San Jose DVD Taping for 7/11/15

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The scene cuts in and the crowd begins to cheer as Zero McHannon’s manager, Beeno, walks through the curtain, twirling a microphone in his hand, and pausing at the top of the rampway for a moment. He’s nodding his head at the crowd as they start to simmer down, then raises the microphone and talks.

Gambino: SANNN JOSEEEEEEEEE! ARE YA’LL READY? YA’LL AIN’T READY! GAMBINO IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY, JUST WAIT! WE GETTIN’ THIS SHIT POPPIN’ EARLY TONIGHT!

Been pauses for another few seconds as the crowd cheers on the Bank’s relative and listening closely. He twirls the mic through his hand again, then paces back on forth at the top of the ramp.

Gambino: A few years ago, I met the homie. Ya’ll know the homie. No introduction for Zbreh needed, ya’ll know who I represent. Dude took me in when he ain’t really have to. Let me be a guy without a job and we tried to find our way together… Do ya’ll really know the way it went? Scratchin’, clawin’, fightin’ our way to the damn top. I watched the homie have NOTHIN’ left in the tank and still finds a way to win that EPRO World Championship and shock everyone who doubted ‘em. Then he did what most punks don’t do anymore, ACTED like a champion. The homie fought for a year… yeah, a year, for the PDW Bloodshed championship. He had his mind the fuckin’ prize and no one was gonna throw him off track from reachin’ that title. Not James Shark. Not Romeo Price’s bitchass. Not Leander Apollo. Not Cootie-Free Neon booty. My client chased that shit for a year and them dudes thought they’d try and take that away from him. Nahhh, shit don’t work with the homie like that. When he has his eyes on the prize…. he wins it.

The crowd begins to warm up again, but Gambino holds up a hand to stop them real quick so he can continue on.

Gambino: And we ‘bout to add another name to the shoppin’ list of peeps that just ain’t got what it takes to hang with my man here. V. Tj Jones. Magnus Gunner. Jonathan Collins. Even the other homie Kucci Mayne Kuwop. Five World Champs just in that small laundry list alone, and we gonna add a sixth… Jimmy Page. If he think he wants a fight with Zbreh, and think he ain’t gonna step up to the challenge, dude is even more insane than we thought. My client is the World Title People Eater. He was a World Champ ‘cause he is used to puttin’ World Champs in the dirt. Page is just gonna be another chapter in our book. THE BOOK THAT SAYS WE EAT PEOPLE LIKE JIMMY PAGE AND MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ONE LIKE IT AIN’T NO ONES BUSINESS! So hoettes and pimps, lemme introduce to you the man who is gonna put a foot in Jimmy Page’s ass and add that bitch to the hit list full of World Champions that have been put back into their place…. The only dude that is gonna put Page’s soul into a more darker place than it already is, ZERRRRRROOOOO FUCCKKKKKSSSS GIVEEEEENNNMCHANNNNONNNNNN!

“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers. The music picks up a little bit, but eventually slows back down and to a complete stop after half a minute. The bass hits again, this time it lights up the top of the ramp in a bright white light as Zero McHannon walks through the curtain to the crowd going absolutely nuts. He pauses at the top of the ramp and gives Beeno a hard tap on the back before walking down the ramp with his out so that the fans could touch him.

He stops midway and leans over the barrier so that someone could take a picture with him, Gambino bobbing his head to the music behind his client, throwing up his hands to get the crowd pumped up. When Zero reaches the bottom, he slides underneath the bottom rope and bounces right to his feet. Beeno takes the steps into the ring and through the middle ropes.

Zero climbs the ropes and holds out his arms, taking in the vibe from the fans, then hops back down to the canvas. Gambino hands over the microphone while Zero walks across the ring and leans over the top ropes to yell at the tops of lungs at the first row. After the crowd settles, Zero smiles and begins to speak.

Zero McHannon: It’s pathetic. Pathetic that Jimmy Page comes out after my very first singles match in FGA and stared me down from the top of the ramp. Jealousy… I didn’t want to say it or believe it, but it’s so clear to what his problem with me is now. Instead of beating around the bush, I went to Page and asked him what the problem was, because I’ve started out on the wrong foot with people in many companies before and was trying to avoid it for a change. But hey, he doesn’t answer and tend to lose my cool sometimes, so I told Page like it was. The world doesn’t revolve around him…. There’s more talent on this roster than just and more people who can make a name for themselves that aren’t only “Jimmy Page”. He felt threatened, so you know what a wild rabid animal does when they feel threaten or when the walls start closing in… they lash out. He lashed out on Annie Zellor.

The crowd begins to booooo and the chants start up. “Fuck-You-Page” and “An-nie Zel-lor” begin to mix in and surround the arena. Zero just stands in the middle of the ring with his head down, slowly nodding and letting the fans get it out of their system. After they calm, he walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and keeps talking.

Zero McHannon: And regardless of what some people might think, Annie Zellor can take care of herself. She proved that when she put Page down for the One… Two… Three… I’m not trying to be the knight who rides in on his white and shining armor, but I have some morals. It’s simple, so listen up, If you have a problem with me, than your fight is with me. Attacking someone because you didn’t like what I had to say will only provoke me. So instead of waiting around and staring like Page likes to do, I brought him what he really wanted… the fight. He doesn’t care for me and let it be known, so I gave him the chance to show me what he was made of and it seems the future of FGA isn’t as “bleak” as Page would want everyone to believe.

Another pause as the FGA faithful begin to cheer for the newer talent on the roster that have currently signed and won their hearts over as well. Some mixed signals from a portion of the fans that didn’t agree, but still very lopsided.

Zero McHannon: If he wanted to face the talent this company has, he would’ve done it by now. He didn’t walk his happy ass down the ramp the first time. He stood there and took it the second time. Got his house rocked the third time. Then he walks into into the tag team match at Las Vegas and takes the easy way out by getting himself disqualified. All this hate and wanting to change the way FGA is, but… he doesn’t have what it takes to actually prove that, instead of just run his mouth about it. I challenged Page to a match at Las Vegas for All Star Showdown, and what has he done? Nothing.

The fans begin to mix the boos and cheers this time. Some booing at Page not accepting the match for A.S.S. and the others cheering Zero on to continue. McHannon walks over to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle.

Zero McHannon: And here I am, still waiting. Page keeps ducking the match. Or at least, keeps dodging accepting it, but we all seen him duck out of the fight against me once already. So we aren’t going anywhere until I get an answer from Jimmy tonight. This isn’t a surprise entrance at Glory Road in the Gold Rush Rumble. This is a straight up challenge for me to kick your ass at this upcoming pay per view and show you that FGA has changed, and it’s for the better… Competition is getting better and the talent is getting thirsty to prove themselves. I’m not sure if Jimmy really has that thirst anymore. If he did, he’d have no problem going up against me… now would he?

Zero begins to wait around, staring at the entrance and waiting for Jimmy Page to make an entrance. Still waiting, the crowd begins to boo that Page won’t come out and accept the match for All Star Showdown. Zero slowly begins to shake his head and looks over at Gambino, who was saying “He don’t want it, bruh”.

Zero McHannon: Nothing? Can’t say I expected much more from him… Stay ducking the fight, Page. Just remember who brought it to you and gave you the chance to put it to bed.

Literally minutes passed by, Zero and Gambino stand there, waiting for a response. Zero opens his arms wide, mouthing something towards the entrance. The eerie cue from “They Are Lost” by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays, the lights, flashing on and off again. Zero circles the ring, and scoffs at this--in his mind--feeble attempt at mind games. Through the shadows, the fans phones flash, some pound the barricades, getting riled up for this altercation. Zero is ready, he’s waiting, he’s hungry, he’s--

THWACK!!!!

Down...laided out, the crowd is silent, almost shell shocked at what happened. What DID just happen? All they saw, was a Rolling Elbow aimed at the back of Zero’s neck, and him dropping like a bag of wet bricks. Soon, the cameras and the crowd puts two and two together. The camera gets a shot of the assailant. There Page is, clawing his hair out of his eyes. He gets down, prone, almost like a snake, to see that McHannon was out of it. Almost like a curious child, Page’s eyes scan the unconscious former champion. Gambino looks on, taking in what just happened, Jimmy’s eyes go towards him. Page stands there, eyeing Gambino like a piece of meat. Page keeps eye contact, picking Zero up, who is dead weight at this point. He doesn’t say anything to him, he just holds Zero there, almost like a trophy. He parades him around the ring, the motionless body to the choir of hatred, the fans. Page presses his face into the side of Zero’s ear, breathing heavily, his hair taking over his entire face. Page stares at him, turns him around and lands another Rolling Elbow right on the jaw of Zero who crumbles.

Page doesn’t seem to be done. Page goes to pick Zero up again, but before he can, ARMS come out of nowhere and latch onto his neck. GAMBINO’S COME TO SAVE ZERO!!! The fans get behind him, cheering him on, Gambino holds on for dear life, trying to lock in a sleeper. Page find’s the back of Gambino’s neck, and whips him down hard from his back. Gambino falls hard, arching his back with a clearly pained expression on his face. As Gambino tries to stand up, Page plants a punt into his ribs which lifts him off of his knees and onto his back. Gambino is holding his sides, wincing, resting on the apron as Page leans on the ropes, looking at him, a dead glare, almost as if he couldn’t be bothered with the entire situation at hand. Page’s eyes go back to the prone Zero, Page’s expression turns back into it’s more nonchalant form. Page walks over, and latches a hand onto Zero’s right ankle. He then drags his body out towards the ring.

The crowd begins to maliciously chant, “FUCK YOU PAGE!” in unison, almost like a hive mind. Jimmy let’s Zero fall onto the outside floor. He goes towards the apron, lifts the covering up, and begins to search for something inside of a toolbox. Page is throwing tools all over the place, until he finds what he was looking for: Cable ties. Page stalks over towards the body of McHannon, then begins to lift him up. Page grabs Zero’s wrists, beginning to tie his wrists over his head and onto the ring post. After making sure Zero isn’t going anywhere, he snatches a bottle of water from the announce table. Page grabs it and a chair, unfolds the chair, then opens the water bottle. Page pours some into his mouth, then swallows it. He then begins to splash it violent into the face of Zero, when he doesn’t come to all of the way, Page smacks him across the face viciously. Zero is groggy, incoherent, half conscious...he felt like Hell. Jimmy has a microphone, and he sits down, looking at Zero.

Jimmy Page: You know, as a child, Mrs. Gransby, she use to tell me to ignore the kids back at school. The boys use to make fun of me a lot. I didn’t have a mommy or daddy, I didn’t have sisters or brothers, or family. Bring your parents to school for show-and-tell, I always had to sit in the back because I didn’t want to tell the teachers I didn’t have parents to talk about.

Page pauses, his eyes looking down at the ground.

Jimmy Page: Mrs. Gransby use to go to the school, because most of my things were gone. That Pistons lunchbox I got for my 6th birthday went missing, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her the other kids took it from me and shoved sand in my face and beat me up. So I told her I lost it. She use to show up a lot, because I use to come back to the boarding house in the city with bruises. I told her that I fell during recess. She told me not to fight back, she always told me not to fight back, because she always knew best. And as I’ve gotten older...and gotten a little wiser...I realize that sometimes...fighting back is something a man has to do. For his job, for the people he loves, for the things he believes in. And as I reached adulthood, I had to fight for a lot of things a lot of people have a luxury of having. I’ve had to fight for food from the homeless, I’ve had to fight for corners for the drug dealers, I had to fight for my life when I use to get held up for the change I had BEGGED for on corners as a kid; Because the addict had to get his fix and I was a scrawny, hungry, homeless kid, an easy target. See, you take offense to me coming out to one of your matches. Quite honestly, I’M the one who should be offended, and you don’t even know why, do you?

The crowds goes a bit silent as Page continues on..

Jimmy Page: No one ever knows why I do the things I do. Well to be quite frank, I’m an emotional guy...I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can’t let things fester or else I latch out. See, you know this already, but for 8 months I was the lifeline of FGA. I wrestled whoever they put in front of me, I took on whoever wanted their shot. I didn’t shy away, whether from hatred, love, or heartache. I did what I had to do, where I was suppose to. I put my heart and soul into everything I do here. Nobody asked me, I didn’t need anybody to back me, I am my own person. And you see, when you’ve lived the life I’ve lived, and seen the things I’ve seen, all you really want is a little respect. And Mr. Gransby, bless his soul in Heaven, use to tell me, “Admiration never lasts, but respect always will.” and all I ever wanted was to be respected as a man….

Page’s face turns into a ball of heat, the twisted into a look of sobbing.

Jimmy Page (shrieking): I’M A MAN GODDAMN IT!!!!!!

Page grabs the microphone with both hands, crying quietly.

Jimmy Page: 8 months, I gave myself to this goddamn place, and I never got an ounce of respect!!!! 8 months, BEATEN, BRUISED, I HELD THAT FGA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! CHANDLER SCOTT WON’T BE ABLE TO DO IT!!! YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO DO IT!!! NO ONE IN THAT SHITHOLE OF A LOCKER ROOM WILL BE ABLE TO!!!!! I’VE GOT AWARDS FOR BEING THE BEST!!!!!!! NOBODY, ONLY ME!!!! And in my delusions, I actually thought people RESPECTED me…!!! And as I couldn’t reclaim my title, I didn’t hear applause for my hard fight against Chandler Scott, I didn’t hear people ask about Jimmy Page. No...I heard people talk about Zero McHannon. And it’s not about jealousy, it’s not about envying another man; It’s the mere thought that, someone can walk into a place, on which I built my foundation upon, and be somebody. I clawed for everything, I wasn’t in some fancy stable, I didn’t have to stay here in California to get my name out. I traveled the world, and I earned it…YOU DIDN’T EARN YOUR RESPECT!!! I don’t care WHO YOU ARE, FGA is MINE!!!! And I don’t know who you are, I do not care, GOD could’ve been your fuckin’ father, and I’d send you heart to him in a BOX!!! I don’t respect you as a man nor as a human being. But...

Jimmy pauses, and looks at Zero who’s still groggy a bit. Page looks under-eyed at him, grasping the microphone closely in his hands.

Jimmy Page: As a man, I don’t run from a challenge...

Page stands up, and gets close.

Jimmy Page: I accept.

Page looks Zero over, who’s breathing heavily as he glares into Page’s icy hues. Page grabs the top of the chair and folds it. He walks towards the timekeeper looking to give it back, having gotten his point across. Page--

SMASH!!!!

...Page takes the chair and smashes it onto the chest of Zero, over and over again, shouting, screaming, almost a primal howl bellowing from his lungs.

Jimmy Page: FILTH!!!!!! Smack! FILTH!!!!! Smack!! FILTH!!!!! I’M A MAN!!!! Smack!! I AM A MAN!!!! Smack!!!! I!!! Smack! AM!! Smack!! A MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Zero looks to have trouble breathing. Page looks on with hate, raises the chair and blasts Zero in the head. His entire frame goes limp, his eyes glossy. Fans look on in horror as referees in the back try and get him away from the hurt McHannon. Page threatens them with the chair, swinging at anyone or anything that tried to come between him and Zero. Page looks to attack Zero again, when suddenly the crowd goes crazy.

The sight of Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor running down the aisle is enough give Jimmy Page cause for concern - or, more accurately, the glitter covered steel pipe that Laurel is carrying, is enough to give him cause for concern. The #sparklebuddies arrive on the scene with another swarm of backstage personnel as Laurel jumps through the crowd, meeting Jimmy Page head on as the two behemoths collide, trading blows equally before the officials can pull them apart. The personnel keeps Annie away from the scuffle, instead letting her help out Zero as a mass of security and referees keep the distance between Jimmy and Laurel.

Page gets escorted back up the aisle, laughing maniacally as he looks back at the wreck he’s left behind. Meanwhile, the officials have finally got Zero free from the ties as the #sparklebuddies help him backstage.

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Seth Lawless vs. Yun Goeun

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the number one contender for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in 240lbs… SETTTTTTTTTH… LAWLESS!

“Battle Born” plays over the arena loudspeakers. Seth comes out and has sunglasses on and slowly walks down the ramp not interacting with the fans or anyone else. He keeps his gaze set on the ring as he climbs up the ring steps.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea …. YUUUUN GOEUN!

"Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!
Everyone raise your hands up high!
Let them talk to the sky above!
Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!
This is just the beginning...
K - O - R - E - A"

"Clap Your Hands" by Pink Dolls starts to play over the P.A. system as Yun Goeun emerges from the backstage area. She is smiling wide as the crowd goes crazy for her. The camera pans through the crowd to show there are more than a few fans wearing gear or holding up signs supporting Yun, as well as a few fans with Pink Doll's Merch. Yun stops to look over the arena from the top of the ramp, taking in the moment. As she stands there, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally emerges from the back. He pats Yun on the back, Yun smiles and raises her hands for a loud pop from the crowd, as she now starts to walk down the ramp. As Yun walks down the ramp she holds out her hands to give high fives to the fans she walks by.

Yun reaches the ringside area as the chorus to "Clap Your Hands" begins to play, causing Yun to clap her hands in time with the rhythm, laughing a bit as she does. She paces back and forth in front of the ring for a second then rushes in sliding under the bottom rope. Yun walks to the center of the ring and raises her arms high to another roar of the crowd as her music dies down.

Kris Cruise: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another FGA show, this time coming to you from San Jose, California. We were going to get this show started with Seth Lawless and Yun Goeun competing for the number one contendership to the Legacy title, but did you see what Jimmy Page just did?

Stephy Auger: I can’t believe he attacked Zero McHannon like that, Kris. We don’t even know if he’ll be able to compete against Evangelista after what we just witnessed.

Kris Cruise: We’ll try and keep you updated on his condition before that match. But first, as I said a moment ago, we’ve got a number one contender’s match!

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors start to circle the ring. Lawless lurches forward, going for the tie-up, but Yun backs away to keep the distance between them. She peppers him with kicks to the ribs for the first two occasions, but on the third time, Seth catches her leg. Yun looks a little worried as Lawless taunts her about going to the well too many times before Yun goes for the enzuigiri – which is ducked! Yun falls to the mat as Seth, still keeping hold of her foot, stomps away at the leg and knee of his opponent.

Stephy Auger: Clever thinking from Seth, taking out the leg should stop Yun’s kicks, as well as her high flying arsenal of moves.

The spinning toe hold is applied by Lawless as he applies yet more pressure to that knee; the referee checks whether Yun gives in, but the South Korean has more heart than that. She drags herself closer to the ropes, grabbing hold of the bottom rope itself as the referee calls for a break. At the count of four, Lawless releases the hold, drawing a boo from the crowd as he taunts them, claiming he’s going on to All Star Showdown to challenge for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship.

The taunts are short-lived, however, as Yun pulls herself back to her feet behind her opponent’s back. As Seth turns around, he’s met by a fierce chop to the chest. Then another. He gets lit up by another few chops before Yun turns to the kicks, firing off some martial arts style kicks to the torso before going up high with a roundhouse. These San Jose fans are begin to rally behind her as Yun sets off against the ropes for some momentum, jumping into the wheelbarrow position as she goes for the bulldog – NO! Lawless counters with a lungblower! He hooks the leg!

Kris Cruise: What a move! Could this one be over already?

ONE!
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TWO!

But Yun kicks out.

Stephy Auger: You’ll have to do more than that if you want to keep Yun Goeun down, Kris.

Lawless drags his opponent back to her feet again and throws her headlong into the corner. Yun’s skull bounces off the top turnbuckle before she falls into the corner, whereupon Seth repeatedly thrusts his shoulder into his opponent’s midsection, putting as much of his weight behind them as he can. The pain is evident on Yun’s face as she’s feeling the effect of 240lbs hitting her in the gut over and over. The referee calls for a break, to which Seth backs off slightly, before running back in with a spear. A suplex takes Yun down to the mat before Seth covers again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Again, Yun kicks out, and this time Seth looks displeased. The official assure him it was only a two count, but Lawless gets in his face, accusing him of counting slowly.

Kris Cruise: That anger seems to be getting the better of him, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: He’ll have to get that temper in check if he wants to win this one.

Finally, Seth bends down to drag Yun back to her feet, only to get a boot to the face! A high kick from Goeun as she hurries back to her feet, albeit still feeling the effects of a moment ago. Seth is staggered by the kick that landed square between the eyes, but he composes himself before Yun gets up. He charges in for the clothesline, but Yun ducks underneath it, forcing Seth to bounce off the ropes. He comes back and gets taken down by a snap fireman’s carry. The fans pop, but Seth gets right back to his feet and charges at Yun again, right into the single leg dropkick!

Yun winces slightly as she picks herself back up, but she manages to set off against the ropes before Seth comes to. Lawless stands back up and turns around, just in time to see Yun flying towards him with a Lou Thesz press! The fists fly furiously fast as Yun wails away at her larger opponent. After a few seconds, she stands back up, only to deliver a standing moonsault!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Lawless kicks out in the nick of time. Undeterred, Yun goes to pick her opponent up – but reels away holding her eyes for some unknown reason. Lawless proclaims his innocence before firing off a couple of forearm shots to the face, forcing Yun back against the ropes. An Irish whip follows. The South Korean is sent running across the ring as Seth lowers his head. The back body drop is easily scouted, though. Yun counters with a boot to the face, then a side kick to the midsection, doubling Seth over in pain. She goes against the ropes behind him, hopping up onto the middle rope as she springboards off, turning in midair for the bulldog – only to get caught by a powerslam!

Kris Cruise: What a counter there by Seth Lawless!

No pin attempt this time, however, as Seth drags his opponent back to her feet and lifts her high into the air for a stalling vertical suplex. Yun is held there for over five seconds before finally being brought crashing down to the mat. A smile crosses Seth’s face as he senses victory; a quick glance towards the corner and he makes his way up to the top turnbuckle. Lawless flies through the air with his patented picture perfect moonsault – NO! Yun rolls out of the way as Seth crashes into the mat!

Stephy Auger: Just listen to these fans!

“AJA! AJA! HWAITING!”

The fans start chanting, trying to rally Yun Goeun back to her feet as the referee begins the count out. By the count of four, Yun is back on her knees, using the ropes to lift herself up to a vertical base as she hears the chants. The adrenaline begins to flow through her as she pushes through the pain, waiting for Seth to get back to his feet. A swift toe kick to the gut doubles him over as Yun goes against the ropes, coming back with a tornado DDT that spikes Seth’s head into the mat! But he just bounces back to his feet, almost out of instinct, as Yun grabs him in an inverted facelock before delivering a shiranui! And the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: How did Seth Lawless kick out of that one?

Kris Cruise: I’m not sure, but even Yun can’t believe it.

Goeun looks to the official in disbelief, but he’s holding up two fingers to make sure she knows. With the still cheering her on, Yun goes back to her opponent, lifting Seth back to his feet as he catches her with a rising clothesline! Yun goes ass over teakettle, crashing down to the mat as Seth picks himself back up. His opponent rises back to one knee as Lawless goes against the ropes – THE BOOM RUN–NO! Yun, out of nowhere, connects with the One Hit Wonder! The 540 kick connects as Seth collapses to the mat. A hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and new number one contender to the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title … YUN GOEUN!

Kris Cruise: She did it, we now know who’ll be challenging Noelle Smith for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at All Star Showdown.

Stephy Auger: Just when you thought Seth had this one in the bag, Yun snatched that victory from him. She’ll challenge Noelle Smith in two weeks time, but I’d hate to be the next person to have to face Seth Lawless after tonight.

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As the participants of the opening match retreat backstage, the feed cuts to somewhere outside the arena. It is there that a wandering cameraman catches FGA roster member and self-styled Vanilla Midget, Jason Orion, as he shares a moment with a group of children. The young fans' squeals of delight, which become progressively louder as the cameraman paces in Jason's direction, have a very specific target: the tiny monkey the Midget is currently holding in his arms. The FGA up-and-comer patiently allows each of the children to step up and stroke the animal on the head for a few seconds, before indicating that a turn should be given to someone else; in this manner, he is managing to maintain the whole process relatively orderly, while making sure each of the kids has the opportunity to interact with his pet.

It is as a little girl of about seven gets on her tippy-toes to tickle Spot Monkey behind his ears that Jason spots the cameraman. A beaming smile immediately broaches the Vanilla Midget's lips, as he leans into the frame, apparently wrapping an arm against the cameraman's shoulders as he requests:

Jason Orion: 'Come here, dude...'

He points out towards the group of children, still yelling and hopping up and down a mere few feet away, asking in confidence:

Jason Orion: '...you wanna help me out here?'

Then, turning to his group of young admirers, he asks:

Jason Orion: 'Who wants to be on the next FGA DVD?!'

A gaggle of hands immediately shoots up, suitably scored by a backing track of excitable babbling. Maintaining remarkable composure and patience, Jason once again turns towards the children, instructing:

Jason Orion: 'Okay...everybody say MONKEY!!!'

Several loud utterances of that exact word follow, as the shot slowly pans around to focus on the kids. Realizing they are actually on camera, the group excitedly begins to wave, smile and cheer, under the watchful eye of a delighted Jason. A moment later, the focus shifts yet again, returning to the Vanilla Midget, who has spoken up again:

Jason Orion: 'That was really good, you guys! Well done!'

Jason leans in to slap five with each of the children before announcing:

Jason Orion: 'Unfortunately, Spot's gotta go now, 'cause I gotta go get ready for my match!'

A chorus of disappointment follows this announcement, one that is partially muffled by Jason's comment as he once again leans confidentially into the camera:

Jason Orion: 'Thanks, bud. You really made their day.'

With this, and a final smile toward his little Monkeys, the Vanilla Midget gathers his pet and hurries into the City National Civic Center, to prepare for his match with Misha Cavallari.

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Camellia D. Magna vs. Noelle Smith

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

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

Kris Cruise: There’s a woman who has looked impressive over recent weeks, Stephy. And now she feels slighted about Noelle picking Yun Goeun and Seth Lawless to compete for a chance to become number one contender to the Legacy title earlier tonight.

Stephy Auger: You’re right, Kris. We know Noelle can handle herself in that ring, but she’ll have her hands full with Cami Magna tonight,

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Orlando, Florida, she is the current FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, NOELLE SMITH!

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: Forever the fan favorite here in FGA, Noelle Smith.

Stephy Auger: Have you been following these two’s arguments on Twitter, Kris? They’ve been quite entertaining.

Kris Cruise: I certainly have, and you’re right. There’s some real emotion going into this one.

The bell sounds to start the match as Noelle goes in for a tie up, but Cami catches her off guard by lifting a boot to her midsection. She clubs Noelle in the back with a couple of axe handle smashes that send the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion to the mat. Cami reaches down and grabs the champ by the hair, pulling her to a standing position before viciously driving a knee to her gut and tossing her back down to the mat by her hair.

Noelle rolls to a knee and Camellia rushes forward, connecting with a boot to Noelle's face, that puts the champ back on the mat. Cami drops down, going for a lateral press, driving her forearm into Noelle's cheek in the process.

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Noelle forcefully kicks out. Cami climbs back to her feet and gets Noelle to a vertical base before driving her back first into the corner turnbuckle. Noelle hisses in pain, as she slumps against the turnbuckle. Cami backs away, circling around before driving forward and connecting with a hard forearm shot that rocks the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion. She then grabs Noelle by the head and tosses her down onto the mat, and then follows up with a neck snap.

Kris Cruise: Cami showing a vicious streak here in the early goings.

Cami pushes to her feet and makes her way over towards Noelle who is writhing on the mat. Cami lifts her to her feet and then performs a snap suplex. Noelle tries to sit up, but Cami pushes her back down and goes for the pin.

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Stephy Auger: There’s that fighting spirit the champion is known for.

Kris Cruise: This, of course, is a non-title match, however.

Noelle once again gets a shoulder up. Camellia climbs to her feet, reaching down and lifting Noelle up to hers as well. She grabs Noelle by the arm and whips her into the ropes. As Noelle rebounds, Cami ducks down looking to go for a back body drop, but Noelle jumps over her and pulls her down with a sunset flip. Camellia rolls through it however, stepping up and catching Noelle plush with an enziguri! She makes the pin and hooks a leg.

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Stephy Auger: So close!

Noelle is able to get a shoulder up. Camellia pushes to her feet and delivers a few hard boots to Noelle's ribs. She reaches down, grabbing the champ by the hair and begins lifting her to her feet, but Noelle fires off a hard right hand that doubles Cami over. She fires off another one that spins Cami around and sends her stumbling back. She finally pushes to her feet and storms forward, connecting with a big clothesline as soon as Cami turns around.

Cami scrambles to her feet and Noelle surges forward, hitting her with another clothesline that puts her down onto the mat. Cami climbs to her feet once more, and Noelle attempts another clothesline, this time Camellia is able to duck underneath it, but Noelle quickly pumps her breaks, stopping and shooting back a kick to Camellia's midsection. Noelle then pulls her in and delivers a DDT to cheers from the crowd. She rolls Cami over and attempts a pin.

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Kris Cruise: A kick out at the count of two.

Stephy Auger: But Noelle has got herself back into this match.

Camellia gets the shoulder up. Noelle gets Cami to her feet and then hits her with The Flip Trip. She then surges towards the ropes, bouncing back and hitting Cami, who is in a seated position, with a dropkick to the face. Noelle rolls over and hooks the leg, making the cover.

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Once again, Camellia D. Magna gets a shoulder up. Noelle pulls Cami to a vertical base and attempts to whip her towards the ropes. Cami reverses it, shooting Noelle to the ropes instead. Noelle bounces back and Cami attempts a clothesline but Noelle is able to duck underneath She continues on towards the ropes and hops onto the middle one, springboarding back and looking to connect with a crossbody. But Camellia leaps into the air and delivers a perfectly timed dropkick while Noelle is in mid-flight!

Kris Cruise: What a counter! What can she can do from here?

Noelle crashes to the mat, rolling around in pain. Cami scrambles towards the far turnbuckle and pulls herself to her feet. She takes a moment to gather herself and waits patiently for Noelle to push back up to her feet. Once she's up, Cami bursts forward and hits a flying calf kick. She then rolls back and drapes an arm over Noelle.

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Noelle Smith manages to get a shoulder up. Cami rolls to her knees and then slowly pushes to a vertical base. With Noelle down, she sees an opportunity and heads out onto the ring apron. The crowd begins to buzz both in anticipation and warning as they get a feeling of what’s about to come. Cami watches patiently as Noelle pushes to her feet. Once she’s up, Cami hoists herself up onto the ropes and springboards off, looking to connect with the Snapdragon Fire! Noelle glances up, and rolls underneath her out of instinct. Cami lands and rolls through, hopping back to her feet. She turns and sprints towards Noelle, looking to connect with a clothesline, but Noelle ducks underneath it. She hits the ropes and bounces back, racing towards Camellia and delivering a spinning facebuster to cheers from the crowd! She crawls to make the cover.

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Stephy Auger: I can’t believe she kicked out from that!

Kris Cruise: Such resilience from Cami Magna.

Camellia manages to kick out at the last possible second. The crowd really comes to life, as Noelle staggers to her feet. She stumbles back a bit, using the ropes to steady herself before moving in for the kill. She snatches Cami up to her feet and gets her ready for the Swing, Set, Match! But Cami swipes her legs out from under her, causing Noelle to fall back onto the mat. Cami sprints towards the ropes, and comes back, delivering the Crown of Thorns just as Noelle rises back to her feet! Noelle crumples to the mat, and Cami falls to her knees, clearly exhausted. She slowly crawls over to Noelle and makes the cover.

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Noelle Smith kicks out and the crowd thunders. Camellia glares at the ref convinced that the count was slow. She climbs to her feet, holding her arms out, but the ref holds up two fingers letting her know that it was only a two count. Cami shakes her head and glares down at the fallen Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion before stalking over and locking her in the Magnolia Crush! Noelle howls in agony as Cami applies the pressure, determined to make this the end of the match. Noelle fights, desperately trying to figure a way out of the manoeuvre, but Cami has it locked in tight. Noelle swings her legs, trying to get them to the ropes, but they seem to be just out of reach! She inches her body over, and extends her leg again… just getting it onto the rope as the crowd cheers! The ref notices the foot on the rope and orders Cami to break the hold as he begins his five count.

Kris Cruise: What’s she doing?

But Cami never breaks the hold. The ref hits a count of five and then calls for the bell, as Cami keeps the hold locked in, refusing to let go.

Stephy Auger: Let go, Cami, you’ve had until the count of five.

The ref steps back in, admonishing Cami, but she pays him no mind as she seems delighted by Noelle’s tortured screams. Finally, Camellia lets Noelle go, with the damage done and her message clearly sent. She glances down at Noelle with a satisfied smirk, before rolling out of the ring and making her way towards the back to a chorus of boos. The ref kneels down to check on Noelle, motioning towards the back for a medic.

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

Stephy Auger: That was … I don’t know how to describe that.

Kris Cruise: I think she’s been around Dom Harter too long, Stephy. Cami Magna has snapped.

The boos rain down, but Cami feigns wiping away some tears before finally heading backstage as Noelle is helped back to her feet by the medic. The fans give her a round of applause as she lead backstage.

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Jason Orion vs. Misha Cavallari

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada … MISHA CAVALLARI!

The rhythmic sounds of "Obsession is a Young Man’s Game" begin to play over the speakers as the lights dim a bit. Thirty seconds later Misha Cavallari emerges from behind the curtains. She makes her way down to the ring, ignoring fans or anyone else who tries to get her get her attention. Taking her time, she rolls into the ring. She glance at the crowd once before taking off her jacket. The ref checks with her. She then heads to the corner and waits for the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Gary, Indiana, weighing in at 152lbs … JASON ORION!

The drums of The Beatles' 'Everybody's Got Something To Hide (Except For Me And My Monkey)' begin to play, drawing a cheer from the crowd. A moment later, Jason Orion comes out of the tunnel with Spot Monkey across his shoulders as always. As the lyrics to the song kick in, he begins to run down the aisle, slapping hands. Once at ringside, he takes a moment to hand Spot Monkey over to a ring technician, on his leash, before vaulting over the top rope onto the centre of the ring.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors begin to circle the ring. Misha seems determined to grapple, but Orion is somewhat hesitant; he knows that’s more Cavallari’s area than his. Instead he claps his hands together in an attempt to rally the Monkey Nation.

Kris Cruise: Jason Orion getting these FGA fans on his side tonight.

With the crowd behind him, Orion willingly enters into a collar and elbow tie-up with Cavallari, which she immediately turns into a hammerlock. Jason manages to reverse the hold before taking out the legs, bringing Misha to the mat. He transitions upwards to apply a facelock, but that’s Misha wriggles free and evades the next attempt to grab hold of her. She takes hold of Orion’s leg, flipping him onto his back before she rolls him over again, a facelock applied before Orion rolls out of it.

Stephy Auger: Just look at these two, jockeying for position here in the early going.

Cavallari stays on the attack, however, grappling her opponent when he’s on all fours. Her arms around his waist as she takes him down to the mat for the first pin attempt.

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But Orion kicks out. He immediately makes a break for the corner as Cavallari backs off a step, eyeing her opponent from across the ring. The crowd give them a round of applause before Orion emerges from the corner, once again clapping to try and rally his fans. Misha offers up the test of strength, which Jason begrudgingly takes. But once their hands are clasped, Misha drops to the mat and rolls backwards before popping back to her feet and applying an arm trap wristlock – but Orion fires off a hard forearm smash to the face! The fans cheer as The Vanilla Midget lands another, and a third one that has his opponent reeling.

Kris Cruise: Here we go, now it’s getting interesting!

Orion goes back against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a clothesline, which Misha ducks. But he carries on running, rebounding off the far ropes as Misha drops to the mat. Her opponents skips over her and hits the ropes for a third time, this time throwing himself as Misha Cavallari with a wheelbarrow armdrag takedown! Cavallari is taken by surprise and sent sprawling out under the bottom rope, landing with a thud on the outside.

Cavallari picks herself up on the outside, shaking off the cobwebs as she turns back to the ring, just in time to see her opponent vaulting over the top rope with a slingshot crossbody! The Vanilla Midget flies through the air with ease, taking out his opponent as the crowd cheer him on. Even Spot Monkey gets excited at that one.

Stephy Auger: Jason Orion has turned this one around to suit his own fighting style here, Kris.

Kris Cruise: …get this monkey away from me…please.

Stephy ushers Spot Monkey towards her side of the announcer’s table as Orion slides his opponent back into the ring. He hops up onto the apron and vaults into the ring with a corkscrew splash before making the cover.

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The referee points to the foot on the bottom rope as Jason looks dejected. A moment later, he’s dragging Misha back to her feet before delivering a snap suplex, leaving her supine in front of the corner. The Vanilla Midget immediately makes a beeline for the corner, propelling himself off the turnbuckle with a slingshot splash – right into the raised knees of Misha Cavallari!

Kris Cruise: That had to hurt.

Orion rolls away clutching his ribs as Cavallari picks herself back up using the ropes. She take the opportunity to stomp at her opponent as he’s writhing in pain, but Orion fights through it and regains his vertical base. Cavallari fires off a forearm shot to the face, then another before resorting to a shoot kick to the chest. She goes for the roundhouse kick, but Jason ducks under it and dives behind his opponent, grabbing Misha in a rear waistlock. The suplex attempt is blocked as Cavallari wraps the leg, firing off a back elbow before countering into a hammerlock as she sweeps the leg, taking her opponent down to the mat. She goes to follow up, grabbing hold of her opponent’s legs, but Orion kicks her away with both feet.

Cavallari rolls through, hopping back to her feet at the same time Orion does. He charges in, ducking the clothesline attempt before springboarding up onto the middle rope. Orion flips through the air and lands, seated on his opponent’s shoulders. An impressive display of strength by the Ravenous Arctic Fox as she reaches up to hook her opponent’s head – When You Fell From Grace! And the hook of the leg!

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Kris Cruise: So close!

Stephy Auger: How did he kick out of that one?

Spot Monkey is throwing a mini-fit on the announcer’s table; even he can’t believe Jason Orion kicked out of that one. Misha Cavallari looks as surprised as anyone in the arena; the official assures her it was only a two count, but that does little to assuage her. Seemingly relentless, Misha drags her opponent back to his feet and whips him to the corner, charging in after Jason with a thunderous European uppercut. The Vanilla Midget staggers out towards the center of the ring, only to get spun around and tossed overhead with a belly-to-belly into the turnbuckle! Spot Monkey howls in horror as he watches Misha drag The Vanilla Midget away from the corner and make the cover.

Kris Cruise: This could be it!

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Stephy Auger: I can’t believe it!

Cavallari can’t believe it either. She paces around the ring, wondering what she needs to do to put Orion away as he pulls himself up using the ropes. Misha stomps across the ring – right into a Nebula Kick! A flawless connection to the jaw knocks The Ravenous Arctic Fox down to the mat as Orion recomposes himself, still clinging to the ropes for support. The fans are chanting him on as The Vanilla Midget heads to the corner, climbing to the top rope as his opponent is down on the mat. He’s a little unsteady, but finally Jason Orion is ready…

Kris Cruise: What’s he got in store for us here?

And he leaps with a 540 corkscrew moonsault!

Onto the knees of Misha Cavallari!

Stephy Auger: The high risk didn’t pay off that time!

Orion howls out in pain as he pops back up to his knees, clutching his ribcage in agony. Cavallari picks herself back up herself back up, slowly but surely, and runs against the ropes for some momentum. Pride Slayer connects! And this time she hooks both legs.

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

Misha doesn’t looks altogether happy with her performance as the referee raises her arm in victory. She quickly exits the ring, leaving Spot Monkey to tend to the recovering Jason Orion. The fans continue clapping for the audacious effort of the Vanilla Midget as he makes his way backstage.

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The feed cuts backstage to reveal Spencer Burke standing with a microphone in his hand. However, the FGA interviewer isn’t alone.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome my guest at this time - Johnny Cannon.

The camera pans around to show The British Mamba walking into the shot. The Brit is clothed in a black, single breasted suit from Giorgio Armani - looking incredibly lavish as usual. Beside the ravishing Englishman is a man he’s never seen without - his manager, Quinn Goodrich.

Spencer Burke: Now Johnny -

Before Burke can even get a thought across, the loudmouthed, yet sophisticated Goodrich interrupts him, stepping forward while extending a hand to garner Spencer’s attention.

Quinn Goodrich: Firstly Mr. Burke, I would like to apologize. When I requested this airtime, I seem to have left you a bit misguided in regards to the nature of this interview.

The eloquent Brit smiles whilst shaking his head. Meanwhile, Cannon just stares out into space from behind his Aviator sunglasses - they’re Armani as well.

Quinn Goodrich: Your job is to stand here and do what you’re told, not to ask questions. I’m the one who asks the questions around here. You just nod and listen like a good boy. Understood?

Burke, not wanting to incur the wrath of the volatile newcomers, simply nods in agreement.

Quinn Goodrich: And oh by the way, when you address my client, you are to address him with respect. You are not allowed to refer to him by his first name. You are not worthy of that privilege.

He adds, whilst Cannon slides his shades down ever so slightly, glancing at Burke to let him know what’s what.

Quinn Goodrich: Now that we’ve gotten those pleasantries out of the way, allow me to formally introduce myself for those of you who don’t know who I am. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the personal, and professional advocate to this man.

The camera focuses on the British Mamba, who merely stares back into the lens.

Quinn Goodrich: And this is a man who in just a short amount of time has already become the most talked about figure in Frontier Grappling Arts. Two fortnights ago when we walked into this company, he made no secrets about what he’s here to do - that’s to make lots of money, and win championships. My client is not here to sign your autographs, or serve as a veteran presence in the locker room to guide the future stars of tomorrow. He’s here to enhance his brand, and to do that he’s sought out the best competition in this business. And FGA assured us that this was the place to be. That there was no hotter company in the world. That if my client wanted to test his mettle and prove that he’s still the pound for pound most dominant, and talented professional wrestler walking the Earth today that this was the place to do it. Now almost a month later, having surveyed the landscape here, it’s safe to say that we’re no longer buying the rubbish that FGA’s selling.

Cannon shakes his head to echo his manager’s sentiment.

Quinn Goodrich: You see, it was just a fortnight ago that my client debuted in this company against what we were led to believe as one of the primer wrestlers in this company in Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. We’re talking about a former Pride Champion, and a man who’s well traveled and respected not only in this business, but in this company. On paper he seemed like a worthy first opponent for my client to measure his skills against. However, once my client stepped in the ring with Tony Carmine he immediately realized that the Scandalous One wasn’t even in his league. You’d think a man who has held the Pride Champion, the second tier prize in this company would be as good as he touted himself to be, but unfortunately he just didn’t measure up to his our standards.

Goodrich sighs, as Cannon shrugs his shoulders rather nonchalantly in the background.

Quinn Goodrich: When my client signed to Frontier Grappling Arts, and to a very lucrative contract I might add, one our sticking points before we signed on the dotting lines was that my client would be pitted against the best of the best. He wouldn’t be opening up the show like some curtain jerker against guys who were on there way out of the door. He wouldn’t be placed in the mid-card with the rest of the blokes of won’t ever amount to anything in this business. My client required that if he were to come here to FGA, as opposed to other places like Hard Knox Wrestling, like Sin City Wrestling, or like our home promotion of Pro Wrestling Frontier that he would only be put in the ring with people worth his time. In Nevada, he showed you that Tony Carmine was not worth his time. And neither is Johnny Karma, and do you want to know why?

Goodrich turns his attention to the strapping Englishman next to him, who steps forward and slowly removes his Aviators.

Johnny Cannon: Because I’m a real man, and Johnny Karma isn’t a man at all.

The Brit grits his teeth, as he glares into the camera.

Johnny Cannon: Because if he were a man, he’d show me the respect I deserve as one of the best wrestlers who’s ever laced up a pair of ring boots. He’d show me the respect I deserve as a man who constantly garners, commands, and is the center of attention whenever he steps into a room. He’d show me the respect I deserve a man who is totally, and utterly incomparable to the men and women he currently shares a locker room with. That’s because we’re not even in the same class, conversation, or ball park. No one on this roster can say they’ve seen what I’ve seen, done what I’ve done, or lived what I’ve lived. I’ve sold out more venues than I can count. I’ve wrestled more five star matches in the last two years then most of these blokes have in their entire careers - with almost all of them being longer tenured professionals than myself. That just speaks volumes about the talent and intangibles that I possess. A competitive fire that burns brighter than anyone elses. An ambition that can’t be measured. The wits to think myself out of a tough situation, and the fortitude to overcome adversity, and claw my way from the bottom to the top of this sport. These are characteristics that no other man or woman on this planet can lay claim to. While they fall short of the mark, I stand tall.

The Brit flashes a cocksure grin now, as he brushes off his suit.

Johnny Cannon: I stand tall in an Italian crafted suit that costed me a pretty penny, a Rolex with no face, and a pair of Oxfords not brogues like a true gentleman. And the gap between this gentleman, and my opponent tonight is surreal. Johnny Karma, you couldn’t catch up to me if I paid you to do so. You’re just a man who’s in over his head, and doesn’t realize that he’s in the presence of wrestling royalty. You’ve made that very clear to me just by opening that hole in your face that you call a mouth - the same hole that I’m going to bust with a clenched fist because that’s what a real man does. When people run their mouths about me, drag my name through the mud and toss it into the gutter, I show them that every action has a reaction. And I react by beating those wankers from pillar to post. And just like Tony Carmine, you’re another former Pride Champion, the seventh in company history. But that’s not the only thing you two have in common. You’re both blinded by delusions of grandeur about your own self worth. What I’m here to let you know is that you’re not worth a bloody thing. And you’d know that if you took the time out to really see what’s going on around you. If you did that you’d know what bonafide star looks like.

The Brit places his shades back on as Goodrich mouths “That’s Right” behind him.

Johnny Cannon: And that’s me. That’s a man who can wrestle with anyone you put him in the ring with a make it must see television. That’s a man who boosts the rating every time he steps in front of a camera. That’s a man who’s going to redefine what wrestling is here in Frontier Grappling Arts because while so many of you talk like you’re the next big thing, I AM the big thing. I’m the big thing, the big kuana, and the baddest man on the planet and I’ve proven it time after time after time from California, to Tokyo, to Europe and hell, I’d even prove it if you sent me to a bloody galaxy far far away. That’s because I’m the real deal, while Johnny Karma just thinks he’s a big deal, but unfortunately for him tonight he’s about to find out that he just doesn’t have the means to deal with a man this mean. And that means his time of running around thinking he’s the best thing since sliced bread is about to run out, while my time as the undisputed top dog in not only Frontier Grappling Arts, but in professional wrestling period is only just beginning.

The British Mamba raises his fists in front of the camera, brandishing the weapons that have made him one of the most decorated wrestlers in the sport.

Johnny Cannon: And when the final seconds on your clock runs out tonight, Johnny Karma, you’re going to realize that and more. What you’re going to realize, just like FGA is going to realize, is that nobody and I mean NOBODY can light a candle to Johnny Cannon. And it’s at that moment, and that moment alone when reality will set in. And it’s at that moment that you’re going to wish you could have it all back, that you can take back every word you’ve said about me, and that you could you prepare for what’s about to hit you. But you won’t be able to. You’ll be too busy sleeping on the canvas because tonight I’m going to knock you the f*ck out.

The British Mamba says with utmost conviction, tossing up the vulgar British ‘V’ as he and Goodrich walk out of the shot.

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Dan Herrera vs. Alastor Wych

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!

...Spoken...

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

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… Residing in Raleigh, North Carolina… DAN HERRERA!

He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent…

The lights dim and the smoke machines come to life, enveloping the entrance curtain. “Run” by Gossamer starts, sending chills throughout the crowd as Alastor Wych's skeletal followers emerge on stage, the fog billowing around them as the male and female gaze out, the male slightly smiling beneath his skeleton man face paint, while the female jitters like something from a horror movie beneath her hood. Shortly after, Alastor Wych emerges, moving between them, his bony fingers touching their shoulders as he too, gazes out at the crowd from beneath his gossamer hood. He closes his eyes, his tattooed lids completing the skeleton face, his white eyes being replaced by empty sockets as he slowly begins to walk towards the stage, his arms out-stretched as the vocals kick in to the song.

J.A. Aldridge: From California City, California… ALASTOR WYCH!!!

His acolytes follow, interacting with the crowd menacingly on both sides, while Alastor Wych simply smirks, eyes still closed, Death Incarnate, soaking in the hatred and fear seeping from the crowd. When Wych reaches the ring, he opens his milky white eyes once more and looks up into it, like a blind man, but he can clearly see. His smirk fades and he pulls himself up onto the apron, his followers moving to opposite ends of the ring, gazing up at their demigod as he slithers into the ring. The music cuts out as Wych makes it to the center of the ring and removes his hood, gazing out at the crowd and smiling before yelling...

Alastor Wych: RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!

The crowd finds its voice and starts to boo as the lights return to normal and Wych falls to a sitting position in the corner of the ring, head cocked as he stares at the ref, waiting.

The opening bell echoes throughout the arena and the match is underway! Dan starts the match circling around the ring while Alastor does the same exact thing in an attempt to feel their opposition out. They head to the center of the ring and lock up, but Alastor backs away and thumbs Dan in the eye. Dan grabs his face and Alastor charges forward, hitting him with a running kitchen sink! Dan falls right to the mat, Alastor bouncing off the ropes and drops a big elbow drop on Herrera! Alastor pops right back up to his feet and grabs by the head. He stands Dan up and pops him with an elbow to the face, then bites him in the forehead!

Kris Cruise: Is he biting him?!

Stephy Auger: He’s biting him!

Dan manages to push Alastor back to stop the bite. Alastor runs back toward Herrera, but Dan kicks him in the midsection to stop him, locks his arms around around Alastor’s waist, and executes a belly to belly suplex into the corner! Alastor slides down the turnbuckle as Dan pops up to his feet and the live audience cheers the fan favorite on. Dan steps toward Alastor and sits him against the corner before taking a few steps back, and charging forward with a running knee to Alastor’s face! Dan pulls Alastor away from the corner and makes the pin.

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Dan smirks at Alastor as he grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. He jabs Alastor in the gut and looks for a gutwrench suplex, but Alastor elbows Dan in the face repeatedly to get himself free from his grip. Dan stumbles back after the elbows to his face, and Alastor rakes his back with his nails! Alastor then kicks Dan in the back of the knee, pulls his head back, and hits a reverse DDT! Not yet wanting to make a cover, Alastor waits for Herrera to get up, and when he does, Alastor charges forward and spears Herrera down!

Stephy Auger: Think that’s the first time I’ve seen Dan on the other end of a spear!

Kris Cruise: Probably isn’t the first time, but it’s definitely a rare sight.

Alastor wraps his arm around Dan’s head and starts pounding away at his face with right hands. He lifts Dan up to a vertical base, pushes him into the corner, and drives his knee into Dan’s midsection over and over again. With Herrera dazed, Alastor sits him up on the top turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope. Alastor flings Dan’s arm over his head, and hits a superplex from the top rope! Alastor makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Alastor runs his hand down his face as he grabs Dan by the head and lifts him up to his feet. He spins Dan around and locks his arms around his waist for a German suplex, but Dan wedges his foot in between Alastor’s legs to block the move. Herrera swings his elbow back wildly, but Alastor ducks it and kicks Dan in the midsection. He looks for a quick snap DDT, but Dan shoves Alastor back and and catches him with a huge lariat that turns him inside out!

Stephy Auger: What a lariat from Herrera there!

Kris Cruise: He just turned the tide of the match with that one. Now lets see if he can capitalize.

Dan stumbles around on his feet and looks out at the live audience. They begin chanting his names, giving Dan an extra adrenaline boost as he walks toward the downed Alastor and lifts up him to his feet. He pulls the man back to his feet and throws him into the ropes, bending over to flip him over his shoulder on the return, but Alastor leaps over and nails an uppercut when Dan turns around to find his opponent. Alastor falls back into the corner and sees Herrera hold his chin on one knee.

Alastor goes for a diving elbow, but Dan moves out of the way just in time! Herrera goes for the Wit’s End! No! Alastor manages to reverse it and slide underneath Dan’s leg somehow, following up with a reverse snap DDT, then climbs up to the top rope, setting up for the Dry Bones!

Stephy Auger: Looks like Alastor’s ready to finish this one off!

Kris Cruise: This is going to be a huuuuuuuge win for him if he hits this!

Alastor hits it! He hooks Dan’s leg behind him without turning around as the referee drops down for the count.

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Dan uses his leg strength to break the pinfall, throwing a shoulder off the mat in the process. Alastor is shaking his head in disbelief, while Herrera is shaking his head to break the daze.

Kris Cruise: Thought Alastor Wynch almost had that pinfall after the series of moves. He’s going to find out that Dan Herrera is a little tougher than that.

Stephy Auger: He’s looking good. Isn’t he Cruise? I don’t think Dan expected this in the slightest.

Alastor stands back up and leans against the ropes for a quick breather, Dan slowly getting back to his feet behind him. Alastor turns around, grapples up, and tries for a german suplex, but Dan won’t budge! They finally break the grapple and it’s Dan who flies forward with a discus elbow strike! It’s enough to send Alastor into the ropes and up into a smooth neckbreaker executed by Herrera. Alastor tries to climb back to his feet before Dan can after the move, but it’s too late. He throws Alastor to the turnbuckle with an arm drag, then follows up with a spinning wheel kick to Alastor in the corner ropes. He takes the shot, then a few steps closer towards the middle of the ring, before he falls over.

Dan waits… waits…. Alastor finally finds a way to get back to his feet, and… Final Word! Dan looks pleased as he dives down for the pinfall and the count begins once again!

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: He kicked out?! I can’t believe he kicked out!

Stephy Auger: Doesn’t look like Dan’s ready to stop yet, though. He’s already moving towards Alastor’s legs.

Dan grabs a hold of both of Alastor’s legs, bends them in position, and locks in the “Forced Retirement” cloverleaf! Alastor reaches toward the ropes, but they’re too far away for him to reach! Alastor tries pushing himself up to relieve some of the pressure, but Dan wrenches back on the cloverleaf until Alastor is forced to tap out!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… DAN HERRERA!

Peaches climbs into the ring as Dan finally releases the submission hold. His music playing throughout the arena as the fans cheer him on. The referee raises his hand as Peaches gives Herrera a huge hug.

Kris Cruise: Now that's the Dan Herrera we're used to seeing.

Stephy Auger: If he's in form like that, he might be a forced to be reckoned with during the Frontier Lion's Cup.

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Johnny Karma is pacing backstage at the City National Civic, not least because he's wondering why the word "Center" isn't in that name as it just feels...wrong, like somebody hit the send button on their e-mail before they'd finished writing their message but never owned up to it

Karma: I can't believe it! I make a fair and balanced challenge for a rematch, yet that ungrateful little shiksa flat out refused it. Refused! How can somebody be content to sit on a result so tainted it was mistaken for Lindsay Lohan's last blood sample? What sort of shaygets doesn't want to set the record straight...or, to be more accurate, to have the record straightened for them?

Cherry: So, anyway, about your match with Johnny Cannon...

Karma: Oh well, if asking nicely doesn't hemmer the message home, I guess I'll have to come up with another plan to prove to Fuji that she is no contender for the Pride Championship, because a true contender doesn't make do with the most dubious of wins and claim it as a victory...

Karma marches off down the corridor, leaving Cherry stood on her own calling after him

Cherry: Seriously, J-K, you've got a match coming up!

Cherry throws her hands in the air and marches down the corridor after him

[Deleted]

Johnny Karma vs. Johnny Cannon

A yellow spotlight suddenly shines down across the black curtain of the entrance way, whilst the house lights begin to dim down. Slowly, almost in unison with the change in lightning does "Voodoo Child" (Jimi Hendrix" Cover) by Brick + Mortar begins to play. A small ebb of yellow smoke ascends from the ventilators to grace the ramp. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the curtain, only backed by another daintier image.

"well i stand up next to a mountain
well i stand up next to a mountain
well i pick up all the pieces
maybe even make
maybe make a little sense"

Finally, bursting through the curtain emerges "The British Mamba", Johnny Cannon. The Englishman stands before the live audience in all his strapping glory; as per usual, his cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is etched on his face as he pauses on the ramp, his head raised high and snobbishly to the sky above as he surveys the masses. Standing just behind him is none other than Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd to incite their scorn. Wearing yellow and black MMA style trunks, with matching boots and a black knee brace (on his left knee), the Brit appears ready for action - not due to his attire, but due to the belligerent look in his eyes which is only revealed as he removes his Aviator Sunglasses. His eyes are those of a cold, and calculating individual. Johnny places his shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it, and begins his haughty strut to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Quinn Goodrich! From London, England! Weighing in at 245! He is “The British Mamba”... JOHNNY CANNON!

"well i stand up next to a mountain
and i chop it down with the edge of my hand
well i stand up next to a mountain
and i struck it down with the edge of my hand
cause I'm a voodoo child"

Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, whilst Quinn continues to taunt the audience, by swinging his arms up, and shouting whatever obscene remarks he can think of. Johnny ignores the audience on either side of him, showing complete indifference towards their opinions. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd.

"lord knows im a voodoo child
cause im a voodoo child"

From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; Cannon nods his head several times, as his eyes flicker with a hundred different ideas and strategies to carry out in the match.

Kris Cruise: For all of his talk about being the best, he surely took to running when the going got tough.

Stephy Auger:You’re right. Johnny was quick to leave when he felt the match slipping through his fingers. But if he wants to prove himself as the Last Real Wrestler, then he’s going to have to see a fight through the end.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherry: Introducing first, weighing in at a California dreamy 233lbs, he hails from Queens, NYC and is here to show the...*ahem* he is here to show all of you why the Pride Championship belongs around his waist once more, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Karma swaggers towards the centre of the ring and takes the mic

Karma: Ladies and...

Karma removes his sunglasses, and looks at the front row

Karma: ...stick insects

Karma recoils slightly at the remarkably non-existent waistlines in front of him

Karma: Last time I set foot in the ring to do my thing I proved that Fuji isn't so special because anyone she can beat, I can beat better. But tonight is a different story, as I am here to beat somebody Fuji hasn't beat, because a true contender for the Pride Championship doesn't just beat opponents their rival has already beaten, but they beat anyone put in front of them because winning is what champions do. I mean, when was the last time any of you saw a champion lose what feels like every single one of their non-title matches?

Karma looks to Cherry for an answer, then to Johnny Cannon, then back to Cherry

Karma: Exactly.

Karma hands the mic to Cherry and walks to his corner, and leans against the turnbuckles while checking his pulse.

The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Cannon places Karma is a side headlock. But Karma is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. Karma then goes to spin Cannon around for Instant Karma. But Cannon quickly breaks free and takes a few steps back.

Kris Cruise: Cannon seemed to have Karma scouted.

Stephy Auger: Cannon knew what was about to happen there. He was about to go head-first into the canvas if Karma pulled that move off.

The two men circle the ring before going for a lock up. But Karma ducks the collar & elbow tie up and quickly applies a waist lock from behind. Cannon quickly elbows Karma in the face before performing a standing switch. He then runs forward, bringing Karma into the ropes. But instead of delivering a waist lock backroll into a German Suplex, Karma keeps his arm hooked onto the top rope, sending Cannon down to the canvas. After Cannon rolls back to his feet, he runs over at Karma and throws out a clothesline. But Karma grabs the top rope and drops down, sending Cannon tumbling over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: This time it was Karma that had Cannon scouted and he made him pay.

Stephy Auger: With Cannon on the outside, Karma could be setting up for his patented baseball slide clothesline.

Cannon slowly walks back up the steel steps before entering back in through the ropes. The two men begin circling the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Cannon moves Karma across the ring. But at the last second, Karma switches positions with him and moves Cannon into the corner. The ref then gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both men slowly raise their arms, making a clean break. Karma then quickly throws out a knife-edge chop. But Cannon ducks and scurries out of the way.

Kris Cruise: Once again, Cannon gets out of the way just in the nick of time.

Both men continue to circle the ring. They motion to lock up. But Cannon steps back. He then raises his arms in the air, calling for a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock.

Kris Cruise: You don’t see this one everyday, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: You definitely don’t. But the thing is, will Karma accept. And if he does, is this just a set up for a cheap shot by Cannon?

Karma looks at Cherry, then looks back at Cannon. Karma reaches up and locks one hand with Cannon’s, then the other. The two grapplers then lunge forward. After jockeying for position, Karma begins to slowly bring Cannon down towards the canvas. Cannon bridges back, placing his head on the canvas to block Karma from sending him flush across the mat. Cannon then slowly rises back to his feet. After a knee to the midsection, Cannon follows up with a hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Karma kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Karma kick out in time. But you’ve got to wonder how much that hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex did to his arm.

Cannon picks up Karma, delivers an arm wrench and follows up with a European Uppercut to the arm. He then takes Karma by the left wrist, delivers another arm wrench and follows up by trying to yank the arm from out of his socket. Karma reaches over, grabs Cannon by the wrist and reverses into an arm wrench of his own. But Cannon is quick to reverse into an arm wringer, sending Karma falling shoulder-first to the canvas. As Karma gets up on his knees, Cannon proceeds to deliver a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kick reverberates throughout the arena. Cannon then steps back before throwing out a Roundhouse Kick. But Karma ducks and rolls him up with a schoolboy using his right arm.

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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

As both men scramble to get back to their feet, Cannon throws out a reverse roundhouse kick. But Karma ducks, lifts up Cannon and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Cannon’s doubled over, Karma lets off three snapping jabs before knocking him down with a right hook. Cannon gets back up, but Karma sends him back down with another right hook. When Cannon gets back up, Karma grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Karma knocks him down with a jumping high knee. He then bounces into the ropes, comes back and connects with a jumping knee drop. Karma makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

Karma picks up Cannon, brings him into the corner and goes to slam him face-first into the top turnbuckle. But Cannon gets his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. After an elbow to the body, Cannon takes Karma and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Karma around, Cannon lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. Cannon charges across the ring, but Karma nails him with an elbow to the face. As Cannon stumbles back, Karma runs from out of the corner and throws out a clothesline. But Cannon ducks and counters with a backslide…

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TWO!
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Karma gets out.

Both men try and be the first to get back to their feet. But Cannon is up first and makes Karma pay with a kick to the midsection, followed by a hammerlock legsweep DDT. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Karma kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Karma kicks out. But again, that arm of his was together. How well is that arm going to hold up going forward?

Stephy Auger: Who knows? Cannon could be doing this to soften him up for a submission. Or he could be trying to prevent Karma from delivering Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up.

Cannon picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Cannon into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cannon stops and kicks Karma square in the shoulder. As Karma stands up and stumbles back, Cannon runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he throws out a running lariat. But Karma ducks. When Cannon turns around, Karma knees him in the midsection, grabs him, runs, jumps over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma. As Cannon stumbles back, Karma climbs up to the apron, scales the turnbuckles and jumps off, looking to hit a diving double ax handle smash. But Cannon side steps and connects with Cardiac Arrest. While Karma’s doubled over, Cannon quickly takes him down with a Fujiwara Armbar.

Kris Cruise: Cannon’s got the armbar applied! He was working over Karma’s arm earlier and now we know why.

The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. When Karma refuses to quit, Cannon pulls back on the arm.

Stephy Auger: Karma’s in pain. You can see it written all over his face. But you know he doesn’t want to give up.

The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. When Karma refuses to quit, Cannon bridges back, applying even more pressure.

Kris Cruise: Cannon’s really pulling on that arm now. Karma may just be better off tapping to prevent a broken arm.

Cherry can be seen repeatedly slapping the canvas while she shouts words of encouragement at Karma.

Stephy Auger: Cherry’s doing the best she can to will Karma. But it might now be enough.

The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. But Karma still refuses to quit. He tries to reach over to the ropes with his free arm. But Karma’s arm is out of reach. So he tries his best to pull himself across the canvas. He then takes his leg and reaches over, placing it underneath the ropes. This forces the ref to give Cannon until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Cannon reluctantly breaks the hold.

Cannon picks up Karma and rocks him with a forearm strike. He then nails Karma with another forearm… and another… and another. While Karma’s dazed, Cannon takes off into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, he connects with a big boot, knocking Karma through the ropes and to the floor.

Once Cannon drops onto his back, he rolls to the outside. He reaches down, picks up Karma and positions him for a half nelson suplex on the floor. But Karma blocks the move. So Cannon lets go, grabs Karma and goes for a short-arm lariat. But Karma ducks, lifts up Cannon from behind and throws him down, crotching him across the guard rail.

Stephy Auger: Oh the pain that Cannon must be in right now.

Karma reaches back and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. The last chop ends up knocking Cannon off the rail and to the floor. Karma reaches down, picks up Cannon and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Karma picks up Cannon and delivers a slingshot suplex. He rolls over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

Karma picks up Cannon, doubles him over with a knee to the midsection and follows up with the Bum Trip. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

Karma picks up Cannon, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. But instead of letting Cannon fall to the mat, Karma hoists him up from off his knee and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Karma just effectively told Cannon to get out of his ring.

As Cannon slowly gets up on the outside, Karma takes off into the ropes. When Cannon turns around, Karma knocks him down with This Is For The Front Row.

Stephy Auger: Cannon gets taken out with a baseball slide clothesline!

Karma picks up Cannon and rolls him back into the ring. But instead of rolling back into the ring, Karma climbs up onto the apron, heads over towards one of the ring posts and scales the turnbuckles. When Cannon gets back to a vertical base, Karma leaps off the top rope, knocking him down with a diving double ax handle smash. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another pin by Karma, but it only gets two.

Karma picks up Cannon, doubles him over with a knee to the midsection and applies The World’s Greatest Abdominal Stretch.

Kris Cruise: Karma with the classic submission hold applied.

Stephy Auger: Simple, but very effective.

The ref asks Cannon if he wants to give up. But Cannon shakes his head. Cherry can be seen shouting at Karma while Karma keeps the hold applied.

Kris Cruise: Cherry’s telling Karma to keep the hold applied and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

The ref asks Cannon if he wants to give up. But Cannon refuses. While the ref is still checking on Cannon, Cherry climbs up onto the apron. As Karma reaches his arm back, Cherry reaches her arm through the ropes. Once the two lock hands, Cherry pulls back, increasing the pressure. Cannon can be seen cringing in pain.

Kris Cruise: Karma and Cherry with the double team on Cannon!

When the ref looks up, Cherry quickly lets go and slips back down to the floor. While the ref goes over to scold Cherry, Goodrich begins to climb up onto the apron. This catches Karma’s attention. So Karma quickly lets go and shoves Cannon down to confront Goodrich. But Goodrich is quick to avoid this confrontation by stepping back down to the floor.

When Karma turns around, Cannon gets up and connects with a reverse roundhouse kick, knocking him down. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Quinn Goodrich provided the timely distraction for Johnny Cannon.

Stephy Auger: Yes he did and Cannon took full advantage with that reverse kick.

Cannon picks up Karma, pulls his arm back and throws out a Burning Lariat. But Karma ducks, hammerlocks Cannon from behind and delivers Instant Karma. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Karma into the corner. Cannon then runs into the corner and connects with a high knee strike. Cannon then lead Karma from out of the corner and sets him up for the Cannon Driver II. But Karma turns out of the way, yanks Cannon over to him and delivers a spinebuster. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Cannon and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Karma throws out Check Your Chiclets. But Cannon catches his foot. He then turns Karma away from him, grabs him from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Karma gets his shoulder up.

Cannon picks up Karma and connects with a European Uppercut, sending him stumbling into the ropes. But Karma bounces off the ropes and comes back with an NYC Uppercut. Cannon delivers another European Uppercut. Karma then responds with another NYC Uppercut. Cannon delivers another European Uppercut. But Karma comes right back with an NYC Uppercut… and another… and another. He then steps back and connects with Check Your Chiclets, knocking Cannon down. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Close call there for The British Mamba.

Karma picks up Cannon and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Karma throws him down with a scoop powerslam. He then steps through the ropes before scaling the turnbuckles. Once Karma reaches the top, he leaps off and connects with From The Stars Above.

Kris Cruise: Karma took it to the air and connects with the flying elbow!

Karma picks up Cannon and throws out Hard Times. But Cannon ducks and pushes Karma from behind. When Karma turns around, Cannon drops onto his back and rolls out of the ring.

Kris Cruise: What is this?

Once Cannon and Goodrich and meet up at ringside, the two agree to leave, causing the crowd to erupt in boos.

Stephy Auger: No, not this again!

Cannon waves off Karma before turning his back and making his way up the aisle.

Kris Cruise: Cannon seems to think that he’s the measuring stick here in FGA. If he feels that someone no longer desires to be in the ring with him, he’ll just up and leave. We saw it against Tony Carmine two weeks ago and now we’re seeing it again here.

Karma drops and rolls to the outside. He then marches up the aisle in pursuit of Cannon. After spinning Cannon around, Cannon blasts Karma with a sucker punch. He then picks up Karma, runs and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he picks up Karma, pulls his arm back and knocks him down with a Burning Lariat. He then picks up Karma, hooks his arm, hoists him up and plants him with the Cannon Driver II. Cannon grabs Karma and slowly pulls him back up to his feet. After saying something to Karma, Cannon steps back and knocks him down with a Roundhouse Kick. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Voodoo Child” blares throughout the arena as the crowd boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JOHNNY CANNON

Cannon gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon picks up his first victory here in FGA. But it was not easy.

Stephy Auger: Karma seemed to have a counter or a reversal for everything in the early portion of this match. There were times when we saw Karma start to run away with this. But everything changed with that sucker punch from Cannon on the outside. It was all downhill from there for Karma.

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Annie Zellor: Heyy guys! Now, as you probably saw at the start of the show tonight, Jimmy Page did a really bad thing and he attacked Zero McHannon with a steel chair...

Annie shakes her head in dismay.

Annie Zellor: Which was a really rotten thing to do, and it was really uncalled for. Like, there was no real reason to do that to Zero. Buuuut, there's some good news to go along with this. 'Cause I've just come from the doctor's office and they say that Zero will be fit to compete tonight in his match against Evangelista. And that's gonna be an awesome match!

She gives the camera a thumbs up.

Annie Zellor: 'Cause that's the sort of fighting spirit you'll see from people like Zero McHannon. So I hope you all enjoy the rest of the show, and remember, in two weeks time me and Laurel are gonna be defending the FGA World Tag Team Championships against Whiskey Dex at All Star Showdown. So be sure to purchase the pay-per-view to be able to watch that and all the other amazing matches that are gonna happen that night, like Chandler Scott defending the FGA World Championship against Cordy Stevenson, Noelle and Yun competing for the Legacy Championship, Evangelista is gonna be facing Jason Orion plus many more.

Annie gives the camera another thumbs up.

Annie Zellor: Now, I've gotta go finish getting ready for my match against Chandler. See ya later, guys!

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Mia Scott vs. Maurice Graham

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at 235lbs … being accompanied by Victoria Sinclair, he is MAURICE ‘THE MACHINE’ GRAHAM!

“Breathe” by Fabolous hits and the lights begin to strobe. Maurice Graham walk out to the stage wearing a black towel over his head. Behind him is his manager Victoria Sinclair in high heels, a mini pencil skirt with matching low cut blazer. After doing a few air jabs to loosen up, he lifts up the towel revealing a devilish grin before he heads to the ring with his left fist in the air. Victoria claps and points to her client demanding the fans cheer and appreciate him. As he arrives to the ring he rolls underneath the bottom rope, opens the middle and top ropes to allow Victoria to enter. He then makes his way to the corner climbing to the second rope to look down on the fans as Victoria points to him.

Kris Cruise: An impressive victory over Jason Richards two weeks ago in Las Vegas, but now Maurice Graham may be stepping up a league as he faces Mia Scott.

Stephy Auger: Mia may be pound for pound one of the most technically sound wrestlers we’ve seen here in FGA. That clinic she put on with Evangelista recently, her victory over Dom Harter back at Glory Road. If Maurice wants to win this one, he’s going to have to step it up a notch.

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: From London, England...weighing in at one-hundred twenty-six pounds...MIA...SCOTT!

Mia makes a quick trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, sliding under the bottom rope before making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out toward the fans for a moment before hopping down, settling back in the corner

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring; the fans here in San Jose are booing Maurice Graham, to which he responds by urging them to do so louder. Mia doesn’t take too kindly to this and gets right up in The Machine’s face, wanting to know what brought about his sudden change in demeanour. But Graham shrugs and shoves her away. The crowd ooh as Mia pushes him right back – but the 126lbs person pushing the 235lbs person doesn’t have the same effect as the other way round. Unaffected by the push, Maurice responds with a hard right hand that knocks Mia down!

Kris Cruise: Looks like they’re ready to get match underway.

Scott gets right back up, only for Maurice to knock her right back down again though. This time, when she gets back to her vertical base, Graham grabs her in a side headlock, keeping a tight grip. The referee checks for the submission, but Mia isn’t about to give up any time soon. She tries to escape the headlock, but Graham wrenches the hold, applying a bit pressure to the sore neck of Mia Scott. So instead, she fires off a few elbows to the midsection. It’s enough to loosen Maurice’s grip as Mia sets off running against the ropes, only to get shoulderblocked down to the mat.

Stephy Auger: That has to be like hitting a brick wall for Mia Scott.

Kris Cruise: That size and strength advantage Maurice has over the Pride champion could be a real deciding factor here.

This time it’s Maurice who goes against the ropes, skipping over the supine Mia Scott before he hits the far ropes. Mia leapfrogs over him time as he ducks under her legs, hitting the ropes one more time before getting brought down to the mat with a drop toe hold. And Scott pounces, flipping Maurice over as she pushes the sole of her boot into his hip to apply the heel hook. The pain evident on his face as the referee drops to check for the submission, but Graham won’t tap! The fans are on their feet as Graham drags them both a foot and a half until he can grab hold of the bottom rope.

The referee calls for a break, which he gets at the count of three as Mia Scott backs away, grinning to herself as an irate Maurice Graham picks himself right back up again, albeit, favoring that left leg.

Stephy Auger: That’s a wise move from the Pride champion. We all know Maurice fancies himself as a striker, and he can’t use those kicks if his ACL is torn.

Scott beckons her opponent to come forward, the fans cheering her on as Maurice steps tenderly towards the center of the ring. As he gets near, Mia launches forward with a double leg takedown – no. She gets caught as Maurice transitions into an inverted facelock. He uses the hold to bring the Pride champion back to her feet, pushing her back into the corner as the referee calls for the break. He gets it at the count of four, but Maurice just drives the knee up into the midsection of his opponent. The wind rushing out of Mia’s lungs by the third time before Graham takes her down with a snap suplex into a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Mia gets the shoulder up. Maurice pushes her back down as the referee counts again.

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TWO!

Again, Mia gets the shoulder up, so Maurice delivers some hard right hands to the forehead before applying a chinlock. He wrenches the hold in tight. Mia kicks her legs in frustration before landing a shot to the side of the head of her opponent. Then a second. She begins to fight back, working her way back to a vertical base as the chinlock turns into a side headlock, which Mia manages to counter with a side suplex! She manoeuvres round to the legs of The Machine – but Maurice rolls out under the bottom rope before she can get a grip.

Stephy Auger: Maurice Graham getting the hell out of dodge there.

Kris Cruise: Can you blame him, Stephy? Mia Scott and those leglocks can probably cripple a man.

Stephy Auger: Something Tony Carmine may have to keep an eye for in two weeks time at All Star Showdown?

Kris Cruise: Let her focus on getting past Maurice Graham first, then Mia can think about who might be the first challenger for her title.

The fans in attendance are booing as Graham paces around the ring, trying not to limp on that left leg of his. In the ring, Mia Scott is waiting, leaning back against the far ropes as the referee continues his count. At seven, Maurice climbs back up onto the apron. He hesitantly steps through the ropes as Mia remains on the far side of the ring, but she pushes herself off the ropes as Maurice steps towards the center of the ring. Once again, the two competitors circle one another. As they come close, Scott lashes out with a couple of leg kicks, each one finding its mark on Graham’s left leg. He walks them off, however until Scott goes for a third kick. Maurice grabs the leg and sweeps her other foot out from under her as Mia crashes to the mat. He applies a spinning toe hold before dropping down, his 235lbs frame crashing down on top of Mia’s knee. That’s followed by three elbow drops across the same knee and suddenly Mia Scott appears to be in trouble.

Kris Cruise: That can’t bode well for Mia Scott here.

Graham gets back to his feet and he drags Mia with him. An Irish whip sends her hurtling across the ring, landing back first against the turnbuckles before Maurice charges in with the running splash – NO! Scott has the presence of mind to duck out the way as The Machine hits the top turnbuckle chest first! He staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Mia Scott as she delivers an inverted DDT down across her good knee! A grimace of pain on her face, however, as she goes for the cover.

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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: A kick out there, but can Mia capitalize on this advantage?

Scott gets back to her feet, bringing Maurice with her before she performs a snapmare takedown. A soccer kick to the spine for good measure, and the Briton sets off against the far ropes before she comes back with a swift dropkick to the face. Again, she grimaces in pain, slowing herself down before she goes for another cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Maurice throws the shoulder up.

On the outside of the ring, Victoria Sinclair is shouting out encouragement to her client, drawing the ire of the Pride champion. Scott glares at the mouthy brunette, but returns her attention back to the rising Maurice Graham. He drags himself back to his feet with the help of the ropes as Mia connects with a basement dropkick to that left leg. The Machine drops to one knee, still clutching that top rope as he pulls himself back up. Scott comes near again as The Machine fires off a boot to the gut, stopping the Pride champion in her tracks. And another. He grabs Mia around the back of the head and hurls her towards the corner before charging in after her – straight into the raised boot of Mia Scott. And the Briton pounces again, executing a reverse STO into the middle turnbuckle!

Kris Cruise: I felt that one from here, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I think this one’s over now.

Sure enough, Mia rolls her opponent over and hooks the near leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NOO!

The referee points to the ropes, where Maurice Graham has somehow managed to get his foot on the bottom rope. And, miraculously, at the same position where Victoria Sinclair is standing.

Kris Cruise: Victoria Sinclair might have just saved her client right there.

Even if the referee can’t put two and two together, Mia Scott can. Her anger rising as she leans through the middle rope, shouting and cursing at Victoria, who responds in kind. The crowd fall silent, however, as Maurice begins to stir. Rising to his feet behind the Pride champion he grabs her and brings her crashing down to the mat with an olympic slam! But that won’t do. Graham drags his opponent up again, this time performing the fisherman brainbuster before he covers with a lateral press.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: She’s still in it!

Maurice can’t believe it. Victoria Sinclair can’t believe it. But the fans are ecstatic over the fact. The Machine stands up, hands on hips, and glares down at the prone Mia Scott. With a handful of hair, Maurice drags her back to her feet and lifts her high overhead with a stalling vertical suplex – but his leg begins to give way. Graham staggers and loses his grip, allowing Mia to land on her feet behind him. The Machine turns around – Royal Treatment by Mia Scott! Graham’s head bounces off the mat as he jumps up to a kneeling position. Scott takes a second, but she runs in and nails her opponent with the shining wizard! A hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise: A hard fought victory, but the Pride champion prevails over Maurice Graham tonight.

Stephy Auger: He made her earn that one, Kris. Admittedly, Victoria may have heled him out, but Maurice Graham pushed the Pride champion just now.

Kris Cruise: Indeed he did.

Mia climbs to the middle rope to celebrate her victory as “Stand Up” plays throughout the arena, so she doesn’t notice Maurice getting back to his feet. Victoria Sinclair helping him up before he stands right behind the Pride champion as she steps off the ropes. Startled, Mia turns around to see The Machine staring her down, his chest heaving with labored breathing. But instead of attacking he just points to the Pride title and says something along the lines of “I’m coming for that., before he walks away with Victoria in tow.

Kris Cruise: Is that another challenge to add to the list?

Stephy Auger: Mia Scott is a wanted woman, Kris.

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The show cuts backstage to where resident FGA interviewer, Spencer Burke can be found striding confidently down the halls of the City National Civic Center. Dressed in his usual dress shirt and slacks, but this time he has in his hands an envelope.

Burke slows his walk as he turns a corner, where Izzy Anders is currently helping herself to the catering. Stacked on her plate is a small bundle of cookies, Cheetos, and those bite-sized sandwiches.

Spencer Burke: Ahem.

He clears his throat, catching Anders by surprise.

Izzy Anders: Um, hey, Spenc, how’s it going?

Spencer Burke: I’m very well thank you, Ms. Anders. But I’m just here to give you this…

He says as he hands over the envelope. Anders takes a moment to wipe her hands on her top before ripping the envelope open; she reads the letter inside voraciously, hastily making her way through the contents of it before speaking again.

Izzy Anders: I’m being put in a triple threat match against Noelle Smith and [Yun Goeun/Seth Lawless] for the Mid Atlantic Legacy Championship?!

Spencer Burke: In two weeks time at All Star Showdown IV, yes. Good luck, Ms. Anders.

Spencer walks away in the direction he came from, leaving Izzy to sit there, stunned by the revelation.

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Jimmy Page vs. Fujiko Mine

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan, weighing in at 229lbs … JIMMY PAGE!

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. 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: Possibly the most hated man in the building tonight?

Stephy Auger: After what he did to Annie Zellor a month ago, what he did to Colton Sterling two weeks ago, and what he did to Zero McHannon earlier tonight. I’d be inclined to agree with you.

Kris Cruise: Now, what has to be going through the mind of this woman right now…

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. She poses cutely as a few fans throw multicolored streamers around her on the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin … She is ‘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 then hops down, and places the belt down in her corner. She then bounces on her heels, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: She has a mountain to climb, but we’ve seen Fujiko overcome greater adversity than this.

Stephy Auger: I know she compared this match to that she had against Dante Anglais earlier in the year, but after what we witness earlier, I don’t think I could put Jimmy Page in the same league as Dante.

The bell sounds to start the match as Page pushes himself out of the corner … and the boos echo throughout the arena. Fujiko stops to look around, but Page doesn’t take his eyes off the former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion. Lurching forward, he grabs Fujiko in a collar and elbow tie up and immediately overpowers her, forcing her back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break, eventually prying them apart at the count of four before Page lashes out with a forearm shot. Then a knife edge chop. Another forearm shot lands before he goes for an Irish whip – but Fujiko holds onto the far ropes, stopping herself from rebounding.

The sound that comes from Jimmy Page is half way between a sigh and a growl as he charges forward, ready to decapitate his opponent with a ferocious lariat – but Fujiko pulls the ropes down as Page tumbles over the top rope, all the way to the outside.

Kris Cruise: What’s he doing out here?

Stephy Auger: Just when we thought the odds were already stacked against Fujiko Mine. Here comes Johnny Karma…

The fans continue boo as Karma strolls down the aisle with a chair in his hand. Fujiko has already seen him and is leaning over the ropes, staring at the approaching former Pride champion. But Karma just waves her away as he places the chair at the bottom of the aisle and takes a seat.

Kris Cruise: This is bizarre.

Fujiko continues yelling over the ropes, but Karma isn’t responding; he is, however, providing enough of a distraction for Jimmy Page to be able to re-enter the ring unnoticed. He catches Fujiko from behing, delivering a clubbing blow between the shoulders. It’s enough to double her over before the blows continue. Finally he grabs her by the hair and belt and tosses her unceremoniously through the ropes, albeit away from Johnny Karma. The former Pride champion remains seated however as Page casts a discerning glance in his direction. Even that doesn’t faze Karma.

Stephy Auger: I agree, what is Karma doing out here?

Mine gets back to her feet on the outside, but Page is already on her trail. He’s slid out under the ropes and nails her from behind with an axhandle smash before throwing her back against the steel guard rail. The fans nearby boo as Fujiko collapses to the floor, holding her back in pain as Page stomps at her. The referee’s count reaches five as Page turns to glare at him, rolling in and out of the ring to restart the count as Fujiko is struggling to get back to her feet. Her hand on the guard rail as she pulls herself up, only for Page to drop an elbow down across her fingers. Mine cries out in pain, but Jimmy just laughs before stomping at his opponent again.

The former World champion backs away; his vision turns towards the ring post – the same ring post he tied Zero to earlier in the night – and a sickening smirk appears on the face of Jimmy Page. The count-out is back at four as Page lifts Fujiko back to her feet and Irish whips her towards the post – NO! She manages to reverse it somehow! Page hits the steel post skull first and collapses to his knees as the fans burst into cheers.

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

Kris Cruise: Can they respond before the count of ten?!

Fujiko has hold of the apron and drags herself up, rolling in under the bottom rope as the count out continues.

“EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

Stephy Auger: Oh my God!

Page rolls into the ring in the nick of time, as Karma sits himself back down, hoping nobody would notice. The fans are still rallying behind Fujiko as she gets back to her feet first. Page is on all fours, crawling nowhere in particular as Fujiko props herself up on the top turnbuckle before standing up. It takes a moment to steady herself, but she leaps with a double foot stomp, landing squarely across the back of Page! She rolls him over.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Page grabs hold of the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page has come close to losing this match twice in quick succession; the tide has surely turned in this match now.

Kris Cruise: And I think he’s been busted open.

Both competitors are slow to their feet, although Fujiko gets there first. She fires off a forearm shot that catches Page in the face, then another lands in the same spot. Fujiko goes for an Irish whip, sending Page running across the ring towards the turnbuckle. He hits the pads back first as Fujiko comes running in after him, connecting with the flying butt bump. The former World champion staggers out of the corner after that one, waiting a few paces away as Fujiko makes her way up to the middle rope. She waits for her opponent to turn around before leaping off, executing a hurricanrana into a pin!

ONE!
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TWO!

But Page kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Another close call for Jimmy Page. But I’m still wondering what Johnny Karma is doing out here, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Maybe he just wants a closer look at the action.

Fujiko casts her eyes in his direction, as Karma waves back at her. The gesture is enough to raise Lady Luck’s ire; she marches over to the side of the ring nearest the aisle and yell at Karma again, warning him about the funny business that has plagued their recent encounters. Karma protests his innocence, claiming he’s just out here to scout future opponents. A sudden case of boos from the crowd is enough to warn Fujiko about what’s to come, but she still cant prevent the half nelson suplex!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God! Fujiko Mine just got folded up like an accordion!

Lady Luck is out cold in the center of the ring as Page crawls towards her, draping an arm across his chest.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: So close.

Fujiko gets the shoulder up at the last second, and Page can’t believe it. He’s kneeling by his prone foe, running his hands through his hair in frustration. The blood beginning to trickle down from the wound on his forehead as he spits a wad across the canvas. Undeterred, he climbs back to his feet, dragging Fujiko with him via a handful of hair. Mine gets tossed into the corner again as Page starts relentlessly stomping a mudhole in her midsection until she’s seated against the bottom turnbuckle. At this point, Jimmy Page takes a few steps back before coming in with a running facewash! Even that’s not enough, though. Page leans down to lift Fujiko up with a butterfly hold before delivering a double underhook backbreaker! He pushes her shoulders down as he goes for the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Fujiko gets the shoulder up, but Page pushes it right back down as he rests his forearm across her face.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine fighting with everything that she has just to survive this onslaught.

Stephy Auger: And Johnny Karma is just watching on, enjoying the show.

Page looks to the official in disgust, wanting to know how that wasn’t a three count, but the referee assures him it was only a two. Both times. The frustration begin to boil over in Page as he jumps back to his feet and stomps at the prone Fujiko Mine. First the arms, then the torso, then the legs before finally running back up to stomp her head. The crowd boo again as Page drags his opponent back to her feet and places her in a standing headscissors. Fujiko soon finds herself high up in the air as Page charges towards the corner – NO! Fujiko counters with a hurricanrana!

Kris Cruise: She might have just found her way back into this match, Stephy.

Page hits the turnbuckle back first and slumps to the mat as Fujiko grabs hold of the ropes, using them to pull herself back to her feet. Jimmy rolls into a normal seated position, slumped in the corner as Fujiko goes against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a facewash of her own! Then another. She runs to the opposite corner before charging in with a delayed dropkick, right to the face of Jimmy Page! The fans are beginning to rally again, but Fujiko is too tired to drag Jimmy all the way out as she makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Page gets his foot on the rope to break the count, and Fujiko curses her own luck for that one. She lifts the former World champion back to his vertical base yet again, firing off a couple of forearm shots to the face that rock him where he stands. But Page fires one right back. Fujiko throws a forearm shot, but Page responds in kind again. He lands a second in succession that forces Fujiko back a step, edging closer to the ropes as Jimmy charges in for the clothesline – only to get lowballed again! He tumbles out onto the apron, where he picks himself up as Fujiko goes against the far ropes, coming back with a single leg dropkick!

Stephy Auger: Hot Spring Skinny Sipping connects!

And Page flies off the apron, landing chest first against the guard rail! The nearby fans scarpered quickly when they saw what was about to happen, but return to their seats as Page holds his ribs in agony. Fujiko steps out onto the apron, taking a run up before she flies through the air with a flipping senton!

Both competitors are down on the outside as the referee begins the count out again.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

An arm reaches up to grab hold of the guard rail: Page’s hand. Somehow he’s getting back to his feet first as Fujiko crawls towards the apron, using that to pick herself up.

“FIVE!”

Page is on his feet as Fujiko follows suit. He lurches towards the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope as the referee counts six.

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

Karma rises from his seat on the outside, which is noticed by Page. Jimmy warns him to stay away from Fujiko, leaning over the top rope to shout down at the former Pride champion as, unbeknownst to Page, Fujiko has slide back into the ring. Her opponent is distracted, arguing with Karma, who’s standing by the apron. So Lady Luck runs up behind Jimmy Page as she goes for an O’Connor roll – NO! Karma grabs hold of Page to prevent him from being rolled up as Fujiko rolls backwards across the ring – but now she’s got Page’s attention as he charges in with the Concussion! Down goes Fujiko as Page hooks both legs!

Kris Cruise: Not like this…

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, JIMMY PAGE!

Stephy Auger: Give the assist to Johnny Karma, but Jimmy Page returns to his winning ways tonight.

Page sits up and glares at Karma on the outside. Johnny packs up his chair and leaves, satisfied at having indirectly cost Fujiko the match; the fans are booing heavily for a combination of both Page and Karma, but the former World champion just rolls out of the ring and makes his way backstage as well.

Kris Cruise: Credit to Fujiko, she gave it everything she had. But you know she’s going to hold this one against Johnny Karma.

Stephy Auger: I don’t doubt it, and I wouldn’t blame her if she did.

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7/25/15
From the Bren Events Center
Irvine, CA