Ocean City DVD Taping for 8/22/15

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The feed pans around the Roland E. Powell Convention Center, capturing the ever excited capacity crowd for a few moments before Brick + Mortar's cover of Jimi Hendrix's "Voodoo Child" suddenly comes to life over the PA system. The crowd quickly becomes restless, responding with a fair amount of boos and jeers as the entrance curtains become parted like the Red Sea. Passing through them in his most dashing, and dapper form is none other than The British Mamba - Johnny Cannon. Dressed in his Sunday's best a day earlier, Cannon sports an Italian crafted New Signoria style suit from Gucci, a silk tie, and a Montblanc Timewalker, whilst donning a pair of Gucci Gc1566s to complete the lavish ensemble. Flanking him to his right as always is his longtime manager and confidant, Quinn Goodrich who's dressed equally as dapper in a window check flannel vest, and slacks from the same designer.

"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"

Kris Cruise: Folks thank you for joining us this evening for another presentation of FGA Wrestling! We've got a lot to look forward to tonight like our Main Event: the Laurel Anne Hardy Hardcore Invitational.

Stephy Auger: But first we're kicking things off here in Ocean City with Team Cannon, who're stylin' and profilin' as usual.

The two Brits don't waste any time posing, as they immediately begin their strut to ringside; The British Mamba walks with his usual swagger, his shoulders and arms swaying pretentiously as he smiles at the crowd with haughty derision. Upon reaching the steel stairs, Cannon ascends them in a slow, rhythmical fashion, then proceeds to wipe his feet along the ring apron like he owns the place once he reaches the top before he finally climbs into the ring. Goodrich steps through the ropes right behind him, and grabs a mic from the stagehand. From there he saunters into the middle of the ring, and waits for the crowd to give him their undivided attention as the music dies out.

Quinn Goodrich: Good evening, ladies and gentleman! For those of you out there belonging to the minority group of people who are still ignorant about, and unfamiliar with who I am and who it is that I represent, please allow me this time to formally introduce myself. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the personal, and professional advocate to this man.

The camera displays 'Cinderella Man' who stands calmly with one hand tucked into his pocket, with the other resting at his side while Goodrich unbuttons his vest.

Quinn Goodrich: And this is a man who's amassed a multitude of skills and intangibles that have made him a nightmare for the uninitiated, but a dream come true for the pencil pushers here in Frontier Grappling Arts. That's because on September 5th, 2015 this company will be welcomed by the WGN Network. That's right. The same high octane, highly entertaining program that you all have grown accustomed to returns to cable television.

Chants of "FGA" build up in response to the news, as Quinn waits patiently for an opportunity to speak again.

Quinn Goodrich: But the thing about television deals is that in order for them to be obtained, the networks often require companies to present something that no other show or brand can provide - and specifically in this business, that means you've gotta possess a product like no other, and at least one talent that transcends the sport and drives up the ratings. And that's why my client is here in Frontier Grappling Arts as opposed to some of the other hot promotions that were on our heels months ago. They were willing to pay us exactly what we're worth because they know what having a wrestler the caliber of my client on the roster means - money.

The British Mamba raises his hands into the air, performing the 'Money Sign' in a very Johnny Manziel-esque fashion as Goodrich continues.

Quinn Goodrich: And speaking of money, my client proved to be money a fortnight ago in what is already being considered as one of the best matches of the year. Two weeks ago, my client wrestled his first FGA Main Event, in just his third professional bout in this company against one of your favorites - Zero McHannon.

Chants of "ZERO" build up, much to the eloquent Englishman's chagrin. He shakes his head, the smile on his face vanishing and being replaced with a more stern expression as his demeanor becomes more animated, and his tone of voice more authoritative.

Quinn Goodrich: And speaking of Zero McHannon, what did my client do to that pansy? He PANNED his head in! It was a match the wrestling community had been clamoring to see for some time, so my client made sure that before any of you POPPED your CLOGS that you would get to see my client CLEAN his CLOCK! My client promised to put on a scintillating, twenty plus minute spectacle, and he bloody DELIVERED! But we won't pretend like the competition wasn't up to the task. No. He just wasn't enough of a challenge, however, it wasn't for a lack of trying. You see, Zero tried to arrest my client's development, but he only found out that my client develops UNDER duress! That's because my client possesses an endurance rivaled by FEW, and a fighting spirit rivaled by NONE! My client has ice in his veins, and a fire in his soul, and that raging inferno allowed him to withstand Zero McHannon on his BEST night, showing the world once again that nobody can touch him even on his WORST!

Goodrich stares out into the crowd, unwavering in his stance despite facing boos from the audience that had grown tired of his grandstanding.

Quinn Goodrich: Two weeks ago my client showed, no he REMINDED you once again what the difference between good and great is because while FGA has thrown a lot of good competitors in our path, my client has proven to be much BETTER than them! That's because when it comes to his talent, he's sixpence short of a shilling and a couple croissants short of a continental breakfast - he's crazy good. In fact, he's so good that many consider him to be the true number one contender to the FGA Pride Division Championship. And for the rest of you who have yet to come around to that conclusion, you need to join us in reality. And if not for those reasons.

The British Mamba removes his Aviators, clipping them on the collar of his shirt, as he opens his blazer and takes the microphone.

Johnny Cannon: Then for the simple fact that I'm Johnny Cannon and I am a real man!

The crowd boos as the sharp dressed prick surveys the masses.

Johnny Cannon: But unfortunately tonight, you won't get the pleasure of witnessing me knock someone the f*ck out. Initially, well I was confused and slightly ticked off by FGA's decision to not include me in the evening's festivities. However, I'm here to let you all know that I understand and agree with their thinking - I agree that a refined gentleman of my stature, and sophistication should never have to perform in a dumpster fire of a town like this one. A town whose populous consists of a bunch of spare pricks at a wedding who couldn't afford to pay for college to get degrees and actually make something of themselves, so now they work at jobs they hate for probably less than minimum wage. Wages they gave to a ticket scalper tonight for reduced admission into the building so that they could see a real man like me and thus, vindicate their lives!

The Brit laughs to himself as the heat from the crowd intensifies. Amidst the boos, he points at a random fan in the front row.

Johnny Cannon: Instead of booing me love, you should boo your husband for thinking it was wise to start a family on his miniscule salary. He knows he can't support you or your children, and that he's a failure and it depresses him. Hell, he's so depressed that he goes to the pub to drink away his sorrows before he comes home to beat the hell out of you just so he can feel good about himself.

While Goodrich cracks up in the background, Johnny points at another fan.

Johnny Cannon: Instead of booing me you schmuck you should boo your wife for harassing me at the airport, or for chasing down my taxi, or for trying to sneak into my hotel suite to give me a good time and blow my mind, thinking that if she makes my night worthwhile that I'll take her to the mall in the morning to buy her all the things you wish you could.

The bombastic Brit grins as he adjusts his tie, and brushes the boos off his shoulder with a nonchalant shrug.

Johnny Cannon: But more importantly, you should all be booing the men and women behind the scenes who pull the strings and call the shots here in FGA, because everyday that they don't announce me as the NEW number one contender to the Pride Championship is a complete and utter travesty in my humble and esteemed opinion. And contrary to popular opinion, Goodrich and I do not come out here and ask for handouts every fortnight. Instead, we simply demand that I be compensated, and given what I've rightfully earned by being what Johnny Karma isn't, what Zero McHannon used to be, and what Tony Carmine wishes he was - and that's a real wrestler.

Goodrich nods in the background, as Cannon goes on.

Johnny Cannon: I don't pretend to be anything other than what I am, and that's a man who does things in this ring that no one else can do. I can take a washed up hack like Zero, or a lemon like Karma and I can carry them to greatness because all of my bouts are classics. I have the best match on the card every time I compete regardless of where I'm placed because I'm the toughest, and my most talented man in this place, and if anyone other than myself were to make a similar claim you'd know they're just blowing smoke but when it comes from me you know you can take it straight to the bank! That's because I'm a real man, and a real man not only says what he means but he means what he says!

Whilst Goodrich yells "That's Right!" Cannon begins pacing back and forth.

Johnny Cannon: And I meant every word I told FGA when I signed my name next to that X like Malcolm. I told them that I'm here to make money, to Main Event, and to win championships and I've already completed two thirds of that Triple Crown. I did the first the second my paycheck cleared at Wells Fargo, and I did the second two weeks ago when FGA challenged me to prove to them that I'm everything that I say I am. In Chicago Ridge, Illinois, with the FGA World Champion Chandler Scott missing from action, they came to me to close the show. Not Tony Carmine who thinks he's the hottest thing going. ME. They gave me the ball and I bloody ran with it. They gave me the spotlight and I shined like the North Star. They gave me the opportunity and I seized it!

Cannon looks out toward the curtains now.

Johnny Cannon: So for all of you wankers back there that haven't gotten the memo yet, I'm the measuring stick now. Underestimate, and overlook me at your own peril, but understand that whether you do or don't it doesn't really make a difference because if you step into the ring with the baddest man on the planet I'm going to PUT. YOU. DOWN. I'm not here to talk a big game. I'm here to to take your spots, your jobs, and your livelihoods. I'm here to put people in wheelchairs and homeless shelters. I'm here to redefine wrestling in FGA because this company has been looking for someone to finally take it over the top. It's been searching for a missing link and well, you people are looking at him.

The Brit places his shades back on before looking into the camera.

Johnny Cannon: You're looking at a real man, a real wrestler, and the future FGA Pride Champion - Johnny Cannon.

Cannon drops the mic abruptly, and tosses up the ‘V’ salute to a chorus of boos, as “Voodoo Child” hits the P.A. system again. As Team Cannon exits the ring the feed cuts to the commentary table.

Kris Cruise: Stephy, Johnny Cannon continues to state his claim to the Pride Championship. He's got a lot more to prove to the FGA execs before he gets that opportunity.

Stephy Auger: Indeed. Speaking of opportunities, Jennifer Drew has a huge opportunity to make a name for herself. She's about to go one on one with former FGA World Champion, Chris Q!

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Chris Q vs. Jennifer Drew

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Manchester, England … JENNIFER DREEEEWWWW!

“Marionette” plays over the speakers as the lights flash around the stage and Jenn walks out with a smile on her face. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring before climbing the top turnbuckle and blowing a kiss to the crowd and repeating the action before stepping into a corner and waits.

Kris Cruise: There’s the debuting Jennifer Drew, looking to make a big impact here in her first ever FGA match.

Stephy Auger: And what an opponent she has been paired up against, Kris. Because tonight, in Ocean City, we have the three time FGA World Champion, The Big Bad, Chris Q returning to action!

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, hailing from Lone Oak, Texas, weighing in at 241lbs … He is ‘THE BIG BAD’ CHRIIIIIIIIISSSSS Q!

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans. When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

Stephy Auger: There he is!

Kris Cruise: A chill has run down my spine, Stephy. I never thought we’d get to see Chris Q in an FGA ring again!

Stephy Auger: Jennifer Drew isn’t showing any fear, though. She’s ready to fight the legend tonight!

The bell sounds to start the match as Q stands dead center in the middle of the ring; the hatred rains down on him from the crowd as he stares across the ring at his opponent. Drew stares right back, not backing down as she begins to circle the ring. The Big Bad closes in on her, looking for a tie-up, but Drew is too quick for him. She ducks underneath the arms and runs against the ropes for momentum, but Q meets her with a running back elbow!

Drew goes down, but gets right back up as Q connects with a forearm shot to the face. It’s enough to cause Jenn to stagger backwards against the ropes, whereupon Chris Q unleashes a series of knife edge chops to the chest. The crowd alternate between boos and whoos, until finally Q relents, and instead opts for an Irish whip.

Stephy Auger: Chris Q seems content to just be knocking seven shades out of his opponent right now, but we all know he can turn up the aggression at any time.

Drew hits the ropes, rebounding off them as Q goes for the back body drop. But she scouts it. Jenn Drew counters with a boot to the face, and the fans cheer! The dropkick connects, but Q doesn’t go down, instead bouncing off the ropes as he waits for Drew to get back up. He charges in with the lariat attempt, but Drew ducks underneath it and charges against the ropes, springboarding off with a corkscrew crossbody as she takes Q down for the first cover of the night!

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Q powers out.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet; Drew reaches her vertical base first, firing off some shoot kicks to the chest to try and contain The Big Bad. But Q reaches his feet regardless. He counters with a toe kick, doubling Drew over as he hooks her for the snap suplex! Q takes his opponent down, but keeps hold of the petite Briton, as he gets back up and proceeds to perform a gourdbuster, dropping Drew down across the ropes. Q sets off against the ropes, coming back with a huge knee lift that sends Jenn Drew flying backwards, off the apron and down to the outside.

Kris Cruise: This match has spilled to the outside.

Stephy Auger: And that’s not where Jennifer Drew wants to be.

In the ring, Chris Q takes a moment to soak in the boos that are coming his way, before rolling out under the bottom rope. He grabs Drew by the hair and drags her to an upright position as he bounces her head off the apron. A few more forearm shots for good measure and Q tosses his opponent back first into the steel guard rail. More boos from the crowd as the referee’s count out reaches a five count. Drew gets rolled back into the ring, albeit with her head hanging over the edge of the apron. Q grabs her with an inverted facelock, one hand on the waistband as he brings her crashing down on the outside with a modified reverse suplex!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

As the count out reaches eight, Q rolls in and out of the ring, forcing the official to restart. After which, Q rolls his opponent back into the ring before sliding in after her. He makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Q can’t believe it, so he makes the cover again.

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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: Jennifer Drew still has some fight in her, Kris.

Frustration visible on his face, Q drags his opponent back to her feet before planting her with a bulldog. Drew’s head bounces off the mat before Q lays the boots in, stomping away at his prone foe. He drags Drew back to her feet once again, this time promptly and ferociously slamming her back down to the mat with a scoop slam. The Briton is laid out near the corner as Q steps out onto the apron. He makes his way to the middle rope, then finally to the top rope. The crowd fall silent, knowing what’s coming next as Q faces away from the ring; he performs his signature moonsault, flipping through the air with grace…

Kris Cruise: Nothin’ but mat!

He overshot it? Drew rolled out of the way? Either way, Chris Q hits the canvas face first and the crowd pop in delight! Jenn Drew rolls closer to the ropes, grabbing hold of them as she brings herself back to her feet. The former FGA World Champion appears to be in some pain after that missed moonsault, but he regains his vertical base once again. He sees Drew standing in the corner and charges, but Jenn dives out of the way! Q hits the turnbuckle chest first and staggers backwards, right into a jumping neckbreaker from Jenn Drew! Followed by a standing moonsault and Jenn hooks the leg!

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Chris Q throws the shoulder up. Jenn Drew rolls off, making her way to the ropes as she gingerly gets back to her feet again. Q pushes himself up to all fours as Drew fires off a soccer kick to the ribs. And another. But The Big Bad keeps rising. Some martial arts kicks to the chest, followed by a roundhouse to the head keep Q at a kneeling position long enough for Drew to hit the ropes as she goes for the shining wizard!

Stephy Auger: This could be it!

The Big Bad goes down and Drew looks towards the corner. She climbs up the ropes, making her way to the top turnbuckle; the fans are on their feet as Jenn steadies herself before leaping off with the frog splash!

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Kris Cruise: Not quite! The Big Bad able to kick out after the frog splash, and what does Jenn Drew have to do to put away the former FGA World Champion?

Stephy Auger: If his battles against Bond, Sands or Harter are anything to go by…

Kris Cruise: Those were over eighteen months ago, Stephy.

Drew can’t quite believe it as she looks to the official in disbelief, but the referee assures her it was only two. Undeterred, Drew lifts her opponent back to his feet. She goes for an Irish whip, but Q is able to reverse it, using his size advantage. Jenn hits the ropes and leaps with a cross body block, only to get caught! The Big Bad promptly drops her with a sidebreaker before tossing her overhead with a fallaway slam! Drew hits the mat hard and rolls away under the bottom rope, onto the apron. Q charges in and knocks her flying with a baseball slide!

The referee starts a count-out as Drew remains down on the outside, clutching her back after landing on the thin pads. But her opponent, The Big Bad, remains in the ring. Finally, at the count of six, Drew gets back to her feet and begins to climb up onto the apron. As she does so, Q grabs her over the top rope – only to get caught by a guillotine! He staggers away as Drew steadies herself on the apron. She leaps up onto the top rope and springboards into the ring with a hurricanrana – NO! Q holds the legs, stopping Drew mid-move. The crowd fall silent at the display of strength before The Big Bad lifts his opponent back up, throwing her up into a fireman’s carry…

Kris Cruise: No. no, no!

A cocky smirk on his face as he holds the struggling Jenn Drew across his shoulders for a few seconds before finally hitting The Compactor! Drew gets folded up like an accordion, and Q hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, CHRIS Q!

Kris Cruise: A triumphant return for the former World Champion, but Jenn Drew put up a helluva fight tonight.

Stephy Auger: She certainly did…

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun” begins playing throughout the arena again as the fans here in Ocean City boo loudly. Q stands back up, smirking as he looks down at his defeated opponent.

Stephy Auger: …unless he was toying with her?

Kris Cruise: I don’t think that’s the case. But the fact is, Chris Q pulls off the win in tonight’s opening contest – and that’s a line I never thought I’d get to say!

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Kurosawa Chavez, Camellia D. Magna & Maurice Graham vs. Misha LeCavalier, Ochosi, the Hunter & Brett Cross

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a six man tag match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brockton, Massachusetts, weighing in at 185lbs … KUROSAWA CHAVEZ!

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH

Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" cues up and Kurosawa Chavez bursts from behind the entrance curtain, one hand holding a cowboy hat firmly atop his head as the other "conducts" the music. He swaggers his way down the ramp and stops dead in his tracks before jumping onto the apron. After intentionally nearly falling off, holding on with barely one hand, Kurosawa thrusts his pelvis into the air to the beat of the song and then slingshots himself into the ring. With a spin, Chavez tosses his cowboy hat into his corner, backing up into it with his hips moving in an exaggerated manner.

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, from Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at 235lbs … ‘THE MACHINE’ MAURICE 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.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, 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.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 176lbs … BRETT CROSS!

The lights in the building slowly go out as the music begins the smoke machine starts as he appears through the smoke wearing a company skull cap as well as a warm up jacket. He looks out over both sides of the crowd as he starts walking towards the ring hitting fists with the fans. He steps up on the ring apron and then stands with one foot on the top rope with the other on the second rope looking out over the crowd. He then jumps down in to the ring standing in the corner he takes off the skull cap then jacket and begins stretches in the corner with a little shadow boxing.

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, from The Hunting Plains, weighing in at 237lbs … OCHOSI, THE HUNTER!

The arena's lights dim considerably. Smoke billows from behind the curtain, accompanied by a slow cadence of African drums. Ochosi steps from behind the curtains, head down. He raises his arms to his waist, basking in the smoke for a moment. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, backed by the mysterious drums. Once at the ring, he slides in underneath the bottom rope, then comes up on his right knee, with his left leg extended behind and to the left, supporting himself with his right hand. He looks like a panther, ready to pounce on his prey.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada … MISHA LECAVALIER!

The airy sounds of “Waiting Game” (GXNXVS Remix) begins to play over the speakers. After about thirty seconds, Banks’ voice gentilly booms across the arena .

What if I never even see you case we're both on a stage?
What if I never even see you case we're both on a stage?

Misha LeCavalier emerges from the back. She nonchalantly glances at the crowd before she walks down the entrance ramps. Misha ignores the fans and focuses her mind for the task at hand. Taking her time, she rolls into the ring. Misha pulls on the ring ropes once, to test their tightness. She slides her leather ring jacket off and tosses it outside to a ring attendant. After the ref checks with her, Misha heads to the corner and waits for the bell.

Kris Cruise: Here we go!

The bell sounds to start the match as Camellia and Misha look set to kick things off as the legal competitors. Both of them circle the ring momentarily, Cami testing the ropes before they lock up collar and elbow. Cami goes behind with a hammerlock, only to find it soon reversed as LeCavalier applies a hammerlock of her own, before sweeping the legs out from under her opponent. Misha transitions upwards, applying a front facelock. LeCavalier uses the hold to bring her opponent back to her feet, bringing Magna closer to the ropes – as Cross blind tags himself in. Misha looks at him in disgust, but the referee orders her to leave the ring as Cross enters, delivering a thunderous boot to the side of Cami Magna.

Kris Cruise: Brett Cross eager to get in on the action on his debut here,

Stephy Auger: Did you see the look Misha LeCavalier gave him, though?

Cross fires off a kick combo to the chest of Cami Magna, throwing martial art style kicks like they were going out of style before he goes for a roundhouse. But Magna ducks under the roundhouse, and counters with a backflip kick! Brett goes down, but gets back up quickly enough as Cami sets off against the ropes. She comes back with a headscissors takedown, sending Cross hurtling towards her own corner as Graham reaches out for the tag. Magna grabs one leg of her opponent as she makes the tag out to Maurice, who grabs the other leg before the pair of them deliver a nutcracker to Brett Cross!

The howls of pain emanate from the Strong Style Prodigy as Graham drags him back to a vertical base, if only to deliver some knee strikes to the midsection. Cross finds himself pushed back into the corner as Graham drives the knee up into the ribcage several times. A quick snap suplex afterwards and Graham floats over into the first cover.

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Cross kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Brett Cross not starting his FGA career in the best possible way here.

Graham sits his opponent up and applies a rear chinlock, just to wear Cross down. Almost by magic, Brett Cross begins to fight back, working his way up to a kneeling position as he fires off some elbows to the midsection. They’re enough to force Maurice Graham to release the headlock as Cross runs against the ropes – only to get kneed in the back by Chavez!

Stephy Auger: A cheap shot there by Kurosawa Chavez!

Cross staggers back to the center of the ring and gets taken down by a bridging fisherman’s suplex!

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But Ochosi, the Hunter makes his presence known as he breaks up the cover. The referee orders the Orisha back to his corner, but Ochosi tries to interrupt the action again as he sees Chavez has entered the ring to join Maurice in double team stomping Brett Cross. Chavez exits the ring as Ochosi finally relents, obeying the referee’s order to vacate the ring as well. Graham plays innocent, smirking as he lifts Cross back to a vertical base. A quick tag out to Chavez, and both men perform a double team suplex as Chavez goes for the cover.

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Cross gets the shoulder up, and Kurosawa demands the referee counts faster. Disappointed, Chavez drags his opponent back to his feet, grabbing Cross in a front facelock before kipping off the ropes with a tornado DDT! Another cover.

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But Ochosi makes the save again, as Misha remains impassive on the apron. Chavez gets up after the boot to the head and begins arguing with the Hunter, and it’s not long before they begin trading blows. Fists flying in every direction as neither man appears to be gaining an advantage, until Cross rolls Kurosawa up from behind with a schoolboy!

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Kris Cruise: Cross nearly stole this one!

Stephy Auger: And Kurosawa Chavez doesn’t look happy.

Both competitors get back to their feet, but Cross dives through the legs of his opponent and reaches out to make the tag to Misha LeCavalier – who withdraws her arm at the last second. So, instead, Ochosi gets the tag, and the Orisha hops over the top rope. He charges at Chavez with a leg lariat, taking the smaller man down before both competitors scramble back to their feet again. An arm drag by Ochosi sends his opponent across the ring, but Chavez gets right back up, and runs into another arm drag. This time the arm bar is applied. But Chavez reaches upwards and applies a headscissors, using the leverage to take the Hunter over! Chavez charges in again, getting sent against the ropes as Graham makes the blind tag.

Kurosawa hits the ropes and rebounds, using his momentum to counter the Irish whip with one of his own, sending Ochosi, the Hunter against the far ropes. The Orisha comes back and ducks under the leapfrogging figure of Chavez, straight into the waiting arms of Maurice Graham and his spinebuster! The two men, Chavez and Graham exchange a look of approval as Graham drags his opponent back to his feet. A swift boot to the gut has Ochosi doubled over, before he’s trapped in a standing head scissor. Maurice tries to lift him up for a powerbomb – but Ochosi kicks the legs. Again, Maurice tries, but this time, Ochosi reverses out of it with a back body drop. And he immediately breaks for the corner, making the tag out to Misha LeCavalier!

Stephy Auger: She couldn’t withdraw her hand that time.

Misha enters the ring as Maurice gets back to a vertical base. She approaches her opponent and sweeps the leg, bringing Graham down to the mat, back first.

Kris Cruise: They’re all the same size when they’re on the mat.

LeCavalier stomps at one leg, avoiding Maurice’s attempts to kick her away, before applying a spinning toe hold. From this position, Graham is able to kick her away, but LeCavalier bounces off the ropes as Graham pops back up to his feet – and finds himself on the receiving end of a basement dropkick. The knee buckles as LeCavalier pounces, grapevining the leg as she applies a submission hold – until Cami Magna intervenes with a well timed dropkick to the face! Ochosi storms the ring, making a beeline for Magna, but the redhead is waiting for him and performs a drop toe hold. Ochosi lands throat first across the middle rope as Cami runs against the far ropes, coming back with a leapfrog body guillotine!

The Hunter rolls out under the bottom rope, clutching at his throat as, in the ring, Misha spins Cami Magna around and promptly executes a half hatch suplex! Magna is sent sprawling across the ring as Graham gets back to his feet. He swings his leg upwards with a roundhouse, but Misha ducks under it. As Graham turns around to face his opponent this time, he’s met by a boot to the gut and grabbed in a front facelock. Misha springboards off the ropes and executes her Into The Madness, the butterfly submission being applied to Maurice Graham as the referee checks for the submission!

Stephy Auger: This could be it! Maurice Graham looks to be in severe pain here.

Maurice hollers out in pain, but Chavez makes the save with a boot to the back of the head of Misha LeCavalier! The referee admonishes him again, but LeCavalier isn’t in the mood for it. She gets back to her feet and stomps at Maurice Graham as he’s rising. Sensing the opportunity, Misha runs against the ropes, her arm cocked back for the lariat – but Cross makes the blind tag in. He enters the ring past a bewildered LeCavalier, running at Graham, right into an overhead belly to belly!

Kris Cruise: Misha LeCavalier doesn’t look happy, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Can you blame her? She was about to finish this match off, when her partner decided to interject himself.

The tag gets made to Kurosawa Chavez as he enters the ring, catching an unsuspecting Brett Cross from behind with the Time Traveler! Dazed, Cross pops back to his feet and staggers into the waiting arms of Maurice Graham and a backbreaker. Chavez takes the opportunity to springboard up off Cross’ gut before delivering a double foot stomp down across the sternum! Cross drops to the mat in pain as Chavez makes the cover.

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J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, KUROSAWA CHAVEZ, MAURICE GRAHAM AND CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

Kris Cruise: There you have it, Kurosawa Chavez picking up the win for his team.

The three winners all stand in the middle of the ring and gloat about their victory, taunting the crowd for a few moments before leaving the ring. Ochosi, the Hunter is still down on the outside, but Brett Cross is left in the middle of the ring as Misha LeCavalier stands over him – and she looks furious.

Stephy Auger: Uh oh, this can’t be good for Brett Cross.

LeCavalier drags her weary partner back to his feet and hooks him in position for a fisherman’s suplex. She delivers her Sweet Kiss From Venus, driving Cross head and shoulders into the canvas before exiting the ring.

Kris Cruise: Misha venting after the loss. Brett Cross’ performance tonight was certainly far from perfection.

[Deleted]

The camera focuses in and shows Zero McHannon making his way through the building. He has a backpack pulls over both his shoulders with a black sleeveless shirt that only says “WAR” on the front. There’s a pair of earphones blocking out his hearing as he walks up onto Spencer Burke standing in the hallway with his microphone ready and a nearby camera that’s already rolling.

Zero slowly pulls the earphones out of his ears and lets them lay across his chest, faint sound of music still being heard in the background. Zero looks to Spencer like he wasn’t in the mood to be taking questions, but the hint isn’t taken as Spencer positions himself beside the FGA wrestler, just in frame of the camera.

Spencer Burke: Where do I start with you, Zero McHannon? The identity scandal. The tension between you and Jimmy Page. He had a lot to say to you, and about you, at Chicago Ridge. We saw the emotion when he brought up your separate life. Would you mind telling us your thoughts on the whole matter?

Zero McHannon: Separate life. Well… I guess that’s a good way to put it.

He pulls his phone out his pocket and turns off the music. There’s a pause while Zero takes a moment to think about how he wants to approach the question.

Zero McHannon: Did what Jimmy Page say bother me? I’m going to guess that’s what you’re getting at. Of course it bothered me. Some of the things he said, I’ve been thinking in the back of my mind for awhile now.

Another pause and Zero shifts where he stands. He looks away, licks his lips, and turns his attention back to Spencer.

Zero McHannon: But that’s not just Jimmy Page… Everyone is going to judge, that’s what they like to do. That’s part of life, and it's something you’re going to face every time you make a mistake, no matter if you own up to it or not. I don’t blame anyone for judging me, but they haven’t taken a walk in my shoes, especially around that point in my life. I gave my explanation, I don’t have to beg for anyone. Those who want to hear me out, will… and those who don’t will judge me, just like Jimmy Page. He wants to break me mentally and physically, so it doesn’t surprise me that he’ll come at me with whatever ammo is loaded in the chamber for him.

He raises a hand up to his chin and pulls on his beard some. Titling his head to the side, Zero gives off a little smile.

Zero McHannon: Page isn’t perfect, and he knows that. In the ring, or out, Jimmy knows that he has his flaws just like everyone else. So why not try and attack mine? With a guy that has so many problems of his own, he wants to bring me down to his level by whatever means possible.... whatever he thinks will piss me off.

Zero looks towards the camera with a stone look on his face.

Zero McHannon: And I won't let Jimmy Page get to me. I’m stronger than that. He didn’t break me when he attacked me with that chair, so he tries to go for the mind games. He's trying to find the weakness and expose it.

He turns his attention back to Spencer and continues on.

Zero McHannon: That must be upsetting for Page. To know that he can’t break me, no matter what extremes he has to lower himself to. He’s always talking about how he wants to see the roster become hungrier and how he brings out the best of people…. right after he does his best to downgrade them, make them feel like they mean nothing. Truth is, Page doesn’t want to see the best from the roster, and will try to take power into his own hands to stop it. He doesn’t want to face me… He says I haven’t proved anything to have a match with him… Then he goes onto the next show at Chicago Ridge and does nothing except for talk about me. For someone who doesn’t want to fight, he sure as hell shows a lot of interest. But that’s what we should expect from the ‘hungrier man’, right? I brought the fight to Page when all of this shit escalated… Is that hungry enough for him?

He takes a few steps back from the microphone and shakes his head, then steps right back up to the microphone.

Zero McHannon: I was the guy hungry enough to bring the fight to Page at All Star Showdown. After the way all of that finished, I didn’t settle for that match to be the end between me and him. I challenged him to another flight, and Page does what he does the best, duck from fighting his way to settle this problem. The way I see it, there’s only one way to settle this…. because it has came way too far to walk away from now. The ring. I didn't give him the chance to duck away at All Star Showdown. I MADE Jimmy fight! He wasn’t going to pull another stunt on me like he did in the tag team match where he got himself disqualified. I’ve been asking myself who I am far too much, when I needed to ask myself ‘who is Jimmy Page’?

A small laugh.

Zero McHannon: I’ll tell you who Jimmy Page is. He’s a guy who needs to make up for his own burdens by bringing yours to the surface and tries to overshadow his with your own. He’s the type of guy who will half ass around in the ring, but will hit you when your back is turned. A person like Page makes excuses for why he doesn’t want to get in the ring or fight, and he does it week in and week out. I might’ve ran away from some personal problems I’ve had in my life, but I’ve never walked away from a fight when someone is dragging it on. I’m not the one calling out his manhood when he isn’t man enough to finish this face to face. Page might think I’m weak, but I’m still standing right here…. and I’m not backing down.

He gives Spencer a pat on the back and pops his earphones back in. Checking the hallways, Zero makes his way over to his locker room and opens the door. He pops back out the earphones and slowly walks into the room, camera following behind him to see what has caught his interest.

The camera looks around the walls and it shows “MAKO” spray painted repeatedly over all four walls of the room. The pains drips with red and overlaps, comes in all shapes and sizes, but the painted name clearly got the point across that it was trying to make. Zero closes the door behind him to see the name written across the door behind him, then looks to see it spread across the mirrors and floors as well. There isn’t much of an expression Zero’s face as he stands in silence and takes his time to look at “MAKO” spread all across his locker room. He drops his backpack on the floor and takes in a deep breath.

He looks back to the camera, but doesn’t have much to say. The cameraman only gets of a glimpse of the rest of the spray painted room repeating the word “MAKO” as Zero ushers the team out of his locker room and quietly shuts the door behind him.

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Yun Goeun vs. Fujiko Mine

J. A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea … YUN GO-EUN!

"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: Two weeks ago in Chicago, Yun surprised us all by losing in her qualifier match against Kurosawa Chavez.

Stephy Auger: You have to imagine she’l be wanting to bounce back after that one, Kris. Her opponent tonight is none other than lady Luck herself, though.

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 her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin … 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 bounces on her heels, ready to start the match.

Stephy Auger: Speaking of the Frontier Lions Cup, Fujiko won her qualifier match and will be competing in the tournament in four weeks time at Above & Beyond IV.

Kris Cruise: Miss out on a chance to compete for the Pride title, get a chance to get a shot at the World title. She certainly is lucky.

The bell rings, and the two ladies make their way towards the center of the ring. They circle each other cautiously, waiting to see who is going to make the first move. Fujiko lunges in, looking to grab hold of Yun, but Yun sidesteps her and fires off a snapping kick to Fujiko’s midsection. Fuji doubles over, and Yun follows that up with a stinging chop to Fujiko’s chest, followed up by a kick, and a hard right hand that sends Fujiko reeling backward.

Yun pushes forward, backing Fujiko into the ropes and attempts to whip her across the ring, but Fujiko reverses it, shooting Yun towards the ropes instead. Yun rebounds and ducks underneath a back elbow attempt by Fujiko. Yun hits the ropes again, and this time Fujiko attempts a clothesline, but Yun ducks underneath that as well.

She keeps on towards the ropes, and hits them again, but Fujiko is right there, having surged forward, and driving a knee into her midsection. She snapmares Yun down to the mat, and Yun rolls into a seated position. Fujiko sprints past her, towards the ropes, and bounces back, blasting Go-Eun in the face with a dropkick! Fujiko goes for the quick cover.

Kris Cruise: She can’t evade them all apparently.

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NO!

Yun kicks out at the count of one. Fujiko wheels back to her feet, and gets Go-Eun back into a standing position. She delivers a toe kick to Yun’s midsection and then connects with a hard forearm shot that staggers the Billion Dollar Baby back a bit. Fujiko stalks after her, grabbing her by the head, but Yun catches her with a sharp elbow to the gut. Yun turns and delivers a vicious slap that echoes throughout the arena and spins Fujiko. Fujiko staggers off, rubbing the side of her face, grimacing in pain. She turns around, and leans back just as Yun looks to connect with a roundhouse, causing her to whiff the kick. Fujiko runs up behind her, and grabs her in a waist lock, looking to go for a German Suplex, but Yun counters, instead rolling forward and catching Fujiko with a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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NO!

Stephy Auger: Tremendous agility from Yun, this could be it!

Fujiko kicks out and rolls to her feet, only to get met by a standing side kick from Yun. Go-Eun snatches the former Mid-Atlantic Champion in and drops her with a DDT. She makes the pin.

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TWO!
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NO!

Fujiko once again kicks out. Yun gets to her feet, and tries pulling Fujiko into a standing position, but Fuji fires off a hard right hand to Yun’s midsection. She follows up with another, and then another as she pushes to her feet and delivers an enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. Fujiko springs to her feet and storms towards the ropes as Yun unsteadily pushes back to hers. Yun turns around to look for Fujiko, only to get caught with some 4-Play! The crowd roars as the move connects and Fujiko hooks the leg for the pin.

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TWO!
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THR-- No! Go-Eun Yun manages to kick out.

Fujiko makes her way back to her feet, and gives Yun a boot before heading towards the ropes, and climbing out onto the apron. When Yun rises, Fujiko launches off the ropes and soars through the air, looking to connect with a Springboard Hurricanrana, but Yun rolls underneath her. Fuji adjusts in the air, hitting the mat and rolling through the impact, springing up to her feet. She turns and rushes right into a roundhouse kick from Yun, who follows it up with a standing side russian leg sweep.

Stephy Auger: What a move. Yun giving this match everything she has right now.

Kris Cruise: She’s looking to make amends, Stephy. This is the Yun we wish we saw in Chicago.

Yun rolls to her feet, and heads out onto the apron. She waits for Fujiko to climb to a standing position before leaping off the ropes and connecting with a Stiff springboard clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She crawls back and attempts the pin.

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TWO!
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NO! Mine forces her way out.

Yun gets to a vertical position, and reaches down lifting Fujiko up to one as well. Yun rips off a hard forearm to the staggered Fuji, but Fuji responds and fires one right back! Yun rears back and delivers another one, and Fuji answers back again! The two trade forearm shots, the crowd growing louder as each one connects. Finally Yun gets the better of the exchange, nailing Fujiko with a forearm and following it up with a spinning backfist before hooking her arms and delivering a Tiger Suplex to cheers from the crowd, that she bridges into a pin.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Kris Cruise: What a suplex! But only a two count.

Fujiko manages to kick out. Yun takes a moment to gather herself and then climbs to her feet. She slowly makes her way towards the ropes, and begins climbing up as Fujiko slowly begins to stir on the mat. Yun reaches the top just as Fuji pushes to a kneeling position. Yun leaps off the ropes, looking to connect with the All-Kill....

But Fujiko leaps up and connects with a Gamengiri that draws a huge pop from the crowd! Yun falls to the mat, rolling around and clutching at her face as Fujiko crawls towards the ropes. She slowly pulls herself up, and turns to see Yun roll out of the ring and out to the floor. Fujiko moves forward, her eyes on her fallen opponent. As soon as Yun begins to get to her feet, Fujiko breaks towards the ropes. She bounces off, getting a good head of steam as she roars back and catapults over the ropes, taking Yun out with a Corkscrew Plancha to cheers from the crowd!

Stephy Auger: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good.

Both women are down, as the referee begins his count.

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She walks over to Yun and grabs her by the head, lifting her up to her feet. She rolls Go-Eun into the ring, breaking the refs count and hops up onto the apron. She makes her way towards the turnbuckles and climbs up. Once she’s up top, she raises her arms in the air and then flies off, connecting with the Hot Spring Skinny Dip to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: The single leg dropkick connects! This could be over.

She rolls back and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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THREE?!?! NOOOOOO!!!!

Kris Cruise: How?!


Go-Eun Yun somehow manages to get a shoulder up and the crowd erupts. Fujiko is unable to hide the look of shock on her face, as she glances down at her battered opponent. Yun’s display of courage and heart gets her supporters going in full swing as AJA! AJA! HWAITING! chants begin to break out. Fujiko glances around, shaking her head as the chants seemingly grow louder. AJA! AJA! HWAITING! This sparks a rally cry from Fujiko’s supporters as a chant of Let’s Go Fu-Jiko, *clap* *clap* *clap clap clap* breaks out.

Stephy Auger: The fans love both these women, Kris.

Kris Cruise: And with performances like this, I can’t blame them.

Fujiko rises to her feet, her eyes on Yun who is being willed to her feet by the cheers of the crowd. Fujiko backpedals a bit, as Yun staggers to her feet. She then rushes forward, looking to connect with a clothesline, but Yun ducks underneath it, catching Fujiko and hitting her with the Billboard Bust to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!

Both women are down once again, Yun too drained to capitalize on the maneuver right away. The crowd roars their support for each competitor as the referee begins a count. Yun inches her way towards the ropes, and uses them to pull herself up. She glances back at Fujiko who is beginning to stir on the mat. Yun steadies herself a bit and watches as Fujiko rises to her feet. Once she’s up, Yun surges from the corner, looking to connect with her 540 Crescent Kick, The One Hit Wonder! But Fujiko ducks underneath the move. She bolts towards the ropes, and comes back, connecting with The Lucky Shot to cheers from the crowd.

Yun crumples to the mat, and Fujiko slowly begins to drag herself over to make the cover. She makes the pin.

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THRE-- NOOO!!!!! The crowd thunders as Go-Eun somehow manages to kick out of the Lucky Shot.

Fujiko rolls onto her back, her face in her palms in disbelief. And just at that moment, the bell rings, causing a wave of confusion to sweep the arena.

The referee walks over and has a conference with the timekeeper, before signaling that the match is over, to the crowd’s dismay. The match is a time limit draw.

Kris Cruise: What’s this?

J. A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a time limit draw!

A chorus of boos greets the announcement, as the fans want to see a true ending to what has been a great match. Yun and Fujiko rise to their feet, on opposite sides of the ring, the boos quickly turning to cheers for both ladies. They look at each other, and then meet in the center of the ring and exchange a handshake, before raising each others arms up to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Neither able to put the other away, and the time limit expires

Kris Cruise: What a match though. Tonight’s show just keep getting better and better, and there’s so much more to come!

[Deleted]

Back behind the curtain, Johnny Karma is taking a relaxing walk to take his mind off his match later tonight, with Cherry Baum by his side

Johnny Karma: I have to say, Miss Baum, you gave me a fright when you said this match would be taking place in...in...Jersey. But, lucky enough, you found out it was in the other Ocean City before we set off in the wrong direction.

Cherry Baum: I know, I made a mistake.

There's the briefest hint of Karma giving Cherry a side-eye as she says this, as she seems to have been getting flustered a lot lately

Johnny Karma: Are you sure you're okay? It's not like you to make such a snafu.

The words that Cherry is thinking of saying go round and round in her head, before she comes up with an answer she thinks is satisfactory

Cherry Baum: It's just the excitement for your Pride Championship match J-K.

Cherry flashes Karma a reassuring smile, and he seems to buy the answer...until Cherry looks away, and we see he clearly doesn't, but isn't sure how to ask Cherry what's really going on.

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Annie Zellor vs. Noelle Smith

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

“I'm Good At Being Bad” by TLC 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.

Sorry I turned you out (you out)
I guess I didn't know
That a man could be so soft (hmm)
Well I guess I have to give you back
The flowers, the candy (what?)
The diamonds (Oh no, not the diamonds)
Oh, hell no, wait a minute....
I'ma keep that (Better keep it girl)
Hope that you don't mind
I'm not the mushy kind
The mushy kind.........
Unh, check it

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.

Stephy Auger: Here comes Noelle Smith, who in a month’s time will compete in the Frontier Lion’s Cup, aiming for a shot at the FGA World Championship.

Kris Cruise: She’s already a former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, does she have what it takes to be a World champion?

Stephy Auger: She’s certainly one of the tougher competitors we have here. After her performance at All Star Showdown, to still be wrestling tonight shows some resilience. But she has a challenge on her hands in the form of one half of the former tag team champions.

Once Noelle gets settled in the ring, her music begins to die down and J.A. Aldridge walks back to the center of the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent… From Staten Island, New York… She is one-half of the #Sparklebuddies… ANNIE ZELLOR!

An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Two perennial fan favorites set to do battle for the first time ever!

Stephy Auger: And Annie is certainly excited to be here, but she’s excited every week.

The opening bell sounds and the match is underway! Noelle and Annie meet in the center of the ring and lock up, but Noelle quickly pulls Annie into a headlock. Annie wriggles her head out from Noelle’s arm, drops the ground, and pulls Noelle’s feet out from under her, causing Noelle to land face first against the mat. Annie rushes up to her feet, bounces off the ropes, and comes running back towards Noelle to connect with a low dropkick right to Noelle’s face!

Noelle rolls onto her back, and Annie stays in attack mode. Annie steps up toward Noelle and grabs her by the head, helping her up to her feet. Once Noelle gets to her knees, she wraps her arms around Annie’s waist, stands up, and lifts Annie up in the air for a flapjack! With Annie down, Noelle moves over toward her head and helps the youngster up to her feet. Noelle grabs a hold of Annie’s arm, and sends her back first into the corner with a hard Irish whip. Noelle takes a few steps back, then charges forward to land a running forearm smash right to Annie’s face!

Stephy Auger: Big running forearm smash from Noelle there.

Kris Cruise: Looks like she has full control of this match already.

Annie falls from the corner and lands face first on the mat. Noelle stays in attack mode and quickly drops a leg right to the back of Annie’s head, spinning her around to make the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Annie kicks out almost immediately, Noelle rolling out of the ring and onto the apron. Noelle pulls herself up using the ropes and begins climbing up to the top rope. Once she catches her balance, she waits for Annie to stand up before she goes for the attack. After a few seconds, a groggy Annie Zellor gets up to her feet, and turns around…

Stephy Auger: WHOAAAAA!

Noelle goes for a crossbody, but Annie dropkicks her out of midair! Noelle looks to be out cold after the hellacious dropkick, Zellor crawling toward her opponent to make the cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Noelle kicks out right at the two count. Annie looks over at the referee to double check the count, but the referee emphatically holds two fingers up. Annie get up to her feet and goes right in attack mode. She helps get Noelle up to her feet, but sends her right back to the mat with a judo hip toss! Annie keeps her arm wrapped around Noelle’s head, using that to pull her back up to a vertical stance.

With Noelle now up to her feet, Annie rears back and connects with a shoot kick right to Noelle’s gut, and follows it up with a facebreaker DDT! Noelle lands on the canvas, but Zellor wasn’t done with the attack just yet! She rolls out of the ring and gets herself ready on the apron.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Annie has something big in mind here.

Stephy Auger: Looks that way, but who knows. Noelle had something big in mind before, and that BIG idea turned into a huge dropkick to the kisser from Annie!

Noelle staggers up to her feet, allowing Annie to spring onto the ropes, and dive into the ring to connect with a big springboard bulldog!!! Annie rolls Noelle onto her back and makes the cover…

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Noelle kicks out right after the two count, Annie wiping the sweat from her forehead afterward. Annie gets up to her feet and pulls Noelle up with her, but Noelle strikes with a elbow to Annie’s face! Annie staggers back against the ropes, allowing Noelle to charge forward and spear Annie out of the ring!

The action gets outside of the ring with both Annie and Noelle rising up to their feet.

ONE!

Annie and Noelle stand up and walk towards one another, with Noelle catching Annie with a kick to the gut.

TWO!

Noelle grabs a hold of Annie’s head and tries to throw her against the steel guardrail, but Annie elbows Noelle to get herself free!

THREE!

Annie grips Noelle by the head, pulls it down, and knees her right in the face!

FOUR!

Noelle stumbles back, allowing Annie to charge forward for a clothesline attempt, but Noelle does a matrix-like backbend to get underneath it!

FIVE!

Once Annie puts the brakes on, she turns around to go back on the attack, but gets blasted by a big boot from Noelle!

SIX!

Noelle takes a moment to gather herself as Annie rubs her hand down her face, favoring her jaw after the boot.

Kris Cruise: Stephy, if these girls don’t get back in the ring they’re going to get counted out!

Stephy Auger: Almost seems like they haven’t paid attention to the referee at all here. Maybe they just can’t hear him over this deafening crowd?!

SEVEN!

After shaking the cobwebs out, Noelle goes to slide into the ring, but Annie grabs her foot and stops her! Annie rips Noelle back, and clocks her with a stiff open palm strike!

EIGHT!

Annie goes to slide into the ring, but Noelle grabs her foot and pulls her back! Noelle swings wildly with a right hand, but Annie ducks it, and shoves Noelle back.

NINE!

The two ladies look at the referee inside the ring, realizing how close they were to the ten count. They look back at one another, and then simultaneously slide back into the ring to break the ten count!

Stephy Auger: Phew! Glad this match is going to continue here. I thought we were gonna see a countout.

Kris Cruise: You and me both, Stephy.

Annie and Noelle rush up to their feet, and it’s Noelle who strikes first with a kick to the midsection. Noelle wraps her arm around Annie’s head for a DDT attempt, but Annie grabs Noelle’s arm and spins herself out of the precarious position. Annie hits Noelle with a reverse elbow to the face, then tries to follow it up with a jawbreaker, but Noelle shoves Annie back and connects with a jumping hurricanrana!

Annie was grounded, and Noelle sees that this was her moment to go in for the kill. Noelle stumbles over toward Annie and lifts her up, locking her in position for the “Swing, Set Match!” spinning neckbreaker! Noelle wraps her arm around Zellor’s head and grabs her other arm, and swings!

… but Annie pushes Noelle off, and rolls her up from behind with a school boy!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Noelle just manages to push Annie off to break the count! Both ladies scramble up to their feet and then charge toward one another, but Noelle strikes first with a big spinning roundhouse kick to Annie’s head! The kick got Annie down to one knee, allowing Noelle to bounces off the ropes and connect with a HUGE shuffle side kick right to Annie’s chin!

Annie falls flat on her back and Noelle dives on top of her to make the cover!!

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TWO!
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THREE!

No! Annie gets her foot on the rope right before the referee’s hand came down for the three!

Stephy Auger: Holy crap! I thought Noelle had Annie right there! Are we sure she got her foot on the rope?!

Kris Cruise: Positive, Stephy. She made it right when the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. He only continued the count because his hand was THAT close to the mat before Annie got her foot on the rope.

Noelle looks around in disbelief, not surprised by Annie getting her foot on the rope, but because of close it was to the three count. Instead of arguing with the referee, Noelle lifts Annie up by her head and tosses her into one of the free corners. Noelle tucks her head, and drives her shoulder right into Annie’s gut before she sits her up atop the turnbuckles.

Noelle starts climbing up to the top rope and looks ready to deliver a superplex, but Annie comes out of nowhere with an elbow right to Noelle’s face! Noelle leans back, but holds her hands onto the ropes. Annie sees this and uses her feet to push Noelle back, causing her to land hard on her back in the center of the ring. With Noelle grounded, Annie stands up at the top rope, catches her balance, and comes soaring off to connects with an elbow drop! Annie hooks Noelle and the referee slides into position to make the count!

ONE
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TWO
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THRRRRRRR-KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: Another close call! Noelle just got her shoulder up!

Stephy Auger: But she got it up, and that’s all that matter, Kris! This match continues.

Annie takes a moment to catch her breath, looking over at Noelle with a look on her face that says “What am I supposed to do?”

Instead of wasting time, Annie goes right back into attack mode. Annie pulls Noelle up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. As Noelle comes charging back, Annie tucks her shoulder, but Noelle connects with a swift kick right to Annie’s chest! Annie’s stands back upright, but Noelle shoots forward, kicks Annie in the midsection, and follows it with her trademark “Flip Trip” snapmare!

Kris Cruise: Annie just took a trip!

Stephy Auger: A flip trip, haha!

Annie sits up after the snapmare, but Noelle bounces off the ropes and comes charging back, connecting with a low dropkick! The shot echoes throughout the arena and Noelle dives on top of Annie to make the cover!

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Annie gets the shoulder up right as the referee’s arm was coming down for the three! Noelle looks over at the referee, once again realizing how close she was to finishing the match. Noelle doesn’t waste any more time and pulls Annie up to her feet. Noelle locks Annie’s head in position for the “Swing, Set, Match” one more time, but Annie gets her head free and pushes Noelle back!

Annie takes a few steps back while Noelle stares at her, now almost across the ring. Noelle runs toward Annie, but Annie sees it coming and executes a drop toe hold, sending Noelle neck and throat first into the middle rope! Annie sees this, bounces off the ropes on the opposite side, and hits Noelle with her patent “Rough ‘n’ Tumble” tiger feint kick! Annie uses her own momentum to land back in the ring, and makes the cover on Noelle as the referee dives in position to make the cover!

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TWO!
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THREE!


J.A. Aldridge: The winner of this match… ANNIE ZELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOR!

Kris Cruise: She did it, what a victory for Annie Zellor here.

Stephy Auger: Noelle came so close to the win, but Annie Zellor got the better of her right at the end.

Zellor climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate her win as, behind her, Noelle begins to stir. She gets back to her feet as Annie climbs down from the corner and the two women lock eyes...before hugging each other tightly! Noelle raises Annie's arms as the fans continue to cheer.

Kris Cruise: Tremendous sportsmanship from Noelle Smith here, that's always nice to see.

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As the Ocean City crowd (and, soon, the fans who have purchased this fine DVD) recovers from witnessing Annie Zellor and Noelle Smith give each other their all, the cameras roam backstage to the parking lot. Peaking out from behind a production trailer, the camera crew finds Kurosawa Chavez and Maurice Graham in mid-conversation. Both men seem to still be recovering from the six-person tag earlier in the evening, with both men still in their ring gear.

Kurosawa Chavez: So, what I'm saying, man, is...

Maurice Graham: You want me to watch your back in Boston.

Kurosawa Chavez: You're not as dumb as you look.

Graham takes exception to the cliché insult, sizing Chavez up.

Maurice Graham: Listen, if you want my help then just say it.

Kurosawa Chavez: I'm not talking just help, honey bunny. I'm talking...partnership.

Maurice Graham: What do I have to gain from this?

Kurosawa Chavez: The same thing I do. Money...fame...women...

Unimpressed, Graham shakes his head and begins to walk away as Chavez, cowering back from the Machine, grabs his wrist.

Kurosawa Chavez: ...gold...?

Maurice stops mid-step and turns. He rips his arm free from Kurosawa and stops for a moment, weighing out the options in his head. After a few moments, he nods, and forcefully grabs the hand of Chavez, shaking it with authority.

Maurice Graham: Let's talk.

Chavez smiles and jumps up, literally clacking his heels together, and then brushes his hair out of his face, immediately reverting to a calm and cool demeanor.

Kurosawa Chavez: Cool. I'll call you, I guess. Is that how this thing is done? The whole "business partnership" thing? It seems a little...ehhh...

Maurice Graham: If this is how it's going to be, then...!

Kurosawa Chavez: No, no, I'm done. We should exchange email addresses and stuff. Do you have a card?

The camera recedes back behind the production trailer, and the scene cuts back to the ring.

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Saturday, September 19

Matthews Arena

Boston, MA
LIVE on PAY-PER-VIEW

[Deleted]

Zero McHannon vs. Johnny Karma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherry Baum: Introducing first, weighing in at a firm, a foreceful, but certainly not remorseful 233lbs...hailing from Queens NYC, he is the daisy that grows through the concrete that is New Jersey, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Karma takes a couple of steps forward, giving a disdainful look in the general direction of the crowd as he takes the mic, and lifts it to his lips...

...and stands in the ring, holding the mic to his lips without saying a word...

...keeping the crowd waiting for him to speak...

...as he just holds the mic to his lips...

Johnny Karma: Jersey's not worth it.

Karma drops the mic, the sound of it hitting the canvas echoing through the arena, before he walks towards his corner to perform a couple of last minute lunges

“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 with his manager, Gambino, walking out shortly after him.

“Hide my face again, habor in the shadows,
Feel this weight of sin, hammering away...

DIEEE!! With the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers,
DIEEE!! Watch the scythe usher me astray…”

Gambino is standing on one side of the ramp, trying to pump the crowd up as Zero makes his way down the rampway. He reaches out to his right, letting the fans reach over the barrier to touch him, then he does the same with his left. Zero makes his way to the bottom, touches the ring post, and slides into the ring on the side. He instantly bounces to his feet after sliding in, while Gambino takes the steps to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, now residing out of Long Island, New York! Weighing in at 210 pounds… ZERO MCHANNON!

“I can’t go on this way,
Not as I am today,
The ugly side of me is strong....

Take aim a loaded gun,
Pulls back on all who run,
A coward’s truth inside the wrong...”

Zero McHannon climbs the nearest turnbuckle spread his arms and begins to yell towards the crowd as they do their best to cheer over him. He freezes for a moment, taking in the atmosphere, then hops from the corner ropes, and tests the mat under his feet. He is talking to himself as he crosses the ring and stands up on this turnbuckle, pointing to the crowd, and slapping himself in the chest. Finally, he hops down and meets up with his manager in the middle of the ring.

THIS MEANS WARRRR!!!

In the middle of the ring, his manager gives Zero some hard taps in the head, trying to psych him up for the match ahead. Once it seems like he is ready, he goes to his corner to wait for the start of the match, stretching himself out at the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: The feud between Zero McHannon and Jimmy Page is far from over. But earlier tonight, Page poured more gasoline of the fire by vandalizing McHannon’s locker room with the “MAKO” name.

Stephy Auger: Page is really asking for it, isn’t he? Sooner or later, these two are going to get in the ring. And next time, the police won’t be there to break it up.

The bell sounds as Karma and McHannon head towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Karma moves McHannon across the ring and into the corner. The ref then heads over, giving both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

After both men make a clean break, Karma lunges down and tries for a shoulder thrust. But McHannon anticipates it and counters with a knee lift. He then takes Karma, shoves him into the corner, turns around and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts. He then grabs Karma by the wrist and whips him across the ring. McHannon then charges full steam across the ring. But Karma nails him with an elbow to the face. As McHannon stumbles back, Karma then runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a running high knee strike. From there, Karma turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. Karma makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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McHannon kicks out.

Karma picks up McHannon, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning McHannon around, Karma unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings McHannon from out of the corner before going for an irish whip. But McHannon reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, McHannon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma quickly stops and wraps his arms around McHannon’s waist as the crowd gasps, knowing what’s about to come...

Kris Cruise: Karma’s looking to finish this one already!

Karma tries to lift up McHannon for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. But McHannon sandbags himself. So Karma tries to hoist up McHannon again. But this time, McHannon flutter kicks his legs, forcing Karma to drop him. McHannon then follows up with a back body drop. When Karma gets back up and turns around, McHannon knocks him down with a right hand. Karma returns to his feet, but quickly gets knocked back down by another right hand. As Karma gets back up, McHannon swings for the fences. But Karma ducks. When McHannon turns around, Karma knees him in the midsection. While McHannon’s doubled over, Karma grabs him, runs, hops over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma. As McHannon stumbles back, Karma hops up onto the apron, scales the turnbuckles and leaps off, knocking him down with a diving double ax handle smash. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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McHannon kicks out.

Karma picks up McHannon and brings him over towards the ropes. He tries to lift up McHannon for a slingshot suplex. But McHannon blocks the move. So Karma tries to lift up McHannon for another suplex. But again, McHannon blocks the move. McHannon then grabs a hold of Karma and goes for a vertical suplex. But Karma slips down from behind. After turning McHannon around, Karma throws out an NYC Uppercut. But McHannon blocks, grabs Karma and tosses him through the ropes. After reaching through the ropes, McHannon grabs Karma, drags him along the middle rope and plants him with a rope elevated DDT. The crowd cheers as he turns Karma over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

McHannon picks up Karma and moves him into the corner. After a series of elbows strikes, McHannon takes Karma and whips him across the ring. From there, McHannon runs, jumps and goes for a Stinger Splash. But Karma moves out of the way, causing McHannon to crash sternum-first into the corner. As McHannon stumbles back, Karma grabs him from the side and brings him down with a russian legsweep. He then rolls over before making the cover.

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TWO!
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McHannon gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up McHannon and whips him into the ropes. When McHannon comes back, Karma throws him down with a snap scoop powerslam. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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McHannon gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up McHannon, brings him over towards the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex. He then turns over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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McHannon gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Karma. I must say, Karma looks to be in rare form. And that could spell trouble for one Tony Carmine.

Stephy Auger: It could. On the debut on Vertigo, Tony will defend his Pride Championship against Karma. I know Tony’s brushed off Karma as not being a threat. But deep down, you’ve got to think that Tony’s starting to sweat.

Karma picks up McHannon, knees him in the midsection and applies The World’s Greatest Abdominal Stretch.

Kris Cruise: Now Karma’s looking to wear down McHannon even further. McHannon has able able to kick out of everything Karma’s thrown his way. Let’s see if he can escape this.

The ref asks McHannon if he wants to give up. But McHannon refuses to quit. So Karma begins to apply more pressure to the hold, causing McHannon to cringe.

Kris Cruise: You know that Page is watching this and is loving every second of it.

Stephy Auger: Well he could get in the ring and do it himself. But he’d rather take digs at McHannon and throw his past in his face.

The ref kneels down next to McHannon and asks him if he wants to give up. But McHannon still won’t quit. So Karma release the hold, only to scoop up McHannon from the side and deliver a backbreaker. But instead of letting McHannon fall to the mat, Karma grabs a hold of him, lifts him off his knees and tosses him through the ropes.

As McHannon tries to get up on the outside, Karma takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for This Is For The front Row. But McHannon ducks the baseball slide clothesline. Once Karma lands on his feet on the outside, McHannon quickly grabs him and brings him down with an inverted STO to cheers from the crowd. After picking up Karma and rolling him back into the ring, McHannon rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Karma gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Nice ring awareness from Karma. But he’s got to remember to keep those at a minimum. He’s only going to get three rope breaks in his Pride Title Match in two weeks.

McHannon picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending McHannon into the ropes. When McHannon comes back, Karma throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as he rolls across McHannon and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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McHannon gets his shoulder up.

Karma grabs McHannon by the beard and slowly pulls him back up to his feet. He then rattles off three snapping jabs before throwing out a right hook. But McHannon ducks and counters with an Olympic Slam. With both men down, the ref starts his count.

ONE!







TWO!






THREE!





FOUR!




McHannon turns over and drapes his shoulder across Karma’s chest.

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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

After McHannon picks up Karma, he goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending McHannon into the ropes. When McHannon comes back, he knocks down Karma with a clothesline. As Karma starts to get back up, McHannon takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Karma back down with another clothesline. He then runs back into the ropes. When McHannon comes back, Karma throws out a clothesline. But McHannon ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Karma with a flying forearm smash. The crowd cheers as he crawls over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

McHannon picks up Karma and delivers a suplex lift into a neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

McHannon picks up Karma and lifts him up for a twisting brainbuster, but Karma slips down from behind, spins McHannon around and delivers the Bum Trip. When McHannon gets back to his feet and turns around, he turns into Check Your Chiclets. While McHannon is down, Karma steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Karma reaches the top, he leaps off, going for From The Stars Above. But McHannon rolls out of the way, causing Karma to crash on the canvas as the crowd cheers.

Kris Cruise: Nobody was home on that one!

McHannon picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. He then runs, jumps and connects with a Stinger Splash. After bringing Karma from out of the corner, McHannon hoists him up onto his shoulders and delivers a fireman’s carry gutbuster. While Karma turns over and is curled up on all fours, McHannon goes over and wraps his arms around him. After yanking Karma back up to his feet, McHannon lifts him up and throws him down with Zero-Tolerance.

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TWO!
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THREE!

“This Means War” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, ZERO MCHANNON!

McHannon gets his arms raised by Gambino and the ref as the crowd continues to cheer.

Kris Cruise: Karma faces a setback on his road to the Pride Title as Zero McHannon is victorious.

Stephy Auger: I’m sure that Zero feels good about this one. But I know that he’d love for nothing more than to get his hands around Page’s neck.

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Having wrestled his match against Zero McHannon in the most Karmic manner possible, Johnny Karma walks back through the curtain and begins the long walk from the arena to the locker room, with a towel draped around his neck, an ice cold bottle of water in his hand, and a Cherry Baum walking by his side every step of the way as we join them in mid-conversation

Johnny Karma: ...with the match out of the way, that means there’s officially no reason for us to be in Jersey any longer, so when I get back to the locker room I’ll hand you the keys so you can start up the car and we can get out of here.

Cherry Baum: So you’re letting me drive your car J-K?

Cherry hasn’t even finished her question before Karma responds...

Johnny Karma: Heck no!

Cherry pouts, while Karma considers something moderately important

Johnny Karma: Actually, it probably would be a good idea for me to take a well-deserved shower before we check out of this place. After all, I wouldn’t want to get my clothes all sweaty, let alone the seats, and I’m sure neither of us wants to see a repeat of the time I was breaking out in hives before we’d gotten off the Garden State Parkway, either.

Karma waits for an answer, but Cherry doesn’t respond - instead she’s got the look in her eye that implies she’s daydreaming, almost as if a mental image just flashed into her head, and judging by her expression she seems to be enjoying it

Johnny Karma: ...Miss Baum?

Cherry snaps out of her daydreaming

Cherry Baum: Yes J-K?

Johnny Karma: You drifted off there for a moment.

Cherry Baum: I did? Sorry about that.

Johnny Karma: Come to think of it, you’ve been acting kind of strange since we got back from Vegas.

Cherry Baum: I have?

Cherry tries to play innocent, but isn’t doing a particularly convincing job of it

Johnny Karma: Listen, if there’s something bothering you, you know you can tell me about it, right? I’m right here, after all.

Cherry bites her lip as she tries to think of what she wants to say, and she’s taking a long time as she tries to think of the best way to say it - and it’s made that little bit harder for her as Karma is stood right in front of her with a reassuring look on his face.

Finally, after thinking it over, Cherry starts to speak


Cherry Baum: J-K, I…

Missed The Scandalous One tonight?

From behind, the FGA Pride Champion Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine approaches his number one contender and his lovely...lovely. With a bright pink mink coat on and three women surrounding him, Tony leaned back and rubbed on the newly-bedazzled title around his waist.

Sunshine Tony: I wasn’t going to give everyone the pleasure of seeing my pretty face around here tonight. However, I just couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous little miss sweet cherry pop is. How you doing sweetie?

Tony takes Cherry Baum’s hand and gives it a little peck on the cheek. The champion then gives a sly smirk to Karma.

Sunshine Tony: Actually don’t answer that. You won’t tell the truth around this overbearing try-hard. See, you may think there’s detaching that leash, mama, but have no fear. The Scandalous One is here. Take a look Miss Cherry.

The Pride Champion steps aside to showcase the triad of women accompanying him. Each of a different nationality, neither of which could be discerned without racial profiling.

Sunshine Tony: Allow me to introduce some of my most empowered, exquisite and esteemed ladies. Numbers 45, 73 and 140. Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘oh big meanie Tony is just trying to knock Johnny off of his game for the big match’. Well baby I’m happy say you’d be correct. While Johnny Karma’s down and out right now, you’re his shoulder to lean on. You’re the one who stays down on the get down. A true Bonnie to this worthless piece of shit Clyde.

Tony steps in front of Cherry, almost ignoring Karma’s existence.

Sunshine Tony: But if by the grace of God...and I mean God would have to literally come down from the heavens and ejaculate into this asshole’s coffee for this to happen...BUT! If by some miracle Jonathan here takes this Pride title away from me, he’s going to carry on like you never lifted a finger to get him there. Hell, without Cherry Baum, no one gives a flying diddly fuck about Johnny Karma. That’s facts only. Without Cherry Baum, there’s no show, no pizzaz, no umph to the sorry piece of trash that is Johnny Karma’s career. Just remember that when you’re begging for this goddamn geed to finally take a hint while he’s jacking off to his own reflection wishing he was half as beautiful as the Scandalous One.

The champ turns his back to the pair and faces the women. However, he turns back for one last thought.

Sunshine Tony: Or continue being the weak ass bitch he’s made you into.

Tony blows Cherry a kiss and turns back around.

Cherry Baum: J-K?

Cherry turns round and sees Karma is stood there, utterly fuming with what just happened

Cherry Baum: Listen, don’t let him get inside your head, it’s what he wants to try and take you off your...

Johnny Karma: I can’t believe that khamer had the nerve to speak to you like that!

Cherry Baum: Don’t worry, he...wait, what?

Cherry is slightly taken aback when she hears Karma was mostly concerned with how Carmine treated her, rather than running his mouth about Karma

Johnny Karma: Making out like you're some dizzy fangirl with the self esteem of a slug, where does he get off saying that? More than anything, it says a lot about him that he has to resort to taking cheapshots at you, like a certain somebody else we could mention from not that long ago…

Cherry puts a hand on Karma’s shoulder, trying to calm him down

Cherry Baum: J-K, it’s okay.

Johnny Karma: No it’s not, it’s so far from okay I’m tempted to just walk down the corridor right now and lower myself to his level…

Karma pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath while mentally counting to ten, before he continues

Johnny Karma: ...but you know what? If I did that, he’d kvetch that I cheated or something when I take that belt from him, so instead I’m going to sit, and wait, and remember everything he said for when I get my shot at the Pride Championship, and when I do he’ll remember every last word he said, because I’ll be feeding them to him one syllable at a time.

With that said, Karma turns and marches back to his locker room with a remarkable amount of determination about him, while Cherry is left standing in the hallway trying to make sense of what just took place

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Cyncity vs. Hadley Herrera

The beginning of "Dam Dadi Do" by Nightcore fills the arena speakers over. Playing over the song was a loud siren, the crowd in the arena on their feet letting their voices be heard. The lights in the arena dim down just enough for the spotlight in the arena to shine directly on center stage.

J. A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall!

Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scans the crowd, and feeds from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp. She flaps her right arm up in the air and takes in the audiences cheers. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and bottom pushed out. Fans in attendance whistle in her direction as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

J. A. Aldridge: Introducing the first wrestler making her way to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, they call her Ms. No DVD Tapings off…Please welcome back to action here in Ocean Beach.....CYNNNNNNNCITAAAAAAAAYYYYY!

She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them hugs before she marches her way down the ramp and towards the ring. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her quickened pace toward the ring. She slides into the ring and plays with the crowd some more, then gets herself loosened up for the upcoming match.

J. A. Aldridge: Annnd her opponent!

The lights in the arena dim a bit and all turn blue as "New Medicines" by Dead Poetic begins to play. The screen starts to show running water over the screen with different two colored pills running through the water as it pours down the screen. The name "Hadley" appears on the screen as the song lyrics begin being sung.

J. A. Aldridge: Making her way down the ramp she hails from Corpus Christi, Texas….HAAAAAAAAAADLEY HERRRRERAAAAA!!!

These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they'll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.

Hadley walks out from behind the curtain. She walks down the ramp as the blue lights continue to pour down on the arena. She makes it to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. She walks over to one corner and climbs the turnbuckle. She lifts her right arm into the air and taps it's elbow several times with her left hands pointer and middle finger signifying a nurse looking for a vein.

New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it.

Hadley hops off the turnbuckle and walks over to the other side climbing it again. She again raises her right arm and taps her elbow with her left arm. The music starts to fade and she jumps off the turnbuckle waiting for the match to start.

The referee checks both Hadley and Cyncity for any weapons. He wants to make sure the match will be a clean fight through and through. He comes to the conclusion that neither woman has anything so he points towards the man who’s in control of the ring bell giving the order to ring the bell.

Kris Cruise: The history of these two women dates back to last year, when Hadley Herrera first appeared on the scene.

Stephy Auger: During the time when her half-brother, Dan Herrera was feuding with Cyncity. She initially sided with Cyncity, but eventually changed sides to team with her brother.

Kris Cruise: And I don’t think Cyn has ever forgiven her for that. But now they meet one on one for the first time!

The referee claps yelling to “GO!” Immediately the audience starts to shout “WELCOME BAAAAACK!” At Cyncity. Followed by a set of three synchronized claps. Cyn looks out to the crowd soaking up the appreciation. The sheer emotion they feel having her back in the ring to entertain them. While Cyncity is overly joyed about this response being much more than she expected Hadley doesn’t care too much for it. While Cyncity is still looking out to the crowd with her back turned to Hadley for a split second Herrera lounges forward!

Kris Cruise: Watch out Cyn!

She wraps her arm around the back of Cyncity’s neck - places her foot on the right side of Cyn’s left foot - then drops back!

WHAM!!

Hadley rises up just to a level where she’s on her knees looking down at Cyncity. She looks out to the crowd asking them to “cheer that!!!!!!!” They don’t oblige, Hadley presses her forearm on the face of Cyncity while hooking the inner leg attempting to get the early win!

Stephy Auger: I’ll say nice Russian Leg Sweep by Hads. This girl has all of the talent in the world to excel in that ring...

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NO!

Cyncity forces her shoulder up before the two count. Hadley gets back to her feet - she begins laying in boots to Cyn’s back as she turns around. With a boatload of confidence - Hadley pulls Cyncity close to the south-eastern corner of the ring. She exits the ring onto the apron then rushes up to the top. Hadley wastes zero  time in jumping from the top - she pushes her right knee out then drops it straight onto canvas! Cyncity rolls out of the way (towards the turnbuckle) getting the crowd to resume cheering!

Kris Cruise: Yes Cyn! Show them why you should be in the championship picture!

Stephy Auger: Ugh high risk no reward.

While Hadley is catering to her knee Cyncity takes the time to pull herself up to the third turnbuckle (from the front). Hadley lifts herself back up still hobbling on that knee she put in harm’s way. Cyn jumps back off the turnbuckle twisting her body in mid-air to land Emphatic Whispers!

BAM!

Hadley and Cyncity hit the canvas after Cyn’s difficult maneuver. Cyn drapes an arm over the chest of Herrera for her first pin attempt of the night. The referee drops down to his knees to complete his job once more.

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TWO!

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KICKOUTTTT!

Hadley kicks out of the pin. The people know that the high risk maneuver should have put Hadley away for good! Cyncity tries to keep her offense going. She gets to her feet - proceeding to try and lift Hadley back to a vertical base so that she can get the ball rolling even faster. Hadley pulls on the tights of Cyncity - which sends cyn right into the ropes. Cyn lands her chest on top of the second rope. Hadley jumps back up ecstatic about what she KNOWS is going to happen.

Kris Cruise: Hadley has Cyncity is a tangled up situation here. Perhaps looking for that Tiger Feint Kick. Get up Cyn come onnn.

Herrera runs in the opposite direction towards the western ropes - she bounces her back off then runs back towards the downed (trapped in ropes) Cyn. Once there Hadley uses the top and second ropes to slide herself through - spinning her body to a point where her legs collide with the face of Cyn! This sends Cyn stumbling back - she falls on her backside. Hadley gets back into the ring. She runs forward taking Cyn down with a clothesline - she then takes her down with another before Irish Whipping her into the north eastern turnbuckle! Cyn drops down to her bottom there. Once again Cyncity is in position for Hadley to try something big to aid her in winning the match!

Stephy Auger: Let’s go Hadley put this one to BED!

Hadley charges forward looking to deliver her Safety Strap! Cyn gets up before Hadley can make contact - the former Goldrush Rumble Ironwoman shows why she is deemed a survivor by pushing her boot right into the mid-section of Hadley. Cyn then wraps her arm under the chin of Hadley - driving her face right into the second turnbuckle!!! Impact is heard all throughout the Convention Center!

Stephy Auger: Ouch! Oh man that HAS to hurt…

Cyncity pushes Hadley back down again then hooks both legs this time stacking Herrera up!

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THRE-NOPE!

Right as the referee’s hand goes down for the three count Hadley reaches her hand out - she grabs hold of the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Ring awareness by Hadley after Cyncity caught her with the Snapmare driver into the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Hmmmmmmmm ring awareness or plain luck?!

Cyncity gets Hadley up to a point where her back is pressed against the turnbuckle. Hadley knows she is in danger so she takes a swing connecting with a right to the face of Cyn. This motivates Cyn to take a swing back at Hadley. The two women trade jabs at one another. Hadley shows great athleticism by breaking off the trade of blows to leap up in the air - wrapping her legs around the neck of Cyncity!

Kris Cruise: Looks like Hadley is going for a hurricanrana…

As Hadley pulls back with the goal of flipping Cyncity - Cyn holds onto the top rope with her left hand allowing Hadley to fall alone to the canvas! Cyn then plants a HARD stomp onto the shin of Herrera!

Stephy Auger: Why did Cyn have to stop it though? It was going to be great.

Kris Cruise: Are you trying to tell me you think a hurricanrana is impressive but not Emphatic Whispers??!?!?!?!

Cyncity rolls Hadley to a perfect distance. She then walks to the turnbuckle - trying to pull herself to the second turnbuckle. Hadley gets up just in time leaping up to SPLASH Cyncity back down! Cyn’s back is still pressed against the turnbuckle. Hadley runs all the way to the opposite turnbuckle then charges forward hitting Cyncity with a second corner SPLASH! Cyn falls down on her stomach. Hadley goes for the pin!

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NO!

It’s still not enough to get the win. Herrera yells out “IT’S OVER!” Before she walks over to the same turnbuckle climbing to the top of it.

Kris Cruise: We know where this one’s going…

Stephy Auger: Yeah baby she’s souping Cyn up to swallow the pill!

Hadley jumps off the top flipping forward indeed going to land SWALLOW THE PILL (450 splash)!! Cyncity gets her knees up though causing Hadley to drop right down on them!

Stephy Auger: WHAT?

Cyncity pushed Hadley on her back then proceeded to lock in the SOFT PRETZEL TWIST (Spider Twist)!!! Hadley tries to hold on while Cyn has her signature submission locked in!

Stephy Auger: Dang it! She’s got it locked in….

A few moments pass before Hadley realizes she has to TAP OUT!!! She slaps the canvas - the referee calls for the bell as “Dam Dadi Do” floods the Convention Center!

J. A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner as a result of a submission…...CYNNNCITYYYYY!

Kris Cruise: Impressive comeback win for Cyn! A momentum builder.

The referee rises “Ms. No DVD Tapings Off” Cyncity’s hand up high as she celebrates her first singles victory since returning on the Frontier Grappling Arts scene.

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Cyncity remains in the ring, celebrating her victory as a small section of the fans here in Ocean City give her the praise that she seeks. There's an equal amount of boos, however, those still salty over Cyn's past antics.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity doesn't look to have lost a step since she last stepped into an FGA ring, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: She's a natural, that's for sure. An impressive victory over Hadley Herrera tonight, but I don't think this'll be the last time these two...wait, what's going on?

The music cuts out suddenly as Cyncity looks on in confusion. Suddenly, the familiar guitar intro to 'Low Self Opinion' by The Rollins Band bellows throughout the convention center! A collective gasp can be heard from the crowd as they, and Cyncity, look to the aisleway in anticipation.

Kris Cruise: Could it be?!

Sure enough, 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain, dressed in his leather jacket and jeans. His bright blonde fauxhawk standing upright down the middle of his head, just like always. The crowd begin to boo, but Harter pays them no mind. His gaze is fixed on the woman standing alone in the ring.

Stephy Auger: Dom Harter is here! He's here in Ocean City!

Kris Cruise: Has it been ninety days already?!

Stephy Auger: I can't believe it, Kris. I don't think Cyncity can either!

Standing, mouth agape, Cyncity grabs holds of the top rope as she stares in utter disbelief towards the top of the aisle. The man she eliminated from the Gold Rush Rumble all those months ago is standing there, staring at her.

Kris Cruise: Run, Cindy, run!

But Harter doesn't take a step towards the ring. Instead, he keeps his distance. The boos continue to rain down, growing even stronger as he raises one hand and makes the cut-throat gesture towards Cyncity, before turning back to head through the curtain. 'Low Self Opinion' still playing as Harter disappears backstage, and Cyncity appears to finally breathe a sigh of relief. The confusion evident on her face as she exits the ring, heading backstage slowly as she goes.

Kris Cruise: What just happened, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: Dom Harter is back, but I was expecting him to attack her!

Kris Cruise: After all that Cyncity has been talking about over recent weeks, I felt that she might be in trouble when Harter appeared.

Stephy Auger: But now Cindy knows he's here, and he means business. The question is, what'll happen next?

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUALIFYING MATCH
Sean Sands vs. Luke Jackson

Luke comes out with a huge smile on his face basking in the glory of wrestling. He has a black wife beater on and backwards Oakland As' cap on. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match! Introducing first, from Oakland, California! Weighing in at 165 pounds! He is LUKE “THE KID” JACKSON!

Kris Cruise: Luke Jackson comes into this match as a huge underdog and he knows it.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, there have been some reports that Luke has doubted himself going into this match. But this has the potential to be the biggest match of his career. If he defeats a guy like Sean Sands to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup, then the sky’s the limit. He’s got everything to gain and nothing to lose here.

"Burn Brighter" by Landsdowne plays as Sean Sands steps out from behind the curtain, a smile on his face. He points out at the audience as they cheer for him and nods his head before beginning his walk down the ramp towards the ring. Halfway down the ramp, Sean begins slapping hands with some of the fans and even signs an autograph or two. When he reaches ringside, Sean nods his head as he stares out at the audience again, before heading over towards the steel steps and quickly scaling them until he reaches the apron.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio! Weighing in at 220 pounds… SEAN SANDS!

Sean slowly walks on the apron, looking at the audience still, before finally turning his attention to everyone in the ring. He quickly pulls on the top rope and hops over them before landing on his feet. Sean quickly climbs to the nearest corner on the middle turnbuckle before pointing out at the fans holding signs in support for him. Once he hops off, Sands heads to his corner and gets ready for his match.

Kris Cruise: Sands heads into this one knowing that this could very well lead to his last chance at an FGA World Championship Match. He lost in the Fatal 4-Way back at A New Odyssey. He also failed to win the Gold Rush Rumble. The pressure is all on Sands here.

Stephy Auger: Sands wants to redeem himself and what he feels like was an unimpressive reign when he was champion a little over two years ago. But as you mentioned, he had his chances to either get a title shot or outright win it throughout this year. In both instances, he failed. If he fails yet again tonight, the door could shut in his face forever.

The bell sounds as Sands and Jackson shake hands to start off the match. After the two circle the ring, they head towards the center of the ring and lock up. Jackson quickly gains the advantage by placing Sands in a side headlock. But Sands is quick to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock. Sands goes to apply further pressure, but Jackson leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. But Sands reaches back, grabs Jackson with his free hand and brings him down with a snapmare takeover. As Jackson is seated on the canvas, Sands follows up with a hard kick to the back, causing Jackson to roll away from him.

Kris Cruise: Sands got the better of Jackson there.

Stephy Auger: Sands was a well decorated collegiate grappler. Jackson may have youth and speed on his side. But Sands’ got a ton of experience and we’re seeing him use that experience to best Jackson.

Jackson looks over at Sands as he holds his back. After getting back to his feet, Jackson circles Sands before making a beeline towards him. The two then lock up again. After an initial struggle, it’s Sands that gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Jackson is quick to shove Sands off of him and into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he knocks Jackson down with a running shoulder block. As Jackson gets back to his feet, Sands takes off into another set of ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Jackson down with another shoulder block. Sands then runs into another set of ropes as Jackson gets back to his feet. When Sands comes back, Jackson leapfrogs over him. But Sands then immediately puts on the breaks. When Jackson turns around, Sands knocks him down with a dropkick. When Jackson gets back up, Sands knocks him down with another dropkick. When Jackson returns to a vertical base, Sands throws out a third dropkick. But Jackson side steps and swats him down. As Sands tries to get back up, Jackson nails him with a kick to the ribs, knocking him over onto his back. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

After picking up Sands, Jackson whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Jackson goes for a hip toss. But Sands blocks. So Jackson tries to muscle him up again for a hip toss. But Sands blocks the second attempt as well. So Jackson hits him in the mid section, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Sands’ neck, Jackson performs a backflip. Once he lands on his feet, he brings down Sands with an arm drag takedown. As Sands gets up, Jackson runs over at Sands. But Sands throws him down with an arm drag of his own. Jackson returns to his feet, but Sands brings him back down with another arm drag. As Jackson gets back up, Sands grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Jackson reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Jackson goes for a hip toss. But Sands steps through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. As Jackson tries to get up, Sands runs over and connects with a running knee lift, sending Jackson stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Jackson uses the ropes to pull himself up on the apron, Sands runs into the corner and goes for a springboard dropkick. But Jackson ducks. Once Sands returns to his feet, Jackson nails him with a shoulder thrust, doubling him over. He then performs a sunset flip.

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Sands kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Despite being outmaneuvered by Sands for a large part of this match, Jackson has been able to get a couple of near falls.

After both grapplers get back to their feet, Jackson places Sands in a side headlock. But Sands is quick to shove Jackson off of him and into the ropes. When Jackson comes back, he knocks down Sands with a shoulder block. But Sands kips back up, garnering cheers from the crowd. So Jackson takes off into another set of ropes. When Jackson comes back, he knocks down Sands with another shoulder block. But Sands kips right back up. Annoyed, Jackson then runs into another set of ropes. When Jackson comes back, Sands leap frogs over him. Jackson then continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Sands down with another shoulder block. After Sands kips back up, Jackson knocks him down with a step up enzuigiri. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Sands try to show up Jackson there and ended up paying for it.

Jackson picks up Sands, lifts him up from behind and delivers an atomic drop, followed by a dropkick, sending Sands stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Sands gets up on the outside, Jackson takes off into the ropes. When Sands turns around, Jackson runs forward and hurls himself through the ropes, knocking down Sands with a suicide dive. Cheers can be heard throughout the crowd as Sands lays sprawled on the floor.

After Jackson gets back up to his feet, he heads over towards the ring before climbing up onto the apron. He then looks behind him to check Sands. As Sands gets back to his feet and turns around, Jackson connects with an Asai Moonsault, knocking him down to another chorus of cheers.

Stephy Auger: Jackson is throwing everything he can at Sands to keep him down. But will it be enough?

Jackson picks up Sands and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Jackson picks up Sands and sets him up for a bulldog. But Sands shoves Jackson off of him and into the ropes. When Jackson comes back, Sands throws out a bicycle kick. But Jackson catches his foot. After spinning Sands around, Jackson kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a DDT. He makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Jackson picks up Sands and whips him into the corner. From there, he runs across the ring and connects with The Oakland Drive By. After bringing Sands from out of the corner, Jackson delivers a vertical suplex. He then heads back into the corner, springboards to the top rope and delivers the Crazy Moonsault. The crowd cheers as Jackson hooks the leg.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How close was that one?

Stephy Auger: Too close for Sands’ liking, I’d guess.

Jackson picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he slides through Jackson’s legs. When Jackson turns around, Sands gets up and throws out a kick. Jackson catches his foot, but Sands is quick to counters with an enzuigiri.

After both men get back up, Sands runs over and knocks him down with a bionic elbow. Jackson gets back up, but Sands knocks him down with another bionic elbow to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Jackson gets back to his feet. When Jackson comes back, Sands knocks him down with the Sands Kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Jackson gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Sands connected with the Sands Kick. But it wasn’t enough for the three count.

After picking up Jackson and delivering a forearm strike, Sands turns around, runs towards the ropes and goes for a handspring back elbow. But Jackson knocks him down from behind with a clothesline. He then turns Sands over and makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Jackson picks up Sands and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Jackson comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Sands ducks and runs into the ropes. After Jackson puts on the brakes and turns around, he turns into the Lip Buster. The crowd cheers as Sands makes the cover.

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Jackson gets his shoulder up.

As Sands picks up Jackson, Jackson quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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Sands kicks out.

After both men get up, Jackson runs at Sands, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

After both men get up, Sands throws out a roundhouse kick. But Jackson ducks and counters with an O’Connor Roll.

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Jackson bridges back into a prawn hold
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Sands gets his shoulder up.

After both men get up, Sands throws out a punch. But Jackson ducks, hooks his arms from behind and brings him down with a back slide.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Jackson with another nearfall!

Stephy Auger: You can see just how badly he wants it!

As both men get up, Sands quickly leaps up and plants him with Face Meets Mat. The crowd cheers as Jackson lays face down on the canvas. He then picks up Jackson, leaps up from behind and delivers the Sand Attack to an explosion of cheers. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Burn Brighter” blasts over the PA as the crowd continues to cheer on Sands.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SEAN SANDS!

Sands gets his arm raised as the crowd shows it’s support.

Kris Cruise: Sands picks up the victory, earning himself a spot in the Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup.

Stephy Auger: Congratulations to Sands, but it only gets tougher from here. Hats off to Luke Jackson, though. I know a lot of people counted him out. But he fought with fire out there tonight and nearly had this match won.