Vertigo (11.28.15)

[FGA Office]

Grand Ballroom at the Manhattan Center
New York City, NY

The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, capturing the attention of all the fans in the crowd. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, preparing for the man that’s about to walk out. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to boo, jeer and heckle loudly. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it. Chandler grins from ear to ear upon being hit with the intense reaction from the crowd. But instead of letting the fans get him riled up, he simply holds his arms out and turns his back to the camera. He then turns to face the camera and puckers his lips at a booing fan. Chandler turns his attention towards the ring as he thrusts his arm in the air, resulting in another round of loud boos from the crowd.

Chandler keeps his index finger in the air, letting everyone know who is truly "number one” around this joint. While he keeps his right hand in the air, his left hand points to the World Championship around his waist. He keeps a smug look planted on his face as he swaggers down to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler wipes his feet, steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the second ropes and slowly raises his fists in the air as he absorbs the crowd's disdain for him. After stepping down to the canvas, he can be seen motioning for a microphone. After J.A. Aldridge extends the mic, Chandler reaches through the ropes and takes it from him. As the music dies, Chandler brings the mic towards his mouth. But the crowd’s booing quickly drowns him out.

Chandler Scott: … and still…

(Chandler lowers the mic as the wave of boos once again washes over everything he’s saying.)

Chandler Scott: … and sti-

(Chandler lowers his head while he taps his foot impatiently. The crowd has once again drowned him out. But Chandler smirks as he knows of a way to finally get through. He unbuckles the FGA World Championship belt from around his waist and raises it in the air.)

Chandler Scott: … and STILL your World Champion, Chandler freaking Scott!

(Chandler smiles as the crowd is vehemently against him at this point.)

Chandler Scott: … Aw, I love you guys, too.

(The World Champion is hit with another downpour of boos. Chandler hold his hand over his heart before pointing to several members of the crowd. But amongst the boos, jeers and heckling is a “CHANDLER SUCKS!” chant. The chant gets louder and louder as it begins to pick up steam. Soon, every fan inside the Grand Ballroom is shouting “CHANDLER SUCKS!” at the top of their lungs. Meanwhile, Chandler walks across the ring, leans against the ropes and folds his arms. As the boos continue, Chandler looks down at his watch, appearing to be unimpressed.)

Chandler Scott: … are you done?

(The boos continue. But after a good 10-15 seconds, they begin to quiet down towards a more manageable level. Once this happens, Chandler makes his way off the ropes and heads towards the center of the ring.)

Chandler Scott: Well surprise, surprise, Chandler Scott puts another win in the bag. How disappointed you must be that this championship is still on my shoulder. How desperate you must have been that some of you would rather have Tony Carmine, of all people, representing this company than yours truly. I know the sight of me with this belt makes you sick. I know that it must frustrate you to no end seeing all of your favorites being denied this championship. You people continue to pray and pray and pray on my downfall. But your prayers have clearly fallen on deaf ears because I’m still standing, I’ve still got the gold and I still reign supreme.

(Another series of boos hit the World Champion)

Chandler Scott: Tony Carmine…

(The mention of The Scandalous One immediately puts the crowd in a foul mood.)

Chandler Scott: Tony, you gave me one hell of a fight. You gave me the type of fight that I expected you to give me. You went out there and gave it your all. You didn’t just want to win this World Championship. You wanted to make history. And when the chance to make history is on the line, then you hold nothing back. You give it your all. You throw out everything in your arsenal in the hopes of making history. And as someone that has made his fair share of history in recent years, I can relate. I don’t blame you for being relentless in that ring. I would be disappointed if you weren't. I don’t blame you for literally being out for blood and busting me wide open. I don’t even blame you for lusting after this championship. Because if you aren’t in this business to one day hold this championship, then you’re doing it wrong. What I do blame you for is letting your lust turn to envy. What I blame you for is letting your desire to become World Champion ruin what we had.

It was no secret that you and I were the most talented members of the Frats. That’s no disrespect to Seth Lawless or Joshua Black. But the facts are the facts. We were the best by a country mile, just like we’re still the top two champions in FGA. That match could have been fought under much different circumstances. Win, lose or draw, I would have shook your hand and been proud of what we created in that ring. And you know what? I’m still proud of the match because you’d be hard pressed to find another match on that card that could match our intensity in that main event. But you didn’t get a handshake from me. You didn’t get a pat on the back from me. You didn’t even get a head nod from me. And why? Why? Because you stabbed the back.

There was nothing wrong with you being my right hand man. There was nothing wrong with just staying the course and continuing to play your position. You had arguably the best seat in this company next to me. You could have continued to sit on my lap and been given the game. I could have continued to drop jewels so that when your time did come and you finally dethroned me, you’d take that ball, run with it and become an even greater champion than I was. But you didn’t want to do that, did you? No, instead of letting the game come to you, you forced your hand, just like you forced that knife into my back. The only thing worse than what you did that night was knowing that Cindy Parker stood right there and couldn’t be bothered to help me, her “friend”. But that’s okay. She’ll pay for her inactions in due time, just like you paid for your actions at the Four Year Anniversary Show.

(The crowd begins to boo as Chandler hints at having beef with Cyncity.)

Chandler Scott: Tony, you’re a fine champion. A damn good champion. But you have much to learn when it comes to winning this belt and becoming World Champion. I could have shown you the way. I could have laid out the blueprint. But you and your selfishness ruined that. So now, you’re on your own. Good luck. Because the competition from here on out is only going to get stiffer. The gap in talent is only going to shrink. And the amount of people that want to see you fail is only going to multiply. Have fun fending them off yourself.

So now with Tony out of the way, that’s yet another successful championship defense for yours truly. And as I look at the men and women I’ve defended this title against… as I looked at the men and women that I’ve bested in this ring over the past year, I quickly realize that I’ve done it all. Every star, every champion, every name of note in this company over the past year, I’ve essentially beaten. And I don’t say this to run this roster down. I don’t say this to insinuate that this roster sucks because as I look at all those wrestlers back there, I know that they’re pound for pound the best collection of talent in this business today. But for as good as they are, I’m just that much better. It’s the reason why I’ve continued to best them in the ring. It’s the reason why after 274 days, I’m still the World Champion. And if I have my way, I’ll still be champion after another 274 days. I don’t care if you’re Zero McHannon, Cyncity or even Annie Zellor, there isn’t a man, woman or child on this roster that can take this away from me and at Final Frontier, I’ll drive that point home yet again.

(“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers as the fans do their best to blow the roof off the building. The beat slows down to a complete stop before picking right up again, going right into the chorus, a bright light hitting the top of the ramp as people are fully expecting and waiting for Zero McHannon to step through the curtain, but instead it’s his manager, Gambino who dances his way out onto the rampway. He gives a little jig to the music before lowering his cap and raising the microphone to his lips.)

Gambino: HOOOOOOOOES AND HOEEEEEETTTES! Sorry Chandler, I’d let ya go on all day homie, but we gotta get the ball rollin’ in this bitch if ya know what I’m sayin’.

(He clears his throat and grins, the crowd dialed into what Gambino had to say.)

Gambino: Let me introduce to ya’ll the man who put on a clinic at the Four Year Anniversary Show. In case ya been under a rock for the last month, he stepped in that ring and not only put people down for the one, two, three, but the four, five, six as well. A NUMBA ONE CONTENDER WHO WILL MAKE YALL PROUD! He slayed the demon inside that psycho, Jimmy Page. He went and there and whooped Noelle, and probably woulda whooped her sisters too. And what do we have to look forward to now? The future of F….G…..A. Finally. Givin’. Asswhoopins. There’s a reason my client is the numba one contender right now and it ain’t cause he’s gonna just walk into this match at Final Frontier and lay down like most of ya’ll to this man.

(Beeno points to Chandler Scott in the middle of the ring.)

Gambino: My dude is known for takin’ titles and makin’ them into a somethin’ little more special. He is known for eatin’ world champions like a pack of skittles. Zbreh is KNOWN FOR STEPPIN’ UP TO THE PLATE WHEN SHIT IS GETTIN’ HOT! And goddamn, ain’t it hotter than ever right now? Six months… SIX DAMN MONTHS and that’s all it took for my client to get into the position that he’s in right now. Some of ya’ll been chasin’ a world title match for years. My dude? Six months. Beat that inside ya’lls head as he passed over Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship… the Pride Championship… He had a one way ticket into gettin’ this match and he grabbed it by the balls, ‘cause that’s what the best do. They find a way. Since Above and Beyond, my client has literally went above and beyond. You can’t deny the best when they deserve a spot like this and there ain’t no denyin’ that my dude, Zbreh, deserves this after what he has pulled off his last few matches. But he ain’t want me out here talkin’ him up the whole time ‘bout how great he is and how he ain’t gonna be like some of the other fools who let Chandler Scott bulldoze over ‘em cause he wants me to point out somethin’ that’s much more important than all of that.

He wants to give ya’ll a champ to finally be proud of. One that ya’ll ain’t gotta hate and boo the shit out of every time he comes out here to stroke his ego. He’s tired of ya’ll bein’ forced to eat this stale ass bread. He wants to give ya’ll somethin’ new to cheer ‘bout… somethin’ fresh. Somethin’ to be happy ‘bout and a champ to be proud of. He wants to do more than be a world champ. He wants to be the dude who makes some more history for himself. Because that’s what dudes like Chandler Scott and Zero McHannon give ya… history. So allow me to introduce the man who been goin’ grocery shoppin’, ready to empty the leftovers and that nine month shit in the back of ya fridge that ya bein’ forced to eat……. ZEROOOOOOOOO NOSHITSGIVEN MCHANNNNNONNNNNNNNNNN!

(“This Means War” picks right back up where it left off as Zero McHannon ushers through the curtain to an ovation from the fans, slowly making his way past Gambino and down the rampway, never taking his eyes off the FGA World Champion in the middle of the ring. Gambino is holding out the microphone as Zero takes it, but lets his arm drop to his side as he reaches out his other hand to let the fans with front row tickets reach out and touch him.

McHannon stops in front of the ring with a face as solid as stone. He hops up on the apron, stepping through the middle rope, and proudly wearing an FGA shirt that says “Finest Grapplers Around” with his jeans. McHannon runs a hand down his beard, then finally takes his eyes off Chandler to walk to one side of the ring, hanging over and yelling at the fans, but is easily cheered over, then does the same at the other side of the ring. He paces the ring some before stopping, raising the mic to his lips, and slowly turning his head towards Chandler.)

Zero McHannon: That’s funny what you had to say about Cindy Parker, Chandler. I don’t know if you’re trying to push the memory to the back of your head and bury it, but I remember not too long ago that she pushed you to every limit you had… and you didn’t get the job done against her. Final Frontier? I don’t plan on you getting the job done against me either.

(The fans explode as Zero smiles and looks around to the cheering crowd. He just nods his head for a moment to the sound of it before holding up a hand to his ear and addressing Scott.

Zero McHannon: You hear that? It’s not something that you’re used to, I know. You had a taste of it at the Four Year Anniversary Show against Tony Carmine, and how you couldn’t want more of that, I’ll never know. Some of these people actually cared about you keeping that title and not dropping it to an even more dirtball in Carmine, but that’s never good enough, is it? Granted, I know you don’t care what they think and that’s part of the reason you’re here… but I’m not Tony Carmine. Those people supporting you in your last title defense won’t be there to have your back when it comes to Final Frontier. You’re the one who makes it that way, no one else.

(Zero has to break off from his train of thought as someone in the front row begins to yell at the top of their lungs. A female with a baby bump, waving, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.)

FAN: MAKOOOOOO! MAKO MANCINI!

(McHannon turns his head to look at the female, but then turns back to Chandler, pretending that he didn’t hear anything and continues on.)

Zero McHannon: There’s a lot of reason why you’re STILLLLLLL the FGA World Champion, and we could touch on those points all day long. You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world, Chandler, no denying that at all. But you constantly drag down this company with your actions and words, that one veteran wrestler speaking to another. That title left Jimmy Page and landed right into your hands, and what did you do? You didn’t give the people who support this business something to be proud of, that much is for sure. You let it linger in that hell that Page put it in… and the worst part about all of that is that you don’t see it. These people hate whoever holds that title and it’s not because that title makes the holder into a demon… it’s because the person holding that title has always been a demon. It’s old news. It’s stagnant. It’s like walking out of a McDonalds because you didn’t like the menu, and walking right across the street to another McDonalds. You bring out the best in people, but you bring out the worst in yourself to do that. And it’s WORTH IT to you. Why wouldn’t it be? All you’ve been is successful by taking this road, so why fix something when it’s not broken?

But it is broken. Not “Johnny Cannon Record” broken, but it’s tainted goods all the same. The fans could’ve actually had what they wanted if Cordy Stevenson would’ve won that title. Or if this company actually decided to give Cindy Parker the chance she deserved. But no… it’s had to watch in fear as you faced people like Page, Karma, and Carmine, being caught up in who they actually want to see win.

(Zero points to the title that lays across Chandler’s shoulder.)

Zero McHannon: And you’re damn right… I want that title. I want that title more than anything in this world, because these type of matches are what makes you one of the greatest to walk in this business. Any person who says they don’t want to be the top champion is a liar, and I’m not going to lie to these people, just like you’re not going to. As I watch you downgrade, degrate, and talk yourself up…. I see what this company really needs. They need that good feeling to go home to for once in a very very long time. They need to quit feeling like this company is lost in some kind of limbo. And as much I want to give the fans this, I also want this for myself. Stepping into the ring and going up against the best in the world, pulling out something inside you to pick up that big win, and being known as the guy did something that others couldn’t… it’s special. This is what we all wrestle for, these moments. And I plan to show you what I’m made of and more. In person. Face to face. Just like the best in the world should do it.

(The female fan in the front row starts yelling at the top of her lungs again as Zero drops his arm to his side and gives a sideways glance.)

FAN: MAKO! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! WHY NOT TELL THESE PEOPLE WHO YOU REALLY ARE!?

(McHannon turns back towards Chandler and completely ignores it again. He gives the FGA World Champion a nod of respect and waits for his response.)

Chandler Scott: What a riveting speech, McHannon. Truly captivating stuff there. It’s also good to see that you still enjoy partaking in your favorite pastime: talking out of your ass. Because that’s the only explanation for what I just heard.

(The crowd boos at Chandler’s dig at Zero.)

Chandler Scott: I’ll let the Cindy dig slide. But I’m not going to stand here and let you portray yourself as the man that FGA needs. Bash me for my attitude all you want. But you know what? At least I’m honest. I never ran when the going got tough like SOME people. I never hid behind a fake identity like SOME people. And…

(Chandler notices the woman that’s screaming in the front row at Zero)

Chandler Scott: … and by the looks of things, I never ran from my responsibilities either… unlike SOME people.

(Chandler smirks as Zero isn’t amused at all by those accusations.)

Chandler Scott: And while I’m out here letting you know what’s what, all these fans can stick it. Oh yeah, oh yeah. They cheered me against Tony, just like they cheered for me against Jimmy Page. But from the very second I stepped through those curtains tonight, I was back to being persona non grata. And why? Because I back up every damn thing that I say? Because I’m so much better than people like you could ever me? Or maybe, just maybe it’s because I continue to deny your favorites the glory of holding this championship… just like I’m going to do to THIS guy at Final Frontier.

(Chandler points the mic direction in McHannon’s face.)

Chandler Scott: Oh all times to come out here and pull this stunt, you choose tonight. Of all nights, you chose tonight. The very same night that you and I are going to be in a tag team match. The very match where you and I are supposed to team up. I swore up and down that I’d have your back. I told the world that I respected you. But after receiving this blatant disrespect, maybe I won’t have your back. Maybe I’ll just leave you high and dry and let Whisker Biscuit do what they want you with.

(Chandler smirks as he pretends to ponder over his options.)

Chandler Scott: But where would the fun in that be? It’s just like I said a few days ago, McHannon. When I face you at Final Frontier, I want you to be at your very best. I want you to be at 100 percent or as close to it. And if that means I have to throw you on my back and carry you through this match, I’ll do it.

(A few cheers can be heard. But they’re quickly drowned out by the boos.)

Chandler Scott: And another thing, too. I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but you need to lower your tone. Like immediately. You see, this isn’t HKW. You don’t get to throw your weight around here. This is FGA. This is the house that Chandler Scott built. And if you keep pushing me… if you keep disrespecting me… it’s the house that I’ll gladly throw you out of. Now have I made myself clear?

(Chandler smirks as he tilts his head to the side. The crowd is at a fever pitch. They’re just about ready to see Zero knock Chandler’s lights out.)

Zero McHannon: Take your best shot, everyone else has, and I’m still here standing. I’m not disrespecting you, Chandler, I’m telling the truth, something that you should hold some respect in. You’re a hell of a wrestler, a hell of an opponent, and there’s nothing more than I want than this match against you… no one else. Because when it comes down it, it’s the best of the best that make magic happen. Just like that match against Lass that I first talked about when I showed up to FGA. You out of all people should respect me for coming out here and speaking my mind, because deep down you know it’s the facts. I don’t expect you to like it, but you will hear it.

(McHannon takes a sideways look at the crowd, then to the fan in the front row that was yelling his name.)

Zero McHannon: I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life, but unlike you, I own up to those problems and face them for what they’re worth. I don’t let my problems bring me down, because I’m human, something that you’ll never accept. And just like you, I’m not going to throw this match tonight because I know how to stay professional. Win or lose, I’ll still be here, fighting, and hungry for whatever opportunities I make for myself. Tonight we have to fight as a unit, you had the right thought there, but at Final Frontier? I don’t expect you to just respect me for what I’ve done in the past, or what I make of myself within a couple matches in this company… I want you face it firsthand. You know what I’m capable, you said so yourself, but you haven’t seen it, yet. I’ll prove it to you, because I don’t need my past to define the future for me. I make it for myself, like our FGA World Champion has done. I don’t need the locker room on my jock or beg for their approval… I make it for myself. Just like it should be, breaking history on your own, because once you win that world championship, everyone is gunning for you. A feeling you’re all too familiar with.

(Zero lowers the microphone as the fans start get behind him, but the woman in the front row finally loses her shit.)

FAN: ZERO MCHANNON IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD! HE GOT ME PREGNANT IN MOROCCO AND LEFT! JUST LIKE HE DID TO EVERYONE IN HERE WATCHING TONIGHT! DON’T LET THAT BASTARD FOOL YOU, IT’S WHO HE IS AND IT’S WHAT HE DOES! MAKO MANCINI IS MY BABY’S DAD!

(The fans grow a little silent as McHannon just turns his head towards the fan with a little pain in his eyes. He bites his lip before turning back to Chandler.)

Zero McHannon: And as you see… no one is perfect. Not me. Not you. At Final Frontier it will take perfection. Something that I can pull off. Something that I can make right… along with other things.

(He looks back to the woman he got pregnant, but doesn’t make any motions, slowly turning his head towards Chandler.)

Zero McHannon: So let the best man win.

(Zero extends a hand to Chandler out of pure respect. Scott sees McHannon take one last look at the championship on his title, Zero with his hand extended for several moments as the fans watch on to see what comes next. Chandler looks down at Zero’s hand… then back up at him… and simply brushes past him. The crowd boos as Chandler exits the ring and makes his way back up the aisle. Back in the ring, Zero finally lowers his hand as he just shakes his head. Gambino can be heard saying “I told you” as Zero turns back and faces Chandler.)

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts backstage to where Salem Cartier is seen pacing, hands on hips back and forth. She notices the camera and nods, motioning for the cameraman to come closer. Putting herself squarely in frame she looks into the camera.

Salem Cartier: Yeah okay, let's get right to it. Haven't had the greatest week or two going. Issues here, there and everywhere. Funny how when things shift into negative gear your mind starts spinning and going over everything, second guessing this or that.

She looks to the side with a sigh, running her hand through her hair.

Salem Cartier: For instance, at the 4 Year Anniversary show I get paired up with Camelia D. Magna, a bit of an oddball team on the surface right? I figured hey, she does have some talent... let's make the most of it. Sure enough, we win... and then she attacks me after our victory. Sore winner, is that it? What are you so upset about? Worried I showed you up, or simply that I got the pin? It's all a bit petty.

She taps her chin, thinking.

Salem Cartier: But then I recall, an interview time even before that... you had your little remarks about the clothes I wear, the witchy elements that make Salem... well, Salem. I could just brush that off, because it's just words right? But obviously those words had root into something deeper, something more nefarious on your mind even then.

She holds up an index finger as if a light bulb went off over her head.

Salem Cartier: A-ha! You know, I think I've got it. Let's go back in the time machine to my first night here. Who was I fighting? Camelia D. Magna. And who did I beat? Camelia D. Magna. So I could go over and over about why you attacked me at the Anniversary Show, but it's really simple right? You're either jealous or you don't respect me... or both. Either way, if your words turn into action... you better expect a not so equal and opposite reaction. How about on a grand stage, Cami? Oh... I dunno... say... Final Frontier? Come on girl, face me there. I'll gladly knock your head off one more time.

She starts to walk away but then steps back in.

Salem Cartier: And this time? After it's done, you won't be running your mouth or attacking me anymore without having flashbacks to Final Frontier when I stomp your butt but good. Because.... Payback is indeed... a Witch!

She winks and walks off.

[FGA Office]

Luke Jackson vs, Maurice Graham

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at 235lbs … MAURICE ‘THE MACHINE’ GRAHAM!

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

Kris Cruise:: There he is, Stephy, ‘The Machine’ and he’s ready to take on ‘The Kid’ Luke Jackson tonight.

Stephy Auger: Both of these men will be looking for a much needed win after recent results. This really is anybody’s match to win.

Kris Cruise:: And the tag match at the Anniversary Show, I think Luke Jackson will want to prove his doubters wrong tonight.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 165lbs … ‘THE KID’ LUKE JACKSON!

“Lose Yourself” by Eminem begins playing throughout the arena as 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. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring, before sliding in under the bottom rope.

The bell sounds as Maurice Graham immediately starts stomping at his opponent before Luke can even reach a vertical base. At ringside, Victoria is clapping to encourage him on as Maurice drags Luke back to his feet, only to promptly deliver a short arms clothesline that sends The Kid flipping head over heels!

Stephy Auger: Maurice Graham wasting no time in establishing himself here. And he looks determined to win.

Graham taunts the crowd, telling them ‘this one will be over before you know it’ as he stomps at Jackson again. The crowd booing all the while as The Machine wraps both hands around Luke’s throat and lifts him up to his feet. A quick toss sends Jackson back first into the corner. He charges in after him, but The Kid throws up a back elbow, catching Maurice on the jaw. The Machine staggers back a few steps, allowing Luke time to gather his thoughts. He catches Graham with a Manhattan drop before running back against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a spinning heel kick!

Kris Cruise:: What a shot by Luke Jackson there!

Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Maurice lunges forward with a clothesline. Luke easily ducks underneath it and counters with a mule kick. It’s enough to double over Maurice, giving Luke the chance to hit a running knee lift off the ropes. The Machine drops to the mat, but Luke keeps running, hitting the ropes again before coming in with a running shooting star press! And the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: Maurice Graham kicks out, but Victoria Sinclair doesn’t look pleased right now.

Jackson gets back to his feet and starts clapping as he circles the ring; the crowd rallying behind him as he waits for Maurice to get back to a vertical base. The Machine is slow to his feet, but makes it there as The Kid goes against the ropes again – only to be tripped by Victoria! The referee missed the interference, but the crowd aren’t best pleased with her. Luke leans over the top rope to give her a piece of his mind, but he just leaves himself open for the olympic slam!

And the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Luke kicks out!

Graham drags his opponent up to a seated position and applies a reverse chinlock. He yells out in frustration as Victoria tells him to wear Luke down further. The referee checks for a submission, but Luke isn’t giving up any time soon. He battles through the reverse chinlock, working his way up to a kneeling position as he fires off some elbows to the gut. But Maurice cuts him off with an elbow to the back of the neck. The Machine hits the ropes, coming back with a spinning neckbreaker! And down goes Jackson.

Kris Cruise:: Maurice Graham has an intimidating physical presence, and a good 70lbs on his opponent here. I wouldn’t want to be Luke Jackson right about now.

Stephy Auger: He has some obstacles to overcome if he wants a win tonight.

Maurice stomps at his prone foe once again, this time ending with a spinning sole rub against the face! The crowd boo heavily as Graham drags a flustered Luke Jackson back to his feet again. He positions himself behind The Kid, holding him in an inverted three quarter facelock, lifting Luke up for the reverse suplex – NO!

Kris Cruise:: What a counter!

Jackson counters in mid air, turning the move into a shiranui! The crowd cheer, but Victoria looks horrified as Maurice Graham is down on the mat. Luke head towards the corner, climbing to the top rope; the crowd urging him on, but Victoria has other ideas. She climbs up onto the apron, drawing Luke’s attention as Maurice gets back to his feet. He moves towards the corner, trying to catch The Kid by surprise. But Luke spots him coming and leaps with a cross body block! NO! Maurice catches him before dropping Luke across his knee with a sidebreaker, followed by a fallaway slam! And Graham makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Luke kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Tremendous strength from Maurice Graham there, but it’s not enough to get the win.

Now Maurice Graham is beginning to get frustrated. He paces back and forth across the ring as Luke stays down, holding his back in pain. After a moment, Maurice drags his opponent up to his feet and whips Luke towards the corner. He charges in after him, but this time Luke gets a boot up! Maurice staggers back as Luke runs at him, performing a tornado DDT, spiking The Machine head first into the canvas!

As both men are down, the cameras jump to the entry ramp to catch Yun Goeun shooting from the back like a bullet, she comes running down the ramp at full speed. Hearing the heavy footfalls coming, Victoria Sinclair turns to see what is coming only to be meet by a spear from Yun, that plants Victoria into the mats outside the ring in a thud. Yun starts throwing punches at Victoria who throws up her hands to defend.

Suddenly Yun is yanked off of Victoria by her own bodyguard, Joe Shamrock.

Yun Goeun: What the hell are you doing!?

Joe Shamrock: No, what the hell are YOU doing?

Before she can answer Victoria tackles Yun to the ground, and starts throwing her own punches at Yun. The referee in the ring stop watching the match and turns to see what is going on outside the ring as Victoria slams her fist into Yun a few times before being yanked off her by Joe Shamrock. Victoria shoves him off of her and goes to attack Yun who has already got back to her feet. The two just start exchanging blows at each other. Every time Yun punches Victoria, she counters with one of her own.

Joe Shamrock tries to separate the two, but is shoved away by both women. The referee now calls for assistance from the back as four more referees come running out. The two women just keep exchanging blows with each other even as their grabbed by referees and yanked apart.

Back in the ring, both competitors are slow back to their feet. Graham's attention is caught by the commotion of the outside. But Luke quickly turns him around, knocking him down with a punch to the face. The Kid hits the ropes as Maurice reaches one knee, allowing Luke to step up for The Oakland Drive By! The boot connecting as Maurice collapses in the middle to the ring. But Jackson isn’t done yet. He points towards the corner, drawing a cheer from the crowd. Luke leaps up to the top rope, posing for the fans, before flying through the air with a Crazy Moonsault! And a hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, Luke Jackson!

As the match ends in the ring, Victoria shakes free from the referees holding her back and goes rushing at Yun again, who starts throwing kicks now. The first kick she musters clips Victoria on the side of her head and stuns her, Yun uses that moment to jerk free from the referees and once again spears Victoria to the ground, throwing as many punches as she can before she is grabbed by two referees and Joe Shamrock and dragged off Victoria. More referees pour out from the back to separate the two as Maurice Graham in the ring finally grabs a microphone.

Maurice Graham: You know, I'm getting real tired of this, so what say we do this in the ring one more time, so I can finally give you the beating you deserve.

Yun shakes her self out of the grasp of the referees but throws her hands up to show she is not going to fight anymore. She instead grabs a microphone resting near the ring.

Yun Goeun: I've beaten you TWICE already, so obviously you are not going to be giving me any beating, I have no reason to even bother with you. I have nothing to prove to you! I want HER, I have no interest in you or beating you a THIRD time.

Maurice Graham: Fine, you may not have anything to prove but I do. So, you want Victoria? Then face me at Final Frontier, and if you can beat me... If you can beat me then you get your wish and you can fight her.

Graham points to Victoria, who suddenly looks VERY angry, she starts yelling things at Maurice in the ring, none of which the camera can pick up. Yun just smiles at this though.

Yun Goeun: Fine, if I have to beat you again to get my hands on her, so be it.

Yun drops the mic and just walks off, the referees keeping a blockade between her and Victoria just to be safe. As Yun leaves the ring side area, Victoria slides in the ring to continue her "conversation" with Maurice...

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: As I understand it, we’ve got Spencer Burke standing by with a very special guest… Spencer?

(The camera cuts backstage to reveal Spencer Burke standing in front of the ever iconic FGA Red Lion logo.)

Spencer Burke: Man, what a broadcast tonight! The action has been amazing, Evan! But, we mustn’t dilly nor dally for my guest at this time is none other than a former two-time PRIDE Champion, a participant in this year’s Dynamic Duo’s tournament, and the head trainer of the Lion’s Den Fighting Championship, Chris Bond!

(There is a small burst of applause as the camera pans to Spencer’s right to reveal Chris Bond. The Battle Hardened Veteran is not dressed to compete, as he’s dressed wearing a pair of jeans and an LDFC tee. His face is rugged, having yet to see a razor in the last few days. Bond offers a quick smirk as Spencer looks back at the camera.)

Spencer Burke: Chris, two weeks ago at the four year anniversary show, Luke Jackson and yourself lost a close contest to Cami Magna and Salem Cartier. Many people, Luke Jackson himself, have suggested that it was your fault your team lost that match. What do you have to say to those people?

(Bond looks down to Spencer and into the camera. His steely-blue eyes showing contempt for that question.)

Chris Bond: People make mistakes. Did I let my anger and irritation get the best of me? Yes. Yes I did. Do I owe Luke an apology? I do. I’ve been on my student’s case for not handling their business like adults, and then I go and pull something like that. You deserve better, Luke. So I’m sorry. I’m sorry for acting adolescent enough to cost us what would have otherwise been an easy victory.

(Bond drops his gaze from the camera and stands, waiting for Spencer’s next question. Spencer is surprised in Bond’s actions.)

Spencer Burke: Wow. Anyone who’s followed either you or Luke Jackson on Twitter has seen an escalation in your words over the last month or so. Would you care to comment on this?

(Bond looks back to Spencer.)

Chris Bond: Again, I have been all over my students to stop taking to Twitter to voice their displeasure and to just man up. Twitter wars have done nothing but feed a fire that doesn’t need to be fed. Luke and I have our differences. I have voiced my opinion to his face and he has brushed me off. Any comments I have about Luke Jackson will no longer be fed through the internet but will come directly from my mouth and be said to his face or into a camera.

(Spencer looks at him, getting the feeling that Bond is not a fan of the last couple of questions. Spencer clears his throat.)

Spencer Burke: Well, just moments ago Luke Jackson picked up the victory against Maurice Graham. And two weeks before your tag-team match, he also picked up a victory. The only difference in these two victories was his match with you. Would you like to address the speculation that you’re the reason for his loss? That you don’t exactly have the best win-loss record, and that perhaps, you’re the reason your team failed to gain the win. That it wasn’t an attitude problem, but it was you? Many people all over the internet, including some of your fellow wrestlers, have suggested that you are the least likely candidate to be teaching this next generation of students. That your past battles with alcohol and pain pills, along with your lackluster—to say the least—career since winning those two PRIDE Championships is nothing to write home about. What do you have to say to these people who continuously question your character, your ability, and your overall reason for being here in the FGA and running the LDFC?

(Bond’s eyes are lit with anger and irritation and rage. Spencer’s line of questioning has certainly caused Bond to react in a way he hasn’t in some time. His right hand is clenched in a fit of rage.)

Chris Bond: You’ve got some nerve, Burke. SOME NERVE. I didn’t come here to have my character questioned or my career assaulted. People who have a problem with me can come say it to my face. If they’ve got jokes, they know where to find me. These cowards hiding behind Twitter just about make me sick. Yes, my win-loss record is very unimpressive. Yes, my career as of late has been lackluster to say the least. But there is not a single goddamn soul who believes in the FGA more than I do. I bleed FGA Red. I don’t wrestle for three other promotions, globe-trotting this business. This business isn’t just about winning and losing. People like Tony Carmine might think that the way to the top is by stabbing your friends in the back. People like Luke Jackson might believe that winning is the only thing that matters. But this business is built upon character, and if you’re a coward, or someone who is so unreliable that nobody will take a chance on you, well then who the hell should believe in you? I owe my livelihood to this company, because they saw something in me to give me more than my fair share of second chances. They have helped me through one of the toughest moments in my life. I owe everything to the FGA… I am the very epitome of #FGAProud, and to have you stand there and say what you just did to me… if I were anyone else Spencer, I would have knocked your teeth down your throat. The next time you want to ask me questions, don’t. Because I can’t guarantee that I’ll be nice enough to not knock your block off.

(Bond’s face is flushed with rage as he storms off. Burke stands there, face pale with fear as he swallows down something—possibly fear, possibly vomit. Burke stammers to find any words as the camera slowly fades back to ringside.)

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The show comes back from commercial to the backstage area, where the members of the #sparklebuddies, Annie Zellor and Laurel Anne Hardy, are stood in their locker room. Annie is ready dressed in her plaid top and jean shorts, all set to face Noelle later tonight, while Laurel is dressed in regular (by Laurel standards) street clothes.

Annie Zellor: I just want this night to be over already…

Laurel Anne Hardy: I know, hun, but it’ll be over soon. You just gotta face Noelle, then you can close this chapter.

Annie Zellor: Then we can focus on Final Frontier and the two out of three falls match against Whiskey Dex.

She says, cracking her first smile of the night; Annie is particularly looking forward to the title match at Final Frontier in two weeks time because she believes that this time the #sparklebuddies will finally get the upper hand over their rivals. Laurel smiles back - although one might detect a hint of it being slightly forced - as she rustles Annie’s hair with one hand.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Aye, it’s gonna be another masterwork.

Annie Zellor: And we finally get to settle it after what happened at Above & Beyond…

Whiskey Ayano: You mean-u, when you thought you had won these titles…

The camera zooms out slightly to catch the whole shot as the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Whiskey Ayano and Dexter Jacobs walk into the locker room. They’re both dressed ready to wrestle in tonight’s main event against FGA World Champion, Chandler Scott and his number one contender, Zero McHannon. But their demeanors at this moment are just as icy as you’d expect.

Dexter Jacobs: An’ your announcers damn near called y’all the new champs.

Annie Zellor: It was an honest mistake!

The champions look at each other and shake their heads.

Dexter Jacobs: Ain’t nothin’ but the same disrespect we seen ever since we stepped into an FGA ring.

Annie Zellor: i dunno why you keep saying that, Dexter, we’ve never disrespected you…

Dexter Jacobs: Oh, ‘course not. Save for basically spittin’ in our faces, goin’ out an’ addin’ an extra team t’ your rematch. Save for, after we came out that rematch, you goin’ outta your way on TV t’ act like losin’ t’ us was some kinda fluke the lord done brought down on the poor Sparklebuddies t’ teach ‘em a lesson. Nah. Nothin’ disrespectful ‘bout that in the slightest, right?

Annie looks slightly perturbed by the accusations; most of that was down to inexperience, but she can see how some of it may be taken as a sign of disrespect.

Whiskey Ayano: Annie-chan, Whiskey is-u willing to give you and-u Laurel-chan all the credit in the world for the fight you gave, and nobody was happy with-u how are last match went… but-u between whatever it is that’s been going on in your head, if it’s because of Crimson Baroness or Dom-kun’s kicking your dog, it-u needs to stop. The passive-aggressive shots, aided of-u course by FGA’s announce team basically shitting the bed-u and making Dex-kun and Whiskey look like the luckiest group of doofuses on the show… it’s off… you’re off… and-u what-

Laurel looks uncomfortable as she sees two of her friends seemingly squaring up; Whiskey and Annie move closer to one another as the champion continues her tirade.

Whiskey Ayano: - what the fuck is-u with your behavior to Noe-chan, she’s madder’n Hell at you... and then there’s your accusations against us-u, because what!? We saved Noe-chan from her evil clones and the chair!

Annie Zellor: I’m just saying it seems kinda suspicious that--

Dexter Jacobs: Suspicious? Suspicious, tryin’ t’ have a friend’s back? Ain’t nothin’ suspicious ‘bout it, ask me. An’ even if it were...seems t’ me, there’s a whole lot ‘bout this that ain’t any of your Goddamn concern. But that ain’t stopped ya from poppin’ off ‘bout it. Disrespect, Annie. That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.

Annie Zellor: But you guys weren’t even supposed to be there at that show! And you come down talking about being able to tell the real Noel--

Whiskey Ayano: Whiskey sees three people at-u a time anyways… it’s called being drunk.

Laurel’s getting visibly more upset by the whole situation. She pinches the bridge of her nose and grits her teeth.

Annie Zellor: But if you guys were able to tell the real Noelle then why couldn’t you tell it was Ruby in the ring before then? ‘Cause that seems kinda strange.

Dexter Jacobs: You know what seems kinda strange? When two folks start beatin’ the livin’ Hell outta ‘nother one, an’ two people...Meanin’, us...React. On instinct, knowin’ somethin’ ain’t right….That all you give a damn ‘bout, Annie, is tryin’ t’ find some kinda conspiracy. Rather than givin’ a rat’s ass ‘bout what was actually done, rather ‘n doin’ anythin’ t’ help, you wanna sit there, an’ point fingers. ‘Bout somethin’, that don’t mean a DAMN when it comes down t’ it, ‘cause the issue I got---the issue WE got...it don’t have a damn thing t’ do with the Smith sisters. It’s got t’ do, With this casual disrespect you been flippin’ in our faces since the second we BEAT you for these here championships. It’s got t’ do with the fact that nobody in this damn company has shown the only tag team that ain’t been beat...not by YOU two, not by ANYBODY...the respect they deserve. It has t’ do, with provin’ beyond a shadow of a doubt that this pattern of disrespect ain’t gonna be tolerated, an’ if that means I gotta stop playin’ nice with lil Annie Zellor an’ her pal Laurel, then so fuckin’ be it. I’m DONE, Annie. Done bein’ disrespected. By you. An’ everybody else. An’ I sure as Hell ain’t in the mood t’ play this cat an’ mouse bullshit any longer. Far as I’m concerned, ‘less you got anythin’ else on your mind, we are done with the talkin’.

Annie Zellor: You call this playing nice?! Like, I know I’ve made some mistakes in inviting Hallyu Generation into that match, but you two have got something stuck in your craw and it’s, like, deeper than you’re letting on. But if this is you playing nice then I guess it’s a step up from being dropped on the ring steps…

Annie instantly regrets letting that barb slip, but the stern expression remains on her face as she glares up at Dexter Jacobs. who looks legitimately stung by that, the look on his face contorting from pure annoyance to a blend of anger and genuine hurt, fists clenching in a moment of angry, sullen silence before Whiskey pipes in, taking a cautionary...but also somewhat threatening step between Annie and her partner.

Whiskey Ayano: Annie Zellor…

There’s an odd mute tone in her voice, flat and even as her face remains neutral. It’s a look that not many have seen on the Deep-South Dragon’s face since her days being managed by Orue Destrega. Laurel takes a step back and bows her head, and starts massaging her temples.

Whiskey Ayano: … don’t-u act like you’re a friend-u to Whiskey… or Dex-kun. Your suspicions about Noe-chan and us are simply none-u of your fucking business. What-u happens when we’re across from each other is-u simply going to be professional on Whiskey’s part, but after that? We’re strangers. Is-u that clear?

That last statement isn’t enunciated like a question, Whiskey continues to stare expressionless at the young woman. Annie glares up at Whiskey, not saying a thing; she had enough trouble with the distress she caused Noelle, now she’s gone and pissed off two more of her friends.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh. My God.

As the others turn to look at her, Laurel starts waving her arms around in vague and fruitless but very blatantly angry motions.

Laurel Anne Hardy: An’ people wonder why I keep sayin’ this shit’d be better off without titles.

Whiskey Ayano: Right now Laurel-chan… Whiskey couldn’t care about-u this…

She takes the belt off from her shoulder and simply drops it on the floor, eyes never leaving Annie.

Whiskey Ayano: … Whiskey has-u lost belts before. Lost them-u to people she absolutely despises. What this is-u right now? Whiskey doesn’t have the words for it-u

Laurel shakes her head.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Jesus… no. No. You know what?

She takes a step back, looking ready to spit nails.

Laurel Anne Hardy: You guys wanna do it this way? Then you’re doin’ it without me. I ain’t gettin’ in the ring with friends on all sides who wanna kill each other. I’m done. I’m out.

She barges past all three of them, heading for the door.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I ain’t about to risk losin’ some of my best friends over goddamn motherfucking wrestling bullshit.

She throws the door open and storms through, then slams it behind herself so hard it bounces on its hinge. The look of abject horror on Annie’s face speaks volumes as she watches her best friend leave the room; the realization of the effect her words have had dawning on the youngster as she barges past Whiskey and Dexter, shouting out.

Annie Zellor: Laurel! Wait!

Whiskey keeps facing forward as Dex takes a moment to absorb what had just happened, noting that his tag partner had just tuned out emotionally, he bends down and scoops up her title before planting it on the Deep-South Dragon’s shoulder.

Dexter Jacobs: Hey. Fuck ‘em. Focus up. We gotta fight t’go win.

Whiskey stares for a moment longer, before shaking her head, coming out of the fog long enough to give her partner a curt nod.

Whiskey Ayano: Hai… let’s go…

Dexter nods before placing her half of the FGA tag straps over her shoulder and leads them the opposite direction of where Annie left, toward the gorilla position.

[FGA Office]

#1 Contenders Match for the Pride Championship
Johnny Cannon vs. Evangelista

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: This is Johnny Cannon’s chance to become the number one contender to the FGA Pride Championship. He lost out on the opportunity to Evangelista back at Above & Beyond IV. Will he falter again tonight? Or will he come one step close to achieving the goal he set when he first walked through the doors this past summer?

The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. During the first vocal line Evangelista emerges through the curtain slowly, with a focused look on her face. She closes her eyes for a second, then begins the walk to the ring, absently tagging outstretched hands while trying to psyche herself up for the task ahead.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from St. Helens, England! Weighing in at 133 pounds! She is “The Prodigal Daughter”, EVANGELISTA!

After rolling under the bottom rope she crosses over to a corner and climbs up, posing for just a second before moonsaulting back down to the ring. She takes her corner and crosses herself, then begins shaking her limbs out in readiness for the coming match.

Stephy Auger: Evangelista came so close to finally becoming the FGA Pride Champion. But she was once again cheated out of the championship by Tony Carmine. Will the third time be the charm? Maybe. But first, she’s got to get through Johnny Cannon and she knows first hand that is no easy feat.

The bell sounds as Evangelista runs across the ring and connects with a front dropkick, sending Cannon stumbling back into the ropes to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista isn’t wasting any time as she’s going right after Johnny Cannon!

Stephy Auger: She knows what’s at stake here! This could be her last chance at the number one contendership!

After kipping back up to her feet, she charges into the cornea and connects with a forearm strike. Evangelista then pulls her arm back before firing off a series of rapid forearm strikes. But the strikes are interrupted as Cannon shoves her down to the canvas. But Evangelista rolls back up to her feet, runs back into the corner and continues unloading a series of forearm strikes to the face. But again, Cannon shoves Evangelista down to the canvas. After Evangelista rolls back up to her feet, she runs back into the corner, hops onto Cannon and monkey flips him out of the corner to cheers from the crowd. While Cannon arches his back, Evangelista steps through the ropes and scales the turnbuckles.

Kris Cruise: She’s going to the top already!

When Evangelista reaches the top turnbuckle, Cannon gets back to his feet. When he turns around, Evangelista leaps off and knocks him down with a missile dropkick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

Evangelista hops back on top of Cannon with a lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon kicks out.

Evangelista then mounts herself on top of Cannon and rains down forearm strikes to the face. She then changes up her approach as she’s now raining down pointed elbows to the face of Cannon. Cannon tries to cover up. But some of the elbow strikes still penetrate.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista’s coming out swinging, isn’t she?

Stephy Auger: She’s way more aggressive than usual, Kris! But again, she knows what’s on the line. Despite her being in another contenders match for the Pride Championship, she knows opportunities like this don’t come along often. She wants to get past Cannon and finally take that title off of Tony Carmine, once and for all!

Cannon reaches up, grabs Evangelista by the torso and shoves her to the side, sending her rolling off of him. As Evangelista returns to her feet, Cannon turns over and gets back to a vertical base. As Evangelista runs over towards him, Cannon lunges forward, stopping her in her tracks with a headbutt to the midsection. While Evangelista’s doubled over, Cannon fires off a quick Roundhouse Kick to the head, knocking Evangelista down as the crowd gasps.

Kris Cruise: Cannon just caught Evangelista with the Roundhouse Kick!

Stephy Auger: This one is over, already...

Cannon pulls her over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Evangelista gets her shoulder up as the crowd cheers.

Kris Cruise: She got her shoulder up!

Cannon looks around and is in shock. He looks over at Goodrich, who can’t believe it, either. Cannon snaps out of it and pins Evangelista with a lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Evangelista gets her shoulder up.

Cannon looks up at the ref in disbelief. He holds up three fingers, but the ref shakes his head before holding up two fingers back at him. Cannon then looks down at Evangelista. He takes her wrist and presses it against the canvas as he covers her with another lateral press.

ONE!
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Evangelista kicks out.

Cannon repeatedly slaps the canvas out of frustration.

Kris Cruise: She kicked out at one! It’s not over yet!

Stephy Auger: How did she kick out the first time!?

Cannon gets up, reaches down, pulls up Evangelista and whips her into the corner. Cannon then charges into the corner and connects with a running European Uppercut. After running across the ring, Cannon turns around, runs back into the corner and connects with another European Uppercut. Cannon runs back across the ring, turns, runs back into the previous corner and goes for another European Uppercut. But Evangelista nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. Evangelista then runs from out of the corner, hops up and brings Cannon down with a Lou Thesz Press. She then rains down wild rights and lefts on Cannon. Cannon tries to cover up. But again, some of the punches still penetrate. Cannon then rolls over, mounts himself on top of Evangelista and punches her repeatedly with right hands to the face. But Evangelista rolls back over on top of Cannon and takes wild swipes at his head. After a struggle, Cannon gain shoves Evangelista off of him.

Kris Cruise: Both competitors are desperate for the victory here tonight. The Pride Championship means so much to these two. But what lengths are they willing to go to secure the win?

As Cannon gets up to his feet, Evangelista tackles him into the corner. She then delivers wild clubbing shots to the head and neck. While Cannon’s doubled over, Evangelista continues to swing away at him. As Cannon grabs the ropes, the ref steps in and moves Evangelista away from him. After Evangelista moves the ref out of the way, she marches back into the corner. But she gets caught with a reverse roundhouse kick that knocks her down.

The crowd boos as Cannon proceeds to stomp the hell out of Evangelista. He then steps back and motions for her to get up. As Evangelista slowly gets up on all fours, Cannon runs over and delivers a punt kick to the head, knocking Evangelista out onto the apron.

Kris Cruise: Cannon with another hard strike to the head. Now that i think about it, he’s been targeting her head all match.

Stephy Auger: He’s looking for the knockout blow. But Evangelista’s a tough out. She won’t go down easily.

Cannon goes to continue his assault, but the ref moves him back. After moving the ref out of the way, Cannon goes back over to target Evangelista. But he stops once he sees Evangelista beginning to stir on the apron. He then takes a few steps back as Evangelista slowly pulls herself up using the ropes. Once she’s in position, Cannon runs across the ring and connects with a big boot to the face, knocking her off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Another hard blow to the head and that one may have rocked Evangelista.

After dropping onto the apron, Cannon rolls to the floor. He goes over, picks up Evangelista and delivers a mat slam, throwing the back of Evangelista’s head against the barricade. as the crowd boos. A loud thud can be heard as the back of her skull connects with the steel barricade. Evangelista quickly covers her head with her arms. But Cannon doesn’t let up. He reaches down, pulls up Evangelista and knocks her down with a hard European Uppercut. Cannon reaches down, pulls Evangelista back up by the hair and knocks her back down with another European Uppercut. He then reaches down, peels Evangelista off of the canvas and hooks one arm, setting her up for the Cannon Driver II.

Kris Cruise: Cannon Driver II on the floor? Come on, Cannon, don’t do that!

Cannon’s about to lift her up when she breaks free and rams him back-first against the side of the ring. The crowd cheers as Evangelista pulls him away, only to ram him back-first against the side of the ring. After a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, Evangelista cups the back of his neck with her left hand before delivering rapid fire forearm strikes using her right arm. She then takes Cannon and whips him down the ringside area and into the barricade. As Cannon arches his back in pain, Evangelista goes over, grabs the steel steps and drags them into position.

Stephy Auger:  What does she have in mind here?

Goodrich goes over and tries to put a stomp to this. But one glance from Evangelista causes him to backpedal. Once Evangelista's in position, she turns around, runs down the ringside area and runs up the steps. She then leaps off the steps, going for some flying attack into Cannon. But Cannon nails her in mid air with a European Uppercut, knocking her down.

Cannon reaches down, lifts up Evangelista's legs and hooks his arms around them. He then leans back slightly before swinging Evangelista into the barricade. The crowd continues to boo as Cannon hurls her to his left, swinging her into the barricade. Cannon hurls her back to his right, swinging her into the barricade. But Cannon’s not done. He heaves her to his left and lets go, sending her crashing into the barricade.

Kris Cruise: Cannon just threw Evangelista around like a ragdoll!

Stephy Auger: And into the barricade! Repeatedly! He doesn’t just want to beat Evangelista. He wants to put her out of commission!

Evangelista tries to push herself up on all fours, but she falls and lands face-first onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: I don’t even think Evangelista can defend herself after that.

Cannon reaches down, grabs Evangelista by the hair and peels her off the canvas. After hooking Evangelista’s arm, Cannon hoists her up before planting her with the Cannon Driver II onto the floor.

Kris Cruise: God no!

Stephy Auger: ...

Cannon picks up Evangelista and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Evangelista gets her foot on the bottom rope as the crowd bursts into cheers.

Kris Cruise: She got her foot on the ropes

Stephy Auger: She got her foot on the ropes!

Cannon stands up, grabs Evangelista and drags her away from the ropes before making the cover.

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Evangelista gets her shoulder up again.

Kris Cruise: She’s not done! Evangelista isn’t done fighting! How, I don’t know! But Evangelista’s still got life in her, much to the chagrin of The British Mamba!

Stephy Auger: And Goodrich looks none too pleased, as well!

Cannon looks down at Evangelista, then over at the ref, then back over at Evangelista. Cannon lays across her with another lateral press.

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Evangelista gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Cannon’s denied again!

Cannon begins to slowly runs his hands over his head and he can be seen starting to tremble.

Kris Cruise: You can see the frustration on his face, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: He looks like he’s about to lose it. He can’t put Evangelista away and it’s driving him up a wall!

Cannon gets to his feet, picks up Evangelista and moves her into the corner. He then takes Evangelista and whips her into the opposite corner. But as Cannon runs across the ring, Evangelista bounces out of the corner and brings him down with the Pinay Legsweep to an explosion of cheers. She slowly lifts her arm up… turns over… and drapes her shoulder across his chest.

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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Oh, so close!

Cannon picks up Evangelista and nails her with a forearm strike to the face. Evangelista comes back and rocks Cannon with a forearm strikes of her own. Cannon comes back and blasts Evangelista with a forearm strike, sending her staggering back. But Evangelista comes back and blasts Cannon with another forearm strikes. Cannon touches his nose to see if it’s bleeding. Once he sees that no blood has been drawn, he looks back at Evangelista before cracking her with a forearm strike. Evangelista motions for another strike. But Cannon beats her to the punch, cracking her in the face with another forearm strike. The strike causes Evangelista's knees to buckle. Cannon then takes a step back before lunging forward, blasting Evangelista with a forearm strike that sends her stumbling into the ropes. Cannon then marches over, traps Evangelista’s upper body between the middle & top ropes and proceeds to deliver a series of 10 European Uppercuts that rock Evangelista.

Kris Cruise: Alright, Cannon, enough with the head shots!

Stephy Auger: He’s been head hunting since the opening bell!

After bringing Evangelista back into the ring, Cannon sets her up from another Cannon Driver II. But Evangelista turns out of it and counters with a short-arm forearm strike. She then nails Cannon with another forearm strike… and another… and another. While Cannon’s dazed, Evangelista turns and takes off into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, Cannon nearly takes her head with off a rolling discus elbow. Cannon puts so much force behind the strike that his momentum sends him down to his knees. Cannon then looks at his arm before slowly turning to look at Evangelista’s unconscious body. He places his forearm across her chin as he makes the cover.

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Evangelista gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: She still won’t lay down. Why God the resolve Evangelista has!

Goodrich can be seen repeatedly slapping the apron out of frustration while Cannon slowly closes his eyes. He then opens his eyes before sitting Evangelista up. After trapping her in a crucifix position, Cannon repeatedly elbows Evangelista in the face. Evangelista can be heard groaning after each elbows gets closer to breaking an orbital bone or her jaw. But the groans get lower and lower in tone until they aren't heard at all. Evangelista’s body goes limp. But Cannon continues to rain down elbows.

Kris Cruise: Enough’s enough, Cannon!

Stephy Auger: Evangelista’s out of it! What are you waiting for, ref! Step in and stop this thing!

Once Evangelista’s been busted open and Cannon notices her blood on his elbow, he stops the assault. The ref then moves him out of the way as the ref goes to check on Evangelista.

Kris Cruise: I don’t like the looks of this. Not one bit.


The ref continues to check in on Evangelista, but he’s not getting a response.

Stephy Auger: …

The ref checks on her one last time. But he still doesn’t get a response from Evangelista. So he turns and goes to motion for the bell. But Evangelista reaches up and grab his shirt. As the ref looks down, Evangelista looks back up at him and shakes her head. The crowd cheers at the sight of Evangelista refusing to quit.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista, what are you doing!?

Stephy Auger: Does she even know what she’s doing at this point!?

Cannon looks behind him and does a double take once he sees that Evangelista still in this.

Kris Cruise: He can’t believe it, either.

The ref tries to reason with Evangelista. But Evangelista continues to shake her head, refusing to let the ref stop this match. The ref continues to try and talk some sense in her until Cannon shoves the ref out of the way. The crowd boos ass he reaches down, pulls up Evangelista by the wrist and goes for a short-arm lariat. But Evangelista ducks and counters with another Pinay Legsweep.

With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count.

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FIVE!





SIX!





Both grapplers slowly turns over onto their stomachs. As they slowly push themselves up off the canvas, they look up at each other and never stop locking eyes. Once they’re on their knees, Cannon fires off an open hand slap. Evangelista responds with a slap of her own. Cannon then delivers a forearm strike. Evangelista then returns with another forearm strike. Cannon then lunges forward, cracking her in the face with a headbutt. But Evangelista comes right back, blasting Cannon with a headbutt of her own. Cannon the lunges forward, bashing Evangelista in the face with another headbutt. Evangelista falls down on all fours… only to stand back up on her knees and bash Cannon with another headbutt. She then lunges forward, smashing Cannon in the face with another headbutt… and another headbutt… and another. Evangelista then gets back to her feet, pulls Cannon to his feet, hooks his arms and lunges forward, nailing him with a series of trapping headbutts as the crowd cheers. She then lets go, only to squat down and deliver a bridging northern lights suplex.

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TH-NO!

Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How close was that!?

Stephy Auger: Too close for Cannon’s comfort.

Evangelista picks up Cannon, snapmares him over and runs into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, she nails him in the back of the head with Stevie G. She makes the cover.

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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Evangelista picks up Cannon and nails him with a forearm strike, sending Cannon stumbling back into the ropes. As Cannon bounces off the ropes and stumbles back, Evangelista nails him with another forearm strike. After Cannon gets knocked down to one knee, he gets back to his feet and stumbles into the ropes. After bounces off the ropes, Cannon turns and throws out a discus forearm strike. But Evangelista ducks and counters with a roundhouse leg sweep. After bringing Cannon back to his feet, Evangelista delivers a palm strike to the solar plexus, followed by a jumping enzuigiri that sends Cannon through the ropes and onto the apron. As Cannon pulls himself up using the ropes, Evangelista delivers a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then steps through the ropes, grabs Cannon and plants him with a DDT on the apron. The crowd cheers as Cannon’s limp body falls to the floor.

Evangelista picks up Cannon, grabs him by the head with both hands, runs and delivers a two-handed bulldog onto the steel steps. Canon bounces off the steps and rolls down onto his back.

Kris Cruise: Cannon looks to be all but out of it, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: he’s been dishing out the punishment throughout the match. But now the tables have turned.

Evangelista goes over, takes Cannon and hooks his arms behind the barricade. She then delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest before nailing him in the face with a shoot kick. Evangelista then takes Cannon and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, she takes Cannon, marches into the corner and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. She then Cannon around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and rains down 12-to-6 elbows to the head while the crowd counts along.

crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EI-

Cannon shoves Evangelista down to the canvas. As she slowly gets back to her feet, Cannon runs from out of the corner and throws out a lariat. But Evangelista ducks, goes behind Cannon and tries to lift him up for a German Suplex. But Cannon blocks the move and then counters with an elbow to the face. After turning around, Cannon delivers multiple open hand slaps, followed by an elbow strike to the head, followed by a discus forearm. He then turns to run into the ropes. Cannon goes to deliver a busaiku knee kick to finish off The Clockwork Orange. But Evangelista counters with an wrist-clutch exploder suplex to an explosion of cheers. She makes the cover.

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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How much closer can you get?

Evangelista picks up Cannon and lifts him up for a Headbreaker. But on the way up, Cannon nails her with an elbow to the side of the head. Cannon then turns her around, wraps his arms around her waist and delivers a backward roll. After rolling back up to his feet, he hurls Evangelista over his head, delivering a German Suplex. The back of Evangelista head/neck hits the middle turnbuckle and Evangelista goes limp.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista doesn’t look good, Stephy

Stephy Auger: What’s… what’s Cannon doing now!?

Cannon goes into the corner, picks up Evangelista and sits her on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up to the middle ropes, Cannon grabs a hold of Evangelista before stepping up onto the top ropes. He then jumps off, planting Evangelista with a top rope Cannon Driver.

Kris Cruise: He just dropped Evangelista on her head and neck!

Stephy Auger: But he isn’t going for the cover!

The crowd sits in stunned silence as Evangelista lays motionless on the ground. But instead of going for the cover, Cannon heads over towards the ropes, where Goodrich climbs up onto the apron and congratulates him on a job well done. But Goodrich’s is shifted towards Evangelista. When Cannon turns around, he sees Evangelista stirring on the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista’s still got life left in her! This match isn’t over!

As Soon as Evangelista slowly turns over and lifts her head up, Cannon runs across the ring and nails her with a sliding Birmingham Screwdriver. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Voodoo Child (Jimi Hendrix Cover)” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts into boos.

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

The boos continues as Goodrich gets in the ring and raises Cannon’s arm.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon picks up the win and becomes the number one contender to the Pride Championship.

Stephy Auger: He won the match. He gets his title shoot. Good for him. But he clearly wasn’t in this match to win it. He was here to inflict harm and injury on Evangelista and he may have done just that. Evangelista hasn’t moved a muscle since this match has ended and I’m afraid of the damage that was done with all that head hunting from Cannon.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAk ]

[FGA Office]

The gentle guitar strums that open Lana Del Rey's Brooklyn Baby fills the Manhattan Center auditorium, and is soon followed by Cherry Baum walking through the entranceway wearing an I❤JK t-shirt (which my lawyers have informed me looks in no way similar to an I❤NY t-shirt...) and she waves to the people in the crowd as she makes her way down to the ring, asking J.A. Aldridge to hold the ropes open so she can step into the ring before she takes the house mic

Cherry Baum: So...hi, how's everyone doing tonight?

An explosion of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd.

Cherry Baum: Before I go any further, let me just say how good it is to be back home in front of my friends and family, as well as several hundred strangers who all came out tonight to see FWA put on a show, however I do know one thing that would make it that little bit better.

Kris Cruise: I think she's referencing the hometown boy, Stephy.

Cherry milks the moment for a few seconds

Cherry Baum: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...JOHNNY KARMA!!!

Right on cue, John Bonham's gargantuan drum intro for When The Levee Breaks pounds its way through the PA system, and when the combination of Jimmy Page's guitar and Robert Plan's harmonica start to play Johnny Karma emerges at the top of the ramp wearing a t-shirt commemorating the New York Mets winning 2015 National League, and he stands on the ramp for a moment to soak in the crowd's love before he makes his way down towards the ringside, before he climbs onto the ring apron and steps between the ropes as Cherry hands him the microphone

Johnny Karma: Good evening, New York.

(CHEAP POP)

Johnny Karma: The last time I was here...well, technically the Hammerstein Ballroom isn't "here" as it's downstairs, but the last time I was here I was locked in a cage with Kevin Hardaway and when it was done, I was looking forward to things moving up a notch come 2015. And...well, that's not quite what happened. I think I may have mentioned that once or twice...

Karma looks over to Cherry to make sure he has, in fact, mentioned it once or twice

Johnny Karma: But I'm not going to dig a hole for myself and sit in it as I wonder about what could have been, because nobody has ever won a wrestling match, let alone a title, while sitting in a hole in their back yard. So instead I've come out here tonight to say, yeah, 2015 was a whole bunch of "What might have been" for me, but that's not the problem - the problem has been that 2015 has been a whole bunch of "S-U-C-C-E-S-S, that's the way I spell 'success'" for people who nobody with a soul wants to see get ahead. For example, look at the people that have held the FWA Championship this year, Jimmy Page and Chandler Scott - two people that would hardly qualify for a humanitarian award, but thanks to them being up top the rest of the roster qualifies for humanitarian aid. Then you look a little further down, and the picture doesn't get any prettier - in fact it looks like somebody painted Picasso's Guernica with their own vomit after spending a week eating nothing but olives and Snickers bars. To call that picture "pretty" would be like calling Iggy Azalea "talented."

Karma looks mildly revolted

Johnny Karma: So tonight I'll be stepping into this ring again to face off against Izzy Anders...

Karma pauses, making sure he didn't accidentally call her "Iggy Anders"

Johnny Karma: ...because, tonight, rather than focus on everything wrong with FWA, for example having both Jimmy Page and Chandler Scott walking through my city and my ring, instead we should focus our energies on something enjoyable, something that doesn't trigger the gag reflex at a mere mention of it, something like...my match with Izzy Anders, in fact. Because even though a show can;t seem to go by without masked men attacking people, Chris Q injuring somebody else, Dom Harter being turned from a skunk to a naked mole rat, and the likes of Jimmy Page, Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott being...well, Jimmy Page, Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott, that doesn't mean everyone else is sinking slowly but surely to their level, in fact a whole bunch of people are incapable of comprehending just what their level even is, and those are the people who will be changing FWA for the better - and that is what I want from my 2016, to be able to say I work for a company whose locker room didn't fail to get cast in Mad Max: Fury Road because they were too unstable and generally psychotic. So with that being said, I've got a match to get ready for, because if I'm going to start to change things for the better it's a good idea to change into my wrestling gear.

With his piece being said, Karma gives a regal bow to the crowd before crouching down and carefully placing the microphone on the canvas, before he and Cherry leave the ring

[FGA Office]

The scene fades into a pair of boots, parallel to the mat. A dull thump of a heartbeat provides the sound.

“She put up quite a fight, but it wasn’t enough…”

The camera travels up to see that those boots are occupied, by a woman lying face up on the mat. The view goes up past her hips and torso.

“You’re just not very good.”

The voice of a particular FGA star creeps in, echoing throughout the space. Strands of hair creep into the frame as the view travels up further.

“You suck, Fujiko…”

Another disembodied voice. The camera view changes to an overhead view, to see that it is Fujiko Mine, in her full ring gear, lying prone on the mat. Her eyes are open, and unfeeling. She blinks occasionally, but mostly stares up into the lights.

“You’re so high and mighty…”

Her face hardens just slightly, her fingers twitching to delay a sense of idleness. She doesn’t react as if she can hear these voices, though we know they are phrases she has heard recently from her opponents. The heartbeat sound grows louder, along with a light piano beat. Fujiko’s breath enters and exits her slowly, and text filters in.

NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY TO KEEP YOU DOWN…

Fujiko inhales sharply, as if she is preparing herself for something.

YOU HAVE TO GET BACK UP.

Fujiko exhales and kips up off the mat, standing at her full height. The music stops as soon as she lands on her feet. She stares hard into the camera view that is now in front of her, with no emotion visible. She stands still for a few seconds, before turning her back to the camera. It fades out on her Logo, which itself fades out before action returns to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Salem Cartier

The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance, tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat...

"Hey!
Don't touch kid, sleep with the lights on.... Touch kid, how you surprise me...
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"

She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada! She is The Witch, SALEM CARTIER!

"You're something like a phenomena.... Something like an astronoma...
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"

She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes...

“Something like a phenomena, baby.... You're gonna get your body off"

She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out and playing to the crowd as the music fades.

Kris Cruise:: And now it’s time for a rematch from a few weeks ago. On Halloween these two wrestled to a draw, but now both are determined to prove they were done wrong by that night.

Stephy Auger: That’s right. Salem wants to prove that she has what it takes to defeat the former World champion, and Page…well he just wants to hurt her.

The eerie cue up of "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays for ten seconds...then dies down, along with the lights. Suddenly the sound of drums and a electronic melody plays. The lights flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is The King of the F’n World, JIMMY PAGE!

He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans who chant "FUCK YOU JIMMY!!" and "PAGE SUCKS!!!" getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating that deadly red. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise:: And here we go!

The bell sounds to start the match as Page pushes himself out of the corner, storming across the ring towards his opponent. Salem is ready for him, however, throwing out a palm strike that the former World champion parries away. He responds with some hard forearm shots, backing The Witch into the corner as the referee counts to make the break. At four and a half Page relents, taking a step back before delivering a toe kick to the midsection. Salem gets pushed upright, back against the turnbuckle, as Page unleashes a series of chops to the chest.

Stephy Auger: Nobody wants to get into a striking contest with Jimmy Page. Salem needs to find a way to break this cycle otherwise this could be over before it’s really began.

Again, the referee steps in to break it up as Page goes for the Irish whip. Salem is sent from pillar to post at break neck speed, hitting the far turnbuckle with a thud! She staggers out of the corner clutching at the lower back as Page moves in, taking Salem down with an exploder suplex! With a forearm across the face, Page makes the cover.

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Salem kicks out.

But Page throws her back down and covers again.

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Salem kicks out.

Kris Cruise:: That forearm across the face is just a sign of clear disrespect from Jimmy Page towards his opponent.

Stephy Auger: Did you expect any different?

Kris Cruise:: …No.

Page glares at the referee, but the official assures him it was only a two count. Undeterred, he assumes a mounted position astride the chest of Salem Cartier before unloading several punches to the face. The crowd begin to boo heavily as Page relents from the savage assault, standing up and heading towards the ropes. He looks out across the crowd, the booing masses letting him know exactly what they think of him…and he laughs.

Stephy Auger: The boos are just feeding Jimmy Page’s hatred right now…

The former World champion runs across the ring, delivering a stomp to the rising Salem Cartier, just as she reached all fours. He drags her back to her feet, holding Salem in a front facelock as he delivers a series of clubbing blows to the back, followed by a snap DDT! No pin attempt, however, as Page drags his opponent back up to her feet once more, this time whipping Salem towards the corner again. But she holds onto the top ropes, lifting herself up into the air as Page runs in; Salem takes him down with a headscissors takedown, drawing a cheer from the crowd!

Both competitors scramble back to their feet. Page gets there first as he lunges forward with an elbow smash. It’s ducked, and Salem runs against the ropes, springboarding off them with a back elbow that catches Page by surprise!

Kris Cruise:: Salem Cartier has found an opening; what can she do from here?

Page gets right back up after the elbow, only to get caught by a standing enzuigiri. Salem hurries back to her feet, hoping to capitalize on the advantage as she hits the ropes again – only to get caught by a back body drop! Page taunts the crowd again before turning around to see his opponent has scarpered. Salem is rolling towards the ropes, moving out onto the apron before she rises back to her feet. Jimmy is right on the case, though, throwing some forearm shots that rock The Witch. He goes South with a shoulder thrust – NO! Salem leaps up to dodge, landing across Page’s back with the straddle attack!

Stephy Auger: A great counter by Salem Cartier there.

Kris Cruise:: She has the speed and agility, whereas Jimmy obviously has the brute strength. If he can slow Salem down, this is his to win. If Salem can keep it at a fast pace, then she stands a better chance.

Salem releases her opponent from the straddle attack and Page stumbles backwards into the ring. He approaches the ropes again, only to get caught by a high kick to the face before Salem springboard into the ring with a missile dropkick! This time, Page is much slower to his feet as Salem sends him towards the corner with an Irish whip. She charges in after him, cartwheeling across the ring before leaping up with a hip attack! The crowd pop, but Salem isn’t done yet. A quick rolling snapmare by The Witch takes both her and her opponent out of the corner before she pops up and delivers a stunning kick to the face! And Salem drops down to make the cover.

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Page powers out.

Stephy Auger: Whoa, Jimmy Page still has some fight left in him.

Kris Cruise:: Some?! He just tossed Salem half way across the ring.

Salem looks a little shocked by the strength, but she’s not about to let her opponent get in her head. Page rolls over onto his front before pushing himself up, but Salem hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head. And she quickly moves round to his legs, placing Jimmy’s feet under her arm pits as she reaches forward to apply the leg-trap camel clutch. But the size differential makes it difficult, and Page is able to pry apart his opponent’s hands after a few seconds. The pair of them separate and get back to their feet on opposite sides of the ring.

Cartier charges in, nailing her opponent with a running palm strike to the face. It’s enough to stagger Page, sending the former World champion back against the ropes. Salem runs in again, but Page has the wherewithal to back body drop her over the top rope – NO! Cartier catches the rope, bringing herself down on the apron before Page spins on the spot, leaping upwards with the Aneurysm! The gamengiri kick catches Salem around the back of the head, sending her flying off the apron.

Kris Cruise:: The Aneurysm out of nowhere, and Salem is in trouble right now!

Page slithers out under the bottom rope, slowly making his way towards where Salem landed near the guard rail. He drags her up to her knees and scrapes her face against the cold, hard steel. Cartier yells out in pain and the referee leans through the ropes to admonish Page, pausing his count out to do so. But the former World champion doesn’t care. He drags Salem back to her feet and lifts her up for a powerslam before running her back first into the ring post!

TWO!


THREE!


Page still has his opponent in his arms; Salem yells out in pain again as she tries to hold her back, before Jimmy lawn darts her so Salem lands chest first across the ring apron.


FOUR!


FIVE!


Page stands across his opponent’s throat, putting most of his weight behind it as he tries to choke out Salem Cartier. Again the referee leans through the ropes to admonish him, pausing the count once more. Jimmy finally releases the choke as the count out resumes. But he rolls Salm back into the ring, following her in. He goes for the cover.

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TWO!
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Salem kicks out.

Page delivers several hard shots to the face before throwing Salem’s shoulders down again.

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TWO!
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Salem kicks out.

Kris Cruise:: So close, but this match continues. And I think Salem’s persistence is beginning to frustrate her opponent.

Stephy Auger: And a frustrated Jimmy Page is a dangerous Jimmy Page.

Kris Cruise:: Any Jimmy Page is a dangerous Jimmy Page.

Page grabs Salem in a butterfly hold, using it to bring her back to her feet once more, before promptly delivering a double underhook backbreaker. Cartier lands hard across the knees, but Page is right on her. With a knee across the small of the back, Page wraps his hands under the chin and pulls back; the referee checks for a submission, but Cartier won’t quit yet. She tries desperately to shuffle towards the rope as the referee continues to ask if she give up. But still Salem fights, before hooking the bottom rope with her foot. The referee calls for a break.

Referee: One…Two…Three…Four…

Jimmy breaks the hold; he remains kneeling over his prone foe for a few seconds before rising to his feet, if only to drop a couple of knees down across the small of the back. He drags Salem to her feet, backing her against the ropes before going for the Irish whip. Upon her return, Salem is caught by a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. And again Page covers without hooking the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Kris Cruise:: I can’t begin to imagine the pain Salem Cartier is in right now.

Once again, Jimmy Page helps his opponent to her feet, this time positioning Salem in a standing headscissors. He points towards the corner, and the crowd instantly boo as they suspect what’s coming next. Sure enough, Salem is hoisted up high for the powerbomb as Page runs towards the corner….

NO!

Kris Cruise:: What a counter!

Salem reverses the turnbuckle powerbomb with a hurricanrana! She sends Jimmy Page ass over tea kettle, slamming him into the corner as he stays there with his legs in the air for a second before falling to the mat. An almighty cheer sounds out from the crowd as they begin to urge Salem Cartier to get back to her feet.

Stephy Auger: Listen to these fans, Kris, they desperately want Salem Cartier to prevail tonight.

Kris Cruise:: She’s gained quite a following in her recent matches.

Stephy Auger: And we heard her earlier tonight challenging Cami Magna to a match at Final Frontier, if she can just survive this match against the King of the F’in World!

Salem begins to crawl towards the ropes, using them to lift herself up. Page is still down in the corner, having landed awkwardly after the hurricanrana. A cheer sounds up as Cartier reaches her feet, and Page is starting to stir. He crawls away from the corner and reaches a kneeling position as Salem comes up from behind with a somersault cutter! And she hooks the leg!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Kris Cruise:: How did Jimmy Page kick out of that one?

Salem can’t quite believe it either as she sits up. The official assures her it was only two, though. Undeterred, Cartier lifts her opponent back to his feet as she hooks a leg, trying to lift Jimmy Page for a shinbreaker…but she’s too worn down. Page tries to fight back, landing an elbow across the back of the neck to force a release before he’s able to send Salem against the ropes with an Irish whip – NO! Salem comes back with a wheelbarrow bulldog, driving Page face first into the mat! And she makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: Close but no cigar.

Kris Cruise:: Salem building some momentum here though. What can she do from here?

The Witch sits up in quiet disbelief, staring down at her opponent as Page begins to stir once more. She drags him to his feet, backing him against the ropes for the Irish whip. But Page reverses, going under the arm. He grabs Salem from behind with a rear waistlock and The Witch panics. She stomps the foot, trying anything to stop the possible rolling elbow. The stomp cuts Page’s momentum off, but the back elbow to the face works better. Salem grabs her opponent in a three quarter facelock and runs towards the corner for a springboard bulldog – NO!

Page pushes her away in mid air, and Salem lands ass first in the middle of the ring. He slumps back against the turnbuckle as Salem holds her lower back in pain. She makes a move towards regaining a vertical base, but Page has other ideas. He charges in with the Trauma Symphony, driving the knee right into Salem’s face! Down she goes, and Page drops down on top of her.

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THR-NOO!

Page sits up in disbelief, looking towards the official with anger in his eyes as the referee tries to explain it was only a two count. But the former World champion is having none of it. He gets up in the referee’s face, showing three fingers to the official when, behind him, Salem is stirring again. She reaches up between the legs and performs the schoolboy pin!

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Page kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Salem almost stealing one there.

But that’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. Page storms back to his feet and charges at his opponent, only to find Salem low balls him. With the top rope lowered, Page tumbles out of the ring. Salem picks herself up and vaults over the top rope with a cross body block as her opponent rises back to his feet, and she takes him right back down again!


ONE!


TWO!


Salem gets up, albeit wearily, as she brings Page up with her.


THREE!


But he gouges her eye, forcing Cartier back a step. Page goes for the Irish whip, but Salem manages to reverse it, sending Page knee first into the ring steps. He clatters into them, tumbling head over heels again.


FOUR!


FIVE!


Salem is leaning against the guard rails, trying to catch her breath as she sees Page beginning to stir across the way.


SIX!


The Witch takes a run up and charges at her opponent, springboarding off the ring steps as she flies through the air for a New Hampshire Handshake!

NO!

Kris Cruise:: What the-how did he?

Page catches Salem, hooking his arm under hers in mid air as she lands without hitting the move. His other hand reaches down, and Jimmy Page counters with an exploder suplex into the steel guard rail!


SEVEN!


EIGHT!


Stephy Auger: What a counter by Jimmy Page, but both competitors are down now.

Kris Cruise:: And the count out continues…


NINE!


TEN!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

Kris Cruise:: I can’t believe it, these two have fought to another draw.

Stephy Auger: And these fans don’t like it at all, Kris.

The fans are booing heavily as Jimmy Page stands up first; Salem obviously isn’t moving after this short amount of time, but the booing intensifies as Page lays into her unconscious body with a few boots. The referee manages to pull him away, and Page heads back up the aisle, soaking up the crowd reaction as he goes.

Stephy Auger: He may not have won, but he did what he set out to do, and that’s to hurt Salem Cartier. She still hasn’t moved after that exploder suplex into the guard rail.

Kris Cruise:: This can’t be good.

But the boos turns to cheers; Page stops at the top of the aisle as he spies the official helping Salem get back to her feet. A round of applause ringing out throughout the arena as she’s helped backstage.

Stephy Auger: Another draw between these two, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them. Now we have to go for a commercial break, stick around, up next we have Cyncity versus Camellia Magna!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Cyncity vs. Camellia D. Magna

As "The Bitch Came Back" begins to play, Cami steps onto the ramp, gazing out over the crowd. Pausing for only a moment, she slowly makes her way down the ramp avoiding eye contact. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. After entering the ring, she moves to one corner, waiting patiently for the match to start.

J.A. Aldridge: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

Kris Cruise: Cami would sure love to unseat Cyncity tonight, who has been given a future shot at the FGA World championship.

Stephy Auger: Would certainly make her a bigger threat going into Final Frontier.

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.

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 audience's 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: And her opponent, she is CYNCITY!

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.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity would certainly like to keep a good momentum heading into this future title shot of hers.

Stephy Auger: And a win over Cami would certainly help.

The bell rings and the two women slowly circle the ring before they lock up, looking to test each other's strengths. It's Cami who quickly slips behind Cyncity before she catches her with a forearm to the head before quickly turning her around. Magna kicks Miss Parker in the gut before hooking her head and attempting a suplex. Unfortunately for Cami, Cyncity slips behind her and catches her with a dropkick to the back of the head, dropping her to the mat. Cami then rolls over onto her back and Cyncity quickly turns her back on her before backflipping and landing a standing moonsault on Cami! The Sex Sells member then hooks both legs as she goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity right now has gotten control, and that spells bad news for Cami.

Stephy Auger: If there's a person you don't want taking control of a match, it's Cyncity. She'll wear you down like it's nobody's business.

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Cami kicks out.

Cyncity doesn't seem fazed after the kickout as she quickly gets to her feet and motions for Cami to do the same. Magna slowly gets to her feet and the former PDW Tag team champion rushes in and hooks her legs around Cami's neck before spinning her around and sending her flying with a spinning headscissors takedown! Cyncity is quick to her feet as she motions Cami to get to hers once again. Cami uses the ropes to help herself up, clearly dazed after what just happened, before she turns around and watches Cyncity charging towards her.

Cyncity then attempts a single knee facebreaker, but Cami shoves her off, sending her stumbling backwards. The former FLC finalist then charges in and is quickly taken down with a clothesline by Magna, who quickly goes for the cover afterwards!

Kris Cruise: What a clothesline by Cami!

Stephy Auger: I swear, I thought she was out of it after she was caught with that spinning headscissors takedown, but she pulls this off and could be getting the quick victory here!

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Cyncity kicks out to cheers from the audience.

Cami quickly gets to her feet and grabs Cyncity by the hair before getting her up to both feet as well. She then irish whips the Sex Sells member into the nearest corner before she charges in and connects with a corner splash to a negative reaction. Magna then pulls back as Cyncity attempts to stumble out of the corner, only for Magna to shove her back in there before firing off with multiple chops, the audience letting out respective groans of pain as Cyncity holds her chest after each chop. Magna then pulls her out of the corner and hits a quick snap suplex on the smaller woman before she quickly goes for the cover once again!

Kris Cruise: Cami is all over Cyncity right now! Does she have the pin here?!

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Cyncity kicks out to a huge round of cheers from her hometown audience.

Stephy Auger: No! Another two count from Cami, who is really letting out some aggression early in this thing.

Magna shakes off Cyncity kicking out again and quickly gets to her feet before she stomps at the body of the Sex Sells member. After she's satisfied stomping away at her opponent, Cami slowly gets Cyncity up to both feet and throws her into the ropes. Expecting a rebound, Cami leaps up to go for a dropkick, but Cyncity holds onto the ropes, forcing Cami to hit her back onto the mat. Magna then slowly gets to her feet and Cyn sneaks up behind her, rolling her up!

Stephy Auger: Rollup by Cyncity!

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Cami kicks out, much to the disappointment of the New York audience.

Kris Cruise: Only a two count! But she almost had her there!

Both women quickly scramble to their feet, but Cami charges in first, only for Cyncity to catch her from out of nowhere with a single knee facebreaker! Cami falls to the mat and Cyncity quickly goes for the cover, yelling at the ref to count!

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Cami kicks out again!

Kris Cruise: Cami ran right into that single knee facebreaker, but it wasn't enough for Cyncity to walk out of here with a win.

Stephy Auger: The good news is, Cyncity now has full control of the match.

Cyncity gets to her feet after Cami kicks out and motions for Cami to get to her feet. Magna slowly crawls towards the ropes which she uses to get herself up to both feet before she turns around and gets met with a spin kick to the gut, courtesy of Cyncity. The future number one contender to the World championship then quickly turns Cami around, hooking her head from behind before dropping her with the Glitter Driver to a huge pop from the audience. Cyncity quickly turns Cami around and goes for the cover once again, hooking both legs!

Kris Cruise: The Glitter Driver connects! This could be it right here!

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Th-Cami kicks out once again!

Stephy Auger: Wow, that was close, but Cami is still alive in this one!

Cyncity slowly gets to her feet, the audience fully behind her at this moment. She grabs Cami and slowly gets her up to both feet before taking her into the nearest corner and driving her head into the turnbuckle, then turning her around and catching her with a chop to the chest for revenge for what happened before. Cyncity then steps back as Cami leans in the corner before she performs a handspring and attempts an elbow smash, only for Cami to dodge it, roll her up from behind, and put her feet on the ropes as the ref slides down to make the count, clueless that Cami has her feet on the ropes!

Kris Cruise: Cami with the rollup, but she has her feet on the ropes! No!

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Th-Cyncity kicks out to a big pop!

Stephy Auger: That was very close right there! Cami almost stole one!

Both women quickly scramble to their feet afterwards and Cyncity charges in at Cami, who catches her with a dropkick that sends her to the mat. But Cyncity's resiliency shows off as she quickly gets to her feet once again and gets met with yet another dropkick that knocks her to the mat once again. But again, Cyncity gets to her feet (a bit slower than before), only to be finally put down with a flying calf kick from Cami, who then quickly goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Two dropkicks followed by a calf kick has Cyncity in trouble here!

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Cyncity kicks out to cheers from the audience!

Stephy Auger: And Cyncity once again shows us why she's such a fighter!

Cami slaps the mat in frustration once before she quickly gets to her feet and motions for Cyncity to do so as well. The former Sex Sells member is still dazed after that calf kick, but she slowly gets to her feet, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Unfortunately, she turns around and is met with an enzuigiri from Magna, knocking her right back down onto the mat once again before she goes for the cover again!

Kris Cruise: An enzuigiri by Magna! Could she have Cyncity here?!

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Cyncity kicks out again to a huge pop!

Stephy Auger: I think Cami just realized how difficult it is to keep Cyncity down, because it's going to take a lot more than that!

Cami slaps the mat in frustration again, this time a few more times than the last, before she quickly gets to her feet and lets out an annoyed groan. She walks over to the ref and begins arguing with him for a few seconds, believing that was a three count. Magna shakes her head afterwards as she returns her attention to Cyncity, who slowly gets up to both feet using the ropes nearby. Cyncity then turns around and Cami does a double handspring before she catches Cyn with a spinning elbow smash that stuns her, then follows it up with a spinning high kick that knocks the next top title contender to the mat! Cami quickly rushes for the cover, barking at the ref to make the count!

Kris Cruise: Crown of Thorns connects! Cyncity looks to be out cold right now, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Does Cami got her here?!

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Thr-Cyncity kicks out once again to an even bigger pop!

Kris Cruise: No! Still not enough!

Cami can't believe it as she quickly gets to her feet, shaking her head in anger as she looks at the ref. Magna then decides to end it right here and right now as she exits out onto the apron before looking out at the audience and calling for the end before turning her sights back to the ring. Cyncity slowly gets to her feet and Cami quickly hops onto the top rope before springboarding off, sailing right at Cyn...only to be met with a dropkick while in midair that floors her!

Stephy Auger: Dropkick by Cyncity from out of nowhere!

Both women slowly get to their feet, Cyncity being the first one. Cami gets to her feet a second later, but her back is turned to Cyncity, who quickly leaps onto Cami's shoulders before flipping back and driving Cami's head into the mat with a reverse hurricanrana! Cyncity then quickly turns the laid out Cami over before she goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: CYNDERANAAAAAA!

Stephy Auger: And that's gotta be it right here!

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Three!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner...CYYYYYYYNCITY!

Cyncity gets to her feet, exhausted, and has her hand raised by the ref to cheers from the audience. She then quickly climbs the nearest corner and raises her arms in victory once again as they continue to cheer her on.

Kris Cruise: A hard fought and well earned victory by Cyncity!

Stephy Auger: That was a tough one. Cami gave her hell. But Cyncity showed her resilience and was able to pull it off in the end.

[FGA Office]

The scene falls onto Spencer Burke standing with Zero McHannon as the camera flares on. McHannon has his arms crossed, the pair of headphones that he usually wears on his chest, and looking off to the corner of the screen to what seems like he’s deep in thought. Spencer gives a sound from his throat as Zero looks up to the camera, almost surprised that he was standing in front of it.

Spencer Burke: I’m here with Zero McHannon, the number one contender for the FGA World Championship, who earlier tonight has some words with Chandler Scott… along with some other problems it seems. Zero, where is your head at right now? Is it in the tag team match you have tonight or are you looking farther into the future with a title shot right around the corner.

McHannon freezes for a second before speaking.

Zero McHannon: My head is exactly where it needs to be, and that’s being concentrated on both. Getting through this match tonight is the first step, then it’s time to focus all my attention to the world title match. But if me and Chandler want to get the job done, we don’t have to be on the same page. I know that and I think he knows that. There’s enough talent in that ring to already get the job done tonight. I just have to make sure that he doesn’t take our disagreement earlier and try to make it into something that it isn’t. Not saying he will. Not saying he won’t. However when you’re teamed with a future opponent, life’s lessons has always told me you have to keep your eye out for more than just who’s standing on the other ring of that ring. I’m concentrated on winning this match, AND the next one. What Chandler Scott is concentrating on has yet to be seen.

Spencer looks at Zero with a bit of confusion on his face.

Spencer Burke: So, you’re saying that you don’t completely trust Chandler Scott as your partner tonight?

Zero McHannon: I’m saying that I don’t know what’s going through his mind, especially for the words that were exchanged earlier. Chandler says he wants me at one hundred percent, and I believe that. Fighting through this match together will get us into that position. Regardless, it’s going to take a lot to not have me in that kind of condition by the time Final Frontier rolls around. Chandler doesn’t have to leave me high and dry to make a statement to the man who wants his title. He doesn’t have to do anything, really. Sometimes less is more. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see to know exactly what’s on Chandler’s mind.

Spencer nods his head and continues on, McHannon looking away from the camera before turning back to the interview.

Spencer Burke: What’s going on through your head, though? Anything up your sleeve?

Zero McHannon: Winning… it’s that simple. With or without Chandler Scott. The goal that every wrestler should have before every match. If you don’t step into that ring with your mind set on that one goal, you’re already beat. My eye might be on Chandler, but my head’s on myself making a hell of a performance. Then comes Final Frontier…

Burke sees McHannon getting a bit uneasy as he wants to go prepare for the match, but he pushes on the Scott situation further.

Spencer Burke: You don't trust Chandler Scott? That's the easy way of saying it?

Zero McHannon: I trust the man until he gives me a reason not to trust him. I like to keep things professional and honorable, but I'm far from perfect. I'll be the first one to admit that I have my own flaws, and everyone can see that for themselves if they've been watching closely since my arrival to FGA. I have no reason to NOT trust Chandler, but the smart play is to keep it in the back of my mind, just in case...

Burke shuffles uncomfortably as he preps himself for the next question.

Spencer Burke: And that woman who was in the front row tonight letting her voice be heard….---

Zero McHannon: No comment.

McHannon gives Spencer half a smile, pats him on the back, then leaves Burke to himself.

Spencer Burke: Well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen. That’s all Zero McHannon would give us for the time being. If you’re looking forward to his big match with Chandler tonight, and at Final Frontier, this is one that you can’t miss.

Spencer stands there alone as the scene fades away and cuts to the next session.

[FGA Office]

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Noelle Smith vs. Annie Zellor

“Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child 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.

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida! She is NOELLE SMITH!

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

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith is coming off a series of rough matches when she participated in the Round Robin Challenge with Jimmy Page and Zero McHannon. But she’s coming off an even rougher series of events.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, I still can’t believe that her sister would do something like have her stored away and drugged up somewhere while she steals her identity. The fact that Noelle’s been able to overcome all of that and come back to perform at a high level, it doesn’t just speak to her talent, but it speaks to her drive as well.

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.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Staten Island, New York! She is ANNIE ZELLOR!

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: Annie Zellor’s in a bit of a pickle. We saw earlier backstage that Laurel Anne Hardy stormed out of the arena, indicated that she’s leaving Annie to fend for herself against Whiskey Dex. Now, she’s facing a woman that has been offended by Annie’s apparent rudeness as of late.

Stephy Auger: Well I don’t think Laurel’s leaving Annie high and dry. I think she’s just had enough of seeing her close friends argue over a championship. And you know how Laurel feels about championships. Then, she’s got to deal with Noelle Smith who, has you said, has taken offense to Annie’s perceived rudeness. While I don’t think Annie was going out of her way to be rude, I think she needs to let Noelle be and give her her space. I know Annie’s curious. I’m sure that curiosity has gotten the better of her on more than one occasion over these past several weeks. But Noelle’s been through so much. She’s lucky to still be wrestling. She’s lucky to still be healthy and not confined to a hospital bed somewhere. When Noelle feels like talking, then she’ll give out all the details. And if she never does? Then that’s her decision and we should respect it. That should be the end of it. But for some people, I guess that’s not enough.

The bell sounds as Annie and Noelle circle the ring. While a handshake would have normally started a match between these two, that’s definitely not the case tonight. After circling the ring, the two women lock up. After jockeying for position, Noelle moves Annie into the corner, where the ref gives them both until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both grapplers make the clean break. But Noelle remains in Annie face, giving her a glare that lets Annie know that she’s none too pleased with her recent actions. After Noelle stays standing in Annie’s way, Annie pushes Noelle back.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh.

Stephy Auger: I don’t think Annie liked that very much.

Annie makes her way from out of the corner and circles the ring. She then zeroes in on Noelle. They motion for a lock up. But Annie ducks under, goes behind Noelle, spins her around and sends her to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. Noelle reaches her legs up and reverses into a legs scissors headlock. But Annie’s able to escape with a kip up. After Noelle gets back to her feet, Annie rushes over at her. But Noelle sends her down with a side headlock takeover. Annie reaches her legs up and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. Noelle tries to kip up. But Annie keeps her legs locked tight around her neck. After shifting around, Noelle tries for another kip up but again, Annie denies it. So Noelle slowly turns over onto her knees. She then presses down on Annie’s thighs as she slowly slips her head from between Annie’s legs. When she’s finally free, Noelle flips over into a jackknife pin.

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Annie bridges up, turns and moves Noelle into the corner, where the ref once again gives them both until the count of five to break things up..

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Noelle raises her arms in the air. While Noelle’s got her torso exposed, Annie takes advantage by delivering a shoulder thrust. She then nails Noelle with another thrust before sending her into the opposite corner. Annie then runs across the ring, hops onto Noelle and goes for a monkey flip. But Noelle’s able to land on her feet to the applause of the crowd. She then quickly takes off into the ropes as Annie gets back to her feet. When Noelle comes back, Annie dives over towards her feet and drops down onto her stomach. But Noelle hops over her and runs into the far ropes. When Noelle comes back, Annie leap frogs over Noelle. Noelle then continues to run into the ropes. When she comes back, Annie goes for a hip toss. But Noelle steps through it and throws down Annie with a hip toss of her own. Annie gets back up, but Noelle throws her down with a Japanese arm drag. Annie gets back up, but Noelle throws her down with an arm drag and transitions into an armbar to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Noelle’s gotten better of the former two-time Tag Team Champion.

Stephy Auger: And you know that’s got to eat Annie up on the inside, given how things have turned sour between these two as of late.

The ref asks Annie if she wants to give up. But Annie refuses to quit. After battling her way back to her feet, Annie moves Noelle into the ropes before shoving her into the far ropes. When Noelle comes back, Annie drops down onto her stomach. Noelle then hops over her and runs into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Annie knocks her down with a dropkick. Noelle gets back up, but Annie knocks her back down with another dropkick. After Noelle returns to her feet, Annie nails her with a knee strike to the midsection. She then grabs Noelle and throws her down with a Harai goshi. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Noelle kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Annie finishing things off with that judo throw of hers. But it only gets two.

Stephy Auger: If I’m Annie, I don’t try to keep this match standing. I try to wear Noelle down. She just fought both Jimmy Page and Zero McHannon in the same night. Noelle may look good, but she’s still got to be tired after facing those two.

Anne picks up Noelle, moves her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops. But Noelle is quick to grab Annie, shove her into the corner and unleash a series of knife edge chops of her own. She then takes Annie and goes for an irish whip. but Annie reverses and then puts on the breaks before whipping Noelle back into the corner. Annie then runs into the corner and connects with a discus clothesline. After placing Noelle in a side headlock, Annie goes for a running bulldog. But Noelle shoves Annie off of her and into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Noelle knocks her down with a jumping calf kick. She makes the cover.

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Annie kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Noelle may have been out of action. But her training outside the ring, plus facing the likes of Page and McHannon recently, have brought her back up to speed.

Stephy Auger: Noelle continues to control the action. I seriously thought it was going to be the other way around. But it’s still early.

Noelle picks up Annie and places her in a side headlock. The ref asks Annie if she wants to give up. But Annie just whines. So Noelle pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold. The ref asks Annie if she wants to give up. But Annie refuses to give up. After turning over onto her knees, Annie gets up to her feet. She then nails Noelle with four elbows to the midsection, doubling him over. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Noelle knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Annie caught all of that spinning heel kick. But she still got her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: As much as Annie wants to beat Noelle here tonight, you’ve got to figure that the uncertainty around Final Final is on her mind.

Noelle picks up Annie and goes for a vertical suplex. But Annie slips down from behind and delivers a dropkick to the back, sending Noelle through the ropes and onto the apron. As Noelle slowly gets up, Annie runs into the corner and connects with a springboard rebound dropkick, knocking Noelle off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Annie just sent Noelle tumbling to the floor.

Stephy Auger: It looks like Annie’s got something else in mind.

Annie rolls to the outside and motions for Noelle to get up. As Noelle slowly gets up on the floor, Annie runs over at Noelle and delivers a Satellite DDT.

Stephy Auger: All that Glitters on the floor! Annie clearly means business tonight!

Annie picks up Noelle and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling her back in, she makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Noelle gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Annie picks up Noelle and sets her up for a standing shiranui. But Noelle shoves Annie off of her and into the ropes. When Annie comes back, she delivers a wheelbarrow facebuster. She makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulders up.

Annie picks up Noelle and nails her with a forearm before going for an irish whip. But Noelle reverses, sending Annie into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Noelle bends over to set up a back body drop. But Annie counters with a facebuster. She makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Annie!

Annie looks over at the ref, then back down at Noelle.

Stephy Auger: … and I don’t think Annie was too pleased at that two count from the ref.

Annie picks up Noelle and whips her into the corner. She then charges into the corner, but Noelle nails her with an elbow to the face. After Annie stumbles back, she runs back into the corner. Noelle goes for a boot to the face. But Annie stops, catches Noelle’s foot and then yanks her hard out of the corner, sending Noelle crashing back first to the canvas. As Noelle sits up and cringes in pain, Annie runs over and kicks her square in the back. She then steps back and kicks Noelle square in the back again. Annie then delivers a series of rapid soccer kicks to the back. Annie reaches down, picks up Noelle and then delivers a standing shiranui. She makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Noelle gets her shoulder up. Annie can be seen snapping her fingers out of frustration.

Kris Cruise: You can tell Annie really wanted that one.

Annie picks up Nolle and whips her into the ropes. Annie then turns and runs into a parallel set of ropes. After crisscrossing across the ring three times, Annie yells out “Rotten to the Core!” but instead of her hitting a big boot to the side of the head, Noelle catches her foot and turns Annie away from her. She then grabs Annie from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Annie rolls over her shoulder, lands on her feet, turns Noelle around and socks her with a right hand, knocking her down to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Pow, right in the kisser!

As Noelle slowly gets up to her feet, Annie runs over and connects with a step-up enzuigiri, knocking Noelle onto the middle ropes. Upon seeing Noelle in position, Annie's eyes widen with excitement. She then looks around at the crowd throwing up their own #grrface.

Stephy Auger: You know what comes next, Kris!

Annie then turns to Noelle and gives her her own #grrface before taking off into the ropes. When Annie comes back, she swings through the ropes and goes for the Rough n’ Tumble. But Noelle ducks. She then stands up, kicks Annie in the gut and plants her with a DDT. She makes the cover.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Noelle picks up Annie and whips her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Noelle bends over to set up a back body drop. Annie counters with a sunset flip. But Noelle rolls through it, gets to her feet and follows up with a front dropkick to the face. She makes the cover.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Noelle picks up Annie and whips her into the corner. She then charges into the corner. But Annie nails her with an elbow to the face. As Noelle stumbles back, Annie runs from out of the corner and goes for All That Glitters. But before Annie can plant her with the DDT, Noelle shoves Annie off of her. After Annie lands on her feet, she rushes over towards Noelle. But Noelle rocks her with a roundhouse kick. While Annie’s legs are wobbly, Noelle kicks her in the midsection and whips her into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a forearm strike. Noelle takes Annie and whips her into the opposite corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with another forearm strike. After moving Annie out of the way, Noelle hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs her and delivers the Beauty Mark. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Lose My Breath” blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, NOELLE SMITH!

The crowd continues to cheer as Noelle gets her arm raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: What a hard fought match that was!

Stephy Auger: Those two hit each other hard. They probably hit each other even harder, given the sentiments that’s been shared between the two recently. But in the end, it was Noelle Smith that picks up the win.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

“Burn Brighter” by Landsdowne hits and the audience cheers loudly as Sean Sands slowly steps out from behind the curtain. The former FGA World champion is dressed in street clothes, wearing jeans and a “Property of FGA” tee. He smiles at the audience before he slowly makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with fans.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Sean Sands is in the house!

Stephy Auger: And considering he usually doesn't like to take up time during a show which he is not booked to wrestle in, this is a rare sight.

Once ringside, Sands quickly walks up the steel steps before he enters the ring. Staring out at the audience, Sean walks over to J.A. Aldridge and kindly asks him for his microphone. Aldridge hands it over, then exits the ring, leaving the entire ring to Sean. After clearing his throat, Sands moves the mic up to his lips before he speaks.

Sean Sands: First things first, it feels great to be back here in New York!

Cheap pop gets a smirk out of Sean Sands, who slowly starts pacing the ring. He continues to stare out at the audience as he speaks, however.

Sean Sands: But let’s get down to business. I came out here for a reason and I don't want to take too much time away from this show.

Sands then raises two fingers up in his right hand as he holds the mic with his left.

Sean Sands: Two weeks ago, at the four year anniversary show, I took on one of my least favorite people of all time, Chris Q. Actually, who am I kidding? Chris Q IS my least favorite person.

The audience boos as Sands chuckles, knowing they'd have that reaction.

Sean Sands: That's the reaction most usually give when you talk about that...piece of garbage. Now, heading into our match two weeks ago, Chris Q and I had met in singles competition twice before. But both of those times were for the title that is now around Chandler Scott’s waist.

Sean clenches his jaw as Chandler gets a mixed reaction from the audience. Sands obviously isn't happy that the title could've been around his waist but was won by Scott earlier this year instead.

Sean Sands: In those previous two matches, we split the results. I beat him in what was considered an upset over two years to get my only title reign in this company....and then he beat me nearly two months later to regain the gold. So our little series was tied at 1-1 heading into this. And of course, there was a lot of bad blood between the two of us. Most of it stemmed from the fact that the moment I set my sights on the FGA championship, he got worried and started to play mind tricks. Did his sneak attacks and messed with my clothes and all that stuff a lot of other wrestlers have done, especially those that can't win a match clean to save their life. But this match we had at the four year anniversary show was our tiebreaker, and boy, what a tiebreaker.

Sands looks out at the audience as a small smile appears on his face while looking out at the audience.

Sean Sands: That's right. In our third match, our tiebreaker....I....BEAT...THE BIG BAD’S ASS!

The audience lets out a roar of approval as Sean continues.

Sean Sands: All those months of frustration just poured out of me during those like two minutes or whatever and I just laid into that human waste. All those months of remembering what Q had done to me lead to me doing what I did to him. And it...felt....GOOD!

The audience lets out another round of cheering as Sean now comes to a complete stop, a small smirk on his face.

Sean Sands: But after beating his ass, I made my way to the back, went to the locker room, and changed back into street clothes. After doing all of that, it hit me...this is the ending to my road to redemption. You see, when I originally came back around last year, I believed that my road to redemption was about regaining the top title here in FGA. I thought it was about getting another reign with the title, but this time, holding it longer and actually defending it. But after beating Chris Q, I realized it wasn't my not so great title reign that I was looking to redeem myself for. It was the loss to Chris Q at Final Frontier that I needed to redeem myself for. It was letting that asshole get in my head and eventually making me look like nothing more of a sucker that night. And it makes sense now that it wasn't about the title because while I would have liked to have been World champ one more time, a World title wasn't even on my mind of me possibly capturing when I first started my career. Hell, I started off my career as a tag team wrestler.

Sean then tilts his head as he looks up at the stands.

Sean Sands: Which really makes my abysmal record in tag wrestling here show just how good I am tag wrestling.

Sands gives the audience a small grin as a few laughs are heard throughout the audience.

Sean Sands: But when I started, my goal wasn't to be World champion. It was to make a name for myself. And I'd like to think that good or bad, I have made a name for myself.

Round of applause from the New York audience.

Sean Sands: Which I guess, throughout this long rant, leads me to this. After beating Chris Q and finally redeeming myself for that loss to him, I have decided...that I'm retiring from professional wrestling.

The majority of the audience stays silent while a few people boo Sean’s decision. But once Sands raises up his hand, they all go silent.

Sean Sands: I know this isn't a popular decision with some of you, but it's what I want to do. I have nothing else left to do that could make my career any better. I've held a top title...TWICE. I've won a major tournament. I've beaten some great wrestlers and I've shared the ring with some of the best wrestlers in the world. Which makes it that much easier to officially end my career...but I won't walk away until I have one final match at the same event I was embarrassed at by Chris Q; Final Frontier. But the question is, who do I want my last ever opponent to be?

The audience members shout out different members of the roster and some former members, one making Sands stop in his tracks.

Sean Sands: No, I will not wrestle A.J. Fairchild at Final Frontier.

The audience cheers as Sean listens to a few more suggestions thrown his way before raising his hand, immediately getting them to quiet down.

Sean Sands: I've decided that if I want anyone to be my last ever wrestling opponent before I hang them up, it's going to be someone that I consider the future of FGA, though that future could be very near. If I want anyone to be my last ever opponent, it's going to be someone I already faced, but know that they can give me a better fight than that. So, please come out to this ring so we can make it official....CYNCITY.

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

“Dam Dadi Do” fills the arena speakers as the New York audience comes unglued for Miss No DVD Tapings Off, - aka, the Barber of FGA. Cyncity walks out onto the top of the entrance ramp with her ring gear on and waves toward the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Well I’ll be damned! Sean Sands versus Cyncity at Final Frontier in Sean’s last professional wrestling match?!

Stephy Auger: That’s right, Kris! I’m still stunned by the news of Sean’s retirement, but Cyncity versus Sean Sands is damn near a dream match!

Kris Cruise: And we’re getting it at Final Frontier!

Once Cyncity reaches ringside, she looks up toward the ring and waves at Sean, her facial expression reading a bit of reluctance. She walks around the ring and slaps the hands of a few lucky fans at ringside before she walks over toward J.A. Aldridge and gets a microphone from him. With the microphone in hand, Cyncity steps toward the ring steps, walking up them before she enters the ring. Now in the ring, she waits for her music die down,and finally moves the microphone closer to her chin.

Cyncity: You know, I…

Cyncity’s immediately cut off by the crowd chanting her name, pausing for a moment to take it all in.

Kris Cruise: New York loves Cyncity!

Stephy Auger: Philadelphia is where she calls home now, but Cyncity was born and raised in New York. This state will always hold a special place in her heart and vise versa.

Cyn tries to calm the crowd down with a smirk on her face until she turns her head and looks at Sean. For whatever reason, the smirk immediately went away from Cyncity’s face as she lowers the microphone and lets out a sigh.

Stephy Auger: The hell? Looks like her mood just went from CYNCITY to just… Cindy.

Kris Cruise: I hear looking at Sands has that effect on some people.

Cyncity continues to stare at Sean as Sean asks “what’s wrong” away from the microphone. Cyn simply shakes her head and flings the microphone to ground, saying some words back in Sean’s direction that the crowd couldn’t hear.

Stephy Auger: Can you hear what she’s saying?!

Kris Cruise: Nope.

While speaking, Cyn points around at the crowd in the entire arena, then points at herself, then back at Sean. Sean seems confused by Cindy’s words, looking as if he were trying to reassure her about something, but, she just waves him off. She takes a step forward, gives Sean a hug, and then exits the ring without saying another word. Cyn never turns her head back as Sean and the crowd watch her walk up the entrance ramp with somewhat of a sad look on her face.

Kris Cruise: Somebody needs to find out what Cyn just said to Sean!

Stephy Auger: And what Sean said back to Cyn!

Sean stares at Cyn...before he turns to the audience and raises the mic to his lips once more.

Sean Sands: It's official. Sands vs Cyncity at Final Frontier...in my last match ever.

Sands drops the mic and makes his way out of the ring, looking at the audience that is applauding him. Giving them a nod, Sands begins making his way to the back.

Kris Cruise: You think we're going to find out what they said to one another?

Stephy Auger: Probably not, but I'm excited even more for Final Frontier now!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Izzy Anders vs. Johnny Karma

he 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, having braved the Ronkonkoma line so he can to be here this evening, he weighs in at a lean, a mean, a didn't-catch-anything-from-Charlie-Sheen 233lbs...hailing from Queens, NYC...

(Cherry pauses for cheap pop)

Cherry Baum: ...he is here to show the wrestling world...he is JOHNNY KARMA!!!

Karma takes a couple of steps forward as Cherry hands him the mic, but rather than speak immediately he takes a couple of seconds to milk the hometown crowd for all it's worth

Johnny Karma: ...wasn't I just here about half an hour ago?

Karma gives a mock shrug

Johnny Karma: So, anyway, New York City...

(cheap pop the second)

Johnny Karma: ...tonight, for your viewing pleasure, I will be doing what each and every one of you paid to see: wrestle. Not attack somebody from behind while wearing a mask, not injure members of the roster, not cost people a spot in the Frontier Lions Cup final for the sake of it, and not tarnishing the legacy of any titles more and more every second - wrestle. So while certain individuals stick to using shock tactics to get noticed like they're a walking, talking Fox News, I'll be here to remind everyone that there's something worth watching that won't leave you needing to take a shower afterwards.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry before walking towards the nearest corner and performing a couple of last minute stretches

In an instance, "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine almost blasts the speakers useless. A light red shade spreads among the crowd. When the overpowering sounds of the song settle only a tad, Izzy makes her way out. She walks out, stepping close to the camera operator. Izzy puts up a boxing stance, throws a few, playful strikes at the camera, and gives the camera a smile before turning back to the ring. She rhythmically makes her way down to the ring, cracking her knuckles. She offers her hands to the audience, slapping any outstretched hands with passion and glee.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada! She is the reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… IZZY ANDERS!

She reaches ringside and proceeds to walk around the whole ring, greeting every fan there. She walks by the commentary team, yelling out at them. "You all ready for this?!" she yells before, getting onto the ring apron. She ascends the top rope, headbanging to the vigorous song. She leaps into the ring, bouncing around, keeping her intensity at an all-time high. Even as she stops moving around the ring, she still opts to bounce about.

Kris Cruise:  Izzy Anders successfully defended her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship once again when she retained against Camellia D. Magna. While this isn’t a title match, she now faces an even tougher opponent than Johnny Karma.

Stephy Auger: Izzy’s had a bit of a chip on her shoulder as of late. And I’m sure that’s not going to change tonight as she steps into hostile territory. Johnny Karma has been trying to make amends with the FGA roster as he tries turn over a new leaf. But there’s one group of people that has always accepted Karma and that’s New York City. Izzy’s stepping into Karma’s backyard tonight. She can’t let the boos and the cheers for the Karmic Lion knock her off her game. As long as she stays focused on the task at hand, she could very well walk away with another win here tonight.

The bell sounds as Karma and Izzy lock up. After jockeying for position, Karma places Izzy in a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. He then spins Izzy around before planting her with Instant Karma. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Izzy kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Karma isn’t wasting anytime here tonight.

Stephy Auger: He’s got a hometown crowd to entertain, Kris!

Karma picks her up, moves her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Izzy and goes for an irish whip. But Izzy reverses, sending Karma into the opposite corner. Izzy then runs across the ring and goes for a running European Uppercut. But Karma counters with an NYC Uppercut, sending Izzy stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. Karma then runs from out of the corner and throws out another NYC Uppercut. But Izzy ducks and counters with a bridging backslide.

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Karma kicks out.

After both grapplers get back to their feet, Izzy quickly places Karma in a side headlock. But Karma is quick to shove Izzy off of him and into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, she slides through Karma’s legs, reaches down and yanks him down to the canvas. She quickly hops on top of him, placing him in a front facelock. The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. But Karma wags his finger at him, refusing to quit. After Karma battles his way back up to his feet, he moves Izzy into the ropes, where the ref gives them until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE.... TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Izzy slowly lets go of the hold. As Karma stands up, Izzy cracks him across the face with a forearm strike, resulting in a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Karma turns and stumbles away from Izzy. But Izzy comes up from behind, turns Karma around and nails him with another forearm strike. She then takes Karma by the arm and wrenches it. But Karma’s quick to reach over and counter with an arm wrench of his own. The crowd cheers as Karma successfully reverse the maneuver. The ref asks Izzy if she wants to give up. But she refuses to quit. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. But Karma’s quick to reach out and deliver another arm wrench. Izzy then rolls forward, turns over onto her knees, flips over with a headstand and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. But again, Karma is quick to reach over and deliver another arm wrench. Izzy then cartwheels over, turn and pops Karma right in the mouth with another forearm strike. She then takes Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Izzy leans forward to set up a back body drop. But Karma stops, grabs Izzy, slowly turns and then drops her with the Bum Trip. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Izzy kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Things aren’t going well for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion.

Stephy Auger: No they are not. Izzy needs to do something and fast. It’s bad enough that Karma’s in control. But this crowd is just going to give Karma more and more confidence.

Karma picks up Izzy, brings her over towards the ropes and goes for a slingshot suplex. But Izzy blocks the move. So Karma tries to lift her up for another slingshot suplex but again, Izzy blocks the move. After a punch to the midsection, Izzy quickly grabs Karma by the arm, steps through the ropes and then drops down, delivering The Break Up across the middle rope to a mixture of cheers and boos. Karma immediately clutches his arm as he stumbles into the nearest set of ropes. Izzy then slides in from behind, turns Karma around and delivers a series of knife edge chops of her own. After delivering a shoot kick to the chest, she takes Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Izzy into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, Karma sets up for a back body drop. But Izzy stops and nails him across the back of the head with an ax kick, knocking him down. She makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Izzy quickly takes Karma’s arm, presses it firmly against the canvas and delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. Izzy then brings Karma back to his feet and delivers an arm wrench. She follows up with a kick to the midsection before delivering another arm wrench. Izzy then grabs a solid hold of Karma’s wrist before delivering an arm wringer, sending Karma shoulder-first onto the canvas. There’s a loud mixture of cheers and boos at the sight of Karma in pain. Izzy picks up Karma, brings him over across the ring and then hammerlocks his arm around the top rope. The ref quickly gives Izzy until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Izzy lets go… only to kick the arm while it’s still around the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Karma may have controlled the early portion of this match. But Izzy’s taken a hold of this one over the last several minutes.

Stephy Auger: And she needs to keep a hold of it, too. Continue working over the arm. Leave Karma with one less weapon to use.

Izzy takes Karma, brings him away from the ropes and delivers a double knee armbreaker. Karma bounces off her knees and turns away as he clutches his arm in pain. Izzy then stands over Karma before proceeding to stomp away on the arm. She then reaches down and tries to yank Karma up by the arm. But Karma locks his hands together. So Izzy steps over him and delivers a shoot kick to the small of the back. She then reaches down and slowly wrenches his arm. But as he turns back towards him, Karma reaches over and pops her with a right hand. He then nails her with another punch… and another… and ano-NO! Izzy kicks him in the midsection before bringing him down with a single arm DDT. She makes the cover.

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Karma gets his good shoulder up.

Izzy picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Izzy knocks him down with a roundhouse kick. She then points to the top rope as she walks across the ring. She then steps through the ropes and goes to climb the turnbuckles. But she quickly steps back down onto the apron upon hearing the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Izzy needs to ignore this crowd. She’s got her supporters. But this is Karma Country, so of course most of this crowd is going to be in his back pocket.

Stephy Auger: She’s wasting precious time here, Kris.

Izzy then proceeds to climb the turnbuckles. After climbing to the top turnbuckle, she jumps off, going for a diving double knee drop to the arm. But Karma rolls out of the way, causing Izzy to crash and burn to a roar of cheers.

Kris Cruise: And the high risk does not pay off for Izzy Anders!

After both grapplers get up, Izzy throws out another roundhouse kick, but Karma swats it down. He then begins to rattles off a snapping jabs. He then throws out a right hook to complete Sugar Ray Karma. But Izzy ducks and locks on a hammerlock from behind. She tries to bring him down to the mat with the Boa Constrictor. But Karma reaches back, grabs her and throws him down in front of him. Izzy gets back to her feet, but Karma knocks her down with a back elbow to the face. Izzy gets back up, but Karma runs over and delivers another back elbow. As Izzy returns to her feet, Karma kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over. He then takes Izzy, runs and hops over the top rope, delivering Macho Karma to cheers from the crowd. As Izzy stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off and knocks her down with a flying double ax handle smash. He makes the cover.

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Izzy gets her shoulder up.

Karma picks Izzy and goes for an irish whip. But Izzy reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Izzy sets up for a back body drop. But Karma stops, setting her up for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up to an explosion of cheers.

Kris Cruise: This crowd is going wild for Karma.

But before Karma can lift her up, Izzy counters with a standing double leg takedown. She tries to set him up for a reverse indian deathlock. But Karma shoves her off of him with his free leg. After both grapplers get up, Izzy throws out another roundhouse kick. But Karma ducks, grabs her from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Izzy rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet, turns him around and blasts him in the face with a palm strike, followed by a set up enzuigiri that knocks him down. Izzy brings Karma back to his feet and goes for Dirty Dancin’. But Karma catches the first kick. He then turns Izzy away from him and grabs her from behind, only to spend her around and knocks her down with a wrist clutch into a short-arm Bionic Elbow. The crowd explodes into cheers as Izzy goes down.

Kris Cruise: Hard Times! Hard Times, daddy! Hard Times!

Karma makes the cover.

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THREE!

“When The Levee Breaks” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes into cheers.

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

After Cherry gets in the ring, he and Karma raise each others arms to a roar of cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Karma picks up a win in front of the hometown crowd. But Izzy Anders didn’t make it easy.

Stephy Auger: No, she did not. If it weren’t for her getting distracted, she might have finished this match off with the diving knee drop. But Karma was able to capitalize on her mistake and come away with the win.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The show returns from the commercial break to find Izzy Anders heading back to her locker room after tonight’s disappointing defeat against Johnny Karma; it’s come as a crushing blow to a woman who has felt on top of the world after defeating Fujiko Mine two weeks ago at the Anniversary Show. Plus the masked man hadn’t felt the need to attack her that night, and she got to watch Dom Harter skulk away with his tail between his legs after getting his head shaved.

But now…

She looks down at the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship title belt in her hands, the frustrations about her performance tonight evident in her face as she opens the door to her locker room.

Izzy Anders: What the-

She’s interrupted, however; the masked man was waiting inside the door for her, catching Izzy by surprise as he shoots a forearm smash into her face, sending the Legacy champion stumbling backwards. She has the wherewithal to put up her defense, but the masked man strikes again, a boot to the sternum sending Izzy flying back against the wall. The masked attacker steps forward, but Anders catches him with an instinctive back elbow as he approaches.

He stumbles back a step, but Anders is still weary from her match. Her follow up strike is blocked and countered by a huge right hand. Izzy staggers as the man in black grabs her by the collar and waist band, and he throws her through the double swinging doors. Anders stumbles further as the pair of them find themselves deep in the atrium of the arena. She turns to swing, but again the attacker has it scouted. He fires off several stiff looking punches to the face before Anders can respond. But her elbow smash doesn’t connect flush.

The masked man drives a knee upwards into her gut, doubling Anders over again, before he throws her headlong into one of the empty containers that the sound crew used to transport their equipment - they still have very little give in, even when empty. The crew members nearby begin to scatter as Anders picks herself up. Slowly but surely, she regains her footing as the masked man grabs up a nearby steel folding chair. He rams the edge into her midsection, doubling her over again before the masked man slams the chair down across the spine of Izzy Anders!

The Legacy champion shouts out in pain; she falls to her knees as the masked man rears back, raising the chair up high before bringing it down across Izzy’s forehead! The force is such that the chair bends upon impact; Anders slumps down to the cold, hard floor, blood begin to trickle out of the fresh cut on her forehead.

The masked man begins to chuckle as he stands over Anders, before tossing the chair away. He grabs her by the hair, dragging her further down the corridor. The remaining members of the backstage crew get the hell out of dodge at the sight of a man dressed in all black dragging a bloodied and beaten Izzy Anders down the hallway towards them. Another set of doors swings open, and the pair find themselves out in the car park on this chilly New York evening.

Anders is thrown to the ground, tumbling over the tarmac before coming to a stop. There’s a few more scrapes and cuts picked up along the way before Izzy forces her way back up to all fours. Her breathing labored and heavy. The blood begins to flow from that cut on her forehead. And the masked man takes a run up before punting her in the face!

Izzy falls onto her back, but the masked man grabs her by the ankle and drags her further afield, heading deeper into the car park and towards a Toyota Corolla. She’s picked up and placed onto the hood of the car before the masked man climbs up after her. He lifts her up, placing Anders in a standing headscissors as a crowd begins to gather. One or two wrestlers, and a lot of security or backstage personnel have gathered around the doorway, watching from a distance as the masked man delivers a piledriver onto the hood of the Corolla. Izzy’s head bouncing off the metal as she slips further into unconsciousness.

The masked man scoops the out cold champion up into his arms, cradling her in one arm as he uses his free hand to pull the mask up off his face. A gasp can be heard from the crowd as the grinning face of Dom Harter is seen.

Dom Harter: Do you still want me to beg, Izzy?

He says with biting sarcasm, before waiting for the answer that will never come, grinning from ear to ear all the while.

Dom Harter: Do I still need to plead with you to get what I want? Please, Izzy, please will you face for me for that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship? I think I deserve it now…

He says before chuckling again, his gaze focused on the bloodied face of Izzy Anders. Dom runs two fingers across her forehead, smearing some of his foe’s blood on them as the show cuts back to ringside.