Final Frontier

[FGA Office]

Hammerstein Ballroom at the Manhattan Center
New York City, NY

The feed opens up to a wide shot of the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City, NY. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd while we transition to the ringside area, where Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger are standing by...

Kris Cruise: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to FGA’s year end Pay Per View extravaganza! We started 2015 on A New Odyssey! Tonight, we reach our Final Frontier! I’m Kris Cruise, alongside Stephy Auger, ready to bring you all of tonight’s action! We’ve got a jam packed lineup, don’t we, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: We sure do. We’ve got eight matches on tonight’s card. Four of which will be championship matches. You heard right! All the titles here in FGA will be on the line tonight!

Kris Cruise: We’ve got to talk about the first of four title matches tonight. Dom Harter goes one on one with Izzy Anders for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship.

Stephy Auger: It’s no secret that Dom badly wants to become a Grand Slam Champion. But we really saw the lows he’d stoop to with his attack on Izzy on the last edition of Vertigo. Totally uncalled for. Whatever consequences he faces for his actions tonight, he brought them on himself.

Kris Cruise: In our second title fight, Tony Carmine defends his Pride Championship against Johnny Cannon.

Stephy Auger: Tony may have been unsuccessful in his bid to become World Champion. But he’s still the Pride Champion. Love him or hate him, he's been a successful Pride Champion at that. He successfully turned away Evangelista not too long ago. Now, he’s got to face another top contender to his title, Johnny Cannon. Cannon’s had eyes on the Pride Champion since stepping foot in FGA several months ago. Now, Cannon’s finally got the match he’s been waiting for. If his actions in his match against Evangelista are any indication, Cannon will indeed cross the line if it means securing a win.

Kris Cruise: In our third championship match of the evening, Whiskey Dex will defend their Tag Team Titles against Annie Zellor and…. well, we’re not really sure.

Stephy Auger: Annie Zellor’s pushed away a lot of people with her actions lately. One of those people was her tag team partner, Laurel Anne Hardy. Tired of seeing her friends at each other’s necks over championships, Hardy took her ball and went home. This now leaves Annie up the creek without a paddle and a tag team partner. From what I’ve heard, Hardy isn’t in the building at all. So I have no idea what Annie is going to do out there tonight. She can't possibly go against Whiskey Dex two on one? That'd be insane.

Kris Cruise: And in our main event, Chandler Scott defends his World Championship against Zero McHannon.

Stephy Auger: Zero’s got the chance to be the one that knocked off Chandler Scott and win the World Title. But there have been a line of people before Zero that thought the same thing and lost. Can Zero do what so many others have failed to do? Or will Chandler once again reign supreme?

Kris Cruise: We’ve got a lot of action for you tonight. So let’s send it down to the ring for the introductions...

Chris Bond vs. Luke Jackson

Kris Cruise:: And now it’s time to start the show off with a grudge match of sorts between The Battle Hardened Veteran and The Kid.

Stephy Auger: Luke Jackson hasn’t had the best of starts here in FGA, and his attitude recently drew the ire of Chris Bond, who felt Luke was disrespecting the business and the company with his whining.

Kris Cruise:: And after the little incident at the Four Year Anniversary show when they found themselves on the losing end of a tag team match against Camellia D. Magna and Salem Cartier. But tonight they finally settle their differences!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 242 pounds … CHRRIIIIIIISSSS BOOOOONNNNND!

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

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

Kris Cruise:: The head trainer of LDFC looking set for action tonight. Do you think he has what it takes to pull off the win tonight?

Stephy Auger: Never count out Luke Jackson; he’s had a hunger about him in recent weeks, and he’ll want this win tonight to show Chris Bond that he’s no joke.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 165 pounds … ‘THE KID’ LUUUUUUKE JAAAAAACCCCKKKKSON!

“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 A’s cap. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring, before sliding in under the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise:: Here we go!

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring; the crowd here in the Hammerstein Ballroom start a dual chant for both Luke and Chris, and the competitors acknowledge this with a wave of the hand. After a few more moments, the two lock up collar and elbow tie up. Luke gains the initial advantage, going behind with a rear waistlock. He tries to lift Bond up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Bond hooks the leg to block. The Battle Hardened Veteran plants his feet and tries to pry his opponent’s hand apart before managing to counter with a standing wrist lock. He goes under, wrenching the arm once. The pressure is applied, forcing The Kid down to one knee as he begins to fight back. With a flash of speed, Jackson manages to reverse the hold, applying a wrist lock of his own. It’s enough to catch Bond by surprise.

Stephy Auger: Both men jockeying for position here in the early goings.

The Battle Hardened Veteran pulls out a surprise move of his own, flipping through the air and rolling through to break the hold. He keeps hold of one arm, going behind his opponent with a hammerlock before transitioning into a headlock takedown. And that’s where they stay for a few seconds as Bond keeps the headlock applied. The referee drops down to count in case Luke’s shoulders hit the mat, but The Kid manages to hook his legs around the head of Chris Bond, forcing a break.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet and have a tense stare off; Bond begins to circle the ring once more as Jackson holds his position. As Bond moves in again for another tie-up, he goes low with a double leg takedown. Bond goes against the ropes for some momentum, but Jackson flips onto his front as Bond is forced to hop over him and hit the ropes again. Jackson leap frogs his approaching opponent, and again Bond hits the ropes, coming back into a picture perfect dropkick!

Kris Cruise:: Great height on the dropkick there by Luke Jackson!

Bond scrambles back to his feet, but Luke is ready for him. An arm drag takes the veteran down, but again he scrambles back to his feet. Another arm drag sends Bond across the ring and out onto the apron, where he stands back up. But Jackson is already up and runs at his opponent, sliding through the legs with a baseball slide before pulling Bond’s legs out from under him! The Veteran falls to the floor below, hitting his head on the apron on the way down! He slumps back against the ring as Jackson peppers him with some forearm shots to the face.

Jackson grabs his opponent around the head and bounces it off the apron again before rolling him back into the ring. The Kid hops up onto the apron and leaps over the top rope with a slingshot somersault senton before going for the cover.

ONE!
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Bond kicks out.

Stephy Auger: Luke Jackson in firm control here.

Kris Cruise:: He’s really taking the fight to Chris Bond here. There’s no doubting his spirit if he keeps this up.

Jackson drags Bond back up to his feet, performing an Irish whip that sends the veteran running towards the corner. The Kid runs in after him, but Bond raises the boot, driving it right into the face! Jackson staggers back a couple of steps, allowing Bond time to recompose himself as he charges out of the corner with a clothesline! Down goes Luke. He hurries back to his feet, only to get knocked down by another clothesline. As The Kid gets back up a second time, Bond sets off against the ropes, coming back with a huge lariat that knocks Luke ass over teakettle! And a lateral press.

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TWO!
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Luke kicks out!

Undeterred, Bond sits his opponent up and applies a rear chinlock. It doesn’t take for long for Luke to beginning fighting his way out, working his way up to a kneeling position as he fires off a couple of side elbows to the midsection. It’s enough to weaken Bond’s grip as Jackson breaks free and runs against the ropes – only to get caught by an overhead belly-to-belly!

Kris Cruise:: Did you see the distance Bond got on that suplex?

The Kid lands in a heap near the ropes; the fans cheering the moves as the LDFC trainer stands tall in the center of the ring. Bond lies in wait, urging Luke to fight through the pain and get back up; The Kid drags himself up using the ropes and staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Bond, who performs a German suplex. But he keeps his hands wrapped around the waist. Bond drags his opponent back up again and performs a second German suplex. But he still has his hands wrapped around the waist; he drags Luke up to his feet once more, and goes for another German suplex – NO!

Jackson lands on his feet; as Bond gets back to his feet, The Kid fires off a desperation superkick! A cheer goes up from the crowd as Bond teeters before falling backwards – but Luke collapses before he can capitalize!

Stephy Auger: Out of sheer desperation, Luke Jackson managed to get a huge superkick off. But can he make the cover?

Kris Cruise:: He has to, he might have this one won right here.

Jackson begins to crawl, slowly but surely, edging closer to where his opponent is down and out. The fans urging him on as Luke manages to drape an arm across the chest.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOOO!

Chris Bond gets the shoulder up, and the fans can’t believe it! Luke rolls off his opponent in shock; both men are down on their backs, but after a few seconds The Kid sits upright. He moves towards the ropes, using them to get back to his feet as Bond begins to stir in the center of the ring. Dazed, Bond throws a clothesline as he sees his opponent approaching. But The Kid ducks under the arm and counters with an atomic drop. Bond staggers away, clutching his coccyx in pain as Jackson hits the ropes, coming back with a bulldog.

The fans are getting behind The Kid here as he pulls Bond back to his feet and drops him with a body slam near the corner.

Kris Cruise:: What does he have in mind here?

Luke points towards the turnbuckle, drawing a cheer from the crowd as he begins to climb. Facing out towards the crowd, Jackson reaches the top turnbuckle whereupon he poses for the fans, his arms outstretched, before flying through the air with a moonsault – connects! He hooks the leg!

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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Luke sits up in shock, staring at the referee, who assures him it was only a two count.

Kris Cruise:: How did Chris Bond kick out of that one?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, but this match continues.

Bond rolls out of the ring so he can catch his breath as Jackson remains in the ring. He gets up from his seated position and stands by the ropes. The crowd warning Bond not to turn around, but the Veteran looks up in time to see Luke slingshot over the top rope and catch his opponent with a hurricanrana – NO! Bond catches him and holds him up in the air before powerbombing Luke Jackson down across the ring apron!

Kris Cruise:: Holy hell!

Jackson arches his back in pain as Bond pushes him further into the ring, sliding in afterwards. The Battle Hardened Veteran crawls closer, but Luke rolls away again, before finally being covered.

ONE!
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THRE-NOO!

Luke gets the shoulder up at the last second, and this time it’s Bond’s turn to sit in disbelief. He forces himself back to his feet, resting in the corner to catch his breath again as Jackson pushes himself up to a vertical base in the middle of the ring. The Kid turns around to see Bond storming out of the corner with a lariat, but he ducks under the arm. Jackson counters with several kicks to the body before running against the ropes himself, only to get caught with a spinebuster.

Stephy Auger: With authority.

Bond kneels over his opponent, holding his midsection after those kicks a moment ago. Jackson is beginning to stir; The Kid pushes himself up, determined to fight on, but he’s dazed. Bond hooks his arm around the neck of Luke Jackson and delivers his End of Days, driving The Kid face first into the mat before rolling him over and hooking the leg.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise:: He did it, Stephy, but that was probably a tougher match than Chris Bond was expecting tonight.

Stephy Auger: Oh no doubt; he wanted Luke Jackson to bring the fight to him, and that’s exactly what he did. I thought it was over after that moonsault, but Bond showed why he’s managed to survive in this business for seventeen years with a gutsy performance.

Bond stands tall in the middle of the ring as the referee raises his arm; out of the corner of his eye he sees Luke moving, and The Battle Hardened Veteran offers a hand to help him up. The crowd cheering them both on as The Kid gratefully accepts it. Both competitors exchange a handshake before raising their arms in the air, Luke pointing at Bond as they do so.

Stephy Auger: And a display of sportsmanship to close the match, what a feel good moment for these two.

Kris Cruise:: That’s the first match down, now lets see what the rest of Final Frontier has to offer us.

[FGA Office]

The view moves backstage to see Spencer Burke standing, center frame. Behind him is an FGA banner. He doesn’t stay idle for long, speaking up within a moment of the camera focusing on him.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Fujiko Mine.

The aforementioned Fujiko steps into the frame with a small smile, the cheers from the crowd radiating backstage. She seems to hear them, smiling a little bit wider as a result. She stands next to Spencer wearing a Renati Brand shirt for fellow FGA talent, Evangelista. She breaks eye contact with the camera to focus her gaze on Spencer.

Fujiko Mine: Thanks for the time, Spencer.

Spencer Burke: It is a honor. Now, Ms. Mine, it’s been quite some time since we have seen you here in FGA. I’m sure inquiring minds would love to know how you’ve been biding your time.

Fujiko tugs lightly at the bottom hem of her shirt, giving it some thought before answering.

Fujiko Mine: Honestly? Just watching. I paid attention to Zero and Chandler...listened to what they had to say about each other, and about other people on roster. I’ve just been watching what’s been going on. But not from home, no. I was the first one in the building today, and I was the first one in the building at Vertigo. But I was back here, watching.

Spencer Burke: And, has anything in particular peaked your interest at all?

There is no sly smirk on Fujiko’s face, as is the norm. In fact, there is no smile on her face at all. She looks...reluctant. She looks like she would rather not answer the question, in fear of what it leads to. But she inhales through her nose, exhales through her mouth, and speaks up.

Fujiko Mine: It all has. Everything. A few months back, I was sitting at the top of another company as their top champion. I’d managed to end the reign of a woman people dubbed unstoppable. And I did that. But I felt like I was being hindered. So I negotiated my release so that I could be here full time. I wanted to be FGA’s resident Lady Luck, exclusive and all that. Because of the talent level here. Chandler Scott said that his FGA championship is one of the most prestigious in all of wrestling. And I totally agree. It is. And why wouldn’t I want to compete in a place with that? That level of prestige?

Fujiko Shrugs.

Fujiko Mine: I’d be silly to just be content with anything else. And while I’ve had to sit and endure some things, I ultimately decided that I can’t give up. This place, as odd as it sounds, needs me.

Fujiko still does not smile, as if the words were born out of some sense of bravado. She speaks from a matter-of-fact perspective.

Fujiko Mine: Why does FGA need Fujiko Mine, Spencer? It’s not because of some cocky crap that people will think I’m spewing just for attention. I’ll leave that to others who think that way. I’m saying that FGA needs me because I...and probably I alone still think there is hope for FGA. Hope that someone who is there for the fans can be one that they stand behind. Sure, I’m probably not looking that great, not coming out of the four year anniversary show with the title I wanted to liberate from its current owner. But I’m not the “trash” that some people claim I am. And furthermore, I am not scared of anyone on this roster.

Fujiko has something of cold stare on her face as her gaze shifts away from Spencer and towards the camera.

Fujiko Mine: Jimmy Page.

There is something of a murmur through the crowd as Fujiko says the name.

Fujiko Mine: The last time we faced, I had you beat. This time, there won’t be an “almost” attached to it. You know where to find me. I’m in the building every week, regardless of if I have a match or not. My journey to prove myself goes through you.

She stands there, looking into the camera for a moment. She doesn’t attempt to look intimidating, she merely looks with intention. Without breaking the gaze, she says:

Fujiko Mine: Thank you for the time, Spencer.

She turns and heads out, leaving Spencer alone before the feed returns ringside.

[FGA Office]

Salem Cartier vs. Camellia D. Magna

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

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.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina… Camellia D. MAGNA!

After entering the ring, she moves to one corner, waiting patiently for her opponent.

Kris Cruise: Camellia D. Magna had a lot of nerve attacking Salem Cartier after their tag team win two weeks ago.

Stephy Auger: You would think she’d accept the fact that Salem got the better of her on one night. But instead, she’d held a grudge ever since and took it out on Salem after she got their team the win two weeks ago. But Cami may have made a mistake by crossing Salem.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent…

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.

"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…

J.A. Aldridge: Residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada… She is The Dark Crystal, SALEM CARTIER!

“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.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Once the opening bell sounds, both Salem and Camellia begin circling around the ring, looking for the right moment to strike. After a few seconds Camellia gets aggressive and charges toward Salem and attempts a clothesline, but Salem ducks out of it and waits for Camellia to turn back around. When Camellia faces Salem, FGA’s resident smirks and waves sarcastically at her opponent, triggering Camellia to run toward her and go for another clothesline! Salem ducks once again, and this time kicks Camellia in the back of the kneecap, following up with a rolling snapmare!

With Camellia in a seated position, Salem immediately bounces up to her feet and goes for her trademark buzzsaw kick, but Camellia ducks her head and pulls Salem’s legs out from under her! Camellia transitions over to the top of Salem’s body and wraps her up in a headlock, but Salem pushes herself up to feet and shoves Camellia way. Both ladies come to the center of the ring and tie up, with Salem pushes Camellia back against the ropes. The referee starts his five count, but Camellia pulls Salem down, sending both ladies to the apron and then to the floor, still locked in a collar and elbow tie up!

They spin one another around outside the ring until Camellia pushes Salem back against the guardrail and follows it up with a knee to the midsection. Camellia tries to whip Salem into the apron, but Salem puts the brakes on and takes Camellia down with a lariat takedown!

ONE!

TWO!

The referee starts his ten count, but Salem doesn’t seem to care! She starts pounding away on Camellia ’s face with rights and lefts, finally pulling her up to her feet.Salem goes for a double underhook suplex, but Camellia spins herself out of Salem’s grip, and almost decapitates Salem with a spinning roundhouse kick!

THREE!

FOUR!

Camellia looks over at the referee and pulls Salem up to her feet. She goes to bash Salem’s face off the apron, but Salem blocks it by putting her hands on the apron, and then elbowing Camellia in the midsection. Camellia lets go of her grip, allowing Salem to blast Camellia with a forward open palm strike!

FIVE!

SIX!

Stephy Auger: These two need to get back inside the ring before they’re counted out!

Kris Cruise: Right? If the referee would’ve started his ten count when they first got outside the ring this might’ve been over already.

Camellia stumbles back against the protective guardrail after the palm strike, and Salem was right there to blast her with a stiff elbow to the face. Salem follows that up by pulling Camellia towards the ring and sliding her in, finally bringing the action back to the squared circle. Salem leaps up onto the apron and waits for Camellia to rise, looking for some sort of springboard attack. Just as Camellia gets up, Salem leaps up onto the ropes and dives forward to land a beautiful springboard clothesline! Salem gets right back up to her feet, but as does Camellia . Salem sees this, runs the ropes, spring up to them, and this time lands a springboard back elbow on Camellia ! Camellia stays down and Salem makes the pin attempt.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Camellia kicks out at two, but Salem keeps the pressure on. She stomps down on Camellia ’s midsection before she pulls her up to her feet and irish whips her into the far right corner. Salem picks up a full head of steam and runs toward Camellia , but before Salem can attack, Camellia lifts her leg up and boots Salem right in the face! Salem stumbles back, allowing Camellia to charge forward and connect with a running calf kick! Camellia pulls Salem up to her feet, locks her arms around Salem’s head, and drops her face first with a reverse STO! Camellia spins Salem onto her back, hooks the leg, and watches as the referee gets in position to make the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Salem kicks out at two and a half. Camellia pulls her up by her hair and goes for a snap suplex, but Salem traps her foot in between her legs to block it, and follows it up a spinning neckbreaker of her own! Salem stands up to her feet and tries to lift Camellia up, but Camellia pulls Salem down and rolls her up in a small package!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR---KICKOUT!

Salem just barely kicks out before the three count after the unexpected small package by Camellia . With ladies scramble up to their feet, charge toward one another, but it’s Camellia who strikes first with a big dropkick square to the face!

Stephy Auger: Beautiful dropkick by Camellia there! She might have Salem right where she wants her now.

Kris Cruise: I thought she had her with that small package, Stephy! But, now it seems like Camellia has full control of the match.

Camellia pick Salem up and drags her toward the free corner to the left. She knees her in the midsection repeatedly and then sits her on top of the top turnbuckle. Camellia blast Salem with the right hand to the face and then climbs up to the middle rope, looking for a super belly to belly suplex. Camellia wraps her arms around Salem’s body and looks back at the center of the ring, but Salem prevents the attack from happening by moving her arms up and blasts Camellia in the face with a stiff right hand. Camellia lets go of the waist lock, allowing Salem to stand up on top the turnbuckle, flip over Camellia ’s back, and hit her with a sunset powerbomb! Both ladies stay down for a moment until Salem crawls toward Camellia and drapes her arm across her chest for the cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR---KICKOUT!

Camellia just kicks out before the count of two, surprising Salem and much of the rowdy New York crowd. Salem double checks the count with the referee before she scoots away from Camellia and calls for the “New Hampshire Handshake!” Salem positions herself in the corner and patiently waits for Camellia to rise up to her feet. Once she does, Salem picks up a running starts, leaps up into the air and goes for the superwoman elbow, but Camellia moves out of the way!

Salem’s momentum causes her to fall into the corner, allowing Camellia to bounce off the ropes, do a double handspring, and hit Salem with her patent “Crown of Thorns!” Salem falls to the canvas like a sack of bricks, Camellia moving her away from the ropes to make the cover…

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TWO!
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THR---NO!

Salem gets her shoulder up at the last possible moment! Camellia argues with the referee for a moment, telling him to count faster as she pulls Salem up to her feet. Camellia drives a knee into Salem’s abdomen and then whips her into the ropes, waiting for Salem to bounce back. Once she does, Camellia tucks her head for a back body drop, but Salem soccer kicks her in the face! Camellia falls back into the ropes, giving Salem the opening to hit her “Hijack Kevorkian!”

Salem sets Camellia in position, but Camellia pulls her head out from in between Salem’s legs, and nearly takes her head off with a huge lariat! After taking a momentary breather, Camellia scoops Salem up and slams her down to the mat with a scoop slam. She then rolls out of the ring and onto the apron to set up for her patent “Snapdragon Fire” springboard hurricanrana!

Stephy Auger: This is it! Camellia ’s about to go for the kill and pick up the big win!

Kris Cruise: She should’ve just kept taken it to Salem inside the ring! She’s giving her a chance to recover right now.

Camellia watches as Salem begins to stir. Salem gets to one bended knee and then plants her feet on the ground, her back still turned to Camellia . After wobbling around for a bit, Salem turns around and Camellia springs up to the ropes! Camellia dives forward, but Salem leaps up into the air and blasts Camellia with her “New Hampshire Handshake” superwoman elbow! Camellia hits the floor like a ton of bricks, allowing Salem to crawl on top of her, hook the leg, and watch as the referee slides into position to make the count…

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TWO!
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THREE!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner… SALEM CARTIER!

“Phenomena” fills the arena speakers as Salem Cartier slowly rises to her feet and gets her arm raised in the air by the referee. She looks down at the lifeless Camellia D. Magna and clutches her back, mouthing the words “good fight” in her direction.

Kris Cruise: Good win by Salem Cartier, who keeps the momentum going with her first FGA Pay Per View win.

Stephy Auger: Cami indeed put up a good fight. But tonight, payback was in order and payback was a witch.

Salem exits the ring and celebrates with some of the fans at ringside before Final Frontier goes to another part of the arena.

[FGA Office]

The scene fades in on Zero McHannon standing with Spencer Burke. McHannon was bouncing on the balls of his heels, prepping himself for the match tonight for the FGA World Championship against Chandler Scott. He pulls out the ear phones and lets them fall to his chest as he puts his arms on his hips and looks away from the camera, letting Spencer open the interview.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the number one contender for the FGA World Championship! He had a lot to say about this match coming up against Chandler Scott and we wanted to just cover a few of those points with him.

McHannon is nodding his head, listening, but it’s hard to tell where his mind is really at before going into a big match like this.

Spencer Burke: First of all, good luck in your match tonight. I’m guessing you’re looking to bring this redemption story full circle. However, some of the things you said rubbed some members on the roster the wrong way. They think you’re trying to take something away from Chandler by using their name. What are your thoughts on that?

McHannon looks up from the ground and to Spencer, giving a shrug of the shoulders.

Zero McHannon: I think if they’re going to get upset about it, then something I said must’ve struck home with them. I’m just pointing out how Chandler gets the support of our ever so loved talent, when they say they care about our fans. Makes you question how much they care about the fan’s opinion, or if they really care at all. But that makes me the bad guy, right? Not everyone has this “I don’t need to judge anyone, I’m better than that” attitude, but that can only take you so far in this business. But I guess if you’re not overly nice, then people think you’re trash for calling them out on something you’ve noticed for a while now. I wasn’t trying to take a cheap shot at them, just calling it like I see it. Not trying to take anything away from them either. Annie just thinks that title is staying on Chandler until her shot comes up, can’t blame her. Everyone has that mentality. Izzy looks up to him as a wrestler and what he has accomplished. Can’t blame her. What Chandler has accomplished as the world champion is amazing and should be a stepping stone for everyone who wants to be the best. Noelle is attracted to “bad boys”. Can’t blame her for that either. That’s just the way some people are.

Zero pauses for a moment and starts to think on how he wants to approach what he says next.

Zero McHannon: Look, when it comes to be an angel, I’m far from it. I’m not trying to win this world title for the people in the locker room. I’m trying to win this title for myself and the fans who hate seeing Chandler get away with the shit he does. So if they don’t like what I said, oh well. If they don’t take the fan’s opinion into consideration, that’s their problem. I don’t know how many times I have to say that Chandler Scott is one of the best wrestlers to ever grace a wrestling ring. I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself and praise his athletic ability to the roof and back. That’s not what I’m trying to take away from Chandler, because you can’t take that away from him. I’m also not here to please the people in the back because they make some questionable decisions. And I think that’s where Chandler has it wrong as well. Yes, I did praise his match against Andreas. Yes, I did praise him for everything he has accomplished and I never got butthurt over some of the things he might’ve fired back in my direction. This is Chandler Scott, the athlete. The wrestler. The man who wants to be the best. The man who can walk into that ring and beat anyone put in front of him. Some people need to learn the difference between the athlete in Chandler, and the person behind the athlete.

Another shrug of the shoulders as McHannon takes a few steps to the side, staying in frame of the camera.

Zero McHannon: I have never ONCE praised Chandler for the person he is. That’s where people have it twisted. I just haven’t had a need to bring it up until it was my time to step in the ring against him. Why would I? I’ve been focused on Jimmy Page, the Gold Rush Rumble, and the round robin tourney in my time here in FGA. I haven’t had the need to go at Chandler and strike him with the points I’ve wanted to make. Damage control. People saw me lace into Chandler and they didn’t like it because someone else’s words might’ve rang true this time. Am I supposed to be overly nice when he tried to downgrade Cindy Parker after she took him to every limit he had? Am I supposed to just brush off the fact that he took my head off after the main event on Vertigo? Some people might do that, but that isn’t the type of person I am. Heaven forbid that I brought the heat on Chandler and some of the other’s questionable likeness for him when flat out… he really isn’t a good person. Heaven forbid that I put what the fans want in front of their own feelings for the man. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I don’t want to just another face in the crowd who thinks the same things as everyone else on the roster, like some kind of robot.

Spencer nods his head and keeps the microphone up to McHannon so he can keep talking.

Zero McHannon: I called out that mentality, sue me. You know what those people haven’t done? Gone up against Chandler and had to face his shit face to face. They would’ve let Chandler throw shade on Cindy, shit on the fans and this company, and they would’ve probably ate it with kindness. Maybe this fans need to take a second thought on who they’re rooting for, eh? But it’s easy to for them to relate and get behind me when I see their pain and their struggle of having to put up with Chandler as long as they have. Tonight, I’m trying to end that. I’m trying to give them something to cheer for after world championship matches. I’m trying to give them someone to be proud of. And I’m trying to kick Chandler’s ass while I do just that. Make another piece of history to go with that Gold Rush elimination record I have.

Spencer Burke: You have some passion about this. What changed?

McHannon looks away and bites his lip, running a hand down his beard.

Zero McHannon: Maybe being blasted by a Bank Shot finally put me in the place I’ve need to be in? I’ve felt…. dull up to this point. For some reason, I finally feel like myself again. That’s what going up against the best will do to you, bring out the best in you. I finally feel at home with myself once again. I’ve tried to come back to America and be this image of the good guy who can get things done, instead of just being me. It took Brandon Banks turning on me and this match against Chandler to bring that emotion out. I realized that I have to get the gears going again, or be left in the dust and just become someone who “didn’t live up to the hype of their return”. This is me, hate it or love it.

Zero points towards the backstage arena.

Zero McHannon: But I’m not doing it for them.

He then points towards the curtains that lead you out to the arena.

Zero McHannon: It’s them I’m doing this for.

He then turns back towards the camera.

Zero McHannon: And now it has came to the surface that I can’t make both groups happy. If I have to choose, it’s an easy decision. Maybe they’re just starting to gun for me early because they finally seen my passion come out, and they seen me step up to the plate against Chandler, not willing to put up with his shit, and calling him out on the elephant in the room. Tonight I’m putting everything on the line… and when it’s over I’ll be able to hold my head high.

Spencer nods his head again and turns back towards the camera as Zero walks off to prepare further for his match.

Spencer Burke” Zero McHannon, everyone. I guess we will have to see tonight how things go, but I assure you now, it’s a must see.

[FGA Office]

Yun Goeun vs. Maurice Graham

“Breathe” by Fabolous hits and the lights begin to strobe. Maurice Graham walk out to the stage wearing a black towel over his head. Behind him is his manager Victoria Sinclair in high heels, a mini pencil skirt with matching low cut blazer. After doing a few air jabs to loosen up, he lifts up the towel revealing a devilish grin before he heads to the ring with his left fist in the air.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Victoria Sinclair! From Springfield, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is “The Machine” MAURICE GRAHAM!

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: The personal issues between Maurice Graham and Yun Goeun started two months ago in October when it was that woman right there, Victoria Sinclair, that laid Yun out with a flipping piledriver.

Stephy Auger: As it turned out, Sinclair was more than a pretty face. Of course, Yun learned that the hard way and ever since then, those two, along with Graham, have been getting altercations show after show. Which leads us to tonight, Kris. If Yun wins, then she gets Sinclair in the ring. This woman has gotten the jump on Yun over and over. But we’ll see how she fairs when she actually meets Yun face to face.

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

"Clap Your Hands" by Pink Dolls starts to play over the P.A. system as Yun Goeun emerges from the backstage area. In the past, the crowd would go crazy at the site of her. But in light of her recent comments, the crowd isn’t sure of how to take to the Billion Dollar Baby. So there’s an equal amount of cheers and boos from the New York crowd. As she stands there, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally emerges from the back. He pats Yun on the back. Yun smiles and raises her hands for a loud pop (as well as a loud number of boos) from the crowd, as she now starts to walk down the ramp. As Yun walks down the ramp, she holds out her hands to give high fives to the fans she walks by. But some fans aren't nearly as enthusiastic about slapping hands with her as they were before.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by her bodyguard, Joe Shamrock! From Seoul, South Korea! Weighing in at 122 pounds! She is Seoul City’s Baddest Female” YUN GOEUN!

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

Kris Cruise: Victoria Sinclair wasn’t the only surprise we’ve gotten in recent weeks. How about this shift in attitude from Yun Goeun!?

Stephy Auger: Right? She said that the fans, could, well, go F themselves. Talk about a radical departure. I understand that she’s frustrated. Things haven’t exactly gone her way as of late. I’m sure that this business with Graham and Sinclair hasn’t helped. But that’s no reason to turn away from the fans.

The bell sounds as Yun and Graham immediately get in each other’s face. Graham then shoves Yun away from him. But Yun comes right back and shoves him in the face. When Graham turns back to Yun, she shoves him in the face once again. When Graham turns back towards Yun, she cracks with with a forearm strike to the jaw. She then nails Graham with another forearm strike… and another… and anot- no, Graham cuts her off with a knee to the midsection. He follows up with a forearm strike of his own, sending Yun stumbling a few steps back. Graham heads over and rocks Yun with another forearm strike. This time, the strike sends Yun stumbling back into the corner. Graham then heads into the corner, places Yun in a Muay Thai Clinch and unleashes hard knees to the body. The last knee causes Yun to slump down in the corner. While Yun is seated, Graham proceeds to facewash her with his boot several times before taking off into the far ropes. When Graham comes back, he rams his knee into her face. He then drags Yun from out of the corner before making the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Graham picks up Yun, wrenches her arm and follows up with a hook kick, knocking her down. He then reaches down, sits Yun up and follows up with a stiff kick to the back. The thud from the kick echoes throughout the venue. He sizes up Yun before nailing her with another stiff kick to the back. Yun over and slaps the canvas out of frustration. As she gets up on one knee, Graham runs over and delivers a shoot kick to the chest that knocks her down. He then drops down and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: I know Yun’s angry. I know she’d love for nothing more than to just punch and kick away at Graham. But she is not going to win a striking battle against the likes of Maurice Graham. She needs to switch to whatever Plan B is fast before he kicks her head right off.

Graham picks up Yun, delivers a double leg pickup and rams her back-first into the corner. After unleashing a series of shoulder thrusts that nearly drive the air out of Yun, Graham proceeds to rake his forearm repeatedly across her face. He then takes Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Graham into the opposite corner. She then charges across the ring and connects with a corner yakuza kick. Yun unloads on Graham, unleashing a flurry of forearm strikes that send Graham slumping down in the corner. From there, she delivers several boots to the chest before choking Graham. As she pulls back on the ropes, the ref gives her until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Yun breaks the hold… only to re-apply the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE.. FOUR…

Yun breaks it up. As Yun backs away the ref reprimands her about using the choke. He then asks what’s gotten into her. But Yun just looks at the ref before moving him to the side.

Stephy Auger: I agree with the ref. What has gotten into Yun?

On the outside, Shamrock watches on while on the other side of the ring, Sinclair shouts at Graham to get up. As Yun approaches the corner, Graham reaches up, pulls himself up with the ropes and catches her with a boot to the midsection. He then grabs her by the head, leans back and lunges forward, cracking her with a headbutt,. Graham then reaches down, pulls Yun from off the canvas and whips her into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Graham throws out a lariat. But Yun ducks and runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Yun comes back, Graham throws out a spinning back elbow. But again, Yun ducks and runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Yun returns, Graham hoists her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Graham presses her arm back down on the canvas as he makes the lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Yun gets her shoulder up again.

Furious that Yun would have the nerve to continue to kickout, Graham mounts himself on top of her and fires off rights and lefts. Yun tries to cover up. But some of the blows still connect. As more and more of Graham’s punches get stuffed, Graham decides to switch up his approach. So he quickly grabs Yun by the arm and transitions into a cross armbar.

Kris Cruise: Graham’s got the armbar locked on.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but he doesn’t have it fully applied.

Graham tries his best to hyperextend the arm. But Yun’s got her hands locked tight. She then turns over to her left, pinning Graham’s shoulders to the mat.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Graham uses his leg stretch to push Yun off of him, sending her down to the canvas and unlocking her hands as well.

The ref kneels down and asks Yun if she wants to give up. But Yun doesn’t want to quit. So she tries to inch herself towards the ropes. She reaches out with her right foot… and just gets on the bottom rope, forcing the ref to start a five count of Graham.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Graham reluctantly breaks the hold. As Yun turns over and clutches her arm, Graham walks over in front of her and stares her down. As she gets up on all fours, Graham repeatedly nudges her in the head with his boot. He then reaches down, yanks up Yun and goes for a vertical suplex. But she knees him in the head on the way up, forcing him to drop her. Yun throws out a roundhouse kick. But Graham ducks, grabs her from behind and goes for an Angle Slam. But Yun slips down from behind and delivers a side russian leg sweep. She rolls over into the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Graham kicks out.

Yun picks up Graham and goes for an irish whip. But Graham reverses, sending Yun into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Graham sets up for a back body drop, but Yun hurdles over him. When Graham stands up and turns around, he turns into a standing side kick. While Graham’s dazed, Yun takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, Graham dumps her over the top rope…

… but she lands safely on the apron and follows up with a gamengiri to the back of the head. While Graham’s dazed, Yun heads into the corner, springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and drives him down with a diving bulldog. She turns him over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Graham gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Yun with another nearfall. Sinclair doesn’t look as confident as she did before.

Stephy Auger: No she does not. She can jump Yun from behind all day. But I don’t think she wants to meet her face to face in that ring.

Yun picks up Graham and goes for an irish whip. But Graham reverses, sending Yun into the corner. Graham then charges across the ring, but Yun catches him with an elbow to the face. While Graham is dazed, Yun turns, springboards onto the top turnbuckle and flips off, going for a moonsault. But Graham catches her in mid air.

Stephy Auger: Uh oh...

Graham runs across the ring and tosses Yun off of him towards the nearest turnbuckle, delivering the snake eyes. As Yun stumbles back, Graham reaches over, grabs her by the arm and turns her inside out with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Yun avoided the three count. But Graham nearly took her head off with that clothesline.

Stephy Auger: She may not even know where she is right now.

Graham picks up Yun and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Graham sets up a back body drop. But Yun counters with a sunset flip. She tries with all her might to bring Graham down. Graham, meanwhile, swings his arms wildly to try and regain his balance. Once he does, he counters with a double foot stomp to the chest. Graham reaches down, picks up Yun and whips her into the corner. After sizing her up, Graham heads into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then takes Yun and whips her into the opposite corner. Graham then runs across the ring and connects with another clothesline. He then takes Yun, whips her across the ring and follows her into the previous corner. But instead of crashing into the corner, Yun uses the top ropes to vault over Graham. Once Yun lands on her feet, she heads into the corner. But Graham nearly superkicks her head right off her shoulders. The sound from the kick reverberates throughout the venue as Yun slowly collapses to the canvas. He drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Yun gets her shoulder up.

After peeling Yun up off the canvas, Graham delivers two alternating elbows strikes to the head, followed by a kick to the midsection. He then goes for The Cold Shoulder. But Yun shoves him off of her and into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Yun connects with a front dropkick, knocking him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Graham pulls himself up using the ropes, Yun nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then pulls Graham along the middle rope before planting him with a Spike DDT. Yun turns him over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Graham gets his shoulder up.

Yun picks up Graham and goes for an irish whip. But Graham reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Graham goes for a back body drop. But slips down from behind and clips him across the back of the head with a roundhouse kick. As Graham staggers across the ring, Yun goes over, grabs him from behind and brings him down with the Billboard Bust.

While Graham lays in the prone position, Yun gets up and exits out onto the apron. After marching along the apron, Yun scales the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she stares down at Graham’s prone body. But she doesn’t do anything. She just stands there, waiting for something.

Kris Cruise: What is she doing!?

Stephy Auger: Why hasn’t she attempted anything!? Shes giving Graham all day to recover!

On the outside, Shamrock looks on as Sinclair slaps the apron, shouting at Graham to move out of the way. As Yun continues to stand on the top turnbuckle, Graham begins to shake out the cobwebs. He slowly pushes himself up onto all fours. But it’s then that Yun leaps from off the top rope and crashes down across the back of his head with All-Kill, driving Graham face-first into the canvas. Yun pushes him over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“Clap Your Hands” plays to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, YUN GOEUN!

After J.A. announces her as the winner, Yun gets back to her feet quickly and signals the time keeper for something, who quickly throws in a backpack to Yun. Yun sets the bag down and without even searching, pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

Kris Cruise: Woah, woah, woah.

Stephy Auger: What is she doing>

Yun walks over to Maurice Graham and slaps one side of the handcuffs on one of his wrists then with some effort drags him to one of the ring ropes and handcuffs the other side of them to the bottom rope.

Yun Goeun: Well, that is one problem down. I believe I have one more to go though...

Yun turns her attention to Victoria Sinclair on the outside of the ring who looks furious. One of the referees goes to tell her she has to get into the ring with Yun, but before he even gets there she slides into the ring. Yun rushes her but before she can do any damage, Victoria shoots a takedown on Yun. The two come crashing down in the corner of the ring, right next to the bag Yun has set up though. Victoria right away starts hammering with hard fists. Yun throws up one hand to blow the incoming blows as best she can as uses her free hand to grab something from the bag.

As Victoria comes down with a hard elbow, before she can connect Yun sprays something in her eyes causing Victoria to stop in her tracks to grab her eyes in pain, Yun is holding a bottle of perfume. Yun sprays the perfume at her a few more times before tossing it aside. As Victoria grasps at her eyes, trying to wipe the chemical out, Yun comes flying at her with the 540 Kick "One Hit Wonder" dropping Victoria to the mat.

Kris Cruise: Come on, Yun! What are you doing!?

Stephy Auger: I… I don’t know what’s gotten into her...

Yun paces around a bit shaking off the blows she took to the head before she got a hold of the perfume, and once she has her wits about her, goes back into the backpack has set up in the ring. From a few feet away Maurice Graham is yelling at her, struggling hard against the handcuffs, trying to attack Yun, who just looks at him, a look of amusement on her face. From the bag now Yun pulls out a set of large gold colored brass knuckles with the letters GZB on them. Yun slides them onto her right hand and walks over to Victoria who is starting to get back to her feet slowly.

Kris Cruise: I think you’ve proved your point, Yun.

Stephy Auger: She doesn’t need to sink to these lows...

The camera cuts to outside the ring as Yun's bodyguard Joe Shamrock can be seen with his hands on his head, looking very troubled, unsure if he should get in there and stop Yun or not. Before he can make up his mind though, Victoria pulls herself back to her feet.

Just as she does though, Yun right hooks her with the brass knuckled fist, dropping Victoria in a heap to the mat. Feeling this has gone too far now, the referee gets into Yun and starts to shove her away from Victoria as he calls for the medical team. Just as he signals the medical team though, he eats a right hook from Yun with those brass knuckles too, knocking him down and out. Yun takes the knuckles off and tosses them aside now, as she starts to stalk around Victoria. Yun smiles to herself then quickly vaults to the top rope nearest to her and takes a seat.

Yun Goeun: You realize Victoria, and I know you probably can't hear me right now, but you interrupted a message I had to send a few weeks ago. I always finish what I start...

Finally Yun Goeun's bodyguard gets into the ring and rushes to the corner where Yun is perched.

Joe Shamrock: Seriously, this is enough. STOP.

Yun Goeun: Oh no, I'm not done by a long shot! I have a message to send, and I am going to send it!

Joe Shamrock: You've sent it, enough is enough. This is not what was agreed on, the stipulation said you could FIGHT her, this is not a fight, this is a mugging! You've sent your message Yun, don't do this.

Yun Goeun: For the first time my eyes are open and I am doing something I WANT to do. I'm not doing it for a manager, I am not doing it for a CEO, I am not even doing it for these damn fans. I'm doing it because right now I REALLY want to see that bitch bleed...

Joe Shamrock: Do you even HEAR yourself? Come on Yun, you are better than this, enough is enough.

Yun Goeun: Fine, you're right...

Before anything else is said Yun leaps off the top turnbuckle and goes to drop one of her knees into the skull of Victoria, but while Yun is in flight Joe Shamrock flings himself in between the turnbuckle and Victoria, and ends up eating the knee into his chest, staggering him back a bit and causing Yun to crash into the mat. Shamrock reels back into the ropes a bit holding his chest in pain as Yun gets back to her feet and comes charging right into his face.

Yun Goeun: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

Joe Shamrock: Me doing my job.

Shamrock slides out of the ring and starts heading to the back, still holding his chest from where Yun kneed him. The camera cuts back to the ring to see Yun fuming and yelling up the ramp at him in Korean. Yun looks to the handcuffed Maurice who is still trying to break free and attack her, to the fallen referee and to Victoria who is getting back to her feet.

Yun Goeun: Well, I'm bored now.

Yun without taking a second look around the ring slides out of the ring and just slowly walks her way to the back, muttering to herself in Korean as she heads to the back. As she walks down the ramp the medical team has finally gotten to the ring, but Victoria is shaking them off, she looks more pissed off than ever as she watches Yun walk away...

[FGA Office]

Earlier tonight...

Not only is it a few hours before Final Frontier starts, but we're also a long way away from the arena as we see Johnny Karma sitting in a corridor backstage, his back firmly against the wall as he bounces a baseball off of the floor into the opposite wall before ricochets back into his hand, and he repeats the move again, and again, and again, and again, and again...until he's interrupted by Cherry Baum walking towards him, with a plush elephant toy tucked under her arm

Cherry Baum: Hey, J-K, I've been looking all over for you.

Rather than respond, instead Karma brushes her off with a half-hearted sigh - before he goes back to bouncing the ball off the floor, where it rebounds into the wall...but Cherry shows remarkable reflexes to catch the ball in mid-air before it ricochets back into Karma's hand so he can repeat the process

Cherry Baum: You're not planning on spending the whole evening here, are you?

Karma shrugs

Johnny Karma: Well it's not like I've got any better options tonight, is it?

Sensing that maybe he’s a little bit upset, Cherry crouches down next to Karma and places the plush elephant on the floor next to him

Cherry Baum: Listen, J-K...

Cherry leans in and strokes Karma’s hair for a moment

Cherry Baum: ...I know it sucks to be sitting here all night while your hometown crowd is watching everyone on the roster but you, but you know you’re better than this, right?

Johnny Karma: Better than what?

Cherry Baum: Well…

Cherry stops stroking Karma’s hair - although the fact she's stopped doing it seems to get more of a response from Karma than the fact she was stroking it to begin with

Cherry Baum: ...for one thing you’re better than sitting around moping all evening, wouldn't you?

Johnny Karma: Tell that to the guys who sign my paycheques.  They seem to think that, even though this show’s in NYC, I’m not important enough to be on the card.  That sounds like a snub to me.

Cherry Baum: J-K…

Cherry sighs

Cherry Baum: ...look, I know you’ve had a rough couple of months and having tonight of all nights off is the exact thing you didn't need, but you can’t just give up every time something doesn’t work out the way you want it to.  After all, you didn’t give up because you couldn’t ride a bike the first time you tried, did you?

Johnny Karma: I wouldn’t know.  My mom said they were dangerous so she wouldn’t let me have one when I was a kid.

Cherry Baum: Oh yeah, I forgot about how your mother was a little...overprotective when you were a kid.

Cherry tries not to look creeped out at the thought of it, but does a very poor job of doing so

Cherry Baum: Look, the point is that taking your ball and going home isn’t going to change things for the better...and, yes, I am aware your mother also didn't like you playing ball games in the yard in case you broke the windows, but the point is that you need to help yourself sometimes J-K, and you’re not doing that right now.

Johnny Karma: So what do you suggest?  Netflix and chill?

Cherry Baum: Well actually…

After thinking about it for a second, Cherry realises that probably means Karma borrowing her phone and Netflix account again - and it took months to get her recommendations back to normal after the last time

Cherry Baum: How about you just take a walk and clear your head?  After all, the backstage area is a bit…

Rather than verbalise what she’s thinking, Cherry gesticulates towards the spartan decoration around them, the painted brick and linoleum flooring illuminated with fluorescent lighting - hardly the most aesthetically pleasing of surroundings at the best of times

Cherry Baum: ...so why not go somewhere that doesn’t look so utterly grim?

Thinking about the advice, Karma slowly rises to his feet, realising that being sat there for so long playing one-man baseball has made his back a little bit stiff - which is another reason he should probably go for a walk, all things considered

Johnny Karma: You know, I could do with stretching my legs, now that you mention it.

Karma looks to step past Cherry, who unintentionally steps into Karma’s path instead of away from him - but rather than trying to step out of each other's’ way, there’s the briefest moment where their eyes meet and the air gets a little tense...before Cherry quickly steps out of the way

Johnny Karma: So...ummm...thanks for that, Miss Baum.  I’ll see you back here in a bit, shall I?

Cherry seems to be trying to hide her face as she answers

Cherry Baum: Yeah, sure…listen, I’ve got to…

Without finishing her sentence, Cherry makes to hand Karma his ball back, but unintentionally shoves the plush elephant into his grasp as she quickly heads in the direction of the nearest ladies room, leaving Karma all alone in the corridor

Johnny Karma: …

Unsure of what to make of what just happened, Karma decides to go for a wander around the backstage area, only to find it’s almost deserted given those taking part in tonight’s show are either preparing for their matches in their respective locker rooms or are otherwise engages elsewhere, so the backstage area is strangely creepy as Karma can hear that people are backstage but cannot see any of them - not helped by so much of the backstage area looking remarkably similar, practically making it some MC Escher painting made of breeze blocks and concrete

However, after a little while of wandering, he comes across an area that looks very different: it;s a much larger area, with a few steps leading up towards a curtain, so with nothing better to do karma decides to walk up the steps and into the Hammerstein Ballroom auditorium, which is just as empty as the doors haven’t opened to the public and the ring crew have already set up the ring so are taking their seventh smoking break of the afternoon.  Thinking that nobody is around, Karma decides to start whistling the intro to When The Levee Breaks...until he’s interrupted by the sound of somebody running the ropes inside the ring, at which point he realises that he never even checked if somebody was in the ring, and as he walks a little closer to the ring he sees Fujiko Mine is the person running the ropes

Fujiko has a determined look on her face as she runs them at almost full speed for a few moments. She gets something in her head that makes her stop, taking a few slowed steps before stopping in the middle of the ring, facing away from the entrance ramp. She believes she’s the only one in the area, rolling her shoulders and pulling down the oversized black hoodie that adorns her torso. Her bottom half has a pair of sweatpants with the letters FGA on the right thigh. She grimaces, seemingly in her own head about something.

Fujiko Mine: Why did I even come here?

She places her hands on her hips and sighs loudly. Fujiko stands idle for a moment before she bursts forward, jumping onto the middle rope and then launching herself up into the air. She turns her body like it’s second nature, twisting herself in a corkscrew motion before pulling her feet underneath her and landing on her feet. She takes a second before crouching down and then jumping up. She throws a dropkick to an imaginary opponent, flipping back and landing on her knees.

Fujiko Mine: Because I’m an idiot, that’s why.

Fujiko turns around, looking to maybe do something else when she sees someone standing there. It startles her, and she gasps as she sees the figure. She cautiously steps forward and squints, the move allowing her to see that it’s Johnny Karma. The feeling of cautiousness doesn’t dissipate from Fujiko; she stays tense as she sees him approaching.

Fujiko Mine: Oh...great.

The tension doesn’t dissipate as she watches him watch her. She runs through the myriad of things that she could say or do. Did he know she was there? How long was he there, watching her? Is it a fight, or a war of words he looks for? If it is the latter, Fujiko unfortunately was out of ammunition. Her poor fortune was to thank for that. She’d barely lost her last match, but it was a loss nonetheless; and it meant that Karma had plenty to hold over her head, should he so choose.

Fujiko’s breath runs a little ragged from the spike in adrenaline, and she feels her hands tighten into fists on instinct. She tries to tell herself that it was unlikely Karma came for a fight, but instinct overrides her. She catalogues her options as carefully as she watches him.

For a moment there’s a standoff between the two, as neither of them seems to be willing to say something to the other but both seem to have plenty on their respective minds, leading to an eerie silence inside the arena itself - until Karma speaks up

Johnny Karma: So...hi.

As his voice echoes around the empty arena, Karma goes to give Fujiko a wave...only to realise he’s been carrying a plush elephant around the backstage area this whole time, and is no doubt going to be on the receiving end of all manner of jokes from everyone backstage as a result.  He quickly attempts to change the subject onto something else

Johnny Karma: What're you doing out here?

Fujiko eyes the small elephant in Karma’s hands, and can’t stop a small smile from passing her lips for a moment. A small query nags at her: why would be carrying that plush toy around? She did her best to keep an eye on him, unsure as to why he would close the distance between them.

It wasn’t the first time she was discovered working in the ring before an event. Several other FGA wrestlers and personnel managed to walk in on her running the ropes, or running on the ropes, or any manner of things she would be doing before a show. Usually they would just watch with interest for a few moments, and then go about their business. Once, one of the the ring techs used it as something of an excuse to ask her out. She turned him down, politely.

Her curiosity refused to ebb, and so she chose to answer him back.

Fujiko Mine: Hi.

Fujiko rubs at her forearm over the sleeve of her hoodie, finding herself not looking at Johnny directly in the eye. She sighs and finds her feet moving her closer to the ropes. She leans on them, looking down at Johnny.

Fujiko Mine: I was just kinda just...practicing. I uh...I do this all the time...never know when you’ll need to be ready, y’know...

She trailed off. She purposely omitted that this was the first time she’d done so when she wasn’t on the card. She wasn’t sure what brought along the urge for her to travel all the way to the Hammerstein ballroom. She was really here for no real reason other than to try and feel useful.

Fujiko Mine: What are you doing here, Johnny? And without Cherry?

She wanted to accuse him of coming to rain on her parade, to belittle her or something like that. She held her tongue though, and forced herself to relax a bit. She jammed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie, doing so to distract her from making fists.

Fujiko Mine: I mean, you ended up like me, no match. Second year in a row…

She mumbled the last part, unable to keep it under wraps.

Johnny Karma: Yeah, well…

Karma throws his hands up in a gigantic shrug, pretty much saying all he needs to say on the matter of his not being booked on a show in his hometown

Johnny Karma: Listen, can I…?

Karma gestures to indicate the distance between where he’s standing on the ramp and Fujiko’s standing in the ring, which not only makes conversing particularly difficult but also requires both of them to raise their voices as if they were in a packed room when they're the only two people here.  Fujiko picks up on the cue, stepping back and waving to allow him entry. Karma approaches the ring, taking a second to sit the plush elephant against one of the turnbuckles before he slides under the bottom rope into the ring, and for a second he looks out to the rows of empty seats facing him and tries not to go into autopilot and play to a crowd that isn’t there before he looks towards Fujiko

Johnny Karma: As I was trying to say without needing to use quite so many decibels, I know a thing or two about being left off the Final Frontier card - which is a double kick in the beytsim since I can actually commute to the darned arena.

Fujiko stepped back until she could lean into the far turnbuckle, allowing Karma to traverse the ring without obstacle.

Fujiko Mine: Yeah, well at least you have better reason to be here than I do. I came here all the way from Milwaukee to play to this imaginary crowd.

She gestures to all the empty seats as she says so, a twinge of despair flashing across her eyes. Fujiko stands there for a beat before slowly sinking into a seated position in the corner. For a moment, she blinks back a tear or two. Her eyes keep moving back and forth between the mat and Johnny Karma, as if she's at war over something. She exhales slowly, and then looks up at him.

Fujiko Mine: Can I tell you something, Johnny?

Rather than answer straight away, Karma gestures towards the plush elephant sat in the corner of the ring

Johnny Karma: You’d probably make better conversation than that guy would…

Fujiko smiles, a genuine smile that caught her off guard. She glances over at the plush elephant, and then back at Johnny. She keeps the gaze intact for a few moments, before realizing she needs to say what is floating around her in head. She nods, as if to convince herself.

Fujiko Mine: I was thinking the whole drive here, the whole time I was going through my routine...that maybe this isn’t for me. Maybe I don’t belong here.

She shakes her head, the smile gone from her face. She takes her eyes off Johnny Karma, and focuses into the empty chairs in the arena.

Fujiko Mine: I keep having to sit and watch people who manage to beat me by a sliver boast out to the world to nurture their pathetic little egos. I keep having to hear the same nonsense over and over again about how I’m not a good wrestler, or that I suck, and...crap like that.

A hill of frustration seems to be building in Lady Luck, as she draws her knees in towards her chest, and rests her forearms on them.

Fujiko Mine: I mean, I have to get told that I’m high and mighty for trying to better myself, and win a championship? How utterly stupid is that line of logic?

Fujiko takes a second, and then rolls her eyes.

Fujiko Mine: I guess I’m trying to say that I’m not really sure what to do anymore. I don’t know what I’m even doing here.

She shrugs her shoulders, looking around at the mat. She has a sense of bewilderment at herself.

Fujiko Mine:For goodness sakes, I was the first one here, and I don’t even have a match, Johnny!

Fujiko tries to hide a running tear by rubbing at her face.

Fujiko Mine: I love this place. I love FGA. I love the crowd, and the excitement they have for us...I love the letters we get, the fans who do ridiculous things just to come and see us. But I’m tired of getting treated like I don’t know what I’m doing in this ring. I’m tired of having to watch egomaniacs use me to coddle their weak psyches. So maybe I just…

Fujiko tires of explaining herself. She just shuts her mouth, reaching up to the top rope to pull herself to her full height. She pulls the hood up to cover her head, and steps between the ropes onto the apron.

Fujiko Mine: Thanks for letting me vent. See ya later.

Just as Fujiko steps through the ropes, Karma suddenly thinks of something

Johnny Karma: Wait…

Standing on the apron, Fujiko turns to look back

Johnny Karma: Trust me, I know how you feel.  I showed up here knowing I didn't have a match because I live here.  Seriously, how messed up is that, a guy not even having a match on a show in their hometown?  That’s somehow worse than being the first guy to face Chandler Scott in months and hear the crowd on his side, because I had the misfortune of facing him in his hometown - and when it was done he gets all the credit for the match and I get bubkes.

Fujiko ponders this for a moment, and nods.

Fujiko Mine: I think I need to just...go and do something.

She drops off the apron, a faint smile on her face. She takes a few short beats, and then looks up at Johnny.

Fujiko Mine:Thanks Johnny.

She then turns and heads up the ramp, not taking the time to look back at the Karmic Lion. She keeps her head up high as she exits.

[FGA Office]

Sean Sands vs. Cyncity

J.A. Aldridge: The following match is scheduled for one fall...and it is the final match of Sean Sands’ career!

The beginning of "Dam Dadi Do" by Nightcore fills the arena speakers, the crowd singing along to the song. 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 a 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 audiences cheers. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and buttom pushed out. Fans in attendance whistle in her direction as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She is CYYYYYYYYNCITY!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity was chosen by Sean Sands to be the last person he ever faces in a wrestling ring.

Stephy Cruise: I think Sean meant to do that as a sign of respect, but I don’t think I could retire one of my friends even if they wanted me to.

"Burn Brighter" by Landsdowne plays as Sean Sands steps out from behind the curtain, no smile on his face this time. He looks out at the audience as they cheer for him and nods his head before beginning his walk down the ramp towards the ring. Halfway down the ramp, Sean begins slapping hands with some of the fans. When he reaches ringside, Sean stares out at the audience again, before heading over towards the steel steps and quickly scaling them until he reaches the apron.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio! He is SEAAAAAAAAN SANDS!!!

Kris Cruise: Sean Sands is hanging the boots up after this match after saying that the victory over Chris Q was the end of his road to redemption.

Stephy Cruise: I’m kinda sad this has to happen, especially since Sean is only 31 and most people are in their prime at that age. But he has had a lot of knee problems too, so I’m not surprised that he’s cutting it short, especially after demolishing Chris Q like he did.

The bell rings and the two competitors slowly walk towards the center of the ring. Sean extends out his hand to Cyncity, who meets it with her own as the two share a handshake. They then begin to back away from one another before they slowly start circling the ring. Once they meet again in the center of the ring, Sean and Cyncity lock up before Cyncity quickly got Sean into a headlock. Sean, however, uses his strength and weight advantage to push Cyncity towards the ropes. She bounces off of them and towards Sean, who catches her with a shoulder block that sends her falling to the mat, but quickly rolling back up to a knee to look at Sean, who motions for her to get up.

Cyncity gets to her feet again and Sean moves in, but she ducks underneath his attempt at a lariat and catches him with a dropkick to the back of the head! This sends Sean stumbling forward, clutching the back of his head, before he turns around and looks at Cyncity, who motions for him to make another move. Sands chuckles before he obliges and moves forward and attempts another lariat, only for Cyn to dodge it again! Cyn then hit the ropes and springboarded off of them...right into a dropkick to the midsection, forcing her to roll around the mat in pain!

Kris Cruise: Sean Sands with a dropkick that may have just knocked the wind out of Cyncity!

Stephy Cruise: She’s definitely not feeling too good after taking that dropkick to the midsection!

Sean does a quick kip-up before he quickly walks over to Cyncity, who is on all fours. Sands grabs Parker by the head and gets her up to both feet before irish whipping her into the nearest corner. He then charges in and hits a corner splash to cheers from the audience before pulling Cyncity out of the corner and hooking her head. He then hits a snap suplex that has Cyncity groaning in pain before he goes for the pin attempt!

Kris Cruise: A nice looking snap suplex after that corner splash and the cover. Does Sands have it here?

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This gets a small smile out of Sean Sands, who slowly gets to his feet and considers his next move. He grabs Cyncity and gets her up to both feet before irish whipping her towards the ropes. When she bounces back, she is floored with a spinning heel kick before he quickly goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: That kick may have knocked Cyn out!

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The audience applauds Cyncity as Sean rolls to his knees, still smiling and shaking his head. He gets to his feet again and slowly gets Cyncity to hers before he throws her towards the ropes. Sean goes running towards the opposite ropes and looks to come crashing into Cyncity with a spear, but Cyncity leapfrogged him, dodging the move! Sands quickly turned around afterwards and Cyn quickly leaps up, hooks her legs around his head and does a spinning headscissors takedown, sending Sean flying before he crashes into the mat with a thud! She then quickly goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: What a move by Cyncity!

Stephy Cruise: She sent Sean flying!

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Cyncity quickly gets to her feet and motions for Sean to do the same. Using the ropes while still a bit dazed, Sean turns around and is met with a spin kick to the gut that drops him back down to a knee. She then hooks his head and plants him with a DDT before she goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: What a DDT by Cyncity! This could be it!

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Half of the audience lets out a sigh of relief while the other half groans, wanting to see Cyncity put Sean away. She slowly gets to her feet afterwards and points to the corner to cheers from the audience before she begins climbing the turnbuckles from inside of the ring, back turned to Sands. Once Cyn’s at the top, Sean quickly gets to his feet and grabs Cyn before pulling her down into a tree of woe! Sands, realizing the position Cyn is in, thinks about his next move for a second before he rushes towards the opposite corner. He hits the corner back first before he rushes back and catches Cyncity with a hesitation dropkick in the corner, getting a unanimous groan of pain from the audience! He then pulls her down out of the tree of woe and drags her towards the center of the ring before he goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: Sean just crushed Cyncity with that hesitation dropkick in the corner!

Kris Cruise: He certainly isn’t taking it easy on her and that’s exactly what these fans want to see!

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The audience has yet another mixed reaction to the kickout, the audience now split in half, some breathing a sigh of relief that Cyn kicked out and others disappointed that she did. Sands slowly gets to his feet and motions for Cyncity to do the same. Once she does, Sean moves in and catches her with a running knee lift to the head that knocks her back down onto the mat! But the former FGA champion isn’t done there.

He grabs Cyn and gets her up to both feet before driving her into a corner. Sands then takes a few steps back before he charges in and catches her with a high knee, rocking her jaw with it! He then hooks her head and charges with her towards the center of the ring before planting her with a bulldog! Sean then turns Cyncity over and goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: A bulldog after a high knee from Sands! Is he about to win his last wrestling match ever?

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Kris Cruise: Cyncity keeps fighting! But I think Sean knows that Cyn won’t go down easy!

Sands rolls to his knees and lets out a sigh before he smirks again, apparently enjoying the fight Cyn is putting up against him. He slowly gets to his feet and begins walking back into a corner before he motions for the former Gold Rush Rumble Iron(wo)man to get to her feet. Cyncity does that, clutching at her jaw, before she turns around, which causes Sean to bolt out of the corner and drive his boot right in her face with a single leg dropkick, turning her inside out! The former FLC winner then goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: Sands Kick! He connected with all of that!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity might be out cold right here!

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Stephy Cruise: And Cyncity kicks out at two and a half! This has been quite a match already!

Sean looks over at the ref after that kickout, the ref motioning that it was a two count! Instead of arguing it, however, Sands just gets to his feet and leans against the ropes as he looks down at Cyncity, wondering exactly how he’s supposed to put her down. He walks back over to her and gets her up to both feet before he throws her into the ropes. When Cyncity bounces back, Sean throws out a lariat attempt, but she dodges it! However, before Sean can turn around, Cyncity catches him with a superkick to the back of the head, flooring him! She quickly drops down and rolls him over before she goes for the cover, hooking both of his legs!

Kris Cruise: What a superkick to the back of the head! Sands might be out cold!

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Stephy Cruise: And Sands kicks out!

It’s Cyncity’s turn now to look over at the ref and make sure that that was only a two count, which the ref assures her that it was. She slowly gets to her feet and motions for Sean to do the same. Sands gets to all fours and crawls towards the nearby ropes before he uses them to help himself up. He then turns around, looking to get right back into the match, only to get met with a single knee facebreaker from Cyncity that lays him right out! The audience throws out another mixed reaction, but they all count along with the ref after Cyncity goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: A single knee facebreaker by Cyncity! Sands may be done for!

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Stephy Cruise: And Sands kicks out yet again! What a match this has been so far!

Cyncity slowly gets to her feet before she begins to think of what she could do next. Leaning up against the ropes, she motions for Sands to get to his feet, which he slowly and with difficulty does. He then turns around is met with another spin kick to the gut, but does not drop to a knee this time! Cyncity quickly slips behind him and grabs his head before hooking it...then hitting the Glitter Driver, laying Sands out! As she goes for the cover, the audience begins to count along, this possibly being the last pinfall attempt of the match!

Kris Cruise: GLITTER DRIVER!

Stephy Cruise: Sean Sands is out cold! This is it!

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Kris Cruise: Sands kicks out of the Glitter Driver! I can’t believe it!

Cyncity rolls to her knees and lets out a sigh, sort of surprised that Sands kicked out yet again. She gets to her feet and grabs Sands before getting him up to both feet. Cyncity goes to irish whip her opponent, but he reverses and sends her into the corner instead. Sean then charges in, but is met with a boot to the face that sends him stumbling backwards. Cyn quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle before she leaps off...only to get met with a dropkick that stuns her from Sands! He then follows it up with a roundhouse kick that floors Cyn! The former FGA champion then drags her towards the center of the ring before he goes for the cover, the audience counting along!

Stephy Cruise: What a roundhouse by Sean Sands! Cyncity might be out cold!

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Kris Cruise: She kicked out! I thought for sure she might have been done for after that!

Sands lets out a sigh as Cyncity manages to kick out again, but he doesn’t slow down, knowing he’s got Cyncity on the ropes. Sean quickly grabs her head and gets her up to both feet before he catches her with a knee to the gut. He then takes a few steps away from her to her right before he charges in and plants her into the mat face first with a Fame Asser before he quickly turns her over and goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: Fame Asser connects! Sands has Cyncity here! This is it!

Kris Cruise: Sands is about to win his last match ever!

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TH-CYNCITY KICKS OUT!

Stephy Cruise: Cyncity kicks out at two! What a match this has been!

Sands shakes his head after the kickout but quickly gets to his feet and motions for Cyncity to do the same. Once she does, he charges in at her, but she catches him with a hurricanrana, sending him flying across the ring! He quickly gets to his feet, but when he turns around, Cyn does a handspring then follows it up with an elbow smash that floors the Ohioan! She then quickly goes for the cover, tired and desperate to put his match away as the audience counts along with the ref!

Kris Cruise: What a move by Cyncity! She might have Sean here!

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Stephy Cruise: And Sean kicks out of that! This has been such a back and forth match and I honestly gotta say, Sean is pulling out all of the stops for his final match and so is Cyncity!

Cyncity lets out a sigh after Sean kicks out, but quickly gets to her feet before she motions for Sean to get to his. Once the former FGA champion does, the Threepeat Killer quickly charges towards the corner in front of Sands and quickly climbs up the turnbuckles until she gets to the top. She then leaps off and falls right on top of Sean with a Whisper In The Wind maneuver! Cyncity then frantically goes for the cover, the audience continuing to count along every time a pin attempt is made!

Kris Cruise: EMPHATIC WHISPERS!

Stephy Cruise: Sean is out! This is it!

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Kris Cruise: Sands with the kickout! Neither one of these competitors is willing to stay down for the three count!

Cyncity can’t believe it as she shakes her head before she grabs Sean and slowly gets him up...only to be met with a European uppercut! This stuns Cyncity long enough for Sean to run towards the ropes to the side, hop on them, then springboard off before catching Cyn right in the head with a kick, flooring her! A mixed reaction from the audience does follow, but they all count as Sean then goes for the cover!

Stephy Cruise: LIP BUSTER! Sands just laid Cyn right out!

Kris Cruise: He’s gotta have it here!

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Stephy Cruise: Another kickout by Cyncity! I can’t believe it, Kris!

Sean rolls over onto his back after Cyncity kicks out and puts his hand on his head, knowing he had to take the match up a notch. Slowly getting to his feet, Sands begins motioning for the Sand Attack, getting yet another mixed reaction from the audience. He yells at Cyn to get to her feet and she slowly uses the ropes to help herself up to both feet. Sands then moves forward and goes for the Sand Attack...but Cyncity slips out, forcing Sean’s throat to hit the ropes!

Sean then stumbles towards the center of the ring, where Cyncity grabs his head and uses it to lift herself up before dropping him with an Asai DDT! The audience shoots off with another mixed reaction as Cyncity pulls another trick out of her bag and may have Sands here as she goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: YoshiT! Sands is out cold, Stephy!

Stephy Cruise: Is this it for Sean Sands’ career?!

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Kris Cruise: This is crazy! Neither competitor is willing to stay down for the three count!

Cyncity rolls over onto all fours, breathing heavily from the long and exhausting match she’s had with Sands so far. She then gets to her feet and motions for Sands to do the same. Once he does slowly get to his feet, Cyn moves in and attempts an enzuigiri, but Sean ducks the kick to the side of his head, forcing Cyn to hit the mat! Sands then motions for Cyn to get to her feet, which she slowly does, before he moves in from behind, leaps up and hooks her head, then drives her into the mat with a jumping reverse bulldog, aka THE SAND ATTACK! The mixed reaction occurs again as Sands goes for the cover, the entire audience counting along!

Stephy Cruise: Sand Attack! Sand Attack!

Kris Cruise: This is it! Sean Sands is about to win his final match!

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THR-NO! CYNCITY KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Stephy Cruise: She kicked out! Cyncity kicked out!

Kris Cruise: Unbelievable!

Sands slowly gets to his feet, wide eyed and in shock that Cyncity kicked out. He takes a few steps back before he moves in again, only for Cyn to kip-up and catch him with a dropkick that stuns him and forces him to turn his back to her! Cyn then follows that up by leaping onto Sean’s shoulders from behind before planting him right onto his head with the Cynderana! The audience gives another mixed reaction before they all count along with the ref!

Stephy Cruise: CYNDERANA! SANDS IS OUT COLD!

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THR-NO! SANDS KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Kris Cruise: This match is too much for me to handle...I need a breather.

Cyncity slowly gets to her feet after the kickout and looks over at the ref, asking him again if it was a three count and hoping that it was. But the ref shakes his head and motions that it was only a two count, forcing the match to continue. Sean slowly gets to his knees after taking the Cynderana and looks over at Cyn before he mouths “finish it”. She seems to hesitate for a second, but then she moves forward and kisses Sean on the forehead before running towards the ropes in front of him, bouncing off of them, and catching him with running knee to the face, flooring him once again!

Stephy Cruise: Beauty and the Knee! I think Cyn’s got Sean down long enough for- what is she doing?!

Kris Cruise: It looks like she wants to make sure this match is finished!

Instead of going for the cover, Cyncity quickly exits out onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once at the top turnbuckle, she stands tall and takes a deep breath before leaping off...and CONNECTING WITH HER PATENT SHOOTING STAR DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! Cyncity then tiredly goes for the cover as the audience counts along!

Stephy Cruise: STANDING OVATION!

Kris Cruise: This has gotta be it, Stephy!

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THREEEEEE!

The bell rings and the booming voice of J.A. Aldridge comes onto the speakers as the audience either boos or cheers at the result of the match, getting another split reaction overall from them.

J.A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner....CYYYYYYYYYYNCITY!

Cyncity rolls off of Sean and slowly gets to her feet before she has her hand raised to cheers before the ref goes to check on Sean.

Stephy Cruise: What a match! What a match!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity pulls off the win in what will be the last match of Sean Sands’ career in a great match!

Sands is slowly helped up to both feet before he looks over at Cyncity. Slowly, he walks over to her as the audience applauds both competitors...before he hugs her to a round of cheers from the audience.

Stephy Cruise: I’m going to be kinda sad now...

Cyncity hugs him back. Seconds later, Sean pulls away and raises her hand up in victory to another round of applause.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Spencer Burke: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with….

[Off screen there's a clearing of the throat as the camera pans back slight to show a black man with a large smile on his face and a pair of black shades over his face. Closing the gap between himself and Spencer as he shakes his head slowly. He reaches into the inner pocket of his black suit jacket and produces a single index card handing it to Spencer with a nod of his head.

Spencer Burke: What's this?

[The young gentleman only pointed towards the index card as Spencer looks down at the writing on the other side and shrugs his shoulders slightly]

Spencer Burke: Ladies and Gentlemen...boys and girls...children of all ages, you about the witness the arrival of greatness in the FGA. The arrival of the greatest thing to ever happen to [rofessional wrestling since the dawn of the time. The arrival of the ring tactician, a ring strategist, and a suplex savant...I have the esteemed pleasure of introducing the Blackest Sun of the FGA, the Silver Tongued Devil himself...Aries Reed.

[Aries smiles even wider as he nods his head and claps his hand as he takes the index card, sliding it back into the pocket of his suit jacket.]

Aries Reed: Ah...now Spence, I can call you Spence, right? Meh, who really gives a damn...anyway Spence, that's a introduction suiting a man of my station and honestly, you did a very good job and I know we are going to get along swimmingly. And yes, I have arrived to the FGA and I figured I could either sit back and just wait my time...or I could take the bull by the horns and just make my impact felt before I step into a FGA ring.

Spencer Burke: Well, allow me to be the first to welcome you to the FGA, you come highly talked about and your skills come highly profiled out on the West Coast.

[Aries nods his head and waves his hand dismissively.]

Aries Reed: Yeah, yeah…no need to blow smoke up my ass, Spence. I'm good in that ring...no wait...scratch that, I'm damn good in that ring...no wait...scratch that...I'm great in that ring and I've come to the FGA to prove that not just to you, Spence...but to rest of the plebs and sheeple out there who want to think that I'm just some other nameless face in by the FGA ocean. I'm here because I want you all to see this face…

[Reaching up, Aries snatches the black shades off of his face.]

Aries Reed: ...this is the face of the man who's going to take the FGA by storm. This is the face of the man who is going to turn this entire business...this entire industry on its ear. This is the face of the man who is going be a champion several times over not because it's my fate...not because it's my destiny...it's because there isn't a damn soul on the FGA roster who is going to stop me.

So Spence, consider this everyone's three minute warning...Aries Reed has arrived to the FGA, so hid the white woman and prepare those anuses folks because in a weeks...I'm coming in dry.

[Sliding his shades back on the bridge of his nose, Aries is all smiles once again as he places a hand on Spencer's shoulder.]

Aries Reed: This has been a great talk Spence, I'm sure we're going to be seeing a lot more of one another real soon.

[FGA Office]

FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Izzy Anders vs. Dom Harter

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs … He is ‘THE TENACIOUS LITTLE BASTARD’ DOOOOOOOMMMMM HAAAAARRRTTTEEERRR!!!

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side before making the title belt motion around his waist. The fans continue to boo Harter and he soaks in all the hatred, urging the fans to make more noise.

Kris Cruise:: There he is, Stephy, the only triple crown winner we’ve seen in FGA’s four year history thus far. And tonight he has a shot at completing the Grand Slam.

Stephy Auger: And he certainly seems fired up for this one, Kris - a far cry from the man we saw leave the Four Year Anniversary show with his head shaved last month.

Kris Cruise:: That Grand Slam has been his raison d’etre all year long, and after playing the long game with Izzy Anders since way back in May, he’s not going to be taking any chances with this one.

The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in the Hammerstein Ballroom. Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the ‘Surprise Buttsecks!’ t-shirt he wears underneath it.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent...

To the audience’s surprise, “Guerilla Radio” does not start up. Instead, “Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry the Defiant” by Coheed and Cambria brings forth its calm intro. As the heavier instrumentals come out, the lighting in the build cycle through red, yellow, and orange. Izzy walks out, stepping close to the camera operator. Izzy doesn’t put up her usual boxing stance, instead glaring at the ring the whole, and the Tenacious Little Bastard inside it. The title belt is around her waist as she walks slowly and purposefully down the aisle, reluctantly slapping hands with the fans along the way.

J.A. Aldridge: Hailing from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, she is the reigning and defending FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPION … IZZZZZYYYYY ANNNDDDEEEERRSSSS!!!

Stephy Auger: And there’s the champion!

Kris Cruise:: If Izzy wins tonight then she beats the record previously set by Chaz Holiday for number of defenses, and extends her title reign to the five month mark as well.

Stephy Auger: She’s gone on record saying Dom Harter must die, and from the looks of her, she wants to follow through with that vow.

She reaches ringside and proceeds to walk around the whole ring, not taking her eyes off Harter the entire time. She walks past the commentary team, but doesn’t yell out to them this time. Instead she hops up onto the apron and over the top rope into the ring; the referee is restraining Dom to stop a sneak attack as Izzy stands in the center of the ring. She unbuckles the title belt from around her waist and hoists it high into the air, drawing a loud cheer from the crowd.

Kris Cruise:: Through all the sneak attacks, the tension that’s been building since Glory Road, the social media feud - it all boils down to this.

Stephy Auger: Izzy Anders defending her Legacy title against possibly her toughest opponent to date. And I’m including her valiant performance in the Frontier Lions Cup there, Kris.

Kris Cruise:: I can’t wait any longer, just ring the bell already!

The bell sounds to start the match as Izzy hands the belt off to the referee, who raises it high above his head. The crowd here in the Hammerstein Ballroom are already cheering for Izzy Anders as she squares up to Harter; he towers over her by nearly half a foot, but the champion doesn’t back down. The two of them are trash talking, spitting some vicious invective at one another before Anders strikes first, lashing out with a stiff forearm strike to the face. But Harter just swings back around, using the momentum to land one of his own. Anders goes again, but Harter just responds in kind once again as he begins to overpower the champion.

Anders finds herself backed into the corner as Harter continues laying into her with some stiff looking shots to the face. The referee gets in between them, trying to push Dom back a step for the break. He doesn’t want to go easily, however, but the referee warns him about getting disqualified if he even thinks about laying a hand on the official himself. Relenting, Dom takes a step back before going to grab Anders again. The champion ducks under the arms, zooming out of the corner as Harter suddenly finds himself in a precarious position. Anders lands a couple of shoot kicks to the chest before going higher with a spinning back elbow to the side of the temple!

Kris Cruise:: I felt that one from here!

Stephy Auger: Neither competitor leaving anything to chance here in the early goings.

Anders moves in close, propping Dom up against the corner, but The Tenacious Little Bastard counters with a knee to the gut before he throws Izzy against the turnbuckles. He drops down and repeatedly thrusts his shoulder into her midsection, driving the air right out of Izzy’s lungs, The referee intervenes after the ninth one, but Harter shirks the official away and drives the shoulder up into his opponent’s gut once more.

The referee gets between the two of them, pushing Harter back again as Izzy slumps down in the corner, winded. Dom pushes his way past the official once again and starts to starts to savagely stomp at his prone foe. The crowd start to boo Dom as he places the boot down across the throat of the Legacy champion.

Referee: One...Two...Three...Four…

Harter releases the choke as Izzy gasps for air, but that allows him the opportunity to stomp at her once more without mercy. Anders is forced down from a seated position so that she’s on her back as Harter again places a boot across the throat, pressing down with all his weight.

Referee: One...Two...Three...Four…

Stephy Auger: Izzy needs to find a way into this match, otherwise Dom Harter may leave her as a stain on this mat tonight.

As he nears the five count, the referee forces Dom to break the choke hold by pulling back on his shoulder. And The Tenacious Little Bastard doesn’t like that one bit. He spins on a dime and glares at the referee who, to his credit, stands his ground and tells the Triple Crown winner not to push his luck any more or he’ll get disqualified.

Kris Cruise:: Dom needs to be careful not to get disqualified, otherwise he’ll miss out on getting the Grand Slam.

Stephy Auger: And I’m sure Izzy doesn’t want to win that way anyway.

The crowd begin to cheer as Anders uses the ropes to bring herself back up to her feet. Harter turns back around after telling the referee where to stick his opinion, and he walks walk straight into a boot to the face! He staggers back as Izzy follows him out, throwing some more forearm shots to the face, rocking Harter where he stands. She goes for an Irish whip, but Harter reverses, going under the arm and bringing Anders in close and across his shoulders with a fireman’s lift. But Izzy drops down the back, countering with a rear waistlock. She tries for a suplex of some sort, but Harter plants his feet and manages to go behind with a rear waistlock of his own before taking Izzy down with a belly to back suplex.

With his opponent on the mat, Dom transitions round to apply a front facelock, using the position to drive the knee up into Anders’ face several times. Along with several clubbing blows to the back before he drags Izzy back to her feet, still holding on with the facelock. But the Legacy champion isn’t backing down. She fires off a couple of punches to the midsection, weakening Dom’s grip enough so she can counter with an arm wrench into a shoot kick to the chest! Harter staggers back again, leaning against the ropes as Izzy charges in with a cross body, throwing herself at Harter as the pair of them tumble over the top rope all the way to the outside!

Kris Cruise:: This could be dangerous for either competitor here.

Izzy gets to her feet first, followed close behind by Harter. But she’s already moving, closing in with a step up enziguiri that tags Harter round the back of the head! But he’s still standing as Izzy gets back up; she immediately grabs Dom around the back of the head and hurls him towards the ring post!

ONE!


TWO!


The referee begins the count out as Harter hits the steel post head first, before falling down to his knees. Izzy runs in again, connecting with a running dropkick that crushes Dom against the ring post, albeit not head first. The fans whoop and cheer as Anders gets back up once again, standing tall as she glares down at Dom. He looks upwards, returning the stare with a smirk as some blood begins to trickle down from a cut above his eye.

Stephy Auger: It looks like Dom has been busted open here.

Kris Cruise:: I can’t tell if that’s either very good or very bad for Izzy Anders right now…

THREE!


FOUR!


Izzy closes in again, laying into her opponent with some stiff punches to the face, trying to open that wound up a little more. But Harter isn’t having any of it. He grabs the Legacy champion around the waist and drives her back into the guard rail! The rails buckle on impact as the pair of them nearly spill into the crowd. The nearby fans moving away with haste as Harter stands back up and heads towards the ring, wiping some blood out of his eye. Slowly, Izzy gets back to a vertical base and head the same way. Harter grabs her and drops her snakes eyes style across the ring apron before rolling her back into the ring.

As he rolls in after her, Harter makes the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!
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TWO!
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But Izzy kicks out.

Harter kneels over his opponent, lashing out with a few more shots to the face before he brings them both back to their feet. A swift headbutt sends Anders staggering back into the corner before Harter picks up a head of steam, crashing into her with a running back elbow. He puts all his weight behind it as well, for the extra impact. An Irish whip sends Izzy from pillar to post as Harter follows her in again, leaping across the ring with a running double knee lift - NO!

Anders dives out of the way, and Harter hits the turnbuckle knees first! Both competitors remain down momentarily; Harter is clutching at his knees after that miss, while Izzy is struggling to push herself back to her feet after the punishment she’s taken so far. But she gets up first. Izzy grabs her opponent by the leg and drags him away from the ropes before stomping away at the right knee, and dropping a couple of elbows down across the joint.

Kris Cruise:: Anders looking to take out the legs here. That’ll take away some of Dom’s power based offense.

Stephy Auger: If she can keep her opponent grounded, Izzy has a very real chance of winning this match. Don’t underestimate Dom Harter’s mat game, but I think Izzy has the edge over him in that aspect.

Izzy applies a leglock, wrenching at the knee of Harter. She doesn’t know that it’s his stronger knee, though. Harter manages to drag them both towards the ropes, grabbing hold of the bottom rope to force the break. The referee gets up to four before Izzy releases the hold. But she doesn’t let Dom get up, instead dragging him away from the ropes again as she goes for a figure four - only to get kicked away. Dom manages to put enough force behind it to allow himself time to get up before Izzy can move back towards her opponent, only to get caught by a boot to the gut - NO! She catches the foot and reverses with a dragon screw! But she quickly grabs hold of that left leg and applies a heel hook!

Stephy Auger: The heel hook locked in!

Harter lets out a yell of pain; the fans are suddenly on their feet as Anders wrenches back on the leg, keeping the submission hold locked in while the Triple Crown winner reaches out for the ropes. And misses.

Kris Cruise:: Could this be it?!

Harter drags himself closer to the ropes, reaching out again - and he grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break again.

Referee: One...Two...Three...Four…

Izzy finally relents, letting go of the heel hook as the official warns her about the five count. He gets right up in her face, making sure the Legacy champion understands that he will disqualify her if she breaks the rules. She just nods and goes back to where Dom is still on the mat. Some soccer kicks to the legs keep the Tenacious Little Bastard grounded before Izzy drags him back to a vertical base by the head. Izzy goes for an Irish whip, but Dom keeps hold of the top rope. She tries again, but Harter blocks once more before lunging forward with a clothesline - NO! Anders saw it coming and ducked underneath. Her opponent spins around to face her, and Izzy is ready as she launches into Dirty Dancin’! The series of kicks rocking Harter where he stands before she runs back against the ropes for some momentum - right into a powerslam!

Kris Cruise:: Oh, what a counter by Dom Harter to buy himself some time here.

Stephy Auger: Did you see the ring shake just then, Kris? That was one hell of a powerslam.

Izzy is splayed out in the center of the ring as Harter begins to crawl towards the ropes, using them to drag himself back to a vertical base. The cut above his eye is still trickling, so he wipes the recent flow clear as he leans back against the ropes and laughs to himself.

Harter walks slowly around the ring, occasionally stomping at his opponent before finally dragging her back up and placing her in a standing headscissors. The Tenacious Little Bastard gives the fans a replay of two weeks ago, dropping dead center in the middle of the ring with a jumping piledriver before going for the cover again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Izzy kicks out, but Harter throws her shoulder down and goes for the cover again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Izzy kicks out.

Kris Cruise:: She’s still in this one.

Harter glares at the referee, but he assures the Tenacious Little Bastard it was just a two count. Relentless, he drags Izzy back to her feet and sends her running towards the corner again with an Irish whip. He follows her in with a Yakuza kick, driving his boot right back into the face. Izzy’s knees buckle beneath her, but Harter props her back up and delivers several stiff looking forearm shots to the face again. Anders gets lifted up to the top rope as Dom begins to climb, making it to the middle rope before he hooks her in position. A final step up to the top rope; no, Izzy fires off a punch to the gut. Then another. Harter’s grip is weakening as Izzy pushes her opponent off the top turnbuckle and down to the mat below!

Kris Cruise:: Oh…

Dom lets out a yell of pain and immediately clutches at his left shoulder; the referee drops down to check on Harter before signalling towards the backstage area. Dom sits up, still holding his shoulder as he backs away towards the ropes. Anders takes the opportunity to climb down from the turnbuckle and make her way over to her opponent. She catches him by surprise with a forearm shot to the face, but Harter just pushes her away with his right arm. As he stands there the fans see his left arm just hanging limp. But Anders is undeterred.

Stephy Auger: That doesn’t look good. I think Dom’s shoulder might have popped out of its socket.

The Legacy champion runs in and unleashes a shoot kick to the shoulder, and Harter does his best to muffle his pained yell. Anders grabs the injured arm and applies an arm wringer before she steps out onto the apron. She uses the ropes to perform an armbreaker; the crowd gasp as Dom falls back into the ring, clutching at his limp arm as Izzy slides back into the ring.

Kris Cruise:: This can’t be good. Drew Landry has to stop this match, Dom Harter is obviously injured here.

Harter is struggling to get back to his feet as Izzy sneaks up behind him. A devious smirk forming on her face as she moves around in front of her opponent to deliver a double knee armbreaker to the same shoulder. Harter yells out in pain again as he frantically begins to roll away, sliding out under the bottom rope. The left arm is still just hanging by his side as he clutches at the shoulder, trying to pop it back into place himself. The nearby fans see the damage and the horror is evident on their faces. Some medical personnel appear at the top of the aisle, but they slow their pace as Izzy climbs out of the ring and leaps off the apron with a dropkick … to the shoulder!

Stephy Auger: This is getting hard to watch…

Anders grabs the injured arm again, and uses it to drag Dom towards the ring post. But as she rears his arm back to wrap it around the steel, Dom lashes out with his good arm, landing a shot straight to the face! Izzy falls to the mats as Dom composes himself, taking a moment before he runs in and punts her in the ribs!

Harter rolls back into the ring, trying to put some distance between him and his opponent as Izzy picks herself up on the outside. There’s a fire in her eyes as she glares back at the ring; Dom is on one knee in the center of the ring as Izzy slides back in under the bottom rope and makes a beeline for her opponent. Before Harter has a chance to react, the Legacy champion is firing off shoot kicks to the shoulder. Dom slumps down, resting his good arm to try and stay somewhat upright as Izzy continues to lay into him with those vicious shoot kicks. She relents for a moment, going against the ropes for momentum before coming back … and getting caught by a rising lariat!

Kris Cruise:: What a lariat! Izzy just got turned inside out with that one.

Stephy Auger: There’s still some fight left in Dom Harter apparently, even when he only has one good arm.

Both competitors are down again; Harter is laying on his back, the pain etched on his face as his right hand remains clasped over that shoulder. The referee is checking with him, but Harter can be overheard saying “over my dead body” as he forces himself back to a kneeling position. But Izzy has already made her way to the ropes and is back on her feet. She shakes the cobwebs from her head and stalks over to where Harter is rising, grabbing him from behind with a rear waistlock. But he still has the wherewithal to throw a back elbow and counter with a go behind before realizing he can’t do much with one hand. The lapse in judgment is all Izzy needs, however, as she reaches down and grabs the leg, rolling forward and trapping her opponent in a rolling kneebar!

Kris Cruise:: And the submission hold is applied!

Harter yells out in even more pain as his left knee is caught in that painful hold; Anders wrenching back as hard as she can as the Triple Crown winner reaches out for the ropes with his good arm. The fans perched on the edge of their seats as Harter drags himself closer and closer to the ropes.

The referee checking for submission as Harter steels himself. Izzy locks the hold in even tighter. She’s wrenching it back further and further, torquing that knee as far as it’ll go as Harter reaches out…

And grabs the bottom rope!

Stephy Auger: He’s still in it!

Anders looks at the referee in fury, seemingly incapable of comprehending how Dom didn’t submit to that hold. She storms around the ring as Harter keeps hold of that bottom rope, moving up to the middle rope as he tries to bring himself up to a vertical base. His knee begins to give way beneath him, but Harter manages to stand up as Izzy doubles him over with a boot to the gut, dragging him away from the ropes before planting Dom with a double arm DDT!

Kris Cruise:: Spin The Black Circle. She just used Dom’s own move against him…

Izzy rolls her opponent and casually rests across his chest, smirking to herself as the referee makes the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOOO!

A small section of the crowd cheer as Izzy sits up in shock. She turns to look at the official who assures her it was just a two count, but Izzy doesn’t believe him. Fuming, she stands upright and drags the barely conscious Harter with her before delivering another double arm DDT! But no pin attempt this time as she rolls over to the left arm and applies her patented Fujiwara armbar! Harter taps in no time as the referee calls for the bell!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPION … IZZY ANDERS!

“Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry the Defiant” begins to play throughout the arena as the referee gets handed the title belt. A small section of the crowd remain silent as the medics finally manage to get into the ring to tend to Dom.

Kris Cruise:: It may not have been the prettiest victory, but Izzy Anders gets the win here tonight.

Stephy Auger: And there’s our most dominant Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion in FGA history. A third defense and she’s smashed Chaz Holiday’s record.

Kris Cruise:: And she’s stopped Dom Harter from getting the Grand Slam...what’s she doing now?

Izzy climbs out of the ring and heads to where the timekeeper is sitting, shoving him out of the way before grabbing up his chair. She slides it into the ring before entering the squared circle herself; the medics try to protect Dom, but as Anders raises the chair up high they get out of harm’s way. The chair is slammed down against the shoulder of Harter, then again before Izzy slams the chair edge down into the shoulder.

Dom is yelling out in pain with each shot as Izzy relents for a moment; her labored breathing can be heard over the hushed silence of the crowd as she takes the chair and wraps it around the left knee of Dom Harter. The Tenacious Little Bastard is helpless in the ring as Izzy climbs up to the middle rope, leaping off with a double foot stomp across the steel chair!

Kris Cruise:: This is just unnecessary, somebody has to stop this!

Harter is trying to clutch his knee as Izzy unwraps the chair from around his leg. She takes a moment to walk around her prone foe, bringing the chair down across his shoulder a couple more times before she rears back, lifting the chair high above her head…

Stephy Auger: What’s this?

A figure springboards off the top rope, delivering a dropkick to the back of Izzy Anders! The Legacy champion rolls away, dropping the chair along the way as the figure stands back up; Annie Zellor is standing tall in the middle of the ring.

Annie Zellor: You’re not ending anyone’s career tonight…

Izzy glares Annie down, and then reaches for the chair again. The crowd audibly gasps at Izzy raising the chair up, ready to strike Annie down. But she doesn’t go through with it. Instead, she places the chair down and continues to glare daggers at Annie. After a moment of possible contemplation, Izzy slides under the bottom rope, leaving Annie be.

Zellor keeps her gaze on Anders as the champion grabs her title belt. “Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry the Defiant” starts playing again as Izzy makes her way back up the aisle, holding the belt high above her head. The medics reassemble in the ring, helping Dom out onto the stretcher. They wait for Izzy to be clear before they make their way up the aisle.

Kris Cruise:: That was...unexpected, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I don’t know what got into Izzy, but after Dom seemed to hurt his shoulder she went after it like a woman possessed. And then attacking him after the match with that steel chair.

Kris Cruise:: Only for him to be saved by Annie Zellor of all people!?

Stephy Auger: Maybe she’s trying to make amends for the comments she made to Dexter Jacobs about ending somebody’s career recently, and doesn’t want to let that sort of thing happen in FGA?

Kris Cruise:: But Dom Harter - he’s ended more careers here than anyone.

Stephy Auger: I never said it was flawless logic, Kris. But folks, Izzy Anders retains the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in what can only be described as a slobberknocker, and we’ll keep you up to date with the details of Dom Harter’s injuries when we get word.

[FGA Office]

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
- Edgar Allan Poe

This quote appears on screen before slowly fading away into darkness. A few seconds pass in silence, until an image appears on the screen where the quote previously was. This image, unmistakable to many, is of a mask. The mask, beige in color, features two black ovals for eyes and not much else. There's no nose, no hole for a mouth, nothing. Just two black ovals piercing into the viewers' eyes. Underneath the mask, text slowly fades in and out, as if to talk to the audience.

His thoughts and ideals weren't usual, but he knew this is what separated him from the pack.
Some called him a psychopath, others a lunatic.
In his mind, he was both of these things and more.
He knew he was a savage, heartless monstrosity.
He knew he was a maniac.
And he loved it.
His appetite for chaos could only be quenched with the fear of his adversaries.
But the day came when there was no more fear to suck.
Some embrace their inner lunacy.
Others deny it.
His mission was simply to make the world realize what it truly was.
And then, once it was full of insanity ...
He would watch it burn.
But instead, he was the one to burn.
Now, he is what he has always been.
He is a mirage.
Gone, but not forgotten, he slumbers in the mind of his carrier ...
Awaiting a day when he can return.
But for now ...

Suddenly, the mask on screen is engulfed in flames, slowly fading away into ashes. The screen is, once more, black. Gradually, its color changes to gold, as a final bit of text appears.

Diamonds are forever.

[FGA Office]

The camera cuts away from ringside and takes us backstage, right to the most notorious man in the world (so he believes at least) and his manager. The man in question, well that’s none other than The British Mamba, Johnny Cannon who is decked in all black ring gear, whilst he sports a perfectly tailored black tuxedo jacket overtop. As for Goodrich, well he's gone full tuxedo for the occasion as well. The two Brits are dapper and dashing just as they always are. And like always, we’re greeted by the mouthpiece behind “Team Cannon”.

Quinn Goodrich: Good evening, ladies and gentleman! For those of you who haven't seen me before, likely because the cable you've been stealing for the last few months has finally been cut off - please allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the personal, and professional advocate to this man.

The camera focuses on Cannon who merely has his head down, smirking ever so confidently, listening intently as his confidant continues.

Quinn Goodrich: And this is a man who will walk out the winner of the best match on tonight's card in what will not only be the best wrestling event of the year, but the greatest Final Frontier in FGA history!

Quinn exclaims, as Cannon nods his head a few times, continuing to smile that cocksure grin of his.

Quinn Goodrich: FGA give yourselves a round of applause. I'm not talking about just the executives, or the wrestlers, but also talking about the hardworking technicians, electricians, physicians, janitors, concession boys, ticket scalpers, the whole bloody lot of you. All of you deserve to feel good about yourselves this evening - not that you wankers had anything to do with it. Let’s not kid ourselves. There’s a reason cable executives didn’t want to do business with this company for so long. Sadly, I can’t say that I blame them, It’s because the last time they took a chance on this place you people put the ball in the hands of men like Dom Harter and Jimmy Page and they embarrassed this company - hell almost ruined it even. It wasn’t until my client signed on the dotted lines - making not what he’s worth of course, because that would send this nation further into debt, but what he’s comfortable with earning - did the WGN network decide they wanted to jump on board. And you asked why? Well it’s simple!

Goodrich claims, whilst Cannon merely shrugs his shoulders rather matter of factly.

Quinn Goodrich: It’s because my client is a class act - however, his actions in the ring are down right despicable, and could be punishable by death in thirty one states - luckily for him, New York doesn’t believe in the death penalty. But what they do believe in is stars. They love them. They worship them. Well, you’re looking at the biggest one in professional wrestling right here. You don’t have to take my word for it. Just look at him. Look at how he carries himself - with dignity, sophistication, and self-respect. LOOK AT THIS GODDAMN TUXEDO!

Goodrich presses Cannon’s shoulder blade, pinching the fabric as his voice cracks. .

Quinn Goodrich: Ralph Lauren. Black Label. It goes for quite a pretty penny in stores but they gave it to the man for free tonight because they knew the occasion called for such flare. But more importantly, they knew it’d look good on him and if you disagree then you’re just jealous because you made poor life choices - like making a career out of a job you hate collecting an hourly salary that pays you little to nothing, just to spend whatever's left of your check after it’s been raped by Uncle Sam on the ticket you bought to get into the building tonight - just to sit in the stands, watching my client steal the show, wishing you could be in his shoes, but deep down you know you couldn’t afford to buy his Oxfords. It’s either that or you’re lying to yourselves like each and everyone of those men and women in the back who believe that they’re better than him just to step up into the plate and get MOWED down!

The grin on Cannon’s face vanishes, as he nods his head a few times.

Quinn Goodrich: And tonight, it will be no different with Tony Carmine. It’s business as usual. Tonight, my client is going to take Tony’s shattered pride, and the only other thing he has left - the FGA Pride Championship. Just like he said he would. Just like he promised the first time he walked into the building. He said he was here to redefine professional wrestling in FGA. He said he was here to take FGA to heights they could never reach without him. He said he was here to clean the Pride division. Well look at the date. December 12th, 2015. Tonight, the journey comes full circle, because tonight my client does what he ALWAYS does, and that’s KEEP his WORD!

Goodrich proclaims, getting animated whilst Johnny whispers  “Yeah” in the background.

Quinn Goodrich: That’s put on a SPECTACLE! That’s put on a CLINIC! Tonight, you people are invited to the greatest symphony on earth and you’re looking at the world’s most skilled COMPOSER! You’re looking at a man who has HONED his abilities, and has MASTERED his craft! You’re looking at a man who has gone toe to toe with giants and has CHOPPED them down to size. Has gone against speed demons and has KILLED their momentum. Has gone against legends… and has MURDERED their legacies!

Goodrich looks right into the camera, whilst Cannon whispers “Yeah” just a little bit louder, shaking his head and rolling his neck every which way as he begins to loosen up.

Quinn Goodrich: And tonight, tonight we add Tony Carmine to the list - the list of men who thought they could dance with the human tornado and not get BLOWN away. Tonight, we add Tony Carmine to the list of prima donnas who got caught up in their own hype because they surrounded themselves with a bunch of yes-men who told them whatever they wanted to hear, only to step into the ring with my client and realize that they were in over their heads. TONIGHT, we add Tony Carmine to the list of men who got RUN OVER for trying to stand in the way of my client proving ONCE again why he is the pound for pound BEST wrestler in the game TODAY!

Quinn shouts sternly, while Cannon begins bouncing in place, starting to get fired up. The fire in his blue eyes grows more intense with each passing second.

Quinn Goodrich: AND THE BEST CAME HERE TO MANHATTAN NEW YORK TO GIVE YOU PEOPLE THE MATCH YOU’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE. WELL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE WAIT IS OVER. PREPARE TO BE AMAZED BY THE MAN THAT HAS TAKEN FGA FOR RANSOM!

A little bit higher off the ground now, as Johnny bounces his head back and forth several times, shaking it frantically from side to side as well.

Quinn Goodrich: THE MAN THAT CAME TO SHOW TONY CARMINE WHY YOU SHOULDN’T FIGHT OUT OF YOUR WEIGHT CLASS BECAUSE YOU MIGHT JUST GET BUSTED UP! YOU MIGHT GET BEATEN FROM PILLAR TO POST. YOU MIGHT GET YOUR BLOODY HEAD KICKED OFF! I’VE TOLD YOU PEOPLE ONCE AND I’LL TELL YOU AGAIN. YOU KNOW THAT THE BEST GO LAST… BUT TONIGHT… TONIGHT THE BEST HAS A DINNER RESERVATION AT LE BERNARDIN! HE BOUGHT OUT THE STORE FOR A MIDNIGHT DINNER DATE WITH A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN WHO CAN’T WAIT TO SIP WINE WITH A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH!  

Even higher in the air now, nearly bringing the knees in as he breathes in and out several times.

Quinn Goodrich: AND TONY, THAT’S A DIAMOND THAT YOU COULD NEVER CUT, BUT A DIAMOND THAT’LL SHINE BRIGHTER THAN YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO KID. TONIGHT YOU’RE ABOUT TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH A PHENOM. AND TONIGHT YOU’RE GOING TO UNDERSTAND WHY HE WALKED OUT OF THAT MATCH WAY… WAY… WAYYY BACK WHEN. IT WASN’T BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID…. IT WASN’T BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE COULDN’T BEAT YOU… IT’S BECAUSE HE KNEW YOU WERE THE MAN TO BEAT IN THE PRIDE DIVISION AND WANTED TO GIVE YOU A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME… WELL NOW HE’S COME TO KNOCK YOU OUT! AND YOU CAN TRY TO STOP HIM BUT YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SO JUST ENJOY THE RIDE WHILE YOU CAN. ENJOY THE GREATEST THIRTY MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE!

Goodrich shouts vehemently, his voice going hoarse and his face turning red whilst Cannon leaps into the sky, getting incredible elevation as he screams and yells in the background.

Quinn Goodrich: BECAUSE TONIGHT YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE APART OF SOMETHING SPECIAL! THESE PEOPLE ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS SOMETHING SPECIAL! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN… I GIVE TO YOU A MAN WHO GOES BY MANY NAMES! YOU MAY KNOW HIM AS… JOHNNY “INSTANT CLASSIC”... AS JOHNNY “WITH THE FIVE STAR MATCHES”.... AS JOHNNY “THE BADDEST MAN ON THE PLANET”.... BUT TONIGHT WHEN IT’S ALL SAIND AND DONE YOU’LL BE CALLING HIM THE NEWWWWWWW FGA PRIDE CHAMPION….. THE LAST REAL WRESTLER…AND THE ONLY ]REAL MAN LEFT IN THE GAME…. JOHNNY CANNON!

Cannon suddenly stops, throwing the tuxedo back as it falls to the floor whilst he steps forward toward the camera. As he stares daggers into the lens, The British Mamba screams “YEAHHH” with as much intensity and ferocity he physically can before giving the camera the heisman, and we fade back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

FGA PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine vs. Johnny Cannon

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

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

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

"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 nod

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest will be contested under Pride Rules and it is for the FGA Pride Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the wing by his manager, Quinn Goodrich! From London, England! Weighing in at 245 pounds! He is “The British Mamba”... JOOOOOOOHNNYYYYYYY CAAAAAANNOOOOOOON!

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon finally gets his shot at the FGA Pride Championship. The British Mamba has been boasting for months now about how he is the best pure wrestler here in FGA. However, his actions as of late have proven that he is anything but pure.

Stephy Auger: That’s exactly right. Cannon seemed to go out of his way to hurt Leanne Evangelista. Mission accomplished, I guess, since she now has two vertebrae fractures and will be out for several months.

When "Solarflare" by Yung Lean hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him(never the same group of women). He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out.

"The molecule that's me won't go without a fist
I'm a molecule but I stand in the mist
Bitch don't cut your wrists, I'mma kill to live
Solar flare, I can see the skies opening, I'm almost there"

After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring as he instructs the females to have the ropes held for him by the time he gets to ringside. With the ladies seated on the middle rope, Tony ignores them and walks up the steps and into the ring on his own. Tony laughs as he stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to the group of females as they step off the apron. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! He weighs in at 179 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… FGA Pride Champion! Ladies and gentleman… SUNSHIIIIIIIINE SCANDALOUS TOOOOOOONYYYYYYYYYYY CAAAAAAAAARMIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNE!

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine failed in his quest to become a double champion when he lost Chandler Scott in a World Championship Match. Now The Scandalous One finds himself in another championship match. This time, a Pride Championship Match, where he’ll defend against the man that just put Evangelista on the shelf.

Stephy Auger: Two names have been at the top of the contenders list for the Pride Title for several months now: Evangelista and Johnny Cannon. Tony was able to dispatch of Evangelista. But it’s time to see how he fairs against Cannon. These two met up in Cannon’s first match here in FGA. Tony won, but it was by intentional countout. Let’s see what happens this time around when the gold is up for grabs.

The match starts with Cannon and Tony reluctantly and cautiously shaking hands to avoid being docked a rope break. But just then, they begin launching forearm strikes at each other.

Kris Cruise: These two aren’t wasting any time going after each other!

The two men trade blows while never letting go of each other’s right hand. Cannon then yanks Tony over to him and nails him with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. After an elbow to the base of the neck knocks Tony down to one knee, Cannon sizes him up before throwing out the Roundhouse Kick. But Tony ducks, yanks Cannon down to the canvas and applies the Sprinkle Lock.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s applied he Sprinkle Lock! The champion is looking to pick up the first fall early and put Cannon down in a 0-1 hole.

Stephy Auger: If Cannon drops this first fall, he would have the win the next two to become champion.

Tony gets back to his feet as he continues to crank away with the hold. But Cannon’s able to turn over and use his free leg to shove Tony off of him. After both men get back to a vertical base, Cannon runs over at Tony and throws out a big boot. But Tony catches his foot and throws him down with a dragonscrew leg whip. He then quickly lifts up Cannon’s right leg and turns him back over into the Sprinkle Lock.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s right back at it as he tries to go to work on that ankle.

Stephy Auger: A lot of Cannon’s offense is base daround those powerful kicks of his. If Tony continues to work over and injure that ankle, those strikes won’t be nearly as effective.

Cannon stands up on his hands and then rolls forward. But Tony rolls through it, gets back to his feet and continues to crank away at the ankle. Cannon then tries to crawl towards the ropes. But Tony drags him back towards the center of the ring. He then kneels down while continuing to try and snap Cannon’s ankle. But again, Cannon’s able to roll over and use his free leg to kick Tony square in the face, breaking the hold.

As Cannon gets back up to his feet, he’s met with a kick to the midsection from Tony. He then grabs The British Mamba, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cannon around, Tony deliver a series of back elbow smashes to the face, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then steps back before knocking Cannon down in the corner with a series of stomps to the chest. Tony then chokes Cannon with his foot while pulling down on the ropes. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hod.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tony lets go, but the ref still scolds him for applying a choke in a Pride Rules Match. He then warns Tony about the choke and that if he does it again, he’ll be docking him one of his three rope breaks.

Of course, Tony pays him no mind.

The Scandalous One reaches down, pulls Cannon up and whips him into the opposite corner. Tony charges across the ring. But Cannon rocks him with a European Uppercut. He then grabs Tony and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tony around, Cannon unleashes a series of stinging knife edge chops that quickly turn Tony’s chest red. He then takes Tony, whips him across the ring and follows him into the corner. But instead of colliding with the turnbuckles, Tony grabs the top ropes and vaults himself over the oncoming Cannon. When Cannon turns around, Tony rocks him with a reverse discus elbow. He then quickly takes Cannon and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. Tony then climbs the ropes, grabs Cannon and throws him down to the canvas with a top rope arm drag.

Kris Cruise: Carmine throws Cannon down with the avalanche arm drag.

Stephy Auger: You know what usually comes next after that, Kris?

While Cannon’s down on the canvas, Tony is crouched down, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When Cannon turns over and gets up on one knee, Tony charges over with the sole intention of delivering #PimpShit. But Cannon gets to his feet, hoists Tony in the air, and catches him on the way down with the Cardiac Arrest. After hooking one of Tony’s arms, Cannon hoists him up and plants him with the Cannon Driver II. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Cannon grabs Tony and moves him into the corner. After a shoulder thrust nearly drives all the air out of Tony, Cannon applies a Muay Thai Clinch and begins rocking Tony with alternating knee strikes to the face. He releases the clinch before whipping Tony into the opposite corner. Cannon then charges across the ring and goes for a charging high knee strike. But Tony catches him. He then walks out of the corner, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a DDT. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Tony picks up Cannon, hooks his arms on the top rope and unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the venue. He then unhooks Cannon’s arms and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Tony into the ropes. When Tony returns, Cannon bends over to set up a back body drop. Tony counters with a sunset flip. But Cannon rolls out of it, grabs Tony’s leg and turns him over into a single leg crab.

Kris Cruise: Good reversal there by Cannon.

Stephy Auger: And now it’s Tony Carmine on the wrong end of a submission.

The crowd cheers at the sight of Tony in pain. The ref asks Tony if he wants to give up. But Tony refuses. So Cannon pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

Kris Cruise: The first fall hasn’t been decided. But it is the most important fall in matches like these, especially when there’s a championship on the line. The man that gains the first fall is going to have a huge advantage.

Stephy Auger: The pressure goes all onto the shoulders of the man that drops the first fall.

The ref kneels back down and checks in on Tony. He asks the Pride Champ if he wants to give up. But again, Tony refuses to quit. He then begins to pull himself towards the ropes. But Cannon pulls back, stopping Tony in his tracks. After letting out a groan, Tony continues to fight through the pain as he scratches and claws his way across the mat. Goodrich then gets in front of Tony. He can be seen slapping the canvas and yelling at Tony to quit. The ref then instructs for Goodrich to move out of the way so that he doesn't try and pull the bottom rope away from Tony. Tony then pulls himself forward a few more inches… and grabs onto the bottom rope. The crowd boos as the ref gives Cannon until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Breaks the hold.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s free. But he’s now down two rope breaks to Cannon’s three. We also can’t forget that warning that the ref gave him not too long ago. If he performs another illegal hold or maneuver, that’s yet another rope break he’ll be docked.

The ref moves Cannon back, allowing Tony to pull himself up using the ropes. Once Tony’s back to a vertical base, Cannon goes back over and cracks him across the jaw with an elbow smash. After trapping Tony between the ropes, Cannon turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a big boot, knocking Tony through the ropes and down hard to the floor.

Kris Cruise: God, did Cannon get all of that one!

Stephy Auger: Does Tony even know where he is after that boot to the face?

As Tony is trying to shake out the cobwebs on the floor, Cannon rolls to the outside. He reaches down, grabs Tony and rolls him back into the ring. After Cannon climbs back up onto the apron, he takes a moment to put a heckling fan in his place. As he goes to step through the ropes, Tony runs over and kicks up the bottom rope, hitting Cannon between the legs.

Kris Cruise: How’d the ref not see that one?

After Cannon crumbles down to the mat, Tony begins to stomp away at him. He then picks up Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Tony into the corner. Cannon then charges into the corner, but Tony nails him with an elbow to the face. After a back kick sends Cannon stumbles back, Tony rolls backwards before delivering the Rainbow Kick. He then picks up Cannon, lifts him up across his back and then delivers It’s Always Sunny in Sicily. Tony makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

CARMINE - 1
CANNON - 0

Kris Cruise: The sun doesn’t just shine in Sicily. It shines here in New York City as well as Tony gets the one, two, three over Johnny Cannon. Tony has picked up the first fall. Now all of the pressure is in Johnny Cannon.

Stephy Auger: Cannon has to win two straight falls if he wants to leave this building as the new Pride Champion. Can he do it? Sure. Will he do it?

The bell sounds as the 30 second mandatory rest period has ended. Cannon can be seen trying to get back to a vertical base. Tony sees this, so he charges over and delivers a front dropkick, sending Cannon flying into the corner. Cannon spine collides with the turnbuckles. After Cannon slumps down in the corner, Tony goes over and pulls him back up. He then climbs up onto the middle ropes and nails Cannon with nine punches to the face. He goes for a tenth. But he stops and instead goes to swing his hips. Just then, Cannon grabs Tony, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Tony’s doubled over, Cannon plants him with a hammerlock legsweep DDT. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s decided he’d rather swing his hips then finish off Cannon and now, he’s paying for it.

Stephy Auger: He also used those closed fists, which is a non-no in these Pride Rules Matches. So that’s now two rope breaks Tony has been docked. He’s playing a very dangerous game here, Kris.

Cannon picks up Tony and nails him with an elbow strike before whipping him into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Cannon hoists him up in the air. On the way down, Cannon throws out the Cardiac Arrest. But Tony catches his foot on the way down and reverses into a dragonscrew leg whip. As Cannon gets up on one knee, Tony goes over to deliver #PimpShit. But Cannon quickly rolls to the outside, avoiding the finisher.

Kris Cruise: Cannon saw it coming and wisely retreated to the outside.

Stephy Auger: Cannon may want to be done with Tony. But I don’t think Tony’s done with him...

While Cannon takes a breather on the outside, Tony runs and takes off into the ropes. When Tony comes back, he hurls himself through the ropes, knocking Cannon down with a rolling suicide dive. Tony picks up Cannon, slams him face first onto the apron and then follows up with a snap suplex onto the floor. Cannon can be heard groaning in pain upon impact. Tony picks up cannon, rams him back-first against the side of the ring and then rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Tony holds down Cannon’s wrist as he makes the lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Cannon gets his foot on the bottom rope. But that’s now one rope break that he’s down.

Stephy Auger: Cannon escapes the pin. But what kind of damage was done on the outside. Tony absolutely blindsiding him with that flipping suicide dive through the ropes. Then that snap suplex onto the floor had to hurt. Getting rammed against the side of the ring probably didn’t do him any favors, either.

Tony takes Cannon and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Tony knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony caught Cannon flush across the chin with that kick. But Cannon had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but how much more is Cannon going to be able to take?

Tony picks up Cannon, snapmares him down and follows up with several soccer kicks to the small of the back. He then takes reaches down, pulls Cannon’s head back and delivers a 12-to-6 elbow to the face. Tony reaches down, picks Cannon back up and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Tony throws out a discus back elbow. But Cannon blocks and counters with a half nelson suplex.

Kris Cruise: Bit counter there by Cannon nearly drops Tony right on his head.

Stephy Auger: Tony looks like he’s hurt regardless.

Kris Cruise: Both of these competitors are now down. Which one of these men is going to get back to their feet first. Whomever does has a good chance of controlling, and ultimately winning, this second fall.

Once he’s checked on both men, the referee starts his count.

ONE!






TWO!






THREE!





FOUR!






FIVE!







SIX!







SEVE-

As Cannon and Tony slowly get back to a vertical base, Cannon runs over and knocks him down with a running elbow strike. The impact from the strike can be heard throughout the venue. He then reaches down, pulls up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When Tony bounces off the ropes, Cannon rocks him with a discus elbow strike. He makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony got clobbered with that spinning elbow. But he was still able to get his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Both of these men have been taking some hard, hard shots. But they keep on pushing forward.

As Cannon reaches down and slowly pulls up Tony, Tony knocks his hands off of him and follows up with a reverse discus elbow. He then takes Cannon and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Tony sets up for a back body drop. But Cannon counters with a kick to the face that knocks Tony upright. Cannon quickly follows up with the Roundhouse Kick, sending Tony falling face first to the canvas. Cannon drops down, pulls him over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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THREE!

CARMINE - 1
CANNON - 1

Kris Cruise: Just like that, the score is now tied!

Stephy Auger: Cannon’s an accomplished striker. But that Roundhouse Kick has to be the most lethal weapon in his arsenal. He can hit it at any time. It can come out of nowhere. And when he hits you with it? Goodnight.

The bell sounds to end the 30 second rest period. As Tony’s pulling himself up using the ropes, Cannon runs up from behind, hooks an arm and delivers a half nelson suplex. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Cannon picks up Tony, hooks his arms from behind and delivers a dragon suplex. He crawls over, turns Tony over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up. But both Cannon and Goodrich protest the call, insisting that it was in fact a three count.

Kris Cruise: Cannon’s starting to get a little testy. He sees the Pride Championship. It’s within his reach. But if he wants to walk out of here with the title, he can’t let himself get distracted by calls he doesn’t like.

Cannon picks up Tony and applies a waist lock from behind. He then pushes Tony into the ropes. As Tony ricochets off the ropes, Cannon rolls back and goes for a German Suplex. But Tony somehow lands on his feet. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Cannon knocks him down with a reverse roundhouse kick. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TH-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Cannon picks up Tony and nails him with a hard forearm strike. Tony answers back with a forearm of his own. Cannon then nails Tony with another forearm strike. But Tony responds with another strike of his own. He then beats Cannon to the punch, nailing him with another forearm strike. He then nails Cannon with another strike… and another… and another. While Cannon’s dazed, Tony turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Cannon knocks him down with a diving European Uppercut. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: The Pride Champion’s taken a lot of punishment from The British Mamba. But The Scandalous One will not stay down for another three count.

Cannon picks up Tony and rocks him with a European Uppercut, sending the Pride Champion stumbling back into the corner. After making his way into the corner, Cannon hoists up Tony and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs up onto the second ropes and tries to grab Tony for the Cannon Driver.

Kris Cruise: Oh no! This is the move that many think injured Evangelista two weeks ago. Say what you want about Tony Carmine. But you never want to see a grappler get injured, regardless of it you like them or not.

Cannon tries to set Tony up for the move. But Tony fights it off. He then rakes Cannon across the eyes before shoving him off, sending Cannon crashing down back first onto the mat. Once Tony steps up onto the top turnbuckle, he turns around, flips off and connects with the Phoenix Splash. He makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Tony gets up and stomps on Cannon’s face before marching back into the corner. After scaling the turnbuckles, Tony flips off from the top and goes for another Phoenix Splash. But this time, Cannon rolls out of the way, causing Tony to crash onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Nobody’s home!

Stephy Auger: The high risk didn’t pay off that time and now Tony’s in a bad way.

While Tony still down in the prone position, Cannon gets back to his feet. He comes up from behind Tony, pulls his arms back and delivers a surfboard curb stomp. He turns Tony over and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Cannon picks up Tony, pulls his arm back and throws out a burning lariat. But Tony ducks, grabs Cannon, runs into the corner and throws him shoulder-first into the ring post. He then pulls Cannon from out of the corner, hammerlocks his arm, runs and tosses him shoulder-first back into the corner. Tony then takes Cannon, lifts him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing the ropes, Tony hooks Cannon arm and throws him down with a top rope arm drag. As Cannon slowly turns over and gets up one knee, Tony runs over to throw out #PimpShit. But Cannon lunges up and knocks him down with a spinning European Uppercut with his good arm. He makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Cannon picks up Tony and nails him with multiple open hand slaps. Cannon then delivers an elbow strike to the head, followed by a discus forearm strike. While Tony’s dazed, Cannon turns and takes off into the ropes. When Cannon comes back, Tony doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then lifts up Cannon before planting him with a piledriver. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cannon gets his shoulder up.

Tony picks up Cannon, knees him in the midsection and follows up with a snap suplex. He then picks Cannon back up, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. While Cannon’s down, Tony heads into the corner. After scaling the turnbuckles, he flips off and goes for the Phoenix Splash. Cannon rolls out of the way. But Tony’s able to land on his feet. After his momentum sends him rolling forward, Tony gets back to his feet. He then turns around and runs at Cannon. But Cannon turns him inside out with a single leg dropkick. Cannon picks up Tony and goes for a powerbomb. But Tony nails him with rapid elbow shots to the head before bringing him down with a hurricanrana. As Cannon turns over and gets up on one knee, Tony runs over and connects with #PimpShit. He then picks up Cannon, lifts him up and delivers It’s Always Sunny in Sicily. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“Solarflare” blares throughout the arena to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Cheers because Cannon was denied the Pride Champion and boos because Tony once again retained.

[color=palegoldenrodJ.A. Aldridge:[/color] Here is your winner and STIIIIIIILL… the FGA Pride Champion, Tony Carmine!

Kris Cruise: Tony’s once again retained his championship.

Stephy Auger: Those are now two of the top contenders for his championship that he’s defeated. Where does The Scandalous One go from here? Who is next in line to try and take the Pride Championship away from him?

Tony rolls out of the ring, where he’s given his Pride Championship belt. Tony snatches the belt away from the timekeeper as the ref goes to raise his hand. But Tony pulls his arm away from the ref and shoves him away from him. Tony turns and looks back at the ring as he walks up the ramp. He slowly raises Pride Championship in the air to boos and jeers from the New York crowd.

[FGA Office]

Cameras cut backstage to right outside a locker room door. The door slowly opens and a now fully clothed Sean Sands, no longer sporting his ring gear, steps out. Carrying a gym bag, Sands closes the door and turns around...only to be met with applause from some of the backstage workers nearby. Sean nods and mouths the words “thank you” before he slowly begins making his way towards the arena exit.

However, after a few seconds of walking, he stops in his tracks and smirks.

Sean Sands: Spencer.

FGA interviewer Spencer Burke comes into the shot, not carrying his microphone with him this time. He extends his hand out to Sean, smiling at him.

Spencer Burke: I wanted to say thank you for always being one of the not too mean people around here. You were always really great to interview and I wish you the best of luck with whatever you do from here.

Sean extends out his own hand and shakes Spencer’s before he pats Spencer on the shoulder.

Sean Sands: You are a great interviewer, Spencer Burke. Don’t let anybody else tell you differently. And thank you for the kind words. I appreciate them.

Spencer nods before the two men release hands and he walks off, allowing Sean to continue his walk to the exit. But once again, the walk is stopped short as after a few more seconds, Sands stops in his tracks and nods at someone right outside of camera’s view.  The camera pans to show Johnny Karma standing there, looking more than a little bit dejected that a whole show in NYC is going ahead and he’s not booked on it - but when he sees Sands walking past that seems to take his mind off of things for a moment

Johnny Karma: So I guess this is it, huh?

Sean nods.

Sean Sands: This is it. I gotta say though, I always enjoyed it when we faced off. You were always a real tough challenge when we met in that ring. It was never easy going up against you and you earned my respect during those matches.

At first Karma’s response is a resigned shrug of the shoulders

Johnny Karma: Yeah, if only somebody might’ve mentioned that to whoever’s running this place…

...but, having got the kvetching out of his system, Karma reverts to being something of a conversationalist

Johnny Karma: I guess this is an end of an era...if this is an actual end-of-an-era thing, rather than you cashing in one of your mandatory seven retirements every wrestler has, anyway.

Sands chuckles.

Sean Sands: Nah, I plan on staying retired. Thanks for giving me hell in that ring, Johnny.

Sands then extends out his hand to Karma.

Johnny Karma: I guess I’ll be seeing you when I see you.

Karma accepts the handshake. The two men nod at one another afterwards before Sands walks past Karma, patting him on the shoulder as he did so. However, as soon as Karma disappears from one end of the shot, another person enters from the other. This is none other than former PDW superstar, Yun Goeun. Sean cracks a smile as he looks at Yun.

Sean Sands: Hey, Yun. Come to say goodbye too?

Yun Goeun: I heard your speech to Karma about staying retired, but deep down I know one day you will get that urge again. As someone who once walked away from something, I can tell you that urge will always be there. So, I’m not going to say good bye. We’ll call it, see ya later.

Yun holds out her hand for a handshake, Sean Sands ignores it and hugs her, to which Yun returns the hug.

Yun Goeun: Besides, it is not like I won’t see you all the time, I mean hell I think we are almost family, and I don’t toss that word around easily.. So for now, take it easy and I’ll see you later.”

Yun says that with a smile.

Yun Goeun: Besides, you still owe me a match one day...

Sean chuckles.

Sean Sands: You might have to settle for a game of scrabble or something. But thank you, Yun. I'll see you later.

Yun then walks off, leaving Sean behind. However, he doesn't even bother moving as almost immediately after Yun leaves the shot, a familiar face to Sean steps in.

Sean Sands: Well, if it isn't Miss Longest Reigning Cyber champ herself.

With a big smile on her face, Salem Cartier moves in and gives him a big hug, perhaps saying a word or two only for Sean that the camera doesn’t pick up before stepping back..

Salem Cartier:  Yeah bud, you know it… too bad that belt no longer exists in HKW right?  I mean, I was champ at a time when the company split into two brands and was the #1 pick of Ignite as a result.  Now who was the GM of that brand… oh wait, it was you!

They both share a bit of a laugh.

Salem Cartier:  Beyond all your time and accolades as a wrestler, you were a rock solid General Manager.  Above all that, you were and are a genuine dude, who has somehow kept his sanity even being related to Tanner, through all his ups and downs.  You look after him, and take care of yourself too, alright?  Besides, you’re still on the board over at HKW, right?  I’m sure we’ll still see you from time to time.  I mean, there is a certain Brazilian chick that works in production… Flavia, right?  Everybody knows you’re sweet on her, bro.

Sean chuckles before he nods at Salem.

Sean Sands: Thank you for being you, Salem. You already know what I think about you as a wrestler and as a person, so I guess I’ll see you around in HKW.

The two hug once more before Salem walks off in one direction while Sean continues his straight path to the exit, only to stop yet again, smiling.

Sean Sands: Hi, Noelle.

Noelle lit up with a smile seeing Sean, and she steps in for a quick hug.

Noelle Smith:  Sean!  I’m glad I got to see you before you left.  I just wanted to say, even though I never got to face you one on one?  It would have been a real honor.  You’re… something else, you know?  And I mean that in the best way.  You’ve always been exactly who you are, high and low and that’s really special in a business like this.

She steps back and smiles at him again.

Noelle Smith:  I just wanted you to know that, and I know...kinda girly but hey.  It’s how I really feel.

Sean slightly blushes before he nods at Noelle.

Sean Sands: Thank you for the kind words, Noelle. And I really do wish we could have had that match against each other. But you’re going to end up facing a lot of wrestlers that are superior in skill level compared to me...and you’re going to likely beat them. Because, as far as I can tell, you’re only a few steps away from reaching the top of the mountain. You’re talented, smart, kind, and brave. You’re already a top tier champion in my eyes. You just gotta go out there and do it. I’m thinking by this time next year, you’ll have achieved that goal.

Sean smiles once again.

Noelle Smith:  Thank you…

Noelle pauses and looks up at him, takes a breath and smiles before she continues.

Noelle Smith:  That really means a lot to me, Sean.  I won’t forget you said that...and if...no, when I get there?  I’m going to remember to thank you again.  Just watch and see.

Sean Sands: I’ll be sure to do that. And again, thank you for the kind words.

The two hug one last time before Noelle walks off. But Sean doesn’t move as almost immediately after, the FGA World Tag Team champions, Whiskey Ayano and Dexter Jacobs, walk into the shot.

Sean Sands: Oh, boy. Whiskey’s coming to say goodbye too? Let me guess. You’ve got me a retirement gift and it’s booze.

At this Whiskey sheepishly caps the massive bottle of rum she’d been drinking from and holds it out in front of her in offering, earning an exasperated look not only from Sean, but from her tag partner too, who gives her a light swat on the back of her head.

Whiskey Ayano: Uh… Whiskey will have-u it in the mail, Sean-kun. So this is really it-u for you and the mullet of infinite power, hai?

Sean feels at his hair before he lets out a chuckle.

Sean Sands: Yup. This is it. And this might be the last time you see me with my MANE. But I'll be seeing you around at the HKW facility anyway. Your partner? Not so much.

Sean then extends out his hand to Dex. Dexter pauses, rubbing his jaw, giving Sean a curt nod before shaking his hand firmly.

Dexter Jacobs: Good lookin’ out, Sands. Do your thing.

The terse southerner gives Whiskey a glance, rolling his eyes slightly.

Dexter Jacobs: Stop eyeballin’ the man’s hair, Whiskey. Jesus.

Whiskey Ayano: Whiskey can’t help it! You’re a southern man-u Dex-kun, you should grow one!

There’s a long pause as Dex gives his partner a look that speaks volumes about his opinion on that suggestion. After a moment Whiskey shrugs and steps in to give Sean a hug.

Whiskey Ayano: Whiskey expects you to still stop in at-u the training center, hai? Help her show the new kids how to do it-u right.

The two pull away and Sean chuckles.

Sean Sands: Will do, Whiskey. Will do. Good luck to you both out there tonight.

Both Whiskey and Dexter walk past Sean after they both shoot him a nod, Whiskey patting him on the back as she walks away. Sean then smiles again as a few seconds later, Annie and Laurel walk into the shot, the former in her ring gear, the latter in slouchy street clothes.

Annie Zellor: Heyyy Sean!

She shouts out before giving Sands a brief hug.

Sean Sands: Annie. And Laurel, I didn’t think you were even here tonight.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I, uh, I wasn’t going to be, originally. I’m stayin’ low. But I just couldn’t miss your retirement match, man. You’re one of the best guys I’ve ever met in wrestling, in and out of the ring.

She reaches forward and pulls Sean into an embrace.

Annie Zellor: That goes for me too.

Laurel Anne Hardy: You’ve always been a good friend, and good to the people I care about, an’ that means a lot to me. An’ you might be done with the fighting now but I still got your back, mate. You ever need anything, you pick up that phone right away.

Annie Zellor: I know we’ve never had much to do with each other, Sean, but I’m going to miss seeing you in that ring. Like, you were always an inspiration of what good can do without going over to the dark side, and I wanna be like that. But like Laurel said, if you ever need anything, you know how to contact me.

Annie and Laurel sandwich Sean from both sides in a #Sparklebuddy Cuddle Special.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Don’t be a stranger, hon. Or I’ll kick your arse.

Sean chuckles before he looks over at Laurel.

Sean Sands: I swear I won't be a stranger, Laurel. God knows I don't need that ass whooping.

He then looks over at Annie.

Sean Sands: And thank you, Annie. I didn't know you saw me as an inspiration. Thank you both.

The two #sparklebuddies hug Sean once more before they head off. Sands then moves forward again, getting a longer walk in before he stops.

Sean Sands: ....Izzy.

Izzy stands against the wall, her head slightly lowered. It’s evident that a devilish grin is upon her face. Furthermore, her whole face doesn’t bear the same liveliness that he saw when they first met. Only her eyes move up to meet Sean. It takes a long moment before her smirk dissolves into an... almost happy one.

Izzy Anders: Hello there, Mr. Sands--oh, wait, sorry. I forgot that you don’t like the “mister” thing. So let me try again.

She chuckles to herself and dramatically clears her throat. She pauses for a moment, looking off down the hallway.

Izzy Anders: Hello, Sean.

He stares at her for a second.

Sean Sands: Well, I guess this is it. I know you've been doing real well since the moment you stepped into this company and you've deserved every accomplishment that you've won. Just know that you are someone who I respect both in and out of the ring.

Izzy lolls her tongue in her mouth. After another moment, she gets up and walks forward. She seems as if she’s going to get in his face, but she ends up giving him a genuine grin.

Izzy Anders: Well then, Sean, I’m glad to hear it. It’s quite to see you go, but I’m glad you did whatcha needed to beforehand. I hope you’ve, uh, vindicated yourself. You beat down Chris Q. He was that one demon lurking around in your head, eh?

Sean nods.

Sean Sands: He was. Wishing you the best of luck, Izzy. I know you’ll continue getting better and better.

Sands extends out his hand for a handshake.

Izzy Anders: Maybe I’ll be Grand Slam one day myself.

She takes the handshake. Then she allows her competitive nature to leak back in.

Izzy Anders: Hey, if you ever have one of those moments where you want to fight again, come and find me. I’d like to take you on...old man.

Izzy let go of Sean’s hand before heading off camera. She left Sean with a final pat on the shoulder. Sean chuckles and shakes his head before he heads off in the opposite direction, only to stop as soon as he saw a familiar face.

Sean Sands: I wonder. If I’m old, what does that make you....Zero?

Zero laughs some with his arms crossed one another and just lowers his head some in sadness of seeing Sean on his way. He raises his head and just starts to nod.

Zero McHannon: Younger than you with those joints of yours?

Another laugh as Zero reaches out and puts a hand on Sean’s shoulder. It took him a moment, being a little lost in words, but he smiles.

Zero McHannon: Proud of you, Sean. I know that we’ve had a few rough times ourselves, and I’m not the best with these types of moments, but I’m damn proud of you. Hopefully whenever I join you we will be able to look back on all of this and reflect. Be a couple of old farts around the fire, drinking beer, and talking about the good times.

Sean chuckles.

Sean Sands: Sounds like a plan, friend. Good luck in your match tonight. I know you fought hard to get here, so I’ll be sure to watch you and Chandler rip at each other. Also, beers are on me, win or lose tonight.

Zero looks lazily at the ground and nods his head, not fully wanting to say goodbye to a hell of an athlete and role model for the company.

Zero McHannon: Good luck to you as well, man. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around the office if I survive to tell the tale after this match with Chandler. I might’ve fought hard to get here, but you’ve put up a fight your whole career. Hold your head high because of that.

Sean nods before he slaps Zero in the shoulder.

Sean Sands: Thanks, pal. I’ll see you later.

Zero nods back at Sean before he heads off, allowing Sean to continue walking towards the entrance, now only a couple of feet away. But once again, Sean stops walking and seems to not be too pleased to see this next person. The camera quickly pans over to show FGA World Champion, Chandler Scott, getting ready for his match later tonight. Letting out a sigh, Sean walks up to Chandler and clears his throat to get his attention before nodding at him.

Sean Sands: Chandler.

Chandler Scott: Well, well, well. Would you look at this? The lightbulb finally went off over your head, Sands. You finally figured out what everyone else knew several months ago. This business has long passed you by…

Chandler gets up in Sands’ face. The tension between the two is as palpable as ever.

Chandler Scott: … Or so I thought. You and I, we’ve never seen eye to eye. We’ve never liked each other. And after some of the things I’ve said about you and your family, we’ll probably never respect each other. But I’m all for giving credit to where it’s due. You went out there and proved to everyone, myself included, that you’re one of the best. I don’t know where your travels will take you and to be honest, I really don’t care. But wherever you’re going… whatever you do next… I hope it makes you as happy as performing in that ring, did. Thanks for giving Chris Q the beating that he so richly deserved. Thanks for giving me one hell of a fight. But more importantly, thanks for showing a certain family member of mine the ropes. I… I appreciate it.

Sands stares at Scott for a few seconds before finally responding.

Sean Sands: Thank you, I appreciate that. However, I do want to point out one error. As a competitor, I respect the hell out of you. I’d like to think after what you just said you feel the same way. And did you say some things that made me despise you, especially when bringing up my family? Sure. But I’ve realized that even before I retired, all this hate and animosity that I had against you was really made out to be bigger than it needed to be. So, I’m willing to go for a clean slate here, especially since you and I will never be seen in the ring together ever again. I’m willing to forget about everything that was said. Now, I’m not saying we should be best friends or nothing, but if you want, we can at least stop being two people who dislike one another. So, what do you say? Clean slate or not?

Sands extends out his hand and offers up a small smile. Chandler looks down at his hand, then back up at him. He glances back down at the hand… and shakes it. The two men nod at one another before Chandler walks off, leaving Sean alone once again. Taking another sigh, Sean begins making his way towards the exit door again, but stops when he realizes someone is standing right in front of it. Sands smiles as he looks at the woman.

Sean Sands: Cyn…

As the camera pans out, it shows Cyncity looking on with a mixture of sadness and tiredness on her face. She lets out a sigh and takes a step forward.

Cyncity: Soooooo, it’s all finally starting to hit you now, isn’t it? This walk right here toward that door… it’s the last one.

Cyn sighs, shaking her head after her words.

Cyncity: I don’t think you really understood that at the last Vertigo. I know that you finally have closure and all, but… retirement? That’s something that you need to wrap your head around in itself. That’s why I told you at Vertigo that I wanted you to enjoy these moments. That I wasn’t going to interfere or take time away from your last hoorah. This? Tonight? It’s your night, not mine or anyone else’s. You literally put your blood, sweat and tears into this company and that shouldn’t be looked over. Heck, you were and are one of the main reasons that I signed with FGA two years ago! And now…

Another sigh from the next number one contender to the World championship.

Cyncity: … it’s over. Things won’t ever be the same in the Arts of Frontier Grappling without you in it. But you’ve had a heck of a run, Seaneth. You took everyone’s verbal and physical abuse and you just pushing through it. And now, you get to do something that not a lot of people get to do in this business. You get to walk out on your own terms.

Cyn swipes her fingers through her hair, and lets out a somewhat nervous chuckle.

Cyncity: I don’t even know what I’m talking about right now or if any of it even makes sense, but I know this will. Thank you for picking me to be your last opponent. Thank you for dubbing me as the future of the Arts of Frontier Grappling. Thank you for everything you’ve done for this company, but most importantly… thank you for always being friend - even though I took a couple of jabs at you a time or two… maybe three.

Sean chuckles before he moves in and pulls Cyn into a hug.

Sean Sands: I meant every word of it. Thank you for the hell you put me through out there. And I do hope you become FGA World champion sooner or later...and are a better champion than I could ever be.

Sean then kisses Cyn in the forehead before he lets her go, cracking another smile.

Sean Sands: One thing I won’t miss though is the name “Seaneth”.

Chuckling again, Sean nods at Cyn.

Sean Sands: I’ll visit you soon though. I promise that.

Cyn tightens the grip of the hug and then backs away.

Cyncity: Oh, and remember! When I retire we’re going on singles cruises and playing shuffleboard with the old folks! Might be a little bit yet, but we’re totes doing this! So while you’re figuring out what the heck is next for Sean Sands, remember… shuffleboard lessons! Just don’t start wearing fanny packs just yet. I don’t think we’re old enough for those things yet. Or maybe we are?

Cyn looks on confused, trying to figure out at what age people wear fanny packs.

Cyncity: I don’t think fanny packs are really necessary unless you collect coins or play the slots a lot though?

Sean begins cracking up again.

Sean Sands: Never change, Cyn. Never change. And yeah, I promise I won’t wear any fanny packs. They’re not very comfortable anyway.

The two hug once again before Cyn walks off, leaving him standing there, only a couple of inches away from the exit door. Letting out a sigh, Sands moves forward until he’s right at the door. Putting one hand on the door, he looks back at the surroundings he had just passed...and smiles. He then mutters the word “goodbye” before he turns around and pushes the door, then makes his exit, the door shutting close behind him, officially leaving the arena.

Officially leaving FGA.

[FGA Office]

FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Whiskey Dex vs. #sparklebuddies

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a best two out of three falls match and is for the FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

Kris Cruise:: Here we go, Stephy, one of the matches we’ve all been waiting for.

Stephy Auger: The rematch from Above & Beyond earlier this year, except this time without Hallyu Generation being involved, and to be a two out of three falls contest so it can’t be a draw again.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 421 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Noelle Smith … They are the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions … WHISKEY DEX!

“Pool of Booze, Booze, Booza” hits over the loudspeakers, the lights dimmed somewhat as the opening guitars kick in. When the verse begins, Dexter Jacobs steps out from the entryway, with Whiskey Ayano and Noelle Smith following just behind. The three share glances before Whiskey produces a bottle of hard liquor and a lighter. She takes a swig and holds up the lighter, creating a large gout of flame as she spits it out into the air. Dex merely shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the display before cracking his neck and heading down to the ring, Whiskey taking a moment to pose before coming down as well. Dex slides in and immediately heads to the corner, where he mounts the turnbuckles and raises a fist in the air as Whiskey follows suit, leaning on the ropes near him and taking another swig. She offers a pull to Dex as he hops down off the ropes before the two take a moment to prepare before the match begins.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 263 pounds … THE SPARKLEBUDDIES!

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

Kris Cruise:: I’m no expert, Stephy, but I think Annie Zellor is short a tag team partner.

Stephy Auger: There were reports earlier that Laurel Anne Hardy wouldn’t be competing tonight, and I guess they were true…

Whiskey and Dexter look at one another, the anger that they were feeling dissipating slightly as Annie gets handed a microphone.

Stephy Auger: Is this going to be a handicap match? Because I don’t think anybody wants to see that.

Annie Zellor: I know this match was billed as the #sparklebuddies versus Whiskey Dex, but unfortunately Laurel has decided to take a break from wrestling and won’t be competing tonight…

The crowd fall silent at the announcement; the members of Whiskey Dex exchange glances once more as Annie takes a moment to compose herself, inhaling deeply.

Kris Cruise:: Is she going to take on the champions by herself?

Annie Zellor: And that’s my fault; I drove her to that and I’d like to apologize again, both to Laurel, and to all the fans who were wanting to see us in action tonight. But I didn’t wanna leave you without a match tonight, so I asked around and I managed to find a last minute replacement, if you two are ok with that.

Whiskey and Dexter just glare at the lone #sparklebuddy.

The gentle guitar opening begins to play, soon accompanied by the twinkling piano sounds as "Let's See Action" by The Who starts playing throughout the arena.

Kris Cruise:: Can it be?!

Annie Zellor: Ladies and gentlemen, my partner for the evening, ‘THE METAL HEART’ BEN HANSON!

Roger Daltrey's vocal booms forth as Ben Hanson appears at the top of the aisle with his right fist raised to the skies. The fans here in the Hammerstein Ballroom almost explode in excitement as the former FGA Champion makes his way down the aisle, slapping hands with all the fans along the way.

Stephy Auger: One of the original FGA roster members returns after nearly two years away from the ring, and he’s helping Annie Zellor face the World Tag Team Champions!

Kris Cruise:: And listen to these fans, Stephy; they’re excited to see The Metal Heart back in an FGA ring. The last time we saw him he was facing Chandler Scott for the GFC World title, and I’m not sure Whiskey Dex know what to make of this.

Hanson hops up onto the apron and climbs into the ring as he stands alongside Annie Zellor; the pair of them stand their ground as Whiskey Dex emerge from their corner, staring down their opponents all the while. They hand off the titles to the referee who raises them high above his head.

Stephy Auger: Well it looks like we’ve got a match again, Kris.

Dexter is set to start out for the champions as Ben and Annie talk over which of them is going to start; Annie is adamant that she has to, so she won’t back down from the fight. And Ben begrudgingly agrees. The tension rising among the fans as Annie Zellor and Dexter Jacobs square off in the center of the ring. He stands a good foot taller and weighs a hundred and fifty pounds more than she does, but Zellor is keeping her promise and not backing down.

Until she gets hit in the face. That sends Zellor down to the mat, but she gets right back up as Dexter lays into her with another hard right. Annie gets back up again as she’s pushed back against the ropes, whereupon her chest gets lit up by several stinging knife edge chops.

Kris Cruise:: She might have saved Dom Harter’s career earlier tonight, but can Annie save herself here?

Some fans are cheering as Dexter unleashes his fury on the youngster, but the die hard Anniemaniacs in the audience are still rallying for their perennial favorite as she’s whipped across the ring. Zellor hits the ropes, coming back to a flapjack; Jacobs tosses her high in the air, only for Annie to rotate and counter with a dropkick to the face! It’s not enough to knock Dexter down, but it sends him stumbling backwards as Annie runs in with a flying forearm shot to the face. She fires off several more, taking the fight to the tag champion, but Dexter cuts her off with a knee to the midsection and a clubbing blow to the back, before throwing her down to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Stephy Auger: The brute strength of Dexter Jacobs is unparalleled in this match. Not a one of the other three can match him in that regard.

Annie tries to get up, but she’s stomped back down to the mat as Dexter works the entire body. Each limb, the torso, and finally the head before he drags Zellor towards the corner and makes the tag to Whiskey. The Deep South Dragon enters the ring and the tag champions use the five count to stomp a mudhole in their opponent as she slumps down in the corner. As the referee instructs Dexter to leave the ring, Whiskey glares down at Zellor; an evil glint in her eye as she lifts Annie up and delivers a snapmare out of the corner, before connecting with a stiff soccer kick to the spine! Zellor yells out in pain, and her partner is urging her to fight through the pain and try to make her way over to the corner.

But that’s not going to happen any time soon as Whiskey drags Annie back to her feet and, with an overhand punch, sends the former tag champ staggering back against a neutral corner. Whereupon Whiskey unleashes a series of brutal kicks to the torso as Annie tries her best to cover up.

Kris Cruise:: Whiskey wasn’t kidding when she said she going to hurt Annie Zellor, was she?

The referee finally intervenes, causing the Ayano to back away momentarily. Zellor is holding herself up using the top rope, her face a picture of steely determination. As Whiskey charges back in for the clothesline, however, Annie ducks under the arm; the Deep South Dragon hits the turnbuckle chest first and spins around to find Annie firing off forearm shots to the face! The Anniemaniacs in the crowd seemingly enjoying it, until Annie goes for an Irish whip. Whiskey easily reverses it, sending Zellor from pillar to post. Annie hits the far turnbuckle chest first and staggers back into the waiting arms of Whiskey Ayano and a bridging German suplex!

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Annie kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Annie saves herself, and Whiskey doesn’t look satisfied with that.

Kris Cruise:: What does Ayano have in mind here?

With her opponent prone on the mat, Whiskey continues stomping at her, even dropping the occasional knee down across the face before just kicking at the ribs. Finally, she drags Annie back to her feet and pushes her back into the corner again; this time Ayano engages in a Muay Thai style clinch, firing off several knees to the midsection. Hanson is standing on the apron calling out for the tag as Annie is being bombarded with knee strikes; the referee intervenes again, pushing Whiskey away as Zellor falls down to one knee.

Ayano grabs her opponent up by the hair and whips Annie across the ring, sending her hurtling towards the corner before Whiskey charges in with the cannonball – NO! Zellor dives out of the way in time, and Whiskey hits nothin’ but turnbuckle!

Stephy Auger: Big time miss there by Whiskey Ayano!

The Deep South Dragon lands on her head and shoulder; Noelle, on the outside, looks horrified as Annie begins to slowly crawl away from the wreckage. She manages to make it up to one knee, looking over to where Ben Hanson is calling out for the tag. Zellor pushes herself up to her feet, but Whiskey is beginning to stir. Staggering, stumbling, Annie begins to move, forcing herself closer to her corner – NO! Whiskey grabs hold of the foot, keeping hold of it as she stands up herself…

Kris Cruise:: Enzuigiri!

Annie’s boot impacts with the back of Whiskey’s head before she leaps and makes the tag out to The Metal Heart! The fans cheer loudly as Hanson storms the ring; he catches the rising Whiskey Ayano with a clothesline before Jacobs enters the ring. The big man charges at The Metal Heart, but Ben ducks under the lariat and counters with a dropkick to the back! Dexter stumbles forward towards the ropes, turning around in time to see Hanson running at him; the clothesline knocks the tag champion over the top rope, sending him tumbling to the mats outside!

Stephy Auger: He’s waited for this moment for so long, Kris. I don’t know if Whiskey Dex even know what to expect from the former FGA Champion, but these fans certainly remember him. And they’re loving seeing him back in action!

Kris Cruise:: They certainly are, Stephy. And if anybody can sympathise with what Annie Zellor is going through, it’ll be that man right there. He walked a very similar past back in Revival Wrestling, as our World Champion, Chandler Scott would be sure to remind you.

Hanson has the adrenaline flowing through him as Whiskey gets back to her feet. He runs at her, taking Ayano down with a legsweep backbreaker into an STO! But no pin attempt; Hanson drags Whiskey back to her feet and Irish whips her to the corner before delivering a discus clothesline, followed by a bulldog!

Stephy Auger: He’s gots skillz!

The fans are on their feet as Hanson poses with his fist raised high in the air; Jacobs climbs back up onto the apron before getting caught by a running knee lift by Hanson, before he turns his attention back to the rising Deep South Dragon. A toe kick doubles her over as Hanson hooks her by the waist band, lifting Whiskey up high for the slingshot brainbuster!

Kris Cruise:: A variation of the Metal Heart Suplex, and this could be the first fall.

But Hanson doesn’t go for the cover; he looks over to the corner where Annie is recovering, and he makes the tag out. Hanson instructs her to go to the top, and Zellor obliges; she scales the turnbuckle quickly and steadies herself before leaping off with one of Ben’s patented moves, a high trajectory guillotine legdrop! Zellor lands it across Whiskey’s throat before going for the cover.

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Annie Zellor & Ben Hanson – 1

Whiskey Dex – 0

Kris Cruise:: The first fall goes to th–Annie and Ben, and I don’t think Whiskey Dex are going to like that one bit.

Stephy Auger: Definitely not; they’re going to come out for this second fall with all guns blazing, so this match just got infinitely more difficult for the challengers here.

The competitors return to their corners for the mandatory thirty second break; the crowd are split between cheering for the challengers and wanting Whiskey Dex to “fuck ’em up” as Whiskey makes the tag out to her partner. The anger and resentment boiling over in the Deep South Dragon after having taken that fall; Noelle offers some comforting words on the outside as Dexter takes his partner’s place in the ring. The referee allows the match to restart as Annie and Dexter circle the ring for a few moments. Annie makes the universally known gesture for ‘come get some’ as Dexter lunges forward; his opponent ducks under his arms and pops up behind him. Jacobs turns around and gets caught with a discus punch POW! Right to the kisser! He reels back, feeling the impact of the shot, but just fires off a boot to the gut.

Zellor is doubled over as Dexter hits the ropes for some momentum, returning with a running knee lift that sends Zellor down to the mat! She quickly gets back, only to walk into a body slam as Jacobs throws her down with authority. Again, Annie rolls around clutching her back until Dexter brings her back to her feet and sends her towards a neutral corner. He follows her in with a running clothesline, putting all 260 plus pounds behind it! A snap powerslam follows and he stays on top for the cover.

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Hanson makes the save.

Kris Cruise:: Ben Hanson intervening with a boot to the head, and Dexter doesn’t look pleased about that.

Jacobs drags his opponent back to her feet again, this time delivering an implant DDT. Annie’s head spikes off the canvas before Dexter sits up and looks over at Whiskey. He drags Annie back to her feet and makes the tag out; Whiskey sets off against the ropes, coming up behind Annie with a chopblock as Dexter levels her with a discus clothesline! Jacobs leaves the ring as Whiskey hooks the leg.

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THR-NOO!

But Whiskey throws the shoulder back down and goes for the cover again.

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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: The champions fighting with such ferocity here, I’d hate to be in the ring against them right now.

Kris Cruise:: I’d hate to ever be in the ring with them. Whiskey Dex are one of the most formidable teams around.

Hanson is on the apron urging his partner on, but Annie is at the mercy of the Deep South Dragon as she drags Zellor up to a seated position. Whiskey fully exposes the elbow as she positions herself behind her opponent and delivers The Sobering; a vicious stream of elbows down across the head and neck of Annie Zellor. A steady flow of crimson begins to flow before Whiskey relents, lifting Annie up by a handful of hair again; she holds Annie there, glaring into the youngster’s eyes as a smirk crosses Whiskey’s face. But Annie fires off a right hook! Whiskey responds in kind, but Annie fires another one off. This time Whiskey goes south with a knee to the gut before sending Annie against the ropes with an Irish whip. Ayano throws a lariat, but Annie ducks under and hits the ropes again, this time coming back with a wheelbarrow bulldog!

Kris Cruise:: What a counter! And Annie Zellor may have just found a way back into this match.

Both legal competitors are down momentarily; Hanson is urging Annie back to her feet, while Noelle and Dexter are chanting for Whiskey to do the same. The fans in the Hammerstein Ballroom are still chanting for both teams as Whiskey is the first to begin to stir. She uses the ropes to get back to a vertical base as, behind her, Annie Zellor manages to stand back up. She dabs a hand against the top of her head, seeing the blood that’s flowing as Annie past her opponent, springboarding off the middle rope and up onto Whiskey’s shoulders before delivering a reverse hurricanrana!

Stephy Auger: That’s one way to get back into a match!

And now the race is on for Annie to drag herself across the ring. Both partners are calling out for the tag, but it’s Zellor who’s moving first. She’s crawling slowly but surely across the ring, and Annie makes the tag out to Ben! Hanson enters the ring as Whiskey gets back to her feet, taking her right back down with a tornado DDT! Followed by a standing moonsault and Hanson makes the cover.

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Whiskey kicks out!

Undeterred, Hanson drags her back to her feet and positions Ayano against the ropes. An Irish whip ensues, but Whiskey holds onto the ropes to stop herself from rebounding. Hanson charges in and gets caught by a back body drop, but he manages to land on the apron, before getting caught by a Uraken backfist! The Deep South Dragon putting her strength behind it; Hanson tries desperately to keep hold of the top rope so he doesn’t fall, but it allows time for Whiskey to make the tag out to Dexter Jacobs.

Kris Cruise:: Look out, Dexter Jacobs is fresh and he’s in a bad mood.

Jacobs makes a beeline for Hanson, bringing him in off the apron with a stalling vertical suplex. After a couple of seconds in the air, Ben is brought crashing down to the mat. But Dexter sits upright and glares down at his opponent. He deadlifts Hanson up for a gutwrench suplex, floating over for the cover.

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Annie makes the save!

The referee goes to stop Whiskey from entering the ring as well as Annie makes her way back to her corner, with Dexter glaring after her. Undeterred, Jacobs turns his attention back to Hanson. He drags the former FGA Champion back to his feet and whips him against the ropes, taking him down with a huge spinebuster upon his return! And the cover.

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Stephy Auger: Ben Hanson stays alive after those high impact moves. And I think Dexter is just warming up here.

Jacobs goes to lift his opponent back to his feet again, but this time Hanson starts to fight back. He lands a couple of shots to the midsection before going high with a European uppercut; it’s enough to rock Dexter where he stands, as is the standing enziguri he follows up with. Jacobs is dazed as Hanson hits the ropes for momentum, only to come back to a vicious discus clothesline!

Kris Cruise:: And Hell Followed With Him!

Dexter hooks both legs.

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Annie Zellor & Ben Hanson – 1

Whiskey Dex – 1

Kris Cruise:: And that ties up the scores!

Stephy Auger: Whiskey doing a good job of stopping Annie making the save, but she’s still going, Kris!

Ayano and Zellor are brawling in the corner as the referee tries to separate them; he warns them about the thirty second break, but The Deep South Dragon doesn’t seem to want to stop. Dexter finally pulls his partner away as Annie remains in her corner, glaring across the ring at her opponents. She goes to help Ben get back to his feet as the referee warns Whiskey about her behaviour.

Kris Cruise:: We knew this one would be heated, but there’s no need for that.

Stephy Auger: Some might say that Annie deserves it after her actions in recent weeks.

Kris Cruise:: She apologized for what she said to Dexter, she’s remorseful about what she did to Noelle. I get that Whiskey is pissed off, but breaking the rules to win a match shouldn’t make her feel better about anything.

Stephy Auger: And some of the fans seem to agree with you, but others want to see her pay for what she did.

Kris Cruise:: By getting cheated out of a match? That hardly seems fair, Stephy. If Whiskey Dex can win this cleanly then that’ll mean more than a dirty victory, and they need to remember that.

The match restarts after the thirty seconds interval as Hanson and Jacobs circle the ring again. As they lock up collar and elbow, Jacobs manages to overpower his opponent, pushing Ben back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break, which he gets after four before Dexter drives a knee up into the midsection. He goes for an Irish whip, sending The Metal Heart running across the ring before lowering his head for the back body drop.

Hanson scouts it from a mile away, countering with a boot to the face. Dexter reels back as Hanson jumps behind him, delivering a neckbreaker. Both men scramble back to their feet as Hanson meets his opponent with a pump kick, catching Dexter flush against the jaw. Jacobs staggers back against the ropes, bouncing back as Hanson dives around the back and delivers a reverse DDT!

Stephy Auger: What a move! This could be it.

But Hanson doesn’t go for the cover this time. He looks towards the corner where Annie is standing and tags her in, urging her to go up top again. Hanson lifts Dexter up and performs a backbreaker, holding the big man there as Annie leaps off the top with a leg drop across the throat! And she goes for the cover.

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Whiskey makes the save!

Noelle breathes a sigh of relief as Ayano continues stomping at Annie; Hanson finally intervenes, rushing over and catching Whiskey with a spear! The crowd are on their feet as Ben and Whiskey scuffle across the ring, trading rights and lefts. Neither of them seemingly able to gain an advantage as their brawl causes them to roll out under the bottom rope and to the mats outside.

Kris Cruise:: The referee lost control for a second there.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Dexter Jacobs is getting back to his feet as Annie is down, clutching the back of her head. The blood flowing freely now after those stomps a second ago. Dexter stands over her, dragging Annie back to her feet as he hooks her by the waistband, lifting her up high in the air…

Stephy Auger: That’s a dangerous position to be in…

The blood rushing to Annie’s head as Dexter tosses her up, delivering the Orange Crush to the #sparklebuddy! Annie crumples to the mat, landing head and shoulders first as Dexter rolls her up for the cover.

Kris Cruise:: Drag The Waters, could this be it?

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J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, and still FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … WHISKEY DEX!

Dexter stands back up, and is soon joined in the ring by Noelle and Whiskey as the referee hands them their title belts. Ben Hanson picks his partner for the evening up in his arms and carries her back up the aisle as the tag champions celebrate in the ring.

Kris Cruise:: They did it. Dexter Jacobs and Whiskey Ayano are still the FGA World Tag Team Champions.

Stephy Auger: And has that put a close to this ugly chapter? I certainly hope so.

Kris Cruise:: I hope so too. And I wonder who’ll challenge the champions next year now that Laurel Anne Hardy is taking a hiatus from wrestling. But, and it may be unpopular, I’m going to commend the team of Hanson & Zellor for fighting passionately tonight. They did a helluva job, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: You might be right, Kris. But the champions proved they’re the better team on the night, and that’s what’s matters here.