Rahway DVD Taping (5.12.12)

[FGA Office]

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[FGA Office]

Rahway DVD Taping
From the Rahway Rec Center
Rahway, NJ

"Let's See Action" by The Who starts playing throughout the arena until Roger Daltrey's vocal booms forth as Blaine Harrison appears at the top of the aisle. The fans in attendance cheer as the FGA Heavyweight Champion poses with his right fist, belt in hand, high up in the air. He begins to make his way down the aisle, slapping hands with a few fans - less than usual - before climbing up the ring steps. Blaine, wearing some Adidas sweat pants and a black sleeveless tee with a steel colored heart emblazoned on it, poses momentarily on the middle rope, drawing more cheers from the fans. He hops over the top rope and is handed a microphone from the announcer at ringside before waiting for the crowd to quieten down.

Blaine: Hello Rahway! It's been a while and I know, for those of you buying the DVDs, over the last few weeks Michael Tomkins has been trying to get a jump on me...

(The fans boo whilst they remember the attack after the main event tag match on the last show.)

Blaine: ...you see, he knew that he was somewhere in line for a title shot. Him, Sean Fallon or Micky O'Reilly. What our esteemed former champion didn't realise was that I am a fighting champion! Preston Blake earned his shot, he got one. Jacques Mercier earned his shot, he got one. Mike Tomkins has more than earned a title shot, he's won more matches here in FGA than anyone. And I'm here to tell him that all he had to do was ask!

(Harrison pauses as he looks down longingly at the title belt that is now on his shoulder.)

Blaine: But you wanted my attention, Tomkins? You've got it! You wanted your title shot, I did what you should have done in the first place. I went to the head office and I demanded a match against you at 'All-Star Showdown'.

(There's a few gasps from fans; they must be shocked at the cojones that Blaine displayed when he demanded a match against the former champion. One of their former fan favorites.)

Blaine: I see you're surprised. But as a fighting champion I am always looking for the biggest and toughest challenge. And, despite the assistance from Timmy Brown and his corner-cutting on his way up the ladder here in FGA, Michael Tomkins is, deep down...deep, deep down...a very talented athlete and a skilled pro wrestler. He is the toughest challenge I could find and he is the one man I singled out to defend this belt against in my bid to become the best champion that FGA has or will ever see!

(A brief pause as the fans cheer, even beginning a "we love Blaine" chant.)

Blaine: But wait, there's more. When I was at the head office demanding that match against 'The Rogue' at 'All-Star Showdown', someone asked me, perhaps rhetorically, if "there was anything else I wanted". I said yes. Before we get to 'All-Star Showdown' I want Timmy Brown in that ring. I want that dirty rat bastard one-on-one! Because for five months he has been a thorn in the side of FGA; cost honest superstars matches, gift wrapped this belt for Tomkins back at 'A New Odyssey', led O'Reilly down the wrong path and just generally been a pain in the ass ... Head office ok'ed that match. They even wished me luck in my endeavors. Which is why later this evening, in this very ring, you lucky Rahway fans get to witness the decimation of Timmy Brown. I will take him out so at 'All-Star Showdown' he won't get the chance to be a factor. That night, Tomkins, it'll just be the two of us. And I will have the chance to show you, once again, you are not the be all and end all of professional wrestling. I get to show you that back in March when I beat you, when I became the second ever FGA Heavyweight Champion that it wasn't a fluke. That I didn't get lucky on that evening. No, no, no. You see, when I beat you back in March, Tomkins, it was because I was--I am the better wrestler. And in a few weeks I get to prove that again when those 'Three Seconds' belong to me...

With that Blaine hands the microphone back to the announcer as "Let's See Action" starts up again. He exits the ring and makes his way back up the aisle with a determined look on his face.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

[Outside the arena things are quiet. All the fans are inside, and have just enjoyed the night's festivites. Into the picture outside steps Matt Shields. The Canadian is wearing track pants and a red New Jersey Devils T-shirt, which he likely just recently picked up on the trip. Carrying a bottle of water, Matt pushes open a side door to the arena to go inside, but he's stopped by a rent-a-cop security guy.]

Security: Main entrance is around the front, buddy.

Matt: What? No, wait, I'm a wrestler.

Security: Sure you are.

Matt: No, seriously! I'm Matt Shields. I'm wrestling tonight.

Security: Go around front.

Matt: You don't seem to understand. I really am a wrestler. I helped build the ring before the show.

Security: Well what are you doing sneaking in?

Matt: I ran out for a vitamin water pre-match.

[Matt holds up the bottle, but the guard still seems skeptical.]

Security: Well, let this be a lesson. Next time, bring it with you before hand. Now go around front.

[Matt tries to intervene, but the guard closes and locks the door. Shields drops his head and sighs.]

Matt: Awww man... it's that road game in Oaxaca all over again.

[Dejected, Matt heads for the main entrance to try his luck...]

[FGA Office]

Chandler Scott vs. Damion Darkside

Chandler Scott	Wrestler	Damion Darkside
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'1"	Height	6'3"
255 lbs	Weight	236 lbs
Hyannis Port, Massachusetts	Hometown	On the road
2008	Pro Debut	2012
Harvard Hammer, Superplex	Finisher	The gOOD Complex, Pretty Hate Machine

The lights dim, except for the yellow lights which fade only slightly. Coma White begins to play and out comes Marylin first. She gets on her knees facing the stage as Damion comes out. He gets up to her, puts his hands on her head and pulls her head back almost violently. He spits up in the air a red bloody mist, which falls in a shower like fashion on Marylin before Damion allows her to get to her feet and she walks to the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is your opening contest of the event. And it is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first..... making his way to the ring..... weighing in at 236 pounds..... he is DAMION DARKSIDE!

Stepping up to the apron, she gets in as Damion slides into the ring. She dances slowly, almost methodically while Damion removes his black coat. Suddenly the lights come back on, which freaks Marylin out and she bolts from the ring, hiding in the black hooded coat Damion hands her.

Kevin Clement: Welcome Frontier Fans and thank you for purchasing the DVD or internet stream of this Frontier Grappling Arts event. I'm Kevin Clement....

Evan Grayson: And I'm Evan Grayson....

Clement: And we're coming to you from the Rahway Rec Center in Rahway, NJ. FGA's unofficial home, if you will. This is our return to Rahway in quite some time. As a matter of fact, FGA's very first supershow was held in this very building.

Grayson: I'm sure Michael Tomkins hopes this building brings Timmy Brown the good luck that it brought him back in January.

Clement: It was back in January that Tomkins won the FGA Heavyweight Championship in this very building. And tonight, "The Electric" Timmy Brown...

Grayson: "The Legendary"! Timmy Brown..

Clement: ....Could very well defeat the current champion, Blaine Harrison. But we'll get to that match later...

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are.

Cruz: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Madison Stewart.... From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts....... Weighing in at 225 pounds.... CHANDLER SCOTT!

After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: Right now, Damion Darkside and Chandler Scott are staring things off. Chandler Scott is by no means a fan favorite. But we like to look out for the safety of all the professional wrestlers here in FGA. And at the last event, Chandler Scott was on the wrong end of an attack.

Grayson: That's putting it midly. Some crazed fan jumped the barricade and attacked Chandler. That man, whomever he is, should be rotting somewhere in jail right now for what he did to poor Chandler.

The bell sounds as both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Damion moves Chandler into the corner. As both men continue to struggle for position, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1.......................2...................3.................4............

Damion lets go, only to quickly try and sucker punch Chandler. But Chandler ducks out of the way. When Damion turns around, Chandler rocks him with a right hand. He then delivers three knee strikes to the midsection. Chandler brings Damion from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Damion reverses, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks Damion down with a forearm smash to the face. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Clement: And the first pin attempt of the evening only gets a one count for Chandler.

Grayson: It'll take more than just that to keep a man like Damion down.

Clement: I'm sure Chandler is well aware. The last time Damion Darkside was in action, he basically manhandled El Guapo, the legendary luchadore from Mexico. But Chandler is more of a spirng chicken than El Guapo is. So we'll see how Damion reacts...

Chandler picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Damion comes back, Chandler connects with a Textbook Dropkick, sending Damion stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Damion reaches up and pulls himself up using the ropes, Chandler nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs a hold of Damion, lifts him up and then throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. Chandler steps back, only to run forward and nail Damion with a high knee lift to the face, knocking him off the top rope and onto the apron. Chandler then reaches underneath the bottom rope, drags Damion back into the ring and makes the cover.

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Clement: Chandler goes for the cover again, but it only gets two.

Grayson: Damion was working over El Guapo with ease at the last show. But now it's Damion who is on the receiving end.

Clement: It's quite the reversal of roles. Chandler Scott has been the aggressor thus far while Damion has struggled to get into this match...

Chandler picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Damion comes back, Chandler goes for the Harvard Hammer. But Damion ducks and runs into the ropes. When Damion comes back, Chandler throws him down with a powerslam. Chandler then gets up and bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. He makes the cover.

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Damion gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chandler Scott, really showing more of a mean streak than we normally see out of him.

Grayson: I suspect getting jump from behind doesn't have him in the best of moods these days...

Chandler then picks up Damion and delivers a punch to the midsection that doubles him over. He then hoists Damion up and throws him down with a pumphandle drop. Damion can be seen arching his back in pain. Chandler picks him up and whips him hard into the corner. As Damion stumbles out, Chandler scoops him up and delivers a backbreaker. He then picks up Damion, brings him into the corner and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Chandler then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, grabs Damion and delivers a superplex. Chandler rolls over and hooks the leg.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT!

"Ride of the Valkyries" plays as Chandler Scott is announced as the winner to boos from the crowd. After the match, Madison makes her way up onto the apron and then steps into the ring. She makes her way over to Chandler and raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler Scott wins with an impressive outing for not only him, but for The Harvard Connection as well.

Grayson: You know, everyone's talking about Sean Fallon and Micky O'Reilly and of course Michael Tomkins as the top challengers for the FGA Championship. But Chandler Scott got himself his third win a while back. He's still in this thing. And maybe Chandler is intentio--

But the boos soon turn to cheers as an unknown man, the same unknown man from the NYC show, hops over the barricade and slides into the ring.

Clement: What the....

Grayson: It's that man again! Chandler, look out!

Madison turns and shrieks in horror. As Chandler turns around, the man runs over and knocks him down with a big boot to the face. He then mounts himself on top of Chandler and hammers away with punches to the face.

Clement: This unknown man has struck again! He's attacking Chandler Scott, just as he did a couple of weeks back in New York City!

Grayson: This man should be in jail right now! Someone get out here and cuff 'em!

But the cheers soon turn to boos as security once again tackles the man down. After initially resisting, security is able to drag the man out of the ring and up the aisle to boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Chandler slowly pushes himself up off the canvas and looks on as the unknown man looks back at him....

Grayson: Thank God! Get him out of here! I wonder if Chandler is okay?

Clement: Someone has to get to the bottom of this. That's twice now that this man has attacked Chandler Scott. You don't think this adds up? You don't think there's more to this story? There's something here between these two men. And we need to find out.

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[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

The scene cuts to the backstage area of the Rahway Rec Center, which is really just another room somewhere in the gym. In said room, we find Sean Fallon. Fallon is decked out in his ring gear, with a leather jacket on for his ring entrance, but he also has a few additional props. Namely, a beer bottle in one hand and a soccer ball under one foot.

Fallon is (poorly) juggling the ball between his feet while occasionally taking sips from the bottle when Justice Young enters the picture.

Justice Young: Sean, I... what... are you doing?

(Fallon looks up from his little game with a big grin.)

Sean Fallon: JUSTICE! Boy, that's a stupid name, but I'm glad you're here anyway. I need your help.

Young: You do?

Fallon: No, of course not, but I do need your cameraman to capture all this.

Young: What exactly is... all this?

Fallon: I'm glad you asked!

Young: You are?

Fallon: Hell no! But I'll answer anyway. You see I've figured out what you have to do to get a push around here in FGA. It seems that all you need is some sort of half-assed gimmick and the lack that you can't work a lick in the ring doesn't matter! So I figured, well, I'm already the best wrestler in FRONTIER so if I "borrow" some of my opponents' gimmicks the brass will have to push me to the top.

Young: I'm... not sure that's how...

Fallon: Observe!

(Fallon takes a swig of the beer before tossing it over his shoulder to shatter against the wall before kicking the soccer ball back and forth between his feet and then off out of the picture.)

Fallon: Viola! Just like that, I have all the charisma of Micky O'Reilly and Matt Shields combined! But wait... there's more!

(Fallon motions off camera and an older man with a pot-belly and a Michael Tomkins T-shirt walks sheepishly into the picture holding a newspaper. Fallon snatches the newspaper from the man's hands before throwing a arm around his shoulders.)

Fallon: "Leo. No one dislikes red tape and bureaucracy more than you. But take advantage of the atmosphere today. If you have any applications to submit or formalities to complete, you'll find the process much easier than usual. Communication channels that are normally closed will open, and the administrative mechanisms will be well oiled instead of grinding. Get all administrative tasks done so you won't have to think about them again!" Wow! How insightful. Just like are ever so proud champion-slash-Shineboy, Blaine Harrison. Are you starting to catch the drift here, Justice?

Young: I think I am. And who is this gentleman.

(Justice Young indicates the man that brought the paper out for Fallon.)

Fallon: This? This, Justice, is my manager-slash-father-figure-slash-trainer type guy. I occasionally hide behind him and send him out to fight my battles for me. I call him "Tommy Blue."

"Tommy Blue": Actually, my name is Craig...

Fallon: Shut up, Tommy.

(Fallon shoves the fan out of the frame before snatching the microphone from Justice Young and shoving him aside as well.)

Fallon: Fun and games are over, boys. Unlike the rest of you sniveling cowards I don't need props or gimmicks or trainers or valets or lackeys. I'm the one-man wolfpack that is dominating the FRONTIER. And "Tinkerbell" Matt Shields is going to find out tonight that which comes easy in this world, leaves just as easy. Congratulations, on your first match, Tinkerbell. It is also going to be your last.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(( The scene opens in the locker room of the Rahway Rec Centre where Justice Young is standing with Micky O'Reilly. ))

Justice: Good evening ladies and gentleman, I'm here with the self-proclaimed "Most Dangerous Man in the FGA" Micky O'Reilly. Now Micky we've recently seen a turn around in the fans reception of you, why do you think that is?

Micky: Well Justice as you know I've been putting in a damn hard effort every week, and it's all for the people in the seats. I go out there regardless of what condition I'm in or who I'm fighting and I give my all for those guys. Essentially they've finally come to realise that I'm the only fighter here with the kind of grit and determination it takes to be a champion, and I'm truly grateful for it.

(O'Reilly looks deep in to the camera as he says this, giving the impression that he is addressing each individual member of the audience rather than Justice Young.)

Justice: Moving stuff. But what do you have to say about your opponent tonight, Jacques Mercier, the man who ended your starting streak?

Micky: Nothing that I haven't said before fella. I promised to repay every ounce of pain that I've taken since that loss in double, and an Irishman always makes good on his promises.

(With that O'Reilly walks off camera and Justice Young turns to face the camera.)

Justice: Well there you have it folks, straight from the horse's mouth. Now, let's return you to the action.

(( The screen fades to black ))

[FGA Office]

Micky O'Reilly vs. "The Renascence" Jacques Mercier

Micky O'Reilly	Wrestler	Jacques Mercier
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'2"	Height	6'3"
240 lbs	Weight	230 lbs
Traveler	Hometown	Atlanta, Georgia
2008	Pro Debut	2012
Murphy's Law, Celtic Knot	Finisher	All as One, The Seventh Sense

"Teenage Kicks" by The Undertones starts up and Micky O'Reilly appears at the top of the walkway. He's wearing a pair faded blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt and some black steel-toed boots. He walks down towards the ring to cheers from the crowd....

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, now residing out of New Jersey.... Weighing in at 240 pounds.... He is "The Slammer" Micky O'Reilly........

He climbs up onto the apron, steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Micky begins to pace back and forth, waiting for the match to begin.

Clement: Micky O'Reilly is a little under three weeks away from becoming the clear cut #1 contender for the FGA Championship. But if you ask me, he already holds that honor.

Grayson: And why is that? Because he was here first? Or is it because he sucks up to these fans now? Face it, Clement. Sean Fallon beat him, end of story. That right there already proves that Fallon is the true #1 contender. But if you people want him to break Micky's arm, then so be it.

The lights cut to black as “No Church in the Wild” by Jay-Z and Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean begins to play. The lights begin to flash and at the 24 second mark, Jacques Mercier comes out with a huge grin on his face. He stops at the top of the stage, soaking in the atmosphere, before nodding his head and walking towards the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing in Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 230 pounds.... He is "The Renascence" JACQUES MERCIER!

He doesn’t bother using the stairs, preferring to just slide into the ring. He walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it to another ovation before climbing down.....

Clement: Jacques Mercier, ready for action here tonight...

Grayson: You sure about that? The last time we saw Jacques in the ring, he was busy getting kicked around like a soccer ball. Ever since Chandler put the fear of God in him after starting that silly rumor, Jacques hasn't been the same. He's been scared. He isn't focused. He isn't himself.

The bell as Jacques and O'Reilly circle the ring. But soon, O'Reilly stops circling the ring and makes a b-line right towards Jacques. He then executes a double leg pick up before ramming Jacques back-first into the corner. Micky unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then stands up and delivers a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then delivers an open hand chest slap that echoes throughout the building. Micky grabs a hold of Jacques and whips him into the opposite corner. He charges into the opposite corner and goes for a European Uppercut, but Jacques moves out of the way, causing Micky to crash arm-first into the corner.

Clement: Jacques wisely moves out of the way. Had he not, his head may have been in the fifth row right about now.

Jacques then turns Micky around and unleashes a series of chops. He then brings Micky from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Micky reverses, sending Jacques into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Micky bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jacques leap frogs over him and continues running into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Micky knocks him down with a big boot to the face. The crowd cheers. Micky then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the Traveler’s Knee. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Only two...

Grayson: You know what I miss? I miss the Micky O'Reilly that had some guts. I miss the Micky O'Reilly that didn't fight for these people. I miss that tough S.O.B. that truly was the most dangerous man in FGA. But since Sean Fallon has stepped onto the scene, he's taken that title away from Micky. But he's not going to stop there. Not only will he take Micky's title shot, but he'll take his arm off, too.

Micky then picks up Jacques and whips him into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Micky hoists him up for a sitdown spinebuster. But Jacques nails him with an elbow across the top of the head, forcing Micky to drop him. Jacques then grabs a hold of Micky and goes for a shotgun stunner. But Micky blocks the hold, knees Jacques in the midsection and then throws him down with an STO. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Another two count for Micky. You know, Grayson, you mock Micky for his recent chance in attitude. But I still see the same determined fighter, the same hunger, the same aggression. Sean Fallon talks a big game. And yes, he's defeated Mciky before. But with a championship hanging in the balance, I don't think he'll be able to do it again.

Micky picks up Jacques and whips him into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Micky hoists him up and then throws him down with a sitdown spinebuster. The crowd cheers as Jacques clutches the back of his head in pain. After Micky gets up to his feet, he picks up Jacques, lifts him up into position and plants him with Murphy's Law. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, MICKY O'REILLY!

"Teenage Kicks" plays as Micky O'Reilly is announced as the winner. The referee then raises Micky's arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Micky O'Reilly picks up another win as he keeps his momentum rolling into All-Star Showdown. I don't think Sean Fallon knows what he's truly up against.

Grayson: But he does. It's the man that he beat before. But not only that, but it's the man whom he spared. You want to know why Fallon didn't break his arm last time? Because he didn't want to. Next time, Fallon won't be so nice...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(( The scene opens in the hallway of the Rahway Rec Centre where Justice Young is once again standing with Micky O'Reilly, he is red faced from his fight with Mercier. ))

Justice: Hey folks. I'm here once again with Micky O'Reilly, fresh from his match up with Jacques Mercier. Micky, how are you feeling?

Micky: I don't live in the past anymore Justice, I live for the future. Tonight's match is forgotten about, I'm already focusing on Sean Fallon.

Justice: Ah yes, your opponent at the All-Star Showdown, yet another man who has previously beaten you, and he did it on only his second match in his FGA career. How did that make you feel?

Micky: Like I said I'm not worried about the past. All that matters is what happens in that ring on the first of June, and what's going to happen is that I, Micky O'Reilly will become the first Irishman in FGA history to secure his spot as the number one contender for the FGA Championship belt.

Justice: Some people might be thinking that is all well saying that's what will happen, but just how are you going to do it when he beat you so convincingly last time?

(O'Reilly gives Young an irritated glare and crosses his arms over his chest.)

Micky: Right let's settle this, he didn't beat me last time. I just couldn't bear to look at his ugly face any longer so I tapped out to save myself from nightmares, alright?

Justice: Riiight…

Micky: This time I'm going to take matters into my own hands and give him such a beating that he ends up being a pleasure to look at. After that I'll hit Murphy's Law, get the pin and go home for a nice cup of tea. Or maybe a whiskey or two… That reminds me, there's a bottle and a glass waiting for me with my name on them.

(O'Reilly turns his back on Justice and the camera and struts down the hallway, making his way through a pair of double doors at the end. Justice turns back to the camera.)

Justice: Well I guess that's his evening sorted. To all our viewers out there good night and be sure to check out our next DVD which is guaranteed to be bursting with action.

(( The Screen fades to black... ))

[FGA Office]

LIVE from the Westchester County Center in White Plains, NY

June 1, 2012

[FGA Office]

[The scene cuts to backstage where Justice Young is standing by with an irate Chandler Scott. Chandler is holding his head in pain, still showing the effects of the attack from earlier on.]

Justice Young: Chandler Scott, this is the second time now that you've been attacked by this same individual. What is going through your mind right now?

Chandler Scott: How ignorant are you? 'What's going through my mind?' What do you THINK is going through my mind? Two times now, Justice, two times now I've been attacked. Two times now I've been jumped from behind. I've been mugged TWO TIMES now! I know Frontier Grappling Arts isn't exactly the peak of professional wrestling. But what the hell? I would have expected better security than that!

Young: I understand how angry you must be.

Chandler: You couldn't even begin to imagine the rage that I am struggling to contain right now.

Young: I hate to pester you. But, do you have even the slightest idea why this man would do this to you?

Chandler: I know why. I even know he is...

(Justice is caught by surprise.)

Justice: Y-You....you do? Who is he?

Chandler: His name doesn't matter because saying his name will give him more attention and more exposure than he deserves. I'll just leave him with this. These people, they don't know who you are. But I do. Madison does. Preston does. We know who you are and we know what you're capable of. But at the same time, you know exactly who we are. You know exactly what we're capable of, don't you? That's right, you sure do. If I remember correctly, bad things happen to you whenever we meet in the ring, doesn’t it? That's right, it does. You're not up in the mountains of Colorado anymore. No, you're now in the cesspool that is New Jersey. Your familiar surroundings are no more. Then again, a no good, no talent, no class piece of ghetto trash such as yourself would probably feel welcome in the slum that is Rahway. But more important, you have no friends here. You have no allies here. Your little Welsh buddy is, well, who cares where he is since clearly he isn't here. You've gotten the jump on me twice. There won't be a third time. And why, you ask? It's because I'm issuing you this formal warning. The next time you jump over that rail, it will be your last. See, once Preston and I get done with you, you'll be lucky if you can even walk, let alone jump over anything. So do me, Preston and Madison a favor. Stay the hell away. Stay far, far away. Or else....

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Sean Fallon vs. Matt Shields

Sean Fallon	Wrestler	Matt Shields
Middleweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
5'9"	Height	6'0"
189 lbs	Weight	206 lbs
Boston, Massachusetts	Hometown	Montreal, Quebec, Canada
2011	Pro Debut	2009
Fallon Driver, Shooting Star Press, Chimera	Finisher	Michinoku Driver II

“Blue Orchid” by The White Stripes starts up and the fans look towards the entryway. Wearing a soccer jersey, Matt Shields steps out through the curtains and pauses, looking out over the crowd. He jumps in place a few times with his eyes closed as he pumps himself up, then lightly jogs towards the ring, slapping as many out stretched hands as possible.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada... Weighing in at 206 pounds..... MATT SHIELDS!

Matt climbs up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckles on the outside. He stops and looks out of the fans again, and raises a hand, before jumping over the ropes and into the ring. Shields tests out the ropes as he awaits his opponent.

Clement: Matt Shields, making his debut here in FGA....

Grayson: As well as his last match here in Frontier. Poor kid. He doesn't even know what's coming to him, does he? Does he?

Clement: I think you're wrong. This kid has a ton of athleticism and a ton of stamina.

Grayson: Stamina? Stamina? Sean Fallon plans on making this kid wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. But hey, at least he's got stamina, right? It's over before it even started, Clement.

The voice of Samuel L. Jackson blares over the audio system, declaring “And you will know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee!” The quote is followed by three quick gun blasts before an instrumental version of Dr. Dre's “Still Dre” begin to play. The crowd begins to boo As the bass kicks in, some fans clap or slap the barricades in rhythm. The song rolls for a few moments before Sean Fallon emerges from behind the curtain, tossing his hands up into the air as he bursts onto the entrance ramp, carrying a steel chair. The crowd responds with tremendous heel heat. Fallon, attired in his black leather jacket, bandana and dog tags, makes his way to the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Murderpan, Massachusetts... Weighing in at 189 pounds.... SEAN FALLON!

He shrugs away from the out-stretched arms of the fans along the ring and begins a slow pacing around the outside of the ring. Fallon hops up onto the apron, pausing to glare out toward the crowd and the hard camera. The crowd continues to rain boos down upon him. Finally, he scales the nearest turnbuckle, again glaring out at the audience in attendance before hopping off the top turnbuckle into the ring.

Clement: Sean Fallon, the man that's his own biggest fan, will meet up with Micky O'Reilly at All-Star Showdown. One of those men will walk out the #1 contender to the FGA Championship.

Grayson: And I'll give you a hint. His name isn't "Micky" or "O'Reilly".

Clement: And what makes you so confident that Micky can't win? Heck, what makes you so confident that Matt Shields can't beat him here tonight? Fallon has no tape on him. He doesn't know what the kid brings to the table.

Grayson: But he does. Absolutely nothing.

Clement: Shields is going to surprise you and a lot of people tonight.

Grayson: How? By how fast he gets his legs snapped in two? Good for him...

The bell sounds as both wrestlers circle the ring. Shields extends his hand for a handshake. But Fallon just slaps his hand away, causing the crowd to boo. Shields just shrugs it off before circling the ring. The two then inch closer to each other and lock up. Fallon quickly places Shields in a side headlock. He then throws Shields down with a side headlock takeover. Fallon cinches in the hold. The ref kneels down and asks Shields if he wants to give up. But Shields refuses to quit. So Fallon tightens his grip, causing Shields to wince in pain. The ref again asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Shields refuses to quit. He then grabs a hold of Fallon and turns over, placing Fallon in a pinning position.

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As soon as both men get back up to their feet, Fallon reapplies the standing side headlock. But Shields quickly shoves Fallon off of him and into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, he knocks Shields down with a running shoulderblock. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Fallon picks him up, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. He quickly drops down to one knee behind Shields and fishhooks his mouth. Shields can be heard screaming in pain as Fallon tries to rip his mouth apart. The ref quickly gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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Fallon breaks the hold, only to nail Shields with an elbow across the bridge of the nose.

Grayson: Look at him. He's toying with that kid in there. Shields is a fish out of water. This isn't soccer. And when he's flopping all over the canvas tonight, it'll be because Sean Fallon is kicking him all over the place.

He then picks up Shields, storms over into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Shields around, Fallon unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the midsection. Fallon then nails him with a shoulder thrust to the midsection before sending Shields into the opposite corner. Fallon charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd boos. He then brings Shields from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Fallon goes for another clothesline. But Shields ducks and runs into the ropes. When Shields comes back, he knocks Fallon down with a cross body block. The crowd cheers. Shields hooks the leg.

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Clement: Near fall only gets two!

Shields then picks up Fallon, snapmares him over and nails Fallon with a soccer kick to the back. The crowd cheers as Fallon arches his back in pain. Shields then back up, only to run forward and nail Fallon with another soccer kick to the back. The crowd cheers as Fallon rolls over towards the ropes in pain. Shields then goes over, picks up Fallon and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Fallon around, Shields unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. The crowd cheers. He then brings Fallon from out of the corner before sending him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Shields knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Fallon gets up, Shields goes over and knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Fallon gets up, he throws out a kick to the midsection. But Shields catches his foot, turns Fallon around, grabs him from behind and takes him down with a belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Fallon slowly rolls to the outside.

Clement: Look at Matt Shields, just taking it to Sean Fallon in the early going of this match.

Grayson: It's still early. Hold your horses....

Clement: It's still early, but Sean Fallon is retreating to the outside.

Grayson: As opposed to what? Just standing there and letting Shields attack him. Oh, okay....

While Fallon takes a breather on the outside, Shields runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Shields charges forward and connects with a pescado, knocking Fallon down to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Fallon, rolls him back in, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Shields picks him up, grabs a hold of him and delivers a vertical suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Shields then picks up Fallon and delivers a kick to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Fallon and goes for an irish whip. But Fallon reverses, sending Shields into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Fallon connects with a basement dropkick to the knee, sending Shields tumbling down to the mat. The crowd boos as Shields immediately clutches his knee in pain.

Clement: Shields goes down.

Grayson: And there it is. Fallon said he was going to take his legs apart. And that dropkick right there was just the start. Poor guy, not only will his wrestling career be over, but he won't have soccer to fall back on, too. But hey, there's always the option of being a waterboy....

Fallon then storms over to Shields and puts the boots to him, repeatedly stomping on his leg to boos from the crowd. Fallon lifts up the leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. Fallon gets back up, lifts up the leg and delivers another elbow drop to it. The crowd boos. After Fallon gets back up, he lifts up the leg, places it in between his own legs and delivers a jumping knee drop to the leg. The crowd boos as Shields sits up and cringes in pain. Fallon smirks before raking Shields across the eyes. He then gets up, picks up Shields, hoists him up and delivers a shinbreaker, sending Shields tumbling down to the mat. Fallon then runs over and slides underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. He grabs a hold of Shields' leg and drags him near the ropes. Fallon then lifts the leg up before throwing it down hard against the edge of the apron. The crowd boos as Shields can be heard moaning in pain. Fallon quickly grabs a hold of the leg again and drags Shields over near the ring post. He then takes the leg, pulls back and then swings the leg hard against the ring post. The crowd boos as Shields groans in pain. But Fallon isn't done yet. He grabs a hold of the leg, pulls it back and throws it hard against the ring post again.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Clement: And this crowd is absolutely livid, letting Sean Fallon know exactly what they think of him.

Grayson: As if he cares. I hope Micky is taking note. This is his fate at All-Star Showdown. But instead of his leg getting thrown against the ring post, it'll be his arm.

Fallon walks with a purpose across the ring and motions for Manny Cruz to take a hike. Once Cruz gets up from his chair and scurries away, Fallon scoops up the chair and folds it up. He looks at the cheer before giving a menacing glance over his shoulder. An evil smirk forms across his face as he slowly turns around.

Clement: Aw come on Fallon. Not this. Not like this...

Fallon walks faster and faster as his grip tightens on the chair. He then runs and looks to jab Shields right in the knee with the chair. But the ref slides to the outside at the last minute and covers up Shields. The crowd cheers. The ref then reprimands Fallon, ordering him to drop the chair down. Fallon looks at the chair, then at the ref, then back at the chair, then back at the ref. Fallon mutters something underneath his breath before throwing the chair down. As the ref goes over to pick up the chair and bring it back around ringside, Fallon quickly grabs Shields' leg and repeatedly throws it against the ring post to boos from the crowd. He then crosses Shields' legs and applies a figure four leglock around the ring post. Shields screams in pain as the crowd boos.

Clement: Figure four around the ring post! The ligaments in his knee are probably being ripped apart.

Grayson: Hey, it's not like Fallon didn't warn him...

The ref sees this, so he runs back over to the both of them. He gives Fallon until the count of five to break the hold.

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Fallon reluctantly lets go. After getting back up to his feet, he slowly rolls back into the ring. He looks on in amusement as Shields struggles to pull himself up using the ring ropes. After he's had enough, Fallon runs up from behind and clips the back of Shields' leg, taking him down to boos from the crowd. The ref then motions for Fallon to step back as he checks up on Shields. He asks Shields if he wants him to call the match. But Shields refuses to give up. He slowly pushes himself up using his arms and begins to slowly crawl across the canvas.

Clement: Look at that man. Look at the heart he's showing. He doesn't want to throw in the towel. He wasn't to continue to fight, even if it has to be on one leg.

Fallon sees this, so he runs over and delivers a stomp to the back of the leg. The crowd boos. Shields again begins to slowly scratch and claw his way across the canvas. After pulling himself towards the middle of the ring, he struggles to get up on his good leg. After slowly standing up on both feet, Fallon runs up from behind and kicks his leg out from under him. The crowd boos as Shields falls on his back. Fallon laughs as the crowd continues to boo. Shields slowly turns over and struggles to get up to his feet. Meanwhile, Fallon squats down right in front of him and mocks him relentlessly. As Shields gets up on both feet, Fallon throws a kick to the leg. But Shields catches his foot. He then throws down the foot, grabs Fallon by the arm and drops him with the Corner Kick.

Grayson: What was that?

The crowd cheers as both men are down. After checking on both men, the ref starts his count.

Ref: 1..........................2.......................3.......................4.....................5..............
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Both men get up to their feet. Fallon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a lariat. But Shields ducks. When Fallon turns around, Shields unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then throws a kick, but Fallon catches his foot. Fallon then taunts Shields to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers once Shields counters with an enziguiri, knocking him down. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Only two!

Shields picks up Fallon and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Shields throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers. As Fallon gets back up, Shields connects with a kick to the midsection using his good leg. He then grabs a hold of Fallon, slowly turns around and drops him with a standing neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Fallon just gets his shoulder up in time...

Shields then gets up and repeatedly hits his leg. He then tries to walk off the pain in his leg as Fallon gets back up to his feet. Fallon comes up from behind and connects with a dropkick, sending Shields stumbling into the corner. Fallon then gets up, brings Shields from out of the corner and hooks his arms for a Tiger Suplex. But Shields blocks it. So Fallon goes for another Tiger Suplex. But again, Shields blocks it. Shields then repeatedly swings his head back, nailing Fallon in the face to cheers from the crowd until Fallon breaks the hold. Once Fallon breaks the hold, Shields nails him with a kick to the midsection that doubles him over. Shields then hobbles into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a susnet flip. But Fallon rolls through it, rolls up to his feet and nails Shields with a Fallon Kick to the face. The crowd boos as Fallon drops down to one knee with a smirk on his face. He then gets up, picks up Shields, scoops him up across his shoulders and plants him with the Fallon Driver. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, SEAN FALLON!

"Still D.R.E." plays as the ref raises Fallon's arm in the air in victory. But Fallon immediately snatches his arm away and raises a fist towards the ref, sending the ref scurrying to the outside.

Grayson: Pretty academic, wouldn't you say?

Fallon then storms over to Shields and repeatedly stomps away at his leg to boos from the crowd. He then lifts up Shields' leg and unties his wrestling boot as fast as he can. Once he's got it untied, he rips it off, exposing Shield's lower leg. He then rips off Shield's sock, places the foot down across the canvas and delivers a jumping stomp to the ankle. The bell repeatedly sounds as Shields clutches his ankle in pain.

Clement: Oh come on, Fallon. You won the match.

Grayson: He hasn't proved his point yet.

Fallon then rolls to the outside. He goes over, scoops up the folded up steel chair and rolls back into the ring. He sees Shields trying to pull himself up using the ropes. So Fallon goes over, grabs Shields by the back of the head and drags him away from the ropes. Shields struggles to stand up on one leg with no ropes to support him. Fallon smirks before taking the chair and hitting him in the leg, knocking his leg out from under him. The crowd boos. Fallon then drags Shields over towards the corner and places his ankle in between the seat of the chair.

Clement: Oh no! No no no! C'mon Fallon! Enough's enough!

Fallon then slowly climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to tremendous heel heat from the crowd. He motions to jump off when Micky O'Reilly slides into the ring out of nowhere with a bottle in hand. Fallon sees this, so he immediately swings himself over the top rope and onto the apron. O'Reilly charges at him, but Fallon drops down to the floor at the last second. Fallon then stretches his arms out as he walks backwards around ringside and back up the aisle. O'Reilly moves across the ring, never taking his eyes off of Fallon. "Teenage Kicks" plays as the crowd cheers. Fallon and Micky never their eyes off of each other. Micky calls him back into the ring. But Fallon pays him no mind as he turns and walks through the curtain. Micky then turns around as the ref checks in on Shields. Shields is slowly helped up to his feet as the crowd cheers. Shields, now leaning against the ropes, looks back at Micky and nods. Micky then steps through the ropes and makes his way back up the aisle to cheers from the crowd....

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

“Getting Away With Murder” by Papa Roach hit’s the speakers, and shortly after Michael Tomkins appears from behind the curtain in his ring attire, with a mic in his hand. He looks around the audience, soaking in their abusive shouts and general booing, with a smug look on his face. He raises the mic up to speak, pausing with a purposeful smile.

Tomkins: Now I know what you are all thinking. I am in my wrestling attire so you may be lucky enough to see me wrestle tonight. Sorry to burst that bubble, but you would have had to pay a premium rate to see me. The cheap tickets you all purchased were because I was not scheduled to wrestle and to avoid any financial confusion, I will not change that. I have only just landed back from the UK and am slightly jet lagged. It would be a great inconvenience to me. The reason I am dressed as such, therefore, is just in case anyone takes too much offense in what I am about to say. I want them all to know I am ready for their cheap shots.

Now, to address the Champion. Someone actually worth my time talking to, unlike all of you in attendance. I’m not going to say you are all stupid, but why would I want to engage any of you in conversation. None of you are important. You’re just fans. If you want to boo me, you have every right. But I have every right to not give a crap. So, to Blaine.

Now it seems there was a slight mix up when I kicked Jacques Mercier so hard in the face he almost flew out of the ring. Blaine thought my purpose was to hurt Jacques. He thought perhaps Mercier had wronged me in some way and I was exacting my revenge. He thought that the smile I shot him before I left the ring told him that it was a message to him. But apparently, the dunce that Blaine is, it took another attempt at sending a message to actually get through to him. Blaine, I assume that my actions at the last DVD tapings were enough to finally get your attention. Now everyone heard already that at the Supershow, Blaine and I will face for MY FGA Heavyweight Championship in the Main Event. I finally managed to exercise my rematch clause as the former Champion. And may I say, it’s about DAMN time! How the hell were Mercier and Blake given matches before me? At that point Blaine was the only person to ever beat me. In a normal wrestling match he is still the only person to ever beat me. I won seven matches in a row. They didn’t. I have dominated the Power Rankings since my introduction here. They haven’t. I am the most consistent and feared wrestler on the roster, and yet I was overlooked. But now, none of that matters because I have been given the rematch that I and I alone deserve. And at Showdown, I will get everything I deserve.

(The crowd boo in response to this, to which Tomkins shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly at.)

Tomkins: Blaine. You know I respect you. I have said it time and time again. I told everyone that when I was finally granted my shot, you would still be Champion. I have validated you as a fighting Champion and said aside from me, there is no one better than you in this company. Perhaps in the World today. Nowhere else is there competition this hot, yet you have swatted away every challenge. I would go as far as even saying you are the second best Champion the FGA has ever had. That mantle will always be yours. Always. But make no mistake here. You are a good Champion. I was a great Champion. I will always be better than you, Blaine. Always. I haven’t forgotten that you defeated me. Believe me, it has played on my mind a lot recently. But mistakes were made that will not be made again. Let’s not forget that it takes three seconds to win a match. Three.

(He holds up three fingers.)

Tomkins: I will get them back. They belong to me. Always.

The crowd boo even louder, as “Getting Away With Murder” hits once again, and Tomkins makes a Championship belt gesture around his waist, before disappearing once again behind the curtain....

[FGA Office]

Coming This Summer

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
"Metal Heart" Blaine Harrison vs. "The Electric" Timmy Brown

Blaine Harrison	Wrestler	Timmy Brown
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'1"	Height	6'1"
216 lbs	Weight	235 lbs
Akron, Ohio	Hometown	Dymchurch, England
2006	Pro Debut	1989
Metal Heart Suplex, Don't Hold Back	Finisher	The Electric Leg Lock

"Killing in the Name Of" hits as "The Electric" Timmy Brown appears from behind the curtain. After taking in the crowd's booing of him, he begins walking down to the ring. He continues to walk towards the ring, ignoring the audience. After Timmy rolls into the ring, he leans arrogantly against the ropes, awaiting the opening bell.

Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dymchurch, England.... Weighing in at 235 pounds.... he is "The Electric" TIMMY BROWN!

Grayson: What an honor it is to call this match. Timmy Brown, a wrestling legend worldwide, is having his first match in ages here in FGA. And it'll be against Blaine Harrison. I can't wait.

Clement: It'll be interesting to see what he has left in the tank.

Grayson: Not only does this old dog have a few new tricks, but he may even prove why he still is the best in show.

Let's See Action" by The Who starts playing throughout the arena until Roger Daltrey's vocal booms forth as Blaine Harrison appears at the top of the aisle. Blaine poses with his right fist raised to the skies. Three seconds later and he's making his way down the aisle, slapping hands with the adoring fans before sliding in under the bottom rope; Blaine then raises his belt in the air as he waits for the match to begin.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Santa Barbara, California.... Weighing in at 216 pounds.... He is the current FGA Heavyweight Champion..... He is "Metal Heart" BLAINE HARRISON!

Clement: Blaine Harrison, the FGA Heavyweight Champ, is fired up for this one! He, like everyone else, is sick and tired of Timmy Brown. Timy has stuck his nose in business that it didn't belong. He's cost wrestlers match after match against Tomkins. He's interferred on Tomkins' behalf time after time. It's time for Timmy to get his comeuppance here tonight.

Blaine tries to go after Timmy, but the ref holds him back while Timmy continues to mock him. Once the bell sounds, Blaine moves the ref out of the way. Both men walk up towards each other and are chest-to-chest. Timmy can be seen and heard talking down to Blaine. Timmy then takes his index finger and repeatedly points at Blaine's chest. Blaine smacks the hand away. Timmy comes right back and again points his finger in Blaine's chest. Blaine again smacks it away. Timmy responds with a smack of his own, smacking Blaine across the face to boos from the crowd. Timmy then points at Blaine and reads him the riot act. But the boos turn to cheers once Blaine delivers a double leg takeover, bringing Timmy down to the mat. He then mounts himself on top of Timmy and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: That's right, Blaine. Get him!

Timmy tries to cover up. But the punches still connect. Blaine then gets off of Timmy, only to deliver a stomp to the midsection. Blaine then reaches down, picks up Timmy and nails him with a right hand, sending Timmy stumbling into the ropes. Blaine storms over, turns Timmy around and nails him with a hard knife-edge chop. Timmy then stumbles around the ring. Blaine marches up behind him, spins him around and nails him with a right hand, sending Timmy stumbling backwards into the corner. As Blaine approaches, Timmy throws out a kick to the midsection, but Blaine swats it down and counters with a punch to the midsection. He grabs Timmy by the hair with one hand and repeatedly pounds him with punches to the midsection with the other. The crowd cheers. Blaine then uses his free hand to nail Timmy repeatedly in the face with uppercuts. The crowd cheers. The ref then has to remove Blaine from off of Timmy and move him out of the corner. The crowd boos as the ref warns Blaine for using closed fists. But at this point, Blaine couldn't care less.

Clement: Blaine Harrison is absolutely on fire tonight.

Grayson: He's clearly lost his mind.

Clement: Can you blame him?

Blaine then moves the ref out of the way. He goes to attack Timmy when Timmy nails him with a sucker punch to the midsection, doubling Blaine over in pain. He then delivers a quick rake across the eyes to boos from the crowd. Timmy then takes Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Timmy goes for a punch to the face. But Blaine ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, he runs, hops up onto Timmy's shoulders and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Timmy gets up and stumbles back, Blaine runs at him and delivers a clothesline, sending Timmy over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Timmy slowly gets up on the outside and turns around, Blaine springboards onto the top rope and knocks him down with a flying cross body block. The crowd cheers.

Crowd: BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE!

Blaine mounts himself on top of Timmy and again hammers away with rights and lefts. He then grabs a hold of Timmy's hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the floor. The crowd cheers. Blaine then gets off of Timmy, only to yank him up by his hair and deliver a toe kick to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Timmy and whips him hard into the barricade. The thud can be heard upon impact. As Timmy stumbles away from the barricade, Blaine throws him down with a big back body drop. The crowd cheers as Timmy arches his back in pain. Blaine goes over, slowly picks up Timmy and then rams him back-first against the side of the ring. Timmy drops to his knees in pain. But Blaine isn't done. He brings Timmy back up to his feet, only to throw him down with a scoop slam onto the floor. The crowd cheers. Timmy can be seen arching his back in pain.

Grayson: Come on, ref. Throw in the towel.

Clement: Timmy Brown is getting exactly what he deserves. This beating is five months in the making!

Timmy reaches up and pulls himself up using the guard rail. He calls for a timeout as Blaine stalks him around the ring. But Blaine waves his index finger at Timmy. Timmy then tries to throw a sucker punch, but Blaine blocks it. But before Blaine can counter, Timmy knees him below the belt to boos from the crowd. Blaine doubles over in pain as Timmy stumbles into the side of the ring. He gives a wry smile as he slowly raises one arm in the air. The crowd boos. But the boos soon turn to cheers as Blaine slowly stands back up and points at Timmy. Timmy's eyes widen in shock. He then turns and tries his best to run around the ring. Blaine chases and is right behind him. Timmy then rolls back into the ring. As soon as Blaine rolls back in, he's met with a kick to the face. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Classic bait move right there.

Timmy repeatedly drops a double ax handle across Blaine's back before rolling him over. He then chokes Blaine with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1........................2......................3.....................4........................

Timmy lets go..... only to choke Blaine again with both hands. The crowd boos.

Ref: 1.........................2........................3.......................4.............

Timmy lets go. He gets back up, picks up Blaine, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a headbutt that rocks Blaine, Timmy takes Blaine and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Blaine stumbles out, Timmy nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. Timmy then steps back, only to dive forward and clip the back of Blaine's knee, taking him down. The crowd boos. Timmy gets up, lifts up Blaine's leg and repeatedly stomps the back of it. He then takes the leg and delivers a spinning toe hold. Timmy takes the leg and delivers another spinning toe hold. Timmy goes for another spinning toe hold. But Blaine reaches up, grabs him and counters into a small package. The crowd cheers.

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Clement: Small package only gets two...

As soon as both men get up, Timmy runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Blaine ducks. When Timmy turns around, he throws out a kick to the midsection. But Blaine catches his foot and counters with a legsweep backbreaker into an STO. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Timmy barely gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Blaine better be enjoying this. Because at Showdown, this won't be so easy.

Blaine picks up Timmy and whips him hard into the corner. Timmy stumbles from out of the corner before dropping down to his knees in pain. Blaine heads over towards Timmy. But he stops and turns his attention to Michael Tomkins, who is making his way down to the ring to tremendous heel heat.

Clement: Oh what is this?

Grayson: Looks like Tomkins is out to lend some moral support.

Clement: Yeah, 'moral support' my you-know-what!

Tomkins stands at the edge of the aisle with his arms crossed. He smirks at Blaine as Blaine makes his way over towards the ropes. The ref then goes over and tells Blaine not to go to the outside. Tomkins takes a step closer. Blaine then moves the ref out of the way. Tomkins then motions for Blaine to bring it. Blaine then steps halfway through the ropes and motions for Tomkins to get in the ring. But while Blaine is distracted, Timmy runs over and kicks up the middle rope, hitting Blaine blatantly between the legs. The crowd boos as Blaine goes down, clutching himself in pain.

Grayson: Aaaaaaaaaand.... it's good!

Clement: As dirty as they come. The both of them!

Tomkins smirks as Timmy puts the boots to Blaine, stomping away at his head. He then drops down and makes the cover.

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Tomkins can be heard mocking Blaine from the outside as Timmy continues his attack. He picks up Blaine, delivers a Manhattan Drop and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Grayson: Look at that, Clement. Look on as the veteran softens up Blaine. He's giving his pupil the perfect strategy to win.

Clement: And what's that, cheating to win? Don't worry, Tomkins knows all about that!

Timmy then goes over to Blaine's legs. He lifts then up, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd boos as the ref warns Timmy. Timmy then picks up Blaine and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Blaine stumbles back, Timmy grabs him from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Blaine rolls over his back, lands on his feet and brings Timmy down with a reverse DDT. The crowd cheers as Tomkins slaps the canvas in frustration. Blaine makes the cover.

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Timmy gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Oh, only two!

Blaine picks up Timmy and whips him into the ropes. When Timmy comes back, Blaine throws out a kick to the midsection. Timmy catches the foot, but Blaine counters with an enziguiri, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Timmy, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Blaine then turns Timmy around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches Timmy while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!

The crowd cheers. Blaine then hops down onto Timmy's thighs before monkey flipping him from out of the corner. The crowd cheers. Tomkins then climbs up onto the apron and shouts at Blaine to boos from the crowd. Blaine sees this, so he runs over towards Tomkins. But Tomkins hops down before Blaine can attack him. The crowd boos. While Tomkins taunts Blaine, Timmy slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. After he turns around, he sees Blaine with his back turned. So he runs over towards Blaine. But Blaine senses what's coming, so he turns around and meets Timmy with a pump kick to the face, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Tomkins is irate on the outside.

Clement: And I think Blaine just kicked Timmy's head into the next state! My oh my, he absolutely nailed him square in the face with that kick. And Tomkins is about to give himself a heart attack on the outside.

Grayson: C'mon, Timmy, get up!

After dragging Timmy into position, Blaine turns him over onto his stomach. He then points to the top turnbuckle as he heads into the corner. The crowd cheers. After Blaine climbs up to the top turnbuckle, he performs a backflip, looking for a moonsault across Timmy's back. But Tomkins drags Timmy out of the way, causing Blaine to crash stomach-first onto the canvas. The crowd boos as Tomkins slides into the ring, goes over and puts the boots to Blaine. The bell sounds as Tomkins continues to stomp away at him.

Clement: Oh what the hell!

Cruz: Here is your winner by Disqualification, BLAINE HARRISON!

The crowd continues to boo as Timmy gets up and joins in with his protege's attack on Blaine.

Clement: Dammit! These two strike again!

Grayson: And it works like a charm. What did Blaine think what going to happen?

Timmy then grabs a hold of Blaine's leg and turns him over into the The Electric Leg Lock. The crowd boos as Blaine can be heard groaning in pain. Tomkins then heads to the outside, where he storms over and snatches away the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt from Manny Cruz. He then rolls back into the ring. He drops down onto his stomach in front of Blaine and mocks him by holding up three fingers. The crowd boos as Tomkins adds insult to injury, rubbing the FGA Championship belt in Blaine's face.

Clement: Oh come on now!

Timmy then legs go of the hold as Tomkins gets back up on his feet. He then takes FGA Championships belt and repeatedly whips Blaine across the back with it.

Crowd: TOMKINS SUCKS! TOMKINS SUCKS! TOMKINS SUCKS!

Tomkins then stands tall in front of a downed Blaine as Timmy lays the belt down at Tomkins' feet. He then goes to raise his protege's arm in the air to tremendous heel heat from the crowd....