Vertigo (7.23.16)

[FGA Office]

Pre-Recorded


The scene cuts to where Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Annie Dupree is currently sitting in front of a white background. A healthy tan courtesy of the Hawaiian sun causing her skin to glow, the title belt shimmering on her shoulder; Annie waves at the camera as per usual before speaking.

Annie Dupree: Heyyy guys! Sorry I couldn’t be there in person this week, but I’m just having a bit of rest and relaxation this week before my next match on Sunday. Me and Molly are gonna be teaming together as The Whitest Girls You Know to face a team some of you may know, The Agents of Misfortune…

Annie waves her hand dismissively.

Annie Dupree: But this isn’t the time to talk about that. I’m here now to talk about this title-

She taps the belt on her shoulder.

Annie Dupree: -and my upcoming title match against Salem Cartier. Now, it’s no secret that Salem has a bit of history with this title. We all remember Canadian Stampede when she got screwed out of the title by Izzy Anders, and that belt shot to the face…

Annie shakes her head.

Annie Dupree: It’s such a shame when things like that happen. Especially from people you expect better from … Baroness.

She takes a dig at her NKP tag co-champion, The Crimson Baroness, who used brass knucks to defeat Annie’s friend, Ashley Chase last Monday night. TCB also happens to be a member of The Agents of Misfortune, so that’s almost fortuitous.

Annie Dupree: And I hated seeing that, Salem. It’s one of the reasons why, like, I was so excited when you got announced as the number one contender. Why you’re gonna be the next contender for this title. ‘Cause I’m gonna try and undo the damage Izzy did to this title; I’m gonna try and hold this belt longer than she did, defend it against most people than she did, and not take the same short cuts she did.

Dupree adjusts the belt on her shoulder before continuing.

Annie Dupree: But before we get to our title match you might be competing in the Frontier Lions Cup. After the last show we all know I’m not gonna be doing the same … since Dom won by DQ. I’m still disappointed with myself, you know. Like, he took me by surprise with the boobplex and my instincts took over. And I know he was so eager to pin me so he could win our deal … but I’ve taken up too much of your time. Salem, good luck tonight against Molly; I know you’re both gonna have an awesome match – but go Molly!

Annie whispers the last part from behind a raised hand before slyly winking at the camera, giggling as she waves good-bye.

[FGA Office]

FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Salem Cartier vs. Molly Reid

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Qualifying Match in the Frontier Lions Cup!

"I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!"

"There's no place like home!"

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 wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat...

She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, 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.

"Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on
Touch, kid; how you surprise me
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...

"You're something like a phenomena
Something like an astronoma'
Now roll kid, rock 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 holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 130 pounds! "Something Like a Phenomena"… SAAAAALEEEEEM CAAAAAARTIIIIEEEEER!!!

Kris Cruise: Two weeks ago we saw these two teaming together to defeat the makeshift team of Mark Storm and our current Pride Champion, Fujiko Mine. But tonight they’re going to be opponents.

Stephy Auger: That’s right. Salem Cartier coming off that win, and a big win at All Star Showdown. She’s the number one contender to the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship – a belt Molly failed to capture at the last pay-per-view.

Kris Cruise: And now they’re squaring off against one another to try and qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup. We just saw Annie Dupree wishing Molly good luck, do you think that was a dig at Salem, or was she just supporting her friend?

Stephy Auger: Knowing Annie it was probably a dig. But tonight isn’t about the belt, it’s about a potential shot at the FGA World Championship. It’s about the Frontier Lions Cup, and one of these two women will qualify for that tournament.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 122 pounds... MOOOOLLYYYYYY REEEEEEEID!

The lights in the arena dim as Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, bouncing around with a happy grin on her face, singing along to the song. She walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd, reaching out and high fiving some of them. She slides into the ring and jumps up, holding her arms in the air as the crowd cheers loudly. Molly runs to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner.

Kris Cruise: And now there’s nothing left but to do it. Lets get this match started!

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors emerge from their corners to circle the ring for a few moments. The crowd here in Tucson giving a dual chant for both Salem and Molly as they lock up collar and elbow. As they jockey for position, Salem manages to push her opponent around the ring until they wind up against the ropes. The referee intervenes, calling for a break, which he gets after a count of three. Only for Salem to unleash a couple of knife edge chops to the chest of her opponent! The Tucson crowd “whoo!” after each one.

An Irish whip ensues, sending Molly against the ropes. Or it would if she didn’t reverse the move. Salem is sent running across the ring; she comes back off the ropes with a flying shoulderblock, knocking Molly down to the mat. Both competitors scramble to their feet again as Salem sets off against the ropes for momentum, ducking under the clothesline attempt from Molly as she continues onwards against the ropes again. This time Salem dives at her opponent with a wheelbarrow bulldog, driving Molly face first into the mat! And an early pin attempt.

ONE!
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Molly kicks out.

Salem brings her opponent back to a vertical base, taking Molly towards the corner before slamming her head first into the turnbuckle. Molly collapses back in the corner as Salem takes the chance to deliver some stomps to the midsection. Another Irish whip follows as Molly finds herself being sent from pillar to post. Salem follows her in with a cartwheel into a leaping hip attack – but Molly moves out of the way!

Kris Cruise: Nobody home on that one.

Reid pushes her opponent back into the corner and begins to unload with a series of chops and alternating forearm smashes. A spinning back elbow connects, and that one appears to daze Salem somewhat. She staggers out of the corner and into a belly-to-belly suplex. Molly goes for the cover.

ONE!
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Salem kicks out.

Stephy Auger: Both competitors trying to end this one early, but only a one count for each of them.

Kris Cruise: And you know that despite their size, both of these women pack a punch. This one will likely come down to stamina and endurance.

Molly sits her opponent up and delivers some swift soccer kicks to the spine, trying to keep Salem planted in the same spot. She hits the ropes for momentum, coming back with a running dropkick to the face that knocks Salem flat on her back. But no pin attempt this time, as Molly instead lifts her opponent back to her feet and throws her towards the corner. From there Molly repeatedly thrusts her shoulder up into the midsection until the referee intervenes once more. Salem gets dragged from the corner and doubled over with a kick to the midsection, before Molly takes a run up for the spinning neckbreaker. And this time she goes for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Salem kicks out!

Undeterred, Molly gets back to her feet and proceeds to stomp at her opponent. She lifts Salem back to her feet and throws her out of the ring, through the middle rope. Salem manages to land on the apron after holding onto the rope, but Molly is already facing the other way playing up to the fans. As she turns around and see Salem getting back to her feet she rushes over, thrusting a shoulder into the midsection – NO! The Witch leaps up to avoid the attack, landing across Molly’s back with a straddle attack!

Reid stumbles back into the ring, picking herself up in a hurry as Cartier springboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick!

Stephy Auger: She caught all of that one, Cruise!

Both competitors are down for a moment, but the crowd pop as Salem kips back up to her feet. She shakes off the punishment she’s taken so far as Molly uses the nearest ropes to pick herself up. Now it’s Reid on the back foot as The Witch lashes out with some vicious knife edge chops to the chest. An Irish whip follows as Salem sends her opponent across the ring, before lowering her head for the back body drop. But Reid has it scouted; she slows her pace and counters with a big boot to the face!

Salem spins around on the spot after that one as Molly lunges forward with a clothesline attempt. Nope! Cartier ducks under the arm and runs, springboarding off the ropes with a back elbow that sends Molly staggering backwards. Salem hurries back to her feet and charges in, taking Molly over the top rope with a Cactus clothesline!

Kris Cruise: And the action spilling to the outside here. They need to be careful not to get counted out, though, we don’t want any of these qualifiers ending in a draw.

Stephy Auger: Nobody wants to get a bye in the Frontier Lions Cup, Cruise.

Both competitors hit the mats on the outside hard, as they lay there for a few seconds until the referee is forced to start the count out. Salem is the first one to make a move as she uses the ring apron to get back to her feet. Molly is just up to all fours as Salem approaches, catching her opponent with a series of shin kicks to the face. The count is up to three as Salem drags her opponent up, delivering a shinbreaker before taking Molly over with a Saito suplex!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God! What a suplex on the outside, and I think Molly may be out of it here.

The crowd are on their feet applauding that one as Salem stands back up; she rolls Molly back into the ring as the count out hits six, forcing the referee to stop. Reid tries to get up, but flops down onto her back as Salem moves onto the apron, performing a tope con hilo. And a cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Molly gets the shoulder up, and a portion of the crowd breathe a sigh of relief. But Salem looks to the referee in shock, who in turn holds up two fingers to signify the two-count. With the frustration beginning to set in, Salem lifts her opponent back to a kneeling position. She fires off a couple of shoot kicks to the chest before going up top with a buzzsaw kick! It echoes throughout the arena before Molly slumps forward. Cartier rolls her over and hooks a leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOO!

Kris Cruise: How is she even kicking out? Molly Reid absorbing so much punishment, but she still manages to stay in this one.

Stephy Auger: She’s a masochist, Kris, plain and simple.

Once again Salem gets back to her feet, and this time it’s her turn to stomp at her prone opponent. She brings Molly back up, and promptly executes a rolling snapmare. Salem rolls through to her feet and sets off against the ropes for momentum, but Molly catches her upon her return with a modified monkey flip! Except Salem lands on her feet.

Cartier spins around as Molly is just beginning to get back to her feet in the center of the ring. The Witch charges at her opponent, but Molly avoids the attack, and Salem keeps running. She springboards off the middle rope again, performing a corkscrew crossbody – NO! Molly counters out of nowhere with a double knee facebreaker!

Kris Cruise: What a counter!

Molly collapses back down to the mat, as Salem falls down next to her. Both competitors flat on their backs as the referee has no choice but to start the count out.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!

Molly begins to stir, moving a shoulder as she tries to get back to a seated position. But she decides to roll away instead.

FIVE!


SIX!


SEVEN!


EIGHT!

Salem rolls towards the ropes, using them to pick herself up as Molly does the same on the other side of the ring.

Kris Cruise: And we still have a match! Lets see which of these two has what it takes to put the other away.

Both competitors stagger towards the center of the ring as Molly throws a right hook. It lands, and Salem throws one right back. The two of them trading blows until finally, after the fifth punch, Molly manages to duck and counter with an inverted atomic drop! That’s followed by a roundhouse kick, and Salem drops to her knees. Molly recomposes herself, trying to draw that second wind as she hits the ropes, coming back with a knee strike to the face!

And the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Salem kicks out in the nick of time. The crowd all gasp in shock, but nobody is more surprised than Molly. She stands back up, the pain of those earlier attacks evident on her face as she brings Salem back to her feet. An Irish whip sends The Witch towards the corner, as Molly follows her in with a running clothesline. But she’s not done. Salem gets hoisted up to the top rope, and Molly follows her up, standing on the middle rope as she hooks Cartier in place for a superplex.

Stephy Auger: Somebody’s about to go for a ride, Cruise.

But Salem is fighting it; she fires off a couple of shots to the midsection, forcing Molly to release her hold. Reid wobbles as she struggles to maintain her balance on the ropes – which isn’t helped by the fierce headbutt! The crowd pop as Molly falls from the middle rope, landing back first against the mat! She rolls through though, staggering to her feet on the far side of the ring as Salem climbs down off the apron. The Witch takes a deep breath as she senses the opportunity, running across the ring for the New Hampshire Handshake!

Kris Cruise: Molly Kick out of nowhere!

The superkick connects flush on Salem’s jaw as she’s mid leap, and The Witch collapses to the mat! Molly falls down on top of her as the referee drops to make the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, MOLLY REID!

Stephy Auger: I thought Salem had this one won a couple of times there, but a Molly Kick out of nowhere saves the match for Molly Reid.

Kris Cruise: And she’ll be joining the likes of Yun Goeun, Savannah Taylor, Dom Harter, Mark Storm, Johnny Karma and Fujiko Mine in the Frontier Lions Cup.

Stephy Auger: With one more competitor to be decided. Either Chandler Scott or Chris Bond will join them in the final eight, but this is a huge win for Molly, Kris.

The referee helps Molly back to her feet as it begins to sink in that she’s qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup. A big smile on her face as she poses for the cheering crowd.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Chris Bond.

The crowd erupts into cheers for the “Battle Hardened Vet”, the two-time PRIDE Champion dressed to compete, wearing an old school FGA “Hero” tee.

Spencer Burke: Just days ago, Chandler Scott had some pretty horrible and mean things to say about you. He seems to hold you personally responsible for what happened to his sister. Do you have anything to say to him?

Bond shakes his head.

Chris Bond: You know Spencer, this place never changes. The faces seem to blur together… he said, she said. But the one constant, the underlying theme here is how big of a pain in the ass Chandler Scott is. I understand his disdain and the disrespect. He’s arrogant and it’s kind of his shtick. And he’s got the skills and talent to back it up when he says he’s the best. But for such a smart guy, he’s a real dumbass. I didn’t have a single thing to do with what happened to Emily. She’s a good kid. And contrary to what he might think… I rode with her to the hospital in the ambulance. I was the one who stayed there until one of her family members showed up. He can throw blame and throw shade all he wants. He can question my abilities. But Chandler Scott will not stand there and say that I don’t give a damn about my students, my trainees.

Bond stops for a moment and looks at Spencer.

Chris Bond: You’ve been doing this for a while, and you’ve had your fair share of attacks. I think I remember you getting abducted by some ridiculous cult of personality or Jim Jones styled church of Kool-Aid. I don’t know… but you know this business is full of danger.

Burke nods his head in agreement, blushing a little bit and rubbing at the back of his head with his freehand.

Chris Bond: Chandler, you can hold a grudge. You can spit venom and hell, you can try to end my career, too. But you kind of hit the nail on the head… I don’t know how to quit. I’ll keep fighting until the day I die. You go ahead and blame me for Emily. You go ahead and you put all of that blame on me. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Jimmy Page is a disgusting, miserable little pissant. But you were the one who ducked him week in and week out. You were the one who pushed Emily towards the Lion’s Den. You were the one that told her to build her own legacy. You see, she’s a smart kid. She knows that the name of “Scott” carries a certain amount of weight… but you told her she was better off using something else. I didn’t attack her, beat her bloody. I tried to help. You can question my sincerity and question whether or not I did enough or anything at all… but I didn’t put her in harm’s way. You did Chandler, and you have yourself to blame for that.

Spencer speaks up, interrupting Bond.

Spencer Burke: Things seem to be personal, Chris. A lot more personal than anyone kind of expected.

Bond nods his head.

Chris Bond: I’ve been accused of a lot of things in my life. I’ve been ridiculed as an addict, and an alcoholic. I’ve been told I’m washed up and well past my sell-by date. I’ve had Chandler Scott tell me to stay home and spend time with my son… or I would watch my kid grow up from a wheelchair. Johnny Cannon tried to end my career. Myke Adams almost ended my career. Dom Harter tried to bash my brains out. Kevin Hardaway tried to put me down for good. Even Chris Q couldn’t put a nail in my coffin.

Bond’s face reddens a bit, the adrenaline starting to flow.

Chris Bond: But one thing is for certain, I don’t give up. I keep coming back. I’ve been down but I’ve never been counted out. Chandler Scott, you can hate me. You can blame me for the things that went down between yourself, Jimmy Page, and your sister Emily. You’re the same superior athlete you’ve always been. But you’re also the biggest and most insecure prick I’ve come across in some time. You come at me with everything you have. You go ahead and try to smash my face in. Or try to break my leg. You might even win tonight. But you won’t end me. You won’t put me out of my misery like some sad ‘Old Yeller’ story. I’m not the same guy who walked into this promotion three years ago… I’m older that’s right. But I’m in the best goddamn shape of my life. I’m leaner. I’m hungrier. And I’m going to show you that you’ve been wrong about me all along. Once you step foot in that ring… you’re going to see a side of me you didn’t think existed. I want you to channel all that hatred, all that animosity onto me, Chandler. I thrive on it. After tonight you’re going to see that I don’t do this for the attention, I do it for the thrill of the fight and love of the sport. Come at me Chandler… and let’s see who really reigns supreme.

Bond looks intently into the camera and then back to Spencer before walking off toward the ring. Spencer swallows hard and looks directly into the camera, arching his brow.

Spencer Burke: This thing is certainly heating up into a deeply personal and bitter rivalry. Chris Bond versus Chandler Scott—it’s next. Back to you guys at ringside.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Chandler Scott vs. Chris Bond

"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.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a Qualifying Match in the Frontier Lions Cup and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, now residing out of Greensboro, North Carolina! Weighing in at 242 pounds! He is “The Battle-Hardened Veteran” CHRIS BOND!

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 throughout 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: Chris Bond’s making his in-ring return for the first time since last December. But Bond isn’t being thrown any softballs. Tonight, he makes his return against Chandler Scott in our last Qualifying Match.

Stephy Auger: There’s certainly no love lost between these two. Things are very testy and very personal. I would not be shocked if this one turns ugly in a hurry.

The sound of a guitar plays throughout the arena, capturing the attention of all the fans in the crowd. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, preparing for the man that’s about to walk out.

It's been so long
Long hard days
They don't say
Gods change my ways
Change my ways
Those evil ways...

So I set out
Cross that way
Strike them down
To make them pay
Change their ways
Their evil ways...

At the 1:01:50 second mark, “Evil Ways (Justice Mix)” bursts through the speakers. Chandler Scott then steps through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd.

BUT I CAN'T HIDE!
OOOOOOO!
AND I WON'T HIDE!
OOOOOOO! YEAH!
My Evil Ways...

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Hyannis, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 228 pounds… CHANDLER SCOTT!

Despite the positive reaction from the crowd, Chandler doesn’t play to them for now. Instead, he keeps his eyes focused on the ring as he walks down the ramp and aisle.

I found out
The hate grow cool
The god rise up
Damn my soul
Cause I ain't change
Change my ways
I ain't change...

As he hits the ringside area, a spotlight slowly fades upon him.

SO I WON'T HIDE!
OOOOOOO!
I WON'T HIDE!
OOOOOOO! HEY!
I CAN'T HIDE! YEAH!
OOOOOOO!
I CAN'T HIDE! HEY!
My Evil Ways...

While the chorus plays, he leaps up onto the apron, steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Chandler then marches into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and scans the crowd. He then slowly spreads his arms out. This time, he soaks in the large reaction from the crowd. Chandler hops down to the canvas and removes the shades and the vest, tossing them to the outside as he awaits the opening bell.

Kris Cruise: You can s-- hold on!

The bell sounds as Chandler makes his way across the ring and nails Bond with a right hand. Bond comes back with a punch of his own. Chandler nails Bond with another right hand. Bond comes back with a punch of his own. Chandler nails Bond with yet another right hand. Bond throws out a punch. But Chandler blocks it and counters with a punch of his own. Bond throws out another punch. But again, Chandler blocks it and counters with a punch of his own. Chandler then nails Bond with another right hand… and another… and another. He then takes Bond and goes for an irish whip. But Bond reverses, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler returns, Bond grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope.

Bond turns and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. But unbeknownst to him, Chandler landed safely on the apron. He then scales up to the top turnbuckle and crouches down. Once Bond turns around, Chandler leaps off and knocks him down with a flying high knee to the face. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Bond took his eyes off the ball and Chandler made him pay.

Chandler picks up Bond, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Bond around, Chandler delivers a flurry of right hands that send Bond slumping down in the corner. From there, Chandler repeatedly stomps on his chest before choking him with his foot, which elicits some boos from the crowd. He then pulls down on the top rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Chandler breaks the choke…. Only to reapply it. The boos get louder this time.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Chandler reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down, pulls Bond back up to his feet and doubles him over with a punch to the midsection. Chandler then nails Bond with another punch to the gut… and another… and another. After a slap upside the head, Chandler delivers a European Uppercut that causes Bond’s head to rock back. He then takes Bond and whips him hard into the opposite corner. The turnbuckles rattle as Bond’s back collides with them. As Bond staggers from out of the corner, Chandler runs over and sends him flipping down to the canvas with a kitchen sink. As Bond slowly sits back up, Chandler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he delivers a rolling neck snap. Chandler makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Thus far, this match has been all Chandler.

Stephy Auger: It is Bond’s first match back. He may need some time to get his feet under him. But at this rate, Chandler may run away with this one if Bond doesn’t get back in it.

Chandler picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chandler doubles him over with a punch to the midsection. He then hooks his arm around Bond’s neck before delivering a snap suplex. Chandler turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Bond and doubles him over with a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Bond, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Bond slowly gets up on the floor, Chandler takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a suicide dive. But Bond lunges forward and delivers a punch to the face that knocks Chandler back into the ring. Bond rolls back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Bond blocks the suicide dive and knocks Chandler down to the canvas. He may have only gotten a two count. But what he did do was stop Chandler’s momentum.

Bond picks up Chandler, moves him into the ropes and delivers a blistering knife edge chop across the chest. He then nails Chandler with another chop before whipping him into the far ropes. When Chandler comes back, Bond knocks him down with a back elbow. He drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Bond picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Bond throws out a clothesline. But Chandler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Bond throws out another clothesline. But again, Chandler ducks and heads into the ropes. When he comes back, the crowd cheers as Bond scoops him up from the side and delivers a jumping backbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Bond picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. He then runs into the corner, connects with a clothesline and goes to follow up with a running bulldog out of the corner. But Chandler shoves Bond off of him and into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a running European Uppercut. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bond gets his shoulder up.

As Chandler goes to pick up Bond, Bond tackles him down with a standing double leg. He then hooks his arms around Chandler’s legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner. After bouncing his face off the top turnbuckle, Chandler stumbles back into the awaiting arms of Bond, who brings him down with a russian leg sweep. He rolls over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Bond’s continuing to build with his offense and has somehow taken control of this match after being dominated for so long.

Bond picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler returns, Bond delivers an inverted atomic drop before knocking him down with a hard European Uppercut. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Chandler, brings him into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chandler around, Bond delivers a kick to the midsection, followed by a knife edge chop. He then delivers another kick to the midsection, followed by a knife edge chop. Bond hits another kick, then a chop. Kick, then a chop. Kick, chop. Kick, chop. Kick, chop. Bond looks out into the crowd and gets showered with cheers. He then follows up with a hard European Uppercut. Bond brings Chandler from out of the corner before whipping him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Bond throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Both of these men are vying for the final spot in the 2016 Frontier Lions Cup. Who will go on to face Dom Harter in the Quarterfinals at Above & Beyond V? Will it be Chris Bond? Will it be Chandler Scott?

Bond picks up Chandler and goes for a vertical suplex, but Chandler blocks it. So Bond tightens his grip before going for another vertical suplex. But again, Chandler blocks it. Chandler then counters with a shotgun stunner. He then sits up Bond before running into the ropes. When Chandler returns, he nails Bond in the face with a sliding forearm smash. He makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Bond, drags him over towards the ropes and goes for a vertical suplex to the floor, but Bond blocks it. So Chandler tightens his grip before going for another vertical suplex. But again, Bond blocks it. After three punches to the midsection, Bond lifts up Chandler and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. While Chandler’s body hangs over the top rope, Bond takes a few steps back before connecting with a high knee lift. After getting knocked off the top rope, Chandler bounces off the apron before falling to the floor.

While Chandler tries to shake out the cobwebs, Bond rolls to the outside. He sizes Chandler up before putting the boots to him. He then picks up Chandler before ramming him back-first against the side of the guardrail. He then switches positions with Chandler before ramming him back-first against the side of the ring. Bond then takes Chandler delivers a vertical suplex on the floor. Chandler can be seen cringing while he arches his back in pain. But Bond doesn’t let up. After bringing Chandler back to his feet, he doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. From there, Bond hoists up Chandler before delivering a gutwrench powerbomb across the edge of the ring. After Chandler crumbles to the floor, Bond rolls back into the ring. As Bond heads into the corner to rest, the ref continues his count.

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FIVE!





SIX!






SEVEN!





EIGHT!






NINE!

Chandler rolls back into the ring.

Kris Cruise: He beats the count!

Bond turns around and sees Chandler back in the ring. So he marches over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler returns, Bond throws him down with an STO backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond sits up Chandler before nailing him with a hard kick to the back. Chandler seethes as he arches his back in pain. Bond sizes him up before nailing Chandler with another hard kick to the back. The kick causes Chandler to turn over onto his stomach. Chandler pushes himself up on all fours. But Bond is right there to deliver a jumping stomp to the back. Chandler pushes himself back up on all fours. But again, Bond knocks him back down with a jumping stomp to the back. After Chandler pushes himself back up on all fours, Bond reaches down and wraps his wraps around his waist. He then deadlifts Chandler up off the canvas and throws him down with a gutwrench powerbomb to cheers and applause from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Chandler and sets him up for a piledriver. But Chandler counters with a back body drop. Chandler immediately drops to his knees and holds the small of his back. He slowly returns to a vertical base. But when he turns around, Bond knocks him down with a running lariat. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Chandler has such a firm grip on this match in the beginitely. But the tide has turned. Momentum has swung all the way in the opposite direction and now it’s Bond in control.

Stephy Auger: I don’t know if he’s still suffering from the effects of that Chivalry is Dead Match, but Chandler cooled down after that hot start. He needs to do something to get back in this match or else Bond is about to advance in this tournament.

Bond picks up Chandler and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Chandler rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet. When Bond turns around, Chandler lifts up his left knee and delivers a dragon screw legwhip. Bond immediately clutches the knee.

Kris Cruise: He just delivered a dragonscrew to the knee that Bond’s had two major surgeries on!

Stephy Auger: Good! Do it again!

Chandler reaches down, pulls up Bond, lifts up the left leg and delivers another dragon screw. Bond can be heard shouting obscenities. Chandler picks up Bond once again. As soon as Chandler lifts up his left leg, Bond begins nailing Chandler with a flurry of jabs to the face. So Chandler lets go of the leg and delivers a shoot kick to the side of the knee. Bond’s knee buckles. He tries to limp away. But Chandler is right on him with another shoot kick to the leg. Bond drops down to a knee. But he gets back up. So Chandler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he kicks Bond in the back of the knee so hard that it sends him flipping down to the canvas.

Bond reaches for the ropes. But Chandler drags Bond away from the ropes, lifts up his left leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. Chandler gets back up, lifts up the leg and delivers another elbow drop. Chandler then delivers a third elbow drop. With Bond’s leg pinned down to the canvas, Chandler begins to fidget with his left knee brace. Bond sits up and tries to pull Chandler away from it. But Chandler just swats him off of him. So Bond reaches back over and tries to pull Chandler off his leg. This time, Chandler reaches back and knocks Bond down with a back elbow. Chandler then unbuckles the knee pad before ripping it off of Bond’s leg. Chandler then runs and chucks the knee brace into the aisle. There’ a few cheers. But the boos are more prominent.

Kris Cruise: This is not going to end good, Stephy...

Chandler marches back over to Bond and puts the boots to his left knee. Chandler lifts up the leg and delivers a rolling leg snap. Chandler delivers two more rolling leg snaps to Bond’s left leg. He then grabs Bod by the ankle before dragging him across the ring. Chandler drapes Bond’s left across the bottom rope. He then delivers a jumping seated senton to the leg. Bond can be heard shouting obscenities before covering his face with his hands. After rolling out onto the floor, Chandler pulls Bond’s legs out onto the apron. He then lifts Bond’s leg up before throwing it down hard against the edge of the apron. He then takes Bond by the leg and drags him over towards the ring post. Chandler pulls back Bond’s leg and swings it hard against the ring post.

*THWACK!*

Chandler throws Bond’s leg against the ring post again…

*THWACK!*

And again…

*THWACK!*

Bond clutches his knee in agony while Chandler slowly makes his way back up onto the apron. After stepping back into the ring, Bond begins to scoot himself away from Chandler. So Chandler begins stalking him across the ring. Bond continues to try and scoot himself to safety. But he quickly realizes that he’s backed himself into one of the corners. As Bond reaches up and tries to pull himself up using the ropes, Chandler marches into the corner. Chandler’s cut off with a kick to the midsection. Bond uses his right leg to deliver another kick… and another… and another. He then takes Chandler and throws him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bond then reaches through the ropes, drags Chandler across the middle rope and then plants him with a rope hung DDT to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Rejection DDT by Bond!

While both men are down, the ref starts his count.

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SEVEN!

After both men return to their feet, Bond nails Chandler with a European Uppercut. He then connects with another European Uppercut… and another… and another. After a kick to the midsection using his right leg, Bond takes Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler returns, Bond knocks him down with a lariat. After Chandler returns to his feet, Bond returns him to the mat with another lariat. Once Chandler gets back up, Bond doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before bringing him down with a jumping facebuster. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Chandler and whips him hard into the corner. After Chandler collides sternum-first with the turnbuckles, he stumbles back into the arms of Bond, who lifts him up and delivers a belly to back suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Chandler, nails him with three forearms to the face and then whips him into the ropes. When Chandler returns, Bond throws him down with a spinebuster. He rolls across Chandler and hooks the leg.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Bond slowly gets up to his feet and begins massaging his left knee. He then picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Bond goes for a running lariat. But Chandler ducks and stops as Bond’s momentum takes him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a Pinpoint Dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chandler delivers an inverted atomic drop and goes to follow up with a European Uppercut. But Bond turns and counters into a Hangman’s Clutch submission.

Kris Cruise: Could Bond get the submission here?

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But he refuses to quit. He then rolls backwards across bond’s back, lands in front of Bond, kicks him in the midsection and delivers a fireman's carry neckbreaker. Chandler then stumbles into the corner before waving up Bond. Once Bond finally returns to his feet, Chandler charges from out of the corner and delivers a spinning sitout sleeper slam.

Chandler picks up Bond and whips him into the corner. He runs across the ring and connects with a European Uppercut. Chandler takes Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. He runs across the ring and connects with a flying corner elbow smash. Chandler lifts up Bond and sits him down across the top turnbuckle before delivers a top rope-hunt Cutter to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Mass Spike from Chandler Scott!

Stephy Auger: You know what comes next, Cruise...

Chandler picks up Bond, turns and clobbers him with a hangman’s Roaring Hammer, sending him crumpling down to the canvas. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Evil Ways” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes with a mixed reaction.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Chandler gets his arm raised while the crowd continues its mixed reaction.

Kris Cruise: Chandler Scott picks up the win tonight, advancing in the Frontier Lions Cup!

Stephy Auger: Chris Bond put up a fight in his return match in FGA. But Chandler was driven to defeat Bond for both professional and personal reasons. In the end, Chandler got the job done and he will be headed to Above & Beyond V!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The scene fades back in as Zero McHannon is already standing in the ring, fully dressed for a match, and the microphone back at hand while he continues to look at the entrance way. “Nobody Likes Me” is faintly playing in the background and the fans are stirring to see if there’s going to be a FGA World Championship match tonight. Zero tests the mat under his feet before getting right into it.

Zero McHannon: Well, it’s do or die time. I’ve been waiting all night to get into this ring and it’s going to happen one way or another. Even if Cannon doesn’t accept my challenge tonight for a world title match, the least he can do is come down here and get his sh*t kicked in for the next fifteen minutes. I don’t really care if this is what the fans want, this isn’t about them for once, surprise about that. This is about ME! Me and my rematch clause, and I’m not waiting until Above or Beyond to get it. If Johnny Cannon would rather take his talents to LDFC for a show rather than defend his championship against someone who can take it off him in the blink of an eye, then he’s more than welcome to lower himself to the LDFC roster, since it seems sooooooooo important to him.

McHannon starts to pace the ring this time, looking from rope to rope as he turns his attention back towards the ramp.

Zero McHannon: I mean, Cannon has done enough ass kissing since winning that championship that he should have no problem doing me the pleasure this time. Ever since he has won that title, he joined in with the other idiots on twitter, shaking hands, giving each other pats on the back, talking each other up on how great they are and what a hell of a match they put on… Cannon has gone SOFT! He’s not the same man he was when he walked into that ring at All Star Showdown to gain that championship, and that’s his weakness right now. If you’re going to let THESE people control you into being this type of man, then how far did you come, and was it really worth it? If you’re going to be just like everyone else who is BELOW YOU, then why even try to become your own individual in this company? You can even bring out what’s left of the New Kings that I haven’t already dismantled and mounted their head on a wall… Maybe I’ll add yours right next to Tony Carmine when I’m finished. The FGA World Championship between your mounted heads like a badge of honor.

Zero taps the turnbuckle he was closest to several times before whipping around and raising the microphone back to his lips.

Zero McHannon: TIME TO LET THOSE BALLS DROP, CANNON! This isn’t for anyone else except you and me, a fight to see who really is the better man and can get the job done on any night of the week. You want to cement your legacy? Now’s your chance, because I want to ruin it. I want to plant your legacy into the ground like a seed and take a massive piss all over it. It’s time to see just how amazing you are when you don’t have the third leg of your group of butt buddies to back you up all the time. Bring Quinn down here so I can see that pathetic idiot cry whenever I take what’s rightfully mine, back.

McHannon continues to look at the entrance ramp, waiting for a response, but like last time, it seems he might not get one.

Zero McHannon: Sorry TCB isn’t out here to give you the real challenge you want. I can’t call Chris Strike to fly in for a one off. Wrestling people who aren’t going to make you better in the ring. Facing talent that clearly has nothing to do with this company. Thinking that you’re entertaining the thought that these companies think you’re spreading some kind of grace by being there to begin with… You’re stuck with me this time. The only person you should be worried about when your mind is so clouded on trying to make a name for yourself by traveling here, traveling there, because you’re not certain how long you’re going to have that championship… You’re making the best you can, with what little time you have.

Zero McHannon stands in the center of the ring, ready for a response, ready to tear into The British Mamba after having laid down the verbal smackdown. Having already challenged him to put the belt on the line tonight, the former champ waits in the ring for him to come down so he can take back what's his.

And he doesn't have to wait long for an answer as Brick + Mortar’s cover of “Voodoo Child” sounds off on the speakers. The crowd comes alive, usually with boos but at this moment their just hype that they might get to see a World Title match for free.

Kris Cruise: Is this really going to happen? McHannon doesn't want to wait for his rematch at Above and Beyond, he wants Cannon here and now. He came out earlier and Goodrich told him he’d get his answer later. Well, it's later and it looks like we’re going to do this.

Stephy Auger: We’re lucky, so lucky to have a World Champion who doesn't run from any challenge. He's so thoughtful enough that he's even given us a Main Event, PPV quality title match for free! He's wrestling TWICE

Kris Cruise: I don't know about all of that, but we’re certainly about to find out because there he is.

Right on cue, The British Mamba walks out onto the stage, the FGA World Championship in his his hand as he wears nothing but a white tuxedo over his bare chest, slacks and shoes. More importantly, Cannon is alone, as he slowly begins to march down to ringside. Meanwhile, Zero prepares himself for competition, stretching and limbering up, preparing to lay down the lumber so to speak. As Johnny closes in on the ring McHannon backs up a step, crouching down slightly as he gives his rival room to enter. The FGA World Champion slowly knees up onto the apron, but instead of climbing in he merely stands there - smiling.

And the reason, it's all due to the plan perfectly coming together, because the second Zero steps forward, he's jumped from behind by Danny Diamond. Double D knocks McHannon down to the canvas, then proceeds to lay the boots to him, stomping him like he’s trying to put out a fire.

Kris Cruise: I knew not to trust Cannon. All that talk earlier about quieting the doubters, and ruling with an iron fist, I knew something was up when he came out here by himself. It's the same old trick!

Stephy Auger: Can you blame him? Zero’s been running him down on Twitter for weeks. This is how you deal with problems. He's the King of FGA. He can't be lenient. He must be ruthless and show no weakness.

Cannon enters the ring now, standing and watching as Diamond continues to lay into Zero. Finally, he motions for his cohort to hold him, as he drops the FGA World Title. While Diamond has Zero up on his knees, subduing him as he holds his arms back, Cannon suddenly runs forward and cracks him in the temple with a knee strike. McHannon drops right to the canvas, laying there face first, his hands gingerly scratching the canvas as his bell continues to ring.

As the crowd boos - not so much for Zero, more so because they hate the tactics being displayed - Cannon leans over the ropes, staring out into the stands with a menacing look on his face. From the corner he turns around, barking at Diamond to hold him up again. Like before, Danny keeps McHannon at bay, leaving him defenseless as The British Mamba charges forward with another knee strike. His knee clashes against his rival’s skull, as he watches Zero flop to the canvas like a bag of rocks.

Kris Cruise: This is a mugging. Zero has done a lot of things that I stand against, but still, I don't know Stephy. This is downright despicable. The Kings continue to use the numbers game to their advantage. This has to stop.

Stephy Auger: You going in there to stop them? Cause I sure the hell am not.

Gritting his teeth, Cannon drags Zero up to his feet and over to the ropes, trapping his arms between the top and middle ropes before taking a handful of McHannon’s hair whilst looking him right in the eyes. Johnny talks some smack for a few seconds, then proceeds to rattle McHannon’s brain with a stiff European Uppercut.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

AND ANOTHER!

With spaghetti legs Zero falls out of the ropes and crumbles to the canvas as Johnny shakes his arm, making sure there's still life in it after delivering such a flurry of violent strikes.

Kris Cruise: Alright, Cannon I think we’ve got the point. I've seen enough, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but he doesn't look done yet.

Dissatisfied with the damage he’s already done, Cannon turns Zero over and mounts him, taking him by the back of the head with one hand while the other rains closed fists right down on his forehead. Danny looks on as Johnny fires right hand after right hand in complete silence, showing absolutely no regard for Zero, the crowd watching intently as the belligerent Britain continues to go on unchecked.

That is until he’s suddenly stopped in his tracks by a familiar tune. “Solarflare” blasts through the arena, causing slight confusion amongst everyone. Soon, the crowd errupts in cheers as Tony Carmine rushes down to the ring in a pink polo shirt with khakis. Danny slides out of the ring as Tony pulls Cannon off of Zero.

Stephy Auger: HE’S BACK! TONY’S BACK AND HE’S...AND HE’S….HE’S….He’s helping Zero?

Cannon rolls out of the ring next to Danny as both men look on shocked and confused. Tony holds up a middle finger to both New Kings as he turns around to help Zero McHannon to his feet. The crowd goes crazy at it all, it's practically pandemonium.

Kris Cruise: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Tony grabs a microphone as Zero stumbles his way to a vertical base. The former two time Pride Champion looks furious as the crowd goes into a frenzy. Carmine points out of the ring to Johnny Cannon who drapes his title over his shoulders. Cheering ensues from the crowd as the FGA Champion is livid. Zero finally gets up, leans against the ropes and motions for Cannon and Danny to get back in the ring and fight. Soon the crowd starts to cheer “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Tony looks out to the crowd and holds the mic to the air. A gracious smirk crosses his face as he takes the microphone and drives it in the back of Zero McHannon’s skull. In an instant, all of the air was taken out of the arena.

Kris Cruise: OF COURSE! OF FREAKING COURSE!

Stephy Auger: ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD CRUISE!

Tony looks utterly disgusted as he watches Zero fall to the canvas. He puts the boots to him as Cannon and Diamond smile on the outside. It doesn’t take long before they slide back into the ring and continue hammering down on McHannon. Tony backs away with the mic in his hand.

Sunshine Tony: Pick him up. Get that sorry piece of garbage up!

Johnny and Danny hold an almost lifeless Zero McHannon up facing The Scandalous One.

Sunshine Tony: I can’t believe how easy it is to fool most of you moronic imbeciles. I can’t believe how easy it was for MR. MAKO over here to let his guard down. You thought you could get rid of me? Carmine? Tony Carmine? Scandalous Tony Carmine? SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS MOTHASHUTCHOMOUF TONY CARMINE? Honey…

Tony lets out a pout to the incapacitated Zero before bashing him on the forehead with the microphone. The crowd boos as the Scandalous One bows to each section of the audience.

Kris Cruise: And the punishment continues for Zero McHannon. Back to business as usual. This is sickening.

Stephy Auger: Sickening? The last time we were on air, this man tried to destroy everything and everyone in the building. He finally gets what’s coming to him and that’s sickening?

Kris Cruise: Tony had us fooled for weeks. Weeks!

Sunshine Tony: If anyone deserves a shot at that FGA World title it’s...ME! But Cannon sweetie...you already know that. That’s why at Above and Beyond we’re trying this again. This time Zero, I won’t give you the satisfaction of taking me out this game. I have too much left. I’m still so beautiful. I’m still pimpin’ and gangster limpin’. I’m still the best that this company has ever or will ever see. I’m still the reason why everyone watches this boring ass show. Because within this boring ass show, people get the privilege of feasting their eyes on The New Kings of FGA. We are gems in a pile of rubbish as my British Bulldogs would say. There’s always a small silver lining in any cloud. There’s always the sun behind the darkness, and I want to say to all my fans that I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry that I led you all to believe that darkness was coming to FGA. Rumor has it that investors went into a panic after my retirement speech. Well FGA, your cash crop is here to stay. You see everyone jumping ship from their failed little piece of sh** companies. You see these washed up FGA stars who no one’s given a damn about since 2013 all of a sudden getting their chance to bask in MY GLORY. I’m sorry I left and had to leave you all with a main event such as Chris Bond versus Chandler Scott. I’m sorry I fooled you all into thinking that I lost my smile. The New Kings are NEW for a reason. We’re taking FGA away from its past and leaving everyone who thinks they still have what it takes in the business into the dust to rot. I will piss all over each and everyone of you walking redemption stories if it’s the last thing I do. We’re looking to the future and the future is standing tall in this ring right now and I’d be absolutely remiss to abandon all of my wonderful fans. I’ll especially never leave you a piece of trash like Zero McHannon to play the hero in my absence. No one can ever replace me, and you know why????

Tony interrupts himself to bash Zero over the head with the mic a few more times as Cannon and Diamond thrusts him down to the mat.

Sunshine Tony: BECAUSE THERE’S NO ONE IN EXISTENCE THAT CAN OUTSHINE SUNSHINE SWEETIE! And those are facts. Facts only.

Tony spits down at Zero before dropping the mic and kicking him square in the ribs for good measure. Cannon sneers down at McHannon’s lifeless body for a few moments before crouching down to grab the mic, visibly seething with rage as he does so.

Johnny Cannon: Can you hear me, Zero? Can you understand what I’m saying right now you bloody wanker? Huh? If you're listening I want to understand one thing!

Cannon grabs a handful of Zero’s hair, snatching it as he lifts his head slightly up off the canvas, looking down at him as he breathes fire into the mic.

Johnny Cannon: This isn’t your show anymore. This isn't yours, it isn't Chandler Scott’s, or anybody else's. It's mine. The FGA World Championship is mine. And both belong to the KINGS. We are FGA, and this is our kingdom! You hear me goddamnit? ITS OURS!

Cannon throws Zero’s head to the canvas as he stand up now. All three Kings stand tall over his carcass as The British Mamba raises the mic to his lips, whilst he hoists the FGA World title into the air.

Johnny Cannon: ALL HAIL THE KINGS!

The mic suddenly drops to his feet as the New Kings continue to pose to deafening boos as the telecast ends and the copyright info flashes onto the screen.