All-Star Showdown (6.1.12)

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"Super" Benny Starr vs. Matt Shields

Benny Starr	Wrestler	Matt Shields
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'2"	Height	6'0"
252 lbs	Weight	206 lbs
Hollywood	Hometown	Montreal, Quebec, Canada
2005	Pro Debut	2009
Starr Struck Fuji-Starr-a Armbar	Finisher	Michinoku Driver II

The lights dim as "Simply the Best" by Tina Turner begins to play. The song hits its chorus and Benny bursts through the curtain to a herd of boos. Coming out behind him is Benny's hideous wife, Cerise. With pink and white lights flashing, the two walk down the ramp until Benny leaps up onto the apron. He grabs hold of the top rope, using it to springboard into the ring where he lands on one knee before shooting his fist into the air.

Cruz: The following match is your opening contest of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Cerise Starr. From the Entertainment Capitol of the World, Hollywood.... Weighing in at (insert number here) pounds.... He is "SUPER" BENNY STARR!

Kevin Clement: Hello Frontier Fans and thank you for purchasing this DVD or internet stream. I am Kevin Clement....

Evan Grayson: I'm Evan Grayson...

Clement: And we're coming to you from the Westchester County Center in White Plains, New York for All-Star Showdown, FGA's third supershow of 2012. Tonight, we've got three matches for you that are sure to excite. We've got Micky O'Reilly taking on Sean Fallon in a match that will determine the #1 contender to the FGA Heavyweight Championship.

Grayson: The last time those two were in the ring, Fallon almost ripped Micky's arm off. Fallon could very well finish the job here tonight.

Clement: And in our main event, it'll be Blaine Harrison defending his FGA Heavyweight Championship against Michael Tomkins.

Grayson: It was nearly three months ago that Blaine defeated Tomkins for the championship, snapping his undefeated streak in the process. Tomkins can't get his undefeated streak back. But he sure can get his belt back tonight. And he will.

Clement: But right now, it's time for the opponent contest. The ever confident Benny Starr is standing in the ring right now.....

“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.

Crowd: And his opponent, 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 the start of the match.

Clement: And here comes Matt Shields! This young man looks to be in good spirits, considering that the last time we saw him, he was almost taken out by Sean Fallon.

Grayson: Sean Fallon really snapped after the conclusion of that match as he tried to permanently damage the ankle of Matt Shields. Now I like Fallon. He's a hell of a wrestler. In my mind, there's few, if any, in FGA that can match his talent. But even I have my limits. He wants to kick dirt on Shields after the match? That's fine. But trying to injure the man after you already beat him? In hindsight, it was a bit much for me.

Clement: We'll just have to see how well that attack is still effecting him. That match with Fallon was roughly three weeks ago. So he's had ample time to heal himself up. But his opponent tonight is Benny Starr, who is no slouch at all.

Grayson: Far from it. He may not have picked up a win yet in FGA, but Benny Starr is someone that should not be overlooked. Don't let his confidence or arrogance fool you. This is a guy that is a veteran of the business and knows his way around the ring. if Shields isn't careful, he could be in for a world of hurt.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They then inch closer to each other before locking up. After jockeying for position, Starr uses his size advantage to shove Shields into the ropes. The crowd boos as Starr does a bit of a strut across the ring. Meanwhile Shields just shakes his head.

Clement: Starr now gaining the early advantage for a bit. Shields is new to the wrestling business to say the least. But he's got to know that he can't win a test of strength against the bigger and stronger Starr.

He then makes his way from off the ropes and circles the ring. He inches closer to Starr and then locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Starr places Shields in a side headlock. He then cinches in the hold tight. The ref asks Shields if he wants to give up. But Shields just waves him off. He then tries to shove Starr off of him and send him into the ropes. But it's to no avail. Shields then tries to push Starr off of him again, but no dice. Starr then brings Shields to the mat with a side headlock takedown. But Shields quickly reaches his legs up and applies a leg scissors headlock. The crowd cheers. The ref asks Starr if he wants to give up. But Starr refuses to quit. He then performs a kip up, escaping the hold.

Clement: Starr back up on...

As soon as Shields turns around and gets to his feet, Starr meets him with another side headlock. This time, Shields is able to shove Starr off of him and into the ropes. When Starr comes back, he knocks down Shields with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos as Starr dusts off his pec before running into the ropes. When Starr comes back, Shields rolls over onto his stomach. Starr hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. When Starr comes back, Shields pushes himself up to his feet and leap frogs over Starr. Starr continues to run into the ropes. When Starr comes back, Shields throws him down with a hip toss. The crowd cheers. When Starr gets up, Shields throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Starr gets up, Shields grabs him and delivers an arm wringer. He then applies a top wristlock. Starr can be seen wincing in pain. The ref asks Starr if he wants to give up. But Starr wags his index finger at him. He then quickly kicks Shields in the stomach, grabs him by the wrist and counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd boos as Starr continues to wring the arm.

Clement: Starr once again controlling the matchup.

Grayson: Shields thought he was finally starting to get something going the Superstarr. But Benny Starr is always a step ahead, especially against someone the likes of Shields.

Clement: You know, for someone who claims that they're such a star, we haven't seen much of Benny as of late.

Grayson: Oh, he knows. He and his throngs of fans are highly upset at the lack of respect and time he's been given on these shows. But you cannot cover a star that shines as brightly as Benny's. And once he defeats Shields tonight, it'll only be a matter of time until Mr. Hollywood soars up to the top of FGA, where he rightfully belongs.

After Starr delivers another arm wringer, Shields rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos once Starr reaches out and pokes him in the eyes, breaking the hold. He then grabs a hold of Shields and whips him into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Starr goes for a knife edge chop. But Shields ducks and runs into the ropes. When Shields comes back, he knocks down Starr with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Starr gets back up, but Shields knocks him down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. Once Starr gets up, Shields runs over and connects with another dropkick, sending Starr stumbling through the ropes and to the outside. The crowd cheers. As Starr gets up on the outside, Shields runs into the ropes. When Shields comes back, he connects with a pecado to the outside, knocking Starr down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a move to the outside! Shields knocks Starr down and the momentum may have finally swung in his favor!

Grayson: I don't know why Starr didn't target his leg from the get go. Fallon tried to take his ankle out the last time he was in the ring. Even if his ankle is now healed, you want to ground a man like Shields who can do a little bit of everything, especially bouncing and flying all over the place.

Shields gets up and begins to play to the crowd. After turning his attention back to Starr, he takes Starr and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Clement: Starr gets a count of two for our first near fall of the night.

Shields then brings Starr into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Starr blocks the move by putting his foot on the middle turnbuckle. After elbowing Shields in the midsection, Starr grabs him by the head and slams it into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Starr turns Shields around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then grabs a hold of Shields and whips him into the opposite corner. Starr charges into the corner, but Shields gives him an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After Starr shakes off the blow, he charges back into the corner. But again, he eats an elbow, sending him stumbling back. While Starr is stunned, Shields runs from out of the corner to attack him. But Starr counters with a big back body drop. The crowd boos. As Shields slowly turns around and gets up to his feet, Starr runs into the ropes. When Shields turns around, Starr takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd boos as Starr turns around and makes the cover.

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Shields gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Oh, so close.

Clement: Matt Shields, just getting his shoulder up in the nick of time.

Starr then picks up Shields, lifts him up from behind and delivers an atomic drop, followed by a russian leg sweep. Starr turns over and hooks the leg.

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Starr picks up Shields and delivers a vertical suplex. He turns over and hooks the leg.

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Shields gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Shields gets his shoulder up again.

Starr then picks up Shields and whips him into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Starr picks him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Shields gets his shoulder up. Starr runs his hand down his face in frustration.

Clement: Starr now getting a bit agitated that he can't keep this young man down.

Grayson: Shields has got some toughness to him. That soccer background has definitely hardened him a bit. But Starr can't get too frustrated. He's got to stay the course and keep on attacking. Don't let him up.

He then picks up Shields, throws him down with a scoop slam and then drags him into position. Starr then turns and points to the corner as the crowd boos. Starr heads into the corner, turns around, hoists himself up onto the bottom rope and connects with a jumping knee drop. Starr then gets up, heads into the corner, turns around, hoists himself up to the second turnbuckle and connects with a diving fist drop. The crowd boos. Starr then points to the top turnbuckle as he steps out onto the apron. The crowd boos.

Clement: Uh oh, this doesn't look good for Shields...

Grayson: But it's going to look so good for Starr. You could almost say it's... Picture Perfect.

Starr then begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off, going for the Picture Perfect Elbow. But Shields rolls out of the way, causing Starr to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers as Starr holds his arm.

Clement: And nobody's home! The high risk doesn't pay off as Shields rolls out of the way just in time.

Grayson: If he had hit it, it could have been over.

Cruz: Five minutes remaining....

As both men slowly get up, Shields runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he dives over a doubled over Starr, executing a sunset flip.

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Starr kicks out.

Clement: Onyl two...

As both men get up, Starr throws a right hand, but Shields blocks it and counters with one of his own. Starr throws another right hand but again, Shields blocks it and counters with one of his own. Shields then nails Starr with another right hand.... and another. He then grabs Starr by the wrist, wrings his arm and then drops him with the Corner Kick. The crowd cheers as Shields makes the cover.

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Starr gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Starr just barely gets his shoulder up!

Grayson: Man was that close.

Clement: He may have gotten that shoulder up, but that kick may have rattled him.

Shields picks up Starr and whips him into the ropes. When Starr comes back, Shields knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Starr gets back up, but Shields runs over and knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. Shields then picks up Starr and whips him into the ropes. When Starr comes back, Shields throws him down with a back body drop. He then points up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. So Shields obliges, stepping through the ropes and walking across the apron. After climbing up towards the top turnbuckle, Starr goes over, grabs Shields and throws him down off the top turnbuckle with a bodyslam. The crowd boos. Starr then points to the top turnbuckle before heading out onto the apron. The crowd boos.

Clement: The high risk didn't pay off for Shields, either. But I'm not so sure this is a wise move by Starr.

Grayson: He almost finished this match earlier. Now, he's not going to make the same mistake twice. He's putting this guy away for good...

Cruz: One minute left...

Starr begins to climb up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he crouches down and waits patiently for Shields to get up. Once Shields gets up and turns around, Starr stands up and leaps off, going for a high cross body block. But Shields connects in mid air with a dropkick, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What perfect timing by Shields, countering the flying cross body with a dropkick. Though we shouldn't be too surprised. A guy like Shields is used to jumping up and kicking objects out of the air.

After Starr rolls over towards the corner, he pulls himself up using the ropes and slowly turns around. Shields charges into the corner and connects with a corner splash. The crowd cheers. Shields then moves Starr out of the way, hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Starr and plants him with a tornado DDT. Shields says "it's over" as the crowd cheers.

Clement: This could be it! Matt Shields may be getting ready to finish this off!

Shields picks up Starr and scoops him up for the Michinoku Driver II. But Starr slips down from behind, turns around and brings Shields down with a backslide pin.

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Shields kicks out.

Both men get up, but Starr quickly rolls up Shields in a small package.

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Shields kicks out.

As both men get up, Starr nails Shields with a kick to the midsection. He then lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Shields slips down from behind and rolls up Starr with an O'Conner Roll.

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Starr kicks out. The momentum sends Shields into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Starr throws a clothesline. But Shields ducks and runs into the ropes. When Shields comes back, Starr goes for a knife edge chop. But again, Shields ducks and runs into the ropes. When Shields comes back, both he and Starr run towards each other and connect with a cross body block in mid air. The two bounce off each other and fall to the canvas. While both men are down, the bell sounds....

Grayson: What just happened?

Clement: I don't know...

After the referee goes to the outside and confers with the ring announcer, Manny Cruz grabs the mic and addresses the crowd.

Cruz: This contest has been declared a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

Boos and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as both Starr and Shields slowly make their way up to their feet.

Clement: Both of these men put on a fine contest here tonight. But they just couldn't get things done within the time limit.

Grayson: Fifteen minutes is just not enough for these two. I've got to hand it to Shields. He bounced back after the Fallon attack from three weeks ago. But with that being said, I still think Starr got the better of him tonight.

Clement: I highly disagr... Wait, what's this?

After walking towards each other and looking at one another, Starr slowly extends his hand for a handshake. Shields has a look of confusion on his face. He then points at Starr as he turns to the crowd for their approval. The crowd unanimously motions for Shields not to do it. But it doesn't matter as Shields takes the chance... and shakes Starr's hand.

Clement: How about that? Maybe Benny Starr isn't so bad after all...

The crowd cheers as Starr raises Shields arm in the air. But the cheers quickly turns back to boos as Starr spins Shields around and blasts him with the Starr Struck, knocking him down and presumably out cold.

Grayson: yep, you're right. He's not bad at all. He's great!

Clement: Oh come on! What the hell was that cheap shot for? He's better than that!

Grayson: Hey, that's what happens when you're young and dumb. Maybe if Shields wasn't so gullible, he wouldn't be on the mat counting the lights right now.

"Simply The Best" plays as Cerise escorts Benny up the aisle and to the back to boos from the crowd. Starr turns around and raises his arms in the air to continued boos from the crowd.....

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Coming this Summer

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Two Months Ago
Monroe Township, NJ

He then picks up Micky, grabs him from behind and tries to lift him up for the Fallon Driver. But he can't. So Fallon goes for another Fallon Driver attempt. But Micky blocks it and repeatedly elbows him across the back of the head. He then grabs a hold of Fallon and tries to whip him into the corner. But Fallon reverses, sending Micky into the corner. Fallon then charges into the corner and connects with the Fallon Kick. The crowd boos. While Micky is dazed, Fallon hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs a hold of Micky's arm and delivers a tornado single arm ddt to boos from the crowd. While Micky clutches his arm in pain, Fallon steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with a Shooting Star Press onto the arm. The crowd boos. But instead of going for the pin, Fallon quickly transitions into a Chimera. Micky can be heard groaning in pain while Fallon twists and jerks the arm. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Micky reluctantly nods his head to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner by submission, Sean Fallon!

"Still Dre" plays over the PA. But Fallon won't release the hold, continuing to keep it locked on to boos from the crowd. The bell repeatedly sounds while Micky can be heard groaning in pain. But Fallon wont let up. He's enjoying trying to injure Micky.

Clement: C'mon, Fallon, you won the match! Let go!

Grayson: I don't think he's done having fun yet.

The bell continue to ring as Fallon keeps the hold locked on to boos from the crowd. But the boos soon turn to cheers as Johnny Brave races down to the ring. He runs over to ringside, picks up the steel chair and slides into the ring. He then raises the chair over his head and runs towards Fallon. Fallon sees this, so he quickly lets go and rolls to the outside, just missing being hit with the chair. Brave repeatedly hits the canvas with the chair, begging for Fallon to get back into the ring. But Fallon just shoos him away with his hand before turning his back to him and walking up the aisle. The crowd starts a "Fallon Sucks" chant. But Fallon just responds by throwing up two fingers and making his way to the back....

Two Months Ago
New York City, NY

Fallon then picks up Bling and whips him into the ropes. When Bling comes back, Fallon connects with a Fallonator to the face, knocking him down. He then picks up Bling's leg, drags him into position and then steps through the ropes. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, Fallon flips off, connecting with the Shooting Star Press right across the arm. Fallon then grabs a hold of Bling's arm, keylocks it and applies the Chimera. Bling can be heard groaning in pain as Fallon cinches in the hold. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Bling reluctlantly nods his head as the ref calls for the bell.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SEAN FALLON!

"Still Drew" plays as Sean Fallon is announced as the winner. But Sean Fallon won't let go of the hold. The ref goes over and yells at Fallon to break the hold. But Fallon keeps the hold locked on. The ref then goes over and tries to pull Bling loose. But Fallon has the Chimera gripped on tight. Beth can be seen pleading for help on the outside as the bell repeatedly rings. The ref then waves down to the ring, presumably calling down for reinforcements. His fellow referees then jog down to the ring. After the other two get in, all three referees use all their might to pry Fallon off of Bling. Fallon then rolls to the outside. He storms over towards Manny Cruz. Cruz wisely gets up out of his chair and gets as far away from Fallon as he can. Fallon then turns around, grabs the chair that Cruz was sitting in and folds it up. After sliding into the ring, Fallon raises the chair, sending the refs scurrying away from him. Fallon then smirks as he lowers the chair..... only to swing it high above his head and then down hard across Bling's arm. The crowd boos as Bling clutches his arm in pain. After Fallon throws down the steel chair, he stands over Bling, leans over and throws up two fingers in his face to boos from the crowd. Fallon then stands up, hops through the ropes and lands on the outside. He makes his way around ringside and up the aisle as the refs attend to Baby Bling.....

Last Month
May 11

Fallon abruptly launches the chair he's sitting in back, and as it hurtles toppling toward the floor, he leaps up into the air, landing flat-footed on top of the library's work table with a loud clap of his soles against the wood, echoed by the chair striking the floor. Naturally, every eye in the library turns towards the disturbance. Their fingers at the ready to Shhh.

“HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR YET?!” Fallon screams into the camera, before glowering at every turned face in the room. The meek library patrons turn their gazes away, pretending absurdly not to notice.

“Apparently I have to ask because someone running the show in FGA hasn't gotten the message yet! I guess the FACT that two-thirds of the men I've faced thus far have had to quit this piss-hole promotion to go lick the wounds and tend the broken egos that I gave them. So long, Johnny “Tard-boy” Brave! So long, “Cry” Baby Bling! Good riddance! From the second that Sean Fallon set foot in FRONTIER, I've made my intentions known. I am here for the FGA Heavyweight championship. I am here because every other promotion would kill to have a man of my talents, but none of them have enough balls to take the risks involved. The risk that at any time I could break every bone in any man's body, just... like... that.”

Fallon snaps his fingers and finally hops down off the table. He grabs the sides of the camera and thrusts his face in close.

“But apparently that hasn't sunk in yet. Because for some reason, I'm not in the Main Event. AGAIN! Despite being the only undefeated wrestler in FRONTIER, despite being the most electric man in this promotion and despite being the only person in this company with any real talent, I'm still not Main Eventing. IN FACT, I'm not even the goddamn number one contender! I have to *share* that title with Micky freakin' O'Reilly. O'Reilly?! O'REALLY?! Didn't I snap that relapsing sack of human refuse's arm only a few weeks ago? Hasn't he crawled into a bottle and died yet?”

“I guess the FGA brass wants me to finish the job on pay-per-view. If you were ever wondering when the first televised public execution in American history was going to be the answer is June 1 at the Westchester County Center in White Plains, New York, at All-Star Showdown. Because if O'Reilly has killed enough brain cells by then to actually step into the ring with me again... he will NOT be stepping out.”

Last Month
Rahway, NJ

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.

Last Month
Rahway, NJ

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....

[FGA Office]

#1 Contenders Match
"The Slammer" Micky O'Reilly vs. Sean Fallon

Micky O'Reilly	Wrestler	Sean Fallon
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Middleweight
6'2"	Height	5'9"
240 lbs	Weight	189 lbs
Traveler	Hometown	Boston, Massachusetts
2008	Pro Debut	2011
Murphy's Law, Celtic Knot	Finisher	Fallon Driver, Shooting Star Press, Chimera

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Stab'n Kill, 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: And here is Sean Fallon, without a doubt the most bitter and vindictive person here in FGA...

Grayson: You say that as if he's out of line. You say that as if he isn't justified for feeling the way that he does. Sean Fallon has been slighted here since day one, despite the fact that he's the only undefeated man left on the FGA roster. And let's not forget to mention the fact that Fallon is arguably pound for pound the best wrestler in FGA right now. And yet the man has still yet to be given a main event match, giving him the proper respect that he deserves/

Clement: Fallon has to work his way up the ladder, just like everyone else. He feels slighted? Fine then. Prove yourself in the ring. But attacking people with steel chairs, trying to injure people, that's not the way to go about things.

Grayson: Well beating everyone in his path inside the ring hasn't gotten people's attention. So maybe taking out the flavors of the month will start making people in the office pay attention.

"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: And his opponent, now residing out of New Jersey.... Weighing in at 240 pounds.... He is "The Slammer" MICKY O'REILLY........

Micky then runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. The bell sounds as Micky gets up, runs over to Fallon and brings him down with a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Micky is wasting little time as he goes right after Fallon!

He then mounts himself on top of Fallon and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. Fallon tries to cover up, but some of the blows still penetrate. Micky then gets up from off of Fallon, only to repeatedly stomp away at his chest. The crowd cheers. Micky then reaches down, picks up Fallon by the hair, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. Micky then turns Fallon around and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, nearly knocking the wind out of Fallon. He then takes Fallon and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Micky charges into the corner and connects with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Fallon stumbles from out of the corner, Micky runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Micky comes back, he knocks down Fallon from behind with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as he turns Fallon over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Micky has absolutely taken it to Fallon in the early goings of this match.

Grayson: By tackling him down when Fallon wasn't even ready. Of course, this should come as no surprise, since Micky made his name here by attacking people from behind and when they weren't prepared.

Clement: You're actually going to cry foul for a guy like Fallon? A guy who has made it his mission to injure everyone he can until he gets a FGA title shot? Give me a break here....

Micky then picks up Fallon, only to nail him with a headbutt that sends him stumbling into the ropes. As Micky approaches him, Fallon throws out a kick. But Micky swats it down and counters with a forearm strike across the face. He then grabs a hold of Fallon and whips him into the ropes. Fallon hooks both of his arms over the top rope, stopping him in his tracks. He then drops down to the mat and rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What is this? Where is Mr. Tough Guy running to now?

Grayson: He's doing the smart thing and stopping the action. What do you want him to do, just stand there and continue to get hit in the face?

While Fallon is outside walking around the ring and taking a break, Micky storms across the ring, steps through the ropes and hops down to the outside. Once Fallon peeks behind him and sees Micky coming, Fallon takes off. Micky then does the same, chasing Fallon around the ring. Fallon then rolls himself back into the ring. He then runs into the ropes as Micky rolls himself back in. When Fallon comes back, he runs forward and goes for a cross body block. But Micky catches him in mid air and flings him over the top rope and to the floor with Over The Rainbow. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And down goes Fallon, flying over the top rope flying a rag doll. Micky just tossed him with ease.

Grayson: I bet you're just loving this. That man was just thrown from inside the ring and to the floor, where there's very little padding. Fallon could be hurt.

Clement: Well I'm sure Fallon didn't care about hurting Baby Bling when he attacking him with a steel chair. I bet he wasn't concerned about hurting Micky when he kept that Chimera hold locked on well after the match. And we know he wasn't concerned for Matt Shields when he tried to snap his ankle just three weeks ago.

On the outside, Fallon can be seen cringing in pain. But Micky doesn't feel sorry for him. Micky then steps through the ropes, hops down to the floor and delivers a stiff kick to the back. He then picks Fallon back up, slams his head onto the apron and shoves him back into the ring. After Micky rolls himself back in, he picks up Fallon and nails him with another headbutt, sending Fallon stumbling back into the corner. Micky makes his way over and unleashes a series of rights and lefts to the body. Once Fallon begins to cover up the midsection, Micky unleashes a series of elbow strikes to the head, followed by a series of knee strikes to the body. He then grabs a hold of Fallon and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Micky charges into the corner, but Fallon lifts his foot up just in time. As Micky stumbles back from the foot to the face, Fallon runs from out of the corner and connects with a lariat, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Clement: Fallon may have finally found an opening to get back into this thing. Because if he hadn't, I'm not sure he could have survived for much longer.

Grayson: You give Sean Fallon so little credit. He's still undefeated for a reason. There hasn't been a man, regardless of shape, size or strength, that could put him down. And Micky is going to have to do a hell of a lot more than that to keep a man as determined and talented as Fallon down.

Fallon picks up Micky, only to poke him in the eyes. The crowd boos. As a blinded Micky turns and stumbles around the ring, Fallon comes up from behind and rakes him down his back. Micky can be seen arching his back in pain. Fallon then places him in a side headlock, brings him over near the ropes and rakes his eyes along the top rope. Micky then stumbles over into the corner to boos from the crowd. The ref warns Fallon about the illegal moves. But Fallon pays him no mind. He heads over into the corner, turns Micky around and nails him with a punch to the midsection. He then nails Micky with another punch to the midsection... and another. Fallon then proceeds to mudhole stomp Micky down into the corner to boos from the crowd. Fallon then reaches down and gouges at Micky's eyes with both hands. The crowd boos as Fallon has an evil smirk on his face. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Fallon lets go. He then steps back, only to nail Micky with a knee strike to the face. The crowd boos. He then drags Micky from out of the corner by the legs and makes the cover.

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Clement: Sean Fallon, really beginning to work over Micky now.

Grayson: I bet you don't like that, though. It was fine when Micky was heabdutting Fallon, throwing Fallon all across the ring and to the outside.

Clement: But Micky wasn't gouging his eyes or doing any other illegal moves. I don't know who's worse, Fallon or Michael Tomkins?

Grayson: They've both one-upped Micky, I'll tell you that much.

Fallon picks up Micky and whips him into the ropes. When Micky comes back, Fallon nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Micky is doubled over, Fallon runs into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, he plants Micky with a swinging DDT. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Grayson: I thought that was three.

Clement: It was close. Fallon planted him right on his head with that DDT. Micky still seems a bit shaken up from it.

Fallon picks up Micky, grabs a hold of him and goes for a vertical suplex, but Micky blocks it. So Fallon tries for another vertical suplex but again, Micky blocks it. Micky then lifts up Fallon, turns and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. The crowd cheers as Fallon hangs over the top rope. Micky then steps back, only to run forward and nail Fallon with a high knee lift to the face, knocking him off the top rope and down onto the apron. The crowd cheers. As Fallon reaches over the top rope to pick up Fallon, Fallon grabs Micky by the back of the neck with both hands and drops down, guillotining him across the top rope to boos from the crowd. As Micky stumbles back holding his throat in pain, Fallon climbs back up onto the apron, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying front dropkick, sending Micky stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. Fallon then slowly gets up and crouches down, waiting patiently for Micky to get up on the outside.

Clement: What's he waiting for? What does he have planned?

Grayson: Whatever it is, it's not good for Micky...

As Micky begins to get up on the outside, Fallon runs into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, he charges forward and connects with a Tope Con Helo through the ropes, knocking Micky down to boos from the crowd. On the outside, Fallon sits up and looks over, admiring his work as the crowd continues to boo. After getting up to his feet, Fallon picks up Micky, rolls him back into the ring and then rolls himself back in. He makes the cover.

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Micky kicks out to cheers from the crowd. Frustrated, Fallon then mounts himself on top of Micky and hammers away with right hands to the face. The crowd boos. He then gets up off of Micky and delivers a stomp to the face. The crowd boos.

Clement: Sean Fallon has begun to snap before our very eyes.

Grayson: You act like that's a good thing, as if that's going to take Fallon off his game. Did you not see what happened to Matt Shields three weeks ago? If it wasn't for Micky coming to the rescure, Shields would have a cast on his foot right now.

Fallon then picks up Micky, only to snapmare him over and apply a buffalo armlock. Fallon pulls back on the arm as Micky can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Micky if he wants to give up. But Micky refuses to quit. So Fallon pulls back on the arm, increasing the pressure. Micky can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks Micky if he wants to give up. But again, Micky refuses to quit. While Micky is caught in the submission, the crowd begins to rally behind him by chanting his name....

Crowd: MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! …......

Clement: This hot crowd has begun to get behind Micky O'Reilly.

Grayson: So what? There chants can't save him. He's all in that ring by himself.

Micky begins to feed off the energy of the crowd. He slowly turns over onto his knees before getting up to his feet. He begins to nail Fallon repeatedly in the face using his free arm. Once Fallon lets go, Micky runs into the ropes. When Micky comes back, Fallon goes to nail him with a roaring elbow. But Micky blocks the move by raising his forearms. He then counters by knocking Fallon down with a european uppercut to cheers from the crowd. As Fallon gets up, Micky grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky knocks him down with a big boot to the face. The crowd cheers. Micky then goes over to Fallon, picks him up and whips him into the corner. Micky charges into the corner and goes for a European Uppercut. But Fallon moves out of the way, causing Micky's arm to collide with the turnbuckle. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Woah, that'll hurt!

Clement: Micky O'Reilly just collided with that turnbuckle. You saw all the speed he had behind him. He may have seriously hurt his arm there.

As Micky stumbles back and turns around, Fallon runs up and takes him down with a single arm DDT. The crowd boos as Micky clutches his arm in pain. Fallon gets up and immediately puts the boots to the arm. Micky tries to cover up the damaged arm using his good arm. But Fallon just kicks the arm away. He then drops down to one knee and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face to boos from the crowd. Fallon then picks up Micky and whips him into the ropes. When Micky comes back, Fallon takes him down with a drop toe hold. He then rolls across Micky's applies and applies a grounded hammerlock. The crowd boos as Micky can be seen seething in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Micky shakes his head from side to side. So Fallon jerks the arm, increasing the pressure of the hold. Micky can be heard groaning in pain.

Clement: Sean Fallon, picking up right where he left off in his last match with Micky.

Grayson: Why wouldn't he? It's a smart startegy. Micky already has an issue with one of his arms before his match with Fallon. He knows that by going after that arm, Micky can't fling him and throw him all around. But more important, if that arm is severely hurt, then he can't lift him up for that Murphy's Law.

The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Micky refuses to quit. So Fallon delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. The crowd boos as Micky groans in pain. Fallon chuckles while Micky is writhing in pain. Fallon then delivers another handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. The crowd boos as Fallon reapplies the hammerlock. The ref asks Micky if he wants to give up. But once again, Micky refuses to quit. Frustrated, Fallon breaks the hold, only to get to his feet and deliver a jumping stomp to the arm.

Fallon then heads into the corner, grabs the top turnbuckle pad and rips it off, exposing the steel turnbuckle underneath. He then grabs the middle turnbuckle pad and rips it too, too.

Clement: What is Sean Fallon doing? What in the world if he up to?

Grayson: Looks like he's doing a bit of remodeling to me.

The ref warns Fallon. But Fallon raises the back of his hand to the ref, sending the ref scurrying away. The crowd boos as Fallon looks the ref up and down and smirks. He then heads back over to Micky. As he picks Micky up, Micky nails him with a series of punches to the midsection using his good arm. But Fallon stops his momentum with a rake across the eyes. The crowd boos. He then picks Micky back up, hammerlocks his arm from the side and runs towards the corner.

Clement: Oh no. Oh NO NO NO!

Fallon tries to throw Micky shoulder-first into the exposing turnbuckles. But Micky puts his arms out and grabs the top rope, stopping the attack. Micky then quickly stands up and nails Fallon with a flurry of right hands to the face. The crowd cheers. He then grabs Fallon, brings him away from the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky bends over to set up a back body drop. But Fallon counters by delivering a kick to the left shoulder. Micky quickly stands up and grabs the shoulder in pain to boos from the crowd. While Micky is stunned, Fallon runs back into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky nails him with a european uppercut with his good arm, sending Fallon stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. The crowd cheers. As Fallon slowly begins to pull himself up using the ropes, Micky runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Micky comes back, he charges forward, dives through the ropes and nails Fallon with The Drunk Tank, spearing him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd responds with a monster pop.

Clement: DOWN GOES FALLON!

Grayson: Wow...

Clement: Micky just dove through the ropes and speared Fallon off the apron!

Both men go down hard as the crowd continues to chant for Micky.

Crowd: MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! …......

Fallon is laid out on his back while Micky lays on top of him. Both men continue to stay down. After checking on both men from the ring, the ref starts his count.

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Clement: I still can't believe that move by Micky.

Grayson: It was a great move. But look, both of them are still down. I don't think they've even moved an inch.


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Micky slowly turns over, rolling off of Fallon. He immediately grabs his left arm, which it appears that he landed on.

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Fallon begins to roll over, slowly grabbing the back of his head in pain.

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The ref turns and calls for the bell. The crowd boos as both men are still on the ground and in pain.

Cruz: Due to both wrestlers failing to return to the ring to answer the ten count, the referee has ruled this match.... a DOUBLE COUTN OUT!

The crowd boos as the ref goes to the outside to check on both men.

Grayson: What the hell? A Double Count Out? If that's the case, who is the number one contender then? Is it Micky? Is it Fallon? Neither of them?

Clement: Who cares about a damn contendership? These two may be seriously hurt right now!

Micky sits up and continues to favor his left arm. While the ref continues to check on Micky, Fallon slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. After shaking out the cobwebs, Fallon looks around and begins to realize what just happened. Enraged, he goes over, grabs the ref and throws him to the side. The crowd boos as Fallon then kicks Micky in the head, knocking him over on the floor. He then begins to stomp away on Micky.

Clement: Oh come the hell on Fallon! What the hell is your problem?

Grayson: He realizes that he was just screwed out of the #1 contendership. If I were him, I'd be irate, too.

Fallon picks up Micky, hammerlocks the left arm, runs forward and rams Micky shoulder-first into the ring post. Micky goes down, clutching his shoulder in pain. The crowd boos as Fallon goes over and repeatedly stomps away at the arm. T

Clement: Dammit, Fallon, enough's enough!

Grayson: I'm sure he disagrees...

The bell repeatedly sounds. Fallon notices the bell, so he storms over across ringside. He grabs Manny Cruz by his shirt collar and throws him down to the side. He then punches the time keeper in the face, knocking him out in his chair. Fallon then swipes up the ring bell to boos from the crowd. As Micky slowly pulls himself up using the barricade, Fallon runs over and rams the ring bell into his shoulder, knocking Micky down to boos from the crowd. Fallon then places the bell across Micky's shoulder and then delivers a jumping stomp onto the bell. Micky can be heard groaning in pain as the crowd responds with tremendous heel heat.

Grayson: Oh.... okay Fallon, I think that's enough.

Clement: Oh, NOW it's enough!? It's been enough! Someone needs to get out here and put a stop to this madness!

Fallon then picks up Micky and rolls him back into the ring. After Fallon slides back into the ring, he kneels down and locks on the Chimera. Fallon repeatedly jerks the arm, trying to rip it from out of it's socket. The crowd responds with tremendous heel heat as Fallon keeps the Chimera locked on. FGA officials and backstage personnel make their way into the ring. Once they're in the ring, they physically pry Fallon off of Micky. The crowd continues to rain down boos on Fallon as FGA officials and backstage personnel escort him out of the ring, up the aisle and to the back.

Clement: Finally! Get him the hell out of here!

Grayson: Micky doesn't look to hot, Kevin. That arm may be seriously hurt....

Back in the ring, FGA referees race down to the ring to check on Micky O'Reilly. The three officials slowly help Micky up to his feet. The crowd applauds Micky as he asks not to be touched. Micky cradles his left arm as he gingerly walks around the ring to cheers from the crowd.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

((Justice Young is standing by with Chandler Scott in front of the FGA backdrop.))

Justice: With me right now is Chandler Scott. Chandler, it wasn't all that long ago when you were attacked from behind on two separate occasions. This individual, who you've said that you have history with, said that he was going to reveal himself to FGA on the next show. So, where is he?

(Chandler smirks)

Chandler: Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? That's a good question, Justice. Do you want to know where he is? Do you? The little hoodlum is somewhere hiding. For the first time in his pathetic life, this little sorry piece of ghetto trash decided that it'd be best that he stayed away. He actually paid heed to the words of the Harvard elite, something that you all should have done a long time ago. See Justice, I told you and the rest of Frontier that if that man ever as much showed up to another FGA event, that it would be the last time he would do such a thing. I promised you all that if he showed up again, Preston and I would finish the job that we started out west. And after running over all the scenarios in his little pea-sized brain, this man finally decided that enough's enough. He didn't want to be embarrassed anymore. He didn't want to be humiliated anymore. Simply put, he didn't want to be dragged through the streets by The Harvard Connection anymore. Because believe me, that's exactly what would have happened had he showed up here tonight. Some would say you have no guts. Others would say you're scared. I say that by no showing this little event here tonight, you did yourself a favor. And now, you'll be able to walk with full use of your legs for the rest of your life. Congratulations on a job well done.

(Chandler cackles as he gives a golf clap. Justice is not amused.)

Chandler: But enough about him. Let's turn to this main event picture, shall we? Blaine Harrison or Mike Tomkins? Metal Heart or The Rogue? I don't know and frankly, I don't care. Tomkins, you complained about having to wait for Jacques Mercier and Preston Blake to get their title shots before you? Well what about me? I've been waiting pretty damn long myself. If you ask me, there shouldn't have even been a number one contenders match here tonight. Because it's plain to see that the only man worthy of challenging for that championship.... is a HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARVARD man! I earned my three victories. I got myself in championship contention. And since that Irish drunkard and General Smart Alec #99 couldn't get the job done, I guess that makes me the default number one contender. And honestly, I'd rather have it no other way. So Blaine, Tomkins, go out there and break a leg. No, seriously, go out there and break each others legs. Go out there and literally knock each others lights out. It'll make things that much easier for me when I take that championship from you. But don't you worry and don't you fret. See, once I become champion.... and I will... the filth you calls fans will finally get a champion that they truly deserve.

Because anything less would be... uncivilized.

((Chandler snickers as he makes his way out of the frame. Justice just turns and shakes his head in disgust at him.))

[FGA Office]

Three Months Ago
Huntington, WV

Tomkins then goes to pick up Blaine, but Blaine falls back to the canvas. Tomkins picks him up but again, Blaine falls back to the canvas. As Tomkins goes to pick up Blaine a third time, Blaine quickly rolls him up in a small package to cheers from the crowd. 1.............................2.................... Tomkins kicks out. As both men get up, Tomkins runs over and knocks him down with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then goes over, picks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Blaine stops himself in time and kicks Tomkins square in the face, sending him standing upright in a dazed state. Blaine then bounces back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a pump kick to the face, knocking Tomkins down to cheers from the crowd. Blaine then struggles to get back up to his feet. Once he does, he stumbles over into the ropes. Meanwhile, Tomkins can be seen slowly getting back up on one knee. As Tomkins slowly stands up, Blaine runs over and knocks him down with a standing enziguiri. The crowd cheers. He then slowly picks up Tomkins and whips him into the corner. Blaine then charges into the corner and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins falls down from out of the corner as Blaine struggles to pull himself up using the ropes. He then picks up Tomkins, lifts him up and delivers the Metal Heart Suplex (jackhammer version) to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg. 1..................................2...........................3.

Cruz: Here is your winner.............. and NEEEEEEEEEEEW Frontier Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

"Let's See Action" plays as the ref hands Blaine the FGA Championship. He drops down to his knees and hugs the championship belt.

Grayson: I can't believe it.

Clement: Neither can I. But he's done it! Blaine's done it! He's dethroned Michael Tomkins! He's ended the streak! And he's become the new FGA Heavyweight Champion!

Blaine then stands back up and kisses the belt before raising it in the air to cheers from the crowd. He then heads into the corner, climbs up onto the turnbuckle and raises the belt over his head to cheers from the crowd.....

Three Months Ago
Willimasport, PA

Blaine: Thank you. It's been one hell of a week since I defeated Michael Tomkins for this title belt right here. People flocked around me backstage and asked me how it felt to be the new champion. I left the arena and people came up to me on the street and asked me how did I manage to defeat 'The Rogue'. I'm sat at my computer and they tweet me, they leave messages on my Facebook fan page congratulating me and asking me - how did you do that, Blaine? How did you end his seven match undefeated streak? How does it feel--how happy are you to be the new champ?

(Harrison pauses for a second. Okay, maybe four seconds.)

Blaine: I'll tell you what, last week, Michael Tomkins provided me with the toughest match I've ever wrestled! Period. He brought his a-game and we all know that Tomkins is one of the best pro wrestlers around today. There were times last week--like when he dropped me spine first across the ring apron, like when he executed Epica--that I didn't think I could pull through. But I'll tell you all right now how I managed to do the unthinkable ... Last week, I dug deeper than I thought I could. I fought with more heart than I knew I had. I had the warrior's spirit, the never-say-die attitude, the can-do thoughts that you need to 'the man'. I mean, to be the man you have to beat the man and this title belt right here says one thing ... I'm 'the man'.

Two Months Ago
Monroe Township, NJ

(( The scene cuts back to the locker room where Justice Young is standing with Michael Tomkins who is dressed ready for his match. ))

Young: I’m standing here with former FGA Heavyweight Champion, Michael Tomkins. You took quite a lot of punishment at the Super…

(Tomkins interrupts Justice, not letting him finish...)

Michael Tomkins: Shut your mouth for a second Justice. We will set aside everything that has happened over the past few weeks. Yesterday doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all about today. Today Michael Tomkins realizes that the FGA seems to have put him to the side for a bit. This show was all about me and now I have been forgotten about. Well, that’s going to change. Tonight! This show will be about me. I will make an impact so that my name is once again at the tip of everyone’s tongues. You’ll see.

Two Months Ago
Monroe Township, NJ

Blaine then picks up Jacques, brings him over near the ropes, lifts him up and plants him with the Metal Heart Suplex (brainbuster version) to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.
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Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL Frontier Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

"Let's See Action" plays as Blaine gets up and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. The ref then hands him the Heavyweight Championship belt. He then raises Blaine's arm in the air to a monster pop from the crowd.

Grayson: So much for the renaissance, eh Jacques?

Clement: Jacques is a fine competitor. But he clearly wasn't readyfor Blaine and couldn't keep up with him tonight. And with that, Blaine has successfully defending his Heavyweight Championship. But who's ne.... wait just a minute.....

“Getting Away With Murder” by Papa Roach hits and Michael Tomkins appears at the top of the entrance ramp. He walks briskly towards the ring, eyeing up Blaine Harrison, who looks right at him as he grips his championship belt. Tomkins rolls into the ring and walks straight up to Blaine, meeting his eye. Both men stare each other down, with the whole crowd shocked into silence. Jacques Mercier turns around to see what is going on to provoke such a reaction from the crowd. Michael Tomkins sees him, so he turns and nails Jacques with A Taste of Greatness, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. He then turns back to Blaine, smirks and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos as Tomkins walks back up the ramp to “Getting Away With Murder.”

Clement: What was that for?

Grayson: I think he's sending Mr. Harrison a message. And maybe it's just me, but I think Blaine has just found his next challenger for the Frontier Heavyweight Championship.....

Two Months Ago
New York City, NY

((The camera shoots to outside of the arena where a black Dodge Charger pulls to a stop. The engine cuts off and the driver's side door opens. Michael Tomkins emerges from the car in a brand new Armani suit. He quickly checks himself before approaching the camera.))

Tomkins: You know, I am insulted. I busted my ass to make this company what it is. I worked every show, collecting wins. As Blaine Harrison rightly said; I was the man. Scratch that! I am the man. Suddenly, two losses and things have changed? That's Bullshit! Blaine, wherever you are, you will hear me, and you will listen. I'm going to take it all back. My top spot. My main event status. My Championship. Quote me on that. Sooner or later we will face. Until that day comes, I will make my point loud and clear. Who ever makes the decisions around here better give me my damn title shot! Or else I can't be held accountable for what I do.

Two Months Ago
New York City, NY

As Chandler climbs back up onto the apron, Micky runs over and knocks him off with a big boot to the face. The crowd cheers. Meanwhile, Blaine picks up Preston, brings him over near the ropes, lifts him up and delivers the Metal Heart Suplex (jackhammer version) to cheers from the crowd. Blaine hooks the leg.

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Cruz: Here are your winners, MICKY O'REILLY and BLAINE HARRISON!

"Let's See Action" plays as Blaine gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. Blaine is then handed back his Title as Micky O'Reilly stares a hole into his back. Suddenly, from behind him, Michael Tomkins hops over the barricade and rolls into the ring. O'Reilly turns to see what the cause of the startled crowd response is, only to be tossed out of the ring where he lands hard. Blaine Harrison turns around to receive "A Taste of Greatness," causing him to drop the belt. Tomkins stands over Blaine with a twisted smile crossing over his face. The crowd rains boos down upon Tomkins, but he can do nothing but smile. He reaches down to pick Blaine up, only to hit "the Finishing Touch." Tomkins then picks up the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt and rests it over his own shoulder. Looking over to Cruz, he demands a microphone, which he snatches from Cruz harshly.

Tomkins: Get used to this, Blaine. Every week that goes by without me getting my match with you will result in your night not ending on a high. I want my three seconds. That's not a lot to ask.

With that, he throws the mic at Blaine to a loud chorus of boos. Tomkins smiles, before laying the belt across Blaine as Papa Roach hits the speakers and the FGA logo appears in the bottom left hand corner of the screen......

Last Month
Rahway, NJ

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...

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Tomkins: 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.

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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....

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
FGA Heavyweight Championship Match
(c) "Metal Heart" Blaine Harrison vs. "The Rogue" Michael Tomkins

(c) Blaine Harrison	Wrestler	Michael Tomkins
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'1"	Height	6'2"
216 lbs	Weight	225 lbs
Akron, Ohio	Hometown	London, England
2006	Pro Debut	2012
Metal Heart Suplex, Don't Hold Back	Finisher	The Defector, A Taste of Greatness, The Finishing Touch

"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights around the entrance go out. When they come up, Michael Tomkins stands still wearing his black leather jacket with the words "3 Seconds" embroided on the back. Looking from left to right, an arrogant smile crosses his face in reception to the crowd's boos. He milks in the negative response, before heading down to the ring.

Clement: Alright, here we go! It's main event time, ladies and gentlemen! Coming down to the ring right now is the challenger, Michael Tomkins, who is looking to reclaim his crown here tonight.

Grayson: It wasn't that long ago that Tomkins had it all. The undefeated streak. The support of the fans. And most important, the FGA Heavyweight Championship. But Blaine took nearly all of that away. Tomkins doesn't need his undefeated streak. He doesn't want the support of the fans back. What he wants is what's rightfully his - the FGA Heavyweight Championship.

Timmy Brown then appears from behind the curtain, to an even more intense chorus of boos which he ignores, heading briskly to the ring. Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising one arm, holding up three fingers. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

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.

Clement: And here is the current FGA Heavyweight Champion, Blaine Harrison! Blaine has been on quite the streak of his own. I can't even recall the last time he even lost a match.

Grayson: He may not have lost many matches recently. But he's certainly lost a lot of battles. Nearly every time that he and Tomkins were in the same ring, Tomkins left him laying on the ground. Tonight will be no different.

Clement: Alright, both of our wrestlers are in the ring. Now let's send it down to the ring where Manny Cruz is standing by to give the ring introductions...

(The bell sounds)

Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. And it is for the FGA Heavyweight Championship!

(Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd)

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From London, England.... Weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the "Chase for the Crown" tournament winner and a former FGA Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, he is "The Rogue" MICHAEL TOMKINS!

(The crowd responds with tremendous heel heat while Timmy pats Tomkins on the back.)

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

(The crowd responds with a monster pop as Blaine raises his championship belt in the air. He then looks down at the belt and kisses it before handing the belt over to the ref. The ref then takes the belt, walks over to Tomkins and shows it to him. He then walks towards the center of the ring and raises the belt high for the fans to see. The crowd cheers. The ref then hands the belt off to Manny Cruz on the outside and calls for the bell.)

Clement: Alright, and this match is now underway....

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. After staring each other down, Tomkins begins to trash talk Blaine. But Blaine just stands there, staring a hole right through Tomkins. Tomkins continues to run his mouth as he begins to point his finger on Blaine's chest. Offended, Blaine smacks Tomkins' hand away from him. But Tomkins points his finger right back on Blaine's chest. Again, Blaine swats the hand away from him. This time, Tomkins puts his hand in Blaine's face. Blaine swats the hand away. But Tomkins comes right back with a cheap shot to the face, knocking Blaine down to boos from the crowd. He quickly picks up Blaine, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Tomkins then turns Blaine around and chokes him with both hands. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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Tomkins lets go. He then unleashes a series of knee strikes to the midsection. Tomkins then unleashes a flurry of right hands that slowly sends Blaine slumping down in the corner. After delivering a series of stomps to the chest, Tomkins chokes Blaine using his foot. He pulls down on the top rope for leverage as the crowd boos. Again, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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Tomkins breaks the hold. He then walks away from the corner as he turns his attention to the fans. He mocks the fans as they continue to boo him.

Clement: Michael Tomkins has dominated this match thus far after nailing Blaine with that cheap shot to the face. But this is what he doesn't need to be doing. Mocking the fans won't win him that belt back. Beating Blaine will. He should be his sole focus right now...

As Tomkins turns and makes his way back into the corner, Blaine quickly reaches up, grabs the top ropes and pulls himself up. After delivering a toe kick to the midsection, Blaine takes Tomkins and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. He then unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Blaine then takes Tomkins and whips him into the corner. Blaine charges into the corner, but Tomkins counters with a back body drop, sending Blaine over the top rope.

Grayson: There goes Blaine!

However, Blaine lands safely on his feet on the floor. He then reaches back into the ring, grabs Tomkins by his ankles and yanks him down face-first to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Blaine drags Tomkins to the outside and delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck. He then grabs a hold of Tomkins and whips him hard into the barricade. Blaine charges over and connects with a running clothesline, sending Tomkins over the barricade and into the front row. The crowd cheers at Blaine's outburst of offense. Timmy Brown can be seen creeping around the ring post and making his way over to Blaine. But once glance from Blaine sends Timmy quickly walking backwards with his hands in the air.

Clement: That's right, Blaine. Keep your eye out for him.

Grayson: What are you doing, coaching him now?

Clement: We both know that Timmy has a tendency to get himself involved in Tomkins' mathes. And I think everyone, including Blaine, knows that it'll only be a matter of time until Timmy tries some stunt here tonight.

He then turns back to Tomkins, who can be seen slowly pulling himself up using the barricade. After nailing Tomkins with a right hand to the face, Blaine grabs a hold of him and suplexes him over the barricade and back to ringside. The crowd cheers as Tomkins arches his back in pain. Blaine then picks up Tomkins, rolls him back into the ring, and then pulls him back out so that his upper body rests on the ring apron. After delivering a clubbing shot to the chest, Blaine points to the top rope. The crowd cheers. So Blaine obliges, making his way around the ring post and climbing up to apron.

Clement: Uh oh, this match could be over quick. Blaine's going up top!

He then begins climbing the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd. Just as Blaine makes his way to the top, Tomkins rolls into the ring to boos from the crowd. But once Tomkins gets up and turns around, Blaine leaps off the top rope and connects with a flying cross body block. The crowd cheers while he hooks the leg.

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Clement: Only two....

Blaine picks up Tomkins and whips him into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Blaine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Tomkins counters with a high knee lift that knocks him down. The crowd boos. Tomkins then picks up Blaine, executes a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. Tomkins then unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection before nailing Blaine with an uppercut. He adds insult to injury by slapping Blaine across the face. But Blaine responds with a slap of his own. The crowd cheers. Tomkins comes right back with a hard slap across the face. The impact from the slap can be heard throughout the arena. But Blaine answers back with a slap of his own, sending Tomkins turning away from the corner. As Blaine makes his way from out of the corner, Tomkins stops him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a jawbreaker across the shoulder that knocks him down. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Clement: This match has been pretty even thus far. Both men taking each others shots and coming right back with shots of their own. Neither man has been able to sustain an advantage for any length of time.

Grayson: That's because both of these men are nearly even. It's just that Tomkins is just THAT much better...

Tomkins picks him up and wrings his arm. The crowd boos as Tomkins can be seen talking trash to Blaine. Tomkins wrings the arm again.... and again... and again. Tomkins then performs yet another arm wringer. Blaine then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and throws Tomkins down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Tomkins gets back up, but Blaine throws him down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up, Blaine grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Blaine goes for a hip toss. But Tomkins steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But Blaine blocks it and counters by throwing him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up, Blaine runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Tomkins gets up, but Blaine runs over and knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up, Blaine runs over and goes for another clothesline. But Tomkins ducks, sending Blaine running into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins steps to the side, grabs Blaine by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope. Tomkins turns and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Blaine can be seen clinging to the top rope with both hands.

Clement: Blaine now, holding onto that top rope for dear life...

Once Tomkins sees this, he runs over to the ropes and goes to connect with a baseball slide. But Blaine "skins the cat", pulling himself over the top rope and back into the ring as Tomkins slides to the outside. The crowd cheers. Once Tomkins sees what just happened, he quickly climbs up onto the apron. But Blaine meets him with a standing dropkick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And down goes Tomkins. Blaine has been one step ahead of him all night.

Grayson: He's just been lucky, that's all.

Clement: Keep telling yourself that.

As Tomkins slowly gets up on the outside, Blaine runs into the corner. He then slingshots himself up onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks Tomkins down with a flying clothesline. The crowd cheers.

Crowd: BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! ….......

After Blaine gets up, he picks up Tomkins and rolls him back into the ring. Blaine then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Clement: I thought that may have been it.

Grayson: Nope. Tomkins, being the great wrestler that he is, knew exactly where he was in the ring.

Blaine then picks up Tomkins and whips him into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Blaine goes for a Lou Thesz Press. But Tomkins catches him in mid air and counters with an inverted atomic drop. The crowd boos. While Blaine is doubled over, Tomkins bounces back into the ropes. When he comes back, he plants Blaine with a jumping swinging DDT. The crowd boos. Tomkins makes the cover.

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Clement: Only two!

Tomkins picks up Blaine, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back that can be heard throughout the arena. Blaine can be seen arching his back in pain. Tomkins grabs him by the head, picks him back up, snapmares him over and delivers another stiff kick to the back. Blaine can be seen clinching his fists while he cringes in pain. Tomkins then picks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Blaine gets his shoulder up. Angered, Tomkins sits Blaine up and delivers series soccer kicks to the back until Blaine slumps over on the mat. The crowd boos.

Clement: Tomkins now getting a little frustrated that he can't put Blaine away.

After walking around the ring to blow off some steam, he heads back over to Blaine and delivers a stomp to the back. He then reaches down, pulls up Blaine by the head and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then picks Blaine back up and throws him down with another scoop slam. Tomkins then picks up Blaine, turns him around and shoves him hard into the ropes. After Blaine bounces back from off the ropes, Tomkins nails him with a forearm shot to the back, dropping Blaine to his knees in pain. Tomkins then picks him back up from behind and delivers a high angle backdrop. Blaine can be seen holding his back in pain while the crowd boos. Tomkins goes over, turns Blaine over and makes the cover.

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Blaine gets his shoulder up. Tomkins looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers.

Grayson: That was three, ref.

Clement: It was not. Tomkins keeps working over that back in an attempt to wear down Blaine. But Blaine will not stay down. There is no quit in "Metal Heart".

He then picks up Blaine and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs a hold of Blaine and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Blaine stumbles back, Tomkins grabs him from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But Blaine backflips over Tomkins, lands on his feet and runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos. Tomkins says "that's it!" before rolling across Blaine and hooking the leg.

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Blaine gets his shoulder up. Tomkins quickly turns over and looks at the ref in shock. Meanwhile, Timmy Brown can be seen slapping the canvas in anger and telling the ref to count faster.

Grayson: I thought that was it!

Clement: It was close!

Tomkins then picks up Blaine, snapmares him over and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Blaine if he wants to give up. But Blaine wags his index finger on him. So Tomkins jerks back, increasing the pressure. Blaine can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Blaine again if he wants to give up. But Blaine refuses to quit. So Tomkins jerks back again, causing Blaine to moan in pain. The crowd begins to clap their hands and chant Blaine's name....

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

Blaine begins to shake his fists, feeding off the energy of the crowd. He slowly turns over onto his knees. Timmy can be seen turning to the crowd and telling them to shut up. Blaine then gets up on one foot. After a few seconds, he slowly gets up on both feet. Tomkins can be seen shaking his head in disbelief. Blaine then nails Tomkins with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. While Tomkins is doubled over, Blaine runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins nails him with a knee to the midsection, sending Blaine flipping over the knee and down to the canvas. The crowd boos. Tomkins then quickly picks up Blaine and delivers a gutwrench suplex. Timmy can be seen slapping the canvas and telling Tomkins to finish it. Tomkins nods his head in agreeance. Tomkins then steps through the ropes and walks across the apron. He stops at the ring post and raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd. He then begins to slowly climb the turnbuckles. Once Tomkins has one foot on the top rope, Blaine runs into the corner, runs up onto the second turnbuckle and connects with a step-up enzguri, sending Tomkins flipping off the turnbuckles and down to the floor back-first. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh my God!

Clement: Tomkins was just kicked off the top rope and was sent crashing down to the floor! My goodness!

With Blaine down in the ring and with Tomkins down on the outside, the ref starts his count.

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Timmy Brown then climbs up onto the apron, gaining the ref's attention and, in turn, sopping the count. The crowd boos as the ref argues with Timmy Brown.

Clement: Dammit, someone needs to ban this man permamnently from the arena. He doesn't wrestle. All he does if stick his nose in business that it doesn't belong. Ref, throw him out!

Grayson: Don't you see what he's doing? He's trying to get the ref to check up on Tomkins/

Clement: No, what he's doing is trying to desperately buy time for Tomkins.

Blaine gets up on his knees and sees that Timmy has once again stock his nose in other people's business. So Blaine slaps the canvas in frustration before getting up to his feet. Blaine then storms across the ring, moves the ref out of the way and nails Timmy with a right hand to the face. The crowd cheers. He then grabs Timmy by the collar of his shirt with both hands and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. The crowd cheers.

Clement: There you go, Blaine!

Grayson: This isn't fair! Timmy isn't even an active wrestler!

Clement: Even all the more reason to throw him out!

Timmy slowly gets up and pleads for forgiveness. But Blaine is having none of it. After a toe kick to the midsection, Blaine takes Timmy and whips him into the ropes. When Timmy comes back, Blaine nails him with a pump kick to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Blaine may have just send Timmy's face back into the fifth row! What a kick!

Blaine then begins to kick Timmy until Timmy is kicked under the bottom rope and back to the outside. After Blaine backs up and turns around, Tomkins throws him down with an STO. The crowd boos. He makes the cover.

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Grayson: How did he kick out!?

He then picks up Blaine and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Blaine around, Tomkins goes to irish whip him into the opposite corner. But Blaine reverses, sending Tomkins into the corner. Tomkins cringes in pain. Blaine then runs into the corner and connects with a discus clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then grabs Tomkins and whips him back into the previous corner. Again, Tomkins cringes in pain. Blaine runs into the corner and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest. The crowd cheers as Tomkins falls face-first out of the corner. Blaine then picks up Tomkins and whips him into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Blaine goes for a pump kick. But Tomkins catches his foot and counters with a leg sweep. The crowd boos. Tomkins then picks up Blaine, hoists him up and throws him down with The Defector. The crowd boos. Tomkins makes the cover.

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Grayson: What the?

Clement: He kicked out of The Defector! I've never seen anyone do that!

Grayson: Me neither!

Suddenly, Jessica can be seen jogging down to the ring. She runs around ringside and checks on her uncle, who stills seems to be out of it. Jessica then gets up and begins shouting at the ref.

Clement: Who the heck is this?

Grayson: You don't recognize her? That's Tomkins' girlfriend and Timmy's neice. Clearly she's out here to check up on her poor uncle.

Clement: Like hell she is.....

Back in the ring, Tomkins gets up and waits impatiently for Blaine to get up. Once Blaine pulls himself up using the ropes and turns around, Tomkins goes for A Taste of Greatness. But Blaine ducks. When Tomkins turns around, Blaine brings him down with a drop toe hold. Blaine then quickly transitions himself across Tomkins' back and applies the Don't Hold Back Submission. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Don't Hold Back! He's got his patented submission locked in! This could be it!

Suddenly, Jessica climbs up onto the apron, gaining the ref's attention to boos from the crowd. Back in the ring, Blaine pulls back as Tomkins can be heard groaning in pain. The crowd cheers.

Clement: C'mon ref, turn around!

Blaine sees the ref distracted, so he lets go of the hold. He goes to make his way over to Jessica when Grace slides a steel chair into the ring.

Clement: What the... who is that? Why did she just slide a chair over to Tomkins?

As soon as as he climbs up onto the apron, she gains Blaine's attention. Blaine rushes over towards her. But Grace wisely climbs down. Once Blaine turns around, Tomkins goes to nail Blaine with the steel chair. But Blaine ducks. When Tomkins turns around, Blaine pump kicks the chair into his face. The crowd cheers. He picks up Tomkins, brings him over near the rope, places him in position and delivers the Metal Heart Suplex (Jackhammer Version) onto the steel chair. Blaine takes the chair and shoves it to the outside. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg. The ref finally turns around and makes the count.

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Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL the FGA Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

The crowd cheers as "Let's See Action" blasts over the PA. Grace and Timmy Brown, who is just coming to, all have disappointed looks on their faces. But they're the only ones down in the dumps as everyone else in the arena is cheering. Meanwhile, Jess continues to monitor her uncle to see if he's okay.

Clement: Blaine's done it! He's retained his championship! He survived Tomkins and all the attacks! Blaine Harrison has retained the FGA Heavyweight Championship!

Grayson: This isn't fair! He kicked the chair into Tomkins' face. He slammed Tomkins onto the chair.

Clement: It serves Tomkins right! You reap what you saw. He caused all of this garbage and in the end, it came back to bite him. He's snuck away with so many victories because of outside interference. Well, not this time!

The ref helps up Blaine and hands him the FGA Heavyweight Championship. Blaine slowly walks into the corner, climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and raises his championship in the air to a monster pop.