Edison DVD Taping (6.16.12)

[FGA Office]

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[FGA Office]

Edison DVD Taping
From the Inman Sports Club
Edison, NJ

(( "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" 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. After Tomkins gets in the ring, he calls for a microphone. After being handed a microphone, Tomkins slowly raises the microphone and begins to speak. ))

Tomkins: Three months, Blaine. Three months is nearly the amount of time that I waited to get back into the ring with you. Three months is the amount of time I waited to get back what was, and what still IS rightfully mine!

The crowd boos. But Tomkins pays them no mind.

Tomkins: These people may not like me anymore. But you ask any one of them and they'll tell you the match they wanted to see in the main event. And let me give you a hint, Blaine, it certainly wasn't Blaine Harrison versus Jacques Mercier or Blaine Harrison versus Preston Blake. No, the people wanted the best. They wanted the two best wrestlers in FGA fighting over the gold. MY gold. But that didn't happen, now did it? I didn't get my rightful rematch like I should have, did I? Of course not. And why? Because you were too busy facing lame ducks, tomato cans and fooling around with random women to give me my title shot!

The crowd continues to boo. But once again, Tomkins refuses to give them the time of day.

Tomkins: So after Frontier Management tossed you nothing but softballs for a solid two months, it was time for you to face the inevitable, Blaine It was time for you to step back into the ring with the greatest FGA wrestler this place has ever seen. In the minds of all these people, they wondered if your first win over me was some type of a fluke. And I think that even in the back of your mind, you wondered it, too. You wondered if it was indeed a fluke. You wondered if you could truly beat me again. Anyone can beat anybody on any given day. But to beat someone twice, especially someone of my caliber? Well, that is an entirely different story.

But you had your chance, Blaine. You had your chance to prove all your doubters wrong. You had your chance to prove yourself against me. And yes, as we stand here some two weeks removed from All-Star Showdown, you're still the champion. You still have the belt. But guess what, Blaine? It took a steel chair to do it!

A "You're a loser!" chant is started by the crowd, along with some clapping between each chant. Tomkins' eyebrow is raised as he scans the crowd.

Tomkin: You have two victories over me, Blaine. Congratulations. There's just one small problem. The first time, it was a fluke. And last time, it took a steel chair. So you may be number one in the minds of the people. And you may hold my title over your shoulder. But you know that deep down you haven't truly beaten me. You know that your victories over me are shrouded with doubt. But there's only one way to change that, Blaine. There's only one way for that doubt to go away. And that's by doing this... for a third time.

The crowd responds with a mixed reaction. Half the crowd cheers because they want to see Blaine and The Rogue go at it again. The other half boos because they feel he doesn't deserve another shot

Tomkins: So what do you say, Blaine? Me and you in two weeks. Monroe, New Jersey. For the FGA Championship. MY FGA CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd boos as Tomkins smirks.

Tomkins: What do you have to say, Blaine? Do you accept the challenge? You're this big fighting champion. Are you going to accept my challenging? Or are you going to duck me for another three months?

The crowd boos as Tomkins begins to laugh.

Tomkins: Blaine, for your sake I hope that you give the right answer. Because if you don't, I'm not going to wait until June 30. I'll beat you in front of all these people right here TONIGHT!

(( Tomkins drops the mic as "Getting Away With Murder" blares throughout the building. He steps through the ropes and hops down to the floor. Tomkins then walks back up the aisle with his arms held high to boos from the crowd. ))

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

((The scene cuts to the parking lot of the Inman Sports Club long before anybody else has arrived to the venue. A ’04 forest green Chevy Cavalier pulls up into a parking space with Massachusetts license plates, and we watch as it parks and the key is removed from the ignition. The doors on both sides of the vehicle open up, and out comes Jared James from the driver’s side and Johnny Holliday from the passenger’s. The duo, who are both in street clothes, turn around and take a look at one another.))

Johnny Holliday: Are you ready for this Jared?

Jared James: As ready as I will ever be…

(Holliday takes note of an anxious look beginning to spread across Jared’s face.)

Holliday: Just remember Jared, no matter what happens in there tonight… no matter how Preston Blake performs or how you perform… you know you can say one thing when you come out of that ring and we head back to Boston.

James: And what is that Johnny?

Holliday: That win or lose, Jared James put up one hell of a fight. That means that the FGA Heavyweight Champion, Blaine Harrison, should take notice.

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Preston Blake vs. Jared James

Preston Blake	Wrestler	Jared James
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
5'11"	Height	5'10"
218 lbs	Weight	205 lbs
The Hamptons	Hometown	Des Moines, Iowa
2008	Pro Debut	2007
Thesis Statement, Crossface Chickenwing	Finisher	I-35 Drive, Hawk Drop

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Preston Blake, sporting his Harvard letterman jacket. He looks as dashing and smashing as ever as he makes his way down to the ring with Madison Stewart right behind him. Preston stops halfway down the aisle and surveys the filthy animals that call themselves fans in the crowd. He turns his nose up as he tries to stop from vomiting at the sight of them. He continues his walk down the aisle, keeping his arms away from the dirty and disgusting slobs that reach over the guard rail to grab at him.

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 Madison Stewart. From The Hamptons, weighing in at 218 pounds. He is one half of The Harvard Connection. He is PRESTON BLAKE!

After walking up the steps, Preston helps Madison up onto the apron. He then wipes his feet off on the apron before sitting down on the middle rope. He holds up the top rope for Madison. After she enters the ring, Preston gets in the ring himself, springboards onto the second rope and raises an index finger in the air, letting the crowd know who truly is number one.

Kevin Clement: Hello Frontier Fans and thank you for ordering this DVD or internet stream. We are coming to you from the Inman Sports Club in Edison, New Jersey. This was the site of FGA's very first show back in December of 2011. It seems like such a long tie ago between then and now. A lot has change. But a lot has stayed the same.

Evan Grayson: It most certainly has. I can remember the start of FGA like it was yesterday. And look at us now. It's nealy seven months later. We've just completed our third supershow event. And Jared James, the very first man signed to a FGA contract, is making his return.

Nero’s "Guilt" starts up as the arena goes dark with a sole light fixated on the curtain. Smoke begins to pour into the venue when, finally, Jared James comes out from the back. As the music continues to blare, Jared James walks down to the ring with a grin spread across his face.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 205 pounds. He is making his return tonight to an FGA ring. Ladies and gentlement, JARED JAMES!

Once at ringside James rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring before heading to his corner. In his corner he sits down on the middle rope, his elbows on his knees and hands behind his head as he mentally preps himself for the upcoming contest.

Clement: But Jared isn't returning to the ring just against anyone. He's going up against a man that he knows very well in Preston Blake.

Grayson: These two have faced off on four seperate occasions. Three times in a singles match and once in a tag team match. But that was a long time ago. It's been a while since Jared has been in an FGA ring. Does he have ring rust? How is his timing? Is he in ring shape? How will his body handle being slammed onto the canvas? How is his cardio? These are the questions that linger around Jared in his return to FGA. And those questions should be answered here tonight...

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. After Preston talks trash to him for a bit, he slaps the taste out of Jared's mouth with a right hand to the face. The crowd boos.

Clement: And Preston Blake has wasted little time as he tries to push Jared's buttons. We've got the return of Jared James right here. Also here tonight, Michael Tomkins takes on Matt Shields. And in the main event, Micky O'Reilly and Sean Fallon faces off in a match where All Violence is Legal....

As Jared turns back to Preston, Preston quickly places him in a side headlock. Preston cinches in the hold. But Jared is able to shove him off and send him into the ropes. When Preston comes back, he knocks down Jared with a running shoulderblock. Preston runs into the ropes as Jared gets back up to his feet. When Preston comes back, he knocks Jared down with another running shoulderblock. Preston smirks as the crowd boos. He then runs back into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Jared turns over onto his stomach. Preston hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. Jared then pushes himself up to his feet. When Preston comes back, Jared leap frogs over him. Preston continues to run into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Jared peeks behind him and leap frogs over Preston without turning around. Preston continues to run into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Jared knocks him down with a running dropkick. The crowd cheers. Preston gets back up, but Jared knocks him down with yet another dropkick. As Preston gets back up to his feet, Jared runs at him for another dropkick. But Preston quickly drops and rolls to the outside. The crowd boos as Madison consoles him on the outside.

Clement: And Preston wisely bails to the outside. Not bad for a guy that hasn't been in an FGA ring in a couple of months, huh?

Grayson: I won't lie. He doesn't look so bad right now. But just give it time.

After arguing with the crowd, Preston takes his sweet time climbing back up onto the apron. After wiping his feet off on the apron, he careful steps back through the ropes. The two men circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Preston uses his strength to move Jared into the corner. The ref quickly scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly break the hold. While Jared's arms are in the air, Preston lunges forward for a sucker punch. But Jared ducks out of the way. As Preston turns around, Jared nails him with a right hand to the face, followed by a knife-edge chop. He then brings Preston from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Preston reverses, sending Jared into the ropes. When Jared comes back, he slides through Preston's legs. When Preston turns around, Jared gets up to his feet and throws out a kick to the midsection. But Preston catches his foot, turns Jared around and goes for a backdrop suplex. But Jared rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet. When Preston turns around, Jared throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Preston gets back up, but Jared throws him down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Preston gets up, Jared runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. While Preston uses the apron to pull himself up, Jared runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he motions like he's about to go for a dive. But Preston quickly turns around and scurries out of the way to boos from the crowd. Preston then mocks the fans while pointing at his head, gesturing his superior mental ability. But when Preston turns around, Jared knocks him down with a vaulting body press to the outside. The crowd cheers. Jared then picks up Preston, rolls him back inside, slides himself back in and makes the cover.

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Preston kicks out.

Clement: Jared only gets a two count. But more importantly, it looks like Jared hans't lost a step.

Grayson: Preston may have underestimated Jared going into this match. But Preston is intelligent. He can make the adjustments that will stop Jared and turn this match back in his favor.

Jared then picks up Preston and wrings his arm. Jared wrings his arm again. After wringing his arm for a third time, Preston counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd boos. He wrings the arm and then delivers an elbow across it. The crowd boos as Preston transitions into a top wristlock. But Jared then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. But the cheers quickly turn to boos once Preston nails Jared with a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Jared and whips him into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Preston knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick. The crowd boos as Preston makes the cover.

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Preston picks up Jared, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. Jared cringes while he arches his back in pain. Preston then reaches down and applies a standing armbar. The ref asks Jared if he wants to give up. But Jared just wags his index finger at him. After turning over onto his knees and then getting up to his feet, Jared moves Preston into the ropes. He then shoves Preston off of him into the opposite set of ropes. When Preston comes back, Jared goes for a hip toss. But Preston blocks it. So Jared goes for another hip toss but again, Preston blocks it. So Jared punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Preston's neck, Jared performs a standing backflip. Once Jared lands on his feet, Preston nails him with a European Uppercut that knocks him down. The crowd boos as Preston quickly makes the cover.

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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another two count for Preston.

Grayson: Yeah, but Jared may have had his clock cleaned by that uppercut.

Clement: Preston Blake failed to win the FGA Championship back in March at Spring Breakage. You know he'd love to get another crack at Blaine Harrison.

Grayson: Absolutely. And the fact that Jared is trying to slither past him and into a title match has to make him angry.

Preston brings Jared into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Jared places his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. After an elbow to the midsection, Jared takes Preston and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. After turning Preston around, Jared whips him into the opposite corner. Jared charges into the corner. But Preston nails him with an elbow strike to the face. As Jared stumbles back, Preston turns around in the corner and knocks him down with a springboard rebound kick to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Clement: What a kick to the face by Preston. But it only gets two.

Grayson: A couple more of those kicks, though and Jared could be seeing stars. He got rocked by that uppercut earlier...

Preston picks up Jared, snapmares him over and delivers another stiff kick to the back. He then kneels down on one knee, grabs Jared by the arm and applies a hammerlock from behind. The ref once again asks Jared if he wants to give up. But Jared wags his index finger at him. The crowd begins to rally behind him with a....

Crowd: JARED! JARED! JARED! JARED! JARED!

… chant. Jared begins to pump his fist in unison with the chants. After both men slowly make their way back up to their feet, Jared reaches behind him with his free arm, grabs Preston by the back of the neck, jumps up and throws Preston down with a falling snapmare takeover, breaking the hold. The crowd cheers. After both men get up, they run towards each other. Preston goes for a clothesline. But Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Preston turns around, Jared knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Preston kicks out.

Clement: Preston just kicked out in time. You know, the last time we saw Jared in an FGA ring, he didn't exactly have the best relationship with his good friend, Blaine Harrison.

Grayson: It was beyond clear that Jared was growing jealous of Blaine's success.

Clement: I highly doubt Jared was ever jealous of Blaine. But nevertheless, words were definitely exchanged. It'll be interesting to see how those two react when they're paths cross...

After picking Preston up and nailing him with a forearm shot to the face, Jared grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Jared goes to leap frog over him. But Preston catches him in mid air and counters with an inverted atomic drop. The crowd boos. While Jared is doubled over, Preston quickly follows up by planting him with a snap DDT. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Preston then picks up Jared and nails him with a European Uppercut that knocks him down. After picking Jared back up, Preston whips him into the corner. Preston charges into the corner, but he ends up eating a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Preston stumbles back, Jared quickly steps through the ropes and climbs up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Jared leaps off for a flying cross body block. But Preston side steps and swats him down. The crowd boos.

Grayson: And nobody's home!

Clement: It's called high risk for a reason and that time, it didn't pay off for Jared at all.

As Jared gets up in pain, Preston quickly goes over, wrings his arm and follows up with a hammerlock single arm DDT. The crowd boos as Preston pushes him over and hooks the leg.

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Jared gets his shoulder up. Preston looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers.

He then picks up Jared, grabs him from behind, lifts him up and takes him down with a hammerlock backdrop. Jared holds his arm in pain as Preston makes the cover.

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Jared kicks out.

Clement: Another two count for Preston. But you can clearly see Preston beginning to go to work on that arm.

Grayson: Exacly. He's setting Jared up for that Crossface Chickenwing. And if Preston gets it locked on and locked on tight, Jared will be tapping out. Just like the last time he was in the ring with Preston.

Preston then picks up Jared and whips him into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Preston goes for a back elbow to the face. But Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Preston knocks him down with a lariat takedown. The crowd boos. He then picks up Jared, grabs a hold of him and hits a vertical suplex. After dragging Jared into position, Preston heads into the corner. After hoisting himself up onto the second turnbuckle, Preston pulls down his knee pad and leaps off, going for a diving knee drop. But Jared rolls out of the way, causing Preston's bare knee to crash down on the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: Preston's got to be hurting now. He tried to drive that exposed knee into Jared's face. But it was to no avail...

Preston can be seen clutching his knee in pain as Jared uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. After Jared gets up, he heads over to Preston, drags him towards the center of the ring and goes for the Cedar River Leglock. But Preston counters with a small package.

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Jared kicks out.

Once both wrestlers get up, Preston throws out a kick, but Jared catches foot and then throws him down with a dragonscrew legwhip. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Preston, grabs a hold of him and delivers a snap suplex. The crowd cheers. Jared then points up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. After hearing the applause, Jared steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Jared leaps off and connects with a flying headbutt. The crowd cheers. Jared then gets up to his feet, picks up Preston, places him in position and delivers The I-35 Drive. The crowd cheers. Jared makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, JARED JAMES!

"Guilt" plays as Jared gets his hands raised in victory.

Clement: And Jared James starts things off right on his comeback trail as he gets a victory over Preston Blake.

Grayson: Don't get your hopes up. This won't be a sign of things to come.

Jared heads into the corner, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

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[FGA Office]

(( "Let's See Action" by The Who starts up and the fans instantly start to cheer. Sure enough, Blaine Harrison the FGA Heavyweight Champion steps out from behind the curtain, lifting his title belt high above his head, drawing more cheers from the fans. Blaine isn't dressed to wrestle tonight, instead opting for one of his own t-shirts that any fans can now buy at the merchandise stands and a pair of baggy jeans. He gladly slaps hands with the willing fans on the way down the aisle before rolling into the ring, where he's handed a microphone by one of the ringside staff. ))

Blaine Harrison: Good evening, Edison!

(Harrison flips them crowd a thumbs up for the cheap pop, just like the cheesy fan favorite he is.)

Blaine Harrison: I'm going to get right down to business because what I have to say is very, very important. You see, earlier tonight you all had the misfortune of hearing Michael Tomkins rant and rave about how it took a steel chair to beat him at 'All-Star Showdown'...

(Right on cue the Edison fans boo.)

Blaine Harrison: You had the bad luck to see Michael Tomkins ask--nay, demand another match with me. I say "demand" because he knows damn well there isn't a chance in hell I could turn down a challenge! I beat you back in March, Tomkins. And I did it cleanly. Two weeks ago at 'All-Star Showdown' one of your cronies tried to introduce that chair. There's a little phrase you may have heard of, 'carpe diem', it's about seizing opportunities. You give me the chance to kick that chair into your face ... I'm going to take it. Maybe I'll knock some sense into you next time ... But you want to try your luck again, Tomkins. I say bring it on. In two weeks time, the thirtieth of June in Monroe it'll be you and me going one-on-one for the title!

(POP! The crowd are excited about the announcement.)

Blaine Harrison: And I guarantee you that I won't need a chair to beat you this time. I have the heart, the spirit, the determination and the skill required to defeat you, Tomkins. I've proved that two times before. Twice I have beaten you. Two times you have come up short in your efforts against me ... So here's a stipulation for you, buddy. This match, you and me in two weeks times, it's going to be a best two out of three falls!

(Another cheer from the fans; they know that match is going to be EPIC!)

Blaine Harrison: Once and for all, I will prove that I am the fighting champion. That I will take on all comers. I will prove to you and the rest of the haters, the doubters in the back, exactly why 'The Metal Heart' is the best damn FGA Heavyweight Champion ever!

(( Blaine throws down the microphone and throws his arms up into the air as the fans cheer once more. His music starts up again as he exits the ring and heads back up the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as he goes. ))

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Coming this Summer

[FGA Office]

"The Rogue" Michael Tomkins vs. Matt Shields

Michael Tomkins	Wrestler	Matt Shields
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'2"	Height	6'0"
225 lbs	Weight	206 lbs
London, England	Hometown	Montreal, Quebec, Canada
2012	Pro Debut	2009
The Defector, A Taste of Greatness, The Finishing Touch	Finisher	Michinoku Driver II

"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.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from London, England. Weighing in at 223 pounds. He is The Ro--

Tomkins snatches the mic away from Cruz and instructs him to exit the ring. Cruz exits the ring. Tomkins then paces back and forth as he begins to speak.

Tomkins: Blaine, I heard your cute limit comment earlier on. And you know what? I don't really feel like waiting until Jue 30. In fact, how about you bring yourself out here right now so I can beat the hell out of you in front of everyone here in Edison.

The crowd boos as Tomkins continues to pace back and forth.

Clement: Michael Tomkins, the former FGA Champion, is absolutely obsessed with getting that belt back.

Grayson: As he should be. If you lost your belt because of a fluke and were beaten because of the use of an illegal object, you'd be angry, too.

Tomkins: C'mon, Blaine, we all know you're back there. I don't want to wait until the 30th. I want you in this ring right now.

The crowd continues to boo as Tomkins paces back and forth.

Clement: I'm not sure how much of a good idea this is. Not only should he be focused on his opponent tonight, but Tomkins suffered a concussion back at All-Star Showdown after Blaine pump kicked that chair into his face. I'm not sure if bringing Blaine back out here is a good idea for him right now.

Grayson: He's focused on the only thign that matter - HIS title!

Tomkins: Blaine, it's real simple. All you have to do is take your balls out of your girlfriend's purse and then you'll be able to come down to the ring .

The crowd boos as Tomkins smirks. But the boos soon turn to cheers once Blaine makes his way down to the ring. After slowly climbing up onto the apron, he cautiously steps into the ring. Tomkins waves him off, telling him to bring it. Meanwhile, Blaine continues to inch closer and closer to Tomkins. Suddenly, Timmy Brown can be seen climbing over the barricade with a steel chair.

Clement: Wait just a minute! Quick, Blaine, get out of there. It's a set up!

Timmy quietly slides into the ring. Once he gets to his feet. He runs up from behind Blaine with the chair in hand. As soon as Blaine turns around, Timmy accidentally nails Tomkins in the head with the steel chair, knocking him down. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: Blaine sensed it coming and got out of the way just in the nick of time!

Once Timmy turns around, Blaine nails him with a toe kick to the midsection, forcing him to drop the chair. Blaine then takes him by his shirt, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. Blaine then picks up Tomkins and brings him over to the ropes. He lifts up Tomkins and plants him with a Metal Heart Suplex (brainbuster version) onto the steel chair. The crowd cheers as Blaine heads into the corner, climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and plays up to the crowd.

Clement: Blaine has once again gotten the best of Michael Tomkins! Tomkins tried to lure Blaine into a trap. But Blaine was too smart to fall for it.

Grayson: Who cares about Blaine. What about Tomkins? He just got dropped on his head onto a steel chair!

Clement: Don't expect me to feel sorry for him. For months, Timmy and Tomkins have jumped people, interferred and cheated their way to the top. I won't shed a single tear because Tomkins' plan blew up in his face yet again...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(( Backstage, we find Sean Fallon in his ring attire clutching a steel chair in his left hand. Fallon looks the chair over with a menacing grin.

The chair is a dark shade of blue with the Japanese kanja symbol “kutsuu” written in gold on the seat; a seat that is severely dented inward.

In Fallon's gloved right hand is a spool of barbed wire that catches the light from the florescent bulbs above. ))

Fallon: Greetings, True Believers. And welcome. Welcome to Micky O'Reilly final match. His swan song. His curtain call. A trap of his own design. You see, they say pride goes before the fall, and that's exactly what has happened to Micky O'Reilly. He has let his foolish pride cloud his judgement and now he finds himself trapped in a modern day "Kobayashi Maru;" his personal unwinnable scenario.

Fallon grins and eyes the tools in his hands.

Fallon: What Micky should've done was accepted that I am the better man and graciously stepped aside as I marched on to claim the FRONTIER Heavyweight title. But you just couldn't do that, could you, sunshine? Your pride - your baseless, vapid pride - nagged at you and told you that because you managed to win a draw against me on my worst day and on your worst that it somehow meant you were my equal. That it somehow meant you deserved to be in the same ring with me. And most foolishly of all, that you somehow could find a way to beat me.

And now you're here, Micky. You're staring down an "All Violence Is Legal" Deathmatch against the most dangerous man in FRONTIER - nay - the most dangerous man in all of the professional wrestling. You trapped in a cage with a rapid animal. I was born for this. I bled all over Japan for this. Think about it, sunshine: the only thing between Sean Fallon and my title shot is you... and all I have to do to get it is to beat you in a Deathmatch. No rules, Micky. No pesky little rules to get in my way.

Fallon's voice escalates with excitement and his sick smile seems to grow.

Fallon: I can do anything I want. I can't tie a nice little noose from this barbed wire and HANG you from the ring post. Or I can take this chair - the same chair I used to cave in the skull of my mentor - and use it like a step ladder to reach the brass ring of FGA: the Heavyweight title.

Fallon's smile disappears as he steps right up into the camera lense.

Fallon: You're dead already, O'Reilly. You're just too stupid to realize it. Deuces, fella.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
"All Violence is Legal"
"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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is an All Violence is Legal Match. There are no disqualifications and no count outs. No holds are barred. Pinfalls cout anywhere. And the winner will be named the #1 contender for the FGA Championship!

(The crowd cheers)

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.

"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 gets in the ring and begins pacing back and forth, waiting impatiently for the match to begin.

Clement: Here we go. Both of these men do not like each other. Both men know what is at stake. And both men have the means to seriously hurt the other. This is going to get ugly in a hurry...

The bell sounds as both wrestlers run towards the center of the ring. Fallon goes for a clothesline, but Micky ducks. When Fallon turns around, Micky knocks him down with a right hand. Fallon gets back up, but Micky knocks him back down with another right hand. The crowd cheers. As Fallon gets up, Micky grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope to cheers from the crowd. Micky then turns his back and raises his arms in the air. But Fallon can be seen holding onto the top rope with both hands. Once Fallon regains his composure, he "skins the cat", pulling himself over the top rope and back into the ring. But as soon as Fallon turns around, Micky knocks him over the top rope and to the floor with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Fallon gets knocked down to the outside. And there goes Micky to the outside as well. There's not going to be many technical moves on display in this match.

Grayson: Absolutely not. Micky made his name in FGA with his brutality, garnering the nickname of The Most Dangerous Man in FGA. And over the past several weeks, Sean Fallon has begun to crack, showing more aggression with each passing week.

As Fallon is slow to get up on the outside, Micky steps out onto the apron. He then runs along the apron, dives off and nails Fallon in the back with a flying double ax handle smash, sending Fallon stumbling to the floor. The crowd cheers. While Fallon tries to pull himself up from behind using the guard rail, Micky nails him with a clubbing shot to the back. He then turns Fallon around and unleashes a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. Fallon clutches his chest in pain as he stumbles along ringside. But Micky doesn't let up as he stays right on Fallon. He grabs Fallon by the shoulder, turns him around and unleashes another knife-edge chop. Fallon continues to stumble along ringside while the crowd cheers. Micky then walks up behind Fallon, grabs him and rolls him back into the ring.

After Micky rolls him back into the ring, Micky slides himself back in. He picks up Fallon, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Fallon around and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, followed by a series of elbows strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes. Micky then grabs a hold of Fallon and whips him into the opposite corner. Micky follows him into the corner and connects with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. Micky grabs a hold of Fallon and whips him back into the previous corner. Micky follows him into the corner and connects with another running clothesline. The crowd cheers. As a dazed Fallon stumbles from out of the corner, Micky runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Fallon with a running big boot to the side of the head. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Micky gets a count of two for our first near fall of the main event. You know, Micky shouldn't even be in this match. He got himself in championship contention months ago. He should have gotten his title shot by now.

Grayson: All he had to do was beat Sean Fallon the first time. But he didn't. And you want to know why? It was because Fallon forced him to submit and nearly broke his arm in the process. With Fallon defeating Micky, couple with his stil undefeated streak, he's proven that he and he alone should be the sole #1 contender.

Micky picks up Fallon and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling back into the corner. As Micky approaches, Fallon throws out a kick to the midsection. He then reaches out, places Micky in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. The crowd boos as Micky stumbles into the corner. After following Micky into the corner, Fallon turns him around and delivers a slap across the face to boos from the crowd. He then chokes Micky with both hands. The ref goes to give Fallon a five count. But he quickly remembers that there's no disqualifications in this match. So the ref and the crowd helplessly look on as Fallon tries to choke the life out of Fallon.

Clement: Fallon is loving every second of this. Taking advantage of the laxed rules.

Grayson: It's a match where there's no dq. What do you expect?

After about 12 seconds, Fallon lets go. The crowd boos as Micky can be sees gasping for air. Fallon then steps back, only to nail Micky with four shoot kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. After diving into Micky's midsection with a shoulder thrust, Fallon takes Micky and whips him into the opposite corner. Fallon charges into the corner, but Micky nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers as Fallon stumbles back. After he shakes off the blow, Fallon runs back into the corner. This time, Micky nails him with a big boot to the face. The crowd cheers as Fallon stumbles back. After he shakes off the second blow, Fallon runs back into the corner. This time, Micky comes from out of the corner and knocks him down with a falling clothesline. The crowd cheers as Micky makes the cover.

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Micky picks up Fallon and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He then bounces into the ropes. When Micky comes back, he connects with The Traveler's Knee. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Micky picks up Fallon, only to wring his arm. The crowd cheers as Micky wrings his arm again.... and again.... and again. After wringing Fallon's arm for a fifth time, Micky tries to yank Fallon's arm from out of its socket. He then yanks at the arm again. Fallon ends up dropping down to one knee in pain. As Fallon stands back up on two feet, Micky yanks at the arm, sending Fallon back down to one knee. The crowd cheers. After picking Fallon up, Micky hammerlocks his arm from behind, runs towards the corner and throws Fallon shoulder-first into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers as Fallon falls to the canvas clutching his arm in pain.

Clement: A bit of a role reversal here. It's always Sean Fallon who is vowying to rip off someone's arm. But right now, he's the one getting his arm worked over extensively.

As Fallon slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, Micky slowly approaches from behind. He's about to pounce on Fallon when Fallon low blows him with a mule kick, sending Micky down to the canvas in pain. The crowd boos.

Grayson: I'm sorry, you were saying.

Clement: Low blow there by Fallon...

Grayson: Which is perfectly legal in a match like this.

After walking around the ring and trying to shake off the pain in his arm, Fallon proceeds to put the boots to Micky by stomping the hell out of him. He then goes over to Micky's legs, raises then up, spreads them apart and then delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd boos while Micky holds himself in pain. Fallon picks him up, brings him into the corner and then slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Micky around, Fallon unleashes a flurry of right hands that rock Micky. He then proceeds to mudhole stomp Micky, sending him slumping down in the corner with each kick. Fallon then places his foot across Micky's throat and chokes him while pulling down on the top rope. The crowd cheers as Micky can be seen cringing in pain. After about ten seconds, Fallon lets go and walks away from the corner. As the ref checks on Micky, Micky can once again be seen gasping for air. But the ref quickly moves out of the way as Fallon turns around, runs into the corner and connects with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd boos as Fallon drags Micky from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Clement: Micky just got the shoulder up.

Annoyed, Fallon makes the cover again.

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Frustrated, Fallon mounts himself on top of Micky and hammers away with a series of right hands to the face. The crowd boos as Fallon continues to nail Micky with a barrage of closed-fist shots to the face. Fallon then stands up over Micky before nailing him with a stomp to the face. He then picks up Micky, snapmares him over and then proceeds to gouge his eyes from behind. The crowd boos as Micky can be heard moaning in pain. Fallon just smiles at the ref who is totally helpless. After about ten seconds, Fallon lets go of the hold. He then quickly gives Micky a stiff kick to the back that can be heard throughout the building. He then picks up Micky, snapmares him over and runs into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. He makes the cover.

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Frustrated, Fallon proceeds to choke Micky with his hand as the crowd boos. Fallon then looks up at the ref and mocks him, knowing full well that he can't be disqualified. He then lets go. Fallon picks up and nails him with a forearm shot to the face.... and another.... and another. He then takes Micky and whips him into the ropes. When Micky comes back, Fallon connects with a standing dropkick to the face. Micky holds his face in pain as Fallon makes the cover.

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Fallon then picks up Micky and brings him into the corner. After delivering a series of knee strikes to the midsection, Fallon follows up with a series of forearm strikes to the face. He then whips Micky hard into the opposite corner. As Micky stumbles out, Fallon runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Fallon comes back, he goes for a bulldog. But Micky counters by shoving Fallon off of him and into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky goes for a clothesline. But Fallon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Micky turns around, Fallon comes back and blasts him in the face with a roaring elbow. The crowd boos as Micky falls down like a cut tree. Fallon falls on top of him and hooks the leg.

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Grayson: How did he kick out?

Clement: Fallon rocked him with that elbow. I thought it could have been over there.

Fallon picks up Micky and tosses him through the ropes, sending him out onto the apron. Fallon then steps through the ropes and impatiently waits for Micky to get up. After Micky has pulled himself up using the ropes, Fallon throws a left hand. But Micky blocks it and counters with a headbutt that sends Fallon staggering back on the apron. After Fallon shakes off the blow, he walks right back across the apron and goes for another punch. But again, Micky blocks it and counters with another headbutt to cheers from the crowd. While Fallon is stilled stunned, Micky goes to throw a punch. But Fallon blocks it and counters with a knee to the midsection. The crowd boos as Micky stands doubled over in pain along the apron. After Fallon takes a few steps back, he runs along the apron, grabs Micky and plants him with a swinging DDT on the apron. Micky bounces off of the apron and falls to the floor. Boos and gasps can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: Fallon just drove Micky head-first into the apron with that DDT!

Grayson: And Micky looks to be on dream street.

A close up shot of Micky reveals that his nose has been bloodied. Fallon and Micky both get up at the same time. After a spinning back kick to the midsection, Fallon wraps his arms around Micky and rams him back-first into the side of the ring. Fallon pulls him away, only to ram him back-first into the side of the ring again. Fallon then hoists Micky up, stumbles back and hotshots him across the top of the barricade. The crowd boos as Micky goes down, holding his throat in pain. Fallon then gets up and makes his way around ringside looking for something. As Micky slowly pulls himself up using the top of the barricade, Fallon come sup from behind and begins to choke him with cable wire. The crowd boos as Fallon taunts Micky by making choking noises while he actually chokes Fallon.

Clement: That's enough, referee.

Grayson: What do you want him to do? Throw in the towel for Micky? It's no DQ. Besides, he's a big boy. He can take it.

Fallon then throws Micky away from him, sending him down to the canvas. Fallon then walks around ringside throwing up the deuces sign as the crowd starts up a "FALLON SUCKS!" chant. Meanwhile, Micky can be seen slowly crawling around on all fours. After Fallon rounds the corner, he sees Micky lined up perfectly in his sights. So he charges forward and nails Micky with a running knee strike, knocking the side of Micky's head against the barricade in the proceeds. Gasps and boos can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: What a knee strike by Fallon. If it wasn't before, it is now.

Grayson: If Micky didn't have a concussion before, he sure does now.

Fallon grabs Micky by the legs and looks back to see if he's in position. Once he's got everything lined up right, he hooks his arms around Micky's legs and leans back, catapulting Micky into the ring post. The thud from when Micky's head smacks against the ring post can be heard throughout the building. Micky then tumbles down face-down to the floor to boos from the crowd. Fallon slowly gets up and takes his sweet time making his way back over to Micky. As Micky tries to get up on all fours, Fallon nails him with a punt kick to the ribs, knocking Micky over onto his back. Once he's on his back, it's revealed that Micky's forehead has been busted open. But Fallon isn't satisfied yet. He reaches down and peels back the matting, exposing the concrete floor underneath to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh no...

Grayson: Oh yes! Fallon Has some ill intentions in mind. I'd hatet to be in Mickys shoes.

After slamming Micky head onto the apron, Fallon takes Micky and brings him onto the exposed concrete. After bending him over, Fallon goes for a piledriver. But Micky blocks the move. Fallon tries to hoist him up but again, Micky blocks the move. After delivering a knee to the side of the side, Micky drops down to one knee. After pulling Micky back up to his feet, Fallon goes for a third piledriver. But Micky blocks the move and then counters with a back body drop, sending Fallon down back-first onto the exposed concrete. Fallon arches his back in pain as the crowd cheers.

Clement: Fallon goes down hard on the concrete! This could be just what he needs to get back into this match.

Micky then picks up Fallon, kicks him in the midsection, hoists him up from the side and throws him down with a gutwrench powerbomb against the apron. The crowd cheers as Fallon's back bounces off the apron. The members of the front row can be seen reaching over the barricade and slapping it wildly. Fallon collapses to the floor as the crowd starts up a "MICKY! MICKY! MICKY!" chant. Micky leans up against the apron to catch his breath while Fallon is writhing in pain on the floor. Once he's set, Micky gets himself up off the apron and picks up Fallon. After spitting in Fallon's face, Micky throws Fallon down with an STO onto the exposed concrete. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Fallon and rolls back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Micky makes the cover.

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Clement: How did he kick out? How did Sean Fallon kick out?

Grayson: He won't be dneied, Kevin. He won't be denied...

Micky then picks up Fallon and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Fallon slowly drops to his knees while arching his back in pain. Micky makes his way over into the corner and nails Fallon with an overhead elbow strike to the forehead. After picking Fallon back up, Micky whips him hard into the opposite corner. Fallon immediately falls face-first to the canvas upon impact. He can be seen holding his back while he groans in pain. Micky makes his way across the ring and grabs Fallon by the hair. After picking him up and bending him over into position, Micky sets him up for a powerbomb. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Fallon quickly counters with a double leg takedown. He then hoks his arms around Micky's legs and turns him over into a Boston Crab. The crowd boos as Fallon sits all the way down. He laughs as Micky can be heard moaning in pain.

Grayson: Micky O'Reilly is in some trouble now.

The ref asks Micky if he wants to give up. But Micky shakes his head from side to side. So Fallon pulls back, increasing the pressure. Micky can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks Micky if he wants to give up. But again, Micky tells him "no". Fallon keeps the hold locked on. The crowd begins to get behind Micky by starting a "MICKY! MICKY! MICKY!" chant. The members of the front row reach over the barricade and slap it in unison with the chant. The ref once again asks Micky if he wants to give up. But Micky refuses to quit. He begins to feed off the energy of the crowd. He then starts to slowly push himself up off the mat to cheers from the crowd. Micky then begins to slowly scratch and claw his way across the ring. Fallon can be seen shaking his head in disbelief as Micky crawls his way across the ring. Micky then reaches out........... and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd cheers. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Fallon keeps the hold locked on.

Clement: C'mon ref, break the hold!

Grayson: Once again, there's no DQ. He could keep that hold locked on all night if he wanted to.

Fallon taunts the ref, knowing that he can't be disqualified. With no one to help him, Micky begins to try and climb the ropes while still in the Boston Crab. He reaches up with his left hand and grabs a hold of the middle rope. He then reaches his right arm up and grabs the middle rope as well. Once he grabs the top rope with both hands, Fallon has no choice but to let go. He quickly turns around and nails Micky with several shoot kicks to the back. He then picks up Micky and whips him into the ropes. When Micky comes back, Fallon throws him down with an exploder suplex. Fallon holds his back in pain before making the cover. He then drops down and hooks the leg.

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Clement: Micky is looking worse for wear. He was DDTed on the apron. He has his head knocked against the barricade. His nose could be broken and he's busted wide open.

Grayson: And he's too dumb to stay down. But it's okay. I'm sure Fallon will have no problem putting him out of his misery.

Fallon unwraps his fist and throws the dog tags into the crowd. He then reaches down, picks up Micky, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Micky around, Fallon climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and punches away at him as the crowd boos.

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Micky reaches up, grabs Fallon by the legs, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb into the opposite corner. The crowd cheers as Fallon can be seen arching his back in pain.

Clement: Micky's not quite done yet. The Slammer still has some life left in him!

Micky then gets up, grabs Fallon and whips him back into the previous corner. Micky charges into the corner and connects with a European Uppercut that nearly takes Fallon's head off. Fallon stumbles from out of the corner before collapsing face-first onto the canvas. The crowd cheers. Micky then heads to the outside. After making his way around the ring, he motions for Manny Cruz to get up from out of his seat. After Cruz gets up, Micky takes the chair, folds it up and raises it in the air for the crowd to see. The crowd cheers. But as soon as Micky turns around, Fallon comes from out of nowhere and knocks him down with a Tope Con Helo. The crowd boos as both men are down. Micky appears to be out of it while Fallon turns over and holds his back in pain.

After Fallon gets up, he looks over and sees the steel chair. He then reaches down and picks up the chair to boos from the crowd. As Micky slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the ring, Fallon nails him in the back with the steel chair. The crowd boos as Micky goes down. Fallon then goes over and grabs his leather jacket. After rummaging through the pockets, he pulls out.... a pair of handcuffs. The crowd boos.

Clement: Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Grayson: Oh yes. This can't be good for Micky at all.

As Micky gets up, Fallon slips his hand through the cuffs, makes a fist and punches Micky in the face, knocking him down. The crowd boos. Fallon then takes one of the cuffs and places it on Micky's left wrist. He then uses the other cuff to place it around the bottom rope. He then reaches back into his pocket and grabs the keys for the cuffs. After locking both cuffs, the ref demands that Fallon hand over the keys. Fallon then mockingly dangles the keys in front of the ref before tossing them into the crowd. The crowd boos as the ref's eyes widen in shock. After piefacing the ref out of his way, Fallon goes back over and picks up the steel chair.

Clement: Come on, Fallon. You've done enough damage. Enough's enough!

He then goes over to Micky and unleashes a series of chair shots across the handcuffed arm. Micky can be heard moaning in pain as the crowd boos. The ref takes off and heads into the crowd as Fallon continues his vicious assault across the arm with the chair. Micky cringes in pain as he's barely able to stand. Fallon then stands directly in front of Micky, sizes him up and absolutely clobbers him with a chair shot across the head. Micky's limp body dangles while his wrist is still cuffed to the bottom rope. The crowd boos as Fallon throws down the chair defiantly.

While Fallon argues with members of the front row, the ref gets handed the key by a fan in the crowd. Afer climbing over the barricade, the ref scurries around ringside and tries to quickly get Micky free. Once he does, Fallon turns around and sees what the ref has just done.

Grayson: Uh oh....

The ref takes a gulp and begins to back up as Fallon begins to stalk him. The ref then turns and begins to run for cover. But Fallon is right behind him. The ref tries to slide into the ring. But Fallon catches him by his ankle and then yanks hard, sending the ref out of the ring and falling hard stomach-first onto the floor. As the ref slowly gets up on all fours, Fallon delivers a punt kick to the ribs. The crowd boos as the ref rolls onto his back in pain. After delivering another stomp to the midsection, Fallon storms his way around ringside, picks up Micky and rolls him into the ring. He then takes the chair and chucks it over the top rope and into the ring.

Grayson: This s it, Kevin. He's about to finish him off!

As Micky slowly gets up on his knees, Fallon rolls into the ring, goes over into the corner and picks up the steel chair. As he grips the chair in his hand, he turns around. He sees Micky on his knees and in a vulnerable position. Fallon sadistically smirks as he raises the chair over his head. He then charges from out of the corner, letting out a loud yell. But before he can clobber Micky over the head with the chair, Micky quickly gets up to his feet, lifts up Fallon and throws him down with a sitdown spinebuster. The crowd cheers as Fallon squirms around the ring in pain.

Clement: Micky with the spinebuster! He just threw him down with the spinebuster! It's anyone match now!

Micky then uses the chair to help himself up to his feet. After Fallon gets up, Micky runs up from behind and nails him with a steel chair shot to the back. The crowd cheers. Fallon tries to get back up, but Micky nails him with another chair shot to the back. As Fallon slowly gets up on all fours, Micky raises the chair and drives the top of it down across Fallon's spine. Fallon turns over and arches his back in pain as the crowd cheers. Micky then heads through the ropes and drops down to the floor. He then kneels down and lifts up the ring curtain. After looking underneath the ring, Micky grabs a hold of something and pulls it out. Micky pulls out a table to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Oh boy....

Grayson: This isn't good at all. Fallon, get up. Get up!

After sliding the table into the ring, Micky rolls himself back in. He then gets up, picks up the table and leans it against the turnbuckle in the corner. He then goes over, picks up Fallon and whips him into the ropes. When Fallon comes back, Micky takes him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers as Fallon arches his back in pain. After rolling over and getting up on all fours, Micky heads into the corner and gets himself in position. As Fallon slowly gets up, he sees that he's facing the corner with the table. As soon as he turns around, Micky charges at him. He goes to spear Fallon through the table with The Drunk Tank. But Fallon dives out of the way, sending Micky through the table to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Something tells me that's not what Micky had in mind.

Clement: That damn Fallon! He's like a snake, always slithering away out of danger.

Grayson: Well, what do you want? For him to just stand there and allow Micky yo drive him through a table? I don't think so....

Fallon chuckles to himself as Micky appears to be down and out. He then rolls to the outside. Fallon gingerly walks around ringside and grabs two steel chairs. He takes the chair and tosses them into the ring. He then gingerly walks back towards the side of the ring. After kneeling down and reaching underneath the ring, Fallon pulls out a ladder to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh my God...

Grayson: Fallon doesn't just want to beat Micky. He wants to hurt Micky. He wants to maim Micky. And he's pulling out all the stops in this "All Violence is Legal" Match!

After sliding the ladder into the ring, Fallon slowly rolls himself back in. He goes back into the corner, picks up Micky and brings him into the adjacent corner. He struggles to hoist Micky up and sit him down backwards across the top turnbuckle. Fallon can be seen holding his back in pain. After measuring the distance, he puts the ladder in place. He then takes the two steel chair, unfolds them and sets them about a ladder's width apart. He then takes the ladder places it down, resting across the seat of both chairs at both ends. Fallon then heads into the corner and struggles to hoist himself up onto the top turnbuckle.

Clement: Oh no. Don't do it, Fallon. Don't do it!

Grayson: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Clement: He's looking to drive Micky right through that ladder with a Fallon Driver off the second turnbuckle!

Fallon tries to lift Micky across his shoulders so he can deliver the Fallon Driver. But Micky blocks the move by holding onto the ropes. Fallon tries to lift him up for the Fallon Driver but again, Micky has a death grip on the top rope. Micky then uses his good arm to repeatedly nail Fallon in the side of the head, dazing him. Micky then carefully turns around on the top turnbuckle and positions himself so that he's now in the ring. After dropping down onto the ring of his feet, Micky reaches up and sits Fallon across the top turnbuckle. He then climbs back up onto the second turnbuckle, faces the ring, and places Fallon in a three quarter facelock.

Clement: What's this?

Once Fallon is in position, Micky leaps off and delivers the Caravan Cutter onto the ladder. The crowd cheers as Fallon bounces off the ladder and falls onto his back. The members of the front row reach over the barricade and slap it wildly as a near-deafening "MICKY" chant starts up.

Crowd: MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY! MICKY!

Grayson: He just gave Fallon a Caravan Cutter across the ladder!

Clement: And did you see how little give that ladder had. It didn't break or bend at all! That could have broken ribs or punctured a lung.

Mickey slowly turns over and begins to crawl towards the ladder. He reaches over, grabs Fallon by the arm, and drags his limp body underneath the ladder. He makes the cover, but the ref is still on the outside. Micky looks around and sees that the ref isn't in the ring. So he rolls to the outside, grabs the ref and rolls him back into the ring. After Micky rolls himself back in, he crawls back over to Fallon and makes the cover.

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

The crowd cheers as Micky is announced as the winner.

Clement: He's done it! He's done it! He's finally put Fallon down! He's the first man to blemish Fallon's perfect record here in FGA! And now he's got himself a FGA Championship Match!

"Teenage Kicks" blasts over the PA as Micky slowly rolls off of Fallon and onto his back. The ref kneels down and holds up Micky's arm in the air to a monster pop from the crowd. Members of the first few rows get up from out of their seats and slap the barricade widlly. Meanwhile, cheers and applause can also be heard throughout the crowd. The ref waves for some assistance, presumably medical, to be brought down to the ring. Fallon hasn't moved an inch while Micky appears to be in a great amount of pain. He slowly raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.....