Final Frontier: Night 2 (12.23.17)

[FGA Office]

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Triple Threat Tag Team Match for the FGA World Tag Team Championship! Here are the rules! Two grapplers will start out of the match. A grappler can tag out to his or her own partner, as well as a member of an opposing team. In addition, when one grappler exits the ring, either his or her partner, or a member of an imposing team, can enter the ring and assume the spot of one of the two legal participants. In this match, it is first fall to a finish. The team that gets the winning fall will walk out the FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

The arena lights slowly dim as the doom-laden synths of “Another Chance” blast out across the arena, and as they dim blue lights fill the entranceway, growing in brightness as the music gets more intense, and as the main hook grows the pairing of Mark Bisley emerge at the top of the ramp, Bisley with an arm raised as he surveys all before him while Majima wears a stony expression

As they walk down the ramp, Bisley stops and holds his arms apart and tilts his head back to tell the entire arena he is here, while Majima stands directly behind him with his arms held aloft as he looks directly towards the ring, with the pair almost resembling the Vitruvian Man as they do this

Melanie Sierra: Introducing team number one! Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 443 pounds! They are the team of Mark Bisley and Shintaro Majima… SMAAAAAART STYYYYYLE!!!

Making their way to ringside, Bisley lifts himself onto the apron and adopts a kneeling position, pointing to the side of his head a couple of times, while Majima stands beside him and removes his sunglasses, looking out into the crowd. A moment later, Majima steps into the ring while Bisley rolls under the ropes before getting back to a knee in the ring, running his hand on the canvas to say this is my ring while Majima stands behind him rubbing the back of each hand in his palms.

Geoff Penzer: Smart Style have spent the last several weeks pitting both brands and GMs against each other while inserting themselves into the Tag Title picture. They feel that they deserve this opportunity. They feel that they belong here. Tonight is their chance to back up all of their talk and prove that they are the top team in FGA.

...Spoken...
"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his tag team partner Peaches hanging onto his arm. They pose for the fans, giving head nods to as many of their supporters as they can before they begin heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 332 pounds! They are the team of Dan Herrera and Peaches, the POLYCHROMATIC LIIIIOOOON ATTAAAAACK SQUUUAAAAAAD!!!

There's no turning back tonight.
Kiss me one last time[

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair climb into the ring. Peaches immediately climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and poses with her fists raised into the air while, on the opposite side of the ring, Dan poses in a similar manner on the other turnbuckle. The music dies down as the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad members climb down, ready to start the match.

Geoff Penzer: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are looking to reclaim the titles that they were bested for recently. If they had it their way, this would be simply two on two against The Chaotics. Now with Smart Style in the mix, they could lose this match without even being apart of the winning fall.

The lights in the arena slowly fade to darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, back turned toward the ring. As the lights in the arena begin to systematically brighten, it becomes clear that the figure is Ashlyn De Luca. The arena plunges into darkness once more, earning a cheap pop from the live audience for theatrics-- before all of the lights scream to life, casting a blinding glow down on the pair at the top of the ramp. While Ashlyn De Luca now faces the ring, arms still above her head, our camera swing to reveal Logan standing with his back to hers, arms held out straight to the side. Ashlyn lowers her arms, pointing a two-handed “finger gun” toward the camera with a smirk, though she abandons it as she and the hooded Logan Alexander abruptly part, marching toward the ring with a purpose.

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents! Making their ay to the ring at a total combined weight of 368 pounds! They are the team of Logan Alexander and Ashyln De Luca… THE CHAAAAOOOOOOTICCCCCSSSSS!!!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience while Logan walks to the ring apron, stepping inside. Ashlyn ever-so-faintly smiles into the audience again before rushing to the barricade. Our hard camera takes over, with Ashlyn leaping onto the barricade, arms wide as she screams back out into the raucous audience. Behind her, Logan mounts the bottom-and-middle ropes, arms held to his side in a similar pose. Ashlyn drops from the barricade, sliding into the ring beneath the ropes and Logan, hopping to her feet on the opposite side of the ring, screaming out into the other side of the audience as they rise to their feet.

Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics head into this match with two sets of targets on their backs. Things are still heated between The Chaotics and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, especially between Ashlyn De Luca and Peaches. Meanwhile, The Chaotics, especially Logan Alexander, have been downright dismissive of Smart Style.

Logan drops down from the ropes and bumps forearms with De Luca in the center of the ring as they pass each other, mounting opposite corners to look out into the masses. The Chaotics remove their hoodies, tossing them simultaneously into the crowd as their music fades.

TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH
FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) The Chaotics vs. Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad vs. Smart Style

The bell sounds as PLAS and The Chaotics rush over and double team each member of Smart Style.

Geoff Penzer: Smart Style have quickly found themselves overmatched!

The cheers continue as PLAS takes Mark Bisley, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the corner while the crowd counts along.

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NINE!

TEN!

In the opposite corner, Ashlyn De Luca is unloading on Shintaro Majima with repeated jabs, followed by a European Uppercut. Logan Alexander then steps in and gives The Strong Style Savior a series of knife edge chops. Chaos Stryke turns around and sees Dan Herrera staring back at him. The two veterans of the wrestling biz give each other a knowing nod before taking each member of Smart Style and delivering a hard irish whip, causing Bisley and Majima to crash into each other in the center of the ring! As Bisley stumbles back, Herrera and Peaches grab him from behind and deliver a double belly to back suplex, sending Bisley rolling over their shoulder, over the top rope and down to the floor! Meanwhile, Alexander turns Majima around, delivers an inverted atomic drop and holds him in place for De Luca, who runs into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Majima down with a stiff lariat! Alexander makes the cover while De Luca turns and raises her arms in victory.

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Herrera and Peaches drag Alexander off of Majima.

De Luca turns and does a double take when she sees Peaches hovering near Alexander. As Alexander returns to his feet, De Luca marches over and shoves Peaches, which garners an “OOOOH!” from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Oh boy, here we go!

Peaches shakes her head at De Luca before marching back over and returning the favor with a shove of her own. De Luca looks Peaches up and does before whacking her across the face with an open palm strike! Peaches grimaces as she touches the side of her face. The Peach State Cutie narrows her eyes before walloping De Luca with a sap of her own, which causes De Luca’s whole body to turn around! An “OOOOOH!” can be heard from the crowd while Peaches trash talks her rival. Once De Luca turns around, the two grapplers begin trading punches in the center of the ring.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches and De Luca aren’t holding anything back!

While the fists fly between Peaches and De Luca, Herrera and Alexander watch on… before slowly turning their attention back to each other. The two grapplers give each other a knowing nod before exchanging blows.

Geoff Penzer: Now Herrera and Alexander are getting into it!

PLAS and The Chaotics continue to slug it out in the center of the ring until The Chaotics begin to gain the upperhand. De Luca and Alexander begin to knock Peach and Herrera back towards the ropes. While both members of PLAS appear to be rocked, The Chaotics then turn and run into the far ropes. Instead of coming back, Smart Style pop out of nowhere on the outside and yank The Chaotics down to the mat. The crowd boos as The Chaotics are dragged to the outside. Bisley takes Alexander and whips him hard into the steel steps while De Luca gets thrown down with a Uranage from Majima!

Smart Style tower over De Luca while Peaches bounces against the ropes. When Bisley & Majima turn their attention back to the ring, the crowd explodes with cheers when Peaches leaps through the ropes and knocks Majima down with a suicide dive!

Geoff Penzer: Peaches just took out The Strong Style Savior!

Bisley goes to get back into the ring. As soon as he climbs up onto the apron, Herrera hurls himself through the ropes and tackles Bisley off the apron with a spear! The crowd erupts with cheers as Bisley falls hard to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: What a spear from Herrera! Bisley goes down hard!

PLAS pick up Majima and roll him back inside. After they slide back in, they pick up Majima and whip him into the ropes. When he returns, Herrera brings him down with a drop toe hold before Peaches delivers an elbow drop to the back. Herrera pulls Majima back up before whipping him into the ropes. When Majima returns, PLAS throw him down with a double hip toss. They then each grab a leg. After raising the legs, PLAS deliver a wishbone, causing Majima to howl in pain. Peaches then heads out onto the apron while Herrera brings Majima back to his feet. Herrera lifts up Majima and holds him in place with a bearhug while Peaches climbs the turnbuckles. As soon as Peaches reaches the top, De Luca slides back in and knocks Majima down with a stiff lariat!

Herrera does a double take when he sees that it was De Luca who knocked Majima down and not Peaches. De Luca then doubles over Herrera with a spinning back kick to the midsection before knocking him down with an Axe Kick to the back of the head. Once De Luca turns to her right and looks up, her eyes widen as Peaches leaps off the top turnbuckle and brings her down with a diving crossbody block!

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De Luca kicks out.

Peaches picks up De Luca and goes for an irish whip. But De Luca reverses, sending Peaches into the corner. De Luca runs over towards the corner to attack. But Peaches runs out of the corner and knocks her down with a forearm strike. De Luca gets back up. But Peaches is right there to knock her down with another running forearm strike. Peaches pulls De Luca back up and shoots her into the ropes. When De Luca returns, she goes for a crossbody block. But Peaches catches her and follows up with a fallaway slam. After De Luca rolls out onto the apron, she slowly pulls herself up using the ropes. Peaches sees De Luca in position and is quick to try and attack advantage. The Peach State Cutie rushes across the ring and motions for a spear through the ropes. But De Luca counters with a hard knee to the head, knocking Peaches back inside. While Peaches holds her head, De Luca begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, Bisley hops onto the apron and shoves her off, sending her crashing down hard on the floor! Bisley turns his attention back to Peaches and begins waving her up. Once Peaches returns to her feet, Bisley’s about to go for a springboard lariat. He jumps into the air. But before he can land on the top rope, Alexander reaches up from the floor, grabs Bisley by the ankle and yanks him down. The crowd cheers when Bisley smacks his face on the edge of the apron before getting taken down by a Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT)!

Geoff Penzer: Bisley gets dropped right on his head with a DDT!

Peaches sees what’s happening on the outside. So she turns and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Alexander slides in and throws her down with the Chaotic Impact (STO)! He makes the cover.

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Peaches kicks out.

Alexander moves Peaches into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. He then brings one half of the former Tag Champs out of the corner and whips her into the far ropes. When she returns, she sees Alexander setting up for a back body drop. So she counters with a sitout facebuster. The cheers continue as Peaches pulls Alexander back up before bringing him down with an Overdrive. She makes the cover.

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Alexander kicks out.

Peaches takes Alexander and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner and hurls herself at Alexander with a running butt bump. But Alexander’s able to move out of the way, sending Peaches crashing back-first into the turnbuckle. Alexander then heads back into the corner, takes Peaches and sits her down on the top turnbuckle. Alexander climbs up onto the middle ropes and is about to grab Peaches for a superplex when Herrera rolls back in, heads into the corner and lifts Alexander up onto his shoulders! Herrera takes a few steps back from the corner while Peaches stands up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers when PLAS deliver an electric chair lift/missile dropkick combo! Peaches pulls over Alexander and makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Bisley dives over and breaks up the pin while Majima tackles Herrera against the ropes. The Strong Style Savior delivers repeated shoulder thrusts to the ribs before taking Herrera and tossing him through the ropes and to the outside. Back in the ring, Bisley stomps Alexander to the outside before turning his attention back to Peaches. Smart Style pull her up to her feet before sending her into the ropes. When she returns, Smart Style throw her down with a double japanese arm drag. After pulling up Peaches and whipping her into the corner, Bisley runs over and connects with a corner elbow smash before whipping her back over to Majima, who knocks her down with a double handed chop. The boos continue as Majima takes Peaches and whips her back into the corner. Smart Style then head over and send Peaches slumping down in the corner with alternating knife edge chops and backhand chops. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, Smart Style rush over and nail Peaches with a combination facewash/dropkick. The boos continue as Bisley drags Peaches from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Bisley heads over and tags in Majima. Once The Strong Style Savior gets in, Smart Style takes Peaches and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, they deliver the Wicked Repellant (pop-up from Majima into a superkick from Bisley). The boos continue as Majima makes the cover.

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Majima heads over and tags Bilsey back in. Bisley pulls up Peaches and delivers the Iwo Uwais (cravate with repeated knees to the head) before bringing her down with Greetings from the Twin Cities (hangman’s neckbreaker across the knee). He makes the cover.

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Credit to Peaches for continuing to avoid the three count. But this match has been all Smart Style for the past few minutes. She really needs to make that tag before Bisley & Majima wear her down even more.

Bisley takes Peaches, moves her into the corner and delivers the Minnesota Buzzsaw (repeated shoot kicks to the chest). After doubling Peaches over with a rolling solebutt kick, Bisley pulls Peaches from out of the corner by the hair and hoists her up for the Blind Destiny (canadian backbreaker rack dropped into a double knee gutbuster). But Peaches is able to slip down from behind, quickly turn around and pull Bisley down with a Lungblower! The cheers continue as Bisley bounces off of Peaches’ knees before rolling across the ring.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches takes down Bisley! She’s got her opening. But can she take advantage? Can she make her way back to the corner and tag out?

Herrera climbs back up onto the apron and reaches out for the tag. Just past the middle of the ring is Peaches, who is slowly turning over on all fours. Herrera can be seen slapping the top turnbuckle with his left hand while keeping his right hand held out for his tag partner. Meanwhile, Bisley continues to writhe in pain from the Lungblower.

Geoff Penzer: Bisley is still down. Peaches just might be able to make it to the corner and make the long overdue tag to the fresh Herrera.

Herrera continues to cheer Peaches on while she struggles to pull herself across the mat. The crowd is solidly behind The Peach State Cutie while she continues to claw across the apron. Just as Peaches is about to make the tag, De Luca rolls in, runs over and knocks Herrera off the apron and to the floor with a front dropkick! De Luca then turns, grabs Peaches up off the mat and tosses her through the ropes and to the outside! Once Bisley returns to his feet and turns around, the crowd cheers when De Luca knocks him down with the Syxx Kick (running double spinning wheel kick)! She makes the cover.

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Majima dives over to break up the pin. But De Luca rolls out of the way, causing Majima to land on Bisley!

When Majima gets to his feet and turns around, he’s met with jabs, slaps and European Uppercuts from De Luca. She then goes for an irish whip. But Majima reverses, sending her into the ropes. When De Luca returns, Majima throws her down with a Uragaeshi. Majima then pulls De Luca back to her feet and scoops her up across his shoulder for the Kurimuzon Taki (Emerald Flowsion). Before Majima can drop her on her head, Alexander rolls back in, grabs De Luca and pulls her off Majima’s shoulder from behind. When Majima turns around, Alexander nails him with repeated punches to the face. He then goes for an irish whip. But Majima reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, Majima throws out a running forearm smash. But Alexander ducks and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, he takes Majima off his feet with a lariat takedown. Majima gets back to his feet when Alexander rushes back over and connects with a step-up enzuigiri. He then picks up Majima, grabs him from behind and throws him down with a forward russian legsweep. Alexander pushes him over and makes the cover.

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Majima gets his shoulder up.

Alexander picks up Majima and whip him into the corner. Chaos Stryke rushes over to attack, but Majima nails him with a back elbow strike. After tossing Alexander into the corner, Majima unleashes a series of machinegun chops to the chest. He then takes Alexander and whips him into the opposite corner. Majima runs across the ring and connects with the Kao No Nai (corner yakuza kick)! After pulling Alexander from out of the corner, he hooks Alexander arms from behind and delivers the Tora O Rirīsu (release tiger suplex)! The boo continue when Majima pulls up Alexander and drops him on the back of his neck with another Tora O Rirīsu! The Strong Style Savior slowly pulls up Alexander before delivering him folded up with yet another Tora O Rirīsu!

Geoff Penzer: Majima’s intentionally going after the neck of Alexander, which was hurt a couple of months back when he took a Muscle Buster from Herrera!

Majima pulls up Alexander’s motionless body from off the mat and scoops him up across his shoulder to set up the Kurimuzon Taki! When Majima turns around, De Luca connects with a spinning heel kick, knocking Majima (and Alexander) down!

Geoff Penzer: De Luca with timely save!

While Alexander slowly rolls out onto the apron, De Luca sends Majima into the corner with an irish whip. She runs over to attack when Majima ducks and dumps her over the top rope. After De Luca lands on her feet, she knocks Majima back with a rope-assisted gamengiri when Majima turns around, De Luca then springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and drives him down with a diving double knee drop! After rolling off of Majima, she sees Peaches climbing back up on the apron. So De Luca runs over, baseball slides to the outside, grabs Peaches and yanks her off the apron. After Peaches smacks her face on the apron, De Luca hops onto the apron, quickly steps back towards the ring post, runs forward along the apron, jumps off and plants Peaches with a diving Tornado DDT! De Luca gets to her feet and sees Herrera near the opposite side of the nearby ring post. So De Luca runs towards the ring, leaps through the ropes and plants him with a Torpedo DDT!

Geoff Penzer: De Luca’s DDTing everything in sight!

De Luca climbs back up onto the apron and waits for Majima to get into position. Once Majina gets back to a vertical base and turns around, De Luca delivers a springboard flying hurricanrana! De Luca picks up Majima and pushes him down to set up for the Crashlanata (Styles Clash) when Bisley comes out of nowhere and connects with a superkick to the side of the head!

Bisley picks up De Luca and before Smart Style deliver the Kokoro (combination northern lights suplex/backbreaker combination). Majima then picks up De Luca and whips her into the ropes. When De Luca returns, Majima brings her down with a drop toe hold before Bisley connects with a Lionsault across her back. Majima heads to the outside while Bisley turns her over and makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Bisley heads over and tags Majima back in. Once Bisley gets out on the outside, Majima lifts up up onto his shoulders before Smart Style deliver the Bakumatsu (springboard lariat/powerbomb combo)! The boos continue as Majima makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Close call there for one half of the Tag Champs.

Majima tags in Bisley. While Bisley climbs the turnbuckles, Majima picks up De Luca, lifts her up onto his shoulders with an electric chair lift and turns to face away from the corner. Once Bisley gets to the top, he leaps off to go for the Six Stars (Doomsday Cutter). But De Luca reverses into a victory roll, causing Bisley to whiff!

Geoff Penzer: Well-timed counter there by De Luca. If Smart Style had delivered the Six Stars, we would have certainly had new Tag Champs.

De Luca runs over to attack Bisley when he catches her with a surprise superkick. After De Luca is knocked back, Bisley follows up with a (high speed running front dropkick to the knee). Bisley then delivers a rolling solebutt kick to the face before pulling De Luca back to her feet and delivers the MOTY (Shiranui)! The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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Herrera dives over and breaks up the pin.

Geoff Penzer: What a save by Herrera! These match scenarios don’t work out in the favor of the participants and especially the champions. If Herrera was a half a second too late on that save, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad would have lost out on their chance at regaining the titles without being pinned or submitted.

While De Luca slowly rolls to the outside, Herrera picks up Bisley and goes for an irish whip. But Bisley reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Herrera returns, Bisley throws out a kick to the midsection. After Herrera catches his foot, he swings Bisley’s leg away from him. Bisley uses the momentum to turn and throw out the Minnesota Hammer (rolling polish hammer). But Herrera ducks, scoops Bisley up across his shoulders and deliver a Samoan Drop. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Bisley gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Bisley and whips him into the ropes. When Bisley returns, Herrera sets up for a back body drop. But Bisley stops and hooks both arms to set up the Bisley Special (double underhook suplex floated over into a guillotine choke). Before Bisley can deliver the suplex, Herrera counters with a back body drop. Herrera picks up Bisley and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and bashes Bisley with a discus elbow strike! After sitting Bisley up on the top turnbuckle, Herrera grabs Bisley, turns and heads out of the corner to deliver the Walking Papers (muscle buster) when Alexander knocks him down with a spear!

Geoff Penzer: Alexander with a huge spear on Herrera! If Herrera would have dropped Bisley with the Walking Papers, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad would have been walking out of Final Frontier as the new Tag Champs!

As Majima slowly rolls to the outside, Alexander makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Alexander picks up Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Alexander reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Alexander runs past him into the ropes. When Alexander turns around, the crowd explodes with cheers when Herrera nearly breaks him in half with a spear!

Geoff Penzer: Dan Herrera just showed Logan Alexander how it’s done with a huge spear! Alexander has to have a broken rib or three.

Herrera picks up Alexander and moves him into the corner. After sitting Alexander up on the top turnbuckle, Herrera goes to grab him for the Walking Papers when De Luca comes up from behind and applies a waist lock. So Herrera lets go of Alexander to nail De Luca with repeated elbows to the face. The last of which knocks De Luca back towards the center of the ring. Herrera then turns around, runs out of the corner, lunges at De Luca and goes for a spear. But De Luca dives out of the way, causing Herrera to accidentally spear Peaches! The crowd gasps as Peaches and Herrera’s bodies fly through the air before Peaches lands hard on the canvas.

Geoff Penzer: OH NO! Herrera just caught Peaches with the spear by accident.

Herrera gets up and looks down in shock before De Luca rushes over and hops onto his shoulders from behind. The momentum sends Herrera staggering forward until De Luca turns herself around on his shoulders and flips back, delivering a hurricanrana over the top rope! While Herrera falls to the floor, De Luca hangs onto the top rope before pulling herself back in! After Alexander climbs down from out of the corner, De Luca picks up Peaches, lifts her up and delivers the Buckle Bomb, followed by a corner spear from Alexander!

Geoff Penzer: Chaotic Corner!

While Alexander heads to the outside and fends off Bisley, De Luca picks Peaches back up, holds her upside down and then delivers the Crashlanta (Style Crash)! She turns Peaches over and sits up for the pin…

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THREE!

The crowd explodes with cheers when “Deadcruiser” blasts over the PA.

Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners and STIIIILLLLL the FGA World Tag Team Champions, THE CHAOTICS!

The cheers continue as The Chaotics get handed their championships. De Luca and Alexander then raise their titles in the air.

Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics have done it! They have successfully defended their FGA World Tag Team Titles! This match was not set up in the favor. They could have lost the titles without being pinned or submitted! But The Chaotics were able to overcome everything that both Smart Style and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad could throw at them and walked away still the champions! What a match!

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Dom Harter is standing with Molly Reid and Fenrys flanking him. No interviewer is present, however, as The New Murder look to be flying solo tonight. The Tenacious Little Bastard is ready dressed in his ring attire, along with the trademark leather jacket and bandana. Fenrys is dressed the same, while Molly is wearing a brand new New Murder top to go along with the signature bandana and sunglasses perched on top of her head.

Harter pulls down the bandana before he starts to speak, running a hand through his hair as he does so.

Dom Harter: Finally! The night we’ve all been waiting for has arrived. The biggest night in the FGA calendar…

He casts his gaze to both of his partners in crime, smirking all the while.

Dom Harter: ...and the night when The New Murder once again claim control of FGA. Once we just pluck these last few thorns from our sides, once we re-establish our foothold. Once we claim more gold for The New Murder.

Molly nods her head, smirking to herself as she stands on the precipice of becoming the FGA Undisputed Champion.

Dom Harter: But before Molly has that honor of defeating Johnny Karma in the main event, I have a problem I need to deal with. Some jacked up little Taff who doesn’t know when to back down. Some prole who dreams too big. Someone who doesn’t realize she’s out of her depth here: Lowri Moss.

The mention of the name is enough to cause Fenrys to shake his head angrily. He goes to speak, only for Dom to raise a finger to silence him.

Dom Harter: Not now, Fenrys. You see, there’s a theory that we didn’t need to end up walking this path together, Lowri; that I could’ve walked away after you scarred me. After you mutilated me--

He grabs hold of the blonde streak in his hair. Dom’s lips are pressed tightly together, his nostrils flaring for a moment of pure, unadulterated rage. But he manages to calm himself down enough to continue.

Dom Harter: --but what are the chances that I’d be the bigger man? Who really thought I’d let you get away with that, without you knowing that you brought this on yourself. Because now you’re stepping into that ring with the biggest name in FGA history. The most destructive force in FGA history. The most decorated man in FGA history! You’re stepping into that ring with the intention of...stopping me? Of making me pay for attacking you, for attacking Neal Fuckin’ Durden?!

The volume rises, venom and bile being spewed with each word of Neal’s name. And Dom exhales, scratching at his stubbled jaw as he speaks again.

Dom Harter: You’re welcome to try, Lowri. But at the end of the night, just remember, you brought this on yourself. You and that terrorist you call a tag team partner. Because you failed to be the bigger person. Because you failed to even walk away when you should’ve run. And tonight, Lowri Moss, you get what you deserve…

With that, Dom steps aside, letting Molly take center stage. The number one contender to Johnny Karma’s Undisputed Championship lowers her bandana as well and grins as the camera.

Molly Reid:And now we’re on to the REAL star of the show. Sorry Dommy…

Molly playfully shoves Dom’s shoulder as he pretends to be offended by her comment. She laughs before turning back to the camera.

Molly Reid: But seriously. How cool is this, the main event of the biggest night of the biggest show of the year? Last night was fun, but Night Two is THE night. This isn’t just a bunch of Lions’ Cup matches. This is the pinnacle of FGA, and I’m at the top. And I couldn’t be more excited. More prepared. Ready to finally become the FGA Undisputed Champion.

Molly grins as she pauses for a moment to let that all sink in.

Molly Reid: Karma, he’s had his fun. I think. Nobody really knows to be honest. Does he do anything outside of wrestling? You all cheer for him, but why? What does he do for you besides wrestle decent matches? As far as I know, the man just wrestles on show day, and then goes off privately with Cherry to do whatever they do together.

Dom Harter: And even then it’s probably not what we’re thinking.

Molly Reid: Ha, right? But seriously, it’s a mystery. He’s a ghost. He’s been a champion for almost four months now? Bet the average person wouldn’t have a clue he was even champion of this company. But you know who the average person would know? The New Murder. Yeah, that’s right. Ask any person, whether they watch wrestling or not, and they’d know who we are. Because we ARE wrestling. We are FGA. You can all sit there and boo us, hate us, throw shit at us, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re the best thing going in this company. And we have been for months. So, let me ask you this. Why wouldn’t you want a champion like me? Someone who will make sure the FGA Undisputed Championship is at the forefront of every wrestling discussion possible. Someone who will bring that title with her everywhere she goes around the world. Someone who can push FGA to new mainstream heights. But no, you’re all too stupid to realize what a great thing this is going to be. You all think Karma is a great champion because he ‘does it the right way’. Meanwhile, you all hate me because ‘Dom Harter’. You’ve certainly done a number on these people Dom.

Harter looks almost sheepish, smirking for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders.

Dom Harter: ….bygones!

Molly Reid: But whatever. You all better come to terms with it real quick. Because after tonight, you’re all going to have to get used to calling me Molly Reid, FGA Undisputed Champion. Because Karma’s time is up. He’s had a fun championship reign. Beat Izzy and her goons. Defended twice. But that’s all he’s going to get. Because tonight he runs into a woman who isn’t going to take a loss for an answer. I’m getting in that ring and I’m going to put Karma through worse hell than he’s ever been put through in a match. He’s never wrestled someone who can attack him as fast and for as long as I can without tiring out. I’m going to give him everything I possibly have and I’m going to beat him. I’m going to Molly Kick his head clean off his shoulders, and I’m going to pin him right in the middle of the ring, in front of all you people. And then my New Murder friends will come down to that ring and celebrate with me. And you’ll all be forced to accept that FGA is the New Murder’s company now, not the other way around. We’re going to run this place. Karma, Page, Shootcamp, anyone who’s doubted us, who’s doubted me, they’re in for a rude goddamn awakening tonight after they see what I do in the main event.

Molly’s voice is raising as she grows more focused, her face turning more and more serious as she finishes her speech. Dom and Fenrys can be seen in the background nodding in agreement with what Molly’s saying as she continues.

Molly Reid: Because Karma’s time is done. It’s my time now! Boo me all you want, hate me for whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m the future of this company! I’m the next FGA great! And nobody is going to stand in my way! People will look back at this Final Frontier and remember exactly what happened here. And you all watching, here in Albany, at home on TV, on your computer, wherever. You’ll all be forced to acknowledge my greatness. Because whether you like it or not, after tonight, you’ll all have to call me Molly Reid, FGA Undisputed Champion.

Dom Harter: And you’ll learn, once and for all, that you do not cross The New Murder.

All three members throw their arms out to the side, posing in the familiar position for a moment, before they pull their bandanas back up. The trio head off screen as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

GRUDGE MATCH
Dom Harter vs. Lowri Moss

Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy. The last two nights have been filled with twists and turns, but perhaps no other match on Final Frontier is quite as personal as this.

Stephy Auger: I couldn’t agree more, Cruise. For too long Lowri Moss has been antagonizing Dom Harter, begging for this match. And now she’s finally going to get her just desserts!

Kris Cruise: That’s–what? No that’s not even close. We understand this started with a prank war and escalated from there. With Dom Harter upping the ante when he cost Lowri Moss a match against the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Sadie San Francisco.

Stephy Auger: And when he gave us all a respite from Neal Durden, reinjuring his ankle to put him out for months now.

Kris Cruise: A few weeks ago Lowri thought she’d got the better of Dom and the New Murder when she caught him with a chair shot, and gave Jaelynn Ramsey a superkick for her troubles! But tonight they meet one on one! And I can’t wait for this, Stephy.

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

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd really, really begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain, and the boos grow even louder! The Tenacious Little Bastard throws his arms out to either side, soaking in the reaction from the Albany crowd as he looks around the arena. As he begins moving down the aisle, strolling slowly as he pulls the bandana down from over his face to reveal the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds ... He is 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' DOM HARTER!

Harter climbs up the ring steps and waits on the apron. One last look around the crowd as he poses again, making a cut throat gesture. The crowd boo again as Dom steps into the ring. He removes his leather jacket and bandana, placing them in the corner as ‘Low Self Opinion’ starts to die down.

Stephy Auger: Do you think Lowri Moss knows what she’s getting into here, Cruise?

Kris Cruise: I think she’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, Stephy. I think she’s been getting ready for this for weeks – maybe even months! And we’ll see that as soon as she steps through those curtains.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent…

The arena falls silent for a moment until, finally, "New Blood" by Zayde Wolf plays over the PA system. The crowd immediately burst out into an overwhelming chorus of cheers! And once the song's intro finishes, through the curtains - and out onto the stage - walks Lowri Moss! She takes a moment to scan the crowd, soaking in the reaction as thousands and thousands of fans are chanting her name.

J.A. Aldridge: …Hailing from Llanelli, Wales. She is LOWRI MOSS!

A look of pure determination on her face as Lowri makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her. After arriving at ringside, Lowri climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, before heading for one of the corners and climbing to the second rope. There are further cheers and more applause for Lowri from the fans, and she soaks in the reaction for several seconds, as she again surveys the crowd.

Kris Cruise: There she is, and, Stephy, I’d say Lowri Moss looks ready for action!

The bell sounds to start the match, and both competitors emerge from their respective corners. The Albany fans rallying behind their favorite with a “Lets Go, Lowri!” chant. Harter’s already got his mouth running, jabbing his finger at Lowri before making that same cut throat gesture from earlier.

The crowd begin to boo as Dom smirks down at his opponent. But those jeers turn to cheers as Lowri sticks both middle fingers up at Dom, before laying into him with some forearm strikes to the face!

Kris Cruise: And here we go!

Lowri backs her opponent against the ropes, firing off repeated shots to the face before she goes for an Irish whip. But Dom manages to reverse it. The Welsh woman is sent running across the ring, only to return with a flying forearm smash that knocks Dom down! The crowd cheer again as both wrestlers scramble to get back to their feet. Lowri lunges forward again with another forearm smash, and again Dom goes down.

Harter’s reeling as he staggers, stumbling backwards towards the corner as Lowri charges in with a high knee strike to the face. With her opponent backed against the turnbuckle, Lowri unloads; an alternating series of chops and forearm strikes force Dom down into a seated position, before Lowri switches her attack to stomps. Five, ten, fifteen stomps as the referee struggles to control the action. Not that either he nor the fans care that much.

Stephy Auger: She’s crazy, Cruise. And it looks like the rule book has been thrown out of the window already.

Kris Cruise: Relaxed rules tonight, Stephy. Nothing's going to come between these two, not tonight.

Eventually, Lowri does back away as the roaring crowd only serve to encourage her. That look of pure determination on her face still as Dom takes the opportunity to roll out under the bottom rope to catch his breath. But he doesn’t have long, however, before Moss steps out onto the apron. Dom has his back to her, but turns around in time to see Lowri charging in with a boot to the face!

She drops down off the apron and chases after Dom, peppering him across the back with more forearm strikes before sending Harter towards the ring steps – NO! Dom reverses the Irish whip attempt, and it’s Lowri who’s sent shoulder first into the cold, unforgiving steel! The crowd boo again as Harter leans back against the guard rail, nursing his jaw as he admires his handiwork. Moss grabs hold of the skirting, trying to lift herself back to a vertical base as Dom moves in, grabbing her by the hair, and slamming her face first into the apron.

Stephy Auger: One mistake. That’s all it takes when you’re in the ring with Dom Harter.

Kris Cruise: They’re not technically in the ring…

Stephy Auger: Hey, I’m the facetious one here, Cruise.

Lowri staggers away, but Dom quickly grabs her and rolls her into the ring before sliding in afterwards. Moss gets back to her feet, albeit doubled over, as Dom rushes her with a lifting knee strike to the face! Lowri stands up and spins around, as Dom continues running. He hits the ropes and comes back with a thunderous lariat, knocking Lowri down! Dom drops down to the mat and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

The crowd cheer as Lowri gets the shoulder up in time. Dom doesn’t waste any time, though; he rolls Lowri over onto her front and slaps the back of her head as he stands over her, before dropping a knee down across the small of her back. Moss howls in pain as Dom does it again. He switches tactic, stomping instead before he drags Lowri back to her feet. A fierce Irish whip sends her towards the corner, and Lowri hits with such impact that she has to hold onto the top rope with both hands to stop herself from falling to the mat. Dom moves in again, though, unleashing several chops to the chest before sending Lowri from pillar to post with another vicious Irish whip.

Moss hits the far turnbuckle with force again, and again she has to hold onto the ropes to stay upright. Dom takes a moment to beat his chest, taunting the crowd about what he’s going to do to their idol; they boo him accordingly, and Dom charges across the ring – right into a big boot to the face! The crowd pop as The Tenacious Little Bastard staggers back a step, giving Lowri the time she needs to climb to the middle rope. As he recovers and steps forward, Lowri leaps off with a tornado DDT that spikes Dom head first in the center of the ring!

Kris Cruise: What a tornado DDT there by Lowri Moss! And that’s certainly one way to get back into the match.

Stephy Auger: That’s not enough to keep someone like Dom down, and you know it.

Neither competitor is quick to their feet; Lowri crawls towards the ropes, holding her back as she stands back up. Meanwhile, Dom is feeling the effects of that tornado DDT. He’s met by some shoot kicks to the chest as he rises. Lowri not letting up as she finishes with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. But Harter stays upright, on one knee as Lowri runs against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a shining wizard! And a hook of the leg as Lowri covers.

Kris Cruise: The shining wizard connects! Lowri might have it here!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: Lowri might have it? Are you trying to sound extra stupid tonight, Cruise?

Kris Cruise: You can continue backing him all you want, Stephy, but there’s no denying that Lowri Moss is taking the fight to The Tenacious Little Bastard here.

Harter rolls away and towards the ropes as Lowri stays on him, punching and kicking to stop Dom from getting back to his feet. It doesn’t work, though, and he stands back up. Lowri continues wailing away with rights and lefts as Harter does his best to cover up. As the punches slow, Dom lets down his guard – and gets a headbutt square to the bridge of the nose! The crowd cheer again as Dom staggers away, clutching at his nose as the blood begins to flow. But Lowri doesn’t slow down. A running clothesline follows, sending Dom all the way over the top rope and down to the floor outside.

Lowri stands tall in the center of the ring, raising her arms as she encourages the fans to make more noise – and they gladly oblige! The “Lets Go, Lowri!” chants sounding out throughout the Times Union Center as the Welsh woman ascends to the top rope. She’s waiting for Dom to stand back up on the outside, which he eventually does so … as Lowri flies off the top with a crossbody block!

Kris Cruise: Holy–Lowri Moss going high risk, and I think it paid off!

Stephy Auger: That could’ve gone horribly wrong, but Dom took the full brunt of that one, Cruise.

Indeed, Dom’s down on the outside as Lowri Moss stands back up. A momentary wince as she clutches her lower back again, before she rolls into the ring. Moss waits there for a moment, motioning for Dom to stand back up. And again, he does so with the aid of the guard rails. But as Dom turns around to face the ring, he’s met by a suicide dive from Lowri Moss that sends him hurtling back into the steel railing! The crowd pop again as Lowri grabs The Tenacious Little Bastard by the blonde streak in his hair, and bounces him head first off the ring apron. Then the steps. And finally she rolls him back into the ring.

But, somehow, Dom gets right back to his feet inside the ring as Lowri slides in after him. She ducks the sloppy lariat attempt and counters with a side kick, doubling Dom over before hitting a sitout jawbreaker! Dom flies backwards into the corner again as Lowri rolls backwards and pops to her feet, before charging in with a running forearm smash to the face! Harter’s staggered again, but Lowri keeps hold of him as she climbs up onto the middle rope – before leaping off with a diamond dust! Harter’s head bouncing off her shoulder as Lowri seems to be feeling the impact of that one too. She fights through the pain in her lower back, however, as she covers Dom.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Dom throws the shoulder up at the last minute, and Lowri sits up in disappointment,

Stephy Auger: Effortlessly kicking out there, Cruise. Do you think Lowri has enough in her to keep a man like Dom down? Better wrestlers than her have tried.

Kris Cruise: After everything that Dom’s put her through in recent months, I think Lowri has enough anger in her to deliver a shock tonight. She’s fighting with everything she has in there.

Stephy Auger: And it hasn’t been enough yet!

The crowd boo again as Dom rolls out under the bottom rope, nursing his jaw and bloody nose as he tries to recuperate. Lowri’s slow to her feet, her back acting up after that diamond dust. But it doesn’t stop her. She stands back up and sees that Dom’s escaped the ring again. So she approaches the ropes and leans through, grabbing him by the hair – only to get a thumb to the eye!

Stephy Auger: Ingenuity there, Dom Harter just fighting on instinct.

More boos follow as Dom hoists himself up onto the apron – only to get met by a knee to the side of the head. That’s enough to send him back down to the outside as Lowri picks herself up once again, and this time runs against the far ropes. She comes back with a suicide dive through the ropes, looking for a tornado DDT–

Kris Cruise: Tornado D–wait a second!

–Harter manages to catch her in mid-air, and counters as he runs forward to send Lowri Moss back first against the ring apron! The Welsh woman howls out in pain as she falls to the floor, clutching the base of her spine in agony. Dom’s dropped to one knee as he’s catching his breath again, but stands back up as he looks out across the crowd. The boos do little to endear the Albany crowd to The Tenacious Little Bastard, so he just flips them off before stomping at Lowri’s back.

The shift in momentum becomes more evident as Harter picks his opponent up again, and he sends Lowri crashing back first into the guard rail, before delivering a side slam on the outside. Lowri howls louder than before as her back bounces off the thin protective mats, and Dom just sits next to her with a smile on his face.

Stephy Auger: One mistake, Cruise. I said it before and I’ll say it again, Lowri can’t afford to make a mistake if she wants to pull off the upset here.

Kris Cruise: Perhaps she went to the well one too many times there.

Stephy Auger: And now she’s paying for that mistake. Dom’s already targeting that lower back, and it’s only going to get worse for her from here.

Harter stands over his opponent, blood dripping from his nose as he lazily kicks at her, asking Lowri if she’s dead. But she’s not. So, Dom rolls her over onto her front again as he stomps at the back, before driving a knee down across the base of her spine. Dom eventually does lift Lowri back up by the waistband, before lifting her for a suplex that ends with Lowri being dropped back first across the ring apron! The crowd boo as Harter pushes her back into the ring, before he taunts the fans some more.

One fan in particular; a young boy sitting on the front row with a ‘Train. Fight. Win’ sign in support of Lowri Moss. Dom takes the sign from him and rips it into four pieces, much to the chagrin of the fans in attendance. And the boos grow even louder as Dom throws the pieces into the air over the young boy’s head.

Kris Cruise: That’s just uncalled for. Despicable behavior here.

Dom turns his attention back to the task at hand as he climbs up onto the apron, only to be met by a shoulder thrust to the gut. The crowd immediately start cheering again as Lowri throws a couple of forearm strikes, before Dom ducks under one and counters with a guillotine down across the top rope!

Moss rolls backwards, getting back to her feet while still holding her throat in pain as Dom steadies himself on the apron, before leaping into the ring with a springboard codebreaker! Lowri’s head bouncing off his knees before Dom sits up, laughing his ass off after stealing Annie’s finishing move – albeit a poorly executed version. A hook of the leg follows.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Lowri throws the shoulder up in the nick of time, and the fans show their support!

Kris Cruise: He’s doing this to mess with her now, Stephy. Stealing a move from Lowri’s friend, just to try and get in her head.

Stephy Auger: To get in her head? He’s had residence there for months, Cruise, and you know it.

Kris Cruise: Bu–

Stephy Auger: And are we not going to praise Dom for trying something new? There’s just no pleasing you sometimes, you know that?

Dom brings Lowri up by the waist band again, delivering some strikes to the back before an Irish whip sends the Welsh woman hurtling to the corner. Harter charges in after her, catching Lowri with a stiff back elbow to the face! She staggers out of the corner, right into Dom’s waiting arms as he scoops her up onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry…into an overhead kick!

Kris Cruise: …Nirvana’s Fall?! That’s a Neal Durden move, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Really, because I think Dom just did it better than Neal ever has.

Lowri slumps to the mat again, and Dom doesn’t even bother hooking the leg this time. A forearm across the face as he covers.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Lowri gets the shoulder up, but Dom just throws it back down as he tries again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

The crowd cheer again as Lowri kicks out, and the smirk disappears from the face of The Tenacious Little Bastard. He looks towards the referee in disgust, asking how was that only a two count? But the official assures him it was. With the frustration growing, Dom drags his opponent up via a handful of hair, before he recklessly throws Lowri down with a body slam. He repeats the process again, yelling at Moss that she “brought this on herself!” Lowri’s dragged to her feet again, before Harter sends her to the corner with another Irish whip. A running double knee strike follows and Lowri slumps to a seated position, so Dom follows up with a running facewash, driving that boot right across Lowri’s face!

But even that isn’t enough, as Dom yanks her up by the arm, and promptly plants Lowri head first into the mat with a fisherman buster! This time he hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOOO!

Stephy Auger: How does she keep kicking out of these?

Kris Cruise: Lowri Moss showing her heart right here, Stephy. She’s not giving up easily, and Dom Harter is going to need to keep that temper in check lest he make any mistakes.

Harter pounds the mat in frustration before getting back to his feet. His hands clasped behind his head as he storms around the ring, giving Lowri time to recover. Moss manages to sit up, but that just gives Dom the opening he needed to deliver a stiff soccer kick to the spine! Lowri yells out in pain again, and Dom drags her up by the hair. She’s pushed back against the ropes as Dom opens her chest up for some vicious knife edge chops. An Irish whip ensues as Lowri Moss is sent across the ring. She hits the far ropes and rebounds, getting caught by a side slam – NO! Lowri kicks her legs up and manages to counter with a headscissor takedown!

The crowd suddenly kick back into gear, but Dom’s on his feet first as he rushes in with a kick to the ribs. He drags Lowri upwards and whips her towards the corner again before charging in after her – only to see Lowri vault over him as Dom hits the turnbuckles chest first. His momentum carries him backwards, right into the arms of Lowri Moss and a German suplex!

Kris Cruise: What the?! A huge German suplex from Lowri Moss there! And she might’ve just found a way back into this!

Harter landing on his neck as he gets folded up, before rolling through to his knees. But Lowri isn’t there to capitalize, so he falls forward, landing face first on the mat. The crowd seem suitably impressed, however; they resume their Lowri Moss chant as she crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull herself back to a vertical base. And Lowri seems to be wanting to go high risk again.

Stephy Auger: Get up, Dom! Stop her!

Kris Cruise: What does Lowri have in mind here? She certainly doesn’t want to get caught up there.

Slowly, Moss raises herself onto the middle rope, before finally standing up on the top. But she took too long. Harter’s back on his feet as he moves towards the corner. A couple of right hands rock Lowri where she stands, and Dom begins to climb the ropes. He keeps firing off punches, before Lowri blocks one! And counters! And again! Another headbutt to the bridge of the nose and Dom’s reeling on the middle rope, holding on for dear life…

As Lowri reaches down to grab him around the midsection…

Before delivering a flip piledriver off the top rope!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Kris Cruise: Oh. My. God! Lowri Moss may have just killed Dom Harter right here at Final Frontier!

Stephy Auger: She’s crazy, Cruise! Insane! Certifiably insane!

Unsurprisingly, neither competitor is moving after that one. Dom flipped to the other side of the ring, and is currently face down on the mat as Lowri lies nearby, unable to move.

Kris Cruise: High impact, high reward. But how much did that take out of Lowri? How much energy does she have left in the tank?

Stephy Auger: Who cares about her?! She just tried to commit murder in that ring. No wonder she likes Neal Durden so much, they’re cut from the same cloth.

Still no movement from either competitor as the referee seriously starts contemplating whether to initiate the count out. But he’s saved from having to make the decision as Lowri starts to stir. Slowly, she forces herself up to all fours as the crawl towards the ropes begins. The fans rallying behind her as the “Lets Go, Lowri!” chant starts up again.

She finally makes it to the ropes, and Dom still hasn’t moved. Lowri makes it to her feet, and Dom still hasn’t moved. Slowly by surely, Lowri stumbles across to where her opponent is as she rolls him onto his back to make the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE???

Kris Cruise: Is that three?! Lowri Moss has beat-

Stephy Auger: Not so fast, Cruise!

The referee points to the bottom rope, where Dom managed to get his leg as Lowri Moss looks on in utter disbelief. Shock, disappointment, anger, all boiling up inside her as she glares down at the man who has been tormenting her for months now.

Stephy Auger: What great ring awareness from Dom Harter there!

Kris Cruise: He knew where the ropes were, and he just saved his own ass with that one, Stephy. A top rope flipping piledriver, he’s lucky to still be in this match.

Stephy Auger: So you admit she tried to kill him?!

Lowri forces herself back to her feet again, dragging Dom up behind her. It’s slow going, exceptionally difficult at this late stage in the match. But Lowri tries for an inverted facelock, only to see Dom spin out of it. He counters with a discus elbow, swinging wildly as Lowri ducks and fires off a superkick!

Kris Cruise: The Breuddwydion Melus connects!

Her boot meeting Dom’s jaw flush, with enough impact to send him staggering backwards and out through the middle ropes! Lowri falls to her knees in disbelief as she watches Harter tumble all the way to the outside, instead of into a position where she can pin him. Exasperated, Lowri rolls out under the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: She can’t pin him on the outside, Cruise. More energy that Lowri Moss needs to expend if she wants to win this one.

Kris Cruise: I know it, she knows it. Hell, even Dom Harter probably knows it when he took that fall.

Dom’s brought back to a vertical base as Lowri unleashes a barrage of forearm shots and knife edge chops again; the blows alternating between head and chest as Moss continues firing them off, before driving a knee up into the midsection of The Tenacious Little Bastard. Harter’s doubled over in pain as Lowri grabs him by hair and waist band, and hurls him into the guard rail. Then into the steel steps. His head is bounced off the announce table as Dom staggers away. The lights are on but nobody’s home as Dom stumbles, only to find himself being rolled back into the ring.

Lowri doesn’t follow in though, instead choosing to head up top again. Harter’s down on the mat as Moss takes her position on the top turnbuckle, stopping only to steady herself as she looks out across the crowd.

Stephy Auger: What’s she going to do here?

Moss leaps off, flipping effortlessly through the air with a picture perfect moonsault…

Right across Dom’s raised knees!

Kris Cruise: The high risk didn’t pay off this time!

Moss rolls away in pain, holding her ribs as she tries valiantly to get back up. But somehow - somehow! - Dom Harter is doing the same. He’s back up to one knee, dazed and confused, as Lowri forces herself to stand up once again. She charges in with a shining wizard - NO! Dom catches her and lifts her up into the air, before he throws her forward for a turnbuckle powerbomb! Lowri’s back and head hitting the turnbuckles hard as she staggers back out, right into Dom’s arms for a Samoan driver! The crowd fall deathly silent as Dom drapes an arm across the chest of his opponent.

Kris Cruise: No, he can’t…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOOOOO!

Stephy Auger: NO!

The crowd nearly explode as Lowri’s arm leaps upwards, just in the nick of time! The referee holding up two fingers to indicate the two count, and Dom pounds his fist against the mat in frustration again.

Kris Cruise: Unbelievable, Stephy! Lowri Moss kicking out before the three count, and this match continues!

Stephy Auger: How? How did she manage to kick out of that one?

Kris Cruise: She’s tenacious!

Harter manages to stand back up, waiting in the corner for his opponent to do the same. His nose is still bleeding, his breathing labored. A glassy eyed look on his face as he waits patiently for Lowri Moss to stir. The Welsh woman is doing her best to get back up, managing to push herself to a vertical base, albeit doubled over, as Dom charges in with a running knee strike! Moss spins on the spot, but stays upright until Dom doubles her over again with a boot to the gut, quickly followed by a piledriver!

But he’s not done yet. Dom grabs Lowri by the arms and hoists her up to her feet, before he makes the cut throat gesture again. This time, Dom follows up with a lifting double underhook facebuster, driving Lowri face first into the mat!

Stephy Auger: The Last Exit connects! And that has to be it!

Moss gets rolled over, and Dom covers with a forearm across the face again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NOOOO!

Kris Cruise: What the hell?!

The referee looks confused, the crowd look on in shock...as Dom lifts his opponent’s shoulder up to break the cover. It’s not long before that familiar crooked grin spreads across his face, though, and Dom’s evil intentions become clear. With an inverted facelock applied, Dom lifts his lifeless opponent back up. Setting Lowri up for a rolling cutter!

Stephy Auger: Nos Da! Brilliant!

Using her own move against her, Dom drives Lowri face first into the mat again as he covers with a hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...DOM HARTER!

‘Low Self Opinion’ starts playing again as the fans here in the Times Union Center burst out into a chorus of boos and jeers. The Tenacious Little Bastard getting back to his feet as the referee raises his arm.

Kris Cruise: It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t without a few shortcuts along the way. But Dom Harter has emerged victorious tonight after a tough match against Lowri Moss. Tougher than he’d have ever expected anyway.

Stephy Auger: A stroke of genius, Cruise. Dom Harter took everything she had to offer, everything she could throw at him - and it wasn’t enough! Lowri Moss failed tonight, and even lost to her own move.

Kris Cruise: Just the type of shady tactic we’ve come to expect from Dom Harter. But--wait, what’s he doing now?

He asks, as Dom climbs out of the ring and looks under the ring. The music dies down, and even if it didn’t it would’ve been drowned out by the boos as Harter raises a chair up into the air.

Kris Cruise: No! Not now, not after all Lowri has been through tonight.

Stephy Auger: Lowri Moss better hope for a miracle here, Cruise. Otherwise she’s leaving Final Frontier in an ambulance.

Moss still isn’t moving as Dom re-enters the ring. A single chair shot to the back rings throughout the arena before Dom’s true intentions become clear. The steel chair is wrapped around Lowri’s ankle as she’s motionless on the mat. The boos growing even louder as Dom moves towards the corner, climbing to the middle rope…

Stephy Auger: Looks like Lowri’s going to be joining her partner on the injured list after tonight!

Harter steadies himself on the rope, trying to mask his discomfort at being elevated when, suddenly, the crowd start to cheer! A figure emerges, running down the aisle with an object in hand!

Kris Cruise: Is it--IT’S NEAL DURDEN! NEAL DURDEN IS HERE TONIGHT!

Stephy Auger: No! What’s he doing here!

Durden leaps up onto the apron before Dom can jump off the ropes. A steel chair in hand as Neal swings, hitting Dom across the back! Harter falls off the ropes, rolling through the landing as Neal enters the ring, still swinging that chair! One shot manages to glance Dom’s head, before the Tenacious Little Bastard drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Dom wants no part of Neal Durden tonight!

Stephy Auger: He’s just wrestled for over twenty minutes, Cruise. And Neal Durden suddenly wants to fight him after Dom’s already wrestled a match? Coward.

Harter heads towards the aisle, backpedaling as Neal yells at him over the top rope. The two men not taking their eyes off each other until Dom’s right up on the stage at the other end. Then, Neal takes the chair from Lowri’s ankle and helps her back to her feet. The pair of Welsh wrestlers standing tall as “New Blood” begins to play throughout the Times Union Center once again.

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter may have won the match, Stephy, but you know Neal Durden being back has got to spoil his night!

Stephy Auger: I know! Dom knows it! Neal has to know it too! The question is: why is Neal putting himself back in the firing line? It didn’t work out too well for him last time.

Kris Cruise: That remains to be seen. But with that sorted, it means there’s only one match left for Final Frontier. And what a show its been. Two nights of some of the best wrestling around. Highs and lows, twists and turns. But finally, up next, it’s time for the FGA Undisputed Championship match!

[FGA Office]

With the clock ticking ever-closer to his showdown against Molly Reid and (and, most likely, as many members of The New Murder as they can fit under the ring just in case the opportunity arises…) we find Johnny Karma sitting in his dressing room watching something on his phone as Cherry Baum slides herself onto the bench next to him and taps him on the shoulder

Cherry Baum: What’cha doing J-K?

Unexpectedly, Karma doesn’t answer – instead he remains focused on his phone’s screen, too focused in fact given how oblivious he appears to be to all other forms of stimulus, which causes Cherry to nudge his arm…although “nudge” is putting it a little lightly, given she uses her elbow to do so

Cherry Baum: Earth to J-K, can you hear me?

Having had his intense concentration interrupted by the pointy bit halfway down Cherry’s arm, Karma looks up – although he seems to be a touch bewildered about his surroundings, oddly enough

Johnny Karma: ...sorry, I must’ve been getting into what I was watching.

Cherry Baum: Cool, let me have a look!

Without actually waiting for an invitation, Cherry scooches that little bit closer to Karma and peers over his shoulder to see what he’s been so engrossed in watching – and finds herself looking at a freeze-frame from Karma’s match against Izzy Anders at Trouble in Paradise, which causes Karma to quickly explain himself

Johnny Karma: I know what you’re thinking, or at least have a good idea, but it’s not what you think.  I’m sure right now, somewhere else in this building, The New Koch-leffel are standing around their cauldron and cackling in anticipation for their assumed success tonight because they think they’ve already won.  They’ve been telling themselves that they’ve won since the moment I won this title, first it was Harter and now it’s Molly, because they’ve convinced themselves that I’m a pushover who’s only holding the title because Abeyance was busy.

Karma can’t help but pull the championship belt that’s lying next to him on the bench a little bit closer as he says this

Johnny Karma: If that was all that was going on in Harterville that would be one thing, but obviously it isn’t.  No, they’ve been galvanised by their win a few weeks back where they get to say Molly Reid pinned me in the centre of the ring, no doubt equating a four-on-four match with more variables than the Chipotle menu to a one-on-one match which has as many variables as the boring people who order the same thing off the Subway menu every day.  Of course if I tell them this I’m “lying to myself” or “deluded” or whatever other hashtag-slash-denial they want to use, but from the outset I’ve told them the same thing: people who treat me like a doormat have a nasty habit of regretting it.

To illustrate his point Karma hits play on the video so he and Cherry can see exactly what he’s referring to – which in this case is the moment he nails Izzy Anders with From The Stars Above from the top of the cage

Johnny Karma: But you know what?  I’m actually looking forward to the moment they realise their expectation of walking into my city and taking the title I worked so damn hard crawling every single step of the way to win was founded on nothing but doing the one thing nobody in this locker room should ever consider doing: listening to Dom Harter and thinking he had a point.

Cherry Baum: You’re sounding pretty sure of yourself.

With the slightest shrug, Karma accepts Cherry’s point

Johnny Karma: When you’ve got a target this big on your back…

Karma pulls the title belt even closer, placing it on his lap in a similar position to how it will be placed around his waist later this evening

Johnny Karma: …you have to be sure about everything you do, because that one time you zigged when you should have zagged gives your opponent a clear shot at the bullseye, and nobody’s going to pass that one up if it ever happens.  Second-guessing yourself is going to cost you, hoping you can wing it is going to cost you, in fact the second that a thought pops into your head and makes you deviate for so much as a second, you’re only making things harder on yourself.  So from the day this match was set up I’ve told myself the same thing: the only way Molly Reid walks out of NYC tonight is with her head hanging low as she mutters to herself about what might have been, while a few feet away from her Dom Harter’s face goes from pink, to red, to purple as he finds himself choking on his own rage because once again The New Murder failed to do what he said they would.

Karma pauses for a brief moment as he thinks about what he just said

Johnny Karma: That’s the problem the lot of them have: they think they’re unassailable as they ignore an ever-growing number of people who defy them, but all it takes is one push at the right time and with just the right amount of force and things begin to fall apart, and maybe at that point it might occur to them that the reason I know this is because I’ve been there plenty of times before.  Does it sound like I’m taking them lightly?  I’m sure someone might think that, but the fact is I’ve been through this time and time again and each time I become that bit more resilient, and by complete coincidence each and every time I climb that little bit higher when I do so.

Cherry can’t help but look at Karma with a look of pride on her face, after all she’s been there all the times where Karma was questioning his every move as he felt like he was stuck in a rut, or dumped in a shallow grave by a gang of thugs, or countless other moments where he was wondering where he was going – and Karma spots this, but decides not to ruin the moment by saying anything

Cherry Baum: Sounds to me like you’ve got a plan for tonight.

Johnny Karma: Two or three actually, depending on how many people try to get involved.

The wry smile on Karma’s face implies he may be only half-joking with that last comment

Johnny Karma: More than anything else, though, I’ve got in mind the image of me standing in front of my hometown with the title held high in the air as I celebrate coming through yet another test and proving that maybe I had a little more to me than some people first thought – or in the case of far too many people, assumed.

With that, Karma once again presses play on his phone so the video can reach its conclusion, with him hitting that final Hard Times on Izzy Anders and the three count that followed – but he’s not alone in watching this, as Cherry is sat there beside him watching just as keenly as Karma is

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
FGA UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Johnny Karma vs. Molly Reid

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!

Kris Cruise: Our main event is about to get underway guys. It’s Johnny Karma against Molly Reid. Who do you got?

Stephy Auger: I’ve got Molly Reid! Everyone wants to talk about the run that Johnny Karma is on. But what about Molly Reid? Look at her run as Pride Champion! Look at the people she’s beaten! She’s had just as good of a year as Johnny Karma if not better. But as uual, Molly Reid doesn’t get the credit that she deserves! But WHEN she beats Karma tonight, you people will have no choice but to give Molly her respect. No choice!

Geoff Penzer: Well I’ve got Johnny Karma.

Stephy Auger: Homer!

Geoff Penzer: I’m not being a homer. I feel as though Johnny Karma is at his peak right now. Throughout the years, we’ve seen flashes of greatness. Everyone knew he had potential. It was just a question of him realizing it. This year, Karma has put it all together and is in rare form. Reid has the talent to beat Karma. But Karma has been money in these big match situations all year and I feel like he’s going to come up with another huge win here tonight.

Cheers and applause are heard throughout the crowd as they’re excited for the main event to get started. As the lights in the arena begin to dim, the crowd boos as they know who’s about to come out next.

The lights in the arena dim as The Greatest by Sia begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, a bandana pulled over her face as she stares out at the crowd. She raises her fist in the air with the New Murder sign as the crowd boos loudly while she begins to make her way down the entrance ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, the challenger! Representing Vertigo and The New Murder! Hailing from Los Angeles, California… MOLLYYYYYY REEEEEEIIDDD!!!

Once Molly gets near the ring she runs and dives under the bottom rope and slides into the ring. She gets to her feet and sarcastically motions for the crowd to get louder, pretending like she can’t hear them. Molly moves to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner with a smirk still on her face as she takes off her bandana and begins getting ready for her match.

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid may have gotten this shot in controversial fashion. But there’s no disputing that she’s been one of the more successful grapplers in FGA not this year, but over the past two years as well.

Stephy Auger: She knows how to win, with or without The New Murder. She’s gotten to the top of promotions before and she’ll do it again tonight! Molly Reid walked into the arena tonight with two championships, Penzie. When she leaves, she’ll be walking out with there and there’s nothing that Johnny Karma and the rest of you Flashpoint crybabies can do about it.

The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo...nobody emerges at the top of the ramp, as instead the man they call Champion - or as the Frontier Wrestling Arts fanbase more commonly know him, Johnny Karma - appears among the Times Union Center crowd clad in his Mets jersey with the Frontier Wrestling Arts Championship belt held high in the air as the crowd roar in approval as the native New Yorker makes his return to the city

After holding the title aloft for a moment, Karma takes a step to the side to allow a Brooklyn Cyclones jersey-clad Cherry Baum to pass him on the arena stairs, and after sharing a few words he hands the title belt to Cherry and, entrusted with the title, she places it over her shoulder as the pair approach the ring

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay

As the pair continue down the steps towards the ring, Karma slaps the hands of the numerous fans reaching out in his direction, trying to share a few words with them as he passes them, all the while getting closer and closer to Molly Reid as she awaits him in the ring

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well, oh well, oh well

As the pair reach ringside, Karma helps Cherry over the security barrier to the ringside area before he mounts the security barrier and, with a little careful footwork, turns around to face his hometown crowd as Cherry hands him the title so he can once again hold it up to another roar of approval, and with an appreciative nod Karma hops down to the ringside area and jogs up the steps onto the ring apron so he can step through the ropes and into the ring.

Geoff Penzer: There he is! The FGA Undisputed Champion! Johnny Karma has taken beatings from some of the most infamous groups over the past year in FGA. Yet here he is, still standing. They’ve thrown everything they could at him. Yet here he is, the FGA Undisputed Champion. He’s survived Heroes Never Die! He’s already beaten the leader of The New Murder, Dom Harter and tonight, he’ll beat Harter’s number one henchman, Molly Reid!

Stephy Auger: For the last time, there is no leader in The New Murder! Dom Harter doesn’t tell Molly Reid, or anyone else, what to do. You idiots can call Molly Reid a follower all you want. But by the end of this match, you’re going to be calling her your new FGA Undisputed Champion!

Having made his way inside the ring Karma quickly turns and climbs the turnbuckles, and once he's visible to the entire arena he places the title on his shoulder as he nods in tune with Zeppelin at their finest

Don't it make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home
You don't know which way to go?

Once he climbs down from the turnbuckles, Karma crosses the ring and climbs onto the opposite turnbuckle, pulling the title from around his waist to raise it high into the air once more as the crowd continue to show their support

If you're goin' down South
They go no work to do,
If you don't know about Chicago.

Climbing down once again, Karma saunters towards the centre of the ring and places the title over his shoulder once more, holding the pose for a few seconds while Cherry approaches the centre of the ring with a mic in hand so she can give Karma his introduction.

Cherry Baum: New York City!!!

While the pop may be cheap, it's also very, very loud

Cherry Baum: Introducing her opponent, having arrived here via the Taconic State Parkway and made pretty good time considering it's a few days before Christmas...he hails from Queens and is the reigning, defending, and deserving champion of Frontier Wrestling Arts...he is JOHNNY KARMA!!!!!!!!!

Needing no further introduction...honest, Karma takes a few steps forward and once again entrusts his title belt to Cherry, exchanging a few last second words as he takes the mic and takes a final look in Molly Reid's direction, and having taken a second to think of the perfect words he thinks he has them...

Johnny Karma: Let's do this.

Not needing to say another word, Karma removes his Mets jersey and hands it to Cherry and he quickly makes his way to his corner where he rests against the turnbuckles, and as Cherry passes the title belt to the referee Karma points to the belt while looking Molly in the eye as if he's daring her to try and take it

The bell sounds as Karma and Reid stare each other down in the center of the ring. No words are said. No taunts are performed. The cold glares from both champion and challenger said everything that needs to be said.

Kris Cruise: You can cut the tension with a knife, guys!

Geoff Penzer: This place is about to come unglued, I can feel it!

The chants are nearly blowing the roof off the Times Union Center. But Karma and Reid don’t allow themselves to become distracted by them. Their eyes remain locked on each other. Reid is the first to break, throwing out a right hand. But Karma is quick to block it and counter with a punch of his own to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Reid throws out another right hand. But again, Karma blocks and counters with a punch of his own. He then takes Reid and goes for an irish whip. But Reid reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma returns, the crowd boos when Reid connects with a running dropkick, knocking Karma through the ropes and to the outside. As the champion picks himself up on the floor, Reid turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she soars over the top rope and knocks Karma down with a suicide dive!

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid clears the top rope and wipes out Karma on the outside!


Reid picks up Karma and rolls him back inside, slides back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma kicks out.

Reid picks up Karma, moves him into the corner and drivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Karma then grabs Reid by the neck, tosses her into the corner and returns the favor with chops of his own. The crowd cheers as Karma continues to light up Reid’s chest. He then takes Reid and whips her into the opposite corner. Karma runs across the ring to attack. But Reid knocks him back with a boot to the face. She then rushes over to Karma and brings him down with a running hurricanrana. After Karma returns to his feet and turns around, he gets nailed with a running front dropkick to the chest, knocking him through the ropes and onto the apron. While the champion begins to pull himself up using the ropes, Reid rushes into the corner and connects with a triangle enzuigiri. The boos continues as Karma gets knocked down to the apron before bouncing to the floor. Reid returns to the feet and circle the ring while motioning for the fans to keep it up.

Kris Cruise: Reid’s sent Karma falling to the outside once again, guys!

Stephy Auger: She’s just too quick for Karma! He can’t keep up! It’s a sign of things to come, Penzie. Your champion is being outmatched and we’re not even five minutes into the match!

Once Karma begins picking himself up on the outside, Reid turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd boos when she flips over the top rope and knocks Karma down with a somersault senton!

Kris Cruise: Another high maneuver pays off for the number one contnder!

Stephy Auger: Reid’s having her way with Karma! She’s just too quick! Karma’s too slow! Go ahead, Penzie, say something!

Geoff Penzer: Reid is controlling the match. She has been the faster of the two, I agree. But I’m not about to write off Johnny Karma just yet.

Reid picks up Karma and rolls him back inside. After climbing onto the apron, Reid begins waving up the champion. Karma can be seen slowly turning over on all fours. Once he returns to his feet and turns around, he gets knocked down by a springboard flying knee from Reid! She makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Karma got caught right in the side of the head with that flying knee! I’m surprised he even knows where he is right now.

Stephy Auger: Who says that he does?

Reid picks up Karma, moves him into the corner and delivers multiple forearm strikes to the face. She then steps back to deliver multiple shoot kicks to the chest. After sending Karma into the opposite corner with an irish whip, Reid runs across the ring and goes for a handspring back elbow. But Karma’s able to catch her in mid air! The champion then moves Reid towards the center of the ring, puts her down, wrestles control of her arm, rolls her out in front of him and goes for Hard Times (rear wristlock transitioned into a bionic elbow). But Reid ducks and runs into the ropes. When Karma returns, Reid knocks him down with a handspring pelé kick! The boos continue as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for the challenger!

Stephy Auger: You better get used to saying that because you’ll be saying it a lot, Penzie. Once again, Molly Reid’s proving that Karma can’t keep up with her! Karma underestimated her! He thought she was nothing but a New Murder lackey! But he’s getting shown up in his home state! HA HA!

Reid picks up Karma, grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and pulls him down before going for a knee lift to the face. But Karma’s able to catch her leg. The crowd cheers while Reid hops up and down on one leg. But the cheers quickly turns to boos when Reid counters with an enzuigiri, sending Karma staggering across the ring and into the ropes. Reid smirks as she sees Karma trying to shake out the cobwebs. When he turns around, Reid rushes over to attack. But Karma ducks and sends Reid over the top rope with a back body drop!

Stephy Auger: AAAH!

Kris Cruise: Karma sends Reid flying to the outside with a back body drop!


The crowd cheers when Reid lands hard back-first on the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Did you hear that thud!? That’ll slow her down!

The challenger can be seen arching her back while howling in pain. Reid slowly turns over onto all fours before trying to get back to a vertical base. Once she does, Karma takes off into the far ropes. When he comes back, he goes for This Is For The Front Row (baseball slide clothesline). But Reid ducks. As soon as Karma lands on his feet, Reid grabs him from behind and tosses him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Reid holds her back before climbing up onto the apron. She checks back to see if Karma is in position. Once Karma is back to his feet, Reid knocks him down with an Asai Moonsault!

Kris Cruise: Reid with a moonsault over the guard rail and into the crowd!

Stephy Auger: She’s pulling it all the stops, Cruise! That shows you just how badly she wants this!

The crowd erutps with boos as Reid mounts herself on top of Karma and hammers away with right hands to the face. Reid looks up and scales the surrounding fans. She then points at each and every one of them before grabbing Karma by the head with both hands and repeatedly ramming the back of his head against the floor.

Stephy Auger: She’s pummeling Karma while being surrounded by his own people!

Reid picks up Karma and whips him hard against the guardrail. Karma arches his back while he lets out a groan. The challenger smirks as she runs over and doubles him over with a knee strike to the midsection. She then turns Karma around, grabs his leg and dumps him over the guardrail and back to ringside. The boos continue as Reid swats her way through the crowd to create a clearing for herself. Once Karma is back to his feet, Reid runs through the crowd before knocking him down with a springboard forearm strike off the top of the guardrail!

Kris Cruise: Karma got rocked with that springboard forearm!


Reid picks up Karma and rolls him back inside. She then rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Karma and whips her into the ropes. When he comes back, Reid knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. While Karma is sprawled out on the mat, Reid steps out onto the apron. She cups her hand to her ear upon hearing the surge of boos from the crowd. Reid smirks while she turns and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She then mocks Karma by raising her arms in the air before jumping off and going for a flying elbow drop. But Karma rolls out of the way, causing reid to crash onto the canvas!

Stephy Auger: AAAAHHH!

Kris Cruise: Molly missed!

Geoff Penzer: That’s what she gets for all that taunting!

When Reid gets back to her feet, Karma grabs the arm and delivers repeated arm wrenches to it. He then takes Reid and whips her into the ropes. When Reid returns, Karma sets up for a back body drop. So she counters with a kick to the face. Reid then turns and heads back into the ropes. When Reid returns, Karma scoops her up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. Instead of letting Reid fall to the mat, Karma pulls her up off his knee, heads towards the side of the ring and throws her through the ropes and to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: He just told her to get out of his ring!

After Reid begins to pick herself up on the outside, Karma runs into the ropes. When Reid turns around, the crowd cheers when Karma knocks her down with This Is For The Front Row!

Geoff Penzer: Second time’s the charm!

Karma picks up Reid and rolls her back inside. After rolling himself back in, Karma picks up Reid, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle while the crowd counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

On the tenth slam, Reid bounces out of the corner and falls near the center of the ring. As the challenger starts to pick herself up off the mat, Karma marches up from behind, lifts her up and delivers an atomic drop. Reid groans before Karma grabs her, runs, leaps over the top rope and drops down with Macho Karma! As Reid recoils back, Karma climbs up onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, jumps off and knocks Reid down with a diving double ax handle smash! He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Reid gets her shoulder up.

Karma picks up Reid and whips her into the ropes. When Reid returns, Karma grabs her by the hair, runs and flings her over the top rope. But instead of crashing to the floor, Reid reaches out and grabs a hold of the top rope. When Karma turns around and sees Reid on the apron, he charges over to knock her off. But Reid’s able to counter by pulling down the top rope, sending Karma tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. While Karma writhes in pain on the floor, Reid smirks as she slowly pulls herself up using the ropes. The boos continue as Reid steps back towards the ring post. Once Karma returns to his feet, Reid runs along the apron, flips off and goes for a somersault senton. But Karma moves out of the way, causing Reid to land back-first on the floor!

Kris Cruise: Reid once again lands hard back-first on the outside!

Karma pulls up Reid and rolls her back inside. After rolling back in, Karma picks up Reid and takes control of the arm she missed the flying elbow with. Karma delivers several arm wrenches before bringing Reid down with a hammerlock belly to back suplex. Reid moans while she grabs her arm. But Karma shows no mercy. He reaches down, pulls Reid back up and hammerlocks the arm from the front. Reid shakes her head and protests. But Karma just ignores and throws her down with Dynamite Karma (hammerlock suplex). After landing on her arm, Reid sits up and cradles her up. Karma then takes advantage of Reid’s positioning, runs up from behind and delivers a rolling neck snap. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Reid gets her good shoulder up.

Karma picks up Reid and throws her down with a hammerlock scoop slam. The champion begins to circle Reid until he delivers a stomp to the left bicep, left forearm, left thigh and left shin. He then turns before delivering a stomp to the right knee and right wrist. Karma follows up with repeated stomps to the right shoulder. As he reaches down to grab Reid, she rolls back and nails Karma with a toe kick that catches him right in the eye! Karma groans as he staggers across the right covering his eye.

Kris Cruise: Oh no.

Geoff Penzer: I think Karma just caught that kick right in the corner of the eye.

Reid returns to her feet, comes up from behind and places him in a side headlock before raking his face along the top rope. The boos continue as Karma staggers into a nearby corner. Reid comes up from behind, turns Karma around and nails him with repeated back elbows to the eye. She then takes the champ and whips him into the opposite corner. Reid proceeds to run across the ring before delivering a handspring back elbow, followed by a pelé kick. The kick ends up catching Karma right in the eye. After he crumbles down to the mat, Reid makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Reid makes the cover again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Reid takes her elbow and grinds it across the face of Karma while the crowd boos. Finally, she lets up. Reid gets back to her feet, grabs the top rope with both hands and delivers repeated knee drops to Karma’s face. She then takes Karma, drags him towards the center of the ring and performs a spinning facewish across the eye.

Kris Cruise: That first kick to the eye might have been accidental. But her attacks have been anything but accidental since!

Stephy Auger: Oh boo hoo! Karma went after Reid’s arm and neither of you had anything to see about that!

Reid picks up Karma, moves him into the corner and delivers repeated jabs to the eye before socking him with a right hand. She then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner before running across the ring and nailing him with a corner yakuza kick. After shoving Karma down to the canvas, Reid hoists herself up onto the middle rope, jumps off and delivering a diving fist drop across the eye. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Reid returns, Karma sets up for a back body drop. So Reid stomps, drops down to her knees and nails Karma with an uppercut right to the eye. While Karma staggers across the ring, Reid runs up from behind and connects with a front dropkick, knocking Karma into the corner. She then climbs up onto the middle ropes, pulls Karma’s head back and then rains down 12-to-6 elbows to the eye! After dropping down to the mat, Reid grabs Karma and shoves him down to the canvas. When Karma pushes himself up on all fours, Reid nails him with a hard punt kick to the ribs, flattening him on the mat. While he’s still down, Reid goes over, unties the middle turnbuckle and rips it off, exposing the steel turnbuckle underneath.

Geoff Penzer: Come on, Molly...

Reid goes over, pulls Karma up onto his knees and places his face on the exposed turnbuckle. After stepping back towards the opposite corner, Reid runs across the ring and hurls herself at Karma with a flying knee. But Karma rolls out of the way, causing Reid knee’s to crash into the exposed turnbuckle. Reid bounces off the turnbuckle before falling to the mat.

Stephy Auger: NOOOOOOO!

Geoff Penzer: Her aggression came back to bite her!

Reid cringes while she continues to clutch her knee with both hands. After turning over on all fours, she slowly gets back to her feet. Before she can turn around, Karma dives over from behind and clips the back of her knee, sending her flipping down to the canvas. Karma returns to his feet and holds up Reid’s left leg before looking around at the crowd. Upon taking in the cheers from the crowd, Karma places her in a figure four leglock. Reid howls in pain when Karma cinches in the hold.

Kris Cruise: Reid’s trapped in the figure in! In the center of the ring! She’s got nowhere to go, Stephy!

The ref gets down and asks Reid if she wants to give up. But Reid refuses. So Karma grabs her ankle and repeatedly falls back, applying more and more pressure to the leg. Reid howls in agony. She then reaches over and grabs the ref by his collar. But the ref quickly pulls away and keeps his distance. Karma sits up while keeping the hold applied. Reid shakes her head from side to side when she’s asked if she wants to give up. She then sits up and rakes Karma across the eye, breaking the hold. The boos continue when Reid takes Karma and whips him into the ropes. Upon his return, Reid knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. She then heads into the corner before stopping to take in the boos. Reid taunts the crowd while she climbs up to the top turnbuckle. From there, she raises her arms in the air before flipping back for the corkscrew moonsault. But Karma rolls out of the way, causing Reid to crash onto the canvas!

Kris Cruise: Nobody’s home!

Geoff Penzer: The high risk doesn’t pay off for Molly Reid!

While Reid slowly gets up on all fours, Karma turns over and slowly gets back to a vertical base. He heads over, grabs Reid by the back of her tights and pulls her up to her feet before applying a rear wristlock. He then rolls Reid out in front of him before throwing out Hard Times. But once again, Reid ducks. When Karma turns around, Reid brings him down with a double knee facebreaker!

Stephy Auger: That’s it! It’s over! We’ve got a new champion!



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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Karma gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer:  Not so fast!

Reid sits up Karma and places him in a sleeper hold. The ref gets down and asks Karma if he wants to give up. But he refuses. So Reid leans forward on Karma’s back while she cinches in the hold. Cherry Baum can be seen slapping the apron and trying to give Karma some words of encouragement. The ref checks back in with the champion and asks him if he wants to give up. Karma declines. He reaches up and tries to pull Reid’s arm from around his neck. But it’s to no avail as she squeezes even tighter. The ref asks Karma does he give up. But he doesn’t get a response back. So the ref asks Karma again does he give up. Still no answer. So the ref reaches over, grabs Karma’s arm and raises it in the air. Once he lets go, the arm begins to fall. Once it’s near the mat, Karma stops it. The crowd cheers when Karma begins shaking the arm and feeding off the energy of the crowd. Reid shakes her head in disbelief as Karma slowly turns over onto his knees. Once he gets back to a vertical base, he nails Reid with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. Karma motions to run into the ropes when Reid reaches over and gouges his eyes from behind! The crowd continues to boo Reid while the ref gives her until the count of five to break the illegal hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Reid lets go. She then hammerlocks Karma’s arm from behind, runs forward and shoves him shoulder-first into the turnbuckles. As Karma stumbles back, Reid connects with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head, knocking Karma through the ropes and onto the apron. Reid heads onto the adjacent side of the apron and waits for Karma to get up. While she does, she begins to massage her left knee. After Karma pulls himself up and turns in her direction, Reid springboards onto the top rope, jumps over, grabs Karma and plants him with a DDT on the apron on the way down! The crowd boos as Karma bounces off the apron before falling to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Good God, what a DDT!

Stephy Auger: HE’S OUT! KARMA’S OUT!

Reid picks up and slams Karma face-first onto the apron before slamming him face-first onto the steel steps. She then slams him face-first across the top of the guardrail before heading over and slamming him face-first onto the announce table. While Karma is doubled over across the table, Reid climbs up onto the apron, makes her way over towards the ring post and scales to the top turnbuckle. Once Karma finally turns up and turns around, the crowd boos when Reid flips off the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a corkscrew moonsault!

Kris Cruise: Reid wipes out Karma with a moonsault to the outside!

Reid picks up Karma and rolls him back inside. She then rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Karma goes his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Reid throws out a Superman Punch. But Karma ducks. After Reid lands on her feet and turns around, Karma throws out Check Your Chiclets (superkick). But Reid catches his foot. She then swings Karma’s legs away from her before connecting with a Superman Punch to the back of the head! After Karma drops down to a knee, Reid stands in front of him and knocks him down with an Axe Kick! She makes the cover.

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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Karma gets his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Karma and bashes him with a barrage of forearm strikes to the face, followed by a reverse discus elbow to the face. While Karma is dazed, Reid turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she leaps into the air and blasts Karma with a Superman Punch, knocking him down.!The boos continue in the corner as Reid heads into the corner and begins to wave Karma up. The waves get faster and faster the closer Karma gets to returning to his feet. As the groggy champion gets to his feet and turns around, Reid throws out the Molly Kick (superkick). But Karma ducks at the last second. When Reid turns around, she’s met with three jabs, followed by a right hook.

Geoff Penzer: Sugar Ray Karma!

Reid gets back to her feet, only to get knocked back down by another right hook. When Reid gets back up, Karma grabs her by the wrist and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Karma knocks her down with a running high knee. He makes the cover.

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Reid gets her shoulder up.

Karma pulls up Reid, places her in a front facelock, turns and drops her him with the Bum Trip (shoulder neckbreaker)! Karma returns to his feet before heading into the ropes. When he returns, he delivers a jumping knee drop. He makes the cover.

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Reid gets her shoulder up.

Karma picks up Reid and whips her into the corner. The champ rushes over to attack when he gets knocked back by a back elbow to the face. While Karma ia rocked, Reid comes out of the corner, hops onto his shoulders and flips back for a hurricanrana. But Karma blocks the move and counters with Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up (jumping piledriver) to an explosion of cheers!

Stephy Auger: NOOOOOO!

Kris Cruise: Karma just dropped her on her head with Dazed, Confused and All messed Up! It’s over, Stephy!

The cheers continue as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Geoff Penzer: NO!

The crowd sighs, then boos when Reid gets her shoulder up.

Karma picks up Reid and whips her into the corner. He then runs across the ring and nearly takes her head off with the NYC Uppercut (running European Uppercut)! Karma then takes Reid and whips her into the opposite corner before running across the ring and delivering another NYC Uppercut. Karma brings a dazed Reid from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Karma lifts her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster! While Reid is sprawled out on the mat, Karma steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle before jumping off and delivering From The Stars Above (flying elbow drop)! The cheers continue as Karma steps back out onto the apron, climbs back to the top turnbuckle, jumps off and delivers From The Stars Above for a second time! But Karma’s not done! He heads back out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation of what comes next. Karma takes in the moment and closes his eyes before opening them back up. Karma looks up the skies and points before soaring through the air and crashing down across Reid with From The Stars Above for a third time! The cheers continue as Reid slowly turns over and clutches her chest. Karma reaches down, grabs her by the back of the tights and pulls her up from behind. After taking control of the wrist, Karma rolls her out in front of him before turning her inside out with Hard Times to an explosion of cheers. Hedrops down and makes the cover.

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The crowd explodes with cheers as “When The Levee Breaks” blasts over the PA.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and STIIIIILLLLL the FGA Undisputed Champion, Johnny Karma!

The cheers continue as Karma gets his arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Karma’s done it! Karma’s done it! Karma retains the FGA Undisputed Championship!

The cheers continue when Karma gets handed the FGA Undisputed Championship. After Cherry enters the ring, her and Karma embrace before she raises Karma’s left arm in the air. Fireworks go off as Karma raies the title in the air with his right arm.

Kris Cruise: That was a hell of a fight given tonight by Molly Reid! She used her speed and agility to her advantage early! She stayed on him and controlled portions of this match! But Karma would not stay down! He kept fighting back and eventually overcame one of his toughest opponents to date!

Karma continues to celebrate his win as Evan Envi slowly emerges from the backstage area. The Chief is carrying the Frontier Lions Cup trophy that he won the night before. Envi smiles at the trophy before setting it down and pointing in the ring. Karma looks down at the FGA Undisputed Championship in his hand. The champ then heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises the FGA Undisputed Championship before holding it out in Envi’s direction…

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