Above & Beyond

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[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Hello Frontier Fans and thank you for purchasing this DVD or internet stream. I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as always is Evan Grayson. We are coming to you from The Trocadero Theater in Philadelphia, PA. Tonight, Frontier Grappling Arts makes its debut in the city of brotherly love. But there will be no love in the air tonight as FGA presents Above & Beyond. We've got five matches on top. In our opening contest, newcomers The Phantom and Sean Hunter make their FGA debuts....

Evan Grayson: It's one thing to make your debut for a wrestling company. It's another to make your debut on a stage like this, on a night like this. Both men should be eager to impress.

Clement: In the second match of the night, Alistair Alexander Wulfe takes on "The Wonderboy" Mike Smith.

Grayson: Mike Smith may be a lot of things. But at the end of the day, he is a competent wrestler. But he's going to need every trick in his bag to defeat a guy like Alistair Wulfe. Wulfe is out to hurt, to injure, and to maim. If Smith gets caught, it's over.

Clement: In the middle of the card, AJ Fairchild goes one on one with "Player 1" Matt Mario.

Grayson: AJ Fairchild is always ticked off. And he's made no secret about the fact that he doesn't like Matt Mario. However, he does respect him. And that respect was shown back to him from Matt. These two are high flyers. They've got tons of speed. I expect that one to be blazing fast.

Clement: In match number four, Jared James looks to give the knockout blow to Sean Fallon.

Grayson: Sean Fallon has been struggling as of late. Meanwhile, Jared has done nothing but surge to the top for the most part since his return. Something has to give tonight.

Clement: And in the main event, "Metal Heart" Blaine Harrison defends his FGA Heavyweight Championship against Chandler Scott.

Grayson: Talk about no love lost. These two absolutely despise each other. The gloves will come off early. This one will get ugly. But who will win? We'll find out in the main event.

Clement: We've got all that and more, including the latest names entered into the New Frontiers Invitational, tonight here at Above & Beyond!

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[FGA Office]

Earlier Today

The scene opens backstage. Mike Smith is walking towards one of the locker rooms. He is holding a bowl in which is a rather well dressed and tossed salad. It has plenty of layers of greens, lots of colourful fruits and veggies and looks too tempting to pass. He peeks through the door which is slightly ajar. We see AJ Fairchild warming up.

Mike pulls a note out of his back pocket and places it on top of the bowl. The camera zooms in to read, "To AJ! Love, your most wonderful fan!" He then gently eases the door forwards a little more and places the bowl on a chair kept just beside the door. He then backs up, knocks on the door and jets off behind the corner. AJ Fairchild walks up to the door and looks around, not seeing anyone. As he heads back in he notices the salad on the chair.

AJ smirks, tossing aside the note and picking up the bowl. He takes a big spoonful of the salad as he starts to chew. His expression quickly changes from one of mild amusement to disgust as he spits it out, dropping the bowl. The salad spills all over leaving a trail of shaving gel across the floor. Mike, who is now back at the door, peering inside snickers and turns to the camera raising up a finger as the scene fades.

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The Phantom vs. Sean Hunter

The lights go out and the Superman theme song starts to blast through the speakers and Sean Hunter's video begins to play. Strobe lights start to flash as Sean walks out onto the ramp and as Sean looks out into the crowd, he gives them a big grin and a double thumbs up before making his way to the ring.

Manny Cruz: The following contest is your first match of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring..... from Birmingham, Alabama.... weighing in at 195 pounds..... SEAN HUNTER!

Clement: Sean Hunter is a newcomer here to FGA. Tell us a little bit about him.

Grayson: Well, Sean has been in the business for a while. He's well traveled. Sean has always had near misses with making it big. Now he's hoping to use FGA has his platform to finally make it.

"Welcome Home" starts up as jeers begin to scatter throughout the crowd. The Phantom comes out from the back and stands at the entranceway, scanning the crowd and the arena. Slowly he makes his way to the ring, making one full walk around the ring before climbing in.

Cruz: And his opponent, from The Abyss.... weighing in at 245 pounds..... THE PHANTOM!

Clement: This mysterious stranger popped up in FGA a couple of weeks back. But he's just now getting in the ring.

Grayson: It's bad enough that no one knows who he is. He's absolutely covered from head to toe. But now he has the added advantage of lurking in the shadows and scouting everyone for weeks. For him, it's a great thing. For everyone else? Not so much.

The Phantom	Wrestler	Sean Hunter
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'4"	Height	6'1"
245 lbs	Weight	195 lbs
The Abyss	Hometown	Birmingham, Alabama
N/A	Pro Debut	N/A
The Haunting Go To The Light	Finisher	Learn Your Lesson History in the Making

The bell sounds as The Phantom runs up from behind and knocks him down with a double ax handle smash to the back. The crowd boos.

Clement: The Phantom isn't wasting any time with that cheap shot from behind.

Grayson: Was it a cheap shot? Sure. But this is wrestling. If you are constantly on the lookout, then you can't cry foul when you turn your back to your opponent and they take advantage of you.

Phantom picks up Hunter and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns him around and follows up with a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, followed by a series of elbow strikes to the face. The crowd boos. Phantom takes a step back, grabs Hunter by the throat with both hands and chokes him. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Phantom lets go, only to choke Hunter again to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

The Phantom reluctantly breaks the hold. He then brings Hunter from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Phantom knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He quickly makes the cover.

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Grayson: Bad move there by Hunter. He's clearly being overmatched here. Just stay down and save yourself the beating.

Clement: I don't think Sean Hunter is wired like that.

Grayson: Well, with the way that Phantom has been manhandling him thus far, the only way Hunter will be wired after this match is when they wire his jaw shut.

Phantom, seemingly angered by Hunter kicking out, yanks him up by his hair and throws him down hard with a scoop slam. He reaches down, yanks up Hunters and throws him down with another scoop slam. Hunter can be seen favoring his back. But Phantom isn't done. He yanks Hunter back up, kicks him in the midsection and hits a vertical suplex. The crowd boos as Phantom gets up and looks on. He motions for Hunter to get up.

Clement: Phantom now just absolutely toying with Sean Hunter. I think you may have been on to something.

Grayson: This man, this THING has little regard for his opponent. The rest of FGA better be paying close attention. This could be them in a couple weeks.

After a few, Hunter slowly gets up onto one knee. Not satisfied with how fast Hunter is moving, Phantom grabs Hunter by the wrist and pulls him up.... only to knock him down with a short-arm clothesline. The crowd boos. Phantom then goes back over, picks up Hunter and whips him into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Phantom wraps his arms around him and throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Phantom pulls Hunter's head up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What is he doing? Come on now. I think this guy has had enough.

Grayson: That's nice. Phantom clearly isn't done, though.

Phantom then picks up Hunter and nails him with a haymker to the midsection, dropping Hunter down to his knees, Phantom then yanks him back up from off the canvas, hoists him up and throws him down with a sitout powerbomb.

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Phantom pushes Hunter to the side to boos from the crowd. He then wags his index finger, indicating that he's not done yet.

Clement: Alright already! We get it!

Grayson: No, I don't think you do. The Phantom wants to drive his point home. And if he has to drive Hunter straight through the mat, then so be it.

Phantom grabs Hunter, lifts him up over his shoulder and throws him down with The Haunting. The crowd boos as Phantom kicks Hunter over onto his back before making the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, THE PHANTOM!

"Welcome Home" plays as The Phantom slowly rises back up to his feet. The ref goes up to raise his arms. But Phantom quickly pulls his arm away from the ref. Once glance from Phantom sends the ref backing away.

Clement: An absolute trashing there by The Phantom. He was certainly impressive in his debut. But I've got to take exception to some of his antics. Sean Hunter was clearly no match for him. He had the match won several times. So why keep beating up on the poor guy?

Grayson: He did it to prove a point. What The Phantom did was show the FGA grapplers that he truly has no remorse and no regard for any of them. And if they get in his way, what happened to Sean Hunter tonight can easily happen to them. It's as simple as that.

[FGA Office]

Clement: We told you earlier tonight that we'd be announcing new names for the upcoming New Frontiers Invitational. So far, PKA from WARPED, AJ Fairchild, Preston Blake, Alistair Alexander Wulfe, The Phantom and Mike Smith have all been named. Tonight, three more names have been added to the tournament.

Grayson: They are Finale, "Player 2" Landon Mario and Jacob Rollins.

Clement: Jacob Rollins we've seen around recently. In fact, he just recently had a stint with our affiliate fed Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. He is currently a title holder in another federation. He's spread himself out thus far, appearing in several places throughout and really giving himself a nice mix of opponents to test himself up against. That experience could be key going forward in the New Frontiers Invitational.

Finale is no stranger to the world of professional wrestling. He's actually half of a tag team with his partner, Howl Jr. But there will be no tag teaming here. Finale will be going it alone in the New Frontiers Invitational. Despite not even appearing in FGA yet, Finale has already jumped into the deep end of the pool. He knows what needs to be done to get to the top. This is gutsy to say the last. But it may be something that pays off for him in a couple weeks if he is able to make it all the way to the end.

And then there's Landon Mario, one half of the Super Mario Wrestling Bros. You already know what to expect with Landon, and that's the unexpected. But for an eccentric as he is, like Mike Smith, he is also technically skilled and can fly a bit. He may be someone to look out for as a potential darkhouse for the tournament.

So those are your nine names that have been added thus far. The lineup for the tournament will be available soon via FGAwrestling.com. So stay tuned for any latest developments on the New Frontiers Invitational.

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[FGA Office]

Earlier Today

(( Just outside of the Trocadero Theater Jared James and his associates, manager Johnny Holliday and younger brother Jay James, can be see standing around the back. Moments away from the start of James’s match with Sean Fallon, the trio are doing their best to keep the competitor’s nerves in check by playing a relaxing game of “Shoots and Ladders”. It is Holliday’s turn, and we watch as he rolls and places his piece on a shoot much to the pleasure of the James brothers. ))

Jared: Sucks to be you Johnny! Now you have nearly no chance of winning this thing.

Johnny: Shush Jared. Plus I am pretty sure you and Jay have this freakin’ game rigged. I mean come on, neither one of you have hit a shut all game!

Jay: Talk about being a tad bit paranoid Johnny. Jared and I have just gotten lucky is all. No reason to hate on us for that.

(Holliday playfully jabs at the shoulder of Jay James after that comment, a gesture that the young man is more than willing to reciprocate. After this we see as Jared James rolls the die once again, advancing just enough to seal the deal and win the game. Jared gives a little fist pump, faking enthusiasm for winning a children’s game.)

Johnny: Of course Jared would win.

Jared: Hey Johnny… just like Jay just said, don’t hate.

(The trio get a good laugh out of this, but the tone of the group begins to shift with the realization that Jared James’s match with Sean Fallon is now only minutes away.)

Johnny: You are going to do great tonight bud, don’t worry about it.

Jared: I know I will perform up to my best Johnny. That is not something I am nervous about. I am more concerned with coming out with the victory and maintaining my momentum here in FRONTIER.

Jay: Well if it makes you feel any better, I have a strong feeling that you’ll come out on top tonight Jared.

(This response gives Jared a good chuckle.)

Jared: Thanks little brother. I mean don’t get me wrong, I know Sean Fallon seems like a shell of his former self. A man, if you will, whose bark seems to be a lot worse than his bite. But there is always that chance that tonight might be his night, you know. That somehow, despite looking like a zombie out there in that ring, Sean Fallon may revive his FRONTIER career tonight and position himself as the favorite moving forward for the number one contenders spot…

Now don’t get me wrong though, I am extremely confident heading into this match. Perhaps more confident than any match I have participated in FGA since my return to the ring. But I really want this one guys. Not only for myself, to erase any doubt in my abilities as a competitor, but for the fans here in FGA… you two, for having all of this faith in me… and even mom and dad, who I know will always have my back even if I am thousands of miles away.

(It is with the mention of Mr. and Mrs. James that Jay James winces, a gesture that Jared takes note of.)

Jared: You have something to say Jay? You’ve been acting weird all week, especially when mom and dad are mentioned.

(Just as it looks like Jay James is about to tell his brother something big, the door opens up and a FGA employee can be seen. The man looks right at Jared with a bit of annoyance spread across his face.)

FGA Employee: There you are Jared! We’ve been looking all over the place for you. You need to get in here and get in position, seeing as your match is about to start in like five minutes.

(Jared looks over at Jay, who simply shrugs his shoulders, and sighs in defeat. He nods his head, which is enough for the employee, and picks himself off of the ground.)

Jared: Well guys… it’s showtime.

(( With that said we watch as Jared James heads into the venue, followed by Johnny Holliday and Jay James, before the camera fades away. ))

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Alistair Alexander Wulfe vs. "The Wonderboy" Mike Smith

The lights go off as “Fear Of A Blank Planet” kicks in. The first seven seconds go by and the lights flash just as the song picks up. The Wonderboy struts out and looks around the arena, smoke rising up to his knees. He takes a few steps forward and looks over the crowd again, raising his arm up before running down the ramp and sliding in under the bottom rope. He looks from left to right and waits for his opponent.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Jose California.... weighing in at 221 pounds.... he is "The Wonderboy", MIKE SMITH!

Clement: Mike Smith has been on a little streak recently, winning his last two matches after his first match draw back in June. For as wild, eccentric and erratic as he may appear, Mike Smith is solid inside of the ring. If Alistair underestimates him, it could lead to his undoing here tonight.

Grayson: Smith is very technically sound. And the thing that Smith has going in his favor is the fact that he didn't spend 15 years behind bars. The bad news for him is that his opponent has spent the past 15 years behind bars. And the fact that a guy like Smith was allowed to prance around and do as he pleased while Wulfe was locked up like some wild animal.... let's just say that Wulfe is planning on unleashing some of that pent up frustration here tonight.

'Nothing Remains' begins to play and soon enough Alistair Wulfe arm in arm with Monique strut out atop the entryway. The blonde beauty is dressed to the nines while The Crusader has a hoody sheilding his face. The duo pause and gaze out over the fans before Monique pulls the hood back and reveals his face.

Cruz: And his opponent, being led to the ring by Monique. From London, England.... weighing in at 260 pounds..... ALISTAIR ALEXANDER WULFE!

The duo smirk and then march down to the ring where they take center stage. Monique takes off her man's jacket and caresses his firm chest as they kiss.

Clement: And here is Alistair Wulfe, being led to the ring by Monique. What does he need to do tonight to pick up the win?

Grayson: It's very simple. Ground Mike Smith and don't allow him to frustrate you. Mike Smith is going to want to get inside Wulfe's head and play mind games. As long as Wulfe stays focused, I think he's got this.

Alistair Alexander Wulfe	Wrestler	Mike Smith
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'3"	Height	6'2"
260 lbs	Weight	221 lbs
London, England	Hometown	San Jose, California
2011	Pro Debut	2005
The Crusaders End Redemption	Finisher	Stare in Wonder Wonderfall

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They go to lock up. But Smith ducks the collar and elbow tie up. When Wulfe turns around, Smith kicks him in the back of the leg. The crowd cheers. After rubbing the back of his leg, Wulfe continues to stalk Smith around the ring. Smit then lunges at Smith, going for another collar and elbow tie up. But again, Smith ducks the attempt. When Wulfe turns around, Smith kicks him again in the back of the thigh. The crowd cheers as Wulfe is growing frustrated with Smith's antics.

Clement: Mike Smith doing the smart thing early on by keeping his distance from Wulfe.

Grayson: For a guy who appears off his rocker, he has a pretty sound strategy thus far. There's no point in him trying to match strength with Wulfe. That's a fight he'll never win.

Wulfe shouts an obscenity as Smith smirks at the frustration being displayed by Wulfe. Wulfe continues to stalk Smith around the ring as Smith strafes away from him. Wulfe lunges forward. But again, he doesn't get a hold of Smith. When Wulfe turns around, Smith throws out a kick to the leg. But Wulfe reaches down and catches the foot.

Clement: Uh oh, he got caught.

The crowd boos as Wulfe taunts Smith, who is hopping up and down on one leg. He then spins Smith around. When Smith goes back, Wulfe looks to end it early with The Crusades End. But Smith ducks and counters with a school boy from behind.

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Clement: Mike Smith almost snuck out of here with a win.

As both men get up, Smith places him in a side headlock. Wulfe quickly shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe goes for a back body drop. But Smith stops, kicks him square in the face, and places him in another side headlock. The crowd cheers. After delivering three forearm shots to the back, Wulfe goes for a belly to back suplex. But Smith rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and places Wulfe in yet another side headlock. The crowd cheers while Wulfe grunts in frustration. The ref asks Wulfe if he wants to give up. But Wulfe refuses to quit.

Clement: The Wonderboy continues to frustrate Wulfe. Wulfe is ready to pounce all over him. But Smith is countering him at every turn.

Grayson: He's just making Wulfe angry at this point. He better hope that Wulfe doesn't catch him in a corner. Because once he does, The Wonderboy is going to be in a world full of hurt.

Wulfe finally shoves Smith off of him and into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd boos. He then picks up Smith, kicks him in the midsection and locks up with him. Wulfe quickly uses his strength advantage to move Smith into the corner. The ref scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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Both men slowly let go. As Smith raises his arms in the air, Wulfe goes to throw a sucker punch. But Smith moves out of the way. When Wulfe turns around, Smith unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then brings Wulfe from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Wulfe reverses, sending Smith into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe drops down to the canvas. Smith hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. Wulfe then pushes himself back up to his feet. When Smith comes back, Wulfe goes for a clothesline. But Smith ducks and runs into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers a samoan drop. He then gets up, picks up Smith, scoops him up from the side and delivers a swinging backbreaker. The crowd boos as Smith arches his back in pain. Wulfe finally makes the cover.

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Clement: Mike Smith gets his shoulder up a little after two. But more importantly, Wulfe has Smith right where he wants him.

Grayson: Exactly. No more game playing. No more ducking and countering everything. Just Mike Smith lying on the ground, in pain and easy pickings for Alistair Alexander Wulfe.

Wulfe picks up Smith and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then connects with a headbutt, sending Smith stumbling into the corner. As Wulfe approaches the corner, Smith makes his way out and connects with a series of knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe knocks him down with a savate kick. The crowd boos as Wulfe drops down and makes the cover.

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Clement: Kickout by Smith.

Wulfe makes the cover again.

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Clement: And another kickout for Mike Smith.

Wulfe then picks up Smith and shoves him into the corner. After delivering a kick to the midsection, Wulfe unleashes a series of european uppercuts that rock Smith's head. He then takes Smith and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Smith stumbles out, Wulfe throws him down with a t-bone suplex. The crowd boos as he turns and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another near fall there for Wulfe. But Mike Smith manages to get the shoulder up in the nick of time.

Grayson Yeah, but look at the damage he's taking. Look at the way Wulfe is gaining more and more control of this match.

As Wulfe picks up Smith, Smith begins to nail Wulfe with a series of right hands to the midsection. But after gouging his eyes, Wulfe grabs Smith, lifts him up in the air and hits a stalling suplex. The crowd boos as Wulfe turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Again with the near fall. But Mike Smith just won't stay down.

Grayson: We just saw what happened to Sean Hunter when he wouldn't stay down.

Wulfe picks up Smith and whips him into the corner. Wulfe charges into the corner, but Smith nails him with an elbow strike to the face, sending him stumbling back. While Wulfe is stunned, Smith turns around, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and backflips off, connecting with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

Clement: He just hit Wulfe with a moonsault! This could be it!

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Clement: NO! Wulfe gets his shoulder up.

Smith sighs.

As Smith goes to pick up Wulfe, Wulfe shoves him away. As Smith goes back to him, Wulfe catches him with a kick to the midsection. He then takes Smith and whips him into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe goes for a back elbow. But Smith ducks and runs into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Wulfe bends over to set up a back body drop. But Smith dives over him and goes for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Smith tries to pull Wulfe down. Wulfe swings his arms wildly, trying his hardest to regain his balance.

Clement: He's about to fall, Evan!

Grayson: I don't think so...

Once he does, he reaches down, grabs Smith by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. The crowd boos as Wulfe tries to choke the life out of Smith. But the boos turn to cheers once Smith nails Wulfe with a bell clap to the ears, breaking the hold. While Wulfe is stunned, Smith quickly grabs him and plants him with a DDT. The crowd cheers as Smith turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Wulfe gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: That was a close one.

Smith picks up Wulfe, grabs him around the neck and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then gets up to his feet and favors his back. After slowly making his way towards the ropes, he steps out onto the apron and begins to ascend the turnbuckles. Monique cna be seen on the outside shouting at Wulfe to do something. But once he reaches the top, Wulfe dives over and pulls down on the top rope. As a result, Smith loses his balance, slips and ends up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos.

Grayson: I'm going to guess he left his cup at home, huh?

Smith then slowly flips over and falls down into the ring. Wulfe then pulls himself up using the ropes. After looking over and seeing a downed Smith, Wulfe rubs his hands with bad intentions on his mind. He goes over to Smith, reaches down and grabs him by the neck with both hands. After yanking Smith up to his feet, he turns Smith around and shoves him into the corner. Wulfe then proceeds to unleash a series of deep shoulder thrusts to the back. The crowd boos as Smith cringes in pain. Wulfe then turns him around, brings him from out of the corner, hooks his arms and throws him nearly across the ring with a double underhook suplex. The crowd boos as Wulfe crawls across the ring and makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it. It's over....

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Clement: NO! Smith gets his shoulder up!

An annoyed Wulfe slaps the canvas and holds up three fingers to the ref.

Wulfe then picks up Smith and nails him with a european uppercut. But Smith responds with a punch to the face to cheers from the crowd. Wulfe comes back with another european uppercut. But again, Smith responds with a punch to the face to cheers from the crowd. Smith then nails Wulfe with another punch.... and another.... and another. But Smith's comeback is stopped by a knee strike to the midsection that doubles him over. The crowd boos. Wulfe then grabs Smith and goes for an irish whip. But Smith reverses, sending Wulfe into the ropes. When Wulfe comes back, Smith lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Spinebuster out of nowhere! Smith's got him! He's got him!

Grayson: But he's not making the cover, though.

Smith immediately arches his back in pain. After taking a few seconds to collect himself, he makes the cover.

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Clement: That couple of seconds he took could have been the different between a two count and a win.

Smith picks up Wulfe, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Wulfe around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.....

Wulfe then reaches up, grabs Smith, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb.

Grayson: What a counter by Wulfe!

Clement: Mike Smith looks to be in a bad way here.

The crowd boos as Smith arches his back in pain. After backing up towards past the center of the ring, Wulfe charges into the corner and goes for a running european uppercut. But Smith moves out of the way, forcing Wulfe to crash into the corner. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Nobody home there for Alistair Wulfe!

As Wulfe turns around, Smith connects with a running clothesline. He then turns around, grabs Wulfe, runs from out of the corner and brings him down with a bulldog. The crowd cheers. Smith then gets up and looks over at the ropes. He then runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and goes for the Stare into Wonder. Wulfe rolls out of the way. But Smith is able to land safely on his feet. As Smith goes over to Wulfe, Wulfe nails him with a kick to the midsection. He then hoists Smith up from the side and goes for Redmeption. But Smith lunges down and nails him with a sharp elbow to the skull. After rolling down off of Wulfe's shoulders, Smith kicks Wulfe in the midsection, grabs him and brings him down with the Wonderfall. The crowd cheers. Smith turns over and makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, "The Wonderboy" MIKE SMITH!

"Fear of a Blank Planet" plays as Mike Smith slowly gets back up to his feet. The ref slowly raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd. Mike winces as he holds his back in pain.

Clement: Mike Smith does it again! He picks up the win. This time over Alistair Wulfe.

Grayson: I thought Wulfe had this won. I don't know how Mike Smith pulled this off. I honestly don't.

While Smith continues to celebrate, Alistair sits up after finally coming to. After realizing what just happened, he turns around. As soon as he sees Smith, a look of anger comes across is face. Wulfe then gets up to his feet and charges over to attack Smith. But Smith realizes what's coming behind him and hops through the ropes and to the floor just in time. Smith then stumbles his way up the aisle and towards the back as Wulfe repeatedly kicks and shakes the ropes in frustration.

[FGA Office]

Earlier Today

The scene is backstage at the Trocadero Theater. The camera pans on A.J. Fairchild who is in the back clad in his ring gear, warming up for his match with some stretching. He is down on the floor extending his legs and touching the tip of his boot getting loose and limber, however noticing the camera A.J. looks up with a straight face.

“Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania allow me to re-introduce myself. I am A.J. Fairchild, and I know that this city knows me very well. Around a couple of months ago, at the fabled ECW Arena, I participated in the last wrestling show hosted by the venue before the inevitable happened. I was at the time working for the WARPED Wrestling promotion. But speaking of warped. Let’s take a slight peak into my usually warped perspective about my match tonight and other miscellaneous things.

Matt Mario, one half of the Super Wrestling Mario Brothers. To be completely honest with you, I don’t like you. But with a name like the pissed off teenager of professional wrestling you can’t expect me to like too many people. So the fact that I don’t like you, don’t take that personally. As far as respect, I respect you, respect the fact that competing is a prime prerogative of yours. I respect the fact that you had the balls and the moxie to call me out for a match. I’m sure that when we leave everything in that ring, we’ll steal the whole fucking show.
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*A.J. slightly laughs as he switches legs to stretch. He looks back into the camera with his facial expression completely serious*

“Now, as for Alistair Alexander Wulfe, you should be so proud, you’ve been one of the few people to reach the storied Fairchild Trifecta, you see not only have you made me dislike you, and not respect you, you’ve also managed to really…really piss me the fuck off. Man look in the mirror, you a thirty-five year old ex-convict who instead of getting on with his life, tries to be that annoying prick who moans about every little thing that’s happened to him. Wulfe, me and the other guys in the back are sick off you. You’ve only been on one FGA event and you’ve managed to bitch more than anyone on this roster combined…well maybe except for Fallon. Wulfe to be completely upfront with you, I hate you, I hate your face, I hate your whore’s face, I hate the way you spell your stupid last name, I hate that you’re from England… I just whole-heartedly hate you. But the ironic thing, is that you’re not even relevant to anything I’m looking forward too. I have a huge proving match tonight, sans Wulfe. I fought my way to be entered in the New Frontiers Invitational sans Wulfe. Now let’s compare that to what you’ve done.

You’ve bitched your way into the Invitational sans Fairchild, you’ve won a match sans Fairchild, and you have your own match tonight sans Fairchild. If you can’t do the math meathead let me break it down for you. If you ever make the mistake of letting your mouth form the word Fairchild ever again, I’m going to be there with a size twelve boot to shove down your larynx before you can even utter the damn word. Got it sweetheart? Good, now get this camera out of my face, I gotta match to get ready for.”

*A.J. lightly shoved the camera away from him a he went back to preparing for Matt Mario*

[FGA Office]

A.J. Fairchild vs. "Player 1" Matt Mario

"Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as Matt Mario steps through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. After looking around at the crowd and nodding his head in approval, Matt jumps up and then races down the aisle.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Mushroom Kingdom.... weighing in at 168 pounds.... he is "Player 1" MATT MARIO!

After sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, he pushes himself up and heads into the corner. Matt climbs up onto the second rope and throws his index finger in the air. He then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and backflips off, landing safely on his feet in the ring to cheers.

Clement: Matt Mario, one half of the Super Mario Wrestling Bros makes his way into the ring. What do you expect out of this contest?

Grayson: I expect it to be fast, fast, fast. Blink and you may miss it. Seriously. These guys both go at 150 miles an hour. They can fly higher than anyone here in FGA. And it's all going to be on display.

A loud foghorn sounds three times, the smoke machine fogs the black curtain as "Busy Being Born" by the band Middle Class Rut plays over the the venue's P.A. sound system.

Emerging from the back curtain is A.J. Fairchild who, hops up and down on the tip of his toes getting pumped for his match. A.J. then jogs down the ramp and high fives a few people on his way to the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas..... weighing in at 194 pounds... he is "The Pissed Off Teenager of Pro Wrestling", AJ FAIRCHILD!

A.J. slides in the ring, and runs towards the nearest turnbuckle. A.J. scales the top of the turnbuckle and throws up a hook'em horns hand sign before jumping down from the turnbuckle.

Clement: I've sene this young man backstage. I've heard him speak in the days leading up to this. He is focused, hungry and ready for this moment, Evan.

Grayson: He is. But he's got to channel and focus that anger. If he loses his self control, Matt Mario could sneak away with this one.

AJ Fairchild	Wrestler	Matt Mario
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Welterweight
5'9"	Height	5'9"
194 lbs	Weight	168 lbs
Dallas, Texas	Hometown	Mushroom Kingdom
2011	Pro Debut	2010
Fairchild Special Metta World Elbow Holy Mutilation	Finisher	Starman Special P-Wing Splash

Both men make their way to the center of the ring and shake hands. After stepping back into their respective corners, the bell sounds. As soon as the bell sounds, both men race towards the center of the ring. AJ goes for a clothesline. But Matt ducks it. When AJ turns around, Matt goes for a clothesline of his own. But AJ ducks it. When Matt tuns around, he throws out a kick. But AJ catches his foot and spins him around. When Matt comes back, AJ nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, dropping Matt down to all fours. AJ quickly grabs his arms, spins around it and rolls up Matt with a la mahistral.

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Clement: Matt kicks out.

As Matt gets up, AJ runs over and nails him with a knife-edge chop that sends him stumbling into the corner. AJ heads into the corner and delivers another knife-edge chop. He then grabs Matt and whips him into the corner. AJ runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then nails Matt with three shoulder thrusts to the midsection. AJ takes a couple steps back, charges and goes for a diving shoulder thrust. But Matt quickly hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, jumps off and delivers a Mushroom Stomp to the back. The crowd cheers. As AJ gets up, Matt throws him down with arm drag. The crowd cheers. AJ gets back up, but Matt throws him right back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As AJ gets back up, Matt knocks him down with a spinning leg sweep. The crowd cheers as Matt turns and makes the cover.

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AJ reaches up, quickly grabs onto Matt's torso and bridges up from underneath him. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. AJ then quickly runs into the ropes. Matt then gets up to his feet. When AJ comes back, Matt leap frogs over him. AJ continues to run into the ropes. When AJ comes back, Matt turns around and goes for a hip toss. But AJ steps through it and throws him down with a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers. Matt gets up, but AJ throws him down with a mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. Matt gets back up, but AJ throws him down with another mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Matt gets up, AJ runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Matt stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. AJ then runs into the ropes as Matt gets up on the outside. When AJ comes back, he charges forward and goes for a baseball slide. But Matt slide steps and slides back into the ring. He then runs into the ropes as AJ rolls back into the ring. When Matt comes back, he runs over towards AJ, jumps up and takes him down with a flying headscissors takeover. AJ is sent stumbling through the ropes and to he floor. As AJ gets up on the outside, Matt runs into the ropes. When AJ turns around, Matt charges forward and goes for a suicide dive. But AJ dives out of the way as Matt tumbles down onto the floor.

Clement: And nbody's home as the high risk doesn't pay off for Matt Mario.

Grayson: These guys are simply trying to outdo each other. Anything you can do, I can do better. And they're already taking it to the air.

The crowd gasps as AJ scurries back over to the side of the ring and then rolls back in. He crouches down, waiting for Matt to get up. As Matt starts to move, AJ then runs into the ropes. Once Matt gets up, AJ comes back and flips over the ropes with a top rope plancha, knocking him down to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: And the high risk connects for AJ as Matt Mario gets knocked down hard. And he's got this crowd firmly in his corner now.

AJ picks up Matt and rolls him back into the ring. He hops up onto the apron, springboards onto the top rope and connects with a senton. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Matt gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Apparently Matt took his green mushrooms today.

AJ picks up Matt, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the building. He then nails Matt with another stiff kick to the back. Matt can be seen arching his back in pain. AJ then reaches down, picks him up, hoists him up from the side and delivers a backdrop suplex. He makes the cover.

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Clement: Another near fall there from AJ Fairchild. AJ now seems to be grounding Matt.

Grayson: He could continue to go back and forth with Matt Mario. But why risk it? Why not just ground your opponent and wear him down?

AJ sits up Matt and applies a seated waistlock from behind. The ref asks Matt if he wants to give up. But Matt refuses to quit. He then places the soles of his feet against the canvas and slowly pushes himself back up to his feet. He then repeatedly nails AJ with elbows to the face until AJ lets go of the hold. Once he's free, Matt runs into the ropes. When Matt comes back, AJ hoists him up and pancakes him on the canvas. The crowd cheers. As Matt gets up on one knee and clutches his ribs in pain, AJ runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Matt in the head with a shining wizard. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as AJ makes the cover.

Clement: AJ just clocked Matt in the head with that knee. This could be it.........

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Clement: NO! Matt gets his shoulder up.

AJ looks down at Matt and shakes his head as he places his hands on his hips. He then gets up to his feet, picks up Matt and nails him with a knife-edge chop. Matt responds with a shoot kick to the chest. AJ then nails Matt with another knife-edge chop. Matt responds with another shoot kick to the chest. AJ throws out another knife-edge chop. But Matt puts his forearms up, blocks the move. He counters with another shoot kick to the chest.... and another.... and another.... and another.

Clement: Matt Mario is lighting up AJ's chest with those hard kicks. And this crowd is starting to swing back to his side.

Matt then grabs a hold of AJ and whips him into the corner. Matt charges into the corner and connects with a Koopa Kick to the head. The crowd cheers as AJ slumps down in the corner. Matt grabs him by the ankle, drags him from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Clement: Good ring awareness there by Matt Mario to drag AJ away from the ropes. But AJ is still able to get the shoulder up in time.

Matt then picks up AJ and whips him into the ropes. When AJ comes back, Matt goes for a back body drop. But AJ counters with a sunset flip attempt. The crowd cheers as Matt swings his arms wildly, trying his hardest to regain his balance. Once he does, Matt jumps up and delivers a double foot stop to the chest.

Clement: He may have just driven the air right out of AJ!

The crowd cheers. He then walks over beside AJ, turns his back to him and hits a standing moonsault. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as Matt hooks the leg.

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Clement: AJ gets his shoulder up just in time. But I thought that one was over after the double foot stop followed by the moonsault.

Grayson: These two are leaving it all out there. They both know that to make it to the top of FGA, it all starts here for them on this stage.

Matt then gets up, picks up AJ and whips him into the corner. Matt runs, jumps and connects with a flying discus punch to the face. The crowd cheers. He then turns around, grabs AJ and goes for a running bulldog. But AJ shoves Matt off of him and into the ropes. When Matt comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But AJ ducks by dropping onto his back. When Matt turns around, AJ quickly kips up and then immediately hits a pele kick. The crowd cheers. While Matt is stunned, AJ spins him around, jumps up and brings him down with a backstabber. The crowd cheers while Matt arches his back in pain. AJ then steps through the ropes and repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle pad to cheers from the crowd. He then climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with the Fairchild Special. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, AJ FAIRCHILD!

"Busy Being Born" hits as AJ gets back up to his feet. He walks over into the corner, climbs up onto the turnbuckles and throws up the hook-em horns sign to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a match that was by those two.

Grayson: I told you what they were going to do and they did just that. Those two went after each other with speed and ariel maneuvers. But in the end, AJ was just a little bit faster, flew a little bit higher and came away with the win.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Earlier Today

[The scene fades open to the FGA backdrop. Chandler Scott stands by decked out in a pair of blue jeans, a plain white tee, and of course, his Harvard letterman jacket. But there's no Preston or Madison around. Just Chandler, ready to tear into Blaine one more time. For the last time.]

Chandler:
Oh I'm sorry, did I touch a nerve. Aw, poor Blainey Boo, did I hurt your feelings? Good! That must mean that the truth hurts. And the truth that I laid out here four days ago for the world to see, it apparently hit you like a punch to the nuts. Sorry, "champ", but if you were expecting me to take it easy on you like the Frontier Office has, then think again! You're the "top guy", right? You're "the man", right? The so-called "best there is, was and ever will be", right? I figured that being the champion of this place meant that you had the ability to roll with the punches. You know, understanding the basic concept that being the champion means that people will viciously come after you. But apparently Blaine never got that memo. Well, if you thought that truth telling the other day put you in a tizzy, then prepare to be driven up the wall.

(Chandler smirks.)

Chandler:
You say you don't like me? Well gee, I'm glad we got that out of the way. I guess I can now cross you off my Christmas Card list, huh? You don't like me, Blaine? I couldn't care less. I cannot stand you. I don't respect you. And the sight of you carrying around that belt makes me sick to my stomach. But while that sight makes me nauseous, you propping yourself up as FGA's proverbial white knight, that makes me want to bash my brains in. There is nothing noble about you. There is nothing courageous about you. There is nothing to respect about you. You're a man that got his panties in a bunch because his former BFF, Jared James, decided that he didn't want to share his Barbie dolls with you anymore. You're a man who lucked into winning that belt because Michael Tomkins is almost as overhyped as you are. He was a man who before you was praised as some great talent that he truly never was. He was a man who couldn't find his way out of a one way street without Timmy Brown holding his hand. The only reason he even amounted to anything in this company was because his old, decrepit, washed up manager had to win his matches for him. Yet you tout him as someone that wasn't an "easy task"? Pfft, please. Tomkins was nothing without Timmy Brown holding his hand. Sort of similar in a way how you're nothing without the suits protecting you.

(Chandler snickers.)

Chandler:
You say you have hated me since day one? Well what a coincidence, I've hated you since day one, too. I don't know what it was. I couldn't quite put me finger on it. But from the moment you walked in, you had this.... this aura of douchebaggery about you. The slicked back hair. The hipster attire. The Prius. It made me want to take this right hand of mine and slap you across the face. But when my hatred for you really began to escalate was when you won that belt. And it wasn't out of jealousy. Because believe me, you have nothing than I need to be jealous of. But the way you flash that little toothy grin. The way that you hold that belt to the camera as you make your little snotty comments at me from up in your ivory tower. You mind as well be dangling that belt in front of my face. But when I really, and I mean REALLY began to hate you, Blaine... was when you told me that I didn't deserve a shot at the FGA Heavyweight Champion. Me, of all people, hasn't earned a shot at that belt in the eyes of the almighty, holier than thou Blaine Harrison. That's rich. It really is. Now look here, Blaine. I know I come from privilege. I know I was born with a silver spoon stuck in my mouth. I've made no bones about the fact that I was born into money. But when it comes to FGA, I've scratched and clawed my way to the top. But according to you, I haven't earned my stripes. I didn't "deserve" a champion match. You want to know when I got put in championship contention, Blaine? You want to know when I earned my three victories to qualify for a title shot? In February, Blaine. FEBRUARY! I had to wait damn near six months for this title shot! Six months I waited on the sidelines while you paraded around with a belt you never should have had in the first place. All this time I've been waiting for my rightful shot. But you'd rather hand out shots to an undeserving Tomkins or Jacques Mercier who, let's be honest, couldn't give you two straight solid performances if his life depended on it. But I don't deserve my shot, huh? You're something else....

Chandler:
Make no mistakes about it. I've cheated my way to the top. And to that I say, so? Who cares if someone got lowblowed. Who cares if I ran a little interference here and there? All that matters at the end of the day are wins and loses. No one cares about the could haves, should haves and would haves. No one cares about the circumtances surrounding the outcome. The only thing that gets written down in the record books are wins and losses. Now if you want to go out there, shake hands, kiss babies, be my guest. You want to go out there and be everyone's best friend, then good for you. I'm not here to shake hands or kiss any babies. I'm not here for respect. I don't need it. Especially from the likes of you. I'm only concerned about one thing. And that's the gold. And the more I think about it, the more I realize why you've been acting the way you have for these past couple months.

(Chandler smiles as he shakes his index finger, indicating that he's on to something.)

Chandler:
I think I know why. I think I finally know why you've been ducking and dodging me. It's because you were scared, Blaine. Scared of being exposed for the lying hypocritical coward that you really are. Scared of being outsmarted by the most intelligent man in the room. And scared of being outclassed in the middle of that ring. But slowly but surely, every single one of those fears became a reality, didn't they? I've outsmarted you since day one. I realized that you and Jared weren't men. You were petty teenagers masquerading yourselves as champions. So I planted the seed of doubt in both of your minds. I put the wedge in between the two of you which caused dissension and led to the eventually breakup of your little bromance. Score one for me. Then over the past several months, I've repeatedly called you out. I've pulled your card. I've pulled the wool from over everyone's eyes and let the true Blaine Harrison be shown to the world. And slowly but surely, people have come to my side. They won't say it publicly. Doing that would admit I'm right. And we all know how hard that is, right Blaine?

(Chandler winks at the camera)

Chandler:
But they know that deep down that you aren't even half the man that you pretend to be. They just won't admit it since it would mean that they would have to acknowledge your lies that they bought into. Score another one for me. And if that wasn't enough, I have slowly but surely been the main instrument that has led to your downfall over the past few months. It happened on June 30 in Monroe. It happened two weeks ago in Richmond. And if Kit Kelsey would've finished what I started instead of being the incompetent idiot that he is, you wouldn't have even made it past Collision. I believe that's game, set and match for me.

(Chandler cackles to himself.)

Chandler:
Blaine, this isn't just about the championship. Beating you for that belt? Yeah, it'll feel good. And it'll be a long time coming. It's something that would have happened two months ago had your actually grew a spine. But this thing between you and me, it's personal. There's no mutual respect here. There's no love here. Nothing but hate. If I hurt your feelings tonight, good. If you get hurt in that ring, good. If you have to be carted out of the building, good. I can't even put into words what little regard I have for your safety and for your health. This didn't have to be this way. You could have simply realized that I was the most deserving man for a title shot and we could have fought. There still would have been no love lost. But at least FGA's "noble knight" would have done the right thing. But no. You couldn't even agree to give me the match. The Frontier Office had to decide that they were no longer going to keep stalling me and give me the title shot that you should have given me months ago! Blaine Harrison, fighting champion. Just one of the many lies that have come out of your mouth. But tonight, you'll finally speak the truth for the first time in months. And you want to know what those words will be?

"Chandler was right."

I will achieve greatness in Philly. Tonight at "Above & Beyond", I will finally take my rightful place at the top of FGA as its Heavyweight Champion. Anything less would be.... uncivilized.

[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard "H".]

[FGA Office]

Jared James vs. Sean Fallon

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.... from West Glocsbury, Massachusetts... weighing in at 189 pounds.... SEAN FALLON!

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

Clement: After reeking havoc on FGA for months on end, Sean Fallon has appeared extremely vulnerable as of late.

Grayson: That "All Violence is Legal" match took a lot out of both Fallon and Micky O'Reiily. And we've seen the effects of it over the past month and a half.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 205 pounds..... JARED JAMES!

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

Clement: And here comes Jared James. I've never seen Jared this determined, this focused with achieving the top prize in all of FGA.

Grayson: If he wants to finally become a champion, then this is what he needs to continue to do.

Jared James	Wrestler	Sean Fallon
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Middleweight
5'10"	Height	5'9"
205 lbs	Weight	189 lbs
Des Moines, Iowa	Hometown	Boston, Massachusetts
2007	Pro Debut	2011
The I-35 Drive The Hawk Drop	Finisher	Fallon Driver Chimera Shooting Star Press

The bell sounds as Fallon immediately goes after Jared in the corner with the Fallon Kick. But Jared moves out of the way, resulting in Fallon's leg getting caught up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Jared repeatedly kicks Fallon in the back of the leg. After Jared backs up, he charges back into the corner and gives Fallona kick to the back of the leg so hard that it kicks Fallon's legs out from under him. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Fallon tried to catch Jared off guard with the cheap shot. But Jared moved out of the way in time and is making Fallon pay!

Jared then picks up Fallon and grabs him by the leg. The crowd cheers as Fallon tries to punch Jared. But he swings and misses. Jared then decides to bring Fallon down with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd cheers as Fallon clutches his leg in pain. Jared goes over, picks him up, lifts up Fallon's leg and throws him back down with another dragonscrew legwhip. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Jared now showing Fallon no mercy whatsover.

While Fallon is on the canvas, Jared goes over, lifts up his leg and delivers a spinning toe hold. The crowd cheers as Fallon can be heard groaning in pain. Jared then delivers another spinning toe hold to cheers from the crowd. Fallon kicks Jared with his free leg. But Jared responds by letting go, walking over and delivering a stomp to the chest. He then reaches down, picks up Fallon, lifts him up from the side and delivers a shinbreaker. Fallon tumbles to the canvas as he clutches his leg in pain.

Clement: Fallon is writhing on the canvas in pain. He has the mercy of Jared James. But don't expect Jared to feel sorry for him. Fallon wasn't sorry when he broke people's arms.

Jared grabs Fallon by the ankle and drags him over to the ropes. After popping Fallon's ankle up on the middle rope, Jared delivers a jumpin seated senton to the leg. The crowd cheers as Fallon groans in pain. But Jared's not done yet. He jumps up and delivers another seated senton to the leg. Fallon slaps the canvas in pain as the crowd cheers.

Jared brings Fallon to the center of the ring, lifts up his leg, turns and locks in the Cedar River Leglock. The crowd cheers as Fallon sits up in immense pain. But Jared has no sympathy for him as he keeps the hold locked on. The ref asks Fallon if he wants to give up. But Fallon just responds by yelling in pain. Jared continues to keep the hold locked on to cheers form the crowd. Meanwhile, Fallon can be seen writhing in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Fallon taps out to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JARED JAMES!

"Guilt" plays as Jared reluctantly lets go of the hold. He then gets up to his feet and walks around the ring with his arms raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jared James picks up the win as he dismantled Sean Fallon in the ring. For months, Fallon provoked and injured many. Tonight, the shoe was put on the other foot. And with this win, we may finally be rid of Sean Fallon.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Main Event
FGA Heavyweight Championship Match
[c] "Metal Heart" Blaine Harrison vs. Chandler Scott

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

Clement: If you think that Madison Stewart is conspicuous by her absence, then think again. When this match was finally made, a clause was put in that stated that Madison Stewart was banned from ringside.

Grayson: Which is totally absurd?

Clement: How is it absurd? She has interferred countless times in both Chandler and Preston's matches and.... wait, what's this?

Senior official Bruce Mitchell steps to the outside and tells both Chandler and Preston that Preston cannot be at ringside either for this match. Chandler has a look of shock on his face while Preston is in disbelief. He tries to argue with the ref, but the ref is having none of it. He then points at Preston and makes a motion to the back, offically throwing him out from ringside to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I don't believe this. I don't believe this! Now Preston is banned from ringside, too? This isn't fair.

Clement: It seems more than fair to me. People want to see Blaine versus Chandler, not Blaine versus Chandler, Preston and Madison. It's about time we finally got to see these two go strictly one on one.

Grayson: I see that the fix is clearly in to help everyone's favorite, Blaine Harrison.

Clement: Don't start that nonsense. You sound like Chandler.

Grayson: So I sound like someone telling the truth?

After Chandler hops onto the apron, he steps through the ropes and paces back and forth. He's clearly upset over what has just happened.

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

Clement: Blaine Harrison has made it absolutely clear his intentions tonight. And that's to rip Chandler's shoulder out of his socket and make him tap out.

Grayson: We saw him do it to Preston Blake back at Spring Breakage in June. But I think that Chandler has learned from Preston's mistakes. He's got Blaine's number. Soon, he'll have his belt, too.

Clement: Blaine will admit to anyone that Chandler has gotten the better of him and that he's gotten knocked down. But he gets back up. Blaine always gets back up and will continue to get back up. There's no quit in him whatsoever. That's why he is "Metal Heart". That's why he's our FGA Heavyweight Champion! Now let's send it down to the ring to Manny Cruz with the introductions. Manny.....

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit. It is your main event of the evening. And it is for the FGA Heavyweight Championship!

(Applause can be heard throughout the crowd)

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 255 pounds..... CHANDLER SCOTT!

(Chandler is nearly boo'd out of the building.)

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

(Blaine raises his FGA Championship in the air to a monster pop from the crowd.)

The crowd gives Blaine a standing ovation. Blaine acknowledges the crowd by waving to them. Senior referee Bruce Mitchell brings both men to the center of the ring. He tells them to protect themselves at all times. He tells them to obey his instructions at all times. He lets both men know that if they want to shake hands, then do so now. But Chandler and Blaine keep eyeing each other. Mitchell then instructs both men to back up to their respective corners. He goes over to Blaine and asks for the belt. Blaine looks down at the belt, cradling it in his arms. He then holds it up, kisses the center plate and hands it over to the ref. The ref then walks over to Chandler and shows it to him. Chandler nods. Mitchell then heads to the center of the ring and raises the belt for all to see. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. After handing the belt off to Cruz on the outside, the ref calls for the bell.

Blaine Harrison	Wrestler	Chandler Scott
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
6'1"	Height	6'1"
216 lbs	Weight	255 lbs
Akron, Ohio	Hometown	Hyannis Port, Massachusetts
2006	Pro Debut	2008
Metal Heart Suplex Don't Hold Back	Finisher	Harvard Hammer Superplex

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. They stare each other down and trash talk each other. Chandler then moves his hands back and forth around his waist, suggesting that he's going to take the championship from Blaine. But Blaine just smirks as he shakes his head from side to side. Both men then take a couple of steps back before circling the ring.

Clement: You can cut this tension with a knife.

Grayson: I love it!

Clement: Aaaaaaaaand here we go!

They then inch closer to each other before locking up. Chandler quickly shoves Blaine back, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Chandler takes a step back and flexes to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler quickly throws Blaine to the ground with ease.

Grayson: Blaine cannot match strength with Chandler. He just can't.

Blaine shakes his head disapprovingly before stepping away from the ropes and circling the ring. Both men inch closer to each other before locking up. After jockeying for position, Chandler shoves Blaine down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Chandler drops down and does push-ups right in Blaine's line of site. Blaine turns over and slaps the canvas in frustration before getting back up to his feet. Chandler then pushes himself back up to his feet. Both men then circle the ring.

Clement: Chandler now getting a little more arrogant, as if that were even possible....

They lock up. After jockeying for position, Chandler uses his strength advantage to move Blaine backwards into the corner. The ref quickly scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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Both men slowly break the hold. As Blaine lifts his arms in the air, Chandler takes advantage and slaps Blaine across the face to tremendous heel heat from the crowd.

Grayson: Did you heart that? Talk about slapping the taste out of someone's mouth! Man!

Chandler takes a couple of steps back and chuckles over what he's just done. Blaine holds the side of his face in pain. He slowly turns back to Chandler and trembles with anger. He then marches out of the corner and locks up with Chandler. After an initial struggle, Chandler throws him down to the canvas. But Blaine quickly gets back up, lunges himself at Chandler and locks up. But again, after an initial struggles, Chandler tosses him to the side, sending him tumbling down to the canvas.

Clement: Blaine has clearly lost his composure now. He needs to regain it. This is what Chandler wants him to do.

Grayson: What, fight anrgy? Of course. And Blaine is falling right into the trap.

But Blaine gets back up. He runs back over to Chandler and brings him to the canvas with a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers. He then mounts himself on top of Chandler and hammers away with a flurry of right hands to cheers from the crowd. Chandler then rolls over on top of Blaine and throws some right hands of his own. But Blaine is able to roll back on top of him. The crowd cheers as Blaine lets out a flurry of wild rights and lefts. Chandler tries to cover up, but some of the punches still penetrate. Chandler is then somehow able to push Blaine off of him. Chandler then quickly rolls to the outside to safety before Blaine can pounce back on him. Blaine then runs over towards the ropes and kicks the bottom rope in anger, sending Chandler stumbling back with caution. Blaine then pumps his fists as the crowd is solidly behind him.

Clement: Look at Blaine Harrison go! I don't think we've ever seen him that angry before here in FGA!

Grayson: No we have not. Chandler better be lucky he rolled to the outside. That bottom rope that Blaine kicked could have eaisly been his face.

Chandler walks around the ring. But Blaine never takes his eyes off of him, following his every move. Chandler tries to hop up onto the apron. But Blaine quickly scurries over to the ropes, forcing Chandler to slip back down to the floor. Chandler continues to walk around ringside. But again, Blaine follows his every step. Chandler then tries to roll back in. But as soon as Blaine runs towards the ropes, Chandler quickly rolls back out. Chandler then complains to the ref about Blaine.

Grayson: C'mon Blaine, let the man back in.

Clement: I see that Chandler can dish it out, but he can't take it.

The ref then reluctantly tells Blaine to move back and allow Chandler to get back in the ring. Chandler slowly climbs up onto the apron. He sees Blaine motioning towards the ropes, so he points at the ref and then makes a shooing motion with his hand. The ref reluctantly places his hands on Blaine and moves him back. Chandler then slowly reenters the ring to boos from the crowd. The two men circle the ring. They inch closer to each other before going for a collar & elbow tie-up. Blaine ducks the tie up and grabs Chandler from behind with a waist lock. Chandler quickly elbows him in the face, breaking the hold. Chandler then performs a standing switch and applies a waistlock of his own. But Blaine hits an elbow of his own to the face. He then quickly reaches down and pulls Chandler's leg out from under him, bringing him down to the canvas. Blaine quickly turns around and goes for a figure four, but Chandler uses his free leg to shove Blaine down to the canvas. Both men quickly get up to their feet. But Chandler reaches over and applies a side headlock. The ref asks Blaine if he wants to give up. But Blaine wags his index finger. Chandler then cinches in the hold. But Blaine hits him with four punches to the midsection. He then shoves Chandler from off of him and into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks down Blaine with a running shoulderblock. Chandler again flexes, causing the crowd to boo. He then runs into the ropes as Blaine turns over and gets up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, Blaine leap frogs over him. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blaine goes for a hip toss. But Chandler step through and goes for a hip toss of his own. Blaine blocks it and knocks Chandler down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Blaine knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Blaine grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blaine jumps up and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. Blaine turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Kickout by Chandler for the first near fall of the match. You can just see the hatred in Blaine's eyes. You can fele his disdain for Chandler Scott.

Grayson: That's all well and good. The angrier he gets, the more he gets off his game. And that's good news for Chandler.

Blaine picks him up, hits him with a toe kick and then follows up with a snap suplex. Blaine turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another kickout from Chandler.

Blaine picks up Chandler and nails him with a knife-edge chop, sending him stumbling into the corner. Blaine goes into the corner and nails him with a chop.

Crowd: WOO!

And another....

Crowd: WOO!

And another....

Crowd: WOO!

The crowd cheers as Chandler covers up his chest in pain. Blaine then takes him and whips him into the opposite corner. Blaine charges into the corner and connects with a discus clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He then brings Chandler from out of the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Chandler and goes for a tornado DDT. But Chandler shoves Blaine from off of him in mid air. Blaine luckily lands on his feet. He runs back towards the corner. But Chandler runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a textbook dropkick. The crowd boos as Chandler makes the cover.

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Clement: Beautiful dropkick there by Chandler. But it only gets a two count. What does Chandler need to do to win this match?

Grayson: Continue doing what he's doing. Playing mind games with Blaine. Keep trying to get Blaine's blood boiling. But also, he needs to utilize his size advantage. Both men are the same height. But Chandler is a lot more muscular and is a lot stronger than Blaine. Once he wears Blaine down, he's ripe for the picking.

Chandler then picks up Blaine and goes for an irish whip. But Blaine reverses, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blaine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chandler counters by grabbing two handfuls of Blaine's hair and quickly throwing him down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as Blaine clutches the back of his head in pain. Chandler then nonchalantly heads into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop to the head. The crowd boos as Chandler tolls over, turns over and makes the cover.

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Chandler then picks up Blaine and knees him in the midsection. He follows up with an elbow to the back of the head, dropping Blaine down to all fours. Chandler reaches down, picks him up and delivers another elbow to the back of the head. Blaine drops back down to all fours. Chandler reaches down, picks up Blaine and nails him with an elbow strike, sending Blaine stumbling into the ropes. As Chandler approaches, Blaine throws out a toe kick. But Chandler reaches down, catches the foot and brings Blaine away from the ropes. He then wags his index finger at Blaine before yanking him towards him down knocking him down with a hard clothesline. The crowd boos as Chandler makes the cover.

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Clement: Another two count for Chandler.

Grayson: He's not doing so bad with Madison and Preston not out here, huh?

Clement: He's got the advantage right now, I'll admit. But what will happen when the going gets tough? What happens when Chandler needs to dig down deep and he's got nothing left. He's always had Preston to tag out to. He's always had Madison there interfere and cause a distraction. Now he's got to go it alone. And we don't know if he's got it in him to win the big match by himself.

Chandler picks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Chandler catches him in mid air and counters with a rib breaker. The crowd boos. He then picks up Blaine and nails him with a forearm strike, sending Blaine stumbling into the corner. Chandler heads into the corner and unleashes a series of forearm strikes to the head. A dazed Blaine slowly slumps down in the corner to boos from the crowd. Chandler then reaches down, grabs a handful of Blaine's hair and pulls him back up. He then takes Blaine and whips him into the corner. Chandler charges into the opposite corner and connects with a running forearm smash to the face. The crowd boos. He then grabs a hold of Blaine, snapmares him out of the corner, and follows up with a rolling neck snap. The crowd boos as Chandler crawls back over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another near fall there by Chandler. But Blaine gets his shoulder up. Blaine has been looking a little worse for wear these past couple of minutes.

Grayson: Chandler has really been targeting the head and neck, obviously softening him up for the Harvard Hammer. He's got to grab his bearings and get back in this thing. Or what's happening right now could snowball into something worse. But I'm perfectly fine with seeing Blaine get knocked silly.

Chandler picks up Blaine, hooks his arm around his neck and then brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Chandler then gets up, heads across the ring and then crouches down. He waits impatiently for Blaine to get up. Once a dazed Blaine slowly turns over ans gets up on all fours, Chandler charges across the ring and nails him in the side of the head with a knee trembler. The crowd boos as Blaine crumbles to the canvas. Chandler turns him over and makes the cover.

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Blaine gets his shoulder up. Chandler then sits Blaine up and places him in a sleeper. The ref asks Blaine if he wants to give up. But Blaine refuses to quit. So Chandler cinches in the hold, trying to cut off the oxygen and force Blaine to black out. After a few seconds, the ref asks Blaine if he wants to give up. No answer. So again, the ref asks him if he wants to give up. Again, Blaine doesn't answer him. So the ref then kneels down, grabs Blaine's arm and raises it up. The arm falls down to sighs from the crowd.

Clement: Blaine's in trouble now. He may already be out cold.

The ref raises Blaine's arm again. It falls back down. The crowd gasps as Chandler nods his head, knowing that he has the match won.

Clement: One more of these and it's over.....

The ref raises Blaine's arm again. It begin to fall, then shoots back up. The crowd explodes with cheers as Chandler looks like he's just seen a ghost.

Clement: And he's not done yet! Blaine got some fight left in him!

Chandler shakes his head in disbelief as Blaine begins to pump his fists. He feeds off the energy from the crowd as they shout his name at the top of their lungs......

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

Blaine slowly turns over onto his knees. He then slowly gets up to his feet. After elbowing Chandler four times in the midsection, Blaine lifts him up and brings him down with a shinbreaker. The crowd cheers. Blaine follows up by getting behind Chandler and bringing him down with a reverse DDT. He makes the cover.

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Clement: Close out there for Blaine, but Chandler juuuuuuust gets his shoulder up in time.

Blaine picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Blaine into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler throws out the Harvard Hammer. But Blaine ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blaine connects with a basedrop kick to the leg, bringing Chandler down to one knee. Blaine then gets up and runs back into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, he runs towards Chandler and knocks him down with a step up enziguiri. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Blaine picks up Chandler, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Chandler and goes for another tornado DDT. But again, Chandler shoves him off in mid air. Blaine again luckily lands on his feet. Chandler charges from out of the corner and goes for a running clothesline, but Blaine ducks. When Chandler turns around, Blaine delivers a legsweep backbreaker into an STO. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. Blaine gets up, heads over to the ropes and steps out onto the apron. He then waves his arm up and down to get the crowd fired up.

Grayson: Where's he going?

Clement: Blaine Harrison is looking for something high risk. He knows how close he was to losing that championship. Now it's time for him to put this thing away.

As Chandler slowly gets up and turns around, Blaine springboards onto the top rope and goes for a flying clothesline. But Chandler hits him in mid air with a textbook dropkick. The crowd boos. He then gets up, picks up Blaine, hoists him upside down and drops him with a piledriver. The crowd boos as Chandler turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: NO! Blaine gets his shoulder up!

The crowd cheers as Chandler runs his hand down his face in frustration.

Chandler picks up Blaine and whips him hard into the corner. As Blaine stumbles from out of the corner, Chandler nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then hoists him up and throws him down with a pumphandle drop. The crowd boos as Blaine arches his back in pain. He then motions that the match is over. The crowd ramps up the boos as Chandler picks up Blaine and brings him into the corner. He hoists Blaine up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Chandler then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and goes for a superplex. But Blaine holds on to the top rope. After hitting Blaine with a punch to the ribs, Chandler goes for another superplex. But again, Blaine holds on to the top rope for dear life. So Chandler lets go and repeatedly hammers Blaine with forearm strikes to the head. The crowd boos. Chandler then steps up onto the top rope and grabs Blaine. The crowd gasps.

As Blaine puts one foot up on the top turnbuckle, Chandler tightens his grip around Blaine and hits the superplex. Boos and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. Chandler turns over and drapes his arm across Blaine's chest.

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Clement: NO! Blaine gets his shoulder up.

The crowd explodes with a monster pop.

Grayson: I cannot believe this.

Clement: There is no quit whatsoever in Blaine Harrison! and Chandler Scott is beside himself!

Chandler looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers. But the ref shakes his head and tells him it was only two. Chandler then places his hands on his head in shock. He then looks around the ring for something or someone. He then drops his head and places his hands on his hips in frustration.

Clement: He's looking for Preston! He's looking for Madison! But no one's there! He's got to do this on his own. But Blaine's not done fighting. Not by a long shot!

He then goes to pick up Blaine. Blaine nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But Chandler stops the comeback with a high knee lift, knocking Blaine back down to the canvas. Chandler then goes to pick up Blaine again. Again, Blaine nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But again, Chandler nails him with another high knee lift, knocking Blaine down. Chandler then shouts at him to stop it. He goes over, and picks up Blaine. Blaine comes right back with a series of rights and left to the midsection. But a hard knee lift to the midsection doubles Blaine over. Chandler then scoops him up onto his shoulders, turns and goes for a running powerslam. But Blaine slips down from behind and shoves Chandler into the corner. After Chandler turns around in the corner, Blaine charges forward and connects with a double knee lift to the chest. The crowd cheers. Blaine then gets up, moves Chandler out of the wait, hoists himself up onto the midsection, grabs Chandler and finally plants him with a tornado DDT. The crowd cheers.

Clement: DDT! He just planted Chandler right on his head with that DDT!

Grayson: He looks out of it, Kev!

Blaine waits for Chandler to get up. As a dazed Chandler gets up and turns around, Blaine runs over and knocks him down with a pump kick to the face. He then pumps his fists as the crowd cheers.

Clement: I think I just saw one of his teeth fly out into the front row.

Blaine turns around and sees a groggy Chandler slowly getting up to his feet. He arrogantly waves on Blaine. Blaine responds by running over to him and nailing him with another pump kick to the face. The crowd cheers and applauds. He then calls for the Metal Heart Suplex. The crowd responds with a monster pop.

Grayson: No, no, no, no, no.....

Clement: He's feeling it, Evan! And so our these people here in Philadelphia! They can sense that the end is near!

Blaine picks up Chandler and grabs a hold of him. He goes to lift him up. But Blaine hoists him up too high. Chandler then slips down from behind and shoves Blaine into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler hits him in the face with a Harvard Hammer. The crowd gasps as Blaine goes down. Chandler quickly falls on top of him and hooks the leg.

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Clement: NO! He got the shoulder up! Blaine got his shoulder up!

Grayson: I don't even know what to say at this point. What is it going to take to put that man down for good!?

The crowd explodes into cheers and applause. Chandler rolls off of Blaine and covers his face in disbelief.

Clement: Chandler looks like he's about to pull his hair out! He doesn't know what to do!

Chandler then punches the canvas in anger after sitting up. He then gets up to his feet, yanks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler goes for another Harvard Hammer. But Blaine ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler blasts him with a discus Harvard Hammer that turns him inside out. The crowd boos as Chandler rolls across Blaine and hooks the leg.

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Cruz: Here is your winner..... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Heavyweight Champion, CHANDLER SCOTT!

"Ride of the Valkyries" as Preston and Madison can be seen running down from the back. Chandler sits up in disbelief as the ref hands him the FGA Championship. Chandler snatches the belt from him and stares at it in shock. He then looks at Preston and Madison who are now in the ring. The three them do a group hug before Preston and Madison raise Chandler's arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: FNALLY!

Clement: He's done it. Chandler Scott, somehow, someway was able to beat Blaine Harrison here tonight and dethrone him from the top of Frontier Grappling Arts....

The Harvard Connection then leaves the ring as Chandler holds up his FGA Heavyweight Championship to boos from the crowd.....

Back in the ring, Blaine slowly sits up. He holds his head in pain as he comes to. He looks around. Judging by the sad look on everyone's face, he knows what happened. The ref then helps up Blaine to his feet as the crowd applauds. Blaine looks around as the crowd gets up on their feet and applauds Blaine's effort. Blaine's eyes begin to well up as he raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Blaine steps through the ropes and hops down to the floor. He slowly makes his way around ringside, slapping hands and shaking hands with every member of the front row. As Blaine completes his lap, he looks up at the entrance way. The likes of Mike Smith, AJ Fairchild, Super Mario Wrestling Bros, and varous backstage personnel make their way down the aisle. Blaine smiles as he shakes hands with everyone that's come out to thank him. The sea in the aisle parts. Standing up at the top of the entrance way is Jared James. The two make their way towards each other at the entrance way and embrace with a hug to a monster pop. The crowd applauds while Blaine whispers something into Jared's ear. He then turns around to face the crowd. Jared grabs him by the wrist and raises his arm in the air. He points to Blaine as the crowd applauds. Blaine waves as the crowd is left chanting his name.......

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

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