FRONTIER vs FGA came from the Frontier Fieldhouse Chicago, Illinois last night. Now check out the results of this momentous show!!
Kevin Clement: Welcome fans to this latest presentation by Frontier Grappling Arts. We’re coming to you from the Frontier Fieldhouse in Chicago, Illinois. It’s FRONTIER VS FGA!!! It’s the night that everyone has been waiting for. And now, it is finally here. I am Kevin Clement. And joining me tonight is pwF’s very own Dave White. Dave, welcome to FGA and welcome to Chicago!
Dave White: It feels good to be here. Tonight, we’ve got a stacked card from top to bottom. This is going to be a display of the finest athletes from both promotions. But only one can come out on top. I know who I’m rooting for. And I think I have an idea on who you’re rooting for, too.
Clement: Oh of course. Tonight I’ll be joined on commentary by both Dave White, as well as my regular colleague, Evan Grayson. We have so many matches to cover for you tonight. So let’s not waste anymore of your time. Let’s send it down to FGA’s Manny Cruz for the ring introductions….
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER! From Brooklyn, New York….. weighing in at 175 pounds…. BUSHIDO!
He slowly makes his way up the steps he climbs to the second turnbuckle looking out at the crowd as he jumps down in the middle of the ring he stands in the middle. He begins a marital arts display as it ends he brings his hands together in a praying position as he walks over to a corner he removes the cloth he begins stretching waiting for his opponent.
The lights in the arena turn to black as the single bell dings of the intro of Parkway Drive’s “Dark Days begin to fill the arena. As the heavy guitar riffs start to blare through the speakers the lights fade to a crimson red as Scott Richter slowly makes his way from behind the curtain and to the top of the entrance ramp wearing his signature black hoodie which says “Best in the World” on the front and “And Your World Will Burn” on the back. Richter stands still until the vocals begin to start and then he removes his hood and begins an intense descent down towards the ring as the fans begin to cheer for him.
Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts! From Hell’s Kitchen, New York…. weighing in at 209 pounds…. SCOTT RICHTER!
Once Richter is in the ring his climbs a turnbuckle and with his body bent at ninety degrees he extends his arms out wide screaming and in time with the song “Behold a Pale Horse” as the lights fade from Crimson Red to Normal as the song fades out as Richter stands in the corner awaiting for his opponent.
Once the ref gets the match underway Richter catches Bushido in a hammerlock. They go back and forth with some solid wrestling early. Richter snap suplexes Bushido down but Bushido comes back with a leg lariat. Richter sent to the floor, where Bushido nails him with a dropkick through the ropes. Bushido went for a moonsault from the ring apron but Scott rolled out of the way. He takes advantage as he whips Bushido into the railing.
White: That’s got to hurt!
Clement: Richter is one tough cookie, Bushido could be in for a tough night.
Back in the ring, they exchange chops. Bushido sent up and over but lands on the apron. Richter tries to suplex Bushido back in and but the FRONTIER man gets a shoulder into the gut of his FGA opponent. Eventually Richter brings Bushido back into the ring and chokes him in the corner. Bushido begins kicking to attempt a comeback but was cut off by Richter. Richter continued to work over Bushido.
White: That’s got to hurt! Looks like you were right, Bushido struggling here.
Clement: What a surprise, FRONTIER under-estimated FGA again?
Bushido back up and looks for some stiff martial arts kicks. Richter catches him in a leglock. Bushido escapes but was caught in a rolling cross armbreaker. Bushido muscles out of the move and slams Richter into the turnbuckles. Richter nails a DDT for a two count. They exchange strikes in the middle of the ring. Richter gets Bushido up for a Samoan Drop but Bushido wriggled free and takes Richter down with a hip toss, followed by a jumping fist drop, a nip up and a dropkick to Richter’s back as he sits up.
Clement: Nice series of moves from the Strong Style Warrior.
White: That’s got to hurt! This could be where the tide turns!
The crowd are feeding off that combo, a great atmosphere building. Bushido seems to be growing in confidence and as Richter gets back to his feet he is met by a Spinning Enzugiri! Cover…
White: That’s got to hurt! 1… 2…
Clement: NO! Richter’s out at two!
Richter seems to get a second wind as he slaps the mat as he’s getting back to his feet. He grabs Bushido and went for the Ocean Suplex ’98 into a cover.
Clement: 1… 2……
White: That’s got to hurt!: Two and three quarters!
Clement: That was a LONG two count.
Richter argues with the referee briefly before trying to go for the Gibson Driver, but Bushido fights him off and turns the tide with a Nip up Hurricanrana! Richter went for Bushido again but Bushido nails the Kawada Kick. He quickly leaps up onto the top rope before coming down on Richter with the Ode to the Warrior!
White: That’s got to hurt! And a pin… 1… 2… 3!!!
“Fighters Passion” plays to boos from the crowd.
Here is your winner, BUSHIDO!
Clement: I have to admit, Bushido really turned that one around.
White: That’s got to hurt! He’s one tough little cookie.
Suddenly the lights in the Frontier Fieldhouse go out. The fans whisper in anticipation, but after about a minute they begin to show their impatience after believing that the show was over. Out of nowhere, the sound of a growling tiger echoes throughout the arena, causing a few unexpected fans to jump in their seats. An elephant sounds off triumphantly as the whisper of the fans turns into a loud chatter. The sounds of birds fluttering their wings and chirping out fill the arena as a single spotlight shines on the top of the ramp and highlights the FGA lion. A lion roars out mightily as the fans begin to piece together the signs of what is to come. Chants of “Mercier” begin to fill the arena and, after a few seconds, “No Church in the Wild” blasts from the audio system to a huge pop from the Chicago crowd. Jacques Mercier emerges from the back in street clothes, a huge grin on his face. He begins to descend towards the ring, nodding towards the different fans in attendance.
Clement: Last week FGA received shocking news that “The Renascence” Jacques Mercier would be making his return to Frontier Grappling Arts to finally finish what he started.
Grayson: Yeah, but we’ve heard this song before. This kid’s lack of focus has always been his undoing. Even he’s admitted it, and then he had to audacity to say that things were going to be different.
Clement: And they were. This is the man that put an end to Mickey O’Reilly’s seemingly unstoppable undefeated streak just a few months ago.
Grayson: And then he went on to flame out of FGA! Don’t be fooled by his charm, this kid is nothing more than a waste of talent and a roster spot.
(The camera pans to the ring where Jacques now stands. He waits patiently for his music to end and for the crowd to begin to settle down. Once they’re quiet enough, he begins by widening his grin.)
Jacques Mercier: What’s up FGA Universe!
(The crowd pops once more at the familiar greeting causing Jacques to chuckle with excitement.)
Mercier: It’s been far to long my friends. Far, far too long. I know that some of my faithful fans have wondered about my whereabouts for the past few months. Did I jump ship and go to a different promotion? Did I go to jail for possession of marijuana? Or did the man previously known as “Black Magic” pull the disappearing act of all ages?
(Chants of “We Want Answers” begin to roar throughout the building as Jacques’ grin disappears from his face. He lowers his head and shakes his head before responding.)
Mercier: The truth is, I was on a hiatus from the business. Some of you may remember me often talking about my uncle, Antoine Hurst. He’s the man that trained me to be the competitor that you see before you, and the man that has always been on my back about pretty much everything I do. He was my main support system when it came to pursuing my goal of hoisting the FGA Heavyweight Championship over my head in victory.
(Jacques pauses for a few seconds. The would-be silence is filled with the loud whispers of the fans that are speculating about what’s next to come from Jacques.)
Mercier: Unfortunately, the very same night that I beat Mickey O’Reilly, the night that was supposed to symbolize my ascent into the wrestling heavens, my uncle was shot in the back when some punks broke into his home in Atlanta and robbed him.
(The crowd begins to show their sympathy for Jacques, but he immediately put his hand up for them to cease. )
Mercier: He was in critical condition, but he did begin to show signs that he would recover. Unfortunately the bullet did hit his spine and left him paralyzed from the waist down. I did show up to work the next few weeks, but my heart wasn’t in any of my final matches during my previous run and it became obvious that my priorities had reshuffled. So I decided to take some time off from wrestling and focus on reconnecting with my family. These last few months have been hard for everyone, none more than my uncle of course, but it brought our family back together. I reconciled with my mother back in Atlanta, and found out that my brother had enlisted in the Air Force. So while these last few months have had their downs, they’ve certainly had their ups.
(Jacques pauses once more.)
Mercier: And then something interesting happened. A few weeks ago, my mother and I were discussing my short-lived wrestling career. She asked me if I missed it, and I told her that I did, but right now my family is more important to me. My uncle, who was sitting on the couch in the other room, began to yell. We thought that he was just yelling at the television like he often does, but we decided to go check on him anyway. We found him watching my last few matches in FGA with my buddy Dex Crawford. Dex had a notepad and pen and was writing furiously as my uncle yelled at the television even more. When he finally noticed me, the first thing he did was point at me and then to the screen. He had Dex rewind the rematch between Mickey O’Reilly and I and asked me what happened. I explained to him that I was too concerned about him, and do you know what he said to me?
(The crowd begins to throw out a few whimsical suggestions, but Jacques cuts them off.)
Mercier: He said “I know that I prepared you to be mentally and physically tough and prepared for anything. When I say anything, I mean any and EVERY thing. Including me getting capped. Why are you not out training? Why are you not watching film? Do you even know what’s been going on in your own promotion?”
(Jacques begins to laugh.)
Mercier: Even after all of that, he’s still somehow on my ass. That’s the determination that I’ve always envied in him. Even through the worst, he’s still striving to be the best. Now he’s striving to be the best trainer to ever have done it. He still owns his training facility, House of Hurst, only now I’m the teacher. And while I was taking over his responsibilities as a trainer, it dawned on me just how much I missed this. How much I’ve missed all of you fans. How much I’ve missed the rush of being in the ring and knowing that it’s just my opponent and me. Hell, I’ve missed Chandler Scott’s snooty ass a little, and that’s saying something. So I had my boy Dex make a call and here I am.
(The crowd cheers as Jacques nods his head.)
Mercier: This is the part where I’d go on some huge monologue about my plans, but the new plan is the old plan. FGA Heavyweight Championship or a bust in the wrestling Hall of Fame. All of the new members on the roster have no idea what kind of ride they’re in for because I’m in this for the long haul. I’m still at the top of the food chain in this company and all of these new signees are nothing but perennial bottom feeders that will do nothing but merely sustain my appetite for the strap for the time being. But I’ll always have that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that won’t be filled until I have the title and I’ll be damned if I let MY food take the big piece of chicken from me. No church in the wild!
(With that, Jacques drops the mic and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs it as “No Church in the Wild” blasts throughout the building once more.)
Clement: So there you have it. The reason for why Jacques so-called “flamed out” of FGA.
Grayson: Yeah, yeah. I feel bad for his uncle and all, but I’m still not sold on Mercier as a reliable number one contender, let alone champion. I’m going to need to see some results from this kid before I start giving him even a little bit of my confidence.
Clement: Well I guess we’ll all know soon enough whether Jacques is still that talented kid that we all thought had the potential to do amazing things in this company, now won’t we?
The camera pans back to the ring where Jacques panders to the fans as the FGA Logo appears on the screen before the scene fades to black.
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER! From Krakow, Poland…. weighing in at 257 pounds…. “The Silver Eagle” ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!
The Silver Eagle floats over the top rope and into the ring as the hallowing classical masterpiece kicks into full gear. The smoke begins to clear as the thundering roar of the orchestra drops down to a quiet, peaceful piano piece.
“Undead” by Hollywood Undead hits the airwaves, and the crowd reacts in chorus of boos. The Villain emerges from out behind the black curtain with a wicked grin ear to ear. He waves off the crowd reaction and makes his was down the aisle, towards the ring.
Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts! From Seattle, Washington… weighing in at 245 pounds….. “The Villain” JACK OWYNS!
Jack walks up the stairs and stops by the turnbuckle and scans the crowd before jumping over the top rope and coming to a sitting position in the corner. He rests his arms on the ropes, as the music fades out.
Owyns is on the move in an instant, charging toward Lasiewicz. He leaps into the air, looking for a roaring elbow. Lasiewicz sidesteps and Owyns hits the turnbuckles with force. He turns and Lasiewicz takes him down with an arm drag into a seated arm-bar. Owyns kips up and takes Lasiewicz down with a head scissors. Both men get back to their feet. Owyns leaps with a wild clothesline, nearly connecting but Lasiewicz swipes it away. Lasiewicz goes for a clothesline, Owyns ducks under. Both men throw the same punch, colliding knuckles in the middle of the ring. They stare at each other momentarily as the fans are in a frenzy. Owyns nods his head and begins circling around the ring.
Clement: A bright start from both men.
White: I have a feeling this is going to be a hell of a contest.
Owyns asks for a clean lockup and gets it. They jockey for position. Lasiewicz powers Jack into a standing side headlock. Owyns elbows his way to freedom and attempts a back suplex. Lasiewicz lands on his feet and runs Owyns into the ropes, scoring with a roll-up.
White: 1… 2… No!
Clement: Owyns kicks out easily.
Lasiewicz now asks for a lockup and Owyns suckers him in to a knee to the gut. Lasiewicz doubles over and Jack scores with a flurry of elbows to the back of the head, putting the GDW man to the mat. Owyns springs to the ropes and comes off looking for a kick but Lasiewicz sweeps his legs out. Owyns crashes down inches away from Andreas’ head. Lasiewicz mounts him, firing away with hard right hands. Owyns shields with one hand and gets into the guard, flipping him over. Now Owyns exerting himself with closed fists. Lasiewicz shoves free and both men get back to their feet in a clean sweep.
Lasiewicz calls Owyns on who answers the challenge with a mad dash. Owyns picks him up on his shoulder, slamming him into the turnbuckles. They batter each other with closed fists in the ropes and eventually fall through to ring side. They hit the concrete hard but seem not to notice as they continue to pummel each other. Lasiewicz is up first with his hands gripped around Owyns’s head. He jerks him up and fires a stiff right that rocks him in place. Lasiewicz lunges forward with a lariat that drops Owyns hard to the concrete.
Clement: Things spilling out to the floor of the Frontier Fieldhouse!
White: Anytime a match spills to the floor there is a strong chance of danger and brutality!
Lasiewicz tries for an Irish whip but Owyns reverses on the hot step sending Lasiewicz head first into the guard rail. Owyns grabs Lasiewicz by his hair and pulls him up. He lifts and drops to a seated position laying Lasiewicz throat first across the railing with a hot shot! Lasiewicz falls to the concrete holding his chest and throat as Owyns gets back up wiping the sweat from his face. Lasiewicz rolls over onto his stomach and Owyns pulls him to his feet. Jack lifts and slams him hard to the concrete then ventures to the apron
Owyns takes off down the apron, leaping off with an elbow right across the sternum of Lasiewicz. The fans are to their feet, both cheering for one or the other. Jack crawls over to the guardrail, using it to get back up. The referee yells at Owyns warning him to get back into the ring. Owyns grabs Lasiewicz and tosses him back in.
Owyns is up, standing in the corner with his arms craned. Lasiewicz staggers up and Owyns springs forward, going for The Villain Connection. Lasiewicz fights it, slipping out of Jack’s grasp and pushing him into the ropes. Owyns comes off and Lasiewicz nails him with a big Polish Hammer. The fans begin cheering as Lasiewicz feels the warm breeze of a second wind. Lasiewicz is up, calling Owyns on. Owyns gets up and Lasiewicz plants him with a Silver Eagle Suplex into a cover.
White: 1… 2… NO! Owyns with his left shoulder up at the last possible second!
Clement: The Villain could be in trouble here.
Lasiewicz staggers Owyns with a right hand then sends him to the ropes. He catches him on the rebound with a boot to the gut, nails the Unforgettable Fire, and hooks for the cover.
1… 2… 3!!!
“Time” hits to boos from the crowd.
Cruz: Here is your winner, ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!
White: Lasiewicz with the win!
Clement: And that’s a win in the column for Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER… thanks to someone from GDW!
White: Is that sour grapes I hear?
Clement: It’s just the truth, Dave.
“Hall of Freedom” plays as Maximum Violence and Brandon Barajas walk down the aisle to boos from the crowd.
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Being accompanied to the ring by Brandon “B2” Barajas….. fighting out of Albuquerque, New Mexico… weighing in at 225 pounds….. MAXIMUM VIOLENCE!
Clement: Max Violence has a ton of experience. In fact, he has a serious experience advantage over his opponent tonight, A.J. Fairchild.
Grayson: He does. And that may end up hurting him. Also, Max Violence has B2 in his corner. He could also play a pivotal role in this match.
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, representing Frontier Grappling Arts. From Dallas, Texas….. weighing in at 194 pounds…. A.J. 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: Despite being at a huge disadvantage in terms of experience, there is arguably no man on a hotter streak in either promotion than A.J. Fairchild.
Grayson: Exactly. Fairchild was able to ride the wave of momentum all throughout the New Frontiers Cup, capturing the trophy and a FGA Heavyweight Championship match. Will that momentum spill over into this match? We’ll have to wait and see.
The bell sounds as Max and AJ circle the ring. They then head towards the center of the ring and lock up. AJ quickly applies a side headlock. But Max shoves him off and into the ropes. When AJ comes back, Max knocks him down with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as AJ gets back up to his feet. When Max comes back, AJ leap frogs over Max. Max continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, AJ, without turning around, leapfrogs over him again. Max continues to run into the ropes. When Max comes back, AJ throws him down with a mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. Max gets up, but AJ throws him down with another mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Max gets up, AJ grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, AJ nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. AJ then grabs him and delivers a hesitation swinging neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
Max kicks out.
Crowd: AJ! AJ! AJ! AJ! AJ!
Clement: A.J. Fairchild not wasting any time taking this match to the air.
Grayson: That’s his bread and butter. Not only that, but it’s probably his best way to attack the slower Max Violence.
AJ gets up and slaps hands with the fans to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos once Chandler Scott can be seen stepping through the curtain.
Clement: And just what does Chandler Scott think he’s doing out here?
Grayson: Scouting the competition, obviously.
Clement: He can easily watch this match from the back.
AJ’s attention is immediately shifted to Chandler, who smirks once he sees that he’s got AJ’s undivided attention. While AJ is distracted, Max knocks him down from behind with a clothesline. He follows up with a jumping elbow drop to the back. The crowd boos.
Max picks up AJ and throws him down with a scoop slam. AJ can be seen arching his back in pain. Max then reaches down, picks him up and rams him back-first against the barricade. Max then brings AJ away from the barricade, only to ram him back against it. AJ falls to his knees as he holds his back in pain.
Clement: Max Violence, taking advantage of the distraction caused by Chandler Scott.
Grayson: Don’t blame Chandler because A.J. Has A.D.D. If he would have focused on the task at hand, he wouldn’t be getting beat up on the outside.
Max goes over, picks up AJ and hits a snap suplex in the aisle. The crowd boos as AJ cringes in pain. Max then picks up AJ, places him in a front facelock and then plants him in the aisle with a DDT. The crowd boos as AJ lays motionless on the mat. Max then heads back into the ring. He crouches down and waits impatiently for AJ to get back into the ring.
Unsatisfied with how slow AJ is moving, Chandler heads down the aisle, grabs AJ, runs towards the ring and rolls him back into the ring. The crowd boos as Max heads over and puts the boots to AJ. He then drops down and makes the cover.
AJ gets his shoulder up.
AJ gets his shoulder up.
AJ gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.
Clement: And nobody’s home! A.J. Fairchild has his opening to get back into this contest.
As both men slowly get up, AJ runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Max gets back up, but AJ runs over and knocks him back down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Max gets up, AJ grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, AJ connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then turns Max around, jumps up and brings him down with a backstabber. The crowd cheers. AJ then gets up and points to the top rope. The crowd cheers.
AJ gets up, steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he reaches near the top, Chandler races down to ringside and begins barking insults at AJ. While AJ is distracted, Max gets up, runs into the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and nails AJ with Exhale The Vile, sending AJ flipping over the top rope and falling down in the ring. The crowd boos as Max makes the cover.
Cruz: Here is your winner, MAXIMUM VIOLENCE!
B2 gets in the ring and raises Max’s arm in the air to boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Chandler Scott looks on the outside and feigns sympathy towards A.J. Fairchild.
Clement: Maximum Violence gets the win. But it wasn’t without Chandler Scott sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
Grayson: Like I said before, he was simply scouting his opponent. And it’s not his fault that Fairchild is so easily distracted. And if this is any indication of how we’ll perform during the FGA Heavyweight Championship match, then Chandler Scott has absolutely nothing to worry about.
The screamed intro of “This Is What I Know About Sacrifice“ boomed from the PA system. The lights began to flicker as the song kicks in. Ryan Kidd comes out from the back. He began hardcore dancing on the floor spinning around like there’s no tomorrow before raising his arms up in the air to the delight of the fans.
Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, FGA’s own… RYAN KIDD!
He walks down to the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He goes around the ring slapping some more hands before stopping in front of a steel steps. He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron before looking around the venue. He climbs the top rope from the ring apron and raises both his arms up before somersaulting down to the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and raises his arms again before walking to his corner while his music fades.
Clement: Ryan Kidd, making his way into the ring. I’m not exactly sure what for. The main event is still several matches away.
White: Well it looks like he’s calling for a mic. Let’s see what he has to say….
Kidd: A couple of months ago, a shot has been fired by Pro Wrestling Frontier towards Frontier Grappling Arts. FGA fired back and the feud was on. I wasn’t at the company that time so I don’t really know what has been said between the two camp but I was there when the battle lines had been drawn.
I was backstage when Kevin Hardaway and Pat Gordon, Jr. had their heated argument in the ring. I saw when Gabriel Gambino jumped PGJR and clobbered him with the GFC World title from behind. I was the one pushed aside by Chandler Scott and Preston Blake when they went for PGJR’s save. I was one of the first two guys who ran out to help our FGA brethren when the Frontier guys surrounded PGJR and the Harvard Elite.
I was there when it started and it only make sense for me to be at the front line to finish it. And believe me, we will finish this in Jersey City, New Jersey. We will settle this once and for all and there’s only promotion with the word “frontier” on their name that’s gonna come out on top. And no, it wont be Pro Wrestling Frontier. So tonight, FRONTIER Grappling Arts will kick Pro Wrestling Frontier’s ass and show them that they have messed with the wrong fucking promotion!
(The crowd responds with a thunderous cheer. “FGA!” chants can be heard throughout the arena as Ryan Kidd looks around him with a big smile on his face. But that smiles soon disappears once Ryu Kanata steps through the curtain.)
White: Looks like someone is crashing Ryan Kidd’s party. Who is this?
Clement: That’s Ryu Kanata. Ever since Ryan Kidd defeated him in the UWL International Championship three way a couple of weeks back, Ryu has constantly harassed Kidd and has made numerous threats to him. He’s even go so far as to plead to another promotion that Kidd wrestles in to let him have at Kidd there.
Ryu begins to slowly approach the ring to boos from the crowd. But Kidd isn’t intimidated. He crouches down and motions for Ryu to bring it. Ryu obliges, charging towards the ring. After sliding into the ring, he runs over and tries to attack Kidd. But Kidd knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Ryu gets back up, but Kidd knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Ryu gets up near the ropes and turns around, Kidd runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.)
White: I though the idea for the night was to have pro Wrestling FRONTIER against Frontier Grappling Arts. Not FGA against FGA.
Clement: So did I. But Ryu has made it clear that he doesn’t care about brands or alliances. The only allegiance he has to himself. And the only thing he’s interested in is dishing out his own brand of punishment.
White: I don’t think Ryan Kidd is quite done with him yet….
(Kidd begins to wave his arms up and down, amping up the crowd as they cheer him on. He then runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he charges forward and goes for a suicide dive. But Ryu picks up a steel chair and holds it up in time, causing Kidd to crash head-first into the chair. Both men go down to boos from the crowd.)
White: Did you hear that?
Clement: Did I hear it? That dent in the seat of the chair says everything!
(The crowd boos as Kidd begins to slowly roll off of Ryu. Ryu then sits up and throws the chair off of him. After getting back up to his feet, he goes over, hoists Kidd upside down and plants him with a piledriver on the outside. The crowd boos.)
White: Why is Ryu attacking one of his own?
Clement: Because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care whether this company loses tonight. So long as he finds someone that he can hurt, he’ll be happy.
(But Ryu isn’t done. He gets up and peels back the mat, exposing the concrete floor underneath. The crowd boos.)
White: I want PWF to win here tonight. But not like this.
Clement: C’mon Ryu. Don’t do it. Don’t do it! Don’t do it! DON’T!
(Ryu hoists up Kidd and blasts him with the None Shall Rise. The crowd is silent after seeing Kidd get dropped head-first onto the concrete floor. But the silence is soon broken up by the boos that begin to increase throughout the building. But the boos then turns to cheers once Pat Gordon, Jr races down to ringside. Ryu sees this, so he heads over to the barricade. Ryu tries to climb over the barricade, but PGJr grabs onto one of his legs. PGJr tres to pull Ryu back over the barricade. But Ryu reaches back and claws PGJr across the eyes, breaking PGJr’s grip. Ryu then slips over the guard rail and makes his way throughout the crowd as they rain boos down upon him. After gathering his senses, PGJr goes over and kneels down next to Kidd to check on him. PGJr then stands up and waves for someone to come down to the ring. presumably, medical personnel.)
White: I didn’t want it to happen like this, Kevin. You never want to see another man hurt like this, regardless of the promotion.
Clement: There was no point to this at all. Ryu Kanata is nothing more than a selfish bastard who wanted nothing but to quench his thirst for violence. Well I hope he’s happy. I hope he’s happy that he just screwed over FGA tonight. Who knows if Ryan will even be able to compete later on in the main event. Thankfully, FGA isn’t full of people like Ryu. Thankfully, we have stand up men like Pat Gordon, Jr out here to come to his aid. And it looks like we’ve got some EMTs out here to check on Ryan. Hopefully it’s not as bad as it looked….
(The lights in the Frontier Fieldhouse dim down as a curious silence falls over the crowd. A solitary purple spotlight shine down at the top of the aisle as the familiar guitar chords strike out; “Let’s See Action” by The Who will always be a familiar sound to the FGA fans and the crowd here in Chicago cheer as loudly as the audiences used to do in New Jersey. Former FGA Heavyweight Champion and winner of the second annual GFC Invitational tournament, Ben Hanson [formerly Blaine Harrison] steps out into the spotlight; the crowd pops as ‘The Metal Heart’ poses with his arms spread out wide.)
(Hanson, dressed in some black jeans and a white tee emblazoned with a golden heart, strides down the aisle, slapping hands with any and all willing fans. It takes nearly a minutes for him to finally reach the ring as he climbs up the steel steps and ascends to the middle rope whereupon he, once again, poses for the fans. Finally, Ben hops over the top rope and is handed a microphone.)
Ben Hanson: Thank you–
(It’s no use; the fans are still chanting for ‘The Metal Heart’ as he graciously thanks them for the warm homecoming. As the crowd quieten down Ben speaks again.)
Ben Hanson: Damn, it feels good to be at an FGA show again. In an FGA ring, even if I’m not wrestling tonight. You see, a few weeks ago it was announced that on the 17th November, I shall be the special guest referee for Chandler Scott’s title defense against AJ Fairchild!
(Another pop from the crowd; that event is as eagerly anticipated.)
Ben Hanson: Some of you are probably thinking what Chandler Scott thought, that I’d be a crooked referee, there with the sole purpose to screw him out of the FGA Heavyweight Championship … I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.
(Ben jests with a sly smile on his face.)
Ben Hanson: But that would be bringing dishonor upon the belt. Say what you want about me, but I’m not about to bring about shame or ruin the integrity of the title I worked tirelessly to helped build to be one of the most coveted titles in independent wrestling today. I’m not about to bring Frontier Grappling Arts into disrepute by screwing Chandler Scott out of the title he won from me … what sort of vindictive son-of-a-bitch does he take me for? I mean, if you were to buy ‘The Best Of Blaine Harrison’ DVD–available at the merchandise stands now–you’d see my best matches over the eight months I wrestled for this great promotion. Watch any of the matches I put on against the likes of Chandler Scott, Jared James, Michael Tomkins, Jacques Mercier, Micky O’Reilly and you will see in each and every one of them that I fought with pride, with honor and with heart…
(Hanson says as he points to the golden heart on his t-shirt with a larger grin on his face than before.)
Ben Hanson: Which brings me nicely to the second reason why I’m here tonight. You see–as my Twitter followers are all aware–a few weeks ago I went across the pond to good old England and participated in Pro Wrestling Frontier’s GFC Invitational tournament…
(A few boos from the Chicago fans for the mention of PWF. They’re a little biased.)
Ben Hanson: And I did that in retaliation for the remarks that Scott Mayo made about FGA. Because nobody gets to smear this company and not have to answer for it. So I went there flying the FGA flag and I defeated Kevin Hardaway … And I defeated Andreas Lasiewicz … And I defeated CJ Osborne; I won that tournament for each and every one of you fans, every person who has ever supported FGA and anyone who has helped us build up from the humble beginnings we started from a year ago.
(A round of applause starts up from somewhere within the audience. In the ring, Hanson takes a small bow and thanks the fans for their support.)
Ben Hanson: And in doing so, I earned myself a shot at Gabriel Gambino and his title belt! So, you know, it’s just convenient that you’ve all decided to come together for one night. Because make no mistake, Gabe, I’m coming for that title you hold. If I have to travel half way around the world again, I will do so! And when I do, I will do it for these fans…
(Hanson points out across the crowd as the fans cheer again. They’re easily pleased.)
Ben Hanson: If there’s anything left of you after the main event tonight, that is. You’ve seen me wrestle, watched as I defeated two of your compatriots and beat The Silver Eagle. You know what I can do, but tonight I get to scout you in that tag match against Chandler Scott and Ryan Kidd … But I want you to know I’m watching. I want you to know that, soon, I’ll be coming for that title belt. And as sure as it is that I’ll call the match fairly on the 17th, I’ll soon be crowned as the new GFC Champion.
(There’s a pause as Hanson surveys the crowd once more.)
Ben Hanson: But I’ve taken enough of all of your time tonight, so I’m going to take my seat and watch this great show like the rest of you…
(“Lets See Action” plays again as Hanson hands the microphone down to the ring crew member before posing for the fans one final time. He finally leaves the ring and hops over the guard rail, taking a front row seat, ready to watch the rest of the action unfold here tonight.)
“Tonight” by Toby Mac plays as CJ Osborne steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After looking around at the crowd, CJ raises his arms in the air as he heads down to the ring….
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER… now residing in New York City, New York…. weighing in at 245 pounds…. C……J……OSBORNE!
Clement: CJ Osborne is no stranger to the ring at all. This man is a veteran of the business. He’s traveled all over the globe, winning a multitude of championships along the way. I don’t expect CJ to be intimidated at all by Golden Dragon Yashimoto here tonight.
Grayson: You’re exactly right. Golden Dragon’s mind games way work on a lot of people. But I highly doubt they work on CJ Osborne. What GDY needs to do is take CJ and chop the bigger man down to size. Of course, I mean that figuratively. But then again, this is GDY we’re talking about here. And I’m sure he would have no problems with literally chopping CJ down to size.
“Madhouse” by Anthrax begins to play as GDY and his manager Katana step out from behind the curtain. They threaten to slap or attack any fans within striking range and then make their way toward the ring. In the corner Katana and GDY take in the boos of the crowd as they conspire on how to cheat their way to a victory and avoid the initial pat down of the referee.
Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts. Being accompanied to the ring by Katana… from Tokyo, Japan…. weighing in at 228 pounds…. GOLDEN DRAGON YASHIMOTO!
The bell sounds as GDY immediately runs over and tries to attack Osborne. But Osborne ducks the attack. When GDY turns around, Osborne lights him up with a series of right hands to the face to boos from the crowd. Osborne grabs GDY and whips him into the ropes. But GDY reverses, sending Osborne into the ropes. When Osborne comes back, he knocks down GDY with a clothesline. The crowd boos. GDY gets up, but Osborne knocks him back down with another clothesline. The crowd boos. As GDY gets up, Osborne kicks him in the midsection and whips him into the ropes. When GDY comes back, Osborne throws him down with a big back body drop to boos from the crowd. GDY turns over onto his knees and arches his back in pain.
Clement: CJ Osborne is straight running through Golden Dragon thus far.
Grayson: He’s not going to sit here and let Yashimoto get into his head. CJ isn’t going to allow himself to be a victim of mind games. He’s going to go out there and pound Golden Dragon into submission. And thus far, he’s doing a good job of it.
Osborne goes over, picks up GDY and whips him hard into the corner. As GDY stumbles out, Osborne lifts him up and military presses him over his head to boos from the crowd. He then proceeds to walk around the ring, displaying his power to increasing boos from the crowd. Once he faces the ropes, Osborne storms over and motions to send GDY flying over the top rope and to the floor. But Osborne stops himself and turns around…. only to drop him like a pile of plates with a gorilla press drop, sending GDY stomach-first down to the floor to boos from the crowd.
Clement: What a display of power there by CJ Osborne.
Grayson: Golden Dragon has yet to face a man of CJ’s size and strength. Yashimoto may be a veteran. But So is CJ and he’s having his way with the fork wielding maniac.
GDY is curled up on the ground in pain as Osborne circles the ring, waiting impatiently for his opponent to get back in. While GDY is curled up on the ground, Katana rushes over to check on her husband. While she checks up on him, GDY loosens the laces on one of his boots, reaches into his boot and pulls out a silver fork to cheers from the crowd. He then gets back up, rolls into the ring and gives Osborne a sadistic smile. As soon as Osborne sees him with the fork, he drops and rolls out of the ring. But GDY isn’t about to let him out of his sights. So he runs over and baseball slides to the outside. Osborne sees this, so he begins to run around the ring. But GDY gives him chase and is right behind him.
Crowd: FORK HIM UP, DRAGON, FORK HIM UP! * clap-clap * FORK HIM UP, DRAGON, FORK HIM UP! * clap-clap * FORK HIM UP, DRAGON, FORK HIM UP! * clap-clap *
Clement: Never in my life would I think I’d hear fans chanting for Golden Dragon to fork someone.
Grayson: Yeah, it’s pretty surreal.
Osborne then slides back into the ring. GDY then rolls back into the ring. But he rolls right into a series of stomps to the chest from Osborne. Osborne then reaches down, snatches the fork from out of GDY’s hands and tosses it into the crowd. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as a fan in the crowd throws the fork right back into the ring.
Clement: Did some just…. THROW A FORK back into the ring?
Grayson: I believe they did.
Osborne looks down at the fork, then back at the fans. He has the most puzzled look on his face. Osborne just shakes his head, reaches down, faces another section of the crowd and launches the fork into the crowd. The crowd boos. But the boon turn back to cheers as another fan throws the fork back into the ring.
Clement: And they did it again!
Grayson: This is something else, Kevin.
Osborne just stands there, shaking his head in disbelief. He reaches down, picks up the fork, faces another section of the crowd and launches the fork into the seats. The crowd boos. But the boon turn to cheers as the fork is launched behind him. As Osborne turns around to retrieve the fork, he’s shocked to see that he’s been beaten to the punch. GDY grabs the fork from off the canvas and gets up to his feet. He seductively licks the fork to cheers from the crowd. He then charges straight away at Osborne. But the ref jumps up and swipes the fork from out of his grasp to boos from the crowd. An enraged GDY turns around and stalks the ref around the ring. The ref then has no choice but to retreat to the outside, leaving GDY stare down at him and shooting daggers with his eyes. When GDY turns around, Osborne runs and clothesline him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos.
As GDY slowly gets up on the outside, Osborne runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But GDY moves out of the way. Luckily for Osborne, he slides underneath the bottom rope and lands safely on his feet. He then begins to chase GDY around the ring to boos from the crowd. GDY then slides into the ring. After Osborne slides into the ring, he tries to get up. But he’s met with a series of overhand chops to the head from GDY. The crowd cheers. GDY then reaches down, picks him up, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope to cheers from the crowd. Osborne then stumbles over into the adjacent corner. With his back turned to him, GDY goes over, reaches out and rakes Osborne’s back. Osborne cringes in pain to cheers from the crowd. GDY then turns him around and nails him with a throat thrust, sending him stumbling over into the adjacent corner. As GDY approaches, Osborne catches him with a kick to the gut. He then nails GDY with another right hand…. and another…. and another. Osborne is about to blast GDY with a haymaker. But GDY catches him with a kick to the gut, followed by a Mongolian Chop. GDY then takes Osborne and whips him into the ropes. When Osborne comes back, GDY knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.
Osborne gets his shoulder up.
Osborne gets his shoulder up.
Osborne gets his shoulder up.
Grayson: Let’s just hope that if he gets his hands on another fork, it’s well after the match is over.
GDY picks up Osborne and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Osborne around, he takes Osborne and tries to whip him into the opposite corner. But CJ reverses, sending GDY into the corner. CJ then charges into the corner, but GDY leans back and nails him with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. While CJ stumbles back towards the center of the ring, GDY heads from out of the corner and bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But CJ catches him in mid air, walks around the ring and throws him over his head with a fallaway slam. The crowd boos as the momentum sends GDY rolling underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron.
Clement: What power by CJ Osborne!
Grayson: He’s been throwing Golden Dragon around with ease all night.
As CJ heads over to the ropes, GDY pulls himself up using the ropes. Osborne goes to grab him, but GDY ducks and nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While CJ is doubled over, GDY grabs the top rope and goes for a sunset flip. CJ begins to swing his arms wildly trying his hardest to regain his balance as the crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos once CJ reaches down, grabs GDY by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. After nailing GDY with a knee to the midsection, he sends GDY into the ropes. When GDY comes back, CJ throws him down with a scoop powerslam. He hooks the leg.
GDY gets his shoulder up.
Clement: Oh no. This can’t be good for Golden Dragon.
Grayson: I don’t know what he’s doing. But a man with his size and his strength going up to the top? If he connects, it’s over.
After walking across the apron, CJ begins to climb up the turnbuckles. But GDY gets up, runs over and dropkicks his leg out from under him, causing CJ to slip and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as CJ cringes in pain.
GDY climbs up to the second turnbuckle, grabs CJ and tries to deliver the Snap Dragon. But CJ blocks the hold. He then repeatedly punches GDY in the midsection until GDY lets go of him. Once GDY lets go, CJ shoves GDY off the turnbuckle and sends him crashing down onto the canvas. The crowd boos. While GDY is still down, CJ stands up on the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with the Big Elbow. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.
GDY gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: I’m surprised that elbow drop didn’t cave his chest in.
Osborne picks up GDY and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then hoists up GDY, holds him up in the air for a good 10 seconds, and then throws him down with the Cashout. The crowd boos as the ref slides over and starts the count.
NO! GDY gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. CJ then leans back and places his hands on his head in disbelief.
Clement: This crowd is shocking on their feet for Golden Dragon of all people.
Grayson: They’re hyped tonight, Kevin.
CJ picks up GDY and whips him hard into the corner. As GDY stumbles out, CJ scoops him up across his shoulder. He then positions GDY, runs and goes for a running powerslam. But GDY slips off and shoves CJ into the ropes. When CJ comes back, GDY nails him with a yakuza kick that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. GDY then picks up Osborne, grabs a hold of him and throws him down with an exploder suplex. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Osborne and whips him into the corner. GDY then charges into the corner and connects with the Frontal Lobotomy. The crowd cheers as CJ falls from out of the corner. GDY turns him over and makes the cover.
Cruz: Here is your winner, GOLDEN DRAGON YASHIMOTO!
Golden Dragon Yashimoto gets his hand raised in victory. But GDY quickly snatches his arm away from the ref and shoves him down. He then motions for Katana to bring him something. Katana then climbs up onto the apron and hands him a fork. The crowd cheers.
Grayson: Oh geez!
Clement: Look, I’m all for beating FRONTIER. But this is too much.
Crowd: FORK HIM! FORK HIM! FORK HIM! FORK HIM!
GDY slowly turns around. A sadistic smile forms across his face as he sees CJ Osborne slowly pulling himself up in the corner. Once a groggy CJ turns around, GDY charges at him. But Mike Smith slides into the ring, gets up and blindsides him with a spear. The crowd cheers as Smith gets on top of Smith and hammers away with right hands to the face.
Crowd: WONDERBOY! WONDERBOY! WONDERBOY!
Grayson: What’s he doing? He just stopped Golden Dragon from nailing Osborne with that fork.
Clement: Mike Smith didn’t forget about last night. He didn’t forget that Yashimoto sicked that… that… that THING on him last night and nearly crushed his skull.
Smith picks up GDY and whips him into the ropes. GDY then hooks his arm on the ropes, drops down and rolls out of the ring. His wife Katana comforts him as she leads him back up the aisle to boos from the crowd. Mike Smith looks on, motioning for GDY to get back in the ring….
Kevin Hardaway vs. Pat Gordon, Jr.
“Self Esteem” by the Offspring blares throughout the arena as Kevin Hardaway makes his way to the ring to boos from the crowd.
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER!
‘Chariots of Fire’ fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring, giving out high-fives to any outstretched hands along the way.
Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts! From Boston, Massachusetts…. weighing in at 242 pounds…. PAT GORDON, JR!
He does a lap around the ring, still giving out high-fives to any fans who want one, before he climbs inside. PGJR pulls back on the ropes for a couple of last minute stretches before the bell.
Clement: Time for the Chivalry is Dead match between FRONTIER’s Kevin Hardaway and FGA’s Pat Gordon Jr.
White: This is basically the contest that started this all off. The accusations made by Scott Mayo to Gordon kicked things off, and then Hardaway’s attack of Gordon on an FGA show…
Clement: Notice how both are FRONTIER attacking FGA? This is all on your guys, Dave!
White: I have to agree, it is.
Clement: Well, seeing as this match is a FRONTIER speciality, why don’t you explain it to everyone.
White: The Chivalry is Dead match has only one rule: there are no rules. There are no disqualifications, pinfalls count anywhere and it’s no holds barred!
The bell sounds as the match gets underway, the two men stood in their opposite corners just glaring at each other. Hardaway can be seen to mouth something at Gordon, who holds out a hand and invites the former GFC Champion to bring it on. Hardaway closes in on him, they begin to circle. Eventually they both lunge forward and hook up. Hardaway making the most of his size advantage as he overpowers Gordon, pushing him into the ropes. Hardaway releases, steps backwards, and then charges back in with an elbow to the face of Pat Gordon Jnr. Gordon drops to his backside and Hardaway begins to stomp away at him. Hardaway then steps away, grinning.
White: And therein lies the difference of the Chivalry is Dead match. Where usually K-Hard would have to release his hold and step away, he’s free to attack his opponent while he’s still in the ropes. There is no escaping this fight.
Clement: Well I know that Gordon’s not a man to back away from a fight, Dave.
White: Which is why this is going to be such a great match.
Gordon checks his nose for blood while Hardaway looks on, still grinning. Pat gets himself back to his feet and back into an attack stance as the two men circle once more. Again they hook up in the centre of the ring, this time Gordon slips behind Hardaway and gets him into a hammerlock. Hardaway twists out but Hardaway twists him right back into the hold. He releases the arm, grabs the waist of K-Hard and takes him to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex. He floats over into a front facing sleeper hold and tightens his grip.
White: Bit too early to be going for a submission, don’t you think?
Clement: He’s not looking for a submission; he’s wearing down his opponent. It’s classic Pat Gordon Jnr!
Eventually Gordon releases his hold on Hardaway, stepping backwards and letting K-Hard use more energy to pull himself up to his feet. Hardaway holds his neck for a moment, stretching it out. He smiles at Gordon as the two men head for each other once more. They hook up again, Hardaway whips Gordon into the ropes. Gordon ducks a clothesline, spins and tries for one of his own, but Hardaway ducks that one too. K-Hard spins around and grabs Gordon’s hair, pulling him backwards and forcing him to drop to the mat. Gordon gets right back up and charges for Hardaway. Spinebuster from Hardaway!
White: Hardaway beginning to build some momentum.
Clement: Now where’s he going?
Hardaway slips out of the ring, pushes the timekeeper off his chair, folds it up and takes it back into the ring with him. He hits it on the canvas a few times as Gordon is getting to his feet. Hardaway charges and swings the chair, but Gordon ducks and kicks Hardaway in the small of the back. K-Hard drops the chair, Gordon grabs him… DDT ON THE CHAIR!!
Clement: That’s got to hurt! And a cover… 1… 2…
White: And Hardaway out at two!
Gordon pulls Hardaway to his feet, nails some right hands, looks for a suplex… but Hardaway blocks. He gets a knee up into the gut of Gordon and readjusts, grabbing Gordon’s other arm. DOUBLE ARM DDT ON THE CHAIR!!
Clement: Another pin attempt… 1…2…
White: And Gordon out at two!!
This match is descending into chaos quickly, and the fans are eating it up. It takes both men a while to get back to a vertical base and when they do they charge for each other. They hook up again, struggling for supremacy. Hardaway gets a knee up again, then a European uppercut. He steps back, bounces off the ropes and charges in with a boot to the top of Gordon’s head. Gordon drops to his knees and K-Hard follows up with a vicious looking buzzsaw kick to the temple!
White: He calls that the KTFO~!
Clement: And it may well be enough to end this…
White: 1… 2… NO! Shoulder up!
Hardaway whips Gordon into the ropes, Gordon ducks a clothesline and kicks the back of Hardaway’s knee. Hardaway stumbles into the ropes and Gordon charges, but Hardaway drops down, hanging onto the top rope. Gordon flies straight over the rope, bounces off the ring apron and hits the arena floor hard. Hardaway spots an opportunity, bounces off the far ropes and looks for his GTFO~! suicide dive… but GORDON CONNECTS WITH THE IRISH KISS IN MID-AIR!
Clement: What a collision!
White: He headbutted a man who was flying right at him! Is he insane?
The collision has dazed Gordon, who is leaning up against the security railing with several FGA fans patting him on the back while the rest of the arena is screaming “Holy Shit!” at the top of their lungs. Hardaway is down in a heap and doesn’t appear to be moving. Eventually Gordon grabs his hair, gets Hardaway up to a knee, then rolls him into the ring. Gordon rolls in and makes a cover.
Clement: 1… 2…
White: Hardaway’s out! Hey, doesn’t Gordon realise it’s pinfalls anywhere? He may have just missed a chance to end this one by taking too long to roll Hardaway back into the ring.
Clement: Maybe, but Gordon’s a traditional fighter, whatever the rules may be he probably wants to win this IN the ring.
Gordon is still suffering the effects of the Irish Kiss himself and takes time to follow up. Hardaway has pulled himself back to his feet and is leaning on the ropes. Hardaway stumbles into the middle of the ring and is met by Gordon, WICKED LARIAT!! Hardaway pops right back up and takes Gordon by surprise, DECAP LARIAT!! Now Gordon pops back up, adrenaline fuelling both men now. Elbow smash from Gordon, neckbreaker from Hardaway. DDT from Gordon, Gutbuster from Hardaway. Another elbow smash from Gordon, this time he follows up with another, and another. He picks Hardaway up and sets him up in the Tree of Woe! He spots the chair, still laying around in one corner of the ring, and sets it up over Hardaway’s face. He steps back before charging in, looking for a baseball slide, but HARDAWAY GRABS THE CHAIR AND PULLS HIMSELF UP AND OUT OF THE WAY!! Gordon slides into the ringpost hard as Hardaway frees himself. He steadies himself on the top rope, drops the chair onto Gordon, AND CONNECTS WITH THE LIONSTOMP ONTO THE CHAIR!!!
Clement: My god, what damage has been done to the ribs of Pat Gordon Jnr with that move?!
White: That surely spells the end… Cover!
Clement: 1… 2…. NO!!!
White: GORDON’S ALIVE!?
Kevin Hardaway cannot believe it, and he remonstrates with the referee, giving Gordon valuable time to recover. Hardaway eventually turns his attentions back to his opponent, who is resting in a seated position in the corner. Hardaway pulls Gordon up, connecting with a big chop to the red raw chest of the Boston Bruiser. He pulls Gordon out of the corner, switches behind him and looks for a German suplex. But Gordon quickly flicks back a heel into the groin of Hardaway, then grabs his head and takes him over with a snapmare. He follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. He stops for breath as Hardaway gets back to his feet. Gordon charges in, connecting with a clothesline. Hardaway pops back up, taking Gordon down with a shoulder block as he charges in again. Gordon back up again, but slowly. Hardaway connects with a European uppercut and then gets Gordon up… ASSYLUM BOMB!!? NO, Gordon escapes! IRISH KISS!! SUNDAY MORNING HANGOVER!!! COVER!
White: 1… 2… 3!!!
Clement: He did it, the Southie Scrapper has bested Kevin Hardaway!
White: Boy, what a match! Both men gave it their all, that’s for sure.
Clement: I have to agree, and kudos to both for not making the most of the Chivalry is Dead rules… instead they gave us, and the fans here in Illinois, one hell of a wrestling match.
After the ring announcement of the winner is made Pat Gordon Jnr is stood, leaning on the ropes, with his arm in the air. Kevin Hardaway is kneeling on the canvas looking over at him. He shakes his head as he gets himself back to his feet, also with the help of the ropes. The two catch each others eye and come to stand close to each other. They look at each other, then out at the crowd as they chant “That was awesome!” Hardaway nods and looks back at Gordon, holding out his hand.
Clement: What is this, some kind of trick?
White: No, I know Kevin, this is no trick.
Gordon looks at Hardaway’s hand, then out at the crowd again as if to ask for their opinion. The crowd respond with a chant of “shake his hand, shake his hand.” Pat Gordon smiles and looks back at Kevin Hardaway, and he shakes his hand. Hardaway raises the arm of his opponent before stepping backwards and applauding him.
Clement: A nice touch from Hardaway.
White: They may not have seen eye to eye prior to tonight, but after what they just put each other through, I think there’s a spark of respect between these two.
Just then Scott Mayo, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER’s general manager, is making his way to ringside.
White: Uh-oh, Mayo’s here and he looks pissed!
Mayo climbs into the ring and goes straight for Kevin Hardaway. He is shouting at Hardaway, who doesn’t look impressed.
Mayo: What the hell? This is FRONTIER versus Frontier, pal. You don’t go making nice with the enemy!
Hardaway: Enemy? Pat Gordon Jnr is not MY enemy. He’s someone that you forced me into doing battle with. He’s YOUR enemy. Why don’t you take this up with HIM!
The crowd cheer loudly as Mayo turns around to be met by the grinning face of Pat Gordon Jnr.
Gordon: Everything that has happened here tonight is because of you, Scott. You put out a challenge to the FGA because I chose to sign with them over you. So, with that in mind, I have two words for you. Thank you. Thank you from me, from the FGA and from the great fans here in Chicago, Illinois!
The crowd pops loudly. It’s a cheap pop, but a loud one.
Gordon: Without your idiocy, your pig headedness and your arrogance, we wouldn’t have had such a great show here tonight!
Hardaway: Pat’s right, Scott. You may consider FGA an enemy, but those of us in the locker room, those of us who’ve been in the ring with them tonight, we’ve come to see them in a different light. Their TRUE light. They’re a great bunch of guys, and they only have problem. And that’s you.
Gordon grabs Scott Mayo and nails him with the Irish Kiss as the crowd goes wild!
Clement: Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy!
White: The guy’s my boss, Clem, but I have to agree. I can’t help but think that Scott Mayo’s position in FRONTIER is going to be under real scrutiny after this weekend.
(( Justice Young is standing by backstage. ))
Young: With me right now is the FGA Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott. Chandler, we haven’t heard anything definitive about your partner tonight, Ryan Kidd. You may very well be going out there two against one. Your thoughts on the main event?
Chandler: That’s what you wanted me to talk to you about? You want me to talk to you about Ryan Kidd? The HELL with Ryan Kidd! Who cares if he got dropped on his head. I’m sure he was dropped on his head repeatedly as a baby, so this is nothing but old hat for him.
Young: How can you say something like this?
Chandler: Um, because it’s true? Hey, I’m not even going to bother getting worried over poor wittle Wyan Kidd. If anything, I’m happy.
Young: Happy? This main event is about to be a Handicap Match! What is there to be happy about?
Chandler: What happened to Ryan Kidd was not a tragedy. If anything, it was a blessing in disguise. Follow me, Justice. If FGA wanted me to represent them against FRONTIER? Then great. I would happily oblige. And if they wanted me to face two of their “finest” in a tag team match, then that’s even better. But if you want me to fight in a tag team match, then I need to have someone that I’m comfortable with. I need someone that I can trust, that I know will have my back. So ladies and gentlemen, now taking the place of Ryan Kidd in the main event…………PRESTON BLAKE!
(Preston walks into the picture and places his arm around Chandler)
Young: Preston is taking Kidd’s place? Was this even cleared by the FGA office?
Chandler: Justice, please! I’m the FGA Heavyweight Champion. And in case you didn’t remember, that gives me the right to pretty much do whatever I want. So since Ryan Kidd is still nursing his wittle boo boo, that means a real man is going to have to step up to the plate. So Preston will be taking my side tonight against Gab–
? I don’t think so….
(Into the picture walks Ryan Kidd. Preston and Justice are both shocked while Chandler sneers at him. Kidd can be seen favoring his neck.)
Kidd: This match is a huge opportunity for me. And regardless of what happened to me earlier on, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. So Preston, I know you really wanted to go out there and fight alongside your boyfriend. But sorry, it’s not happening. So why don’t you take your pom poms and go back to the sidelines. As far as me and you go, Chandler, it’s real simple. You don’t have to like me. Hell, I don’t even like you. But there’s both one thing we have in common. And that’s a love for this company. So tonight, I’m willing to put the differences between me and you aside so we can go out there and kick some FRONTIER ass. I’ll see you in the ring, champ.
(( Kidd walks past Chandler and gives him a playful pat on the back before walking off. Preston can be seen having a fit while Chandler is fuming. ))
Gabriel Gambino & Jason Talbot vs. Chandler Scott & Ryan Kidd
Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I’m you.
Inside me a light was turned on Then I was alive
Jason Talbot appears on the ramp with a emotionless look upon his face. He slowly starts to make his way to the ring to boos from the crowd.
If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
and find me waiting there you’ll see, if you just close your eyes
Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first….. representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER….. now residing San Francisco, California…. weighing in at 240 pounds….. JASON TALBOT!
Talbot slides into the ring as the music begins to fade, he stares out to the crowd with the same emotionless look upon his face.
Hearts uninspired, trapped inside somebody’s dream
Too close to the fire, yet cold and numb with the pain
But the fever has broken, and the river has run to the sea
Washed to the ocean, and saved by a voice inside me.
Inside me a light was turned on Then I was alive
Clement: Jason Talbot isn’t exactly a stranger to his tag team partner tonight. Gambino and Talbot go way back. There’s a lot of mutual respect there that goes beyond pwF. If these two work as well together as we’ve been told, then FGA has a huge problem on its hands.
“Papercut (Instrumental Version)” blares throughout the building as Gabriel Gambino makes his way down to the ring to boos from the crowd.
Cruz: And his tag team partner, now residing in Los Angeles, California….. weighing in at 227 pounds….. he is the reigning GFC World Heavyweight Champion…. “The Conqueror” GABRIEL GAMBINO!
Gambino heads into the ring, walks over to the ropes and raises his GFC World Heavyweight Championship belt to a downpour of boos.
Clement: Gabriel Gambino has arguably been the most vocal out of all the pwF wrestlers in regards to tonight’s show. He has repeatedly called out Chandler Scott. And tonight, he gets his wish.
Grayson: Gambino has constantly run his mouth about Chandler Scott. Now is the time for him to walk the walk.
The screamed intro of “This Is What I Know About Sacrifice“ boomed from the PA system. The lights began to flicker as the song kicks in. Ryan Kidd comes out from the back. He raises his arms in the air before quickly grabbing his neck in pain. He walks down to the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He goes around the ring slapping some more hands before stopping in front of a steel steps.
Cruz: And their opponents, representing Frontier Grappling Arts…. from Long Beach, California…. weighing in at 209 pounds….. He is the SoCal Superstar RYAN KIDD!
He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron before looking around the venue. He climbs the top rope from the ring apron and raises both his arms up before somersaulting down to the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and raises his arms again before walking to his corner while his music fades.
Clement: Ryan Kidd was viciously attacked earlier on by Ryu Kanata. How will that effect Kidd in this match?
Grayson: Are you blind? Can’t you see him favoring his neck? What do you think.
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 Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and even the surprising cheers (given tonight’s circumstances), shooing them away like the trash that they are.
Cruz: And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by Madison Stewart…. from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts…. weighing in at 255 pounds….. he is the reigning FGA Heavyweight Champion….. CHANDLER SCOTT!
After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to give him a mixed reaction.
Grayson: And here come our great Heavyweight Champion. They must have forgotten to roll out the red carpet for his highness.
Clement: I’m sure Chandler would love that. As much as he thinks everything revolves around him, he needs to stay focused and stay on the same page as Ryan Kidd. If they can do that, then FGA has a good chance at winning this match.
Chandler and Gambino start things off. They head towards the ring and have a staredown. After exchanging words, Chandler turns away, only to turn back and try to catch Gambino with a sucker punch. But Gambino blocks it and counters with a punch of his own to boos from the crowd. Gambino follows up with another punch…. and another…. and another. He then moves Chandler back, only to whip him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Gambino throws him down with a hip toss. The crowd boos. Chandler gets back up, but Gambino throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd boos. Chandler gets back up, only to get thrown back down by another arm drag. The crowd boos. As Chandler gets up, Gambino grabs him by the arm and whips him back into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Gambino knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. Gambino quickly drops down and makes the cover.
Chandler kicks out
Grayson: He’s definitely taken control of this match. But it’s still early.
Gambino picks him up, wrings his arm, drags Chandler over towards his corner and tags in Jason Talbot.
Talbot comes in to boos from the crowd and immediately goes to work. He hammers away at Chandler with a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck. After slamming Chander’s head into the top turnbuckle, Talbot turns him around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings Chandler from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Talbot into the ropes. When Talbot comes back, Chandler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Talbot stops himself and counters with a kick to the face, standing Chandler upright. While Chandler is dazed, Talbot runs back into the ropes. But when he comes back, Chandler throws him down with a powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.
Gambino drags Chandler off of Talbot, breaking up the pin to boos from the crowd.
Clement: Oh stop it.
Grayson: But had it been the other way around, Chandler wouldn’t have heard the end of it.
As Gambino heads back to the outside, Chandler picks up Talbot and whips him into the ropes. When Talbot comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick. Ryan Kidd can be seen calling to be tagged in. But Chandler looks at him, smirks and wags his index finger at him to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Clement: What is this? The man wants to be tagged in. Tag him in!
Grayson: I’m pretty sure our Heavyweight Champion can take care of himself against these two.
As Chandler turns around, Talbot rolls him up in a small package.
Chandler kicks out.
Chandler gets his shoulder up.
Chandler gets his arm up.
Clement: Some differences of opinion going on right now between Ryan and Chandler. These two need to snap out of it and get on the same page. Chandler was always beaten multiple times just then. I don’t care if they don’t like each other. They don’t have to. Just get on the same page so that we can beat FRONTIER.
Kidd and Talbot circle the ring. They go to lock up. But Talbot ducks the collar and elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. Kidd tries to pull Talbot’s arms from around his waist. But it’s to no avail. So Kidd nails Talbot in the face, breaking the hold. He then runs into the ropes. When Talbot comes back, he knocks down Kidd with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos as Talbot looks down and smirks at him. While Talbot turns and runs into the ropes, Kidd kips up to his feet. When Talbot comes back, Kidd leap frogs over him. Talbot continues to run into the ropes. When Talbot comes back, Kidd knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Talbot gets back up, but Kidd throws him down with an arm drag. As Talbot gets back up, Kidd runs over, hops up onto his shoulders and delivers a headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Talbot gets back up, Kidd goes over, grabs him by the arm and sends him into the ropes. When Talbot comes back, Kidd knocks him down with a dropsault. The crowd cheers. As Talbot gets back up, Kidd throws out a roundhouse kick. But Talbot ducks the kick, grabs Kidd around the waist and goes for a release german suplex. But Kidd counters, flipping over Talbot and landing safely on his feet. The crowd cheers. Gambino goes to attack, but Kidd turns around and nails him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. When Kidd turns around, he sees Talbot charging at him. So Kidd ducks and sends Talbot over the top rope and to the floor with a back body drop. The crowd cheers as Talbot’s back smacks hard on the floor.
Clement: And down to the outside goes Jason Talbot!
Grayson: He may have hurt himself pretty bad on that landing. Did you hear the way his back smacked against the floor?
Kidd then points to the outside, garnering cheers form the crowd. But Kidd isn’t satisfied. He waves his arms up and down, trying to amp up the crowd and get them cheering even louder. He points to the outside, resulting in even louder cheers this time. After Kidd smiles, he runs towards into the ropes. When he comes back, Kidd charges forward and goes for a suicide dive. But Gambino nails him with a knee lift, knocking him back into the ring to boos from the crowd.
Clement: Gambino just nailed Kidd out of nowhere with that knee to the head!
Grayson: Maybe if Kidd wasn’t in there waving his arm like he’s some bird, he could have hit whatever he was going for on Talbot on the outside. But no, he had to pander to the crowd.
Gambino then steps in and puts the boots to Kidd, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd. He reaches down, picks up Kidd and throws him down with a scoop slam. Gambino reaches down, picks him up and throws him down with another scoop slam. Gambino then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he drops down with a leg drop across the throat. The crowd boos as Gambino turns around and makes the cover.
Kidd kicks out.
Kidd gets his shoulder up.
Clement: Talbot is down! This is Ryan’s chance to head over into the corner and tag Chandler back in. Can he make it in time?
While Talbot in curled up in pain, Kidd crawls over, reaches up and tags Chandler back in. The crowd cheers as Chandler gets in, rushes over and makes the quick cover.
Gambino goes for an elbow drop. But Chandler senses it coming so he moves out of the way, causing Gambino to inadvertently elbow drop his own partner. The crowd cheers.
Chandler kicks out.
Chandler gets his shoulder up.
Grayson: Well that’s what happens when you have a guy like Ryan Kidd who doesn’t know his role.
Gambino gets up, heads over and tags Talbot back in. The crowd boos as Talbot gets in and puts the boots to Chandler. He picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Talbot runs, jumps and connects with a stinger splash. The crowd boos. He then grabs Chandler, hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle, grabs him around the neck and plants him with a rope hung cutter. The crowd boos as Talbot turns over and makes the cover.
Chandler gets his foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd. Talbot slaps the canvas in anger and holds three fingers up to the ref. But the ref shakes his head and holds up two fingers.
Gambino breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back of the neck.
Kidd gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: It also doesn’t help that Chandler and Kidd are barely on the same page.
Annoyed, Talbot picks up Kidd and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then scoops up Kidd and positions him for an Alabama Slam. But Kidd somehow wiggles free and reverses into a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as the ref slides over for the cover.
Talbot kicks out.
NO! Kidd gets his shoulder up! The crowd cheers. Talbot looks up at the ref in shock.
Clement: I don’t know how Kidd is doing it. But I’m sure glad he is! C’mon, Ryan!
Once he snaps out of it, Talbot sits up Kidd and places him in a sleeper hold. The ref goes over and asks Kidd if he wants to give up. But Kidd doesn’t answer him. The crowd continues to boo as Talbot cinches in the hold. The ref asks Kidd again if he wants to give up. But again, Kidd doesn’t answer him. So the ref raises his arm. It falls down to boos from the crowd. The ref raises Kidd’s arm again. It falls back down. The crowd boos. Talbot can be seen grinning while Gambino nods his head in approval. The ref raises Kidd’s arm for a third time. If begins to fall……. but then shoots back up to a monster pop from the crowd. Gambino’s eyes widen in shock while Talbot looks as if he’s seen a ghost. The crowd begins to chant…
Crowd: RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD!
Grayson: Aw here we go!
Clement: Ryan Kidd still has some fight left in him!
Talbot shakes his head in disbelief as Kidd begins to shake his fist. He slowly turns over onto his knees, then gets up to his feet. Kidd nails Talbot with repeatedly elbow shots to the midsection until Talbot breaks the hold. Once the hold is broken, Kidd turns around, only to flip back and nail Talbot with a Pele Kick to cheers from the crowd. After checking on both men, the ref starts his count.
Both men begin to move. Talbot turns over onto his stomach and begins to claw his way over towards the ropes. Meanwhile, Kidd gets up on all fours and tries to shake off the pain. He then grabs his neck in pain as Chandler looks on. Talbot continues to inch towards his corner as Gambino repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle pad. Meanwhile, Kidd crawls closer and closer towards his corner. After the camera switches to Talbot, he reaches up and tags in Gambino. The crowd boos as Gambino steps through the ropes and heads towards the opposite corner. Kidd then leaps up and goes for the tag. But Chandler pulls his arm back, causing Kidd to connect with nothing but air and land face-first on the apron.
Clement: What the…..?
The crowd is in awe of what’s just happened. But the awe soon turns to a rainfall of boos that’s poured down upon Chandler.
Clement: What was that? What in the hell is Chandler Scott thinking? In a match like THIS, no less?
As Kidd pulls himself up using the ropes, Gambino comes up from behind and nails him with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. The crowd boos. Gambino picks up Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Gambino comes back, he nails Kidd with a clothesline that turns him inside out. The crowd boos as Chandler looks on with a slight smirk on his face.
Clement: That bastard Chandler Scott is as selfish as they come! I knew he couldn’t be trusted. Go ahead, defend him!
Grayson: His actions speak for themselves….
Gambino picks up Kidd, brings him towards the corner and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then points to the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. After stepping over Kidd, Gambino heads into the corner, grabs the top turnbuckle and springboards to the top. He flips back with a moonsault. But Kidd moves out of the way, causing Gambino to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: Gambino misses! Kidd can still pull this out for FGA!
Kidd pulls himself up with the ropes as Gambino slowly gets up on his knees. Kidd then goes over and nails Gambino with a roundhouse kick using his right leg. After nailing Gambino with a roundhouse kick with his left leg, Kidd steps back and then blasts Gambino in the face with the White Light. The crowd cheers. But the cheers soon turn to boos. When Kidd turns around, he turns right into a Last Call from Talbot, knocking him down. Talbot then raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. But Chandler sneaks into the ring and waits impatiently for him to turn around. When Talbot turns around, he turns right into a Harvard Hammer from Chandler to a mixed reaction from the crowd. As Chandler raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd, Kidd slowly gets back up and tries to shake off the superkick from Talbot. He then goes over to Chandler, spins him around and pushes him to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: Oh boy. Not now, Ryan.
Clement: To hell with that! Chandler nearly cost FGA this match. If anyone deserves answers, it’s Ryan Kidd!
While Chandler and Kidd yell at each other, Gambino comes up from behind and nails Kidd with a running knee strike to the back, knocking Kidd into Chandler. Their heads smack against each other and sends Chandler stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Gambino goes over and picks up Kidd, Kidd pushes him away and nails him with another series of stiff forearm strikes to the head to cheers from the crowd. While Gambino is dazed, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Gambino nails him with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. Gambino then runs into the ropes. When Gambino comes back, Kidd stands up and nails him with another White Light, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Kidd then runs into the ropes. But when his back hits the ropes, Chandler pulls down on the top rope, sending Kidd tumbling down to the outside and to the floor. The crowd boos as Chandler pulls himself up, looks down and smirks at Kidd before heading into the ring.
Clement: What in the hell is Chandler Scott’s problem!? Is he trying to screw us over on purpose!?
Chandler heads over, picks up Gambino and brings him towards the center of the ring. He hoists up Gambino, spins around and then throws him down with the Valediction. The crowd responds with a strong mixed reaction as the ref slides over and makes the cover.
Cruz: Here are your winners….. RYAN KIDD and CHANDLER SCOTT!
Madison applauds as she makes her way up the steps. Gambino rolls out of the ring and is joined at ringside by Talbot as Madison steps into the ring. She goes over, hugs Chandler and then raises his arm in the air to another downpour of boos.
Grayson: We win! We win! We win! Come on, Clement. Don’t be such a Debbie Downer.
Clement: Debbie Downer!? Chandler Scott almost cost FGA multiple times in this match! Our champion screwed over Ryan Kidd repeatedly. And for what? To feed his ego? What a load of crap! I have a lot more respect for Jason Talbot and Gabriel Gambino, two men who took it to two of FGA’s best like no other. There’s a reason why those two men are so respected in this business. And they showed it in that ring tonight. All of the PWF wrestlers did.
While Chandler and Madison celebrate, Ryan Kidd slowly rolls back into the ring. Seeing Kidd startles Madison. Chandler sees this, so he turns around and waits for Kidd to confront him. Kidd gets up and goes over to Chandler, still favoring his neck. Kidd lets him have it, yelling at Chandler to cheers from the crowd. But Chandler pays him no mind, turning away and smirking to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn back to cheers as Kidd shoves Chandler back. But the cheers turn right back to boos as Chandler blatantly kicks Kidd below the belt, doubling him over to a downpour of boos.
Grayson: And what’s what happens when you disrespect the champion!
While Kidd is doubled over, Chandler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Kidd in the side of the head with a knee trembler.
Grayson: Bam! I hope Kidd has a tub of IcyHot waiting for him, because he’s going to need it.
Clement: Despicable. Chandler repeatedly screws with Kidd, almost costs FGA the match, and then attacks Kidd after getting the win.
Chandler isn’t done yet. He goes over and repeatedly stops away at Kidd’s neck to boos from the crowd. Kidd tries to cover up, but its to no avail. But the boos soon turn to cheers as A.J. Fairchild can be seen sprinting down the aisle.
Clement: Here comes A.J. Fairchild! Finally!
Grayson: What’s he doing out here?
As soon as Fairchild slides into the ring, Chandler and Madison scurry to the outside. Fairchild then kneels down next to Kidd and checks up on him. Meanwhile, Chandler grabs his belt and makes his way around ringside. Once he stops halfway up the aisle, he turns back towards the ring and shouts insults at both Fairchild and Kidd. But while Chandler’s back is turned, Blaine Harrison storms down the aisle, grabs Chandler from behind, runs and throws him back into the ring to a monster pop.
Grayson: What is this? What is Blaine doing? He has no business here!
An irate Chandler gets up, turns around and shouts down at Blaine. But Blaine just motions for him to bring it. When Chandler turns around, he turns right into a Metta World Elbow from Fairchild, knocking him down to a monster pop. Kidd then gets up, goes over, picks up Chandler and throws him over the top rope, sending him tumbling down to the floor to a monster pop. Kidd clutches his neck as he looks down at Chandler. He’s trembling with anger.
Grayson: This is a disgrace. Chandler just got the win for FGA and these guys are out here attacking him. The nerve of some people.
Clement: The nerve? That bastard just got what he deserved!
“This Is What I Know About Sacrifice” blasts over the PA as Blaine Harrison steps into the ring and checks on Kidd along with Fairchild. The three then look to the outside and sneer as Chandler is helped up around ringside by Chandler. Kidd and Fairchild then heads into adjacent corners, climb up to the second turnbuckles and look down at Chandler as Chandler continues to be helped to the back. The two then hop down and meet up with Blaine in the middle of the ring. Blaine stands between both men and raises their arms in the air to cheers from the crowd…