This past Saturday night in Hershey, PA, FGA fans witnessed a betrayal of epic proportions...
The following is exclusive footage from this past Saturday's DVD Taping in Hershey, PA
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Kevin Hardaway: Now, I don't know what you were planning on saying next, but I just need you to answer the question... did you fake the injury?
(His face is cold, his eyes are full of demand.
Bond takes his free hand and runs it over his hair before letting it slide down his face rub over his mouth. He steps back and leans across the ropes. Bond continues to avoid contact with Hardaway. Chris leans into the microphone, and slowly starts again.)
Chris Bond: Yes.
(Hardaway shakes his head.)
Chris Bond: I never meant to deceive anyone. I was content on throwing in the towel Kev, but you... you had to have that dream match didn't you? You couldn't just let me ride off into the sunset. So I gave you one last match. B-but you didn't want to just beat me. You wanted to solidify your legacy. You wanted to make sure that you put the final nail in my coffin. So I'm sorry if I pulled the wool over your eyes a little. I'm sorry if I fooled everybody out there. But I'm not going to let this second chance pass me by. If I have offended you or broken your trust, I'm truly sorry. Kev... look at me.
(Bond pleads for Kevin to look at him, and understand his sincerity.)
Chris Bond: I mean it man, I'm sorry for lying to you.
(Bond lowers the microphone and waits for Kevin to respond. Kevin sighs as he looks up into the ceiling and the lights, before finally listening to Bond and walking up to him, eyes now on him as he raises the microphone.)
Kevin Hardaway: Yeah...yeah, I'm...I'm sorry too.
Bond looks at Hardaway and nods at him. Hardaway smiles for a brief second at him.
...SMACK! Hardaway kicks Bond right behind his knee as the crowd reacts like they've just seen their dog get run over.
Bond goes down immediately and holds his injured knee in pain as Hardaway just stands there over him. The crowd is now in a stunned slience as you clearly hear the words of Hardaway, yelling from the top of his lungs.
Kevin Hardaway: ARE YOU FAKING THAT NOW TOO?!?!
Kick after kick, stomp after stomp to the knee and leg of Bond as Hardaway rushes out of the ring and grabs a steel chair as he slides it into the ring. A couple fans try to get their hands on Hardaway, but he pushes them off and jaw jacks with them as he slides back inside, Bond screaming and holding his leg like it's hanging there by the skin of its teeth as Hardaway just stands there, the stone cold look of determination and certainty on his face as he runs his hand through his hair...
...then he grabs Bond's leg and wraps it in the steel chair as he walks angrily towards the turnbuckle, climbing the top rope as he looks around the crowd, boos and chants and what have you being thrown at him like trash surrounding the ring. All Hardaway can do though is smile with a loving smirk across his face, and once again, he wants everybody to hear the words that come out of his mouth. He yells out...
Kevin Hardaway: YOU SEE THIS BEFORE YOU?! LOOK AT HIM!! HOPE IS FUCKING DEAD!
WHAM! A double foot stomp right to the steel chair. Bond immediately loses it as he grabs the leg again in screaming and absolute pain. It's right then that referees and security surround the ring and surround both Hardaway and Bond. Security around Hardaway of course as referees wave for the doctors to come out. Hardaway tries to break free from them but it's too much.
Kevin Hardaway: AWWW! POOR BABY! ARE YOU HURT NOW?! NOT SO BAD NOW IS IT, HUH?!?!
The doctors rush to the scene with the stretcher and the leg brace now as Bond keeps yelling to them and saying to them that he thinks his knee is completely shot as they hook them up. The crowd is booing like mad though as Hardaway is taken out of the ring. Unlike some others, he gets out and walks up the ramp.
But he stops...
...and turns around.
But he doesn't do anything. He just stares at Bond being put on the stretcher. And he laughs...like somebody watching the world burn in front of his very eyes.
And for a quick second...Bond gets a glance at Hardaway, breathing heavily, eyes red and bloodshot from the agonizing pain that his knee is going through. And they just stare at one another. For a quick second though as Hardaway leaves.
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The following are exclusive comments form Hardaway on his actions:
"That...you have NO. FUCKING. IDEA. how great that felt tonight. I wanted to prove myself right. Right for the longest time. And you know what...I got EXACTLY what I wanted. For that longest time, you see somebody who was given the short end. Look at everything that was brought my way since coming here. Christopher...you actually did it. You sent me over that hurdle.
You had to make it all about you. About you retiring from the game for good. And you know what? I was nice. I wanted to be that guy who gave you your ride off onto the sunset. But then you had to crumple like that, fake an injury. So I gave you an actual injury worth talking about.
And now...I want to personally invite you all to the death of #FGAProud. Because I saw you looking at me, Christopher. I saw that you weren't as broken as I made you in that ring. So I'm challenging you, Chris. Only the Strong Survive. Me and you...one on one again. If you can wobble your way to DC, I'll be waiting for you.
I'll make sure that I finally end your career once and for all. Like I was supposed to do the first time. Then, as your prime to a wheelchair for the rest of your days, you can watch as I win the FGA World Heavyweight Championship.
It's just all falling into place."
