Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER is two years old! And to celebrate we put on a mammoth anniversary show in our spiritual home of Southampton.
I can hardly believe it’s been two years. Two years ago this month that Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER burst onto the British wrestling scene with Prologue, which culminated in a stand-off between Benedict Auslander and Kevin Hardaway. Well how times have changed in these past two years; FRONTIER has seen all manner of wrestlers come and go in that time but one thing has remained constant in that time; we offer the best wrestling action this side of the Atlantic.
We also offer the fans a chance to interact with the wrestlers at every single event, and this was no different. Being an anniversary show we just had to up the ante so we held a special meet and greet which included host of events, Q&A’s, signings, live promos and competitions. I think it’s safe to say that all involved had a great time, especially Madman Szalinski who arrived with what he called the “UnCommonwealth Championship”, a new belt with special FRONTIER sideplates commemorating the event.
As we reached bell time we had a special pre-show exhibition from Pro-Wrestling FRONTLINE, our sister fed from Japan.
FRONTLINE Exhibition: Rikiya Sekimoto, Ryoichi Karasuma & Tomo Nakamura vs. Tokihiko Yokoyama, Akio Kuriyama & Ren Itou
This was a high paced contest as the tags came thick and fast until everything broke down into a massive brawl. Eventually it was the team of Sekimoto, Karasuma and Nakamura that cleaned house, leaving their captain, Karasuma, to pin Ren Itou and earn his side the win. After the match all six men paid respect to each other in the ring with handshakes before leaving the arena to a solid reception from the Southampton crowd.
An exciting contest to kick things off here, always good to see the FRONTLINE guys in action. Now before we got to the full FRONTIER celebrations we headed to the back where the GFC World Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott, had a few words…
— VIDEO—
Chandler: After everything that I’ve done, you would think that I’d be treated better than this.
After everything that I’ve given them, you would think that I’d be shown a little respect.
(Chandler wags his finger)
Chandler: Since December of 2011, Frontier Grappling Arts was my home. We were a startup company. And we struggled, just as all small independents would struggles in today’s climate. But the more shows we put on, the better we got. The better performances we gave, the more people began to talk about us. And as word of mouth increased, more and more people starting coming to our shows. Those in the industry began to take notice out that little indy located in the toxic dump that is New Jersey.
This company had its well known names looking for that last shot at fame. They had their upstarts looking for their big break. And then you had someone like me. You had a man like me that didn’t shoot straight to the top. I faltered. I failed. But I never let it get the best of me. So I kept at it. I kept climbing that mountain. And then on one hot August day in 2012, I reached the top of that mountain by overthrowing Blaine Harrison for the FGA Championship.
(Chandler grins as he remembers that day fondly.)
Chandler: For the months prior to that win, it was yours truly that was the model of consistency. Months prior to that win, I was the standard bearer for FGA. Not Blaine, who quit as soon as he lost the damn belt. Not Micky O’Reilly or Sean Fallon, who proved to be nothing but hype. Not Michael Tomkins, who couldn’t wipe his own ass by himself let alone win a match by himself. And certainly not Jared James, the career failure. No it was yours truly that put that company on his back and carried it to new heights. And as names began to drop like flies and as I began the champion, I was the man. I was out in the forefront. I was the face of that company. It was my duty to uphold the values of that company, the values that company has quickly forgotten. Respect. Achieve. Ascend. Do you remember those words? Do you know what those words even mean anymore? Of course you don’t.
(Chandler shakes his head with disgust over FGA forgetting its core values.)
Chandler: For the remainder of 2012, I continued to put that company on my back. I was the franchise, the foundation, the backbone of FGA. And as its champion, that company saw its biggest influx of talent. More and more outsiders began to take notice. Publications began to talk about us as one of the premier independent federations in the U.S. Even the world! But at the end of the day, did I get the credit that I deserved? Was I shown respect? Were there any signs of appreciation? Of course not. All the credit and the love and the support got thrown Blaine Harrison’s way. The same man who tucked his tail between his legs after I beat the hell out of him for the umpteenth time. The same man who blatantly admitted that he left that company for the bright lights, the bigger stadiums and the chance to be seen every week on HBO. He proved himself to be the fraud that I said he was the entire time. But instead of getting “thank you, Chandler”, I got nothing but “screw you, Chandler”.
(Chandler shakes his head over the lack of appreciation.)
Chandler: Then came the war between FGA and pwF. It all started because Pat Gordon, Jr didn’t know which company he was actually signing with. Not that that’s much of a surprise since he clearly doesn’t know his head from his ass. So seeing two companies with lion logos and a “frontier” in them, it’s easy to see how an imbecile like him would get confused. But this is where things get interesting. FRONTIER had the nerve to crash one of our events. And who was the man out at the front? Who was the one waving the flag for pwF? None other than everyone’s golden boy, Kevin Hardaway. Oh yes, he ran Gordon down. He showed him nothing but disrespect. And just as Hardaway and his cohorts were about to send Gordon’s head flying into the front row, guess who made the save? Guess who was the first person out of that FGA locker room to come to his aid? Was it A.J. Fairchild? Ryan Kidd? How about Jared James, was it him? It damn sure wasn’t Blaine Harrison. It was me. I was the one who saved Gordon’s hide. That’s right. Chandler Scott. The one that’s so “selfish”. The one that “only cares about himself”. The one that’s so “self absorbed”. I care so much about myself that I put my neck on the line for Gordon while everyone else in the back was twiddling their thumbs. And after the ring was cleared, do you think that FGA praised me for my heroics? Do you think that Gordon had the decency to say thank you? Of course not. And to this day, that bastard and everyone else in that company has yet to say thank you.
After FGA lost the first three matches of FRONTIER vs FGA, I was the one who pinned Gabriel Gambino in the main event. I was the one who had FGA going out on a high note. But was I given any respect? No!
After Hardaway was rightfully FIRED from this company last December, he came slithering his way over to FGA like the snake that he is. And after some crocodile tears and a bunch of other dramatics, suddenly Hardaway was one of them. Suddenly Hardaway was embraced by everyone. The same man who led an attack on FGA and called this company every name in the book was now some hero. Yet the real hero, aka ME, was getting booed out of every building that we were in.
(Chandler throws his hands in the air in disbelief.)
Chandler: Fast forward to April of 2013, when I not only beat Kevin Hardaway just like I said I would. But I snapped his wrist like a Kit Kat bar and put him out of commission. I had won every single championship that company had to offer. And oh yeah, I also broke the Unbreakable. But was I shown any respect? Of course not.
As an outsider, I came into pwF, worked my way up to the top and captured one of the most prestigious prizes in all of wrestling – the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. Do you think that I was shown any respect by FGA? Do you think any of the guys over there congratulated me? Of course not. But let it had been Blaine Harrison. Or even better, let it had been Kevin Hardaway who did this. That company would be airing non-stop tribute marathons to that s.o.b. But me? I get absolutely nothing.
Respect. Achieve. Ascend. That used to be FGA’s slogan. Those words are what that company used to stand for. But I know first hand that it’s nothing but a bunch of BS. Ascend? I ascended to the top. Achieve? I’ve won everything there is to win in FGA. But Respect? RESPECT? Oh, I’ve shown FGA respect time and time and TIME again! But where was their respect? Where was their show of respect towards me? I stayed during the good times, the bad times and even the ugly times. While others constantly let you down, I exceeded expectations. While everyone else jumped ship, I remained on board. While every “big name” on the indy scene flocked to FGA once it became the hip new thing, I was there wrestling my ass off in front of 80 people at the goddamn Inman Sports Club!
(Chandler stares off into the crowd, now seething and trembling with anger.)
Chandler: I have always, ALWAYS been there for FGA. Yet what has it gotten me? Nothing but disrespect! Constantly being slapped… no, SPAT in the face! Constantly being overlooked so they can praise their golden boys like Ben Hanson or their new poster child Kevin Hardaway! But let me tell you something. I’m better than Hanson, better than Hardaway, better than Fairchild, better than Q, Bond, Harter, Drake. I’m better than every goddamn person that ever stepped foot in that company!
I am sick and tired of being called upon when it’s convenient for you. I’m tired of being the savior and getting nothing in return. I’m tired of being taken advantage of. As far as I’m concerned, this abusive relationship between myself and FGA…. it’s OVER!
(The fans begin to speculate amongst themselves as a wry smirk creeps out of the corner of Chandler’s mouth.)
My contract with that company expired on June 25, mere days after All-Star Showdown II. They had approached me about signing an extension two weeks before that event. I never bothered to even turn past the first page. On June 26, they faxed over a new contract. Incentives, perks, the works. Here’s the contract. I was going to sign it….
(Chandler takes the contract out of his pocket. He holds it in the air, showing it to the crowd…..before ripping it into six or seven pieces and then flinging it in the air. The crowd cheers as the paper falls down around Chandler.)
Chandler: But I changed my mind! No longer will I be taken advantage of. No longer will I be disrespected. I’m not universally liked in the FRONTIER locker room. There’s some people here that can’t stand the sight of me. But you want to know what the difference is? They acknowledge my talent. They show me the respect that I’ve earned in the ring. And it doesn’t matter if they hate me or they like me, they congratulated me when I won the GFC World Heavyweight Championship – something that not one FGA “star” has done to this very day.
They say that home is where the heart is. Well, my heart is firmly with Frontier. Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, that is.
(The crowd cheers as Chandler looks around with a smile on his face.)
Chandler: As far as I’m concerned, every single person in FGA, from the guys in the office, to the lowly referees, to the ring rats like Heather Halliwell and Camellia D. Magna, all the way up to that vagabond masquerading as a champion Chris Q. You can all go to hell!
August 25. FRONTIER vs FGA II. We’re coming. FRONTIER is coming. And we’re not just coming to prove that we’re the better wrestling company. That much is clearly a given. But we’re coming to put you out of your misery.
Veritas…
—/VIDEO —
Well, who’d have believed this situation last year? When FRONTIER and FGA clashed the first time Chandler Scott was firmly on the FGA side, but here we are now and he’s the one leading the charge against them! This is going to be one hell of an interesting situation, and of course you’ll get all the latest right here!
Time for our opening FRONTIER contest as two newcomers clash, it’s Adrian Voigt against Veronica Taylor!
Veronica Taylor vs. Adrian Voigt
This was a great introduction to both Californians as they went at it with some brilliant back and forth action in the opening stages. Taylor looked to have won it with a Prettyified (Spinning heel kick) which completely caught Voigt off guard, but he kicks out and goes on the offensive. After almost sealing a win with Knightfall (Straight Jacket Lung Blower) he kept the pressure on with a series of suplexes, a Dragon Sleeper that brought a rope break and a clothesline that almost turned Taylor inside out. She connected with a desperation low blow that escaped the attention of the referee and got a sneaky two count, drawing the ire of the fans. Veronica pulled Voigt to his feet by his hair, getting a warning from the ref this time, before attempting a superkick. But Voigt dodges and trips her up, sending her crashing onto her back. Voigt applies a straight jacket, rolls her on to her stomach, applies a knee to the back of her head/neck and then pulls up on the arms, applying a choke; a move he calls Anax-Ankhō. Before long Taylor taps out!
Here’s your winner, Adrian Voigt!!
A decent debut win from Voigt, with a vicious looking submission move to end it. We’ll be watching both of these new stars over the coming months, I have a feeling that both will make an impact on FRONTIER.
Time for a short and sweet video package from another of FRONTIER’s new British stars!
— VIDEO —
The video begins to play as we hear a siren and the words “Storm Warning” come across the screen a video package begins to play highlighting the career of the British Storm Ian Smith. The video ends as the image of a man with his back to the camera he is wearing a union jack zip up hoodie. He slowly turns around as he looks in to the camera he begins speaking.
Ian: I first want to introduce myself for those who do not know my name is Ian Smith and it feels great to be back home in England. I have been wrestling all over the world perfecting my craft and now is the perfect time for me to come to The United Kingdom’s best wrestling promotion Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. I am not going to stand here and tell you all what I am going to do I am just going to show you. Storm is coming and I will be seeing all of you soon. God Save The Queen.
The video feed slowly ends.
— /VIDEO —
“The British Storm” should be making his in-ring debut at our next show in two weeks, it’ll be good to have another Englishman in the company!
Next up here tonight was another singles match as Jason X and Drake Hunter attempt to build some momentum and climb up the ladder here in FRONTIER.
Jason X vs. Drake Hunter
These two went at it like dogs as soon as the bell sounded, they literally just pounded away on each other and the crowd were loving it. It’s not what you expect from two high flyers, but it was great to watch. Eventually Jason landed a series of blows that rocked Drake, taking advantage with a Fisherman Buster for an early two count. Drake looked dazed after that and Jason continued focussing on the head of his opponent with a swinging neckbreaker, enziguri and a Fireman’s Carry into a knee neckbreaker for another near fall. He exchanged words with the referee, wanting a faster count. Drake got back to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs and laying in some big right hands on Jason X. He tries for a side kick but Jason grabs his leg, but then Drake manages to connect with an enziguri of his own. Jason back up and tried for a powerbomb after a kick to the midsection, but the Punk manages to reverse it into a back body drop. He then connects with the Divine Flurry (Open right handed slap, open left handed slap, spinning right handed slap, superkick to the jaw, as opponent fall to their knees hit a second superkick and a standing corkscrew moonsault) for a two count. He too argues with the referee and this allows Jason an opportunity to get to his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks to take Hunter off his feet, but suddenly Seth Moore appears at ringside, leaps to the apron and pushes Jason off the top. Drake catches Jason on his shoulders and connects with the Death in Advance (Go 2 Sleep) for a pinfall victory!
Here’s your winner, Drake Hunter!!
And it’s a win courtesy of Seth Moore, Hunter’s tag-team partner! The referee didn’t see it, Jason X knew nothing about it but the Punk made the most of that opportunity. Moore Punk building some momentum, both in tag and singles competition.
Now before we go any further, it’s time to hear from everyone’s least favourite group, the Godfathers of Wrestling…
— VIDEO —
[The house lights in the arena fade out as the opening riffs to Slash’s guitar version of the Godfather theme hits the pa system. The crowd immediately begin to boo vehemently as they realize the song signifies the arrival of the newest supergroup in professional wrestling. A lone spotlight shines down on the stage as four shadowy figures emerge from behind the curtain. As the song hits its crescendo, the lights turn back on to reveal the Godfathers of Wrestling standing in a line across the stage. Gabriel Gambino, carrying a black leather binder, Andreas Lasiewicz, Jonathan Collins, and the GFC world champion Chandler Scott stand atop the stage all clad in GoW t-shirts, hoodies, etc. The boos reign down heavily now as the four Godfathers slowly make their way down the ramp to the ring. Collins and Scott roll into the ring, Lasiewicz takes the far steps, and Gambino enters via the near steps. Gambino hops up onto the second turnbuckle, carefully placing his right foot onto the third, before raising both arms in the air taking in the boos. Behind him, the three remaining Godfathers each take their own turnbuckle, causing the crowd to nearly blow the roof off with their disapproval. After a few moments they each hop down with Gambino grabbing a mic.]
Gambino: I feel like there’s only four words that would make sense right about now. [He pauses to allow the boos to echo throughout the arena.] I. TOLD. YOU. SO. I told you all. I told each and every one of you. I told those of you who would listen, and those of you who wouldn’t. I told you from day one just exactly why I came to pro wrestling FRONTIER. I came here to END one man’s career. I came here to DESTROY one man’s empire. I came here to BURY one man’s legacy. That man, as you all are well aware, is Kevin Hardaway. He and I had one of the greatest sets of matches this business has ever seen. We beat the living hell out of each other every time we stepped foot into the ring. And we liked it. But we did it because we each wanted to prove that we were the best. I think my point has been proven. But see… OUR point… [He motions to the three around him.] OUR point has only just begun. What stands before you is the single greatest collection of living wrestlers this business has ever or will ever see. The four of us have held every single title known to man in just about any company you can imagine. And the four of us have come together to start a revolution. You all clamored for one so badly last summer with Kevin and Aaron Arcadian, and now you’ve got it. You all clamored for change, and now that change is here. The fist is change, and we ARE that fist.
[Gabriel hands over the microphone to Andreas Lasiewicz. He takes in the reception whilst pushing his designer shades onto his head, his Cheshire Cat grin aching on his face.]
Lasiewicz: Ladies, Gentlemen and members of the jury… Welcome to the party!
[The crowd let out a resounding round of boos as he merely laughs them off.]
Lasiewicz: If you don’t like something change it, if you can’t change it… Change your attitude. That is what has been required here in FRONTIER, a change in attitude. Because the greater change here is not being accepted. The change that this company sorely needs is being ignored. We told you what was poisoning it’s bloodstream, we told you what was polluting this federation… But oh no… You still wanted to indulge, you still wanted to consume what was slowly killing British wrestling from the inside–out. The likes of CJ Osborne, Jason Talbot, the likes of Alex Jones, the likes of… Kevin Hardaway…
[The crowd let out a loud pop for these mentioned names, but “The Morning Star” cuts them off quickly.]
Lasiewicz: BUT NO MORE! The Godfather’s of Wrestling has taken these diseases, this cancer away from you. Long since did CJ run away after myself and Gabe beat the living hell out of him. It was long ago that we heard from Jason Talbot, Alex Jones is merely an empty shell that is loitering around the locker room after I beat the holy hell out of him. And K-Hard? Hah… Gabriel here saw to that…
[The crowd begins to throw small pieces of garbage into the ring, though security are quick to halt such actions.]
Lasiewicz: No longer will the likes of these be given preferential booking, no longer will title shots be gifted out to those whom don’t deserve it, no longer will the bane of the wrestling world be force fed into your clueless, infantile minds. We here, are the great educators. We have taught the opening acts to this little carnival how to dictate themselves with hard hitting lessons in wrestling. We have shown your supposed champions that they are not the calibre they think they are. Without us– without us FRONTIER was going nowhere… NOWHERE… And going there fast…
[Andreas takes a slight breather, obviously that infamous anger growing in him by the minute.]
Lasiewicz: What you see before you is the crème de la crème of professional wrestling! “The Conqueror”, the “K-Hard Slayer” Gabriel Gambino, the current reigning and most deserving GFC Champion Chandler Scott and the man you all know, but I’d like to introduce to you right now… the SIX time World Champion… Jonathan Collins.
[Collins takes the microphone and looks around, a little surprised by the jeering he’s receiving simply for being part of the group, but he shrugs and leans back in one of the corners, taking the microphone. “The Saint of Violence”, gives a brief salute to Lasiewicz for the introduction, and exchanges nods with Gambino and Scott before speaking.]
Collins: So let me get this straight…I’ve yet to speak and you’re going to jeer me? That’s fan logic, I suppose.
[The crowd starts to jeer slightly less, leaving Collins to shrug.]
Collins: That’s better. I think that I should probably clear the air here before I go onto other things. Yes, I am EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins. Yes, I am a card carrying member of the GoW and proud of it. More importantly, I don’t think I’ve done anything worthy of your ire other than simply associate with men of my caliber. See, you get to a point in your career where you need to associate with people who sit in the same rarefied air as you do. You want to teach the children, but you also want to have some time where you can represent yourself. That’s what I do here. I come to FRONTIER as a man who simply wishes to be associated with the same type of glory that comes from the athlete that I’ve been my entire illustrious career. I’m not here to desecrate your heroes or remind them of their failures, I believe that they do a magnificent job of that on their own time. I don’t need to tell Kevin Hardaway he failed. I don’t need to tell a roster full of people I literally do not have time for they failed. With apologies to the people I do respect for their time, I’m going to make this short and sweet. I’m not here to plunder your roster and feed them the most humble of pie, but I am here to honor and celebrate my good friend, Gabriel Gambino. See, while I have no issue with Kevin Hardaway, I don’t respect him as much as I respect Mr. Gambino. Gabriel gets what it’s like to be part of the pantheon of greats. Gabriel understands what it’s like to be considered elite…and Kevin, as good as you are, you are certainly not fit to walk in my good friend’s shoes. So while you sit there and watch this celebration of greatness, remember one thing…
[Collins stops, pushes himself out of the corner, and comes over to Gabriel, who he places an arm around the shoulder of, his lips curling into a smirk.]
Collins: …buddy, you got a long, long way to go.
[Collins flips the microphone to the Harvard graduate, and current GFC world champion, Chandler Scott.]
Scott: I’ll admit when Gabriel and Lasie approached me about joining this group, I was a little apprehensive. I’d seen the damage the two of them inflicted on their own. I’d see the chaos they’d caused here. I wasn’t quite sure the fit would be right for me. But then they spoke. They spoke and it was like they were talking through me. The words they said were the words I felt. For far too long this company has allowed the bottom-feeders, the derelicts of society, the unintelligent run the asylum. No more. The Godfathers are here to change that. We are here to inflict change. And if during that change we have to hurt people to teach them that lesson, then so be it. This company needs change. This business needs change. As YOUR GFC world champion, I’m going to help introduce that change. Veritas.
[Gambino regains the mic, much to the chagrin of the crowd who once again let him have it.]
Gambino: The ‘KHard Slayer’… I like that one Lasie. No, I really like that one. I might just have to add that one to the list. [The two share a brief chuckle.] Where are my manners… I believe I promised you all a celebration tonight, didn’t I? You may all find it a bit odd that I’m throwing a celebration for myself, but I must admit I do think I’ve earned just a little bit of self satisfaction. What with finally ending the career of that mook Kevin Hardaway and all. And earning this of course. [He waves the little black binder for all to see.] That’s right… You’re stuck with me for a whole ‘nother year! So without further ado…
[Gabriel pauses for a moment before pointing up. At his signal, hundreds of black and white Godfathers of Wrestling themed balloons fall from the sky into the crowd and ring. The crowd is incensed at this point.]
Gambino: What? I’m not allowed to have a little fun? I can’t celebrate the fact that I just earned myself a brand new, one-year FRONTIER contract? I can’t celebrate the fact that I just ended the career of my arch nemesis Kevin Hardaway? THAT’S the problem I have with you people. You simply don’t allow yourselves to, even for one moment, appreciate all that I have accomplished. Quite similarly, neither did Matt Montell. Neither does Hanna Fox. And obviously neither will Scott Mayo. He’s back by the way? It’s funny that none of these people realize the greatness that stands before them. It’s funny to me that I had to claw my way back into this company, when I never should have been in that position in the first place. It was Kevin Hardaway that put his hands on a pwF official. It was Kevin Hardaway that jumped Scott Mayo. It was Kevin Hardaway that was FIRED. Yet it was Gabriel Gambino who was forced to put his contract on the line. How much sense does that make?
[He looks to his three comrades, all of whom shake their heads in agreement.]
Gambino: What’s even funnier is that if I wanted to I could jump ship to FGA. Or maybe I could go to EXODUS Pro. Or maybe, just maybe I could go back to where it all started for me. GDW. All these companies would pine over my services. They’d know how to treat the best wrestler on the planet. They wouldn’t force me to put my contract on the line against a man who isn’t even in the same stratosphere as me! They wouldn’t make me prove myself time and time again, only to be overlooked in favor of lesser men. They wouldn’t spit in my face after I carried their world title for six damn months! They wouldn’t desecrate me and my legacy after I carried their companies on my back for well over a year! The four of us have promised you change. Well that change starts tonight. Not only do you have to say goodbye to your hero, your precious Kevin Hardaway. Tonight you’ll be saying goodbye to another storied FRONTIER wrestler. Some may say he’s the greatest competitor FRONTIER has ever seen. Either way, he’s gone after tonight. So ladies and gentlemen… Say goodbye to Kevin Hardaway…. And say goodbye to… GABRIEL GAMBINO.
[The crowd look on in stunned silence as Gambino produces his new pwF contract from the black leather binder. He proceeds to tear the contract into tiny little pieces before throwing it into the air like confetti. A sadistic grin crosses Gabe’s face as the four Godfathers take in another round of boos before slowly exiting the ring.]
— /VIDEO —
Love ‘em or hate ‘em, and let’s face it it’s hate ‘em, the GoW are an interesting group. When it was just Gambino and Lasiewicz they were dangerous, but throw Collins and Scott into the equation? That’s a pretty talented group, even if their talent is overshadowed by their own arrogance.
As for Gambino ripping up his contract; what the hell is he playing at? After all he’s been through to win that thing? I have a feeling we’ll still be seeing him on future shows, this one’s not over just yet.
Anyway, let’s get back to some in-ring action as Mia Scott and Skylar Montgomery go one-on-one.
Mia Scott vs. Skylar Montgomery
The two Londoners were both eager to get this one underway. They jaw-jacked each other for a while and SkyMont then flipped Mia the bird and went for an Evenflow DDT, but Mia was steadfast and managed to reverse it into a Northern Lights Suplex for a cheeky one count. Skylar didn’t seem impressed by that and got a warning for a poke to the eye of his opponent before taking advantage with a sit-out jawbreaker. Mia climbed to her feet in the corner, rolling out of the way of a clothesline attempt at the last moment. Montgomery tried another clothesline but Mia ducks again and Skylar semi-connects with the referee who goes down on all fours, holding his head. Skylar shouts down at the ref, calling him an idiot and telling him to not get in the way. Mia takes one look at the situation and spots an opportunity, running at Skylar, using the referee’s back as a springboard and connecting with the Fulham Broadside (Shining Wizard)!! She makes a cover and, after a moment or two, the referee recovers enough to count to two. The crowd roar Mia on as she drags Montgomery to the corner and sets him up on the turnbuckle. She signals to the crowd, nails the Circle Line (Shiranui) and claims the victory!
Here’s your winner, Mia Scott!!
An impressive win for Mia Scott there, taking that opportunity when it presented itself which was the real turning point in that match.
Another debut now as Summer Collins makes her first in-ring FRONTIER appearance against the impressive Ryo Unikawa. Summer may be making her debut here tonight but it soon became apparent she’s already god a sizeable fanbase; she received a great reception from the Southampton crowd. Not surprising really, she’s made a name for herself in some of the best wrestling companies around the globe. Plus she’s fit.
Unikawa, however, isn’t as popular. That’s not to say he doesn’t have his fans, there are many who respect his hard hitting style, but he was clearly the least popular of the two here tonight and that seemed to aggravate him somewhat as he came to the ring.
Ryo Unikawa vs. Summer Collins
Collins played to the fans in the opening moments, allowing Unikawa to capitalise with a Savate kick and an X-Plex. That seemed to shake Summer into action and she began to connect with kicks and slaps that rocked Unikawa. He went for a lariat but Summer grabs the arm and drags him down into a Crippler Crossface. Unikawa uses his strength and size advantages to power out and get back to his feet, where he drags his opponent up and nails a Double Underhook DDT for a nearfall. The fans get behind Summer as she fights back, a springboard dropkick brings a two one count and a springboard spinning heel kick gets a two kick. She follows with a springboard blockbuster, hoping to collect the set with a three count but Unikawa again kicks out at two. He looks pissed off and yells at his opponent, trying to intimidate her. But Collins aint the kinda girl to be intimidated and she slaps the hell out of him. Ryo spins away under the power of the slap but spins right round and connects with a rolling elbow! Collins thinks quickly as she crumbles to the mat, grabbing the bottom rope and pulling herself onto the ring apron. Unikawa tries to attack again but the ref intervenes, pointing out that Summer is in the ropes. Unikawa steps away, Summer leaps up on the ropes. Springboard Hurricinrana!! Two count only. She pulls Unikawa up again. Stock Market Crash (Rock Bottom)! 1,2,3!!
Here’s your winner, Summer Collins!!
A good win for Summer Collins as she kicks off her FRONTIER career in a good way. Unikawa looked impressive in spells and he’ll be disappointed with that result.
Noticeably absent tonight was Jay Pride, the former GFC World Champion. But we did receive this video message from him on this special occasion.
— VIDEO —
The video screen flares into life to show Jay Pride in a smart suit, sat in a wooden chair against a plain white plaster wall. He smiles.
Jay Pride: Hey, everyone. Unfortunately I cannae be there thenight, as it’s ma brother’s wedding.
He leans forward conspiratorially and says:
Jay Pride: Between you an’ me, I’d rather be there with you guys, no’ least because damn that card is stacked. If only it had the Chandler Scott vs Jay Pride rubber match to cap it off, eh? But even so, Madman Szalinski vs Alexia Brandt, you know that’s gonna more than live up to main event status. Good luck to both of ’em. I can’t wait until the DVD comes out so I can catch everything I missed.
He leans back, folds his arms and smiles again.
Jay Pride: But I promise I’ll be back in action soon, back to proving ma case for a chance to regain the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. I swore I would put on the best match I can every time, the best match of the night every time I wrestle, an’ so far I think I’ve succeeded in that. Well here’s another oath: I swear I will again be the GFC World Heavyweight Champion in the second half of 2013. No matter who’s put in front of me, from the greatest legend to the hungriest rookie, I’ll give my everything to every match. I could say I won’t stop until the champion, but that’s only half the story – I won’t stop until I can physically no longer wrestle. An’ I’m no’ even fully sure I’ll stop then. And on the next show, the quest starts again.
Jay’s about to finish, then remembers something and adds:
Jay Pride: Oh, and ah, Evangelista sends her love an’ says she wishes she could be there defending her Tag Team Championship, but work wouldn’t give her the night off. Sucks, aye?
Finally, he stands, rubbing his hands absently.
Jay Pride: Enjoy the show folks, see you soon, and remember: don’t buy any Godfathers merch. It contains arsenic.
He nods a goodbye, and the scene ends.
— /VIDEO —
Fancy being at a wedding when such a big show is being held, what kind of moron would do that? Anyway, glad to see that Jay could still be a part of the show in some small way, we’re looking forward to getting him back in the ring. And if he’s that focussed on regaining top spot it can only be a good thing for us fans.
Something else that’s good for us fans is seeing something different, which is what we had next. The IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship made it’s first appearance at Unsanctioned and here in Southampton we were treated to a re-match as FRONTLINE’s Katsutoshi di Limones defended against Laurel Anne Hardy.
Chivalry is Dead match for the IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship: Katsutoshi di Limones [c] vs Laurel Anne Hardy
These two met at Unsantioned in (as far as anyone can tell) the first ever match for this title. Laurel walked out of that match the winner – only to be bushwhacked by Troy Gafgen! The championship passed between several hands over the course of the night, including FRONTIER’s own Seth Moore and Matt Kail as well as one of our big new signings, Alexander StarrZoe. Laurel finally managed to win it back at the end of the night – only for Katsutoshi to strike at the last second and leave the event as champion!
The second go-around for Hardy and Katsutoshi starts with them just circling each other… until Katsu breaks into a bodywave. Laurel responds with some funky fresh moves of her own, and before you know it, we’ve got another fully-fledged dance-off going on between these two. Hey, they’re both damn good dancers, in fairness. Laurel’s shaking her booty, and turns her back on Katsu – the same mistake she made at Unsanctioned. He goes for a superkick as she turns back to face him, but she just side-steps it… or rather, side-dances it, never breaking her rhythm. Katsu ends up in a splits on the ground and the expression he’s wearing made me wince and cross my own legs! Laurel’s still dancing away as she boots Katsu in the chest and face repeatedly, then caps off her shimmying with a standing moonsault for a near fall.
The match from there progresses in a much more straightforward fashion, if an incredibly fast-paced one – Katsutoshi isn’t having any trouble keeping pace with Hardy’s high-intensity style. Neither can really get an advantage for a time, and it’s not long before things spill to the outside and weapons come into play. It’s Katsutoshi who finds the big opening when Hardy attempts to spear him through the guardrail, but he catches her around the waist and flips her into a kind of overhead flapjack, dumping her into the stands! The fans only just get away in time, and she crashes through their chairs. Katsu hops onto the guardrail then leaps off in a Taste Explosion (moonsault double footstomp) for a two point nine.
Katsu takes a moment to drink some lemonade, provided by his valet Bachiko, then takes her silver serving tray and whacks Laurel in the head with it. He wraps Laurel in a tree of woe around the bottom of the ringpost from the outside, and nails her with the lungblower he calls The Lemon Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree! He goes for the pin, but Laurel manages to grab the serving tray and bash it into Katsu’s neck to break the cradle. She slowly manages to take control, creatively mixing weapons into her usual theatrical style – including a butterfly suplex with his arms through a chair, stomping her bare feet in broken glass from a smashed light tube before connecting a double foot backbreaker, and using a kendo stick to pole vault into him with a flying kick!
Back in the ring, she swings a light tube at him, which he ducks. He comes back in a spinning heel kick but Laurel gets under it and pulls him across her shoulders! She swings him round and pulls the light tube in place across his chest at the same time, and drops him in a wheelbarrow facebuster! She rolls him and flips back over him into a jackknife pin and scores the fall! Laurel Anne Hardy wins the IGNITE Extreme 24/7 Championship for the third time! But Katsutoshi pushes her back and rolls her through into a prawn hold… one, two, three! Laurel rolls back so that Katsu’s shoulders are down… one, two three! Katsu pushes out and leaps to his feet, then swings Laurel down into an Oklahoma roll! One, two three! Laurel manages to roll over him, bringing him with her into a schoolgirl – one, two three!
If I understand this right, they’ve just traded the title a bunch of times, but they seem to be continuing the match – albeit with Laurel now as champion, I think!? They both find more weapon shots, and by now they’re both covered in small cuts and scratches. Laurel swings a chair at Katsu’s face and he begs off, imploring her not to hit the face… she sighs, but relents and hits him hard in the gut instead. He crumples to his knees, eyes watering, but offers her a thumbs up of thanks anyway. She nods and says “any time,” then flattens him with a shining wizard. Suddenly she’s whipped around from behind and kicked in the gut… headlock driver from ADRIAN VOIGT! Voigt drills her with the Kingslayer, then looks from her to Katsu, clearly unsure as to which of them is currently champion. So he just shrugs and drags Katsu on top of Hardy, and pins them both! He rolls out of the ring and grabs the title, tossing it over his shoulder, and backs away looking very pleased with himself.
Here’s your winner and NEW IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Champion , Adrian Voigt!!
A great display of extreme action here in Southampton, and a new champion emerges here tonight. Adrian Voigt already won one match here tonight but spots another opportunity and comes away with a title around his waist. But, this is a 24/7 title, he’ll have to be on guard all the time if he’s to retain that thing.
Matt Kail’s been on one hell of a run in FRONTIER as of late. I’ve lost track of how many GFC Champions he’s beaten in recent months. And for this show he was granted a special exhibition match against the UWL World Champion, Pat Gordon Jnr. Could Kail’s stock rise further with a win here tonight, or will Gordon pick up a win on his FRONTIER debut?
Matt Kail vs. Pat Gordon Jnr.
Pat Gordon picks up Kail and drives him into the corner as we get things underway here in Southampton. He goes for a forearm but Kail rolls out and hits a hard right kick. He hits three more kicks but Gordon stops that with a BIG clothesline. Kail is sent into the corner. He brings his knees up but PGJr catches them, spins Kail around, so his legs are draped over the middle rope, and hits a hard chop and a thunderous kick. Gordon finishes that with a waistlock suplex from out of the corner.
Kail is down. Kail blocks a suplex and the two men tumble through the ropes to the outside. Both men on the apron and Gordon delivers some sick looking chops. Kail back with three kicks but Gordon with more chops. Kail clotheslines Gordon back into the ring. Gordon cuts Kail off with some vicious elbow strikes as he climbs back in. Now he has Kail over and slams his head into the mat three times. He delivers some stiff blows and then gets a one count. Gordon with a chin lock. Kail fights back with more kicks. Kail hits a running knee that shakes up Gordon. Kail with Thank You, Pain (Running knee kick to the back of a seated opponents head) for a near fall.
Kail heads up to the second turnbuckle. Gordon grabs his leg and yanks him off, causing Kail to hit his head on the way down. Gordon grabs Kail by the wrist and unloads with a flurry of hard punches to the exposed arm. He follows up with the Pat Lock (bridging cross-face chickenwing) which brings him a submission victory.
Here’s your winner, Pat Gordon Jnr!!
A good debut win for the Boston Bruiser here as Matt Kail’s run of good form comes to an end. That wasn’t the end of the action for Gordon, however, take a look at what happened next.
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Pat Gordon Jr. celebrates his victory when suddenly a song intro echoes through the arena…
“MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
I’M SICK TO DEATH OF SWALLOWING EVERY SINGLE THING I’M FED!”
Adam Stryker runs from backstage with a steel chair in hand. Gordon is ready to fight as he escapes the ring and runs towards the Loose Cannon. Stryker tees off for a chair shot to the face, but Pat gets an arm up to swat it away. The Bostonian fires back with a few jabs that stun the Loose Cannon. Just as Gordon is winding up for a big punch, he gets the edge of the chair rammed right into his breadbasket. With Junior doubled over, Stryker swings again and hits the former UWL World Champion’s back this time. Neither the head nor the back are the main targets for Adam Stryker as he continues his assault. Instead, the former GFC Tag Team Champion proceeds to smash the chair over Gordon’s right arm!
Just when people think he’s done enough damage, when he tosses the chair away to a chorus of “You Suck” chants, he rolls Pat on his back and from a full mount position, he locks in the Americana! Pat Gordon Jr. is in a world of pain and taps the ground with his left hand like a mad man, but Stryker still keeps twisting his arm up until few security guards rush from the back and separate the two men. Doctors come out as well, checking on Pat, while two members of security escort Stryker away from The Boston Bruiser. Adam still manages to spit on Pat and smile maniacally as he is boo’d out of the building.
— / VIDEO —
Adam Stryker making a statement. Knowing the kind of man Pat Gordon is, he’s not going to leave this unanswered. We’ll try to get more info on this as the night goes on, we need to know what the deal with Stryker is!
Next up on a night already choc full of action was a triple threat match with three exceptional talents. Let’s get straight to it!
Triple Threat Match: Seth Moore vs. Graham Clauson vs. Allison Lorraine
Clauson with a head butt and knee to Moore. Clauson sends Moore into the guardrails. Lorraine sends Clauson into the guardrails. Lorraine with shots to Moore and then she puts Moore on a chair and Allison with a drop kick to the head. Moore sends Clauson’s head into the apron and then he hits a drop kick. Seth sends Allison and Clauson’s heads crashing together. Clauson catches Moore on a dive off the apron and hits a HUGE power slam. Allison Lorraine with an Irish whip on Clauson into the guardrails. Clauson and Lorraine are in the ring and Allison with a chop. She follows with a hip toss followed by a cartwheel and drop kick for a near fall. Lorraine with a splash in the corner to Clauson followed by an Irish whip and chops. Allison with another Irish whip but she is sent to the apron by way of a back body drop. She quickly leaps up onto the rope and connects with a springboard dropkick for a near fall. Seth Moore goes for a double axe handle from the top but Allison blocks with a kick.
Lorraine slams Moore and then she goes up top. Moore with a punch to stop Lorraine and then he hits a ‘rana for a near fall. Moore slaps Lorraine and Drake Hunter trips Lorraine from outside. Clauson with a running legdrop to Lorraine. Moore misses a forearm in the corner and Clauson connects with a Japanese Armdrag. Clauson with a German suplex of Moore ONTO Allison to get a near fall on Moore. Clauson punches Moore and chokes him. Moore up again with a jawbreaker that sends Clauson to the floor.
As Graham gets back in Allison Lorraine tries for a sunset flip but Clauson does not go over and Lorraine pulls down his tights for a moment. Moore tries for the Moore Than A Feeling (Double Underhook Sit Out Piledriver) on Clauson but Clauson sends Moore into the turnbuckles. Moore misses a clothesline on Clauson. Lorraine with a kick and an STO to Moore while he hits a DDT on Clauson! Everyone is down in the ring. All three slowly back up and they exchange punches. Clauson with kicks to Moore and Lorraine and then he goes for the The Relapse of Robert Downey Jr. (Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam) but Moore escapes and connects with an Inverted DDT to Clauson.
Lorraine with a Bicycle Kick to Moore. Clauson gets a near fall on Lorraine, Clauson with a knee to Lorraine’s midsection and then he puts Lorraine on the top rope but Lorraine escapes. Allison gets Clauson up for a belly-to-back suplex and turns it into a neck breaker. Lorraine goes up top for the Eye of the Tiger (corkscrew 630 senton splash) but Clauson avoids it and then covers Allison! Moore breaks up the cover and then Moore goes for the Moore Than A Feeling but Lorraine sends Moore over the top rope to the floor. Lorraine with a springboard drop kick that knocks Clauson down. She bounces off the ropes but Graham Clauson is up and connects with the Ra’s al Ghul (Kip-Up to Standing Rolling Koppo Kick)!! Lorraine appears out cold and Clauson makes a cover, but Moore breaks it up!
Moore and Clauson exchange blows, they lock up, Moore slips behind looking for a German Suplex… but Clauson ends the match with the Ludovico Technique (Snapmare Driver) on a shocked Seth Moore, despite Drake Hunter’s best efforts to break up the pin.
Here’s your winner, Graham Clauson!!
A big win for the Shoot King, taking down not one but two top FRONTIER stars. He’s certainly making waves in FRONTIER, first with his out of the ring actions and now his in-ring exploits. Honourable mentions to his two opponents who put up one heck of a fight here tonight.
We managed to catch up with Adam Stryker backstage, wanting some explanations for what happened earlier in the night.
— VIDEO —
Camera cuts backstage where Adam Stryker, dressed in his wrestling singlet, is sitting on a folding chair. A wide smile is crossing his face as he stabs his cold eyes right into the camera.
AS: “After Pat Gordon Jr. injured my arm in our UWL Title match, which was the only thing that made him defend his title successfully, I didn’t do a thing. I said to myself that there is no need to do anything as he wrestlers for completely different promotions than I do. There was a possibility that we will never meet again. But then Patrick did the stupidest thing imaginable, he came to my playground. He signed with FRONTIER, clearly only to steal my spotlight again. That was it for me, I acknowledged that grudges like this never disappear; they never die until they are fully punished. Patrick… this was just a beginning. My vengeance will be much more brutal. Your actions will not go on unpunished.”
Stryker gets up from the chair and leaves the scene, walking towards the entrance area.
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So it looks as though Stryker is one to hold a grudge. We tried to catch up with Pat Gordon Jnr too but he was receiving medical attention and couldn’t be reached, but I know he’ll speak on the matter real soon.
Time for a special guest appearance from Alexander StarrZoe, member of the AbominationZ from WARPED Wrestling. StarrZoe put out an open challenge and it was Adam Stryker who answered first. This should be an interesting contest, so let’s not beat around the bush any more, to the ring with you!
Alexander StarrZoe vs. Adam Stryker
Adam hit a series of forearms to the back of StarrZoë’s head. StarrZoë came up with a nice scoop slam for a nearfall. StarrZoë controlled the match for a bit, but Stryker came back with an exploder suplex off the ropes, a big lariat, and a suicide dive. Stryker slammed StarrZoë on the floor, looking to get the countout win. StarrZoë got back into the ring, but Stryker sent him back to the floor. Stryker gave StarrZoë an exploder onto the timekeeper (not the table, but the actual person!). Stryker was looking for the countout win again, but StarrZoë got back in at 19. Adam hit a couple of big boots in the corner. He went for a third, but StarrZoë caught him with an exploder suplex of his own into the corner. They got to their feet before the 10 count and traded some big strikes. Adam blocked one Yakuza and went to the top rope, but StarrZoë gave him a Yakuza that sent him to the floor. StarrZoë then wiped him out with a somersault plancha. StarrZoë rolled him back in and went to the top rope: diving cross-body: 1…2…NO! StarrZoë set up for a lariat, but Adam met him with a massive kick! StarrZoë hit a big swinging DDT: 1…2…NO! Stryker came back with a Another Way To Die (Two Butterfly Suplexes followed by Butterfly Brainbuster): 1…2…NO! Stryker just killed him with a lariat for another nearfall. Another big kick from Stryker, but StarrZoë came back with a G-8 (Full Nelson into a Powerdriver onto the neck): 1…2…NO! StarrZoë started to go to the top rope, but Adam superkicked his knee! Adam hit a top rope splash to the knee, and he then locked in the Stretch Muffler. StarrZoë just made the ropes. StarrZoë came back with a Samoan Driver, but Stryker kicked out of the resultant pin attempt. StarrZoë was fired up now and connected with some big right hands, grabbing Stryker and nailing the Smoker’s Special (Electric Chair Driver), 1…2…3!!
Here’s your winner, Alexander StarrZoë!!
The first StarrZoë invitational match ends with a win for the WARPED star, and I’m sure we won’t hear the end of that for quite some time. Stryker came up short in this match, I have a feeling he has one eye on goings on elsewhere and has Pat Gordon Jnr on his mind. He needs to be 100% focussed against opposition the caliber of StarrZoë and unfortunately for him he wasn’t tonight.
Time to hear from our General Manager as Scott Mayo made a special address to the fans.
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Scott Mayo appears through the entrance curtain, in his wheelchair and being pushed by his daughter, Charlotte. The crowd applaud as the man who used to be the most hated in the country waves to them. There’s no doubting this guy’s made a complete turnaround since his first spell with the company. As the applause dies down he raises a microphone to his lips and begins to address the crowd.
SM: Good evening, Southampton!
It appears that Scott has learnt about cheap pops.
SM: I hope you’re enjoying the festivities here this weekend as Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER celebrate our second anniversary. I think that is one hell of an achievement, and it’s down to a whole heap of factors, but we certainly wouldn’t be here without all of you.
Another self appreciation cheer from the crowd.
SM: Myself and Matt Montell…
A chorus of boos ring out at the mention of the former GM’s name.
SM: We had a plan to make British wrestling great again. And with the help of Hanna Fox we made that plan work. We started to attract some established names to start off with, people like Benedict Auslander, Kevin Hardaway, Jay Pride, Alex Jones. And we had some big guest stars like the Best Americans, John Patrick, Sean McBride. But then we started building a reputation, new young stars were breaking through here, other big names made the jump from international companies to come and work here. That was a hell of a thing. No-one could have imagined that Talbot, Gambino and Osborne would switch the MWA for FRONTIER, but it happened. Our fame grew, we were winning praise and new fans all over the globe. Now I admit it’s not all been plain sailing. Our TV deal was a low point. And my own personal indiscretions almost screwed things up, and I’ll always be sorry for that.
One small section of the crowd begins a “we forgive you” chant which brings a smile to the GM’s face as he is seen to mouth “thank you”.
SM: And now here we are, with guys like Chandler Scott, Madman Szalinski, Pat Gordon Jnr, Jay Pride, Adam Stryker, Graham Clauson, Andreas Lasiewicz, Alex Jones, Alexia Brandt, Seth Moore…. I could go on. But, the point is, we have one hell of a roster of talent here in FRONTIER. The fact these guys have chosen FRONTIER makes me proud as hell and it should make you proud too, because this is all for you.
Mayo points to the crowd who cheer wildly
Crowd: This is FRONTIER! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* This is FRONTIER!
SM: And now we move forward into our third year and the future looks bright. You may have read recently that FRONTIER vs. FGA II is happening this August. But unlike last year this is not going to be a war, this is going to be two great friends putting on one hell of a show. Plus in November it’s the third annual GFC Invitational Tournament, and we’re promising to make it the biggest yet!
Crowd: Thank you Mayo! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Mayo!
Mayo smiles.
SM: You’re welcome!
Crowd: We are welcome! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* We are welcome!
Mayo laughs and applauds the fans.
SM: And on that note… enjoy the rest of the show, guys!
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It’s interesting how the fans have really taken to Mayo upon his return to the company. It’s hard to believe really, considering everything that happened with him prior to his stroke. But I guess he’s got a chance to right his wrongs, especially when it comes to the relationship with FGA.
Now what a big match we have for you next as Alex Jones goes one-on-one with one of the GoW, Andreas Lasiewicz.
Andreas Lasiewicz vs. Alex Jones
It’s been over four months since these two faced each other at the Frontline iPPV, but the match has clearly been on Alex Jones’ mind as the minute the bell rings he charges at Lasiewicz and nails him with a vicious flying forearm, sending the Silver Eagle reeling against the turnbuckle. Without hesitating Jones irish whips Andreas into the opposite corner and charges after him, but showing that ring awareness that has led him to so much success Lasiewicz spins out of the way, causing Jones to crash into the turnbuckles chest first, the momentum sending him backwards, crashing hard into the mat.
Still somewhat dazed, Lasiewicz nevertheless makes to capitalize, stomping on Jones’ left leg repeatedly, aiming to slow down the high flyer. As the fog clears a bit more, Andreas pulls Alex to his feet and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound for a spinebuster but somehow Jones is able to hook Lasiewicz’ head and grapevine his body, cinching in a chancery guillotine! Caught off guard Lasiewicz falls to his knees, but the changed angle gives the technical expert a chance to push Alex’s legs apart enough to slide free of the grapevine and whizzer free of the choke. The two scramble to their feet, but without even taking a moment to size each other up they just start trading strikes, forearms from Lasiewicz and nasty stinging kicks from Jones. These two are just stiffing each other, and the crowd audibly groans as Jones is sent reeling by a particularly hard shot by Lasiewicz, but Jones returns the favour with a vicious clothesline that sends Andreas to the mat, which Alex follows up with a cover and a two count before Lasiewicz gets a shoulder up.
Jones doesn’t let the lack of a three count deter him however, and he pulls Andreas up to his feet and whips him into a corner, barely hesitating this time as he follows after him. Instead of going for a direct charge however, Alex instead veers to the ropes and springboards off of them and nails Lasiewicz right in the mush with a picture perfect dropkick, sending him flying out of the ring, amidst cheers from the crowd.
Those cheers get even louder as Jones crouches down, watching Lasiewicz slowly get back to his feet. The minute Andreas is upright, Alex charges forwards and dives over the ropes with a somersault plancha, landing flush with Lasiewicz and driving him to the ground, but also sending Jones crashing into the guardrail which leaves him winded. The crowd doesn’t care however, as the cheer their appreciation for the high-risk move.
After a while Jones gets back to his feet and rolls Lasiewicz back into the ring, but instead of following him directly he climbs up the turnbuckle and signals for a Spiral Tap. The crowd cheers their appreciation and feeding of the energy Alex takes flight, but this time the high risk move costs him as Andreas gets his knees up and Alex meets nothing but bone and he writhes on the mat in pain while Lasiewicz laughs and goes for a pin.
1!
2!
Jones kicks out, although it’s clear his back is in a lot of pain, and Andreas is happy to take advantage of it, pulling Alex to his feet and delivering a german suplex, but instead of bridging for another pin attempt he maintains the waistlock and goes for another, and finally a third. On the third suplex he finally bridges, and the ref goes for the count.
1!
2!
NO! Jones somehow kicks out, and Andreas is visibly stunned for a second, looking at Jones with a measure of respect at the young man’s tenacity. Nevertheless Lasiewicz’ gameface returns and he pulls Jones back to his feet again and hooks in a very tight abdominal stretch right in the middle of the ring. Alex’s face is a mask of agony, his injured back getting torqued badly by Andreas’ hold, but every time the ref asks for a verbal submission Jones shakes his head, refusing to quit. Andreas maintains the hold however, pulling on Alex’s arm even tighter, but the changed angle gives Alex an opening and he slams a boot down on Lasiewicz’ foot, causing Andreas to loosen his grip, giving the American Nightmare the slack to break free of the hold and flip backwards, nailing Lasiewicz in the head with a Pele kick! Both wrestlers fall to the mat, and the ref begins a 10 count.
At around 6, Jones finally stirs, crawling over to the rops and using them for leverage to get back to his feet. By this point Lasiewicz is up as well, albeit wobbly and clearly disoriented from that kick to the face. The two stumble towards each other and Jones hits Andreas with a stinging knife-edge chop. Lasiewicz returns with one of his own. Now Alex. Now Andreas. Soon both men’s chests are bright red, but neither is backing down, a fact Jones seems to realize first as the next time Andreas hits him with a chop he simply steps forward and levels Lasiewicz with a clothesline. Not pausing for a minute he grabs Andreas by arm and pulls him up to a crouched position and gets into position for the AJ Lock, but Lasewicz is able to rotate his arm and drive it up between Alex’s legs in a low blow, stopping him from applying the submission hold, but giving Andreas the opportunity to lift him up into an Argentine backbreaker and transition it into a reverse DDT, the Unforgettable Fire! Andreas rolls onto the prone form of Jones, and it’s academic at this point.
1!
2!
3!!!
Here’s your winner, Andreas Lasiewicz!!
A thunderous win for Lasie as the Godfathers of Wrestling continue to have a good night here in Southampton. Jones will be disappointed after that result, he was really hoping to take the win and climb back to the top of the ladder here in FRONTIER but instead it’s Lasiewicz that takes a step closer to a possible GFC Championship match.
Ok, it’s time for the main event of the evening, Alexia Brandt challenges Madman Szalinski for the GFC Commonwealth Championship… or the UnCommonwealth Championship as Madman’s taken to calling it. But before we take you to the ring, Alexia had a visitor in her locker room just prior to the match…
— VIDEO —
(( As Alexia Brandt is shown tying her right boot, a loud nose quickly causes her to jump up from her chair. The Third Wave Threat turns to the doorway and rolls her eyes at the sight of the unwanted visitor. Into the picture walks Chandler Scott with the GFC World Heavyweight Championship glistening across his shoulder. After eyeing Alexia up and down, Chandler flashes a smirk. ))
Chandler: Why Hello there
Alexia: What the hell do you want, Scott?
Chandler: Hold on, hold on. Relax, Alexia. I come in peace. (Chandler flashes the peace sign) Honest!
((Alexia glowers at Chandler, not responding but at the same time not indicating for him to leave. Finally after a moment of awkward silence Chandler lowers his hand and speaks.))
Chandler: Look I know you’ve got a big match tonight. Madman Szalinski. GFC Commonwealth Championship. You’ve got a lot on your plate. And I don’t mean to be a burden. But things are about to get intense around here. You saw what I had to say earlier tonight. I’m through with FGA! I’ve done nothing but carry that company on my back. I’ve given my all to that company. Yet time and time again, they screw me over. Time and time again, they refuse to give me the respect that I deserve. Instead, they placate and pamper hacks like Kevin Hardaway. And with FRONTIER vs FGA 2 coming up, pwF needs people that are willing to fight the good fight. We need people that are willing to fly the flag. What this company needs… is you.
Alexia: FRONTIER already has me, Scott. So does FGA.
Chandler: I know you moonlight over there. But let’s be honest here. You were in FRONTIER first. That means that this company gets first dibs. So when the battle lines are drawn and FRONTIER makes its presence felt, I need you. WE need you.
((Alexia sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.))
Alexia: I really don’t need this Alpha Male crap right now.
Chandler: Hey, I totally understand. You’ve got a championship opportunity tonight. I’m not pressuring you into making a decision at this very moment. Take all the time that you need. But the sooner the better. And Alexia, make the right decision. Because if you don’t? Well, let’s just hope that things don’t ever have to come to the alternative, okay? You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. It would be a shame for it to end up getting knocked off.
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Chandler is trying to stir up some support in his crusade against the FGA, but Alexia didn’t seem keen. Mind you it wasn’t the best timing from the champ, right before here big title shot. Speaking of which, let’s check out the action from our main event!
Commonwealth Championship: Madman Szalinski ©vs. Alexia Brandt
“The following contest is for the GFC Commonwealth Championship!”
The fans explode at hearing this announcement…or we thought they did, until “Fight Like a Girl” by Emilie Autumn began to play. At the top of the rampway towards the ring stands Alexia Brandt.
“Introducing first, the challenger…from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…the Third Wave Threat, Alexia Brandt!”
Many of the fans in attendance give her very vocal support as she makes her way down to ringside. Hands are slapped as far as Alexia can reach them. At the corner of the ring, Alexia leaps onto the apron, then over the ropes with the greatest of ease. Bouncing off each opposite set of ropes a couple of times, her music dies down to silence, with a mild murmur from the fans. Alexia goes to the corner, squatting down low while grabbing onto the top rope, glancing towards the aisle when “Dr. Wily Part One” by the NESkimos begins to play.
“And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by Ariel Shadows…from The Fire Fields, he is the GFC Commonwealth Champion…The Human Anomaly…Madman Szalinski!”
Stepping through the curtain to an ocean of cheers, Madman Szalinski holds out his GFC UnCommonwealth Championship (using the custom plates he debuted earlier in the week) over his face, while Ariel stands alongside him. Dropping the belt down, he and Ariel nod at each other before tearing up the ramp, slapping a few hands before both sliding into the ring. Madman gets to his feet, climbing to the second turnbuckle and again holding up the championship belt directly in front of his face. Madman steps down from the turnbuckles, removing his leather jacket and handing the belt over to the referee. The couple and Alexia exchange glances, most of them friendly. Ariel even gives a slight wink to Alexia. Szalinski whispers something in Ariel’s ear, which gets him a confused glare. Ariel exits the ring as the match is about to start.
The bell strikes, and the first round is underway. Alexia and Madman mirror one another as they circle slowly. Once they actually lock up, keeping up is a miracle for the fans in attendance. Even the fans in the front rows are unable to keep up with the moves in the ring. Madman focuses on using the arm ringer as a set-up for other maneuvers, such as his fireman’s carry (that Alexia lands on her feet) or even, at one point, a headscissor takedown (which Alexia also rolls through and lands on her feet.) Alexia is able to free herself from many of Madman’s grasps by simply kicking at his hands to break free, or using her acrobatic skills (for example, cartwheeling out of an arm ringer), although at one point she was forced to break out of a hiptoss by stepping around and dropping Szalinski with an arm drag (which Madman rolls back through, doing a headstand briefly before getting back to his feet.) A highlight of the round was when Szalinski applied an arm ringer, then turned Alexia around into a hammerlock. Alexia reverses this quickly into a hammerlock of her own, then bringing Szalinski around into a front face lock. Szalinski lifts her up, pushes her back, and monkey flips her over his head (all in the span of five seconds.) Notably, Madman does not throw a solitary strike throughout the round. The round ends as both are sent reeling when Alexia runs off the ropes and leaps high into the air to attempt a hurricanrana. Madman rolls through completely, pulling at Brandt’s legs and turning her over into a Texas cloverleaf, the round ending before he can cinch the hold in. In a surprise move, Madman lightly slaps Alexia on the rear and yells out “GOOD GAME!” on his way back to the corner.
Alexia shows little reaction beond smiling to herself and shaking her head, warming up for the second round. Ariel and Madman are discussing something in the corner, Ariel pointing to Alexia with a grin of her own. Whatever she says to Szalinski emits a laugh under the mask. The second round is no laughing matter, as Madman comes in to have his legs kicked right out from under him. Alexia drops him quickly with a senton splash, then bounces off the ropes to deliver another one. Szalinski rolls over onto his stomach, arching his back over. Alexia then returns the slap to the backside, yelling out “GOOD GAME!” (prompting him to roll over again) before leaping high into the air, drawing loud cheering as she hits a standing Shooting Star Press onto Madman’s now exposed stomach. The only person in the building not cheering is Szalinski, who holds onto his midsection and wriggles to the corner, yelling cursewords. As Szalinski gets to his feet Alexia runs at him, full speed, and drives him back into the corner with a flying crossbody. Bouncing away, Alexia quickly goes to the opposite turnbuckles, and flies out with a second flying body press. This one sends both competitors over the ropes and onto the floor, where the twenty count begins. Madman can be heard saying “you happy now? I think I landed on my nuts!” Many of the audience gets a laugh, but Alexia simply fights her way onto the apron, and into the ring, before the count of twelve. Szalinski requires a count of sixteen before he is able to return to the ring, limping slightly to indicate the groin trauma was legit. Alexia awaits for Madman to walk away from the ropes, and plants him with a quick snap DDT. Madman rolls over and gets to all fours at five, standing quickly and avoiding a jumping kick from Alexia. The bell rings to end the round just as Madman raises an open palm, preparing to strike Alexia in the face. As the two stare one another down, Madman points a finger in her face and says “close…” before walking past her into his corner. Alexia shows no fear, even mouthing something partially unintelligible (most people only picking up the “just try it and see what happens”.)
As the third round begins, Szalinski changes his strategy slightly, opting instead to attempt a slam onto Alexia Brandt. Using her speed, Alexia escapes a Thai clinch and a rear waistlock. With frustration on his face, Szalinski snatches Alexia out of the air when she runs at him with a high knee lift. Executing a fisherman’s Northern lights suplex of sorts, Madman launches Alexia over his head and onto the mat. Falling back with her, Szalinski rolls backwards to her legs, and again attempts to lock in a Texas cloverleaf. Before he can roll Alexia over, he is pulled down into an inside cradle. The crowd counts anxiously, but the count is only a two. Szalinski has been unable to get much of an advantage thus far, and is starting to finally show his frustration. Alexia shoves at Madman to back him away, and is met with a very loud open hand to the cheek. The half second of shock from the strike opens Alexia up to be hit with a shoulder to the gut, from which Szalinski deadlifts Brandt onto his shoulder and drives her back with a waterwheel suplex. Not waiting, Szalinski pulls Alexia up by her head. He grasps her head, clamping it down with the Deathtrap. However, each time he attempts to throw a leg in to cinch the leg scissors, Alexia is able to block it. Alexia attempts to rub her fist into the side of Madman’s jaw to break his grip, but Szalinski unrelents. Finally, a wide swinging punch breaks the hold – and draws twice the “ooh” that Madman’s slap earlier had. Szalinski falls deadweight to the canvas. Alexia backs up a few steps into the corner, holding at her neck and jaw. The ref begins his count, Madman’s eyes wide open as he lays prone on the canvas. Alexia rubs her knuckles a bit, waiting for Szalinski to move. Szalinski sits up at seven, a trickle of blood seen in the corner of his mask’s mouthhole. Szalinski stands up, and the bell rings just as Alexia takes one step towards him. Both back away into their corners keeping their eyes on one another.
Round number four is starting. Szalinski and Brandt look beaten, but not worn out. A loud chant of “FRONTIER! FRONTIER!” echoes through the building, which seems to pump up both crowd favorites. Szalinski begins to even hop around the ring a bit, circling Alexia. The crowd goes insane as Alexia throws a pair of high kicks Madman’s direction, the current champion deflecting both. A spinning backhand connects, and is followed with a spinning back kick. That kick picks Szalinski’s feet up off the canvas, and sends the rest of him onto the mat. Madman does not stay down for long, getting to his feet quickly. Brandt comes in for another kick – and that is when Madman keeps true to his name. Slapping the kick away, Madman thrusts a palm to Alexia’s face….and another one…and another one…seemingly slapping her over and over with only his right hand, Madman backs Alexia away with the flurry of open hands. An occasional left accompanies the flurry of right hand strikes, until Szalinski attempts a high kick of his own. Alexia, reeling, is able to duck this. She attempts a kick of her own, which is also ducked. Both competitors then leap into the air, attempting jumping shin kicks to the other’s heads. Both connect with nothing but skull, and both crash to the canvas, almost together. The referee can only kneel beside the pile and begin his count. Eight is the first count at which either competitor shows signs of life….until nine, when both kip up almost simultaneously! The crowd is on fire, and both have to take a moment before re-engaging into action to acknowledge the deafening cheers and stomps through the building.
“THIS IS FRONTIER!” clap clap clapclapclap “THIS IS FRONTIER!” *clap clap clapclapclap”
Madman briefly takes his focus from Alexia, turning to the ropes and yelling out to the fans “I LOVE YOU TOO BUT LET US GET TO THE FINISH!” Alexia does not take advantage, but her eyes remain on Szalinski, who turns back towards her. “Now what?” Szalinski stretches out his arms. Alexia prepares to strike him, but Madman does not back down or even flinch. The rounds ends with Madman wearily holding his arms out, and Alexia tentatively scoping him out for the killshot. “Win or lose, bitch, you got some balls.” Madman’s words echo to Alexia in the center of the ring, as Madman backs into his corner and slumps over, beginning to show wear for the first time in the match. Alexia goes to her corner as well, looking weary herself.
The fifth round begins and the two step out from their respective corners. The crowd are chanting wildly and they both take a second to let that soak in. Madman then hooks up with his challenger, who blocks a suplex attempt and slips round the back for a German Suplex, but she struggles to get Madman up so switches things up and takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. Szalinski seems to have landed awkwardly and he holds his back as he lays on the canvas, Alexia heads to the top rope and goes for a moonsault, but Madman rolls out of the way. Alexia notices in time and lands on her feet, flicking out a heel and connecting on Madman’s forehead. She pulls him to his feet, 51% (Single Knee Facebreaker)!! She makes a cover…. and Madman kicks out at what must have been 2.9999!
Brandt can’t quite believe it, she almost won the title there. Madman looks over at Ariel with a look that says “shit, that was close” as he gets back to a knee. Ariel charges and looks like trying a knee lift, but Madman moves like lightning to grab her and nail the Scoopstone! A cover, 1…2…3!!!
Here’s your winner and STILL GFC Commonwealth Champion, Madman Szalinski!!
Szalinski is handed his UnCommonwealth Championship and he clutches it close to his chest. Across the ring from him Alexia Brandt is holding her head and looking on. Madman notices and goes over to her, offering his hand. The two shake hands and Madman can be heard saying “Fight like a girl? Fuck that, you fight like a champ!” Alexia smiles and slaps Madman on the shoulder before rolling out of the ring and leaving the champ to celebrate with Ariel.
Classy moment from both competitors there, a great advertisement for Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER!
But that classiness almost faded away as when Alexia reached the curtain she was met by Chandler Scott, who just stood there and clapped at her and nodded in approval. She shook her head and brushed past him on the way out of the arena.
Well that draws to a close our second anniversary show, which was an absolute classic. I can’t wait to see where FRONTIER goes from here, what will happen in August as we go head to head with FGA once again? What the hell is Gambino doing tearing up his contract? So many other questions and possibilities over the next few months, make sure you join us on the journey into our third year!