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.