FRONTIER returned to Belfast, Northern Ireland this weekend. But with the GFC Champions conspicuously absent, would FRONTIER be able to still put on a great show?
Well that’s what we’re about to find out, folks. Bobby Belter here with the review, as always. I think FRONTIER’s time in the emerald isle, both north and south of the border, has been a great success. And this time out we get a first look at some new female stars, a fierce rivalry draws to a close, one of our co-owners has some words for our champions… and one of those champions has a few words back! But we start with some words from another member of the Dirty Dozen…
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Veronique stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand as she begins to address the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, fans of Pro Wrestling FRONTIER, to say I stand before you today with mixed emotions would be a bit of an understatement.”
Veronique looks down the lens of the camera as she smiles slightly, flicking her long red hair to one side.
“I get my first match representing the Dirty Dozen, which is all kinds of exciting. But I have to step into the ring with a complete psycho, which is a little… intimidating to say the least. An opponent who wants to eat my flesh? I gotta say, that’s a first.”
“And let me tell you, I don’t come across many firsts any more. I may be seen as a lowly enhancement talent wrestler to many of you, but I’ve had a long and successful career and wrestled all over the world. I’ve won titles in almost every promotion I’ve stepped foot into…”
She pauses for a moment, cocks her head to one side and sighs through a smile.
“…the less said about SIMCOE the better.”
There’s a small chuckle from a few people in the crowd who are familiar with Veronique’s career. She smiles and shakes her head as she walks around the ring a bit.
“I’ve wrestled all over Europe, in my native France and in Cyprus mainly, but this was before my memory loss… which is a whole other story! Once I got back on my feet I made a name for myself in the US, winning the W4F Television Title, the ACW Tag-Team & World Titles, the MWA Heritage Title…”
She stops, realising now is not the time to list her accomplishments in detail.
“But here in FRONTIER I’ve been one of the few to be held back, dying for a proper chance. And now I’m finally getting it! Two weeks ago you all saw what The Betamax Kid is capable of when he’s let off his leash…”
A small ‘BETA-MAX, BETA-MAX” chant breaks out on one side of the building, which brings a smile to Veronique’s face.
“Well, tonight you get to see the same from me. This cannibal demon bitch can try all she likes to eat me, but when I slap the teeth right out of Miss Chavez’ mouth she’s gonna find it a little difficult!”
Before she can continue she’s cut off by music and lights as Arcadia Chavez appears, ready to begin the match.
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Here we go, our first match of the night. And what an interesting clash it seemed to be coming into this one. Arcadia Chavez, who appears to be mentally unstable and with a thirst for blood; and facing her, Veronique, another former enhancement wrestler who is now getting a chance thanks to Tim Worthington.
Arcadia Chavez vs. Veronique
The bell sounds to start the first match of the night and Chavez instantly charges for Veronique, connecting with a clothesline which catches her opponent off guard. Arcadia takes full advantage as she follows up with a suplex, a side slam and a backbreaker in quick succession… it’s like she’s trying to tenderise Veronique!
The Frenchwoman rolls out of the ring to regain her breath and this gets her back to an even keel. When Veronique rolls back into the ring the two lock up, and Veronique takes advantage this time. A floatover neckbreaker leads to a standing moonsault, but this only gets her a one count. The two get back to their feet and Chavez looks like she’s going to try a DDT, but Veronique manages to but a stop to that and reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex.
She allows Arcadia to get back to her feet, but when she does she appears to be really scared, looking around like she’s not sure where she is. Veronique looks confused, but spots an opportunity to try and end the match with Total Recall (Hurricanrana into an El Paso leglock) but Chavez shifts and powerbombs Veronique hard to the canvas. Suddenly Arcadia is smiling a wicked smile and licking her lips. She picks Veronique up… DEATH BLOW (Wheelbarrow DDT)!! And that’s not enough for Chavez… SAMAEL SONG (Guillotine Choke)!! And Veronique taps like hell!
The referee calls for the bell, but Arcadia doesn’t let go of her opponent… or victim if you will… and the ref has to pretty much pull Arcadia off of her.
Your winner, Arcadia Chavez!
Well, I hate to say it, but that really was an “enhancement talent” style performance from Veronique. She’ll be bitterly disappointed not to have done better here tonight. But, hey, that’s the nature of this Dirty Dozen deal; some of these guys are going to grab their opportunity with both hands and some are going to falter. But I know this girl, she’s going to want to bounce back as soon as possible.
On the other hand, Chavez was impressive, and Veronique was wise to roll out of the ring and get out of there sharpish after the match. Arcadia was riled up and in the mood for flesh. The rest of the roster better watch out!
Time now for our handicap match as D.C. Wiland takes on the team of Nigel Kensington III and Rupert Royston-Fellowes.
D.C. Wiland vs. Best of British
The lengthy feud between D.C. Wiland and Best of British ended last time with the moneyed duo standing tall after a handicap match victory – albeit with the help of a low blow. Wiland has been granted a second chance here, and he’s clearly watching out for chicanery.
Of course, even when things are otherwise fair, 2-on-3 is bad odds for anyone and Best of British make the most of it, keeping D.C. off kilter for much of the early going. D.C. manages to rally a few times, but whichever of Nigel or Rupert is fresher is always alert to make the save, provide distraction or even just call advice. They don’t even bother trying to pin. Using rapid tags, the BoB boys hustle Wiland towards their corner, and Nigel powers him against the buckles with a hard upright spinebuster. He tags Rupert, whose eyes gleam in satisfaction as he chokes Wiland with his boot.
The pair tag in and out quickly, demolishing Deez with a combination of strikes and power grapples. Despite his controversial personality, then fans are firmly behind Wiland here, and they erupt as from out of nowhere he finds a Chocolate Flavour DDT on Nigel! Rupert charges through the ropes, but D.C. propels him to the other side. On the rebound, D.C. looks for a clothesline, but Royston-Fellowes ducks it and downs Deez on the next pass with a powerslam. The ref threatens Rupert but he ignores him, rouses his partner, then whips D.C. towards the ropes again. As Wiland bounces back towards them, the pair nail a double superkick. NK3 locks in a Boston crab, almost snapping Wiland’s spine in two, and Rupert jumps up and delivers a knee drop to the back of D.C.’s head with huge elevation.
The ref finally manages to get Rupert out, then turns to count as Nigel rolls Wiland over for the cover. One… two… thr… kickout! NK3 hauls D.C. up, but D.C. pushes them apart. Nigel goes to grab Wiland and Wiland ducks behind him, and finds a lungblower! Deez is obviously still dazed though, as the GHW Tag Team Champion begins crawling towards his corner in search of Declan Black – who of course is not here on the apron stretching for a tag, but an ocean away, recovering from Alex Zion’s recent brutal assault. As reality kicks in, D.C. bows his head, and Nigel quickly stomps on his spine.
Nigel drags Wiland back to Best of British’s corner and tags out to Rupert, who steps the assault right back up. And before long they have total control again. This time they go for a few cover attempts, but D.C. manages to kick out of them. He doesn’t do much else though, the numbers game clearly taking its toll now. It can only be a matter of time… wait… Deez with a rollup! One… two… Rupert powers out.
Deez jumps up and slams Rupes to the mat, and pins him again. Nigel charges in and, in a replay of last week, Wiland moves aside. But Nigel pulls the elbow drop short so he doesn’t hit Rupert. D.C. kicks Nigel away, but gets immediately rolled up by Rupert. One… two… kickout! Rupert starts wailing on Wiland, who hunkers down trying to protect himself.
The referee pulls Rupert away and warns him about closed fists. Rupert does not look happy, and threatens to have the referee fired! The referee stands his ground. Before the exchange goes any further, D.C. grabs Rupert and shoves him towards Nigel! The Best of British have a meeting of minds, and as the ref checks on Nigel who fell to ringside, Wiland nails Rupert with a low blow! The fans don’t seem to mind it too much, though! Deez pulls Rupert up back-to-back spins, and nails his patented lariat, The Sabre. Nigel starts to climb under bottom rope but D.C. slide-kicks him into the guardrail, then quickly scrabbles over Rupert for the cover. One… two… THREE!
Your winner, D.C. Wiland!
An impressive win for Wiland, taking on two men and getting the win! After the match he celebrated all the way back up the entrance ramp as Nigel and Rupert looked on in disgust.
Before we had our next match of the night we had someone who wanted to say a few words to the GFC Champions…
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An unexpecting crowd is stunned at the sound of “Dr. Wily Part One” in the PA system. Madman Szalinski, in a plain blue lucha mask and FRONTIER long sleeve T-shirt, comes down the aisle swiftly and slaps as many hands as possible before sliding into the ring, politely asking for a microphone.
Madman: What’s up, show’s not been that bad so far has it?
A loud cheer and mixed laugh echoes in the building.
Madman: Well, I’ll make this quick because they got toffee on sale at the stands and I want in on that. I’m here to let everybody know that I’m here with one thing in mind, and that’s what is best for FRONTIER. This company, that has such die hard fans that not even FGA running a damn iPPV right across the way on the same night can stop y’all from packing this building!
The crowd gives themselves a loud ovation, with even Madman bowing to them.
Madman: You guys deserve the best. And you’re going to get it. Who is the best, but a champion?
The crowd begins to turn on Madman, booing at the thought of their champions.
Madman: I know, I don’t like it either. But I’m going to tell you all something right here and right now. FRONTIER’s champions are what’s best for business, because those belts are the pinnacle of what this company stands for! God as my witness, those belts will NOT be tarnished – not now and not ever. I want my champions to listen to me very closely. I know that none of them are here tonight..
The crowd boos even more, and Madman actually eggs them on.
Madman: Don’t throw anything yet until I move out of the way. But yes, boo the fact that your champions refuse to stand up and represent this company. Please let them know how you feel. And let them know that no matter what’s said on Twitter or who’s signing their paychecks, they WILL be coming back here and they WILL be earning the right to keep those championship belts! Let those damn cowards know that they can NOT run…because like I’ve said before…IT IS MY BUSINESS.
Madman returns the microphone to Bobby Belter, then exits the ring to look around at the fans. He receives approval from many, and thanks them on his way back through the curtain.
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Well I have to say, good one you boss! It’s about time that the Champions of this company came back and represented FRONTIER like true champs! Now let’s head to another video of something that went down backstage while Madman was busy addressing the crowd.
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We’re backstage in a miscellaneous corridor. Laurel Anne Hardy is sitting at a table wrapped in a long gold dressing gown (Laurel’s in the dressing gown, that is, not the table!) with her hair pinned back. A large makeup mirror is propped against the wall and before it lie various tubs, tubes, brushes, sponges. She squeezes a big handful of white cream facepaint from a tube and starts rubbing it into her face. She’s singing to herself softly, mumbling as she’s trying not to move her mouth too much.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Howling ghosts they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear…
Another figure walks past – none other than D.C. Wiland. The GrindHouse Wrestling Tag Team Champion is already dressed in his street clothes, perhaps looking to escape the venue very shortly after his match. Laurel smirks ironically as she notices him.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Congratulations. Guess you taught those two a lesson. Nice to see that for all feminism’s advances there are still guys who can’t let women sort shit out for themselves. Weeks now you’ve been punishing Rupert an’ Nigel… does Yasmin even still care about that old insult? Or remember? Are you really fightin’ for her honour… or your own?
Deez shakes his head, visibly annoyed by Laurel’s words.
D.C. Wiland: Look, Princess Mononoke, it doesn’t even matter now, okay? Did I want to look like a pussy for not stepping up for my girlfriend? Nah. So I stepped up, kicked those two motherfuckers out of the building, and now I’m off to greener fields. I don’t care if anyone even remembers what started this beef between me and those two. And you shouldn’t either. You have a guy that can be the next GFC World Champion in matter of months, so if I were you, I would set my sights on that. Or may I quote La Coka Nostra… Mind Yo Business.
Wiland leaves the scene. Laurel mutters to herself.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Mind my own business… damn right I mind my business, an’ I decide what’s my business…
And she starts singing again as she continues applying her makeup.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You’re the king and I’m the lionheart…
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An interesting exchange between those two. And soon after that Laurel was ready for here match… a match between two great welsh stars. And it’s not often you get to say that in this business!
Michael Hopkins vs. Laurel Anne Hardy
Up next, a fight between two big fan favourites here in FRONTIER. Michael Hopkins and Laurel Anne Hardy had plenty of praise for each other, but this match has another dimension to it – they’re fighting to see who truly is FRONTIER’s ‘Welsh Dragon’! On that theme, Laurel is wearing different ring attire for this match: a scaled bodysuit with long tassels and fabric wings, a huge frilled headdress, and draconic facepaint – all in green and red with white details.
She starts the match with some capoiera dancing, letting the long tassels on her outfit fly around gayly. Michael goes for a strike and she dances under it; he goes for a grapple and she grabs his arms, spins him into a double wristlock and uses that to pull him down a little, then backrolls over him and catches him with a hook kick to the jaw – all in the space of about a second. She takes a deep bow for the impressed fans – until she’s thrown high in the air with a dragon suplex! As Hardy lands upside down, Michael hits the ropes and connects with a sliding dropkick to her head.
Michael’s experience and skill let him take control of the match, but Laurel’s not making it easy as her resilience and agility help her make several unlikely escapes. Hopkins, visibly energised by the thrilled crowd, steps up and matches her pace with some incredible high-risk attacks we don’t normally see from the big man in such a concentrated form. A jumping Samoan drop nets him a two-count, but Hardy pushes out of the following Dim Dianc triangle choke attempt. She runs the ropes and leaps at him, but he finds a monkey flip, sending her high into the air with her tassels streaming. With amazing dexterity, she lands on the top turnbuckle and phoenixes out – but Michael scouts it and catches her with a midair lungblower! One… two… three… NO! But talk about close.
He lifts her onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up after her, calling for a high vertical superplex. As her has her in the air, she twists around and drops behind him, looking for a lungblower of her own – straightjacket this time – but Michael leans forward with all his weight, and she can’t get him down. So she drops to the mat, bounces to the top rope, and catches him with an enzuigiri that sends him stumbling against the ropes. She moonsaults out to ringside and catches him with a neck snap over the top rope as she sails down, then runs the guardrail and leaps over looking for a strike of some kind, but Hopkins finds the shoulder block. Although still groggy from the enzuigiri, he wastes no time in hitting the far side and wiping out Hardy with a suicide dive!
Both are down for a time. Finally, Michael stirs and slowly rolls Laurel into the ring, just beating the count. He covers… kickout from Hardy just in time. They both get back to their feet gradually, but as the fighting starts again, the pace quickly picks up. Neither can take extended control and they trade big moves back and forth. I spott a lot more dragon-themed moves in the mix here – a few dragon whips from Hopkins, a very close dragonrana from Hardy, a dragon sleeper from Hopkins which almost nets a submission, and then the rope-hung ‘bite of the dragon’ sleeper variant from Hardy! Maybe I missed even more; either way, Hopkins and Hardy clearly have a game of one-upmanship going there.
Things steadily turn in Michael’s favour, and although Laurel is showing her resilience, she’s struggling to find any opening to retaliate. Her break comes when she counters an Irish whip by bouncing off the ropes into a leaping leg lariat to drop Michael to one knee, then spins into a swinging basement cravat neckbreaker. She gets a two count from that, and indicates she’s going up top for her Stronger Than Dirt elbow drop. But Michael catches her with a huge dropkick, leaving her straddling across the buckle! He slams her into the middle of the ring with an inverted suplex, then gears up for the superman punch… Laurel blocks it! She blocks with a labai, kicks his head off, and takes him with down a pinning variant of the roundoff backflip headscissors throw she calls L.A.H.O.O.Q. – but Michael powers out at two point five!
Both competitors fall back, exhausted by this long match. Slowly they pull themselves up, in opposite corners. Their eyes meet for a second, both still showing respectful but determined competition, and charge towards each other. They have the same idea, and both drop into a spear! Their heads collide with each other’s shoulders, and they both fall back in pain. A few seconds later, Hardy’s the first to rise, and she again climbs the corner looking for the Stronger Than Dirt. This time she’s uninterrupted, and leaps down… Michael kips up and catches her, and uses their combined momentum to backflip into a C4! The crowd goes insane. Again, both competitors are down, but after a few seconds Michaels crawls across Laurel’s body. One… two… three… KICKOUT!
Michael signifies that it’s the end, and tosses Hardy over to the corner. He lifts her up and calls for an avalanche C4. As he steadies himself though, Laurel starts popping him with knuckle jabs. His grip loosens, and she catches him with an uppercut, and she quickly stuffs his head between her legs before folding his arms under his chest. Top rope Flower Plower Mk.III coming up!
No! Michael senses it coming and sandbags, and backdrops Laurel overhead to the canvas – or not! She controls her fall and tears him from the corner in a sunset flip powerbomb, although it’s really more of a throw than a bomb. She hops back to the top turnbuckle while Michael backrolls to his feet, and the two Welsh stars stare at each other with slight smiles, each daring the other to be the one to move first.
Laurel, it turns out, is the first to move – as she’s pushed from the top ropes by someone from outside the ring! She crashes headfirst into the guardrail. The interloper grabs her hair and slams her into it again, busting her open. It’s been hard to see who it is, but the camera finally gets us a good look at the face of D.C. Wiland as he yells at Hardy to mind her own business!
Wiland backs away from Hardy looking pleased with himself – until he eats a suicide dive from Michael Hopkins! Deez looks like he’s thinking about retaliating, but instead just sneers derisively at Michael and slowly backs up towards the entrance, satisfied with himself as Michael helps Laurel into the ring.
Laurel smiles through her facepaint, the green now stained red, and she and Michael shake hands – then lean in close and remind each other that this Welsh Dragon question isn’t settled. Nonetheless, they raise each other’s arms high in the air to the roaring approval of the audience.
Your winner, by way of disqualification; Laurel Anne Hardy!
What a cracking match that was! A great show from both competitors, it really was a shame it ended the way it did. I have a feeling that this Welsh Dragon question will rumble on for a while longer. And surely Laurel will have a few more words for Wiland after that interference?
Now, only one big match left tonight. But before we bring you that one, let’s head back to the ring and some words from the GFC Commonwealth Champion!
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We cut to the ring. The reigning GFC Commonwealth Champion and adorable cheerleader (just ask her if you don’t believe her) stands in the ring in the same crimson and white Harvard cheerleading uniform, left over from when she tag teamed with Chandler Scott. The GFC Commonwealth title belt is draped over her right shoulder.
“Hellllloooooooo Belfast!”
She pumps her fists trying to get the crowd worked up.
“BEL-FAST! BEL-FAST BELLLLLLL-FAST! WHOO!”
Her attempts at a cheap pop work, to a degree, as she does get a decent cheer from the audience. Some of them even mimic her Belfast chant. All good cheerleaders know how to get a cheer going, right?
“Alright, now calm down guys! Your undefeated cheerleader extraordinaire GFC Commonwealth Champion has something she’d like to say!”
She holds up eight fingers.
“For eight months I have been undefeated here in FRONTIER. For eight months I have mowed through the competition, defeating all comers on my way to becoming the GFC Commonwealth Champion. I even did what few would do; I ran a gauntlet of three individuals, beating them all in the same damn night with no rest periods! Only one individual ever came close to putting me down for the count and that person is Evangelista. Other than that, I haven’t been stopped. I would expect at least some respect from the rest of my peers but I get none.”
She shrugs her shoulders.
“But hey, that’s fine by me! Show me no respect. Underestimate me. Continue to look past me. Hell, Szalinski didn’t notice I was even here tonight! But everyone will learn sooner or later that you cannot look past FRONTIER’s sexiest cheerleader. And soon, very soon, everyone will be FORCED to respect me whether they want to or not, because before this year is out I promise that I will become the GFC World Champion. And that’s not all…”
She taps the title belt.
“I am not about to let this baby be forgotten. I have been a great champion and yet all I hear from certain masked individuals is excuses about how I won it, as if I wanted help. I never needed any help from anyone. So Madman, CJ Osborne, I hope to hell one of you is listening because my request now is unprecedented in the annals of professional wrestling. Beginning with my next GFC Commonwealth Championship match, if I retain the title I want the title to be up for grabs in every match I am in. If I get pinned or made to tap out in ANY MATCH AT ALL that individual should be champion. Every match! It doesn’t matter! Hell, even tag team matches, even though they can’t be contested under commonwealth rules, if someone manages to pin or make the champion submit that person should be awarded my title. That’s what I want…”
She drops the mic and walks off.
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Well holy-balls, what a statement from Summer Collins! She wants the GFC Commonwealth Championship to be on the line in every match she has!? It’ll be interesting to see if management agree to that. I guess we’ll get word on that before the next show.
Now, let’s get to tonight’s main event of the evening!!
Graham Clauson vs. Jay Pride
Graham Clauson was first to enter the ring, but notably did not slap very many hands when he went there…actually, he didn’t slap any hands at all. The fans were a bit disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm towards them, but still cheered anyway when his name was announced. When Jay Pride entered second, he gave the fans back just as much love as they gave him, and the place was ready to come down when he got eye-to-eye with Graham Clauson, who didn’t even look Jay in the eye as he accepted a handshake.
We got started and right away, Graham’s lethargic demeanor set Jay off of his game. A pair of side headlocks ended the same, Graham sent Jay off the ropes and no-sold both shoulder blocks. On a third time, Jay opted to instead reverse the Irish whip and send Graham across the ring. Graham’s shoulder block was more of a shove, and Jay had no choice but to step back. He came back and locked horns, using a leg trip to hiptoss Graham over. Graham made little effort to do more than push his way out of the side headlock and roll to all fours, getting back up as Jay spins around to his own two feet. Jay ties up with Graham once again, and pushes him back into the corner. A clean break is called for. Jay backs away, and Graham charges him down with a single leg takedown…kind of opportunistic, but okay. It’s legal offense.
After both men wrestled back to their feet, Jay took control with a wristlock. Clauson spins it around into one of his own, but uses a boot on the back of Jay’s leg to put him on one knee. Clauson then steps up and brings the other foot into the back of Jay Pride’s head! This only nets him a short two count, however. Picking Clauson back up, Jay sends him across the ring with another whip. He lays down when Clauson jumps over…no, Clauson with a flipping senton! And Graham starts stomping away at the back of Jay Pride! Many fans begin to question Clauson at this point, but Graham is content to stop with the feet and roll Jay out of the ring. Graham walks around the ring for a bit, then runs to the turnbuckles and leaps up. Jay gets to his feet, and Graham comes off…FLIPPING SENTON! THEY CRASH INTO THE GUARDRAIL!
They’re going to get counted out! Neither man is moving! With what had to be a nanosecond to go, they both managed to roll back into the ring and this thing kept going! Graham misses with a Shining Wizard attempt. Jay catches him from behind with a German suplex. Clauson gets out at two! Jay spins him around into a swinging neckbreaker! Jay gets back up…leg drop! Jay up again…he runs to the ropes…running leg drop! Jay gets back up…here he comes again…Clauson with the monkey flip! GRAHAM CLAUSON KIPS UP! AND JAY PRIDE LEVELS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
I wish there was an instant replay button in real life, because it would get worn out on that one! Jay actually hit his knees and held his arm! Graham Clauson did a 450! Jay has to take a moment to wiggle his fingers and get some feeling back in that arm to hook the leg…the cover…Graham kicks out!
Jay pulls Graham to his feet, they’re both starting to wear down but they’re not done. Graham swats his arms away, a kick to the midsection…a forearm shot to put Jay in the corner…Graham whips Jay out…Jay jumps up to the middle rope! Here comes Graham…Jay jumps over his head! Right behind you, Clauson…FULL NELSON SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! Graham gets a toe hooked on the rope! Jay loses the bridge! But they’re both taking their sweet time getting up…and I don’t blame them one bit!
Graham strikes first with a right hand…Jay answers back with one of his own! Graham returns fire with a pair of forearms…he misses with a spinning forearm! Jay Pride with the backslide! He has him! Graham busts out! Graham trips Jay with a double leg! He’s got the legs,…he leans back, Jay catapults up, and right into the turnbuckles! Graham rolls him back up with a sunset flip…he’s stepping up the ropes! That’s illegal! No, he’s trying to get his feet over with a bridging pin! Jay’s got him by the gut and he’s standing up! What strength! Jay turns him over…picks him up…PILEDRIVER WITH THE ARMS TUCKED IN! OH MY GOD!
Jay Pride goes for the cover…that has to be it…GRAHAM CLAUSON KICKS OUT!
Jay can’t believe it…he’s just leaning back in the corner astounded! Graham is laid out! He’s finally moving! These two are gonna keep going!
Clauson swings wildly with a clothesline, showing signs of tiredness, and Pride easily ducks it. Pride gets a boot into the midsection… PRIDE EATER!! 1…2…3!!!!
Your winner, Jay Pride!!!
And with that Jay Pride becomes the firm favourite to take on GFC World Champion, Chandler Scott! To be fair either man could have won that match, and either man would make one hell of an opponent for Chandler. I can’t wait to see what happens next in the GFC Championship hunt.
And how can you find that out? Why tune into our next iPPV from the Braehead Arena in Glasgow on the 9th March!!!