FRONTIER rolled back into Liverpool this past weekend for yet another stunning show!
And first on the agenda was the homecoming of cult favourite, The Betamax Kid!
Frank Wiland vs. The Betamax Kid
Due to a technical issue I ended up missing the opening stages of this one, but the crowd told me that it was a good back and forth opening until Wiland began to take control. And in control he stayed for the rest of the match. A crippler crossface almost won it for the man from Buffalo, but Spikey managed to make the ropes. A beautiful deadlift, bridging, German suplex got Frank a two count before TBK managed a roll-up out of nowhere for a two of his own. That kickstarted a mini-comeback from Betamax, one which was cut short with him getting caught in the Queen City Stranglehold (Red Hook Ringer), which was enough to earn Wiland a submission victory.
Your winner, Frank Wiland!
Well Spike just got dominated in that one! Not a happy homecoming for him at all; whereas Wiland continues to make a name for himself here in FRONTIER.
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The first song to play as our show opens is Girls’ Aloud’s “No Good Advice”, and that means the new Commonwealth Champion, Evangelista – and massive, massive cheers from the Scouse fans for their hometown hero!
The woman herself emerges in her street clothes, with the title belt around her waist. She takes her time in heading to the ring, stopping frequently to hug, high five and chat to fans. When she finally hits the ring she accepts the mic from Jenni Starr.
Evangelista: Alright folks!
Cheer!
Evangelista: I told the world I’m not just a tag team wrestler. That I still had it in me to win gold on my own. And at Defend & Attack, I showed it.
She pats the faceplate of the championship around her waist.
Evangelista: Any time you win a title, especially one as prestigious as the GFC Commonwealth Championship, that target gets painted on you straight away. Summer wants a rematch. Xristus, Michael Hopkins, Frank Wiland – they’ve all warned me to check over my shoulder.
She paces a little.
Evangelista: Well to them, and to anyone else who wants to test themselves against me, who wants to see if they can take this from me, I say: bring it on. If the match gets made I will be right here in this ring, ready to defend. I ain’t even close to done with showing the world what I’m about. I don’t care if it’s every show. I can do that. I will do that.
The crowd gives that another cheer.
Evangelista: But next time we’re here in this building, fourth of May… we’re here with WARPED. Two of the greatest wrestlin’ companies in the world come together. It’s gonna be the best show of the year, you know that… and I plan on walkin’ back into this very building on that day, STILL your Commonwealth Champion.
She’s starting to show a little more determination in her body language.
Evangelista: And on that night, if CJ an’ Madman like the sound of it, if Joey Matthew likes the sound of it… I’m willing to defend against anyone from WARPED. And what would make it extra special, if that person happens to be the WARPED Evolution Champion, whoever that might be at that point… then I propose Evangelista vs that person, winner takes all for both titles.
That idea also sounds popular with the fans!
Evangelista: Whether that match happens or not, Liverpool, I will be here that night giving you everything I have!
You can probably guess the reaction that gets.
Evangelista: Okay, okay guys, thank you. We’ll get to our first match in a minute, I promise, but first one of my friends wants a word or two.
Cheers go up for the fiddle intro Levellers’ “The Game” and Jay Pride steps out, also in street clothes… with his right arm in a sling. He tags some outsretched hands, left-handed, as he joins his onetime tag team partner in the ring. She passes him the mic. He seems a little uncomfortable holding it in his left hand.
Jay Pride: Thank you Liverpool! As you may have seen at the last show, just ten minutes from the end of the ironman match between myself and Chandler Scott… my arm caught the ringpost badly. It wasn’t my fault; it wasn’t Chandler fault. It’s just something that happens sometimes in this sport. You ever wonder why shows have that disclaimer not to try it at home, well, you’re lookin’ at the reason.
He pauses for a moment before ploughing on.
Jay Pride: No point beating around the bush. I’ve torn my biceps brachii and pronator teres. The doctors have told me… I’m gonna be out for at least four months.
That one, on the other hand, the fans do not like.
Jay Pride: I know, I know, and nobody is more gutted than me, trust me. The chance for Chandler and I to finally settle our rivalry – gone. My chance to reclaim the GFC World Championship – gone. My chance to do what I do best, come out here and put on an absolute clinic of professional wrestling each and every time FRONTIER rolls into town – gone. However hard the next few months are physically, not competing is gonna make them so much harder mentally. But I promise I will be back. I promise I am not giving up my quest to get the GFC World Championship back. I will return better than ever, and I will get back my title.
He pauses again and smiles as the fans stomp and cheer.
Jay Pride: But for now, I’ll be watching FRONTIER as a fan. Whoever steps up to challenge Chandler next – be it Michael, Graham, Xristus, Summer or anyone else – I know you’ll put on an incredible match and I can’t wait to see it. FRONTIER is the home of the best wrestling on the planet and I’m looking forward to watching every show until I’m able to get back in the ring myself.
A “FRONTIER! FRONTIER! FRONTIER!” chant goes up.
Jay Pride: Thank you, and let’s get on with another incredible show!
Evangelista: Thank you Liverpool! I love you!
And the twosome exit the ring together, taking their time to head backstage as they interact with the fans again.
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Well there’s a hometown girl that can get things done! Now let’s see if Laurel can get something done here tonight too, or if Matt Young is too much for her…
Matt Young vs. Laurel Anne Hardy
Laurel and Young shake hands, obeying the Code of Respect. Laurel with a headlock to start and then ends up in back to back armdrags and an armbar. Laurel breaks the hold and hits an elbow. Young with a kick and hits a back suplex. Young with a kick. Laurel with kicks while Young hits chops. Young with a flying forearm then misses a kick and Laurel hits a backbreaker for two.
Laurel with some rest holds. Young elbows out but Laurel hits a knee and a side suplex for two. Laurel with a back suplex for one. Laurel back with a rest hold, slowing the pace again. Young manages to escape. Young with a springboard elbow and then a neckbreaker for two. Young blasts Laurel and then hits an enzuigiri. But Laurel pops right back up and takes Young out of his boots with a Capoiera kick! One “Flower Plower Mk.III: Terror From Beneath” later and this one is all over!
Your winner, Laurel Anne Hardy!
A good win for Laurel, but an impressive display from Young. After such a big injury to come back like that is impressive, I expect we’ll see big things from him this year.
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Just as the match finishes, “Enjoy The Silence” hits the PA and Frank Wiland comes out, clapping ironically. The fans boo him as he puts the mic to his mouth, smiling ironically.
Frank Wiland: Damn, Laurel! DAMN! That was pretty… mediocre.
He shakes his head in disappointment.
Frank Wiland: Matty there gets B, maybe B+ for his performance today, but you… Laurel, you are just a perfect example of what I talked about in the promo you all should watch. You are a total. Piece. Of. Trash. Laurel, what you call art is just jumping around and using forbidden tactics. That’s not art, that’s what you Englishmen call rubbish. Pure, technical wrestling, that is the real art… but you can’t understand that, Princess Mononoke, can you? Instead of learning a proper headlock, you were too busy playing the hero of the people and enjoying those cheap chants they give you…
The crowd boos loudly, but Frank doesn’t really care as he walks towards the ring.
Frank Wiland: I beg you, Laurel, think about it in your little brain and–
Laurel Anne Hardy: Woah woah woah. First of all Deez, first of all if my brain is small yours must be microscopic. I’m <i>Welsh</i>, genius, not English. As for jumping around… you obviously don’t understand physics. I’d say you should read up on it, but your wilful obliviousness to just how much more there is to my palette than high flying kinda screams that paying attention isn’t your strong point.
She paces a little, getting agitated.
Laurel Anne Hardy: If you want a demonstration of just how well I can apply a headlock you’re welcome to step in here and feel it for yourself, Deez. Or are you hesitant because how good my winning percentage is – whatever you might have to say about my talents?
Her tongue is as quick as ever, but she seems uncharacteristically rattled by him.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Does it bother you that someone like me, someone who’s in this to entertain rather than to chase titles, still wins most of her matches? Does it bother you that I don’t give a shit about the things that are so important to you, but still win just as often as you – and when I do it, instead of booing the fans shout my name?
She smirks, and slowly starts to say over and over:
Laurel Anne Hardy: Har-dy. Har-dy. Har-dy.
Her voice slowly rises, and fans in attendance join in. Before long she’s leading them in a thunderous roar complete with stomping feet: <i>HAR-DY! HAR-DY! HAR-DY!</I> She grins and poses theatrically, then feigns concern as she looks over at her adversary.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay, Deez! We can get a chant goin’ for you too…
She starts clapping.
Laurel Anne Hardy: D – C! D – C! D – C!
The fans pick it up and soon the whole auditorium is shaking with the deafening noise of it. Laurel’s pumping a fist in the air as she leads the chant.
Laurel Anne Hardy: See, Deez? You can have a chant too! D – C! D – C!
Suddenly, two men jump the railing and hit the ring. The bigger one of them jumps Laurel from behind, then throws her towards the smaller, masked man, who drops her with a Spinning Kenka Kick. The large man then adds more as he deadlifts Laurel, throws her up and hits a brutal European Uppercut, while the masked guy takes care of Matt Young, dropping him on his head with a Reverse Rana. To a chorus of boos, Frank Wiland enters the ring, clapping and smiling. He grabs the laid out Laurel by the hair and puts the mic to her ear. He whispers to that ear.
Frank Wiland: My name… is Frank, you little fucking bitch.
Loud boos towards Frank and his lackeys and “Hardy” chants break out again as Frank drops the mic and the trio leaves the ring. They head towards the curtain but are cut off by Evangelista, Jay Pride and Laurel’s brother Matty! Frank directs his troops towards the doors at the back of the arena instead. He waves to Jay, clearly mocking the former GFC World Champion’s injured arm, while Matty and Evangelista hit the ring to check on Laurel.
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Well, what started out a few weeks back as an almost friendly rivalry has descended into all out war here in Liverpool!
Speaking of war, Xristus is on a one man crusade to save FRONTIER… and the next man in his sights is Michael Hopkins.
Michael Hopkins vs. Xristus
The crowd was on fire when the Imagine Dragons cued him through the curtain. Michael was, too, and the drive was as red-hot as ever with the Welsh Dragon. When “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” played, there was an eerie calm to the crowd. Xristus took his time at the top of the ramp to raise his head in silent reverence, and the crowd actually respected his moment. Xristus took a moment in the center of the ring to do the same thing, and the crowd again fell quiet for him.
However, when Sal Mancini brought both men into the center of the ring before the bell rang, the crowd was right back on their feet for them. A handshake was gladly accepted by both men, and they retreated to their corners with the crowd preparing for battle.
What they got was a war.
Xristus’ size advantage was significant, but not overbearing. Michael had a speed advantage, but Xristus was aware of his surroundings. They slapped hands, sidestepped a bit, locked up, broke off, locked up again, Michael is pushed to the corner, clean break, they circle a bit more, MIchael does a side roll and goes for a waistlock, but that’s not gonna work…it’s dead-even with both of them going for the first big move. Finally, after a chain of side headlocks and wristlocks, Michael is first to get a decent maneuver off when he hiptosses Xristus over. The crowd is amped up for even this simplest of moves, but Xristus is quick to get up, kicking away Michael’s hands when he reaches down to pick him up. Xristus gets to his feet, locking up once again. Backing Michael to the ropes, he whips him off. A hard shoulder block to Hopkins’s chest… does nothing?
Michael says “nope, gimme another one” and runs off the ropes again (no, that’s really what he said) with some more speed, coming right to Xristus (who steps to his left and drills Michael with a second shoulder block.) Michael backpedals a bit, but swings his foot around keeping the other on the mat…
“ONE MORE, BITCH!”
Michael yells in Xristus’ face, both feet firmly planted. Xristus now runs to the ropes himself, moving with ridiculous speed for a man his size. His feet come off the mat as he dives at Michael with a third shoulder tackle, this one putting Michael Hopkins down with him (but bringing the crowd off their feet.)
Xristus moves to stomp at Michael, but stops and is content to merely bring him back to his feet. With his elbow drawn, Xristus lays a back chop into Michael’s chest, putting him backwards into a nearby corner. Charging in, Xristus drives another shoulder into Michael’s rib cage…then brings him out of the corner on his shoulder! Xristus walks away from the turnbuckles and spins around. Spinebuster…no…Michael’s kicking his feet and gets out. He hits the ropes, comes back…running European uppercut! Xristus stumbles back…Michael comes at him again…POWERSLAM! Xristus goes for the first cover in the match, and only gets an even two. He moves to bring Michael to his feet one more time, with the crowd behind both men. Xristus pulls Michael up by the neck, only to turn him around and bring him right back down with a neckbreaker. With only a moment’s pause to measure up, Xristus lands a big elbow drop into the already abused chest and hooks the leg. Sal is Johnny on the spot with the count, but again Xristus gets little more than a two count.
“LET’S GO MICHAEL!” “XRISTUS TOO!” “LET’S GO MICHAEL!” “XRISTUS TOO!”
Michael is able to sit up as Xristus comes to his feet, taking a moment to look up at the ceiling and think…I think. Michael uses the ropes to stand up as Xristus walked around the ring, allowing him to stand. Even if he was holding his chest, Michael still took it to him. Michael managed to get out of a bodyslam attempt, leg trip, but Xristus kept one foot, Michael put on a side headlock, back to the feet, Xristus with a hammerlock, Michael gets out…this is so quick, it’s almost like you can’t keep up! Michael with a snapmare! One kick to the spine! Two! Michael runs to the ropes…TWO FEET TO THE BACK OF XRISTUS’ HEAD! XRISTUS IS DOWN! Michael jumps up to the second turnbuckle…turns around with an elbow drop…HE HITS IT! Michael goes for a cover…and he only gets two and a half!
They were worn out, but they were fired up! Michael was ready, Xristus got a sudden burst of strength and came alive with a spring, and they just went at it! Forearms, kicks, reversals, holds, more reversals..clotheslines were ducked, rear waistlocks reversed, Xristus has to roll back when Michael runs to the ropes…another clothesline ducked, Michael Hopkins with a double underhook suplex? No, Xristus comes back down on his feet! Back body drop? Michael hangs on! Sunset flip…he got him! No count, Xristus rolls back and out of it…Michael sits up…inside cradle! Xristus powers out…Michael grabs him for another one…XRISTUS HOISTS HIM UP DEAD WEIGHT! VERTICAL SUPLEX! NO! BRAINBUSTER! Xristus with a cover…
…and if you can believe it, Michael Hopkins kicks out!
Xristus is on his knees, apparently he couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t either! He doesn’t argue with the referee or the fans, he doesn’t attack Michael in anger…all Xristus does is bow his head, quietly. Michael is on his stomach now, trying to get up. The fans are trying their best to help! Xristus stands up, he’s waiting to see if Michael is going to get back up…AND MICHAEL HOPKINS WITH A PUSH-UP TO HIS FEET! He’s fired up! Michael steps right into Xristus’ face, telling him to “bring it again” and this capacity crowd agrees with every decibel in their lungs! Xristus is unmoved…but it’s coming…one of these guys has to emerge victorious…
Xristus charges at Hopkins with rage in his eyes… DRAGON TACKLE (Spear)!!! Cover! 1…2…3!!!
Your winner, Michael Hopkins!
What a match! Excellent action, great skills shown from both sides here in Liverpool.
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Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista are sitting in a quiet area backstage, talking in hushed tones. Laurel has an icepack clamped to her face, which is looking very sore courtesy of the attack by Frank Wiland’s goons earlier in the night. A bottle of whiskey sits on the table.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I’ll kill him. I’ll fuckin’ kill him.
Evangelista: Okay, but just leave it for tonight. You’ve probably got a concussion, alright. You don’t need any more knocks.
Laurel doesn’t reply, but her expression is black as stormclouds. She throws back some alcohol. Evangelista grabs the bottle from her.
Evangelista: And go easy on that, alright?
Laurel Anne Hardy: Look, I need a drink right now.
“Excuse me nice lady…”
The deranged, psychotic Arcadia Chavez steps into the scene. Her dark hair is pulled into two pigtails for some odd reason and she has this sweet, innocent look on her face that, for a brief moment, melts their hearts until they remember just who this is.
Arcadia: Have you seen my mommy and daddy?
Laurel and Leanne exchange a look. Laurel really does not look like she’s in the mood for this. Evangelista clears her throat.
Evangelista: Uh, no. We’ve never met your parents…
Arcadia: That’s not good. I think the big meanie killed my mommy and daddy.
The woman sniffles as if she’s about to cry.
Laurel downs some more whiskey and sighs.
Laurel Anne Hardy: What big meanie…
Arcadia: Um…um….
Her eyes glaze over and then roll into the back of her head. Her eyes return and she takes the pigtails out, letting her hair fall down unrestrained to shoulder length. Her eyes flare with rage, almost as if she has undergone a complete transformation.
Arcadia: ME! THE STUPID CUNT IS TALKING ABOUT ME! I KILLED HER FUCKING PARENTS AND I’LL KILL YOU TOO!
Laurel slams the bottle down on the table and spins up to face Arcadia.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You wanna do this? Fuckin’ come on then.
Evangelista interjects herself between the two, arms spread, butt-bumping Laurel to keep her away.
Evangelista: This is not the time, Laurel. Think about this.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Any time is the fuckin’ time! Let’s go, come on.
A sinister laughs escapes Arcadia’s mouth.
Arcadia: In ancient days I have done battle with the warrior himself, the head of the heavenly host, Michael, and you think you can challenge me, whore?
Evangelista is by now physically pushing Laurel back. Laurel’s paying her no attention, though, her cold eyes focused squarely on Arcadia.
Laurel Anne Hardy: God never made anything like me. Neither did the Devil. You want a war with me, it’ll make the War in Heaven look like a playground scuffle.
Evangelista: Laurel! Stop it!
Arcadia: I will peel the flesh from your bone! I will…
Her eyes glaze over again and again they roll into the back of her head. A few moments later Arcadia recovers and gazes at Laurel and Evangelista. A brief moment later Arcadia shrieks and drops to the floor in the fetal position.
Arcadia: Is…is the big meanie gone?
Laurel and Evangelista glance at each other then stare back down at Arcadia, unnerved. Laurel grabs the bottle and throws back a big belt. Leanne snatches it off her and does likewise.
Evangelista: Go and find a trainer or something.
Laurel Anne Hardy: No! She-
But Evangelista turns with her eyes set hard as concrete.
Evangelista: Laurel. Go.
Laurel starts to protest, then throws up her hands and walks away as Leanne bends down to check on Arcadia.
— /VIDEO —
Well it looks like Laurel and Arcadia’s unfinished business from the last show has spilled onto this one… and I think this is just the start!
But now it’s time for the main event of the evening, a big tag-team match up as the Best of British go toe to toe with a couple of ladies who really don’t like each other. This could be interesting!
The Best of British vs. Summer Collins & Angelica Jones
BoB came out together, as usual, first. That was the only thing usual about these two: they were practically begging for fans to slap their hands. Finally, after a couple of kids felt brave enough (and Nigel swore a dozen times it wasn’t a set-up) the typically crass Nigel actually gave the kid a five and a hair tussle! The crowd really didn’t know what to think, and while a lot of them still booed, a few actually did cheer.
Summer Collins came out next, notably sans her typical cheerleader outfit. At her side, Crystal Scott sauntered behind her ever so reluctantly (and was shoved aside when Summer went to gesture towards a fan taking photos of the two together with his cell phone.) Angelica entered seperately, receiving a very solid ovation in her FRONTIER debut.
The bell rang, and Rupert started things off with Angelica. Angelica used a combination of speed and experience to gain the advantage, cutting Rupert off by turning a hiptoss into a headscissors and using a pair of twisting arm drags to run him to the outside. When he returned, he got thrown to the ropes, landed a shoulder block, only for Angelica to kip right up and take him over with a hurricanrana! Rupert scampered off for a tag, and Nigel stepped in – arguably the stronger link of the team.
Angelica missed with a Pele kick following a missed left-handed clothesline, but recovered when she was able to catch Nigel with a monkey flip. Angelica ran NIgel to the floor again, and went to the top and over with a forearm to the back! The count began…and at the order of Summer Collins, Crystal scurried over to help Angelica up and into the ring. Nigel slid in soon after, and caught Angelica with a single leg takedown.
In a very good move of strength, Nigel hit an elbow drop, then picked Angelica up from the mat and dropped her back down with a backbreaker…but wait, there’s more…hangs on, picks her back up…a second one…back again…and a side slam! A cover…she kicks out at two! What a move there!
Nigel gets her back to her feet…Angelica side rolls away! Leaping dive for a tag to Summer Collins…AND SUMMER WASN’T EVEN LOOKING! She was jawing off at the heckling fans in the front row! Nigel cuts Angelica off as she screams Summer’s name. “What?” Summer doesn’t even know! Nigel turns her around for a swinging neckbreaker…nails it! Summer is yelling back at Angelica like it’s her fault…and now she’s yelling at Crystal too! It’s Crystal’s job to let Summer know when her partner needs a tag?
Nigel tags Rupert back in. Angelica is on all fours, getting back up, I don’t even think she wants to make a tag, nor could she at this point. Rupert runs in…running 3/4 cutter as she stands up! Excellent move! Rupert covers her…another kickout at two! Angelica is still in this thing, tough as ever…and to think, her partner’s manager has helped her more than her partner! But wait…Rupert just whiffed on a HUGE cross body from the second rope, Angelica stepped back just in the nick of time! She’s backing into her corner…and AGAIN, Summer is ignoring to tag her! Rupert’s back up…Summer just got slapped in the shoulder hard! “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” It’s a legal tag! Summer’s in! Angelica looks at a lunging Rupert, points to Summer…and Rupert hiptosses Summer Collins in over the top rope! Now there’s a fresh Summer Collins in the ring, but BoB is all fired up! No chicanery thus far, could their change of heart perhaps be legitimate?
Summer swings for Rupert, who ducks and takes her down with a neckbreaker. Angelica steps through the ropes and the referee instantly cuts her off. With the ref distracted Nigel takes the opportunity to slide a chair into the ring. Rupert looks at it, looks at Nigel and then out at the crowd. He picks up the chair, raising it high above his head, looking like he’s going to come down hard on Summer. But then he tosses it out of the ring! Nigel looks on… and applauds the decision of his partner!
But then Summer spots an opportunity… schoolboy! 1…2…3!!!!
Your winners, Angelica Jones & Summer Collins!
Well would you believe it!? BoB had a chance to win it here, but by refusing to take the low road they ended up losing the match! Surely that’s a sign that they are really turning a corner here?
Before we all left for the evening there was one more surprise in store…
— VIDEO —
The classic beginning notes of “Parade of the Charioteers” plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his crimson robe with white accents. He brushes away the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he steps into the ring. He then slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.
Chandler: Instead of booing me, I suggest you all pipe down. Standing before you is greatness in the flesh. So for the benefit of those with flash photography, your World Champion will pose for five seconds only.
(And with that, Chandler unbuckles the GFC World Championship belt from around his waist and raises it with one arm to boos from the crowd. He then lowers the belt.)
Chandler: That’s right, I said your World Champion. Which, in case you knuckle draggers are too slow on the uptake, means that I won my Iron Man Match against Jay Pride.
(The crowd starts up a “Jay” chant, showing their support for the former GFC World Champion. Chandler can’t help but to smirk.)
Chandler: Oh Jay, he put up a valiant effort. He fought a good fight. It was the classic that only people like he and I could pull off. But in the end, I beat him into submission. In the end, I broke him down. And in the end, the referee had to throw in the towel because he just couldn’t take it anymore.
(The crowd boos over Chandler’s “victory” in the Iron Man Match.)
Chandler: I know you’re probably thinking that you could have still gone, Jay. I’m sure that some of these window lickers in the crowd think that you could have continued on. But Jay, I say be grateful that the referee decided to throw in the towel for you. I say be grateful that the referee stopped things when he did. Because if he didn’t… then a bum arm would have been the least of your concerns. Had that match continued on, I can guarantee you that you wouldn’t have left that ring under your own power.
Some of you people may think that the score wasn’t settled. Some of you may think that there’s still a debate over who is the better man between myself and Jay. But if you ask me, that debate has long since been deaded. Jay, I beat you for this Championship over ten months ago. I beat you in the tag match. Then I beat you in the Ladder Match. And then I beat you so bad in the Iron Man Match that the ref had to wave the white flag for you.
(Chandler pulls out a white handkerchief from out of his pocket and mockingly waves it.)
Chandler: Like I’ve said before, I have nothing but respect for Jay Pride. I certainly have more respect for him then you pieces of trash. But Jay, let’s point out the facts. Whether it’s one on one, tag team or even a specialty match, I am simply better than you. I am better than you. Just like I’m better than Michael Hopkins! Just like I’m better than the Shoot Kings!! Just like I’m better than every man and woman on this roster!!! So I suggest you and this company’s inept management simply get over it.
(Chandler slings the belt across his shoulder as a “Chandler Sucks” chant starts up.)
Chandler: It’s funny I bring that up. Inept management… being better than everyone on this roster. You know, I think back to the names that I’ve successfully defended this belt against. I think of all the places I’ve gone to, all the different federations I’ve gone to defend not only my World Championship, but the World Tag Team Championship as well. I think of all the hungry wrestlers that I defeated in non-title matches. And as I take a step back and survey the lay of the land, I know there isn’t anyone on this roster that’s on my level.
That’s where you come in, CJ Osborne.
(The crowd cheers for the man that arguably saved FRONTIER last year.)
Chandler: Yes CJ, our esteemed Majority Owner. You know, you’ve never liked me. Back when you were a mediocre wrestler, you always had something slick to say about me. And ever since you’ve been in power, you’ve been trying to put the screws to me. But you know me, CJ. My mind is like a steel trap. I forget nothing. And I remember you recklessly saying that all I had to do was name the time and the place and you would face me one on one. Well seeing as how there’s no one on the active roster that’s on my level, and seeing as how the person that co-owns this place is as gutless as they come, that leaves you, CJ. So what do you say, tough guy? You and I… one on one… in Cardiff, Wales. What do you say, CJ? Are you a man of your word? Or are you the coward that I knew you always were? Prove me wrong, CJ. Prove that you’re actually a man of your word. But guess what? I’ve eve got an incentive for you. If you agree to step into the ring with me, CJ, I’ll put my World Championship on the line.
(The crowd bursts into a “Yes” chant as Chandler smirks.)
Chandler: How about it, CJ? I don’t expect an answer from you tonight. But when FRONTIER comes to Blackburn on April 6, I expect an answer. Don’t disappoint…
— /VIDEO —
And that’s how things came to a close in the Olympia. Make sure to be back for our next show real soon!