Bobby Belter, back again! We apologize about being late with the show update. There was a bit of office trouble the last few days, but never fear, all has been resolved and we are moving forward. We put the cover on the pools at the National Aquatic Centre in Dublin, Ireland and crammed 3,000 plus into that building, and every single one of them were ready! Many were unsure as to what would be happening, ranging from the Summer/Evangelista draw three weeks ago to the still unnamed new partial owner of FRONTIER.
The Truth vs Laurel Anne Hardy
The crowd loved Laurel…but they loved to hate Truth. When the match first started, Truth began to become very beligerant about wrestling a woman, and became lethargic upon applying several holds. Laurel, after getting tired of being held down and laid on with a chinlock, got up at the three-minute mark and came back, blasting Truth with what one might call a shoot kick to the back of the head!
After that, it’s a back and forth match for a few minutes until Truth takes control. He almost sneaks a win with a rollup but Laurel escapes and turns the tide. After a series of big moves Laurel connects with the “Party Hardy: The Hangover” ( Fisherman suplex lift flipped into sitout powerbomb) which if followed by “Stronger Than Dirt” (Corkscrew shooting star elbow drop) for a pinfall victory.
Your winner, Laurel Anne Hardy!
Laurel didn’t seem all that happy, even though she won. But the fans were happy to see the borderline-sexist antics of The Truth repaid with a hard-fought victory by Laurel Anne Hardy.
— VIDEO —
The lights dim, a spotlight shines on the entrance area of the National Aquatic Centre and the James Bond-esque intro to Michael Bublé’s “Cry Me a River” begins to play throughout the arena. After a moment the booming voice of Brian Blessed echoes around.
“The game’s afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry
God for Harry! England and Saint George!”
Suddenly Street Sweeper Social Club’s version of “Mama Said Knock You Out” kicks in as Tim Worthington appears through the entrance curtain and steps into the spotlight.
“Don’t call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon
Listen to the bass go BOOM.”
Worthington makes his way to the ring wearing a smart light grey suit, jacket open and revealing the matching waistcoat, crisp white shirt and black tie. He is all smiles as he high-fives fans in the crowd on his way to the ring. He climbs the steps and climbs into the ring between the middle and top ropes.
Jenni Starr: Making his way to the ring from Southampton, England; here is the two time MWA World Heavyweight Champion, “Dynamite” Tim Worthington!
Worthington shakes hands with Jenni, taking the microphone before waving at the fans as the music fades.
Worthington: Thank you, Dublin!
*Cheap pop!*
Worthington: Good to see so many of you out tonight, hoping to enjoy another fantastic FRONTIER show! This company has been close to my heart since it was first opened, with my father working his butt off to make this place a reality.
Some boo’s for the mention of Tim’s father, former GM Matt Montell. Tim holds up his hand and the boo’s fade, allowing him to continue.
Worthington: But I’m not here to talk about the past, I’m looking towards the future. FRONTIER is about to get an injection of fresh talent, and is finally noticing the hard work of some guys who have been here since day one without the proper credit they deserve. They’ve been called “enhancement talent” and have been tied down to the lowest depths of any card they’ve been booked on. But not any more. So, ladies and gentlemen of Dublin, please give it up for your newest members of the full FRONTIER roster… Marcie, Mike, Balam, guys … get your butts out here!
Tim’s own music begins to play over the PA system again as some familiar faces appear on the entrance ramp.
Worthington: Making their way to the ring; Mike Blackwood; Veronique; and Blood Tiger II!
The crowd cheer each of the names, but not much. It’s more a cheer of politeness than excitement. The three “enhancement” wrestlers make their way to the ring and all shake hands with Tim, except his long time friend Marcie du Toit AKA Veronique, who gives him a massive hug. The group stands behind Tim.
Worthington: These guys are the newest members of the full FRONTIER roster, and they have a brand new agent negotiating for them…. ME! Now this may not be exciting for you, but it’s exciting as hell for the twelve of us.
Tim lets that sink in for a moment.
Worthington: Oh yea, twelve. I should probably get the other guys out here too. So without further ado…
A spotlight appears on the entrance ramp again. A beautiful and highly toned blonde woman, steps out into the spotlight as she walks down to the ring alongside a tall, slender and very pale man with long black hair and a scraggly beard. The man shields his eyes from the light as he steps forward before making his way to the ring.
Worthington: Representing the United States, this blonde bombshell is Envy! And from the Siberian tundra of Russia comes a man formerly known as Vampyr. He is Aleksandr Konstantin. The next two men you’ve seen in this ring before, they are from FRONTIER’s sister promotion in Japan…
Two more men step into the light. The first is short, wearing black leather pants and waistcoat, as well as a black headband pushing back his shocking pink hair. The second is in red and gold tights with a matching mask.
Worthington: From FRONTLINE, please welcome Akio Kuriyama and The Great Sato!
The crowd cheer the announcement, specifically for Sato who is a popular name around the world for his time in FRONTLINE.
Worthington: Next up we have, from Russia, a young lady who’s wrestled all over the globe, this is Yana Gradlienko! And from Nigeria… by way of Chicago, Illinois, this is “The Omega Man”; Benjamin Doi!
Yana steps out into the arena and jogs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. She is followed by Doi, a large black man with a smile a mile wide. “Ok, Time For Plan B” by Enter Shikari kicks in as some people begin to recognise the music.
Worthington: And now, a good friend of mine. From Vancouver, British Columbia, he is the People’s Choice, August Joyce!
Joyce steps through the curtain and raises his arm into the air, soaking in the cheers from the Dublin crowd. Soon eleven men and women are in the ring, with Joyce and Sato flanking Worthington.
Worthington: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present; The Dirty Dozen! In a very special deal signed by CJ Osborne, all twelve of us are now members of the FRONTIER roster. But, for various reasons, only one of us… or one team of us… can appear on any one show at a time. I know that’s a little different, a little kooky. But let’s face facts here, if all of us were allowed to compete we’d just run roughshod over this company and it wouldn’t be any fun for the rest of you!
Tim smiles as he turns to his friends.
Worthington: So, to the rest of you guys in the back… you better be prepared. Because if you get booked against the Dirty Dozen you’ll be stood right here, looking back down the ramp and wondering just which one of us is going to come out to face you. Will it be the power of Benjamin Doi? The technical mastery of Great Sato? The speed of Veronique? The guile of Kuriyama?
Tim points at each of the men as he mentions them. He then turns back and faces the DVD cameras and points down the lens.
Worthington: Or will it be the all-round brilliance of THE BETAMAX KID!!
Huey Lewis & The News’ “Back in Time” begins to play as the crowd goes wild for the cult favourite from Liverpool.
Crowd: BETA-MAX! BETA-MAX! BETA-MAX!
Dave White: These fans going wild for Betamax Kid’s new entrance music! He’s gained somewhat of a cult following here in FRONTIER!
Dave Spikey steps out onto the entrance ramp, dressed in black wrestling tights, black boots and with white wrist tape. He’s also wearing a white T-Shirt with a black design of an old Betamax video cassette emblazoned on the front with “Fuck VHS!” written underneath. He high-fives fans at ringside as he jogs to the ring, climbing through the ropes before standing on the turnbuckle and throwing his right arm into the air. He jumps down and turns to face the other members of The Dirty Dozen, who are applauding him.
Worthington: Tonight, right now, Spike becomes the first of us to step into this ring and compete on the same level as his opponent. Tonight things begin to change.
Tim tosses the microphone to TBK.
Betamax: Thanks, kidda. Now, I’m here tonight to face Alex Jones in front of all ‘o yous and I’ll be damned if I could be any prouder. I gotta lotta people to thank for this, including our kid August and Tim here. But now’s the time to let my in-ring skills do the talkin’! So, Jonesy, get your arse out here!
He tosses the mic back to Jenni Starr as the rest of the Dirty Dozen leave the ring and head back up the entrance ramp. Spike stands in wait for his opponent.
— /VIDEO —
Next up, we got to see a match brewing for quite some time. D.C. Wiland had been calling out both Nigel and Rupert on their bad attitudes, but they seemed to be handling themselves very well so far. Would we see the end tonight…or just one more chapter?
D.C. Wilard vs Best of British
Wiland never stood a chance. He tried desperately, getting Nigel away to pound on Rupert as the match began. But Rupert used an eye poke to sneak off, tag in Nigel, and start the vicious pattern: Wiland took a two-on-one beatdown until the referee could get one of the men out onto the apron, then as soon as D.C. was able to get an advantage, the numbers game became too much. Without a partner in his corner, D.C. was at the mercy of his opponents. There was just one problem for Nigel and Rupert: D.C. Wiland refused to stay down. Not even reversing a clothesline into a short arm and cutter could keep him down past a two-count. The crowd tried desperately to get Wiland back into the match, and with every elbow to the gut or reversal of a hold, it seemed to work just a little better each time.
Eventually, Wiland began to mount a strong comeback. Punches began to get blocked every time. Wiland was whipped to the ropes, and ducked the move. He snuck out of a German suplex attempt, and scooped Nigel up with a double knee backbreaker. Then it happened: Rupert charged in to break up a pinfall attempt, Wiland moved, and Rupert hit Nigel with an elbowdrop. The crowd went wild. Rupert gets thrown over the ropes to the floor. Wiland and Nigel in the center of the ring, one on one…Wiland’s got him zoned in for the kill…and Nigel blasts Wiland in the nuts with a low blow from Hell (the referee occupied with Rupert, who grabbed the referee’s leg as he climbed back onto the apron.) With D.C. now on his knees, Nigel lands the Social Whirl (Cross Rhodes) with ease and gets the count.
Your winner, Best of British
Over? I doubt that very seriously. But the ref never knew about the low blow, so all he can do is raise the arms of Nigel and Rupert. Hopefully Wiland gets his chance to make this one right, because the way that Best of British won this thing definitely was not!
At this point, the crowd was informed that their owner, CJ Osborne, would be coming down to the ring following the main event in order to introduce FRONTIER to their new owner.
Jay Pride & Evangelista vs Summer Collins & Chandler Scott
Jay and Eva were out first, bringing everybody to their feet. They soaked in every bit of fan adoration they could on the way to the ring, and even while in it awaiting their challengers. While Jay and Evangelista came to the ring together, Chandler and Summer entered seperately. The crowd turned on them both instantly. Summer showed what could have been legitimate shock at their disapproval, but Chandler Scott clearly could not have cared less what anybody thought of him.
Jay and Eva soon had a small issue: neither could decide on who would start the match. Jay wanted to start off with Chandler Scott, in his corner with Summer Collins on the apron. Eva soon motions for Summer to start off with her, getting a large cheer. Summer steps into the ring when Chandler held the ropes open, but again Jay is pointing for Chandler! Chandler and Summer look annoyed, these fans look ready, Jay and Eva look like they’re in an Olympic sprint because they just went for Chandler and Summer! This thing is starting with all four of them going at it!
When the smoke clears, Evangelista and Chandler Scott are both legal. A hurricanrana, la magistral, small package, backslide, and victory roll all yield two counts for Eva within the first two minutes. Chandler is caught off guard several times, unable to keep up with Eva’s speed and agility at times despite fending off many of her attempts at takedowns. He tags out to Summer after being caught with a headscissors (he might have not gotten caught had he not taken time to pose while holding Leanne on his shoulders though…) Summer and Eva meet in the center of the ring, with Summer getting whipped and sent back with a push, but it soon becomes anybody’s match when neither woman can keep the other down long enough for a pinfall. No matter how high the suplex, no matter how hard Summer’s feet plant when Eva pops her down with the hiptoss. no matter how much glitz was in Summer’s one handed cartwheel into an armdrag, no matter how hard the two women collided when they both attempted running dropkicks simultaneously…no distinct advantage was gained by either woman.
Both women tagged out, bringing in Jay and Chandler. These two mirrored the performance of their partners: nothing seemed to keep the other down. At one point, Chandler Scott even got up before Jay Pride after a superplex. The strikes began to get louder when they hit, the slams begin to shake the ring harder, and eventually Jay Pride is the first to lose it. Chandler hits a forearm shot, sets up to Irish whip Jay across the ring.
And Jay Pride puts on the brakes, turns around, and drives his head square into the center of Chandler’s gut.
Chandler’s response is a bit delayed, even after the second open hand slap to his face. But once Jay starts to apply a front face lock, he fights back. Chandler shoves Jay into the corner, driving hard shots to his body. Jay releases the hold, and Chandler starts to go for the head. Jay eats three before tackling Chandler to the mat. Jay’s eye is split open, but this does little to stop him from attempting to gain a mounted position on Chandler (who uses a loose guard to keep him back.) Summer is first to rush into the ring, with Eva right behind her. The women meet, shoving each other back, before Jay gets up with Chandler, both still tangled up in a web of strikes.
Eva and Summer fall to the floor, rolling through the ropes. Chandler and Jay stand up, the referee wedging between them. Jay turns towards the referee, and Chandler is quick to blindside him with the cheap roll-up…getting the three count with a handful of tights on two!
Your winners, Chandler Scott & Summer Collins!
AND THE FIGHT JUST KEPT GOING ON! Jay got a hold of Chandler, Eva and Summer were all over the floor, and it took half the building’s security force and every FRONTIER official in the back except for CJ and the new mystery owner to split them apart! Finally, order was restored…but not before a cheap shove by Chandler prompts a bloody Jay Pride to throw a devastating right cross, putting Chandler square on his ass in the middle of the ring! The sea of officials swarmed on them both before anything could further escalate. Nothing seemed to get settled, only questions remained…
And the scariest part is…we still had a main event left!
Alex Jones vs Betamax Kid
Betamax Kid was the first man out for the main event, almost startled at the reception he received upon entering.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Tim Worthington, weighing in at 214 pounds…from Liverpool, England… the Betamax Kid!”
He’s been here longer than anybody else currently on FRONTIER’s roster, and there’s many who remember him from his earliest efforts, although he came up short more than often. Alex Jones was second to enter, receiving an equal ovation.
“And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Dallas Texas, Alex Jones!”
The former GFC World Heavyweight Champion slid right into the ring, and these two started right at it. Alex used a pair of armdrags to start off hot, but his third was reversed by the Kid. He shrugged it off, going back at him with more fast-paced offense. Once again, Betamax Kid proved more sharp after catching Alex with his head hung low, turning a back body drop attempt into a side headlock takedown by sliding in low and twisting the opposite direction. The crowd loves the exotic counter, and when the Kid nearly gets a two-count using a beautiful Northern lights suplex, they begin to sway onto his side!
Alex blocks a lariat attempt, swinging the arm around. With the arm still clinched, Alex goes for an overhead belly to belly suplex. The Kid seems to be down and out, but manages to kick out on two and a half. With the crowd beginning to pull for him, the Kid is still helpless to be whipped across the ring twice, met the first time with a clothesline and the second with a step-up Enziguiri in the corner! This also get a two-count, but it’s that much closer to three…
After a front face lock reveals the Kid’s legs to be about the sturdiness of cooked fettucini, Alex brings him back down and puts on a Fujiwara armbar, laying his weight down on Betamax Kid while pulling the arm up. A rhythmic thump of the metal on the bleachers echoes throughout the building.
The Kid kicks his leg out toward the bottom rope. It takes a few moments, but the referee sees it and forces Alex to break the hold. Upset that the referee pulled him off, Alex argues the call saying his foot wasn’t under the ropes. The ref refuses stand firm with his call, before Alex gives up and turn back to The Kid. Death to VHS! (Superkick) from Betamax Kid out of no where. The Kid falls on Alex for the cover.. 1.. 2 3!
Your winner, Betamax Kid!
What a main event! Alex took his loss like a man (when he was able to get up, that was) and shook both Tim and Betamax Kid’s hands, but left the ring quickly as possible to allow the Betamax Kid to have his moment, celebrating all over the ring. And what a moment it was! Betamax Kid gets the main event upset over a former GFC World Heavyweight Champion! Tim Worthington’s protege excels!
But our night still had one more major event before it was over. And while the four matches we saw tonight were amazing, perhaps it was this announcement that would have everybody talking on the way home.
–VIDEO–
Standing in the middle of the ring is the owner of Pro-Wrestling Frontier, CJ Osborne.
CJ: As I promised tonight you all get to meet the new part owner of Pro-Wrestling Frontier. A man whom I believe will instrumental in helping Frontier move to the next level and more importantly getting Frontier in a position to produce a quality television program… Ladies and Gentleman… The new partial owner of Pro- Wrestling Frontier, MADMAN SZALINSKI!
At the entrance ramp, FRONTIER’s new partial owner parts the curtain and steps out to a thunderous shower of cheers and applause. At first, he appears angry, or upset. But soon, a grin is seen through what little of his face is visible. He begins to laugh, walking down to the ring and slapping hands, shaking his head with a smile while coming down to the ring. He rolls in underneath the bottom rope, getting to his feet and taking the microphone from CJ with a fist tap.
Madman: Thanks, dog. Mind if I take it from here?
CJ nods, Madman turning towards the crowd and looking around from face to face.
Madman: Oh…boy…this is awkward. Well…
A few fans heckle Madman jokingly, getting Madman to smirk. The roar is hushed, allowing his speech to be heard.
Madman: I really don’t have anything planned out to say. I mean, this is pretty much it. I didn’t sell out. I bought in. To you fans, FRONTIER isn’t going to be much different. You’ll still get the same kick ass wrestling action you’ve been paying us to see this whole time. I’ll still be around to hang out with before the shows, still be giving people free rides to and from America, all of that. And yes, I’ll still bring Peach with me.
The crowd pops on the Peach reference.
Madman: Now, to FRONTIER’s roster, on the other hand…well, I got a LOT to say to you.
Madman starts to pace, keeping his eyes on the curtain.
Madman: Anybody has a problem with what I am about to say, there’s the curtain, come on down. Basically, y’all know me. Y’all wrestled me. You know how I roll. You can do whatever you want and I don’t care. I have ONE rule. SHOW RESPECT. You show respect, there won’t be any problems. And I know that’s going to be a real problem with our champions. Fortunately, I have some specific words for them. And this part I DID plan out.
Szalinski unfolds a stack of papers, pulled from one of his rear jean pockets.
Madman: To Andreas Lasiewiscz: See you at work tomorrow, can’t wait to see your plans for expanding and maintaining FRONTIER’s business capital. Since it’s your job as general manager and all to, you know, manage stuff. I’m the owner, all I’m supposed to do is own. But I have no problem doing it my own damn self.
Flip.
Madman: To Jon Collins: I notice you’ve got one of my belts, but I don’t have one of your autographs. That’s okay. Apparently I don’t need one to book you on one of my shows, since you’ve got one of my belts. So at the Waterfront in Belfast on the 23rd, Jon Collins goes one-on-one with Graham Clauson!
The crowd cheers. Madman flips.
Madman: To Gabriel Gambino: Oh, my bad…
Madman shrugs and flips to the final page.
Madman: To Chandler Scott: So you think you’re the best? Well, we’re about to prove it. God as my witness. I tried to tell you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to listen. Now, you’re going to find out what being a champion is all about. Because now you’re MY champion. And as it turns out, bro…it really IS MY BUSINESS!
Szalinski spikes the microphone, shattering it. He then screams out “EVERYBODY GO HOME, I’LL BE OUT THERE TO HAND OUT FREE SHIT HERE IN A SECOND!” As he goes to pick up pieces of the microphone, a shocked crowd can do nothing but what he says.
–/VIDEO–
WOW! The Madman is the new owner or partial owner! Thats huge and will no doubt send shock waves throughout the entire roster and fan base. can’t wait to see the responses to this news. Also, once piece of information, it turns out Jon Collins can’t be booked. Our legal team reviewed the contract that was signed for the invitational and it does not allow such booking, so unfortunately Graham Clauson vs Jon Collins will not be taking place. However we are sure to have a jam packed show on the 23rd in Belfast.