It’s a jam packed show this week as FRONTIER and FGA head towards a second collision next month. But whose side is Alexia Brandt on? And will Hardaway answer the challenge from Chandler Scott?
Well before we answer those questions let’s get straight into the action!
Ian Smith vs. Jason X
It’s a back and forth match for a few minutes until Smith takes control. He almost sneaks a win with a rollup but Jason escapes and turns the tide. After a series of big moves he connects with the X-Driver II (Spinning Unprettier) for a pinfall victory.
Your winner, Jason X!
A good solid win for Jason X, and an unfortunate end to Ian Smith’s debut for FRONTIER. But if we know anything about Smith it’s that he’ll bounce back from that one.
Before we could go any further we had a familiar visitor from the Frontier Grappling Arts.
— VIDEO —
The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of “Violence (Enough is Enough)” by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring.
He asks for a microphone from the timekeeper, to which he obliges nicely. The crowd is firmly behind Hardaway, of course sparking up a “K-HARD! K-HARD!” chant, to which he smiles for a quick second before reaching the microphone up.
HARDAWAY: It’s funny. I should be standing here in complete and utter desperation. Look at what I’ve had to go through recently. At Unsanctioned, I was two steps away from getting a contract back to the company that revived my pro wrestling career. And yet…that didn’t happen. I lost, thanks to a bunch of douche bag yes men and their crusade. Then the following week, I’m in this six-man tag match inside of a steel cage, one that was going to be the end of a tyrannical leadership to another group of men. And yet…that didn’t happen. But, I’m not standing here realizing how wrong I was, I’m realizing how right I was.
The crowd lets out a small cheer, to which Hardaway continues…
HARDAWAY: And it happened after Unsanctioned. After I lost, I went home and had to discuss to my family and my daughter how her own father failed. I didn’t have time to soak it in because I had to be in a car, driving to Jersey so I could ruin my body once more like I have before.
The more and more that I thought about it, the more and more it rang clear for me. I was sitting in the back, waiting for my name to be called out so I could help Pat Gordon Jr. and Ryan Kidd against The Murder. I was feeling disheveled, depressed, not right in the head. Why bother wrestling, why bother doing what I love to do if assholes are just going to ruin things. Because that’s what the Godfathers did. That’s what Chandler Scott did. The man, who deserves respect out of all of us, but expects it after pretty much costing me not only my career overseas, but almost my career in general for breaking my arm. There was no need…
…and then both Kidd and Gordon completely get destroyed by The Murder…seconds before it’s my time to walk out there. Me, myself, and I facing the most dangerous trio that God has put on professional wrestling’s green Earth. I didn’t even want to go out there. I just wanted them to celebrate and get on with their lives. But what’s the good in me if I end up doing that. Even if people hate my guts, and trust me…there’s a few out there…I never have backed down. So I ran out there. Even if I knew I was going to get slaughtered, at least I could go out swinging.
He starts swinging out his fists in a playful manner. Joking, a little. But really, he’s just masking whatever pain that was in him when he ran out there. He then smiles again.
HARDAWAY: Then I pinned Malcolm Drake. Okay, awesome.
A cheer rings out from the crowd…
HARDAWAY: Then I pinned Bob Pooler.
An even BIGGER cheer rings out from the crowd…
HARDAWAY: I don’t think I’ve ever heard the roof come off the building as loud as I heard the crowd in Jersey when it was just me and Dom Harter.
Did I succeed in the end? Not really. But did it matter? To me, even losing, I won. Because it made me realize that home is where the heart is.
He pauses for a second. Trying to get his words in a bearing for a few seconds, before lifting his head up and belting out with ALL of his heart!
HARDAWAY: And my heart is RIGHT HERE AT FRONTIER GRAPPLING ARTS!
The crowd completely gets unglued at the announcement. Technically, it wasn’t an announcement, with losing at Unsanctioned and everything, but I guess he just wanted to just that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he was staying at FGA. Also, it seemed to be a great joke at the expense of somebody who just left for another company and used the same “home is where the heart is” speel. Hardaway laughs though, as the crowd goes into a “HARDAWAY” chant and a “F-G-A!” chant at the same time.
HARDAWAY: Figured you all would love that.
But I’m not here to just show off my colors. I’m here to talk about somebody who decided to change his colors. A man that the second I mention his name, you’re all going to hate me for even saying his name, even though…he’s right. He is the only man to hold both FGA AND GFC Championship belts. A man who is decorated in his craft. I’m here to talk about one, Chandler Scott.
Just like that, the crowd does boo at Hardaway’s dropping of said name, but it’s not like he scoffs at it. He just waits for it to die down and then speaks again.
HARDAWAY: The man that everybody can say cost me my chance to wrestle once again at Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and the person who like I said, finally broke my arm that was bothering me for the better part of the decade. A man who WANTS respect. A man who NEEDS respect. All because he did a few things that nobody ever thanked him for. Cry me a freakin’ river, Scott. You want to know how many times I’ve won titles, or did accomplishments, or what have you, and didn’t get an ounce of recognition for it? More than you can count. You didn’t get one simple thank you for winning that GFC World Heavyweight Championship, huh? Fair enough. I’ll be a gentleman and offer up my thanks. It’s a hell of a title and I worked hook, line, and sinker to become the first ever GFC Champion. So yeah, I’ll give you that. That’s it though.
Because instead of actually nodding your head, defending that belt like any normal person would and earning your keep at it, you keep complaining that it’s not enough. Apparently you’re getting just as screwed as Gabriel Gambino did during his run. So you bolted from here. Instead of trying to become the very first guy to hold BOTH the FGA and GFC titles at the same time and perhaps inserting yourself into the Frontier Lions Cup to prove your worth as one of the very best in this company, you ran with your tail between your legs because they offer the silver platter there. So good on you.
Hardaway pretends to clap, as the people keep booing and even a “FUCK YOU CHANDLER!” chant rings out. Another laugh rings out of Hardaway.
HARDAWAY: Good on you for thinking that everybody here was brainwashed by me when all I did was walk into the FGA offices one faithful December day and signed my name on the dotted line. Not ONCE did I brainwash anybody, regardless of what you say, Chandler.
You know, let it be known that all of the actions, all of the words, every single thing that came out of my mouth during the FGA vs. FRONTIER war was not because of me. I had nothing to do with wanting to see FGA die a slow and horrible death. That was all your new boss’s idea, Chandler. Yeah, the fans over there are completely eating up Scott Mayo’s words now since he came back from a near-death stroke. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he’s okay. I’m glad he can come back from something as serious as this, but the man doesn’t deserve to even be working right now. But even so, that was HIS idea. He was the one with a petty little grudge because Pat Gordon Jr. accidentally signed the wrong contract. And guess who he texted for me to snuff him out. It was yours truly. I didn’t want to do it. But the slime ball blackmailed me, what else could I do? He was going to fire me right then and there.
So do yourself a favor, Chandler and just keep an eye out just in case Mayo tries anything funny. Because he’s KNOWN for doing things that are only relevant to him. And it’s not just me that he’s had trouble with. It was others.
It was Kenchi Yamamoto.
Crowd cheers for him.
It was Alex Jones.
Mixed reaction for him. Cheers and boos.
It was even your BFF Gabriel Gambino that had troubles with him.
Massive boos ring out for him.
HARDAWAY: And even Pat Gordon Jr. saw it in my eyes that I didn’t mean the stuff coming out of my mouth, that it was all based off a script force fed to me by Mayo. And look what we did. We put out one of the best matches of the entire year. With one of the best moments that people still talk about to this day. The one that has almost 500,000 hits on YouTube because it was such a memorable moment. Do people still talk about you winning the GFC World Title? I bet…but not as much as people talk about somebody head butting me in mid-air. That was the first sign that I saw that FGA was better for me. Not because of the fact that I get to wrestle near home, but because it made the spark in me come alive. What have you done since then to get that spark back in you? Break my fucking arm?
Hardaway goes to the camera that’s filming him and he raises his arm. A minor scar that’s still healing, but nonetheless, not broken anymore. At 100%
HARDAWAY: Well guess what, Scott? I’m here to lay the gauntlet down. My arm is officially at 100%. My body is officially at 100%. You want to go out of your way to make sure that on August 25th, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER tries to put FGA out of our misery? Go ahead. You try. You try to go out of your way to brainwash people from here to join YOUR crusade. I saw what you did to Alexia. You have some of the best talent in the world over at FRONTIER, there’s no need to bring people from here to believe in your cause.
So listen to me, Alexia darling…hell, anybody else that is currently being booked for Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER that is employed here. And that includes you, Pat…listen up.
Hardaway goes to the camera one more time, as kind of a State of the Union address, and smiles wide. Smiles evilly. He knows something is up.
HARDAWAY: Chandler Scott is a fucking mad man. He wants to prove to the world that he…AND ONLY HE…is the greatest of all time. The second his belief rings true, you all are dead in the water where you stand. Not here. Not here in Frontier Grappling Arts. So to Alexia, to Pat, to anybody even there in the back. Our time is now. Our time is needed.
I’m laying the challenge down. August 25th, we finally see who the better man is, Scott.
ME or YOU.
US or THEM.
It’s war.
— /VIDEO —
So Hardaway responds and all the signs point to Hardaway vs. Scott on August 25th. That should be a fantastic match!
Now, back to the ring!
Michael Hopkins vs. Mia Scott
Mia comes out first. Hopkins is out, streamers for him as he enters the ring. Apparently he has a few fans here! Nice to see the two young Brits follow the code of respect. They lock up and we’re off!
Hopkins has the arm of Mia for a few seconds before it’s reversed. Takedown and a side headlock on Mia. Hopkins out and a faceoff. Arm drags by Mia and back to their feet. Shoulder tackle by Mia but Hopkins gets a body slam. Spinning body slam now and gets a 2 count. Rear chin lock on Mia and they’re up to their feet. Mia tosses Hopkins to the outside.
They exchange positions and Mia goes back in the ring where Hopkins is and slaps him. They trade shots and Mia throws Hopkins out. Double axe handle to the outside. Reversed Irish Whip and Hopkins hops up on the apron and hits a European uppercut to Mia. Mia back in. Misses a running baseball slide. SUICIDE DIVE BY HOPKINS! Rolls Mia back in and gets a 1 count only!
Exchange of strikes and Hopkins gets a backslide for two. Mia hits a neck breaker. Three pin attempts yield her 2 counts every time. Mia hits a Northern Lights Suplex for 2. Hooks the leg and gets 2 again. Chinlock by Mia but Hopkins gets out. Hopkins sent outside though and MIA HITS A SUICIDE DDT!! “Holy shit” say the fans.
Back inside the ring and Hopkins fights out of a suplex. Tries for one of his own. Mia floats out and hits a German suplex instead for another two count. Mia up top. She goes for a senton but her back lands on Hopkins’ knees! Exchange of blows and Hopkins gets the upper hand.
Running dropkick from Hopkins and then he drives Mia into the middle turnbuckle. Mia takes him down with a clothesline. Kip up into a C-4 by Hopkins!! 2 count only!! That looked sweet! Hopkins not happy that didn’t end the match and doesn’t notice his opponent recovering. Back up and Mia gets a DDT. Goes for a Fulham Broadside (Shining Wizard) but Hopkins rolls out of the way.
Mia gets a jumping knee to the head from the second rope! Mia goes for what appears to be the Anaconda Vise! Hopkins manages to reach out and touches the bottom rope, forcing Mia to release the hold. Mia gets some strikes and tries to take him up top for the Circle Line (Shiranui)! But Hopkins reverses into a standing Shiranui on the canvas! Another two count! He again feels he should have had three and again Mia recovers. Hopkins is on his knees talking to the ref, turns and is met by his opponent… FULHAM BROADSIDE!!! 1…2…3!!!
Your winner, Mia Scott!
Well that was one hell of a contest! These two young British athletes just gave it their all and in the end there was so little in it… kudos to the two of them, can’t wait to see what comes next for them both. Nice sign of respect from Hopkins afterwards as he offers his hand to Mia Scott, who accepts.
And without further ado, let’s head straight back to the ring for our next contest.
Summer Collins vs. Adrian Voigt
Summer starts off with a bang and surprises Adrian with a flurry of offense, involving clotheslines and kicks. After a while, Voigt manages to catch one of her legs during a kick and perform a Dragon Screw Legwhip right into a simple Kneebar. Summer reaches the ropes, but Voigt can’t help himself but to slap her butt before breaking the hold. That makes Summer angry and she brings Voight down with an Enzuigiri and then hits an Asai Moonsault for a nearfall. Adrian goes for a Clothesline but Summer counters into a Crippler Crossface, but Voigt manages to roll Collins on her shoulders to get a nearfall as well. He catches Summer off guard with an Elbow Shot to the temple and drops her with a Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex for 2.
Voigt locks in a Camel Clutch, but Summer sends several elbow shots to the side of his torso and then manages to stand up. Adrian still has the hold on her, but only until The Money Clip Stunner from Collins who gets another 2 count after that move. She goes for a Shining Wizard, but Voigt counters into a Small Package and gets a nearfall as well. He has a waistlock on his opponent and wants to hit a German Suplex, but Summer breaks the hold with elbow shots to Adrian’s hands. She then rocks him with a beautiful Pelé Kick and locks him in the Million Dollar Dream. Voigt tries to fight off, but after a while he passes out.
Your winner, Summer Collins!
Another impressive win for Summer Collins, this girl is on a roll! Voigt had a good night two weeks ago but he looked off the pace in this one.
Now it’s time for a very special match between two great performers!
Pat Gordon Jnr. vs. Jay Pride
The bell rings, both Jay Pride and Pat Gordon Jnr. already inside of the ring, exchanging a handshake and mutual words of respect. The referee steps in as both back away. He instructs the two to begin grappling, and the two lock up. Pat Gordon takes an early advantage by breaking out of a Jay Pride side headlock, using a hammerlock to bend Pride down. Pride escapes by spinning out of the pressure, attempting a waistlock. Gordon pulls Pride to the ropes, using them to push Pride off his back. When Pat comes back in, Jay goes for a quick Japanese armdrag. Pat snaps back to his feet quickly, scooping Jay into an armdrag of his own. Both men snap to their feet once again, standing off to a vocally approving crowd.Gordon and Pride only nod and smile while looking around the arena briefly, both men still circling in the ring and keeping their arms up, and eyes locked on one another.
Jay goes low, trying to take Gordon down. Pat sprawls, able to catch Pride in a front face lock to retain a standing base. Pride stands as well, Pat transferring his grip into a hammerlock to assist him as well as torque more pressure on the shoulder. Jay struggles, stepping from side to side as Pat Gordon Jr. retains the hold. Pat returns to a side headlock, and steps forward to land a bulldog, planting Jay Pride into the canvas. He keeps the side headlock on, taking his time in getting back up (Jay being hauled along for the ride.) Pat and Jay step back to the ropes, where Jay catches his footing and slingshots Pat across the ring, breaking the side headlock. Pat bounces off the ropes, swinging a clothesline at Jay and missing. Jay also runs off to the opposite ropes as well, both Gordon and Pride coming back at the same time. Pat attempts another clothesline, but Pride’s high knee is what makes impact. Pat hits the canvas as Jay bounces to the ropes. Gordon rolls over as Pride leaps over him, going to the ropes again. When Pride returns, Pat takes him down with a single leg, then as Jay struggles, quickly picks him back up…and throws him over his head with a release capture suplex! Many in the front row rush closer to the ring to see Jay cringe from the impact, as Pat goes down for a quick over, only getting a count of two.
Gordon pulls Jay to his feet, using the hammerlock to pick Jay up into the air and drop him clean onto his shoulders in a backdrop suplex, holding on for another count. At two and a half, Jay is able to roll out. Both men rise to their feet, Jay stumbling with his back foot for a half of a second. Gordon waits for Jay to come at him, locking up with Jay and hiptossing him down to the canvas. Gordon transitions into a sleeper hold, looking serious enough for the referee to kneel down and check for a submission. Despite the significant amount of Pat Gordon Jnr. fans in attendance, a large chant is started for Jay Pride through the arena.
Through a few stmps and claps, Pride gets his strength back and begins to fight his way out of the hold. Getting to one knee, then to his feet, finally breaking the hold and pulling Pat into a hammerlock of his own, drawing a major cheer from the crowd! Gordon reverses into a waistlock, but Jay is able to slip away, transitioning into an arm ringer. He snaps a leg out, planting a swift and stiff kick into Pat’s back…then pulling him up by the same arm and flinging him over with a spinning armbar takedown! The crowd is on their feet as Jay covers…but Pat Gordon Jnr. kicks out at two and three quarters, and this match will continue!
Using a front facelock after turning the man over, Jay Pride uses a front face lock to pull Pat Gordon Jnr. to his feet. He attempts a vertical suplex, but Pat blocks it. Pat pushes Jay away, then lands a swinging neckbreaker. After pulling Jay to his feet, Pat brings Jay’s arm behind him. Pat swings Jay Pride into the air and drops him with a scoop slam, the hammerlock still applied. Pat goes down for a cover, but Jay is able to once again kick out at two. Pat rolls Jay over, quickly going for a cross-faced chicken wing as many of the fans in attendance begin to cheer, recognizing the Pat Lock. While Jay’s arm is hooked in, Pat is not able to secure Jay’s face. Suddenly, Jay Pride slips out of Pat’s grasp and gets behind him in a rear waistlock! Pride brings Pat Gordon Jnr. up…and down with a beautiful briding German suplex! The referee counts…but Pat Gordon Jnr. kicks out! Both men have to take a moment on the canvas, the crowd roaring for both men to get up, with dueling “Let’s go Gordon!” “Let’s go Pride!” chants running amok.
Gordon and Pride hook up, exchange blows and it’s Pat that gets the upper hand, connecting with some knees to the face of his opponent. He twists Pride around, looking for a reverse DDT. But Pride, with his body bent backwards in the grasps of Gordon, suddenly jerks forward to a vertical base, and he’s taken Pat with him as he lifts him onto his shoulders!!! PRIDE EATER!!! 1..2…3!!!
Your winner, Jay Pride!
What the hell!? How on Gods green Earth did Jay Pride just do that! The power!
— VIDEO —
People are on their feet and cheering for both competitors. Jay and Pat shake hands as they get on their feet, but suddenly “Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon and the history repeats itself as Adam Stryker once again comes storming down the ramp with a steel chair in hand. He slides in the ring and immediately focuses on PGJR.
SMASH!
The Loose Cannon swings and connects, knocking Gordon down with a monster shot to his left arm! Stryker stands over the downed Boston Bruiser. He reaches down to stretch out Pat’s hurt arm and readies the chair…
But just as Adam is about to strike, he’s spun around by Jay Pride! The World of Sport Special! Pride levels him with his trademark pendulum lariat!
As quickly as he came to the ring, Stryker rolls out and people cheer once again as Pride helps Gordon back to his feet. Pat balls up his fists, yelling “Come on!” at at The SoCal Switchblade, but Adam shakes his head in disapproval and walks away. “The Foggy Dew” reprises and Pat and Jay enjoy the cheers from the crowd once again.
— /VIDEO —
Well that was a sour aftertaste to an otherwise classic encounter!
And speaking of classics, that’s just what I hope this next match will be.
Shoot Kings vs. Moore Punk
Madman and Seth start, and they’re dancing round each other. They exchange grapples, jockying for advantage. They spin round each other’s bodies like mating flies as they battle for control of the leverage. Moore beautifully reverses a pumphandle into a hammerlock, but Madman kneels and rolls Seth over his shoulders. He goes for a kick, but Moore backrolls away and as soon as he rises, pounces forward into a front chancery! Madman still has plenty left in the tank at this early stage, however, so he just shrugs and powers forward to ram Seth against the ropes. Graham tags and hops to the top rope, then leaps out in a double foot stomp to the top of Seth’s head!
A belly-to-belly and a lionsault net a two count, but Seth is able to fight back with a back suplex to create separation. The agile Clauson lands on his feet and goes for a German suplex, but Seth is able to turn that into a sitting jawbreaker. He turns and points at something in the stands, in absolute shock. Graham sighs and shakes his head. An insistent Seth points 2: point harder. Graham’s face just reads, “Do you think I’m stupid?” Seth pulls a “you can’t blame a guy for trying” shrug, then pops Graham in the jaw with a sudden cheap right fist. Inside cradle for a near fall. Both back up, trading fast strikes and attempted grapples – Moore with an enzuigiri but Clauson ducks it, counters with a neckbreaker, and lands THE RELAPSE OF ROBERT DOWNEY, JR! Seth rolls to his corner where Drake tags himself in.
Drake comes in like a house on fire with a flurry of hard stikes (but not The Divine Flurry… obviously he’s saving himself). He caps it all off with a complete shot for a modest two count. As Hunter lifts Clauson to his feet, he taunts Madman provocatively. It works, provoking Madman into… er, belting out Come On Eileen. Drake gives him a thorough “WTF?” look which just makes Szalinski sing even louder. Drake drops Graham and steps closer to Madman menacingly, and the Punk and the Anomaly stare at each other, eyes locked with masked eyes…
Dexys is still echoing around the inside of the building, by the way.
Drake sneers and turns away from Madman, straight into a savate kick powerful enough to knock both Drake and Graham off their feet. Hunter rolls through and hits the ropes, but Clauson kips up into a koppu kick! RA’S AL GHUL! That gets a near fall, and he tags Madman back in. Drake retreats to his corner to get his bearing back, and Madman – you guess it – goes for the Tecmo Elbows. The crowd chant out the “HUT! HUT! HUT!” along with him, even though not all of the British fans actually get the reference. Seth Moore obviously doesn’t enjoy this as much as everyone else, and he grabs Madman by the mask and drops to ringside, snapping The Human Anomaly’s throat across the top rope. As Madman stumbles away gagging for breath, Drake charges out with a running dropkick, which in fine wrestling tradition takes us to the double down.
While Graham bangs on the ropes, hypes the crowd and does all the other stuff the inactive face team member does to encourage the hot tag, Seth just pulls a ‘fuck this noise’ expression and hits the ring, stomping Madman. Ignoring the ref’s admonishment, he double underhooks him, presumably in readiness for Moore Than a Feeling. But he’s knocked down as Graham leaps across the ring in a diving leg lariat! Seth pulls himself up on the ropes, and Graham clotheslines him out, so hard he bowls himself over the ropes too. Madman stands up straight again and looks around, and asks the crowd what just happened, prompting a laugh. But what’s not funny is Drake rolling Madman up. 1… 2… kickout! Madman rolls through and pulls Drake up, but Drake rolls through as well and stands up with Madman draped over his shoulders! Death in Advance – NO! Madman drops to his feet and avoids the knee, and replies with the SCOOPSTONE! That’s all, folks!
Your winners, Graham Clauson and Madman Szalinski… The Shoot Kings!!
And that surely catapults the Kings into contention for a shot at the Tag champs, whoever they may be by the time the night is out!
But before we can get to that tag title match we have a big match between Alexia Brandt and the man who’s been trying to convincer her to side with FRONTIER over FGA, GFC Champion Chandler Scott.
— VIDEO —
The opening strains of Emilie Autumn’s “Fight Like a Girl” play out over the Burgess Hall sound system and the crowd give an appreciative pop as Alexia Brandt steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in her usual ring gear as well as a plain white hoody zipped up to her neck. In her left hand she also carries a plastic bag filled with what appears to be a bundle of clothes, a surprising thing to bring to the ring for a match. Nevertheless the crowd cheers as Alexia raises a fist in greeting and eagerly hold out their hands for high fives, which Alexia gladly slaps (albeit only with her free hand) as she heads down to the ring.
Foregoing her usual athletic entrance, Alexia simply slides in between the top and middle rope and motions for a mic. As soon as she has one she steps into the middle of the ring and places the bag at her feet, waiting for her music to fade.
Brandt: I know you guys are impatient for my match with Chandler Scott, but please bear with me, I’ve got some business that needs to be dealt with, and I want to make sure it’s out in the open and public, not behind closed doors where rumour and gossip can confuse the issue.
Usually wrestling fans aren’t the most patient group, but in this case they seem to understand what Alexia’s request and the few boos are quickly silenced.
Brandt: As a lot of you know, Pro Wrestling FRONTIER and Frontier Grappling Arts have renewed their old rivalry, and no matter what Scott Mayo has said, it’s just as vicious as last time, if not more so. You’ve all heard what Chandler Scott had to say at the last FRONTIER show, and last week Kevin Hardaway had his own two cents to throw into the mix.
A chant of “K-Hard! K-Hard!” echoes through the crowd and Alexia pauses, adjusting the mic cable and waiting for the chant to die down before she continues.
Brandt: Now, I like a good fight as much as the next person, but unfortunately this situation has put me in a very uncomfortable spot. Last FRONTIER show, Chandler Scott made me an offer, one I’m sure he felt I couldn’t refuse: to cut my ties with Frontier Grappling Arts and stand alongside him and the rest of FRONTIER as they worked to destroy FGA for all the perceived slights against them.
The crowd gives a very mixed reaction to this; some cheer out of company pride, but others can’t let Chandler Scott off the hook and happily boo at the mention of his name.
Brandt: Thing is though, an offer like that has another side to it; if I rejected Chandler’s offer, then for all intents and purposes I was siding with FGA, and would have to walk away from FRONTIER and all of you.
There’s no question this is a cheap appeal to the crowd, but the fans eat it up and soon a chant of “PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO!” builds up, causing Alexia to lower her mic for a moment and wipe at an eye before steeling herself and pressing on.
Brandt: So what exactly is a girl to do? Do I go with the dark and brooding FGA, or do I choose the exotic and mysterious FRONTIER? According to some rather awful teen novels, making that decision is facilitated by T-shirts, so I decided to print some up.
As she says this Alexia reaches into the plastic bag at her feet and pulls out its contents, which turn out to be two black women’s T-shirts, one screen printed with the words “Team FGA” in red on it, and the other with “Team FRONTIER” in white. The crowd laughs appreciatively at the joke and claps their approval, and a small chant of “TEAM FRONTIER! TEAM FRONTIER!” takes hold, giving Alexia enough time to lay both shirts at her feet and lift the mic back to her lips.
Brandt: So, the choice before me is clear, and there’s someone who has been waiting very patiently in the back so Chandler, why don’t you come down here. I want to give my decision to you in person so we both know exactly where we stand before we start our match.
“Ride of the Valkyries” blast out from the PA and Chandler Scott steps through the curtain, greeted by a chorus of boos that he barely acknowledges. Instead he merely adjusts the GFC World Championship belt on his shoulder and walks down to the ring, grinning from ear to ear as he looks at Alexia standing in the middle of the ring. Before he even climbs into the ring he motions for the timekeeper to hand him another house mic, holding out a hand impatiently until he finally gets one. Finally he steps through the ropes and stands across from Alexia, his grin once again plastered on.
Scott: FINALLY. Finally you make up your mind. I’ll tell you, Alexia, I was beginning to wonder if I was wasting my breath. This really is such a simple choice, and frankly I’m amazed I put as much effort in as I did just to point out the obvious decision.
Alexia lifts up her mic to speak, but Chandler turns to the side and continues.
Scott: But now that I think about it, I understand. For someone as new to this sport as you are, I’m sure the attention you were getting from both companies was an experience you wanted to prolong as long as possible. It’s nice to feel wanted, doesn’t it?
Chandler turns back to Alexia, as if waiting for a response, but the minute she moves to speak he goes right back to talking.
Scott: Of course it does! And that’s why I’m glad you’ve chosen to side with us here in Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. I mean, look at the opportunities you’ve received with this company: a shot at the Commonwealth Championship at the last show, and now you’re in the ring with the Global Frontier Crown World Champion! FGA never gave you the opportunities FRONTIER has, and now that this little dalliance with the Bad Boy of wrestling is over you can move forward in what I’m sure will be a much healthier and respectful working relationship, with us.
Chandler opens his arms wide as if offering Alexia a hug, but the young woman doesn’t move to embrace him, instead she simply crosses her arms over her chest and looks at Chandler with an unamused expression.
Scott: Well? Go on, toss away that ugly FGA shirt. My eyes hurt just looking at it.
Brandt: You know what, Chandler, you’re right. FRONTIER’s given me a lot of opportunities. The Commonwealth Championship match is probably the highlight of my career so far; the chance to be in the main event is something every combat athlete dreams of, and if it wasn’t for FRONTIER I wouldn’t have had that. And it’s true that I’m standing in the ring with the GFC World Champion. I owe FRONTIER a lot.
Chandler nods, indicating once again for Alexia to pick up the Team FRONTIER shirt, but Alexia gives Chandler a taste of his own medicine and turns away from him, continuing to speak.
Brandt: But I also owe FGA a lot. FGA showed me I had what it takes to be a success in this sport when I made it to the final four of the Gold Rush Rumble. FGA gave me the opportunity to push myself to my very limits both physically and emotionally at All Star Showdown 2 when they agreed to my request for a Dog Collar match against Johnny Blayze. FRONTIER gives me opportunities, yes, but in FGA I EARN them.
Chandler’s mouth twitches, his jovial demeanour starting to slip as he hears Alexia gush about FGA. Speaking again, his words come out through clenched teeth.
Scott: So is that your answer Alexia? You want to turn down all of this, just so you can destroy yourself in a desperate attempt to prove yourself to a company that doesn’t respect you? Because that’s what will happen. You’ll give your heart to them, your loyalty to them, and instead of giving you an ounce of appreciation, they’ll spit in your face and embrace people that HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN BE THERE!!!
Chandler catches himself and takes a breath before continuing, much calmer.
Scott: Think carefully about what you’re doing, Alexia, I would hate for you to regret it.
Visibly stunned by Chandler’s outburst, Alexia remains silent for a moment, but steels herself.
Brandt: I have thought about it, Chandler. I spent two weeks thinking about it. Hell, if I had a month I would still be thinking about it, but you kept hounding me, and needling me until I realized I had to make a choice NOW. It isn’t fun when someone gives you an ultimatum, Chandler. It isn’t fun when someone wants to force you into a monogamous relationship when you’re not ready.
Alexia takes a deep breath, looking out at the fans who look back, anxiously waiting on her next words.
Brandt: So here’s my decision, Chandler: SCREW Monogamy!
With that Alexia reaches up to the zipper of her hoody and pulls down, revealing a third t-shirt, this one white, with the words Team LION written in red, eliciting a loud pop of surprise from the crowd, and a look of utter shock and anger from Chandler.
Scott: You…you…SLUT!!!!
As he yells this Chandler charges forward, driving Alexia to the mat and begins wailing on her with closed fists as the bell rings, signalling the start of the match.
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Chandler Scott vs. Alexia Brandt – non-title match
Chandler and Alexia lock up and circle. The two grapple for control and exchange armbars. Alexia gets a chinlock but Chandler moves to the ropes. The clean break is broken up with a slap to Chandler’s face. Chandler with an armbar but Alexia flips through and locks in her own armbar. Chandler flips through but Alexia catches him, goes for a bridge but Chandler reverses through again. Alexia takes down Chandler in a headlock but Chandler with a headscissors to get out. Chandler ducks an Alexia chop and then Alexia ducks a Chandler kick. Good opening exchange, the crowd applauding both, although I think they’re leaning more to Brandt than Scott at this stage.
Chandler with a headlock but Alexia sends him into the ropes. Chandler ducks through and wraps up Alexia for a two count. Chandler with a Harvard surfboard. Alexia counters it into a stretch submission hold. The two are on their feet and Chandler locks in an armbar. Chandler elbows and chops his way out. Alexia launches herself into the ropes but Chandler is too quick and runs across hitting her with a BIG dropkick. Chandler goes for an ankle lock but Alexia kicks him outside the ring.
Alexia leaps over the top but Chandler moves back into the ring. Chandler sets up a baseball slide to the outside but Alexia moves out of the way. Alexia with a chop but Chandler hits several hard kicks. Alexia fights back and sends Chandler into the ring barricade. Alexia with a kick and a chop. Now the two exchange chops but Alexia gets the better, dropping Chandler. Chandler back up and throws Alexia into the barricade before charging in with a vicious charging knee lift! That was nasty.
Chandler takes Alexia back into the ring. He looks for a Valediction but Alexia escapes and catches him with an unexpected elbow smash that rocks him Alexia with a bridging German suplex and gets a two count. Alexia is slapping Chandler, shouting at him. Chandler gets pissed and hits a belly to back suplex, dropping Alexia onto her head. Both are back up and trade punches, kicks and chops. Finally, Chandler delivers a big kick to Alexia’s head that takes down Brandt. Alexia is somehow up first and whips Chandler into the buckle. She charges but Chandler blocks it, sending Alexia over and out of the ring once more.
She takes her time but slides back into the ring. Chandler heads up top and hits a huge missile dropkick for two. Both competitors are tiring now and staggering a little. Chandler charges for a clothesline but meets an Alexia Triple Shot (2 shoot kicks to the chest followed by a spinning enzuigiri to the head). Alexia charges in with a clothesline but Chandler counters and rolls through with a crucifix for two. Chandler goes for a kick but Alexia ducks it, leg sweeps Chandler and hits a shoot kick for two.
Alexia sends Chandler into the ropes and charges with a knee smash. Alexia throws herself into the ropes, Scott quickly follows but Alexia sees it, spins around, kicks him and hits the Rape Whistle (handspring enzuigiri). Alexia charges but Chandler catches her with a lariat!
He drags Alexia to her feet. Chandler with a punch. Alexia with a punch. Chandler with a forearm. Alexia with a chop. Chandler with a kick. Alexia with a chop. Chandler with a kick. Alexia chop., Chandler kick. Chandler with rapid fire kicks and then Alexia with rapid fire chops. Back to Chandler with 10 hard kicks. Chandler walks to the opposite corner but Alexia immediately charges with another Rape Whistle! Alexia hits a snap DDT and gets two. The Crowd chanting “This is Awesome.”
Alexia gets Chandler up and sets up for the 51% (Single Knee Facebreaker). But Chandler escapes her grasps… HARVARD HAMMER!!! And that’s enough to win Chandler this match!
Your winner, Chandler Scott!
A big win for Chandler, although Alexia Brandt came close to upsetting him here. She’s making a habit of that. And I’m sure this isn’t the end of the line for these two either, there’s bad blood building here.
Speaking of bad blood, it’s time to get those damn Godfathers of Wrestling out to the ring for our main event!
UK Dragons (c) vs. Godfathers of Wrestling (Collins & Lasiewicz) – GFC World Tag-Team Championships
Evangelista and Collins start. They trade holds and Collins gets the head scissors. Evangelista gets to the ropes. Collins hits a hurricanrana and tags to Lasiewicz. Laurel tags in and hits a knee to the gut. Evangelista tags back in and hits a bodyslam. Laurel tags in again and hits a dropkick out of the head scissors. Evangelista tags in once more and hits a big chop. Seriously speedy tags from the champs here.
Lasiewicz hits a vertical suplex for 2. Collins tags in and hits a back elbow. He puts on a chinlock and hits an elbow in the corner. He hits a snap suplex for 2. Lasiewicz tags in and he chops the hell out of his opponent. Evangelista fights back with chops of her own and tags to Laurel. Laurel hits a vertical suplex for 2. She hits an elbowdrop for another 2. Evangelista tags in and hits a fisherman suplex for 2. Lasiewicz dumps her to the floor but Laurel keeps him from diving out with a clothesline. The referee seems to have lost track of what’s going on and that makes Laurel the legal competitor until she tags back out to Evangelista. The champs hit a double back suplex for 2. Laurel tags in and hits a slingshot splash for 2. Evangelista back in and hits a backbreaker. She nails the Pinay Legsweep (Tornado into side Russian legsweep, without touching the ground) for a long 2. The champs seem desperate to retain here.
Evangelista puts on a Texas cloverleaf but Lasiewicz gets to the ropes. Laurel tags in and hits the corner elbow for 2. Lasiewicz hits a leg lariat and tags to Collins as the Godfathers attempt to swing the momentum in their favour. Collins hits a dropkick for 2. He hits a NASTY fisherman buster for 2. Lasiewicz tags in and hits a springboard leg lariat for 2. The champs hit Collins with a double backbreaker and a chop/brainbuster combo for 2. Evangelista tags in and gets hit with a forearm. Collins tags in and gets hit with an overhead suplex. Laurel tags in and hits a slingshot senton. She hits a kick to the back for 2. Lasiewicz hits a knee to Laurel’s face on the apron and slingshots in with a double stomp for 2. Man, that looked painful.
Lasiewicz hits a gutwrench suplex and a kneedrop for 2. He puts on a chinlock and slams Laurel to the mat. Collins tags in and they hit a double shoulder tackle for 2. He puts on a dragon sleeper but Laurel fights out. Lasiewicz tags in and drop toeholds Laurel into the turnbuckle. Collins hits a running knee and Lasiewicz gets 2. Lasiewicz hits a kneedrop for 2. Collins tags in and they hit a double hiptoss. Laurel hits a chinbreaker but Lasiewicz cuts off the tag in awesome fashion. He hits a legsweep for 2. Laurel tosses Lasiewicz into Collins and makes the tag to Evangelista. Evangelista cleans house on the Godfathers, hitting an enziguiri on Collins and a back bodydrop on Lasiewicz. She hits a dropkick on Collins, sending him out of the ring under the ropes, and a palm strike to solar plexus on Lasiewicz before clotheslining him over the ropes to the floor. Laurel hits A SPRINGBOARD ARABIAN PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO THE GODFATHERS!
The crowd goes wild as they all recover. Eventually Evangelista rolls Lasiewicz back into the ring and hits a Hangman’s neckbreaker for a long 2. Laurel is back up and the champs hit a double uranage backbreaker but Lasiewicz powers back to his feet and hits back with a sick German suplex. The Godfathers hit a powerbomb/neckbreaker combo on Evangelista for 2. Collins hits a hurricanrana on Evangelista and follows with a Yakuza kick for 2. Laurel dumps Lasiewicz to the floor before hitting Collins with a corner dropkick and Evangelista follows with the Stevie G for 2. They hit a suplex/diving crossbody combo for 2 when Lasiewicz saves his partner by breaking up the count.
Lasiewicz dumps the champs to the floor and follows them out with a suicide plancha! Back in the ring Collins hits Evangelista with a Polish Hammer, but she pops right up. Unfortunately for her she pops right up into a Polish Hammer from Andreas Lasiewicz! It looks over as he covers but Laurel makes the save at 2!
Lasiewicz takes Laurel out of the ring and nails her with a DDT on the ramp before he runs back into the ring where Collins has Evangelista up on his shoulders. Lasie hits a springboard clothesline on an elevated Evangelista for another close 2 count.
The GoW go for the same move on Laurel but she ducks the clothesline and hits a REVERSE HURRICANRANA ON COLLINS!! Evangelista boots Lasiewicz to the floor and hits a DDT on Collins. She hits him with THE HEADBREAKER (Uranage backbreaker, but with head landing on knee)!!! And Laurel is airborne… STRONGER THAN DIRT (Corkscrew shooting star elbow drop)!!! And that’s all over, the champs get the pin, although Lasiewicz was damn close to breaking it up!
Your winners, and STILL GFC World Tag Team Champions, Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista… The UK Dragons!
Wow, what a match! And what a way to end the show, a great display from these two teams. The crowd were on their feet as this one came to a close.
Well that’s all the action for this time, join us again in another couple of weeks!