This past weekend was time, once again, for the stars of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER to shine on iPPV! We rolled in to Glasgow with one hell of a show and it went down exceptionally well with the live crowd. So join us as we take a look back at the results!
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White: Hello everybody! We’re live in Glasgow, Scotland! Five thousand strong are here tonight!
After panning around the crowd, the camera now shifts to in front of Dave White, seated at the commentator’s table in his trademark suit.
White: This one’s live on internet Pay Per View!
The crowd continues to scream and cheer, as Madman Szalinski slides in from the side to take a seat at the table beside Dave.
White: We’ve got a sixty minute Iron Man match for the GFC World Heavyweight title, we have a GFC Commonwealth title match…what are you doing here?
Madman shrugs, adjusting his mask and the collar of his T-shirt.
Madman: Hey now, I paid for this seat, brother!
White: I guess so! And we have Madman Szalinski joining us on commentary!
Madman: Don’t get used to it. I actually have somebody better in mind to take this chair on a permanent basis. But until then, you’re stuck with me and Dave here!
White: Well, then, let’s get started!
Madman: Let’s!
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So, yes, the iPPV viewers were treated to our co-owner Madman Szalinski on co-commentary duties. It was an interesting experience, to say the least, and I’ll be making sure to add in some of the things he said into this report.
I’m also interested in just who he has in mind for a permanent commentary position. I guess we’ll have to wait and see on that one.
So let’s get to the in-ring action with our opening match of the night…
Xristus vs. Shane Tallin
Referee Sal Mancini calls for the bell and the match is underway. The two lock up and test their strength until Tallin pushes Xristus back into the ropes and knees him in the gut. Club to the back by Tallin and an elbow drop. And another. And a quick cover, Xristus kicks out at one.
DAVE WHITE: Tallin showing he’s got a little strength, Madman.
MADMAN SZALINSKI: Yeah, too early for the pin, though. Easy kick-out from Xristus.
Shane pulls Xristus up but a knee to the gut gains the debutant a momentary advantage. Irish whip by Xristus. He goes for a hip toss but Shane reverses it into his own hip toss. Drop toe hold by Tallin. He runs up Xristus’s back and does a sit down drop kick. Tallin climbs up on Xristus’s shoulders for a Camel Clutch but Xristus gets to his feet and falls backwards.
Xristus then pulls Tallin up and suplexes him over. Xristus picks Shane up and throws him into the corner. Xristus chops away on Tallin. Irish whip to the opposite corner by Xristus. As Tallin stumbles forward, Xristus rams him back into the corner with a high dropkick to the face. Assorted chops and punches in the corner by Xristus who pulls Tallin out and executes a back suplex. cover by Xristus.
1… 2…
MADMAN SZALINSKI: No!!! Tallin kicks out.
DAVE WHITE: And now a Texas Cloverleaf from Xristus!
Tallin powers up on his hands and manages to crawl to the ropes. Xristus goes for an Irish Whip but it is reversed by Tallin. Tallin goes for a drop kick but Xristus holds the ropes so Tallin misses. Xristus then misses a big elbow drop. Two right fists by Xristus. Irish whip by Tallin; reversed by Xristus. Belly to belly suplex by Xristus. Both men go for the abdominal stretch but Tallin gets it in first. Xristus counters it with a hip toss. Xristus sends Tallin to the corner and follows it up with some kicks to the mid-section. Irish whip to the opposite corner by Xristus and he charges behind. Tallin gets his feet up. Head scissors take over by Tallin followed by a drop kick. An Irish whip to the corner by Tallin followed by a splash and then a bulldog. A cover,
MADMAN SZALINSKI: One…. Two… NO!
DAVE WHITE: Nice stuff from Shane Tallin, I have to say. Obviously been training hard for this one.
Reversed Irish whip by Xristus. Baseball slide by Tallin. Tallin sets up an enziguri but Xristus ducks the kick and locks in an STF. Tallin eventually reaches the ropes but is injured by the move and is limping. Like a predator sensing blood Xristus kicks the leg out of Tallin as he steadies himself on the rope. Tallin lands hard on the back of his head. An knee drop to the temple by Xristus and he grapevines the leg, 1… 2… No!!! A kick-out from Tallin. As Xristus pulls him up he shoots him into the ropes and nails a Powerslam! He hooks the leg once more,
MADMAN SZALINSKI: One… Two… No! Tallin is out at two and a half.
DAVE WHITE: Xristus senses the win now, Madman.
MADMAN SZALINSKI: Yea, well he aint the only one!
Tallin gets to his feet and kicks Xristus who catches the foot. No! Enziguri by Tallin!! Xristus is to his feet but Tallin nails him with a nice roundhouse crescent kick. Xristus is down. Tallin to the top rope. Attempts the Down From the Sky (Shooting Star Senton)… No!!! Xristus rolls away! Shane lands hard on his back, Xristus follows up by dropping an elbow right into the spine. Xristus slaps on the Texas Cloverleaf. Tallin writhes in pain but gets to the ropes. Xristus brings him up only to send him down with a big DDT. Again the Cloverleaf. Tallin is in agony.
DAVE WHITE: Here we go, Szalinski. Surely Tallin’s back can’t take much more of this.
MADMAN SZALINSKI: You may be right, Dave, you may be right.
Tallin gets to the ropes. Sal Mancini breaks the hold. Xristus is up and suplexes Tallin after holding him up high for at least 10 seconds. He pulls up Tallin who can barely stand and whips him to the ropes. Tallin reverses and sends Xristus to the ropes. Xristus charges in, Tallin leaps over him. But as he lands he seems to jar his back and this gives Xristus a perfect opportunity to nail his finishing move! (Tara’s Widow’s Peak/Gory Neckbreaker)
DAVE WHITE: GOLGOTHA!!
MADMAN SZALINSKI: And that is all she wrote, DW!
A quick three count later this is, indeed, over.
Your winner, Xristus!
An impressive win from the debut boy here in Glasgow! Watch out FRONTIER, Xristus is here and he means business!
Now, let’s head to the back and catch up with another of FRONTIER’s stars…
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A fire door, at the back of the arena. Laurel Anne Hardy opens it and heads through, producing a cigarette from behind one ear and a lighter from behind the other. The moment she’s through the threshold she lights up. Through a cloud of smoke, she finds out she’s not alone behind the Braehead Arena.
Frank Wiland: ‘Fuck’s sake, can you get off my back, Mononoke?
She rolls her eyes as she leans against the wall on the opposite side of the door to the one Frank is on, enjoying a cigarette of his own.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh yeah. I took up smokin’ just to stalk you. Listen, Deez, can I wrestle my match this week without you interfering?
Frank Wiland: First off. Frank. No Deez anymore. Frank. Second… that was just a natural answer, okay? You poked the bear. So the bear picked you up and threw you away so you know you shouldn’t fuck with him next time.
Wiland shakes his head, taking another drag of the cig. She sighs.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You don’t get it, do you, Deez? It was never about me and you. Do you understand how hard it is for women to get taken seriously in this sport? Shit… in life in general? We don’t need men rushin’ to defend us over every little slight. We need to prove we can do it ourselves. We can’t do that if the guys are all… alpha maling every time one of us breaks a nail or gets called a mean word.
Frank chuckles ironically.
Frank Wiland: Look at Princess Mononoke turning into Virginia Woolf. Fuck that noise, Laurel, I know that you feel like a spokesmodel for all the ‘strong independent females’ in this sport, but you don’t have to mix that shit into my problems, comprende? If you wanna keep talking about that, go ahead, fly your ass to fucking Hyde Park or whatnot, get yourself a nice ol’ lectern and drag your vocal diarrhoea on and on for those few willing to listen… but don’t stick your coke-stained nose into the business of Franklin Wiland Jr., chica.
Laurel Anne Hardy: ‘Chica’. There we go. Sorry Deez, when I smell bullshit, I try to clean it up. I’ll respect your business as soon as you respect how hostile this sport is to women. You wanna beat the shit out of Nige an’ Rupes? Go ahead. Fuckers deserve it. But don’t make it seem like you were doin’ it for Yasmin because she couldn’t do it herself. You’re better than that. So’s she.
Frank takes another drag of his Camel cigarette and throws the butt into a nearby puddle. He folds his arms across the chest and grins.
Frank Wiland: There’s the magical word we’ve been waiting for the whole time. Respect. Laurie, sweetheart, you should get the fact that even though I can and do respect many female wrestlers… I just can’t respect you. Face it. You’re a glorified garbage wrestler. It bugs you that you can’t go toe to toe with the ‘big boys’ without having to smack them over their heads with a chair, choking them out with a chain and shit like that. You have success around here, people like you, okay, I get it, good for you. But no matter how many people chant your name, you can still NEVER match Frank Wiland.
She rolls her eyes at the ‘big boys’ line.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Funny, I was goin’ toe to toe with Michael Hopkins just fine until you got him disqualified.
She takes a long drag, exhales the smoke slowly, then says:
Laurel Anne Hardy: But hey… any time you wanna find out for yourself what kind of beatin’ I can lay down without the help of weapons, just holler, Deez.
Laurel butts out the cig and goes back into the arena. Camera zooms in on Wiland.
Frank Wiland: IT’S FRANK! NOT DEEZ!
The GHW star pulls another killing stick out of the pack and lights it.
Frank Wiland: Crazy bitch…
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Wiland and Laurel having a difference of opinion here in Glasgow. I don’t think we’ve seen or heard the last of this situation somehow, it’ll be interesting to see what comes from this.
Anyway, on to our next match, and it should be a cracker. Michael Hopkins was upset by a member of the Dirty Dozen a few weeks ago as The Betamax Kid picked up his first career win, and now he gets to go toe-to-toe with one of the most experienced members of the Dozen. Great Sato has had one hell of a career in Japan, he’s a legend there, but this is his UK singles debut and he’ll be looking to impress.
Michael Hopkins vs. The Great Sato
Sato was the first out for this match, getting a good reception from the Glasgow fans. Sato’s another cult favourite here, the fans knowing him from his time in Japan but yet to see him in person. Hopkins also got a good reception from the fans, he’s fast becoming a firm favourite here in FRONTIER. The two shook hands, adhering to the code of respect, and the match was soon underway.
Duelling chants of “Let’s Go Sato” and “Let’s go Dragon” started to build as the two men traded blows early on in this match. It was Sato who struck the first big blow after taking Hopkins to the mat with a big lariat and following up with a seated senton. But Hopkins fought himself back into the match with a European uppercut and a dropkick. A neck breaker got him a one count and a Samoan Drop managed a two count.
Sato fought back, blocking a kick by catching Hopkins’ leg. With The Welsh Dragon trapped Sato nailed a series of big right hands, finishing off with a legsweep that sent Hopkins crashing to the mat. Sato kept hold of the leg and turned his opponent into a single leg Boston Crab. Hopkins was trying to get to the ropes, clawing at the canvas to try and drag himself along the floor. But the strength of Sato meant Hopkins was going nowhere. The Welsh Dragon held on for a long time until Sato eventually released the hold.
Hopkins’ face showed that he was focused, if a little angry. After the way his match with Laurel ended two weeks ago he looked like someone wanting to do some damage. Some big chops and kicks rocked Sato, a dropkick to the knee brought the Japanese man down to one knee and Hopkins spotted the opportunity to pull off the Lets Play Football Bitch (Kicks to the chest and back of a knelt opponent then followed by a roundhouse kick to the head).
Sato was down and Hopkins was out to capitalise. He headed to the top rope, crouching on the turnbuckle as Sato slowly begins to get to his feet. As Sato turns round he is met by Hopkins… SUPERMAN PUNCH!!
White: He makes a cover but Sato kicks out at two!
Hopkins slaps the mat and asks the referee for a faster count, which gives Sato time to get his breath back a little. Hopkins grabs him and hoists him up, suplex! He holds on, swings the hips and pulls him up ready for a second suplex. But Sato floats out and grabs Hopkins from behind. He connects with an elbow to the back, spins Hopkins around and… FUJUYAMA DRIVER!
Szalinski: That was one hell of a reversal and the crowd are eating this up!
A “This is awesome” chant comes from one section of fans.
Sato was slow to make the cover, all the attacks from Hopkins seemed to have slowed him down somewhat. And that delay helped Hopkins who kicked out at two.
Hopkins slowly got back to his feet and Sato needed the ropes to help him back up, Welsh Dragon has obviously been wearing him down. Sato got behind Hopkins and grabbed him around the waist. He hoisted Hopkins off his feet and took him over with a dead lift German Suplex. The referee was standing in the wrong position and got hit by Hopkins flailing feet during the move and collapsed in a heap on the canvas, holding his head.
White: Hopkins gets back to his feet, and Sato checks on the referee.
Szalinski: There’s a kerfuffle in the front few rows of the crowd, could this be Laurel Anne Hardy come to interject again?
But no-one appears, leaving Hopkins confused and off guard. Sato grabs him and whips him into the ropes, but he flies back at Sato and nails the DRAGON TACKLE (Spear)!!
White: That took Sato out of his boots!
Szalinski: And Hopkins aint done yet, DW!
Michael Hopkins grabs Sato and before the Japanese star can do anything he’s locked in the Dim Dianc (Triangle Choke). There is literally no escape from this and, as much as Sato may try, he’s caught and not going anywhere. Before long he’s forced to tap out and this contest is over!
Your winner, Michael Hopkins!
An impressive win for Hopkins, making easy work of such a skilled and experienced opponent. After the match Hopkins had a few words for the Braehead crowd.
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Michael walks over to the corner of the ring and requests a mic. Once being handed one he walks back to the centre of the ring.
Michael: Right, now that I’ve shown The Great Sato that his greatness ended a long time ago I want to send a message to two men who tonight will battle each other for 60 minutes. Tonight you two will put on one hell of a wrestling match and the battle for the belt will be epic and when the dust is settled and the war is over only one of you will emerge victorious and that man is one unlucky sod. See I want whoever wins tonight to know that I am coming. I am coming to wage a war of my own. I am coming for the glory. I am coming for the GFC World Championship. Whether it be Jay Pride, the supposed best wrestler in the United Kingdom, (Michael uses air quotes and smiles) or it be the man that I detest most on God’s green Earth, Chandler Scott, I am coming. I don’t care if I have to wipe out the whole of the Dirty Dozen or end two Dragons. I don’t care if I have to eradicate the Godfathers and I don’t care if I have to knock some lame, ugly cheerleader off the top of a pyramid. I will go through everyone to get to whoever leaves this arena as Champion and there is no man or no woman on this planet that will stop me. I will be the World Champion and no disrespect to Jay Pride but out of shear selfishness I pray for a Chandler Scott victory tonight because for three years I have played second fiddle to that bastard and if anyone needs to end his reign of tyrany it is me. But Jay good luck and if you do walk out as Champion then I guess you will see who truly is the United Kingdom’s best wrestler because despite what you and your kin here in attendence think, it ain’t you.
So fans enjoy what will be a classic. Jay, Chandler I wil be waiting.
Michael drops the mic and leaves the ring.
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Well the fans in Glasgow certainly took exception to what Hopkins just said about Jay Pride, but other than that he just impressed a hell of a lot of people.
Now time for another big match as two of the ladies of FRONTIER go at it. But this won’t be any chick fight, this will be a hell of a contest between two great fighters!
Laurel Anne Hardy vs. Arcadia Chavez
Talk about a strange match. Laurel Anne Hardy isn’t exactly a typical female wrestler, and we all knew Arcadia Chavez was off her rocker even before this match, her debut. When Arcardia was first to hit the ring, even Dave White and Madman Szalinski fell silent, unsure what to make of her (and neither did a completely hushed crowd.) There were many cheers for Laurel Anne Hardy, but she ignored most of them. She just sauntered down tot he ring, slowly, step by step…
Madman: Look at Laurel’s face. She looks like she’s almost as crazy as Arcadia!
White: Laurel looks half catatonic, half shell shocked..
Laurel grins a little bit, looking down Arcadia as she goes from being all jitters and flinches to all smiles and handshakes. Laurel barely takes the shake, starting to eye Arcadia down similar to a lioness hunting prey.
Madman: Jesus, try not to be so cold…
White: What is going to happen here?
Laurel and Arcadia actually put on a decent wrestling clinic starting off. Armdrags were exchanged, blocked, reversed, assisted by Irish whips and springboards, then hiptosses got added into the see-saw matchup, then a headscissors by Laurel Anne, and Arcadia came back with a dropkick…Laurel goes to the floor…Arcadia over the top! They got back in the ring, traded some more stuff….and it seemed like a typical lightweight fast-paced matchup, a good debut for Arcadia Chavez as well as a reminder that Laurel Anne Hardy was no slouch.
Madman: They actually look sane now, a contrast from that entrance Dave.
White: I admit, that was intimidating when Arcadia Chavez came down to the ring – BIG HURRICANRANA OUT OF NOWHERE BY LAUREL ANNE!
Madman: She’s going for the pin…
Arcadia gets a shoulder up, and Laurel slaps the legs away roughly as she gets up.
Madman: Whoa.
Laurel is caught and pulled down with a double-leg takedown. Arcadia flops over into a bridging pin, but Laurel rises up on two and reverses the waistlock, standing with Arcadia on her feet as well.
White: Laurel gets out, nice move…
Madman: She gonna try a piledriver?
Chavez’ feet come up, but land right back down. Laurel goes for the move again, but Arcadia shrieks suddenly, out of nowhere, and bites Laurel on the wrist.
White: WHAT WAS THAT?
Madman: Hungry? Why wait? Get a DQ!
Laurel now yells, driving her head down into the back of Arcadia Chavez roughly. Laurel can be heard very clearly as she yells, stomping around the ring before rolling out to the floor.
Laurel: Really? We’re gonna’ fuckin’ bite now?
Arcadia now glares daggers towards Laurel, who yanks a chair from underneath the ring (drawing a loud reaction.)
Madman: Aw, why not? Go for it!
White: Laurel Anne Hardy is angry!
Madman: SHE BIT HER!
Laurel throws the chair into the ring, missing Arcadia by inches (who doesn’t move, but keeps laughing maniacally.) However, Laurel slides right in under the bottom rope with a second chair!
White: WHOA!
Arcadia, now on all fours and still chuckling, crawls backwards quickly and exits the ring as Laurel slams the chair down hard onto the spot Chavez was just occupying. Laurel stares over as Arcadia stalks her from outside the ring, going towards the timekeeper’s table.
Madman: Eh….screw it. Go for that, too.
White: She’s got the ring bell!
Arcadia chucks the ring bell into and across the entire length of the ring, where Laurel blocks it with the chair in her hands. The loud ding of the metal on metal shocks throughout the building, dropping Arcadia to her knees.
Madman: Security stepping in, this one’s done…
White: I think we’re going to be calling this one a no-contest…
The match has been ruled a no contest!
This one broke down in a big way, they had no choice but to call it off. But, hell, it was fun to watch!
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In a quiet area backstage, Evangelista is pacing up and down rolling her wrists. Jay Pride is sitting on a chair nearby.
Evangelista: No mistakes this time. I can do this.
Jay Pride: Just keep your head, Leanne, and you’ll be fine.
She stops and turns to look at him, looking like she’s about to say something, then thinks better of it and just says:
Evangelista: What about you? You ready?
Jay nods nonchalantly, leaning back a bit.
Jay Pride: Yep. Good as Chandler is, tonight I finally prove once and for all that I’m better. Tonight I finally take back the GFC World Heavyweight Championship.
Evangelista: Where do you get all that confidence from?
He shrugs.
Jay Pride: Being awesome. And you? Are you ready for this?
She exhales, clearly asking herself the same question in her head.
Evangelista: I think so.
Jay Pride: I believe in you, Leanne.
She smiles, crosses over, and puts one arm around his shoulders.
Evangelista: Thank you.
Jay Pride: I mean it. Tonight, we both become champions.
She breathes out again.
Evangelista: I really hope so.
On that, we fade out.
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Some slight doubt in the mind of Evangelista? She didn’t seem confident there, which Summer Collins may well try to take advantage of in this Commonwealth Rules match!
Summer Collins (c) vs. Evangelista – GFC Commonwealth Championship
Summer Collins was the first out for our GFC Commonwealth Championship match, to a chorus of boos from the Glasgow crowd; they obviously don’t care much for cheerleaders up here. Or it may just be more down to her challenger, Evangelista got a great reception. She’s generally well liked, plus is pals with FRONTIER’s resident Scotsman, which can’t hurt her popularity in these parts.
Jenni Starr got on the mic and went over the rules for this match. It’s to be contested over 6 rounds of five minutes duration, with one minute’s time between rounds. You win by pin, submission, KO or DQ.
Round one saw Evangelista take the early upper hand after getting the best of a test of strength. She whips Collins into the ropes and nails a Jumping enzuigiri! Collins writhes in pain for a brief moment and Evangelista tries to make the most of it with a pin, hooking the leg. Collins kicks out at two.
White: Too early to go for a pin here.
Szalinski: Well, you never know, it’s always worth tryin’!
Evangelista follows up with some stiff kicks before getting the champ into a hammerlock. Collins is determined to get herself back into this match sharpish, taking Evangelista down with a Swinging neckbreaker. Se locks in an STF but there’s no sign of the challenger tapping out. In fact Collins is forced to release the hold as the bell sounds to end the first round!
Szalinski: A solid round one, a couple of attempts to end it early but both looking strong.
White: Both women take to their corners for the 60 second rest period before round 2.
The second round started the same as the first, a test of strength that Evangelista wins. This time she goes for a whip and a clothesline, but Collins ducks and takes her opponent down with an inverted DDT. Collins cheers loudly and heads to the top rope, looking like she wants to bounce off the top rope in some form of springboard move, but Evangelista is up quickly. She runs to the corner, leaps and grabs the champion.
Szalinski: FISHERMAN SUPER-PLEX!!
White: What a move!
The impact is too big to allow Evangelista to hold on for a bridge, but she does attempt a pin that Summer kicks out of at two. The crowd begin to chant “That was Awesome!” Evangelista grabs Collins. Neckbreaker. Elbow drop to the legs connects. Figure four locked in, but it’s too near the ropes and Collins breaks up the hold. The two get into each others face before Collins nails a big right hand. The referee calls out, warning her about opening her fist.
White: If she does that again she’ll be disqualified!
Szalinski: Collins apologising to the referee. She either forgot what kind of match this is or she’s got a clever game plan.
The challenger grabs Summer again and continues to punish Collins as she takes her down with a DDT, then another elbow drop to the legs. Then a grapevine knee stomp, hoping to slow the champ down and take her arial game away from her. She drags Collins up, pushes her face first into the corner before tossing her back with a German suplex. Evangelista doesn’t bridge, she releases, following up with another grapevine knee stomp.
Evangelista steps back, letting Summer get herself back to her feet as the bell signals the end of round two.
Szalinski: Summer Collins is looking in real trouble here.
White: Evangelista out with a game plan in the second round, going back to those legs and trying to slow the champ down.
Round three and Collins seems to get a second wind, charging for Evangelista and taking her down with a dropkick. Then another, and a third. Evangelista pops up and charges for Collins, who sees her coming and connects with the Pele kick! Collins headed to the top rope and connects with a BIG missile dropkick for a two count!
White: So much for taking away that aerial threat, Madman.
Szalinski: Collins flying out of the gate at the start of this one!
Collins manages to remain on top for the rest of the third round, keeping the challenger grounded after a German Suplex with a Bow and Arrow Submission, working the back of Evangelista. She followed that with another inverted DDT and a Springboard moonsault for a two count. Summer had the awareness to reverse a clothesline attempt into a Crippler Crossface and Evangelista was trying to reach the ropes as the bell sounded to end the round.
Szalinski: After such a promising start from Evangelista, that round belonged to Summer Collins!
White: The champ growing into this match and really finding her stride in round three!
The fourth round began as Collins attempts a suplex, which Evangelista floats out of and connects with a legsweep to take the champ to the canvas. She applies an ankle lock, while lifting the leg of the champ into the air and then slamming it down onto the mat! Collins twists herself round to escape and attempts to kick the challenger, but Evangelista grabs the other leg and applies the Figure Four!
But Summer is too near the ropes and soon escapes. Evangelista charges in for a European uppercut, but Collins spins out of the way, grabs Evangelista and nails the Summer’s End (sleeper neck breaker)! A cover follows but Evangelista kicks out at two.
She went back to Evangelista as she was up on one knee, Leanne getting a open-handed shot to the sternum that rocks Collins. But Summer stops the comeback in its tracks with an elbow to the back of the head. She shoves Evangelista into the corner and takes her to the top rope. She lifts Evangelista into the air for a GERMAN SUPERPLEX!!
Evangelista hits the canvas with a thud. Collins sits and smiles, clapping her hands and taunting the crowd.
White: She’s wasting prescious time here, surely?
Szalinski: Yea, she’s a cocky little thing. Annoyingly talented, though.
Summer makes a cocky cover but Evangelista kicks out at what must have been 2.9! Before Collins could follow up the bell sounded and round four was over. Evangelista rolled into her corner, pulling herself up to her feet while Collins spoke with the referee about what she thought was a slow count.
The bell sounded again and round five was off with a bang. Collins still talking with the ref and didn’t see Evangelista coming. Clothesline from behind leads to a two count. Collins got up quickly, Evangelista didn’t; still suffering the effects of the big German.
Collins grabbed Evangelista and whipped her into the ropes. The challenger put on the brakes as she grabbed the ropes. Collins charges in with a clothesline but Evangelista sends her over the rope with a back body drop that sends Summer crashing to the Braehead floor. Evangelista spots a chance, bouncing off the opposite ropes, building up speed and flying through the ropes right at Collins.
But Collins had the move scouted, grabbing Evangelista in mid air… MONEY CLIP (stunner)!!!
Szalinski: HOLY DAMN!
White: What a reversal!!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT, HO-LY SHIT!
The move took a lot out of Collins, who rolled back into the ring as the referee began the mandatory twenty count. At sixteen Evangelista is back to her feet. At eighteen she collapses to a knee just outside the ring. But just before twenty she manages to slide under the bottom rope. Collins took advantage, grabbing Evangelista and nailing the Summer’s End once more!
Collins covers for the 1..2.. The bell sounds to end round five!
White: Evangelista gets saved by the bell!
Szalinski: And boy is Collins pissed!
The sixth and final round began as Collins and Evangelista hooked up once more. Collins easily overpowers Evangelista and looks set to nail the Stock Market Crash (Rock Bottom) but Evangelista flings out an elbow and catches Summer off guard. She takes advantage with speed… HEADBREAKER (Modified Uranage backbreaker)!!!
Szalinski: She makes the cover….
White: 1…2…3!!!
Your winner, and NEW GFC Commonwealth Champion, Evangelista!
Wow, what a match that was!! Evangelista gets the better of Summer Collins and comes away with the belt firmly around her waist!
Now the question became, can her pal Jay Pride join her as a GFC Champion?
Jay Pride vs. Chandler Scott (c) – 60 Minute Iron Man for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event for the evening!
The crowd is still in a dull roar as Jenni keeps her smile, looking around at the fans.
Starr: It is an Iron Man match, and it will be for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship!
Some more cheering can be heard, along with booing as Chandler points to the belt (being held over the head of senior official Andrew Woodford) and thumbing back towards himself.
Starr: Introducing first, from Dundee, Scotland, weighing in at 232 pounds, he is a former GFC World Heavyweight Champion…The Last Hope, Jay Pride!
The fans let out an outstanding ovation for Pride, who merely waves a hand in the air and nods in between doing squats while holding onto the top rope. Jenni now looks to her right, and the cheers immediately turn to boos before she can even raise the microphone to her mouth.
Starr: And his opponent…
White: They won’t let her introduce him!
Jenni tries to pause, but has no choice but to continue through the booing.
Starr: From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds and representing the Godfathers of Wrestling…the GFC World Heavyweight Champion…CHANDLER SCOTT!
Chandler gives a very sarcastic bow, drawing a thunderous barrage of jeers.
Madman: Yeah, I don’t like him either…but he’s your champion.
White: And he’s put down everybody who’s came up against him!
Madman: Well, tonight he has to do it for sixty minutes!
White: Jenni’s out of there, the belt’s out of there, I think we’re about ready to start this match!
The bell rings, and the timer begins to count down, ticking to 59:59 and 59:58, beginning the countdown to the sixty minutes ahead of the two men in the ring, Chandler Scott and Jay Pride. The champion and challenger take a half-step from their corners, looking at each other cautiously.
White: This crowd just fell awkwardly quiet…
Madman: They’re giving these guys room in their heads to think. I always loved to hear a roaring crowd, but sometimes the job IS a little easier when you don’t have that noise in your ears.
A step at a time, they are careful to approach one another. Jay lunges forward, but leans back when Chandler prepares to pull him in. Chandler sidesteps to flank Jay, but the challenger backs away. The two finally touch hands and wrists, jockeying for position early while the crowd yells sparsely throughout the background. Jay gets a brief advantage with a wristlock, but Chandler turns it around. Jay escapes quickly, locking back up with Chandler. A side headlock by Chandler is almost immediately turned into a hammerlock, but the champion soon finds himself on the receiving end of an arm ringer. Jay bends Chandler over, turning the wristlock up high. Chandler falls back, rolling backwards to lie on his back, and puts a foot in the arm of Jay Pride. Twisting Jay around, Chandler has his challenger rolled up in a small package as the crowd “ooh”s despite still booing, even though they are relieved when Jay breaks out at two.
White: Impressive move by Chandler Scott there!
Getting back to their feet, Jay uses his shoulder to get Chandler back into the corner. Chandler powers back out, but Jay brings him down with a drop toe hold. Jay lays on Chandler with a chinlock, trying to put some weight down. Chandler gets up, though, and with a pair of elbows to the gut he has Jay off of his neck…for the time being. The two deflect attempts to lock up with one another for a few seconds, circling around the ring. With the clock only at 57:02, there is still plenty of time left for either man to carve a distinct advantage. Chandler sends Jay off the ropes with a surprise Irish whip. Jay snaps back, ducking down when Chandler goes for an early Harvard Hammer.
Madman: And Chandler Scott whiffs!
White: Jay Pride misses with a high kneelift!
Madman: Chandler’s got him! German suplex?
White: No! Jay runs to the ropes again…
Madman: HARVARD HAMMER!
White: Chandler Scott just spiked Jay Pride down hard!
With 56:01 on the clock, Chandler Scott kneels down for a cover.
White: Jay kicks out at two!
Chandler gets up, allowing Jay to clutch his shoulder and chest before pulling him to his feet in a front face lock.
Madman: That begs the question, do you kick out, or take the point loss and get the thirty seconds to recover?
White: Jay Pride is going to live up to his name, he isn’t just going to give one up.
Madman: Good point. And you never know, that one fall could be the deciding point!
With Jay now reeling, Chandler takes full advantage by working the arm, shoulder, and chest of his challenger. With the crowd voicing their disapproval mildly, Chandler slows the pace down considerably with several holds. Laying on him with a Fujiwara armbar, or ripping at his sockets with the Harvard Surfboard, and even catching a Jay Pride dropkick and catapulting him chest-first into the buckles, Chandler Scott took control early. Jay did get some licks in (like turning a Chandler Scott swinging neckbreaker into a side Russian leg sweep, or catching a running forearm smash and tripping Chandler down.) But Chandler would always find a way to take control once again. However, regardless of damage inflicted, Chandler did not score the first fall. That would come out of nowhere around the 47:00 mark…and set the tone for the rest of the match.
White: Jay has held in there so long…and he hasn’t even taken the easy way out! After each fall, there is a thirty second period of no-contact…
Madman: Look! The crowd’s coming back into this and I think Jay is too!
Chandler cranks in the abdominal stretch he has applied, even grabbing Jay by the hair a couple of times. The referee admonishes him for grabbing the hair, which only frees Chandler up to grab the rope. Chandler releases the rope just as Andrew Woodford is about to look. Chandler tries cinching the hold in deeper, but when he goes to the well one too many times and grabs the top rope for leverage once more, Andrew kicks his hand away from the top rope. Chandler loses his balance, and is soon hiptossed onto the canvas to a loud cheer from the crowd.
White: What a counter!
Chandler, embarassed, confronts Andrew. He stands his ground, pointing to and grabbing the top rope. Scott is frustrated as he turns back to Jay…and takes a toe kick to the gut!
Madman: OH MAMA!
White: PRIDE EATER!
Madman: Are you kidding me? Miss Cleo didn’t even see that one coming!
White: Jay Pride scores the first fall!
Jay Pride +1 via pinfall (13:46)
1-0 Jay Pride leads
Chandler gets up, angry, and holding his head. He stumbles a bit, but Jay is abiding by the thirty second no-contact period. He looks back at some of the fans, smiling and laughing a bit, as Andrew Woodford stands beside him. Out of nowhere, Chandler Scott charges him behind, running him chest-first and shoulder-first into the top turnbuckle.
Madman: Oh, what the hell? That wasn’t even close to thirty seconds!
White: And Chandler is stomping away!
Madman: Damn it, pull his ass back!
White: The ref’s trying!
Chandler finally steps back after one final stomp to the downed Jay Pride. Andrew verbally admonishes Chandler, but steps aside when the bell is rang once to signal the end of the grace period.
Madman: That’s bullshit. Sorry. But that’s what it is.
White: I think Chandler has the advantage again…
Indeed, Chandler once again has Jay Pride back where he wants him. Jay favors his shoulder and chest even more as Chandler’s offense gets risen up a notch. This time, Jay can do little more than dodge one move, attempt another, and once again be at the mercy of the champ. For the next fifteen minutes, Jay Pride’s only offense is an extremely stiff kick to Chandler’s spine delivered when Chandler misses an elbow drop and stays seated on the canvas just long enough for Jay to roll back and land a kick. However, Jay tries capitalizing with a short arm clothesline that hurts him just as bad as it does Chandler. It is soon realized that Chandler now has more of an advantage than ever in this match, none moreso than Chandler himself.
His gameplan at this point is academic. Chandler uses a rib breaker or a simple piledriver, maybe a scoop slam, some type of move that involves picking Jay up and putting him down in order to apply another hold aimed at tearing the chest and shoulders out (the Harvard Surfboard seems to be a favorite, although at one point Chandler manages to turn the tide with a very familar move…)
Madman: We’re just about halfway through this match…
White: 31 minutes to go…and Chandler has been punishing Jay Pride all match!
Madman: Well, other than Jay getting the only fall up to this point…
Chandler has Jay on his feet, pulling him in for a suplex. However, Jay’s feet don’t even leave the ground before a pair of right hands to Chandler’s side halt the move (and bring cheers from the fans.)
White: No, Jay’s gonna hit the suplex…
Chandler’s feet come off the canvas, but when they return Chandler has Jay’s head locked in tight. Chandler puts one leg over Jay’s back, locking in a leg scissors.
Madman: REALLY?
Szalinski moves to stand up from the commentator’s table, but stops. Andrew signals to the timekeeper, and a very irritated crowd (and Madman Szalinski) are helpless to watch on.
Chandler Scott +1 via submission (29:49)
1-1 tied
Madman: MY move?
Scott completely ignores Madman’s outbursts, even dodging the soda cup thrown at him by the FRONTIER co-owner, and releases Jay Pride from the Deathtrap only after being told he will be disqualified if he does not.
White: Well, now it’s tied and it looks like Jay Pride has a long half hour ahead of him…
Chandler’s confidence is well-rooted, but even if you have a reason to be overconfident…that doesn’t mean you should. The GFC World Heavyweight Champion took his time to get back onto Jay. Chandler started toying with Jay, taking a little longer between each move. Finally, it happened. Chandler stalled when he pulled Jay in, telegraphing the setup for his Valedictorian powerbomb maneuver. He brought Jay up, spun him around…and Jay just spun clean off! Chandler got beat pillar to post (noticeably with the right arm) as Jay worked feverishly to regain lost time in the match. Using a lot of lunging strikes (like his Superman punch, which drew blood when Jay got Chandler in the corner) and kicks, Jay almost went feral with his offense.
Dropkicks put Chandler down when he ran the ropes, a Japanese arm drag brought him over the ropes from the apron, and Jay even managed to lock the bicep slicer onto Chandler (which brought a great image of each man in the other’s face, with looks of pure hate and evil.) The match still remained even at 1-1 throughout. Jay came extremely close after landing a top rope double kneedrop, but Chandler kicked out at two point infinite. Jay’s left arm was hanging limp, but he was still hammering on Chandler Scott with the right. Jay even landed a one-armed fireman’s carry, which was impressive. For a good fifteen minutes, Jay Pride had Chandler Scott reeling. It was only a matter of time before Jay finally landed the third fall, got the advantage, and just waited it out…
…or so we thought.
Forty-five minutes have passed in the match. Chandler had just kicked out of the World of Sport lariat (delivered as a springboard from the middle rope, if you can believe that.) Jay was preparing to land another Pride Eater. Chandler bails to the floor…
Madman: Get in there and take the L!
White: I think Chandler knows his time is up…Jay Pride might have his number!
Madman is up on his feet, yelling at Chandler to get back in the ring. Chandler flips him the bird and smirks, not realising how close Jay is to grabbing him. He turns round and is surprised by the Dundee native, who grabs him and rolls the champ into the ring.
Jay goes for an Irish whip, and Chandler reverses it. Jay hits the turnbuckle so hard he flips right over them, and as he falls, his arm gets caught on the ringpost! He screams and rolls back under the ropes, clutching the arm tight to his chest. It’s at a weird angle, and muscle is visibly hanging in ways it shouldn’t.
Szalinski: Christ, that looked like a bad one!
White: Pride is in some pain out there.
The champ looks ready to capitalise, but the referee tells Chandler to back off, then goes to check on Jay. Trainers rush down the ramp and slide into the ring. Jay pushes them away with his good arm and demands that the match continue, but they ignore that and crowd him again.
White: This does not look good, Madman.
Szalinski: No, it does not, DW.
Jay’s still trying to get back to the match, but every time he stretches his good arm, he winces and pulls the bad one in tighter. The ref and medics are ignoring his protests, and after a moment’s conference, the referee calls for the bell, declaring Jay unable to continue.
Your winner via forfeit, and STILL GFC World Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott!
Wild celebrations from Chandler Scott as the night comes to a close, causing Jay Pride an injury… which looks like a real serious injury too… and retaining his World Championship.
Early indications are that Jay has done some serious muscle damage and will be out of the ring for quite some time, we’ll bring you the full update as soon as possible.
But we end tonight with Chandler Scott still as GFC World Heavyweight Champion. Who will be the next to try and pry the belt from his grasp? Join us again in two weeks to see what the champ has in store next!