The Doncaster Dome played host to the 51st taping for FRONTIER and what a show it ended up being.
Jay Pride vs Chandler Scott
The current and former GFC World Heavyweight Champions threw all they had at one another. Chandler Scott took control, until he accidentally chopped a ringpost after Pride dived out of the way. Pride Pride work over Scotts shoulder until Scott was able to fight back and take Pride down with a suplex. Scott with some strikes, and eventually takes Pride down with a lariat. Scott hits a Backbreaker and then a Swinging Neckbreaker Pride made the ropes and stops the count. Pride comes back with a springboard dropkick and a DDT 1…2…NO! Chandler Scott is able to take control again and is about to hit Jay Pride with a Harvard Hammer (Polish Hammer), but Pride is able to duck it and catch Scott with a Pride Eater (Sitout belly to belly piledriver).
You Winner, Jay Pride!
Nothing like pinning the World Champion to get yourself right back into the title picture. Before we go one to Michael Hopkins vs Jason X, Hopkins had a few words for his opponent.
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Michael Hopkins is standing backstage ready to deliver a message to Jason X.
Michael: Lets get straight down to business. I caught Jason X’s little promo this morning and I think I need to address a few errors he made in his speech. First thing is first, you said that you did your homework on me but I must question if you actually did because you have got a few key facts about my lifestyle completely wrong. See I abstain from all drugs and that includes cigarettes and alcohol. I am what some call ’Straight Edge.’ So your comments about me drinking and smoking are very far off the mark which makes me wonder where you got your info. Maybe you’ve been watching that crappy Valleys show on MTV and you have stereotyped me which for you is a stupid mistake. See you probably think that I lack stamina and that my lungs will give out early because of your dodgy info but unfortunately for you I am like a prized Stallion and can go all night. Which means I’m gonna kick your ass all night. And also another statement that I find laughable is the fact that you consider yourself unstoppable. Seriously? Trust me when I say this there is no one in this business that is unstoppable, especially you. If you were so unstoppable you would never lose a match but how many times have you lost now? I’ve forgotten how high that number is. And this week I will prove that you are the furthest thing from unstoppable there is. I will grab a hold of you and I will tear you down limb by limb. And I know your quick and agile but tell me how quick you can run with broken legs and how high you can jump with dislocated knee caps? No need to answer in a short time we will find out.
Now I know that tonight will be one hell of a fight because yes I know that you are a damn fine opponent in between the ropes and you are capable of beaten anyone on any night but tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight you face someone that wants it more than you. Someone that is more desperate than you for victory. And you face someone how is simply better than you. And I hate to repeat myself but Jason, you are not a ’Breakout Star’ but I assure you by the end of this night you will be a ’Broken Star’. I’ll see you out there.
Michael leaves the shot as we cut out.
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Michael Hopkins vs Jason X
Hopkins took the match to Jason in the early stages, a big clothesline was followed by a series of stomps as Jason struggled to cover up. Jason rolled out of the ring to the apron, but Hopkins was there with a textbook dropkick. Jason flew off the apron landing hard on the arena floor. Hopkins waited for Jason to stand before leaping off the apron and connecting with a double axe handle. He rammed Jason into the safety rail in front of the fans before rolling him back into the ring. Hopkins then went for another clothesline but Jason ducks it. Hopkins spins round, straight into a big right hand from Jason. And another. And another. Hopkins rocked now as Jason takes him up and over with a suplex, maintaining his grip on his opponent and rolling through into an armbar! Hopkins shows great ring awareness and has his hands on the ropes before the move is even fully applied.
Jason grabs Hopkins again, going for the Argentine Backbreaker and following up with a Flying X Attack (Corkscrew 450 Splash), but Hopkins gets his knees up just in time. Hopkins then drags Jason to the corner, connecting with some knee strikes before stepping back, charging in and connecting with a Running Forearm Smash Jason crumples to the canvas! Cover for two. Hopkins looks angered by not getting the three and goes straight back to work on Jason. A Vertical Suplex is followed by a Jumping Kneedrop and another two count.
Jason begins to take control of the match and is able to land the X-Driver II (Spinning Unprettier) on Hopkins, but the “Welsh Dragon” kicks out at two. Jason looks frustrated that he didn’t get the three but tries to put it behind him. He launches Hopkins over with a snap suplex. Jason climbs to the top rope , but takes a moment too long as Hopkins is able to dive at the ropes to knock Jason off balance and send him crashing to the ring. Both men get up around the same time, but its Michael Hopkins who acts as he explodes at Jason and nails the Dragon Tackle (Spear) 1.. 2..3
Your Winner, Michael Hopkins!
A good win after a hell of a match by Michael Hopkins. Now we have the introduction of the new members of the FRONTIER roster.
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As the crowd gets ready for the next match on the show, Britain’s famous military anthem, Rule Britannia, begins to play. The crowd pops for the recognisable tune, but the pops turn to boos as two haughty-looking young men come through the curtain. The one in front is bigger, with bleached blond hair and a permanent smirk. His friend is leaner, slightly shorter, and wears a ponytail. He, too, has a wicked, conceited grin on his features, but hangs a little further back as his partner takes centre stage. Both are clad in expensive-looking blazers, shirts and slacks. A gold watch is visible on the bigger man’s wrist as he brings the microphone to his lips. When he begins to talk, his tones are posh and haughty, to fit his posture:
Man: Dear oh dear oh dear. Whatever was Daddy thinking? Look at this, Nigel. *This* is what my Dad wants to acquire!
Nigel simply shakes his head in disbelief, as his friend continues:
Man: Then again, I suppose we oughtn’t expect much more. This IS a company run from Southampton.
Again, Nigel contributes a forlorn headshake, but leaves the talking to his partner, who duly obliges:
Man: And just look at these people! I would wager half of them are *cockneys!*
The way he spits out the word makes the boos intensify, but the man does not seem perturbed:
Man: Boo all you want. It makes no difference. You see, my father has made an offer for this penny-farthing company. An *extremely generous* offer. One the middle-class owner of this company cannot afford to refuse, unless he wants to continue living paycheque to paycheque…
The crowd boos even louder, but the young man merely smirks and adjusts his collar:
Man: That is why you had better get used to us. You see, this middle-class, nouveau-riche, nothing company is about to be taken over by the CHELSEA BOYS!
He high-fives with his partner, momentarily hyped, then quickly regains his composure:
Man: And once we’re the face of this company, you will ALL know our names. Which, by the way, you had better start remembering. I’m Rupert Royston-Fellowes. This is my partner, Nigel Kensington III. Together, we are the Best of Britain. And soon, we will rule over all of you!
Rupert points a finger out towards the crowd, who is booing him and Nigel furiously. Then, he turns to his partner and says something quietly off the mic, at which point the two disappear back behind the curtain, allowing the show to continue.
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And I thought the ego on Chandler Scott was huge… I could not reach either of the Osbornes for comment of the “generous offer”, but to my knowledge they have no plans or desire to sell the company.
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The fans mostly pop – although there’s some hesitation mixed in there too – for Cibo Matto’s “Sci-Fi Wasabi”. Out comes Laurel Anne Hardy in (characteristically flamboyant) street clothes, with the IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship around her waist. She slaps some hands on the way to the ring, but she’s only half into it. When she reaches the ring, she accepts the mic from Jenni Starr.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Wassup Doncaster!?
Big cheers for the cheap pop. But Laurel bites her lip, obviously not here to have fun.
Laurel Anne Hardy: So, um… at the 50th Anniversary Show, myself and Leanne Evangelista, we…
She pauses, this obviously still being a sore subject for her.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Well, for one thing, we almost literally tore the house down.
The fans make some more noise for that.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Um. Sorry, CJ for ah… destroyin’ your ring.
And that!
Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah, so… one of the most surreal nights of my life, one of the hardest, and… honestly? One of the most cathartic. I can’t pretend it wasn’t. I can’t downplay that, and I can’t, I just can’t lie to myself and to you, and to… well, to her. Uh… can we get a message to backstage? Can we ask Leanne to come out here? Thanks.
She paces a bit.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I’ve got something very important to say, and… I want Leanne to hear and to be able to respond, but it’s something I just think needs to happen in public. I can’t really explain why, exactly, I just think it’s important that-
She’s interrupted by Girls Aloud’s “No Good Advice”. Leanne steps onstage, also in regular clothes and holding a mic of her own. She heads straight for the ring and rolls in, while Laurel steels herself.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Leanne.
Evangelista: Laurel.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Leanne…
She closes her eyes, trying to arrange her thoughts.
Evangelista: C’mon. You wanna tell me somethin’? Tell me.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Okay, okay. Look. We’ve been tag team partners for a long time. We’ve been friends for a long time, best friends, right? You are, without a doubt, the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ve been there for you so much, and you’ve been there for me. And this, right now, is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I need to say it. Leanne, I just… need to say this…
The crowd murmurs…
Laurel Anne Hardy: God I hate you.
…and gasps in shock.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I really, really hate you sometimes. Nobody pushes my buttons like you. Nobody grinds my gears like you. There is nobody in the world who pisses me off the way you do.
She bites her lip again.
Laurel Anne Hardy: But that’s because I love you.
That prompts a “woooo!” from certain elements of the audience.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah yeah, everyone who just did that can eat a dick, by the way. You know that’s not what I meant. Ell, you’ve been my best friend for what, five years now? The reason you piss me off so much, and I piss you off so much, because I know that I do – it’s because we love each other. You can’t deny that.
Evangelista pauses, then slowly raises her mic.
Evangelista: I never have denied it, Ell.
Laurel Anne Hardy: In total, right, I’ve got three brothers and five sisters.
She turns to the crowd.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You guys know one of ’em. Matty, yeh? The rest are all about as fucked up as him. Look, Leanne – I love as just much as any of them. Leanne… you are truly, honestly like a sister to me and that’s not a trite cliche – okay, well it IS, but it’s still true.
She paces a bit.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You wear me down sometimes, and I can’t put a cheery face on it anymore. Your negativity, your constant, CONSTANT pessimism about EVERYTHING… your depression…
Evangelista rolls her eyes.
Evangelista: And you, Laurel, YOU wear ME down with the fact you always have to be the centre of attention, the fact you always put yourself ahead of other people-
Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh come on, Ell, this again? I ran myself ragged lookin’ after you these last couple of months.
Leanne sighs.
Evangelista: Yeah, you did, alright. But you keep pickin’ fights with psychos, and then seem surprised when they keep targetin’ your friends and family. You keep goin’ out your way to wind up guys like Alex StarrZoe, Malcolm Drake… now Lasie…
Laurel Anne Hardy: No, look, Lasie is a philistine and a fuckin’ imbecile, I’m sorry-
Evangelista: No, this is exactly what I mean! You can’t leave things alone. Every tiny little slight, you act like it’s this massive thing an’ you have to get your pound of flesh…
Laurel starts to protest, then stops and drops her head. She takes a controlled breath, then looks up again.
Laurel Anne Hardy: No… you’re right. I do do that. An’ I’m sorry. I want to change. And don’t want this to be the end of our friendship. I don’t want this to be the end of you an’ me just bein’ crazy together. I want us to still be friends when we’re toothless old hags.
She sighs.
Laurel Anne Hardy: And I want us to still be a tag team. I’ve tagged with a lot of people and you an’ me… we just click like nobody else. We know each other inside out. I love you, Ell. And whatever problems we have with each other, I want us to be able to deal with them.
Leanne slowly raises her mic.
Evangelista: I love you too, Laurel. I… I don’t know if we can be the same, but… I think… we owe it to each other to try. We owe it to everything we’ve done this year to see if we can keep goin’ together, as the Dragons.
Laurel nods in agreement. Slowly, tentatively, they approach each other – and to a big cheer from the fans, they hug.
After a moment, Glass Candy’s “Candy Castle” hits and they leave the ring together, apprehensive but optimistic.
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Sylar Drake vs Alex Jones
The men lock up a couple of times but neither man can get an advantage. They then both exchange forearms before Sylar hits several uppercuts which send Jones out of the ring. Sylar then follows up with a diving somersault to Jones on the outside. Both men return to the ring and Sylar hits a suplex followed by an attempted monkey flip which is reversed by Jones. Sylar backs Jones into the corner and hits several shoulder thrusts followed by a face wash but Jones gets back into the contest with a drop toe hold followed by two suplexes. Jones goes for the third but Sylar rolls him into a small package for a two count.
When the men get back to their feet, Jones hits another suplex, his third. Jones then goes for a top rope move and hits a diving shoulder block followed by several knees to the back of the head of Sylar Sylar. Jones continues to focus his attack on the neck of Sylar and delivers a neckbreaker but Sylar fights back with some chops. After receiving three earlier, Sylar attempts to suplex Jones out of the ring but it’s reversed and Sylar gets bumped out of the ring. Jones then comes off the ropes and hits a baseball slide just as Sylar was trying to get back into the ring.
Sylar gets up to the ring apron and goes for a springboard dropkick which Jones avoids by pulling the referee in front of him! The ref is down and Jones smirks. Jones connects with a series of right hands, forcing Sylar back into a corner. He charges in for a splash but Sylar rolls out of the way, Jones managing to put on the breaks in time to avoid himself an injury. Jones manages to grab his opponent and hits an STO but Sylar fights back again and nails an exploding suplex. He covers Jones for what seems like a five count before the referee realises what’s going on and counts. He gets to a slow two when Jones finally kicks out.
Sylar looks frustrated that he didn’t get the three but tries to put it behind him. He launches Jones over his head for a belly to back suplex. Sylar climbs to the top rope and gives Jones a big elbow drop. Another two count only! Both men then climb to the top rope and after a struggle, Jones hits a brainbuster followed by a lariat but only gets two. Jones drags Sylar to his feet but gets a near fall with a bridging T-Bone suplex. Sylar goes for another top rope move but is cut off by Jones who then hits a boot into the gut. Jones takes Sylar down with a backslide pin that lands the three count, just before Sylar kicked out.
Your Winner, Alex Jones!
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Backstage at the Doncaster Dome, Laurel Anne Hardy and Leanne Evangelista are walking and talking after their reconciliation earlier in the night. Leanne mutters something about catching up later and ducks into the women’s restroom.
Laurel continues to walk, but stop and rushes back when she hears a shriek followed loud crashing noise coming from the women’s bathroom. Laurel bursts in to find Leanne laid out on the white tile floor, bleeding from the nose and forehead.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Jesus fuck! What-
Laurel rushes over to Evangelista’s side, but is cut off by the swing of a steel chair from her blind-side that catches right across the face. Laurel collapses in a heap, her momentum landing her on the tile beside Evangelista. From behind the door, brandishing the now-dented steel chair, is FGA wrestler and leader of The Murder, Malcolm Drake!
Drake drops the chair and pulls Laurel Anne up by her hair, before slamming her head-first into the glass mirror above the row of sinks. The mirror cracks from the impact of Laurel’s forehead, and she comes bouncing back into Drake’s waiting arms as he hip tosses her through one of the stall doors, knocking it off its hinges. The doors lies at an angle wedged between the toilet and the stall walls with Laurel on top of it. Drake climbs over the carnage onto the broken door, and lifts Laurel onto his shoulders… before executing a vicious Memento Mori that almost snaps the door in half.
Drake crawls on top of Laurel, straddling her chest, and slaps the tile of the bathroom floor with his hand.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE.
Drake lets out a loud cackle on the third sound of flesh against tile before ripping the IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship from around her waist and raising above his head, while still straddling her. Drake rubs his hand over Laurel’s face, gathering up her blood and smearing it across the face-plate of the belt. He then stands up, and notices a stirring Evangelista. Drake lines her up and punt kicks her in the ribs. Leanne coughs and gasps for air as the impact nearly turns her inside out.
Drake gets on his knees besides Evangelista and pie-faces her, rubbing her blood on the belt as well. Drake stands, lifting the title up over his head and staring down at Leanne.
Drake: Is it WONDERFUL… being right?
Drake lowers the belt and leaves the bathroom with a wake of blood and carnage behind him.
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GFC Commonwealth Championship Match: Madman Szalanski vs Summer Collins
The bell strikes, and the first round is underway. Summer and Madman mirror one another as they circle slowly. Madman focuses on using the arm ringer as a set-up for other maneuvers. Summer is able to free herself from many of Madman’s grasps by simply kicking at his hands to break free, or using her acrobatic skills, although at one point she was forced to break out of a hiptoss by stepping around and dropping Szalinski with an arm drag A highlight of the round was when Szalinski applied an arm ringer, then turned Summer around into a hammerlock. Summer reverses this quickly into a hammerlock of her own, then bringing Szalinski around into a front face lock. Szalinski lifts her up, pushes her back, and monkey flips her over his head.. The round ends as both are sent reeling when Summer runs off the ropes and leaps high into the air to attempt a hurricanrana. Madman rolls through completely, pulling at Collins’s legs and turning her over into a Texas cloverleaf, the round ending before he can cinch the hold in.
Summer spends the break cheering for herself. Ariel and Madman are discussing something in the corner, Ariel pointing to Summer with a grin of her own. Whatever she says to Szalinski emits a laugh under the mask. The second round is no laughing matter, as Madman comes in to have his legs kicked right out from under him. Summer drops him quickly with a senton splash, then bounces off the ropes to deliver another one. Szalinski rolls over onto his stomach, arching his back over. Summer then leaps high into the air and hits an elbow drop onto Madman’s now exposed stomach. As Szalinski gets to his feet Summer runs at him, full speed, and drives him back into the corner with a flying crossbody. Bouncing away, Summer quickly goes to the opposite turnbuckles, and flies out with a second flying body press. This one sends both competitors over the ropes and onto the floor, where the twenty count begins. Summer fights her way onto the apron, and into the ring, before the count of twelve. Szalinski requires a count of sixteen before he is able to return to the ring. Summer is on Madman as soon as he enters the ring and plants him with a quick snap DDT. Madman rolls over and gets to all fours at five, standing quickly and avoiding a jumping kick from Summer. The bell rings to end the round just as Madman raises an open palm, preparing to strike Summer in the face.
As the third round begins, Szalinski changes his strategy slightly, opting instead to attempt a slam onto Summer Collins. Using her speed, Summer escapes a Thai clinch and a rear waistlock. With frustration on his face, Szalinski snatches Summer out of the air when she runs at him with a high knee lift. Executing a fisherman’s Northern lights suplex, Madman launches Summer over his head and onto the mat. Falling back with her, Szalinski rolls backwards to her legs, and again attempts to lock in a Texas cloverleaf. Before he can roll Summer over, he is pulled down into an inside cradle. The crowd counts anxiously, but the count is only a two. Szalinski has been unable to get much of an advantage thus far, and is starting to finally show his frustration. Summer shoves at Madman to back him away, and is met with a very loud right hand to the cheek. The shock from the strike opens Summer up to be hit with a shoulder to the gut, from which Szalinski deadlifts Collins onto his shoulder and drives her back with a waterwheel suplex. The referee warns Madman about a closed fist to the face. Once more and he’ll be disqualified. Szalinski pulls Summer up by her head. He grasps her head, clamping it down with the Deathtrap. However, each time he attempts to throw a leg in to cinch the leg scissors, Summer is able to block it. Summer attempts to rub her fist into the side of Madman’s jaw to break his grip, but Szalinski unrelents. Finally, a wide swinging punch breaks the hold – and draws twice the “ooh” that Madman’s slap earlier had. Szalinski falls deadweight to the canvas. Summer backs up a few steps into the corner, holding at her neck and jaw. The ref begins his count, Madman’s eyes wide open as he lays prone on the canvas. Summer rubs her knuckles a bit, waiting for Szalinski to move. Szalinski sits up at seven, a trickle of blood seen in the corner of his mask’s mouthhole. Szalinski stands up, and the bell rings just as Summer takes one step towards him. Both back away into their corners keeping their eyes on one another.
Round number four is starting. Szalinski and Collins look beaten, but not worn out. A loud chant of “FRONTIER! FRONTIER!” echoes through the building. Szalinski begins to even hop around the ring a bit, circling Summer. The crowd goes insane with with boos as a masked man is seen making his way down to the ring. Summer throws a pair of high kicks Madman’s direction, the current champion deflecting both. A spinning backhand connects, and is followed with a spinning back kick. That kick picks Szalinski’s feet up off the canvas, and sends the rest of him onto the mat. The masked man is yelling obscenities at Madman. Madman does not stay down for long, getting to his feet quickly. Collins comes in for another kick and that is when Madman keeps true to his name. Slapping the kick away, Madman thrusts a palm to Summer’s face….and another one…and another one…seemingly slapping her over and over with only his right hand, Madman backs Summer away with the flurry of open hands. An occasional left accompanies the flurry of right hand strikes, until Szalinski attempts a high kick of his own. Summer, reeling, is able to duck this. She attempts a kick of her own, which is also ducked. Both competitors then leap into the air, attempting jumping shin kicks to the other’s heads. Both connect with nothing but skull, and both crash to the canvas, almost together. The referee can only kneel beside the pile and begin his count. Eight is the first count at which either competitor shows signs of life….until nine, when both kip up almost simultaneously! The crowd is on fire, and both have to take a moment before re-engaging into action to acknowledge the deafening cheers and stomps through the building.
“THIS IS FRONTIER!” *clap clap clapclapclap* “THIS IS FRONTIER!” *clap clap clapclapclap”
Madman briefly takes his focus from Summer, turning to the ropes and yelling out at the masked man at ringside, clearly showing his frustration. The rounds ends with Madman wearily holding his arms out. Madman backs into his corner and slumps over, beginning to show wear for the first time in the match. Summer goes to her corner as well, looking weary herself. The masked man at ringside continues to jaw at Madman, clearly trying to get in his head.
The fifth round begins and the two step out from their respective corners. Madman then hooks up with his challenger, who blocks a suplex attempt and slips round the back for a German Suplex, but she struggles to get Madman up so switches things up and takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. Szalinski seems to have landed awkwardly and he holds his back as he lays on the canvas, Summer heads to the top rope and goes for a moonsault, but Madman rolls out of the way. Summer notices in time and lands on her feet, flicking out a heel and connecting on Madman’s forehead. She pulls him to his feet, Summer’s End (sleeper neck breaker)!! She makes a cover…. and Madman kicks out at two!
Collins can’t quite believe it, she almost won the title there. Collins charges and looks like trying a knee lift, but Madman moves like lightning to grab her and nail the Scoopstone! The masked man jumps on the apron and distracts the referee. The referee yells for him to get off the apron, as soon as Madman is up to confront the person he gets down. The distraction was enough to allow Summer a chance to get up. She grabs Madman from behind, who spins around and connects with a right hand to Summers jaw.
The referee instantly calls for the bell, much to the shock of Madman and everyone in the arena. The referee explains that was the second time he used a closed fist to the face, which under commonwealth rules results in a disqualification.
Your Winner and NEW GFC Commonwealth Champion, Summer Collins!