WARPED rolled into Liverpool this weekend and brought their best talent to challenge the best that FRONTIER has to offer. Who would come out on top of this friendly rivalry? Well, the fans were certainly winners as they lapped up some fantastic action!
So let’s start things off with a video we had sent in from our GFC World Champion, who is not here with us tonight…
— VIDEO —
(Our scenes fades open to a man that’s resting on a hammock. He’s got a copy of the New York Times open in front of him. Once he gets an audible cue from the cameraman, the man folds up the paper and places it next to him. It’s then revealed that this person is none other than Chandler Scott.)
Why hello there. This is Chandler Scott. Your reigning GFC World Heavyweight Champion.
(Chandler reaches over, grabs the GFC World Heavyweight Championship belt, and rests it across his chest.)
You’re probably asking yourselves, “Chandler, where are you? Why aren’t you here? Why aren’t you fighting side by side with us?” Well that’s very simple.
I wouldn’t be caught dead in the same ring as a member of Warped Wrestling.
(Chandler wags his finger at the camera.)
I don’t even know why they have “wrestling” in their name since clearly their brand of action isn’t what any sane person would call “wrestling” Their brand of “wrestling” is jumping off of of balconies, throwing their opponents off of balconies, smashing themselves over the head with things light light tubes, steel chairs and various other blunt objects. Don’t even get me started on that FX Match or FnX Match or whatever the hell they even call it.
(Chandler rolls his eyes.)
Now don’t get me wrong, there’s a couple guys over there that actually do know how to wrestle. They can actually tell the difference between a wrist watch and a wrist lock. The concept of chain wrestling isn’t foreign to them. So there’s a couple over there that I would consider to be quality wrestlers. But for the most part, WARPED is what I’d consider to be Backyard BS. And their fans? Just look at them. Rainbow colored spiked hair, wallet chains, face paint and JNCO jeans? 1998 called. It wants it’s wardrobe and it’s style of wrestling back.
Besides, you guys don’t need me there. I have the utmost faith that you will be able to soundly defeat WARPED, just like when we soundly defeated FGA five matches to one last summer. And that one loss is only because we decided to throw them a bone.
The other reason I’m not here is because of management. No, I’m not talked about that blue masked idiot who, from this point forward, won’t even be dignified by being called by name. No, I’m talked about the other half of Frontier incompetent management, CJ Osborne.
What CJ did to me two weeks ago was over the line. He wants to try and out-wrestle me? Fine. He wants to try and take this belt from me inside the squared circle? Fine. But there is no excuse for the stunt that he pulled after the match. The man tried to end my reign by trying to end my career. He tried to injure Frontier’s meal ticket. But that’s not the only thing. You people should all be fed up with him. Its bad enough that the blue masked idiot is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall over the shows, running my name through the mud and trying to get payback that… spoiler alert, he’s never going to get. But now you have the majority owner taking a World Title shot from all of you. I mean sure, I threw out the challenge. But he didn’t have to accept. But he took it anyway because he’s greedy, just like the other owner. He took that title shot because he holds a grudge against me, just like that other owner. And he took that shot because he doesn’t give a damn about any of you, just like that other owner. It’s bad enough that the other one trashes the fans for having the audacity to cheer CJ Osborne. Then he says that the only reason he even bothers with this place is because he has a stake in ownership. But now the other one, the majority owner, is taking title shots right out of your hands. What a travesty.
(Chandler places his hand over his heart and feigns outrage.)
You should all be up in arms. I mean c’mon Laurel. You and your Asylum misfits are always raging against the machine and trying to tear down the corrupt establishment. Where are you now? What about you Hopkins? Instead of acting like an obsessed stalker and following me wherever I go, how about you take your fight to CJ? What about you, Xristus? You’re always going on and on with that biblical mumbo jumbo. How about you smite CJ or something? What about the rest of you? Instead of whining about me, how about you rake this inept ownership over the coals and take them to task?
But that can wait. Tonight, you have a job to do. And that job is to prove why you’re the best collection of athletes in the world, Granted, you won’t have yours truly, the greatest of all-time, in the starting lineup. But I’ll be right here on the bench cheering you on. I’ve even got my red and white pom poms, courtesy of Summer Collins, of course. Not only will you make these Frontier fans proud. But more important than that, I’m sure you’ll all make me proud. Now go out there and win one for the Gipper!
(Chandler gives the most disingenuous two thumbs up possible before chuckling. He then picks the Times back up and opens it up, obscuring his face from the camera as the scene fades out.)
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So our esteemed champ might not be here tonight, but he’s cheering us on from the sidelines? Riiiiiight.
Anyway, let’s get to the ring and kick this show off as WARPED’s Chris Moore goes one-on-one with the Angel of Death herself, Arcadia Chavez.
Chris Moore vs Arcadia Chavez
Chris seemed in over his head from the get-go. But at least he appeared to have control of it. Arcadia couldn’t decide if she wanted to appeal to the crowd, or try and bite Chris every time they locked up. Finally, she settled on tripping him up and stomping away. Chris bailed to the outside, quickly getting back in once Arcadia became extremely apologetic after a stiff admonishing by the referee in charge.
Chris took control briefly, capitalizing on Arcadia’s change in personalities by keeping her held down onto the canvas. Unfortunately for Moore that didn’t last long and Chavez caught him with the Death Blow (Wheelbarrow DDT) out of seemingly nowhere for the victory!
Your winner, Arcadia Chavez!!!
An emphatic win for Chavez, who continues to cause all sorts of problems for her opponents. You don’t just get in the ring with one person, that’s three people Moore was fighting in there!
Let’s keep things moving and head back to the ring right away for our second match of the evening. Xristus, who has announced he’ll be stepping away from the ring for a while after this one, faces a tough opponent in Crowbar, a name familiar to most.
Crowbar vs. Xristus
The men lock up a couple of times but neither man can get an advantage. They then both exchange forearms before Crowbar hits several uppercuts which send Xristus out of the ring. Crowbar then follows up with a diving somersault to Xristus on the outside. Both men return to the ring and Crowbar hits a suplex followed by an attempted DDT which is reversed by Xristus into a Northern Lights suplex. Crowbar powers back and pushes Xristus into the corner and hits several shoulder thrusts followed by a face wash but Xristus gets him with a drop toe hold followed by two suplexes. Xristus goes for the third but Crowbar rolls him into a small package for a two count.
When the men get back to their feet, Xristus hits another suplex. Xristus then goes for a top rope move and hits a diving shoulder block followed by several knees to the back of the head of Crowbar. Xristus continues to focus his attack on the neck of Crowbar and delivers a neckbreaker but Crowbar fights back with some chops. Crowbar attempts to suplex Xristus out of the ring but it’s reversed and Crowbar eventually gets bumped out of the ring. Xristus then comes off the ropes and hits a perfect flying shoulder tackle!
Crowbar gets to his feet to break the count and goes for a sunset flip off the top rope which Xristus avoids by holding onto the referee. He eventually lets go and Crowbar gets a near fall. Crowbar then gets Xristus up and launches him into the corner and then delivers a massive turnbuckle spear which leads to another near fall. Xristus gets to his feet and hits a spear of his own but Crowbar fights back again and gets another two count after a snap suplex.
Getting frustrated, Crowbar launches Xristus over his head for a belly to back suplex. Crowbar climbs to the top rope and gives Xristus a big dropkick but fails to capitilise. Both men then climb to the top rope and Crowbar is looking for a superplex. But after a struggle, Xristus turns things around hits a brainbuster followed by a lariat but only gets two. Xristus drags Crowbar to his feet but only gets a near fall with a bridging T-Bone suplex. Crowbar fights back into it and goes for another top rope move but is cut off by Xristus who then hits a boot into the gut and then nails the Golgotha (Gory Neckbreaker) to get the victory!
Your winner, Xristus!!!
An impressive victory for Xristus, he’ll be happy to be leaving on a positive note that’s for sure. His style may be…. unique… but he’s won people over here in FRONTIER and we wish him well, hopefully he’ll be back here in the UK soon.
— VIDEO —
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Silly me for thinking we’d seen the last of Cody Williams! I’m surprised to hear that he’s coming back to FRONTIER, and it’ll be interesting to see how that all plays out. Things are very different from the last time Williams was here, will he be the same person? I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
Back to the squared circle now as Hugo Strange returns to a FRONTIER ring as he goes up against newcomer Demon in a hardcore match!
Hugo Strange vs. Demon
Both the FRONTIER debutante Demon as well as WARPED mainstay Hugo Strange received sizeable ovations from the crowd. A minority of “smart” fans booed Demon, of course, but smart fans boo everybody right? And who could boo this type of match?
IMMEDIATELY both men went to the floor at the sound of the bell, going underneath the ring for their respective toys! The fans erupted in cheers as chairs, a metal trash can, a pair of crutches, and a fire extinguisher all fly into the ring. Demon drags out a table, while Hugo pulls out…you are kidding me? A paper mache SHEEP SHEEP? And it’s…FULL SIZE? WHO THE HELL PUT THAT UNDER THE RING? Hugo is taken aback, like he wasn’t expecting to see that any more than the rest of us! The crowd can do little more than chant along…
“HARD-CORE FORKING!” *clap clap clapclapclap*
“HARD-CORE FORKING!” *clap clap clapclapclap*
Both men get into the ring, chairs in hand. They meet in the center of the ring like two gladiators, metal on metal. Hugo with a toe kick to the gut and he lands the first blow into Demon’s back! Demon stumbles around the ring…DDT ON THE CHAIR BY HUGO! I know Cardiff has seen some of the most technical matches in pro wrestling history from FRONTIER…but I got a funny feeling, this won’t be remembered as one of them. Hugo with a legdrop…Demon moves out of the way! Hugo’s back up…Demon kicks him in the stomach, and now he gets a chair shot in! Hugo rolls over and hits the mat! Demon with the chair, he jumps high…and Hugo gets his feet up! Demon and the chair go flying to the outside! Hugo’s right behind!
Hugo shoves him into the steel barricade! An Irish whip…reversed! Hugo over the barrier! They’re in the crowd! Demon gives chase and lays in those right hands! Hugo fights back! They’re going through the building! Demon flips Hugo over the barricade, near the locker room’s entrance! He steps over and picks the man back up…sends him into the wall! Now he’s dragging him through the curtain? No, back out…RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP INTO THE WALL! What a move! Hugo goes for a cover, and that’s about the only reason we need Sal Mancini for this one!
Demon kicks out at two!
Hugo gets him back up, and they’re going back to the ring…Demon with a fist to the side, he’s got Hugo up…back suplex on the floor? NO! No…Demon drops him! Atomic drop! On the railing! Demon goes back to ringside…Hugo’s got a handful of Aunt Betty’s Nut Butter, that had to hurt…TRASH CAN TO THE HEAD! Demon now with his first cover of the night…
Hugo kicks out!
Demon brings him back to ringside, rolls him into the ring. He grabs…the SHEEP SHEEP? He laughs at it and sets it into the corner, mocking carefulness as he stands it up in the ropes against the turnbuckles. He comes at Hugo…he’s going to whip him into SHEEP SHEEP’s pinata! NO! HUGO REVERSES IT! HUGO SENDS DEMON HEADFIRST INTO THE SHEEP SHEEP! AND IT’S FILLED WITH PLASTIC FORKS! THE CROWD HAS LOST IT! I HAVE LOST IT! RAINBOW PIES!
Oh, and Hugo’s got Demon rolled up! Is this it? 1…2…3!!!
Your winner, Hugo Strange!!!
Well ho-ly crap, did we really just see that? Did we really just see Hugo Strange win a match with a pinata of frickin’ SHEEP SHEEP!?!? FRONTIER and WARPED just continue to amaze me! On a serious note, Hugo will be happy with that result as WARPED pick up their first win of the evening.
Now after that match had concluded we had a visitor to the ring with a few words to say to the crowd.
— VIDEO —
Tim Worthington’s music is fading out as he stands in the ring with a microphone in his hand. He raises a hand into the air and the crowds applause begins to settle down.
Tim- Ladies and Gentlemen…. It’s good to be back in Liverpool!
Yea, it’s a cheap way to start, but what the hell.
Tim- Unfortunately I’m not here with the news that you’re all wanting; D12 are not yet over the legal issues with FRONTIER. I’d love to talk to you all about that some more, but my solicitor has advised me against it. So, why am I here? Because of a friend of mine from this fine city…
A “Betamax” chant breaks out throughout the Olympia. Worthington nods in approval.
Tim- Spike deserves this D12 deal more than anyone… and I’m damn sorry that he’s not able to appear here in his home town tonight. But I do have some good news for all you Beta-maniacs out there.
Worthington can’t keep a straight face after saying that and tries not to laugh too hard. He puts his hand up as an apology to his lame-ness.
Tim- As you may know, a while back I made some appearances in EXODUS. And I made a few contacts out there. And, as you are all aware of, our GFC World Tag-Team Champions are currently holed up in EXODUS and are refusing to come back to FRONTIER to defend those belts. And, after far too long, FRONTIER are finally sending a team to San Diego to get those belts back.
The crowd cheer loudly at that, starting a FRONTIER chant.
Tim- I’ve been speaking to Madman about it, as he’s been trying to put that team together, and I’ve been using my contacts in EXODUS. I’m not ashamed to say that I pulled a few strings to make sure that one half of the challengers will be my choice. And… I think a few of you have worked out where this is going… seeing as this match is not taking place in a FRONTIER ring the D12 contract issue is not a problem. So… ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for one future GFC Tag-Team Champion… THE BETAMAX KID!!!
Huey Lewis & The News’ seminal classic, “Back in Time”, begins to blare out of the PA system as Dave Spikey, better known as The Betamax Kid, appears through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He high fives fans in the front row before sliding into the ring and soaking up the applause.
Crowd- BETA-MAX, BETA-MAX, BETA-MAX!
The music dies down while Tim and Spike embrace. Tim passes the mic to his friend.
Betamax- Sappnin Olympia?
The crowd cheers wildly again.
Betamax- Ah, it’s boss to be back here, like. Sorry that I’m not competin’ here tonight, can’t be helped. But what can be helped is this tag title situation. An’ that’s exactly what me and my partner are gonna do on May 12th. We’re gonna go out to EXODUS, put down those no good plazzy champs, win the GFC World Tag-Team Titles, get bevied, come back to FRONTIER and act like true god-damn champions!
Cheers again from the crowd.
Betamax- And any divvy who doesn’t think I can do it? Yous can do one! Because not only will the Godfathers of Wrestling have to put up with me… but they’ll also have to contend with The Welsh Dragon, Michael Hopkins!!
The Olympia is loving that announcement!
Betamax- So, Collins… Chandler… listen up. Yous bastards are done as GFC Tag-Team Champs. Those titles are comin’ home. Come May 12th there’s gonna be a nice shiny belt around the waist of the Betamax Kid!
Under conduction from Tim Worthington the crowd begin a duelling chant of “BETA-MAX, MICHAEL HOPKINS, BETA-MAX, MICHAEL HOPKINS” as the video fades out.
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Big announcement from Tim Worthington and The Betamax Kid! FRONTIER are sending Betamax and Hopkins to EXODUS? That should be one heck of a contest!
Joey Edwards is out first for our next match, minus his Rebellion allies – but if that’s troubling him at all, he’s not showing it. Next is Angelica Jones, and she and Joey are cordial with each other – but their third team-mate, Summer Collins, is anything but. She and Angelica are in each others’ faces almost instantly. They’ve made it very, very clear over the last few weeks that they don’t like each other and don’t appreciate tagging together. Joey just watches as Angelica and Summer come close to blows. But when Summer raises a threatening fist, Joey calmly grabs it and mutters something very short and very quiet to both of them.
Summer flashes Angelica a “talk to the hand” and demands the mic from Jenni Starr. Jenni seems reluctant to hand it over, but Summer snaps her fingers and her cheerleader Crystal Swift snatches the mic from Starr’s hand and passes it to her. Crystal shoots Jenni an apologetic look, until Summer orders her to stop.
Having to raise her voice to be heard over the massive boos she’s receiving, Summer announces that she refuses to team with Angelica Jones and as such, her personal servant Crystal Swift will be taking her place in this match! Jones and Edwards exchange an exasperated look as Summer continues to rant, informing the audience that they don’t deserve to see her in action until they treat her with the respect she’s due.
A massive, massive cheer goes up as her tirade is interrupted by the entrance of PKA! Angelica looks relieved to see him too. Even though the WARPED legend is technically on the opposing side to this heavily pro-FRONTIER crowd, they shower him with a great reception anyway. Summer screams at PKA to stop stealing her spotlight… and just then the roof almost comes off the Olympia for Dragons Unleashed! Laurel Anne Hardy and hometown girl Evangelista get a truly insane reception for their first match together as a tag team since December. Evangelista doesn’t seem quite as into this as Hardy, but that becomes moot when she and Collins come face to face. Summer and Evangelista, who spent most of 2014 so far feuding over the Commonwealth Championship, shoot some unpleasantries back and forth while Laurel whips up the crowd. Things are getting very tense, but eventually Summer declares that she’s too good for this and steps out.
Angelica Jones, Joey Edwards & Crystal Swift vs Evangelista, Laurel Anne Hardy & PKA
Laurel and Joey start. This is the third time these two have tangled in recent weeks, and their motions show familiarity with each other, despite them both being extremely unpredictable in their movesets. Joey seems to have even more focus and energy than usual; my guess would be he’s trying to make up for The Rebellion falling to Laurel and her #sparklebuddy Annie Zellor in FGA’s Dynamic Duos tournament last night. The action between them is fast-paced and chaotic, neither able to gain a definitive advantage but both wowing with high-speed unorthodox offence.
Joey tags out to Angelica; Laurel grins, looks around at the crowd, then points to Evangelista and asks “Yeah?” They respond in the affirmative with massive, massive cheers. As Dragons Unleashed make their first tag of 2014, the noise reaches deafening levels. Evangelista and Angelica circle and lock up, and treat the fans to a great display which starts out with some vintage chain wrestling and slowly gets more and more daring, and faster and faster, until both women are whipping around the ring at blinding speed trading armdrags, headscissors, bulldogs and other high-flying takedowns. Jones scores a couple of near falls, first by countering a springboard back elbow attempt into a reverse DDT, and later with her Divine Impact moonsault; Evangelista returns the favour with a close fall off a Stevie G kick, a move which always goes over well here in Liverpool!
In time tags are made to the remaining competitors in this match, Crystal Swift and PKA. Again we get an extended run of moves being traded; over the course of a few minutes, though, it becomes apparent that PKA is gradually gaining control with his high-impact lucharesu style and guileful nature. Crystal’s showing her resilience, kicking out of multiple near-falls and even finding a couple of her own, but she and her allies aren’t co-ordinating too well and she can’t find the tag. PKA on the other hand tags out to Evangelista, who tries to reason with Crystal; both Dragons have made it clear that they think Crystal should turn on her ‘owner’. Crystal looks conflicted, but glances to Summer who’s glaring with her arms folded. Crystal sighs, and looking like she really doesn’t want to be doing this, slaps the taste out of Evangelista’s mouth. Evangelista responds with a kick to the gut and a bridging fisherman suplex. Summer breaks the bridge to stop the count, and Summer taunts Evangelista over it; Evangelista smoothly rolls back, hooks Crystal’s trailing leg with her own, and pulls her back into a cradle. One… two… NO! Collins reaches under the ropes and breaks it up. Angelica barks at Summer to get away, and Summer calls back that she just saved the match and Angelica should be grateful to her.
While Summer and Angelica are arguing, Evangelista and Laurel continue to work over Crystal. Teamwork proves to be key, as slowly but surely the Dragons find their old rhythm and bust out some of their long-unseen double team signatures to huge pops. They’re working their offence together with PKA’s well too, and although each of their opponents has dominant runs, particularly the veteran Angelica, they simply lack the teamwork to put it together into overall control of the match.
It goes long, and Summer starts taunting Angelica about failing to end this. Jones blocks her out as best she can. Meanwhile Joey seems like he wants no part of the drama surrounding his team-mates tonight; as befits a man on a crusade to make wrestling about the wrestling again, he’s getting it done in the ring, finally taking control over his recent rival Laurel, scoring a two point nine with a springboard huracanrana counter to a cartwheel superman punch attempt, snapping her right out of the air! Although Hardy kicks out, Edwards manages to drive her into his corner where he and Angelica punish her with fast tags and impactful moves. Hardy’s only saved by a distraction from Summer Collins; as Jones turns to snap at her foe, Hardy reverses her grip into an inverted stomp. Laurel kips up and runs the ropes into a busaiku knee to the back of the Firestar’s head. Another immediate kip up and rope run, and she finds a cartwheel backflip shooting star for a close count. Laurel drags Angelica up – and eats an enzuigiri from Joey! The ref orders Edwards out, and Jones rolls Hardy up. One… two… three-LAUREL POWERS OUT! She finds a crescent knee strike out of nowhere, and dives across to tag in PKA!
Peeks goes wild as he cleans house, taking down both Joey and Angelica with impactful lariats. The former WARPED World Champion kicks the Rebellion’s leader from the ring, then goes at it with the former GDW and MWA World Champion. Momentum’s on his side – until Angelica reverses a P-Krusher III attempt into a back body drop and a Divine Impact! Too winded to make the cover herself, she tags to Crystal, albeit reluctantly.
All eyes suddenly turn to Summer again – she’s crossed around the ring to mock Evangelista over the fact that Laurel tagged out to PKA rather than her. Angelica, fed up with Summer’s antics, vaults over and wipes out Summer with a plancha, to a huge cheer! Joey heads over, snaps his fingers, and suddenly two men in suits and gas masks melt out of the crowd, hovering on the edge of the scene! Apparently he wasn’t without his Rebellion after all! Laurel drops down too; like her fellow Dragon and The Rebellion, she’s just watching and waiting as Summer and Angelica get nose-to-nose. PKA’s also watching the commotion at ringside… and Crystal takes advantage with a jumping cutter! CRYSTAL CLEAR! She hooks Peek’s legs… ONE! TWO! THREE!
Winners: Crystal Swift, Joey Edwards & Angelica Jones
Summer and Crystal make a quick exit, but not before Summer demands she gets announced as an honorary winner too. Angelica and the Dragons shake hands then go to check on PKA while The Rebellion melt back away inscrutably. From the safety of the stage, right by the curtain, Summer gloats about “her” victory and orders Crystal to raise her arm – even though, of course, Crystal was the one who got the pinfall in place of her mistress.
Right, time for another guest in the ring with a few words for the FRONTIER fans…
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The scene slowly fades into ringside, where we see Jenni Starr holding the microphone in her right hand as she keeps a smile on her face.
Jenni Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Pro Wrestling FRONTIER’S newest signee….former FGA Heavyweight champion….SEAN SANDS!
The Liverpool audience lets out a huge pop as Jenni motions to the entranceway. “Rise” by Skillet begins blaring throughout the arena as the curtains separate apart and through them steps out Sean Sands, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray tee. Sands has this smile on his face as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. Different shots of some of the English fans are shown, one man having his right hand on top of his hand and mouth open in shock. Sands slaps hands with some of the fans in the front row before hopping up on the apron and entering the ring by going over the middle rope. The fans continue to either cheer or keep shocked faces on as Sands walks over to Starr and is handed the microphone before he turns to the audience.
Sean Sands: Well…some of you looked really surprised to see me here.
The smirk on Sands’s face continues to remain there, getting up to a grin eventually. Another shot of a different fan looking surprised before it changes back to Sean.
Sean Sands: For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Sean Sands. I used to wrestle for Frontier Grappling Arts, a company I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with, and used to be the FGA Heavyweight champion. But now?
Sean chuckles.
Sean Sands: As of earlier today, Sean Sands is part of this FRONTIER roster!
A nice pop for the Cincinnati native. He just keeps that smile on his face as he looks out at the audience. Slowly, Sands walks forward and leans up against the ropes, keeping the mic close to him.
Sean Sands: You obviously must be wondering why I’m here, right? I mean, if I’m making a return to wrestling, why not return to the place that has me down as a former heavyweight champion?
Once again, Sands chuckles.
Sean Sands: The answer is simple. I came here to do the one thing that everyone here has tried to do but has failed.
Some of the fans seem to understand what Sands is talking about due to the cheers they let out, but the rest remain quiet and confused.
Sean Sands: For about a year, there has been one man who has firmly been placed at the top. I have come here to throw him right off of that ladder, something everyone would just LOVE to see me do. Like I said, the answer is simple.
Sands leans off of the ropes and nods his head as he looks out at the cheering fans in front of him.
Sean Sands: I came here to unseat Chandler Scott as the GFC World champion!
A big pop from the anti-Scott audience as Sean takes a few steps back and finds himself at the center of the ring once more.
Sean Sands: I know that CJ Osborne and Madman Szalinski aren’t going to just hand me a title shot. I’m going to earn it. I’m going to earn it by coming out to this ring and beating whoever they put in front of me. I’m gonna come out here and do whatever I did back in FGA that got me to the top. And once I get my shot and Chandler Scott stops whining like a little girl and makes his ass down in this ring to face me…
Sean now has a super serious look on his face. Like, it’s SOOOOOO serious.
Sean Sands: I’m going to take his title and end his reign.
Another big pop from the audience as Sands drops his microphone and makes his way out of the ring. He slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way to the curtains, giving the audience one last wave before he disappears to the back.
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Sean Sands, former FGA Champ, in FRONTIER? That could make things interesting. Especially for Chandler Scott. How many people is that after his title now?
Next up is a great all-woman match up as Julia Braddock takes on a familiar name in Ariel Shadows. And tonight being the night that Shadows’ own FRONTIER contract runs out? What are the chances? (please note, these questions are rhetorical)
Ariel Shadows vs. Julia Braddock
When they signed this match, it was one of the most anticipated matches so far in 2014 for FRONTIER. However, statements by both ladies prior to the match didn’t share the same sentiments. For Julia Braddock, it was the instructions of her new “queen” to stand strong, while Ariel had her own harsh words towards FRONTIER. While the crowd knew they would get an action-packed contest, they also knew that neither woman could care less if anybody was happy about it. And therefore, from the moment Julia Braddock’s music hit the PA system first, the Liverpool crowd let them know how they felt.
Julia actually didn’t get booed completely, in fact she got a good portion of cheers. She just didn’t respond to any of them. Straight into the ring, straight to her corner. Ariel did the same thing, only receiving a lot more boos and reacting via throwing her denim jacket onto the floor and raising a WARPED T-shirt over her head, getting even more boos. The shirt was thrown aside, and immediately both ladies were in each other’s faces, silent but staring daggers. Sal Mancini had to literally pry them apart to get the opening bell rang, and fell on his backside trying to get away from them when the two collided.
Ariel’s strikes put Julia in the corner. Her fast feet whipped around Julia’s ribs, then Ariel threw her out of the corner to spin around and throw another kick or two. Ariel used a judo throw to put her down, then Julia dodged a hard stomp. Ariel swing art her with a backfist as Julia got up, but Julia rolled out of the way. Julia began getting her feet back, stepping around a hiptoss and whipping Ariel off to the ropes. Ariel caught a hard back kick from Julia, but she whipped around with the Dragon screw into an enziguiri and blasted Ariel in the chest! This picked the crowd up some, as you couldn’t deny them respect after seeing them move like this!
Ariel rolled back against the ropes to her feet, catching a charging Julia and pushing her chest-first into the ropes. Julia steps back quickly, watching as Ariel runs to the adjacent ropes, off to the side. Julia pushes her lightly, stepping around into position. Julia goes for the tilt-a-whirl, but Ariel gets around and drops Julia with a headscissor takeover. Julia kips up, again sidestepping a running Ariel Shadows. Ariel comes back, bringing her legs up for another headscissor takedown. Julia catches her into a tilt-a-whirl, but Ariel comes down on her feet and lands an arm drag takedown. Julia rolls to her feet immediately, coming into Ariel with a two-foot front dropkick that puts Ariel back into the corner. Julia runs in, but Ariel shoves her out of the corner and back onto her feet. Ariel steps in with a two-step Bionic elbow, cracking Julia across the forehead. “Booo” becomes “oooh” and Julia stays down for the first time in the contest. Ariel leaps over Julia, leaps to the middle rope, and springboards away with a moonsault…but Julia rolls out of the way! Ariel managed to split her open with that elbow!
Julia pounces onto Ariel’s back, throwing a couple of stiff crossface forearms. She tries to lock Ariel into a chickenwing after being denied several attempts at a sleeper hold, the two rolling around with Julia using a leg scissors to keep Ariel’s back. Julia slams an arm across Ariel’s face, with blood starting to come from the corner of Ariel’s busted lip. Ariel rolls back to her knees, trying to stand up with Julia on her back. Arel rools off to the side, the impact onto the mat being just enough to get her arm free. Ariel rolls one more time, standing up with Julia now in her grasp, but still on her back. Ariel squats low, then swings Julia’s legs out flat…ACE CRUSHER! Ariel swung her out into a Stunner! Ariel doesn’t even think of a cover, she just drags Julia by her hair back up and into the corner! Elbow to the face! Elbow to the gut! Low hook punch to the gut! Ariel steps back…SPINNING BACK KICK! Julia slumps down! Ariel’s got her down! The crowd is hating…well, I’ll quote them…
“YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK!”
Ariel just lifts a pair of middle fingers, but not one eye, to the capacity crowd (who boos her even louder!) She then points one extended index finger at Julia Braddock, rising up in the corner. Ariel’s charging in…Julia’s a sitting duck-JULIA SPRINGBOARDS TO THE TOP! ARIEL STOPS! JULIA OFF THE TOP! HURRICANRANA! Julia’s got the legs hooked! Sal counts! One…two…Ariel rolls her up in the sunset flip! She crouches up with the legs…Ariel hotshots Julia up and back into the corner! Ariel kips up, Julia turns around…
…and Julia hits a go-behind, drops Ariel on her head with a German suplex…
…goes for a cover…
…ARIEL KICKS OUT AT TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!
Julia almost had her, and the crowd is on fire! Ariel is slowing down, she spits out some more blood! Julia’s starting to gush a little more from that spot on her head! These two are bleeding all over the place! Julia goes first with a right hand…Ariel catches it, spins her around…Julia backs away from Ariel’s grasp…she’s got Ariel in a full nelson! Full nelson suplex…LANDED! ONE! TWO! Ariel wriggles out! Julia now grabs Ariel…in a la magistral cradle? Hey, it works! One…two…
Three!
No, what?
Ariel kicked out!
Even Sal’s not sure, but he’s saying the match goes on! Julia’s arguing with him, but he says she kicked out! Julia turns back, Ariel’s getting up…Julia with the scissors kick…Ariel caught her leg! Ariel picks her up…what’s she trying to do? Julia rolls down her back and rolls her up in the sunset flip! Julia gets up, grabs Ariel’s legs…Ariel grabs her head and uses the monkey flip to get Julia away! Ariel gets up! Julia gets up! They’re about to collide…Julia gets out of the way, and Ariel takes a tumble over the ropes, to the floor. She lands on her feet, but has to hold onto the railing to avoid flying over. Julia runs across the ring…jumps to the top rope, spins, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! The airtime on that one…just the airtime! She could have kicked the lights!
“THIS IS FRONTIER!” *clap clap clapclapclap* “THIS IS FRONTIER!” *clap clap clapclapclap*
Sal begins his long twenty count. Julia goes to climb up the apron, but Ariel pulls her back down on three. Ariel slams her head into the ring apron, then jumps onto the apron, landing back down to the floor with a Bionic elbow to the back of Julia’s head. As Julia falls back into the railing, Ariel now leaps to the apron again, coming off backwards with a rolling senton splash – and landing into the barricade! Julia crawls away on all fours as Ariel’s feet are straight up, head on the floor, and Sal hitting six, going into seven.
Finally, both women break the count and get back into the ring – but they’re both beaten and worn down. They both lean on the ropes for a moment, before Julia charges in… Scissors kick!! She follows with an elbow drop. And then a second. She curtsies… and misses the third elbow drop! Ariel grabs Braddock’s arm and yanks it, adding to the bump that her elbow just took. She twists her into a hammerlock for a moment, then spins her around into a front face lock… FACEPALM (front face lock to bulldog drop)! Julia begins to get up, on a knee, when Ariel strikes again… THE KICKER (Jumping spinning shin kick to head)!!! Cover… 1…2…3!!!
Your winner, Ariel Shadows!!!
An impressive win for Ariel Shadows! And what an end to her FRONTIER run; getting a win over a FRONTIER star as a representative of WARPED!
— VIDEO —
Dragons Unleashed are walking backstage with towels around their necks, mopping the sweat from their faces following their almost 25-minute match not long ago. Laurel is crazy hyper; Evangelista is very much not.
Evangelista: Well, that could’ve gone a lot better…
Laurel Anne Hardy: It could’ve gone a lot worse, too.
Evangelista: We lost! How could it have gone worse?
Laurel Anne Hardy: Because we fuckin’ owned it! We ran that match for damn near all of it. You an’ me. Dragons are back in business, Ell. You know we are, so don’t deny it. So Summer’s little minion stole it. So what? Big deal. You know you an’ me were the dominant force in that match.
Evangelista sighs.
Evangelista: Suppose we were, okay? It takes more than facing three people who don’t even like each other, backed up by a former world champion. That’s a world of fuckin’ difference from facin’ a well-oiled team.
Laurel Anne Hardy: They’re all damn good wrestlers in their own right, though. How many bloody titles have Joey an’ Angelica held between ’em? It’s still a hell of a start on-
Someone in a FRONTIER shirt – maybe a producer, maybe ring crew – approaches them and hands over an envelope.
FRONTIER Employee: This was left for you.
Laurel accepts it, and frowns as she reads the front.
Laurel Anne Hardy: “Laurel and Eva”.
Evangelista: Only one person calls me Eva…
Laurel tears it open and extracts a letter. She starts reading aloud – slowly, and with great difficulty.
Laurel Anne Hardy: “Sorry I… couldn’t be at the show tonight. I need to talk to you…”
She grunts and passes it across to her friend.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You read it and tell me what it says.
Evangelista: “I need to talk to you about opportunities and certain mutual acquaintances.” Okay, so he says… let’s see…
She narrows her eyes and, still reading silently, drags Laurel down a corridor away from the camera.
— /VIDEO —
Pre-match
Michael Hopkins vs. Mr. Rottentreats
The bell is sounded by Tiger Ref, who has been appointed to this match due to his ability to stand tall against any rough stuff from wrestlers, which is expected between these two. Treats and Hopkins circle the ring to start, seemingly talking crap at each other in the process. Finally the two men hook up and we’re right into the action as Rottentreats gauges the eyes of Hopkins, who backs away holding his face. Tiger Ref steps between the two men, pushing ‘Treats away, who looks shocked at the ref’s interjection. Tiger calls for Mr Rottentreats to watch his behaviour, in broken English, but Treats just shrugs him off.
Hopkins makes the most of the distraction to grab Treats and whip him into the corner, charging in with an elbow up. But Treats moves out of the way and Hopkins hits the turnbuckle hard, bouncing back out slightly. Treats quickly follows up with a dropkick to the back, sending the Welsh Dragon crashing back into the corner again. He grabs Hopkins, who gets an elbow up to stop the attack.
He grabs the man known as the Pagliacci of Professional Wrestling and connects with a European Uppercut, and then follows it with a second. Treats is reeling and Hopkins takes advantage with some big kicks and then a hard Pele kick! He makes a cover but Treats is out before Tiger Ref can even start making the count. It’s just too early to be trying to end things.
Treats gets back to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt from Hopkins. He moves quickly to grab Hopkins and take him over with a suplex. He stomps on the mid-section of Hopkins as he tries to get back to his feet. Hopkins battles his way back up, only to be met by more strikes. Treats then grabs him in a schoolboy roll-up! 1… No, Tiger Ref stops counting! Tiger Ref stands up, walks round to the side of Rottentreats and sees his feet up on the ropes for leverage. He puts his hands on his hips and looks at Treats, who says “what’s up?” much to the amusement of the few people who heard him. Tiger Ref kicks the legs of Treats and wags a finger at him as he moves away from Hopkins.
Hopkins is looking a little pissed off as he watches his opponent argue with the referee. After a moment he decides enough is enough and he picks up a surprised Treats and takes him down with a Samoan drop. He quickly climbs the turnbuckle and steadies himself… ELBOW DROP! Cover, 1…2…NO! Kickout from Mr Rottentreats. The clown rolls out to the ring apron and sits there, recovering for a moment while shaking his head. Hopkins calls on him to get back into the ring but Treats just sits there. Hopkins decides to charge in, looking for a baseball slide, but Treats moves quickly to leap to his feet, leap into the air and connect with a SLINGSHOT LEGDROP ON THE SLIDING HOPKINS!!
Treats pulls Hopkins to his feet and gets him ready for a suplex, hooking a leg and landing an impressive swinging fisherman suplex! He holds on for the pin attempt, but Hopkins is out at two. Hopkins is up and Treats charges in… SPINEBUSTER!! He pulls Treats up and pushes him into the corner. Big running dropkick! Hopkins turns around and raises his arm, while Rottentreats grabs the ropes and pulls himself up! Rottentreats runs the ropes and just as Hopkins turns around he’s met by a massive clothesline that sends him over the top and to the floor! He does a little dance and runs the ropes again… suicide dive? No… fake out… that’s the Clownwalk Suicida!
Rottentreats laughs as Hopkins gets back into the ring. Treats asks for him to attack, and the Welsh Dragon obliges as he charges in with a big right hand, blocked by Treats. Treats connects with a blow of his own, the Liverpool crowd booing. Hopkins connects, the crowd cheers. Treats connects to a chorus of boos. Hopkins. Treats. Cheers. Boos. Cheers. Cheers Cheers. Hopkins in control now as he grabs the clown… big elevated gutbuster! And a cover, 1…2… Treats out at two.
Treats escapes to the ring apron while Hopkins talks to Tiger Ref about the count, giving Treats the opportunity to climb the turnbuckle! ROTTENRANA!!! Cover… One… Two… Thr… NO!! Tiger Ref spots the handful of tights and stops the count again! Hopkins spots an opportunity… LET’S PLAY FOOTBALL BITCH (Kicks to the chest and back of a knelt opponent then followed by a roundhouse kick to the head)!! Cover, One… Two… Th… NO!!! MR ROTTENTREATS KICKS OUT!
Hopkins steps back, stalking his opponent as he gets back to his feet. He charges for the Dragon Tackle (Spear), but Treats dives out of the way and Hopkins flies into the turnbuckle!!! The clown grabs the Dragon… ROTTEN ROLLUP (Snapmare Driver/Peretti Special Combo)!! Pinning predicament… One… Two… THREE!!!
Your winner, Mr Rottentreats!!!
And with that our WARPED vs. FRONTIER special comes to a close. And each company has 3 winners to their name, so neither company comes away with full bragging rights. But, hey, let’s just remember the night of fantastic action we just witnessed!
And let’s also not forget that you all get another bout of FRONTIER action in a couple of weeks, you lucky things! Until then, take care