Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER returned to the King George’s Hall in Blackburn on Sunday night, bringing with us the carnage and action as only we can provide!
Let’s kick our re-cap off with a little video snippet, as our roving camera caught Madman Szalinski roaming the backstage area…
—VIDEO–
A shot of a door that leads to one of the talent locker rooms is shown. The locker room door open and Xristus, dressed in the white, red, and black hooded Missio Dei gear, steps out into the main hallway. He takes a couple steps forward then stops as someone is in his path. It’s Madman Szalinski, minority owner of FRONTIER.
Madman: Good evening, Xristus.
Madman extends a hand out to him. Xristus remains expressionless and just stares down at the man’s extended hand. Respecting the large man’s apprehension, he retracts his hand and gets straight to business with a serious tone.
Madman: Fair enough. I’m gonna get right to it. I’m trying to put this company back together so I can make it better than ever. And I respect what you stand for and what you bring to the FRONTIER ring. I’m looking for a volunteer for a special assignment. Are you interested?
Xristus slowly lifts his head and stares directly into Madman’s eyes as if reading his soul. After a few moments, Xristus nods and responds with a passage of Scripture.
Xristus: Everyone is subject to the governing authorities for there is no authority except that which the Most High has established. I will listen.
Madman’s eyebrows raise as he tries to make sense of Xristus’ words. Regardless, Madman is pleased with Xristus’ answer.
Madman: All right, let’s go talk about this…
Madman opens the locker room door, gesturing for Xristus to follow him (away from the camera.) He obliges him.
–/VIDEO–
Our co-owner, Mr Szalinski, obviously has some kind of plan here tonight. I guess we’ll have to wait and see what he’s up to as the night progresses.
And while that was going on backstage, someone else had something to say in the ring…
— VIDEO —
(A mixed reaction reverberates through the crowd as a black haired woman in a white blazer with a black blouse underneath, matching pencil skirt, and black high heeled pumps begins to make her way to the ring to no music. She is quite an attractive woman and the male fans, for the most part, whistle and cheer while the ladies ignore or boo. Finally she steps into the ring and is handed a microphone.)
Samantha: Ladies and gentlemen may I please have your attention?
(Generally what happens when a wrestling audience is asked to be quiet is they get louder and this is the case here as they start to get louder for a brief moment though this woman seems to have great poise and patience as she waits it out until they finally do calm down.)
Samantha: Ahem, thank you. My name is Samantha Hodgson and I am here on behalf of my client. You know her best as the woman who carried Summer Collins and her pathetic little ass to a victory two weeks ago. You know her best as the ten time world champion, triple hall of famer, “The Golden Goddess” Angelica Jones!
(Saying Angelica’s name gets a few more cheers out of the audience.)
Samantha: First I wish to thank FRONTIER management for granting my client this show off. You see, by the time you see this on home video or read about this on the FRONTIER website my client will have humiliated and humbled a supposed MMA superstar by giving him the thrashing of a lifetime in Manchester!
(Hodgson nods her head.)
Samantha: My client is a busy woman with many bookings. Her career has been rejuvenated ever since she reunited with me and she knows that I will take her places that she has only dreamed of. A fourth, fifth, or even sixth hall of fame? Five more world titles? There is no limit to what The Golden Goddess can and will do in this industry. Do you wish to know why?
(She points at herself.)
Samantha: Because I always make sure my clients get what they want. I always make sure my clients are successful. When my clients are successful that means I am successful. When my clients make money I make money. I want to see all of my clients succeed and Angelica Jones is truly a special client. Out of all of my clients she is my diamond. Your heroes like Jay Pride, Evangelista, and Laurel Anne Hardy fight for championship gold but Angelica Jones IS my gold. That is why I dubbed her the Golden Goddess because in this industry she is gold and she is god. And Ms. Jones will be here with you when FRONTIER comes to Cardiff.
— /VIDEO —
Samantha Hodgson filling us in on where her client is tonight. Making sure that, even with her absence, Angelica Jones still becomes part of this show. But, hey, that’s a managers job, right?
First off, w had a FRONTIER newcomer named Orlando Ocean making his debut against FRONTIER’s resident carnivore extraordinaire…Arcadia Chavez. Who took a bite out of who?
Orlando Ocean vs. Arcadia Chavez
Orlando received a decent ovation from a crowd that didn’t quite know him yet, but FRONTIER’s always been good at welcoming newcomers. But when you have someone as strange and vicious as Arcadia Chavez, it’s tough to be courteous. And if that someone seems to switch back and forth between the two without any sense of reason, it’s just downright scary.
With a noticeable size advantage, Orlando at first seemed to be in control. Arcadia dodges clotheslines and grapple attempts, but when he caught her coming off the ropes with a running kick, he sent her flying with a flapjack. At first, Orlando does have control…until Arcadia Chavez bails to the floor, begging for mercy. She is able to convince Orlando to not chase her, only for her to suddenly slide in underneath the bottom rope and blast Orlando Ocean with a Scythe (jumping roundhouse kick) out of nowhere!
It might have only netted a two count, but it kept the larger man down in order for Arcadia to begin a massive assault with everything she has – knee drops, elbow drops, stomps, punches, headbutts – both the leaning down kind and the running jump kind – I don’t know how she kept her breath! She hit a running senton at one point and jumped so far, her feet hit the bottom rope and Orlando was laying a couple of feet away! (So it was more like a flipping headbutt, really…but she didn’t care, she didn’t even want a cover.)
She finally stopped long enough to try and strangle him with a sleeper, but Orlando was far from done. With the vocal support of the crowd now behind him, Orlando Ocean stands up with Chavez on his back! She’s trying to get loose! He backs up and drives her into the corner! The top buckle came off! She’s still hanging on! He steps out of the corner and drives her down with the Russian leg sweep! Orlando is back up…but Arcadia isn’t lying down for him! She’s right back on her feet! What’s going to go down here?
Orlando is about to pull her back in…SHE BIT HIM! Right on the arm!
Ed Watling isn’t Ray Charles, so he’s obviously calling this one right now…WHAT? No! Quit messing with the turnbuckle cover, Ed! Orlando’s holding his wrist…and ANOTHER Scythe, again to the back of the head! Extra mean!
Ed turns around…and without any idea about the biting, this one is going to be over!
Your winner, Arcadia Chavez!
That was not how we do things in FRONTIER! And I think she knew it, too…the fans weren’t happy, Orlando wasn’t happy, Ed wasn’t happy when he figured it out…but she was happy about it! At least, we think she was…I’m not sure.
Before we got to the Graves/OOKAMI match we had an unexpected visitor make his way to the ring with a few words for the Blackburn fans.
— VIDEO —
The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the PA system of King George’s Hall, and out from behind the curtain walks an unidentified blue-eyed, dark-haired male, who is dressed in a black shirt and dark blue jeans. Some of the fans cheer the man, and as he makes his way towards the ring, he slaps the hands of those that reach out to him. After clambering into the ring, he goes to collect a microphone from Jenni Starr, and then walks to the centre of the ring. He smiles, seemingly satisfied with the somewhat positive reaction from the crowd, and once his music ceases playing, he begins to speak, revealing a Birmingham accent.
Man: August 2003 – that was the last time that I set foot in this building. And despite over a decade having passed, judging by the kind reception that I just received from a number of you, it appears that some people in these parts still remember me. However, for those of you that don’t know who I am, please, allow me to introduce myself: my name, is Simon Jones.
Again, there are moderate cheers from the crowd.
Simon: During the past eighteen months, life as a professional wrestler has led to me being uprooted from the UK, moving first to Canada, then to the US. But with me now being back home for a couple of months, I thought that I would take the opportunity to check out the British wrestling scene, and maybe attend a show or two. And when I found out that Blackburn was going to be playing host to an event, tonight, I thought, where better to end my first weekend back in Britain, than at a place where I have so much history?
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: You see, eleven years ago, I was on the roster of a promotion that was based in this town – with the majority of their shows being staged here, at King George’s Hall. So of all the venues that I have fought in during my career, I’ve been involved in more matches here, than anywhere else.
Simon glances around the venue.
Simon: Fortunately for me, despite not being a member of their roster, the powers that be in FRONTIER were gracious enough to allow me to come out here, so that I could stand in this ring, in front of you people, one more time. But I’m not here simply to reminisce about the past – no, I’m here to make an announcement, in relation to the next FRONTIER show, on the 20th April.
Simon grins.
Simon: Prior to leaving for North America, I had spent several years living in Cardiff – and two weeks from tonight, FRONTIER will be in the Welsh capital. Now, it has been over ten and a half years since I competed in a match on British soil – but in two weeks’ time, that statistic will come to an end, in my adopted hometown.
This elicits further cheers from the crowd, louder than before; the volume of Simon’s voice rises, as he becomes more animated.
Simon: That’s right, an agreement has been reached, for me to compete in a FRONTIER ring! I don’t know who my opponent – or opponents – will be in two weeks, for what for me will be a one-off match – at least as far as the immediate future is concerned – but what I do know is that, regardless of who I’m up against, I’ll try to play my part in giving you fans a match to remember.
Simon sighs.
Simon: Well, I think I’ve taken enough time away from the full-time members of the FRONTIER roster, so I’d better wrap this up. I hope that you all enjoy the rest of the show. And I look forward to being back inside this ring, in two weeks, dressed to compete, in Cardiff.
Still smiling, Simon goes to hand the microphone back to Jenni Starr. “Simon Says” by Drain STH then begins to play once more, as Simon steps through the ropes, and as he heads backstage, he again slaps hands with some of the fans.
— /VIDEO —
On the card next, we had some of FRONTIER’s more familiar young blood. OOKAMI has appeared on FRONTIER shows a few times, with her most successful moment being a win over her friend Laurel Anne Hardy. Matty Graves is Hardy’s half-brother, who’s also no stranger to these fans, although this is his first time competing with us. As you might expect from a match between her friend and her brother, Laurel is hovering at ringside, watching the action intently.
OOKAMI no Chi vs Matty Graves
The two competitors slap hands respectfully as the bell rings. Lock-up to start, and OOKAMI with the immediate arm wrench and a brutal hammerlock/facebuster hybrid takedown. Matty tries to reach his legs up for a headscissors, but it’s poor technique and OOKAMI breaks it easily. She controls him for a good couple of minutes, her relentless pace helping her always stay a step ahead of where he expects her to be, and she wears him down with varied offence – switching between grapples, strikes and takedowns with speed.
The tide turns when she gets reckless on a stinger splash, though, which Matty ducks under. She’s left wide open for an attack and he finds a lungblower and then a springboard moonsault for a close two count, the fist pin attempt of the match. He goes up top, and dives off in a crossbody… she rolls through into a cradle pin! One, two… he reverses it! She re-reverses and pulls him up in a Boston crab! But he kicks her away.
Matty goes for a clothesline as they regroup, but OOKAMI grabs his arm and swings him into a hammerlock. Matty, anticipating the same facebuster takedown she opened with, leans forward to block it – and OOKAMI smartly rolls him back in a schoolboy. It doesn’t quite get the pin, but shakes his game, and she easily retakes control for another extended stretch.
Finally, when she feels he’s done, OOKAMI hauls Matty over her shoulders in a Canadian rack, surely looking for her Chasedown Bomb – an inverted northern lights bomb – but he smacks her in the side of the head and drops down from her grasp! He swings a high roundhouse – no, she ducks that, comes up behind him, takedown into cobra clutch! She wraps her legs around his middle to complete her signature submission hold, Blood Moon, and he taps in short order.
Your winner, OOKAMI no Chi!
Laurel slides into the ring and raises OOKAMI’s arm, then goes to check that her brother is okay. He assures her he is, and all three hug and celebrate with the fans.
Before we go any further, let’s return to the ring and another unexpected appearance!
— VIDEO —
The crowd are beginning to settle themselves down after the last matchup, checking programs and grabbing snacks and merchandise from the many stands and stalls around the building. Their attitude changes dramatically, however, as they hear a loud shriek over the P.A system as the lights begin to dim. The big screen springs to life, showing the image of silvery white feathers falling to a backdrop of intense flame. The show footage focuses on the screen, a figure of a mighty bird of prey clawing out with vicious, razor sharp talons, unaffected by the inferno. It’s eyes glow a fearful and bright gold, turning to crimson red as it seemingly flies out from the screen making the crowd gasp in awe. Then there is nothing. Nothing but darkness and silence.
The silence is broken, as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. The audience leaps to their feet, almost drowning out the sound of music as several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as a thick cloud of intoxicating smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The figure pauses for a moment, staring out into the audience. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. Around his waist is a glistening golden belt, the plate shaped like an ‘X’ with the words ‘EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion’ upon it. Over his right shoulder is another belt, a much bulkier prize, but no less grand that has ‘GCW World Champion’ upon it. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there.
As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket, pausing with a mocking crucifix pose that would infuriate a certain competitor. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face, lifting his hard earned prizes in the air for all to see. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers. The ring attendant slowly makes his way up the ring steps, nervously handing over a microphone to the twelve time World Champion. Andreas Lasiewicz nods, taking it from him as he paces slowly to the centre of the ring, brushing his long mane out of his face as he readies himself to speak.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Pro Wrestling FRONTIER… Welcome… TO THE NORTH!!!
The crowd roar with approval, the audience in King George’s Hall ferociously chanting Lasiewicz’s name over and over again. Even though “The Morning Star” was expecting this sort of reaction, he still seems taken back by it, nodding his head in approval with his hand upon his heart.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Talk about the twilight zone…
A ‘Welcome Home’ chant breaks out amongst the sold out crowd. Lasiewicz tries to speak again, but the applauding fans make it difficult for him to get a word in. He tries to silence them politely with his hands, making a hush motion. After what seems like an age, they halt their chants for their hero to speak.
Andreas Lasiewicz: You can always trust the Blackburn crowd to give a warm welcome. From the bottom of my cold, dead, black heart… I thank you. Sincerely, I do. It’s been quite a long time since I walked upon these shores, longer still since I step foot in the town of my mother’s birth, the town that took me in as one of their own. This town, with its roots deep in wrestling culture and the people themselves lay down the foundation for the career I have had and the success I am still having. Without you, the people of Blackburn… I would not be where I am today. And to see that I am still made welcome here twenty years after I first laced up my boots… It means more than any prize, any honour, any belt.
He taps both of the World titles that he currently holds, the first man in the company’s history to hold two such honours at the same time.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Another set of people I would like to thank is the Global Frontier Crown board of directors. I’d like to thank them for allowing me to take a leave of absence due to personal matters, and thank them for enabling to take the time to deal with these matters in the only way I know how. I’d also like to thank CJ Osborne… of all fucking people… Who also allowed this, and kept my position as General Manager of FRONTIER in place.
The crowd give an appreciative smatter of applause, even if it seemed like the founder of the Godfathers of Wrestling seemingly reluctant to thank the company’s majority owner.
Andreas Lasiewicz: It’s kind of amusing… This General Manager position of mine was given to me by the board of directors, and CJ Osborne. Let’s just say, due to the terms of my contract… In a position awarded by the ‘majority’, there is nothing the ‘minority’ can do about it.
The crowd spring back to life in a cheer at Andreas’ obvious shot at Madman.
Andreas Lasiewicz: I’m sure there will be much, much more on that… Much, much more. But that is for a later date. Today, as well as reminiscing with old friends and acquaintances, is to announce a special contract that has been drafted up for me. You see, when I became GM, I stepped away from competing within this very ring so I could concentrate on running everything that you can see within this squared circle. Now when I arrived at FRONTIER HQ yesterday to discuss matters prior to this appearance, they handed me this contract. All signed, all legal. And the contents of this contract? Heh…
He has pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket, but the camera can’t zoom in close enough to see exactly what is written upon it.
Andreas Lasiewicz: This contract grants me three matches of my choosing. Three matches against three opponents of my choosing. Three matches against three people with three stipulations of my own choosing. Now I’ve already written down these three names, three stipulations, even the nights that these matches will take place. The power was placed directly into my own hands. Everything is signed, everything is verified. And as for who I will be facing…
The crowd listens on, waiting to hear who Lasiewicz has selected for this series of matches, though he laughs as he doesn’t seem quite ready to spill the beans just yet.
Andreas Lasiewicz: … They will be finding out exactly who they are… very… very soon. Stay tuned…
“Time” strikes up once more as Andreas drops the microphone, marching out of the ring as he greets his fans.
— /VIDEO —
Well ho-ly crap, if it wasn’t Andreas Lasiewicz! I suppose that was to be expected, we can’t come to Blackburn and not hear from Lasie. But who the hell does he want to fight? Or more to the point, who doesn’t he want to fight?
Neither of the competitors in our next bout were strangers to competition…even if they were newcomers to FRONTIER. Cyrus Hendrix and Julia Braddock were ready to show what they had, be it more than just their last name or be it clean of ring rust.
Cyrus Hendrix vs. Julia Braddock
No time to react to the individual moves. No time to talk about it. Headscissors, arm drag, hurricanrana, dropkick, double dropkick, standoff, the crowd loves it, lock up, arm drag, monkey flip, arm drag, spins around, arm ringer, hammerlock, wristlock, hammerlock, side headlock, you see my point? Before I even wrote down the name of the move, it got reversed into something else!
No real advantage to speak of, they just kept going back and forth. Julia focused on using wristlocks, while Cyrus wanted the waistlock power moves. At one point, Julia figured “why not?” and attempted a German suplex of her own, actually landing it. Would she get a quick pin? Dunno. She didn’t bridge long enough to find out…just a roll out, back to her feet, and a Fujuwara armbar face-down into the canvas. This might have been the only point she had an advantage, holding onto the move for a few seconds and even teasing a transition into a Lebell lock (Drug Of Choice).
Cyrus probably didn’t like that, but fortunately Julia was just trying to ride the armbar high, not disrespect her opponent. He was able to get to his feet, break free with some footwork, and hiptoss her over. When she caught his toe kick coming in to follow up, he responded with a very decent Dragon kick in return!
Cyrus did have some other moves too. He hit a nice leg lariat to get out of the armbar when he was spun around and ducked a kick himself. He came back and threw Julia with one awesome releasing Northern lights suplex. He even turned what looked to be the Gloria In Excelsis Deo (Codebreaker) into a go-behind and lungblower, getting the only two-count of the match.
But sooner or later, somebody had to give an inch. Cyrus found his way to the apron after being hit with a dropkick. Julia jumps at him, he pulls the rope down. Julia stays on the apron. They struggle…HURRICANRANA FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR BY JULIA BRADDOCK! Now THAT was worth seeing! That DVD can’t come out soon enough, this move WILL be set on repeat!
Amazingly, they both got back in there before the twenty-count and it was still on!
“FRONTIER!” *clap clap* “FRONTIER!” *clap clap*
Cyrus to the ropes, one more time…Julia ducks down, Cyrus rolls over and lands on his feet, he runs again…swinging neckbreaker! No…they go around and around one more time…GLORIFICATION! (Unprettier) That’s the match!
Well, after Ed counts the pin, of course…
Your winner, Julia Braddock!
It wasn’t the longest match in FRONTIER history, but it was action packed if there ever was! The crowd gave both of these two a standing ovation, and they showed a little bit of respect to each other as well. Another duo of exciting new FRONTIER stars, set to show everybody what the standard is all about!
Speaking of setting the standard, who else sets that standard but the champion? I know, I get the same sick feeling in my gut when I think about our current GFC World Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott. Two weeks ago, he laid it out on the line and challenged FRONTIER’s majority owner, CJ Osborne, to a match and even offered to put the belt on the line. As everyone was about to be reminded, CJ is more than just a businessman…
— VIDEO —
Standing in the middle of the ring is the Primary owner of Pro Wrestling Frontier. The former world champion is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and new t-shirt for injured Frontier star Jay Pride. He moves around the ring as his music fades out. He ask for a microphone from Jenna Starr.
CJ: Good evening Blackburn.
He gets the cheap pop that comes with saying the name of the town. He smiles to himself as he waits for the fans to get quiet.
CJ: I’ve always told the Frontier talent that my door is always open. They are free to come to me voice their opinions and displeasures..Despite what some may think or say I listen to them all and consider them as I make what I believe are the best decisions for Frontier’s future. I want to make that option available to all of our great fans. You can tweet us or if you look on the Frontier website you’ll find email links to everyone in any form of management. We welcome you input and feedback.
A few cheers can be heard for the new open access to the Frontier management.
CJ: Tonight marks the third time Pro-Wrestling Frontier has ventured into the King Georges hall, and I certainly hope it’s not the last.
CJ: Each time we have come to Blackburn history has been made. Those moments might not rank very high in the annals of Frontiers current and future history books, but they are moments that mean a lot to me personally. The first time Frontier came to this building was August 18th, 2012. Two weeks prior to that night I had defeated Brad Jackson to win the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. I had my first title defense here in this building. Fast forward ten months to May 5th, 2013. I walked to this ring as a wrestler for the last time. Now here we are on April 6th, 2014 and once again there will be a huge moment for me.
He pauses momentarily to consider his next words.
CJ: For those who are unaware at the last Frontier show the current GFC World heavyweight and Tag team champion challenged me to a match. Well at least he’d have you believe that he made the challenge. Nevermind the fact that I laid out the challenge to face Chandler anywhere he wanted at anytime weeks ago. He finally put together a situation where he things he’ll have me at a disadvantage.
He shakes his head as he lightly chuckles to himself.
CJ: Chandler came out and rambled on about how I treated him. How I’ve screwed him. Even though I’ve been one of his biggest supporters in Frontier. I offered Chandler Scott the largest contract Frontier history. I’ve allowed Chandler and his pal Jonathan Collins to play their game with the tag team championship. I could have stripped those titles away months ago… Do I like Chandler Scott?
He just shrugs.
CJ: No, I do not. However, I have ALWAYS said I respected what he did in the ring. I respect the fact that he is by far the longest reigning GFC World Heavyweight champion in history. I respect his in ring talent, but I it’s too much to ask for him to return the respect. To recognize the accomplishments of someone who has been in this business for nearly ten years. Far as the challenge goes for the a one on one match for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship goes… I’ll see you in Wales.
He drops the microphone before climbing out of the ring.
— /VIDEO —
The video doesn’t do the crowd volume justice on that one, folks. When he says “Wales” you might wanna turn it down…
Next up, we have a very intriguing match. Xristus, the warrior for God, against Summer Collins…the poster-child for vanity. Summer has shown no respect, but then again, she hasn’t been standing across the ring from this man. Until…now.
Xristus vs. Summer Collins
Even with Crystal Swift at her side, Summer Collins wasn’t so sure about awakening the sleeping giant within Xristus. Her offense, halfway thrown in jest, was initially met with not even a flinch. Summer even went for a springboard plancha (which Xristus declined to dodge) and was just caught in the air, and tossed back aside! I dare say he rolled her back across the ring like a bowling ball! Summer powders out, demanding Crystal to help her come up with a plan.
Xristus reaches down over the ropes towards the floor, grabbing the former cheerleader by the hair. Stunned, Crystal shrieks and throws her hands up. Somehow, she manages to knock Xristus’ hand away from Summer Collins! Xristus looks down, with that look in his eyes…Crystal backs up…and Summer jerks him down neck-first on the top rope!
Summer gets back in the ring quickly, trying to capitalize. Xristus doesn’t give her much time and before long, Summer is again on the run after cartwheeling away from a big running boot. With no lucky break to catch, Summer makes her own – by again bailing to the floor and using Crystal as a shield when Xristus charges in! Xristus stops, inches from smashing Crystal Swift into the ringpost, and does his best to reassure her he means no harm…but a careening Summer Collins sure did, smashing him AND Crystal into the ringpost! (Believe it or not, the top turnbuckle cover came off AGAIN – apparently Ed didn’t tie it back on tight enough earlier!)
Not even batting an eye towards her fallen companion, Summer works on moving Xristus onto the apron, rolling him into the ring. Using a springboard moonsault on the way back into the ring, she goes for a pin. Xristus kicks out at two, Summer being shoved up to a knee. Summer stomps him down, thinking about another move to make.
She climbs up the turnbuckles…but she takes too long to jabber with some unruly fans who disapprove of her. They were much happier when Xristus came up the buckles chasing her, and brought her back down with a top rope superplex! But she was able to kick out somehow!
Summer came back up, Xristus got back up…Summer gets behind him! Million Dollar Dream sleeperhold! She kicks out a leg! She’s holding him down! Down…he’s down! She’s actually choking him out! Sal Mancini’s coming in to raise the arm! One…it drops! Two! It drops again!
Could the third time be the charm!
Not today!
Xristus keeps the arm up high, getting back up. Summer’s clinging on like dryer sheets, but Xristus flings her up…and over…and down! Xristus has her down! Crystal almost let a cheer out, good to see she’s doing okay now! Xristus is looking to the heavens for some strength…he’s got something in mind from across the ring!
He comes in with a shoulder block…Summer moves! Xristus hits the turnbuckles – nope, two turnbuckles and a steel bolt! That cover’s still off!
And Summer with the cheap roll-up…and the win!
Your winner, Summer Collins!
I’d say half of that win should go to the top buckle that was exposed – that thing has caused a lot of trouble tonight, hasn’t it? There we go, Sal’s knotting it on there proper! Summer’s happy, Crystal is happy to be alive, and Xristus…well, let’s hope that this doesn’t discourage him from his mission! The fans are definitely rallying behind him!
Before we even get to our main event, let’s see what happened when Michael Hopkins was about to make his way to the ring…
–VIDEO–
Turning the corner, Michael Hopkins (in full ring gear) looks down a long corridor towards the Gorilla position at the curtain. He begins to walk, when he is stopped by a hand from the side.
Hopkins: …huh?
Stepping out is Madman Szalinski, in a white T-shirt and white mask.
Madman: Sup, pimpin’…
Michael goes to say hello, but Madman stops him.
Madman: Hey, look, I got something to run by you real quick…
Hopkins: I think my match is next.
Madman: I’ll tell them to send you out second. Come on, this won’t take long…oh yeah, here’s this.
Szalinski hands Michael an envelope as the two begin walking down the hallway, past the camera.
Hopkins: What’s this?
Madman: This is how I thank loyal employees. Now let’s talk business. I know what you want, and I think I’ve found a way to give it to you.
Hopkins: Go on…
Madman: Basically, I’m going to need a couple of volunteers to go on a little road trip with me…all expenses paid, of course…
The duo walk out of earshot, and soon out of scene.
–/VIDEO–
Well, we have one more match to go…which can only mean one thing: it’s main event time! Michael Hopkins, the Welsh Dragon, takes on Frank Wiland, formerly DC but currently DB. As in, douchebag. He has been a little bit more of a jerk here lately since the name change. Michael’s never taken that kind of crap from anybody…and shoot, you’ll see.
Michael Hopkins vs Frank Wiland
Michael was first, and the house came down for him. He was a little aggrivated, maybe slapped a hand or two harder than he wanted, but he was all business and you knew he was about to deliver. Frank, on the other hand, played to the jeering crowd (who was firmly behind Michael Hopkins, regardless of Frank’s past.) Frank feigned stepping into the ring a time or two, feeding into Michael’s visible irritation boiling over into rage.
Not even the ring of the bell changed things. Frank was still taking it all too light, until Michael Hopkins ran in with a forearm to remind Frank why they were there. Michael beat Frank across the ring with right hands, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Frank was whipped to the railing, pulled to the apron, slammed into the railing again, slammed back into the apron…Michael’s throwing rib shots, Andrew Woodford’s counting down to twenty…they’re at ten and Frank’s fighting back! Frank whips Michael into the ring steps!
Wiland rolls in and back out to break the count. Michael gets thrown into the ring steps again, clutching his left knee. Frank goes to pull Michael away, but Hopkins lifts him up. Michael stumbles with it, but lands him with an atomic drop balls-first onto the railing! Make your own jokes, people, I’m above that! Now it’s Michael’s turn to slide in, break the count, slide out, AND WHAT A RIGHT HAND INTO FRANK’S FACE! That sound…it was almost creepy. Like a fuse blew.
Frank’s being dragged, but Michael’s still limping. He favors that knee as he rolls Frank into the ring, going in and making a cover…no, just some more right hands. This is a straight up brawl! Michael with a kick! Another one! The shin and the foot right into the chest! “BITCH!” Another kick! “BITCH!” ANOTHER KICK! “BITCH!!!” TO THE HEAD! FRANK WILAND IS DOWN! Michael’s down! He shouldn’t have kicked him with that left leg!
Unable to capitalize with a cover, Michael simply awaits for his opponent to stand. Frank’s chest is blood red, matching his ring gear. Frank gets up, but a European uppercut puts him back into the corner. A pair of kneelifts…and he’s whipped out. Michael comes in…JAY-SUS! Who throws a Superman punch from a run into the corner? This guy! And he nailed it! He goes for the cover…Frank’s foot is on the rope! Hell, I think it landed there and Michael just covered him anyway!
Michael’s getting back up…Frank with a elbow to the gut! Michael’s not having it! Short arm clothesline…ducked! Low shoulder block to the knee! Michael goes down! Frank’s got him now! Frank with a couple of lazy stomps…holds the leg and throws a couple to the back of the knee too! Holds it in…Michael rolls him up! Inside cradle! Frank reverses!
Frank has his tights!
And Michael STILL kicks out!
Michael gets back to a knee, Frank’s waiting for him…Frank bails to the floor! Michael drops down after him, Frank goes around the ring steps…DROP TOE HOLD ON THE FLOOR! Michael is face down! Frank brings him back up, slams him into the apron! He picks the leg up..slams it down onto the ring apron as well! He shoves Michael back through the ropes…under the ring now? He’s got a chair!
Andrew protests all he can, but the chair is slid into the ring anyway. It is left there when Frank gets back into the ring himself, long enough to be picked up by the FRONTIER senior official. Frank argues, but Michael gets back up…Andrew still has the chair! They’re playing tug of war with it! Michael’s coming over! Frank lets go of the chair! It swings out of the referee’s hands and right into Michael! Frank runs over! Queen City Strangehold (Red Hook Ringer)! The referee can’t do anything about it except acknowledge that Michael’s unconscious and this one is over!
Your winner, Frank Wiland!
The theme of the night…cheap, cheap, cheap! Frank gets away with using a chair to win this one! These fans were not thrilled! Frank stuck around to talk some more trash…but when Michael came to, and threw the now downed-chair halfway down the ramp at him, he took off! Michael gave chase, and the crowd felt a little bit of relief knowing that if he caught up to him, justice would be served.
But that’s not where our story ends tonight. Oh no.
–VIDEO–
Without music, Madman Szalinski pops through the curtain. He takes a few steps out and looks around briefly. Slapping hands on the way down, Madman makes it down to the ring (with a slight limp) and still rolls in underneath the bottom rope. When he gets the microphone, he takes a moment to crack his neck and take in the cheers of the crowd.
Madman: Good God, you people cheer for me like I’m still over or something, what’s up?
The Blackburn crowd bursts with even more cheering at Szalinski’s wisecracks.
Madman: All right, let’s get down to business…I’m sorry, but we need to talk about some really important stuff right now. Basically, I’ve got no choice here but to tell you people some truth. And I already know what’s coming, I’m so sorry I have to do what I’m going to do in the near future. But I really don’t have a choice right now. There is literally nobody else stepping up and doing their god damn job right now in FRONTIER…well, I lied about that. Every single wrestler who came out here and got in this ring, they deserved the checks I handed them tonight!
The crowd roars, with a couple of airhorns even heard in the distance. Szalinski breaks and laughs at this.
Madman: OH MY GOD! whoever got the airhorns past security, that’s awesome…
Coughing, Szalinski has to correct himself and adjust his white mask before continuing.
Madman: Anyways, tonight I handed everybody who showed up a bonus check! All you had to do was walk up to me in your gear, say “I’m here to wrestle if you need me” and BAM! You got paid! I even paid guys who didn’t wrestle! I paid all 12 of the Dirty Dozen EVEN THOUGH THEIR CONTRACT IS INVALID, JUST BECAUSE THEY SHOWED UP READY TO GO! You know who DIDN’T come for their free bonus check? CHANDLER SCOTT AND JON COLLINS! You know who wasn’t here to stop me from spending FRONTIER’s money? THE GM ANDREAS LASIEWISCZ!
The crowd begins booing so badly, Madman has to cover his ears. He even goes as far as to point out to a sign in the crowd, telling a camera to get it. The sign is of a Boo from Super Mario with the Harvard crest on its chest. The camera returns to Madman.
Madman: The men who should be here, the ones who should be at the forefront of this company…they aren’t here, are they? But who is? Yeah. That’s right…me. It turns out, I’m the one who gave a shit about FRONTIER and stuck it out. I’m the one who just fucking competed 24 hours ago in a main event match THAT HAD WORLD TITLE IMPLICATIONS, BUT DO YOU SEE ME FLASHING THAT COMPANY’S NAME ON FRONTIER PROGRAMMING? No…you don’t…
Madman holds his chest, lifting the hand with the microphone and raising one index finger. He takes in a deep breath, bringing the mic back down.
Madman: When Heath comes down to Cardiff in two weeks with 220, it benefits everybody. When WARPED comes to town next month, it benefits everybody. When the Godfathers of Wrestling take our belts and run to another company, it benefits nobody but them. So here’s what we’re going to be doing…
Madman points at the curtain, looking directly at it.
Madman: I done talked to a few people about this, but I’m going to extend the offer a little bit. I’m going to take two people out of that locker room, and we’re going to fucking Hell. We’re going into the belly of the beast and we are taking our titles back!
The fans now begin to rally behind Szalinski, as he paces around the ring looking back and forth between fans.
Madman: This is your wake up call! FRONTIER is not a showcase for your resume! FRONTIER is tradition, honor, and respect! FRONTIER is everything that YOU are not! Chandler Scott…Jon Collins…We’re fucking coming for you! As soon as I get back there, that entire locker room is going to be lined up with people who want a shot at you…and if you want to play this game, then let’s break out the god damn Game Genie because I’m done playing with this shit. It’s time to bring FRONTIER back to where it should be.
Madman points directly to the FRONTIER logo at the top of the curtain.
Madman: It’s time to head out West and bring the titles home.
Madman returns the microphone at this, ending his tirade.
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There you have it, folks…CJ Osborne has accepted the challenge of Chandler Scott! But it looks like Chandler Scott and Jon Collins have a challenge of their own to answer – and we don’t even know the challengers yet!
April 20th is going to be an amazing night! We already have several named agreeing to return, debut, or just show up and do what they do best – compete under the FRONTIER banner! See you then!