Casey Black vs Joey Edwards
Loud although somewhat mixed reactions for both men as they return to the FRONTIER ring, particularly Casey Black in his first match in the UK since the GFC Invitational final against Anastasia Starling. They tag hands briefly before the bell then lock up. The two seasoned international stars begin by trading technical holds, but it only takes a couple of minutes before Edwards powers out of a rear waistlock and busts out a springboard spinning heel kick in response. He uses his speed to keep Black off balance, dazing the Mad Cunt and scoring a couple of near falls on him as the match progresses. But when Casey reverses a huracanrana into a cradle of his own, Joey isn't quite quick enough off the mark and he eats a big kick to the face after kicking out. Every time the former leader of The Revolution stands, he's brought back down with an armdrag until finally Casey completes A Story At Three with a big lariat that flips his opponent upside down. Then Casey hauls Joey up in a front facelock, lifts him up vertical suplex style... sitout facebuster! How's It Taste, Motherfucker? connects! He rolls Edwards over for a fall worth two point eight. Feeling emboldened by this, Casey grins and lifts Joey up in an inverted suplex for Fade To Black to end this. But Joey kicks his legs to bring himself down behind Casey, breaks free of Casey's grip and boots him in the small of the back, and takes him down with a snap inverted DDT.
That marks the end of Casey's comeback, and after a moment to catch his breath, Joey takes control again with some stiff strikes. The Great and Mighty one works over the Titan of the Teabag with intelligence and ruthless pace, never allowing Casey the opening to regroup. Joey scores several near falls over Casey with impressive moves including a springboard 450 splash and a bridging vertical suplex. But Casey still has fight when Joey lifts him up for a powerbomb - perhaps even his Genocide Bomb - and forces Edwards to halt the move with some just-strong-enough rights and lefts. They go for the same idea and a pair of roundhouse kicks strike home; Joey's is stronger, dropping Casey back to the mat, but Joey stumbles against the ropes. He comes back off them and assails Black with a rolling thunder - but Casey gets the knees up! The Revolution founder's kidneys crash right across them!
Casey's slow to his feet, but Joey is slower as he's really feeling the effects of those knees. Black powers in for a shining wizard but Joey allez-oops him up and over and spins. He goes for a dropkick as Casey rebounds, but Casey ducks low and runs past it, and as Joey kips back up to his feet, he eats a Black Attack II springboard leg lariat! Casey covers for a very near fall, but Joey kicks out. But Casey follows that up with the Fade to Black, and despite the punishment he's suffered, manages to hold Joey down just long enough for the three count!
Your winner, Casey Black!
What a fast paced, exciting opener for the Cardiff fans! Casey Black makes good on his statement that he's here to win, but Joey Edwards reminded the FRONTIER fans just why he's an international star too!
After the opening match of the night, the shot changes to the backstage area, where we see the current GFC World champion, Sean Sands. Sands is preparing for his upcoming match against Sterling Everett as we see him performing multiple situps, a surprising view since he just went through hell less than 24 hours ago against Jimmy Page, Johnny Karma, and Chandler Scott. He stops performing the situps when he turns to his left and sees a familiar face.
Jay Pride: Hey Sean. How you holdin' up? Hell of a match last night.
Sean sighs before he slowly gets himself to his feet, wiping the sweat off of his face.
Sean Sands: Could be better. Could be worse. But if I can still go, I'm gonna still go, ya know?
Jay Pride: That's the attitude that makes a world champion, Sean. But Sterling... he musta been watching A New Odyssey. I'll bet he smells blood. Be smart out there, aye?
Sean scoffs at the mention of Sterling Everett.
Sean Sands: Sterling Everett isn't going to beat me tonight, I can guarantee that. At least, not by himself, he can't. Now, if a certain group run by a leech seems to find their way ringside... who knows?
An ambivalent look crosses Jay's face; he clearly has feelings on this subject his position as the GFC's liaison to FRONTIER forbids him to express.
Jay Pride: Well, one good bit of news - I think Silas himself ain't here tonight. Unless he's incognito, which... well, not so much his style, but like you said - who knows? But yeah. I don't think either you or Sterling are too high on the Silas World Christmas card list right now - not since he ran down Angelica's title reign from last year. I'll be ringside keepin' an eye out, don't worry.
Sean Sands: Appreciate it. By the way, heard about Anastasia. Sounds terrible, man. And I hate to say it, but I'm gonna need a number one contender for this upcoming supershow and I really don't think she's gonna be ready to go. Any thoughts on who I could be facing next?
Jay Pride: Oh god, that was awfy. I mean, Zack Lifer's always been capable of monstrous things but even for him...
Jay grimaces and shakes his head.
Jay Pride: But yeah, clearly Ana's in no position to wrestle any time soon. Sure you won't be shocked to learn Silas World are pushin' for another shot for Diana. GFC are lookin' at a few names too. Think that a match between you and Shane Tallin or Jess Lasiewicz could behuge, and I'm inclined to agree. All just bouncin' ideas at this point though. Soon as I know, you'll be the first I tell.
Sean Sands: I see. Well, you're a busy man and I don't want to hold you up anymore. You got things to do and so do I. I'll see you after the show, I guess.
Jay Pride: Aye. Good luck out there thenight, an' like I said, I'll keep watch for Silas World.
With that, Jay leaves Sean to get back to his preparations.
Chivalry Is Dead
Arcadia Chavez vs Crystal Swift vs Jessica Lasiewicz
The equally deranged Arcadia and Crystal start trading blows immediately... steel chair blows, that is! Arcadia lets Crystal hit her with a chair and then Crystal does the same, letting Arcadia hit her with a chair, in an odd game of one-upmanship. Then Jessica comes in with a Singapore cane, blasting both of them over the head. Jessica with a snap suplex on Crystal on a trash can, but Arcadia with a Death Blow onto Jessica on a steel chair! She goes for the cover but Crystal breaks it up. Crystal with a Crystal Kick to Arcadia, kicking a steel chair back into her face and sending her outside. She then delivers a neckbreaker onto Jessica onto a steel chair. Crystal goes after Arcadia and attempts a piledriver onto the ring steps, but Arcadia back drops out of it sending Crystal plummeting to the concrete floor. Arcadia turns around and flies off the steps and lands with an elbow drop onto Crystal. Jessica then comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a moonsault in the ring to the outside, taking out both ladies! Jessica rolls Arcadia back into the ring. Jessica goes for Our Lady Peace but Arcadia ducks and lands The Scythe. Crystal back in with Crystal Clear to Arcadia! She covers but Jessica breaks it up. Crystal goes for Crystal Clear on Jessica, but Jessica counters with an Our Lady Peace! She locks Crystal up in the Four Card Trick. Crystal fights, but in the centre of the ring and with Arcadia still down from Crystal's own finisher, there's not much she can do. In the end, Crystal taps out.
Your winner, Jessica Lasiewicz!
"Men of Harlech" begins to play over the PA system of the Cardiff Arena, which elicits a cheer from the fans.
Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming
Can't you see their spearpoints gleaming?
See their warrior pennants streaming
To this battlefield
As the first verse of "Men of Harlech" ends, sometime wrestler for Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, Simon Jones, emerges from behind the curtain, followed by former member of the roster of Frontier Grappling Arts - and Cardiff native - Natalie McKinley. The duo are greeted by a loud cheer from the fans; conspicuously, Natalie is wearing a replica Wales rugby union jersey.
Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It can not be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Welshmen never yield
Simon and Natalie slowly make their way towards the ring, savouring the reception from the crowd, and slapping hands with the fans that reach out to them on either side of the aisle.
From the hills rebounding
Crowd: *Clap Clap*
Let this war cry sounding
Crowd: *Clap Clap*
Summon all at Cambria's call,
The mighty force surrounding
Crowd: *Clap Clap*
After arriving at the ringside area, Natalie leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes, while Simon clambers up the steps, and into the ring.
Men of Harlech, on to glory!
This will ever be your story
Keep these burning words before ye:
Welshmen will not yield
As Simon goes to collect two microphones from Jenni Starr, Natalie walks to the side of the ring that is nearest to the camera, looks out at the crowd, and raises both of her arms, to further cheers and applause from the fans; she then turns around and walks to the opposite side of the ring, before again raising both arms, to more cheers and applause. When "Men of Harlech" ceases playing, Simon is about to hand one of the two microphones to Natalie, only for the fans to start a chant.
Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, Natalie! Do the Ayatollah, Natalie! Do the Ayatollah, Natalie!
Natalie grins, and at the urging of the crowd, she performs the Ayatollah - a gesture used by the fans of Cardiff City F.C., that is done by repeatedly patting the top of the head with both hands. The fans cheer Natalie, and as Simon hands her a microphone, the attention of the fans is turned towards him.
Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, Simon! Do the Ayatollah, Simon! Do the Ayatollah, Simon!
Simon hesitates at first, but he then places his microphone on the canvas, before acquiescing to the fans' request for him to "do the Ayatollah." The fans cheer again, and as Simon reaches down to pick up the microphone, another chant is heard.
Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, everyone! Do the Ayatollah, everyone! Do the Ayatollah, everyone!
The fans amuse themselves, with the majority of them joining in with performing the Ayatollah. Natalie then looks towards Simon, expectantly, but he gestures for her to speak first.
Natalie McKinley: Noswaith dda, Caerdydd!
Simon Jones: Croeso i Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER.
The crowd cheer loudly again.
Natalie McKinley: I'm assuming that you have all enjoyed your Saint David's Day weekend.
Simon glances around the arena, looking at the fans on each side of the ring.
Simon Jones: It looks as though some of you haven't stopped drinking since the final whistle was blown in Paris yesterday.
Natalie McKinley: And as if Wales beating France wasn't enough...
Natalie is interrupted by another loud cheer from the fans, who then start another chant.
Crowd: Wales! Wales! Wales! Wales!
Natalie grins, before continuing.
Natalie McKinley: As if that wasn't enough, this afternoon we got the added bonus of Ireland beating England.
The crowd cheer again for this, almost as loud as before; Simon turns to look towards Natalie.
Simon Jones: How many times do I have to tell you, Natalie? I don't care what the score was - I'm a fan of rugby league, not rugby union.
Simon then turns back to address the fans.
Simon Jones: It has only been two and a half months since I was last inside a FRONTIER ring, when I participated in the GFC Invitational, last December. Of course, that tournament didn't quite pan out how I would have liked it to - perhaps it was asking too much for me to win such a tournament, after not having wrestled for five months. But regardless of that, congratulations to Anastasia Starling on winning the GFC Invitational - she earned it.
There is a polite round of applause from the crowd.
Simon Jones: On the subject of Anastasia Starling, I'm aware that a few days ago, she was the victim of a vicious attack, so I would just like to wish her well, and say that I hope she makes a quick recovery.
This draws another, louder, round of applause from the crowd.
Simon Jones: While Anastasia Starling has a match for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship to look forward to - once she recovers - of more immediate concern for the current champion, Sean Sands, is his match later this evening against Sterling Everett.
The fans boo at the mention of Sterling Everett.
Simon Jones: Sterling Everett - the man that carries around a cricket bat, and who claims to be the saviour of British wrestling.
Simon shakes his head, as he contemplates that notion.
Simon Jones: Firstly, speaking as a fellow Brummie, the only person from Birmingham that should be swinging around a cricket bat is Ian Westwood - or one of the other players for the Bears. But as for you being "the saviour of British wrestling"...
Simon shakes his head again, scoffing at such an idea.
Simon Jones: The rumours of the demise of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, and of British wrestling in general, have been greatly exaggerated. British wrestling is alive and well - wrestlers such as Evangelista, Laurel Anne Hardy, Michael Hopkins, and Mia Scott, prove that every time that they set foot in this ring. And so do the numerous British wrestlers that ply their trade overseas...
Simon looks towards Natalie.
Simon Jones: Such as the young lady currently stood in the ring with me.
Simon then looks back out at the fans.
Simon Jones: And as for your claim, Sterling Everett, that Sean Sands doesn't belong here, well, that man has earned his place atop the Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER mountain; he is a very talented wrestler, a fine champion, and a great representative for this promotion.
Simon nods his head.
Simon Jones: I may not be a full-time member of the roster, but I am proud to be associated with Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. And judging by the fact that this venue is sold out, there are still plenty of wrestling fans in the UK that are proud of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER.
Simon again glances around the arena, looking at all of the fans that are in attendance.
Simon Jones: But hey, don't take my word for it - the noise that these fans make should be enough to let you know how much they enjoy being a part of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Isn't that right?
Simon points his microphone towards the fans, who respond with prolonged cheers.
Simon Jones: That's what I thought.
Simon quickly glances at Natalie.
Simon Jones: Well, I think Natalie and I - well, mainly me - have taken up enough of your time, so we're going to leave you now. But please, enjoy the rest of the show, and keep up the noise.
Natalie McKinley: Nos da.
As the fans cheer once more, Simon hands the microphones back to Jenni Starr. "Simon Says" by Drain STH then begins to play over the PA system, as Simon and Natalie exit the ring, and as they head backstage, they slap hands with some more of the fans.
Scarlet Flint gets a mixed reaction as she emerged, although her partner Nina Stokes - wearing more than a couple of sticking plasters courtesy of PWP's Queen of the Deathmatch tournament - gets big cheers, to Scarlet's bemusement. Nina takes the mic and thanks the Cardiff fans, promises that she'll be healed up and back in action next time, then wishes her girl luck tonight. Unfortunately for Scarlet, her scattered support diminishes still further when "No Good Advice" hits the speakers. Leanne Evangelista looks all business tonight, and memories of Silas World screwing herself and Laurel Anne Hardy out of their World Tag Team Championship last time out can't be far from her mind.
Evangelista vs Scarlet Flint
The diminutive wrestlers go into high gear right away, criss-crossing as they look for running strikes and takedowns. It's Scarlet with a monkey flip first and she floats over looking for an armlock, but Evangelista reverses into one of her own. Scarlet re-reverses, and the two spend some time on the mat trading holds before breaking apart to a round of applause. Evangelista's experience comes into play when she counters a spinning heel kick with an electric chair lift, inviting the rana attempt. When Scarlet goes for it, Evangelista answers with a ring-shaking wheelbarrow facebuster for a near fall. An even closer fall comes a minute later, when Evangelista counters a flying seated senton into a sheerdrop powerbomb. Evangelista lifts Flint up from behind in a dragon sleeper, no doubt looking for the Lime Street Loop. But Scarlet kicks back, connecting a heel to the inside of Leanne's thigh. As Leanne doubles over, Scarlet spins one-eighty and catches her with an uppercut. Evangelista sags back, then returns fire with a European of her own, pushing Flint's head down at the same time to make it the signature strike of Shane Tallin's Battlegrounds academy.
Flint stumbles to one knee - then comes back with a knuckle jab to the side of the forehead! Evangelista clearly wasn't anticipating the dirty move, and is stunned. Scarlet snaps Evangelista to the mat with a DDT, then goes for an Indian deathlock. But Evangelista manages to kick her away. As they begin trading holds and counter-holds on the mat again, Evangelista's experience again factors in as she uses her broad frame - an inch shorter than her opponent, yet forty pounds heavier - to pin down key mobility points on Scarlet' slight body. But Scarlet impresses the fans when she finds a textbook handstand escape from a headscissors, and catches the sitting Evangelista with a fast dropkick to the chin. She drops a knee across the collarbone and digs down hard. When the ref warns her, she drags Evangelista up by the hair and throws her backwards in a beautiful bridging northern lights suplex. It's all the winded Evangelista can do to push sideways to break the bridge.
Scarlet punishes her opponent with a mixture of quick strikes, impactful suplexes and running takedowns. After a couple of minutes she connects with a stiff Power Shift combo, the palm thrust into the STO, then shows off with a deadlift German suplex to her heavier opponent. After taking a moment to flex her, ahem, "muscles", Scarlet drops down ready for the lightning fast tornado kick she calls A Beautiful Death. Evangelista rises, and Flint strikes. Evangelista ducks the first kick... ducks the follow through! Scarlet's left facing away from her, wondering what happened - until she feels Evangelista grab her from behind for the Headbreaker!
NO! Scarlet with a second low blow mule kick, this time hitting somewhere much worse than the inner thigh, and then she turns and leaps into an enzuigiri! Evangelista's dropped to her hands and knees and A Beautiful Death comes for her again. She ducks the first kick... takes the follow through full on! Scarlet scrambles over her for the pin, and braces a foot against the bottom rope for good measure. One, two... three!
Your winner, Scarlet Flint!
After the match Stokes - who, from her place at ringside, missed certain questionable elements of the ending - slides in and proudly raises Flint's hand, but also helps up and congratulates her friend Evangelista, which doesn't seem to sit amazingly well with Scarlet. Still, Scarlet hops up on the turnbuckles to celebrate her big win.
We go backstage to a locker room where GFC Commonwealth Champion Mia Scott sits, halfway prepared for her title defense later in the night. She's dressed and ready for the match, but her hands are only half-taped; she's seated in the corner of the room staring at her phone, and the GFC Commonwealth Championship itself is no where to be seen. Whatever she's looking at, she keeps dragging her finger down her phone's screen, watching it try to update... then come back with nothing; try to update... then come back with nothing. She scowls at the phone, mumbling... something to herself, only finally looking up when the locker room door opens and shuts, and into the frame steps the former GFC World Champion and current liaison to the GFC itself, Jay Pride.
Jay Pride: Mia...
Despite whatever’s got her wound up, Mia flashes a smile to Jay - a bit obviously phony of one, judging by the former GFC Champion’s incredulous look toward the Canterbury girl.
Mia Scott: Hey, Jay.
Jay Pride: How you daein'? Feeling ready?
Mia glances at her half-taped wrists, her unlaced boots, and the bag in which both the GFC Commonwealth and ECWF United States titles lay. She scoffs a little bit, shaking her head briefly.
Mia Scott: No, but... I don't guess there's any chance I can get out there early, huh?
Jay Pride: Sorry, Mia. I've tried everything I can.
The Commonwealth Champion's nerves seem to get a bit more frazzled by that bit of news, reaching up and running a hand through her hair, huffing out the breath she took in. Her eyes close, her head knocks back against the wall...
Jay Pride: What's got you wanting to go out early, anyway?
Mia Scott: It's...
Mia sighs again, moving her gaze from the ceiling, to her friend, to the floor, and back.
Mia Scott: Just... bitta personal business, yeh?
Jay Pride: Well, if you need to talk about it I'm here - as the GFC liaison and as your friend.
Mia Scott: Just... too much shit going on, Jay. I got rumours following me around that Lacey's bloody psychotic, drug addicted, and most importantly DEAD ex is watching our house, I got fuckheads in FGA dragging my personal life through the mud, I got Silas World waiting with... who the hell knows what to try and screw me tonight, and on top of it all...
Mia huffs, knocking her head back against the wall again, a slightly solid THUD filling the locker room for the moment.
Mia Scott: She failed a drug test for fucking Oxi... I know she ain't been to a doctor, have that prescribed again... means...
Mia can't make herself finish the sentence... least of all the comparison in her head. It visibly causes her to shiver, drawing her lip into her mouth as she turns her gaze back to Jay again.
Mia Scott: Yer sure I can't go on early?
Jay Pride: Running order's already been signed off. Cannae make such a big change at this notice. Only person with that power's Angelica an' I can't get ahold of her.
Mia’s head slumps a little bit...she can’t help but scoff a little bit, just staring down at the ground.
Mia Scott: Heh... never thought I'd be trying to get out of being the main event...
Jay Pride: C'mon, chin up. She'd want you focused on tonight, aye?
One hand of the Commonwealth Champion grips the wrist tape dangling off the other hand. She stares at it briefly, silent, then wraps it a couple times around her hands, tearing it off a bit more aggressively than she might normally.
Mia Scott: Yeh... I guess...
Mia glances up at Jay with as much of a smile as she can force herself to make - more of just a bit of a curled-up lip. She pinches between her eyes a little bit, brushing hair out of her face.
Mia Scott: Thanks.
From that, we mix back to ringside.
Krissy Spencer & Summer Newman vs Matt Kail & Serena Raine
The two experienced teams start off hot, with many fast tags and some high-impact double team moves inside the first five minutes. It's Spencer and Newman in charge with an abdominal stretch and kicks to the ribs... no, it's Raine and Kail in charge with a double suplex lungblower... no, Krissy and Summer regain control with a double chickenwing facebreaker! Incredible conditioning and endurance on display from all four, as all four take some extremely nasty hits early on. Things start to slow down eventually though, with more submissions coming into play. Neither team is shy about breaking up pins and submission attempts and there a few places where it seems like the match would be over if a partner had been just a shade slower. A big breaking point comes when Serena goes for a Poetry In Motion off Matt, only to be caught by Summer and swung out over the apron where Krissy brings her all the way down to ringside with a cutter. Matt crushes Summer against the buckles with a hip block then snapmares her out into the middle of the ring and connects with a Thank You, Pain kick, but Krissy reaches under the ropes and drags him out as he covers. Raine and Kail help each other up at ringside - and are wiped out by a suicida from Summer Newman!
The former members of the English Purity Movement take firm control over the graduates of Shane Tallin's Battlegrounds Academy, keeping Serena isolated in their corner and preventing Matt from being able to come to her aid. Serena comes close to making an escape a couple of times, but her opponents always find a way to bring her back. Eventually she gets an opening with a stunner and tags Matt who comes in as the proverbial house on fire, knocking down both Summer and Krissy with big strikes. He turns the tables by isolating Summer, and once Serena's rested up, he lets her back in for some revenge. Krissy comes in aiming to stop Serena in her tracks but she's cut off by Matt who sends her right over the ropes! Krissy again drags Matt out, while Serena drops Summer with a chop block and keeps the leg held to twist it into Liquid Pain. Krissy throws Matt into the barricade then comes in and breaks it up, but Serena drops her with a Violent Serenade. Summer responds by downing Serena with her own stunner, the Money Clip. Summer rouses Krissy and they go for the double team but Matt grabs their ankles from ringside and yanks them both onto their faces. While they right themselves Matt climbs onto the apron. Krissy makes a go for him but he drops to ringside snapping her neck across the top rope, and she stumbles back into Summer! Summer's knocked off balance and she walks straight into a Rain Of Blood neckbreaker from Serena! Serena with the pin. One... two... Krissy rushes across but Matt drags her back... three!
Your winners, Matt Kail & Serena Raine!
The show cuts backstage to where a little man is stood, dressed in his blue body suit as well as a Bestia Non Grata t-shirt that some fans may recognize from it being shilled out on Twitter. He’s smiling widely, as is clearly visible through the opening in his mask.
Kickass Smurf: 'Sup, buddies!
He says, excitedly, throwing a double thumbs up at the camera.
Kickass Smurf: For those of you who don't know me, lemme introduce myself. My name is Kickass Smurf and I'm here in Pro Wrestling FRONTIER for one very simple reason.
Two reasons if you include his desire to try and get close to Leanne Evangelista, but he's not likely to admit that on camera.
Kickass Smurf: To be the smurfiest wrestler I can be. It's my aim, my goal in life to be the most smurftacular wrestler in Britain today and if that means I have to wrestle the length and breadth of these countries; from Lands End to John O'Groats, Dover to Belfast, I'm gonna smurf harder than anyone has ever smurfed before…
He's interrupted by sneering laughter from off camera, and a moment later a man walks into frame - a huge man with frosted spikes and sculpted facial hair. He's in a muscle vest, showing off perhaps the buffest physique ever seen on a FRONTIER show. Each of his biceps is about the same size as Kickass Smurf's entire head.
Cloudy P: You got a lot of noise, little man... noise about you from fans and dirtsheets. Noise coming out that vagina you call a mouth under that mask. Hey, why you wear that? You on the run or you just ugly? Nah nah nah, don't answer. I don't give a damn. What I do give a damn about is you stealing my thunder. Cloudy P is gonna be the biggest star in British wrestling. The Tsar of British wrestling. And when I grace a contract for this company with my signature? The only two words anyone can say are "Kickass Smurf." All damn week, in a week that's meant to be all about me, all I hear is "Kickass Smurf." I ain't having that.
This man, apparently called Cloudy P, folds his arms. Muscles ripple like the surface of a lake. Kickass looks down at the biceps of the man standing opposite as he tries to measure them, gauging them against the size of his own head.
Cloudy P: You think you're hot shit, pal? Let's see what you got. Next week, you and me, and I show Britain why no damn blue midget is fit to lace up the boots of a REAL wrestler.
And he slaps his bicep, grinning at the meaty echo in this bare hallway.
Cloudy P: ...or are you a chicken as well as a smurf?
Kickass Smurf: Whoa, buddy, ain't nobody gonna call me chicken. But you wanna interrupt me and be all unsmurfy like that, then you're on, buddy. You and me next week - #SmurfYeah!
Lots of tension there as we fade away. And ole Bobby Belter can tell you, it's officially on! Debutant vs debutant on our next show as Cloudy P takes on the SSWA Heavyweight Champion, Kickass Smurf!