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Natural PROGRESSion: PROGRESS Chapter 24 – Hit The North!
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Last time out at PROGRESS Wrestling, I wasn’t incredibly impressed with the product I was given… mainly due to The Origin, whose act as top heel stable was admirable, but as the show wore on, it became painfully aware to me that they were going nowhere fast. The premise was simple; these are several dudes who have been with PROGRESS since the beginning, and were pissed that they weren’t going places. It’s almost like The Decade of the UK, just without the good Jimmy Jacobs matches. But they took up 1/3 of the Chapter 23 with boring matches, formulaic angles and left me with a generally bad taste in my mouth. But hey, it’s a new day and a new Chapter, and we’ve changed locations! After their shows at the Electric Ballroom in London were so consistently successful, PROGRESS decided to trek on up to Manchester to try their hand at expanding. And what do you know, that sold out too! So it’s safe to say that PROGRESS has done nothing but gain momentum.
We are TAPED from The Ritz in Manchester, England.
Your hosts are Callum Leslie and RJ Singh. Not sure what’s prompted the new commentator, but c’est la vie.
As always, we start with Jim Smallman in the ring. From the jump, the lighting and acoustics of The Ritz are not anywhere near as tight as they are at the Electric Ballroom. It is a pretty nifty little building though, and it’s not unwatchable… but after being so ridiculously impressed with their Electric Ballroom aesthetic, it’s slightly jarring. The crowd starts booing in the middle of Jim’s speech, and Jim is appalled until he realizes it’s just referee Chris Roberts walking down to the ring.
Mark Haskins vs. Bubblegum
Mark Haskins has consistently one of the most impressive workers in these last several PROGRESS shows, and I’m counting down the days until I get to see his BOLA debut. Bubblegum was a fairly enjoyable heel – with tremendous theme music – during my first PROGRESS show Chapter 20 but I’ve yet to see him in a singles capacity. 11
The PROGRESS crowds rendition of “Jus a Rascal” might trump Dizzee’s ever-so-slightly. Bubblegum throws an enthusiastic leg kick, but soon realizes the error of his ways, as Haskins gets the upperhand relatively easily. Bubblegum catches a stray kick, but Haskins rolls through into his beautiful Sharpshooter. Bubblegum spills outside where he originally dodges a Haskins dive, but Haskins catches himself and dives out on the other side with a Tope Suicida. Haskins chucks Bubblegum into the ring to work on his arm, but Bubblegum counters a DVD by raking Mark’s eyes, before chucking him outside to get himself some rest. Haskins slinks back in, but Bubblegum is hot on his trail and grind shim down to the mat. Bubblegum sticks his hand in his trunks and tries to rake Haskins’ face, but Mark slithers out and Snake Eyes him. Haskins makes his comeback and gives Bubblegum a pair of intense dropkicks in the corner. Bubblegum fights out of Made In Japan and cracks Haskins with a Pele Kick, but Mark rolls out of a back handspring kick and gives him a beautiful release German for a nearfall. Haskins misses a double stomp and runs into a Benadryller from Bubblegum, who follows up with a Blockbuster for a nearfall. Bubblegum takes his time hitting the Ice Cream Headache and nearly gets pinned off of a counter, and he finishes Bubblegum with a Magnum Driver and a bridging Fujiwara for the win at 10 minutes. *** As one would expect, this was quite a good opening contest. Haskins is one of those guys who doesn’t quit moving, and even if Bubblegum isn’t as outrightly active as Mark, he had enough charisma and heel personality to counteract Haskins’ no-nonsense persona. I’d really like to see more of Bubblegum in higher calibre matches as I thought he was quite impressive as a worker when it came down to the nitty-gritty, but considering the sort of heels PROGRESS is pushing at the moment (Marty Scurll, The Origin, etc) he might just have to wait his turn. Either way, this was a super way to kick off PROGRESS’ Manchester debut.
Ashton Smith vs. Kyle Ashmore
This is a Natural PROGRESSion Quarterfinal Match, and hometown boy Ashton Smith’s debut for PROGRESS Wrestling. I didn’t really remember Ashmore doing much to stand out in that four-way at Chapter 20, but he has a tremendous theme song and sometimes that’s really that matters.
This crowd absolutely ADORES Ashton Smith, giving him a huge ovation and slightly booing Ashmore even. Smith rubs Ashmore’s bald head as they feel each other out, which causes the bearded man to break in amazement. Ashmore tries to bridge up with Ashton on top of him and botches it pretty badly, but the crowd isn’t too worried about it and they just keep on chugging. Ashmore dives out on top of Smith with a sweet Tope Suicida. Ashmore hits a Sydal-esque standing moonsault for a two count. Smith hits a step-up Rough Ryder on Ashmore, but Ashmore battles back with a fuck ugly pop-up Finlay Roll for a two count. Mark Haskins this man is not. Ashton fights back with a lariat and an enzuigiri, followed by a powerslam that sends Ashmore into the corner for a Finn Balor dropkick into the turnbuckles. That is a nearfall for the hometown boy. Smith hits a Book End for another nearfall. Ashmore counters a GTS into a terrible Hurricanrana, and a fuck-ugly bridging German for 2. How the crowd is still into this match is anyone’s guess. Ashmore looks for the Cedric Alexander jump-up super Frankensteiner, but Smith doesn’t go down with him. Smith dives off, but Ashmore gives him a Busaiku Knee in mid-air. Smith botches a counter into a GTS, but just does the GTS anyways for the win in a painful 9 minutes. DUD I feel kind of bad for what I’m about to do, just because this is a newcomer’s tournament and I can’t expect everyone to be awesome from the minute they start wrestling…but this match was an absolute disaster. First off, this Kyle Ashmore had easily the worst performance I’ve seen a PROGRESS wrestler have thus far and it’s really not even close. He showed a Great Khali-like ability to walk with two left feet, and thus nearly broke his own neck about 5 times in the span of 10 minutes by trying moves he really didn’t have the timing or athletic ability to attempt, and I can’t imagine his opponent was too happy to be wrestling a guy who was a move away from hurting him too. And speaking of young Ashton Smith… he didn’t really pick up much of the slack. He actually did most of his moves correctly admittedly, but they were all moves that you’ve seen WWE guys do on TV for 20 years, right down to THE ROCK’S punches in his comeback. He screams “INDIE” from the moment he starts wrestling and he didn’t really prove me wrong, as he and Ashmore wrestled a 2007 IWA Mid-South opener in front of an all-too-forgiving crowd. I’ll be willing to chalk this up to nerves or an off-night, but wowee was this ever terrible.
FSU (Mark Andrews & Eddie Dennis) & Jack Gallagher vs. The Origin (Nathan Cruz, El Ligero, & Dave Mastiff)
For the sake of brevity I’ll not rehash my opinion of The Origin’s output thus far in PROGRESS since I’m sure I’ve said it thirty thousand times at this point. On the babyface side, we’ve got one of the breakout stars of 2016 in Jack Gallagher teaming alongisde PROGRESS stalwarts FSU so in terms of crowd reaction, I’d find it hard to say we’re going to be lacking in that department.
As much as I loathe the song (for reasons I truly cannot explain), FSU’s entrance is quite the hype-builder. After a bit of stalling, Andrews and Ligero finally start, with Andrews getting the first upperhand with a dropkick and a Romero Special, flipped into an Irish Curse backbreaker from a tagged-in Eddie Dennis. Ligero’s had enough, and retreats to tag in fellow tag champion Nathan Cruz, who slinks in just to bitch-slap Dennis, who while giving chase, finds himself the victim of a blindside by Dave Mastiff. Dennis finds himself back on top using his speed, tagging in Andrews to keep the momentum going. Andrews looks to dive off the top for something, but Ligero uses a referee distraction to knock the Welshman off the turnbuckle. The Origin use that to gain control of Andrews, slowly wearing him down. Gotta love three men working an arm-wringer for three straight minutes while the babyface has NO WAY to get out of it. In a way it’s actually pretty entertaining heel psychology, especially with El Ligero coming in shadowboxing and just taking the arm from Dave Mastiff instead. Sort of like the old Mick Foley anti-hardcore character in ECW. El Ligero breaks to take Eddie Dennis off of the apron, but that allows Andrews to maneuver his way to tagging Jack Gallagher, who runs wild on Cruz and Ligero for a little bit. He gives Dave Mastiff a dropkick off of the apron for good measure, and all three babyfaces come out on top of the Origin with TRIPLE DIVES! FSU hits a double-stomp/Next Stop Driver on El Ligero in the ring, but Dave Mastiff pulls Eddie Dennis off of the pin. Mark Andrews looks for the Shooting Star, but Mastiff bats him off, leaving Eddie Dennis and Nathan Cruz alone together. Eddie starts building up a head of steam, hitting a Gunn Slinger on Cruz before catching El Ligero in mid-air… only for Ligero to rake his eyes and run him into the turnbuckles. He turns around into a STALLING SUPLEX from Jack Gallagher… who does squats before dropping Ligero to the mat. Gallagher sets Ligero up for the corner dropkick, but Zack Gibson comes in to put a stop to that. Mastiff gives Eddie Dennis a low-blow, and Nathan Cruz small packages him for the win at 12 minutes. *** This was a perfectly acceptable trios match and managed to give me something to sink my teeth into before the shenanigans. The Origin did a good job this time around of getting their heel characters over in the opening moments so they didn’t bleed into segments of the match where I wanted to actually be entertained. That’s really all I was wanting from previous Origin outings anyway, and all six men gave it to me here. Thus, you’ll hear no complaints from me.
Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Tommaso Ciampa
These two had a barnburner at the Super Strong Style 16 in May of 2015, and this is the return match after popular demand. Tommaso Ciampa has the most entertaining import of my PROGRESS journey so far, even if I was a bit meh on his match with Marty Scurll. Zack Sabre Jr is… well, we know who he is. He can have four star matches in his sleep, and considering this match is right before intermission, in a new market, and against Tommaso Ciampa? I think we’ve got something to look forward to.
Both men try to out-wrestle each other early, before they both miss their signature strikes in the earlygoing. Ciampa sarcastically praises Zack’s technical ability before spilling out to the floor to avoid the wrath of Sabre. Ciampa gets promptly out-wrestled, so he gives a bridging Sabre a hard chop to the chest. Zack casually steps on Ciampa’s arm, and amidst pleadings to stop it, he stomps down on it and sends the Psycho Killer to the floor once more. Zack condescendingly tries to let Ciampa back into the ring, so Tommaso boots him in the face and takes him out to the floor for a suplex. Back in the ring, Tommaso finds himself in firm control. He takes the Brit back outside and gives him a couple nasty chops before making fans hold him for a huge running knee! Tommaso mocks the fans for a bit, but that proves to be a bad idea as Sabre recovers and gives him a pair of Pele Kicks to the arm. He wraps Tommaso’s arm in the bottom rope and stomps it down, sending the Psycho Killer to the floor again. Sabre gives him a taste of his own medicine, twisting his arm around into the fans, sending Tommaso writhing across the front row before Zack stomps his elbow down on the floor! Zack tries to build a head of steam as they get back into the ring, but Tommaso catches him and gives him a rope-hung Flatliner! Ciampa gives him a barrage of chops on the apron, but Zack doesn’t wilt until Tommaso chucks him back inside and gives him an Air Raid Crash. He looks for Project Ciampa, but Zack counters into a nasty Kimura! Tommaso just careens him into the corner for the running knees, but gets a bit too disrespectful and Zack follows him out with a lifter! Ciampa recovers with a Mafia Kick in the corner before trying for an avalanche Air Raid Crash, but Zack dips under and kicks Ciampa’s knee out from under him. Now Sabre goes after Ciampa’s knee by tying it in the ropes and giving it several dropkicks at will. Zack twists his leg around some more, before Ciampa just boots him off… so Zack hits a PENALTY KICK! Ciampa kicks out! Zack starts throwing some kicks at the leg, so Ciampa catches him offguard with a knee! Zack kicks out! Zack SPITS AT CIAMPA! RUNNING KNEE! PROJECT CIAMPA… COUNTERED INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER! CIAMPA STOMPS OUT! MODIFIED RINGS OF SATURN WITH STOMPS! ZACK GETS THE ROPES! They trade some ridiculous slaps in the middle of the ring… UNTIL ZACK ROLLS INTO ANOTHER CROSS ARMBREAKER! CIAMPA COUNTERS INTO A PROJECT CIAMPA~! HE CAN’T COVER! THEY SHAKE HANDS BEFORE KILLING EACH OTHER WITH ELBOWS! THEY TRADE PINS! PRAWN HOLD GETS 2! CIAMPA COUNTERS INTO A GERMAN CLUTCH! CIAMPA WINS! Tommaso Ciampa gets the upset in 26 minutes! ****1/4 I don’t think I’d quite rank this up there with Ciampa’s match against Haskins as it stands, but that does not mean this wasn’t an absolutely phenomenal professional wrestling match. I’ve said everything really possible about Zack Sabre Jr when it comes to just how consistently great he is at this wrestling thing, so for the sake of brevity I won’t delve into all of his idiosyncracies and the like here. I will say how much I enjoyed the story of this match, however. Just like in the Haskins match, Ciampa didn’t come in with very much ill will. He played the earlygoings pretty lighthearted, making the crowd giggle a bit… but all the while, he was getting pretty much tooled around by Zack Sabre Jr and wasn’t making much progress. And when Zack patronized him by trying to hold the ropes open for him, it was all downhill from there. He didn’t have to go after a body part, he didn’t have to tie Zack up in cute little knots… he just beat the piss out of him at every stop. Luckily for Zack, he was able to keep himself above water with his technical wrestling, but split his time between the leg and the arm. Ciampa was able to overcome that inconsistency and actually beat Zack at his own game with a flash cradle out of nowhere. I like how Tommaso’s personality plays such a vital part into deciding if he’s going to lose or win a match, as his intensity here simply made him the better wrestler and really gave him a higher drive to come out on top. It’s not incredibly complex, but as evidenced here, it works like a charm. Zack was a touch inconsistent in his methodical attack on Ciampa which is why I don’t quite buy this as a MOTYC, but it will undoubtedly be one for some and I wouldn’t hold it against you. This was a fantastic clash of styles, both cerebral and intense at the same time, and both men should be applauded for it. Can’t wait to see their 2/3 Falls match in Brixton!
Tommaso takes the mic and tells Zack that he’s the best wrestler alive, and he thanks the crowd before signalling to Zack that he wants one more match…
Sumerian Death Squad vs. The London Riots
The SDS and The Riots have been involved in a pretty clunky story the last two Chapters involving The Origin, and thus their ability to be groups of stupidly tough European bastards has been shoved to the wayside. Here, hopefully all four men can have a HOSS FIGHT for the ages now that the SDS have unfortunately lost their tag shields and that the Origin is not involved.
It’s a Pier Six Brawl to begin, as James Davis and Tommy End spill out to the floor and Dante and Rob Lynch start off in the ring. They eventually switch places before Davis dives out on Dante with a Tope Suicida… but Dante shakes it off and boots him to the floor! Tope Suicida from Lynch! TOPE CON HILO FROM TOMMY END! The SDS finally get something resembling control in the ring, isolating James Davis early. Tommy goes nuts with various strikes, but he turns around into a nasty James Davis lariat that leaves both men spent in the middle of the ring. Lynch tags in and goes crazy on the SDS, coming off of the apron with a cannonball on Michael Dante before looking for a superplex on Tommy. Dante breaks it up, but Rob drops him and HITS A RUNNING BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPERPLEX ON TOMMY, DOWN TO DANTE ON THE MAT! POP-UP LIGERBOMB ON TOMMY! The Riots look for a double superplex, but Dante breaks it and the SDS hit HART ATTACK METEORA! LYNCH PUTS A GUILLOTINE ON DANTE! TOMMY WITH AN ORIHARA MOONSAULT ON DAVIS! TOMMY DOUBLE STOMPS DAVIS OUT OF THE GUILLOTINE! DANTE HITS AN USHIGOROSHI ON LYNCH! DAVIS BREAKS IT UP! What a ridiculous exchange, Jesus. The Riots shitcan Dante and hit a couple wacky double teams, but Dante is able to get back in the ring to break it up. Tommy tries to fight the Riots off, but Dante shoves Lynch out of the way in the middle of a pop-up spear! SPIN KICKS FROM TOMMY! BLACK MASS ON JAMES DAVIS! TOMMY WON’T COVER! RJ Singh comes down in the ring to try to talk some sense into the SDS, so Tommy KICKS HIM OFF THE APRON! MICHAEL DANTE POWERBOMBS DAVIS ON A CHAIR! Chris Roberts throws the match out at 12 minutes. ***3/4 Something has to be said for four dudes who go out there, say fuck you to tradition, and just throw caution to the wind for 12 minutes. These four guys went out there and had one of the more exciting sprints you’ll see in such a timeframe, and while the finish was pretty clunky, it leaves this open to rematches which I am 100% a fan of. The Riots and the SDS worked this perfectly in conjunction to their characters, i.e. not wasting time with this heat segment BS and just destroying each other from the word ‘go’ and it made this match so much more satisfying from both an action and storytelling standpoint. This being said, I feel like the execution of the finish could have been a lot more coherent. I get what they were going for, and I don’t think that in itself was a bad booking move. After all, it gives more character development to the SDS who have just lost their titles, and that’s always good. But I feel like having Jim Smallman and RJ Singh intervening before anything really major happened seemed very sloppy and kind of muddied what they wanted this finish to be. You could have just had the SDS kill James Davis on a chair, THEN destroy RJ Singh and this would have made a bit more sense, but the order of operations didn’t really make for a believable story. Either way, it was intriguing enough to make me want more, and the match that came before it was unbelievably great so I won’t slight it too much.
Marty Scurll vs. Rampage Brown
Rampage has been in limbo pretty much since I’ve started treking through these PROGRESS shows, not taking part in much of anything aside from a wacky GZRs match and a memorable hoss fight with Big Daddy Walter last Chapter. Marty as we know, turned heel at Chapter 21 and has been a thorn in the side of everyone in PROGRESS since with his Villain character. One would have to assume Rampage’s role here is to stare at the lights, but I am looking forward to the dynamic of Marty Scurll and Brown as Marty hasn’t quite found himself in the ring with a big bruiser yet.
Marty is donning long leather tights here tonight for some reason, and they actually complement his look as an irredeemable piece of shit. The Villain thinks it a good idea to jump Rampage right as the bell rings, which immediately backfires as Rampage is able to send him outside. Scurll misses a chop against the ringpost, and we all know how that ends. It spills back into the ring, where Marty is able to finally take control via armwork. Marty thinks he has it in the bag after trying to snap the big guy’s fingers, but Rampage shakes it off and floors him with a lariat, followed by a Demon Bomb for 2. Marty sends him outside and gives him a pair of superkicks from the apron before throwing him back inside for a running, diving lifter… which only gets 2. Rampage manages to hit a spinebuster for a nearfall of his own. They trade shots in the middle of the ring where Marty slips in an eyepoke, but upon following up he runs right into a big boot from Brown. Marty throws an ill-advised slap and tries to escape immediately upon recognizing his mistake. Rampage chases after him, but Marty smacks him with the umbrella and gets the win in 9 minutes. ** As entertaining as both men can undoubtedly be, this match was about as average as average gets. This didn’t even really have entertaining character work or much psychology to show for itself either. It was just two guys who were told to wrestle for ten minutes, and they just went out there and did that without attempting to give the match anything resembling an identity. This was a perfectly acceptable house show match, but that’s not something you’d expect the semi-main in a new market to be.
Rampage gets his heat back after the match, and all is right in Manchester. If it wasn’t for the beauty of Rampage’s own theme music (Hatebreed was quite the guilty pleasure in ya boy’s junior high years), I’d be beyond miffed at the interruption of Scurll’s fantastic Portishead theme. There aren’t many perfect theme songs in the world, but “Machine Gun” for Mr. Scurll is just brilliant.
PROGRESS Title: Will Ospreay © vs. Flash Morgan Webster vs. Zack Gibson
Gibson and Webster had quite the underwhelming contest at Chapter 23, largely harmed by various Origin shenanigans and general mediocrity. The Origin however, was responsible for Webster losing his Natural Progression Series trophy and thus, the PROGRESS office has found a compromise. Ospreay has been quite the good champion this year, even if he is largely in the background in this case. Either way, I’ve yet to be disappointed by a PROGRESS main event so far, so hopefully my unrelenting optimism will be rewarded.
Ospreay hilariously just looks on as Gibson and Webster have it out, until Ospreay sees a good opportunity for a roll-up that Gibson is able to escape. Gibson runs into a big dropkick from the champ, who arm-drags him into a dropkick from Webster, who is alone in the ring with Ospreay. They size each other up for too long, as Gibson shoves Ospreay into Webster and works the champ over. Ospreay shitcans Gibson however, following up with a beautiful corkscrew pescado. Gibson and Ospreay fight it out in the crowd, before Webster gains his bearings and goes after Gibson himself. That proves to be a bad idea as a bloody-nosed Zack Gibson throws Flash through a column of chairs. Webster is able to recover and do the same, and now he and Ospreay are alone again! Gibson spoils the party again however, going after Webster’s arm and soccer-kicking Ospreay’s arm out of a headscissor. Gibson tries locking the London Dungeon on Webster, but Ospreay is able to break it before being disposed of again by Liverpool’s Number One. Ospreay comes back in once more, but Gibson is in very firm control. Gibson tries the London Dungeon on Ospreay, but Webster comes back in and is forced to team up with Ospreay to rid the match of Zack Gibson before facing off once more. Third time’s the charm too, as they trade forearms until Ospreay hits a Pretty Decent Forearm and a standing Shooting Star for two. Ospreay counters an imploding senton from Flash into a crucifix, but Webster is able to counter a suplex into a rana… that Gibson breaks up! Webster enzuigiris Gibson to the outside and tries to dive out on top of him, but Ospreay catches him with the Cheeky Nandos Kick! HE DIVES OVER WEBSTER AND THE RINGPOST ON TOP OF GIBSON~! Ospreay looks for a Superplex to Webster, but Webster hits a super Frankensteiner! OSPREAY LANDS ON HIS FEET! HANDSPRING ENZUIGIRI! STANDING CORKSCREW SENTON! OSCUTTER COUNTERED INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE! DOUBLE LUNGBLOWER BY GIBSON! DOUBLE LONDON DUNGEON~! Ospreay escapes and hits a big spin kick to break the hold. Ospreay goes up top, but here is The Origin to stop things! Flash is distracted, and he runs right into a lungblower and a Fisherman’s Buster from Gibson. Webster kicks out! Here’s FSU and Jack Gallagher! Gibson is forced to help out his Origin brothers, taking his focus away from Flash and Ospreay, who HIT STEREO DIVES TO EVERYONE! Ospreay and Webster meet again in the middle of the ring, and it’s another trade of strikes until Ospreay hits a Reverse Rana! RED ARROW… BUT GIBSON TRIES TO STEAL THE PIN! WEBSTER KICKS OUT! That was a tremendous false finish. OSPREAY HITS THE OSCUTTER ON GIBSON! Ospreay heads back up top, but Webster catches him! Gibson tries the London Dungeon on Webster… but Webster knocks him off! 450 ON GIBSON! OSPREAY BREAKS THE PIN WITH A 630! Ospreay pins Flash Morgan Webster to retain his title in 21 minutes. **** That four star rating is slightly generous as it took a bit of mental warfare to truly convince myself of it, but I think I had enough to sink my teeth into here to justify the generosity. First off, this is probably the first match so far that I thought The Origin and its shenanigans benefited with their presence. Not so much that they lost, more so that Zack Gibson’s role as the buzzkill throughout the match was a wonderful bit of storytelling. He wasn’t there to wow you, or even go above and beyond with cheating like a Marty Scurll would. He just found organic ways to kill the excitement, but in a “you dastardly heel” manner. His near theft of the win from Will Ospreay after the Red Arrow is a perfect example, as are the multiple interruptions of the Ospreay/Webster showdowns in various portions of the match. He did his part tremendously and while I’m still not convinced that he’s all that great of a worker, he played his role like a champ here. I still remain fairly underwhelmed by Morgan Webster, and furthermore I thought the commentators putting him on Will Ospreay’s level as a high-flyer was preposterous, so I’d definitely call him the weak link of the match. That being said, he still did his part as a base to all of Ospreay’s wacky flying and was a good connector between uber-babyface Ospreay and mega-heel Gibson. As ever though, in terms of pure excitement, Will Ospreay was the MAN in this match and never fails to give me at least one moment where my eyes widen in amazement. He’s so ridiculously talented at going on an abrupt tear of mind-boggling offense that – especially in chaotic environments like this match – he’s able to stand out with his speed and tenacity while guys like Gibson tone it down to complement him. So in closing, this is yet another fantastic main event from the PROGRESS Champion, and I’m quite looking forward to his match with Marty Scurll at the next Chapter.
