UKWF Declared Defiance RESULTS

[UKWF]

Warm-Up Match: Dylan Fall v Gav The Chav

This ended up being a non-starter, as Gav and Shazza attacked Dylan before the bell. Phil Jones tried to intervene, but a low blow from Shazza brought him to his knees, allowing Gav to continue pounding away at Dylan. Fall defended himself in kind, however, and neither man really got the definitive upper hand in the brawl. Their confrontation eventually spilled to the back, and all fans were left to look at as they waited for the broadcast to begin was Phil Jones lying on the ramp, clutching his sensitive parts. There was a general feeling of slight disappointment, but also the sensation not much had been missed by not having this match.

WINNER: No Contest

[UKWF]

The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight' welcomes viewers to yet another UKWF event, streaming live on the company's website – this time, from inside the intimate Troxy, in the London East End. Once the usual opening montage of wrestlers doing moves over a Union Jack background is over, that is where viewers are taken, as the cameras begin to roll inside the unique, Art Deco-styled venue. The roaming camera captures a few of the more inspired fan-made signs among the hundred or so people in attendance – 'AJAX IS TAKING A BRUISE CRUISE', 'XANDOR KALEL FOR NEXT POPE', 'U SUCK ARSE' – before focusing on the announce table, where the usual pair is at hand to greet viewers. Baz Jones is barely able to contain his excitement as he welcomes paying streamers:

Barry Jones: Evenin', everyone! Welcome ter UKWF, an' cor blimey is it good ter be 'ome! Th' good ol' West End!

By the enthusiastic cockney's side, his partner, Kerry Buckingham, looks around apprehensively:

Kerry Buckingham: Barry darling...there is no risk of catching any diseases or anything, is there?

Baz frowns:

Baz: Wha' d'yer mean?

Kerry: Well, we are in the East End and all...

Barry chuckles:

Baz: No worries, luv! Yer alright! I grew up right near 'ere, an' I turned up fine, ent I?

Kerry: ...in the literal sense, yes...

Barry seems slightly perplexed by this latest comment from his prim colleague, but chooses to ignore it, simply shrugging it off as he goes on to run down the card:

Baz: An' blimey, wo' a night we 'ave 'ere everyone! A Britain versus USA match, a bloomin' four-way, loads o' new people debutin'...

Kerry: ...and the most important thing of all, of course...Sterling getting revenge on that awful, awful horrid man for stifling his freedom of expression! Outrageous! Appalling!

Baz: Well, the lad should of kept 'is mouth shut if he didn't wanner get in trouble, shouldn't 'e?

Kerry: Why ever so?! It's still a free country, last time I checked!

Once again, Barry chooses to ignore this remark, instead moving on to introduce the night's opening match:

Baz: An' ladies an' gents, comin' up 'ere in just a tick, a match loads of people 'ave been talkin' about wantin' to see – Storm takin' on that new gel...how d'you say 'er name, Kerr?

Kerry: Ugh. Gaia.

Baz: Tha's it. Gaier!

Kerry: I know one person who is certainly not looking forward to that match...

Baz: Whozat?

Kerry: ME!

This time, Baz does seem poised to reply; before he can do so, however, he is interrupted by the first theme song of the evening, indicating the opening match is about to get under way!

[UKWF]

Storm v Gaia Galanos

Gaia and Storm circle the ring, scouting one another in the opening feeling out process. Moving closer to the center, Storm offers a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock. Gaia seems to accept, but quickly shoots low, moves behind Storm and slaps on a Waistlock. Storm gets his hands under Gaia’s and successfully separates them, breaking the hold. He turns his attention to the left arm of his opponent, putting on a Wristlock. He wrenches the arm, but Galanos forward rolls into a seated position, uses her leg to force Storm to break the hold and then rolls away again. As she gets up, both of the former World Champions get an ovation for the showing of their technical skills early on.

Another Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock tease goes on, but this time it’s Storm who moves behind Gaia and quickly locks in a Waistlock. He doesn’t let her counter the move, though, as he muscles her up and slams her onto the ground like any good freestyle grappler would do. He keeps Gaia grounded on all four and sprawls quickly into a Front Chancery. Galanos tries to utilise all of her strength to get up to a vertical base. Storm wastes no time and switches to a Side Headlock. He performs a Headlock Takeover to get Gaia down on the mat again. The ref counts to one as both her shoulders meet the mat, but she quickly shoots one arm up, then wrestles Storm onto his shoulders for a change. Ref counts to one again before Storm breaks the hold and we have a standoff again.

The two competitor slowly approach one another again, but this time, Galanos brings in her striking into the play and introduces her Low Kicks. She connects with Mark Storm’s thigh three times, eventually forcing him to back up a bit to recover. Focusing on getting the blood flowing in his leg again, he takes his eyes off Gaia, who attacks. She hits a European Uppercut, then another one which sends Storm stumbling backwards, hitting the buckles back first. Galanos flies in with a Stinger Splash, then snapmares Storm into a seated position, jumps on the second rope and performs a Flying Uppercut, straight to the back of his head! She covers, but Storm gets his arm up well before three.

Gaia reachers for Storm, perhaps to lock in a Hammerlock variation to keep him on the ground, but the American sprawls and rolls all the way to the apron. Galanos walks to the ropes herself and reaches over the top rope to pull her opponent up, but Storm stops playing possum and grabs a hold of her arm and drops down to the floor, extending Gaia’s arm over the rope. The Lioness clutches that left arm immediately as she turns around, and that gives Storm an opening to slide back into the ring and start his attack. He shoots a straight kick to that arm, making Gaia double over in pain. He Irish Whips her to the corner, where he puts her left arm over the top rope and kicks it, inflicting more damage to the already injured limb. He backs away a bit as Galanos clutches her arm in pain again… but then leaps on the second rope and springboards off of it right into a brutal Corner Superman Punch! Gaia Galanos collapses to the floor as the crowd goes “Holy Shit!” and Mark Storm nods his head in approval, sporting a big smile on his face. He takes a few extra seconds to make the pin, playing to the crowd, and Gaia kicks out at two to an applause from the crowd.

The Spartan Sheba uses that injured left arm to show she’s got the shoulder up, though, and Storm quickly grabs a hold of it. He gets his opponent into a position for a Fujiwara Armbar, and locks it in almost to perfection, but there is one flaw - the short distance to the ropes, which Gaia takes advantage of and puts her leg on the bottom rope. The ref forces the break, but Storm takes full advantage of the five count before letting Gaia go. The Lioness gets back to a vertical base only to meet a knee to the gut which doubles her over again. Storm grabs a hold of her, perhaps looking for a Vertical Suplex, but before she can hoist her up, Galanos slides out of the hold into a Hammerlock! Within a blink of an eye, she puts her head under Storm’s right arm… and turns around, delivering the Charybdis Lariat with her healthy arm! The crowd cheers as she crawls into the cover. The ref counts one… two... 

Storm kicks out! The crowd begins a dueling chant of “Let’s go Gaia!” - “Let’s go Storm!” as Gaia gets up to her feet while Storm tries to find out if his head is still attached to his neck after that brutal Lariat. He crawls to the corner and uses the ropes and turnbuckles, but turns around to another Stinger Splash! Gaia moves out of the way to let Storm stumble forward towards the center where he collapses to one knee. She goes for the Knee Trembler she calls The Seismós Strike… Storm moves out of the way and Gaia’s knee meets nothing but air! She turns around to see Storm already standing… another huge straight kick hurts her left arm some more! She screams out in pain as Storm grabs a hold of said arm… Sankaku-Gatame! He’s got her in the Triangle Armlock! Incredible pressure is applied to the already very much injured arm as Gaia is trying to avoid tapping out dead center of the ring, trying to find a way out of this hold. At last, she uses her strength to try and push Storm forward… and she does! He’s on his shoulders! The ref counts one… two… and three!

WINNER in 11:59 - Gaia Galanos

The crowd goes crazy as The Lioness gets to her feet, standing tall in the end. She still holds her left arm that will need some recovery, but she shoots an intense stare at Storm, who is still down on the canvas and looks around in disbelief. Storm finally wills himself up to his feet and receives a huge applause. He acknowledges it with a quick wave to the fans, but still shakes his head in disbelief that his winning streak came to a halt thanks to a counter of his own submission. As for Gaia, she stays in the ring a little while longer, soaking in the applause. Finally, after a long moment, she makes to leave the ring...

...only to be faced with the Master Sisters standing near the entrance curtain, staring up at her! The crowd holds their breath as the trio, out in force, stare down the newcomer, but none of the Masters makes any attempt to rush the ring. Instead, Aurora and Carnival simply give Gaia a condescending, blatantly false golf clap - one in which Moonlight is made to join by a well-placed elbow from her smallest sister! The camera briefly focuses back on Gaia, glowering down at the trio, before cutting to another video package!

[UKWF]

Before the next match begins, streaming viewers are treated to a video package highlighting the bout's contestants. Black-and-white-filtered footage of the match between Juliet Black and Blaise Fader – with particular emphasis on the questionable finish – is intertwined with shots of Stefan Novak and Xandor Kalel brutalising opponents, presumably taken from other promotions. Over the top of it all echo some of Kalel's more dramatic statements, which help create a feeling of anticipation for the four-way dance to follow!

Blaise Fader v. Stefan Novak v. Juliet Black v. Xandor Kalel 

The bell rings, and like a shot, Juliet and Blaise collide into a human tangle of forearms and chops, smashing each other back and forth as they interlock. The bad blood is very real. Meanwhile, newcomers Stefan and Xandor have taken a much more measured approach by comparison, giving each other a predatory once-over and keeping their distance from the brawling ladies, locking up themselves. Both men offer each other an almost even playing field, measuring up and weighing in only inches and pounds from each other. Stefan, however, uses his background in mixed martial arts to his advantage, taking the competitive edge by twisting the American into a tight headlock. 

By this point, Juliet has Blaise up against the ropes, still throwing a flurry of chops and body blows. After one last, particularly stiff, series of Knife-edged Chops, Blaise stumbles, heavily favoring the ropes as she grabs for some balance. On the opposite side of the ring, Xandor begins to power out of Stefan’s dominant ground game, bringing his knee up into the Croatian’s stomach, staggering him and loosening his grip enough for Xandor to take the advantage. 

Pushing her rival against the ropes, Juliet uses her momentum to take Blaise and Irish Whip her toward the opposite side of the ring… which, coincidentally, is where Xandor looked to Irish Whip Stefan. At center-ring, the two collided, tumbling over each other with a resounding bang. Juliet turns just as Xandor does, and the two stare each other down. 

The two approach between the pile-up of opponents between them, and with an arrogant smirk… Juliet picks up Blaise instead, dragging her to her feet to whip her into the corner. Xandor nods, self-assured, and takes to the ground with Stefan, barraging him with a series of mounted strikes… before Stefan locks his legs in and flips him into an O’Connor Roll-up! The referee moves in, but only makes a quick one count before Xandor shoves him off, insenced. 

In the corner, Juliet continues her all-out assault, chopping away at Blaise until she falls back into the corner once again. Juliet takes this opportunity to take a few steps back, offer her rival a pair of middle fingers, and run in for a swift kick to the head… only for Blaise to roll out of the way of the oncoming boot, taking Juliet up over her shoulder and tossing her against the top turnbuckle with Snake Eyes! 

Back to their feet, Xandor takes the offensive to Stefan in a big way, the Patron Saint of Wrestling matching the so-called Messenger of God with quick, brutal strikes, forcing him across the ring. Sensing the dazed Juliet just behind him, Stefan times his dodge perfectly, ducking out of the way as Xandor charges in with a mean Jumping Lariat, sending the Dublin’s Loudest crashing ass-over head to the mat. Blaise tries to seize Xandor’s attention, looking to take him down for a Belly-to-Belly, but Xandor headbutts her to a halt, hooking her leg instead for a bridging Fisherman Suplex! 

One! 

… 

Two—Blaise kicks out! 

Good timing, too; before Xandor can get any strikes in, Stefan grabs him from behind with a waistlock, throwing him overhead with an impressive German Suplex. Juliet, meanwhile, has taken this time to roll out of the ring and collect herself, clearly frustrated things aren’t going her way with this four way match dynamic. Perhaps this competition needs to be… equalized. Fishing underneath the ring apron, Juliet produces a steel chair, confident smirk returning to her face—but Blaise cuts her off with a Clothesline, sending the chair sliding away! She picks her back up again, only to take her down with another Clothesline! The third time is not the charm, however, as Juliet catches Blaise’s charging arm bearing down on her into an Armbar, bringing her to the floor to further lock the submission in. Falls don’t count outside the ring, and Juliet knows it – this is personal. 

Stefan stomps away at Xandor in the ring, kicking the American while he’s down, looking to the crowd for any kind of reaction. For him, mostly boos. With a scowl, Stefan looks to punctuate his frustration with a brutal stomp to Xandor’s neck, but the downed opponent catches his foot, twisting him over with a takedown, and hooking his muscular arms around the Croat’s waist to lift him into a Swinging Gutwrench Slam! Xandor hooks the leg, and the ref comes down for the count!  

One!  

…  

Two!  

… and Stefan gets the shoulder up, shoving Xandor off of him! 

Outside the ring, Juliet still has her malicious Armbar locked in, relishing in Blaise’s painful struggling. Slowly, she drags herself to the barricade for some leverage, and with her freed arm, slaps Juliet in the face. Juliet, on instinct, returns the favor, but frees Blaise from her vice grip in the process, and the Coventrian scrambles out, clutching her arm in pain. Retribution on her mind, Juliet charges toward Blaise for a Clothesline, only for Blaise to send her hurdling over the barricade with a Back Body Drop into the seats! The crowd goes wild with cheers, their fourth wall having been broken. Juliet quickly collects herself, pushing away and insulting any fans that happened to be nearby. When one tries to grab at her arm, she turns around with a very hard, very real punch to the face, barreling the poor sod over in his seat (the crowd goes even wilder for that). She spits out her gum at him for the trouble, and climbs back over the barricade, anger building even further. 

By this point, Blaise has ducked back under the ropes into the ring as Xandor and Stefan continue to duke it out, looking to make her return well-known to her opponents by running in for a Shoulder Block on Xandor. Xandor, with his ring experience, sees Blaise telegraphing from a mile away, and snaps her up in a lightning quick Scoop Powerslam! Before Stefan can do anything in return, Xandor’s already back on his feet, Irish Whipping him into the far corner.   

Juliet, rolling back in the ring, begins stomping toward her rival… before noticing the exhausted Stefan in the corner nearest her. With a shrug, she turns, and hits him with a hard corner Clothesline before he can recover. As Stefan stumbles forward, Juliet catches him, lifting him overhead for a Vertical Suplex… 

… only for Stefan to use his weight over her to bring himself back to his feet, trapping her in a waistlock and hurling her overhead for a German Suplex…  

… only for Juliet to flip out of it onto her feet, taking Stefan and slamming him down with a successful Vertical Suplex!  

Staggering back on her feet, Blaise looks to interrupt Juliet before she can go for a pin, picking up speed to dive forward—and Xandor Spears her clear out of the ring! As Blaise explodes onto the floor, the crowd is building up for a chant of “Holy Shit!”. 

Face-to-face with Juliet, Xandor catches her arm before she can strike him, locking her wrist in for a Short Arm Lariat… but Juliet ducks it, and kicks out Xandor’s left knee, dropping him painfully to the mat. Juliet quickly takes advantage, draping herself over her downed opponent’s back with his leg tucked and locking her arms around his neck—a devastating STF! The referee checks on Xandor, already in agony from the pain in his left knee, who shakes his head vigorously, looking to power out of the Queen of Wrestling’s hold, to little avail. Juliet, ever the technician, cackles. “Which feckin’ Saint’re ye prayin’ too now, eh? Eh?!” 

Juliet, however, finds her free leg getting pulled away from Xandor. It’s Stefan! With Juliet’s leg firmly in his grasp, Stefan locks in his trademark submission Kneebar – Ubiti Koljeno! Despite the intense pain, Juliet refuses to give in, continuing to wrench on Xandor’s neck, who in turn, refuses to give in. The ref is beside himself, and at this point, the crowd is fully engaged. 

Crawling back into the ring, a dazed Blaise witnesses the Human Submissionpede in all its terrifying splendor, and responds accordingly by bounding against the ropes and returning for a Leg Drop on Stefan, still on the floor clutching Juliet’s knee. Stunned out of his finishing move, Stefan breaks his hold on Juliet, who breaks her hold on Xandor. Blaise turns her attention to the one most weakened by the series of submissions, picking him up into a powerbomb lift and falling backward, driving Xandor face-first into the mat with the Fade-Away Facebuster! Blaise goes for the cover! 

One! 

… 

Two! 

…  

Th—and Juliet tears Blaise off of him, dragging her away for a series of harsh body blows!  

The exhausted rivals go back and forth once again, back on their feet. Thinking quickly, Blaise catches Juliet’s hands, and Irish Whips her once again into the corner, where she slumps with her back against the turnbuckle. From there, Blaise dashes forward, looking to hit her with the Rock’n Rolla Senton like back at Punishment Due… and just like before, Juliet rolls out of the way! She props Blaise back up to her feet, and begins an even harsher series of chops and forearms! Chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, forearm, and in addition, one headbutt! Two headbutts! Three headbutts! It’s the Violence Party!  

Blaise crumples to the floor, bruised and bloodied, and Juliet hooks the leg!  

One!  

…  

Two!  

…  

Thr—Blaise kicks out! 

With the crowd going ballistic, Juliet’s composure (or what’s left of it) breaks, and she launches into a tirade of expletives and insults at the ref, the crowd, and anyone who can hear. With Juliet distracted, this gives Blaise an opportunity to pick her up into her finishing maneuver, the Coventry Blitz! Blaise has her in the Backbreaker Rack, and turns around—into a Skoro Boga Roundhouse Kick by Stefan! 

Juliet squirms out of Blaise’s grasp, and the self-proclaimed Best Beater-Upper in Britain falls flat on her back, completely out of it.

With time of the essence, Juliet quickly picks herself back up, and snatches Stefan into her grasp to set up a T-Bone Suplex, but Stefan breaks away, jerking her around into a waistlock, and delivers a German Suplex—right over the ropes! Juliet gets dumped right on her head onto the floor, and it’s lights out! 

Stefan, with every perceivable threat eliminated, begins to gloat, preening and taunting the audience. In all the commotion, he lost track of one of his biggest threats: Xandor, in the corner, dashing toward him and leaping up for the Superman Punch! With only seconds to react, Stefan turns toward him for another Skoro Boga Roundhouse, but it’s not enough to save himself! With Xandor’s fist colliding with Stefan’s head, and Stefan’s boot following suit, both heavyweights are down and out in the corner.

For a few brief, tense moments, not a single competitor moves. 

Blaise, to the elation of the crowd, is the first to stir, dragging herself back to her feet with the ropes. She staggers and stumbles, but doesn’t fall. Picking Stefan off the mat into a Backbreaker Rack, Blaise calls for the Coventry Blitz again, and with a spin, drops him hard! She falls on him for the cover! 

One! 

…

Two! 

…

Three! 

WINNER in 14:37: Blaise Fader 

Blaise winces as she rises to her feet, referee raising her arm in victory, taking in the cheers. As she ducks out of the ring, however, Juliet intercepts her out of nowhere with a chair shot! And another! And another! The referee and security have to physically restrain her from going any further, dragging her off of Blaise as she limps back up the ramp, helped by another referee.  

[UKWF]

Another video package ensues, this one directly showing footage from Punishment Due - namely Team PRD's inaugural appearance in UKWF, and the way in which it was ruined by the Best of British. The boys are seen making the stakes for this match - should they win, May and June have to wear Japanese schoolgirl outfits - before quotes from both joshi are heard, over a shot of them glowering. A moment later, the feed cuts back to ringside, for the match in question!

Team PRD v Best of British

Before the bell, Team PRD try to do their song-and-dance routine, but get bum-rushed by Rupert and Nigel. The boys drag the two thrashing girls down to ringside and smash their heads against the apron in perfect unison. They then repeat the stunt again, and a third time, before sending May and June hurtling against the ring posts. As the two reel back from their impact with the steel structures, Rupert hits a swinging neckbreaker on May, sending her to the concrete while Nigel does the same to June via a suplex. The two then high-five, cavalierly ignore the vehement boos of the crowd as they prepare to start the match proper. Rupert takes his position behind the turnbuckle, while Nigel rolls May into the ring prior to stepping in himself.

Inside the ring, Nigel goes to work on June, stomping all over her until the referee puts an end to it. Nigel makes a show of complying, but has words with the referee nonetheless, as does Rupert. May, on the other hand, applauds the official for enforcing the rules, as does the crowd.

Eventually, Nigel is forced to relent on his protestations, and turns around to face his opponent once again...

...only to find June recovered and rushing towards him! The Brit attempts to defend himself, but to no avail, as the joshi jumps in the air and delivers a headscissors, sending the Brit sprawling! June holds one arm up to the crowd, smiles at May, turns around and runs at Nigel again. Before the upper-class wrestler knows what hit him, he is being floored by an enzuigiri from his smaller opponent! Nigel has barely hit the floor before June takes a running start and springboards into her trademark moonsault! She covers, but Nigel is close enough to the ropes to get a foot on the bottom one and break the pin!

Still, June is in control, and May applauds from her corner as her partner rolls through to her feet. She waits for Nigel to get up and once again springboards, this time into a bulldog. She throws her arm in the air and does a little shimmy as her opponent lies face-down on the mat. She then begins to eye up the turnbuckle, simultaneously looking at the crowd for approval. Once approval is obtained, she begins to scale the post, going all the way to the top buckle before diving back down with an elbow drop...

...that Rupert rolls out of the way of!

The fans boo as the British wrestler clambers to his feet and sees his opportunity. With June still recovering, he sizes her up, takes a step or two back, and rushes forward with a superkick! It catches June square in the jaw, and she drops down, seemingly out cold. Then, as the crowd give him a piece of their minds, Nigel pulls the joshi over to the Best of British's corner and once again begins to stomp on her. This brings the referee over yet again, and some more words are exchanged between him and Nigel. This time, however, there is a purpose to the Brit's actions, as they allow Rupert to tie the joshi's arms around the post and yank on them, wearing June down. This has May livid, and she screams for the referee to take heed, but Nigel keeps him distracted just long enough for the underhanded tactic to be carried out effectively.

As such, when Nigel returns to his corner, June is suitably worn down, and ripe for picking. The Brit picks her up and begins delivering chops, his body blocking the referee's view to allow Rupert to choke the joshi with the tag rope. Nigel then switches to punches, before throwing the joshi over onto the mat with a big front suplex! He smirks at Rupert, and tags in the blond, making him the legal man!

The boos are, if possible, even more deafening as the more outspoken Best of British member picks June up into a powerslam. He picks her up again, and delivers another! He brings her to her feet again and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, throwing her back into the Best of British's corner! He places a foot across her throat and is immediately told off by the referee for it – which, of course, allows Nigel to get in a few stomps of his own, on the sly! This brings a livid May into the ring, but the referee spots her and sends her back to her corner. The joshi tries to protest, but the referee is adamant – even as, behind him, Rupert and Nigel double-team June, the latter holding the joshi down as the former administers kicks to her midsection! They are just quick enough to not get caught by the referee, and as he turns around, all he sees is Rupert picking his opponent up. The blond-haired man then sets the Japanese wrestler up for his finisher, the inverted swinging neckbreaker known as Silver Spoon...

...but June throws an elbow onto his face, breaking the hold and giving herself an opening!

Like a dart, she bolts across the ring, making the tag to May before Rupert knows what hit him! The second member of PRD therefore promptly lunges at her opponent, driving him against the corner with a short-arm clothesline! Nigel tags himself in by tapping his partner's shoulder, but cannot prevent May from throwing Nigel towards her partner. Nigel himself gets caught in an armdrag as he enters, just as the same thing happens to his partner at the hands of June! The exhausted PRD member then slides out of the ring to take a breather, before heading for her corner. As for Rupert, he is told to leave the ring by the referee, as Nigel and May continue to go at it!

The PRD member has her opponent backed up against the ropes, where she is chopping him, to the delight of the crowd. She then connects with a back kick before bringing Nigel out of the corner with a belly-to-belly! She rolls to her feet and takes in the cheers of the crowd. Then, as Nigel pulls himself to his own feet, she takes off towards the ropes and bounces off. By the time the hapless Brit gets to his feet, he is being hit with her trademark rolling snapmare slam! Meiko covers!

ONE!

TWO!

...and Nigel kicks out!

After the kickout, the PRD member does not miss a beat. She pulls herself to her feet, backs up a few steps, and hits Nigel with a one-handed bulldog! She quickly pops up again, waits for her opponent to regain a vertical position, and hits a bulldog lariat! Another cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO! 

--Rupert pulls Nigel out of the pin by one leg, dragging him out of the ring and towards safety!

The fans boo as the two men begin to make their way up the entranceway, away from the two livid joshi. May and June, however, are having none of it, and seek to engage the two men. They are successful in doing so, and begin to trade punches with their opponents, but Rupert and Nigel manage to stay on top of things just enough to continue heading towards the back. They seem perfectly fine with luring Team PRD there as well, but May realises their intent just in the nick of time. She does not so much tug on June's sleeve as pull her off Nigel Kensington III, and the two rush towards the ring just in time to beat the count! As for the boys, they are perfectly happy to get out of what was beginning to be a potentially sticky situation, and wave at the girls from the ramp, smugly. From inside the ring, the two joshis glower after the two Brits and demand they get back in the ring, but the Best of British are having none of it. They gladly take the count-out loss, in an ultimately unsatisfying debut win for Team PRD!

WINNERS by count-out in 7:43: Team PRD

[UKWF]

IN TWO WEEKS!

A montage of photoshoot pictures begins flashing across the screen before it breaks away into clips of Tamara Thomas in various movies and TV shows. The images begin speeding up before they fly into the forefront of the screen and then shatter like glass. The screen turns black, a spotlight appears. The shadow is now revealed to be none other than Tamara herself.

Tamara Thomas: Some of you may know me from movies such as Run Girl Run 1, 2, and 3. Some of you may recognize me from Crest toothpaste commercials, or some of you may even recognize me from modeling for your favorite magazine. I'm proud of all of my previous work, but in two weeks, I debut for the UKWF. That's right, America's Sweetheart is coming to the UK.

The sound of a crowd cheering is heard over the footage for a moment as this announcement is made.

Tamara: I've faced so many challenges in my lifetime, but nothing will be as grueling or competitive as the challenge I embark on when I make my in ring debut. I don't want special treatment, I don't want any handouts, I'm here to prove to myself and to you guys, the fans, that I can hold my own with some of the toughest men and women in the world. What better place is there, then the UKWF to show that this girl has the appeal of sugah with the fierceness of the most intense spice, and when I debut? I may not be so nice.

She flashes her famous smile for the camera as her picture fades out with the words 'Tamara Thomas is coming'.

Tamara: I'm here and I'm a game changer.

'America's Sweetheart' flashes across the screen as it then slowly fades out.

[UKWF]

Samuel Washington v Levi Daniels

Levi is first out, and gets a huge cheer from his hometown crowd. The reverse reaction is in store for Washington and his cronies – when the American Ultras come through the curtain, they are showered with boos. Sam reacts angrily, making some audible (and very rude) remarks about Britain and Londoners, which of course, only make the situation worse.

When Sam eventually makes it to the ring, still under a chorus of jeers, Daniels is ready for him. The London lad takes it to the American with punches, backing him into the corner, to a highly positive reaction from the crowd! This only intensifies as Daniels gets up on the second turnbuckle and does the traditional series of ten punches to Samuel Washington's head! He barely manages to finish, however, before Sam brings both of them out of the corner with a huge running spinebuster! He covers!

ONE!

--Levi grabs the nearby ropes!

Not wasting any time capitalising, Sam Washington pulls Levi up by his hair and connects with an elbow to the back of his head. Levi goes down and Sam Washington begins to stomp all over him! When the referee tells him to stop, he gets an earful for his troubles, as Sam accuses Britain as a whole of being anti-democratic, because of this one moment!

As all this is going on, Levi attempts to recover, but the moment he does, one of the Ultras pokes him in the eye! He is, therefore, reeling as Sam turns around, and in perfect position to be thrown over with a suplex! He lands hard on the mat, as Sam takes a moment to extol the virtues of America as a country and a political system; this, of course, only earns him more boos.

Eventually, Sam turns around...to find Levi rushing at him! This time, the Air Raid does connect, and Levi covers!

ONE! 

TWO! 

--Sam kicks out!

The crowd's mood, however, has diametrically changed – they are now ecstatic as the hometown hero makes a comeback! Levi brings Sam to his feet and decks him with a lariat, then covers again!

ONE! 

TWO! 

--Sam kicks out!

Undaunted, the London lad once again picks up his opponent and prepares to set him up. This time, however, Sam is having none of it, and hits an elbow to Levi's stomach, which allows him to break free. The American hits the opposite set of ropes, but ends up running right into a swinging neckbreaker! The Chelsea Smile connects, and Levi covers!

ONE! 

TWO!

--NO! Kickout from Sam Washington!

The crowd begin to get frustrated at this point – and so does Levi, judging by the expression on his face. Still, he does not relent, and once again picks up his opponent, preparing to continue his offensive rush.

It is at this point, however, that one of the American Ultras gets up on the apron, forcing the referee to intervene. The official walks over and tells the offending party to get down, which he does, after some protests. What the referee does not see is the purpose of the distraction – namely, for Sam to hit a low blow. The crowd shower the Guerreros of Lucha guest with boos as their hometown hero drops to his knees.

This is the opening Sam needed, and he promptly grabs Levi by the head and traps it between his legs. He then forces the Londoner to his feet and hits his America The Brave powerbomb! He does not cover, however, instead preferring to stand at attention over Daniels, saluting and bellowing the American anthem at the top of his lungs. The American Ultras join in, but their efforts are deafened by the boos of the crowd.

Still, Sam does not relent, and sings a good portion of the thing before turning back to his opponent. Levi had been hoping to get to his feet, but no such luck – Sam grabs him halfway up and hits his Heavy Artillery driver! This time, he does cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Daniels kicks out!!

Washington groans with frustration, but has no choice but to pick his opponent up again. He tosses Levi into the corner and goes for the American-rana...

...but Levi dodges! 

The crowd explodes as the local hero pulls himself to his feet and signals for the Ratings Spike, his trademark orange crush bomb! He leans in, retrieves Washington and begins to set him up...

...but is made to stumble as one of the Ultras tugs on his leg! 

The move is just discreet enough for the referee not to notice, and gives Washington the opening he needs. He hits Daniels with a headbutt, making him reel, then follows it up with the American Head Charge lariat! The referee drops down!

ONE! 

TWO!

THREE!

Sam Washington picks up the win in his guest appearance for UKWF!

WINNER in 5:03: Samuel Washington

Sam Washington does not even wait to have his hand raised; the minute the three is counted, he slips out of the ring, gathers the American Ultras, and rushes towards the backstage area. And good thing, too, as a number of fans seem ready to come after the Guerreros of Lucha guest! They are, however, kept back by security, and the Ultras all make it safely to the backstage area, as the feed cuts to yet another video package!

[bookerman]

The video package goes over both the first-ever tag team match at UKWF - what ended up being a three-way won by the Australian-American Connection - but also the Master Sisters' subsequent dastardly deeds against their former GPW comrade, Gaia Galanos. Highlights from the match are shown before an extended recap of Gaia's introduction to UKWF and the Masters' subsequent three-on-one attack. From there, the stream cuts back to ringside, for the second encounter between two of the three teams to take part in the Triangle match at Second Strike!

Aus-Am Connection v Master Sisters

Katherine Kensington, as always, did an excellent job at bringing the crowd to attention to introduce the contestants in the next tag team bout.

The first team was the Aus-Am Connection, receiving a sizeable ovation following their victory at the last show in a big four-way tag team matchup. Even Oscar The Grouch threatening to jump the barricade and charge towards the fans did little to calm it, and actually increased it slightly. Valerie Holcomb pulled him away while stifling laughter and with the help of her sister (and Oscar's wife) Bobbie Gene they were able to approach the ring, Valerie stopping to slap some hands before reverting to keeping Oscar in check.

The Master Sisters were second to enter the arena. Carnival immediately attempted to play up to the Troxy for support, but the crowd rejected her on the account of their actions last week attacking Gaia Galanos. Aurora waved them off as if they were a fiy buzzing on the wall, and the only reason anyone knew Moonlight was there was because she still stood out a foot taller than her sisters despite literally trying to hide behind them. Oscar leans from inside the ring to point at Carnival Dawn, accusing her of "screwing with everyone's minds!" Carnival in turn, yells back at him "these people should love us, not you!" The crowd boos in her face, while she slides into the ring to go towards Oscar, who is beging the fans to come and fight him.

Bobbie Grey leaves the ring, and Valerie Holcomb seems content to watch this from the apron. Aurora keeps Moonlight at the ring apron, instructing her to "stand still, wait for the tag, then knock some sense into the damn idiot." Witht he managers exiting the ring, the match officially begins...although not in the way many anticipated.

Oscar points out towards some fans, showing Carnival that he believes them to be 'stupid Brits". Carnival responds with "I know they're stupid, so are you!" which gets an enormous negative reaction. Oscar responds to this by going behind Carnival, draping an arm over her head, grabbing her into a side headlock, and flipping her over and down onto the canvas. While laying on her with a headlock cinched in, he asks "was THAT stupid?" When the crowd cheers, he yells back with "SHUT THE HELL UP! I DIDN'T ASK YOU!"

Carnival Dawn uses this brief distraction and gets a leg up, using the headscissors to break out. Oscar headstands to break the hold, getting back to his feet quickly. Carnival comes in quick, driving Oscar down with an arm drag. She holds onto the arm, but Oscar is able to slither out of it, and slide back to one knee himself. Rising to his feet, he has himself in the perfect position to apply a hammerlock, which he has done. He pulls it out, turning the arm around into a wristlock. Carnival Dawn cartwheels herself out of it, reversing the hold into one of her own. "See? This is why you should be cheering for me, idiots!" The crowd hisses at her, but it is Oscar who hurts her the most - by reversing the hold into a hammerlock and waistlock, lifting Carnival up and slamming her down into a German suplex to pop the fans!

He dosn't go for a pin, however. He merely rolls over and out, bringing Carnival Dawn back up for what could be a second German suplex. Carnival hooks his legs with her feet, keeping her on the ground. Somewhat. She gets her feet back down, managing to break one arm free from her waist so she could wrap the other one into an arm ringing wristlock yet again - this time laying flat on it to bring Oscar face-down to the canvas. Carnival Dawn lays on it, applying an inverted armbar of the Fujiwara variety.

While in the armlock, the crowd tries to pump up the Aus-Am's momentum with a chant of "LET'S GO OSCAR!" and a rhythmic series of clapping. Carnival looks out into the crowd with disgust, before responding to the next "LET'S GO OSCAR!" with a response of "LET'S GO MASTERS!" The crowd yells it back, and tries to drown out Carnival with their claps, but Carnival has an aide in her chanting - Oscar himself, still on the mat with Carnival's armbar applied. Frustrated at the crowd chanting his name louder and louder, Oscar slaps the mat with his free hand and raises up to one knee, then stands up to relieve the pressure of the armlock. The crowd cheers and Oscar reverses the wristlock into a final arm ringer, flipping Carnival over and down onto the canvas to send them into roaring applause.

Carnival rolls over on the mat, and crawls away to the waiting tag of her little sister, Moonlight Master. Moonlight steps in through the middle rope with ease, appearing even taller than Oscar when she meets him chest-to-chest in the center of the ring. "What? You think I'm stupid, too, don't you?" Oscar tries his best to make up for the missing inch between them.

Oscar slides his hands in to lock Moonlight into a collar-and-elbow tie up. He shoves back into Moonlight, but meets a wall. Even stepping into it with both feet yields little to no progress. Oscar is forced to trip her down with one foot. Not being able to overpower the woman as easily as he thought, an angry Oscar leaps over her feet to deliver a jumping elbow drop - but misses completely. When he rolls back to his feet and stands up to turn back towards her, her boot meets his face with ferocious intent.

Oscar is knocked back into the corner, but not senseless. Moonlight charges in, driving a stiff shoulder into his chest that snaps him back into the buckles. After the piercing impact, Moonlight steps back to let Oscar stumble forward into her arms, about to fall. She locks him up into a front face lock, bringing him up for a vertical suplex....only to rotate and drop down onto her knees, pancaking Oscar the Grouch flat into the canvas!

Oscar is down and if he ain't out, he's doing a good job at faking it. Moonlight rolls him over at Aurora's request, and attempts the first cover of the match. It is only good for two, as Oscar woke up just in time to kick out. That, or he really was faking it. Moonlight gets back up, getting ready to continue an onslaught against Oscar the Grouch. She sends him across the ring, but misses with her big boot afrer Oscar rolls right. Valerie Holcomb makes a blind tag, but Oscar continues to rebound, slapping Moonlight on the back of the head on the way to run back across the ring once more, drawing her ire. Moonlight hits a second big boot, hitting Oscar so hard he windmills over the top rope as a result. However, Moonlight turns back to the center of the ring to meet the new legal member of her opponent's team...Valerie Holcomb, who hits her with a springboard corkscrew bodypress!

The crowd is on fire, and they count down with the referee! Valerie got one! She got two! Carnival thinks about stepping in to break up the count! But it was not to be, for Moonlight powered out and sent Valerie back up to her feet with a bench press! Valerie wastes no time, however, and prepares another move. Moonlight rises up, but her power move inadvertantly gave Valerie extra time to steady herself. Valerie steps up with a front dropkick to knock Moonlight back to the ropes! Valerie lands a couple of elbows, then whips Moonlight across the ring - never mind, I got that wrong. Moonlight reversed that mess and sent Valerie to the corner instead.

Valerie leaps to the second rope, coming back with a lariat from up high! Moonlight is hit, and both ladies collapse into the ring. Both are up, Valerie quick as always, and she wants to stay on top. She springboards up to the top turnbuckle, coming back with a moonsault...Aurora jumped up onto the apron! She ALMOST went to grab the rope before Valerie jumped off, I think Valerie might have seen her in time to avoid her! But she is caught by Moonlight and DRIVEN back-first into the turnbuckles! I mean, DRIVEN! Driven like she was a bolt that belonged there driven!

The air is taken out of her lungs, and out of the London crowd. However, Moonlight isn't done with her just yet. Moonlight pulls Valerie out of the corner and transitions her into a standing fireman's carry...spins around...and brings her down for a Master Crush! And this one looked pretty bad too...bad enough that someone came through the curtain from the locker room to check it out!

Our new guest at the top of the aisle watched on as Oscar, from the apron, starts to fume at what he sees happening to his partner. The crowd boos as he attempts to enter the ring, but Carnival pulls him off the apron from the outside. Aurora yells for Moonlight to make the pin, who does so but is left to witness the destruction at her hands.

The count, made by the same referee who debuted last week during the Natalie McKinley and Katherine Kensington, is for three and ends the match, resulting in a questionable win by the Master Sisters. However, the crowd starts to pep up about it when it's obvious who came out to ringside at the end of that contest...

WINNERS by pinfall in 5:39: Master Sisters

[UKWF]

After The Masters’ opponents had left, Gaia continues to stand at the entrance stage with a microphone. She applauds with a smile which draws an irritated look from Aurora. After a moment of the Masters wondering what she is up to, Gaia raises the microphone to her lips.

Gaia Galanos: I don’t see why the three of you are so confused with my presence right now. At Punishment Due, when you three made up your mind to take whatever respect we had between us, and throw it to the wolves, I made a clear statement. Ladies, I didn’t come here with my eye on the UKWF Championship. That will come with time.

A cheer raises among the fans in the audience.

Gaia Galanos: I came to UKWF with my eye on a growing Tag Team Division. I came to UKWF because I’ve never been a Tag Team Champion before, and that’s something that has eaten at me especially because, during my early days in this business, Tag Team Matches weren’t my forte because I relied so heavily upon myself that I couldn’t understand the concept of relying upon someone else. That has changed rapidly over the past almost two years that I’ve been in this sport. I told you three and the UKWF that I didn’t come alone, and I was deadly serious about that. But, you know what, I’ve said enough…

Gaia just holds her arm out with the microphone gesturing toward the screen, and then “Night Train” by Guns n’ Roses begins to play in the arena, as footage of a woman with red and sometimes green hair is shown running and flipping almost in a blur. In tandem with this footage, the actual woman herself bursts into view at the entrance, running back and forth, bouncing like a damn pogo stick. She hits each side of the entrance, pumping a fist into the air and pointing out at the crowd. Then she runs over and does about six laps around Gaia, as the bigger woman looks on. It is none other than the one and only member of the famed Ayano wrestling clan… Night Train Ayano!

Night Train: Hey hey hey! People of the UK, what you say? Shout out to the marvelous monkey mans and funky punk princesses here tonight!!! Now listen up, pop quiz: What has six legs and just got in a bad mood real quick? An ant on a hot plate? Nooooo! Is you three tinsel turds in the ring! Master sisters? You couldn’t master a microwave TV dinner even if you HAVEN’T thrown away the box with the instructions on it yet.

She sticks out her tongue and wags her head as the crowd is going nuts and the Masters’ are looking pissed. Dawn sticks her tongue as well and appears to flip her off, but the camera quickly cuts off to Night Train again.

Night Train: When Gaia here… or as I say “The Big G” put out the call to shake up the apple cart of the tag team ranks, she knew that she could toss a little TNT into the mix to blow things up. TNT as in… THE NIGHT TRAIN! You think you got the answers? Well I didn’t ask any questions, so I don’t CARE. Keep your hands down, I’m not calling on you, class.

The women in the ring are getting more upset, and Aurora grabs a mic.

Aurora Master: Listen here, you inf…

Night Train: NOPE NOPE. Hands down. I didn’t say Simon Says, put a sock in it, dingleberry. I’m here to talk, and you should listen. You have six ears, three mouths, and from this point on… zero chance of getting anywhere in UKWF. You big and bad, so smart and twisted and evil? You look like yo momma was good friends with the milkman, the mailman, and the cable guy. Maury Povich time!

She holds up her hand for a high five, and Gaia shrugs and holds up her hand, and Night Train slaps it.

Night Train: Right on! See, The Big G here is not the hunted.. it’s not in her DNA. She is the hunter...huntress? I mean, she is the one who hunts, duh! And with me as her partner… TNT, The Night Train…. we’re both going out on a little expedition, and we will hunt…. Hunt By Night!

With that, Night Train drops the microphone as Gaia looks pretty pleased with the irritation on the Masters’ faces. That’s when the team which we can only assumed has dubbed themselves “Hunt By Night” walk out of the arena, leaving Dawn and Aurora talking angrily between themselves, while Moonlight stares at the entrance. A moment later, the feed cuts to yet another video package!

[UKWF]

Fans are treated to yet another video package, this one detailing the events at the end of the handicap match between UKWF Champion Skylynn Reed, Ursula Areano and Sterling Everett at Punishment Due. Highlights of the match are shown for a few moments, before the footage slows down, just as a masked man comes in to pull Ursula Areano off the apron. The feed slows down further as the masked assailant knocks Ursula out cold before retreating to the back yet again, allowing Sterling to win the match. Over the top of all this, hissed, enigmatic threats are heard, delivered by a reedy-voiced being calling himself simply FEAR...

[UKWF]

The scene shows the three Masters Sisters walking backstage, while they argue with each other a bit when they are interrupted by Katherine Kensington.

Katherine Kensington: Aurora, Dawn, Moonlight. Gaia just revealed her new tag partner, Night Train, and her new team, “Hunt by Night”, and they clearly are going after you first, what’s your opinion on this?

Aurora looks at Katherine and then points and her microphone.

Aurora: Is that a microphone? It looks like a microphone.

Katherine: Hum… it’s one.

Aurora raised her hand.

Aurora: Gimme that.

Katherine reluctantly gave it to her.

Aurora: Thank you. Now, Gaia! You think you can...

Aurora looks back at Katherine.

Aurora: What the Hell are you still doing here?! Get out of our shot, you pile of inferiority!

She pushes Katherine to the ground, which made Carnival laugh quite loudly, before turning back to the camera and continuing.

Aurora: Gaia! You think you can come to our home and play our game? You entitled bitch, you think you’re simply going to come here and dominate everything just like you always do, right? Wrong. Bring all your friends, we don’t care, this tag team division is our yard, and if you really, REALLY want to take another beating again, you’re more than welcomed to step on it.

Aurora throws the microphone to Katherine’s face, who’s still on the ground and the trio leaves the shot as the feed returns to ringside for another scheduled match!

[UKWF]

Ursula Areano v FEAR

Referee signals for the bell to ring as the match begins, but FEAR remains kneeling in the corner, staring a hole into Ursula who is waiting on the other side of the ring. Ursula takes a few steps forward and motions for the masked man to come on and fight. FEAR stalls, but then does a surprise forward roll right into a stance against Ursula. He spreads his arms, willing Ursula to throw the first punch. She does, but The Walking Dread ducks and quickly moves behind her, trying a Schoolboy roll-up right off the bat. Ursula kicks out at one and rolls into a seated position, FEAR shoots for a headkick, but the Argentinian rolls out of the ring as the foot of the masked man just swings through the air.

The fans will Ursula on as she’s trying to recover from te shocking start of the match. She rolls back into the ring eventually and locks up with FEAR. Being a smaller of the two, she quickly finds herself overpowered and locked in a Side Headlock. She counters wisely, though, as she locks her arms around her opponent and drives him down with a Back Suplex. FEAR immediately moves back to his corner, clutching the back of his head and Ursula once again wills him to come on and fight, as people cheer loudly.

FEAR storms out of the corner, but Areano sidesteps him and sends him bouncing off the ropes. She hits a vicious Kitchen Sink knee on the charging opponent, sending him flipping to the ground. As FEAR sits up, Ursula herself runs off the ropes and hits a low Dropkick that catches the masked man flush on the back of the head. She covers and gets a two count. Ursula takes a few steps back, allowing her opponent to get up, then charges towards him and hits a Floatover DDT. She hooks the leg again, and once again only for the two count.

With her opponent laid out on the mat, Ursula wills the fans to clap their hands for her, which they immediately do. The Iron Woman then performs a picture perfect handspring and goes for Splash off of that… but lands on the knees of FEAR! She finds herself on all four, holding her ribs, as FEAR suddenly rolls her on her shoulders with a La Magistral cradle. The referee once again raises his hand with only two fingers up, but FEAR wastes no time - he helps Ursula to get to one knee, then bounces off the opposing ropes and delivers a brutal Shining Wizard that sends his opponent down and rolling out of the ring.

The fans boo loudly as FEAR steps on the apron and signals for Areano to get up. She does, but The Walking Dread comes diving off the apron with a Dropkick that sends the Argentinian Scrapper into a bunch of the UKWF faithful standing at ringside. FEAR lands on the ringside floor, however, so it takes him a moment to get up as well. He quickly rolls in and out of the ring to break the referee’s count, then finally moves to Ursula. He drags her up and instructs two fans to hold her arms as he delivers crushing chops to her chest while all the other fans boo loudly. After five backhanded chops, he grabs Areano by her hair and throws her back into the ring. He steps on the apron and pulls down his kneepads, signaling for his signature Springboard Meteora.

As Areano gets back to a vertical base, FEAR indeed springboards into a Meteora attempt… but Ursula ducks and dodges the move as FEAR lands on his uncovered knees and screams in pain! Crucifix pin from Ursula… only two! The crowd goes crazy once again for their favorite luchadora, who drags FEAR up and Irish Whips him into the corner. She charges, leaps into the air and smashes the man with a vicious Flying Forearm, to a chorus of cheers from the fans. She repeats that two more times and FEAR collapses down to the mat, but Ursula drags him up again, takes a few steps back… and hits the Argentina Train! She hooks the leg as she covers her opponent right by the corner… but FEAR grabs a hold of the ropes!

Ursula remains in control as she snapmares FEAR into a seated position, then drops him with a straight kick to the chest. She follows up with her patented Handspring Splash, this time right into a cover, but once again FEAR finds the power to kick out. Ursula climbs onto the top turnbuckle to deafening cheers from the crowd and goes for Death From Above… but FEAR rolls away from the Shooting Star Legdrop and Ursula lands flat on her arse! The Walking Dread shows impressive strenght as snaps on a Waistlock on the seated opponent and deadlifts her before hitting a Bridging German Suplex! Ursula kicks out just in time and FEAR storms to his feet, angrily kicking the bottom turnbuckle. He points his fingers like a gun at Ursula, signaling the end with his Front Flip DDT… he charges…

Areano ducks and Backdrops him as people cheer loudly! Ursula knows it’s time to end it all as she grabs FEAR and muscles all 190 pounds of him up like it’s no big deal, putting him in an Argentine Backbreaker position. She spins around to drop him with the Cutter she calls Tempest Turn… but he drops on his feet behind her! She turns around… brutal Hook Kick to the face from FEAR! Ursula drops on one knee, but she’s still willing to fight! The crowd goes absolutely mental! FEAR drags Ursula up and sends her chest first into the buckles, she hits them hard and turns around… into another Hook Kick. Ursula drops to all four only… another La Magistral Cradle! The ref counts one… two… three! Ursula kicks out, but a split second too late as the ref let’s the bell ring! People are in shock as FEAR picks up a huge debut win against a top title contender.

WINNER in 13:44 - FEAR

The surprise winner of this match stand in the very center of the ring, staring at Ursula. She drags herself up using the ropes as the people applaud her and chant her name. She stumbles to the center of the ring, meeting FEAR face to face again. He suddenly drops on his knees and spreads arms wide, much like Jesus on the cross. “COME ON! DO IT!” he shrieks at Ursula, quickly sliding his right index finger over his throat before spreading his arms again. Areano looks at FEAR, who seems to be offering himself as a sacrifice, but just shakes her head and walks away from the ring. “Touch of Death” roars through the PA system again, mixed with a chorus of boos from the crowd. FEAR gets on his feet and leaves the ring as well.

[UKWF]

The feed returns to the arena just as “Riot” hits the arena, prompting Sky to slowly walk out before the crowd. She flips the hood of her hoodie down and takes slow, deliberate steps to the ring . Upon reaching the squared circle, she requests a microphone from Katherine Kensington and looks around at the crowd, smiling. Troxy replies with a huge ovation, which Skylynn has to talk over as she begins:

Skylynn Reed: I think this is the first time I’ve been out here to just say what’s up…
So… How y’all doin’ tonight?

She paused for a moment as the sold out crowd rose to their feet and began clapping and cheering. She paced around the ring with a smile planted on her face before coming to a standstill once again in the middle.

Skylynn: What’s good Kerry?

She barely glares in the announcers direction as the crowd gives a small pop.

Skylynn: Been a good night so far, yeah? Not having a match for the night really lets you sit back and enjoy what’s going on. Makes you sit back and appreciate where you are. It’s crazy, you know. I don’t remember my last match before I wrapped my car around a tree. I don’t remember half the things I went through to get back into a ring. I know a lot of people told me not to, my little sister all but begged me not to when I told her I was considering it.

And hell, when I was getting my gear on to march back to this ring on the night that would give me my first championship in pro wrestling, I didn’t think I was ready. I was scared. But I came out here, I wrestled back to back triple threats, received a minor concussion in the process, but at the end of the night I was standing in this ring with my hand and…

Skylynn held her championship high above her head much to the delight of the audience.

Skylynn: ...this championship held high. Some people didn’t like it. People like Sterling Everett or hell, the much beloved Kerry Buckingham.

She rolled her eyes with a small grin.

Skylynn: And God only knows how many others. Can’t say I’d feel ANY different in their position. But I’m not. I’m the champ. And you can bet that every time I step into this ring, I’m going to work harder than anyone else. For you guys that love me, I love you. If you think you’re better, prove it. If you want my belt, try to take it.

I’ll be waiting.

She dropped the microphone, a small thud echoing over the sounds of the cheering crowd. Riot began playing once more as she exited the ring, high fiving a few lucky fans as she made her way to the back.

[UKWF]

Before the Main Event begins, home streamers have the opportunity to catch up on the circumstances leading up to it by way of a video package. The montage shows highlights of the UKWF Championship match at Genesis (narrowly won by Skylynn Reed) before moving on to the Champion's one-on-one confrontation with Ursula Areano, which Sterling Everett interrupts to lay both competitors out. The package then moves on to show the Brum Bruiser attacking General Manager Johnny Ajax when he attempts to stop him, leading to the official making a match between himself and the offending party. It is on a shot of Sterling glaring that the feed cuts back to ringside, for the match in question!

Sterling Everett v Johnny Ajax

Before the bell, Sterling is standing in the ring, calling out Johnny Ajax and stating that he hopes the General Manager has not chickened out of their match. This gets him vehemently booed, but the boos soon turn to cheers as Ajax answers the call, bursting out from behind the curtain and making a beeline straight for the ring!

Sterling, however, is prepared for the UKWF GM, and as Johnny vaults over the ropes into the ring, he gets caught with a leaping clothesline, which nearly takes his head off his shoulders. As Ajax falls to the mat, Sterling lands a stomp to his knee, making the official scream out loud and drawing the boos of the crowd.

Unperturbed, Sterling picks Johnny up and throws him over with a suplex, causing him to land on the mat back-first. Ajax scrambles to his feet, but Sterling is right there with a dropkick to his bad knee, causing him to once again cry out. Ajax kneels, grimacing in pain, and the Brum Bruiser capitalises with a brutal kick to the head, which sends the GM to the mat, out cold.

Once again ignoring the shower of boos, Sterling pulls Johnny to his feet and drapes him over his shoulders, into a torture rack. He holds the GM there for a few seconds, but it is clear he does not mean to end the match just yet, as he transitions from the submission hold into a massive death valley driver after a few moments. He rolls through to his feet and poses over the seemingly unconscious Ajax, flexing. The crowd showers him with boos, as on the outside, a concerned Katherine Kensington seeks to encourage her husband back to consciousness.

It is all to no avail, however, as Sterling continues to simply toy with Ajax. He scoops him up and delivers a Saito suplex! Then picks him up again and delivers a Saito suplex! Then a powerslam! Then, he once again poses for the crowd, lobbing all sorts of insults at them. The crowd does not hesitate to give him a piece of their minds, and even the usually meek Katherine joins in – in her own, prim way, of course.

Sterling manages, once again, to brush off all the hatred, but his moment of cockiness ends up costing him nonetheless. Ajax is able to regain consciousness just enough to pull Everett into a rollup, and the fans go wild as the referee drops down to count!

ONE!

TW—Sterling kicks out with authority!

The GM's initiative, while brave, has the unfortunate side-effect of angering the Brum Bruiser. Sterling brings Johnny to his feet roughly, throws him against the corner, and rushes in with a corner splash! Ajax is crushed against the corner, and Sterling capitalises, hitting the GM with multiple forearm shots before picking him up again and climbing the turnbuckle, looking for a superplex! The fans begin to boo again, but their boos turn to cheers as Ajax revives and pushes his larger opponent off the turnbuckle! Sterling crashes to the mat, and Johnny is just quick enough to capitalise with a 450 splash! The crowd roars as the move connects, but Johnny is in a bad way, and stays down for a few moments before finally crawling over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Sterling puts a foot on the ropes!

Johnny is frustrated that he was unable to cover fast enough, but has no other option than to pull himself to his feet. Having seen what Sterling can do, he keeps a safe distance from the Brum Bruiser as Everett himself clambers to a vertical position. Ajax takes this time to exchange a few quick words with Katherine, but is soon forced to focus on the match again, as Sterling rushes at him!

Ajax reacts quickest, tripping up the Brum Bruiser and escaping towards the furthest turnbuckle! Having fallen chin-first onto the ropes, Sterling is now even more upset, and quickly gives chase...only to find Ajax waiting at the top of the post, ready to land a shooting star press! The move connects, and Ajax once again covers!

ONE! 

TWO!

---Sterling kicks out again!

After the count, the two men once again lie on the floor for a long moment, both clearly feeling the effects of the impact. Ajax is first to his feet this time around, and once again puts some distance between himself and the Brum Bruiser. Then, as Sterling gets to one knee, he rushes in and hits a roundhouse kick, taking the Bruiser down once more! Ajax covers!

ONE! 

TWO!

–Another kickout by Sterling Everett!

The crowd begin to boo from frustration as Ajax is once again forced to start over. This time, he decides to take the close route, and smashes Everett into the post with a rolling elbow! He then begins to deliver chops, which the crowd gleefully hoot along to! Once Everett is suitably weakened, Ajax takes a couple of steps back, looks towards his bride at ringside, grins, and rushes in with a superkick....

...that Sterling counters by dropping down and chop-blocking the GM's bad knee!

The crowd groans in dismay as Ajax is once again brought down to a kneeling position, howling with pain. This time, however, Everett does not stop to gloat, having already felt the dangers of that tactic once before. Instead, he backs up a few steps and delivers a brutal Yakuza kick, seemingly knocking Ajax out cold again! He covers!

ONE! 

TWO!

TH---no!!!! Last-gasp kickout from the UKWF GM!

Sterling is incredulous at the fact that Johnny kicked out, but does not let that deter him. He picks the groggy GM up again, drapes him across the middle rope, and delivers a rope-hung DDT! He follows this up with a leg drop across Ajax's throat! He then rolls to his feet and once more gloats to the crowd!

He stops soaking in the boos as he sees Ajax begin to get to his feet. He walks over, traps the GM and delivers an ura-nage slam! He then pulls Johnny right back to his feet again and throws him over with a deadlift Bruiser Suplex! He bridges it into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!! Shoulder up by Ajax!

This time, the Brum Bruiser does yell out in frustration. Still, he does not give up, picking his opponent up yet again and dropping him with a pumphandle neckbreaker! He covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!! At the last second, Ajax kicks out!

The crowd lets out a sigh of relief, which contrasts with Sterling's primal scream of fury. An incensed Brum Bruiser brings the UKWF GM back to his feet and sets him up for a spinebuster...

...only for Ajax to evade by way of a headscissors!! 

The crowd roars as the GM takes off towards the nearest corner and waits for Sterling to get to his feet. Once the Bruiser does, Ajax takes off running, leaps up and hits a reverse hurricanrana! Sterling goes flying face-down towards the mat and Ajax pumps up the crowd before hitting his trademark standing 450! He covers!

ONE! 

TWO!

THR---NO! Sterling kicks out!

Undaunted, Ajax heads for the nearest turnbuckle, making the crowd explode as he points down at the still-prone Sterling! He then takes off with a diving double-foot stomp...

...only for Sterling to pop up at the last minute, grab the GM bodily, throw him into the air and connect with a Brainsplitter uppercut! The crowd groans in sympathy as Ajax goes down, out cold! Knowing he has all the time in the world now, Everett paces around the ring, once again trading insults with the crowd, who responds in kind. He then pulls his opponent towards the centre of the ring, but rather than cover Ajax, instead wraps himself around the GM's knee with a kneebar! This finally saps the last of the ailing Ajax's strength, and it does not take long for Ajax to tap out, making Everett the winner of the bout!

WINNER by submission in 18:37: Sterling Everett

After the bell, and despite his win, the Brum Bruiser does not release the hold. Instead, he keeps it locked in a long few seconds more, finishing the punishment to Ajax before finally getting to his feet once again. He then promptly, brusquely asks for a microphone, and gets ready to address the still-booing crowd!

[UKWF]

Sterling stands over the fallen Ajax, casting an intense glower up at the crowd. Then, looking directly down at his still-prone opponent, he brings the microphone to his lips:

Sterling Everett: Right. I've had just about enough of this bollocks. I've jumped through every hoop you cunts put in front of me. I want my fuckin' title shot!

Ajax, still barely conscious, does not respond, and thus Sterling turns towards the ramp:

Sterling: You hear that, Reed? I'll be comin' for my title now!

The Brum Bruiser makes as if to leave, but just as he prepares to exit the ring, Evanescence's 'Weight of The World' blares through the speakers. The crowd erupts in a cheer as Ursula Areano appears near the curtain! Sterling, however, is far less pleased, and glowers at the Argentinian as she brings her own microphone up and addresses him:

Ursula Areano: Not so fast, Sterling. Ever since Genesis, you have been ROBBING me of rightful opportunities at the UKWF title!

Sterling begins to argue, but Ursula cuts him off:

Ursula: Say what you want. I don't deserve it, my chance is gone, whatever. We both know the truth. If you hadn't attacked Skylynn at Second Strike...if FEAR hadn't laid me out at Punishment Due...I would be a rightful contender to Skylynn's title. The reason I'm not is because of YOU!

The crowd gives another cheer, as Sterling rants at Ursula off the mic. The Argentinian is unfazed, however, as she continues:

Ursula: And yes, before you say anything, FEAR did beat me. But it was a lucky win, and we both know it!

Sterling goes to object, but is once again cut off by the determined Queen of Lucha:

Ursula: So here's the deal. I want a match. Against you. One on one. I want a chance to prove I can beat you, and that I'm still a rightful contender to Skylynn's title. So two weeks from now, I want to get in that ring, with you. Winner is Number One Contender.

Hearing this, Everett begins to laugh. He promptly raises the microphone to his lips, but before he can say anything, another voice is heard – barely more than a rasp, but still perceptible:

Voice: ...match made...

Ursula and Sterling both look round at where Johnny Ajax is being helped up by UKWF's acting referee. The GM has a slightly manic grin on his features as he looks directly at Sterling and adds:

Johnny Ajax: ...Iron Man.

The crowd erupts as Sterling welcomes the news with little more than a shrug, Ursula taking them in with a look of determination.

Baz: Cor blimey! Did 'e just say 'Iron Man'?!

Kerry: He did, darling. What do you suppose he meant?

Baz: Well, he warn't talkin' about the bloke in a suit, tha's for sure! I reckon 'e was talkin' 'bout an Iron Man match!

Kerry: WHAT?! How ghastly! How dreadfully unfair to poor Sterling! Oh! Odious people!

The upper-class announcer sulks pointedly, refusing to wrap up the programme as a result. It therefore falls to her partner to do so.

Baz: You 'eard it! The big lass an' that Everett lad are gunner 'ave an Iron Man match to see who gets to go f'r Sky's title! Tha's in two weeks, tho' – f'r tonigh', this is all the time we 'ave! I'm Baz Jones, with me partner Kerry Buckingham, sayin' g'night an' thanks f'r bein' there!

A moment later, the feed wraps up.