UKWF Blood and Iron RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The speedy chords of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' welcome viewers to yet another streaming UKWF event. The usual, yet ever-evolving sequence depicting roster members performing some of their trademark moves over a Union Jack background ensues, the whole culminating, as always, in the name of the event:

UKWF BLOOD AND IRON

From there, the feed cuts to the inside of Hackney's Cr8 Centre, a slightly different venue than the ones the company has hired for its first few shows. This one is more akin to a convention room, a large, spacious with the ring set square in the middle and the entrance curtain and announce table at the far end. The space in-between the two areas is occupied by a hundred or so paying fans, many sporting hand-crafted posterboard signs. Sayings on these include 'BRUISE CRUISE > BOOZE CRUISE', 'JULIET STRIPPED FOR ME LAST NIGHT', and 'I HUNT BY NIGHT'. A little girl in an official Team PRD shirt holds up a sign with cut-out photos of Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III, with the inscription 'THE WORST OF BRITISH', while the pre-teen boy next to her proudly wears his Bruise Cruise shirt and holds up a poster with the words 'STORM COMING' written on it in black sharpie.

Once the camera is done picking out some of the most appealing faces and posters in the crowd, it moves to the announce table, where the usual duo of announcers is at hand to greet home viewers.

Barry Jones: 'ello an' welcome to UKWF Blood an' Iron! I'm Baz Jones, an' this lass over 'ere is the luvly Kerry! How's you, Kerr?

Kerry Buckingham uncharacteristically seems to be blushing somewhat as she replies:

Kerry Buckingham: Doing quite well, Barry, thank you. Looking forward to seeing my Sterling reclaim his place as Number One Contender to that girl's title!

Baz: Oi! Dun go thinkin' it's a done deal, luv! You never know, do you?

Kerry: Oh, I know, Barry...just like I know Rupert and Nigel will deal with that insufferable cave troll and her goblin of a partner...ugh!

Baz: Oi! Tha' ent no way ter talk 'bout two ladies, Kerr!

Kerry: Oh, trust me, dear...they're hardly 'ladies'...

Baz: An' wha' 'bout these other matches, then? Juliet an' Storm, tha' big lass fightin' the other lass, loads o' new people comin' in...excitin' night innit?

Kerry: Parts of it should be exciting, yes...

Baz: Parts?! I thinks the 'ole bloomin' thing is gunner be crackin'!

Before Kerry can expand on her opinion one way or another, the two are interrupted by the first theme song of the night, which indicates things are about to kick into action!

[UKWF]

Storm v Juliet Black

The bell rings and Juliet Black immediately charges at Storm, all guns blazing. She catches her much larger opponent off guard as he backs up from her shots. He stumbles backwards to the corner, but that gives Juliet the opening to charge in again and hit a corner Clothesline. Storm collapses to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Juliet quickly moves on the apron and performs a Somersault Dive off it right onto Storm. She gets up fairly quickly and flips the bird to the crowd, causing the first shower of boos coming her way. Black grabs Mark Storm by the hair and drags him up slowly, before Irish Whipping him right into the stairs. She moves into the ring and waits in the corner as the ref starts the count.

Referee gets all the way up to seven when Storm slides back into the ring. Juliet gets cocky as she slaps him when he tries to get up, and just when he is one one knee, she bounces off the ropes and charges towards him… but Storm counters with a Spinebuster! He covers immediately, but Black kicks out at two. Mark waits for Juliet go get to one knee as well and shoots a big straight kick to her side. He follows with a Roundhouse to the head that sends Juliet down and he covers again, but once again, The Queen of Wrestling kicks out.

Storm drags Juliet up to her feet and she suddenly spits gum into his face. She grins as Storm looks angrily at her and muscles her up on his shoulders. He goes for Dystopia clearly, but Juliet hits rapid fire elbows to his head, softening him up, and eventually slides from his hold right behind him. She shoots a huge kick to his right leg, almost kicking his knee out. Storm screams out in pain and drops down as the crowd goes “Ooooh” in shock. Juliet wastes no time, hooks his arms and quickly stomps Storm’s head into the canvas! She rolls her opponent on his back and hooks both legs and the ref counts one… two… three!

Juliet shows her middle fingers to the crowd as the ref checks on Storm, who probably really is experiencing a Blackout. Referee then goes to raise Black’s arm in victory, but she flips him off as well and leaves, smiling and confident after her surprisingly quick victory.

WINNER in 4:36 - Juliet Black

[UKWF]

The scene cutS to the backstage where UKWF’s newest signee, former ECWF Extreme Champion, Sophia Halter, Is standing with UKWF General Manager, Johnny Ajax. The audience in attendance gIVES a rather boisterous cheer. And, based on Sophia’s body language, she seemS rather desperate for something as Johnny listenS to her plead.

Sophia Halter: I don’t think you understand. I need a match. 

Johnny Ajax: What do you mean “need”? No one needs anything. The show is already full as it is. Besides, I don’t really have anyone who can be your opponent tonight…

Just then Gav The Chav walkS by. Sophia takes notice and points directly at him, with some irritation. 

Sophia Halter: He seems busy, really doing a lot. 

She quips sarcastically before adding in more of an argument. 

Sophia Halter: And everyone needs something! Victories to make them feel valued, a good paying job, power to wave over others, adrenaline rushes, and I need to wrestle. I’m sure most people in this sport take it as something fun to do. A hobby, but I’m not most people. Wrestling is similar to oxygen for me. For the last year and a half- I’ve been suffocating. 

Very child-like, Sophia pouts her lips, crossing both arms over her chest and turning away. 

Johnny Ajax: Fine. Gav, gear up. You’ve got a match in a few minutes.

Gav stops in his tracks, astounded that a match had just been made on the spot. Halter turns back toward the camera, showing a bit of a smile on her features as she gives a rather devious look to her opponent for the night.

Gav the Chav: Wha-? Me? But…

Johnny Ajax: But, nothing. Get your ass into gear before you have to wrestle in those clothes.

A sulking Gav saunters off without a word after thinking he had the night off.

Johnny Ajax: Well, what are you standing here for? You’ve got your match.

Sophia merely replies with a shrug before she disappears out of sight, leaving Johnny Ajax to his own devices as the scene fades out.

[UKWF]

Sophia Halter v Gav The Chav

As the show returns, we find ourselves looking at Gav the Chav standing in the ring, chatting to his girlfriend and manager as he awaits his opponent’s arrival when “Kiss My Eyes” starts up as the crowd begins to stir. All eyes are on the dark entrance until spotlights flash on, revealing Sophia Halter. They begin to strobe rapidly while she slowly walks forward like a flickering ghost. There is nothing particularly special about how she stands at the top of the ramp. The lights stop flickering and Sophia continues at the same slow pace while making her way down the way; occasionally reaching out to touch the hands extended towards her. Sophia's pace quickens, charging towards the ring. She stops herself by running into the apron. One fist slams against the apron before Sophia climbs up. Both hands grab the middle rope with piercing eyes staring ahead. Her head is dipped but gaze remains forward giving an almost insane appearance as her head tilts to the side. Calmly the brunette enters through the middles of the ropes to stand in the middle of the ring raising her arms up into the air. They drop and she backs into the corner rubbing her wrist with the opposite hand while glaring at her opponent as if he were prey. Gav, seeming a bit unnerved by this, cowers back into his corner as his girlfriend, Shazza, tries to get his attention so he’ll snap out of it. 

It is no use though because when the referee calls for the bell, it is pretty much all Sophia from beginning to end. As Gav comes to the middle to wrap up with Sophia, she swiftly ducks under and pops up to deliver a release German Suplex dubbed “Shut Up!” A surprising amount of strength put into the suplex, sends Gav rolling across the ring. He suddenly finds himself trying to get out of the turnbuckle corner, but does not have time to as Sophia comes charging in with a running dropkick!

Sophia retreats back to the opposite turnbuckle then comes charging back once more, catching Gav, this time, with a Hesitation Dropkick to the corner! Unmercifully, Halter tears Gav to his feet and delivers a headbutt to Gav causing him to stumble backwards, but Sophia follows that up with a knee lift to the gut causing him to double over. She then spins him back toward the turnbuckle and sends him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle post itself! The crowd groans at the devastation while Shazza seems very concerned as she yells for the referee to do something, but he shrugs as there realistically is nothing he could do.

Sophia yanks Gav by his tights back out of the corner into another release German Suplex, sending his body flailing across the ring once more. At this point, Shazza hops up on the apron as Sophia is about to stalk back toward her opponent. Shazza yells at Sophia to distract her only to receive a sick forearm shiver, sending her falling off the apron to the floor.

By this point, Gav has begun pushing himself back to his feet which brings a bit of a smirk to Sophia’s face before she runs to the opposite ropes, rebounds, and charges at her dazed opponent. She steps up on Gav’s thigh as he kneels and catches him with a sick kick from the opposite leg, knocking him out cold!

Sophia shoots the half-nelson then pins Gav complete with a forearm to the face to get the three-count. 

Winner in 01:25: Sophia Halter

[UKWF]

After making quick work of Gav the Chav, Sophia has her hand raised by the referee as Shazza helps her boyfriend out of the ring and to the back. Meanwhile, “Heavy Metal Suicide” by Ringo Deathstarr begins playing as The Master Sisters enter the arena instantly catching Sophia’s attention.

Aurora Master: Hey! Look who it is! Sophia Halter! What a signing! Everyone give her a show of hands! Come on! 

The Master Sisters start clapping and asking the fans to join them. Sophia turns to the referee saying something as he rolls from the ring to grab her a mic. She turns to face the Master Sisters with a slight frown. After retrieving the mic, Sophia speaks

Sophia Halter: What do you want? 

She asks bluntly.

Aurora Master: Nothing, really. It’s just that, since we’ve done such a great job introducing Gaia to our fellow British folks, I thought we could do the same with you. Don’t worry though, we’ll skip the beating part. 

Sophia Halter: I’m flattered but I don’t care about being introduced to anyone. Wouldn’t waste my breath if I were you, Aurora.

Sophia appears to be done with this conversation as she climbs through the ropes then hops down. Cautiously she begins to walk up the ramp towards the Master Sisters. Aurora smiles at this and whispers something to Moonlight, who nods and stands near the exit. 

Aurora Master: Now, now, Sophia, come on, I insist. You know I’m a kind soul and we’ve been friends, right? Right. So let me do this… for you. Okay? Okay! So, guys! This is Sophia Halter! And she’s… she’s great! Very violent, as you could see just now. A bit, a little bit, crazy, sure, maybe… maybe family problems, I don’t know. But great! It’s a pity she’s just a tiny bit jealous of me. Not jealous of my beauty, not of my money, not of my success, not even of intelligence. No, no, all of those things would be okay to be jealous about, but Sophia is jealous of something even more petty, even if she doesn’t admit it. Isn’t that right, Sophia?

Across Sophia’s face comes a large grin but she remains silent.

Carnival Master: What? Is she jealous of your bad temper?

Aurora Master:Dawn, you haven’t said anything in weeks and this is what you come up with? Just be quiet, this is Sophia’s moment!

Carnival simply shrugs. 

Just then a voice comes over the speaker system, but it isn’t Sophia’s. It is a rather familiar Mediterranean voice.

Voice: You’re right, this is Sophia’s moment…

Just then, Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano step out from the entrance tunnel. 

Kerry: Oh, what do these two want?!

Gaia backs Moonlight away from Sophia’s path of exit as she holds the microphone to her lips.

Gaia Galanos: You three are just trying to make friends everywhere, aren't you? Here you are, trying to bully someone around three-on-one again, and I can't say I'm surprised. Why don't you focus on one enemy at a time, though? Otherwise, you might find yourselves in some really hot water.

Night Train: That's good place for your goose to be cooked! I'm not allowed in kitchen *grumble* though.

Aurora Master: And what are YOU both doing here? Do you have to follow us everywhere with that… thing?

Aurora points at Night Train. 

Aurora Master: I have to deal with Dawn already, I don’t need more like her.

Carnival Master: OH MY GOD! It’s like the Attack of the Clones! That’s like, the worst movie of the bunch!

Aurora Master: YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN STAR WARS!

Carnival Master: I HAVE A GOOD IMAGINATION THOUGH!

Aurora Master: AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

Moonlight facepalms. 

Night Train: Me person, not thing! You need eyeglasses stapled to face? Hold on I be right back with stapler.

Carnival Master: No, it’s fine, she already does that every morning!

Aurora Master: I wear contact lenses is what you’re sayi… What are we even discussing right now?!

Meanwhile, Sophia walks past the Master Sisters and towards Gaia and Night Train. She drops the mic before stopping to say something to Gaia, gaining a nod from Galanos, then continues out. As Aurora raises the microphone to object to Sophia leaving.

Gaia Galanos: I don’t know, but discuss it amongst yourselves.

Gaia nudges her tag team partner, Night Train, and mutters something to her before the two members of Hunt By Night leave the Master Sisters standing on the entrance stage.

Aurora Master: HEY! Where are you inferiors going! I didn’t finish the introduction. How dare you leave while I’m talking to you, didn’t your mothers taught you some respect?!

Carnival Master: They left, Rory. 

Aurora Master: No fucking shit, Sherlock! 

Carnival Master: Wow, I think this is PG program-

Aurora Master: I don’t care! How dare those inferiors leave? Do they not know who I am? I am A-

We can see Aurora move her lips, but there’s no sound coming from the microphone. Aurora becomes visibly more angry as a result and attempts to break the microphone… to no avail. But she continues trying nonetheless, on the verge of tears. Just then the green haired Night Train pokes her head through the curtain.

Night Train: Found my red Swingline! Who needs a stap-

But then Gaia’s arm emerges and drags her back behind the curtain, the stapler flailing in the air and falling to the ground before Night Train vanishes to the back. Aurora is screaming in the direction of the entrance, still trying to break her microphone. Moonlight finally tires of the situation and, with a sigh, takes the microphone out of Aurora’s hands and breaks it, asking her “Fine?” to which she replies with a nod while drying her tears. Then, they leave the arena, but not before Aurora kicks the stapler angrily. The feed then cuts back to the announce table, where a livid Kerry Buckingham is seen shaking her fist indignantly.

Kerry: BULLIES! Bullies, bullies, BULLIES! Making the poor girl cry!

Baz: Come off it, Kerr. They 'ad it comin'! They was the ones wot was bein' bullies, innit? Them two just stood up to 'em!

A flustered Kerry seems poised to retort to this, but before she can, a theme song cuts her off. The next matchup of the night is about to get under way!

[UKWF]

Two Old Bastards v Dylan Fall & Stefan Novak

The team known as Two Old Bastards had not yet finished making their way to the ring when their opponents dropped down from the ring to engage them. A brawl ensued, in which the Two Old Bastards held their own against Fall and the massive Novak. The tide turned when Phil Jones, Dylan's manager, landed a low-blow on Curt Durrington, allowing his client to gain the advantage over him. Fall quickly powerslams Durrington onto the floor, then rolls him back into the ring.

Once inside the ring, Dylan poses to the crowd, who respond with a chorus of boos. He then turns around and hits the recovering Durrington with a knee drop to the head! The veteran wrestler drops to the mat once again, and Dylan promptly begins to punish him with vicious stomps. The referee comes over to admonish the young wrestler, but Dylan pays him little heed, continuing to stomp away until he is threatened with disqualification. Only then does he back away from Durrington, giving him the room to return to his feet...

...only to promptly grab him by the hair and toss him against the nearest ring post! He then barges in with a running corner clothesline...

...which Durrington reverses into a release German suplex!

The crowd cheer as the Old Bastard gains control of the matchup for the first time, and promptly capitalises on it. As Dylan gets to his feet, he promptly gets pulled into a belly-to-belly suplex! Durrington covers!

ONE!

TWO!

...Fall kicks out!

Undeterred, Curt pulls his opponent to his feet, hits a Northern Lights suplex, and bridges it into another pin!

ONE!

TWO!

...shoulder up by Dylan!

As Curt prepares to start over, on the outside, his partner, Chris Lee, continues to brawl with Stefan Novak. Being of similar builds, neither of the two men is particularly in control, and both continue to go blow-for-blow around the ring and, at one point, into the crowd. The fans are clearly enjoying the fist-fight, and begin pulling for Chris Lee as he gains a slight ascendant over the big Croat. Stefan soon evens the contest, however, and the brawl proceeds apace. 

It is not until the two are far into the crowd that Lee finally gains the advantage. Taking advantage of the fact that he and his opponent are close to the venue's wall, and that his back is to it, he moves quickly and manages to get behind Novak. Before the big Croat knows what hit him, he is being hurled at the wall, connecting nose-first! He reels back, and Chris Lee follows through with the second part of his plan, locking in a half-nelson choke! A moment later, the crowd are parting as a very large Croatian man lands on the floor amidst them, having been thrown over with the Iconplex!

Seizing his chance, Lee pelts it back to the ring! Phil Jones attemps to get in the way, but gets pushed down for his troubles, as The Icon hops up on the turnbuckle and holds his hand out just as his partner is delivering his signature trio of rolling German suplexes to the hapless Fall! 

Spotting his partner in position for a tag, Durrington chooses not to cover Dylan, instead walking over and slapping Lee's hand. As such, it is the big man who picks up the Young Prophet and brings him to his feet, promptly executing another half-nelson choke suplex, this time on Fall! The move throws Dylan into the waiting arms of Curt Durrington, who promptly slaps on the single-wing judo lock he calls the Daphne Deathlock! With Novak only just recovering from the suplex on the floor and too far from the ring to do anything, it does not take long until Dylan is tapping, ensuring Two Old Bastards get a big win on their debut!

Winners in 03:21: Two Old Bastards

[UKWF]

As Durrington and Lee are having their arm raised, both their opponents out cold, a pair of twin women comes rushing down the ramp, wielding steel chairs. Durrington and Lee are ready to fend them off, but just as they are preparing to fight the two newcomers, a third woman comes out of the crowd, also with a steel chair in hand, and slips into the ring behind the two men. 

Unaware that there is someone behind them, the Two Old Bastards are soon taken out by a stiff chair shot each, as the third woman joins the twins in the centre of the ring. She then requests a microphone and – as the crowd voices their displeasure – begins to talk:

Woman: Shut up and listen up. My name is Kelly Garrett. These two are Jessie and Jamie, the Alexander Sisters. Together, we are the Divas of Dominance. And soon, we're going to show that Dominance over UKWF. This was just the beginning. 

She gestures towards the two fallen men before concluding:

Woman: You've all been warned – you better be ready!

Then, signalling for her two friends to follow, she makes her way towards the backstage area again, leaving UKWF's EMT team to attend to Durrington and Lee, as well as Fall and Novak. 

Kerry: Well...I wasn't expecting them to show up here!

Baz: You know 'em?!

Kerry: I certainly do! Those are the Divas of Dominance! They used to be at Girl Power Wrestling...you know, my former company?

Baz: Yeah, well, they're lookers, but they oughter play fair, like!

Kerry: Pshaw! Playing fair is quite so overrated, Barry dear!

Before Baz can make an argument in favour of fairness in wrestling, another theme song starts up, indicating another match is about to get under way!

[UKWF]

Tamara Thomas v Kris Halich

The match starts with Tamara calling for a lock-up and getting shoulder-tackled for her troubles. Kris waits for her to get up, and shoulder tackles her again, as the crowd begin to boo. Then, as Tamara once again returns to her feet, he goes for the move a third time..

...but Tamara dodges!

Kris turns around straight into a spinning kick, which draws a cheer from the crowd in attendance! Halich falls against the ropes and Thomas leans in to grab him by the arm and whip him across! Halich clings onto the ropes on the other side, however, avoiding the dropkick from Tamara. The celebrity crashes and burns, and Halich steps into the middle of the ring, ready to resume offence.

He grabs Tamara by her long hair and delivers a European uppercut, backing her against the ropes. He then rushes in and connects with a running wheel kick, which sends Tamara over the ropes to the outside! After considering his options for a moment, Halich hurtles over the ropes himself, connecting with a crossbody to the outside which takes both competitors down!

The high impact move takes its toll on both competitors, neither of which so much as stirs for a long moment. As both begin to give signs of life, the crowd gets firmly behind Tamara, encouraging her to get back in the ring before her opponent can. Halich, however, has other ideas, and grabs Tamara's leg, causing her to trip and bang her chin against the ring apron! The crowd gives a groan as the celebrity-turned-wrestler goes back down, and it is Halich who finds himself with the advantage yet again.

'The Accident' wastes no time capitalising, and promptly rolls his opponent back into the ring. He then stumbles towards the ring steps, which he ascends before beginning to climb the ring post. He gets to the top turnbuckle, measures Tamara up, and goes for the front-flip leg drop he calls SmackShot...

...only for Thomas to roll out of the way!

The crowd roars as the celebrity pulls herself to her feet and raises an arm towards them. She then steps in to pull Halich to his feet and send him against the ropes with a snap suplex, a tremendous feat of strength considering their difference in size! She leans in again,but Halich fights back with punches to the stomach, causing her to reel back and release her grip on him. Kris takes advantage of this to pull himself back to his feet and take off with his Ace High running knee, but Tamara sidesteps and counters it into a reverse DDT! The crowd cheers as Halich drops to the mat and Tamara goes for the cover!

ONE! 

TWO!

–NO! Kickout by Halich!

After the kickout, however, Tamara is still in control, and quickly pulls herself to her feet before delivering a standing moonsault! Another cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Kickout again! 

Despite the setback, Tamara keeps a grin on her face as she returns to her feet. She signals for the crowd to 'watch this' and begins to climb the nearest turnbuckle. Once at the top, she waits for Halich to return to his feet and launches off with the Tap Dance dropkick, sending him right back down to the mat again! 

This time, however, Tamara chooses not to cover, instead standing beside Halich as he painstakingly pulls himself to his feet. When he does, Tamara is right there, waiting to hit the End Scene swinging neckbreaker! The move connects, and Tamara crawls over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...and Tamara Thomas debuts in UKWF with a hard-fought and impressive win!

WINNER in 04:45: Tamara Thomas

[UKWF]

A video package plays, showing the UKWF debut of the most kawaii duo in the company and their previous match. The highlights of the match play out, ending with replayed footage of the end, when their opponents left the match entirely. When the package comes to an end, PRD is already standing in the ring, both wearing an official PRD shirt emblazoned with their catchphrase. May, having watched the video, is not happy while June is smiling and appealing to the crowd.

May: As you just saw, our debut match in UKWF didn’t go as expected for us. June and I had a point to prove, that we wouldn’t stand for people belittling us or embarrassing us.  But we don’t feel as if we were successful in that regard, at least not towards our opponents.

June: We won the match...

May: But we can’t consider that a victory.

June: After the match, May and I were upset and annoyed because to us it seemed as if the match was in...inexclusive.

May: Inconclusive.

June: Right. That is how we felt after the match and for a good few hours after the fact. All the work, all the training and time...and to have it end in a hollow victory. It was most definitely not cute.

May: However, we got to thinking and we realized that there’s a different way of looking at things. If you’ll remember, we were about to win legitimately. One of them was down for the count, but had to be pulled out. The Best of British ran away from the Most Kawaii of Japan.

June: To us, that just proved our point all along.

May: The Best of British expected us to be easy pickings. They expected to come in, throw us down, and then see us in their twisted, gross fantasy, But what they didn’t expect was for the cuties to fight back.

June: We like to have fun, we like to entertain our fans, and we like to be happy, but we are not weak. We are not going to smile and take it when people openly insult us. And if Best of British got in over their heads, then their biggest mistake was thinking that just because we are Japanese girls that we must be submissive and over our heads.

May: So while it wasn’t the ideal way to end our debut match, we’ve come to accept it. We may not have won in the traditional way..but we DID win. And we hope that on our next outing, our opponents will do us the courtesy of not giving up!

June: Because giving up in the middle of a match does the unthinkable. It disappoints the fans! And we cannot ever disappoint the PRD Faithful! So, even if our opponents are not, we are PRD and we are here to stay!

Voice: Hold on just one moment!

The familiar British accent emanating from the ramp causes both May and June's heads to whip around, and the crowd to begin booing. The camera focuses on the same little girl from earlier, scowling and giving a thumbs down before holding up her 'WORST OF BRITISH' poster again, for the whole room to see.

Seemingly unaffected by this unfavourable reaction, Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III step out onto the platform, already clad in their ring gear for their upcoming match against Hunt by Night. Rupert, who leads the way and has a microphone in hand, gives the two joshi a disbelieving look as he once again speaks up:

Rupert Royston-Fellowes: Am I hearing this correctly? After Nigel and I did you two the courtesy of offering you the win in your debut match...as gentlemen that we are...you repay us by coming out here and slandering our good name?

Behind his partner, Nigel Kensington III shakes his head:

Nigel Kensington III: Shocking!

Rupert: Indeed, Nigel. It is absolutely shocking! And sadly, it leaves us with no option but to teach you two ladies a lesson.

Rupert pauses as his voice is overwhelmed by the crowd's deafening boos. He visibly tries to control himself as he continues:

Rupert: Now, this evening, our schedule is sadly taken up by two other ladies. However, we are not in any way engaged for the next UKWF event. I believe that would be as good a time as any to administer our little corrective exercise. What do you think, Nigel?

Rupert turns towards his partner expectantly, and Nigel does not disappoint:

Nigel: I wholeheartedly agree, Rupert.

A wicked smirk broaches the blond's lips as he once again brings the microphone to his lips:

Rupert: It is settled, then. See you in two weeks, ladies.

With this, the two British wrestlers hand their microphones to nearby stage hands and make their way into the ring, to await their scheduled opponents. As they enter, a heated staredown takes place between the two and May and June, fueled by some inaudible but visibly offensive words from Rupert Royston-Fellowed; after a moment, however, the two joshi choose to take the high road, and May pulls June away from the two men, indicating they should make their way to the back. The most kawaii of the two PRD members does not at all seem warm to this idea, but eventually yields to her partner's desires, following May out of the ring and towards the curtain at the far end of the room. Nigel and Rupert lean against the ropes as they watch them go, conferring between themselves as they smirk smugly.

Baz: Well, seems as tho' we 'ave a match f'r two weeks from now. Tho' I ent too sure 'em two lads knew what they was getting inter...

Kerry: Don't be silly, darling! Of course they know! And if you ask me, they're right! Those two ungrateful girls did have it coming!

Baz seems poised to retort to this, but before he can, Hunt by Night's music hits, drawing a cheer from the crowd and indicating the next match of the evening is about to get under way!

[UKWF]

Hunt By Night v Best of British

Before any of the actual match participants ente, the Masters Sisters come out. Aurora kicks Katherine Kensington out of the ring and takes her microphone. First, she announces Best of British. She isn’t exactly nice about it, but it is nothing compared to the insults Aurora throws Hunt By Night’s way as they enter.

As “Oblivion” by Grimes begins playing across the arena, the lights die down. Two dark figures emerge from the entrance tunnel to a mass of cheers as a bright spotlight shines down on only them, revealing Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano. As Galanos makes her way to the ring, clearly focused on the match that’s about to take place, Night Train skips around her, hyping up the crowd, encouraging everyone to get on their feet.

When they approach the ring, Gaia takes the ring steps while Night Train just climbs straight in via the ring apron. Galanos walks across the ring apron as Night Train positions herself behind her partner on the ropes and pulls herself up as Gaia archesher back on the apron and unleashes a roar while Night Train balances on the ropes with a leg hooked over the top rope and her arms in the air. The crowd is eating it up. Night Train hops down then Gaia steps through the ropes, shooting a glare at Aurora Masters. Galanos moves toward Aurora, but she promptly hops out of the ring and joins the other Master Sisters at ringside where they have more or less taken over the announcer’s table.

For a long moment, Gaia Galanos glares in the direction of the Masters before Night Train snaps her out of it by getting her attention. It seems as though Best of British already know who they want to start as Night Train informs Gaia that she’;; start to which Gaia is about to object, but nods and takes to the apron as Night Train moves toward the center of the ring with Best of British’s starting choice, Rupert Royston-Fellowes.

As they move in toward one another, the arrogant Royston-Fellowes takes a stance only to take a low kick to the leg from Night Train. He shakes it off and shoots in on Night Train, who sidesteps. Night Train goes for another kick, but Rupert catches her leg this time and drops her down with a low kick on the other leg. He drags her to the BoB corner and tags in Nigel Kensington III. The slightly larger of the two men drops an elbow across the Hunt by Night member and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kensington follows with a show of power, holding Night Train Ayano in the air for a Delayed Powerslam before eventually dropping her down. The Best of British do a great job of cutting the ring in half, exchanging quick tags and not allowing Night Train to get a tag or start any offense. The teamwork costs them after about a minute and a half of toying with Ayano, as Rupert Irish Whips her towards Nigel, who tries his signature Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, but Night Train uses the Tilt-a-Whirl as a perfect setup for an Armdrag! Royston-Fellowes is stunned by that, and gets quickly dropped with a Leg Lariat. Nigel gets a hold of Night Train’s leg, but she stuns him with an Enzuigiri and finally gets the tag on Gaia Galanos.

The Lioness charges in, hitting Kensington with a brutal Running Uppercut to a chorus of cheers. Nigel crashes into Rupert, who tags himself in, allowing his partner to roll outside of the ring as Rupert gets back in. He grabs Gaia and tries to Irish Whip her, but Galanos reverses and Royston-Fellowes ends up in the corner. A big Stinger Splash lands, then Gaia snapmares Rupert and hits a big kick across his shoulderblades.

The fans cheer as Gaia stands over Rupert, preparing for a big finish, when suddenly Aurora Master grabs her attention as she steps on the apron. The fans boo as Carnival sneaks up behind Gaia, looking prepared to hit the Masterplan...

...but Sophia Halter suddenly charges to the scene and pulled Aurora off the apron!!!

Madness breaks out as Moonlight Master joins in and tries to bring the numbers advantage back to the Masters Sisters. Galanos turns around and Carnival attempted the Masterplan, but Gaia pushes her away. Carnival charges again, but The Lioness sidesteps and throws her over the top rope to her sisters and Sophia. The ref is just looking at all the chaos as Gaia Irish Whips Rupert Royston-Fellowes over the top as well, then Night Train steps into the ring, only to perform a Suicide Dive, wiping out genuinely everyone standing at ringside!

The crowd goes crazy for that absolute madness, but quickly has to turn their attention to the ring, where Nigel has snuck up on Gaia and dropped her with an Axe Handle to the back of her head. He drags her up quickly and gets her in a Vertical Suplex position, but Galanos counters, gets behind him and drops him with the Charybdis Lariat! To a roar of the crowd she wills him on to get on one knee at least, and when he does, she nails him with The Seismos Strike and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Hunt By Night pick up a debut win!

WINNERS in 7:41 - Hunt By Night

[UKWF]

After having defeated the Best of British, Gaia Galanos’ walks over to the ropes and grabs a microphone from Katherine Kensington. Her eyes never leave Carnival who is finally getting back to her feet.

Gaia Galanos: I’m sick of this. Carnival, you and me at the next show. I’m going to teach you a lesson.

Aurora, who also had gotten to her feet, with a microphone in hand.

Aurora Master: We accept, Gaia, but it won’t be Dawn you will be taking on...

The matron sister of the Masters points behind Gaia. When The Lioness turns around, she finds herself facing the slightly taller Moonlight Master. Neither woman seems ready to back down as they stand there face-to-face. Meanwhile, on the outside, Aurora and Carnival have made their way to the entrance ramp where they begin walking toward the back.

Aurora Master: Let’s go, Moonlight.

With one last look at Galanos, Moonlight walks away and steps out of the ring as Night Train enters the ring and stands beside her tag team partner. On the outside, Sophia Halter glares down the ramp at the Master Sisters, clearly showing us this isn’t over between her and Aurora. Eventually, Hunt by Night leave as well, clearing the ring for the next match of the night...[/div]

[UKWF]

Blaise Fader v Hazel Overton

Blaise and Hazel circle the ring, looking for a lock-up. Suddenly, Hazel drops out of the ring and calls for a time out. Blaise shakes her head and gets out of the ring as well and follows her, but Hazel takes advantage. As Blaise reaches around the ring post to grab her opponent, Hazel grabs a hold of her arm and pulls her towards the post. Fader hits the steel post, shoulder first, and collapses to the floor in pain. Hazel rolls into the ring and tells the ref to start the count and he does, but the American youngster doesn’t get the win yet as Fader rolls into the ring as the ref reaches five.

Hazel wastes no time and stomps away on her opponent. She gets carried away with anger and the referee has to interfere in the situation and drag her away and tell her to obey the rules. Blaise uses that much needed breather to drag herself up using the ropes. Hazel sees her opponent on her feet again, so she pushes the ref aside and charges towards Blaise, but gets stopped with a Lou Thesz Press! Blaise gets up to cheers from the crowd and takes the driving wheel of this matchup, as she drags Overton up, Irish Whips her to the corner, hits a Corner Splash and then a Belly To Belly Suplex just as Hazel stumbles off the buckles and towards her. Fader covers, but gets only two.

Blaise sits her opponent up and slaps on a Headlock. Hazel tries to get up to a vertical base and after a few unsuccessful attempts, she indeed does. She slides out of the hold and gets behind Blaise and tries to lock in a Waistlock, but Fader’s go-behind prevents that as the larger of the two stars get a Waistlock on her own. She muscles Hazel up and delivers a huge German Suplex, right into a bridge. Ref counts two and Overton gets the shoulder up, but Blaise keeps the Waistlock on and deadlifts her opponent up to deliver another German Suplex. She finishes a trifecta of them and then covers again, but once again gets two.

Overton crawls to the corner and drags herself up. Blaise takes a few steps back and signals for the move she calls Exocet as she stomps her right foot to the ground. She charges towards her opponent, trying to hit the Running Big Boot, but Hazel ducks and dodges it, leaving Blaise with her foot stuck on the top rope. Overton takes advantage as she grabs Fader and hits a Backstabber. She then covers, but doesn’t hook the leg, which costs her as Blaise gets the foot up on the rope when the referee’s count hits two.

Hazel climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Blaise to get up to her feet. Overton takes it to the air and drops Fader back down again with a huge Missile Dropkick. She covers once again and gets two again. Blaise rolls out of the ring and Hazel goes to the top rope again. She tries to land a Crossbody to the outside… and Fader catches her! She drops her on the hard ring apron with a powerful Slam and rolls her into the ring. The referee checks on Hazel, who clutches her back, and Blaise tries to get back into the ring as well… but she gets pulled out again!

It’s Juliet Black who rushed to the ring from the crowd! She drags Fader out of the ring and smacks a chair over her head! The ref turns around to see Juliet brutalising her rival and immediately calls for the bell.

WINNER by DQ in 10:14 - Blaise Fader

Juliet rolls the bloodied and motionless Blaise into the ring, then enters between the ropes as well. Hazel looks distraught, hinting at the fact that this might have been a concerted effort between her and Juliet that neither expected to backfire.This impression is substantiated when Hazel immediately starts stomping away on Blaise...to no objection from Juliet, who shrugs it off and joins in on the party!!

The fans boo as the two lay their boots to Blaise...but then explode in cheers as “Roar” by Katy Perry hits the PA and Tamara Thomas comes charging into the ring! Hazel goes after her immediately, but gets laid out with End Scene! She rolls out of the ring and Tamara goes for Juliet. Black pushes her all the way to the corner and hits a corner Clothesline, then turns around… Lariat from Fader, turning Juliet inside out! Black rolls out of the ring as well and leaves the ringside area alongside Hazel.

Blaise, on the other hand, wipes the blood off of her face and goes to check on Tamara. The celebrity accepts the bigger woman's helping hand, pulls herself to her feet, and smiles at Blaise, holding out her hand for a handshake. Blaise does not hesitate to respond in kind, and the two women shake hands to a massive pop from the crowd. Tamara then holds up Blaise's arm in celebration, to another huge cheer, before the two leave the ringside area as well.

[UKWF]

Before the evening's scheduled Main Event is set to begin, viewers streaming the event at home are treated to a recap of the events leading up to this match. The ending of the UKWF Championship match at Genesis is shown, followed by Sterling Everett's attack on both Ursula Areano and champion Skylynn Reed, during the match the two were having. General Manager Johnny Ajax is then shown making a handicap match, before the final moments of that bout are replayed. The package then moves on to Ursula's challenge to Sterling at Declared Defiance, before ending on the moment when GM Johnny Ajax sets the match up as an Iron Man contest, with himself as special referee. A moment later, the feed returns to ringside, for what promises to be an edge-of-your-seat Main Event!

30-Minute Iron Man Match: Ursula Areano v Sterling Everett

The stream returns to ringside to show UKWF Champion Skylynn Reed sitting next to Barry Jones and adjusting a headset. Kerry Buckingham gives the youngster a glower, but Skylynn chooses to ignore her, instead addressing Baz directly as he asks:

Baz: How's you, luv?

Skylynn Red: I'm doing great, thanks.

Baz: So who you got f'r tonight, then?

Skylynn: shrugs:

Skylynn:: I don't much care, really. Whoever comes at me is going to get theirs. I'm just here to take notes on both of them.

Baz: Clever gel...!

As the announcer and the Champion banter, Katherine Kensington takes to the ring to explain the rules of this match:

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our main event, and it is an Iron Man bout with a 30-minute time limit! The contestant who achieves the most pinfalls within that time limit will be declared the winner, and become the Number One Contender to the UKWF Championship!

The crowd cheers for a moment, before Katherine proceeds:

Katherine Kensington: Please welcome, the special guest referee for this contest, UKWF General Manager, Johnny Ajax!

The cheers intensify as Ajax makes his way down to the ring in his referee stripes.

Baz: There 'e is! The gaffer!

Kerry: Ugh! I wish he would leave well enough alone! How unfair on poor Sterling!

Baz: Nah. 'E 'ad it comin', ter be 'onest. This way, there ent gunner be no funny business, like!

Kerry seems poised to reply, but before she can put a word in edgewise, Evanescence's "Weight of the World" is heard on the sound system. Ursula comes out from behind the curtain. When she gets to the ramp, she raises her arms, feeling the energy of the crowd. She walks down the length of the ramp, swinging both her hips and her arms.

Katherine Kensington: Making her way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, USA weighing 125 pounds, URSULAAA AREANOOO!!

She enters the ring and walks over to the ropes, standing on the bottom rope and bending over to smile at the fans in the first few rows. She then gets off the ropes and walks to one side of the ring and waits for the officials to start the match. 

Baz: Wha' d'yer make o' this gel, Champ? Impressive, ent she?

Skylynn:: Yeah, her and I had a good match. She's strong and has a lot of fight in her. But so do I...

Baz: No doubt! An' wha' 'bout 'er opponent? On a bit of a roll, that lad is, innee?

At this point, Kerry butts in:

Kerry: And he will continue it here tonight! And next week, when he faces that girl!

Skylynn:: ...do we have a crush, Kerry?

Kerry: Of course not, you silly girl! I just recognise Champion material when I see it!

Skylynn:: You mean like back at GPW, when you always backed the wrong person?!

This leaves the Brit without a viable reply, enabling Baz and Sky to continue talking about the Brum Bruiser. And as if on cue, right that moment, the guitar riff of "Live Like An Animal" kicks in as the lights flicker. Sterling Everett walks on the entrance stage, his barbed wired cricket bat in hand. He marches towards the ring to a chorus of boos from the fans. 

Katherine Kensington: And her opponent, from Birmingham, West Midlands, weighing 250 pounds...he is the 'Brum Bruiser'...STERLIIIING EVEREEEETT!!!

He places his bat by one of the corners of the ring and climbs into the ring. He takes of his tanktop and throws it down to ringside before moving to his corner. 

Kerry: Now THAT is a future Champion. This girl Uriel has no chance! NO. CHANCE.

Skylynn:: Her name's Ursula, Kerry.

Kerry: ...whatever her name is...she has no chance.

Skylynn:: We'll see about that.

That much, at least, is true, as just then the bell sounds for the start of the match!

Right away, the Brum Bruiser goes on offence. He hits Ursula with a spear, throwing her down, then follows it up with an elbow drop. He gets up and delivers another elbow drop! He gets to his feet again and picks Ursula up, throwing her over with an exploder suplex!

Kerry: That is what I was talking about! Sterling has a power, an intensity, that that other girl just cannot match!

As if to give credence to Kerry's words, Sterling picks Ursula up again and hits a spinebuster. He then pulls her back to her feet, only to bring her down again with a powerslam!

Kerry: He is like a cat toying with a mouse...

Sterling roars at the crowd, who give him a round of boos, before going to pick up Ursula again...

...only for the Queen of Lucha to fight back! A punch lands to Sterling's stomach! Then another! And another! The fans erupt as Areano begins to fight back!

Baz: Tha''s my gel! Get 'im! Get 'im!

And 'get him' Ursula does, as she eventually manages to land a hard enough punch to make Sterling reel. She does not hesitate, and promptly lands a dropkick, taking the big man down! She raises an arm to the crowd, who greets her with a cheer, then turns back around to face Sterling. She waits until he gets to his feet and promptly hits him with a flying forearm! She then gets on top of the Bruiser and begins delivering punches to his face, forcing Ajax to come over and tell her to stop! She promptly does so, rolling off the top of Sterling and taking a few steps back towards the ropes.

Baz: See? 'E's bein' fair!

Kerry: ...for now...

As Sterling rolls back to his feet, Ursula once again rushes toward him; this time, however, the Brum Bruiser is alert, and throws the Argentinian over with a huge back body drop! Ursula lands hard on the mat, and Sterling is on top of her again, bringing her to her feet roughly and hitting an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! He rolls through and waits for the Argentine to recover, before ramming into her with another huge spear! He drops down for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

---Ursula kicks out!

Baz: No' tha' time...

Skylynn:: Nope. Ursula is tougher than that. When I fought her, she kept coming back. And she's going to want to survive here tonight too. Sterling has a tough task ahead.

Sterling: Hardly all that tough...the girl is literally half his size!

Half his size she may be, but Ursula is nothing if not resilient. She kicks out of the pinfall attempt, then – when she is thrown against the post by Sterling – does just enough to avoid his splash as well! Instead, it is the Brum Bruiser who finds himself at the receiving end of a jumping neckbreaker!

Skylynn:: Good counter. See what I was talking about, Barry?

Baz: I'm seein' it, luv. I'm seein' it.

Having regained the advantage, Ursula attempts to bring the match to her own area of expertise. With Sterling still down, she pulls herself to her feet and runs towards the opposite turnbuckle, correctly judging that she will not have time to capitalise if she climbs the nearer ring post. Instead, she puts some distance between herself and Sterling, gaining a few seconds which prove crucial when The Brum Bruiser returns to his feet and gives chase, only to be met with a headscissors takedown! Ursula forward-rolls out of the move as Sterling is sent into the ropes! Then, seeing her opponent in perfect position, Ursula takes off with the Argentina Train, connecting with the double stomp to the back of Sterling and causing his body to bounce off the middle rope, where it is lying prone! The crowd gives the Queen of Lucha a rousing cheer as she pulls herself to her feet!

Skylynn:: See, there's that fighting spirit I was talking about. That's her main advantage against a bigger man like Sterling.

Kerry: Perhaps, but it won't be enough to overcome him!

At the moment, however, it does seem enough, as Ursula remains in control of the matchup. She picks Sterling up and dumps him over the ropes, before taking a few steps back. She signals to the crowd, who cheer, then vaults over the top rope with a suicide plancha...

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

Baz: Blimey! Tha''s got ter 'urt!

Kerry: See, that is what I mean about Sterling. He is intelligent. He would never do something daft like that and put himself at risk!

Skylynn:: ...I would...

Kerry: ...yes, dear, my point exactly.

This time, Kerry does get to drive her jab home, and the next few seconds of the streaming broadcast are very silent, at least on Skylynn's end. Meanwhile, at ringside, Sterling capitalises on his new-found upper hand by picking Ursula up and delivering a spinebuster on the floor! Ursula seems out cold as she goes down, while Sterling seems more alive than ever. He glowers at referee Johnny Ajax as he rolls back into the ring, but Ajax is not fazed by this, simply continuing the count!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Baz: I think she's done...

Skylynn:: Yeah, she seems out cold...

Kerry: Yay, Sterling!

Ursula is, indeed, still not moving as Ajax reaches EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

The bell rings, indicating a count-out fall for Sterling Everett!

1-0 at 07:50: Sterling Everett

Skylynn:: So, Sterling in the lead...but that wasn't too impressive.

Kerry: Whatever do you mean, 'not too impressive'?!

Skylynn:: Well, he just capitalised on Ursula's mistake...

Kerry: That's part and parcel of being a Champion! Tell me you never did that...!

Once again, the jab is driven home, and the table goes silent, as Sterling rolls out of the ring and brings Ursula back in. He then poses to the crowd, who once again shower him with boos, and picks the Argentine up. He whips the barely-conscious Ursula to the ropes and connects with a rolling elbow, sending her down to the mat. He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!! Last-minute kickout from Ursula!

Sterling is as incredulous as the crowd, and promptly gets on Ajax's case, accusing him of a slow count. The GM protests his innocence, but Sterling is having none of it, and continues to rage at him!

Baz: ...what's 'e on about?!

Kerry: What do you mean, what is he on about?! That was a blatant slow count!! The, erm, referee is clearly biased!

Baz: Was never a slow count!

Kerry: It was too! It is not my fault you chose not to see it!

The announcers' debate is cut short when Ursula, seeming to regain consciousness, profits from Sterling's momentary distraction to pull him down into a rollup! Ajax drops down and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

...ANGRY kickout from Sterling!!

Kerry: Oh, and a fast count now! I see how this is going to be!

Baz: Seemed like a reg'lar count ter me, tho'...

Skylynn:: Me, too. Both times.

Kerry: Oh, you are just incredibly biased!! Both of you!!

Sterling seems to agree with Kerry, and gets on Ajax's case again about it having been a fast count. Ajax continues to deny the Brum Bruiser's claims, until Sterling eventually relents, deeming it best to turn his attention back to the match.

Unfortunately, he does so just a moment too late – when he turns his back to Ajax and once again faces Ursula, she is on her feet and lunging at him with a leaping forearm! Sterling goes down, and Ursula covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--Kickout by Sterling!!

Kerry: HA! It's going to take more than that, darling!

Ursula seems aware of this, as right after the pin, she rolls off the top of Sterling again and prepares to capitalise on her momentum. She pulls him to his feet and delivers a German suplex, throwing him overhead! She rolls through and sees Sterling already rushing at her like a freight train! Rather than sidestep, however, Ursula wastes no time leaping over him and planting him with a float-over DDT! She rolls him onto his stomach and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Another kickout by the Brum Bruiser!

Kerry: Sterling really is showing what he is made of here...

Skylynn:: I thought you said Ursula would not be a threat...?

Kerry: Yes, well...soon enough, she will not be. Sterling is just lulling her into a false sense of security...!

Skylynn:: Or maybe she is better than you care to admit...

Kerry has no answer for this, and the three announcers once again turn their attention to the ring, where Ursula is patiently waiting for Sterling to get to his feet. Once he does, he finds himself at the receiving end of another jumping neckbreaker! A cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! Another last-minute kickout!

This time, Ursula allows her frustration to show on her face somewhat. Still, she does not lose concentration, as she tosses Sterling to the ropes, then rushes in as he bounces off. A moment later, she has a tilt-a-whirl guillotine choke applied on the Brum Bruiser!

Baz: She got 'im!

Kerry: Ha! It will not work! Sterling will power out of it!

Indeed, the Bruiser seems to be doing his best to use his size and weight advantage and power out of the hold. This proves easier said than done, however, as Ursula cinches the hold in tight. Ajax asks Sterling if he wants to submit, and is bombarded with less-than-appropriate language by way of a reply, all while the big man continues to grimace in the throes of the hold.

Baz: Got a mouth on 'im, that one, don' 'e?!

Kerry: Well, if that blasted man would only leave him alone a minute, perhaps his temper would not flare so!

Skylynn:: I think it may be the guillotine, more than Ajax...but that's just me, though...

Indeed, Areano's choke attempt seems to have Sterling in dire straits, but still the Brum Bruiser keeps fighting. Tapping into an extra reserve of strength, he somehow manages to stumble backwards, ramming Ursula back-first into the turnbuckle! The Argentine loosens the hold, but does not let go, so Sterling does it a second time, slamming Areano into the ring post!

Baz: Cor! I tell ya, girls, that don't feel too good!

Ursula's reaction seems to confirm this, as the Argentinian lets go of the hold and slumps to the mat. Sterling, however, is unable to immediately capitalise, as the hold left him in a bad state. He therefore takes a few moments to recover and once again get his bearings, stumbling to the ropes and leaning against them as he catches his breath.

It is not long, however, before he is once again stalking Ursula, who is just getting to her feet at the far end. Before she can even know what is going on, she is being thrown over with a Saito suplex! Sterling rolls through and waits for Ursula to return to her feet before bursting forward with a big lariat...

...that the Argentinian dodges! 

Hardly believing what has just transpired, Sterling turns around...directly into another dropkick from Ursula! The big man goes hurtling backwards towards the ropes, and Ursula is quick to capitalise with a running tornado DDT! Sterling goes down, and Ursula comes up with one arm held high in triumph!

Baz: Good 'un, that!

Kerry: You are easily impressed, darling...

Seeing her opponent is too close to the ropes to justify a cover, Ursula chooses instead to wait for Sterling to get up, a fist held back behind her head in anticipation. As the Bruiser comes to, he finds himself staring down the end of a Fist of Fury!

Ursula is just too slow to throw the punch, however, and Sterling dodges. Ursula turns around, but is powerless to avoid getting picked up by Sterling and dropped into an Extinction Agenda pumphandle neckbreaker! Sterling arrogantly covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NOOOO!!! Kickout by Ursula!!

Baz: Blimey! Last bloomin' second, tha' was!

Kerry: That's because it was another. Slow. COUNT.!

The announcer is not the only one seething; Sterling, too, seems hell-bent on proving Ajax is favouring Ursula with his counts. He once again gets in the UKWF General Manager's face, not hesitating to give him a piece of his mind. Ajax once again pleads his innocence, but this time, Sterling is having none of it. As Ajax tries to tell him he is being fair yet again, Sterling shoves him irritably. The crowd gasp as Ajax stares at the Brum Bruiser for a second, incredulous...

...then calls for the bell, signalling a disqualification fall in favour of Ursula!

1-1 at 16:40: Ursula Areano

Baz: Wo' 'e do tha' for?! Daft blighter! 'E's gone an' gave the lass a fall!

Kerry: Sometimes, darling, enough is enough. Sterling knows this will not affect him. He has plenty of time to turn it around!

Indeed, the Bruiser does not seem too concerned with having lost the fall, and instead seems to be debating whether or not to further attack the GM. In the end, he decides against it, deeming it more important to win the match rather than carry out petty vendettas. He therefore turns back towards Ursula...

...only to get rocked by another leaping forearm!

Baz: You 'ad it right, Champ! That gel just won't back down!

Kerry: Ugh! Why-won't-she-stay-down?!

Seeing her window of opportunity, Ursula quickly connects with a kick to Sterling's chest, further rocking him. The Bruiser hurtles towards the corner, and the Queen of Lucha does not hesitate – a handspring splash smashes Sterling against the corner!

Baz: Ooer! Sterling Sandwich!

Kerry: It is not funny!

Coming out of the splash, Ursula hops onto the turnbuckle and delivers the standard ten punches to Sterling, who is too dazed to fight back! She then whips him out of the corner towards the far turnbuckle, sending him chest-first against it! She promptly takes off and lands yet another Argentina Train, once again crunching Sterling against the turnbuckle!

Baz: She's come alive, that lass 'as!

Kerry: Not for long, darling. Trust me.

For now, however, it does seem as though Ursula has found her second wind. After the Argentina Train, she stands behind Sterling, waiting patiently for him to get to his feet and turn around. Third time's the charm, as they say, and this time, the Fist of Fury connects! Sterling goes down like a sack of bricks, and Ursula once again celebrates with the crowd!

Baz: She got 'im with that slugger!

With her opponent out cold, Ursula has all the time in the world to pull Sterling towards the centre of the ring, away from the safety of the ropes. As she does this, she measures the distance between herself and the nearest turnbuckle. She nods her head once and walks over to the corner ringpost, beginning to climb it. Her intention is clear, and the fans roar in anticipation! 

Baz: This could be it, girls!

Ursula takes a moment to cast a look around the Cr8 Lifestyle Centre from atop the turnbuckle, before taking off with the Death from Above shooting star legdrop...

...that connects with only the mat, as Sterling somehow rolls out of the way!!

Kerry: Yeeeeesssss!!!

Skylynn:: I have to give it to Sterling. He's refusing to go down just as much as Ursula here.

Kerry: Of course he is! He knows the opportunity he has here! He won't let it go to waste!

Right now, however, there is very little either competitor can do. Both Ursula and Sterling are down on the mat, worn out by both the impact of the moves performed, and the gruelling nature of the match itself! The crowd erupt into a chant of 'THIS IS AWESOME!' as both competitors writhe in the mat, trying their hardest to regain their bearings.

Skylynn:: Does anyone know how far along we are?

Baz: 'as to be twenty-odd minutes by now, don't it?!

Skylynn:: Explains why they're getting tired...

Baz: So it does. I'm tellin' you, luv, when you 'rassle f'r that long, an' you go hell f'r leather the way them two been doin'...it wears you down, so it does!

This certainly seems to be true for the two competitors, who take another long moment to crawl over to opposite sets of ropes, then painstakingly pull themselves to their feet. Sterling has a second or so advantage over Ursula, but both athletes appear too tired to immediately engage.

Eventually, the two stumble back towards the centre of the ring, and begin to explore openings. Sterling capitalises first, thinking quickly and picking Ursula up into a deadlift Bruiser Suplex! The Argentine lands hard on the mat, back first, and the Birmingham resident once again takes a moment to get his bearings. Only then does he push himself back to his feet and go to retrieve his opponent.

The groggy Ursula attempts to resist with punches to the stomach, but finds herself powerless to stop Sterling as he places her across the middle rope to deliver a rope-hung DDT! He then grabs her by the legs, wrapping them around his neck before sending her crashing forward in an inverted waterwheel slam! He crawls over, and Johnny Ajax drops to count the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!!! 

Baz: Still some fight left in that lass!

Skylynn:: Even you can't say that was a slow one, Kerry...

Kerry: ...fine. That one wasn't...

The irritation at being unable to score a fall is now showing on Sterling's face, as he glowers at Ajax, Ursula and the crowd, indiscriminately. Still, his focus continues to be on victory, as he picks Ursula up yet again and whips her towards the ropes. As the Argentinian bounces back, she gets floored with a huge Birmingham Bomber lariat, as Sterling drops into another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?

NO!!!!

Baz: BLIMEY!!

Kerry: Oh, come ON!!! That was a fall!!!

Skylynn:: That damn near was a fall...if Ursula ends up winning this, I'll have to be careful. She's even more resistant than I thought!

In spite of himself, Sterling once again finds himself being drawn into an argument with the special referee. This time, he manages to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to risk another disqualification, but he still makes a point of voicing his displeasure in no uncertain terms. Ajax, however, stands firm, insisting it was a 2.9, but a kickout nonetheless. Sterling is visibly unhappy about this, and gives fans in attendance and at home another demonstration of his colourful language, as he tells the General Manager exactly where he can stuff his count.

Baz: Lad shouldn't spend so much time jaw-jackin'...tha''s how you end up getting' rolled u--

Before Baz can even finish his sentence, Ursula demonstrates what can happen if you spend too long arguing, and pulls Sterling into a roll-up! Ajax drops down!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! The Bruiser reverses it into another rollup!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

--Ursula reverses it into ANOTHER rollup!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE???

NO!!!! Sterling has grabbed the nearby ropes!!!

Kerry: See?! See how smart he is?!

Skylynn:: Have to give it to you, Kerry...you had a point there.

As Kerry (presumably) gloats, it is Ursula's turn to express her disbelief. Ajax, however, points at where Sterling's hand is still on the ropes, and the Argentinian has no choice but to relent. She painstakingly clambers to her feet, takes a step or two to the side, then waits for Sterling to get up. When he does, she lunges in again and delivers the Argentine cutter she calls Tempest Turn!!

Baz: She got 'im!!!

Kerry: NOOOO!!!

Ajax drops for the count!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE???

NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES FROM STERLING EVERETT!!

Kerry: ...Phew...

Skylynn:: That was her own fault. Why didn't she pull him away from the ropes? She would have won then!

Baz: Luv..,if it was you in 'ere...would you be thinkin' at this point?

Skylynn:: ...good point.

The crowd goes absolutely bananas as an incredulous Ursula Areano kicks herself for her stupidity. A chant of 'FIGHT FOREVER' erupts from a section of the Cr8 Lifestyle Centre, and Ursula spends a moment trying to locate the source of the sound. Eventually, she spots the cluster of fans who are singing and points at them, drawing a reaction. Then, seeing Sterling is beginning to stir, she once again prepares to engage him.

The Brum Bruiser has barely finished pulling himself to his feet, with the help of the ropes, before Ursula is on him again. She throws him over with a German Suplex, then attempts to scramble to her feet quickly. She is lucky that Sterling is as groggy as she is, and equally as slow getting to his feet. As such, when he rushes at Ursula as fast as his tired legs will allow, she is able to telegraph it, and land a kick to his stomach! Sterling doubles over, and Ursula connects with another float-over DDT!

Baz: She 'as to cover 'ere!

Skylynn:: I think she has other ideas...

Indeed, Ursula is looking towards the turnbuckle, as if considering giving her finisher a second try. The crowd egg her on with another massive cheer as she stumbles towards the turnbuckle and begins to ascend...then groan as she slips off....then cheer again as she steels her resolve and once again begins to climb. She takes a moment to look around the Cr8 Lifestyle Centre, now fully in support of her, before taking off with Death from Above once again...

...but nobody home, as Sterling just about manages to move!!

Baz: WHA'?! 'E MOVED AGAIN!!!

Kerry: That's Sterling for you! Your future Champion!

Still, even though he has managed to move out of the way, Sterling is by no means recovered. Instead, having dodged Ursula's most lethal move for the second time in the match, he takes a long moment to just lie on the mat, catching his breath. Only then does he roll over onto his stomach, and painstakingly crawl over for the cover. Ajax counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!!

Kerry: HOW?!?!

Baz: Took too long. She got 'erself together enough ter kick out!

Sterling seems to realise this too, or perhaps he is just too tired to argue, because this time, there is no jaw-jacking with Ajax. Instead, the Brum Bruiser just crawls to the nearby ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Ursula, on the other hand, is still dazed and confused as Sterling picks her up and wraps one of her arms around his neck.

Baz: Oh dear...

The wear and tear of the match seems to have taken its toll on the Brum Bruiser, however, as he is initially unable to lift Ursula. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then tries again. This time, he is successful, and manages to land the Bruise Cruise! 

Kerry: That's it! That's it! That-is-IT!

Ajax drops down as Sterling crawls over for the cover!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

---AND THE BELL SOUNDS!!! THE TIME LIMIT HAS BEEN REACHED!!!

2-1 at 29:50: Sterling Everett

Kerry: YES! YES! YES! YES!

The crowd groan in dismay as Katherine Kensington makes the announcement:

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...and NEW Number One Contender to the UKWF Championship...STERLING! EVERETT!!

Kerry: I knew it! I always knew he could do it!

Baz: Tell yez what, tho'...'ell of a fight! I was dead impressed with both of 'em!

Skylynn:: Yeah, they both put up a good fight...but now I know who I have to worry about!

Indeed, as soon as he is able to get to his feet, Sterling is on the ropes staring down Skylynn:. The UKWF Champion does not back down from the challenge, instead rising from her seat to return the glare. A moment's intense staredown follows, before the Brum Bruiser regains the centre of the ring...

[UKWF]

The match is over already, but Sterling Everett wastes no time on offense. He grabs his signature barbed wired cricket bat and smacks it over the head of Ursula! Blood starts pouring down her face immediately as she collapses to the canvas, and Everett adds insult to injury as he rubs the barbed wire across her face. She screams in pain as the crowd boos loudly. Everett brings her up and Irish Whips her into the corner. He takes a few steps back and points at her with the bat... but suddenly the crowd erupts in cheers as a casually dressed young man slides into the ring and stands right in the middle! It's Sylar Drake! Everett's former tag team partner, not seen in the ring for at least a year and a half!

Sylar calms Everett down and tells him to put the bat aside. He then approaches the bloodied Ursula, who is now seated in the corner. He reaches into his pocket and gives her a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face. She does so, but then looks at the bloodied piece of cloth.

It's not a handkerchief. It's FEAR's mask.

Drake grins and quickly drags Ursula up, only to drop her with an Ace Crusher. The crowd erupts in thunderous boos as Ursula rolls out of the ring and Sylar Drake and Sterling Everett stand tall in the centre of the ring. Fear and Loathing in the UK are back together as our stream slowly fades.