UKWF Singles Going Steady RESULTS!

[UKWF]

At the usual time on a Sunday night, streaming viewers on the UKWF website are met with a different theme song than usual. Perhaps revealing the inspiration for the event name, the song chosen this time around is The Buzzcocks' 'Oh Shit', replacing the usual 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' by The Rezillos. Similarly, the opening montage has been altered to fit in better with the pace of the song, though it still succeeds in its intent to highlight the company's stars – this time, with understandable focus on their singles competitors. It all culminates, as usual, in a title card sporting the name of the event:

UKWF SINGLES GOING STEADY

From there, the feed cuts to the inside of a more than well-composed O2 Academy. The camera does its usual pan across the fans in attendance, keeping a look out for interesting or quirky signs – which it does, as ever, manage to stop.

ARTY'S GONNA KILL YOU

REACH FOR THE SKY

ALWAYS BET ON BLACK

#SHIFTINTOTURBO

A moment later, it abruptly stops its dizzying course, focusing on the announce table, where the usual duo is at hand to greet viewers.

Barry Jones: 'Allo folks! Welcome ter UKWF Singles Goin' Steady! I'm Barry Jones, an' I get the joke!

Kerry Buckingham: I'm Kerry Buckingham, and I don't...

Baz: Well, it's from th' Buzzcocks, see? They was this punk band wot were 'round in the '70s an' they 'ave an' album called...

Kerry: ...wait, they were called the whats?!

Baz: Th' Buzzcocks!

Kerry: Oh, dear.

The camera catches the blonde's Picard-style facepalm as her colleague tries, none too subtly, to change the subject:

Baz: So...excited for tonight, then?

Kerry: Oh, I am, dear. Believe you me!

Baz: So'm I! I 'eard this lass what's comin' in to face our Champion is bloomin' mental in the ring! Can't wait ter see it!

Kerry: Oh, her?! She is extremely overhyped, darling! She has nothing to do with me being excited whatsoever!

Baz: Then what 'as?

Kerry: ...you'll see, dear. You'll see,

Baz looks puzzled for a second, but eventually decides to shrug his colleague's cryptic remarks off, instead turning back to the camera:

Baz: An' that's not all we 'ave in store f'r you tonight, folks! Some of our best people are gunner be out there, showin' why UKWF is th' fastest growin' promotion in Britain!

Kerry: ...and only about to get larger...

Despite being muttered in a low tone, this remark does not go unnoticed by Baz, who once again turns to Kerry:

Baz: D'you know summat I don't?!

Kerry: I know a lot of things you don't, darling...

Baz looks set to say something for a moment, but before he can further question his colleague and her mysterious comments, a theme song starts up, indicating the first match of the evening is about to begin!

[UKWF]

MJ Bell v Juliet Black

Juliet Black comes out first, and the crowd makes sure she knows their hatred for her aside from the men in the crowd who are cat-calling at her. Black raises her middle fingers for all in the crowd to see as she jaw-jacks at them before entering the ring where she awaits her opponent. 

When MJ Bell’s music hits; however, it is the completely opposite reaction. The fans roars in approval as she makes her way down to the ring in that energetic manner fans have become so accustomed to with the well-known wrestler. When she enters the ring, though, Juliet Black immediately attacks, not affording MJ the time to even get to her feet. Despite the jeers from the crowd, the referee allows the match to start as Juliet continues putting the boots to her opponent.

Black tears Bell to her feet and backs her up into the corner with a series of twisted forearms until she is completely backed up into the turnbuckle then she begins to mix in sick chops followed by repeated headbutts until MJ is beaten down to a seated position. The referee makes a 4 count before Juliet finally backs off. She backs up enough to pick up steam before rushing toward MJ who has pulled herself to her feet with assistance from the turnbuckle.

When Juliet goes for a corner splash, she meets only MJ’s double-knees as she counters. Bell pulls herself into a springboard off the ropes and connecting with a Hurricanrana which snaps Black across the ring, putting space between her and Bell. However, Black is almost immediately back to her feet, but that doesn’t seem to bother MJ much at all as she catches Juliet with a beautiful deep armdrag then a second one when Juliet tries rushing her again.

When Black gets up again, she doesn’t rush her opponent this time, clearly having learned her lesson as she sits back in the turnbuckle with an irritated expression on her face. Meanwhile, the crowd is already chanting MJ’s name. Black shouts for them to shut up, but they only get louder as MJ moves toward the center of the ring, challenging Black to bring it on with a smirk on her face. Juliet moves to the center of the ring as she offers up a grapple to which MJ obliges, but Black catches her with a kick to the gut instead before spitting her gum into Bell’s face, garnering hate from the crowd. She pays them no mind though as she snaps Bell over with a snap suplex then floats over into the pin, but only gets a two before MJ kicks out.

Black drags MJ to her feet with her arm and twists her arm. She pulls down harshly on the arm then elbows it then wrings it more. Suddenly, MJ displays her agility as she handsprings out of the arm-wrench and tosses Black over on her back with the momentum. Juliet returns to her feet immediately just in time to meet MJ’s feet thanks to a springboard variation of her Fire Rain Dropkick!

Not to lose her steam, MJ pops back up to her feet, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a Guillotine Leg Drop before floating into the pin only to get a two-count and it was close! So close that MJ made sure the referee was sure it was, in fact, only two. She nods then goes to measuring up her opponent, likely looking to put an end to this.

She charges at Juliet Black as she’s partially up, looking for her version of the Shining Wizard! Nobody home! Black drops back down to the mat to avoid the devastating kick! MJ is quick to get back to her feet, but as she turns around, Black is right there to catch her with a rake to the eyes, garnering hatred from the crowd and the referee’s warning, but she doesn’t care very much at all.

Juliet suddenly shows off her quickness as she rolls MJ into a cross armbar! MJ yells out in pain as Black pulls back as hard as she can. Juliet sits up so she can go to jar back the hold as hard as possible, but meets a roundhouse kick for her troubles! The flexibility catches the crowd off-guard as Black releases the hold. As MJ pushes herself to her feet, favoring her arm. Juliet immediately goes after the arm, seeing that MJ is favoring it, but she’s perhaps a bit overzealous when she eats another roundhouse to the side of the head, dropping her like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately, MJ cannot follow up with a pinfall attempt because she’s trying to get feeling back into her arm as she drops to a sitting position from the impact of the kick.

When MJ finally can get over to Juliet, she’s too late as Juliet rolls out of the ring. While Black is busy trying to shake the cobwebs out from that roundhouse kick, MJ takes it upon herself to continue the assault as she runs and leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive! She connects, but her hurt arm also connects with the barricade! While her arm is in pain, she helps Black to her feet and rolls her into the ring and rolls in behind her and goes directly for the pin, but Black kicks out at the very last possible second! The crowd is in a frenzy as they believe it should have been three. MJ holds her arm and checks with the referee hardly believing that Juliet kicked out.

She doesn’t linger on it too long after the referee confirms that the match continues as she gets to her feet and goes to the apron where she waits for Juliet to stumble to her feet. As MJ springboards up onto the top rope, Juliet pulls the referee in the way! MJ leaps and somehow, in an amazing feat of athleticism, flips clear over the referee and drops into a rolling landing! As MJ pops up and turns toward her opponent, Juliet kicks her in the groin before the referee has time to turn around! That’s when Juliet wrenches the arm and spins MJ into Fade To Black!

For minutes upon minutes, MJ is locked in the Crossface Chickenwing, but refuses to tap. Unfortunately, after those long minutes she begins fading, and another moment or two later, the referee checks on her and lets her arm fall three times before calling a stop to the match. For a long moment, Juliet refuses to release the hold as if she’s punishing MJ for the hell she had to go through for the victory. When the referee counts to 4, she finally releases it under threat of getting the decision reversed.

WINNER in 13:34: Juliet Black!

[UKWF]

"Kiss My Eyes" Prelude to 12/21 - AFI drums up on the PA causing the crowd to cheer! Sophia Halter, mic in hand, emerges from the back with a slight look of irritation. She is quick to make it down to the ring and climb through the ropes to the middle. Lifting the mic to her lips, her hand motions across her neck to signal ‘cut it off’ to the music, before speaking…

Sophia Halter: What a reaction…

She softly begins.

Sophia Halter: Hunt by Night is what I am apart of but lately it has been all about Gaia and Night train… Understandable I suppose considering they’ve been in UKWF longer… However, I am here to do one thing and one thing only: wrestle! Lately I haven’t been given the chance… My time here has always been limited and since I can’t trust them to book me, I must take matters into my own hands!

Sophia paces around in a mini-circle, stops then points towards the entrance.

Sophia Halter: I am opening a challenge to anyone who thinks they can take me on in the ring for next show!

Suddenly “Weight Of The World” blast out of the speaks as the crowd begins to cheer. Ursula appears behind the curtain and approaches the ring, eyeing Sophia before sliding under the bottom rope with a mic in her hand.

Ursula Areano: Well, I am sure a lot of people didn't expect me to come out here. But when I heard “open challenge”. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head. One? Since my whole life, I loved a challenge. No matter what is was I would accept it. Two? Could Sophia be a serious threat UKWF, if she was given the shot?

Ursula begin to smile, while pacing in the ring. But only slightly. Sophia eyes Ursula with a tilt of her head.

Ursula Areano: This brings us to this moment. The moment Sophia and Ursula in the same ring, and to be honest I am digging this aura right now. So, Sophia? If you want a challenge I will give you.

The crowd begin to scream with approval, as they wait to hear Sophia answer. Sophia ignores the cheering as she raises the mic to her lips again.

Sophia Halter: I expect nothing less than a challenge inside the ring now... I’ll see you next show, Ursula.

She gives a curt nod, with a giddy smile, then raises her hand over for Ursula to shake.

Ursula Areano: You’re..on!

Ursula extends her hand, without a second thought. As she stares into the eyes of Sophia as they shake hands.

[UKWF]

Tyson Turbo v Kelly Garrett

As soon as the bell rings, Garrett does not waste any time going on offence. Tyson tries to make himself ready, but just a moment too late, as Garrett surprises him with a headbutt. This staggers him just enough for her to scoop him up into a powerslam. Tyson hits the mat hard, and Garrett preens, much to the crowd's displeasure.

Soon, however, she is focusing her attention back on her opponent. She brings Turbo to his feet and hits him with another headbutt, which she transitions into a dropkick. Turbo goes reeling back, and gets caught with a neckbreaker from Garrett! She covers!

ONE!

TW—Kickout from Turbo!!

Though seemingly slightly miffed, Garrett chooses to shrug off the disappointment, knowing she still has time enough to wear down her opponent. She then proceeds to attempt exactly that, bringing Turbo halfway up and setting him up for a regal stretch. Turbo, however, senses he is in trouble, and throws an elbow into Garrett's nose, throwing her off just enough for him to be able to roll to a less unfavourable position.

He barely has time to scramble halfway to his feet, however, before Garrett catches him again. This time, the powerlifter catches him near the ropes and attempts to lock in a full nelson hold. Once again, Turbo reacts quickly, elbowing her in the sternum, then quickly spinning around and sending her reeling with a dropkick! The crowd comes alive as Turbo sees his opening and hypes himself – and the fans – up. The man known in London as 'Short Arse' stamps his foot on the mat several times before running in with a forearm smash...

...only for Garrett to gauge his eyes, regaining the momentum! Turbo goes reeling, clutching his eyes, as the referee gives Garrett a warning. She shrugs him off, however, and instead runs in with a dropkick of her own. Turbo goes down, and she prepares to continue her offensive momentum, but the referee is not quite done yet. He once again lectures Garrett about the gouge to the eye, leading the powerlifter to become increasingly upset. Still, she knows retaining her offensive swing in the match is more important than arguing with the referee, and therefore shrugs the whole matter off, turning around once again to face Turbo...

...just in time to get caught with a hurricanrana! She gave Turbo too much time to recover, and her opponent makes her pay by sending her sprawling across the mat! The crowd comes alive as Turbo safety-rolls to his feet and thumps his chest! 

Knowing he has no time to waste, however, the diminutive superstar is soon back on offence again. He spots Garrett getting to her knees from the hurricanrana, runs in, leaps into the air and drops an elbow on the back of her head! Garrett goes down, and Turbo covers!

ONE!

TW—Strong kickout from Garrett!

Turbo cannot hide the disappointment in his face as his opponent kicks out, but chooses to stay focused and not let that distract him from his goal. He leans in, brings Garrett to her feet, and goes to set her up for a rolling German suplex...only for Garrett to land repeated punches to his stomach, throwing him off! Turbo goes off-balance again, and Garrett quickly capitalises, landing a side slam! The move connects, and Garrett covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---Turbo kicks out!!

This time, Garrett does allow herself a groan of frustration. Seeking to end it once and for all, she picks Turbo up, drapes him over her shoulder and takes off on a running powerslam...

...but Turbo manages to slip out before the move can connect! Realising what happened, Garrett turns around quickly...

...and gets smashed with a forearm shot! She goes reeling back, and Tyson hits another! Then another! The crowd cheer along with each one, then do a 'WHOOOOOA' crescendo as Garrett goes down and Turbo jumps into another elbow drop! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--Garrett kicks out!

Turbo rolls through to his feet, and takes a moment to appreciate the chants of 'LET'S GO SHORT ARSE!' emanating from the fans in attendance. Buoyed by these, he picks Kelly up, whips her to the corner, and runs in with a big splash...

...only for Garrett to gouge his eyes again! This time, obstructed by Turbo's body, the referee sees nothing, and Garrett is therefore able to calmly walk out of the corner and pick Tyson up for the torture rack...

...only for the smaller wrestler to think quickly and punch her in the face before the hold is locked in fully, causing her to stagger and break her grip just long enough for Tyson to break free! Not wanting to risk anything fancy this time, he drops down and rolls Garrett into a small package! The referee counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And 'Short Arse''s undefeated run continues!

WINNER in 07:33: Tyson Turbo

[UKWF]

The fans are still cheering for the increasingly well-liked Tyson Turbo when the feed cuts to the outside of the arena to find a hidden camera filming two athletes who, despite not being on the card, were apparently told to come to Islington this evening. Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III lean against a high-end sports car, rolling cigarettes as they check the semi-empty street impatiently.

Rupert Royston-Fellowes: ...where is she...?

The blond grumbles as he whips a lighter out of his pockets and lights his and his partner's cigarettes. His moodiness subsides somewhat as he takes the first drag of tobacco, at almost the same time as a gaggle of giggly young women in tight dresses and impossible heels stumbles by, holding onto one another for leverage. Rupert seems poised to engage them, but is stopped by a hand on his arm from his partner. He looks at Nigel, gesturing pleadingly, but the brown-haired half of the duo shakes his head. After another moment's insistence, Rupert begrudgingly returns to his place, leaning against the car beside his partner.

Rupert: You are a bore, Nigel, do you know that?!

Nigel, however, is not swayed by his best friend's sulky assessment of his personality, instead taking a calm drag on his cigarette as he once again scans the surrounding area. This time, he does see something, as he tugs on his partner's sleeve and points to a point somewhere in the vicinity. Rupert starts to attention, looking in the same direction as he grumbles:

Rupert: About time she got here...

With this, the two youths disappear off-frame, presumably heading towards whoever they are meeting. The cameraman hesitates for a second, then leans around the corner just long enough to ascertain that the two have gone to meet with two slender, well-dressed women, seen stepping out of a coupe sports car. Just then, however, Rupert Royston-Fellowes turns to face the camera, leaning slightly forward, seemingly trying to ascertain whether what his eyes are telling him is true. By the time he begins to head back towards the spot where the cameraman is hidden, the latter correctly feels it is time to flee, and stops only to switch off the camera as he beats a hasty retreat. After a moment's blackness, the feed returns to ringside, for the next match of the evening!

[UKWF]

Jack Rose v Hazel Overton

The match begins with a feeling-out period from both athletes. After circling for a few moments, Jack Rose calls for a tie-up, and Overton seems to accept, stepping forward...

...only to kick the hometown hero, doubling him over! The boos immediately begin to rain down as she nails a sit out facebuster on Rose! She forgoes covering the Londoner to have a little preen and a prance around the ring. Then, her gloating out of the way, she turns around to once again focus on Rose.

The Englishman is, at this point, just recovering from the facebuster, but still groggy enough to offer no resistance as Hazel dropkicks him. Rose goes staggering back, and Hazel runs in, looking for the Hazel Painting superkick!

Rose, however, is still sufficiently aware to be able to regain his balance just in the nick of time, and spins out of the way of Hazel's deadly blow. As Overton connects with only air, Rose pops up behind her and throws her over with a suplex!

The fans cheer as their countryman finally manages to get into the match, but Rose knows the importance of not losing focus. Therefore, he does his best to shut out the cheers of the crowd as he walks over, kneels down behind Overton, and locks her in an abdominal stretch!

Caught unaware, the older of the Overton sisters does not, at first, react, the camera simply catching her expression of pain as Rose stretches her; after a moment, however, she comes to life, and throws an elbow to the side of Rose's head. Jack whitstands it, but Hazel throws another, which has a little more effect. A third rocks Jack enough that Overton is able to rise to a vertical position; Rose, however, is still able to think on his feet, and goes to lock in the move again, but Hazel is quicker; spinning around quickly, she nails Rose with a spinning wheel kick, sending him down to the mat!

Unfortunately, Rose's short yet effective offensive sequence has left her somewhat stunned, and rather than capitalise, Hazel takes a moment to regain her bearings. Trusting her opponent is still down, she takes her time bringing herself up with the help of the ropes and collecting herself in the corner, before turning back around to face what she thinks will be a prone Rose...

...but turns out to be an almost fully recovered and alert one, standing on his own and waiting for her! Startled, Hazel reacts instinctively, lunging forward looking for her swinging neckbreaker, In A Haze, only to get caught in Rose's own tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! As she hits the mat with a thud, the Londoner stands up and looks around at the fans, as if asking them a question. The subsequent roar is all the answer he needs, and he promptly turns Hazel over. The Overton sister puts up a feeble reaction, but being dazed, is unable to prevent Rose from grabbing hold of her legs and draping them over his shoulders. With the Everest Cataclysm locked in, Rose crouches onto a seated position, and the rest is a formality; within moments, Hazel Overton is tapping out, allowing Rose to snatch his second victory in as many matches!

WINNER by submission in 4:03: Jack Rose

As his theme song plays, and after allowing the referee to raise his arm, Jack gets up on the turnbuckle, pointing upwards. The crowd roars in anticipation of the hometown boy's traditional celebration, but before Jack can dive onto the adoring fans, a second theme song replaces his own in the arena's PA system...

[UKWF]

'Confident' by Demi Lovato hits over the public address system as the fans let out loud boos. The cameras pan to the curtain and out from the back, wearing her finest pink dress silver high heels, and a silver crown on her head, is none other than the Queen B, Bianca Davis. She does her trademark pageant wave as she struts arrogantly down to the ring mocking the fans. She climbs up the steel steps demanding the ref lower the ropes for her which he does, as she enters the ring she does her trademark pose in the center of the ring before her trademark pageant wave, before snatching the mic from a stage hand.

Bianca Davis: Ugh those boos are so not needed, like why are you booing me? You came to see me and after last week you should be grateful I stayed with this company. Because you had the gaul, one of you fatties out there, to spill your drink on me, ugh I had to get totally new ring gear because of that!

Bianca rolled her eyes as the boos continued.

Bianca Davis: Like, you people are so pathetic, my ring gear cost more than your houses! Oh sorry flats or whatever you call them. I date a British man and none of you even come close! But this country finally has a real queen, a queen that you can proudly worship so come on all of you bow and I might stay for the night...

Suddenly, the Queen B is interrupted by none other than Jack Rose himself, who has heard enough and requested to borrow Katherine Kensington's microphone to address Bianca. The ring announcer gladly complies, and Rose takes a moment to steady his ragged breath before bringing the microphone to his lips.

Jack Rose: Forgive me, Bianca, but I have to interject here. I need to speak for these fans here. Why do they owe you anything after the way you speak about them? The way you slander this country, and more importantly the way you walked out in the middle of a match last week? They paid good money to see great BRITISH, and American, wrestlers in this very ring. And for you to just waltz right out of here like that is, quite frankly, an insult. Now hopefully I did enough to ensure they got their money's worth..

The crowd pop. Bianca just looks at her nails, unimpressed.

Jack Rose: But at the end of the day, they were expecting to see me and you in the ring together. Just like we are...right now. So maybe we should give them what they want? I mean, technically you lost, and technically I won, but everyone here knows there's still a score to be settled. I already beat one American tonight, I don't mind making it two.

Bianca rolls her eyes before smirking as she place the microphone up to her prefectly glossed lips.

Bianca Davis: No, an insult was being in the same match with you and that freak Wallace. THAT'S an insult. Look at me, I am pristine, pretty, and popular and look at you, you look like you just came out of the factory, ew!

A chorus of boos rang out across the arena. Jack ushered for them to calm down, with a raised hand and a smirk.

Jack Rose: Popular, eh? Doesn't sound that way to me, Barbie. If you're as good as you say you are you wont have any trouble beating me then, will you? So let's settle this, let's give the fans what they want.

Bianca Davis: You don't belong in the same ring as me. In fact, you don't even deserve to look at me!

Bianca smirked moving closer not knowing she was holding a can of hair spray behind her. Jack dropped his microphone, ready to fight, but Bianca quickly moved spraying him in the face and eyes. The fans booed loudly in protest, as Bianca laughed hysterically. Jack fell to his knees clutching his face, as she looked down at him before standing in the corner and moving to hit the Coronation, her foot hitting him hard in the face. As she stood up she smirked raising her hands up in the air in victory, as 'Confident' hit as she dropped her hair spray back in her hand bag. Medics run to the ring to check on Jack Rose as Bianca exits the ring and walks back up the entrance ramp with a very satisfied look on her face.

[UKWF]

Bianca Davis v Ursula Areano

One swift wardrobe change later – revealing she had her wrestling gear underneath her dress the whole time – Bianca is ready to start her own scheduled match against Ursula. A moment later, the crowd inside the O2 Academy explode, as the fan-favourite Argentinian bursts through the curtain! The only one who does not seem impressed is Bianca, who rolls her eyes and huffs in derision.

Once the match starts, however, it is a different story. Ursula slides into the ring with a vengeance, seeking to avenge comments made about her by her opponent...but Bianca is having none of it. As the Argentinian is sliding in on one side of the ring, the 'Queen B' slides out at the opposite end. This behaviour angers Ursula, who approaches the ropes and begins yelling at Bianca to get back inside. 

The 'Queen B', however, simply laughs at the other Queen, the 'Queen of Lucha', and shows no intention of getting back inside the ring. This, of course, incurs her the wrath of the fans, who begin chanting 'YOU'RE A COWARD!' This angers Bianca, who turns to the stands and makes it known, in no uncertain terms, that she is going 'nowhere near that sea hag!'

Eventually, however, the blonde is forced to at least approach the ring, as the referee's count reaches a dangerously close 'NINE!' Begrudgingly, and still rolling her eyes, Bianca gets into the ring...

...only to be immediately accosted by a furious Ursula! The Argentinian brings the Queen B to her feet and throws her over with a suplex! She rolls through to her feet, waits for Bianca to do the same, and runs at her, leaping into a flying forearm! She gets back to her feet, goes to pick Bianca up again...but the Queen B rakes her eyes!

The fans boo as Ursula drops her opponent and claws at her face, in pain. The referee, however, has missed the incident, and therefore allows the match to continue, giving Bianca the opening she had been yearning for. The blonde promptly takes advantage, reaching in to pull Ursula's hair, making the Argentinian cry out. The referee rushes over to admonish Bianca, but she tells him to 'talk to the hand', holding her left hand out as she uses her right to pull Ursula's hair once more, all the while stomping on her foot. The Argentinian yowls in pain again, and the referee tells Bianca this is her final warning; one more hair pull and she will get disqualified. The 'Queen B' is quite vocal in making her thoughts heard about this decision, but complies, instead bullrushing Ursula with an elbow charge!

Still reeling from the pain on her foot, the Argentinian is caught off-balance by the Queen B's offensive, and staggers back, eventually hitting the corner turnbuckle back-first. A smirk appears on Bianca's face as she steps in and SLAPS Ursula across the face! The fans' boos only grow louder, and the expression on Ursula's face mirrors their shock and disgust, but Bianca shows little by way of remorse or compassion, instead leaning in to slap Ursula again!

This time, however, the Argentinian catches her hand, causing the boos from the fans to immediately turn to cheers! Livid, Ursula kicks the stunned Queen B in the midsection, causing her to double over, then quickly connects with a beautiful springboard tornado DDT! Bianca hits the mat, and Ursula covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--Bianca puts her foot on the ropes!

Ursula looks a little frustrated following the narrow escape, but derives some heart from the applause of the fans, who appreciated her crisp tornado DDT. She looks around at the crowd in attendance, grins, and holds up her fist. The crowd roar in approval as she once again leans in to pick up Bianca...

...only to have her eyes raked! She staggers backwards in pain, and the Queen B quickly capitalises, landing a spinning heel kick! Ursula drops to the mat, and Bianca buys herself some time to recover. She crawls over to the ropes and hoists herself up, regaining her bearings as she tries to figure out the next step of her game plan. 

She does not have long to do so, however, as soon Ursula is clambering to her feet again. The Argentinian takes a moment to shake off her own cobwebs, and this is all the Queen B needs; Bianca runs in with a knee lift, and takes Ursula back down. She covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--Kickout by Ursula!

Bianca is livid, and yells at the referee that he is counting too slow, and to get it right this time – after which she picks Ursula up and delivers the sit-out facebuster called the Queen's Makeover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Ursula kicks out again!

This time, the Queen B goes into a full-blown tantrum, shrieking at the referee that he needs to 'get his act together' and 'learn to do his job.' The official. However, remains steadfast in his assertion that the count was only two, and further warns Bianca about getting disqualified if she continues to run her mouth. Davis, however, still has a few more epithets to hurl at him, and not until she has had her fill does she turn around once again to face Ursula...

...only to find her opponent standing, recovered, and with a cocked fist aimed at her face! Ursula mugs for the crowd a moment before unleashing the Fist of Fury, taking Bianca down! She then once again looks at the crowd inquisitively, being met with chants of 'YES! YES! YES!' in response. That is good enough for the Argentinian, who – after making sure her opponent is down for the count – begins to ascend the turnbuckle. She gets to the top, raises her usual arm in salute to the crowd, and takes off with her patented shooting star legdrop! The Death from Above connects, and Ursula gets the...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER in 07:57: Ursula Areano

A big grin spreads across Ursula's features as she gets her hand raised for a long-overdue win. As for Bianca, she is helped back to consciousness, and then to her feet, by UKWF's team of EMTs. As soon as she is conscious enough to realise what has happened, however, she shoves the nearest medic aside and paces towards Ursula, standing in the middle of the ring. With the Argentinian's back turned, Bianca is able to use the element of surprise in her favour, and leans in to pull her opponent down by the hair, into a backbreaker! 

Ursula yelps in surprise as she stumbles back, and is unable to prevent the move from connecting! She hits the mat, groggy, and Bianca promptly gets to her feet and begins to stomp away at her, looking to take revenge for the outcome of the match. The referee comes to admonish her, but she barks at him that he is useless and that this is all his fault for being a slow counter. The ref pays her no heed, instead continuing to tell her to cease and desist or be ejected. Bianca, however, pays him no heed, and continues to stomp away at Ursula...

...until a familiar figure hits the ring, whipping the fans into a frenzy!! Jack Rose has come to exact revenge for Bianca's actions from earlier, and promptly engages the Queen B! Caught by surprise, Bianca is only just too late to avoid the hometown hero's flurry of punches, and can do little but cover her face to avoid damage to it. She does her best to dodge Jack, but the Londoner is relentless, and chases her all around the ring, punching her all the while. 

Eventually, Bianca sees a split second's opening and slips out of the ring, promptly making her way up the ramp and backstage as Rose smirks at her in triumph from inside the ring. The local wrestler then takes to the centre of the mat to help the groggy Ursula to her feet, holding up her hand to a rousing cheer from the O2 Academy. It is on this image that the feed cuts backstage!

[UKWF]

"Another Body Murdered" by Faith No More & Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. cues up, slowly at first, but soon kicks into high gear just as the curtains are launched to the sides and Darrin Kisler marches out, wearing his usual ring gear save for the Tag Team Title wrapped around his waist. He gazes at the crowd a moment, spitting in disgust, before turning back toward the curtains. 

Darrin Kisler: GET OUT HERE, CUNT! 

The curtains rustle again, before his tag team partner Andrea steps out - not looking too amused by his demand. Much like him though, Andrea's half of the Tag Team Titles is fastened around her waist. The two then make their way down to the ring. At ringside Kisler starts jawing with a random fan, before ascending the ringside stairs and slipping through the ropes. Andrea lingers though, flirting with the fans around ringside before rolling in under the bottom rope. She drops down to a seated position, but not before kisler demands and is handed her belt as "Another Body Murdered" fades out. Kisler unfastens his own belt, draping both over his shoulders before raising a mic to his lips. Before he can speak though, the crowd showers him with boos. 

Darrin Kisler: Fuck you too. 

The fans' boos get even more raucous. Kisler cackles evilly in response. 

Darrin Kisler: That's right, I said it. Each [points] and every one of you limey cunts can go fuck yourselves. 

More cackling, as the boos becoming deafening. 

Darrin Kisler: Fuck Arsenal, fuck Chelsea, fuck West Ham, fuck Full-ham, FUCK LONDON! 

The crowd would riot at this point, were it not for security holding them back. A few fights break out, but they are quickly broken up. Darrin just stands there, cackling maniacally. 

Darrin Kisler: You see how easy it is, to rile you cocksuckers up?! But that ain't the reason for this intrusion, no... that ain't why I dragged [points at Andrea] that dirty little whore out here with me. 'Cause like it or not... 

He extends his arms out at his sides. 

Darrin Kisler: We ARE your new UKWF Tag Team Champions! 

The crowd continues to boo the man with all the hatred they can muster. 

Darrin Kisler: And didn't I tell you we could do it? Didn't I tell you that we had it in us to slaughter each and every pair of dicks and twats that stepped up to us?! 

He cackles again. 

Darrin Kisler: We may not look like much, an old motherfucker and a pretty little slut with no talent except what's between her legs. 

Off in the corner, Andrea nods her head approvingly - an evil little smirk spreading across her blood red lips. 

Darrin Kisler: We came in here with no fanfare, complete unknowns to both you and that locker room, and we mopped the fuckin' floor with all the rest! 

Darrin pulls Andrea's belt from his shoulder and tosses it to her. She catches it in one hand, but otherwise remains seated in the corner - her arms draped across the bottom ropes. 

Darrin Kisler: But I'm not one of these cowardly bastards who sit back on their laurels, tryin' to hold onto glory that's already past 'em by, no. So here's what we're gonna' do... 

He places his own belt on the canvas in front of him. 

Darrin Kisler: I don't care who you are: be it the Pansy Twins, the Bitches of Limeyland, or ANY other team out there; if you want these belts, come and get 'em you gutless cunts! 'Cause I don't get two shits who you are! I don't give two fucks where you've been, or who you've beaten! 'Cause at the end of the day, the result will be the same! Love and Hate are here to stay, here to slay, and there ain't a fuckin' thing you can do about it! 

A long moment passes before “Oblivion” by Grimes hits up and suddenly all of those boos evolve into the most thunderous cheers possible. As the harmonizing voices begin singing, Night Train Ayano and Gaia Galanos appear on the entrance ramp. As usual, Gaia seems to be all business while Night Train is bouncing around like a, well, a bouncy ball to each fan, high-fiving them while skipping around her tag team partner, who is completely focused on the two in the ring. 

Gaia walks up the steps along as Night Train hops on the ring apron pointing and mugging, pumping her fists in the air like a wild woman. Both competitors enter the ring at almost exactly the same time. The Lioness strides right past Darrin Kisler and reaches through the ropes where she’s handed a microphone. Both members of Hunt By Night take their place in the center of the ring in front of Kisler; Gaia a motionless rock, Night Train still jittery. 

Gaia Galanos: Darrin, Night Train and I were sitting in the back and we couldn’t help but notice you making the claim that you “mopped the floor” with everyone else in the tournament. 

Darrin nods and says something inaudible to Gaia, but she just ignores whatever it is and continues bluntly. 

Gaia Galanos: Let’s talk about the true story, shall we? The truth is, you beat us by count out. Do you really consider that “mopping the floor” with the competition? Because I sure as hell don’t. 

Galanos lowers her microphone, expecting a retort from Kisler. 

Darrin Kisler: Do I look like I give a damn how it happened? 

Kisler glances over to his partner, still motionless in the corner, before returning his glare to the two women standing across from him. 

Darrin Kisler: Maybe we didn't pin your sorry asses to the mat, or make you squeal in pain 'til you couldn't take it anymore. The last time I checked though... 

He points at Gaia first, then Night Train. 

Darrin Kisler: You two were lyin' face down on the floor when that bell rang. 

Again he looks to Andrea, who nods her head in approval. 

Darrin Kisler: So you can call it cheating, you can call it winning by the skin of our teeth, Hell you can call it whatever the fuck ya' want. I really don't care. 'Cause as far as I'm concerned, we still mopped the floor with you. 

Night Train couldn't be still any longer and grabbed Gaia’s microphone. 

Night Train Ayano: Ooooh hold on! Yeah yeah you keep saying, and from where Night Train stand, you should know about mopped floors, cause-a you look like a janitor, NOT wrestler! And you keep say you don't give a damn about this, you don't give a damn about that… Hunt By Night don't take no damns. Or nickels, or pennies! Or funny English coin! 

Night Train throws her arms up in the air and glares over at Gaia and hands the microphone back off. Galanos doesn’t even miss a beat as the microphone is passed back to her. She simply raises the microphone back to her mouth and starts speaking as Night Train runs a lap around the ring before returning to the exact same spot. 

Gaia Galanos: Go ahead. Blow us off, old man, but if I was hearing correctly, you just issued an open challenge for… 

She points to the titles, one after the other. 

Gaia Galanos: Those. And, in case you’re getting stupid in your old age. We want them. So, you can consider this us accepting your challenge. 

Night Train looks over at her and holds up one finger, reaches into her pocket and pulls something out and holds it up in front of Darrin, leans over to drawl into the mic held by Gaia. 

Night Train Ayano: What Gaia G. say is, we done pulled your PUNK CARD, son! 

The camera catches the card and it indeed has ‘PUNK CARD’ written on it. Darrin eyes Night Train momentarily, before turning to Gaia. 

Darrin Kisler: Did she say something? Thought I heard English, but it sounded more like jibberish than anything. 

He looks at both of them now, a sinister grin spreading on his scarred mug. 

Darrin Kisler: You want these belts? Huh?! You think you can take these away from us?! 

He cackles at the thought. 

Darrin Kisler: Well you got it! We'll mop the floor with you all over again, and this time there'll be no doubt in your tiny little brains that Love And Hate mopped the fuckin' floor with you! 

Andrea Kristian: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! 

Unbeknownst to the other three in the ring, Andrea has climbed from her seat in the corner, and steps over, yanking Kisler's belt off the canvas. 

Andrea Kristian: No title shot for you two girlies! 

Kisler snaps at her, enraged that she has stepped in and defied his wishes. 

Darrin Kisler: Sit down, and SHUT UP! These two cunts want a shot?! THEY'RE GETTING IT! 

Andrea stands her ground though, even as Darrin tries to snatch his belt back - pulling it from his grasp. 

Andrea Kisler: And I said NO, Kissy! They haven't earned it! 

She turns to Gaia and Night Train, addressing them directly. 

Andrea Kristian: You were beaten in the first round! You don't DESERVE a title shot! 

Gaia’s icy blue eyes become grave. 

Gaia Galanos: Name your conditions because you two made a challenge, and we have come to accept that challenge… 

Her glare turns to Darrin Kisler. 

Gaia Galanos: Or are the two of you afraid that we might take your shiny treasure away? 

The crowd “OOOH”s as Gaia awaits a response from the big man, who answers without a second thought. 

Darrin Kisler: I’m not afraid of nothing and nobody, little girl; especially you two! You want that shot?! I’ll be more than happy to oblige you! 

Yet again, Andrea interjects, stomping her foot this time for emphasis. 

Andrea Kristian: NO! 

Kisler backhands her, knocking Andrea to the mat. 

Darrin Kisler: YES! 

Gaia’s immediate reaction to Darrin striking his own tag team partner is to get in his face. Suddenly, the 6-foot wrestler is as close to face-to-face with the hulking man as she could possibly be. She raises the microphone to her mouth. 

Gaia Galanos: First off, you might not care what people think about you, but regardless of her being a man, woman, child, or whatever, that only proves you’re nothing more than a waste of flesh. 

As Andrea rises to her feet, Gaia eyes her, inspecting the damage due to Kisler’s strike. She then refocuses her attention to Kisler. 

Gaia Galanos: Here’s what I propose: we beat you in a match then you put the titles on the line against us. And, so you don’t have the opportunity to win by any other-than-favorable means, no disqualifications and no countouts. 

The crowd roars in approval. Andrea wipes at her busted lip, before licking the wound. 

Andrea Kristian: Only if it’s a hardcore match! 

Kisler turns to his partner, a smile playing across his visage as he nods his head. He gets nose to nose with Gaia now. 

Darrin Kisler: Maybe she’s not so useless after all. 

He cackles menacingly. 

Darrin Kisler: No countout, no disqualification, a veritable bloodletting! Let’s make that floor mopping official. 

Gaia begins to raise the microphone again but Night Train snatches it away. 

Night Train Ayano: HARDCORE?!? No countout?!? No DQ?!? NO PROBLEM, UGLY MUG!! Hunt By Night accept!!! 

Gaia seems a little peeved momentarily before putting on a game face and taking the microphone back. As she’s about to speak, Andrea lunges at Night Train with her half of the Tag straps. Meanwhile, Kisler lunges at Gaia, but both members of Hunt By Night evade and start bringing the fight to Love And Hate. Night Train ducks the swing by Andrea and wheels her around, flipping back for a Pele kick that smacks the belt back into Andrea’s face and sprawls her out on the mat, woozy. Gaia, on the other hand, takes a more technical route evading as she shoots the double-leg on Kisler then spins around him, wrapping her arms around him, and taking him down with a beautiful German Suplex! Hunt By Night’s retaliation causes them to retreat to the floor - Kisler pointing and shouting angrily at the duo as Gaia picks her microphone back up. 

Gaia Galanos: See you on a dark night. 

With that, “Oblivion” by Grimes hits back up as the crowd is on their feet, cheering. Gaia allows the microphone to spike against the mat as they watch the UKWF Tag Team Champions back up the ramp, Kisler continuing to spew obscenities in their direction.

[UKWF]

Artemis Kaiser v Skylynn Reed

As the bell rings, Skylynn Reed and Artemis Kaiser have an intense staredown. It lasts for a long moment, during which Artemis seems to be speaking to Skylynn, but ends when the UKWF Champion spits in her opponent's face!! An incredulous Artemis is left flabbergasted for a moment, unable to react, before unleashing with a Stockton slap!

It is Skylynn's turn to look gobsmacked and incredulous, but the switch seems to have been flicked somewhere deep within Artemis, and she connects with another slap! At the same time, she paces towards Skylynn, her gaze intense and her words, though inaudible, visibly more cutting. Skylynn seems ready to give as good as she is getting, but the war of words lasts only a minute; soon, Artemis is going for a third slap...

...which gets blocked by Skylynn, as she kicks Artemis in the stomach!

Caught unaware, the Champ 4 Life doubles over, and Skylynn double-ax handles her to the mat. There, she chooses to continue the now one-sided war of words, berating Artemis as she stomps all over her! The referee comes over, but gets an earful from Skylynn, who yells that she is the Champion and she should be the one making the rules! When the official stands fast, the Champion rounds up on him, giving him a piece of her mind in no uncertain fashion.

This, of course, turns out to be a mistake, as it gives Artemis Kaiser time to recover. And the guest star wastes no time capitalising on it, as she comes up from behind, applies a half-nelson, and drops the Champion with a backbreaker! As Skylynn hits the mat, Artemis teases her, declaring she should have kept her head in the match, and that for that, she is going to have to go over Artemis's knee. She then picks her up again and delivers on her promise with a backbreaker, a regular one this time. She keeps a hold of Skylynn, brings her back up, spins her into a hammerlock position, and throws her over with a suplex! 

The crowd roars as the diminutive guest completes the sequence, but Artemis is far more focused on maintaining her momentum, and once again goes to pick up Skylynn. The UKWF Champion tries to go for a shin kick, but Artemis reacts quicker, and throws her over with a capture suplex. She then rolls back through to her feet, and once again waits for Skylynn to get to a kneeling position. When that happens, she surprises the crowd in attendance at the O2 Academy by taking off with a handspring, then transitioning seamlessly into an enzuigiri! The strike connects, and Skylynn goes down!

There follows a moment's hesitation from the Champ 4 Life, in which she considers whether to pin her opponent or continue dishing out punishment. She wrestles with herself for only a moment, however, before deciding on the latter. She picks Skylynn up, wraps one of her legs around her head, and falls backwards into a stretch muffler! The young yet cocky UKWF Champion therefore finds herself in dire straits, her entire body feeling the pain of this manouevre.

The fans cheer wildly for Artemis as she makes sure to cinch in the hold, making Skylynn's task of getting to the ropes more difficult. Indeed, it seems as though this may be mission impossible for the youth, and the match may end right there with a victory for the guest...

...until Skylynn is somehow able to get to the ropes and break the hold. Artemis is therefore told to break the hold by the referee, which she does, a look of anger in her eye. She keeps the submission locked in until the count of four, but lets go in time not to get disqualified, promptly rolling through to her feet and reaching in to grab Skylynn once again. She catches the Champion in a headlock, but Skylynn fights it with an elbow to Artemis's temple; while rocked, however, the Champ 4 Life does not release the hold. Skylynn does not relent either, and throws another elbow into Artemis's head. This rocks the guest star, but it is not until the third elbow that Artemis really releases the hold, reeling back. 

Artemis quickly catches her balance, but not quite fast enough, as Skylynn has time to slip in and smash her face in with a forearm shot! She backs up, and lands another! Then another! Then...NO!! Artemis counters with a spinning backfist, and it is Skylynn's turn to go reeling across the mat. Artemis sees her chance, and takes off into a Falcon Kick! The single-leg dropkick connects, and Skylynn goes down!

With the Champ right where she wants her, Artemis drops down and begins to wrap herself around Skylynn's leg, looking for the grapevine ankle lock. The Champion, however, is attentive, and connects with a brutal foot to her opponent's face! Artemis releases the hold, and Skylynn crawls to safety!

Knowing Artemis is right behind her, the youth wastes no time scrambling to her feet – and not a moment too soon, as The Champ 4 Life was indeed running up behind her. Skylynn is therefore just in time to drop down and send Artemis over the ropes with a back body drop! Skylynn then vaults over the ropes with Suicide Sky! Artemis, who is just recovering, goes back down as the brunt of the young Champion comes crashing down onto her! For a moment, the two women stay down, as the referee begins a count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Both women begin to stir!

FOUR!

Skylynn pulls herself to all fours!

FIVE!

Artemis pulls herself to her knees!

SIX!

Skylynn is standing, directly facing the jeers of the surrounding fans. One of them gets into an altercation with her, and gets an earful as a result!

SEVEN!

Artemis profits from the distraction to crawl over to the apron. Skylynn is still chewing out the fan!

EIGHT!

Artemis hoists herself up with the help of the apron, and pulls herself up onto it! Skylynn realises what is going on and pushes the fan away, causing him to fall over and spill his soft drink!

NINE!

Skylynn hobbles over to the apron and painstakingly pulls herself onto it, just as Artemis is rolling in!

TEN???

NO!!!!

Skylynn broke the count, and the match continues!!!

On commentary, Blaise Fader points out she would have been disappointed if either woman had wanted the match to end like that, considering their history, and there is a sense she is right. Despite being worn down from the action outside the ring, the two women seem ready to continue their battle of wills as each pushes herself to her feet slowly.

And indeed, no sooner is one of them recovered than she is on the attack; in this case, Skylynn, who does not even allow Artemis Kaiser to return to her feet fully before running in with her own single-leg dropkick! Artemis goes down, and unlike her opponent, Skylynn does cover – the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

---Artemis kicks out!

Blaise Fader points out it will take more than that to put Artemis away, but Skylynn seems to already know this. She brings the Champ 4 Life to her feet and hits a side belly-to-belly suplex, planting Artemis to the mat again. She brings her back up and goes for another suplex...but this time, Artemis fights back, with punches to the stomach! Skylynn is visibly discomforted, but endures through the pain long enough to throw her opponent over with a snap suplex! 

Artemis hits the mat hard, and Skylynn rolls to her feet. Forgetting her opponent for a moment, she walks over to the corner and looks towards the announce table. Her eyes lock with Blaise's, and she smirks as she makes a gesture towards her eyes, then outwards: 'watch this.' She then turns back around to face Artemis, stamps her foot on the mat once, and takes off with the Bank Shot superkick...

...WHICH MISSES, as Artemis dodges and Skylynn connects with only air! The UKWF Champion turns around quickly...but not quickly enough, as Artemis nails her with a leaping lariat, sending her back first into the ring post! She smiles a devious smile, then lands a brutal forearm to Skylynn's face. She follows this up with four alternating elbow shots, further pinning her opponent to the ring post. She keeps her there by way of several chops to the chest, which the crowd counts along to gleefully. Eventually, she switches to kicking Skylynn's shins, driving her to a seated position. She then takes a few steps back and runs in with a high knee...

...which Skylynn somehow dodges, showing just enough composure to grab her opponent's leg, trip her up, and prevent her from finishing the Hate Parade!

As Artemis goes head over heels to the mat, Skylynn slips outside, looking to regain her bearings. It is obvious that she is very groggy, but she still has enough consciousness to stay away from the patently hostile fans, instead walking close to the apron as she tries to put some distance between herself and Artemis.

This is, however, not entirely successful, as the Champ 4 Life is soon recovered, and cuts Skylynn off mid-way through her trek. Artemis grabs the younger woman's head and bangs it against the apron repeatedly, before throwing Skylynn against the ring post! The UKWF Champion's arm wraps around it, but Artemis is not quite done yet; she reaches in to pick up Skylynn and delivers a German suplex on the floor! This puts both women down for a moment, and the referee starts another count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Artemis rolls to her feet and leans in to pick up Skylynn! The young Champion tries to fight back with punches to the stomach, but gets thrown against the ring apron for her troubles! She reels back right into Artemis's arms, and the Champ 4 Life delivers a half nelson backbreaker on the floor! Skylynn goes back down, and Artemis rolls into the ring to break the count!

She does not, however, stay inside for more than a second, long enough to reset the count, before sliding back to the outside. She picks up Skylynn and brings her to her feet...

...but the Champion is somehow able to ram her head into Artemis's gut! Her wind knocked out of her, Artemis doubles over, and Skylynn manages to land a snap powerslam, throwing her opponent onto the floor! Then, visibly exhausted, she crawls onto the apron and into the ring, as the referee re-starts his count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Artemis pushes herself to all fours!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Artemis clambers onto the apron and begins to hoist herself up!

EIGHT!

Skylynn baseball-slides in, but Artemis dodges, and the UKWF Champion goes whisking to the outside! Artemis pulls herself up!

NINE!

Artemis slides into the ring, just as Skylynn is pulling herself back up to her feet. The Champ 4 Life puts some distance between herself and her opponent, then waits for Skylynn to re-enter the ring.

When that happens, Artemis wastes no time capitalising. A flying armbar catches Skylynn the moment she has entered the ring...but this ends up being counter-productive, as, after an initial moment of surprise and discomfort, the youth is able to reach in and grab the ropes. The referee promptly comes over, but Artemis Kaiser keeps the hold locked in as far as she is allowed, rectifying for her mistake with a little additional pain.

Still, eventually, the Champ 4 Life is forced to release her opponent, and Skylynn buys herself a few seconds...or so she thinks, as soon Artemis is reaching in and grabbing her again, She brings her to her feet and jumps into a DDT, faceplanting her! Still she has not had enough, as she picks Skylynn back up...

...and gets hit with a knee to the nether regions! She slumps to the mat, in pain, but with his view blocked, the referee signals it as only a knee to the stomach, allowing the match to continue. Fans who have seen exactly what occurred begin to boo, but the UKWF Champion is nonetheless allowed to continue her offensive momentum. A little smirk broaches Skylynn's lips as she brings Artemis to her feet. Clearly, she loves it when a plan comes together!

Now with her opponent back at her mercy, the UKWF Champion brings Artemis to her feet and throws her to the ropes. The Champ 4 Life bounces off, and Skylynn connects with the Bank Shot! With Artemis groggy, the move hits, and the guest star goes down for the count. Skylynn, however, does not cover, instead pulling Artemis closer to the ring post and ascending it. The fans jeer loudly as she reaches the top and goes for the Sky High moonsault...

...only for Artemis to somehow bring her knees up and break the move!

The fans cheer as the guest star's quick thinking makes this anyone's match again, but the two women do not quite seem ready to continue fighting just yet. Instead, each of them lies on the mat for a long moment, groggy, happy to have a moment to regain their bearings. The referee starts his standard ten-count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

The two women push themselves to their feet, each grabbing the nearest set of ropes to hoist themselves up. Both are on jelly legs, but the look of wrath and determination on their faces, pointed out on commentary by Blaise Fader, shows that this contest is far from over.

And indeed, after another moment, the two women turn towards one another, in a standoff which seems to last an age. Sweat runs down their ruddy faces, but their eyes are alive with intensity and hatred as they both lunge at one another!

This time, it is Skylynn who strikes first, with a forearm shot which rocks Artemis! She wastes no time connecting with another, sending the Champ 4 Life towards the ropes. Artemis, however, is still alive, and replies with a headbutt, which sends Sky reeling. Seeing her chance, Artemis runs in with a spinning backfist...

...but Sky spins out of the way, and Artemis connects with nothing! Skylynn immediately puts some distance between herself and her opponent, then, as Artemis turns around, runs in for another Bankshot! Artemis is just about able to spin out of the way! Skylynn turns around to see Artemis running in with her patented rolling elbow, the First Crusade...

...and slides between her legs, pulling her into a rollup! She uses the ropes for leverage, but is discreet enough that the referee does not see it as he counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!! 

WINNER in 21:45: Skylynn Reed

Understanding that she has not only been rolled up but through nefarious means makes Artemis LIVID, and she immediately springs to her feet to go after Skylynn. With the match now over, however, the Champion is taking no chances, and spits on Artemis's face before once again hitting her where it hurts. The Champ 4 Life crumples to the mat, and Skylynn begins to stomp all over her, an act in which she is joined, a moment later, by bodyguard Leoni Frei, who has emerged from the backstage area.

After a moment of indulgent stomping, Skylynn orders Leoni to pick Artemis up. The big Swiss traps the Champ 4 Life, and Skylynn hmocks her, saying the match is over, and therefore Leoni is allowed to be there. She then gets a shot in with her Championship belt, causing the fans' boos to intensify even more. Skylynn cares little, however, and goes for another belt shot...

...only to feel the title get grabbed in mid-air by Blaise Fader, who would not stand for an injustice!

Accosted by her number one contender, Sky takes no more than a second to even the contest...by poking Blaise in the eye! The fans boo as the Coventry native forgets her offensive momentum to claw at her eyes, and Skylynn tells Leoni to forget Artemis and attack Blaise instead. This the Swiss does with gusto, easily dropping the big woman with a big boot! 

Blaise hits the mat, and Leoni joins Skylynn, who is walking up the ramp towards two elegant, well-dressed older women, a blonde and a brunette. The two politely applaud the Champion and her bodyguard, then raise their hands as all four stand on the platform. At the announce table, Kerry Buckingham sounds close to a fainting spell, but her excitement is too great to allow her to relay any information more concrete than 'I told you I knew something!', and viewers are therefore left in the dark as to the two women's identities as the feed closes, on a shot of Artemis Kaiser and Blaise Fader being treated by the UKWF's medical team.