UKWF Proving Ground RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The speedy riffs of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight' overlays the usual montage of wrestlers performing daring moves against a background of waving Union Jacks. Stunt after stunt and power move after power move is performed, before the live footage finally gives way to the equally-common title card:

UKWF PROVING GROUND

A moment later, the feed cuts to the interior of the unique-looking Oval Space, the main visual trait of which is given away in its name. The camera does its usual lap around the front rows of fans arranged all around the venue, stopping here and there as it spots an interesting sign:

I WANT TO BE ANDREA'S BABY

STELLA STOLE MY PAYSLIP

I'M ON A NIGHT TRAIN (AYANO)

ARCANE IN THE BRAIN

From there, the broadcast moves to the announce table, where one-half of the usual announce team seems particularly excited. Barry Jones's cheeks are flustered and his tone is enthusiastic as he begins:

Barry Jones: Evenin' folks, an' welcome to UKWF Provin' Grounds! Crackin' show in store 'ere tonight, with me fav type o' match as a Main Event: a good, ol' fashioned 'ardcore brawl, innit?

Kerry Buckingham: ...darling...

Baz: 'auld on a minute, luv, I's describin' these matches, like!

Kerry: No, no...darling.

The blonde's inflection causes her colleague to halt himself and give her a quizzical look. Seeing she has the East Londoner's attention, Kerry promptly adds:

Kerry: ...hush.

Baz: 'Ush?! Woddyer mean, 'ush?!

Kerry: Just...hush.

Baz: Bu' I'm tellin' 'em at home the matches, like!

Kerry: Darling.

With Baz once again stunned into silence, Kerry points up at the ramp, where the two women who currently have majority ownership over the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation are standing, surveying the crowd.

Baz: ...oh.

Kerry: Yes. Quite.

As the announcers both fall silent, the crowd seems to take notice of Stella Chalmers-Blythe and Veronica Valiant at the entrance platform. A mixed reaction arises for the two women, who seem barely if at all aware of it. Instead, the two just smirk smugly, as Stella brings a microphone to her lips and addresses the fans inside the Oval Space:

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first day of a new era at UKWF!

This brings another mixed reaction from the stands, which Stella once again shrugs off admirably as she continues:

Stella: The last time we met, you had but a little taste of what we could do. Soon, however, all that will change. Soon, we will show each and every one of you how a business of this type should actually be run. None of this nonsense about people hitting each other with rubbish bins and whatnot...

This time, the reaction is manifestly negative, as many fans are clearly looking forward to the main event Street Fight. Even Barry cannot help but manifest himself:

Baz: OI!

Stella, however, once again disregards the reactions as she continues:

Stella: ...from this moment on, we shall be doing what is best for the financial solvency of this company, rather than pander to the basic whims of you people.

More booing, as the fans are clearly not on board with the new direction proposed for their favourite local wrestling company. This time, a flash of irritation crosses Stella's features, as well as Veronica's, but both quench their true feelings and manage a professional demeanour, as the former continues:

Stella: Go ahead and voice your displeasure. It really makes no difference. Your opinion is irrelevant. Your desires are irrelevant. You are irrelevant. New Management will concern itself solely with working towards the best interests of this company; if those are not also your best interests...well, as you young people say nowadays, sorry, not sorry.

The boos are by now deafening, prompting a reaction from the other half of the announcing duo:

Kerry: Oh, do hush, you uninformed dolts!

Baz: They're right, tho'. She's tellin' 'em to sod off. Tha''s no' on, like.

Kerry: She knows more about business in her little finger than all of them put together, dear. You really ought to trust her in this type of thing.

Barry seems poised to reply, but before he can do so, Stella speaks up again:

Stella: Now that we are all clear as to the new direction this company shall be heading in, and as my first act of management, I shall...

What Stella had planned for UKWF, the fans never know; for just then, a voice interrupts the new principal owner, bringing the fans inside the Oval Space to their feet.

Voice: ...just a moment.

Stella and Veronica both whirl around at the exact same time, glowering at the figure who now makes his way through the curtain and out onto the ramp – none other than former principal owner, James Kensington.

Baz: Cor! It's th' gaffer!

Kerry: ...not any more...

As he comes out onto the platform, James purposefully pushes past Veronica, to stand face to face with Stella. The former owner's ex-wife is clearly doing her best not to spit on his face, but somehow manages to maintain a neutral, falsely pleasant tone as she greets:

Stella: James, darling. To what do we owe this...pleasure?

If James catches the meaningful look his ex-wife gives Veronica, he shows no signs of it; instead, he simply raises his own microphone to his lips, addressing Stella:

James Kensington: Believe me, Stella, it is as little a pleasure to me as it is to you. I could not, however, stand idle as you threaten to throw away everything this company has been built on!

James gestures up towards the stands, from where a cheer emanates. Stella, however, does not lose her smug smirk as she once again addresses her former beau:

Stella: Oh, James. James, James, James. Ever the deluded idealist. Do you truly, honestly believe those people matter?

James is prompt in his reply:

James: YES. Yes, they very much do!

The cheers almost drown the former owner's few words:

James: Stella...this company was a personal project for myself and the lads. We wanted our children to have an environment where they could thrive and pursue their careers of choice, whilst remaining close to their families and social circles. I shall not let you squander that away in the name of profit! Particularly considering how your last venture in this field went...

Stella and Veronica accuse the hit, but only for a moment; by the time the owner speaks again, both have regained their composure, or are doing an admirable job of faking it.

Stella: Oh, really? Pray tell, James...how do you intend to stop me?! What is your master plan? Your grand design? Please...

Stella mockingly waves an arm around the Oval Space.

Stella: ...enlighten us all.

Veronica Valiant allows herself a smug chuckle at her friend's challenge, but James seems undaunted. He patiently lets Stella finish her mocking speech before speaking up himself:

James: Stella...you pointed out two weeks ago that this company had four partnered owners, correct?

Stella nods:

Stella: Yes...and might I add, James darling, Phillip and Nigel had no concern about the well-being of their children...

James, however, talks over these last few words from his ex-wife:

James: You said, as well, that you had acquired Phillip and Nigel's shares, making you an owner of a total of fifty percent of the company, off-setting my former majority share of thirty percent. Is that correct?

Stella: ...yes, dear. You passed your Math A-level. Congratulations. What are you driving at?

James: Well...did you notice how, of four owners, we have only been discussing three?!

Here, for the first time, Stella's face contorts into an anxious expression. Knowing he has scored a hit, James allows himself a grin as he twists the knife:

James: That is right, my dear. As soon as you appeared on the scene, I called Peter, and convinced him to sell me his shares, so that I may at least have power of veto in your decisions. Having somewhat less interest in pursuing this venture than the other three, as exemplified by the smaller share he had, he was more than agreeable to the proposition.

James pauses for effect, his eyes twinkling as the camera closes in on him.

James: Now, tell me, Stella, my dear... His twenty percent, plus my thirty, makes how much...?

The fans cheer as, caught off-guard, Stella's confident demeanour devolves into a stammering wreck. James's smirk grows wider as he quips:

James: Congratulations, dear. I see you passed your Math A-level as well.

Then, turning to Veronica, he adds:

James: Now, I am nothing if not a fair man. That is why I shall give you both an opportunity to prove your mettle in running this company. Make no mistake, however...should I spot the slightest sign of unfairness, I will intervene and have my say.

The fans cheer as Valiant graces her adversary with her best glower. James, however, is unfazed, and simply makes as if to leave, before a seemingly sudden thought makes him halt himself and turn back towards Stella:

James: Oh, and Stella, darling...?

Stella scorches her ex-husband with a piercing glare, but James simply grins as he adds:

James: I will be watching.

With this, the now co-owner of UKWF does make his way backstage yet again, leaving the fans to cheer wildly at this turn of events and his two unwitting partners to sulk and glower on the ramp. Veronica and Stella seemingly see no point in spending any more time in what is a decidedly hostile environment for them, and quickly make their way to the back, just as a theme song begins on the speakers, indicating the start of the first match of the evening!

[UKWF]

Adam Adonis v Juliet Black

The crowd is already hot for our two embittered competitors, with Juliet accruing her standard assortment of boos and hisses, while newcomer "The Last of His Kind" Adam Adonis has already earned a pair of dueling chants from the audience: his supporters begin with "SU-PER SAI-YAN" while the skeptics among them counter with "YOU LOOK STU-PID". It's going to be an interesting night. 

The bell rings, and the two are quick to lock up, Juliet taking the lead with her impressive technical abilities and snapping Adam into a tight side headlock. Adam, however, is no fool; he sweeps at Juliet’s leg before she can manipulate him further, which she does well to block, but loses focus on the headlock, which Adam escapes from and catches her hand in a wristlock. Juliet, at first, looks to reverse this hold, but Adam shows her his technical skills aren’t to be underestimated, either. The more she resists, the tighter he twists her arm, buckling her knees and maneuvering her toward the corner ring post.

With Dublin Trouble confined against the turnbuckle, the referee begins to count to five. While he does this, however, Adam smirks confidently, gesturing to his temple and leering at Juliet – scanning her power level. Before the referee can reach five, Adam releases the hold… and is promptly chopped in the throat by Juliet, stiff, sending him reeling backward and rolling out of the ring to recover. Juliet shoves past the ref and regards Adam the only way she can: middle fingers akimbo. 

The Last of His Kind clutches at his throat, glaring up at the Irish firebrand as he climbs up to the apron. Juliet looks to rush him, meeting him head-on at the ropes, but Adam backs off, hands up, stepping down… before leaping up again to bring Juliet’s head down on the top rope, staggering her backward, giving him time to leap back into the ring and enforce his dominance once again, kicking her square in the nose before she can rise again. 

With the upper hand, Adam snatches Juliet into a seated headlock, looking to wear Dublin Trouble down by using her own strengths against her. Juliet struggles, but her resistance is met with quick jabs and elbows about the face for her troubles. 

Just as Adam thinks he’s getting the upper hand, he’s shocked to find Juliet’s flexible legs kick upward, hooking around his neck! Juliet capitalizes on this momentary distraction to escape the headlock and roll herself over her opponent, pinning him with her back and legs! 

ONE!

TWO—Adam powers out, furious at the underhanded roll-up attempt! 

Juliet rolls off, rising to her knees—but Adam’s faster, catching her with a quick and nasty Snap DDT! Juliet’s head is driven into the mat, and Adam is back to work. Giving her a few stomps for good measure, Adam rolls his opponent over, gathering her legs in his arms and rising into an Elevated Cloverleaf submission, putting pressure on Juliet’s legs and spine. 

The referee kneels down to Juliet, asking her if she’s willing to submit. Through the agonizing pain, Juliet glares at the ref and tells him to piss off! 

With Adam locking in the submission hold tight, Juliet looks to be wavering, hand drifting over the mat… before she snatches Adam’s legs, and with great strain on her own, drives him face-first into the mat! She crawls out from under him, using the ropes to assist her back to her feet, her knees worse for the wear. 

As Adam collects himself, rising to his feet with his back to Juliet, she takes the opportunity to run, jump, and catch him in a Crucifix pin! 

ONE!

TWO—Adam kicks out! 

Juliet doesn’t let him get the breathing room, though; she slaps the Puerto Rican newcomer in the face as soon as he sits up, scissoring her legs horizontally over his chest and locking in a mean Armbar! 

Adam cries out in pain as his arm is clamped down, writhing as Juliet attempts to keep her opponent stable and maintain the hold. Adam, however, is stronger than she thinks – he rolls himself forward, reaching out with his other arm to just barely touch the ropes! The referee takes notice, and gives Juliet the count to break the submission. Juliet, characteristically, takes all the time she needs, twisting and straining Adam’s arm, and releases just before the five count. 

The two glare at each other, minimal patience running dangerously thin on both sides. Adam pounds the mat, furious, as he clutches his arm. Juliet looks to charge in with a clothesline against the ropes, but Adam ducks her, sending her over! Luckily, she catches herself on the top rope turning around—into an Enzuigiri! Juliet crumples to the floor from the apron, rocked.

Adam pounds his chest with authority, spinning around and ‘scanning’ the crowd’s ‘power levels’, and gets set at the opposite end of the ring on nimble feet. Juliet, shakily rising to her feet, clutching her head, turns around once again as Adam bounds toward her and Suicide Dives through the ropes, smashing them both against the barricade, much to the crowd’s elation! 

Both competitors lay in a heap outside of the ring, and the referee gets to a count of five before Adam staggers to his feet, fists in the air, as he drags Juliet up and back into the ring. 

Adam lifts the dazed Irishwoman up to her feet again, kicking her in the gut before bringing her in and up for a Powerbomb… which he turns and throws into the turnbuckle! As Juliet lurches forward, Adam catches her, turns her around into a front facelock, and shouts to the crowd with a fist held high: 

“It’s Over 9000!” 

Signaling the end, The Last of His Kind lifts Juliet up for his finishing maneuver… 

… but Juliet flips out, landing shakily on her feet, to the shock of the overconfident Adam! 

Turning around to try again, Adam doesn’t get ahold of her – her signature chewing gum is spit into his face, stunning him for just enough time for Juliet to get behind him again. 

Hands hooked firmly on Adam’s Dragonballs, Juliet shouts out with a call of her own: 

“Ballsplex, ya cunt!” 

Juliet drives him back into the mat and bridges for the pin! 

ONE!

TWO! 

THREE!

And Dublin Trouble racks up another big win!

WINNER in 12:57: Juliet Black 

[UKWF]

Arcane v Kelly Garrett

’Iron Man’ greets us as we return to the ring, just in time to catch Kelly Garrett hopping up the steps and through the ropes, with Allison Beck heading around to the opposite side from the stage. Garrett’s lips curl downward as her music fades into ‘GunPlay’ and the crowd quiets, unsure how to greet a new arrival. There’s something about Arcane, though – the obnoxious jewellery, the grand sweeping gestures over nothing in particular, the brazen flirting with the prettier ringside lady-fans in front of their significant others – that has nearly all the audience against him by the time he’s in the ring, to the point where Kelly almost gets a positive response as the two go face-to-face, Arcane’s near-foot advantage in height leaving him looming over her. Almost.

The bell rings, and Arcane taps two fingers to his chin, inviting Kelly to take a shot – but he leans back at the last moment, and the whiff makes Garrett stumble. He laughs, but only until getting the toes of one foot crushed under Garrett’s heel! Arcane hops back with a yell…and then barrels forward, catching Kelly with a forearm to the jaw that sends her sprawling! Garrett covers up as the rights and lefts rain down, before the official forces the ‘Magnificent Bastard’ off with the threat of a DQ. He gets a bit worked up giving Allison Beck a piece of his mind and winds up walking into a drop-toe hold, but catches the ropes before Kelly can lock in the STF she had planned. Arcane pushes Garrett forcibly away as the two get back up – then CRACK! A roundhouse kick hits like a gunshot and Kelly goes down! Arcane looks to end this one early…

ONE!

…but Garrett kicks out defiantly, despite the woozy look in her eye. Arcane makes a point of dropping several knees to the fitness freak’s back while she struggles to rise, and when she’s up begins an assault that looks more like amateur boxing than pro wrestling. Time and again Arcane’s hands lash out, curving hooks that cut under Kelly’s guard to catch her in the gut, bullying her around the ring until a particularly gnarly shot leaves her doubled-over and propped up by the corner post. Arcane snaps his fingers in front of her face like he’s checking for signs of life, then hoists Kelly up for a Brainbuster – but he keeps her vertical for too long! A couple of knees to the top of the head stagger the Londoner, and as he wilts Garrett rolls him up into a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

Narrow escape for Arcane! Furious, he aims to throw Kelly out of the ring, but she reverses and sends him sailing over the ropes instead! Garrett takes a moment to lean heavily against the ropes with a hand on her back…and while the referee checks on her, Allison gets stuck in with some stomps, getting her stiletto heels stuck into Arcane’s back! The crowd had been leaning toward support for Kelly but they don’t like that much…and neither does Arcane, who glares at Beck with evil intent as he gets out from under her assault. Revenge will have to wait, though, as he turns at the sound of rushing footsteps into a clothesline from Garrett. Kelly pulls him up, but a thumb to the eye stuns her – and Arcane capitalizes with a Fallaway Slam, sending Garrett crashing into the security railing!

Arcane slides back into the ring as the ref’s count reaches ‘4!’. Kelly’s moving, but not really going anywhere – even at ‘6!’ it’s all she can do just to get her knees under her. ‘7!’ ‘8!’ Allison encouraging, practically pleading Garrett to stand up, and she gets to one wobbly knee…’9!’ And with one burst of raw energy, she slings herself toward the apron and rolls under the rope just in time!

Arcane shakes his head mirthlessly, then beckons the dizzied, hurting Garrett to come at him. She obliges with a mean-looking Lariat – which misses, and she rebounds into a snap Powerslam that Arcane holds for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE – NO!

Still life in Garrett! Angered, the ‘Magnificent Bastard’ starts swinging wild forearms against her skull again, and drags her up to try a German Suplex! But Garrett gets her hands on the ropes and holds on like a barnacle! The ref moves in to separate the fighters – and misses Kelly’s leg kicking back into Arcane’s crotch! Arcane releases his grip and stumbles away, leaving himself open for a Neckbreaker! Cover by Kelly!

ONE!

TWO!

And Arcane sits up, still hissing in pain! Kelly wastes no time in catching both his arms and throwing him overhead with a Double Underhook Suplex – but the landing hurts her already-wounded torso and she can’t capitalize. Instead, both warriors stagger to their feet at the same time, and Arcane lashes out with another frightening Roundhouse kick!...but Garrett CATCHES it, and counters with a Dragon Screw that flows directly into a Heel Hook! Arcane tears at his own scalp and shakes his head ‘No!’ but can’t get his limb free from Kelly’s expert grip! Trying something else, he rolls over, using his weight to force Kelly to move along with him. Once doesn’t help, but on the second roll he’s JUST close enough to get his fingertips on the bottom rope. Kelly breaks it at 3, disappointed, but is quickly on the attack again, dragging Arcane into an Irish whip and planting him flat with a Flapjack.

Drawing one thumb across her neck, Kelly takes hold of Arcane’s legs and makes to turn him over into Physically Done, her deadly Texas Cloverleaf variant! Even before he’s halfway over, Arcane’s howling in pain! But Kelly can’t turn him all the way – a combination of his height and the strain on her back ultimately defeats her, forcing her to release the hold with a yelled curse. Some cheerleading from Allison at ringside turns into a yell of warning halfway through but it proves too late, as Garrett is blindsided with a desperation Roundhouse!

Arcane takes a moment to recover his bearings, as Kelly staggers jelly-legged against the ropes, before their elastic bounce propels her back toward him – and Arcane gets her up on his shoulders! The Magnum Opus connects!

NO IT DOESN’T! Kelly somehow slipped down behind him – COBRA CLUTCH! Locked in tight! The official’s close, asking Arcane if he wants to give – his hand wavers, and – grabs the referee? A gentle push sends the traditionally feeble zebraman flying, and – LOW BLOW! Payback from earlier catches Kelly unawares! Her grip slackens and Arcane swings his head back – CRUNK! The sound of bone against bone draws gasps of shock from the crowd, and Kelly stumbles, a flash of scarlet coming from a gash at her eyebrow. Arcane’s not shocked though, and this time – this time the Magnum Opus lands! The referee returns just in time to see Arcane hook the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

Allison Beck rushes to the apron side closest to the pin - !

THREE!

But, too late.

WINNER in 12:05: Arcane

Arcane makes a great show of trying to brush off the match – and his opposition – like it was nothing, throwing up his arm and shouting to anyone who’ll hear, even turning his back on the still-down Garrett and wiping his boots on the mat in her direction. But as he leaves the ring, his careful motions belie the battering he took here. An impressive start, but not an easy one.

Allison Beck seems to think twice about haranguing the official, in favour of procuring a towel to press against the cut on Kelly’s face, which is bleeding quite a bit, not helped by that last knee shot to the temple. With her eyes screwed shut, no doubt against the pounding in her skull, it’s anyone’s guess if she hears the faint, respectful applause sent her way by the audience.

[UKWF]

Welsh Thing v The Master Sisters

The match begins with Neal and Dawn in the ring, their tag partners waiting on their opposing sides of the apron. The bell rings, and the two competitors begin to circle, with Dawn keeping her distance while Neal visibly prepares himself for some traditional grappling. They revolve around the squared circle all of one time, when Dawn rolls her eyes at the Welshman, tagging in her sister, Moonlight. Moonlight is much more eager to get the match started, meeting Neal head-on to lock-up. While the bigger of the Master Sisters might have brute strength over Neal, the high-flying newcomer has agility to match. As Moonlight forces Neal downward, pressure on the back of his neck and shoulders mounting, Neal drops down to slide beneath her, catching her wrist in a hammerlock and pulling tight, ducking Moonlight’s opposite, flailing arm.  

Using her height and reach, however, Moonlight is quick to turn the tables, backing Neal into the nearest corner and shoving backward against the turnbuckle, shaking Neal like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Taking him by the wrist, Moonlight looks to Irish Whip him into the diagonal corner, but Neal uses this momentum to reverse the whip, throwing Moonlight toward the turnbuckle. Moonlight, despite the momentum, puts a foot up to rebound off the ring post, running back at Neal to catch him with a Clothesline as he runs forward. 

Moonlight charges in, Neal ducks under, stops in his tracks to throw a high kick which Moonlight sidesteps, launches her own kick which Neal blocks, attempting to snatch Moonlight’s leg to sweep out the other, but Moonlight pushes her foot out from Neal’s grasp and shoves him away, which he uses to rebound off the ropes and… stop dead in his tracks. The crowd applauds their athletic display, and Neal offers Moonlight a handshake, a sign of sportsmanly respect. 

Moonlight answers him by picking him up and Scoop Slamming him to the mat, hard. 

“What’d you think was gonna happen!?” Dawn ridiculed. 

In the moment that Moonlight looks back to laugh along with her sister, Neal is back on his feet, and turns her back around to strike her with a stiff forearm. While stunned, Moonlight doesn’t let the Welshman take the advantage. She catches his next forearm blow and returns the favor with a stiff chop across the chest. Neal buckles, but doesn’t fall, and continues his assault, which Moonlight counterattacks twice over, faster and stiffer than before. With the referee’s eyes on the action at center-ring, Dawn sneaks between the ropes, joining her sister in what increasing appears to be Neal’s beating. Incensed by the unfair advantage, Lowri reaches out, stretching as far as she can to tag herself in and relieve Neal, but to no avail, as her partner is just out of reach. 

With one final tandem chop across his reddened chest, the Master Sisters take Neal and whip him into the ropes, Back Body Dropping him as he rebounds. The two sisters pose triumphantly. The crowd shows their disapproval. 

The referee chastises the sisters, gesturing for Dawn to get back in her corner with the tag rope. With a roll of her eyes Dawn saunters back, beckoning for Moonlight to return and tag her back in; this fight is going to be easier than she thought!

Moonlight makes the easy tag, and Dawn returns, shooting the ref a snide look before bringing Neal to his feet, looking to once again Irish Whip him off the ropes. As Neal rebounds, however, he leapfrogs over Dawn, rebounding again to leap into a high knee! In the nick of time, however, Dawn gets her hands up, cushioning the harsher part of the blow from her face as she tumbles backward, just barely catching herself on the ropes. As she turns, Neal has already leapt onto the ropes on surprisingly nimble feet, jumping off onto Dawn to throw her with a Springboard Hurricanrana! Whipped to the mat, Dawn rolls out of the ring to recover, while Neal hypes up the crowd, looking to set up a high-risk maneuver outside of the ring. 

Neal bounds off the ropes, runs for a dive—and is stopped by a Spinning Wheel Kick by Dawn! Neal’s left stalled out, caught between the ropes by his feet, dangling onto the floor from the shocking counterattack. 

Collecting herself, Dawn lifts the hanging Neal up, his head locked into a front facelock. She beckons her tag partner over, a wry grin growing on her young face. Those in the crowd nearby visibly recoil, having a feeling of what was to come next. 

Jumping into the ring, Moonlight dashes over to the side where Neal’s helpless body hangs, and with a nod from her sister, hoists herself over the ropes for a devastating combination: a Double Foot Stomp to Neal’s back, and a Snap DDT from Dawn! Neal is spiked onto the floor, and it ain’t too pretty. Dawn rolls back into the ring, and Moonlight reassumes her position in their corner. The Master Sisters pose as the crowd boos, apparently victorious. The referee begins to count: 

One! 

… 

Two! 

… 

Three! 

… 

Four! 

... 

Five! 

… 

Six! 

Neal stirs, lifting himself onto all fours, but it doesn’t look like he’ll reach the ring in time… 

Seven! 

Lowri, while hesitant to take a risk in her first bonafide wrestling match, takes a chance and bounds from her side of the apron, picking Neal up and rolling him back into the ring before the count of eight. Climbing into the ring as well, she takes the opportunity to catch the Master Sisters off their game, hitting Dawn with an impressive Dropkick! Somersaulting back to her feet, she cleans Moonlight’s clock as well, Clotheslining her off the ring apron to the surprise and approval of the crowd. Nearly forgetting the referee’s presence, Lowri returns to her team’s corner, reaching out to Neal for the tag. 

Neal, gathering himself, lurches over to make the tag… but Dawn leaps to grab onto his leg, pulling him back! Mounting blows about Neal’s face and head, Dawn is too frenzied to prepare for her opponent to catch her hands and kick her off of him, using this burst of energy to leap for tag once again… and he makes it! 

The crowd cheers again as Lowri returns to the ring, catching the charging Dawn with an Arm Drag… and another Arm Drag… and another Arm Drag! With Dawn knocked for a loop, the rookie looks to capitalize, and hits her with a Shining Wizard! Lowri covers! 

ONE!

… 

TWO!

… 

No! Moonlight slides in to break the pin! 

Moonlight’s first priority is to get Dawn to her feet, strategizing in the ring to finish this upstart. Moonlight wrenches Lowri into a tight waist lock, and Dawn, back on her feet, runs the ropes to hit her with a Dropkick into Moonlight’s German Suplex! She bridges...

....but the referee's attention is elsewhere!

The official fails to notice the pin attempt, his attention having been drawn to the ramp, down which two figures are now racing at full pelt...

… it’s Meiko and Junko! It’s Team PRD! 

The crowd erupts with cheers as the fan-favorite joshi interrupt the match. They’ve ambushed the Master Sisters, saving Neal and Lowri from what could have been a hard loss!!

Moonlight is fuming, and momentarily forgets about the match, as she slips to the outside to help her sisters dispose of the nuisances. She finds her path blocked, however, by a very determined Meiko, who engages her. The joshi is joined, a moment later, by Lowri Moss, as Neal helps Meiko against Carnival on the outside. For a brief moment, the fan-favourites hold the upper hand--

—but wait, who are those two coming down the ramp? 

The Best of British!!!

Rupert and Nigel bound into the ring as well, attacking not just Team PRD, but the two Welsh wrestlers as well! The ring has fallen into pandemonium, with all four tag teams duking it out. The referee, scared, confused, and exasperated, motions to call for the bell—but a misplaced Superkick by Rupert knocks him out cold! 

The Master Sisters, with the tables turning in their favor once again, regroup, and hit Team PRD with a pair of Clotheslines. The Best of British nod in silent gratitude, dragging both joshi out of the ring to continue their beat down. This momentary distraction, however, leaves them vulnerable to their actual opponents! 

Moonlight turns around into a Springboard Roundhouse from Neal, knocking her on her back! Dawn looks to return the favor with a kick of her own, but Neal ducks it, whipping her into the ropes! 

Neal catches her with a flapjack, popping her up—into a Superkick from Lowri, right in the jaw! 

Neal rolls out of the ring to the aid of Team PRD against Rupert and Nigel, while the Lowri hooks Dawn’s leg for the cover! The referee is coming to, just in time! 

ONE!

…

… 

TWO!

… 

… 

THREE!

And Welsh Thing pick up an unlikely victory!

WINNER in 10:20: Neal Durden & Lowri Moss 

No sooner has the bell rung than Lowri slips outside, to help her partner and her new allies fend off the two remaining Master Sisters and their own associates. All eight men and women brawl all the way to the back, leaving Dawn Master to be checked on by EMTs as the feed cuts to another video package.

[UKWF]

Before the match begins, fans are treated to a recap of Molly Cyrus's bold entrance into UKWF, challenging the one and only Juliet Black and giving her a fight before finally succumbing to the Fade to Black. From there, the feed progresses to a video package introducing the unsettling and unhinged Asphyxiator, before returning to ringside for the match between the two!

Asphyxiator v Molly Cyrus

Asphyxiator is met with uncertain, ominous silence as he makes his way through the curtain, while Molly is met with cheers. This brings a look of surprise to the newcomer's face, but Molly rolls with it, slapping a few hands as she makes her way down to ringside. All the while, she eyes Asphyxiator up suspiciously, but does not seem altogether afraid of, or unsetttled by, her opponent.

That all changes once the two meet inside the ring, and the size difference becomes apparent. Molly suddenly looks rather nervous about being across the ring from this deformed giant, especially after Asphyxiator graces her with his most unsettling smirk, and whispers a few words to her. This causes the youngster to shake her head, audibly mouthing 'NOPE' before moving all the way across the ring from Asphyxiator!

The monster, however, seems intent on pursuing Cyrus, and lumbers across the ring after her. He makes a grab for her, but the Twerkmaster rolls out of the way, coming to her feet across the ring and making a 'nope' gesture with her finger.

As all this is going on, the referee has called for the bell, thinking – perhaps accurately - that the match must have started. Hearing it, Molly feels at ease to rush forward and hit the slowly turning Asphyxiator with a jumping forearm...

...which has no effect other than to make the giant blink.

Realising what just happened, Molly scrambles to her feet quickly, putting some distance between herself and Asphyxiator. She walks over to the nearest corner, turns around, and once again runs at her opponent, this time jumping at him with a one-legged dropkick! 

Once again, however, this has little effect other than to make Asphyxiator tare at Molly in confusion. The young Tennessean, on the other hand, is taking no chances, and by the time Asphyxiator makes another grab for her, she is already legging it to the nearest corner. She once again turns around and, with precious little time to assess the situation, does the first thing she can think of, nailing her opponent with a spinning back heel kick to the sternum!

This time, Asphyxiator does stagger back a couple of steps, but – to Molly's dismay – still does not fall over. Even still, the youth spots a chance and seizes it, rocking Asphyxiator with a running lariat as he is trying to regain his balance! This is somewhat effective in sending the monster staggering to the ropes, and Molly – her confidence renewed – promptly jumps into a hurricanrana...

...only to have Asphyxiator reverse it into a powerbomb, throwing her to the mat!

The crowd groans as the monster appears to have the youth at his mercy, but – much to everyone's surprise – he does not capitalise. Instead, he staggers around the ring, looking upwards at the ceiling of the Oval Space, seemingly listening to voices only he can hear. In the process, he completely lets his focus wander from the match, thereby delaying what appeared to be the certain end of Molly Cyrus.

The Twerkmaster realises this, and wastes no time rolling over onto her knees and crawling towards the nearby ropes, where she pulls herself upright. She then staggers towards the nearby corner, grateful for the few moments' respite, but knowing better than to take her eyes off her opponent. 

She is in no danger, however, as Asphyxiator seems to still be absorbed by the invisible voices. This, in turn, emboldens Molly, and she takes off running, before launching into a handspring. Asphyxiator senses her presence at the last minute, and turns around, but it is too late – Molly is already leaping into a headscissors takedown, a last-ditch attempt to take her much bigger opponent off his feet!

Unlike previous attempts, this one is mildly successful, mainly due to the element of surprise. Asphyxiator loses his footing and goes staggering across the ring. Molly, who is quick to scramble to her feet after the move, notices this, and seeks to capitalise. She vaults over the ropes to the apron, then – as Asphyxiator turns around – springboards into a senton splash! 

The crowd holds their breaths as the youth goes sailing through the air, seeming as though she'll finally have a chance to knock the bigger man down...

...only to let out a groan as Asphyxiator reacts quickly, catching her and powerslamming her to the mat!

This time, there are no hallucinations sidetracking him, and so the big man is free to kneel beside Molly, whispering what he may think are sweet words to her as he brings her to her feet again. Cyrus, however, is having none of it, and shoots an elbow towards the monster's face, attempting to break free. It connects with the leather of Asphyxiator's mask, however, and Cyrus is left grimacing as the big man brings her up and attempts to apply a bearhug. 

A second elbow, however, makes sure this does not happen, and Molly is just about able to slip out of her opponent's grasp. Before Asphyxiator realises what happen, she has put some distance between them yet again, and is running at him. She prepares to pounce at her opponent...

...only to be stopped with a monster boot to the gut!

As Molly haplessly goes down, a different expression comes over Asphyxiator's face – one of confused anger. Similarly, he is far rougher than before as he brings Molly to her feet and chokeslams her to the mat. He then picks her up again and, with Cyrus groggy, takes her down with a brutal punch!

The Oval Space gasps as the spunky young newcomer goes down again, seemingly out cold. Asphyxiator, however, seems to care little about this, and brings his opponent back to her feet, only to connect with two quick powerslams. He then lifts her up once again, and holds her above her head in a military press...

...only for Molly to somehow slip off!

Indeed, the powerslams seem to have revived the youngster, and the crowd cheers as she half races, half limps towards the turnbuckle. When Asphyxiator processes what has happened and gives chase, Molly is already at the top of the turnbuckle, ready to leap off. She is distinctly heard shouting 'YIPPEE-KI-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER' as she launches off with the Wrecking Ball seated senton...

...which Asphyxiator halts in mid-air, reversing it into an Iron Claw! The crowd groan again as the monster lifts Molly up and slams her to the mat, connecting with the Asphyxiation Slam! He looks disoriented and somewhat disbelieving as he appraises his handiwork, but nonetheless shows enough presence of mind to place a foot over his opponent. The referee takes that as a cover, and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Asphyxiator's size and strength prevail over Molly Cyrus's spunk!

WINNER in 06:17: Asphyxiator

[UKWF]

Before the following match begins, a recap of Magdalena Waechter's imposing debut at UKWF is aired. Fans once again bear witness to Stella Chalmers-Blythe's first appearance as owner of the company, and witness as Gav the Chav, of all people, attempts to stand up to her, only to be surprised by the appearance of the intimidating woman. Magdalena's entrance is then played in full, followed by her quick annihilation of Gav by way of a spinebuster. Overall, the intimidation factor of New Management's secret weapon is put across perfectly, just in time for her official debut!

Magdalena Waechter v Ursula Areano

As the match begins, Ursula goes in for a handshake, but a threat-laden glower from Magdalena quickly causes her to change her mind. She retracts her hand, and instead calls for a lock-up.

This intrigues the nun, who considers the offer for a few seconds. All the while, Ursula continues to goad her into accepting the challenge, and a smile breaks across her face as Magdalena finally steps forward...

...only to transition into a grimace as the nun ignores her outstretched hands, instead connecting with a kick to her gut!

By the time the Argentinian realises how this match is going to be, it is too late. Magdalena has surprised her with the kick to the gut, and promptly follows that up by simply throwing her to the floor. She stomps on Ursula's head once, almost nonchalantly, then brings her back up to her feet. The Argentinian seeks to fight back, by way of elbows to the stomach, but these barely faze Magdalena, who begins to punish the Argentinian with elbow shots to the face. Ursula reels, and Magdalena continues her punishment by aiming a series of kicks at her opponent's calves. As the Argentinian finds herself more and more off-balance, Magdalena runs in, flooring her with a surprisingly high knee lift to Ursula's jaw. The Argentinian drops like a brick, and the Canoness covers!

ONE!

TWO!

...Ursula kicks out!

A flash of irritation crosses Magdalena's face, but the Canoness retains her composure as she brings her opponent to her feet. She wraps her arms around the Argentinian's waist, and throws her over with a release German suplex! Ursula goes flying down to the mat, and Magdalena steps in close, her demeanour as cool as ever. She brings her opponent's arms up, stretching them, and connects with a brutal curb stomp! With Ursula out cold again, Magdalena rolls her over and covers with one foot.

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Somehow Ursula shows enough signs of life to bring her shoulder up!

Magdalena's lips purse in irritation, but that is as far as her loss of composure goes. She otherwise remains calm and collected as she begins to drop knees on her opponent. She applies three, before bringing her opponent to her feet yet again. She picks her opponent back up and lifts her for a spinebuster...

...only for Ursula to evade by way of a headscissors takedown, which sends the Canoness reeling off-balance!

The fans cheer as the underdog finds herself an opening, and the ovation only gets louder as Ursula seizes her chance and runs across the ring, landing a double-stomp to her opponent's back which throws her against the post! The Argentina Train pulls into the station, and Magdalena finds herself on the back foot for the first time in the match!

Knowing better than to step in close to the Canoness, Ursula instead waits for Magdalena to get back to her feet of her own volition. Magdalena graces her opponent with her best glower as she does, and prepares to continue her punishment as before, but Ursula has other ideas; as the Canoness lunges at her, she nimbly retains the upper hand by way of a float-over DDT! The nun faceplants, and the Argentinian takes the chance to put some distance between herself and her opponent!

As Magdalena returns to her feet, the reason for this becomes apparent; Ursula promptly launches forward into a handspring and – before the Canoness knows quite what hit her – connects with a crossbody splash! The Canoness goes down, and Ursula falls on top for the cover!

ONE!

TW---Magdalena angrily kicks out!

Now firmly in control, Ursula chooses, however, not to try and grapple with her opponent; instead, she rolls off of her opponent, stands up, and looks around at the crowd inside the Oval Space. With her trademark wink and a grin, she then cocks her fist, bringing a huge roar from the stands. She takes one step in closer to the Canoness, who is just lifting herself from one knee, and lets fly with the Fist of Fury...

...only to find her arm trapped by Magdalena, who moves with incredible rapidity to counter the move! Once she has her opponent at her mercy yet again, the Canoness is just as swift in spinning Ursula around, and - before the Argentinian can so much as begin to put up a reaction – flooring her with the Exorcism! The lariat knocks the Queen of Lucha out cold, and the rest is a formality. The Canoness coolly covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...and shows just why UKWF should fear her.

WINNER in 04:58: Magdalena Waechter

After the bell, and despite the match having ended, the Canoness chooses to add insult to injury by picking the groggy Ursula up and dropping her with an inverted atomic drop. The Chastity Belt connects, and the fan-favourite is left lying prone as Magdalena makes her exit, glowering ominously at the jeering fans all around her.

[UKWF]

MJ Bell v Mark Storm

Before the bell, the two competitors shake hands, acknowledging the sporting nature of the match. Then, under the expectant ovation of the fans, they begin to circle.

The first few seconds of the match are cautious from either end, as both wrestlers study one another and look for an opening. Eventually, Storm lunges forward, but MJ deftly drops down, throwing him over with an arm drag! The two wrestlers scramble to their feet, and Storm rushes forward again, only to get caught with another arm drag, this one applied the opposite way! MJ kips up to her feet, and as Storm recovers across the mat, runs at him with a flying neckbreaker! The journeyman wrestler goes down, and the fans applaud the former OCW Champion's surge of momentum!

MJ knows better than to take her eye off her opponent, however, and does not let herself get carried away by her good start, and quickly scrambles back to her feet to face Storm. She lets fly with a roundhouse kick, but Storm parries it, shoving MJ's leg down and throwing her off-balance. Bell staggers, and Storm capitalises with a Gamengiri, which hits MJ in the back of the head and sends her down to the mat face-first!

With the momentum reversed, and the opponent at his mercy, Storm drops down and wraps himself around MJ's arm, wearing it down with a Fujiwara armbar. At first too groggy to react, the former OCW World Champion has to endure the pain for a long moment, her face reflecting the strain it is putting on her; eventually, however, she revives enough to become aware of her position in the ring, and lunges forward to grab the ropes in front of her!

The referee promptly comes over and instructs Mark Storm to release the hold, which he does without protest. He loiters near MJ, however, and the minute she is halfway to her feet, pulls her in. He spins her around, looking to set up one of his many suplex variations, but MJ thwarts him with a forearm to the face, followed by a quick hurricanrana, which sends him flying in the opposite direction!

Once again profiting from an opening, MJ is quick to capitalise on it, running in and connecting with a dropkick to Storm's back. The journeyman wrestler, who had just pulled himself to one knee, falls forward face-first, directly onto the ring post, and MJ has yet another opening!

This time, there is no doubt in the veteran's mind about what to do. She climbs out of the ring and onto the apron, and promptly makes her way to the corner, quickly scaling it. When Mark Storm gets to his feet, he finds his opponent waiting for him up top, ready to connect with a blockbuster! The move connects beautifully, and MJ crawls over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Storm kicks out!

As soon as her opponent kicks out, MJ rolls off the top of him and once again heads for the turnbuckle. She climbs to the top once more and – before Storm can so much as begin to clamber to his feet – connects with a visually impressive moonsault leg drop! The move connects flush, and another cover quickly ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

---Storm grabs the nearby ropes!

Grimacing as if in reproach of her own oversight, MJ rolls off the top of Storm yet again and creates some separation, seemingly in no hurry to build upon her momentum. A moment later, the reason for this becomes apparent - as Mark instinctively staggers to the turnbuckle, MJ runs in with a Yakuza kick!

This time, however, Mark is sufficiently aware to dodge, and reverse the momentum in his favour. He slips in behind MJ, clinches his hands around her waist, and throws her over with a German suplex! He keeps the hold locked in, and performs another! Still he does not release, and goes for a third, completing his sequence and significantly wearing down his opponent. He crawls in for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by MJ Bell!

The crowd give both wrestlers a huge cheer as Storm starts over. He brings MJ to her feet, spins her around, and locks in a double-underhook. Attempting to fight it, however, MJ drives her head into Storm's stomach, knocking the wind off him! She quickly pries herself free, and connects with a dropkick, knocking Storm into the ropes. There, she begins to punish him with chops, which the crowd gleefully count along to. Once she has suitably worn her opponent down, she then whips Storm across to the opposite set of ropes, looking to connect with a flying neckbreaker on the rebound...

...only for Storm to react quicker and leap into a roundhouse kick, flooring her! The journeyman manages to stay on his feet, and drops down for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!! MJ Bell shows enough awareness to bring her shoulder up!!!

Storm is as incredulous as the fans to see MJ still responsive, but does not let that throw him off; instead, he gathers himself and prepares to continue his offensive momentum. He stands up, brings his opponent to her feet, and sets her up for the double underhook suplex. This time, with MJ worn down, the move hits, and the former OCW World Champion goes flying overhead!

Seeking to maintain his momentum, Storm promptly rolls through to his feet once again and steps in towards MJ. He leans in to grab her, and brings her to her feet...

...only for Bell to suddenly come to life, with an elbow shot right to the face of Storm! The journeyman reels, and the female competitor races to the ropes, rebounding off them and running at Storm...

...who catches her with a scoop powerslam! MJ goes down, and Storm covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!

The fans cheer wildly as MJ throws her shoulder up yet again, meaning the match continues. Storm seems perfectly okay with that, and simply drops down next to his opponent. He begins attempting to apply a triangle armlock on MJ, but Bell shows sufficient awareness to bell-clap him on the side of the head, throwing him off for just long enough for herself to slip out of the move. She scrambles to her feet as she lunges for the ropes, but Storm is equally as quick on the uptake, and catches her just as she is reaching the cables. Another German suplex follows, throwing MJ overhead!

The upper hand once again regained, Storm chooses to change tack, and continue his direct line of offence, rather than attempt submissions. He allows MJ some time to get to her feet, then steps in to grab her and throw her towards the nearest turnbuckle. He then promptly runs in with a huge splash...

...but MJ dodges, spinning deftly out of the way! Storm connects with only steel, and stumbles backwards out of the corner...

...directly into the path of a Backdraft double-knee backbreaker from MJ! The journeyman hits the mat hard, and the veteran covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!! AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

MJ can hardly believe it, but nonetheless, the decision stands – only a two, and the match continues! The fans, already at boiling point from the excitement of the match, pick sides, some cheering Bell for the counter, others Storm for kicking out, and a small section jeering at the referee for what they perceived as a slow count.

As for the two wrestlers, there is little they can do but continue the match, and MJ does not waste too long dwelling on the close count. Instead, she brings Mark Storm halfway to her feet, and promptly applies an octopus hold!

Caught unaware, the journeyman wrestler finds himself in the throes of a submission attempt from his smaller opponent. The camera catches the pained expression on his face as he tries to fight through the pain, all while MJ continues to wrench in the hold.

Being the stronger wrestler, however, Storm is eventually able to drop down, taking MJ down with him. This causes the former OCW World Champion to release the hold just enough that Storm is able to throw her over, freeing himself from his predicament!

There follows a long moment in which both competitors willingly neglect to go on offence, instead taking the chance to regain their bearings. All the while, the crowd inside the Oval Space reaches absolute fever pitch, thoroughly enjoying what is one more in a long series of great wrestling matches put on by the UKWF roster.

Eventually, both MJ and Mark Storm have managed to fight back to their feet, and groggily turn back around to face one another. They pace towards the centre of the ring, seemingly at an impasse...

...which MJ breaks by running at Storm with a flying neckbreaker! The move connects, and the veteran covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Storm kicks out yet again!

MJ is visibly exhausted, as is Storm, and both take another long moment to recover, simply lying on the mat. MJ Bell, however, is quickest to recover, and is soon on her feet and hoisting Mark up yet again.

This time, she tries going for a perhaps ill-advised Irish whip, which Storm reverses. As such, it is Bell who goes hurtling towards the corner, with her opponent in close pursuit. 

This time, the splash connects, and Bell is left to groggily stagger around the ring as Storm, in a surge of vitality, hits the opposite set of ropes and runs at her once again. The veteran is powerless to react as the veteran leaps into the air and hits the superman punch, completing Rick's Reckoning!

As MJ goes down, however, Storm does not immediately cover; instead, he takes a moment to celebrate along with the crowd, yelling out and pumping his arms in the air, overjoyed. Only then does he turn back toward his still-downed opponent to cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE??

NO!!!!!!!!!

The crowd erupts as MJ Bell brings her shoulder up at the last possible moment, much to the disbelief of Mark Storm. The section of the crowd who has antagonised the referee takes it up once again, but the official is adamant – it was not a three, and the match continues!

Storm is visibly upset at the decision, but chooses not to press the issue, preferring to capitalise on his offensive momentum. To that effect, he begins to stagger towards the turnbuckle, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd as he begins to scale it. He slips off, but perseveres, fighting through the tiredness to get to the top. Once perched up there, he steadies himself for a second before letting fly with the Fall From Heaven elbow drop...

...which finds nobody home!!! MJ Bell somehow rolls out of the way!!

The volume levels inside the Oval Space become all but deafening as MJ profits from her opening to crawl towards the ropes in front of her. She reaches them, and slowly, painstakingly pulls herself to her feet, just as – across the ring – Mark Storm rolls over onto his stomach, after a few moments' dazedness as a result of the failed move. 

It is as the globetrotting wrestler pulls himself up to one knee that MJ sees her chance. Gathering up the last of her strength, she pushes off the ropes, racing across the ring to connect with a Shining Wizard kick to Mark's temple! The Burning Mage connects, Storm goes down, semi-conscious, and MJ crawls into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And MJ Bell snatches a win in a hard-fought match!

WINNER in 13:22: MJ Bell

After the bell, MJ helps Mark to his feet and offers a handshake. The journeyman does not react for a moment, simply glowering at his opponent, but eventually complies, grasping MJ's hand much to the delight of the crowd in attendance. The handshake lasts no more than a moment, however, as Storm visibly wishes to be alone, and quickly makes his way to the back to dwell on his defeat. MJ is similarly sober, accepting the fans' praise but retiring from the ringside area shortly after her opponent, a smile on her lips as she clambers to the back, exhausted.

[UKWF]

A quiet hallway backstage is suddenly disturbed by a make-up woman stumbling backwards into a wall. A holler erupts just before Sophia emerges from the room dragging a limp woman by the hair. The woman scrambles up while holding both hands in the air as a weak form of protection. The two of them stand exchanging looks before the woman darts away. Sophia turns to face the camera with a snarl. Her hair is wild, make-up smudged, and her fist appears to be dripping blood as it points beyond view. Foots steps cluster and echo.

Sophia Halter: KEEP AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME! DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!

She screams releasing the woman so she slumps down before lunging forward to tackle down a security guard. Three more move forward to grab her, two of them having her arms but Sophia kicks the third in the face.

Sophia Halter: L-Let me go! I’M NOT GOING BACK! I’M NOT GOING BACK THERE! GET OFF OF ME!

Sophia headbutts the one to her left causing him to stumble and release her arm. In a snap her freed fist connects with the one on her right. He backs away holding his face that is dripping with blood. Several more security come running alarming the hysterical Sophia to back away.

Sophia Halter: GO AWAY! GO AWAY!

She appears like a feral animal backing into the room where she first came from. Turning inside Sophia now has a chair in her hand smashing it straight into a security man’s face. Before the security guards can enter the room; however, Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano block the door so no one else can enter. They slip in, checking on Sophia.

Gaia Galanos: Sophia, what’s wrong?

Night Train: Yeah yeah, why you go Hulk Smash, mama?

Her eyes widen, dropping the chair to the ground as she backs away into a corner. Sophia slumps down staring at the cut on her hand.

Sophia Halter: They bothered me… Wouldn’t shut up…!

Gaia Galanos: Look, Sophia…

The co-founder and matron of Hunt By Night approaches her teammate, kneeling down beside her.

Gaia Galanos: Everything is going to be alright.

Voice: It certainly is.

All three members of Hunt by Night look up as a voice comes from somewhere nearby; the set expression which then takes over Gaia’s features indicates the newcomer is not exactly welcome.

A moment later, said newcomer is revealed to be new UKWF boss, and Gaia’s old acquaintance, Stella Chalmers-Blythe, accompanied as ever by her partner, Veronica Valiant. The two wear dangerously smug smirks as Stella locks eyes with Gaia:

Stella: ...Gaia.

The socialite’s smirk does not carry over to her tone, or her eyes - which is just as well, as Gaia responds in kind:

Gaia Galanos: ...Stella.

Stella jerks her head towards Sophia on the floor:

Stella: Do we have an issue here?!

Gaia is about to reply, but before she can do so, Veronica leans in to whisper in Stella’s ear. A moment later, the new owner’s features take on a mock-shocked expression, as she gasps theatrically:

Stella: …oh. Oh, dear, oh, dear.

She then locks eyes with Sophia Halter, the same grin still on her features:

Stella: We simply cannot have loose cannons in this company, can we? They are a hazard to everyone. Not to mention, they make for a most dreadful working environment…

Gaia Galanos: STELLA!

The Spartan’s growl elicits only the briefest of reactions from the new owner, who continues to look directly at Gaia’s distraught team-mate.

Stella: I’m afraid I have no other choice but to terminate your employment with UKWF, effective immediately.

Then, looking and sounding anything but - trying to suppress a smirk, in fact -  she adds:

Stella: I truly am sorry.

Sophia sinks to the floor on her knees wide-eyed. Night Train whips her head around looking at all the destruction and the sneering face of Stella before kneeling down beside her. She jabs a finger at Stella.

Night Train: Okay Mrs. Cougar in Charge… You done enough, now go chase boy toys and leave Sophia alone! She no need all this thing!

Turning her head back to Sophia.

Night Train: You… Okay? This suck I know. Old woman think she important, she not! I get you glass of water? Snickers?

Night Train just frowned with sad concern looking at the woman she'd only been associated with a short time and it seemed like it was over. She took and patted Sophia’s trembling hand looking at her with doe eyes. Sophia’s expression turns into despair as the scene cuts out.

[UKWF]

The first of the night's two main events is preceded of a package recapping the events leading up to it. Artemis Kaiser is seen beating Skylynn Reed, then being rescued from a beatdown by Blaise Fader. Moments from the duo's tag team match are then shown, culminating in the pivotal moment when Artemis walks off, abandoning her partner to her fate. Snippets of declarations from both competitors further help spice up this package, which perfectly sets the tone for the upcoming match!

Blaise Fader v Artemis Kaiser

Right from the off, it becomes apparent that there is no love lost between the two competitors, as they grace one another with their best scowl, with Blaise not even making an attempt at a handshake. 

Predictably, the animosity continues once the bell rings, with Artemis Kaiser going on offence almost straight away. She runs at Blaise and hits her with a leaping lariat, taking the Number One Contender down. She rolls through to her feet, shakes herself off, and allows herself a scoff at her downed opponent.

She knows better than to give Blaise an inch, however, and no sooner is Skylynn Reed's future opponent back on her feet than Artemis is backed up against the ropes, sizing her up. A moment later, she takes off running, connecting with a knee to her opponent's temple. Blaise goes down, and Artemis once again allows herself a moment to gloat.

Again, however, this elation is short-lived, as the Champ for Life is soon back on offence. This time, she allows Blaise to return to a vertical position before delighting in taking her down again, this time with a high-speed roundhouse kick! Blaise goes down, and Artemis is just about quick enough to break her own fall before it hurts.

Buoyed by her strong start, Artemis seeks to continue her offensive momentum. She once again takes to the ropes, this time facing the still-groggy Blaise; then, as her opponent gets to one knee, Artemis connects with a handspring enzuigiri!

With Blaise in an increasingly vulnerable position, Artemis sees her opening. She picks up the Number One Contender's legs and attempts to slip them over her own head, to lock in the Stretch Muffler. She does not get to more than halfway, however, before Blaise reacts with a kick to her head, staggering her and buying herself a few precious seconds.

She uses these, predictably, to scramble forward in desperate search of the ropes. She makes a desperate grab for them...but Artemis is quicker, seizing her leg and wrapping herself around it with a grapevine ankle lock!

Blaise, however, is close enough to the ropes that she is just about able to grab them, and the Champ for Life does not have more than the usual five seconds with which to do damage. Still, she does not look best pleased at the referee for interrupting her attempt at destroying Blaise's leg, and makes that quite clear, in her usual, firm way. Still, after a moment, she relents, preferring to continue her dismantling of her opponent rather than waste time with trivial matters.

Unfortunately, in the interim when Artemis has been arguing with the referee, Blaise has had the chance to recover, and as such, meets the Champ 4 Life in the middle of the ring with forearm shots! Artemis attempts to retaliate, but Blaise rocks her with a headbutt, sending her reeling back. The Number One Contender sees her opening and capitalises, connecting with a big clothesline to take Artemis down. She halts her own momentum, spins around and mocks Artemis's haughty demeanour, drawing a titter from the crowd.

Still, much like her opponent, Blaise does not allow herself to get carried away; instead, she leans in to bring her opponent to her feet...

...and gets rocked with a stiff elbow shot to the gut from Artemis! The wind goes right out of her sails, and the Champ 4 Life leaps right into a jumping armbar, taking Blaise to the ground!

Knowing she is in dire straits, the Number One Contender immediately shifts her body so that the Champ for Life is not able to lock the armbar in all the way. Her quick thinking ends up saving her, as she is just about able to pry her arm free and get to her feet moments before Artemis is able to.

The Champ for Life is less than pleased about this turn of events, and promptly seeks to go on offence again. This time, however, Blaise is able to react in time, and reverses whatever attack her opponent had planned into a big hip toss. Artemis lands on the mat back-first, and Blaise promptly drops an elbow on her for good measure!

The fans cheer as the Coventry native rolls through to her feet and prepares to drop another elbow on Artemis; before she can do so, however, her opponent grabs her leg, catching her off-guard and tripping her!

As Blaise falls to the mat with a thud, Artemis attempts to climb on top of her opponent, seeking to further wear the Number One Contender down. Blaise, however, is reactive, and rolls onto her back, reversing the positions...

...which turns out to be precisely what Artemis was expecting! Moving with incredible rapidity, the Champ for Life locks in a guillotine choke, putting her opponent in dire straits once again!

This time, Blaise is unable to escape in a timely manner, and therefore finds herself in the throes of her smaller opponent's submission hold. Having the size and weight advantage, however, she begins trying to escape. 

She first tries to get to a more vertical position, in a bid to push her lighter opponent off; this, however, proves uneffective, as Artemis cinches in the hold, bringing her opponent back down with a grimace of pain and a sag of the legs. The crowd groans as Blaise falls right back into the submission, but continue to pull for their favourite, even as she has the air driven from her trachea by Artemis Kaiser.

Considering her predicament, it is surprising that Blaise Fader is still able to think straight, but nonetheless, the Number One Contender exhibits surprising presence of mind as she attempts a different tactic, namely to try and roll over to her side. 

Her size and weight advantage help her in this new endeavour, and – despite resistance from the Champ for Life – she is eventually able to achieve her goal, laying on her side. From there, she pushes Artemis's leg off her torso, freeing herself; from there, it does not take too long until she is breaking the choke, and getting herself out of her predicament! The crowd cheers as she stumbles for a second, putting some air back into her lungs...before dropping a leg across Artemis' throat! She gets up and drops another, before her opponent can escape!

That is as far as she goes by way of revenge, however; as she rolls to her feet, she chooses to grapple Artemis cleanly, and brings the smaller woman to her feet. She begins to set up the Champ for Life for a throw...

...only to get caught with a clinch by the smaller woman, who immediately starts throwing knees!

Once the initial shock wears off, however, Blaise is easily able to break the clinch, once again using her strength to her advantage. As the two women break apart, Artemis reels slightly, and this is enough for Blaise to land a big boot, knocking her opponent onto her back!

Finally seeming to have the upper hand, Blaise nonetheless chooses not to lean in and grab Artemis this time around, perhaps remembering what happened a moment previously. Instead, she waits for her opponent to get to her feet, backing up to the ropes all the while...

...before taking off running with the Exocet big boot! 

It connects, Artemis goes down again, and Blaise drops down for the first cover of the matchup!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Kickout from Artemis!

The crowd roar, a mix of excitement and frustration, as the Champ for Life raises her shoulder late into the count. Blaise, however, seems far less fazed, and simply seeks to continue her momentum by bringing the now-groggy Artemis to her feet and setting her up for a side slam! The move connects, and Blaise covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Another kickout!!

The fans reach fever pitch as they begin to sense their favourite may just defeat the globetrotting multi-time champion she is currently facing. The renewed energy they put behind their cheers as Fader rolls through to her feet does not escape the Coventry native, and she delights the crowd in attendance by holding up a finger, in a 'watch this' gesture. She then brings Artemis back up, drapes her over one shoulder and runs towards the corner! The crowd give a delighted 'whooooa' as she goes, then cheer wildly as she throws the Champ for Life against the post with a snake eyes! 

Artemis reels, and Blaise wastes no time capitalising. She clinches her hands around Artemis's waist, and throws the Champ for Life over with a German suplex. She bridges, and the referee counts!

ONE!

TWO!

--shoulder up by Artemis!

Once again, the cry of victory dies in the Oval Space crowd's throats as the Champ for Life does what she is known for, and survives yet again. Blaise, however, still does not seem too worried, instead simply picking up Artemis and ttrapping her head between her legs again! The Champ for Life attempts to break loose once more, but Blaise is quicker, and connects with her alley-oop facebuster, the Fade Away! She rolls over, onto a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE??

NO!!! AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

The crowd groans, if possible, louder than before as Artemis brings her shoulder up at the last possible second yet again. This time, even Blaise looks slightly incredulous, if also impressed with her opponent, whom she brings back up to her feet. She takes a moment to decide what to do, then eventually throws the groggy Artemis towards the corner yet again. The Champ for Life hits the corner post and slumps down, and Blaise sees her opening. She takes off running, somersaults forward into the Rocka Rolla cannonball senton...

...and goes back-first against steel, as Artemis dodges!

The crowd voices their frustration yet again as their favourite slumps to the mat and lies there a long moment, unconscious. Artemis, who is barely able to hold it together herself, takes this opportunity to regain her bearings, crawling towards the ropes and pulling herself up. 

She has time enough to get to a fully vertical position, albeit on jelly legs, before Blaise even starts to stir. Then, as the Number One Contender rolls over onto her stomach, Artemis steps forward and attempts to lock in the AK-93 crossface...

...only to receive an elbow to the gut from Blaise, who then quickly grabs the ropes!

Artemis is not best pleased when the referee comes over to pry her off her opponent, but has no choice except to comply. Still, even as she steps back, she eyes up Blaise, studying her as she plans her next move.

That move comes the minute Blaise is up on her feet and lets go of the ropes. Quick as a cat, Artemis sprints across the ring and connects with her Falcon Punch! The superwoman punch makes Blaise reel back over the ropes, and Artemis once again seizes the opportunity; she reels back just enough, then lets fly with the Dragon Kick, her flying sidekick! Dizzy from the previous punch, Blaise is just too late in her attempt to block the move and goes tumbling head over heels to the outside!

The crowd once again let out a collective groan as the Coventry native hits the naked floor at ringside, apparently being knocked unconscious.

Artemis, however, is in poor shape herself, and chooses not to take matters outside; instead, she is perfectly content to take a breather, leaning against the ropes, as the referee starts the standard ten-count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Still no movement from Blaise Fader, who may have knocked her head in the tumble.

FIVE!

SIX!

Blaise begins to stir, slowly and painstakingly pulling herself to a seated position. 

SEVEN!

Blaise attempts to scramble to her feet, but falls back down, prompting a groan from the fans.

EIGHT!

The Coventry native makes a second attempt at standing up, and is successful this time around, albeit on jelly legs! She staggers towards the apron!

NINE!

Blaise reaches the apron and hoists herself up, rolling under the ropes to break the count!

Artemis, her back still turned, notices nothing; only when the referee's count never reaches 'ten', and a huge cheer erupts all around the Oval Space, does she turn around, to see her opponent lying there, seemingly in bad shape but having apparently beaten the count!

Surprisingly, the Champ for Life does not immediately spring into action. Rather, a malevolent grin appears on her features, as she gives Blaise all the space she needs to get up. Unaware, the Coventrian gleefully goes about bringing herself back to a vertical position, too dazed to realise what the fans are trying to tell her. A moment later, still on wobbly legs, she pulls herself to her full height, and turns around...

...to see Artemis barrelling toward her! The Champ for Life outstretches her forearm and spins into a rolling elbow...

...which Blaise just about manages to dodge! The First Crusade misses!

Realising what has happened, Artemis is able to halt her momentum just before hitting the ropes, and begins to turn around to face her opponent...

...only to feel herself scooped up into a rack position!!! The Oval Space erupts as the multi-time Champion finds herself trapped by the spunky girl from Coventry! A huge smile on her features, Blaise spins out...

...into the Coventry Blitz Argentine powerbomb! It connects, and Blaise holds on for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And the Number One Contender racks up another big win1

WINNER in 21:22: Blaise Fader

As the Coventrian has her hand raised, tears flooding her eyes, two hooded figures jump the barricade, interrupting the celebration. One makes a beeline for Artemis, beginning to stomp all over her unconscious figure, while the other catches the unaware Blaise with a Superkick! The fan-favourite goes down, out cold, as the second hooded figure delivers a jackhammer powerbomb to the already unconscious Artemis! 

The fans shower the two intruders with boos as the first figure motions for the second to follow. The two then promptly exit the ring, heading up the ramp amidst the jeers of the fans. These jeers only become louder when, just as they are about to go through the curtain towards the back, the two figures remove their hoods, revealing their identities.

Middle fingers outstretched to an incensed crowd, victorious grins on their features, Leoni Frei and Skylynn Reed gleefully soak in the hate.

[UKWF]

Before the second main event of the night, viewers are treated to a video package detailing Love and Hate's count-out victory over Hunt by Night, and the subsequent challenge issued by Gaia Galanos and (mostly) Night Train Ayano for a no holds barred match, with potential title implications for Hunt by Night. It is with Darren and Andrea's acceptance of the challenge – the latter reluctantly – that the feed transitions back to ringside, for the match in question!

Street Fight: Hunt By Night v Love & Hate

The first team to make their way to ringside is Love and Hate, carrying a shopping cart full of all sorts of weapons, Andrea clutching her title tight and seeming to coo to it as if it were a baby. The duo are showered with boos as they make their way to ringside, which has the predictable effect of making Darrin Kissler angry; Andrea, however, seems too focused on the belt to truly pay any attention to the crowd.

A moment later, the jeers turn to cheers as Hunt by Night come out. They, too, have a shopping cart, which Night Train rides on, as a reluctant-looking Gaia Galanos pushes it down the ramp. Reaching ringside, the green-haired Ayano clan member is quick to hop off, hitting the floor already armed with a baseball bat, and ready to meet Darrin and Andrea.

And that is a good thing, too, as the two wasted no time making a beeline for their opponents. Darrin has what appears to be a crowbar in his hand, while Andrea has chosen a length of pipe. Both brandish their weapon of choice in the air as they engage their opponents, who gear up to defend themselves!

The first shot misses Night Train, who dodges out of the way of Andrea's pipe; similarly, Darrin's pipe hits only the trolley, as Gaia spins it in front of herself to parry the crowbar. Still thinking quickly, the Spartan then shoves the shopping cart at her opponent, who is just in time to dodge it but nonetheless thrown off-balance. 

As for the trolley, it continues its careening path until it hits Andrea, knocking her off her feet. The Psycho Siren falls backwards over the cart, and Night Train – who had, until then, mostly been dodging – sees her chance. Displaying her usual quick reflexes, she springboards off the apron and smashes the bat over Andrea's head! The crowd roars as the shopping cart slides backwards and the Psycho Siren slides to the floor. 

Night Train prepares to roll Andrea into the ring, but then notices her partner attempting to fend off Kissler. Seeing Gaia is in trouble, the Ayano clan member quickly changes tack, hopping on Kissler's back and attempting to choke him from behind.

Startled, the Hate half of the Tag Team Champions drops his weapon, as he staggers all over the ringside area with Night Train on his back. He retains enough composure, however, to back up against the corner post, crunching his opponent against it and thus forcing her to release the hold. Night Train slumps to the floor and Kissler leans in to pick up his crowbar from where it has fallen on the floor...

...only for Gaia to step forward and quickly trap his head under her arm. Before Darrin knows what happened, he is being thrown against the barricade with a tiger suplex!

The fans react in a startled manner as the Tag Team Champion comes crashing over the barrier, bringing it down with him as he hits the floor. Gaia, on the other hand, thinks quickly, hopping onto the apron, backing up a few steps and running its length before diving onto Darrin!

The move has barely connected, however, when the Greek is assaulted from behind by Andrea Kristian! Brandishing Gaia's own discarded chair to whack her over the head. The Greek lets out one small, muffled grunt as she falls forward on top of Darrin, and Andrea is left as the only member of either team standing!

Realising this, the Psycho Siren looks all around her, picking out her next target. She sees Night Train close by, just getting to one knee, and picks her up, bringing her to her feet. The Ayano clan member prepares to retaliate...

...but, to her surprise, finds herself pinned to the corner post with a kiss!

Certain sections of the Oval Space give a strong reaction as the two women begin to fondle and grope one another, forgetting their match for a few seconds in favour of their carnal lust. A few feet away, their respective partners have begun to stir, but still the two women pay them no heed, lost in their own world...

...or so it would seem. While Andrea's full attention is focused on the kiss, Night Train has been keeping an eye out for signs of movement, and spots her opportunity when Gaia is quickest to her feet than Darrin. A moment later, Andrea is stumbling back, an incredulous, wide-eyed expression on her face, as she clutches her ovaries. Night Train gives her a smirk and a little shrug as, coming from behind, Gaia locks in a standing crossface chickenwing!

Weakened by Night Train's low blow, and still reeling from what she perceives as a betrayal, Andrea is easy pickings for the Greek. Gaia locks the hold in, and her and her opponent stagger around the ringside area, as the Spartan tries to wear Andrea down enough to make her pass out or submit...

...only for Darren Kissler to suddenly revive and make the crowbar-assisted save!

Caught completely unawares, Gaia goes down in a heap, but Darrin barely has time to celebrate, as a certain high-flyer is diving off the top onto him! Kissler falls on top of Andrea, and Night Train rolls off, pulling herself to her feet as she heads to one of the shopping carts, 'parked' nearby.

Not much caring if it his 'hers' or not, the Ayano clan member begins to fish around for a suitable weapon. In the process, she buries herself to the waist in the cart, her feet dangling in midair, in a comical sight. After a moment, a muffled exclamation is heard from deep in the cart...

...just as Darrin Kissler lunges for it and sends it hurtling towards the barrier!

A gaggle of fans dodge out of the way, with a shout, as the cart goes crashing into the barrier, the impact causing Night Train to fall completely inside it. This gives Kissler time to recover, and – after retrieving his by now bent crowbar, he gives chase.

As he approaches the cart, however, Night Train is nowhere in sight; nor does there appear to be movement coming from within. Darrin frowns as he walks around the cart, still not sensing any activity, then reaches in to try and grope for Night Train...

...only for her to suddenly pop up out of the cart, rubbish bin lid in hand, yelling 'SURPRISE, MOTHERF-CKER!'

Darrin's eyes grow wide in shock and surprise, but before he can remove his hands from within the cart, Night Train lunges forward and pie-faces him with the lid. Kissler goes stumbling back into the corner, and the Ayano clan member performs a daring stunt, hoisting herself up onto the cart frame before leaping off, to once again hit Darrin with the lid! The Tag Champion gets pinned to the post, as the shopping cart goes rolling into the progressively wilder crowd! Night Train, on the other hand, does a victory lap, slapping hands with nearby fans as she screams ' NIGHT TRAIN SMART LADY!'

This, however, distracts her from her primary objective, as well as allow the other half of the Tag Champions to approach her. By the time Night Train brings her attention back to the match, Andrea is on top of her, cracking her skull with a brutal chair shot. The lust the Psycho Siren usually has in her eyes is gone, in its place nothing but anger and betrayal. Andrea compounds this by grinding her boot into Night Train's head, pinning the green-haired fan favourite to the match for several seconds before heading to the turnbuckle to attend to Darrin.

Predictably, however, her partner reacts in anger to her efforts to help him, shoving her out of the way as he makes a beeline for Night Train. Andrea, however, does not relent, and appears to be convincing him that they, for once, have a chance to work together. Darrin initially reacts with the usual irritation, but eventually gives this idea some thought, and ends up acquiescing. He and Andrea therefore step in close to Night Train, with Andrea bending over to pick her up while Darrin retrieves a chair from a nervous-looking front-row fan. He folds it and slides it across the floor, as Andrea delivers an STO to her opponent...onto the chair!

This move, however, seems to hurt Andrea as much as Night Train, leading Darrin to almost drive himself hoarse yelling at her. So incensed is the Hate half of the team, in fact, that he completely fails to notice his other opponent, Gaia Galanos, sneaking in from behind. As such, by the time he realises what is occurring, the Spartan has trapped his arms and delivered a brutal Charybdis lariat, which sends him hurtling to the floor onto his prone partner!

With her opponents down, Gaia is able to devote a few seconds to removing Night Train from the vicinity, draping one of her partner's arms around her neck and leading her to safety, across the ringside area. All the while, she checks to make sure Darrin and Andrea are still down, but she need not have worried – there is still no sign of life from Darrin, and barely a budge from his partner, as the two Hunt by Night members reach the other side of the ring. As such, Gaia is free to help her partner into the ring and to the corner, where she begins to help Night Train freshen up and revive somewhat.

It is a good thing she does, too, as had her partner not yelled out, she would not have noticed Andrea Kristian slipping into the ring and making a beeline for her. As it is, Gaia is just in time to avoid the chair shot, which narrowly misses Night Train and smacks against the post. Andrea begins to turn around, but gets caught by the Spartan, who throws her over into a bridging German suplex. The referee, astonished that there has been a cover in this match, takes a second to react, but eventually drops down and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

---WHACK!!!

Darrin Kissler to the rescue with a big kick to Gaia's head!

The fans barely have time to wonder if that extra second or so's hesitation from the ref would have made any difference before Night Train is once again accosting the Love and Hate member. Now somewhat revived, the Ayano clan member wastes no time springboarding off the top rope with a Phoenix Splash...

...only for Darrin to sidestep and slide Andrea's discarded chair onto Night Train's predicted landing spot! The spunky high-flyer therefore finds no water in the pool, only steel, and crumples in a heap. The fans gasp in horror as the smaller half of Hunt By Night lies completely inert and unconscious after the horrifying landing.

Darrin, however, shows his characteristic lack of emotion as he summons Andrea over. He slips the chair from underneath Night Train and hands it to his partner as he lifts up the joshi, barking that Andrea 'knows what to do.' Surprisingly, Andrea nods, promptly holding the chair up, readying for a shot...

...only to have it forcibly removed from her grasp!

Both her and Kissler react in shock as a revived Gaia Galanos shows feline reflexes, trapping Andrea's arm and flooring her with a Charybdis lariat, much as she has done to her partner earlier! Kissler shoves Ayano to one side and attempts to intervene, but is powerless to stop the move from connecting. Even still, he engages Gaia...

...only to get caught by her, and dropped head-first onto the chair meant for Night Train! The Brainbuster connects, in an impressive show of strength from the big woman!

The move, however, seems to have sapped the last of Gaia's strength, and she is barely conscious as she drops on top of Darrin Kissler. Quicker on the uptake this time, the referee slides in and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Hunt By Night overcome the odds to earn themselves a Tag Team Championship shot, in a match that leaves no competitor standing and provides the perfect exclamation mark on which to end the night!

WINNERS in 18:43: Hunt By Night