UKWF Ultimate Challenge RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The familiar sounds of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' welcome viewers to another live e-broadcast by the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation, as the equally familiar montage of some of the biggest superstars in the company performing moves plays across their screens. Soon, a few words appear over the waving Union Jack background, serving as the event title card:

UKWF ULTIMATE CHALLENGE

Soon, viewers find themselves inside the Indigo, a smaller subsection of London's popular O2 Arena. The space is absolutely jam-packed with rabid fans, eager to witness one of the greatest nights in the history of the company. As the camera does its usual pan across the front rows of the venue, it captures some of their most imaginative signs:

BLAISE OF GLORY (with a collage of Blaise as UKWF Champion)

STELLA = HITLER

C**T OF PERSONALITY (with a picture of Bianca Davis)

NEEDS MORE JULIET

From there, the feed moves on to the announce table, where it finds the usual duo ready and raring to call the action.

Barry Jones: Howdy folks! Welcome to UKWF, an' what is prob'ly th' greatest night in the history of our sport!

Kerry Buckingham: Darling, really. Hyperbole is so tacky!

This statement from the blonde makes Barry turn and glower at her:

Baz: Oi! 'Oo you callin' high permanently?! I ent smoked nowt, I'll 'ave you know!

Kerry: No, no, darling, I said hyperbole. It means...

The blonde sighs.

Kerry: ...never mind.

Somewhat more appeased, though still not fully agreeable, the East Londoner turns back to the camera:

Baz: Any'ow, as I was sayin', ternight may well be th' greatest night in th' history of our...

Kerry: ...company!

Baz once again glowers at his partner, but seems to allow the correction this time, as he continues:

Baz: ...'cause ternight is when we see our UKWF Champion takin' on that bird wot's been buttin' 'eads with 'er for months, like! It's th' Ultimate Challenge, innit?!

Kerry: Oh, please, darling. Skylynn is hardly going to break a sweat! I spoke to her before the show, and she said her main concern is that that whale does not squash her by accident!

Baz: Yeh? Well, we're gunner 'ave to see abou' that, ent we?

Kerry: No, darling. We shan't. That is what will happen.

Barry seems poised to reply, but eventually thinks better of it, instead turning his attention back to the camera once again:

Baz: An' that's not all, folks! We 'ave plenty of other matches for yez 'ere ternite, includin' a big 8-person tag, an' the Champ's muscle takin' on that Kaiser gel! No' to mention them two wot is openin' the show – that lad wot dresses like a super'ero an' that redhead bird...

Kerry: Yes, and that poor darling Bianca having to fight that...that creature...

Kerry emits a small gasp of disgusted sympathy, as Barry calls attention to the ring, where a table is now visible.

Baz: Bu' first off, ladies an' gents, we're 'avin ourselves a contract signin'! Them two birds beat our Tag Champions last week, in a good ol' 'ardcore brawl, an' now they're getting a shot at them titles, innit? So they're gunner be signin' for it 'ere ternite!

Kerry: Ugh. I fail to see why Stella is not stopping this! That Gaia has no place anywhere near a title!

The blonde lets out a huff.

Kerry: Why could we not have proper, pleasant Champions?! Ugh, this is all rather upsetting!

Baz seems poised to reply once more, but before he can, a theme song hits the arena PA, bringing a cheer from the crowd. The contract signing is about to get under way!

[UKWF]

We cut over to the ring where a table is set up in the middle with Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano of Hunt By Night standing on one side of the table and the UKWF Tag Team Champions, Darrin Kisler and Andrea Kristian of Love & Hate on the other side. On the table, sits two microphones for each team and a contract accompanied by a pen. Beside the table, between the two teams, stands James Kensington with a microphone already in hand.

James Kensington: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to UKWF Ultimate Challenge. At our last show, Hunt By Night defeated Love & Hate in a match of their choosing to become the #1 contenders to the UKWF Tag Team Championships.

As Mr. Kensington points this fact out, Darrin’s scowl becomes darker than usual and Andrea just continues to cling to her Tag Team title as if someone is going to try to take it away from her. She comforts it as James continues.

James Kensington: So, as agreed upon, Hunt By Night will receive their title shot at our next show. As you can see, in front of both of you is the contract and the stipulation has been left blank as…

Before James can finish what he’s saying, Darrin chimes in.

Darrin Kisler: ...as I’m not fuckin’ doing what anyone but me fuckin’ says! Nobody’s gonna fill in anything unless I’m okay with it. And if you got a problem with that, you can…

Darrin’s tirade is interrupted when James pointedly clears his throat. The Hate half of the Tag Team Champions stares at the General Manager in disbelief, but James’s facade does not crack.

James Kensington: ...are you quite done, Mr. Kisler?

Darrin seems poised to start ranting anew, but eventually chooses to relent, instead grumbling under his breath. Seemingly satisfied, James nods:

James Kensington: Thank you, Mr. Kisler. Now, ladies...seeing as the Tag Team Champions dictated the stipulation for the contest that took place two weeks ago, I believe it is only fair that you have a say as to the one for this---

Before James can finish, Darrin jumps in again:

Darrin Kisler: NAH NAH NAH NO FUCKING WAY! I told you, either I’m okay with it or you can stick your contract up your---

James Kensington: …MISTER KISLER!

The outburst has the effect of shutting up not only Darrin, but many of the fans as well. Seeing it has had the desired effect, James continues:

James Kensington: Seeing as you lost the last time, too, I fail to see where you have an argument.

Then, not even waiting for Hate’s response, he turns back towards Hunt by Night:

James Kensington: Now, ladies...please.

Gaia is the first of her team to pick up the microphone. She turns and whispers to Night Train, who looks at her and nods with a small smirk on her face.

Gaia Galanos: We want a Tag Team Ironman Match.

The crowd almost blows the roof off of the place as Gaia announces their intended match which is a far cry from the hardcore chaos of the last match, but just as exciting. Love and Hate, however, are not as agreeable. Andrea clutches the belt to her chest, rocking slightly and seemingly cooing to it; Darrin, on the other hand, predictably explodes:

Darrin Kisler: What makes you think we'll play along with their bullshit?! What makes you think we don't just do things our own way and fuck their stipulations? I mean, WE’RE the fuckin’ Tag Team Champions, not these two c---

James Kensington: ...language, Mr. Kisler. You are already very close to being stripped of those belts. Don’t make it worse.

James’s words actually get Darrin to stop ranting, and instead frown at his boss.

Darrin Kisler: Stripped?! FUCKIN’ STRIPPED?! What the FUCK for?!?!

This time, Kensington lets the curse word slide, instead offering a polite but firm explanation:

James Kensington: ….for failing to cooperate with an authority figure...that is, unless you were to change your mind and sign the contract. Then, I am sure there would be no issue whatsoever.

The crowd cheers as they see James has Darrin trapped. Hate realises this too, and grumbles something under his breath again, but refrains from ranting, instead turning to confer with Andrea. His partner vehemently shakes her head, seemingly not at all agreeable with what Darrin is proposing, but that all changes when Darrin employs the age-old tactic that keeps Love and Hate together:

Darrin Kisler: SIGN THAT FUCKING THING NOW, IF YOU WANNA KEEP YOUR GODDAMN ‘BABY’!!!

The method has its usual effect, and Andrea reluctantly, but meekly nods. This causes James to grin at her, as he speaks up again:

James Kensington: Splendid! Now, if you would all bear with me a moment…

With that, the General Manager leans over and fills in the line left blank on the contract, referring to the stipulation. He then steps back, offering the four fighters the stage. Night Train grabs the other microphone on the table and steps forward:

Night Train Ayano: Now you see! Love and Hate, muckety-mucks! You beat us, we beat you. Now third time is for the shiny. ME like the shiny! We go full frontal Tony Stark in Iron Man match! Night Train bring boots of lead, fill Love and Hate full of dread! Me and Gaia wrestle as tough as we can… Hunt By Night Win Again!!!! 

Night Train moves forward and signs her name big with a flourish, and hands the pen over to Gaia.

Night Train Ayano: Okay partner, now you sign your Johnny Handcock!

Gaia holds her microphone for a long moment while staring a hole through Darrin Kisler’s eyes.

Gaia Galanos: For over a month, we’ve been at each other’s throats over those titles and, at the next show, everything ends. And, Darrin…

Gaia signs the contract before stepping closer to the table so that her and Darrin are as close as they possibly can get with the table in the way.

Gaia Galanos: I will be damned if Hunt By Night doesn’t walk out as the UKWF Tag Team Champions.

Galanos slams the microphone down on the table then tosses the pen at Darrin, who instinctively catches it. He begins to scrawl his name on the sheet of paper…

...but no ink comes out.

Irritated, Darrin shakes the pen, before trying again. Still no ink.

This time, the wrestler is livid enough to snap the pen in half. He then leans over and snatches one from James’s front jacket pocket, using it to sign his name in a pointy scrawl. Then, before the GM can react, he shoves the pen in Andrea’s chest, over the belt, and barks at her to sign it. Kristian once again shows reluctance, but a scream of ‘SIGN THE FUCKING THING!’ sets her straight, and she signs the f-ing thing. 

The minute she is done doing so, Darrin snatches the pen from her hand and throws it into the crowd. He then steps up to James, a smirk on his features.

Darrin Kisler: There. We cooperated with a fuckin’ authority figure. And now we got a li’l gift for him.

With this, and to the crowd’s surprise, Darrin lunges forward, arm outstretched and hand balled into a fist. James instinctively puts up his dukes, in a boxing stance, but before anything else can happen between the two men, another arm flies into the fray, hitting Darrin in the temple.

As the camera pans out, Gaia steps into Darrin’s way as Night Train prevents Andrea from attacking her partner. That’s when Darrin tries to start throwing bombs at Gaia, but the Greek wrestler lunges down and takes him down with a double-leg takedown! She throws stiff forearms until he rolls her over and tries to rain punches down on her. Meanwhile, Night Train and Andrea are busy trying to kill one another as well. That’s when the locker room apparently empties out into the arena and separates the two teams. At first, it seems like they won’t be able to maintain control as Gaia Galanos and Darrin Kisler break away from their respective handlers and meet in the middle again before being pried apart once more! MJ Bell, a known friend of Gaia Galanos, stands in front of her so she can’t get out of the turnbuckle and talks quietly to her, apparently calming her, as James Kensington lifts his microphone to his lips once more:

James Kensington: Since the four of you clearly cannot coexist in the same building together, you can all take the night off. I will not accept this kind of barbarism on this show.

A group of wrestlers escort Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano out of the arena while Love & Hate are escorted out by another group as James Kensington follows the large group as we go back to the ring where MJ Bell has remained, waiting for her opponent while stretching, Adam Adonis, to make his entrance.

[UKWF]

Adam Adonis v MJ Bell

“One of a Kind” hits the P.A System as smoke starts pouring on the entrance. A spotlight stays put on the curtain as “The last of his Kind” Adam Adonis makes his way out standing in the middle of the stage, scouting the crowd as he smirks. He then walks down the ramp and slides into the ring where he waits for his opponent.

After the referee calls for the bell, Adam Adonis says some inaudible to MJ before offering a handshake. MJ, being an honorable wrestler, takes him up on the offer despite being a little hesitant at first. She is right to be hesitant because Adonis pulls her in and headbutts her, rocking her right out of the gates. He then irish whips her to the ropes and on her rebound, he goes for a Superman Punch! Nope! MJ ducks underneath!

She stops short and when he lands, she grabs him by the arm and spins him around before leveling him with a picture perfect dropkick! Clearly, the crowd approves based on their positive reaction. MJ is quick to get back to her feet as is Adonis. He immediately tries to charge her, but gets caught with a deep armdrag for his troubles. He’s back up and at it again only to get the same exact treatment.

Adonis, once again, is quick to his feet, but this time MJ sprints at him before catching him off-guard with a running hurricanrana which sends him across the ring! After the whirlwind of speedy offense, Adam returns to his feet a bit dazed and confused as MJ rebounds off the ropes and comes sprinting back. She goes for a Yakuza Kick, but he ducks in the nick of time!

When she turns back to go back on the offensive, he catches her with an impressive over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex! Finally, this gives Adam a moment to recuperate from Bell’s early flurry of lightning-fast offense. Both are back to their feet and begin trading shots, but Adonis gets the better of the exchange when he catches MJ with a thumb to the eyes, drawing boos and jeers from the audience.

After a kick to the gut, he hits a Turnbuckle Powerbomb on MJ. When she stumbles out of the corner, he lifts her and hits a backbreaker. Clearly having done his research on MJ, Adonis focuses his kicks on her back. He drops down on her back in a seated position, causing more damage before locking in a camel clutch on her. MJ refuses to tap and is able to pull herself to the ropes, but Adonis goes ahead and hits one more seated position drop on her back before releasing the hold.

With MJ trying to pull herself up on the ropes, Adam chokes her against the second rope as he shouts some words at the audience, who boo him, and begin chanting MJ’s name. Unfortunately, she isn’t able to get out of this predicament. He even pulls her through the ropes under the top rope and then holds her in by the chin, pulling back so that MJ’s back is bent across the top rope, like a camel clutch against the ropes. He utilizes the five-count to its fullest then hits her with a clubbing blow as he releases her. MJ drops off the apron. As she pulls herself up via the barricade on the outside, Adam Adonis rebounds off the far ropes, looking to hit a suicide dive!

MJ’s eyes go wide as she sees him coming and, somehow, has the wherewithal to step out of the way, allowing Adam to find the barricade instead. Unfortunately, Bell can’t follow up as she falls to the floor too, still wounded from Adonis’ assault. The referee gets to 8 before MJ and Adam both dive into the ring. At this point, both wrestlers look to start again.

Adonis offers a handshake again. Bell looks around and back at the offered handshake. She takes the offer, but this time is well-prepared for when he tries to go for the headbutt because she does a reversed arm wringer, putting herself behind him. She forces his arm into a hammerlock, and using the arm leverage to throw him to the ropes. When he rebounds back, Adam goes for a lariat! MJ ducks and sprints past him to rebound off the ropes herself. Adonis does likewise on the opposite side of the ring, when they meet in the middle, MJ levels Adam Adonis with a Yakuza Kick!

She quickly drops into the pin, but only gets a two-count before Adam kicks out. MJ double-checks with the referee to confirm that it was a two-count before she notices Adam getting back to his feet. She runs and springboards off the ropes before catching Adonis with her Fire Rain Missile Dropkick!

It’s plain to tell Bell is feeling it at this point in the match. She calls for the finish as she sizes Adam up while he begins to pull himself to a kneeling position, that’s when MJ strikes! She goes for the Burning Mage, but Adam is able to catch her in a powerbomb position instead. In an impressive show of strength, he stands up then drops MJ with a sitout powerbomb! He goes straight for the cover, but only gets a two-count! Adonis can’t believe MJ kicked up, but rolls away. He immediately clings back to her though and locks in Not Even My Final Form!, his variation of a Dragon Clutch!

Fortunately, MJ is very familiar with the move so she knows exactly how to get out of it before he even has to the opportunity to lock it in completely as she displays incredible flexibility with multiple kicks to the the head, backing him off. He immediately charges at her though. Thinking quickly, MJ hits a drop toe hold into the ropes.

Without taking too long to think about it, MJ rebounds off the opposite ropes then swinging through the ropes and kicks Adonis square in the face (619). She sees her opportunity as she stands on the apron and Adonis is getting back to his feet. MJ Bell springboards then leaps all the way across the ring before hitting a flying variation of the Burning Mage, flooring Adam Adonis!

MJ Bell crawls into the cover as the referee drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The Spitfire Sunset rolls off of Adam Adonis and throws her arms into the air. She stumbles to her feet and has her arm raised by the referee as Adam Adonis rolls out of the ring to exit.

WINNER in 09:01: MJ Bell

[UKWF]

Hazel Overton v Molly Cyrus

Hazel comes out first, and gestures as if soaking up the inexistent cheers from the crowd. Despite being a returning superstar, the arrogant Miss Overton is still making nobody's favourite list, and instead gets a mixed reaction as she makes her way down to the ring. Much to her dismay, the reaction she was expecting instead goes to Molly Cyrus, who gets a cheer as she explodes through the curtain with a chip on her shoulder and a purpose in mind!

As the Twerkmaster slides into the ring, it is clear there is no love lost between the two women. Molly glowers at Hazel, who looks upon her opponent with disdain, and begins to twerk, in a decidedly mocking way. This causes the crowd to grow even louder, and Molly even angrier – no longer attempting to contain herself, the plucky youngster lunges forward and slaps her opponent!

From this moment on, the war is on between the two women. Molly follows up on her surprise offensive with a flurry of punches, which – while less than stylish – succeed in catching Hazel off-guard. The youngest Overton sister reels back, and Molly sees her chance, ramming her through with a clothesline! She lets her momentum carry her to the ropes, vaults over them onto the apron, then slingshots back into the ring with a senton...

...but it might have been too soon, as Hazel is able to avoid it! 

Molly lands hard on her rear end, and stays down for a minute, clutching her lower back. This gives Overton a chance to scramble to her feet and regain her bearings, which Hazel promptly does. As she steps in towards the still prone Molly and picks her up, it appears the tides have turned...

…except Molly rams Hazel with a headbutt, making her reel and creating an opening for herself!

The Twerkmaster promptly explores this, lunging forward yet again, this time with a spinning back heel kick! Hazel stumbles backwards onto the ropes, and Molly launches into a flying forearm, looking to throw her over the ropes...

...only to get thrown out herself, as Hazel reverses the move into a back body drop! Molly crashes onto the outside as the youngest of the Overton sisters paces smugly inside the ring, arms wide open.

Once again, however, the reaction Hazel gets is the opposite of what she might have desired, as she gets showered with jeers, rather than cheers. This causes her expression to darken, and rather than allow Molly to recover, she decides to take matters into her own hands, and steps outside the ring to retrieve the Twerkmaster! The referee starts a count!

ONE!

TWO!

Molly, who has just begun to recover after her bad fall, therefore finds herself at the mercy of her opponent, who drags her up by the hair and throws her towards the ring post. Molly crashes against it shoulder first, and stumbles back woozily...directly into a full nelson bomb from Hazel, onto the floor! As the Twerkmaster lands bottom-first on the floor, her opponent kicks her in the back, audibly – and disdainfully – remarking 'try and twerk now!'

FOUR!

FIVE!

The chorus of boos directed at Hazel only grows louder after this, and continue after she picks up her opponent yet again and throws her against the apron. Molly stumbles back into another full nelson attempt, but this time, she is ready – she throws an elbow at Hazel's stomach, sending her crashing against the barricade, then follows it up with a dropkick, which sends her through the barricade! 

SIX!

SEVEN!

Seeing an opening, the Twerkmaster wastes no time capitalising. Stopping only to slap the outstretched hands of a couple of nearby fans, she promptly staggers to the apron, rolls into the ring, breaking the referee's count, then begins to head for the turnbuckle. The fans roar as she begins to climb it, all the while keeping an eye on her opponent down below. Seeing Hazel is just beginning to clamber to her feet, she then begins to climb faster, reaching the top just as her opponent is reaching a vertical position. Hazel shakes off her cobwebs and looks up...

….just in time to see Molly diving off with a Wrecking Ball senton to the outside...

...which Hazel reverses into a superkick!!! The Hazel Painting connects in mid-air!!!

The crowd's cheers for the Twerkmaster's high-impact move abruptly changes to a groan of sympathy and frustration, as Molly crumples, lifeless. Hazel, of course, takes this chance to gloat, posing with arms flexed and directly engaging the fans in the front rows to ask them 'how about that' and 'how they like her now.' 

Knowing the referee's count has begun anew, however, the youngest of the Overton sisters decides not to waste too much time, and rolls her still out cold opponent into the ring. She follows suit herself, and crawls over to cover Molly, for what is now a mere formality.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Hazel Overton makes a successful comeback to the UKWF!

WINNER in 05:45: Hazel Overton

[UKWF]

The match is preceded of a video package recapping the events at the end of the match between the new team of Welsh rookies and the Master Sisters. Team PRD are shown interceding for Neal and Lowri, only to get intercepted themselves by Rupert and Nigel, on behalf of the Masters. It is with the whole thing devolving into a brawl that the package ends, throwing viewers back to ringside for the inevitable follow-up 8-person tag!

Lowri Moss, Neal Durden & Team PRD v The Master Sisters & The Master Sisters

The fan favourites come out first, and get a huge reaction from the crowd, particularly the two Welsh rookies. May and June seem to be giving them advice as they wait for their opponents to arrive.

The New Management foursome, however, make their opponents wait, and several seconds elapse without hide or hair of them. The fans grow impatient, and begin to boo pre-emptively, but as fate would have it, the four Londoners choose that exact moment to come through the curtain. Boos follow them all the way to the ring, and continue to rain down as they choose their legal man. This ends up being Rupert, who steps into the ring to face Neal Durden...

...only for Carnival Dawn to interrupt before either man can so much as begin to circle!

The boos grow louder as the referee tells the smallest of the Master Sisters to return to her corner, only for Carnival to irritably retort 'WE FORGOT TO TELL 'EM SOMETHING!' This statement brings a look of clarity to the faces of her team mates, and the Indigo is stunned as Rupert slides out of the ring, as his team-mates descend from the apron as well. The referee begins a count, but the four cavalierly ignore it, instead taking their places on either side of the ramp: Best of British on the right, Masters on the left.

It is from there that Rupert addresses their opponents in the ring, stating that his friends Carnival and Moonlight have something to tell them. The two Master Sisters nod sagely, before the foursome points up at UKWF's single flatscreen. Almost immediately, an image appears on it:



Suddenly sensing something is wrong, Team PRD whirl around almost immediately, the two Welsh rookies follow a split-second behind...

...but it is already too late. The Divas of Dominance, Bianca Davis and Magdalena Waechter, the latter being ordered about by Veronica Valiant, descend upon the four, using the element of surprise to drive them to the ground before raining down a litany of blows. The Divas of Dominance make Team PRD Feel the Dominance, while Lowri Moss gets Crowned with an implant DDT and Neal Durden is dropped with the Redemption or Death, Magdalena's springboard muscle buster.

As they enter the ring, the bell rings, indicating a 'moral victory' for the fan-favourite side, but the following few seconds make it clear who were, in fact, the winners of the night: New Management played on their opponent's trust, set up a trap, and sprung it, the bodies in its wake attesting as to its effectiveness. As their colleagues join them on the ramp, overlooking the damage, Rupert once more brings the microphone to his lips to leave his barely-conscious opponents with two final, simple words:

'Message sent.'

WINNERS by DQ in 0:15: Lowri Moss, Neal Durden and Team PRD

[UKWF]

Asphyxiator vs. 'Queen' Bianca Davis

Asphyxiator is already in the ring when the cameras return, sat on the mat and swaying gently to and fro. Bianca ascends the steps warily, and demands the referee stay between her and her opponent while she 'gets ready', though from the look on her face this has less to do with fear and more to do with revulsion. René actually seems a little offended by this.

In the early going, the match resembles a game of tag (perhaps British Bulldog, fittingly) as the 'Queen B' darts around the ring taking low shots at Asphyxiator's meaty legs, while the big man fumes more and more as it turns into a matter of catch-as-catch-can't. Early success emboldens Bianca a little too much, as her attempted Spinning Heel Kick gets caught by Asphyxiator at chest height and she's thrown lazily across the length of the ring! Ms. Davis bounces an inch off the canvas, then snags her arms reflexively around the ropes, making beg-off gestures as Asphyxiator closes in. The official does his job and creates separation -

CRACK!

- enough separation for Bianca to land one hell of a bitchslap across the sometime Mr. Charlevoix' leather-clad cheek! He sees red and bowls the ref over as he charge, but Bianca holds the ropes down and Asphyxiator goes tumbling to the outside! Asphyxiator lands on his feet, with one hand on the steps for balance...and doesn't see the 'Queen B' running along the apron until she leaps, grabs his hair and brings his face down onto the unforgiving steel! Before Asphyxiator can recover from _that_, Bianca pulls up the apron skirting and throws it over his head. The sudden onset of clinging darkness has a dramatic effect on Asphyxiator, as he utters the oddest of wails while flailing erratically - perhaps the fault of his rumoured claustrophobia? Whatever it is, it gives Ms. Davis an opening, and she capitalizes with a Beautiful Boot (using the steps for the extra height needed to catch Asphyxiator in the face)! The big man whirls around and falls to his hands and knees before being 'helped' back into the ring by Bianca, who then shows off a rare aerial trick with a Knee Drop from the second rope, dizzying Asphyxiator further before Ms. Davis makes the cover...

ONE!

T - nope!

And Asphyxiator doesn't just kick out, he sits up, HOLDING Bianca in place across his chest! Shocked, the 'Queen B' struggles, but Asphyxiator's already up to his feet - Fallaway Slam sends Bianca overhead and leaves her crumpled in a heap! A few running steps, and the big man brings a Leg Drop down firmly across her chest, and leaves it in place!

ONE!

TWO!

Bianca squirms out and rolls to her side, coughing. She's summarily dragged up by her hair and hoisted into a Military Press - but a double-handed yank of Asphyxiator's messy head-mop makes him lose his grip, and Bianca slides down behind - Diving Reverse DDT! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Still not enough! Asphyxiator gets to one knee before eating a running dropkick. Now Bianca's all over him, with rights and lefts to the head, stomps all over the back...but he's still getting up! Ms. Davis now trying to trip him up with a single-leg takedown, doesn't seem wise - she's yelling something to the ref about "leverage", pointing to the ropes - LOW BLOW! Right as the ref turns away, Davis with a crotch shot, and Asphyxiator sure as hell felt that! He's stuck on his knees...and Bianca lays him out with Crowned! Oh, _now_ the official is paying attention!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Bianca hammers the mat in frustration, even as Asphyxiator begins to rise again - wounded now, yet still implacable. Fingers tearing at her own hair, the 'Queen B.' looks around for options, and chooses to run the ropes, coming back to catch René in a Bulldog. But Asphyxiator digs in his heels, catches Bianca's trailing legs, and drops her into an over-the-knee Backbreaker! That has Bianca reeling, but Asphyxiator's too beat-up to immediately follow through, and both wrestlers wind up struggling to their feet at roughly the same pace.

Unfortunately for Bianca, that leaves her all of three feet away from Asphyxiator in a straight-up slugging contest, which is not where she wants to be. Her forearm shots are almost completely ignored, while Asphyxiator's clubbing response brings her to her knees quickly. Mr. Sometimes-Charlevoix throws her into a corner and runs in for a standing splash - but Ms. Davis gets out of dodge and leaves him to eat turnbuckle pad (mmmm, foamy). Bianca takes a run-up herself, uses the ropes to get the height for a second Beautiful Boot - and gets caught on Asphyxiator's shoulders! Catacombcoming connects!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!



haha no it wasn't

Now it's Asphyxiator who can't believe it! He's straight-up choking Bianca on the mat, screaming something we can't hear! Referee eventually warns him off with the threat of disqualification, but now Asphyxiator's screaming at him instead! Bianca uses the ropes to get up, tentatively flexing her back as the big man remembers what he's here for. He approaches - and suddenly turns away after Bianca swats at his face one-handed. Was that a rake of the eyes? Official didn't see it, but he's trying to get a good look at Asphyxiator to make sure - and Bianca pushes the ref out of the ring! Running knee lift has Asphyxiator dazed and leaning heavily on the ropes as Bianca quietly retrieves her handbag from one of the corners - she's sizing him up, and the ref's still loopy - QUEEN'S WRATH!

BUT NO! Asphyxiator caught her arm at the wrist mid-swing and disarms her! Bianca's too shocked to move - and gets hit with her own handbag across the jaw! She's out on her feet, everyone can see it - Asphyxiator could win this with a one-handed shove if he felt compelled, but no, he throws the handbag away with a howl and wraps her in a Bearhug, lifting the 'Queen B.' clear off her feet! She doesn't stay dazed for long as the pressure builds up in those tender ribs...Bianca kicks but can't see where, and her arms are trapped down at her side...she's got no choice but to surrender!

Although cruel irony abounds, as the referee's condition - which she herself caused - means Bianca stays locked in the excruciating hold for a further 2 minutes before her tapout is noticed and the bell is rung.

WINNER in 07:37: Asphyxiator

Mercifully, the brute responds to the sound of the bell and throws Bianca haphazardly away, whereupon she rolls straight out under the bottom rope and sinks to the ringside floor.

The referee absent-mindedly raises Asphyxiator's hand to a generally negative reaction before going to converse with the timekeeper, likely wondering what exactly knocked him out of the ring toward the end. Asphyxiator greets the crowd's boos with some enraged shrieking; it's hard to hear what he says over the increased jeering, not to mention his own music playing, but the gist - and the angry pointing at both crowd and Bianca Davis, now staggering up the ramp with a foul look on her face and both arms cradling her torso - is that we should all be happy he mauled a woman for us.

Nobody seems to share this opinion.

[UKWF]

In a break between matches, the feed cuts to the back to find Arcane, already in his ring gear and on his way to the ring for his match against Mark Storm. As he walks down one of the hallways connecting the Indigo with the rest of the O2 Arena, he is abruptly stopped by a female voice from off-camera:

Voice: ...Mr. Sarantis?

Hearing his name being called causes Arcane to look to his right, the camera panning to follow him and revealing the source of the cry: New Management head honchos, Stella Chalmers-Blythe and Veronica Valiant, tottering up to catch up with the bigger man. A grin – half-pleased, half-sensuous – spreads across the wrestler's face as he silently greets the two ladies. Stella, dazzling in white and with diamonds glinting in her ears, neck, wrists and fingers, offers a grin of her own back at the UKWF newcomer:

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: So glad I caught you before your scheduled bout!

The New Management boss's grin widens, her tone all but dripping:

Stella: I just wanted to thank you once again for your ever-so-kind words this past week. They really do mean a lot!

Stella is all flustered cheeks and fluttering eyelashes as she says this, although how much of it is actually sincere is anyone's guess. It certainly seems to work on Arcane, who nods, as if to say 'don't mention it.' The UKWF boss, however, does not yet appear to be done, as she once again steps in towards Arcane, stretching onto her tippy-toes, herrvoice lowering to a husk.

Stella: And I also wanted to wish you...good luck.

With this, the New Management boss plants a kiss on the unlikely recipient of her affections, before skipping away, for all the world like an infatuated schoolgirl. Veronica Valiant and Arcane are therefore left to exchange puzzled looks, until Stella's voice comes from off-camera:

Stella: Ronnie! Come along, dear!

This causes Veronica Valiant to snap to attention, and eye the wrestler opposite her with a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. Tentatively, not quite sure how to react, she holds out a hand, which Arcane promptly shakes. Then, without so much as a word, she hurries off after Stella, leaving Arcane to gaze at his outstretched palm for a second, before touching it to his cheek, just as the feed returns to ringside....

[UKWF]

Arcane v Mark Storm

Arcane starts off the match directing some words at Mark Storm off the mic. While undiscernible to viewers at home, they seem to have the desired effect of riling up the fan-favourite journeyman, who is first to go on offence! He lunges forward with a forearm shot, but Arcane easily evades, side-stepping and quickly getting behind Mark Storm for a German suplex. He rolls through to his feet and taps the side of his head, smirking at winking at his opponent as he gets to his own feet. Storm glowers and – after a few more choice words from Arcane – once again springs forward with a leaping forearm!

Once again, however, Arcane is ready, plucking his opponent from mid-air and throwing him upwards, only to connect with an uppercut on the way down. Storm falls to the mat again, and Arcane once again takes the opportunity to taunt him, before reaching in to pull his opponent to his feet.

He should have seen it coming, however; an elbow smashes into his stomach, full force, and sends him reeling back! Like a shot, Mark Storm is on top of him, and leaping into a roundhouse kick! Arcane falls backwards against the ropes, as Storm goes for a running dropkick...

...but Arcane pulls the ropes down, ducking and reversing the move into a back body drop!

As Storm crashes to the outside, up above, his opponent once again taps the side of his head mockingly. Surprisingly, Arcane chooses not to follow through with his offence, instead staying in the ring to avoid getting caught by Mark Storm on the outside. The globe-trotter is therefore able to pull himself back into the ring, his opponent seemingly standing back...

….except that Arcane stomps on Storm's hand as the journeyman is pulling himself into the ring!

Mark lets out a yelp as his opponent adds another stomp for good measure, before dragging him back upright by his hair. Once both men are back to a vertical position, Arcane picks Mark up and delivers a snap powerlam! He adds another stomp to his opponent's head before being forced to step back by the acting official. Surprisingly, he complies, voluntarily ending his own flurry of momentum.

The reasons for such an action become somewhat more apparent as two figures appear near the entranceway, and stand watching the action. Arcane spots them, and a grin forms across his lips as he blows one of them a kiss. Stella Chalmers-Blythe responds with a wave, as the athlete she is seemingly smitten with once again goes on offence.

Now with a lady to impress, Arcane is quick to set Mark up in the corner and begins to punish him with chops to the chest. Storm struggles and writhes, attempting to regain control, but Arcane is able to retain it a few moments longer, until Storm lashes out with a kick to the stomach, doubling him over!

Seeing his chance, the globe-trotting superstar does not waste another second, leaping onto the turnbuckle, to connect with a combination moonsault and inverted DDT. Not able to react quickly enough, Arcane falls to the mat, as Storm turns to thumb his nose at a livid Stella, before advancing to a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Arcane kicks out!!

Stella breathes a sigh of relief as her new beau keeps himself in the match, but Storm appears to have well and truly gained the upper hand now. He brings Arcane to his feet, and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex, before covering again.

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by Arcane!

Storm allows himself a grimace after that last kick-out, but does not lose focus. He picks Arcane back up and begins to set him up for a double underhook suplex...

...but Arcane takes a page off his opponent's book and retaliates with a headbutt to the groin!

Startled, Storm releases the double underhook and goes staggering backwards, as Arcane leaps into action once again! He hits Storm with a running clothesline, sending him down to the mat again, then manages to halt his own momentum, and turns around to stand behind his opponent. He picks Storm up, whirls him around, and sets him up for a brainbuster! The move connects, and Arcane covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!!! Last second kickout by Mark Storm!!!

This time, Arcane does show his frustration, but – like Storm before him – he does not let his focus slide. Instead, he goes for the kill, bringing Storm to his knees and sweeping him onto his shoulders. He blows Stella and Veronica another kiss as he sets up the Magnum Opus...

...and that extra second allows Storm to somehow slip off!

Arcane turns around as he senses movement, incredulous that his opponent escaped, but is soon faced with reality, as Storm connects with the series of strikes known as Rick's Reckoning! Ten forearm shots land to Arcane's head in quick succession, followed by ten kicks delivered with equal rapidity. Not letting up, Storm whips Arcane to the corner, following only one step behind to connect with a step-up knee strike. He lands on his feet and completes the sequence with a short-arm clothesline, drawing cheers from the crowd. As for the hapless Arcane, he simply slides down to the mat, seemingly unconscious.

The camera pans in on a worried-looking Stella Chalmers-Blythe, who watches, powerless, as Storm begins to ascend the turnbuckle. When he reaches the top with no challenge, Stella motions to Veronica, and the two take off down the ramp. Unfazed by the sudden burst of movement, Storm takes off with the Fall from Heaven elbow, connecting beautifully and transitioning into a cover!

ONE!

Stella stumbles on her heels, as Veronica nearly collides with her!

TWO!

Stella makes her way around to where Arcane is lying, as quickly as she can...

THREE!

...but just a moment too late, as Storm picks up the victory!

WINNER in 08:54: Mark Storm

After the bell rings, Stella vehemently protests with the official, demanding the match be re-started. Surprisingly, however, the official stands his ground, leaving the two women no choice but to retreat backstage, holding Arcane up between them as they deliver a few surprising words of comfort to the loser. As for Storm, he stands triumphant in the middle of the ring, soaking up the cheers of the fans as he continues his run of great matches in his UKWF comeback.

[UKWF]

The Divas of Dominance v The Donavon Twins

The match starts with a rush attack from the Divas, who catch the Donavons mid-entrance. They surprise the boys with clotheslines, as Alison Beck and Kelly Garrett engage manager Kiora, preventing her from helping her brothers. 

This allows Jessie and Jamie to pick Cormac and Liam back up and forcibly drive them to ringside. Once there, they each send their respective member of the Donavons against the ring post nearest to them, causing the boys' arms to wrap around them painfully. Not content with simply inflicting this damage, the two then ram into the boys' backs with forearm shots, which hit them in the nape of the neck, mushing their faces against the post. Then, they reach in and each throw their respective twin over onto the concrete! 

Only here does one of the twins roll her respective opponent into the ring. This is Jamie Alexander, who is working over Liam Donavon, and the two therefore become the legal person for their respective teams. Not that that would matter much, seeing as neither Liam nor Cormac are exactly aware of what is occurring. 

As, on the outside, her sister stomps away at Cormac Donavon, Jamie brings Liam to his feet and rocks him with a European uppercut. The Donavon twin goes stumbling backwards, and Jamie takes off running, connecting with a Chick Kick which takes Liam down! Jamie covers! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

THRE---NO!!! Somehow Liam is aware enough to kick out! 

Knowing she is still in control, however, Jamie does not lose her cool. Instead, she brings Liam back up and begins to punish him with chops. The crowd cannot help but 'woo', even against their will, as it is an unwritten law that wrestling chops MUST be 'woo'ed' along to. Even still, it is a relief when Jamie once again changes tack, throwing Liam to the ropes and connecting on the rebound with a hurricanrana. Liam goes flying across the ring, and Jamie quickly rolls back through to her feet, looking to capitalise.  

This is where she spots her sister, up in the apron, and exchanges a lightning-quick glance with Jessie. Understanding what her sister needs, Jessie surreptitiously yanks a tuft of Liam's hair, holding him in place just long enough for her sister to connect with another kick! Jamie then tags Jessie in, leaving her sister to continue working on Liam as she keeps tabs on the slowly-recovering Cormac. 

Jessie wastes no time building on her sister's work, as she brings Liam up and lands repeat forearms to his face. As the redhead wrestler goes reeling, she then follows this up with a spinning heel kick, downing her opponent! She slides in for a cover!  

ONE! 

TWO! 

THRE---NO!!! IN THE NICK OF TIME AGAIN! 

Unlike her sister, Jessie does display her annoyance. She brings Liam up and throws him towards the corner irritably, before rushing in and leaping into a clothesline... 

...only to get poked in the eye by Liam! 

As the Diva of Dominance staggers, Liam finally sees his opening, and comes out of the corner with a flying forearm, taking Jessie down. Still worse for wear, however, he is not able to immediately capitalise, instead stumbling away from his downed opponent, seeking to both recover and check on his brother and sister. He leans against the ropes, regaining his bearings, and talks down at Cormac, who has finally returned to his feet after Jessie's flurry of offence. As his brother begins to make his way to their corner, and seeing Kiora has taken out Alison and has Kelly under control, Liam once again turns around... 

….to find Jessie on her feet, and leaping into a clothesline! The move connects, and Liam goes head over heels to the outside! 

Not wasting another moment, Jamie once again exchanges a glance with her sister, who drops down from the turnbuckle. Together, the two round up on the downed Donavon, no doubt preparing for mischief. 

Seeing this, Cormac abandons his own corner to try and help his brother. He reaches the group just as Jessie and Jamie are setting Liam up, but a cry from the latter, who is facing Cormac's way, alerts her sister, and Jessie reacts quickly; a Superkick lands on Cormac, just as Jamie delivers the same to Liam! The Donavon twins Feel The Dominance! 

Seeing this, Kiora breaks away from Kelly and rushes over to help, but her opponent is quick to engage her again, preventing her intervention long enough for Jessie to roll Liam into the ring and cover! The referee drops down... 

ONE! 

Kiora pushes Kelly away and rushes towards the ring! 

TWO! 

Kiora lunges onto the apron! 

THREE!!! 

Kiara grabs Jessie's leg, pulling her off her relative! 

A moment of confusion ensues, as the fans are unsure whether the Donavon's manager broke the pin on time. Soon, however, the referee dispels the doubts, announcing the Divas of Dominance the winners! Jessie and Jamie pick up a big win for New Management, and for themselves as a team! 

WINNER in 05:12: The Divas of Dominance

[UKWF]

Leoni Frei v Artemis Kaiser

Like the eight-person tag before it, this one is a non-starter, as two of the hooded men in Artemis's intro choreography suddenly reveal themselves as Leoni and Skylynn! The two rush the Champ for Life, who is caught completely unawares and therefore unable to respond.

The two then take turns punishing their mutual opponent, taking advantage of the element of surprise. Boos rain down from the Indigo crowd as first Leoni, then Skylynn take turns punching, forearming, chopping and kicking Artemis.

Eventually, the Champ for Life is able to even the contest by way of a headbutt to Leoni's stomach, who sends her reeling back. With her bigger opponent out of the way, she turns her attention to Skylynn, but the Champion is ready, and meets her blow for blow. The two brawl on the ramp for a long moment, and it appears Artemis may have finally evened the contest...

...when Leoni clobbers her from behind, taking her advantage away once more!

Having regained the upper hand, Skylynn and Leoni stomp all over Artemis. When the Champion pulls her to her feet, however, the Champ for Life shows her famous resilience by giving signs of life, and shooting an elbow to Skylynn's stomach! The Champion reels, and Artemis breaks free, immediately spinning around to nail Sky with the rolling elbow known as the First Crusade!

Before she can do so, however, Leoni rushes in from behind and rams through Artemis with the Frei train! The Champ for Life topples to the concrete, as the big Swiss exchanges a look and a smirk with the woman she is paid to protect. Then, urging Skylynn to hold on a moment, she picks up the lifeless Artemis, drags her to ringside and rolls her into the ring. Leoni herself follows her in, the bell rings, and the Swiss covers, for what is pretty much a formality.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER in 0:03: Leoni Frei

The fans shower Leoni with boos as she poses, but the Swiss brushes them off, merely signalling for Skylynn to take to the ring, as her match is next. The Aussie promptly does so, and it would appear the UKWF Championship match might start sooner than expected...

[UKWF]

Before the match starts, viewers are treated to an extended recap of both wrestlers' careers in the UKWF, up to the present moment. Skylynn is seen winning, then defending the UKWF Championship, while Blaise is shown defeating the odds time and again before ultimately beating Juliet Black to earn herself a Number One Contendership. From there, the package moves to the repeat clashes between the two women, from Blaise attacking Alexander Underwood to Skylynn running her down, then attacking her after her match with Artemis Kaiser, and finally beating her down again after the tag match two weeks later. All in all, the stage is perfectly set, and the stakes perfectly outlined, for the match at hand. A moment later, the camera cuts to ringside, to accompany just that!

UKWF Championship: Skylynn Reed (c) v Blaise Fader

Neither competitor wastes any time lunging at their opponent the moment the bell rings, and right away the contest looks more like a brawl than a match. Skylynn and Blaise trade punches, the former compensating for her smaller girth with the speed of her flurry, while the second uses her weight advantage to withstand the barrage and deliver a few counter punches of her own. Neither has a lot of regard for technique, as the brawl is clearly more about personal hatred than any sense of competition.

In this manner, the two competitors go all around the ring for several seconds, the referee knowing better than to make any attempt at separating them. The contest remains incredibly close for a solid thirty seconds or more, before Skylynn decides to make her own advantage and pokes Blaise in the eye! 

The referee, having his vision blocked by the number one contender's body, does not see this, and Skylynn is therefore able to get away with it, and send Blaise reeling back, clutching at her face. The Champion, on the other hand, wastes no time, and promptly connects with a Pele kick to Blaise's head, taking her down for the first time.

As the Number One Contender goes down, Skylynn takes the time to stand over her and rant in her face, gloating about being the Champion and her, Blaise, being no more than a scrub. She punctuates this with a stomp to Blaise's head, before moving over to slap five with Leoni Frei. 

As she turns back away from her bodyguard, Skylynn spots Blaise getting to one knee, and does not hesitate – she promptly takes off across the mat, landing a brutal running boot to Blaise's head which takes her down once again! Skylynn covers!

ONE!

Blaise grabs for the ropes!

Skylynn, however, has made her point; she intends to dominate this match, by hook or by crook. As she rolls through off the pin, she makes a show of attempting to bring Blaise to her feet, but her opponent being too heavy, before once again leaning in to slap five with Leoni. The boos of the crowd intensify as the mockery sinks in, but Blaise seems totally oblivious to it, instead focusing on returning to her feet.

She just about manages to do so before Skylynn is back on attack. This time, the Champion hits a single leg dropkick to Blaise's stomach, doubling her over. Seeing her chance, Skylynn wastes no time climbing on the top rope and delivering a double-foot stomp to the back of Blaise's head. The Koopa Kick connects, as Skylynn goes to the well even early in the match! Blaise goes down face first onto the mat, and the Champion rolls her over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---Blaise's foot shoots to the ropes!!

Seeing what is occurring, Leoni steps forward and attempts to remove the contender's foot from the ropes, but too late – the referee has already interrupted the count, and the Swiss gets an admonishment for her troubles. Leoni protests this, but the referee is not backing down, and the Swiss therefore has no choice but to back away, still ranting and flipping two middle fingers to the official. He, however, manages to ignore her, and instead turns back to the action.

Leoni's distraction was not all bad, however, as Skylynn has managed to rake Blaise's back without the referee seeing. As such, when the official turns around, he finds the Number One Contender in the throes of a back-mounted triangle choke from Skylynn, and struggling to break loose.

Unsurprisingly, and considering the Number One Contender's size advantage, Blaise is eventuially able to rolls over onto her side. Skylynn tightens the hold, however, and the Number One Contender is once again forced to struggle, alternately attempting to break loose and reaching desperately for the ropes. The camera catches Blaise's pained grimace as she makes yet another unsuccessful attempt to reach the ropes, before being brought back down by her opponent.

Long moments elapse in which the Number One Contender continues to attempt to use her girth to turn the hold around in her favour. Most of her attempts are only halfway successful, if that, but still Blaise keeps on trying – now spurned on by the crowd's chant of 'YOU CAN MAKE IT!'

This seems to be what eventually spurns the fan-favourite on, as Blaise suddenly gives one mighty heave and is able to roll over onto her stomach, breaking Skylynn's hold in the process. Having done so, she immediately begins to crawl on all fours across the mat, drawing in big lungfuls of air as she seeks the safety of the ropes.

Skylynn, however, is still on the prowl, and quick to get to her feet after the triangle choke. She is unable to prevent Blaise from scurrying to the ropes, but appears to have no problem biding her time, slowly stalking her opponent as she waits for her to step away from the ropes...

...only to hit a chopblock to Blaise's knee once she does! The Number One Contender falls to one knee, with a cry, and Skylynn moves quickly, attempting to lock in a Dragon Sleeper!

This time, however, Blaise is alert, and shoots an elbow up into the Champion's face! Skylynn reels ever so slightly, and Blaise hits another! Skylynn reels again, and this gives Blaise enough space to break free and lunge forward into the ropes again!

Knowing the respite she bought herself was momentary at best, the Number One Contender is, however, quick to get to her feet – and not a moment too soon, either, as she manages to just about avoid another running boot from Sky, instead managing to throw her over the ropes to the outside with a back body drop!

With Skylynn momentarily down on the outside, Blaise finally has an opening in which to put some distance between herself and her challenger. Knowing better than to venture to the outside, where Underwoods and Freis await to hunt their natural prey, Blaise instead makes for the opposite end of the ring, where she bends over and places her hands on her knees, thankfully catching her breath.

By the time the Champion returns to the ring, however, Blaise is more than ready to meet her – as she proves when she takes off running and lands a kick to the side of Skylynn's head! Taken by surprise, the Champ goes down, and Blaise promptly motions as if to lift her up...

...only for Leoni Frei to quickly pull her out again!

The fans boo as Blaise's upper hand is taken away again, but Leoni does not particularly seem to mind. She seems to be goading Blaise to the outside, but it is clear the Coventrian is not falling for it, as she stays put in the centre of the ring, ignoring Leoni and telling Skylynn directly to 'get back in here.' The referee similarly does not seem best pleased, as he did spot Leoni's interference, and gives her a stern admonishment.

The group surrounding the Champion, however, do not seem too bothered by the official's ravings, and step away for a moment to make sure Skylynn is all right and fighting fit. Leoni shoots a number of sideways glances at Blaise, still attempting to goad her into her trap, but it continues to not work. The Coventrian stays put in the centre of the ring, waiting for her opponent to come back in without budging so much as an inch.

Eventually, and seeing their tactic is not working, Skylynn and company have no choice but to face facts. With a few final words of encouragement – or perhaps tactics – Leoni lets go of Skylynn, who slowly, gingerly re-enters the ring. Blaise, however, shows no signs of reacting, retaining the exact same position, arms folded, legs splayed, as Skylynn rolls under the bottom rope, gets to her feet, and starts barrelling towards her...

...only to suddenly, and quite literally, leap into action, catching the Champion with a standing moonsault fallaway slam...or at least attempting to. For while the slam part of the move connects, Blaise herself is unable to pull off the acrobatics, and lands awkwardly on top of Skylynn! The crowd give a groan of frustration as both women appear to be down for the count, while the referee starts his count:

ONE!

TWO!

Skylynn is still out cold, but Blaise is seen stirring, rolling over onto her back in pain.

THREE!

FOUR!

Still in pain, Blaise nonetheless makes an effort to sit up, only for a pang of pain to take her down again.

FIVE!

SIX!

The contender changes tack, instead rolling onto her back and dragging herself towards the nearby ropes.

SEVEN!

Blaise pulls herself up with the help of the ropes. Skylynn, on the other hand, is still out cold, and a nervous Leoni Frei paces nearby, waiting for her to recover.

EIGHT!

Blaise pulls herself all the way to a vertical position, and prepares to turn her attention back to her opponent, who is finally beginning to stir...

...only for Alexander Underwood to tug at her leg, making her trip!

The referee sees this, and promptly comes over to admonish the manager, who nonetheless tries to feign innocence. The two have a long moment's altercation, all while Blaise attempts – and succeeds – to pull herself back to her feet at last.

The purpose of all this becomes clear when the referee stops his count to deal with Underwood, buying Skylynn several more seconds with which to recover. In this, she is helped by Leoni Frei, who sneaks into the ring and begins trying to speed up her client and friend's recovery process. 

Blaise sees this, however, and promptly alerts the referee, who turns around and catches Leoni red-handed! The Swiss once again begins to protest, but the referee has has enough – he signals for Underwood and Frei to make their way to the back, effectively expelling them from ringside!

The crowd cheer as the referee's decision becomes clear, while Alexander and Leoni can hardly believe what has just transpired. Both engage the referee verbally, quite vehemently, but the official is unrelenting, threatening to escalate the case if the duo do not leave ringside. Leoni glowers at the official dangerously, but a few words from Underwood seem to sway her, and she follows Skylynn's manager to the back, stomping her feet and throwing middle fingers every step of the way.

Meanwhile, at ringside, the noise has not yet died down, as the fans continue to express their delight for the fact that the odds have just been evened. Blaise herself seems relieved to have the space to work on Skylynn at leisure without having to watch her back, and promptly seeks to capitalise, leaning in to bring Skylynn to her feet!

The crowd's cheer grows even louder as Blaise scoops the smaller wrestler up and positions her for her signature Argentine powerbomb, the Coventry Blitz...

...only for it to be reversed into a DDT!

The fans groan as Blaise's offence is once again cut short, and Skylynn once again finds a way out of a predicament. The Champion manages to ignore the negative reaction pouring down on her from the stands, however, as she crawls towards the corner and grabs onto the turnbuckle. She pulls herself to her feet and looks behind her, to check on Blaise. Seeing her opponent just rolling through to one knee, she wastes no time scurrying up the corner post, reaching the top just in time to dive onto the oncoming Blaise with her trademark delayed rotation moonsault, the Sky High...

...which Blaise dodges!!! The Champion hits the mat hard, and bounces back up...

...DIRECTLY INTO AN EXOCET BIG BOOT! 

The crowd explode once again as Blaise comes back into the match with a shout, but devolve into an uncertain reaction as Blaise chooses not to cover, instead falling back onto the ropes to look down at the prone Skylynn. 

For a long moment, as the Champion slowly regains consciousness, then her bearings, the Number One Contender's intentions are unclear; once Skylynn rolls to her feet again, however, Blaise's plan comes to light, as the Coventrian leaps forward to hit her opponent with ANOTHER EXOCET!!! Down goes Skylynn once again, and this time, Blaise does cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!! Last minute kickout by Skylynn!!!

The fans' cheers die in their throats, replaced with a groan of frustration as Sky gets her shoulder up at the last minute. Blaise, however, knows she is finally in it, and wastes no time lamenting her luck, instead attempting to lock her opponent into her seated stretch muffler, the Godiva Lock! Skylynn, however, thinks fast, and leaps forward, grabbing the ropes just in the nick of time to avoid the submission. The referee promptly tells Blaise to release the hold, which the challenger does without argument. Not wishing to lose her hard earned upper hand, however, the Coventrian stays close to Skylynn, waiting for her opponent to regain a vertical position and step away from the ropes to pull her down into a German suplex! 

Skylynn goes flying over, but quickly rolls through to her feet...just in time to get hit with a running crossbody from Blaise! The crowd cheers as the challenger drops down into another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

...Skylynn grabs the ropes!

Blaise is now firmly in control, however, and a chant of the challenger's name spreads through the Indigo. This causes a small smile to break across her face as she once again brings Skylynn up, only to take her down with a backbreaker! Blaise keeps hold of her opponent, not letting her slip to the mat, and once again brings her to her feet, trapping her head between her legs to set up a powerbomb attempt. A moment later, she lifts Skylynn...

…who escapes by reversing the move into a hurricanrana!

The crowd groan in dismay as Blaise once again goes flying to the mat, whilst Sky legs it across the mat to the opposite turnbuckle. There, she waits for Blaise to return to her feet before taking off running and attempting a Bank Shot superkick...

...WHICH BLAISE DODGES, popping up behind Skylynn...

...WHO REVERSES AS WELL, grabbing the Number One Contender's head as she vaults backwards into the Skyline shiranui...

...WHICH GETS REVERSED INTO A SIDE SLAM BY BLAISE!!! The Indigo reaches fever pitch as the Number One Contender comes out on top of the exchange, and crawls on top of the Champion for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO! NOT YET!!! SKYLYNN KICKS OUT!!!

Blaise cannot avoid a grimace as the Champion lifts her shoulder up yet again, but consoles herself with the idea that she still has the upper hand. She pulls herself to her feet, and once again bends down to pick up Skylynn...

...then halts herself midway...

...and looks towards the nearby turnbuckle.

The camera closes in on the Number One Contender's face just as a grin is seen broaching it. She looks all around her at the fever pitch crowd, and points at the corner post inquisitively. A room-wide roar of 'YES! YES! YES!' is all the persuasion she needs, and she promptly takes to the turnbuckle. Slowly, fully feeling the effects of a gruelling match, she begins to climb, almost slipping off as she places a foot on the first turnbuckle, but eventually making her way to the second....

….only to be pulled down into a rollup by Skylynn! The crowd groans as the referee drops down to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-BLAISE REVERSES THE ROLLUP!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! SKYLYNN KICKS OUT!!

The two women lie in the mat for a long moment after the unsuccessful rollup attempt from Blaise, clearly exhausted. The fans themselves seem in need of a breather, as they continue to lose their minds all around the ringside area. As for the referee, he simply does his job, starting the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Blaise begins to pull herself up to a seated position!

THREE!

Skylynn does the same!

FOUR!

Blaise rolls over onto all fours and reaches for the nearby ropes!

FIVE!

Skylynn once again mirrors her contender's actions!

SIX!

Both women pull themselves up to their feet!

SEVEN!

Blaise attempts to stagger out of the corner...

...only for Skylynn to leap onto her, looking for the Skyfall DDT, the move that won her a Championship on the very first UKWF show...

…but instead find herself being scooped up onto her opponent's shoulders, as Blaise reacts quickly and shifts her position to reverse the move! The crowd finally blow their top as the Number One Contender spins her opponent out of her shoulders and connects with the Coventry Blitz powerbomb! Blaise holds on for a pin, the referee slides in, and the crowd prepare to explode...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

AND THE INDIGO COMES UNDONE AS A NEW UKWF CHAMPION IS CROWNED!

WINNER in 26:32 and NEW UKWF Champion: Blaise Fader

The noise levels inside the small London venue are absolutely deafening as Blaise clambers to her feet and staggers forward to receive her prize from the match referee. Tears flow copiously from the fan favourite's eyes as she lifts it aloft, her other hand being held up by the match referee, as all around her the arena continues to become unglued. All in all, a perfect end for a night of thrills and spills...

...were it not for the fact that Skylynn decides to attack the new Champion!!!

Distracted in her moment of glory, Blaise never sees it coming, and is taken down with a swift Bank Shot, which sends her down to the mat! Skylynn makes as if to retrieve the belt from the newly crowned Champion and take it away herself....

...but stops short as the Indigo's mood switches again, the deafening boos and soda-cup-throwing once again turning to a sound of excitement. Skylynn whirls around...

...and gets whacked in face with a chair shot by Juliet Black, who has chosen the most impactful moment to make a statement!!! The former Champion crumples to the mat, as Dublin Trouble tosses the chair aside and throws an avid glance at the ultimate prize in the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation herself. Slowly, with the Indigo simmering in a slow boil, the rough Irishwoman bends down...

...plucks the strap off the prone body of the new Champion...

...and holds it up herself.

It is in this impacting image, its message inequivocal, that another thrill-packed UKWF broadcast concludes.