UKWF Genesis RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The feed opens with a few bars from The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight', over a black and white montage of shots of wrestlers performing their moves. In the background is the traditional Union Jack, over which a logo eventually appears informing viewers of what they are watching:

From there, the feed cuts to the inside of London's historic Electric Ballroom, which is all decked out for UKWF's debut. The camera briefly lingers on the bar area, where the venue's staff have their hands full with numerous thirsty patrons, before panning over the ringside area itself. The ring is at ground level, the fans pushed right up against it, while the announce table sits up on the stage, next to the curtain leading to the backstage area. It is there that the camera takes viewers next, to meet the new company's announce duo: a prim, blonde, middle-aged lady and her polar opposite, a stocky, rugged man in a black wifebeater and newsboy cap. It is the former who welcomes viewers to the broadcast, in upper-class London tones:

Woman: Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation. I am Kerry Buckingham, two-time Pulitzer prize runner-up and wrestling analyst extraordinaire!

At this point, the man cuts in, drawing a sneer from his colleague:

Man: An' I'm Baz Jones, two-time 'ardcore Champion an' arse-kicker extrovert!

Kerry Buckingham: ...extraordinaire, you uncultured lout...

Baz, however, pays his counterpart little mind as he continues:

Barry Jones: An' bloomin' heck, is this an excitin' night or what, eh? Crownin' a bloody Champion, we are!

Kerry: That's right. Tonight's programme will feature three qualifying matches, followed by a Triple Threat main event, which will see Sterling Everett become the first-ever UKWF Champion!

Baz: Oi! You don't know that, luv! Could be anybody!

Kerry: Yes, but Sterling is the thinking person's choice. Not that you would know...

Baz: Me? I don't give a monkey's! I just wanner see some brawlin'!

As Kerry tries her best to hold back her expression of disapproval, a cheer arises from the crowd. This is directed at four gentlemen, who have just appeared near the entrance area and are standing overlooking the crowd.

Kerry: Oh, heavens, our owners! Do I look presentable?

Baz: You look crackin', luv!

This actually does draw a smile from Kerry, even in spite of herself. She and Baz turn towards the curtain, where one of the gentlemen – the shortest one, a slim man in a well-cut suit – has taken up the microphone:

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation's inaugural show!

The fans give a cheer, which the man acknowledges with a grin before continuing:

Lord Vycious: On behalf of myself, Lord Peter Vycious, and my fellow members of the Board of Investors...thank you for helping make this dream reality!

Another cheer, drawing smiles from all the gentlemen. Lord Vycious's is perhaps the widest, as he concludes:

Lord Vycious: Now...if you please...do enjoy your evening!

With this, and amid another considerable cheer, the four gentlemen retire, allowing the evening's festivities to begin!

Baz: Short an' sweet, just 'ow I likes it!

Kerry does not retort to this – busy as she is watching the dapper gentlemen retreat – and it is therefore up to Baz to add:

Baz: Now, let's get crackin', like!

And a moment later, when a theme song erupts across the Ballroom's sound system, that is exactly what happens!

[UKWF]

UKWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match A
Ursula Areano v Valerie Holcomb

Both competitors meet in the very centre of the ring to shake hands as the bell rings. They circle the ring and we begin with a simple collar and elbow tieup as both women are trying to gain the upper hand, none of them being successful. Ursula pushes Valerie to the corner and the ref signals a rope. He starts the count, but the more experienced of the two competitors provides a quick clean break. The ladies lock up again in the middle of the ring, this time Ursula Areano quickly snaps on a Wristlock on her opponent. The Argentinian Scrapper quickly transitions into a Waistlock, lifts Valerie Holcomb up a bit, then slams her to the ground with a sort of a Greco-Roman throw. Quick as a fox, Ursula goes for a Front Chancery on the downed opponent, but Valerie quickly slips out of the hold and takes a few steps back as both women get a round of applause from our audience after the slow, strategic start.

Areano signals for another lockup, Holcomb looks to go for it, then quickly sneaks behind her opponent and slaps on a Waistlock. She pushes Ursula to the corner turnbuckles, then does a backwards roll and charges towards the cornered opponent, sending her down with a Dropkick. She covers, the ref counts to one but Ursula kicks out swiftly. Valerie keeps her opponent grounded, trapping Ursula’s left arm and delivering elbow shots to the exposed shoulder, perhaps setting up for the Holcomb Stretch, but Areano gets her foot on the rope and the ref forces the break. Ursula rolls out of the ring for a breather, Valerie charges for perhaps a Suicide Dive… Areano catches her with an Enzuigiri between the ropes! Holcomb is hanging like dead meat on the middle rope as her opponent hops on the apron and delivers another big kick, this time to the temple, to knock her back into the ring. Ursula quickly returns to the ring and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Ursula wastes no time, gets Valerie on her feet and Irish Whips her to the corner. She immediately charges towards her and hits a Double Knee Strike - The Argentina Train! Valerie collapses down to the canvas as Ursula quickly climbes the ropes looking to put her opponent to rest early… she goes for Death From Above… Holcomb rolls out of the way! Areano lands flat on her arse! Valerie bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a brutal Single Leg Dropkick to the face of her seated opponent! Suddenly the tables have turned as Valerie covers…

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- Kickout!

Valerie lifts Ursula up to her feet. Areano goes for a swing, but misses as Holcomb quickly moves behind her… Saito Suplex! But the Iron Woman lands very close to the ropes and takes advantage of her ring generalship, rolling away from the ring again. Valerie wastes no time and slingshots herself out of the ring straight onto Ursula to a huge cheer from the crowd! Ursula climbs the entrance steps up onto the stage, but Valerie follows her. They start trading punches up on the stage when suddenly Areano dodges a blow and gets Holcomb up on her shoulders… Samoan Drop on the stage! The referee instructs both women they should return to the ring and they do so as Ursula pushes Valerie back under the bottom rope and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NO!

Valerie kicks out just as the timekeeper informs us we’ve passed the ten minute mark. Ursula drags her up, Valerie pushes her away out of desperation, Ursula bounces right back, Tilt-a-Whirl… into a Guillotine Choke! Submission predicament, dead centre of the ring! Holcomb tries to fight the submission for quite some time, even falls to one knee at one point… but the crowd is willing her to go on as she gets back on her feet and charges towards the corner, dropping Ursula back first into the buckles, forcing her to break the submission. She backs up a few steps, then charges towards Ursula, hitting her with a Back Elbow. She follows up with a Snapmare, bounces off the ropes… huge Uppercut! She hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- KICKOUT!

Valerie is the first up on her feet and signals for her opponent to get the hell up. Ursula gets up slowly, Valerie points at her head… Superkick! The Right Stuff, as Holcomb calls it, hits the spot… but Areano’s still on her feet! Wobbly, but standing! Valerie hits The Right Stuff again, this time to the knee! Areano’s down on all four, Holcomb grabs her… La Magistral Cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEKICKOUT!

Holcomb immediately gets Areano up, Irish Whips her to the ropes, the Iron Woman bounces back… and hits a Floatover DDT! Out of nowhere! She covers Valerie!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEANOTHER KICKOUT!

The crowd goes bananas for both competitors as they slowly drag themselves up to their vertical base. The final minute is announced. They are face to face, middle of the ring. Ursula Areano lands a slap! Forearm smash by Valerie! One by Ursula! One by Valerie! Another by Ursula! A straight punch by Valerie! Ursula is wobbly, Valerie grabs her as if she’s going for a Suplex… hooks her leg, goes for the Sydney Opera House… Ursula blocks! She doesn’t allow her opponent to hit the Fisherman Suplex! Final few seconds… Ursula turns it into a Small Package pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE JUST AS THE BELL RINGS!

Everyone in the Electric Ballroom is dead silent - was it a time limit draw? Did Ursula manage to get the pin? The referee leans out of the ring and explains the whole situation to Katherine Kensington, our ring announcer. She puts the mic to her lips.

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen the referee informed me of his decision regarding this match… and YOUR WINNER, at the time of exactly fifteen minutes, is URSULA AREANO!

The crowd cheers as “Weight of the World” hits the PA. Both women help each other to their feet and Valerie raises Ursula’s arm in victory as “THAT WAS AWESOME!” Chant breaks out.

WINNER in EXACTLY 15:00 and advancing to the UKWF Championship Tournament Final: Ursula Areano

[UKWF]

As the two participants of the opening match are escorted to the back, to a huge round of applause, the theme song to 'Match of The Day' starts up on the venue speakers. Shortly thereafter, a young man with buzzcut hair and sporting a Millwall FC jersey top emerges through the curtain, a microphone already in his hand. A step behind him, in a tight white dress, impossibly high heels and with her blonde hair tied in a bun, totters a shapely young woman, a smug expression on her too-made-up face. As the pair walk down the ramp, she makes a point of shaking her assets to select members of the audience, giving them lip every time one of them tries to reach in. She puts an end to this when the lad pointedly drags her away by the arm, in the direction of the ring steps.

Baz: Millwall? Oooerrrr...I 'ates this lad already!

So too, apparently, does the crowd, who shower the youngster with boos – perhaps for having the gall of dragging his eye-pleasing girlfriend away. He all but ignores the reaction, however, as he brings the microphone to his lips and addresses the fans in attendance:

Man: Alrite, you wankers?!

The boos intensify, but the lad pays them no mind.

Man: Right, listen up. In case you cunts don't know 'oo we are, lemme 'elp yez. I'm the G-Man, the Gavster, the 'ardest lad in London. This 'ere's me bird Shaz. An' if ya so much as look at 'er, you's getting yer teeth kicked in!

More boos.

Baz: 'ardest lad, are ya? Riiiight...

Gav: Together, we're the Glam'n'Slam Connection! Shaz does the glam, an' me...I does the slam!

At this point, Gav turns towards the entrance ramp.

Gav: An' speakin' o' slam...somebody said I 'ad a match, innit? So let's do this shit!

A moment later, the youngster gets his wish, as Slaves' 'Live Like An Animal' starts up, heralding the arrival of his opponent!

[UKWF]

UKWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match B
Sterling Everett v Gav The Chav

Sterling makes a beeline for Gav the moment he steps through the curtain, leading the youth to throw his microphone aside and put his fists up in a fighting stance. As the bigger man enters the ring, Gav is ready, and immediately launches at him with a flurry of punches! These stagger Everett, backing him up against the ropes, but only until the Brum Bruiser can get in a punch of his own. At that moment, the 'hardest lad in London' goes down like a tonne of bricks.

Shaz's shrieks provide the soundtrack as Sterling takes control, picking the semi-conscious Gav up and delivering a powerslam. He picks the youth up again, and throws him over with a German suplex! Gav lands hard, and Everett flexes for the crowd!

Shazza is still screaming, but goes silent as Everett stares her down. The Brum Bruiser does not lose focus, however, and walks over to pick up his opponent, who is just recovering with the aid of the ropes. Not for long, however – soon, he is being planted with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Sterling covers, but it only gets two!

Still firmly in control, the Brum Bruiser once again brings his increasingly unresponsive opponent to his feet, this time delivering a spinebuster! Only two again! Gav is brought back to his feet and set up for the Death Valley Driver...

...but slips out!

The youngster uses what strength he has left to put some distance between himself and Everett. He drops off the apron and hides behind his girlfriend, earning the mockery of both his opponent and the crowd! This does buy him some time, however, and he is able to slip back into the ring a safe distance away from Sterling.

Everett regains the ring and once again engages Gav, this time rushing at him with a spear. The youth, however, dodges, and Sterling bounces off the ropes with another! Gav barely dodges again, and this time, he pops up behind Everett and traps his arms! He then looks towards his girlfriend and gives some sort of signal. Shaz nods and reaches into her dress, bringing out a small bottle! With both men blocking the referee's view, it looks as though Sterling is about to fall prey to some cheating!

When the blonde does spray the perfume in front of her, however, the Brum Bruiser telegraphs and dodges it. As such, the blast hits...Shaz's boyfriend! Gav lets go of Everett and stumbles around, blinded, while the now livid Brum Bruiser regains his bearings. It does not take more than a moment before Everett is reaching for his opponent and flinging him...right at his girlfriend! Gav's body weight sends Shazza hurtling off the apron to the floor, while the groggy youth rebounds off the ropes...

...straight into the path of a Birmingham Bomber lariat! The crowd explodes as the cheating youth goes down yet again - and this time, the blow keeps him down for three! An impressive performance sees Sterling Everett advance to the one-night tournament's final!

WINNER in 3:02 and advancing to the UKWF Championship Tournament final: Sterling Everett

[UKWF]

As the hapless Gav gets escorted out by his girlfriend and some ring officials, the lights suddenly fade to blackness. An eerie red glow begins to take over the Electric Ballroom in London. The fans who have gathered begin to feel uncomfortable as they stand to their feet in unison trying to look around to see exactly what is going on. “Nymphetamine Fix” By Cradle of Filth begins to echo throughout the small venue.

Kerry: “What, what the hell is going on!?”

Baz: “I don’t know, Kerry. But I’m not quite sure how I feel about whatever it is!”

Suddenly, a strange duo appear within the red light. The men look down at the ring and both point. The venue stem’s back into blackness. A few seconds the lights flicker back on and both men are standing inside the ring and each have microphones.

Sawyer Bates: “I see the way you all look at us. We scare you. You are afraid of us. There is no need to be afraid. Let go of your fears. Embrace us. We are here to help all of you because there is a need to let go of your sins and embrace them for the ideals that they are. My mother use to tell me and my brother that everybody goes a little mad sometimes. Humanity forces you to live by ten commandments. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not steal. Humanity wants to create slaves and servants. Serve your god or fear his wrath. How is that freedom?”

Sawyer lowers his microphone and Samuel steps forward.

Samuel Bates: “Today is judgement day. Kneel before us. Kneel for The Bates Society and together, as your liberators, my brother and I can lead all of you in a new world order. No longer will you….

Samuel is interrupted, however, as “Heavy Metal Suicide” by Ringo Deathstarr starts playing.

Kerry: “Who’s this, now?”

Three hooded figures walk down the ramp and when they get close enough to the ring one of them takes what looks to be a mini-canon from the robe and then shoots a t-shirt to the ring, when the T-shirt opens, it clearly reads “The Master Sisters”. The audience had been cheering ever since the small figure had shown the cannon, but the cheers became much more audible when, finally, the three girls took their hoodies to reveal to be Aurora, Dawn and Moonlight Master. Aurora is carrying the microphone, but she hands it to the smallest sister, Dawn, who’s looking at the duo with a smirk on her face.

Dawn Master: “ Fear you? Nobody fears you. Who do you think you are? Cthulhu? Well, you’re not, you’re just two little guys who read the bible and now decided to twist it’s meaning like a crazy old lady near the mall. These people don’t kneel before old ladies! They’ll knell before me! Their awesome super villain, Carnival! And my New World Order says ‘Sin as much as you want, be mad, have fun. I don’t really give a bleep!’”
13:34

Dawn hands the microphone to Aurora.

Aurora Master: “You seem a little confused, so let me tell you who we are. That little pink haired punk is Dawn Master, she calls herself “Doctor Carnival” and she IS mad. I’m Aurora Master, The Superior One, the smartest AND most intelligent person the whole wide world. And this…

Aurora slaps the belly of the third sister, a 6ft 2in young woman.

Aurora Master: “This is our little sister, we’re a bit overprotective of her, but don’t worry, she can fend herself if she needs to. She’s Moonlight! MURDERBOOOOOOOOOOOSS! Master! And she’s the reason why you should be running away from that ring right now. Any questions?”

Voice: Only one!

The voice that answers Aurora's question belongs to a smartly-dressed young man with slicked-back blond hair, who appears on the entrance platform. Behind him, a cocky smirk on his features, is a similarly-attired man with long brown hair in a ponytail – evidently his partner. As the British sisters and the American brothers look on in slight befuddlement, the blond continues:

Man: My only question is...are you free the weekend after next?

As he says this, the man looks straight at Aurora, a grin dancing on his features. The blonde Master Sister, however, is not amused, and states she just might be busy. The man, however, does not skip a beat:

Man: Excellent answer, my dear. You will, indeed, be busy...making sure your sisters are not too badly hurt by myself and my partner!

This draws the boos of the crowd in attendance, causing the blond man to smirk.

Baz: I thought 'e were 'bout to ask 'er out, like!

Kerry: So did I, actually...

The newcomer, however, has other intentions, which he reveals a moment later as he introduces himself and his partner:

Man: See...we do not call ourselves the Best of British just for sport. And there is no way we were going to let our fathers' company move forward without the two of us taking part! So, what say you? In two weeks...shall we have a bit of fun?

The Sisters reply in vehemently positive fashion, drawing the cheers of the crowd. The second member of the late-coming team, however, leans forward to speak to his partner, pointing at the other two wrestlers in the ring. The blond is visibly displeased, but concedes, with a dismissive wave of a hand:

Man: Ugh...fine...you two may join in as well...

With this, the two youths retreat back the way they came, leaving the three sisters to fume and the two American brothers to whisper among themselves.

Kerry: Well...it would seem something is going on on our upcoming show involving tag teams! Exactly what it is remains to be seen...but at least I shall have some eye-candy...

It is to the sound of the announcer's swooning sighs that the feed cuts backstage!

[UKWF]

The scene opens in a dark room with a candle being lit. The superstar who lit the candle looks into the camera as another figure comes in to the camera angle. The figure then begins to speak.

Man #1: Those who don't know us, please allow me to introduce us. My name is Phil Jones.. and this young man beside me is the future in this company. This man will take this company to the top. The UK Wrestling federation will forever be changed by this man.

Phil Jones pats the superstars back as he continues speaking

Phil Jones: This man is a prophecy. A young prophecy that will be told in the UK federation for years. He is the whole package from top to bottom, this man will shape this whole federation. He-

The superstar chimes in.

Man #2 : I can speak for myself.. UK Federation, you will have a sight to behold. A sight like none other. You will not tune in next week for the show, you will not tune in for the title match, no.. You will tune in to see me.

The superstar shows a slight smirk as he continues talking.

Man #2 : I will be the best to have ever graced a UK ring. I will be the best to ever hold a UK title. I will be a legend. No, it's not ignorance.. It's confidence. My name is Dylan Fall. You all have been warned.

Dylan Fall blows out the candle as the scene comes to an end.

[UKWF]

UKWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match C
Skylynn Reed v Cindy Warren v Amy Drew

From the onset of the bell, all three participants in this first round tournament match were eager to impress. Whether they wished to impress the UK fans or the UKWF management, their engines fired on all cylinders. There was no advantage to be had for the start of the match. Skylynn Reed leapfrogged Amy Drew when Cindy Warren Irish whipped her across the ring. Amy rolls through a Cindy spin kick. Cindy drops down to avoid a Skylynn dropkick. Bodies fly, they crash, but nobody stays down. And nobody can gain any clear lead.

Two minutes in, Amy Drew and Cindy Warren are reversing wristlocks back-and-forth. Skylynn hits both of them with a dropkick, eat foot profoundly striking both women. Amy and Cindy took a spill to the floor. The crowd swelled up in anticipation, and the young aerodynamic didn't keep them waiting. Skylynn took her approach, leaped to the top rope, and flipped forward...

...straight onto the floor! The fans have opened a clearing at ringside when they saw Skylynn prepare to dive, and with Amy and Cindy moving, the youngster crashes straight to the hard floor of the Electric Ballroom!

Amy and Cindy barely escaped as Skylynn's head met with the concrete floor. On the apron, Cindy looks back at Skylynn before meeting Amy. The two trade a pair of forearm shots, before Amy's flash of brilliance: a headscissor takedown, using the ropes for leverage, turning and sending Cindy Warren back into the ring the hard way.

Cindy got back up rather quickly, and the crowd approved of the innovative move. Amy lines Cindy up, flipping over the top rope. Cindy, however, rolls through the sunset flip attempt after a two-count. Grabbing Amy's legs, she flips over her with a bridging pin. This also is only good for two. Amy then ties Cindy up intoa small package. This gets two and a half. Cindy kicks out, and both women rise to their feet. Cindy now tries to roll Amy up in a quick small package, which gets her two and two thirds (along with a rhythmic stomp from the cheering crowd.)

With Amy and Cindy realizing that the other is not ready to be put down yet, the pace slows for the next couple of minutes. Amy, whipped across the ring, is brought down with a back body drop. Cindy follows this up with a Northern Lights suplex, bridging a pin that only gets her a little more than two. Cindy stayed in control, ending the offensive combo with a devastating swinging neckbreaker that bounced Amy Drew high enough off the canvas to flip her down onto her stomach. Cindy Warren now had a different approach to winning her slot into the tournament finals: if she could not pin Amy, she would make her submit.

Cindy locked in a Camel Clutch. Amy kicked her feet, clawed at her hands, even tried rising up onto her knees. Cindy keps the hold tightened in. Amy is asked about submitting. It didn't happen. She was asked again. It still didn't happen. Amy gets one last burst of wind, powering herself up onto all fours. She tries slipping out backwards, with her toes grazing the bottom rope. Cindy pulls Amy away from the ropes, to avoid a rope break. Amy Drew has nowhere to go. 

But before Cindy Warren could pull back and get her submission victory, there was one other factor in this match she had forgotten about. That factor blew the roof off the arena when she flew back into the ring, over the adjacent ropes, with a missile-like forearm shot to break the hold. 

After three minutes on the floor, Skylynn Reed was back in the match.

Skylynn sent Cindy for the ride, into the corner. Skylynn rushed in, landing a kneelift into the midsection. Pulling out, she whips Cindy into the opposite corner. Skylynn lands a second kneelift, getting ready to whip Cindy out a third time. Cindy reverses the whip, and Skylynn takes the tumble into the corner Flair-flipping over the ropes and onto the apron. Meanwhile, Amy Drew is back on her feet, and whipping Cindy into the same corner. 

Cindy also flips in the corner, only she falls partially to the outside. One of her legs stays folded over the middle rope. Amy Drew notices a shadow in the sky above her, as Skylynn is in the middle of a moonsault with the airtime of an average NFL punt. When Skylynn lands after going Sky High, she covers Amy in a north-south pin predicament.

Cindy Warren quickly moves to break up the pin, but she struggles as her boots' laces are now caught in the turnbuckle pad. Cindy struggles, even attempting to remove the boot quickly. Just as her foot slides out of the boot and she gets halfway through the ropes, the referee's hand hits the canvas for the third and final time in the match. Skylynn Reed has moved on to the finals.

WINNER in 7:55 and advancing to the UKWF Championship Tournament final: Skylynn Reed

[UKWF]

As Amy Drew and Cindy Warren retreat to the back, Skylynn is told to stay in the ring, as the tournament final is up next! First, however, the feed cuts back to the announce table, to focus on Barry and Kerry once again.

Kerry: Ladies and gentlemen, this is it. The moment we have all been waiting for. Sterling Everett's coronation as the initial UKWF Champion!

Baz: I dunno, luv...this Skylynn bird's a right scrapper! An' that Ursula, she's well strong for a bird, as well!

Kerry: Don't be ridiculous. Sterling is a shoe-in for the belt! He has everything – the muscle, the experience, the intelligence...this Skylynn used to wrestle for that place I worked at in America, and I can tell you, dear, she is not all that impressive!

Baz: Well...I likes 'er!

Before Kerry can reply one way or another, a rustle in the crowd turns into a cheer, as one of the owners of UKWF walks through the curtain, in the company of a muscular young man. The older man has his hand on the youngster's shoulder, and keeps it there as he brings his microphone to his lips to address the crowd:

Man: Good evening. My name is James Kensington, part owner of the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation, and I would like to request a moment of your time.

The crowd willingly give it to him, and he continues:

James Kensington: As I am sure you are aware, certain among my relatives have roles at UKWF. There is, for instance, our ring announcer – my daughter – the lovely Katherine...

A cheer for Katherine, who flusters and smiles up at her father and his young companion. The young man smiles back, saying something off the mic to the attractive brunette, but is cut off by James:

James: ...and I hear my nephew Nigel and his partner were here a few moments ago as well.

Kerry: They must have been those two young men we saw earlier...

Baz: Yeah. The posh wankers...

James: However, there is one more member of my family I would like to introduce.

James indicates the young man, who grins.

James: This young chap right here. The light of my Katherine's life. Mr. Johnny Ajax!

A cheer from fans who recognise Ajax.

James: Now, I initially invited John to join us as a member of the roster, but he was forced to decline due to a bad knee injury. However, he was excited to take part in the project, and therefore, I thought I might give him a say in the running of this company!

The gentleman pauses, as the small but vocal crowd simmers.

James: Ladies and gentlemen...may I introduce...the General Manager of the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation!

The crowd explodes, as Katherine literally jumps for joy at ringside, smiling and clapping happily. As for John, he declines the offer to say a few words, instead just gripping James's hand in a former sealing of the deal before the two men return backstage.

Baz: So that lad is our boss, then, is he?

Kerry: That's right! And quite a sight for old eyes, as well...

Baz: Oi! 'aven't you 'eard the old bloke? 'E's married to that girl over there!

Kerry: A girl can still look, darling...

Baz seems poised to reply, but before he can do so, Katherine takes to the centre of the ring, and all attentions turn to her. It is time – time for the match that will determine the very first UKWF Champion!

[UKWF]

UKWF Championship Tournament FINAL
UKWF Championship Match
Skylynn Reed v Sterling Everett v Ursula Areano

Katherine looks over the crowd a moment, then flashes Skylynn a grin, before announcing:

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit, and it will determine the inaugural UKWF Champion!

A cheer from the crowd, as the girl continues:

Katherine: Already in the ring, from Malibu, California, USA, weighing 122 pounds...the winner of the third qualifying match this evening...SKYLYNN REED!

Skylynn holds up an arm as Riot by Cole Rolland & Lauren Babic starts up on the Electric Ballroom's sound system.

Kerry: Malibu, California...that's where I worked before, you know, dear. Good times...

As Kerry sighs about her previous commentating tenure, 'Riot' dies down, to be replaced a moment later by the guitar riff of "Live Like An Animal", which kicks in as the lights flicker. Sterling Everett walks on the entrance stage, his barbed wired cricket bat in hand. He marches towards the ring to a chorus of boos from the fans. He places his bat by one of the corners of the ring and climbs into the ring. He takes off his tanktop and throws it down to ringside before moving to his corner.

Katherine: And her opponent, from Birmingham, West Midlands, weighing 250 pounds...the winner of the second qualifying match of the evening...STERLING EVERETT!

Kerry: There he is! The future Champion!! Look at the muscles on that man!

Before Kerry can gush any further, however, Evanescence's "Weight of the World" is heard on the sound system. Ursula comes out from behind the curtain. When she gets to the ramp, raises her arms feeling the energy of the crowd. She walks down the length of the ramp, swinging both her hips and her arms. She enters the ring and walks over to the ropes, standing on the bottom rope and bending over to smile at the fans in the first few rows. She then gets off the ropes and walks to one side of the ring and waits for the officials to start the match. 

Katherine: And their opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, USA, weighing 125 pounds...she is the winner of the FIRST qualifying match of the evening...URSULA AREANO!!

Baz: Ooerr...there's a bird you don't want mad at yez!

Kerry: Muscles on a woman are so unbecoming...!

Once all three contenders are in the ring, Katherine primly steps off, allowing the three to step closer to one another. Sterling glowers at the two women but, to their credit, neither backs off from the 250-pound man.

Kerry: Look at the intensity of Sterling Everett! He is the definition of Champion! These two girls stand no chance!

Baz: We'll 'ave to see, won't we?

Kerry: ...not really...

As the three competitors face off against one another, the camera pans to another section of the Electric Ballroom, where a man makes his entrance to a small cheer from nearby fans. '

Kerry: Viewers familiar with American independent wrestling may recognise the man who just made his entrance at the far end of the room as Mark Storm, former EWC World Heavyweight Champion. Mr. Storm has signed with UKWF, but is not scheduled to appear here tonight, and has decided to join us as a spectator!

Baz: Always good t'do a bit o' scoutin' before'and, innit?

Kerry: Yes, he will be wanting to see what he is up against in his new company...

Before the two announcers can discuss the new arrival any further, however, the bell rings, signalling the start of the match!

Straight away, Sterling shows what he is in London for by ramming the two women with clotheslines! Both females hit the mat, and Everett chooses to pick up Ursula. As he is setting her into position for a powerslam, however, he gets dropkicked in the back by the plucky Sky! He whirls around, glowering, and picks the young redhead up instead, delivering a powerslam to her!

Baz: Blimey! That's got ter hurt...

As Sky hits the mat, however, the recovered Ursula comes from behind and grabs a headlock on Sterling. The Brum Bruiser shoots an elbow out, breaking the hold, then turns around swinging a lariat! Thinking on her toes, however, Ursula dodges, and goes behind the bigger man for a suplex – an impressive feat of strength considering the weight difference!

Both competitors roll through to their feet just as Skylynn is starting to recover. They pay the youngster no attention, however, as Ursula lunges at Sterling yet again! This time, it is the Brum Bruiser who dodges, and when Ursula tries to turn around, there is a spear waiting for her! The force of the impact sends the Argentinian toppling over the top rope to the outside, and Sterling turns his attention back to the groggy Sky!

Kerry: Oh dear...

Sterling picks Skylynn up and sets up a spinebuster. As he is lifting the youngster, however, she escapes by way of a headscissors! She runs over to the ropes and tries a springboard back elbow, which rattles Everett and sends him stumbling back. Skylynn rolls over to her feet and seeks to capitalse with a running single-leg dropkick. The Brum Bruiser sees it coming, however, and ducks, throwing the Aussie to the outside with a back body drop!

Now alone in the ring, Sterling takes a moment to pace the ring and flex to the crowd, who seem divided between cheering the big man and booing his cocky demeanour. Sterling does not seem to care one way or another, and continues to pose and throw verbal barbs at assorted fans.

This, however, ends up costing him, as it allows Ursula Areano to re-enter the ring at her leisure, creep up from behind, and land another German suplex! She keeps her hands locked around Everett's waist, and lands a second! She then twists around once more and lands a third, really displaying her strength!

Baz: Bloody 'ell! Wouldn't wanner be her bloke if that's how she is when she's mad...

Ursula pops up to her feet again and raises an arm, acknowledging the good reaction the crowd are now giving her. She turns back to Sterling, intending to cover him...

...and finds a diving Skylynn hurtling her way!

The Aussie lands on the Argentine with a big splash, taking the larger woman down but wearing herself out in the process. She rolls off the top of Ursula and uses the ropes to bring herself to a standing position, always keeping an eye on her opponent. The Argentine herself is scrambling to one knee, taking a moment before regaining a vertical position...

...and this ends up costing both of them. Sterling is able to recover, and rams Ursula over the top rope with a running clothesline. Sky quickly springboards onto the nearby turnbuckle, but her dive is caught by the Brum Bruiser and turned into a huge spinebuster! Sterling lets out a roar of sheer dominance, holding his arms aloft, then goes to cover Sky...

Baz: What's all this 'en?

A mutter pervades the crowd as a figure comes streaking from the back, another following closely behind, albeit more hesitantly. The two seem to be aiming for Sterling, who slides out of the ring to meet them!

Baz: It's that lad, innit?!

Indeed, it is. Gav the Chav is seeking to take advantage of the fact that there are no disqualifications in this match to get one up on the Brum Bruiser! Sterling, however, is ready, and immediately goes for the younger man, engaging him with punches. Gav, however, is able to dodge just long enough to reveal the trick he has up his sleeve. His foot shoots out and hits Sterling right between the legs!

Baz: OUCH! Right in the bits!

The Championship contender kneels in pain – even a man his size is not immune to such a shot – at which point Gav's girlfriend adds insult to injury by squirting him in the eyes with her concealed bottle of perfume!

Baz: That's not right, luv!

Kerry: I must agree. These people are most aggravating! And attacking my poor, darling Sterling of all people! Shocking!


The distraction having proven effective, Gav and Shazza promptly leave the ringside area, returning to the back under a shower of boos from the crowd. These turn to cheers, however, as inside the ring Skylynn gets to her feet, preparing to face the re-entering Ursula Areano!

Being of roughly the same size and weight, the two women engage in a test of strength, which the crowd gets behind. They jockey for position for several moments, neither quite gaining the upper hand, until Ursula is able to break through and throw Sky over with a front suplex! She whirls around quickly, waits for the youngster to get to her feet, and launches at her with a flying forearm! Sky is thrown against the ropes, but bounces off...straight into a jumping neckbreaker! Ursula lands a moment later, and crawls over for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

...Sky gets her foot on the ropes!

Baz: She's tired, like. She 'ad 'er match just before this one, ent she?

Kerry: Yes...you are quite right. The other two have had time to recover. Which is why that young lady stands absolutely no chance whatsoever of walking out with a win! Watch, darling...she should falter at any moment now...

That does not look like happening, however, as when the two women return to their feet, Sky is able to evade Ursula's attempt at a tilt-a-whirl guillotine choke! She reverses it into a hurricanrana, then hurtles towards the ropes seeking a respite!

This, however, allows Ursula to recover, and by the time Skylynn goes to climb the turnbuckle, the Argentinian is on her yet again. The two women therefore engage in a corner punch-out, trading blows and each seeking to obtain the upper hand!

Baz: Wicked! I loves me some brawlin'...!

Kerry: ...evidently...

At length, Ursula is able to land a final punch on Skylynn and throw her against the turnbuckle! She then backflips to the centre of the ring, measures up her opponent, and launches into a handspring splash! The move connects, and Skylynn is pinned to the corner! Then, as Ursula moves to the side, she aalows herself to slip down the turnbuckle.

Kerry: What did I tell you, Barry? Already she is losing wind...

Indeed, Ursula is now in control, as she picks Skylynn up and lands another German suplex! She then eyes the turnbuckle, then the crowd, who give her a cheer, and finally the turnbuckle again. She nods to herself and begins to climb it, wanting to end this and win the UKWF Championship!

Baz: Ooer! Look out below!

Ursula looks down, measuring Skylynn for her patented shooting star legdrop, Death From Above. She takes a deep breath and prepares to launch...

...only to topple forward and fall off the turnbuckle!

Baz: ...wha'...?

Kerry: STERLING!!! STERLING IS BACK!!!

Indeed, the Brum Bruiser seems recovered, and earns the boos of the crowd by pushing Ursula off the turnbuckle and denying her the win! The Argentine quickly rolls through to her feet, glowering daggers, but is powerless to prevent a spear! Sterling lets his momentum carry him to the ropes, but grabs hold of them to stop himself. He then waits for Ursula to return to her feet before taking off running! He leaps for a leg lariat...

….but gets floored by a flying forearm instead!

Baz: GET IN!

The fans cheer as Ursula begins taunting Sterling, waiting for him to get up. As soon as he does, she takes off, leaps over him and lands a float-over DDT! She covers!

ONE!

TWO!

...Sterling kicks out!

Ursula shakes her head in frustration, but starts over, bringing Sterling to his feet. The Brum Bruiser, however, surprises her by landing a headbutt to the Argentine's stomach, rattling her! Ursula goes tumbling back, and Sterling gives chase, looking for a Yakuza Kick...

...which Ursula dodges! The Brum Bruiser connects with nothing but the ropes, and Ursula pops up behind him to hit him with a jumping neckbreaker!

Baz: BLOODY 'ELL! The gel's on fire, so she is!

Indeed, Ursula is picking up momentum, and thumps her chest, letting out a scream that gets her a cheer from the crowd. She then turns back towards Sterling and begins measuring him up as he rolls through to a vertical position. No sooner has he done so that she hits him with her running Argentina Train dropkick, sending him hurtling back towards the corner to smash back-first into the post!

Kerry: NO! STERLING!!

Baz: Easy, luv...'e'll live.

The fans cheer as Ursula picks Sterling up out of the corner and goes for a front suplex...
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...only for the Brum Bruiser to land another headbutt, sending her reeling back and causing her to lose her balance as she trips over the recovering Skylynn! Both women go back down, and Sterling sees his chance!

Kerry: This could be it! Go on, Sterling! Go on, dear!

And on Sterling goes. Crossing the mat quickly, he picks up Ursula yet again, setting her up for, then delivering, the Texas Tower Bomb he calls Road to Hell!

Kerry: YES!! HE GOT HER!! NEW CHAMPION!! NEW CHAM--

The announcer's jubilant cry dies in her throat at the same time a similarly jubilant roar emerges from the crowd. Sensing something is not right, Sterling turns around...

...and finds himself at the receiving end of a flying Skylynn!! The youth stalls on top of the bigger man for a moment, then drives him down, completing the leaping DDT! Skyfall connecting!!!

Kerry: NO!!!

The referee drops down as Skylynn covers Everett!! The crowd counts along gleefully!

ONE!

TWO!

Kerry: NOOOOOO!!!!

THREE!!!

The Electric Ballroom erupts as Skylynn rolls off the top of Sterling Everett. Judging by the look on the youngster's face, she has a hard time believing the situation herself. It becomes official a moment later, however, as Katherine Kensington announces:

Katherine: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and your first EVER UKWF Champion...SKYLYNN! REED!!!

WINNER in 20:20 and first ever UKWF Champion: Skylynn Reed

Baz: Bloody 'ell! She's done it! The young'in got 'im!!! She got 'im, Kerry!!! Back t' back matches, an' she did it!!

Kerry: Yes...I know that, unfortunately...

The announcer's choked tones find their echo in the Brum Bruiser's face, as he slaps the mat in frustration from having been so close. As he rolls to his feet, it is clear he is considering a post-match attack on the new Champion, whom he graces with a murderous look. Eventually, however, he opts against it, opting to merely retreat backstage, shaking his head forlornly. As for Ursula Areano, she is helped to her feet by EMTs, just in time to join the referee in holding up Sky's hand. A close-up angle picks up the tears running down the Aussie's face as she is given her new title, which she holds up to the crowd. The ensuing roar of delight nearly drowns out Kerry's final words of the broadcast:

Kerry: Ladies and gentlemen, this is all the time we have for this evening. Thank you for joining us in this inaugural broadcast for the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation. We hope you will tune in again next time. Until then, I have been Kerry Buckingham, alongside Barry Jones, signing off.

Baz: Toodle-pip!

Shortly thereafter, the stream comes to an end.