UKWF Glory Through Iron RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The familiar chords of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' announce the start of yet another exclusive UKWF webcast. Almost simultaneously, the usual montage of the company's major superstars performing moves against a background of waving Union Jacks begins, going on for a minute or so before devolving into a title card:

UKWF GLORY THROUGH IRON

From there, the feed cuts to the inside of the aptly named The Venue, which is reasonably well-composed with almost two thousand vocal, rabid fans. The camera does its usual pan of the front rows, capturing a few of the more imaginative signs:

GAIA > TONY STARK

R,I.P MOLLY CYRUS

I'M HERE FOR THE CHAMPION SPEECH

After another moment, the dolly-propulsed trek concludes at the announce table, where the usual duo awaits to greet viewers:

Barry Jones: 'Ello, folks, an' welcome ter another UKWF broadcast! I'm Baz Jones, an' sittin' to me left is the luvly Kerry! Kerr...excited for ternight, 'en?

Kerry Buckingham: Ugh, darling...don't remind me. I've had a migraine all week just thinking about what happened to poor Sky...and Gaia having a title shot...ugh!

Baz: ...rootin' f'r the Champions, then?

Kerry:: Well, evidently, darling! I would not be wishing for Gaia to win, now would I?!

Baz: Tha's bound ter be a crackin' match, tha' is! Iron Man, too! One o' me fav'rites!

Kerry:: I could do without watching Gaia for half an hour, to be honest...

Baz, however, ignores his colleague, instead turning towards the camera, an excited grin on his features:

Baz: An' tha's not all, folks! Comin' up in just a minute 'ere, we 'ave that Juliet lass takin' on that feller, Arcane...then later, that bird Ursula returns against that big ugly bloke...

Kerry:: ...ugh...

Baz: An' we're also gunner 'ave...

Before Baz can conclude his run down of the card, however, a theme song interrupts him, bringing a whoop from Kerry and boos from the rest of the crowd in attendance.

[UKWF]

S!

C!

B!

A naughty giggle precedes the first few electronic beats of Wonderland Avenue's 'White Horse', which are almost entirely drown by the sea of jeers emanating from the crowd. As she steps out onto the platform, however, UKWF part-owner Stella Chalmers-Blythe displays her usual calm, collected demeanour, seemingly able to shake off the hatred the crowd unequivocally sends her way. Flanked, as ever, by vice-president and apparent best friend Veronica Valiant, the upper-class Londoner wastes no time bringing the microphone she is carrying to her lips to address the crowd at The Venue:

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: As you are no doubt aware, an unfortunate occurrence took place at the end of this company's previous event...

The jeers are momentarily replaced by cheers, as one section of the crowd erupts into a chant:

BLAISE! BLAISE! BLAISE! BLAISE! BLAISE!

The camera captures a scowl on the part-owner's features as she hears this, and Stella's tone is noticeably more rispid as she continues:

Stella: Yes. Go ahead and chant. Chant, and show no compassion for this company's inaugural Champion, who had to be hospitalised after the event, poor thing!

This causes the chant to simmer down slightly, as Baz pipes up at the announce table:

Baz: Is that true?

Kerry:: If Stella says it is, it must be, dear. Stella would not lie to us.

Before the cockney has time to muse any further, however, Stella speaks up again:

Stella: Yes, indeed. Poor Skylynn sustained injuries so severe, we had to grant her and her bestie their release. As such, not only will there not be a rematch for the UKWF Championship...

It seems to cost Stella to admit this fact, but she bravely pushes on:

Stella: ...but the match between Leoni-darling and that Storm fellow has similarly been cancelled.

At this point, the curtain rustles once again, as the newest member of New Management comes through it. Arcane stands beside Stella and Veronica for a moment, before leaning over to whisper something in Stella's ear – something which brings a wide grin to the part-owner's lips.

Stella: Oh, my...it seems Mr. Sarantis has a wonderful bit of footage to share with us all...

As Stella says this, the LCD screen above her head lights up, showing a team of EMTs loading a wrestler into an ambulance. As the camera makes its way around the backs of the medical officials, it becomes apparent that said wrestler is none other than Mark Storm. The camera catches the smug grin on Arcane's face as he displays his handiwork, much to the displeasure of the crowd in attendance.

Baz: Oi! Were 'e the one wot done that, 'en?

Kerry:: ...you cannot prove anything, dear...

It is clear, however, that this was indeed Arcane's work, as Stella once again brings the microphone to her lips, a tone of false regret seeping through:

Stella: ...oh dear...now it does seem as though it is cancelled...

Another negative reaction arises from the crowd, before Stella cuts it short with her next few words:

Stella: Let us not dwell on what we can no longer control, however. There are more pressing matters at hand. Namely disciplinary measures.

This finally manages to bring The Venue to an expectant lull, as the fans wait for the Brit to complete her thought. Relishing the reaction she caused – or lack thereof – Stella promptly continues:

Stella: Yes, disciplinary measures. I am a fair and impartial employer...

The deafening boos immediately return at this blatantly untrue statement, forcing Stella to raise her voice:

Stella: ...AND AS SUCH....I feel such callous attacks should not go unpunished. Which they shan't.

The Brit pauses for effect, then completes:

Stella: That is why I am requesting the presence at ringside of Miss Juliet Black. Miss Black, please make your way to the arena floor immediately.

The crowd erupt at the mention of Juliet Black, then revert back to an uncertain lull at the mention of disciplinary measures. As such, for a few seconds, the only sound heard comes from the announcers, as they discuss the situation:

Baz: Cor! The lass is in trouble!

Kerry:: Only fair, dear. That is what happens when you go around assaulting people with chairs on Stella's watch!

Baz: ...reckon if it were one of her folk, she wouldn't do it...

Kerry:: Oh, please, darling! You and your awful prejudice against our management! How unbecoming!

All throughout this exchange, the arena has continued to simmer in a low boil, as Juliet, perhaps wisely, shows no signs of appearing. Stella cannot contain her irritation as, after a long moment, she once again brings the microphone to her lips, calling out:

Stella: I repeat...would Miss Juliet Black please make her way to ringside for a disciplinary rev---

It all happens in a flash. Arcane goes down on his knees, his face contorting, as a blur of motion erupts through the curtain. The fans cheer as Juliet evades Stella's attempt to grab her, then snatches a vacant chair from the front row and flips it shut. She uses this to keep Veronica Valiant at bay, as she barks loud and clearly understandable threats towards her and Stella. 

The two management representatives are understandably less than happy at this defiance, but know better than to fight a rough-and-tumble, chair-wielding Irishwoman, and reluctantly make their way towards the back. Stella makes some equally as audible threats towards Juliet as they go, assuring her 'it is not over', but Juliet lobs back her usual, colourful vocabulary. Then, once she has made sure the two women are gone, she throws down the chair, yelling 'TOO FUCKIN' RIGHT' at the cheering crowd before grabbing the still-writhing Arcane by the hair and dragging him down to ringside. It appears the disciplinary review will have to wait – right now, it is time for the first match of the night!

[UKWF]

Arcane v Juliet Black

Having started the match off on her own terms, Juliet wastes no time building upon her offensive momentum. She throws Arcane against the ring apron, causing him to bend over, then bashes his head against the canvas repeatedly, in a quick motion. She brings him up once more, only to rhrow him against the corner post. Arcane wraps himself around it just as Dublin Trouble rushes in with a brutal elbow shot to the back of the head, crunching her opponent's face against the steel.

Unrelenting, Juliet aims a kick at the back of Arcane's knee, causing him to buckle just enough for her to grab a front facelock and a groin shot from behind. As Arcane buckles once again, she rolls him into the ring, sliding in directly afterwards to officially start the match.

By this point, the New Management representative seems absolutely hapless, and Dublin Trouble is firmly in control. She brings Arcane to his feet, and begins to deliver stiff chops, lighting up the wrestler's chest and causing him to stagger. The crowd gleefully 'woo' along to each chop, causing Juliet to yell out irritably for them to stop cheering. 

This has little to no effect, however, so Juliet changes tack. She lands a headbutt on Arcane, then another, and another, backing him to the corner! Once there, she traps her opponent against the turnbuckle, and delivers the quick succession of elbows, chops and headbutts she calls the Violence Party! As Arcane's situation gets progressively worse, Juliet commits the ultimate indignity of spitting her gum in her opponent's face.

By this point, The Venue is going absolutely ballistic, which prompts Juliet to forget her totally dominated opponent for a second and turn her attention to the crowd. She yells herself hoarse telling them to stop cheering for her, and that she does not want their appreciation, all peppered with the colourful language she is known for, but it is all to no avail; a beatdown on a New Management member equals instant cheers, and the crowd do not decrease their decibel level the slightest bit.

Even still, Juliet keeps trying, and it takes a long moment for Dublin Trouble to realise her efforts are hopeless; she will not get this crowd to stop cheering. As such, and feeling she has wasted enough time, she shrugs, throws one last curseword at the crowd, and turns back around to face her opponent.

By this point, Arcane is showing signs of recovery, and has pulled himself to one knee. Still, Juliet is not about to give him the opportunity to fully regain his bearings, instead pulling him to his feet, looking for a suplex...

...only to get poked in the eye covertly by Arcane, who profits from the referee being out of position!

The eye poke sends Dublin Trouble stumbling, but only for a moment; soon, she is back on offence, lunging forward to attempt to grab Arcane. The New Management representative, however, has made the most of the few seconds' respite, and sidesteps Juliet's attempt at a grab, instead applying a leg sweep which sends Dublin Trouble lunging forward.

This is precisely the opening Arcane needed, and he is finally able to take a breather and regain his bearings. He stumbles towards the corner, being careful to keep an eye on Juliet, and makes the most of the time it takes Dublin Trouble to clamber back to her feet and turn around to face him.

When Juliet comes to life once more, he is not yet exactly recovered, but is at least alert enough to dodge her running clothesline and reverse it into a German suplex, pulling both himself and Juliet out of the corner. After the landing, he takes a powder to the outside, choosing to take the time to recover rather than attempt to build on his momentum.

It does not take Juliet more than a minute, however, to slide out of the ring and give chase, stomping around a corner only a few steps after Arcane. She leans forward to grab his hair...

...but Arcane is ready with an elbow to the face! Juliet, for once, is not expecting it, and staggers back, allowing her opponent to spin around and deck her with a running clothesline!

Once again, however, Arcane chooses not to build up on his attacking momentum; instead, he clambers a few steps further forward, before sliding into the ring underneath the top rope. Once there, he pulls himself to his feet, grateful for the respite...

...but has no time to recover any further, as Juliet has shrugged off the clothesline and is coming after him yet again!

This time, however, Arcane is lucid enough to run at Dublin Trouble and cut her off, spinning in with a roundhouse kick! Juliet, however, sees it coming, and dodges out of the way. Arcane completes his rotation and comes face to face with his opponent...

...whose hand is shooting to his crotch! The belly-to-belly Ballsplex connects, and Arcane sees his private parts violated for the second time in the space of a few minutes! As he hits the floor, Juliet holds him down for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!! Kickout by Arcane!!

The fans are just as disbelieving as Juliet, who nonetheless wastes no time dilly-dallying. She slides off the top of Arcane, takes a few steps back, and waits for him to inevitably roll over onto his belly, looking to stand up. Once he does, she quickly steps back in, reaches for his arms, uses them to pull him up, and delivers a resounding curb stomp to the back of his head! The Blackout connects, and Juliet covers!

ONE!

---Stella and Veronica burst through the curtain, to a chorus of boos!

TWO!

The two management women get in each other's way as they try to climb the apron...

THREE!

...and are just a moment too late, as Dublin Trouble grabs the win!

WINNER in 7:34: Juliet Black

Surprisingly, after Juliet has obtained the pin, neither Stella nor Veronica retaliate, seeming more concerned with tending to Arcane. Just like two weeks prior, they carry their ally out between them, on their shoulders, as Juliet Black glares at them defiantly from the ring, her hand raised.

It is not until they get to the curtain that Stella speaks up again, grinning at Juliet dangerously as she tells them to enjoy her win while she can. Dublin Trouble, however, does not seem intimidated, and continues to glower after the two women as they return backstage.

[UKWF]

Magdalena Waechter v Molly Cyrus

A focused Molly Cyrus stand atop the ramp, as the sounds of a remixed "Ajax Lady" beat blare over the PA. Molly slowly walks down the ramp, greeting fans and slapping hands. She picks up pace as she gets closer to the ring, hopping quickly to the ring apron then leapfrogging the ropes into it. She runs the ropes a couple of times, stopping at one of them to give a quick twerk and then turn back, returning to a corner of the ring and preparing for her match.

Over the plaintive opening strings of 'The Call of Ktulu', a murmur can be heard, too hushed to be legible, but insistent - and joined by another voice, and another, all repeating the same mantra - incantation? - as the lights dim, first casting the ring into shade, then the crowd, and finally the stage. Still the music goes on, and the voices grow louder, loud enough to be understood as they intone one word. "Entstehen", they say. "Entstehen".

They repeat, and repeat, as the music builds an electric tension through the air, and just as the first real power chord kicks in, the voices cry out in adulation:

"ENTSTEHEN!"

And right on that cue, brilliant white light bursts out from around the curtain - framing a beastly shape down on one knee. Even as it - she - stands up, it's impossible to see them in full, your mind only seizing on individual details at a time. The flared, sculpted shoulders curling up like talons. The head masked behind an executioner's hood, no life apparent within the black holes where eyes should be. The frayed edges of an ebony robe trailing the ground as she walks, rusted amulets tied to the cloth ringing mournfully as they strike each other. A studded steel mace gripped in one pale hand, a smoking brazier on a chain in the other. She walks with muted grace despite the burden.

Her progress halts at the ring steps. The mace drops to the floor with a resounding THUNK, and the brazier is placed more carefully by the corner post. Unseen clasps are undone, and as Magdalena ascends to the apron, the robe slips away, leaving her in a sheer black bodystocking with scarlet-lined boots, and a jagged, uneven yellow/white shape across her sternum, like a messy entry wound. She steps through the ropes, and finally reaches up to tear off the hood, revealing her piercing blue gaze and gaunt cheeks. Without a word, she moves to an unoccupied corner and leans against the post, sinking down to a seated position while glaring at a rather unnerved Molly Cyrus.

When the referee takes the center of the ring, he calls forward the two combatants and calls for the bell. Molly Cyrus immediately comes out of the fences with a running, jumping forearm! Magdalena seems unphased by it; however, as she just stands there and takes the shot without going down. Molly immediately gets to her feet and runs the perpendicular ropes, on her way back, she has to duck underneath a backhand attempt from Magdalena, but rebounds off the opposite ropes. Magdalena lifts her up as if she’s going to attempt some sort of tilt-a-whirl move, but Molly reverses it into a satellite, flying headscissors takedown!

Caught off-guard by the reversal, Magdalena stumbles to her feet and into the corner. With a burst of speed, Cyrus charges at her and goes for her patented Butt Thump, but there’s nobody home! Molly stumbles out of the corner only to find Waechter waiting for her with a big boot which sends Molly right back into the turnbuckle, this time in a seated position.

Magdalena waste no time, running to the opposing turnbuckle then rushing back across the ring and hitting Cry Havoc! Molly rolls out of the corner, holding her sternum as Magdalena rises to her feet and stalks her opponent, or victim at this point. She runs past her though and catches her with a Curb Stomp as Molly is trying to get back to her feet.

Magdalena rips Molly to her feet again, but Molly seems like she’s had enough. The referee tries to check on her, but Waechter is unrelenting. Magdalena hits a Pendulum Backbreaker on Molly Cyrus then locks her into the Penitent Engine. Just when it seems like Molly is at her limit, though, and is about to submit, Magdalena releases the hold, dropping Molly on her chest with a thud.

Magdalena just continues to kick away at her in a rather disrespectful manner until she pulls Molly to her feet by her hair, grabs her arm while positioning herself behind her former GPW colleague then rip-chording her around and hitting a lariat on her; Exorcism! She isn’t finished though as she forces a beaten Molly to her feet again and hits a SECOND one! This time the referee steps in and calls an end to the match via TKO!

WINNER in 5:02: Magdalena Waechter!

Magdalena shoves the referee out of the way and goes to continue the assault. Fortunately, this doesn’t go on for a very long time as we can hear the crowd suddenly come alive with cheers! As they do, the camera cuts to the entrance ramp where MJ Bell is running as fast as she can, she vertically leaps to the apron then springboards off the ropes and hits her signature Fire Rain Missile Dropkick, sending Magdalena sprawling to the mat. She instinctively rolls out of the ring and glares in the ring at Bell who checks on Molly Cyrus as the referee gets back into the ring. MJ glares at Magdalena as she gets a microphone.

MJ Bell: This is the crap I was talking about a few days ago. I don’t care what kind of power you have backing you, Magdalena. I don’t care how entitled you think you are, but I am going to put a stop to all of this corruption, and I’m starting with you!

With that, MJ drops the microphone and, along with the referee, helps Molly Cyrus to her feet as the scene cuts to a break.

[UKWF]

The crowd is hyped for the show to continue, but before the next match can get underway the lights in the arena go out. Slowly a low lighting comes up, light purple in color. The ring fills with fog until a lone figure emerges standing in the middle as the fog lowers down to their feet. The dark hooded figure holds a long silver staff in their hand. Just then an eerie song of keyboard and guitar begins to play, perhaps familiar to some as the vocals being:

In ancient times,

Hundreds of years before the dawn of history

Lived a strange race of people, the Druids

No one knows who they were or what they were doing

But their legacy remains

Hewn into the living rock, of…..

Just then this music stops on a record scratch, shifting to a more funky upbeat rhythm. The guitar riff of ‘Phenomena’ by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs kicks in, as the lights come up, the hooded figure throws their hood back to reveal that it is none other than The Witch, SALEM CARTIER! She holds up her silver staff with the purple crystal on the end of it, climbing each buckle and pumping her fist in the air as the stunned crowd is on its feet cheering for her. The music begins to fade, as she walks back to the middle of the ring, the fog clearing. By this time, dueling chants have erupted from different sections of the arena:

HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

SA-LEM! SA-LEM! SA-LEM! SA-LEM!

She pulls a silver microphone from her purple leather jacket.

Salem Cartier: I’m sorry, were you expecting… Stonehenge, maybe? Well, sorry London… we’re not gonna do bloody Stonehenge tonight! But you are getting a brand spankin’ new and healthy dose of Salem Cartier!

The crowd erupts again as Salem leans over the top ropes, bouncing on the bottom rope, hands extended with a big smile. She lets them eat it up for a bit before walking back to the middle of the ring. She points back up the ramp to the back, giving it a glance before returning to looking around the arena.

Salem: Everyone back there needs to know that what they thought they knew about UKWF is out the window now. ‘Cause starting right now, a new era has dawned and ‘tis the Season of the Witch! Glory Through Iron? I thought it could use a little dose of magic in the air!

She skipped around the ring and threw up some devil horns, sticking out her tongue.

Salem: Stella Chalmers-Blythe… Veronica Valiant…. I know about these hose beasts, and their so called “authority” and how they “run things.” Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. But me? Throw me in the mix and you’re gonna have to go back and roll that sign back so it says “zero days since our last incident” because I am not here to toe the line and crawl along with the status quo. Everyone in this arena knows who I am. What I’m capable of. But what am I gonna do? That’s the fun in coming along for the ride isn’t it? Tune in, same Bat Time, same Bat Channel! And see exactly why…. that no matter what, That Witch Endures!

She goes around the ring, jabbing a fist to the sky. And just as sure as she appeared, the lights went out and when they came back up the ring was empty save for a bit of fog…. Salem was gone!

[UKWF]

Chris Ghensi v Kelly Garrett

As the referee calls for the bell, both wrestlers are circling each other around, both trying to find an opening. Kelly and Ghensi lock each other up in the middle of the ring. Both trying to power their opponent away, it’s Kelly the one that gets the upper hand, managing to get Ghensi to the ropes. Chris just puts his hands up prompting the referee to start the count, as Kelly backs off when the count gets to four, Ghensi hits her with a forearm to the back, that sends Kelly to the ground.

Ghensi goes straight towards his opponent and grabs her legs in a Boston Crab. The referee goes down to check on Kelly, who’s fighting the pain brought by the hold. Ghensi continues applying pressure on his opponent’s legs. Kelly starts getting up, much to Ghensi’s surprise as he starts looking around trying to figure out just how Kelly is getting up from the ground. He tries putting all of his weight on Kelly’s back to put her back on the mat, but Kelly overpowers her opponent effectively breaking the hold.

As Garrett stands up she starts rubbing her knees, Ghensi stands up on the other side of the ring and runs towards his prone opponent, but Kelly is quick and hits a dropkick to Ghensi’s legs dropping him to the mat. Ghensi grabs his bad knee and Kelly sees the perfect opportunity to apply a knee bar to her opponent. With nowhere to run Ghensi starts wrenching in pain. The referee is paying close attention to Ghensi, knowing all too well about his left knee. Kelly starts yelling at him to tap out or risk getting his knee injured, but Ghensi resists, even going as far as putting his hand up in the air, almost going to tap, but he pushes thru and drags his body near the ropes. Kelly applies more pressure to the hold and even is Ghensi’s face shows he’s in a world of pain, he doesn’t give up. Ghensi pushes himself a bit more and manages to put his right hand on the bottom rope, prompting the referee to start the count to Garrett, who just manages to avoid the dq by dropping the hold just at the count of five.

Ghensi is still on the ground, grabbing his knee, he’s in a lot of pain and Garrett simply smiles it off. She goes on the attack, but Ghensi was just playing possum as he grabs Garret and goes for the school boy pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

But Kelly managed to break the pin attempt by Ghensi at the count of two. Ghensi knows he has Kelly and he starts salivating on the prospect of victory. But as he looks to hit a spear on Kelly his knee gives up on him, driving him to the mat, moment that Kelly uses to apply another knee bar on her opponent. Ghensi seems to be giving up and fading away due to the pain. But when the referee goes to check on him he refuses to give in, instead he drags himself once more to the ropes breaking Kelly’s hold.

Kelly starts looking at the finish and as Ghensi gets up she applies a Cobra Clutch, looking to finish her opponent. But Ghensi managed to reverse into his “Overhook”. Ghensi feels the end of the match is near and he starts taunting his opponent. Once Kelly gets up, Ghensi puts her in position and hits a massive Vertabreaker followed by the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Chris Ghensi debuts with a win!

WINNER in 06:49: Chris Ghensi

[UKWF]

Asphyxiator v Ursula Areano

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.

The minor keyed "Madame de Pompadour" plays throughout the heart of the venue as the lights turn off and a dim light focuses on the masked behemoth making his way out of the curtain. Asphyxiator slowly strolls down the aisle way and gently climb the apron in a single step with the ring ropes as leverage. He proceeds to step in over the top rope and sit in the near corner and starts rocking back and forth. Ursula watches him with a bit of confusion on her face as she walks up to the center of the ring, ready for the start of the match.

Asphyxiator finally gets to his feet and immediately rushes toward Ursula, but Areano is clearly the faster of the two as she ducks underneath his lariat attempt and runs past him. After rebounding off the ropes, she hits him with a flying forearm, but he doesn’t go down!

Asphyxiator tries to grab her, but again Ursula ducks underneath and catches him with a swift kick to the leg, stinging his leg. She kicks it again, but he goes to grapple her again. She stings the leg again with another swift kick to the same leg! Ursula doesn’t give him the opportunity to try to grapple her again, though, as she runs and springboards off the ropes!

MISSILE DROPKICK!

Asphyxiator still doesn’t go down though, but he stumbles backwards! This gives Ursula the opportunity to charge at him once more and hit another flying forearm, but somehow he’s the monster is still on his feet! Undeterred by the fact that he won’t go down, Ursula gets back to her feet and narrowly evades getting her head taken off with another lariat attempt!

When he turns around, Ursula goes back to work on that leg with more kicks! Asphyxiator seems to be getting more and more frustrated with each kick. Ursula runs the ropes again and comes back with a crossbody! But, she’s caught! Asphyxiator displays amazing strength as he easily presses her up into a military press, he then goes to let her, but Ursula twists her body in the air and somehow locks in a guillotine lock on Asphyxiator, catching him by surprise with a submission move!

For a long moment, he seems stunned as the crowd is getting louder and louder, but suddenly he runs as fast as he can. He charges Ursula’s body directly into the turnbuckle with a sickening impact! Needless to say, this forces Ursula to release the lock.

It; however, did have an impact on the big man as he stumbles backwards, holding his neck. Ursula, pain-stakingly gets to her feet and sees her opponent reeling. She then charges out of the corner and is lifted into a tilt-a-whirl by Asphyxiator before attempting to lock the guillotine in again, but he hits a sickening spinebuster before she can!

Asphyxiator doesn’t follow up though as he seems to be talking to someone. That talking becomes an argument. This gives Ursula enough time to get to her feet and run the ropes again, ducks under a THIRD lariat attempt by Asphyxiator then springboards off the opposing ropes, looking to take him down with a flying move! NO! Asphyxiator chokeslams her out of the air, but instead of pinning her he just continues to hold her in the illegal choke! The referee warns him before beginning the count!

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

The referee calls for the bell and Ursula Areano is announced the winner by disqualification! Unfortunately, Asphyxiator isn’t letting go! A bunch of officials begin pouring into the ring, trying to pry the monster off of Ursula! He gets distracted by them and begins trying to swing at them. Ursula slowly gets to her feet. Meanwhile, the officials have found a way to back Asphyxiator near the ropes. Ursula runs over and catches him perfectly under the chin with a Superkick which sends him over the top rope! The crowd is on their feet, cheering despite the fact that he landed on his feet!

WINNER by disqualification in 06:23: Ursula Areano!

The monster is herded to the back by a bunch of officials as Ursula stands in the ring, calling him back for more as the scene fades out.

[UKWF]

Hazel Overton vs MJ Bell

Halestorm's 'It's Not You' heralds the arrival of Hazel Overton and associate Ashley Fairchild, their disdainful looks and general air of too-good-for-this receiving a frosty reception inside the Venue. Not so the ginger firecracker MJ Bell, who emerges from the fog at the top of the ramp to a round of cheers. Hazel seems almost offended by this, and moves to cut off MJ after the latter slides into the ring, but Bell doesn't rise to the goading and simply steps around Overton to hail the crowd from the turnbuckle.

The bell rings, and MJ looks to offer a handshake but thinks twice - Hazel with a forearm across the jaw in response. Bell into the ropes, but slides under Overton on the rebound and catches her with a beautiful dropkick when she turns around. Hazel to her feet fast, but gets thrown down again with an Arm Drag, and she spills into a corner. MJ rushes in - catches a boot to the face - Hazel hikes up onto her shoulders and forwards into a Victory Roll...

ONE!

Bell pushes her off.

MJ's resistance lasts as long as a running knee from Overton that seems to knock her loopy. Hazel up top - comes off with a Missile Dropkick - Bell intercepts with a Roundhouse Kick and both fall, Overton favouring her ribs. Both ladies are on their feet by the count of 4, and Bell gets the upper hand with some sharp chops to the chest. Into the ropes goes Overton - Bell goes prone on the return - second bounce and MJ tosses Hazel overhead with a released belly-to-belly! Quick as a flash she goes up top - comes down with a Guillotine Leg Drop! She moves into a pin...

ONE!

And Hazel kicks out - nope, not 'kicks' out, she rolls MJ over and into a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

The ref spots MJ's foot hooked around the bottom rope - good ring awareness.

Hazel gets a double handful of MJ's hair as the two untangle themselves, and uses it to deliver a Sitout Facebuster before the ref can think of calling for a DQ. A woozy Bell is pulled upright and thrown out to the apron - no, she catches herself on the ropes! Hazel takes time to self-congratulate before noticing, runs in - Bell pulls down the ropes and Overton tumbles to the floor! Ashley Fairchild dashes to her friend's side to help her up while Bell slips onto the apron, backs up...and DIVES INTO AN OVER CASTLE ON HAZEL, LANDING ON ASHLEY INTO THE BARGAIN!

The ref is stunned for a solid minute, but does eventually start to count both women out.

One...

Two...

Three...

The bundle of limbs shows life as MJ rolls off Hazel.

Four...

Five...

MJ pulls herself up with the barrier's help, while Hazel props up on one elbow and Ashley crawls away, groaning.

Six...

Seven...

Eight...!

With no little effort, Bell drags Overton up to her feet and pushes her under the bottom rope...

Nine...!

...and just beats the count herself, before flopping over Hazel in a lateral press.

ONE!

TWO!

THR - NO!

Hazel barely gets her shoulder up! MJ's too dazed to complain, and rolls off her opponent.

With Overton still down, MJ drags her away from the ropes and heads up top - wait, Ashley's there, but the ref makes her back off quick-sharp. Bell turns her back and takes flight with a Moonsault Leg Drop!

But Hazel moves! MJ lands right on her tailbone and hops right back up from the shock - Overton 'helps' with a Full Nelson Bomb! Bell flops down onto her front, clutching her back and doesn't see Hazel heading up - and coming down with a Frog Splash across Bell's back! They can hear MJ shriek in the cheap seats! There's the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! MJ still in this!

Hazel glares daggers at the referee, but a timely warning from Ashley keeps her eyes on the prize. She hoists Bell up and lifts her for a Suplex - but MJ twists around in the air - REST FOR THE WICKED! MJ's trying to lock in that Dragon Sleeper! Hazel resists even as her airflow gets blocked more and more...

And with a sudden tip forward, she throws off MJ, who rolls right onto her feet and hits the ropes to continue the attack! Ashley grabs at her ankle, getting another warning from the ref - and a double-footed kick through the ropes from MJ! Satisfied with that, she turns around and dashes - HAZEL PAINTING!

BUT THE SUPERKICK MISSES! Hazel unbalanced as Bell goes to the other side and rebounds - THE BURNING MAGE CONNECTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER in 7:46: MJ Bell

Bell remains on one knee for a few moments, kneading the base of her spine, before standing tall and letting the referee raise her hand. She then rolls out of the ring to slap some high-fives and make faces for camera phones, while Ashley Fairchild goes to her friend's side as Hazel rests face down, hands over her head, feet kicking fruitlessly at the injustice of one that got away. As MJ is leaving via the ramp, she walks up to a camera, getting close enough to it to be sure that the microphone on it would pick up her words.

MJ Bell: Take notes, Magdalena.

Without another word, MJ Bell exits the arena.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

When Blaise's theme hits the speakers of The Venue, the crowd pops, roaring with applause and approval as she emerges onto the entrance ramp. Doubly so, when she turns around, UKWF Championship hoisted high above her. With the Title slung over her shoulder, Blaise makes her way down to the ring with slow, confident purpose, sparing time to high five and take selfies with fans. 

The new Champ vaults the turnbuckle into the ring, crossing to each opposing one to stand tall and, tears welling in her eyes, present her hard-earned Title to the audience. She staggers back, hardly believing it herself, and plops herself down in the middle of the ring, mic in hand, UKWF Championship in her lap. A 'YOU DE-SERVE IT' chant pulses through the seats, and the tears are running on full blast down her flush red cheeks. 

Blaise Fader: ... I'm probly gonna run through every cliché in the book with this one 'ere, so bear with me, guys. This is... a lot to take in. 

The crowd continues to chant, interspersed by all manner of whooping and hollering. Blaise can't help but grin with pride, despite herself. 

Blaise Fader: I dreamed of this sort of thing, when I was a wee girl. I always dreamed of this, even before I knew what I was really dreamin' about. Professional wrestlin's been the moon of my life; whatever happened to me or my family, no matter how rough it got, I always knew I could look up, an' there'd be wrestlin', somewhere in my life. I learned early on tha' it was hard to take people at their word. A lotta people, they say one thing, then go an' do another, like what they said before never mattered in the first place. What was truth and what was fiction in the people around me always blurred together. I have great faith in people, and I have the greatest faith an' trust in you all especially-- 

The crowd responds with a short burst of cheers, almost as a 'thank you' in this revealing moment. 

Blaise Fader: --but sometimes, it was hard to figger out what they really wanted from me. But with wrestlin'... it's kinda funny, 'cos when all I went on about was pro wrestlin', and how much I loved it as a kid, all these people would look at me an' say: "you know it's fake, right?" 

Scattered boos from the crowd. 

Blaise Fader: I know, righ'? Bloody... anyway, I'm losin' my point. It's just... you say 'YOU DE-SERVE IT', and I'm... honored don't even begin to describe it, but... deserve ain't got nothin' to do with me. Wrestlin's always been 'ere for me. The moment I decided to become a professional wrestler, wrestlin' gave me an opportunity. Wrestlin' said to me, it said "righ' then, Blaise; yer fixin' to become a pro wrestler, and it's gonna be the hardest thing you've ever done, and yer gonna lose friends and get bruises in places you never thought you could bruise, an' they're gonna say yer too small, yer too fat, yer too young, tha' ya don't got the look, or the strength, an' tha' if you bugger it all up, you'll be left with the same kind of nothin' ya came in with... but yer gonna become a pro wrestler". I took tha' opportunity, same as I took the opportunity to sign for UKWF, same as I took every opportunity I was offered facin' off in the ring with the best in the business... seriously, Skylynn Reed earned this thing, just as I did from her. But if we're gonna talk about 'deserve'... it's you guys who deserve this the most. It's you guys who come 'ere every night, who keep us going, who stand up for what you believe in an' make this whole thing worthwhile. Without you, I'm just another name on the card. Without you, I never would've gotten 'ere. This is your victory, same as mine! This is your victory! 

The crowd eats up the praise, and the chants grow louder and louder. Blaise is back on her feet, Championship raised high in one hand, pointing to members of the audience to emphasize her point. 

Blaise Fader: So, sorry, I've blabbed on fer long enough, I think. We got some bloody wicked wrestlin' comin' up for ya! An' lemme jus' say, as your new UKWF Champion, I promise you all to be a fightin' Champ! That means anybody in tha' locker room. That means when Sky Reed comes back for her rematch, she's got it. That means if people I couldn't have more respect for, like Ursula Areano or Mark Storm wanna come down 'ere, they've got it. That means if someone else wants to own up to their actions, an' explain to me why they attacked me on the greatest night of my life... well, we'll see what happens. I love you all!

With that, Blaise raises the title once more before exiting to cheers from the crowd.

[UKWF]

The match is preceded of a video package establishing the progressively higher stakes leading to this tag team Iron Man match. Hunt by Night are first shown falling short in the London Tag Grand Prix, albeit only by count-out, before challenging champions Love and Hate to a hardcore rematch with title implications. Footage of the best moments of that match ensues, culminating in Gaia's impactful and decisive brainbuster onto a chair, before switching to the contract signing for an Iron Man title match, and the ensuing brawl, which saw all participants be ejected from the arena. All in all, the mood is perfectly set for the Main Event of the evening, which will see the two teams fight for the UKWF Tag Team Championships!

UKWF Tag Team Championships – 30-Minute Iron Man Match – Love & Hate (c) v Hunt By Night

The match begins with Gaia squaring off against Darrin Kisler, and right away it is evident that there is no love lost between the two. Darrin goes straight for a brawling style, engaging Gaia with punches, but the Spartan is more than up to the challenge, and delivers a few stiff shots of her own in reply. Despite having the size and weight advantage, Darrin therefore finds himself matched blow for blow by his opponent, as the two brawl all around the ring.

The stalemate lasts for a long moment, with each of Gaia's shots being answered in kind by Kisler, and vice-versa. However, eventually, the Hate in Love and Hate is able to deliver a particularly stiff shot, which rocks the Greek. Gaia's focus slips for no more than a split second, but it is enough for Darrin to burst forward with a headbutt, sending Gaia reeling to the nearby corner.

Having his opponent at his mercy, Kisler continues to connect with headbutts, combining them with punches to the stomach as he makes the most of his brawling style. He tugs at Gaia's long hair, causing her to scream, and connects with a simultaneous stomp to one of her feet, which brings boos from the crowd. He pays the reaction no heed, however, other than to deliver a particularly brutal shot to Gaia's face. With his opponent at his mercy, he feels confident enough to climb the turnbuckle and continue punching Gaia from a mounted position...

...and this is his first mistake. Displaying her impressive strength, Gaia rushes forward, carrying Darrin with her out of the corner, and into a spinebuster! The Tag Team Champion goes sliding across the mat back-first, as the Greek herself falls forward, dizzy from Darrin's flurry of physical abuse.

Both fighters stay down for a long moment, recovering from their intense start, before eventually rolling through to their feet. Darrin is within arm's reach of Andrea, but chooses not to tag her, gesturing for her to remove her hand with no small degree of irritation. Gaia has no such qualms, and begins to stumble over to her corner, looking for Night Train...

...only for Darrin to rush over and pull her back towards the centre of the mat with a headlock!

Gaia does not hesitate, and promptly throws an elbow at her opponent's face, breaking the hold. Caught by surprise, Darrin staggers, and Gaia sees her chance, connecting with a roundhouse kick! Darrin goes down, and Gaia stumbles to her corner to tag in Night Train!

The crowd cheers as the small, green-haired Asian audibly calls for her friend to 'THROW NIGHT TRAIN!' Gaia promptly acknowledges, with a grin, and gives Night Train considerable elevation as she throws her forward into a rocket launcher...

...which Darrin rolls out of the way of!!!

The crowd groans as Night Train faceplants, the Tag Team Champion able to evade her high-flying attempt at the last moment! As for Darrin, he promptly seeks to pull himself to his feet, with the help of the nearby ropes, in order to capitalise on his fallen opponent. Having scrambled to his feet as quickly as he was able, he turns to Night Train and delivers a brutal stomp to her head! 

The crowd boos as the fan-favourite's face connects with the canvas, but Darrin does not seem too concerned, instead applying a few more stomps to the fallen joshi. This eventually brings the referee over, however, and he tells the Evil F-ng Bastard to back off. Predictably, this does not leave Darrin too happy, and he begins to rant at the official in language that would make Juliet Black blush. As is customary with UKWF officials, however, the referee stands his ground, and no amount of red-faced hollering from Darrin makes any difference.

Eventually relenting, with a throw of his arms in the air, the Tag Team Champion prepares to resume work on Night Train...

...only to get pulled down onto a rollup by the somewhat recovered joshi!! The crowd erupts as the referee slides in to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Darrin Kisler gets hoisted by his own petard, as Hunt by Night manage a fall out of nowhere!

1-0 at 5:55: Hunt by Night

Despite having achieved the roll-up pinfall, Night Train is clearly worse for wear, and promptly lies back down on the mat. Darrin, on the other hand, is livid, the expression on his face as he rolls through to his feet belying his emotions as much as the gesture of throwing his hands to his head which follows. Surprisingly, rather than resume beating on his fallen opponent, he goes over to his corner to yell at Andrea, claiming it is her fault that he got rolled up. The Psycho Siren looks mystified, even turning to her 'baby' for clarification, but finds herself forced to join the fray when an irate Darrin tags her in!

Forced to come into the fray – and to face Night Train, of all people – Andrea finds herself hesitating. Her steps as she advances towards the joshi are tentative, her mind clearly split between protecting her 'baby' and her infatuation with the Hunt by Night member. In the end, she does pick up Night Train, but can be seen whispering to her, an apologetic look on her features, as if to show she is sorry to have to hurt Night Train...

...which vanishes as Night Train crunches an elbow into her nose! 

Taken by surprise, the Love in Love and Hate finally allows herself to look angry, and act accordingly. No longer being gentle in her treatment of Night Train, she lifts the small joshi into the air, and connects on the way down with a brutal European uppercut! She then begins to stomp all over her downed opponent, shrieking manically! Darrin yells for her to cover, but Andrea is too far gone, and rounds up on the referee when he comes over to tell her to stand back. The referee admonishes her, but the Psycho Siren pays him no heed, instead grabbing Night Train by her hair and pulling her into a backdrop driver!

Darrin once again yells himself hoarse telling Andrea to cover, only to have his partner ignore him. Andrea's anger at Night Train for what she perceives as treachery now supersedes everything, and the Psycho Siren once again goes to retrieve her opponent, whom she brings to her feet and shoves towards the corner. The groggy Night Train tries to shake off the cobwebs, but is not fast enough; Andrea comes running in with a high knee! 

Night Train drops to the mat, but Andrea is not done yet. Once again ignoring Darrin's intimations to cover, the Psycho Siren places her opponent across the turnbuckle before ascending it, and diving off with a split-legged moonsault...

...which Night Train manages to roll out of the way of!

Her intentions thwarted, Andrea crashes and burns, lying face-down on the mat for a long moment. Night Train is in no better state, and is therefore also perfectly content to lie on the mat. The referee starts a count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Both women begin to stir!

FIVE!

Night Train rolls over onto all fours. Andrea is only now sitting up.

SIX!

Night Train scurries towards her corner. Andrea notices it and gives chase, eventually managing to grab Night Train's leg...

...but just a moment too late, as she successfully tags in Gaia!

The crowd roars as the big Spartan comes back in, engaging the weakened Andrea. The camera captures Darrin's look – somewhere between fury and resignation – as Gaia brings Andrea halfway to her feet, only to apply a double-underhook and throw her over with a suplex! The Greek rolls through to her feet, sizes up her opponent, then runs in with a knee strike, taking Andrea back down the moment she makes it to one knee herself!

With one-half of Love and Hate now at her mercy, the Greek's calm composure shines through. Gaia brings Andrea back to her feet and lifts her up into a Regal bomb, before sliding in and applying several quick punches to Andrea's face from a mounted position. She stops before the referee has a chance to get to her, however, and slips in behind the Psycho Siren, looking for the Galanos Clutch! 

Andrea comes alive, however, and throws a wild backwards punch, which somehow manages to connect with Gaia's face. She makes the most of the few seconds this buys her, and crawls forward, out of the Spartan's reach. She eventually manages to slip out of the ring, thus putting some distance between herself and Gaia.

Galanos is not putting up with it, however, and quickly gives chase. She catches Andrea in a standing chickenwing, but an elbow to the gut makes her reel and release it; seeing her chance, Andrea legs it around the ring post, back into the ring, and towards her corner, forcibly tagging in Darrin!

Predictably, this does not leave the Hate in Love and Hate exactly pleased, but Darrin has little time to process anything, as he has a determined Greek coming at him full force. As soon as she sees the tag, Gaia slides into the ring, and by the time Darrin makes his way in there, she is on top of him, pulling him out of the corner and into a hammerlock position. Darrin writhes and struggles, but Gaia thinks faster, and throws him over with a hammerlock suplex!

As her opponent hits the mat, Gaia rolls through to her feet. She waits for Darrin to get to one knee before reaching in, pulling him up, and applying a front facelock. Darrin's elbow immediately shoots out, aimed for Gaia's stomach, but once again the Greek thinks faster, and manages to land the reverse suplex!

Now firmly in control, Gaia once again rolls through to her feet and waits for Darrin to pull himself to a semi-vertical position. She then reaches in to bring him to his feet again...

...and gets rocked with an uppercut from out of nowhere, as the Evil F-ng Bastard busts his way back into the match!

Caught by surprise, the Spartan staggers back, no more than a step, but enough for Darrin to spring to life with a lariat! Surprised yet again, Gaia is unable to react, and drops to the mat. Darrin covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! Gaia kicks out!

The Greek's successful kickout predictably enrages the Evil F-n Bastard, who promptly brings her to her feet and throws her towards the corner. Gaia hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers back...directly into a Manhattan Drop! She stumbles around, in pain, and Darrin sees his chance. He lunges forward and grabs a sleeper hold, putting his opponent in dire straits!

As soon as she feels the hold being applied, Gaia begins attempting to fight it. She paces back and forth, attempting to throw Darrin off, but to no avail; the hold is locked in tight, and the Evil F-n Bastard grapevines it for good measure. Still, the Spartan does not quit, knowing she cannot pass out, and continues trying to throw her bigger, heavier opponent off her. When none of her more cunning tactics work, she goes with something far simpler – she steps forward and throws Darrin into the turnbuckle face first! The facebuster connects, and the Hate in Love and Hate slips to the floor, as the Spartan groggily puts some distance between him and herself!

It is clear that the sleeper hold has taken effect, however, as Gaia cannot get to her corner fast enough. She all but stumbles towards Night Train, and wastes no time tagging the tiny joshi in when she does get to her corner. She then gratefully steps through the ropes to stand behind her own corner, as Night Train signals for her to 'watch this', and begins climbing the turnbuckle.

By this time, Darrin has recovered, and is making his way to the ropes. He barely has time to register Night Train's presence atop the turnbuckle, however, before she leaps off with a diving hurricanrana...

...only to get caught by Darrin Kisler, flipped upside down, and dropped with a jumping piledriver!!! The crowd begrudgingly acknowledges the stunning reversal, as Darrin holds Night Train down for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The Tag Team Champions even the contest in spectacular fashion!

1-1 at 18:02: Love and Hate

Naturally, having taken one of the most devastating moves in wrestling, Night Train is out cold, crumpling to the mat the minute Darrin lets go of her. A smile broaches the Evil F-n Bastard's lips as he realises this, and he picks up the tiny Hunt by Night member, dragging her towards the corner turnbuckle. He sits Night Train down on it and begins to stomp away at her! Predictably, this brings the referee over to admonish him, but surprisingly, Darrin seems compliant this time around; he promptly steps off Night Train and backs up a few paces...

...only to lunge forward with a punt to the head of his unconscious opponent a moment later!!! Night Train slides to the floor, and Darrin pulls her towards the centre of the ring before covering!

ONE!

TWO!

...DARRIN GETS PULLED OFF NIGHT TRAIN BY GAIA!!!

The intervention of the Greek, breaking the pin, leaves Darrin incensed, and he promptly springs to his feet and whirls to face Gaia. He lunges forward with a lariat, but Gaia somehow manages to telegraph it, and slips him behind him, trapping his other arm instead! Not wasting another second, she drops the Evil F-n Bastard with a Charybdis Lariat, then goes to retrieve Night Train and drape her over Darrin for the cover. The referee, however, is having none of this, and promptly sends the Greek to her corner, a request Gaia is forced to comply with, however begrudgingly.

With both contestants now down, the referee begins the standard ten-count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Darrin starts to stir!

FIVE!

Darrin rolls over and begins to return to a vertical position, as Night Train gives the first signs of life since taking the piledriver and the punt.

SIX!

Darrin gets to his feet and turns around to face the still groggy Night Train, who is just now coming to. He picks her up, traps her head under his arm, and pulls her up into a vertical Northern Lights suplex, looking to hit the Northern Death Trap...

...only for Night Train to somehow reverse it into a spike DDT! Darrin faceplants, and the green-haired joshi buys herself a few precious seconds with which to recover!

With both competitors down yet again, the referee begins another count, one that is almost drowned by the fever-pitch volume of the crowd inside The Venue!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Night Train turns over onto her side. Darrin turns in the other direction, still writhing in pain!

FIVE!

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

SIX!

Night Train pulls herself halfway to a vertical position and begins to stumble across the mat...

...only for Darrin to reach in and pull her back by one of her legs!

The joshi does not hesitate, however, and promptly uses her free leg to mule-kick her opponent in the face! Darren reels back, with a scream, and Night Train scurries across the mat to tag in Gaia!

A huge roar erupts across The Venue as the Spartan comes in and picks Darrin up! She goes to position him for a suplex, but the Tag Champion once again springs up with an uppercut out of nowhere, rocking the Lioness! Gaia staggers back, and Darrin buys himself a few seconds with which to recover!

Fairly soon afterwards, however, both wrestlers are back on their feet, and Gaia is charging at Darrin. Thinking fast, he springs out of the corner with a Head Kick, his patented superkick...

...only for Gaia to spin out of the way! Darrin seeks to turn around, but as he does, he gets floored by a rebound clothesline from Gaia!

The Lioness allows herself a little fist pump as she lets her momentum carry her to the centre of the mat. Soon, however, she is once again fully focused on her opponent. She whirls around, sees Darrin returning to a vertical position, and reaches in to pull him up by the head...

...only to get her nose mushed in with an elbow, as Darrin lunges forward to tag in Andrea!

Caught by surprise, the Psycho Siren is not quick enough to react, and allows herself to get forcibly brought in by Gaia. She faceplants to the mat, but the Lioness promptly brings her to her feet again, enveloping her in what, to Andrea, might seem like an embrace. The reality is far harsher, however, as the Love half of the Tag Champions soon gets dropped with a hammerlock belly-to-belly suplex! Gaia holds her down for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

--Andrea's foot is on the ropes!!

The frustration is evident in Gaia's face, presumably at her own oversight, as she starts over. She brings Andrea up to her feet, and throws her over with a hammerlock suplex, taking her away from Love & Hate's corner. She then rolls through to her feet and waits patiently for her opponent to pull herself to her knees. When Andrea does, Gaia runs in with the Seismos Strike...

...but Andrea lies flat against the mat, and Gaia runs directly over her, connecting with nothing! Andrea scrambles to her feet as quickly as she can, as the Lioness seeks to halt her own momentum; she succeeds, turns around...

...and eats a hurricanrana from Andrea!

As the Greek goes flying over, the Psycho Siren takes the opportunity to catch a breather. In her corner, Darrin – who has had time to recover – is yelling himself hoarse, but to no avail; Andrea does take a few seconds to fully recover, before engaging the groggy Gaia.

Once she does, however, she wastes no time trapping the Greek and delivering her STO, which she calls the STOrgasm! She covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NIGHT TRAIN OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

The last-minute save by the small joshi keeps the match tied at one, much to Darrin's dismay. The Evil F-ng Bastard begins to yell at the referee that his count was too slow, claims which are at first ignored by the official. As Darren insists, however, becoming progressively more and more livid, the official begins to admonish him, eventually giving him until the count of five to relent. The Evil F-ing Bastard seems beside himself, however, and has ceased to listen to the referee---

---leaving the official no choice but to eject him from ringside at the end of the five-count!! 

The crowd roars as he gives the order, and ringside security steps forward to forcibly remove the kicking, screaming and thrashing Darrin from the premises.

Somehow, Andrea is obllivious to all this, focused as she is on her opponent. She does not, however, pass up on the opportunity to cheat, raking Gaia's eyes as she brings her opponent back up to her feet. This, of course, succeeds in giving the Psycho Siren a comfortable upper hand, and she promptly exploits it, pulling Gaia into the Bareback backbreaker! The move connects, the Lioness flops to the mat, and Andrea covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---INCOMING!!!

Night Train crashes on top of Andrea from the top rope, causing her to roll off of Gaia and thus breaking the pin. The smaller half of Hunt by Night ends up on top of her opponent, but just as it seems as though the two will share a romantic moment, Andrea – perhaps remembering Night Train's trickery the last time they met – throws the joshi overhead, returning her focus to Gaia.

Night Train's intervention has given the Greek time to regain her bearings, and she has used the precious few seconds to reach forward, grabbing for the ropes. She has just managed to grab the middle rope, and begun pulling herself to her feet, when Andrea comes from behind and brings her to her feet, looking to apply a perhaps ambitious bearhug. Predictably, this fails, as the Lioness connects with an elbow shot to the side of Andrea's head, loosening the hold, then slinks out of it and turns to face the reeling Siren

The following sequence of moves is delivered with incredible rapidity. Gaia hits a spinning sidekick to Andrea's midsection, doubling her over, then follows it up with a front kick to the face. Another sidekick to the gut follows, before Gaia signals to Night Train. The joshi understands the message and steps into the ring, running at the doubled-over Andrea and dropping her with the split-legged stunner she dubbed the Running Train! Andrea flops to the mat, and Night Train has a hand flourish, as if presenting the pin to Gaia. The Greek has no qualms taking it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

2-1 at 29:48: Hunt by Night

Gaia rolls off the top of Andrea, and checks the running stopwatch on the LCD screen above the entrance, which reveals there are only seconds to spare before the time limit expires. With Andrea out cold, and no Darrin to disturb them, all that is left is for the Greek and the joshi to mock-direct the crowd as they count down the seconds to the bell.

TEN!

NINE!

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

SIX!

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

DING DING DING!!!

Gaia and Night Train leap into the air, as they officially earn the right to call themselves the NEW UKWF Tag Team Champions!!!

WINNERS (2-1) in 30:00 and NEW UKWF Tag Team Champions: Hunt By Night

The crowd reaches fever pitch as Gaia and Night Train are handed their new prizes, after which the Lioness stoops down and allows the joshi to climb up onto her shoulders. It is from there, in a piggyback position, that Night Train holds up her belt, as Gaia does the same. The only frown in the house belongs to Kerry Buckingham as a shower of confetti rains down on the ecstatic duo, putting a fitting bow on another exciting night of UKWF action!