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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:08:10 GMT
At the usual time, in the usual medium, fans of British wrestling are welcomed by the usual theme song. The fast chords of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' serves as the soundtrack to the also familiar montage of company superstars performing impacting moves against a background of waving Union Jacks, all leading to the event title card:
UKWF CORPORATE PUNISHMENT From there, we cut to the inside of the Pulse night club, which is filled almost to capacity with a slightly different crowd than usual – namely, rabid wrestling fans. The cameraman cuts a path through the only available lane, which snakes through the crowd, and catches some of the most original signs brought by UKWF supporters: MAGDALENA – KISS UR TEETH GOODBYE HAIL TO THE BLACK QUEEN I'M UNDER SALEM'S SPELL WELCOME BACK OSCAR & VALERIE His panning exercise concluded, the cameraman then focuses on the announce table, where the usual duo of announcers wait to greet viewers. Right away, however, one difference is noticeable – while Barry wears his usual leather jacket and flat cap, Kerry has swapped her usual colourful blazers and pant suits for a form-fitting yet still elegant little black dress. As a result, Baz is seen eyeing his colleague appreciatively as the feed focuses on them. Barry Jones: Ooooeeerrrr!! Wha's all that, 'en? Kerry Buckingham: Well, dear, this is a club...I thought I might dress the part... Baz: Well, I ent complainin' luv... With that, the ever-flirtatious East Londoner finally turns to the camera: Baz: How do, folks? Welcome ter another edition o' UKWF! I'm ol' Baz Jones, an' sittin' next to me dolled up all posh is me luvly Kerry! Kerry, however, seems distracted looking around herself at Pulse's architecture. Kerry: ...I think I was here once with Stella and Ronnie. I remember it not being exactly to my taste... Baz: Wha', crowd too young? Kerry: Quite. Too young and far too female... This remark makes Barry cackle, and Kerry is left to glower at her partner in disapproval for a long moment as he recovers. Eventually, however, he is back in control of himself, and promptly continues: Baz: Anyway, folks, we got a great show comin' up! Startin' 'ere in a few moments, it's that witch girl, wotsername, Sally, takin' on that Adrian Atomic feller! That's their names, innit Kerr? Kerry, however, seems in a truculent mood, and does not answer her colleague's query, instead cutting across: Kerry: ...I could not care less what their names are, dear. To me, this evening is all about Maggie-dear teaching that insufferable Irish girl a lesson! Baz: Don't be so sure, Kerr...Jules 'as been on a tear, she 'as! An' she ent one to talk big an' not back it up! Kerry: Well, Magdalena barely talks at all, but she's destroyed everything that has been put in front of her. This girl tonight will be no different. Barry, perhaps not wishing to start a fight, chooses not to press the issue, instead moving on to the other noteworthy events of the evening: Baz: Also tonigh', that bird Valerie an' that Oscar bloke are returnin' to the UKWF...an' I 'eard we may be 'avin a new fella comin' in as well! Kerry: Ugh. Not interested and definitely not interested! The only other bout I am looking forward to is Arcane against Ursula. That should be fun to watch. Barry finally gives up the ghost, shrugging: Baz: Suit yerself, luv... The cockney then returns his gaze to the camera, but not without checking the entranceway for signs of its usual occupants early every show. Baz: Wha', them lot not sayin' owt t'night, then? Kerry: Oh, darling! They don't always have to talk...unlike certain people in this company, they know the value of silence! Once again, this elicits no more than a shrug from Barry, who prepares to continue running down the card. Before he can do so, however, a theme song starts up on the arena speakers, bringing a colossal cheer from the fans as they gear up for the first, exciting contest of the evening! |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:09:02 GMT
Salem Cartier v Adam Adonis
The match starts with the crowd cheering Salem, while gracing Adam with a somewhat mixed reaction, perhaps as a result of statements made throughout the week. The 'Last of His Kind' does not seem to mind this state of affairs overmuch, however, and does not even bother returning the handshake his opponent offers. Instead, he goes right on offence, surprising Salem with a roundhouse kick. The witch goes staggering back, and Adam gives chase, catching her with a Pele kick which throws her against the corner.
With his opponent trapped, Adam seeks to build his momentum with a turnbuckle powerbomb. He scales the ring post, dragging Salem behind him, positions her for the move, lifts...
...and gets sent sprawling as the witch reverses it into a headscissors takedown!
Both competitors fall to the mat as a result of the counter, but it is Salem who comes off with the upper hand. The witch once again perches herself on the turnbuckle, patiently waiting for Adam to return to his feet, as the crowd simmer in anticipation. Then, as the 'Last of His Kind' returns to his feet, she pushes off, nailing an elbow drop which takes Adam down to the mat again. Salem covers!
ONE!
--Kickout by Adam!
Understanding it was hopeful pin attempt at best, Salem rolls back through to her feet and bends to pick up Adam. As she brings him up, however, he lands a punch to her stomach, doubling her over and setting her up in perfect position for a facebreaker DDT! Salem falls to the mat, and it is Adam's turn to attempt a cover!
ONE!
---Kickout by Salem!
Despite the failed pin attempt, however, Adam is grinning as he returns to his feet, knowing the upper hand is his once again. He bends down and drags Salem up by her hair, only to drop her back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Another cover ensues!
ONE!
TW—another kickout by Salem!
Despite having failed once again, Adam seems perfectly content to merely wear down his opponent. As Salem once again seeks to recover her bearings, he drops down and begins to wrap himself around her arm, applying a Fujiwara armbar. The witch, who is still too woozy to put up a fight, therefore finds herself in dire straits!
Still, Salem is undaunted, and stretches toward the ropes, which are, agonizingly, just out of reach for her. She tries to endure the pain Adam is visibly causing with his armbar, and starts attempting to shift her position, so that she may gain those precious few inches necessary to grab the ropes.
This proves difficult, however, as Adam's armbar is expertly applied and he has it locked in just tight enough to prevent movement; still, Salem does not relent, and the next time she reaches for the ropes, she is visibly closer to them than before. The crowd roar in encouragement to their fan favourite, and this seems to spurn Salem on; the witch redoubles her efforts to fight through the pain of the hold and get to the ropes...and, after another agonisingly long moment, eventually manages to!!
The crowd are divided between a cry of triumph and a sigh of relief as the referee comes over and asks Adam to release the hold. Adonis, however, simply looks at him in disdain, almost defying him to start the five count. The referee glowers back just as defiantly as he does just that, but Adam does not seem to mind; the 'Last of His Kind' keeps the hold firmly locked in until the count of 'four', letting go exactly when he pleases and not a moment sooner.
His point made, Adonis rolls through to his feet and adopts an oddly compliant attitude, stepping back and allowing Salem to pull herself up to her feet with the help of the ropes. Once the witch does, however, the Puerto Rican's plan becomes clear, as he rushes forward and executes another beautiful Pele kick, catching Salem square in the head and sending her tumbling over the ropes to the outside. Adam lands on his feet and, seeing his move connected, does not hesitate – he takes a few steps back, picks up just enough momentum, and vaults over the ropes onto his opponent with a suicide dive!!
The startled front row fans move out of the way as Adonis come crashing down onto the fallen witch, catching her with the brunt of his body weight but doing some damage to himself in the process. As a result, both he and the witch stay down a long moment after the high-impact manoeuvre. The referee gives them a moment to potentially recover, but once he sees that will not happen, he begins the standard ten-count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Adam painstakingly rolls over onto his stomach, then lifts himself onto all fours.
FIVE!
Adam stays down on all fours a moment longer, catching his breath, as Salem herself begins to stir.
SIX!
Salem begins to pull herself up, as Adam lifts himself to one knee.
SEVEN!
Adam is on his feet, and leans in to grab Salem by the hair. He throws her against the ring apron!
EIGHT!
Adam rolls Salem in, then slides in under the bottom rope himself, breaking the count!
The crowd sound suitably up for it as Adam starts over, clambering to his feet and pulling Salem up again before she has time to do the same. The witch attempts to put up a fight, but her elbow shot is not enough to throw off Adonis, who connects with an inveted DDT! The move connects beautifully, and Adam covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Salem remains in the contest!
This time, Adam does look a little frustrated, but he has no choice except to start over. He picks Salem up once again and traps her head between his knees. He then heaves up, lifting her up into a piledriver position...
...only for Salem to counter by way of a hurricanrana!
The crowd explodes as Adonis goes flying over, but Salem does not immediately go on offence; instead, she takes a much-needed breather near the ropes, recovering from the damage Adonis has managed to inflict upon her.
Knowing she cannot take her eyes off her opponent for too long, however, she quickly turns to face Adonis...and not a moment too soon, as her opponent is barrelling towards her! Seeing the witch turn his way, Adam leaps into the air with his superman punch...
...but misses, as Salem sidesteps! Adonis falls chest first into the ropes, and bounces off...
...straight into a shin breaker from Salem!!! The witch keeps the leg hooked, and connects with a leg-trap Saito suplex, throwing Adam over and bringing herself back into the match with a shout! She quickly turns around, slides in, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO!! Adam kicks out!!
The fans are reaching boiling point by this time, and Salem seems to feed off that energy as she once again picks up Adam and begins to set him up in a double underhook. The 'Last of His Kind' counters with a headbutt to the stomach, which sends the witch reeling, but Salem thinks on her feet and connects with a brutal lariat takedown instead! Adam flops onto his back again, and Salem covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!! Another kickout by Adam!
Each move the two athletes manage to land only whips the crowd into more of a frenzy, and by this time the noise inside Pulse is deafening. A chant of Salem's name erupts from somewhere in the arena, causing the witch to take a moment to raise her arm in acknowledgement. This only makes that particular section cheer louder, and Salem feeds off this as she once again brings Adam to his feet.
This gesture, however, costs her, as the Puerto Rican is aware enough to connect with a brutal elbow to the stomach. Salem staggers back, doubling over as she does, and Adam wastes no time connecting with an impressive-looking front flip DDT! Salem goes down like a sack of bricks, and Adam covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?
NO!!!! Salem somehow managed to be aware enough to get her foot on the ropes!
This time, Adam is visibly upset that the witch managed to find a way to avoid defeat. Even still, he is also aware he still has the upper hand, and promptly seeks to capitalise on it. After checking that Salem is still out cold, he begins to scale the turnbuckle. Once he gets to the top, he turns around, and dives back down with a double-foot stomp, straight to Salem's chest. He covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE???
NO!!! Salem's foot is on the ropes again!!!
For the first time in the match, Adam allows himself to show signs of irritation, grimacing and mouthing a curse. Still, it does not take him more than another moment to return to offence, He picks the seemingly still unconscious Salem up and lifts her into a vertical position, looking for his vertical brainbuster...
...only for Salem to somehow pull herself down into a standing position once again!! Adam attempts to react quickly, but the revived witch reacts quicker, leaping up to support herself on Adam's thighs and driving his head down with a monkey flip DDT! Adonis crumples to the mat, and the exhausted Salem falls gratefully down beside him, glad to have a chance to recover!
The two contestants lie on the mat for a long moment more, as the crowd erupts around them. A chant of 'THIS IS AWE-SOME' starts somewhere inside the nightclub, and quickly spreads to the front rows, then around the space, until the entire crowd is singing it. The contestants, however, seem far too out of it to notice, and their lack of responsiveness leads the referee to start a count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Salem begins to stir, rolling over onto her side.
FIVE!
Adam is also rolling over onto his side, as Salem crawls for the ropes.
SIX!
Adam also begins to make his way to the ropes, leading the referee to stop the count!
For a long moment thereafter, both athletes neglect going on offence in favour of regaining their bearings. They push themselves up to their feet, then lean against the ropes a long moment, on opposite sides of the ring. By this point, the crowd is reaching fever pitch, and the two finally seem to take notice of the cheers the fans are gracing them with. They exchange a glance as they step into the centre of the ring, Adam smirking and jerking a thumb towards the fans as if to say 'we caused this.' Salem responds with a grin of her own...
...before lunging forward and surprising Adam with a palm strike! Caught by surprise, the 'Last of His Kind' reels back, and Salem sees her chance. She rushes forward and sends both herself and her opponent out of the ring with a big cactus clothesline!
As they topple to the floor, both wrestlers seem worse for wear, and another long moment ensues in which neither stirs. The crowd eggs them on, with chanting and cheering, but it is not enough to elicit an immediate response from either wrestler; instead, the referee begins a count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Only at 'five' does one of the competitors begin to stir, as Salem pulls herself to a seated position. Adam is only then very gingerly rolling onto his side.
SIX!
Salem pulls herself up the rest of the way and staggers towards the apron, too dazed to think of engaging the by now seated-up Adonis.
SEVEN!
Salem hoists herself up onto the apron, one step ahead of Adam!
EIGHT!
Salem rolls under the ring, lying spread-eagle on the mat. A moment later, Adam does the same, equally too exhausted to immediately react.
It takes another long, long moment for either athlete to budge, but just as the referee is about to start another ten-count, Adonis rolls over onto his side and grabs the nearby ropes. He gingerly pulls himself up, then leans against them, recovering. A few feet away, Salem is going through the exact same procedure, at the exact same deliberate pace.
Eventually, both wrestlers are sufficiently recovered to hobble to the centre of the mat and face one another. For a moment, neither one budges, each simply studying the other. Then, after a long few seconds, Salem lunges forward with her high-speed elbow strike, the New Hampshire Handshake...
...WHICH ADAM DODGES!!! The 'Last of His Kind sidesteps and pops up behind the witch, trapping her in position for It's Over 9000, his lifting inverted DDT! He brings Salem up...
...but she somehow manages to float over onto her feet!!! Adam starts to spin around...
...and gets pulled down onto a rollup!! The referee counts!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Adam kicks out...
...but just a second too late!!! Salem picks up a win on her debut, in an astonishing wrestling match!!!
WINNER in 14:32: Salem Cartier
As soon as the bell rings, Salem pushes herself up onto her feet and goes in for a hug on Adam; the Puerto Rican, however, pushes her away, and Salem, taking this action to derive from masculine pride, switches to a handshake. Once again, however, Adam swats the witch's hand away, instead asking for a microphone from a stage hand. It seems the 'Last of His Kind' has something to say! |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:09:46 GMT
After the match, Adam went outside of the ring, asked for a microphone, grabbed a chair and sat down inside the ring. He then waited until the crowd calmed down before speaking.
Adam: You might be wonderin’, why in the blue hell would I address you. Why would the one guy that feels this company is filled with idiots an’ the one guy that didn’t give a crap ‘bout what you thought would stan’ here in the middle of this rin’, after a match ‘gainst Salem Cartier an’ speak.
Adam gives a small laugh as he puts his head down and then brings it back up.
Adam: Well, take it as your lucky day. Since there ‘ave been a couple of thin’s I’ve been wantin’ to take out of my chest for a lon’ time an’ I feel right now is the perfect time to address them.
Adam pointed out to the curtain before speaking once more.
Adam: An’ if anyone, I don’t care who, dares to step outside of that curtain an’ interrupt me… remember, I can whip your ass an’ I ‘ave a chair here.
He then gave a sigh and waited a couple of seconds as he continued speaking.
Adam: ’am sick an’ tired of bein’ treated like nothin’. Of bein’ disrespected week after week. Of bein’ treated as less than Mark Storm, for fuck’s sake. ‘am sick an’ tired of bein’ the one to step inside this rin’ an’ get you ‘hot’ for the show. It’s cool comin’ in, collectin’ a paycheck an’ then leave the fuck out of this shithole… but let’s be honest here for a secon’.
Any wrestler that respects him or herself, wants the biggest matches possible. Wants to be in the spotlight, the MAIN attraction. But week after week I’ve not been that. No matter what everyone else says over on social media… bein’ in the rin’ on the first match an’ then watch as other lesser talent gets the spotlight… is an insult.
This week, this week was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You see, I faced a woman makin’ her debut in front of you… but that woman is one of the biggest names in wrestlin’ today… she was facin’ the one guy that kept getting’ up against Ash Scion, somethin’ that most of you an’ the stupid morons in the back thought was impossible… yet… we opened the show.
The one match you paid to see… was the first match you saw. In fact, I don’t even know why your asses are still here, since… the best match on the card has already gone by. Are you waitin’ for Areano? Ghensi? The tag match? Wait… I know… you’re waiting for Ash Scion 2.0 an’ Ash Scion 2.5 to fight each other.
That’s right, because both Juliet Black an’ Magdalena are overhyped morons that don’t deserve the spot they’re given. But ‘am the stupid one… ‘am the one bitter.
Adam stands up and gives a sigh before continuing his speech.
Adam: Fact of the matter is. I made up my mind. I knew comin’ in this would be my last match for UKWF in a while.
Surprise engulfed the whole crowd as Adam uttered those words. He simply smiled and proceeded to speak.
Adam: I knew that win or lose against Salem… I wouldn’t be back in this rin’ in a lon’ time. Why? Because of the stupid thin’s that happen here on a constant basis.
It’s no wonder big talent leaves the company. It’s no wonder big names state this isn’t the best company in the UK. It has two monkeys runnin’ ‘roun’ an’ playin’ with the wrestlers like this is their own personal sandbox.
And I… I can’t stan’ that.
Another sigh from Adam as he spoke once more.
Adam:So, as of this moment… an’ until the morons of Stella an’ James get the fuck out of the rin’, start treatin’ talent with respect, run this company the way it should be, leave their problems to their own fuckin’ beds… ‘AM OUT!
Adam dropped the microphone and stormed out of the ring. |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:10:41 GMT
Arabella v Bianca Davis Arabella is quick to start the match up, charging full speed at Queen B and hitting her with a devastating clothesline. Arabella picks Davis up and throws her towards the ropes. Arabella hits another clothesline then hits a springboard moonsault, before climbing to the top rope. Arabella sets up for a missile dropkick but Davis quickly runs over and shakes the ropes, causing Arabella to trip and fall to the mat. Davis chokes Arabella with her foot against the ropes as the referee begins the count.ONE!TWO!THREE!FOUR!Davis breaks the hold.Davis pulls Arabella up by the hair and hits a hair pull backbreaker. She waits for Arabella to stand before attempting a running knee lift, which Arabella manages to avoid. Arabella unleashes a flurry of punches followed by a basement dropkick. Arabella attempts to pick Queen B up, but Davis bitch slaps her then stands up and hits her "Queens Makeover" and covers.ONE!TWO!Arabella kicks out!Once again pulling Arabella up by the hair, Davis attempts to hit "Beauty Sleep" but Arabella slides out of the fireman's carry position and reverses into a cross armbreaker. Queen B quickly grabs the rope and Arabella immediately breaks the hold.Arabella goes to hit her "On the River Tames" but Davis is able to duck under it and hit a spinning heel kick. Queen B stands over Arabella and taunts her, only to be met with a hard slap across the face. Jumping straight back to her feet, Arabella sets up for an inverted DDT but Davis reaches up and rakes Arabella's eyes. Queen B turns around and hits the Beauty Sleep then goes for the cover using the ropes for leverage.ONE!TWO!THREE!
And Bianca Davis picks up her very first win in UKWF!
WINNER in 5:25 Bianca Davis |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:33:41 GMT
The theme song to 'Match of The Day', familiar to any UK resident with even a passing interest in sports, elicits the opposite reaction than usual from the fans in attendance this time around. This is because the instantly recognisable tune indicates, not the start of an afternoon sports show, but the arrival of UKWF's welfare superstars, Gav and Shazza. The duo make their way to ringside, Gav in his usual tatty Milwall shirt and Shazza going for the exact opposite look, with a short, tight 'party' dress and heels so high she appears to be walking on stilts.
Kerry: Ugh! Some people have no class what-so-e-ver...
Baz: She's wearin' the same as you, luv...it's 'im they oughtn't of let in...I tried goin' in a place like this wearin' me club colours one time...oooeerrrr!
Kerry, for once, appears genuinely curious:
Kerry: ...what happened?
Baz: Believe me, luv...you dun' wanner know.
On the contrary, Kerry seems to very much want to know, but before she can so much as formulate a question, the harsh, raspy tones of Gav the Chav cut her off:
Gav the Chav: Oi! Oi! Oi! Shut it! OI! SHUT IT!!!
The fans, however, are slow to comply to the lad's request; instead, a section begins chanting West Ham support songs, causing the chav to start ranting off the mic and Baz, on commentary, to join in:
Baz: WEEE ALL FOLLOW THE WEEEEST HAAAAMMM...
After another moment, however, both the fans and the announcer are cut off by a shrill, other-wordly shriek:
Voice: SHUUUUUUT IIIIIITTTTTTT!!!
A stunned silence takes over Pulse as Shaz smiles at her man, handing the microphone back over to him – she appears to have used both hers and his to make her scream resonate more effectively.
Gav: Cheers, babes...
Shazza Jade: No worries, babes. Bein' disinfectful to you, they woz! Had t' do it, like...
Shaz smiles at her boyfriend and leans in for a quick peck, before once again taking the microphone:
Shaz: Right 'en, you lot shut it! My man's got summat to say!
The crowd begins to boo again almost instantly, but Shaz powers over them:
Shaz: Milwall won yesterday...
The jeering starts again, along with some of the West Ham chants.
Baz: Har! I likes this lot, me!
Shazza, her cheeks flustering, once again raises her voice so as to be heard over the crowd:
Shaz: MILLWALL WON YESTERDAY...an' so Gav wants ter 'ave a bit o' fun, don't ya, babes?
Gav nods:
Gav: If they'd of lost, I'd be wantin' ter bash some cunt's teeth in...but 'cos they won, I wants ter bash some cunt's teeth in!
Surprisingly, Baz chuckles at this remark, though his mirth is drowned out by the couple in the ring:
Shaz: Too righ'! An' since them copper cunts wouldn't let 'im an' 'is mates do it down th' pub yesterday...we're gunner be doin' it 'ere ternigh'!
Gav nods again, turning to the ramp:
Gav: Too bloody right! So if any cunt back 'ere wants a fight...any cunt at all...they need ter come down 'ere an' let me bash their teeth in!
A long moment of silence follows this bold statement, in which Pulse simmers in a low boil and Gav and Shazza wait defiantly and impatiently for their challenge to be answered; then, after a moment, a theme song starts up on the speakers, sending the London club into a frenzy! It seems Gav has found himself a challenger!
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:37:52 GMT
Kincaid vs Gav The Chav
I Want It All!
I Want It All!
I Want It All!
And I Want It Now!
The bombastic opening to Queen's “I Want It All” plays over the speakers and the crowd turns to the stage as the newest signing to UKWF makes his way out from the back. Kincaid stands at the top of the aisle, eyes locked on the ring. He storms toward the ring, smacking the hands of a few fans and never taking his eyes off of Gav as he hops easily from the ground to the apron. He heads inside, crossing the ring to the other corner and standing up on it with a single finger pointed high in the air.
The second Kincaid hops down off the buckle, Gav charges across the ring and smacks him in the face with a right hand! Kincaid fights back, still in his ring jacket, throwing a trio of huge right hands that send his opponent pinballing back across the ring. Gav goes in for another attack and Kincaid ducks a clothesline, suddenly scooping his legs out from underneath him and pulling him up and over for the Straight Shooter half crab! Gav yells out in pain, cutting loose with a string of threats and profanity as he tries to fight his way to the ropes. Kincaid shakes his head though and yanks him all the way from the ropes to the other side of the ring!
Gav raises a hand, about to tap but then reaches out and grabs the ref's pantleg! He yells for Kincaid to get off him and the ref pulls himself free as hard as he can, twisting away from the ropes. At that moment Shazza Jade hops up onto the apron and yells something at Kincaid. He raises an eyebrow, puzzled, but doesn't release the hold. Suddenly, Shazza pulls a canister of hair spray out from behind her back and sprays it into his eyes! Kincaid lets the hold go, moving away from the ropes and attempting to wipe the spray out of his eyes.
Gav takes the opportunity, hopping up and jumping onto Kincaid with a flurry of punches. He yanks his ring jacket over his head, driving his knees up into his midsection and doubling him over. Gav talks trash, throwing Kincaid's entrance gear over the ropes and giving him a few quick kicks to the head with his toe. This only seems to fire up Kincaid, who tries to throw a punch but can't quite aim it with the spray in his eyes. Gav pulls him up and locks in a sloppy side headlock, yelling something at Shazza who claps and cheers him on. Then suddenly, Kincaid pushes off the headlock and sends Gav off the ropes. When he comes back, Kincaid leaps into the air and takes his head off with a Flying Lariat!
Kincaid gets to his feet, shaking the effects of the spray off and walking over to the corner. He scales the ropes and points a finger high in the air! He looks down at a horrified looking Shazza, shrugs and then flies From On High! The devastating frog splash connects! The ref drops!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER in 3:56: Kincaid |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 15, 2016 17:47:36 GMT
Chris Ghensi vs. AsphyxiatorWe're off to an early start as Asphyxiator gets the jump on Chris during his entrance, knocking him down and putting the boots in. An attempt to throw Ghensi into the security barrier is reversed, though, and Ghensi charges into the bigger man, sending both men tumbling over - AND THE BARRIER COLLAPSES! The front row fans go scattering like nine-pins as both men roll into the chairs! There's audible swearing from the camera operator over the roar of the crowd, and venue security moves in as some smart alec attempts to rush the ring - we'll be right back.
After that unfortunate technical hiccup, we return to Ghensi delivering a Missile Dropkick to Asphyxiator, with the match officially started during the downtime. Whatever damage Asphyxiator may have taken from the barriers hasn't dimmed his freakish resilience, as he wobbles but stays on his feet and catches Chris with a Big Boot when the latter closes range. Monsieur Charlevoix' subsequent punch barrage is, as ever, only halted by the ref's insistence, for which the zebra very nearly loses his stripes. Badly timed, as Ghensi catches Asphyxiator with a firm kick to the kneecap when he turns back, bringing the big man down to one foot. A Flying Headscissors after a run-up takes him down all the way, and Ghensi ties him up in a Figure-4!
Asphyxiator roars more in fury than pain, and rears up to swipe at Ghensi's head - but even his arms can't reach far enough. Worse, he doesn't seem to know what to do in the hold, making no effort to reach the ropes or roll over! A full minute passes and it starts to look like the monster is fading, his struggles becoming less vigourous as he lays back - both shoulders down...
ONE!
T -
And rolls one shoulder off the mat at the sound. Ghensi's energized by the apparent weakness, and pushes himself up off the mat to apply more pressure. Asphyxiator roars again and sits up - and brings his head down toward Ghensi's left knee with a headb - BITING?! He's BITING at Ghensi's knee! Chris cries out in surprise and shakes the hold off even as the ref warns Asphyxiator yet again!
Ghensi protectively cradles his previously-crippled knee - we can see a thin line of red seeping through his fingers, and he does not look happy. Asphyxiator takes his time getting up, and almost seems confused by the unfamiliar sensation of pain in his legs. Get up he does, though - and gets stopped in his tracks with a chop block. Asphyxiator doubles over, refusing to fall - Ghensi on the rebound, hits the Overhook! Now heads up top and - Shooting Star Press to Asphyxiator! Held for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH -
And Asphyxiator throws him off! Ghensi aims for another submission - Boston Crab? - but Charlevoix kicks him off. Asphyxiator takes a knee on his way up, looking winded, and Chris doubles down on the Overhook - BUT Asphyxiator catches hold of his legs midway through, and counters by slinging him forwards into an Alabama Slam! Asphyxiator doesn't look weakened at all now, pulling a disoriented Ghensi to his feet - Iron Claw applied! And up - and DOWN! Asphyxiation Slam! And the big man slumps down into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
NO! GHENSI'S BOOT RESTING ON THE ROPE!
Asphyxiator keeps on pinning, like he still expects the bell to ring - and boy is he unhappy when the ref spells it out! Ghensi weakly crawls over to one corner while Asphyxiator screams bloody murder and advances on the referee with murder in his eyes! It looks like he's two seconds away from unscrewing the official's head, when some sixth sense makes him turn around - Ghensi with a Spear! Pin!
...Nope! No pin, because Asphyxiator's not out and he's got one hand around Chris' throat! He sits up and now it's both hands! Ghensi already red in the face, frantically battering at the monster's arms to no effect as Asphyxiator returns to a standing position - and LIFTS Ghensi up by the neck, shaking him like a Polaroid picture! (thanks Andre 3000 for making that reference ageless) And the ref - the ref's had enough! Calls for the bell!WINNER by disqualification in 6:54: Chris GhensiIf Asphyxiator hears the bell, he doesn't show it, continuing to choke the life out of Ghensi regardless. The referee grabs for his arms and gets a headbutt for his troubles! The timekeeper rings the bell again, pointlessly...wait, the stage curtain just fluttered -
IT'S URSULA AREANO! She's got a slightly crazed gleam in her eye as she sprints down the ramp, onto the apron - soars over with a Flying Forearm to Asphyxiator! Ghensi drops from his grip as he wheels around to face the new threat - and Ursula's all over him with leg kicks and elbows! She backs the monster up to the ramp-side ropes and takes a step back, then unleashes her Fist of Fury - ASPHYXIATOR CATCHES IT IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND! Ursula's eyes widen at the sight of her hand virtually swallowed by Asphyxiator's before the monster's free hand catches her in an Iron Claw! She screams and clutches her skull...
SPEAR BY GHENSI SENDS ASPHYXIATOR TUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE! Ghensi flops down, that one last gasp of effort draining him...and Asphyxiator, somehow, still gets up, if anything angrier than before! He tears the steel ring steps free and hoists them up, and - Ursula with a dropkick through the ropes, BOOTING THE STEPS INTO ASPHYXIATOR'S FACE! She skins the cat back into the ring as the monster reels on its back, rolls over and stands...and this time, finally, he's had enough, retreating back up the ramp.
We take one last look at the ring, with Ursula supporting a pale, knackered but defiant Chris Ghensi as "Sacrifice" plays, then follow the deranged Asphyxiator as he slips away behind the curtain, frothing and screaming about the forthcoming Presidential election of all things. Over to the ads... |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 16, 2016 12:53:04 GMT
Night Train Ayano is seen walking backstage with her belt on her shoulder when she’s suddenly speared by something big, who reveals herself to be Moonlight. Carnival and Aurora are quick to appear and step and kick Ayano. Moonlight grabs her and throws her against a wall before getting her up just so that Carnival hit the Masterplan.
Aurora walks towards the camera and takes it from the camera man by force.
Aurora: This is ours now! Leave!
She brings and points the camera at the beaten and laid down Ayano.
Aurora: Hey, UKWF, this is YOUR tag team champion! Look at her! Does she look like a champion? I don’t think so. I think she looks like a beaten up loser. Which is why I was just talking to Stella and she just agreed that my sisters should be YOUR next champions.
Carnival grabs the title and holds to the camera with a smirk on her face and then slaps it on Ayano’s face.
Aurora: Gaia, beware, we’re coming for you.
The camera is seen falling on the ground and the scene fades to black with the feet on the Master Sisters walking away.
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Post by UKWF on Oct 16, 2016 12:54:06 GMT
The Master Sisters v Team PRD
The match starts, not with a sneak attack this time, but with the Master Sisters allowing Team PRD to go through their full entrance, despite being in the ring already as the fan-favourite joshi duo come in. This behaviour is encouraged by Aurora, who may be seeking to prove a point with regards to her and her sisters being able to take on the pop idols without resorting to sneak attacks. Or perhaps it is mind games, destined to throw May and June off by making them suspicious – a tactic which, if the look on the joshi's faces as they conclude their routine is any indication, is not without effect.
Still, even despite allowing their opponents to get to the ring safely, the Master Sisters do not let up once the bell rings. Predictably, Moonlight starts for her team, and she wastes no time going on offence against PRD's legal woman, Junko. Before the joshi even has time to figure out a game plan, she is being picked up and thrown over with a German suplex! She hits the mat hard, but manages to roll over to her feet...just in time to get rammed into with a big boot! She falls against the ropes, semi conscious, and Moonlight steps forward to give her a shove over the top and out of the ring!
By this point, Carnival is all but standing on the top turnbuckle, arm outstretched, yelling 'TAG ME! TAG ME!' Moonlight, surprisingly, complies, and walks over to make her sister the legal woman. A big, wicked grin spreads across Carnival's face as she slaps her sister's hand, and a second later, she is diving off the buckle onto the just-barely-recovering Junko! The suicide dive connects, and both women go down, leading the referee to start a count!
ONE!
TWO!
Carnival rolls off Junko and begins to pull herself upright using the barrier!
THREE!
A fan tries to hinder her recovery, but Aurora intercedes, distracting him and allowing Carnival to continue recovering.
FOUR!
Carnival gets to her feet and re-enters the ring, leaving the dazed Junko to pick herself up on the outside!
This, the joshi does after another moment – at which point, Carnival turns to her sister on the turnbuckle, holds up a finger and says 'watch this!' She then backs up a couple of steps,springboards off the ropes and goes for a senton bomb to the outside...
...which finds nobody home! Junko is just aware enough to sidestep the oncoming move, rolling back into the ring instead! The referee waits for the joshi to re-enter, and begins another count!
ONE!
TWO!
Aurora promptly walks over and begins to help Carnival to her feet, audibly yelling at her all the while.
THREE!
FOUR!
Aurora manages to bring a groggy Carnival to her feet, and rolls her back into the ring, still yelling. Even still, this is enough to break the referee's count, and put the Master Sister back in the contest!
Unfortunately, the tables have turned, as this respite has given June more than enough time to walk over to her corner and tag in her partner. As such, when the groggy Carnival finally pulls herself to her feet once again, she finds herself face to face with a fresh Meiko, just waiting to floor her with a belly-to-belly suplex! The crowd roar as the move connects, and the joshi holds on for a pin!
ONE!
TW—NO! Carnival kicks out!
Despite the unsuccessful pin attemp, May does not let her kawaii energy wane; instead, she rolls off the top of Carnival, gets to her feet, and leans in to grab her opponent. Carnival attempts to put up a fight, but is unable to resist as May connects with a scoop slam, taking her down to the mat once again! The joshi drops down again, for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
--Carnival kicks out!
Still May's upbeat disposition does not wane, as she picks up her opponent yet again and throws her over with a German suplex, bringing her closer to the centre of the ring. She then rolls to her feet, waits for Carnival to bring herself to hers, and connects with a running short-arm clothesline, taking her opponent down yet again.
This time, however, she does not cover; instead, she lets her momentum carry her to her own corner, where she tags in June! The crowd roar as the now-recovered second member of PRD starts to climb the turnbuckle, pausing briefly to measure the distance between herself and the slowly-recovering Carnival. Seemingly happy with what she sees, she then takes off with a diving crossbody, catching considerable air before crashing down on the hapless Master Sister. The crowd roars as the referee drops to his knees to count another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!!!
Carnival kicks out yet again, and Pulse lets out a collective groan. June, ironically, seems to be the least bothered by this, and simply seeks to continue her spell of momentum, which she does by springboarding off the ropes into a big elbow drop! She covers yet again, and the referee counts!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! Carnival survives yet again!
Like May before her, June keeps her peppy and upbeat attitude as she picks her opponent up and throws her towards the nearby ropes. Carnival bounces off, and gets caught in the rebound with a flapja----NO!!! She sees it coming, and leapfrogs over Junko! Realising what happened, the joshi quickly collects herself and turns to give chase – only to find that it is too late, and Carnival has managed to bring her considerably larger sister back into this match!
Seeing her situation quickly getting worse, the kawaii superstar nonetheless makes an attempt at putting up a fight, running towards the ropes and bouncing off---
---straight into a spear from Moonlight!!!
Pulse groans as the joshi goes down like a sack of bricks, but Moonlight barely pauses to admire her own feat. Instead, she halts her own momentum and whirls around to face her opponent once again, before leaning in to drape Junko over her shoulders! Pulse hold their breath as they sense the Master Crush coming...
...then roar as Junko slips off and dropkicks Moonlight in the back, buying herself a few extra seconds! She uses this momentary respite to make a mad dash across her ring towards her corner...
...only to be tripped halfway through by Aurora, who tugs at her trouser leg just discreetly enough to make it look like a trip! Pulse gives a reaction halfway between dismay and displeasure, as Moonlight coolly catches up to her now-fallen opponent and brings her to her feet. She leans in, whispers something close in Junko's ear, then floors her with her trademark KO punch, the Please Don't Die! She drops down and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Meiko dashes in, only to be barrelled into at full speed by Carnival! Both women topple over the top rope as the referee brings his hand down one last time...
THREE!
...and seals yet another victory for the Master Sisters over their joshi rivals!
WINNERS in 7:01: The Master Sisters
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Post by UKWF on Oct 16, 2016 12:57:46 GMT
[/i] Arcane v Ursula Areano
The match begins with a surprising display of technical, ground-and-pound ability from Arcane right off the bat; it’s made apparent early on that he’s scouted the more experienced, high-flying Ursula well, keeping things on an even playing field… or wrestling mat, rather. Pinioning wristlocks, hammerlocks, and headlocks of the front and side variety dominate the beginning of the match. Ursula is no slouch herself, though, and for every slow, tactile hold Arcane can lock in, the Argentinean luchadora finds a way to reverse and squeeze out of them, in her standard, imaginative fashion.
Caught in a wristlock, Ursula attempts to kip-up out of the hold, each acrobatic display garnering a building ooh from the crowd.
Arcane responds in kind by stomping down on her throat mid-kip-up, flattening her, and going so far as to kneel over for the cover. Ursula kicks out before one, and the tense match-up continues.
Ursula pushes herself back onto her feet, and catches Arcane’s arm swinging toward her with ease, waving a finger (an index finger; she’s not Juliet, c’mon now) in his face and snaps him over her shoulder, falling back for an Arm Drag. Arcane hits the ground running, though, and boots Ursula right in the gut with a back kick.
Rebounding off the ropes, Arcane picks up an increasing amount of speed, but Ursula displays her strong suits, sliding under his legs and leapfrogging over his head with clean precision. Once again, Arcane has little patience for high-flying tricks, and catches Ursula mid-leapfrog with a spiking Snap Powerslam! He covers again!
One!
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Tw—kick out by Ursula!
Dragging her to her feet, Arcane whips Ursula into the corner, but the luchadora stops herself against the turnbuckle, hoisting herself over behind the charging Arcane. She looks to somersault to the safety of the opposite corner, but Arcane once again catches her, arms locked around the upside down luchadora’s waist – who in turn, catches Arcane in a pair of Headscissors, and throws him over with effortless grace! As Arcane clutches his head, the crowd oohs and ahhs for the fan-favorite’s lucha libre style.
Picking up a dazed Arcane, Ursula hoists herself up to the second rope, pumping up the crowd even further, and preparing herself for yet another high-flying maneuver – until Arcane recovers and punts her over the ropes, her head colliding with the ring apron as she crumples to the floor! Arcane contemplates jumping over to finish the job, but his arrogance gets the best of him, and he signals for the referee to wrap it up with a twirl of his finger. The referee begins to count.
One!
...
Two!
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Three!
...
Four!
Ursula begins to stir, rolling onto her back, wincing and clutching at her rattled skull. Arcane, meanwhile, is too busy getting cheap heat from the crowd from the ring to notice.
Five!
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Six!
Ursula stands up, steadying herself with the barricade railing, and shakes away the remaining cobwebs. The droning boos transitioning to cheers of relief do not go unnoticed by Arcane, and he glares with annoyance as Ursula climbs onto the ring apron.
Before Ursula can get through the ropes and back into the ring, an incensed Arcane charges in for a clothesline, desperate to complete his victory via count-out. Quick-thinking as ever, Ursula ducks down, pulling down the top rope as Arcane hurdles clean over it! The crowd cheers as Ursula smiles… but Arcane is not out of the picture quite yet, and catches one of Ursula’s legs to sweep out her balance and send her tumbling to the floor again!
The two dazed competitors collect themselves on the floor, give each other a look of building frustration, and dive for each other with reckless abandon!
Arcane looks to overpower Ursula, attempting to top her and rain down elbows and forearm shots, but Ursula cocks and elbow of her own and catches him off guard. This gives her a chance to slide from beneath him, and leap up for a Dropkick to Arcane’s back! The referee restarts his count:
One!
...
Two!
The all-out brawl continues on the floor, moving from one side of the ring to the other, all four corners of the crowd getting some choices pieces of the action.
Three!
...
Four!
With both exhausted competitors realizing a double count-out could be in their near future, the two break from their onslaught, and look to scramble through the ropes to stop the count. Arcane, having thrown Ursula against the barricade, gets there first, rolling under the bottom rope and taking his time to recover and catch his breath. The Argentinean Iron Woman, it seems, has given him more than he bargained for.
Ursula climbs back onto the apron again, and looks to line up Arcane for a springboard maneuver—but Arcane uppercuts that strategy right out of her head, and uses the second rope to hoist her up for a Brainbuster! With a cry of fury, Arcane throws her overhead—
--and Ursula flips onto her feet! The crowd roars as Ursula hits the shocked Arcane with a quick Jumping Neckbreaker! She then drags him to his feet, Irish Whipping him hard into the corner, and dashes toward him for a jumping Argentina Train! Her two knees connect, and the villainous Arcane falls flat on his face.
Ursula scrambles for the cover!
One!
...
Two!
...
Three?!
No!
Ursula looks up at the referee, exasperated. He motions to Arcane’s foot, just barely caught under the ropes – there’s no pinfall!
Ursula and the crowd share a similar exhausted reaction, victory so narrowly taken from their grasp. Ursula staggers to her feet on shaky knees, but points toward the adjacent turnbuckle, signaling for the end. As she slowly climbs to the top rope, the audience clues in on what she intends to do, and cheer wildly as the wobbly Ursula tries to steady herself.
Out of nowhere, Arcane springs to life, using the ropes to elevate a stiff Roundhouse Kick to the side of Ursula’s head! Ursula, nearly falling from the back of the turnbuckle, collapses into a sitting position, slumped and out of commission! Arcane climbs to the second rope, twists her around, and throws her overhead for a devastating German Suplex! Ursula flips through the air, but there’s no gas left in her tank, and she collides with the mat with a harsh clatter.
Arcane rolls to his feet, picks her up into a Fireman’s Carry and—Ursula struggles! She throws an elbow into his face! And another! And another! And—
--she’s dropped head-first onto his knee! The Magnum Opus connects! Arcane covers, wrenching up her leg with zealous pride!
One!
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Two!
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Three!
WINNER in 10:30: Arcane |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 16, 2016 21:49:39 GMT
The Australian-American Connection v The Divas of Dominance
The Divas come out first, and seem somewhat miffed, perhaps because they are thus denied the advantage of a sneak attack on their opponents. Said opponents, on the other hand, get a considerable ovation when they step through the curtain, complete with a chant of 'WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!' The London crowd's enthusiasm is enough to make even the usually grouchy Oscar grin, if only for a moment, as he and Valerie take their places behind the tag rope and inside the ring, respectively.
For the Divas, the starter is Jessie Alexander, who wastes no time engaging Valerie with her brawling style. The Australian is still catching her bearings when Jessie steps forward and begins delivering a flurry of punches to her face and head. Valerie staggers back, unable of anything more complex than shielding her face from the blows, as Jessie switches to quick, biting forearm shots. In this way, she manages to back her opponent to the far corner, away from Oscar, before connecting with a spinning heel kick, pinning Valerie to the post.
As Oscar shouts gruff, yet concerned encouragement from his corner, Jessie backs up a few steps and wait for Valerie to somewhat regain her bearings. Then, as her countrywoman pulls herself to one knee, she runs in with a knee lift, flooring Valerie again! She pulls her opponent away from the corner and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Valerie survives!
Though slightly frustrated – she had clearly meant to end this quickly – Jessie does not let the instance get to her, and instead lifts her opponent up by the hair, into a seated position, only to throw her back down with a mat slam! She then begins to put the boot to Valerie, letting her frustrations out.
Evidently, the referee is not about to sit by idly and watch this happen, and he immediately steps in to tell Jessie to cool it. The Diva of Dominance mouths off at the official, but nonetheless complies, stating the referee was lucky that she was going to tag in her sister anyway. After a moment, she does just that, bringing Jamie into the fray for the first time!
The second Diva of Dominance wastes no time picking up where her sister left off. She steps in and immediately pulls Valerie to her feet, connecting with a body slam a moment later. She brings her opponent to her feet again and connects with a back breaker! Valerie hits the mat again, and Jamie slides in looking for the crippler crossface...
...NO! Elbow right to the face from Valerie! And another one! And another one!
The crowd roars as, caught by surprise, the Diva of Dominance releases the hold, allowing Valerie to roll over onto her back and land a kick to her face! This sends Jamie sprawling back, and the Aus-Am member finally has a window of opportunity!
The fans yell as loud as Oscar as Valerie slips out from underneath Jamie and begins to stagger towards her corner, looking to tag in her brother-in-law. Slowly, but surely, she manages to inch toward Oscar...
...only for Jamie Alexander to lunge forward and grab her leg at the last possible moment! The crowd at Pulse groan in dismay...
...only to cheer again a moment later, as Valerie's hand just about grazes Oscar's, effectively making the male half of the Aus-Am Connection the legal man in the fray!
Predictably, having bore witness to the abuse bestowed upon his sister-in-law while being powerless to help, Oscar comes in like a house afire. He barrells towards Jamie, who is nowhere near quick enough to avoid getting thrown with a spinebuster by Oscar! The Grouch makes a point of telling his opponent 'that was for Valerie' before sliding in for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO! Jamie kicks out!!
Oscar does not so much stand up as leap to his feet, instantly leaning down to grab Jamie and bring her to her own feet. Once he has his opponent in a vertical position, the Grouch promptly hooks her leg and connects with an exploder suplex, throwing the Diva of Dominance overhead! He crawls over and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---JESSIE BREAKS THE PIN!!!
This time, the Grouch does allow himself to live up to his name, as he growls in frustration. Still, there is nothing to it, and he is forced to start over. As the referee sees Jessie back to the corner, he leans over to pick his opponent back up...
...and gets his eyes raked!
The crowd boo as Oscar goes staggering back and Jamie promptly launches back into offence, running at the Grouch...
...only to get thrown over the top rope with a big back body drop by the Grouch, who saw her coming! She slams into the mat hard, as Oscar continues to claw at his eyes, stumbling around wildly.
This is when the Divas of Dominance see their chance to gain the upper hand. Alison and Kelly hop onto the apron, quite blatantly distracting the referee and interrupting his count for Jamie Alexander, while Jessie once again leaves her corner, looking to blindside the Grouch. Amid the boos of the crowd, she slips into the ring, runs towards the American half of the Connection...
...and gets floored with a short-arm clothesline by Valerie Holcomb!
The crowd explode as Oscar, having had the time to recover, quickly assesses the situation and joins his sister-in-law. Together, they administer a double suplex to Jessie Alexander, who goes down like a sack of bricks. Jamie, who
Oscar, however, does not allow her to stay down long, and leans in to pick her up, all the while ordering Valerie back to their corner. Then, as his sister-in-law complies, Oscar forcibly throws Jessie out of the ring...ONTO Kelly and Alyson! The crowd explode as all three Divas hit the concrete, and Oscar only makes the cheers louder as he beats his own chest and gives a primal scream of proud satisfaction.
The fracas, however, has given Jamie Alexander time to recover, and she now slips into the ring, having benefited from the referee being forced to interrupt his ten-count. She slides in under the top rope and seeks to attack, or perhaps roll up, Oscar; a cry from his sister-in-law alerts the Grouch, however, and Oscar is just quick enough to turn and hit a superkick to Jamie's chin!
The Diva of Dominance's best hopes are therefore thwarted, as she goes down once again, seemingly unconscious. Valerie yells for Oscar to cover, but he shakes his head; instead, he walks over and makes his sister-in-law the legal woman, audibly stating she 'deserves it'. A big smile breaks across Valerie's face as her brother-in-law slips behind the tag rope, and she begins to scale the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she measures the distance between herself and her out-cold opponent, nods to herself, and pushes off with a diving moonsault! The Hole in the Wall connects, and Valerie covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Aus-Am are victorious in their return bout!
WINNERS in 08:14: The Australian-American Connection
Oscar and Valerie's happiness is short-lived, however; the two barely have time to hug before the three additional Divas, by now recovered enough to fight, enter the ring and engage them. Aus-Am's own manager, Bobby Gene, promptly enters the squared circle as well, engaging Alison Beck in a slap-fight, but Oscar and Valerie still have their hands full with Kelly Garrett and Jessie Alexander.
The situation only gets worse when two additional figures appear on the ramp, ready to join the fray. The crowd greets Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III with deafening boos, but the two shake them off as they begin to run down the ramp, ready to help their allies...
...only to find themselves being engaged by another arriving duo of figures! This pair draws the opposite reaction from the Pulse crowd, who cheer wildly as Lowri Moss and Neal Durden engage their Management rivals! The two brawl all around the ring just as, inside, Oscar and Valerie have managed to get the best of the two Divas of Dominance.
With Kelly and Jessie out of commission, and Bobbi Gene still keeping Alison Beck busy, the duo are free to slip out and help the Welsh rookies fend off the experienced, under-handed Britons, just as Rupert and Nigel are beginning to gain the upper hand over Lowri and Neal. The two have just managed to knock their opponents down when they find themselves being spun around and floored with stereo superkicks from the Connection! They hit the concrete, out cold, and Oscar and Valerie lean in to help the Welsh duo to their feet. Lowri and Neal smile gratefully, as Oscar invites them to join himself and his sister-in-law in the ring. The two Welsh athletes gladly accept, and the foursome promptly re-enter the squared circle, where they stand, raising each other's hands, to the deafening approval of the crowd. |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 17, 2016 23:04:41 GMT
The match is preceded of a video package showing Juliet Black attacking Skylynn Reed at the end of the UKWF Championship match which saw the title change hands. It then moves on to Stella Chalmers-Blythe's attempt at disciplining the Irishwoman, only for her to get the drop on New Management yet again and sneak-attack Arcane, drawing the ire of the UKWF part owner. A shot of Stella grimacing in anger closes out the package, perfectly setting the stakes for the Main Event of the evening!
Juliet Black v Magdalena Waechter
Juliet comes out first, and looks as defiant as ever as she stands in the centre of the ring, chewing her gum and waiting for Magdalena to arrive. Even the Canoness's smoke and mirrors are not enough to scare her, and she makes a point of getting right in Magdalena's face with the usual brand of trash talk, standing inches from the Canoness's face, clearly not afraid of the potential consequences.
She should have expected these, however, as Magdalena does not take too kindly to being trash-talked, and pushes her opponent away disdainfully. This spurns Juliet into action, and by the time the bell rings, Dublin Trouble is already barrelling towards the Canoness, swinging a clothesline.
This is precisely what Magdalena had been aiming for, however, and she easily catches her opponent with a hip toss. She follows this up with a series of quick knee drops to the grounded Juliet, wearing her down. After a moment, she picks the Irishwoman back up and goes to apply an arm wringer...
...only for Juliet to connect with an open hand clap to the side of her head!
Startled, the Canoness loosens the hold just for a second, but this is enough for Dublin Trouble to capitalise. Juliet connects with a knee to the groin, before going behind for an arm wringer of her own. She spins Magdalena around and connects with a quick snap suplex, throwing the Canoness over! As the sequence ends, and hearing the reaction it draws from the fans in attendance, the Irishwoman cannot help but pump a fist at the crowd, even in spite of herself. The fans respond in kind, and Juliet responds with a cry of 'TOO RIGHT!' as she turns to face the Canoness.
Magdalena has been quick to scramble to her feet, but not quick enough; when she barrels towards Juliet, Dublin Trouble is ready and waiting to drop her with a big back body drop! Magdalena goes down again, and Juliet lets out another scream!
This time, however, Juliet turns to face her opponent almost straight away, bending down to bring Magdalena up to a vertical position by her hair. As she does so, however, the Canoness surprises her with right and left punches to the stomach, which rattle Dublin Trouble just enough to send her staggering back a couple of steps. Smelling blood, Magdalena promptly pounces, and connects with a reverse elbow strike, turning the momentum in her favour once again!
Having regained control, the Canoness is quick to roll back through to her feet and grab hold of her opponent's hair. She brings Juliet up, then throws her towards the corner post with a release German suplex! As Juliet hits the metal back-first, Magdalena rolls to her feet again and runs in with a one-legged dropkick! Juliet slumps a little further down the post, but the Canoness brings her back up almost straight away, pushing her into an upright position just so she can punish her with a series of trapping headbutts.
For a long moment, the momentum is all Magdalena's, as Juliet appears too dazed to react; eventually, however, something inside Dublin Trouble seems to snap her back to life, and she responds to Magdalena's headbutts with some of her own! Caught by surprise, the Canoness reels, but only for a moment; soon enough, she is scorching Juliet with a lethal glower, and engaging her opponent in a headbutt war.
For a solid minute afterwards, the two women quite literally butt heads, each wishing to be the first to make the other topple. Both succeed in doing no more than making the other reel back, however, and it appears as though the contest will be a draw...
...until Juliet decides to take matters into her own hands – literally. Lunging forward suddenly, Dublin Trouble pulls the Canoness towards her, and floors her with a belly-to-belly clitplex! Caught by surprise, Magdalena is unable to put up a reaction and drops to the mat, as Juliet scurries on top for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!!
Juliet does not seem too fazed by the early kickout, and promptly brings Magdalena to her feet. The Canoness is still a little too woozy to react, and so Dublin Trouble is free to punish her chest with stiff knife-edged chops, making Magdalena reel slightly with each.
She manages to get a fair few in, the crowd 'woo'ing along as is customary in these situations, before Magdalena puts up a reaction – but once she does, Juliet never sees it coming. The Canoness suddenly shoots a hand towards Juliet's throat, grabbing her in a choke, and flings her towards the nearest turnbuckle. Caught completely unaware, the Irishwoman hits metal back-first for the second time in a few short minutes, slumping down the turnbuckle as she does. She attempts to scramble back to her feet, but slips back down, giving Magdalena enough time to connect with her rolling corner senton and make Juliet Cry Havoc! The Canoness untangles herself from her opponent, pulls her towards the centre of the ring by one leg, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Juliet kicks out!
Magdalena seems slightly miffed by this turn of events, but does not lose her cool; instead, she drops down next to her opponent, wraps herself around her legs, and begins trying to apply an Indian deathlock. Juliet, however, manages to kick her way out of the hold, landing a swift kick to Magdalena's shin before she can properly bridge and promptly squirming her way out of the predicament and to her feet. Magdalena is no less quick to pull herself up, and by the time Juliet turns around again, the Canoness is right there in front of her!
Quick as Magdalena is, however, she is not quick enough to avoid getting pulled into a T-Bone suplex. The move connects, and Magdalena goes flying over, as Juliet pushes herself back to a vertical position. She once again approaches the slowly recovering Canoness and pulls her to a semi-seated position, clearly looking to lock in the Blackout. It is Magdalena's turn to say no, however, as she shoots an elbow towards Juliet's chin, causing her to release the hold, then explodes upward with an uppercut, hitting Juliet square in the jaw!
This definitely does send Dublin Trouble reeling, and Magdalena therefore has another window of opportunity. She does not waste it, promptly engaing the Irishwoman yet again and returning Juliet’s chops with a few open-handed slaps of her own. This steams Juliet, who seeks to counter with some offence of her own, but her momentary loss of cool costs her, as Magdalena is easily able to counter her somewhat disjointed offence with some reverse elbow strikes. Juliet is sent sprawling once again, and Magdalena seizes her chance again, slipping under the Irishwoman and pulling her up into a fireman’s carry position before dropping down into an armbar.
Unexpectedly caught in a submission predicament, Juliet nonetheless refuses to go down, instead kicking and thrashing as she attempts to wriggle out of the move. This tactic having failed, she begins attempting to reach overhead and grab the ropes, a strategy which is somewhat more successful, as Magdalena has neglected to bring Juliet far enough away from the centre of the mat. Dublin Trouble is therefore able to grab the ropes, nominally putting an end to her submission predicament.
‘Nominally’ is the key word here, however, as Magdalena is not one to end a punishment when she is told to, but rather when she wants to. As such, when the referee comes over to tell the Canoness to release her opponent, Magdalena cavalierly disregards the request. The referee begins a count, and at first it appears as though Magdalena will forgo the victory for her own moral compass...but eventually, the Canoness does let go, though on the very dot of ‘five’.
If Juliet thought her punishment was over, however, she was sorely mistaken. Magdalena is not quite done yet, and she demonstrates that by pulling Dublin Trouble into the pendulum swing she calls the Penitent Engine. She rocks her opponent back and forth for a moment, before transitioning to a penduluim backbreaker. She covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Juliet survives!
A flash of irritation crosses Magdalena’s features after this, but she manages to retain her composure. She leans in and pulls Juliet to her feet, before throwing her towards the ropes. Magdalena goes to connect on the rebound with a big boot…
...but Juliet forward-rolls out of the way! Bewildered, the Canoness halts her momentum, and begins to turn around…
...but it’s too late!
‘CLITPLEX, BITCH!’
Juliet grabs her opponent Donald Trump-style and throws her backwards into a suplex. She bridges it, and the referee counts the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!
Juliet rolls through to her feet, screaming, and runs towards Magdalena, engaging her in a flurry of offence. The Canoness barely knows what hit her as she finds herself pushed against the corner by a flurry of forearms, before her chest gets lit up with chops. Magdalena seeks to put up a reaction, but Juliet puts an end to that by switching to headbutts, trapping the Canoness in the corner much like Magdalena herself did to her, earlier in the match! Then, the Violence Party completed, Juliet lands a shot to Magdalena’s privates - which the referee misses due to the Irishwoman partially blocking his view - and throws her over with another belly-to-belly clitplex! She covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--NO!!!! AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!!
This time, Juliet can hardly believeshe was unable to put Magdalena away, and tells the referee as much, insisting it was a slow count and it should have been three. Needless to say, the referee stands his ground, but this in no way stops Dublin Trouble from venting her feelings.
Unfortunately for her, her anger makes her lose focus momentarily - a condition which does not at all affect her opponent. On the contrary, Magdalena profits from this distraction to grab Juliet from behind and pull her into the Chastity Belt, her series of three inverted atomic drops. She performs them quick enough that Juliet is left jelly-legged and woozy. Once again, Magdalena capitalises on this, trapping the Irishwoman’s arm and flooring her with a lariat! She cooly drops down and covers, as the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Magdalena’s win streak continues against her most formidable opponent yet!
WINNER in 18:45: Magdalena Waechter
Despite her win, however, the Canoness does not yet seem satisfied. Pushing the referee away as he tries to raise her hand, she stands over her fallen opponent for a long moment, an evil smirk dancing on her features. Then, slowly, ominously, she picks Juliet up and sets her up on her shoulders. She looks towards the turnbuckle, and the same smirk continues to broach her crimson lips as she steps towards it…
...and that’s when all hell breaks loose. Before she can complete the move, Magdalena is barrelled into, causing her to drop the Irishwoman. She turns around, glowering...and finds herself face to face with an equally glaring MJ Bell, who promptly engages her with punches! A snarl of rage contorting her features, Magdalena responds in kind, and the two women promptly break out into a brawl!
Having the benefit of being fresh, MJ Bell is able to hold her own against the vicious Magdalena, and appears to be ready to give the Canoness a taste of her medicine. Before she can do so, however, another figure hits the ring to even the contest...none other than Magdalena’s New Management companion, Arcane!
Now with two opponents to contend with, MJ suddenly sees her situation become significantly more complicated. Even still, she makes the most of the miscommunication between the two heels, profiting from Magdalena’s visible unwillingness to cooperate with Arcane to engage them separately, buying herself a few extra seconds.
And these seconds turn out to be crucial, as they allow for more reinforcements to appear, in the shape of UKWF Champion Blaise Fader! The crowd erupts as the Coventry native slides into the ring and engages Arcane, leaving MJ free to deal with Arcane, as Juliet slowly recovers in the corner. A brawl seems to well and truly have erupted in the ring, forcing ringside officials to intervene and try to break up the wrestlers. They are still attempting to perform this task when a theme song begins to blare through Pulse’s speakers, causing the cheers to turn to boos... |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 17, 2016 23:25:05 GMT
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Wonderland Avenue’s ‘White Horse’ is, as usual, drowned out by the boos of the crowd, who are as intent as ever to show the two women who come through the curtain a moment later exactly what they think of them. Also as per usual, however, Stella Chalmers-Blythe and Veronica Valiant shrug off the hatred, smirking as they stand near the entranceway overlooking the brawl. Surprisingly, it is not Stella holding the microphone this time around, but rather Veronica - and it is she who speaks, after a moment has elapsed:
Veromica Valiant: I’m afraid we cannot let this show of insubordination go unpunished.
The boos redouble, and Veronica’s lips thin as a result, but the COO of New Management nonetheless makes an attempt at speaking over the din:
Valiant: This calls for strict disciplinary measures. In fact, this is just cause for immediate dismissal. Which, in other words, means...
Veronica points at MJ, then at Blaise, and does her best Donald Trump impression:
Valiant: ---YYYYYYOOOOOOUUUU’RRRREEEE FIIIIIIIRRRRE-----
Before the blonde can conclude, however, she is surprised to find her partner cutting her off with a hand on her shoulder. Veronica stares at Stella in surprise, but the British brunette does not lose an ounce of her calm, collected demeanour. Instead, she addresses her colleague directly, as if no one else was there:
Stella Chalmers-Blythe Oh, Ronnie, dear...you are always so impulsive…! Do you really think dismissal is the best option?!
Veronica quite clearly thinks so, but Stella cuts her off again before she can make her case:
Stella Would it not be a lot better to let all these silly dears sort out their little spat themselves?! After all, they ARE all grown boys and girls, aren’t they?
Stella graces the wrestlers in the ring with an unctuous smile, which only Arcane returns.
Stella In fact...why don’t I make it official, right here and now? In two weeks’ time, all these silly, silly boys and girls will have the chance to work out their differences in a three on three ma---
Stella halts herself at that point, as if just realising something:
Stella ...oh dear, but our darlings don’t have a third, do they?
The UKWF part-owner bites her lip, adopting a pensive expression, as if deep in thought. Before she can properly assess the situation, however, a solution presents itself, as Veronica herself steps forward:
Valiant: I’ll do it.
Stella affects surprise, though her concern just may be genuine:
Stella Are you sure, dear?! I mean, you have not done it in a while...it might be more advisable for you to…
It is Veronica’s turn to cut across.
Valiant: I said...I’ll do it.
Stella seems taken aback by this interruption, but only for a moment, after which she nods in acquiescence.
Stella As you wish, dear. So, in two weeks, it shall be you and our two dears...against those three dreadful, unruly, perfectly unpleasant girls!
The wrestlers in the ring react with a mix of surprise, determination and even - in one case - satisfaction, promptly shooting each other glowers as if to say ‘see you then.’ No further physicality has time to ensue, however, as soon Stella turns back to the entrance curtain and snaps her fingers:
Stella Come along, dears.
Arcane immediately follows, but making Magdalena obey the command takes all of Veronica’s aggressive persuasion. Eventually, however, the blonde is able to lead her charge backstage, leaving MJ and Blaise to exchange confident smirks and a quick high-five, before going to check on Juliet. It is on this image that another UKWF feed cuts out.
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