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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 19:14:57 GMT
Before the usual UKWF broadcast begins, viewers are taken backstage, to where a gaggle of UKWF backstage employees getting their jobs done to bring the show to life - road agents can be seen talking with each other to coordinate the running order of tonight’s event, runners are busy carrying trays of drinks to their respective homes, and then there are the lucky few UKWF fans who have managed to get behind the curtain to meet superstars such as Juliet Black, Arcane, and UKWF champion - Blaise Fader.
The camera pans round to show UKWF debutant, Cross Recoba, walking through the bustling crowd. He has changed out of his ring gear from earlier and is now in an immaculate Italian suit of light-grey teamed with a lilac gingham checked shirt. In his hand he carries a black leather briefcase that, armed with a stern expression, suggest he means business.
The UKWF camera crew follow him as he walks past and stops to knock on one of the doors. He waits before a clipped English accent answers.
Voice: Come in, darling…
Recoba opens the door and walks in, firmly shutting the door behind him. The camera crew go to the closed door but find it’s locked. The shot pans to show the sign on the door that reads:
STELLA CHALMERS-BLYTHE
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A moment later, at the usual time, on the usual streaming website, fans are treated to the usual speedy punk riffs over the usual montage of wrestlers performing impacting or hard-hitting moves, set against a Union Jack background. Yes, it is the start of another streamed UKWF event, introduced as ever by The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight.' After a minute or so, the montage gives way, as is also usual, to the event title card:
UKWF SHOWDOWN
A moment later, the feed cuts to the inside of the Proud2 club, part of the O2 Arena complex. The space is well-composed, with over a thousand fans in attendance to express their support for London's fastest-rising independent wrestling company. The camera does its usual pan of the front rows, capturing a few of the more eye-catching and original signs:
WITCHING HOUR (with a photo of Salem) #KAWAIICOMEBACK I DESIGNED LOWRI'S COSTUME
The trek ends, as always, at the announce table, where the usual duo of announcers is in suitably Halloweeny garb. Barry Jones is dressed as a vampire, while Kerry Buckingham is seen in a Union Jack pant suit. The look on her announce partner's face as the camera focuses on them betrays his surprise, leaving the blonde to welcome viewers, for once:
Kerry Buckingham: Hello, and welcome to UKWF's Halloween show! As you can see, my partner and I got in the spirit...
Barry, however, is still too astonished to respond with anything other than:
Barry Jones: Wot are you 'pposed ter be, 'en? Britain?
Kerry giggles, as though her partner had just asked the most obvious of questions:
Kerry: Oh, dear...I thought it would be obvious. I am Brexit!
Baz starts briefly, in surprise, but eventually laughs:
Baz: Ha! I gets it! That's well good!
The two announcers share a brief laugh, before Baz picks up where his partner left off:
Baz: Don't worry tho', folks...there ent nowt scary 'bout tonight's show...'cept maybe the bosses...
Kerry does not look too pleased by this remark, but Barry does not appear to notice, and simply throws a wink and a grin at the camera as he continues:
Baz: An' speakin' o' the bosses, their lot's gunna be in action later on, three on three 'gainst the Champ, an' that mental lass, an' that other lass wot puts them colours in 'er 'air...
Kerry: Pah! They stand no chance, dear. I was talking to Ronnie earlier, over some cocktails, and she told me everyone on her team is primed and ready. Those three girls are about to experience the might of New Management!
Baz: They ent the only ones, neither, is they?
Kerry: No, Rupert and Nigel and the girls should also be teaching those insufferable foreigners a lesson, as well!
Baz: Oi! Wales is Britain!
Kerry: ...only in the literal sense, dear...
Barry, perhaps wisely, chooses not to reply to this, instead turning to the camera again:
Baz: Bu' folks, before all that, we got a corker of an openin' match for yez! Three lads just come in, an' they're all facin' off against one another!
Kerry: Indeed, dear. I cannot wait until Crossie gets his first win...
Baz: ...Crossie...?
Kerry: It's my pet name for him, dear.
Once again, Barry chooses not to reply, instead addressing viewers at home yet again:
Baz: I 'eard these blokes 'ad one o' them circumference things earlier...
Kerry: ...you mean a conference, dear.
Baz: Yer...any'ow...'ere's a bit o' that.
With that, the feed cuts to footage recorded earlier in the day, and featuring UKWF's newest signees! |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 19:17:42 GMT
The camera takes us to the back end of the O2 in London in the mid-afternoon as wrestlers have started to show up for Showdown. The camera pans past a few of the ring crew pulling equipment off the truck to set it up inside Proud2.
When the camera turns away from them, it finds Alex Kincaid stepping out of his rental car. As ever, when he spots the camera he seems immediately uncomfortable and turns his back to it to fish his bags out of the trunk. He throws a heavy looking gym bag over his shoulder and walks toward the doors, the camera following tightly over his shoulder. Then, just before he can enter the arena, he spots someone and pauses.
Kincaid: Mac?
Mac: Wassup buddy.
Kincaid can’t help but grin a little at the other man’s enthusiasm, and the two of them bump fists.
Mac: Bro….I’m super stoked about this first match. We are gonna tear this place up! It’s gonna be a treat for my newest best friends in the crowd to share this with you and Cross man. Don’t be too surprised when I take the W though bro. I’ve been hitting the gym...and the heavy bag….and then working on my technique. But hey...either way, let's put on a killer show for these people, right?
Alex nods and looks around.
Kincaid: You seem ready. I’m impressed. Not just with your physical gifts, but your attitude. It takes a long time to get comfortable in your own skin. Some advice? Don’t try to be clever. Don’t try to be more than you are. Power is your game. Use it. You hit me and Cross with everything you have, you might be surprised and just how much you get done. I want to see the best of your out there. Like everyone else does.
Voice (Out of Shot): Speak for yourself there, Kincaid..
Into shot swaggers Cross Recoba, the third of the competitors in UKWF Showdown’s opening match. He wears a light grey suit complemented by a lilac gingham shirt, his confidence openly shown with the strut that carries him into view.
Recoba: ...You can do the Super Best Friends act another time but me? I know how these things work, or rather how they normally go. You’ll act all buddy-buddy, go into the match thinking you got yourself a friend, an ally, in the ring. Somewhere between the bell ringing to start the match and minute two you’re going to start to wonder - would he betray me? Of course, you’ll tell yourself you’re being stupid, that the best man’ll win. But...somewhere..during the match the paranoia, the double-thinking is going to get to you, it’s going to cost you - maybe the match, maybe just the momentum, but do you really think it’s going to help you? Look, you know what…
Cross steps between the two men and looks at both them quickly
Recoba: It doesn’t even matter - you guys wanna give me an assist on the win? I should be congratulating you. Besides…
He turns his attention to Mac and puts a hand on his chest. Mac’s game face remains unchanged.
Recoba: ...this guy here? He’s probably not even the full ticket anyway…
Mac grabs Recoba by the arm and looks to deliver a short-arm clothesline but RECOBA DUCKS AND MAC LEVELS KINCAID! Kincaid drops like a stone from the huge shot as Cross gets a bit of distance from both men. Mac looks horrified by what he’s done, looking down at Kincaid with wide eyed surprise. Kincaid winces, rolling to his side and holding his aching jaw. He stares up at Mac, trying to keep some very clear frustration off his face. Then he turns to face Cross.
Recoba goes to walk off but looks over his shoulder to Kincaid.
Recoba: What was that? Friendly fire?
Recoba walks out of shot. The last thing we see is Mac trying to help Kincaid up and Kincaid batting his hand away in frustration. A moment later, the feed cuts back to ringside, for the match pitting the three men against one another!
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 19:19:10 GMT
Kincaid vs. Mac Mercer vs. Cross Recoba
Typical entrances for all three men: lot of love in the O2 for Kincaid and Mac, a lot of...the opposite of that for Cross, not that he particularly seems to give a damn. Noticing Kincaid's discarded robe resting on a corner post, Recoba pulls it down to the floor and deliberately wipes his boots across it, drawing more jeers from the crowd and disdainful 'the hell, man?' looks from his opponents.
Bell rings, and Cross still isn't done screwing around, trying to encourage Mercer to help him gang up on Kincaid. Mac's not having it, pushes Recoba back into the ropes - Recoba ducks a clothesline but takes a Kincaid forearm shot that floors him. Big Mac turns and heaves Kincaid up into a Military Press, then drops him into a splash across Recoba, who recoils and rolls out to the apron, leaving the good guys to slug it out. Kincaid's forearms and elbows barely seem to faze Mercer, so he takes a running start - and gets Avalanche body-blocked right back into the ropes for his trouble! But rebounds off again with a Flying Lariat that knocks the big man down on his ass! Kincaid sets up for a DDT - but Mac gets up off his knees and lifts him, then charges into the corner, squashing Kincaid against the post! Kincaid still keeps his facelock applied, maybe trying to transition - but Cross comes running across the apron and fires off an Enziguri across the back of his head!
Kincaid flops down as Mercer drops him to the canvas - quick cover by Recoba!
ONE!
T -
Mercer breaks up the pin with a big stomp - but Cross slips out of the way, leaving Kincaid to take it right on the ribs.
Recoba makes Big Mac back up a step with a dropkick, and goes for an Irish whip - Mercer digs his heels in. Undeterred, 'the Hammer' brings a Knee Lift across Mac's jaw and succeeds in forcing the giant out of the ring - where he somehow lands on his feet - then hikes himself over the ropes to deliver A Million Lira (not literally, because why would you give away money for free) that sends Mercer sprawling!
Recoba gets to his feet smirking - just as Kincaid comes flying in on a Suicide Dive! Both men fall, with Cross crashing back-first into the guard railing. Kincaid gets his bearings first and slings Cross back into the ring, before following and making a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
And Recoba gets a shoulder up.
Before he can continue his assault, Kincaid spots Mac on the apron, and lets him get halfway through the ropes before catching the big guy's obligingly-ducked head and dropping him with a DDT! Kincaid rolls Mercer away from the ropes - then finds Cross' arm snaking around his neck, before lifting him up into The Skim! BUT Kincaid squirms out midway, lands behind Recoba and throws him away with a German Suplex! Recoba reels - and Kincaid turns him over into the Straight Shooter!
Cross is in trouble and knows it - he's trying to crawl to the ropes but Kincaid refuses to budge, just leaning further back on that crab! Recoba wavers - MERCER LIFTS KINCAID UP ON HIS SHOULDERS! THE HOLD'S STILL ON! SAMOAN DROP FLATTENS KINCAID AND SPINS-OUT RECOBA LIKE A DRAGON SCREW! THE HELL?! Shrugging his shoulders like even he didn't know what that was, Big Mac delivers a Leg Drop across Kincaid and lays still for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THR -
And Recoba breaks it up with an Enziguri to Mercer!
All 3 men take a moment to recover as the crowd claps rhythmically, trying to will them on (well, 2 of them anyway). Mercer has sat up by the time a winded Kincaid is up on one knee - but Recoba is freshest, and hoists Kincaid up into the Skim again - not only nailing it but ALSO using one arm to reverse-DDT Mac on the way down! Pin on Kincaid again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
Kincaid's not quite done yet! Cross pounds the canvas in disbelief, then kicks Kincaid away and focuses on the still-dizzied Mac. He drags the big man up and slings him unwillingly to the ropes, and flips him over on the rebound with a Ranhei, holding on for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
MORE NO!
And now it's Mercer's turn to kick out at the last moment! Cross is living up to his name at this point, stomping the living hell out of Mac and getting more and more red in the face - and then suddenly just halting, as if he's remembered himself. More composed, he spots Kincaid struggling to stand up and rushes for the ropes, leaps onto the second, and comes off with a Springboard Dropkick - BUT Kincaid catches him mid-flight and drops him across a knee for a Backbreaker!
Kincaid takes a breather as Recoba reels, clutching his spine and kicking spasmodically. After a moment, Kincaid pulls Cross up and slugs him with a forearm across the jaw, which sends Cross stumbling away...into Mercer, who headbutts him, and sends him right back to Kincaid, who repeats! Back and forth Recoba goes unwillingly twice more, before Kincaid turns him around and lifts him in back suplex style, attempting to link up with Mac for a double-team move - but Recoba digs his knuckles into Kincaid's head until he's put down, then ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Mercer takes one helluva kick to the head unprotected, and keels over onto his back! A few punches to Kincaid's head follow, before Cross pulls him forwards and down into a Bulldog - landing right across Mercer! Recoba rolls Kincaid off and goes for another pin on Mercer...
ONE!
TWO!
Kincaid breaks it before three!
Cross regains focus on Kincaid, pulling him up - SMALL PACKAGE BY KINCAID!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Last moment escape for Recoba!
He rolls back up - and eats a picture perfect dropkick from Kincaid! Cross falls and Kincaid turns around - AND GETS POPPED UP INTO THE MEGA BUSTER! BUT COUNTERS IT INTO A HURRICANRANA! Mac goes rolling away just as Recoba stumbles back up - Kincaid lifts him across his shoulders and - hits the Red River Crossing!
...but, no pin - Kincaid's pointing to the corner, and everyone knows what he's got in mind. He hurries over and steps out to the apron, then ascends the ropes and prepares to - nothing! Because Big Mac charges in and nails him with a headbutt, that stuns Kincaid and leaves him sat limp on the post, very nearly falling off. Mercer shakes his head as if to get the ringing out of his ears...but it's not ringing, it's booing. Because, suddenly, our co-ownder Stella Chalmers-Blythe has ventured out to the stage, Martini in hand. She makes no move to approach the ring, but an alluring wink confuses and delights Mercer, making him take his eye off the ball...
And inevitably, Recoba springs back to life just in time to bring the big man down with a chop block! Stella is visibly laughing as Cross mimes tipping his hat to her, before taking hold of Mac's legs and going for Garibaldi's Guillotine! Mac's resisting - and his sheer bulk makes him hard to turn over - but he's tiring and on freshly hurt legs, it won't be long before
AND KINCAID FROM ON HIGH! FROG SPLASH TO MERCER, SWATTING CROSS DOWN ON THE WAY! COVER!
ONE!
Cross is staggered, but up!
TWO!
He dives to interrupt - !
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THREE!
A split second too late!
WINNER by pinfall in 12:07: Kincaid
Kincaid, unfortunately for him, gets little chance to celebrate, as a furious Recoba grabs him by hair and tights and throws him bodily out of the ring. Following, Recoba slings Kincaid into the steps, then retrieves a chair, folds it and slams it across Kincaid's back, drawing a wave of sympathy 'oooh's from the crowd. Extra officials and security staff arrive to restrain Cross, but a gesture and polite word from SCB makes them back down obediently, and 'the Fox' struts confidently up the ramp, ignoring the catcalls and the security to return backstage with Stella's arm on his shoulder. Meanwhile Kincaid - the victor - stubbornly crawls his way around ringside, refusing help to stand, and Mercer morosely skims through the Just Eat app on K-Bux' phone.
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:09:42 GMT
The big man is still browsing on the female announcer's phone as the feed once again cuts to the announce table. Kerry is seen attempting to retrieve her phone from Mercer, as Barry fiddles with his headset, not at all paying attention to the scene going on directly beside him. A moment later, the reason for this becomes apparent, as he turns back to the camera and delivers some information to viewers at home:
Baz: An' folks...I'm jes' bein' told jes' now that the match wot was 'pposed ter be next...with A-ra-be-ller takin' on that Gav lad...ent gunner 'appen. Seems the lad went on a rager after th' footy, got smashed, an' got 'isself thrown in the nick! An' seein' as they ent lettin' 'im out 'till tomorrer...they 'ad to cancel the fight, like!
Kerry, who has finally managed to retrieve her phone and is wiping the screen moodily, promptly cuts in:
Kerry: That is what happens when you employ hooligans! What else could you expect from that dreadful Mr. Kensington, though?!
Baz shrugs:
Baz: I reckon 'e's alrigh'...f'r a poshie...
Kerry: All right?! He is an absolute monster to Stella and Ronnie!
Yet again, Barry chooses not to take the bait his announce partner is dangling, simply remarking:
Baz: I feel bad f'r the lad, tho'...I spent th' night at the nicker a couple times mesel', back in the day...it ent fun...!
The cockney shrugs:
Baz: Should of picked a diff'rent side ter s'pport, I reckon...
A moment later he turns towards the camera yet again:
Baz: Bu' seein' as that match is cancelled, we're gunner be movin' rite along ter th' next one! Tha' eight-person shindig!
Kerry: Oh, wonderful! I do want to see Rupie and Nigey humiliate somebody!
It seems as though the announcer is about to get her wish, as a moment later, a song begins across the Proud2 speakers, indicating the start of the next match! |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:16:42 GMT
The match is preceded of a video package, detailing the events at the end of the match between the Australian-American Connection and the Divas of Dominance. The Best of British are shown attempting to intercede for their allies, only to be intercepted by Lowri Moss and Neal Durden, then laid out with superkicks from Oscar and Valerie! The image of the smiling fan favourites standing tall together and celebrating a job well done perfectly sets the tone for what is to come!
8-Person Tag Match: Lowri Moss, Neal Durden & The Australian-American Connection v The Divas of Dominance & The Best of British
The match starts with Jamie Alexander facing off against Lowri Moss. The Diva of Dominance wastes no time going on offence, running at the rookie with a clothesline, but Lowri is ready – she drops down and applies one armdrag, then another, and another. On the third, she releases Jamie, who goes tumbling towards the far corner as Lowri kips up to her feet.
The Diva is quick to return to her feet, but not quick enough; as she regains a vertical position, Lowri is waiting, and connects with a beautiful dropsault! Jamie stumbles back towards the corner and falls in a seated position, and Lowri does not hesitate, hitting her with a low dropkick which pins her to the post.
The Welsh rookie wears a big grin on her features as she returns to her feet and steps forward to pick up Jamie. In her excitement, however, she forgets how dirty the Diva of Dominance can play, and lets herself get pegged by an eye rake, followed by a punch to the gut which doubles her over. Jamie sees her chance, and promptly pulls her into a T-Bone suplex! Lowri fights to resist it, but it is all to no avail, as the move connects, and it is the young Welshwoman's turn to be sent hurtling towards the post.
No sooner has Lowri connected with the steel post than Jamie rushes forward and hits her with a brutal Chick Kick to the face! Lowri begins to slump down, but Jamie does not allow it, instead connecting with another T-Bone suplex and throwing her back across.
Lowri does her best to roll over onto her stomach quickly, then pulls herself up to all fours. She begins to crawl towards her own corner, where all three of her partners have their hands outstretched, but Jamie has other ideas – she grabs the youth's leg and begins setting up a single-leg Boston crab.
Lowri thinks fast, however, and lifts her other leg off the ground, mule-kicking Jamie away! The Diva goes reeling back, and Lowri lunges forward, slapping the hand of her partner, Neal Durden!
Neal steps in just in time to dodge another running clothesline attempt from Jamie, and reverse it into a German suplex! The Diva rolls to her feet quickly, to see the Welshman launching into a handspring. She thinks fast, however, and slides under Neal's acrobatics, so that when the rookie returns to his feet, he finds no one there to hit with his back elbow! He whirls around quickly, looking for Jamie, but it is too late – she has managed to make it across the ring, and is currently tagging in her sister!
Jessie steps in quickly, and immediately runs at Neal, shoulder forward, looking for a spear. The rookie leapfrogs it, however, and Jessie bounces off the ropes...straight into a straitjacket inverted DDT! The move connects beautifully, and Neal advances to cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---Kickout by Jessie!
Despite the kickout, Neal is still in control, and brings Jessie back to her feet, only to drape her across the turnbuckle with a flapjack! Jessie stays on her feet as she drops back down, but Neal does not let her regain her bearings, instead throwing her over with another German suplex!
This time, it takes the Diva a little longer to get up, and Neal sees his chance. He begins to stomp his foot on the mat, quickly causing the crowd to stomp and clap along with him, then runs in looking for a shining wizard...
...only for Jessie to spring to her feet abruptly and reverse it into a backdrop, revealing she had been playing possum all along!
Like his partner before him, Neal seeks to return to his feet quickly, but Jessie does not give him the chance; instead, no sooner has he made it to one knee than she hits him with a spinning heel kick, sending him straight back down to the mat. Jessie preens for a moment, under the disapproving jeers of the crowd, then stalks across to tag in Rupert Royston-Fellowes.
The jeers intensify as the arrogant blond preens into the ring and picks up the groggy Welsh rookie, pulling him back down into his trademark tilt-a-whirl , backbreaker. Neal drops back down to the mat and Rupert puts in a good few stomps for good measure. This, naturally, brings the referee over to admonish the Chelsea resident, but Rupert is nonchalant about the admonishments. The official adds some more stern-ness to his tone, but it is still Rupert who decides when he wants to stop – which he does while looking straight at the referee, a smirk on his lips. He then bends down and picks Neal up, bringing him to his feet only to throw him towards his own team's corner. The Welshman hits the corner post hard, and Nigel takes the opportunity to poke him in the eye, without the referee seeing it! Nigel stumbles back, with a cry...straight into a German suplex from Rupert!
The Welshman goes flying over, as the Chelsea resident returns to his feet. Rupert smirks wryly as he turns around and steps in to bring his opponent up and pull him into position for his lethal swinging inverted neckbreaker, the Silver Spoon...
...only for Neal to somehow slip off and reverse it into a suplex of his own! He bridges, and the referee counts!
ONE!
TWO!
--Nigel breaks up the pin!
As the two men roll through to their feet, the expression on Rupert's face has gone from smug to livid. He makes it to a vertical position a moment before Neal, and sizes his opponent up; then, as soon as Neal is to his feet, he rushes in with a Superkick...
...which Neal ducks out of the way of! The Welshman lets his momentum carry him through to the corner turnbuckle, and by the time Rupert turns back around, Nigel is diving off with a springboard roundhouse kick! The blond half of the Best of British goes down like a sack of bricks, and Neal stumbles over to his corner to tag in Valerie Holcomb!
The Aussie is in no rush, however, and chooses to allow Rupert to lull himself into a false sense of security. The blond is allowed to recover, pull himself upright, and begin to consider trying for a tag before his opponent finally runs forward, flooring him with a running single-leg dropkick! The Brit goes down again, and Holcomb pulls him towards the centre of the mat and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---Rupert kicks out!
Valerie is not dispirited by the kickout, however, and quickly brings the Brit to a seated position, connecting with a snapmare. Rupert goes sprawling over, and the Aussie quickly follows up with a dropkick. She covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
--Kickout!
Once again, the Aussie does not let her failure get her down; instead, she throws Rupert towards thenearest set of ropes, and runs in with a corkscrew elbow...
...which the Brit is aware enough to dodge! Valerie whirls around...
...POKE TO THE EYE!
The fans boo as the Aussie stumbles, momentarily blinded, and becomes an easy prey for a Superkick from Rupert. Valerie goes out cold, as Rupert walks over to tag in Nigel. The blond stays in the ring, however, while his partner climbs up the turnbuckle. At a sign from Nigel, Rupert lifts Valerie up and hits his tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, as Nigel dives off with a 450 splash...
...NO! Rupert is thrown off-balance as Oscar comes barrelling into him! Startled, the blond drops Valerie, as he and the Grouch topple over the ropes to the floor. Valerie is, therefore, not quite in the right position for Nigel's 450 splash, and as a result, the Brit crashes and burns!
For a moment afterward, there is very little action both inside and outside the ring, as both pairs of wrestlers lie unconscious, their partners looking on apprehensively from their respective corners. The referee begins a standard ten-count for the duo inside the ring, while outside, the two illegal men continue to regain their bearings.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Nigel pulls himself to all fours and begins to crawl towards the near set of ropes, just as Rupert stumbles to his own feet on the outside. The two are careful to keep tabs on their opponents as they approach one another, exchanging a look and the briefest of nods. A moment later, Rupert reaches into his right boot and removes something indistinct, which he nestles in his hand. Then, still clearly feeling the pain of the tumble he took a moment earlier, he climbs onto the apron, as Nigel retrieves the still groggy Valerie and holds her in a straitjacket position. He steps towards the cornerwhere Rupert is already waiting, and tags his partner back in, so as to make it official. Rupert wastes no time swinging for Valerie...
...but the Aussie comes alive just then, and somehow moves her head! Rupert's shot clocks his partner instead!
Nigel goes down cold and Rupert, a look of genuine concern in his features, steps in to check on him. He slaps Nigel across each cheek briefly and checks for a pulse, before deciding it is better to roll his partner out of the ring. This he does with genuine caution and care, leaving his best friend to the care of Alison Beck and Kelly Garrett as he seeks to return to the ring.
In his preoccupation with his partner, however, the blond has allowed his opponents far too long to regroup, and Valerie Holcomb has taken full advantage of this fact. When Rupert returns to the ring, it is to see the female half of the Aus-Am Connection tagging in her brother in law, who has also had the time to return to his corner and does not look happy!
Indeed, as Oscar comes in, he is a house afire. Rupert tries for a Superkick, but the Grouch dodges. Rupert whirls around...straight into a spinebuster! Oscar covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Jessie Alexander breaks it up!
Oscar, however, does not seem particularly bothered; he knows he has Rupert right where he wants him and – as the referee sends Jessie back to her corner – brings him to his feet, yelling 'LET'S FINISH THIS!' He then sets Rupert up for his trademark inverted DDT, the A Bomb, which connects a moment later! The move hits beautifully, and Oscar covers!
ONE!
Jessie and Jamie look towards Alison and Kelly, looking for a distraction, but the two are still busy tending to Nigel, and thus unaware of the situation in the ring!
TWO!
The twins rush in, but find themselves tackled by the two Welsh rookies, and prevented from breaking up the pin! As such, Oscar is able to pick up the...
THREE!
And the fan-favourites prevail over the bullies, unequivocally this time!
WINNERS in 11:03: Lowri Moss, Neal Durden & The Aus-Am Connection
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:19:06 GMT
We are again backstage to see the now-familiar sight of UKWF backstage working life still buzzing away at a frantic speed. The camera crew are still focused on the shut door we saw Cross Recoba enter earlier and they have clearly staked-out the scene to keep abreast of any development they can deliver to the UKWF fanbase.
The door opens and Recoba walks out with a beaming smile on his face.
Cross Recoba: My pleasure, you know my credentials - let’s face it - it’s why I came here!
He shuts the door to be met by UKWF Interviewer, Katherine Kensington. She pounces on Recoba, thrusting a microphone into his face before he has fully turned around.
Katherine Kensington: Cross, welcome to the UKWF. Our fan-base will be eager to know - were you meeting with Stella Chalmers-Blythe? What can you tell us about the meeting? Were you brought in New Management?
Recoba looks put out by the intrusion, the smile he worse moments before has now dissipated in a clear sign of annoyance at the stream of questions that the UKWF interviewer has batted his way.
Cross Recoba: Thanks for the welcome but I always attributed the need for salacious gossip to my side of the pond, not yours - it seems I was misinformed. All you need to know for now is that the new regime that you’ve seen over the last few shows is focusing on making sure their key talent stays happy.
This answer does not seem enough to sate Kensington who is quick to follow-up.
Katherine Kensington: So it was just a friendly chat between a boss and her employee? Seeing as how Ms. Chalmers-Blythe was seen at ringside during your debut bout earlier this evening, we’d be keen to know - what plans do you, or indeed she, have for your time here at the UKWF?
The word ‘employee’ visibly irks Recoba, his mood is noticeably souring.
Cross Recoba: I know whatever I say right now is going to be twisted and analyzed to within an inch of it’s life come the morning once the internet and the fans get hold of it. Stella has been keeping tabs on me since before the summer. Finally the time has presented itself where I could come over here and take part in the UKWF. Right now my priority is on making sure that I go into my next match continuing to build on making my name, and my presence, known in these shores.
Katherine Kensington clearly knows the meaning of the word tenacious as she continues her line of questioning.
Katherine Kensington: So, should we assume you’re one of her pet projects?
Recoba starts to walk off, but not before cutting the interview to an unarguable close.
Cross Recoba: Assume what you want or need to. You’ll be left in no doubt soon enough about who I am, and what I can do - but it won’t come from you badgering the information out of me. Besides, how can you even be sure Stella was out there on my behalf? It would seem to me that, if anything, she was scoping out Mac Mercer...
The interviewer considers this for a moment, and appears to find it plausible.
Katherine Kensington: Perhaps...
Then, as if remembering something:
Katherine Kensington: Speaking of which...your actions towards Kincaid after the bell...
Cross Recoba: ...no comment
With that, and leaving Katie no further room to elaborate on her question, Recoba pushes past the cameraman and out of shot as we go back to ringside.
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:20:55 GMT
Salem Cartier v Bianca Davis
Confident by Demi Lovato hits over the public address system, as the lights dim and flash purple and pink all over the arena, as a lone spotlight dawns over the arena. As out from the back steps out none other than Bianca Davis, the fans boo the arrogant blonde who is oblivious acting like the home coming queen has she does an arrogant beauty pageant wave to the audience before blowing kisses to the fans.
Then, Bianca begins her arrogant strut down to the ring, pointing at the fans and giggling at them as she keeps posing arrogantly and taunting them. Staying in the center of the entrance ramp not allowing their common hands to touch her, as she stops half way and takes off her custom made Queen of Television championship and raises it up in the air as the fans boo the arrogant woman who blows them a kiss for their troubles. Bianca, then climbs up the steel steps smirking arrogantly, however, she rolls her eyes at the ref before yelling at him telling him to lower the ropes for her. Which he does as she enters under the bottom rope as she stands in the center of the ring doing her trademark beauty pageant wave in the center of the ring.
"I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!"
Bianca Davis turns toward the entrance tunnel with a scowl on her face as the funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat...
She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience.
"Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on
Touch, kid; how you surprise me
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"
She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes...
"You're something like a phenomena
Something like an astronoma'
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"
She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match.
The referee calls both women to the center of the ring. Salem obliges, but Bianca just leans against the turnbuckle, telling him to just start the match already. Regardless of her coming to the middle of the ring or not, he calls for the bell and the match is underway. Bianca gets distracted by getting into a shouting match with one of the fans. When she’s satisfied and feels as though she’s won the shouting match, she turns back toward Salem only to find that Cartier has already taken it upon herself to charge in behind her and catch her with a Springboard Back Elbow into the corner right as she turned around!
As Bianca stumbles out of the corner, Salem quickly mounts the turnbuckle and waits for Bianca Davis to turn around. Unfortunately, as Salem is about to leap off, Davis sees her intentions so she immediately rolls out of the ring and gets out of distance. Cartier dismounts the turnbuckle to the apron, but Bianca is quick to get over there and sweep her legs from underneath her causing her to bounce off of the apron on her back and roll to the floor, swinging the momentum suddenly. Bianca grabs a handful of Salem’s hair and slings her by into the barricade!
Davis pulls Cartier up again and chokes her against the barricade causing her back to bend almost unnaturally over the top of the railing. The referee comes outside before he can bother to start his 10-count. He counts to 4 before Bianca finally releases the hold, letting Salem drop to the floor, gasping for air. Bianca is pretty smug as the referee nags her, yelling at her about her antics, but Davis doesn’t care what he has to say. She just helps Salem back to her feet and stalks in after her. As Salem pulls herself to her knees, still gasping for air, Bianca bitch slaps her across the face causing the Witchy One to drop back down. Bianca seems pretty pleased with the situation as Salem begins climbing to her feet again only to be caught with a running kneelift that sends her back down.
Bianca lifts Salem up in a front facelock and looks to hit her Implant DDT, Crowned, but Salem spins out of it only to get her eyes raked by Bianca, a kick to the leg, and hit with Crowned anyway! Bianca smirks and drops into the pinfall attempt.
1…
2…
NO!
Salem kicks out, showing that there’s still fight still left in her. Bianca seems disgusted that Salem is still in this one, expecting for that to be end. She lifts Salem up again and throws her to the ropes, looking to do some more damage, but Salem counters into a wheelbarrow bulldog, bringing the crowd back into this!
Salem isn’t able to capitalize quick enough as Bianca pushes herself to her feet angrily. She immediately tries to pounce on Salem, but catches her with a forward palm strike, stumbling her! She then catches her with a shin kick. She then clutches the wrist, wrings the arm out, and catches Bianca with a sick chop across her chest to a “WOOOO!” from the crowd! When Bianca tries to counter, she finds herself taken down by a headscissor takedown which she instinctively gets to her feet from. Unfortunately for Bianca, she’s near the turnbuckle as Salem charges in and catches her with a springboard corner hip attack!
With Bianca stumbling out of the corner, Salem mounts the ropes again, this time quicker than last time, and leaps into a Moonsault right as Bianca turns around only to be taken out and immediately in a pinning predicament!
1…
2…
NO!
A near fall for Bianca, but she’s able to get her shoulder up at the last possible second. Salem isn’t deterred though as she picks up Bianca and whips her to the far corner and runs in after her. Bianca moves out of the way, forcing Salem to stop herself from hitting the corner. Unfortunately, Bianca is ready for her and goes to the eyes again with a rake. This is when Bianca mounts the turnbuckle behind Salem and clutches her in a sleeperlock from the turnbuckle. The referee starts making the count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
Bianca releases the illegal hold, but the damage seems to have been done as Salem drops to the mat. As Salem begins clawing back to her feet, Bianca rebounds off the far ropes, looking for the Beautiful Boot!
NO! Salem ducks underneath and continues running, rebounding off the ropes herself. Meanwhile, Bianca rebounds off the opposing ropes! When they meet in the middle, Salem ANOTHER Beautiful Boot attempt and keeps running. Bianca stops on a dime and turns around as Cartier is coming back!
NEW HAMPSHIRE HANDSHAKE!! The crowd groans then roars as Bianca hits the mat like a sack of potatoes!! Salem hooks both legs deep as she goes for the pinfall attempt!
1…
2…
3!
Salem pushes herself to her feet as the referee calls for the bell then raises her hand! Meanwhile, the crowd is in a frenzy!
WINNER in 06:50: Salem Cartier |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:22:12 GMT
“Oblivion” by Grimes kicks up across the arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano both emerge from behind the curtains. Night Train is a lot slower due to the fact that she’s limping from the attack by The Masters just a couple weeks back. Gaia walks up the stairs and holds the ropes for Night Train who gingerly steps through the held ropes. Gaia gets a microphone after she enters then takes the center of the ring.
Gaia Galanos: At Corporate Punishment, a grave mistake was made by women who I once considered friends, but have been nothing but an enemy to Night Train and myself since we stepped foot in UKWF. The Master Sisters had the audacity to jump Night Train while I was away. Each time they show their faces, they get more and more underhanded and I’m getting sick of it. I have no issue with them being the number one contenders to our titles, but they made the grave mistake of announcing it all wrong.
Before Gaia can continue "Heavy Metal Suicide" by Ringo Deathstarr hits up over the arena. In the ring, Gaia lowers her microphone and glares down at the entrance tunnel as Aurora, Carnival, and Moonlight emerge from the entrance tunnel. Aurora has a big smile on her face and a microphone already in her hand as she stops her sisters at the entrance stage.
Aurora Master: Oh, look, Gaia Galanos is moaning about something. Must be a day that ends in Y.
The two older sisters share a laugh as Moonlight just stares into the ring. Meanwhile, Gaia is understandably less amused. The Greek’s glower is, however, not enough to deter Aurora from continuing:
Aurora Master: Seriously, Gaia, do you even have another mood setting other than ‘angsty?’
Carnival Master: Yeah, Big G. That shit went out with Squall Leonheart. No wonder no one thinks you’re cool!
Gaia does not seem to mind awfully much whether or not she is considered ‘cool’, and raises the microphone to her lips, presumably to say exactly that. Before she can do so, however, Aurora cuts across again:
Aurora Master: But...you know what? You want to bitch about what we did to Midnight Express, fine. That doesn’t change anything. We did it…and we’d do it again.
Aurora’s evil grin only contributes to make Gaia’s frown deepen. The head of the Master Sisters does not seem too bothered by this fact, however - much to the contrary. Still, she is not yet done, and addresses Gaia again a moment later:
Aurora Master: Just for the sake of argument, though...what would you say is the right way to announce contendership?!
Gaia does not even hesitate:
Gaia Galanos: ...a match.
Aurora chuckles.
Aurora Master: A match? You want a match? Another one?
Gaia seems poised to reply, but finds her opportunity gone when Carnival leans in to whisper something in Aurora’s ear. A moment later, the blonde’s expression changes from a frown to a grin, as she nods with uncharacteristic vigour. The reason for that reaction quickly become apparent as she addresses Gaia again:
Aurora Master: All right, Gaia. You want a match? You’re getting a match.
Aurora gestures behind her, at her team’s silent third wheel:
Aurora Master: ...with my sister, Moonlight.
Moonlight steps forward as if to challenge Galanos herself. The Lioness steps toward the ropes and leans over them, staring her rivals in the eyes.
Gaia Galanos: Mikrí aderfí, I’m going to make you pay for megáli aderfí’s sharp tongue.
Gaia simply allows the microphone to free fall from her hand to the floor on the outside. Back atop the ramp, Aurora only smiles as she presses an arm to Moonlight and Carnival, backing them up and out of the arena as Hunt By Night’s music hits again while Night Train and Gaia converse as they exit the ring while the scene fades out. |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:23:25 GMT
Team PRD v Love & Hate
The bell rings and Darrin Kisler instantly surges across the ring. It's fast, shockingly fast given his age, but May is ready and quickly she drops a shoulder to slide under the blow. When Darrin turns around he catches a trio of quick snappy kicks to the legs. He growls, and throws a heavy right hand. May stumbles back and crashes back first into her corner. June makes a blind tag as May kicks Darrin backward out of the corner. With a yell, she jumps off the middle rope into a crossbody. Darrin catches her in the air and shakes his head.
In this time, June slides into the ring and waits until Darrin turns back in their direction. She runs and jumps, and the weight of both members of the team drops Darrin onto his back! May rolls away and June dives for the first cover of the match, frantically looking for the referee to make a count!
ONE!
TWO!
Just like that, it was nearly over but Darrin kicks out. He seems surprised by whats just happened and he slides up to his feet as June tries to press the advantage. He's prepared though, rising to his feet at the same time as he throws a vicious dropkick that snaps Junes head back and has her stumbling in place. Darrin grabs her by the hair and steps, using the momentum to hurl her across the ring and into his corner. Love and Hate are, as ever, in perfect sync as Andrea has already placed her boot across the top turnbuckle for the back of June's head to smack into. There's a moment – just a moment – of awkwardness as Andrea Kristian has to awkwardly pull herself off the rope she was standing on to get her boot up there and pull her leg free of the buckle. Darrin drives his forearm into June's throat, keeping her pressed in and gasping for air while his partner makes a tag. He throws June out of the corner to the ground with a thud and then throws a sharp, measured kick to her back that echoes through the arena.
Andrea slips in, studying her opponent on the mat as June tries to crawl for a tag while holding the back of her head. Andrea puts her foot on the back of June's ankle and leans her weight in, smirking wickedly at the other woman's yelp of pain. She leans down and grabs a handful of hair, grabbing June by the face and taunting May across the ring. May looks more serious than usual, leaning over the ropes and encouraging a tag. Andrea slams her opponent down face first and takes a few steps away to the corner. She waits until June starts to rise, getting to her knees and then clocks her head in the side of the head with a Shining Enzuiguri! Love and Hate make their first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
Andrea climbs on top of June, giving her partner a grin and slowly pulls starts throwing punches down. June kicks her legs up, shifting her opponents weight forward and sliding underneath her body to try and get to her feet. Both women face each other, with June throwing a forearm that sends Andrea taking a step back. Andrea licks her lips, amused, and steps back with a forearm of her own. Both women trade shots. First Andrea! Then June! The audience cheers with every shot until Andrea throws a big headbutt that drops June to one knee. The audience boos the cheap shot and Andrea takes a moment to walk around the ring and collect herself. When she walks back in for the finishing blow though, June takes advantage of the space and leaps into the air to bring her over with a hurracanrana! Both women are down!
Andrea stirs first, using the ropes to get up to her feet and standing right in the path of the other woman. June gets up with her partner shouting her encouragement and turns to run across the ring and make a tag. Andrea drops her base, shoving her shoulder into Junes midsection. June tries to reach over her shoulder but can't make it to her partners outstretched hands. Andrea reaches up and slams Junes head off the mat! She turns around and rakes Mays eyes! The referee protests, turning his back to check on May. Love and Hate show some surprising team chemistry, with Darrin running into the ring and throwing a big running boot to the back of June head. Both of them drag her across the ring with Darrin going back to the apron as Andrea covers June.
ONE!
TWO!
Andrea reaches up, making a tag to Kisler before rolling to the apron under the bottom rope. Darrin picks June up and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back he throws a huge lariat! June ducks under it and hits the ropes to try and fight back only to run into another huge lariat coming back on the other side! Kisler makes a cover, shoving a forearm across the smaller womans throat.
ONE!
TWO!
June rolls onto her side and Kisler grabs a hold of her, pulling her up with him and goes to make a tag. But suddenly, June throws a kick spinning kick to his gut that doubles him over. She runs, hitting the ropes and then flies into the air with a huge bulldog! She keeps moving, rolling head over heels into the corner and tagging in May! May runs into the ring and hits Kissler with a big running forearm! He gets up and gets clocked with another one! Then another! Finally May grabs him around the waist and hauls him over with an incredible german suplex! The audience cheers the shocking display of power as the ref drops to make the count!
ONE!
TWO!
Andrea breaks up the count! The ref gets up, demanding she leave the ring as June comes charging in from the other side to batter her. Both women become a storm of fast, brutal punches as they fight their way over to the ropes and go stumbling through to the floor. Andrea takes advantage of them stumbling out and hooks June by the head, looking for a DDT. June shoves out of the hold just in time for May to fly through the middle and bottom rope with a wrecking ball dropkick! With Andrea down, they both run back into the ring as Kisler gets to his feet. June runs forward, dropkicking his knee as Andrea gets back to her feet. She rushes back inside while the ref throws his hands up at the match breaking down.
Kisler grabs a charging May by the throat and stands up, as Andrea comes running in with a charging high knee! At the last second, May slips out of the way and Darrin gets clocked in the face with his partners own knee! Junko grabs a shocked Andrea and hurls her out of the ring. Sensing an opening, Team PRD quickly takes advantage and hit The Harajuku Hustle! May makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Team PRD pick up a much needed win!
WINNER in 07:10: Team PRD |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:24:27 GMT
Before the match, a video package is shown recapping the moment when the Asphyxiator forfeited a win in order to illegally choke Chris Ghensi, only to have Ursula Areano run in to help the fan-favourite run off the seven-foot fiend. A shot of the two shaking hands and agreeing to face the monster together serves as the perfect lead-in to the handicap match at hand!
2-on-1 Handicap Match: Ursula Areano & Chris Ghensi v Asphyxiator
The bell rings, and the match begins with an uncharacteristic degree of hesitance from both Ursula and the intimidating Asphyxiator; the Argentinean luchadora has learned her lesson from her first confrontation with the monster, and is keeping her distance, circling the massive Frenchman, casting out a lure for any kind of weakness. Asphyxiator, as cold and tall as a monolith, only watches, his pace considerably slower than Ursula’s. Chris, meanwhile, grips the tag rope with white knuckles, bouncing on light feet in his corner, waiting for the shit to inevitably hit the fan.
Ursula, surprisingly, is the first to make a move toward her opponent, slowly angling toward the man-beast with a raised hand… looking for a test of strength? Asphyxiator’s construction equipment hand, realizing Ursula’s intentions, slowly archs toward his opponent’s, fingers interlocking... followed up by a brutal headbutt by Asphyxiator, flooring Ursula with an audible wince from the crowd. What did she expect?
Ursula, however, is cleverer than her opponent might have thought, and recovers quickly to sweep the giant’s legs out from beneath him, knocking him to the mat with an even louder clatter. Looking to capitalize quickly, Ursula snatches Asphyxiator’s tree trunk leg in her arms…
wait, is she going for an ankle lock?
Grapevining her legs around his, Ursula jerks at the giant’s foot with all her might, causing him to cry out (or more accurately, roar) in pain. The ref kneels to check on Asphyxiator; could this match be over so soon?
Apparently not, as Asphyxiator shoves the hapless ref out of the way with a single palm, picking himself up with his free leg, Ursula clinging to the ankle lock for her life. In an astonishing show of brute strength, the masked monster lifts his locked leg, stomping down again and again on the clinging luchadora. Finally, he frees himself after swinging his leg against the ropes, whiplashing Ursula against the bottom two, rather painfully. Despite a unique display of technical ability, the beast would not be overcome so easily.
Ursula, thinking quickly, crawls from Asphyxiator’s broad reach, tagging in Chris Ghensi to a cheer from the crowd. Bigger and heavier than Ursula, he enters the ring with a great degree of confidence, fancying himself more than enough of a match for the towering monster.
Asphyxiator, his practically non-existent patience already drained by Ursula’s attempts at offense, does not wish to humor his new opponent’s bravado. He rushes in for a Clothesline – but Ghensi ducks it, sweeping out Asphyxiator’s legs once again for a quick roll-up!
One!
Asphyxiator kicks out with rage and authority, sending Chris tumbling overhead. Without stopping, the Frenchman lifts the Australian up, and spikes him with a brutal Powerbomb! He makes the cover!
One!
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Tw—Ghensi kicks out!
Growling in frustration, Asphyxiator looks to lift Ghensi up for another Powerbomb—but he rains down enough jabs and strikes to the head and neck of the beast that he frees himself, landing on his feet and Irish Whipping Asphyxiator into the ropes!
Chris looks to take down the beast again with an intercepting Hurricanrana, but Asphyxiator rebounds faster than he anticipates, and barrels through him! Chris is sent tumbling to the mat in a heap as Asphyxiator regains his focus, looking to finish the Australian off with yet another Powerbomb attempt.
Chris responds with a kick right to the midsection, hobbling the monstrous man long enough to tag Ursula back into the match! Ursula, rather than going through the ropes, springboards off of them to catch Asphyxiator with a Crossbody! She covers for the pin!
One!
Asphyxiator rises, Ursula still horizontal over him, and picks her up in the process! He throws her overhead for a Fallaway Slam, but Ursula uses her agile feet to her advantage, landing gracefully and offering the monster a Dropkick to the back!
Asphyxiator tumbles forward, caught off guard, and catches himself between the second and tope ropes. Chris reaches out to tag back in, but Ursula has other plans: leaping and swinging around the ropes to kick the tangled Asphyxiator in his masked face! The Tiger Feint kick connects, and Asphyxiator falls back from the ropes, stunned. Ursula, knowing full well that the offensive must continue in order to see any hope of victory, springboards off the ropes once again for a Body Splash! She makes impact, but the Argentinean’s not done, pointing to the nearby turnbuckle to the elation of the crowd – she’s going for Death From Above!
Ursula bounds to the turnbuckle, climbing—but wait… did Chris just tag himself back in?
The ref recognizes the legal tag, to the shock and confusion of Ursula, and her partner continues his own version of the assault, kicking Asphyxiator in the front and sides again and again as the massive man tries to rise to his feet and regain his balance. Before he can fully recover, though, Ghensi hooks Asphyxiator’s arm over his shoulder and whips him overhead with a quick, brutal Snap Suplex! As Chris sits up, Asphyxiator’s already halfway on his feet again, regaining the wind taken out of his sails. Shocked and visibly frustrated, Chris quickly rebounds off the adjacent ropes, and knocks Asphyxiator for another loop with a cracking Enzuigiri! The kick connects in a big way, but it’s only moments later that Asphyxiator is rising to his knees! He’s practically unstoppable!
Frustration overcoming him, Chris positions himself behind his hulking opponent, and leaps overhead for his signature Flip Neckbreaker! The Overhook connects! Chris covers!
One!
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Two—no! Asphyxiator kicks out yet again!
Exhaustion overtaking him, Chris rolls off the floored giant, staggering to the corner to gather his thoughts and reorganize his strategy… but Ursula takes the opportunity to tag herself in as well! Chris, frustration evident on his face, questions what the hell she thinks she’s doing, to which Ursula offers that he’s getting tired, and that could give the big guy an opportunity to take another unfair win. The ref has to step in for Chris to finally accept the tag, and the Australian ducks under the ropes in contempt.
Ursula turns around – and ducks another Clothesline attempt from Asphyxiator, already back on his feet! The giant collides with the turnbuckle, stunning him for the briefest of moments, and turns himself back around—
--into a pair of knees from Ursula! The Argentina Train makes an impact!
The crowd roars with approval as Ursula takes the lead in this fight once again, Asphyxiator sprawled out at her feet. Hyping the crowd, Ursula reaches down and begins attempting to lift Asphyxiator…
...she couldn’t be going for it, could she?
With a great deal of strain and struggle, Ursula lifts Asphyxiator into an Argentina Backbreaker position! She’s going for the Tempest Turn—
--only to be Speared by Chris Ghensi! What the fuck?!
The Australian takes Ursula out in quick, brutal fashion, sending Asphyxiator tumbling to the mat once again as Chris stands over his tag partner with a solemn glare. The ref, as well as the crowd, are flabbergasted, as the former tries to figure out what the hell just happened.
Chris wastes no more time, however, as he rips Ursula to her feet. Asphyxiator, meanwhile, has rolled to the outside and grabs a steel chair from under the ring. As he rolls back in, Ghensi grips Ursula by the hair and shouts some choice words into her face before throwing her at the monster, Asphyxiator, who is awaiting her with a steel chair.
SMACK!
Asphyxiator levels Ursula wih a steel chair! The crowd, once shocked, begins to boo with disapproval of Ghensi's actions as the ref signals for the bell – the match is thrown out!
WINNER by disqualification in 6:47: Ursula Areano & Chris Ghensi
After the bell, Ghensi continues to team up with the seven-footer to further wear down Ursula. Powerless to resist against two much bigger men, the feisty fan-favourite finds herself in dire straits...
...until unlikely help arrives in the shape of 'Big' Mac Mercer! The newcomer runs in and football-tackles Ghensi, causing him to reel! With a confused Asphyxiator still processing the situation, Mercer then runs in and hits his Mega Buster, a pop-up powerbomb, on Ghensi! The Aussie drops to the mat, and Mercer turns around....
...to find himself face to face with the Asphyxiator.
The crowd hold their breaths as the two men face off, Mercer furious, Asphyxiator seemingly interested. Time appears to stand still as the two men stand nose-to-nose, each having met perhaps their only match in UKWF, and knowing it. Before either one can act upon this knowledge any further, however, the spell is broken when an outside party enters the scene... |
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Post by UKWF on Oct 31, 2016 20:43:21 GMT
The two biggest athletes in UKWF are still facing off against one another when a voice is heard from near the curtain, cutting through the tension and causing both men to break the staredown:
Voice: Exactly what is going on here?!
All eyes turn to the entranceway, where UKWF's co-owner, James Kensington, stands, microphone in hand. The gentleman has a livid expression on his features as he continues:
James Kensington: Actually...it does not matter. Whatever this little brouhaha is, it will not be solved through unsanctioned violence. Any issues you two gentlemen have will get sorted at a later time, in a sanctioned match.
The crowd roars, nearly drowning the GM's next few words:
James Kensington: ...and seeing as Mr. Ghensi seems so keen on helping Mr. Charlevoix...I shall be giving him that chance. At UKWF's next live event, in two weeks...these two gentlemen will team up...to take on Mr. Mercer...and his new friend, Ms. Areano!
The crowd roars again as James, having said his piece, retreats back through the curtain, leaving the four wrestlers involved in the match he just made to stare one another down, as the feed cuts to a video package. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 1, 2016 23:39:34 GMT
Just before the Main Event of the evening, fans at home are treated to a video package recapping how the match came to be. Magdalena Waechter is seen attacking Juliet Black after the bell, only for her efforts to be thwarted by her main foe in the company, MJ Bell! Arcane is then seen entering the fray, only for Blaise Fader to even the contest, as a big brawl breaks out! The video then shows the moment when Stella Chalmers-Blythe stays her managing partner's hand as Veronica Valiant is preparing to fire the fan-favourites involved, and makes a tag match instead. Veronica's dramatic volunteering as the third member for her side is the perfect capper to an edit which, overall, does an excellent job of setting the scene for the ensuing match! MJ Bell, Juliet Black & Blaise Fader v Magdalena Waechter, Arcane & Veronica Valiant
The match begins with Juliet Black stepping forward to be the legal woman for her team, and telling the other two to 'watch how it's done.' Across the mat, there seems to be some dissent as to who will be the legal person, with Veronica Valiant ordering Magdalena forward but Arcane protesting that he wants to start 'for Stella.' The Canoness and the street urchin face off quite heatedly, and appear about to come to blows, until Veronica breaks it up. The blonde vice-president of New Management shoves the nun back and barks at Arcane that if he wants to start for their team, he had better get a move on. Arcane nods stiffly and steps into the centre of the mat, to meet Juliet.
A moment later, when the bell rings, a familiar story begins to unfold inside the ring: Dublin Trouble immediately goes for the jugular, engaging her opponent with a series of punches. Initially taken aback, Arcane lets a few of the blows land, but quickly regains his composure, using his street brawling ability to even the contest. Soon, Juliet is seeing each of her punches matched by one from her opponent, as the two brawl all around the mat, neither exactly having the upper hand.
Seeing simple punches are not proving too effective, Dublin Trouble seeks to switch up her game by inserting some headbutts into the brawl. Once again, Arcane is slightly taken aback the first time Juliet's head rams into his, and gets sent sprawling back; by the time the Irishwoman seeks to capitalise with a second, however, he has regained his wits enough to react quicker and land one of his own! Juliet then officially makes the former fistfight into a headbutt contest, and for the next few moments, the two take turns appraising who can bash whose head in the hardest!
The impasse is eventually broken as Arcane seeks to take advantage of what appears to be a momentary distraction by Juliet Black, and aims a punch at the side of her throat. Dublin Trouble, however, proves to be more attentive than the Londoner had thought, and parries the blow, snatching Arcane's arm in the process and twisting it, The New Management associate seeks to counter in some way, but is powerless to resist Juliet's boot to the gut, which lands dangerously close to his groin. Arcane doubles over in pain, and Juliet gives good account of her strength by pulling him into a snap suplex! The move lands, and the Londoner hits the mat hard, as the Irishwoman rolls through to her feet, yelling out in triumph!
As Arcane scrambles to one knee, Juliet wastes no time going back on offence. She steps in, pulls him to a vertical position, dodges the elbow shot he attempts to throw, and delivers a German suplex, throwing him across once again. She rolls through to her feet quickly, sees him scrambling to his knees once again, and runs in with a knee shot to the face! Arcane goes down, and Juliet allows herself another primal scream – one that is echoed by the crowd!
It does not take too long, however, before she is back on offence, once again leaning in to pick up Arcane. She brings the Londoner to his feet, goes to set up another move...
….and gets raked in the eyes! She cries out, clawing at them, and Arcane sees his chance. He plows into her with a running clothesline, sending her down to the mat and buying himself a few moments to recover.
For a few seconds thereafter, neither wrestler moves, as Juliet writhes on the mat, clawing at her eyes, and Arcane takes the chance for a much-needed breather by the ropes. As he does so, he is seen talking strategy with Veronica Valiant, who holds his hand for a moment as she delivers instructions. Arcane nods attentively, and allows a brief smirk to cross his lips as his boss holds his hand. Then, with a pat on the shoulder, Veronica sends her associate back into the fray, a task Arcane does not mind in the slightest.
By this point, most of the pain to Juliet's eyes has subsided, and she has brought herself back up to one knee. Though still blinking away the last of the pain, she is aware enough to spot Arcane coming out of the corner, and quickly springs into action...
….only to get dropped by a brutal punch to the side of the head!
The crowd boo vehemently as the Irishwoman goes down, seemingly out cold, and Arcane drops down, adding insult to injury by punching her repeatedly in the face. The referee steps in, to tell him to dismount, but Veronica Valiant chooses that exact moment to, rather conspicuously, attempt to enter the fray. The referee therefore has no choice but to turn his attention to her and send her back to the corner – allowing Arcane to quickly open his fist, drop something onto the mat, and push it off the apron with a flick of his foot. The crowd's jeers intensify as the subterfuge is revealed, but the referee misses it entirely, and turns around to find Arcane already bringing the groggy Juliet back to her feet.
Indeed, the Londoner has neglected to cover his seemingly unconscious opponent in favour of punishing her some more. He effortlessly carries Juliet to the turnbuckle, props her against it in a vertical position, and begins to punish her with stiff chops to the chest. The crowd resist the urge to 'woo', as is customary, instead the transitioning the sound to something close to booing, so as to show their dislike of the New Management member.
Arcane, however, brushes off the jeers, and pulls Juliet forward out of the corner. With his opponent still unresponsive, he then throws her bodily upwards, only to connect with a European uppercut on the way down. Juliet somehow lands on her feet, and Arcane displays feline reflexes, connecting with a roundhouse kick to her temple!
The Londoner underestimates the strength of his kick, however, and Dublin Trouble is sent careening towards her own corner. Arcane lunges forward, attempting to correct the mistake, but just a moment too late, as MJ Bell – who has exchanged a meaningful look with Blaise Fader – blind-tags herself off her unconscious partner and steps in, leaving Fader to drag Juliet onto the apron and call the medic team to revive her.
While all of this is occurring, Arcane is barrelling towards the corner, and by the time Bell steps in, he has gained too much momentum to stop. MJ ducks out of the way as the Brit comes crashing chest-first onto the turnbuckle! He bounces off, groggy, and the veteran female drops down, pulling him into a surprise rollup!
ONE!
TW---Arcane kicks out!
A sigh of relief is heard from Veronica Valiant as both wrestlers roll back through to their feet. The blonde's relief is short-lived, however, as MJ dodges Arcane's clothesline attempt and reverses it into a series of armdrags! Arcane goes sprawling over as MJ kips up to her feet and runs in, catching the recovering Brit with a drop kick to the side of the head, which sends him sliding off the apron and onto the floor. MJ does not hesitate, and vaults onto the top rope, waiting for her opponent to scramble to his feet before letting fly with a FIRE RAIN MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE OUTSIDE! Arcane connects head-first with the concrete and is seemingly knocked out cold, as MJ rolls over onto her feet, grabs him, and throws him back into the ring! She covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--MAGDALENA WAECHTER WITH A BOOT TO MJ'S HEAD!
Having broken the pin, the Canoness seems in no hurry to exit the ring, and stares down the woman who has been a thorn on her side for several weeks at this point. To her credit, the shorter MJ does not back down, and it takes the intervention of the referee to break up the staredown and ensure a very begrudging Magdalena returns to her corner.
Once she has made sure her opponent will no longer interfere with her match, MJ leans down and picks up the seemingly still groggy Arcane. She picks him up...
….and gets her eyes raked for her troubles!
Indeed, Magdalena's few seconds' interference has allowed Arcane to recover enough to where he is able to escape his predicament by way of his usual underhanded tactics. MJ, like Juliet before her, is sent reeling back, and Arcane is able to pull her into a brainbuster position...
...only for MJ to reverse it into a hurricanrana! It is Arcane's turn to go sprawling into the ropes, as Bell kips up to her feet again and throws him to the outside once again! She vaults onto the top rope yet again, turns around, and goes for a moonsault leg drop to the outside...
...WHICH ARCANE DODGES! MJ crashes and burns as the Brit rolls out of the way!!
With his opponent temporarily down for the count, Arcane is free to stagger his way to the apron, re-enter the ring, and take a few seconds to regroup after his latest tumble. Intimations from his corner, however, quickly have him heading in that direction, looking to tag in either one of his two female partners. Not being able to think rationally, he goes with what he feels to be the safer option, and tags in Veronica...
...who immediately tags in Magdalena! The Canoness glowers at her 'guardian' in disbelief, but Veronica is not moved, and barks for the German to get into the ring. Magdalena is therefore forced to comply, and steps towards the centre of the mat just as MJ is painstakingly clambering back into the ring from the outside!
The Proud2 roars as the two rivals seem set for a confrontation...then hold their breaths as MJ regains a vertical position to find herself face-to-face with a fresh and livid-looking Magdalena Waechter.
Seeing the situation she is in, the veteran seeks to react quickly – but, in her groggy state, is not quite quick enough. Magdalena pushes her towards the nearest corner and traps her there with a flurry of elbow shots to the face, headbutts and slaps, all three alternating at devastating speed. The still half-groggy MJ fights valiantly to escape her predicament, but her wild swings are somewhat less than effective against the Canoness's fury, and Magdalena retains the upper hand, managing to daze her opponent enough to take a step back. A moment later, she connects with a devastating running front dropkick, sending MJ hurtling against the post once again!
The veteran slumps down onto a seated position, seemingly unconscious once again, but Magdalena is far from done. She reaches in, pulls her opponent forward and drapes her across the mat. She then begins to scale the turnbuckle – an unusual move for her, but one she is seemingly willing to pull off on this occasion. Once at the top, she appraises the still-prone MJ, and dives off with a double-foot stomp, which connects beautifully! Magdalena covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE???
NO! MJ's foot is under the ropes! The pin is invalid!
Magdalena is LIVID as she stands up and rounds up on the match referee. The official does look a little intimidated by the Canoness's proximity, but nonetheless stands his ground, informing her that the pin did not count. The nun appears to have a few thoughts she wants to share with the man in the striped shirt – most of them, presumably, of the physical harm variety – but is brought back into focus by a cry from Veronica. She starts briefly, then turns around...
...just in time to see MJ reaching in for a rollup!
Understanding what almost happened, the Canoness promptly stomps on her opponent's hand, causing MJ to let out a cry. The Canoness then calmly drags MJ to the centre of the mat...
...and this is when Veronica barks at her to tag her in.
At first, Magdalena does not react to the instruction; it takes a second command to cause her to turn towards Veronica, an incredulous look on her features at her 'guardian's' defiance. Veronica is hardly fazed, however, and repeats the order: 'TAG ME!' An outstretched hand emphasizes the point, and a glower indicates that Magdalena better do it, OR ELSE.
Even still, the German is not at all willing to play the teamwork game. She barks 'NEIN!' in Veronica's face, then turns back around to pick MJ up and bring her to her feet. She turns defiantly towards Veronica as she lifts her opponent up, preparing to deliver a spinebuster...
...only for MJ to spring to life and reverse the move into a hurricanrana! The crowd roars as the fan-favourite breaks free, and the Canoness goes flying towards her own team's corner!
This was the opening Veronica needed, and no sooner has Magdalena hit the corner than the blonde is tagging herself in. The Canoness starts and gasps, livid, and makes as if to hit her own employer, but seems to think better of it, and simply returns to her corner, muttering darkly.
MJ, on the other hand, has limped her way across the mat, and is within sight of Blaise Fader's hand when her leg is suddenly grabbed by an oncoming Veronica! The crowd lets out a groan...which quickly evolves into a cheer, as MJ lunges forward and uses the last of her strength to tag in the UKWF Champion's hand!
Blaise comes in spoiling for a fight, but to her credit, Veronica seems just as up for it. She greets the Brit with a poke to the eye, which is just subtle enough to escape the referee's attention and effective enough to send Blaise reeling. She follows this up with a bionic elbow, which rocks the UKWF Champion, then connects with a quick series of uppercuts to Blaise's midsection. She switches to knees after a moment, as she manages to trap the Champion in the corner, and manages to land a few more, further wearing down her opponent. She then transitions into a high leg choke, draping a leg across Blaise's throat and pinning her against the turnbuckle.
This, evidently, brings the match official running to the corner, to tell Veronica to break the hold. Also predictably, the New Management vice-president is none too happy about this, and proceeds to give the referee an earful, reminding him that she could easily have his job if she so desired, and he is lucky she is not so inclined right now.
In amid all this, however, she forgets one important detail: her opponent. Blaise, her throat now less constricted than before, promptly lunges forward, sweeping her opponent up for the Coventry Blitz! Veronica yelps in surprise, but is able to think quickly enough to slip down off the Champion's shoulders, avoiding the hold. She then grabs one of Blaise's arms in a hammerlock, looking to set up the submission she calls Brought to Heel...
...but the Champion twists free, gaining Veronica's back! The blonde promptly turns around, swinging a jawbreaker lariat...
...but Blaise ducks under it! The Champion lets her momentum carry her to the ropes, and looks to hit the Exocet running boot...
….but Veronica sidesteps! Blaise bounces off the ropes...
...and gets caught with a sweep kick by Veronica! The Champ goes down, and Valiant quickly transitions into an axe kick! The move called Profit and Loss is complete, and Veronica covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---MJ BELL BREAKS THE PIN!!
Veronica is livid as victory is snatched away from her, and promptly returns to her feet to loom over MJ. Once again, however, the fan-favourite veteran does not budge, taking both Veronica's glower and her threats on the chin, and not giving the New Management second-in-command an inch. Outraged at this defiance, Veronica begins to escalate from growled threats into full-blown tantrum...
...but that is when she finds herself swept up off her feet a second time! She thrashes and kicks and struggles but to no avail – the Coventry Blitz hits! Blaise exchanges a grateful look with MJ as she covers!
ONE!
---Arcane steps in, and is promptly thwarted by yet another hurricanrana from MJ!
TWO!
Magdalena pushes past her partner irritably, preparing to break the pin...
...BUT JULIETBLACKFROMOUTOFNOWHERE!!!! The two women go crashing into the mat in a heap as the referee counts...
THREE!!!
New Management is defeated!!
WINNERS in 22:03: MJ Bell, Blaise Fader and Juliet Black
The fan favourites barely have time to celebrate, however, as Arcane and Magdalena Waechter are quick to recover and put the boot to their respective assailants! With Veronica down for the count, Blaise attempts to help her partners, but with Juliet still somewhat dazed from Arcane's loaded punch earlier in the match, the numbers are just about even.
Blaise and MJ's situation only becomes worse when a couple of New Management reinforcements run in to stack the odds for the corporate side. Cross Recoba and Bianca Davis slip into the ring and engage the two fan-favourites, leaving Arcane and Magdalena to get along for once, as they both stomp a mudhole into Juliet Black. The fans at the Proud2 voice their displeasure with the situation, but are powerless to do anything but, and with Veronica now recovered, things seem dire for the fan-favourites...
...until one fan decides to take things into their own hands.
The crowd gasps as a tall, hooded feminine figure stands up in the front row, folds the chair she is sitting on, and nimbly hops the barrier. Security try to stop her, but a word from her halts them in their tracks, and she is able to slip into the ring, chair in hand. Bianca barely knows what hit her as the steel cracks against her skull, and the same seems about to happen to Arcane and Magdalena. Cross Recoba, however, makes himself the target as he hops in front of the chair-wielding woman, providing a distraction which allows Arcane to slip off to safety. A moment later, the steel cracks against his head as well, as the intruder faces off against Magdalena Waechter.
Unlike her peers, the Canoness does not seem as though she is about to let herself be felled by a steel chair shot, but this does not deter the newcomer. The woman raises the chair high above her head...
...and finds her hand stayed!
Surprised, the intruder whirls around, to find herself face to face with Veronica Valiant, who is clinging onto the chair for dear life! Visibly not amused, the woman – whose hoodie has fallen off as she turned, revealing long blond hair – promptly pries the chair loose from the vice-president of New Management's grasp, profiting from the fact that her identity appears to have surprised Veronica. She then prepares to swing the chair at Stella's managing partner...
...only for Magdalena to pry it off her own hands and throw it across the ring!
Not wasting another second, Veronica quickly makes her escape, but Magdalena does not seem in such a hurry. Instead, the Canoness faces off against the blond woman, and the two engage in a long, intense staredown, broken only by a barked command from Veronica. Magdalena ignores this, but a second intimation from her 'guardian' does persuade her to drop the matter for the time being and follow Veronica backstage.
The blonde newcomer is therefore left alone in the ring, beating her chest and letting out a warcry, which the crowd responds to in kind. A moment later, her night takes a turn for the even better, as Stella Chalmers-Blythe – no doubt alerted by Arcane or Veronica – steps out through the curtain, and becomes face to face with the newcomer.
The camera zooms in on the UKWF co-owner in the exact moment when her jaw drops, as she looks upon the face of a woman she used to call an ally, an associate, an asset...but who now appears to have defected to the opposite side. A woman who represents a considerable reinforcement for the rebellious side. A woman known simply...
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