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Post by UKWF on Nov 14, 2016 17:59:10 GMT
Pre-Show Special: Arabella v Aphrodite
Before the match begins, Aphrodite is seen ranting at the stage hands for simplifying her entrance. The technicians attempt to explain that they don't have the means to put her full entrance together, but the self-appointed Goddess is having none of it, and continues to berate them.
A moment later, Aphrodite's attitude works against her, as Arabella explodes through the curtain and grabs the Greek by her long blonde extensions. Aphrodite continues to rant and rave and writhe, but Arabella shoves her into the ring under the bottom rope. Aphrodite immediately scrambles to her feet, indignantly...only to have Arabella crash down on her with a springboard moonsault. The Brit covers!
ONE!
---Aphrodite kicks out!
Arabella brings her opponent back to her feet and shoots her towards the ropes. Aphrodite bounces off...straight into a flying clothesline from Arabella! The two go down again, and Arabella covers.
ONE!
TW---Kickout by Aphrodite again!
The fans begin to pull for the hometown hero as she once again brings Aphrodite to her feet. She once again shoots Aphrodite to the ropes, then runs in with a spear as the self-appointed goddess rebounds! Aphrodite goes down again, and another pin ensues!
ONE!
TWO!
--Aphrodite puts her foot on the ropes!
The fans groan as the Greek escapes once again, but Arabella is not discouraged; instead, she brings Aphrodite back to her feet, looking to set up her hangman neckbreaker...
...but Aphrodite pokes her in the eye, causing her to reel!
The fans boo as the Greek takes advantage of her underhanded tactics to land a slap to Arabella's face, followed by a second, backhanded one. This only causes Arabella to reel more, and Aphrodite continues to capitalise with a running clothesline. Arabella goes down, spinning onto her stomach as she does and the Greek promptly takes the opportunity to drop a knee to the back of her head. Rather than go for a pin, however, she then returns to her feet and begins to gloat to the crowd, who respond in kind with a shower of boos.
As predicted, this behaviour ends up playing against Aphrodite. The Greek becomes so engrossed in her gloating that she does not notice Arabella returning to her feet. By the time the crowd comes alive, the Brit has managed to grab her opponent and floor her with her hangman's neckbreaker, the Union Jack! As she returns to her feet, Arabella raises an arm to the crowd, who respond in kind. Then, noticing Aphrodite is pulling herself to one knee, she goes for the Mini Cooper Kick! The step-up enzuigiri connects, and Arabella covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the hometown girl snatches up a win!
WINNER in 03:54: Arabella |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 14, 2016 22:08:07 GMT
The fast riffing of The Rezillos' cover of 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' indicates the start of another UKWF broadcast. A moment later, fans at home are treated to the usual montage of athletes performing impactful moves as a plethora of Union Jacks wave in the background, all leading to the event's title card:
UKWF FACEOFF
Another moment, and the feed cuts to the inside of a packed Harrow Leisure Centre. In contrast to the nightspots the company has been leasing lately, the venue is open-plan and quite plainly decorated, with the ring being the main centrepiece around wish the thousand or so fans crowd. The camera does its usual pinpointing of particularly appealing signs, focusing in on the following:
SUPER-MOON(LIGHT) MAC SMASH BUDDUGOLIAETH
Once these have had their moment in the spotlight, the camera pans over to the announce table, where the usual duo are at hand to greet viewers:
Barry Jones: Evenin' folks, an' welcome ter UKWF Faceoff! I'm Baz Jones, an' by me side as always, the lov'ly Kerry! How's you, luv?
Kerry Buckingham's expression tells the whole tale, even before the blonde speaks:
Kerry Buckingham: We are in Harrow, of all places, to see Gaia in the main event. How do you think I am, darling?
Baz chuckles:
Baz: Aw, g'wan, luv! It ent so bad! That ent the only bout t'night, is it?
Kerry: It is enough to ruin my entire night...
Baz stares at his partner incredulously:
Baz: Wha', you don' wanner see the big lads 'gainst the big lad an' the big lass?
Kerry: Bah...
Baz: Or how 'bout that Valkyrie gel? Proper fittie, she is, innee?
Kerry: Hmph! I have very little time for turncoats!
Baz: Or how 'bout the Welsh---wait, daft question.
Kerry: Yes, dear. Yes, it was.
Knowing he has walked into that one, Baz falls silent. Dead air is averted, however, when a theme song hits the speakers a moment later, indicating the first match of the night is about to get under way! |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 14, 2016 22:08:55 GMT
Mac Mercer & Ursula Areano v Asphyxiator & Chris Ghensi
Before the bell even rings, Asphyxiator and Chris Ghensi make an advantage for themselves by ambushing Ursula Areano. Running up from behind the fan-favourite, Ghensi takes her down with a chair shot to the back of the head, before he and the giant begin to put the boot to the hapless Queen of Lucha. The crowd erupt into boos as Ghensi instructs Asphyxiator to pick Ursula, then picks up the discarded chair and whacks it into the fan-favourite's stomach. He rears up and prepares to do it again...
...only for his hand to be stayed by Big Mac Mercer! The crowd erupts as the Mega Man rips the chair from his opponent's hand, tosses it aside, and decks Ghensi with a big lariat! Then, after ensuring his opponent is down, he once again picks up the steel chair and faces off against the Asphyxiator, nostrils flaring.
The giant, who had been entertaining himself choking out Ursula Areano, now drops the fan-favourite as he paces towards Mercer. Without hesitation, the Mega Man swings the chair at his larger opponent, connecting right with his head...
….but failing to take him down.
For the first time, a nervous look crosses Mac's features, as he scrambles to find another weapon nearby. A fan hands him another chair and – after slapping a low-five with his helper – Ghensi promptly swings it at Asphyxiator. Once again, however, nothing happens, as the seven-footer experiences no more than a moment's disorientation before once again advancing towards Mercer.
Thinking on his feet, and using his agility, the big man is just about able to dodge the bigger Asphyxiator, and – realising chairs will not have any effect - once again begins to look around for a suitable weapon.
After a moment, he finds it.
The crowd explodes as Asphyxiator turns around....only to find the ring steps flying towards his head! The impact is too much for the even the seven-footer to withstand, and Asphyxiator finally goes down, lying sprawled next to his victim.
A moment later, EMTs rush in to assist and carry off the two wrestlers, and Katherine Kensington announces the match will now be a singles bout. The crowd rewards the Mega Man with a huge cheer as Mercer takes a moment to slap hands with a few fans at ringside, all while never taking his eyes off his other target – the only just recovering Chris Ghensi. The hardcore veteran barely has time to shake off the effects of Mercer's lariat before he is being forcibly led towards the ring. Mercer throws him against the apron, then takes his head and smashes it against it several times, growling about how he will teach Ghensi to sneak-attack a pretty lady like that. A moment later, as the groggy Ghensi tries and fails to find his bearings, the Mega Man throws him into the ring, finally entering it himself.
Only at this point does the bell ring, indicating the start of the match. Mercer, however, does not so much as break stride, promptly bringing Ghensi to his feet and connecting with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Ghensi goes flying over, and Mercer rolls through to his feet, raising an arm to the crowd, who respond in kind. Then, seeing Ghensi rolling over to one knee, the Mega Man promptly rushes in and floors his opponent with a running knee! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--Ghensi kicks out!
Though looking somewhat disappointed, Mac shrugs off the failed attempt to put his opponent away, instead focusing on keeping his momentum. He picks Ghensi up, pushes him against the corner, backs up a step, and connects with a brutal hammer fist, drawing a cheer from the crowd. Mercer backs up again, a little further this time, and runs in with a stinger splash...
...but Ghensi dodges! The hardcore veteran is somehow still aware enough to sidestep, and Mercer bumps chest-first against the turnbuckle, connecting with nothing but steel and padding!
Ghensi, however, is clearly in no state to capitalise, as he stumbles towards the centre of the ring, in a daze. As such, Mercer is given the time to recover and step towards the centre of the ring once again. He reaches in to grab his opponent, but Ghensi is faster, connecting with an elbow shot. Another one quickly follows, and then a third, which finally manages to make Mac reel. Ghensi promptly capitalises, and rushes into the big man with a Spear! Mercer goes down, and Ghensi plops on top for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
--Mercer kicks out!
As he rolls off the top of the big man, Ghensi finds himself unable to stand, and chooses instead to lie on the mat for a long moment, regaining his bearings and catching his breath. Beside him, Mercer is not quite himself either, and as a result, neither man moves for a long moment after. The referee begins his standard ten-count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Ghensi rolls over onto his side, then to his knees, causing the official to stop the count. The hardcore vet then stumbles to his knees and heads toward the corner, clearly still too groggy to do anything but buy himself a few more seconds' respite.
This disorientation once again gives Mac Mercer the opportunity to pull himself to his feet and get his own bearings. The spear has, however, managed to take the wind out of the big man, and he, too, needs a few seconds to recover. As a result, another long moment elapses in which neither man goes on offence, each instead recovering in separate corners.
Eventually, however, both find themselves well enough to continue, and step out of their respective corners to engage one another yet again. The heated stares the two exchange leave no margin for doubt about how each feels about the other, and neither does their body language as they begin to run towards one another!
Mercer seeks to strike first this time around, swinging a short-arm clothesline; Ghensi, however, sees it coming and ducks, as the big man seeks to pump the brakes on his own momentum. He is successful in doing so, and promptly spins around to face Ghensi, but the hardcore veteran is quicker, and waiting. He leaps onto Mercer, who is thrown off-balance, and promptly connects with a standing hurricanrana, throwing the bigger man across with a surprisingly agile move for a man Ghensi's size! Mac flops onto his back in the centre of the mat, and Ghensi wastes no time sliding in for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!
The crowd erupts as Mac kicks out yet again, but Ghensi seems less pleased. The pain-loving wrestler is heard crying out in frustration as he rolls over to his feet and once again puts some distance between himself and Mercer. He then begins to taunt his opponent, willing him to stand up. When Mac finally pulls himself to one knee, Ghensi rushes in with an enzuigiri, taking the big man right back down to the mat again! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--Mac kicks out again!
Once again, the frustration is clearly visible on Ghensi's face, but still he does not lose focus; instead, he begins to climb the nearby turnbuckle, stalling at the top for a moment before launching off with a moonsault...
...which finds nobody home! Mercer rolls out of the way!
Once again, a long moment elapses with neither man budging, as each chooses instead to catch a breather. This time, it is Mac Mercer who gets to his feet first, and promptly drops a big leg on Ghensi. He rolls back to his feet, and drops another one across his opponent's throat. He stands up again and rears up for a third...
...but Ghensi rolls out of the way! Mac's leg connects only with the apron, as the Australian rolls under the top rope and to the outside.
The few seconds it takes Mercer to get to his feet and give chase are enough for Ghensi to execute his plan. Moving away from ringside and back to the entrance area, 'Mr. Body of Pain' retrieves one of the chairs discarded during the pre-match fracas. The crowd begins to boo as Ghensi's plan comes to light, but Mac is none the wiser, and promptly rushes towards his opponent...
...only to be doubled over by a brutal chair to the gut!
The boos intensify as the chair shot connects, nearly drowning out the sound of the bell ringing, signalling a disqualification for Ghensi! The Australian, however, does not particularly seem to care that he was unable to win the match, and instead swings the chair once again, this time connecting with Mac's head and putting him down for the count! Once he has made sure the Mega Man is not getting back up, by way of a third chair shot to the head after the big man is down, Ghensi tosses aside the chair and makes his way back up the entranceway, among the deafening boos of the crowd.
WINNER by disqualification in 09:36: Mac Mercer [/u][/div][/i] |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 14, 2016 22:54:47 GMT
Shortly after the end of the tag match, fans are given yet another reason to boo, as the theme song to popular sports programme 'Match of The Day' cues up across the leisure centre's PA system. This, of course, signals the arrival of the one and only Gavin Tompkins – best known as Gav the Chav – flanked as ever by his council block queen, Shazza the hairdresser. The two make for an odd pair as they walk down the entrance way, Shazza in her impossible heels and impossibly tight torn jeans, and Gav in his usual and much more relaxed ensemble of track bottoms and a grubby, stained Millwall FC shirt.
As the two reach ringside, the lad climbs onto the apron first and gives his lady a boost up. He then holds the ropes open for her, before barking at a stagehand to give him a microphone. He is thrown one, which he catches deftly, then crosses the ropes himself, standing in the centre of the ring next to his lady, the two looking defiantly at the jeering crowd around them. The noise only intensifies as Gav brings the microphone to his lips, but the South London lout is not discouraged, simply raising his voice so as to be heard over the din.
Gav the Chav: I's getting well tired o' this bollocks!
The crowd boo even louder, but once again, the Chav simply talks over them:
Gav: Ev'ry other week, a new bloomin' card comes ou' f'r this place...an' ev'ry other week I goes ter see if I 'as a match...an' every other week it's the same ol' shit. Big bloody card, an' I's no' in there. I's never in 'ere. Like say, this week. Big ol' bloomin' card. Every cunt 'as a match. Do I 'as a match? Do I fuck!
More boos arise as a result of the local lad's ranting, but once again, he shakes them off; it seems whatever statement he has to make supersedes any reaction he might get from it.
Gav: So then, I sits down wi' Shazzers, right? An' we starts talkin' 'bout this, right? An' we fig'res, the reason I is never in no cards is 'cos I never asks f'r no matches. So I's takin' care o' that right now!
Gav turns to the ramp, still doing an admirable job of ignoring the boos raining down on himself and his girlfriend.
Gav: Oi, ya posh cunts! Is me, Gav! I knows you can 'ear me, so 'ere's 'ow it's gunna go, right? You lot is gunna give me a bloody match, an' yous is gunna do it now! I don't give a fuck if it's with a bloke or a bird or Stormzy or fuckin' Father Christmas. Somebody's gunna get their 'ead kicked in t'night!
Gav's quip, unintentional though it may have been, draws a surprisingly amicable reaction from the crowd, who stop their booing for a moment to grace the Chav with an uncertain and slightly guilty titter of laughter. This, however, appears to be good enough for the lad, whose chest swells out proudly as he once again takes to the microphone:
Gav: So yer! You lot best sort yerselves out an' get me a bloody match, 'cause...
S!
C!
B!
The booing immediately resumes as a sultry female voice echoes across the Harrow Leisure Centre, calling out each of the three letters before letting out a wicked giggle. A moment later, the reaction nearly doubles as the actual person whose initials were just mentioned steps through the curtain, to the sound of Wonderland Avenue's 'White Horse.'
Clad in a red dress just bold enough to be provocative without crossing any lines, Stella Chalmers-Blythe stands in stark contrast to her interlopers' far more street-influenced style, the dangerous grin dancing across her features matching their scowls as she gives the couple in the ring a polite golf-clap. When she raises her own microphone to her lips immediately afterwards, the touch of menace becomes apparent, even masked underneath falsely sympathetic tones:
Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Gavin, darling...I feel your plight. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be ignored, week after week after week...why, it is enough to make a young man frustrated, isn't it?
Lured in by his boss's pretence, the youngster nods vigorously, adding a few words off the mic, presumably in agreement. The crowd, however, is not so easily fooled, and continues to boo Stella even as she puts on her most piteous expression for Gav's benefit.
Stella: Don't worry, though, darling. Mummy is here for you. Mummy is going to make sure you don't get left out.
Once again, Gav nods in defiant approval, falling for the trap hook, line and sinker – even as Stella's features once again break out into a wicked smirk, her eyes twinkling in mischievous anticipation.
Stella: Now, remind me, darling...you said you did not mind who you faced, as long as you had a match here tonight...is that right?
Gav nods again, and Stella's predatory grin widens.
Stella: Splendid! That is so good to hear! As it turns out, Mummy does have someone she was trying to find a match for, as well...would you mind if it was him she had you face this evening?
Gav shakes his head again, and Stella's smirk grows even wider.
Stella: Fantastic! In that case, allow me to introduce your opponent for this evening...and UKWF's latest signing...the final and reigning VoW Zero Gravity Champion...MR.! ACE! WATSON!
The crowd's boos morph into a startled and rather mixed reaction at almost the same time as Gav's eyes grow the size of saucers. By the time the Chav realises what his big mouth and ego got him into, it is too late – 'Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da' has begun blaring through the speakers, and his surprise opponent is pelting down to ringside! |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 14, 2016 23:38:39 GMT
Ace Watson v Gav The Chav
As Gav and Shazza realise what is about to happen, the hairdresser quickly makes her way out of the ring, taking the microphone with her. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, goes into a fighting stance, and is ready to meet Ace head-on with a series of punches!
Caught unaware, the new signing allows a few of the blows to connect, driving him to the ropes. Gav continues his flurry of momentum a few moments longer, switching from punches to headbutts in a bid to throw his opponent off.
As he does so, Shazza comes around the ring, looking to sneakily provide some sort of advantage for her boyfriend. She manages to grab hold of Ace's leg, causing him to topple forward, and allowing Gav to hit a sloppy yet effective DDT! The crowd boo the hairdresser's underhanded tactics, but the London lad seems quite pleased with himself, and throws two defiant fingers up at the naysayers, as he winks and smirks at his lady.
Knowing he has to stay on offence, however, Gav is quick to roll back through to his feet, bringing Ace up to his own...
...only for the newcomer to bullrush him, throwing him off and sending him reeling back! Gav tries to stay in the fight, but Ace knows very well what he is doing, and quickly closes the gap between himself and his opponent. It is Gav's turn to get caught in a quick flurry of punches, which switch to forearms midway through. It does not take long before the Chav is well and truly trapped, with his opponent delivering forearm shot after forearm shot and pinning him to the corner.
Knowing Shazza is bound to try and interfere again, however, Ace thinks quickly, and brings Gav out of the corner with an arm drag! He rolls through to his feet and – as the Chav does the same – connects with a clothesline! He lets his momentum carry him to the ropes, bounces off, and runs in with an enzuigiri to the kneeling Gav's face! The South Londoner goes down again, and Ace knows it is time to end it. He leans in, picks up Gav, brings him to his feet...
...and gets rocked with an elbow to the face! He reels, surprised his opponent is still in this one, and Gav sees his chance. He whirls around, swinging a punch...
...only for Ace to dodge it and pop up behind him! The Chav tries to react, but Ace quickly traps his head and sends him for a whirl with his Disasterpiece! Shazza tries to distract the referee, but to no avail, as the official slides in for the count of..
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Gav learns a valuable lesson about watching what he wishes for!
WINNER in 03:02: Ace Watson |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 15, 2016 20:20:15 GMT
Salem Cartier v Hazel Overton
Right from the bell, Hazel pie-faces Salem and turns around with her arms raised like she's won something. Salem raises her eyebrows silently and leans back against the ropes while Hazel has her 'moment' and NEW HAMPSHIRE HANDSHAKE RIGHT FROM THE OFF!
BUT Hazel sees it and rolls - screaming - to the outside, actually grabbing Ashley Fairchild and using her like a human shield. Salem rolls her eyes and braces one boot on the bottom rope to hold it open, beckoning Hazel to get back in, though Overton is apprehensive suddenly. The threat of being counted out changes her mind, and she steps up onto the apron, but feints going through the ropes in favour of catching Salem's head and guillotining her - Salem's wise to it though, and drags Hazel into the ring over the top. She keeps her grip for a Rolling Snapmare, and follows with a grounded kick to Hazel's face - early pin!
ONE!
Hazel rolls over into her own pin!
ONE!
T-
And Salem pushes her off. Hazel uses a clubbing forearm to keep Salem docile and sets up a Snap Suplex, but Salem blocks it and starts throwing shin kicks, forcing Overton to release. Another kick is caught short by Hazel - Cartier responds with an Enziguri, bringing Overton down to one knee. Cartier comes off the ropes with a lariat - Hazel evades - but Salem handsprings into the ropes and returns with a back elbow to flatten Overton! Salem now taking both of Hazel's legs and tucking them under her arms, turning Hazel over - and Overton's scrambling to get free, but too late, as she gets locked into a Leg Trap Camel Clutch!
Hazel barks a harsh "F*ck you!" to the official's questioning, but doesn't seem to have many options beside bravado - with her legs caught up and the heavier Salem on her back, she's going nowhere fast. The referee is - wait, the referee's moving away? Ashley's up on the apron, complaining about something - and behind the official's back Hazel rakes at Salem's eyes! Salem yells out and stands, breaking her hold to stumble after the ref and protest...except she can't see and goes in the wrong direction. Conveniently, Ashley abandons her protests at this exact moment, and the ref turns back around in time to catch Hazel flooring Salem with a Full Nelson Bomb. Not seeing anything particularly amiss, he counts the ensuing pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Salem with the shoulder up.
Refusing to be distracted, Hazel keeps her hands on Salem as she drags her up, and throws her out over the ropes!...but Cartier hooks herself in place with one arm and stops on the apron. Overton does a double-take then charges shoulder-first - and Salem hikes herself up, letting Hazel pass beneath her before dropping her weight down across the other woman's head and shoulders! Crushed with her neck against the middle rope, Overton recoils, spluttering, and Salem steps back in to keep the pain coming -
Except now Ashley Fairchild's got a hold of Salem's boot. The referee admonishes Fairchild, but is stopped short of a DQ by Salem reaching down to grab Ashley by the hair and throw her face-first into the corner post! She smiles at her hard work, and HAZEL PAINTING!
SUPERKICK FROM OVERTON CATCHES SALEM FLUSH ON THE JAW, SENDS HER TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR IN A HEAP!
Hazel sinks to her knees and takes a breath, then looks to the ceiling with an audible, gleeful laugh and points to the official as the count begins!
One...
Two...no sign of life.
Three...
Four...gloating from Overton, still no motion from Salem.
Five...
Six...maybe a twitch?
Seven!...
Eight!...she's rolling over...
Nine!...
Te - AND CARTIER JUST LEAPT UP LIKE A STABBED RAT AND BEAT THE COUNT!
Hazel can't believe it - but Salem looks to have used up her second wind, so the opportunistic Overton turns her over and pins!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO!
Hazel is in shock...which quickly turns to anger as she batters Salem about the head mercilessly until the referee pulls her off. Overton takes a moment to calm herself, then pulls Salem away from the ropes to the center of the ring, before ascending the turnbuckle. She turns her back, glances over her shoulder to be sure Salem hasn't moved (she hasn't) and - DIVES IN FOR A CLEAR LANDING!
BUT CARTIER WITH THE KNEES UP! Overton comes down hard across the legs and rolls onto her side, cradling her gut!
Both women stay down for a five-count before Overton gingerly pushes herself up and retrieves the still bleary-eyed Cartier. Whip to the ropes, and Hazel goes high with a beautiful dropkick - but nobody's home! Cartier held the ropes, and as Overton fumbles up to her knees, rushes in with a Shining Wizard! Both up again - right hand from Hazel - caught by Salem, twisted into a hammerlock, and then a back suplex with Hazel landing on the trapped arm! Overton still not stunned, gets to her feet shaking the arm out - and Salem opens up with chops to the chest that echo out like gunshots. Overton winds up forced back into a corner by the barrage, and Salem whips her toward the opposite side - but Hazel counters - and Salem counters in turn, this time pulling Hazel in for a standing Monkey Flip that sends the other woman crashing upside-down into the turnbuckle! Salem rolls back up to her feet, salutes the crowd - showing barely a hint of fatigue now - and rushes in with a low Dropkick to the guts that makes Hazel flop back out of the corner.
Salem pulls Hazel unwillingly to her knees - and cracks her across the jaw with a Buzzsaw Kick! Pin again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NOPE!
Hazel somehow manages to squirm out. Salem offers a rueful smile to the heavens, and uses the ropes to pull herself up. She gently brings Hazel up as well and drags her to the center of the mat, hooking under both arms - Hijack Kevorkian time!
BUT Overton somehow slips her arms loose and trips Cartier with a double-leg takedown - and a bridging pin!
ONE!
TWO!
No! Salem kicks out all fierce-like and is back to her feet with a quickness - into a boot to the gut! Sit-out Facebuster from Overton!
No pin, as Hazel's still reeling from Salem's big comeback. Supportive words from a now-recovered Ashley rouse her, and she turns Salem over onto her back, then staggers toward the corner again, this time staying facing Cartier just to be sure - and it's just as well, as Salem actually KIPS UP~ and charges! Hazel makes to leap OVER her for safety, but a Discus Knee from Salem intercepts in mid-air and makes her crash and burn! Salem looks over at her opponent curled up in a ball and smells blood in the water...on dry land...surrounded by air...y'know what I mean...and backs up to give herself a run-up...
And there's Ashley grabbing her boot again. Salem angrily kicks her away while the ref, as usual, finds something else to pay attention to - in this case Hazel complaining about a chipped tooth - then Cartier closes range, leaps - Hazel only has time to shove the referee aside before THE NEW HAMPSHIRE HANDSHAKE CONNECTS! COVER!
ONE!
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WHY ISN'T ONE HAPPENING?!
Salem, ever the professional, doesn't release her pin as she looks wildly around - and finds the ref out cold, having reacted to Overton's shove by headbutting the corner post. Cartier screams "COME ON!" very loudly, shooting an exasperated look to the top of the ramp, where...
...yes, the back-up official appears from backstage and rushes down the ramp! Ashley attempts to head him off, but he fakes-out going left only to go right and leaves her in the dust - shades of Ryan Giggs! - and slides in under the ropes! NOW it's a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WHAT?!
HAZEL'S SHOULDER CAME UP! Salem can't believe it any more than I can! She argues with the back-up ref - can you blame her? - as he attempts to check on his predecessor, but doesn't make any headway. With a helpless shrug, Salem turns around - thumb to the eye! Cartier shrieks - and falls victim to a second Sit-Out Facebuster! Limp, desperate cover by Overton...referee slow to respond...
ONE!
TWO!
THR - NO!
Salem still in this! An exhausted Hazel - bleeding slightly from the mouth - forces herself up and nudges the downed ref out to the apron, telling his replacement in no uncertain terms to keep his eyes where they belong. Overton's dizzy on her feet, but in better shape than Cartier, who can barely rise up off one knee and doesn't seem to notice Overton rushing in to grab the head - IN A HAZE CONNE -
NO! Salem spins all the way through, trapping the arms - HIJACK KEVORKIAN HITS!
ONE!
TWO!
ASHLEY FAIRCHILD SLIDES IN AND
THREE!
...too late.
WINNER in 13:28: Salem Cartier
Ashley thumps her fists angrily on the mat - then comes face to face with Salem as the Head Witch In Charge releases her pin and sits up. There is a tense moment - then Cartier jerks her body forwards and Ashley's composure breaks, making her instinctively recoil in a panic. The wry smile comes back to Salem's face in response, and she staggers upright to have her hand raised and throw up some devil horns to the crowd, before bailing out of the ring and heading to the back, blinking her reddened eyes. Behind her, Ashley pulls Hazel out of the ring and slings an arm over her shoulder, preparing to carry her friend to the back as we fade to commercials... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 15, 2016 20:22:36 GMT
Kincaid v Bianca Davis
Kincaid and Queen B circle each other, both of them looking for an opening. Its Kincaid who takes the first shot, trying to dive in low at Bianca’s ankle. Bianca slips out of the way with an arrogant chuckle, walking to the other side of the ring and looking back over her shoulder with a grin. Kincaid scowls and takes a moment to collect himself, bending down to fix his kickpad and keeping a careful eye on Bianca.
With the opening exchange a stalemate, they head back to the ring and Kincaid suddenly uncorks a wicked right hand that snaps Bianca’s head back. She takes the shot and gets nailed with another! Another! Each shot whips Bianca’s head back! Kincaid takes her wrist and sends her running across the ring with an irish whip, catching her on the way back and whipping her over with an arm drag! Bianca scrambles back to her feet only to get hit with a big shoulder block next! Kincaid fully takes advantage of his size as she gets up, whipping her over with a snap suplex. The audience is on their feet from the flurry of offense as Kincaid whips around, kneeling a bit and demanding Bianca get back up! She gets to her knees and Kincaid takes a step, raising his foot and looking for a huge superkick! But Bianca holds her hands over her face and yelps in fear, begging for mercy.
Kincaid hesitates - only for a second - and the ever wily Bianca takes advantage by suddenly springing up to her feet and raking her nails over his eyes! The ref steps in to admonish her behavior, but Bianca just puts a hand in his face as she snapmares Kincaid to the canvas. Kincaid goes to get up but she stands on his head and grabs a hold of his arms. Bianca pulls with all her might, using Kincaid’s long hair to pin him to the canvas. She moves off of him, and a frustrated Kincaid quickly goes to get to his feet. But it’s a movement Bianca counted on and she meets her rising opponent with a brutal running knee lift to the face! Bianca makes the first cover of the contest!
ONE!
A kickout before even two for Kincaid. The ever arrogant Bianca doesn’t seem to put off by this, shaking her head and taking a second to fix her hair. She moves toward him and Kincaid shoves her backward, trying to buy himself some space only to get hit with a kick to the chest in response from Bianca. It’s not a particular brutal strike, but it’s enough to stop his momentum so Bianca can follow up by shoving her foot into his throat and choking him against the ropes. On the outside, Kincaid’s wife Alyssa yells for the ref to stop her and the ref begins a five count. At four, Bianca breaks and blows Alyssa a quick little kiss. Kincaid starts to get to his feet, and Bianca runs across the ring. He’s just back to his feet as she comes back, leaps into the air and drags him into the canvas facefirst with her full body weight! Bianca makes a cover after The Queen’s Makeover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kincaid gets his shoulder up after the first real nearfall of the match and this time Bianca looks frustrated. She slides around behind him as he gets to his knees, putting on a sleeperhold. Kincaid goes to reach back, throwing elbows to his side to get a hold of her but Bianca is smart enough to stay out of his way. His manager yells some advice on the floor and Kincaid gets his feet under him, fighting bit by bit to get himself back to his feet! Bianca refuses to release, indeed, tightening up her grip and Kincaid collapses down on one knee again. Alyssa slams her hand down on the apron repeatedly, and the fans begin to clap along with her! Bianca shakes her head, demanding the people shut up, but Kincaid feeds on it and bit by bit forces himself back to his feet!
He walks, bit by bit, toward the ropes but nearly stumbles again. Finally, he charges backward and sandwiches Bianca between himself and the buckle! Queen B slumps, deadweight, against the buckle for a moment and both of them lay there trying to recover. A moment later though, she sits on the top turnbuckle and goes to lock the sleeper in again. Sensing the threat, Kincaid arches his back forward and hooks her under the arms to hurl her back to the canvas with a mighty thud! Bianca turns around only for Kincaid to absolutely smash her with the Big Fat Kill superkick! He makes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Bianca gets her shoulder up! Kincaid doesn’t hesitate, rolling backward and under the ropes out to the apron. Bianca gets up, her head ringing from the superkick, and slowly turns around to face him. Kincaid jumps, hitting the top rope and flying into the ring with the Devil Trigger! But Bianca takes the impact and rolls out to the apron. Kincaid shakes his head, annoyed, and goes to pull Bianca back into the ring but she wraps herself around the bottom rope so that she’s difficult to move. Finally, he has to reach over the ropes to try and unlock her hands and when he does she slides between his legs back into the ring and rushes to her feet. When Kincaid turns around he eats an absolutely brutal slap to the face! It’s enough to make Kincaid stumble, holding his jaw and trying to shake it off. Bianca runs, grabbing his head as she goes by and looking for a bulldog. But suddenly, Kincaid plants his feet and stops her!
Bianca’s eyes widen with fear as she’s stuck, suspended in midair. Kincaid snarls and scoops her up in an incredible deadlift back suplex that drops Bianca down onto the back of her head! With Bianca down, Kincaid crawls away from her toward a corner. He suddenly realizes he has an opening and scrambles out of the ring. He climbs the buckles and slowly stands, staring down at his opponent, before leaping From On High! The Frog Splash connects! The referee drops to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kincaid picks up another big win!
WINNER in 07:13: Kincaid |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 15, 2016 20:24:32 GMT
Alex Kincaid walks to the corner of the ring and leans against the corner, looking down at Bianca and shaking his head at his third defeated opponent in UKWF. He frowns, wiping a bead of sweat off his nose and then waving to someone at ringside to bring him a microphone. Once it's handed to him he heads across the ring and walks out to the apron. He takes a seat in the middle as his wife makes her way around the ring to congratulate him. He smiles at her, his first smile we've seen since his arrival, and the two exchange some words the camera doesn't quite pick up. Then, he turns to the camera and has a seat on the ring apron.
Kincaid: I think it's time that we have a conversation.
The audience cheers and Kincaid nods to the excited UK fans, satisfied with the reaction that he's getting.
Kincaid: That's it. That's it right there. That's what I missed more than anything else. The people. It's strange for me to say it right? Anybody who knows me, who knows my background knows I can be pretty critical of wrestling fans. And that's never going to go away. I'm still going to think, every now and then, that you ask too much. I'm still going to think sometimes that you're being manipulated and I'm going to be frustrated you don't get it. All of that is me. All of that is a big part of who Alex Kincaid is. But at the core, that's because wrestling has always been one of the only things to ever truly make me happy.
Alyssa says something to him that draws a bit of a grin, and he shrugs.
Kincaid: I did say 'one of.' But it's true. Wrestling has given me the chance to travel the world. It's given me a chance to meet some of the most incredible people that I'm ever going to meet. Wrestling taught me who I am. And the truth is, deep down, who I am isn't always a person I like. It's a guy who can't let things go. It's a guy who will walk through hell to prove a point. It's a guy who picks battles that maybe he can't win, because it makes him sick to surrender when he knows something is right. That's dangerous. This time was supposed to be different. I said I was going to show up, wrestle, make some money and for once get a chance to actually enjoy the sport I love...until the last show.
His expression hardens and he looks down toward his feet. He takes a deep breath and collects himself, struggling to contain his anger. It takes nearly a full minute of awkward silence before he looks up to the camera again.
Kincaid: It's not just about you Cross. Do you think I've never been attacked after a match before? It happens. You come to a new company, you need to build your name on someone. That's fine. No, it's not about you. It's about...me. Because two months ago, when I signed my contract to UKWF I looked around our locker room and I saw a new, hungry generation of wrestlers proving themselves in the hottest wrestling scene on the planet. I wanted to be part of that. Maybe I wasn't the guy to lead this place into the future, but I could have been right there showing people the way. But when I get here what do I see? I see management manipulating things. I see owners who can't keep their fingers out of the pie. I see the same problems that I've been fighting my entire career.
He rolls under the ropes into the ring and stands in the center, pointing a finger toward the middle of it. Now, he can't keep the fire out of his voice.
Kincaid: THIS is all I've ever wanted! THIS is all guys like you and me have ever needed, Cross. Last week, you attacked me after the match and for what? Because you're mad you lost? Because I made you look bad in front of the management? You know how you could have settled that? You could have come to me, man to man, and you could have said I didn't pin you. I pinned Mercer. And you and me? Tonight, we could have been fighting this thing out. That would have been...different. You did what every coward does and you took the easy way out. You know how we move this industry forward? We lead by example. And what that means is-
Suddenly there’s a massive THUD as a steel chair bounces off his back again! Cross Recoba, having slid into the ring behind him, smirks as the audience boos mightily. Kincaid climbs up to his knees, trying to fight back only for Cross to swing the chair again and catch him brutally across the upper chest and face! On the outside, Alyssa screams for Cross to stop the attack on her husband. Cross walks over to the ropes and shakes his head at her, slamming the chair into the ground and waving for Kincaid to get to his feet. She tries to reach through the ropes and grab the chair but when Kincaid gets to his feet Cross corks him in the face with the chair again!
Cross throws the chair over the top rope, nearly nailing a referee at ringside who is yelling at him to stop and he pulls Kincaid up by his legs. With a grunt of exertion, he pulls him into a modified version of Garabaldi’s Guillotine! Kincaid is left staring through the rooes at his wife, reaching out and trying to grab a hold of them to help him escape. Finally though, the pain is too much to handle and Kincaid desperately taps taps out! Cross wrenches harder on the hold for a moment but then finally releases and throws his rival to the canvas. He points down at Kincaid, yelling some verbal abuse at him before he slides out of the ring. Alyssa is in instantly to check on her husband, cradling his head as he holds his back and struggles to sit up. Kincaid stares furiously up the ramp at Cross as he walks up the ramp backward, running his mouth all the way. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 16, 2016 2:14:39 GMT
Neal Durden & Lowri Moss v The Divas of Dominance
The match starts with the Divas of Dominance on the offence. Each sister immediately begins to beat up one of the young Welsh rookies, and as Jamie slips out of the ring with Neal Durden, Jessie takes the opportunity to shove Lowri down and begin to put the boot to her in the corner. The referee comes over and tries to put a stop to this, but the Diva of Dominance makes a point of giving the official a piece of her mind as she chokes the young Welsh hopeful with a boot across her throat.
Eventually, the threat of disqualification makes the Aussie relent, and Jessie bends down to pick up the dazed Lowri. She props her up to a kneeling position and begins to apply an abdominal stretch, attempting to wear down the youngster. Lowri, while dazed by the blindsiding attack, is nonetheless aware enough to try and fight out of it and back to her feet. She stumbles on her first attempt, however, allowing Jessie to wrench in the hold further and put the rookie in further hot water.
The second time around, however, Lowri's attempt is successful, and a couple of elbow shots to Jessie make the Aussie release the hold, and Lowri's task of regaining a vertical position simpler. Once she is back on her feet, the youth makes sure to shoot another elbow towards the Diva's face, making sure her opponent is rocked before risking turning around.
It is just as well, too, as when she spins around to face Jessie, the Diva is already launching into a spinning heel kick, which Lowri would otherwise not have been able to avoid. As it is, the rookie manages to dive out of the way, safety-rolling back to her feet as the Diva connects with nothing but thin air. Jessie is quick to recover, however, and immediately barrels towards the youth, connecting with a high knee strike just as Lowri is returning to her feet! She slides in to cover!
ONE!
TW—Kickout!
Jessie does not seem too bothered, and brings Lowri to her feet once again, promptly throwing her back down with a bodyslam. She once again begins to put the boot to the youngster, forcing the referee to come over and admonish her yet again.
This time, Jessie has had enough, and rounds up on the official. The referee, however, withstands the barrage of abuse from the Aussie, calmly telling her to back off or risk being disqualified. Meanwhile. Lowri profits from the chance for a respite, and clambers to the ropes, using them to unsteadily make her way back to her feet.
As all this is going on, on the outside, Jamie, Alison and Kelly Garrett went to work on Neal Durden. The combined efforts of the other three Divas have managed to bring the rookie down, despite Neal putting up a considerable fight, and the trio are now amusing themselves putting the boot to their fallen opponent. Eventually, when they feel the punishment administered was enough, they resume their position at ringside, with Jamie climbing onto the apron and holding her hand out to her sister.
The second Diva's arrival in the corner, however, coincides with the moment Lowri finds a way back to the match, flooring the distracted Jessie with a running bulldog! The referee is just in time to dodge out of the way of the move, and the Diva faceplants onto the mat! Lowri, on the other hand, rolls over to her feet, profiting from the few seconds' respite to make her way to the corner and catch her breath.
The rookie does not have long to recover, however, as Jessie Alexander soon gets to her feet once more and barrels towards her with a running forearm shot! Lowri dodges, and promptly transitions to an inverted DDT, flooring her opponent! She then begins to stumble towards her team's corner, looking for Neal...
...only to find no one there.
The shock of not seeing her partner in his place is enough to freeze the rookie in place for a few moments, which in turn allows Jessie Alexander to recover and engage Lowri once again. She grabs the rookie by her long hair and throws her towards the Divas' corner. Lowri bounces off and Jessie promptly connects with a side suplex, before tagging in her sister to continue where she left off.
Jamie wastes no time doing just that, as she leaps onto the apron and drops an elbow on Lowri. She rolls through to her feet, climbs up the turnbuckle, and executes a moonsault on the downed Welshwoman. She climbs back up again, and goes for a diving headbutt! She then rolls back through, pulls Lowri to the centre of the ring, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! A kickout!
Jamie's expression betrays her state of mind as she brings the resilient rookie back to her feet and begins to lock in a full nelson hold. Lowri fights out of it with an elbow to the temple, and promptly spins around...
...directly into a kick to the gut and a T-Bone suplex! Jamie covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!!! Another kickout!
Jamie once again looks frustrated, but does not let that affect her as she seeks to retain her momentum. She picks Lowri back up, wraps her hands around the rookie's waist, then delivers a series of three German suplexes! She rolls over after the last one, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!!!! NEAL DURDEN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
The crowd explode as the Welshman slides into the ring and saves his partner, while the three members of the Divas not currently in the ring stare in astonishment. As quickly as he came in, Neal makes his way to the corner, while Jamie brings Lowri up and sets her up for a brainbuster. She lifts the rookie up...
….but Lowri somehow slips out the other side, reversing the move into a backslide pin! The referee drops down!
ONE!
TWO!
---Jessie Alexander breaks it up with a kick to Lowri's head!
The move, however, has shifted momentum once again, and Lowri now has an opening with which to try and reach Neal. Realising this, she promptly begins to scurry across the mat. Jamie reacts just as quickly, attempting to lock in a single-leg crab, but gets mule-kicked away by Lowri! The Welshwoman rolls over onto her back and pushes her opponent away with her feet, before kipping up and running at Jamie with a dropsault! Thrown even further off-balance, the Diva goes stumbling to the ropes, and Lowri sees her chance. A running spinning heel kick throws Jamie Alexander to the outside, giving the youngster more than enough time to walk over and tag in her partner.
Realising what is going on, Kelly and Alison spring to action, lunging for the Welshman's trunks, but are just a second too late to prevent the tag. They tug at Neal's trousers regardless, but the rookie manages to maintain his balance, and steps into the ring a moment later. As for the two extra members of the Divas of Dominance, they get crashed into by Lowri Moss, who is quick to connect with a springboard moonsault to the outside, to protect her partner!
With their opponents' leverage definitely gone, Neal is free to engage the returning Jamie, who has just slipped back into the ring...or has she? With Jessie having dropped down from her corner to check on her sister, there is reasonable doubt about which twin is in the ring...
Neal, however, does not seem to care much, and simply runs at the re-entering woman, catching her with a handspring back elbow before she is even firmly to her feet! This sends the Diva reeling into the ropes, and Neal follows it up with a Pele kick, throwing her over the top and to the outside! Once again without a moment's hesitation, Neal vaults over the top with a suicide plancha, crashing onto his opponent and taking them both down! The referee starts a count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Neal rolls over onto his side, as does his opponent!
FIVE!
Neal pushes himself to all fours!
SIX!
Neal stands, with some help from the barrier, and leans in to pull his opponent to her feet and shove her back into the ring. He vaults onto the apron, springboards onto the ropes, then crashes onto her with a diving knee strike! He performs a forward roll, kips up to his feet, and engages in a moment's celebration to the roaring crowd!
He does not let his prowess distract him, however, and is soon back on offence. Seeing the legal Diva just getting to one knee, he runs in and connects with a Shining Wizard, taking her down! A cover ensues!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO!! Shoulder up!
Neal, who knows he still has the upper hand, does not let this discourage him. Instead, he brings his opponent up once again, and goes about setting her up for a suplex...
...but gets his eyes raked by the wily Diva!
The crowd boo as the youngster goes reeling back, and his opponent regains her momentum. She wastes no time making it count, and traps the youngster in a standing guillotine choke. From there, she drops to the mat, completing her trademark guillotine drop! She covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE???
SHOULDER UP BY NEAL...
….AND IT COUNTS!!! Only a two, says the match referee!!!
The entirety of the Divas immediately explode in the official's face, Kelly and Alison climbing onto the apron as the Alexander Sisters protest from inside the ring. The official has his hands full keeping the order, but to his credit, once again stands his ground, resisting the verbal assault by the four women and attempting to make his authority prevail.
The fracas, however, allows for another pair of figures to enter the fray. The crowd's boos grow even louder as Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III – the Best of British – come down the ramp and slip into ringside. The latter promptly goes about picking Neal up, allowing the former to sock him in the face with what is visibly a pair of knuckles! This, in turn, brings Lowri Moss into the ring, and the youngster has enough presence of mind to yell out as she engages Nigel, thus causing the referee's attention to shift away from the Divas...
...and causing the Best of British to be caught red-handed!
Realising what is happening, the Divas make one last, desperate attempt to once again bring the official's focus to them, but to no avail – the referee calls for the bell, and the match ends in a disqualification for the Alexander twins!
WINNERS by disqualification in 09:32: Neal Durden & Lowri Moss
This outcome does not please the Divas, who promptly and angrily step towards the centre of the ring, ready to confront their unrequested allies. Nigel and Rupert, however, are quick to back away from the angry women, mouthing apologies and soothing words all the while. The Divas are not at all convinced, and continue to fume, but the two men are just about able to escape their wrath, and waste no time scurrying up the ramp the minute they find themselves out of the ring. Jessie, Jamie, Alison and Kelly are therefore left to glower at the men who, once again, put a damper in their plans... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 16, 2016 2:18:51 GMT
Interior, New Management office. Insulated from the squabbles and strife threatening to devour UKWF from the inside out, Stella Chalmers-Blythe sits perched on the edge of her desk, a half-full glass of wine in one hand and the matching half-full bottle in the other. She laughs her particularly high-pitched hyena shriek at something sneered by gal-pal/co-chairperson Veronica Valiant, who nurses a more modest tumbler.
Stella: HA! And then I checked the pockets and found a receipt from House of Frasers, can you imagine? The CHEEK to call me a skinflint while she's shopping THERE!
Veronica: Embarassing, no doubt.
Stella: I'm not...boring you, am I dear?
Veronica: Mm? Oh, no-no, it's just...oh, you know what it is. The usual rot.
Stella sticks her tongue out and makes gagging noises, while Veronica simply glares over the edge of her glass mid-sip.
Stella: Oh, who cares if the oiks get a pointless little win here and there? It's not as if any of it is going to help them! But I do wish I'd managed to talk you out of the whole thing, seeing you get hurt gives me palpitations...
Veronica: No need to worry on that front - if last show taught me anything it's to leave physical reprimands to our subordinates.
Stella: Exactly, sweetums, exactly! I really think we're going to need another little -
? ? ?: Enough.
Veronica's eyes widen, and Stella chokes on her wine, as both whirl around to the source of the voice. Detaching herself from the back wall where she'd been lurking - a dark cloak making her no more remarkable than the shadows cast by a nearby lamp - Magdalena Waechter takes very deliberate steps toward her 'owner' and the best friend of same. Her pale face looks like thunder.
Magdalena: I have grown weary of wasting my time struggling to further a cause I have no affection for. And all the while biting my tongue, ignoring what I want while you pair of vultures fatten yourselves on the corpses I bring to your door.
She slowly shakes her head.
Magdalena: No more. I will have what I am owed. You will give me MJ Bell.
Stella: Ah-rum, yes, w-well, ah, of-of course, too right you will, dear. Eventually. Down the line. Of course...
Stella squeaks as Magdalena rounds on her. Veronica stands and holds up a commanding palm while her friend scurries around to the other side of her desk.
Veronica: Don't!
Magdalena stops, her jaw clenched tight. Veronica's shoulders slump as she exhales.
Veronica: There we go. See, nothing to worry about, Stella. She still can't do anything that might cause me harm.
The ghost of a smirk plays across the Canoness' face.
Magdalena: You are not the one in danger here.
Before Veronica can question anything -
Stella: AAAAAIIIIEEE!
- Magdalena has rounded the desk with terrifying speed and forces Stella's head down against its surface with one hand, while the other goes for the owner's fingers!
Veronica goes white in the face, and steps forward to lay hands on her mutinous guard dog -
KRACK!
- and Stella screams again as Magdalena effortlessly breaks her right index finger.
Veronica: Christ - !
Magdalena: Not even close. And this aging wench still has many more bones to lose. Give me my due.
She slowly, agonizingly bends the middle finger out of place -
Veronica: FOUR WEEKS! Okay?! You versus Bell, four weeks from now. Done. It's yours. It will be a bigger show than the one two weeks from now, so you'll have more eyes on you, and everything. It'll make us more mo---I mean, it'll mean more if you do it then...yeah, that's it. It will mean more. All right?!
Magdalena scowls, her eyes darting to the back of Stella's head, contemplating...
...and after a pregnant pause, she relents, letting Stella flop back into her chair, cradling her wounded hand to her chest.
Magdalena: It was a pleasure doing business with you.
Making a point to shoulder-check Veronica, Magdalena storms out of the office without a backward glance. Veronica stares after her with duelling looks of horror and rage, before moving to slip a comforting arm around her friend and hit speed-dial on the desk-mounted speaker phone...
Veronica: EMT to owner's office. Now, you idiots...
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Post by UKWF on Nov 16, 2016 2:21:36 GMT
Before the match, viewers are treated to a recap of the final moments of UKWF Showdown, with the appearance of Valkyrie, her subsequent attempts at running New Management off, and the unveiling of the group's newest ally, Cross Recoba. The footage slows down as Recoba gets in front of, and receives, a chair shot from Valkyrie, the crack of metal against skull echoing as the package fades to black...before cutting to the ring, for the match between the two protagonists of that moment! Cross Recoba v Valkyrie
As the lights fade to black, the vocal introduction to Drowning Pools "One Finger and a Fist" is heard. As the drums and guitar kick in, a firebreathers torch lights up before a fireball blasts from the stage as the lights fade back up, revealing Valkyrie standing tall, staring at the torch as she spits a second gout of flame from her lips, before discarding the torch and making her way to the ring.
At ringside, she sheds her leather trenchcoat and vaults up onto the apron before she presses down on the top rope and steps over the top rope, making her way to her corner before she drops to her knees.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain.
He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose; only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes and waiting for the match to begin.
The referee calls both wrestlers to the middle of the ring. It’s now that we notice the slight height advantage to Valkyrie while we also take note of the overall size advantage to Cross. As they move in closer, it seems as though Valkyrie wants to challenge Recoba to a test of strength as she puts her hands out to lock up. When they clasp hands, Cross doesn’t give it much effort as he just opts to go low and kick Valkyrie in the leg which stumbles her, but she’s quick to strike back as they continue grasping one anothers’ hands. She goes for a headbutt, but he ducks under the attempt being careful to keep his hold on her then flip her over with a modified Northern Lights Suplex.
He attempts to roll through it to mount on top of her, but Valkyrie quickly gets her feet up and props him up over herself. She pushes him up into the air causing him to flip into sitout pin attempt.
1…
Valkyrie pulls Cross out of the pinfall attempt and up into a powerbomb position, displaying that immense power of hers! Cross has other ideas then to get slammed; however, as he catches Valkyrie with a trio of sharp elbow strikes, rocking her off balance allowing him to drop down out of the position to his feet. He goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Valkyrie ducks underneath. When she pops up, Valkyrie catches Cross with a Release German Suplex, sending him rolling across the ring!
Valkyrie smells blood in the water and immediately goes to capitalize as she charges toward Cross who instinctively rolls out of the ring to not allow Valkyrie’s advantage to get out of hand. The crowd boos, but Cross doesn’t seem to care at all what they think as he takes a moment to himself. He tells the referee to back off Valkyrie who does just that as Cross cautiously enters the ring. Valkyrie goes to rush him, but he retreats halfway out and tells the referee to back her off. He does so which opens Valkyrie up to a cheap shot from Recoba who catches her with another kick to the leg, stumbling her again.
Cross spins around Valkyrie and clutches the leg causing her to fall face first on the canvas. He then begins going to work on said leg with various stomps, elbow drops, and knee drops to weaken it. He then turns her over, drops an elbow on the leg before locking in a rather simple leg lock then vining his legs around it for more leverage. Valkyrie is clearly feeling the pain as he holds her in the leg lock, but she fights through the pain and is able to get a handful of Recoba’s blonde hair to hit him with the Roskilde Kiss! It causes him to release the hold, but at the cost of causing a small gash on Valkyrie’s eyebrow which begins streaming some blood down her face.
For a couple seconds, Cross has to shake off the cobwebs. Meanwhile, Valkyrie’s aching leg is preventing her from rising too quickly. Once both competitors get to their feet though, Cross immediately tries to go for that leg again with another kick, but Valkyrie wasn’t going to fall for that a third time as she uses her arm to scoop under his leg and trap it against her chest then hit him with a Capture Suplex!
With a quickness, despite her hurt leg, Valkyrie is back on her feet and goes charging toward the far ropes. Cross makes the mistake of sitting up and pays dearly for it as Valkyrie catches him with a devious running hip attack that lays him out. Goes straight for the pinfall, opting to grind her forearm in Recoba’s face.
1…
2…
Cross kicks out at 2 ½! Undeterred, Valkyrie mounts Recoba and hits him with a couple solid forearms. She spies an opening to lock in a cross armbar and takes it! Unfortunately, Cross sees it coming and quickly rolls her up into a pin attempt!
1…
2…
Valkyrie aggressively kicks out! However, Cross is smart enough to distance himself from her by getting out of the ring. Valkyrie doesn’t allow Cross the time to get the referee to back her off this time though as she climbs out of the ring on a different side and stalks him. After about a 5-count, Cross gets back into the ring, forcing Valkyrie to make the decision to do the same, and that’s when he is able to change the tides of the match by putting the boots to her right as she gets in.
He then dumps her right back to the outside and immediately charges toward the opposite ropes and when he rebounds back he leaps clear over the top rope with a flying dropkick as Valkyrie gets to her feet! A Million Lira! The dropkick catches Valkyrie and sends her crashing to the barricade, almost causing it to topple over! The question is, though, at what cost to Cross though?
At a 6-count, Recoba is back to his feet and pulls Valkyrie to her own then rolls her into the ring. He then climbs onto the apron and slingshots himself in for an elbow drop before hooking the leg for the pinfall attempt!
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Valkyrie kicks out! Recoba looks to be losing his cool a bit as he glares at the referee only momentarily before looking to go back to work on Valkyrie. He sets her up for possibly Garibaldi’s Guillotine, but Valkyrie shoves him away before he can even lift her. Unfortunately, she’s still dazed so she can’t follow up quick enough before he goes low to the leg again, putting her off-balance once more. He grabs her in a front facelock then transitions her into an inverted variation before lifting her, looking for The Skim! Valkyrie is able to flip through it before he can bring her down into the stunner! Cross turns and swings wildly with a backfist at her, but she catches his torso with a leg scissors then transitions into a rolling knee bar, Forfærdelig! The pain is pretty evident on Recoba’s face, but he’s close enough that he is able to scramble for the ropes relatively quickly! As the referee begins the obligatory 5-count, Valkyrie decides fuck it and just transitions into a leg trap German Suplex after ripping Recoba away from the ropes! She bridges for the pinfall attempt!
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NO! Cross barely kicks out in time! Valkyrie seems to be losing her cool here. She calls for the end and grabs Recoba from the ground in a gutwrench and deadlifts him up, looking for Freyja's Justice! But, Cross is able to roll out of it and land on his feet! He immediately kicks Valkyrie in the bad leg AGAIN! He then grabs her in a cravate lock and flips over her, catching her cleanly with the Sicilian Typewriter! He then rolls into the cover!
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And surprisingly Valkyrie kicks out right after the referee’s hand comes down. Unfortunately, the kick out is too late as Cross stumbles to his feet and Valkyrie slaps the mat as the referee checks on her. Meanwhile, Cross Recoba doesn’t seem to be finished as he rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. Valkyrie is favoring her leg, and trying to get to her feet as Cross stalks her with a steel chair in hand. The referee tries to plead with him when “Promised Ones” by blessthefall hits. The crowd is to their feet as Kincaid limps his way out as fast as he can. Having seen Kincaid, Cross decides to abandon going after Valkyrie and opts to roll under the ropes to meet Kincaid at the ramp with a steel chair in hand! Unfortunately for Cross Recoba, that steel chair suddenly becomes a very bad thing to have in his hand as Kincaid comes soaring down the ramp with the Devil Trigger to the chair which catches Cross right in the face, laying him out cold! Fighting through the pain, Kincaid stands tall and looks into the ring at the now standing Valkyrie who is looking on. Both competitors nod in a show of respect to one another. Kincaid steps over Cross’ seemly lifeless corpse, gingerly; of course. He makes his way to the back rather painstakingly as officials get Recoba to his feet and get him to the back.
WINNER in 14:18: Cross Recoba! |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 16, 2016 2:27:20 GMT
With the ring to herself, Valkyrie called for the microphone, taking a moment to bask in the chants as she raised the microphone up to her lips
Valkyrie: When someone tells me I'm not going to do something, well you know it's going to come out. Darling Ronnie herself said that I'm not the best speaker in wrestling. First things first, she forgets that I speak Danish and German better than English, if I'm going to stutter on my words, it's because I'm translating my thoughts.
She paused for breath, the Dane leaning on the ropes overlooking the ramp.
Valkyrie: And the one thing I have come into a lot of thought over, and how best to come out with eloquent words rather than dropping swearwords. But we go back to GPW, the start of Head Office. The time taken from when I joined up with the group, I was Varangian, a mercenary guard hired to beat the crap out of people. And I had fun with it! But Head Office... well I had the world at my feet and things changed up in the picture.
She took another pause, the Dane moved to the center of the ring.
Valkyrie: A few weeks previous, I'd bested Jo McFarlane, I'd lost the belt in dubious circumstances to a Paranoid Schizophrenic who turned out to be a Mistress of Disguise. Two Dwarves standing on each other shoulders, who knew? But then, Head Office came up. Me and Isis took the payoff...
And another pause before she roared at full volume.
Valkyrie: AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE THE BIGGEST FUCKING BALLS UP IN THE HISTORY OF BUSINESS! Worse than Brexit, worse than Trump being elected! I was making money, and it was good, but the whole time, Stella was pushing her girls, her inner circle to the belts she wanted in her possession, not the grunts who did the work for her! Seriously, you think me and Isis would have HAD the belt shots when Larissa and her bitches were in possession of the belts? We were treated as the poor relatives you send the lukewarm wedding invitation in the hopes they don't show up! We were fed an endless supply of crap and bore the brunt of scorn.
Another pause, Valkyrie was gasping for breath at venting, but composed herself quickly.
Valkyrie: It happened, and before the tag situation was resolved, GPW went under. Poor business decision I suspect, Head Office went their own ways, and although I was getting paid well, saved my money made, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I went here, I went there, Japan, France, Germany, the US. I was flying free like Lukas and Mjoll, sinking my teeth into people and constricting like Astrid. I took titles, I was on top of the world.
Valkyrie: The difference was that when I held gold, there was no Stella judging everything I did, no Veronica telling me I was stupid and unable to connect and talk on the microphone. No scorn, no judgements apart from myself. I was responsible for what happened to myself, and I did pretty damn good without that extra weight! And now that the Gruesome Twosome have finally shown up to repeat the process here, they've replicated like a virus and taken on a new army of scum who have fallen for the words that they spin. They ruined one company, and having seen the light, I'll be damned if I'm letting it happen again!
Another pause before the Dane continued onward
Valkyrie: The fact I've been there, done everything that's happening, it's given me valuable insight into New Management. Think of the Christoph Waltz character from Inglorious Basterds, he claimed to be able to think like those he hunted. I know how New Management think and I will fight fire by pouring a little bit of Unleaded onto the flames before swinging the bat around. As Kierkergaard would say you live life going forward, understand it by looking back. And now that the UKWF's Viking Raider priestess is back and ready for battle, you can bet your sweet ass that there will be a lot more chaos!
Without another word, Valkyrie threw the microphone out as one of the hands at ringside scrambled to catch it, before the Dane vaulted out of the ring. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 17, 2016 2:10:34 GMT
Gaia Galanos v Moonlight Master
As soon as the bell rings, the two women are at each other's throats. Moonlight strikes first, landing a big clothesline on Gaia and following it up with a single, hard stomp to the head. She waits for the Greek to get halfway to her feet, then pulls her up the rest of the way and connects with an effortless, one-handed front suplex. The Greek goes flying over and Moonlight rolls back through to her feet, stalking her opponent with surprising coolness.
As Gaia gets back to her feet, Moonlight reaches in to grab the Greek by her blonde hair. She pulls Gaia to a vertical position, wraps her hands around her opponent's waist, and connects with a German suplex, throwing Gaia across yet again! She rolls through once again, runs at Gaia, and connects with a brutal boot to the face!
The two Master Sisters can be seen giving their sister encouragement on the outside as Moonlight brings Gaia to her feet yet again. Profiting from how groggy the early moments of the match have made the Spartan, she connects with a series of stiff chops, each met with a jeer from the crowd. After a few of these have landed, she reaches in and whips Gaia across to the opposite corner, following closely behind so that she rams into her opponent, pinning her to the turnbuckle. She then begins to once again administer chops to Gaia's chest, which the dazed Greek is powerless to resist...
...until she somehow manages to block one, gripping Moonlight's fist! Before the Master Sister knows what hit her, Gaia is exploding out of the corner and slipping in behind her, trapping her in an arm wringer! Moonlight fights back with an elbow to Gaia's temple, but the Spartan keeps the hold locked in; it is not until a second shot connects that she is finally forced to let go, reeling a couple of steps backwards as she does.
Seeing her chance, Moonlight spins around, running at Gaia with a clothesline, but the Greek sidesteps. The Master Sister attempts to halt her own momentum and turn around quickly, but is not quite swift enough – by the time she is face-to-face with Gaia once more, the Greek is swinging a clothesline of her own, which takes Moonlight down to the mat!
With her opponent down, Gaia has the opportunity to rest for the first time in this match, and takes a few seconds to do just that, all while casting a menacing eye towards the two additional Master Sisters, to ensure they do not try to interfere. Similarly, she keeps tabs on Moonlight, allowing her to be on hand as her opponent begins to roll through to her feet. Gaia does not give her the chance, instead crouching behind her to apply a half-crab. Moonlight kicks wildly, however, thus managing to prevent it while also throwing her opponent off-balance. She quickly scurries out from underneath Gaia and scrambles to her feet, as the Spartan regains a vertical position herself.
Reacting quickest, Moonlight runs at Gaia with a Big Boot. The Spartan, however, is aware enough to block the strike, catching Moonlight's leg and throwing her for a sprawl. She follows this up with an elbow drop, capitalising on her offensive momentum, before once again getting to her feet. She puts some distance between herself and Moonlight, then – when the bigger woman once again gets to her feet – runs in with a brutal roundhouse kick! Moonlight is sent careening towards the ropes, and Gaia wastes no time running in for the stinger splash! Moonlight staggers out of the corner, and the Greek moves quickly, trapping her head and delivering a reverse suplex! Moonlight goes flying overhead, and the Spartan rolls through to her feet again.
This time, the camera focuses on Night Train, who yells encouragement to her partner and attempts to drown out the Master Sisters as they do the same towards Moonlight. The focus returns to the ring as Gaia steps in and brings Moonlight to her feet, beginning to set her up for her double underhook suplex...
...only for Moonlight to ram her head into the Greek's stomach, sending her stumbling back! Gaia trips over and falls over the ropes, and Moonlight seizes her chance – she runs over and throws her opponent over the ropes and to the outside! Then, displaying surprising nimbleness for a woman her size, she climbs onto the top rope and crashes down onto Gaia with a leg drop to the floor!
Knowing that the outside is fair-game territory, the two remaining Master Sisters quickly come over, but Moonlight, surprisingly, shakes her head at them. It appears the youngest yet largest of the Sisters wants to prove her superiority over her opponent with no outside help, and Aurora and Carnival promptly back off, exchanging confused looks. As for Moonlight, she simply picks up Gaia and shoves her back into the ring, before stepping back in herself.
Once back in the ring, Moonlight once again brings Gaia to her feet, only to throw her back down with a front powerslam. The Greek hits the mat again, and Moonlight connects with another stomp to the head for good measure, before once again leaning in to pick Gaia up from behind. The dazed but still fighting Spartan throws an elbow into her opponent's gut as she is brought to a vertical position, but Moonlight recovers quickly and connects with a knee to the Greek's gut, which doubles Gaia over. Not wasting another second, Moonlight lifts her opponent into a powerbomb position...
...only for Gaia to reverse it into the hurricanrana variant she calls the Falchion! Moonlight suddenly finds herself being thrown overhead, as her opponent buys herself a few precious seconds!
Too groggy to capitalise after her reversal, Gaia is perfectly happy to kneel on all fours in the mat for a long moment, catching her breath. She then, slowly but surely, pulls herself back to her feet, taking a moment to look around at the crowd in attendance. The fans, as expected, react with a huge cheer...which turns into a gasp of alarm a moment later! Predicting what the cause of such a reaction might be, Gaia turns around once again...
...and gets decked with a huge boot from Moonlight Master!
Having once again managed to take her opponent down, the youngest and usually meekest of the Master Sister reacts in uncharacteristic fashion, roaring out defiantly and eliciting boos from the crowd. She then leans in to pick Gaia up yet again, and once again sets her up for a powerbomb. The Greek struggles, trying to prevent Moonlight from lifting her, but is powerless to avoid being thrown down in this instance. The move connects, and Moonlight once again cries out, thumping her chest and yelling 'THAT'S RIGHT! HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!'
At the insistence of her somewhat dumbfounded sisters, however, she is quick to turn her attention back to Gaia, who is gingerly pulling herself up to a seated position. Moonlight reaches in, picks her up, and lands a headbutt to the Greek. Gaia reels, and Moonlight buys herself the time she needs to back up, and ram onto her opponent with a devastating Spear! Gaia falls flat on her back like a sack of bricks, and Moonlight advances to the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! The referee points to Gaia's foot on the ropes!
Moonlight's eyes bulge with fury as she returns to her feet, but she manages to keep her self control and continue focusing on the match. She once again brings Gaia to her feet, and connects with some more chops, which the fans once again react to with a shower of boos. Then, her expression setting into one of angry determination, she reaches in to pull Gaia close and drape her over her shoulders in a fireman's carry position. She rears up to deliver the Master Crush...
...but Gaia manages to slip out of it! Before Moonlight so much as knows what is happening, the Greek has trapped her arm, slipped underneath her shoulder, and decked her with her trademark Charybdis lariat! Moonlight goes down, and it is Gaia's turn to advance for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO!!! Moonlight kicks out!!
Less emotional than her opponent, Gaia retains her composure as she starts over, rolling off the top of Moonlight and leaning in to pull her to a semi-upright position. Profiting from the fact that her opponent is still half doubled over, she then quickly applies a double-underhook to Moonlight, before throwing her over with a suplex! The bigger woman crashes hard onto the mat, and Gaia rolls over to her feet once more, stepping in towards her.
With Moonlight just now coming to a seated position, Gaia has no trouble grabbing her by her long hair and pulling her back to her feet. She spins Moonlight around to face her, traps her in a hammerlock, and connects with a hammerlock Northern Lights suplex!. She bridges beautifully, and the referee slides in for a count!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Shoulder up by Moonlight!
Still Gaia does not lose her composure, as she once again rolls through to her feet. Moonlight is not so quick on the uptake, and Gaia is therefore able to slide in and trap her in a crippler crossface! The crowd roars as the Master Sister finds herself in the throes of a submission, and with nowhere to go!
Desperate for a way out, Moonlight throws a wild forearm to the side of Gaia's head, attempting to throw her off. The shot does connect, but is not enough to rattle the Greek, who endures through both it and the following, equally wild one. She continues to keep the hold locked in for a few moments longer before transitioning to her much deadlier Galanos Clutch. The second or two she takes to do so are enough for Moonlight to attempt to scramble to the ropes, but Gaia quickly puts an end to that intent, pulling her opponent back and locking in the hold she is famous for.
The crowd roars as the submission attempt is successful, but Moonlight is still fighting, and is using the damage she inflicted on Gaia early in the match in her favour. While in control at the moment, her opponent is somewhat weakened, and Moonlight therefore attempts to use her natural strength to climb to a vertical position.
Gaia has the hold locked in, however, and this task is easier said than done; even weakened, the Greek is still a strong and skilled enough technician to make the move work. As such, and despite her best efforts, Moonlight is at the mercy of her opponent, with Gaia having managed to put herself in full control of the match. Still, to her credit, Moonlight neither taps nor verbally surrenders, instead resisting the pain as she tries to fight her way out of the hold. Eventually, her tries pay off, as she is just about able to get to her feet and shake Gaia off!
The Greek looks stunned as she is pushed away, but is quickly back on offence. She steps in and profits from Moonlight still being somewhat dazed to catch her with an exploder suplex! The Master Sister falls to the mat, and Gaia covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! Last minute escape for Moonlight again!
Knowing she still has control, Gaia is in absolutely no hurry, and even goes so far as to allow Moonlight to get to her feet. The crowd give an uncertain reaction, fearful that the Greek has just jeopardised her position of control, but after a minute, Gaia's plan becomes clear. Once again stepping in, she grabs Moonlight and quickly puts her in a devil lock. The Master Sister struggles, but is unable to prevent her opponent from tripping her up. Knowing what awaits her, Moonlight struggles to break free, but to no avail – Gaia wraps herself around her opponent in a body scissors and pulls back on her arm and shoulder. The Sheba Devil Vise is locked in!
Seeing their sister is in dire straits, Aurora and Carnival seek to once again interfere with the match, promptly stepping into the ring to try and break the hold themselves, even at the cost of a win. The referee, who is checking on Moonlight, fails to see the two entering the ring, and it seems as though their plan will come to fruition yet again...
...until something small, vaguely greenish in colour and moving at a high speed crashes into the two sisters, sending them stumbling to the mat! The crowd roars as Night Train Ayano gets incredible distance on her crossbody, and prevents history from repeating itself, while also ensuring her partner retains the upper hand. The two promptly scramble back to their feet and lunge towards Moonlight...
...but just too late. With her last lifeline gone, the pain on her shoulder too much to bear, Moonlight is left with no other option than to verbally surrender. By the time Aurora and Carnival are able to interfere, the referee has already called for the bell, giving Gaia Galanos an unequivocal victory!
WINNER by verbal submission in 19:03: Gaia Galanos
The Greek does not have long at all to celebrate, however; before she has so much as finished rolling through to her feet, she is getting hit with a Masterplan FROM OUT OF NOWHERE, quickly followed up by a springboard Perfect Chaos moonsault!
Carnival rolls off the top of her downed opponent and indulges in a brief celebration, but Aurora snaps her out of it, barking for her to help her. Carnival steps towards her sister, who has Night Train trapped in a full nelson hold, and nods towards her briefly. This is the sign for Aurora to release Night Train, allowing Carnival to connect with another Masterplan cutter!
As her sister takes down the second member of Hunt by Night, Aurora steps through the ropes and off the apron, somehow surviving the barrage of plastic cups being thrown at her as she fishes under the ring to retrieve a metal stepladder! She slides it into the ring and signals for her sisters to pick it up and throw it over the inert bodies of Gaia and Night Train. As they do so, to a gasping reaction from the crowd, she demands a microphone from a nearby stage hand, presumably looking to add insult to injury with a few words towards her opponents... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 17, 2016 2:27:36 GMT
Once she has a microphone in hand, Aurora steps into the ring to stand next to her sisters, looking down at the inert Night Train and Gaia trapped under the ladder. Aurora puts a heel-booted foot over the ladder, pushing it down onto Gaia's head, and quite visibly spits on her opponent. This draws the wrath of the crowd, forcing Aurora to practically yell as she brings the microphone to her lips:
Aurora Master: How does it feel to be down there, Gaia? How does it feel to be beneath us?
Carnival Master: Yeah, Gaia...looks like we knocked you down a few rungs!
Surprisingly, Aurora allows this quip from her sister to slide without reproach, instead simply going on with her scathing address:
Aurora: You know, Gaia...you always go on and on about how you have the perfect mix of technique and strength and experience and training and all that bollocks...and whenever I don't tune you out, I always think...even with all that, there's one thing we have that you don't.
Carnival: And we don't mean the fact that Management actually likes us, either...
Once again, this remark is met with a surprising lack of reaction from Aurora, who simply continues:
Aurora: Yes, for all your perfect wrestling prowess, there's one thing you're missing. See, you're a product of a wrestling school. You're all anal about the form and the technique and the right way to do things. Us? We grew up wrestling in our backyard, throwing things at one another and jumping off picnic tables. We don't give a monkey's about how pretty our moves look. We care about hitting hard and hurting people. Like we just did to you.
Moonlight and Carnival nod, exchanging a brief slap of hands behind their sister's back, as Aurora continues:
Aurora: And that's why we figured we'd put a little spin on this whole rivalry thing. We figured...why do you have to call the shots? We're the ones with management backing...
Carnival nods again.
Aurora: So we thought...why don't we take this into our own hands?! And as you can see...we did.
The camera zooms in on Aurora's dangerous smirk.
Aurora: Gaia...all this time, we've been walking into your turf, to fight on your terms. The next time we face you...you're going to walk into ours. The next time we face you, you're going to fight us on our terms.
Aurora pauses for effect a moment, then adds:
Aurora:Gaia...Night Train...we're making a challenge, right here and now. You two against my two sisters for the UKWF Tag Team Championships...in our kind of match.
Aurora looks around at the booing crowd at the Harrow Leisure Centre, her grin widening as she concludes:
Aurora: Hunt by Night against the Master Sisters...Tables. Ladders. And Chairs..
It is with an audible gasp from the crowd, and a close-up on Aurora's smirking face, that the feed concludes.
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