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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:50:01 GMT
At the usual time, on the usual website, the usual stream of top-notch British wrestling is introduced by the usual theme song and accompanying montage of wrestlers performing moves over a background of waving Union Jack's. The whole culminates, as it always does, on a title card, revealing the name of that evening's event:
UKWF NO TURNING BACK
From there, the feed cuts to the inside of the chosen venue for the evening, the refurbished and unique-looking Camden Grand. The space is packed, as nearly a thousand fans have turned up to see what promises to be one of the biggest shows in the company's short but eventful history. As usual, many of them have brought signs that they hold up as the camera zooms by, allowing it to catch their sayings:
MJ WILL RING ARCANE'S BELL WATSON'S NO ACE NEEDS MORE MAGDALENA
Once this equally customary pan is done, the feed stops its quick trajectory in front of the announce table, where the usual duo are at hand to greet viewers:
Barry Jones: Evenin' folks, an' welcome ter UKWF! I'm yer 'ost, Baz Jones, 'ere with the lurvely Kay Buckingham...how's you, luv?
Kerry Buckingham: Not too bad. Quite looking forward to our last match of this evening. That Whistle girl has had it coming for a while now...
Baz: ...Bell.
Kerry: ...Pardon?
Baz: 'Er name's not Whistle. It's Bell, innit?
Kerry scoffs:
Kerry: Bell, Whistle...to-may-to, to-mah-to. I'll tell you what, though, darling – I'm going to enjoy seeing those two gorgeous stunners put the Elephant Woman and that bearded fellow in their places. That will teach them to oppose Stella!
Baz: Wo' if they win, like?
Kerry once again chuckles derisively:
Kerry: They won't. Neither will those two louts facing off against Rupert and Nigel. Or that girl facing Bianca. It will be Management all the way down.
Baz: ...if ya say so.
Kerry: I do say so.
Baz: Right.
The cockney turns towards the camera at this point:
Baz: Bu' ladies an' gents, before any o' that, we're gunna 'ave ourselves a contract signin', like! Two of 'em t'night, even! But this first one is f'r them tag titles, an' as ya can see we're all set f'r it!
As Baz says this, the camera pans over to the ring, where a table has been set up, before returning to the table.
Baz: Excited f'r that, Kay?
Kerry: Not at all, darling. I don't see why it's necessary. We all know the Masters will win. Why all this hoopla?
Baz looks set to reply, but before he can do so, some familiar figures emerge from behind the curtain, drawing the cheers of the crowd and cutting the announcer short. The first of the evening's two signings is about to begin! |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:50:26 GMT
The scene cuts back to the ring. We see the ring already filled with the two tag teams as they get ready to sign the contract. Moonlight and Carnival are sitting on the right, while Hunt By Night sit on the left. Moonlight and Gaia are simply watching their respective opponents, while Carnival and Night Train seem to have brought a game of checkers and are sharing a battle of wits, but closer inspection may reveal that neither are following the rules. The game is interrupted when Aurora, sitting in the middle of the two teams, puts her feet on top the game.
Aurora: Hello ladies and people who aren’t my sisters. My name is Aurora Master and I’m your authority figure in this Contract Signing between, don’t look at me like that Gaia, this is my role, between The Master Sisters and the current champions, Hunt By Night. See? I didn’t insult you yet. Now, for those who missed the AMAZING ending of the last show, this match is going to be a Tables, Ladders AND…
Carnival: CHAIRS!
Aurora: Yes, I didn’t need your help, I got this… Chairs. A TLC match. Now, before you sign, Gaia, Night Train, let me assure you that you can turn back now, no one is going to judge you… but us, you cowards. But you could save yourselves a lot of pain and agony by just handing your titles over right now. This environment is out of your field. My sisters have, literally, grown in this kind of match, that’s where we learned how to wrestle, jumping out of roofs into tables and smashing windows on each other’s faces, not in a wrestling school learning stupid holds.
Night Train: Ooooh, you like Lee Majors...The Fall Guy...unknown stuntman! Me not scared though… Me like the Six Billion Dollar Night Train and Gaia here is the Bionic Amazon. Uh...this about over? Me want to go watch classic TV shows now, okay.
Aurora: Amazing, 42 words in and I already want to punch your face. BUT I’m not gonna do that… again. If you want to go, just sign the contract or hand over the titles and go enjoy your shows while you still can.
As Aurora admonishes Night Train, Moonlight and Gaia just seem to sit there and glare at one another. After a long moment, Galanos shoves the clipboard with the contract over to Moonlight, implying the challengers should sign first without a single word. Moonlight moves her eyes to the contract for a second and then grabs the microphone.
Moonlight: You’ve defeated me twice by making me give up…
Moonlight signs the contract and smirks, and for all but a split second the similarities with her older sister were eerily apparent.
Moonlight: Let’s see if you can defeat me without your highly touted submissions.
Moonlight then passes the contract to her sister who signs it and then goes to give it to Night Train only to be intercepted by Aurora.
Aurora: Your real name.
Carnival: UGH!!! FINE MOM!
Carnival scratches the name and writes it again before giving the contract to her opponents. Night Train grabs it and scrawls her name, sticking her tongue out as she holds the pen like a toddler might hold a crayon. She holds it up to show she has also drawn a unicorn, before passing it to Gaia.
Carnival: I love her as much as I hate her.
Night Train makes sweet googly eyes.
Carnival: THAT’S IT!
Carnival gets on one knee and Aurora immediately pulls her up.
Aurora: No.
Night Train looks on like a scolded puppy, pouty lipped as she looks at Gaia and shrugs. Then she looks back and winks at Carnival. Shaking her head, Gaia grabs the pen. When it seems as though she is going to sign it, she lowers the pen to send her icy glare to Moonlight before signing her name to the contract. She grabs the microphone before her, grabs the contract, and stands up, presenting the contract to everyone involved in the match, including Aurora.
Gaia Galanos: By signing this, the two of you just gave me consent to tear you limb-from-limb. I don’t care if you think you have the advantage in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match. Do you remember what happened to Love & Hate when they were so sure they had us figured out by making us face them in a Street Fight?
The Lioness drops the microphone on the table with a loud thud then throws the contract with a quick flick of her wrist to Aurora. Aurora is caught a little off-guard, but catches it in her lap nonetheless. Aurora’s face turns red with anger.
Aurora: LISTEN HERE YOU LI-
Aurora suddenly shuts up when Moonlight throws the table with ease towards her opponents and the two sisters jump at them. Gaia and Moonlight start punching each other, but Carnival grabs Night Train’s hand and seems to propose to her but Aurora slaps her in the head and calls very loudly to attack Night Train. Carnival apologizes and punches her in the face, which leads to another fight in the ring.
As the two brawls ensue Moonlight gets a couple of good shots in on Gaia which staggers her, but when Moonlight charges toward Galanos, Gaia sidesteps and sends her flying over the top rope. Meanwhile, Night Train sends Carnival to the outside by hammerlocking her arm behind her and dragging her over to the ropes. Night Train spanks her on the butt and flips her out of the ring. She drops to her knees and leans across the bottom rope, says sorry and waves goodbye.
That’s when Hunt By Night turns around and realizes Aurora Master is stuck in the ring with them. Aurora looks around and grabs the microphone.
Aurora: NOW! NOW! Before you do anything I just want you to remember that the other d-
Aurora suddenly throws the microphone at Night Train’s face and runs away, but she’s immediately halted by a Gaia clothesline. Night Train flips the table back up and hops up on it, doing an impromptu sexy dance before hopping down. She looks at Gaia, points at Aurora and then the table, nodding. Gaia nods and picks up Aurora, shoving her head between her legs and then grabs her waist for a powerbomb. Meanwhile Night Train is dancing back and forth like a loon. Gaia flips her up on her shoulders, but Night Train pats her on the shoulder, shaking her head. Night Train points to herself and tells her to bring her down and hold her arms. Gaia lowers Aurora and holds her arms from behind, and Night Train bounces off the far ropes, comes back and….stops short and honks Aurora’s nose. Gaia lays her on the table as Hunt By Night leave the ring.The two sisters immediately go check on Aurora, who starts waking up and then glare at the smiling Night Train and the still cold Gaia as the scene fades to black, like a Metallica song. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:50:44 GMT
Ace Watson & Cross Recoba v Kincaid & Valkyrie
The match begins with Kincaid and Ace Watson as the legal men. Kincaid cannot hide his disappointment at the fact that he is not starting against Recoba, but does not have long to dwell on that, as Watson seeks to make his mark from the moment the bell rings. He rushes at Kincaid with a clothesline, and it is all the journeyman can do to reverse it into an arm drag. Watson goes sprawling over, and Kincaid quickly rolls through to his feet and seeks to continue his offensive momentum. He waits for his opponent to come to a semi-vertical position, runs in, and hits Watson with a bulldog, causing him to face-plant onto the canvas. He quickly rolls through to his feet once again, waits for Watson to come to his own once more, and connects with a suplex, throwing his opponent back towards the centre of the ring.
Finding himself on the back foot in the early goings, Watson scrambles to his feet quickly and seeks to make a tag to Recoba. Kincaid, however, has other ideas, and quickly puts an end to that endeavour with another bulldog! Ace Watson faceplants once more, and Kincaid finally takes a moment to soak in the cheers of the crowd.
It does not take more than another second, however, before the former VoW athlete is reaching in to bring his opponent back to his feet. He sizes up Ace for a moment, then begins to pull him in for a scoop powerslam--
---but this is where Ace finally sees his chance. A knee to the genitals – unseen by the referee, whose view is blocked by Kincaid – brings his opponent to his knees, and Ace quickly capitalises with an enzuigiri! Kincaid falls backwards, and Watson is finally presented with the chance to catch his breath, which he promptly and gratefully takes.
Even still, though presented with the chance to tag in Recoba, Ace chooses not to do so just yet. Visibly keen to prove himself and make an instant impression on management as well as his fellow wrestlers, he instead cuts his breather short and steps in towards Kincaid again, seeking to capitalise on his grogginess. Seeing the journeyman beginning to push himself to one knee once again, Ace sees his chance, and takes off running in Kincaid's direction. A moment later, and before the Canadian even knows what hit him, he connects with his trademark bicycle kick, the ZG kick, taking Kincaid right back down again! The arrogant expression on his features perfectly encapsulates Watson's mindset as he drops down for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---No! Kickout by Kincaid!
As his opponent kicks out, Watson's expression goes from arrogance to annoyance, but the former VoW Zero Gravity Champion knows better than to lose focus. Instead, he rolls over onto his feet once more, before leaning in to grab Kincaid by his long hair. The Canadian attempts to mount a comeback, with punches to the stomach, but Ace does not give him the chance; instead, he throws Kincaid to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a snap powerslam! Kincaid hits the mat again, and an arrogant smirk once again appears on Ace's features, as he spreads his arms wide and takes in the boos of the crowd. He seems to enjoy the reaction, negative though it is, but manages not to get carried away by it, and is at hand to continue to work on Kincaid the moment the Canadian returns to his feet.
This time, he elects to allow his opponent to push himself upright before stepping in and attempting to lock in a full nelson hold. Kincaid, however, is sufficiently aware to throw an elbow into his opponent's face, throwing him off and buying himself a few seconds with which to turn and face Ace. He spins around already swinging a clothesline...but his opponent's faster, connecting with a series of quick elbow strikes to the face which send Kincaid staggering.
Seeing he has managed to retain the upper hand, Watson is quick to capitalise, running in and landing a picture perfect dropkick. Kincaid, who had been reeling to begin with, is thrown even further off balance, and smashes against the corner turnbuckle. Seeing this, Watson runs in with a flying clothesline, further pinning his opponent to the corner, before following it up with a series of quick punches to Kincaid's face and midsection. Having managed to daze his opponent even further, he then connects with a series of kicks to the sides of Kincaid's legs, concluding the sequence with a stiff kick to the gut. Kincaid doubles over, and Ace takes a few steps back, before running in with another ZG kick...
...which misses!! Kincaid flings himself out of the way, and Ace hits only the turnbuckle padding!
Realising things have suddenly stopped going his way, the former VoW Zero-G Champion spins around as quick as he can, looking for his opponent...
...only to get decked by a clothesline from Kincaid! The Canadian yells out to the crowd as he turns back towards his opponent and connects with a second clothesline, which sends Ace tumbling towards the corner. Fuelled by adrenaline, Kincaid fights through the pain inflicted by Watson's long spell of momentum and runs in to pin his opponent against the corner with a big splash! Ace reels once more, and Kincaid sees his chance. He takes a few steps back, runs in, and connects with a HUGE corner dropkick, which sends Ace Watson sliding down the 'buckle into a seated position – and the crowd into a frenzy!
Seeing his opening, Kincaid chooses to forgo continuing his spell of momentum in favour of conserving his energy for later in the match. Checking to make sure his rival, Recoba, will not attempt to interfere, the Canadian limps towards his corner and makes the tag to Valkyrie!
The crowd roars as the Great Dane Bitch enters the ring, tossing her hair back in preparation for some hard-hitting action. A moment later, Valkyrie makes a beeline towards the far corner, where Ace Watson is just attempting to recover, and does what she does best – bring her heavier yet shorter opponent to his feet, set him up in a powerbomb position, and connect with the Allfather Drop! The jackknife powerbomb connects with considerable impact, and Valkyrie pulls Ace closer to the centre of the ring before getting on top for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! Pin broken by Recoba!
Valkyrie is visibly displeased at Recoba's interruption, and takes her focus off Watson momentarily to glower at the other New Management representative. Recoba returns the glare, but cautiously paces towards the turnbuckle, being careful to stay just out of reach of the Great Dane as he makes his way back to his corner.
His distraction, however, provides Watson with a lifeline, and when Valkyrie makes to turn her attention back to her downed foe, she instead finds herself being pulled into a rollup! The referee slides in!
ONE!
TWO!
---Valkyrie kicks out angrily!
Knowing better than to wait for the Great Dane to rain her anger down on him, Watson immediately scuttles away, scrambling to his feet as he goes. Valkyrie, however, gives quick chase, and with her long stride, is able to catch up to her opponent without much effort. Watson looks poised to be surprised from behind by the blonde, but some form of instinct makes him turn around just in time to see a big forearm flying his way. He ducks underneath, and reverses it into a suplex, throwing the Great Dane Bitch over and saving himself in the process! The startled Valkyrie topples to the mat, and Watson sees his chance; he quickly makes his way across the ring and tags in Cross Recoba!
The crowd roar as the two legal wrestlers come face to face for a second time in as many shows, but neither Cross nor Valkyrie seem to hear it; instead, the blonde seems keen to avenge the result of that first meeting, while Cross seems intent on history repeating. Either way, the two immediately lunge at one another, the moment Cross steps into the ring!
Valkyrie is first to react, and flies in with a shoulderblock; Cross dodges, and reverses it into a German suplex, much like Watson had done a moment earlier. Valkyrie therefore finds herself flying across the ring once again, as Recoba finally acknowledges the hate of the crowd.
The New Management representative does not let himself get carried away, however, and is soon stalking his opponent once again. He stands behind Valkyrie as she gets to one knee, then connects with another German suplex the minute she is back on her feet. This time, he bridges the move, bringing the referee down for a count!
ONE!
TWO!
---Another ANGRY kickout by Valkyrie!
The two wrestlers immediately return to their feet after the pin attempt, and lunge at one another once again. This time, Valkyrie's shoulder block connects, and Cross is taken down. Seeing her chance, the Great Dane Bitch immediately picks the New Management representative back up and connects with a devastating Saito suplex. She rolls through to her feet and – before Cross even has time to stand – picks him up again, trapping his head again and dropping him with an exploder suplex. She rolls back through to her feet, picks up Cross Recoba again, and holds him in a gutwrench position, clearly showing off. A moment later, she delivers a perfect gutwrench suplex, throwing her opponent to the mat yet again.
She stands up after this latest successful move and punches her chest, yelling out to the crowd in delight. The fans respond in kind, and this spurns Valkyrie to continue showing off her strength. She steps in once again, brings Recoba to his feet, and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. She stalls for several seconds, marching around to show off her strength...
...and is surprised when Recoba manages to slip off and reverse it into a rollup! The referee slides in and counts!
ONE!
TWO!
---ANGRY kickout again from Valkyrie!
This time, as he gets back to his feet, Recoba seeks to put some distance between himself and Valkyrie. He is successful in doing so, and when the Dane turns around, she finds the New Management representative swinging a roundhouse kick at her! The move connects, and Recoba successfully takes the Viking down for the first time in a long moment!
Knowing what his overconfidence did to him moments earlier, Stella Chalmers-Blythe's new recruit immediately seeks to continue momentum. As such, he stays close to Valkyrie, patiently waiting for her to stand up before hitting her with a spinning back kick, which takes her right back down again. This time, he does allow himself a congratulatory chuckle, which is caught by – and elicits a strong reaction from – a section of the crowd.
A moment later, however, he has regained focus, and is once again taunting for Valkyrie to stand up. When she does, he grabs her from behind, and connects with his somersault stunner, The Skim! Valkyrie drops like a brick, and Recoba covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---Kincaid to the rescue!!!
The sudden intrusion of his rival in the match causes Cross to take his attention away from Valkyrie and instead step in to stand toe to toe and nose to nose with Kincaid. Just as it seems the two men are set for an unsanctioned brawl, however, the match official steps in, sending Kincaid back to his corner and telling Cross to resume the match. The New Management recruit therefore has no choice but to turn his attention back to Valkyrie, who is only now recovering from the impactful move from a moment earlier.
Seeing his opponent is still weakened, he steps in and locks in a crossface. He begins attempting to take Valkyrie to the ground and apply a bodyscissors, but is prevented from doing so by an elbow to the nose from the Dane. He staggers back, dazed, and Valkyrie seizes her chance – she steps in and delivers the Roskilde Kiss, her headbutt to the face! Blood spurts out of Recoba's nose as he is sent staggering back even further, eventually falling against the ropes. Seeking to capitalise, Valkyrie immediately rushes in to throw him over the top rope and to the outside. She then steps over to tag in Kincaid, who does not hesitate – he runs the length of the apron, vaults onto the turnbuckle, and dives onto Cross From On High! The crowd lose their minds as the frogsplash to the floor connects, and both men go down in a heap!
Unfortunately, the move takes as much toll on Kincaid as it does on Cross, and the two men stay down for a long moment afterwards. The referee starts his count.
ONE!
TWO!
Both men roll over!
THREE!
FOUR!
Both get onto all fours!
FIVE!
Kincaid begins to hoist himself up with the help of the barricade.
SIX!
Cross crawls towards the apron and hangs on!
SEVEN!
Cross climbs the apron, while Kincaid lunges forward...
...but his knee gives in, and he drops onto all fours with a grimace of despair!
EIGHT!
Cross lies across the apron, as Kincaid makes another stab at reaching the apron!
NINE!
KINCAID MAKES IT TO THE APRON, just as Cross rolls under the bottom rope. The Canadian scrambles to slide under the top rope...
TEN!
….AND DOES!!!!! The crowd cheer in sheer relief as Kincaid just about beats the count!
The two men are in no hurry to restart once they have beaten the count, and take a long moment to lie on the mat and recover their bearings. Eventually, however, they both begin to stir, with Kincaid coming to a moment earlier than Cross, and immediately seeking to close the gap the New Management recruit has put between them. Cross spots this, however, and quickly scrambles to all fours, crawling the rest of the way to the corner. Kincaid makes a grab for his rival, and snatches hold of his leg...
...but Cross manages the tag to Ace Watson!
Everything moves too quickly for Kincaid to process, as his opponent once again comes in and immediately brings him to his feet, only to connect with a brutal European uppercut! Kincaid staggers back, dazed, and Watson follows through with a leaping clothesline, taking him down!
This time, however, Watson forgoes the gloating in favour of retaining his offensive momentum. He therefore picks Kincaid up once more, this time applying a full nelson hold before dropping back into a backstabber! The Replay connects, and Ace covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH----BROKEN UP BY VALKYRIE!!!
Watson lets out a groan of frustration as his pin is broken up at the last second by Valkyrie! Still, the count is only a two, and Ace is therefore forced to start over once more.
This time, it seems as though the former VoW recruit wants to end the match – at least judging by the way he begins to set up Kincaid for his trademark manouevre, the Fightbreaker! Kincaid, however, still has some fight left in him, and headbutts Watson in the stomach, causing him to break his hold and sending him tumbling backwards! The Canadian promptly seizes the opportunity, bouncing off the nearby ropes to connect with his flying elbow strike, the Devil Trigger! Watson drops down, out cold, and Kincaid covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---WATSON PUTS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Kincaid's dismay is evident as he rolls off the top of his opponent, but the Canadian forces himself to stay focused and consider his next move. He pulls himself up, with the help of the ropes, and stalls for a minute, looking between Ace and the corner. A second later, he makes up his mind, and uses his last few reserves of strength to pick Ace up and sling him over his shoulders into a fireman's carry. His stance as he does so is dangerously unsteady, his grip threatening to loosen at any moment, but the Canadian still manages to cling on long enough to connect with his patented fireman's carry driver, the Red River Crossing! Ace goes down, and an exhausted Kincaid crawls on top for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Cross Recoba rushes in, but gets shoulder-blocked to the floor by Valkyrie, giving Kincaid the chance to get a...
THREE!
And a win for his team, in a gruelling match!
WINNERS in 14:33: Kincaid & Valkyrie
Almost as soon as the bell rings, however, Recoba is back on his feet, and pushing past Valkyrie to engage Kincaid. Though weakened, the Canadian does not back down from the fight, and the two trade vicious, visceral blows for a long moment before ring officials are called in to pull them apart. The two rivals are seen spitting insults in each other's face as they are forcibly separated by the match officials, and as the cameras cut away to commercial, there is a sense that matters between them have just reached breaking point... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:54:50 GMT
The Jew Blazer v Edaeya
Before the bell rings, Edaeya is seen attempting to seduce the Jew Blazer, striking sensuous poses and showing off her body. While this does have an effect on certain members of the audience, however, the Maccabee Marvel is not quite as impressed, and simply exchanges quizzical looks with nearby sections of the crowd, as if checking to make sure the demoness actually believes that will work on him.
After this has gone on for a long few moments, the Blazer finally appears to be convinced that Edaeya is not about to give up on her seduction attempts unless she is made to – and this ends up spurning him into going on offence. Before the demoness knows what is happening, she is being sent reeling back with a series of quick-fire punches to the face from the Kosher Knight! He takes advantage of Edaeya having been thrown off-balance and pulls her into a series of three arm drags, displaying his agility and athleticism, to the delight of the crowd. He kips up, waits for his opponent to pull herself to her feet, and runs in with a hurricanrana! The move hits, and Edaeya is sent stumbling the other way, barely managing to put her hands in front of her to avoid colliding with the turnbuckle.
Having succeeded in his flurry of offence, the Jew allows himself a moment to celebrate with the crowd, shouting out in triumph, fists clenched by his side in celebration. He knows better than to leave Edaeya unattended for too long, however, and is soon turning his attention back to the demoness, who is just now stumbling out of the corner. He runs in once again, leaps in for a big crossbody...
...and crashes into the mat, as Edaeya just about manages to dodge!
The crowd groans in sympathy as the Jewchador faceplants, and his opponent steps in to loom over him, a wicked grin on her features. Edaeya remains perfectly still as the Jew Blazer pulls himself to his feet, still facing away from her and unaware of the fact that she is directly behind him. He makes that discovery in the hardest possible way a moment later, as the demoness reaches in, spins him around, and plants him with a snap DDT! The Jewish Justice-Bringer goes down once more, and Edaeya plants a foot across the back of his throat, applying pressure in an attempt to cut off her opponent's circulation.
This, evidently, brings the match referee over to admonish the demoness, who does not seem too fazed; instead, she begins trying to seduce the referee as well, cooing and pouting in an attempt to get away with her intent. At first, it seems as though this attempt will work, but after a moment, the official is seen shaking his head to regain his composure, and resumes telling Edaeya to release the choke. This, in turn, causes the demoness's features to contort, but just as it seems the referee is due for a fate worse than death, Edaeya manages to pull herself together and instead turns her attention towards her downed opponent.
With the Jew Blazer still gasping for air and struggling to get to his feet, it is easy for Edaeya to lean in, grab the Maccabee Marvel by his long, curly hair, and bring him to his feet. The Blazer is still too dazed to react as his opponent spins him around and pushes his head down, connecting with a facebreaker knee smash! The Blazer returns to a vertical position, but is even more dazed than before, and Edaeya has no problem pulling him in and connecting with a Northern Lights suplex. She bridges it, and the referee drops in to count!
ONE!
TWO!
---The Blazer kicks out!
Once again, Edaeya does not seem too bothered by the fact that her opponent managed to stay in the match. She appears to be enjoying herself, much like a cat stalking a mouse before applying the killing blow, and therefore is perfectly happy to simply roll through to her feet and once again lean in to pick up the Blazer. This time around, she chooses to fling him against the corner, following closely behind to hit him with a running turnbuckle dropkick to the back, which sends him slamming against the corner! The Blazer stumbles back, and Edaeya spins him around, sending him reeling into the turnbuckle once again with a punch to the face. Then, before the Kosher Knight even knows what is occurring, she goes into a handstand, and drapes a leg across his throat, choking him.
Once again, this forces the referee to intervene, and he instructs Edaeya to release the choke. Even from her handstand position, the demoness can be seen smirking at this, and it is only when the referee begins the standard disqualification five-count that she relents, returning to a vertical base as the Blazer goes the opposite way, sliding down the turnbuckle to a seated position. Edaeya takes this chance to blatantly defy the referee, looking him directly in the eyes with a crimson smirk as she drapes a foot across the Maccabee Marvel's throat. The referee, however, does not falter, and simply begins another five-count – which Edaeya once again interrupts at the very last moment.
With her opponent well and truly under control, Edaeya is once again not too bothered by the referee's intervention. Instead, after releasing the second choke, she once again leans in to bring the Jew Blazer back to his feet. This time, however, rather than hit a move, she chooses to throw her opponent against the opposite corner, once again giving quick chase. She leaps into another corner dropkick...
...and connects with only padding, as the Blazer rolls out of the way!
The crowd roars as the Kosher Knight dodges the move and puts some distance between himself and Edaeya, leaning against the ropes as he tries to regain his bearing. Edaeya, however, is quick to recover from the setback, rolling back to her feet and running at the Blazer...
...only to get hit with the Jewish Mallet, the Blazer's version of the Polish Hammer! The move connects, and the Jewish hero buys himself a few more precious seconds with which to catch his breath!
While these squander away a perfectly good pinning opportunity, they are nonetheless essential in ensuring the Kosher Knight is in a fit state to continue. The Blazer certainly seems thankful for them as he leans against the ropes, still heaving, and glimpses towards Edaeya to make sure she is still down. Once the demoness begins to stir, and eventually pulls herself to all fours, the Maccabee Marvel immediately springs to attention, pushing himself off the ropes and preparing for a fight.
Still, the Blazer is cautious, and chooses to let Edaeya come to him rather than the other way around. Fortunately for him, the demoness does exactly that, rushing at him the minute she is on her feet. Expecting this, the Blazer sidesteps, and catches her with a hip toss, sending her crashing to the mat again! Then, almost seamlessly, he follows this up with a standing moonsault, further wearing down Edaeya's midsection, as well as creating a pinning opportunity for himself. This time, he does take the chance, and the referee slides in to count!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Edaeya kicks out!
As soon as his opponent kicks out, the Blazer is quick to roll through to his feet, so that he may be prepared to strike again the moment Edaeya recovers. As such, when the demoness pulls herself to her feet a moment later, her opponent is right there, waiting to take her back down with a running bulldog!
The crowd once again gives this a huge cheer, and the Blazer once again takes a moment to fist-pump wildly in their direction, keen to share his triumph with them! The crowd once again responds in kind, then cheers even louder as the hero takes off running towards the recovering Edaeya, leaps over her bent-over form, and connects with a sunset flip powerbomb! The move connects, and the Blazer holds on for the pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO! Edaeya somehow kicks out at the last second!!!
The crowd once again give the Blazer a groan of sympathy, which the Maccabee Marvel acknowledges with a brief nod as he returns to his feet. He holds an arm up towards the crowd, as a way of thanking them for their support, but then immediately turns his attention towards his opponent – and not a moment too soon, as Edaeya is lunging forward with a punch! The Blazer is just about able to avoid it, dropping down and sliding between the demoness's legs to pop up behind her. As such, when Edaeya turns around again, she finds herself being pulled into a vertical suplex! He lifts his opponent up, stalls for a moment...
...and this ends up costing him, as Edaeya somehow manages to pull herself down and land on her feet behind the Blazer! The Kosher Knight begins to turn around, but before he can so much as rotate his torso, Edaeya launches into her tilt-a-whirl stunner, planting her opponent face-first! The Ruinous Mission connects, and the demoness covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Edaeya grabs an opportunistic win against instant fan-favourite the Jew Blazer!
WINNER in 10:36: Edaeya |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:55:20 GMT
The scene fades in on the “Queen B” Bianca Davis and one of UKWF’s newest wrestlers, the “Final Ever Zero Gravity Champion” Ace Watson, sat backstage in a fancy locker room. One most likely decorated and upgraded to fit Bianca’s demands. Bianca, soon looks at Ace before snuggling up looking up at him with a smirk.
Bianca Davis: Good luck baby, I am sure you will beat those losers on the other team. Like its so disgusting the lack of respect I get. Like, these rotting tooth peasants should just bow in my presence!
Ace looks down at her with a smile.
Ace Watson: Thanks, B. And yeah, it's horrible how these people treat you. No way to treat someone as stunning as you. But I'm looking to make a big statement with my arrival here. I'm here to stay, and I plan on doing big things here.
B smiles at him , moving her hair out of her face.
Bianca Davis: Ugh yes but I am stuck facing a Drew like I forgot her name even. She is the same as Jenn who was jealous of me all the hate over me on twitter, but if they worked on their own useless lives they might be worth something. But instead their envy grows eac and every day and its going to get bigger and bigger when I make that bitch bow to me.
Watson chuckles, then smiles at her.
Ace Watson: You know I'll be supporting you, and I know you can and will beat her.
Bianca nuzzles him before saying.
Bianca Davis: I know I will, and you know I have your back baby.
Bianca leans in and kisses him softly before, smirking at him. Ace smiles back.
Ace Watson: I do. I have yours too. We’ll show these people who they should be looking up to, who they should be respecting… Us.
Ace’s expression changes to one that looks determined and confident as he nods his head.
Bianca Davis: Duh we are like the A-list, the beautiful people we are just so beyond everyone and everything else. And tonight we are going to show them why.
Bianca smirks, as she gives another peck, the scene fading away to the next one. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:55:54 GMT
Alyssa Drew v Bianca Davis
As the referee calls for the bell to begin the contest, Alyssa Drew gets into a low stance, prepared to wrestling. Bianca Davis, on the other hand, decides to talk some smack. When Drew just ignores the words. Bianca goes to hit Alyssa with a bitch slap, but Alyssa drops underneath and goes around Davis. When Bianca turns around, she’s met with a beautiful dropkick! Alyssa plays to the crowd a little bit, who are clearly in her corner.
She doesn’t celebrate too long before turning her attention back to the rising Queen B who is checking her lip for blood and glaring at her opponent. Alyssa urges her to bring it on. When Bianca tells Drew to bring it on, Drew obliges as she advances toward Bianca only to be caught with a rake to the eyes. The crowd boos, but Bianca doesn’t care as she takes advantage of her dirty tactics by grabbing Alyssa’s hair and yanking her down into a backbreaker!
Bianca then stands up and stands on Alyssa’s throat with one foot, choking her as the audience boos her. Davis just soaks it in as she raises her arms in the air, causing the boos to grow louder. Bianca begins mouthing off to the crowd which gives Drew the opportunity to grab the leg and trip up Bianca causing her to drop face first to the canvas! The crowd cheers as Alyssa stays on her opponent by attempting to lock in an ankle lock! Bianca immediately grabs the ropes causing the break which Drew obliges.
When Bianca gets up, Alyssa tries to go back to work, but Bianca positions herself between the top and bottom ropes to keep Drew from doing anything. Sure enough, the referee stops her and Bianca gets back in as Alyssa backs off. As we begin again, Alyssa goes for the tie-up, but Bianca doesn’t even bother as she goes straight to the gut with a kick, doubling Alyssa over. Bianca tosses Alyssa to the turnbuckle then begins kicking her before choking her against the corner with her foot. Bianca releases the hold before the count of five then whips Alyssa over to the far corner and charges in, looking for the Beautiful Boot in the corner!
No one home! Alyssa moves out of the way just in time causing Bianca to get hung up on the ropes. Alyssa hits another dropkick to Davis’ back causing her to go the rest of the way over the ropes and tumble to the outside. When Bianca pushes herself back to her feet, she turns around into a springboard crossbody from Alyssa, putting her right back down again! Alyssa quickly pulls Bianca back to her feet and rolls her into the ring. She rolls her over and goes for the pinfall victory!
1…
2…
NO! Bianca Davis kicks out at two. Alyssa asks the referee if he’s sure and he is so she goes back to work. Alyssa grabs Davis in a double chickenwing and seems to be looking for her Trademark Finisher her, but… WAIT A MINUTE! Ace Watson is on the apron distracting the referee!
Alyssa Drew releases the double chickenwing before she even bothers to go for the bridge. She then goes over to see what’s happening. Upon seeing the distraction by Ace, Alyssa suddenly recalls that Bianca has had time to recover and finds herself turning right into a kick to the gut then Bianca’s Implant DDT, Crowned! The crowd boos as Davis scrambles over for the cover!
Bianca Davis has Alyssa Drew covered for most certainly long enough to have won this match, but the referee is STILL focused on Ace Watson, trying to get him to get off of the apron. Bianca, frustrated, gets up from the pinfall attempt and begins yelling at the referee for him to do his damn job! Unfortunately, this gives Alyssa enough time to get back to her feet, grab Bianca in the double chickenwing again, force her to the ground, and bridge over! After a few seconds, Davis nods to the referee asking if she gives up and verbally submits.
WINNER by submission in 8:20: Alyssa Drew!
The referee proclaims Alyssa the winner as she returns to her feet. Meanwhile, Bianca has also returned to her feet and is shouting at her boyfriend, claiming that he cost her the match. That’s when she suddenly attacks Alyssa Drew from behind and begins going to town on her. The referee tries to put a stop to it, but to no avail.
The crowd suddenly bursts into cheers as Ursula Areano comes running down the ramp at a million miles an hour. Realizing that they don’t need this fight right now, Ace Watson grabs his girlfriend, Bianca Davis, and immediately gets her out of the ring. Ursula helps Alyssa to her feet as Ace and Bianca back up the ramp. Back in the ring, the faces urge the heels back into the ring.
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:56:18 GMT
Ace and Bianca go behind the curtain, a camera following them as Ace turns to his girlfriend.
Ace Watson: I’m sorry I didn't mean t-
Bianca Davis: Didn’t mean what?! You cost me the win! I was out there dominating that hag and you cost me. Ugh! Like how dare that troll, and Sea Hag get involved its beyond pathetic, and you costing me?!
Bianca says in a loud bitchy tone clearly annoyed at her longtime boyfriend. Watson scrunches his face up, clearly annoyed at himself.
Ace Watson: I'm really sorry, B… I tried to help…
He takes a step towards her, testing the waters. Bianca moves away, flicking her hair.
Bianca Davis: I can’t believe this like what were you thinking? Ugh if your gonna help then help but seriously you cost me that match! I don’t know what to do. This is not right I lost to a fugly whore!
Ace looked at her, a disappointed look in his eye.
Ace Watson: I thought I'd distract the referee while Drew had the upper hand… I thought I was helping you… I don't know what else to say… I really am sorry… I'll… I'll go…
He looks at Bianca for a moment, then turns and walks away. Bianca rolls her eyes in disgust before saying.
Bianca Davis: Fine go, ugh whatever!
The camera pans over to Ace Watson as he walks away down the hall, the scene fading to black. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:57:01 GMT
Chris Ghensi vs. Ursula Areano
'Mr. Body of Pain' still looking a little surprised at the reaction he's getting these days from the UKWF faithful. Surprised but not hurt, though, as he jaws off at the ringside fans and, upon reaching the ring, raises a double-middle-finger at a less-than-flattering sign. Areano is all-business, never letting her gaze drop from Chris as she approaches, even when she's being quickly frisked for weapons by the ref.
The bell rings, and the two begin circling. Ursula steps in - and Ghensi backs off. Way off, all the way to the outside of the ring. The Argentinean Scrapper grits her teeth at his behaviour as he mockingly taps the side of his head like he's solved the Da Vinci code - presumably having factored in Areano's noted predilection for quick finishes. Only a few more seconds pass before Ursula is sliding out of the ring to come get him, and a chase ensues, with Ghensi completing a full lap of the ring before sliding in under the ropes. He's up to his feet as Ursula hops up onto the apron - clothesline knocks her - no, it missed - FIST OF FURY CATCHES GHENSI CLEAN ACROSS THE JAW!
Ghensi falls backward almost in slow-motion, and Ursula wastes no time slipping through the ropes and pinning him!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Forceful kick-out from Ghensi, who slams his fist on the mat in frustration while still clutching his ringing jaw.
While Chris seethes, Ursula - refusing to let her momentum drop - has pulled herself up onto the turnbuckle and waits for the Australian to get up and turn her way...and leaps at him with a Diving Cross Body! BUT Ghensi catches her, laughs, and transitions into a Turning Powerslam - NO, Ursula gets her legs free and uses the turning motion to toss Chris with an Arm Drag! Ursula back on the offensive and WALKS INTO A SPEAR! Pin by Ghensi!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
And an animal roar from Ursula as she refuses to be put down!
Both fighters up - clubbing forearm across the jaw from Ghensi rocks Ursula, but she fires back with a knife-edge chop that lights up his chest. Back and forth, back and forth they go, with discipline breaking down on both sides as they resort to loose fists to the face fired as fast as they can. With nothing but muscle and toughness to make a difference, Chris steadily overpowers Ursula, making her turtle-up as he backs her into a corner. The referee gets involved, pulling Ghensi back after he seemingly ignores the 5-count; Chris holds up his hands in apology as a red-faced Areano drops her arms...and then Ghensi steps back in and
CRUCK
Nails her with a sickening headbutt! Ghensi turns his back and walks away with a swagger as Ursula sinks down to her haunches, one hand clumsily reaching to the thick blue bruise forming above her eye. The ref checks her over, but she refuses to concede the match, and still seems to be coherent. Ghensi shrugs and approaches again -
CRUCK
Another horrible headbutt - but this time it's Ghensi who takes the hit, as Ursula wills herself back to her feet, teeth bared and shoulders heaving!
Ghensi stumbles and takes a knee - but he's quickly back up. Headbutt! Ursula falls back against the ropes, but lets their elasticity propel her back toward Ghensi - Headbutt! Now it's Chris who needs the ropes to stay upright. He pushes off, takes a staggering step, and answers Ursula's warcry with a scream of his own!
CRUCK
DOUBLE HEADBUTT! Ursula and Chris bring their skulls together simultaneously! For a moment they seem frozen in place, heads connected at an angle, furiously staring into each other's eyes, bodies still...
...and then both collapse to the canvas!
The referee checks both arms and gets no response, so he starts the count...
One!
Two!
Three!...still motionless.
Four!
Five!...Ghensi's moving - shaking his head like waking up from an unplanned nap. Ursula remains still.
Six!...Ghensi pulling himself toward the ropes. Ursula still - nope, her eyes flicker open.
Seven!...Ursula rolls over, slowly.
Eight!...Ghensi grabbing the middle rope and successfully pulling himself up to one knee. Ursula tucking her legs in.
Nine!...Ghensi stands unassisted, and turns to see Ursula down - NOPE, she gets to her feet in an abrupt lunge, stumbling forwards and barely stopping herself from tumbling clear out of the ring!
Ghensi takes a step back in response, measuring the 'Iron Woman' as she shakes off the last of her confusion and pushes away from the ropes. She turns around just in time to find Chris running for her, and jumping up to catch her head for the OVERHOOK!
BUT Ursula's got it scouted, raising her hands to catch Ghensi by the waist and turning, then dropping him belly-first across the top rope! Ghensi's left to flop half in the ring and half out as Ursula rebounds from the opposite ropes for momentum and - ARGENTINA TRAIN! Both knees crashing into Ghensi's back, and he limply tilts forward, into a crumpled roll that leaves him on his back. Pin by Ursula!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO! Ghensi with the shoulder up.
Ursula takes a breather, favouring her aching head, before pulling Chris up to - wait, Chris has the arm caught, frantically trying to force her down into a Crippler Crossface! Ursula down on one knee, but refusing to fall any farther! Ghensi can't get it locked in - and now he's biting the arm of Ursula! Making sure the angle is such that the ref can't see it, too! The sudden, sharp pain weakens Areano just enough that Ghensi can pull her down and trap her in the Crossface properly!
Ursula is shrieking wildly, and it's no wonder - Ghensi's got his grip on the face higher than usual, putting pressure on the heavily-bruised forehead! It's also covering her eyes, making it harder to see where the ropes - and respite - are. But Ursula isn't called 'Iron Woman' for nothing; she refuses to give, and even with the considerable weight difference acting against her, she's digging the toes of her boots in and pushing herself across the mat, slowly but steadily. Ghensi's eyes widen in shock, and he jerks his body back, pulling the hold at an even uglier angle! A fresh cry escapes Ursula as her hand raises, wavers...and falls.
...onto the bottom rope.
Chris continues to wrench away until the official's count hits '4!' then releases his grip and rolls back, glaring at the worn-out form of Ursula still limply clutching the rope, back heaving as she takes great gulps of breath. With a slow shake of the head, Chris returns to his feet and drags Ursula up to hers. He keeps a fistful of hair in hand to force her head back as he leers into her face and mouths off some threats we can't hear, and Ursula responds by weakly shoving at his chest. He takes a single step backwards, mockingly, then attacks with - never mind what actually, Areano ducked under it. Ghensi whirls around - and a Roundhouse kick catches him on the head! He falls - tumbling through the ropes, onto the apron, and down to the floor! Ursula flops to the mat herself, still hurting, while the ref begins a ring-out count.
Ghensi's already picking himself up by the count of '5!' - but Ursula beat him to the punch this time, and vaults over the ropes with a PLANCHA!
WHICH MISSES! Ursula eats nothing but padded floor as Chris ducks to the side, and climbs onto the apron. She gets up, holding her ribs and gasping for breath, just in time to see 'Mr. Body of Pain' coming off the second rope and CRUSHING her under an ASAI MOONSAULT! Both fighters down again as the referee restarts his count.
At '6!', Ghensi has dragged himself up with the aid of the security railing, and pulls Ursula up along with him. He drags her around unwillingly to the corner - and throws her head-first against the steel post! Ursula's legs give out and she curls over the ring steps, but Ghensi doesn't give her any chance for a rest, peeling her off the metal and rolling her back into the ring. He follows in after her and - yes, pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Ursula's still alive!
Chris tearing at his own short hair, screaming "COME THE F*CK ON!" at the official, but this makes no difference. He seethes, but wisely refocuses on Ursula, again pulling her unsteadily to her feet, but this time dragging her to the corner and hoisting her up to sit on top. Ghensi steps up onto the top rope, looking for a Frankensteiner, but gets a shot to the ribs for his trouble - Ursula's not done! She peppers his sides with strikes, wobbling Ghensi and making his feet slip down to the middle rope - and a nasty, all-too-familiar-by-now Headbutt leaves Chris in a daze! Ursula takes hold of his head and folds him forward to the point he's practically kissing the turnbuckle pad, then slides herself forward to sit on his back, legs tucking in under the armpit...what's she - ?
CODE RED! CODE RED OFF THE POST! SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB SENDS GHENSI CRASHING DOWN ON HIS SHOULDERS AND AREANO ALREADY HOOKED IN FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ursula rolls back onto her butt and raises her hands in victory! And the referee...
...says it was only a TWO?!
Ursula can't believe it! The audience can't believe it! But Chris, even then, STILL managed to lift one shoulder from the mat before the 3! Match continues!
Areano buries her face in her hands, exasperated, while Chris gingerly rolls onto his side, face ashen and sweat beading on his short hair. It costs her valuable moments, but the Argentinean Scrapper regains her composure and gets up, before cutting off Chris as he crawled to the ropes, instead pulling him to the corner again. This time, Ursula sits herself on top willingly, and holds Chris' head in a front facelock - then spins around and drops him with a Tornado DDT!
Ghensi looks like a goner, but Ursula forgoes the pin, instead making sure he's laid not too far away from the corner and returning there, slipping through the ropes and climbing to the top. She wobbles a bit as she stands, but straightens herself, takes a deep breath, and...
DEATH FROM ABOVE!
BUT NOBODY'S HOME!
Chris BARELY rolls aside before Ursula makes landfall with her Shooting Star Leg Drop, leaving her to land flush on nothing but her tailbone! Ursula cries out and jumps to her feet, before flopping down to hands and knees, one hand clutching the small of her back as she hisses through gritted teeth. Ghensi merely stares, wild-eyed, almost unwilling to believe how close he was to the end there.
Despite the pain, Ursula makes it to her feet again, and staggers after Chris - and gets caught with another damn Headbutt! She recoils - but Ghensi's got both hands in her hair, and throws her behind him - face-first into the turnbuckle!
With one hand clutching her throbbing head and her eyes screwed shut, Areano doesn't see Chris measuring her up until he's already lifting her upside-down - CONCUSSER CONNECTS! Ghensi sits on Areano, too tired to hook the leg - is it enough?!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!
It is.
WINNER in 14:12: Chris Ghensi
Ghensi slumps off of Ursula and lets the ref raise his arm from the mat while 'Sacrifice' plays in salute. For a long minute, neither warrior stirs, both vanquished and vanquisher laying side by side, battered, exhausted.
In time, Chris is able to prop himself up on his elbows, then rolls out to sit on the apron...and stops. He looks back over his shoulder, to the still-unmoving Areano, and an unreadable expression plays across his face. Slowly, he re-enters the ring and stands up, eyes never leaving Ursula. The ref tries to hold him back as he steps forward, and catches a forearm to the throat that drops him like a rock. The music fades, uncertainly.
Bending down, Ghensi slaps Areano on the cheek and shakes her head by the jaw until she begins to awaken, then pulls her up unwillingly to her feet. With Ursula's head resting against his shoulder, Ghensi raises one of her arms in mock support - drawing the crowd's ire - then leads her over to the corner and once again heaves her up to sit on it. This time, Ursula offers no resistance as Chris steps up onto the second rope and hooks her arms, and lifts her up over his back...leaving her in position for a Vertebreaker, off the ropes!
Suddenly, a blur of motion jumps into the frame, smothering both under its mass - it's Mac Mercer! He forcibly separates Ursula from Ghensi and carefully places her down on the mat. Chris looks ready to jump him - but when Mac turns around with a face like thunder, Ghensi freezes, then thinks better of it, choosing to bail on out of the ring rather than engage the fresh monster in his condition. As the Australian circles the ring, Mac calls for and receives a microphone from the timekeeper... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:57:19 GMT
Once he has a microphone in hand, Mac takes a moment to look around at the crowd, who are gracing him with a chant of 'MAC! MAC! MAC! MAC! MAC!' This causes the big man to grin, but his expression quickly becomes stern again as he turns his gaze back to Ghensi, addressing him directly:
Mac Mercer: You think you tough, huh, big guy?! Beatin' on people when they're already down, jumpin' people from behind with ya boy Asphyxiator...well guess what, buddy? You met your match right here!
The crowd react appreciatively to these words, as Mac continues:
Mac Mercer: In fact...in fact, I gotta challenge for you. Since you so tough, why don't you an' me go at it again in two weeks?
A fire comes to Ghensi's eyes as Mac says this, one which only intensifies with the big man's next few words:
Mac Mercer: An' since you only tough when you playin' with weapons an' stuff...how 'bout we make it so you ain't got no excuses for when I drop you on your back?
Mac grins:
Mac Mercer: How 'bout we make it...no-DQ?
The crowd roars again as Mac issues this challenge, and to his credit, Ghensi does not shy away or in any way try to leave the ringside area. Instead, he walks right up to Mercer, standing nose to nose with him, and engages in a staredown. After a long moment has elapsed with the two men simply glaring at one another, the Australian abruptly takes the mic off the larger man's hand, just long enough to say three simple words:
Chris Ghensi: You're on, mate.
It is as the two men stare one another down, the crowd exploding into a deafening reaction around them, that the feed cuts to commercial. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:58:31 GMT
The Australian-American Connection v The Best of British
The match starts with Rupert and Valerie as the legal wrestlers for their respective teams, and right away, Rupert takes advantage of this by playing to Valerie's naivete and pretending to offer a handshake. The Aussie, however, is smarter than to take the bait – having dealt with the Brit on numerous occasions – and instead swats his hand aside before connecting with a short-arm clothesline. Rupert goes down, and Valerie takes a moment to stand over him, tapping her temple as if to indicate she is smarter than that.
Knowing better than to remain close to the Brit for too long, however, she quickly backs away a few steps, regaining the centre of the ring as she waits for Rupert to return to his feet. When the Brit does, the Aussie does not hesitate another moment, running in to catch the blond with a running one-legged dropkick as he turns around to face her! Rupert stumbles backwards, bumping against the ring post, and Valerie sees yet another chance to capitalise; she launches into a handspring, which draws the cheers of the crowd in attendance, and pins the Brit against the corner with a body splash!
It is when she attempts to take Rupert out of the corner that the tide changes. Profiting from his position in relation to the referee, the blond sneaks in a quick thumb to the eye, which has the desired effect of throwing Valerie off and hindering her momentum. As boos begin to arise from the crowd, Rupert frees himself of his predicament with a quick clothesline, which throws the Australian down and clears a path to the centre of the ring.
Once there, the Brit halts himself and once again turns around to face his opponent. Valerie is just bringing herself to her feet, and Rupert promptly leans in to bring her up the rest of the way, before draping her over his shoulders and connecting with a powerslam! The Australian goes down again, and the Brit begins to stomp on her head, much to the displeasure of the fans in attendance.
This, predictably, brings the referee over, to tell Rupert to cease and desist. The blond, however, does not seem at all inclined to do so, and directs what are likely sarcastic comments at the referee. The official, however, stands his ground, threatening the Brit with disqualification, and Rupert therefore has no choice but to step off Valerie. The Australian is therefore granted a few seconds to breathe, and begin to pull herself to one knee, but her respite does not last too long – soon, Rupert is bringing her to her feet and throwing her over with a front suplex! Valerie is thrown some distance across the mat, landing closer to the Best of British's corner than the centre of the mat, and Rupert is quick to continue capitalising, as he grabs the fan-favourite's legs and traps her in a Boston crab!
The camera catches the pained grimace on the Aussie's face as the more experienced Rupert wrenches in the hold, but the fan-favourite refuses to give up, and takes turns slapping the mat and reaching for the ropes. These prove, at first, to be just out of reach, but Valerie continues to bravely fight through the pain, and eventually manages to gain a few inches across the mat, bringing her closer to the ropes. Sensing it, Rupert, attempts to wrench the hold in tighter, all while pulling his opponent to the centre of the mat, but Valerie reacts quickest, jerking her body forward and grabbing onto the ropes!
A startled Rupert is therefore accosted by the referee a moment later, and told to release the hold. Faced with the Brit's puzzled expression, the official frantically points towards the ropes, as he starts the standard five-count. Rupert's face takes on a look of displeasure as he realises what happened, but he manages to retain enough composure to make the most of the count – releasing the hold at 'four' – then stand up and walk over to tag in his partner.
Nigel comes in with the Australian still struggling to catch her breath, and promptly picks up where his partner left off. Bringing Valerie to her feet, he connects with a backbreaker, then lifts the fan-favourite back up for a powerslam. Valerie hits the mat hard, but Nigel is not done yet, and once again brings the Australian to her feet, before throwing her into the corner with a front suplex! Valerie faceplants onto the turnbuckle and bounces off – straight into a German suplex from Nigel! This throws her into the centre of the ring, and for a long moment afterwards she lies there, motionless, as the Brit takes the chance to preen, much to the displeasure of the fans in attendance.
A long few seconds elapse thus, and eventually, Valerie is sufficiently aware to seek to take advantage of the situation. With Nigel still busy preening, she rolls over onto her stomach and begins to crawl across to her corner, where Oscar is waiting, hand outstretched---
---only to be stopped by Nigel, who has been alerted by his partner and lunges forward to grab her leg! Valerie mule-kicks, but is forced to roll back over onto her back to swat Nigel away! The Brit is sent reeling back, and the Australian quickly scrambles to her feet, looking to dash forward the moment she is up...
...only to be caught by her opponent at the last possible second, and set up for the Silver Spoon! Nigel prepares to deliver the move...
...but Valerie throws a wild elbow into his nose, freeing herself!
Though groggy, the Australian immediately seeks to cross the mat, taking advantage of Nigel's momentary loss of focus, but the Brit is still alert enough to launch into a superkick, before Valerie can so much as move! In desperation, the Australian flings herself on the floor, dodging the move, and quickly legs it towards her corner! Nigel connects with only air, and Valerie manages what she had wanted all along – the tag to Oscar!
The Grouch comes in with his usual intensity, looking to settle the match quickly. Nigel, who had been racing to catch up with Valerie before the tag could be made, gets met with a huge spinebuster, which Oscar follows up with a leg drop! The Grouch rolls through to his feet, leans in to pick up his opponent, and hits an exploder suplex, throwing Nigel over! He prepares to go for the cover, but is stopped by Rupert entering the ring and barrelling towards him! The referee seeks to interfere, but it ends up not being necessary, as Oscar simply back-body-drops the second member of the Best of British over the top rope and onto the floor! Then, seeing Nigel is recovering and pulling himself to his feet, he signals to the crowd, which responds with an appreciative roar. Oscar steps in, traps the Brit's head under his arm, and connects with his trademark inverted DDT, the A-Bomb! Nigel's head bounces off the mat as the American covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Rupert makes a frantic attempt at climbing the apron...
THREE!!
...but just too late! Aus-Am pick up the win despite having to struggle more than usual!
WINNERS in 07:36: The Aus-Am Connection |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:58:57 GMT
As he and Valerie return to their feet, Oscar asks for a microphone from a nearby stage hand. Then, as Rupert helps his semi-conscious partner out of the ring and up the ramp, he looks around at the fans in attendance and begins to talk:
Oscar the Grouch: Here tonight, we proved once again that we're one of the most dominant teams in UKWF. Forget people who call themselves dominant...we show, don't tell. Ever since we've come back, all me and Valerie have been doin' is droppin' people on their heads, kickin' ass and takin' names. And now...we want what we have comin' to us.
Oscar looks directly towards the entrance ramp:
Oscar New Management...Old Management...Hunt by Night...whoever the hell's in charge of who gets title shots...we want ours. We deserve it. All the Master Sisters did was skip the line, an' they only did that 'cause we had to go away for a while. Well, now we're back...and we want what's ours! We want a shot at the Tag Team titles!
The crowd roar at the Grouch's declaration of intentions, and this seems to energise the Grouch. Oscar yells off the mic, thumping his chest, and even Valerie seems proud of her brother-in-law's assertiveness. When Oscar once again brings the microphone to his lips, however, a voice from the entrance ramp cuts in, before he can so much as say one word:
Voice: Hold on a minute!
The fans' reaction becomes, if possible, even louder, as two familiar figures step through the curtain to engage the Connection directly. Leading the way, microphone in hand, is outspoken rookie Neal Durden; behind him, quieter but looking no less confident, is his habitual partner, Lowri Moss. Together, they walk right up to the edge of the ring, where Neal once again addresses Oscar:
Neal Durden: Let me see if I'm getting this right, mate...you say you want a shot at the Tag Team titles, 'cause you've been winning ever since you came back. Is that right?
Oscar nods, and Neal smirks.
Neal: Well, guess what, boss – we were winning all the time you two weren't here! We even beat the current number one contenders on our first match as a team! And we helped you win some of your matches! So I say, if you deserve a shot, then we deserve a shot even more! Don't you think?!
Oscar brings the microphone to his lips to retort, but the Welshman cuts in again:
Neal: I know, mate. The tournament. Fair enough. You lot were in the finals. And you're good people, too. I mean, we're mates, right?!
Oscar's tilt of the head concedes this point, and Neal nods briefly, still grinning.
Neal: Right. So tell you what. How 'bout, two weeks from now, we have ourselves a match? The two of us...
Neal points at himself and Lowri.
Neal: ...against the two of you. Winner gets first crack at the titles.
The Welshman winks.
Neal: What do you say, mate? Fair do's, ain't it?
The Grouch seems to consider this for a moment, then looks over towards Valerie. The Australian nods, and so her partner nods as well; then, turning towards the two rookies at ringside, he states:
Oscar: Better start practising, kids...you got yourselves a goddamn match!
The crowd absolutely explodes as Neal and Lowri nod and climb up onto the apron and into the ring to shake hands with their future opponents. It is on this image that the feed cuts away. |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 19:59:27 GMT
As the feed cuts away from ringside, it finds the Best of British making their way back to the dressing room area. Nigel Kensington III is still a little woozy, but otherwise looks well on his way to recovery, as he and his partner turn a corner in the backstage area of the Clapham Grand.
As they do so, Rupert Royston-Fellowes' face breaks into a grin, and he quickens his pace, getting a little ahead of his partner. A moment later, the reason for this sudden reaction becomes clear, as the camera spins around to reveal the Divas of Dominance standing by the male dressing room. Seeing his New Management allies, Rupert is quick to offer a charming grin:
Rupert Royston-Fellowes: Ah, girls! So good to see you! How are you this evening?
Jessie and Jamie do not reply, simply throwing Rupert scorching looks. The blond, however, is blissfully unaware that anything is wrong, and instead goes on in the same chatty tone:
Rupert: I trust you saw my little apology to you for the events of recent weeks? I really do apologise for any inconvenience caused. I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive Rupert and I, and that we may remain friends, as we have been until now. Yes?
Rupert holds out a hand for a handshake, but neither Jessie nor Jamie, Kelly or Alison take it. Instead, they continue to stare at the Brit, finally cluing him in to the fact that perhaps not everything is settled between the two teams. For the first time in the exchange, Rupert shows signs of nervousness as he attempts to talk the four women down:
Rupert: Erm, ladies, would you kindly...
...too late. Jessie and Jamie deck Rupert and Nigel with stereo clotheslines, and the two men disappear from frame, a moment before a loud 'THUD' is heard. The Alexander Twins' faces break into smirks as the two stand over the fallen bodies of their former allies and state:
Jamie Alexander: You and us. Two weeks. If you've got balls enough...
With this, the two turn away from the men and stride off-camera, followed closely by Kelly and Alison. The feed briefly zooms in on the unconscious Rupert and Nigel, before cutting back to ringside once more... |
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 23:45:38 GMT
Arcane v MJ Bell
As the match begins, Arcane does not waste any time going on offence – the bell has barely finished ringing before Stella Chalmers-Blythe's self-appointed knight in shining armour has ran towards his opponent and floored her with a big clothesline. He follows this up with a series of ground stomps, which he is forced to end as the referee comes over to admonish him. Arcane is surprisingly compliant as he steps away from MJ, but continues to stalk the former OCW World Champion as she returns to her feet. No sooner has she done so than he steps in again and floors his opponent with a quick yet impactful snap powerslam! MJ hits the mat again, and Arcane resumes pacing around her, a bit of a swagger now in his step as a result of the successful start to the match.
As MJ pulls herself to her feet again, the London native sees to continue that spell of momentum, and once again lunges at his opponent with a clothesline. This time, however, MJ is alert, and manages to side-step it, transitioning it into a Russian leg sweep which shifts the momentum in her favour. Arcane is therefore sent to the mat, and MJ is able to put some distance between herself and her larger and stronger opponent.
A moment later, as Arcane clambers to his feet, she uses that distance to her advantage, running in and catching the New Management representative with a hurricanrana! Arcane is sent sprawling again, as MJ kips up and quickly seeks to capitalise. She takes advantage of the fact that the Londoner has been sent against the corner turnbuckle by her latest move and quickly runs in, flying at Arcane and landing a dropkick to his back. The Brit face-plants against the turnbuckle as a result of the impact, and as a result, is groggy and dazed when he painstakingly turns around to face MJ. This, of course, perfectly suits his opponent, who promptly throws him back into the corner with a roundhouse kick! Arcane smacks against the post again, and MJ wastes no time running in and connecting with another hurricanrana! Arcane goes sprawling to the floor again, and MJ quickly, nimbly hops on to the turnbuckle. From there, she waits for her opponent to return to his feet and turn around, before launching off with a missile dropkick! The Fire Rain connects beautifully, and MJ slides in for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---Arcane kicks out!
As she returns to her feet, MJ shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, as if she had never expected that cover to be the end of the match. She does not relinquish her spell of offence, however, and stays close enough to Arcane that when he once again gets to his feet, she is there, waiting to connect with a kick to his face! Arcane goes down again, and MJ drops down for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Another kickout!
Once again, MJ takes her failure in stride, and once again, she seeks to put just enough distance between herself and Arcane that she is able to strike the moment he returns to his feet. And, like before, that is exactly what happens – no sooner has the Londoner sought to lunge at the platinum blonde than he is caught with one, two, three armdrags! The crowd reacts appreciatively to each one, then offers a mocking jeer to Arcane as he goes face-first into the mat again, and MJ kips up once more!
Confident in her spell of momentum, the fan-favourite once again seeks to ascend the turnbuckle, looking to surprise her opponent with some airborne offence. As Arcane stands up and runs towards her again, she once again launches into a missile dropkick attempt...
...which the Brit sidesteps, reversing it into a modified clothesline attempt which catches MJ in mid-air!
The crowd lets out a groan of disappointment as the fan-favourite crumples to the mat and Arcane regains the upper hand. The Londoner, however, knows better than to rush into anything, and instead stalks his opponent, patiently waiting to see if she gives any sign of life. Only after several seconds have elapsed without MJ so much as making an attempt to stand up does he step in to pick his opponent up like a rag doll and deliver another front powerslam. He follows this up by picking up the former World Champion yet again and throwing her over with a German suplex, further wearing her down. He rolls back through to his feet and steps in to deliver a single, brutal stomp to MJ's head.
The 'CRACK' of boot on skull echoes across the arena, drawing the boos of the crowd, but Arcane does not seem particularly bothered; instead, he seems to welcome the hatred, going so far as to gesture for the crowd to react louder. The fans are more than happy to oblige, but once again, Arcane's reaction amounts to no more than a quick obscene gesture directed at the fans, before he once again turns his attention to MJ.
With his opponent still completely at his mercy, it is not at all hard for the Londoner to bring MJ back to a vertical position, throw her into the air, and connect on the way down with a brutal European uppercut! MJ is seemingly knocked out cold once again, and Arcane takes another moment to laugh derisively at the booing crowd before dropping down into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO!!! MJ somehow manages to lift her shoulder up!
The crowd breathe a sigh of relief as it becomes apparent that the extra few seconds Arcane took to gloat and preen ended up costing him an early win in this matchup. The Brit must realise this as well, as he refrains from protesting to the referee, instead looking upset at himself as he prepares to return to work on his opponent.
This time, as he brings MJ to her feet, it would appear the Brit is willing to leave nothing to chance. Proof of this is that he begins to set the blonde up for his trademark brainbuster, looking to finish her off once and for all. MJ, however, appears to have other ideas, as she suddenly revives and begins to land punches to Arcane's gut! While not particularly effective from a damage standpoint, these do just enough to stagger the bigger man, break his concentration, and lead him to change his initial plan; rather than go through with the brainbuster, Arcane whips MJ to the ropes, seeking to connect on the rebound with his other go-to move, a roundhouse kick.
Once again, however, MJ is sufficiently alert to see the attack coming and move out of its way, leaving Arcane to connect with only air. Realising she now has a few seconds with which to catch her breath, MJ gladly takes the opportunity, staggering towards the ropes and leaning against them gratefully, to regain her bearings.
She does not have long to recover, however, as soon Arcane is back on offence. A roar from the crowd alerts MJ to an attack from behind, and the fan-favourite shows just quick enough reflexes to dodge the clothesline, popping up behind Arcane and reversing it into a German suplex! The Londoner goes flying overhead, and MJ promptly returns to her previous occupation of regaining her bearings, and shaking off the last few cobwebs from Arcane's spell of offence.
This time, she has a few seconds longer with which to recover, as Arcane takes some time to recover from the surprise suplex and pull himself back to a semi-vertical position. As such, by the time he gets to one knee, MJ is sufficiently recovered to continue – and as it happens, Arcane is in perfect position for one of the fan-favourite's deadliest moves. MJ sees this, and promptly runs in looking to deliver the Burning Mage...
...only for Arcane to stand up at the last minute, pick her up, and throw her over with a back body drop!
Once again, the Londoner is in no hurry to regain the upper hand, instead taking a moment to stand over MJ and mockingly tap his temple, as if to imply he is smarter than her. Only then does he lean in to bring her to her feet once again...
...only to get headbutted in the stomach for his troubles!
This unexpected attack from his opponent truly knocks the wind out of the Londoner, and Arcane staggers back a few steps, doubled over in surprise. The look of surprise has not yet left his face when MJ connects with a dropkick to his jaw, sending him reeling backwards and down to the mat. This time, MJ wastes no time vaulting onto the ropes, and connecting with a springboard moonsault leg drop! The fan-favourite is fast enough that the move connects, and quickly gets on top for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Another kickout by Arcane!
This time, as she returns to her feet, MJ has a look of determination on her features which the fans promptly recognise and react to with a big cheer. She stands behind Arcane and waits for him to return to a seated position before stepping in and attempting to lock in her Rest for the Wicked sleeper hold---
---only for Arcane to telegraph it and bell-clap the sides of MJ's head, throwing her off just long enough for him to slip out of the predicament and back to his feet. By the time MJ goes back on offence, Arcane is there, and waiting to ram her through with another clothesline!
There ensues a period of a few seconds where it is Arcane's turn to regain his composure and bearings, while MJ herself painstakingly pulls herself back to her feet. The two wrestlers therefore end up recovering at around the same time, and promptly lunge at each other again.
This time, Arcane reacts quickest, managing to trap MJ's hand in a wristlock, slip up behind her and quickly transition into a suplex. The fan-favourite goes flying over again, and the arrogant former council estate dweller takes a moment to look around at the crowd as he returns to his feet, smirking confidently. He then begins to stomp his head on the mat as he waits for MJ to get up, in anticipation of his next move. The fan-favourite therefore returns to her feet to find a leg flying towards her, as Arcane floors her with a roundhouse kick! The Londoner slides on top of the platinum blonde, and the referee drops down for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! MJ at the last second!
This time, a shadow of irritation does cross Arcane's visage, as he is clearly keen to finish this match sooner, rather than later. Even still, he forces himself back to focus, and leans in again to pick up the barely-surviving MJ. Much as he had earlier in the match, he throws her up into the air, connecting on the way down with a European uppercut which sends her crumpling to the mat. Rather than cover, however, he picks her up once again and repeats the move, landing a second uppercut which connects even harder than the last. MJ is a lifeless heap by the time she crumples to the mat a second time, but still Arcane is taking no chances. He bends down to pick her back up for a brainbuster...
...and that is when the appearance of a sombre figure on the ramp draws the attention of the crowd – and of Arcane himself.
When they see who has wandered out to ringside, however, the audience and the wrestler have markedly different reactions. The crowd immediately begins to boo, while Arcane drops MJ Bell mid-move and walks over to the ropes to confront the newcomer. For Canoness Magdalena Waechter, however, it is as though her New Management colleague is not there, as she slowly but surely strides over to the ring steps and begins to ascend them, her eyes fixed on the fallen MJ Bell.
Realising the nun's intentions, and what they would imply for him, Arcane redoubles his efforts to block the Canoness's path, standing directly in front of Magdalena, in a fighting stance, to prevent her from going any further. This finally causes Magdalena to acknowledge the Brit's presence, and the Canoness looks down her nose at Arcane, an expression of displeasure on her features. This does not intimidate Arcane, however, and he stands his ground, ordering the nun to leave 'his ring' and let him have 'his match.' Magdalena remains silent a few minutes longer, simply staring down her interloper, then slowly begins to turn away. Seeing her do so, Arcane lowers his guard, and prepares to get back to work on MJ Bell..
….and this is when Magdalena strikes! Moving with incredible speed, the nun lunges forward and drops Arcane with her patented lariat, the Exorcism! Arcane falls to the mat, and the bell immediately rings, signalling a disqualification in the Londoner's favour!
WINNER by disqualification in 18:46: Arcane
Magdalena, however, does not at all care for what is going on around her. Instead, having disposed of the roadblock in her path, she continues to make her way towards the centre of the ring, where the previously unconscious MJ is just now recovering. As the fan-favourite makes an effort to pull herself to at least a seated position, she instead finds herself being scooped up into a muscle buster position by the Canoness. Before the blonde can so much as put up resistance, the German has taken off towards the turnbuckle and springboarded off it, dropping MJ onto the mat with the move she calls Redemption or Death. Once this task is complete, and satisfied with a job well done, the Canoness makes her way out of the ring and backstage, as slowly as she has approached it, leaving EMTs to stretch off both downed wrestlers.
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Post by UKWF on Nov 27, 2016 23:46:46 GMT
Back in the ring, a table has been set up, and given that no one's gone through it yet, it can only mean one thing: it's contract-signing time again.
Dublin Trouble herself, Juliet Black, doesn't sit in either of the chairs set up on either side of the table; she instead stands, tall and dark, pacing around on impatient feet. A predator baying for blood. With a snarl, Juliet snatches one of the microphones off the table.
Juliet Black: Listen here ye feckin trogs, I've got about a million an a half things I'd rather be feckin wit right now than waitin to sign a piece of paper, and I'm trough waitin. Get her off her ass, bring her out! Play her shit music if ya have to! Just quit wastin my time, an everyone else's.
After a brief pause, the marching guitar riff of 'Pacific Rim' pounds through the speakers, and the crowd cheers as their endeared UKWF Champion emerges from behind the curtain, turning around to face Juliet and the ring, raising her Title overhead. Slinging it over her shoulder, she makes her way down to the ring, clambering between the ropes. Her smile is cheeky and confident, but she keeps her distance from Juliet, despite being a table length apart.
Juliet: Here we are again, Champ. Last time it was just you and me alone in the ring, I seem to recall you gettin laid the fuck out, so I'll try an make this a wee bit less traumatic for you. We sign our contracts, I take your Title at the next show, you cry like a baby bitch, an that Title goes home with someone who can make it worthwhile.
Juliet pushes the contract over to Blaise's side of the table, but Blaise doesn't budge, much to the fierce Irishwoman's displeasure. Instead, she holds her hands up, motioning for her to toss her the second microphone on the table. Juliet stares, narrows her eyes, and looks down at the other mic. Blaise simply nods.
With a strange mixture of hesitation and annoyance, Juliet underhands the second mic to Blaise. Despite having prepared herself, Blaise bobbles the mic in her hands, backpedaling against the ropes before finally catching it firmly in her grasp. If Juliet's eyes could roll out of her head, they would.
Blaise: Ya could've said 'go long', y'know...
Juliet: See, this is exactly why yer unfit to be Champion, you ditzy twat. Kiddie shit like this. Just sign the contract so you can stop being near me.
Blaise shrugs, looking over the contract.
Blaise: Must've caught you on a bad day, Jules. At any rate, this all looks fine an' dandy to me. At the next show, it's you an me one more time, with my Championship on the line, doin' what we both do best: kickin' the everlovin' shit outta each other.
Blaise offers her hand across the table.
Blaise: May the best woman win.
Juliet stares down the UKWF Champion, leaving her hand hanging in the wind, her anger boiling over.
Juliet: Y'know what? No. Enough of that shit. I'm sick of it, and so are the rest of these feckin dolts who paid to see this. I don't just want your Championship. I don't just want to stomp your feckin head in. I want to ruin you. It's not enough anymore, just to see you lose. I've sat idly feckin by as you've skipped around like the daftest feckin cunt with that strap on yer shoulder, and every moment that Title stays with you is another laugh from the idiots in the back, from that thundercunt Stella and her cronies. They've come here to try an ruin this company--
Blaise: --that's one thing we can agree on--
Juliet: --an they're usin' yer fat ass to do it! That's why I've feckin had it with you an yer wee lil reign. You got yer name in the books; that's more than you ever deserved. Now I'm gonna make sure that when I take yer precious Title, you don't come back for it.
Blaise: And just what are you suggesting, then?
Juliet: Next show, you defend the UKWF Championship in an I Quit Match.
Cue ballistic crowd.
Any semblance of cheeky confidence from Blaise has evaporated. By the look on her face, she's in business mode.
Blaise: ... now this changes things a wee bit, don't it. See, I was lookin' forward to defending my Title against you in a real-deal, bonafide wrestling match, the kind of stuff this business is all about, not just some brawl for... for what? Pride? Blood?
Juliet: Everything.
Blaise: An' that's just it! We've known each other since we started 'ere, since we had our first match against each other. I know that look in yer eye, an' I know why yer so eager to push this on me: 'cos you've never beaten me clean, one-on-one. You cheated to win our first match, an after that, it was cheap shot after cheap shot to try an' keep me down. What you were doin' then is exactly what yer doin' now: lookin' to cover yer weaknesses, 'cos yer too scared to face me.
Juliet looks enraged, clutching the mic with a white knuckle grip, but she somehow contains herself from the beating the Champ down for her insolent words.
Juliet: Then what better way to shut me the fuck up? Then what better way to prove me wrong? You smile and nod and wave that Championship around and slap these people's greasy hands, and it don't mean a damn thing! It took you one night to win that Championship, and even less than that to get complacent with it. While you've bragged about it to yer friends an' retweeted pictures of the most diabetic shit I've ever seen, you haven't wrestled anyone as good as me. That locker room wouldn't know what to do with itself if it weren't for me providin' an example, not you! So yer the Champ, so yer the big shot around here? Prove it in the only way that matters. No pinfalls, no count-outs, anything goes. The best of my game against the best of yours. And if, somehow, you can beat the respect out of me, and make me say those words? You prove that maybe fallin' on Skylynn way back when wasn't just a fluke. You really prove who the best woman is.
Blaise looks to retort, but falls silent, eyes drifting to the mat, then the contract, then Juliet again. She shakes her head.
Blaise: If you think I'm crazy enough to take you up on this...
Blaise takes the pin and scribbles her signature on the contract, spiking it back down onto the table.
Blaise: ... yer absolutely right! Next show, it's you an' me in an I Quit Match!
The crowd goes ballistic once more as Juliet and Blaise get directly up in each other's faces, glaring holes through each other's heads. It's Juliet who launches the first strike, headbutting Blaise, staggering her. She follows up the sneak attack with a another blow to the head with her microphone, and another, and another, breaking it over the Champ's head with a whine of white noise and broken electronics. Blaise, though buckled, charges forward, thrusting Juliet against the table with a shove, barreling strike after strike into Juliet as her UKWF Championship falls to the mat.
Kicking her in the gut, Blaise looks to lift Juliet up on her shoulders for a Coventry Blitz, but Juliet breaks free with a rake to her eyes, picking up the UKWF Title and drilling Blaise in the back of the head!
Blaise tumbles forward, head hitting the side of the table with a crack as she crumples to the mat, half of the folding table giving way under her heavier weight.
Juliet glowers down at her fallen blood rival, and lifts the UKWF Championship over her head... |
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