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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:28:58 GMT
At the usual time, on the usual streaming network, the usual song begins to play---only to be replaced a few seconds in by a far cheesier replacement theme: WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE, LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE, THAT'S AMORE... It is to this incongruous soundtrack that the usual montage of wrestlers performing moves unfolds – this time, against a pink background, rather than the usual red, white and blue. This all culminates in the usual title card, itself enfolded in pink, glittery heart graphics: UKWF VIOLENT VALENTINE'S
From there, the feed cuts to the inside of the Spellthorne Leisure Centre, which is packed very nearly to capacity with a mixture of local and travelling fans. The camera does its usual travelling pan of the front rows, catching some of the most unusual signs in the audience:
#TEAMLOWRI NIGHT TRAIN TO SPARTA JAMES EDWARDS = 2 TIME (with a cut-out of the Broadcast belt) VALKYRIE - SMASH THE fACE (with a photo of Ace Watson) From there, the feed quickly cuts to the announce table, where the usual duo waits to greet viewers. Barry Jones: 'Ello folks, an' welcome ter UKWF – Valentine's Edition! I got me a couple cards, an' looks like you did too, eh, Kerr? Kerry Buckingham, surrounded by stuffed teddy bears and heart-shaped balloons, scoffs: Kerry Buckingham: Naturally, darling. I have many admirers. Baz, however, is leaning over to squint at one of the cards: Baz: Oi! Tha' looks like yer 'andwritin' there. Kerry slams the card shut, flustering slightly. Kerry: Don't be silly, darling! Baz: ...any''ow, lurve may be in the air ternigh', but it sure ain't in that ring. Our two Main Events are between people who dun really fancy each other all tha' much...even if those two lasses used ter! Kerry: Ugh...don't mention her... Baz: Bu' folks, 'fore we get ter tha'...we 'ave a six-person tag match comin' up! Kerry: Yes, with our Tag Team Champions taking on....those other people. Baz: You mean their challengers? Kerry: Yes. Them. Baz: An' folks, tha' match is next, so let's go right to it! With that, the camera pans out into a wide shot, focusing on the ring just as the first theme song of the evening begins to play! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:29:18 GMT
Lowri Moss & The Australian-American Connection v The Master Sisters
Valerie Holcomb starts the match for the Aus-Am-Welsh Connection, while on the Masters' side, Aurora is quite adamant about starting. Surprisingly, the other two Sisters make no bones about this, and as such, the blonde is free to step forward and square off against her brunette counterpart. As she does, she lobs a few choice remarks at Valerie, seeking to unsettle her and cause a chink in her armour for Aurora to explore.
The tactic, however, ends up having the opposite effect. Rather than become too enraged to think, Valerie seeks to shut up the leader of the Master Sisters through direct aggression. To that effect, she steps forward and floors Aurora with a short-arm clothesline! A cheer erupts from the crowd as the blonde goes down, and Valerie follows up on her strike with an elbow drop, connecting with Aurora's torso. She leaps through to her feet, and directs some uncharacteristic trash talk at her fallen opponent, reversing the roles from a moment earlier.
A second later, however, she forgoes trash talk in favour of action; as Aurora gets up to her feet, she backs up against the corner, and takes off in a handspring. Her timing is perfect, and just as the blonde is pulling herself to a vertical position, Valerie connects with a back elbow!
The crowd cheers once again as Aurora is sent stumbling back, and even harder when Valerie follows the move up with a one-handed bulldog. The Australian leaps up to her feet, and raises an arm to the crowd, who give her an overwhelmingly positive reaction!
Encouraged, Valerie steps forward and cocks her fist, signalling for the Valerie Shuffle. The crowd roars by way of an answer, and the Australian nods, as if to cement her decision. Then, as Aurora is getting back up to her feet once again, she takes another step forward, waits until the blonde turns around and connects with a punch to the face! Then another! And a third! Aurora stumbles into the ropes once again, and Valerie lifts her leg, looking to connect with the roundhouse kick to complete the sequence.
As she does so, however, Aurora quickly springs forward, connecting with a big elbow to the Aussie's gut. It is Valerie's turn to go stumbling back, out of balance, and Aurora wastes no time capitalising; she pulls herself further upright, sprints forward and nails a clothesline! Then, as the Aussie goes down, she lets her momentum carry her to the ropes, springboards, and connects with a leg drop!
As she rolls through to her feet, the crowd's cheers have turned to jeers – jeers Aurora adds to by mimicking Valerie's delighted gestures after connecting with her own series of moves. Boos rain down on the blonde as she picks her quarry up, brings her to her feet, and connects with a headbutt. Valerie goes stumbling back once more, and Aurora runs in, nailing her with a clothesline!
The noise reaches fever pitch as the blonde lands a series of stomps to her downed opponent, laughing maniacally all the while. The referee comes over to admonish Aurora, but she does not so much turn on him as state very matter of factly that she is a Tag Team Champion, and will do whatever she wants. Once this message is put across, she picks up the groggy Valerie and throws her into the Masters' own corner, where the Aussie falls slumped against the turnbuckle. Aurora does not hesitate, and rushes in once again, connecting with a kick to Valerie's midsection.
It is at this point that Carnival Dawn – who had been shouting for a tag frantically for a long moment – decides to take matters into her own hands. As her sister backs up and prepares to continue her spell of momentum, the high-flyer reaches in and tags herself, via a tap to Aurora's shoulder! The blonde takes a moment to process what has happened, after which her mouth drops in disbelief. She turns to rant at Carnival, but the smallest of the Masters has not wasted any time giving Valerie a calling card, and is in the process of landing on her chest with a double-foot stomp!
At this point, the referee intervenes, in order to eject Aurora. The blonde does not seem best pleased, however, and continues to give the official a piece of her mind as she is ushered back to a legal position behind the turnbuckle. Carnival profits from this opportunity to inflict some covert damage to the groggy Valerie, pulling her hair and pinching her in strategic spots. The moment the referee turns around, however, she ceases these activities, instead simply pulling the Australian down from the corner, into a prone position. She carefully drapes Valerie parallel to the turnbuckle, then climbs up, launching into her opponent with a moonsault. The move connects flush, and her opponent continues to be in trouble!
Carnival, on the other hand, is getting 'in the zone', and quickly rolls through to her feet ahead of squirrelling up the turnbuckle once more. Once up there, she sizes up the still prone Valerie, and drops onto her with a big top-rope leg drop! She is, however, still not satisfied, and quickly pulls herself upright and makes her way up the turnbuckle a third time. Aurora issues a few words of warning, telling Carnival not to get too overeager or carried away, but her sister cavalierly ignores her as she once again perches atop the turnbuckle. She sizes up her quarry on the floor, then launches off with her signature shooting star press...
...AND MISSES!! Valerie is just alert enough to move out of the way, and Carnival lands hard on the mat!
The crowd erupts as the Aussie finally manages to put an end to her punishment, but Holcomb is not in the clear just yet. She is clearly too weary to go on just yet, and as a result, simply lies on the mat next to Carnival for a long moment. The referee starts his standard ten-count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Valerie rolls over onto her side...
FIVE!
The Australian painstakingly pulls herself to a seated position...
SIX!
...then onto all fours.
SEVEN!
She begins to crawl across the mat, the crowd egging her on.
EIGHT!
The crowd sounds become more urgent as Carnival sits upright! The Master Sister takes a moment to shake the cobwebs, then scurries across the mat, seeking to stop her opponent from making a tag. She lunges forward and manages to grab Valerie's leg...
...but gets kicked in the face for her troubles! The crowd erupts as the Aussie leaps forward, and finds the hand of Lowri Moss!
The arena absolutely explodes as the Welshwoman steps in, making a beeline straight for Carnival! The Master Sister scrambles to get to her feet and aims a kick at her new quarry, but Lowri blocks it and reverses it into a dragon screw leg whip! Carnival goes hurtling across the mat, but Lowri does not give chase; instead, she begins to stamp her foot on the ground rhythmically. This quickly leads to the crowd at the Spellthorne Centre doing the same, and by the time Lowri takes off running towards Carnival, the entire arena is stamping their feet. This sound causes the Master Sister to turn, alarmed...
...and get hit with a beautiful dropsault from Lowri Moss!
The crowd once again expresses their approval as the Master Sister goes down, and Lowri rolls through to her feet once again. The Welshwoman, however, does not let herself get carried away, instead stepping forward and bringing the groggy Carnival to her feet. Lowri grabs her from behind, traps both her arms, and connects with a beautiful tiger suplex! She bridges it...
ONE!
TWO!
---Aurora Master breaks up the pin!
Lowri rolls through to her feet as the referee once again escorts the Master Sisters' habitual manager, and tag partner this evening, back behind her team's turnbuckle. Aurora is strangely agreeable, as opposed to before, but after a moment the reason why becomes clear. For when Lowri once again goes to pick up Carnival, she gets raked in the eyes!
The crowd boos as Lowri stumbles back, surprised, but Carnival barely processes it; instead, she seizes the moment, leaping forward into a wheel kick which throws Lowri to the ropes! Carnival pulls herself to her feet, and launches into a hurricanrana, throwing the Welshwoman across the mat!
The crowd pull for Lowri as both women roll through to their feet, but it is Carnival who pulls herself upright first, promptly rushing in, looking for another hurricanrana! This time, however, Lowri sees her coming, and is able to reverse the move. As such, it is the Master Sister who finds herself hurtling towards the mat, as a result of Lowri's back drop!
Having regained control, the Welshwoman promptly goes to work once again. She gives Carnival a moment to pull herself to a semi-upright position, then leans in once more, pulling her into a suplex position. The Master Sister thrashes and squirms, but is unable to prevent herself from being thrown over with a snap suplex! Lowri twists her hips as the Master Sister hits the mat, then signals for Breuddwydion Melus. The crowd absolutely loses their mind as Lowri begins to stamp her foot once again, waiting for Carnival to stand up. Once again alerted by the sound, the Master Sister pulls herself to her feet and turns around, to see Lowri lunging at her with a superkick...
...WHICH CARNIVAL DODGES!!! Lowri's shot misses, and before the Welshwoman can react, Carnival is halfway across the mat, and tagging in Moonlight Master!
The crowd gasp in awe as the biggest of the Master Sisters comes in and heads straight for Lowri. The Welshwoman, however, keeps her wits about her, and is able to dodge the big blonde's clothesline attempt, ducking under her outstretched arm. Moonlight turns around and runs in with a big boot, but Lowri forward-rolls out of danger. The Welshwoman kips up, soaks in the cheers of the crowd, turns around...
...and gets torn in half with a big spear!
The crowd deflate as Moonlight Master finally manages to land a shot in, taking the brave Welshwoman down. The youngest and largest of the Champion trio, however, becomes all about business, as she leans down and pulls the groggy Lowri into a snap powerslam. Moss connects with the mat hard, but does not stay down for very long, as Moonlight soon pulls her back up, showing off with a one-handed suplex. Lowri goes flying in the opposite direction, and Moonlight rolls through to her feet, in complete control. She leans in, pulls the groggy Welshwoman to her feet, and traps her head between her legs. She lifts Lowri up, looking for her sitout powerbomb...
...and gasps as the rookie reverses it into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, breaking herself free of her predicament!
The crowd roar as Lowri stumbles and limps across the ring towards her corner, as fast as her legs will permit. Moonlight, however, is quick to recover, and soon gives chase, charging towards Lowri with a big splash...
...which connects, pinning Lowri to the corner...
...but just a second too late!!!! Lowri's hand just about grazes Oscar the Grouch's, and the tag is made!!
Unaware of this, Moonlight promptly dumps Lowri over the top rope and to the outside, where the young rookie lies limp, her fire extinguished. As Moonlight prepares to give chase, however, she is pulled backwards into a dragon suplex, as Oscar makes her aware of the tag that was made!
The crowd cheer the big man in the fan-favourite side, and Oscar smacks his chest in response. Aiming to retain his focus, however, he soon turns back towards Moonlight, who is quickly getting to her feet. He charges in and connects with one, two, three, four punches, rocking the blonde! He takes advantage of this, and connects with a dropkick, which sends Moonlight to the ropes. The blonde bounces off, and Oscar scrambles to his feet, just about managing to be in the right place to catch her on the rebound with a big spinebuster! Moonlight goes down, and Oscar covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!! Kickout from Moonlight!
Despite the kickout, however, Oscar is encouraged by his strong start, and promptly rolls off Moonlight, and back to his feet. He leans in and brings the blonde to her feet, setting her up for an exploder suplex. Moonlight fights back, however, connecting with a series of punches to the stomach which achieve the desired effect of rocking the Grouch. Oscar releases the hold and stumbles back, no more than a step, but enough for Moonlight to rush in with a clothesline...
...which the Grouch dodges! Moonlight bounces chest-first off the ropes, and Oscar seizes his chance. He reaches forward and grabs Moonlight's head, looking for the inverted DDT he calls the A-Bomb, but Moonlight elbows him square in the face, throwing him off! This time, the Grouch is well and truly rocked, and the biggest of the Master Sisters has time to turn around and lunge towards him, looking for a spear...
….which Oscar manages to avoid! The Grouch spins out of the way of the move, leaving Moonlight to ram shoulder-first against the ropes! The Grouch sees his chance, and flies in with a superkick...
….which Moonlight sidesteps! Oscar is caught off-balance as he turns around...
...INTO A BIG SPEAR!!! This time, the move connects, and Moonlight drops down to cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE???
NO!!! Oscar's shoulder goes up at the last second!!!!
Moonlight is incredulous as the referee signals for the match to continue, shooting him a mean look. This is nothing, however, compared to Aurora's reaction; the blonde promptly invades the squared circle, getting in the referee's face and shrieking at him. The official is, however, unfazed, and simply tells the leader of the Masters to return to her place behind the tag rope.
Aurora, however, is not being appeased so easily, and continues to rant at the referee even as he forcibly leads her to her corner. In the fracas, the official fails to notice that Carnival is herself not in the corner, allowing the smallest of the Sisters to approach Moonlight and the groggy Oscar in the centre of the ring. As Aurora lets out the last of her rant, Carnival stands behind the Grouch, and gestures for her sister to 'watch this...'
...before landing a low-blow, right between Oscar's legs!
The crowd erupts in boos as the American half of the Connection drops to his knees, in pain. Valerie rushes in to try and prevent the attack, but is just too late, and gets dumped over the top by Moonlight for her troubles!
Having disposed of the Aussie, Moonlight exchanges an odd look with her sister, but Carnival says nothing, as she slips out of the ring and out of sight. The biggest of the Sisters hesitates, but only for another second; then, deciding to take advantage of the upper hand Carnival got her, she kneels opposite him, whispers something in his ear, and connects with a big KO punch! The PDD connects, Oscar is out cold, and Moonlight covers!
ONE!
Valerie rushes in...
TWO!
...but Carnival launches off the top with a missile dropkick, knocking her down!
The crowd groans, then roars as Lowri Moss is seen hoisting herself onto the apron and scrambling under the ropes...
THREE!
...but just too late, as the Masters pick up a controversial win!
WINNERS in 16:58: The Master Sisters
After the match, as the three Masters gloat to the disapproving crowd, Lowri is seen standing beside the EMTs as they check on Oscar and Valerie. As Aurora and her sisters retreat behind the curtain, the crowd grace the fan-favourite Welshwoman with a round of applause – a consolation prize for another gutsy, yet ultimately disappointing performance. Lowri takes this graciously, but is still shaking her head as she walks up the ramp herself, showered by the love of the fans but feeling a pang in her own heart. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:31:07 GMT
Backstage, Alyssa Kincaid walks through the hallway with a bag slung over one shoulder. She reads doors as she walks by and at first it isn't quite clear what she's looking for. She stops though when she spots a door with the traditional independent wrestling signage: Tape with magic marker that says WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM. She smiles a bit at it, and opens up the locker room. Inside, a few UKWF talent mill around but with it being so early in the night most of the wrestlers haven't arrived yet.
She walks to a corner of the room and puts down her bag, starting to unpack her things. As she does this, a massive figure steps into frame beside her. She stiffens up in her chair and pivots around only to be confronted by The Great Dane Bitch herself, Valkyrie. Alyssa swallows nervously and stares at the other woman. After what is surely the most terrifying five seconds of Alyssa's life the other woman reaches past her and grabs her bag. Alyssa seems confused but the message becomes clear a moment later when Valkyrie strides over to the door and drops her bags out in the hallway.
Alyssa opens her mouth to speak but Valkyrie narrows her eyes dangerously and folds her arms in front of her chest. Alyssa puts her hands up in a gesture of surrender and walks past the other woman, out into the hallway before slamming the door shut behind her. Alyssa stands in the hallway, staring at the door and then slowly smiles as we hear the voice of the UKWF announcers.
Barry Jones: Now wot in de' hell was that?
Kerry Buckingham: More fallout from New Year's Evolution? We should have some answers later this evening, Barry! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:33:10 GMT
Jade Goldman vs. Cindy Warren vs. Kaelan Quinn
Some miscommunication to start off, as all 3 ladies attempt to shake hands at once and wind up tangling their arms in a knot. Once they've figured out a compromise, using both left and right arms at the same time and splitting up with a cheerleaders' salute (Go Middlesex Uni undergrad basketball team!), the match starts proper with Warren and Quinn engaging in a collar & elbow lock-up. Not wanting to be left out, Jade applies a rear waistlock on Kaelan to muscle her around some - but when Cindy notices, she breaks off the C&E and slips around behind Jade to apply her own waistlock...and the Kaelan twists free of Jade's grip and goes behind Cindy! Jade laughs at the whole thing, then turns around, bringing herself face-to-face with the nurse, and pushes - and even with both other women working against her, the Soulbird is able to force them back into one of the corners, with Kaelan coming off worse from getting crushed into the post.
With the holds all dropped, Jade backs up and does a jogging lap of the ring to the opposite corner - then rushes forward to deliver a Stinger Splash to nnnnnnnothing because they both moved out of the way and she eats turnbuckle. Cindy Warren, still close by, drops down and attempts to roll up Jade, but the weight difference plus Jade gripping the ropes prevents that from working. Instead, Jade reaches down to catch the nurse by her white top and pulls her away to the middle of the ring, then heaves her all the way up into a Gorilla Press - the Window Buster so soon?! Cindy panics and - WHAM! Irish Rose Kiss catches Jade across the jaw! The Souldbird takes a stumbling fall - leaving Cindy to drop down - and she's caught by Kaelan! Belly to Back Suplex! Cover!
ONE!
T - and Warren with the shoulder up!
The nurse is slow to rise, so Kaelan refocuses her attention and makes a break toward Goldman - but Jade's not as stunned as she lets on, and hoists Kaelan up with a flapjack, dropping her neck-first across the top rope. Kaelan leans heavily against them, coughing, and doesn't see Jade rushing her - clothesline sends Kaelan tumbling to the outside! And just for good measure, Jade catches Cindy by the head and throws her out too!
Kaelan and Cindy wind up in a tangled heap and help each other up, neither knowing where their other opponent is - a question answered moments later when Jane DIVES OFF THE APRON WITH A ROLLING SENTON TO BOTH QUINN AND WARREN!
The daredevil stunt takes almost as much out of Goldman as it does her targets, and it's not until the count of '5!' that anyone really moves. By '7!' Jade is up, grabs Kaelan since she's closer, and rolls her unwillingly back into the ring. Jade squeezes in under the ropes herself, and flops over Kae for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Cindy desperately breaks it up!
Everyone takes another moment for a breather, before Jade beats the other two to her feet again, seizes Cindy and throws her to the ropes - surprise springboard by the nurse, though, and she bounces back into a Dropkick that connects flush with Jade's chest! Goldman staggers, but doesn't fall - Kaelan now up and swings for the fences, catching Jade with a sick-looking haymaker, forcing Goldman down to one knee - and a Shining Wizard from Cindy finally lays out the Soulbird! Cover is made!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Kaelan peels Warren off Jade by her head and stands her up - but Warren turns, snakes an arm around Quinn's head, and throws her with a Snap Suplex! Quinn right up to her feet, though, denies a kick attempt and tosses Warren with a Capture Suplex! The nurse recovering just as quickly - Northern Lights! Kaelan rolling through, arms locked from behind - German! It's like a damn suplex buffet! Cindy getting to her feet AGAIN, locking both of Kaelan's arms, slinging her overhead with a Tiger suplex! And Quinn now rises again, offering a defiant roar in Warren's face, parrying a forearm shot and catching her in a full-nelson hold - Dragon suplex! Held on with a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Cindy squirms out at the last moment!
Kaelan pounds the mat with one hand in frustration while clutching her head with the other, then chooses to leave Cindy laying and goes back to target Jade. She pulls the Soulbird up off the mat - and gets turned upside-down inside-out with the Broad Street Bomber! Jade hooks both legs with a frenzied determination!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO AGAIN!
Jade can barely believe it, but doesn't have time to argue as both Quinn and Warren are groggily rising around her. Goldman goes on the offensive, alternating knife-edge chops between both her opponents, keeping them off-balanced, then irish whips them into opposite corners. With a big smile on her face, Jade first angles toward Kaelan and charges - Stinger Splash connects! As Kae crumples down on her haunches, Jade turns and runs the other direction - and a second Stinger Splash leaves Cindy seeing stars!
With both other women dazed, Jade pulls Cindy out of the corner and over to Kaelan, then lifts first the Irish girl THEN the nurse up onto her shoulders! A DOUBLE Window Buster?!
We never find out. Cindy wriggles free and flops off to the side, leaving Kaelan alone up there - and then Kaelan slips down Jade's back and rolls her through with a Sunset Flip - but no pin, as Kae rgains her footing and ties up Jade's legs - turns her over - FROM BELFAST, WITH LOVE! The cloverleaf hold is locked in, and already Jade's crying out from surprise!
She's not giving in, though! Tries reaching for the ropes, but Kaelan's in a smart position, with her body blocking Jade's path to the closest ring sides. The official asks Jade again if she wants to submit, another refusal, Jade now pressing her forehead to the mat and groaning - screaming - from exertion as she fights against the pressure mounting in the small of her back...and with an impossible effort, her meaty legs begin to flex against the strain! Kaelan's eyes widen as she finds herself being pushed unwillingly forwards; she leans back to counter, drawing a fresh wail from Jade...
But Jade gives one final, definitive kick from both legs that shakes them free of Kaelan's death grip - AND throws Kaelan face-first into the corner post! Kae stumbles back on jelly-legs before falling to her back, while Jade crawls away in agony, and Cindy Warren is...out on the apron, crawling for the turnbuckle Kaelan just ran into. She pulls herself up the ropes clumsily, but with a purpose, seeing a chance and determined to seize it...
...and Cindy off the top - SPONGE BATH SPLASH TO KAELAN! The nurse remains in place as the ref drops down!
ONE!
Jade's head turns in surprise!
TWO!
She pushes herself to her knees stubbornly and -
THREE!
...flops back down. Too late.
WINNER in 7:56: 'The Nurse' Cindy Warren
Cindy rolls off Kaelan and up to a seated position to let the ref raise her hand, before using the ropes to ascend the rest of the way. Acknowledging the crowd's approval with a nod, she turns back to Jade and offers her a hand up; Jade insist on standing by herself, but wraps Cindy up in a surprisingly gentle hug afterward. Both women then help up Kaelan, still nursing her midsection, and the three form a line, with Kaelan and Jade raising both of Cindy's arms, before Goldman and Quinn leave Warren to soak up some more congratulations - although not before Cindy puts a hand on Quinn's shoulder and politely advises she get checked out by the medical team once she's backstage.
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:36:17 GMT
Standing backstage grinning from ear to ear as the camera pans round, Katherine Kensington can be seen with one of the newest members of UKWF. Wrestling and MCW, UCWF legend, Rayne Young.
Katherine: Ladies and Gentlemen, is my great honour to introduce to you. One of the men that embodies wrestling and his name is Rayne Young. Rayne, to see you standing here by my side. Some will say, myself included, how much of a shock it is. What made you come out of retirement? And more importantly what brought you to a British independent company such as UKWF?
Rayne Young: Well Katherine, you're right on one thing. The honour is definitely all yours. Because lets face it, i'm a legend in this industry. Been there and done it all. I thought there was nothing left for me to do in this business, but i was wrong.
Katherine: Care to expand on that Rayne?
Raising his eyebrow, Rayne cuts Katherine a look that could kill.
Rayne: If you don't interrupt me then yes, yes i will. Sitting at home waiting for the birth of my child, recalling all the memories that i lost. I noticed that my legacy which i worked so hard to create, had been tarnished. By one person and one person only. ME!
Taking a second to compose himself, he rubs his stubbled chin.
Rayne: A legacy that took me over ten years to create and cement. I destroyed in a few months, by constantly trying to comeback from retirement and it not working out. I wasn't the man i once was. My powers had waned you could say. But that accident causing me to lose alot of my memory, revitalised me. Looking back at past glories, seeing what i achieved and then seeing what everyone had to say about me, cut me deep.
Katherine: You have never been one to care what people think about you, have you, Rayne?
Rayne: Not the old me, no. Coming back from that accident changed me. Don't get me wrong, i'll always be the old me in a certain way. And i would've sat back on what i accomplished and not give a rats ass. But that's not how i want my son to see me as. I want him to know that my legacy wasn't ruined. I'll be honest, most global corporations shunned me when i announced once again i wanted to return. And rightly so. So that's one of the reasons i'm here in UKWF. Another reason is the indy scene has given me so much, i want to give back. I want to untarnish my legacy, right here. I don't need the money, i just want to find my passion and love for this industry i once had. And that starts here at UKWF.
Katherine: So what are your intentions here in UKWF, Rayne?
Rayne: To run rough shed over the roster, make a name for myself once again. And Katherine, i've already got my first target in sight. Once i'm done with him, he's going to wish he'd never heard of the name, Rayne Young. And once more my name will be revered around the world, even more so once i become the UKWF Champion. Those are my intentions, Katherine. I'm old school and i'm going to turn this federation on it's ass, one way or another.
Not allowing Katherine to respond to him, he turns his back and walks off leaving Katherine on her own.
Katherine: Well, ladies and gentlemen, you have heard first hand from one of our newest recruits, Rayne Young. And it seems to me that he has got that fire back in his eyes. Back to ringside! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:38:37 GMT
The Divas of Dominance v The Jonin Gang
The Divas of Dominance waste no time asserting their, well, dominance, as they jump the Jotun Gang from behind. Oliver and Oliver's career at UKWF therefore gets off to a bad start, as the duo find themselves on the back foot as a result of Jessie and Jamie's tactics.
For the Divas, however, this is ideal, as the two manage to gain the upper hand on their somewhat larger and heavier opponents. As Jamie takes Aidan Fraser down with a double axe-handle, following it up with stomps, Jessie manages to single out the smaller half of the loveable duo, whom she manhandles in the direction of the ring.
To Oliver's credit, once he shakes off the surprise of being caught from behind, he actually starts putting up a struggle. As Jamie tries to steer him towards the apron, he attempts to twist himself free, writhing in such a manner that the Diva elects to release her hold on him. Oliver is, however, not entirely successful in his attempt to break free, as before he can separate himself from Jessie, she shoves him towards the ring post! The young newcomer connects face-first, the impact causing him to stagger backwards in a loopy daze, and Jessie seizes her chance; she runs in from behind and face-plants him with a bulldog to the floor!
A chorus of jeers begins to emanate from the stands as the more athletic of the two twin sisters picks her dazed opponent up and rolls him under the bottom rope and into the squared circleThen, as the bell rings to signal the start of the match, she slips in through the middle rope herself and, seeing her opponent is still putting up no reaction whatsoever, begins to stomp away at him!
This, predictably, brings the referee over to admonish Jessie. Also predictably, the Alexander Sister rounds up on him, giving him a piece of her mind for daring to interrupt her. Even still, when she once again turns towards Oliver, she forgoes the stomps, instead picking him up and placing him in a seated position against the turnbuckle. She backs up, then runs in, connecting with a brutal knee lift to Oliver's face!
As the young Jonin Gang member slinks further down the turnbuckle, Jessie leans in to grab him by the hair and bring him to his feet. She pins him up against the corner and begins punishing him with a series of repeat forearms. Still too dazed to react, the youngster is unable to avert this, and puts up only the feeblest of reactions, allowing Jessie to well and truly retain the upper hand.
After a moment, however, the referee comes over to tell the Diva to get out of the corner, and give her opponent some space. Jessie is, once again, not best pleased about this, and gives the referee her best death glare, but surprisingly refrains from confronting the official; instead, she once again leans in to retrieve Oliver, and whips him across the ring, towards her and her sister's corner! As the newcomer goes hurtling across the mat, Jessie herself gives quick chase, keeping only one step behind her opponent all the way; as such, when Oliver smashes into the turnbuckle, the Diva is right there to make sure he is pinned to the corner, via a spinning heel kick to the back! Oliver once again bangs face-first against the turnbuckle, as Jessie tags in her sister Jamie!
By this point, Aidan Fraser has recovered from the Divas' attack and regained his corner; he is, however, helpless to do anything but look on as his partner finds himself at the mercy of Jamie Alexander. The Diva wastes no time slipping in a covert face rake, which the referee does not see, following this up with an European uppercut. Oliver goes reeling back, , and Jessie quickly launches into a hurricanrana, throwing him back the opposite way and causing him to once again connect face-first with the turnbuckle! He reels back once again, and Jamie traps him, applying a Russian leg sweep. As the youngster hits the floor, she runs to the ropes directly in front of her and launches into her trademark lionsault...
...WHICH MISSES, as Oliver manages to roll out of the way!
The crowd explodes as the Diva faceplants and the newcomer buys himself a few seconds. Oliver, however, is too tired to do anything but crawl away from the Divas' corner and towards his own.
The crowd eggs the Jonin Gang member on as he looks to cover the distance to his own corner and tag in his partner. Aidan is, perhaps, the most vocal of all, as he stretches his hand towards Oliver and shouts words of encouragement.
He would have reckoned, however, without Alison Beck and Kelly Garrett, who amble over and tug at his leg, causing him to lose balance. The crowd groans as Oliver tumbles off his corner and to the floor, leaving Oliver stranded once again.
The expression of panic in the youth's face belies his state of mind, but he does his best to think fast, and changes course, heading towards the ropes instead. He grabs onto them and begins to scramble to his feet, managing to just about pull himself to a vertical position before Jamie Alexander regains consciousness and rushes in.
Once again thinking fast, Oliver spins out of the way of Jamie's charge, simultaneously throwing her over the ropes and to the floor. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he vaults onto the turnbuckle and launches onto Kelly Garrett and Alison Beck with his patented 630 senton, the meteor crash! Seeing what his partner is about to do, Aidan dives out of the way, leaving the Divas of Dominance's managers to withstand the brunt of the charge.
Alison and Kelly topple against the barrier, but unfortunately for Oliver, he, too, is left in a bad state. Jamie Alexander, who by this point has scrambled to her feet, sees this, and promptly seeks to capitalise. She walks over to where the Jonin Gang member lies beside her fallen allies and brings him to his feet, throwing him against the nearest ring post, catching him on the rebound with a standing crossface attempt.
Oliver, however, suddenly comes alive, and fights back by way of an elbow, which breaks the hold and causes Jamie to stagger back. Quickly spinning around, the Jonin Gang member quickly connects with a roundhouse kick, causing the Diva to go toppling onto her allies and buying himself a few seconds. Without another moment's hesitation, he hobbles towards the ring as best he can, rolls under the top rope, and tags in the by now recovered Aidan Fraser!
Finally able to contribute towards the match at hand, the second half of the Jonin Gang wastes no time heading to the outside to retrieve Jamie Alexander. He picks her up and throws her against the ring apron, before rolling her under the bottom rope and back inside the ring. He himself then makes his way inside, causing the referee to once again break his count.
The Jonin Gang are finally in control as Fraser brings Jamie to her feet and connects with a snap suplex. He brings the Diva to her feet again, and applies a neckbreaker, taking her down once again by way of punishment for her treatment of his friend. He then rolls to his feet again and waits for the Diva of Dominance to recover, all the while taunting her. It takes a few long seconds for Jamie to recover, but still the Jonin Gang member patiently waits; then, as the Diva finally pushes herself to an upright position, he runs in, nailing a hurricanrana which sends Jamie sprawling the other way, towards her own corner! Aidan is quick to roll to his feet and give close pursuit, hitting her with a running knife edge chop as she hits the corner and attempts to turn around and regain her bearings.
The Destructo Disk connects, but Aidan does not let up; instead, he reaches in and sets Jamie up for his trademark delayed deadlift German suplex! Weakened by her opponent's flurry of offence, the Diva is unable to resist as she is lifted up, then thrown over onto the mat! The Genocide Breaker connects, and Aidan slides in for the cover!
ONE!
Jessie Alexander runs in, looking to break the pin!
TWO!
630 SENTON FROM OLIVER STONE, INTERCEPTING THE SECOND DIVA!!!
THREE!
And the Jonin Gang come back from a bad spot to collect a debut win!
WINNERS in 07:57: The Jonin Gang |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:40:25 GMT
Alyssa Drew is seen in the ring as the cheers from the crowd can be heard for the young lady. Alyssa requests a microphone and as one is handed to her, she requests that the crowd settle down just a little bit so she can say whatever it is she needs to say. After the crowd settles down, Alyssa puts the microphone up to her mouth to begin to speak.
Alyssa: Now, as all of you amazing people know, I have this obsession to prove that I am one of the best wrestlers in UKWF and I knew the perfect challenge was going to be the very last VOW Zero Gravity Champion, Ace Watson. What better way to show the world that I'm a great wrestler than to beat someone as good as Ace Watson, right?
The crowd boos at the mention of Ace Watson and Alyssa can't help but smile a little bit at that fact.
Alyssa: Okay guys, we all know that while he's part of New Management, they'll do anything to protect their him from being embarrassed out here in this ring. Most of you guys saw that match between him and I two weeks and know what a classic it was shaping up to be. Two competitors, two warriors stepping foot inside this ring to truly prove who was the best between the two of them. Now, everyone knows that I had that match well in hand before Ace's supposedly ex-girlfriend decided to come out. She showed her ugly face where it didn't belong and for what? To protect Acey and save him the embarrassment of losing to me once again and this time, showing that the pinfall win in that tag team match over him wasn't a fluke.
Alyssa begins to pace around the ring clearly getting a little agitated thinking about the match two weeks ago.
Alyssa: I am requesting... no, demanding one more match with Ace Watson and this time, I want it to be a clean match with nobody getting involved!
"Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da" (Instrumental) by Rammstein hits and a loud chorus of boos greets Ace Watson as he walks out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring, a forced looking grin on his face, shaking his head at Alyssa, a microphone in hand.
Ace Watson: I, Ace Watson, take demands from no one.
He says, just about audibly over the boos.
Ace Watson: And I just so happen to be content with the result of our match, it was a solid victory.
Ace's grin portrays a level of smugness never seen by man before.
Alyssa shakes her head listening to Ace talk.
Alyssa: How can you be alright with a win like that?!
Watson chuckles.
Ace Watson: Do I really need to explain it again? Being able to take chances and see opportunities is all part of this business. A win by a roll up is still a win.
Alyssa: You only won because your girlfriend came down that ramp and all these fans know it too!
The crowd let out an agreeing noise as Ace shakes his head, looking a little frustrated.
Ace Watson: She's not my girlfriend... Do you really think she'd be with me after I did what I did?
Alyssa: It's not like Bianca is an intelligent human being.
Alyssa chuckles as the crowd takes delight in Alyssa's words.
Ace Watson: Ugh.
He shakes his head, unimpressed at Alyssa's comment and the crowd's reaction.
Ace Watson: You say you don't want her to get involved but saying things like that will only encourage her to.
Alyssa: She's nothing more than just another pawn for New Management just like you are. I'm more than willing to go through her and all of New Management if I have to in order to get one more match with you.
Ace couldn't help but laugh.
Ace Watson: I admire your persistence and your optimism, but are you sure you could beat ALL of New Management? I mean, you couldn't even handle a little distraction, of which I had no part in arranging, what makes you think you could take on all of the best this company has to offer?
Alyssa: Because I believe in myself! These people believe in me too!
The crowd cheers as Alyssa points to them.
Alyssa: And most importantly, I'm doing this to earn respect.
Ace rolled his eyes.
Ace Watson: You'll realise this soon enough, but these people...
He gestures to the crowd.
Ace Watson: Their opinions do not matter.
Alyssa: If it wasn't for these people buying tickets, we wouldn't have a job, so these people deserve to have their voices heard!
Alyssa flashes a smile as she looks around at the crowd and then back to Ace.
Alyssa: Now, how many of you people out there would love to see Ace Watson versus Alyssa Drew one more time?!
The crowd erupts at the mention of the idea.
Ace looks at the crowd and scoffs.
Ace Watson: I don't. And that's all that matters.
He drops the microphone and turns and leaves the ring. Walking up the ramp, a cocky half smile on his face.
Alyssa stands there for a moment clearly frustrated.
Alyssa: I'll get my match with you Ace! I refuse to take no for an answer!
Watson turns to look at Alyssa, and shakes his head once again at her. Then he turns back and walks behind the curtain, to boos louder than the ones he entered to.
Alyssa drops her microphone as she continues to stare at the ramp with a bit of frustration still on her face before she steps out of the ring and heads up the ramp. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:45:32 GMT
Marcus LeVine, Aiden Deimos, & Chris Ghensi v Wasabi, Francisco Lopez & Oliver Price
The match begins with Marcus LeVine and Wasabi as the legal wrestlers – and right away, the ultra-violence expert wastes no time punishing his smaller opponent. No sooner has the bell rung than LeVine lunges as Wasabi, ramming him through with a big forearm strike. Wasabi scrambles to his feet, but LeVine is right there waiting, and connects with a big roundhouse kick. The luchador is sent stumbling to the turnbuckle, and LeVine immediately rushes in, pinning him to the corner with a bionic elbow!
With the luchador trapped in LeVine's team's corner, the Cult Classic wastes no time building on his offensive momentum. He begins to aim kicks at each of Wasabi's legs in turn, seeking to wear down his shins, all while connecting with forearm shots to the luchador's head. He then take a step back, only to launch with a side thrust kick to Wasabi's gut. As the luchador doubles over, LeVine reaches over him and tags in Chris Ghensi!
Having been officially brought into the match, the Ultraviolent One wastes no time; before Wasabi can recover from the series of strikes LeVine punished him with, Ghensi hops onto the turnbuckle and launches onto him with a shooting star press! Caught completely unaware, Wasabi goes down, and Ghensi rolls him over for a cover!
ONE!
TW---Wasabi kicks out!
Despite surviving the cover, however, the luchador is still in a very tight spot, as Ghensi is firmly in control and does not look likely to relinquish it any time soon. Instead, he brings Wasabi to his feet once more, only to throw him over a moment later with a big German suplex! Wasabi is sent into the ultra-violent team's corner once more, and Ghensi keeps him down with a series of hard stomps.
This, predictably, brings the match official over, to tell Ghensi to relent. Also predictably, Ghensi reacts to this in the most unfavourable way, stopping just short of spitting at the referee as he defiantly lands a particularly hard stomp to Wasabi's head. Even still, a moment later, he picks the luchador up once more and pins him to the corner, connecting with a rapid-fire series of forearm and elbow shots. He drives a knee into Wasabi's gut, making sure he remains pinned to the turnbuckle, before connecting with a vicious headbutt, further ensuring his opponent is dazed. Only then does he take a couple of steps back, pausing only to measure up Wasabi before rushing in with a spear...
...THAT THE LUCHADOR DODGES! Ghensi hits the ring post shoulder-first, and Wasabi finally finds a way into the match!
Ghensi, however, is not about to let his quarry have too much room to operate, and does his best to shake off the pain on his shoulder as he turns to face Wasabi. The luchador is ready, however, and promptly leaps at the Australian, sending him hurtling across the ring with a hurricanrana! Ghensi faceplants, and Wasabi finally has a chance to attempt a tag!
LeVine and Ghensi's punishment has, however, taken a toll on the rookie, and he stumbles as he begins to make his way across the mat, momentarily dropping to one knee; Ghensi, on the other hand, is quick to recover from the hurricanrana, and is right there to capitalise as the luchador stumbles to the mat. He leans in and begins to pick Wasabi up, but the newcomer surprises him by rolling over onto his back and pushing up with both feet, connecting with Ghensi's chest. The Australian stumbles, and Wasabi surprises the crowd in attendance by attempting a kip-up!
As expected, however, the attempt does not go too well; while Wasabi manages to bring himself upright, his weariness causes him to stumble, providing an opening that Ghensi promptly explores. The ultra-violent wrestler runs in looking for a frankensteiner...
...but Wasabi dodges once again, just about managing to roll forward! As Ghensi turns around, the luchador is scrambling to his feet behind him, managing to recover in time to land a bulldog! Ghensi face plants once again, and Wasabi has a second opportunity to tag in one of his team-mates.
Knowing this could be his last opportunity if the match continues to not go his way, the luchador promptly begins to make his way across the ring – this time, in a far more confident step. As he gets to the halfway point without being challenged, a cheer begins to rise from the hopeful fans; a moment later, however, it dies, as Ghensi comes rushing from behind and attempts a standing crossface on the luchador!
Once more, however, Wasabi displays quick thinking; an elbow flies into Ghensi's temple, hindering his attempts at locking in the hold. A second sends the Australian stumbling back, and a mule-kick does the rest; Wasabi breaks free and lunges forward to tag in Francisco Lopez!
The crowd holds their breath as the two former allies, Lopez and Ghensi, come face to face in the centre of the ring. Similarly, neither man goes on offence right away, each instead taking a few seconds to stare down the other, all of their history implicit in a single look.
Then, after a long moment, they lunge.
Lopez goes for first blood, lunging forward with a clothesline; Ghensi dodges, however, and promptly steps forward to attempt a standing crossface. Lopez hinders this intention with two elbow strikes, first to the nose and then to the gut, before spinning around and connecting with a kick to Ghensi's stomach. The Australian doubles over, and Lopez throws him over with a German suplex!
It does not take too long, however, before the two men are back on their feet, their rivalry superseding their weariness or discomfort. This time, it is Ghensi who lands the first blow, connecting with a hurricanrana which sends Lopez across. Francisco face-plants, but quickly begins pulling himself back to his feet....
...only to go down to an enzuigiri from Ghensi!
Having obtained the upper hand, the Australian wastes no time capitalising. He leans down to pick up Lopez, sets him up for a German suplex, then promptly connects with the move. He leaves his hands around his former friend's waist, and connects with a second. Once again, he does not let go, and throws Lopez over with a third, a release variant this time.
Francisco falls to the mat, limp, and Ghensi rolls through to his feet, a fire burning in his eyes. He once again walks over to where his former ally is lying and picks him up once more, this time lifting him into a vertical suplex. He brings Lopez up, stalls...
...and is surprised when his former friend manages to slither out of the move and back to his feet! Before he can even begin to react, Ghensi is being thrown over with a German suplex, as the momentum shifts once again.
As he rolls through to his feet, Lopez sees Oliver Price's outstretched hand hovering just out of reach. Without hesitating, he leaps forward...
...just as Ghensi makes a grab for his leg!!
Lopez, however, is quick to react, kicking his former friend in the face! Ghensi flinches momentarily, and Lopez is able to complete his leap, and the tag!
Before Oliver Price can come in, or indeed Lopez step out, Ghensi is once again on offence. He drives a knee into the Irishman's gut, momentarily incapacitating him, then throws Lopez over the ropes to the outside! He turns his attention back to Price, connecting with a snap suplex before making his way to his own team's corner and tagging in Aiden Deimos. As UKWF's latest signing comes in, he then makes his way to the outside, to continue squaring off with Francisco Lopez in the duo's own private feud.
As the two resume their brawling on the outside, Deimos coolly picks up Oli Price. The Irishman, however, suddenly comes alive, connecting with a series of punches. Deimos is rocked, and Price quickly seeks to capitalise, by way of a running clothesline. The newcomer, however, is able to dodge, and coolly pops up behind his opponent, spinning him around and lifting him onto his shoulders in an inverted crucifix position, before dropping him with a cutter!
Oli Price goes down, but Deimos is far from done. Rather than cover, he once again leans in to bring his opponent to an upright position, before dropping him with a scoop slam. He picks the Irishman up once again, and sets him up for an exploder suplex. Price makes another attempt to resist, and briefly manages to throw Deimos off with a few stiff punches, but the newcomer is nonetheless able to follow through, connecting with the suplex and throwing Price onto the turnbuckle. He then rolls through to his feet, and connects with a running corner dropkick, causing Price to fall onto his face, all but unconscious.
Seeing his chance, Deimos allows a grin to broach his lips as he leans in and once again brings the Irishman to his feet. Having had the fight beat out of him, Price does not so much as struggle as the Demon picks him up in a pump-handle position and connects with his trademark pump-handle flatliner! The Hell's Gate opens, and Deimos covers!
ONE!
...Wasabi rushes in...
TWO!
...but gets sideswiped by LeVine
THREE!
And the violent trio pick up the win!
WINNERS in 07:43: Marcus LeVine, Aiden Deimos & Chris Ghensi
After the match, Deimos and LeVine exchange a fist bump, one which Ghensi joins in on once he returns to the ring, having managed to win this round against Francisco Lopez. The three then leave together, having seemingly bonded as a result of their joint exercise in violence. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:47:10 GMT
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.
Recoba is dressed in a navy suit with a Boston red tie against a crisp white shirt. A camera cuts to show a sign that reads ‘NEW MANAGEMENT IT’S HAMMERTIME!’ in the crowd.
The Sicilian-American walks down the aisle, his music barely audible in the Staines venue over the boos that those in attendance soak Recoba in. He smiles and mocks them as if conducting the symphony of hate.
He rolls under the bottom rope and turns back to the aisle, making a cut-throat motion to kill the music as he is passed a microphone.
Cross Recoba: Firstly, I’d just like to point out that while you might find boos get under the skin of some of the people here at the UKWF - for me, I just hear you all saying ‘you’re doing a great job!’
The boos grow louder. A small portion of the crowd start a ‘SCREW YOU, CROSS!’ chant. This is quickly picked up by another portion of the crowd who fill the silence between the chant with one that sounds like ‘YOU FUCKED STELLA!’ Recoba laughs to himself, amused at the crowd’s creativity. The smile isn’t shared by his girlfriend, Kelsey Spencer, who finds herself in attendance, as a shot shows her shaking her head as she looks at the ground - the unfounded chants clearly getting to her more than him.
Cross Recoba: Cute...now last time you saw me it was with Arcane as we beat the combination of Blaise Fader, and MJ Bell. New Management, in whatever combination, has the rest of the company’s number. Before that you saw me become the most talked about person in the North Sea Ladder match! What I’m trying to say is - we’ve pretty much got the company on lockdown - Arcane is mere weeks away from a title shot and a chance to take the belt away from the cupcake consuming, muffin top riding, chicken drummer legged champion in Blaise Fader, Ace is about to get rid of the Dane’s great white hope for Crufts and that leaves me to show you what a real tag-team looks like!
Cross Recoba: That’s right, tonight you will see what an Enforcers tag-team looks like and who better to tag with me than my partner tonight. It’s not easy being me, I make statements wherever I go and that means that I have to invest in extra protection- an insurance policy if you will. So when I got the call after our last show that an old friend of mine was looking for new opportunities I did the only thing a friend could do - I put him in touch with Stella!
Cross Recoba: What she saw is what I saw, and what you’ll see shortly - a powerhouse of a man who can back it up with technical prowess. A man who stands at six feet and three inches, that weighs two-hundred-and-forty pounds. You want to talk agility? He can hit a Springboard European Uppercut! So, Staines...WELCOME ….HUNTER….STORMS!!!
The lights nearly go dark as the electronic beat of "Lost in the Echo" starts to play and a spotlight appears on Storms who walks out onto the stage. He idly stands for a few seconds before shaking his head around and proceeding to walk down the ramp as the rap verse kicks in.
He keeps his cold, piercing stare on the ring as he reaches the ring and leaps up onto the apron and enters the ring. While only giving up inches in height to the debuting wrestler it is clear to see that Storms is the muscle of The Enforcers. He takes the microphone from Recoba.
Hunter Storms: It’s about damn time I got here. Finally, I have a new place to work in, a place I know that I will thrive since my days back in PAW. All of this is thanks to the man that is standing in this ring with me right now. We could’ve gone to greater to heights back then, but sadly that place closed, but that is no matter to us now.
Storms smirks as the crowd continues to boo both him and Recoba.
Hunter Storms: UKWF is where the next chapter of Hunter Storms begins and it will go on until I say so and thankfully, I have a few extra writers to help me with this but more importantly, I’m here to help them continue writing their chapters of the UKWF’s book. It’s gonna be filled with all of us standing tall with a title in each hand and everybody else swept under the rug like the insects they are. Forget all these “heroes” that you people have in this place because in the end, they won’t mean nothing to us Enforcers.
He hands the mic back to Cross as he continues to smirk to himself.
Cross Recoba: So, to those in attendance, count yourself lucky - you’re going to find out tonight how dominant The Enforcers of the UKWF can be! Now...if those two louts would come out here, we can get this over with. I have places to be.
The music resumes on the PA as we cut away from the ring.
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:50:38 GMT
Valkyrie v Ace Watson
Right from the off, there is clearly no love lost between these two competitors, as Valkyrie hardly waits for the bell before going on offence! Caught off-guard by the Dane's deceptive speed, Ace is powerless to resist as Valkyrie hits him with a series of forearm strikes. It appears the blonde is intent on keeping her word, and doing some damage to Watson's face, whether he likes it or not!
Rocked by the early offence, the New Management acolyte is unable to prevent his face from getting smashed in any number of times by the Dane's strong arms. As Valkyrie changes her tack and runs in with a shoulderblock, however, an opening appears for the Ace, who quickly takes it; dodging Valkyrie's charge, he slips out of the ring, putting some distance between himself and the Dane.
Boos begin to rain down from the stands as Watson paces rapidly away from where Valkyrie has just steadied herself after the missed shoulder charge. As he does so, the former VoW Zero Gravity Champion directs some words at his opponent, to the effect that his face is far too attractive and pleasant-looking to be smashed in, and that she should reconsider her intentions towards him.
The Dane, however, is visibly unmoved, and quickly strides across the ring in pursuit of her quarry. Seeing this, Watson changes from a walk to a run, escaping in the opposite direction just as the Dane eases herself over the top rope and to the floor. As such, by the time Valkyrie is ready for the attack, Watson is entering the ring at the exact opposite end!
Realising her opponent has managed to evade her makes the Dane even more angry, but also gives Watson a chance to regroup; as such, when Valkyrie re-enters the ring and makes a beeline for him, Ace is able to connect with a flurry of punches, causing the Dane to rock.
It takes no more than a moment, however, for Valkyrie to shake off the impact of the surprise attack and block one of Ace's punches; once again, however, the New Management acolyte displays quick thinking, connecting with an elbow to the blonde's face! Valkyrie reels back slightly, and Ace launches onto a dropkick, sending his opponent to the ropes! Valkyrie bounces off as Watson rolls to his feet, but the former VoW athlete is nonetheless able to once again evade the attempted shoulder block, dodging out of the way and away from Valkyrie. Therefore, as the big Dane pumps her own brakes and turns around, looking for him, he is able to surprise her with a big running clothesline!
The blonde goes down to the mat, but rather than cover, Watson once again seeks to put some distance between himself and Valkyrie. To this effect, he takes to the furthest corner, where he crouches, waiting for Valkyrie to recover. When, a moment later, she does, he runs in and drops her with an enzuigiri! This time, he does cover!
ONE!
---ANGRY kickout from Valkyrie!
Sensing he is in trouble, Ace once again scrambles to his feet and scurries towards the furthest corner. As for Valkyrie, she wastes no time profiting from the space given to her and quickly pulls herself to an upright position. Her gaze fixes on Ace as she stalks across the ring once more...
...only for Watson to once again slip to the outside, to a chorus of boos!
This time, however, Valkyrie is not standing for it, and halts herself mid-stride, dropping down and sliding out of the ring herself. Ace Watson has no more than a moment to process what happened before the Dane is upon him, clobbering him in the back of the head and driving him to the ground. Once there, she places her boot on the back of Ace's head, grinding his face against the arena floor. As she does so, she directs a few choice words towards her opponent, in her native Danish, presumably letting him know exactly what she thinks of him.
After a moment of this, the Dane once again brings her opponent to his feet, shoving him against the ring apron. Ace connects chest-first and bounces off, only for Valkyrie to grab him by the hair and bash his head against the mat repeatedly. Once Watson is suitably dazed, a livid Valkyrie rolls him back into the ring, breaking the referee's count herself a moment later.
Too dazed to think of daring new escapes, Watson thus finds himself at the mercy of the Danish Destroyer – the worst possible place to be when Valkyrie is as livid as she looks just then. She reaches in, brings the New Management associate to his feet, and connects with Roskilde's Kiss, the trademark headbutt she uses when she is out for blood. Unable to react, Ace is sent stumbling towards the corner, a trickle of blood issuing from his nose as he slumps against it, semi-conscious. Valkyrie, however, does not let up on her attack, instead stepping in and beginning to punish the Brit with stiff knife-edged chops. The crowd reacts accordingly to each strike, delighted that Stella's acolyte is getting his due at the hands of the big Dane, and Valkyrie looks no less pleased as she punishes Ace's chest with stiff strikes.
After a moment, however, the Dane once again changes tack, once more switching to forearm strikes. Ace winces and cries out in pain as his weakened face is further targeted by the Dane, who seems Hel-bent on keeping the promise made as soon as the match was booked.
Once she considers Ace has had sufficient punishment, Valkyrie takes a couple of steps back, actually giving her opponent room to breathe. This is, however, short-lived, as the Dane soon takes a running start and extends her leg, looking for a superkick...
...WHICH ACE DODGES!! Valkyrie's foot connects only with the corner post, as Watson launches himself into a forward roll, evading the attack and popping up behind the Dane. Knowing he has no time to lose, he all but kips up to his feet before turning around and stepping in closer to the Dane. Before the Dane even knows what happened, she is caught in a full nelson hold, which Watson quickly transitions into a double-knee smash! The Replay connects, and an incredulous Ace moves in to cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---KICKOUT from Valkyrie!
This time, Ace Watson does not scramble to get away from Valkyrie, even after her angry kickout. Instead, he rolls through to his feet and calmly walks towards the furthest corner, where he once again crouches in anticipation. Then, as Valkyrie pulls herself to one knee, he runs in looking for the Zero Gravity Kick...
...only for Valkyrie to suddenly spring up and land a headbutt to the underside of Ace's chin, just as he is launching into the move! Caught by surprise, Watson is sent flying back, as Valkyrie springs back up to her feet, with a triumphant battle cry!
Having regained the upper hand, the Dane wastes no time stepping in towards her fallen opponent and bringing him to his feet. She spins him around, traps his head between her legs and lifts him up. Ace struggles mightily, but Valkyrie is just quick enough to connect with her trademark jackknife powerbomb, the Allfather Drop! The move does not connect entirely cleanrly, due to Ace's squirming and thrashing, but Valkyrie goes for the cover regardless!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! Watson survives!
Angered at the referee, but managing to keep her cool, Valkyrie once again brings Watson to his feet, only to lift him into a powerslam. She brings him to his feet again, and connects with another, further wearing him down. She pulls him up a second time and flings him towards the corner, where Ace slumps down, hardly conscious. Valkyrie sees this as the perfect opportunity to connect with her trademark running hip attack, which – perhaps not entirely coincidentally – connects with her opponent's increasingly battered face.
Relishing her spell of momentum, Valkyrie utters another cry as she pulls Watson to his feet once more. A moment later, she drapes him over her shoulders, setting up a rack position ahead of her Wrath of Hel submission...
….only for Ace to slip out of it and back to his feet! Valkyrie hardly has time to process what happened before Watson pulls her down into a rollup predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
...ANGRY kickout once more from the Dane!
Ace once again stands his ground as a livid Valkyrie returns to her feet, staying in a semi-prone position as he waits for his opponent to get up once more; then, when Valkyrie does, he pulls her into an arm drag, throwing her over and across! As the Dane goes sprawling, Watson runs in and connects with a bulldog, taking her down once more!
The expression on Ace's face as he rolls to his feet is diametrically opposed to the one he has worn for most of the match. Finally, a hint of the Brit's usual arrogance is beginning to show, his trademark smirk broaching his lips as he signals for the ZG Kick once again. He measures Valkyrie up as he waits for her to return to a kneeling position...
...and suddenly trips, falling on his face!
He turns around, livid, and finds himself face to face with a smirking Alyssa Drew, who gives him a cheeky finger-wave and a wink. Ace looks absolutely livid, and promptly begins to go after the Drew clan member...
...only for his friends to arrive first. Watson heaves a sigh of relief as Cross Recoba and Hunter Storms rush down the ramp and engage Alyssa, preventing her from further distracting their fellow Enforcer. Watson cannot help but grin smugly once more as the youngster is brought down by the two New Management acolytes, allowing him to once again focus on the match at hand. He wipes his brow gratefully, heads for the corner once more, turns around...
….and finds himself being pinned to said corner with a huge kick to the head! Valkyrie's rarely seen Hammer of Thor kick connects, and Ace slumps to the mat, out cold. Valkyrie covers, and the referee drops down to count...
ONE!
Hunter Storms notices what is happening, and alerts Cross Recoba!
TWO!
The two lunge onto the apron...
THREE!
...but arrive just a moment too late! It appears Alyssa's sacrifice was not in vain after all, as Valkyrie scores a blow against New Management!
WINNER in 08:46: Valkyrie
Their objective thwarted, Recoba and Storms waste no time exacting their revenge on the Dane. Accosted two-to-one, Valkyrie nonetheless stands her ground, earning a huge cheer from the fans as she engages both men at once! She manages to fend them off for a few moments, but eventually, the numeric advantage does begin to play in Storms and Recoba's favour, as they gradually wear down the Dane, sapping her strength bit by bit.
Just as the Dane is beginning to falter, however, unexpected help arrives in the form of Alex Kincaid! The journeyman Canadian earns a deafening cheer as he hurtles down the ramp and into the ring, to help the big Dane even the numbers! At the sight of the North Sea Champion, Valkyrie looks uncertain for a moment, but soon decides the ends justify the means, and accepts Kincaid's help. Together, they are finally able to match Storms and Recoba, and a full-out brawl between the four soon erupts. The show cuts away to commercial a moment later, with no definitive winner having been found, but with Alyssa Drew having most definitely been avenged... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 21:59:42 GMT
The Jew Blazer & HAMMERSTEIN v Cross Recoba & Hunter Storms
Before the match has even begun, the crowd is ravenous for all four of these titans to clash in the ring, in a unique blend of hype and hate: Blazer, for the underdog tale he's woven in front of the UKWF faithful (and indeed, most of his career); Hammerstein, for the thrill and excitement of the globe-trotting hero of the common man gracing a UKWF for the first time ever; Cross, for the lying, cheating and stealing, courtesy of him and his New Management cohorts; Hunter, for the anticipation of the debuting American, who's made it clear he's not out here to make any friends.
Taking to their respective corners, Blazer and Hammerstein have a quick round of rock-paper-scissors to decide their legal man, which Blazer wins with a mean pair of finger-scissors. The other tag team, on the other hand, has been decided by Cross alone; he simply tells the newcomer Hunter to stay put, and to "watch how a professional does it".
The bell rings, and initially, Blazer is reluctant to approach... but nonetheless sticks out a hand for his opponent to shake, ever the respectful competitor. Cross looks at the hand, then to Blazer, then back at the hand, then back to Blazer. Stifling a chuckle, he walks over, and accepts Blazer's handshake--and offers him a vicious elbow to the head!
Blazer stumbles backward into the corner - the corner across from Hammerstein, who chastises their opponent from the tag rope. Cross is quick to keep the Blazer from getting in any offense, cracking him again and again about the face and neck with chops and forearm shots. The ref moves in, giving Recoba to the count of five to separate. Cross takes until three, then slaps the Blazer across the face. Blazer sinks into the corner, grabbing at the ropes to save himself from falling. Cross, in the meantime, takes his own time to absorb the growing boos and jeers from the crowd. As the Blazer finds his footing again, Cross returns to him like a shot, taking a fistful of curly Jewfro and dragging him across the ring to his corner, once again to the consternation of the ref. Holding him against the turnbuckle with a boot to the throat, Cross tags in Hunter, who begins his UKWF career with a boot to the Semitic Superman's gut. With the wind knocked out of him this early on, the Blazer slumps into the corner again, while Hunter takes in a strikingly British welcome of boos and expletives.
Taking either of the helpless, breathless Blazer's legs in his hands, Hunter attempts to drag him away from the corner... but the Blazer holds on tight to the ropes, not budging. Hunter pulls and pulls, but the Super-Jew does not yield in his vice grip... finally, after one tremendous heave, Hunter pulls the Blazer from the ropes--
--and the Blazer uses the momentum to flip back onto his feet, in a show of astonishing grace! The Blazer doesn't let this moment of leverage pass him by, and boots Hunter in the gut himself! With some space to breathe between them, the Blazer gets his wind back, dodging a swinging strike from Hunter and replying with a kick to the leg. The process repeats again and again - swing, duck, kick, swing, duck, kick, swing, duck, kick - but Hunter is quick to smarten up and after whiffing his last strike on the Blazer, catches him by the hair and throws a stiff European Uppercut right up his chin!
The Blazer drops to the mat again, and Hammerstein attempts to step in and save his partner from the onslaught - but the lawful ref moves to stop him, ordering him back to his corner until a tag is made. While this argument ensues, however, Hunter has dragged the Blazer back into his own corner, stomping away on the plucky Jew-perhero while Cross stretches him against the ring post. By the time the ref's attention has returned to the action at hand, Hunter smartly tags in his partner, and Cross continues his merciless assault. Stomping away at the Blazer until the ref is forced to separate them.
Dragging the Blazer to his feet, Cross looks to end this contest early, taking him to center-ring in a tight headlock... but the Blazer, while dazed, hasn't given up the fight quite yet, and desperately launches elbow after elbow into Recoba's midsection. Finally, the New Management enforcer relents, and the Blazer breaks free! The Blazer swings for a Clothesline, but Cross dodges, throwing up his boot for another kick--
--but the Blazer catches it! The crowd is elated as 'The Raddest Man on the Planet' wags a finger in Recoba's face, and walks him around in a circle, his balance at the mercy of the Jew Blazer.
The circle, as the two competitors spin, seems to pick up speed, and the audience responds in kind, their 'ooh' stretching out and building toward a climax. As the circle broadens with the ring, the Blazer passes Recoba's boot to the confused referee, caught off guard by this strange turn of events. Amidst the confusion, Blazer spins to Recoba's back, and stealthily pulls him into a backslide!
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
TH--Cross forces himself out, enraged after the near-upset!
Before the Blazer can react, Cross has rolled to his feet, and looks to roll Blazer up with a schoolboy!
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE?
No! The referee stops the count! The Blazer clutches the bottom rope in his desperate grasp!
Cross shakes his head in frustration, dismounting the Blazer... but catching him just before he can make a tag, dragging him back to center-ring, and laying into him with even more stiff strikes. Blazer, however, won't go down so easily, and kicks Cross off of him, scrambling to his feet to take him out with another Clothesline... but Cross catches his arm, and sweeps the Blazer's legs out from under him to take him down with a twisting arm lock!
The Blazer cries out in pain, his flailing free hand just out of Hammerstein's reach... thinking on his feet, Cross plants a knee into the Blazer's lower back, trapping him further in the torturous hold as he wrenches on his arm.
"Want me to fucking break it?" Cross barks at the defenseless Blazer, pushing down on his outstretched fingers. "Is that what you want me to do?!"
Blazer, through the pain, lifts his head from the mat.
"... do what you want, 'cause a pirate is free!"
The UKWF crowd chimes in:
YOU
ARE
A PIRATE
Cross, in a blistering rage, recklessly releases the lock to continue raining blows down on the Blazer-- but the Blazer shoves him off with his newly-freed arm, and dives for the tag--and makes it!
The Spellthorne Leisure Centre becomes unglued as Hammerstein charges into the ring like a bat out of hell, taking Cross out with a Clothesline--and following through to knock Hunter off the apron, too!
Cross, quick to get back up, looks to intercept Da Hammer with his own Clothesline - the rebounding Hammerstein ducks, bouncing off the ropes again to catch Cross with his signature Tex-Mex Arm Drag!
And another!
And another!
Cross, flipped flat on his back, lies dazed on the mat, the crowd chanting HAM-MER-STEIN, HAM-MER-STEIN, HAM-MER-STEIN. Bouncing off the ropes one more time, Hammerstein leaps up and squashes Recoba under a Kamala Special, hooking the leg for the pin!
ONE!
...
TWO!
... Hunter slides in to break up the pin!
While the referee scolds the newcomer once again, forcing him back into his corner, Cross, despite his grogginess, takes advantage of the stunned Hammerstein, dropping him to his knees with a cheap shot right between the legs and a poke in the eye for good measure!
When the referee finally turns around, Cross looks for the cheap pin once again, rolling Hammerstein up...
... but Hammerstein rolls through, and makes the tag to the Jew Blazer! The crowd goes wild again as the Blazer returns with a fresh head of steam, running to rebound off the ropes and end this match with a Chutzpah Boot--
--which Cross dodges, and hits a Ranhei in return!
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
TH--No! The Blazer just manages to shift his weight and free his shoulders!
Cross, exhausted and exasperated at the fight these two clowns have put up, curses to himself, the ref, and the crowd for eating this 'hero' garbage up. He drags the Blazer to his feet, and takes him by the hair again to smash him against the nearby turnbuckle... but Blazer slips from his grasp and trips him forward, Cross hitting the turnbuckle instead!
With both competitors down, the referee checks on the both of them, particularly Cross, for the hard shot he took against the post. Out of the corner of his eye, however, Cross catches a familiar face running down the entrance ramp... it's Ace Watson, gauze bandage wrapped around his head from his previous match, with his trademark brass knuckles in hand. He stops at the camera, flashing the knuckles with twiddling spooky fingers to boot. Cross, then dramatically clutches at his head, moaning and groaning, exaggerating the pain to set their devious plan in motion.
The Blazer, fighting exhaustion and a match's worth of beatings, crawls slowly toward his corner, where Hammerstein's hand hangs outstretched... but Ace sweeps out Da Hammer's legs, dropping him from the apron, and slides into the ring to deal the Blazer the finishing cheap shot...
... when his feet are swept out too!
It's Alyssa Drew, out from the crowd! She looks to drag Ace out of the ring, but Ace clings to the bottom rope outside the apron, calling for backup from his fellow New Management enforcers! When the previously 'injured' Cross springs to his feet to help his comrade, the referee puts two and two together, turning around to witness the underhanded strategy himself.
Amidst the chaos, the Blazer reaches out... and makes the tag again!
The crowd roars in elation again when Hammerstein leaps into the ring, boots Cross in the gut, and Drops Da Hammer on him! The Spellthorne Leisure Centre explodes, and Cross bounces against the ring in a hapless heap!
He scrambles for the cover!
ONE!
...
TWO!
Hunter looks to break up the pin again, but this time it's the Blazer that intercepts him!
...
THREE!
The Jew Crew has done it!
WINNER in 9:49: The Jew Blazer & HAMMERSTEIN
The moments after the match see the Enforcers at loggerheads. Hunter Storms, appears to be demanding an explanation from Watson, who is all too keen to give it. This further appears to enrage Storms, but much to Watson's relief, he manages to bring himself under control. Even stilll, he cannot keep himself from shoving Ace before stomping up the ramp, followed a moment later by his wildly gesturing colleague. As for Cross, he is still unconscious in the middle of the ring, having fallen at the hands of Hammerstein... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 22:05:21 GMT
The lights inside the Spellthorne Leisure Center dim and the opening notes to The Alan Parsons Projects “Sirius” bring the audience to their feet. Alex Kincaid makes his way out from the back, pausing for a moment at the top of the aisle and listening to what is certainly the most mixed reaction he's gotten since coming to UKWF. He frowns, wiping his messy hair away from his eyes and heading down to the ring.
Barry Jones: 'Yuv got to wonda' what he's thinkin', yeah? Doesn't get booed a whole lot.
Kerry Buckingham: It was nearly a month ago now that Kincaid became the first ever North Sea Champion in an absolutely brutal ladder match. But there's a lot of questions about exactly how he did it.
By now, Kincaid is standing in front of the announce table and hearing that makes him frown. He takes a microphone from the table and walks into the ring, taken aback by half the crowd making their dislike for him clear. Finally, after nearly a minute he speaks.
Kincaid: Since the day I came to this company all I wanted to do was be different than what I was before. I know what it's like to get booed by the fans. I know what it's like to walk around a locker room getting side eyed by a bunch of wrestlers who hate you. I didn't want any of that when I came to UKWF. I wanted to do things the right way. And no matter how much all of you are upset with me tonight, when things got bad you were on my side. I had some of the hardest matches I've ever had since joining this company and I could NEVER have done it without you guys helping me.
That draws some cheers from the crowd and he gives a quick, thankful little nod to the audience before his expression hardens again.
Kincaid: I keep hearing about a controversy in how I won the title. Now, the bigger companies? They've got a million cameras. A million angles they could replay it from. But here? UKWF's an indy. With an indy budget. I missed what happened. It seems like some of our announcers missed what happened. The only people who know exactly what went down seem to be the live crowd and, if you take her at her word, Valkyrie. Now you think I wronged you Valkyrie? You think I cheated to win that match? You and I can hash that out RIGHT now. So why don't you come on down here and-
The audience boos again and he turns to the aisle as Alyssa Kincaid makes her way down to the ring. Alex's shakes his head, saying a few words off microphone that we don't quite pick up as she collects a mic of her own and heads inside. He says something else to her, clearly unhappy with her presence but she speaks over the mic.
Alyssa: Look, I know. I know okay? You don't want me out here. But you're out here because of me. This isn't about what happened in that match. It's not about the title. You're angry because Valkyrie kicked me out of the locker room. Now I know your blood is boiling. But...you need to calm down. Because I think it's time that we address the elephant in the room. Because I know what happened in the ladder match at New Years Evolution...and the truth is...I tipped the ladder over.
Now the audience lets loose with the loudest jeers yet. Alex seems stunned, shaking his head and angrily protesting what he's just been told. Alyssa swallows a lump in her throat and turns away from her husband, who steps around her and forces her to look him dead in the eye.
Alyssa: What do you want me to say?! I did it okay! I tipped the ladder over! I knocked Valkyrie off! No one here deserves to be champion more than you do. No one. And I couldn't stand that everyone was acting like you were just another guy in that match. I-
Kincaid scowls, and then slowly turns away from her toward the ropes. This time it's Alyssa who walks around him and puts a hand against his chest. He glares at her, furious, but she shakes her head.
Alyssa: It's always been you and me. I'd never do anything to hurt you. But trying to be this...whatever you are since you came to this company isn't working. It didn't get you anywhere. In one night, I got you to title gold when you were talking about working your way up for months. These people, everyone else backstage...they don't matter. Because this has always been about you and I being happy. About us getting what we want. And now we have it. Aren't you happy?
He looks down for a few minutes and tries to collect his thoughts. It's a long enough for the audience to get restless, booing again, but that quickly turns to cheers when he slowly looks back up and speaks again.
Kincaid: Alyssa....shut up.
The crowd cheers as her eyes widen, and she argues with him for a second but he steps away from her again and locks eyes with the camera.
Kincaid: Valkyrie. It's this simple. I didn't know. And I'm not going to stand here and pretend that me not knowing makes it okay. But the way I see it, there's only one way to make this thing right. And that's you and me, one on one for the North Sea Championship. Now, it's not going to be tonight. But in a few weeks we've got the UKWF anniversary show coming up. And I can't think of a better match to have on that night than that. I will defend this belt the way I've always wanted to...honestly.
With a pointed glare toward his wife again, he drops the microphone and shakes his head. He drops to the floor and starts walking up the ramp without a second look at her, asAlyssa stares at him, stunned... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 22:05:41 GMT
The North Sea Champion does not make it too far up the ramp, however, before the martial tones of 'Rule Britannia' begin to echo through the speakers, bringing a cheer from the Staines crowd. A moment later, UKWF part owner James Kensington emerges from the curtain, smiling broadly. As he walks past a startled Kincaid, he pats him on the shoulder, before turning to look at the still cheering crowd. A smile broaches his lips as turns back towards Kincaid and quips:
James Kensington: Spot-on timing, lad.
Then, turning his attention back to the crowd, he states:
James Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have a moment of your time, I should like to make an announcement.
A brief cheer tells James he has the crowd's support, and the part owner smiles once again.
James Kensington: Many thanks. As you may or may not be aware, March the 13th marks the one-year anniversary of UKWF opening its doors.
A loud cheer cuts Kensington off for a moment, a section of the fans starting a chant of 'Happy Birthday' somewhere at the back of the room. This draws a chuckle from James, who quickly continues:
James Kensington: And as you may or may not also be aware, we have an event scheduled for March the 14th...
The cheer grows louder, and Kensington gives it a moment to die down before continuing:
James Kensington: As such, I thought we might celebrate the occasion in style. Namely, with a very special, commemorative anniversary show.
Another short cheer, which James speaks over:
James Kensington: And in order to make the evening truly special, management has decided that all belts shall be defended on the night.
James is once again forced to cut himself short as a deafening cheer erupts from the stands. It takes a long moment for the part-owner to be able to speak again:
James Kensington: Now...evidently, the United Kingdom Championship match is set. Miss Juliet Black has made a case in favour of her addition to said bout, on the grounds of having never formally yielded, and we are certainly open to consider it; with or without Miss Black, however, the bout is scheduled to feature Miss MJ Bell and our Champion, Miss Blaise Fader, taking on one another.
Another cheer, and a chant for Blaise, which James allows to die down before continuing:
James Kensington: Similarly, the tag team championship match is set. The Australian-American Connection shall be taking on Tag Team Champions The Master Sisters...
A chorus of boos for the Master Sisters mixes with cheers for Oscar and Valerie, as the part-owner continues:
James Kensington: ...and as for the North Sea title...Mr. Kincaid here was gracious enough to spare me the task of finding a challenger...
Kensington grins at Kincaid as the crowd erupts once more – a grin which is returned by the North Sea Champion. A moment later, however, a pensive expression comes over the part-owner's features as he muses:
James Kensington: That leaves us, however, with the Broadcast Championship match to be determined. As you know, opportunities for this belt are given on a rotational basis, in accordance with win-loss rec---
Kensington never gets to finish. His speech is interrupted by a chant from the crowd, one which quickly spreads arena-wide and becomes deafening in volume.
'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!'
This reaction brings a sly smile to Kensington's features, as he once again addresses the crowd:
James Kensington: ...who exactly do you suggest I schedule...?
The response is immediate, and loud.
'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!'
Kensington smirks once again.
James Kensington: Lowri, you say...?
The crowd are once again quick to corroborate:
'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!'
Kensington's grin widens.
James Kensington: So be it, then. The fans have spoken. At Anniversary of Aggression, on March 14, the Broadcast Championship shall be contested for...by Miss LOWRI MOSS!!
The reaction from the fans is deafening, as the part owner calmly turns around and retreats back behind the curtain, leaving the protagonist spot to his rostered talent yet again. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 22:09:48 GMT
UKWF Broadcast Championship: James Edwards v Noah Reigner (c)
Right from the off, it becomes clear that the previous match erased whatever respect there existed between these two men. No sooner has the bell rung than the two lunge at one another, almost immediately engaging in an all-out brawl.
Predictably, James Edwards has the upper hand in this stage of the match, being an accomplished brawler. Right away, he engages Noah with punches, moving too quickly for his opponent to react in timely fashion. Just as quickly, Edwards transitions to forearms, targeting Reigner's face and still giving him very little room to manoeuvre. In this fashion, he manages to push his opponent back towards the ropes, gaining the upper hand early in the match.
Despite his predicament, however, Reigner somehow manages to find an opening among Edwards' flurry of attack, and uses it to maximum effect, lunging forward in between two blows and shoving his opponent away with a palm strike. Edwards stumbles back, and that is enough for Reigner to be able to turn the tide, as he rushes in with a big clothesline, taking Edwards down.
Almost immediately after dropping his opponent, Reigner begins to capitalise, applying stomps to Edwards' arms and legs, all while asking him what he is going to do without those strikes of his. Seeing this, the referee comes over to admonish the Broadcast Champion, but Reigner does not give him the satisfaction; instead, he merely shoots the official a contemptuous sneer, as he brings his opponent to his feet. He traps Edwards' head under his arm, setting him up for a suplex, but the challenger and former Champion fights back, landing a series of punches to Reigner's gut. The Champion stumbles slightly, and Edwards immediately breaks free. Just as quickly, he lunges forward looking to reverse the tide...only for Noah to dodge. Edwards turns around, but Reigner is once again quicker, trapping the challenger and dropping him with an ST-NOAH!
With Edwards once again on the floor, Reigner quickly resumes his prior task of weakening the Champion's arms with methodical, targeted stomps. The crowd sounds their disapproval at this strategy, but Reigner manages to drown them out as he continues to weaken his opponent's limbs, taking away Edwards' main source of power.
It is not just the crowd that disapproves; the referee, too, immediately comes over to berate the Broadcast Champion. Reigner's response is, however, predictably unfavourable, as he yells at the referee the epithets he has spared the crowd from. Even still, he once again ceases to stomp on Edwards and brings him to his feet. With his gaze still fixed on the referee, he then sets up the challenger in a suplex position once more, this time weathering Edwards' punches and throwing him over with a crisp snap suplex!
Having managed to regain control, Reigner seems intent on not relinquishing it, and quickly begins to drop knees to Edwards' head, seeking to wear down as many body parts as he can. He finishes this off with a double-knee drop, before rolling back through to his feet and adding a fist drop for good measure. As he returns to his feet, he beats his chest, defiantly asking his challenger how he likes him now.
His gloating session does not last long, however; though pleased at himself, Reigner knows he must maintain his focus, and therefore quickly leans in again, bringing his opponent back to his feet. He lifts Edwards into a suplex position once again, but changes tack halfway through, dropping him forward into a double-knee smash instead!
Edwards crumples to the mat, and Reigner almost immediately lands a hard stomp to his arm, and another to his right leg, the one his challenger uses to hit his trademark move, the kick known as the Violent Gospel. This time, he does it covertly enough that the referee does not see it, and is therefore free to once again bring Edwards to his feet, and continue his momentum.
This time, he forgoes going for a suplex, instead shoving his opponent in the direction of the corner turnbuckle. Edwards spins around as he hurtles towards the post, but is unable to prevent contact. He slides down into a seated position, and Noah is quick to capitalise, connecting with a running senton!
Here, for the first time, there is a moment of hesitation from the Broadcast Champion, as he considers whether or not to go for a pin. He seems tempted for a long moment, if the expression on his face is anything to go by, but eventually opts for sealing the deal another way; he lifts Edwards up, traps his head under arm once more, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle, no doubt looking for a top rope move.
The challenger, however, begins to show signs of life, and retaliates with a series of punches, attempting to prevent Reigner's ascent. In this, he is not entirely successful; although he does manage to slow the Broadcast Champion down, Reigner is nonetheless able to reach the top turnbuckle.
Undaunted, however, Edwards continues to land one punch after another, and is eventually able to reap a slight benefit; as he is steadying himself on the top turnbuckle, Reigner momentarily slips as a result of a particularly hard punch. Edwards seizes the split-second, and promptly twists his body so that the Champion goes hurtling to the ground. The crowd explodes as the challenger steadies himself on the 'buckle, turns around, and connects with a double-foot stomp to Reigner's chest, reversing the momentum!
It is clear, however, that despite escaping, Edwards is feeling the effects of Reigner's offensive flurry, as he comes out of the double-foot stomp stumbling, and eventually falls over onto his knees. He is therefore forced to take a moment to pull himself back to a vertical position, losing precious seconds which would have cemented his offensive momentum.
Even still, the challenger is undaunted, and measures up his opponent as he turns to find him pushing himself to one knee. He does not hesitate for more than a moment before taking off running and connecting with a superkick to the kneeling Reigner! His opponent goes down, seemingly out cold, and Edwards finally has room to manoeuvre in this all-important match!
Knowing time is of the essence, the challenger quickly leans in to bring the Champion to his feet, profiting from Reigner's grogginess to set him up for a snap suplex. This connects beautifully, and Reigner is thrown against the corner post, where he hangs upside down, almost comically. Edwards, however, does not so much as crack a smile as he aims a side-kick square at the centre of his opponent's chest!
This, however, causes him to grimace, and he is once again forced to relinquish offensive momentum to compose himself. As he leans in to grab Reigner by the arm and drag him to a horizontal position, it seems the Champion's limb-targeting has at least had some effect.
Even still, Edwards seeks to fight through it, as he makes another rare incursion to the top turnbuckle, this time of his own volition. A cheer begins to rise from the crowd as he once again turns around to face the ring, looks at his opponent lying beneath him, then launches off with a double-foot stomp...
….WHICH MISSES, as Reigner just about manages to shift his body out of the way!!
The crowd gasps as the impact sends Edwards hurtling forward, off-balance, his face a grimace of pain. Seeing an opening, Reigner struggles to pull himself to his feet and rushes forward, hooking Edwards around the waist and throwing him over with a German suplex!
As Edwards hits the mat, however, it is clear Reigner, too, is now feeling the effects of the challenger's comeback. Proof of this is that, rather than continue his momentum, the Champion crawls forward, looking for the safety of the ropes so he may pull himself to a vertical position. A moment later, he gratefully wraps an arm around the middle cable, using the other to push himself upright as he steps close to the corner turnbuckle to take a breath and regains his bearings. It does not take more than a second, however, for him to turn around...
...and get nailed with a yakuza kick by Edwards!! Reigner's failure to capitalise on his reversal costs him, as Edwards connects with the Pole Shift Kai! Reigner stumbles forward, out of the corner, and Edwards turns him around for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! Reigner manages to get a shoulder up!
Edwards looks slightly frustrated by this turn of events, but does not let it faze him; instead, he once again brings Reigner to a vertical position, setting him up for a Northern Lights suplex. The move connects, and James bridges!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Shoulder up by Reigner, as Edwards' leg buckles and betrays him!
Even still, the Burning One retains his composure, rolling over onto his knees ahead of pulling himself upright. He gingerly tests his leg as he does so, ensuring it is fighting fit to prevent another slip-up. Once he is satisfied that his limb is working properly, he begins to measure Reigner up, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet; once he does, Edwards takes off towards the ropes behind him, rebounding off. As Reigner pulls himself upright yet again, he is surprised to find Edwards barrelling quickly towards him! The Burning One reacts quickly, and before the Broadcast Champion has time to react, nails him with the rebound bicycle kick he calls the Pole Shift! Reigner goes down once again, and Edwards covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!!!! Last second escape from Reigner!!
This time, a look of frustration does cross Edwards' face, but still he manages to retain his focus as he once again assesses his fallen opponent. At first, it appears as though he will just lean in and pick Reigner up again, but a moment later, Edwards steps back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent. As he crouches, waiting for Reigner to stand, his intent becomes clear, and the crowd comes to life with a cheer. As the groggy Reigner pulls himself up to one knee, the cheer intensifies, as Edwards lunges forward and brings his foot back...
...but Reigner drops down, diving out of the way and causing the Violent Gospel to connect with nothing but air!
Frustrated that his killer blow has missed, Edwards pumps his own brakes, spinning around to once again face Noah. The Champion has lunged for the ropes, and is once again pulling himself up, but Edwards does not give him the chance; instead, he comes from behind and traps him in a half-nelson! Reigner shoots an elbow to Edwards' stomach, throwing him off, but the challenger thinks quickly, trapping him once again and delivering a tiger suplex! Reigner goes flying overhead, and Edwards rolls through to his feet yet again!
This time, the challenger does not waste any time measuring up his opponent. Instead, he steps in close to Reigner, brings him to his feet and slings him over his shoulders into a fireman's carry, looking for the Go To Sleep...
...only to get rolled up by the Champion instead!!! The crowd gasps as the referee drops down...
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO!!! Shoulder up by Edwards!!
The expression on the challenger's face as he kicks out of the surprise predicament tells the whole tale: Reigner still has some tricks up his sleeve, and Edwards was not expecting that to be the case. As he brings his opponent back up to his feet, Edwards lets his frustration at himself and Reigner show, as he grabs the Champion and throws him towards the corner. Then, before Reigner has time to react, he rushes in, connecting with a huge spinning back fist! Reigner reels, and Edwards backs up for another, looking for the Double Tap...
...but Reigner reacts quicker, raking his eyes!
The crowd boos as Edwards stumbles, clawing at his eyes. Running on instinct, the challenger charges, perhaps looking for a corner splash, but Reigner dodges, causing Edwards to hit the turnbuckle chest-first. Not wasting another second, the Broadcast Champion crouches underneath his opponent, lifting him up onto the turnbuckle. From there, he quickly transitions to a one-armed electric chair setup, holding Edwards aloft as he steps out of the corner. The challenger attempts to squirm out of the hold, but the Champion reacts quickly, connecting with the electric chair driver he calls Death by Reigner! The referee slides in and counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER in 18:57 and still UKWF Broadcast Champion: Noah Reigner |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 14, 2017 22:36:09 GMT
When the feed once again returns to ringside, it finds New Management bosses Veronica Valiant and Stella Chalmers-Blythe standing in the middle of the ring. The former wears her usual brand of business attire – on this occasion, a charcoal pantsuit – while the latter looks typically more glamorous, in a sleeveless red dress which accentuates her figure. Both are receiving an equal amount of boos from the Middlesex crowd, but doing a remarkable job of brushing it off as they confer among themselves. A moment later, Valiant brings the microphone she is holding to her lips, raising her voice so as to be heard above the jeering.
Veronica Valiant: Two weeks ago, in Hertfordshire, we witnessed a shocking case of insubordination...!
Stella nods gravely as she brings her own microphone to her lips:
Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Indeed! A blatant attempt at assault on one of our contracted athletes!
Stella stifles a sob, but the crowd are having none of it, and jeer louder than ever. This causes Veronica to glower as she once again addresses the crowd:
Veronica: Indeed. And one which shall not stand unpunished. As of the night after Winds of Change, Magdalena Waechter has been fined and suspended indefinitely from the UKWF!
The boos intensify as Stella, seemingly recovered, picks up where her friend left off:
Stella: In this manner, we hope to instil in our roster the notion that actions have consequences, and that they must not act upon irrational urg---
Before the UKWF part owner can finish her sentence, the lights go out. The crowd gasps as the arena is engulfed in darkness for a long moment...
...then cheer as the house lights come back up to reveal both New Management leaders laid out, and standing above them, a familiar, cloaked figure.
Baz: It's...it's...it's 'er!
Kerry: Outrageous! She is suspended! Security!
Oblivious to the announcer's outrage, Magdalena Waechter bends down to pick up one of the microphones dropped by the women as they went down by her hand. She takes a moment to look around at the crowd, defiantly, then brings the microphone to her lips, to say a few simple words:
Magdalena Waechter: Suspended...fools! Do they truly believe their puny, Earthly measures can contain my---
Before she has the chance to speak the last word, however, the Canoness finds herself accosted by an onrushing figure. A moment later, Arcane is on top of his rival, punishing her with punches to the face. The crowd, divided on who to boo, have that decision made for them a moment later, as the remaining New Management Enforcers join in, making the confrontation a four-on-one beatdown!
Baz: Oi! Tha's' jus' no' on, like!
Kerry: She started it, darling...they are simply looking out for our management's security...
That statement is corroborated when Arcane steps away from the rapidly dwindling beatdown to help Stella and Veronica to their feet, showing surprising gentleness towards the former. A moment later, their quarry lying unconscious on the mat, the remaining three Enforcers join him, helping their dazed employers up the ramp and out of harm's way, a chorus of boos enveloping them all the way to the back. |
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