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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:08:58 GMT
At the usual time, in the usual streaming network, the usual theme song introduces the usual montage of waving Union Jacks and wrestlers performing moves, which leads to the usual title card: UKWF NO ESCAPE From there, the feed cuts to the inside of the Redbridge Leisure Centre, where a sizeable crowd eagerly anticipates the start of the show. The camera does its usual pan around the arena, focusing in on some of the best fan-made signs: VIKINGS > ENFORCERS MAGGIE'S GONNA KILL YOU STOP! HAMMERS TIME! (with pictures of The Jew Blazer and Hammerstein) From there, the broadcast transitions to the announce table, where the usual duo is at hand to greet home viewers: Barry Jones: 'Ello folks, an' welcome ter UKWF No Escape! I'm Baz Jones, an' with me as always, the luvly Kerry! 'Ow's you, luv? Kerry Buckingham: Excited to see my boys, naturally! Baz: Yer, they're all over this card, ent they? One of 'em gets ter be in a cage wi' that mental bird... Kerry: Ugh. Don't remind me. Baz: ...an' th' other three are fightin' that other lot t'gether... Kerry: Fighting?! Try humiliating! Baz: Yer, sure. Tha' big lass can 'andle all three of 'em on 'er own! Kerry: I have no doubt she can, dear. Just...not the way you are thinking! Baz: An' also ternigh', th' next contender to th' Broadcast Title takes on th' former Champion! Kerry: ...yawn... Baz: ...an' th' current Champion defends against that Aussie fella, Ghensi! Kerry: ...even more yawn... Irritated by this latest reaction, the usually placid Baz turns on his announce partner: Baz: Don'tcher like anythin' on this bloomin' card? Kerry: Not anything that doesn't involve the Enforcers, no... Baz scowls once again, and looks set to reply. Before he can so much as put a word in edgewise, however, a theme song blares through the arena speakers, instantly bringing the crowd at the Redbridge Centre to their feet! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:10:27 GMT
"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system of Redbridge Leisure Centre, eliciting a loud cheer from the fans, and when the song's intro finishes, those cheers only increase in volume, as through the curtains walks Lowri Moss. Already changed into her ring attire, a smiling Lowri slowly makes her way towards the ring, savouring the reception from the crowd, and doing her best to slap hands with each of the fans that reach out to her on either side of the aisle. After arriving at ringside, Lowri clambers into the ring, and goes to collect a microphone. She then walks to the centre of the ring, and glances around at the fans present inside the building, as she basks in their cheers. Once her music ceases playing, Lowri raises her left hand - and the microphone - towards her mouth, but before she can say anything, she is stopped by a chant from the crowd that resounds throughout the venue. 'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!' This causes Lowri’s smile to widen. She waits for the chant to die down, before speaking. Lowri Moss: Wow! What a welcome! Thank you for that. Lowri continues to smile broadly, more than satisfied with the reaction from the crowd. Lowri Moss: You know, I’ve been part of the UKWF for almost six months now, and this is the first time that I’ve come out to the ring to speak in front of you, the fans. Until recently, I was content to leave it to my tag team partner, Neal Durden, to do most of the talking, but with Neal having disappeared, I now have to speak up for myself - and after what happened two weeks ago, at Violent Valentine’s, I felt I had to come out here to address all of you. Lowri quickly glances around again at the people in attendance. Lowri Moss: Prior to making my debut last September, I wondered what kind of reception I would get from you - I hoped I would get a positive one, but I had no way of knowing for sure. Any fears that I had were soon allayed though, and in the months that have followed since then, you have continued to get behind me; you have taken me into your hearts, and at the last show - on Valentine’s Day, of all days - you all stole my heart. Lowri places her right hand over her heart. Lowri Moss: I can’t quite put into words how much it meant to me, to have you chant my name repeatedly while Mr. Kensington was stood in this ring, and for those chants to be so loud that I could hear them backstage; I was really taken aback by that - it’s a moment I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and something that I can’t thank you all enough for. I promise that in two weeks’ time, at Anniversary of Aggression, I’ll do my best to try to win the Broadcast Championship, to reward the support you’ve given me, and to create another memorable moment, one that I’ll be able to share with all of you. Using her free hand, Lowri gestures to the crowd. Lowri Moss: Before that though, I have a match this evening to take care of. She lets out a small sigh, before continuing. Lowri Moss: My opponent this evening is of course James Edwards. Now, originally I had planned to respond to all of the remarks he has made about me, and I was going to talk about how he’s a cranky so-and-so, but I’ve decided against doing so, as that could just rile him up, which may not be in my best interest. Instead, all I want to say is that, yes, James, I am ready for our match, and that this “little Welsh girl” won’t need to rely on wishes to beat you. Lowri shakes her head. Lowri Moss: All I’ll need is the help of a wizard - a shining wizard, and maybe a rolling cutter or a superkick. She winks. Lowri Moss: Well, I think it’s time I vacated the ring for Chris Ghensi and Noah Reigner. Some people have asked me, of those two, who would I rather challenge for the title at Anniversary of Aggression: I don’t really have a preference, but if you put a gun to my head and forced me to choose one or the other, I would say Noah Reigner, as he has been impressive in his first three appearances in the UKWF - in the battle royal, and in his subsequent matches against James Edwards - and he is a deserving champion; that could possibly change tonight, but we’ll all find out very shortly whether or not it will. There is a slight shrug from Lowri. Lowri Moss: Right, that’s enough from me. I’ll see all of you lovely people again later on this evening, but until then, enjoy the show! "Whirring" by The Joy Formidable begins to play again, while Lowri goes to hand back her microphone. She then steps through the ropes, and as she heads backstage, she slaps hands with some more of the cheering fans. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:14:25 GMT
UKWF Broadcast Championship: Noah Reigner (c) v Chris Ghensi
Even before the bell rings, it is clear that Noah Reigner does not exactly think highly of Chris Ghensi. While the Australian seems focused and pumped up for the contest, Reigner's body language and expression are altogether more dismissive, incensing Ghensi. The Australian hops impatiently as he waits for the bell to ring, then – the minute it does – lunges towards the Broadcast Champion!
Reigner, however, shows no signs of concern at this early bout of offence; instead, he keeps the same smug grin on his features as he deftly steps aside, causing Ghensi to stumble forward into the ropes.
The crowd boos as Ghensi turns towards his opponent, glowering. Still, however, Reigner remains unflappable, merely wagging his finger at the Australian, as if to say 'no, objective failed.' This, predictably, has the effect of leaving Ghensi even more incensed, and he once again lunges at Reigner...only for the Champion to dodge again, and the scene to repeat itself. This time, however, the Champion rubs it in even further by directing a gesture at Ghensi, as if giving him permission to try again.
By this time, the crowd is just as angry at Reigner as Ghensi, and the Australian gets an unlikely cheer as he lunges at the Broadcast Champion a third time. Noah coolly makes as if to dodge once more...
...only for Ghensi to halt himself! The Australian had been feinting, and now has his opponent right where he wants him!
Realising his mistake, Reigner attempts to block the Australian's offence, but is just too late – Ghensi traps him and, to a roar of approval from the crowd, throws him over with a snap suplex! Noah goes flying overhead, as Ghensi rolls through to his feet, loudly asking Reigner 'how he liked that.'
Judging by the Champion's expression as he returns to his feet, the answer is 'not much.' Indeed, Reigner's smug demeanour has all but disappeared as he pulls himself to his feet and rushes at Ghensi, looking to reciprocate for the move he just suffered.
This time, however, it is Ghensi who is ready for the rush of offence. The Australian drops down, and sends Reigner to the mat with a crisply executed back body drop!
Things appear to be going from bad to worse for the reigning Broadcast Champion as he pulls himself to his feet once again. This time, however, he does not rush at Ghensi, instead waiting for the Australian to come to him. Ghensi, predictably, is more than a little reluctant to do so, and as such, the two men end up circling one another for a few seconds, neither wanting to give the other an opening.
Eventually, however, one of them does elect to go on offence – in this instance, Chris Ghensi, who lunges forward looking for a spear. With time to react, however, Noah Reigner is able to easily dodge the attack, spinning out of the way and popping up behind Ghensi. As such, when the Australian turns around, he is met with a double palm strike from the Champion, which sends him stumbling into the ropes!
Having obtained the upper hand, Noah wastes no time capitalising, and rushes forward towards his opponent. Ghensi has barely even hit the ropes yet before the Broadcast Champion connects with a running high knee strike, connecting with his opponent's jaw!
Ghensi falls slumped against the ropes, but Reigner does not give his challenger the luxury of a respite; instead, he pulls Ghensi towards him once again, connecting with a front suplex of his own! He rolls through as the Australian hits the mat, and leans in once again, bringing Ghensi to his feet before clasping his arms around the challenger's waist. The German suplex connects crisply, and Ghensi goes flying in the opposite direction!
This time, however, Noah Reigner does not immediately pick the Australian back up; instead, once he has rolled back to his feet, he steps in close to Ghensi, and drops both knees onto the challenger's chest! He pulls himself back up, and repeats the move, before Ghensi can do anything to block it. Encouraged, Noah pulls himself up, then drops down a third time...
...but this time, Ghensi is able to evade!
Noah scrambles to his feet, but is not quick enough to prevent the Australian from sliding out of the ring and heading for the nearest section of barricade. By the time the Broadcast Champion catches up, Ghensi is reaching for a chair, perhaps seeking to forgo a win in favour of causing pain and mayhem, as is his wont.
Reigner, however, has other ideas, and promptly traps the Australian in a headlock, pulling him away from the chair. Chris retaliates with stiff arm shots, but Reigner has the hold locked in tight, and despite being rocked by his opponent's stiff shots, manages to hold on and avoid releasing the hold.
Ghensi, however, does not relent, and manages to do just enough to drive his opponent towards the turnbuckle. Then, when Reigner is more or less aligned with the post, the Australian lets out a particularly vicious elbow shot, which pins the Champion to the turnbuckle, taking the wind out of his sails and finally causing him to release the headlock.
Seeing his opening, Ghensi is quick to capitalise, sliding into the ring just long enough to break up the count before returning to the outside. By this point, Reigner has recovered from the Australian's elbow strike, but Ghensi is once again quickest to react, grabbing his opponent and tossing him into the nearby guardrail. Reigner hurtles into the metal fencing, causing it to collapse and the Champion to lose his footing.
Once again, the challenger is quick to capitalise, moving in on the downed Reigner and beginning to punish him with stomps. The Champion can do little more than cower as the Australian lands blow upon blow on his head and neck, cementing his spell of dominance.
After a moment, however, Ghensi changes tack once again, leaning in to pick up Reigner and bring him to his feet. He throws the Champion towards the corner ringpost, then – as Reigner bounces off – picks him up into a German suplex, which sends the Champion back first into the steel barricade! Ghensi, on the other hand, takes this opportunity to roll back underneath the bottom rope and reset the referee's count once again, before stepping back towards his opponent.
This time, he reaches for a nearby chair, which he makes as if to set up. The sight of the referee yelling at him from the ring, threatening him with a DQ, seems, however, to give the Australian pause, and he opts instead to simply bring Reigner back up to his feet. He traps his opponent's head in a suplex position, then lifts him up, looking for a vertical suplex onto the fallen barricade! The crowd hold their breath...
...then groan as Reigner twists out of the hold and lands on his feet! Before Ghensi can even register what happened, he is being set up into Reigner's own stalling brainbuster, the Brain Dead Buster. The crowd hold their breath again...
….but Ghensi reverses it into a Crippler Crossface...
….which Reigner slips out of and reverses into a facebreaker DDT! Chris Ghensi slumps onto the barricade, and Reigner regains control of the match-up at long last!
Having managed to put his opponent down, the Broadcast Champion wastes no time capitalising. He brings Ghensi up to his knees, mocks him for a second, badly aping one of the Australian's expressions, then pulls him up and delivers a tiger bomb onto the by now quite battered barricade! Click, Boom, Tigerbomb connects, and Ghensi appears out for the count!
Now firmly in control, Noah rolls to his feet, taking no more than a moment to gloat at the jeering crowd before making his way to the ring and rolling inside. For a moment, he considers simply allowing the referee's count to expire, but eventually, he considers his opponent has not quite had enough punishment yet, and rolls back outside.
As the official patiently restarts his count from 'ONE', Reigner walks over to where the still prone Ghensi is lying over the barricade, and reaches in to grab one of the Australian's arms. He drags his unconscious opponent to ringside, laying him on the ground parallel to the turnbuckle. He then slides into the ring once more, tells the loudly jeering crowd to 'watch this', and takes off running towards the opposite set of ropes. He bounces off, picks up momentum, and launches himself over the top rope in his trademark Danger! Danger! Tope con hilo...
….WHICH GHENSI ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY OF!!!
The crowd gasps in awe as the Australian somehow manages to revive enough to sense an incoming attack and dodge it, causing his opponent to crash and burn!
Even still, Ghensi is in no condition to do anything but roll around on the floor, attempting to gain his bearings, and with both men out of the ring, the referee has no choice but to start a count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Ghensi manages to revive enough to attempt to prop himself up!
SIX!
The Australian reaches for the nearby ring steps, in a desperate attempt to hoist himself up, just as his opponent begins to stir himself.
SEVEN!
Reigner attempts to bring himself to a seated position, only to fall back down, clutching his back. Ghensi, on the other hand, is able to hold onto the ring steps and pull himself upright.
EIGHT!
Reigner rolls over onto all fours, still grimacing, but fighting through the pain. All the while, Ghensi is hoisting himself up onto the apron!
NINE!
Reigner makes a desperate lunge for the apron, and Ghensi's leg...
TEN!
...but is unable to prevent his opponent from rolling under the ropes! Ghensi wins, although only by count-out – meaning the belt won't change hands!
WINNER by count-out in 16:40: Chris Ghensi Still Broadcast Champion as a result of Champion's Advantage: Noah Reigner
The expression in Ghensi's face as he has his arm lifted tells the whole story. As he gets up to his feet, the Australian shoves the referee away, before stomping up the ramp in a mixture of rage and frustration. There is a sense the quest for the belt is not done for the Australian, although he might have to wait... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:15:34 GMT
The camera cuts backstage where Juliet Black is storming out of James Kensington's makeshift office, shaking her head in frustration.
Juliet Black: I came all the way to Essex for MY title shot! Now you tell me join the back of the line?! You're gonna regret this!
She lingers in the doorway for a moment but James merely shrugs in response. Juliet slams the door and turns round to face all four members of the New Management Enforcers. Cross Recoba steps forward to face her directly while Storms and Watson flank either side. She is clearly taken aback but tries not to show it.
Black: What do yer soft bastards want?
Cross Recoba: We've come to deliver a message from Stella.
Black: The old witch is too scared to tell me face to face then?
Cross: It's an opportunity... one which I would advise you carefully consider.
Black: Spit it out already.
Cross: You have been invited to join New Management.
Juliet furrows her brow then begins laughing, scarcely able to believe the offer. Cross remains stoic regardless.
Black: Yer gotta be kidding me, boys... what makes yer think I'd join up with you gobshites? I don't wanna run errands for Stella, I don't wanna be another one of her bitches. Far as I'm concerned, she can take 'er proposal and shove it up 'er arse!
Cross: So it's a no?
Black: Goddamn right it's a no!
With a heavy sigh, Cross nods his head. Arcane, who has lingered in the background until now, moves into view with a wicked grin.
Arcane: Well, Cross told you to be careful with your answer...
He trails off and Juliet rolls her eyes, but then suddenly Watson throws a massive haymaker - complete with the brass knuckles! Juliet goes down instantly, clutching her left eye. With military precision, Storms, Ace and Cross all move in for the kill, stomping away viciously while Arcane folds up a steel chair. Storms and Watson pull her to a seated position for The Magnificent Bastard to crack the chair off the crown of her head. As blood seeps out onto the floor, the Enforcers admire their handiwork.
Arcane: There's the real message - and it's for ALL of UKWF. With that, and the Head Enforcer pointing at the camera, the broadcast cuts back to ringside! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:17:19 GMT
Divas of Dominance vs. The Gemstones
Following the typically frosty reception for the D.O.D., the crowd comes to life for the formal debut of the Gemstones! Crystal Millar actually scoffs and offers a haughty stare over the top of her shades at the reaction, but the consistent enthusiasm of Jade Goldman turns her frown around, and the duo slide into the ring quick-sharp before hopping onto the corner posts and posing. The Alexanders berate them, only for Crystal to throw her shades in Jamie's face! The official struggles to hold back the Divas while Crystal laughs and steps out onto the apron, leaving Jade to offer a helpless shrug and a quiet 'sorry!'.
In time, the Alexanders are calmed enough for the match to start in earnest, with Jessie representing her side. She locks up with Jade and the two jostle for position, with Jessie successfully forcing Jade against the ropes after a struggle. She whips Goldman across the ring and catches her on the return with a Back Body Toss - or, tries to do so. Jade digs her heels in, and Jessie finds it impossible to lift her! Another whip leads to Jessie trying for a Samoan Drop, but gets a similar result. Jade's all smiles, until a furious Jessie slams a forearm shot against her jaw, and sends her staggering back under a wave of clubbing blows. Jessie relents just as the official moves in to stop her, then takes off at a run to the other side of the ring, rebounds from the ropes and - Goldman meets her halfway, SWIIIIITCH to a confused Jessie! Those things aren't supposed to be out 'til Friday! (see who gets that one)
Jade pulls Jessie up to her feet and toward the Gemstones' corner, where she tags in Crystal to an uncertain reaction from the audience. Crystal ascends the turnbuckle while the Soulbird hikes Jessie up onto her shoulders and takes a few steps back - and the 'Silver Screen Queen' goes off the top with a front Dropkick, completing a modified Tower of Doom on Jessie! Pin by Crystal!
ONE!
TWO!
Shoulder up!
Crystal betrays only mild annoyance as she takes a hold of Jessie's hair and pulls her up to her knees. Jessie doesn't get long to shake the cobwebs out before Crystal starts kicking her in the chest over and over, each blow landing with a CRACK! like a gunshot while the crowd 'oooh!'s in sympathy. After 7 shots, Crystal backs up while Jessie rocks back on her heels, bracing for the big ender -
But instead Crystal turns and bolts toward the D.O.D corner! Enziguri catches Jamie on the back of the head and lays her out on the apron!
Crystal sneers and returns to finish off Jessie - walks into a Spinebuster! Cover by Jessie!
ONE!
T - no!
Jessie's back on Crystal in a heartbeat, peppering her with punches while the movie starlet covers up her million-dollar looks as best she can. Not satisfied with that, Jessie pulls Crystal up and throws her into an unoccupied corner, quickly charging in after her and ramming a shoulder into the gut of the Silver Screen Queen before she can think about evading. A few more thrusts leaves Crystal winded, and she sinks down to a sitting position when Jessie pries her shoulder free.
Seeing this, Jessie turns her back, exchanges a wink with Jamie and...oh lord...delivers the Stinkface to Crystal. There's an embarrassingly loud upswing in crowd noise, but not so much that we can't hear Crystal shrieking from beneath Jessie's jiggling junk.
Jessie releases her...um...grip?...at the official's count of 4, and saunters out of the corner looking smug. Crystal remains frozen in place, messy hair framing her stunned face - until she suddenly EXPLODES out of the corner like she was launched from a catapult, slamming Jessie to the ground by her hair and smashing the Diva's face off the mat over and over while raging about "what you've done to MY MILLION DOLLAR FACE!" Jessie is able to kick Crystal away momentarily and escapes into the other unoccupied corner, but is forced to turtle up as Crystal closes in again, wailing away with uncoordinated but plentiful strikes and equally-dangerous screaming.
The official moves in to warn Crystal off but the starlet clearly isn't listening. He's forced to try and physically separate the two - and while his attention is diverted, Jessie rakes Crystal's eyes! The Silver Screen Queen staggers back, blinded - and as soon as the ref removes himself, Jessie takes her down with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Pin by Jessie...
ONE!
TWO!
THR - no!
Jessie argues with the ref, but to no avail. Shaking her head in annoyance, she pulls Crystal up and drags her along to the D.O.D corner, and tags in her sister Jamie, who climbs the corner post. Ignoring the ref's warning count, Jessie hoists Crystal up by the waist and holds her in a Backbreaker position - then drops the starlet across her knee just as Jamie dives down with an elbow across Crystal's chest! Jessie rolls out to the apron as Jamie makes the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
Now it's Jamie's turn to be angry at the ref. Crystal, loopy and drained, attempts to crawl toward her corner while Jamie isn't paying attention, buoyed on by Jade who's got the crowd stamping their feet in support - but the noise alerts Jamie and she pulls Crystal away, and slings her lazily out of the ring! Jamie mocks Jade while Crystal struggles to her feet outside, though the slimmer Alexander sister is clearly just biding time until Crystal accidentally puts herself in a favourable position. Once the Silver Screen Queen is up to her feet, Jamie goes off the ropes, charges - SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!
CRYSTAL WITH A HIGH DROPKICK STOPPING JAMIE SHORT!
The crowd shrieks in surprise as Jamie recoils BACK through the ropes onto her butt, then rolls over, clutching her neck. Crystal remains laying, using the hard-earned moment of peace to catch her breath as the official checks on Jamie; she's hurting, but not outright injured, thankfully. That leaves the ref to start a ring-out count, which Crystal slowly responds to.
Just at the count of '7!' Crystal slides in under the bottom rope, and looks over to find Jamie...but Jamie's already up, and springs out of the corner with a splash across Crystal's back! Crystal yells out from the attack, and Jamie keeps one hand clamped to her aching neck as she stumbles back up, then pulls Crystal into a front facelock and throws her overhead with a suplex...rolled over into the 3 Amigos! The 2nd rollover brings Jamie close to her team's corner, and Jessie makes a blind tag - waiting until Jamie completes the last suplex before flipping into the ring to deliver a Slingshot Leg Drop to Crystal, and smoothly apply the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! CRYSTAL'S FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Jessie full-on screams "COME ON!" at this point, understandably. Nevertheless, she drags Crystal's limp form away from the ropes and pins her again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Shoulder up!
Jessie gets to her feet and paces back and forth, shaking her head in bemusement. After a few moments, though, she remembers she's on the clock and returns her attentions to Crystal, turning her over onto her belly then proceeding to tangle up her legs and grip an arm in preparation for the Skull Cracker! Jessie makes a point of yelling across the ring to Jade, demanding she keep a close eye on what happens to her friend and idol - that proves to be costly as Crystal uses the time prop herself up on one hand and roll through, using her body weight to counterbalance Jessie and make her fall! Jessie can't get away with their legs still tangled together, and Crystal uses that to her advantage, seizing both of Jessie's calves - WITHERING ROSE! SHE'S TRYING TO TURN HER OVER! Jessie's panicking, arms pinwheeling and finding nothing to keep hold of - rolls one way, then the other -
And it works. Crystal, exhausted, loses her footing and is thrown astray by Jessie's escape attempts. Ashen-faced from shock, Jessie quickly crawls over and tags Jamie back in - but doesn't notice that her 'escape' threw Crystal near the Gemstones' corner, and as Jamie comes in, Jade finally, FINALLY rejoins the fray!
Jade throws a big clothesline - Jamie ducks it nimbly, off the ropes, comes back with a Flying Headscissors - but Jade counters, cutting her short with a Sidewalk Slam! Jamie's shaken, but gets to her feet - only to be whipped into the corner, and here comes the Soulbird after her - Stinger Splash hits home! Jamie stumbles out of the corner, sinks to her knees and rolls onto her back, and Jade looks to be going for something off the ropes...when Jessie re-enters the ring and charges! Charges right into the Broad Street Bomber, and gets DUMPED ON TOP OF JAMIE! The smaller sister's limbs jerk at he impact!
Jade does a star jump from sheer delight, then points dramatically back to her corner before heading over to tag Crystal again. Despite her condition, the starlet ascends the turnbuckle and gingerly stands up...allowing Jade to get a good grip on her partner - and THROW her! IT'S THE SOUL STAR!
BUT NOBODY'S HOME!
Jessie rolled off Jamie and pushed her sister to the side at the last moment, leaving Crystal to eat canvas! Jade puts both hands on her head as her eyes go wide from shock - but she gets no chance to help her partner out, as Jessie comes rushing forth and nails her with a Cactus Jack-style clothesline! Both women go tumbling out over the ropes to the outside!
That leaves Jamie alone with Crystal, who's clutching her tenderised ribs. Jamie takes her time getting up - no rush needed - then pries Crystal off the mat by her dyed hair and takes a grip around the Silver Screen Queen's neck. She turns around, going back-to-back with the starlet and...JAMIE DROP!
BUT NO! CRYSTAL WITH A BACKSLIDE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
JESSIE SLIDING IN!
THREE!
NOT FAST ENOUGH!
WINNERS in 9:17: The Gemstones (Crystal Millar and Jade Goldman)
Crystal gets thrown out of the pin immediately after the 3, and lazily rolls out of the ring without waiting for the official to raise her hand. She's joined on the outside by Jade, who's holding her head from a bumpy landing but is skipping with glee nonetheless, and the Soulbird hooks one of Crystal's arms around her shoulder before pulling her partner up and helping her leave. Inside the ring, Jessie has her forehead resting on the mat while she pounds the canvas with both fists, while Jamie can only lay still with an open-mouthed look of absolute shock on her face, one that doesn't pass even as the camera takes one last lingering shot of the Gemstones retreating up the ramp before fading out...
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:19:12 GMT
The scene fades in on Ace Watson as he walks backstage, the words "Earlier today" appearing in the bottom corner of the screen as it does. He is dressed in street clothes, with a dark jacket over the top of a plain white shirt, and some dark black jeans to go with them. He holds a phone to his ear, talking to someone.
Ace Watson: Yeah it was a good game, United made it difficult for themselves by losing that two goal lead though. It was shaping up to be an easy win before Southampton scored.
He continued walking down the corridors.
Ace Watson: Yeah, Stormo was very sad to see his team lose. But hey, Manchester United were the rightful winners.
He smiled smugly, as if the recent EFL Cup victory for Watson's favourite football team was a victory he had earned himself.
Ace Watson: Alright yeah I'll speak to you soon. Bye man.
He arrived at a room marked by a name tag which read "Ace Watson - Enforcer". Ace put his phone in his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside, where he saw the room was painted sky blue and covered in Manchester City posters and logos. Watson looks around the room, spinning in slow circles, eyes wide and his face a mix of horror and anger.
His eyes fell on a piece of scrap paper pinned to a Manchester City kit shirt. He walks over to it and rips it off, reading the message;
"I hope you enjoy your presents,
- Alyssa Drew"
Ace stares at the note for a moment, before scrunching it into a ball in his hands and throwing it at the wall, aiming for one of the many Manchester City logos that filled up the room. He then grabs the shirt and pulls it off the coat hanger and throwing it to the floor, which reveals the lettering and number printed on the back which read
"Watson
0"
Ace saw this, and his eyes managed to widen with anger even more, as he stomped on the shirt and then tried to kick it, only managing to get it stuck on his shoe. He kicked his leg around, trying to get it off him.
Ace Watson: Get... the... hell... off... Me!!!
He gave up, and grabbed the shirt and pulled it off his shoe himself, then threw it in the vague direction of a bin, landing just wide of it.
The camera moves in close to Watson's face, as he angrily looks off to the side, looking away from it.
Ace Watson: Drew...
The scene fades to black...
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:22:30 GMT
Kelsey Spencer v Rayne Young v Nate Krelle
The match begins with a surprise attack from Nate Krelle, who jumps Rayne Young from behind as the bigger man is walking out. As Kelsey Spencer watches from the ring in apprehension, the 'Anti-Trend' nails Young from behind with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head, sending the big man spiralling down to the arena floor. Krelle barely gives him time to connect with the synthetic surface before he continues his attack, delivering a series of hard stomps to the back of Rayne's head and neck. The crowd vehemently boos these underhanded tactics, but the 'Anti-Trend' does not seem too concerned with their opinion, as he turns towards the ring and graces the stunned Kelsey with a smug smirk. He then slips into the ring, preparing to face off against the young Australian sensation!
Realising her battle is about to start in earnest, Kelsey has gotten into a fighting stance. Nate, however, is in no hurry to begin the match, instead pointing at his cheek, as the smirk on his face intensifies. He is, quite clearly, offering Kelsey a free shot – a move which earns him the vocal displeasure of the crowd, and causes Kelsey's expression to transition from focused to incensed. She offers Nate a few choice words, but her opponent does not change his attitude, once again pointing at his cheek, and even going so far as to lean in further. This time, with the crowd firmly behind her, Kelsey does not hesitate – she takes Nate's offer, nailing him with a clothesline!!
The crowd erupts as Nate realises his mistake and scrambles to his feet, clearly furious at both his opponent and himself. Forgoing any attempt at mindgames or condescension, he instead simply runs at Kelsey – but his opponent is ready. Before he can so much as mount an attack, the 'Anti-Trend finds himself being pulled down into an armdrag! Kelsey kips up, then immediately drops down as Krelle runs at her, connecting with another arm drag. She kips up a third time, but Krelle pumps his own brakes, stopping himself short to prevent the arm drag. The wrestler's face once again takes on a smug smirk as he wags a finger at Kelsey, as if to say 'not that time.' Kelsey smirks briefly in response...before leaping up and nailing her opponent with a dropkick! Nate goes stumbling into the ropes, and the redhead quickly follows up with a clothesline, throwing him to the outside!
The crowd give Kelsey yet another cheer as she leans over the ropes to tell Nate that that 'serves him right' for underestimating her. There is not much time for the Australian to enjoy her moral victory, however, as she is soon faced with a far bigger problem to tackle – namely, Rayne Young, who is just now entering the ring after Nate Krelle's attack!
Realising the bigger man will not take her for granted the way Krelle did, Kelsey does not go on offence. Rather, she opts for a more defensive approach, allowing Rayne to come towards her and rush in with a superkick before dodging out of the way. Rayne immediately spins around and tries for another one, but Kelsey dodges again. She kips up...and gets rammed through with a spear!
The crowd at the Redbridge Sports Centre deflates as their favourite finally goes down, simultaneously gracing Young with a chorus of boos. The big fighter, however, barely even seems to register the reaction, as he bends down to pick the young Australian up. Kelsey tries to put up a fight, but Rayne takes her back down with a facebuster! The youngster hits the mat hard, but still the bigger man does not relent, leaning in and bringing her to her feet again, before setting her up for a suplex! Once again, the fan-favourite attempts to fight back, but finds herself overpowered, as Young's snap suplex throws her overhead and back first into the mat. She staggers to her feet, but Young runs in and throws her over the top rope to the floor!
Only at this point does Rayne Young allow himself a moment to gloat, roaring at the increasingly booing crowd; this, however, ends up costing him, as before he can once again step in towards Kelsey, he finds himself accosted by a recovered Nate Krelle, keen on finally leaving a mark in this match! Sensing his opponent's approach, Young turns around...only to be floored by a clothesline from hell from Nate Krelle!
Having achieved the upper-hand, the 'Anti-Trend' seeks to maintain in by any means necessary. Much as he had done before the start of the match, he begins to stomp away at the downed Young, but this time, the referee is there to put an end to it, telling Krelle in no uncertain terms to back off!
Predictably, Krelle does not take too kindly to this, and promptly gets in the official's face, telling him in no uncertain terms how he feels about his interference. The referee, however, stands typically firm, threatening Nate with disqualification if he continues to lose his temper; as such, the 'Anti-Trend' is forced, however begrudgingly, to give his opponent some space.
As he is waiting for Young to get up once again, however, his attention is drawn elsewhere – specifically, to Kelsey, who has just re-entered the ring. Her fall to the outside has left the youngster in bad shape, however, and it is not hard for Nate to grab her by her long hair, bring her up to her feet, and connect with a vicious European uppercut! Kelsey goes spiralling towards the corner, and Krelle sees his chance. He sizes Kelsey up and runs in, delivering his 'Shooting Blanks' kick!
The crowd gasps as Kelsey slides down the turnbuckle, inert; Krelle, on the other hand, prepares to go for a cover...
...only to get pulled back into a Northern Lights suplex from Rayne! He bridges!
ONE!
TWO
TH—NO!! Krelle kicks out!
The two men waste no time rolling through to their feet and lunging at one another. Krelle goes for another clothesline from hell, but Rayne dodges, gaining his opponent's back and dropping him with a full nelson suplex. He rolls to his feet, leans in, and brings Krelle up to his feet. The 'Anti-Trend' tries to connect with punches, but these barely rock Rayne, who powers through the impacts to pick Krelle up into a gutwrench position, before connecting with a fallaway slam!
Nate hits the mat back first, and Rayne sees his chance. Stepping in, he picks Krelle up and sets him over his shoulders, looking to end things with the Curtain Call driver...
….only for Krelle to slip off and pull the bigger man down into a rollup! The referee slides in to count!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! Kickout from Rayne!
Young is visibly angry as he rolls back through to his feet, but barely has time to think, as Krelle is just as fast to recover, and lunges at him with a superkick. Young manages to dodge once more, but Nate is only a half-step behind him, and quickly pumps his own brakes, spinning around and lunging at his opponent once again, this time with a clothesline...
...only for Rayne to drop down and reverse it into a back body drop! Krelle takes a tumble to the outside for the second time in the match, and Rayne once again lets out a roar, much to the disapproval of the crowd!
Once again, however, the fighter manages to shrug off the reaction, instead heading towards Kelsey Spencer, who is only now recovering from Nate's devastating kick. Young takes advantage of her groggy state to lean in and bring her to her feet, looking to finish her off the same way he did Krelle.
Kelsey, however, has other ideas, and is unwilling to go down without a fight. Proof of this is that she begins to deliver punch after punch to Rayne Young's stomach, attempting to break herself free from his grasp. She manages to connect with a dropkick, which sends Rayne stumbling back a few steps and allows Kelsey to pull herself back up to her feet.
Woozy as she is, however, the Australian is unable to move quickly enough, and by the time she seeks to engage Rayne, he is recovered and lunging at her himself! Thinking on her feet, Kelsey quickly springboards into a flying forearm smash, which once again sends Rayne careening across the mat and gives the Aussie a chance to break free! Kelsey wastes no time, and launches into a cartwheel legdrop! The move connects beautifully, and Spencer covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO!! Kickout by Young!!
Kelsey seems slightly disappointed as Rayne kicks out, but simply shrugs to herself as she pulls herself back to her feet. She hesitates for a moment, wondering whether to pull Rayne up or put some distance between herself and her opponent, but before she can decide, the choice is made for her – Rayne kicks out with both feet, sending the much lighter Australian flying towards the corner!
Rayne is up like a shot, seeking to capitalise on his regained momentum. Before Kelsey even has time to hit the corner, he rushes in, diverting her course so as to throw her over the ropes to the outside!
No sooner has he achieved this, however, than his attention is diverted by Nate Krelle. The 'Anti-Trend' is back in the match, and making a beeline for Rayne...but the bigger man is ready. The Midas Touch superkick ensures Nate Krelle is once more out of this match.
A smug grin broaches Rayne's features as he manages to drop his opponent – one that is wiped from his lips a moment later, when his other opponent comes back to the match with a bang! Distracted by Nate's resurgence, Young neglected to check whether Kelsey truly had been thrown to the floor, allowing the youngster to attempt a skin-the-cat manoeuvre. Having succeeded at this, the Australian then lost no time flinging herself off the ropes with a slingshot somersault senton – one which now connects with the back of Young's head, taking him down!
The fans roar as Kelsey safety-rolls out of the senton and crawls towards the two fallen men. To her credit, the youngster chooses to go for the one she actually hit, rather than the third wheel in the match, and scurries towards Rayne Young. She tentatively turns him over, checking for any reaction, but receiving the brunt of her weight to the back of his head seems to have well and truly knocked the big man out, and Rayne puts up no reaction as Kelsey slides on top of him. The referee drops down...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the underdog wins the battle of the newcomers!
WINNER in 08:50: Kelsey Spencer |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:23:12 GMT
In the centre of the ring, Katherine Kensington is waiting, camera focused on her as she addresses the crowd.
Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like to introduce the newest international signing to the UKWF. She's a renowned practitioner of Taekwondo. From Seoul in South Korea, I give you... Hana Park!
As a pop goes up, Rob Dougan's “Clubbed To Death” begins blasting out as Hana strolls out from the curtain, the Korean dressed in her Taekwondo dobok, belt around her waist and a smile on her face as she strolls down to the ring, slapping hands with everyone who asks. As she hits the ring area, she jumps up onto the apron and vaults over the top rope, taking the mic from Katherine before she holds it up as her music fades out.
Hana Park: Normally, this would be the part where I throw out an “Anyeong!” but as I said there was only one place in the UK for me to make my UKWF debut...
Hana pauses as she has the crowd.
Hana: And as the only way is Essex... OI OI!
And the crowd cheers, Hana flicks off a salute with a smile to the crowd.
Hana: See, it's been a while since I stepped in the ring, I've been busy but as someone pointed out to me a while back, all I seemed to have been doing was posting Annyeong posts on Twitter and shots that showed off a lot of leg. True in some regards but I've been back to the Academy to focus my efforts on my weaknesses in ring and iron them out. With that in mind, I'm issuing an open challenge right now!
??: Open challenge izit?
The cheers suddenly turn to boos as Gav the Chav walks out, Shaz at his side as he begins walking to the ring whilst talking on the mic.
Gav the Chav: Wuzn't Brexit sposed to keep people like 'er out of the country? Keepin' Chinese hookers out the way so that Geordie girls can 'ave chance to get a job? Yer fink-
Gav frowns as the crowd drowns him out, the chant ringing around the arena “HANA'S GONNA KILL YA!” as in the ring, the Korean removes her Dobok jacket down to her wrestling attire with a snarling tiger face.
Gav: That's what you fink! 'old the mic Shazza, this ain't gonna take me long!
With that said, the Chav slides into the ring, ready for a brawl! |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:27:54 GMT
Hana Park v Gav the Chav
As Gav slides into the ring, the bell rings and the Chav is immediately up on his feet, throwing punches at Hana. The Korean blocks the strikes, swatting them to the side as she ducks to the side and throws back with a number of quick kicks, hopping from foot to foot as Gav drops back, Hana advancing as she spins and hits a Snapmare, throwing a shoot kick to the back of Gav, the strikes echo around the arena as the Chav makes his way back to his feet, he turns around...
...and straight into a double palm strike to the sternum from the Korean, Hana lets out a shout of “HADUKEN!” as she connects and knocks Gav back into the ropes. Irish Whip by Hana, reversal by the larger Gav, Hana bounces off the ropes, backdrop by Gav... Hana lands on her feet and dives into Gav with a chop block! Gav hits the mat hard as Hana rose back to her feet, targeting the knee with kicks before holding the leg and dropping down with a DDT to the foot. Gav rolls onto his knees as Hana moves to the corner, waiting on Gav to make an effort to get back to his feet... Shazza clambering onto the apron getting in Hana's face... and gets a faceful of blue mist as Hana turns back to Gav, knocking the blinded and blue Shaz to the floor with a Spinning Backfist and launches out with a Superkick connecting with the chin!
Gav stays on his feet, shakily keeping his vertical base as Hana launches out with a second superkick to the uninjured leg, dropping Gav to his knees before launching out with a spinning hook kick, knocking Gav flat on his back. Wasting no time, Hana moves to the corner, vaulting up to the top rope, leaping forward into a corkscrew Shooting Star Press!
Lateral press with a forearm across the face...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the predictable result ensues!
WINNER in 02:32: Hana Park |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:28:24 GMT
The camera cuts from ringside to a pre-recorded video. Cross Recoba walks into the shot wearing a black, white, and pink Palermo SS training top. In the background we see the latest member of the New Management Enforcers, Hunter Storms, enter a wrestling ring. The ring attire from Storms suggests he won’t be doing the talking to the camera.
Cross Recoba: Welcome, grapple fans, to a reminder as to why The Enforcers are THE rightful heirs to the UKWF Tag-Team Titles!
The sound of doors opening in the background fills the room, the camera pans to show athletes enter the room. Some come in ring gear, their hands taped up - evidently bare-knuckle boxers. Others congregate in groups and proudly wear ‘Loughborough University’. The rest are a mixture of people ranging from those who have traps on their traps to those who look like they would stab you if you even ordered the same drink as them.
Cross Recoba: Welcome, gentlemen. If I can just have your attention.
The mishmash of people turn to Recoba who has set a briefcase down on the table.
Cross Recoba: Today you have all been promised the same thing - £10,000 for ANY man who can take my guy, Hunter Storms, off his feet! Now...I know what you’re thinking - do I have to be the first guy to do it? The answer is, no. It’s simple. Form an orderly queue - we know you Brits love to do that. Then you step into the ring and it’s a battle to stay on your feet and knock Hunter off his. As soon as the guy in front of you hits the deck then you enter. Are we clear?
The group all seem to be nodding their heads and making noises of confirmation.
Cross Recoba: Great, let’s get the first person in while we’re all raring to go!
The first person enters,a man who, by all accounts, looks like a photofit of a photofit. He rushes at Hunter and steps right into a Quarrel Bomber and he’s out! The next guy, a university rugby player as tall as he is wide, follows and lasts as long before being lifted into the air and left to land on his face. Recoba turns to the camera again to address the crowd while the soundtrack is filled with the boom of the mat as Storms starts to make quick work of the gathered men.
Cross Recoba: You see, this isn’t just a message to the fans. It’s one to the UKWF, but especially the Master Sisters…
Hunter is currently in the middle of dispatching a bare-knuckle boxer, catching his straight right and lifting him into the Chopping Block.
Cross Recoba: You currently hold something that, really, shouldn’t belong to you. You’re, somehow...the UKWF Tag Team Champions. How does that make you feel? Proud?Like you’ve accomplished something? You’re the least worthy title holders in the company - do you know what I think about that?
Voice: HORSESHIT!
The camera shows a local bodybuilder who has just been on the receiving end of the Omega Catastrophe Drop rolling out the ring holding his neck.
Cross Recoba: That guy put it best - it’s absolute horseshit! Do you think for all your intelligence you can outwit me in the ring? Do you think you can out-think a master strategist? Better yet - you can see how Hunter’s warming up to face Alyssa Drew, Valkyrie, and Kincaid. What’s an IQ going to do to stop him? What’s all the aerial ability in the world going to achieve when all you’ll be using it for is to go higher and further as Storms sends you hurtling towards the mat…
All while Cross is delivering his message the soundtrack of athletes failing to reach the cash prize can be heard. The latest is slumped in the corner, the recipient of a Spinal Adjustment.
Cross Recoba: You’re not pulling your weight for the cause of New Management and we’re here to make sure that EVERYONE falls in line! This isn’t going to be a bloodbath - this is just about knowing the pecking order around here and right now - we’re the best the company has to offer! Hunter- you got anything you want to add?
Storms is working on his last victim. The victim goes for a haymaker but Storms steps back before unleashing a roaring running European Uppercut!
Hunter Storms: CHA-CHING, BITCH!
Cross Recoba: Back to you, Barry and Kerry, live at ringside!
The camera cuts back to the ring. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:29:01 GMT
The Jewish Hammers v The Jonin Gang
When we come to the ring for our next bout the Jewish Hammers are in one corner getting ready to turn and face their opponents while said opponents, the Jonin Gang, are already facing the center of the ring. The official waves both teams into the center of the ring with the intent of starting the match. All four men shake hands, first with the man across from them and then the man diagonal. As Hammerstein and Aidan Fraser exit the ring, they take the time to also shake the referee’s hand on the way to the apron at their respective corners. With the Jew Blazer and Oliver Stone now ready to begin, the bell rings as both men begin to circle one another, feeling out the match’s pace. As they begin to close in on one another, Blazer reaches out….and they shake hands again!
The duo breaks up, beginning to appear as if the match will actually start. When Blazer circles out to the Jonin Gang’s corner, Aidan reaches out to grab him by the shoulder and spins him around…..only to shake Blazer’s hand! The crowd cheers a bit, but many are still confused. Hammerstein immediately steps into the ring, swiftly running over to “protect” his partner...by grabbing Oliver Stone and pushing him back to the corner! Hammerstein reaches out…
...and shakes Oliver Stone’s hand!
The crowd starts to play along well, breaking out into a chant of “SHAKE THEIR HANDS! SHAKE THEIR HANDS!” Hammerstein moves out from the corner, looking out into the crowd and pointing around. Hammerstein then jumps through the ropes, out of the ring….and starts shaking the fans’ hands! Soon, Aidan comes out to the floor to confront him...and starts shaking the same fans’ hands after Hammerstein! Jew Blazer now...and finally Oliver Stone...now a whole chain of hand-shaking all along the front row! The crowd is going wild...so wild, nobody can hear the official begin counting them all out!
“1! 2! 3! 4! 5!”
Hammerstein stops after completing a full circle, going back onto the apron and walking around the ring back towards a neutral corner. Oliver and Blazer roll back into the ring, and Aiden uses the ring steps to get back to his spot. Blazer and Oliver meet once again in the center of the ring, as the count has now been broken. The referee instructs the men to begin to wrestle. The men lock up - and sadly, no handshakes occur. Blazer is first to gain a hold by getting Oliver into a side headlock. Oliver steps back to the ropes, pushing Blazer off and leapfrogging him when he comes back in his direction. Oliver goes for a hip-toss, but Blazer counters with an arm drag takedown. Both men pop back up, and Oliver is the one to return with a snapping arm drag. Again, both men pop right back up to their feet...and Blazer grips Oliver by both hands, holding his thumbs down with his own!
“THUMB WAR!”
The two lock together in a mad struggle, moving all around the ring, both men trying to place their thumb over the opponent’s. Oliver seems to have an advantage, dropping Blazer down to one knee and holding the thumbs firmly while applying tension to the wrist and elbow. Blazer puts a foot in between their arms, flipping Oliver over onto his back in an armbar position...which he uses to get his thumb back over the top of Stone’s, holding his elbow with the other hand while leaning back into the armbar! The crowd starts to roar in approval, while Oliver writhes around for a couple of moments. Oliver rolls around to where he is on his tiptoes, trying to stand up and pick the Jew Blazer up off his own feet. Oliver lifts Blazer into a powerbomb...with his thumb still underneath Blazer’s...but Blazer lets go altogether and rolls Oliver across the ring with a hurricanrana, drawing massive cheers from the capacity crowd in attendance!
Oliver tags out to Aidan, who takes a little bit of time entering into the ring. Blazer also tags out, with the big Hammerstein coming in. As the journeyman enters the ring, his partner holds up a hand, palm outward.
'STOP....!'
Both members of the Jonin Gang freeze!
'HAMMER TIME!'
As the Blazer gives the cue, Hammerstein launches across the ring in his best Hammer dance, bringing another huge reaction from the crowd. The move has a purpose, however, as Hammerstein demonstrates a moment later, when he rams an elbow into Fraser's face, taking him down! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--Kickout by Fraser!
As Hammerstein rolls to his feet, he makes as if to rip his shirt...only to find he does not have one! Blazer helpfully hands him a 'New Management Enforcers' shirt, however, which The Hammer promptly rips apart. Then, seeing Aidan get to his feet, he steps forward and winds up one punch, which connects. Hammerstein winds up again, and delivers a second, which also finds his mark. Then, pulling his arm back once more, he winds the third one up extra-hard, taking Fraser down with it! As his opponent goes down, Hammerstein puts a hand to, first his left ear, then his right, before leaping into the air and connecting with a big leg drop onto Aidan!! He covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
---Stone breaks it up!!
Hammerstein rolls through to his feet and stares down the second member of Jonin for a long moment...before holding both his hands out, palm outward. Stone grins, placing his own two hands on top of Hammerstein's, but with the palms facing downward. Hammerstein gives a silent count...and the two promptly engage in a game of patty-cake!
The referee, however, is growing exasperated at this point, and promptly comes over to put an end to the shenanigans. The crowd express their displeasure as he breaks up the game, orders Oliver Stone back to his corner, and tells Hammerstein to wrestle! The Hammer has a word with the official, attempting to make him understand, but he stands firm, and the journeyman has no choice but to step back in towards Fraser, who is just now getting to his feet.
Before he can do anything by way of a move, however, Hammerstein is surprised by an unusual offence by the Jonin Gang member. Fraser appears to be throwing an invisible projectile at him, while – on the turnbuckle – his partner frantically mashes on an invisible controller! Realising what is happening, The Hammer plays along, sending himself stumbling into the ropes. Fraser takes advantage, rushing at him with a running forearm which further causes Hammerstein to lose balance, before capitalising with a jumping hurricanrana, which sends The Hammer sprawling across the mat.
Before Fraser can capitalise further, however, he finds himself at the receiving end of a few pointed comments from The Jew Blazer. The Jonin Gang member has the decency to apologise, however, and offers a conciliatory hand. The Blazer hesitates for a moment, but eventually – and to the delight of the crowd – shakes it, effectively making peace with his opponent!
Having gained the Blazer's permission to continue wrestling, Fraser steps in towards Hammerstein, who is just now getting up to his feet. Seeing his chance, the Jonin Gang member leans in and picks his opponent up, deadlifting him into the delayed German suplex he calls the Genocide Breaker!
Just as he is bringing Hammerstein up, however, he is able to somehow writhe free from the move, simultaneously grabbing Fraser's head. The crowd explodes as he leaps into the air, and reverses Fraser's attempted finishing manoeuvre into his own Da Cutter Cutter, planting his opponent! He drops down, rolls Aidan over, and covers!
ONE!
Oliver Stone steps into the ring!
TWO!
The Jew Blazer whooshes over, hitting him in the chest with both hands as he 'flies' and sending him hurtling back just long enough for the referee to count...
THREE!
...and the Jewish Hammers to win!
WINNERS in 06:01: The Jewish Hammers
After the match, the crowd gives all four performers a round of applause, as Jonin lift the Hammers' hands and they all begin to shake again. An exasperated referee, not wanting the whole thing to start over again, promptly separates the foursome, who look disgruntled for a moment, but then begin to make their way up the ramp in pairs, showered by the cheers and applause of the crowd.
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:29:36 GMT
Atypical of most entrances in professional wrestling, the next two people to enter the ring do so without any entrance music. Greeted by a very warm reception from the crowd, they are Madman Szalinski and Blaise Fader. While Blaise is dressed to compete, Madman is not. He is however dressed in a “I’ll Give You $20 To Tell Me Which Backstreet Boy Is Milo Yiannopoulos” T-shirt. That and his trademark blue and red mask, of course.
Madman and Blaise leap onto the ring apron in unison, Madman holding the ropes for Blaise. She shakes her head, saying she should be the one holding the ropes. Madman’s stoic response is what we would expect: “Fuck that.” They both finally enter the ring, with Madman reaching for a microphone.
Madman takes a moment before speaking, looking around the crowd that is oozing with anticipation.
Madman Szalinski: …
Szalinski glares around at the crowd through his mask. A large swath of chants begin to roar throughout the crowd.
“GOD DAMN SON! GOD DAMN SON!”
Madman cannot help but grin as he raises the microphone.
Madman Szalinski: Hang on a second, guys, I swear it's coming.
Chuckling to himself, Madman builds a little bit more suspense and waits for the chants to begin to die down. The crowd starts to finally hush, and he breaks it out of nowhere by yelling into the mic at the top of his lungs.
Madman Szalinski: GOD DAMN SON!
The crowd roars in approval at this approaching riot-like levels of intensity despite the vast majority, if not the entirety, of the crowd behind behind the masked man in the ring.
Madman Szalinski: There. I got the obvious out of the way. Now we can get started. Y'all might remember that a couple of months ago, I tried to come out here to tell you guys something. Something very important, and something that I felt necessary to tell you. And as we all might recollect, I wound up having to elbow some idiot named Gav The Chav in the face six or seven times. Then I thought I would tease y'all with getting into that ladder match. I'm sorry, but the truth is I couldn't have competed in that match even if I wanted to. Stella wouldn’t let me. The only thing I'm here to do is make this announcement. Nothing more, nothing less.
A few disappointed boos ring out through the arena.
Madman Szalinski: So as much as I would love to help liberate another wrestling promotion from her hands, I'm sorry. You're going to need another revolutionary, because my fighting days are-
“Strength of a Thousand Men [Instrumental Core Remix]” by Two Steps From Hell blares out across the building, interrupting the aging veteran mid-sentence. Madman watches from the ring as Gaia Galanos emerges from the curtains to a thunderous cascade of boos. As she makes a beeline for the ring, Gaia ignores any words thrown in her direction from the audience around her. Gaia’s icy gaze remains on Szalinski the entire time until she’s standing in the ring. She walks directly past Madman AND Blaise, bumping into both of their shoulders in the process, displaying a measure of disrespect to both of them. It’s quite clear as Gaia reaches out and rips the microphone from the out-stretched ring announcer’s hand, that the former UKWF Tag Team Champion has a bit of a chip on her shoulder. She turns on her heels to face Madman rather promptly. Madman and Blaise both seem a bit puzzled by Gaia’s appearance, and thus Madman asks the first inquiry that comes to his mind.
Madman Szalinski: ....can I help you?
Gaia Galanos: I don't care what Stella says or anyone else here says. Ever since you returned mysteriously to the professional wrestling world, everyone has had to bare witness to an old man who just can't get it through his head that his time is over. In GPW, you had to stick your shifty, little fingers into the pot and stir it up. I looked to you for guidance at one point then you betrayed me just like you've betrayed everyone in your life.
Madman meets Gaia’s initial words to him with a mere wave of his hand.
Madman Szalinski: Go on…
Gaia Galanos: All of these fans are more than content to cheer you because, yes, at one time, you were worthy of all of the fanfare in the world, but look at you now.
The fans begin booing Gaia as she motions to Madman Szalinski.
Gaia Galanos: Now, they just do it because it's a formality for those considered to be legends in this business. There is only one reason to become a legend in this business, and that's to fall victim to the next legend of the sport. No doubt, Madman, you're a legend in this sport, but I am the next legend. You owe me this.
Madman Szalinski: Okay, settle down. Gaia, listen to me. Please.
Madman addresses Gaia with absolutely no shame or fear.
Madman Szalinski: Let’s get this out of the way right now. I do not owe you a damn thing.
Gaia’s face turns even more sour when Madman says this. Despite this, she remains silent as Madman continues.
Madman Szalinski: Now, I admit it. I made a mistake. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I would compound mistakes on top of mistakes like interest on a credit card. I was taking handfuls of pills in between booking meetings, I was meeting investors and media execs stoned out of my mind. I brought my dog to a meeting with the CEO of a network when I tried to get GPW a TV deal. And I got high in the parking garage before I went in.
Gaia Galanos: Your memory is fading, Madman, because you owe this to me more than you've ever owed anyone anything. And, that's saying something because I'm willing to bet there's still some third-world drug dealer beating down your door while you hide in a closet with a .357. Facts are, you helped me develop in GPW. I was fresh out of wrestling school, and you approached me. You mentored me. Then, in one fell swoop, you threw it all away. You threw everything away, and laughed as a certain group of girls tried to tear down everything I had built as the GPW World Champion. You owe me for your betrayal, Madman, and there's only one way I will accept payment. I want you one-on-one in this ring at Anniversary of Aggression!
Madman Szalinski: THAT’s what you’re dwelling on? You know how that little group of girls came to be that you’re talking about? They were a bunch of wrestlers trying to make a living out of doing what they loved to do. Just. Like. You. And they were willing to do whatever it took. Even if that involved playing politics with an old legend who’s washed up off their rocker.
Madman moves away from Gaia for a moment, turning his attention towards the crowd in attendance. He makes sure to point back at Gaia, however, to let them know who he is talking about.
Madman Szalinski: Let me explain something to you fans. THIS woman right here has a problem with me because I used to be a promoter in a place called GPW. Girl Power Wrestling. I got a lot of people their first shot in the spotlight. Like Gaia Galanos right here. Anyways...I also had this one group of girls who were running one of those controversial “ooh, they’re talking about backstage politics” type deals. Some of those girls used to work here, actually. Well, this obviously didn’t go over well, and I knew it wouldn’t. So the night we set that all up, I left the company and did a shitton of drugs for six months or something like that...I don’t know, apparently I said something on the radio about La-
Gaia suddenly clutches Madman’s collar, and backs him up a few steps. She nearly lifts him off of his feet as [Blaise moves in to intercept the situation.] Meanwhile, Madman puts out a hand and assures Blaise that he’s fine.
Madman Szalinski: It’s okay! I swear. She won’t do anything.
The multiple-time world champion puts his hand over Gaia’s in a thumbless grip.
Madman Szalinski: She really doesn’t want to. She knows better. I taught her better than to blow her load before the bell rings. Let go of my shirt. Please.
Gaia shakes Madman’s collar and gets closer to his face.
Gaia Galanos: All I want to hear out of your mouth is: ‘I accept your challenge, Gaia.’
Madman Szalinski: I can’t do that. I’m sorry, Gaia. But I can’t do that.
Gaia Galanos: And, why can’t you, J? You and your stupid girlfriend could help a few idiots turn on me. You could take the time to tweet from a fictional Twitter account for some stupid dog just to bring in a penny or two more.
This prompts the crowd to burst out into cheers, along with a chant of “PEACH THE PUPPY!” followed by the rhythmic clap afterwards.
Gaia Galanos: But, you can't take the time to give me the courtesy that you owe me for your betrayal? Peach should be ashamed of such a coward. It's a good thing she died so she doesn't have to see what you've become.
Galanos releases Madman and shoves him away then glares around at the crowd as they continue chanting: “PEACH THE PUPPY!” The former GPW World Champion looks disgusted as she stabs a finger out toward the audience.
Gaia Galanos: And, all of you are to blame for that stupid skatá becoming mainstream in this sport! You idiots ate it up like a bunch of swine to the slop bucket!
The audience rains their hate down on Gaia Galanos, but she blows them off as her attention returns to Madman Szalinski once more. As soon as it does, Gaia does succeed in getting a heightened reaction from the masked man...
Madman Szalinski: Jesus tap dancing Christ! Chill the fuck out, Joan of Arc! If you really want some sense slapped into your damn head, why don’t you ask Blaise to do it? I don’t have time for this right now. I’m sorry you have some kind of a grudge, but damn it, let me just say my peace and get the hell out of here! Okay? Isn’t that what you want? For me to go away so you can have more time in the spotlight? Does your ego need a tan?
Gaia Galanos: This has nothing to do with Blaise. Blaise versus Gaia Galanos can happen whenever. I have been a champion. Multiple times. I have beaten people that no one ever believed would be beaten. But, I am still wanting. Not only do I just want to kick your ass for wronging me, but I want your legacy, Madman. I want to tear down that empire you created so I can build my own empire in this god-forsaken sport. So, do the right thing, old man, and accept my challenge.
Gaia pauses long enough for Madman to answer, but he still remains silent. A second later, she lays right back into him.
Gaia Galanos: Do I have to take alternative measures? I’ll walk to your house and beat down your girlfriend if that’s what it takes. Do I need to go dig up Peach’s corpse and toss her on your doorstep?
Madman Szalinski: Look, if you really want this, fine! You got it! Just don’t get salty if I got enough left in me to embarrass your ass…
Gaia smirks as Madman accepts the match.
Madman Szalinski: Rookie.
Before Gaia can react Madman has dropped onto his back, rolling underneath the bottom rope. He leaves the microphone in the ring and stands beside a horrified Blaise Fader, telling her that “fuck it, why not?” Blaise’s response can’t be heard, but from the pale look on her face and the shaking of her head it would seem she is asking Madman not to do the match. Back in the ring, a very small, almost invisible smirk has appeared on Gaia Galanos’ face. The scene ends with the crowd cheering at the events beforehand, Madman and Gaia staring each other down from their positions and Blaise looking back and forth between the two with concern. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:33:32 GMT
James Edwards v. Lowri Moss
After Lowri Moss and James Edwards make their entrances, the referee calls for the bell as both competitors move in toward the center of the ring. They slap hands before they begin circling. Both fighters come to a halt before engaging in a neck-and-collar tie up in the middle. Edwards immediately displays that he is, indeed, the stronger of the two as he shoves her backwards. But, Lowri suddenly shows that she can handle her own in that department as she plants her feet, pivots, and shoves James back first into the corner. She immediately releases him and backs away with a satisfied smile on her face. The crowd cheers as James says something inaudible to us to Lowri. Lowri nods, agreeing to whatever it is, and within seconds, they are engaged in another tie up, but this time knuckle-to-knuckle. James pushes Lowri back once again, this time into a back-bend and Lowri displays wonderful flexibility. Realizing he can’t get her shoulders to the mat, James brings her back out of the back-bend. James immediately hooks her arm over his head and goes to hit a Northern Lights suplex, but Lowri flips through it!
She immediately hits the ropes and comes rebounding back. When she does, James is ready for her as he tilt-a-whirls her probably looking for a backbreaker, but Lowri has other plans as she takes James down with a headscissors takedown! James is immediately back on his feet. Unfortunately, he runs right into a spinning heel kick, leveling him. Lowri immediately rebounds off the far ropes and comes back with an attempt at a Shining Wizard, but James drops down on his back in time to avoid it. Lowri lands on her feet and just keeps running, rebounding off the ropes again only to find herself on the receiving end of a Snap Powerslam! James wisely goes straight for the pin.
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2-KICKOUT!
Lowri still has too much left in her, but James is able to peel her up off of the canvas and firing off a quick snap suplex to ground Lowri once more. He floats over into the pinfall attempt, but Lowri surprises him with a reversal into a small package!
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James barely gets out of the small package as some of the crowd groans. James immediately gets to his feet and fires off a sick roundhouse for Lowri’s head as she’s trying to get to her feet. No one home as Lowri ducks underneath. When Edwards turns back toward her, she catches the leg and snaps off a quickly executed Dragon Screw Legwhip! The leg jerk move causes James A LOT of pain, giving Lowri the opportunity to catch her breath. After a second or two, she sees that James is beginning to get back to his feet. He hobbles a bit as he does thanks to the leg whip. This is when Lowri rebounds off the ropes again and this time lands perfectly with the Shining Wizard, knocking Edwards out-cold! Lowri immediately scrambles for the pinfall attempt, but James had just enough consciousness to roll out of the ring before she can!
Lowri holds her head in frustration knowing that she had the former Broadcast Champion defeated. She jumps back to her feet though when she notices that James Edwards is getting back to his feet. Moss waste little time, realizing she still has the match within her grasp, as she springboards herself over the ropes into a flying crossbody! But, Edwards is ready for it as he drops backwards with a smart double-knee to Lowri’s midsection. Lowri’s lungs are completely blown as she squirms around on the ground, trying to catch her breath.
Showing his experience, James Edwards immediately pulls Lowri to her feet in a front facelock and rolls her into the ring. Edwards follows suit as Lowri rolls to her feet, knowing she needs to mount a defense. She throws a wild roundhouse at Edwards, but she’s too slow thanks to the improvised lungblower. Edwards easily transitions her attempted roundhouse into a Heel Hook! Lowri cries out in pain as she finds herself in the center of the ring within the lock of Edwards’ devastating submission. The referee asks Lowri if she wants to submit, but she shakes her head and yells out ‘no’ desparately as she reaches out for the ropes unsuccessfully.
“THAT’S CALLED EXPERIENCE,” James shouts at Lowri as she feels every bit of the pain of from the submission. Her face twists into one that says she’s accepted the secret challenge James Edwards just made to her as she uses her strong hips to twist the base of the submission move so that the momentum sends her rolling toward the ropes! She hugs the ropes as the crowd begins cheering loudly and the referee gets Edwards to break the hold. That’s when James Edwards stands up and takes the center of the ring. He sizes Lowri up as she pushes herself back to her feet. Lowri turns only to find herself in the wheelhouse of Edwards’ running Bicycle Knee, Second Gospel!
She sidesteps and allows Edwards to go crashing into the corner. Lowri sees her moment as she sizes James up for her Superkick. When he finally gets to his feet and Lowri is about to hit him with the Breuddwydion Melus, but something catches her eye at the entrance tunnel: Noah Reigner with his Broadcast Championship gleaming over his shoulder. James didn’t notice the very slight distraction, but it was the small window he needed because, when Lowri goes for the Superkick, he ducks underneath, kicks Lowri in the gut, utilizes a rolling snapmare, runs the ropes, and rebounds with a sickening Violent Gospel! Wasting no time, he drops into the cover.
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3!
WINNER in 9:48: James Edwards!
Upon returning to his feet, his music begins playing again as he’s announced the winner and the referee raises his hand. James Edwards helps Lowri to her feet and shakes her hand before leaving the ring. When he’s headed up the ramp, he comes face-to-face with none-other-than the Broadcast Champion himself, Noah Reigner, who just grins at him, knowing he could have just made the difference in that match. James scowls at him, but for the most part just walks past him as Noah says some inaudible words to his rival. After Edwards leaves, Reigner turns his attention to Lowri Moss who is back on her feet and motioning around her waist that the Broadcast title will be coming home with her at the next show. Noah just shakes his head with a smug grin as the scene cuts to a commercial break.
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:36:12 GMT
The following match is preceded by a quick but effective video package, showing highlights of the trios match from Violent Valentine's which saw Wasabi, Lopez and Oliver Price take on the trio known as Bonded by Blood. In particular, the video highlights some of the most exciting moments from Wasabi, as well as some of the more impactful manoeuvres from his team-mates. The ending comes with Aiden Deimos hitting a slow-motion move on Oliver Price, perfectly setting the tone for the two-on-two rematch between the two teams!
Wasabi and Francisco Lopez vs Bonded in Blood
The bell rings and it's Wasabi and Aiden Deimos who take the middle of the ring. Wasabi is all high energy movement, bouncing lithely on his feet and every once in a while taking a quick half dart in toward Aiden. Finally, Wasabi drops low and goes to pick the other mans ankle. The Demon of Camden is ready, snapping his ankle backward and taking a quick step back. He reaches down to grab at Wasabi's hand and is stunned when the other man reaches up and snatches his in return. Wasabi uses Aiden pulling back his hand to suddenly spring to his feet, angling his hips sideways to swing Aiden end over end with an arm drag. Aiden is experienced enough to take the move in a quick roll off his hip. He's already on his feet when Wasabi comes charging across the ring at him. It's a quick slip to the right, a hand on the back of the head and a switch of his own hips that allows Aiden to send Wasabi flying out to the apron.
Irritated, Aiden goes to suplex him over the ropes only for Wasabi to throw a low shoulder block to his midsection that doubles him over. Resting on the middle rope, Aiden is helpless as Wasabi springs into a front roll over his back into the ring. Aiden is visibly irritated with his inability to keep up with the other man's speed but luckily for him when Wasabi rips across the ring Marcus LeVine takes a cheap shot from behind to the back of his head. It's all the opening Aiden needs to charge across the ring and nail him with a big running shoulderblock that knocks him end over end. He scoops Wasabi up, taking advantage of his temporarily confused state to whip him up over his head to the canvas. He floats over to make a cover.
ONE!
T – Before there can even be a two count Wasabi pops a shoulder up off the canvas!
Aiden looks over to his corner and gives a bit of a quick nod to LeVine for opening up the opportunity. At the other corner, Francisco Lopez paces back and forth and shouts for his partner to make a tag. Aiden pulls his opponent to the corner and makes a tag. Marcus gets into the ring and both men hook their opponent up for a suple. They lift Wasabi up in the air and then slam him down, face first with a massive double gourdbuster! Marcus slides in and makes another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
The two count is longer, this time, and it's enough to make the audience suck in a surprised breath even at this early juncture. Aiden climbs out to the apron while Marcus slides out to the floor and pulls Wasabi out by his ankle. He looks over at Cassie Sykes with a wicked grin, before suddenly yanking hard on Wasabi's leg and sending him tumbling out onto the floor. This is more than Francisco Lopez can handle. The man without fear hops down to the floor and comes stalking around the ring, his eyes locked on Marcus. LeVine decides discretion is the better part of valor and he slides back into the ring while Francisco tends to his partner. He moves to help Wasabi up, but the masked man shakes his head and refuses the help. Francisco points at LeVine and Wasabi uses the confusion to slide under the ropes back into the ring.
Once Lopez has moved off to the other side of the ring, LeVine goes back in on the attack again. He angles the arm of Wasabi, putting his palm flat against the ground before he jumps up in the air and stomps down on his opponents elbow. The effect is jarring, and Wasabi cries out in pain. He rolls off to one side and tries to shake off the instant pins and needles racing up his arm. That delay in movement, the moment when he's focused on his arm instead of defending himself allows The Technician to rush across the ring and bounce off the ropes. He clocks Wasabi in the side of the head with a modified Headshot! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Wasabi kicks a shoulder up defiantly! The force of the kickout is enough to turn him all the way over onto his stomach. LeVine shakes his head, seemingly amused, and gives him a quick kick to the face. Wasabi plants his hands under him and gets to his knees, only to eat another shot to the head. He fights his way back to his feet and steps into the breach, throwing a series of quick open handed shots that stagger his opponent. Then, suddenly, he snaps a wicked twisting side kick to the stomach that doubles over Marcus. Then he throws another that smacks the other man in the upper chest. When Levine's head snaps up, Wasabi suddenly grabs him by the head and plants him to the canvas with a Diamond Cutter!
Wasabi, having made some space, staggers into the corner and climbs the ropes to the top. Aiden takes a few steps toward him that the referee puts an end too quickly. When Levine rises to his feet he dives off the top rope. He catches him on the way down, whipping around and spinning him to the canvas with a diving hurracanrana! Wasabi lands on top!
ONE!
TWO!
Marcus kicks out! Wasabi is stunned, looking for his tag partner having exhausted himself with that latest bit of offense. Finally, after an agonizing thirty seconds, he locks his eyes on the corner. He crawls on his hands and knees for the corner, reaching out for Lopez. The Man Without Fear tries to lean in as far as he can to make the tag easier, but he still can't get to it. Meanwhile, Marcus LeVine has used the ropes on the other side to pull himself up. He heads for the corner for a moment until Aiden points out Wasabi attempting to make the tag. He changes his mind and heads after him. He grabs him by the foot and tries to make it back to his corner, only for Wasabi to hop up and get a foot underneath him. Then, suddenly, he twists around and cracks Levine in the side of the head with a leaping enzuiguri! Both men are down!
As we've seen a dozen times before, things have been reset and both men desperately crawl for a tag. It's Aiden who gets a tag first, a half a second before Lopez gets his tag. They both rush into the ring and charge each other, exchanging heavy blows. After a trio of punches Lopez takes the advantage with a monsterous muay thai style kick right to the chest! Aiden curses and Lopez throws another one this time to the leg! Aiden drops to one knee only to get smashed with another kick! And another! Lopez takes a step back, letting out a primal roar as he connects with a final, brutal Warrior Kick to the head! Aiden is down and Lopez makes another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
T -
No! This time Aiden just barely gets his shoulder off the mat. Lopez grabs a hold of him, pulling his arm toward him and sliding it around his shin. He goes to turn over, looking for God's Vengeance but Aiden is smart enough to roll with the move and unhook his arm. When Lopez goes to come back to his feet, he pounces on him and looks to pull his arm to the canvas for the Demons End! He can't get it on though, as Lopez pulls himself loose and quickly gets to his feet. With both men neutral again, Lopez takes over with a series of shoulderblocks in the corner. Cassie Sykes moves toward the ring, climbing up onto the apron. The referee goes to stop her from getting involved only for Marcus LeVine to take advantage of the distraction and hop into the ring. Lopez is momentarily distracted and Aiden shoves him backward right into Kill Him Softly!
Marcus dives out of the ring as Aiden grabs Lopez and pulls him up to his feet! He yanks him back toward the corner, hooking him in for a huge exploder suplex into the corner! Lopez is dropped right on his head. He rises on shaky feet, as Aiden hits the opposite ropes and comes flying into the ring with a brutal corner dropkick! Lopez collapses out of the corner and falls onto his face! Aiden dives onto him to make a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! The closest nearfall yet brings a cheering audience to its feet as Aiden looks absolutely awestruck with what has just happened! He shakes his head and goes to pull Lopez up again, looking to finish him off only for Lopez to suddenly snap up a devastating european uppercut! Aiden staggers as he hits the ropes, bouncing off the middle for the Flying Shoryuken! Lopez lands on his knees, pounding the mat and psyching himself up. Then, he moves to the other side of the ring and grabs Marcus, yanking him over the ropes and pulling him into the ring. He throws LeVine to one side of the ring and rips across it to hit him with a big clothesline, and then turns the other way to come back at Aiden and nail him with a gigantic Holy Kick!
Things are breaking down as Marcus comes back out of the corner at Lopez only for Wasabi to suddenly come flying in from offscreen with a gigantic crossbody block! Marcus gets up to his feet, only for Lopez to grab him by the scruff of his neck and toss him through the ropes to the floor. He directs traffic, pointing to the floor. Wasabi hits the opposite ropes and flies to the floor with a big tope con hilo! But by now, Aiden has recovered and when Lopez turns to finish him off he suddenly finds himself hooked in a reverse DDT position! Aiden whips him in and under in a brutal rolling cutting! He makes the cover! A rare misstep by a UKWF official leads to him counting a fall on someone who isn't the legal man!
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TWO!
Wasabi just barely breaks it up, diving onto the pile! Frustrated, Aiden quickly gets to his feet and gives the smaller man a brutal slap to the face. He grabs his mask by the eye holes, using it to yank him into the corner and batter him with brutal back elbows. He pulls him up to the top rope, climbing up and setting him in place for a superplex. As he hooks him though, Wasabi sunset flips over him to land on his feet. He hops around and dropkicks Aiden in both of his knee. The referee seems to have lost all control as Wasabi rolls under the ropes back to his corner.
By now Lopez climbs up onto the apron, puzzled by what's just happened, and gets into the ring. He goes in to attack Aiden, but suddenly Marcus LeVine pops out of nowhere and pulls Wasabi off the apron! He crashes hard into the barricade and Lopez turns around to see what's happening. That brief moment of distraction gives Aiden another opening, He hits a big clothesline to the back of Lopez and then, while he's staggered, hooks in a pumphandle. He takes him up and plants him down with Hells Gate!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And Bonded by Blood pick up a big win!
WINNERS in 09:01: Bonded by Blood |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 28, 2017 22:37:09 GMT
The camera cuts backstage, to find the New Management Enforcers walking down a hallway, heading for the ring for their match. The men seem strangely pleased with themselves, sharing grins of self-satisfaction; Cross in particular is grinning contentedly as he makes his way to the ring alongside his team-mates. As the camera pans up and over their shoulders, however, a commotion becomes visible just behind them; EMTs are attending to a fallen wrestler, who seems to have been attacked not too long ago.
Baz: Crikey! 'Oo's that?
Kerry: I suppose we shall see in a moment...
The colour commentator's prediction proves accurate, as a moment later, the wrestler is helped to his feet by the medical technicians, allowing viewers to see that it is Nate Krelle.
Baz: Th' new lad?! 'Oo d'yer think would attack 'im? 'E don't know anyone, like?
Kerry: Oh, it could be just anyone, dear. Perhaps that chap from the bout earlier?
Baz:Yeh...could be...
The identity of the attacker, however, remains uncertain, as Krelle is helped to a nearby stretcher and the camera cuts back to ringside. |
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