UKWF Anniversary of Aggression RESULTS!!

[UKWF]

At the usual time, on the usual streaming network...the first few chords of Happy Birthday play where an open punk chord would have normally been heard. It does not take long, however, for the status quo to be restored, as 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight' starts playing and the usual montage of wrestling moves begins. This comes to an end, as ever, on a title card – one which is, on this instance, dolled up with extra birthday cake, confetti and fireworks graphics, signalling the special nature of the occasion:

UKWF ANNIVERSARY OF AGGRESSION

From there, the feed cuts to inside a jam-packed, standing-room-only Electric Ballroom, where the volume is absolutely deafening. The camera barely has room to move as it does its usual pan of the front rows, zooming in now and again on a particularly eye-catching sign:

N-UMPTIES & M-ASSIVE E-LITISTS

RISE OF THE VALKYRIE

B(L)A(IS)E (with B-A-E highlighted)

MADMAN? THIS IS SPARTA!

From there, the feed cuts to the announce table, where Barry has pulled out his Sunday best for this special occasion.

Barry Jones: 'Ello, all! Welcome ter this very special ANNIVERSARY edition of UKWF! I'm Baz Jones, 'ere with me luvly gel Kerry, an' blimey, do we 'ave a show ternigh' or wot, Kerr?

Kerry Buckingham, however, does not seem overly excited:

Kerry Buckingham: It is...all right, I suppose. Parts of it.

Baz: All righ'?! We 'ave ev'ry title on th' line! Includin' a pole match f'r the Broadcast title!

Kerry: Yes, but only the Tag Team Title match matters...

Baz: ...an'...an'...Gaier an' Madman!?

Kerry: An OAP and my least favourite person in this sport facing each other. Riveting. I can barely contain myself.

The sarcasm in the blonde's answer throws Barry off for a moment, but the East Londoner is nothing if not persistent, and is soon back on offence:

Baz: An' wha' abou' this four-corners tag match? That's gonner be a laugh, eh?

Kerry: I suppose...if you are easily amused...

Baz: Oh, I know wot you prob'ly wanner see. Yer mates from Management!

Kerry: Oh! Oh, yes, yes, quite. I do want to see the lads dispose of those other people.

Baz: See? I knew I'd find summat!

The cockney announcer chuckles, clearly pleased with himself, before adding:

Baz: Bu' that's later ternigh'! Comin' up next, it's the Broadcast title match! So don' go anywhere!

With that, the camera pans away from the announce table, gradually fading to black before transitioning backstage...

[UKWF]

James Edwards v Lowri Moss v Chris Ghensi

When the referee starts the match off, Lowri and James have decided amongst themselves they’ll have a test of strength among the three of them. When they go to clutch with their opponents knuckles, Lowri and James tie up, but Ghensi just stares at them like their stupid and kicks Edwards in the gut before catching Lowri in the side of the neck with a hard chop. He then catches James with a knee to the temple before turning back to Moss and taking her down with a hard headbutt. Ghensi unleashes a warcry causing the crowd to boo him. After a moment, Ghensi abruptly becomes entirely focused on one thing: the Broadcast Championship as he walks toward the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, he doesn’t notice that James has gotten to his feet and is charging in behind him. At the last second, Ghensi hears the footsteps and turns around just in time to have a first person point of view of Edwards’ boot as he hits the Pole Shift Kai (Yakuza Kick) into the corner, sending him stumbling right into Lowri’s Dropsault!

With Ghensi down, Lowri and James begin circling opposite of one another. When Edwards moves in on her, Lowri catches him with a swift armdrag. He immediately rises back up and rushes in again only to receive the same treatment. Each time the crowd cheers wildly. When James rushes toward her a third time, he stops abruptly before Lowri can snap off a third armdrag. She anticipated his arrival though, putting her in a bad position, and allowing James Edwards to snap off a release Saito Suplex. When Ghensi attempts to get back into the match, but Edwards has other ideas as he stings Ghensi with a swift low kick to the leg, staggering Chris enough for Edwards to hit Double Tap, dropping Chris Ghensi once who rolls out of the ring. Unbeknownst to James, Lowri is trying to steal the match as she wisely climbs the turnbuckle while all of this is going on. Just in time, James notices and immediately runs over to the corner and attempts to attack Lowri, BUT Lowri hears the footsteps and moonsaults clean over James, landing behind him. James attempts to counter with a rotating backfist, but Lowri wisely ducks underneath. When she pops back up, she attempts to kick James, but she gets caught. Just as Edwards is going to do something, he catches an enziguri to the temple. Lowri falls with him, but sees an opportunity as she claws her way toward the neutral turnbuckle where the title awaits upon the pole.

She gets to her feet, but sees that Edwards is getting up too so she springboards off the ropes and hits a Tornado DDT! The crowd is on their feet, urging Lowri to get up and go for the title. She does just that because right after the DDT, she has a huge adrenaline rush and just kips up to her feet before moving quickly to the turnbuckle. She climbs it and looks to be the victor of this match when a chair suddenly swats her in the back, sending her off the top and uncomfortably onto the barely padded concrete floor on the outside of the ring. The camera then shows The Lusus Naturae himself with a steel chair in hand. He seems pretty proud of his handy work as he slides the chair into the ring and slides in after it. At this point, Edwards is still in the process of getting back to his feet. And, as he does, Ghensi wraps the chair across his back, sending jolts of pain up his spine. James Edwards defiantly attempts to stay up, glaring Ghensi directly in the eyes. Ghensi puts an end to the defiance with a sickening chairshot to the skull. He shrugs while not realizing Lowri is springboarding off the ropes behind him! Or does he? Chris turns around and swats Lowri out of the air like a fly with his chosen weapon. A devious grin crosses his face as he turns and points over at the Broadcast Championship hanging above the neutral turnbuckle. The audience boos in response to his intentions, but ultimately have no bearing at what he does.

Ghensi heads to the top, dropping his chair along the way, and once he’s all the way up there, finds himself in prime position to win this thing. Unfortunately, there’s a scrap of steel hitting him in the back, and it hurts! Edwards had literally flung the chair at Ghensi’s spine as he was attempting to get the belt. Lowri suddenly springs up to her feet, spying an opportunity, she leaps onto the top rope and brings Ghensi down with a top rope German Suplex, Tree of Woeing herself then in an impressive display of core strength, sits up, and gets on top of the turnbuckle herself, looking for the win. But, Edwards clearly knew she was going to go after the strap because he was on that turnbuckle with her in a flash. Unfortunately, that’s a bad move on his part because Lowri is a lot more accustomed to being up top than Edwards. She easily gives him a couple of back elbows to stagger him long enough so she can swing around the pole and catch James in the chest with a double-boot, sending him flying off of the turnbuckle to land harshly on the canvas below.

At this point, this match has just become a dangerous game of King (well, Queen, in this case) of the Mountain as Chris Ghensi comes rushing toward the turnbuckle, looking to dethrone the Queen only to eat a boot to the face. When he comes back, Lowri locks in a front facelock and seems to be looking for a more traditional tornado DDT here. Halfway through the move though, Ghensi reverses it into a release Northern Lights Suplex! When Lowri gets to her feet, she walks right into a scoop up into the Concusser! But, wait! James Edwards times his run perfectly so that at the very second Ghensi executed the Concusser, and he was open to attack in a seated position that he is able to hit the Violent Gospel!

James Edwards climbs to the top rope, some of the Lowri fans boo, but most of the crowd cheers as he pulls the Broadcast Championship down to become the first 2-time champion in UKWF history!

WINNER in 12:23 and NEW UKWF Broadcast Champion: James Edwards!

Edwards is awarded the title by the referee as his music plays. The champion heads toward the back with the title. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Ghensi is getting back to his feet just in time to see James walking out with the title. He grimaces then turns to see Lowri getting to her feet. When she finally gets to her feet, she finds herself eye-to-eye with Chris Ghensi who shoves her out of his way after saying a few choice words to her then leaving.

[UKWF]

In a hallway somewhere in the back of The Electric Ballroom, the North Sea Champion sits. Alex Kincaid looks tired. His shoulders are slumped, his head is bowed, but his eyes are locked on the face of the championship he'll defend later in the night against Valkryie. He slowly runs his thumb over the face plate of the belt and takes a deep breath, staring down the hallway and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. 

: Look sharp, Champ! 

Like a shot, a bottle of water hurtles into Kincaid's lap, the lob cushioned by the title belt. Alex's eyes dart up, expecting a fight... but gets United Kingdom Champion, Blaise, Fader, instead, her respected belt slung proudly over her shoulder. She takes a swig from her own bottle of water. 

Blaise Fader: Just figured, with everythin' goin' on... s'important to stay hydrated, yeah? 

Kincaid frowns, looking at the water bottle uncertaintly. After a moments consideration he puts it on the ground next to him. 

Kincaid: Look, I've still got to defend my belt tonight alright? If you're here to chew me out for what happened...just wait till the show is over at least will you? I can take this from a lot of people right now, but you know you're one of my favorite people here. I really, really can't do this right now. 

Blaise Fader: Whoa there, lovey! I'm not here to do any chewin' out. Just wanted to wish you luck in your match tonight! I think we've both got our work cut out for us. 

He raises an eyebrow and puts his own belt across his shoulder, looking unconvinced. Slowly though, he relaxes.  

Kincaid: I'm on edge. Sorry, no one in the locker room believes me. Everybody thinks I've been in on what Alyssa was doing the whole time. You know, last time we were here Cross and I tore the house down. One of the greatest matches of my career. I love this building. And it drives me crazy that when I go out there tonight it's not just going to be the crowd that's against me, but everyone back here too. 

Blaise takes a knee, offering Kincaid a sympathetic nod.  

Blaise Fader: Well, I dunno if I can ease yer troubles this late in the game, but lemme give ya this: however the folks out there might feel, however some of us might feel back here, you've done yer best to carry that Title with honor, integrity, all that stuff, righ'? 

He nods. 

Kincaid: I've done my best to be the kind of champion this place deserves! The kind of wrestler they deserve to see every night. But everyone thinks that...wait. Wait, are you saying...You believe me don't you? You really do? 

Blaise Fader: Listen, I think a lot of stuff can go down out there. A lot of factors, variables an' the like that you can't do much to control. So, yeah, I think I do, mate. But whether I do or not, whether anybody else does or not, those are things you can't control. Only thing you can do is get out there fer yer match, an' give it yer all. You said ya wanna be the kind of champion this place deserves, that ya wanna show us who ya really are. What better way to do that than to fight with that same honor? 

Slowly, Kincaid gets to his feet. Blaise follows him up. The two champions stand there, and Alex extends a hand. Blaise shakes and he nods again, seeming a bit more energized. As he rounds a corner, she offers some final words. 

Blaise Fader: I can't wait to see who ya really are! 

With that, he's gone as she's left there with a tiny smile on her face and her title belt shining on her shoulder.

[UKWF]

Rayne Young vs. Eryn Tyme vs. Wulf Erikson

After getting cold-shouldered by 'The Anarchist' and the Australian daredevil, the Camden crowd is very welcoming of 'Miss Assitude' and her considerable...uhm...



Well, yeah. Her arse is huge and sways hypnotically. We can't all be masters of metaphor in the tradition of Jerry Lawler, alright?

So, while Ms. Tyme's precisely-choreographed entrance goes over well with the audience, it mostly just serves to irritate her opponents, who presumably prefer tits. Especially when Eryn continues her show after the official calls for the starting bell, evidently too wrapped up in the adulation to notice. Rayne Young decides he's had enough and marches over to the Irish girl - but by doing so he turns his back on Wulf Erikson. Big mistake: Wulf waits until Rayne is practically shoulder-to-shoulder with Eryn against the ropes, then runs in, leaps, grabs the top rope, and uses his legs to catch Rayne around the neck and flip him OVER to the outside! Rayne, completely unprepared, crashes hard and rolls over flat on his stomach!

Showing off shocking upper-body strength, the 'Silver Bullet' skins the cat and repeats the headscissors trick on Eryn - but, no longer distracted by her routine, Tyme catches his boots and pushes them down to the apron, leaving Wulf half-in and half-out of the ropes...and perfectly trapped in place for the succession of clubbing shots Eryn rains down on his pecs! The crowd AND the referee count as she wails away, with the former spurred on by Eryn's quick pace; they reach a full, noisy '10!' before the ref even gets to '4', and Eryn relents, giving Wulf one last gentle push to make him flop down through the ropes and roll off the apron, clutching his reddened chest.

Eryn turns her back on her two opponents and gives that bubble-butt another gratuitous shake, then heads for the opposite ropes, rebounding off for some momentum - SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP!

BUT SHE'S CAUGHT BY RAYNE! BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX THROWS TYME AGAINST THE UNYIELDING SECURITY RAILINGS!

A dry chuckle escapes Young's throat as he pulls himself up, looking at the tangled ruin that was Eryn Tyme with no little pride. Seeing as she's no current threat, the 'Cobra' of Maidenhead turns his attention to Erikson, now on all fours. A rising knee catches the Aussie in his still-tender chest, before he's wrapped up in a Gutwrench Suplex and deposited firmly on the cold floor - no, Wulf escapes with a bit of mid-air magic, landing on his feet and now holding one of Rayne's arms at the wrist. He twists it, pulling the Englishman off-balance, then hops onto the EXTREMELY precarious security railing, using it as a launchpad - and sends Rayne spilling with a Springboard Arm Drag!

Now it's Wulf's turn to switch priorities, and maybe get a little payback on Eryn, who's still curled in a ball but showing signs of life. Erikson forces her up with a double-handful of hair, then slings her back into the ring under the ropes. Eryn rolls over once and comes to a stop as Wulf ascends to the apron, takes a moment to judge the distance...hops onto the top rope - Springboard 450 Splash!

ERYN MOVES!

BUT Wulf lands safely in a roll! He shakes his head and turns, still moving - and finds Eryn charging his way! She takes a running step, and leaps with a turn - but Erikson uses a quick baseball slide to escape the Moon Shot! Wulf scrambling back to his feet, doesn't see that Rayne has re-entered the ring, turns around - DOUBLE SUPERKICK! Rayne and Eryn with serendipitous strikes, each catching Wulf right on the jaw with their boot, and the 'Silver Bullet' looks like he just got shot with one, collapsing almost in slow motion and laying spread-eagled! And Tyme wastes no...time...in going for the pin!

ONE!

And Rayne pulls her off by her ankle!

Eryn angrily pounds the mat with her fists, then turns around - and blanches white at seeing Rayne so close-up. Young takes a hold of her by the back of the neck - and suddenly 'Miss Assitude' is screaming at the top of her lungs, her hands reaching up to her head, and in-between wails she can be heard yelling, "HE'S PULLIN' MY HAIR OUT!" The official, bless his heart, takes her at her word and starts a count, demanding Rayne release his phantom grip on her reddish locks. This doesn't make the 'Anarchist' very happy, and he gets right up in the official's face, pushing a finger into his chest and basically telling him bad-version-of-go-away. And then -

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Rayne takes a shot to the wedding tackle! His reaction is immediate, as he halts mid-sentence to buckle over, turning away from the official with his mouth hanging open, hands going down to massage between his legs. Eryn gives the ref a very innocent smile and a shrug, then quickly pulls herself up onto Rayne's shoulders, and bundles him into a ball with the McIntyre Roll!

ONE!

TWO!

TH - NO!

Even with an aching taint, Young manages to throw 'Miss Assitude' off before the 3. He tries to rise to his feet quickly, possibly spurned on by the pain in his testes, but Eryn beats him to it, hits the ropes again, and comes back on-target for the Moon Shot - BUT Erikson rises from the grave and lays her out with a Discus Forearm! Still feeling that twin Superkick, Wulf can't capitalize immediately, but Rayne has no such problem, deliberately stepping over the 'Silver Bullet' to drop to a knee over Tyme, cradle her head with one hand and mercilessly wail away on her face with the other. Eryn might be trying to get another break from the ref, but he can't hear her over the punching nor Young's infuriated, wordless shouting, and all she can do is cover up tight.

After a good 30 seconds, Young's fury is abated, and he takes a deep breath before standing - and there's Wulf, hooks the leg, AT WIT'S END! BUT RAYNE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES! And his own momentum from the swing makes Wulf hammer the back of his own head against the mat.

Shaking his head mirthlessly, Young drops a knee across Wulf's forehead, then drags the other man upright, leaving him slouched back on his own haunches. Then he repeats the action with Tyme, so both his opponents are perched next to each other, shoulders almost touching. The 'Cobra' backs up slowly, measuring the distance, then puts on a burst of speed - nails Wulf with a Shining Wizard! And the impact slams Erikson's head against Eryn's, so both fall! Young confidently hooks Wulf's leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE - NOPE! Erikson's still got a little life left!

Rayne roars in frustration and clutches at his scalp, but he knows he needs to keep the pressure on while the advantage is his. He forces himself upright, then takes a grip around Wulf's chin and pulls him up - and then a SUDDEN ENZIGURI (the best kind of enziguri) catches Young on the side of the head! He staggers around in shock, and Wulf sinks his arms around the waist - German Suplex connects! And Wulf rolls through - Rayne desperately reaching for something to catch onto, but no luck - a second German hits, and AGAIN rolled through, with Rayne offering no resistance this time! 3rd suplex hits, and Erikson bridges up!

ONE!

TWO!

AND THERE'S ERYN TYME WITH A SEATED SENTON CRUSHING THE BRIDGE OF ERIKSON!

And as Rayne flops loose of Wulf's grip, Eryn plants her knees either side of Wulf's chest and holds his arms down! It's another pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR - NO!

Eryn takes the disappointment in her stride, dragging Wulf and his possibly crushed-to-gravel ribs (#TooMuchBooty) upright and turning him around, before she bends over - oh boy - and hoists him up onto her shoulders, aiming for the Ulster Plantation! But the sudden height seems to snap Erikson awake, and the 'Silver Bullet' twists himself around, then brings Eryn down to the mat with a Hurricanrana. She's sluggish to respond - and winds up caught in the Carousel de Cruelty, whirled around and around before firmly planted with a rolling Cutter!

With everything going his way, instinct takes over for Wulf, and he looks to finish this off with something big. He vaults onto the middle rope, then the top - and takes to the air with a crisp Asai Moonsault!

AND CRASHES AND BURNS! Rayne dragged Eryn out of the way, leaving Wulf to land gut-first on the canvas, rebound almost 2 feet into the air, then roll across the ring clutching his ribs! And with Eryn still in a stupor, Young has little trouble lifting her onto his shoulders, and planting her right back down with the Curtain Call! He reaches over and hooks one leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...and Wulf is just too far away to stop it.

WINNER at 11:37: Rayne Young

Rayne slowly rises to his feet and pushes the barely-moving Tyme out of the ring with his boot before letting the official raise his hand. He hurls abuse at the crowd's disdainful response, then turns to find Wulf Erikson staring him down. After a beat, the Aussie reluctantly extends a congratulatory hand, which Rayne considers...before waving one extended finger like a disapproving teacher, making it clear he's not going to fall for such a basic trick.

Unfortunately for him, he's already fallen for it.

A figure in expensive-looking street clothes and dark sunglasses vaults the railing and slides into the ring - it's Drew Stevenson, recent UKWF signee and Erikson's partner in Blood Money! He puts a hand on Rayne's shoulder and spins him around - then drops the already-tired 'Cobra' with the HT3 Spinebuster! That looks final...but Wulf isn't satisfied, calling to Stevenson and pointing upward before heading up onto the turnbuckle. 'The Emerald' picks up the barely-moving Rayne and holds him up on his shoulders, then turns to face the corner where Wulf waits...and one leap, flip and fall sees Young piledriven HARD with the Vaffunculo!

Erikson continues to glare in silence at the twitching body of Rayne Young, until a pat on his shoulder from Stevenson draws his attention away. Blood Money leave the ring together, not as victors tonight, but given the condition of the actual match winner, left sprawled in an unthinking heap as we fade to a different camera, they still look to have come out ahead.

[UKWF]

Jessie is pacing back and forth inside the Diva’s Of Dominance locker room.

Jamie: Can you stop doing that, you're making me nervous.

Jessie: I don’t care, I’m pissed off with the lack of respect we get around here.

Kelly who is doing arm curls looks up towards Jessie.

Kelly: I think were respected around here.

Jessie: No disrespect, I know you started the Diva’s of Dominance, but you for one should see the disrespect for us, you were the driving force in the Broadcast Championship Battle Royal, you were throwing people out left, right and center, but did you get a title shot, no, as a matter of fact, you haven’t been booked in a match since.

Kelly goes back to her arm curls.

Jessie: And what about us, were clearly more talented than most teams on this roster, we should have had a title shot before now, but just Kelly, this company doesn’t give a fuck about the Diva’s Of Dominance.

Kelly: Well then maybe you need to shut up and do something about it.

Jamie: Kelly’s right on this, tonight we need to pick the other teams off one by one, there not taking us serious, were a stepping stone to them, tonight we go out there and we dominate, by any means necessary we win this match.

Jessie: That’s what I want to hear.

Jessie makes a fist and sticks it out.

Jessie: You with me.

Jamie: Hell yeah.

Jamie outs her fist together with Jessie. Alison puts her fist in, and the three of them look at Kelly. Kelly stands and puts her first in.

Kelly: All for one.

Jessie, Jamie, Alison: One For All.

[UKWF]

Four Corners Tag Team Match: The Gemstones v The Divas of Dominance v Wasabi & Francisco Lopez v Aiden Deimos & Marcus LeVine

The match starts out with Wasabi squaring off against Marcus LeVine, in yet another retread of the ongoing battle between these two teams. And much like previous times when the two have met, the upper hand belongs to the bigger man right from the off. Wasabi barely has time to do more than step forward before LeVine lunges at him, nailing him with a back elbow! The luchador stumbles, and LeVine rushes in with another! Wasabi goes reeling back into the corner, and LeVine adds a third for good measure, pinning the luchador against the ring post.

With the fan-favourite at his mercy, LeVine quickly shoots a series of knees into his gut, using his forearm to keep him pinned to the turnbuckle. This, predictably, brings the referee over to admonish the journeyman veteran, but LeVine barely acknowledges the official's presence; instead, when he pulls Wasabi out of the corner, he makes it look as though he is doing it of his own volition, and not because of the looming presence of the man in the stripes.

Having pulled the luchador out of the corner, LeVine quickly continues to work on him, sending him to the ropes and connecting on the rebound with a big bicycle kick. Wasabi goes down, and LeVine covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---Wasabi kicks out!

Francisco Lopez, who was halfway across the mat, quickly returns to his corner, seeing his partner has the situation more or less under control. LeVine, on the other hand, simply rolls off Wasabi, getting to his feet quickly before tagging in his own partner, Aiden Deimos.

No sooner does he come in than Aiden Deimos seeks to build upon the groundwork laid out by Marcus LeVine. To this effect, he picks Wasabi up and pulls him into a scoop slam! The luchador hits the mat hard, but Deimos wastes no time bringing him back up to his feet. He then picks him up in a gutwrench position and – despite Wasabi's attempts to break loose – sends him flying overhead with a fallaway slam!

Wasabi hits the mat hard again, as Deimos rolls through to his feet once more. He looks towards his corner, considering tagging in LeVine once more, then shakes his head in denial, deciding instead to finish the job himself. He paces over to where the luchador is gingerly rolling onto his side, favouring his lower back, and brings him to his feet. He then leans in, looking to lift Wasabi once more...

...only for the luchador to suddenly spring up and connect with a cutter!

Caught completely unaware, Deimos is unable to prevent taking the move; however, the awkward landing he suffered as a result of the fallaway slam similarly prevents Wasabi from capitalising straight away, and the luchador is forced to stay down a few seconds longer than he might have desired in order to fight through the pain.

Eventually, having given up every pretension of pinning Deimos, he instead focuses on inching his way towards the ropes, shaking off the last of his cobwebs as he gingerly clambers to his feet. He turns around, spots Deimos getting to a vertical base himself, and promptly forgets the pain as he rushes forward to floor the Bonded by Blood member with a bulldog! Deimos face-plants, but Wasabi is once again in a bad state, as the landing exacerbated the pain in his ribs. He therefore, once again, takes longer than he might have desired to get to his feet and continue his offensive surge on Deimos. 

As it is, by the time Wasabi returns to his feet, Deimos is himself all but recovered. The two therefore briefly lock eyes, before Deimos rushes forward...

...only for Wasabi to react quicker, slipping underneath him! The crowd roars as the luchador pops up behind his opponent and applies the chokehold known as the Wasabimission!!!

Seeing his partner fall prey to the smaller man's submission, LeVine sprints across the ring to break it up...but so does Francisco Lopez, who is in the corner directly beside Bonded by Blood's! The two men therefore meet halfway to their respective targets, and Lopez has the best of the contest, throwing Marcus LeVine over the ropes and to the outside! As Lopez himself slips to the outside in pursuit of his opponent, Wasabi himself keeps the hold locked in, progressively wearing down Aiden Deimos. The self-proclaimed Demon of UKWF continues to thrash for a long moment afterwards, clearly fighting the hold, but the luchador has it cinched in tightly, and with neither of the other two teams appearing interested in saving Deimos, he quickly falls limp. The referee comes over and raises his hand once...

...twice...

….three times! Bonded by Blood are eliminated!

ELIMINATED at 05:03: Bonded by Blood

As soon as Deimos is declared eliminated, Jessie Alexander of the Divas of Dominance steps in, immediately making a beeline towards Wasabi. She drops the luchador with a double-axe handle before applying a few targeted stomps to his arms and sides. Then, just as the referee comes over to admonish her, she lifts him up, throwing him towards the ropes across from where they where are standing. Wasabi bounces off, and Jessie promptly runs in, leaping into a clothesline...

….only for Wasabi to forward-roll underneath it! As the Diva turns around, frustrated, the luchador kips up to his feet and runs across to his corner, where his partner is just now arriving and grabbing onto the tag rope. Wasabi looks relieved to see him, and promptly slaps his hand, officially bringing him into the match!

Despite being the fresh man, however, Lopez does not have an easy job as he steps into the ring, notably because Jessie has wasted no time barrelling towards Wasabi and is, as a result, currently barrelling towards him. Lopez is just in time to spin out of the way of the kick she is aiming at him, but finds himself forced to think on his feet as he gets behind her and throws her over with a German suplex! He rolls through to his feet, waits for his opponent to pull herself to her knees, and lunges in, connecting with the kneeling superkick known as Avada Kedavra! Jessie goes down, seemingly out cold, and Lopez covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--And Jamie is there to break it up!!

Irritated that his pin was broken up, Lopez turns to jaw-jack at the second member of the Alexander Twins. Jamie seems more than content to engage in a war of words, but the referee puts an end to that design, ordering the second Australian back to her corner while motioning for Lopez to continue wrestling.

This, the Warrior is more than happy to do. He once again leans in, bringing the still-groggy Jessie to her feet and draping her feet across the top rope. Then, before the Australian knows what is going on, he drops her on her head with the rope-hung Flatliner he calls the Concussive Flash! He covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

--Foot on the ropes by Jessie!!

This time, Lopez has no one to blame but himself as he rolls through to his feet and prepares to once again start over. His miscalculation gave the Alexander Twin a lifeline, but the Warrior still seems more than intent on ending it, as he once again pulls Jessie to her feet...

...and gets a poke to the eye for his troubles!

The crowd boo as the Australian regains the upper hand by nefarious means, but Jessie does an admirable job of shaking off the boos – and Wasabi's cries of indignation – as she springs forward to hit Lopez with a flying clothesline! The Diva rolls through to her feet and, spotting an opening, leaps towards her corner, tagging in her sister!

As she comes into the ring, Jamie appears to have the upper hand, much like her sister before her. Having a more athletic style than Jessie, however, her approach is slightly different; rather than engage Lopez, she gives him time to get to his feet, before rushing forward and connecting with an enzuigiri! Lopez falls back down to the mat, dazed, and Jamie covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---Wasabi to the rescue!

Visibly displeased by the fact that the luchador was able to rescue his partner, the Australian promptly turns on both him and the referee, giving both a piece of her mind. The official, however, does not even let the situation begin to form; he promptly sends Wasabi back to his corner, and tells Jamie Alexander to concentrate on her opponent. The Diva is still seething, and clearly bottling up a few words, but has no choice other than relent and turn her attention back to the match. She therefore makes as if to turn towards her downed opponent...

….only to get pulled into a rollup!!! 

The referee slides in...

ONE!

TWO!

Jessie reverses it and grabs a handful of tights, without the referee noticing it!!

ONE!

TWO!

Wasabi rushes in, but gets shoulder-tackled by Jessie Alexander!

THREE!

And the trio's down to two!

ELIMINATED at 09:36: Wasabi and Francisco Lopez

With only two teams left, it is up to the Gemstones to try and stop the Divas – and Jade takes it upon herself to be the woman to do so. To Crystal's visible displeasure, the proud plus-sizer steps forward, profiting from the fact that Jamie Alexander is still picking herself up after the rollup to gain advantage. She bounds across the ring, with surprising speed, and hits a devastating cactus clothesline, taking Jamie right back down again! Wasting no time, she then brings the Diva of Dominance to her feet and connects with a scoop powerslam. She then raises an arm up in the air and – as the crowd roars – takes a couple of steps back. Then, once she has gained the centre of the mat, she starts back across, getting a running start before launching into a big splash! She lands on top of Jamie, and hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--Jamie has the ropes!

Buoyed by her good start, Jade seeks to finish the match early. She brings Jamie to her feet and lifts her above her head, looking for the Window Splasher drop...

...but Jamie is able to wriggle out, landing behind Mama Soulbird and pulling her onto a rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

--Jade kicks out!

As the larger woman rolls back to her feet, she can be heard audibly shouting 'AW, HELL NO!' Then, picking the Australian up, she wraps her in a chokeslam, dropping her with the Four Second Wipeout. Rather than cover, however, she then heads directly to her corner, to demand an explanation from her partner, Crystal!

'WHY AIN'T YOU TRIED AND SAVED ME?!'

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Crystal attempts to explain that she thought Jade had the situation under control, and therefore needed no help. Still incensed, however, Mama Soulbird promptly executes a tag, making Crystal the legal woman.

'NOW YOU GO IN THERE!'

Despite a few initial moments of confusion, Hilton soon shrugs off the slight tiff with her partner, instead sashaying into the ring, eager to strut her stuff. She makes a beeline to where Jamie Alexander is only now recovering, all the while exchanging a few words with Alison Beck and Kelly Garrrett, and drops her with an enzuigiri! The Diva goes down, and Crystal promptly transitions into a springboard moonsault, which the pair of managers are too slow to prevent! 

The move connects but, understanding she is too close to the ropes, the Silver Screen Queen finds herself forced to roll through to her feet and pull her opponent closer to the centre of the mat. She makes a grab for Jamie's leg, but the Australian kicks out, causing Crystal to instinctively recoil. This gives Jessie a few seconds with which to roll through to her feet, but she barely has time to return to a vertical position before Crystal rushes forward again. The Silver Screen Queen appears to be looking for a hurricanrana, but Jamie is somehow alert enough to dodge, and – unable to halt her momentum on time - Crystal rams against the corner post instead! She remains relatively composed, however, as she turns around...

...and gets blasted in the face by Jamie Alexander!!! She drops like a sack of bricks, out cold, and the Diva of Dominance drops on top of her for a cover! The referee counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!! Jade Goldman breaks it up...

….and pulls something out of Jamie's hands!!!

As the referee comes over to investigate – and Kelly, Alison and Jessie all climb onto the apron to protest – Mama Soulbird hands the object over, revealing it to be a spanner! Presented with flagrant evidence, the referee has no choice but to disqualify the Divas, declaring the Gemstones the winners of the match!

ELIMINATED by disqualification at 13:45: The Divas of Dominance

WINNERS in 13:45: The Gemstones

Seeing their plan foiled, the Divas almost immediately make as to attack the Gemstones. Jade appears ready for a fight – not so much Crystal – but before any hands are thrown, help comes to the Gemstones, in the form of the previously eliminated team of Wasabi and Francisco Lopez! Despite having even numbers to their opponents, the Divas consider that, with only three wrestlers against four, it is best not to engage, and therefore promptly beat their retreat, leaving the two fan-favourite teams to look on from the ring, amidst the cheers of the crowd.

[UKWF]

Marcus sat outside the ring, his hands forming fists against the mat as he stared at the match winners celebrating in the ring. The Anti-Christ of UKWF ran his fingers through his hair, forming a sadistic grin as he went to grab Aiden Deimos. He grabbed the weakened athlete by his hair and drag him to his feet, staring daggers at the man before yelling into his face.

Marcus LeVine: What is wrong with you?! You ruined it! You ruined everything!"

Marcus punctuated his verbal assault by beginning a physical one. He kept his grip on his head and pulled his head back before slamming it into Aiden's. The sound of the headbutt could be heard around the arena and was clearly picked up by the microphones of nearby cameras. A groan was let out by nearby fans as nobody expected such a stiff shot. Marcus's twisted expression didn't change, instead, his eyes grew more bug-like and his creepy laugh grew louder and louder. 

The match winners left the ring, both members were clearly unnerved as they went to the backstage area. Marcus kept his hands gripping tight to Aiden's hair. He dragged him back to his feet and rolled him into the ring before turning his attention to the area underneath the ring. He was searching for weaponry, a better way to dismantle the man he had just sent back into the ring. As his head came back up his sick grin was gone, but the look on his face was no less creepy. His face was now covered in an eerily calm demeanour that told the arena that he was ready to move into a much more violent form of attack as he held up the new implement he found under the ring, a kendo stick. With one hand Marcus began twirling the weapon in his fingers, walking around the ring with a sense of stoicism. He went to the steps, walking up slowly as Aiden crawled to his feet, still barely cognisant after the vicious headbutt he had received. Marcus went into the ring and watched as Aiden made it to a knee before driving the kendo stick into his back, sending him back to the mat. Marcus grabbed the Kendo Stick with both hands before slamming the base of it into the back of Aiden's neck. 

The fans grew silent as Marcus looked among them with almost no emotion, simply letting Aiden roll over onto his back in hopes of covering his neck. Unfortunately for Aiden this only allowed Marcus to start targeting his skull. He continued to jam the base of the kendo stick into Aiden's head. Marcus continued this assault, striking over and over again until the face of Aiden was covered in a bright crimson mask that finally sent help Aiden's way in the form of medical officials from the back. Marcus simply kicked Aiden out of the ring and allowed the staff to pick up the pieces he had left bloodied. Marcus looked towards his fiancee, Cassie Sykes, and called for her to bring him a microphone. Marcus slid into the corner, laying down with his upper-back resting against the bottom turnbuckle padding. He brought the microphone close to his lips before speaking in a slow cadence, drawing out every sentence as if to let the fans, or someone more important, hear every line clearly.

Marcus LeVine: Do you see what I do for you? Do you see what I sacrifice? This man has been misguided, and he has failed you. For his failure, he is given unto you in the hopes that you shall revive him into something better. I have been bonded by blood. Not to this simple man, but I have been bonded to You, the darkness. To the darkness, I offer this sacrifice unto you in hopes for guidance, in hopes for an opportunity, and in hopes for the ring to be given to me as a sign of your acceptance. I wish to give you more. 

Wrestling is a sport of rarity.

It is rare to receive an opportunity.

It is rare to be given chance.

It is rare to be given high payment.

It is rare to be truly great.

But the rare thing I like the most...

Well, that is meat. Like flesh, it can be stripped apart in layers until you finally reach the middle. Underneath the layers of fat, you can keep going until layer by layer it exposes what kind of weak soul you could be classified to be. The problem, however, is this, the conclusion is always the same: everything in the middle is always red.

I like that red, I like the blood, I like the way that blood looks when it pours from the body of weak people, such as you Demois. You have become weak. I saw you as an equal and tonight I can truly say: that was a mistake.

I can't trust someone to follow me. I can't trust you to be as strong as I am. I can't leave the fate of my master's sacrifices in the hands of such an inferior man. Demois you have failed my master and he will not accept that. Failure is an unforgivable sin, and I can not leave the sinful unpunished. As a sinner, you must be sacrifice Demois. A Blood Sacrifice, given unto the darkness in which I am bred, and the world beyond your simple comprehension. 

I know that you all fear me. Men can do nothing but fear that which is unknown to them. For, a man like me is unknowable. I am the enigma that a company like this one should fear because I am simply a monster. A monster unto the darkness among you. The feeling you have when you wish to harm those around you. Those violent thoughts that course through your head. Give into the darkness, and be reborn into light. Follow me. Do not become weak like Demois. Become a monster. Become fear. Become an Anti-Christ.

LeVine walks off as the feed cuts elsewhere.

[UKWF]

Gaia Galanos v Madman Szalinski

Madman Szalinski starts out immediately by walking straight into Gaia, hands down, and striking her in the face with one of the loudest open hand strikes ever recorded in UKWF history. The crowd reacts in shock with a loud gasp and a short period of relative quiet. Gaia staggers back a half-step, quickly regaining her composure, but she still visibly shows she feels the impact. Madman has stepped back a step or two, starting to go low in a traditional wrestler's stance. Gaia moves in to get retaliation, but Madman has sidestepped her, moving her left wrist into an arm ringer. He quickly goes underneath his slightly taller adversary, taking her down onto the mat with a fireman's carry. Madman leaves Gaia sitting on the mat and gets back to his feet - after cocking back and slapping Gaia in the side of the head every bit as hard as he did to start the match! Within seconds, Madman has struck twice - not only bruising Gaia's face, but her ego as well. Madman takes a few steps back, looking on as Gaia slowly builds into outright infuriation.

Gaia shuffles her feet and shakes with rage, while Madman intently stares back with one hand on the top rope. Gaia charges in and Madman steps out to meet her, sidestepping a big front kick, Gaia manages to grab him around the neck, however, and starts to pull him around to the middle of the ring. She swings at his jaw with a European uppercut, but again the masked man gets out of harm’s way. Madman spins against Gaia, moving behind her and locking her up with a rear waist-lock. Gaia quickly breaks Madman’s grasp and reverses the predicament, wasting no time in trying to hoist Madman into the air for a German suplex. Madman kicks his feet, bursting free from Gaia but is content to only step out a few paces and then turn to face his adversary. When Gaia comes his direction, Madman uses her momentum to run her into the corner, turning her around and then pushing her back into the corner.

“THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?”

Madman pulls Gaia back out, then leaps high into the air to bring Gaia to the mat (and the crowd to its feet) with a devastating Frankensteiner! And by devastating, we mean that Madman messed it up and drove Gaia’s face into the mat, bringing her legs above and over her head in a very awkward angle. Gaia crumples to the canvas as Madman gets to his feet, looking around the arena with a dazed look in his eye and a sly smile on his face.

When Gaia is slow to rise to her feet, a trickle of blood can be seen coming from an area somewhere near the scalp on her forehead. Madman looks back at her with a small look of regret, while the trickle has now become a stream. Gaia rubs at her head where the mat had cut her open, and she stares the equivalent of lasers through Madman Szalinski.

Madman gets down into a low wrestling stance, and challenges Gaia to bring it. Naturally, Galanos accepts the challenge, stands while flipping her now crimson hair back, and the two almost immediately tie-up. Gaia muscles Madman around a little bit before he drops down for the single leg! Gaia sprawls down on top of him; countering his attempt. Madman, however, spins through her front facelock, gripping her in a hammerlock. He slaps her in the back of the head, toying with her again, before attempting to back away. Not this time, Gaia keeps ahold of Madman's hand which prevents him from back away. In fact, it enables Gaia to yank him in to deliver a sickening short-arm clothesline that sends Madman spinning through the air, rotating a full circle before landing on his backside, then crumpling to the mat!

Gaia immediately pounces on Madman like a rabid animal just trying to punch him into a pulp. Unfortunately, Madman's in the ropes so the referee immediately begins his count. When it doesn't seem like Gaia is going to stop anytime soon, the referee actually physically pulls Galanos away from Madman! Gaia argues with him for a minute and tells him to never touch her aga- OH! Madman with his running Bionic Elbow!! Madman stumbles backwards after delivering the hit, falling back into the corner. Gaia falls down to one knee, holding her face again as blood again starts to flow from the small gash on her forehead. When she stands back up, Madman is now standing in the corner breathing heavily, holding his chest for a couple of seconds. He prepares for another go and slowly moves towards the center of the ring as Gaia stands to her feet. Unfortunately for Madman, he stumbles right into a rough Exploder Suplex! It seems as though Gaia is fed up with the way this match has gone so she calls for the finish, drags Madman to his feet, and sets him up for the Brainbuster! When she lifts him up, Madman’s feet point straight up into the air...and when they come back down, he is now standing behind Gaia! And what else would he do, but deliver one more thunderous open right hand to Gaia’s head! The crowd goes nuts when Gaia drops down, one knee at a time, while Madman goes towards the ropes, holding his chest and now wheezing for air.

Gaia lays on the mat for a moment, looking at the lights in frustration and awe. Madman is coughing heavily, briefly ignoring the fact he is in the middle of a match. Gaia gets up with malicious intent, huffing and puffing as she sets Szalinski in her sights. Madman moves to the corner, holding onto the top rope to stay standing. He looks up just in time to see Gaia careening into him with the Seismos Strike, driving knee into face with the wrath of the gods!

Szalinski falls forward to his knees, his eyes still open but glazed over as if he is no longer with us. Gaia seems pleased with herself as she pins Madman’s jaw down with one forearm and his arm with the other while lying all of her upper body weight across Madman’s chest.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?

Just when everyone assumes Gaia gets the win here, the referee points to Szalinski’s foot on the rope, showcasing his veteran instinct. Needless to say, The Lioness is beside herself! Her icy gaze goes from the Madman’s propped up boot over to the referee. That’s when she just releases a berserker yell that silences the crowd. Somehow, Madman Szalinski has also begun pulling himself to his feet thanks to the ropes. Unfortunately, it seems that this is just his old veteran body running on impulse as he’s out on his feet, but with his dukes up. He takes a couple of swings at Gaia, but she easily dodges both shots. He throws one more wild punch only to end up getting dragged down by his arm into a Crippler Crossface!

She doesn’t have the submission locked in very long before she rolls the submission back toward the center of the ring, she then transitions directly into the Galanos Clutch, putting Madman in a nigh inescapable situation. When it seems as though the referee might have to call a stop to this match, Gaia releases Madman?

We now see why. Pat Gordon, Jr. is on his way to the ring. He doesn’t actually enter the ring, but stands beside it talking into the ring to Gaia. For a few precious seconds, Pat speaks to Gaia. Unfortunately, before he can finish his words, she turns with a spinning hook kick and catches Madman with a glancing blow. The blow is enough to send him completely off-balance, Gaia sees this and immediately rushes toward the legend and catches him with a right cross square on the jaw, dropping him. She then pounces on him and begins raining down punche on Madman’s attempt at a guard. After only a few hits, Gaia has broken down his defenses and suddenly a white towel flies into the ring and strikes the mat. The referee sees it, glances into Madman’s corner, Pat Gordon, Jr. is there shouting for the referee to stop the match. The audience is silent as the referee calls for the bell.

WINNER by Stoppage in: 16:22: Gaia Galanos!

Gaia just continues to punch away at Madman Szalinski. Well, she tries to, but Pat Gordon, Jr. is there to pull her off. It takes a little bit, but he calms her down enough to tell her something. Gaia’s mouth gapes open just slightly before she turns to look at Madman. There seems to be a rather shocked look present on Gaia's face. Her mouth trembles a bit as Pat Gordon, Jr. goes to check on Madman.

On the other side of the ring, after whatever Gordon told her, Gaia just seems in shock. Pat Gordon, Jr. helps Madman Szalinski to his feet. Almost immediately, Gaia embraces in what would seem to be a compassionate way. Suddenly, Madman finds himself being whipped overhead via a collar-lock belly-to-belly suplex from Gaia. Gaia rotates with Madman causing her to almost powerslam him out of the suplex. The crowd groans as they witness this, but immediately begin booing as Gaia stands up and stares down at Madman with her lips trembling under the crimson mask covering her face. At this point, Pat Gordon, Jr. has put himself between Madman and Gaia again, but it’s clear that Gaia is finished as she backs out of the ring. There’s something off about her though as if she’s hurt for some reason as well. The scene cuts back to a concerned PGJR as he kneels beside his friend, Madman Szalinski.

[UKWF]

We cut to a pre-recorded video from earlier the day outside the Electric Ballroom. A crowd are gathered as Katherine Kensington has managed to catch Kelsey Spencer arriving at the venue ahead of her eight-man tag match.

Katherine Kensington: Kelsey, can I grab a quick word?

Always happy to take a moment to answer a couple of questions, Kelsey sets her bag down and stands by Katherine’s side.

Katherine Kensington: I just wanted to get your thoughts on teaming with Alyssa Drew and The Jewish Hammers to take on The New Management Enforcers tonight. How are you feeling going into this match-up?

Kelsey Spencer: You know, Katherine… The general impression I’m getting is everyone feels like I’m not emotionally ready for this. I’ve been very vocal about what they did to Juliet Black backstage at No Escape, and I guess a lot of that didn’t sit too well with a certain opponent of mine tonight. But, I guess that’s the price of integrity, and I’m sure as heck gonna stick to my morals no matter what anyone says. To answer your question, Katherine, I feel motivated. I know the majority of these guys pretty well on a personal level, and some days, I still can’t wrap my mind around them acting like this. I dunno what kind of fancy, shiny things Stella offered them to make them sell their souls like they did, but tonight, we’re going to teach them a lesson in empath--

The cameras are diverted by the sight of a Racing Green Jaguar E-Type stopping outside the arena. Out of the passenger side steps Cross Recoba in a cream tailored suit. He lights a cigarette and seems oblivious to why the cameras are there. He steps forward as the mood in the crowd has noticeably changed, the cries of Kelsey replaced with a hushed silence. 

Kelsey stands idly by with a modest look of disgust on her face, glaring at the man she once loved. Cross is still oblivious to his interrupting of Spencer’s camera-time. He walks towards the crowd.

Cross Recoba: Look, I haven’t got time to sign autographs, pretend I’m not bored in selfies, or any other request you can think of...I’ve got a match to win tonigh…

Recoba stops and leans over into the crowd towards an attractive blonde girl and taps her on the shoulder.

Cross Recoba: Here, take this…find me later...

He hands her what looks to be a backstage pass. It’s at this moment he spots Kelsey, he quickly raises his eyebrows with no expression of guilt evident across his face.

Blonde Girl: OHMYGOD!

She shrieks as Recoba ducks out of shot leaving Kelsey to deal with the fallout. Disappointed, Kelsey shakes her head, a hint of anguish in her expression as she watches Cross leave. Katherine holds the microphone up to Kelsey, expecting her to finish her thought - however, the Australian has no intention of concluding the interview. The scene fades with a shot of Kelsey’s face.

[UKWF]

Alyssa Drew, Kelsey Spencer & The Jewish Hammers vs The New Management Enforcers

The match begins with Alyssa Drew squaring off against Hunter Storms – and right away, the Enforcer makes his size advantage count. Before Alyssa can so much as begin to mount an attack, he clotheslines her to the mat, beginning to stomp away at her furiously! 

The referee comes over to stop him, but Hunter halts himself before the official can admonish him. Instead, he jumps up and drops an elbow on Alyssa. He rolls to his feet, and quickly drops another for good measure, before pushing himself upright once more and leaning over to bring the youngster up to her feet. Alyssa tries to wriggle away, but Storms is quicker once more, and throws her over with a German suplex. He then brings himself to his feet once more, waits for Alyssa to do the same, and rams her through with a spear!

As the youngster goes down once more, Storms walks over and tags in his tag team partner, Cross Recoba, who wastes no time making a beeline for Alyssa and picking up where his partner left off. Before the youngster knows where she is or how she got there, she is being brought back up to her feet and dropped with a side slam! Like Hunter before him, Recoba then follows this up with an elbow drop, further wearing down the young Drew clan member.

With Alyssa too close to the ropes, however, Cross sees no point in attempting a cover, and instead brings the youngster up to her feet once again. He props her against the corner and connects with a series of knife-edge chops, each met with increasing disdain by the crowd; then, taking a step back, he lets the unconscious Alyssa slide down the turnbuckle slightly before rushing in again, and connecting with a high knee lift to the rookie's face! Alyssa slides the rest of the way down the turnbuckle, and Cross steps over to the corner to tag in Ace Watson!

The third Enforcer is, however, far more reluctant to engage their quarry than his associates. Rather than step in and engage the groggy Alyssa, he instead tries to convince Cross to continue wearing down the youngster himself, claiming he will go in 'later'. Recoba, however, does not stand down, instead growing increasingly displeased the more Watson tries to plead his case.

In the end, the situation is defused when Arcane steps in and orders Ace to go in. Like before, Watson tries to plead his case, but the lead Enforcer is far less patient than Recoba, and simply pushes the third member of the team towards the centre of the mat. The message is clear, and reluctant though he is, Watson has no choice but to obey it; he steps and slowly, tentatively heads towards the far corner, where Alyssa Drew has just about managed to pull herself to an upright position and is bent over the turnbuckle, catching her breath. Knowing he cannot let the team down, Ace takes a deep breath, before reaching in, spinning Alyssa around. He then rushes in, looking to pin the youngster to the mat with a clothesline...

...but Alyssa avoids it, creating an opening for herself!!!

Knowing she has to capitalise, the Drew clan member is quick to dart across the mat. Watson, who has spun around quickly after the failed clothesline attempt, gives chase, but is just a moment too late; by the time he manages to leap in and grab hold of his rival's leg, she is leaping forward and tagging in Kelsey Spencer!

Having momentum on her side, the Australian journeywoman comes in with far more confidence than Alyssa, immediately leaning in to pick Ace up from where he has tripped over himself and bring him to his feet. She then begins to connect with a series of knife-edge chops which – in stark contrast to Recoba's earlier in the match – meet with a raucous reaction from the fans. She manages to land a fair few – the crowd 'woo'ing along in delight with each strike, as is customary – before Watson mounts a reaction, springing forward with another clothesline. Kelsey, however, is alert, and manages to dodge it, throwing the Enforcer off-balance once again as she gains his back. Ace turns around quickly and steps in once again, but finds himself being pulled down into an arm drag, which sends him sprawling across the mat once more. He scrambles to his feet quickly, but Kelsey is once again quicker, and connects with a dropkick to the Enforcer's face! Ace drops down, and Spencer turns towards the turnbuckle, asking Alyssa Drew if she 'wants a piece of him.' When the youngster responds affirmatively, Kelsey picks Ace up, throws him into her team's corner, and connects with a running kick to the Enforcer's face as he slides down! She then leans over and tags in Alyssa Drew once again!

Finally having the upper hand rather than the back foot, and being in the ring with her favourite Enforcer, Drew is quick to seize her opportunity. She steps in and connects with a dropkick to the groggy Ace's face, before reaching in and pulling him up to his feet. She pulls him out of the corner and sets him up for an arm-trap mat slam, which the Enforcer is too dazed to avoid. The move therefore connects, and Alyssa goes for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

---Broken up by Cross Recoba!!!

The fans boo as the blond Enforcer saves his partner, but Alyssa is not discouraged. As the referee orders Recoba back to his corner, she brings Ace to his feet once more and slips in behind him. Before the Enforcer even knows what happened, she has trapped his arms and is throwing him over with a tiger suplex! The move connects, and Alyssa holds on for the pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

---Storms breaks it up!!!

Once again, the crowd is far more displeased than Alyssa by this turn of events, booing Storms while the youngster simply shrugs and returns to work. As the referee orders the Enforcer back to his corner, she rolls through to her feet once again, and steps in to retrieve Ace, ahead of another move....

...only to have her eyes raked by the Enforcer!!!

The crowd's volume intensifies as Watson creates an opportunity for himself, which he is then quick to explore. As Alyssa goes stumbling back, clutching at her eyes, the Enforcer is finally able to connect with a clothesline, taking her down! Then, much like Storms before him, he begins to wear his quarry down with stomps, his qualms about facing her from earlier in the match all but gone at this point!

This course of action does, however, bring the referee over to admonish Watson, who does not take it well; rather than comply with the official's wishes, the Brit begins instead to yell at him, stating the Enforcers do as they please and cannot be controlled. 

The threats, however, do not faze the man in the striped shirt, who simply tells Ace to relent and fight clean. Visibly displeased by the lack of effect his words have had, the Enforcer nonetheless chooses to turn his attention back towards his opponent...

...only to get pulled down into a surprise rollup! The referee promptly slides in to count!

ONE!

TWO!

---but Ace's feet are on the ropes, and the referee stops the count when he spots it!

At first befuddled about why the count stopped, Alyssa subsequently allows an expression of disappointment to cross her features, as she realises her own mistake. Still, knowing the match must continue and that she cannot give her opponent too much room to manoeuvre, she promptly clambers to her feet and leans into her corner to tag in The Jew Blazer!

The crowd roars as the Semite Sensation comes in and immediately makes a beeline for Ace Watson. The Blazer milks this reaction for all it is worth, raising an arm up in the air and soaking in the cheers for a moment, before connecting with a standing moonsault onto Watson!

Knowing they are both too close to the ropes for a pin too make sense, however, the Maccabee Marvel is quick to roll off the top of his opponent and bring him to his feet. He performs an Irish whip, sending Ace towards the ropes, then connects on the rebound with a hurricanrana, sending the Enforcer flying onto the ropes on the other side! Quickly rolling through to his own feet, the Blazer instantly gives chase, planting Ace with a bulldog before the Enforcer even connects with the cables!

Delighted with the increase in pace the match has suffered, the crowd get firmly behind the Blazer as he assesses his options. It does not take the Jewish Justice-Maker more than a moment to plan his next move, and he promptly heads for the nearest turnbuckle, displaying all of his agility as he scurries up to the top. He then waits for Watson to pull himself up to his feet, before connecting with a huge crossbody from the top! 

The crowd roars as the move connects, but the Blazer – knowing he and Watson are both too close to the ropes yet again – chooses not to cover. Instead, he rolls to his feet, picks Ace up, and sets him in a suplex position. The Electric Ballroom reaches fever pitch as he lifts the Enforcer up, ahead of a vertical suplex...

...then groan as Ace is able to slip out and land on his feet behind the Blazer! The Maccabee Marvel has just enough time to realise what has happened before Ace pulls him down into a rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Hammerstein saves his own partner!

Having managed to prevent the worst for his team, the Hammer in Jewish Hammers quickly grabs onto the tag rope, urging Blazer to make the tag. The Jewchador is, however, on the back foot after the rollup, and gets pulled back into a DDT before he can think about tagging in his partner and friend! Watson seizes the moment, and covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

--Hammer to the rescue again!!!

This time around, Watson is visibly displeased at the fan-favourite journeyman, and promptly gives him a piece of his mind. Hammerstein is, however, unfazed, simply asking if Watson 'wants a piece of this.' Ace's response is, quite simply, to pick The Jew Blazer up, apply a full nelson hold, and drop his opponent with the backstabber move he calls The Replay! Rather than cover, however, the Enforcer – who is, by this point, getting cocky – instead steps over to his corner to tag in the final member of his group, Arcane. 

Shooting his colleague a satisfied look, as if to atone from the rough treatment dispensed earlier, the Londoner immediately makes a beeline for the Maccabee Marvel, who is still seemingly out cold. Arcane takes full advantage of this, picking the fan-favourite up and immediately setting him up for his trademark brainbuster. He lifts the Semite Sensation, stalls for a moment...

...then startles in surprise as the Blazer is able to drop onto his feet behind him! The crowd roars as the fan-favourite reverses the momentum, and pulls Arcane down into a backslide pin!!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!! Arcane kicks out!!

As the two men roll through to their feet, the head Enforcer is absolutely livid, and promptly seeks to retaliate for the Blazer's audacity. He pulls himself upright quickly, then runs in with a clothesline...

….which the Jewish Justice-Maker dodges, ducking underneath Arcane's arm as he legs it towards the corner! The head Enforcer spins around, but too late – the tag has been made to Hammerstein!

The crowd explode as the Blazer's partner comes in like a house afire, engaging Arcane with a series of quick punches, culminating in a big clothesline, which takes the head Enforcer down! Knowing he must capitalise on this spell of momentum, Hammerstein then drops a big leg across Arcane's throat, further wearing his opponent down!

The noise inside the Electric Ballroom reaches fever pitch as Hammerstein motions for his team-mate to hand something over. The Blazer registers his partner's intent straight away, and leans underneath his corner for a moment, emerging soon after with a black bundle in hand. As he throws it over to Hammerstein, fans realise it is an NME shirt, which Da Hammer promptly rips, growling menacingly. Then, tossing the tatty remnants of the garment to the outside of the ring, he rushes forward, and nails Arcane with a running senton!

The fans continue to get firmly behind the journeyman as he rolls out from the top of his opponent and gets to his feet once again. Hammerstein almost immediately drops down once again, connecting with an elbow drop, but is just as quick to stand up once more. He pulls Arcane to his feet and – to the delight of the crowd – signals that he is about to Drop the Hammer! He turns around, preparing to kick his opponent in the gut...

...and gets rocked by a backhand slap, which sends him hurtling towards the ropes!!

Finally finding an opening, Arcane is quick to capitalise, exploding upwards with a European uppercut, which sends Hammerstein stumbling into the ropes. Seeing his chance, the head Enforcer promptly spins in with his trademark roundhouse kick...

….which The Hammer is able to dodge!! 

Realising momentum has shifted again, Arcane spins around quickly to face his opponent...only to be pulled down into a Tex-Mex armdrag! He goes sprawling over, as Hammerstein kips up and quickly runs in, diving onto him with the running splash he calls the Kamala Special! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--Ace Watson breaks it up!!!

The crowd groans right along with Hammerstein as he sees himself forced to start over. Even still, Da Hammer does not let himself get discouraged, and promptly brings Arcane back to his feet...

...only for the head Enforcer to headbutt him away!

Hammerstein is, however, quick to recover this time around, and quickly runs in yet again, looking to regain his momentum; this time, however, Arcane is ready, and swiftly spins out of the way, causing Hammerstein's intended clothesline to hit the referee instead!

The crowd groans as the official goes down, and Arcane immediately takes advantage. Signalling for Ace Watson to come into the ring, he steps in and traps Hammerstein with a full nelson hold, effectively rendering him defenceless. Understanding what is required of him, Ace Watson steps in, brass knuckles in hand. The crowd's booing reaches fever pitch as Watson dons his trademark weapon and swings a punch at Hammerstein...

...WHO DUCKS!!! WATSON HITS ARCANE INSTEAD!!!

The crowd roars as the Head Enforcer goes down, under the horrified gaze of his fellow Enforcer. Before Watson has time to properly process what has happened, however, Hammerstein literally springs into action, leaping up and grabbing the Enforcer's head before pulling him down into the Cutter Cutter! Ace drops like a stone, but Hammerstein barely has time to follow through before he becomes the target of the remaining two Enforcers. Storms and Recoba promptly step into the ring, making a beeline for the Jewish Hammers member and landing a few good stomps to his back and head...

...only for Kelsey Spencer, The Jew Blazer and Alyssa Drew to run across and tackle them! The trio's combined efforts manage to throw the two over the ropes and out of the ring, Kelsey then promptly moving across to revive the referee. As the official crawls over to where Hammerstein is still lying, the fan-favourite groggily drapes a hand over the first body he sees, hooking its leg. The fact that this is the illegal man, Ace Watson, is lost on both himself and the referee, who promptly counts...

ONE!

TWO!

---Hunter and Recoba dash into the ring!

THREE!

---But too late, as the fan favourites eke out a victory!!

WINNERS in 14:45: Alyssa Drew, Kelsey Spencer & The Jewish Hammers

Despite having won, however, the fan-favourite team is far from in the clear, as Hunter and Cross Recoba promptly rush at them, looking to take them down! Blazer, Kelsey and Drew put their dukes up, ready for a fight....and this is where the Enforcers reveal the additional advantage they acquired whilst recovering on the outside – namely, a lead pipe, which Hunter promptly uses to drop Alyssa Drew!

The fans once again begin to boo as the Enforcer swings his pipe again. The Jew Blazer valiantly tries to intercept him, but to no avail – he, too, gets taken out! This leaves Kelsey as the only woman standing, and the fans hold their breath as both men advance towards the now defenceless Australian...

As the two size her up for slaughter, Cross Recoba asks Hunter for the lead pipe, stating he wants to take Kelsey down himself. The fourth Enforcer hesitates for a second, but eventually complies, handing the implement over to his tag partner. A manic glint comes to Kelsey's one-time lover's eye as he raises the pipe above his head....

...and feels it be blocked by something!!

The Electric Ballroom explodes as both Cross and Hunter turn around to face the figure who jumped out of the crowd a moment ago – none other than released UKWF wrestler Nate Krelle! Before either man can react, he has taken the lead pipe from Cross's hand and used it to knock him out cold! Hunter almost immediately makes a grab for it, but Krelle swings it at the Enforcer's stomach, doubling him over before hitting him in the back of the head, ensuring he, too, is out for the count. Only then, pipe still in hand, does Krelle move over to where Kelsey is standing, awestruck and shaken.

Seeing the man who has very publicly made a move for her stand there as her rescuer, the veteran is driven to tears. She leans in to sob on Krelle's shoulder, gladly accepting the cuddle he gives her. The crowd cheer once again as Spencer's saviour comforts her for a long moment, making sure she is all right before pulling away from her, placing a hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes...

….AND HITTING HER WITH THE LEAD PIPE!!!

The cheers almost immediately turn to nuclear jeers as a smirk alights in Krelle's face. The returning superstar's reaction to this is to hold a defiant finger up to the crowd, before exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp. As he stands on the entranceway, overseeing the crowd he so expertly deceived, he can be heard uttering a few simple, yet impactful words:

Nate Krelle: I fooled you, you c—ts!

[UKWF]

Steel grinds against steel as a door opens high above, spilling light across the narrow stairwell with its corrugated steps. A sporadic, rhythmic thumping provides a background.

Footfalls echo as two silhouettes descend the steps, long coats trailing at their ankles. They are in conversation, though between the hush of their words and the continued unknown hammering it's a mystery what they say...at least until they've descended far enough to be visible. One is a pale woman we don't recognize, with blonde bangs tucked beneath a black hood and a face that could once have been called 'cherubic' before the darkness in her eyes sucked the life out of the rest of her. The other is Magdalena Waechter, looking no less irritated than usual.

Unknown Woman: ...five more as part of a caravan, for disguise's sake. But we still have no-one in place for subterfuge, my lady.

Magdalena: It matters little. I have no interest in hiding my intent from my enemies; let the knowledge of what comes chill them to the...bone...?

Upon reaching the last step, Magdalena hears the thumping too. Her jaw clenches.

Magdalena: Who knows we are down here?

Unknown Woman: No-one? The sisters keep their silence at all cost.

The Canoness grunts dismissively and stalks past, with both her follower and the camera rushing in her wake. The hammering gets louder as we pass through a winding network of pipes and old machinery - safe to assume this is a boiler room - and reaches its crescendo when Magdalena halts and the camera very nearly runs into her back.

Magdalena: You.

The word is spoken with less accusation and more a sort of clinical surprise. When the camera finally recovers its bearings enough to move around some more we see what's caught her attention: Gaia Galanos, in work-out gear with her hair tied back and fists taped up, standing beside a heavy bag that was evidently the source of all that noise. She blinks sweat out of her eyes but keeps them locked on Magdalena, and a very tense staredown ensues, punctuated only by the hum of machinery.]

[Eventually, Magdalena speaks again.

Magdalena: Why are you here?

Gaia: Could ask you the same.

Magdalena: I asked first.

Gaia sneers for a moment, perhaps at how childish this sounds.

Gaia: Staying out of the way. Easier to get some actual work done when I'm not surrounded by those...those idiots. You?

The Canoness pauses, as if considering what to reveal, then nods slowly.

Magdalena: Much the same.

Gaia: Are we gonna have a problem if you want this space so much?

Magdalena: ...no. I can find my own 'space'.

Gaia: You do that.

Her face still an impassive mask, the Canoness turns, a slight jerk of the chin indicating her follower to...uh, follow her. Gaia herself turns back to her bag, but apparently she's not finished, as she raises her voice before Magdalena has even taken two steps...

Gaia: This place used to be great before you showed up, you know?

Magdalena stops, but does not turn.

Gaia: You and the hags who used to pull your strings. Just turning it into their own little playpark again, and then it's like their influence is a poison running through all of UKWF, turning everyone treacherous or dumb. And I'm stuck with a moron for a 'partner' and some old bastard breathing down my neck - !

Gaia hammers the bag with a firm front kick, then steps aside as it swings back. She puts her hands on her hips and continues in a more resigned voice.

Gaia: Used to be, I knew how to get what I want. Now it feels like I'll never get even a sniff of gold without burning this whole company down.

Magdalena looks back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with something unnervingly like satisfaction.

Magdalena: Your mistake, fraulein Galanos, was in believing things were ever any better than this.

With that cryptic remark, the Canoness and her associate depart, and Gaia is left to stare after them, frowning in thought...

[UKWF]

Valkyrie vs Kincaid: North Sea Championship

Alex Kincaid squats in the corner of the ring, warming up against the ropes and adjusting his knee brace a bit as he stares across the ring at Valkyrie. The massive Dane stares coldly past him, to his wife standing behind the turnbuckle across the ring. Alyssa is making every effort to stay as far away from the woman she screwed out of the North Sea Championship just a few shows ago. The bell rings and the two of them meet in the middle of the ring. Kincaid goes to tie up with Valkyrie, but she ducks under his arm and shoves him away. She takes a few step toward the corner of the ring, staring Alyssa dead in the eyes and mouthing a few words that are almost certainly a warning. Kincaid steps toward her, but she looks back over her shoulder and stares him down. Kincaid freezes and reconsiders taking advantage of what will most likely be the only distraction he gets in the match.

It's Valkyrie who finally initiates an actual tieup, snapping into a rough looking collar and elbow with Kincaid. Despite outweighing her by thirty pounds, Kincaid can't hope to match the pure power of The Great Dance bitch and she easily bullies him back across the ring into the corner. Kincaid scowls,but followes her out to the middle of the ring. This time, when she looks for the tieup again he instead slides forward on one hip and hooks her ankle. He winds himself in and under, rolling on his shoulders in an inverted wrestling shot. He pushes his hips forward, driving Valkyrie to her back. He rides the momentum forward, keeping a hold of her calf and using it to come back up to his feet. He hooks his arm around her ankle and goes to turn her over, looking for his Straight Shooter Half Crab! But Valkyrie is ready, rolling with the move and forcing her hips over at high speed to pop her leg free. Valkyrie shows impressive – but not surprising – agility and rolls away from him to her feet. The two of them stand off, measuring each other for the advantage as the crowd applauds outside. 

Kincaid walks over to the ropes and springs lightly over them to the floor, taking a moment to collect himself and plan his attack. Valkyrie looks unimpressed by this, but her temper rises along with the crowds when he heads to the corner to consult with his wife and manager. Alyssa leans in and whispers some advice to him, and Alex shakes his head before walking away from her. She argues with him, but he seems to ignore her as he slips back into the ring and goes at Valkyrie again. This time, he grabs a hold of Valkyrie's arm and pulls it over into a full drag and twist. Valkyrie reverses the hold and grabs a side headlock on Kincaid. He moves her backward, bouncing her back off the rope and sending her running across the ring. As she bounces off the ropes, Alyssa reaches a hand under the bottom rope and tries to grab at her leg! Valkyrie dodges the attempt, sudden fury in her eyes and she rolls under the ropes to the floor! The chase is on! Alyssa runs around the ring with the other woman in hot pursuit! Suddenly though, Kincaid jumps to the floor and lands between the two of them! It doesn't seem to do much, as Valkyrie looks to shove past him and go after Alyssa. It takes the referee getting into the pile and warning Valkyrie he'll disqualify her that makes her finally calm down. Kincaid turns to his wife and points up the ramp, ejecting her from ringside to a thunderous applause from the fans! Alyssa looks stunned, yelling a protest but Kincaid points at the back a second time! She storms up the ramp, yelling in frustration and shaking her head.

Kincaid turns back to the ring and heads back inside, with Valkyrie looking equal parts satisfied and puzzled by what she's just seen. The two of them face off again, with Kincaid keeping his hands up and his posture lose. He steps in and throws a quick kick toward Valkyrie's thigh, but she closes the distance and tries to rush him into the ropes. He pushes her head down and locks on a front facelock, turning his body off the ropes. Unlike Valkyrie a moment ago, he doesn't give her a clean break and he throws a big knee to her chest. Valkyrie's head snaps upward, and Kincaid follows up with another knee lift. Valkyrie drops to one leg for a moment, but when Kincaid goes to go back at her she snatches his leg and takes a few steps forward before whipping him around with a dragon screw! Kincaid grits his teeth in pain, clutching the ever present bad knee and Valkyrie steps in to throw several big kicks to his upper back! Each one lands with a meaty snap, and Kincaid rolls toward a corner to try and escape. But Valkyrie is on him, grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. She throws him through the ropes to the floor!

She follows him to the floor and shoves him into the crowd barricade. The Great Dane Bitch is a house of fire, throwing a trio of huge chops that nearly collapse him against the barrier. When he tries to escape, she lowers her shoulder and charges him hard into the ring apron! She grabs him by the arm and twists around to whip him into the barricade only for Kincaid to reverse her momentum and throw her into the barricade! Kincaid shakes his head, letting go a bit of unsafe for TV language before he returns the favor with some huge chops of his own! He grabs her by the back of her head and walks toward the ring, throwing her under the bottom rope and heading back inside. He pulls her up to a seated position and charges across the ring, bouncing off the rope sand coming back at her to nail her with a big basement dropkick! He makes the first cover of the match!

ONE!

Not even a two count as Valkyrie defiantly pops a shoulder up off the canvas. Kincaid gets to his feet, grabbing a hold of one of her legs and turning her over on the mat. He looks out at the crowd for a moment, uncertain and drawing a few boos, before he puts his foot in the back of her knee. He lifts her leg off the canvas and stomps her knee into the mat! Valkyrie crawls up on her hands and knees, while he heads to bounce off the ropes again and nail her with another running dropkick to the ribs. Valkyrie throws some swiping punches off her back at him, stopping him from going for another cover and he switches tactics to go after her legs. She pushes him backward and spins behind him, suddenly pulling him down into a rollup!

ONE!

This time it's Kincaid who gets himself loose after a second. She follows him up, nailing him with another big muay thai knee and sending him into the corner of the ring. Another! Another! Kincaid eats four knees to the gut that double him over before she whips him across the ring to the other side. Valkyrie stays on one knee for a second, taking a few breaths to compose herself before heading back in on the attack with yet another chop. The strikes are devastating, with the camera closing for a second on an ugly looking welt forming on the chest of the North Sea Champion. He twists, spinning Valkyrie backward into the corner with neither of them being able to keep the advantage for long. Kincaid shows surprising aggression, pushing his forehead into Valkyrie's and climbing to the middle turnbuckle with her standing in the corner in front of him. He pushes her forehead back so her head is looking straight up and then jumps backward, bringing the point of his elbow crashing down into her nose! Valkyrie walks out of the corner, against the ropes only to eat a forearm smash to the face from Kincaid. 

Valkyrie suddenly nails him back in return with one of his own! Kincaid throws one in return! Valkyrie throws another! Kincaid throws another! The two of them trade shots in the middle of the ring, bringing the audience to its feet. But suddenly, Valkyrie gives a primal roar and absolutely LEVELS Kincaid with a gigantic roundhouse kick to the head! Kincaid collapses to one knee, but Valkyrie is unable to capitalize right away and leans on the ropes for a second to get her wind back. Kincaid tries to get back up, but in his weakened state he's unable to resist as Valkyrie grabs him and suplexes him to the canvas! Clearly irritated, Valkyrie walks to the corner and climbs to the second rope. It's a tactical misstep born of weeks of frustration, as when she drops a big elbow Kincaid is able to roll himself out of the way. She crashes down hard and Kincaid steps in quickly, grabbing at her leg and yanking her up into the air before slamming her knee first into the canvas! He grabs it and does it again! Valkyrie goes to crawl away from him, but he grabs a hold of her a third time. The audience boos and Kincaid looks out at the crowd, frustrated by what he's hearing. Nonetheless, he picks up her knee and drives it down again! He climbs on top of Valkyrie, hooking her leg as hard as he can.

ONE!

TWO!

A two count, just barely, but a two count. Valkyrie kicks out and Kincaid turns to face the referee, wiping some sweat off his forehead with his taped fist. He pulls Valkyrie to a seated position, locking a chinlock in and dragging her head back to really dig it in. Valkyrie's technical know how shows again, as with the crowd getting in his head and him trying so hard to lock the chinlock in he's left a huge open window for Valkyrie to turn her hips in and get underneath him. Kincaid switches to a side headlock, and Valkyrie uses her powerful lower body to get force him up to his feet. Valkyrie squats down, opening Kincaids grip on her head and pushes him forward to bounce off the ropes. He comes back with a big shoulderblock, running off the ropes only for Valkyrie to suddenly bounce back to her feet and send him flying into the air with a big flapjack! Kincaid crashes down facefirst! He rolls up to the apron, holding his nose and climbing up to his feet. When he turns to face the ring, Valkyrie suddenly blasts him in the face with a gigantic superkick! Kincaid goes limp, out on his feet and plummets to the floor face first with an awful thud!

Valkyrie heads to the floor and pulls him up by his hair, staring into the crowd and holding her opponents head like a trophy. She soaks in the cheers of the audience for a moment, before dragging Kincaid away from the ring and up the aisle. A desperate Kincaid shoves her away and makes some distance, but she's too fast and catches up to him after a few seconds. Valkyrie again charges him into the crowd barricade, and this time there's nothing Kincaid can do as she runs into him with a big clothesline that flattens him against the barricade! She pulls a limp Kincaid toward the ring, throwing him back inside the ring. She rolls inside and makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO! 

THR – NO! Kincaid barely, just barely gets a shoulder off the mat. He rolls onto his belly, blinking his glassy looking eyes and trying to collect himself. Valkyrie gets to her feet, pulling Kincaid up and yanking him over to the ropes. He tries to push her away, but he can't manage it as Valkyrie folds him through the middle rope and leaves him hanging there. Valkyrie runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and nails a defenceless Kincaid with a big running hip attack to his ribs! Kincaid is only kept on his feet by the ropes, which allows Valkyrie to hit the ropes again and hit him with yet another hip attack! This time, Kincaids arm comes loose and he falls to a seated position. Valkyrie bounces up and down on her toes, warming herself up and charges the ropes at top speed. She hits Kincaid like a freight train, smashing her hip into his face! Valkyrie pins him again!

ONE!

TWO!

No! Kincaid manages to get his hand onto the ropes! Valkyrie goes to pull him to the middle of the ring, but Kincaid rolls under the ropes and drops to the floor! He rolls to the barricade, putting a hand on it and using it to get back to his unsteady feet. Valkyrie heads outside again and goes to chase him down, but by this time Kincaid has circled himself around the corner of the ring. As she walks toward him, he suddenly bursts into motion. He rushes toward her, jumping off the stairs and flying into her with a huge elbow smash! The modified Devil Trigger drops Valkyrie! Both of them are down, with Kincaid holding his head and trying to clear the cobwebs and Valkyrie simply staring up at the lights! The referee goes to check on them, asking both of them if they want to continue and getting affirmative responses. Suddenly, there is more booing from the crowd and the camera turns to the top of the entranceway where Alyssa Kincaid has walked out to watch the action. Her arms are across her chest and she looks frustrated, staring coldly at the ring.

Kincaid stirs first, holding the ring apron to get up to his feet. On shaky legs, he grabs Valkyrie and pulls her up. He rolls her back into the ring and gets onto the apron, walking to the corner and climbing the buckles. It's an agonizing process, each step looking more difficult than the last. Valkyrie suddenly hops up and rushes toward the corner, trying to grab a hold of him and stop him from making the top buckle. Kincaid pushes her backward though and drops to the apron. When she turns back to come after him again, he springs off the top rope and flies at her to look for The Devil Trigger again! But suddenly, she jumps forward and smashes him in midair with the Roskilde Kiss! Both of them are down again as the audience rises to its feet!

At the top of the ramp, Alyssa slowly begins to walk back toward the ring.

Valkyrie crawls toward Kincaid to make a cover, but as she moves he rolls onto his belly. He gets up, using his hands to push himself up and locking eyes with his opponent. Blood runs down his face from the devastating headbutt and both of them seem absolutely furious with each other. On their knees, they exchange chops again before leaning on each other and using the body weight of their opponent to get all the way to their feet. Suddenly, Valkyrie nails Kincaid with a quick uppercut that makes him head back and bounce off the ropes. When he comes back, he eats a brutal superkick from Valkyrie! But suddenly, a bloody Kincaid screams in defiance and returns another superkick! Valkyrie stumbles for a second, shaking her head furiously and staying on her feet! Kincaid snapmares her to the canvas, then nails a running big boot before hitting a seated Valkyrie with another superkick! He collapses on top of her!

ONE!

TWO!

Valkyrie JUST gets a shoulder up and Kincaid looks absolutely horrified that didn't put her away. By this time, Alyssa has made her way back to the corner she was in at the start of the match. If her husband notices, he doesn't show it as he walks toward the opposite corner of the ring. He takes a second to adjust his knee brace, climbing through the ropes and heading to the top again. He nearly stumbles off the ropes, forcing himself to grab a hold of the stands before he slowly stands up and flies off the top rope! Kincaid comes From On High with the Frog Splash! 

ONE!

TWO!

Valkyrie gets her foot on the ropes! Kincaid rolls to his knees, hands over his face in shock. He shakes his head, muttering to himself and walking backward across the ring. He sights Alyssa on the outside finally, but he doesn't address her as he heads back on the attack to drag Valkyrie up to her feet. He pulls her across his shoulders and lifts her into a fireman's carry, looking for the Red River Crossing! Valkyrie slips out the back though, and when Kincaid goes to get back on the attack she suddenly kicks him in the stomach and hooks him for a powerbomb! She lifts him, looking for the Allfather Drop, but Kincaid pushes down on her shoulders and lands on his feet! Valkyrie spears him into the corner though and the two of them crash into the referee! The referee collapses and stumbles out of the ring! Valkyrie doesn't seem to notice it, pulling Kincaid out of the corner and rolling right into the kneebar! Kincaid yells in pain, desperately trying to escape but Valkyries grip is too tight! He kicks at her with his other leg, but Valkyrie shakes her head at him and refuses to let go! But suddenly, from outside the ring Alyssa grabs her by the face and rakes at her eyes! Valkyrie is forced to release the hold, throwing a back elbow that drops Alyssa to the floor! A furious Valkyrie rolls out of the ring, giving chase to Alyssa again! Alyssa's eyes widen in terror and she runs away at top speed from the other woman! With Valkyrie gaining ground, she runs into the ring and tries to cut across it! Valkyrie is a second behind -

ONLY TO GET NAILED BY A FLYING KINCAID! He soars into the ring with yet another Devil Trigger, absolutely taking Valkyries head off with a gigantic flying forearm! Alyssa hits the floor on the other side with a satisfied looking grin. Kincaid is left on his knees, wiping some blood from his eyes and looking around uncertainly. He goes for a cover as the crowd boos mightily! But the ref is still down!

He stands up, turning to the outside where Alyssa has headed over to the announce table. She grabs a hold of the North Sea Championship and walks back toward the ring while Kincaid yells something at her the audience can't quite make out. He turns back to attack Valkyrie again, but she suddenly pops up and cracks him under the chin with another brutal headbutt! Kincaid drops like a stone! Valkyrie turns toward him, looking to finish him off while on the outside Alyssa sneaks in behind her with the title belt! She charges toward Valkyrie, winding up a massive belt shot!

But Valkyrie sees it coming! At the last moment, The Great Dane Bitch turns and grabs the other woman's wrist! Alyssa shakes her head, pleading for mercy but Valkyrie is having none of it as she throws the title belt aside. She hooks Alyssa in and sets her up for Freya's Justice! But a moment before she can lift her and finisher her off, suddenly she's clocked in the back of the head by a wicked superkick from Kincaid! Valkyrie is down! Kincaid climbs to his feet, shaky and barely able to stand. But slowly, he collects himself as his wife scrambles away from Valkyrie. Then, with his opponent down, Kincaid looks across the ring at Alyssa....and smiles.

The audience boos again, realizing what's happening as Kincaid commands his wife to fetch him the title belt. Valkyrie has begun to stir on the canvas as Alyssa hands him the North Sea Championship belt. Kincaid screams at Valkyrie to get to her feet, holding the title in position. When Valkyrie gets to her feet he runs across the ring and blasts her in the face with the championship belt! Kincaid walks away from the downed woman, handing the belt off to Alyssa and nodding to the referee on the floor. Alyssa grins, heading out to the floor as he lifts the dead weight of Valkyrie to her feet. On the outside, Alyssa revives the referee and rolls him back into the ring. Kincaid pulls Valkyrie up in the fireman's carry, staring out at the furious fans before throwing her up into the air and planting her with the Red River Crossing! He makes the cover! The dazed referee makes the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! 

Kincaid retains his title!

WINNER in 23:35 and STILL UKWF North Sea Champion: Kincaid

He rolls to the floor, with Alyssa retrieving his championship and meeting her husband just outside the ring. The pair of them walk up the ramp to a chorus of boos. They stop at the top of the aisle and Kincaid holds his belt high in the air, with his wife wrapping her arm around his waist. The two of them stand there, with the belt and a building full of fans making their hatred clear. Inside the ring, Valkyrie stares through the ropes with fury in her eyes...

[UKWF]

We're staring at the ceiling through a hazy lens. No - a waterlogged lens. Our view of the dull concrete and the one naked lightbulb hanging from it oscillates as miniature waves form and flow, and all sound is muted, save for that quiet, roaring pressure that fills your ears when you're swimming. For a moment, it feels peaceful.

Then, voices, too garbled to make sense of. And strong hands pierce the water to take us by the shoulders and drag us up with a gasp.

Magdalena: Still with us, then. Good.

Magdalena Waechter, one hand still holding us up, scrutinizes us closely with narrowed blue eyes. Her face seems to melt and run like candle-wax through the water still dribbling off the lens. There's another woman in the room, but her back is turned.

Magdalena: Treatment appears to have progressed. He has lost most of himself to the dark waters. Grendel - the box, now.

The other woman - Grendel Oberrung - turns to us. It's the same girl we saw earlier, same narrowed face, same stray locks of blonde hair. She wears thick welder's gloves to carry a sturdy-looking wooden chest over to the edge of the...the tank? The vessel we're laying in. Her hands rest on its lid but do not open it, and her eyes flit nervously between us and the chest.

Grendel: Canoness...I must confess my doubts. This ritual, has - has it ever been performed by only two acolytes?

Magdalena: It has never been performed at all. It was never so necessary.

Grendel: Why now, then?

Grendel shrinks back slightly when Magdalena turns an almost offended scowl upon her. A beat passes - two beats - then the silence is broken by a rattling from the chest, as something within makes the latches shake in protest. The Canoness seems to remember herself, purses her lips, and speaks in a moderate tone...

Magdalena: Amongst their many sins, the fools of New Management made two especially dangerous mistakes. They mocked and misrepresented my faith - our faith - and they sought to keep me leashed. So now I will show them the true face of that faith...and unleash it upon them.

She gestures to the chest, and Grendel - at least partially reassured - steps close, takes a deep breath, and opens it.

There is almost a visible stench, like the haze above a highway on a hot day, rising from the unseen insides of the chest as Magdalena, finally removing her hand from us, reaches in to cradle something that squelches and slithers. When her right hand rises back out, it's holding an almost perfect sphere of ebony snakes, or eels. But none of them have heads, just long, narrow bodies that curl and compress around one another, forever moving, all the while screaming like a young man dying on razor-wire. Grendel averts her eyes, but Magdalena just stares deep into the mass with something very much like lust.

Magdalena: In truth, I almost envy the one who to be embraced by our Master...but I know that embrace is fatal. There is no symbiosis here, simply replacement.

And she puts her hand on us, forcing us down into the water again. There is gurgling, and thrashing - we don't want to go! - but there we stay as her distorted visage smiles, and she gingerly places the living sphere in with us. It uncoils beneath the surface, and for a moment it almost resembles an outsized, hideous eyeball turning our way, before it begins to taint the water itself, turning it black as oil, an oil that blooms up toward us, paralyzing more of our body with every inch covered. All we can do is look up at Magdalena while she surveys us, and speaks from a long, long way away...

Magdalena: Still some life left. The transformation may take some time, Grendel, but you can start on the binding now. Best to have it ready...

And then the oil covers the lens.

And we return to our regularly scheduled programming.

[UKWF]

UKWF Tag Team Championships: The Master Sisters (c) v The Australian-American Connection

The match starts with Valerie Holcomb representing the challengers, whilst Carnival Master starts for the Champions – and straight away, it becomes clear that the Australian-American Connection meant what they said about going the distance in order to win the belts. For no sooner does the bell ring than Valerie goes on offence, nailing Carnival with a short-arm clothesline. The smallest of the Master Sisters falls to the mat, and the Australian connects with a leg drop, further wearing her opponent down.

Valerie rolls through to her feet and brings the Tag Team Champion to her feet, looking to continue her spell of momentum. Carnival, however, is alert, and connects with punches to the Australian's gut, rocking Valerie just enough for her to release the hold. Before Carnival has time to capitalise, however, Holcomb counters with a single-leg dropkick, once again taking her opponent down.

Having managed to regain momentum, Valerie is quick to scramble to her feet again. She takes a running start, steps over Carnival, and bounces off the ropes with a step-over dropkick! The crowd cheers as the Tag Champion goes down again, and Valerie cannot help but do a little dance, taunting Moonlight in the corner and Aurora on the outside.

Soon, however, the Australian is back in control, stepping in as Carnival tries to bring herself up and pulling her in closer. The Master Sister once again manages to break free by way of punches to the stomach, but much like before, this does not faze Valerie; the Australian is knocked back by the impact of the blows, but responds almost instantly with a leaping lariat! Carnival goes down, and Valerie covers!

ONE!

TW---NO!!

The early pin attempt may have been overly hopeful, but it at least made a statement – the Australian-American Connection came determined, and ready for a fight. As she rolls back through to her feet, Valerie looks to continue expanding upon this same message. She picks Carnival up, pulls her in, and – this time – is quick enough to achieve her goal before the Master Sister has time to react; she reaches in from behind, wraps her arms around Carnival's waist, and throws her over with a Saito suplex!

Increasingly emboldened by her early spell of momentum, the Australian rolls to her feet once again, and once again engages in a bout of dancing, to a deafening reaction from the crowd. Then, seeing Carnival is just pulling herself up to one knee, she kneels beside her opponent herself and connects with a snapmare! Carnival goes sprawling head over heels, and Valerie runs in, connecting with another dropkick to the Tag Champion's face! The smallest of the Master Sisters goes down once more, and Valerie crawls on top for another pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!!

Carnival brings her shoulder up at two, but Valerie is not discouraged; much to the contrary, the Australian is all business as she rolls through to her feet and leans in to pick up her opponent and bring her to her feet. She once again pulls Carnival in, looking to set her up for another impact move...

...only for the Master Sister to rake her eyes!!

The crowd boos as Valerie cries out, clutching at her orbits in agony. Carnival, on the other hand, sees her opportunity, and quickly connects with a hurricanrana, sending the Australian sprawling onto the ropes. The smallest Master Sister wastes no time capitalising, leaping onto the top rope and delivering a rope-hung leg drop to the back of Valerie's head, smashing the Australian's throat against the top cable! Holcomb lies limp over the ropes, and Carnival is allowed to continue her spell of momentum. She steadies herself on the apron, takes a running start across it, and connects with a wheel kick, sending Valerie toppling to the mat! Carnival herself is able to grab onto the middle rope at the last second, preventing herself from falling off the apron as a result of the move, and is soon rolling underneath the top rope to cover the Australian. The referee drops down...

ONE!

TWO!

---Valerie grabs the ropes!

Carnival is clearly miffed by the fact that her opponent managed to escape her pin attempt, and promptly begins to rant at the top of her lungs. Before she can get too far into her diatribe, however, Aurora forcibly reminds her that there is a match to win. Upon hearing this, Carnival seems ready to turn on her own sister, but eventually relents, forgoing the shouting in favour of a springboard moonsault. The move connects, and Carnival lands on top of Valerie, pulling her into a cover once again.

ONE!

TWO!

--Shoulder up!!

Once again, this annoys the Master Sister, who – this time – will not listen to reason. She begins ranting at the referee, and not even a livid Aurora is able to shout her down. The smallest of the Sisters therefore lets out a barrage of abuse towards the match official, which is only interrupted when Valerie Holcomb seizes the moment and pulls Carnival down into a rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

---shoulder up!!

As her sister escapes the rollup attempt, Aurora Master all but yells herself hoarse admonishing Moonlight, ordering her to pay more attention so that something like that does not happen again. Carnival, however, still appears in a bellicose mood, and glares daggers at her sister as she vents her frustrations with a kick to Valerie's head. The referee begins to admonish her again, but she pushes past him to tag in her sister, calling out 'you take care of her, Moonie!'

As she enters the ring for the first time, Moonlight Master seems more than content to comply with her sister's wishes. She promptly makes a beeline for the still-groggy Valerie and pulls her up to a vertical position by her long hair, before throwing her over with a front suplex. Valerie goes sprawling over, and Moonlight quickly rolls through to her feet. She sees the Australian scrambling to her feet, and promptly rushes in, delivering a brutal kick to Valerie's face! Holcomb falls to the mat once more, and Moonlight quickly ascends the ropes, displaying surprising nimbleness as she climbs to the top cable, only to come crashing down onto the Australian with a big top rope leg drop! The move connects, and Moonlight covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Valerie puts a foot on the ropes!

Unlike her sister, Moonlight is not discouraged by this, simply rolling through to her feet once more and bringing Valerie to a vertical position. She then picks the Australian up and scoops her into a powerslam, taking her down once again before connecting with a brutal stomp to the head!

The crowd boos as the crunching sound of Moonlight's boot on Valerie's head echoes across the arena, and the referee does not hesitate to admonish the big blonde for her actions. Again unlike her sister, however, Moonlight is perfectly nonchalant to the official's warning, simply leaning in to pick Valerie up and connect with a second powerslam. Then, right in the face of the referee, she once again puts her boot to Valerie's head, this time looking directly at the referee as she does so!

This, predictably, elicits even more boos from the crowd, as well as cause the official to redouble his warnings towards the biggest of the three Sisters. Once again, however, Moonlight cavalierly disregards anything the man in the stripes has to say, instead leaning over to pick up Valerie and continue the match at her own pace. She chops the Australian a few times, for good measure, then – seeing her opponent is too groggy to react – leans in and throws her into the Sisters' corner! As Valerie slumps over and slides down the turnbuckle, Moonlight runs in, connecting with a hip attack which pins the Australian to the ring post! Then, taking advantage of her position, the blonde reaches over and tags in her sister once again!

Once she is tagged in, Carnival immediately gestures for Moonlight to take Valerie out of the corner and position her across the mat. The big blonde acquiesces, draping the Australian perpendicular to the turnbuckle, in perfect position for her sister to connect with her trademark shooting star press! 

The move connects flush, but surprisingly enough, Carnival does not cover; instead, she rolls off the top of Valerie and ascends the turnbuckle once more, connecting with a second shooting star press! Once again, however, she forgoes a cover, instead bringing herself back to her feet as she calls for her sister to 'throw her'. Moonlight understands what is meant by this, and welcomes Carnival into her arms as she climbs the corner post for a third time. She then lifts her sister above her head, before throwing her into the air with a rocket launcher! Carnival soars onto Valerie...

...only for Bobbi Gene to reach in and pull her sister-in-law out of harm's way!

Predictably, both Moonlight and Aurora are incensed at this, and promptly begin shouting for the match referee to call for the disqualification and declare them the winners. The official, however, is somewhat more lenient, attempting to appease the two sisters and admonish Aus-Am's manager at the same time. This proves difficult, with Moonlight and Carnival still crowding him, so he sees himself forced to order the big blonde back to her corner, and to threaten Aurora Master with an eviction if she does not stand down as well. The blonde initially appears to have half a mind to get herself thrown out just for the sake of proving a point, but eventually relents, ordering her sister back to her own corner and seemingly retreating herself. This finally gives the referee some room to admonish Bobbi Gene, which he promptly does, threatening to evict her as well if she interferes again. To her credit, the American seems to take this well, and willingly steps away from the scene of the crime...

….only for Aurora Master to slap her across the face!!!

The crowd gasps as Bobbi Gene reels, putting her hand to her cheek in disbelief. Then, as she slowly processes what happened, she shoots Aurora a look of pure hatred...before reaching in and slapping her as well! 

The crowd explodes as the Aus-Am manager achieves revenge, but their cheers quickly turn to boos as Aurora reacts to the slap as though she had been hit with a large object, flinging herself head over heels onto the floor and beginning to wail at the referee. This once again brings the official running over, and his attention is diverted from the in-ring action for a few moments as he listens to Bobbi Gene defend herself and explain what happened.

As all this is going on, Valerie Holcomb and Carnival Master have both had time to recover, with the Australian getting to her feet first. Seeing her opponent just recovering from her face-plant, Val does not hesitate, and picks Carnival up, bringing her to a vertical position and lifting her up into a gutwrench position. Too weak to fight back, the Master Sister is powerless to resist as she gets thrown over with a gutwrench suplex! Valerie steps in once more, brings Carnival to her feet, and hooks one of her legs, before throwing her over with a fisherman suplex! She bridges, completing the move she calls the Sydney Opera House...

...only for no count to come, as the referee is distracted with the goings-on outside the ring!

The fans groan in dismay as a clearly frustrated Valerie sees herself forced to roll out of her potentially winning pinning predicament to call the referee's attention away from the two managers on the outside. Confronted with the scene of Aurora rolling on the floor while Bobbi Gene looks sheepish, she pauses for a second, double-taking, but soon resumes her efforts to turn the official's attention back around to the mat. Realising he must have missed something important, the man in charge is more than willing to comply, spinning around to face the mat...

….just in time to see Valerie get pulled into a rollup, which he drops down to count!

ONE!

TWO!

---a kickout from Valerie!

Now visibly angry, the Australian rolls back through to her feet, preparing to engage Carnival yet again. The Master Sister is, however, quicker, and leaps up looking for a hurricanrana...

...which Valerie converts into a powerbomb! She holds Carnival's shoulders down for a pin, and the referee slides in right away!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO!

As Carnival kicks out, Valerie allows herself a grimace of frustration. However, she knows better than to let that derail her from her objective, and therefore stands up yet again, pacing away from the downed Master Sister and towards her own corner. The Electric Ballroom comes alive as she reaches over and tags in Oscar!

The American, who has been powerless to help as his sister-in-law found herself on the back foot, recovered, and had victory sneakily snatched away, comes in fully determined to avenge her. Proof of this is that he almost immediately steps over to where Carnival is picking herself up and pulls her to her feet. He then sets her up for an exploder suplex, which he delivers a moment later!

Rather than cover, however, the Grouch simply rolls through to his feet, once again stepping over to his opponent and bringing her to her feet before connecting with another suplex, a German this time! He rolls through to his feet once more, sees Carnival scramble to one knee, and promptly runs in, nailing her with a low dropkick to the face! The smallest Master Sister goes down once more, and Oscar springs to his feet, beating his chest and yelling out, to a great reaction from the crowd!

Once he has had his moment, however, the Grouch goes right back to work on Carnival. He leans over, pulls her to her feet once again, and delivers a spinebuster! Once again, however, he neglects to cover, instead electing to continue punishing the smaller woman, notably by pulling her to a vertical base once again and connecting with a DDT, which takes her down to the mat head-first!

As this latest move connects successfully, the Grouch pulls himself to his own feet and motions with a hand across his throat, signalling it is time to end things and crown new Champions. Then, leaning down, he once again pulls Carnival up, lifting her into another spinebuster...

…only for Carnival to reverse it into a hurricanrana!!! The Grouch goes sprawling over, and the Tag Champion rushes to the corner to tag in her sister, Moonlight!

Having found himself hurtling across the mat, Oscar is quick to scramble to his feet – and not a moment too soon, as Moonlight is hurtling towards him at a rapid pace. Thinking quickly, Oscar lunges towards the Tag Champion with a superkick...

...but Moonlight dodges!!! 

The big blonde allows herself to bounce off the ropes, as the crowd urge Oscar to turn around! The American does, only to see Moonlight charging at him with a spear...

...and dodge!!!! He whirls around, tries for another superkick....

...but Moonlight dodges again, dropping down and hoisting him onto her shoulders, looking for the Master Crush...

….which Oscar evades, reversing it into an attempt at his own A-Bomb inverted DDT...

...and Aurora gets up on the apron, making as if to come into the ring and immediately drawing the referee's attention!! Realising her brother-in-law has connected with his signature move, Valerie Holcomb tries to get the official's focus back to the match, but to no avail - Oscar sees his A-Bomb go unnoticed by the match referee, much like Valerie's own bridging suplex from earlier!!

The fans boo as Aurora's ploy becomes apparent...and those boos only redouble as Carnival slinks into the ring, slipping by the referee unnoticed. Valerie sees this and attempts to intercept her by getting in the ring herself...only for the referee to mistake this for an attempt to go in illegally, and order her back to her corner! Valerie tries to protest, vehemently pointing towards the squared circle, but the referee is having none of it, and actually admonishes her, much to the consternation of the crowd!

This, of course, allows the Masters' plan to unfold, and when Oscar rolls off the top of Moonlight to go talk to the referee himself, he finds Carnival standing directly in front of him! As the official erroneously orders the Australian half of the Connection back to her corner, the smallest of the Sisters knees the other half in the groin, before leaping up and dropping him with the Masterplan! Then, as Valerie continues to argue her case, she drapes Moonlight's body over the Grouch's, and shouts to alert the referee before sliding underneath the top rope. Moonlight is just alert enough to instinctively hook the leg, and the official turns around to see a pinning predicament in favour of the Master Sisters! He slides in and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

---Valerie goes to intercept

...but gets pulled off the corner by Aurora, crashing to the floor just as the referee counts...

THREE!!

WINNERS in 23:50 and STILL UKWF Tag Team Champions: The Master Sisters

Deafening boos greet the three-count, as Aurora makes to rush the ring and congratulate her sisters. Before she can do so, however, she finds herself getting rammed into by Bobbi Gene, who drops her with a big haymaker punch!! 

The Masters' third member drops to the floor, seemingly out cold, and the Aus-Am manager looks ready to expound on her attack. Before she can lift another hand in Aurora's direction, however, she sees a very angry Moonlight heading in her direction, and wisely chooses not to pursue her intent. She therefore puts some distance between herself and the youngest of the Master Sisters, focusing on helping her brother and sister-in-law to their feet, as Moonlight and Carnival do the same for Aurora. The feed cuts to commercial with the crowd still booing the Masters' dishonest win, as the aggravated challengers are helped up the ramp by their manager.

[UKWF]

UKWF United Kingdom Championship: Blaise Fader (c) v MJ Bell

Before the bell rings, the two competitors share a brief handshake, in a display of respect which gets a fittingly positive reaction from the crowd. Then, as the referee calls for the start of the match, the two begin to circle, pacing around one another for a moment before engaging in a lock-up!

Predictably, UK Champion Blaise Fader's considerable height,weight and strength advantage over her opponent come into play, and the Coventry native is able to impose herself over Bell and push her towards the corner. Once there, the Champion connects with a couple of knife-edged chops to her Number One Contender's chest, before complying with the referee's instruction and stepping away, giving Bell the chance to recover.

Once the former World Champion does regain her bearings, both women once again step towards the centre of the ring, neither in a particular hurry to gain a competitive advantage. This time, Blaise calls for a test of strength and, as before, MJ readily complies, stepping forward and intertwining her hands with her opponent's.

Despite her best efforts, however, the bigger and stronger Blaise is able to make her physical advantage count in her favour; MJ is forced to her knees and, despite trying valiantly to reverse the hold, finds herself at the receiving end of a shoot kick from the United Kingdom Champion, which takes her down to the mat.

Once again, however, Blaise is in no hurry to capitalise, and gives her opponent plenty of room to get back up to her feet. When she does return to her feet, MJ is similarly in no hurry to engage her opponent, simply giving Blaise a meaningful look and a curt nod, both of which the UK Champion returns.

A moment later, the two once again begin to circle, each looking for an opening through which to gain a fair advantage over the other. For a long few seconds afterwards, none presents itself, but then Blaise Fader steps forward, apparently having spotted a way in...

….only for MJ to drop down and throw her over with an arm drag!

Well and truly caught, the Champion is seen shaking her head and chuckling to herself as she returns to her feet. She steps in towards her opponent again...and gets caught with another arm drag! The UK Champion goes sprawling across the mat, as her Number One Contender kips up and turns around, preparing to build upon the momentum she has just gained!

This she does by way of a hurricanrana, which she launches into the minute Blaise Fader is back on her feet. As such, before she has time to so much as begin to mount an offence, the United Kingdom Champion finds herself being thrown across the ring once more, as her challenger begins to find her footing in the match!

Emboldened by her successful spell of momentum, MJ is quick to roll through to her feet and run at the Champion once more. She springs forward, looking for her yakuza kick, but this time, Blaise is ready, sidestepping and reversing the momentum with a hip toss! MJ Bell goes head over heels, and the Champion is quick to follow through, dropping a leg on her opponent for good measure!

Both women pull themselves to their feet once more, and this time Blaise is quickest on the uptake, capitalising on her offensive momentum with a big clothesline, which takes MJ down! Blaise pumps her own brakes, spins around, and looms over her opponent for a moment, before letting herself fall onto MJ with an elbow drop, which catches the Number One Contender across the face!

Having successfully connected with the first blow, Blaise quickly pulls herself up, and lands a second one for good measure. It connects flush as well, emboldening the Champion, who pulls herself to her feet a third time and drops down again!

This time, however, MJ is just about able to roll out of the way, and Blaise's elbow connects with nothing but mat! As the Champion suffers the consequences of her mistake, the Number One Contender is therefore able to reach for the ropes and pull herself upright, after which she turns around and faces Blaise once again!

Despite her failure from a moment ago, the United Kingdom Champion does not appear put off in the slightest, and simply smirks at her challenger as the two face off once again. MJ has just about enough time to smirk back before Blaise rushes towards her, once again swinging a clothesline!

This time around, however, MJ is ready for the offence, and manages to duck underneath Blaise's extended arm and avoid being thrown over the ropes. Blaise is just about able to spin herself around before hitting the ropes, thereby avoiding a full frontal collision, while MJ gains the centre of the mat. Once in safe ground, the Number One Contender halts her own momentum, turns around...

….and gets floored with a big Exocet boot from the UK Champion! The crowd roars as Blaise creates the first clear pinning opportunity for herself, and the Coventry native wastes no time capitalising; she slides on top of MJ for a cover, as the referee drops down to count...

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!!!

MJ is able to get her shoulder up just before the three, bringing another raucous reaction from the sellout crowd in attendance! As for Blaise, she is once again able to graciously shake off her disappointment, as she rolls off the top of her opponent and takes a step or two back, giving MJ a chance to recover.

No sooner has the Number One Contender returned to her feet, however, than Blaise steps in again. She helps the groggy MJ up the rest of the way, then traps her head and connects with a snap suplex. The Number One Contender goes flying across the mat, and the UK Champion rolls through to her feet once more. She brings herself up with the help of the ropes, waits for MJ Bell to roll through and hoist herself up as well, then takes off running across the ring. Before the Number One Contender can know what hit her, the Champion is crashing onto her with a huge running crossbody! Both women go down to the mat, and Blaise takes advantage of her position on top to attempt a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO!! MJ kicks out again!

Yet again, Blaise lets her disappointment show in her face for no more than a second before rolling off of MJ Bell and bringing herself back up to her feet. She once again puts some distance between herself and her challenger, giving MJ time to recover on her own terms, but is similarly quick to react once the American has managed to find her bearings, taking off across the ring once more the moment she sees MJ is back up to a vertical base. This time, she elects to take advantage of the fact that her opponent has her back turned to her, and connects with a bulldog, taking Bell back down to the mat face-first. She picks herself up quickly, pushes herself to her feet, and completes the sequence with an elbow drop to MJ's back! 

Seeing her opponent is too close to the ropes to make a pin attempt worthwhile, however, the Champion once again elects to simply push herself back up to a vertical base and wait for her opponent to pick herself up from Blaise's latest move. Then, seeing MJ has crawled towards the corner and is using it to hoist herself up to a vertical position, she seems to develop an idea; she steps in towards the centre of the ring, then takes off running towards the far corner. As such, when MJ turns around, she finds the UK Champion barrelling towards her at top speed! As the Number One Contender processes this, Blaise launches into a big corner splash...

...WHICH MJ DODGES!!!

The crowd erupt as the Number One Contender finds a way back into the match, and Bell wastes no time capitalising; knowing it is pointless to attempt to lift the far heavier Blaise, she instead takes a few steps back, waits for her opponent to turn around, and runs in, leaping into yet another hurricanrana!

Much like earlier in the match, the move connects beautifully, consolidating the momentum shift and giving MJ Bell an opening to explore. Understanding this, the Number One Contender wastes no time launching into the next part of her plan, quickly stepping out onto the apron and scurrying up the turnbuckle. By the time Blaise Fader is back to her feet again, MJ is perched up top, waiting to launch herself onto the UK Champion with her trademark missile dropkick, the Fire Rain! The move connects, Blaise goes down, and MJ gets on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Blaise instinctively gets a shoulder up!

Much like her opponent, MJ does not let her failure affect her for too long, instead concentrating on getting back to her feet and putting some distance between herself and the United Kingdom Champion. While, at first, this course of action confuses the crowd, it soon becomes apparent just why MJ has chosen to do so – for as soon as Blaise brings herself up, still shaking the cobwebs from the previous move, MJ rushes forward and literally leaps into action, connecting with a dropkick to the Champion's face! Blaise goes down once more, and MJ quickly scrambles to her feet, heading for the nearest turnbuckle. She scurries up it and – before the Champion can quite get to her feet – connects with a beautiful moonsault legdrop! The move connects across Blaise's face, and MJ scrambles on top of the Champion for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Blaise grabs the ropes!

Once again, MJ manages to power through her disappointment, and simply rolls off Blaise, understanding it is more important for her to keep her momentum going than to vent her frustration. As such, she once again heads to the turnbuckle, scurrying up it and stalling for a moment at the top. Then, as the crowd ponders what she has in mind, she launches into a second moonsault leg drop...

...only to be plucked off the air by Blaise, who somehow managed to find the energy to pull herself to her feet! The UK Champion wastes no time draping her challenger across her shoulders, looking to put her away with her trademark Coventry Blitz powerbomb....

….but MJ has other ideas!! The Number One Contender quickly slips out of the hold, landing on her feet just long enough to drop down and pull Blaise into a rollup!!!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!!! Blaise kicks out!

The move which had worked so effectively for the challenger the last time the two met fails to have a decisive impact this time, but still MJ does not lose her composure. Instead, she quickly pushes herself back to her feet, then waits for Blaise to do the same before connecting with a devastating roundhouse kick! The Champion goes down yet again, seemingly out cold, and MJ covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! Shoulder up at the last second by Blaise!

Once again, MJ expresses her frustration through no more than a grimace, before turning her attention back to her opponent. She rolls off the top of Blaise and once again puts some distance between herself and her opponent. Then, as Blaise pulls herself up to one knee, she takes off running, looking to end things with her trademark shining wizard kick, the Burning Mage!

Before she can connect, however, she finds herself getting hoisted up in the air, as Blaise springs to her feet and reverses the move into a backdrop! MJ falls to the mat face-first, and the United Kingdom Champion comes back in with a shout!

Having regained the upper hand somewhat, Blaise wastes no time capitalising on it. She spins around and, this time, takes it upon herself to bring MJ Bell to her feet, rather than wait for her challenger to do it of her own volition. Then, once she has accomplished this, she traps her challenger's head between her legs and lifts her up, connecting with the alley-oop facebuster she calls the Fade-Away! The move connects beautifully, and Blaise crawls on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by MJ!

The crowd explodes once more as the challenger just about gets her shoulder up, forcing the UK Champion to start from scratch. Blaise, however, does not seem to mind this at all; instead, as she pulls her opponent back up to her feet yet again, she seems suitably impressed with the smaller woman's resilience. Even still, however, she does not let her respect for MJ cloud her best judgement, and seeks to once again put an end to proceedings by hoisting MJ up to her feet and throwing her over her shoulders for the Coventry Blitz...

...WHICH MJ REVERSES!!! The challenger lands on her feet and quickly capitalises, pulling Blaise down into a double-knee smash. The Backdraft connects, and MJ Bell covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!! Shoulder up at the last second by the UK Champion!!

Like Blaise, MJ too seems more impressed than frustrated by her opponent's resilience. Also like the Champion, however, she considers it is time to bust out the best weapon in her arsenal, and once again puts some distance between herself and Blaise, ahead of the Champion pulling herself to her knees. When this happens, the challenger runs in and – this time – is successful in connecting with the Burning Mage!! The Electric Ballroom comes undone as Blaise goes back down to the mat and MJ covers yet again!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?

…..

NO!!!!! HAND ON THE ROPES BY THE UK CHAMPION!!!

The Electric Ballroom comes undone as the referee indicates that Blaise was able to grab the ropes, and that this match therefore continues. As for MJ, she allows herself another grimace of frustration, as she rolls up to her feet, even if it is punctuated with undisguised admiration for Blaise.

Chants of 'HO-LY-SHIT' shake the foundations of the Electric Ballroom as MJ painstakingly pulls herself to her feet, with the help of the ropes. The challenger then, once again, puts some distance between herself and the United Kingdom Champion, as she waits for Blaise to return to her feet once more. It takes the Coventrian several moments to do so, but when she does, MJ once again takes off running, perhaps looking for another Burning Mage kick...

...only for Blaise to display surprisingly nimble reflexes and reverse the attempt into a standing moonsault fallaway slam! The Fade-Away II connects, and Blaise lands on top of MJ! A cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!! Another shoulder up by the Number One Contender!!!

The noise inside the Electric Ballroom reaches fever pitch at this point, as both women are clearly spent by the effort this match is demanding of them. Even still, both of them are seen clearly making an effort to stand up before the other one does, knowing every second can count in this battle of wits!

Still, it is not proving easy for either competitor to regain her bearings. Both MJ and Blaise crawl around on all fours for a moment after the moonsault, each looking for the nearest support point. Eventually, they each find different sets of ropes, which they use to hoist themselves back up to a vertical position, ahead of continuing with the match. A moment later, they each stagger towards the other, to a deafening ovation from the capacity crowd!

Both women seem equally as out of it, but as they stagger towards one another, it is Blaise who manages to capitalise; finding just enough werewithal to undertake her objective, she ducks down and pulls MJ Bell up onto her shoulders, draping her across them! Third time proves to be the charm, as the Number One Contender is far too dazed and weakened to resist, and the move is successful. The Coventry Blitz hits, and Blaise drops down to cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

…...............................

…..................NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Electric Ballroom nearly comes off its hinges as the referee frantically points towards the ropes. Blaise, who had been prepared to celebrate a successful defence, gapes in amazement as the referee points to where MJ has – somehow - just about managed to get her foot underneath the ropes, effectively making the pin null and void!!! The match continues!!!

Blaise's expression betrays the mixture of amazement, admiration and frustration the United Kingdom Champion is undoubtedly feeling as she rolls off the top of her opponent. She is not the only one to share these feelings, either – the entire crowd has erupted in yet another 'HO-LY SHIT!' chant, one which once again causes the venue to all but rock on its hinges.

Though rocked by her failure, however, Blaise is not thrown off too much that she fails to come up with a plan. Much to the contrary, as she rolls off the top of MJ, the Champion tentatively looks towards the nearby turnbuckle, an idea clearly dawning on her mind. She drags herself towards the ring post, then – painstakingly but surely – begins to ascend it!

As she reaches the second turnbuckle, her footing slips, but Blaise manages to catch herself just enough to be able to continue her climb without starting over. The crowd roars as the United Kingdom Champion reaches the top, carefully turns herself around to face her opponent, and launches into the diving senton bomb she calls the Blaise of Glory...

….WHICH MJ DODGES!!!!!!!

The crowd becomes even more unglued – if possible – as the Number One Contender just about manages to roll away, causing the Champion to land painfully on her back! Being at the end of her rope, however, the challenger is unable to capitalise, and as such, both women lie on the mat for a long moment, chants of 'THIS IS AWESOME!' surrounding them from all sides. The only one not caught up in the energy of the moment is the referee, who somehow manages to remain professional and composed as he begins a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Both women roll over onto their side, gingerly beginning to pull themselves up.

EIGHT!

MJ Bell uses the ropes to hoist herself up, as Blaise prefers to push herself up to one knee – wincing all the while. As the referee stops his count, the UK Champion is seen shaking her head, clearly groggy, while the challenger comes out of the corner on jelly legs, seeking to stabilise her footing so that she can go on fighting.

One last moment of impasse occurs as the two women take notice that the other is ready to fight. Seeing MJ amble to the centre of the ring, Blaise shakes the cobwebs off her mind one last time, and prepares to stand up and face her opponent...

…only for MJ to react quicker, drawing upon her last reserves of energy to run at the still-kneeling Blaise! As the challenger leaps into the air, the UK Champion realises what is occurring....but just too late to react! The Burning Mage connects again, and the Electric Ballroom's roof is blown off its foundations as Blaise goes down, and her challenger covers! The referee drops down...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!!!

SHOULDER UP BY BLAISE....!!!!

….BUT TOO LATE!!!! THE COUNT STANDS!!!! MJ BELL IS THE NEW UNITED KINGDOM CHAMPION!!!!!

WINNER in 28:58 and NEW UKWF United Kingdom Champion: MJ Bell

The crowd goes absolutely ballistic as the barely-conscious MJ Bell is presented with her new title and has her hand raised by the match referee. A moment later, still with the noise levels at a maximum, the official steps in to help Blaise Fader to her feet; the dethroned Champion rejects his help, however, instead pulling herself to her feet and stepping in towards MJ to envelop her in a heartfelt hug!!! 

Tears run down both women's cheeks as MJ returns the hug and allows Blaise to lift her hand. The two then pause for a moment, not saying anything and instead simply listening to the sounds coming from the sellout Electric Ballroom crowd:

'WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!'

'THIS-IS-WRES-TLING!'

'THANK-YOU-LA-DIES!'

The two put their arms around each other's shoulders as they take in the chanting, which quickly devolves into duelling renditions of two pop song adaptations:

'TAKE ME DOOOOOWN, IN A BLAISE OF GLOOOORYYYY...'

'HEEEEY, HEEEEY MJ! OOH, AAH! I WANNA KNOOOOOW, IF YOU'LL BE MY GIRL!'

This latest batch of chanting causes the two women to chuckle, and they playfully take a bow to their adoring fans...

...and that is when the chanting stops, and the booing begins.

Caught by surprise, and unsure of what is going on, Champion and former Champion are unable to react in timely fashion as four dark-clad figures rush the ring. Ace Watson's brass knuckles ensure Blaise stays in her doubled-over position, a lead pipe shot to the back of the head by Hunter Storms sealing the deal. The two are then joined by Cross Recoba in a three-on-one beatdown of UKWF's number one fan favourite.

MJ Bell's fate, on the other hand, is no less harrowing. Despite only having to contend with one Enforcer, she is singled out by none other than the self-appointed leader of the group, Arcane, who promptly floors her with a steel chair. One shot takes the new UK Champion down, but the Londoner is by no means satisfied with just one, and proceeds to land several more to Bell's back, ensuring as much damage is done as possible. 

The crowd's hate for the foursome reaches deafening levels as the leader of NME tosses aside the chair and picks up something else, something he covets and has now made clear he will be coming for....

...the United Kingdom Championship.

The feed ends with a shot of Arcane holding up MJ Bell's newly acquired belt, his allies flanking him to either side, their victims lying on the mat behind them. At that moment, more than ever, their message rings out loud and clear.

UKWF must not let their guard down.

There is an NME at the gates.