UKWF Fallout RESULTS!

[UKWF]

At the usual time, on the usual website, the usual theme music and graphics kick off yet another UKWF live broadcast. A selection of the finest wrestlers on the current roster are seen performing their trademark moves against a background of waving Union Jacks, the traditional sound of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight' providing the punky soundtrack. The whole leads into, as ever, a graphic showing the current event's title:

UKWF FALLOUT

From there, the camera almost immediately cuts to the inside of Medway Park Sports Hall in Kent, where about a thousand rabid fans take up all the space not occupied by the ring and entranceways. The camera does its usual trek across the front rows, stopping here and there to zoom in on some of the most eye-catching signs brought in by audience members:

GARRETT'S GONNA KILL YOU

ACE-LYSSA: JUST KISS ALREADY!

KOREAN BIRDS KICK HARDER

STOP! HAMMERS TIME!

This similarly customary pan similarly ends in the same place as ever - namely, the announce table, where UKWF's commentating duo awaits to greet viewers.

Barry Jones: 'Owdy, folks, an' welcome ter the first show after the big party! I hope you ent too 'ung over, 'cos we got a corker f'r you ternigh'!

Kerry Buckingham: Please, darling. I do not have hangovers. I only drink cocktails.

Baz: Yer righ'...I seen yer at th' after party th' other week! That weren't a cocktail you was drinkin', in that massive glass!

Kerry: ...somebody offered me that drink. You do not turn down a gentleman when he offers you a drink, darling.

Baz: Some gentleman! Tha' Cross feller? Har!

Kerry: Actually, dear, it was Arcane...

Baz: Mebbe f'r the second one it was! Bu' no' th' first!

The former dockworker allows himself a chuckle, whilst the blonde chooses not to respond. After all that is out of Baz's system, he then promptly continues:

Baz: Really, though, crackin' show ternigh', innit luv?

Kerry: The final match is certainly interesting. And...maybe the one before. The rest...

Kerry indicates her opinion with a shrug, making Barry gawp.

Baz: Aw, com'on, luv! At least tha' tag match!

A shrug.

Baz: Th' Broadcast match? Edwards 'gainst that Garrett lass?

Another shrug.

Baz: Oooeerr! Forget it, then!

Just as the East Londoner gives up hope, a song starts up across the Medway Park speakers, drawing the announcer's attention and provoking the jeers of the crowd!

[UKWF]

...Bang, Bang, My Baby Shot Me Down... 

My fire is wild! 

My rage is deep! 

One black eye! 

Busted teeth! 

Feel My Fury! 

It's Nico Vega's “Fury” that kicks off the latest UWKF show. The fans rise to their feet, unsure of who this new entrance music is for. A half dozen overhead spotlights hit the top of the aisleway, and suddenly the curtain is thrown aside. The UKWF North Sea Champion steps out from the back, grinning wildly as the fans let loose with their boos. It's a little bit louder than even Kincaid expected, as he seems a bit stunned as he slowly pulls his title belt from off his waist. Behind him, his wife walks out and grins. Alyssa gets close to him, running her hands along his waist and giving him a peck on the cheek. If you think this would calm the furious fans down, you would be exacty wrong.

Baz: Oh 'ere's the one everybody's been jawing about yeah? Nor' Sea Champion. But question is, coul' he of done it on his own?

Kerry: It's not HIS fault that Valkyrie cared more about revenge than winning the title Jones. He certainly looks proud of the win.

Indeed, Kincaid is taking his time to get to the ring. He's right in the face of the fans at the guardrail, holding the belt up and talking crap to a fan with a VALHALLA sign. It's all fun and games until Alyssa reaches into the crowd and snatches the sign out of the fans hands, accidentally making contact with the fan. The fan jumps toward Kincaid, taking a swing but before they can do anything they're swarmed by the buildings security. Kincaid hops back, stunned, and makes his way up to the ring apron. Alyssa follows him, with a few more mocking words to the fan who security is currently pulling out of the building.

He takes a microphone in hand and walks around the ring, his belt dangling loosely ihis hand, before he has a seat in the corner of the ring. Alyssa takes a seat on his lap, off to the side. He looks like the cat that swallowed the canary, his title belt at his right and his wife at his left. A ringside tech hands him a microphone and he begins to speak.

Kincaid: The last time we were in this building was for Challenge of Champions. You guys, you were a little happier to see me back then weren't you? Last time I was in this building I had the crowd on my side while I took on Cross Recoba in one of the most toughest fought matches of my entire career. As a matter of fact, I bet there's more than one of you booing your head off for me who was losing their damn mind when I came flying over this top rope just a few months ago. God save us from the hypocracy of the wrestling fan.

There's some more booing from the crowd, and he can't keep the frustration off his face. Alyssa whispers a few words in his ear and he shakes his head before continuing.

Kincaid: What? You're upset? Imagine how I feel. Imagine how it feels to come out here, night after night since I got signed to this company and steal the show and still have everyone turn on you in a second. First night in, Me, Mac Mercer and Cross Recoba face off. I get it done. The internet blows up about it. An exciting new generation of talent for UKWF. I start making waves. I start beating everyone they put in front of me. And the name builds. Let me ask you a question, you think it's coincedence that since I get here we've been playing bigger and bigger venues? You think it's a coincedence that every time this company needs a barnburner of a match to make some buzz on a new market they put Alex Kincaids name on the out there first? It isn't. Whether you like it or not, I am the anchor of this company. I am the franchise of UKWF.

The crowd boos again but the more it goes on the more comfortable he seems to get with it. He adjusts his position, patting the belt with his opposite hand as though that's all the proof he needs.

Kincaid: Every night I came out here, finishing opponent after opponent with the biggest high flying move I had even though every time I do it my knee feels like it's on fire. Every night I fought as hard as I could. But when new championships are announced, when I should get my chance to go out there and earn title gold what do they do? They stick me – this companies undefeated top contender – in the ring with a ton of other names and they talk about me like I'm an afterthought. And what happens in that match? I win. I win the way I always do. You want the truth about that match? Did I know Alyssa was going to get involved and tip Valkyrie off that ladder? No. No, not a chance. And let me tell you there was quite the argument in the Kincaid house that night. But I was wrong. See, there's only one person in this arena I have to apologize to. And it isn't any of you people. It sure as hell isn't Valkyrie. It's her.

He pulls Alyssa in to hug her tighter, and the display of affection between the two draws a predictable response from the crowd. The look of contempt on Kincaids's face is clear, as he moves her off of him and gets up to his feet.

Kincaid: Because she's been the only one telling me the truth. That night she told me it was time to stop doing this for anyone but us. It was time to stop trying to be better for people who didn't deserve it. What was I supposed to do, Valkyrie when you spent week after week threatening my wife? A man's got to protect his family, his home, and everything he's earned. And that includes my championship. Everyone talks about what happened at Anniversary of Aggression like I jumped you. But I didn't jump you. I stood my ground. What happened at Anniversary of Aggression wasn't an assault...it was self defense. And like I said the night it happened, contrary to what everyone tells you I didn't stab you in the back...I shot you in the head.

He puts up a hand and extends to fingers and a thumb at the screen, in a mock pistol.

Kincaid: I've been the shot of life this company has needed. But let me ask, the obvious question to you UKWF? What happens when the gun turns back on you?

He turns the pistol away from the camera, and instead puts it to his own head. There's a manic joy in his eyes, months of holding in his frustration finally bubbling to the service in one wild rant.

Kincaid: I am The Bullet King, Alex Kincaid. I am the North Sea Champion – the REAL champion – and, like a certain space cowboy, I aim to misbehave. You come after me? You come after my title? It always ends the same way. Bang.

Alex fires the mock pistol at his head, a grin on his face, and he walks to the other side of the ring to speak again. But before he can get another word out he's cut off when Drowning Pools “One Finger and a Fist” hits the speakers. He turns to the aisleway, where Valkyrie is already charging toward him. She's in the ring before he can do anything and he rushes her, taking another huge shot with his title belt!

But Valkyrie ducks! This time The Great Dane Bitch is ready! In a moment, she's hammering him with a series of forearms and elbows that send him stumbling backward across the ring. Alyssa desperately snatches the North Sea Championship and flees the ring with her eyes wide with fear. In the ring, Kincaid is proving to be no match for an angry Valkyrie in a straight up fight as she's absolutely battering him with strikes! She sends him off the ropes before cracking him in the face again with a massive Roskilde Kiss! Alex drops to one knee, holding his face and Valkyrie goes to grab him to finish him off! Panicked, he desperately scrambles backward and rolls out to the floor. When she moves toward the ropes he bolts over the barricade and flees into the crowd!

Kincaid holds his nose, trickling blood for the second time in as many shows, and starts yelling at the ringside security as Valkyrie picks up a microphone. She walks to the ropes, glaring at him and says one simple sentence that sends him into an absolute panic.

Valkyrie: Vi er ikke færdige. I aften, dit hoved ...

Valkyrie raised her hand, pointing first at Kincaid, then to her own head.

Valkyrie: Opfylder gulvet, aksial belastning!

And to signify what the second part was, the Dane pointed to the canvas. Alex shakes his head and points at her, yelling threats that aren't audible over the cheering crowd. He takes a step toward the barricade only for Alyssa to hop in his way and hold him back. Finally, the two of them retreat as Valkyrie stalks the ring in anticipation of what's to come.

[UKWF]

UKWF Broadcast Championship: James Edwards (c) v Kelly Garrett

Right from the off, Garrett and the Divas of Dominance show just how far they are willing to go to ensure a result. Before Edwards has even finished making his way to ringside, the trio rush him from behind, driving him stumbling the rest of the way down the ramp and throwing him chest-first against the ring apron. Jessie and Jamie then step away as Kelly grabs hold of Edwards yet again and tosses him against the ring post. The Broadcast Champion's shoulder wraps around the steel pillar as he collides with it, but Garrett is still not done. a dropkick to the back ensures Edwards' whole body is rammed against the steel, further wearing the Champion down!

A deafening chorus of boos erupts from the Medway Park crowd as Edwards stumbles back a few steps, barely aware of where he is or what is happening. Garrett, on the other hand, is very much aware, and promptly rolls the Burning Heart into the ring, stepping in herself a moment later to officially get the match under way.

Once inside the squared circle, Garrett does not let up on her chosen method of offence, and promptly lands a hard stomp to each of James Edwards' legs. This, predictably, causes the referee to come over and admonish her, but the diminutive powerhouse pays precious little heed to the official's words as she lands a further stomp to the Broadcast Champion's left arm. Only then does she step away from Edwards, gaining the centre of the ring once again.

It does not take more than a moment, however, before the challenger is back on offence. Edwards has just enough time to crawl to the ropes and pull himself up to a vertical position before Garrett is stepping back in and displaying her deceptive strength by throwing him over with a belly-to-back suplex! Edwards goes flying into the centre of the mat, and Garrett is quick to capitalise, scrambling to her feet and hitting a dropkick to the Broadcast Champion's head as he is attempting to get to a kneeling position himself!

With Edwards back down on the mat again, Garrett is finally presented with an opportunity to do what she does best - namely, lock in a submission. She does not hesitate to take this chance, and promptly grabs an ankle lock on Edwards. There is apparently still some life left in the Broadcast Champion, however, as his foot promptly shoots up at a straight angle, connecting with Garrett's jaw and causing her to release the hold!

The crowd cheers as the challenger is sent hurtling backwards onto the mat, and the Broadcast Champion finds himself an opening at long last. Edwards himself seems aware he will not have too long to capitalise, and promptly rolls through to his feet as best his groggy state will allow him. He then quickly assesses the situation and, seeing Garrett slumped against the corner, does not hesitate, promptly running in to connect with a high knee strike!

The move connects and, encouraged by this fact, Edwards promptly goes for a second one. That one connects as well - much to the delight of the crowd in attendance - and, buoyed by his success, the Broadcast Champion finally exhibits his usual levels of confidence. He steps in, pulls the groggy Garrett up to her feet, and pins her up against the ring post; then, with the challenger firmly secured and under his control, he begins to punish her with a series of lightning-quick forearm shots to the face, taking his revenge for her underhanded tactics from earlier! Garrett fights back with a headbutt, which rocks Edwards, but the Broadcast Champion quickly strikes back with one of his trademark spinning backfists. Garrett is once again pinned to the corner post, and Edwards steps back just long enough to set up another back fist and complete the Double Tap...

...which Garrett evades!! The Champion's fist connects only with steel, and the challenger is quick to capitalise, stepping in behind her opponent and attempting to lock in a full nelson! Edwards counters with an elbow to the bodybuilder's gut, but Garrett is not thrown back more than a couple of steps, and when Edwards turns around, he gets blasted with a dropkick to the face! Edwards stumbles back towards the corner, and Garrett is quick to run in and keep up her spell of momentum with a big boot to the stomach! Edwards doubles over, and Garrett throws him down face-first onto the mat!

With her opponent downed once more, Garrett once again wastes no time in applying some strategic stomps to Edwards, focusing on his key areas - his limbs. Like before, the referee comes over to admonish the Diva of Dominance, only to receive a mouthful from Garrett, who does not take kindly to being interrupted. Unlike before, athlete and official actually come to words, as Garrett turns on the referee and begins to give him a piece of her mind!

As it transpires only a moment later, this is not an entirely innocent tactic, for as Garrett holds the referee's attention, Jessie and Jamie Alexander reach in to pull Edwards out of the ring and connect with a few stomps of their own, further wearing down the Broadcast Champion and helping their team-mate's cause. As they notice the referee becoming less and less interested, however, they promptly step away from the downed Champion, regaining their position next to Alison Beck as if nothing had happened. Edwards is, therefore, left to clamber back into the ring of his own volition, a task he carries out gingerly and with visible effort.

Garrett, however, is not in a forgiving mood, and leans in to pick Edwards up the moment the Broadcast Champion re-enters the ring. She goes to set up a belly-to-belly suplex, but Edwards takes a page out of her own book and connects with a headbutt instead. This, while not enough to take Garrett down, nonetheless gives Edwards the opportunity to plow through his opponent with a clothesline, finishing what the previous strike had started!

Having made a rare opportunity for himself, the Broadcast Champion promptly seeks to capitalise by dropping a couple of knees to the fallen Garrett's midsection. He follows this up with a leaping foot stomp, also to the midsection, which visibly takes the wind out of Garrett's sails. Satisfied with this outcome, the Broadcast Champion promptly rolls back through to his feet, before reaching down to pick up his opponent.

With Garrett now somewhat more worn down, Edwards is able to connect with a snap powerslam, which takes the bodybuilder back down to the mat again. Edwards, however, is not done yet, and promptly brings Garrett back up to her feet, setting up yet another move.

In this case, he opts for a double-underhook brainbuster, which he promptly attempts to set up, Garrett, however, is having none of it, and promptly rams her head into Edwards' stomach, sending the Champion reeling back, out of balance. Not losing another instant, Garrett then slips down and makes a grab for Edwards' foot, simultaneously tripping up the Champion and trapping him in an ankle lock!

Knowing he is well and truly caught this time, Edwards does not, however, lose his composure. Instead, he begins trying to fight the pain Garrett is delivering to his ankle, so as to reach the ropes directly in front of him. This proves easier said than done, however, as the bodybuilder is putting her submission credentials to good use and has the hold locked in all the way.

Even still, Edwards does not give up the struggle, managing to gain an inch or two across the mat. The crowd hold their breath as the Broadcast Champion leans in, reaches for the ropes...

...and gets dragged backwards by Garrett, causing a groan of frustration to emerge from the stands!

As she pulls the Broadcast Champion back, however, the challenger unwittingly releases the pressure somewhat - and this is all the opening Edwards needs. The Broadcast Champion bucks wildly, and manages to hit Garrett's sternum with his free leg, sending her stumbling backwards. This, in turn, gives James the chance to roll over onto his back, so that when his opponent steps back once more, she gets hit with yet another boot to the sternum!

As Garrett goes hurtling backwards into the ropes yet again, Edwards seizes the opportunity to pull himself back up to his feet. As such, when Garrett once again dashes forward, looking to go on offence, the Broadcast Champion is ready and waiting, Edwards ducks Garrett's clothesline, lets his momentum carry him to the ropes on the opposite side, and bounces off to hit the turning Garrett in the face with a big Yakuza kick! The Pole Shift Kai connects, and Edwards covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Garrett kicks out!

Having regained control of the match, however, Edwards is not too terribly affected by this setback. Rather than lament his luck or protest with the referee, he therefore simply rolls back through to his feet and reaches in to pick Garrett up once more.

As he brings his challenger up, Edwards attempts to apply a half-nelson, but gets blasted with an elbow to the face for his troubles. He reels back a step or two, but is quickly back on offence, changing his tactic on the fly and instead rushing at Garrett with a big boot as she turns around!

The bodybuilder, however, is able to see it coming, and promptly drops down to slide in between Edwards' legs. As she does so, she grabs hold of the Champion's support leg, causing him to topple to the mat, out of balance, and giving Garrett the opportunity to trap him in a heel hook!

Knowing he has been outsmarted yet again, Edwards has no other alternative but to attempt to fight the hold his opponent has yet again managed to catch him with. This he does by, once again, attempting to mule-kick, so as to throw Garrett off. While this momentarily works, however, Edwards is just a touch too slow to scramble free, and the fitness fanatic is able to trap him again almost straight away.

Left with everything to do, and with the ropes just too far away to reach for, the Broadcast Champion is therefore forced to think on his feet and come up with an alternative tactic. The strategy he eventually opts for involves attempting to turn himself over onto his back - an idea which, while not devoid of merit, is nonetheless easier said than done. Garrett has the hook locked in tight, and Edwards is seen visibly wincing and grimacing as he attempts to fight through the pain and reverse it.

Still, the Champion's efforts pay off, as he is eventually able to roll over onto his stomach and force Garrett to break the hold. He kicks at his opponent wildly, looking to push her backwards, all the while lunging towards the ropes directly in front. While the kick misses, connecting only with air, the dive is successful, and by the time Garrett grabs the Champion's ankle again, Edwards has reached the ropes!

He would have reckoned, however, without Jessie and Jamie Alexander, who - unseen by the referee - rap his knuckles, causng his fingers to spasm and release the ropes. When the official finally assesses the situation, Edwards' hands are therefore on the mat once more, and Kelly is free to continue wearing away at the Champion's heel with her hook manouevre.

Incensed by this, and the twins' underhanded tactics, Edwards does not hesitate this time around - a mighty kick to the face with his free foot sends Garrett flying backwards, and gives the Champion the chance to scramble towards the ropes, making sure to choose the set furthest from the Alexander twins this time around. Once there, Edwards quickly pushes himself up to his feet, just as Kelly does the same across the ring.

The Broadcast Champion is first to step away from the ropes, but the fruits of Garrett's strategy now become apparent, as he clearly favours his right leg. Even still, he valiantly attempts to fight through the pain as he once again prepares to square off against what is clearly a smart, driven and unscrupulous opponent.

The crowd get firmly behind the Champion as he steps up to face Garrett, but the challenger's stone-cold visage is in no way altered by this swell of support towards her opponent. Kelly is as businesslike as ever as she appraises Edwards, and is quickly back on offence again, as she quickly slides down and grabs his leg a third time!

Before the Broadcast Champion knows what is happening, he is writhing and grimacing under the pain of a knee bar, being expertly applied to his kicking leg. Showing all of her in-ring expertise and awareness, Garrett has cinched in the hold right in the centre of the ring, making Edwards' task of attempting to break free as difficult as possible for the Broadcast Champion.

Even still, Edwards refuses to give up without a fight, and attempts to power through the pain in his urge to evade the hold. Seeing that the ropes are much too far away to be a feasible means of escape, the Broadcast Champion focuses instead on attempting to wriggle out of Garrett's tightly locked-in hold, immediately beginning to shift his body every which way in an attempt to loosen his challenger's grip on his leg.

This proves easier said than done - Garrett having put all of her expertise into the way the hold is applied - but, eventually, Edwards is able to use his weight advantage to turn over onto his side just enough to free up his other leg. Without a moment's hesitation, he then shoots this leg towards his challenger's face, startling her and causing her to loosen her grip just enough for him to break free! Garrett immediately attempts to lock the knee bar on again, but Edwards is faster, lunging for the ropes and putting an end to his opponent's intentions!

Even still, Garrett has no qualms in locking in another knee bar and milking the referee's five-count for all it is worth. Only after the official reaches 'four' does she step back and allow the Broadcast Champion to get to his feet - a task Edwards can, by now, only accomplish with the help of the ropes.

No sooner is the Champion back on his feet, however, than Garrett is back to work on his leg. A chop block to the knee takes Edwards down once again, with a scream of pain, and an enzuigiri sends him hurtling towards the ropes. Kelly then promptly makes a grab for his leg yet again, but this time, James is ready, almost immediately pushing the challenger away with a boot to the chest. Garrett goes reeling backwards, and Edwards once again takes the chance to scramble to his feet with the help of the ropes.

it takes no more than a moment, however, for Garrett to be back on offence, once again lunging for Edwards' knee. The Broadcast Champion is, however, ready this time around, and the chop block attempt bounces off the ropes as he sidesteps it. Garrett tries to spin around quickly, but Edwards is somehow quicker, and gets in behind the challenger, locking in a half-nelson before throwing her over with a suplex! The Half-Cut connects, and Edwards slides on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!! Garrett kicks out!

Despite once again failing to put his challenger away, Edwards seems calm and collected as he once again picks Garrett up. Taking advantage of his opponent's woozy state, he then promptly sets up - and delivers - his patented Regaplex, the Foxfire! He goes to bridge it, looking to end it...

...but his leg gives in, causing the bridge to break before the referee has even started counting!

The Broadcast Champion grimaces in pain as the effects of Garrett's handiwork become apparent, forcing him to stay down on the mat a moment longer, as he assesses the damage the bridge attempt has done to his injured leg. Garrett, on the other hand, immediately seeks to take advantage, grabbing the Champion's legs and looking to set up her trademark cloverleaf hold, the Physically Done! Edwards, however, is still aware enough to kick his opponent away once more and quickly hold onto the ropes, thwarting any further attempts from Garrett to lock in the hold!

As such, the challenger is forced to wait and look on as the Champion brings himself to his wobbly legs, leaning onto the ropes for support. Once again, however, it does not take more than a moment after Edwards has pulled himself to a vertical position before Garrett rushes in, this time looking for her desperation lariat! The attempt to Physically Dominate James Edwards is, however, thwarted as the Champion ducks underneath and hits the opposite set of ropes running, looking to rebound into yet another of his many trademark moves...

...only for Jessie and Jamie Alexander to trip him up, banging his knee against the apron for good measure!

The Broadcast Champion lets out another scream of pain as the referee rushes over to admonish the two twins. Jessie and Jamie vehemently plead their innocence, but the referee has caught a good view of the incident, and it is clear the Australian twins' tactics are merely diversionary, buying their ally some time to recover and potentially capitalise on their handiwork.

This is not lost on Kelly Garrett, who - with Edwards still rolling around in pain on the mat - promptly steps in and makes a second attempt at locking in the Physically Spent Texas cloverleaf! This time around, she succeeds in bringing both of James' legs up to shoulder level, and thus begins attempting to turn the Broadcast Champion over onto his side. James weighs himself down, making the challenger's job somewhat harder, but the bodybuilder is not discouraged. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, then begins attempting to turn Edwards over once again...

...only for the Broadcast Champion to suddenly reverse it into a victory roll!! The referee drops down and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

Jessie and Jamie Alexander hop onto the apron and attempt to rush the ring...

THREE!

...but too late! James Edwards snatches victory from the jaws of defeat to retain his title!

WINNER in 17:37 and STILL UKWF Broadcast Champion; James Edwards

Having been just too late to prevent their ally from suffering a fluke pin, Jessie and Jamie do not, however, hesitate to leave their mark another way. Before James Edwards so much as has the chance to pull himself up to his feet so he can have his hand raised, the Australian twins descend upon him with stomps, punishing him for the fate Kelly Garrett has endured. A moment later, Garrett herself joins in - as best she can after the gruelling match - and, together, the three send a clear message to James Edwards. A chorus of boos rains down upon them as they then leave the ring and make their way up the ramp, leaving a worn-down Broadcast Champion to be helped up and handed his belt by the match referee.

[UKWF]

The fans began to boo strongly as Marcus LeVine's music hit. It wasn't time for his match, and many hadn't even wanted to see him when that match came. This man's barbaric assault two weeks ago had left a bad taste in the mouth of many of the UKWF's fans. Tonight Marcus walked onto stage alongside his beautiful fiance. Marcus carried a microphone with him, and Cassie carried two chairs. Marcus's expression seemed to be of genuine joy as he and Cassie walked to ringside. Taking their time and hoping for each and every word Marcus let slither of his mouth float in the heads of the fans. Marcus was on a mission tonight.

Marcus LeVine: I'm sure you're all happy to see me. I'm sure each and every one of you people bought your tickets to make sure that you caught a glimpse of greatness. You see I am greatness, I am a legend, I am a saviour to the lost art of wrestling. Wrestling has become a sport for the simplistic and idealistic wretch of a country that allows for the absolute filth of man to trace its halls. Wrestling has given way to the likes of Wasabi to fully be allowed into the wrestling world, and I can't stand that. I have come to save this business. I'm grieved to have to come out here with this microphone and tread through the darkness and depravity that has been shown to me throughout my exhaustive stay in this country of yours. But, I am happy to be the one to save you. You see I have been treading through this darkness for a long time and I can finally tell you lost and broken masses what it truly means to be the voice of the chosen few. I have walked through this stain of a country and it has broken me. I have been thrown into this turmoil and in this storming sea of iniquity, and I can truly say to you that what stands before you today is your shining beacon of hope. My master, my father, he taught me a very important lesson. To save. He taught me to face my demons and to face those who would seek to aid the demons that transgress them. I am the saviour of the broken toys that have been cast aside. I did it to Aiden Demois. He was broken, and through the crimson bath, he has been awoken into a new and saved man. I look into this crowd of disheartened men and women and I wish to save you all. I shall save you all. I and only I can save your derelict souls before they are cast into the ever shallow abyss of darkness they are destined for. So, I ask you all now, who is brave enough to step in this ring with me and be saved?

Marcus looks into the crowd, almost no one moving. Slowly, a few souls raised their hands timidly, even fewer people began to stand. Marcus smiled as he watched this, walking up the ring steps he wrapped his arm around the turnbuckle and looked into the crowd.

Marcus LeVine: You sir. You in the third row, with the black shirt. You have been chosen. Security, let him into my ring.

As Marcus slid in between the ropes and watched as two security guards walked a young man through the crowd and into ringside. Marcus sat in the ring with his legs crossed and didn't take his eye of the man once, the fans all but silent trying to figure out what this psychopath was thinking now. The man walked into ringside and looked nervous as he walked up the steps and into the ring. Cassie set up one of the chairs in the centre of the ring, facing it away from the entrance ramp. Marcus didn't speak, but he stood, and stared at the man entering the ring and watched as he sat. Marcus walked right behind the chair and dropped to one knee. His head reached the man's shoulder, and Marcus used his left hand to cover the eyes of the man he had walked into the ring.

Marcus LeVine: My son, I ask you to keep your eyes closed. You have seen the world through the eyes of the wicked and blind, and I shall show you the world through the eyes of the chosen few. My son, what is your name?[/color]

Man: I... My name is Jerry."

Marcus moved his hand slowly, seeing that Jerry had kept his eyes closed Marcus smiled and stood, keeping a crouched position behind the fan and clutching to him as he began to speak.

Marcus LeVine: Jerry. I am here to save you. You shall not be this broken toy that this world as made you. You are my son, Jeremiah. Jeremiah, you shall be the chosen ones. You will break through the darkness. Tell these people of your transgressions, of your addictions. Tell them why you need to be reborn.

Man: I have been twisted. I drink. I was drinking tonight. Your words spoke to me. I need to be fixed."

Marcus LeVine: It's okay my son. Your transgressions shall be forgiven. Keep your eyes closed and when they open again you shall be a new man. You shall be truly awoken. You shall see the darkness and you shall fight against it. I promise you, you will be fixed.

Marcus let go of "Jeremiah" and walked to Cassie, handing her the microphone. The two shared a nod and Marcus was handed the second chair. The fans could see what was coming and many began to boo and tell the man to leave the ring. Marcus simply shook his head and stood in front of his misguided toy. He took in the emotions around him and smiled as he lifted the chair high and slammed it hard against the head of Jeremiah. The man was sent flying to the mat, and the chair that had just swung into his head was wrapped around his neck.

Slowly but surely drops of blood began to spill out of a cut on his forehead. Marcus looked at the man and smiled as Cassie went to hand LeVine his microphone. Marcus walked towards the "fixed" Jerimiah and knelt next to his head.

Marcus LeVine: In a world of evil, you have become good. Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs. To paraphrase Mr LeVay again: You will see man lusting after half-naked girls on Saturday night, and Sunday morning they shall be in the pews praying for forgiveness. That next Saturday night you will see those same men lusting after half-naked women, or some other dark form of indulgence. This is the world that breeds hypocrisy, but today, you, Jerimiah, are saved. Come to the light, and the wicked shall follow. When the wicked reach the light, they shall be cleansed.

With that, LeVine made his way back up the ramp, amid a chorus of boos.

[UKWF]

JJ Young & Hana Park v Declan Black & Mark Storm

The match starts with a show of sportsmanship from all four competitors, who shake hands ahead of choosing who will start as the legal person. Eager rookie JJ Young volunteers for this role for his team, while Mark Storm starts for his. The two face off for a moment as they wait for the bell, then, as it rings, engage in a feeling out process, circling each other cautiously.

This stalemate is broken by Young, who - with typical rookie brashness - challenges Storm to a collar and elbow tie-up. The journeyman veteran promptly acquiesces, and the two men promptly lock up, each jockeying for position.

Despite JJ's eagerness to tie up, however, his gambit ends up working against him. Having the size and strength advantage over his opponent, Storm has relatively little difficulty overpowering the rookie, and pushing him towards the far corner. JJ attempts to resist every step of the way, planting his feet so as to make the veteran's task harder, but all of his best efforts are for naught; in the end, he still finds himself pinned to the corner, with Storm lighting his chest up with chops! The crowd gleefully 'woo''s along with every strike, as the rookie desperately seeks for a way out of his predicament!

Eventually, after he has landed a dozen or so chops to Young's chest, Storm lets up the pressure. The youth's respite is, however, short-lived, as the veteran quickly switches from chops to forearm strikes, which keep the rookie pinned to the corner and the veteran in control.

When Young does get out of the corner, then, it is on Storm's terms, when the veteran launches into a hurricanrana which sends the rookie flying across the mat. JJ scrambles to his feet and dashes towards Storm, but the veteran drops down, and the youth finds himself on the receiving end of an arm drag! JJ kips up to his feet and turns around, but Storm is waiting to connect with another one, which sends the youth tumbling head over heels again. JJ pulls himself to his feet as best he can, rushes towards Storm again...

...and stops, faking the veteran out just as he is dropping down! Caught off-balance, Storm is not quick enough to recover, and JJ swiftly capitalises with a leg lariat, which takes the journeyman down!

Having finally found a way into the match, JJ is quick to attempt to build on the opportunity he created. He waits until Storm rolls through to his feet, then dropkicks the veteran on the side of the head, taking him down to the mat again, before following up with a quick knee drop. He adds a second one, wearing down Storm's midsection, before springing to his feet again and connecting with a standing moonsault. The move lands flush on the veteran's newly worn-down midsection, and JJ hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TW---NO!! Quick kickout from Mark Storm!

As JJ rolls through to his feet, the expression on his face indicates that even he knows the cover attempt was a little too hopeful at this stage of the match, and against an opponent like Mark Storm. To his credit, however, he immediately seeks to atone by starting over. He gets to his feet, steps away from Mark Storm, and waits until the veteran pushes himself up to one knee before launching himself in the direction of the ropes and rebounding off into a shining wizard kick! Storm is not quite quick enough on the uptake, and the rookie manages to take the veteran down yet again!

Buoyed by his good spell of momentum, the youth engages in a brief bout of taunting, teasing the fallen Storm with a 'bring it on' gesture. Then, knowing his window of opportunity is limited, he quickly makes his way to the turnbuckle, scurrying up it as fast as his feet will allow. Once at the top, he looks down at the still-fallen Storm and takes off with his trademark Phoenix Splash...

...only for Storm to roll out of the way, and the rookie to crash and burn to the mat!

The crowd grown in sympathy as the less experienced wrestler falls for the trap laid by the more experienced one, and Storm regains the advantage. Even still, as the veteran clambers to his feet, it is obvious the rookie's offence has had some impact on him, as he is unsteady on his legs and finds himself forced to take a moment to recover before he once again turns towards the rookie.

Once he does engage JJ again, Storm picks him up and delivers a dragon suplex. The rookie goes hurtling across the mat, but quickly scrambles to his feet, only for Storm to hit him with a discus clothesline, taking him right back down to the mat again. Once again, however, JJ quickly scrambles to his feet, only to find Storm has springboarded off the ropes and is hurtling in his direction. Before the rookie can so much as parry, he is being hit with a diving cutter, which sends him right back down again!

Having once again picked up momentum, Storm then seeks to slow the rhythm of the match down, pumping the brakes on himself and instead leaning over to pick up JJ once again. He brings the rookie to his feet, picks him up in a gutwrench position, then transitions into a powerbomb attempt...

...that Young reverses into a hurricanrana! Storm goes sprawling across the mat, and the rookie takes the opportunity to run to his corner and tag in Hana Park!

The crowd cheers as the Korean steps in and promptly makes a beeline for Storm. She brings him to his feet, but the veteran is ready, pushing her away with a forearm strike as she brings him up, then following it up with yet another discus clothesline, which takes Hana down and gives him the opportunity to tag in Declan Black!

As he comes in, UKWF's newest signing promptly brings the now-kneeling Korean up to her feet, ahead of throwing her overhead with a simple yet effective front suplex. He rolls through to his feet, waits for Hana to get back up to hers, and lunges in with a rolling elbow. Then, as his opponent goes down, he connects with a couple of quick knee drops, wearing her down, before leaning in to bring her to her feet again. He throws her towards the ropes, then, as she rebounds off them, flies in, flooring Park with a big roundhouse kick, which he transitions into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---A kickout from Park!

Despite his failure, Declan is still in control as he brings Hana back up to her feet. He pulls her in, traps her head, and delivers his In the Black cutter! The move connects, and Black advances into another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!! Park kicks out again!

This time, an expression of mixed frustration and admiration broaches the journeyman's face as he brings the Korean back up to her feet. He stalls for a moment, deciding on the best course of action, before shooting Park into the ropes again. He runs in, looking for another strike...

....and gets hit with a Superkick instead!!!

The crowd roars as Hana's trademark strike hits, and the Korean drops down to cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO!

Obviously still too fresh to succumb to a one-move KO, Black kicks out, forcing Hana to start over. The Korean, however, appears to have a plan, and gives Black just enough time to get to his knees before leaping up and hitting him in the back of the head with her patented Mass Effect double foot stomp! Despite the lack of elevation, the move connects, and Hana turns Black over before dropping on top of him again. The referee counts the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Declan Black is still alive!

Even after the second failed clothesline, Hana is still calm and collected, once again stepping away and waiting for Declan to get to his feet. When he does, she promptly lunges in with the Hadouken double palm strike, sending him reeling backwards and into the ropes! Declan falls forward onto his knees, and Hana sees her chance. She runs in and leaps into her trademark shining wizard kick...

DING! DING! DING! DING!

....but Declan avoids getting Ninja'd as the bell rings, indicating the time limit has been reached! These four fighters will have to settle for a draw!

RESULT: Time limit draw (10:00)

Despite the underwhelming result, the post-match is marked by another round of hand-shaking among the four competitors, in a show of respect which gets the due cheer from the crowd. The only sour note is given by the apparition, as the fighters leave the ring, of the New Management Enforcers, who stand on the ramp and glower at Black and Park as they pass. Still, no other action is taken by Stella Chalmers-Blythe's acolytes, and all four athletes reach the backstage area safely. One cannot help but feel, however, that it is but a matter of time before the NME finally do find new targets...

[UKWF]

Francisco Lopez is alone backstage walking towards the locker room. He looks focused and ready to aid Wasabi to a victory.

??: Do you really think he can do it?

Lopez looks behind himself to see Chris Ghensi standing behind him.

Lopez: He may not have had the best of luck so far, but I am certain he can pull this off. After all, he eliminated them last time.

Ghensi chuckles at his former ally's remark.

Ghensi: Oh, how the years have changed you. You've become so naive. Think of who you were. You racked up an ungodly winning streak back in So-Cal. Now you struggle to win a single match.

Lopez: And I suppose you'd have me turn on him? Have me rejoin you after what you've become? You were different once. You fought for what was right, you fought against the injustice, and now you only live to create havoc.

Ghensi: I didn't change. I woke up. I allowed the demon inside of me to burst out. And you are no stranger to that. Let it out. We were once an army. We could be that army again. Think about it. You could reclaim your former glory. You and I together, we could dominate this land. He clearly is the weak link of this chain. I think it's time you cut him loose.

Ghensi walks away as Lopez watches him, almost expressionless.

[UKWF]

Wasabi v Marcus LeVine

No sooner has the bell rung for the start of the match than Marcus LeVine goes on offence. Before Wasabi is even done waving to the adoring Kent fans, he is being blasted with a barrage of forearm shots, courtesy of his less-than-patient opponent! Caught completely on the back foot, the luchador is sent stumbling backwards, and the 'New Age Punk' promptly capitalises, hitting a back elbow shot which sends Wasabi into the ropes!

Moving too fast for even his agile opponent to keep up, LeVine promptly rushes in with yet another forearm, which almost sends Wasabi sprawling over the top rope. The luchador just about manages to hold on, but his only reward for not going over the top is a bionic elbow to the face! 

Wasabi's head snaps backwards as the shot connects, and LeVine uses that split-second window of opportunity to land a big side thrust kick to the luchador's gut, further wearing him down. With Wasabi still too groggy to react, the bloodthirsty wrestler then has time enough to back up and run in to hit a devastating bicycle kick, which finally does succeed in sending the luchador tumbling over the ropes to the outside!

With the match now completely under control, and his opponent totally at his mercy, LeVine looks calm and collected as he steps through the middle rope in pursuit of his opponent. He picks the groggy Wasabi up off the arena floor and tosses him towards the nearby ring post, grinning with barely contained delight as the luchador connects with the steel back-first. Not letting his pleasure have the best of him, however, he quickly rushes in once again, pinning the luchador to the post with another forearm shot! A few more follow, in rapid succession, before the 'New Age Punk' switches to knife edge chops, further humiliating his still-hapless partner. He adds a couple of slaps, just for good measure, before stepping back and measuring up his opponent. With Wasabi seemingly dead on his feet, LeVine feels confident enough to rush in with his 'Headshot' knee smash...

...BUT WASABI DODGES!!!

Seemingly not as out of it as he appeared, the luchador is just about able to dive out of the way of his opponent's attempted shot, causing LeVine's knee to connect with nothing but bare steel! Then, as the 'New Age Punk' hops around in agony, he scrambles to his feet and slides under the top rope, breaking the referee's count at a comfortable FOUR!

Having regained the safety of the ring, the luchador promptly puts some space between himself and his opponent by walking across to the opposite end of the ring. It is there that he waits for LeVine to re-enter the ring, leaning against the ropes nonchalantly as the referee starts a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

On the outside, the 'New Age Punk' is still struggling with the pain caused to his knee as a result of the collision with the post. Hearing the referee's count, he makes an attempt to stand up, only for his own body to betray him and send him right back down to a kneeling position again, as the referee inexorably carries out his duty.

FIVE!

SIX!

LeVine makes another attempt to stand up, and - this time - is just about able to steer himself towards the apron. He clings to it for dear life, and makes a gargantuan effort to lift himself up onto it. As he lifts his injured knee, a grimace of pain crosses his face, but he endures through it, rolls underneath the bottom rope, and breaks the referee's count just after 'SEVEN!'

Having avoided the worst, LeVine promptly goes about bringing himself up to a vertical position once again. Still wincing from the pain in his knee, the 'New Age Punk' is nonetheless able to bring himself up to a kneeling position, and promptly reaches for the ropes, attempting to bring himself up the rest of the way.

Before he can do so, however, Wasabi pounces. Having been given an opening by his opponent's pained condition, the luchador promptly runs in, connecting with a knee strike to the side of LeVine's temple! The 'New Age Punk' goes down, and the sushi-themed luchador attempts a quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--LeVine grabs the ropes!!

Despite his failure to keep his opponent down, Wasabi seems encouraged by the fact that he has at least found a way into the match, and promptly brings LeVine up again. He pulls his opponent up, and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex, which he converts into another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Shoulder up from LeVine!

Despite having yet again failed to keep his opponent down, Wasabi's spell of momentum has clearly encouraged the luchador, and he is quick to roll through to his feet and connect with a DDT! Both men fall backwards onto the mat once more, but LeVine lands too close to the ropes, making a cover attempt somewhat pointless. As such, Wasabi elects not to try for the pin, instead rolling through to his feet and leaning down to pick up the groggy LeVine and pin him up against the corner post. He then backs up a few steps, ahead of running in with a spear...

...which LeVine dodges!!

The 'New Age Punk' comes to life just in time to avoid Wasabi's move, and it is the luchador's turn to have a body part connect with the post - in this case, his shoulder. Reeling from the pain, Wasabi stumbles backwards...only to get caught by LeVine, who connects with a snapmare driver and sends the luchador head-first into the bottom turnbuckle! The HeadCrab connects, and LeVine once again gains the upper hand in this match!

Having Wasabi in perfect position, the New Age Punk promptly pulls the luchador closer to the centre of the mat before stepping in to apply a Boston Crab. Wasabi tries his best to hinder his opponent, but despite all of his best efforts, it appears as though LeVine will be able to both apply the move and lock it in.

At the last second, however, the luchador is somehow able to jerk his body just close enough to the ropes to grab them, ultimately preventing the New Age Punk from going through with his intentions. LeVine is visibly miffed by this, and gives Wasabi exactly as long as the referee demands to recover before rushing in again.

This time, however, the luchador senses his opponent coming, and is just alert enough to take a step to one side and catch LeVine off-balance. A moment later, the 'New Age Punk' is flying over the top rope yet again, while the luchador - sensing another opening - is shooting off in the opposite direction. As LeVine hits the floor and seeks to scramble to his feet once again, Wasabi takes off running and vaults over the ropes with the suicide dive called the Kamikaze...

...WHICH LEVINE DODGES!!! The luchador faceplants, and just like that, the momentum is reversed yet again!!

As the crowd gasp in horror at Wasabi's face-first plummet onto the hard surface on the outside, LeVine coolly rolls back under the bottom rope once again, pulling himself up to his feet as the referee starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NI---NO!!! LeVine rolls under the bottom rope and retrieves the still unconscious Wasabi, rolling him into the ring!

Indeed, it appears the New Age Punk has changed his mind, and decided a count-out victory would not do. Instead, he once again pulls the still unresponsive Wasabi to the centre of the ring and coolly turns him over onto his back. From there, and with the luchador still putting up no resistance whatsoever, he is easily able to lock in the inverted figure-four leg lock he calls 'O Canada'. The sudden pain to his legs seems, in turn, to revive Wasabi, but sadly the luchador finds himself with no other choice but to submit, giving LeVine the win!

WINNER by submission in 06:33: Marcus LeVine

Despite already having won, as well as made his opponent submit, LeVine does not yet seem satisfied, and keeps his submission firmly locked in after the bell. The pain the leg lock is causing Wasabi is well apparent in the now-revived luchador's expression, but still LeVine refuses to relent, seemingly seeking to break Wasabi once and for all.

Respite for the luchador comes, then, when his partner rushes the ring, tyre iron in hand. Before LeVine even knows what is happening, Francisco Lopez has whacked him over the head with his weapon of choice, causing him to free his hold on Wasabi as he hurtles towards the mat, unconscious.

Knowing he does not have much time, Lopez then quickly gathers his still half-conscious partner and drags him out of the ring. He then helps him to a vertical position, which in turn allows him to wrap one of Wasabi's arms around his shoulders, supporting him. The two then make their way up the ramp, Lopez supporting his partner's weight all the way up. The Medway Park crowd give the two a significant ovation as they make their way backstage and to safety, leaving their common enemy lying unconscious in the ring.

[UKWF]

[Heavy footsteps, echoing through a low-ceiling'd hall, countered by the hiss of steam.]

[Magdalena Waechter stalks through the bowels of Medway Park, the burnt orange glow of emergency lighting casting her face in amber and glittering from the iron mail that trails out from underneath her robes. Surreptitiously she looks back over her shoulder; if she sees our camera, she makes no sign, and as nothing else is trailing in her wake, she keeps going, losing herself - but not us - in a winding garden-hedge maze built from rusting machinery.]

[In time, the light changes to a more calming yellow, supplied by a series of candle-lit lamps surrounding another robed woman stood before a medical gurney. We've seen her before. She jumps slightly at her superior's harsh voice.]

Magdalena: Well, Grendel, how goes our great experiment?

Grendel: Ah! It...it proceeds well, Canoness. Faster than I had expected. The bindings are holding, however.

Magdalena: [quietly, to herself] And soaked through with the blood of a better universe...

[As Magdalena walks around the gurney, we get a better look at the...person laid across it, held in place by shackles around wrists, biceps, waist and ankles. He - at least it seems male to the eye - is tall and powerfully built, but his garments emphasize sleekness rather than bulk. Leather and uncured animal hide fits him snugly, pressed in by a variety of belts and straps, all cinched as tight as the manacles pinning him to the bed. Hands coil and uncoil within thick black gloves. The head is covered with a close-fitting hood, and the face is obscured behind a rough mask of torn fabric, even concealing the eyes, mouth and nose behind dark cloth, bringing to mind the appearance of a scarecrow.]

[Apart from the hands he is eerily still, showing no sign of even breathing. Magdalena seems not at all perturbed by this, nodding absently as she completes her circle. Grendel remains anxious.]

Grendel: The commandments in the old scrolls were very specific, but they did not explain why all the host's flesh must be covered...

Magdalena: Remember where our new friend used to dwell. He does not know the feeling of this fallen world's sun beating against his back, and would doubtless hate it. Better to spare him that pain.

Grendel: There's...also this.

[The young Sister rolls up her left sleeve, revealing a set of angry purple bruises. From the shape and spacing, they clearly came from a human hand - and a strong one at that. The Canoness winces sympathetically at the sight.]

Grendel: I showed all due deference, I promise you that, Canoness. But even so, the host was violently uncooperative during all stages of the binding ritual, only calming when I was but an hour from completion. Does that not seem wrong to you, that our Lord's Shard would not appreciate us?

[Magdalena seems to chew on the inside of her lip for a moment, then turns to give Grendel her full and frank attention. The other woman seems to wilt slightly beneath her ice-cold gaze.]

Magdalena: You forget our place, young one. It is true that we see through the deceptions that plague most denizens of this filthy rock, but we still share their mortal sin...humanity. We are our Lord's followers, not his children. And however much we adore him and serve him, he owes us no love in return, and grants us none. We are but the architects of his grand reawakening, and are fated to never see the utopia he creates.

[Grendel accepts this, unquestioning, with a humble nod.]

Magdalena: And the Shard is part of the Lord - a primal thing, less than a whole but greater than any number of us, brought into this world it has never known. Of course it reacts with -

[Turning to gesture at the manacled man - this 'Shard' - Magdalena finds an empty gurney and open restraints holding nothing.]

[It's behind them.]

Magdalena: ...hostility.

Grendel: By the black void...

[As Grendel drops one hand instinctively to a weapon riding at her waist, a tingle on the back of her neck makes Magdalena wheel around - and cry out as one dark hand slaps down across her right shoulder and digs its fingers in like a claw. Despite her multiple layers of thickened medieval clothing and her own high pain tolerance, the pressure burns like a fire through her.]

[The sound of her superior's anguish catches Grendel's attention. She whirls around and, despite gaping in shock at their assailant, swiftly draws her weapon - a mace, its clubbing end tipped with a cast-iron ball studded with inch-long spikes - and swings. The Shard makes no move to block or evade - in fact, it does not register the attack at all. Even when the barbs dig deep into its outer coating at the pectoral area, its only immediate response is to turn its head and freeze Grendel to the spot with a sightless stare. So shocked is she that she doesn't notice its free arm moving, empty palm facing toward her as it thrusts forward sharply. Only two inches, but the force is enough to propel Grendel off her feet and leave her to crash against the concrete wall with a dull thud.]

[Magdalena grimaces as Grendel falls - but seems to think better of striking out in revenge. Instead, she drops down to her knees, still with the claw digging into her, and bows low, to the point her nose almost touches the floor.]

Magdalena: In - ngh - my eternal shame, I prostrate m-myself before thee and await your judgement...

[Her voice drops to an even lower pitch as she speaks a word never heard in over a century...]

Magdalena: ...my Lord [REDACTED].

[And at the sound of that name, the thing's grip is released. Magdalena dares to look up, and finds that the Shard is now ignoring her completely, instead pacing slowly around the room, its head pivoting this way and that. Surveying this new world.]

[Rising slowly, the Canoness moves to Grendel and helps the other woman unsteadily to her feet. The follower leans heavily against her master, and the two watch as the monster they've created first paws experimentally at a lightbulb behind a wire grate - then pulls the bulb clear out of the wall, burning it out in the process.]

Grendel: I pray the decisions that brought us here were wise, Canoness.

Magdalena: A sentiment I share, Grendel...

[With that, the feed cuts to ringside.]

[UKWF]

Rayne Young v Drew Stevenson

Before the bell even rings, heated words are already being exchanged by the three men involved in the match - or rather, more accurately, Rayne Young is yelling all sorts of epiteths and threats at both Drew Stevenson and Wulf Erikson, while the former makes a show of ignoring him and the latter calls out a few jeering remarks. Still, there is clearly no love lost between either participant in the match - a fact which becomes all the more apparent a moment later, when the bell rings and Rayne Young almost immediately goes on offence!

Indeed, before Drew Stevenson even knows what hit him, he is being rocked and sent stumbling backwards with a big right hand! Young is quick to follow up with a left hand to the veteran grappler's temple, which sends him reeling into the corner. His objective achieved, Young promptly steps in to trap Stevenson in the corner with a flurry of punches to his face and head!

With the arrogant journeyman helpless in the corner, Young looks to continue capitalising by delivering repeated knee shots to Stevenson's gut. He does not connect with more than a couple or three, however, before the referee comes over and orders him to give his opponent some space. Young ignores the referee at first, simply continuing to hammer away at his opponent with forearms and knees; as the referee's warnings become more vehement and the threat of disqualification arises, however, 'The Anarchist' eventually relents, grudgingly backing up a couple of steps to comply with the referee's wishes.

Stevenson's respite does not last too long, however; no sooner has 'The Emerald' regained his bearings and stumbled out of the corner than he is being pulled in by Rayne Young, and thrown over with a snap suplex! Stevenson hits the mat hard, but his opponent is far from done, and promptly pulls him back up to his feet once more. Drew tries to resist being set up for a suplex by way of punches to the stomach, but this only causes Young to change tack, ramming through his opponent with a big clothesline!

As 'The Emerald' hits the floor once again, his opponent openly taunts him - something about the number of titles Stevenson claims to have won. Even as he mocks the controversial journeyman, however, Young does not let up on his attack on Stevenson, punishing him with targeted stomps to his ribs. This brings the referee over once more, to ask Rayne to relent, but the 'Cobra' once again refuses to comply right away; only when the official in charge threatens disqualification does he eventually, grudgingly, step away from his opponent and give him the space to roll over to one knee.

Once again, however, Stevenson's respite is short-lived, eager to inflict more pain, Young is quick to step in once again and drag 'The Emerald' to his feet. He brings his opponent in close, looking to set up another high-impact move...but this time, Stevenson is ready. Before Young has the chance to set up whatever move he is looking for, the controversial veteran turns the tables by poking him in the eye!

This move, pulled off due to the referee's view being blocked by Rayne, is met with the predictable reaction from the crowd in attendance. Boos rain down on 'The Emerald' as he profits from his opponent's disorientation to connect with his first successful offensive manouevre in the match, a big clothesline! The still-confused Rayne puts up no resistance, and as he hits the ground, Stevenson follows up on his spell of momentum by dropping a number of knee strikes on his stomach, wearing him down. He then takes a couple of steps to the side and - before Young can react - drops a knee across his face as well! 

Momentum now well and truly reversed, 'The Emerald' takes a moment to gloat to the crowd, pointing to his temple as if to indicate how smart he is. This, predictably, meets with vehement disapproval from the Kent fans, and a chant of 'YOU'VE GOT NO BALLS' is promptly aimed at the wily veteran. Also predictably, Stevenson takes offence to this; rather than spend too much time ranting at the crowd, however, 'The Emerald' chooses to take his frustrations out on his opponent, and turns around to deliver a running knee strike to the kneeling Rayne's temple! The big man goes down once more, and Stevenson turns around once again, just long enough to smirk at the crowd, before stepping in to pull him to his feet.

As he does so, however, Young proves he is not quite out on his feet just yet, connecting with a vicious elbow shot to Stevenson's temple. The crowd roars as The Emerald stumbles backwards a step, his spell of offence interrupted, but by the time Young tries to capitalise, Stevenson is fully alert once again, dodging away from his opponent's superkick attempt and gaining Young's back; when the bigger man whirls around, he is therefore met with a big, stiff Clothesline from Hell! Rayne crumples to the mat, and Stevenson drops down for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Kickout by Rayne Young!

The crowd give out a cheer, almost in spite of themselves, as Rayne kicks out; by this point, they are clearly supporting the lesser of two evils. As for Stevenson, he does not seem overly miffed with the fact that his opponent kicked out, knowing he still has the upper hand regardless. As such, rather than protest with the referee, 'The Emerald' simply leans in and brings his opponent up once again, pulling him in and giving him the receipt for the snap suplex from earlier by landing one of his own!

Despite the high-impact manoeuvre, and the groggy state he is in as a result of the previous clothesline, Young promptly begins trying to scramble to his feet almost as soon as he has hit the mat. His overall weariness makes this difficult, however, and his hopes are well and truly dashed as Stevenson runs in with yet another knee strike! Rayne thus finds himself back down on the canvas, as his opponent mounts him and begins to rain punches down on him!

As had happened with Young, however, Stevenson's attempt at keeping his opponent grounded brings the referee over to admonish the journeyman. Unlike Rayne, however, Stevenson makes a show of cavalierly obeying the referee's orders, the obvious phoniness of which once again brings a chorus of boos from the stands. Stevenson affects an expression of shocked surprise as he turns around to face the fans - instantly earning himself a round of even louder jeering - but keeps his pretence up no more than a moment longer, soon turning around to pick his opponent up and bring him to his feet once more.

This time, as he brings Young up, Stevenson sets him up for a vertical suplex. A moment later, he lifts his opponent up, flipping him upside down, then stalling for the requisite few moments before delivering the move...

...which he never gets to do, as Young manages to wriggle free and reverse the pin into a backslide! The referee drops down and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

---Shoulder up by Stevenson!

As the two men roll to their feet once more, Stevenson has clearly lost some of his cockiness and swagger. As for Young, he seems to have found a second wind, and promptly dislocates Stevenson's jaw with the Midas Touch superkick!! 'The Emerald' collapses to the mat, seemingly out cold, and Young drops down for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE???

NO!!! Shoulder up by Stevenson at the last possible second!!

This very narrow escape from the controversial journeyman veteran causes his opponent to lose his temper with the official yet again. No sooner has the referee indicated two than the 'Cobra' rolls through to his feet and gets in his face. The man in the stripes is not, however, intimidated by the considerably larger wrestler, and stands his ground, once again threatening Rayne Young with disqualification if he does not comply with his wishes. Not wanting to accidentally cost himself the match, Young therefore thinks it best to comply with the ref's orders, albeit very begrudgingly. He therefore lets up on his protestations and makes as if to turn towards Stevenson once again...

...only to get pulled down into a rollup! The referee drops down and counts!

ONE!

TWO!

--Rayne reverses the rollup! Stevenson is now the one with his shoulders down!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Kickout from 'The Emerald!'

As the two men roll through to their feet once more, Young is glowering daggers at both Stevenson and the referee. Knowing he cannot do anything about the official, however - at least not without direct and almost certainly unwanted consequences - he concentrates on continuing to punish his opponent. He steps in, looking to pull Stevenson in for a high-impact move once again...

...only for 'The Emerald' to drop to his knees, attempting to beg off of the match!

The crowd inside the Medway Sports Park waste no time letting the veteran know exactly how they feel about his tactics, but this does nothing to dissuade Stevenson. Instead, 'The Emerald' almost doubles the intensity of his please, groveling at the feet of a still-seething Rayne Young. Nor do the referee's words have that much effect on the journeyman, who turns to the man in the stripes and begins to plead with him as well, in nearly comical fashion.

A moment later, the reason for this bizarre and borderline pitiful behaviour becomes clear, as all eyes are on Stevenson's outlandish performance - including Young's - the second half of Blood Money is able to slip in behind the cluster of athletes and referee. Cricket bat in hand, Wulf Erikson creeps closer to the huddled forms of Young, the referee and his own partner, clearly with malicious intent. The crowd's booing intensifies as he stands behind Young and the referee, lifts his weapon of choice...

...and wallops Young over the head!!!

As Rayne hits the mat, unconscious, Stevenson is almost too quick to pick himself up off the mat, all pretence of begging for mercy abandoned. As for Erikson, he quickly attempts to make himself scarce, so that the referee does not catch onto what is happening. Unfortunately, in his haste, he stumbles, and his escape from the ring is delayed just long enough for the referee to put two and two together. No more than a moment later, the bell sounds, indicating a disqualification win for Rayne Young!

WINNER by disqualification in 08:36: Rayne Young

Despite Rayne's nominal victory, however, it is clear who the real winners of this contest are. Their plan of action somewhat foiled, Blood Money are nonetheless able to turn their situation around on its head, and promptly lay into their common opponent with stomps to the ribs, arms and head, the whole complemented by a series of cricket shots to the bat for good measure. Despite the referee's intimations, Stevenson and Erikson know they have nothing to lose, and keep their attack going until they are sure Young is down for the count. Only then do they retreat up the ramp, to a nuclear-level chorus of jeers from the Medway Park crowd. Upon reaching the ramp, the two linger for a moment, smirking at their own handiwork as EMTs check over Rayne Young. They are still smirking when the feed cuts elsewhere...

[UKWF]

Somewhere in the hallways in the back of Medway Park, the UKWF North Sea Champion storms down a hallway with his wife close behind him. The cameraman can barely keep up, stumbling a bit behind a cursing Kincaid as he shoves a production assistant out of the way. He looks back at the man he’s just shoved down, shaking his head disgusted but then seems surprised when he sights the cameraman. He sneers in contempt but doesn’t give it another reaction. His next words are directed at his wife. 

Kincaid: She thinks I’m going to let this happen? She thinks she can threaten us like that? I swear, I’m… 

He stops as something catches his eye. The camera pans to his side where he sees a long hallway with a pair of security guards standing in front of it. He scowls and storms down the hall. The security doesn’t have time to step in his way before he violently shoves it open. They’re in his way though, by the time he steps into Stella’s office. 

Kincaid: What the HELL just happened out there?! 

As ever, Stella keeps her cool. She raises an eyebrow at her raging champion and gets to her feet. Kincaid takes a step closer but the security put a hand up to get in his way. Alex scowls, and glares at one of them but doesn’t take any steps closer. 

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Oh, darling...darling, darling, darling! You sound a little upset. Do you need a nap? A little jetlagged from the flight, perhaps? 

Kincaid is practically fuming, fidgeting in place and barely able to stop himself from ripping past the security.  

Kincaid: Is this how you treat a champion? You let challengers I already put down jump me? How many times are you going to let this happen? How many times are you going to let Valkyrie come after me? And not just me, not just the goddamn champion but my family as well. How could you possibly think this is acceptable?! She’s out there threatening to piledrive me by the end of the night! You’d BETTER do something about this or- 

But the the truth is, he doesn’t have a way to finish the threat. One of the security guards hands strays a little closer again and he bats it away as Stella begins to speak. 

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: What do you mean ‘I’d better’? Honey, you don’t get to give me orders. It’s a shame. Maybe if you’d played just a little bit nicer in the past I’d be willing to help you. But if you’re on your own, I’d say that’s your own fault isn’t it? You’ll forgive me if I’m not feeling obligated to help you. 

Kincaid shakes his head. 

Kincaid: I can’t have this. I can’t just let the things that I value most be threatened like this. You have to do something or whatever happens next, I swear, it’s going to be on your head! 

Stella doesn’t seem the slightest bit affected by his threat and starts moving back to his desk. Behind her, over her shoulder, a desperate Kincaid looks desperate for something to get through to her. 

Kincaid: I’ll owe you a favor. 

Now THAT catches her interest. She smirks and turns back to him, waving off the security. She steps close to Kincaid and gives her most neutral looking shrug. 

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: I’ll be sure to take your request under advisement. If you’re smart, you’ll give me some time to think about it.  

Kincaid is still fuming before he walks out of the office, leaving a satisfied looking Stella who smirks and walks back to her desk.

[UKWF]

Nate Krelle v Kelsey Spencer

The match begins with Nate Krelle almost instantly on top of the smaller Kelsey Spencer - though not in the way the 'Anti-Trend' might have wished for a week or two previously. Rather than engage in any intimate contact, Krelle is instead hell-bent on hurting the woman he had designs on not that long ago, and promptly rams through Kelsey with a big lariat clothesline! The redhead falls to the mat, and Krelle immediately mounts her - again, perhaps not in the way he might have wanted to previously - and begins delivering punches to her face and head. This, predictably, brings the referee over to admonish the 'Anti-Trend', but Krelle does not seem to want to hear it, hurling a torrent of abuse at the official even as he rolls off the top of Kelsey!

As he brings the redhead to her feet once more, the jilted lover sets her up for, and connects with, a double-arm DDT, as if to make a point. He then rolls Kelsey over and stands over her for a moment, before landing a standing moonsault, which further wears the fan-favourite down!

A chorus of boos begins to erupt among the fans in attendance at Medway Park as Krelle once again rolls off the top of his former love interest and once again pulls her to her feet. As he does, Kelsey attempts to put up a fight, landing a series of quick punches to Nate's stomach, but the 'Anti-Trend' is barely rocked by them, instead simply shooting the redhead towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Then, as Kelsey rebounds off, he connects with a brutal spinning heel kick, hitting Kelsey in the jaw and sending her plummeting down to the mat. The boos from the crowd intensify as he drops down for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Kickout by Kelsey Spencer!

A sigh of relief crosses the Medway Park sports hall as the fan-favourite just about manages to get her shoulder up, avoiding defeat. Krelle, however, is less than pleased by this turn of events, and promptly begins to argue with the referee, claiming his was a slow count. The official, however, stands his ground, insisting the count was only two and ordering Krelle, in no uncertain terms, to continue wrestling.

The 'Anti-Trend', however, ignores the request, instead insisting that the count was slow and should have been a three. The referee is, therefore, forced into taking a more pro-active stance, threatening Krelle with eviction, and subsequent disqualification, unless he complies with his orders and resumes the match at hand. Only when faced with these dire circumstances does the rebellious wrestler finally acquiesce to continuing with the match, promptly turning around to face his opponent yet again.

Krelle's lengthy discussion with the referee has, however, given Kelsey Spencer time to recover, and the redhead is already pulling herself to her feet when Krelle turns towards her again. As such, when he attempts to bring her to her feet, Nate is surprised to be at the receiving end of a hard backhand slap from his quarry!! Caught completely unaware, Krelle is sent reeling backwards, and Kelsey is able to quickly pull herself up to her feet and rush in with some offence of her own!

Seeing Krelle still stumbling around, the redhead has no hesitation, promptly giving him his receipt for his clothesline from earlier! Krelle goes down, and Kelsey lets her momentum carry her to the ropes, which she springboards off of to hit Krelle with a spinning back elbow! 

The crowd cheers as a crunching sound indicates the blow has connected with Krelle's nose, but Kelsey does not stop to check; instead, she promptly gets to her feet and steps through the ropes to stand on the apron; then, before Krelle even has time to react, she vaults onto the top rope and launches off, connecting with the same slingshot somersault senton which put away Rayne Young in the redhead's debut match! The move connects flush, and Kelsey quickly rolls over to hook the leg. The referee drops down...

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Krelle kicks out!

The 'Anti-Trend''s vehement kickout has an undeniable effect on Kelsey, whose face takes on a sombre expression; unlike her opponent, however, the fan-favourite chooses to go on fighting rather than complain or lament her luck, and promptly rolls off the top of Nate. She then puts some distance between herself and her opponent, taking position close to the ropes as she waits for Krelle to get up. Then, when the 'Anti-Trend' pushes himself, first to one knee, and then to a fully upright position, she springboards off the top rope to hit him in the side of the head with a devastating flying roundhouse kick! The crowd roars as the flashy move connects and Kelsey lands on top of Krelle, promptly hooking the leg! The referee slides in again, and counts the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!!! Shoulder up at the last minute by Nate Krelle!

The groan of frustration which rises up from the audience as the 'Anti-Trend' kicks out perfectly matches the expression on Kelsey Spencer's face as she fails to dispose of the man who betrayed her trust and hurt her feelings. Once again, however, the fan-favourite forces herself to bottle up her emotions and keep on fighting. It is with this in mind that she reaches in and brings Krelle to his feet once more...

...only to get blasted with a sudden European uppercut by 'The Anti-Trend'!!

The Medway Park crowd erupts in boos once more as the wily wrestler breaks free from the redhead's grip and promptly runs her through with yet another clothesline! Then, with Kelsey down, he begins to punish her with hard stomps to the midsection and ribs, all while hurling less than family-friendly epithets in her direction. This only causes the boos from the crowd in attendance to intensify, rendering the referee almost inaudible as he yet again intervenes to order Krelle to cease and desist!

As before, however, the 'Anti-Trend' is less than open to this idea, and promptly gets in the official's face a third time! This time, however, the referee appears to have had enough of the newcomer's prickly, bellicose attitude, and is quick to start threatening Krelle with disqualification if he does not comply with his wishes. The 'Anti-Trend' is, therefore, forced to yet again back down and focus his attention back on the match. He is still grumbling, however, as he begins to turn around to face Spencer...

....and gets promptly pulled down into a rollup!!!

The crowd cheers wildly as the referee slides in again and counts the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!! Krelle kicks out yet again!

This time, frustration barely registers in Kelsey's face; the redhead is too 'in the zone' to be bothered by Krelle's kickout, instead simply rolling through to her feet, picking him up, and throwing him towards the corner post. She then rushes in, perhaps looking for her monkey flip...

....but Krelle spins out of the way!!! Kelsey rams against the post chest-first, but quickly seeks to shake off the impact and turn around...

...only to be at the receiving end of a big Yakuza boot!!! Shooting Blanks connects, and Kelsey collapses to the mat, as Krelle covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?

NO!!!! Kelsey's hand is on the ropes!!! The match continues!!!

The crowd explodes as the referee points to the Australian's hand on the ropes, indicating the match continues!!! Krelle, naturally, is less than pleased by this, and once again gets in the referee's face, this time stating without a trace of hesitation that his count had been slow, and that he should have won the match on that move. The official, however, is not convinced, and genuinely does appear to be losing patience with the 'Ant-Trend', whom he less than politely orders to continue wrestling. The official's attitude, in turn, makes Nate bristle, and the two engage in the war of words which had been brewing since the start of the match!

This, unwittingly yet predictably, gives Kelsey Spencer time to recover, and the Aussie has a long few seconds with which to pick herself up and shake off the effects of Krelle's knee. Then, seeing Krelle is still arguing with the referee, she does not hesitate; she steps in, locks in a straitjacket hold, and puts all of her rage-fueled strength into throwing her tormentor over with the Spitfire Suplex! Krelle hits the mat hard, and Kelsey rolls through to all fours ahead of sliding in for the cover. She gets on top of Nate, makes as if to hook the leg...

....and gets pulled off her opponent and out of the ring!!

The crowd boos as two figures, which had slipped to ringside nearly unseen, retrieve the confused redhead and blast her over the head with a foreign object. The offending weapon is none other than a lead pipe, being wielded by the other thorn on Kelsey's side, her former romantic partner, Cross Recoba! Flanked by a fuming Hunter Storms, the dapper hitman shows no qualms in knocking down his ex-girlfriend, indeed seeming to relish in it. Seeing what is occurring, the referee promptly calls for the bell, signalling a disqualification win for Kelsey Spencer!

WINNER by disqualification in 07:54: Kelsey Spencer

The sound of the bell ringing and giving Kelsey a bittersweet win is almost unheard among the deafening boos from the crowd in attendance, which only grow louder as the two Enforcers step into the ring. Recoba and Storms shake them off, however, as they surround the only-just-recovering Nate Krelle and eagerly wait for him to return to his feet. 

As their common enemy begins to recover, Hunter Storms asks his tag team partner for first dibs and, surprisingly, Recoba acquiesces, handing the second Enforcer the lead pipe just as the 'Anti-Trend' is pulling himself upright. Without a moment's hesitation, a gleeful expression on his face, Hunter whacks him over the head, sending him back down. Then, the same malevolent grin still on his features, he hands the pipe back over to Recoba, who proceeds to destroy Krelle's back with it, adding a few stomps for good measure. Only after a long moment, when he has had his fill, does he gesture for Hunter to follow him and begin to make his way up the ramp. Deafening jeers follow the two men as they retreat up the ramp and backstage, another hit having been carried out successfully.

[UKWF]

Backstage, Alex Kincaid and Alyssa Kincaid are heading for the exit to the arena. They’re rushing for the exit as fast as they can, Alex with his belt in one hand and his gym bag in his other. But before they can get out of the building they find themselves confronted by intrepid UKWF interviewer Katherine Kensington. Kincaid frowns, but stops as she starts speaking to the camera.

Katherine Kensington: Alex, earlier tonight we saw you come to the ring and lay out the reasons for your turn against the-

Alex looks at his wife and rolls his eyes, disgusted, before taking a step away from the interviewer. Alyssa steps in front of him and takes over the interview.

Alyssa Kincaid: Really? We’re doing this again? I know UKWF prides itself on beating a dead horse into glue, but unless you weren’t paying attention earlier you’re going to have a hell of a lot of trouble believing Alex turned on anything. We walked out there, we told you what was wrong, and we walked out. And as always, people who should be at the back of the line because they can’t get it done in the ring are trying to cause-

She puts her fingers up to make quotes with her next few words.

Alyssa Kincaid: “Controversy.” They’re trying to “get their name in the mix.” They’re trying to “make an impact.” Because one on one? Valkyrie had her chance. And my husband put her down. Where’s Valkyrie now? Where’s Valkyrie after she threatened us earlier tonight? What’s the Danish word for ‘coward”? What’s the Danish word for ‘liar’? Because that’s what you’re dealing with tonight. She said she was going to hurt us. She said she was going to piledrive us by the end of the night. Well, where is she? At home? Washing her tights? All talk and no action. Some things never change.

With that, she turns away from the interviewer and stands beside her husband again. Alex looks at her with a smirk before giving Katherine a satisfied little nod and turning to head out of the arena. They head towards a door at the back. Then, moments before they reach it the door slowly opens. To the Kincaids horror, The Great Dane Bitch Valkyrie stands in the way of their exit. She stares him down, and then offers a single word.

Valkyrie: Dø

Alex’s eyes widen, he steps forward and pushes his wife out of the way only to be met with a devastating forearm to the face. He stumbles back at the fight is on. The two of them are a ball of fury, trading blows and pushing each other back and forth around the hallway. Katherine yelps in fear and jumps out of the way as the two of them brawl into a nearby table with Valkyrie pinning Kincaid down until he desperately goes for her eyes to get an escape. He and Alyssa desperately flee as quickly as they can, but Valkyrie shakes off the pain in her eyes and is after them a moment later.

Kincaid grabs a hold of a chair resting against one of the walls and spins to attack Valkyrie, only for her to kick it out of his hand and send it flying. He scrambles backward, tipping a trashcan over into her path. In one easy stride, Valkyrie is over it and rushing him down again. Alyssa rushes off ahead of him and Kincaid bats a curtain aside and in moments the two of them are brawling out into the audience! The fans cheer mightily as the two of them trade shots, brawling their way back toward the ring. Kincaid is finally able to grab the advantage when he grabs another chair and hurls it into Valkyrie’s face! It connects with a mighty CRACK! Valkyrie doubles over for a moment, holding her nose and he grabs her by her hair. He charges at the crowd barricade and at the last moment hurls her over the barrier to ringside!

Kincaid falls to his knees for a second, shaking his head and collecting himself. He looks back to ringside and realizes what he’s done. Slowly, a smile forms again. He jumps over the barricade and pulls her by her hair again, yelling threats in her face. A moment later Alyssa steps out of the crowd from behind him. He rolls her under the bottom rope and heads into the ring. When a referee strays too close, Kincaid snaps. He whips around and grabs him by the face before viciously shoving him back into the corner. The audience boos as Kincaid screams in his face, before pulling him up off the canvas and levelling him with a devastating Devil Trigger!

With the referee down, Kincaid stands there panting and staring coldly into the jeering audience. But ever so slowly, he turns his attention back to his rival. He walks over to her and pulls her up to her feet. Then, he pulls an arm and goes to put her up on his shoulders for The Red River Crossing! Just before he can though, Valkyrie slides off his back. Kincaid turns right into a kick to the gut! She wraps her hand around his midsection! The audience rises, recognising again the setup for Freya’s Justice! He tries to drop low and escape again as he had earlier in the night but this time Valkyrie bases her weight and stops him! Kincaid waves his hands frantically, trying to find some way to escape the hold. But she lifts him off the ground!

Only for security to rush the ring! A half dozen security guards swarm Valkyrie, pulling the two of them apart! In just a moment there’s a human barricade between the two of them. Kincaid scrambles under the bottom rope and falls to the floor, landing beside his wife who yells at the security to ‘do their job!’. Valkyrie tries to fight through them but the sheer numbers are just more than she can take. A moment later, in the aisleway, Stella steps out from the back! She clicks her tongue, feigning annoyance as she offers some words.

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Such a shame. We just can’t have this kind of behavior here at UKWF, Valkyrie. What kind of example would I be setting if I let this kind of thing go on? Or, to put it another way...if you can’t play nice than Mummy will just have to take away some of your toys.

Valkyrie shoves one of the security guards away, saying something to Stella that isn’t quite audible over the hateful crowd but is probably anything but kind. Stella shakes her head and continues.

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: And so, after countless threats against a non wrestler and repeated vows to assault one of the contracted employees of this company I have no choice but to inform you that effective immediately? You are forbidden from using that piledriver of yours. Do you understand what I’m telling you, dearie? As of this moment, Freyja’s Justice is BANNED!

The crowd boos even louder, but Kincaid on the outside smirks wickedly as he slowly backs up the ramp toward Stella. Valkyrie is fuming, a wall of security between them as Kincaid points at his neck and shakes his head. He stands there on the ramp, holding his belt high in the air once again as Valkyrie’s expression makes it clear this matter is anything but over.

[UKWF]

Chris Ghensi v. Lowri Moss

After both Chris Ghensi and Lowri Moss had already entered the ring, the referee is prepared to call for the beginning bell when “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect hits over the speaker system. The UKWF Broadcast Champion emerges from the entrance tunnel to a big cheer. He makes an immediate beeline for the commentator’s table and sets up a seat beside the table. They try to greet him, but he declines the offer to join them, stating that he’s here to watch the match between these two, knowing one of them could very well end up challenging for his title again very soon.

As Lowri and Ghensi look over at Edwards then turn back toward one another, Lowri smiles while Ghensi unleashes an irate growl. The second the referee calls for the bell, Lowri attempts a neck-and-collar tie-up only to find her head being clutched and sent directly into the hard head of Ghensi! The headbutt sends Moss stumbling to the canvas as the crowd boos Ghensi. He yells for them to shut up before putting the boots to the fan-favorite. He puts a few on her chest and steps on her before walking over to the ropes and shouting a few choice words in James Edwards’ direction. James doesn’t even budge or bother to answer in any fashion as far as we can tell. Ghensi turns and throws his arms up in the air before rushing across the ring, rebounding off the ropes, and finds himself on the receiving end of a beautifully executed frankensteiner snapped off by Lowri Moss, sending the crowd into a frenzy! Thanks to adrenaline, she pops back up and seems to already be looking to end this one as she sizes Chris up for her patented Superkick, but in a surprising display of agility, Ghensi uses a spin move to dodge away from the kick! When he comes back around, he’s in perfect position to wipe Lowri Moss out with a Northern Lariat to the back of her neck!

At this point, the fans aren’t even concerned with the match as the referee goes to check on Lowri, but Chris shoves the official out of the way, rolls Lowri over and seems prepared for victory as he hooks the leg. The referee drops down for the obligatory 1-2-3, but SOMEHOW Lowri gets her shoulder up at about 2.999999999! Ghensi is beside himself, and decides it’s time to instruct the official on how to make a three count. The angry big man slams his hand against the palm of his opposing hand. This gives Lowri enough time to roll herself to the outside to the ring apron so she can use the ropes to assist her on her ascent to her feet once more. At this point, though, Ghensi has noticed her out there. He immediately makes his way across the ring.

Lowri sees no other option than to take Ghensi head on as she springboards to the top. Unfortunately, Ghensi is there sooner than she is hoping so she has to just front flip safely over him as he rebounds off the ropes. Chris grins as he continues his charge, seeing another opportunity to hit her in the neck again. At the last possible second, Lowri reverses Ghensi and uses his own momentum to send him chest-first into the ropes then snap off a very quick, but very precise German Suplex! And the crowd couldn’t be any louder while counting with the referee as she bridges the move!

ONE!

TWO! 

THRE-NO!

Chris Ghensi finds a way to get out of that nigh impossible situation. He gets up in a frenzy rather than hurting. Chris Ghensi basically LOSES it right there in the ring. As Lowri look completely baffled by this, but doesn’t stop fighting as she goes for a spinning heel kick, but Ghensi grapples her and traps her leg against her body in the process. He then powers her over him with a Capture Suplex, planting her hard! Satisfied with his handy work, Ghensi shot another glance over at Edwards and shouts some words before going for a rather nonchalant cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT! 

The roof blows off the whole building as Ghensi cannot believe it! Suddenly, he becomes very unhinged again as he claws at his forehead, drawing blood on his own forehead. He then turns to Lowri who is somehow pushing herself to her feet. When she gets up, Ghensi greets her with a boot to the gut and sets her up for the Vertebreaker! Wait, no! Lowri flips through it and lands on her feet before Ghensi drops her! She lands behind him and kicks him in the back of the knee to get him low enough for her to catch him in a Dragon Sleeper lock! She then rolls Ghensi right into the Nos Da! She then stares down at Ghensi’s prone body and just shakes her head before running over to the corner and climbing up. She rolls her arms, showing her intentions quite clearly. There is no way she’s risking a kickout here as she leaps off with a gorgeous 450 Splash! Everyone in the Medway Park Sports Hall is speechless as her hang time seems almost impossible before she crashes down atop Chris Ghensi to a roar from the crowd! Everyone in the building is one their feet as they count with the referee!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

“Whirring” by The Joy Formidable hits up over the speaker system, but we can’t really tell because the whole building has completely come unglued as Lowri stumbles to her feet and the referee raises her hand, pronouncing her the victor! Back by the commentator’s table, James Edwards nods his head respectfully before applauding Lowri Moss as he walks to the back, allowing Lowri Moss the time to celebrate her big win over Chris Ghensi.

WINNER in 7:55: Lowri Moss!

[UKWF]

“Little God in My Hands” by Swans starts playing in the arena. Or at least the first note is, the rest is muffled by the boos in the arena. The three sisters don’t see to be bothered by what’s by now a common occurrence as they walk to the ring with the championships on their hands. Carnival even stops at the ramp to make a little dance, shoving the title onto some fan’s face before continuing. 

Meanwhile Aurora already as a microphone and gets on top of a turnbuckle with the other belt. 

Aurora Master: Good evening, idiotic, unpatriotic, inferior, UKWF fans! For those who are new, I am Aurora Master and I’m with your reigning...Nay! Your LONGEST REIGNING and, for the first time, DEFENDING, United Kingdom Tag Team Champions!

Aurora raises the belt in the air. 

Aurora : And for those who are new, let me make this clear, this means my sisters and undeniably, unarguably the best tag team this place has to offer. And all Valerie and Oscar managed to do two weeks ago is further prove that fact. Both used all in their arsenal to STILL lose against us… yet again. Actually, no, you know what? I love watching my sisters beat up inferiors time and time again. Can we watch the replay? Of course we can. Play it and add a funny music to the background!

Aurora points to the tron and...

...Medway Park explodes as the Australian-American Connection's music starts playing instead! When, a moment later, Oscar and Valerie appear on the ramp, microphones in hand and scowls on their faces, the only ones not cheering are the Master Sisters, who suddenly appear to be sucking on lemons. As their opponents stand on the entrance way, it is, as usual, the Grouch who takes over speaking duties:

Oscar the Grouch: ...y'know what, Aurora? You're right. Let's look at a replay from that match. In fact, let's look at several.

As if on cue, the moments when both Valerie and Oscar had the match won, but the referee was prevented from counting by Aurora Master's distraction, play on the LCD screen above the entrance curtain. A chorus of boos erupts, directed at the Master Sisters, as the footage from Anniversary of Aggression unfolds. As for the Masters, their expressions are turning progressively sourer and sourer - a fact which is not helped by Oscar's next few words:

Oscar: What? Wrong replay?

The Grouch allows himself a grin at the effect his words cause on his opponents, but his expression quickly turns serious again as he continues:

Oscar: That's right, Aurora. We had your sisters dead to rights. Twice. If it wasn't for YOU, those belts would be where you, us, and all of the fans know they belong...around. Our. Waists.

A cheer arises as the Grouch makes belt gestures with his fingers around his and Valerie's waists, before adding:

Oscar: And that's why, we're demanding a rematch, right here, right now. We want a chance to take OUR belt homes with us tonight! And we'll do whatever it takes to get it!

Another cheer arises at these words, only to turn into a round of booing as Aurora cuts in again:

Aurora : 'Oh, boo-hoo, you had us beat, it's mean old Aurora's fault...' Guess what, arsehole? You lost. We won. We're the Champions. End of. You want a pity party, go ask for it at Oxfam!

Behind her older sister, Carnival Master chips in briefly but conclusively:

Carnival Master: YEAH! Masters number one! New Management number one! Aus-Am, hack-phtooey!

The smallest of the Sisters emulates spitting on the mat, which only causes the boos to intensify. Oscar, however, is barely rattled, and promptly brings the microphone to his lips once more...

...only to be interrupted by the martial tones of 'Rule Britannia', which bring Medway Park to its feet!

Baz

[/color]: Cor! It's th' gaffer!

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Kerry: Ugh!

It is, indeed, James Kensington, who does not waste too much time making use of his own microphone:

James Kensington: I am sorry, Aurora, Carnival, Moonlight...but having overheard your argument with young Oscar and Miss Holcomb here...

Kensington smiles at both members of Aus-Am, who return the courtesy.

James Kensington: ...I am afraid they do have an argument. I have reviewed the footage they have shared a moment ago myself, and found that there are, indeed, grounds for a return match, which I shall be granting...

Medway Park explodes at this statement, nearly drowning out Mr. Kensington's next few words:

James Kensington: ...though not tonight.

Oscar and Valerie frown at the part-owner, but only until he completes the next part of his address:

James Kensington: Not tonight, but at the next UKWF event, a fortnight from now. As the Main Event of the evening, we shall have the Master Sisters against the Australian-American Connection, for the United Kingdom Tag Team Championships!

Finally having been given permission to explode, the Medway Park crowd does just that, as Oscar and Valerie beam at their saviour.

Baz

[/color]: Cor blimey! Did you 'ear that, Kerr?

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Kerry: Yes, and it is monumentally unfair! Those poor girls!

It seems as though the 'poor girls' do not have a lifeline, however, as James Kensington turns and prepares to leave. Before he can do so, however...

S!

C!

B!

The cheers turn to jeers almost as soon as the three letters are sounded out by a sultry voice. By the time 'White Horse' begins on the arena speakers, the volume of the boos is nearly enough to drown out the music - along with Stella Chalmers-Blythe's words a moment later:

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Oh, James, James, James...I am afraid I cannot let you do that.

The New Management boss shakes her head mock-forlornly.

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: You see, in case you have forgotten, I am a part owner of this holding as well. And seeing as my girls just happened to have retained their titles fairly, I am afraid I shall have to veto this little flight of fancy of yours.

The crowd boo even louder, but James seems, oddly, less than fazed. A moment later, the reason for this becomes apparent:

James Kensington: No, Stella. I am sorry. I shall have to veto your little flight of fancy in attempting to stop me from carrying out a fair management model. You see, it would be extremely easy for me to permanently terminate all of your little gang of ruffians for disorderly conduct...and we would not want that, now would we?

Kensington grins.

James Kensington: We are having this match, Stella.

With that, and a wink, the part-owner leaves, flanked by Oscar and Valerie, and leaving a flabbergasted Stella Chalmers-Blythe to stare at him slack-jawed as he disappears backstage. This is still the scene as the feed cuts elsewhere...

[UKWF]

The scene fades in on the performer's entrance to the venue, after a momentary linger on that image, the door opens and in steps the New Management Enforcer Ace Watson, headed in the direction of the locker rooms.

??: Acey! Acey!

Alyssa Drew is seen running up to him with a smile as she puts an arm around him.

Alyssa Drew: How's it going, Acey?"

Ace rolls his eyes and sighs as he hears Alyssa call him, with a look on his face that is easily read as 'not this again...' He nudges her arm off him, and takes a step to the side to avoid being too close to her. 

Ace Watson: It was going okay a moment ago…

Alyssa: You mean it's not now? What happened?

Alyssa steps closer to him yet again and puts her arm around him.

Ace Watson: Well you showed up. 

The grumpy looking man said, bluntly. He shoves her arm off him again, looking a little frustrated she had done it again, as they continue walking down the corridor.

Alyssa: But I brighten everyone's day!

Alyssa smiles as she steps behind Ace.

Ace Watson: Not mine. Not even slightly. 

He looks behind at Alyssa, a confused and unsure look on his face as he tries to figure out what she's doing.

Alyssa: But I'm a ball of fun! 

Alyssa chuckles as she hops on Ace's back. 

Alyssa: Piggy back ride!

Ace stops in his tracks, a horrified look on his face as she jumps on his back. For a moment he says nothing, making no effort to hold her up or anything. 

Ace Watson: Get off me…

Alyssa: Fine. 

Alyssa hops off his back and runs back up next to him as they keep walking. 

Alyssa: So.... gonna face me alone tonight?

He relaxes once she jumps off him, and stands up straight again. Watson looks at the Drew girl, and rolls his eyes again. 

Ace Watson: Yes. I will. And I'll win.

Alyssa: You sure you can do it without any shenanigans?

Alyssa smiles as she once again puts an arm around Ace.

Ace Watson: Yes. I can. I've won plenty of matches without shenanigans against people better than you. 

This time he gives up on moving Alyssa's arm off him, and just lets her do it. But he could not stop himself looking annoyed at the situation.

Alyssa: We'll, you haven't beat me yet without any type of shenanigans!

Ace Watson: We'll see if that's the case after tonight, yeah? 

He says, turning off towards his locker room, labelled with his name. Ace opens the door, and as he steps inside a large plastic cannon shoots confetti directly into his face. Ace stands still for a moment, the camera moving in close to show his annoyed and angry look. He turns, to look at Alyssa... 

Ace Watson: You…

Alyssa starts laughing hard pointing at Ace and the confetti covering him.

Alyssa: Look at the confetti!

Ace squints his eyes at her, angry and confused as he then looks down at the hundreds of pieces of paper that had been fired at him which now littered the floor. He picked a piece of it off his shoulder, and looks at it, revealing it was a screenshot printed out onto the confetti of his drunken tweet calling Alyssa pretty.

Alyssa: Do you like the present?

Alyssa can't stop laughing as she looks at Ace covered in the confetti.

Alyssa sees the look on his face and immediately stops her laughing. 

Alyssa: We'll see about that, Acey.

Ace Watson: Leave. Or I won't wait until that bell rings.

Alyssa: Okay, I'm leaving. See you out in the ring.

Alyssa picks up some of the confetti and blows it at him before running off.

He tries not to flinch as she blows the confetti in his face, and quickly wipes the paper off his clothes. Ace watches as she leaves, then looks down at the confetti over his locker room floor. 

Ace Watson: For gods sake... 

He sighs, and closes the door behind her as the scene fades out.