UKWF Defying The Odds RESULTS!

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At the usual time, in the usual streaming service, the usual song kicks off the usual Tuesday night broadcast. Images of wrestlers performing impactful moves flash across the screen, against a backdrop of waving Union Jacks, the whole set to the tune of The Rezillos' cover of 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight.' This leads, as ever, to a title card, displaying the event name:

UKWF DEFYING THE ODDS

A moment later, the feed cuts to the inside of the Leytonstone School Sports Hall, where close to a thousand eager fans await, some with handmade signs ripe for the filming. As he does his usual pan of the front rows, the cameraman promptly obliges, showcasing some of the more inventive posters found in the crowd.

I GOT PILEDRIVED BY VALKYRIE
PUT ACE IN HIS PL-ACE
JACQUI'S GONNA KILL YOU
MASTERS OF CHEATING

Once this is done, the broadcast cuts, as usual, to the announce table, where the usual duo greets fans viewing at home.

Barry Jones: Wotcher, folks. Welcome ter another UKWF show, from right 'ere in Leytonstone, Essex! You know my name, Baz Jones, an' this luvly lady 'ere is Kerry. 'Ow's you, gorgeous?

Kerry is seen flustering, as often happens around Baz, as she replies:

Kerry Buckingham: I am doing well, darling. Looking forward to the girls beating those Aus-Am people again! And Acey winning a title! And Crossie and Huntie teaching that other fellow a lesson!

Baz: You don't know if any o' that's gunner 'appen, like...

Kerry: Of course it will, dear. Don't be silly!

Seeing he cannot win this battle, Barry yields, with a sigh:

Baz: Wha'evah you say, luv...

Before Kerry can continue her litany of dreamt accomplishments for New Management acolytes, however, a song starts up on the arena speakers, bringing the crowd to their feet and announcing the entrance of the first rostered athlete of the evening!

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"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system of the Leytonstone School Sports Centre, eliciting a loud cheer from the fans, and when the song's intro finishes, those cheers only increase in volume, as through the curtains walks Lowri Moss. Dressed casually, a smiling Lowri slowly makes her way towards the ring, savouring the reception from the crowd, and doing her best to slap hands with each of the fans that reach out to her on either side of the aisle. After arriving at ringside, Lowri clambers into the ring, and goes to collect a microphone. She walks towards the centre of the ring, and glances around at the fans present inside the building, basking in their cheers. Her music then ceases playing, but before she has chance to say anything, the crowd chants Lowri’s name.

'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!'

Once the chant dies down, Lowri begins to address the fans.

Lowri Moss: Awww, thanks guys!

Her smile widens.

Lowri Moss: This past Saturday, Alyssa Drew tweeted that not being able to perform for you fans tonight was going to suck - and I couldn’t agree more with her. I suppose I should be thankful though that I’ve simply been given the night off from competing, unlike Alyssa, who unfortunately is currently recovering from an injury that she suffered two weeks ago, at the hands of the New Management Enforcers.

The mention of the New Management Enforcers draws loud boos from the fans. Lowri waits for them to quiet down, before speaking again.

Lowri Moss: Get well soon, Alyssa.

This time the crowd responds with a mixture of applause and cheers.

Lowri Moss: But while I’m not scheduled to compete tonight, I still wanted to be here, so that I could see all of you lovely people.

Lowri points towards the crowd.

Lowri Moss: At the start of February, I was made aware that the UKWF had been inundated with requests for t-shirts from fans that wanted to be able to show their support for me. I soon set about the task of trying to come up with some potential t-shirt designs, and though the whole process took a bit longer than I would’ve liked, if you follow me on Twitter - and if not, why not? - on Sunday you will have seen that I now have not one but two t-shirts available for you to buy. And, for any of you in the crowd that wish to buy one of my t-shirts, you’ll be glad to know that I’ve brought some here with me tonight.

Lowri’s smile broadens into a grin.

Lowri Moss: I’m going to be at the merch table for the rest of the night, so if you would like to buy a t-shirt, and contribute to my beer and pizza fund, come over and see me. If you don’t want to buy a t-shirt though, that’s okay - if you just want to take a selfie with me, or if you just want to get an autograph, I’ll gladly oblige. Or even if you just want to say “hi,” don’t be shy, come over to the merch table, and I’ll be happy to talk to you.

Lowri glances around the venue once more.

Lowri Moss: Well, I’ve taken up enough time shilling my merchandise. There are eight matches for you all to enjoy tonight, and I need to vacate the ring now, to allow the first one to get underway. So enjoy the show, and I hope I’ll see many of you at some point during the evening, over at the merch table.

"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable begins to play again, while Lowri goes to hand back her microphone. She then exits the ring, but rather than heading backstage, Lowri climbs over the guardrail, and makes her way through the crowd, towards the merch table, slapping hands with more of the cheering fans as she does so.

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UKWF Broadcast Championship: James Edwards (c) v Ace Watson

The latest UKWF Broadcast Championship match begins with something of a surprise for the fans both in attendance and at home as, with Champion James Edwards already in the ring, Ace Watson steps out onto the platform. Flanked, as ever, by the remaining members of the New Management Enforcers, the former VoW Zero-Gravity Champion nevertheless catches Edwards, the fans and even his own team-mates by surprise as he orders them to return to the back! This prompts both Arcane and Cross Recoba to step forward and enquire about whether Ace is certain of what he is doing, but still the challenger does not waver, continuing to gesture for his team-mates to retire. As such, and after a few puzzled looks are exchanged, the three additional members of NME comply to their ally's wishes, making their way backstage once more and leaving Ace to walk down the ramp and into the ring on his own!

While the challenger's actions draw a look of surprised admiration from him, however, Champion James Edwards does not let that cloud his previous judgement of Ace, and gives the NME member just enough time to get into the squared circle before lunging in his direction and dropping him with a clothesline! Caught by surprise, Watson goes down, as the referee calls for the bell to start the match!

Having acquired the upper hand through his lightning-quick strike, Edwards promptly sets about building on the advantage he has created for himself. As he leans in and brings Ace Watson to his feet, however, the former Zero-G Champion surprises him by making good on his credentials and fighting back with a series of punches to the gut! Despite trying to retain composure, Edwards is rocked, and stumbles backwards a step or two. This is all that Ace needs to try and get the upper hand, and the challenger promptly attempts to do just that by lunging at Edwards with an elbow strike!

The Champion, however, sees it coming, and is quick enough on his feet to sidestep and dodge the move. Ace Watson turns around quickly, seeking to retain his momentum, but Edwards once again makes good use of his agility, surprising the challenger with a dropkick!

Both men go down, though in Edwards' case, only as a result of the leap necessary to correctly perform his latest offensive move. It therefore comes as no surprise when the Champion is back on his feet no more than a moment later, and rushing across the ring at his challenger. As such, no more than a moment before he has pulled himself to his knees, Ace Watson is blasted in the side of the head with a high knee to the side of the head, which takes him right back down again! Edwards is quick to get on top and hook the leg, as the referee slides in to count!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Ace Watson kicks out!

The fans, who had secretly been hoping it would be that easy for Edwards, see their dreams come crashing down as Watson kicks out. Edwards, however, has a far more pragmatic approach, simply rolling off his opponent and leaning in to pick him back up again.

Like before, however, Watson is far more aware than he looks, and surprises Edwards with a swift European uppercut as the Champion brings him to his feet. This, predictably, throws Edwards off, causing him to go reeling back across the ring and giving Watson another opening to explore. Once again wasting no time, the challenger lunges at the Champion, delivering a series of quick punches to Edwards' face which further cause the Champion to stumble. He caps the sequence off with a headbutt, which sends Edwards into the ropes; not hesitating another moment, Ace promptly lunges at the Champion yet again, this time managing to connect with a flying clothesline which sends James over the top rope and to the outside!

With the Champion out of action for at least the immediate future, Ace takes a moment to pat himself in the back for his success. His initial expression of joyous disbelief slowly, but surely turns into a self-assured, cocksure grin, which has the predictable effect of bringing a chorus of boos from the seats of the Leytonstone School Sports Centre. Ace, however, for once ignores the negative reaction, continuing to look nothing short of proud of himself for having managed to revert the momentum in his favour.

It is not until Edwards himself returns to his field of vision, propping himself up on the apron, than Watson is snapped out of his reverie. Even then, however, the Enforcer shows no nervousness or disorientation, instead promptly retreating to the far set of ropes, so as to put some distance between himself and the Broadcast Champion. It is from that vantage point that he watches as Edwards rolls back into the ring and pulls himself to one knee...

...and that is when Watson strikes. Pushing off the ropes, the challenger sprints forward, leaping into the air halfway through his run, in an attempt to connect with the Zero-Gravity kick...

...which Edwards counters by springing up and landing a headbutt to Watson's stomach!!!

The Leytonstone School Sports Centre explodes as the Enforcer collapses onto his knees, clutching his gut, and the Champion finds a way back into what was looking like a difficult match for him. The previous few moments seem, however, to have made Edwards aware of the seriousness of Ace as a challenger, and the Broadcast Champion therefore wastes no time building on his new-found offensive momentum.

This time, however, the strategy he adopts is slightly different. Rather than attempt to bring Watson to his feet and risk giving his challenger another chance to counter, Edwards chooses instead to revert to what he knows how to do best: strike. He backs up a few steps, measures the still-kneeling Watson up, and rebounds off the ropes, rushing towards his challenger. Unlike Watson's attempt from a few moments earlier, the Champion's bicycle kick connects, and Watson catches the full brunt of the Pole Shift. The Enforcer goes down, seemingly unconscious, and Edwards slides into another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Ace survives!!

The crowd is once again deflated as the Enforcer yet again manages to thwart his opponent and escape his pinfall attempt. James, however, retains his calm and pragmatic demeanour, not stopping to dwell on his latest failure and instead choosing to build upon his momentum with a quick elbow drop to Ace's sternum, around the same area his headbutt connected with a moment ago. The challenger grimaces in pain as the strike connects, thus prompting James Edwards to add a second elbow drop and deal even further damage! The crowd thoroughly approves of this, and begins asking for the Champion to do it 'one more time' – a request to which Edwards promptly complies! A third elbow drop to the gut causes Ace to spasm, and cements the Broadcast Champion's good spell of momentum!

Having properly worn down his opponent this time around, Edwards finally feels comfortable bringing Ace to his feet. And indeed, being too dazed by the pain in his gut to react, the Enforcer is easy pickings for the Champion, who is able to easily throw him overhead with a snap suplex! 

Watson lands on the mat back first, and makes no attempt to stand back up, instead rolling around on the floor, grimacing with pain. This, in turn, encourages Edwards, who once again stalks over to his opponent and brings him to his feet, only to deliver yet another snap suplex, and send Watson flying overhead yet again! As had happened with the elbow drops moments before, the crowd promptly begins chanting for 'ONE MORE TIME!' - and, like before, Edwards appears more than happy to comply. He once again paces over to Watson – who is still making no attempt at getting to his own two feet – and brings him to a vertical position...

….only for Ace Watson to jab him in the eyes! The Enforcer had been playing possum, and has just found a way back into the contest!

Sonorous boos immediately erupt from the stands once again as Edwards goes reeling backwards, clutching his eyes, and Ace takes advantage by connecting with a dropkick. The Champion stumbles even more wildly as a result of the move, falling against the ropes once more, and Ace is once more quick to rush in, looking to repeat his successful moment from earlier in the match...

...only to have the tables turned on him, as Edwards drops down, backdropping him out of the ring and to the outside!

The crowd explodes as the Champion once again gets himself out of a tight spot, but it is apparent that Edwards is not quite in the clear just yet. As he blindly seeks to regain the centre of the ring, the journeyman is still clutching his eyes, seeking to fight off the pain, and therefore finds himself unable to capitalise on the chance that he created for himself.

It therefore comes as no surprise that the next offensive move belongs to Ace Watson. Despite having spent a long few seconds on the floor, recovering from the hard landing the Broadcast Champion subjected him to, the challenger is able to pull himself back up onto the apron and into the ring before Edwards can fully recover from the eye gouge. As such, just as he is blinking off the rest of the pain and preparing to once again face his opponent, the Champion finds himself at the receiving end of a bulldog, courtesy of his challenger! Edwards faceplants, and Ace quickly rolls through to his feet, the same relieved smile from before broaching his features!

Despite winning over a considerable number of middle-aged mothers on the Internet, however, said smile has no other effect on the Essex crowd than to draw instant and vociferous boos. An undecipherable but harsh-sounding chant begins in one section of the sports hall, clearly aimed at the Enforcer, but despite all of their hate, there is nothing the fans can do to change the situation at hand; Watson is in control once more, and he does not seem about to relinquish it.

Knowing he now has the upper hand, Ace takes a moment to come up with his next course of action. It does not take long, however, for him to decide on one, as he promptly steps in towards Edwards, brings the Champion up to his feet, and drops him with a DDT! Edwards faceplants, but Watson almost immediately turns him over, trying for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!! Edwards survives!!

The crowd gives a huge cheer as the Broadcast Champion evades the Enforcer's pinfall attempt, but Edwards is not out of danger quite yet. Much to the contrary, control still belongs to Ace Watson, who rolls off the top of Edwards and positions himself behind him, waiting for the Champion to recover. Still feeling the effects of the DDT, Edwards fails to notice where his challenger is as he pushes himself to an upright position, and Ace is, once again, quick to capitalise. He steps in, traps the Champion in a full nelson hold, then – as Edwards thrashes wildly, yet futilely – brings him down into a knee smash to the back! The Replay connects, and Ace turns the Champion over for another cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! Edwards survives again!!

The crowd let their relief show in a huge cheer as their favourite yet again manages to escape defeat; like before, however this is still very much Ace Watson's match – and the Enforcer knows it. As he once again rolls off the top of Edwards, he appears to have a clearly defined plan of action – one which leads him, once more, to the furthest side of the ring, well away from Edwards. Then, as the Champion pulls himself to one knee, he once again rushes forward, looking for the ZG Kick...

...only for Edwards to dodge yet again!

This time, however, the Champion appears to be too worn down to react as quickly as he would have liked, and seeks to put some distance between himself and Watson rather than go for the counter straight away. To this effect, he quickly crawls across the mat on his hands and knees, reaching the safety of the opposite set of ropes just as Watson is beginning to rush towards him. The Enforcer appears to be going for a third attempt at the ZG Kick, but this time, Edwards is ready; he quickly pulls himself up, with the help of the ropes, sidesteps the onrushing Watson, then positions himself behind his challenger, trapping him in a half-nelson hold before he can turn around! Watson seeks to react with an elbow shot, but by the time he shoots his arm backwards, he is already flying overhead to land back-first on the mat! The Half-Cut suplex connects, and Edwards rolls on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!! Ace is still in the contest!!

Once again, a mutter of disappointment rises from the Leytonstone stands as the hated challenger escapes defeat. This time, however, this reaction is tempered by the knowledge that James Edwards is now in control – a dangerous situation for any opposing wrestler to find themselves in.

The Broadcast Champion himself now seems far more calm and collected than a few moments ago, knowing victory is within his grasp once more. He appears, however, in no hurry to strike, as he rolls off of Watson and puts some distance between himself and his challenger. Ace is therefore free to pull himself to his feet of his own accord, in what appears to be a few moments' respite for the challenger.

This impression could not, however, be more wrong; no sooner has Watson returned to his feet than Edwards lunges forward again, knocking his challenger into the turnbuckle with a backfist! Before Ace can so much as react, he then adds another, completing his trademark Double Tap! Ace is left dazed and groggy by the move, and it is therefore relatively easy for Edwards to pull him out of the corner and fling him over to the opposite one with an Irish whip! The dazed Ace slides into a seated position as he slams against the corner post, and the crowd inside the Leytonstone School Sports Centre explode in anticipation of what is coming. And indeed, a moment later, James Edwards takes off running across the ring...

….and bashes Watson's head in with the Violent Gospel!!! The Enforcer drops to one side, clearly unconscious, and Edwards coolly pulls him out of the corner and towards the centre of the ring, before covering. The referee slides in to count!

ONE!

The NME burst through the curtain, promptly bringing about a chorus of boos from the Essex crowd!

TWO!

Stella's hitmen fan out and attempt to rush the ring from all sides!

THREE!!

Cross Recoba is able to connect with a stomp to Edwards' head...

...but just a moment too late! Even the NME's best efforts could not prevent Edwards from picking up a second successful Broadcast title defence!

WINNER in 17:02 and STILL UKWF Broadcast Champion: James Edwards

After the match, a team of EMTs is seen attending to the fallen Edwards, while Recoba, Storms and Arcane retrieve their knocked-out partner and collectively help him up the ramp. The crowd greets the NME with a chorus of boos as they retreat backstage, but quickly revert back to a positive reaction as Edwards is helped to his feet, showing their appreciation for the Champion's valiant attitude. It is with a close-up of the dazed Edwards being checked over by medical staff that the feed transitions backstage once more...

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The feed cuts backstage, to find the fan-favourite team of Hammerstein and the Jew Blazer – the Jewish Hammers – walking along one of the corridors of the Leytonstone School Sports Centre. As the camera trains in on them, the two are seen stopping outside a door with a familiar symbol bolted onto the front – a stick man standing spread-legged over the words 'WC.' 

The Jew Blazer: Hold up a minute, broski. Nature is sending me a Blazer-Signal, and I gotta answer it.' 

The two men share a laugh as Hammerstein leans up against the wall and the Blazer enters the restroom to answer nature's call. The playful mood is, however, not to last, as Hammerstein finds himself surrounded, a few moments later, by three figures, each pointing a blunt instrument at him. As the quirky journeyman does his best not to appear intimidated, one of the three men – a dark, bearded fellow, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit – steps forward from out of the circle, smirking as he addresses his interloper. 

Man: Well, well...just the man we wanted to see! Aren't we lucky, boys! 

The other two men snicker, as the leader turns his attention back to Hammerstein: 

Man: Where's your best mate, Hammerman? 

Hammerstein purses his lips, refusing to speak to his assailants, but the leader of the group does not seem too bothered by this defiance, reacting with no more than a shrug and a sigh: 

Man: ...oh well... 

The man takes a step backwards, retreating back into the wider circle as he motions for the other two men to step forward. Apprehension finally visible in his eyes, Hammerstein nonetheless clenches his fists, ready for a fight... 

…which never happens. Rather than square off against the journeyman, the two men simply lunge at him, lead pipes in hand, flooring him with simultaneous blows to the stomach and head. Hammerstein huffs silently as the air is drawn from his lungs, then collapses as the second pipe smashes over his head, taking him down for good. 

Not content with simply flooring their quarry, however, the two men continue to deliver pipe shots to the fallen wrestler, which they intersperse with stomps. The third man, however, does not join in the action, intervening only to halt each of his flunkies with a touch to the shoulder. 

Man: That's enough, gents. Let's go. 

Without so much as a cry of protest, the two men promptly pick up their pipes and follow their leader down the hallway, leaving the battered and bloodied Hammerstein unconscious on the floor. 

It is there that, a few moments later, his partner finds him, having taken just too long in the toilet to prevent The Hammer's fate. It is on a heart-wrenching shot of the Blazer crouching over Hammerstein, attempting to revive him, that the action cuts back to ringside.

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Black & Storm v The Gemstones

After a show-stealer of an opener, the crowd is hot and hungry for more action, and this tag match promises to give it to them! While Crystal Millar of the Gemstones injects herself into the match without so much as a look at her tag partner, Declan Black and Mark Storm settle for the former taking to the ring after some negotiation, the confident Seattle Pro champ resting on his laurels against the ropes, while the legal member of the Gemstones stares haughtily at her opponent.

The bell rings, and the two competitors get to business straight away. Keeping true to his 'old school' roots, Declan tries to maintain a lockup, transitioning from elbow-and-collar, headlocks, and wristlocks - all of which Crystal attempts to counter by sweeps, trips, and low blows. While the referee maintains order, Declan is quick to grow tired of these attempts at dirty tricks. Trapping both of Crystal's wrists, he kicks her knee out. When she drops, he kicks her square in the chest. When she falls back, he stomps on her knee again. Before the referee can warn him, he's already off of her - but his order has been maintained as well.

When Crystal rises to her feet, Declan points her toward her corner, where he politely suggests she tag in her partner, already holding out her hand for the chance. Crystal scoffs, and charges Declan with surprising speed, forcing him into the opposite corner, laying into him with slaps, chops and other blows. The referee gets in a count to three before Crystal breaks off, egging Declan on as she taunts him on her heels. Declan takes issue with this, of course, and charges in on his own--

--right into a rollup!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...


TH--kickout! This match could have been over before it even began!

Before Declan can retaliate, Crystal tags in Jade Goldman, who approaches Declan quickly... and offers him a hand back on his feet. Declan eyes the heavyset Soulbird suspiciously, and Crystal rolls her own from her corner. Nonetheless, Declan accepts her help... and hauls her up and over with a Backdrop, still holding onto her hand and locking her into an Inside Armbar! It's the Painkiller 2.0!

Jade struggles, crying out as the Seattle Pro Champion puts more and more pressure on her elbow, attempting to plant his feet firmly against the mat to keep her from breaking free!

Luckily, Jade uses her size and strength to advantage, struggling to slide herself toward the ropes! Is it enough?

... apparently so, as the ref calls for Declan to break the hold as Jade's boot just barely touches the bottom rope! With frustration behind his eyes, he releases the Gemstone, rolling to his feet and looking to tag in the ready and able Mark Storm... but Jade is quicker on her feet than he realizes, and catches his hand before he can make the tag to Irish whip him into her team's corner! Declan hits the turnbuckle hard, turning himself around--

--right into a heavy corner Splash! Declan is flattened against the turnbuckle, giving Jade an opportunity to tag Crystal back in, who flips Declan onto his back with a Snapmare, rebounds off the ropes, and nails him with a Running Dropkick as he sits up! She covers!


ONE!


...


TWO--another kickout!

Crystal stares in disbelief, first at Declan, then at the referee, who flashes the two fingers he could count to at her. She responds with a finger of her own, but loses sight of the goal--allowing Declan to pull her into a schoolboy!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...Crystal pushes Declan over, trapping him in a small package!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...Declan rolls her into his own small package! The ref is beside himself!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...


THREE?


No! The two interlocked combatants have rolled themselves into the opposite ropes! They've broken each other's pins!

Springing out of the tangled mess of limbs and hate, Declan dives--

--and makes the tag to Mark Storm! The Leytonstone School Sports Centre roars with approval as the veteran charges into the ring, taking out the just-recovered Crystal with a Sling Blade and following through with a forearm strike to Jade in the corner--

--but Jade ducks the blow, and Hotshots Storm off the top rope! Storm stumbles back, dazed, reeling backward but keeping his balance, as Jade launches herself over the ropes and flips over him with an astonishing level of athleticism! She's going for the Soulbird Splash Powerbomb!

When Jade lands on her back under Mark, however, the experienced American refuses to budge, just maintaining his balance with unsteady, waving arms...

... leaving him open to a Flashing Lights kick by Crystal! The roundhouse cracks him right to the back of the head, and Mark succumbs to momentum - right onto Jade's raised knees!

Rocked from the top of his head to his lower back, Mark rolls to the mat, stunned! Jade scrambles for the cover! She hooks the leg!

... but no count comes!

As the referee is quick to point out, she's not the legal competitor!

Jade looks to the ref and the aggravated Crystal, embarrassed, as she rolls off Mark and crosses back over to the tag rope, allowing Crystal to attempt a hasty pin of her own!


ONE!


...


TWO--Storm gets a shoulder up! The miscommunication gave him enough time to recoup his strength.

Crystal once again flies into anger, but doesn't direct it at the ref; this time, she scolds Jade again, blaming her for Storm's near-fall. The two get in each other's faces, and Crystal demands she rectify this at once, tagging her back in.

While clearly distracted by her partner's frustration, Jade is quick to take to the recovering Mark, and lifts him with all her strength above her head into a Gorilla Press! This could be it!

Jade drops Mark behind her with a Window Buster--

--but Mark lands on his feet, and scoops her up into a Fireman's Carry! Here comes Dystopia!

... but Mark hasn't dropped Jade on his knee yet, beckoning Declan to take his shot... Declan launches over the ropes with a vengeance, knocking Crystal from the other corner with a Clothesline, and rebounds to smash Jade in the head with the Call of the Coal! Jade gets blasted off of Mark's shoulders, and as Declan slides back out of the ring, Mark goes for the pin!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...


THREE!

The team of Declan Black and Mark Storm have come away with an upset!

WINNERS in 9:25: Declan Black & Mark Storm!

Mark and Declan celebrate in the ring, the ref raising their arms in victory to the cheers of the Leytonstone crowd. Jade, who has since rolled under the ropes, staggers to her feet, looking apologetically to her fellow Gemstone. Crystal huffs and rolls her eyes, but helps her partner up, pulling the larger woman into a quick hug. The two look to help each other back up the entrance ramp...

... when Crystal ducks out from under Jade's arm and hits her with a Flashing Lights kick! Jade falls flat on her back, taken out by the surprise roundhouse!

Ringside officials look confused as the crowd begins to boo. Crystal spits on Jade's unconscious body, stomping and kicking her a few more times for good measure, before storming up the entrance ramp - alone.

It seems as though the Gemstones have shattered...

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We go backstage where Aurora and Carnival are seen walking through the corridors. Aurora walking with a fast pace, and Carnival trying to keep up while not letting her Tag Team title belt slip from her shoulder.

Carnival: Where are we going?

Aurora: WE are not going anywhere. You and this cameraman just randomly started following me for no reason.

Carnival: I thought we were getting pizza, but we passed the cafeteria two minutes ago, so now I’m just confused.

Cameraman: I’m just doing my job, lady.

Aurora: Right, well, I’m going to talk with Stella. I! Me! Neither of you are going with me.

Carnival & Cameraman: BUT…

Aurora: No buts! I’m going to try to pin an idea to Stella about our match tonight and I don’t need you ruining things or it being caught on camera.

Carnival: Oh! What is it?

Aurora: I’m not telling you… especially not on camera, as previously mentioned, you ape. I’ll tell you this, though, if approved you’re going to have a LOT of fun.

Aurora smirks and stops in front of a door with a label reading “Stella Chalmers-Blythe”. She knocks on the door and shoos the rest away as she gets inside, the scene fading to black as we return to the arena.

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Marcus LeVine vs. Francisco Lopez

The sounds of AFI blare out across the Leytonstone School Sports Centre, and the camera whizzes about in a tizzy until it zeroes in on the correct flight of stairs where the Punk Posse's Patriarch, Marcus LeVine, along with queen Cassie Sykes, await to make their entrance. At a whispered suggestion from Cassie, LeVine laughs, and points to the big screens by the stage - and through the wonders of live video editing we're brought to an edited highlight reel of the LeVine/Wasabi match from UKWF Fallout. A fairly biased reel at that, focusing entirely on LeVine's offense, his submission victory, and Wasabi's injury. By the time it's over, the couple have reached the security barrier. LeVine vaults over - no, he TUMBLES right over with a forearm shot to the skull sending him on his way! Francisco Lopez snuck his way through the crowd to pearl-harbour the git who hurt his partner so bad! And he's not done yet, following the Headshot Maestro over the barrier before throwing him into the steps!

Lopez punches the air in vengeful glee - but Ms. Sykes is less thrilled, spinning him around and delivering a shot across the jaw he won't soon forget! Unfortunately for her, the Silent Viper won't let it go unanswered either, and doubles Sykes over with a boot to the gut - and DDT! ON THE FLOOR! Cassie rolls over onto her side, instinctively curling into a ball and clutching her neck, while Lopez steps up onto the apron - and a Headshot sends him crashing back down!

LeVine, of course, ignores the crashed-and-burned Man Without Fear and heads over to Cassie's side, propping her up in a seated position against the barrier. She's bleary-eyed, but responsive. With that, the anger comes back, and LeVine turns to find Lopez scrambling up to his feet. Taking a running start, LeVine hops onto the steps, leaps and - eats the Flying Shoryuken! The Cult Classic's head (and more dramatically, hair) snaps back before the rest of his body follows suit and hits the ground, hard.

As Lopez rolls a limp Marcus into the ring, the bell finally rings - and just in time for a pin attempt, too.

ONE!

TWO - and LeVine pushes 'Cisco off.

Undeterred, Lopez takes a quick lap around the ring while Marcus is still trying to find his bearings, then turns to face his enemy and makes some complex magickal gestures toward the New Age Monster - before loudly signalling his intent with a cry of "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lopez skips forward and aims a Superkick right down LeVine's throat! BUT LeVine ducks, leaving 'Cisco off-balance, and he's easily tripped up by Marcus, and winds up trapped in a Cross Armbar! Heaven's Paladin isn't having it, though, and very quickly shimmys across the canvas until he's able to snake his free arm around the bottom rope. Scowling, LeVine relents on the hold, but changes tacks and starts dropping knees onto Lopez' chest, rapidly turning the other man's pecs red and leaving him wheezing breathlessly.

LeVine is dissuaded after a few moments by the official, but quickly breezes past the zebra to return his attentions to Lopez. He takes one ankle under his arm - and falls to his back rapidly, hyperextending the knee judging from the Vengeful One's pained reaction. That gives the Wizard of Awe (notice we haven't actually had to repeat any nicknames yet) (I mean seriously, how many do you need) an opening to try for a half-crab, though first he's got to pull 'Cisco off the ropes, which 'Cisco absolutely does not want. Going one hand over the other, he instead pulls himself further toward the corner, forcing LeVine along with him, and then - LeVine goes face-first into the corner! Lopez tucked his legs in and used Marcus' firm grip against him! LeVine isn't gripping anything now besides his own nose as he whirls around blindly, and the Silent Viper (ah, finally running out of these things) seizes the initiative with a waistlock - nope, German Suplex INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! LeVine flops back out of the corner like a rag doll, and Lopez drags him a foot away from the ropes before hooking the leg...

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Lopez headbutts the mat in frustration, then gingerly returns to his feet, backing off and measuring up the Prince of Pandemonium theatrically - though this time, he doesn't yell magic words at the top of his lungs before striking. Instead, he just dashes in as soon as LeVine looks up and hits the - no, caught with a drop toe hold, and lands throat-first across the ropes. Not wasting any time, LeVine goes for some Punk Poetry, rolling a bit clumsily out through the ropes to SLAP Lopez hard across the face. And when he still stays in place, LeVine chokes him on the ropes for good measure. Inevitably, that draws the referee's ire, and the King of Chaos takes umbrage at the accusation in turn, rolling back into the ring to get up in the official's face, which seems...a rather extreme reaction.

It's not so surprising, then, that behind his back a mostly-recovered Cassie Sykes sneaks over - and SUPERKICKS Lopez! The Man Without Fear snaps back off the ropes and rolls limply across the ring, stopping when he bumps into LeVine's boot. Marcus glances down, smirks, and waves off his argument while holding a thumbs-up behind his back for Cassie - then drops into a rather lackadaisical cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!!!

Marcus yells "WHAT?!" quite audibly after Lopez sneaks his shoulder up. But the Emperor of Anarchy doesn't dwell on disappointment, instead shifting around to trap Lopez inside a Necklock, trying to choke him out. It's not long before the Silent Viper is turning red in the face, but he's got enough in the tank to try and rise up, maybe spinebuster his way out of the hold - except Marcus kicks his leg, forcing him back down again! Another attempt gets the same result, and leaves 'Cisco motionless. The ref comes in to check he's still awake, raises the hand and...it falls without resistance.

Raises it a second time...it falls.

BUT NOT ALL THE WAY! There's life in Lopez yet, and he makes a stand once again - and throws Marcus overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex! Pin!

ONE!

But 'Cisco's leg buckles under the strain before the count of two.

Grimacing, Lopez limps to his feet; he doesn't even try to parade for applause this time, instead keeping his eyes on LeVine, who rises in a fury and charges, only to get trapped up in the Silent Viper's arms and sent airborne again, this time from a Belly-to-Belly! Now it's the Cult Classic who has difficulty getting to his feet, and winds up stuck on his haunches, battered by the Warrior's Kicks! Even fatigued, each shot from Heaven's Paladin sounds like gunfire in the arena, as he strikes twice, thrice, a fourth time - LeVine catches the foot! Dragon Screw has Lopez laid out and thrashing around in agony!

Tasting blood in the water - hopefully not literally because we can't afford paying for flood damage to the arena - LeVine stands, and moves over to take a hold of Lopez' battered leg. He looks out to the crowd, and gives voice to his national anthem - "OH, CANADAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

I...I don't think that's how it's meant to sound.

Because Lopez is stomping on LeVine's boot with his untrapped leg! Marcus relents the hold to cradle his toes, and for the second time tonight accidentally turns his back on Lopez only to take a German Suplex for his troubles! And a second one! AND a third - no, Lopez shifting his grip, into reverse DDT position, is it - ?

HE HIT HEAVEN'S DENIAL 2.0! Just barely - Lopez' leg looked shaky under the weight, and he's massaging it furiously...but he rolls over to the unmoving form of LeVine and slumps on top of him! Good enough!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! LEVINE'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!

Lopez can't believe it! The referee almost can't either! And Cassie Sykes...well, she's certainly nearby, as she now reaches through the ropes to cradle her man's head gingerly while the official and the Silent Viper are more concerned with Lopez' knee. With his jeans rolled up, it's bruised visibly, but he insists he can continue on it, and rises again, scaring off Cassie as he approaches a still bleary-eyed Marcus.

Pulling LeVine up by the hair authoritatively, 'Cisco turns him around and hooks up for a second Heaven's Denial 2.0 (3.0?) - but Marcus kicks him in the bum knee, and his grip loosens as he stumbles back. Now it's LeVine putting on a hold, placing Lopez' head over his shoulder and running for the corner - hits the Headcrab! Lopez rebounds from the lowest corner pad while Marcus slides to the outside, taking a breather. Sykes heads around to meet up with him, and the two duck their heads together in conversation for a few precious seconds. After a nod from Cassie, the New Age Punk rolls back into the ring and RIGHT INTO THE HOLY KICK!

NO, A MISS FOR LOPEZ! He turns around - boot the the gut, and Lopez is lifted up onto LeVine's shoulders! Thrown off - THE ORIGINAL SIN CONNECTS!

Marcus makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

SYKES IS HOLDING LOPEZ' FOOT DOWN!

THREE!

WINNER in 8:02: Marcus LeVine

LeVine bails from the ring as soon as he hears the bell, not even waiting for the referee to raise his hand, and shares a kiss with Cassie before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and heading swiftly for the entrance walkway, while Lopez sits up, eyes widening, and crawls over to throw hands through the ropes in futility. He screams at the ref about the result, but the official - typically - doesn't change his mind, leaving the Man Without Fear to stare in bemusement as LeVine poses grandiloquently at the top of the stage, while Cassie mockingly yells, "Put your hands on me and you pay the price, creep!"

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Leytonstone erupts with raucous cheers and applause when the theme to Pacific Rim hits the speakers, and former United Kingdom Champion Blaise Fader makes her entrance. She takes in the positive reaction at the end of the ramp, though the absence of the Championship over her shoulder - figuratively and literally - is apparent. Unlike most of the time, before her matches, she doesn't stop to high five and pose with fans at the barricades; instead, she makes her way promptly to the ring, taking the nearest microphone and vaulting the turnbuckle. She smiles, still beaming at the cheers, glad the fans haven't cast her aside... but there's something else behind her eyes.

Blaise Fader: I'll try an' make this short an' sweet for ya, lovelies. I wanna thank all you folks fer comin' out to see us!

The Leytonstone School Sports Hall cheers and applauds some more.

Blaise Fader: Seems like every time we come out, we top the last time, an' so on. An' that's all thanks to you! None of us - 'specially yours truly - would be anybody anywhere if it weren't for the love an' dedication you lot give us every time we come to kick arse out here. I know I wouldn't be nobody if it weren't for every single one of ya, pushin' me to go above an' beyond, every step of the way. Would never have been a contender... would never have been Champion of the United Kingdom.

The crowd swells again with support, though dueling chants have broken out:

STILL MY CHAMP!

M-J BELL!

STILL MY CHAMP!

M-J BELL!

STILL MY CHAMP!

M-J BELL!

Blaise Fader: Guys, guys, please. At Anniversary of Aggression, I got to step in the ring an' go toe-to-toe with one of the most badass wrestlers in the whole wide world, an' most importantly, we got to do it fair an' square. It, well, ah... I can't deny that it hurts, y'know? Losing somethin' I fought so hard to get. But I couldn't be more honored, I couldn't be more proud of my friend MJ Bell, fer pushin' us to the limit an' still comin' out on top. She's earned it. An' believe you me, 'fore you count me out... I am comin' back for my Title. 

The crowd cheers again - the prospect of a rematch between the two spirited women is enough to get a pop, deservedly so.

Blaise Fader: But, Anniversary of Aggression didn't end so picture-perfect. MJ Didn't get much of a chance to enjoy her victory, or ride off into the sunset... our party was pooped, an' it got pooped by Stella's goon squad, the NME.

Boos. Long, loud, excessive boos.

Blaise Fader: I know, I know. I feel the same way. But they've done a lot more than dick around, ruinin' matches... they've hurt people. People... people like Juliet Black. She had... she had the guts to take a stand for what was right, to stand against New Management... an' she might not ever come back 'cos of it. Now, Juliet an' I might have had some history. There might be some bad blood. I don't think she'd be afraid to say that she hated me... but that was the final straw. Attacking her, MJ, anybody who's stood in their way, that all ends, an' it ends tonight. So, NME, if yer finished towelin' each other off in the locker room... how 'bout ya get yer asses down here right now!

The crowd erupts again, baying for blood, and riled up with anticipation...

... and out come the New Management Enforcers, led by Arcane, with Ace Watson, Cross Recoba, and Hunter Storms in tow. Over the tsunami of boos, a shrill drag of metal on the floor screeches across the entrance ramp - Arcane and Cross each carry steel chairs. Ace adjusts his brass knuckles onto his fingers. Hunter wields a lead pipe.

Blaise Fader: Evenin', fellas. Now, 'fore ya get all riled up an' do somethin--

The NME surround the ring like sharks on the prowl, taking each side of the ring - surrounding Blaise. 

Blaise Fader: --ya might regret... I've got a proposition for you nasty boys.

NME climb into the ring, encircling Blaise even tighter than before. She has no place left to run.

Blaise Fader: Ever since Stella made it her business to get in our business, UKWF has suffered for it. You've all run roughshod through anybody who's had the spine to take you on; you've lied, cheated, and stolen yer way to unearned victories. You've made me bleed... you've hurt my best friends. 

Blaise lets that one hang in the air for awhile. The NME chuckle amongst themselves, recalling fond memories. Blaise does her best to keep a handle on her anger.

Blaise Fader: So, I think it's high time you boys packed up an' split. 

After a hearty round of laughter and self-righteous smirks, Arcane is the first to step forward, snatching the mic from Blaise.

Arcane: Hate to burst your bubble, but if you, or anybody else, had the power to do something about it? I think they would have done it. And, given that it seems like you've arranged for your own ass-kicking, it looks like it's not going to be you.

As the NME close in on the former Champion, the crowd bursts into cheers of relief - Valkyrie, Blaise's upcoming tag team partner, has run down from the entrance ramp... followed by Lowri Moss! Followed by Hammerstein and the Jew Blazer, the Jewish Hammers! The heroes slide in for the save, and create a wall in the middle of the ring between Blaise and the NME! The crowd is going ballistic with anticipation!

Parting the protective barrier of friends, Blaise snatches her mic back. Arcane is incensed. 

Blaise Fader: I'm layin' it down, righ' here! I challenge you, an' every card-carryin' member of New Management's Enforcers, to a match, one-on-one! Each an' every one of ya! I want it fair an' square, too - none of the dirty tricks you lot are so famous for. If you can beat me that way, no bullshit? I'm gone. I will leave UKWF. 

The crowd chokes on the noise they've been making - the stakes have just become incredibly high.

Blaise Fader: But if I can beat each of you? You're out of NME. Gone. No more interferin', no more helpin' out yer buddies when a fight ain't goin' their way! Unless it's yer own match on the card, you stay out of it!

The NME, gathered up and cross as all hell, balk at Blaise's challenge; half because they're so sure they can beat them with ease... and half because they doubt Blaise, of all people, can really enforce such a rule.

?: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may...

Hey kids! It's James Kensington!

James Kensington: To expound on Miss Fader's challenge, I couldn't help but sympathize with the cause. And when it comes to righting the wrongs committed under the leadership of... well, I took a great deal of interest. So, if Miss Fader can beat a member of the New Management Enforcers by pinfall or submission, no strings attached, their contract with UKWF will be bought out. Which is to say, you will still be paid. You will still be booked. But you will not enter the ring or ringside area during any of your associates' matches. For all intents and purposes, any prior arrangements made with Stella Chalmers-Blythe will be... null and void.

Blaise, beaming, turns back to the NME. She politely offers the mic to Arcane; he snatches it out of her hand.

Arcane: You want to get your fat ass rode out of this company on a rail? That's just dandy to me. You're on.

The tension is palpable, enough to cut with a knife... but the two sides back off, separating on either side of the ring.

Arcane: I just hope you actually believe your career's worth it.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Wulf Erikson v Rayne Young

The match starts with Rayne Young almost immediately going on offence. Before the bell has even finished ringing, the bigger of the two competitors is already on top of his smaller opponent, laying into him with a series of stiff punches which catch Wulf completely unaware! The Australian is sent reeling back, and Young is quick to capitalise, ramming him with a big clothesline!

The impactful strike takes Erikson down to the mat, but he does not stay down there for long; almost as soon as he has made contact with the canvas, the Australian is being picked back up by his opponent, who just as quickly throws him over again with a crisp German suplex!

The fans get firmly behind Rayne's strong start, as the big man rolls through to his feet and once again goes after the smallest of the two members of Blood Money. As Erikson pulls himself to one knee, he finds himself being dragged the rest of the way up by his opponent, then promptly being taken back down again with a snap suplex! The Australian goes flying overhead again, and Young once again pulls himself to his feet, firmly in control of this match.

Despite his good start, however, the veteran knows better than to let his success take his focus away from the task at hand, and almost immediately goes after Erikson again. The smaller man, who is scrambling to regain a vertical position before his opponent can catch up to him, therefore finds his efforts thwarted, as Young pulls him away from the ropes, locking his arms and throwing him overhead again with a beautiful tiger suplex!

By this point, the crowd is firmly behind Rayne, with each of the big man's moves meeting with a roar of approval. Though he does his best not to let it break his concentration, the veteran is, however, not immune to this, and uses the fan reaction to power up his own willpower as he once again begins to stalk Erikson.

This time, however, he goes for a slightly different approach; rather than step up to the Australian and bring him to his feet, Young opts instead for allowing Erikson to get to his feet, before running in and blasting him with a shining wizard kick! The smaller man hits the mat, and Young quickly rolls back through to his feet, leaping onto the ropes directly ahead of him and springboarding into a moonsault!!

Before the veteran can finish his rotation, however, help arrives for Wulf Erikson, in the form of his tag team partner. Drew Stevenson is able to move just quickly enough to drag the second member of Blood Money out from underneath the range of the moonsault, thus causing Rayne Young to crash and burn, hitting the mat stomach-first!

Deafening boos erupt from the stands as Stevenson pulls Erikson the rest of the way out of the ring, thus drawing the ire of the referee. The official steps up to the ropes to have a stern word with the veteran globetrotter and his partner, but both members of Blood Money seem more concerned with putting some distance between themselves and Rayne, and any apology offered to the referee is blatantly insincere and no more than a formality.

Despite the official's displeasure, however, Blood Money are nonetheless successful in getting Wulf Erikson out of harm's way; as he leaves his partner's side and re-enters the ring, the Australian is all the way across from Rayne Young – a safe distance even despite the fact that the bigger man is, by this point, all the way back up to his feet. This, in turn, gives Erikson some time to react when – upon laying eyes on him – Young immediately charges, and by the time the veteran raises his leg for a superkick, the Australian has dived out of the way and kipped up to his feet behind him!

As his foot connects with nothing but the springy surface of the ropes, Rayne Young – on the back foot for the first time in this match – quickly turns around, looking to avoid a loss of momentum or a disadvantageous situation. Erikson, however, gives good account of his renowned reflexes, moving faster than the 'Cobra' and grabbing a headlock takedown. Having the advantage in both size and weight, Young quickly shakes this off, but as he turns to face his opponent, Erikson's true intention becomes clear, as the Australian leaps into a hurricanrana!

Caught by surprise, Young is unable to block or otherwise resist the move, and finds himself flung into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Seeing his opportunity, Erikson is then quick to leap onto the top rope and deliver a springboard leg drop to the back of Young's head, causing his throat to slam against the topmost cable! 

Managing to just about keep himself on the apron as he comes down from the move, Wulf quickly brings himself back up to his feet and runs across the apron to hit Rayne in the face with a big discus forearm! The move connects, and Young slides off the ropes and down to the mat. Once again seeing an opportunity, Wulf then vaults onto the top rope, turns himself around and takes off with an Asai moonsault! The move connects, and the Australian covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by Rayne Young!

The crowd let off a cheer of relief as the bigger man kicks out of the smaller one's cover, but Wulf is not particularly fazed. Rather than protest or show his disappointment in any way, he instead simply puts some distance between himself and Rayne, once again waiting for the latter to get to one knee. When he does, Erikson promptly takes off, hitting him with a step-up enzuigiri which takes Rayne back down to the mat again! Wulf slides over and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Another kickout by Young!

Once again, however, Wulf does not seem too bothered by the fact that Rayne has kicked out. Instead, he takes a few steps back yet again, once more giving his opponent time to pull himself to one knee. This is not, evidently, done out of respect, as the Australian shows a moment later, when he takes off running towards Rayne Young. He twists around as he runs, performing a 540 degree rotation before sticking his leg out, looking for a spin kick...

...only for Young to explode upward, blasting him with a huge European uppercut!

Caught completely unaware, Erikson is sent staggering back, dazed; before he can fully collapse to the mat, however, Rayne Young follows up his comeback by rushing in and connecting with his Midas Touch superkick! Erikson is flung into the corner, hitting the corner post back-first, and the force of the impact causes him to stumble forward a step or two...

….directly into a fireman's carry position! Before the Australian can so much as know what is occurring, Rayne Young has flipped him forward onto his back, connecting with the Curtain Call driver! The referee slides in as the bigger man covers...

ONE!

Drew Stevenson legs it around ringside to help his partner!

TWO!

Drew enters the ring and dashes towards where the pinfall is being counted!

THREE!

...but just too late! Rayne Young has finally achieved a clean win over Blood Money!

WINNER in 07:50: Rayne Young

Having been just too late to prevent the pin – and with his partner rendered unconscious by Young's devastating move – Stevenson seeks to take matters into his own hands. As Young rolls through to his feet to have his arm raised, 'The Emerald' seizes his chance, lunging in and surprising the worn-down Rayne with his patented spinebuster, the Heir to the Throne! Caught completely by surprise, there is nothing the bigger man can do to prevent the move from connecting, and he therefore finds himself hurtling towards the mat. This, in turn, gives Stevenson the chance to collect his dazed tag team partner and help him up the ramp and to the backstage, the boos of the crowd providing the soundtrack every step of the way.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

The feed cuts backstage once again, to find two unfamiliar and frankly out-of-place figures wandering around the cordoned-off areas of the Leytonstone School Sports Centre. As the camera catches up to them, the two chunky, middle-aged women – one blonde, one with her hair dyed red – are seen stopping in front of an office door, its plaque reading 'STELLA CHALMERS-BLYTHE – MANAGING DIRECTOR.' One of the women chuckles as she jerks a thumb towards the metal rectangle:

Woman #1: Lookit 'at, luv. They knew you was comin', like!

She nudges her friend.

Woman #1: Ooer...proper celebrity, you are!

The second woman, the redhead, squints at the plaque.

Woman #2: What's all this 'Chambers-White' bollocks, tho'? An' this 'Managing Director' shite? Are they 'avin' a go at me 'cos I didn't go sixth form?

Woman #1: Slow down, babes. They prob'ly just got this off charity shop or summat. Don't reckon they was takin' the piss, to be 'onest...

The second woman is still flustered, but also visibly mollified.

Woman #2: You reckon?

Woman #1: 'Course, luv. Or, oi, maybe it's a trick from ol' Bazzers...! Yeh, that'll be it! That cheeky bugger!

As if on cue, the 'cheeky bugger' in question – colour commentator Barry Jones – is seen walking into frame, a puzzled look on his features.

Baz: Oi-oi....

Hearing the cockney's voice, the two women turn around, delighted smiles on their features.

Woman #1: Wotcher, Bazzers!

Baz squints at the two women in confusion.

Baz: Wha' are you lot doin' 'ere?

The first woman, however, barely seems to register the question, instead nudging the cockney announcer:

Woman #1: Been takin' the mick off our Steller, then, 'ave you? You ol' bugger!

Barry, however, simply pushes off irritably, repeating his question in a louder tone:

Baz: What-are you lot-doin'-'ere? You gunna get in trouble, like!

The announcer looks over his shoulder nervously, but the women continue to not appear fazed. Instead, the red-headed one claps Barry on the shoulder, roaring:

Woman #1: Came ter see you, ent we, ya pillock!

Once again, however, Baz pushes her off crossly.

Baz: Well, you oughter 'ave called or summat. Someone catches you back 'ere, you gunner get thrown out on yer arses!

It is the second woman's turn to speak:

Woman #2: No we ent. 'Cos we're yer mates, an' ya work 'ere!

Barry sighs:

Baz: Blimey, Stells! It ent that simple, like...!

Woman #2: Why no'?

Baz: 'Cos...yer no' s'posed ter be 'ere 'less you work f'r UKWF!

Woman #2: So...? We can start workin' f'r 'em, then! Can't we, Becks?

The blonde smiles.

Woman #1: Too righ' we can! We jus' got ter talk wi' th' gaffer!

The woman turns to Barry, ignoring his despairing face-palm.

Woman #1: You know 'im, don'tcher, babes? Th' bloke what's in charge around 'ere?

Baz nods, in spite of himself.

Woman #1: Oh, wicked! Is this them, then?

The woman points towards the wooden door once more, but Baz quickly shakes his head:

Baz: No...not 'er. You dun' wanner talk to 'er.

The blonde woman scowls.

Woman #1: Why not?

Baz: Jus' trust me. If you lot are gunner work 'ere, you's better off stayin' out of 'er way. Best talk to th' other poshie, the bloke...he might not throw you on yer arse. Com'on.

Seemingly giving in to his inevitable lot, the announcer then puts an arm around each of the newcomers, leading them away from the door and down the hallway. A moment later, the camera returns to ringside, to catch the next bout of wrestling action!

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

2-on-1 Handicap Match: Cross Recoba & Hunter Storms v Nate Krelle

The match starts, surprisingly enough, with an inversion of what usually occurs in bouts involving members of the NME. Rather than two or more of the Enforcers running out to beat down an opponent, it is the opponent who gets the jump on the Enforcers, rushing in from behind and laying out Hunter Storms with a big Clothesline from Hell to the back of the head, before laying into Cross Recoba with punches, throwing the Enforcer off-balance and sending him crashing into the nearest barricade!

While he just about avoids losing his footing and falling down, however, Recoba is still at the mercy of his opponent – and mercy is something Nate Krelle appears to have none of this evening. Proof of that is that he launches onto his recurring foe in UKWF, taking him down with a Thesz press before landing a series of mounted punches which – the match not yet having officially begun – the referee is powerless to put an end to!

Seeing one of their least favourite athletes in the roster getting pummelled hy another who is also far from a fan-favourite leaves the crowd in an impasse, neither wanting to cheer for Krelle nor boo him. A small cheer does, however, arise from one section of the Leytonstone School Sports Centre, in support of the 'Anti-Trend'.

Perhaps buoyed by this, Krelle doubles the intensity and power behind his next few punches, doing some damage to Recoba's beloved face before finally rolling off the top of him and bringing him to his feet. The cheers intensify as he forcibly steals a chair from a front row fan and lays it out horizontally underneath Recoba. He sets up his groggy opponent...

...and notices Hunter Storms just coming to, and rushing in his direction! Without thinking twice, Krelle rushes at the Enforcer himself and connects with a running spinning heel kick, which sends Storms crashing into the barrier on the opposite side!

This, however, gives Recoba an opening, which he seeks to capitalise on. As Krelle turns around, Recoba goes for a poke in the eye, before following it up with a headbutt! Krelle is sent reeling back, and the Enforcer lunges...

...only for his opponent to sidestep and trip him, sending him sprawling onto his fallen tag team partner!

The cheers are now definitely growing louder, the crowd getting behind Krelle in spite of himself as he leans in to bring the Enforcer back up. He throws Recoba back across the ramp roughly – forcing a few front-row fans, including the now chairless youngster, to step aside – then runs in to take him down with another spinning-heel kick!

Recoba goes down once more, and Krelle is almost immediately on top of him again. This time, however, rather than connect with a move, the 'Anti-Trend' simply pulls the woozy Enforcer back to his feet. He spins Recoba around, swings him in a pendulum motion...

...and plants him with the Road to Krelle, onto the steel chair!

Not content with that devastating move, however, Krelle once again leans in to pick the Enforcer up and bring him to his feet. He smirks at the crowd, a 'watch this' type of expression on his features as he bends over and begins Gimmick Infringing by putting Cross in Garibaldi's Guillotine!

Before he can properly lock in the move, however, he gets roughly pulled off Recoba and thrown against the ring apron. A livid Hunter Storms then quickly follows this up by ramming into Krelle with a running forearm shot to the back of the head, which pins Krelle to the apron! The 'Anti-Trend' stumbles backwards, and Hunter promptly shoves him into the ring, finally causing the referee to call for the bell, and officially kick off what is now apparently a one-on-one match!

Hunter Storms v Nate Krelle

No sooner is he in-between the ropes than Krelle begins attempting to pull himself to his feet. Storms is at hand, however, and this intention is promptly thwarted; instead, Storms brings Krelle to his feet before connecting with an inverted DDT! He covers!

ONE!

TW—Kickout by the 'Anti-Trend!'

Storms does not, however, look too bothered by this turn of events, instead leaning in to bring Krelle to his feet once more. He picks his opponent up and throws him over with a simple yet effective front suplex! Krelle goes flying overhead, and Storms quickly rolls through to his feet, eager to continue his offensive momentum. He lays low for a moment, waiting for Krelle to get up, then – when he does – connects with a running European uppercut! 'The Anti-Trend' is thrown into the ropes, and Hunter does not hesitate – he pulls his arm back and connects with the discus lariat he calls the Quarrel Bomber, throwing Krelle over the ropes and to the outside!

A chorus of boos follows the fourth Enforcer as he steps through the ropes to retrieve his opponent on the floor. Krelle tries to put up a semblance of resistance, but Hunter reacts quicker, cutting off the 'Anti-Trend''s attempted series of punches and lifting him up into a powerbomb position, before dropping him back-first onto the apron! Krelle is heard letting out an audible cry of pain, but Storms seems less than fazed, simply bringing the 'Anti-Trend' back up to his feet and rolling him back into the ring!

Rather than re-enter the squared circle the traditional way, however, the fourth Enforcer chooses instead to climb the ring steps and, from there, ascend to the top turnbuckle. Once there, he sizes up his groggy opponent for a moment, before leaping off into a frogsplash...

...which Krelle rolls out of the way of! Hunter faceplants, and the 'Anti-Trend' finds a way back into the match!

Dazed as he is, however, Krelle is incapable of immediately capitalising, and instead chooses to lie on the mat for a long moment, recovering his bearings. Similarly affected by his failed attempt at an aerial move, Hunter is just as unable to capitalise quickly, and as a result, both men end up lying on the mat for a long moment, as the referee starts the standard ten-count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Before the official can reach the count of 'five', Nate Krelle gingerly yet effectively manages to roll over onto his side, bringing himself up to a semi-seated position. From there, still grimacing from the strain on his muscles, he reaches for the set of ropes closest to him, dragging himself closer to them before using them as leverage to help him back to his feet.

As all this is going on, Hunter has, himself, managed to push himself up to one knee. The fourth Enforcer is, however, not quick enough to react as 'The Anti-Trend' steps in and brings him to his feet. Before Storms can so much as react, Krelle is dropping him with a double-arm DDT! The Enforcer faceplants again, and Nate covers!

ONE!

TWO!

--KICKOUT by Storms!!

Krelle rolls off the top of Storms as the fourth Enforcer kicks out, shaking his head and still visibly not at one hundred percent lucidity. He does not let that stop him, however, and is able, with great effort, to pull himself back to his feet and – before Hunter can begin pulling himself back up to his own feet – connect with a standing moonsault! It connects, and Krelle covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

---Another kickout from Storms!

This time, a trace of frustration does come across Krelle's features as his opponent kicks out again. Still, there is nothing to it but to start over, and thus Nate has no other option than to roll off the top of Storms and think of a different approach. After a moment's deliberation, 'The Anti-Trend' seems to come across the answer, and takes a couple of steps back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent rather than step in towards Hunter again. As the fourth Enforcer pulls himself to one knee the reason for this change in tack becomes apparent, as 'The Anti-Trend' runs in with the trademark kick he calls 'Shooting Blanks'...

...only for the Enforcer to roll out of the way, scrambling up to his feet as he comes out of the roll!

Once back to a vertical position, Storms' quick reflexes allow him to capitalise and before the confused Krelle can finish regaining his bearings, he is being locked into a wrist clutch, and draped over the Enforcer's shoulders. 'The Anti-Trend' tries to fight back, but his weary and confused state slows down his reaction time, allowing Storms to connect with his Tower Bridge Driver! Krelle is dropped on his head, and the Enforcer hooks his leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Krelle's brave efforts are thwarted once again!

WINNER in 05:32: Hunter Storms

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ARCANE & KINCAID VS VALKYRIE & BLAISE FADER

The bell rings inside the Leyston School Sports Centre and there's some discussion between the two teams about who is going to start. After nearly thirty seconds of arguing, it's Blaise Fader who starts for one side and Kincaid on the other. Alex comes out of the corner aggressively, but on being confronted by the former UKWF champion he pauses and slowly circles her. Blaise seems just as reluctant to engage as Kincaid does, the previous trust between the two of them weighing on her mind. Alex steps toward her, wiping a bit of sweat off his nose under the hot lights before the two of them collide in a collar and elbow tieup. Kincaid leans forward, spreading his fingers in her face and uses his full bodyweight to push her back against the ropes. Blaise puts her hands up in front of her and locks eyes on him, waiting for him to take a cheap shot as the ref demands a clean break. Alex leans back and breaks the lockup, taking a few steps back to the middle of the ring without taking the shot. Blaise watches him uncertainly, as he spreads his arms wide and tells her he's 'just here to wrestle'.

On the apron, Valkyrie reaches over the ropes behind Blaise and makes a blind tag. The second the tag is made Kincaid bolts to the ropes and slides out to the floor near his corner. Arcane shouts at him to get back in there but Kincaid ignores him, instead electing to quickly conference with his wife on the outside. Valkyrie is smart enough to bide her time, knowing that trying to pursue him on that side of the ring will only result in a sneak attack from one of the other three. She crouches in her corner and stares daggers at Kincaid through the ropes. He points at her and shouts some verbal abuse, only for Valkyrie to stand up and motion with two fists toward the canvas threatening him with Freyja's Justice! Kincaid shakes his head furiously, shouting that her piledriver is banned over and over again but by the fear in his eyes it's clear she's got him shook up.

But now, the ref's count has hit eight and Kincaid slides into the ring. He quickly reaches up to make a tag to Arcane before rolling back out to the floor. Arcane gets inside, bouncing up and down on his feet and inviting Valkyrie in to take a shot at him. Valkyrie steps in and throws a clothesline, only for Arcane to duck the shot and go flying across the ring. He hits the ropes and darts back, throwing a shoulder block that Valkyrie sets for and absorbs without falling off her feet. Arcane seems surprised and throws a quick boot to her gut that doubles The Great Dane Bitch over. He bolts into the ropes again, and this time when Valkyrie puts her head back up to recover she's run through with a gigantic shoulder block! She hits the canvas and Arcane dives on her for a quick cover.

ONE!

Valkyrie's shoulder pops up after the one, but Arcane doesn't seem concerned as it seems more to keep her working than to keep her on the canvas. On the apron, Kincaid paces back and forth while Blaise yells encouragement to her tag team partner. Arcane hauls Valkyrie up by her hair and pushes her back into the corner, making a quick tag to Kincaid. Of course, The Bullet King is more than willing to get in the ring with Valkyrie now that she's a being double teamed and the two of them engage in some quick stomps against the turnbuckle. The ref starts a five count and Arcane heads out to the ropes as Kincaid pulls Valkyrie to her feet, before suddenly whipping her overhead with a snap suplex!

Valkyrie rolls to her side, and snakes an arm up to try and go back on the offense only for Kincaid to slip his arm around her elbow and twist it back. Valkyrie grits her teeth, pain shooting up her bicep as he buries a knee in her ribs and uses it to keep her pinned to the canvas. Valkyrie is smart enough not to fight away from the hold – as instinct would tell you – but to instead roll on her hip toward him to grind her knee out from underneath him. She keeps turning on her hip, and Kincaid finds himself in a modified guard position. It's an unorthodox position for a wrestling match, and Kincaid doesn't seem to know how to deal with it. He reaches high toward her right shoulder, and Valkyrie suddenly pops her hips up to snatch him in an armbar! She yanks on it as hard as she can, and Kincaid cries out in pain. He desperately stretches a foot back and lands just the edge of his foot on the ropes.

Of course, Valkyrie takes every second of the five count to release the hold. When she does he once again scrambles backward to the floor. Valkyrie is furious, going to follow him through the ropes only for Kincaid to suddenly spring up and smash her on the side of the head with a wicked elbow! Valkyrie falls limp on the ropes and Kincaid slips back inside the ring. He paces around the ring, holding his elbow and shaking some numbness out of it. He snarls and walks back across the ring, grabbing her hand and stretching it across the ropes. He pulls her hand up, bends her wrist back and then looks out at the crowd with a manic look in his eye. Suddenly, he puts three of Valkyrie's fingers in his mouth and bites! Valkyrie grits her teeth again, but can't help but cry out in pain as he bends her back against the rope. The ref starts his own five count and a frustrated Blaise charges into the ring, rushing at Kincaid. He lets go of the hand and takes a step back, spreading his arms wide and yelling something to Blaise. The two of them argue back and forth with the referee barely keeping the two of them seperate. Valkyrie rolls off the ropes, holding her fingers close to her as she turns to face him.

Kincaid grabs her and tosses her into the corner of the ring, making a quick tag to Arcane. Arcane gets into the ring and the two men hook her up for a suplex that sends her crashing to the canvas. Valkyrie sits up, holding her back and Kincaid suddenly darts forward to add a final quick kick to her face before retreating to the apron. Arcane grabs Valkyrie by her hand, pulling her up to her feet and hauling her up over his shoulder in a powerslam position. Valkyrie throws some sharp elbows down, into the front of his face and slips off his shoulder to the mat behind him. She hits the ropes again, trying to build momentum but Kincaid throws a knee into the small of her back! She bounces off the ropes, holding her back and that half second opening is enough for Arcane to grab her and snap her into the mat with a gigantic powerslam! He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout! The first real nearfall of the match brings the crowd to its feet and a nervous walk back and forth on the apron from Blaise. Arcane looks back and forth around the ring, considering his next option of attack for his opponent and finally electing to pull her back to her feet. Valkyrie suddenly pops up and throws a knee lift into her opponent, but Arcane absorbs the blow and nails her into the face with a big forearm sledge. Valkyrie takes the shot and then returns one of her own, roaring in defiance at Arcane. He takes the shot and shake his head a bit, clearing cobwebs before returning another! Valkyrie hits another! She throws them faster and faster, eventually Arcane staggers a bit on wobbly legs. She lowers her shoulder and spears him toward the ropes as fast as she can. When he comes off, she hooks her arm around his elbow and throws him up over her head with a huge modified back body drop! Arcane is down!

Valkyrie turns and drops to one knee, weary from being on the defense. She turns arnd goes for a tag on the other side, stumbling a bit as she goes over and hits Blaise Fader's hand. Blaise hits the ring like a house of fire dropping Arcane with a pair of big clotheslines, but the referee shakes his head and walks away from Arcane and Kincaids corner yelling that there was no tag! The audience boos as Alyssa Kincaid hops down off the apron, having successfully distracted the referee while Valkyrie went for the tag. The referee gets Blaise back to her corner as Arcane grabs Valkyrie and drags her back across the ring by her ankle. He wraps his leg around hers, pinning her down and reaching up to make a quick tag to Kincaid. He slides under the ropes and yanks her out, as Valkyrie throws some short kicks to try and get him loose but can't quite make it. Finally, Arcane grabs her and slams her against the barricade on the outside!

Kincaid, sensing opportunity, hops from the ring apron to the middle turnbuckle. He grins, looking out over the crowd before slowly standing up and leaping off the top! He brings his fists crashing down onto the back of Valkyrie's neck, driving her sternum into the ring barricade! Valkyrie collapses to the floor as the referee demands Arcane and Kincaid get it back in the ring. Blaise hops to the floor and walks around the ring, looking to go on the offensive but the referee hops to the floor and keeps the two teams from clashing any further. Kincaid rolls back into the ring and heads to the opposite corner, more than willing to take a count out victory. Unfortunately the argument on the floor and Blaise yelling encouragement to her tag partner has Valkyrie back on her feet and climbing under the ropes bit by bit. Kincaid shakes his head, stunned by Valkyrie's resilience. When she gets inside he hits the ropes, twisting around and clocking her in the face with a Rolling Devil Trigger! He hops across her for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Valkyrie kicks out! It's a long count though and Kincaid looks more than happy with the damage he's done so far. On the outside of the ring, his hands draped easily across the top rope Arcane is directing traffic with a few instructions to his tag partner. Kincaid gets up, waving a hand toward Arcane dismissively and heading to a neutral corner. Valkyrie sits up, taking a deep wheezing breath and Kincaid bolts forward to throw a wicked single leg dropkick to the back of her neck! With Valkyrie back down, he walks back to his corner and makes another tag to Arcane. Arcane gets inside, walking across the ring and grabbing Valkyrie. She's practically dead weight as he pulls her off the canvas. He hooks her in a front facelock and hauls her up into the air for a brainbuster. Ever the tactician, Valkyrie realizes the position she's in and she starts swinging her feet back and forth to try and reverse the position. Arcane picks up on it and swings her forward, planting her back on her feet before suddenly lashing out with a huge roundhouse kick to the head! Valkyrie drops! He makes another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Again, The Great Dane Bitch gets a shoulder off the mat! This time Arcane is visibly frustrated, pounding a fist off the mat before turning to walk across the ring and make yet another tag to Kincaid. Valkyrie, for her part, crawls a few more feet on her hands and knees toward Blaise who has her hand stretched as far into the ring as she can. Kincaid races across the ring to grab Valkyrie by the leg and pulls her across the ring again. He yanks her to the outside in their corner, again slamming her into the ring barricade. Kincaid slowly backs up, shaking his head and climbing to the apron. Alyssa Kincaid shouts at him to go in for the kill, and he's all to happy to oblige as he again hops from the apron to the top turnbuckle.

He stands, savouring every second of what should be the final killshot on Valkyrie. He puts a thumb to his throat and slashes it across his neck, making his intentions as clear as can be to the jeering audience. And then he flies off the top!

But Valkyrie moves! Kincaid smashes chest first into the barricade this time! He drops to the floor, holding his chest as Valkyrie stagger spins her way back toward the ring. Arcane hops down from the apron and comes after her again but this time she's prepared and meets him with a brutal Roskilde Kiss! Both members of one team are down, and Valkyrie shakely walks toward the ring. The referee's count as at five as she rolls herself under the ropes into the ring. But that's only step one! There's still the entire ring to cross! On the apron, Blaise Fader is apoplectic with anger at the double team assault by the other team. She shouts at Valkyrie to make the tag, reaching out again and jumping up and down as she can barely contain her energy!

But Kincaid has started to stir. He gets to one knee, holding his chest and coughing as sharp pain shoots up his throat. His wife is screaming at him to stop Valkyrie from making the tag and Kincaid turns toward the ring. He heads for his opponent, sliding into the ropes and heading after he. He dives at the last second and simply lands on top of her legs, pinning her to the canvas. The crowd boos as Valkyrie tries to reach her fingers that extra few inches and make the tag to Blaise. But Kincaid crawls up her body and buries a knee in her back, grinning and shaking his head at Blaise. He pulls Valkyrie back to her feet and yanks her up to a fireman's carry, looking for The Red River Crossing! Valkyrie slides off his shoulders and lands behind him! He turns only to eat a massive superkick to the jaw! Kincaid is sent staggering back to a neutral corner! Valkyrie leaps to her corner and makes a tag!

The audience erupts and Blaise Fader storms into the ring! She charges toward Kincaid, sandwiching him in the corner with a gigantic body avalanche! She throws him into the other corner and rushes in to level him with a second one! Kincaid falls to a seated position in the corner as Blaise walks back to the ropes and spins, pointing out at the people in the crowd before turning and pointing toward Kincaid down in the corner! She charges again and nails him with the Rock'n Rolla! Blaise drags Kincaid out of the corner and makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Kincaid barely gets a shoulder up! Blaise gets to her feet, pulling him up with her and scooping him over her shoulders into a samoan drop position. But Kincaid kicks himself loose and lands on the ground behind her. He hits the ropes and charges Blaise but the former champion is ready. When he leaps, she easily catches him in midair and tosses him with a massive belly to belly suplex! Kincaid can't help but immediately roll back up, holding his back and trying to make some distance. It doesn't work as the minute he gets up he's run over again with the Exocet! Blaise makes another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Arcane dives in to break up the pin! Blaise rolls off, astonished, and Arcane gets to his feet to shove her away from Kincaid. The referee starts a five count but the two of them quickly brawl their way out of the ring. Kincaid, stunned, has to use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. On the floor, the referee is yelling at the other two to get into the ring. Blaise finally manages to clothesline Arcane to his back and she runs back into the ring. This time, Kincaid is ready to defend himself and meets her with a series of sharp jabs to the face. Blaise absorbs the shots though, and when he winds up for a final bigger punch she scoops him up over her shoulder again in a powerbomb position! She takes a few steps around the ring and almost loses a hold of him, before setting her base with a yell and hauling him back up into the air to the cheers of the fans.

Behind her, a still wobbly Valkyrie hops into the ring while the referee is distracted by trying to get Arcane back into the ring. He turns around just in time to see Valkyrie shake off the cobwebs and rush off the ropes behind Blaise. The Great Dane Bitch shows incredible athleticism in leaping into the air, nailing Kincaid with a flying lariat as Blaise brings him down with a massive powerbomb! Valkyrie hops up to her feet and turns to the ropes, diving through with a baseball slide that hits so hard it's practically a dropkick! Blaise makes a cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

But the referee is pulled out of the ring before he can deliver the final three count! Hunter Storms is on the floor, arguing with the referee he's just yanked out! Cross Recoba, still hurting from earlier in the night watches the scene with an icy stare. He heads around the ring to help get Arcane back to his feet as Blaise seems stunned by what she's just seen. She walks over to the ropes, yelling to the floor at Storms. The referee shakes his head and points toward the back demanding that the other members of NME clear away from ringside! Arcane has made it back to his feet and slides into the ring behind a distracted Blaise Fader, crouching in the corner and waiting for her to turn around. Cross joins his tag partner and the two of them start slowly backing up the ramp while jawing with the referee. Slowly, Blaise turns around to get back on offense only to get hit with a big running boot from Arcane! Kincaid stumbles to his corner, clapping his hands to fake a tag before retreating to the apron. This sound is enough to get the attention of the referee back on the match, with the other members of NME retreat to the back again.

Arcane looks out to the floor where Valkyrie is down and sees his best opening yet to finally finish this match off. He heads over to Blaise and scoops her up, hooking her head and pops his hips to haul her up into the air and dump her on her head with an absolutely brutal brainbuster! He hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Blaise Fader kicks out with authority! On the apron, Kincaid is astonished but Arcane remains on the attack. He hooks her around the waist for a german suplex and slooooowly pulls her up to her feet. Blaise fights forward, grasping toward the ropes as best she can but not quite being able to make it. Finally, she violently pops her hips back which forces Arcane to break his grip. She runs forward and hits the ropes, but as she comes back Arcane turns his own body away from her and pushes her off the ropes by the back of her neck. When she comes back toward him he suddenly tosses her overhead with a huge german suplex! Arcane gets up, turning around and definitely glaring out at the crowd before he shoots forward and absolutely takes Blaise’s head off with his own version of The Burning Mage! A message is sent to MJ Bell as he makes another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And this time Valkyrie has to dive in to break up the pinfall! Kincaid suddenly comes flying into the ring, having springboarded off the ropes and looking for a Springboard Devil Trigger! At the last second though, Valkyrie ducks and he lands on his feet. He turns and Valkyrie kicks him in the gut. She hauls him up into the air to look for the Allfather Drop but Kincaid pushes off her shoulders and lands on his feet again before he cracks her in the face with a Spinning Devil Trigger! His most effective weapon tonight, his elbow strikes, finally manages to stagger the massive dane and he throws her into the corner of the ring before quickly retreating to his corner and looking for a tag from Arcane. The referee yells at the competitors, starting to lose control of the match as Arcane makes a quick tag. He starts a five count as Arcane and Kincaid send Blaise off the ropes to look for the big final double team to finish her off. But she instead takes them both down with a huge hip attack! Both men slowly get to their knees with Valkyrie up in the corner and Blaise in the opposite one across the ring! Arcane and Kincaid are sandwiched between the two women! But when they rush each other for the killing stroke both men suddenly pop up and blast both of their opponents with a pair of huge uppercuts!

The referee is desperate to regain control, but can’t quite manage it as Arcane suddenly charges forward and just bull rushes Blaise through the ropes in a brutal spear to the floor! Sensing a chance to finish the match again, Kincaid scoops Valkyrie up and slams her down to the canvas! He races to the corner, hops over the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle! He leaps off the ropes From On High! But Valkyrie gets out of the way! He slams chest first into the canvas, and pops up holding his chest and wheezing. When he turns toward his opponent Valkyrie wraps her arms around him and lists him up for Freyja’s Justice! The crowd goes wild as the referee reminds her the move is illegal but Valkyrie doesn’t seem to care!

But then Hunter Storms and Cross Recoba hit the ring again! Hunter grabs Kincaids feet and pushes him back down and Kincaid rushes from the ring! The referee calls for the bell as Valkyrie goes on the attack against NME! With Cross still in pain from earlier in the night, she manages to make a comeback and send the two of them back. Blaise gets back up, holding the small of her back and slides into the ring to join her tag partner. The two of them get on the attack with a series of punches and chase The Enforcers from the ring! The referee calls for the bell, signalling the no contest as Hunter and Cross move toward Arcane on the floor. The three of them invite the woman to continue the fight on the floor, but Valkyrie and Blaise are too smart to bite on that. A frustrated Kincaid makes his way up the ramp with his wife, cursing and shouting threats at Valkyrie in the ring as we’ve got a no contest in a hard fought matchup!

NO CONTEST IN 21:30

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

The next scene starts with Australian-American Connection getting ready for their match. They are interrupted by Stella Chalmers-Blythe herself.

Oscar: What are you doing here?

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: I am wherever I feel like being, darling… This place is mine. But, since I met you both, I might as well inform you.

Valerie: Inform us of what?

Stella Chalmers-Blythe smiles at them.

Stella Chalmers-Blythe: Your match… it’s now a Backstage Brawl! Oh, and it’s staring RIGHT NOW. Good luck, darlings.

With that Stella Chalmers-Blythe waves goodbye and leaves, leaving the two members of Australian-American Connection clearly confused.

Valerie: What does she mean right n- WATCH OUT!!

Valerie’s warning doesn’t come in time though as Oscar is speared by a blur that reveals itself to be Moonlight Master. Valerie tries to help her brother-in-law but she is hit from behind with a chair. Carnival walks into camera view with a sick grin and smashes the chair again on Valerie’s back. Meanwhile Moonlight is just punching Oscar’s face aggressively.

UKWF Tag Team Title Backstage Brawl: Aus-Am Connection v. The Master Sisters (c)

Carnival stops and waits for Valerie to start getting up and smashes the chair loudly on her face, and a now busted open Valerie simply falls on the ground completely unconscious. 

Carnival taps Moonlight’s back. 

Carnival: Get him up! I wanna hurt him! 

Moonlight nods and raises Oscar. Carnival smiles devilishly and smacks her chair into Oscar’s face with a sickening tud. Oscar’s lifeless body falls to the ground. 

Bobby Gene appears from behind and tries to help her family by jumping into Carnival’s back, but Moonlight quickly grabs her and Carnival delivers the same fate to her, leaving a completely bent chair and three lifeless and bloodied bodies in the ground. 

Only now does Aurora appear, dragging a referee with her. 

Aurora: Listen here, you’re going to make the count or we make sure you retire earlier. 

Aurora pushes the referee to the ground and Moonlight covers Oscar. The referee refuses at first, but Carnival slams the chair into the ground while glaring angrily at him and that seems enough to convince him to start the count. 

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE! 

Yep they were definitely not kicking out of that one. 

The sisters smirk at the chaos they delivered and leave the scene, but not without Superkicking the referee in the face. 

And it’s with the frame of the lying bodies that the scene fades to black.

WINNERS and STILL UKWF Tag Team Champions in 1:57: The Master Sisters!

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Jacqui Monroe v. Gaia Galanos

Just weeks ago, this match seemed like a fantasy, but now here Gaia Galanos and Jacqui Monroe were standing, nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, exchanging some… well, unpleasantries. The majority of the speaking comes from Jacqui’s side naturally as the referee calls for the bell. Gaia seems prepared to strike as she gets low and lounges in only to eat a sickening roundhouse kick to the side of the head, dropping her. The crowd roars in approval as Jacqui Monroe stands over her opponent and shouts obscenities at Galanos who is left looking for her head. That’s when Jacqui sees her opportunity to try to lock in her standing headscissors and finish this match! Perhaps a bit too early as Gaia fights it off, and slides out the back end. Gaia looks for a German Suplex, but Jacqui quickly feeds Gaia a couple of hard elbows to the side of the face causing her to break the grip. The elbows have enough power in them to send Gaia stumbling back against the ropes only to find herself on the receiving end of a VERY early Jacqui Kick which sends her out of the ring as the crowd is on their feet for this early flurry from Jacqui Monroe. For a moment, Jacqui stares outside at her opponent before she stalks over to the ropes and climbs out only to be met with a stiff headbutt from the former UKWF Tag Team Champion, rocking Jacqui. Apparently, it was a bit too early to expect the Superkick to keep Gaia down for long.

Abruptly Gaia shoots low on Jacqui and catches her with a shoulder to the gut against the ring apron. Monroe’s eyes go wide as her breath evacuates her lungs. Gaia doesn’t let up as she hits another headbutt then dosey-does Jacqui chest-first into the apron, dropping her hard. The crowd groans then begins booing as Gaia finally gets back to her feet. She is, however, reeling from the beating she just sustained within the first couple moments of the match. As the referee administers the 10-count, he stops for a split-second to remind Gaia to get Jacqui back into the ring. Gaia, however, just stands their huffing for a moment, catching her breath before seemingly obliging. Or so we thought. As we assume she’s about to send Jacqui back into the ring, Gaia stops and suddenly looks to slam Monroe’s face into the ring apron’s hard edge. Jacqui reverses it though and looks to do likewise, but Gaia is able to get an elbow into the gut. This allows her to get Jacqui by the hair again, and run her as fast as she can into the turnbuckle post! Or she would have had Jacqui not reversed it halfway through and sent Gaia crashing head-first into the ring post! This opens Gaia’s head up once again in the same spot Madman Szalinski opened her up in; causing blood to begin trickling down her head.

Now, Jacqui finally sends Galanos back into the ring, and stalks right back into the ring after her. Gaia gets to her feet and turns toward Monroe right as she begins rushing at Galanos. Gaia sidesteps and sends Jacqui continuing toward the ropes before snapping off a Belly-to-Belly Suplex on Monroe’s rebound, giving Gaia some breathing room. Both women are slow to get back to their feet, but when they do, they begin trading shots. When Jacqui lands a forearm, the crowd shouts “AYY!” when Gaia lands a forearm, the crowd shouts “BOO!” Gaia abruptly goes low and surprises Jacqui with a low-kick to the leg, causing Jacqui to stumble just enough for Galanos to easily dodge a wild swing and throw Jacqui overhead with a German Suplex, complete with a textbook bridge.

ONE!

TWO!

Jacqui gets the shoulder up, and Gaia doesn’t even bother to check with the referee as she brings Jacqui to her feet, and talks directly to her. Thanks to the camera being so close we can hear Gaia tell Jacqui that she’s “almost as washed up as her has-been boyfriend.” The words clearly motivate Monroe as she suddenly comes to life and begins wailing on Galanos, starting with a headbutt of her own which sends Gaia off-balance. A quick kick to the back of the leg causes Gaia to drop down to her knees where Jacqui puts those educated feet to good use with a succession of stiff roundhouses to Gaia’s chest as the crowd counts along.

When Jacqui Monroe goes for the finishing shot, a Buzzsaw Kick aimed at Gaia’s temple, Gaia ducks underneath. Jacqui finds herself in a situation to lock in Domination again, but, to Jacqui’s surprise, Gaia has no issue lifting her into an electric chair position. She tosses Jacqui into the air then executes a beautiful wheelbarrow-style German Suplex. The referee gets into position to make the count, but once he does, he sees that Jacqui’s shoulders aren’t quite on the mat. Once Gaia adjusts, the referee goes to begin the count, but Jacqui nearly immediately kicks out of the pinning predicament.

Gaia, not seeming too bothered by the kick out, decides to egg Jacqui on by shoving her face as she’s trying to get back to her feet. At first, Gaia has a smirk on her face, but it’s quickly wiped off when Jacqui Monroe grapples Gaia’s arm then yanks her right into a heavy-armed lariat that turns her opponent inside-out! Jacqui drops into the pinfall attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Gaia gets her shoulder up in time. Jacqui looks at the referee doubtfully, but goes back to work on Gaia without a word. She mounts Gaia and just begins laying in on the stiff punches to Gaia’s forehead. She stops for just a moment to shout in Gaia’s face a string of obscenities. Afterward, Gaia spits her own blood into Jacqui’s face, and clearly that’s the very last straw as Jacqui Monroe just completely loses it and headbutts the holy hell out of Gaia! That is only the beginning though as Jacqui just goes on a tirade, punching, forearming, elbowing or whatever she can do to Gaia. Being near the ropes, Galanos naturally gets her foot on the ropes and the referee begins counting as Jacqui shows no sign of letting up!

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5!

The referee calls for the bell as the crowd begins booing. Katherine Kensington stands up to announce the referee’s decision when her father’s voice cuts her off over the speaker system.

James Kensington: Wait a moment, please, Katherine. This cannot end in this fashion so please restart this match under No Disqualifications rules, if you’d please, sir.

The place about explodes with Mr. Kensington’s amendment of the match. And with that, while the referee is still trying to get Jacqui off of Gaia long enough to get the match restarted. That’s when Jacqui stops just long enough to catch her breath. For a long moment, Gaia and Jacqui just glare into each other’s eyes, and Gaia dares to shout the words: “your bitch of a boyfriend hits harder than you and he’s got cancer!” The crowd hears it and reacts with an “OOOHHH!” That’s when the referee realizes there’s no way he’s going to keep Jacqui off of Gaia long enough to start the match and just starts it with a shrug of his shoulders. And, of course, as you’d expect Jacqui completely lost it on Gaia who is now bleeding from her nose, compliments of The Alpha herself, Jacqui Monroe.

In a surprise move, Jacqui dismounts her victim and climbs to the outside, dragging Gaia out of the ring as if dragging her past the seventh circle of hell then throwing her headlong into steel stairs with a sickening thud. Jacqui punishes Gaia with a kick to the upper-back each time she dares to even attempt get up. Finally, it seems like Gaia doesn’t have the energy or the will to get herself to her feet as she bows her head against the steel stairs. When Jacqui sees this, there’s murderous intent in her eyes as she takes a few steps back and comes charging across the outside with an attempted running boot. Gaia moves just in time as everyone is shocked that Jacqui nearly used a real curbstomp on Gaia Galanos. The audience is completely silent as Gaia is just now realizing just how lucky she is to be alive with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Jacqui’s ankle seems to have absorbed a decent amount of pain from the missed boot.

Without a care in the world which leg is bothering her, Gaia sees her opportunity when Jacqui goes to kick her with her bad foot as she picks the foot and contorts it in a way that Jacqui is forced to turn around so that Gaia has her in an ankle lock she apparently calls Achilles’ Affliction. Gaia drops down into the grapevine, anchoring the intense submission. Jacqui is in pure agony as Galanos unmercifully torques her foot. The referee gets out on the apron and informs Gaia that this isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere Match to which she shouts “fuck you” and continues torquing the ankle. After a few more damaging seconds of Achilles’ Affliction, Galanos releases the hold and helps Jacqui to her feet. It’s painfully obvious that Jacqui is limping as she’s helped into the ring by Gaia. As Jacqui tries to get to her feet, Gaia grabs her ankle again while still standing on the outside and slams the leg against the ring apron. She then bends Jacqui’s knee under the bottom rope and puts the top of Jacqui’s foot against the second rope, effectively trapping Jacqui where she is so Galanos can slingshot herself over into a very precisely-executed guillotine leg drop to the back of Jacqui’s neck. Gaia quickly spins out of her sitting position, shoots the half, and grinds a forearm into the side of Jacqui’s face and her upper-arm; effectively pinning Jacqui to the mat.

ONE!

TWO-KICKOUT!

A quick near-fall by Gaia Galanos as she rolls into the next move, jamming her knee into the middle of Monroe’s upper-back and pulling back on her jaw, stretching away at her neck. Gaia then spins back to Jacqui’s leg, pivoting on her knee to make the move in one fluid motion. Galanos goes for Achilles’ Affliction again, but Jacqui is wise enough to counter with an enziguri that evens the playing field.

Both women lie motionless for a bit. Gaia looks as if she’s been shot in the head a small puddle of blood has pooled up in the ring near her face. After a moment or two of inactivity, both women begin getting back to their feet very painstakingly. When they get to their feet and turn to see one another, Jacqui looks to charge Gaia who goes for her Exploder Suplex. Monroe quickly counters with a few hard elbows to the side of Gaia’s head, forcing her to release the suplex attempt. A hard knee to the gut puts Gaia in perfect position for the DDG! When she attempts to drop down, Gaia reverses the front facelock into a hammerlock, but Jacqui catches her with an elbow before Gaia can do anything more. She tries to keep the hold locked in, but receives another elbow to the jaw for her troubles, staggering Galanos. This sets her up perfectly to eat a spinning heel kick from Jacqui, grounding Gaia. No, wait! Despite having taken the full impact of the spinning heel kick, Gaia is able to hold onto the foot and currently has Jacqui locked in a premature version of Achilles’ Affliction again.

Since Jacqui is standing, she just goes to stomp Gaia and has moderate success, but the stubborn Gaia Galanos continues to try to wrench away at the leg long enough that she’s able to rock Jacqui off-balance and get her legs in position to force her to the mat with her leg strength! Angrily, Gaia Galanos tears away at Jacqui Monroe’s ailing ankle. Jacqui doesn’t give up on stomping at Gaia though as she begins to kick and kick away at Gaia. It takes a moment, but Gaia finally releases, but it’s clear that the damage has been done to Jacqui’s ankle. Despite the painful kicks, Gaia is the first one back to her feet; thanks to the damage to Jacqui’s ankle.

That’s when Gaia sees the chance to finish this. She slashes her throat and mutters some choice words as Jacqui finds herself in a front facelock. Gaia easily lifts her up, and seems primed to hit the Brainbuster when Jacqui suddenly begins fighting back with knees to the head of Gaia while she’s holding her in the vertical position! Suddenly, the crowd flares back to life as Jacqui drops out of the vertical position and safely to the canvas on her feet. Ever-so-gingerly, though. Her ankle is clearly wrecked, and it shows as she can barely put any weight on it. Unfortunately, the favoring of her foot leaves her wide open for a sick Roundhouse Kick from Gaia Galanos! Somehow, to everyone’s surprise, Gaia’s included, Jacqui remains STANDING after the Roundhouse Kick and even has enough sense to get her hands up in time to stop a European Uppercut meant to put an end to her standing. It staggers Jacqui perfectly that she’s able to use that room for momentum when she cuts Gaia’s chest with a blistering Knife-Edge Chop, accompanied naturally with a “WOOO!” from the crowd. Gaia fires right back, cursing at her opponent in Greek as Jacqui Monroe fires chops back while likely translating Gaia to English. After the flurry of chops, both women stand there with aching bodies. You can see where Jacqui’s chops had struck home because Gaia is bleeding from her chest as well as her forehead. It was a good thing Jacqui was wearing a t-shirt otherwise she might be in a similar condition.

With hardly any energy left, the two women execute the only move their aching bodies will currently allow them to execute: a simple, effective headbutt. And, simple and effective might even be the understatement of the year because both women are out!

The referee seems more concerned with the two women themselves when he finally realizes he needs to make a ten-count. At around 9, Gaia and Jacqui finally get to their feet. Thanks to her youth and tested endurance, Gaia is in the best shape between the two and that’s not saying much as she catches Jacqui with a spinning sidekick to the gut, doubling her over perfectly to set her up for the Brainbuster. Gaia lifts Jacqui and looks to hit the Brainbuster, but Jacqui starts fighting AGAIN! Suddenly, Gaia tosses Jacqui away from her so that Monroe has no choice but to free fall right into Gaia’s Seismós Strike from the suplex position, sending Jacqui Monroe to the mat in a limp pile. The arena is silent as Gaia, in a bloodied and battered mess, slumps over Jacqui Monroe with a small smile on her face as she doesn’t even have enough in her to hook the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER in 27:16: Gaia Galanos!

Gaia rolls over and throws her hands in the air as well as she can which isn’t very well. As the blood mess that now refers to herself as The Event Horizon gets to her feet slowly, you can just see the kind of hell she had to go through for that victory. With unsteady legs below her, Gaia demands a microphone. 

Gaia Galanos: This is what happens. 

She points over at Jacqui Monroe who is being tended to by medical staff. Gaia has to shove some medical staff away from her as she continues speaking: 

Gaia Galanos: In three successive singles matches, I have ended Night Train Ayano, Madman Szalinski, and now Jacqui Monroe. Literally, a timeline of the people you love. I ended them, and as I look at the list of those I have ended, I noticed something: it’s missing a name. 

Gaia, still in rough shape, wanders away from the medical staff pursuing her. She leans against the ropes for support as she continues. 

Gaia Galanos: Pat Gordon, Junior. I know you’re watching tonight. 

The crimson-faced Gaia Galanos licks some blood off of her lips and smiles. 

Gaia Galanos: You interfered with my business and you have been for as long as I have known you. It’s time to end that. All of it. Call it closure. 

Gaia drops the microphone and falls to the mat before rolling out of the ring. With surprising speed, Galanos makes her way up the ramp as her music continues playing and evades the medical staff while having trash thrown from the stands at her as the show comes to a close.