UKWF Fight For The Future RESULTS!

[UKWF]

At the usual time, in the usual network, fans are greeted by the familiar riffage of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight'. Yes indeed, another UKWF broadcast is about to begin, and as ever, it is preceded by a credits sequence showing some of the company's superstars performing their signature impact moves, against a background of waving Union Jacks. The whole, as ever, bleeds directly into a title card, displaying the event name:

UKWF FIGHT FOR THE FUTURE

A moment later, viewers find themselves inside a more than respectably packed Ipswich Dome, the raucous crowd already manifesting their enthusiasm for the product. This enthusiasm extends, as usual, onto the fan-made signs held up by certain member of the audience, of which the camera captures the most interesting:

RIP LOWRI MOSS

SOMEBODY'S GONNA GET THEIR HEAD KICKED IN TONIGHT

I HAVE FAITH IN FAITH

BLACK STORM - BLUE THUNDER

From there, the camera transitions, as is also usual, to the announce table, where the customary duo greets viewers:

Barry Jones: 'Ello, folks! Welcome ter another UKWF show! We're 'ere in Ipswich ternigh', an' like always, I 'ave by me side the lovely Kerry...'ow's you, luv?

Kerry Buckingham: Quite good, thank you, dear. Looking forward to Ace showing that dreadful girl a lesson...

Knowing better than to argue with his colleague at this point, Baz says simply:

Baz: ...we'll see. An' wha' 'bout them other matches 'en?

Kerry: Errrr...let's see...who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares, REALLY who cares, TRAITOR...no, I'm afraid there is nothing here for me, dear.

Baz: ...well, suit yerself then, luv. I'm gunner be enjoyin' the fisticuffs! 'Specially from me mates, Steller an' Becks! Them girls can brawl, believe you me, luv!

Kerry: ...I'm...sure they can...

Before Baz can remark on his partner's disgusted tone when talking about his personal friends, however, the duo are interrupted by an unexpected theme song, which promptly brings the Ipswich Dome to a frenzy!

[UKWF]

Just as the announcers are finishing rounding up the evening's matches, 'Hail Britannia' starts up on the arena speakers, drawing a cheer from the crowd. A moment later, that cheer becomes louder, as James Kensington steps through the curtain, a microphone already in hand.

Baz: Cor! It's th' old gaffer! Wha' d'yer reckon 'e's out 'ere for, Kerr?

Kerry: I am sure I do not know. And I am sure I do not care.

Before Barry can speculate further, however, James puts all his doubts to rest, as he begins to talk:

James Kensington: A little over a year ago, four men acted on a shared dream: to open a wrestling federation on British soil.

A cheer comes from the stands, over which Kensington continues:

James Kensington: Since then, that company has not stopped growing. We acquired some of the best independent talent available worldwide, spread our wings away from our London base to embrace the whole of the United Kingdom...and now...we have taken the final step.

The part owner grins mysteriously.

Baz (whispering): Wo' d'yer reckon it is?

Kerry: Something silly, no doubt.

When Kensington speaks again, however, the information he relays is anything but silly:

James Kensington: Early last week, I received a rather intriguing proposal from a fellow independent promotion in the United States. They aimed to establish an international network of companies, united under one banner...one network...the Battleground Network.

The part-owner pauses for a moment, for effect, but quickly continues:

James Kensington: This was, of course, an opportunity I could not pass up. An opportunity to share our product, our talent, with a larger audience. So, needless to say, I accepted..

A cheer begins to rise up from the crowd, in anticipation of Kensington's next few words – and explodes when they come:

James Kensington: As of two weeks from now, UKWF events will not only stream for free on our own website, but also be included in the programming grid for the Battleground Network!!

Baz: BLIMEY!!!

The deafening volume of the crowd's cheers all but drowns out the gentleman, who nevertheless cannot help but smile as a chant of 'WE-GOT-A-TV-DEAL!' starts in one corner of the Ipswich Dome, quickly becoming widespread. He nods in acquiescence, confirming that is the fact, then raises the microphone to his lips again for a few final words:

James Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen...the Fight for the Future...has already begun!

With that impactful statement, the gentleman turns on his heel and disappears through the curtain once more, leaving the ringside area open to the matches that will ensue. The crowd, however, show no signs of settling down, and are still chanting and clapping as a theme song once again starts up on the Ipswich Dome speakers!

[UKWF]

UKWF Broadcast Championship: James Edwards (c) v. Marcus LeVine


After both competitors are in the ring, the referee calls for the starting bell. That’s when both Edwards and LeVine begin circling one another; Edwards in more of a martial arts stance and his opposite in more of a traditional wrestling stance. Immediately, Edwards sees an opportunity and swings for the fences with a Roundhouse aimed directly for Marcus’ temple, but the 10-plus-year veteran evades, leaving Edwards’ back open for LeVine to catch him in a rear waist lock. He seems to be attempting a German Suplex, but Edwards blocks it and reverses it into a Victory Roll!

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2-Nope, LeVine handily rolls it into a pinfall attempt of his own.

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2-Kickout by James Edwards, and just like that both men scramble back to their feet and the audience applauds the quick string of moves and pinfall attempts. As Marcus seems to keep this as a grappling match by going for a tie-up, Edwards cuts him off with a sickening leg kick, stinging LeVine’s thigh. James quickly follows that up with a knee strike to the gut before rebounding off the ropes and going for a knee to the temple, but Marcus spins out of the way and sends James to continue on his way to rebound off the ropes again, but LeVine does not seem content to wait as he rebounds off the same ropes just behind Edwards so that when he tries to stop to catch Marcus with a move, he finds himself, instead, on the receiving end of a sickening running knee strike known as the Headshot! Ignoring the groan from the crowd, LeVine drops right into the pinfall attempt.

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2.. Kickout by James Edwards. LeVine doesn’t argue, he just gets back up, administers a few savage stomps to his opponent then locks in a Cravate Lock. He muscles Edwards around for a minute. The crowd begins to get into the match, clapping for James Edwards, bringing him back to life, as he takes a few midsection shots on LeVine only to have his fire put out by Marcus cinching the move in tighter and pulling on James’ neck. He then runs Edwards over to the nearest turnbuckle and spikes him with a snapmare driver into the turnbuckle pad.

LeVine stalks James for a moment as he’s slowly getting back to his feet and, once again, locks that Cravate Lock in, looking to keep this match at a nice, methodical pace. It seems to be very clear that Marcus LeVine, being the veteran that he is, did his homework. As he holds James in the Cravate Lock, he goes one further by pressing on the back of James’ leg, pinning it to the mat, making the hold even harder to escape. James attempts to reach out for the ropes, but with the way he’s anchored he’s still a good half-a-foot from them. Marcus LeVine shouts for James to give up as he cranks as hard as he can on the submission.

Edwards is able to get his leg free and whip LeVine across the ring, but he has the lock cinched in so tightly that he rolls through and comes back up with the hold locked in. Fortunately, and apparently as planned, James Edwards is able to stretch out his free leg and get to the bottom rope much to the joy of the audience. Unfortunately, for Edwards, LeVine isn’t the type to release right away as he utilizes the five-count to its fullest before finally releasing the move just in time not to get disqualified.

Trying to shake the pain out of his neck, Edwards gets to his feet only to be kicked hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and doubling him over. LeVine then sets him up in a piledriver position and slashes his throat, calling for the end. He then hoists his opponent up, looking to hit the Angel Wings on Edwards!

Before he can come down with his patented Crucifix Powerbomb, James slides down LeVine’s back, spins, and catches LeVine in the back of the head with a Spinning Backfist! He isn’t finished though! A second! DOUBLETAP! LeVine just drops like a sack of potatoes as Edwards just falls on top of him and hooks the leg, trying his best to arch into the pin for more leverage.

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KICKOUT by LeVine. Edwards sits up and looks over at the referee and puts up two fingers, just to confirm that it was only a two-count. When the referee indeed confirms it was, he gets back to his feet. When LeVine starts to sit up, Edwards immediately rebounds off the far ropes and looks for the Violent Gospel!

NO! LeVine lays back, allowing the kick to go over him. Once Edwards his past, he kips up to his feet and turns around just in time to eat a Pole Shift Kai, Edward’s take on a spinning wheel kick! The move levels LeVine as the Broadcast Champion looks to end this again with another pinfall attempt.

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LeVine gets the shoulder up! Not to be deterred, Edwards pulls LeVine to his feet and seems to be looking to hit Foxfire, his Fisherman Buster, but as he goes to lift, Marcus has enough wherewithal to block it, a few punches to the gut gives LeVine the advantage as he gets his leg down, turns Edwards around then hits a perfect vertical suplex, and immediately floats into the pin attempt, no, wait, he’s trying to lock in a Kimura, but James Edwards blocks it by headbutting Marcus in the face then again and again much to the approval of the crowd in Ipswich!

Realizing he’s not in a good spot in this match, a dazed LeVine quickly rolls out of the ring to gain back control before he completely loses it. The crowd boos, but Marcus ignores them. The referee tells him to get back in the ring before beginning the ten-count. Marcus points at Edwards and shouts for the referee to back him off. When the referee does, LeVine takes a moment before cautiously entering the ring once more. Hastily, Edwards rushes at his opponent, but LeVine, ever the veteran, puts himself in the ropes again and tells him to “back the fuck off.” The referee backs Edwards off, naturally, slowing his roll. This also gives Marcus an attack of opportunity as he catches James with a closed fist staggering him long enough for Marcus to shove past the referee and catches Edwards with a shoot kick to side. Edwards just stands in there and takes it before delivering a shot of his own to LeVine’s side, rocking him. Suddenly, a kicking duel ensues. The crowd suddenly becomes louder as James looks to put a stop to the duel with a Roundhouse targeting LeVine’s head, but Marcus ducks and grabs Edwards in a rear waist lock again, but this time James just backs him into the ropes. The referee is about to start to the five-count when LeVine shoves Edwards off of him. Edwards somersaults forward then turns around as LeVine is rushing at him.

LeVINE EATS A BRUTAL ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!! Somehow he’s still standing though, but he seems to be out on his feet! Edwards pulls Marcus into the Foxfire and hits it emphatically!! Despite the nature of which he hit the move, James is so winded that he can just flop over on top of Marcus LeVine as the referee drops into position.

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3!

WINNER in 16:17: James Edwards!

Marcus rolls out of the ring and slowly heads toward the back, not even bothering to look back with a scowl on his face while holding his neck. Meanwhile, in the ring, James Edwards celebrating his THIRD successful title defense as the referee raises his hand and he’s announced the winner as we cut to a short break.

[UKWF]

Chris Ghensi sits backstage. The lights in the locker room have been dimmed.

Ghensi: Despite what people may think, the outcome of tonight's match matters not to me. There is one match I care about. I heard you say it, Lopez. You want one more match with me. And I want one more match with you. Well, that's not entirely true. I NEED one more match with you. Lopez, for two years I was out of action. Barely able to walk. And once I could get back in a ring again, I did so immediately. But then you showed up. I had built myself up to be the monster I knew deep down that I was. But when you reemerged, something haunted me.

Ghensi gets up and begins to pace around.

Ghensi: We have battled both against each other, and at each other's side. But in all the times we have faced each other, there had been one constant. I finally managed to right that wrong in a six man tag, but the same can not be said about singles matches. Lopez, I have never beaten you one on one. To achieve that victory, that means more to me than any title, any ranking, it means more to me than my career. Lopez, we will battle. And if I can not defeat you, well, what point is there to continue? Lopez, if you defeat me, I shall leave the ring for good.

Ghensi allows his words to sink in as the audience is in a state of shocked silence.

Ghensi: Lopez, I want you to watch closely tonight because you're going to find yourself watching a preview of what's to come when I beat the hell out of Muertos in a Street Fight, thanks to management. And, you can expect to face me in a Hardcore Match when we inevitably meet in the ring.

With a calm nod, Ghensi sits back down as the scene comes to a close.

[UKWF]

Declan Black & Mark Storm v Blood Money

Wulf and Mark Storm start the match as their partners stand in their respective corners as the bell rings. Wulf and Mark circle the ring a little bit before locking up. Mark, with strength advantage, pushes Wulf into a neutral corner as the ref calls for a break. Mark steps away with a clean break and Wulf comes charging out of the corner and gets caught with an armdrag by Mark. Wulf rockets up, only to be caught with another armdrag by Mark, but this time he holds onto the arm and puts Wulf into a version of an armbar. Wulf grabs his shoulder, but after only a few moments, makes it to his feet and throws Mark off of him into the ropes. Mark comes off the ropes and when he does, he gets hit with a discus forearm stumbling him back into his corner. Declan tags himself in as Wulf looks on. Declan comes in and he immediately goes after Wulf looking to hit a spinning back fist, but Wulf ducks it and hits Declan with a standing dropkick. Wulf quickly drops down for a cover. 1...kickout!

Wulf picks Declan up and drives him into his corner and Drew tags himself in. Drew comes in and immediately grabs Declan and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Drew picks Declan up off the mat and sends him into the ropes, and Mark makes the blind tag reaching out and hitting his partner in the back. When Declan comes off the ropes, Drew hits him with a spinebuster and goes for a cover, but the ref is telling Drew that Declan isn’t the legal man in the match. As the referee is telling him this, Mark comes into the ring and grabs Drew and delivers a German suplex, and he doesn’t release the hold. Mark picks Drew up and delivers a series of German suplexes before going for a cover. 1...2...kickout!

Mark lifts Drew up off the mat and as he does, Drew rakes the eyes of Mark before stumbling to his corner and tagging Wulf into the match. Wulf grabs the top rope and launches himself onto it and coming down on Mark with a springboard crossbody. Wulf stays on top of Mark for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Wulf quickly heads to the apron and waits for Mark to make it to his feet. When Mark does, Wulf delivers a springboard missile dropkick that sends Mark stumbling back into the ropes. Wulf recovers and charges at Mark hitting him with a lariat that sends Mark to the outside. Wulf gets out onto the apron and as Mark makes it to his feet, Wulf launches himself with a top rope Asai moonsault causing them both to crash to the floor. Wulf stands up and rolls Mark into the ring and goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! 

Wulf drags Mark over to his corner and tags Drew back in. Drew comes in and immediately puts the boots to Mark in the corner as the ref tells Drew to back off and let Mark out of the corner. Drew steps back for a moment, but he starts to distract the ref as Wulf delivers a few stomps of his own to Mark before Drew walks over and picks him up and sends him into the ropes. Mark comes off the ropes, and ducks a clothesline attempt by Drew and hits the ropes again, this time when Mark comes off the ropes, he hits Drew with a discus clothesline. Mark falls on top of Drew for a cover. 1...2...kickout. Mark rolls over to the ropes and uses them to help himself up as Drew makes it to his feet. Mark grabs the rope and hits Drew with a springboard moonsault into a sitout inverted DDT and grabbing the leg of Drew for a cover. 1...2... Wulf comes in and breaks up the pin. 

The ref tells Wulf to get out of the ring, and Wulf keeps the ref distracted as Mark makes the tag to Declan, and as Declan tries to come into the ring, the ref turns around and tells Declan he isn’t legal because he didn’t see the tag made. Declan argues with the ref as Drew makes it to his feet and grabs Mark as Wulf comes into the ring. Wulf grabs Mark and hits him with a double knee facebuster into a double knee backbreaker by Drew. Wulf quickly rolls out of the ring as Drew goes for a cover on Mark. 1...2...Declan comes in and breaks up the pin. Drew walks over to his corner and tags in Wulf who attempts to hit a springboard 450 splash, but Mark gets his knees up driving them into the gut of Wulf who flails around on the mat in pain. Mark gets to his feet and dives towards his corner and tags in Declan!

Declan comes in as Wulf makes it to his feet. Declan grabs Wulf and delivers a series of clotheslines before grabbing Wulf around the waist and hitting a bridging German suplex. 1...2...Drew makes the save. Mark comes into the ring and grabs Drew and throws him over the top rope. Mark then follows Drew to the outside and takes the fight to him out there leaving Declan and Wulf in the ring. Declan grabs Wulf and delivers a massive spinebuster and Declan goes for the cover. 1...2...kickout! Declan picks Wulf up and delivers his signature move, In the Black. Declan then signals for the end of the match as Mark and Drew are still fighting on the outside of the ring. Declan picks Wulf up off the mat by the arm and brings him in close with his arm over the chest of Wulf before tossing him out and quickly pulling him back in and hitting Wulf with Black Plague! Declan drops down for the cover.

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And the team of Black and Storm continues to make an impact!!

WINNERS in 11:22: Declan Black & Mark Storm

The veteran duo do not, however, have too long to celebrate; as Blood Money exit the ring, dejected but surprisingly fair in defeat, a far more hated quartet of figures comes running down the ramp at full pelt. Black and Storm barely have time to react before the Enforcers rush the ring and descend upon them with their signature weapons, administering their usual brand of beatdown. Boos rain down on the four be-suited thugs as they make short work of the fan favourites, capitalising on the fact that they managed to catch them unaware. As they retreat up the ramp, their job done for the time being, Arcane seizes a microphone from a nearby stage hand to speak four simple words:

Arcane: Stella sends her regards.

With that, the four retreat back behind the curtain, leaving EMTs to tend to the fallen Black and Storm inside the ring.

[UKWF]

...Bang, Bang,
My baby shot me down...

With that, Hands like Houses “I Am” kicks to life at Inspire Suffolk and a crowd of rabid UKWF fans turn to the aisleway for the arrival of the North Sea Champion. From the back, Alex Kincaid is the first through the curtain with his wife close at his side. Since he isn't competing tonight, the champion is dressed in his street clothes. He wears a pair of jeas, a white t-shirt and – obviously his most valuable article of clothing – the gleaming silver title belt. The crowd is a bit mixed, surprisingly, but he reacts to the few scattered cheers with the same contempt as he does the jeers. His wife walks ahead of him as he heads down the aisle, shaking his head at a few particularly vocal detractors.

She climbs the steps and takes a seat on the middle rope for him. He climbs up to the apron and pulls back on the ropes, springing over them in an easy leap. He gives her a smirk and she climbs into the ring with a laugh as he climbs the buckle and holds his belt high in the air.

Barry Jones: We' heard a bunch from him on the twitta' this week, mad he didn't have a match tonight.

Kerry Buckingham: Can you blame him dear? This is the North Sea Champion! How do you leave a champion off the show?

Kincaid's music dies down and he hops down to the ring, taking a slow walk around to look around the building. He's handed a microphone by a ring crew member but seems in no rush to talk at first, chuckling at the crowd. Finally, after nearly two minutes of show dragging silence he starts to speak.

Kincaid: So here I am. Here I am in Ipswich and here are all of you. Reacting to me the way you always do. Maybe you think I'm upset. Maybe you think you can get under my skin. Because this thing we do? This little dance? It's all a little fake, isn't it? Ever since New Years Evolution, when I come out here all of you boo like you can't stand having me out here and all of you send me all these furious little messages on twitter. But you're still here, aren't you? You're still buying tickets, aren't you? I don't blame you. Really. You can hate me for cutting loose the last couple of months all you want, but you can't imagine how satisfying it's been getting to tell the truth. And the truth is, I am an athlete worth paying for. I am the greatest wrestler in this company and as much as I can't stand how much time all of you waste pretending to hate me and playing this little game I've got to admit even I'm starting to feel bad for you.

He looks over his shoulder at his wife, who says something to him the microphone doesn't pick up that makes him chuckle before he goes back to addressing the people.

Kincaid: See, being the best wrestler in this company means you're the leader in that lockerroom. It means that I am responsible for keeping the standard of this company high. And the facts are simple: You leave Alex Kincaid off your card, and that ticket? That ticket is worth objectively less than it should be. So consider this my gift to you. Consider this statement out here, in this ring, my defense of the little people of Ipswich. I-

The 'little people of Ipswich' draws some boos from the crowd and he frowns, wiping a hand over his face to contain his frustration.

Kincaid: Oh, don't even start with me. I don't want to get all 'Your local sports team sucks' but the only good things to come out of this town are Richard Ayoade and my car when I drive over the Orwell tomorrow. No, I'm out here to tell the truth. The way I always do: Nobody back there wants to wrestle me. Nobody back there is brave enough to take on the Bullet King. The best, the real, the undefeated champion of this company. For months, I've been complaining that management has it out for me. But last week? Last week, when Valkyrie crossed a line and again tried to attack me with a blatantly illegal move who was it who made that critical save? The New Management Enforcers. Stella's boys. So maybe I've been blaming the wrong people this entire time. Maybe I should have been looking at all those cowards in the locker room who-

Drowning Pools “One Finger and a Fist” hits the speakers and Kincaids eyes widen as he realizes he's made a mistake. He turns to the aisleway with his title in hand, waving it toward the ramp and asking Valkyrie to come at him. But The Great Dane Bitch doesn't charge the aisle. She walks out from the back with a microphone in hand and slowly walks down the ramp, staring him down.

Valkyrie: I wouldn't throw the word 'coward' around if I were you. A coward is someone who can't win a fight without his wife's help. A coward is someone who lies to everyone around him for weeks because he's too scared to have a fair fight. A coward is someone who tries to take away his opponents weapons because they know in fair combat, they'll get what they deserve. I told you last week, one way or another you will face Freyja's Justice again. You want an opponent so bad? Give me the title match without letting that little Harpy interfering and prove your lies right.

Alyssa shakes her head and walks towards the ropes, pointing at Valkyrie and screaming abuse at her. Valkyrie locks eyes with her and offers a simple response that makes her immediately back down.

Valkyrie: Step outside those ropes and it won't take a piledriver for me to break you.

She steps back and turns to her husband, arguing with him and the two of them turn to head out of the ring on the other side. Valkyrie heads across the ring to cut them off! She's faster than either of them expects, getting to the other side before they can make their escape from the ring! Alex and Valkyrie start exchanging shots, him throwing big right hands and her matching him with devastating forearms! Soon though, Kincaid finds himself overmatched and he starts to collapse under the shots! But then, Alyssa claws at her eyes! With an opening, Kincaid desperately dives forward and slams Valkyrie into the barricade! Alyssa collapses to the ground as he knees Valkyrie in the head! An incensed Kincaid grabs Valkyrie by her hair and rolls her into the ring, before turning and pulling his wife back to her feet. He barks some orders at her and slides back into the ring to continue his attack.

Kincaid climbs on top of her and rains down some short punches while Alyssa retrieves a chair. The champion scowls and snatches it from her, placing it across Valkyrie's chest. He then walks to the corner while the audience lets him have it again. He heads out to the apron and then climbs up to the top rope, a wicked grin on his face. Slowly, he stands with his arms spread and his intentions clear. He's about to crash down onto Valkyrie and drive the chair into her! But suddenly, Valkyrie springs to her feet and HURLS the chair across the ring to blast him in the face! Kincaid tumbles off the ropes and crashes to the floor!

Alyssa watches her husband fall and she stares, slack jawed in horror, while Valkyrie stands in the ring behind her. She drops, snatching up the steel chair and turns to swing it at the other woman but the massive Dane is ready for her and catches the chair with one hand! She stares her down, shaking her head and then nails Alyssa with a Rolskide Kiss that echoes through the arena! Alyssa drops! On the floor, Kincaid gets to his feet with the help of the ring apron and struggles to pull himself inside. When he sees Valkyrie standing there with a steel chair he thinks better of it. Valkyrie picks up the chair and unfolds it, setting it up and then grabs Alyssa. Kincaid shakes his head furiously and demands she let Alyssa go but Valkyrie is having none of it! She lays Alyssa's head across the chair, her head hanging precariously out the other side of the chair! She backs into the corner and Kincaid desperately grabs a microphone.

Kincaid: Stop! Stop it! Stop! You want your shot? You want your shot at the title?! It's yours! You and me, next show for the North Sea Championship! Don't do this!

Valkyrie considers his words for a moment, but then turns back to face the chair and kneels to build up to a sprint! Kincaid moves to enter the ring but then catches himself, letting loose a torrent of cursing before he speaks again!

Kincaid: The piledrivers legal! Freyja's Justice is legal again! You hear me?! You hear me!? Fine! Fine!

Valkyrie seems to relent, nodding a bit and standing back up. She looks over the ropes at Kincaid and the two stare each other down. Than, Valkyrie nods and speaks to him.

Valkyrie: Your words are like your title victories: Hollow. There will be no Justice until I hear it from Stella's lips, only Vengeance!

With those words, Valkyrie moved over and picked up the chair, throwing it towards Kincaid to cause him to back off, before the Dane took her steps back and suddenly surged forward, punting Alyssa in the skull! On the outside, Kincaid freaks out and dives into the ring to attack Valkyrie! She pivots though and catches him with a kick to the groin! Valkyrie wraps her arms around him, yanks him up into the air and plants him into the canvas with a devastating Allfather Drop! Kincaid is out! Alyssa is out! It's absolute chaos in the ring! The Great Dane Bitch walks across the ring and scoops up the title belt, walking back to him and drapes the belt over Kincaid's chest before dragging Alyssa to lay next to him.

Barry Jones: What a powerbomb! Kincaid just got laid out!

Kerry Buckingham: Oh my god! This is savage! What's he going to do one on one with Valkyrie when she finally gets her title shot?

With that, we're left on Valkyrie standing tall in the ring as the camera cuts away!

[UKWF]

Street Fight: Tyr Muertos v. Chris Ghensi

With Tyr Muertos already in the ring, preparing for his debut match in UKWF, “Lusus Naturae” by Jeff Williams kicks in across the arena as Chris Ghensi emerges from the entrance tunnel pushing a shopping cart of an assortment of various devious toys to use during the Street Fight. He pushes it all the way down to the ring then pulls a steel chair out of there and throws it into the ring at Muertos who dodges it along with a succession of various weapons, including a trashcan, its corresponding lid, a kendo stick, a fire extinguisher, and just as Baz is talking about how he’s got everything but the kitchen sink in that shopping cart, here comes the kitchen sink hurtling into the ring. As he’s doing this the crowd is progressively getting louder and louder FOR Chris Ghensi. Yes, FOR him. When he slides into the ring, Muertos immediately goes on the assault with the trashcan lid that Ghensi had thrown into the ring just seconds prior.

When the lid is all good and dented up, Tyr discards it and looks for another weapon. He selects… the kendo stick. Tyr spins it around then cracks Chris in the shoulder with it causing a loud crack that causes the crowd to groan. It clearly hurts Ghensi, but he challenges Tyr to take another shot. He obliges, and again Chris challenges him. This time Muertos hits Ghensi in the head, and Ghensi just stands there and takes it. The ironic part is the kendo stick breaks over his head and Ghensi seems pleased with himself as he rushes at Tyr and spears him down. Ghensi reaches out for the nearest weapon which happens to be the kitchen sink causing the crowd to cheer.

In a brutal fashion that only Chris Ghensi can manage, he begins slamming the kitchen sink into Tyr’s head before rolling off in pursuit of something else to hit Muertos with. He rolls out of the ring, goes under the ring only to pull out a table, sending the crowd into a frenzy as he slides it into the ring. As he’s attempting to set up the table, though, Muertos hits Ghensi from behind with a trashcan, giving him control of the match once more. With Chris Ghensi bent over the table, it seems Tyr has an idea as he pushes Ghensi into a laying position on the table then scales to the top rope. When Tyr seems primed to put an end to the Street Fight, Chris suddenly wakes up and rolls off of the table. With a curse, Tyr hops down, abandoning the idea for obvious reasons.

Chris is already armed with a steel chair when Muertos comes after him though. When Ghensi swings it for a headshot, Tyr backs up, allowing the chair to slam the mat, stunning Chris’ hands, and giving Muertos an attack of opportunity with a kick to the face that sends Chris stumbling backwards in a daze. Muertos then decides it’s time to try again as he shoves Ghensi onto the table quickly then pulls himself up onto the top again and immediately leaps off with a Senton Bomb on top of Ghensi, sending him THROUGH the table! Muertos takes a second to get to the pinfall attempt, but he does and the referee administers the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE-Ghensi gets the shoulder up just in time! Everyone is in shock especially Tyr Muertos who checks with the referee then pulls Ghensi back to his feet. Fortunately, for Ghensi the chair is still close at hand so he grabs it with one hand and slings it wildly at Muertos knocking him back. He gets back to his feet slowly as Tyr looks to go back on the offensive as he takes a shot at Chris’ bad left knee, staggering him. He then picks him up in a Fireman’s Carry perhaps looking to end this one now, but Ghensi slides down his back. When Tyr turns around, Ghensi surprises him with a Frankensteiner followed by a succession of mounted punches.

After getting off of his opponent, Ghensi rolls out of the ring and pulls a bag out of the shopping cart. The crowd gets loud with anticipation as he enters the ring with said bag and pours the contents out. They’re… Legos? Some folks in the crowd are confused while others cheer knowing just how painful a Lego can be to step on; probably parents to be perfectly honest. Unfortunately, after he turns around, Muertos is there to clock him over the head again with what’s left of the kendo stick. He then begins digging the broken kendo stick into the skull of Ghensi, opening him up. Once the red liquid pours over his eyes, Chris Ghensi suddenly becomes another person as he unleashes the loudest war cry we’ve ever witnessed then headbutts Muertos repeatedly with his bleeding head. He then sets him up for the Vertaebreaker and drops Tyr right on the Legos!

OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

He goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

WINNER in 8:32: Chris Ghensi!

After securing the victory, Ghensi gets to his feet as his music begins playing and he’s announced the winner. Suddenly, Ghensi’s eyes catch something at the entrance tunnel. Francisco Lopez is standing there with a smirk on his face. He simply nods his head, apparently accepting Ghensi’s challenge from earlier in the night as we fade out to take a break.

[UKWF]

The feed returns to ringside to find Faith Rivers, Francisco Lopez and Hana Park already standing in the ring, ready for their six-person tag match. As the last strains of Park's theme fade out, however, there is still no sign of the third element in her team – JJ Young – or, indeed, of either of Faith's partners. This baffles the athletes as much as the audience, and the three exchange puzzled looks even as they continue to wait.

Baz: What's goin' on, 'en?

Kerry: Oh, why does it matter, darling? Nobody gives a toss about these people, anyway!

Apparently, however, someone does – Kerry is immediately forced to eat her words as 'Rule Britannia' begins to play and UKWF part owner James Kensington steps out onto the platform for the second time that night. Despite already having seen him once, the crowd is no less appreciative of the Brit as he comes out, showering him with a round of cheering which brings a smile to his lips.

Baz: Cor! It's th' gaffer again!

Kerry: Ugh! What does he want now?

Once again, however, the announcer is pre-empted, as the Brit holds up a hand to silence the crowd. Then, still smiling, he brings the microphone to his lips and begins:

James Kensington: It may have become apparent that some of the athletes scheduled to participate in this bout are, sadly, not present.

A small cheer acknowledges this, as Mr. Kensington continues:

James Kensington: Unfortunately, Ms. Cindy Warren has succumbed to an injury which, while minor, prevents her from appearing this evening, for welfare reasons. Although...she is a nurse...I am sure she will take perfectly good care of herself.

The part-owner winks, drawing a ripple of laughter from the crowd, then quickly continues:

James Kensington: As for the two young chaps...well...I am said to say they appear to have fallen off the grid. We were completely unable to contact them, despite our best efforts.

Kensington winks again:

James Kensington: Perhaps they were left feeling the effects of a certain day last week...

Another ripple of laughter, this time shared by Barry at the announce table.

Baz: Cracks me up, does th' gaffer!

Kerry, however, retains her poker face:

Kerry: I do not find him amusing whatsoever.

On the ramp, Kensington once again motions for the noise to subside, as he adds:

James Kensington: However, you might be glad to know that I have found a suitable replacement....

The part-owner pauses for effect, grinning, but does not leave his audience hanging for long:

James Kensington: In fact, a certain athlete contacted me a few weeks ago, expressing her interest in returning to our company. I embraced her intention with open arms, of course, and she was scheduled to compete against our very own Gavin here tonight. However, in light of this situation, I have decided she might make the perfect partner for our young Ms Rivers here...!

Kensington waves towards Faith, flashing her a charming smile which causes the blonde to blush. Rather than pursue the flirtation, however, he once again turns his attention to the matter at hand, raising his voice slightly as he announces:

James Kensington: Now, this person goes by a slightly different name now, but from our interaction backstage, I would say she has not changed a bit otherwise! So without further do...please welcome back to the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation...Miss TALIA AREANO!!!

The crowd explode as 'Taking Over Me' by Evanescence begins to blare through the speakers, and the smiling Argentinian steps out onto the platform to join James Kensington. As the part-owner stated, the returning wrestler looks slightly different, and is apparently known by a different name – but as she dashes down to the ring to join her team-mate and opponents, it is evident none of her pep is lost. The fans are still cheering as she slides under the top rope and gets ready to participate in her first match back on British soil!

[UKWF]

Talia Areano & Faith Rivers v Hana Park & Francisco Lopez

The fans are still losing their minds over Talia's return as the Argentinian steps towards the centre of the mat to shake hands with her now team-mate and her opponents. Much to the fans' delight, all three of the other competitors respond in kind, indicating the crowd in attendance can likely look forward to a clean and competitive bout. A moment later, both teams select their starting legal person, with Francisco Lopez stepping forward for his team, to square off with Faith Rivers!

Straight away, the two contenders set the friendly, sporting tone for the bout by locking up with one another. Surprisingly, the somewhat smaller and slimmer Faith does not back away from her opponent's challenge, and locks horns with Lopez as if they were the same size and weight. 

Evidently, however, that is not the case, and Lopez is therefore able to push his opponent towards the corner without much difficulty. Once there, he begins to deliver kicks to the side of his opponent's legs, all while keeping her pinned to the corner with a forearm across the face. It does not take very long, however, for him to pull the debuting blonde out of the corner, bringing her close for a snap suplex! 

Rivers goes sailing overhead onto the mat, but Lopez does not let his guard down; instead, he promptly turns back towards his opponent and leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, launching off as Faith returns to her knees and nailing her with a diving uppercut! The Flying Shoryuken connects, and Lopez falls on top of Faith for an early cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

---Faith kicks out!

It was a good attempt by Lopez, but perhaps a little too hopeful given the early stage the match was at.. The veteran appears to know this, and displays no reaction as he rolls off the top of Faith, simply leaning in to pull her to her feet. Though she attempts to react with a flurry of punches to Lopez's midsection, the blonde is nonetheless powerless to avoid getting thrown over yet again, as Lopez connects with yet another snap suplex!

As Faith goes flying into the mat again, Lopez assumes a crouching stance, holding onto the middle rope and waiting for the blonde to push herself up again; then, when Faith does, he rushes forward, stretching a leg out for the Avada Kedavra Superkick!

Faith, however, is alert enough to see it coming, and dives out of the way, causing Lopez to connect with only air. Then, as quickly as she has managed to dodge the incoming strike, she pulls herself to her feet and leaps into a handspring. As the Hispanic wrestler turns around, he is therefore surprised to find his opponent standing inches from him, and swinging a back elbow in his direction! The move connects, rocking the veteran, and Faith does not hesitate, building upon her new-found momentum with a clothesline! Lopez goes down, and Faith drops a knee onto his chest for good measure!

Knowing she has not worn her opponent down nearly enough to attempt a cover, however, the newcomer is quick to put some distance between herself and Lopez. To this effect, she walks over towards the nearest neutral corner, crouching slightly as she waits for Lopez to stand up; then, as she sees him pull himself to one knee, she rushes in, connecting with a running enzuigiri which takes the veteran right back down again. This time, Faith does attempt a cover, dropping down to hook the leg as the referee slides in to count!

ONE!

TWO

---NO! Lopez kicks out!

A shrug and a grin indicate that Faith is not too bothered by her failure to put away her opponent, rather counting herself lucky that she has managed to retain control. As she once again pulls herself to her feet, she chooses to distance herself from Lopez once more, the reasons for this becoming apparent a moment later, as she runs in and leaps into a running knee lift! Lopez goes down, but Faith does not halt her momentum, instead letting it carry her to the furthest set of ropes. As she approaches the cables, she leaps into the air, springboarding off just in time to catch the recovering Francisco Lopez on the side of the head with a springboard dropkick! The Latino veteran goes down once more, and Faith falls on top for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! Another kick-out by Lopez!

Once again, Faith does not seem too put off by her failure to end the match, instead rolling off the top of her opponent and pulling herself back to her feet. Then, much like before, she promptly puts some distance between herself and her opponent, retreating to the further set of ropes and waiting for Lopez to get up to his feet; once he does, and turns to face her once again, Faith takes off with a Spear...

...which Lopez dodges, transitioning it into a Russian leg sweep! Faith face-plants onto the mat, and Lopez backs up towards the ropes himself. Once there, he begins to stamp his foot on the mat, as he waits for Faith to get up; then, as the blonde pushes herself to her feet once more he runs infor the Holy Kick...

...but Faith dodges yet again, having just enough presence of mind to spin out of the way! Lopez's foot thus connects only with the ropes, as the blonde legs it across the mat to tag in Talia Areano!

The crowd explodes as the returning Argentinian bursts into the ring ready to take on Lopez. The veteran promptly runs at her, perhaps looking to hit the Holy Kick once more, but Ursula side-steps, transitioning the attempt into a hip toss, which sends Lopez sprawling to the mat! The veteran makes it up to his feet quickly, but Talia is waiting, and promptly leaps into a hurricanrana, which sends her opponent hurtling in the opposite direction! The crowd's excitement level rises, if possible, even further as the Argentinian rolls through to her feet and motions as if tooting an old-fashioned, pull-string horn. Then, to a deafening reaction from the fans, she runs in and smashes her knees onto Lopez's back, ramming him into the corner! The Argentina Train connects, and as Lopez stumbles back and falls to the mat, Talia is at hand to cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Foot on the ropes from Lopez!

The fans – who had been holding their breaths – become deflated as the referee points to the ropes, indicating the veteran has just about managed to get one foot on the bottom rope, therefore rendering the pin null and void.

Talia seems more than a little miffed by this, but manages to stave off her disappointment as she rolls through to her feet. She pauses for a second, deciding on the best approach, then nods to herself, seemingly having made up her mind. A moment later, she draws another huge reaction from the fans as she begins scaling the turnbuckle, taking a moment as she reaches the top to look behind her at the still seemingly unconscious Lopez, before launching off with her Death from Above shooting star leg drop...

….which connects with nothing, as Lopez suddenly gets up and dashes across the ring! The veteran's experience shines through as he reveals he was playing possum, and leaves Talia to crash and burn as he runs over to tag in his partner!

Despite the possum-playing on the part of the veteran wrestler, the crowd are nonetheless thrilled to see Omega Academy's diminutive Korean enter the fray. Park, however, barely seems to notice the ovation – she certainly does not acknowledge it – as she strides across the canvas to retrieve the still-downed Talia 

Once she has brought the Argentinian to her feet, Hana is quick to whip her to the corner; then, as Talia connects back-first with the post, she runs in, nailing the returning superstar with a knee strike to the jaw! Talia slumps even further down the post, and Hana does not waste the opportunity to connect with a perfectly executed Taekwondo side-thrust kick, which connects squarely with Talia's face!

Not content with leaving her opponent slumped in the corner, however, Hana quickly reaches in to pull Talia back to her feet. Too groggy to react, the Argentinian does not resist as the much smaller Korean whips her to the ropes, giving quick chase as she looks for yet another of her deadly strikes.

As she bounces off the ropes, however, Talia appears to come to life, ducking underneath Hana Park's attempt at the double palm strike she calls the Hadouken. Then, as the Korean spins around, the Argentinian lets loose with the Fist of Fury...

...but Hana dodges, ducking underneath! Caught on the back foot, Talia quickly spins around...

...but just too late! Hana Park lunges forward, and connects with the Hadourken!

As the double palm strike connects with her chest, the Argentinian goes stumbling into the ropes, slumping over them so as to break her fall. Unfortunately, while this does prevent her from falling, it also leaves her in prime position for a Hana Park superkick, which promptly connects, hitting her in the jaw and sending her over the ropes to the outside!

Seeing her chance, and without so much as skipping a beat, Hana promptly slingshots herself onto the middle rope. From there, she climbs to the very top one, and – after taking a moment to size up the downed Ursula – lets fly with a Mass Effect double stomp to the outside!

The fans roar as the impactful move connects, but once again, Hana barely acknowledges the cheers, instead keeping her businesslike demeanour as she retrieves Talia and throws her back into the ring. Then, quickly ascending the ring steps, she makes her way to the top turnbuckle, before spinning herself around so that her back is turned to the ring. A moment later, and after once again assessing her opponent's position on the mat, she jumps off into a corkscrew motion, looking to land the shooting star press she calls the Low Orbit Ion Cannon...

….AND MISSES, as Talia does just about enough to roll out of the way!!

The crowd erupt, expecting a renewed bout of offence from the Argentinian, but their hopes are quickly dashed, as Talia simply rolls over onto her face and lies limp once again. It seems dodging Hana's attack has drained the last of the returning wrestler's energy, and – with the Korean still hurting from her crash-and-burn landing, the referee has no choice but to begin the standard ten-count used in these types of situations!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Faith yells from her corner, urging Talia to get up!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Hana Park twitches, and attempts to pull herself up...but her feet betray her, and she slips!

EIGHT!

Undaunted, the Korean makes another attempt, fighting through the pain to push herself up to at least a semi-prone position...

NINE!

...and succeeds, pushing herself to one knee and raising an arm in the air just as the referee goes to count 'TEN!' The crowd erupts as the official spots it and – with Talia still seemingly out cold – calls for the bell, attributing the victory to Hana's team!

WINNERS by TKO in 12:33: Hana Park & Francisco Lopez

After the match, both athletes have to be helped to their feet by EMTs, who promptly go about checking them; then, as they are carried up the ramp by the medical team and their concerned partners, they receive a round of applause from the crowd, appreciative of the chance to see a good, clean-fought and exciting match. It is to the sound of these cheers that the camera cuts elsewhere...

[UKWF]

“Tura’lu” by the Bollox brings the Ipswich fans inside the Sports Dome to their feet. Out from the back emerges a man familiar to United Kingdom fans from his time in Pro Wrestling FRONTIER, Pat Gordon, Junior! The man once known as “The Hardest Working Man in Wrestling” has a very stern and earnest look on his face as he marches toward the ring. He acknowledges a few of the fans who have their hands stretched out for some high fives, but for the most part he is preoccupied by recent events concerning some of his old friends. Everyone will find out more about that in just a minute. That is apparent as he picks up a microphone from Katherine Kensington.

Once inside the ring, Pat Gordon, Junior stares down at his shoes. He rubs his forehead, almost as if he is trying to massage away a headache. Not enough coffee? Maybe he skipped dinner? No. He is distraught over the events concerning one Gaia Galanos.

PGJR: Hey Ipswich. I think most of you know me. I’m not the kind of man to come out here and say anything unless I have something to say. Well, tonight I’ve got a lot on my mind, so I hope you’ll understand when I skip the usual warm welcome stuff where I tell you how great it is to be here.

Pat Gordon, Junior rubs his head again. The headache has not gone away.

PGJR: Gaia, you and I go way back. I know who you are, and I know where you come from. We’ve known each other a long time, ever since we were kids. We went through the same training. And look, I know my dad was no saint. I remember that old raggedy “Victory Is Life” banner made on dot matrix paper paper. I remember his philosophy that if you respect your opponent - if you truly respect your opponent - you do whatever it takes to win. You pull out all the stops, you use all the tricks, you get as nasty as you have to be. I remember everything he taught us, all the dirty tricks, the strategies, the ploys.

But with all of his faults, even he wouldn’t have attacked a man with cancer. He wouldn’t have suplexed Madman Szalinski after the match and rained down punches on him… Not knowing that Madman has cancer.

Pat Gordon, Junior pauses for a moment while the fans in the Sports Dome boo Gaia’s previous attack on Madman Szalinski. Gordon nods to some of the fans in agreement and then motions to try to get the crowd under control so that he can finish airing out his laundry.

PGJR: But this isn’t about my father, Gaia. This is about you and me. We used to be best friends, and we both had a pact that we would reject that philosophy my father used to teach us. Now, I know more than anyone that wrestling is a full contact sport - a dangerous sport. Injuries happen all the time in the course of a match. That’s the nature of what we do. Hell, I once broke Adam Stryker’s arm because he didn’t tap out to the PAT Lock fast enough. But you crossed the line…

You attacked Madman after your match. You attacked him after you found out that he has lymphatic cancer. It’s one thing to injure a person - a healthy person - in the course of a match. But this post-match beatdown on a dying man?

Pat Gordon, Junior shakes his head.

PGJR: Gaia, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore. And, to make matters worse, Madman Szalinski is someone I always considered a friend. Sure, he was the Lucy to my Charlie Brown. Every time I thought I was going to kick that football, he would pull it away at the last minute. I’ve never been able to beat Madman, but I’ve always respected him, and we grew to be friends over the years… just like you and me.

Before Pat Gordon, Junior can even bother to continue, “When I Look At You (Metal/Dubstep Remix)” by Emalkay. Even before the intro to the song can finish, Gaia Galanos emerges from the entrance tunnel and, by the expression on her face, she is pissed. As she's storming toward the ring, a fan tries to reach out for her arm and she immediately swats it away and warns the fan to never touch her before continuing on her way. She walks around the squared circle to retrieve a microphone from Katherine Kensington before rolling into the ring, not even bothering to do her traditional ascent up the steps. Once on her feet, she meets Pat Gordon, Junior’s gaze dead-on.

Gaia Galanos: How dare you! If you know me so well, you'd know that anything I did was for a reason. But, before we talk about Madman, how dare you bring Pat, Senior into this. I -

PGJR: He was MY dad, not yours! And you know what? I loved my dad. I got into professional wrestling because of him. Everything I did in this sport was for him… but I don’t have any disillusions about my father, about the kind of man he was. Lord knows we didn’t see eye-to-eye on everything, but he was still MY dad, not yours.

Gaia Galanos: You’re right, he was your dad, but he took me in when I had no other place to go. He taught me, he trained me, and he treated me as one of his own! And, through all of those years of bumps and bruises, I finally felt like I was home. Something you could never understand!

PGJR: You know what? I took you in, too. I always thought of you as one of my own sisters. I was even closer to you than I was with my real sisters, and what do you do? You attack my friend… My DYING friend!

Gaia Galanos: All you ever do is look at the black and white of a situation, how about you take a step into the f*BEEP!*ing gray area for once, huh?! Madman was my mentor in GPW, and I did what I had to do to make sure he didn't step back into the ring again until he is healthy enough!

Pat Gordon, Junior’s head hangs low as he shakes it. He raises his head, looking Gaia straight in the eyes.

PGJR: He’s not gonna get better, Gaia. He’s not gonna get treatment.

For just a split second, there seems to be the slightest bit of regret on Gaia’s face, but she presses on regardless of her personal feelings.

Gaia Galanos: Look, are you out here to accept my challenge or not?

PGJR: Gaia, did you ever know me to back down from a challenge? Of course I’m gonna accept it. But since I threw in the towel for Madman Szalinski, I wanna show him that he has my trust to make that decision for me. So you’d better find somebody that you trust to do the same, because we’re gonna have… a TOWEL MATCH!!!

Rather than verbally answering, Gaia simply nods her head, lets her microphone drop to the canvas with a thud, and backs away before climbing out of the ring, leaving Pat Gordon, Junior to stand alone and stare her down as "Tura'lu" by the Bollox kicks back in.

[UKWF]

Kelsey Spencer v Rayne Young

The match begins with a sporting handshake between the two competitors, which draws a round of applause from the crowd in attendance. A moment later, however – as the bell rings to signal the start of the match – all pleasantries are put to one side, as both competitors begin to circle one another, looking for an opening through which to gain an early advantage!

Both, however, are wily, experienced athletes – even if Kelsey does not look it – and it therefore takes a long moment for either of them to find that elusive chink in the opponent's armour. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it is Rayne who first sees – and seizes – his chance, as he lunges forward, faking an attack and causing Kelsey to instinctively open up her defences, thereby allowing him to run in with a big clothesline!

His opponent downed and an early advantage obtained, Young is quick to capitalise. He pumps his own brakes, putting a halt to his own momentum, and spins back towards Kelsey, diving in with an elbow drop before the redhead has time to even begin pulling herself to an upright position! He rolls through to his feet and adds another one for good measure, once again connecting flush with Kelsey's face and wearing her down; not allowing himself to get carried away, however, he then promptly rolls back through to his feet again and lunges in, seeking to connect with a third elbow drop...

...only for Spencer to roll onto her stomach, causing Rayne to connect only with hard canvas!

Having managed to escape her predicament, the Australian veteran is quick to bring herself back up to an upright position, making use of the set of ropes directly in front of her to push herself to her feet. Rayne, however, has done exactly the same, and when Kelsey turns around to face him, she finds him barrelling in her direction, arm outstretched, looking for another clothesline!

Once again thinking quickly, Spencer spins out of the way of the attack, thus avoiding getting thrown over the ropes to the outside and causing Young to – once again – connect only with the ring ropes. The bigger competitor is quick to turn around, not wanting to expose his flank to the Australian, but Kelsey makes good use of her reflexes to reverse the momentum, nailing Rayne with a dropkick as he turns to face her! Though managing to avoid losing his balance, Young nonetheless goes stumbling back towards the corner post, giving Kelsey the opportunity to expand upon her momentum and hand Young a receipt with a clothesline of her own! Rayne goes stumbling back yet further, smashing back-first against the corner post, and Kelsey does not hesitate, promptly backing up a few steps, ahead of launching into a monkey flip!

Surprisingly, despite the disparity in size between the Australian and her opponent, the move connects, and Rayne Young is sent flying overhead. Kelsey, on the other hand, quickly rolls through to her That is why, once back to a vertical position, she promptly runs in again, connecting with a spinning elbow drop to Young before he even knows what hit him! The crowd roars as the move lands flush, and Kelsey hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TW—NO! Kickout by Young!

The cover was perhaps a touch too hopeful, and Kelsey knows it as well as the crowd; proof of this is that, as she returns to her feet, the Australian gives a little shrug, as if to convey that it was worth a try. It does not take more than a moment, however, for her to focus her full attention back on the match, this time deciding to put some distance between herself and the rapidly recovering Young. After a moment – when the bigger athlete pushes himself fully upright and rushes at his opponent – the reason for this becomes apparent, as Kelsey quickly springboards onto the nearby ropes and launches off, nailing Young with a beautiful springboard roundhouse kick! The veteran collapses to the mat, seemingly unconscious, and the Australian slides in for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO! A kickout from Rayne!

The fall is much closer this time, and both the crowd and Kelsey are deflated when Young once again kicks out. Still, showing her usual pluck, it does not take the Australian long to pull herself back together, get her head back in the match, and realise her opponent is still seemingly out cold. Not hesitating another moment, Kelsey promptly heads to the ropes, stepping out through the middle cable onto the apron. From there, and after taking another moment to steady herself, she slingshots back onto the top rope and launches into the somersault senton which nailed her her first victory against Rayne Young...

...only for the veteran to roll out of the way, causing Kelsey to crash and burn!

How much of Young's reaction was instinctive and how much was deliberate is uncertain, but the fact of the matter is that the bigger wrestler is not immediately able to capitalise on the advantage he created. Much to the contrary, it takes him several seconds to pull himself back to his feet, and he seems grateful for the respite as he reaches for the nearest set of ropes and pulls himself to an upright position.

As a result of this slight hesitation, Rayne and the seemingly worn-down-looking Kelsey find themselves getting back to their feet at roughly the same time, the veteran's advantage seemingly lost. Kelsey seems to sense this too, and promptly runs at Rayne once again, swinging a clothesline...

...only for the bigger competitor to reverse it into a big back drop, once again turning the tables in his favour!

With Kelsey floored, and her spell of momentum finally halted, Young immediately seeks to, at long last, take control of the match. He spins around, steps in towards Kelsey...

...and gets pulled into an arm-drag, which sends him hurtling into the ropes!

The crowd explodes as the Australian scrambles to her feet, all the while seeking to put some distance between herself and Young. Rayne is quick to recover, however, and when Spencer bounces off the ropes, she finds her opponent only a few feet away, waiting to scoop her into a belly-to-belly suplex! The move lands, and Rayne covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by Kelsey!!

Having finally managed to assert control, however, the bigger man does not appear willing to take any unnecessary risks and potentially relinquish it; instead, as he rolls through to his feet once again, he positions himself behind Spencer, waiting for her to pull herself to one knee before trapping her head and delivering a snapmare! Kelsey goes tumbling head over heels, but – to her credit – manages to twist herself around within moments, scrambling to pull herself to one knee...

...only for Rayne to connect with a shining wizard kick, which takes her right back down again! Wasting no time, the veteran promptly slides in for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Last minute shoulder up by Spencer!!

The crowd explodes as their favourite once again evades defeat, her shoulder coming up at the very last second. As a chant of 'KEL-SEY, KEL-SEY, KEL-SEY' erupts through the Ipswich Dome, Rayne Young seems very close to becoming his former self, visibly bubbling with barely contained rage and having to try very hard to prevent himself from ranting at the referee. 

However grudgingly, however, this objective is eventually accomplished, and Rayne chooses to take out his frustrations on his opponent instead. Taking advantage of Kelsey's grogginess and semi-prone position, he steps in, pulls the Australian up the rest of the way, and connects with a beautifully executed Northern Lights Suplex, which he bridges for another pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!! Last second again!!!

Once again, Rayne is barely able to contain his frustration as he rolls off the top of Kelsey and once again leans in to bring her to her feet. With the Australian still groggy, he once again pulls her to her feet before connecting with a German suplex! He leaves his hands clinched around Kelsey's waist, and delivers another! Once again not releasing the grip, he then goes for a third, truly seeking to wear down his opponent. Only then does he release the hold, rolling back through to his feet to assess the damage done to his opponent. As he does, he begins stomping his foot on the mat rhythmically. As Kelsey pulls herself to one knee, the intensity of the stomps increases, and as the Australian pulls herself to her feet and turns around, Rayne lunges in with the Midas Touch superkick...

….WHICH KELSEY DODGES, as she spins out of the way and makes a dash for the opposite set of ropes! Rayne turns around just as the Australian is rebounding off and running back across the ring...

...straight into a facebuster! Rayne Young reverses the momentum right back again!

Having asserted himself yet again, the veteran clearly believes it is time to end this contest once and for all. Proof of this is that, before Kelsey is even finished face-planting onto the mat, he heads for the top rope, scaling it with deceptive agility for a man his size. Once at the top, he takes a moment to size up his opponent, before launching off with his five-star frogsplash, the Afterburner...

...BUT KELSEY DODGES!!!

The crowd lets out a hiss of sympathy as Rayne Young crashes and burns, slamming stomach-first into the mat. A moment afterwards, a cheer erupt, as the fans anticipate yet another reversal of fortunes for Kelsey; however, after only another second or two, it becomes apparent that the Australian is feeling the toll of the match, as rather than attempt to capitalise straight away, she lets herself stay down on the mat for a long moment. With both competitors down, the referee has no choice but to start his standard ten-count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Both competitors roll over onto their stomachs, beginning to inch towards the ropes!

FIVE!

Kelsey manages to push herself onto all fours for the final stretch, while Rayne continues the trek on his stomach, like before.

SIX!

Kelsey grabs the ropes in front of her, gratefully leaning against them!

SEVEN!

Rayne is similarly able to reach the ropes, and begins pushing himself to a vertical position!

Seeing both athletes have been able to recover, and should be able to continue, the referee promptly stops counting, giving the competitors time to recover on their own without the added pressure. For this, both Rayne and Kelsey appear grateful, as they take another long moment to push themselves fully upright, regain their bearings and catch a breather, before finally turning back towards one another.

The crowd roars as the two wrestlers tentatively pace towards the centre of the ring, both on jelly legs. At first, neither dares make a move, but eventually – understanding an advantage has to be exploited – Kelsey Spencer hobbles forward, swinging a clothesline. Rayne, however, is able to easily telegraph it, and ducks down, reversing the move and hoisting the smaller wrestler onto his shoulders. The fans are whipped into a frenzy as the veteran calls for his trademark Curtain Call driver...

...then grow even louder as Kelsey is somehow able to gather her wits enough to writhe out of the hold! Before Young has time to react, the Australian has dropped down and pulled him into a rollup predicament!!! The referee counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

---RAYNE KICKS OUT!!!

---But just too late!! Against all odds, Kelsey Spencer has achieved her goal of becoming Number One Contender to James Edwards' Broadcast Championship!

WINNER in 12:33: and new #1 Contender to the UKWF Broadcast Championship: Kelsey Spencer

No sooner has the bell rung than Kelsey rolls to her feet and goes to help Rayne Young to his feet. This gesture earns the Australian a considerable ovation from the Ipswich crowd, which quickly turns into a murmur of apprehension as Young shoots the Australian an intense look. Caught by surprise, Kelsey tenses...

...but only for a moment, as Rayne eventually accepts her handshake, drawing a large cheer from the crowd! Even still, the veteran does not stick around much longer, quickly making his way up the ramp and to the back, and leaving Kelsey to celebrate with her rabid British fans.

[UKWF]

Our scene cuts to the back, where Gaia Galanos seems to be on a mission. As she walks through the corridor of the backstage, she passes multiple techies AND wrestlers without giving them a second thought as she pulls open a door and quickly jogs down a flight of stairs. At this point, the cameraman is beginning to lag behind the athletic fighter. By the time, the cameraman gets to the bottom of the flight of stairs, he is blocked by a door that has one letter on it: B.

He pushes the door open, and passes through the threshold and catches up with the shadowy figure a few yards ahead of him. The dimness of the light doesn’t do much for the camera scene, but we can tell it’s Gaia that he’s has caught up with. She still pays the camera no mind as she continues into the boiler room. For a long moment, there’s a very empty silence in the darkness save for the constant whirring and chugging of the boiler itself.

For a long while, it just seems as though Gaia Galanos is staring at the darkness in the corner of the room. At length, she speaks, but to whom?

Gaia Galanos: I’m not sure if you saw the conversation between Patrick and I out in the ring, but we’re having a Towel Match at the next show, but, needless to say, I am without someone to hold my towel because, well…

Gaia pauses for a long time, trying to think of the right words. Screw it, why sugar-coat it?

Gaia Galanos: I am the most hated person in the locker room, and, let’s just say, I know you don’t give a damn about what happens to me, but I figured you might enjoy seeing my pain and Patrick’s pain first-hand.

The admission is greeted with more silence, to the point that Gaia almost seems to be talking to herself. Eventually however, something detaches itself from the far wall with a sigh - and we know who even before the clipped Teutonic voice responds.

Magdalena Waechter: Now-now, that is a wild exaggeration, fraulein Galanos. I care a great deal about the wellbeing of everyone here, or at least I care about ensuring no-one has any wellbeing. Though I do question why you think I should spend my time being your...personal trainer? Is that what this is meant by towels?

Gaia Galanos: That’s not...hhhh. Look, I’m not asking much. I’m not even asking you to pay attention to the match - spend the whole time lecturing people at ringside if you want, I don’t care. You just need to keep hold of a strip of cloth while you’re doing it. Because I don’t care what Patrick thinks he’s gonna do, he is NOT winning this one and I need a second who won’t be prone to a sudden attack of sympathy. I figured that would work for you. If not, fine, I’ll figure something out…

Shaking her head in frustration, Gaia half-turns to leave before Magdalena’s words catch her short.

Magdalena Waechter: And if you were to die in that ring, should I be expected to keep holding your towel for eternity?

Gaia glares back at the nun, but her temper cools at the look of simple serenity playing across Magdalena’s face. It’s not mockery, she realizes, but an honest question.

Gaia Galanos: If that happened...yeah, you should. I’ll take death over dishonor any day.

Magdalena Waechter: A fair answer, though let us hope it does not come to that.

Gaia Galanos: So that’s a yes?

Magdalena Waechter: It is. The very fact you sought me out of your own free will piqued my curiosity. Though I had a feeling it would come to this…

As she speaks, the Canoness steeples her fingers just under her chin, and her mouth raises on side in an uneven smirk. Gaia seems to willfully ignore this.

Gaia Galanos: Good for you, I suppose. And one other thing - Patrick will have his own second. You might have to watch out for attacks, if only to affect the outcome of the match. Be ready for that.

Magdalena Waechter: He can try. And he will swiftly beg to change places with the man you will be busy breaking.

Gaia nods curtly - there’s nothing more to be said - then walks away, leaving the camera operator backtracking awkwardly. Only when she’s already started to ascend the stairs does the Canoness call back to her…

Magdalena Waechter: Does it matter if I know who this Patrick person is or not?

Gaia almost laughs to herself. Almost.

Gaia Galanos: No. No it doesn’t.

Then she heads up the rest of the stairs and irritably shoulder-checks the cameraman aside, leaving him to wobble and flail as she goes to get changed and leave for the evening...

[UKWF]

The Divas of Dominance v Happy Hour

Before the match even begins, it is clear that UKWF's newest signings are not exactly in the best condition. If their staggering stance was not enough of a give-away as to what state they are in, both Becks Fosters and Stella Artois clutch large cans of beer, from which they swig liberally as they wait for the bell to ring.

This, of course, highly displeases the Divas of Dominance, who waste no time complaining to the referee that their opponents should be disqualified. This, in turn, draws loud protests from Becks and Stella, who ensure the official that they are 'right as rain' and ready for a fight. To demonstrate this, Stella Artois promptly gets into the ring, squaring off with the nearest Alexander twin. This happens to be Jessie, who takes the opportunity to transfer her displeasure from the referee to Stella herself. Before she can so much as put up her dukes, the red-headed half of Happy Hour is getting rocked with a slap from the considerably shorter but equally as fierce Australian!!

The crowd begins to boo as Stella, startled, drops her beer. The can falls to the mat with a 'thud', spilling some of its contents across it, while the redhead looks on in disbelief, powerless to react. Stella's mouth forms into a big 'O' as she looks back and forth between the spilled beer and Jessie Alexander...Jessie Alexander and the spilled beer...

….then lunges forward, surprising the Australian with a series of punches to the face and shoulders!

The crowd roars as the Englishwoman unwittingly gets the match started, causing the referee to call for the bell and send Jamie Alexander back to her team's corner. He then moves across to pick up the discarded can of beer and throw it out of the ring, before turning back to where the action is occurring.

During this interval, and taking advantage of her temporary advantage over her opponent, Stella Artois has been successful in driving Jessie into the ropes and keeping her pinned there with a flurry of forearm shots to the head and knee strikes to the midsection. It seems Happy Hour's claims about being seasoned street brawlers were not entirely unfounded, as, even drunk, Stella is still being able to cause some trouble for her opponent.

That all ends after a moment, however, as Jessie regains her wits and connects with a sly poke to the Brit's eyes. Stella cries out, her concentration thrown, and Jessie quickly capitalises with a couple of punches to the gut, which manage to rock the bigger woman. Knowing she cannot afford to stop, Jessie then quickly follows up with a dropkick, which is even more successful in throwing Stella Artois off balance and – perhaps aided by her inebriated state – sends her careening towards the ropes.

Still thinking on her feet, Jessie Alexander promptly runs in, seeking to capitalise on this moment of weakness from the Brit. Stella, however, is still reasonably aware despite the amount of alcohol in her system, and is able to duck the onrushing Diva and reverse her clothesline attempt into a side headlock. Again, despite the redhead's blood alcohol content, the hold is applied surprisingly effectively, with Stella initially applying it loosely, but quickly cinching it in to put Jessie in trouble.

The Diva, however, is far more prepared this time, and does not allow the Happy Hour member to catch her out again; instead, she fights back against the hold, hitting a series of elbow shots to Stella's midsection. The first couple of these are only moderately effective, but eventually, one of them lands with sufficient force to rock the bigger woman, causing her to momentarily loosen her hold on the Australian's head. Realising what happened, Stella quickly scrambles to cinch it in again, but Jessie is quicker; before the Englishwoman can begin to squeeze her head again, she slips out from between her arms and connects with a spinning heel kick, which sends Stella into, and then over the ropes! 

Having finally managed to stave off the surprisingly competent attacks of her opponent, Jessie promptly profits from the respite to walk over to her corner and tag in Jamie. As such, when Stella Artois picks herself up off the floor of the Ipswich Dome and once again rolls into the ring, it is the second Alexander Sister that is waiting for her. Jamie keeps a safe distance as she waits for the Englishwoman to pull herself back up to a vertical position, then – as soon as Stella has – runs in, leaping into the air and connecting with a hurricanrana before the Brit even knows what hit her!

Caught unaware, the Brit goes sprawling in the opposite direction, giving Jamie's spell of momentum the best possible start. Keen to keep it going, the more athletic of the two Alexander Sisters quickly rolls through to her feet and rushes in once again, connecting with a bulldog which sends Stella Artois down to the mat face-first! Not losing another moment, and before the Englishwoman can pull herself up, Jamie rolls to her feet again and connects with an elbow drop to the back of the Brit's head, catching her across the neck! She rolls back through to her feet and, without giving Stella so much as a chance to begin pulling herself to her feet, quickly leaps onto the nearby set of ropes, launching off with a lionsault, which catches the older woman across the back! Jessie turns her over and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Artois brings her shoulder up right at the last minute!

As the Brit brings her shoulder up, Jessie allows herself a moment to vent her frustration, as she pulls herself back up to her feet. It does not take long, however, for the Australian to stop ranting at herself and bring her focus back to the match, just in time to catch Stella Artois attempting to scramble to her feet. Surprisingly, rather than capitalise right away, Jamie puts some distance between herself and her opponent, allowing Artois to pull herself to one knee before rushing in and connecting with an enzuigiri! Another cover ensues!

ONE! 

TWO!

TH—NO!! Artois grabs the nearby ropes!

This time, Jamie gives full flow to her feelings, gnashing her teeth and groaning as she returns to her feet. She aims a kick at the downed Artois, causing her to get admonished by the referee, then promptly transfers her anger back to the official, shrieking that her and her sister should not be in the ring with inebriated opponents anyway. These protests, while immediately and vehemently rebuked by the referee, give Artois some time to turn herself over onto her stomach and hoist herself up with the help of the ropes. In this way, the Brit is able to make it to her feet, and prepares to once again face her opponent...

...only to get rocked by an European uppercut from the rapidly reacting Jamie!!

Caught unaware once again, the Brit is sent reeling towards the corner post, and Jamie quickly rushes in, looking to capitalise...

...only for Stella to duck down and send her over the ropes with a momentum-reversing backdrop!

The crowd explodes as the Australian goes tumbling to the floor and the Brit finds herself alone in the ring, and with a golden opportunity to reach for her partner, calling her from across the mat. In spite of this, however, Stella is not immediately able to react, instead taking a moment to recover her bearings and clear her no doubt alcohol-addled head. The crowd deflates as more and more seconds elapse without the Brit making any sort of attempt at a tag, thinking her opportunity will be lost...

...only for the redhead to finally react, striding across the ring to tag in her partner!

Becks Fosters comes in with a spring in her step, buoyed by the positive reception she receives from the Suffolk crowd. Momentarily finding herself alone in the ring, just like her partner, she promptly takes the opportunity to smile and wave at the crowd, throwing the odd cheeky remark at certain sections who appear to be cheering the loudest.

It does not take more than a moment, however, for the situation to deteriorate for the blonde; for, while she is busy acknowledging the crowd's reaction, across the mat, Alison Beck and Kelly Garrett are distracting the referee, seemingly still unhappy with the supposedly slow count from earlier. A moment later, however, the reason for these sudden protests becomes clear, as Jessie Alexander profits from the situation to enter the ring without the referee noticing; as such, when Becks puts up her dukes, it is to face the illegal – and relatively fresher – woman!

With the referee still distracted, Jessie does not, of course, hesitate to use under-handed tactics to gain advantage. After ducking Fosters' initial, and rather clumsy, attempt at a haymaker punch, she steps in close to the Brit and promptly rakes her eyes, completely throwing off her already somewhat unfocused opponent and sending her reeling back, clutching at her eyes in pain.

The upper hand thus gained – and with the referee already in position to follow the remainder of the action, Beck and Garrett having let him go once their objective was complete – Jessie does not waste any time capitalising, nailing Fosters with a dropkick which throws her against the corner ring post on the far side of the mat. Then, as the Brit connects back-first with the post, she rushes in again, to pin the blonde to the corner with a leaping clothesline! Becks slumps slightly, and the Diva does not hesitate, promptly stretching out a foot to keep her pinned in place with a high foot choke.

Seeing this, the referee predictably comes over to admonish the Australian; also predictably, however, Jessie is not overtly inclined to heed the official's warnings, and makes no effort to break the hold, forcing the man in charge to initiate the standard five-count. Even then, however, Jessie acts with surprising nonchalance, leaving the choke in place until the count is past 'four'. Only then does she give the Brit some respite, removing her foot and releasing the hold. 

Becks, predictably, is left gasping for air after the Diva's choke attempt, therefore constituting easy pickings for the Australian. As the blonde stumbles out of the corner, still wheezing from the choke, Jessie positions herself directly in her path, the better to trap her head underneath her arm. Thus, before Becks can so much as react to what is occurring, she finds herself getting thrown over by Jessie's trademark snap DDT, the Lights Out! The Australian covers!

ONE!

Seeing her best friend in danger, Stella Artois runs into the ring and makes a dash for the two wrestlers on the mat!

TWO!

From out of nowhere, Jamie Alexander intercepts, dropping the redhead with a superkick that staggers her just long enough for Jessie to get the...

THREE!

And a rare win for her team!

WINNERS in 08:45: The Divas of Dominance

After the match, the Australian duo receive an overwhelmingly negative reaction from the crowd in attendance, for their underhanded tactics and arrogant attitude. The affable, likeable newcomers, on the other hand, are greeted with an ovation and a few rowdy chants for their efforts. Whether or not it was the crowd's intention to cheer Becks and Stella up, it works – as the two Brits retreat backstage, presumably to have a few more beers each, they both have smiles on their faces. The Hour may not have been so Happy for the two Brits, but they definitely earned the approval of the crowd.

[UKWF]

The feed returns to ringside just as Emerald Sun's cover of 'Holding Out For A Hero' is dying out in the arena speakers. The crowd are on their feet to welcome wrestling's favourite superhero, who is seen standing in the centre of the ring with a microphone already in hand and ready for use. As he brings the implement to his lips, however, the Blazer is far from his usual, goofy self, instead taking on a sombre tone and expression as he begins:

The Jew Blazer: Two weeks ago, I had to take a bathroom break backstage. When I went into the restrooms, I had a partner. When I came back out...I no longer did.

Remembering the events from two weeks previously, the crowd erupt into a chorus of jeers, directed not at the Blazer, but at the ever-dreaded New Management Enforcers. At the same time, however, a chant of 'HAM-MER-STEIN' also ripples through the crowd, bringing a grin to the Blazer's lips as he continues:

TJB: Yeah, Hammerstein...he's a good guy. He deserved to be here with me right now, havin' fun inside this ring in front of you guys!

A cheer of agreement rises from the crowd, the chant for Hammerstein intensifying. Blazer nods, his expression once again intense.

TJB: But instead, he's laid up somewhere recovering so he can go wrestle his other matches...and it could be a while before we see him back. And all because of those schmucks, the NME!

The jeers for NME return, meeting with nods of approval from the Blazer.

TJB: And that's why, right here tonight, I'm issuing a challenge! I'm wrestling's premier superhero, and like any good hero, I'm going to avenge my partner! SSo NME...I'm calling you out! All of you! I'll take on any one of you goons who wants a fight! Don't matter how! Don't matter who! Right here and now, huh?

The Blazer hastily unties his cape, readying himself for a fight and drawing a raucous cheer from the crowd. The reaction quickly turns negative, however, as 'Lost in the Echo' by Linkin Park begins to echo through the speakers. A moment later, Hunter Storms steps out, impeccably dressed as always, and sporting a microphone in his hand and a smug smirk on his features.

Kerry: Ha! That bufoon is going to get what is coming to him now!

As he enters ringside, however, Hunter makes no effort to come any closer to The Jew Blazer than the top of the ramp, from where he addresses the Semitic Superhero:

Hunter Storms: Somebody's got a death wish...

The Blazer glowers up at the Enforcer, mouthing taunts off the mic, but Hunter simply smirks, gesturing towards his expensive tailored suit:

Hunter: Too bad I'm not dressed to wrestle this week. I didn't expect to have a match...

The Enforcer sighs and shakes his head mock-sorrowfully, drawing the ire of the crowd once again.

Hunter: And next week, I'm busy with that idiot, Fader...so I'm afraid you're shit out of luck as far as a match with me.

The Enforcer smirks.

Hunter: But hey...I'm not the ONLY Enforcer...! I'm sure my friends would love to have a nice chat with you about what we did to your buddy...

The crowd lets out a gasp as, quick as a flash, the remaining three members of NME enter from each of the remaining three sides of the ring, encircling the Blazer. Hunter himself runs down the ramp to join them, being handed his trusty lead pipe by tag team partner Cross Recoba as he joins the circle. The Blazer makes a valiant effort at a fighting stance, but predictably finds himself outnumbered as – at a word of command from Arcane – the NME attack as a unit!

Kerry: Ha! What did I tell you, darling?!

The Ipswich Dome explodes with boos as the hated foursome go to work on the brave but foolish superhero. For a moment, all that is seen inside the ring is a mass of hunched-over bodies and weapons, as the Blazer is beaten to a pulp by the NME.

But then...

….then, the Dome's deafening jeers turn to explosive boos as a figure comes racing down the ramp and into the ring – none other than United Kingdom Champion MJ Bell! Before the nearest Enforcer – Hunter – knows what has happened, he is being dropped with a leaping double-knee smash, and falling to the mat, unconscious. Not stopping to think, Bell drags the dazed Jew Blazer out of the circle of Enforcers by one leg, just about managing to drag him to safety before the other three Enforcers have time to react. Then, slinging him across her back, she begins to dash up the ramp as quickly as the extra weight will allow her, managing to somehow stay one step ahead of the Enforcers as they inevitably give chase. The crowd is still on their feet as all five figures disappear through the curtain, leaving Hunter Storms' prone body as the only reminder of what transpired moments ago.

[UKWF]

Lowri Moss V. Magdalena Waechter

When the bell rings, there’s an eerie stillness choking out the cheers and chants of the Suffolk Sports Dome – an eerie stillness emanating from Magdalena Waechter. Staring resolutely across from her is Lowri Moss, unbossed and unbroken by the Matron Saint of Mercilessness’ ghostly gaze; while the tale of the tape matches the two women up pretty evenly, clashing styles and the way they carry themselves will make for a fight to the bitter end.

Magdalena paces methodically, measuring Lowri up, as the young Welshwoman bounces from her corner on light feet. She offers up a Test of Strength for the ghoulish Bavarian, ever a stickler for tradition. Magdalena just keeps staring.

Her patience broken (and perhaps her nerve as well), Lowri moves in for the lock up, pushing toward Magdalena and attempting to work the collar and elbow.

Magdalena shoves her back into her corner with enough force for Lowri to hit the turnbuckle.

Magdalena keeps staring.

Lowri, taken aback, continues to test the waters around her opponent, using her speed to propel herself forward again – but she’s caught with a viciously stiff elbow strike, and thrown into the turnbuckle again, harder this time. Lowri sinks against the bottom rope, stunned by the sheer force thrown at her this early into the match, and Magdalena drags her away by the ankle before she can escape, constricting her in a tight headlock in the middle of the ring.

Lowri struggles to squirm free, but Magdalena refuses to budge, looking at the referee expectantly, to ask her if she submits – in some matches, this might just be a formality; with the Inquisitor, she damn well means it.

Lowri, however, somehow manages to pry Magdalena’s arm away from her chin, slipping out from her grasp and dragging her into a hasty rollup!

ONE!

…

TWO!

… Magdalena gets free, incensed!

Knowing full well that her opponent will only slow down when she can no longer move, Lowri doesn’t relent, rolling to her feet and swinging a low Roundhouse into the side of Magdalena’s head!

And another!

And another!

Magdalena crumples to her knees again, clutching her aching head, but Lowri refuses to stop there, and gets behind her for a waist lock, lifting her for a German Suplex!

Lowri doesn’t get too far, though, as Magdalena forces herself free and hits Lowri with a Big Boot, launching her against the ropes. Lowri grasps at the top rope for leverage, catching herself before she can fall, but Magdalena is relentless, Whipping her across the ring and catching her for a high-thrown Belly-to-Belly Suplex—

—but Lowri somersaults onto her feet, rebounding against the ropes again, vaulting a surprised Magdalena, and catching her with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors on the way back! Magdalena is thrown onto her back, taken by surprise! The crowd cheers as Lowri recovers, but she doesn’t give herself time to celebrate, as Magdalena is quick to her feet again. Lowri leaps against the adjacent ropes, and springboards off into Magdalena to spin her into a Tornado DDT...

... but Magdalena keeps her from hitting her head against the canvas, rising from her knees with Lowri in her arms and dropping her on her knee for a brutal Backbreaker!

Lowri hits the mat hard, and Magdalena goes for the dominant cover!

ONE!

…

TWO—Lowri gets a shoulder up! The girl from Llanelli will not say die!

Magdalena forces the ref out of her way, lifting Lowri up again to ragdoll her some more—

—but Lowri catches her second wind quicker than she can anticipate, throwing Magdalena across the ring with an Arm Drag! As Magdalena recovers, rushing toward Lowri again, she leaps up for a perfectly timed Enzuigiri, dropping the German powerhouse to her knees again!

Lowri goes leaps up and over Magdalena, pinning her back with a Crucifix Driver!

ONE!

…

TWO—Magdalena kicks out!

While Magdalena has yet to regain her footing, Lowri continues to push herself and the crowd to their limit, climbing to the top rope and hyping them up for some aerial maneuvering! With the blessing of the audience, Lowri flips from the top turnbuckle for a Moonsault—

—but Magdalena rolls out of the way!

Expertly, Lowri lands on her feet – a little rough, but still standing – which gives Magdalena the opportunity to lift her up and drop her with a Chastity Belt! And another! As Lowri crumples, Magdalena hooks her leg!

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

TH—Lowri kicks out!

The Sports Dome roars with approval as one of UKWF's favorites refuses to say die. Magdalena's stony exterior looks as though it's beginning to crack, indignant and frustrated at the lack of a three-count. Moving past the ref, Magdalena stands tall over her opponent, looking more like prey as she begins to stir, picking herself back onto her knees.

With a blunt kick to the jaw, Lowri is knocked on her back again. Magdalena lifts Lowri's legs, studies her pained expression, studies the intense reaction of the crowd, and turns her around, pulling her by both ankles into a Reverse Boston Crab position! As her legs are bent toward her back, Lowri struggles to break free, reaching out for the ropes to break the hold... but a series of stiff slaps to the back weaken such resolve, and Magdalena lifts her off the mat by the wrists! As Lowri cries out in agony, Magdalena cruelly starts the Penitent Engine!

Without a word, between Lowri's pained protests and the noise of the crowd, Magdalena's eyes shoot to the ref, demanding him to get a verbal submission from her helpless opponent. Despite the fire shooting up and down her legs and spine, Lowri refuses to give up! The crowd begins to chant her name, in defiance of Magdalena's quiet fury!

It is at this point that a surprise figure appears on the ramp, quickly making its way down to the ring to take in the action. As he slowly walks around the ringside area, Broadcast Champion James Edwards does not appear too impressed with what he sees, frowning as he takes in Lowri writhing in the Canoness's clutches.

Neither woman, however, notices the appearance of UKWF's most dominant Champion. Lowri's eyes are screwed shut, in pain, while Magdalena has other concerns, her patience is quickly beginning to run thin, and her frustration with her young victim's defiance beginning to get the best of her. She stops the back-and-forth swaying of her pendulum submission hold... and begins to smash Lowri's face against the mat, again and again, putting further pressure on her back, demanding a submission from her. Lowri, fighting to stay conscious and lucid from the terrible pain, persists even more! With a roar of aggravation, she simply drops Lowri on her face again, letting her sprawl out in the ring as she paces to the corner, her gaze smoldering. If looks could kill, this match would have ended a long time ago.

The crowd celebrates their favorites' willingness to endure such pain, clapping and chanting her name, louder and louder, as she begins to drag herself upright on the ropes, her legs and lower back hardly ready to support her weight. She half-crawls to the corner, slumping against the turnbuckle, desperate to heave air into her tortured lungs.

With a fearsome war cry, Magdalena charges toward Lowri with bullet train speed! Cry Havoc incoming—

—no! Breuddwydion Melus! Lowri jumped up and hit the Superkick on her!

She falls on her for the cover!


ONE!


...


TWO!


...


THR—Magdalena gets a shoulder up!

Lowri's exhausted disbelief can only be described by the sound the crowd makes in turn, going absolutely wild over the impossible strength and fighting spirit of both women. Champion James Edwards is perhaps the most involved out of all of them, slapping the apron and yelling at Lowri, in no uncertain terms, to 'get her head in the ring, not the merch table' and 'focus on the fight, not the t-shirt sales.'

Perhaps hearing the Broadcast Champion's admonishments, Lowri tries to pick herself back up, but stumbles and falls again, exhaustion overtaking her. With both competitors down, the referee begins the ten count...

... at six, Magdalena is the first to stir, rising slowly, heaving herself upright with the help of the ropes. Lowri struggles to stagger back to her feet, limping toward her opponent, ready to finish this pulse-pounding match...

... but Magdalena spins around and slaps her across the face, sending her reeling! Magdalena lurches forward, looking to capitalize—

—and is met with a headbutt by a defiant Lowri! This time, it's the Inquisitor who staggers back, clutching her now-bleeding head.

Before she can gather her impressive strength again, Lowri snatches Magdalena into a tight headlock, and turns her over into an inverted facelock! She twists Magdalena around for the Nos Da—

—but Magdalena twists back around, grabbing hold of Lowri's arm and swinging a brutal lariat her way! The Exorcism—

—doesn't connect, as Lowri slides beneath Magdalena's legs, attempting to trap her arms in a waist lock and lift her for a German Suplex! Lowri struggles to bridge her strained back, as Magdalena's feet leave the mat, arch backward, and...

... tumble into a bloody heap, as Lowri fails to complete the suplex! Magdalena staggers back up, still locked onto Lowri's arm, and takes her head clean off with the Short-Arm Lariat! Exorcism connects, and Lowri is send flipping to the mat, out cold!

Magdalena falls to her knees, looking to make one last cover... but decides against it. She slowly picks herself back up, dragging Lowri along with her. She hauls her up onto the top turnbuckle, folds her up over her shoulder... and charges for the opposite turnbuckle, smashing her against it! Magdalena falls backward, letting gravity do the rest of the devil's work, and completes the terrible Redemption or Death! Making the cover is a formality at this point...



ONE!



...



TWO!



...



THREE!



WINNER in 16:56: Magdalena Waechter

Magdalena rises like a shadow over Lowri's broken and bloodied body, letting the boos come raining down. Even the referee is resistant to raise her hand in victory, doing so quickly and checking on the completely dazed Welshwoman... then the ref is pushed aside by the Inquisitor, who lifts Lowri up by the arm, presenting the booing crowd with what remains of their so-called hero. She's looking to stomp out this act of rebellion before it can ever rise again with another Exorcism—

—but Magdalena's intercepted, as James Edwards leaps onto the apron and shoves her, doing just enough to make the Canoness lose her balance and release Lowri! The Welshwoman, however, seems all but out of it, crumpling to the mat, barely conscious...

...only for another white knight to come to her rescue. As Edwards comtinues to keep Magdalena at bay, a hooded figure jumps over the guard rail and into the ring! He picks Lowri up, supporting her with his arm, and throws back the hood of his jumper...

...to reveal the familiar face of Neal Durden!!!

The Sports Dome goes ballistic at the surprise reunion of the Welsh Thing!

There's no time to celebrate, however, as Neal ushers Lowri out of the ring and up the ramp before Magdalena can retaliate. The seething Inquisitor shouts up the entrance ramp in German, calling out for someone... or something.

Out from behind the curtain, two dark figures emerge: a massive, hulking giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall, and a smaller, diminutive young woman... at least in comparison to the former. They march forward, looking to intercept Neal and the haggard Lowri before they can slip into the back. Magdalena vaults the ropes onto the floor, looking to flank the Welsh couple!

Thinking quickly, the two do some vaulting of their own, jumping into the crowd over the guardrail and making their way toward the nearest exit! The mysterious woman gives chase immediately, pushing and shoving through the crowd. The giant, however, stands still, tall, dark and gruesome. Magdalena beckons to him, demanding he follow along... but the hulking beast doesn't flinch, leaving Magdalena to pursue them on her own...