UKWF Second Strike RESULTS!

[UKWF]

The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight' introduces a montage of black-and-white-filtered shots of wrestlers performing particularly impressive moves, the whole set over top of a Union Jack-themed background. This fast-paced entrance sequence goes on for a minute or so, before viewers are clued in on just what they are watching:

UKWF SECOND STRIKE

The show duly identified, the feed then cuts to the inside of London's unique-looking Cockpit. The venue's multi-level seating accommodates sparse but enthusiastic fans, who make some noise as the camera pans across them. There is also the occasional handmade sign, reading 'SKYLYNN BROUGHT ME HERE' or 'BAZ DRINKS AT MY BOOZER.' A moment later, the camera pans away from these signs to focus on the announce table – set at ringside this time – where our duo of announcers is ready to welcome fans.

Kerry Buckingham: Good evening, everyone, and welcome to UKWF Second Strike! Bringing you all the action live from the London Cockpit, I'm Kerry Buckingham.

Barry Jones: An' I'm Baz Jones. How do?

Kerry: In the card tonight are six matches, but only two matter, of course. The one where my Sterling does away with those annoying commoners, and the one where my dearest Rupert and Nigel show why they are the future of British wrestling and beat those other three teams...

Baz: Oi! Wha' 'bout them other matches, then? Mark Storm an' Amy Drew? Wicked match, that is! That ginger lass against the big lass? That's gunner be wicked as well!

Kerry: Darling...frankly...your standards are far too low!

Baz: ...you reckon...?

Kerry: Of course! But don't worry, I'll teach you! Just you listen to Auntie Kay, and you will have it all straight in no time at all!

Barry leans forward, an expression of genuine interest on his features. Before Kerry can expound on her 'lesson' any further, however, the two are interrupted by a theme song, heralding the arrival of the first wrestler of the evening!

[UKWF]

Stubbie Harris v Hazel Overton

At the start of the match, Stubbie goes for a handshake, but Hazel slaps his hand away. The Aussie reacts in confusion, and looks up at the booing stands as if seeking their sympathy. Unfortunately, while he does get a cheer, this moment of distraction also leaves him open to a knee to the gut from Hazel! Stubbie bends over and Hazel profits from the referee being out of position to rake his eyes. The Aussie goes stumbling back, in pain, and the oldest of the Overton sisters capitalises with a running dropkick! Stubbie bounces off the ropes, and Hazel lies underneath him, tripping him! The Aussie goes sprawling forward face-first, and Overton rolls through to her feet to gloat at the crowd.

The boos turn to cheers when Hazel's celebrations go on for a moment too long and she gets caught in a headlock by Stubbie. She throws an elbow at the Aussie's stomach and connects with another dropkick, but this time, Stubbie manages to stay on his feet. He collects himself, runs at Overton and connects with a running back elbow, to cheers!

Hazel bounces off the ropes and gets caught in a snap powerslam by Stubbie, which drives her down to the mat! The Aussie picks her up again and delivers a butterfly suplex, which he bridges into a pinfall attempt. It only gets a two-count, however, and the match continues!

Stubbie starts over, picking up Hazel for a gutbuster and backbreaker combination. He covers, and gets two again!

This time, the Aussie chooses to go for a different approach. Instead of picking Overton up, he retreats to the nearest corner and looks up at the crowd, smirking, as he taps his elbow. The crowd inside The Cockpit give him a huge cheer as he takes off looking for the Rolled It elbow...

...then groan in dismay when Overton dodges!

Caught in his own forward momentum, Stubbie takes a minute to pump his own brakes and turn around. This is more than enough, however, for Overton to set up and deliver another dropkick! She covers, but only gets two!

Frustrated, Overton begins to stomp all over Harris, causing the referee to run over and tell her, in no uncertain terms, to back off. This she does, albeit begrudgingly and still glowering at the official. A moment later, however, she seems to have an idea, and begins to climb the turnbuckle. When Stubbie gets back to his feet, he finds his opponent perched and waiting to deliver a beautiful frogsplash! Another cover ensues...but Stubbie miraculously kicks out right before three!

Once again frustrated, Overton aims a well-placed kick at her downed opponent. This earns her another telling off from the referee, which she does not take kindly to, mouthing off at the official in turn. This gives Stubbie the chance to recover and get to a vertical position. With the referee in the way, however, he dares not attempt any sort of running move, and instead waits for the man in the stripes to move before taking off with yet another rolling elbow! To his frustration, however, it once again connects with nothing, as Hazel moves out of the way!

This time, Stubbie is quicker to turn around...but his opponent is just as quick. As such, when the Aussie turns to face his opponent, he finds her already lunging forward, leg outstretched! The Hazel Painting superkick connects a moment later, taking Harris down for the count and giving Hazel Overton the definitive three, and a win on her debut!

WINNER in 3:48: Hazel Overton

[UKWF]

From ringside, the feed cuts to a promotional video, introduced by the timestamp:

Widdecombe Close
Wood End, Coventry
06:49 AM

The scene is set without much scene-setting at all, in the back of a cramped, shabby van rambling down a quiet side street. The glare of the rising sun occasionally flashes through what can be seen of the passenger window as the light passes between run-down estate housing. It looks like it's being recorded on a smartphone, the frame of the video narrow and compressed, and only as steady as the hand holding it.

Woman: So it's on, yeah? Did ya press the--

Young Man: --yeah, it's on, Christ alive...

Woman: Well fuck me, Cor, hold it horizontal! Tryna' be professional...

After a scoff and a muttered curse or two, the phone is turned on its side, the video's frame widening to eliminate the black divide on either side of it. The young, very amateur cameraman, Corey, makes a rotating gesture with his index finger out from the corner of the lens, indicating that they were 'rolling', if there is a such a thing on a digital device without any film.

Woman: So, this is my home. The place I hang my boots, where I was born an' raised. Wood End. Some folk call this place a lost cause. They call it dangerous. Rough 'round the edges. But, it's always been 'ere for me, through thick an' thin. Here, Cor, get a shot of--

Corey: Yeah, m'on it.

The camera turns to the opposite passenger window, getting an undisturbed view of the neighborhood around them; trash bins overturned, cracked asphalt, and barred-over windows mark each passing block. 

Woman: The place you call home, it's always just like your family. No matter how much distance you put between yourself an' them, it's still your family.

The camera returns to the Woman, but she's looking out the window herself, lost in a reverie.

Woman: My Dad's a lot like where we're from; Some folk called 'im a lost cause, too. Rough 'round the edges, that don't even begin to describe 'im... but he's always been there for me. Or at least he's tried to. My brothers an' 'im, they've seen me through a lot, 'specially over these past five years. Helped me drag dirty mattresses from the neighbor's yard into ours, seen me right up to the point after weeks of followin' jobs on the road, droppin' by just to do some laundry an' roll on out again. Sometimes I say all tha' to people, an' sometimes they get all surprised, 'cos my Dad's never seen me wrestle. 

Corey: I've seen ya wrestle!

Woman: Yeah, but you don't count! And it's got a lot ta do with the fact that I've never... really, ah, invited him to see me. I dunno. I just thought that, y'know, in my heart, I didn't want 'im to see me do what I do until I'd made it. Like, really made it. But, that all changes, sooner than you think. My name is Blaise Fader, an' I've signed with UKWF. An' you may not know me very well, an' you may not think I've got what it takes to square up in that ring, but let me tell ya this: I've been working my whole life to get where I am today, an' that climb doesn't stop for nothin' or nobody. I've worked twice as 'ard, twice as much as any in-ring competitor my age, and for everything I've done, the thing I do best is defy expectations. 

Corey: Fuck yeah.

A quick bumping of fists is exchanged between the two siblings.

Blaise: I'm not your regular girl. I'm not your bloody fitness model or dancin' ponce tryna make an extra pound. I'm the Baddest Beater-Upper in all Britain! I'm a future champion! And I'm comin' real soon for that Title!

The scene ends as awkwardly as most phone-recorded videos end; a bit of a pregnant pause, followed by Blaise reaching for the phone to turn the camera off, abruptly.

[UKWF]

Storm v Amy Drew

The two veteran competitors share a handshake before the bell, to a good reaction from the fans. Then, they immediately lock up, measuring strengths in the centre of the ring.

Predictably, the larger Mark Storm wins the tie-up, and drives Amy to the nearest turnbuckle. Once there, he quickly transitions from the tie-up into a double-underhook position, throwing Amy over with a suplex!

Drew rolls through to her feet and runs at Storm, but gets rocked with a dropkick! She stumbles back, but retains her balance, and runs at her opponent again. Once again, however, she finds herself out of luck, as Storm drops her with a scoop slam! The veteran then points at the turnbuckle, to a huge reaction from the crowd. He begins to ascend it, looking for his signature elbow drop...

...but does not get further than the second turnbuckle before Drew comes running up from behind and pulls him down into a rollup predicament! The referee drops down, but Storm kicks out with authority before he has even reached the count of two!

The two contenders start over, tying up again. Once more, it is Storm who comes out on top, this time managing to get behind Drew to land a German suplex. A second one quickly follows, then a third, completing a sequence that draws a good reaction from the fans in attendance! Storm holds up an arm to the crowd, then bends down to pick up his opponent yet again. He delivers a standard powerslam, then picks Amy up again. He lifts her up for a vertical suplex...

...but Drew lands on her feet!

Seeing her opening, the female competitor immediately connects with a bulldog! Then, quickly getting to her feet, she looms over Storm for a second before hitting a standing moonsault! She covers, but gets another short two as Storm kicks out!

Undaunted, Drew rolls off the top of her opponent, brings him to his feet and connects with a bridging German suplex! This time, the count is longer, but still only a two, as Storm kicks out!

Forced to start over once again, Drew now goes for a tiger suplex....but Storm floats over! He quickly scoops Drew onto his shoulders looking to hit Dystopia...but Amy slips off! She quickly pushes Storm towards the ropes, then launches into a roundhouse kick when he bounces off...

...but misses, as Storm evades with a forward roll! He then lets his momentum carry him over to the corner, where he vaults onto the top turnbuckle! A chasing Amy is therefore surprised to find herself at the end of a Fall from Grace elbow drop, which gives Storm a decisive debut win!

WINNER in 4:55: Storm

[UKWF]

Backstage, a camera finds one of the newest signings, Juliet Black. Perching against a packing crate, she is more interested in her phone than the camera. The cameraman coughs once before Juliet looked up.

Juliet: The feck you want? Ah... course. The interview the new girl bollocks. Let me simply make one thing perfectly clear to you all. Namely that when it comes to being a mat technician, I am the feckin' best at controlling someone on the ground. Been doing this twelve, thirteen years since I was thirteen. But every fuckin' time I get signed, there's some bollix of a reason that I don't get into the title picture! Volatile, obnoxious, arrogant.

Juliet pauses a moment as her phone beeps evidently more interesting.

Juliet: And let me make one thing perfectly clear to you all: Juliet motherfuckin' Black ain't here to make friends or play nice with anyone or for a bit o' craic. This ain't a side from me strippin' off in some club so I can get famous, wrestlin' is what I do an' I'll fight anyone anywhere in any sort o'match. I'll steal the milk out yer tea if it gets me into the feckin' title picture and as of now, I'll tell you the top five wrestlers in this company all start with Me. Don't believe me? You fuckin' will soon.

And raising her middle finger up to the camera, Juliet blows one of the single most fuck off kisses she can, before her attention turns firmly back to her phone.

Juliet: There, now feck off, I'm busy!

[UKWF]

As the feed returns to the ringside area, the 'Match of the Day' theme song begins to play on the speakers. Immediately, a section of fans who were in attendance at Genesis begin to boo. This, however, does not seem to faze the young man now standing on the platform, microphone in hand and a cocky smirk on his features. Proudly sporting his Millwall shirt yet again, Gav takes a moment to gaze up at the rising stands of The Cockpit before raising the microphone to his lips:

Gav The Chav: I said this on that video wot I made last week...but in case anybody 'ere missed it...I's gunner say it again!

Gav points at the shapely young blond woman in an impossibly tight dress who just joined him on the ramp.

Gav: You see Shaz 'ere ent dressed for 'rasslin'. You know why that is?! It's 'coz she ent no 'rassler, you cunts!!

The boos from the stands intensify, as a chant of 'YOU SUCK DICK' starts up, directed squarely at the 'Glam' half of the equation. This contributes to make her boyfriend incensed, as he immediately begins to rant up at the crowd about kicking everyone's teeth in. After a long moment, however, he decides finishing his message is more important than challenging the fans in attendance, and manages to collect himself enough to finish:

Gav: That's why I'm keepin' me word an' takin' on them two cunts on me own! If they're man enough, that is. You ask me, they ent nowt but a pair of old poo--

Gav never gets to finish his sentence. A clobber from behind makes him fall to the mat, and a moment later, he is set upon by the dynamic duo of Frank 'D. C.' Wiland and Sterling Everett! Ignoring the cries of a distraught Shazza – as well as her attempts to aim for their man-parts – the duo drag the teenage nuisance down to ringside, throwing him against the corner post before rolling him into the ring to start the match!

[UKWF]

D. C. Wiland & Sterling Everett v Gav The Chav

Having caught their quarry unaware, Wiland and Everett make short work of him. Wiland begs Everett to let him begin so he can have some fun, and Everett promptly complies. Not wasting another second, Wiland hits, in quick succession, a German suplex, a sidewinder suplex, and the leaping forearm smash he calls the Jobber Clobber! He then tags in Everett, audibly instructing him to 'finish the job'.

Everett does not need to be told twice. He picks up Gav and subjects him to his own series of suplexes – in his case, a German, followed by a Saito suplex, then an exploder suplex. He completes the destruction of Gav with his patented Bruiser Suplex, and goes to cover...

...only to find the referee being distracted by Shazza, who is trying to climb onto the apron!

Sterling promptly goes over to set matters straight, but the blonde manages to stall proceedings just enough for her boyfriend to clamber to his feet and grab Everett from behind! Shazza then removes the bottle of perfume from her purse, but the referee spots it and makes her drop it.

This is the opening Sterling needs. He hits Gav with an elbow to the face, then – as the youngster reels back – hits his Birmingham Bomber lariat, nearly knocking his head off his shoulders. Rather than cover, however, he picks up Gav again and walks over to the corner to tag in Wiland. He then performs his Brainsplitter uppercut on Gav, sending him hurtling into the arms of Wiland, who locks in a standing variation of the 25:17 crossface. It does not take long for the barely conscious Gav to start tapping, in what amounts to the shortest and most one sided-match of the night.

WINNERS in 1:45: D. C. Wiland and Sterling Everett

[UKWF]

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, we have received word that, due to difficulties with their visas, both Cindy Warren and Dylan Fall were unable to reach Britain in time for tonight's event. We regret to inform that the scheduled bout between them has, therefore, been cancelled!

The crowd react with mild disappointment, as the feed cuts back to the announce table to catch Baz and Kerry's reactions.

Baz: Well, that's bloomin' disappointin', ent it?

Kerry: Not really, Baz, dear. All we lost was a bout nobody really cared about.

Kerry realises what she just said and lets out a little giggle:

Kerry: Do you see what I did there, darling? 'Bout, about?' Aren't I clever?

Before Baz can reply either way, Katherine speaks up again:

Katherine Kensington: With that said, we do have a little surprise for you...

"No Church in the Wild” by Jay Z and Kanye West hits the PA system in the Cockpit, an unfamiliar sound to the UKWF fans in attendance. They direct their attention towards the empty entrance ramp, as the music continues to play overhead. Eventually a man in a white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and blue jeans steps out onto the ramp.

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome UKWF's newest signing, from right here in London....Levi Daniels!

The crowd cheers at the prospect of a local wrestler, as Levi smiles and begins to walk towards the ring, high-fiving some eager hands along the way. Once in the ring, he walks to the opposite side and grabs a microphone from Katherine as the music begins to die down.

Levi: Hello London!

The crowd cheer.

Levi: Thanks to the wonderful Katherine here..

He points to the popular ring announcer, who smiles as the crowd pop.

Levi: ...you already know my name, and by now you can probably tell where I'm from, but I'm guessing the majority of you don't recognise my face. And that's fine. There's a reason for that, because for the past eighteen months I've been plying my trade on the American independent scene. I've been paying my dues on the other side of the Atlantic. And I was good too, but for now you'll just to take my word on that. But then an opportunity came up. A golden ticket, you might say. A chance to finally wrestle in front of the Great British public!

He points to the crowd, who cheered at the acknowledgement.

Levi: And that was an offer I just couldn't resist. A chance to come home to this fine country. Now America's great, don't get me wrong. But us... WE... We're something special. We're a nation of fish and chips, cups of tea, and the English Premier League!

The crowd cheered, most likely at the latter.

Levi: A nation of stiff upper lips, bad food and even worse weather!

The crowd murmur, not knowing whether to laugh or be insulted.

Levi: It's true, you know it's true. And a nation where to jump the queue is a cardinal sin! And that's what makes us great. You see, I don't mind waiting in line. I understand that right now I'm at the back of the queue here in the UKWF. And I'll work my way along it, right through the card, through the great and good of that locker room.

He pointed back up the entrance ramp.

Levi: Because I know that respect is earned, not given to you on a plate. That’s something I think a lot of people in this business are quick to forget. But I'll earn your respect, if you get behind ME, I'll give you my all, week in, week out. I'll give you a homegrown talent you can be proud of, a wrestler your children can look up to. Not a hairy ogre from the Midlands, like Sterling Everett, or a Lee Nelson wannabe, like the 'Gavster'. I'm a true cockney rebel, a working class hero from London Town! These guys are besmirching our name, destroying our esteemed reputation. But I'm here to take it back, I'm here to put the Great back into Great British wrestling again.

The crowd cheer as Levi pumps his fist.

Levi: Thank you, London! See you all soon.

His music begins to play as he observes the arena one one last time. He hands the mic to Katherine, shakes her hand, and begins to exit amid a chorus cheers and mild applause. A moment later, a video starts up on the arena flatscreen.

[UKWF]

The titantron started showing a video package with a short-haired female wrestler. It was clear by the video that this was not UKWF and that the videos had some years. The woman was wrestling in a very reckless way, showing her breaking chairs and tables and even bottles on her adversaries as well as taking the same treatment. A voice spoke over the images.

Voiceover: This is Green Master. She fought in bars and small wrestling shows all over London. The “Drunken Queen of Hardcore” and, quickly as she arrived… She was gone.

The video showed a couple more images of her, holding titles and getting wins, generally with a bloody face. Then it showed an empty ring before fading to black. Suddenly a video of a slightly older Green Master talking on a backyard started.

Green: Hello ladies and gentlemen, let me have the pleasure to introduce to you to HMW! Hardcore Master Wrestling, live from our backyard! Now, to introduce our wrestlers, give a cheerful welcome to Aurora, Dawn and Moonlight MASTER!

The video panned to two young blond girls and a blue haired one in the middle of the ring. The video zoomed to the blue haired as she looked right into the camera and “But Tonight We Dance” by Rise Against started playing while the image of the girl faded into the blond haired woman known as Aurora Master.

Aurora Voiceover: I am Aurora Master, of The Master Family, The Superior One, the one and only, the greatest living being in the whole planet!

The video started showing the young Aurora falling from the ceiling on to a table and taking bumps and chair shots from her sisters that no one would believe, then grabbing the microphone as it faded to an adult version of her doing the exact same thing. Then it shows her wrestling in GPW and HKW.

Then it goes back to the three young girls in the ring and it zooms on to the girl on her left as it fades to the pink haired woman people know as “Carnival” Dawn Master.

Dawn Voiceover: I’m YOUR Doctor Carnival! The Mad Scientist! The Little Pink Ball of Evil! The High Flyer of death! There’s nowhere I can’t jump off! No joke I won’t make!

It shows the blond girl jumping from ladders and ring posts and then one of her doing a Shooting Star Press from the roof of her house, in mid jump it fades to her doing the same move in GPW. Then it shows a couple more scenes of her highflying style and her finisher, The Master Plan.

The video returned to the three girls, and then it zoomed to the shortest one, a small blond girl with short hair and already defined muscles, as it faded into the giant known as Moonlight “Murderboss” Master.

Aurora Voiceover: We present to you our little sis, The MURDERBOSS! 6 feet, 2 inch, 170 pounds of physical perfection. She is power redefined, she is OUR nuclear weapon!

The video showed the small Moonlight already beating up her bigger sisters, throwing them and even raising them from the ground. She grabbed Dawn and put her over her shoulders as the video faded to the big Moonlight delivering a Master Crush to an opponent. Then it showed her beating up people in GPW. The final shot returned to her kid version, in her backyard, with a bloody face being given a title by her aunt. She holds the title tight as the video changed to the same girl, years later, holding the GPW Valley Championship.

The video showed the three kids in the middle of the ring one last time as it faded to their adult versions in the UKWF ring, right when the song was about to end.

Aurora Voiceover: And we are… THE MASTER SISTERS.

The video ends with a black screen with the words “The Master Sisters” before fading to black.

[UKWF]

Four Corners Tag Team Match: The Bates Society v The Master Sisters v The Australian-American Connection v The Best Of British

The Australian-American Connection come out first. The Bates Society follow soon after, but never make it to ringside - from behind, wielding steel chairs, come Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III – the Best of British! The fans boo their underhanded tactics as they whale away at the hillbillies with the foreign objects, then give the Australian-American Connection a cheer as they try to intercept the dastardly duo. With no more than a glance between them by way of hesitation, Rupert and Nigel raise their chairs aloft, preparing to hit Oscar and Valerie...

...only to find them plucked out of their hands by an arriving Master Sisters! Carnival and Moonlight seem poised to use the weapons against the assailants, but Aurora puts an end to it, ordering them to take them down to ringside instead. In this, they are assisted by the Aus-Am Connection, who grab hold of Rupert while Carnival and Moonlight handle Nigel.

The latter of the two is thrown against the ring steps by a livid Moonlight, while the former is rolled into the ring, to get the match officially under way. Aside from Rupert, forcibly made the legal man, Valerie and Carnival start things off. A moment later, when EMTs appear at ringside carrying stretchers, it becomes clear that the Bates Society is not recovering, and the match is made into a Triangle Tag match instead!

Triangle Tag Team Match: The Master Sisters v The Australian-American Connection v The Best Of British

Immediately, both teams work together to ensure Rupert is neutralised. The blond gets thrown to the ropes, rebounds back into a single-leg dropkick from Valerie, stumbles over the ropes, and falls to the outside, where he becomes a sitting duck for Carnival Master. The missile dropkick from the smallest Master Sister connects flush, and Rupert is rolled back into the ring by Carnival and Valerie.

His threat neutralised, the two women then turn their attention to one another. Valerie strikes first, scooping up Carnival for a powerslam, but the smaller girl evades and hits a dropkick to Valerie's back, which sends her hurtling forward...directly into Oscar's outstretched hand!

At first, Oscar refuses the accidental tag, claiming Valerie should stay in there. That is put an end to, however, when Oscar spots Carnival coming his way. He quickly slips into the ring, just in time to avoid getting tornado DDT'd to the outside. Instead, he gets tornado DDT'd inside the ring, as Carnival quickly rolls over to her feet and pulls off a springboard moonsault! She goes for a cover, but notices both her and Oscar are too close to the ropes, and rolls off the top of him, going over to tag in Moonlight instead.'

Moonlight steps in and picks up Oscar the Grouch, delivering a powerslam. She brings him to his feet again and sets up a powerbomb, but the male wrestler plants his feet, preventing it. Moonlight tries again, but Oscar pulls his own weight down, hindering her. This angers Moonlight, who changes tack and rams Oscar with a clothesline instead!

She then goes to pick her opponent up again, but notices some movement off to the side. Looking over, she sees Rupert Royston-Fellowes conscious, and dragging himself over to his equally recovered partner in the corner. Moonlight drops Oscar and rushes over to try and prevent the tag, but too late! Rupert manages to tag in Nigel, who immediately ascends the turnbuckle and leaps at Moonlight!

That, of course, is a mistake, as the Kensington heir gets caught and dropped with a powerslam from the blond giant. This draws a cheer from Carnival and Aurora, but Moonlight is all business, picking Rupert back up to deliver a powerbomb! Unlike with Oscar, she is successful in dropping her fellow Brit, but has no time to go for the cover, as she is almost immediately accosted by the recovered Oscar!

The German suplex from the American connects flush, but leaves Moonlight flustered. As such, when she returns to her knees, she attempts a spear. Oscar, however, dodges, and when Moonlight turns around, there is a Superkick waiting for her! As the blonde drops to the mat, Oscar hesitates between tagging in Valerie or going for the cover himself. He eventually decides on the latter, but his hesitation costs him, as a recovered Nigel Kensington breaks up the pin!

Valerie is clearly frustrated that her brother-in-law has taken so long to decide, but calms herself down when she sees Oscar is still in control. He has engaged Nigel Kensington in a fist fight, and is matching the Brit blow for blow. Now and again, he tries to go behind his opponent and hit some sort of move, but Nigel keeps him at bay long enough to execute his plan – to sneakily draw Oscar into his corner and tag in Rupert!

By the time the American realises what is going on, it is too late – Hail Britannia has connected, and the legal man, Rupert, is covering with his foot on the ropes! The referee does not see it, and begins the count...but Carnival Master breaks it up!

Clearly angered, Rupert turns on the smaller wrestler...ignoring her larger sister, who happens to be the legal woman. Seeing her sister in what appears to be a precarious situation, Moonlight barrels at Nigel, pinning him to the turnbuckle with a huge spear! As he slides down the 'buckle, she motions for her sister to climb the turnbuckle. Carnival promptly does, and Moonlight throws her onto Oscar, rocket launcher-style...

...but nobody's home! Oscar manages to evade, and scrambles to his feet to tag in Valerie! 

Valerie comes in and immediately adopts a stick-and-move approach against the larger Moonlight. At first, the big woman patiently tries to explore an opening, but eventually, she gets frustrated. She rams Valerie through with a clothesline and tags in Carnival, stating she is 'better at this sort of thing.'

Carnival wastes no time perching on the turnbuckle. She waits for Valerie to get up, then launches off in a seated senton, taking her back down. She rolls through and goes to springboard off the far turnbuckle...but gets thrown off by NK The Third, who makes it seem as though she tripped! This gives Valerie the chance to climb to her feet...but also Rupert, who is still shaking off the cobwebs in what would have been the Bates Society's corner!

Unaware of the blond's recovery, or his partner's cheating, Valerie picks up Carnival and throws her over with a gutwrench suplex! The smaller woman is quick to roll through to her feet, but finds herself at the receiving end of a leaping lariat! Valerie covers, but Carnival kicks out at two!

Still in control, Valerie picks the smaller woman up and delivers a pavement slam! Another cover ensues...but is broken up by Rupert Royston-Fellowes! 

Angered, Valerie rounds up on the blond, hitting him with her patented Valerie Shuffle, a sequence of three punches and a roundhouse kick. The latter sends Rupert flying back to the corner, and as he bounces off, Valerie sets up for The Right Stuff superkick...

...only for Carnival to leap at her and cling onto her back!

Valerie begins to buck wildly, trying to throw Carnival off. Seeing her attempts at dislodging her 'rider' are unsuccessful, Valerie elects instead to trap Carnival's legs, flinging her over her shoulders and delivering a Samoan drop!

With her opponent down, and the fans going crazy in the stands, Valerie looks over at Oscar, who nods. Before the two can network any further, however, Rupert Royston-Fellowes comes barrelling out of the corner...

...directly into a superkick from Valerie!

Displaying swift reflexes, Oscar then enters the ring to catch the blond Best of British member and deliver an inverted DDT! The AA Meeting connects, and Valerie floats over for the cover! Moonlight Master shoots out of her corner, as does Nigel the Third, but the latter is too far away to reach his partner on time, while the first is kept at bay just long enough for Valerie to get the three! UKWF's first-ever tag team match ends with the Australian-American Connection pulling off a win, after an impressive display! As the referee raises Oscar and Valerie's hand, the fans in the stands acknowledge this, giving the brother-and-sister-in-law a rousing cheer!

WINNERS in 16:48: The Australian-American Connection

[UKWF]

As the competitors in the tag match are being led away from the ring, both the commentators and the fans in attendance are startled by the plasma screen above the entrance ramp lighting up.

Everyone’s focus turns to the UKWF tron as it powers on. A disembodied voice kicks in as text scrolls across the screen as thunderous war drums begin booming.

“Built to hunt.”

A pair of blue eyes glare straight ahead as the camera is panned in completely to them. Despite their icy hue, there is clearly a fire burning deep within them.

“Born to fight.”

Flashes of black-wrapped fists striking a heavy bag appear on the tron followed by shots of a wrapped-up, very educated foot striking the very same bag and sending it sliding along the rail which secures it to the overhead. The screen cuts over to a set of more text as the disembodied voice continues:

“Bred to win.”

The next line of shots shows a fighter quite well-known among wrestling fans, Gaia Galanos, hitting her infamous running knee, The Seismós Strike. Then, we see her locking in the Galanos Clutch before we see her taking someone out with her perfect Brainbuster. And, after that, her locking the Sheba Devil Vise on someone while shouting for her opponent to “tap out.” The victim complies reluctantly as he frantically taps out. The screen cuts black as the following words appear being read by Gaia’s Greek-accented voice:

“The most dangerous game begins...”

When these words disappear, two more words appear as they’re read by the original disembodied.

“Two weeks, and counting...”

With that, the tron, once again, cuts off. A moment later, the feed cuts back to the announce table.

Baz: What the bloomin' 'ell was THAT?!

Kerry: I think I know what it was, dear. The Twitter darlings did mention a major independent superstar dropping by...they just did not say it would be her!

Kerry's face contorts in revulsion, as a visibly puzzled Baz attempts to comprehend what is going on. Before he can glean any further insights, however, a theme song starts up, bringing the crowd to their feet and indicating the start of the evening's main event!

[UKWF]

Non-Title Exhibition: Ursula Areano v Skylynn Reed

Evanescence's "Weight of the World" is heard on the sound system. Ursula comes out from behind the curtain. When she gets to the ramp, raises her arms feeling the energy of the crowd. She walks down the length of the ramp, swinging both her hips and her arms.

Katherine Kensington: The following contest is our main event of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri, USA, weighing 125 pounds...URSULA! AREANO!!

Ursula enters the ring and walks over to the ropes, standing on the bottom rope and bending over to smile at the fans in the first few rows. She then gets off the ropes and walks to one side of the ring and waits for the officials to start the match. 

Baz: I likes this big lass. Should be a good scrap 'ere between 'er and the Champion.

Kerry: I don't know, darling. That much muscle on a woman is just...unbecoming. Trust me, I know – there were these girls at my previous company, and they were absolute darlings, but I always thought---

Before Kerry can finish whatever wise insight she had to give on the female body, “Riot” hits the arena, prompting Sky to slowly walk out before the crowd. She flips the hood of her hoodie down and takes slow, deliberate steps to the ring with, her eyes cold and somewhat distant.

Katherine Kensington: And her opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing 129 pounds...she is the UKWF Champion...SKYLYNN! REED!

Upon reaching the ring, Sky unzips her hoodie and tosses it to the crowd then slides into the ring, quickly rising to her feet. Without any further fanfare, she backs into a corner and awaits the bell.

Baz: Wicked! The Champ is 'ere!

Kerry: Don't say that, darling. It reminds me of what happened to poor Sterling...

A woeful sigh is heard from the female announcer, as the two contestants gain the centre of the mat and shake hands, to a rousing reaction from the fans. Then, as the referee gives the sign to begin, the two lock up and begin jockeying for position!

Baz: 'Ere we go, Kerr!

The tie-up goes on for several moments, with the taller yet slender Skylynn not quite able to gain advantage over the more muscular Ursula, or vice-versa. The fans go absolutely wild for the evenly-matched nature of this initial locking of horns, and respond with a rousing cheer when Ursula is finally able to go behind and throw Skylynn over with a suplex! The Champion hits the mat hard, but is back on her feet within moments, and rushing at her opponent! Ursula connects with a flying forearm, then rolls forward onto her feet, to a big ovation from the fans! She holds her arm up to the stands, but has no time to stall, as Skylynn is quickly back on offence! Ursula sidesteps the running single-leg dropkick attempt, then counters it into a jumping neckbreaker! Sky goes down harder than before, and Ursula finally has a few moments to recompose herself!

Baz: Blimey! The big lass ent messin' about, is she?

As the fans' ovation rises in pitch, both women make their way back to their feet. Sky gives Ursula a scorching look, but the Argentinian is not intimidated, and instead calls for a test of strength. Skylynn nods and steps forward, accepting the challenge. The two lock hands in the traditional position, and once again begin to measure power levels against one another.

Kerry: Oh, dear...that was almost mildly exciting for a moment there...

The fans, however, don't seem to entirely agree with the announcer, as the two women's test of strength has them on edge. Much like the tie-up from a few moments before, it is ridiculously even for a long moment, with neither woman being able to break through the other's resistance. At points, it seems as though Skylynn may be about to gain advantage, or Ursula; in the end, however, the two revert back to their initial point, forced to start over by their opponent's efforts.

As such, it is no surprise that the arena explodes again as Ursula breaks through and manages to land a kick to Skylynn's midsection! The Champion doubles over, and Ursula capitalises with a float-over DDT, which takes Skylynn down! The Argentinian is once again graced with a big cheer from the crowd, and this time, takes a moment longer to acknowledge it. She then looks towards the turnbuckle, pointing at it as if asking the crowd if she should. Judging by the reaction from The Cockpit's stands, she absolutely should – and, a moment later, she does!

Baz: Big Lass is goin' up top!

Ursula does, indeed, begin to climb the turnbuckle. However, she never makes it to the top – before she can ascend all the way, a recovered Skylynn comes running from behind, leaps onto the second turnbuckle, and throws Ursula off with a second-rope suplex!

Baz: Cor! Did ya see that, Kerr? Slim little lass like that...!

As Ursula and Sky both hit the mat hard, it appears the Champion may finally have the advantage. She hoists herself up to her feet, with some help from the ropes, then immediately turns around as she feels Ursula clambering to a vertical position herself. The Argentinian barely has time to recover before she is being hit with a springboard diving forearm smash from the Champion!

Baz: That's got ter 'urt!

Skylynn rolls through to her feet quickly and turns around, just in time to catch Ursula getting to her own. This time, the single-leg dropkick connects, and Ursula goes back down! Skylynn is once again quick getting to her feet after the move, and takes to the turnbuckle herself. As such, when Ursula gets to a vertical position, the Champ is waiting with a splash!

Baz: Oof!

Skylynn covers!

ONE!

TWO--

--KICKOUT!

Skylynn's expression indicates she was not expecting the match to end so soon, or with that sort of move. She picks up Ursula Areano and delivers a crisp side belly-to-belly suplex, leading to another cover!

ONE!

TWO--

--Another kickout from Areano!

Baz: This is getting good 'ere, eh, Kerr?

Kerry: Almost, darling. Almost.

Skylynn once again brings Ursula to her feet, this time throwing her towards the far set of ropes. As the Argentinian bounces off, Sky aims for another running dropkick...

...but Ursula dodges!!!

It is Skylynn's turn to connect with the ropes, and it is all she can do to rebound off them. As she picks up momentum, she appears to be running right into a big boot from Ursula Areano...

...but she catches it, and reverses it into a dragon screw leg whip!

The crowd are going absolutely wild as the two women once again take a moment to regroup. Duelling chants of 'YOU GIRLS ROCK' and 'THIS IS AWESOME' emanate from the stands, and bring a smile to either woman's features as they once again hurtle at each other!

This time, Ursula tries to grab Skylynn in a suplex, only for the Champion to leapfrog it. Ursula bounces off the ropes, and Skylynn gives chase...only to get thrown to the outside with a huge back body drop! Not wasting another second, Ursula takes a step back, allowing Skylynn to hit the concrete floor before vaulting over the top rope with a suicide dive! It connects flush, and Skylynn is driven down to the floor!

Baz: BLOOMIN' 'ECK!

The chants for the two ladies intensify as both lie on the floor outside, regaining their bearings after the impacting and dangerous manoeuvre. Inside the squared circle, the referee begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Ursula Areano struggles to her feet!

FIVE!

Areano stumbles towards the apron, as Skylynn begins to stir!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Areano rolls in, breaking the count for herself!

EIGHT!

Skylynn finally makes it to her feet, with the help of the barricade!

NINE!

Skylynn totters towards the apron, slams her hands down on it, hoists herself up...

...and rolls in!

TEN!

Baz: Cor blimey, that was a close'un!

The Cockpit goes absolutely nuts as the referee signals that Skylynn made it back on time, and the match continues. A fresh new batch of chants erupts from the stands.

'WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!'

'THANK YOU LADIES! Clapclap clapclap clap'

The two contestants, however, are arguably too exhausted to even acknowledge the praise. Both Ursula and Skylynn take a long moment to simply lie on the mat, catching their breath and regaining their bearings as they prepare to once again go at one another.

Eventually, both find their way back to their feet, but still they take a moment to rest before resuming the action. The referee takes this time to check with each woman whether she feels all right to continue, a question which is met with an affirmative answer from either contestant. This once again draws a huge ovation from the crowd in attendance, one which both Sky and Ursula acknowledge this time around. Then, for the third time that evening, the two tie up!

This lock up is no different than the other two, as the two women jockey for position for a long moment, with neither gaining advantage. They both now seem to be feeling the effects of their gruelling bout, and maybe that is what allows Skylynn to gain the advantage this time around, breaking through Ursula's defences to land a leg kick. As Ursula flinches, she hits another, then another, finishing with a hard chest kick that sends the Argentinian stumbling back into the ropes. Sky seeks to capitalise with a running clothesline, but Ursula quickly leaps onto the top rope and takes the Champion down with a headscissors! Sky goes sprawling to the mat, and Ursula lets her momentum carry her forward onto the opposite ropes. She springboards onto the top rope and – when Skylynn gives chase, hits her with a tornado DDT! The two women fall to the mat, and Ursula covers!

ONE!

TWO!

..Sky kicks out!

Though visibly frustrated, Ursula rolls off the top of her opponent and patiently waits for her to return to her feet. All the while, she makes her right hand into a fist, which she pulls back, ready to spring into action the minute Skylynn turns around. When that happens, after another moment, Ursula leaps forward with a Fist of Fury...

...that Skylynn somehow dodges!

The crowd goes wild as Skylynn leaps onto Ursula, looking to apply a dragon sleeper hold, then cheer even louder as the Argentinian sits down, breaking the young Champion's concentration as well as her attempted hold!

Baz: Wha' a match, Kerr! Wha' a match!

Kerry: Yes...I must admit, it is not bad! We must be close to the time limit though, mustn't we?

Baz: 'oo gives a toss? Let 'em keep goin' all night if they 'ave ter!

Kerry: UKWF's very first match finished right at the time limit...will that be the case for this one as well?

As Kerry speculates, Ursula has brought Skylynn to her feet and draped her over her shoulders, looking for the Argentine cutter she calls Tempest Turn! She prepares to swing Skylynn...

...but the Champion evades! Ursula turns around quickly...but gets nailed with a superkick by Skylynn! The Bank Shot connects, and a cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE---NO!!!! LAST SECOND KICKOUT!

Baz: Bloody 'ELL, was that close!

Skylynn seems to have a hard time believing it, too, if the expression on her face is any indication. Still, there is nothing to it – the referee indicates it was only a two-count, and the match continues!

Still steaming from the false finish, Skylynn picks Ursula up and nonchalantly throws her against the nearest turnbuckle! The groggy Argentinian bounces off and drops to the mat, and the UKWF Champion looks towards the turnbuckle, a resolute expression on her features.

Baz: I thinks she wants ter end this!

The crowd in attendance senses it too, and gives Skylynn a huge cheer as she begins to ascend the turnbuckle! She reaches the top, turns around...

...and gets pulled off by the leg!!

Baz: Wha' the...?!

Kerry: STERLING! It's STERLING EVERETT!

Baz: An' 'e 'as a chair...?!

Indeed he does – and he promptly wraps it around Skylynn's skull, sending her hurtling down to the mat! The fans shower the Brum Bruiser with boos as the referee calls for the bell, signalling a disqualification! Even Katherine sounds forlorn as she announces

Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, as the result of a disqualification...the UKWF Champion...Skylynn Reed!

WINNER by Disqualification in 22:43: Skylynn Reed

The prim youngster is barely audible, however, above the deafening boos for Sterling. Oblivious – or perhaps immune – to this, the Brum Bruiser raises the chair once again, preparing to exact even more punishment on Skylynn...

...only to be intercepted by a livid Ursula Areano!

Baz: Right on, gel!

The crowd cheer raucously as the two contenders stare each other down...

...before resuming their booing as Ursula, too, gets taken out with a chair!

Baz: Oi! That's just not on!

Kerry: There is only so much a man can take, Barry darling...and Sterling-dear has reached that boiling point!

Indeed, that appears to be the case, as the Brum Bruiser now indiscriminately punishes either Main Event participant with chair shots. He whacks Ursula and Skylynn in turn until he has had his fill, then prepares to make his way backstage once again...

...and this is where he runs into another obstacle, in the form of UKWF General Manager Johnny Ajax!

Baz: It's the gaffer!

Johnny, visibly livid, brings a microphone to his lips to berate Sterling...

...only for the latter to aim a chair shot at Ajax's weakened knee, bringing him to the floor grimacing in pain!

Baz: OI!

A mortified Katherine comes running to check on her husband, gracing Sterling with a glower but not daring to engage him directly for fear of getting laid out herself. The Brum Bruiser is therefore free to make his way to the entrance curtain, where he stands making belt gestures at no one in particular, amid the deafening boos of the crowd at The Cockpit. 

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