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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 16:56:28 GMT
It is Tuesday evening and, as such, it is time for another episode of UKWF programming, streaming on their website as well as the Battleground network. This one, however, has a difference: rather than the usual theme song and intro graphics, only a title card is displayed, featuring the name of the event against a black-and-white background, with absolutely no background sound.
UKWF UNDERCARD HEROES As the feed transitions to the inside of the Cambridge Corn Exchange, the same silence continues to prevail, perhaps drawing puzzled stares from viewers at home. A moment later, however, it all becomes clear, as Katherine Kensington's voice is heard: Katherine Kensington: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. The venue erupts into applause as the camera focuses in on some of the fan posters – many markedly different than usual: #PRAYFORMANCHESTER
MANCHESTER - THOUGHTS & WELL-WISHES KEEP CALM AND SUPERKICK A TERRORIST Another few moments, and the feed transitions to the announce table, where viewers' suspicions are confirmed by an unusually sincere Kerry Buckingham: Kerry Buckingham: A moment of silence for the victims of the Manchester terror attack yesterday evening...UKWF's thoughts are with the victims and their families at this tragic time. By her side, Barry Jones is equally as unusually sombre, simply nodding before adding: Barry Jones: I 'ope everyone who watches us up there is safe an' doin' well! It is Kerry's turn to nod, as Baz attempts to get to matters at hand: Baz: Bu' meanrtime, th' show must go on, as they say...an' ternigh', it's all abou' th' Undercard 'Eroes! Kerry, back to her normal catty self, promptly adds: Kerry: Yes...the ones no one cares about. Baz: Oi! We 'ave a full 'ouse 'ere, Kerr! I reckon at least some o' these people care about 'em...! Kerry: ...if you say so, dear. Baz: An' our Main Event is a Battle Royal ter see who gets ter be the new Broadcast Champion...seein' as that Edwards bloke left it up f'r grabs... Kerry very pointedly stifles an obviously fake yawn, causing Barry to roll his eyes as he attempts to come up with another argument in favour of the show at hand. Before he can do so, however, a theme song begins to echo through the arena speakers, cutting him off and bringing a section of the crowd to their feet. The first superstar of the evening is about to make an entrance! |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 16:58:48 GMT
The lights go out. All is dark and silent for a few moments. Suddenly the intro to Jeff Williams' "Lusus Naturae" begins to play as a spotlight focuses on the ramp. Chris Ghensi walks out in much different attire than we are used to. His black gear replaced with a pair of jeans, a plain t-shirt, and a hat. He slowly walks to the ring and grabs a microphone. He raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak, his voice clearly with no vicious intent behind it, much more relaxed than usual. Ghensi: Oh, how I will miss this. How I will miss hearing that song play as I walk towards this ring. How I will miss the cheers and boos. Years have passed since I first stepped foot in a ring. And now my time in the ring has come to an end. And all I have left to say is thank you. Thank you to the fans. Whether you came to see me kick arse, or see me get my arse kicked, thank you for coming to see me. Thank you the people in the office for letting me shine and prove to myself that even if I was forced to spend two years on the shelf, I could still go. And of course, to my old friends from back in SCU, sincerely, thank you Arcane and Francisco Lopez. You two have been constant inspiration to me, and it was truly an honor for my last match ever to be against Lopez after all we've been through together.He goes to leave, but decides to say one final thing.Ghensi: Regret is a thing I've rarely felt in my life. And memories are some of the greatest things we can have as humans. Rest assured, while I may never step foot in a ring again, I will never regret, nor will I forget, my time inside of it.
At these words, a chant erupts from the stands:
THANK YOU GHEN-SI! THANK YOU GHEN-SI!
While his face betrays the emotion this homage stirs in him, however, Ghensi chooses not to directly address it, instead simply leaving the ring and walk up the ramp, where he is greeted by Lopez. The two shake hands then bring it in for a hug as Lusus Naturae plays Ghensi out of the wrestling world. |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:04:52 GMT
Hana Park v Erik Scorpion
Hana and Erik are in the ring as the bell sounds and the two competitors circle the ring and eventually tie up. Almost immediately, Erik uses his strength advantage and tosses Hana away towards the corner. Hana gets back up to her feet and as she does, Erik comes charging towards the corner and misses with a splash attempt, which gives Hana an opening. She turns Erik around and immediately starts to kick Erik in the chest as the ref starts a five count. At the count of four, Hana backs off of Erik who comes out of the corner and is met with spinning back fist by Hana which causes him to stumble into the ropes. Erik comes off the ropes and when he does, is met with a dropkick by Hana that drops him and Hana immediately goes for a cover. 1...kickout! Hana puts Erik into a seated position and hits the ropes. Hana comes off the ropes and looks for a kick to the head of Erik, but he drops down and grabs Hana and goes for a rollup. 1...2...kickout!
Both competitors make it back up to their feet and the first to make a move is Erik who grabs Hana by the arm and sends her into the ropes. Hana comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Erik and stops in her tracks as she delivers a jumping neckbreaker to Erik and then follows it up with a running senton before going for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Hana then climbs to the top rope, but Erik quickly rolls out of the ring causing Hana to jump off back to the mat. Hana hits the ropes and comes charging towards Erik and looks for a suicide dive, but Erik hits Hana with a European uppercut as she starts to come through the ropes. Erik hops up to the ring apron and grabs Hana and looks to hit a suplex, but Hana slips out onto the floor and sweeps the legs of Erik causing him to crash hard onto the apron. Hana rolls Erik into the ring and climbs back up to the top rope and launches herself hitting a flying senton and goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout!
Hana picks Erik back up to his feet and sends him into the corner. Hana comes charging in after him and is met with a back elbow that staggers her back. Erik hops up to the middle turnbuckle and launches himself hitting Hana with a flying European uppercut which staggers Hana back into the opposite corner. Erik immediately follows up his advantage by charging in and delivering a forearm smash to his opponent and then following it up with a belly to belly suplex. Erik presses his advantage by hitting the ropes and hitting Hana with a running senton and going for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Erik picks Hana up and sends her into the ropes. Hana holds onto the top rope, but Erik charges in and hits her with a clothesline that sends Hana over the top rope onto the floor as her face bounces off the ring apron staggering her back. Erik sees this and immediately hits the ropes and comes charging and dives through the middle and top rope hitting Hana with a suicide dive before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring.
Erik heads to the top rope and connects with a diving elbow drop and goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Erik puts Hana into a seated position and hits ropes and delivers a kick to the side of Hana’s head and again goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Erik immediately picks Hana up and looks to hit an exploder suplex, but Hana lands on her feet after the throw and when Erik turns around, he is met with two quick, hard palm strikes to the chest which Hana calls Haduken! Erik stumbles back and immediately, Hana hits Erik with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that drops him. Hana quickly drops for a cover. 1...2...kickout!
Hana immediately climbs to the top rope and as soon as Erik is up on all fours, she launches herself and delivers Mass Effect! Hana doesn’t go for a cover though and instead picks Erik up into a seated position and signals for Ninja’d! Hana comes off the ropes and looks to hit her signature Shining Wizard, but Erik ducks under the move and grabs Hana by the tights as he makes it back to his feet. Erik spins Hana around and delivers a lifting single underhook DDT and goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Erik picks Hana up and signals for the Stinger. He grabs Hana by the neck and twists her around holding her there for a few moments before dropping her with his signature neckbreaker before going for the cover.
1...
2...
3!
And Scorpion picks up a hard-fought win!
WINNER in 10:32: Erik Scorpion |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:10:07 GMT
The people that work at the Cambridge Corn Exchange had never seen quite the display it was seeing now. Six men in matching black and silver military uniforms surround four women as they walk down the hall. Two of the women are dressed similar to the men in black dresses with silver lining and follow the other two women.. One woman is dark-skinned and has long black braids while the other has bright white skin and platinum blonde hair in an elaborate braid. Sarah Selena Lacklan: There must be SOMEONE around here who is not some penniless pauper! The girl with the white skin and hair is none other than the Red Queen herself, one of UKWF’s newest signings. The dark-skinned girl rolls her eyes. Kenzi Grey: They’re not ALL penniless. Some of them might be important. Maybe. Sarah’s eyes, the irises an unnatural red, widen and she points at a person carrying an official UKWF clipboard. Sarah Selena Lacklan: You! Random worker! I am in need of your attention! The poor backstage worker is swallowed up by Sarah and her retinue, quickly finding himself in th sea of black and looking down at the two short women. Sarah Selena Lacklan: I require time with my partner tonight. Where may I find Edaeya? The poor backstage worker looks down at his clipboard but looks confused. Backstage Worker: Huh...well… Sarah Selena Lacklan: Well...what?! Backstage Worker: She never checked in. Sarah’s eyes widen in fury. Sarah Selena Lacklan: SHE WHAT?! She snatches the clipboard out of the hands of the worker and hands it to Kenzi, who looks over it. Sarah then raises her hands and uses several intricate signals and, without any words spoken, two of the men in military black pick him up and move him out of the circle before returning. Kenzi Grey: Sorry, babe. It says that they have called her a lot over the week but she isn’t around. Sarah looks furious. Sarah Selena Lacklan: She did it to me again?! GAH! She stamps her foot, a ruby and diamond slipper showing underneath her silk dress. Sarah Selena Lacklan: This is the LAST TIME I offer a cup of coffee with that woman! Now what I am going to do? Kill both Wiland and Tillman by myself?! GAH! The little ball of fury stalks off, half of the bodyguards following. But a gleam comes to the eye of the Hexx star. Taking a pen, Kenzi crosses off the name “Lacklan/Edaeya” and writes, in broad letters: TEAM KICKASS |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:10:34 GMT
Team Kickass (Sarah Lacklan & Kenzi Grey) v The Dynasty (Jack Tillman & DC Wiland)
With the crowd still reeling from the surprise of seeing LAW Hardcore Champion Kenzi Grey in a British ring, Tillman and Grey's life partner, Sarah Lacklan, step forward to start the match.
As soon as the two face off, it becomes apparent that there will be no love lost in this match. Nor is it going to be a technically sound masterpiece. No, this is going to be a brawl – or, at least, that is the direction Sarah Lacklan takes things in early on. No sooner has the bell rung than she engages Tillman with palm strikes to the nose, catching the Dynasty member before he has time to put his defences up. Caught unaware, Tillman reels back, and Lacklan transitions into stiff kicks to the side of each of her opponent's legs, clearly looking to throw him even more off-balance. In this, she is only moderately successful – but still enough to throw Tillman off, allowing her to connect with a kick to his midsection! The Dynasty rookie bends over in agony, and Lacklan promptly tosses him face-first onto the mat!
With Kenzi cheerleading from the corner, and assuring her she is 'doing good' and to 'keep it up', Lacklan promptly bends over to grab at her opponent's hair and bring him back up to his feet. As she does so, however, Tillman springs back to life, bursting to his feet with a European uppercut which catches the Red Queen completely by surprise. It is Sarah Lacklan's turn to go reeling backwards, semi-conscious, as Tillman follows up his spell of offence with a running dropkick. Lacklan is sent spiralling into the ropes, and the Dynasty rookie does not hesitate – he nails her with a Pele kick, throwing her over the ropes and to the outside!
The crowd give a small cheer for the impressive sequence, which Tillman acknowledges with a raised arm as the referee starts a count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Sarah Lacklan begins to stir on the outside.
FIVE!
SIX!
Sarah scrambles to her feet
SEVEN!
She hoists herself up onto the apron!
EIGHT!
She slides into the ring! Tillman still has his back turned!
A shout from DC Wiland alerts the rookie – but just a second too late, as Lacklan connects with a snap kick to the back of his knee! Tillman cries out in agony as he goes down, but Sarah shows no mercy, instead sliding in to grab her fellow rookie's leg, attempting a submission manoeuvre! Tillman is quick enough to roll over onto his back and swat her away with his free leg, but the Red Queen quickly catches herself, and as the Dynasty rookie attempts to scramble to his feet, nails him with a kick to the face! Tillman cries out in agony once more as he goes down, and Lacklan covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---Kickout from Tillman!
Despite the – mostly instinctual – kickout, however, the journeyman rookie is still far from in the clear. Much to the contrary, Sarah Lacklan has the upper hand – and she promptly seeks to make it count by applying an armbar!
In spite of his grogginess, however, Tillman is still just about conscious enough to slip out of this, and instantly pushes through his dizziness to scramble to his feet. He hits the ground running, and heads for the ropes on the opposite side, clinging onto them gratefully as he attempts to catch a breather.
Sarah Lacklan, however, does not seem willing to give him the opportunity to do so, as proven by the fact that she promptly steps in to engage her opponent yet again. Like before, however, Tillman is ready, and connects with an elbow to the Red Queen's nose, which makes both herself and Kenzi Grey gasp. As the guest star indignantly asks the Dynasty member 'how dare he', Tillman moves in yet again, and takes advantage of Lacklan's grogginess to connect with an STO! The move hits, and the journeyman covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---Kenzi to the rescue!!
It appeared as though Sarah might not have needed a save made for her, but the LAW Hardcore Champion is clearly leaving nothing to chance, and promptly bails out her Queen. In spite of this, however, Sarah is by no means out of the woods, as Tillman retains control and – most importantly – is now free to dictate the pace of the match.
It comes as no surprise, then, that he seems to be in no hurry as he brings Sarah to her feet and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex. The move hits crisply, and Tillman stays on top for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!
Kenzi was coming again, but this time around, her intervention was not necessary – Sarah kicked out of her volition. Even still, however, the Red Queen finds herself in the same predicament from before – namely, that her opponent is well in control of the operations.
Himself well aware of this, Tillman is in no rush to continue his spell of offence. Instead, he rolls off the top of Sarah Lacklan, allowing her to push herself to her feet on her own...only for Tillman to step in and trap her in a dragon suplex! The Red Queen is helpless to resist the move, and Tillman flings her into The Dynasty's corner!
Seeing an opportunity to get some rest, Jack stretches out his hand as he walks over to his corner, letting fellow globe-trotter and experienced half of the team, D. C, Wiland, in on the action. And judging by the crowd's reaction, this was not at all a bad decision on his part, as the Corn Exchange erupts as the cult icon steps into a wrestling ring for the first time in a long time!
The question on everyone's mind as D. C. takes to the ring, however, has to do with whether he will be suffering from ring rust. And the 'Chocolate Flavour' promptly seeks to dispel that particular notion, as he pins the Red Queen to his team's corner and begins to punish her with chops. The crowd chant along to each strike with the traditional 'woo', clearly delighted to see Frank in a UKWF ring in a full-time capacity.
Sarah is, however, far from defeated, and seeks to connect with knee strikes to Wiland's midsection, attempting to wear him down even as she gets chopped. Quite a few of these manage to land, rocking Wiland, but the 'Chocolate Flavour' is quick enough to bounce back, surging forward with his trademark forearm smash, the 'Jobber Clobber'! Lacklan therefore finds herself pinned to the corner post once more, as Wiland takes a step back, before lunging in once again, this time with a Superman punch...
….WHICH SARAH DODGES!!!
As Wiland's fist connects only with the turnbuckle padding, he turns around in surprise...to see Sarah Lacklan halfway across the mat, and making a dash for her corner! Wiland takes off after her, lunging wildly at her leg, but is just too late to prevent the inevitable; Sarah throws herself into the corner, and makes the tag to Kenzi Grey!
The crowd roars as the LAW Hardcore Champion takes to the ring and immediately makes a beeline for Wiland. She swings a clothesline, but Frank is ready, ducking underneath it as he dashes for the ropes directly opposite. He bounces off and lunges at Kenzi with a superkick, but it is the guest star's turn to dodge, spinning out of the way deftly. Frank pumps his own brakes and promptly turns around once more...but just too late, as he gets caught with a heel kick by Kenzi! The veteran grappler goes down, and the guest star wastes no time putting the boot to him, as if to punish him for what he had been trying to do to her Queen.
This, predictably, brings the referee over to tell Kenzi to stop – something which she does not take to very kindly. She makes a point of letting the referee know exactly who she is, even as the official displays his usual unflappable attitude, not seeming at all intimidated by Kenzi's antics.
In the midst of all this, however, it ends up being Wiland who capitalises. Kenzi's spat with the referee gives the 'Chocolate Flavour' time to recover, and he reaches in to pull the LAW star into a rollup! A somewhat gleeful-looking referee drops down and counts!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO!! Sarah makes the save!!
Returning the favour her girlfriend had done to her earlier in the match, the Red Queen prevents the match from ending, as she stomps on Wiland's arm, giving Kenzi an opening to kick out.
Even still, as Lacklan is escorted to her corner by the referee, it is Wiland who is in control. He takes advantage of Kenzi's grogginess to hit a double-knee backbreaker, flooring her, then immediately rolls through to his own feet and connects with a standing moonsault! Kenzi is not quite quick enough to evade, and Wiland hooks the leg for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Kenzi kicks out!
This time, Sarah's assistance was not necessary – but even still, Wiland retains control. He wastes no time rolling through to his feet after the moonsault, and even less pulling Kenzi back up to her feet. As he brings her to a vertical position, he pulls her closer, looking for the package piledriver he calls the Pleb Killer...
...only to let out a yelp a moment later, his hand shooting to the side of his neck!
Unsure of what happened, the crowd gasps, but Kenzi sees her chance. Taking advantage of her position, she connects with a surreptitious low blow, bringing Wiland to his feet with another scream; then, as the veteran clutches his injured nether regions, she vaults over him, wrapping her legs around his neck as she leaps through the air. Wiland therefore finds himself wrapped in a headscissors, which – a moment later – becomes a DDT, as Kenzi completes The Blockbuster! The Hollywood star then promptly rolls over onto her stomach to cover!
ONE!
Jack Tillman springs out of the corner!
TWO!
Sarah Lacklan springs out of hers and meets him halfway, dropping him with a vicious right hook! The Cop Killa connects, and Tillman goes down, just as the referee counts...
THREE!!
And Team Kickass pick up an unlikely victory!
WINNERS in 11:11: Team Kickass (Sarah Lacklan & Kenzi Grey
After the match, the two women celebrate together in the ring, conveniently choosing to ignore the chorus of boos being issued at them from all corners of the Corn Exchange. As they retreat up the ramp, they similarly display perhaps unwarranted swagger, Kenzi in particular pretending to sign autographs as she goes. By the time they disappear through the curtain and to the back, they by no means have the approval of the crowd - but they do have the satisfaction of a job well done. |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:11:56 GMT
As we open back up to the ring, Baz Jones and Katherine Kensington are standing in the ring with a new face to UKWF. A man who the UKWF Twitter introduced to us as “The Scottish Terrier” Davey-Boy O’Brien. The young man has a bright smile on his face as his wrestling coach, Baz Jones, proudly stands by his side. As Katherine Kensington starts us off, the crowd buzzes.
Katherine Kensington: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am here with UKWF’s newest signing “The Scottish Terrier” Davey-Boy O’Brien. First of all, welcome to UKWF, Davey.
Davey-Boy O’Brien: Thank ye, hen.
For a second, Katherine isn’t quite sure what he said, but she realizes there was “thank you” in there so she just begins her questioning.
Katherine Kensington: Over social media, specifically Twitter, you have made it quite apparent that not only are you excited about being signed by UKWF, but cannot wait to compete in your first match. Can you expand on your goals as a professional wrestler?
Davey-Boy O’Brien: Aye, Katherine. Ah am ‘ere to live out muh dreams. Ah’ve been patiently waitin’ an’ workin’ like a fur muh opportunity an’ ‘ere it is. One day, Ah’m gonna’ ‘ave a square go with the United Kingdom Champyun, but that ain’t to say Ah think Ah’m ready jus’ yet. I ain’t ‘ere to jus’ cut around, and be jus’ another loon in the crowd. Ah mean, ahbaw this moustache! It’s pure magic! I cannae jus’ be another face in the crowd.
The charismatic youngster twirls the tips of his mustache in almost a pose as he suddenly seems to be over with the crowd as they’ve already started a chant for him:
“MAGIC MOUSTACHE! Clap-clap Clap-clap-clap! MAGIC MOUSTACHE! Clap-clap clap-clap-clap!”
However, before he can finish twirling his mustache, he is rudely interrupted by a voice from off-camera:
Voice: Oi, bruv!
Katherine and Davey Boy both instinctively look off-camera, each of their brows furrowing almost immediately as a figure swaggers into view, a wide smirk on his features. As the two continue to glare, he runs a finger over his upper lip, scoffing:
Man: Wozzis, then? You look like a right bellend, mate!
He chuckles.
Man: You ever seen an ‘ard man with one o’ them? Nah, blud. Proper ‘ard men ‘ave beards...like me!
The man proudly runs his fingers through what can be charitably described as peach fuzz growing on his chin and sides, as Davey Boy shoots him another glare. The Scotsman has clearly had enough, and politely requests Katherine’s microphone to address the newcomer.
Davey-Boy O’Brien: ‘Mon then, goon. If yur such a solid man, ain’t ye gonna waltz yur dafty erse to this ring an’ prove it? Muh moustache could beat ye down. We ain’t gotta even get started on that reekbeek fuzz ye call a beard.
Gav the Chav - for that is who the speaker is - puffs out his chest:
Gav the Chav: You wanner go, mate? Huh? Bad man, is ye? ‘Ard man? Com’on then!
Davey-Boy O’Brien: Solid man, I think ye mean. Solid man with the magic moustache!
Once again, he twirls his mustache and poses as the crowd begins chanting “Magic Moustache” again, angering Gav the Chav just that much more. Davey-Boy then takes off his shirt and prepares to fight wearing just a pair of jeans and his work boots before holding the ropes for Gav to enter the ring.
Perhaps surprisingly, the council estate hero wastes no time doing just that, and continues to taunt at Davey-Boy as the two face off. A moment later, and after consulting her ear piece, Katherine Kensington declares:
Katherine Kensington: Ladies and gentlemen, this bout has just been officially approved by UKWF management!
The crowd gives a small cheer as Katherine turns to the two men in the ring, giving them her brightest smile:
Katherine Kensington: Gentlemen...proceed.
And they do.
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:12:58 GMT
Gav The Chav v. "The Scottish Terrier" Davey-Boy O'Brien
As Katherine Kensington and Baz Jones are getting out of the ring, a referee comes jogging down the ramp. Davey-Boy begins stretching in the corner as the referee is getting in. He makes the mistake of turning his back on his opponent though. Naturally, Gav the Chav jumps right on that by attacking him in the corner with a series of punches. Davey gets turned around enough that he just begins getting stomped into the corner until he’s in a seated position. When the referee finally backs him away, Gav pushes past him once more to get one final shot in: a slap across the face.
”OHHH!”
Davey-Boy gets back to his feet and glares at Gav while holding his cheek. He doesn’t let it bother him for very long as the referee asks him if he’s ready to fight. He nods and the referee calls for the start of the match. Gav walks toward the center of the ring with his hands up, looking for a knuckle lock, but when Davey-Boy goes to oblige, Gav goes low with a kick to the gut, doubling his opponent over. Gav smirks and the crowd lets him know how much they don’t appreciate his antics.
Gav just runs the perpendicular ropes and catches Davey-Boy with a kneelift, sending Davey-Boy back against the ropes. Gav catches him with a headbutt then turns him and tosses the youngster out of the ring to the outside. The Chav then pulls Davey to his feet while jaw-jacking at some of the fans then Irish whips him directly into the ring steps shoulder first.
Gav puts some boots to Davey-Boy before tossing Davey back into the ring before the referee reaches 7 on his count. Gav pursues and the second he gets in, Gav locks in a rather sloppy sleeper lock on Davey-Boy. He’s able to get his arm underneath the chin though and get it locked in.
When it seems like Davey-Boy is just going to give up, he begins pounding his leg against the canvas and, sure enough, the crowd begins to get behind him. It seems as though he comes back to life at that point and begins to work his way to his feet. He shifts his hips behind Gav and suddenly comes to life as he twirls his mustache before reversing the sleeper lock into a textbook back suplex!
Gav comes down hard, but both men are immediately back on their feet. Only Gav finds himself in a very bad situation as he eats a right European Uppercut, followed by a left European Uppercut, then another right European Uppercut! Davey isn’t finished as he spins in a discus motion and clobbers Gav with a stiff forearm shiver! A sequence he calls A Square Go. Only the shot doesn’t send him down, it sends him bouncing back-first off the ropes. When he rebounds, Davey-Boy immediately lifts him into a fireman’s carry and initiates an Airplane Spin!
WHOOOOOOOOOA-OHHHHHHHH!
As he spins faster and faster, the crowd chants along. At some point, he sets Gav down on his feet and both men are suddenly stumbling around dizzily. As both men turn toward one another O’Brien levels Gav with a sickening headbutt!
OHHHH!
Gav falls immediately like a sack of potatoes and Davey-Boy drops immediately afterward in a pile atop his opponent as the referee shrugs and drops down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The referee checks on Davey-Boy who slowly gets to his feet, holding his aching head. When he’s announced the winner, his eyes brighten up and he grins as the referee raises his hand and points toward him.
WINNER in 4:32: Davey-Boy O’Brien!
After recovering from his own finishing move, Davey-Boy celebrates by scaling one of the turnbuckles and twirling his mustache in a pose as the crowd cheers him on. |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:17:43 GMT
The Titantron shows an exotic beach with beautiful clear blue water and a couple palm trees here and there. The camera pans around until it stops and focus on three girls resting in the sand.
It’s clear from the beginning that the three girls are, in fact, The Master Sisters, which made the vocal audience to boo the, probably, pre-recorded video. The boos get louder when the camera shows that the Tag Team titles are being used as cup bases for blue, pink and green cocktails.
Aurora holds the blue cocktail and takes a sip, then she finally turns to the camera and smirks.
Aurora: How are you, UKWF? Missed us? We sure missed you! And we’re going to keep missing you more because we’re on vacations. Right now, we’re at the Bahamas, but don’t worry, we’ve been to a lot more places, while your poor asses stay confined to Good, old, very old Britain. I mean, we’ve been to Machu Picchu, Madrid, Lisbon, Luxemburg…
Carnival: Tokio.
Moonlight: Berlin.
Carnival: Paris!
Moonlight: We surfed in Hawai, that was… fun… for you, I guess…
Carnival: Not my fault you’re fat as fu*BEEP* and go right to the bottom.
Aurora: That’s right, and we’re not even done, we’re going to Egypt next week as well! Being rich is awesome. But don’t worry, don’t worry at all, we know UKWF’s main source of income is YOUR, yes… YOUR! Tag Team Champions!!!!
Aurora pauses, as if she knew that audience would burst into boos, which it certainly does, and then continues.
Aurora: THE Master Sisters. So, we’ll be back by next show.
Carnival: Don’t cry too hard! Beating up Aussie-American connection so hard they’d disappear from wrestling all together was hard.
Moonlight: Not really.
Carnival: Eh… I guess not. But then all tag teams started running away, it stopped being fun, who are we going to beat the SHIT*beep* out of now?
Moonlight: The divas?
Carnival: Meh… Which is why we’re on vacations!
Moonlight: To not beat up the Divas?
Aurora and Carnival stared at Moonlight, who just shrugged.
Carnival: No, man! To let the division build up, let more people we can beat up arrive so we go there like: “HEY BROWSKYS HERE’S A CHAIR TO YO FACE GOODNIGHT AND GOOD EASTER!”
Aurora: Well, I guess that’s one way of putting it.
Moonlight: I just really wanted to go on vacation…
Aurora: Whatever. Here’s the main thing, UKWF’s teams, next show we’re back. So enjoy the little spotlight you’re having while we’re away, because when we return you all will be second place!
The sisters all grab their cocktails and give a cheer while the video fades to black.
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:21:19 GMT
The image cuts to static for a few seconds until a steady image appears on screen. At first, it seems to be an empty place, completely dark and devoid of any sound. Then, the sound of steps can be heard from a distance, followed by the sound of metal scratching on the floor. After a couple of seconds, that seemed like they were minutes, a pair of black boots appear on screen with a chair behind. The person unfolded the chair and proceeded to sit down.
After a light sigh, whoever is sitting in front of the camera, cares enough to pick it up and hold it steady to his face. Only that his face is covered by a mask. As he twists his head a bit, he starts talking.
Man: This place used to be filled with all time greats, I mean… just look at the alumni section an’ tell me who in that page isn’t World Champion caliber. Well, there might be some… but the point is… UKWF needs an injection. They need someone who will not only add to their star power, but also show the kids what it means to be… The last… of a kin’…
A loud pop could be heard from the crowd in Cambridge as the person holding the camera take off his mask revealing himself as none other than “The Last of his Kind”… Adam… Adonis. He smirks and then proceeds to continue, one of the things he does best, running his mouth.
Man: For those wonderin’ who am I… look no further than the pop I received just by sayin’ what I usually say. But no… ‘am not the hero you might think I am, judgin’ the reaction. ‘am more of the person that will kick someone’s ass an’ then laugh at their misfortune. But, you already knew that…
He hangs his head and then brings it back up as he speaks.
Man: I mean, some of you might… some of you know what you’re gettin’ when you see me cross that curtain. Force Pro already knows it, HELL knows it, the people in FFP knows it… hell… the whole world knows what kin’ of wrestler I am… yet… someone dared to ask… ‘Who am I?’ Like I was some kin’ of newbie who has done nothin’… like I have nothin’ to say or do… so… for the so called ‘Red Queen’… who I don’t know why she call herself that way, when she doesn’t rule over anythin’ an’ more importantly… NO ONE cares ‘bout her… I hope your albino ass is ready for what’s comin’… for the rest of the UKWF… ‘AM… BACK!
After that the scene fades to static once more, before cutting back to the arena. |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:43:58 GMT
Faith Rivers v GOZOKU
The bells sounds to signal the beginning of the match. Both competitors circle each other as the referee stands off to the side, looking for an opening. Rivers makes the first move when she deems it appropriate, going for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. However, knowing she’d almost certainly be outmatched in a test of strength, she shifts her position at the last possible second, ducking underneath and latching onto GOZOKU from behind. GOZ still manages to back her up into the corner, and willingly breaks the hold before the referee can begin his warning.
But rather than opt for a clean break, he spins around and smacks Rivers across the face with a disrespectful slap. The fans jeer as GOZOKU smirks to himself, cockily strutting to the other side of the ring as Rivers shakes the cobwebs and checks her mouth for blood, then nods as she gets into a prepared position once again. This time, she waits for GOZOKU to make a move… he does, rushing at the young blonde with a knee strike.
...Rivers is swift enough to react like a cat, sidestepping the move and using her opponent’s own momentum to push him sternum-first into the corner. She quickly rolls him up into a pinning position.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--GOZOKU powers out of the unexpected pin with fury.
Slightly embarrassed that it was almost over that quick, he appears to be on the verge of seething as he spots a few front row fans laughing at the situation. He wastes little time taking back control of the match, catching Rivers off guard and trapping her in a side headlock. He doesn’t leave it at that, however, as he rakes her in the eyes for good measure. Fans shower the Japanese competitor as he takes advantage of the opening he’s made for himself… he shifts to a rear waist lock before tossing his smaller opponent across the ring with a vicious release German suplex. Faith Rivers crumples in a heap by the ropes, until she finds herself getting dragged into the middle of the ring for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Rivers rolls her shoulder off the canvas.
GOZOKU stays on the offensive, delivering multiple slaps to the back of Rivers’ head before rebounding off the ropes and driving the air from her lungs with a running elbow drop to the chest. Another pin attempt follows shortly after.
ONE!
TWO!
Rivers kicks out once more…
...only to find herself in a binding sleeper hold. With the thought of losing to the Floridian in a six person tag match still fresh in his mind, GOZOKU seems intent on making her suffer… he drives a few sharp, stinging elbows into the top of her head with his free arm. Rivers grunts in pain after the third shot, clasping her hands to the forearm buried under her chin to try and pry it free. Audience members clap their hands and stamp their feet to try and will her on…
...somehow, she finds the strength inside her to break free of the sleeper hold and spring to her feet. She uses the element of surprise to her advantage, catching GOZOKU square in the side of the head with a skull-rattling enziguri. Stunned, he falls to the canvas, and Rivers flops on top of him for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
He powers out of the pin attempt, much to the audience’s dismay… as well as Faith’s. She doesn’t take it to heart, though, acknowledging that she needs to stay on top of her opponent to keep the momentum swinging her way. She waits eagerly for GOZOKU to climb to his feet, then pounces… she dashes at him with a running knee lift, catching him square in the mouth. However, she’s not done there… as GOZOKU staggers backwards, Rivers launches herself into the air and takes the big man down with a beautifully-executed hurricanrana. The force of which propels GOZOKU from the ring.
Fans cheer and whistle with approval as Faith is left in the ring by herself, with her opponent leaning on the ring apron to collect his thoughts… he appears to be severely rattled by the sudden burst of offense displayed by the Miami native. The referee approaches the ropes as he begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!
Rivers looks around at the fans and flashes her pearly white smile… one can read it on her face, she has something big planned.
THREE!
She rebounds off the ropes, charging full-speed toward the ropes as she launches herself into a baseball slide…
...but she finds herself caught in GOZOKU’s vice-like grip! While he was certainly thrown off by the combination of moves, he played it up to the umpteenth degree to sucker Faith in! With her opponent clutching her ankles in his under arms, Faith Rivers is helpless… With as much force as he can muster, GOZOKU swings Rivers 180 degrees, sending her crashing head-first into the security barrier! The fans in attendance collectively gasp as Rivers falls limp to the arena floor, with GOZOKU admiring his handiwork. The referee jumps out of the ring to berate him, ordering him back into the ring. GOZOKU happily complies, rolling under the bottom rope and rising to his feet to bask in the jeers raining from the disgusted Cambridge crowd.
The referee checks on Rivers, who still hasn’t moved. GOZOKU shouts at the referee, demanding that he get back into the ring and begin the count. With a look of concern, the official has little choice but to do his job…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Rivers remains motionless. Anxious fans become restless.
FOUR!
FIVE!
GOZOKU strides to the far corner and arrogantly lies across the top rope.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Rivers begins to stir on the floor. Fans chant and cheer, trying to will her to her feet.
EIGHT!
NINE!
Rivers realises where she is and hears the referee’s count. On spaghetti legs, she makes a mad dash for the ring.
TE--
She’s made it! Faith Rivers has managed to slide under the bottom rope with half a second to spare…
...her reward? Knee shots from an annoyed GOZOKU, straight to her already-injured head. The referee separates the two before asking Rivers if she wants to continue. She climbs to her feet, her body language clearly indicating her disinterest in giving up. GOZOKU attempts to swat her down with a roundhouse kick…
...but Rivers ducks through her opponent’s legs, and connects with a spinning heel kick to the back of GOZOKU’s head. He flops face-first into the mat, stunned by the shot… as he rolls over onto his back, rather than go for a pin, Rivers decides to climb the nearest turnbuckle. The fans cheer her on as she launches herself from the top rope into a corkscrew moonsault… fans of Rivers will recognise it as her “Faithfully” signature maneuver.
But it doesn’t find its target! GOZOKU is able to roll out of the way to avoid contact with the move, and Rivers hits the canvas hard. She climbs to her feet, possibly out of instinct, and finds herself in position for the Last Hazard. Having witnessed the move’s devastating power at All Killer, No Filler when her partner was taken out with it, Rivers realises she has to find a way out of the hold or she’ll certainly face defeat.
She manages to wriggle free, and tries to put an end to the match herself with her Faithful finisher. GOZOKU pushes her off against the ropes, and as she rebounds, he catches her flush with a disorientating forearm strike. This time, he’s able to hit the Last Hazard without trouble and keep her leg hooked for a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
WINNER in 13:45: GOZOKU
The audience boos as the bell sounds, with the sound of “Trapanese” blasting throughout the arena. GOZOKU climbs to his feet and demands that the official raises his arm in victory. He turns to leave, glancing over his shoulder for a split second at his defeated opponent lying on the canvas behind him. Noticing her stirring, he snarls to himself… and instead of taking a walk back to the locker room, he decides it’s better to leave her motionless.
Despite the referee’s discouragement, GOZOKU returns to scoop Rivers up, getting her into position for a second Last Hazard. Then, all at once, fans leap to their feet and roar with approval…
...Jennifer “Okami” Chase sprints down the ramp, coming to the aid of Faith. The very same woman who laid GOZOKU out in Norfolk slides under the bottom rope, ready to throw fists… but GOZOKU isn’t interested in scrapping with her today. He drops Rivers to the canvas and slides out the other way. Chase follows his movements from between the ropes as he slowly makes his way around the ring, both wrestlers exchanging a slew of heated words between each other.
Chase returns to the middle of the ring to check on Rivers, who assures her she’s okay, before glaring back at GOZOKU with intensity. GOZOKU stands unfazed at the top of the entrance ramp, with a sly grin on his face. |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:47:50 GMT
The wailing of three chords echo across the arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy of boos as the camera pans around, catching glimpses of a few different members within the crowd. All who are booing or have their thumbs pointed down. "When I look at you." As those words serenade the crowd continuously, the camera returns to the entrance tunnel where Gaia Galanos is standing there with her cold gaze locked on the center of the ring from underneath the veil of the very same blood-stained towel from her match with Pat Gordon, Jr. Despite the booing and jeering from the crowd, Galanos makes her way to the ring, ignoring anyone who attempts to yell at her or grab at her. Meanwhile, the music takes a more metallic atmosphere. One fan almost successful slaps her arm, but she just smacks their hand away before continuing up the ring steps and across the apron. Galanos abruptly rips the hanging towel off of her head, and, for a long moment, her icy blues glare out toward the crowd before entering the ring. She gets a microphone then takes centerstage: Gaia Galanos: For the past few months, love it or hate it, I have carved a path of destruction into not only the UKWF, but outside of it as well. The crowd boos her causing her to point out toward them. Gaia Galanos: You boo me, sure, but you all realize one thing when tickets go on sale: Gaia Galanos is going to put on a damn wrestling clinic. I have defeated anyone and everyone I have fought in this ring whether it be singles OR tag team competition, and I am still undefeated in singles competition in the UKWF. All the while, I have never asked for anything despite my record. Despite my feats. And, despite the rising ticket sales that are because of me! More boos within the crowd, but Gaia ignores them as she continues. Gaia Galanos: I brought legends like Madman Szalinski, Jacqui Monroe, and Pat Gordon, Jr. to this ring and dismantled each one of them. I have waited patiently. So, now I’m not asking, I am demanding a championship opportunity! The boos become even louder than ever, but despite the boos, it’s pretty hard to argue against Gaia’s point. Gaia Galanos: Boo all you want. I have set the truth out in front of all of you. You guys wanted violence so I gave it to you. Galanos suddenly turns toward the hard camera and grips the top rope before shouting into the microphone at the live audience and those watching at home: Gaia Galanos: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?! If you can imagine it, the boos get even louder than ever. As Gaia shakes her head and takes a moment to let the audience quiet down, and it takes a little bit. Gaia Galanos: So, I don’t care if it’s James or Stella, but one of you better get your ass down here and give me what I want… NOW. For a long moment after the Greek finishes speaking, there is nothing but silence, and the hushed murmur of the crowd. This is clearly not agreeable to Gaia, and the camera catches several glimpses of the Sheba Lioness glowering darkly at the empty entrance ramp. Even still, it takes the Greek another long moment to finally lose her patience. With a final, scorching glower, Gaia brings the microphone to her lips... ...and that is when 'Rule Britannia' hits the arena PA system, instantly drawing a cheer from the crowd! Baz: Th' gaffer is 'ere...an' looks like 'e ent in the mood f'r pisstakes! Indeed, as James Kensington steps out onto the platform, his posture is dignified, clearly denoting he is not about to bend to Gaia's will. In spite of this, however, the expression on his face is fairly neutral, even agreeable, as he stops at the entrance to the backstage area and addresses the disgruntled wrestler in the ring: James Kensington: Good evening, Miss Galanos. The gentleman's pleasant tone does little to improve the Spartan's mood, but Kensington is not daunted: James Kensington: I could not help but have my attention drawn by the demands you so forcefully made just a moment ago. Anyone who puts such conviction into their words is definitely worthy of attention. Galanos' expression softens ever-so-slightly, but the Greek is still frowning deeply as James continues: James Kensington: Unfortunately, as much as it would delight me to be able to work with you in this instance...I am afraid a situation has arisen which makes that utterly impossible. The camera catches Gaia ranting off the mic, clearly asking 'why?', but James remains unflappable even in the face of abuse. His expression does not so much as twitch as he proceeds: James Kensington: You see, earlier this week, a certain member of our roster approached me in my office, to request a bout against you. Personally, I have absolutely no issue telling you I was apprehensive; I initially refused their request. A slight round of booing arises from the crowd, only to die down as James adds: James Kensington: However... The crowd returns to its previous state of simmering anticipation, drawing a grin from the part-owner as he continues: James Kensington: ... however, this young woman was so forceful, that I simply could not help but relent. Us old men do have our weaknesses... James smiles disarmingly, but Gaia is not charmed. Gaia Galanos: And? Who is this person? Where are they? Kensington, however, does not reply straight away, simply continuing to grin. This draws another glare from Gaia – one which turns into an expression of confusion a moment later, as the crowd begin to cheer. Increasingly puzzled, the Greek looks around her in confusion, but somehow, it does not occur to her to look behind her back, and she therefore misses the hooded figure which the fans have already spotted, jumping the rail and entering the ringside area. Kerry: Just a moment...!! As they slip into the ring, the mysterious character puts a finger in front of their lips, asking the fans to be quiet and not give away their presence; to this, the fans promptly comply – though it takes gargantuan effort – and the figure is therefore free to hop onto the apron and slip into the ring unnoticed. Gaia is, therefore, still scanning her surrounding area when she feels a finger tap her on the shoulder. Still scowling in surprise, the Spartan slowly turns around... ….and immediately gets taken down by a fast-moving blur!!! The Cambridge Corn Exchange becomes unglued as the mysterious figure tackles the much taller Spartan, and the noise becomes absolutely deafening as their hood slides off their head, revealing an unmistakable shock of bright green hair which can only belong to one person. NIGHT TRAIN AYANO is back in UKWF – and she is going right after the woman who betrayed her!!! Baz: SHE'S BACK! THE BOOZIN' BIRD IS BACK! I CAN'Y BELIEVE IT! Taken completely by surprise, there is little Gaia can do to prevent Ayano from gaining the upper hand, and delivering a flurry of punches before her opponent can so much as react. It does not, however, take the Spartan more than a moment to catch her bearings, at which point she forcibly tosses Night Train off the top of her. Then, knowing she must think quickly, she clambers to her feet.... ...only to get hit with a dropkick from the fan-favourite!! The Corn Exchange erupts as Gaia goes careening into the ropes, and Night Train moves in like a blur to throw her over the ropes with a lariat! Then, as her opponent hits the cold, hard floor of the Corn Exchange, the green-haired joshi turns towards the crowd, raising a fist in the air as she shouts at the top of her lungs: Night Train Ayano: WHEN ME SAY 'NIGHT', Y'ALL SAY 'TRAIN'! Then, without waiting to check the crowd has understood, she holds a pointing finger out towards the crowd, as she yells: Night Train: NIGHT!To their credit, the crowd are right there with the joshi, promptly yelling back: 'TRAIN!' Ayano smiles as she once again yells out: 'NIGHT!'
'TRAIN!'
'NIGHT!'
'TRAIN!' Clearly having a ball, Night Train motions as if to comandeer a 'super-sized' version of the chant, bringing her arms nearly all the way down to her feet, before slowly lifting them up. The delighted crowd gleefully prepares to play along, their volume rising steadily along with Night Train's arms... ...and that's when the lights go out. Almost as soon as the power goes out, the crowd begins to boo, voicing their displeasure at the interruption to their fun. As the house lights come back up, however, their protests turn to baffled silence, as they take in the sight of the enormous, hulking man looming over the fallen Night Train, the short, blonde woman standing by his side holding some sort of blunt instrument in her hand and – outside the ring – the hooded figure of Canoness Magdalena Waechter, crouching by the groggy Gaia and helping her to her feet with unusual tenderness. Baz: Oi! Wot's all this then? Kerry, however, is - or once – just as speechless as her partner, and simply takes in the scene in stunned silence, much like the crowd in Cambrdige is doing. The euphoric ambiance from a moment before has been thoroughly deflated, and the fans in attendance simply look on as The Order motions to remove Galanos from the ringside area and get her to the safety of the backstage area... ...only to be stopped no more than a few steps in!!! The Cambridge Corn Exchange erupts once more as Neal Durden and Lowri Moss come rushing down the ramp to engage Magdalena Waechter's two acolytes. Undaunted by his opponent's hulking size, Neal promptly takes on the male, while Lowri goes for the female half of the duo. Despite their efforts being enough to distract the Canoness – who promptly sets Gaia down, still taking unusual care not to hurt her, and steps in to help her associates – it is almost immediately clear that the two Welsh rookies are outmatched. The Shard alone would have overpowered both halves of the team, but with the two women also joining in the fight, it appears as though Neal and Lowri may have bitten off more than they can chew. For the second time in a short span of time, the crowd deflates... ...only to come undone once again as a fourth figure enters the fray, battleaxe in hand! Baz: BLOODY 'ELL! Valkyrie does not actually need to land any blows with her weapon to scatter The Order. Even Magdalena Waechter is not so reckless as to take her chances against a batlleaxe, and – despite the fact that The Shard seems to fancy his own odds – quickly urges the hulking man to follow her, joining forces with the blonde woman to make sure all three members of the group make their getaway safely. As for Valkyrie, she waits until she can be sure the danger has been averted, before setting down her battle axe and helping the two youngsters to their feet. The trio shake hands briefly before the Great Dane leaves the two Welsh wrestlers to shake off their own cobwebs and moves over to the centre of the ring. The crowd's already deafening reaction heightens even another notch as the blonde forcibly picks up the unconscious joshi, slinging her over her shoulder and beginning to make her way up the ramp with her. As she does, she throws the two youngsters a salute, which Neal and Lowri respond to in kind; then, turning back towards the entrance curtain once again, the Dane begins to stride to the back, her charge still over her shoulder. Neal and Lowri are therefore left to enjoy the crowd's ecstatic reaction, as the fans continue to struggle to come to terms with what they just saw. A moment later, the general feeling of amazement is perfectly captured by a single word from Barry Jones: Baz: Blimey...! |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:51:47 GMT
Once Gaia. Magdalena and her cronies have been successfully sent packing – and once he and Lowri are sure Valkyrie has taken responsibility for Night Train's welfare, Neal Durden picks up a microphone to address the audience:
Neal Durden: What? You thought we'd stay at home?
The crowd gives a small cheer, causing Neal to smirk:
Neal Durden: No...this card is called Undercard Heroes...and you can't have a card called Undercard Heroes without the ultimate Undercard Heroes!
Neal points between himself and a grinning Lowri, as the crowd cheers again. The young Welshman is still smirking as he adds:
Neal Durden: And so far, I reckon we've been doing a crackin' job of it...what do you think, Lowri?
Lowri nods in agreement, and Neal promptly continues:
Neal Durden: Now that we sent that lot packing though...we're still feeling that old wrestling itch. We're still feeling that need to show the other Undercard Heroes in the back what we can do as a team! So if anyone out there is sitting around doing nothing and feels like having a bit of a go...come on down here and let's get busy!
It does not take more than a few moments after the youngster has finished his address for a song to hit the speakers. This is Arse Craic's 'Have Another Pint', and it signals the arrival of UKWF's most inebriated competitors – Stella Artois and Becks Fosters, the Happy Hour! To their credit, the girls do seem more fit to compete than usual as they make their way down to the ring, and Neal and Lowri seem happy to accept the challenge! A moment later, the four athletes shake hands, and an impromptu, bonus tag team match gets under way! |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 17:59:55 GMT
Neal Durden and Lowri Moss v Happy Hour
The match starts with Stella Artois and Neal Durden as the legal member for their respective teams – and the two waste no time locking up. Being the stronger of the two British wrestlers, Stella makes Neal work hard to gain the advantage, but after a moment, the Welshman does just that, pushing his opponent into the corner.
Trapped against the post, and with Neal delivering knee shots to her midsection, Stella does the only thing she can – she headbutts the youngster! Neal goes reeling back, and Stella immediately explodes out of the corner – only to eat a dropkick from Durden, which throws her right up against the post! Undaunted, she comes forward again – only for Neal to drop down and catch her with an arm drag! He keeps her arm trapped and delivers a second! Still he does not release his opponent as he goes for a third! Only then, as a helpless Stella goes stumbling across the mat, does Neal release his grip, drawing a round of applause as he kips up to his feet and tags in Lowri! The rookie sensation looks fired up and ready to go as she steps in the ring and goes after Stella Artois...
….and that is when the lights go out.
Shrieks echo from different parts of the Corn Exchange, as the befuddled announce duo speculates on what might be going on. Still, other than a few grunts and moans which may or may not indicate a scuffle, no other answer or clue is forthcoming, and announcers and fans alike are left to hazard guesses about the nature of the electrical flaw right up until the power returns.
And then, it all becomes clear.
Stella Artois and Becks Fosters lay unconscious side by side, near one set of the ropes; across from them, also knocked out, is Lowri Moss, her head underneath the ropes, facing away from Happy Hour.
In-between the women, cut through the canvas at the centre of the ring, is a hole.
And Neal Durden is nowhere to be found.
Both the crowd and the announcers are in shock as the referee calls for the bell, indicating a no-contest, and a hushed silence falls over the venue as the ring crew mechanically moves over to fix the ring. No one dares venture a guess as to what happened, and a collective sigh of relief is heaved a moment later, when another theme song hits the speakers and a match begins, to take the crowd's minds off of what they just witnessed.
RESULT: No-contest in 0:58 |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 18:02:06 GMT
Wayne Williams vs. Jennifer 'Okami' Chase
The crowd is still shaken by the time 'Echoes' hits, but the song quickly succeeds in making the crowd forget their worries, at least momentarily. The song turns the Cambridge hipsters into a mosh pit that Wayne Williams struts through with an ebullient grin, slapping hands and bellowing triumphantly to the back rows. The decorated UNW veteran gets up on the apron and shakes the ropes like a man possessed before picking a corner to wait in while his music fades, replaced by 'Wolf Like Me'. The crowd are no less enthused by Jennifer Chase as she rolls out through the curtain, stops on all fours, then throws her head back to howl up at the roof. Taking off at a loping run, she slides into the ring, staying down on her belly to cast an enigmatic stare at Wayne, who responds with an awkward little wave.
As Chase's music plays itself out, she backs up into the opposite corner from Williams until the official calls for the bell. The two opponents circle cautiously for a moment, before Wayne stops and calls for a handshake. Jennifer accepts the sign of sportsmanship, and the crowd applaud politely and WAYNE PULLS HER DOWN INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!
ONE!
TWO!
And the 'Okami' kicks out in a frenzy of motion! As the audience 'oooh's in shock, Wayne backs up a step - maybe a couple of 'em - from a suddenly furious Jennifer, begging off and making a very apologetic face. Chase huffs at the deception, even when Williams literally drops to his knees, but does eventually relent after some encouragement from the fans.
With Wayne counting his blessings, the two lock up and jostle for position, though it doesn't take long for Williams' size to turn things his way. He twists Chase's arm with a hammerlock, and doubles her over with a palm strike to the gut, then slings her up onto his shoulder for a Pump-Handle Driver - nope, Jennifer slides down the back. Williams turns - right into an Enziguri that FLIPS him to the mat! Pin by Chase!
ONE!
TWO!
Wayne rolls his shoulder up - and is snared by a side headlock from Chase before he can move away. Both wrestlers rise together, Williams working away at Chase's grip but finding no purchase in it. Trying something else, Wayne lifts the smaller woman up by one leg for a Shinbreaker - but Chase has it scouted and swiftly hits him in the chest with her other knee. Jennifer is dropped back to her feet unharmed.
Backing the 'Okami' up to the ropes, Williams finally gets free by shooting her across the ring. With his arms. Not with a gun. He's not allowed those anymore. THIS AIN'T TEXAS.
...so Jennifer ducks under a back elbow shot on the return, bounces again, and takes Williams for a spin with a Flying Headscissors Takedown. Wayne rolls back up to his feet pretty quickly, finds Chase charging again, but this time he cuts her off with a shoulder block and drops into a quick cover...
ONE!
And Jennifer doesn't so much kick out as SLIDE out of the pin, as if her momentum hadn't been stopped, and goes off the ropes again! Wayne mouths a silent, "Oh, c'mon now!" and gets up to face her as she comes back - Yakuza Kick! NO! Wayne catches the foot - Dragon Screw sends Chase down with a tweaked knee! Williams now looking to push the advantage with a Crabhold or maybe a Sharpshooter, but Chase isn't making it easy for him...and now she's rolled him up! But Wayne's too savvy and rolls right through before the ref can even count a '1' - but he's released his hold in the process, and eats a basement dropkick for his troubles.
Still feeling the rush, Jennifer bangs her head and claps her hands, getting a rhythm going among the crowd before helping Wayne up to his feet. He doesn't get much of a rest before Chase is battering him senseless, alternating between kicks to the thigh and forearms to the jaw, keeping him off-balance until a sudden howl indicates she's going in for the kill - SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
BLOCKED with Williams' arm! Chase can't believe it - but ducks under the ragged follow-up clothesline from Wayne, then - PELE KICK BY WAYNE cracks Chase right on her head! She stumbles back into the ropes, and the tension sends her numbly right back where she came - Williams follows up with the Painkiller! Pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR - NO!
Wayne looks crestfallen, but recovers quickly, rolling Jennifer onto her front and pulling one of her legs up into a Stretch Muffler! Chase immediately reaches for the ropes, but they're just an inch too far - and with most of her lower body lifted up off the canvas, she's got no way to move herself closer. There's nothing she can do but tough it out!
And...well, tough it out she does. It's clear she's in agony, but no matter how steep the angle her body winds up cranked at, Chase refuses to give in. And after a full minute, Williams relents, dropping the hold with something like regret on his face. He steps back and gives Jennifer some room as she struggles to pull herself up with the ropes' assistance. And when that seems to be giving her trouble, Wayne actually holds out a hand to help...only for Chase to bat it away and push him forcefully, shrieking "FIGHT ME!" into his shocked face!
Wayne blinks, looks to the crowd, shrugs, and - STAR KICK! Catches Jennifer flush on the chest, and she falls to NOPE, she's still up, and screams, wordlessly this time, stunning Wayne and - SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE CONNECTS! Williams drops with both hands clutching his head, but Jennifer's having none of it, pulls him back up, and rushes him over to the ropes before throwing him out! Wayne lands on his feet, stumbles, and turns around slowly, still nursing his head...
Too slowly, mate. TOPÉ SUICIDA! Chase is right on target - headfirst into Wayne's chest! Both fall down in a heap as the crowd roars in approval!
The official reaches a count of '4!' before Chase finds her way back up, howling again seemingly just to block out pain and fatigue. She pulls Wayne unwillingly to his feet and slings him back in under the ropes...and then stops herself short. Something in the crowd catches her eye. The camera sweeps the front row before zeroing in on a Japanese man in a nice suit, shades, and a s***-eating grin to match. It's GOZOKU. What's he doing here? When did he even get here?
Jennifer tries to put him out of her mind, but as she's stepping through the ropes from the apron, GOZOKU calls out to her while...waving around a pack of dog biscuits. Shockingly, Chase doesn't appreciate the joke, and invites him to do something to her backside he (probably) wouldn't enjoy. Then she returns to the ring and SECOND STAR KICK TAKES HER BY SURPRISE! She whirls around from the hit - Wayne with the Half-Nelson - CRADLE TO THE GRAVE CONNECTS! WILLIAMS HOLDS THE BRIDGE!
ONE!
TWO!
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THREE!
WINNER in 12:11: Wayne Williams
Wayne grudgingly rises to his feet, and lets the ref raise his hand - but frowns when he notices the muted, murmuring crowd reaction. It's not him they're reacting to, of course, it's GOZOKU, who has vaulted the barrier but stopped short of entering the ring, choosing instead to mock Jennifer from the side, raising his hands to his head as pretend 'wolf ears' while making whimpering canine sounds. If Chase can hear him, she shows no sign, still reeling from the last move exchange - but Williams can hear just fine, and rushes toward GOZOKU, sending the interloper scattering as he kicks the ropes viciously!
With GOZOKU in retreat, Chase has recovered enough of her bearings to push herself up to her knees, and bares her teeth at this new target even as she exchanges a sportsmanlike handshake (with no B.S. rollups this time) with Williams... |
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Post by UKWF on May 23, 2017 18:03:08 GMT
The feed cuts to somewhere backstage at the Cambridge Corn Exchange, to find a very distressed Welshwoman frantically looking for her partner. As she turns corner after corner and checks door after door – all to no avail – Lowri Moss can be heard muttering:
Lowri Moss: Come on, Neal...not again...not again, Neal...!
Consumed with worry as she is, the rookie fails to notice as her steps lead her away from the main areas of the Exchange, and towards darker and seedier corners of the Cambridge event venue. It is not until she is deep into a completely deserted corridor that Lowri begins to look a little worried – but just as she is beginning to consider turning back, something directly ahead catches her attention.
Lowri Moss: NEAL!!!
The Welshwoman rushes forward to assist her groggy partner, who appears to only just be regaining consciousness. Lowri offers support as Durden struggles to his feet, helping him back to a vertical position, all while rifling him with questions:
Lowri Moss: Are you all right? What happened? Who was it? Did you see it?
Neal, however, merely shakes his head, attempting to rid himself of the cobwebs in his brain, caused by what was presumably blunt force trauma to the head. Lowri, however, is undaunted, and continues to persist with her line of questioning right up until Neal finally speaks:
Neal Durden: Lowri...they're here...
Lowri's face takes on a quizzical expression as she leans in towards Neal:
Lowri Moss: ...what?
Neal Durden: ...they're here...
Lowri Moss: ...who's here...?
Neal, however, simply shakes his head again, screwing his eyes shut as he violently seeks to put his thoughts in order. It appears to work, as when he opens his eyes, his expression denotes clarity – if also abject terror. Said terror is also apparent in his strangled tone as he speaks up once more, croaking out a single word:
Neal Durden: ...Lowri...
Lowri Moss: ...what, Neal?! What is it?!
Neal points at a spot somewhere behind his partner, his eyes widening with fear as he screams:
Neal Durden: RUN!
As Lowri turns around, the reason for Neal's horror becomes apparent – as standing there, mere inches from the two rookies, are Magdalena Waechter and her two acolytes, deranged hatred burning in their eyes.
The pieces of the puzzle clearly begin to come together in Lowri's mind, but to her credit, the rookie manages not to lose her wits. Proof of that is that, as soon as she sees the loathsome trio, she lunges towards the nearby wall, ripping out a fire extinguisher. She points it at the three members of The Order and frantically attempts to operate it; her fingers, however, betray her in her nervous state, and it takes Neal suddenly stepping in for the catch to be released. A moment later, a thick jet of white foam is blasting the three lunatics in the face, as the youths forcibly throw the extinguisher at them before making their escape.
Unfortunately for them, however, the thick metal cylinder hits the least favourable member of The Order – The Shard, who simply brushes it aside with a grunt. With the Canoness and Sister Grendel having themselves fended off the noxious effects of the foam, the three immediately begin to give chase to the rookies, who are still visible directly ahead.
A mad chase through the corridors of the Corn Exchange ensues, Lowri and Neal frantically looking for an exit as Magdalena and her cronies continue to gain ground. In their desperation, the Welsh couple throw whatever they can find in The Order's path, and The Shard is forced to bat away an equipment crate, a piece of metal railing and an industrial-sized dumpster as he continues to run after the rookies, spurned on by the two women.
Just as all appears to be lost, however, Lowri and Neal somehow make a right turn and find themselves outside the arena, in the streets of Cambridge. Neal takes a moment to collect his breath, and his thoughts, but Lowri takes it upon herself to remind him of the imminent danger:
Lowri Moss: NEAL!
Neal snaps out of his reverie and gazes at his terrified partner.
Lowri Moss: Where's the car?
Neal Durden: Mmmhhh?
Hysterical with fear, Lowri shakes her partner by the shoulders.
Lowri Moss: THE CAR, Neal!!!
The motion appears to bring Neal to his senses once again, and he points in a direction away from the arena. Lowri immediately begins to run towards where her partner is pointing to, but just as all appears clear, The Order explode through the arena door, forcing the youths to double the pace.
Lowri Moss: Neal...keys!
Neal Durden: ...what?
Lowri Moss: GIVE ME THE BLOODY KEYS, NEAL!!!
Realising the urgency of the moment, Neal stops for a moment to fumble in his pocket for the keys – an attitude which mortifies Lowri.
Lowri Moss: NEAL! They're coming!
Just then, the Welshman shoves a set of keys into his partner's hand, bringing an audible sigh of relief from her. Lowri promptly presses the button to unlock the car, and the two all but dive into the front seats.
Lowri immediately begins attempting to start the ignition, as Neal secures windows and doors, but before either youngster can finish their task, the door is slammed open once again! The grotesquely distorted face of The Shard peeks into the car, offering Lowri a deranged grin...
...and the Welshwoman does not think twice. Mustering up all her strength, she slams the door into the bigger man!! Not expecting the impact, The Shard is sent reeling back in confusion – and this gives Lowri just enough time to slam the door shut and once again jam the key into the ignition. Despite her trembling hands, she does manage to start the car, however, and no sooner does the engine rev up than she steps on the gas pedal, driving herself and her partner to safety. Judging by The Order's expression as the two make their getaway, however, it seems any respite they get will be momentary at best... |
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