UKWF Battle Lines RESULTS!!!

[UKWF]

Usual time, usual place, usual streaming and television networks...it is time for another UKWF event! And for the second time in a row, it is a rather subdued one, with silence and black and white filters replacing the usual boisterous punk song and red, white and blue colour scheme. This is, of course, in remembrance of the victims of the London attacks, who get a mention right before the title card makes its usual appearance:

UKWF BATTLE LINES

As the camera cuts to the inside of the Lincoln Engine Shed, it is clear that, much like at the previous show, a moment's silence is being observed. As the camera zooms in on the crowd, Katherine Kensington can be heard thanking fans in attendance for taking part, a moment before a round of applause rises up from the floor. Only then does the camera begin its usual search for interesting signs in the audience, spotting a few:

LUKAS APPROVES (with a photo of the fan-favourite four-person team)

ADAM'S GONNA KILL YOU

STOP! HAMMERSTEIN!

I'M A MARK(US) FOR LeVINE

From there, the feed takes its usual leap to the announce table, where viewers are greeted by the usual duo.

Barry Jones: 'Owdy folks, an' welcome ter another excitin' night of wrestlin' 'ere at UKWF! A very special one, at that. Each an' every one of these fans 'ere ternigh' will be helpin' support victims of the London attacks, as we'll be givin' all of our gate ter charity!

Baz looks towards his colleague, as if daring her to say something unpleasant, but for once, Kerry has nothing to add.

Kerry Buckingham: That is exactly right. 

Surprised, though pleasantly so, Barry promptly continues:

Baz: An' folks...if ya ent 'ere ternigh', yer missin' out! We 'ave a HUGE eight-person tag match in our Main Event, an' I don' see that goin' no way but a brawl...

Kerry: Ugh...Gaia is involved in that. NOT. INTERESTED.

Baz: Well..we also 'ave two returns....Adam Adonis, against one 'alf of Team Kick-Arse, Sarah Lacklan....an' 'Ammerstein, against 'Unter Storms!

Kerry: Yawn.

Baz: An' 'ow about th' two matches announced earlier this week, ter replace a scheduled one? That Fader lass against a visitin' superstar, Bryan Laughin', an' our Jim Edwards takin' on Arcane!

Kerry: The Arcane match, I should enjoy. That other fellow is nowhere near at the level that Alex-dear is at right now. The other one, though? Who could possibly be interested?

Baz: A load o' people, actually...it's been getting' talked about a fair bit...

Kerry: Ugh! I do NOT understand this business!

Baz: Bu' folks, comin' up FIRST, it's a fight for our Broadcast Championship...Marcus LeVine against Ace Watson. Them two lads some'ow got out of th' Battle Royal at th' same time, an' now, they're fightin' ter see 'oo gets ter be Champ!

Kerry: This match would be exciting...if Ace was not a TRAITOR!!!

Seeing the situation is typically hopeless, Barry can do little else but shrug; fortunately, before he needs to say anything else, a song starts up on the arena speakers, indicating the first athlete of the evening is about to come out!

[UKWF]

UKWF Broadcast Championship: Ace Watson vs. Marcus Levine

[/span]Ace and Marcus are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell. Alyssa is seen down on the floor shouting encouragement up to her friend, Ace. The two men circle the ring for a moment before tying up in the center. Marcus, with the visible size advantage, pushes Ace into the corner. The ref calls for a break and at the count of four, Marcus releases the hold, but not cleanly as he delivers a kick to the midsection of Ace after the break. Marcus throws Ace out of the corner and onto the mat. Marcus follows up with a series of shoot kicks to the chest of Ace before he grabs Ace by the head and looks to put Ace into a front necklock, but Ace scrambles and makes it to the ropes forcing Marcus to release him. Alyssa tells Ace to roll out of the ring, but Ace stands up and tells Marcus to bring it.[/div]

Marcus looks at Ace for a moment and charges in only for Ace to catch him with a hard European uppercut that staggers Marcus back. Ace comes back towards the center of the ring and when he does, Marcus charges in again and this time, gets caught with a snap powerslam by Ace who holds on and goes for a quick cover. 1...2...kickout! Ace quickly transitions into a cloverleaf, but Marcus quickly scrambles to the ropes and the ref tells Ace to break the hold which he does after the count of four. Marcus uses the ropes to help him back up to his feet, but when he does, Ace charges in and hits Marcus with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope out to the floor causing his face to hit off the apron. Marcus staggers up to his feet and Alyssa is yelling at Ace to keep the pressure on Marcus. Ace nods as he hits the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes before diving through the middle and top rope hitting Marcus with a suicide dive! The crowd goes nuts as Ace stands up and celebrates a little and takes a little too much time before picking Marcus up, and Marcus grabs Ace and drives him back first into the barricade! Ace grabs his back in pain as Marcus grabs Ace and delivers a snap suplex to him on the floor. Marcus pulls Ace up to his feet and rolls him into the ring and towards the ring post.

The ref tells Marcus to stop before he does something illegal, but Marcus ignores him and locks in a figure four across the ring post causing Ace to scream out in pain as the ref begins a five count. At the count of four, Marcus releases the hold and Ace rolls into the center of the ring grabbing his knee in pain. Marcus rolls into the ring and quickly grabs the hurt knee of Ace and puts him into a kneebar. Ace screams out in pain as the ref asks him if he wants to give it up. Ace refuses to give up as Alyssa urges on her friend to claw and scratch his way to the bottom rope. Alyssa begins banging on the ring apron trying to get the crowd fired up and it works as the crowd starts cheering Ace on as he claws and scratches his way to the bottom rope and forces Marcus to release the hold, but not before doing a lot of damage. After releasing the hold, Marcus goes to grab Ace by the leg, but he’s still wrapped up in the ropes. The ref backs him up, but as he’s distracted, Cassie comes over and starts choking Ace on the bottom rope. Alyssa notices this and runs to the other side of the ring and as she does, Marcus stops distracting the ref and Cassie releases the hold at the last second. The ref tells Alyssa to get on the other side of the ring and Alyssa holds her hands up and does as she’s told. 

Marcus keeps on the advantage and picks Ace up off the mat and sends him into the corner. Marcus calmly walks over and delivers three back elbows, followed up by five knife edge chops, and then a spinning back kick before running to the opposite corner and floating up and resting his head onto the top turnbuckle for a moment before dropping down and finishing off the sequence he calls Blood Rush with a single leg dropkick. Marcus then follows up the move by locking Ace into a Dragon Sleeper, but he lifts him up and delivers an inverted suplex that causes Ace to hit the turnbuckles hard. Marcus then goes for the cover. 1...2...Ace gets his foot on the ropes and Alyssa yells at the ref to make sure he sees it and he does and tells Marcus what happened. 

Marcus remains calm as he pulls Ace towards the center of the ring and looks to go after the injured leg again, but as Marcus reaches down, Ace pulls him into a quick rollup for a pin attempt! 1...2...kickout! Marcus rolls away from Ace and Ace quickly rolls to the ropes to use them to help him up to his feet. Alyssa is right there giving him words of encouragement as Cassie is doing the same to Marcus. Ace pulls himself up and hops on one leg as Marcus is already up to his feet. Marcus comes charging in looking for a clothesline, but Ace drops down the top rope and causes Marcus to go over and onto the floor. Alyssa yells for Ace to follow it up with something. Ace limps over to the top rope and gingerly makes his way up. When he does, he launches himself and delivers a flying crossbody to Marcus causing him to crash to the floor. Ace uses the ring apron to pull himself back up to his feet and picks Marcus up and rolls him into the ring. Ace rolls himself into the ring and picks Marcus up to his knees. Ace hits off the ropes and delivers a ZG kick! Ace collapses into a cover. 1...2...kickout! Marcus got his shoulder up at the last possible moment to keep himself alive in this match. Ace gets back up to his feet and helps Marcus up and sends him into the corner. Marcus hits the corner and as he does, Ace charges in and delivers a hard forearm smash before following it up with a running bulldog. 

Ace signals for the end, and he picks Marcus up off the mat. Marcus though, shoves Ace off of him and into the ropes. Ace comes off the ropes and when he does, Marcus hits him with a roundhouse kick to the side of Ace’s head causing him to collapse onto the mat. Marcus falls into the cover. 1...2...kickout! Ace gets the shoulder up at the last second. Cassie hops up to the ring apron and starts to argue with the ref that it should have been three. Alyssa, not wanting to see the ref be distracted, runs over to the other side of the ring and pulls Cassie down off the ring apron causing her face to bounce off the apron. The ref admonishes Alyssa and tells her to get back to her corner, but before she can, Cassie hits Alyssa across the face with a hard slap. Alyssa grabs her cheek before delivering a slap of her own and the two ladies start to go at it outside of the ring. Ace sees this and yells at Alyssa to stop, and that momentary distraction, allows Marcus to grab Ace and roll him up. 1...2...kickout!

The two men make it up to their feet and now, they start delivering forearms to each other in the middle of the ring. After a few moments of the exchange, Ace gets the upper hand. Ace delivers a kick to the midsection of Marcus and grabs both arms in a double underhook. Ace looks to pick Marcus up and hit the Fightbreaker, but Marcus counters with a back drop. Marcus picks Ace up off the mat and as he does, both men hit opposite ropes and come charging at one another. When they do, both men collide with two crossbodies. Marcus falls to the mat and Ace falls on top of him with both of their shoulders being on the mat. The ref drops down and begins to count. 1...2...3! The ref calls for the bell, and Alyssa not really noticing what happened, looks up and sees Ace on top of Marcus. 

RESULT: Double-pin draw in 16:48

Alyssa rolls into the ring and picks Ace up and hugs him tightly. Alyssa then plants a long, passionate kiss on Ace’s lips thinking Ace was the new champion, but the ref explains to Alyssa what happened. Alyssa is shocked, and tells the ref Ace was on top of him, but the ref explains that both of their shoulders were down resulting in a double pin. Alyssa nods and again, gives Ace a hug as she sees the look of disappointment on his face, but Ace gives Alyssa another quick kiss before the two exit the ring and walk up the ramp hand in hand.

[UKWF]

Before Ace and Alyssa can finish making their way to the back, however – and with LeVine himself still in the ring, being assisted by Cassie Sykes – 'Rule Britannia' starts up in the house speakers, instantly bringing the crowd to their feet!

Baz: Ooh! Th' gaffer's 'ere!

Kerry: Oh, what does he want?

The crowd and wrestlers seem to be pondering exactly that as a smiling James Kensington steps out onto the ramp, microphone already in hand. Perhaps sensing this trepidation, the UKWF part-owner does not, mercifully, keep them waiting much longer, instead getting straight to the point as he raises the microphone to his lips:

James Kensington: Gentlemen...first of all...congratulations on a fantastic match, and on setting the standard for the night ahead.

A small ovation greets this compliment, but Watson and – especially – LeVine seem less thankful for it, their faces betraying the disappointment of yet another draw. Reading their meaning loud and clear, James once again quickly moves on to the main point of his address:

James Kensington: However, once again, the juxtaposition of your talents led to an inconclusive result. The Broadcast Championship was vacant at the start of the night, and it remains vacant now, at the end of twenty minutes.

The two wrestlers nods, each speaking a few words off the mic, but Kensington cuts across both:

James Kensington: This unfortunate situation has led me to make an executive decision.

This statement does succeed in capturing the interest of wrestlers and crowd, and James is met with expectant silence as he continues:

James Kensington: I have decided that, seeing as the two of you gentlemen seem to be developing a bit of a rivalry, your next match deserves a bigger stage.

A slight murmur breaks through the quiet as James continues:

James Kensington: As such, I have decided that not only will you two remain joint Number One Contenders to the Championship at hand, but you will have a final, decisive match....in one month's time, at UKWF's summer spectacular!!

Baz: Cor!!

The Lincolnshire crowd erupts at this announcement, but the wrestlers themselves seem rather less pleased by it. Ace begins to complain, but is stopped by Alyssa, while Marcus LeVine demands that the rematch take place right here and now. Their pleas, however, fall on deaf ears, as James simply goes on to touch on one final point of his address:

James Kensington: To make this possible, I have also decided that the next UKWF event, the last before the supershow, will not feature any Broadcast Championship match at all. The title shall remain vacant until either of these gentlemen earns it definitively!

Another cheer welcomes this, one which James briefly acknowledges before turning and beginning to head back up the ramp. As he reaches the top, however, he seems to remember something, and momentarily turns back towards the wrestlers. The grin on his features intensifies as he declares:

James Kensington: Oh, and by-the-by, gentlemen...your contest on July 4...will be a ladder match!

With this final, bombastic announcement, the UKWF part-owner proceeds to make his way to the back, leaving an ecstatic crowd and varyingly surprised wrestlers and valets behind him.

Baz: Blimey! Th' gaffer just set up a HUGE match f'r the summer supershow, like!

Kerry: Yes, darling...it would be big if anybody cared about it...

As the camera cuts back to the ringside area, however, it seems clear that several people do care – and judging by the expressions on the faces of both Ace Watson and Marcus LeVine as they make their way to the back, this rivalry has just heated up yet another notch...

[UKWF]

Our scene cuts the backstage where Davey-Boy O’Brien is already dressed out in his ring gear. He’s stretching out to get warmed up and prepared for his first-ever tag team match in his wrestling career. He takes a deep breath as he stands up and begins hopping to try to clear his head. It’s very clear that he’s a bundle of nerves when we hear a voice from just out of frame. “You all set, buddy?” the feminine voice asks.

The camera slowly pans out to reveal Kelsey Spencer standing closeby, watching Davey warm-up. The audience cheers at the sight of the orange-haired Australian, which brings a modest smile to her face. At this point, the youngster halts his warm-up.

Davey-Boy O’Brien: A wee bit nervous, Kelsey, if ah’m bein’ honest.

Kelsey scrunches her nose up a little as an immediate response.

Kelsey Spencer: Really? You didn’t look really look nervous when you faced Gav at Undercard Heroes..? Something on your mind..?

‘The Scottish Terrier’ double-checks the tape on his wrists and knuckles.

Davey-Boy: Just that if ah lost against Gav, ah wasnae potentially bringin’ another down with me. This is a much different situation. Those twa burds may be at odds, buh they’re still solid competitors. An’, I don’t wanna let our team down, y’know?

Even though she has a tough time understanding his thick accent, Kelsey catches the jist of what his concerns are. She’d only caught glimpses of Davey-Boy’s debut match, as she’d been preparing for the Battle Royal. She’d forgotten that he was brand new to the professional wrestling scene. She places a reassuring hand on her partner’s shoulder and gives him a warm smile.

Kelsey: Hey, you don’t need to worry about that, okay? As long as you go out there and fight with everything you’ve got - like I know you will - you won’t let me down.

Davey-Boy nods with a smirk appearing on his face.

Davey-Boy: Aye, let’s go give those twa burds a good wallap upside the nut. We got this.

Kelsey’s eyes widen at his final remark, mistaking it for something else. She quickly realises it’s probably some kind of regional dialect she’s not yet familiar with.

Kelsey: Uhh… Sure, let’s just make sure we do our best out there, okay? I’ve got your back!

With a confident nod, Davey-Boy O’Brien twirls his mustache before following Kelsey Spencer off the scene presumably toward the gorilla position...

[UKWF]

Kelsey Spencer & Davey-Boy O’Brien v. Ari Rohr & Tricia Reinhardt

With all of the participants in the match already in the ring, it seems as though Kelsey and Davey-Boy have no issue figuring out who is going to start first for them as Davey steps forward toward the center of the ring, looking prepared for what’s to come.

Unfortunately, Tricia Reinhardt and Ari Rohr cannot agree on something as they’re already in a heated discussion. Suddenly, Tricia just shouts out “fuck you” to Ari and turns without warning before leveling Davey-Boy with a Concussion kick! The crowd groans, but are caught off-guard when Tricia suddenly rushes back toward her opponent, clearly going postal on her own partner!

Apparently, unbeknownst to Tricia, Ari Rohr is a lot more street-wise than she’s willing to give her credit for as she clocks her perfectly on the chin, dropping her to the mat. Ari then drops down and rolls out of the ring, clearly deciding this team will never work. It’s then that the camera catches sight of the brass knuckles on the hand she knocked Tricia out with. Meanwhile, in the ring, Davey-Boy sees that Tricia is down, albeit he’s confused as to why, but goes for the pin attempt nonetheless.

ONE…

TWO-KICKOUT!

Somehow Reinhardt is still able to kick out of the pinfall attempt. Realizing he needs an opportunity to shake the cobwebs out, Davey pulls Tricia over to the corner and tags in Kelsey. Spencer looks up the ramp at Ari, who clearly has no intention than to stand at the top of the ramp and watch this go down. That’s when Kelsey pulls Tricia out of the corner and looks to hit her with the Blue Thunder Bomb. Unfortunately, Tricia reverses it with an attempt at a wild-swinging lariat which Kelsey ducks, and captures Tricia looking for her straightjacket German Suplex!

Tricia blocks it though! No, wait, Davey-Boy enters the ring, seeing that Kelsey needs some assistance he charges over and lariats Tricia over Kelsey’s head, allowing her to hit the Straightjacket German Suplex with authority! Kelsey holds on, rotates her hips, and brings Tricia back to her feet for a Blue Thunder Bomb! She directly goes for the pin as the audience counts along with the referee!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

WINNERS in 3:22: Kelsey Spencer and Davey-Boy O’Brien!

Much to the surprise of Kelsey and Davey-Boy, Tricia is already getting back to her feet and they realize she means business pretty much right away as she goes to level Kelsey, but Davey-Boy pulls her out of the way. When it seems like O’Brien is ready to stick up for his friend, Spencer makes the smart decision for the both of them and makes a hasty retreat while pulling Davey with her. That’s when Tricia turns her attention to the entrance stage where Ari Rohr just kind of smirks at Tricia and flips her the bird before exiting.

[UKWF]

Jennifer Chase v Crystal Millar

While the next two competitors in the ring may have similar styles, their differences are plain to see before the bell can even ring. The scruffy, scrappy Okami offers her opponent a polite bow, and extends to her a handshake and a toothy grin; Crystal Millar looks her up, down, sideways, and particularly at her readily apparent teeth, and retracts her own hand to brush away a strand of vibrant pink hair. The two take to their corners, and the referee signals for the bell.

The two begin to close in with tentative steps, measuring each other up before locking horns. While she doesn't take the forward initiative, the Canadian wolf girl does dip down on all fours in a predatory crawl, much to the Silver Screen Queen's surprise - and disgust. 

Sensing her reluctance to lock up, Jennifer begins a tried-and-true ritual of setting the pace to any match: rhythmic clapping. She inspires the eager crowd to do the same, and it doesn't take long for the Engine Shed to pulse with a steady beat. Rolling her eyes, Crystal looks to nip this kind of behavior in the bud, and is quick to lock up at the collar and elbow with her smaller opponent. Pressing the height advantage, Crystal forces Jennifer into the corner, grinding her face against the turnbuckle until the ref is forced to pull the two apart. Jennifer, however, remains positive, and returns to continue the test of their mat-based techniques. 

The two lock up once again, and once again it's Crystal who takes the lead, stretching Jennifer's arm up and over to trap her in a Hammerlock, then shove her against the ropes once more. She only releases the wolf girl at the ref's behest... and gives her a hard slap across the face for the trouble. 

Still, Jennifer persists, still smiling, still chipper as ever. She takes to her opponent again, this time holding up her hands, fingers wiggling; she's looking for a Test of Strength!

By now, Crystal is much more confident in her ability to out-wrestle this wild upstart, and with a cocky smile, accepts, interlacing fingers with Okami...

... who takes her by the wrist and chomps down on her arm! 

Crystal shrieks - more from the surprise than the pain - and the ref, along with the audience, stand bewildered. The haughty veteran shakes her arm wildly, attempting to break free from this non-traditional hold, but Jennifer sinks her teeth even harder, growling and snarling like a beast! It takes the referee, once again, to separate the two, taking Jennifer aside to ask her just what the hell she thought she was doing. As a mortified Crystal rolls out of the ring, clutching her bitten arm and retching, the wolf girl can only shrug. It's in her nature, after all.

As are acrobatics, as Okami slings herself against the ropes and shoots across the ring for a Topé Suicida! She shoots through the ropes—

—and crashes and burns hard against the barricade, her pink-haired target nowhere to be found! 

... no, seriously, where is she?

Sliding out from under the ring, Crystal springs to her feet to a chorus of boos, championing her well-studied evasion. She drags Okami to her feet by her hair, tossing her back into the ring, and she slides in for the authoritative cover!

ONE!

TWO!

... Chase kicks out!

The fans cheer with support and relief at the wolf girl's defiance, as well as Crystal's complete disbelief. Despite this, Crystal doesn't let it get to her; she takes Jennifer by the hair again, smashing her head against the mat until the ref has to separate them once again. Jennifer, dazed, lurches upright, sitting herself against the ropes—

—and eats a low Running Dropkick for her troubles!

Crystal stands over her fallen enemy with vicious delight, and takes to the top rope, looking to establish air superiority!

Looming over the top turnbuckle, Crystal turns her back to her opponent, gearing up for a Diving Moonsault... but Jennifer is quicker on her feet than she realizes, and she's walloped right on the behind by a Leaping Enzuigiri! Crystal cries out, hitting the turnbuckle hard and tumbling back into the ring, caught entirely off guard. While she rises, clutching her lower back, Okami doesn't give her a chance to take the offensive again, bounding off the ropes and hitting her dead-on with a Running Yakuza Kick! Crystal smashes right back into the turnbuckle again, slumped against the ropes for leverage... and Jennifer leaps from the adjacent ropes for a hard-hitting Springboard Dropkick!

She pulls Crystal from the corner, making the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—no! Crystal forces a shoulder up!

Jennifer takes to her feet again, unperturbed. With the crowd roaring with approval, Jennifer offers them her own roar - well, in a different way, but still - and takes to the top rope herself!

Pointing to the crowd, then pointing to the ceiling with two index fingers, Okami shouts "Ooohhh yeah!" to the heavens... for whatever reason, and leaps from the turnbuckle for a Diving Elbow Drop!

... but the sly Crystal was playing possum, rolling out of the way for the once-triumphant wolf girl to crash and burn again! Staggering to her feet, Crystal takes Jennifer's legs by the knees, standing over her prone body, and hooks them under her arms, leaning back and stretching her into an Elevated Boston Crab! It's the Withering Rose!

Jennifer cries out in pain, clutching and flailing for ropes she cannot reach - they're in the middle of the ring. With no relief to the pain in sight, Jennifer's wavering hand hovers over the mat, tears beginning to fill her eyes, the ref asking her if she's willing to submit (and Crystal screaming at him to ask to boot). There looks to be no escape in sight...

... and that's when Okami kicks her legs with all her might, snapping the unsteady Crystal over, hitting the mat face-first! With her opponent stunned and her painful submission countered, Jennifer wriggles out from beneath her, and drags herself to the ropes, forcing her screaming back and legs to cooperate as she shakily begins her climb...

... it may be all for naught, because Crystal is once again quick to get back on her feet, clutching a bloody nose from the impact against the ring, furious—

—DIVINE INSTRUMENTS! From the top rope! Crystal eats a pair of knees, and the two high-flying fighters crash to the mat, sprawled out and out of steam!

The two lay spread eagle in the ring, dazed and exhausted, bloodied and bruised. Jennifer is the first to stir, rolling onto her front... 

... dragging herself, so slowly...

... and stretching a tired arm over Crystal for a cover on a prayer.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER in 9:15: Jennifer Chase

The Engine Shed erupts with elation and applause at yet another breakout performance from the young Canadian rookie! The poor Okami can barely make it to her feet as the referee raises her arm in triumph, offering the people of Lincoln a victorious huff, puff and howl.

As she finishes her wolf-cry, something - or rather someONE - catches her attention, instantly bringing a frown to her features.

On the ramp, looking her way and nodding his head slightly, is GOZOKU.

[UKWF]

Sarah Serena Lacklan v Adam Adonis

Lacklan and Grey's entry is met with a chorus of boos, which the two seem to treat as cheers, judging by the fact that they both put a little movie-star strut on their step as they make their way to ringside, arm in arm. Inside the ring, Adam Adonis seems to share the crowd's displeasure for Team Kickass's antics, although in his case, the sentiment manifests in the form of scoffing laughter, rather than the boos emanating from the stands.

This evidently displeases both members of Team Kickass, particularly Kenzi Grey, who has some very choice words for Adonis. Her girlfriend, on the other hand, is somewhat more subdued, merely glowering at the 'Last of His Kind' as she makes her way up the steps and into the ring. Only once she is inside the squared circle does she directly address Adonis, who nonetheless seems less than intimidated by her words.

When, a moment later, the bell rings, 'The Last of His Kind's' attitude remains equally as nonchalant, as he steps towards the centre of the ring and blatantly offers his cheek, giving Sarah Lacklan a free shot. This incenses Kenzi Grey on the outside, but Lacklan – more pragmatic – promptly makes use of the offer, lunging forward with a 'sick right hook'...

...which Adam easily dodges, a smirk on his features.

An incensed Red Queen turns around to find her opponent openly mocking her, with a wink and a little finger wave. Much more agitated than before, Lacklan promptly lunges forward, looking for another punch...only for Adam to dodge again! This time, the crowd joins in on the mocking of the Red Queen, who is now every bit as aggravated as her girlfriend on the outside.

Still, refusing to be shown up by someone she sees as inferior, Lacklan makes a third try, cocking and unloading another right hook in Adam's direction; this time, however, rather than simply dodge, the 'Last of His Kind' drops down, reversing the attempt into an armdrag which sends Sarah sprawling across the mat. Then, as the Red Queen gets to her feet once more, he points a finger towards his own temple, the same smirk still on his features. The message is simple and clear: Adam is smarter than his opponent.

Increasingly aggravated by Adam's antics, Sarah appears to have had enough, and promptly seeks to surprise the 'Last of His Kind'. The spinning heel kick comes out of nowhere, but somehow Adam is able to telegraph it and dodge it, popping up behind Sarah and reversing the move into a suplex before she so much as has time to react!

Despite being sent flying, the increasingly fiery Red Queen wastes no time scrambling to her feet and once again attempting to surprise Adam. This time, she opts for a punt kick, delivered while the Last of His Kind is still clambering back to his feet, but infuriatingly, Adam is once again alert enough to counter, reversing it into a back body drop which send Sarah plummeting to the ring head-first!

Despite having the situation well under control, Adonis seems well aware that any form of stalling could see things turn against him in a hurry. As such, he wastes no time leaning over and bringing the Red Queen back to a vertical position....

….and this is where Sarah strikes.

A poke to the eye throws Adam off-balance, and a series of quick punches send him reeling back, giving Sarah an opening to connect with a spinning heel kick! Adam is sent flying into the ropes, lying slumped across the middle one, and Sarah promptly runs in, leaping in and wrapping herself around the indy journeyman for a Bronco Buster! Kenzi Grey is seen nearly choking with laughter on the outside as – her revenge on her opponent taken – Sarah unwraps himself from around Adam and asks 'WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?'

With the 'Last of His Kind' still a little too dazed to respond, Sarah has the time and room to lean forward and pull her opponent up to a vertical position. Then, once Adam is up on his feet, she promptly pushes him into the corner with a palm strike! Kenzi is once again seen enjoying herself as Lacklan runs into the post to connect with a knee strike, which doubles Adam over! The 'Last of His Kind' topples forward onto his knees, and both members of Team Kickass see the chance at the same time. Kenzi yells for Sarah to capitalise, but the Red Queen needs no such instructions – she is already leaping up to connect with her father's Shining Wizard kick! The move connects perfectly, taking Adonis down, and Lacklan slides in for the – rather loose and arrogant – cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---Adonis grabs the ropes!

It would seem the rather overconfident cover cost Sarah Lacklan, though it could be argued whether Adonis might have survived the pinfall either way. What is not up for debate is that Adam's sheer gall in escaping the pinfall has even further incensed Sarah, who lets out a scream of pure frustration as she rolls through to her feet and kicks Adam square in the ribcage! This, predictably, brings the referee over to have a word with the Red Queen, but the livid Sarah does not hesitate to round up on the official, asking him if he knows who she is and how dare he try to tell her what to do. 

The referee stands his ground, as he is wont to do, but Sarah's abuse does not let up; much to the contrary, actually. The Red Queen continues to scream at the top of her lungs, telling the referee that only Kenzi gets to tell her what to do, and that a lowly peasant like him is certainly not allowed to think of himself as being on the same level as the Red Queen, Sarah Lacklan. To all this, the referee reacts with only the stodgiest of expressions, as if he had heard it all a million times before; even still, his attempts at reigning in Sarah diminish, to the point where the Red Queen is satisfied that no further intrusion will be attempted. Only then, with a cry of 'GOOD!', does Lacklan finally turn back towards his opponent...

...only to find he has had plenty of time to recover!

An expression of panic crosses the Red Queen's features as Adam Adonis lunges forward, trapping her head. Sarah tries to react, but in vain – Adonis promptly drops her with a swinging neckbreaker! The move connects, and the Puerto Rican advances for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!

'THAT'S RIGHT, LOSER!' The yell comes from Kenzi Grey as her girlfriend kicks out of Adam's pin attempt, even despite the fact that the 'Last of His Kind' is still in control. Perhaps wisely, Adonis ignores it, instead focusing on continuing his new-found spell of momentum. It is with that in mind that he pulls himself through the middle rope and onto the apron, before making his way to the top rope. Kenzi Grey comes around to try and knock him off, but is just too late to prevent the 'Last of His Kind' from taking off and connecting with his double foot stomp! The Hollywood star is seen putting her hands on her head as the Puerto Rican advances for a cover on her girlfriend!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!

'HA!' Once again, it is Ms Grey manifesting herself as Sarah just about kicks out of yet another pinfall attempt from Adonis. Like before, however, the 'Last of His Kind' barely pays her any notice, instead rolling through to his feet once again and bringing the Red Queen up to her feet. He tucks Sarah's head between his legs – nearly driving Kenzi to madness – then lifts her up into a powerbomb position, looking to hit his trademark sitout variant...

...only for Sarah to counter it into a hurricanrana, escaping the predicament!!!

Kenzi is the only one celebrating as the Last of His Kind goes flying overhead and Sarah stumbles into the nearest corner. Taking advantage of the momentary respite, the Red Queen and her consort exchange a few words, as Kenzi is seen sliding something into Sarah's hand. Sensing shenanigans afoot, the crowd begin to boo as Lacklan turns back around to face the centre of the ring, waits for the slowly recovering Adonis to get to his feet...

...and rushes in with her trademark right hook, the Cop Killer! Caught completely by surprise, Adam never even sees it coming, and slumps to the mat. Kenzi leaps up in ecstatic joy as Sarah drops down for the cover, and the referee counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

Sarah leaps up to celebrate another – in her eyes – hard-fought victory...

….and as she does, a chain can be seen dangling from her hand! As the referee notices it, the situation goes from bad to worse, as Sarah drops the object – a pendant – which was quite clearly hidden in her hand!

The fans at the Engine Shed begin to boo the underhanded tactics employed by the Red Queen and her partner, but – a moment later – the boos turn to cheers, as the referee signals for a reversed decision! Adam Adonis is the winner of the match, as the result of a disqualification!

WINNER by disqualification in 08:04: Adam Adonis

Hearing this, Sarah Lacklan stops jumping – as if a spring had broken somewhere – and promptly gets in the referee's face. Kenzi, too, comes in to contest the decision, pointing out the 'three' had already been counted by the time the ruse was discovered, and that victory should therefore be Sarah's. Once again, however, the official shows his mettle by remaining unflappable and sticking to his decision. He indicates, in no uncertain fashion, that Adam's victory will stand...

...and ends up paying for it. For Sarah, insulted and vexed beyond belief, once again wraps Kenzi's locket around her knuckles - blatantly this time – and hits a Cop Killer hook...this time, on the referee himself!!!

Noise levels inside the Engine Shed become deafening as the crowd voice their displeasure, but Sarah and Kenzi appear unfazed; on the contrary, the two wear smug expressions as they share a kiss and a grope, before exiting the ring and making their way up the ramp, leaving behind two victims of Sarah's big right hook and an absolutely livid crowd.

[UKWF]

“Little God in My Hands” by Swans starts playing, making the whole arena boo loudly, as the three Master Sisters emerge from the entrance and get inside the ring for the first time in over a month and a half. As always, they’re carrying their tag team titles and they seem to be having fun from the whole “being booed” stuff. The usual. 

Aurora Master: Did you missed us?

There’s a single, loud “NO!” from everyone in the audience. 

Aurora: Awww, damn, we were even preparing some new merch. 

Carnival Master: We still are, to be honest. 

Aurora: You think it’ll sell as well as our other stuff?

Carnival: Oh FU*BLEEP*… F*BLEEP*… FUCK*BLEEP*… FU-

Aurora: What are you doing?

Carnival: *BLEEP*ing with the editors. I meant “F*BLEEEEEEEP* yeah!” Here’s a impersonation of UKWF’s fans: “Oh, Imma buy this ironically!” WE STILL GET THE MONEY GUYS! YOU A DUMB DUMBERS!

Aurora: Either way, we’re getting off track…

Moonlight Master: As usual.

Aurora:… right… What we’re here to do, as announced, is to talk about the situation with the tag team titles! 

Her sisters raise the belts above their heads. 

Aurora: I mean, they ARE in good hands, but you all want to see them being defended. So, this is what we’ll do, we’ll be nice, we’ll fight any team that’ll come down that ramp! 

Carnival: WITH A CHAIR!

Aurora: No chairs.

Carnival: WITH A CAR!

Aurora: No.

Carnival: WITH A F*BLEEP*NG CAR!

Aurora: Okay. Actually, you know what?

Carnival: Cars?!

Aurora: You’re losing the fun. No, I want to fight, I’m a wrestler, we’re all wrestlers, we’re all champs.

Moonlight: That’s…

Aurora: We’re all champs! Free bird rule!

Moonlight: That’s a new one. 

Aurora: Free bird rule. So, we’re three people. If you can get a team of three people, we’ll face you!If you can’t, we’ll face you on a handicap, it’s cool. You want a shot of these titles? Man up! Walk through that ramp, now!

For a moment afterwards, nothing but silence is heard across the Engine Shed; then, just as the fans are starting to think no one will answer the challenge, a theme song brings them to their feet, and shows them that someone definitely is up for a fight!

'Bad Guy' by Jordan Comoli does not, however, play for more than a few seconds before Mark Storm gestures for the sound technicians to cut it. Then, as silence once again takes over the Lincolnshire arena, he brings a microphone to his lips to address the trio in the ring.

Nark Storm: Hey Masters...you want a challenge? You got one!

As Storm states this, the remaining members of the Dynasty (minus Jack Tillman) emerge through the ramp, standing behind him and shooting defiant looks towards the Masters.

Storm: That's right. The Dynasty will fight you, any time, any place! Two on two, three on three, handicap...doesn't matter! You say when, we'll be there.

'Your Hero and Mine''s declaration seems to amuse Carnival, but Moonlight and Aurora do not seem to find it quite as funny. Instead, they glower down at the Dynasty, as the older of the three sisters addresses them directly:

Aurora: Hey, someone's got balls around here!

The word 'balls' causes Carnival to chortle with suppressed laughter once again, but a look from Aurora sets her straight. The situation once again under control, the third Master Sister turns back towards her would-be opponents:

Aurora: You know what? We could take on all four of you clowns. If we were stupid.

Carnival: Which we're not!

Another glower from Aurora makes the smallest of the Sisters lapse back into silence, as her older sibling resumes her speech.

Aurora: Which we're not.

Carnival glares balefully as her sister steals her line, but Aurora does not appear to notice it as she continues:

Aurora: Besides, you've been here what, two weeks? You're not due for a shot just yet...

Storm begins to complain, but Aurora cuts across:

Aurora: BUT...we did say we'd give a match to anyone who came through that curtain, and you idiots DID, so...

The oldest Master gives a long-suffering sigh, vaguely gesturing towards The Dynasty.

Aurora: Choose any three of you and meet us in the ring in two weeks. You can get past the three of us, the title shot is yours. If you don't, you go to the back of the line. Sound good? If it doesn't, tough. That's how it's going to be.

Hearing this, the Dynasty members confer among themselves a moment; it does not take long, however, for Mark Storm to once again address his fellow spokesperson:

Storm: You're on. In two weeks' time, in that very ring...myself, Declan Black and DC Wiland against you and your two sisters!

Aurora, surprisingly, makes no objection to this, instead nodding her agreement as the Lincolnshire venue erupts around her.

Baz: Blimey! Anuva big match in th' makin' 'ere!

Kerry: ...I should enjoy this one...

It is on a staredown stand-off between the two teams, neither giving an inch, that the camera cuts to black.

[UKWF]

Hunter Storms v Hammerstein

Before this match even begins. Hunter Storms has made his intentions clear. Hammerstein and the Jew Blazer do not even have time to finish making their way to the ring before they get attacked from behind by the former New Management Enforcer. Hunter rams through Hammerstein with a clothesline, then throws The Jew Blazer against the nearby barricade, sending him crashing into the first row of fans. As the Maccabee Marvel is helped to his feet by said fans, the former Enforcer then picks Hammerstein back up, bringing him to his feet and throwing him against the barricade on the opposite side! Like his partner before him, the Hammer goes crashing down into the front row of fans, and Hunter moves swiftly, ensuring he stays down by means of stomps to his back and head. Needless to say, the crowd in attendance at the Engine Shed are less than pleased by Storms' antics, but Hunter shows his usual contempt for anyone else's opinion as he continues to stomp away at Hammerstein. 

After another long moment, however, he is forced to stop as a recovered Jew Blazer engages him! The Semitic Superhero surprises his opponent with a righteously enraged right hook to the temple, rattling Storms and forcing him off the top of Hammerstein; before the fans have time to cheer, however, the Sephardic Superstar sees his next punch ducked, as Storms transitions it into a drop-toe hold to the concrete floor! The boos restart as the Blazer faceplants and Hunter moves over to pick up Hammerstein once more. He brings the groggy fan-favourite up, spins him around, and sets up a powerbomb, clearly intending to drop Hammerstein onto the knocked-over guardrail lying underneath him. The boos intensify as he lifts up the Man from Whynot...

...then turn to cheers as Hammerstein hurricanranas his way out of the predicament! Instead of The Hammer, it is Hunter who goes faceplanting onto the guardrail, while the fan-favourite manages to buy himself some time to breathe!

It is clear, however, that Hammerstein is far from a hundred percent as he stumbles away from Hunter and towards his partner, lying at the bottom of the ramp; even still, the fan-favourite fights through his own pain to make sure the Blazer is all right, picking him up and dragging him towards the announce table, in an attitude which gets a huge cheer from the crowd.

The Hammer barely has time to sit his partner down in the time keeeper's chair, however, before he is once again being accosted by a recovered Hunter! Like before, the former Enforcer attacks from behind, and catches the Man from Whynot unaware, with a forearm to the back of the head! The jeering immediately restarts as Hunter throws Hammerstein into the side of Barry and Kerry's table, then – as he bounces off – towards the ring post! The fan-favourite lets out a cry of pain as his shoulder connects with the steel, one which only intensifies as Hammer rams into him, pinning him to the post chest-first! 

Even this is still not enough for Storms, however, as he promptly pulls Hammerstein away from the post and spins him round, pulling him into a powerbomb predicament yet again. This time, The Hammer is too groggy to fight back, and does get dropped on his back against the apron – a bump which once again causes him to let out a scream of pain. Hunter, however, remains insensible to his opponent's plight, as he shoves him under the bottom rope and gets into the ring himself, officially getting the match under way!

As the bell rings, however, Hunter does not bother going for a cover; instead, he once again lays the boot to Hammerstein, punishing him with stomps so as to prevent him from getting up. The referee seeks to intercede, but the Enforcer typically shows absolute disdain for his rule, continuing to stomp away at the downed Hammer for a long moment, and stopping only to once again pick his opponent up. Then, as the referee continues to futilely attempt to stop him, he drops Hammerstein over his knee with a backbreaker, further damaging his opponent's already fragile lower back! Hammerstein is once again heard crying out in pain, a sound which causes the boos from the stands to intensify but brings a sadistic grin to Hunter's features. Without letting go of the Man from Whynot, the former Enforcer then picks him up and applies an invered atomic drop, nailing Hammerstein in his senstive regions and sending him reeling. Without wasting another second, Hunter rams through the fan-favourite with a spear, taking Hammerstein down!

Letting his momentum propel him, the former Enforcer then nimbly scales up the turnbuckle, looking to hit his patented frogsplash. He twists around, looks down at his opponent, appraising him...

...and is thrown off the turnbuckle by the timely intervention of a recovered Jew Blazer!!

The crowd erupts as the Maccabee Marvel makes the former Enforcer topple off the buckle, but despite the advantage his partner managed to gain for his team, it is clear Hammerstein is in no state to capitalise. The Man from Whynot is still – slowly – shaking off the effects of the Spear, and cannot do much more than crawl in Hunter's general direction as he feels his opponent hit the mat. He does not even, in fact, make it all the way, collapsing a foot or so away from the similarly downed Storms, and thus prompting the referee to start the standard ten-count!

ONE!

TWO!

Both men begin to scramble to their feet, but collapse back to the mat!

THREE!

FOUR!

Hunter Storms begins attempting to push himself to his feet once again. Hammerstein follows suit one step behind!

FIVE!

Hunter is to his feet, Hammerstein halfway there!

Seeing he has the advantage, the Enforcer once again steps forward, taking advantage of The Hammer's doubled-over position to set him up in a powerbomb position yet again. He then promptly lifts up Hammerstein...

….only to be sent flying by yet another desperation hurricanrana from the Man from Whynot!

As it becomes apparent that Hammerstein has been taking lessons from his tag team partner, the fan-favourite sees his chance. With Hunter downed, and scrambling to return to his feet, Hammerstein holds up an arm to the crowd, and takes off running in the former Enforcer's direction. As Storms returns to a semi-vertical position, he is therefore greeted with a big running knee from the Hammerman! Hunter falls backwards, slumped against the ropes, and Hammerstein promptly rushes in with a clothesline, throwing him to the outside! Then, without wasting another second, he springboards onto the ropes and takes off, connecting with a big Kamala Special splash to the outside!

The crowd erupt as Hammerstein lands on top of Storms, pinning him to the concrete floor; however, the move is not without its toll on the Hammerman and he, too, stays down, unable to immediately capitalise. For the second time in the match, the referee starts his count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Hammerstein begins scrambling to a kneeling position.

FIVE!

Hammerstein makes it to his knees and takes a moment to catch his breath, as Hunter begins to roll over onto his side!

SIX!

Hammerstein lifts himself up with the aid of the barricade – and a few helpful fans – as Hunter begins to push himself to a seated position!

SEVEN!

Hammerstein clambers over to Hunter and leans over to pick him up...

...only to get his eyes raked!

EIGHT!

Hunter connects with a European uppercut, sending Hammerstein reeling back, and stumbles over to the apron.

NINE!

Hunter pushes himself up onto the apron and rolls underneath the bottom rope, breaking the count!

The crowd boo as the former Enforcer makes yet another lucky escape, but Hunter is not concerned with their opinion. Instead, having made a chance for himself, he seeks to capitalise, promptly rolling back out of the ring and heading towards the fallen Hammerstein!

He would have reckoned, however, without The Jew Blazer, who promptly engages him, seeking to keep him away from his recovering partner. Not wanting to attack Storms and risk a DQ, however, the Jewish superhero merely gets thrown to one side by Hunter, as he makes his way towards Hammerstein and picks him up once again!

As the Semitic Superhero seeks to scramble to his feet once more, Storms throws Hammerstein towards the nearby ring post once again. Rather than rushing in, however, he waits for the Man from Whynot to bounce off this time, promptly connecting with an inverted DDT to the floor as he does! He then shoves Hammerstein underneath the top rope, returning him to the ring, as he himself begins to ascend the turnbuckle once more. Once at the top, he takes only a second to look down and size up Hammerstein before taking off with his patented Nikuden elbow drop...

….AND BEING SWATTED OFF THE AIR BY HIS OPPONENT!

The crowd leap to their feet once more as Hammerstein comes to life, throwing Hunter overhead before wagging his finger at him in a gesture of denial. The Man from Whynot goes full Dikembe Mutombo on his opponent, and even those who do not get the reference love the moment!

Hammerstein knows, however, that mere taunts will not do the trick as far as putting Hunter down is concerned, and promptly seeks to make sure victory is his. A recovered Jew Blazer hops up on the apron just in time to give his expectant tag team partner the cue...

STOP! HAMMER TIME!

The crowd chants along gleefully as their favourite Hammer-dances towards the centre of the ring, catching the recovering Hunter with an elbow to the face! Storms goes back down again, and Hammerstein promptly connects with an elbow drop, pinning him to the mat! He then just as quickly goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO! Kickout by Hunter!

The crowd groan as the former Enforcer kicks out of the elbow combo, but it does not take them more than a moment to begin cheering raucously once again, as Hammerstein rolls to his feet. A chant of 'DROP-DA-HAM-MER!' spreads across the Engine Shed as the Man from Whynot rolls to his feet, causing him to look up at the stands, a satisfied grin on his face. Knowing he must not lose focus, however, The Hammer promptly steps forward once again, bringing Storms to his feet...

...only to get nailed with yet another European uppercut from the former New Management Enforcer!

The cheers turn to boos as Hammerstein goes spiralling into the corner and Hunter finds himself another opening! Knowing better than to waste any time, Storms immediately seeks to capitalise on this, promptly stepping into the corner and cutting off Hammerstein's escape. Then, with the Hammer still half dazed, he winds back and lets fly with his Quarrel Bomber lariat...

….WHICH HAMMERSTEIN DUCKS UNDER!!!

The crowd erupts again as The Hammer surges forward, squeezing through the narrow gap underneath Hunter's arm to escape his predicament! Caught off-guard by the unexpected reaction, Storms nonetheless does his best to turn around quickly, in order not to lose momentum...

...but just a moment too late! As he turns around, the former Enforcer has his head grabbed by Hammerstein, and is promptly pulled down into a stunner! Hammerstein Drops the Hammer, and the Lincolnshire crowd explode! The referee slides in as the Hammerman goes for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...and turns an underdog situation on its head for the win!

WINNER in 07:12: Hammerstein

After the bell, Hammerstein and the Blazer hug in the centre of the ring, as the fans sound their appreciation all around them. Then, as they prepare to leave, the Semitic Superhero turns back towards the fallen Hunter and, uncharacteristically adding insult to injury, states that 'I'M NEXT, YA SCHMUCK!' Then, still hugging each other around the shoulders, he and his partner exit the ring, promptly exposing themselves to a barrage of high-fives and pats to the back which targets them all the way up the ramp and to the back.

[UKWF]

Blaise Fader v Bryan Laughlin

As soon as the competitors come through the curtain, the Lincolnshire crowd shows just how fired up they are for this impromptu replacement match. The handshake between Bryan and Blaise gets a huge cheer, and the palpable excitement levels do not die down one bit as the two competitors begin to circle, ahead of locking up.

Once they do tie up, the two prove to be surprisingly evenly matched. Bryan might have appeared to have the size and strength advantage going in, but Blaise gives good account of herself and manages to make life hard for the One Man Revolution, keeping the impasse for a long moment.

Eventually, however, Laughlin does win out, slipping in behind Blaise for a big suplex! The former UK Champion goes flying overhead, but quickly rolls through to her feet, lunging at Bryan once again...only to get thrown over with a big back body drop! 

Having gained the early advantage, the One Man Revolution then promptly spins around, stepping in towards his fallen opponent and connecting with a double-knee smash to Blaise's chest! The move connects flush, and the former UK Champion stays down a moment longer, allowing the visiting journeyman to retain the match momentum.

Knowing any lapse in concentration could cost him, however, Laughlin does not sleep on his laurels. Instead, he rolls through to his feet and waits for Blaise to get to a semi-vertical position before stepping in again. He spins his fellow fan-favourite around, traps her in a front sleeper hold and – even as Blaise thrashes and writhes – manages to drop her with a side slam! He advances for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TW---NO! Blaise kicks out!

Laughlin does not seem too put off by his opponent's prompt escape from the predicament, however; in fact, his shrug and smirk seem to indicate he expected nothing less from Blaise. Even still, he knows he still has the match momentum, and promptly seeks to build upon it; he rolls through to his feet, positions himself behind Blaise, and waits for the Coventrian to get to her feet; then, stepping in once again, he traps her in another sleeper hold – this one from behind. He is clearly looking to hit his sleeper slam....but this time, Blaise is alert. An elbow shot to Bryan's gut causes him to release the hold, and another opens a gap between him and the former UK Champion. Showing her usual quick wit – at least inside the ring – Blaise is quick to explore this gap, flooring Bryan with a clothesline which reverses offensive momentum. Then, as the visiting superstar goes down, she follows this up just as quickly with a leg drop, cementing her presence in this match! She advances for a cover!

ONE!

TW—NO!

Laughlin kicks out just as quickly as Fader had before him, and the former UK Champion's reaction is just as nonchalant; both wrestlers know the other can do better, and both seem actively eager to push their opponent to that limit before attempting to end the match.

Even still, Blaise has finally found a way into the match, and she now seems eager to do what she does best. And in true Fader fashion, she immediately aims for what works, putting some distance between herself and Bryan Laughlin so as to take a running start for her trademark big boot, the Exocet! She patiently waits for her opponent to pull himself to a vertical base, then promptly rushes in with extended foot...

...which gets caught and reversed into a dragon whip by Laughlin! Fader goes flipping head over heels to the mat, and momentum is reversed yet again!

Back in control after his brief mishap, Laughlin once again begins to size up his opponent. Then, as Blaise pulls herself to her feet, he makes for the nearest ring post, scurrying up to the top turnbuckle. He waits for the Coventrian to recover her bearings and turn around, then leaps off with a missile dropkick...

….which Blaise dives out of the way of, causing Bryan to connect with nothing but the hard canvas of the mat!

The crowd cheer as their favourite immediately reverses the unfavourable momentum once again, but Blaise is not taking any chances; instead, as soon as she sees Bryan Laughlin begin to pull himself to a vertical base, she rushes in, connecting with a huge kick to the back of his head! Laughlin goes down, and Fader advances for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

--NO!

Once again, Fader looks impressed with Laughlin's resilience as, in typical sporting fashion, she steps back and gives him the space to get to his feet once again. Wishing to retain her momentum, however, it does not take the fan-favourite very long to once again step forward, spinning her still somewhat woozy opponent around and setting him up for her trademark alley oop facebuster; sernsing trouble, Bryan attempts to weigh himself down, but Fader is quicker to react, lifting the bigger man up and throwing him overhead! Bryan Laughlin Fades Away, and Blaise Fader leaps in for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

….NO!!

This time, Bryan kicks out only after a long two-count, but kicks out nonetheless, drawing another suitably impressed reaction from his opponent. The crowd at the Engine Shed appears to share Blaise's feelings on the matter, and give both competitors another huge cheer, showing their appreciation for what is a predictably tremendous match.

Blaise, however, takes no more than a moment to acknowledge this reaction before turning her attention back to her opponent; it appears as though the former UK Champion is now in that zone where very little matters apart from the match, and all of her focus is on retaining her offensive momentum. With that in mind, she rolls through to her feet, waits for Bryan to do the same...then pulls him into a German suplex! She bridges!

ONE!

TWO!

...NO!!

Bryan just about manages to get his shoulder up, but Blaise is not discouraged. She rolls through to her feet, waits for her opponent to do the same, then steps in once again, spinning Laughlin around into a belly-to-belly suplex! Another cover ensues!

ONE!

TWO!

---NO!!

Another kickout from Bryan Laughlin forces Blaise to start over!

The former UK Champion does not particularly seem to mind, however; in fact, Blaise seems to be just as hyped up for this match as the rest of the crowd, and has a grin from ear to ear as she rolls through to her feet. Then, as she waits for Bryan to stand up, she motions for the crowd to 'watch this'. The Engine Shed replies deafeningly, as Blaise steps in closer to the dazed Bryan and spins him around once again. She traps his head under her arm, then lifts him up, looking for the vertical suplex....

...which Bryan dodges, writhing his body so that he is able to land on his feet behind his opponent! Then, reacting quicker than Blaise can, he traps the fan-favourite in a full nelson and connects with a suplex, throwing her overhead! Blaise gets Dump'd into the corner, landing in a seated position, and Bryan sees his chance; promptly rolling through to his feet, he makes a dash across the ring, connecting with his trademark coast-to-coast dropkick, the Burning River Leap!

This sequence meets with a roar of approval from the crowd, and a chant of 'THIS IS AWESOME!' erupts from one section of the audience, quickly spreading across the arena. The reaction brings a smile to Bryan's face as he pulls Blaise out of the corner and lays her parallel to the corner turnbuckle. Then, still with the crowd reaching fever pitch, he once again scales the turnbuckle, taking a moment to size Blaise up before leaping off with the swanton bomb leg drop he calls the 1945...

...ONLY FOR BLAISE TO POP UP AND PLUCK HIM OFF THE AIR!!!

The crowd erupt as the former United Kingdom Champion suddenly leaps to her feet, in time to catch her opponent in a fireman's carry position! A roar arises as the fans anticipate the Coventry Blitz powerbomb...

...then intensifies as Laughlin somehow slips off, landing behind Blaise once again! Fader attempts to react, but the visiting superstar is quicker yet again, trapping her in a full nelson once more and causing her to once again get Dump'd! This time, he bridges the move, as the referee slides in for the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

SHOULDER UP BY BLAISE!!!

The crowd holds their breath...

….then explode into raucous cheering as the referee signals that the decision stands! Bryan Laughlin just manages to scrape a victory!!

WINNER in 13:44: Bryan Laughlin

Despite the defeat, Blaise is quick to scramble back up to her feet and envelop Bryan in a hug. The 4CW Television Champion looks a little uncomfortable, but his posture eases as the Coventrian releases her clutch on him and instead raises his hand. Laughlin is quick to do the same to her, as a chant of 'THAT WAS AWESOME!' intermingles with another of 'THANK YOU GUYS!' Overall, the atmosphere inside the Engine Shed could not be more joyous as Fader and Laughlin exit the ring and make their way up the ramp, chatting amenably.

Only at that point do things become a little more sombre, as – upon reaching the top of the ramp - the two wrestlers come face to face with Blaise Fader's rival, Arcane, coming out for his own match. The tension inside the Engine Shed becomes palpable for a long moment – both Blaise and Laughlin apparently ready to defend themselves if need be – but, to everyone's surprise, the former leader of the New Management Enforcers makes no motion to attack, instead simply giving the former UK Champion a meaningful smirk as he holds up his wrist and taps it. The message is clear: for Blaise Fader, time is running out.

[UKWF]

James Edwards v Arcane

The second of the two impromptu replacement matches in this UKWF show begins with the two men having an intense staredown, which lasts for a long few seconds and starts to whip the crowd into a frenzy. Arcane directs a few choice words at Edwards, to go with the glare, and these seem to have the desired effect on the former Broadcast Champion, whose glare immediately intensifies, scorching through the Number One Contender to the United Kingdom Championship. To his credit, Edwards is not content simply to sit and take it, and directs a few words of his own at Arcane – words which give every appearance of hitting home, as the bigger man promptly shoves the journeyman. Edwards responds in kind, sending Arcane reeling a few steps back, but this makes things even worse for the former Broadcast Champion, as Arcane's next move is not a shove, but a clothesline, which takes Edwards down!

With his opponent downed, Arcane wastes no time connecting with a series of hard stomps, clearly meant to show Edwards his place and curb the former Broadcast Champion's attitude. These, predictably, meet with a hugely negative reaction from the Lincolnshire crowd, and – just as predictably – bring the referee over to admonish Arcane. On a night which has, thus far, not been the kindest for the UKWF official, he finds himself at the receiving end of yet another verbal berating, as Arcane curtly but pointedly tells him that he will stop stomping when he very well pleases, and not a moment sooner. The referee gathers up all his courage as he prepares to admonish Arcane yet again, but his determined demeanour quickly wanes as the former Enforcer draws his attention away from his opponent to advance on him with an evil smirk. After Sarah Lacklan's actions earlier in the night, the referee is very wary of wrestlers advancing on him, and his attempts to tell Arcane to cease and desist become less and less vehement with every step the former Enforcer takes across the mat.

Just as the situation seems dire, however, the party forgotten in amidst all the commotion – Edwards himself – makes his presence felt, lunging at Arcane from behind and throwing him over with a suplex just in time to save the referee from harm! The official gives the Burning Heart a grateful look as he rolls through to his feet, and Edwards directs a two-fingered salute towards him, as if to say he is welcome. Then, knowing any lapse in concentration can be fatal against an opponent like Arcane, he promptly turns his attention back to his opponent, just in time to see him push himself to one knee.

Knowing how dangerous it can be to give Arcane room, Edwards promptly seeks to make sure he retains his momentum, leaping into the air and connecting with a dropkick to the side of Arcane's head. This does just enough to send the bigger man down to the mat, and give Edwards the room to put some distance between himself and his opponent, buying him some precious seconds in which to devise an attack strategy.

It does not take long, however, before Arcane is back on his feet, and Edwards is being forced to spring into action once again. The former Enforcer has a manic, dangerous glint in his eye as he advances towards the former Broadcast Champion, and James thinks it best not to take any chances, letting his opponent come to him rather than engaging him directly. This turns out to be a smart move, as – when Arcane lunges forward with another clothesline – Edwards is able to telegraph it and dodge underneath the Enforcer's outstretched arm. Then, as Arcane turns around, the Burning Heart pumps the brakes on himself just long enough to counter with another dropkick, throwing Arcane into the ropes!

With Edwards forced to scramble to his feet after the aerial strike, however, Arcane is easily able to disentangle himself from the cables to once again meet the Broadcast Champion in the centre of the ring. However, as he steps in towards Edwards, he is surprised to see the journeyman suddenly spring up with an European uppercut! Unsurprisingly, given Arcane's lack of preparation, the move connects, and Stella Chalmers-Blythe's golden boy goes spiralling towards the ropes once more. With nothing to hinder his progress this time, James Edwards quickly gives chase, connecting with a big clothesline which sends Arcane to the outside! 

Knowing better than to follow his opponent into his element, however, the Burning Heart simply waits inside the ring for Arcane to recover, his frown of concentration indicating that he is quite likely thinking up alternate strategies with which to surprise his opponent. The referee, in the meantime, simply begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

As the referee counts 'five', Arcane pushes himself onto the apron and rolls under the bottom rope, re-entering the ring. Edwards, however, keeps his distance, right up until the former Enforcer pulls himself to a semi-prone position. Only then does he run in, apparently looking for a kick to Arcane's head...

...only to find himself being thrown over the top rope, as Arcane pops up to his feet and shoves him in the direction of the floor!

The crowd gasp in horror, but Edwards is thankfully able to break his fall, minimizing the damage to every part of his body...except his arm. The Burning Heart grimaces and clutches his limb as he writhes around on the ground, but does not have long to nurture the pain; unlike Edwards himself, Arcane did not hesitate to follow his opponent to the outside, and now grabs the journeyman by the hair as he brings him to his feet. The referee begins the standard ten-count, but Arcane barely seems to hear it, as he goes about inflicting as much damage to Edwards as possible!

There follow a long few moments in which Edwards is shoved into every surface available at ringside. Not content with shoving his opponent against the apron and the ring post, Arcane also flings him towards the steel steps, forcing him to use his arm to once again break the fall and thus intensifying the damage done to that particular limb. Even that is far from the end of the former Enforcer's offence, however, as Arcane grabs Edwards by the hair and throws him against a nearby barricade, sending it and the Burning Heart clattering to the ground. A sadistic grin broaching his features, the former leader of the NME then connects with a vicious curb-stomp, ramming his opponent's face against the Engine Shed's concrete floor with a sickening crunch. Crowd noise levels reach fever pitch as Arcane then brings the semi-conscious Edwards up and throws him in the direction of the ring, allowing him to once again bump off it chest-first before roughly shoving him underneath the bottom rope and rolling in himself, breaking the referee's count just as it reaches 'NINE!' He then puts the official's competencies to a whole other use, as he drops down on top of Edwards and covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NO!!!

The Engine Shed explodes as the Burning Heart lives up to his name and kicks out, even despite his groggy state and the beating he was just at the receiving end of. Arcane himself can barely believe it when his opponent throws his shoulder up, but does not let it faze him; instead, he leans down to bring Edwards to his feet, before pulling him up into a snap powerslam, which drives him right back down to the ring again. Cool as a cucumber, Arcane advances into another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO!!!

Another narrow kickout from Edwards has the crowd gasping, and Arcane himself frowning in disbelief. Even still, Stella's number one athlete does not let his concentration drop, instead making his way back to his feet and connecting with a stomp to Edward's injured arm, which brings a cry of pain from the Burning Heart. Boos immediately begin to issue from the crowd once more at the unnecessarily cruel gesture, but Arcane lets them bounce off him, as he is wont to do; instead, he simply brings the Burning Heart back up, signalling that it is time to end things. He then promptly lifts Edwards up and drapes him over his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. The boos intensify as he signals for the Magnum Opus...

...only for Edwards to slip off and reverse the attempt into one of his own! He quickly applies a half-nelson, then – before Arcane has time to react – throws his opponent over with his trademark Half-Cut suplex! He bridges it for a pinning predicament, and the referee slides in to count!

ONE!

TWO!

---But Edwards' injured arm gives out, and he is unable to keep the move bridged!

The crowd deflate as the Burning Heart collapses to the mat, once again clutching his injured arm, his chance at an upset gone, at least for the moment. Arcane, on the other hand, sees his chance, and promptly seeks to take it. He gets to his feet, leans in, plucks Edwards from his position slumped over the bottom rope, brings him to his feet...

...and gets blasted with a backfist to the face!!

The crowd at the Lincoln arena erupt once again as the former Enforcer goes reeling back, and his opponent explodes out of the ropes with a second backfist! The Double Tap connects, and Edwards is not yet done – he promptly runs in and completes the trilogy with a superkick, which sends Arcane spiralling into the corner!

The Engine Shed comes to life once again as the former Enforcer falls against the post in a seated position – the perfect setup for Edwards' trademark knock-out move. The former Broadcast Champion seems to realise this too, and it does not take him more than a moment to steel himself and run forward, looking for the Violent Gospel....

….which Arcane somehow dodges!!!

Edwards yelps in pain as his foot connects with only the steel of the ring post, his opponent having somehow managed to leap forward at the very last second. Arcane's groggy demeanour as he scrambles to his feet, on the other hand, reveals that the former Enforcer was not simply playing possum, and that Edwards' superkick did have its effects; nevertheless, the UK Championship Number One Contender is able to fight through the pain as he struggles to get to his feet, his desire to apply the final blow speaking louder than his exertion. As such, when the Broadcast Champion turns around, he lunges towards him, looking for his trademark roundhouse kick...

….just as Edwards himself fights through his own pain and exhaustion to rebound off the ropes and surge forward, looking for the rebound bicycle kick he calls the Pole Shift!

On a collision course with one another, the two athletes naturally end up meeting at the centre of the ring. Rather than cancel each other out, however, each of their kicks connects at the exact same time, the Pole Shift connecting just a moment earlier than the roundhouse, but not early enough to prevent Arcane's strike from landing. The two men therefore go down at the same time, seemingly unconscious, prompting the referee to begin his standard ten-count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Still neither man so much as budges!

FIVE!

SIX!

Both men begin to stir!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Both men continue to stir, but neither makes an attempt to push himself upright....

NINE!

TEN!

JAMES EDWARDS GETS TO HIS KNEES AND HOLDS HIS ARM UP!

The crowd erupts as the referee acknowledges the Burning Heart's gesture, pointing to him and declaring him the winner by technical KO!

WINNER by TKO in 11:46: James Edwards

As soon as he has responded to the ten-count, however, the Burning Heart falls back down to the mat, forcing the EMT team to assist him as well as Arcane. As the camera closes in on his battered and bruised face, however, one detail stands out to even the least attentive of viewers.

As he lies on the mat, semi-conscious...James Edwards is smiling.

[UKWF]

Neal Durden, Lowri Moss, Valkyrie & Night Train Ayano v Gaia Galanos & The Order

The first sign that this event's main attraction will be far from a regular match comes before the bell has even rung - as all four members of the fan-favourite team wait inside the ring for their opponents to join them, the venue's lights go out. The usual litany of squeals and mobile phone screen flashes ensues, but a large portion of the audience – having correctly anticipated what is about to occur – also makes its displeasure known, treating the not-quite-present-yet members of The Order to a round of jeering.

When, a moment later, the house lights return, the scenario most of the paying fans had predicted is taking place; rather than line up in an orderly fashion and engage their opponents in accordance with the rules, The Order has chosen to come in under cover of darkness, and is now brawling with the members of the opposing team inside the ring!

The referee tries, in vain, to establish order as all eight athletes trade blows. Valkyrie is brawling with Magdalena Waechter, while Neal Durden and Lowri Moss have their hands full with both of The Order's acolytes. The most heated brawl, however, is between Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano, both of which look totally oblivious to anything happening around them as they punch, kick and claw with one another.

This situation remains unchanged for a long few seconds, before one of the participants sees fit to take matters into their own hands and escalate the brawl further. This is, predictably, The Shard, who, as Lowri Moss momentarily disposes of Sister Grendel and rounds up on him, picks up the rookie in a chokeslam and throws her down to the mat. The fans boo this almost nonchalant attack on ther fan-favourite, but none are more angry than Neal Durden, who redoubles the intensity of his punches as he seeks to avenge his partner and friend!

Perhaps predictably, the bigger man seeks to send the second member of the rookie Welsh duo the same way his partner went a moment before; Neal, however, is quick enough to dodge, taking advantage of the Shard's lumbering speed to put some distance between himself and The Order's monster. 

As The Shard slowly turns around, confused, Valkyrie – who has just sent Magdalena Waechter over the ropes and to the outside – steps in to engage the big man, buying her team-mate for the evening some time. Neal steps forward to check on the fallen Lowri but, before he can so much as lean over his tag partner, he finds his way blocked by Sister Grendel! Not hesitating one second, the young Welshman connects with a crunching punch to the blonde's nose, which sends her reeling, then follows it up with a running arched big boot, dropping the youngest and smallest member of The Order!

With a few moments to rest, Neal is finally able to walk over and help Lowri onto her feet. He advises his partner to take a rest, pointing towards the corner turnbuckle, but Lowri shakes her head, instead stepping in to help Valkyrie combat The Shard! The crowd at the Engine Shed roarsasthe young Welshwoman's trademark fighting spirit shines through, and even Neal looks impressed as he joins the fray, creating a three-on-one situation for The Order's unstoppable force!

As all this is going on, Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano continue their private brawl, which has now spilled onto ringside. As the camera catches up with them,. Gaia makes an attempt at throwing her opponent against the announce table, but – much to the delight of the crowd in attendance – Night Train turns an unfavourable situation on its head, pulling herself together long enough to hop onto the announce table herself, and springboard from there onto Gaia with a big Phoenix splash! The Engine Shed comes unhinged as both women go down, Night Train having seemingly knocked 

herself out in the process as well!

As all this is going on, inside the ring, the three fan-favourites have joined forces to pin The Shard to the corner and – through a supreme effort mostly shouldered by Valkyrie – throw him over the ropes and to the outside. The crowd erupts as the giant hits the concrete floor of the Engine Shed, but the trio in question barely have time to exchange high-fives before they are accosted by a revived Magdalena Waechter and Sister Grendel!

Having their biggest threat out of the way emboldens the team, however, and they once again split off, Lowri engaging Grendel while Valkyrie resumes her brawling with Magdalena Waechter and Neal keeps an eye out for an eventual revival by The Shard.

Now with more favourable odds, and more evenly matched opposition, it does not take the two fan-favourites long to assert themselves over their opponents. Valkyrie withstands the Canoness's tooth-and-nail scratching and clawing admirably, while Lowri is able to back Grende up into a corner, where she begins to apply chops to the blonde's chest. She then quickly switches to headbutts, catching Grendel unaware and further dazing her opponent. With the blonde suitably groggy, Lowri then raises a hand in the air, drawing a cheer from the crowd, before taking a few steps back. She holds up her arm again, getting another cheer, then runs in looking for her trademark Superkick, the Breuddwydion Melus...

...only to get sent flying over the turnbuckle by a suddenly revived Grendel! 

The fans groan in sympathy as the Welshwoman careens towards the Engine Shed's floor, but the groans quickly turn to cheers as Neal Durden literally leaps into action; before Grendel even knows what hit her, he is avenging his tag team partner a second time, by dropping her with his Rolling Stone Cutter!

The blonde has barely hit the floor, however, before the tables turn once again, and Neal gets accosted by Magdalena Waechter! The Canoness has broken free of Valkyrie's grasp for a split-second, and promptly seeks to avenge her own disciple. She pulls Neal to his feet and – before the youth so much as has time to react - floors him with her rainmaker lariat. She lets out an evil chuckle as Neal drops to the floor...

….then gets promptly rammed into by Valkyrie!!

The force of the impact sends the Canoness spiralling into the ropes, but Magdalena shows just enough composure to bounce off and stay on her feet...

...only to run straight into the arms of an expectant Valkyrie! Knowing an opportunity when she sees one, the Dane wastes no time lifting the Canoness up and lifting her into a powerbomb position! A moment later, Sister Mortis is hitting the canvas next to her acolyte, having been at the receiving end of an Allfather Drop!

As the blonde lets out a primal scream, however, another, louder bellow nearly deafens her. In the fracas, everyone has forgotten about the biggest member of either of the teams, and he has therefore had plenty of time to recover. The hulking behemoth called The Shard bellows again as he clambers around the ringside, awakened from his stupor and looking for revenge!

Knowing something must be done, Valkyrie promptly steels herself for a fight, but The Shard does not take to the ring after her; instead, his own peculiar form of tunnel vision causes his attention to wander to the wrestler directly ahead of him – in this case, a recovering Lowri Moss! Oblivious to the danger directly in front of her, the young Welsh rookie pulls herself to her feet, shakes off the cobwebs caused by her spill to the outside, and prepares to re-enter the fray...

...and that is when she sees him.

The camera zooms in on Lowri's awed expression, her pupils dilating in terror as The Shard advances towards her...

….only to stop a few steps away, as something comes crashing against his body!!

The fans roar as a revived Neal Durden lands on The Shardr's back, having been sent soaring through the air by Valkyrie, and clings to the monster for dear life, attempting to lock in a chokehold. Witnessing the situation, Lowri momentarily hesitates between saving herself or saving her partner, but it does not take her more than a second to make up her mind; a moment after Neal landed on his back, The Shard is at the receiving end of a Breuddwydion Melus superkick of his own!

This unexpected source of discomfort causes the behemoth to grunt in surprise, before once again bellowing in rage. Before either Valkyrie or Lowri can do anything at all, The Shard swings his body to one side, sending Neal Durden flying off to collide with the ring post, and reaches for Moss with his free hand, setting her up for The Fall!

Seeing this, Valkyrie steps forward, attempting to intervene...only for her plans to be foiled, as she gets caught from behind by Magdalena Waechter, who traps her in a full nelson! The Canoness then gestures for her similarly revived disciple to climb up the turnbuckle, while on the outside, The Shard applies The Fall to a totally helpless Lowri!

As all this is going on, two members of each of the teams remain totally unaware of all the twists and turns. While the action at ringside is enough to make fans forget about them, Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano continue their particular brawl, which has by this point spilled onto the crowd. After reviving from Ayano's senton, Galanos immediately gained control of the brawl, sending her opponent against the apron, then doing the same on the other side, knocking her against the barricade. Since then, Ayano has found herself on the back foot, and – while she profited from some help from the fans to stand up off her knees and make the contest a little more even – the joshi is clearly still at a disadvantage as her and her opponent immerse themselves deeper and deeper into the Engine Shed crowd.

Meanwhile, at ringside, Magdalena and Grendel's teamwork has proved enough to allow The Shard to hit Lowri with The Fall, but the monster is not satisfied with simply dropping the Welshwoman over his knee; instead, as he does so, he keeps his hand in place, lifting Lowri up over his head yet again and stepping in closer to the announce table. Then, as Barry Jones and Kerry Buckingham watch on in horror, he throws the youth down once more, causing her to go through the announce table!

The fans' reaction as Lowri crumples through the wooden structure is a mixture of horrified gasps and vehement boos – one which grows, if possible, only louder as The Shard suddenly becomes aware of Neal Durden once more, and decides his punishment, too, must be more severe. As he leans over to pick up the youngster, his intention seems to be to send him the same way as his partner before him...

...but this is where Valkyrie's quick wit comes into play. As Grendel dives off the turnbuckle with her trademark diving headbutt, the Mord und Totschlag, the Dane foils her and her superior's admittedly cunning plan. As the blonde comes crashing down from the top of the ring post, the bigger woman crouches down, breaking Magdalena's full nelson and causing the Canoness to receive the brunt of her acolyte's headbutt! As the two women go crashing to the floor, the big blonde then slips out of the ring, making a beeline for The Shard just as he is lifting Neal above his head. She yells out as she goes, to get the monster's attention, then – when The Shard turns in her direction – gives the bigger man a Roskilde Kiss! 

The headbutt causes The Shard to drop Neal Durden – who is, thankfully, caught and brought to safety by some front-row fans – but Valkyrie is far from done yet. Seeking to further the damage to the behemoth, she then unleashes Stormfront upon The Order's secret weapon, hitting him with alternate left and right punches, which send him reeling, then applying a knife-hand chop to the neck. This has, at least, the merit of confusing The Shard, giving the Dane an opening to hit him with a superkick of her own! Being somewhat stronger than Lowri, her strike has sufficient force to send the giant toppling onto the remains of the same table he put Lowri through, only narrowly missing the Welshwoman! The fans erupt as Valkyrie does not quite deliver on her promise to powerbomb The Shard, but does the next best thing!

The Dane does not have too long to gloat, however – or even to so much as check that Neal is all right - as no sooner does she turn around to face the ring than she is confronted with a revived Sister Grendel standing on the apron, a manic glint in her eye. As the bigger woman turns towards her, The Order's zealot jumps off, with a primal shriek, springboarding off the ropes onto a big cross body...

….which Valkyrie catches and reverses into Freyja's Justice, onto the apron!!! 

The fans let out a gasp of admiration as Grendel crumples to the Engine Shed floor in a heap, and the Dane finally takes the time to check on Neal Durden. After ascertaining that her team-mate is all right – Neal giving her a big thumbs-up – the Dane promptly hops onto the apron, re-entering the ring, the better to deal with the last member of the opposing team.

Seeing two people in the ring, one from each team, the referee makes an executive decision, calling for the bell! The typical metallic ding sounds almost incongruous in the middle of all the carnage, but its meaning is unmistakable nonetheless – there will be a match after all!

Regardless of the bell, however, one of the members of each team will not be taking part in any further action. Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano's brawl, which has led them into, and then out of the assembled crowd, has now spilled up the ramp, and by the time the bell sounds, the two women are going through the entrance curtain, still trading punches in what is now a much more even contest, even if Night Train is still on the back foot.

The fans, however, barely notice this, as what happens in the ring has their full attention; for no sooner has Valkyrie re-entered the ring than Magdalena Waechter springs up out of nowhere, leaping forward to connect with another Exorcism!! The rainmaker lariat catches the blonde completely unaware, and Valkyrie goes toppling backwards over the ropes and to the outside...onto Neal Durden! The two team-mates go down, groggy, and the fans let out a groan, as all seems lost for the fan-favourite team!

Magdalena, on the other hand, is too exhausted herself to attempt to follow through, and simply drops to the mat, exhausted. She seems to barely even register what is occurring as the referee starts his standard ten-count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Magdalena makes an effort to pull herself to her feet...

EIGHT!

The Canoness pulls herself to a kneeling position, and reaches for the ropes in front of her.

NINE!

Magdalena grabs the ropes...

TEN!

...and slumps to the mat again!

Her effort has, however, been enough for the referee to consider his count a count-out, rather than a TKO! As the official calls for the bell, the confused Engine Shed crowd slowly comes to terms with what happened: The Order just got a count-out win, in a match that should arguably not even have begun!

WINNERS in 18:37: Gaia Galanos & The Order

Looking over the ringside area, however, it is clear that no one is really a winner. Each and every wrestler which has not disappeared to the back is being assisted by EMTs, and it is with close-up shots of each of their pained or semi-conscious faces – and The Shard's obviously undecipherable masked visage - that an eventful night comes to an end.