UKWF Power Play RESULTS!

[UKWF]

Usual time, usual streaming service and independent television network, usual British independent wrestling show. Indeed, it is time for yet another UKWF broadcast, the first in a few weeks to feature the usual Rezillos soundtrack and a full-colour montage of moves from some of the company's athletes. After everyone has 'got their stuff in', as it is normally said, the montage ends in the usual title card graphic:

UKWF POWER PLAY

A moment later, home viewers find themselves inside a well-composed Pulse Club, filled with rabid wrestling fans from both the local university – where the show is taking place – and further afield. The camera starts by giving an aerial view of the venue, before launching into its usual pan of the front rows. As it speeds along, it also gives viewers a glimpse of some of the more interesting posters and signs in the crowd:

I'M A SHIELDSISTER

NIGHT TRAIN TO HEL

TONIGHT ARCANE FADES AWAY

I STAND WITH SARAH

From there, the feed cuts to the announce table, where the usual duo are all smiles.

Barry Jones: Welcome ter Leeds, everyone! I'm Baz Jones, sittin' 'ere with the luvly Kerry, an' ready f'r a night o' good ol' brawlin'!

Kerry Buckingham: Oh, yes. I am actually anticipating this, for once. I cannot WAIT to see my DAR-ling Alex slaughter that disgusting pig!

Baz: Oi! Watch yer mouth, luv! Luvly lass, she is!

Kerry: Darling, no offence, but your standards are not exactly the highest...

Baz seems a little put off by this comment, but seeks to shrug it off as he continues;

Baz: An' folks, we 'ave some big matches f'r you ternigh'...like them two gels...big blonde an' the littl'un...takin' on th' other biggun an' the nutter! HUGE, that one is!

Kerry: It involves Gaia. Not. Interested.

Barry once again simply shrugs, as he continues, not entirely accurately:

Baz: We also 'ave two new teams 'avin' their first match...and that Socialpath bloke takin' on that Spanish gel..an' that Son Goku bloke facin' that Donner bloke.

Kerry: ...darling. Just...stop. Really. You are embarrassing yourself.

Baz: ...an' the Tag Champs takin' on those Dynasty lads who want ter fight 'em f'r their belts!

Kerry: Now that one, I am interested in. For the same reasons as with Alex.

Baz: An' folks...tha' match is next! So stick around!

As if to corroborate the announcer's words, right then, a theme song starts up on the speakers, indicating the arrival of the first superstar of the evening!

[UKWF]

The Dynasty v The Master Sisters

This match begins with Mark Storm, Declan Black and DC Wiland waiting in the ring, as The Master Sisters' music plays through the arena speakers.

And waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

A slight but noticeable chorus of jeers begins to arise from one section of the crowd as the seconds tick by without so much as a sign of the Tag Team Champions. Hearing it, the members of The Dynasty nod in agreement, the expressions on their faces indicating that they fully agree with the Leeds crowd's sentiment.

Just as the localised bout of booing is becoming more widespread, however, some activity from the ramp draws the fans' attention away from the ring and towards the entrance curtain, from which a lone figure has just emerged. Dressed in her best pant suit and with a microphone in hand, Aurora Master does not at all seem ready to wrestle, causing The Dynasty to exchange confused looks as they watch the third Sister progress halfway down the ramp, then stop to gaze at them intently. A smirk on her features from her opponents' reactions, Aurora then speaks two simple words:

'Surprise, motherfuckers!'

Almost at the same time as she says this, a look of horror crosses Declan Black's face as someone leans in to whisper in his ear. That someone, as becomes apparent a moment later, is none other than Moonlight Master, who has presumably asked The Dynasty member not to die, ahead of hitting him with her trademark knock-out punch! Caught entirely by surprise, Black is unable to react quickly enough, and the Please Don't Die connects flush, knocking him unconscious.

What follows immediately afterwards is a blur of action. Seeing his partner fall from Moonlight's punch, Mark Storm lunges towards the youngest and biggest of the Sisters, only to find himself flung over the ropes and to the outside by a huge back body drop from Moonlight! Helpless to reverse the move, the journeyman flies face-first into the concrete, giving Carnival Master the cue she needs to literally leap into action herself, running down the apron and crashing onto her opponent with a senton bomb, which takes them both down, seemingly unconscious! 

Meanwhile, in the ring, the third member of The Dynasty makes a valiant attempt of his own at stopping Moonlight Master's trail of destruction. The big blonde half of the UKWF Tag Team Champions is, however, unflappable, and reverses her opponent's attempted offence into her other trademark move, the Master Crash! Wiland falls to the mat, limp, and Moonlight nudges Declan with her foot, causing him to roll onto, and then off of, the apron. Then, once alone in the ring with Wiland, she drops down into a cover....

...which the referee initially refuses to count!

The Leeds crowd erupts at the act of defiance from the man in the stripes, but Moonlight and Aurora are visibly less amused, and simultaneously snap at the official to 'COUNT IT!' Faced with the imposing Moonlight's very visibly growing anger, the referee has no choice but to relent, calling for the bell, then immediately dropping down to count the already-made cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And the element of surprise gives The Master Sisters an exceedingly quick win over their main challengers!

WINNERS in 0:03: The Master Sisters

[UKWF]

No sooner has the bell rung and Moonlight gotten to her feet than Aurora slips into the ring. Standing by her sister as she has her hand raised, the oldest of the Masters looks around at the Yorkshire crowd, a sarcastic smirk on her features.

Aurora Master: Aww...it seems like we have no challengers for our belts after all...

The Leeds crowd voice their disapproval, if possible, even louder as Aurora runs a finger down her cheek to symbolize a tear. The Londoner, however, is hardly put off by this, instead merely proceeding:

Aurora: We told you. We told you no one was on our level. We told you no one could step to the GREATEST UKWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF ALL TIME! We told you...

Voice: ...HOLD IT!!

The crowd's jeers turn to cheers as a lone figure wanders onto the ramp, looking up at Aurora and Moonlight in the ring with a defiant expression on his features. As the two Sisters gawp at him in a mixture of confusion and disbelief, Jack Tillman brings the microphone to his lips once again:

Jack Tillman: Hold it just one second. There are more than just three members in the Dynasty. And as far as I know, you three haven't beaten me.

This brings a cheer from the crowd, but nothing more than a chuckle from Aurora:

Aurora: Yeah? And what are you going to do? Fight us on your own? Because in case you didn't notice...we beat all of your partners.

Aurora motions in a sweeping gesture, but Tillman is not yet defeated:

Jack Tillman: Yeah. You beat them. Because you blindsided them. And you know what that tells me? That tells me you're scared.

Aurora's reaction upon hearing this is one of fake, over-the-top laughter, with the blonde going so far as to rib her taller sister in her phony hilarity. Tillman, however, does not rise to the bait, simply continuing:

Jack Tillman: Oh, you think that's funny? Well, answer me this: if you're not scared, how come you're never at shows, competing?

Aurora responds almost immediately, barely letting her interloper finish:

Aurora: We already said why. If you were paying attention, you'd k--

Jack, however, talks right over the Masters' mouthpiece, firing his next question:

Jack Tillman: And if you're not scared, how come you're backing out of facing The Dynasty again right now?

Once again, the answer is prompt:

Aurora: Listen, arsehole, we don't have anything to prove to you or anybody. We're the Champions, and we do what we want. How bou' dah?

Tillman, however, is not impressed:

Jack Tillman: The Champions, huh? Well, I'm still calling bullshit. I still think you're scared. In fact...

The youngster smirks.

Jack Tillman: In fact, if you're not scared...face us again. I'll step in to fight alongside Mark against your two sisters. I mean...if you're SO much better than us...it won't be a problem, right?

Aurora's first reaction is to vehemently shake her head, denying her interloper's suggestion. A moment later, however, she seems to think better of it, and once again brings the microphone to her lips, glowering directly at Tillman as she states:

Aurora: You know what? All right. We'll face you two. Just so we can beat you once and for all and you can SHUT UP about it!

The crowd explodes as the Masters' mouthpiece accepts the Dynasty member's challenge. Aurora, however, has little time to react or even expand upon her acceptance, as no more than a moment later Moonlight taps her on the arm, pointing at the prone Carnival outside the ring. An expression of genuine concern crosses Aurora's features as she steps out of the apron to check on her sister, with Tillman doing the same for his own tag team partners. It is on a shot of EMTs surrounding half of the match's participants that the show cuts to the back once more.

[UKWF]

“I STAND WITH SARAH! I STAND WITH SARAH! I STAND WITH SARAH!”

The crowd outside the Pulse Club is raucious and filled with teenagers. Men and women alike ranging from 14 to 21 proudly wear “Please, Shit Up” and “Bleed the World” t-shirts, but the most important thing is the black armband on their right biceps, the red writing displaying their message:

I STAND WITH SARAH

The albino goddess of beauty stands behind them all with a smug smirk on her insanely perfect face. She is behind a large desk proudly displaying the t-shirts and armbands, along with DVD copies of her movie The Blood Princess Bride. Dressed in a black and red gown with actual diamond dust running down the pleats, she is as stunning as she is overwhelmingly athletic.

Kenzi Grey: Well, the “Shit Up” shirts are sold out. I CANNOT believe that became a thing.

Sarah’s dark girlfriend stands next to her, the famous Cheater McCheaterpants running her eyes over their inventory. Sarah turns her gaze of smugness on her totes hawt girlfriend.

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Well, of course they sold out. It was a travesty of justice that I have to serve this suspension. A TRAVESTY, I say. And this fine? A FINE?! ME?! I am the Red Queen of Lacklanland! I am not one of those penniless paupers who run the UKWF social media accounts! The lint in my SOCK DRAWER could pay this fine!

Kenzi rolls her eyes.

Kenzi: It’s my fault, anyway. You had that match one but I got in the way. I shouldn’t have given you that pendant.

Sarah: Nonsense! It was the referee’s fault for ILLEGALLY reversing that decision. ILLEGALLY, I say! He got what was coming to him. But the person who runs this company...whoever he and/or she may be...will understand the extreme error they have perpetuated against me! LOOK, Beloved! Look at my army!

Sarah gestures to the mass of teenagers in front of her, the group filled with signs declaring their allegiance with the Firestarter and her cause for justice. Arms raise up and down, the I STAND WITH SARAH armbands bold in their integrity.

Sarah: Everyone will understand the importance of the revolution, Beloved. Everyone will understand the POWER of...TEAM KICKASS!

Sarah puts her fist out for Kenzi to bump. The Hexx television star rolls her eyes and completes the fist bump. A light shines down upon them, a breeze sweeping through and making their respective platinum locks and black braids whip sexily. Somewhere in the distance...a hawk cries.

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[UKWF]

The Sociopath v Talia Areano

Before the bell, The Sociopath tries to keep the mindgames he has been playing with Talia Areano throughout the week going, acting as though he and the Argentinian truly were dating and he was heartbroken at having to break up with her. Predictably, Talia is not best pleased with this, and it is clear in the glower she shoots her opponent that only the bell is keeping him from suffering a mauling at her hands.

This is further proven accurate once the bell does ring, with the Argentinian surging forward almost immediately, seeking to engage her opponent. The speed and suddenness of her movements are successful at catching The Sociopath unaware, and as a result, Talia is able to land a series of quick punches to the newcomer's face, rocking him!

With the newcomer reeling, Talia sees her chance, and promptly lunges forward yet again, seeking to continue her spell of momentum. She manages this by hitting a big flying forearm, which sends The Sociopath into the corner! The newcomer hits the post back-first, and Talia, promptly runs in with a huge dropkick, further wearing her opponent down! The Sociopath slumps down the ring post even further, and the Argentinian, buoyed by her success, immediately takes a step back once more, looking to build on her momentum. Once back to the centre of the ring, she stalls just long enough to size up The Sociopath, before launching into a handspring, which carries her back across the squared circle. Then, as she flips to her feet, she seeks to complete the move by going for a big splash...

...only to find no one home! The Sociopath has managed to telegraph the move, and dodged out of the way!

Despite his narrow escape, however, it is clear that the newcomer is feeling the effects of the Argentinian's early spell of momentum, as he does not immediately get to his feet. Instead, he crawls away from Talia on his hands and knees, seeking to put some distance between himself and the Argentinian before fully regaining a vertical position. Talia is, however, a little too rattled by her missed splash attempt to capitalise, and the mysterious mind-gamer is able to return to his feet without too much of a problem.

As such, when Talia finally turns back towards the centre of the mat, she finds herself face to face with a recovered Sociopath, who is nonetheless still keeping his distance and waiting for her to make her move. Fortunately for the newcomer, the Argentinian does not hesitate to do so, and promptly explodes out of the corner, looking to continue her spell of momentum...

...only for her opponent to coolly trip her up, sending her face-planting into the mat.

Realising she has lost the upper hand, Talia scrambles to return to her feet before it is too late; The Sociopath, however, moves faster, positioning himself behind the fan-favourite and promptly bringing her to her feet. Before Ursula even knows what hit her, she is being put into a rear naked choke!

This only barely legal move has the predictable effect of bringing the referee around to tell The Sociopath to break it. True to his name, however, the newcomer makes a point of openly disregarding the official's orders, instead continuing to punish the Argentinian, who writhes in the throes of the hold. Only when the referee threatens to escalate the situation towards extreme measures does The Sociopath finally deign to release the hold, quickly transitioning it into a neckbreaker! 

Talia hits the mat hard, but The Sociopath is far from done, and quickly scrambles to his feet to connect with a kneedrop. Still reeling from the previous move, the Argentinian is powerless to resist both it and the second one which follows shortly after, further wearing down her midsection.

At this point, to the surprise of a sizeable portion of the Yorkshire crowd, The Sociopath steps away, giving Areano the chance to return to her feet of her own volition. As the fans ponder the reason behind this sudden shift in approach, the answer becomes all too clear, as The Sociopath bounces off the ropes and catches the slowly turning Ursula with a huge tackle, which takes her right back down to the mat again! Not missing a beat, The Sociopath lands a brutal stomp to the Argentinian's throat! The Throat Thrash connects, and leaves Talia writhing in pain!

Once again, the referee is prompt and emphatic in his admonishments to The Sociopath; also like before, however, the newcomer pays precious little heed to the warnings from the man in the stripes, instead leaning over once again to bring the still-writhing Talia to her feet. Then, once the Argentinian is back to a vertical position, he attempts to trap her in a full nelson hold...

….only for the Argentinian to drive an elbow into his midsection, nipping his intentions in the bud!

The crowd explodes as Talia fights through the pain in her throat to mount a comeback. A stunned Sociopath is helpless to react as the Argentinian surges forward with a flurry of punches, rocking him, then connects with a dropkick, which sends him flying into the ropes! Showing surprising presence of mind, the newcomer manages to collect himself enough to rebound off the ropes and lunge into another attempted shoulder tackle, but this time, Talia sees it coming; she drops down, and throws The Sociopath over with a crisply executed armdrag!

As the newcomer goes sprawling across the mat, the fans' volume grows louder, as they spot an opening for Talia. The Argentinian has clearly spotted it herself, and whips the fans into a frenzy by signalling for her trademark knock-out punch, the Fist of Fury! The Leeds venue erupts as Talia waits for her opponent to get to his feet, then cocks her fist, stepping forward as she releases the devastating punch...

…only for The Sociopath to dodge, and quickly move in behind her to reverse it into his own trademark sleeper hold! Before Talia can so much as react, the Last Breath is locked in, and the Argentinian finds herself gasping for air!

Seeing their fan favourite literally fighting for a breath causes the crowd assembled at the Pulse club to grow, if possible, even louder. A chant of 'DON'T PASS OUT' quickly spreads across the arena, sounding loud enough for the Argentinian to acknowledge it with a twitch of her hand. Spurned on by this show of encouragement, Talia redoubles her efforts to break free of the hold, twisting and writhing this way and that, as well as landing elbow shots to The Sociopath's head and midsection.

Despite her best efforts, however, it is clear that the fan-favourite is fighting a losing battle; her blows visibly lack power, and her wild thrashing becomes increasingly more and more tame. A moment later, she falls entirely limp, causing the referee to come over and check for vital signs. He lifts her left hand once...

...and it drops.

Twice...

...and it drops.

On the third try, the crowd hold their breath, hoping for a miracle...

...but it does not come. Talia's wrist simply falls limp once more, and the referee promptly calls for the bell, signalling a submission victory for newcomer The Sociopath!

WINNER by submission in 05:36: The Sociopath

As he hears the bell ring, The Sociopath releases the lifeless bundle which had been Ursula Areano, a sinister smirk spreading through his features as she falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes. That same smirk is then quickly suppressed, to be replaced a moment later with an expression of false pity and sorrow, as the newcomer looks down at his first victim. This expression remains on The Sociopath's features as he makes his way up the ramp and to the back, but if the deafening jeers of the Leeds crowd are anything to go by, nobody is buying it; the newcomer's true nature was revealed this evening, and the feeling among the assembled crowd is that things will only get worse from here.

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[UKWF]

We return to the backstage area as the camera seems to be rushing toward something, and, sure enough, we catch up with a rather grisly scene; Tricia Reinhardt is attacking Ari Rohr near the locker rooms. Ari is trying to fight back, but it seems that none of her shots matter because Tricia clearly has the upper-hand as she stomps away at Rohr. The camera pans out a bit as we catch sight of Davey-Boy O'Brien running on the scene. He pulls Reinhardt away from Ari only to catch an elbow to the face. Despite the shot, he's able to get Tricia away from Ari Rohr, and toss her away. Tricia glares at him and spits out a few choice words in German before she walks away. Keeping an eye on Tricia, Davey kneels down beside Ari to check on her.

Davey-Boy O'Brien: Ye a'right, lassie?

Ari shoves Davey away and stumbles to her feet.

Ari Rohr: I don't need ya damn help. Now, where'd that bitch go?

As Ari is walking away, O'Brien shouts to her.

Davey-Boy O'Brien: Can I suggest-?

Ari Rohr: No.

With that, Rohr stalks off in the direction she believes Tricia went, leaving Davey-Boy kneeling there, watching her leave as the scene cuts out.

[UKWF]

The Connection vs Sin City Saints

Alex and Valerie are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell. The two competitors circle the ring before locking up in the center. Alex with the distinct advantage pushes Valerie into a neutral corner where the ref calls for a break. Alex gives the break, but not cleanly as he delivers a kick to the midsection of Valerie who doubles over and Alex pulls her out of the corner with a snapmare and then pushing her onto the mat and hitting her with a knee drop. Alex picks her up and sends her into the ropes. Valerie comes off the ropes and when she does, is met with a dropkick by Alex. Valerie hits the mat and Alex immediately drops down for a cover. 1...kickout! Alex picks Valerie up off the mat and sends her into the corner. Valerie grabs the top rope and as Alex comes charging in, Valerie floats over him and lands behind. Alex turns around right into snap powerslam by Valerie. Alex grabs his back in pain as Valerie drags him towards her corner and tags in Evelyn.

Evelyn comes in off the tag as the two of them pick Alex up off the mat and Evelyn delivers a snap mare and Valerie hits the ropes and delivers a knee strike to the side of the head of Alex. Evelyn quickly drops down for a cover. 1...kickout! Evelyn picks Alex up off the mat and looks to send him into the ropes, but Alex reverses it. Evelyn comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Alex. She comes off the ropes again and Alex drops and delivers a back drop on Evelyn before following it up with leg drop. Alex walks over and tags in Erin. Erin springboards over the top rope as Alex picks Evelyn up into a DDT position as Erin jumps and delivers a dropkick to her back and Alex drops her down with a DDT. Alex gets out of the ring and Erin goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Erin pulls Evelyn closer to the corner as he climbs to the top rope. Erin makes it to the top, but Evelyn is up to her feet and takes Erin’s feet out from under him causing him to crash onto the turnbuckle. Evelyn jumps and delivers a devastating palm strike to Erin who falls off the turnbuckle and to the floor. 

Evelyn walks over to her corner and tags in Valerie who hops off the ring apron and approaches Erin, but as she reaches down to pick him up, Alex comes running down the apron and delivers a kick to Valerie who hits the floor. Alex picks her up and sends her back first into ring apron before delivering a Northern Lights Suplex to her on the floor. Alex then rolls Erin into the ring near his corner and hops up onto the ring apron and tags himself in. Alex drops down to the floor and rolls Valerie into the ring for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Alex picks Valerie up, and when he does, Valerie is quick to deliver three right hands followed by a spinning roundhouse kick that sends Alex back towards his corner where Erin tags himself in. Erin comes in, but as he does, Valerie tags in Evelyn. Evelyn comes in and the two meet in the middle of the ring exchanging punches before Evelyn gets the better of the exchange and then hits Erin with a jawbreaker and following it up with a one handed facebuster. Evelyn drops down for a cover. 1...2...Alex dives in and makes the save. Valerie tries to come into the ring, but the ref stops her. Alex sees the momentary distraction and uses it to pull Evelyn towards his corner and starts to choke her. Erin sees this and he yells at Alex to stop, and as he does, the two of them start to argue. While they’re arguing, Evelyn is able to make it to her corner and tag in Valerie. Valerie turns Erin around and delivers the Sydney Opera House! Valerie holds onto Erin for the pin. 1...2...Alex dives in and makes the save yet again for his team. Alex picks Valerie up and sends her shoulder first into the ring post before the ref is able to get him back onto the apron.

Alex reaches out and Erin makes the tag and rolls out to the floor. Alex runs over to the other corner and delivers a forearm to Evelyn who doesn’t fall off the apron, but she tries to get into the ring and the ref is holding her back. Alex sees the situation and decides to take advantage of it by using a boot to choke Valerie. The ref turns around and sees this and admonishes Alex who steps away, but when he reaches down to pick Valerie up off the mat, Valerie grabs him by the tights and rolls him up. 1...2...kickout! Both competitors make it back to their feet and Valerie looks for a gutwrench suplex, Alex blocks it and reverses it into a Butterfly suplex. Alex drops for the cover and puts his feet on the second rope as the ref drops to count. 1...2...3! The ref calls for the bell and Erin notices that Alex had his feet on the ropes a little too late as he rolls into the ring and yells at his brother for having to cheat to win, but Alex tells him they got the win and that’s all that matters.

WINNERS in 8:50: The Sin City Saints

[UKWF]

The scene outside has grown extreme. The crowd of teens and young adults have grown manic as Sarah, now decked out in her old high school cheerleader uniform (GOOOOoooooooooOOOOO VIKINGS!) is leading them on with a megaphone on her hand.

CROWD: I’M BLIND! I’M DEAF! I WANNA BE A REF!

CROWD: I’M BLIND! I’M DEAF! I WANNA BE A REF!

SARAH: LAST TIME!

CROWD: I’M BLIND! I’M DEAF! I WANNA BE A REF!

Poor Kenzi Grey stands behind her soulmate and co-member of Team Kickass and shakes her head. It was bad enough that Kenzi’s body was covered in bruises, obviously hickies left by the albino beauty, but now she had to put on a smile for this display.

SARAH: And what happened when that TERRIBLE referee ILLEGALLY reversed the decision of my match with LITTLE TO NO evidence?!

CROWD: NUTS AND BOLTS! NUTS AND BOLTS! SHE GOT SCREWED!

SARAH: AGAIN!

CROWD: NUTS AND BOLTS! NUTS AND BOLTS! SHE GOT SCREWED!

SARAH: LAST TIME!

CROWD: NUTS AND BOLTS! NUTS AND BOLTS! SHE GOT SCREWED!

A murmur shifts throw the crowd as the doors of the building open and James Kensington walks out. With a triumphant smirk, Sarah approaches the man and, looking up to meet his gaze, uses the megaphone again.

SARAH: WHAT DO WE WANT?!

CROWD: JUSTICE FOR SARAH!

SARAH: WHO DO YOU STAND WITH?!

CROWD: WE STAND WITH SARAH!

Sarah smirks as she lowers the megaphone. 

Sarah: Are you ready to listen to my appeal, Sir? Or does the Fang Gang need to create more noise against your tyranny?

For a moment thereafter, nothing happens; then, entirely opposite reactions arise from within and outside the arena, with the fans in attendance cheering the appearance of General Manager James Kensington, whilst the Fang Gang greets it with deafening jeers. The reaction from Sarah's fans is so negative, in fact, that it completely drowns out the gentleman's first few words. It is not until Lacklan herself gestures for her fans to quieten down that Mr. Kensington can make himself heard.

James Kensington: Miss Lacklan...as loath as I am to acknowledge subversive action from a member of my roster...I cannot ignore the vocal reaction from your admirers.

Hearing themselves acknowledged, the Fang Gang make themselves heard once more, forcing Sarah to repeat her gesture from before, as she signals for James to proceed. An undecipherable smirk on his features, the gentleman promptly does:

James Kensington: As such, I have decided to relent somewhat with regards to yours and Miss Grey's punishment. Whilst you will still be deprived of your wages on the night, I have decided to allow you to compete at UKWF's upcoming super show.

The Fang Gang once again erupts in a deafening reaction, but this time, it is James himself who gestures for them to stop. Caught by surprise, and slightly shocked at the General Manager's boldness, the youngsters obey in spite of themselves, allowing the gentleman to continue:

James Kensington: Indeed...in two weeks...the two of you shall compete in a bout against a team of my choosing...

The GM's eyes twinkle as he delivers the killer blow:

James Kensington: ...with a stipulation of their choosing.

With that, the UKWF part owner turns his back on a shocked and borderline violent reaction from Kenzi, Sarah and the Fang Gang, leaving them to resume their protest as he makes his way back into the building.

[UKWF]

Jack Tillman vs. Alyssa Drew vs. Rayne Young

'Out of Black' heralds Jack Tillman's second appearance of the evening, and he empties a bottle of water over his head as he marches down the ramp, possibly to disguise how much he's already sweated from exertion. That said, the steely look in his eye as he bites down on his mouthguard isn't diminished in the least, and he moves without pause or pain. His music fades into Icon for Hire's 'Watch Me' as Alyssa Drew jogs out, slapping hands and whooping with delight. Her mood doesn't deteriorate even as 'Kings Never Die' comes on and the conceited Rayne Young swaggers out, dismissively turning his nose up at the crowd. It's only after entering the ring he bothers to acknowledge his opponents at all, and does so only to turn away and make a wanking motion behind his back. Even so, when the music fades, all three slip into the same look of quiet intensity, good-natured humour and arrogance gone.

There's no big rush forward when the bell rings - instead, all three competitors circle each other slowly, cautious eyes darting back and forth. They're all inclined to take this fight to the ground, and know that's what they're all going to try, which turns things into a guessing game; and as the crowd grow hushed, the tension brings to mind the silence before the church bell's toll in a Wild West gunslingers' duel.

Ultimately, both of the men 'draw' first, and on the same target - each shooting forward to grab a leg and make a takedown attempt on Alyssa! Flummoxed by the dual assault, Drew loses her balance and falls to her back, vulnerable...but there the assault ends. Tillman clocks Young and furiously demands to know why the other man is "stealing his idea"; Young is less than pleased with the accusation, and - CRACK! - sends a whiplike chop across Tillman's chest! Jack fires back,
and then 'The Ripper' and 'The Anarchist' are off to the races, going hell-for-leather on each other's pecs. Meanwhile Alyssa, still on the mat, rolls her eyes as the boys forget she's even there...and then has an idea.

Sitting up, Alyssa catches hold of both men's legs by the ankles and pulls; with their attention elsewhere, Jack and Rayne don't respond fast enough, and both fall face-first to the mat. And before either can recover, Drew rolls back, still holding their legs - and traps both in a Boston Crab!

Tillman, the more worn-down of the two, immediately groans from the stress, but it's not long before Young is joining in the pained chorus - Alyssa knows what she's doing and she's cranking the pressure high. Rayne stubbornly tries to crawl to the ropes, only to find that he's essentially having to crawl for two guys and Tillman is presently dead weight. A back elbow to his shoulder wakes him up, but doesn't make Jack co-operate, instead compelling him to take a ref-distressing grip on Young's short hair so he can aim some punches around his ears. Their squabbling continues, and all the way through it they're shrieking increasingly loudly. Alyssa just smiles, because why wouldn't she?

Young and Tillman continue to shake their head 'no' at the official's queries, when they're not hitting each other. For a moment, they stop, make eye contact through agonised grimaces, and...

...and both flex their legs, with just enough strength to muscle out of the hold and send Drew sprawling!

Young drags himself over to the ropes and uses them as support to stand again, looking back over his shoulder at his opponents. Alyssa is quick to rise, being easily the freshest of the three, while Jack stops on his knees, beetroot-coloured in the face, looking like he's running on pure adrenaline - enough of it to burst forwards and take down Alyssa again! But Drew's ready for it this time, catching one of Jack's arms even as she's falling and fighting to lock in a Kimura! Rayne gets to his feet, but chooses to hang back while the other two fight, waiting to pick his spot. He waves off the audience's disdain for this approach.

It takes some doing, but 'The Ripper' is able to twist his arm free of Alyssa's clutches, turning her over in the process, before going to town with alternating rights and lefts while she covers up her head as best she can, jerking back and forth under the barrage. Just when it looks like Drew's resistance is faltering, Tillman relents...because he'd much rather pick her up in a waistlock, and throw her overhead with a released German Suplex!

Sitting up after - RAYNE WITH A SHINING WIZARD! FLOORING A COMPLETELY DISTRACTED TILLMAN! PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

TH - NO!

Rayne curses out loud as Jack rolls his shoulder up, but doesn't labour over the disappointment; instead he returns to his feet quickly and stomps away on Jack's arms, perhaps aiming to deny him his ground-and-pound weapons. When Tillman's arms are sufficiently reddened from the attacks, Young grips one and leads Jack to his feet, then folds him over and lifts him for a Pump-Handle Slam.

But here's Alyssa off the ropes - dropkick to Tillman, bowls Rayne right off his feet too! Jack's laid out on top - that's technically a cover! Ref's counting it!

ONE!

TWO - and Drew breaks it up.

With Rayne being the first guy to recover, Alyssa leaps after him, catching a wrist and attempting to force him down into an Armbar. 'The Anarchist' grits his teeth and resists it, using a clear power advantage to get his feet under him - and swing one knee up, nailing Alyssa in the head! Drew stumbles, seeing stars,
and Young dismisses her with an irish whip into the corner.

With her out of the way, Rayne returns his attention to Tillman, the easier pickings of the two, and - PELE KICK! Jack rocked onto his feet just enough to throw one solid boot back and catch Rayne in the face! With Young looking wobbly, Jack forces himself up, slapping his own jaw for effect, hooks up in a front facelock - Stalling Suplex? No - he hits the Martyr! And makes the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Tillman clutches his head in dismay as Young gulps down breaths...and Young doesn't get many of those before Jack is raining down those ugly-looking punches of his again! If the earlier stomping of his arms has made a difference, it sure doesn't look like it! Rayne turtles up under the attack, at least until he thinks up a counter strategy...but he doesn't get the time, as Jack traps his arm in a scissorhold and goes to lock on the Recluse! Young struggles to hold his head as far away as he can, but Tillman's arms are just that few inches longer, and they lock around the throat and pull...

And suddenly the hold is released. Because ALYSSA DREW COMES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A DIVING ELBOW TO TILLMAN'S BACK!

The impact takes its toll on all three fighters, though Alyssa is unsurprisingly first to recover, followed by Rayne. 'The Cobra' takes a wild, fatigued swing that misses, and winds up with his arm - BOTH arms - caught as Drew goes behind - Tiger Suplex connects! And the bridge holds!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOPE! Tillman just barely breaks it up!

Jack slips behind Drew as she rises, catching one of her arms at the wrist, and - BALL ROOM BLITZ!...misses! Drew ducks beneath the lariat, and responds with a Chop Block that levels Tillman. She sees Rayne getting back up, and moves over to him, whipping him into the corner - then pulls Tillman back up and gives him the same treatment, squashing Rayne between opponent and post.

Drew gets a clap going with the audience, likely just to give herself a breather, then charges in - but Rayne gives Jack a firm shove in the back, sending the other man stumbling out to meet Drew halfway - and the two collide head-first with a sickening THUD! Both fall as if in slow-motion, with Tillman rolling instinctively out to the apron. Rayne sees his spot and, with grunting effort, hoists himself up onto the corner post, steadies himself, and...flies!

And he HITS the Afterburner on Alyssa! Flops away holding his gut, but rolls back over and slumps across Drew's torso!

ONE!

TWO!

TILLMAN IS THERE!

THREE!

Too late, Jack.

WINNER in 7:54: Rayne Young

Jack hammers the mat in frustration as Rayne allows his hand to be raised once, before rolling out below the ropes and walking up the ramp without looking back, sparing only a raised middle finger over his shoulder for Jack and the still-unmoving Alyssa...

[UKWF]

Francisco Lopez v Kelly Garrett

Right from the first bell, it is clear that there is no love loss between these competitors. The war of words the two engaged in over the week leading up to the show has clearly had an effect on either competitor, and the two almost instantly lunge at one another the moment the referee gives the signal.

Somewhat surprisingly, it is the smallest competitor who gets the initial upper hand. Kelly Garrett's intensity and disdain for Lopez drive her to try to draw first blood, and the hardcore veteran is therefore surprised to find himself at the receiving end of a big clothesline from the Pint-Sized Powerhouse! Unable to react quickly enough, Lopez is driven down to the mat, giving Garrett the opportunity to wear him down even further with a single stomp to his head. Then, before the referee can so much as begin to step in to admonish her, the powerlifter connects with an elbow drop across Lopez's throat, causing him to audibly gasp for breath and drawing a round of jeering from the Leeds crowd.

Seeing this, the referee makes another attempt to step in and intervene, but Garrett is, once again, faster and smarter than him, quickly rolling through to her feet and putting some distance between herself and Lopez. To his credit, the referee makes a valiant attempt at telling her off regardless, but this falls on deaf ears, as Garrett's entire focus is now on the slowly recovering Lopez. The Pint-Sized Powerhouse practically twitches as she waits for her opponent to stand up and turn around, and, when Lopez finally does, promptly runs in and connects with a shoulder tackle, which sends the hardcore veteran reeling! As Lopez hurtles towards the ropes, Garrett sees her opening, and runs in with a dropkick, sending him hurtling over the ropes!

To her surprise, however – as well as the crowd's – Lopez proves that all the abuse his body has taken over the years was not enough to deprive him of his agility. As he tumbles over the ropes, he somehow manages to twist his body enough that he lands on his feet on the apron, avoiding the fall to the outside and preventing Garrett from retaining the upper hand!

A huge cheer erupts from the stands as Lopez's athleticism keeps him in the match, but unfortunately, it does not last too long; despite the setback to her original plan, Garrett has been able to think on her feet, and promptly rushes in, driving her shoulder through the middle rope and onto Lopez's gut! Reacting just a moment too late to prevent the blow from connecting, the veteran therefore finds himself hurtling to the hard floor of the Pulse Club after all, as Kelly Garrett coolly steps through the middle rope to give chase.

To his credit – and perhaps due to the years of pain and abuse his body suffered – Francisco is on his feet no more than a moment after hurtling to the arena floor. Despite his best efforts, however, he is not quite quick enough to prevent his opponent from once again gaining the upper hand, and finds himself being grabbed by the hair from behind and yanked to his feet by the deceptively strong Kelly. He fires an elbow towards his opponent's midsection, looking to break free, but Garrett is once again quicker, and throws him against the barricade directly opposite. Still not quite aware enough to control his own motion, Francisco is unable to stop his feet from spiralling uncontrollably towards the steel structure, and crashes directly through it, startling a few front-row fans. A few drops from a fan's fizzy drink spill onto the veteran's chest as he collapses, and a path clears around him as he makes another valiant effort to fight through the pain and return to his feet.

Once again, however, Kelly Garrett is quicker, and stands behind Lopez, this time flanked by her team-mates in the Divas of Dominance. Sensing shenanigans, the fans immediately begin to boo, only for the jeers to die in their throats as Garrett waves Jessie and Jamie Alexander away. The twins look just as befuddled as the audience, but Kelly enforces her request for them to step away; it is clear she wants to end Lopez all by herself.

When, a moment later, she brings the hardcore veteran back to his feet, she wastes no time doing exactly that, as she throws Francisco Lopez against the announce table, watching with a smirk on her features as he crashes against it and stumbles back, dazed. Not wasting any time, Kelly runs in and connects with a bulldog, driving Lopez's face into the hard floor of the arena!

By this point, however, the referee's count has reached 'NINE', and Kelly is therefore forced to put off capitalising on her move to quickly scramble onto the apron and under the bottom rope. The moment she has broken the count, however, she returns to where Lopez is still lying prone, and returns him to his feet, ready to continue inflicting punishment.

Once she has her opponent under control once more, the Pint-Sized Powerhouse wastes no time throwing Lopez against the apron. She stays close behind, however, and the hardcore veteran has barely connected with it before she is on top of him, grabbing his hair once more and driving his head into the mat a number of times. The fans gasp as a trickle of blood becomes visible on Lopez's forehead, but Garrett barely seems fazed by it; if anything, she looks pleased, in a smug kind of way, as she throws her opponent back into the ring.

When, a moment later, she steps through the bottom rope once more, she finds Lopez still lying prone, his vital energy from earlier having apparently been sapped by the physical wear and tear the diminutive powerlifter has put him through. Proof of this is that he offers no resistance as Garrett once again picks him up and, displaying her impressive strength, lifts him up for her trademark running powerslam...

...only for Lopez to slip off!!

It seems as though there is some life left in the hardcore veteran after all, and the crowd explode as he reverses Garrett's attempt at a trademark move into one of his own, hitting the Pint-Sized Powerhouse with the series of suplexes he calls Nightmare City! 

He releases his grip on the last one, and Garrett goes flying across the ring, but it is clear the physicality of the fight has had some impact on him; the effort makes him grimace in pain, and it takes him a few seconds to capitalise after having reversed the momentum in his favour.

Even still, he makes a brave attempt at fighting through the pain in order to be in position as Kelly clambers to her feet. Against all odds, he is successful, and when the diminutive yet fierce wrestler finally returns to a vertical position, she finds herself being picked up and draped across the top rope. She thrashes wildly, trying to put Lopez off and find a way out of her predicament, but the hardcore veteran seems to have regained his composure, and promptly drops her with the rope-hung flatliner he calls the Concussive Flash!

As the move connects, however, it is clear that Lopez is in an even worse state than previously thought; proof of this is that, rather than advance for a cover, the wrestler takes the opportunity to crawl into the corner to regain his breath. He kneels against the ropes for a long moment, attempting to stave off the effects Garrett's ruthless offence has had on him, then finally, gingerly pulls himself to his feet. As he regains a vertical position, he stands still for a moment, regaining his bearings, before turning to once again face Garrett...

….only to find her dashing towards him, swinging a Clothesline from Hell in an attempt to Physically Dominate him!

As he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun, Lopez's veteran instincts kick in – and not a moment too soon. He is just quick enough to dodge the clothesline, then – as Garrett pumps her own breaks and turns around – reverse the momentum with his trademark bicycle kick, the Holy Kick!

The fans cheer as Garrett goes hurtling into the ropes, falling against them, limp. The situation is almost an exact mirror to the start of the match, with the roles reversed, but unlike Garrett, Lopez does not seek to take the contest to the outside; instead, he seeks to end it, by pulling Garrett out of the ropes and bringing her in close to him. The Pint-Sized Powerhouse thrashes mightily as her opponent traps her in a double underhook position, but is unable to prevent Lopez from retaining the upper hand. The hardcore veteran stalls for a moment, clearly enjoying the way the tides have turned for him, but it does not take long for him to lift Kelly up and hit her with Heavens' Denial! The trademark move connects flush and, this time, Lopez is recovered enough to crawl in for a cover! The referee slides in to count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...and Francisco Lopez snatches up a win against all odds!

WINNER in 07:02: Francisco Lopez

[UKWF]

Adam Adonis v. GOZOKU

The match starts with both men looking at each other. It’s very obvious from the get go that they’re not willing to concede an inch to the other. Yet both aren’t afraid to showboat and start gesturing to each other and the crowd, who know, just how good the two competitors in the ring are and just how good of a match they could give the crowd.

Adonis and GOZOKU start circling around each other and as soon as they see an opening they go head to head and lock up in the middle of the ring. GOZOKU gets the better of Adam as the man known as ‘The Last of His Kind’ meets the mat first in this match up, much to the delight of his opponent who dares him to stand up and continue the match.

Adam snickers and uses the ropes to stand up but GOZOKU uses this moment to start running towards his opponent looking for a running lariat, but Adonis ducks and GOZOKU’s momentum sends him flying to the outside. Adam stands up and goes up and running to the opposing ropes and launches himself onto GOZOKU with a suicide dive that pumps the crowd. Adam stands up and grabs his opponent and send him back into the ring.

GOZOKU stands up and goes running towards Adam as he’s getting back into the ring and looks for a clothesline, but Adam ducks and uses the second rope as a springboard, hitting GOZOKU with a springboard clothesline that staggers the man from Japan enough for Adam to pump his fist.

The crowd gets excited as Adam starts running towards GOZOKU and hits him with a Superman Punch and looks for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

But GOZOKU is able to kick out. Adam looks at his opponent in the middle of the ring and grabs him by they head, twists him and shouts from the top of his lungs: “IT’S OVER 9000!” and proceeds to hit GOZOKU with the patented Lifted Inverted DDT and covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO!

GOZOKU is, somehow, someway, able to kick out from the move and Adam can’t believe it. The man from Japan gets on his knees with Adam snickering and yelling at him. But without any hesitation he goes in for the Final Flash (Stiff Buzzaw Kick) that knocks the wind out of GOZOKU allowing Adam to pin him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And Adonis picks up a huge win!

WINNER by Pinfall in 4:55: ADAM ADONIS

[UKWF]

Voice: Okay.

The fans jump to their feet to greet the arrival of former Broadcast Champion, James Edwards, as the meandering pace of “My Name is Human” by Highly Suspect syncs up with a flashing light show. The Burning Heart waits for a few stanzas before breaking through the curtain to a loud ovation. He surveys the crowd momentarily and begins his methodical walk to the ring, microphone in hand.

Edwards takes his time, making it clear that this his moment and his ring. He doesn’t soak in the cheers or pander once he hits the ring. Instead, he stands in his domain and waits for the noise to die down.

James Edwards: I know y’all didn’t come here to listen to me ramble, so I’m gonna get straight to the point: who’s it gonna be Stella? Who are you gonna send out to face me since Kincaid left the belt at the door and slinked away into the night before we could fight. Who the hell is gonna give me the challenge I earned by raising the bar in the Broadcast Division? They’ve got to be better than the so-called best around here, your boy Arcane, so I repeat, who is it gonna be?

Edwards sets down the microphone and crosses his arms, almost like he is daring the boss or someone to take him on. The crowd begins to buzz as a fan wearing a baseball cap jumps the barricade and moves closer to an unsuspecting Edwards.

The fan rolls into the ring as Edwards is still unsuspecting of the growing anticipation within the crowd. He taps him on the shoulder before delivering a sickening kick to the gut, followed by a knee to the face that sends Edwards to the canvas. The fan throws his hat off, and the crowd immediately starts to boo: Edwards’ assailant is former Enforcer, Cross Recoba.

Baz: BLIMEY! It's that Cobra lad!

Kerry: YES! Give him a good kicking, darling! I...I mean...boo, you traitor!...Heavens, I am so awfully conflicted!

Oblivious to the announcer's dilemma with regards to his allegiances, Recoba plants a few hard kicks to Edwards' ribs before exiting the ring with a smirk that reads, “There is your answer, Jimmy.”

As he makes his way up the ramp, the fans lob empty paper cups at him, screaming all sorts of insults in his face; Cross, however, takes it all in stride, the smirk remaining on his features all thr way through; no matter what the fans think about it, he knows there is no turning back now.

Cross Recoba is challenging for the UKWF North Sea Championship.

And there is nothing anyone can do about it.

[UKWF]

Valkyrie & Night Train Ayano v Gaia Galanos & Magdalena Waechter

It’s worth noting that as Gaia Galanos and Magdalena Waechter enter, the camera catches a glimpse of Gaia’s back, displaying fresh wounds from perhaps some sort of flog. Gaia doesn’t seem to be in an pain; however, her cold eyes seem almost colder somehow as she glares toward the ring where Valkyrie and Night Train Ayano await their opposition for the night. Magdalena simply takes the apron as Gaia goes straight into the center of the ring. While watching her, Valkyrie and Night Train talk amongst themselves before deciding Valkyrie will start the match for their team. The Great Dane Bitch sizes up her old nemesis before locking into a collar and elbow tie-up. Valkyrie overpowers Gaia toward a neutral corner, but Galanos is able to pivot her hips at the last second in order to force Valkyrie into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Gaia obliges, but not without a quick forearm shoved into Valkyrie’s face. Gaia quickly backs away as the referee puts himself between them for just a moment before letting them go back at it again.

Naturally, they plunge right back into the collar and elbow tie-up. The result seems to be the same, but before Gaia can even attempt to shove her forearm into the face of Valkyrie, The Great Dane Bitch powers right out of the corner, forcing Gaia backwards. Valkyrie is the one to pivot her hips this time, and throws Gaia with a Judo-style hip toss in the center of the ring. Gaia is quick to scramble to her feet and it seems both women have the same idea as Gaia goes for a headbutt and Valkyrie goes for the Roskilde Kiss. While Gaia’s headbutt rocks Valkyrie, Valkyrie’s headbutt knocks Gaia right on her ass. She sits there for a moment, trying to shake out the cobwebs as Vee is doing the same near the neutral corner. That’s when Valkyrie spies Gaia trying to push herself back to her feet and sees her opening. She rushes out of the corner and goes for her patented Punt Kick, dubbed Freyja’s Punishment! Gaia sees it coming just in time though to shove herself up away from the kick! Based on the shocked expression on her face, Valkyrie’s leg is close enough for Gaia to feel the wind from the kick across her face.

Gaia quickly locks in a waist-lock, but Valkyrie shoves her back into the ropes before rolling forward and locking in Forfærdelig! The crowd cheers in approval as Gaia finds herself in a dangerous situation. The submission specialist is able to hang on in order to get free a leg free so she can get to one foot and reach out for the tag to Magdalena. Unfortunately for Gaia, Valkyrie notes this and just hits a one-legged German Suplex to get her out of the way. Valkyrie scrambles quickly to her feet, but not before Waechter can level her with a running front dropkick!

Magdalena looks like a woman on a mission as she stalks after Valkyrie while she’s recovering. Waechter hits Valkyrie with a couple knee strikes which stagger her enough to keep Valkyrie under control. Magdalena backs her up with some strikes into her team’s corner where Gaia catches Valkyrie with a headbutt to the side of Valkyrie’s head. This drops Valkyrie perfectly in position for Magdalena who was waiting mid-ring to come charging forward and hit Cry Havoc to her seated victim!

Valkyrie is able to roll herself to about mid-ring as she reaches out to Night Train. Unfortunately, Galanos sees this, enters the ring without being tagged in, and drags Valkyrie away from her partner by a foot. Gaia vines the leg and drops down so that Magdalena can punish Valkyrie for the attempt at getting the Ayano clan member into the mix. The referee nearly gets to a count of five before Gaia releases her hold and rolls out of the ring. But, now Magdalena clearly has the advantage as she helps Vee to her feet and tosses her toward the ropes. When Valkyrie rebounds, she explodes from the ropes with a thunderous lariat which levels Magdalena!

Intelligently, Valkyrie realizes she should probably get her partner in as she crawls over and gets the hot tag to Night Train, sending the crowd into a frenzy over the Green-Haired Boozed-Up Bionic Woman. Magdalena attempts to reach for Gaia’s hand, but before she can make the tag, the Green Blur comes running right past her in time to hit a low dropkick on Gaia. This causes Gaia to fall off the apron and hit it face-first, leaving Magdalena trying to keep an eye on Night Train as she scrambles back to her feet and runs past Waechter again. Magdalena turns around in time to eat a low dropkick to her face, putting her right back on the mat.

The way Magdalena falls sets her up nicely in the middle of the ring as Night Train springboards into an Asai Moonsault then comes back down on Magdalena with a double foot stomp! The crowd is in awe. With great awareness, Night Train sees Gaia getting back to her feet on the outside so she rolls back to her feet, rebounds off the far ropes, and charges back to dive through the ropes with a suicide dive to her former tag team partner!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Night Train immediately gets back into the ring where Magdalena is struggling to get back to her feet thanks to that hard Moonsault Double Stomp. Night Train gets Waechter over to her corner and gets the tag to Valkyrie who happily obliges on coming in. Valkyrie shoves Magdalena into the corner and hits a Superkick on her which drops her into a seated position. Valkyrie side steps in time for Night Train to come running in and allowing her to hit low crossbody! Night Train rolls out as Valkyrie pulls Magdalena by one leg toward the center of the ring and hooks the leg for the pinfall attempt…

ONE…

TWO…

NO! Magdalena kicks out!

Valkyrie isn’t at all dissuaded by the two-count as she pulls Magdalena to her feet. Waechter sees her opening as she rakes the eyes then traps both of Valkyrie’s arms and headbutts her multiple times, sending her off-balance enough that she backs up against the ropes, allowing Magdalena to clothesline her over the top rope. Valkyrie lands on her feet on the outside, but is dazed. Magdalena is close enough to her corner that Gaia is able to make a blind tag on Waechter. Galanos stays on the apron though. As Valkyrie turns toward her as Gaia comes rushing across the apron then flips onto Valkyrie into a flipping senton of sorts, sending both women crashing to the floor. Magdalena rolls to the outside to keep Valkyrie at bay. Unfortunately, The Order completely forgets about the fastest competitor in the match.

Night Train comes out of her corner with spring to her step. She rushes over to the opposing corner, leaps onto the top rope, and, as everyone is getting to their feet, wipes the whole lot out again with a corkscrew plancha!

“THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!”

All the while, the referee has been actually lient on the count. He finally realizes he needs to start, and gets to eight before Night Train has not only helped Valkyrie to her feet, but Gaia as well. She sends them both into the ring before heading back to her respective apron. Valkyrie stumbles toward her corner, but Gaia comes rushing behind her. Valkyrie turns to and catches Gaia with a surprise T-Bone Suplex into the corner! Valkyrie hits a low Superkick to Gaia’s sternum then tags in Night Train then do si dos Night Train back toward the corner where she hits another low crossbody into the corner, but this time to an upside down Galanos! Night Train pulls Gaia out of the corner and goes for the pinfall!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

NO!! Gaia’s foot is on the ropes before the referee’s hand smacks the mat. Night Train double-checks with the referee, but goes back to work as she pulls Gaia to her feet, or is looking to when Gaia shoves her away and rolls out of the ring, realizing she’s on a downward spiral here. Night Train isn’t deterred though as she slingshots herself into a crossbody to the outside. Galanos steps to the side and levels Night Train with a European Uppercut on her way down!

“OHHHHHH!”

Immediately after the uppercut, though, Gaia falls to a seated position, clearly feeling the effects of this match. Since she’s close enough, Valkyrie walks around the ring post and helps Night Train to her feet and assists her into the ring as the referee begins his count. Magdalena is back in her respective corner watching as Gaia finally gets to her feet at the count of seven then rolls into the ring by the count of eight. By this point, Night Train is back to her feet and leaning in her own corner. Valkyrie tags herself in as Night Train is seemly sizing up Gaia up. Ayano sprints at Gaia only to receive a spinning sidekick to the gut, doubling her over. Gaia hooks both of Night Train’s arms, lifts her, and hits a Tiger Bomb. She holds her in the jack-knife style pin, but the referee doesn’t start a count for obvious reasons, Gaia releases the hold and argues with the referee. This is when the referee informs Gaia that Valkyrie tagged in. Unfortunately, the information comes a bit too late as Valkyrie is in the ring and begins catching Gaia with a series of elbow strikes until finally hitting her with a knife-edge chop to the throat.

Galanos holds her throat, allowing Valkyrie to hit her with a Muay Thai Knee straight to the chin, dropping her like a sack of potatoes. Valkyrie drops down into the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

NO!

Somehow Gaia just won’t die here as she barely gets the shoulder up before the three-count! Valkyrie can’t believe it, but tears Gaia back to her feet anyway. She sets her up and looks to hit the Allfather Drop, but Gaia begins frantically hitting Valkyrie with forearms to keep from being dropped on the back of her neck. This causes Valkyrie to be unsteady enough for Gaia to reverse into a hurricanrana. Gaia suddenly mounts Valkyrie and begins attempting to wail away on her with a ground and pound strategy, but Night Train enters the ring and leaps onto Gaia with a Lou Thesz Press before she begins punching Gaia!

At this point, Magdalena gets in and begins brawling with Valkyrie who is back on her feet as the referee loses all semblance of order. The referee begins to make a count on both Magdalena and Night Train. Before she’s even close to the five count, Gaia shoves Night Train off of her. Night Train rolls out of the ring while Magdalena nearly gets her team disqualified then shouts at the referee before heading back to her corner. Valkyrie immediately goes after Gaia, but Galanos is apparently just trying to draw Valkyrie in because she catches her with a drop toe-hold then locks in the Galanos Clutch!

Valkyrie is actually in the hold for a decent amount of time before she is finally able to get her fingertips on the ropes. Naturally, Gaia utilizes the five-count to its fullest before she decides to release the hold. As Gaia looks to capitalize on the damage she did with the Galanos Clutch, Night Train suddenly tugs her foot from outside the ring. Gaia glares down at her then rolls out of the ring and pursues Night Train. Night Train lures her right back into the ring where Valkyrie is back on her feet. She halts Gaia with a few kicks before backing up a bit. The fans begin booing for some reason as it seems like Valkyrie is sizing Gaia up for the Freyja’s Punishment again. That’s when she notices something large on the apron out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, The Shard is standing there staring Valkyrie down. Without a second thought, Valkyrie shuffles toward him and clocks him with a Superkick which causes him to drop off the apron to the floor, still standing. That’s when a speedy blur comes running down the entrance ramp and dropkicks The Shard from behind barely budging him. It’s Neal Durden! Meanwhile, as the referee is focused on trying to get The Shard to leave ringside, the boos become louder as Grendel jumps the barricade and pulls Night Train off the apron causing her to hit her face on the hard edge of the ring.

The Shard’s focus completely shifts over to trying to catch Neal, who high-tails it back up the ramp with his massive nemesis in tow. Seeing that The Shard is indisposed with Durden, Valkyrie goes to turn her attention back to Gaia, but Gaia is already up. She uses the ropes to springboard herself high enough to catch Valkyrie perfectly in the jaw with the her patented knee strike, the Seismós Strike! Gaia looks up at Magdalena, who seems satisfied as she nods to her partner, receiving a nod back before Galanos goes for the pin…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

WINNERS in 22:13: The Order!

As the referee raises Gaia’s arm and points to Magdalena, suddenly Night Train, having recovered attacks Gaia. Before any of the rest of The Order can put a stop to it, Night Train sends Gaia out of the ring and pursues her. Once again, the two begin brawling one another and somehow find themselves fighting through the crowd once again, almost hurting audience members in the process.

Back in the ring, Magdalena just glares down at Valkyrie with Grendel by her side. She looks out into the audience toward Gaia before beckoning for Grendel that it’s time to go.
In the mean time, Gaia and Night Train disappear through one of the tunnels still trying to tear one another apart as the show goes to a short break...

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

As the show returns from the break, we find ourselves in pursuit of none other than Gaia Galanos and Night Train Ayano who are still trying to tear one another apart. When it seems like one of them begins taking control, the other gets a timely counter and begins taking control of the fight herself. Only thing is, they're not backstage, they are out by the concession stands. In fact, when Night Train goes to throw a punch at Gaia, she's blocked then Galanos grabs her by the collar of her ring gear and sits her up on the counter of one of the concession stands. Gaia attempts to attack her, but Night Train kicks her away then leaps with a flying Lou Thesz Press down onto Gaia before beginning to pummel away on her. Gaia rolls herself to the top, but before anything more can take place, James Kensington appears on the scene with a bunch of security who pry Gaia Galanos away from Night Train. As the security holds tightly onto them, Night Train shows she can have some restraint as she puts her arms up in the air while Gaia is still trying to get at her nemesis to the point where Gaia falls to the cold concrete floor in an attempt to slip away from the security guards' grasp.

James Kensington: I have had about enough of the two of you trying to destroy one another so, after giving this some thought, I have come up with an idea. At the summer extravaganza, the two of you will settle your differences, and since it is blatantly clear to me that the two of you cannot remain in a ring long enough with one another to settle these differences the proper way, your match will be a Falls Count Anywhere Match! Now, gentlemen, get them out of here.

Night Train obliges to walk away on her own, but not before sticking her tongue out at Gaia who seems to be quite a handful for security to restrain, but they do and end up having to carry her off almost as if she's on a stretcher as the scene cuts out with James Kensington shaking his head with a sigh.

[UKWF]

Arcane v Blaise Fader

The first surprise to occur in this match is the fact that Arcane in no way seeks to gain underhanded advantage early on. There are no attacks from behind, or even an interception of Blaise as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping every hand in sight. No – the former leader of the New Management Enforcers, and current pet of one Stella Chalmers-Blythe, allows his opponent to not only make her entrance, but enter the ring, without so much as an attempt to use his usual tactics. It becomes clear that Arcane wants there to be no excuses in this match - and if that implies giving up his less than lawful tactics, he is fully prepared to do so.

Still, not attacking before the bell does not preclude attacking the moment the bell rings – which is exactly what the self-appointed number one contender to MJ Bell's title does. Blaise barely has time to step forward and steel herself before Arcane is on top of her, connecting with a brutal right hook as he steps in to reduce Fader's field of movement. This is followed, not a moment later, by a series of less powerful, faster punches, clearly meant to wear down as much of the former UK Champion's face, head and torso as possible, while still keeping her pinned to a restricted area of the mat. Blaise, to her credit, makes an attempt to fight back at this stage, landing a couple of punches of her own, but the fans barely have time to start a cheer before Arcane puts an end to his opponent's pretensions, rocking her with a hard headbutt to the face! Blaise stumbles backwards against the corner post, and Arcane is quick to rush in, pinning her to the corner with a big clothesline!

His upper hand firmly established, the UK Championship Number One Contender continues to punish his opponent, letting loose months of built-up hatred for Fader, as well as his more recent frustrations about the result of his last match. This all translates into a series of hard punches to the face, interspersed with the occasional headbutt for further wear and tear. All the while, Blaise tries to quite literally kick her way out of her predicament, but – while some of her strikes do land, momentarily unsettling Arcane – her strategy is by and large ineffectual. The London slumlord therefore remains firmly in control of the match, and does not appear as though he will let it go any time soon.

Indeed, even when the referee steps in to admonish him and he complies with surprising celerity, Arcane does not let the pace of the match escape him; while he is apparently willing to play somewhat by the rules, he still has other weapons in his arsenal, as he proves when he pulls Blaise Fader out of the corner and throws her over with a suplex! Then, rolling to his feet, he substantiates this face by giving the former Champion just enough time to return to a standing position before connecting with a huge running clothesline, which takes her right back down again!

By this time, the volume inside the Pulse Club is deafening with the jeers directed at the Number One Contender; Arcane, however, barely seems aware of any noise surrounding him at all, so focused is he on ensuring Blaise Fader is caused as much pain as possible during the course of this match.

His next way to ensure this is the case is to begin punishing his opponent with stomps to the head and arms, ensuring she stays pinned to the mat and does not have the chance to stand up .This, as might have been predicted, brings the referee over to admonish him once more, but just as the fans are expecting one of Arcane's usual bouts of menacing behaviour, they are once again surprised when the would-be corporate Champion instead complies, dutifully stepping away from the downed Blaise and instead leaning in to lawfully being her to her feet.

It is here that the former UK Champion once again sees an opening. An elbow shot to the gut momentarily rocks Arcane, and the crowd once again prepare to let out a long-suppressed cheer as Blaise spins around...only for it to die in their throats once more as Arcane connects with yet another clothesline, regaining control of the match almost immediately.

The stomp this time is a solitary one, a sort of receipt handed to Blaise for having the audacity to try and fight back. Once he has delivered his message, however, the Number One Contender once again steps back, seemingly determined to stick to his plan of fighting fair – or at the very least, as close to fair as someone like him is capable of.

As a result of her opponent's mindset, Blaise therefore has time to once again clamber to her feet, unencumbered by any actions from Arcane. Much to the contrary, Stella's golden boy appears to be giving her the time to fully recover and shake the cobwebs before making the next move. Needless to say, even if her body language does indicate wariness and suspicion, the former UK Champion takes full advantage of this respite, making sure she is fighting fit before turning around to face Arcane...

...only to find him already running in her direction!!

This time, however, the fan-favourite puts her credentials to good use, as she pre-empts her opponent's attempted offence and reverses it into a back body drop of her own! 

The crowd explodes as the momentum is at long last reversed, but Blaise still seems a little shaken by Arcane's ruthless offence from earlier in the match, and heads towards the corner, seeking to fully regain her bearings before going on offence again. 

Even as she leans against the ring post, however, she never takes her eyes off her opponent, controlling his every move to make sure she is not caught out.; as such, when Arcane clambers to his feet only moments later and once again turns towards her, the former UK Champion is ready, dodging the Londoner's charge and causing him to connect chest-first with the ring post! Then, as he clambers back, she further cements her upper hand by stepping in behind him and throwing him over with a suplex!

Once again, however – and despite the fervent cheers of the crowd – Blaise opts to forgo her advantage in favour of a few more moments' respite. Her suplex having landed quite crisply, she is granted these, and promptly takes advantage of them, catching one final, long breather before once again turning towards her foe. The crowd erupts all over again as she signals for, and then rushes in with, her Exocet big boot...

….which Arcane dives out of the way of!!

The crowd promptly deflates as Blaise's foot connects with nothing but air, but the UK Champion is far less pessimistic; thinking quickly, she instead changes tack, pumping her own brakes and spinning sideways to face Arcane once more. Then, not wasting another moment, she takes off running yet again, this time successfully connecting with a bulldog! Arcane face plants, and the crowd finally has a reason to cheer!

Knowing she has to be careful not to relinquish the upper hand she has won, Fader promptly seeks to build up on the momentum her bulldog earned her. For that purpose, she brings Arcane to his feet and – before the former NME leader has time to react – throws him over with yet another crisp German suplex! Arcane flies across the ring, and the Coventrian rolls through to her feet, having finally bought herself enough time to think up a proper strategy.

It does not take more than a moment, however, for her to seemingly make up her mind; once again retreating to the corner, she sizes up the kneeling Arcane, then – the moment he gets to his feet – takes off running. This time, the Number One Contender is just too slow to react, and Blaise is therefore able to connect with her trademark Exocet big boot! Arcane goes down, and the crowd once again erupt into cheers as the fan-favourite former Champion slides in for the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

---Kickout by Arcane!

The crowd once again lets out a groan of frustration as the Londoner kicks out of their favourite's trademark move. Once again, however, Blaise manages to maintain her pragmatic attitude, simply rolling through to her feet and leaning in to pull Arcane up to a vertical position once again. She knees her opponent in the midsection, then steps in, looking to set him up for the Fade Away facebuster...

...only for Arcane to connect with a big headbutt, rocking her and bringing him back into the match!

Momentum once again temporarily reversed, the Number One Contender promptly seeks to capitalise, lunging at his opponent; once again, however, Blaise is ready, spinning out of the way of the clothesline and popping up behind Arcane for yet another German suplex! This time, however, the former UK Champion bridges, creating yet another pinning predicament!

ONE!

TWO!

---No!!

Another kickout by Arcane has the crowd groaning, but still Blaise does not lose her composure; instead, knowing she has regained the upper hand, she once again starts over, rolling through to her feet and waiting for her opponent to do the same. Then, when he does, she once again steps in to set him up for the Fade Away alley-oop facebuster. This time, she is quick enough for her attempt to be successful, and a moment later, Arcane is being thrown over and faceplanting as a result of the move! No more than a step behind, Blaise promptly turns him around and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

---No!

Yet another kickout from the Number One Contender to the UK Championship, but still his opponent refuses to quit; instead, doing her best to keep her positivity, she once again pulls herself to her feet and leans over to collect her opponent yet again. Arcane attempts to put up a fight this time around, but Blaise is once again quicker, and throws him into the corner! The motion sends Arcane tumbling, and he connects with the ring post back-first, which causes him to slump into a seated position – just the right setup for Blaise's trademark cannonball senton! The arena explodes as the Rock'n'Rolla connects, and the former Champion cements the upper hand she has acquired through sheer force of will!

Her move having connected flush and seemingly dazed Arcane even more than he already was, Blaise fancies her chances, and once again leans in to bring her opponent to his feet. This time, the former NME leader gives no reaction as she stands him up and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. A moment later, Blaise launches into a run herself, connecting with a second Rock'n'Rolla, which whips the Yorkshire crowd into a frenzy!

Here, finally, Blaise seems to let her emotions come to the surface, as both her body language and the huge smile that spreads across her features show exactly how she feels about the fans' reaction. Still, she does her best not to let it affect her focus as she tugs at the unconscious Arcane's leg, pulling him out of the corner and back onto the mat. Not missing a beat, Blaise then drapes him across the canvas, parallel to the turnbuckle, before stepping over him and beginning to climb the ringpost.

Sensing what is coming, the Yorkshire crowd unleash a mighty roar, which Blaise acknowledges by raising an arm in the air. Then, after taking a moment to size up her opponent lying on the mat below her, she takes off with her trademark senton bomb, the Blaise of Glory...

...ONLY FOR ARCANE TO SUDDENLY POP UP AND CATCH IT IN MIDAIR!

How the Number One Contender has managed to revive from his seemingly unconscious stupor is unclear, but the evidence does not lie; from her position as a potential winner, Blaise has suddenly transitioned to the back foot once again, as her new situation sees her helplessly draped across Arcane's shoulders. As for the former New Management Enforcer, he seems to sense it is then or never, and promptly builds upon his advantageous position, throwing Blaise in the air and bringing her down directly onto his knee! The crowd deflate one last time as the Magnum Opus connects, and their favourite crumples into a lifeless heap on the mat. Even still, Arcane's cover is perhaps a little too loose and over-confident, and the crowd hold their breath as the referee slides in, hoping for a miracle...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...which does not come. Arcane wins, and life suddenly becomes very complicated for Blaise Fader.

WINNER in 12:33: Arcane

As the bell rings, the camera captures the stunned expressions of assorted members of the crowd. O-mouths, tear-rimmed eyes and head-in-hands manifestations of despair are all caught by the lens, and starkly contrast with the expression on the now recovered Arcane's face – a smug, self-satisfied grin. A moment later, insult is added to injury, as a second figure appears on the ramp, politely applauding the Number One Contender.

It is on the smirking face of Stella Chalmers-Blythe that the feed comes to a close.