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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 20:47:17 GMT
Still late, but still consistently so, Metallica's 'Lords of Summer' hits for the second consecutive night, followed no more than a moment afterwards by a montage of wrestlers performing a series of impactful moves, surrounded by a variety of summery colours. A moment later, the whole thing transitions into the usual title card:
UKWF SUMMERFEST NIGHT TWO
From there, viewers on the UKWF website and Battleground Network are once again taken to the Scarborough Open Air Theatre, where about two thousand fans once again make their voices heard as the camera pans over them. Signs are also plentiful, and the camera catches a few:
BLOOD AND WAR (with a picture of Valkyrie) WHICH ONE IS TALLER? (With pictures of London's Shard and The Order's Shard) CROSS > ARCANE KILL, BLAISE, KILL
A moment later, the camera lands on the announce table, where the usual duo still have a prime view of the goings-on from their elevated position.
Barry Jones: Welcome, folks, ter Summerfest Night Two! An' lemme tell yer, if yesterday was big, ternigh's gunna be even bigger!
Kerry Buckingham: Are you not even going to introduce me, darling?! For shame!
Baz: Eh...they all know who we are! I wanner talk about the matches, like!
Kerry: Why?! There's really only one worth seeing...
Kerry lifts up her 'ARCANE – NEW UK CHAMPION' sign, as Barry frowns.
Baz: Not sure abou' tha' meself, luv. Like this first match 'ere...well good, it is!
Kerry: Bah...a traitor and a dullard...not interested.
Baz: An' what about them two kids wot is facin' them scary folk, like?
Kerry: Pshaw...as if anyone could possibly be interested in that!
Baz: Th' big lass an' that nun?
Kerry: Seen it before...
Baz: That superhero bloke...
Kerry: ...Huntie's going to kill him. So you see, darling...really only one match to speak of.
Defeated by his partner's powers of insensitivity, Barry lapses into silence – only to quickly be brought back to life by the first theme song of the night, which hits the PA a moment later and brings the crowd to their feet! |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 20:50:47 GMT
A pre-match video package quickly recaps James Edwards' address regarding the vacant North Sea Championship, before lingering on the attack and subsequent challenge by a returning Cross Recoba. From there, it just as swiftly moves on to the title match in question, which pits the two athletes in question against one another! North Sea Championship
James Edwards vs. Cross Recoba
'My Name Is Human' blares across the suddenly darkened arena, before James Edwards steps out onto the stage, framed by harsh strobe lighting, his hooded visage tilting one way then the next to take in the max capacity, expectant crowd. His thoughts on the assemblage are unclear, as - and SUDDENLY CROSS RECOBA WITH AN ELBOW TO THE SKULL! We're off to a flying start here - or a rolling start, as Edwards tumbles down the ramp, leaving the spotlight to a grinning Recoba.
Regular lighting is re-established, just in time to catch Cross smashing James' face against the security railing - twice for good measure - then dragging him towards the ring. Into the apron goes Edwards, and a forearm across the jaw keeps him there. Recoba busies himself with the ring steps, tearing them half a foot out of place, then pulls Edwards over and forces one of his legs into the gap. The 'Burning Heart' realizes what's going on a little too late, and - CLANG! - cries out as Recoba boots the steps, damn near shattering James' kneecap inside a contracting metal sandwich! Ignoring the crowd's disapproval and the ref's admonitions, Cross lazily pushes the steps away and lets Edwards flop to the floor, writhing and clutching his bad leg close. This sight seems to amuse 'the Hammer', who takes a moment to laugh before pulling Edwards up and rolling him into the ring. The referee, pointlessly, raises the vacant North Sea belt overhead, then scurries off to hand it away as Cross steps through the ropes.
Recoba acknowledges the ringing of the bell - finally - with a curt nod, then steps toward Edwards and WHAM! Rolling Elbow floors Recoba! James falls from the impact too, and finally squirms out of his hoodie before forcing himself up to his feet again. Cross is on the rise too, but James fires a snap kick across the chest, and another; they keep Cross down, but having to use his hurt leg for offence (or risk falling down) isn't doing Edwards any favours either, and as the kicks keep coming they hurt Recoba less and less. In time, Cross is able to get up to one knee, then to his feet - and when Edwards tries one more kick, he catches it short and retaliates with an Enziguri that sends James stumbling into the ropes.
Cross, nursing a very reddened chest, keeps after James, pulling him back off the ropes into a waistlock. Edwards guesses what's coming and intertwines a leg with one of Recoba's - but Cross kicks it away, then throws Edwards overhead with a German Suplex! Not bothering with a bridge, Recoba instead heads up top,
balances carefully...
...and comes crashing down with a Diving Elbow, holding it down for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Shoulder up!
Cross looks, ah, cross but retains his composure as he gets to his feet. Turning Edwards over onto his belly, Recoba ties up the man's legs with one of his own and stamps up and down, smashing James' already injured knee into the mat, before leaning down to catch hold of both arms, pull back - and likely crush Edwards' nose with a Curb Stomp! Recoba saunters around to James' head and turns him over to admire his handiwork, then - then nothing, as 'the Burning Heart' responds with a sudden headbutt, stunning Recoba!
Edwards pushes himself up faster than any man on one good leg ought to, and is met with a knife-edge chop for his troubles - undeterred, he responds in kind,
and a chop duel breaks out, which James steadily gets the better of, backing Cross up against the ropes. James goes for an irish whip, but it's reversed by 'the Fox', and Edwards goes for the ride instead. He bounces, and comes back into a Spinning Back Kick - nope, it's ducked, and Recoba whirls around in confusion - only to be met with the Pole Shift! Edwards virtually falls right into the pin!
ONE!
TW - kickout!
James shakes his head in dismay and massages his leg, before forcing himself back up and - after a moment's deliberation - taking hold of Recoba's leg, then turning him over into a Half Boston Crab! Cross wakes up at the sudden pain in his spine, but is swift to react, curling around to throw punches at Edwards' bad leg until he drops the hold.
Edwards sinks to the mat, holding his knee, and winds up labouring over it a shade too long, giving Recoba an opening to slip in a reverse headlock, and lift him up into The Skim!
BUT Edwards pushes off the shoulder before Cross can complete the move! Recoba turns around and - the Double Tap connects! Two backfists across the jaw leave Recoba seeing stars, and he slumps down onto his ass! There's an opening, and Edwards comes off the ropes - with THE VIOLENT GOSPEL!
But that was the last straw for Edwards' leg, and after the hit he tumbles ass-over-head to the mat, yelling out from the pain! It's bad enough that the referee asks if he wants to forfeit, but James, with one eye firmly on the belt held by the timekeeper, stubbornly refuses to cave, and slowly, arduously, crawls...crawls...and crawls over to Recoba, before laying across the out-cold Sicilian...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPIwait why is the referee holding up two fingers
WHAT
RECOBA GOT HIS SHOULDER UP?!
Edwards can't believe it! Neither can we! But like it or not, this match continues! James crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help himself stand, looking back over his shoulder. Cross might have been able to resist the pin, but he's not shown any other movement since. Edwards' eyes dash back and forth as he comes to a fateful decision, stepping out onto the apron and carefully ascending the turnbuckle, hindered by his leg. He makes it to the top rope, though, and finds Cross still unmoving. He steadies himself, takes a deep breath - and flies out with a DIVING HEADBUTT!
Cross rolls. Edwards misses.
Cross breathes slowly as the referee does a double-count for both him and the airplane wreckage that was previously James Edwards. Finally, at 5, Recoba wills himself upright and looks to have a similar moment of epiphany as James did, though his ends with a sneer. Walking on his knees, Recoba rolls Edwards out onto the apron before stepping through the ropes to stand there too. He picks up 'the Burning Heart' and puts him in a front facelock, pauses - oh, this one's not gonna be good...
STATEN ISLAND DROP CONNECTS! Edwards gets DDT'd onto the apron and flops down to the floor!
Recoba stays sat on the apron as the ref begins the count-out call...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Cross rolls back into the ring and stands, pointing over to the North Sea belt with a bastard's smile.
FOUR!
Still no movement from Edwards.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Edwards is awake...barely. He's crawling, but in no particular direction.
EIGHT!
NINE!
And Edwards is...
...just sliding in under the ropes before the very stroke of TEN! Cross audibly screams "WHAT THE *EXPLETIVE*?!" on camera, which is just great for our sponsors. Of course, James may have beaten the count but he still looks to be in rough shape, something Recoba's all too aware of. Twisting his hands like he's tightening an imaginary length of piano wire, 'the Hammer' signals for the end, before pulling an unresisting Edwards up by his hair, ignoring the ref's complaints. He holds James' head over his shoulder and NAILS the Sicilian TypewrNOPE! Edwards picks a great moment to give him a firm push, sending Cross front-first into a corner post!
Recoba stumbles back out in slow motion, and an exhausted Edwards sluggishly catches his head, rolling him down through a snapmare only to apply a sleeper -
it's Night Comes to the Cumberlands! Cross turns beet-red in the face almost immediately, but he's fighting it, reaching up to yank at Edwards' hair! The ref demands he get his hands free, but Cross only needed that little bit more grip to roll James over with a snapmare of his own, ending the hold.
Recoba looks up - and finds Edwards running in for a SECOND VIOLENT GOSPEL?! Cross reflexively raises his hands to block - but Edwards stops short - seizes Recoba in a headlock - lifts - FOXFIRE CONNECTS! PIN!
ONE!
That one-legged bridge from Edwards looks real wobbly...
TWO!
Will it hold?
...
THREE!
And Cross kicks out just a hair too late.
Winner in 18:35 and NEW UKWF North Sea Champion: James Edwards
Cross Recoba sits up, clutching his head and staring open-mouthed in astonishment as the referee retrieves the North Sea belt and lays it across James' chest,
stopping to raise one of 'the Burning Heart's arms as he lays spread-eagled, gulping big lungfuls of air. He earned this belt in a war, no doubt...
And the war's not finished with him, because Recoba's rolled over and started raining punches down on his face! Edwards doesn't have the energy to defend himself, and when the official tries to pull Recoba away, he gets socked on the jaw for his troubles. Cross pulls James upright, hisses threats in his ear,
then throws him out over the top rope, before contemptuously kicking the North Sea title out after him. Recoba gingerly slips out, before raising the apron skirt...and pulling out a table. The crowd can't help but murmur excitedly as Recoba sets up the temporary furniture before turning on Edwards...
And that murmur turns into a roar as someone else comes barreling down the ramp like a fury - it's KINCAID! Cross reacts too late to the sudden reappearance of one of his least favourite people, and is rapidly overwhelmed with forearm shots across the jaw. A headbutt dazes him, and a well-placed Llewellyn Lifter leaves 'the Man Worth a Thousand Bullets' laid out across the very table he set up! Seeing this, Kincaid points dramatically to the nearest turnbuckle, which he quickly ascends...and just as quickly leaves.
KINCAID FROM ON HIGH! MASSIVE FROG SPLASH FROM THE TURNBUCKLE TO RINGSIDE SMASHES CROSS RECOBA THROUGH THE TABLE!
And with all that - with Recoba laying in a pile of pieces, Kincaid holding his gut and glaring at his enemy's barely moving form, and James Edwards convalescing with the North Sea belt held to his side - our promoters decide now is the time to jump to commercials. We'll be right back... |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 20:52:30 GMT
The titantron shows a long, blue hallway, empty and silent. Just as silent goes the arena, little by little, wondering what are they looking at. Wondering where this hallway would go, what could possibly be in its end. But then someone jumps in frame and there’s an immediate explosion of angry boos.
Aurora Master: Hey UKWF, Aurora here! And… stop booing! Maybe! This is pre-recorded, maybe you didn’t booed me at all… but yes, yes you did. Do you like my mansion?
Aurora moves out of the frame again to show the hallway again.
Aurora: God, I can hear you insulting me through time and space! But anyways, I figured there couldn’t be a Summerfest without YOUR Tag Team Champions, and since we can’t go there, I decided to bring you here to give you a quick rundown on Dawn’s state. So, without further ado, lets check her out.
Aurora guides the cameraman into a room where Carnival is inside a bed playing Nintendo 3DS, and Moonlight is sitting at her side reading a book. While Carnival closes the Nintendo upon seeing her older sister, Moonlight remains with her eyes in the book. The Tag Titles are laying down at Carnival’s feet, in bed.
Aurora: Hey Dawn, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions for OUR fans back in UKWF?
Carnival: Well, I was kinda playing the new Ever Oa-
Aurora: That game sucks and we’re not payed to advertise it! Answer the fucking questions!
Carnival: Oh, shit, okay, bro!
Aurora: Thank you. How are you feeling?
Carnival: Good, thanks.
Aurora: No, you’re in pain.
Carnival: Well, yeah, kinda, my back hurts a bit since The Dynasty hurt me.
Moonlight: You felt on your ass on top of him, how did they hurt you?
Carnival: You just answered that question, I hit THEM, therefore, THEY hurt me. If I had hit the raw floor, it would be the floor’s fault, but that was not the case and this calls for revenge. The Dynasty, you mildly hurt me by being where I threw myself at, and I won’t take that laying down. In the next show, whatever it may be called you gonna get destroyed because now I’m fire, now I’m going to give my very best, and you suck ass, and I fucked all yo mommas last night in this bed in a mega orgy with Arnold Sw-
Aurora: Please shut the fuck up.
Carnival: Okay… But I wanted to say tha-
Aurora: Shut the fuck up. But yes, it’s because of them that we won’t be able to wrestle tonight, they did this. How can people call them heroes? You know what, next show we will make sure you’re the ones that will be laying in bed with mild back pain, because you don’t mess with The Masters. Right, Moonmoon?
Moonlight: What? You want me to go with the whole revenge angle as well?
Aurora: Well, they hurt Dawn.
Moonlight: You want me to tell them I’ll beat their asses, right? Okay, here…
Moonlight sighs, but gets up and grabs the title, then approaches the camera and looks right into it, with the Tag Team Title glowing in sight.
Moonlight: The Dynasty, I’ll beat your asses. But it’s not because I feel the need for revenge because my sister is stupid, no. I’ll hurt you because that’s what I do. I hurt people, and I SPECIALLY hurt people when these titles are at stake, because I’m going to make sure we keep these titles for a long, long time. And Dynasty, or whatever’s left of it, I hope you’re listening to me, because my sisters may enjoy long annoying ramblings, but they too know how to hurt. Now take that camera out of my face.
And it’s with Moonlight turning around that the video ends. |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 20:59:13 GMT
Before the match begins fans are treated to a montage of what have brought both teams up to this point. The chases and the sacrifices Lowri Moss and Neal Durden have had to deal with during the past few weeks; the dominance The Order have shown; it all comes down to a boil on this match and the fan know it, as they stand up and start making noise as the montage ends and music starts playing with smoke pouring down on the ramp.
Neal Durden & Lowri Moss v The Order
“Take a Chance” by CFO$ starts playing on the P.A System as Lowri Moss and Neal Durden appear on the ramp with their backs turned at the crowd. The word PENDRAGON appears on the screen in bright red as they turn around, bump fists and stroll down the ramp high fiving fans along the way. Lowri and Neal pump up the crowd a bit more, not that they needed them to pump them up, as The Order’s music hits the P.A system.
Sure enough, the duo of Sister Grendel and The Shard appear on top of the ramp, looking as menacing as ever. Grendel has a twisted smile on her face, while The Shard stands still. Lowri and Neal point at them from the ring, as The Order starts to walk down the ramp, their eyes locked on their opponents inside the ring. Neal and Lowri look at each other and when The Order stands near the apron, Neal and Lowri launch themselves in Stereo Suicide Dives!
The duo now known as PENDRAGON goes on the offensive first, before the match even started. They start brawling with Grendel and The Shard outside of the ring. It’s obvious they’ve had to deal with enough of The Order for the past few weeks and their frustration and anger exploded in this very moment.
Lowri takes Grendel to one side of the ringside area and threw her against the barricade that divides the fans from the actions. Meanwhile Neal is going all out punching The Shard. Lowri gets Grendel up and hits her with a vicious headbutt that sends Magdalena’s Pupil crashing to the ground. On the other side of the ringside area Neal gets The Shard up and Irish whips him to the steel steps, but The Shard reverses and it’s Neal who hits the steps back first.
It’s obvious that Neal is still reeling from the effects of the deathmatches he’s been a part of recently, as he screams out in pain and the bandages covering his back show a small red dot on them. On the other side of the ringside area, Lowri is oblivious of what’s happening to her tag-team partner as she continues her assault on Sister Grendel. But from behind The Shard appears and grabs Lowri by the hair and pulls her from Grendel, who gets up and slaps Lowri right in the face, while she mocks her prone opponent.
The Shard throws Lowri into the ring and Grendel follows, as the ref calls for the bell officially starting the match.
PENDRAGON (Neal Durden & Lowri Moss) vs. The Order (The Shard & Sister Grendel)
Grendel starts kicking the mat prone Lowri Moss as she taunts the crowd, shouting things like “Here are your Dragons!” which garner the ire of the crowd who starts booing her loudly. Yet, the time Grendel spent taunting the crowd gave Lowri time to recover, as when Grendel went back to her, Lowri sprung back up and took Grendel down with a Russian Legsweep.
Once Lowri got Grendel on the ground she started punching her square in the face, while Neal finally made his way back to the apron, still visibly hurt. Lowri got Grendel up and threw her towards the ropes, when Grendel came back to her Lowri dropped Grendel with a dropkick that pumped the crowd up. Sister Grendel tried to go for the tag on The Shard, but Moss stopped her in her tracks as she grabbed Grendel by the foot and dragged her back to the middle of the ring. Once there, Lowri grabbed Grendel by the head and dropped her with an STO.
With their opponent prone on the mat Lowri goes for the tag on Neal, who jumps right into action, preventing Grendel from getting the tag on her partner. It’s obvious Neal and Lowri want to avoid facing the bigger opponent in The Shard as much as possible and that’s their strategy. Neal gets Grendel off the floor and plants her with a Snap DDT. With Grendel now out on the mat, Neal starts looking at the ropes.
The Shard stands stoic on his corner, but still some measure of concern can be palpable through the menacing mask he wears. As Grendel gets on her knees only to eat a Shinning Wizard from Neal, who then drops on her and goes for the cover.
ONE!
But one is the only thing he gets as Grendel kicks out. Neal stands up and looks at the ropes, the crowd pumps him up and goes for the No-Handed Springboard Moonsault on Grendel, but Grendel moves out of the way and Neal crashes clean on the mat. Grendel uses this turn of events to get up and tag in The Shard who quickly goes on the offensive on Neal.
The Shard grabs Neal and puts him on his shoulders dropping him with a samoan drop. The Shard then puts his boot on Neal’s bandages who are now starting to turn red-ish as it seems Neal has an open wound and Shard knows it as he capitalizes on this. The Shard then grabs Neal with one hand and throws him towards the turnbuckle, further hurting his back. Lowri screams at Neal from the corner as she becomes concerned with her tag-team partner’s situation. Grendel grabs the back of her head as she laughs at the carnage The Shard is bringing to the match.
The Shard grabs Neal with one hand and carries him like a rag doll on a single handed military press only to drop him and hit Neal with The Fall. Neal is in obvious pain, he finds it hard to breathe and The Shard goes for the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
Somehow Neal finds it in himself to kick out of the move. Some might call him gutsy, others might call him stupid. The fact is Grendel seems surprised on the corner and The Shard simply grabs Neal once again and drops him with a clothesline. The Shard again grab Neal and throws him towards the ropes and hits him with a big boot that reopens a wound he sustained in the weed-wacker on a pole match. Neal is a bloody mess and Grendel loves it.
Grendel sees Neal crawling towards Lowri and instructs The Shard to let him tag Lowri in; so The Shard obeys and Neal is able to tag in Lowri Moss. She seems hesitant at first, but she springboards into action, only to eat a big boot from The Shard that sends her out of the ring.
Grendel drops down from the apron and alongside The Shard they start stalking both of their opponents. Grendel grabs Neal and drops him with a Reverse DDT on the mat covering the ringside area, obviously targeting the injured back and head of Neal. While The Shard grabs Lowri and drops her over the barricade.
With their opponents on the ground, Grendel starts taunting the crowd again, while also berating their opponents. Lowri crawls the leg of The Shard only to eat a Bionic Elbow for her troubles; on the other side Neal crawls but eats a Running Senton Splash on his back from Grendel. Referee has been counting them all this time, and Grendel instructs The Shard to throw Lowri back to the ring before the ten count.
With brute force The Shard throws Lowri Moss back into the ring and gets back as he measures her. Lowri gets on all fours and uses the ropes to get back to her feet only to get on The Shard’s grasp with a one-handed choke that lifts Lowri off her feet. The Shard looks at Grendel, who’s back on their corner, instructing The Shard to hit her with the move they call “An Empty Vessel”.
Meanwhile Neal is crawling back to the corner, using the steel steps as leverage and then the ropes to get back to his feet. A bloodied mess, he sees Lowri in the middle of the ring prone to whatever The Shard wants to do and screams, as The Shard hits Lowri square in the chest with the back of his palm, knocking the wind out of her.
The Shard drops down and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NOOO!
Lowri, somehow… some way… is able to kickout of The Shard’s finisher. Grendel can’t believe it and under the mask it’s sure The Shard can’t believe it also. Grendel starts screaming at the ref, while the fans start chanting “Pen-dragon! Pen-dragon!” This enrages Grendel who instructs The Shard to get Lowri back to her feet and punish her more.
The Shard gets Lowri to her feet and throws her towards the ropes to where Neal is standing. Durden puts his hand out and tags himself up, while The Shard is focused on Lowri. The Shard puts his boot up, looking for a Big Boot on Lowri, but she ducks and Neal jumps right into the ring with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick on the Shard that makes him stumble, but not fall.
Lowri gets back to her feet and looks at Neal and they agree as they hit a double dropkick on The Shard that sends him tumbling to the outside. Grendel drops down to aid her partner up to his feet, but when they look back at the ring, Neal and Lowri are flying off hitting them with STEREO MOONSAULTS!
The Order crashes on the outside, while Lowri and the bloodied up Neal celebrate with the crowd, who are clearly behind them. Neal and Lowri drop down on their opponents and start swinging punches at them. The referee starts counting them out, but Neal gets The Shard up and sends him back to the ring.
Neal gets back in the ring and grabs the Shard and goes for the “Rolling Stone” (Rolling Cutter) and is able to hit it. The crowd explodes as Neal drops down to cover The Shard.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NOOOOOOO!!
The Shard powers out of the cover by throwing Neal to the other side of the ring. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Neal can’t believe he threw his best show at The Shard and it wasn’t enough to put The Order down.
Lowri and Grendel have made their ways back to their respective corners and Grendel starts shouting at Shard to get up. Lowri pumps the crowd who are cheering for Neal to continue the offensive.
The Shard gets back to his feet, and Neal goes up and running towards him, hitting The Shard with a Running Arched Big Boot that staggers the big man enough to send him towards his own corner, where Grendel tags herself back into the match.
Grendel smiles at the bloody mess that is Neal right now. The bandages on his back have fallen off, showing the carnage that was that weed-wacker match. Grendel sprints at Neal who looks to hit Grendel with a clothesline, but Grendel ducks and when Neal turns around she plants him with an Enzuiguiri, that sends Neal crashing down to the mat.
Grendel sees her opportunity and goes for the cover on the prone Neal Durden.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---NO!
Neal kicks out of the move and Grendel can’t believe it. She starts screaming at the referee, she starts screaming at the crowd and she starts cursing Neal for his audacity. She grabs him by the hair and throws him to the corner, but the force and his weakened state makes him drop down and Grendel smiles.
Grendel screams and launches herself hitting Neal with the “Cry Havoc” (Running flipping Senton to opponent seated in corner), and Neal drops down. Grendel has knocked his wind out as she drags him back to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NOO!!!
Lowri broke out the pin attempt just in the nick of time, but she quickly got out of the ring as she saw The Shard entering the ring. Lowri got back to her corner, but Neal seems completely out of it. Grendel grabs him and mockingly drags him towards Lowri, as if Neal was looking for the tag. She then stomps Neal’s back and puts him back on the mat.
Lowri becomes increasingly eager to get back into the ring, as Grendel continues mocking them, hitting Neal over and over and over again with repeated shots to the back of his head. She finally gets Neal on his feet and sends him towards the ropes, looking for a clothesline. But Neal is able to duck and when Grendel turns around Neal plants her with a Pelé Kick.
The momentum seems to have shifted, as Neal starts moving rapidly as Lowri stomps the mat. Neal crawl towards his partner and with a swift jump he tags Lowri back into the match, who quickly jumps and grabs Grendel preventing her from tagging The Shard back in.
Lowri then grabs Grendel by the hair and throws her to the ropes hitting “The Scion of the End Times” with a clothesline. She then grabs Grendel and throw her to one of the neutral corners and starts hitting her with a combination of punches and chops. Lowri then grabs Grendel and she goes to the second rope and launches herself hitting Grendel with a Diamond Dust. Grendel is prone in the mat and The Shard extends his arm trying to get his partner to tag him back into the match.
Grendel recovers and goes for a clothesline on Lowri, but Lowri ducks and grabs Grendel hitting her with a Blue Thunder Bomb and going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NOOOO!
GRENDEL KICKS OUT!
Lowri can’t believe it and The Shard senses his partner might be in trouble as he starts moving to enter the ring. But this prompts Neal to jump into the ring and they, Neal and Lowri, go on the offensive on The Shard. They manage to stagger the big man with rapid fire, but the turmoil is enough for Grendel to recover and grab Lowri to start brawling with her.
Neal is going crazy on the corner with The Shard, while Lowri and Grendel brawl all over the ring. Somehow Neal manages to send The Shard tumbling to the outside, while Lowri and Grendel continue fighting. Lowri and Grendel are throwing haymakers at each other, trying to see which one of the two will be the first to fall. While on the outside, Neal is clearing up the announce table, he clearly have bad intentions.
Neal grabs the Shard and puts him on the table as he looks to the turnbuckle. Lowri and Grendel are unaware of what’s happening on the outside as the crowd gets on their feet, while Neal gets to the top of the turnbuckle. He clears his eyes from the blood pouring out of his forehead and launches himself with a Swanton Bomb on The Shard breaking the table.
The crowd goes wild after the spot as chants of:
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
And:
“THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Can be heard coming from the crowd.
Meanwhile Lowri managed to get a good hook on Grendel that sent her to the mat, and when Grendel finally made it back to her knees, Lowri sprung and hit her with a Shinning Wizard! The move sent Grendel to the mat and Lowri dropped down to cover her.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NOOOOOO!
The shinning wizard wasn’t enough to secure Lowri and Neal the victory in this match. Lowri then grabs Grendel and puts her in position as she hits the “Nos Da” (Rolling Cutter)! And Lowri once again goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--- NOOOO!
Lowri can’t believe it, the crowd can’t believe it. Lowri asks the ref if the count was surely two and the ref reassures her it was a two count. Grendel is still laying on the mat looking at the ceiling as Lowri regroups.
On the outside Neal and The Shard aren’t moving. Lowri looks at Grendel and tries to find a way to win. Moss gets back to her feet and Grendel starts moving. Lowri allows Grendel to get back to her knees as she seems to have a strategy. Grendel looks at Lowri and starts laughing and daring Lowri to hit her with her best shot and Lowri does, hitting Grendel with the “Breuddwydion Melus” (Superkick)!!!
Lowri falls over Grendel and the ref goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Lowri has done it! Neal and Lowri have done it! The referee gets to Lowri and raises her hand declaring “PENDRAGON” the winners.
WINNERS IN 19:34: Lowri Moss & Neal Durden - PENDRAGON!
Lowri drops to her knees seemingly crying as the crowd starts chanting her name and applauding the effort the two teams made in the match. She rolls out of the ring and raises her hand; while the bloodied up, broken up Neal Durden gets up with the help of paramedics and some officials.
Lowri walks up the ramp thanking the fans and bowing while she celebrates the victory. Yet she waits for her tag-team partner to get near her. Once they’re both on the top of the ramp they embrace, Neal’s blood gets all over Lowri’s ring gear and shoulders, but they don’t seem to care as they raise up each other’s hand in victory. |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 21:01:41 GMT
Before the match, a video package recaps the several run-ins between Magdalena Waechter and Valkyrie as they each seek to support their allies. A montage of the hardest-hitting moves exchanged by the two on the course of their eight-person and tag matches flash in quick succession, along with close-ups on each contestant's fiery expression, perfectly setting up the mood for the match to come!
Valkyrie v Magdalena Waechter
Before the bell even rings, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy, as the two women step in towards each other and engage in a silent, intense staredown. Even though Valkyrie towers above the relatively slender Magdalena Waechter, the Canoness matches her, if not surpasses her, in intensity. As the two stand nose to nose in the centre of the ring, the electricity they generate travels across the water to the stands opposite, causing the crowd to erupt.
Chants of 'VALK IS GONNA KILL YOU' rain down from the seating area as the two women slowly, methodically begin to pace around one another, neither giving the other the slightest opening. They circle each other in silence for a long moment, the tension ever mounting...until at long last, Valkyrie lunges forward, giving Magdalena Waechter a Roskilde Kiss!
The headbutt staggers the Canoness, but she manages to stay on her feet, and once again steps towards the Dane, her expression now even more intense than before. Valkyrie reels back for another headbutt, but before she can so much as snap it off, Magdalena connects with one of her own!!
It is Valkyrie's turn to be livid, her astonished expression blown up in a close-up on the Scarborough Open Theatre's screens. Without hesitation, she steps in once again, and delivers yet another Roskilde Kiss, sending Magdalena stumbling backwards yet again!!
Like before, however, the Canoness manages to keep her balance, and is prompt to reply with a second headbutt of her own! This leaves Valkyrie, if possible, even more annoyed, and a third headbutt from the Dane soon follows!
This time, the blow is so strong that Magdalena is not quite quick enough to recover, and goes stumbling backwards into the ropes. Finally seeing her chance, a swelling-nosed Valkyrie quickly rushes forward, connecting with a big lariat, which sends the German toppling over the ropes and to the outside!
The upper hand finally obtained, Valkyrie is quick to follow the Canoness out of the ring, intending to make sure her opponent is not given even the slightest room to recover. To this effect, she picks up the Canoness and wraps her hands around Magdalena's waist, connecting with a German suplex to the floor! She then rolls through to her feet and – as Magdalena makes an effort to stand up – rushes forward, driving a huge boot into the German's face with a low-aiming Superkick!
Before the zealot can crumple to the floor once more, however, Valkyrie grabs her by the hair and brings her back to a vertical position. Then, draping her over her shoulder, she delivers a brutal powerslam to the floor, which brings gasps from across the water. As Magdalena writhes around in agony, favouring her lower back, Valkyrie leans down and finally rolls her back into the ring.
As she steps in a moment later, the Dane still holds a firm upper hand over her deranged but currently helpless opponent. She promptly takes advantage of this by dropping a giant Danish elbow on Magdalena. She then rolls back through to her feet once again and once again picks her opponent up, only to fling her into the far ringpost! Magdalena slumps down as she hits the hard steel, and Valkyrie once again capitalises, running in to connect with a huge knee to the Canoness' face!
The crowd roars as Valkyrie smashes Magdalena's face in, and begin to chant for the Dane to do it 'ONE MORE TIME!' As the camera catches a fan in the crowd with a sign reading 'LUKAS APPROVES', Valkyrie – no doubt buoyed by the chants raining down on her from across the water, prepares to do just that, raising an arm in acknowledgement as she takes a few steps back. Then, after sizing up the groggy Canoness, she takes off again...
...only for Magdalena to dodge out of the way at the last second!!!
The crowd's cheers turn to a collective groan as Valkyrie's knee connects with the naked steel, making the Dane let out a cry of agony clearly audible even without a microphone. Magdalena, however, is still somewhat too dazed to capitalise as the Dane falls to one knee, and instead crawls on her knees in the opposite direction, seeking the safety of the ropes.
With the two women either too dazed or too in pain to immediately capitalise, there follows a long moment in which neither competitor goes on the offensive. Instead, Valkyrie takes a moment to kneel, clear her head and fight through the pain to her knee, while Magdalena uses that same respite to recover and bring herself as close to fighting fitness as possible.
It does not take long, however, for the seemingly ironclad Dane to be making her way back to her feet, and preparing to continue fighting. Wobbly and slightly tentative her first couple of steps may be, but Valkyrie clearly shows she will not let something as small as a bruised knee prevent her from delivering Freyja's Justice to Magdalena. Both her body language and the fire in her eyes – perfectly caught by another opportune close-up by the ringside cameramen – indicate as much, as she once again steps forward to grab Magdalena by the hair and bring her up to a seated position.
This time, however, the Canoness is ready, and seeks to mount an offensive by delivering a series of quick elbows to the Dane's midsection. These are, however, only mildly effective – Valkyrie being every bit as resilient as she looks – and Magdalena is, therefore, forced to change tack. A mule-kick to the Dane's knee proves that, even groggy, the Canoness was aware, and draws the ire of the crowd, who rain jeers down on Magdalena as she brings her fan-favourite opponent to her knees. The Canoness seems, however, impervious to this reaction, instead focusing on putting some distance between herself and the Great Dane Bitch. To that effect, she successfully takes advantage of the few seconds' respite her move bought her to reach the ring post directly in front of her and turn around, so that she can be facing Valkyrie when the Dane returns to her feet.
After a moment, however, the German decides she is not even going to give the big blonde the opportunity to do so, instead seeking to capitalise whilst Valkyrie is still on one knee near the opposite corner. The subsequent running front dropkick is successful in taking Valkyrie down, and Magdalena quickly takes a page from the Dane's book by immediately following it up with an elbow drop. She rolls through to her feet and drops another, for good measure, before making her way towards the nearby turnbuckle and beginning to ascend it. Once at the top, she takes a moment to steady herself and size up Valkyrie, before launching off with her rarely used double-footed stomp...
….which Valkyrie rolls out of the way of!!!
The Canoness winces as her feet connect with only the hard mat, causing her to stumble. She quickly manages to shrug off the discomfort, however, and as Valkyrie seeks to pull herself back to a vertical position, surprises the Dane with a chop block, which causes her to cry out in pain as she falls to one knee yet again!
The fans boo as the German's opportunistic tactics once again bear fruit, and Magdalena manages to take back control. The Canoness, however, once again appears immune to the booing as she steps forward and – taking advantage of Valkyrie's kneeling position – slaps on an abdominal stretch!
No sooner has the Canoness applied the hold than Valkyrie begins trying to evade it, using her considerable size and strength advantage to attempt to pull herself back to a vertical position. Through struggle and toil, she does manage, after a long moment, to do so, lifting herself up to a semi-standing position which immediately draws cheers from the crowd.
Just as it seems as though she may be about to break the hold, however, the Dane is sent back down with a cry, as the Canoness stamps the back of her injured knee. Having succeeded in regaining control – and still ignoring the now deafening reaction from the crowd – the smaller of the two women steps forward once more, cool as a cucumber, to cinch in the hold once more.
Norse warrior that she is, however, Valkyrie is by no means defeated, and almost immediately begins attempting to break free from her predicament once more. She once again begins to struggle to her feet, her muscles rippling with the effort, and this time, as she reaches the halfway point, she shoots her leg back, nailing Magdalena in the stomach and preventing her from kicking at her leg again! The Canoness releases the hold, doubling over with a gasp, and Valkyrie is quick to pry herself loose, spin around, and step in to trap the Canoness's head between her knees. Magdalena aims a punch at Valkyrie's knee, attempting once again to wear it down, but the Dane is quicker, lifting the German up and throwing her to the mat with the Allfather Drop powerbomb! She lets off a primal scream as she drops down and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--No! Magdalena with the shoulder up!
Valkyrie does not seem put off in the slightest by the Canoness' survival instincts kicking in; in fact, she seems to relish the opportunity to inflict more damage, and promptly sets about doing so. She brings Magdalena to her feet and – taking advantage of her woozy condition – promptly launches into the sequence of elbows she calls the Stormfront. Left, right, left, right, go the shots, before the Dane reaches back with her arm, ahead of the final neck chop...
…which never comes, as Magdalena gathers the last of her wits to dodge, get behind the Dane, and once again target her knee! Valkyrie buckles as a result of the blow, and the crowd immediately begin to boo the German as she goes for another abdominal stretch.
This time, however, Valkyrie is alert, and smashes an elbow into Magdalena's face before she can so much as lock in the hold. Then, as the German reels back, she pushes herself to her feet, spins around, and runs in with a lariat...
...which Magdalena dodges!!
Surprised, Valkyrie just about manages to pump her own brakes and turn around...
...only to find the German has rebounded off the ropes, and is hurtling in her direction! Before the Dane can put up any sort of defence, Magdalena has connected with a big boot, rocking her! The blonde goes hurtling backwards across the mat, and Magdalena sees her chance, running in with her trademark Exorcism lariat...
...WHICH VALKYRIE DODGES!!
Realising her attack has been dodged, a livid Magdalena turns around...only to see Valkyrie running towards her with a lariat of her own! The Canoness is, however, just quick enough to dive out of the way, and the Dane's attack connects only with the ropes!
Even despite this setback, however, Valkyrie manages to retain her composure, and quickly turns around...
….to find Magdalena was quicker, and is on top of her with a series of forearms!!
Caught by surprise, the Dane is, at first, unable to react as the Canoness connects with rapid blow after rapid blow, pinning her to the ropes. It therefore takes her a long moment to find an opening in Magdalena's offence – but when she does, she quickly capitalises on it, ducking down and tossing the Canoness over the ropes bodily with a back body drop! The crowd cheers as the Canoness goes tumbling to the floor, and Valkyrie regains the upper hand yet again!
Seeking to capitalise on the opening she created for herself, the Dane is quick to step over the ropes once more, following her opponent to the outside. She promptly steps up to Magdalena, and leans over to bring her to her feet...
...but this is when the Canoness strikes. Exploding upwards with a huge European uppercut, Magdalena manages to surprise Valkyrie, sending her reeling backwards towards the apron. Once again displaying her quickness, the Canoness swiftly steps forward, delivering trapping headbutts to the Dane, who remains pinned against the apron. She alternates these with rapid, swift kicks to Valkyrie's calves, ensuring the Dane remains too busy staving off her attacks to think of retaliating. Valkyrie therefore finds herself on the back foot for a long moment, as the referee continues his standard ten-count!
THREE!
FOUR!
As the count reaches 'FIVE', Valkyrie finally reacts, exploding forward with a Roskilde Kiss, which sends Magdalena staggering backwards several steps, once again giving the Dane an opening. Valkyrie is quick to explore it, surging forward with a superkick...
….which Magdalena somehow dodges!!!
Surprised by this turn of events, the Dane quickly seeks to turn around...
...only to get thrown back across and into the apron by a big release German suplex from Magdalena!!
Moving as quickly as a cat once more, the Canoness lunges forward, rolling into the ring just enough to break the referee's count before immediately rolling back out. Then, as the man in the stripes restarts from 'ONE' yet again, she once again makes her way towards the kneeling Valkyrie, to connect with a devastating curb stomp against the hard arena floor! The ringside microphones capture and broadcast the move's sickening 'crunch', instantly drawing boos from across the water. The Canoness, however, once again appears unfazed, showing no reaction whatsoever as she leans in to grab her opponent by her long blonde hair and bring her to her feet once again.
Caught by surprise once more, the Dane is powerless to react as Magdalena throws her against the steel ring post, following closely behind to nail her in the back of the head with an elbow shot, pinning her against the corner. Then, as Valkyrie stumbles back, she once again catches her with a release German suplex, which sends her flying overhead and to the hard floor!
Boos once again issue from the stands as the Dane crumples into a heap, unconscious. Yet again, however, Magdalena remains focused simply on the match at hand, as she coolly retrieves her opponent and rolls her into the ring. A moment later – as the referee's second count reaches 'FIVE' – she steps through the middle rope herself, immediately advancing for a cover! The referee drops down to count...
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!!! VALKYRIE IS STILL ALIVE!!!
The crowd erupt as their favourite lifts up her shoulder at the last minute – much to the displeasure of the Canoness. As she rolls to her feet, Magdalena mutters something darkly, which may or may not have been an accusation towards the referee; before this particularly fact can be ascertained, however, she has once again grabbed her groggy opponent and dismissively thrown her into the nearest corner. Valkyrie lands in a seated position against the turnbuckle, and Magdalena quickly flips forward, into the cannonball senton she calls Cry Havoc...
….WHICH IS DODGED BY THE DANE!!
The crowd explode as Valkyrie makes yet another miraculous, last-minute escape, evading the Canoness's rolling move. It is clear, however, that despite scraping by by the skin of her teeth, the Dane is in no condition to mount an immediate offense; instead, she simply crawls towards the nearest set of ropes, to which she clings gratefully, regaining her bearings for a moment.
The Canoness herself does not exactly seem fighting fit, instead lingering in the corner for a moment, her legs in the air, feeling the impact of her failed move. The camera catches what may be an expression of discomfort in Magdalena's face as she makes an attempt to roll over onto her feet, only for her back to flare up and send her writhing back down to the mat.
As such, a long moment follows in which neither woman is able to get to a fully vertical position, leading the referee to start a count once again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Valkyrie begins to pull herself up as, in the corner, Magdalena herself stirs!
FIVE!
Valkyrie uses the ropes to hoist herself to her feet, as Magdalena herself leans on the nearest set for support.
SIX!
Valkyrie gets to her feet, as Magdalena begins to do the same, just a second behind her opponent. Though dazed and having to fight her injured knee, the Dane sees her chance, and – as Magdalena attempts to pull herself to one knee – rushes forward. The Canoness turns to see the big blonde barrelling towards her...
...and is just a moment too late to put up a defence, as Valkyrie connects with a punt to her head! Freyja's Punishment connects, and the Dane pulls her opponent towards the centre of the ring for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
--and Valkyrie scores a big win in a hard-fought match!
WINNER in 18:22: Valkyrie
Though exhausted, the Dane finds the strength to roll back through to her feet, letting out a primal scream heard even across the river as she has her hand raised. Then, after shaking the referee's hand, she turns around, preparing to leave the ring...
….only to get smashed in the face with a chair!!!
The crowd's cheers immediately turn into jeers as the smouldering figure of Gaia Galanos stands over her fallen opponent, scorching her with her gaze for a moment. Then, her expression softening considerably, the Greek turns around and almost tenderly assists to Magdalena, helping her up and out of the ring. The boos of the crowd follow the duo to the back, to be followed shortly after by a cheer for the fallen Valkyrie, who is assisted in the ring and then escorted to the back by EMTs. It is on a shot of the unconscious Dane being stretchered out that the feed transitions into yet another video package, hyping up the following match. |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 21:05:59 GMT
Like its predecessors, the following match is introduced by a video package detailing the long and storied rivalry between its two competitors – the Jew Blazer and Hunter Storms. The many, many run-ins the two have had over the course of 2017 are documented in a series of quick shots, as snippets of each wrestler's more heated words towards the other plays over the top. Overall, like the packages before it, this is extremely successful in setting the tone for the heated grudge match which starts a moment later, as the camera returns to ringside!
The Jew Blazer v Hunter Storms
Even before the bell rings, the crowd in Scarborough makes it clear whose corner they are in.
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
Hunter Storms is not happy with the raucous show of support for the Hebrew Hero. He pulls himself up on one of the turnbuckles and shouts that they are delusional. Storms says, to a round of boos, that he is going to end the little shit. Of course, the look on Storms’ face when the Blazer dropkicks him from behind is one of a man who may have messed his pants. Storms topples to the outside and lands with an audible thud. The official looks to the Blazer, who indicates he is ready to roll. So the bell rings and the match is officially underway. Storms gradually pulls himself up and grabs his shoulder cursing. He hears the referee being the ten count and quickly moves in the direction of the ring….
…..only to be met by a beautiful baseball slide by the Jew Blazer that sends him flying into the barricade!
Storms is more annoyed than hurt and charges forward. The Blazer levels him again with another baseball slide, and this time Storms wails in pain as now his back and shoulder are damaged early in the contest. The Blazer hits the ropes and instead of diving he slides underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. He pulls back and slaps the taste out of Hunter Storms mouth. Storms does not take the sign of disrespect well and charges at the Blazer, only for Blazer to dodge him like a matador. Storms puts on the breaks before he collides with the ring, but is downed by a jumping neckbreaker from the Blazer. With Storms down, the Blazer slides in the ring and the official beings the ten count.
1…
2…
3…
Storms beings to stir…
4….
5….
Storms gets to his knees….
6….
7….
8….
9….
Storms slides back into the ring and is immediately met with hard stomp from the Blazer. He wraps Storms up like a pretzel in a Lucha inspired pinning combination.
1…
2…
Storms kicks out with authority!
The Blazer is quickly back on his feet to loud cheers from his adoring public. He throws himself into the ring ropes with reckless abandon….
…..and is floored by a shoulder block from Storms!
Finally on the offensive, Storms rolls the Blazer over on his stomach and ratchets on one of the most deadly moves in game, a chin lock.
The crowd lets Storms now how they feel about his stall tactics.
“Bullshit”
“Bullshit”
“Bullshit”
The hate from the English faithful causes Storms to pin a knee in the small of the Blazer’s back, increasing the brutality of the hold. The Jew Blazer howls in pain, which in turn causes the crowd to chant his name.
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
The Blazer claws. He tries to summon all his strength. And his only reward is for Storms to loosen the hold and pull farther from the ring ropes. Storms drops two knees into the Blazer’s back and locks him a Camel Clutch.
The appearance of the hate move draws the ire of the crowd.
“Hunter Sucks”
“Hunter Sucks”
“Hunter Sucks”
Even with the hurricane of vitriol threatening to break his concentration, Hunter Storm continues to wear down the Jew Blazer. The hero is seemingly out of options marooned in the center of the ring. Keeping it kosher, the normally squeaky clean Blazer does the unthinkable, he bites Storms fingers and escapes….
….but only momentarily!
Storms stomps the holy Hades out of the Blazer for piercing his flesh. He grabs the Blazer by the hair and peppers his face with punches. He screams at the Blazer that he is a bitch. Then more punch and more insults. The boos rain down. The Blazer is in serious trouble. Then the chant.
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
“Jew….Blazer”
Maybe it is Storms injuries slowing him down or perhaps it is a good old fashioned comeback, but the punches no longer phase the Blazer. He eats one. Then another. He rises to his knees and fires a heart punch of his own. It connects and drives Storms back. The Blazer connects on one after the other, getting into a rhythm that has the crowd lathered into a frenzy. The Blazer whips Storms into the ropes and hits an awkward looking big boot. Storms doesn’t go down….
….but a discus heart punch does the trick….
….the Blazer hits the ropes….
Dreidel Drop and a cover!
1… 2…
3!
And the Blazer picks up a huge win over his rival!!
WINNER in 13:22: The Jew Blazer |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 21:06:52 GMT
"Rusty Halo" by The Script begins to play at the venue and the fans wait in anticipation to see who is coming out from behind the curtain, as they did not recognise the music as anyone's theme.
Moments later, Ace Watson steps out to a loud cheer from the crowd, who a good portion of had been at the show the day before in which Watson came so close to finally capturing the UKWF Broadcast Championship. They appreciated his efforts, and the work he had put in to try and win the title, and showed it through their cheers and applause as Ace made his way down the ring.
Once inside the ring, a microphone to his face, Ace Watson began to speak, causing the fans to quieten to make sure they could hear him.
Ace Watson: Thank you, thank you... And apologies for any confusion over the music, I've decided to return to the first ever proper entrance theme I ever had. It's called "Rusty Halo", and if you pay attention to some of the lyrics, specifically the chorus, you'll find its pretty perfect for me...
He pauses, and a smile that had been on his face until now straightened out.
Ace Watson: But what isn't perfect for me, and it brings me on to why I'm really out here... On Summer Fest Night One, LeVine "beat" me for the Broadcast Championship.
The crowd boo at the mention of his name.
Ace Watson: And I use the word "beat" lightly because that match ended in a way that was very much not how you should end a battle that has been going on for weeks and weeks. That match settled nothing, LeVine didn't prove he was better than me, all he proved was that he can have other people help him win.
They boo once again, frustrated that they weren't seeing the championship over the shoulder of their newly turned favourite wrestler. Well, one of them.
Ace Watson: Now for a while I felt deflated, I didn't want to campaign for yet another match against LeVine, I didn't want to take an opportunity at a title that has quite literally been up in the air for sometime. Until... I rewatched that ending and I got all fired up again. I am not accepting that result, not only because I know I can beat him, but because you all deserve a better conclusion to Marcus LeVine versus Ace Watson. And so, here I am, making my claim for one more shot at-
Ace is cut off by the sound of 'Break a Sweat' by Becky G, which announces the arrival of recently returned, outspoken superstar, Hazel Overton. The winner of the Free-for-All match in Night 1 is greeted by a chorus of boos, but seems less than bothered by this unfriendly reception, simply bringing the microphone to her lips and talking over the noise:
Hazel Overton: Boo-hoo-hoo. Cry me a river. Guess what, loser? You had three tries. THREE. BLEEPing. Tries. And you couldn't win that belt. So guess what? You're at the back of the line now. Somebody else has just jumped ahead of you. Somebody who's actually WON a match in the last month or so. In fact, someone who beat SEVEN other people to survive the Free-for-All street fight. And that someone..is me.
Boos begin to emanate from across the river, as at the announce table, Kerry speaks up:
Kerry: Well, she DOES have a point...
Ace himself attempts to respond to the incensed Hazel, but the controversial superstar just cuts him off again:
Hazel: Shut up, loser. I don't wanna hear it.
Then, turning towards the ramp, she adds:
Hazel: You hearing me, management? You hearing me, LeVine? I want a shot at this Broadcast title. I'm tired of sitting around getting looked over. I won that Free-for-All, and now I want my prize! And if I have to stomp this dork to get it, I will!
Hearing this, Ace begins to take off his shirt, as if preparing to fight Hazel right there and then. The crowd lights up at the prospect of a confrontation between the two, but before one can get under way, their exchange is interrupted by the martial tones of 'Rule Britannia', indicating the arrival of General Manager and part owner, James Kensington!
Baz: There we go...gaffer's gunna sort this out.
Indeed, that seems to be Mr. Kensington's intention, as he politely acknowledges the positive reaction from the crowd, but keeps his eyes trained on the fighters in the ring. When, a moment later, he speaks up, it is similarly to address them:
James Kensington: Miss Overton... Mr. Watson... Let me begin by congratulating you on an important win...
James nods towards Hazel, who is less than graceful in accepting the compliment.
James: ...and a well-fought match.
The crowd treat Watson to a round of applause, as he modestly makes a 'so-so' hand gesture. James briefly grins at this, as he continues:
James: Now, with that out of the way, I must inform you, I am in no way oblivious to your respective situations. Likewise, I do feel each of you makes a compelling point, even if one of you chooses to go about it less than politely...
A meaningful look towards Hazel, who glowers in response.
James: Nonetheless, even Miss Overton does make a valid point. Which is why I feel obliged to acknowledge it, and grant her her wish. As well as Mr. Watson's.
Hazel, who had started to beam, quickly goes to protest, but Kensington dismisses her with a brief yet authoritative hand gesture.
James: No, Miss Overton. I shall be granting you both your request. Two weeks from now, we shall have a Broadcast Championship bout between yourself, Mr. Watson, the Champion, Mr. LeVine, and someone else who has proven their mettle here tonight, and has been waiting for this opportunity for some time as well.
James grins, enjoying leaving his audience hanging from his every word, but does not take more than a moment to continue:
James: Indeed, in two weeks, our Broadcast Championship contest will be Hazel Overton...versus Ace Watson...versus Marcus LeVine...versus THE JEW BLAZER!!!
The crowd erupts as the fourth name in the match gets revealed, as Hazel fumes and glowers and Ace smirks. Mr. Kensington, on the other hand, simply turns around, leaving his athletes and the crowd to digest the information as he calmly retreats backstage.
Baz: Blimey! Big match just announced right there!
Kerry: Hmph! I can't say I see what that Blamer character has done to deserve the opportunity, personally...
Baz: Was you not payin' attention these past few months?
Kerry: No, dear. I only watch interesting matches.
Barry, perhaps wisely, chooses to ignore this, as the in-ring feed transitions to yet another video package, hyping the match ahead. |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 19, 2017 21:21:11 GMT
THERE WILL BE A MAIN EVENT HERE SHORTLY. STAY TUNED! |
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Post by UKWF on Jul 23, 2017 21:06:01 GMT
Before the bell, a video package quickly recaps the UK Championship bout between Blaise Fader and MJ Bell, which ended in an Arcane run-in, resulting in a self-appointed number one contender spot. The package then goes on to recap both women's ultimately losing battle against New Management, in particular Blaise's failed gambit from a few weeks prior, which saw her forced to join New Management. The stakes having clearly been laid out, the feed then transitions to the night's Main Event!
United Kingdom Championship: Arcane v MJ Bell[ (Special Guest Referee Stella Chalmers-Blythe / Blaise Fader at ringside) Right from the first bell, Arcane and Stella Chalmers-Blythe show how the course of this match is likely to go, as the challenger gets a blatant eye-rake on Bell that the co-owner, in the referee stripes, turns a blind eye to. This, in turn, allows Arcane to take Bell down with a clothesline, ahead of punishing her with a series of stomps. Boos drift down from across the water as Stella does absolutely nothing to prevent this situation, instead checking the firmness of the corner turnbuckles. Arcane, predictably, is more than happy to continue wearing down the reigning Champion for another long moment before bringing her up to her feet once more and draping her over his shoulders for a quick snap powerslam. He follows this up with a few more stomps – still not sanctioned by Stella – before dropping down for an early cover. The part-owner drops down herself, and quickly counts the pin!ONETWOTH------NO!! Shoulder up by Bell!The crowd cheer – and Stella eye-rolls – as the relatively fresh UK Champion escapes the trap set for her by her opponents. Arcane, however, seems far less concerned about this turn of events than his superior, and simply picks MJ up again, ahead of applying a vicious backhand slap, which sends the UK Champion reeling. Arcane quickly connects with another big running clothesline, before beginning to stomp his grounded opponent once again!The boos grow even louder as Stella Chalmers-Blythe suddenly becomes distracted with fixing a turnbuckle pad, though it is debatable whether it was ever even loose. Arcane sees this as the perfect opportunity to bring MJ Bell up and dig his thumbs into her eyes, causing her to cry out in pain. The UK Champion flails wildly, hitting nothing, whilst the challenger mockingly and over-theatrically sidesteps the non-connecting attacks, openly mocking the blonde. The crowd once again make a point of showing their disapproval for this, but Arcane effectively manages to shut off the booing as he steps forward and trips MJ Bell, causing her to fall face-first onto the mat. Then, displaying lightning quickness, he performs a curb stomp, which connects with the back of Bell's head with a sickening 'crunch'! He then turns the Champion over and advances for another lightning-quick pin count!ONETWOTH------NO!!! MJ shrugs up her shoulder!This time – much to the fans' displeasure – it appears as though Stella is simply going to count the pin. However, it appears even she and Arcane realise that would appear a touch conspicuous, and it is the challenger himself who shrugs off the setback and endeavours to continue with what passes for a match instead. With that in mind, he once again picks MJ up and shoots her towards the ropes, following closely behind and launching into a roundhouse kick------WHICH THE UK CHAMPION DODGES!!Realising what has happened, and seeing that Stella Chalmers-Blythe has stepped into the direct trajectory of his kick, Arcane makes an effort to pump his own brakes and stop the kick. Somehow, he manages to do just that, managing to safely pull his kick before it hits his boss...….who dramatically throws herself onto the mat regardless!!Flummoxed by this, Arcane stands paralysed for a moment, clearly wondering whether his kick has actually connected despite his best efforts. After a moment, however, a lightbulb seems to go off somewhere in his brain, as he understands Stella's intent in playing dead and turns around to face his opponent......only to find her attempting to mount a retaliation, by way of a series of punches!!The crowd comes alive right along with MJ Bell, as she attempts to fight the massive odds stacked against her in this match. Each punch from the reigning Champion is met with a whoop of delight, and as each connects, Arcane finds himself a little closer to the ropes, and a little further from the advantage his associate has created for him with the fake knock-out dive.As such, and with his associate still doing a convincing job of pretending to be out cold, the challenger realises he has to take matters into his own hands. To that effect, he once again digs his fingers into MJ's eyes, raking them for good measure, before connecting with a headbutt! This combination successfully rocks MJ, and when Arcane adds a second headbutt for good measure, the UK Champion is sent reeling across the mat. The upper hand successfully regained, the challenger does not waste another second, springing forward and nailing MJ with a roundhouse kick. Stella Chalmers-Blythe has perhaps the fastest knock-out recovery in recorded history, and springs to her feet as her associate covers. She slides in, and carries out another incredibly fast count!ONETWOTHREE!!!
WINNER in 07:23 and NEW UK Champion: Arcane??? NO!!!! KICKOUT BY MJ BELL AT THE LAST SECOND!!The Scarborough Open Air Theatre erupts as the Champion instinctively lifts her shoulder at the last possible second!! An incredulous Arcane promptly leaps to his feet to get in the referee's face, accusing him of having done a slow count. This, naturally, immediately brings boos from the fans in attendance, who feel – perhaps rightly – that the count was perfectly standard, and the merit for the match continuing should go to the UK Champion. This opinion is, quite obviously, shared by the referee, who typically sticks to his guns, and tells Arcane it was only a two-count, and that he did not slow down his counting speed at all. The former New Management Enforcer, however, is not so convinced, and continues to give the referee a piece of his mind...….right up until MJ pulls him into a rollup!! The crowd explodes as the referee slides in...ONE!TWO!NO!!! Arcane is livid as he kicks out, as much at MJ as himself. He promptly rolls through to his feet...only to find the UK Champion launching into yet another Yakuza Kick attempt! Arcane quickly dives out of the way.......and MJ Bell hits the referee!The crowd gasps as they realise what has happened, and the United Kingdom Champion herself freezes in place for a moment, the camera catching the moment her expression takes on a distinct look of concern – if not outright fear. This time, it takes all of Bell's courage and fortitude to turn around and face Arcane...….just in time to dodge a running clothesline!Realising his attack was dodged, the challenger spins around......only to get caught in yet another hurricanrana by MJ Bell!!Rather than cheers, however, Arcane's progress across the mat is met with a surprising round of booing from across the water. This is, of course, not directed at MJ Bell, but at the figure who, the moment the referee was knocked out, has come rushing down the ramp, steel chair in hand – none other than the original referee for the match, Stella Chalmers-Blythe!The next few moments appear to move in slow motion, as a slender figure in a Guy Fawkes mask jumps the rail, dodges security, and attempts to intercept the UKWF part owner. Stella's face contorts in apprehension, but before the intruder can do any damage, Blaise Fader – who, until then, had been watching the match motionless, listless and apparently comatose – rushes forward, knocking into the masked figure and halting her progress!As the two begin to brawl on the ramp, Stella – her coast now once again clear – finishes the descent and slides a chair into the ring. When, a moment later, Arcane hits the mat as the result of the hurricanrana, he finds himself lying inches away from a conveniently placed weapon, courtesy of his boss!Knowing exactly what to do, the challenger promptly grabs it and holds it above his head – just in time to block the incoming Burning Mage kick from MJ Bell! Surprised at making contact with steel rather than flesh, the Champion gets caught off-balance and falls over onto the mat – giving Arcane just the opening he needs!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!The sound of steel hitting flesh with increasing regularity and force is almost – but not quite – drowned by the boos of the crowd. Arcane, however, remains indifferent to them, simply tossing aside the steel chair and blowing Stella a kiss. The part-owner blows one back, with a flirty wink, as the challenger roughly shakes the referee awake, attempting to revive him. Then – as the official finally stirs – he crawls on top of MJ Bell's limp body. His senses still barely regained, the man in the stripes crawls over and counts...ONE!TWO!THREE1And yet another new Champion gets crowned!WINNER in 21:33 and NEW UKWF Champion: Arcane[/div] The boos from the crowd as Arcane leaps to his feet are deafening, but the newly crowned Champion could evidently not care less. In fact, he does not so much as acknowledge the fans as he exits the ring and walks over to Stella, planting a kiss on her lips. Stella returns it, and the two lock lips for a long moment, much to the disapproval of the crowd.
Their romantic moment done with, Stella points at the discarded steel chair, ordering Arcane to retrieve it. The new UK Champion promptly does – taking hold of his belt along the way – and brings it back to Stella, who takes it from him. The part-owner then walks over to where Blaise and the Guy Fawkes intruder are still brawling. As Blaise manages to create separation for a moment, Stella then shoves the chair into her hand, ordering her to hit the masked figure with it. Blaise attempts to object, but Stella reminds her of the bargain she struck with management, and – her hands tied – the woman who the dethroned Champion beat for her belt lifts the chair high in the air, aiming it at the masked figure...
….before dropping it on the floor and turning away.
Stella once again begins to yell, reminding Blaise of her duties, but Fader seems to suddenly have stopped hearing her superior. Instead, she pushes past her, making her way back towards the ramp. The camera closes up on a livid Stella as she vociferously berates the woman she calls her 'slave'...
….before suddenly crumpling to the mat!!!
The crowd roar as the figure in the Guy Fawkes costume lands a single, hard steel chair blow to the back of the part-owner's head, knocking her down. Arcane, who has seen this coming, rushes in to save his beloved Stella, but is just a moment too late; the New Management boss falls down, unconscious, and Arcane gets blasted with the chair himself, landing directly beside her on the hard stage floor!
Then, as the new Champion hits the ground, the newcomer removes their mask, revealing their true identity – JULIET BLACK has returned to UKWF!
The sound from across the water becomes deafening as the Irishwoman raises a hand to the crowd, before leaning in and spitting on each of her foes in turn!
It is on a close-up shot of Juliet yelling out in victory to the fans across the water that Summerfest comes, finally, to a close. |
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