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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 19:36:16 GMT
At the usual time, on the usual streaming website, those who do not have a date – or whose date night consists of watching wrestling online – are greeted by the familiar, harsh tones of The Rezillos' 'Somebody's Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight'. This, of course, heralds the start of another UKWF broadcast – as does, a moment later, the usual quick-fire montage of some of the company's many well-known stars performing their signature moves. The end, as ever, comes with a title card for the week's event: UKWF LOVE HURTS From here, the feed cuts to the inside of the Kentish Town Forum – a more formal sort of venue than usual for the company, with plush seats and an air of decadent elegance. This, however, does not at all seem to deter the gaggle of rabid fans which fill around three-quarters of the 2,300-seat arena, and who are as vocal as ever. They have also brought along the usual amount of signs, and the camera duly picks out the best among them: BACK IN BLACK (with a picture of Juliet) REACH FOR THE SKY-LYNN #JEWCHAMANIA YO JOE (with a picture of Joe Stanton) A moment later, the camera shifts to the announce table, where the same two familiar faces as ever wait to greet us. Kerry Buckingham: Good evening, and welcome to UKWF Love Hurts. I am Kerry Buckingham, and I should not even be here. I have a date! Barry Jones: An' I'm Baz Jones, an' I 'ave a date meself. But she said she was good to wait 'til after...an' just as well, 'cos I weren't about ter miss this! Kerry: ...you have odd priorities, darling... Baz: Com'on, Kerr! Juliet an' the other lass goin' at it f'r the big 'un? The Greek gel an' Adam Stryker? That bloke the Blazer defendin' his gold? Crackin' card, this is! Kerry: Still not worth skipping a date for, though... Baz: Well, I reckon 'tis! Kerry: We shall agree to disagree, then... Baz: Fair enough... With nothing left to say, the two lapse into silence for a long moment, simply waiting for the first superstar to emerge through the curtain. And they do not have to wait for long, as only a few moments after the amicable dispute was settled, a theme song brings the Forum crowd to its feet... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 19:40:17 GMT
As the opening of Echoes by The Rapture kicks in, the fans rise to their feet and begin acting like they're at some rock concert, as emerging from the back is Wayne Williams. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, Wayne runs his fingers through his hair, looking like a mad man as he grins, roaring to the audience, who roar back at him.
He begins his descent down to the ring, running down the ramp and high-fiving a few fans on his way to the ring, hoping onto the ring apron and latching onto the ropes, shaking the ropes as reacts to his theme song, a smile embedded on his face whilst he does so. He turns to the audience, throwing his arms up into the air before entering the ring. He grabs a microphone from one of the crew outside and walks towards the center of the ring, asking if he's music can be turned down.
Wayne Williams: Oi, Oi!
"OI OI!"
Wayne Williams: I said... Oi, Oi!
"OI OI!"
Wayne Williams: That's better! Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls - I know you know who I am. Hell, I've been tearing up in the UK scene that it's impossible not to know who I am. But I know that there's some guys and gals in the back there, who don't know who I am. And that's fine, they're coming from all over the world and probably haven't even bothered to 'ave a look at what's goin' on in the UK scene right now. So this is, a reintroduction of sorts and an introduction to those in the back who are wonderin', who the fuck is the kid standing in the middle of the ring right now!
He takes time to compose himself before bringing the microphone back to his lips.
Wayne Williams: My name is Wayne Williams and I am the number one premier wrestler on this fuckin' roster! Don't believe me? Then I challenge any one of ya, to come down here and test me out and I'll show you why they call me "The Premier" Wayne Williams. I'll show you why it's inevitable, that in due time I'll be at the tippy top of this promotion! I'll show you why that there's no stopping me and there's nothing that anyone can do about it!
"OI, OI! - OI, OI! - OI, OI!"
"OI, OI! - OI, OI! - OI, OI!"
Wayne Williams: So... who's brave enough to come down here and give me a FIGHT!
As it turns out, the youth does not have to wait for very long, as mere moments after he has issued his challenge, a theme song starts up on the arena speakers, indicating someone has accepted it. A moment later, the respondent herself - a young brunette - comes out onto the ramp, accompanied by an older, red-headed woman. Most of the crowd respond with puzzlement, but a section of the fans give a cheer as they recognise independent journeywoman Molly Cyrus!! Williams himself wears a satisfied expression on his features as the youngster slides into the ring and holds out a hand in front of her. One handshake later, the bell rings, and the impromptu opening match of Love Hurts gets under way!
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 19:42:42 GMT
Wayne Williams v Molly Cyrus
Ding, ding, ding. This surprise open challenge match is now underway! Molly rushes in to start things off, jumping high into the air and throwing out a forearm. She follows this up by going across the ring with the speed of a cheetah on Adderall, lifting both feet with a running front dropkick. This sends her opponent through the ropes to the floor, but Wayne is still on his feet. Molly foregoes running to the ropes, content to just do a standing leap to the top rope and flip off with a senton higher than Willie Nelson on the Fourth of July. It was an amazing leap, and it got the fans on their feet for sure!
Only problem is, Wayne was able to avoid the move. And now Molly is clear in the front row. There is no crowd surfing here - the crowd was knocked down like drunk dominos. We are thirty seconds into this match and Molly is in danger of being counted out. Not only does she have to recover from the missed dive, but she must clear the railing and enter the ring. Wayne is already back in the ring, looking down upon his challenger. The count is halfway, and Molly is just now to the railing. Ariel Shadows has made her way to Molly, and the count is winding down. Without warning, Molly grabs Ariel's wrist...and jumps onto her shoulders!
Ariel, taken by surprise, stumbles towards the ring. Molly is a hair away from being counted out...just as Ariel dumps her into the ropes! Molly hangs onto the ropes...and makes it back into the ring! Ariel steadies herself with the ring apron, looking up as the crowd applauds Molly's unique way of re-entering the ring!
Wayne even gives her a nod of respect, but his stance reminds everyone that there is still a wrestling match to take place. Molly meets him and the two tie up. Molly quickly goes behind Wayne in a rear waistlock, but Wayne turns it around quickly into an arm ringer. Molly is able to get this around into an arm ringer of her own, but Wayne wastes zero time re-applying the hold himself. He pulls Molly in, driving her down with a belly to back suplex that looked more like Wayne wanted to use Molly's head to hammer in a nail. Wayne turns, hooking the leg for a pinfall. Molly somehow kicks out on two and a half.
Wayne Williams has slowed Molly Cyrus' breakneck pace, but isn't going to just crawl through the match. Wayne brings Molly back up, sendng her off the ropes. Molly is spun around in the air and brought down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. With her still sat up on the mat, Wayne throws a dropkick into her back to further zero in on his target. Molly rolls onto her stomach, exposing her back to an incoming Wayne.
Molly rolls away, Wayne's kneedrop missing by only inches. Scrambling to her feet, Molly attempts to zero in on a kneeling Wayne Williams with a headscissor takedown. Wayne easily slips his head out, but Molly uses momentum to roll through and back to her feet again. With Wayne now standing, Molly surpsingly tries the move again. This time, she finds success. Wayne is now on the defensive, and has little time to react to a spinning back kick that connects with his chest, sending him into the corner.
Molly Cyrus takes a moment to shuffle her feet, preparing to run in corner to corner. The crowd gets ready, and they get their wish. Molly leaps with a third of the way to go, turning in the air, and slams straight into Wayne Williams with a flying butt thump that pushes her right back out into the ring - and leaves Wayne to stumble out and fall to the mat!
Molly rolls Wayne over onto his back, pointing towards the top rope. She grabs onto the top ropes at the buckles, jumping up and turning to face Wayne. Many are expecting the Wrecking Ball seated senton, which Molly signals for by making the motion of holding the chain. (That actually got a decent cheer, believe it or not.)
What they get is a perfectly executed Shooting Star Senton.
That Wayne Williams barely avoids by centimeters.
"FUUUUCCK!" The crowd yells out right along with Molly. Molly holds her back, laying flat on her face. Wayne goes towards her, pulling her up with a front face lock of sorts. Wayne is able to spin Molly around with little resistance, locking her into a half nelson.
She goes up...and back down.
Wayne bridges for the pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
and the Cradle To The Grave suplex is enough, coupled with Molly's error, for him to get a three count and to prevail in his open challenge contest!
WINNER in 06:34: Wayne Williams
Wayne offer Molly a handshake and some help up, which she accepts. Molly quietly exits the ring after some words are privately exchanged between the two, which Molly nods to. Wayne Williams, now alone in the ring, celebrates with his hand being raised and the crowd showing their support. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 19:49:57 GMT
As Williams has his hand raised in victory, the feed cuts to a pre-recorded vignette, somewhere in the Arizona desert. A female voice is heard.
Woman: Kelly can we stop, we’ve been doing this for seven hours.
Woman 2 Yeah, I’m tired.
The scene opens with Kelly and the Alexander twins standing by a makeshift obstacle course.
Kelly: And that your fucking problem, your keep getting tired, you can dance around a stage and take your clothes off for hours, but you can’t run a simple obstacle course.
Jamie: Its two completely different things.
Jessie: Yeah. Your a damn freak of nature Kelly, I don’t know how you do it.
Kelly: Well for one thing I don’t constantly complain about being tired, I suck it up. Now we're gonna do it again, and try and keep up.
They begin to run the course and the twins quit before the first obstacle, kelly runs the course and walks back completely pissed.
Kelly: Okay fuck it quit, I'll wrestle the dogs of war by myself.
Jamie: Jesus, calm the fuck down.
Kelly: Everyone look at us a laughing stock, you think anyone is giving us a chance against the dog of war, no, everyone is expecting them to just run through us, I’m not gonna let that happen, you two I’m not so sure about.
Jessie: You think we don’t want to win this match, we need this more than anyone, so whether you think it or not, we want to kick the dogs of war’s ass, and prove that were a team to be taken serious.
Kelly: Okay, so how about you give me one last honest run on the course and I’ll get off your back.
Alison steps out of the car, her expensive heels sinking into the sand.
Alison: You're still at this, for christ’s sakes.
Jamie: Yeah were about done here.
Kelly and the twins run the course one last time. They take a sip of water and lean against Kelly’s El Ranchero.
Kelly: So history was made, The Master sisters secured tag gold for the second time, were we impressed, not really.
Jessie: Sure you can brag about that, but people can brag about a lot of things doesn’t make you better than anyone else, and trust me when I say this when Jamie and I get a shot at the tag title you will be former champions.
Jamie: but will burn that bridge to the ground when the time arises, but first we have to beat three overrated dogs, yeah you guys have had success all over the world but that means shit to us, it's what you do at Love Hurts that matters, and trust me the three of us are easy on the eyes, but don’t let that fool you, Kelly as been training us like animals, and were ready to put down three dogs of war.
Kelly: Everyone has always underestimated me, and every time I’ve proved them wrong, I proved it in the battle royal last week and I’ll prove it this week, and along side my fellow D.O.D sisters we’ll beat you three guys, put you down like the old dogs that you are.
Team D.O.D fist pump and the scene fades. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 19:52:55 GMT
Ashley Williams v Talia Areano v Nora Diamond v Crystal Millar The opening shot of the match sees Nora swing at Talia, who ducks underneath the shot and hits the ropes and so Nora swings at Ashley, who also ducks and runs the ropes which prompts Crystal to too! All going in different directions, Nora can't decide which one to keep her eyes on till Crystal comes back with an armdrag that takes her off of her feet. Talia catches Millar with a headscissors and right as she pops up Ashley delivers a particularly wicked sounding dropkick to her chin that pushes Talia back into the nearby turnbuckle!
Ashley runs in with a full head of steam only for Nora to intersect and SLAM her down with an STO!
Talia dashes out of the corner and hits a leg lariat to the back of Nora's head, sending her stumbling right into a hurricanrana from Crystal! When Crystal gets up to a knee Talia's right there with a DDT she spikes her on! Kipping up to her feet, Talia plays to the crowd that's getting ballistic over the fast paced action. It doesn't stop either because she turns around into a satellite headscissors from Ashley that sends her under the ropes.
Running at the rising Crystal to perform a hurricanrana Crystal counters it into a powerbomb that PLANTS Ashley onto the mat with authority! Stumbling off the impact of the maneuver herself, Crystal is caught off guard by the big shoulder tackle that Nora delivers! As if she has eyes in the back of her head she senses Talia running at her and turns on a dime to hit a nasty rotating spinebuster to slam Talia onto Crystal! Looking around, she notices Ashley is trying to use the ropes to get up and so she foregoes continuing her assault to walk over and grab her by the hair.
She messes around trying to set-up a russian leg sweep, which affords Ashley all the time she needs to gather her wits about her and elbow the tar out of Nora's face before hooking her head and making a run for the nearby corner! IT CAME FROM MONMOUTH COUNTY! The Shiranui connects and Williams noticeably thinks about going for the cover till she sees Talia running straight at her! Instinctively she ducks the incoming blow and backdrops Talia out onto the apron, spinning around she narrowly dodges another blow from her and she hits a cutter onto the top rope to send Talia falling to the ringside floor!
Sighing with relief maybe a little too early though because the moment she turns around Crystal hits a tilt-a-whirl DDT on her! Crystal is trying to get up when Nora is doing the same and Nora spears her practically out of her wrestling boots! Looking between Ashley and Crystal Nora opts to try to pin Ashley, only getting a two count for it. She immediately rolls over onto Crystal and hooks the leg, hoping for maybe a pinfall victory here but also only getting a two count! All three women are huffing and puffing on the mat, staring up at the lights, none of them seemingly able to get up quite yet.
It's Crystal that's first to start moving, though Nora isn't far behind her and she comes at her only to eat Flashing Lights! The kick connects flush and Nora drops to the mat in a heap, letting Crystal take a quick breather after everything. Or not, because Ashley hooks Crystal's leg and rolls her up into a schoolgirl! Two count only before the kick out! Millar runs at Ashley but she manages to catch her with a drop toe hold that slams her face first into the mat!
On shaky legs both women are getting up, their eyes so locked on one another they don't notice Talia on the apron till she springboards in and hits a plancha on both ladies! All three tumble to the mat and Talia & Ashley rise, Ashley grabbing Talia by the head and trying to run her straight into the second ICFMC of the night but Talia backdrop suplexs her way out of that position! Again both are getting up when it's now Talia that grabs Ashley and runs her into the corner for her own variant, Slice of Heaven! She pins after hitting the maneuver and the referee counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Talia pops up and the fans pop for the victory, the official raising her arm in victory before letting Talia celebrate her big win.
WINNER in 07:45: Talia Areano |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:03:03 GMT
The Aurora Corp. logo flashed in the tron followed by the words “Building Perfection” right before “I’ve Seen Footage” by Death Grips started and caused a familiar echo of boos.
The Master Family’s established announcer, Katherine, appeared in the entrance.
Katherine: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to introduce your very first two-time, yes, TWO time,United! Kingdom! Wrestling! Federation! Tag! Team! Champions! The Master Family!
As soon as she finishes Aurora appears, carrying the two titles on her shoulders, right behind her is her two sisters, Carnival and Moonlight and behind them the new elements of the stable, Eloria, Green and Stargazer. They made their way to the ring, avoiding anything the hating crowd would throw at them.
In the ring, Aurora took a moment ro raise the titles over her head and bask in the negative reaction it caused, then she gave them to her sisters and took a microphone from her pocket.
Aurora: You know, I thought this moment would never be. We grabbed these titles back in December of 2016, more than one year ago, back when you hypocrites still cheered Gaia. Hell, that was the catalyst for her to stop giving a fuck about you assholes. But back to us, yeah? Yeah! See, we told you that we would hang on to these until either we left the company or the company itself crumbled down. And that’s exactly what we did, and now that the company is finally back in form we returned to continue our reign and let you know that nothing really changed. We’re still the dominant force in here, we’re still the champions and this show is still about us!
Aurora smirks and throws her microphone into Eloria’s hands, who catches it gracefully. There’s a moment of stillness. Her pale skin and white hair contrasted with her bright red eyes, staring at the audience. But that moment was broken when Carnival took the microphone from her hands.
Carnival: Sorry, that was for me. I wanna say something cuz I know y’all gonna be like “Oh! It’s all cuz ya beautiful, sexy, skillful, cool, nice, pink, cute, blu…”
Eloria cuts Carnival off by covering her microphone, which causes a positive reaction from the crowd that leaves her a bit confused.
Carnival: Yeah, they like it when people shut us up. But as I was saying, y’all be thinking that we won cuz I started chair shooting people like it was Christmas at the Masters’ House! And while that may have happened I want all your attention redirected to my lawyer which will be presenting our case here today.
Carnival hands the microphone to the small masked wrestler at her side.
Carnival: OBJECTION! Lawyer Stargazer here to tell you all that you’re super mega duper wrong! You see, Carny’s nice! She points to Carnival, who does her best to make some, actually convincing puppy eyes.
Stargazer: She did what she did for a reason. She did it because those Misters Bad Guys were actually the ones who brought the chairs to the match first! It was all in self defense! All 37 chair shots!
Aurora: And there you go! The point is, I don’t think you lot should trust those guys. Just between you and me, I don’t think they’ve been playing totally by the rules lately… Maybe they’re learning something with the champs here. The Master Family! Corrupting people since 2014! Either way, I would really keep an eye on them if I were you!
Apparently done with their speech, the Masters lay down their microphones and prepare to exit the ring.
And this is when the attack happens.
Before the Tag Team Champions or any of the members of their Family can so much as take one step towards the apron, three figures leap out from the crowd, chairs already in hand. The roar of the fans alerts the Family, but the Dogs of War are quicker, taking out the closest Family members before making their way towards the centre of the circle. Aurora gets a chair to the head from Tiger Mask Red, and Carnival is not quick enough to stop Chris Constantine from swinging one at her. Mark Storm, however, draws the short straw, as he finds himself having to contend with the biggest of the Sisters, Moonlight. The blonde forcibly yanks the chair from his grasp, tossing it aside angrily as she steps forward to deal with Mark in her own way.
Your Hero and Mine is saved, however, by Tiger Mask, who creeps up from behind and whacks Moonlight with the chair. The blow rocks, but does not fall the Master Sister, but it has an effect nonetheless – namely, to make Moonlight turn her attention towards Tiger.
This is all the incentive Jack Tillman needs to step forward himself and hand Mark's chair back to him. The two then work together, swinging their foreign objects at the hulking Master Sister in unison. And while one chair shot may not be enough to take Moonlight down, two prove too much for the biggest of the Sisters, who finally crumples onto the mat.
Seeing the blonde finally topple to the floor, all three Dogs throw their arms in the air, briefly slapping hands in a high-five. Then, and after directing a few choice words at their fallen opponents, they take a moment to simply stand in the centre of the ring, soaking in the crowd's mixed reaction to their actions. Then, their mission complete, they coolly head towards the entrance ramp and the backstage area, leaving a frenzied Forum to react to what just happened. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:05:52 GMT
UKWF Broadcast Championship: The Jew Blazer (c) v Hazel Overton
The match begins with Hazel wanting to prove she is more than a mere backup challenger, and taking the match to The Jew Blazer. Despite being smaller and lighter than her opponent, 'Bitch Hazel' uses her vast reserves of pent-up aggression to create some difficulties for Goldstein, who does not foresee the lightning-quick flurry of offence and is therefore backed into a corner by it.
This period of the match sees Hazel retain the upper hand for a solid few minutes, after her initial flurry of strikes catches her opponent by surprise. With the Broadcast Champion backed into a corner, Hazel continues to deliver punches to the Blazer's face, progressively wearing him down and putting him more and more out of it. Then, once she has made her opponent suitably woozy, she connects with her trademark sit-out facebuster, further wearing down the Broadcast Champion!
Knowing there is no point in pinning Goldstein so close to the ropes, however, she chooses instead to bring her opponent back up to his feet and once again pin him against the post. Then, taking a step forward, she connects with a snap suplex, tossing the Semitic Superstar out of the corner for the first time since the beginning of the match. Seeing his chance, Goldstein quickly scrambles to his feet, but Overton is once again quickest, running in and taking the Broadcast Champion back down with the crucifix headscissors manoeuvre she calls the Overstock! The Blazer is thrown across once more, and Hazel promptly steps in again, stalking her opponent. Then, as a woozy Goldstein makes his way back up to his feet, she once again moves quickly, trapping his arm and delivering her snap rolling neckbreaker! The Blazer falls back-first onto the mat, and Overton covers!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Kickout by the Blazer!
Despite her obvious frustration at not being able to put her opponent down – which she is quick and vehement in expressing – Overton knows better than to let go of her upper hand. As such, she forcibly pulls herself together in time to pick her opponent up and bring him to his feet once more. She flings the Blazer towards the ropes, then meets him on the rebound with a dropkick, which staggers him. Seeing her chance, Hazel scrambles back to her feet as quickly as she can, and rushes in with her In A Haze superkick, looking to end it.
Goldstein is, however, just lucid enough to sense the incoming blow, and promptly dives out of its way. Overton therefore connects with nothing but open air, and sees herself forced to pump her own brakes, turn around to face her opponent once more, and start over.
Before she has the chance, however, she finds herself being pulled down into an armdrag by the quick-moving Blazer! Having seemingly regained full use of his faculties, the Broadcast Champion is quick to connect with another armdrag, then a third, at which point he finally lets go, sending Overton tumbling across the match. 'Bitch Hazel' makes her way back to her feet quickly, attempting to regain her lost momentum, but the Blazer displays his impressive agility and speed once more, catching her with a running bulldog just as she makes her way to her feet! He turns her over and goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
--but Hazel kicks out angrily, proving she is far from defeated just yet!
Goldstein does not, however, seem too bothered by his opponent's resilience, simply rolling back through to his feet and waiting for Overton to do the same. Then, as she pulls herself up to a vertical position, he slips in behind her and connects with his trademark reverse hurricanrana, the Hannukanrana! Hazel goes flying overhead once again as the Broadcast Champion rolls through to his feet and rushes in, ready to knock his opponent down with a big crossbody as she stands up.
This time, however, Overton sees it coming and dodges, sidestepping the oncoming Blazer and tripping him up with a Russian leg sweep instead. The Maccabean Marvel is quick to roll through to his feet, however, and as Hazel rushes in to capitalise on her regain momentum, reverses it once again, dropping her with a big hip toss! He then takes off running towards the nearest set of ropes, springboarding off them to connect with a beautiful moonsault! He hooks the leg, and executes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Hazel kicks out again!
Once more, however, the Blazer does not seem particularly bothered by his opponent kicking out. He does not even attempt to bring her up to her feet, instead backing up to the corner and holding one arm up in the air. Knowing what is coming, the crowd give a huge cheer as Hazel pulls herself up once more, and the Maccabee Marvel takes off running, looking to end it with the Chutzpah Boot...
...only for Overton to dodge!!!
Indeed, 'Bitch Hazel' manages to keep herself in the match with a last-minute Russian leg sweep, taking the legs out from underneath the Blazer. This buys her a few seconds in which to regain her bearings, before turning around to face the Broadcast Champion once more...
...and getting sent sprawling across the ring by a headscissors takedown!
Caught unaware, the challenger is unable to stop her momentum, and goes sprawling onto the ropes. She finds herself draped over the second rope, but barely has a chance to register where she is, as her opponent quickly capitlises on the situation, swinging around the corner post to connect with a tiger feint kick! Then, as Hazel falls back-first onto the mat, the Maccabee Marvel steadies himself on the apron, taking a moment to acknowledge the raucous reaction coming down from the crowd. Then, as his opponent regains her bearings and pushes herself back to a vertical position, he flings himself onto the top rope, before launching off with a springboard dragonrana, to complete The 718! Hazel finds herself dragged back down, and her shoulders pinned against the mat, as the Blazer holds on for a rollup pin! The referee slides in and counts...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the Jew Blazer overcomes his first challenge as Broadcast Champion!
WINNER in 9:17 and STILL UKWF Broadcast Champion: 'The Jew Blazer' Josh Goldstein
As he rolls to his feet following the pin, the Broadcast Champion seems wary of his still very much lucid opponent, giving her a wide berth and throwing her a number of side-glances as he is handed his belt and holds it up to the crowd. Surprisingly, however, Overton makes no attempt at attacking or otherwise disrupting the celebration, simply stalking off and making her way back up the ramp, in a huff.
The Blazer's celebration does, however, get crashed, albeit by a different wrestler altogether. Emerging from somewhere in the backstage area, and armed with a walking crutch, the figure slides in behind the unsuspecting Blazer and the match referee and promptly lays them both out with the help of the foreign object. Caught completely by surprise, neither man puts up any resistance, both simply tumbling onto the mat, unconscious.
The attacker, however, is not yet done. Smiling wickedly from ear to ear, he steps into the ring, over the two inert bodies, and looks down at the prize the Jew Blazer dropped as he fell. Then, without a second thought, he bends over and picks it up, slinging it over his own shoulder as he steps out of the ring and pelts towards the nearest entrance.
As the thief attempts to escape, ringside security step in to try and intercept him. The man, however, begins to wildly swing his crutch, managing to connect with nearby guards while doing enough to deter the rest. In this manner, he is able to buy himself just enough time to slink down the nearest exit, with the guards still in hot pursuit. The baffled crowd are left to reflect on what happened, as the feed cuts to a camera stationed outside the arena... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:06:18 GMT
The feed shifts to the outside of the Forum, to see the belt thief still being chased by security, as well as several ring technicians and UKWF's backup referee. The intruder manages, however, to stay just a step ahead of his pursuers – due in no small part to his skill wielding the crutch in his grasp –which explains why the chase has lasted all the way onto the street.
As the outside cameraman zooms in on the action, the pursued purloiner runs towards a motorcycle parked on the pavement, a few yards from the arena door. A police officer is seen writing up a note as he prepares to clamp the vehicle, but the thief puts an end to that by kicking the bobby in the chest, pushing him into a seated position and causing him to let go of the clamp. As the restraining device falls on the pavement, harmless, the thief leaps onto the motorbike, kicking off the rest stand as he pushes the key into the ignition. Then, as security personnel catch up to him, he delights in revving the vehicle at just the right moment to blow smoke onto their faces, before screeching off, letting out a whoop of joy as he holds up his stolen possession.. As the camera pans back, a furious and worried-looking Liz Kensington is seen stepping out onto the street to join the security guards, the fallen bobby and the rest of the pursuers, who have been left powerless to do anything but see the thief speed away into the night, his intent accomplished.
Hammerstein has just stolen the UKWF Broadcast Championship. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:09:42 GMT
As the live crowd recovers from the shocking occurrence, the feed cuts to a pre-taped segment, filmed in what appears to be a hotel room somewhere. Fan-favourites Neal Durden and Lowri Moss – collectively known as Pendragon – stand next to each other, facing the camera, and elicit a warm response from the crowd as they presumably appear on the arena's large screen. Neal Durden is the first to bring a microphone to his lips, addressing both the crowd in attendance and viewers at home:
Neal Durden: Hello, UKWF. You know who we are. And we have some things to say. So let's get right to it, shall we?
A short reaction indicates the crowd's approval, as Neal continues:
Neal Durden: Now, I know a lot of you noticed that we weren't at the anniversary show. We both know. We saw the messages. And trust us, it wasn't because we didn't want to. Things just didn't work out.
Neal's expression darkens momentarily, but soon reverts back to a calm and confident grin as he continues:
Neal Durden: And you may have noticed we are not there this evening, either. Again, there is a reason for that. And this time, most of you will know what it is – me an' Lowri here are on a wrestling tour of Europe!
At the mention of her name, Lowri Moss steps forth for the first time, nodding and smiling as she picks up where her partner left off:
Lowri Moss: That's right – and we miss you lot loads!
Another very positive reaction emanates from the crowd at this, as the youngster continues:
Lowri Moss: Rest assured, though – we have not left UKWF. Not by a long shot. We will be back in Britain soon. And when we do...we know what we're going to be aiming for.
It is Neal's turn to nod as he once again picks up the speech:
Neal Durden: That's right. There's something in UKWF that has been escaping us for a while, and it's about time we put things right.
Lowri nods once more as her partner leans into the camera and continues:
Neal Durden: So Masters...Dogs of War...whoever else. Be ready. Be ready...for the return...of PENDRAGON.
It is on these words, and with both youngsters giving the camera confident looks, that the feed returns to ringside. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:10:44 GMT
The Dogs of War v The Divas of Dominance
This match never has a chance to begin, as the Dogs of War are surprised by the Master Family as they make their entrance. Laying in ambush by the entrance ramp, the Tag Team Champions and their entourage combine strength in numbers with the element of surprise to get the upper hand on Storm, Tillman, and Tiger Mask Red, and obtain retribution for their actions from earlier in the night. Before any of the Dogs of War can so much as get a grip on what is happening, the entire group of Masters is upon them, wielding chairs and lead pipes. It does not therefore take very long until all three members of the group are lying on the entrance ramp, knocked out, with their opponents standing victorious over them.
The likelihood of a match having dramatically decreased, the referee is just as quick to call for the bell, effectively ending the match before it can begin.
Result: No-Contest
The Dogs of War are not the only party affected by the Sisters' surprise attack, however; having had a match taken away from her and her two close friends by the Tag Team Champions, Kelly Garrett is quick to get on the microphone and declare the whole situation is 'bulls—t.' The small but fierce fighter then goes on to say her and her fellow Divas have been promised a match, and will not leave the ring until someone – anyone – gets in there with them.
Hearing this, the three competing members of the Master Family exchange looks, obviously gauging each other's opinion on the Diva's words. Then, appearing to have reached an agreement, they step forward as one and slide under the bottom ring to answer Garrett's call...
...but only in the sense of getting in the ring with the Divas. Clearly, having a match at this point in time is the furthest thing from any Master Sister's mind, as the three simply treat their would-be opponents to the same treatment they administered on the Dogs a moment earlier. Before Kelly, Jessie and Jamie can so much as get into a fighting stance, they are being struck down by a torrent of chair and pipe shots, as the Master Sisters continue to show what their presence at the Forum this evening is really all about.
The Tag Team Champions end up not having the opportunity to inflict quite as much damage as they may have liked, however, as not long after they take down the hapless Garrett and her friends, a commanding cry echoes across the London venue, halting them in their tracks... |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:12:08 GMT
Voice: STOP!!!
The command, which booms out across the Forum from the arena PA, is issued by none other than new UKWF owner, Liz Kensington. Standing at the entrance ramp, her entire body quivering with barely contained rage, the brunette appears to far exceed her relatively short stature as she glowers down at her Tag Team Champions – and the pile of inert bodies scattered around them. When she finally brings the microphone in her hand to her lips to address the Sisters, her tone is no less fraught with anger:
Liz Kensington: Not two weeks ago, I stood in this very spot and asked everyone in this company please not to do this sort of thing. I asked everyone in this company to come and see me if they had a score to settle, before they took it out on their rivals. Well...judging by the evidence before me, I suppose I should have told it rather than asked it.
The brunette pauses momentarily, attempting to contain her rage; her tone is, however, still audibly strained as she continues:
Liz Kensington: Since evidently no one will listen to reason, however, I suppose it is time I take matters into my own hands – and as Mr. Hammerstein will soon be learning, that is not something I am at all afraid to do.
The owner pauses again, casting a glance towards the Dogs of War, who are being revived and helped to their feet by UKWF's medical team. She lets her eyes roam between them, the Master Sisters, and the still unconscious Divas of Dominance as she continues;
Liz Kensington: Now...what I ought to do is fine and suspend everyone involved. Yes, everyone – those young men over there are no less at fault than the young ladies in this matter.
Liz glares at the Masters again – a glare matched by Aurora's own.
Liz Kensington: However.
The owner pauses again, briefly, for effect, before proceeding:
Liz Kensington: However, I would rather not have all of my titles associated with rule-breakers and cheats. So rather than fine and suspend both teams present here, I will be settling this matter another way.
Kensington looks down at the two rivalling factions again as she continues:
Liz Kensington: In two weeks, at the next UKWF event, we shall be having a three-on-three match. The three young men there will take on the young ladies in the ring, plus a third member of their choice.
Hearing this, Aurora promptly steps forward, declaring herself as the Master Sisters' third. Liz Kensington nods briefly in acknowledgement, then continues:
Liz Kensington: If the three young men manage to obtain a win, they will be granted another attempt at winning the Tag Team Championships from their opponents at an upcoming event.
These words elicit polar opposite reactions from both teams, with the Dogs' excitement contrasting with the Masters' indignation. Liz, however, remains calm and collected as she adds:
Liz Kensington: However, and I must stress this, there will be some conditions.
This statement once again causes a reaction, both from the stands and from the teams involved; this time, however, both the Masters and the Dogs are protesting furiously. The UKWF owner chooses, once again, to ignore the commotion as she elaborates:
Liz Kensington: Condition number one: anyone who is not actively competing in the match is barred from ringside. Should anyone try to bend this rule, the team they are acting on behalf of will lose their claim in the match. In other words, if the young men enlist somebody to interfere, they will lose their right to a rematch, and if it's the young ladies...they will be stripped of their Tag Team Titles.
Once more, this brings furious protests from both sides, which Liz chooses to simply talk over:
Liz Kensington: Condition number two – if either team seeks to gain an advantage over the other at any point before the start of the match, they will have their privileges pre-emptively revoked. Which is to say, if any of you young people try to pull another stunt like this...
The owner waves towards the ring, in disgust.
Liz Kensington: ...you will immediately lose whatever claim you have in this dispute. Are we clear?
The two sides rant and rave at the owner again, but Liz keeps her imperious, angered poise as she forcefully repeats:
Liz Kensington: Are. We. Clear?
Both the Masters and the Dogs begrudgingly nod in acquiescence, prompting Liz to add:
Liz Kensington: Good. Now, if you do not want to make the situation worse for yourselves, you will kindly remove yourselves from my ring, so that the show may continue. Please...
The owner steps aside to gesture towards the ramp, inviting both teams to leave. After a moment's impasse, where Champions and rivals stand and glower at each other once more, each faction in turn exits the ringside area – the Dogs escorted by ringside security, the Masters by their Family. A moment later, the feed cuts backstage once more, leaving viewers on a shot of the Divas of Dominance – the only innocent party in all of this – being tended to by UKWF's EMT team. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:18:47 GMT
The show cuts to Joe Stanton, who is standing-by somewhere in the bowels of The Forum, already dressed for combat. His signature shades are tucked into his leather jacket for the timing being. Which allows us to know he's staring off to the side, looking at something out of frame.
Joe Stanton: Class, huh?
Stanton states as if in mid-conversation with somebody, he turns his attention to the lens.
Joe Stanton: Was never very popular with my classes' teachers, never been much of a high class kind of man either, though I do like a Sharp Dressed Man.
Bobbing his head from side to side in thought, he cup his chin and he strokes his lips with his index finger in thought. He shrugs when he confesses to liking one of ZZ Top's classics.
Joe Stanton: Never really needed it, you know? Fighting like kids sometimes do, street fighting when I got older, and then eventually wrestling for a living. Never really needed class, never really had a use for it. Never saw the point."
His hand leaves his chin to outstretch in front of him, gesturing to his invisible conversation partner for some type of understanding between them. His eyes drift to the space between the camera and him when he reflects on his life. The Scarlet Speedster shakes his head when thinking about the application of class in a life like his.
Joe Stanton: Think we're just from two different worlds in that respect, Giles.
Said as if the two had a blossoming friendship, Stanton shrugs apologetically.
Joe Stanton: But...
A grin forms on his features and he holds up an index finger to emphasize this "but". A gleam in his eyes when he looks back at the camera.
Joe Stanton: I have seen you throw a punch. Felt it too. You're pretty good at it, so good that I'm interested when there isn't eleven other people in the ring what exactly you're capable of. It's what makes this exciting, isn't it? The unknown aspect about this, because sure, we wrestled each other in a battle royale but it isn't quite the same, is it?
For some ungodly reason Joe seems amused by the memory of Whitmor's punch, rubbing his cheek almost instinctively where the blow landed. He nods his head eagerly and his voice is steadily growing more excited when he talks about their upcoming match.
Joe Stanton: The mentality you have in a match like that, all the blows from other parties you can take, and the fact that throwing someone over the top rope is a completely different beast than pinning or submitting them...it just raises so many questions. Some folks don't like questions like that but me? Love them. And, tonight when we tear the house down for the Kentish Town faithful I'll get the thing I love maybe even more than those types of questions...
Joe wets his lips and scoffs, trying not to laugh at himself. A weird mixture of intensity and amusement surges through his every motion.
Joe Stanton: Answers.
The show cuts back to the ringside area. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:22:13 GMT
Joe Stanton v Giles Whitmor Undefeated by Skillet plays as Giles walks out a smile on his face, his left hand behind his back he waves with his right hand to the crowd. Then he casually walks to the ring and climbs the stairs he wipes his feet and steps in the ring. He again waves to the crowd as he removes his jacket and waits for his opponent.
Lights dim and "Built to Last" begins to play, a spotlight flashing on the entrance way in rhythm with the beat of the drum. Stanton throws back the curtain and emerges from the gorilla position, he strolls out onto the entrance way and he admires the fans with a grin on his face. He pumps his fist in time to the song and bobs his head along to the tune, marching down to the ring and sliding straight into it and pops up to his feet once inside. Unzipping his jacket, he removes his shades and eyes the crowd before throwing them in and handing his jacket off to a ring tech and getting into his corner to wait the start of the match, bouncing from on one foot to the other.
The bell rings and both men begin to circle the ring. Giles approaches the center of the ring and proposes that the two lock up in a battle of strengths. Stanton nods his head, seemingly naive as he comes to the center of the ring too. Giles swings his boot and looks to kick him in the leg but Stanton is quick enough to get out of the way, a smile on his face as Giles grins, he was sure that Stanton was going to fall for that. The two then circle the ring again and approach the center of the ring, another swing of the boot by Giles but Stanton catches his foot. Giles staggers, holding up his hands and pleading that Stanton let's his foot down so that the two can duel fairly. Stanton nods his head, dropping his foot but then jabbing him in the jaw. Giles stumbles backwards and holds onto his jaw. That right hand of Stanton may have just popped the jaw of Giles out of place. Giles looks at Stanton, a rage in his eyes and he runs towards him, but Stanton drops him to the canvas with an armdrag. The two are back up on their feet but it's another armdrag by Stanton that sends Giles down to the canvas. For a third time they're up and this time Stanton looks for a lariat but Giles ducks underneath his arm and locks him in a rear waist lock. He pushes him towards the ropes before rolling backwards and bridging into a sneaky pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Stanton kicks out with Giles almost catching him off guard with that quick pin attempt. Stanton immediately gets to his feet and holds onto the ropes as Giles smiles, shrugging his shoulders as he leans back against the turnbuckle. The two men then approach each other and engage in a collar to elbow tie up. They alternate in position, pushing each other against the ropes and swapping as they go around the ring. Stanton moves him off of the ropes and back to the center of the ring. Giles manages to lock him in a side headlock and he tightens the hold, gritting his teeth as he does so. Stanton winces but manages to move him back into the ropes, looking to launch him off but Giles tightens the hold and drops to his knee, able to use a low center of gravity to force him down. Stanton winces but once again gets to his feet and pushes him back into the ropes. This time, it works and Giles bounces off of the opposite ropes with Stanton leapfrogging over him. Stanton then lands on his feet and is turned around by Giles, who locks him back in the side headlock before taking him down to the ground, the hold still intact. Stanton with a leg scissors, Giles with the kip up - and the two are then racing to their feet.
They pose in a lower stance position, embracing the cheers from the crowd who are appreciative of the effort shown by both men.
Returning to the middle of the ring, the two engage in a knuckle lock that see's Giles emerge the winner in this test of strengths, using his technical ability to drop Stanton down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. He gets on his back and and moves across it in a fast and rigorous fashion, keeping him grounded whilst showing off his ability as smirks, Stanton helpless. He gets to his feet and brings Stanton up with him, leans him against the ropes and Irish whip to the opposite set. Stanton bounces off of the ropes and slides underneath his legs. He gets to his feet and grabs him from behind, an exploder suplex from Stanton! Giles bounces hard on the canvas and rolls to the outside, arching onto his back as winces in pain. Stanton gets up and slingshots his way onto the apron. Giles gradually gets to his feet and Stanton runs across the apron, looking for a senton from the apron to the outside on Giles, but Giles turns at the last minute and walks out of the way! Stanton bumps hard on the floor outside, the fans nearby cringing at the impact of the fall!
Giles laughs, the fans booing him as he walks around the outside of the ring, showboating.
Stanton pants, holding onto his back as he grabs onto the guardrailing. Giles runs at him, BIG BOOT over the railing and Stanton lands on the fans! The fans pat him on the back and encourage him to get up as Giles rolls back into the ring and lies down on the canvas, posing as the referee begins his count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Stanton climbs over the railing.
FIVE
SIX
He falls down as he reaches the apron, seemingly out of it.
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
He rolls himself back into the ring and the arena explodes into a frenzy of cheers.
Giles puts the boot on him, stomp after stomp connecting and boo's from the audience following. He goes to the turnbuckle and makes his climb to the top rope, getting ready for his finishing move; Tea Time. Stanton slowly gets to his feet. He turns and Giles comes off of the top rope. Stanton rolls out of the way and Giles lands on his feet. He turns around and Stanton greets him with a series of right hands, before taking off to the ropes - springboard kick connecting! Giles fall to the canvas and clutches onto his chest. Stanton isn't done though. He picks his opponent up by his head before quickly running to the ropes, bouncing off of them and crossbody to Giles; his CATCH ME signature move connecting!
The fans applaud as he gets to his feet and feeds off of their energy. He picks Giles up and positions him in a tombstone piledriver. He connects! Funeral For A Son! Stanton pins him!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
WINNER in 08:36: Joe Stanton
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:23:10 GMT
“Rusty Halo” hits and Ace Watson steps out from behind the curtain, drawing loud cheers from the London fans. He looks happy and full of energy as he makes his way down to the ring, wearing a #SHOOTCAMP “Chipcamp” parody t-shirt and some dark jeans. Ace arrived at the ring steps and was passed a microphone, he then climbed up and stepped into the ring as the music faded out, allowing him to make his first address of the UKWF fans since the company’s return. Ace Watson: Hello UKWF! The fans cheer loudly, Ace smiles at the cheap pop. Ace Watson: Can I just say it is great to be back here, back home. No matter which fancy, flashy city I’m in as I tour the world, London will always be home to me. So wreslting here again with UKWF is a joy, and when I got the call telling me the company was returning from it’s hiatus I couldn’t have been happier. The fans cheer again, a few small “Ace Watson” chants picking up in various places around the venue. Ace Watson: Of course, my return at Rebirth didn’t go quite the way I had hoped, nor the way Cross Recoba hoped, but I’ll get to that later… But anyway, I said before the hiatus that my next shot at the Broadcast Championship would be my last. And I meant it. So, unless there’s a way I can prove I’ve truly earned another, I’m done chasing it. It’s about time others had their shot, and I’m really looking forward to seeing what Blazer does with the Championship. The crowd cheer at The Jew Blazer’s name. Ace Watson: It pains me to move on from it, of course, because I came so damn close to winning it on so many occaisons… But I guess the fact I never truly got my hands on it should be enough of a message to me that it just isn’t gonna happen. So! I move on to other things. Watson pauses. Ace Watson: Those things being… Lets say ‘unfinished business’ with a former stable mate of mine… See I haven’t forgotten what happened with the New Management Enforcers. I doubt you all have either… So when I saw Cross Recoba attacking James Edwards after losing to him in the North Sea Championship match, acting like he was still a member of the NME getting pissy after not getting his own way… That really irked me. That NME mentality needs to be left in the past, alongside the group itself. Not to mention I feel like I never really got a proper chance at getting payback for what happened after I left the stable… Not that I’m still bitter or anything… Ace chuckles. Ace Watson: Don’t hold grudges, kids. He shakes his head, laughing quietly. Ace Watson: But anyway, Cross, I hope you got my message. If not then, then now. Things need to be different around here, Recoba. This rebirth needs to be a true rebirth. We can’t go round attacking people just beca- Ace’s attention turns to the ramp, where a stage hand had stepped out from behind the curtain, headed for the ring. In the stage hand’s hand was a small pink box, wrapped neatly with a bow. The climbed into the ring, passed Ace the box and left. The camera moved in close, revealing “ACE” written on a tag, as Watson looked down at it puzzled. Ace passed the microphone to the camera man so he could open up the package. Inside, was a single bullet, with a label reading; For you Ace looked down at it, his more lighthearted approach to this talk seemingly disappeared, replaced with a serious look across his face. He looked to the stage, as if staring down the sender directly. He was taking this seriously. Ace put the bullet back in the box, closing it up, before looking to the crowd and giving them a nod, before heading out of the ring and back up the ramp, to a slightly confused and puzzled noise from the fans. |
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Post by UKWF on Feb 19, 2018 20:23:51 GMT
Gaia Galanos vs. Adam Stryker
The two competitors circle the ring, looking for some opening against the other. This stepping leads to a lock-up, where the bigger Stryker is able to get the advantage. He pulls Gaia into a headlock, however the Greek Huntress is able to hit a few stiff elbow shots to the gut of Adam. This frees her up to where she pushes her foe against the ropes and forces him off of her with a another push against the ropes. Adam goes rebounding against the ropes, and Gaia doesn’t have enough time as Stryker comes crashing into her with a big shoulder block! Adam then bounces off of the ropes, and Galanos drops down in front of him. Stryker hops over her and keeps running, and the Event Horizon stands up and looks to leapfrog over Adam, but Stryker stops and grabs her in what looks like a powerbomb position! Galanos refuses to let herself get taken down with such a strong move so early on, and she hits a few big jabs to the head of Adam to force a drop.
Gaia lands on her feet, and immediately grabs Stryker and pulls him into a headlock. Adam is able to fight his way out of it, and he gets behind his opponent and grabs her arm in a hammerlock. Galanos struggles for a bit to get out of it, but then is able to turn it around, flipping it to where she has Stryker in a hammerlock! She starts the process of taking him down to the mat, but Adam ducks down enough to where he is able to perform a judo-styled throw, sending Gaia over his shoulder and to the mat! Adam stands up and shakes his arm a bit in an attempt to push the pain out, and Galanos follows. The two lock-up once more, this time Galanos getting the advantage with a wristlock! She follows up with a few kicks to the exposed midsection of Adam, but Stryker is able to swat one of the kicks away, which disrupts Gaia’s balance enough for Adam to bust out of the wristlock and Adam instinctively kicks Gaia in the gut, and tries for a suplex!
Just as Adam has his opponent in the air, she manages to swing her legs with enough momentum to drop down to the mat. From here, Gaia hits a quick knee to the gut of Stryker, and then tries hitting a Northern Lights Suplex, but now Adam is able to free himself before being lifted up. Stryker pushes Gaia back by her shoulders, and she falls back against the ropes, but comes charging forward with an early attempt at her Seismós Strike. Stryker is able to move out of the way, and takes advantage of the lost footing of his opponent. He lifts her up for a back suplex, and then covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Both competitors rise, and Adam tries getting Galanos in another lock-up, but Gaia ducks under the attempt and brings one of the arms with it, getting him in another Hammerlock! From here, she tries hoisting him up for a Hammerlock suplex, but Stryker hits her with a rear headbutt hard enough to stop the move from connecting. Adam manages to free himself of the hold, and he turns around and grabs Gaia by the arm. He pulls her in for a short-arm clothesline, but she ducks it and hops up for a neckbreaker, but Adam gets out of it and pushes her off by the back of her head. She bounces against the ropes and comes back to Adam, who hoists her up for a pop-up European Uppercut, but as Galanos is thrown up she brings her knees up to clash with the face of Stryker! Stryker drops down to a knee as Gaia falls down, barely able to land on all fours, and she rises and tries for another Seismós Strike to finish the match early, but Adam is able to dodge out of the way once more. This time, he uses the opportunity to hit her with his RINGMASTER SUPLEX! The Half-Nelson Exploder Suplex really drops the Event Horizon, and Adam covers her!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Gaia gets the shoulder up once more! Both competitors rise up, but Adam is the first up and he swings at his opponent first. He hits her with a back club to drop her down to all fours, but Galanos then hits a nice double-legged takedown! She tries locking in a Boston Crab, but Adam kicks her off and stands up. She charges at him once more, and this time he grabs her in a spinebuster rather than throwing her up into the air. She doesn’t have a chance to counter as she’s taken down to the mat with the spinebuster! She’s covered by Adam!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Both competitors rise once more, and this time it’s Galanos who takes control of the match. She doesn’t hesitate in hitting Stryker with a huge kick to the leg to get back on top. He stumbles from it, and this lets her hit another big kick, and then another, and another. She’s really on a roll, until Adam hops over one of the kicks, and this causes Galanos to lose balance as she’s recovering from missing the strike. Adam hits her with a kick to the gut, and he looks for a DDT, but Galanos is able to sneak her way behind Stryker, and she changes the DDT into a Russian Leg Sweep! She rolls back up to her feet and follows it up with a leg drop! She pins!
One!
Two!
Kickout from Stryker!
Galanos rises, and she angrily kicks at the head of Adam a few times before the official pulls her away from him. Gaia stalks her opponent, and as Adam rises she tries running and hitting her finishing knee strike a third time in the match, but yet again Adam is able to move away from it. This time he bounces off of the ropes and tries for the Stryke!... No! Gaia dodges it now, and she bounces off of the ropes and hits the Seismós Strike! She lands it this time! She covers Adam!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the Greek's winning streak continues in the new era of UKWF!
WINNER in 10:01: Gaia Galanos
Gaia does not, however, have long at all to savour her success. Shortly after she has rolled through to her feet, as she is having her hand raised by the match referee, the Spartan finds herself - like so many others this evening - on the receiving end of a post-match attack. Unlike others on the night, however, the Greek's attacker engages her head-on, sliding into the ring and lunging at Gaia with a flurry of punches. Predictably, the Spartan does not turn the other cheek, and promptly responds in kind, rocking her assailant with a few stiff shots before throwing him over the ropes and out of the ring!
Gaia herself is quick to step through the ropes herself, however. Clearly, the Greek does not yet see the fight as having ended - and judging by her assailant's reaction as she steps in towards him, neither does he. With the hood of his sweater now down, fans at the Forum can see that the man is none other than Graham Clauson - the very same individual who verbally sparred with the Greek at UKWF's return show.
The time for words is past, however, and - as Graham pushes himself to his feet and engages Gaia again - the two promptly resume their war of attrition. Neither party gives any quarter as the two brawl up the ramp and to the backstage area, their battle still at a deadlock as they disappear through the entrance curtain and leave the ring clear for the night's next occurrence...
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