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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 18:36:58 GMT
The feed starts outside of the Shepherds Bush Empire, where a line of fans is seen queueing up, waiting to be admitted into the venue. As ticket officers and security work their way through the crowd, seeking to make sure the entry process is as orderly as possible, a booming, amplified voice is heard, from somewhere just off-camera:
Voice: REMATCH FOR SKYLYNN! SHOW YOUR SUPPORT! HELP SKYLYNN GET A REMATCH!
The source of the loud, insistent clamouring is revealed, a moment later, to be none other than jilted United Kingdom Championship challenger, Skylynn Reed. The young wrestler is seen standing on the pavement in front of the arena, behind a folding table full of leaflets and clipboards. In her hand is a loud-hailer, which she brings to her lips every few seconds as she continues her campaigning:
Skylynn Reed: HELP SKYLYNN GET A REMATCH! SHOW YOUR SUPPORT! JUSTICE FOR SKYLYNN!
A few fans are seen stepping up to take leaflets or exchange a few words with the superstar. Some are even seen adding their names to the young wrestler’s petition, though most just seem to want a selfie or an autograph from the Aussie. This, however, does not deter Skylynn, who is still bellowing out makeshift slogans as the feed transitions to the show intro… |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 18:43:02 GMT
At the usual time, on the usual streaming facility, the familiar chords of The Rezillos’ ‘Somebody’s Gonna Get Their Heads Kicked In Tonight’ signal the start of yet another UKWF broadcast. The rocky, punky riffage is, as usual, compounded by images of some of the company’s superstars strutting their stuff against a Union Jack background, the whole leading to the current event’s title card:
UKWF AFTERSHOCK
A moment later, the footage cuts to the inside of the Shepherds’ Bush Empire, which is more than respectably filled by the promotion’s loyal and rabidly vocal fans. Spread across the legendary music venue’s multiple, spiralling levels, UKWFanatics have, as usual, come equipped with home-made signs, which the camera focuses in on as it completes its panning shot of the venue:
GARRETT FOR BROADCAST CHAMPION WHY SO SERIOUS? (With a picture of Harlequin) PEN – DRAGON (represented graphically by drawings of a pen and a dragon) JULIET I WANT A REMATCH
This latter sign draws more than a few stares from fans in attendance, and with good reason – it is being held up by none other than Skylynn Reed, who seems to have abandoned her campaigning from earlier in favour of a more direct approach. This fact has similarly not escaped the attention of the usual commentating duo, who are first seen looking up at the section where the former UKWF Champion has been spotted.
Barry Jones: Blimey – is tha’…?
Kerry Buckingham: Yes, Barry. Yes, I think it is.
Baz: Crikey…
This stunned utterance from the East Londoner is all the duo contributes with for a long moment afterwards, until Kerry appears to realise there is a show to introduce. With her partner still entranced by the sight of Skylynn in the stands, it falls to the blonde to welcome viewers to the broadcast in progress – which she does with her most radiant smile:
Kerry: …sorry, we were a little taken aback there. Good evening, and welcome to UKWF! I am Kerry Buckingham, alongside Barry Jones, here to bring you all the details on this evening’s scheduled bouts!
With not even the mention of his name bringing his attention away from the Champion, Kerry is forced to elbow Barry rather forcefully for him to turn back around and face the camera. Even still, when he eventually does, the former wrestler still seems out of sorts, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts enough to adequately perform his job:
Baz: …wha’…? …oh, soz…was a little distracted there…yer…welcome ter th’ show folks! An’ thanks, Kerr, f’r bringin’ me ‘round!
Kerry: Anytime, dear…desperate times, you know…
Barry nods.
Baz: Any’ow…yeah…loads goin’ on tonight, I’n’t there?
Kerry: Yes. Quite.
Baz: Like our Main Event. Champion versus Champion! Tha’ should be a right corker!
Kerry: Yes…I suppose so. Not overly keen on either of them myself, but horses for courses, as they say…
Baz: Or wha’ ‘bout the return of Pendragon, against th’ two lasses? This lot seem well up for tha’ one!
Kerry: Again…not my cup of tea.
Baz: …th’ Broadcast Championship match?
Kerry: Ho-hum…
Baz: Four-way dance?
Kerry: Fair to middling.
Baz: …right, tha’s me done, then.
With that, and as close to a huff as we ever see him, the cockney announcer turns away, focusing his attention on the entrance ramp as opposed to his commentating partner. This turns out to be just as well, however, as no more than a moment later, the first of the evening’s theme songs hits, indicating the action is officially about to get under way! |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 18:44:40 GMT
Talia Areano, Wayne Williams, Crystal Hilton & Davey Boy O’Brien v Ash Williams, Giles Whitmor, Hazel Overton & Gav Tompkins
As predicted, there is some friction within one of the teams at the start of this match. While the fan-favourite foursome quickly elects Crystal Hilton as their starter, their opponents have a little more difficulty making this decision, with egos flaring up and a degree of in-fighting occurring.
Eventually, however, the second team do also settle on a starter, with Hazel Overton being elected to face up to Crystal. ‘Bitch Hazel’ seems to be nothing if not thrilled at the prospect, and wastes no time making her way into the ring and engaging the ‘Silver Screen Queen’!
Caught unaware, Crystal is unable to mount a defence quickly enough, and ends up falling prey to Hazel’s punishing, strike-heavy offence. The perpetually overlooked Overton has the best of the early goings of the match, and takes the opportunity to punish her opponent with a succession of impact moves, including a snap suplex, a full nelson bomb and her trademark sit-out facebuster. Crystal does her best to fight back, but struggles to find a way into the match, and manages no better than a MOVE or MOVE during this period.
The turning point for the former film star comes when Crystal is able to roll out of the way of ‘Bitch Hazel’’s springboard crossbody, and promptly rushes across the ring to tag in her partner, Talia Areano!
Predictably, Talia comes in all guns blazing, looking to avenge the punishment inflicted on her tag team partner. As such, the following few moments belong to the Argentinian, who evades Hazel’s initial attempt at a clothesline and counters with a flurry of offence of her own, which includes forearm shots – including a flying forearm – and an impactful roundhouse kick, which sends Hazel spiralling to the mat.
Areano’s strong start is, however, cut short after a few moments by Overton, who sneakily manages to slip in an eye poke without the referee noticing. The underhanded tactic sends Talia staggering back in confusion and pain, putting an end to her flurry of offence and giving Overton a way back into the match. ‘Bitch Hazel’ promptly capitalises, connecting with her trademark sit-out facebuster before rolling to her feet and taking a few steps back into her team’s corner. She stops just a few inches short of Gav’s outstretched hand, but pointedly ignores it as she measures Talia up ahead of her In A Haze superkick.
Before she can start the lead-up to her signature move, however, Overton is surprised to feel a tap on her shoulder and see the tall, lanky form of Ash Williams stride past her towards the centre of the ring. Seeing the chance to get revenge on Talia Areano for pinning her at Love Hurts, the blonde has tagged herself into the match, cutting Hazel’s participation short just as it was reaching its peak!
Too dumbstruck to react, ‘Bitch Hazel’ is not quick enough to mount a protest as Ash barrels towards the centre of the ring to forcibly bring the dazed Talia back to her feet. With the fan-favourite Argentinian at her mercy, Ashley then unleashes a quickfire stream of hard-hitting offence, rocking Areano with a series of jabs, hooks and push kicks. Caught on the back foot, the Argentinian is incapable of mounting anything more than a feeble counter-offence, and Williams manages to keep her spell of domination going long enough to hit a devastating roundhouse kick, flooring Talia. The Argentinian crumples to the mat from the impact, and Ash covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--Pin broken by Crystal Hilton!
Having her pin broken by the ‘Silver Screen Queen’ leaves Ash fuming, and the blonde is quick to roll up to her feet and engage her opponent in an intense staredown. To her credit, Crystal does not back away from it, and it is only after the referee intervenes that the two women finally turn their eyes away from one another – Crystal returning to her corner while Ash slowly turns around to face her downed opponent once more…
…only to find herself pulled into a rollup by the recovered Talia! The referee slides in to count!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Ashley kicks out!
The blonde is, predictably, once again fuming as she makes her way back to her knees. She wastes no time attempting to engage Talia, but – her confidence renewed – the Argentinian successfully keeps her at bay, hitting her with a spinning heel kick which sends her stumbling into Talia’s team’s corner. Seeing her chance, Areano signals for the Argentina Train, sending the Shepherds Bush Empire into raptures as she runs in and connects with the move!
Despite her success, however, the Argentinian elects not to go for the cover after nailing her signature move. Instead, she rolls back through to her feet and slaps the nearest hand she sees – which happens to be that of Wayne Williams!
The crowd roar once again as the Brit steps into the ring, ready to play his part in this contest. The camera catches the smile on Williams’ face as he goes to pick Ash up and bring her to an upright position…
…then his grimace of pain as the blonde hits him with a covert low blow!
The Shepherds’ Bush Empire begins to boo loudly once more as Williams sinks to his knees, in pain; his namesake, however, appears unmoved, merely aiming a kick at his head which sends him toppling down to the mat, semi-conscious.
He does not stay down for long, however, as his opponent is quick to bring him to his feet once more, only to almost nonchalantly toss him towards her team's corner. Wayne slumps down into a seated position, and Ashley sees her chance. Taking no more than a moment to size up her opponent, she runs in with a Mafia kick!
The move connects perfectly, causing Williams to slump down even further. As Ashley bends down to bring him out of the corner, however, one of her team-mates sees his chance. Before the blonde can so much as bring herself back to an upright position, Giles Whitmor is encroaching in on her space, and taking it upon himself to bring Wayne back to his feet!
Ashley is, of course, less than best pleased about this, but no amount of protestations can convince the referee to let her back into the match. Whether she likes it or not, Whitmor is now the legal man in the match – a status the British brawler wastes no time taking advantage of. The following few moments are dominated by Whitmor tossing Williams around the ring, with the young fan-favourite too dazed to put up any kind of a reaction at all. This portion of the match therefore ends up being something of a showcase for Whitmor, who subjects Williams to a series of German suplexes, a rolling cutter and a powerslam, among other impactful moves. For a long spell, the match is almost entirely one-sided, with Williams hardly able to regain his bearings enough to get back into the match.
This all changes when, letting his cockiness get the best of him, Whitmor goes to the top rope for his trademark shooting star press. His reflexes and senses finally catching up with him, Williams quickly pops up to his feet, in time to catch the Brit Brawler as he comes down, and reverse his high-flying manoeuvre into a powerlam! The crowd cheers as Wayne finally finds a way back into the match, which the local lad feeds off of to mount his comeback. A leg lariat, a pele kick and a beautifully executed standing dropkick consecutively floor Whitmor, and wear him down enough to fall prey to Williams' trademark jumping back kick, the Star Kick! The crowd roars as Williams drops down and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--Gav breaks up the pin!
As the man formerly known as 'The Chav' fruitlessly seeks recognition for his vital intervention by way of a high-five, Wayne Williams shrugs off the disappointment of not having been able to decide the match, and selflessly steps back towards his team's corner to tag in the last member of his team to not have entered the fray! The crowd erupts once more as Davey-Boy O'Brien enters the fray, while Gav's pleas in his team's corner turn from hopeful to urgent. The Chav is all but hanging from his corner, mentally willing the downed Whitmor to spring up and tag him in; his wishes, howver, remain just that, as for the next few moments the match belongs to Davey-Boy.
Indeed, building upon his team-mate's offensive momentum, the Scottish Terrier is able to wear down the still-groggy Whitmor with a bow-and-arrow stretch, then – as the Brit Brawler painstakingly but effectively finds his way to his feet – displays his deceptive strength with a deadlift German suplex! Gutwrench, butterfly and Saito suplexes quickly follow, with Whitmor unable to cope with the Terrier's unique combination of speed and above-average strength.
As such, it comes as no surprise when Davey-Boy is able to wear his opponent down enough to connect with three alternating uppercuts, before sending Whitmor stumbling into the corner with a discus forearm shiver! A Square Go connects, and Davey quickly races to the opposite turnbuckle looking to go coast to coast with From Land's End to John O'Groats!
He would have reckoned, however, without his sparring partner tagging himself into the match off the shoulder of the crashing Whitmor. By the time Davey-Boy notices Gav in the ring, it is too late, and while he does connect with the dropkick, he also finds himself at the mercy of the Chav, who promptly punishes him with a series of stomps!
The inevitable word from the referee, a moment later, has the equally predictable effect of riling Gav up, but the Chav is – surprisingly – able to keep his composure. No doubt thinking about his eventual goal of becoming a respected wrestler, he for once forgoes the jaw-jacking in favour of picking Davey-Boy back up and subjecting him to his trademark quick-fire series of punches. Caught unaware, the Scottish Terrier is rocked by the succession of blows, and Gav has another opening, which he capitalises on with a sliding forearm smash! The shot catches Davey-Boy square in the face, and the Scot crashes down to the mat, giving his training partner another opportunity to land a series of stomps all over his body!
Once again, however, the referee intervenes, ordering Gav to stop. And if the first time 'round the 'Chav' showed admirable composure and self control, two admonishments prove too much for him to take -taking his focus momentarily away from the match, he turns on the referee, giving him a piece of his mind.
This was exactly the opening Davey-Boy had needed, and the groggy Scottish Terrier quickly assesses his options. Rather than profit from a distraction to grab a somewhat cheap win, however, he predictably chooses the high road, and painstakingly pushes himself into his team's corner, looking for a tag. He finds an outstretched hand just inches away, and promptly taps it, bringing Talia Areano into the match a second time!
The Argentinian's re-entry coincides, however, with the moment Gav finishes letting his frustrations out on the referee. As such, when Areano rushes towards the Chav, looking to catch him off-guard, he is ready for her, promptly lunging forward and aiming a stiff kick at her knee. Areano's cry of pain brings a loud jeer from the Empire crowd, which Gav - buoyed by his success and seeming ready to take on the world – responds to with some choice words of his own.
Knowing a historic moment in his career lies within his grasp, however, the Chav is quick to take control of his anger once again, and focus it towards the match. In an unprecedented moment, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle, looking for the double-foot stomp he calls the Two-Footed Tackle...
...BUT ASHLEY WILLIAMS REACHES IN AND TAGS HERSELF INTO THE MATCH!
As a slack-jawed Gav stands atop the turnbuckle, arms outstretched in confusion, the blonde invades the ring and steps in towards Areano. Not content with picking off Gav's scraps, she then rolls Areano over and locks in her crossface – Tap, Snap or Nap!
Seeing their favourite in such a predicament, the crowd immediately begins to pull for Talia – and, for a few moments, it does appear as though the Argentinian will be able to feed off this and escape her predicament. The effort of attempting to break loose seems, however, to be taking a toll on Talia as well, and just as the fans are getting their hopes up, the Argentinian's body goes limp. A moment later, the referee steps in to take Ursula's arm and raise it once...
...twice...
...three times – to no avail.
It seems the Argentinian has chosen to Nap.
WINNERS in 09:25: Ash Williams, Giles Whitmor, Hazel Overton & Gav Tompkins
A win and a match-winning submission are, however, not enough for Ashley, who continues to attack Talia even after the bell. Despite her opponent clearly being unconscious, the blonde shows no hesitation kicking her in the head and stomping all over her body, yelling that it is what she gets for pinning Ashley. Predictably , this causes all three of Areano's team-mates to bristle, but it is Crystal Hilton in particular who springs forward and shoves Williams off Talia! Taken aback, the blonde reels, and Crystal pounces, engaging her in an all-out brawl that quickly has ringside officials flocking to the ring to separate the two contestants! It is on these images that the feed once again cuts away... |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 18:58:27 GMT
Before the Championship match begins, a video package recaps the events leading up to this point. The Jew Blazer is seen winning the Broadcast Championship in a 4-way, only for Hammerstein to come out moments later and challenge him. Liz Kensington's controversial decision to not medically clear The Hammer is shown next, immediately followed by highlights from the match between the Blazer and his replacement challenger, Hazel Overton. The package ends with Hammerstein appearing from out of nowhere to knock out Champion and referee, before making off with Josh Goldstein's Broadcast title! It is on the sight of the former Jewish Hammer speeding away into the night on a motorbike that the feed returns to ringside for the reigning Champion's next defence...
UKWF Broadcast Championship: The Jew Blazer v Kelly Garrett
The championship match starts in a big way when Blazer runs at Kelly and looks to be going for some manner of lucha style armdrag when Kelly grabs hold and plants him firmly onto her shoulder, setting him up as he wiggles and writhes under her grip for the running powerslam! She flows straight into a pinfall and hooks both legs, really leaning into the pin as the crowd comes to life with the referee counting it! Two is as far as it gets before the champion frantically kicks out, ensuring the safety of his title for now. The two roll away from one another and Blazer runs at Kelly again only for her to backdrop him up & over the top rope to the outside!
Blazer lands on his feet on the apron and taps her on the shoulder, popping her with an elbow strike when she turns around and the blow sends her staggering away from him. Uses this new found distance the champ springboards in and hits a plancha that he hooks her leg off of on the way down for a pinfall of his own! Only a one count before she kicks out! It's when he's rolling off of her that Garrett tries to grab him, really fighting for the cobra clutch to cinch it in on him. She's almost got it when he elbows her in the sternum and manages to wind her enough to roll away from her and to safety.
Running at her when she's getting back up Blazer has an unfortunate discovery when she counters his running at her into a belly to belly suplex! The champion fumbles to get up, slumping in the corner where Kelly puts the boots to him a few times to work him over a little. She takes a handful of his tights to hoist him up onto the top of the turnbuckle and then she makes the slow trek up there herself. No sooner does she get up there than does Blazer fire off some left's and right's, trying to stop her but a headbutt makes him much more compliant for what's about to come.
Garrett hooks his neck and drapes an arm of his over hers before lifting him up and off they go from the top of the turnbuckle with...A SUPERPLEX! They violently crash to the mat! Both twitching and writhing, the maneuver seeming to have done almost as much damage to Kelly as it did to Blazer! She eventually has enough in her to drape an arm over his chest and the referee makes the count! The crowd is counting along with it!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!
The referee, the crowd, Kelly Garrett, no one can believe the Jew Blazer somehow kicked out! It's on shaky legs the two start trying to get back up and it's when Garrett tries to hit him with a forearm that Blazer ducks it and boots her in the stomach. A simple front headlock applied allows him to somewhat more sloppily than usual hit the Ole! Oy Veh! The tornado DDT hits flush and Blazer is starting to feel the power of the fans getting behind him, it's likely about the only thing fueling him.
Which is probably why he never sees Hammerstein till he smashes the Broadcast Championship into his face and the referee calls for the bell!
WINNER by Disqualification in 07:36 and STILL UKWF Broadcast Champion: 'The Jew Blazer' Josh Goldstein
Throwing the belt down onto the mat Hammerstein grabs hold of the dazed champion while the bell is frantically ringing, the referee is screaming and the fans are booing...and he delivers the Hammersteiner onto the belt to the Jew Blazer! Bloodying both the champion and the championship!
Then, under what can only be described as a storm of jeers, he skillfully dodges the trio of onrushing ringside security officers to escape through the nearest exit, the bloodied Broadcast Championship back in his possession.
It seems Hammerstein has, yet again, had the last laugh. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 18:58:53 GMT
ACE WATSON V CROSS RECOBA - COMING SOON! |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 19:00:08 GMT
The camera cuts to a backstage area, to find Liz Kensington attempting to make the most of her makeshift office. Sat at a modest desk, the new UKWF owner alternates between sipping tea from the mug at her side and tapping away at the keyboard in front of her. She is in the course of doing the former when a sudden intrusion on her working space causes her to splutter:
Voice: I WANT A REMATCH!
Having dealt with the immediate fallout from her tea-related accident, Liz lifts her eyes to address the intruder – none other than jilted United Kingdom Championship challenger Skylynn Reed.
Liz Kensington: You know, it is usually polite to knock before entering somebody’s office…
Skylynn, however, is clearly not in the mood to be patronised to, as she shows when she leans over the UKWF owner’s desk and repeats:
Skylynn Reed: I. Want. A rematch.
Liz, to her credit, holds the youngster’s gaze as she deadpans:
Liz Kensington: Yes. I could not help but feel that is what you were driving at with your protestations from earlier…
Skylynn is perhaps too angry to miss the sarcasm in her interloper’s voice, instead just nodding:
Skylynn: You bet your ass it was! And you’re going to give me what I want.
Liz once again shows she is not about to lose this battle of wits, raising a pointed eyebrow at the Australian:
Liz Kensington: Am I really?
Skylynn nods again:
Skylynn: Yes.
Liz Kensington: Mmm. I assume you have future sight, then…otherwise, how can you be so sure?
Skylynn once again does not bite the hook, instead gracing the owner with a smirk of her own.
Skylynn: I’m sure because if you don’t, I’m going to keep on at it until you do. And eventually, you’re going to get so fed up with it, that you’re going to be ready to give me that, and a lot more. So I suggest you save yourself from a mental breakdown and just give me what I want right here and now.
Liz, however, does not seem particularly impressed by this threat, her tone as cool as ever as she retorts:
Liz Kensington: How very kind of you…
This time, Reed does catch on to the sarcasm, and throws the new company owner a glare. Liz, on the other hand, remains as cool as ever as she states:
Liz Kensington: To be honest, young lady, if I am even to begin thinking about granting you a rematch, I would suggest you go out and have your contest, as scheduled. Attempting to threaten me into making a decision has not worked well for any of your other co-workers so far, and I do not foresee it ending well for you either…
The meaning of these words is loud and clear, and the former UKWF Champion has no choice but to back down in her demands. Even still, Juliet Black’s jilted challenger is clearly none too happy about the situation, as evidenced by the glare she directs at Kensington as she swoops out of the owner’s office. The camera briefly zooms in on Kensington’s pensive, ambivalent expression, before returning to ringside for the next scheduled match of the night… |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 19:27:48 GMT
Pendragon v The Connection
Before the match, the two teams shake hands, in a sign of respect which is met with the appreciation of the fans. A moment later, Eve Grenier and Neal Durden retreat behind their respective corners, leaving partners Valerie Holcomb and Lowri Moss to kick things off in the centre of the ring.
Predictably, the two women promptly engage in an exciting, clean-fought series of exchanges, giving the fans exactly what they have been hoping to see since the match was announced. From the initial lock-up, it is clear that the two women are very evenly matched, and the following few moments do nothing to dispel that notion, as Valerie and Lowri trade moves with one another, neither really capable of gaining the upper hand over the other. With both competitors favouring an athletic and agility-based style, the initial moments of the match are also predictably fast-paced, with the Welshwoman and the Australian exchanging arm drags and dropkicks, to the delight of the crowd in attendance. Bigger, more impactful moves, such as Valerie’s sidewalk slam or Lowri’s sitout jawbreaker, also draw a huge reaction from the crowd, who are clearly delighting in this encounter between two of their favourite teams.
The reaction does not decrease one bit as both Valerie and Lowri come off an arm-drag exchange on their feet, and promptly head towards their respective corners to bring their partners into the match. Both Eve and Neal jump at the chance to make an impact, and as the two meet in the centre of the ring, each seems determined not to let the pace established by their team-mates decrease exponentially.
In spite of this, however, the action does take on a slightly different slant during this second portion of the match. With Neal being significantly stronger and heavier, it is only natural that he should have a slight advantage over Eve Grenier - an advantage which becomes apparent when he is able to catch his opponent with moves such as an olympic slam or a powerbomb facebuster.
Even still, however, Eve is far from incapable of finding a way into the match, and uses her own speed and agility to counter some of Durden’s offensive attempts. Of particular note are her reversal of a vertical suplex into a victory roll, for a two count, and her evasion of a handspring back elbow by Neal to counter with a jumping back kick. Overall, while the male half of Pendragon does have the upper hand, the match is far from one-sided during this period, with both team representatives giving good account of themselves.
Things do not change when Grenier manages to evade Neal Durden’s attempt at a running arched big boot and darts across the ring to once again tag in Valerie Holcomb. When the Australian once again comes in, Neal is ready for her – catching her with a hip toss which sends her crashing to the mat back-first – but Valerie is quick to get back on her feet and somewhat equalise the contest, through moves such as a leaping lariat or a single leg dropkick. Neal responds with a butterfly suplex and a pele kick, to retain his slight upper hand, but overall, this is still very much anyone’s match.
As such, it seems only natural that the eventual result of the contest should be decided by outside forces- in this case, resident brawler team, No Mersey. With both teams in the ring still delighting the fans with their even-handed exchanges, Gaz McGuinty and Nathan Wayne take it upon themselves to crash the party, as it were, and exact a little revenge for the result of their match with The Connection, several weeks back. The two Scouse wrestlers therefore wait for the right moment – as Valerie steps backwards into the ropes, rearing up for the Right Stuff superkick– to leap out from the crowd, steel chairs in hand, and grab the Aussie by the leg, to pull her out of the ring! Caught completely by surprise, Valerie is unable to react quickly enough, and finds herself blasted over the head with a chair by a livid Gaz! The referee immediately calls for the bell, and the exciting match is cut short, ending in a disappointing disqualification finish!
WINNERS by Disqualification in 04:58: The Connection
Despite the insistent ringing of the bell, however, the action at ringside is far from over, as all three of the remaining participants seek to take action against the invading aggressors. Eve Grenier is the first to see them coming, and immediately leaps into action, but is dealt with through a swift swing of a chair from Wayne, which catches her in mid-air and sends her crumpling to the floor, amid gasps of horror from the fans.
Lowri Moss is, however, standing further away from No Mersey’s point of entry, and therefore able to fare slightly better; namely, the young Welshwoman is given the time to come up with an impromptu plan, and – as her partner clambers to his feet and realises what has happened – enlist Neal, who promptly pushes himself to his feet and signals his cooperation with a nod. A moment later, the two members of Pendragon take off running across the ring, surprising the invaders by vaulting over the top rope and onto them!
Caught unawares, McGuinty and Wayne have just enough time to hold their chairs above their head, looking to protect themselves from the flying Neal and Lowri – but to no avail. When the two members of Pendragon do crash onto the chairs, the force of impact causes the steel objects to whack Gaz and Wayne in the face, even as the brunt of the Welsh wrestler’s bodies falls onto their heads! The crowd erupts as the two fan-favourites then begin to punish their opponents with mounted punches to the face, giving them their just desserts not only for attacking The Connection, but also for ruining what had until then been a fantastic back-and-forth match. It is with ring officials rushing in to separate the two teams, and EMTs racing down to assist The Connection, that the feed cuts away from the ring once again… |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:05:52 GMT
Graham Clauson v Harlequin v Valkyrie v Blaise Fader
Before the match starts, all four opponents eye one another, waiting to see who will make the first move out of them and it's the Harlequin that does when she acrobatically flips her way over to Valkyrie and catches her with a headscissors takedown that sends her out of the ring. Graham takes that as a sign and whips around to smack Blaise square in the jaw with a discus elbow strike that staggers her and he runs in to eat a powerslam so crisp that it's practically a snap variant from Blaise! The Harlequin glances between the rising Valkyrie and the rising Fader, opting to continue her assault by sling shotting herself over the top rope...only for Valkyrie to catch her out of midair. She doesn't look too happy with her when she rams her spine first into the apron and then recklessly tosses her over her head into a fallaway slam onto the barricade! Back in the ring Fader goes to grab hold of Graham and takes a punch to the sternum to wind her for it, letting him get her into position for the Full Moon Rising bomb that he delivers and transitions into a pin off of!
A two count is as far as he gets before Valkyrie dives in to break up the pinfall, she straight up gutwrench suplexs Graham off of Fader! Clauson rolls up to a knee and when Valkyrie runs at him he delivers a devastating spinebuster to her! Popping up to his feet, Graham's feeling pretty good about himself till Fader clobbers him with a lariat that sends him spinning inside out! Moving in to continue the assault allows Fader to be on the receiving end of some chops from the stirring Valkyrie, to which Blaise responds with by trying to knock Valkyrie's jaw loose with a series of forearms.
The two are going at it when the Harlequin springboards in with a press variant of Lighten Up(!) that takes both of the other ladies to the mat! Best Mimicry is aimed for a stirring Graham that he ducks underneath, but he isn't so lucky with the yakuza kick she aims at the back of his head on the rebound! Valkyrie picks up Harlequin and deadlifts her into a german suplex that she maintains the bridge off of! The referee barely is able to get to a one count before Fader dives onto the pin and breaks it up! It's when Valkyrie is trying to get up that Graham comes over and picks her up, and drops her with the Vine Street!
Opting to not go for the cover, Graham meets Blaise and the two go at it with heavy hitting strikes, they continue this till Graham shoots her into the ropes and he catches her on the rebound with a particularly nasty looking backdrop. He boots the stirring Harlequin in the face, hooking her head and he spikes her onto the mat with a DDT! With Fader and Harlequin down, he turns his sights back onto Valkyrie, he looks like he's going for the Shotgun when she counters out of it by deadlifting him up into a variant of the backdrop suplex! It's when she tries to capitalize that he headbutts the holy bee's wax out of her and sends her slumping against the ropes.
Sliding into the ring behind him is somebody that makes the crowd instantly start booing, the moment Graham turns around Gaia catches him with a judo throw that he tries to roll through off of! She and he exchange blows, Harlequin stirring enough to tackle Graham and help Gaia pound on him. Harlequin feeds him to Gaia and helps her lift him up and spike him with the brainbuster!
While all of this is going on Valkyrie is pushing herself off of the ropes and into the Exocet by Blaise that sends her almost falling over, only being saved by the turnbuckle she falls into and Blaise chases her after into, and that allows Valkyrie to boot her square in the face. The superkick Valkyrie delivers doesn't quite connect flush and allows Fader to stay on her feet till Roskilde Kiss is incoming...something Blaise ducks out of the way of at the last possible second, somehow finding the strength to lift Valkyrie up for the Coventry Blitz! She covers the Dane as the referee slides in to count...
ONE!
Harlequin realises what is going on and hurriedly clambers up onto the apron and under the bottom rope!
TWO!
The Jester scrambles to her feet and leaps into Fader's pin attempt...
THREE!
...but just a moment too late, as Blaise picks up a big win!
WINNER in 08:14: Blaise Fader
As the former UKWF Champion has her hand raised, to the delight of the crowd, the camera catches the surly expression on Harlequin's face. For a moment, it appears as though wrestling's most unpredictable superstar might be about to attack the fan-favourite. The crowd holds their breath, anticipating the worst – but ends up heaving a sigh of relief, as Harlequin turns away from her opponent in the centre of the ring and back towards Gaia Galanos, who is beckoning her from the outside. The two women then promptly leave the ringside area, just as Blaise notices the EMTs assisting the downed Clauson and approaches their huddle to check on her fellow wrestler. It is on this image that the feed cuts to commercial once more. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:07:43 GMT
Before the start of the next match, the fans are given some context through a video package, which highlights the best moments of Francisco Lopez's bloody encounter with Marcus LeVine at Love Hurts. As the gruesome finish unfolds, and Lopez emerges victorious, 'The Beast' Razor Blade is seen walking out and laying waste to both men - thus making the reason for the upcoming triple threat clear! A moment later, the feed cuts back to the ring, with the fans in the Empire and at home already primed and ready for a bloody battle...
Hardcore Match: Francisco Lopez v Marcus LeVine v The Beast
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting ring entrances? Maybe for this match to actually start in the ring? Well you see, this is a street fight and to be honest, neither Razor Blade nor Lopez or Levine must have felt like listening to each others' theme music.
They've apparently just decided to start going at it in the back.
Let's join the fight in progess then, I guess. Not much else to do...and okay. Lopez got hiptossed over a table and knocked it down. Blade pulls the table out and stands it back up. He thinks he's going to use Lopez to break the table, but a coffee pot to the back of the head from Marcus LeVine changes his mind. With broken glass now littering the area, an official in charge moves into position.
Hey, it's a street fight.
LeVine uses his momentary advantage to lock up with Razor Blade...only to find himself at the receiving end of a SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE! And we have broken furniture! While Razor contemplates its replacement from IKEA, Lopez turns over and gets to his feet. After a second or two to steady himself, he pulls Blade up to his feet, dragging him down the hallway.
Lopez pulls Blade into the first door on the left, which is a utility room containing numerous parts of macinery pertinent to the buildings' electric and running water. Blade reverses around and sends Lopez face first into a giant meter. He holds Lopez in place, attempting to open a steam pipe vent. Lopez avoids the blistering steam by centimeters, rolling away onto the floor. I think I saw that on Oz once. Fortunately, Lopez got to keep his facial features, although that came with a toe kick to the gut and a biel into the wall.
Lopez is hurting, but he still has his wits about him. It doesn't take much wit to dodge a broom handle though. The wooden handle breaks against the wall. Lopez scampers away from the immediate vicinity back towards the doorway, staggering to his feet. Razor pushes him out the door, back into the hallway.
Razor decides to help Lopez out, and the two head towards gorilla position. Razor sits Lopez down in a chair, using a pair of chops to keep him there.He takes a few steps back, then charges in with a shoulder tackle that sends everyone flying! The chair is more bent than Lindsay Lohan at SXSW! And are we going for a pinfall? Of course not! Why do that when you can just take the busted chair and throw it at your opponent on the ground?
Hey. It's a street fight.
Blade is now bringing Lopez through the curtain, popping the crowd loudly when they enter the arena. Razor approaches the guardrail, and Lopez decides to nudge him ahead with a sudden drop toe hold, sending his face to meet the rail! The fans gather at the entry way where Lopez moves for a piece of equipment...he's got a spare turnbuckle bolt!
CLANG!!!!!!!!
Lopez missed, thank God! That would have shattered Razor Blade's skull! Blade moves slowly down to ringside, Lopez meets him and helps him out by rolling him into the ring. So maybe they will wrestle a little bit - and Lopez is dragging out tables from under the ring. Throws a chair into the ring, too, for good measure. He slides into the ring with a second chair in his hands, laying it down across the back of Razor Blade. Lopez goes back outside again, this time to introduce one of the tables. He sets the table up in the corner, but when he turns back for Razor Blade he gets a fist to the stomach....and a running spinebuster through the table from a revived Marcus LeVine! Yes, the former Broadcast Champion has revived from his table-induced stupor, and seems ready to show his two opponents just what he is made of! Proof of this is that he does not so much as give Lopez a moment to rest, instead raining punches down on the face of the man who dealt him a loss at Love Hurts.
His momentum, however, is once again curtailed when he is abruptly brought to his feet and locked into a straitjacket position by the equally revived Razor Blade! Everything happens too quickly for LeVine to process, and before he knows it, he is being sent into the steel steps with a big suplex!
With a body to the left of him and a body to the right, Razor Blade appears to be on track to winning his first match at UKWF. 'The Beast' is, however, not content with simply waiting for his win, and instead goes back into the ring to retrieve the chair Lopez had left there. He then proceeds to batter the downed Hardcore King with it, ensuring he does not get up, before turning to where LeVine is laying...
...and having the steel mule-kicked into his face!
Yes, the Canadian third of this hardcore battle is still alive, and profits from the momentary respite to roll away from the steel steps and push himself upright with the help of the apron. No sooner has he done this, however, than he is felled again by a brutal chair shot to the back by Razor Blade, who does not seem to have appreciated LeVine's stunt from a moment earlier.
The chair is, however, too bent to use any further, and Razor Blade therefore discards it in favour of punishing LeVine with his own bare hands.
Which proves to be a mistake.
Indeed, as he leans in to grab his opponent and bring him to his feet, he gets blasted with an elbow to the face from LeVine! Then another! And a third! By the time the third strikes, he is too dazed to react, and reels back, giving LeVine the opportunity to finish pushing himself up and gingerly turn over onto his side. He sees the groggy Blade in front of him, and does not hesitate, springing forward and connecting with his devastating spinning heel kick, the Red Mask! Despite LeVine's tiredness, the move lands flush, and Razor Blade goes crashing through the nearest barricade to land among the fans!
Having bought himself a respite, the weary LeVine promptly focuses his attention on heading for the apron, where he clearly hopes to enjoy a few moments' respite. He would have reckoned, however, without the third and most seasoned participant in this match. Having had the time to regain consciousness after being sent crashing through the table by LeVine, Lopez is now out for justice, and seeing his opponent in front of him as he pulls himself to his feet, promptly seizes his chance. He waits until LeVine is on his knees, then rushes forward, looking for the Avada Kedavra superkick...
...which Marcus manages to dive out of the way of!!
Despite his failure, however, Lopez is undeterred, and promptly chases LeVine across the floor, picking him up from his crawling position and tossing him into the nearby ring post! He then rushes in himself, looking to connect with a splash...but LeVine dodges, and Lopez ends up slamming against the post himself! He stumbles back, clutching his shoulder, and LeVine sees his chance. He sprints forward, and connects with the Red Mask once again! Like Blade before him, Lopez goes toppling to the floor, unconscious, momentarily leaving LeVine as the only man standing!
Unlike Razor Blade before him, however, the Canadian does not seek to extend Lopez's punishment any further than necessary, simply taking advantage of the 'falls count anywhere' nature of the match to slide over his opponent and cover him. The referee counts!
ONE!
The groggy Razor Blade, just getting to his feet, realises what is going on and grabs for the nearest steel chair!
TWO!
Razor dashes across the Empire floor, chair in hand!
THREE!
CRASSSHHHH!!!
The chair lands on LeVine's head, sending him sprawling onto Lopez, unconscious...
...but just a second too late! The referee had counted 'three', and LeVine's victory stands!
WINNER in 07:50: Marcus LeVine
Incensed by this decision, Razor Blade does not waste time with protestations; instead, making use of the steel chair still in his hand, he blasts the referee, sending his unconscious body spiralling onto the growing pile before exiting the ring. As he makes his way up the ramp and to the back, the fans give a mixed reaction, unsure whether to admire The Beast's brawling skills or boo him for his poor reaction to losing. They remain firmly undecided when, a moment later, Razor Blade makes his way through the curtain, just as a team of EMTs comes down to attend to the fallen men. It is with Lopez, LeVine and the referee all being tended to that the show cuts away once again... |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:11:41 GMT
Skylynn Reed v Molly Cyrus
Molly Cyrus is first to enter the arena, as either the spunky underdog or the sacrificial lamb. With Ariel Shadows behind her, she is exhibiting the former and lighting up the Shepherd's Bush with cheering. "THIS ISN'T A GOD DAMN LIBRARY! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Molly jumps the ropes to enter the ring, running on all cylinders and in high spirits.
Now it is time for Skylynn Reed, former UKWF Champion, to make her entrance. The crowd's disapproval phases her about as much as a fly hitting your windshield affects the speed of your car. The whole time Skylynn's coming down the ramp, she's talking shit, you can hear her throughought...
"YOU'RE NOT JULIET BLACK! YOU'RE NOT MY REMATCH!"
Skylynn steps through the ropes with a steady pace, shrugging off the fans' taunts of her title loss to Juliet Black. Even when both ladies are in the ring, and the arena lights come back on to their normal white glow, the shit is still being talked.
"I WANT MY REMATCH!"
"THEN GET A FUCKING TINDER!"
The official is having major trouble checking both women's pads for foreign objects, as both continue yelling at each other from across the ring.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT YOU WERE WORTH A DAMN, YOU STUPID WEEABOO CRAB ASS!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THINK YOU'RE WORTH A DAMN! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW BAD I'M ABOUT TO KILL YOU?"
"OOH! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, KNOCK ME OUT AFTER I BEAT YOU AND BEG FOR A REMATCH?"
Finally, someone has had enough. And that someone is Ariel Shadows - who does a vertical leap to the ring apron, leapfrogs the ropes, stands in the center of the ring, and shouts so loudly that even the crowd hushes!
"SHUT! THE FUCK! UP!"
Ariel looks towards the timekeeper, motioning for him to ring the bell. Ariel slowly steps towards the ropes, exiting the ring just as the bell rings. And when it does, Hell and all the fury it haveth comes forth with two scorned women throwing every strike they know at each other! Elbows, slaps, punches, kicks, knees, clinches....Skylynn and Molly go all over the place! Around the ring, in the corner, out of the corner...onto the mat...back onto their feet...look, I know you wanna know exactly what's going on, but it's kind of happening too fast to explain! Trust me, it's a fight that has to be seen to be believed!
And they just both spilled over the ropes! Skylynn and Molly fall to the floor, neither of them even knew they were close to falling! Sky is on all fours...Molly is sitting...maybe now we can take a minute to recover, get our breaths, get back in the ring and break the count that just started...have a wrestling match perhaps-annnnnnnnnnnd Sky just forearms the tar out of Molly on the floor. They're going back at it.
Sky yanks Molly off the floor and rolls her back into the ring, finally doing something that looks like a professional wrestling move. Using a front face lock to get her standing, Sky whips Molly across the ring. When Molly comes back, Skylynn Reed is there to introduce her to a snap powerslam that will most definitely need to be replayed in slow motion to be fully appreciated. The human eye just can't catch that kind of speed. But we are all able to see and hear the aftermath.
"SON OF A FUCK!"
Molly arches out, her face frozen in agony. Skylynn slams her back down and hooks the leg, attempting a pin. The referee counts, but on two Molly literally yells out "NOPE!" and kicks out. Well, she ekes a shoulder up. Skylynn's still got her, and growls under her breath as she pulls Molly back up to her feet.
"Here! Kick out of this one!"
Skylynn wrenches Molly in and DOWN WITH A SNAP SUPLEX! That was so loud, someone's ears defnitely popped! Skylynn floats over....keeps her hold on the Twerkmaster...brings her back up....and...Northern lights suplex!
Another pin attempt by Skylynn Reed...and again, Molly Cyrus breaks free!"Nah, that ain't gonna do it either!"
The crowd begins to rally behind Molly's defiance. Skylynn suprsingly keeps her cool enough to not charge Molly outright. She waits for Molly to stand back up on her own. Skylynn goes for a vertical suplex type maneuver yet again. Holding Molly up, she yells out "I got you, bitch!" before dropping her down with the Falcon Arrow! (And just between us...it was not exactly the most careful thing in the world.)
Skylynn holds Molly down for a pin, but when she reaches to hook a leg on two, Molly kicks her in the face with the other foot! And the fans love it!
Skylynn stands back up, flustered, Molly spins on her back in a brief turtle position, going into a handstand and back to her feet. She barely dodges a kick aimed for her rib cage, and has to spin away to avoid a spinning back fist behind it. Molly nails a quick toe kick to the gut, grabbing for Skylynn's wrist. Wrenching it around Molly quickly turns the wristlock into a headscissor takedown, getting her first big move of the match! A double footed front dropkick to follow it up, and Skylynn is backed into the corner! Molly wastes no time, she's gettng Skylynn to the top turnbuckle...Molly's lifting Skylynn up...WATERWHEEL SUPLEX! FROM THE TOP! That didn't go any better for Molly than it did for Skylynn! Forget going for a pin, try to remmeber where you are ladies!
The ref starts his count, as both women are prone on the mat. Moll'ys legs are kicking about randomly while Skylynn can only hold her head and gaze around the arena. We are at three now, and so far nothing that will break the count. Four...still nothing. Five...is Molly sitting up? No, she's back down. Six. Okay, Skylynn's gonna try roll over...there we go. She's on her stomach now. We're at seven-no. Eight. Come on, get up! Molly's sat up! Nine....
THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!
So Skylynn's up, Molly's used the ropes to pull herself up, and this thing is still going! That big move took the wind out of them both, but they've got some fight left...BIG right hand from Molly Cyrus! She's gonna go off the ropes...comes back...running lariat! Skylynn pops back up...Molly hits the ropes again...a second running lariat! Skylynn's down, but she gets back up one more time!
Here comes the Twerkmaster one more time...Molly goes halfway across the ring with the running butt bump! Skylynn is knocked backwards!!! She stumbles back from the ropes INTO A FRONT FACE LOCK! Molly's going for....the choke?
Well, okay. Molly Cyrus has Skylynn Reed in a guillotine choke!
You know, it kind of looks like Molly might have her here! Wait...no, Skylynn has the wrist...spins around...SHE HITS THE SKYLINE! Skylynn goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And this one is over!
WINNER in 04:22: Skylynn Reed
After the match, Skylynn continues to shout about a rematch, both on and especially off the microphone. The jilted Championship challenger does not appear willing to let up, and her raised voice can still be heard as she makes her way through the curtain towards the back. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:15:00 GMT
Moments after Skylynn has left, and as the fans anxiously await the next match of the night, the image of the North Sea Champion James Edwards fills the screen. The Burning Heart leans against a wall backstage clad in Wranglers and a t-shirt emblazoned with the UKWF logo.
James Edwards: This might be one of the biggest fights in company history, me vs. Juliet, champion vs. champion, a two-time Champion and an UKWF original going one-on-one. You'd think I would be shakin' in my boots, especially since this is my first outright main event during my time here.
Edwards smirks.
James Edwards: Bit then again, who has been more high-pressure fights in this company than me?Who's taken the absolute best from their opponents and still won more than me? Hell, who has a better win-loss record in this company than me?
Edwards pauses and lets the silence answer for him.
James Edwards: I ain't saying that be arrogant, either; just stating the facts. I've taken every challenge management has sent my way and exceeded it, even when I was openin' the show. I helped make the lowest tier title belt a movement. I don't need to be in the main event to know how to succeed at the highest level. So take history and hype off the table. Tonight is just me doing what I've always done, which is win and raise the bar in the UKWF.
With that, and with nothing more than one final, confident smile, the Champion disappears from the Empire's screens - just in time for the following match to begin!
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:27:18 GMT
Before the next match begins, viewers at home are treated to a recap package detailing the incensed rivalry between the Master Sisters and the Dogs of War. The catalyst to it all – the controversial finish to the Tag Team Championship match at Rebirth – is shown in detail, before the package moves on to footage of the two teams' attacks on each other at the following UKWF event. Liz Kensington's angry demand that the two teams be booked in a three-on-three match, and her ensuing assertions about what would happen should either team accost one another on the lead-up to the match, closes out the package, perfectly setting the stage for what s a make-or-break match for the challengers!
3-on-3 Tag Team Match: The Dogs of War v The Master Sisters The animosity between the two teams has reached an all time high and even before the bell, the two teams are getting into each other's faces and exchanging words. The referee does his best to cool down the situation, pushing both teams backwards and reminding both teams that they are both to behave otherwise he can disqualify both teams from the match. After a few more words are exchange, both teams accept and Storm and Red exit the ring for the Dogs whilst Moonlight and Aurora do the same for The Masters.
Starting off in the ring is "The Ripper" Jack Tillman and "Carnival" Dawn Master. The bell rings and both competitors circle the ring, continuing to exchange words as they try to get into each other's mind. The two competitors get closer and closer, continuing to exchange curse words and you can tell that the both of them are growing frustrated. Tillman lunges forwards and looks to knee her in the mid section but she's quick to side step him and catch him with a slap to the face.
"OOOOOOOOOOO!"
Reactions from the fans after the slap connects. Tillman puts his hands on his hips and stands there, nodding his head, seemingly un-phased by the slap to the face. Carnival laughs, walking back up to him and connecting with another slap to the face of Tillman!
"OOOOOOOOOOO!"
Another slap to the face and another round of ooo's echo through the arena. She goes for a third, Tillman blocks, and in turn slaps her in the face before beginning and onslaught of clubs to the back and forcing her back into the ropes. He's relentless with his strikes, never seeming to let up and although Carnival is clinging to the ropes, this doesn't stop him from continuing to strike her. The referee counts and at the count of four Tillman holds his hands up and walks back toward the center of the ring. He turns, sprinting towards Carnival who ducks underneath his arm and runs towards the ropes. She bounces off of them and leaps up, hurricanrana to Tillman - but Tillman cartwheels as he's flipped over and lands on his feet. The two then run at each other, with Tillman helping Carnival toward the ropes before stalking her, she bounces off of them and Tillman quickly turns her around, looking for a German suplex but Carnival flips onto her feet. Tillman turns around, roundhouse attempt by Carnival but Tillman ducks and swings his foot across the canvas, looking to trip her up but she jumps over. The two then pause and share a glare, with the audience applauding them for their efforts.
The two engage in a standard collar to elbow tie up. Tillman uses his strength to push her backwards into the ropes. The referee counts but Tillman releases his hold of her, but then grabs her and brings her back to the center of the ring, side headlock. She elbows him in the mid section and he eases his grip. She then takes off to the ropes and bounces off of them and runs at Tillman, but he's quick to drop kick her to the knee. She falls to a knee and Tillman then grabs her by the head, planting her down to the canvas with a snap DDT. He then covers for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
She manages to kick out!
Carnival sits up and holds onto her head. As she does so, Tillman takes off to the ropes and bounces off of them before delivering a drop kick to the seated Carnival. He gets to his feet and poses for the crowd, applause ringing through the arena before he heads over to his corner and makes the tag to Storm. Carnival rolls over to her corner and entering the ring now is Moonlight. Your Hero and Mine blows a kiss to Moonlight who catches the kiss, throws it away before bringing her middle finger up and shoving it in the face of Storm. Storm's arrogant smirk turns into a face of anger and he looks to take her down with a lariat. Moonlight ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers a German suplex to Storm! Storm hits the canvas hard and scurries backwards into his corner, holding onto the back of his head as Moonlight looks over at him, an intimidating look on her face.
He gradually gets to his feet and has a moment of recollection with his teammates. He then turns to face Moonlight and the two go circling around the ring. Collar to elbow tie up again, Storm is quick to wrench her arm around and yank it down, wrist lock transitioning into a hammerlock. Moonlight spins out of it quickly too, now in behind him, she looks to lift him with another German suplex but this time Storm refuses to go up and over. He stomps on her feet, snapmare to a seated position before running toward the ropes, looking for a bicycle knee as he returns. She sidesteps, turning him around and greeting him with a massive chop to the chest.
"FUCK!"
Storm screams, biting down on his lips and smiling afterwards. Chop by Moonlight!
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Another chop connects!
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"
Laughs from the audience emerge. But Moonlight doesn't looked pleased at all. She takes a step backwards before raising her foot and knocking him down with a massive big boot to the face! She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
She grabs him and brings him over to her corner, making the tag to Aurora.
Powerslam to the canvas by Moonlight as Aurora scales the ropes and performs a moonsault on Storm!
She hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Aurora brings Storm back up to his feet and Irish whip to a corner. She runs at him, looking for a big splash but Storm catches her and walks out of the corner. He then positions her in a vertical suplex position and holds her there, showing off some impressive strength and nodding his head as the fans begin to get behind him. Aurora uses her knee to strike against the head of Storm before sliding down behind him. She gets to the canvas and turns him around, slap - he blocks it, holding her arm and shaking his head sideways. He then drops her arm and she staggers backwards. She runs at him, arm drag by Storm. She's back up and running back at him, another arm drag by Storm. Back up for a third time and this time, Storm drops her with a drop kick and Aurora goes rolling to the outside. She's aided by her comrades and as they help her back to her feet, Tillman and Tiger enter the ring. All three men bounce off of the ropes at the same time before running towards the opposite set, Tillman and Tiger with a suicide dive on Moonlight and Carnival whilst Storm flies over the top rope, Tope Con Hilo on Aurora!
An eruption of cheers and applause echo through the arena as the Dogs of War walk around the outside of the ring and feed off of the energy of the fans. Storm then picks Aurora up and rolls her back into the ring before rolling himself back in. Tiger hops onto the apron and asks for the tag. Storm makes the tag and brings Aurora over to them. He lifts her up onto his shoulders, electric chair style whilst Tiger springboards his way up onto the top rope and flies over, a forearm connecting and Storm falls backwards in the electric chair position, driving her down to the canvas. Storm rolls to the outside of the ring and Tiger then makes the pin attempt! But it's already being intercepted!
In come Carnival who picks Tiger up and delivers her signature "Master Plan" (RKO) on Tiger. Jack Tillman enters the ring, blocks her strike attempt, wrist clutch - spins her out, before delivering a lariat for his Ballroom Blitz (rainmaker). The Murderboss is up next and she turns Tillman around, hitting him with her finishing Master Crash (Test Grade). Storm slingshots his way back into the ring, bicycle knee to Moonlight! She falls to a knee and Storm heads to the ropes, bouncing off of them and connecting with a second bicycle knee for his Shoot 2 Kill! But afterwards he also collapses to the canvas from sheer exhaustion and everyone is lying down in the ring, panting from exhaustion as the crowd applause everyone for their efforts.
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
It's just the legal competitors now in the ring, Tiger and Aurora, as everyone else rolls to the outside to recuperate. The two are exchanging strikes and gradually getting to their feet as they do so. Cheers for Tiger as he connects. Boo's for Aurora as she connects. The strikes quicken and also get harder. Aurora wins the dual of strikes as she surprises Tiger with an enziguri kick. Tiger staggers around the ring, trying hard not to fall to the canvas and Aurora gets up, a drop kick that now sends Tiger down to the canvas! Tiger then gradually gets to a knee and as he does so, Aurora comes running at him - SHINING WIZARD! NO! Tiger plants his back down to the canvas to avoid the move! Aurora then gets up and Tiger is up too, she runs towards him and looks for a strike, but he ducks - TIGER SUPLEX! Bridged into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And the Dogs of War are getting their championship shot!
WINNERS in 17:32: The Dogs of War
The bell tolls and Tiger rolls to the outside immediately to join his brothers on the outside who are getting helped up by Chris Constantine. Chris holds their arms up in victory as the three men stumble back up the entrance ramp. The Master Sisters collect themselves in the middle of the ring with their tag team titles in their possession. Chris points at them before gesturing that those tag team championships are going to belong to the Dogs of War.
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Post by UKWF on Mar 2, 2018 21:34:42 GMT
Before the night's big Main event, snippets of either Champion's gruelling fight to win their belt are shown. Juliet's epic, all out war with Skylynn is juxtaposed with Edwards' similarly heated confrontation with the controversial Cross Recoba, the succession of narrow escapes and impactful moves only highlighting how evenly matched the North Sea and United Kingdom Champions really are. By the time the camera cuts back to ringside, fans' excitement for this confrontation is predictably at a high, as are their expectations. And the upcoming match looks set not to disappoint...
Champion v Champion: Juliet Black v James Edwards Two of the best going head to head.
The arena is electric. Streamers surround the outside of the ring and it's being cleared from the center. Standing across the ring from one another are the two of the best United Kingdom Wrestling Federation have to offer. James Edwards, the current North Sea Champion. A man who's previously held the Broadcast championship too and boasts an impressive record in the promotion. He takes on Juliet Black, the current UKWF Champion. A fifteen year veteran who's reaching the peak of her career, and that UKWF Championship clarifies that.
"LET'S GO JULIET!" - "LET'S GO EDWARDS!"
"LET'S GO JULIET!" - "LET'S GO EDWARDS!"
"LET'S GO JULIET!" - "LET'S GO EDWARDS!"
They look around the arena and embrace the electric atmosphere. There's nothing quite like it. The feeling of the fans being on both of these competitors side. The referee explains the rules to both competitors but they know all too much, they've walked this main event occasion far too many times. Black unstraps the belt from her waist and so does Edwards. Edwards lifts it above his head and is greeted with an electric thud of cheers and applause. He passes it to the referee who passes it to the outside. Black is up next and she lifts the title above her head too, and somehow, someway, the noise in the arena amplifies another notch. But it's simply boo's from the crowd. Edwards smirks, impressed. Black smiles, cheekily. She passes her title to the outside and then the referee signals for the bell to be rung.
Once it rings, the two stay in a stationary position. They soak in the last remaining cheers and applause, and once it dies down, they begin their walk around the ring. Edwards is lowering himself, looking directly at her legs and Black is careful to not get too close. She know's his game. She know's that if he gets the chance he'll take her down. He nearly does, lunging forward and going for the legs but she side steps, before wrapping her arms around him for a rear waist lock. It's not locked in for long though. He manages to elbow his way out of the hold and she holds onto her jaw as she staggers back.
They turn to face each other and Juliet has this weird smile on her face. Like she enjoyed those elbows to the jaw, maybe they woke her up a little. The two then lunge forward for a collar to elbow hold and it's Edwards who gets the best of Juliet. He pushes her back into the ropes. She manages to power herself away and reverse the situation. The referee counts but Juliet breaks, a gentle pat on the chest following afterward. Applause are cut short, Edwards runs towards her and she greets him with an armdrag. They race back up, this time it's Edwards with an armdrag. They race back up and it's Edwards who swings a boot toward the chest of Juliet. She blocks it, throwing her boot towards him. He catches, swings it round and she spins too, he grabs her by the waist and proceeds to lift into a German bridging into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
First count of the contest and Juliet rolls to the outside of the ring, arching her back.
Applause from the crowd and Edwards paces the ring, watching as Juliet recovers on the outside. She doesn't seem to be looking to get back anytime soon. So he rolls himself out and grabs her. She's latching onto the railing with one hand, and the other arm is being thrown into the mid section of Edwards. He winces in pain, clutching onto his mid section and stumbling back into the apron. She runs at him, a boot to the chest sends him down to the floor. She then picks him up and Irish whip into the railing - NO, reversal and now Juliet is running toward them. She puts her foot on it to stop herself, Edwards approaches - she times it correctly, springboard onto the railing and moonsault backwards onto Edwards, performed to perfection. She gets to her feet and soaks in the cheers and applause, but realizes, the referee is still counting.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
She rolls into the ring before rolling herself back out. Edwards is gradually getting to his feet. She grabs him and rolls him back into the ring before jumping onto the apron. She positions herself whilst Edwards makes his way back up. And he turns, rolling forward to avoid the strike and she lands on her feet and also rolls forwards. They get back up and run at each other, Edwards is quick to grab her by the arm for an arm drag take down transitioned into an arm bar submission. He keeps it tight and remains on a knee. She stretches her leg and manages to reach the ropes. Edwards drags her away from them and plants her arm across the canvas. He then drives his knee into it, the fans cringing as he does it again and again. He then awkwardly positions her elbow and she pleads for him not to. She knows what's coming next. He stomps on it and she winces in pain, rolling to the ropes and latching onto them.
The Burning Heart wipes the sweat from his eyes and goes back to work, taking no time to reflect or even acknowledge the fans. He grabs Juliet and she pokes him in the eye. He falls to the canvas and the referee rushes over, warning her about disqualification but she just laughs, nodding her head and apologizing before looking at Edwards. She laughs at him before beginning an onslaught of stomps. One after the other with each being harder than the last. The referee warns her about disqualification as Edwards is grabbing onto the ropes. He has to drag her off of him and she reluctantly allows him too. She smiles as she walks around the ring and spreads her arms out wide. Boo's echo through the arena again but she loves it. This is what she wants. She looks back at Edwards who's crawling towards her. She kicks him in the face. And again. And again. And again.
He's feeding off of them though. He doesn't mind this at all. He gradually gets up. With every kick, there's a new life being booted into him. She scrapes her foot against the side of his face. He doesn't care. He continues to fight his way back up. She goes for another kick and he grabs it. He spins her around, rear waist lock - German, NO - elbow to the face, he eases up the hold before letting go. Stiff knife edge chop by Juliet. And another. And another. And another. She then takes off to the ropes, bouncing off of them and goes for a lariat, but he ducks. He then wraps his arms around her waist, up and over for a German. But he doesn't let go. He brings her back up to her feet. ANOTHER GERMAN! And he isn't finished. Back up, wrist clutch - spins her out and connects with a bicycle knee that sends her down to her knees. She looks dazed and out of it completely. He bounces off of the ropes and she springs back to life. She grabs him, snap suplex that sends him down to the canvas! She hooks his legs.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
The arm of Edwards bursts up and this one is still very much alive.
Edwards uses the ropes to help himself back up onto his feet. Juliet runs towards him, and he manages to lift her up and over the top rope. He staggers forward, believing that she may have been lifted out and over to the floor but she lands on the apron. He turns, walking toward her and being met with an enziguri from the apron. He staggers, doing well to remain on his feet. She grabs him and is looking to lift him up. He uses his weight to power himself down. She attempts again. But he powers himself down. And again, but he blocks. Until finally, he manages to lift him up but only onto the apron, where she already is. She greets him with a stiff right hand to the jaw, that shocks him, stumbling backwards. She runs across the apron toward him but he runs towards her too, sending her down with an STO onto the apron!
The hardest part of the ring no doubt with both competitors rolling to the outside. Juliet grabs onto her nose. Edwards grabs onto the back of his head but it doesn't take him long to get back up to his feet. He grabs her, Irish whip into the railing. She hits her back hard against it and now he runs at her, a flying forearm that sends her over the railing and into the fans. They try to help her back up but she pushes them off of her. She's now sitting on a chair surrounding by a stack of empty chairs, holding onto her head. Edwards makes his way over to her, a massive big boot connecting that sends her flying backwards, off of her chair. The referee is counting and Edwards finally realizes that, rushing to the ring.
EIGHT!
He rolls in, thinks for a moment, he could win this.
NINE!
But that's too easy, and he rolls himself back out.
The fans are in shock, he had the match won! But he doesn't care. Black is back over the railing now. Edwards goes to grab her and she rakes his eye. He stumbles backwards, holding onto them as boo's echo through the arena. She laughs, grabbing him and slamming his head onto the apron before rolling him back into the ring. Edwards is still scratching at his eyes and Black spits her gum at him! He falls to the canvas, not not only has he got his eyes to worry about, but there's gum that may have just gone down his throat!
Black then stalks him, the referee checking to see if Edwards is okay and he shakes his head, insistent that he is. Black looks to finish this one, you can tell by the look in her eyes. But wait! There's Skylynn! She's on the top of the entrance ramp and the audience burst into a frenzy of cheers! It attracts Juliet Black, who grabs onto the ropes and yells at her. What is she doing here? What does she want? Questions that Black is shouting at Skylynn but she doesn't say anything. She just smiles. The fans cheer as Edwards gets to his feet. He turns Black around! Foxfire (Fisherman Buster)!
And the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER in 27:23: James Edwards
The bell rings and this one is all over! "My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect plays through the arena and Edwards arm is raised in victory. He grabs his title and doesn't stick around for a celebration. He walks up the entrance ramp and passes Skylynn, the two sharing a head not and now Skylynn looks back down to the ring. Black gets to her feet and she's latching onto the ropes. She yells... "IF YOU WANT A REMATCH, YOU'VE GOT IT!"
It is on this livid proclamation, and a close-up on the livid United Kingdom Champion's face, that the feed cuts to black... |
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