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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:43:06 GMT
At the usual time, in the usual streaming website, the usual theme song heralds the start of yet another UKWF broadcast. The punky riffs of The Rezillos set the tone for the rest of the evening, as does the also-habitual montage of some of the company’s biggest stars performing some of their most recognisable moves. The conclusion, as ever, comes in the form of a title card for the show, which flashes across the screen in large white letters: UKWF MARCH MADNESS
From there, viewers are led to the interior of the VENUE, where the usual gaggle of vocal UKWF faithful is already raring to go. As the camera does its usual pan of the front rows, it captures some of the most unique signs these fans have brought with them: SKYLYNN WILL FADE TO BLACK WHY SO SERIOUS? (With a photo of Harlequin) SHOW NO MERSEY (with a picture of the Scouse duo)
Once the usual brief tour of the venue is complete, the feed switches once again – this time, to the announce table, where the usual duo waits to greet home viewers. Barry Jones: Evenin’, you lot! Welcome ter UKWF March Madness! I’m Baz Jones, sittin’ with the luv’ly Kerry Buckingham, to take you through the action! Kerr -you alright, luv? The charmingly roguish announcer turns to his prim blonde companion as she replies: Kerry Buckingham: I must admit, I HAVE been worse, Barry dear. I am in quite good spirits, I must say. Baz: Well then, that’s good, ent it? What’s got you so ‘appy, like? Kerry: Oh, I couldn’t say, dear…it could be any number of things… Baz: It’s not one of the matches ‘ere tonight, is it? Kerry: No… Although for once, I am vaguely invested in one or two of those… Barry leans forward, an expression of fascinated interest on his features: Baz: Oh yeah? What ones? Kerry: The one with that Giles fellow…it is about time we had a real Broadcast Champion, and not just some clown… Baz: …mm-hmm… Kerry: …and the opening one, with that Shades fellow. He is rather easy on the eye… Baz: Yer. Don’t let ‘is bird ‘ear you say that… Kerry: Well…I’m sure he could be persuaded… The cockney, perhaps wisely, does not reply to this, instead focusing on the remaining matches on the card: Baz: That’s just two of the matches we ‘ave f’r you ‘ere tonight, folks. We’re also gunna be ‘avin’ a UK Title rematch, with the Champ Juliet takin’ on that Skylynn girl again…that lass Crystal tryin’ to get revenge for ‘er mate…a crackin’ Triple Threat with my mate Blaise, the Manc bird an’ that green-‘aired girl…an’ the beardy bloke…Graham is it?...takin’ on the clown girl. Kerry: Ugh…I was hoping you would skip that]/i] one…
Barry turns to his broadcast partner again, in surprise:
Baz: …’ow come?
Kerry: I cannot abide that woman.
Barry shrugs.
Baz: Fair ‘nough…
Just as these words are leaving the Londoner’s lips, a theme song begins to blare through the speakers, indicating the arrival of the first superstar of the evening!
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:45:19 GMT
Joe Stanton v Gav Tompkins
The start of this match finds Gav looking unusually confident and fired-up. The former Chav looks ready to inflict some damage – an impression which is confirmed when, a moment later, Joe Stanton goes for a handshake and finds his hand brushed aside, and a fist making its way to his face!
This early advantage allows Gav to get a few shots in. The Londoner lands his trademark series of punches on his opponent, then rocks him with a headbutt, which sends Joe stumbling backwards. Not letting his momentum cool down, Gav rushes in and connects with a spinning backfist, which sends Joe reeling into the ropes. A moment later, the ex-Chav connects with a big clothesline, throwing his opponent over the top!
Happy for a job well done, Gav turns around to mug to the crowd, directing a series of cocky comments at them as he strikes various muscle-man type poses. What he, in his eagerness to boast, has failed to realise is that Stanton managed to land on his feet on the apron, and has made his way back into the ring behind Tompkins' back. By the time Shazza alerts her boyfriend to the situation, it is too late, and Gav turns around directly into a flying forearm smash!
Predictably, this reverses the momentum of the match in Joe's favour, and as Gav stumbles off the ropes and does his best to return to the match, he finds himself pulled down into a series of armdrags by Stanton! The Man in Shades follows these up with a spinning back heel kick, which throws his opponent into the corner, then rears up and launches into a handspring, looking for his patented corner kick.
While groggy, however, Gav is able to see the kick coming, and moves out of the way, so that Joe comes out of the handspring to connect with nothing but the corner post. Sensing he once again has a chance to make a mark in this match, Gav is quick to spin the One Punch Man around, connecting with a knee to his gut! Caught by surprise, Joe doubles over, and Gav quickly pushes him down so that Stanton's face connects with his knee!
The move is successful, and Stanton slides down to the mat, in a daze. Rather than take the opportunity to cover, however, Gav lets his street instincts speak louder, and instead begins to stomp away at his downed opponent. This, predictably, brings about a lecture from the referee – one which the Chav does not so much oppose as brush off as he picks his opponent up again and throws him into the ropes. He waits for Joe to bounce off and springs forward, looking to take out his opponent's knee with the Vinnie Jones Special...
...only for Joe to sidestep and reverse it into a Russian leg sweep!
The crowd cheers as the momentum of the match is once again reversed, and Stanton wastes no time capitalising. Showing why he has earned the nickname Scarlet Speedster, he promptly rushes across the ring again, bouncing off the ropes and catching the recovering Gav on the rebound with his trademark Catch Me! Crossbody! The Chav goes down, and Stanton covers!
ONE!
TW—NO!!
The fans are surprised when Gav kicks out before the two-count is even completed, but Joe appears less fazed, instead simply pulling his opponent back up to his feet. Gav is still too groggy to react, and Stanton quickly capitalises, connecting with his trademark rolling belly-to-belly suplex, the Rock'n'Roll Suplex! He covers again...
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO! Gav survives again!
Another gasp of surprise emanates from the stands as the ex-Chav survives yet again, but Stanton manages once again to keep his cool. He brings Gav to his feet and looks poised to hit him with another move...but is caught by surprise when Gav suddenly reacts, connecting with a knee to his stomach. Stanton doubles over, and Gav connects with an elbow to the back of his head, knocking him to the mat and giving himself an opening.
Rather than capitalise on this, however, the former Chav chooses instead to turn around and make his way out of the ring and towards the entrance ramp. The fans begin to boo as the South Londoner's intention to gift his opponent a match by getting counted out becomes clear; Tompkins' mind, however, appears made up, and no amount of berating from the fans – or from Baz at the commentary table – looks like changing it.
Gav would have reckoned, however, without a third party getting involved. For while he is still halfway up the ramp on his way to the curtain, he finds his way blocked by none other than his sparring partner, Davey-Boy O'Brien! An irritable Gav tries to swat the Scot aside, but Davey-Boy stands firm, moving when Gav and Shazza move so as to totally block their path. As he does, he signals with his finger to indicate 'no' – a gesture which, if possible, makes Gavin even more irritated than he already was.
The distraction does, however, prove successful in one regard: it prevents Gav from following through with his intention of leaving the ring. Not only that, it gives Joe Stanton time enough to recover from the former Chav's last blow, assess the situation, and immediately exit the ring to come after his opponent!
The fans cheer as Stanton rushes in from behind to grab Gav by the back of the head and begins marching him back towards the ring. As he does so, he shares a small appreciative nod with Davey-Boy, who returns it with a smile on his features.
As for Gav – and despite Shazza's ineffectual attempts at stopping Stanton by hitting him with closed fists – he is led all the way back down the ramp by the scruff of his neck before being rolled back inside, breaking up the referee's count as it reaches 'NINE!' A moment later, Stanton himself shrugs off the blows from the ex-Chav's girlfriend to rejoin him inside the squared circle, where he promptly leans in to pull him to his feet.
Gav, however, is not entirely defeated, and makes one last attempt at resistance, driving a shoulder into Joe's midsection, then another into his face. The Man in Shades is sent reeling, and Gav – his confidence once again bolstered, promptly whips around, looking to connect with the Vinnie Jones Special!
Stanton is, however, faster, putting his impressive reflexes to full use as he anticipates the Chav's move and connects with one of his own – namely, the uppercut he calls Shoryuken! Caught completely by surprise by the sudden uppercut, Gav goes down like a sack of bricks, giving Joe an opportunity to cover. The Man in Shades promptly does, and the referee drops down to count...
ONE!
TWO!
Shazza rushes the ring....
THREE!!
...but is just too late to prevent her fiancee from losing, as Gav's poor run of form extends for another week!
WINNER in 05:12: Joe Stanton
After the match, Stanton tries to offer a handshake, but Gav brushes him off brusquely, simply pushing past him on his way up the ramp. The sour expression on the ex-Chav's face as he rants off-mic to his girlfriend is the last thing the camera catches before cutting to commercial. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:47:45 GMT
As the show returns from commercial, the crowd is already on their feet, cheering the arrival of the fan-favourite Broadcast Champion. As the strains of ‘Take on Me’ by Reel Big Fish dies down, Josh Goldstein asks for a microphone. He is wearing a cardboard belt wrapped in tinfoil with ‘BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP’ written on it with black marker. The Jew Blazer: Alright, folks. I know I have a match to get to but before that gets started... something has to be addressed. Hammerstein? I know you’re here so you may as well come out. After a pause Hammerstein emerges from the crowd and rolls into the ring before stepping right up in Josh’s face and holding up the title. Josh doesn’t back down. The Jew Blazer: You really want this, Hammerstein? Is this what you really want? Well, you’ve got it. If I can defend this title tonight then at the next show? You’ve got me and let me make this very clear. You were once one of my best friends. I miss those days... but I’m not gonna let that stop me… The Blazer presses his forehead into Hammerstein’s and Hammerstein can’t stop smiling. The audience is tense in this showdown between the former Jewish Hammers. The Jew Blazer: …I am going to kick your tuches from Scotland to Wales and back. The crowd cheers at this rare moment of intensity from Joshua Goldstein. Josh takes off his cape and tosses it aside along with the microphone and just as it seems like the two of them are about to come to blows…  : That will do, you two. Liz Kensington emerges from the entrance area with a microphone but keeps her distance. Liz Kensington: Apologies to Mr. Goldstein but this match will NOT be happening next week until Mr. Hammerstein returns the stolen property in his possession. Hammerstein backs away from Josh and grabs up his microphone. Hammerstein: Surprise, surprise. Thin Lizzy wants the belt back! Of course that’s what this is really about. Fine. Hammerstein pulls the belt off of his shoulder and tosses it at Josh’s feet. Hammerstein: There. Now make this match official. I’ll have it back soon enough anyway. Josh picks up his Broadcast Championship. Liz Kensington: Fine. Next week you will have your shot at Mr. Goldstein if he retains the title tonight… Now please clear the ring Mr. Hammerstein as Mr. Goldstein has a match. Hammerstein turns to Josh and smiles, patting the title on his shoulder as he exits the ring. Josh goes to a corner and raises up his Broadcast Championship to the cheers of the audience as he waits for his opponent. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:55:08 GMT
'The Jew Blazer' Josh Goldstein (c) v Giles Whitmor
When it comes to looking the part, that's exactly what Giles Whitmor offers. He strolls around the ring so effortlessly before the bell even rings and he's giving the talk to the champion who remains crouched in his corner, hanging onto the ropes. The bell rings and both men go all guns blazing with an immediate greeting of strikes in the middle of the ring. It's an unusual start, as both men are exploding into action and are striking each other like they have a grave history with one another. It's Whitmor who gets the upperhand by backing his opponent in the corner and putting the boots on him, repeatedly targeting the mid section. He sends him flying into the middle of the ring, picking him up and tossing him from one side to the other like a toy, and Blazer bounces off of the canvas hard and arches his back. Whitmor kicks him while he's down before going for the cover.
ONE!
Blazer isn't going down without a fight.
But Whitmor is prepared to go the full ten minutes of this one. He brings Blazer back up and throws him from one side to the other, chuckling afterwards and yawning, getting some jeers from the crowd as he intentionally plays the villain. If you're not rooting for Blazer at this point, then there's something seriously wrong with you. Blazer grabs the ropes and uses them to help himself back up to his feet. He turns and goes to strike White. SMACK! Right in the jaw. Whitmors head is turned and he keeps it there. He turns back to face Blazer and shakes his head sideways. Blazer goes for another strike, Whitmor blocks and goes for a combination, forearm, elbow, thigh kick and then suplex into the center of the ring. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
The champion kicks out!
It's hard to watch the champion get so dominated in the early stages of the match and the fans are cheering him on as he attempts to get back up onto his feet. Whitmor helps him back up and Blazer continues to throw punches into his mid section. Whitmor tenses and shows off his abs, laughing before an Irish whip attempt, Blazer reverses and comes off of the ropes. He skips over a grounded Blazer. He comes off of the other ropes and Blazer leapfrogs over him this time. Whitmor comes off of the ropes for a third time and Blazer connects with the most perfect dropkick. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Whitmor is stunned!
He scatters away and looks at Blazer, who invites him back up to his feet and the fans applaud him. The two lock up, standard collar to elbow, but Blazer is quick to get in behind him with a hammerlock, Whitmor is even quicker with his reply as he finds a loophole and locks him into a hammerlock of his own. He attempts to lift him up but Blazer puts all of his weight down and sends his elbow back into the face of Whitmor, who releases him and staggers backwards. Whitmor runs into him, Blazer with the drop toe hold before rapidly moving his body around and locking him in a side headlock from the ground. Whitmor fights his way back up to his feet, breaks the hold with a back suplex.
Racing to their feet, Whitmor hits Blazer with a clothesline. They're back up, another clothesline attempt but Blazer ducks underneath it. He springboards off of the ropes, backflip over Whitmor. Whitmor turns and Blazer looks for a superkick but Whitmor catches his boot and swings it towards the referee who catches it. Whitmor then hits Blazer with a superkick! Blazer goes crashing down to the canvas in a hurry as Whitmor taunts him and the fans, hooking his legs for the pin afterward.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Almost a new champion, but not quite.
Whitmor mounts on top of Blazer and lands several crisp strikes on him before picking him back up and positioning him for a vertical suplex. Blazer rolls down behind though and turns him around, SMACK! A forearm to the jaw. Blazer may have hurt himself from the impact though, he's holding onto his forearm. SMACK! Whitmor returns one, even harder! Blazer staggers into the ropes, coming back with a resurgence of life - hurricanrana, but Whitmor manages to cartwheel instead of landing on his back. Blazer is up and amazed to see Whitmor is up too! Whitmor runs towards him but Blazer counters with an armdrag. They're back up and another arm drag by Blazer! Back up, Whitmor with the clothesline attempt, Blazer ducks - Hannukanrana! (reverse rana!)
It's tremendous, the pop that surges through the arena as Blazer gets to his feet and signals the end of the contest. Giles is slow. He's weakened by that reverse rana. He's holding onto his head and he turns around. Blazer comes at him with a bicycle kick attempt but Giles grabs his foot, turns him round and wraps his arms around his waist, bridging German suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
He buries his head in his hand and holds up three fingers to the referee, letting him know that he got it wrong. Giles gets to his feet and makes his climb to the top rope. It's time to end this. Once and for all. Blazer gradually gets to his feet. Giles prepares himself and stands. He leaps off as Blazer turns. Blazer rolls forwards and avoids getting hit with the forearm! Giles lands on his feet! He turns around, BICYCLE KICK BY THE CHAMPION! Followed by a standing somersault leg drop and he hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER in 13:23 and STILL UKWF Broadcast Champion: 'The Jew Blazer' Josh Goldstein [/b][/i][/span][/div]
The bell rings and Blazer is helped up to his feet by the official. He is given his championship belt and he holds it close to his chest, shutting his eyes shut and nodding his head frantically too, victorious. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:56:16 GMT
The upcoming match is preceded by a video package, where viewers at home are reminded of the end of the four-on-four match at Aftermath. Ash Williams is seen putting Talia Areano to sleep, only to then continue her attack post-match, drawing the ire of Talia's tag team partner, Crystal Hilton. Scenes of Hilton attacking Williams in retaliation for Talia's treatment perfectly set the mood for the grudge match between the two, which starts a moment later!
Ash Williams v Crystal Hilton
A pre-match staredown makes it abundantly clear that there is no love lost between these women- a fact which is confirmed a moment later, when the bell rings and Crystal Hilton immediately springs onto the attack, lunging at her opponent and tossing her across the ring by her long blond hair!
Surprised by her opponent's fierceness, Ashley Williams is caught on the back foot, and Crystal is therefore able to inflict damage for a few long moments after the start of the match. The Silver Screen Queen seems determined to avenge Williams's treatment of her tag team partner, Talia Areano, and uses her unique combination of aggression, speed and technical skill to keep her opponent in a defensive position. With Ashley not quite able to find a way into the match, the first minute or two of the match see Hilton connect with such impactful moves as a body slam and a running enzuigiri, as well as Hilton's unique sequence of a snapmare into the corner and a running dropkick to the seated Williams' face.
Throughout all this, Williams is able of little more than some basic retaliative offence, which is nowhere near enough to stop Hilton from first taking and then retaining the upper hand.
The turning point for the outspoken blonde comes when, with the match firmly under control, Hilton places her on the top turnbuckle and scales it herself. After a series of mounted punches – which Ashley is powerless to avoid and which the crowd gleefully count along to – the Silver Screen Queen picks up her opponent and begins attempting to place her into position for a superplex. Ashley, however, is conscious enough to profit from the referee's sight being blocked and dig her fingers into Crystal's stomach! The claw hold is effective in throwing off the fan-favourite's concentration, and Williams quickly capitalises, wriggling out of Hilton's hold and pushing her off the turnbuckle and onto the mat!
With the tide of the match finally reversed, Williams is quick to follow up on her newly gained offensive momentum, diving onto Crystal with an elbow drop! The Silver Screen Queen is still too stunned by the reversal of fates to react, and the move connects flush, but Williams chooses not to cover; instead, she promptly rolls off her opponent, pushing herself to a vertical position before landing a vicious stomp to Crystal's head. The vehemently negative reaction from the crowd drowns out whatever choice words the blonde has for her opponent, leaving them for only Crystal to hear.
Even with the predictable admonishment from the referee a moment later, this turn of events has succeeded in giving Williams the advantage she had so desperately sought right from the first bell, and the blonde is quick to make the most of it. The next section of the match belongs almost entirely to Ashley, who does her best to wear down Hilton and prevent her from using her trademark high-flying style. This is achieved mostly by way of suplexes, with Williams displaying her vast array as she tosses Hilton around. In the span of only a few moments, Crystal is subjected to not only a series of three traditional Germans – the last one a release – but also a snap suplex, a dragon suplex and a Northern Lights suplex, the last of which Williams bridges! The referee drops down and counts the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Crystal brings her shoulder up!
Despite the narrow escape, however, the Silver Screen Queen is still far from out of danger. Ashley still has the upper hand, and makes that readily apparent not a moment later, when she gets to her feet, pulls Crystal up by her long hair, and connects with a fisherman buster! Crystal goes sprawling across the ring, but does her best to get back to her feet and regain offensive momentum – an intention Ash promptly quenches with her trademark Shining Wizard kick, It Came from Monmouth County II! Crystal hurtles back down to the mat, unconscious, and Ash covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE???
NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES FROM CRYSTAL!
The Silver Screen Queen's narrow escape further enrages her opponent, who roughly pulls her up to her feet again. Determined to put the match beyond doubt, Williams then goes straight for a vertical suplex, intending to drop Crystal one last time...
...only for Hilton to wiggle out of the hold and reverse it into a quick rollup of her own! The referee slides in and counts!
ONE!
TWO!
---NO! Ashley powers out!
The blonde's glare as she returns to her feet perfectly encapsulates her mood, and she promptly attempts to return to an offensive position. Crystal, however, has created a chance for herself, and seizes it, leaping into a hurricanrana that sends Ashley tumbling across!
A path now open for her to return to the match, the Silver Screen Queen is quick to make the upper hand hers once again, hurtling all over the ring as quickly as her legs will allow. Though able to keep up, Williams is nevertheless powerless to avoid getting caught by such moves as a tilt-a-whirl DDT, or a tilt-a-whirl arm drag, which sends Williams hurtling across the mat and opens up an opportunity for Smell the Roses, Hilton's trademark handspring standing moonsault!
Seeing an opportunity to score an important win, the Silver Screen Queen promptly launches into a series of backflips, in preparation for the move, but Ashley is able to react quickly, and roll out of the way! Hilton therefore connects with only the mat, and Ashley is able to slide in for the Tap, Snap or Nap!
Crystal is, herself, not entirely out of it, however, and manages to prevent the submission by driving an elbow into Williams' face! Then, as the blonde reels, Hilton leaps forward to grab the nearest set of ropes and prevent her opponent from attempting the move again.
Forcibly kept at a distance by the referee, Williams can do little but fume as Crystal pulls herself to her feet. The moment the Silver Screen Queen rushes at her, however, the blonde is ready. Crystal is able to duck underneath the initial punch attempt, but Ashley catches her on the rebound with a spinning heel kick, which floors her.
Her offensive manouevre successful, Ashley makes an immediate beeline for the nearest turnbuckle. She scurries up it quickly, taking only a moment to taunt the booing fans before leaping off onto a frogsplash! The move connects, and Ashley covers, surreptitiously placing her feet on the ropes for leverage as she does. The referee fails to see this, and therefore has no qualms making the count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...and Williams quashes Crystal Hilton's plans for revenge!
WINNER in 06:48: Ash Williams
Despite her win, however, the blonde is clearly not done with Crystal, whom she continues to stomp upon directly after having her hand raised. Openly ignoring the referee's intimations, she also takes the opportunity to direct a few choice comments at the downed Hilton, berating her for thinking she could go toe to toe with her.
Just as the fans are beginning to lose their patience with the blonde, however, they finally have cause to cheer, as Talia Areano bursts through the curtain and rushes down the ramp towards Williams! The blonde, who has her back to the entrance, does not notice this new arrival, and continues to stomp on Crystal right up until Areano makes her stop by engaging her!
Caught by surprise, Williams is only just able to put up a fight, but it comes as no surprise that the fresher Areano has the upper hand in the ensuing brawl. Despite Ashley's best efforts to make her victory two-fold, it is Areano who eventually prevails, dropping the blonde with MOVE, much to the delight of the fans. Then, her foe dealt with, she moves over to help the groggy Crystal to her feet, supporting her on her shoulder as they both make their way up the ramp. It is under a raucous ovation from the fans that the two disappear backstage, leaving UKWF's team of EMTs to tend to the fallen Ashley... |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:57:31 GMT
Like with the previous match, this one starts with a recap of events from Aftermath. No Mersey are seen attacking The Connection after suffering defeat, only for Pendragon to rush in in defense of their friends. Though short, the package is successful in making fans even more invested in seeing the Liverpudlians get their comeuppance - a sentiment which is still prevalent a moment later, when the feed returns to ringside for the match in question!
Pendragon v No Mersey
Going into this match, the fans are clearly eager to see No Mersey get their come-uppance for their treatment of The Connection – as well as looking forward to seeing fan-favourites Pendragon wrestle. As such, it comes as no surprise when Lowri Moss and Neal Durden are greeted with a huge cheer as they make their entrance...
...one which immediately devolves into a chorus of boos as No Mersey run in with a sneak attack from behind!
Indeed, and despite not needing to cheat their way into an upper hand, Gaz McGuinty and Nathan Wayne choose to take the low road as they engage their opponents. While less than commendable, however, this choice is nonetheless effective in giving them an advantage over their smaller opponents at the start of the match, a situation which Gaz and Nathan are quick to explore. Having downed Neal Durden with a huge forearm shot to the back of the head, the two Liverpudlians promptly pick up Lowri Moss – groggy from a similar treatment – and push her towards the ring, slamming her against the apron for good measure before rolling her underneath the ropes.
The following portion of the match holds no surprises for those who witnessed the start of the match. With Lowri too weak to react, McGuinty and Wayne have no difficulty isolating the Welshwoman in their own corner, and take turns inflicting damage on her. Quickly tagging each other in and out of the match, the two controversial superstars manage to wear Lowri down with such moves as headbutts, forearm shots, knife-edged chops, and even a sly choke with the tag rope, which Gaz blocks from the referee's view with his body. Though fighting her hardest to turn the tide, Lowri is powerless to resist the barrage of strikes, and by the time a groggy Neal makes his way to his corner, he can do little but stand and watch as Gaz and Nathan subject his partner to their trademark surfboard stretch and double-stomp combo. The sequence hits flush, and Gaz – the legal man at that moment – goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
---but Lowri puts her feet on the ropes at the very last second!!
An explosion of cheering rewards the young woman's unrelenting determination – the only thing, the fans sense, which has kept her hanging on in this match for this long. Gaz and Nathan, on the other, react with utter disbelief as the referee indicates that no, the match is not over yet.
This is arguably the turning point of the match – not because Lowri has found a way to escape No Mersey's clutches, but because the close scrape affects their mental approach enough to cause them to slip up. While even more relentlessly aggressive than before, the two men also get reckless during this portion of the match – and that ends up costing them.
Indeed, as they set Lowri up in the corner once more, looking to hit her with a devastating double superkick and put the match beyond doubt, the youngster manages to duck underneath their legs, escaping the move and finding herself with a wide expanse of empty canvas in front of her!
Still, despite her new-found freedom, Lowri manages to keep her head long enough to turn around and hit Gaz McGuinty with a dropkick, which sends him stumbling into Nathan Wayne and the two of them stumbling into the corner! It is only as both of her opponents fall in a heap near the turnbuckle that Lowri finally dares to make the trek across the mat, looking to tag in Neal!
Even this is easier said than done, however, as the youngster is so worn down that her progress is slow, allowing one of the member of No Mersey to recover and race across the mat after her! The fans let out a gasp as Gaz McGuinty makes a successful grab for Lowri's leg...
...then cheer as she leaps forward and just about makes the tag!
Predictably, Neal Durden comes in like a house afire, looking to avenge his tag team partner. Though stronger, McGuinty experiences considerable problems dealing with the youngster's speed, and Neal is therefore able to turn the momentum of the match around in Pendragon's favour, through first a series of arm drags and then a flurry of striking offence, which includes a pele kick, a running arched big boot and – immediately afterwards – a Shining Wizard, which knocks McGuinty out cold! With his opponent in a safe position near a neutral turnbuckle, Neal feels confident enough in climbing the turnbuckle and diving off with his trademark frogsplash! The move connects flush, and Neal holds the leg for a pin attempt. The referee slides in and counts!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO!! Nathan Wayne arrives just in time to break up the pin and keep his team in the match!
Unfortunately for No Mersey, this is not enough to restore their lost upper hand – nor does Neal seem particularly bothered by the broken pinfall. Instead – and giving in to vehement demand from the crowd – he rolls back up to his feet, hops over to his corner, and lets Lowri have her own revenge for the way she was treated at the start of the match!
Having recovered enough to where she can make use of her strongest points, the Welshwoman wastes no time profiting from the opportunity provided by her tag team partner. She uses her superior speed to compensate for her slim build, and confounds McGuinty with such moves as a dropsault, a dragon screw leg whip and a series of arm drags, quickly followed by her trademark Shining Wizard kick! McGuinty goes down, seemingly out cold, and Lowri looks towards the turnbuckle, wonderingly. The venue once again explodes into cheers as, after a small nod, she begins to make her ascent, pausing at the top only long enough to steady herself before launching into a 450 splash...
...which crashes against McGuinty's raised knees!!!
Indeed, the Scouse wrestler was just alert enough to know how to break the move, and restore a long-lost upper hand to his team, if only momentarily. He is, however, still groggy, and it takes him a long moment to be able to roll through to his feet and engage the similarly dazed Lowri.
Still, when he eventually does, he once again lives up to his team name. Under the helpless eye of her tag team partner, the young Welshwoman is subjected to such moves as an atomic drop, a gutbuster, a shoulderbreaker and a European uppercut, which sends Lowri into the corner, in a daze. As she slumps down, McGuinty runs in to connect with a brutal facewash kick, which once again draws boos from the crowd. Then, after backing up a few steps, he runs into the corner a second time, connecting with the Shoegazer Stomp! He pulls the dazed Lowri out of the corner and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---NO! Neal Durden breaks the pin!!
A sigh of relief crosses the arena as Pendragon live to fight another day – but Lowri is not out of the woods yet. Far from it, in fact, as Gaz picks her up and lifts her into a vertical suplex The crowd holds their breath, fearing the worst, as McGunty pulls Lowri out of the corner and down...
….then cheer as the Welshwoman is somehow able to twist her body enough so that instead of landing on her head, she is instead able to reverse the move into a pinfall situation in her favour! An incredulous McGuinty finds himself with his shoulders to the mat, as the referee slides in...
ONE!
Nathan Wayne darts across the mat!
TWO!
Neal Durden shoulder-tackles him, and the force of the impact drives them both to the ropes – and then OVER them! Wayne is therefore unable to do anything but look on as the referee counts...
THREE!
And Pendragon obtain the all-important win!
WINNERS in 07:01: Pendragon
The end of the match is, however, far from the end of the action, as a jilted McGuinty and Wayne immediately seek to take out their frustrations on their opponents. Without the constraints of refereeing or rules, McGuinty is free to roll to his feet and begin stomping all over Lowri, while Wayne makes strategic use of his position outside to toss Neal Durden into barricades and corner posts.
To their credit, both members of Pendragon bravely attempts to put up a fight, but it is clear that they are fighting a losing battle, as the stronger and more vicious No Mersey exact revenge for the flash pin.
Just as the situation is looking desperate, however, three figures rush down the ramp to confront No Mersey, catching the Scousers completely by surprise. The crowd cheers as Evelyn Grenier and Valerie Holcomb make a beeline for Nathan Wayne on the outside, engaging him simultaneously, while Blaise Fader slips into the ring to forcibly throw McGuinty off Lowri Moss! Gaz is sent flying into the ropes,, and Blaise is quick to give chase, just in time to throw the Scouse over the ropes and to the outside!
With one-half of the team disposed of, Blaise turns her attention towards the second member, who has managed to overpower Evelyn Grenier and now looks to do the same to Valerie Holcomb. He would have reckoned, however, without Blaise literally flying in with a huge over-the-ropes Rocka Rolla senton, directly onto his head! Wayne and Fader tumble to the floor in a heap, as Holcomb just about manages to avoid getting crushed – not to mention pull the unconscious Evelyn and Neal out of the way. The immediate danger having passed, she then begins attempting to revive them – a goal in which she is joined, a moment later, by Blaise Fader. It is on a shot of the two carrying their respective team-mates up the ramp and into safety that the show cuts to commercial once more... |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 20:59:33 GMT
A break between matches is livened up when “Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da” begins to play, drawing an instant positive response from the fans. The reaction only becomes louder when, a moment later, Ace Watson appears from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. The Norwich-born superstar already has a microphone in hand as he makes his way down to the ring, and no sooner is he in the squared circle than he seeks to put it to good use:
Ace Watson: A few weeks ago, I had a match scheduled against my former team-mate in the Enforcers, Cross Recoba.
A chorus of boos erupts at the mention of the controversial superstar, which Ace seeks to speak over:
Ace Watson: As you have probably been able to tell, that match never happened.
Another small jeer, as the fans yearn for what could have been, before Ace continues:
Ace Watson: And do you know why it never happened?
The superstar pauses for effect, before letting all his frustrations loose:
Ace Watson: It never happened because Cross is a COWARD. It never happened because Cross likes to talk a big game, but when push comes to shove, he decides things may not go well for him, and he might as well not show up, just in case. It never happened because Cross doesn't respect this company, or this sport, or this country. It never happened because the only person Cross respects is HIMSELF!
This tirade from the usually calm and collected superstar meets with a mixed reaction, as some fans cheer Ace's bold words while others jeer Cross's cowardice. Emboldened by this reception, Ace quickly continues:
Ace Watson: Me, though? I was born in England. I grew up wanting to wrestle. And you will never hear me say a bad word against UKWF. I was here the first time, I came back the second time, and I am still here. And for as long as this place will have me...I am not going anywhere!
This time, the reaction from the fans is overwhelmingly positive, the arena unanimously cheering Ace's words. This brings a smile to the superstar's face, and he promptly raises the microphone to his lips to add a few more thoughts.
Before he can say anything further, however, a black-clad figure in wrap-around shades emerges from somewhere in the crowd, leaping the barricade and slipping into the ring undetected. The cheers of the fans turn into cries of concern as the figure sneaks up to the completely unaware Ace, and the tension in the air appears to give the Norwich-born wrestler an inkling that something might be about to happen. Proof of this is that Ace slowly, tentatively begins to turn around...
...only to be taken down by a swift, accurate blow from a lead pipe!
The arena's reaction is deafening as the mysterious newcomer leans over Watson's unconscious body and removes his shades, revealing his identity. A gasp crosses the stands as former United Kingdom Champion Arcane takes the microphone his former associate has dropped and directs some words of his own at Ace, not caring whether his fellow Brit can hear him:
Arcane: You never betray a brother, Ace. NEVER. Don't matter what you think of them... Don't matter if you like them or not... You NEVER betray a brother.
Arcane leans in further, practically spitting in Ace's face as he adds:
Arcane: You? You betrayed Cross. And when you betrayed him...you betrayed me. And you know what happens to people who betray me, Ace?
The former UK Champion picks up his lead pipe again, promptly smashing it into Ace's knee. Another gasp echoes around the stands as Arcane discards his weapon and once again talks down at Ace:
Arcane: That's what happens. You feel me, fam?
The returning superstar then looks up at the attending audience as he adds:
Arcane: That's right...I'm back, you bleeeps.
With that, and under a torrential rain of boos from the stands, the former leader of the New Management Enforcers makes his way to the back, leaving the newly arrived team of EMTs to attempt to revive his fallen enemy.
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:02:21 GMT
This match, too, is preceded by a highlight package - in this case, detailing the moment when Graham Clauson is pulled out of a match he was dominating by the joint efforts of rival Gaia Galanos and newcomer Harlequin, who forfeits a victory to help her friend. The face-painted debutante is scheduled to be Graham's opponent this evening - and this package helps less attentive fans understand exactly why, just in time for the opening bell...
Graham Clauson v Harlequin
Coming up next, we are told of the next upcoming contest, scheduled for one fall. The fans hop on their feet for Graham Clauson, who immediately bursts out from the back and poses at the entryway to rile up the crowd. Graham definitely succeeds in this, as the intensity in his eyes as he lets out a booming war cry definitely wakes up even the most lethargic pundit.
Graham Clauson makes his way to the r-
GRAHAM IS KNOCKED DOWN FROM BEHIND! Baz: Whoa, whoa....
Harlequin, flanked by Gaia, cracks Graham with a stomp to the ribs while he is knelt down against the barricade. The crowd boos heavily, extremely upset by this cheap and dastardly assault. Gaia pulls Graham up with a front face lock, quickly busting him in the jaw with a stiff forearm shot. The two ladies, avoiding fans swiping at them and even taking a couple drink cups to the head, drag Clauson the rest of the way down to the ring. Baz: What the hell? I thought we were supposed to have a match!
Kerry: I get trying to get an advantage on your opponent, but isn't the point to get them in the ring before you start cheating?
Graham is rolled in, taking an extra roll to move away and try to get to his feet. Gaia slides in quickly, but Harlequin chooses to leap to the top turnbuckle. Graham didn't sign up for this kind of three way, but Mama Clauson didn't raise no quitter! He shoves Gaia back, but cannot avoid the flying thrust kick from Harlequin.
Baz: Well, that was a nice move off the top...but this is still nothing more than assault!
He rolls backwards from the impact, and when he gets back to his knees is able to rise back to his feet. Harlequin rushes in, but Graham moves as she hops to the middle turnbuckle. Harlequin leaps off backwards, going for a headscisors, but Graham tilts her through into a sidewalk slam that perks the crowd back up a bit! Kerry: Now, now, Baz, the bearded gentlemen here could make a go of it!
Gaia starts to come over, beginning to lay some boots in, and the crowd is now borderline livid. Gaia sits Graham up for Harlequin to land a short front dropkick into his chest, which as impressive (and painful) as it looked still didn't impress anybody in the crowd. This is still a two-on-one jumping, and the match has yet to even start! The crowd begins to boo as Harlequin laughs at many of the fans in the front row, mimicing a crying face in between her mocking giggles. As the fans boo her, she just turns it up more and gives it right back to them. This, ladies and gentlemen, is how you start a riot in professional wrestling. Kerry: That's right, these fans do pay to see someone get beat up, why are they mad? Baz: Because it's supposed to be fair competition, not this street thug crap!
Gaia gets up, surveying the situation. Out of nowhere, the crowd starts to cheer and this draws the former Champion's attention to the aisleway. Someone is coming to help Graham, but they're not running. Kerry: Who is that? Can you see?
They're limping. Baz: ...oh my God.
With one eye black and a bandage over some stitches in her cheek, Molly Cyrus staggers to the ring with a look of pure determination in her face.
Baz: Molly Cyrus! Are you serious?
Kerry: Molly can't possibly be any help to Mr. Clauson....
Gaia merely stands in the ring, motioning for Molly to come join in on the fun. Gaia licks her lips, unafraid. Molly starts to climb up the ring stairs, but Harlequin meets her at the ring apron. Molly ducks below a forearm, driving her shoulder into Harlequin's gut. She almost slips off the apron, but keeps her balance and valts into the ring, over Harlequin. Molly comes towards Gaia, and takes a Seismos Strike knee that is going to probably put her back in the hospital. Molly rotates an entire rotation in the air, backwards, cartwheeling around before landing on the mat prone. I'm not gonna lie. I felt real, real sorry for this chick.
Kerry: What did I just say?
Baz: GOOD LORD! I think Molly might be dead, my dear!
Graham almost appears shocked at the impact of Gaia's knee. He rises to his feet slowly, staring Gaia down. Harlequin stands by the Greek powerhouse, waiting for her to make the next move. A hush falls through the arena as Graham inches his way towards the fallen Molly, his eyes never leaving Gaia or Harlequin. It seems like an eternity passes, even if it was just a handful of seconds...and by some miracle....Molly Cyrus is conscious...moving around...I cannot believe this. Gaia can't believe it, Harlequin can't, Graham, the fans, me.... Baz: Kerry, do you see this? She's getting up! Molly Cyrus is actually getting back up after that....
Molly Cyrus is up from the Seismos Strike. And she...is...PISSED! Baz: Kerry....Kerry...
Kerry: Yeah, I don't believe it either!
Molly lets out a thunderous shriek, jolting many who were not expecting it (which was probably all of us.) Gaia and Harlequin nod at each other, and look back towards Graham and Molly. Gaia's words are heard loud and clear.
Gaia: We made our point.
The two ladies slowly back out of the ring, the crowd booing their projected cowardice. It can now be seen that Molly is bleeding very, very, very profusely from somewhere high on her head. Blood is beginning to flow clear down her face, onto her pink wrestling singlet, and a few drops even find their way to the canvas. Graham's lips can be seen saying "oh, shit" as Molly stares Gaia directly in the eyes...as her other eye begins to swell shut...
Baz: Molly's hurt...somebody get out here....
...and falls face-first onto the canvas. Baz: NOW!
Gaia and Harlequin back up slowly, their eyes never going off Graham Clauson. Likewise, Graham's eyes do not move from Gaia or Harlequin even as he kneels at Molly's side. A parade of medics immediately rush into the ringside area. Gaia does not move, as several brush past her. Gaia and Graham eventually lock onto each other, not a word said between the two. An eerie calmness falls through the building, and the tension is so thick in the room it almost makes you sick to your stomach.
Finally, after several moments, Gaia and Harlequin leave. Graham is able to turn his attention to Molly, who has been loaded onto a stretcher. Medics have worked frantically to halt the bleeding, but Molly is clearly in dire need of medical attention. Graham walks with the stretcher the entire way, a few paces behind, slow and somber with his head down. He follows, along with a camera, all the way back through the locker room, to a waiting ambulance. A handful of other wrestlers and backstage personnel look on with sorrow, the final one the camera sees being Liz Kensington at the doors of the ambulance.
She can only shake her head as the ambulance leaves her alone with Graham Clauson, with Molly's blood on his gloves. At this point, the scene cuts away into another segment. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:03:17 GMT
The camera cuts to the lockerroom of the Diva’s Of Dominance. Jessie and Jamie are texting on their phones, Kelly despite not having a mtch is taping her fists, after finishing she punches her palms.
Alison: Why are you doing that?
Kelly: I’m doing this because I have the urge to knock someone the fuck out.
Alison: Calm down.
Kelly looks at Alison, a look of rage in her eyes that Alison has never seen before.
Kelly: Calm down, calm down, I should be out their kicking somebodies ass, like I was kicking The Jew Blazers at Aftershock, and I would have won that match if Hammershit hadn't decided to stick his nose in the match, I had Blazer right where I wanted him, and before I got to finish the job, we all know what happened, I got fucking robbed.
Alison: You want me to file a protest?.
Kelly: No what I want you to do fucking do is go barge into Liz Kensington’s and either get me match with Hammerstein or a rematch for the broadcast title.
Alison: Okay I’ll try.
Kelly: I don’t want you to fucking try, I want you to do whatever you fucking have to, to get me what I want.
Alison not wanting to piss Kelly off any further walks off |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:06:35 GMT
This match is introduced by a blood-soaked recap of the several run-ins between the three men involved. Razor Blade is first seen attacking Francisco Lopez and Marcus LeVine at the end of their brutal match against each other, only for the three to then meet in just as violent a contest the following show - one which once again finishes with Razor Blade laying both his opponents out. Overall, by the end of the montage, a suitably gory scene is set for the hardcore handicap match that follows only a few moments later...
Hardcore Handicap Match: Francisco Lopez & Marcus LeVine v Razor Blade
The start of this match is delayed by several moments, as there is no sign of Marcus LeVine anywhere. Both Francisco Lopez and Razor Blade seem raring to go, but the referee patiently and continually delays the match as he waits for the Canadian to appear.
Once a good two minutes have elapsed with no sign of LeVine, however, he is forced to give up the ghost and accept the inevitable. He therefore promptly calls for the bell, leaving Francisco Lopez to face off to The Beast on his own!
This, predictably, proves to be no easy task. With the hardcore stipulation doing away with the possibility of a disqualification, the path is clear for Razor Blade's manager, Paul Newman, to get involved – something he, also predictably, does not hesitate to do. What was supposed to be a handicap favouring Francisco Lopez therefore turns into a handicap against him, as he finds himself up against both members of Team Razor!
This does not, however, put off the Hardcore Hero. Used as he is to fighting under extreme circumstances, Lopez manages to keep his head, and not let the newly unfavourable situation get under his skin. Instead, he adopts the exact opposite attitude, throwing caution to the wind and taking on Team Razor head on!
This, of course, earns Lopez the approval of the fans – as does his evident willingness to use each and every potential weapon immediately available to him to stop Blade and Newman's advances. Indeed, the need to adopt a defensive tactic does not soften Lopez's approach in the slightest; if possible, the ultra-violent wrestler is even more willing to adopt extreme measures than before, and manages to make matters remarkably difficult for his opponents, even despite the strength in numbers. His wild swings of a steel pipe miss more than they hit, but he nevertheless manages to land a couple of crucial blows – most notably one directly to Paul Newman's head, which knocks the manager out cold!
This does not, however, level the playing field, as the Hardcore Hero's actions enrage Razor Blade; as EMTs carry his unconscious manager away, The Beast doubles the aggressiveness of his attempts to inflict pain upon Lopez. The hardcore warrior is therefore forced to adopt an even more defensive stance, and finds himself having to throw whatever he can find in his way at Razor in an attempt to slow him down. A number of steel chairs therefore connect with the bigger man's head, and while their impact is only momentary, it nonetheless gives Francisco the chance to put some more distance between himself and The Beast or – on one occasion – of connecting with a well-aimed lead pipe shot to the gut, which he follows up with a steel chair to the head.
This sequence marks the first time Lopez is able to truly stop The Beast, and the Hardcore Hero takes the opportunity to come up with an alternate attack plan. After looking around him for viable weapons which will inflict above-average damage, he sees the perfect one directly ahead, in the form of the steel ring steps. Without another moment's hesitation, he reaches underneath them, gives a mighty heave, and throws them in Razor's direction...
...but MISSES!
The look on the Hardcore Hero's face as his last hope is dashed says it all. Still, he refuses to give up, and once again reaches for his trusty steel pipe. Then, as Razor approaches, he takes a mighty swing at his opponent's head...
…but is thwarted once again, as Razor's own hand clenches around the pipe, stopping the blow!
Fresh out of strategies to stop The Beast, Lopez is powerless to resist the ensuing onslaught, as Razor tosses the pipe aside and immediately Thesz presses him to the ground!
This signals the start of a long period of dominance from The Beast, who makes his superior strenght and technical ability prevail as he punishes Lopez with his own particular brand of ultraviolence. Lopez finds himself suplexed to the floor time and again, The Beast not even once bothering to approach the ring. When he eventually does, it is only so he can throw Lopez against the corner post, ahead of grabbing him from behind into yet another suplex...this one through the barricade dividing the wrestlers from the fans! Surprised front-row attendees are seen hastily stepping back, away from the wrestlers, as Razor covers and the referee drops beside them to count the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! Kickout from Lopez!
His opponent's refusal to go down makes Razor, if possible, even angrier, and The Beast promptly lifts Lopez up to throw him against the post once again! He then reaches in, looking for another suplex, but Lopez has the wherewithal to dodge this time around, and it is Razor himself who ends up hitting the post!
Needless to say, this leads to a shift in dynamic again, as Lopez makes good use of the opening he created for himself and clobbers Razor over the head with a hastily gathered steel chair. This has the desired effect of staggering The Beast long enough for Lopez to connect with a second steel chair, before bolting across the ringside area, looking for something else he can use. He eventually finds a moment to reach under the ring and pull out a table, which he hastily begins to set up.
Razor Blade, however, is not stunned enough to stop him from going after Lopez, and no sooner has the Hardcore Hero finished setting up the table than he is once again forced to stare The Beast in the eye. This time, however, his look is one of fearlessness - the sight of the set-up table appears to have reminded Lopez that he is in his own environment, and the hardcore expert seems to have caught a second wind from this realisation. Proof of this is that, as Razor barrels towards him, Lopez simply takes a step to the side, before sticking out his leg to trip The Beast with a Russian leg sweep!
Caught unaware, Razor goes hurtling face first into the set-up table. It does not, however, break, and the bigger man is left very much conscious – and even angrier than before. He promptly rolls over, with a grunt of rage, and lifts himself off the table to scan the area for Lopez...
...only for a sudden blur of motion to send him toppling backwards again – and this time, clean through the table!!!
The crowd erupts as Lopez's spinebuster finally manages to halt his foe for at least a moment. Though visibly pleased with himself, however, the Hardcore Hero does not stop to bask in the cheers; instead, he promptly sets about looking to put Razor down once and for all. As he looks for a suitable way to slay The Beast, his eyes once again fall on the ring steps, still dislocated after his near-miss from earlier. Once again, Lopez does not take more than a moment to step towards the heavy steel steps and attempt to lift them. This time, however, carries the metal structure in his arms a few steps, before launching it forward in the direction of the fallen Razor! A satisfying CLANG indicates Lopez's goal has been achieved, and the crowd roar with approval as Razor gets caught between the steps and the wrecked table! With nowhere to go, and seemingly unconscious as it is, The Beast is unable to respond to the referee's subsequent ten-count, and Lopez – even without a partner to rely on - obtains an unlikely victory through TKO!
WINNER by TKO in 06:14: Francisco Lopez |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:07:50 GMT
“I’ve Seen Footage” by Death Grips started playing in the arena followed by the usual booing.
Carnival appears in the arena followed by her family, they all get inside the ring.
Carnival: Yo! Suckers! I know what y’all thinkin’ but the Dogs of What can go suck dog dick! They don’t deserve a rematch but don’t you listen to me… listen to our lawyer!
Carnival passes the microphone to Eloria. She grabs the microphone and takes a moment, the arena goes silent in expectation… and then she passes it to Stargazer, who’s dressed with a business suit.
Stargazer: OBJECTION! Hey, this is fun! OBJECTION! The champions, technically, are cousin MoonMoon and cousin Carny, not cousin Rory, so, technically, they didn’t pin the champions, so, technically, Dogs of War don’t really deserve anything!
Stargazer stops and then turns to Carnival.
Stargazer: What does “Technically” mean?
Carnival: I’ll tell you when you’re older.
Stargazer: Okie! Anyways, technically, we are using paragraph number nine of the Champions Code to claim that we technically don’t give rematches to poopy-dooers like Dogs of War!
Carnival: Yeah! Also! Your mom’s gay… IN HELL!
Stargazer: TECHNICALLY!!
Carnival: Okay, you can stop now…
Aurora, clearly sick of the performance of the two takes their microphones away and grabs both titles from her sister’s shoulders.
Aurora: Let’s stop with the jokes right now and get to the point! The matter of fact is that you shitheads are not getting anything and I don’t give a shit what you or Miss Liz have to say. If anyone wants these Goddamn titles why don’t you come here and try to take it from us?
Aurora puts the titles in the middle of the ring and the entire family circles around them, looking around the arena.
Aurora: Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought!
Before the third Master Sister can say anything further, however, a voice from the ramp interjects, drawing a cheer from the fans in attendance:
Voice: Just a moment.
Aurora glowers towards the entrance curtain as Liz Kensington emerges, microphone in hand. The UKWF owner, however, remains calm and collected as she continues:
Liz Kensington: Before you say anything further, young lady, I would like to correct one of your points. You said only your two sisters were official members of the Master Sisters, since they are the ones who usually compete in matches. That is a valid point, and I will grant it to you. However.
The owner pauses a moment, for effect, before proceeding:
Liz Kensington: However, in the particular instance you are referring to, I had explicitly made the match a three-on-three match. Which means you, yourself, were a legal member of the team on the night. Moreover, the only rule I specified was that if your opponents won, they would have a second chance at competing for your titles. I did not outline who had to pin [whom for that to happen. I only stated it had to happen. Do you see what I am driving at here?
Aurora begins to rant off the mic, but Liz coolly cuts her off:
Liz Kensington: If not, allow me to clarify for you. As far as I am concerned, a legal member of the challenging team pinned a legal member of the Champion team. The criteria I had set out for the match were met. And as such, the Dogs of War have earned another shot at the UKWF Tag Team Championships!
The crowd erupt at this proclamation, and it is all Liz can do to calm them down so that she may continue. Once this has been achieved, and the crowd has settled once again, she looks towards the disgruntled and incredulous Master Sisters, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gestures towards the belts:
Liz Kensington: So yes, my dear girls. Very soon, somebody will come and try to take those from you.
With that, and not giving Aurora or any of the other Sisters so much as a half-chance to retort, the owner turns on her heels and makes her way backstage, under an admiring cheer from the fans in attendance.
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:09:23 GMT
Blaise Fader v Constance Chapin v Night Train Ayano
With future opponent and North Sea Champion James Edwards watching on from the commentary position, it is clear that the pressure to look good in this match rests squarely on Night Train Ayano's shoulders. As such, it comes as no surprise when – after the three contestants have shared the customary respect handshake – the green-haired human pinball immediately goes on offence, using her superior speed to gain an edge over her two stronger and more technically inclined opponents.
So fast is Night Train, in fact, that Blaise and Constance find themselves struggling to keep up as the joshi runs around the ring,springboarding off of every available surface. During this period, Constance falls prey to a hurricanrana, while Blaise is taken down by a dropkick, without either woman being able to react in time to prevent it.
Ayano's momentum does not, however, last much longer after that; with both Blaise and Constance now actively reacting to her style of wrestling, Night Train loses the element of surprise, and her two opponents finally have the opportunity to make their own styles prevail. First to do so is Blaise, who – unlike what had happened previously – manages to catch the joshi's crossbody attempt and reverse it into a big suplex!
With the joshi temporarily out of commission, Constance and Blaise can finally focus their attention on someone other than Night Train – namely, one another. And with both wrestlers being extremely technical in style, it is hardly surprising that the next portion of the match consists of a series of reversals, counters and go-behinds, which elicit an exceedingly positive reaction from the crowd.
In one particularly praise-worthy moment, both women begin to try, unsuccessfully, to set the other one up for some sort of suplex, only for their opponent to wiggle free and go behind for a suplex attempt of their own. Only after this process has been repeated numerous times does one of the contenders manage to obtain the upper hand, with Fader beating Chapin at her own game and throwing her directly over Night Train and into the corner with a big German suplex! Then, as her opponent slams into the ring post back-first, Blaise seizes her moment and runs into the corner, connecting with a big running corner splash!
With Constance now temporarily out of commission, Blaise once again turns her attention to Night Train, who is just beginning to recover. Not wanting to let the joshi put her speed to any sort of use, the bigger woman immediately gets into a low stance, looking to inflict some damage straight away; as such, when Night Train groggily turns around, she finds herself getting tackled right back down to the mat with Blaise's trademark running crossbody! The huge impact sends both women flying a good foot or so across the mat, and as they connect with the canvas again, Blaise covers!
ONE!
TWO!
--NO! Ayano kicks out!
The fans cheer, and even Blaise looks suitably impressed, as the never-say-die joshi manages to keep herself in the match. Even still, being on the back foot as she is, Night Train is far from out of danger, and both she and Blaise know this. As such, when she once again rolls back through to her feet, the bigger woman immediately starts seeking to capitalise on her advantageous position, bringing Night Train back up to her feet before dropping her with a backbreaker! She picks her up again, and connects with another, then covers! The referee slides in again...
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!!! Pin broken by Constance Chapin!!
The crowd cheers as the Mancunian barrels back into the match and takes the potential win away from Blaise. The Coventrian, however, does not seem too bothered by the intrusion, instead clearly relishing the prospect of engaging in another bout of technical wrestling with her fellow countrywoman. Judging by the look on Constance's face, the feeling is mutual – and as such, it hardly surprising that the two immediately lock up!
What follows is another exciting series of go-behinds, as both women look for their preferred weapon, the suplex.. This time, however, the outcome is different, as it is Constance who obtains the upper hand, and throws Blaise Fader over with a crisply executed German suplex! The Coventrian flies into the ropes, landing with an audible thud, and the Mancunian has a clear upper hand for the first time in the match!
Unsurprisingly, she elects to exert this upper hand on the slowly recovering Night Train, who is only just recovering and getting to one knee on the mat. Before the joshi can finish shaking off her cobwebs, however, she is being dragged up by Constance, in a cobra clutch, then dropped again with a leg sweep, as the Constance Clutch connects! Emily Darcy cheers on loudly from the outside as her life partner covers and the referee counts...
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! Pin broken by Blaise!!
Indeed, much like Constance had returned a suplex with a suplex, Blaise returns a broken pin with a broken pin, preventing Constance from getting the win. Unlike Blaise, however, the Mancunian does seem a little nonplussed by this, and her demeanour as the two engage again is somewhat less friendly than before. Even still, both keep it clean, even as they switch from a technical style to a more brawling and strike-heavy one.
Highlights from this period of the match include a number of stiff strikes, including a huge big boot from Blaise Fader and a fiery Thesz Press from Constance Chapin. The standout highlight, however, comes when Blaise whips Constance to the ropes and connects on the rebound with her trademark running Big Boot, the Exocet! She drops down and the referee counts...
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!! NIGHT TRAIN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!
The fans erupt as the joshi explodes back into the match, just when everybody appeared to have forgotten about her! Blaise, on the other hand, is reminded that she has another opponent to deal with in this match! As such, she turns her attention from the downed Constance to Night Train, rocking her with a series of knife-edged chops which elicit a huge reaction from the crowd, before lifting her up and dropping her with a huge spinebuster! The move connects flush, and the joshi crumples to the mat, temporarily leaving Blaise as the only woman standing. The former UK Champion immediately seeks to capitalise, and signals for the Coventry Blitz. Then, as a huge cheer erupts from the stands, she brings Night Train to her feet before hoisting her up over her shoulders...
...only for the joshi to slip out of the hold and reverse it into a rollup!! The referee drops down...
ONE!
TWO!
--NO!! Blaise kicks out!!
Despite being unsuccessful, however, the attempt does succeed in throwing off the former UK Champion while giving Night Train a way back into the match. The joshi immediately takes the opportunity, shooting off towards the nearest turnbuckle before springboarding into a huge crossbody, which catches the barely recovered Blaise unaware and sends her hurtling to the ground! Ayano, on the other hand, promptly rolls back to her feet, only to run towards the similarly recovering Constance and connect with a beautiful dropkick to the face! The Mancunian goes back down to the mat, and Night Train quickly turns her attention back towards Blaise, who has rolled through to her feet after the crossbody block. Not missing a beat, the joshi runs forward,, once again using her dazzling speed to anticipate Blaise's offence and connect with a flying thrust kick. Blaise goes back down, and Night Train elicits a chuckle from the crowd by subjecting her to a stinkface, for good measure!
A moment later, however, things once again get more serious, as Night Train takes off towards the ropes and springboards off the top rope into a moonsault double foot stomp! The move connects, but Ayano does not drop down for a cover; instead, she runs across the ring to where Constance is just getting to her feet...and pauses. Before the crowd can wonder what is going on, however, the joshi launches into a Michael Jackson dance routine, which Constance stares at in blinking disbelief...just before being hit between the eyes by a right hand thrust to the face! Surprised by the sudden attack, the Mancunian stumbles backwards, and Night Train promptly takes the chance to pin her to the corner with another dropkick! Not for the first time that night, Constance hits the post back first and slides down into a seated position, as Night Train begins to back up looking for her running crossbody...
...only to dive out of the way a moment later, as Blaise Fader comes barrelling in, looking for a crossbody of her own!
Indeed, the UK Champion has read the situation well and sought to capitalise by creating a double-stuffed sandwich in the corner; her plan, however, is only somewhat successful, as one of her targets manages to evade the move, and only Constance ends up being crushed a second time! To make matters worse, when Blaise pulls herself to her feet and turns to look for Night Train once again, she finds herself getting pulled into yet another rollup pin by the joshi, who has managed to slip in beside her! The referee drops down once again...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
...and counts the upset win for Night Train!
WINNER in 08:57: Night Train Ayano
After the match, as the joshi is congratulated by her opponents and soaks in the cheers of the fans, her night has one last high point added to it: in his spot near the commentary table, James Edwards has stood up, and is applauding her. |
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Post by UKWF on Mar 24, 2018 21:12:28 GMT
The video cut in and out, flickering in and out with various images. A graveyard, Giants Causeway in Ireland, Nelsons Column, the London Eye, the Blarney Stone, a dank, miserable forest, sometimes each image registered long enough for a second, others were a slash cut to what was presumably the boiler room.
Then the final image, Juliet Black, the half skull mask on her face, the ever familiar death glare... and over her shoulder, the UKWF United Kingdom Championship.
Juliet: A few weeks ago, I got my validation. In the form of this championship belt. Validation to my claims that I'm the best fucking wrestler in the country right now. Validation to the claim that I am the Queen in the Ring. And yet... I've not been given one moment to myself to celebrate. This annoying little Chihuahua that calls herself Skylynn Reed. She got her free shot when she ruined the initial celebration, and a few weeks ago, she made the mistake of going for a second, that cost me my streak in this new era for the company.
Juliet lowered the mask, underneath, Dublin Trouble had made up her lower face to the snarling maw of some beast of legend.
Juliet: Now I will admit, that the last shows antics Skylynn, I found them mildly fucking amusing for about three minutes, seventeen seconds, but then I heard the yapping of some annoying rat on a rope. The kind I just want to throw in a bin bag with a few bricks, tie it up and then toss it into the canal and watch until the bubbles stop. Then drag it out and dispose of the corpse properly.
She shrugged.
Juliet: Ever since you got that cheap shot on me Skylynn, my thoughts have been of payback to be picked by myself, but then you cost me that second match Skylynn, and the violence has been flooding through my mind much more vigorously than ever. You made the mistake when you got pinned off the Clitplex. That move and it's Spear Counterpart have only ever been done in ring to humiliate an opponent. How the fuck am I going to top it now when you were subjected to the ultimate humiliation of losing a match to it? I'll tell you how I'll top it: I'm going to draw it out, and make you suffer. Unlike you Skylynn, I've always done what I want, without complaint and if I didn't like how something went down, I just went straight after the problem rather than bitch and complain about it.
She then held up the title.
Juliet: And come the main event, I will make it the most damned uncomfortable viewing in the history of this company, more so than my own beating at the hand of New Management. Because I'm gonna do... what I wanna do.
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Post by UKWF on Mar 25, 2018 0:41:13 GMT
Out of all of the night's matches, the upcoming one has the most riding on it - and the video package that precedes it makes that much clear. Skylynn and Juliet's war of attrition is recapped in full, from the initial challenge to highlights from their Championship match, to Skylynn's ill-tempered post-match attack and ensuing attention-seeking antics. Juliet has the last laugh, however, as the very end of the package sees her lay Skylynn out and grant her opponent's wishes, thereby starting the process that culminates in this evening's Main Event. A moment later, the camera switches to ringside, for the next - and potentially decisive - chapter in these two women's heated rivalry...
UKWF United Kingdom Championship: Juliet Black (c) v Skylynn Reed
A match that has been dubbed as a landmark for the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation. A match between two of the finest professionals in the world today, who's feud has gotten more personal in recent weeks. First out is Skylynn Reed and as you can imagine, it's a warm reception from the crowd with thunderous applause echoing through the arena as she emerges from the back. She looks good, in the sense of she looks focused and concentrated, calm and composed and she isn't bubbly but poised. She knows that she has to take things serious tonight if she wants to reclaim her position at the top of the promotion. Juliet comes out from the back and is greeted with her signature jeers from the crowd. Not that she cares. She holds the title high above her head as she strolls down to the ring and even shoves it in the face of a couple who are booing her from the front row. She rolls herself into the ring and poses with the championship belt. Perhaps the last time she'll ever get the chance to?
They exchange words and they get into each others face. They hate each other, you can be watching this for the very first time and you'd be able to tell by just their mannerisms and attitude to one another. The referee comes between them, forcing them back to their corners and they reluctantly evacuate the center of the ring. Once the bell rings though, they come flying out of the blocks and engage in a battle of fists. It's insane. You've never seen anything like it, a pure boxing start to the match as the two claw at one another and throw fists and everything they can throw. The fans applaud, as the two competitors go on like this for a minute straight before Skylynn forces Juliet back into the ropes and the referee quite literally has to drag her off. The referee warns Reed. Black then launches herself at her with a Lou Thesz press, mounting on top of her and connecting with several crisp strikes. They roll around the ring, switching position, top and tailing, backwards and forwards. They then make it back up to their feet and Juliet kicks Reed in the gut and brings her to the ropes. Irish whip, Skylynn reverses, Juliet bounces off of the ropes and is dropped to the canvas by a running single leg drop.
Reed then scatters over to her and mounts on top, looking to deliver several strikes of her own but Juliet has her defense up, doing well to soak in the attacks. She makes it to the ropes too and forces the rope break. Reed gets off of her and brings her back up to her feet. Leaning her into the corner, she delivers boots before an Irish whip to the opposite corner. Juliet hits the corner hard and falls to her knees. Reed then runs over to her and delivers a running big boot to the head of Juliet, it recoils and she hits the canvas hard too. Reed gets to her feet and you can see the intensity in her eyes. She wants this. She needs this. And the fans appreciate this attitude with a round of applause. Black uses the ropes to get back up onto her feet and Reed heads over to her. She goes to grab her but an elbow to the mid section forces her back a little. Black then delivers another strike to the mid section before bringing Reed down with a side headlock takeover. She keeps her in the grounded position. She then brings her back up onto her feet and wrenches the hold. She heads towards the ropes and springboards off of it, looking for a bull dog but Skylynn manages to hold her up in the air - backdrop suplex. It breaks the hold and now Skylynn has the upperhand. She grabs Juliet by the roots of her hair and drags her back up to her feet. Muay Thai clinch, followed by a series of knee's delivered to the head, painful to watch, effective in deliverance. Juliet looks out of it as Reed rushes to the ropes. She bounces off of them but it's a lariat out of nowhere from Black that stops her in her tracks.
"LARIATOOOOOO!"
You hear members of the crowd shout.
There's a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Impressive but not enough.
Black gets to her feet and flexes for a moment, allowing boo's to echo through the arena. She turns to face Skylynn who's recovering by the ropes. She runs over to her, Skylynn pulls down on the ropes and Black goes flying to the outside of the ring. Skylynn then takes off to the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them before delivering a baseball slide onto Black who staggers backwards into the railing, her back hitting it hard. Skylynn then grabs her and delivers a snap DDT onto the outside floor right in front of the commentary table. The fans nearby start chanting "holy shit" as Reed gets to her feet, with no fucks given. She grabs Black and throws her into the ring steps. Black crashes into them hard, with her shoulder being the main bearer of the pain. Skylynn heads back up to her. Black then delivers a cheap shot to the jaw as she makes her way back to her feet. A flurry of strikes, right hands, left hands, several knife edge chops and culminating with a rolling forearm see's Skylynn fall hard on the outside flooring. Black then rolls herself back into the ring and relies on the referee's count to do the trick.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
On the outside, the fans are urging Skylynn to respond and finally she's beginning to hold onto the railing, using them to help herself back up.
EIGHT!
Realizing where she is and what is at stake, she springs back to life.
NINE!
Before the ten count she rolls herself back into the ring. Black turns to find that Skylynn is lying right next to her and her eyes light up in disbelief. The two then get on their knees and exchange words before engaging in another war of fists. Strike after strike, they both make it back up to their feet. An eyepoke from Juliet and Skylynn is blinded momentarily, turning herself around and allowing Black to get a grip of her from behind, a German suplex! Black may have landed the move but Skylynn is back up on her feet in no time. Black turns around and is stunned. She runs and goes for the strike, Skylynn ducks, German of her own but she manages to bridge it into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
A kickout from the champion.
Back up on their feet the two competitors go and this time Skylynn has Black on her knee with a smart low leg drop kick. She then bounces off of the ropes and connects with a quick shining wizard that Black didn't see coming. Instead of mounting on top of her for the pin, Skylynn looks at the top rope and the fans are urging her to make the journey to the rope. She does, walking towards the ropes and climbing up onto the top rope. Black is up! She runs towards the ropes and leaps onto the second rope, latching her arms around Skylynn and perform a belly to belly from the second rope, with Skylynn going crashing down in the center of the ring!
"HOLY SHIT!" - "HOLY SHIT!" - "HOLY SHIT!"
You may not like the champion but you have to respect that.
Black crawls her way over to Skylynn and drapes an arm over her body.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Disbelief, shock and horror. Her face says it all. The champion argues with the official but the referee knows he got the decision right. Black then shoves him aside and picks Skylynn up by her hair. She then grabs her by the groin and is about to shout something out but is stopped by the elbow of Skylynn popping into her jaw. Black staggers backwards and spits out blood. She turns and faces Skylynn, running towards her and looking for a strike but Skylynn instinctively delivers the Bankshot Superkick! Black hesitates but then falls to the canvas, the back of her head hitting the canvas hard and Skylynn falls lifelessly on top of her, hooking one leg for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
The leg of the champion is on the rope! The referee points at the leg and Skylynn hits the canvas hard with her fists. She picks her back up and goes for the Skyline but Black manages to avoid the situation, and all of a sudden she's got Skylynn in a tombstone piledriver position! Skylynn fights out of it. They run at each other, FOREARM STRIKE BY BLACK! It's hard and it may have just popped the jaw of her opponent. Skylynn stumbles back but then comes back with tenacity, PELE KICK! Black staggers and it looks as if she's going to fall. But she then spits gum into the face of Skylynn! Skylynn is blinded! She runs to the ropes and looks for the The Skullf**k but Skylynn avoids it, SKYLINE FROM SKYLYNN! She connects with the Sitout Shiranui but isn't able to get the pin. She's exhausted. And so is Juliet, who's rolled to the outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Skylynn realizes what's at stake again. She's crawling towards the ropes.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
She wants to roll out but she's so damn exhausted!
TEN!
WINNER by count-out in 17:32: Skylynn Reed
STILL UKWF United Kingdom Champion through Champion's Advantage: Juliet Black
Skylynn may have got the win but this isn't exactly how she wanted it. What she wanted was that championship belt and because of the way she won, it means that the championship belt won't be changing hands tonight. The ring announcer says this and you can see the face of Skylynn sink into one of dispair. You have to feel sorry for her. On the outside, Black is passed her championship belt and is helped out by the medics. |
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: That will do, you two.
