FFW Anarchy - November 30, 2013

[Adam Grant]

All Artwork by Rodzillla!

Femme Fatale Wrestling
Presents
A Shooting Star Production
FFW Anarchy 2013
Live from the Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis, Indiana!
November 30, 2013

The FFW logo flashes across the screen with the world revolving behind it. We open to the interior of the Lucas Oil Stadium. The stadium itself is mostly empty, as a couple figures are shown watching the construction of the steel cage on the ground level. As the camera zooms in closer, we find that the pair in question is none other than Rebecka Hate and Christian Kincaid.

Christian is just taking a seat as the camera finds them, glancing from the scene watching the cage being constructed to the brunette beside him. The words “Recorded Earlier Today….” are shown on the screen.

Christian: You ever have a feeling that one night is going to be something you’ll never forget before you even get there? I’ve felt that way about tonight for the past few days. I have a special feeling about this show, and part of that is because of you.

Becka stared at the steel cage for a moment with a maniacal gleam in her eyes before shaking her head and looking at CK.  She got a smile on her face as she looked at him before nodding in agreement.  Becka was dressed in a black Fight or Flight t-shirt and jeans.

Becka:  This night is the beginning of a long run of matches for me and what better way to kick things off than with the decimation of my former partner.  This match will not be for the weak at heart as Laura’s blood will run freely in the ring.  I know that there are a lot of people that are waiting to see me destroy Laura but I am contemplating toying with her for a while so that the match doesn’t end too earlier.  As long as you are by my side, there is nothing that I can’t do.

Becka smiled as she placed her hand on his as she looked back at the cage construction.

Christian: This year has been the biggest of your entire career, and next year is looking even bigger. You’ve come a long way, and tonight is just the next step. I don’t have to remind you of everything Laura did to you. Costing you Future Shock, costing you at Fight Night 2, attacking you with that rod before you faced Scarlett in the Femme for All. Every time you have attempted to step up to a bigger stage in FFW, she was there and is responsible for what happened. Tonight, it’s time to return the favor.

Becka growled as she tore her eyes away from the steel casing.

Becka:  Laura is nothing more than a jealous, whiny bitch that thinks that everything will given to her on a silver platter because she is a ‘proper lady’.  Please, she is no more a proper lady than I am the Queen of Sheba.  I will be taking pleasure in extracting a pound of flesh off of her for everything that she has put me through and cost me.  This is more than a regular match and the traditionalist fans better not watch because this will not be a technical match would impress people.  This match is about ending the influence that Laura thinks she has on me.  I will be showing her what true pain is so that she finally gets how serious this business is.

Christian gave a nod of approval at Becka’s obvious fire as he looked back to the cage several yards away from them.

Christian: That’s what I like to hear. This is going to be a huge few weeks for you, and I want you to know I’ll be in your corner the entire time. You don’t have to worry about anyone else getting involved. Inside that cage, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

His eyes fell to her rib cage, reaching over and gingerly touching where Laura burned her several weeks ago.

Christian: How is that? Is it going to be a problem tonight? We can get it taped up if you want.

Becka smiled as she thought about Christian being at her side for the next couple of weeks.  Her thoughts returned to the present as she felt CK touch the spot where Laura attacked her at.

Becka:  My ribs are fine.  I won’t give that bitch the satisfaction of thinking that she was actually able to do me harm.  She thinks that she can get away with things just because she is English.  Her family may even send me a gift basket for the work that I do to her.  Laura will have to face me one on one and can’t get out of my grasps this time like she did at Fight Night 2.

Christian: Good, I need you to be in a modicum of good shape for tomorrow night. Big weekend. So as much as you might want to, maybe make short work of her so you’ll be good to go the next night.”

Becka sighed as she looked at Christian for a moment before looking at the cage.  She shook her head as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

Becka:  I guess I can make short work of the idiot child tonight.  Even though, she doesn’t deserve that type of mercy from me.  I doubt she will be able to do any damage to me but I will humor you if for nothing else simply because of how cute you are.

That brought a grin to his face.

Christian: It’s got nothing to do with that. It’s more I’d rather you be in as good of a shape as possible for what’s coming up Sunday. By all means, go destroy her. I’m just saying maybe not drag it out too long since you kinda have other fish to fry. That’s all.

Becka nodded as she started to mental go through everything that she want to do to Laura.

Becka:  That is true.  I go from facing an idiot to going one on one with a current champion.  That is a major shift in skill set.  Laura would never be able to handle that kind of dance card even if she had a month to prepare.

Christian: Well before all that, I came to let you know that they want you to do some photos with Adam for the website. So they asked me to come get you. And then you can go back to wanting to rip Laura a new one.

He rose out of his seat, offering her his arm. Becka smiled as she nodded and stood up, wrapping her arm around his as she took one last look at the cage.

Becka:  I guess I can spare some time for Adam as long as he doesn’t try any funny business.  I have seen his type before and I don’t trust him to keep his hands to himself.

Becka let CK lead her away from what was to be her domain tonight. We then cut to a highlight package showing the circumstances leading up to both the FFW Championship match tonight as well as the Femme for All finals. Each of the title matches are then previewed before we see the opening video for Anarchy and then go live inside the stadium as “Shotcaller” by Taio Cruz blares through the PA system. An aerial shot of the stadium is shown as fireworks erupt along the roof before we go back into the stadium as the deafening roar of thousands of fans greet the viewers watching at home.

The FFW flag drops to hang over the ring, and for the first time, we see the FFW logo also across the mat of the ring as well. The cameras pan across the stadium as hundreds of signs wave throughout the sea of humanity. Pyro erupts from the stage and the lighted ramp with the Anarchy logo vibrating under it in front of the video wall.

Mark: Welcome to the Crossroads of America! Welcome to the Circle City! Can you hear the unadulterated roar of over 70,000 people who have sold out Lucas Oil Stadium for the final FFW Pay Per View of the year? You are watching the second annual Anarchy, and tonight six titles will be decided along with one of the most stacked cards I’ve ever seen to go along with that!

CCM: It is absolutely electric here in Indianapolis! All eyes of the wrestling world are here, and we have a slew of invited guests, including the mayor of this city as well as a couple others we will be hearing from tonight as well!

Mark: Six titles on the line, but none bigger than the 2 out of 3 falls rematch when Wendy Briese looks to fend off Valerie Lamb with the FFW Championship on the line! Never before has the title been defended in a match like this! And I have a feeling we are going to have a decidedly pro-Wendy crowd here tonight! I hope Val has taken that into consideration.

Wolf: Miss Lamb is definitely walking into enemy territory here tonight, Mark. Of that, I have no doubt. But I am confident she will be well prepared for any reaction she gets, and will have her focus on the woman across the ring from her.

Mai: I disagree, furball! Valerie Lamb gets cheered everywhere she goes, and when she hears all these idiots screaming for her opponent, it’s going to affect her. It has to! They are both egomaniacs after all!

Mark: That remains to be seen, Mai. Let’s send it up to Cory, we’re going to kick this off with the number one contender to the Future Shock Championship Jo McFarlane as she meets one half of the Meanest Girls in Holly Adams!




Cory Kincaid: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

The melodic pacing of “Forever or Never” plays out over the speakers, dousing the arena in bright pink light, which strobe with each synthetic beat. The crowd cheers as Jo McFarlane walks out of the back, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

I don’t believe in miracles, I never did.
Nothering every happens here, so sick of it.
I, I, told you I, I, I need to get, something new.
I long for something mystical, hysterical,
Dark and tantric, sexual…

During the first verse, Jo walks down the ramp to the beat of the music, smiling to the fans and extending her hand to clap those of the fans. She reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns towards the stairs, ascending them and jumping onto the top rope.

Cory: She hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing 124 pounds, Jo McFarlane!

I’m not gonna live forever!
(Say) I’m not gonna live forever!
Better make it now or never! (ever, ever)
I;m not gonna live forever!
(Say) I’m not gonna live forever!
Better make it now or never! (Forever or never!)

During the chorus, Jo throws both hands upwards, saluting to the crowd before lowering her hands and jumping off the rope in a perfect forward flip, landing on her feet. From there she walks into a corner and limbers up and the music fades out.

Cory: And her opponent from Los Angeles, California, she weighs in at 110 pounds Holly Adams!!!

"You can talk all you want, but my skin is really thick,"
"I'm the leader of the crowd, and my game is really slick,"
"I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable."

The chorus to Kat De Luna's, "Unstoppable," kicks in full force around the arena as the camera zooms in to the stage, from the curtain steps out the trio of Holly Adams and Madelyn McTaggart flanking Randy Hale. Both girls take one of Randy's outstretched hands as he twirls both girls into him as they taunt for the crowd. Both girls then blow kisses to the camera with a deadly smirk as they begin their descent to the ring.

"Save your pity for tomorrow when I smash it like a ball,"
"In the club, on the news I'll be rockin' like a rock star,"
"I'm unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable"

The girls start to snicker at some of the fans sitting along ringside, as the camera focuses on Holly now. She puts her hand in the face of a few of the fans as the trio makes it to the bottom of the ramp. Randy points along the ring to the girls as they take their cue and walk along the ring apron as Randy gets into the ring.

"So Supersonic, almost ironic, I play it like a game of chess,"
"You wanna ride like a queen, well here you've got the best,"
"I've got the moves to the groove, you like to imitate it,"
"And that's for free, yeah that's me, uh-huh."

The girls walk halfway along the ring apron, and both hop up on to it. They look directly into the cameras and blow yet another kiss to the booing crowd. Holly gets up and sits on the middle rope, allowing Madelyn to bend through first, who shakes her butt for the camera, Holly then gets in quickly after her. She grabs a hold of the top rope and bends down sensually before flipping her hair and winking at the camera as Randy walks up behind both girls and wraps an arm around them as the music dies down.


Mark: What a match we have right here for all of you watching on PPV. We are going to see Jo McFarlane taking on Holly Adams.

CCM: Both of these women have been on a roll. Jo has been one of the most improved wrestlers of the year thus far whereas Holly has been dominating the Unity scene along with her partner Madelyn as part of the Meanest Girls.

Mark: Tonight however isn’t about Unity. It’s about two women looking to make an impact on a big stage. Will Jo keep her momentum going or will Holly get the best of her?

Melinda Davis is standing in the center of the ring and she looks at Jo and Holly, along with Madelyn and Randy standing outside the ring. She looks at the two and tells them to go backstage. Everyone in the audience erupts into cheers as Madelyn and Randy argue it.

Mark: Great decision by Melinda Davis here… Let it be an even playing field and see if Holly can beat Jo on her own.

CCM: I have to applaud Miss Davis on making that decision before the match even started. Let’s get a great match not something of highway robbery.

Madelyn and Randy make their way backstage leaving Holly in the center of the ring to mouth a few words Melinda’s way. However Melinda calls for the bell and Jo doesn’t bother waiting as she sprints across the ring to where Holly is standing. She sneaks up behind Holly as she wraps her up with an arm and a leg and sends her backwards right against the mat with a Russian leg sweep. The crowd erupts into cheers as Jo has an early advantage.  Holly slowly rises up clutching at her back in pain but Jo is already up on her feet. She sprints towards the ropes and when she comes back she sends a dropkick that sends Holly back down against the mat. Jo doesn’t waste any time hooking a leg for the pinfall as Davis drops down making the count.

One…


Two…


Holly however is able to get a shoulder up as Jo smiles rising back up to the mat.

Mark: Jo isn’t playing tonight as she is taking things very seriously and bringing it against Holly.

CCM: There is a reason why Jo is right smack in the middle of the Future Shock Championship hunt and she is showcasing why tonight.

Jo drags Holly towards the ropes as she tucks the blonde underneath an arm. She slowly brings her towards the top of the turnbuckle showing signs of going for a tornado ddt but Holly finally begins to fight back as she drives a fist against Jo’s side. Jo breaks her grip and Holly follows up by grabbing Jo by the hair and delivering a headbutt against her head. Jo grabs at her head in pain as Holly tucks her head underneath her arm and without hesitation she lifts the ginger off of the top turnbuckle sending the both of them on the mat with a superplex. Both women are laid out in the center of the ring with Holly stirring first.

Mark: Did you see how high Holly lifted Jo into the air with that superplex?!

CCM: Jo’s back certainly has to be killing her. Who knows if Jo even knows where she is right now.

Holly turns over as she crawls over to Jo throwing an arm over the knocked out red head.



One…



Two…


Jo is the one to kick out this time… Barely but she kicks out. Holly is livid as she can’t believe. She rises back up to her feet as she grabs Jo by the hair yanking the girl up to her feet by the root of her head. In the process she pulls out strands of Jo’s hair and violently irish whips Jo into a corner. Jo’s back collides with the corner turnbuckle with a loud thud, and Holly takes the time to back up a few feet as she rushes towards Jo going for what appears to be a running spear. Just as she reaches Jo, The Scottish beauty jumps up causing Holly to hit the corner. Jo then uses her body to sunset flip over Holly as she wraps her tightly for a nice pin fall.

CCM: Sunset flip out of nowhere. Jo could have this won!


One…



Two….



Holly however uses both of her legs like a scissor to squeeze around the head of Jo as she causes her to break the pinfall.


Mark: Jo was inches away from winning it here in Indiana but Holly finds a way out.

CCM: These two are putting on quite the wrestling clinic Mark and I think these fans are loving it.


Holly however couldn’t care less as she stares at the fans and begins to flip her hair. This causes the fans to boo her loudly and she blows them off as she lifts Jo off of the ground. She stares at her in the face and arches her hand back slapping Jo as hard as she can against her face. The slap is so hard that she leaves a red palm print on Jo’s face. Jo reaches for her face to soothe herself from the pain and that’s when Holly drives a back elbow right to Jo’s face causing the Scottish beauty’s head to snap back. Jo is planted in the corner and Holly grabs Jo’s head tucking it underneath an arm. She smiles as she looks towards the center of the ring and begins to sprint forward before jumping up and planting Jo right into the mat with a running bulldog. Holly stands up clapping her hands together before turning Jo over and sitting her upright. She capitalizes on this advantage before sprinting against the ropes and driving her own drop kick against the face of Jo. She stands up staring down at Jo in disgust.

Holly: THAT is how you do my Blonde, Beautiful, Perfect…

The fans begin to boo her louder as Holly fires some vicious kicks to the lower back of Jo.

Mark: My God one has to wonder what kind of damage Holly is inflicting to Jo’s head.

CCM: Holly is blatantly targeting the head and I don’t know how much more of this Jo will be able to take.


Holly wraps her curvy legs around the neck of Jo in a leg scissors, and she squeezes them tight together.

Holly: Ask her! Ask her!

Holly screams as she squeezes even tighter. Melinda walks over towards Jo and begins to ask her if she gives up by Jo quickly shakes her head refusing to give into the demands of the blonde. Jo frustrated tries to kick her legs upwards but they are to no avail. Jo however doesn’t stop as she does it again and again. Finally Jo manages to arch her legs upwards that her knees land against Holly’s stomach. Jo has efficiently broke the hold and now she is back on her feet as Holly is trying to rise back up to her feet.  Holly is back on her feet and Jo is screaming for Holly to turn around as everyone in the audience is backing her on with loud cheers.

Mark: Everyone in Indianapolis is cheering Jo on, and you can rest assured she will be looking to end this.

CCM: If Holly doesn’t acknowledge this, this match could very well be over.

Holly however is back on her feet and as soon as she turns around she strikes viciously launching her Beauty Killer kick right at head of Jo. Jo however ducks underneath it as she ends up behind  Holly. Holly turns around and is met by a rare Pele Kick from Jo that sends The Los Angeles beauty to the ground, and the crowd erupts.

Mark: What a pele kick out of nowhere!!!

CCM: This crowd has erupted, and Jo is offering a smile Mark.

Jo does smile and she doesn’t waste any time to run towards the ropes springboarding off of them. She leaps off landing a Springboard Splash right onto Holly.

Mark: Drop!

CCM: Dead!

Mark & CCM: DEVOTION!!!!

She remains on top of Holly as all the fans in the arena count together.

One!


Two!


Three!!!



Ding Ding Ding….


Cory: And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall… Jo McFarlane!!!!!!!!!!


Jo stands up as she raises her hands high in the air. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as she exits the ring making her way up the ramp. As Holly stirs in the ring grimacing at the way she lost.


No More Talking?

*Shaelin Marie O'Hara is backstage, pulling on a pair of black fingerless gloves as she speaks:*

SMO’H: “Finally, the time has arrived.

“No more talking.

“No more pompous bullshit.

“Just action.

“Just me and a ladder and a title shot and seven women standing between my shot.

“I know that all that I’ve done in other places means nothing compared to what I will do here, but it bears mentioning anyway:

“First official match was a First Blood Match. I won that.

“In the now defunct eWo, I only lost one televised match. Granted, I only competed in about six or seven matches, but the point stands. And that loss was against a former World Champion. In a No Disqualification Match.

“And that’s just the hell I’ve gone through in MATCHES. The personal hell I have had to endure is another, longer story.

“I’m going to walk out there tonight, knowing that while Ricky may not be by my side here, I know he’ll be watching and cheering me on just like the tens of thousands here in Indianapolis, the city that Larry Bird and Peyton Manning and The Brickyard put on the map. And when I walk out of here with a star in my hands, he’ll be there waiting to tell me how proud he is of me. Just like he always does.

“I’m not just doing this for me, I’m not just doing this for him, I’m not just doing this for my two brothers who left parts of themselves behind in Iraq, and I’m not just doing this for everyone watching. I’m doing this for every person who has been told that they didn’t belong, that they didn’t deserve to follow their dreams or to have their dreams come true. I do this for them.

“Tonight, I reach into the sky and bring a star home with me.”

*She then walks out of wherever she was and joins up with her usual security entourage as she walks to the ring....*


She Doesn't Need Luck

With the camera positioned in an extremely low angle, the incredibly sexy Valentina Lozano, dressed in the black & silver studded version of her wrestling gear, and the alluring Amazon, Isis Morales, wearing a black cutout jumpsuit and high heel boots, are standing by having a conversation with each other.

Valentina: You know the best thing that I love about what I do, chica? Putting insignificants in their place.

Valentina giggles while Isis gives a smile. Then, Valentina casually looks down at the camera with a smug tone, while Isis follows suit, her muscular arms crossed in front of her.

Valentina: Humility…(giggles) Ah yes, it’s such a powerful emotion. I’d put it right there with respect, love, and so many others built to strengthen the self-esteem of a person. But the difference with humility is no one wants to set themselves up for that kind of torture, knowing that it becomes a part of your life and it will never go away, no matter how hard you try to erase it from your feeble little mind.

Valentina takes a moment before refocusing on the camera.

Valentina: Tonight, that fate will fall upon seven women. And I for one have no doubt who those seven women are. And though I find this being a ladder match to be a joke, it does have its fair share of irony, depicting the hierarchy of the women in this match and where they belong in the grand scheme of things.
 
Tifa Heafy, Emi Yamamoto, Shaelin O'Hara, Candi, "The BOING Machine" Hayley Dark, Leona Vega, Crystal Hate…seven women who have preened yourself for weeks with pride by saying they will be the last woman standing and grabbing that #1 Contendership to the FFW Television Title for themselves.  And I’m no fool. Your assets to get you to this point are definitely one to be deemed admirable in every way. It’s too bad that your intelligence doesn’t rate the same way. Because you were smart, you would have already realized how little your chances in winning this match are.

Isis: Putos insignificantes, asquerosa, gusanos repugnantes.

Valentina takes a moment clears some hair from her face before looking back down at the camera.

Valentina: Tonight is going to be a special night for so many reasons. But not to bore you on the details, just focus on the #1 reason why this night will be special, that being the most dominant female in this match is going to do what she is born to do….be victorious.  And that female happens to be a Modern Day Goddess. I stomp on skanks like you for breakfast. And you know what? My boots are going to have some fun tonight. So tonight consider yourselves rungs to my ascension when I climb that ladder and take what is mine. Because what I want, I get….always.

Valentina throws back her hair and unleashes her trademark sexy laugh.

Valentina: No need to wish me luck, bitches.

With Isis still looking at the camera with a callous intimidating stare, Valentina blows a kiss to the camera. Then with a smug look on her face, Valentina raises her booted foot and lowers it on the camera, the sole of her boot covering the lens to black.


The Chamber Awaits

A brief video package shows the FFW faithful from the last time they had an Elimination Chamber match before we see pictures that were posted on Samantha Star’s Twitter account in recent weeks. And the words “Chaos Theory” appears on the screen as the fans in the arena watching pop for this. We then cut away to see Kinsey DeCaro along with her husband, whom had seen far better days since the last time he appeared on FFW television. The married couple are discussing no doubt her match later tonight against Jessika Hexstar as they are approached by the owner of the company, Samantha Star.

Dominic glances over to the redhead as she approaches, offering her a handshake which Samantha accepts.

Dominic: Miss Star, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Samantha: Likewise, Mr. DeCaro. I’m glad to see you are still supporting your wife by coming to these shows. After what happened at the Velocity show in China, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you chose to ...cheer her on from afar.

Kinsey: Good evening Miss Star. He’s incredibly supportive like that and I’m really glad that he’s here with me. Tonight, seeing me beat that…

An evil smile crosses her face for a moment.

Kinsey:...witch like a dog. After all the things she done to us - both directly and that she’s orchestrated - it’s going to be exactly what she deserves. After tonight there won’t be a lot left of her. Maybe just enough for another member of her coven to scoop her up and make something useful of it.

Samantha: Well I am sure you are ready for that. And funnily enough, I may have some information on who caused all of this to start with in the very near future. I’m convinced I know who put this particular...bug in Ms. Hexstar’s ear about your involvement in my kidnapping. But as I have said more than once, I don’t believe you had anything at all to do with it. Some people only need an inch to take a mile. But that’s not the main reason I wanted a moment of your time.

Kinsey looks a little confused at the statement.

Kinsey: Thank you for the support Ms. Star, it means a lot to me and I’d love to hear any information you might have on who told her.

She gives her a husband a glance.

Kinsey: But if that’s not the main reason that you’re here then I’m intrigued to find out why you have taken time out of your busy schedule to come and talk to me.

Samantha: I know it’s a bit of time into the future, but Cody and myself have put together what we feel is going to be ...showstopping main event on March 29 for our Chaos Theory Pay Per View. You’ve no doubt seen the pictures on Twitter and saw it hanging over the ring at Velocity. In the main event of Chaos Theory that night, it will be an Elimination Chamber for the FFW Evolution Championship. And I am here to inform you that you will be one of the six women chosen to compete inside it.

Kinsey looks stunned at the announcement.

Kinsey: I...Me...Elimination….Evolution….

She shakes her head.

Kinsey: Thank you. I don’t know what to say, I can’t believe that you’re putting me into the Chamber with a chance to win the Evolution Championship. Thank you….I...it’s a tremendous show of faith. Thank you. It’s awesome, amazing and I’m going to make sure you don’t regret this decision. I promise you I’m coming to make the most of this opportunity.

Beaming she looks at Dominic.

Kinsey: Like I’m in a dream. It’s incredible. I can’t believe it. It’s amazing.

Dominic: I’ve seen those matches before, they are something else!

Samantha: I agree, it is quite the decider when you have a large group of women all in contention for the same title as we do in the Evolution division. As time goes by, Cody and I will be naming the other participants, but that is then. Tonight, I don’t want to dilute your focus. You have more than enough to think about with Jessika.

Kinsey nods.

Kinsey: Yeah Jessika. I’m killing that bitch. No fire, no stake, just going to cause her to lose an awful lot of blood. Making her so pale that even Casper the Ghost is thinking that she’s maybe a little bit on the pale side. And if that oversized Sasquatch she’s been hanging out with tries to get involved then I’ll drop him too. Tonight, Jessika’s going to pay dearly. Sin & Sacrifice was just a warm up, tonight I turn it up to eleven.

Dominic looks to his wife as the camera shows the intensity in the blonde’s eyes before we cut to a commercial for One Night Stand.

[Adam Grant]

Mark: Our following contest of the night is a ladder match worth a shot at the coveted Television Championship, featuring eight of FFW's most promising superstars. And joining me at this moment here at the commentary table is another woman who has guaranteed a chance to fight for that very belt in the near future in Destiny Campbell. Welcome to the VIP seats, Ms. Campbell.

Destiny: Much obliged, Mr. Horton. Like you said... Knowing that I have assured an opportunity for the championship these eight young ladies are fighting for, it would be foolish of me to ignore this match... For I may be in the path of one of them.

We're then taken to the center of the ring, where Cory Kincaid, the ring announcer, is ready to begin the party!

Cory: The following match is an eight-woman ladder match scheduled for one fall, with the winner earning an FFW Television Championship shot!

As 'Moonchild' by Iron Maiden starts to pick up the pace, all the lights go out except for a solitary green spotlight at the top of the ramp. Two figures step from behind the curtains, one of them raising what looks like a baseball bat. The figures being Kimmi Hate dressed like Harley Quinn as she holds the bat, and Crystal Hate, wearing a long trench coat over her ring attire. The two sisters slowly walk down the ramp way as the fan show their displeasure in the duo.

Cory: Introducing first, escorted to the ring by Kimmi Hate... From Victoria, Minnesota... CRYSTAL HATE!

At the bottom of the ramp, Crystal took off her coat and handed it to Kelli before heading up the steps and hopped into the ring. Their music die down and give place to 'Naughty Naughty' by Porcelain Black, as Hayley Dark bounds out from behind the curtain, waving manically to the crowd. The #1 contender for the Future Shock Championship Gabrielle Crimson walks out beside her, and the two of them share a high-five before Hayley charges down the ramp, flipping off the guardrail, and dives into the ring.

Cory: From Leeds, England... "The BOING Machine", HAYLEY DARK!

As Hayley puts on her crazy parkour number inside the ring, 'Kill the Lights' by Britney Spears blare thorugh the PA and the lights go down to a white flashing strobe effect. Candi comes out and struts her way down the entrance ramp, smiling and waving to the fans.

Cory: From Vancouver, British Columbia... CANDI!

She keeps this up to the ring where she makes her way up the steps and under the middle rope and steps around inside the ring throwing out some more waves to the crowd. Her music dies down, and "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage. Valentina Lozano steps onto the stage, along with her bodyguard, Isis, and her PA, Domingo Gara, who is there to announce her.

Domingo: It's my pleasure to introduce to you degenerates, for the amusement of the filth of humanity present in this very arena... From the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California, by way of Toronto, Ontario, Canada… WORSHIP and CONTEMPLATE the PERFECTION of… VALENTINA LOZANO!

As they reach the ringside area, Valentina walks up the stairs and walks across the edge of the ring, with Isis climbing up to join her. Then Isis holds the ropes for Valentina as she enters the ring, while Isis easily steps over the ropes soon after. Much to their chagrin, their music quickly dies down to "When The Rain Comes Down" by Andy Taylor, as Shaelin O'Hare enters the arena through one of the ground level crowd tunnels, UFC-style, before climbing the barricade and sliding in the ring.

Cory: From Miles City, Montana, "The Predator Princess" SHAELIN O'HARA!

"Hekira no Sora e Izanaedo" echoes across the arena. Emi Yamamoto reveals herself on the stage and blows the fans a kiss and raises her hands to show her appreciation for their support. She skips down the ring waving to her fans with a smile on her face.

Cory: From Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Osaka, Japan... EMI YAMAMOTO!

After giving high fives to a couple of nearby fans, Emi jumps onto the ring apron where she turns to face the crowd. She blows them another kiss before she scissor jumps over the top rope and into the ring.  "Danger! High Voltage" by Electric Six starts to blare through the P.A. system and from the back running comes Tifa Heafy with a giant smile on her face. The crowd cheers for the super excitable Tifa as she begins to walk to the ring slapping all the hands that are in front of her.

Cory: From Chigago, Illinois... TIFA HEAFY!

When at ringside Tifa sprints into the ring and pops up to her feet before going to the turnbuckles to pose for the fans. The flute introduction of "Animal" plays through the sound system, as Leona comes out. She looks over the booing crowd, as her manager Mikaela Demidov comes right behind her, patting her on the shoulder. Leona then treks down the entrance ramp, soaking in the crowd's boos, until she reaches the midway point.

Cory: And their final opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico... "The Warrior Lioness" LEONA VEGA!

She then sprints and hops onto the ring apron, and in the same impact, she hops over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring.

Mark: That's it, all eight of them are in the ring, and this is going to get CRAZY any time soon. Do you have any remarks about this match in particular, Destiny?

Destiny: Only that I wait with bated breath to know how much these ladies are willing to give to become worthy of the honor of fighting for a championship belt, given the predicaments of this very match.

As soon as the eight wrestlers are inside the ring and ready to go, referee Jennifer Stringer signals for the timekeeper to ring the bells... And immediately runs for her own safety! sure enough, as soon as the match is officially underway, the eight women start making a complete MESS inside the ring, going to war with one another, tangling in such a crazy way one can barely see who's fighting who. The next thing that can be seen is that there's a mess of women falling out of the ring just like water spilling from an overfilled glass, as the match basically goes to ringside, with the exception of Hayley Dark and Valentina Lozano. The Latin Goddess and the BOING Machine look at one another before silently agreeing to not go after one another inside the ring without ladders to reach, so instead they rush to the same set of ropes and cross the ring, facing the entrance ramp as they fly into the mass of women at ringside!... Or rather, Hayley does that, as Valentina graciously pauses in her way just short of hitting the ropes, rolling to the outside with relative ease and walking past the pile of women in order to get her hands on the 15' ladder that's right behind them. Valentina then throws the ladder into the ring - bad move, as she's weaponless to face off against Hayley, who grabs her by the back of her attire, dragging her backwards. Lozano stumbles backwards, but is able to recover her balance just in time to duck under Dark's triangle leg lariat as the pink haired Brit bounces onto the apron and then flies into Valentina for no avail. Instead of turning around to meet Hayley, though, Valentina strikes her with a strong backfist before shooting herself back into the ring, that is already crowded with Shaelin and Crystal as they're catfighting on the mat.

Destiny: Indeed, Mr. Horton, things got... "crazy" really fast.

Mark: There's some fast paced craze inside the ring right now, and there was no way to tell who had begun the match in the best situation until Valentina Lozano broke out from the crowd. Let's see how this develops.

As Valentina starts setting up the ladder in the center of the ring, two more women who had fallen off the ring quickly join her: Leona, who prefers to wait as she sees the other woman go straight after Valentina, and Candi, who just jumps real close to Valentina, making the Latina jump to her back in shock. Candi bows nimbly and... apologizes? before grabbing Valentina by the arm and throwing her into the closest corner. While Candi gets ready to clothesline Valentina into next week, Leona takes upon herself the mission of setting up the 15' ladder in the center of the ring. A second 15' ladder joins the mix, thrown in by Emi Yamamoto. Leona finishes setting up the first ladder, but eventually grabs the second to use as a weapon to brush off the other contenders. Behind Leona's back, Tifa has rolled into the ring. Candi indeed clotheslines Valentina, who's now sitting against the bottom turnbuckle and gasping for air. As Candi turns around, Leona throws the ladder to the dancer.

Leona: FETCH!

Candi grabs the ladder, unsure of what to do with it, only for Leona to leap on the ladder's frame and shining wizard the lights out of her. In the meanwhile, Tifa is halfway up the ladder Leona had set up, and Emi is coming up from the other side. The Lioness notices that, and makes a beeline for them... only for Hayley Dark to grab her by the leg and drag her out of the ring! Leona hits her face flat into the mat before being dragged out, reaching ringside completely dizzy, only to be taken down by a vicious jumping lariat by the Boing Machine.

Destiny: I am rather amused with the brash way Ms. De La Vega behaves inside the ring. The usage of that spare ladder was quite smart.

Mark: But that didn't help her from Hayley's attack, though, and now the BOING Machine is all over the Lioness.

Inside the ring, Emi and Tifa are now facing off atop the ladder, throwing punches like mad. Much to Emi's surprise, Shaelin bounces on the mid rope and flies into her, making the Japanese Butterfly lose a bit of her balance, and both of them collapse from the top of the ladder. Tifa isn't doing much better, as Crystal Hate has got a firm grip on her leg, trying to pull her down. Tifa grabs the top rung of the ladder with all her strength, and as Crystal tugs on the Tiger's foot, the ladder tips to a side, eventually falling to the side. Valentina is back up as she picks up the ladder that was being held by Candi, stepping over the dancer and then... standing like a deer under the headlights in the center of the ring, unsure if she should set the ladder up or use it a a weapon. The answer comes when Shaelin manages to fight Emi off and goes straight after Valentina. The redhead eats the metal as the Latin knockout smacks her to the face as she spins the ladder. Tifa rushes into Valentina as she has her back to the Tiger and dropkicks her into the rope, forcing the ladder frame against her chest, and Lozano goes down again. With free space, Crystal sets up the ladder that tipped, and starts climbing it. Tifa quickly sets up the second ladder right beside the first one and climbs it from the opposite side of Crystal, and quickly meets the occultist at the top. Things get messier as Emi and Hayley, who's successfully climbed back to the ring, leap on the empty ends of each ladder, and a major 4-way punch-out begins.

Mark: Two ladders and four wrestlers fighting it our for a chance at gold! Emi Yamamoto, Hayley Dark, Tifa Heafy and Crystal Hate are all hanging for dear life atop those ladders, trying to shake the opposition off no matter what it takes!

Destiny: They are wrestling with very few balance, for there is but a strip of metal holding their feet from a fifteen-foot drop. Wrestlers can be quite reckless at given times...

Hayley and Emi manage to make Crystal and Tifa lose their balances with their punches, and eventually start fending off to see which one of them will have the best chance at unhooking the case. From outside of the ring, though, comes Leona! The Lioness bounces on the top rope coming from the apron and dropkicks THE LADDER, making it rock and slowly fall to the side again, but this time with a much faster speed than before! Hayley manages to escape as she leaps back to the floor, but Emi inadvertently holds on as she falls, collapsing from the top of the ladder straight to ringside, landing on her side, as her bad arm - the one Ignis tweaked during an SVW match - gets the worst of the fall! She immediately lets a LOUD shriek of pain, as the coaches rush to where she is.

Mark: Uh-oh! Emi just landed as bad as bad can be!

Destiny: I can sense it that she can no longer fight. We are now down to seven competitors.

Mark: You may be right, Destiny, as we have trainers and EMT checking on Emi at ringside.

While all this unfolds, Candi is now wrestling with Valentina. The dancer has the upper hand on Lozano, eventually bringing her to her feet and whipping her across the ring. Valentina eventually trips on the fallen ladder and falls straight into hayley, and another mess of women is formed, as they eventually collapse all over Tifa and Shaelin just as well, just as the redhead and the Tiger were getting back to their perfect balances. Crystal and Leona are now the ones with the best fitness inside the ring. Crystal eventually grabs the ladder Tifa left behind and quickly corrects this situation as she strikes Leona, striking her with the tip of the ladder and forcing the luchadora out of the ring with it. Crystal makes a beeline for her as she exits the ring. What Crystal is oblivious to is that there's a third 15' ladder sitting right between the announce table and the ring. Leona, very thief-like, grabs the ladder and strikes a low blow to Crystal by lifting the ladder frame into her crotch. As Crystal doubles over, Leona gets up, a bit wobbly, and sets the third ladder at ringside.

Mark: ... ANOTHER ladder?! What IS Leona thinking?!

Locking aim at the people inside the ring, Leona takes a leap of faith, crashing down like a meteor all over Shaelin, Hayley, Tifa and Valentina, as Candi looks from afar!

Leona's low blow to Crystal wasn't anything incapacitating, though, as the Hate sister quickly rolls back into the ring. Since there's a ladder that's already set up in there, Crystal starts climbing, only for Candi to finally react: the dancer goes after Crystal, leaping on her back, trying to drag Hate off the ladder. Despite Candi's efforts, Crystal manages to climb another rung... Only for Candi to gain support on the lowest rung and be able to hug Crystal by the waist and suplex her away from the ladder and into the mat. Both Candi and Crystal take a bad fall, as Candi lands on her back right where her piercings are, and she too lets out a loud shriek of distress. Crystal eventually rolls to the ringside.

Mark: Candi landing with the back of her neck, that sounded like a terribly bad fall. And on that note, we're being informed here at ringside that Destiny Campbell here was right in stating that Emi Yamamoto would be unable to continue. The EMT team is signaling for her to be removed from the match, for the sake of her own physical integrity.

Destiny: As much of an analyst and, in a sense, future teller as I may be... It did not really take a team of medics to realize how bad was Ms. Yamamoto's landing.

Leona is the next one to take her chance, as she gets back up. The Lioness sets the second ladder again, side by side with the first one, and starts climbing it, relying on her speed to make sure the other rising opponents aren't going to get up. Much to her chagrin, Tifa kipp ups to her feet and climbs the parallel ladder, eventually making eye contact with her archrival. Heafy smirks as Vega grimaces, and the two of them start trading punches to see who can take the other out of the ladder first. Tifa eventually scores a punch to Leona's ribcage, temporarily incapacitating the Lioness. The Tiger climbs another rung and slaps her own leg, before...

Tifa: EAT THIS, THUNDER BIATCH!!!

And in some kind of suicidal move, Tifa lets go of the ladder control she had with her hands, spinning on one heel and striking Leona with a big boot TO THE FACE!!! Both of them obviously crumble, but Leona seems to be completely out of it. In the meanwhile, Valentina and Shaelin are exchanging blows on the mat as well. From horizontal fighting, they eventually bring themselves to their feet, not giving up on the offense. They are, though, oblivious to Hayley, who eventually joins them as she strikes an incredible double missile dropkick, striking each one of them with one leg. As the three of them crumble, Hayley quickly bounces - or better BOINGs. She even yelled that as she made the kipp up - back to her feet and waits for Tifa to get back up, teasing the BOING Blaster!

Mark: Hayley has coiled and is ready to attack! Tifa won't like what's waiting for her...

Destiny: Ms. Dark's move pool may be effective but... I do not really believe that onomatopoeia was necessary...

As Tifa gets up, she knows she's in for trouble as the crowd roars higher, and she ducks JUST IN TIME to avoid the Exploder! Hayley rolls back to her feet and bounces on the ropes, and as Tifa gets back up, she's struck with another of Hayley's deadly moves, as the diminutive pink-haired dynamo bounces on the bottom rope and leaps into Tifa, executing a whirling Hurricanrana that sends Heafy flying across the ring!

Mark: AFRAID OF THE DARK!

Destiny: ... who would not be?

Hayley then directs her attention to the case as she begins climbing the ladder. But she isn't two rungs in as Valentina shows up and quickly runs three rungs up, eventually getting an early advantage over Hay... Nope. Hayley executes a VIOLENT mule kick that strikes Lozano to the hip, making the Latin Goddess crumble like it's nobody's business! From another side, Shaelin is back to her feet, and she seizes the perfect opportunity to knock Hayley off the ladder: just as the English superstar kicks Valentina off the ladder, O'Hara goes UNDERNEATH the ladder and leaps, grabbing the top rung and hanging from it, rocking back and forth until she has enough momentum to kick Hayley away from the ladder! Dark is sent flying into the ropes as she collapses in a bad way holding her stomach, as the Celtic superstar is now stuck on the ladder, with her legs filling up the entire space between two rungs. Not a problem - O'Hara swiftly lets her upper body fall and supports her weight with her hands, slowly bringing her feet out of the trap she put herself into.

Mark: Wow, look at that athleticity! Shaelin O'Hara is showing what she's made of in her debut match in FFW. A lot of style and flexibility.

Destiny: I wonder if she measured the consequences before that reckless move. She could have hurt herself kicking the ladder's frame.

Shaelin manages to free herself, getting back to her feet and nodding to her own athleticity with a sly smirk before climbing up the ladder that is a little bit AWAY From the briefcase. Shaelin eventually reaches the top of the ladder without any kind of problems, until she realizes she's going to need to jump to the other ladder to grab the prize. The Celtic star then goes ALL THE WAY up, balancing herself atop the top rung of the ladder, slowly trying to reach the other ladder... And with a risky move, she places one foot on the other ladder! She struggles a bit to keep her balance, but manages to stay on her feet, even if with her legs dangerously wide open and 15 feet from the mat!

Mark: Not a good predicament, she's trying to balance herself on top of two ladders that are not willing to play nice AT ALL...

Destiny: Mrs. O'Hara definitely does not measure consequences.

O'Hara then looks below to check on the dangers looking at her. Hayley is getting back up, as well as Valentina sprawled near there. Tifa, Leona and Crystal are nowhere to be seen (another camera would eventually catch them in a three-way punch-out at ringside). Seeing as Hayley and Valentina are dangerously close, and the ladders are going to stray apart if Shaelin makes any other moves, the redhead decides to take the risk and LEAPS!

Mark: Whoa, wait up! LEAP OF FAITH!

Shaelin lands a picture perfect senton to Hayley and Valentina, but takes a HUGE backlash from that, as the BOING Machine and the Predator roll to the ringside. One of the two ladders tip to the side and falls on the ropes , closing itself and collapsing to the mat. As if on cue, Leona has apparently shrugged off Tifa and Crystal, as she rolls back into the ring. Crystal and Tifa eventually make a beeline for her. They're also joined by the blissfully reawakened Candi. Leona grabs the fallen ladder and uses it as a shield, eventually striking Crystal to the stomach with it. Liking the result of that, Leona spins with the ladder in hands, eventually striking Candi, but Tifa rolls to ringside for safety. Heafy watches from the best seats in the house, though, as Crystal jumps Leona and wraps her arms around her neck in an improvised submission attempt... or a way to take the air out of Leona's lungs. The Lioness' legs give out, and the both of them collapse, rolling out of the ring, and only then Crystal lets go of Leona. The Mexican wrestler eventually brings herself to her feet, but VERY dizzy. That's when Crystal lets a LOUD war cry and rushes into Leona... Only for Leona to grab her by the arm and execute the most dreaded move in wrestling: the Hip Toss OF DOOM, right onto the announcer table!... But not the announcer table you're thinking about…

Quique Contreras: ¡Estas chicas nos van a matar!

Esteban Maroto: ¡Ay, que condiciones insalubres de trabajo!

Mark: Doesn't seem like our friends at the Spanish announce table are too happy.

Destiny: Since when there is a Spanish-speaking announce table around here?

Mark: Where do you think Crazy Millar goes whenever we have a guest commentator?

Leona, drained of her energy, lets herself collapse over Crystal, on the Spanish announce table, that hasn't yet broken. but this issue will soon be done with, as Tifa rolls back into the ring, only to test the top rope, jump onto it and soar high in the air, flying into Leona and Crystal with a big air elbow drop! But wait - Leona rolls out of the way in the nick of time, and Tifa crashes into Crystal, and NOW the table shatters!

Mark: Whoops. Looks like our friends over there aren't really happy about their first impressions of Indianapolis.

Destiny: Perks of the job.

Tifa and Crystal are now completely offline, as Leona rushes back into the ring, where Shaelin and Valentina are catfighting it out. As Candi jumps in to separate the two of them, Leona is denied her entrance into the ring, as Hayley comes from out of nowhere and drags the Lioness back to ringside, hitting her up the head with a huge elbow strike to the skull. Candi and Valentina are now trading punches and other gentlenesses, after Valentina blinded Shaelin with an eye rake. Candi gets the same treatment, as well as a resounding slap to the face. The dancerstaggers around, as Valentina adjusts the set ladder in the center of the ring so she can go for the prize. But surprise! It takes more than that to take Shaelin out! The Celtic wrestler leaps into Valentina and finds space to execute a Hurricanrana... NO!!! Valentina plants her feet and powerbombs O'Hara into the mat! As Shaelin rolls out of the way, Valentina smierks as she's ready to climb the ladder again... but Candi leaps next to her and ALMOST MISSES a piston kick to the Latin knockout's jaw! Valentina crumbles... and in a clumsy sort of way, so does Candi, but she quickly brings herself up and hops with happiness before pointing upwards, much to the crowd's delight, and climbing up those rungs to success!

Mark: New contender! New contender! Candi has an open way and she's going to do it!

Candi reaches the top of the ladder with relative ease, and hugs the briefcase! The crowd explodes as the dancer pumps her fist happily... But Jennifer Stringer is still waiting on something for the match to end...

...

Destiny: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Does she really fail to understand what she ha to do?!

Mark: You need to unhook it, Candi! Come on, you're a click away from this contendership!

Candi looks down at Stringer, who's instructing her to unhook the case from the wire, and seems to be at loss -- "Wasn't I supposed to GRAB the case? Well, I GRABBED it! I'm STILL GRABBING it!" --, for a collective groan. The fun ends when Hayley Dark comes back into the ring and with a single move, dislocates the ladder, again making it tip and collapse! Candi, though, as a firm grip on the briefcase, as she hangs fifteen feet above the mat! She shakes her legs in despair as she doesn't even know what to do anymore and... Well, all eyes are on her now!

Mark: I don't know if Candi WANTS to unhook that case now! Hayley tipped the ladder but I don't believe she expected Candi to actually hold on to the case!

Instead of being an enemy, though, Hayley tells Candi to let go of the case and she'll help her down. Candi shakes her head negatively -- "No! My briefcase! I win!" -- as she keeps shaking and rattling like crazy. Crystal Hate, though, has an alternative way of solving this problem: picking up a small, 3' ladder, she takes aim and SPEARS it into Candi! As the diminutive ladder strikes the dancer's spine, Candi immediately reaches for her back... eventually letting go of the case... You know what happens next.

Destiny: HAH! Now that is smart thinking: Ms. Hate used that small ladder as a weapon, and behold as the problem has solved itself!

Mark: That was a nasty impact to Candi's ribcage. Although that small 3-foot ladder may look light, being used as a pitch by Crystal Hate sure makes it pack a punch.

And while all this happens, Leona gets back into the ring, sneaking up behind Hayley and shoving her to the corner. Flipping the BOING Machine over, Leona executes a picture perfect monkey flip, sending Hayley flying into the fallen ladder's frame. Dark shrieks in pain holding her chest, and Leona rolls back to her feet with a victorious smirk, oblivious that Shaelin is back to her feet and right behind her! As Leona turns round, after setting the ladder back up, Shaelin is all over her, striking her with an enzuigiri that brings the Lioness to her knees, followed by a spinning heel kick to the back of the Mexican's head, bringing her down for good! Shaelin then brings Leona back to her feet and drags her to the corner, slowly climbing up to the top rope, as she signals it's the end for the Lioness...

Mark: Shaelin has Leona right where she wants! She calls this move the Red Light--

Destiny: No. Wait for it!

NO!!! Before Shaelin can hit the Red Light Suplex, Valentina comes running ON THE ROPES from another side of the ring and grabs Shaelin by the waist as she spins recklessly, scoring a thunderous release superplex that O'Hara INTO THE FALLEN LADDER'S FRAME!!!

Mark: SUPERPLEX INTO THE LADDER!!! These ladies are VICIOUS! And... How did you know that was going to happen?

Destiny: Wild guess.

Valentina then ignores Shaelin as she makes her way to the ladder in the center of the ring. Slowly but surely, she makes her way up each rung. One can tell by her smile that she's really doing it slowly to taunt everybody, as she mouths to herself how great it is to be a goddess. If only she had been faster -- this gives Crystal Hate time to roll back into the ring and YANK Valentina by the legs! Valentina hit her nose against one of the rungs, which eliminates every sense of balance she may have, before Crystal sets her up for one hell of an impact DDT that plants the Goddess' head into the mat!

Mark: Ceremony of Omens! Crystal Hate has hit it! Valentina is OUT!

Hayley watches this from her corner as she rolls back into the ring. Crystal notices Hayley and doesn't climb the ladder, waiting for the Bouncing Brit to come at her first. Hayley does exactly that, but Crystal doesn't expect Dark to actually FAKE OUT, raising her defense for absolutely nothing. When Crystal lowers her defense again, Hayley explodes all over her with a flying lariat... NO! Crystal lifts Hayley in the air and the BOING Machine crashes against the mat! Crystal gets back up, but Tifa is already all over her as she comes from behind and executes a low-height ace crusher, somersaulting over Crystal and planting her face into the mat... But falling with her lower body into the fallen ladder! She squirms in pain just as bad as Crystal does, as the both of them roll out of the ring... that is now, with the exception of a fallen ladder and a set ladder... EMPTY!

Mark: The ring is deserted! Whoever gets up and hits the ring first might have the biggest chance of taking it home!

Destiny: Unless THAT person can avoid it.

Mark: Wha-- What's going on in there?!

After a couple of idle seconds, a commotion happens in the crowd, as someone simply LEAPS over the barrier and makes their way into the ring! Security fails to catch that person with a single move, and the streaker rolls into the ring and makes full advantage of the ladder that's just sitting there right under the briefcase!

Mark: There's a stranger inside the ring! A stranger that has nothing to do with this match!

Destiny: Sometimes it's about making a point, Mr. Horton... And I am waiting to see who it is and what point this person is willing to make.

This person climbs up the ladder pretty damn fast, getting up there in record time, and hugging the briefcase, giving it two taps, before removing the hoodie and revealing herself to be...

Mark: HER?

Destiny CAMPBELL: HER?

Destiny LOVEHEART: I'LL TAKE THIS! THANK YOU!!!

Sure enough, Destiny Loveheart attempts to unhook the briefcase from the wire, but she fumbles. This precious time that she wastes is enough for the seven wrestlers involved in the match to jump her, as they make an effort to, for the fifth time in this match, tip the ladder. Just like Emi Yamamoto, Loveheart falls from the top of the ladder straight into the padded mat at ringside. The other wrestlers quickly roll out of the ring out of her, to make sure she's not welcome in the match. Six of them eventually gang up on her, delivering kicks and punches to her, making sure she won't get up.

Wait. Six?

Mark: LOOK AT LEONA!!!

Leona Vega, the only woman that didn't go after Destiny Loveheart, makes a point to put the ladder back in its place, climbing the rungs one by one, quickly reaching the top! All the other girls have their back to that fact, except for Tifa, who rushes back into the ring and, hopping her way up the rungs, quickly reaches Leona, delivering her arch nemesis a huge smirk, shaking her head negatively. The two of them begin then to trade punches to the face, and each stronger punch meant another rung that they'd climb. They would eventually find themselves on the second-to-last rung, trading punches and desperately trying to regain their balances after every punch. Tifa manages to score two in a row, eventually feeling an advantage, arching her arm backwards for a stronger punch that's sure to knock Vega down!

Mark: Here it comes, straight to the kisser--

And in the fastest, most condensed bit of action in professional clusterfuck wrestling, Tifa swings her arm at Leona, at the same time Shaelin yells that they were going to steal the briefcase. As the group of five abandoned Destiny Loveheart to come back to the ring, Leona ducked under Tifa's arm and managed to grab her by the side of her body, lifting her into an Argentine torture rack, quickly executing a recklessly suicidal move of climbing up to the top rung and leaping, landing ON THE TOP RUNG WITH HER BACK as she speared her knees into Tifa's back with the Pilote!!! Both Tifa and Leona let out a LOUD yell of pain as Tifa collapses INTO THE GROUP and Leona manages to backflip and HOLD ON TIGHT TO THE SECOND-TO-LAST RUNG as the ladder ALMOST FALLS AGAIN!!! Leona shifts ALL of her weight forward to make sure the ladder would come back to its place, and when the ladder lands safely, Leona makes her way back up and grabs the briefcase, finally doing what Candi and Destiny Loveheart were unable to pull off: UNHOOKING THE BRIEFCASE!!!

Mark: LEONA DID IT! By god, of all people that could've done it...

Destiny: In a match full of irresponsible moves performed by reckless hopefuls, I guess the recklessmost of them all had to pick up the victory.

Cory: The winner of this match... LEONA! VEGA!!!

As soon as Leona unhooks the case, she lets her body fall backwards and collapses into the mat from a 15-foot height. The Lioness is holding her back desperately, and Stringer allows her the time to recover before barely bringing her to her knees to raise her arm in victory. And while Tifa looks at Leona with pure hate in her eyes, Shaelin, Crystal, Valentina and Hayley have their eyes fixated in Destiny Loveheart, who's slowly slinking away from the scene. And Candi is just standing there clapping at the fact the match was over, probably thinking she had still won it. Ignoring Cory's announcement completely regardless.


You're Welcome

After a brief commercial for the next FFW Pay Per View, One Night Stand, the cameras head elsewhere in the Lucas Oil Stadium, specifically a skybox. And as the cameras peer in, we find the FFW webmaster Adam Grant sitting across from a pair of women all but unknown to the FFW fanbase. And as the camera creeps closer, Adam spots it and gives a wave.

Adam: FFW faithful around the world watching Anarchy here tonight on Pay Per View, my name is Adam Grant. But you probably know that since you are likely on Twitter and have seen me around on shows before. But tonight for Anarchy, I invited a special guest to join us and watch the show. And she brought a friend.

He gestures towards the rather striking blonde sitting closest to him.

Adam: This is Nevaeh Summers….

Another gesture towards the brunette on her other side.

Adam: And that is Cassandra Mason. Ladies, the world is watching!

Nevaeh smiles at Adam as he has been quite the gracious host to her since stepping foot in Indianapolis

Nevaeh: Thank you very much for the warm introduction dear Adam.  Yes everyone my name is Nevaeh Summers and I come to FFW tonight cause the word I have heard from some very reliable sources..

Nevaeh again smiles in Adam’s direction…

Nevaeh: ...that FFW is a company always on the look out not just for future stars but the cream of the crop of the wrestling industry. I am a woman who settles for nothing but the best so I had to come see for myself just exactly what this entire company was all about. Of course I didn’t come alone as I brought along my dear friend Cassandra, but only her friends, that means me, call her Cassie. Go ahead Cassie introduce yourself

Cassie smirks at the camera

Cassie: Hello FFW and the worldwide audience watching this all right now. Yes you’re welcome that we are here tonight to bring a little class and beauty to the operation. It’s kinda our thing but this isn’t about me right now. Go ahead Nevaeh tell them a little bit more about yourself

Nevaeh perks up

Nevaeh: Gladly baby bird. You see FFW I am not some jolly newcomer looking to make her mark in the wrestling industry. No I’ve already spent nearly a year making my mark on the national stage. What I am doing now is merely going about continuing that dominance. But I want to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that I am anything less than what I say I am. I want to fight the very best that way all those within this fickle industry will not be able to deny me credence. I want to make sure every single wrestler around the world knows just exactly who the best is. I’ve been told I can make all of that happen here in FFW

Nevaeh once more looks at Adam who has a grin going from ear to ear. She then looks back at the camera

Nevaeh: With what I have seen tonight there are some of you who have piqued my interest some. Other’s I’d run through without breaking a sweat. I realize there may be some of you out there who don’t like that but what can I say. I’m just  a gal who deals in facts. For example I’m the most gorgeous thing the almighty ever created. Another is that I got a body that makes men drool and have their wives run to their nearest plastic surgeon to try and replicate. But alas there is only one Nevaeh Summers. Another pure stone cold fact is that If I come to FFW I will beat every single wrestler put forth in front of me. Yes I can hear you all now

Nevaeh now speaks in a mocking, shrieking tone

Nevaeh: “How dare this bitch walk in here and think she’s so bad. That she thinks she can match up with us”

Nevaeh now scoffsng.

Nevaeh: First off I don’t think I am bad, I know I am. As for matching up there is no one in this world I can not beat inside that ring. No one!  Why am i so certain of this? Well that leads me to my favorite fact: There is nothing in this world finer than me.  “The Worlds Finest” isn’t just a cute nickname it’s reality. If you’re lucky you’ll  be able to  see  it first hand. You'll be seeing the arena lights while doing so but that’s par for the course when you get into the ring with me

Nevaeh now grabs a glass of wine from the table stationed between her and Adam

Nevaeh: I must say though I do like the hospitality I have been shown here. It is quite a warm feeling to know the front office treats superstars the way they should be

Nevaeh looks over at Cassie

Nevaeh: Don’t you agree baby bird?

Cassie nods her head as a smile is plastered on her face

Cassie: Yes they certainly do go above and beyond for talents that can take them to heights never seen before.

Nevaeh looks back at Adam as she takes a sip of her wine. Adam glances back to the camera.

Adam: And in 2014, you will get to see Nevaeh make her FFW debut! I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to it. The paperwork is signed and sealed, and it’s only a matter of time now.

He turned his attention to his guest.

Adam: Nevaeh, welcome to FFW!

Nevaeh gives a devilish smirk

Nevaeh: Oh trust me dear Adam it is going to be a marvelous time

She keeps smiling at Adam as Cassie smirks next to her

And on that, the show cuts elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following contest is set for one fall!

"You can talk all you want, but my skin is really thick,"
"I'm the leader of the crowd, and my game is really slick,"
"I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable, I'm Unstoppable."

The chorus to Kat De Luna's, "Unstoppable," kicks in full force around the arena as the camera zooms in to the stage, from the curtain steps out the trio of Holly Adams and Madelyne McTaggert flanking Randy Hale. Both girls take one of Randy's outstretched hands as he twirls both girls into him as they taunt for the crowd. Both girls then blow kisses to the camera with a deadly smirk as they begin their descent to the ring.

"Save your pity for tomorrow when I smash it like a ball,"
"In the club, on the news I'll be rockin' like a rock star,"
"I'm unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable"

The girls start to snicker at some of the fans sitting along ringside, as the camera focuses on Madelyne. She sneers at some fans, waving her hands in a dismissive gesture. Randy points along the ring to the girls as they take their cue and walk along the ring apron as Randy gets into the ring.

"So Supersonic, almost ironic, I play it like a game of chess,"
"You wanna ride like a queen, well here you've got the best,"
"I've got the moves to the groove, you like to imitate it,"
"And that's for free, yeah that's me, uh-huh."

The girls walk halfway along the ring apron, and both hop up on to it. They look directly into the cameras and blow yet another kiss to the booing crowd. Holly gets up and sits on the middle rope, allowing Madelyne to bend through first, who shakes her butt for the camera, Holly then gets in quickly after her. She grabs a hold of the top rope and bends down sensually before flipping her hair and winking at the camera as Randy walks up behind both girls and wraps an arm around them as the music dies down.

Cory: Introducing first! From Cheshire, England……..she is accompanied to the ring by Holly Adams and Randy Hale………….one half of The Meanest Girls, Madelyne McTaggert!

Mark: Here we go. This one’s been boiling for a while now. These two took aim at Misty Whitmore back on the August 15th edition of Velocity and since then they’ve been a thorn in the side of that whole family.

CCM: After everything that these two have done to the Whitmores and especially Nicole, I wouldn’t be surprised to see this one break down into a knock down, drag out brawl. Hell, I’d be surprised if it didn’t.

Mark: Well, Nicole’s going to have to watch her back here. The X factor in this match is undoubtedly the presence of Randy and Holly at ringside. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that there’s going to be some shenanigans here. I just hope that Nicole keeps eyes in the back of her head at all times.

The arena lights start to flash, going dark then gold then dark again as the sound of a siren blares through the speakers. 

Boom! Here comes the Boom!

There is a screeching sound as fireworks rain down on the stage in a procession of explosions before a big flash. When the explosion fades, walking out of the smoke is Nicole Whitmore, accompanied by two dancers on either side dressed similarly to her.

Cory: And her opponent! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada……….Nicole Knight!

You didn't know, thought we was new on the scene
Well, it's alright! It's alright!
I know you know, I see you smiling at me
Well, it's alright! It's alright!

Dancing a provocative routine for a few seconds, synchronized with the dancers, Nicole then makes her way down the ramp.  The blond makes sure to slap hands with all the fans she can all the way down before sliding into the ring. Nicole races to her corner and raising her arms. She waves to her fans before hopping down, where she’s met with right hands from Madelyne. The referee calls for the bell and the match gets under way. Madelyne backs Nicole up into the corner and nails right after right to her skull before she whips her across the ring. Nicole collides with the turnbuckle, then staggers right out into a side slam from McTaggert.

Mark: I don’t even think Nicole knows what’s hit her the way Madelyne attacked her from behind!

CCM: She should know that this is the way the Blondetourage works. This isn’t exactly her first cup of tea with them.

McTaggert gets up, all smiles as she looks down at Nicole, who’s favoring her back. She kicks her once, then twice and then reaches down and grabs Nicole by the hair. She yanks her to a vertical base and pushes her backward before yanking her into a short arm clothesline. Nicole goes down and rolls over to the ropes as the fans boo. The blonde Canadian reaches up to the middle rope and pulls herself into a kneeling position, but this only allows Madelyne to come behind her and drive her knee into Nicole’s back, sending her into the rope throat first. As Madelyne continues to apply pressure, choking Nicole, Randy and Holly make their way over to that side of the ring and begin mocking her literally right in her face.

CCM: Oh, come on! This is adding insult to injury!

Mark: The referee needs to do something about this! It’s ridiculous!

Finally, the ref steps in and starts a five count for the choke. One……………..two……………..three………………four…………………….! Madelyne finally pulls Nicole back and quickly snaps her up and back with a suplex. She floats over and goes for a cover.


One!


Nicole kicks out! Madelyne gets up and lays some boots into the Canadian before dropping an elbow across her chest. McTaggert gets back up and this time grabs Nicole’s right leg and pulls her into the closest corner. She climbs to the middle rope and with Randy and Holly cheering her on, flies off with a knee drop. The only problem? Nicole’s moved out of the way!

Mark: Here it is! This is the opening that Nicole needs desperately right now!

CCM: Yes! The crowd’s on their feet cheering! They feel it! Madelyne’s in trouble now!

With the fans roaring their approval, Nicole gets to her feet and with Madelyne still on her hands and knees, favoring her knees after the failed high risk move, she rears back and kicks the blonde square in the face. This only gets the fans roaring louder as Madelyne teeters back. Nicole kicks her again, this time with a thunderous blow to the chest. With McTaggert teetering and seemingly out of it for the moment, Nicole springs off of the ropes and comes back with a running knee that catches McTaggert flush on the jaw and lays her out!

CCM: Listen to the crowd, I can’t even hear myself think in here right now!

Mark: They’re loving every minute of it, as I’m sure Nicole is as well and……..oh crap, what’s this?!

Randy jumps on the apron, which draws the referee’s attention. While he does this, Holly jumps on the apron near Nicole, but the Canadian seems ready for it. She goes for a wide right, but Holly blocks it and goes for an elbow, which Nicole ducks. The Canadian comes back with a bicycle kick that catches Holly on the bottom of the jaw and sends her to the ringside floor. Randy sees this and hops off, rushing over to her as Nicole stands there and admires her handiwork. She turns around, but Madelyne’s there to rush at her and catch her with a spear.

Mark: Nicole was coping with the numbers game there but that distraction was just enough time for Madelyne to regroup.

McTaggert waits for Nicole to make it up before she charges her from behind, grabs her by the hair and plants her into the mat with a bulldog. Nicole holds her face and kicks at the mat in pain as she rolls over, but this gives Madelyne the opening to charge into the ropes, springboard off of the middle one and nail a senton splash on her. Madelyne hooks a leg for the cover.


One!



Two! Nicole kicks out! Madelyne gets up and lays in kick after kick to Nicole, who slowly crawls into the nearest corner. She starts to pull herself up but Madelyne lays into her with right and left hand shots. As Nicole gets to a vertical base, Madelyne grabs her wrist and goes to rocket her across the ring but Nicole reverses it and sends her into the opposite corner instead! The crowd’s ecstatic as Nicole rushes into the corner with a splash, then pulls the groggy McTaggert out to nail a belly to belly suplex!

CCM: A beautiful, textbook belly to belly there and this is where she’s going to need to look out for Holly and Randy.

Nicole waits for a dazed Madelyne to start getting up before she gets behind her and grabs her around the waist before popping her back with a German suplex. She keeps her hands clasped together and gets to a vertical base where she pops McTaggert back with another one, bridging it for a pin but this time it’s Holly on the apron distracting the referee as Randy reaches in and yanks Nicole’s foot, breaking the bridge to boos.

Mark: Oh, come on!

Nicole sits up, trying to figure out what happened but it doesn’t take her too long to do so. She immediately rolls out of the ring and goes after Randy, who takes off around the ring. Holly gets down and goes after her, but Nicole dodges a clothesline from her and shoves her into the ringpost. She continues after Randy, but this again gives Madelyne time to regroup in the ring. She gets to her feet and sees what’s going on. Just as Nicole closes in on Randy, McTaggert rushes into the ropes and nails a suicide dive that catches all of Nicole.

CCM: And I don’t think that anyone’s more happy than Randy Hale that she managed to hit Nicole with that.

Mark: Yeah, if she hadn’t caught Nicole with that, Hale would probably be begging for his life right now.

McTaggert gets up slowly and grabs Nicole by her blonde hair. She rolls her into the ring and then climbs onto the apron. She wait’s a few seconds before launching herself over the ropes and going for a flying leg drop, but Nicole moves out of the way! She gets to her feet and springs off the ropes to go for a running kick on the seated Madelyne, but the Blondetourage member manages to fall to the mat and avoid it. She gets to her feet and Nicole goes for a backfist, but Madelyne ducks that as well and gets behind Nicole. She rushes her forward and into the ropes, but Nicole pops her hips and sends Madelyne tumbling back. Madelyne starts getting up with the referee checking on her as Nicole sizes her up for something but Randy closes in and grabs her foot to prevent her from doing anything. Nicole kicks him away but as she turns back toward her opponent, McTaggert boots her in the midsection and goes to plant her with a DDT but Nicole manages to reverse it by lifting her up and spiking her with a spine buster. Nicole quickly hooks a leg as the ref gets down to count.


One!


Two!


ThreeNO! Holly reaches in and yanks Nicole off of the cover. Referee Kevin Fisk sees this and rushes over to read her the riot act and actually give her the boot from ringside, which gets a huge pop from the fans. But as he does that, Randy gets into the ring with a steel chair and sizes Nicole up.

CCM: Turn around, Nicole!

Nicole turns and Randy swings for the fences but Nicole just manages to move in time and the chair bangs harmlessly against the mat. Randy turns toward her and Nicole nails a dropkick that causes him to drop the chair and sends him tumbling through the ropes to the floor.

Mark: It may be three on one but good lord, Nicole Knight is more than holding her own here!

The referee is still fighting with Holly to leave as Nicole gets up. She takes a few moments to watch what’s going on with Holly, then she turns around as Madelyne picks up the chair and trusts it at her. Nicole manages to side step it and as Madelyne turns toward her, she dropkicks it back into her face!

CCM: Yes! Yes! This is awesome!

The clanging of the chair gets the referee’s attention. But as he turns toward them, Nicole grabs Madelyne by the head and plants her with a Bombshell. She turns her over and hooks both of her legs.


One!


Two!


Three!

Holly rushes into the ring, but it’s too late. Nicole rolls out of the ring, a wide grin on her face as the referee gets out of the ring with her to raise her arm.

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…………NICOLE KNIGHT!


Motor City Steele

The crowd are excited waiting to see what is going to happen next and that’s when we can hear the loud sound of an engine starting up up fiercely. The Motor of a car runs all the way as we can hear the sound of screeching tires followed by the sound of Steel clanking against each other. All of a sudden  we can hear the voice of a girl screaming over the speakers.

Miranda: Ladies and gentlemen I give to you… Motor City Steele!!!!

With that being said MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” begins to blast all over the speakers as it does we are able to see two women wearing cheerleading outfits along with Pom Poms emerging through the back curtain. They wave their Pom Pom’s fiercely. We can identify the two women as being the Sullivan Sisters Allison and of course Stephanie.  Both women sprint their way to the ring as Allison stops before the ring breaking out into the Hammer Time dance. The fans cheer loudly as Stephanie slides into the ring throwing her Pom Poms into the crowd.

Mark: I don’t believe what I am seeing… but that is Stephanie and Allison Sullivan is it not.

CCM: Yes… That is Stephanie wearing a cheerleading outfit… I am sure the people at ASWG are just going to “love” this…

They both slide into the ring as Stephanie breaks out into a small dance. Allison calls for a microphone as does Stephanie. The two of them hold them upwards as they begin to speak.

Allison: What up Indiana!!!!!!!!! I know you all are enjoying the greatness that is Anarchy we have seen a lot of great matches so far but Stephanie and I just had to make our presence known tonight because we haven’t been on television here in FFW in a long time and we have something that we want to get off our chest.

Stephanie: You got that right Allison. The last time I was around I gave my all against Tara Thunder and I came up a bit short, but It’s not the fact that I came up short that counts. It’s the fact that I gave it my all and at the end of the match Tara showed me some respect, and coming from a woman who was a dominant Evolution Champion, former Femme of the Year, and a dominant No Surrender championship that definitely means a lot. I have had some trouble dealing with family issues which is why my sister Allison and I haven’t been around much but that stuff has been taken care of and we are back better than ever. IF you all thought my quest to become No Surrender Champion is over you all got another thing coming. That belt emphasizes everything that I represent. Not backing down and going all you can go without surrendering. I won’t ever surrender and I am making the claim that in 2014 I will hold that title over my waist. Whether it be Tara, Caroline, Mileena, or even Starla. I will fight and claw through whoever to bring that belt around my waist. Although a rubber match against Mileena wouldn’t be bad. The two of us definitely have some unfinished business that we need to take care of.

Allison smiles as she nods her head in agreement as she begins to speak now.

Allison: Before my sister becomes a hog with the microphone, I too am ready to make an impact here in this company. There was an amazing ladder match on this card and everyone in that match was fighting for something that I wanted. I know I may have dropped some matches against a certain Kelly McGuffin and one half of the Meanest Girls but I have been eyeing that Television Championship for a very long time and I won’t stop at nothing to get into the heart of that division. The only thing I am asking for is the chance. The chance to shine brightly and show that the power of Spirit Fingers needs to come to your television sets on a more consistent basis… Just like the song we came out too tonight. You can’t touch this…

Stephanie: You certainly can’t and it’s just not Allison fighting within the Television Division and me in the No surrender division that we wanted to discuss. What Allison and I wanted to talk about is our interest in the star filled Unity division and to formally place our names as part of the ever growing Trios division. The Trios division is something we have a heavy interest in and I just couldn’t let Crystal have all the fun with her new little redhead best friend could I? I just find it a bit rude that she didn’t even ask me for a spot to be on her team but that’s alright because I have a little redhead of my own. A woman that I consider to be like a little sister to me.

Allison: Along with her… “Ahem” real sister… The Sullivans are known for being cheerleaders as it’s no secret I like to wave my pom poms around and Stephanie used to wave them back in high school when she was captain of her high school team… The third member of our team is someone that Stephanie is close with and it’s np secret that she waved her pom poms vibrantly and wore her spankies as a manager for the Unity season of Future Shock. So to compete Motor City Steele we have got Kate Steele to be apart of this trio.

Stephanie: With Kate and Allison at my side there is no reason why Motor City Steele can’t rise to the top of this division and emerge as it’s champions. So get your spirit fingers ready, get ready for the flips, and the high kicks…

Allison: Because we are going to show you what this trio is all about…

Stephanie: May the power of spirit fingers bless us all…

With that the two girls wave their spirit fingers proudly as they leave the ring to the sound of cheers. They slap the hands of the Indianapolis fans as we branch to somewhere else.


Explosion Imminent

The show cuts to the back where we find none other than a group of people, mainly production assistants, in the catering area. One familiar face would be Casey Atherton, who as she was about to leave, ran into a very familiar face in Dr. Starla McCloud.

Casey: Starla. What a … ‘pleasure’... to see you. And in catering...comfort eating? Before you head off to watch the end of the show, thinking about what could have been, if only. IF ONLY, you hadn’t failed so miserably against Caroline at Indomitable. You could have been here tonight, competing in front of all these people, for a title nonetheless. Guess it sort of caps off your year doesn’t it? Failure after failure after failure ever since you and I split up. Makes your decision to break up Team Adonis - to set me free look pretty stupid doesn’t it?

Starla shakes her head.

Starla: You know these snide little comments of yours? They carried an awful lot more weight when you had a title around your waist. Remember those days? From before Ignis made you her bitch...again. From before she showed up in front of millions of people. Are you really so desperate for some little slither of a chance of success that you’ll team with Crystal and Jenny?

Starla shrugs her shoulders.

Starla: I guess I shouldn’t be surprised right? Three want to be’s all grouped together. It’d be adorable….if only it wasn’t so pathetic.

Casey: So bitter Starla. Sucking on that lemon really doesn’t suit you at all. You know that already right? Two months and you’ve fallen so far...all the way from being literally inches away from the FFW Championship to languishing with absolutely no prospects at all. I bet it hurts to see Wendy Briese holding the title that COULD have been yours. I bet it hurts even more to hear my name being thrown about for Defiance title contendership. Bet it hurts even more when you log onto Twitter and see Isabella disowning you and anointing Mika as her successor. And what about Samantha? Wasn’t she supposed to be your friend? Weren’t you supposed to be the one she was grooming and believed had so much potential. Guess that’s what a full year of failure does. Suddenly nobody wants to know your name. Bet even Alex is glad you still go by the name McCloud so that he can distance himself from you.

Starla glares at her with malice, looking as though she’s close to ripping off her former partners head off.

Starla: You fucking bitch. You’d be nothing without me. If I hadn’t taken you under my wing. If I hadn’t trained you up. If I hadn’t used my contacts to get you into Future Shock...twice. If I hadn’t masterminded your rise to glory and carried you on my back for so long. You’d be a nobody. A nothing. Down there with Destiny Loveheart, Charity Deas and Michelle Taylor scraping the bottom of the barrel looking for a job, desperately trying to impress any two bit company to give you a sniff of a chance.

A small smile crosses the good doctors face.

Starla: At When Worlds Collide Two, I get to correct that mistake. And I will. I’ll end your career and you’ll fade out of people’s memories and be nothing. Not even a whispered name, not even a half remembered redhead, not even recognised as the girl who IS still skulking in my shadow. You’ll be nothing Casey. NOTHING. And I’ll love knowing that I was the one who caused it. Enjoy the last month of whatever slither of spotlight you’ve managed to eke out for yourself. This year is going to end on a high for me and our match? It’s the moment where I re-announce myself; where I set the tone for 2014 and shoot myself back up to the top.

A brief graphic highlighting Casey and Starla’s meeting at When Worlds Collide 2 is shown, as we are reminded Team Adonis will explode in Tampa before we cut elsewhere.




Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FFW Future Shock Championship!

As "Endless Possibilities"'s first guitar chords crank the sound system, some of the arena lights blink in pink, crimson red and white, and Gabrielle appears on the top of the entrance aisle, and looks around, smiling at the audience. She blows a kiss to the audience and then sprints at the ring, high-fiving the crowd in her way. She jumps into the ring and climbs two turnbuckles, blowing kisses and doing the catgirl taunt to heat the people.

Cory: Introducing first, the challenger, from Cote d’Azur, France, weighing 126lbs and standing 5’6” tall...GABRIELLE CRIMSON!!!

Mark: The number one contender to the Future Shock title, Gabrielle Crimson already has a challenger lined up if she leaves tonight with the gold.

CCM: Yep, Jo McFarlane. But Gaby can't be thinking about that now. She has to focus on the woman about to come out.

The heavy crunching riffs of “I Love Playing With Fire” by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts hit the PA. As the vocals kick in, Ignis walks out of the entranceway, her arm shooting up as flames blast out from the stage. Ignis walks down  the ramp before hopping onto the apron and flipping over the top rope. She points to the far turnbuckle, and a flame shoots out of it, before doing the same at each of the four turnbuckles, almost as though she is conducting a symphony of flame.

Cory: Her opponent is 5’3” tall and is 124lbs. Hailing from Llanfair, PG, Wales, she is the reigning FFW Future Shock Champion…”THE FIREBIRD” IGNIS!!!

Mark: Ignis knocked off a very game Casey Atherton a few weeks ago to capture her first singles title in FFW, and this will mark her first defense tonight.

CCM: The Future Shock division is certainly no cakewalk as challengers are lined up regardless. Jo and Rebecka Hate are just to name a few.

Kevin Fisk calls for the bell to start the match off and the two women close the gap between each other quickly and they go straight into the lock up. Ignis breaks it quickly as she drops down and lands a drop toe hold that sends Crimson face first into the mat, quickly floating over and paintbrushing the back of the challengers head before she slides off and kips up to her feet. Gabrielle follows suit, firing her self up to all fours and charging at Ignis who leapfrogs over Gabrielle and falls to the mat with her feet in the air ready to send her flying with the monkey flip as she rebounds. Gaby sees it coming though, stopping on a dime and grabbing hold of Ignis legs as she leaps into the air and comes down with a double leg drop onto the back of her knees, forcing them down towards her shoulders as she stacks her up for the pin.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mark: Near fall right there for Gaby already here in the earlygoing, she's not getting paid by the hour!

CCM: Who does get paid by the hour as a wrestler? You'd never make anything!

Ignis kicks out and comes up to her feet, only for Crimson to have beaten her to a vertical base and catches her with a dropkick that sends Ignis straight back down. Ignis quickly gets back to her feet as Gabrielle bounces off the ropes and charges full steam ahead to connect with a spinning heel kick. Ignis tries to roll to her feet once more but finds Gabrielle right there, pulling her upright and into a European Uppercut that backs her into ropes. As the Welsh woman bounces forward, she only gets two steps before her French foe delivers a headbutt causing her to spin away and reel into the corner, Gaby following her and landing a knife edge chop to her chest that sends her back first into the corner. Quietening the crowd, Gabrielle forces Ignis hands away from her chest and delivers a open handed slap that leaves a huge red hand print on the Champions skin. Gabrielle delivers another that sounds like a shotgun going off. Taking hold of her wrist, Crimson fires Ignis across the ring and doesn’t waste any time as she leaves her feet and into a stinger splash. Backing up quickly Crimson waves Ignis forward as she stumbles out of the corner and straight into the path of a roundhouse kick that catches Ignis to the temple. Ignis spins as she drops to her knees and finally to the mat before Crimson falls to her knees and hooks the leg as she makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: Another near fall, and Ignis still has the wherewithal to kick out.

CCM: Ignis is walk in the park....unless you're Andrew Marx apparently.

Ignis kicks out and rolls out of the ring, staggering away from her opponent, Crimson shaking her head as she tries to go after Ignis only for Fisk to stop her in her tracks and back her up to the opposite of the ring as he starts a slow count and encourages the Future Shock Champion to return to the ring. The challenger has different ideas though, sliding out underneath the ropes behind Fisk and heading around the ring at speed towards her opponent. As she nears, Gabrielle goes for the clothesline, Ignis spotting at the final moment and ducks to avoid the contact, popping straight back up as she grabs her head from behind and drives the back of head downwards into the ground on the outside. Immediately Gabrielle holds her neck and Ignis comes up to her feet, rolling into the ring and straight back out. Reaching down, she pulls Crimson up to her feet by the hair and delivers a knee into her jaw before pulling her all the way up to her feet and dropping her with a stun gun over the top of the steel barricade. As Gaby bounces away holding her throat Ignis launches herself into the air and connects with an enzugiri to the head from the behind that causes Crimson to stagger and fall - her head bouncing off the ring post.

Mark: Crimson's head got the hell kicked out of it and then the ring post did the rest!

CCM: That was a knockout shot if I ever saw one!

Again Ignis rolls in and straight back out of the ring to ensure the match continues and makes for the barrier, reaching over it she pushes a fan out of the way and grabs hold of their folding chair, lifting it over the barrier and setting it up back first against the steel. Returning her attention back to Crimson as she gets up to her feet and moves away from the post, Ignis leaps and delivers a dropkick that sends the French woman falling backwards; the back of her head striking the ring post yet again. Quickly Ignis pulls Crimson away from the post, holding her by the back of her head and runs forward, stepping up onto the seat of the chair and launching herself over the barricade as she lands the neckbreaker into the top of the steel separator. Crimson flops to the floor holding her neck as her body spasms in pain. Ignis gets a chorus of boos as she stands up and raises her hands above her head and climbs back over the barrier again. Pulling Crimson up by the hair, the Future Shock Champion rolls her in underneath the bottom rope and follows in behind her as she makes a lax cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

CCM: Just in the nick of time, Gaby gets that shoulder up. If she didn't have to get her back in the ring, I think Ignis might have had that pin!

Crimson rolls the shoulder as Ignis holds three fingers up to the referee who shakes his head and confirms the two count. Shrugging her shoulders Ignis heads towards the corner and pushes up to the middle rope, measuring her opponent as she gets to her hands and knees and flies off the turnbuckle and connects with one foot right into the top of her spine and another right into the back of her head. With Crimson lying flat on her front, Ignis puts a knee into the middle of her back and locks in a reverse chinlock, pulling back on her head as she tries to increase the pressure on the neck. Crimson refuses to tap despite Kevin Fisk asking her the question and drags herself to the ring ropes, managing to drag Ignis along with her. The Welsh woman holds onto the count four before releasing and backing up, her hands in the air. As Crimson pulls herself up by the ring ropes, Ignis goes back on the attack landing a snapmare and follows it up with a roll through neckbreaker. Crimson once more holds her neck in both hands and kicks her feet in agony as she lays on the mat and Ignis runs at the corner, climbing the turnbuckles like a cat before flipping backwards and into the spiral leg drop...getting empty mat as Gabrielle rolls out of the way at the last moment.

CCM: Nothing but canvas there, and Ignis struck hard too!

Mark: Gaby had the presence of mind to avoid the contact, and now the challenger has to capitalize!

Ignis holds her lower back as she gets back to her feet and approaches Gabrielle who has only made it as far as her knees but fires a right hand into the Firebirds gut. Ignis takes a step backward as her hands go to her gut, but a second later comes forward once more into another vicious right hand from Crimson. As Ignis steps backward, Crimson moves with her, launching herself forward and landing a jawbreaker that sends the Champion down to her back. Quickly the Llanfair native rises but finds herself caught by the challenger who wraps her arms around her waist, lifting her up off her feet and drives her back first into the canvas with a huge spinebuster. Crimson rolls away, still holding her neck as she recovers from the attack from earlier. The two women get to their feet simultaneously and Ignis attempts to gain the upperhand by lunging forward, grabbing Gabrielle by the wrist and attempts to twist her into an armbar - only to be yanked forward by Gabrielle, sending her off balance and straight into an elbow strike to the side of her jaw.

Mark: Crimson with a concussive elbow strike right to the jaw, and Ignis may be on wobby leg street.

CCM: Where is wobbly leg street? Is that in Poughkeepsie?

Ignis stumbles away from the elbow strike to the jaw, only for another to follow in close behind. A third comes in before Crimson alters her target and bell claps her arms together, trapping Ignis head between her arms. Ignis falls backward into the ropes and Crimson fires her across the ring and times her return so that she lands a perfect springboard dropkick straight to Ignis chest. Once more Ignis hits the mat hard but comes right back to her feet and gets all the air knocked out of her as she is sent down hard with a running shoulder tackle from Crimson. Once more Gabrielle moves to the ropes quickly and hits a running leg drop right across her opponents neck, kipping up to her feet and bounces off the ropes once more and into another leg drop across her throat. Again she is quick to her feet, again she hits the ropes and for the third time she lands a leg drop across Ignis throat that causes her body to go stiff as her legs come up from the mat and then fall limply to the mat once more. Crimson makes the cover.

CCM: This could be it!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: Not just yet! The Firebird still has some fight left in her, and got the shoulder up!

Ignis rolls the shoulder in the nick of time and Crimson wastes little time in questioning the referee, instead rolling out onto the apron, pulling herself to her feet and takes hold of the top rope. As Ignis gets to her feet, the French woman lets out a loud hiss, makes a scratching motion with her hand and catapults herself over the top rope and into a perfect Thesz Press. Mounting the champion, the challenger begins to land hammer blows, causing the Welsh woman to cover up to deflect the power of the shots away from her face. As Fisk orders her to let her up, Crimson rolls away and comes to her feet and begins to wave Ignis to her feet, the Champion slowly obliging. No sooner is the Brit native and Gabrielle leaps into the air looking to connect with a jumping spinning roundhouse kick but Ignis falls to one knee, avoiding the strike. As soon as Crimson lands, Ignis pops back up vertically, snaking her arms around the challenger and throwing her overhead with a T-bone suplex.

Mark: Shades of her sister right there, Ignis using that well time t-bone suplex to perfection!

CCM: Gaby isn't going to be able to withstand too much of this.

Crimson comes back to her feet and finds Ignis leaping at her, monkey flipping her away and into the middle of the ring. As Gabrielle starts to rise, Ignis throws herself at her and spikes her head down into the mat with a DDT. Ignis gives her no time to recover, pulling her up to her feet and sending her in for the ride, catching her as she comes back and delivering a powerslam. From her knees, Ignis begins to unload on her opponent with a series of left and right hands to the face. Kevin Fisk warns Ignis about the closed fists before starting the count. Ignis pulling Gabrielle up to her feet on four and into an Atomic drop, followed by a side Russian legsweep that Ignis delivered with a little extra venom and as she came to her feet the Welsh woman charged towards the rope and comes back with the Flame wheel Rolling Thunder. Leaning back, Ignis hooks one leg in cover.

One…

Two….

...THREE!!!NO!!!!!

CCM: I gotta give it to Gaby, she is definitely showing a lot of heart here tonight!

Mark: This is what champions are made of, and Gaby is showing how much she wants to be the Future Shock Champion!

Ignis shakes her head at the experienced official making the count as she sits on the mat, telling him to count faster as she slaps her hands together. Fisk shakes his head adamant his count was correct and was nothing more than a two. Crimson rolls onto her back and Ignis continues the argument with the referee as she takes control of her opponents arm and locks in a Fujiwara armbar, pulling her arm up and back as she leans backwards. Fisk moves around quickly to check with Gabrielle who refuses to quit, moving her body around and reaching back with her leg to hook it over the bottom rope. The Future Shock Champion keeps the hold locked in for the full four count before she releases and rolls to her feet. She waits for Gabrielle to rise and looks to pounce on the injured arm grabbing hold of the wrist and immediately going for the flipping cross armbreaker. Gabrielle though manages to yank her arm away and counter the move into a Capoeira leg sweep.

Mark: Beautiful leg sweep!

The champion is first to her feet as the challenger holds her arm against her once more and Ignis looks to strike, bouncing off the ring ropes behind Crimson and attempting a running bulldog. Gabrielle though manages to counter the attempt, pushing Ignis off of her who lands on her feet and continues her momentum. Bouncing off the ropes and immediately Crimson launches herself into a sprint, lowering her shoulder and going for the spear. Ignis sidesteps though, grabbing Gabrielle as she gets close, spinning her around and tries to take her down to the mat and into the Burning Embers flipping cross armbar. Crimson though manages to push the Champion away from her and straightens up. As Ignis turns around, Gabrielle jumps upward and connects with the Taste the Rainbow; the jumping spinning roundhouse kick connecting perfectly with the temple. Ignis collapses to the mat and Crimson rolls her over and hooks the legs as she makes the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!

CCM: Holy crap, she did it!! Gabrielle did it!!

Mark: I don't know if you call that an upset, but you can damn well bet Ignis is upset! Her Future Shock reign is over in a flash, and now Pinky stands atop the division!

Crimson comes to her feet as Fisk raises her hand in victory. The victor heads for the corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle to celebrate with the fans, Fisk collecting the title and presenting it to her as Cory Kincaid makes the official announcement.

Cory: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and NEW FFW Future Shock Champion...GABRIELLE CRIMSON!!!

Mark: Congratulations to the champion, Gabrielle Crimson has made FFW history here tonight! And boy, does she have a list of challengers waiting for her?

The camera focuses on Gabrielle as she lifts the Championship belt high above her head in celebration to a rapturous response from the crowd before cutting elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

Setting Off The Tsunami

We cut to backstage at the Lucas Oil Stadium with only moments away from the FFW Evolution Championship match with the champ herself is bouncing back and forth on the balls of her toes. She has the Evolution title hanging off an arm of the chair and her duster hanging off the other. She stops her bouncing back and forth to look for her wrist tapings. Eileen Amaro zips open her duffle bag and finds nothing. She checks under her table and in a nearby locker before she throws her arms up in frustration until someone clears their throat behind her. It happens to be the Evolution Champion’s boyfriend Tommy who whirls the roll of wrist tape on his index finger.

Tommy: Looking for this?

He tosses the roll to Eileen who catches it and grins widely before leaping at him and wrapping her arms around his sides, giving him the biggest squeeze. He puts an arm around the back of her neck and held her close with a small smile. Eileen looked up at him and cleared her throat.

Eileen: There’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you... Honestly I was thinking it could wait after my match but I just wanted to tell you...

Tommy: ...I... Are you sure you want to do this here? Right now?

Tommy looks around and shoots a glance to the camera, which The Tsunami quickly puts a hand on his cheek and turns his face back to her’s as she pulls away slightly but holds his hands in her’s We can hear the crowd make a bunch of catcalls and ‘oohs’. Eileen looks up at the young man in glasses and clears her throat.

Eileen: You’ve been by my side since we met and I never... I dunno, I never imagined I could have one of those crazy whirlwind ‘hey we ran into each other only a few weeks ago’ sort of romances but... I feel like that with you. You make every day like Free Comic Book Day and honestly it’s... I feel like I’m falling for you. Win or lose tonight when we go back to the hotel all I know for certain Tommy is I think I’m falling in lo--

And at that moment, a third party walked onto the screen.  Dressed in her black and silver ring attire and an “Of Poets and Prophets” hoodie, Aimee Easter stepped between Eileen Amaro and her boyfriend.  Aimee winked and smiled at the Evolution Champion before turning to Tommy and grabbing his head.  She plants a deep, passionate kiss on the man’s face...and he seems to be quite okay with it.  He grabs Easter around the waist and pulls her into him as the PDA intensifies further.  Eileen stares at the scene with an agape jaw, but Aimee and her boyfriend go at it for probably a good thirty seconds.  After this painful scene plays out, Aimee releases the kiss and turns back to Eileen with a smile on her face, still holding her arm around Tommy’s waist.  

Aimee:  I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?

The Tsunami just looks absolutely horrified seemingly trying to process what just happened before her hands raise up and she tries to emote, tries to say something but just looks absolutely speechless. Her eyes begin to redden, but when Eileen breaks her attention from Aimee and her now ex-boyfriend she seems to remember that the camera is still rolling.

Eileen: Y-you... Y-you...

Aimee: ...am much better at mostly everything than you, yes.  Also, several times smarter, as is woefully apparent.  You see...you know what sort of person you are.  You put on a funny and cute act for the awkward neck-beard Internet wrestling fans out there, but we all know you’re pathetic and awkward ninety-eight percent of the time.  Still, you thought this gorgeous, intelligent man who is a stallion in the sack was ACTUALLY interested in you.  You believed it.  And from what he’s been telling me during this whole arrangement, it wasn’t even difficult to convince you.  You didn’t stop, for just a minute, and think...wait, what would a man like that want with me?  Really?  I could forgive the issue if it was just a one night stand.  Everyone goes a couple steps below them every once in a while, and you may have just one the date night lottery.  Also, you were desperate I’m sure, so don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all.  That’s not what happened though.  This man pretended to have a relationship with you.  He made you feel something for him, pretended to return those feelings for MONTHS...and you never questioned it?  I mean...Jesus Christ woman, what the fuck is wrong with you?

The Poetess shakes her head, as if incredibly disappointed. The Tsunami has been looking to the ground in the last few moments as The Poetess rips her self-esteem to absolute shreds. However little by little Eileen Amaro’s fists shake and before long her entire body is shaking in fury, tears trailing down her cheeks and teeth clenched.

Aimee:  You’ll be happy to know that your boy toy here and I have been fucking fairly often since you started giving him the googly eyes.  He tells me he needs it after the mediocre sessions with you depress him.  I am all too happy to oblige, because you see, people like me and Tommy-- smart, successful, talented people-- belong together.  You?  You deserve what you have...an inevitable fate as a fifty year old spinster with three cats spending her nights in a studio apartment eating leftovers and playing retro video games systems.  Nothing more.  Especially not someone like Tommy...and not the Evolution Championship around your waist.

Another shit eating grin from Aimee before she plants another passionate, explicit kiss on Tommy’s face.

Aimee: And another thi--

The Evolution Champion picks up the table and twists it as she hefts it over from pure adrenaline before she smashes it across both Aimee and Tommy in one fling. Immediately Eileen leaps on top of Aimee with her fingers curled around her throat and slamming the back of her head repeatedly against the floor. The Tsunami’s screams are shrill and beyond furious as she digs her thumbs into Aimee’s throat with teeth clenched. Eileen’s eyes are so wide the camera can see the whites, or rather now red of her bloodshot eyes in perfect HD as Easter begins to turn red from being choked. When Tommy jerks Eileen off of Aimee she hauls off and slugs him across the temple with a simple haymaker. Tommy goes headfirst into the chair but this affords Aimee an opportunity to throw the Evolution Champion against the wall. Eileen however seems to bounce right back and spear The Poetess into the wall before punching her in the liver repeatedly all the while screaming! Eventually referees, stagehands and security pour into the back and separate the two women as The Tsunami can be heard screaming her head off, and actually starts attacking security with some success until the numbers overwhelm her.

Eileen: YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD AIMEE! YOU ARE DEAD! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU AIMEE! THEY WILL NOT FIND YOUR MANGLED BODY YOU BITCH! NO ONE IS GOING TO FUCKING SAVE YOU DO YOU HEAR ME! NO ONE! I DON’T CARE IF THEY ARREST ME I DON’T CARE IF THEY HAVE TO PUT ME IN A PADDED ROOM! I AM GOING TO END YOU AIMEE EASTER! I! WILL! FUCKING! END! YOU!

The camera cuts back to the number one contender, who has pushed herself off the wall and is looking at security pull the champion away.  Aimee brushes her ring gear off…

..and then she laughs.

The Poetess’s cackle echoes down the hall, juxtaposed with Eileen’s fading screams before we cut back to the ring.




Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a steel cage match!

The lights flicker as the first few chords of Heroes End by Judas Priest plays through the speakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction to the music as the first verse starts up.

I heard a human voice who sang like no one else
I heard a proud lady singing loud
Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn
But soon she found she was underground and wasted

I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage
Her body shook oh, she did her stuff
She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much
If you take the smooth you gotta take the rough

Wolf: I've greatly anticipated this meeting, it's been building ever since the tenth season of Future Shock!

Mai: Rebecka is a ball of fury, a hot ball of fury. With a nice ass.

As the lights faded down into a purple stream of light at the top of the ramp way, a solitary figure comes out from behind the curtained area and stands while holding the curtain open. The crowd’s reaction becomes even more mixed as they notice that it is Christian Kincaid standing there. As the chorus starts to play, Becka Hate smoothly strolled out from backstage. She grinned as she walked down the ramp dressed in a dark Red Riding Hood outfit. She shrugs past the fans that are trying to touch her with a sneer as a cup of tea comes flying over the barricade, hitting her right between the eyes and blinding her. Laura Steele leaps the barricade, throwing a paper cup at her opponent in disgust as she flicks down the hood of her sweatshirt and surprises CK with a mule kick right between the legs. Turning back to Rebecka Hate, she grabs hold of the dark Red Riding Hood outfit and yanks it down around her body shoulders, pinning her arms against her side as she slides her trademark cattle prod out of her sleeve and presses the contacts against the exposed skin at the top of her opponents side, holding it there as Hate’s body spasms and she drops to one knee.

Wolf: What a disgusting way to start this match! Laura coming from nowhere and is assaulting both Christian and Rebecka with that damn cattleprod!

Mai: Hey, bitch! That's my client there! Beat up crazypants, and leave Kincaid alone!

A recovered Christian Kincaid wraps his arms around Laura’s waist to try and drag her away, causing her to deliver a mule kick right between his legs causing him to break the hold. Turning quickly she swings the cattle prod like a baseball bat, driving it into the side of his head.

Wolf: This match has come unglued and we haven't even gotten them inside the cage yet!

Mai: No kidding, Laura doesn't want to go in there. Can't really blame her!

Hate slowly seems to recover, pushing back up to her feet and tries to rip the cattle prod from Laura’s grip only for the Englishwoman to react, grabbing hold of her head and delivering a cutter that sends Hate back down to the floor. Quickly Steele gets back to her feet, finding Kincaid attempting to disarm her again and this time the high flying male finds himself on the receiving end of the cattle prod to his ribs - receiving a short sharp shock. As he doubles up she grabs hold of his head, bouncing it off the steel barrier before tossing him over the top and into the crowd. Spinning back around Laura finds Rebecka pushing up to her knees and once more goes to use the cattle prod this time finding it out of juice. Tossing it away in frustration, Laura drives her knee upwards into Rebecka’s face before bringing her to her feet, dragging her towards the cage, building speed and hurls her into the blue steel bars. As Becky bounces backward, Steele grabs hold of her and sends her stomach first into the ring apron at the open door, snatching it out of Malcolm Parks hands and slamming it into Hates back. Finally Laura shoves her into the ring and follows suit, immediately making the cover as Melinda Davis calls for the bell and drops to make the count.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Wolf: It's going to take more than that to defeat this woman!

Mai: Especially after everything she's put her through. She may should have brought a hand grenade. Then she can be the Hotness of Hand Grenades instead of that stupid nickname she has now.

Hate shoots her shoulder up to break the pin fall and rolls onto her front, Laura taking up position on her break as she grabs hold of the cape and pulls backward on it using the fastening at the neck to choke out the bigger woman. As Hates face goes red she scrabbles at her neck, slowly turning blue before she manages to wrap her fingers around the tie and uses her strength to rip it away from the rest of the fabric, freeing herself from the choke and causing Laura to roll backwards at the sudden release. Steele gets back to her feet, looking at the hood with disgust before she throws it off to one side and charges forward, leaping into the air and landing a footstomp straight to her shoulder blades.

Mai: Nothing scientific about some good stomping! You ever get to missing that, furball, let me know. I'll stomp the gray back into your Just for Men beard.

Wolf: ….......Quiet, slut.

Leaning down Laura pulls Hate up to her feet and sends her in for the ride waiting for her to come back and a perfectly positioned drop toe hold sending Becka head first between the ropes and into the steel of the cage. Getting back to her feet Laura charges forward and delivers a big boot to the back of Becka’s head as the 6’1” New Jersey native tries to get back to her feet, driving her face into the metal bars. Taking hold of the back of her head, Laura tries to force her opponents head through the gaps in the bars, scraping it back and forth. Finally, the Englishwoman pulls the American away from the steel by the hair and marches her across the ring, building up speed as she throws her face first into the wall. As Hate bounces backward, Laura leaps into the air and delivers a dropsault right into her back that sends her face first into the cage yet again. Once more Becky bounces back holding her face and again Laura takes full advantage, grabbing hold of her hair and throwing her downwards as she sweeps her legs out from under her and bounces her head off the canvas. Laura delivers a lot of quick stomps to Hate body as she moves to her legs, hooking them under her arm and falls backward, catapulting her into the steel. Rebecka Hate drops to the canvas and Laura hooks the leg.

Mai: If Rebecka ever wondered what steel tastes like, she knows now!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Wolf: I must admit this match is not going how I thought it might begin, but that is thanks to that cowardly assault we saw before they even got into the ring.

Once more Becka kicks out of the pinfall and starts to rise only for Laura to cut her off with a knee to the face as she brings her up to her feet and sends her in for the ride, Steele heading the other way as she springboards off the ropes and catches Becky with a perfect spinning heel kick to the face that knocks her back to the mat. Rolling to one side Becky starts to rise only for Laura to launch herself at her shoulders and snaps off a headscissors takedown that sends her rolling across the ring into the corner. Becka pulls herself up in the corner and Laura is already on top of her with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest before climbing up onto top turnbuckle, hooking her head and delivering a Tornado DDT. Once more, Laura makes the cover, hooking the leg.

Wolf: Tornado DDT, shades of Wendy Briese. I'm sorry for the reference already.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!NO!!!!

Mai: That's alright, Laura does it better! But it still wasn't enough, Hate's got some fight left!

At the last moment Becka rolls the shoulder to break up the pin and Laura looks up at Melinda Davis with her arms outstretched as she questions the decision, Davis confirming the two count and the shoulder popping up off the shoulder. Dismissively waving her hand, Laura heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle as Hate gets to her feet and leaps at her, landing on her shoulders in a hurricanrana attempt only to get caught. Hate charges towards the cage walls, altering her grip on Laura as she does so and hurls out of a powerbomb position into the unforgiving steel of the walls. Laura’s face becomes a huge ‘O’ of pain as she lands on her feet, only for Hate to grab hold of the back of her head and charge across the ring and throw her into the cage wall. Laura bounces off and Hate repeats the move, dragging her by hair all the way across the ring and hurling her face first into the steel once more. Once more Laura bounces back, stumbling around and finds Hate turning her ninety degrees and hurling her face first into the steel once more, finally finishing it off Laura’s facial tour of the cage by sending her into the other side. This time as Laura bounces back off the cage wall, Hate drops back to the opposite ropes, building up speed and delivering a big boot to her face that sends her down to the mat as Becka falls to her knees.

Wolf: Laura Steele has Hate's boot imprinted on her face now, but you can tell how much this has taken out of her!

Mai: Nothing wrong with a little boot licking, sometimes they throw it in for free if you are a good tipper. Oh wait....yeah, nasty boot!

The New Jersey-ian takes a moment to gain her bearings before pushing up to her feet simultaneously with Laura Steele - the two women firing off left and right hands. Finally they get to their feet and Hate ends the exchange with a headbutt. Laura reels backwards only to get caught by Becka who drags her forward and into a short-arm clothesline. Once more Laura starts to rise and eats a fast series of knees into her midsection before lifting her up and dropping her onto her knees with a gutbuster. Becka pushes Laura off of her knees and onto all fours and Steele holds her ribs coming up onto her knees only for her foe to deliver a couple of stiff kicks right into her body. As the kicks continue to come in, Laura manages to catch one of the flying boots, clutching Becka’s foot against her side as she rises. Becka hops up and down before launching herself upwards and connecting with an enzugiri. Laura’s eyes seem to roll into the back of her head from the force of the blow and Hate rolls her over into the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Wolf: Very close fall there, but somehow Laura manages to get the shoulder up.

Mai: It's not that hard, you just raise your hand. You make it sound like she climbed Kilimanjaro.

Laura shoots the shoulder upwards and Rebecka Hate pulls her up to her feet and onto her shoulders and launches her like a lawn dart into the cage. Once more Laura lands on her feet and staggers backward right into Hate’s arms as she spans off a belly to back overhead throw. Steele lands and rolls into the ring ropes, only for Hate to bounce off the ropes and deliver a baseball slide right into Laura’s head, crushing it against the steel structure. Reaching down, Rebecka pulls Laura out from under the ropes, bringing her up to her feet as she Irish whips her across the ring and delivers a heart punch as she returns which sends the girl down to the mat. Hate measures up her opponent and leaps up into the air landing a moonsault square on Steele’s chest.

Mai: Crushing!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Wolf: That moonsault was right on target, but it wasn't enough to get the job done!

Once more Steele’s body spasms to break up the pin and Becka pulls her up to her feet and launches her toward the corner. Hate quickly follows in behind her with a body splash and immediately sends her across the ring to the opposite corner with added bile causing Steele to hit the turnbuckle pads hard, slumping down with her arms draped over the top rope to keep her upright. Hate walks her down and delivers a couple of back elbows to her head before turning around, hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle and driving a series of ten fists down onto her forehead. As Becka drops down to her feet, Laura slumps to a sitting position and Hate drops back to the middle of the ring before running forward and hitting a bronco buster on her foe.

Mai: Sometimes you have to pay extra for that too.

Wolf: Well that's doubly painful for Laura, as there's not a lot of cushion there to start with!

Raising her hand in her air, Becka performs the throat slash before waving Laura Steele to her feet and kicks her in the gut before pulling her in for a pumphandle slam. As she lifts Laura up, the Englishwoman rakes her fingers down her opponents eyes causing Hate to lose her grip that allows Laura to escape out the back, landing on her feet only to jump up and deliver a codebreaker as Hate turns around, the two women rolling away from each other as Melinda Davis checks on both wrestlers.

Mai: Both women are down, it reminds me of my last orgy.

Wolf: If you could finish this match without making me ill, I'll give you ten dollars.

Rolling onto her front, Laura starts to commando crawl towards the door as Hate pushes up to her knees. As Laura nears the door, Malcolm Parks pulls it open and Laura manages to get one hand on the mat on the outside only for Hate to grab hold of her ankle and yank back into the middle of the ring, Steele forlornly trying to grab hold of the side of the ring as she disappears backwards and sees Park push the door closed and lock it once more. As Laura gets up to all fours, Hate reaches her feet and delivers a leg drop across the back of her neck, sending her face first on the mat. Rolling her over, Hate takes up the mount position and begins to deliver hammer blows to her former tag team partners face as the Englishwoman desperately tries to cover up.

Mai: A flurry of blows right on the mark, and Laura is a human punching bag right now!

Wolf: A position she is well suited for, if you ask me!

Relenting in the attack, Hate pulls Steele up to her feet and begins to deliver knee after knee into her face before lifting her up vertically and wastes little time dropping her down onto the top of her head with a brainbuster. Laura lies motionless on the mat, arms and legs spread eagled as Becka climbs the turnbuckle and flips off the crowd, getting a loud cheer from the sold out audience and charges towards the ring ropes, springboarding off them and into a splash. Just as Laura comes to life, bringing her knees up to meet Beckas guts.

Wolf: Steele got her knees up, and Rebecka felt all of that! But she has to stay on her!

Mai: I'm sure she will. I think she's thinking this match is well in hand now, like a purring kitten!

Laura comes rolls onto her side, seeing Becka rolling around on the mat holding her stomach and as she comes to her feet moves towards her jumping high into the air as she crashes down on her gut with a double knee drop. Getting back to her feet, Laura heads for the corner and climbs to the top rope, measuring Becka as she starts to come to her feet and times the missile dropkick to perfection as Becka straightens up, knocking her back to the mat. Steele gets to her feet first and springboards off the ring ropes and lands an elbow drop into the top of Hate’s spine as she got to all fours. Again Laura moves around and hooks Hate’s legs under her arms and falls backward into another catapult, sending her over the top turnbuckle as her crashes into both the steel post and the structure of the cage. Finding a second wind Laura kips up to her feet and sprints towards the turnbuckles, climbing them as sure footed as a cat as Becka staggers back towards the middle of the ring. Getting to the top Steele launches herself into a backward flip, hooking Hate’s head as she goes down and drives it down into the mat with a DDT. Hooking the leg she pins Hate.

Mai: That'll do it! Now give me that ten!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

NO!!!!!!!!

Wolf: Not just yet...for either of you! Hate's shoulder came up in time before the three. Excellent call by Melinda Davis!

Davis waves it immediately and signals the two count thanks to Hate’s shoulder coming up off the mat at the absolutely last second before dropping straight back down to the canvas. Laura stares at Davis, giving her a mouthful of abuse as she rises to her feet but finds the official standing her ground in the face of the argument. Finally Laura reels away, finding Hate laying between her and the cage door and takes no chances heading for the other side of the structure and starts to climb. She manages to get to the top rope before Hate manages to roll to her knees. Laura looks over her shoulder and tries to climb faster, only for Hate to come off her knees and straight into a sprint towards her opponent, grabbing her ankle. Laura tries desperately to kick her off and climb further upwards. Hate keeps a tight grip on the ankle though and climbs up herself, getting to the top rope and pulling Laura into a powerbomb position. Laura pistons right hands into Rebecka’s head, causing the New Jersey native to grab hold of the cage to keep her balance and allows Laura to push upwards and off her captors shoulders. Landing on her feet, Laura immediately rushes forward and shakes the ring ropes causing her opponent to lose her footing and land awkwardly on the top rope and to the canvas. Laura falls backward as Hate comes crashing down and scoots away quickly. Becka tries to follow but finds that somehow her ankle has become trapped fast in the fall as the middle and bottom rope twist around each other.

Mai: Ha! Brilliant, Hate's caught in the ropes! Go for the door!

Smirking, Laura gets to her feet, dusting herself down and walks towards the cage door as Hate desperately tries to free herself, managing it just as Laura steps out onto the apron the doorway. Hate charges towards her, only for Laura to drop down to floor, Parks ringing for the bell as Laura slams the door behind her and into Hate’s onrushing head. Park raises her hand in victory as Cory makes the announcement.

Cory: Here is your winner….“THE SORCERESS OF SHOCK THERAPY” LAURA STEELE!!!

Wolf: That was nothing short of disappointing, to say the least! Laura Steele has...by the grace of whatever god you believe in...has won this match!

Mai: Now...about that ten dollars....


FFW Needs Some Mercy

After a brief commercial for the upcoming One Night Stand Pay Per View in January, we return live to the stadium where we find the beaming face of one Allison Marx as she stands in front of the backdrop for her Marx Out segment. The blonde quickly welcomes the viewers.

Allison: Allison here with a special edition of Marx Out, live here backstage at the Lucas Oil Stadium. Tonight we have seen more than one new face appear here in Indianapolis. And it’s not over yet. My guest at this time is a woman who has made quite a name for herself in other companies, and starting in 2014, she looks to continue her career here in the ranks of FFW. With quite the resume that includes television actress as well as female wrestling star, please welcome…..Mercedes Vargas!

Mercedes joins Alison as she stands to the left of her. She takes a moment to soak in the cheers from the crowd before she turns to the interviewer with a smile.

Mercedes: Wow! And here I thought the crowd tonight would be still under a hangover from Thanksgiving. Thanks for having me, Allison. It’s great to be here in Indianapolis.

This gets an obvious cheap pop from the crowd. Allison nods with a bit of a smile on her face.

Allison: Ms. Vargas, while I am sure that many of our fans watching are familiar with your work in various other wrestling companies, can you take a moment to introduce yourself and share a bit of your background with our fans who may not be?

Mercedes: Sure, I’ll be happy to. Well, for starters, I’m originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina, but now live in New York. I’ve been wrestling now for five years, and, yes, as you said, I’ve been pretty good at it. Nothing succeeds like success.

She laughs.

Mercedes: I speak four languages: Spanish, French, German, and English, of course. I never really saw myself as a wrestler, to be honest. It was kind of an in joke whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I moved to the United States when I turned 21, and turned to acting and modeling, but I had second thoughts about this wrestling thing, so I went to a wrestling school in Chicago. After about, say, a year and a half, I was touring the indies, while modelling and acting along the way before I got my first big break with an all-female promotion called Divas Unleashed, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Allison: I know you were an invited guest of our Chief Operating Officer Cody Kincaid, and I understand earlier this afternoon before Anarchy went on the air, that the deal is done and we are going to be seeing you very soon gracing a FFW ring. Is that so? And what made you decide to come here?

Mercedes: Yes, that is true. What brought me here to FFW, obviously, is the competition. There is a lot of talent here, and I feel that I would be a perfect fit. I want to be the best and face the best, and the best is in FFW right now. I can’t wait to mix it up with a few familiar faces and some new one I’ll get to learn when I make my debut in 2014.

Allison: Well Ms. Vargas, I’m confident that a lot of people are anxiously anticipating your debut in 2014. I hope you enjoy watching the rest of tonight’s event, and most importantly….welcome to FFW!

And on that, the show cuts back to the ring for the next match.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following three-way contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.

Paranoia is in bloom,

The PR, transmissions will resume

They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down

And hope that, we will never see the truth around

(So come on!)

The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans.  She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.

Cory: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario and weighing one hundred six pounds… MISTY WHITMORE!

The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade.  Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin.  Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.

They will not force us!

They will stop degrading us!

They will not control us!

We will be victorious!

So come on!

Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match.

Mark: We’re set to go with our next match of the evening, and joining me at the announcer’s booth is the manager of Wendy Briese and the author of the Power X, Daniel Pollaski!

Pollaski: Thanks Mark, and good to be here!  Although probably not as good as Misty feels right now!  She’s having a go at her first ever FFW belt!

Mark: Misty has had a very strong 2013 both here and in SVW, and she could make it a banner year for her with a win tonight!

Cory: And her opponent…

The music starts, as the crowd quiets.  A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows.  The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. She stays on her feet for a mere moment before leaping into a back somersault as Christian Kincaid walks out to join her, a broad smile on his face. She turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, diving into a cartwheel and using the momentum to transition into a handspring backflip, landing on her feet near the ring she leaps once flipping backward onto the apron. Smirking as she stands on the apron, she turns to face into the ring, both hands on the top rope she vaults over it with a standing leap into a mid air split. Once again making a perfect landing she instantly sprints toward the furthest away corner, not breaking stride she runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.

Cory: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. Please welcome...KELLY MCGUFFIN!!!

Mark: Kelly is damn sick and tired of being the bridesmaid, and wants to be the bride tonight!  She has made multiple runs at the Television Championship, but has come up short each and every time!

Pollaski: Let’s hope she’s focused.  SHe’s spent a lot of time riling up Christopher Kane over in SVW.  I think the TV title is far more important than being “The Best Female High Flyer in the World”

Cory: And their opponent…

The soft chanting that begins “Revolution” by Brand-X Music can be heard over the PA. The strings kick in and Lightning walks out, clad in a white robe, and as the music breaks, she lifts her arms aloft to the heavens as a lightning bolt strikes the stage in front of her.

EnLightning Truth One: "Lightning is the greatest Television Champion in FFW history whose name starts with L."

Cory: From Llanfair PG, Wales, and weighing in at one hundred forty four pounds...she is the REIGNING… DEFENDING FFW TELEVISION CHAMPION…. LIGHTNING!

Lightning walks slowly down to the ring, stopping in front of the apron, before removing her robe, revealing her white ring gear. She climbs the steps and steps through the ropes.

EnLightning Truth Two: "Lightning doesn't appreciate people who like to troll."

Lightning walks across to the turnbuckle, climbing onto the second rope and raising her arms up once more, before residing to her corner.

Pollaski: Why do I think that second one is directed at me?

Mark: Lightning has held that Television Title since June fifteenth, and has kept an iron grip on it ever since.

Pollaski: There’s a reason why Jestine Leavenworth has spent the last six months in the top five of the Power X.  A Double Champion, and while she’s lost one of them, there’s very few women who can pull that accomplishment off.

The referee takes a quick look at all three women, and then calls for the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

Off the bat, the only one who moves is Misty, who takes a perfunctory look over at Kelly, who’s still leaning in her corner, and turns her attention to go after Lightning.  Lightning tenses, ready to deal with her, but the moment Kelly thinks Misty’s attention is off her, she sneaks over behind her, charging up from behind.  But as she leaps for a bulldog, Misty ducks, Kelly flying harmlessly overhead.  Kelly hits the mat on her butt, and gets to her feet, looking slightly stunned and even more annoyed at the smirk on Misty’s face.

Pollaski: Eyes in the back of her head, that one. 

Mark: Kelly tried to Pearl Harbor Misty from behind, but it just backfired in the worst way. 

Kelly darts towards Misty, ready to wipe that smirk off, but Misty counters with a hip toss, sending her to the mat.  Kelly rolls to her feet, and Misty goes for an arm drag, but Kelly counters it into an armdrag of her own, followed by a snapmare as Misty again gets to her feet.  Misty gets up again, and ducks just as a Kelly dropkick gets flying over her head.  Kelly pops back up, and spins to catch Misty’s foot as she goes for a toe kick.  Misty hops once on her other leg, then nails an enziguri to the side of Kelly’s head, sending her pitchng to the mat.

Mark: Kelly and Misty are on each other like white on rice.  Both girls are trying to get the upper hand early here!

Pollaski: Yeah, but look at Lightning!  She’s just biding her time, and waiting for her moment to strike. 

Sure enough, Lightning is in her corner, smirking as Kelly and Misty tear into each other.  Misty is firing shots into Kelly’s head, but Kelly ducks down and takes Misty down with a double leg takedown.  She leaps over Misty’s legs, and lands with both feet on her chest.  Misty rolls over onto her side, cradling where Kelly’s feet had stamped on her.  Kelly grabs her by the hair, lifting her to her feet, but Misty shoves her away.  Together, the two stare at each other, and then as one both look over at Lightning, who’s smirk immediately disappears.

Pollaski: Uh oh!  I think Lightning is abot to get hoisted in her own petard!

Mark: She was content to sandbag, and let the other two take each other out, but now I dont think Misty and Kelly are going to have any of it!

As Misty and Kelly advance on her, Lightning tries to call timeout.  When this fails, she tries to dive out through the ropes to buy time, but both girls grab her, and haul her back into the ring.  Kelly lands a vicious right hand, sending Lightning staggering over, to Misty, who responds with a right hand of her own, which sends her into Kelly, who is happy to keep it going as Lightning is punched back and forth.

Mark: Lightning’s playing the ball, ad Misty and Kelly are the bumpers, and the points are being racked up!!

Pollaski: She apparently wasn’t EnLightened enough to know that people really take a dim view of goldbricking in multi-way matches!

Kelly and Misty, working in tandem, both grab an arm, and whip Lightning towards the ropes.  Lightning rebounds, right into a double clothesline.  Directing traffic, Kelly tells Misty to pick Lightning up, and together, the girls hook the champion up, and take her to the mat with a double suplex!  Misty gets up, smirking and looking proud of herself, as does Kelly.  But the moment Misty turns to look at the cheering crowd, Kelly leaps up with a spinning heel kick, catching Misty in the back of her head.

Pollaski: Oops.  Little mistake there by Misty.  She took the eyes of the ball, and Kelly made her pay.

Mark: It’s every woman for herself, so any alliances that form are going to be brief indeed!

Kelly stamps a couple times on Misty, aimign for her chest, where she had stamped before, then heads to the corner, going to the top turnbuckle.  She gauges Misty as she gets to her feet, and leaps off, catching her with a corkscrew cross body block, landing on Misty and hooking her legs!

Mark: Kelly with a bit of razzle dazzle there, and she’s got a chance for the win!

ONE!

TWO!

Pollaski: Nope.  Misty kicks out, and you have to wonder the wisdom of unnecessarily adding some pizazz to an already risky move.

Kelly drags Misty up, and shoots her into the ropes.  As Misty bounces off, Kelly springboards off the bottom rope, and catches the small girl in the face with a dropkick.  Misty hits the mat hard, head first, and Kelly springboards again, hitting a lionsault right across Misty’s abdomen, going for another cover.

Pollaski: Kelly’s trying for another win here!

ONE!

TWO!

Mark: I think Kelly’s almost desperate for this title, and she’s rushing herself into pinfalls.  Misty kicks out again!

Kelly shakes her head, then catches Misty with an uppercut as she attempts to rise.  Misty staggers back, and Kelly again springboards, wrapping her legs around her head, and taking her down with a flying headscissors!  She holds on for a pin!

Mark: Another attempt here!  Kelly’s putting on an aerial clinic and is trying to end this!

ONE!

TWO!

Pollaski: Lightning pulls her off the pin!  Kelly rushed so quickly,but will ultimately end up with nothing to show for it!

Lightning smashes Kelly in the face with a forearm hard enough to spin her around.  She hooks her up, and drills her into the mat with a German suplex.  She turns to a rising Misty, and nails her with a German Suplex as well.   She turns her attention back to Kelly, grabbing her from behind, and spinning her into position.  She launches a third German Suplex, sending Kelly landing directly on Misty!

Pollaski: Some nice innovation there by Lightning.  Suplexing her directly on Misty is a good way to kill two birds with one stone!

Mark: And I’m not sure Kelly is going to mind too much.  She tends to like landing on people anyways!

Sure enough, Kelly’s rolling to her feet, but right into Lightning’s arms, who drills her with a belly to belly suplex.  Lightning gets to her feet, smirking down at her two opponents, while the crowd jeers.  She grabs Misty, and throws her into the corner, hoisting her up on the turnbuckle.  She climbs up as wel, looks out at the crowd, and gives an evil smirk, then launches Misty off the turnbuckle with a monster superplex, Misty wheezing in agony as she smashes into the mat!

Mark: Lightning is putting on a suplexing clinic, and I think this could do it!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Pollaski: Misty kicks out, and she’s getting used to it.  Every single pinfall attempt in this match so far has been on her.

Lightning looks over at the ref, a little miffed that it wasn’t two.  She turns and sees Kelly struggling to her feet, and hooks her up with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging it for the pin.

Pollaski: Another pinfall attempt!  These girls aren’t messing around tonight

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Mark: BUt Kelly kicks out as well! 

Lightning glares at the ref, who is adamant that it was only two.  Shaking her head, she hoists Kelly back to her feet, and flings her into the corner.  She lands a few vicious knife-edge chops to the acrobat’s chest, and sets Kelly up on the top turnbuckle for another superplexx.  But as Lightning begins to climb up, Misty catches her from behind with a backstabber!

Pollaski: Target fixation is death in a three-way match, and Lightning just fell prey to it!

Mark: You can’t forget about one of your opponents, even for a second!

Misty is grinning as she kips up, but Kelly comes diving off the turnbuckle with a clothesline.  Misty ducks the blow, however, and Kelly lands on her feet.  She spins around, but Misty catches her with a monkey toss that sends her flying into the turnbuckles!

Mark: That’s a dangerous move there by Misty!  Not sure whether it was intentional or not, but that may have seriously hurt Kelly there.

Pollaski: Nothing illegal about it, and Kelly’s a risk/reward kind of person.  That was one of the risks that didn’t pay off.

As Kelly lays slumped in the corner, Misty sees Lightning getting to her feet.  She leaps over her in a sunset flip, rolling the champion up!

ONE!

TWO!

Pollaski: Lightning kicks out, but a good move by Misty there to try and catch her by surprise.

Misty drags Lightning up, and bounces her off the ropes, Lightning rebounding right into an exploder suplex.  Misty folows up by springboarding herself off the ropes, coming down with a double knee drop on Lightning’s stomach.  As Lightning tries to curl up into the fetal position, Misty lands a few more knees to the midsection, continuing to soften the Welshwoman up. 

Mark: Misty is doing a tremendous job of remaining focused here. 

Pollaski: A bit too focused, I’d say.  Don’t forget about Kelly!

Misty picks Lightning up again, and smashes her with a reverse backbreaker, the crowd getting more and more behind her as the momentum builds.  She retreats across the ring, sizing Lightning up as she again struggles to her feet.  As soon as the time is right, Misty takes off in a dead-on sprint-

*PEOPLE’S DECREE!*

Pollaski: SHE GOT IT!  Lightning has been knocked senseless by Misty’s ode to Lyn Dallins!  There’s the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Mark: NO!  Kelly breaks it up with an elbow drop.  You were right about not forgetting about her.

Kelly’s elbow comes in the nick of time, right to the small of Misty’s back.  Misty rolls of lightning, holding her back in agony, as Kelly drags her to her feet.  After a couple of shots to daze the former gymnast, Kelly takes a step bck, and does a handstand.  She walks towards Misty, tucking in her legs as she does.  When she’s right next to Whitmore, she springs upwards, kickign her legs out, catching Misty under her chin, and sending the Canadian sprawling.

Mark: Interesting offensive move by Kelly there.  Can’t deny its effectiveness- Misty had her jaw jacked!

Pollaski: Just winning a match isn’t enough for Kelly.  She’s got to prove she’s the most acrobatic and innovative every time.

Kelly gets to her feet, grinning as even the pro-Whitmore crowd pops for her.  She turns, and sees Lightning getting to her feet, ready to charge at her.  Kelly waves her arms, telling Lightning to stop, and animatedly begins talking to the champion, gesturing at Whitmore, whos’ on the mat, clutching her jaw in pain.  Lightning finally relents, breaking into the grin, and the two both look down at Misty, the crowd beginning to jeer. 

Pollaski: Uh oh, it looks like Kelly and Lightning have hit upon a truce here.

Mark: Take Misty out and decide it for themselves.  I don’t think the fans like it, but there’s nothing technically wrong with it.

Kelly grins as well, and heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top, while Lightning drags Misty to her feet, turning her around.  She hooks her up for a dragon suplex, driving her into the mat with such force that her legs swing up above her head.  As soon as she hits, Kelly comes off the turnbuckle with a body splash, coming down on Misty’s legs, folding her completely in half!

Mark: OH MY GOD!  Lightnign and Kelly with a BRUTAL combination, and Misty Whitmore has been broken in half!

Pollaski: Literally!  That could have snapped her spine in too with that move!   Absolutely disgusting double team there!

As the crowd jeers the two women, both women drag the limp Misty up, and dump her over the side of the ring, collapsing to the floor.  As soon as she hits, Kelly immediately springs up, and flashes a dropkick at Lightning, but the champion moves out of the way quickly, then darts in to catch Kelly with a running knee to her chin.

Pollaski: That brief alliance has been terminated it seems, and no reason!  Misty’s out, and they’re going to settle it between them, just like they wanted!

Mark: And right now it looks like Lightning has the advantage.

Lightning drags Kelly to the corner, and locks on a tarantula, Kelly howling in pain, the ref unable to count due ot the unique rules of a triple threat match.  Lightning holds onto the hold as long as she can, grinning as the few flashbulbs in the crowd go off for her Photo Op.   Finally, she releases the hold, and Kelly collapses to the mat.  Lightning gets to her feet, and looks cockily out at the crowd, who’s now in full force jeering.

Mark: Lightning is feeling it now, I’d say!  Misty’s broken.  Kelly’s in trouble.  The road to her retention is completely and utterly clear!

Pollaski: Yeah,but why count your chickens now!  Get the damn win, and then you can brag all you want!

The champion slides between the ropes, grabbing Kelly by her head, and dragging her to her feet.  She locks Kelly up in a headlock, and again gloats to the crowd, signifying the end of the match.  She leaps up, going for The EnLightning, but Kelly somehow manages to get her feet under her, and flip her over in a modified judo roll.   As she gets to her fet, Lightning charges at her-

*CRASH AND BURN!*

Pollaski: HOLY FUCK!  HOW DID KELLY HIT THAT!

Mark: Normally she does that move off the TOP ROPE!  But Lightning had serious momentum, and Kelly was able to do it GROUNDED!

The crowd actually pops at the move, but Kelly’s unable to capitalize, and for a long moment, both women lie on the mat, still.  Then slowly, Kelly gets to her feet, looking down at Lightning’s still form, and staggering to the top rope.  She looks over at Lightning on the ground, and grins.

Mark: Kelly’s up!  One big move, and the TV title is hers!

Pollaski: And I think she’s going to do it with THE FLIGHT PATH!  HOw fitting, to win the TV title with an homage to her boyfriend and inspiration!

Kelly gauges the distance to the prone champion, and prepares to leap-

*TELUM!*

Pollaski: HOLY FUCK WHERE THE HELL DID MISTY WHITMORE COME FROM?!

Mark: OUT OF NOWHERE!  LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE MISTY GOT ON THE APRON, RAN ACROSS THE TOP ROPE, AND DROPKICKED KELLY OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!

Kelly goes tumbling out of the ring, catching the ringside barricade as she does, lying in the heap, as the crowd erupts.  Misty lands hard on the top turnbuckle, gasping in pain as her arm catches the ring post, although it stops her own momentum.  Cradling her arm, she rolls on top of the turnbuckle.  Seeing Lightning getting to her feet, she wastes no time leaping…

*AD ASTRA!*

Mark: SHE HIT IT!  MISTY WHITMORE IS THREE SECONDS AWAY FROM WINNING THE TELEVISION TITLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Pollaski: SHE GOT IT! 

*DING DING DING!*

THe crowd explodes, and Misty leaps to her feet, jumping up and down in excitement, although she’s certainly in pain in both her shoulder and lower back.  The ref hands her a title,, and with her uninjured shoulder, she raises it in the air, the crowd going ballistic!

Pollaski: Misty Whitmore was broken in half mere minutes ago and this was a two person match!  She recoverd, fought through the pain, and completely WON this match with an offensive flurry out of nowhere!

Mark: Absolutely stunning turn of events!  Kelly McGuffin is completely crushed!  Yet another opportunity slips away from her at the last second, but oh my god, Misty Whitmorewith the come from behind finish of the year!

Sure enough, Kelly’s on the outside, looking completely crushed as Misty continues to celebrate in the ring.  Lightning’s rolling out of the ring, holding her head in pain, but Kelly angrily  pushes herself to her feet, and stalks up the ramp, completely infuriated.

Pollaski: That’s the nature of the beast in a triple threat.  At any time you can have it ripped away from you, and Kelly learned that the HARD WAY!  But all props to Misty Whitmore!  What heart!  What dedication!

Mark: And now she has to deal with Destiny Campbell in just two weeks!  But for tonight, the night belongs to VOX POPULI!

As Misty continues to celebrate in the ring, we cut to a commercial for One Night Stand.


End of the Line

The opening of "Violence (Enough Is Enough)" by A Day to Remember begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. When the vocals begin strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen and the capacity crowd in the Lucas Oil Stadium all look to the entryway to see if Freya Kane is there. Nothing.  The song keeps playing until shifting into another one of A Day To Remember’s songs, “All I Want.”  From the back steps Freya Kane with that walking boot on her right leg and a crutch to help her out.  Her adopted home state gives her a thunderous ovation as she makes her way to the ring.  Slowly she makes her way to the squared circle with a ringside worker helping her inside.  The music fades out as Freya asks for a microphone.

Freya: The first thing I want to say is, well, let’s go Colts!

Cheap pop from the crowd but Freya is a Colts fan so it works out.  She smiles before trying to get comfortable standing in the ring.

Freya: Being from this wonderful state in a manner of speaking, it just feels right to say a few things tonight here.  I was raised here for nearly 14 years of my life.  My childhood was spent here in Indiana.  I learned to love basketball like a lot of the children here.  I watched Peyton Manning as a rookie, struggling but we all knew that someday he’d be the best and we’d get a great quarterback to replace him when his time here was done.

More cheers about the Andrew Luck reference.  Freya keeps smiling looking out into the sold out Lucas Oil Stadium.

Freya: Tonight, though, isn’t to celebrate the great sports figures in this wonderful state.  No, instead I am here to make a couple of announcements.  The first of my announcements is rather simple and I think quite a few of you will be pleased with it.  From now until the new year, all merchandise on my web store is a whooping 90% off.

Hey, cheap wrestling stuff, who doesn’t love that?  The crowd cheers a bit more before dying down as the smile goes away, replaced with a more serious face.

Freya: And now for the other announcement and I’m sorry to say it’s not as great as that first one.  As some of you might know my right leg, overall, is in pretty terrible shape.  I have a partial ACL and MCL tear in my right knee and I’m in dire need of total ligament reconstructive surgery on my right ankle.  It hurts to walk, to even stand here while speaking to everyone here tonight.  I have a hard time making it up and down stairs at the moment and yet, while this should be a happy time in my life when I’m getting married in two weeks, I feel just beyond awful that I have to say this.

The suspense builds though mostly everyone knows what she’s going to say next.  Freya exhales, trying to remain calm in the middle of the ring and it’s not working out to well.

Freya: For the past five years or so, when I was able to, I was spending my life in this ring.  I was wrestling men, women, anyone who was put in front of me without backing down.  I came into this ring every single night with the intention to just hit the person across from me as hard I as I could and give everyone their money’s worth.  Getting into wrestling was something that seemed natural with my cousins being wildly successful in this sport.  Just something I wanted to do with my life.

Again she tries to keep her composure while doing a bit of reflecting.

Freya: In one of my first matches in 2008, I came across a woman who would become one of my greatest friends to this day in Alysson Gardner.  I look at someone at her and I’m reminded of the fun I had in this sport.  I’m reminded of all the great times I had with the people that I’m able to call a friend from doing this.  People like Aly made this fun for me, to travel, to be away from my family because they always were there to help fill that void.

People clap and also cheer for Alysson after Freya’s mention.

Freya: And it’s just so hard to know that I’ll never do it again.  After speaking with my doctor and my surgeon, even after the surgery and the rehab they just can’t recommend that I get back into the ring.  All the damage that my ankle has suffered of the past five years is just too much and I don’t want to end up in a wheelchair or something for the rest of my life.  That and I’ve suffered a few too many concussions in my life.  I don’t want to end up slipping into some mental problem and end up doing something awful.

A few tears are streaming down her face before she wipes them away.  No one is really saying anything at the moment, just taking it all in.

Freya: As of tonight, November 30th, 2013, this is the last time you’ll see me, Freya Kane, inside of a wrestling ring.  I know that most people think that retirements never stick and I’ll be back this time next year, I can assure you that this is the end for me.  There’s too much to risk.  There is too much for me to lose out on in my life by risking getting back in here in the future.  And don’t blame anyone for this either.  It was no one’s fault with how this ankle turned out.  Sometimes life just happens like this and we have to play the cards we’re dealt. 

Once again Freya pauses to wipe away a tear or two before looking to the entryway to see Tifa Heafy running down to the ring to give her teacher a giant hug.  Tifa looks devastated before going to stand in the corner.

Freya: So, thank you for allowing me to wrestle here for even just a little while.  I know five years doesn’t seem like a super long time but it was the greatest five years of my life.  I’ll continue to watch and support FFW and SVW in any way that I possibly can.  To my friends, thank you.  To my rivals, thank you.  Even you, Mikaela Demidov, thank you for pushing me to my limits mentally for having to deal with your crap all year.  You’ve make me a stronger woman because of it, win the Femme For All tonight.

The crowd is in SHOCK with Freya backing up Mika like that.

Freya: And, to everyone here, watching at home through legal or illegal means, thank you for the support or hate.  Whether I was the goofy girl, the Unbreakable, the Red Bull Assassin, or Wrestling’s Dangerous Tiger, I love all of you.

Freya hands the microphone back off to ringside before “All I Want” begins to play again.  Tifa gives her teacher another hug before helping her out of the ring.  Freya goes around ringside to high five the fans and even stops to take notice of her mom in the front row crying her eyes out.  The two hug before Freya goes back to high fiving everyone she possibly can.  Tifa helps Freya back to the entryway before Freya turns around and waves goodbye to the fans before going into the back.




Cory: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match!

The crowd immediately begins to boo as the distorted acoustic opening to Sleigh Bells’ “Rill Rill” begins to play.  This jeering intensifies as Jessika comes out, walking slowly, a placid, almost vacant smile on her face as she walks towards the ring.  She rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, and stands up, going to her corner.  She slowly begins to remove her robe, tucking it into the corner beneath the bottom turnbuckle.

Cory: Introducing first! From Salem, Massachusetts……..“The Blood Witch” Jessika Hexstar!

Mark: Here we go. These two didn’t settle a damn thing between them back at Sin and Sacrifice, but this time it’s anything goes and with the chaos we saw back then, I’m sure that these two are going to take full advantage of the rules, or lack thereof.

CCM: Hell yeah! And when you look at how personal this has gotten and how driven Kinsey was in that last match, I would not want to be in Jessika’s shoes right now.

As Good Girl by Carrie Underwood starts to play, Kinsey DeCaro heads to the centre of the stage, nodding her head to the music with a huge smile. As the clapping refrain starts on the music, she claps in time to it, encouraging the crowd to join in as she rushes from one side of the stage to the other. Finally returning back to the middle of the stage the short blonde heads down the entrance ramp, pinballing from side to side as she high fives as many fans as possible. Getting to the ring she slides under the bottom rope and rolls to her feet, where Jessika charges her and nails shot after shot to her as sends her back against a corner. The referee calls for the bell and Jessika whips Kinsey across the ring. Kinsey collides with the turnbuckles hard and staggers out into the center of the ring, where Jessika catches her and nails a side slam. Kinsey rolls against the ropes and Jessika waits for her to start getting up before she charges at her. Kinsey ducks a shoulder and launches Jessika over the ropes but she lands on the apron. Kinsey turns around and goes for a should thrust through the top and middle ropes, but Jessika moves out of the way and catches her in the jaw with a kick.

CCM: Ouch! You could hear that shot echo through the arena!

Mark: Yeah and much to the dismay of the FFW faithful here in Indianapolis, Hexstar remains in control here in the opening moments of this match.

Kinsey staggers back into the ring and Jessika gets in and waits for her to turn around before charging and goes for a spear. Kinsey manages to move out of the way and when Jessika turns to face her, she boots her in the midsection and then plants her into the mat with a DDT. The fans roar their approval as Kinsey stays on The Blood Witch, delivering shot after shot to her skull as she rains down punch after punch on her. Hexstar scrambles away and rolls under the ropes to boos. She holds the back of her head as she tries to regroup on the arena floor, but Kinsey rolls out after her. She grabs Hexstar by the hair and goes to slam her face first into the nearest ring post, but Jessika gets her foot up against the post and blocks it. She elbows Kinsey in the side, then reaches up and rakes her eyes. Kinsey lets go of her and staggers back, but Jessika grabs her by her hair and launches her face first into the post.

CCM: I figured this one wouldn’t take long to spill out of the ring!

Mark: Hexstar is still in firm control of the match and with the action going out of the ring and arguably into Hexstar’s domain, Kinsey needs to try something desperately to take the reins here.

Hexstar nails several shots to Kinsey before making her way over to the barricade around ringside. She forces a little boy up from his seat, then grabs his chair and folds it up as she seems to size Kinsey up for a moment. As a dazed Kinsey leans against the ring post and turns toward her, Hexstar swings the chair and…………..gets nothing but post as Kinsey moves out of the way! The crowd cheers this and Kinsey nails shot after shot to Jessika before she grabs her and whips her into the guard rail. Kinsey picks up the chair and with Jessika holding her side, lifts it up and brings it down right on top of her head! Kinsey lifts it up and nails Jessica a second time, then a third before she throws the dented chair aside and begins laying into Jessika with punches again.

Mark: Good god! Look at that chair! It’s got Jessika’s head imprinted into it!

CCM: Kinsey’s finally taken control in a big way and she’s not giving Hexstar any room to breath and you know what? I don’t blame her! To be honest I hope she grabs another chair and takes her bloody head off!

Kinsey takes a few steps back as Jessika struggles to catch her breath as she leans against the railing, reeling from the chair shots and Kinsey’s sudden burst of offense. But Kinsey doesn’t give her much time to regroup as she charges at her and clotheslines her over the guardrail, tumbling over and into the first row of chairs with her! Though both women are obviously feeling the affects of the tumble, Kinsey crawls over to a motionless Jessika and gets on top of her.

Mark: Kinsey’s going for the first cover of the match!


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Two! Jessika kicks out! The fans start a “Kinsey” chant as the blond gets to her feet slowly. Jessika crawls over to a chair and starts to pull herself up, but Kinsey grabs her by the back of the head and slams her face first into the seat of the chair! Kinsey quickly pulls her back up and grabs her by the hair to lead her through the crowd, which parts enthusiastically for them. As they get to the back of the floor level seating, Jessika nails a shot to Kinsey’s midsection, then another and another. She shoves Kinsey off of her and then boots the blond in the midsection. She then grabs her by the arm and whips her against the barrier separating the floor seating from the rest of the stands in the arena. Jessika grabs a chair and wastes no time in nailing the blonde across the skull with it. Kinsey staggers along the barrier and makes her way to a tunnel leading back into the arena.

CCM: These two are now working their way backstage and they’re showing no signs of stopping.

Mark: They want to take each other’s heads off and thankfully I think the fans are now out of harms way with this melee, at least for the time being.

Jessika grabs a garbage can from near the tunnel’s entrance and don’t even bother to empty out it’s contents as she lifts it up and nails Kinsey across the skull with it. The blonde falls to a knee, then tries crawling down the tunnel and backstage as Jessika stalks her. She nails a few kicks to Kinsey’s back before she places the garbage can down on the floor. She makes her way over to the blonde and lifts her up by her hair. She cackles with laughter as she slaps her across the face, then grabs her and snaps her back with a suplex that crumples up the garbage can! Kinsey writhes in pain, but Jessika quickly gets on her for the cover.

CCM: Bloody hell! Kinsey’s kidney’s may have just popped like balloons after that!


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ThrNO! Kinsey kicks out! Jessika sits up and glares at the referee, even lunging at him and driving him back down the tunnel toward the arena before she turns back to Kinsey and lays into her with a few kicks. She then grabs her by the arm and literally drags her down the hallway and to what appears to be a production area.

Mark: These two are now back in one of our production areas backstage and I don’t think this bodes well for one of them.

CCM: Unfortunately that ‘one’ may be Kinsey, who I don’t even think knows where she is right now.

Jessika quickly drops Kinsey’s arm and then grabs a thick black cord from the floor and wastes little time in wrapping it around the blonde’s neck to choke her. Kinsey does her back to try and get her fingers between the cord and her neck but it’s to no avail. Her face turns a sickening shade of purple as Jessika continues to choke her for what seems like minutes before she finally lets go of her. She spots a monitor nearby and quickly goes to work disconnecting it from it’s cables. The ref checks on Kinsey, but Jessika gets the monitor free and shoves him away. Kinsey grabs her throat as she struggles to sit up. The Blood Witch springs into action and brings the monitor down toward Kinsey’s head, but the blonde manages to move out of the way just in time!

CCM: What a sick bitch! It’s obvious she’s not going after win right now, she just wants to maim Kinsey as best as she can!

Mark: Maim her? Kill her is more like it! Thank god she moved out of the way of that monitor!

Kinsey gets to her knees and nails a shot to Jessika’s midsection, then another and another but Jessika knees her in the chest and pulls her to her feet. She whips Kinsey toward the wall of the hallway, but Kinsey reverses and sends her into it instead. Jessika holds her shoulder as she staggers along the hallway and comes to a door at the end of it. She turns and just as she does, Kinsey takes off and charges her, nailing a spear that sends them both through the door!

Mark: Damn it! Neither one of them are moving after that, I think they both may be dead!

CCM: Holy crap! Kinsey with a huge spear there but I’m not sure which one of them it hurt more!

The crowd in the arena starts a “holy shit” chant as both women lay motionless among the wreckage of the door. Kinsey manages to roll over onto her back, but Jessika rolls over onto her stomach and manages to stretch an arm out over Kinsey’s chest. The ref gets down and counts.

Mark: She’s gonna steal it!


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Three………..NO! Kinsey shoots her shoulder up and the crowd inside of the arena goes bonkers.

CCM: Kinsey kicks out and bloody hell, at the rate this one is going they’re going to have to kill one another in order for anyone to stay down!

Jessika rolls onto her back and away from the debris of the door. She grabs the door frame and starts to pull herself up, though she only gets to her knees before she falls back down to the floor on her back, in obvious pain. The referee rushes over to check on her, but Jessika shoves him away repeatedly. Finally, she gets to her hands and knees as she goes to pull herself up but Kinsey, who’s made it to her knees dives on top of her and nails repeated shots down onto The Blood Witch.

Mark: I think that Jessika’s seriously hurt after that spear but I think Kinsey could give a damn less at this point. After what Jessika’s put her through, she wants to punish her and I can’t really blame her one bit.

Kinsey finally gets to her feet and grabs Jessika by the hair. She pulls her across the room that they’d burst into and tosses Jessika against another door, this one opening up and leading into what appears to be a parking garage. Jessika staggers away from Kinsey, only to run into the front end of a blue Chevy Malibu. She rests against it for a few moments and then turns around just as Kinsey comes rushing at her, but Jessika takes a step out to greet her and lowers her shoulders to launch the blonde through the air and onto the car’s hood with a loud thud.

CCM: I don’t know who’s car that is but I hope they have insurance.

Kinsey lays there, motionless on the hood for several moments before she slides off of it and to the concrete floor of the garage. Jessika lays into her with one kick, then another before grabbing the blond by her hair and pulling her up to her feet. She yanks Kinsey away from the car, only to grab her by the head and hoist her up for a suplex. She holds Kinsey up vertically for several long moments before sending her crashing back down into the hood of the Malibu.

Mark: Good lord, if that’s not the end of this match then I don’t know what could be. Kinsey isn’t moving a damn muscle after that and I think she’s in immediate need of medical attention.

Jessika gets to her feet and takes a moment to admire her handiwork before crawling onto the car hood herself and pinning Kinsey.


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Three! NOOOOOOOOOOO! Kinsey somehow gets her shoulder up! Jessika sits up, unable to believe it. She hops off of the hood and gets in the referee’s face, screaming at him that it was a three count. Her argument seems to get her nowhere, however and does nothing but really drive the referee back. She turns back to the car and notices Kinsey rolling onto her side. She rushes over and goes to nail some shots to her, but Kinsey manages to get a leg up and kicks Jessika on the side of the skull. Jessika staggers back and falls to a knee, obviously dazed. Kinsey takes the opening to pull herself to a kneeling position on the hood, then she stands up. Jessika gets her bearings about her and gets back to a vertical base and just as she does, Kinsey flies through the air with a cross body that sends them both tumbling onto the concrete!

CCM: She dug down deep to pull off that cross body! Now all she needs to do is cover Jessika and I think she’s got this one in the bag!

Both women lay on the concrete for a few moments, obviously hurt. But after a few moments, Kinsey manages to roll over and get an arm over Jessika’s chest.

Mark: She’s got it!


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Three!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! At the last millisecond, Jessika manages to kick out!

Mark: My god, at the rate these two are going they’re going to have to park that car on each other in order for either of them to stay down.

Kinsey rolls over onto her back and then sits up, the fight obviously taking it’s toll on her as she holds her lower back and sucks in air. After a few moments, she slowly makes it to her feet and gingerly reaches down to pull up Jessika. She grabs Jessika by the back of the head and charges her over to the side of another car, where she goes to slam Jessika head first. The Blood Witch manages to reverse the momentum, though and sends Kinsey into it instead. Jessika hammers away on the blonde before pulling her away from the car. It takes little time for us to see what got the witch’s attention as she tosses Kinsey against the tailgate of a blue Ford F-150. Jessika quickly opens the tailgate and slams Kinsey face first into repeatedly until the blonde seems to be out of it. With this, she lifts Kinsey’s body up onto the tailgate and reaches into her dress to pull out a small black bag. She hastily opens it and pours it’s contents, thumbtacks and broken glass, all over Kinsey. As the bag empties, she tosses it aside and climbs over Kinsey’s legs and into the box of the truck. She climbs up onto the top of the cab and stands up slowly, sizing Kinsey up.

CCM: I think she’s about to go for a Sacrifice of Blood, but god damn. This is like suicide, if you ask me.

Mark: This isn’t going to be pretty and it’s not going to end well no matter what happens. What in the hell is this woman thinking?!

Jessika takes a deep breath and leaps off of the cab to soar through the air with a splash that catches none of Kinsey and all of the tailgate, which breaks under the impact of the splash and sends Jessika tumbling to the garage floor.

Mark: I think she’s dead! She’s not moving a muscle!

Sure enough, Jessika lays motionless on the ground but Kinsey quickly gets down, rolls her over and hooks her leg.


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Cory: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner………..KINSEY DECARO!

[Adam Grant]

The Wrath of Adira

The FFW Future Shock Season Twelve logo flashes the screen as we are taken to the closing moments from one night before.

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Laine looked in shock as Adira got to her feet. And the Finnish DJ rolled out to the floor to get away from her. Adira hit the ropes and came out after her before Laine took off around the ring with the Canadian in hot pursuit.

Mark: I think she’s taking your advice, Rebecka! Laine is running for her damn life, and I don’t blame her a bit!

Becka: I think DJ is up to something.  Don’t be surprised if Laine rolls into the ring at the last second.

Laine made almost an entire lap around the ring before she stopped, but Adira didn’t as she caught her with a vicious clothesline to the floor. Laine crawled slowly towards the corner, grabbing onto the ringpost under the ring as Adira grabbed her foot and tried to pull her free. The fans in the arena were boisterous as they chanted for Riddick.

Mark: Reiha has a death grip on the ring post, and Riddick is trying to get her free! These fans want to see Adira destroy this woman!

Becka: DJ shouldn’t have stopped running and now Adira is going to make her pay for that lack of judgment.

Riddick let go of her feet and started to move towards her when Laine used a drop toe hold to send her face first onto the floor. She grabbed something under the ring and then grabbed Adira’s arm. The referee was making sure Rhea and Lily left the ring area as Reiha had grabbed a microphone cable and began to tie it around Adira’s wrist and the other end around the ring post, barely a foot away.

Mark: What is she…? She’s tying Riddick’s arm to the ring post at ringside, and….

Laine got back to her feet and slid back into the ring as the referee turned back, seeing Adira down on the floor from half a ring away. She began her ten count as Laine lay against the corner, trying to catch her breath as the referee was up to five. Riddick began trying to get up, though her arm being tied to the ringpost was making that very difficult. She jerked at it, trying to get free till she realized she was tied up and began trying to loosen the knot Laine had tied. It gave her some trouble before she finally unfastened it and got to her feet when the referee hit ten and called for the bell!

Becka: The fans may not like the DJ but she used her brain to out-fox her opponents here tonight.  Microphone cord around the wrist and the ring post is just genius.

Mark: What a load of horse crap! Laine got Riddick counted out! And now Reiha Laine has immunity?!?!

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As the video fades out, we cut back to a live shot where we see Amber Carano standing by backstage next to none other than Adira Riddick.

Amber: Joining me at this time is a woman that competed just last night in the third round of Future Shock, and as you saw, didn’t end it quite like she wanted. Adira, thank you for joining me here tonight at Anarchy!

Adira looks at Amber and smiles at her, just as she usually does. Then she takes a deep breath, who could blame her after reviving last night, she swallows a bit and then starts talking.

Adira: Thank you for having me, Amber. It’s... nice to be here in front of this awesome crowd tonight after what transpired on last night Future Shock Challenge.

Adira then looks at Amber waiting for the question she feels is coming just by looking into Amber’s eyes.

Amber: The most obvious question is the main one. We just witnessed once again what happened last night when you were tethered to the ring post to allow Reiha Laine to score the win and earn immunity into the next round. I’d like for you to share your thoughts about what took place.

Riddick takes another deep breath and drives her right hand over to her head while she looks to a blank spot on the corner and then drives her eyes back to the camera as she speak.

Adira: Amber, FFW, all of you know what happened last night, and if you didn’t knew you saw it. You all know how much I “like” miss Laine, you all know how goal driven I am and how pissed her antics make me. I’m not one to use this word too much in wrestling, because quite frankly everything can happen in this industry, but last night I was robbed from the opportunity to earn immunity and to kick Laine’s rear parts.

Last night you all saw how a rodent makes its way to the top and just how low someone can get in order to satisfy their needs. But right now I just ask… does she knows what she made? Does she really internalizes the fact that once I come face to face with her in the middle of that ring… Ultraviolence will be short to describe what will happen to the “Finnish Beauty”. She has been saying all day long that she was smarter, and I do think she was… but I don’t think she realizes that with that coward move, she just signed her death sentence. As Mark said last night, I’m not one to forgive this type of things that often.

Adira then looks at Amber as the interviewer’s body language expresses some fear standing side by side with someone as enraged as Adira looks right now.

Amber: As you may recall last night, Miss Laine’s actions weren’t confined to what she did to you. She used underhanded tactics as your partner, including using an exposed turnbuckle and a low blow to help your team win. And of course, she did superkick you into the cover for the win in the tag match. You’ve made it clear that you don’t like those tactics at all, yet did you feel like she was trying to test you throughout the match? That maybe she didn’t believe you when you said that kind of thing wouldn’t end well for her?

Riddick smiles at the question and then looking at Amber she starts talking.

Adira: I know she understood every single word that came out of my mouth. She believed in them, but she wanted to get under my skin. You see, as much as Future Shock is a showcase, it’s also a kind of popularity contest… as such… if you can find a way to get under the skin of one competitor and make her look foolish, the better for you. I knew she would do whatever it took to gain immunity this week, because, let’s be honest. She risked going against Sheffield, Rhea and Myself on the polls… Do you really think she would’ve stand a chance against any of us on a poll? But now that she’s doesn’t need that, she can sit and wait until one of the more “popular” competitors has to leave.

So, once again, I know she knew I meant every word, if she wouldn’t believe in them… Why would she spent most of the one on one part of the match running and needed to use underhanded tactics to get me counted out? I mean, if she didn’t believe me, if she wanted to test me… she would’ve stayed in the ring and fought like a real competitor would do. But she decided to run as a scared animal when they see a predator eye to eye.

Adira looks at the camera as Amber continues looking at her. She knows Adira wants to rip some heads and she doesn’t want to be the scapegoat for her anger.

Amber: Last question. Do you have any thoughts you’d like to share with the two women who you are competing against for votes this week? I know you respect them far more. And also any words you would like to share with the fans who are watching and no doubt having an extremely tough choice deciding this week?

Riddick’s body language seems to be toning down a bit as she smiles to the camera and speaks.

Adira: As a matter of fact I do. I know that both Lilly and Rhea are great competitors and have in fact respect for the industry, something that walking dead doesn’t seem to have. So this week the top three going in the season are facing elimination, I only want to say to both Lilly and Rhea that whatever happens, I will like to see them in the active roster. Also, I have a petition to make, as this week the voting is tougher on the fans and anything could and will happen… if for some turn of bad luck I get eliminated, please… PLEASE… kick her ass for me.

As to the fans, this week you face the toughest vote yet, but you knew that was a possibility and that in every competition only one can win. I just say vote with what your heart says is better. I know many of you want blood and want to see the type of hatred that my “rivalry” with the walking dead could bring to the ring, but I also know that both Rhea and Sheffield have a large fan base, so just vote with what you think is right. After all, this is a small world and sooner or later she’ll get what’s coming for her.

After that Adira simply smiles to the camera and leaves the scene. Amber stays and closes the interview. On that, we cut back to the ring.


It's Not PMS, At Least

Crystal sat backstage in the locker room as she was clad in her Triple Threat hoodie that read “We Conquered” She was nervous as she bounced around a bit as she watched the screen watching the last match ending. She offered a sigh as she twiddled her thumbs together, anxious and nervous of the match that she was about to be a part of in just a short few moments.As she sat there the door to the locker room opened up and in walked Casey Atherton in a pair of jeans and an FFW t-shirt carrying a plate of pasta, some shrimp on the side balanced on top of a can of Pepsi. In her other hand she carries two crab puffs.

Casey: I tell you, the food they put on at these events is just orgasmic. Seriously? Have you tried some of this stuff? They have to put the culinary equivalent of crack into these. I’m totally addicted to them. I just can’t get enough.

Crystal looks at the food as she shakes her head back at her before showing signs of nervousness again.

Crystal: Casey how can you talk about food at a time like this?! I have a match in a little bit… A match with a woman who has called me cancer again and again. How can you eat when I am about to go out there and compete in front of the world. There’s no more hiding now. The reality is starting to hit me that I have to face a former FFW and SVW Champion. A lot is at stake for me tonight… I really don’t know if I can conquer the woman that is in front of me. Maybe I am the cancer that she says I am… Maybe I am the ticking time bomb that is about to self destruct in less than a few moments.

Casey shrugs her shoulders and wears a little smile.

Casey: You’re the one wrestling. I’m just here cheering you on.

She takes a bite from one of the crab puffs before she continues.

Casey: Besides, does it really matter what she says? And why are you second guessing yourself now? Come on Crys, you’ve got this one in the bag. You know you have. Stop worrying and just wrestle your natural game; trust in yourself that you can do it. Otherwise you’ve already lost right?

Crystal: I understand that Casey but let’s think about this… I could be FFW’s biggest choke artist. More so than your ever so favorite woman in the world Starla McCloud. It seems like I have been fighting forever to step foot into the FFW title picture and every time I seem to make some sort of ground I get sent back a few steps by someone or something, and am forced to watch from the sidelines as others rise towards it. It’s just been a while since I had a big win. I dropped the ball in my last couple of matches losing to Kelly and Scarlett in tag action, singles action, and what not. Maybe tonight that cycle continues and I will be that cancer who keeps spiraling downwards. It’s just a lot of pressure and for the first time in my life I don’t know if I really am accepting of the spotlight that is in front of me.

The red haired woman shakes her head.

Casey: You really are pretty much insane aren’t you? FFW’s biggest choke artist? You? Look, Kelly is virtually unstoppable outside of a tag match. Scarlett has only ever been beaten by a handful of people in the history of this company. You can’t be upset that you’ve been on the wrong end of a tag and singles loss to them. Answer me a couple of questions Crystal. Which woman sat in this room beat three time FFW Champion, Legend and Hall of Famer, Isabella Pazzini one on one? Which woman in this room beat the current FFW Champion, Wendy Briese, for the Evolution Championship...in fact who has beaten multiple times? And in a two out of three falls match? Come on Crystal. You think any Stacey, or Wendy, or Val sit in their locker rooms this close to a match and start thinking about losing? No. They’ll be there thinking about winning and how they’re going to do it. You want to be like them, you have to be LIKE them. You have to have the same thing. It’s all about the PMA. Positive. Mental. Attitude.

Casey walks over to Crystal and drops onto her haunches right in front of her.

Casey: Come on Crystal. Let me hear you say it. Let me believe you when you say it. Come on Crys. I know it’s in there. Come on...Show me the money.

Crystal: PMA huh? Well I guess that’s better than PMSing… You know what I can do this I think… PMA… PMA… PMA….

Crystal repeats it over and over to herself as she looks at Casey.

Crystal: Show you the money? I don’t carry money like that… What do you think I am a stripper?!

Casey: It’s...it’s from a movie-you know what Crys...forget I even mentioned it.

The former Future Shock Champion takes a deep breath and lets it out in a quick sigh.

Casey: Now...Who’s gonna win this match, Crys? Who’s Gonna Win This Match, Crys? WHO’S GONNA WIN THIS MATCH, CRYS??

Crystal:: Stacey?!

Crystal thinks about it for a few moments before looking back at Casey.

Crystal: Oh… I AM…. POSITIVE MENTAL ATTITUDE!!!! I can do this because I am Crystal Hilton and Perfection doesn’t fail…. Hopefully…. Ahh screw it… Thank you for the encouragement. Hopefully all goes well tonight because we have much to do if I am in good condition for the next Breaking Point… And you know what that means right Casey?!

By this point Casey’s head has dropped and she looks a little wary.

Casey: No, Crys...what does it mean?

Crystal: It means that FFW comes to Atlanta which means I get to present you with a Casey Atherton this is your life. It’s only fitting for my new buddy and what a better place than in front of your hometown crowd. It will be a really good place to put Triple Threat and all the Casey Spaceys excited… Yeah scratch that… don’t know what to call your fans but you know what I mean! It’s your hometown Casey we have to make it big…

Casey: ...Right. I err...I think we’re good Crys. Seriously. I don’t think you’ll disappoint anyone by just turning up okay? No need to make a big deal about anything. I’m glad we had this talk. Now. Go out there and kick some ass. Positive. Mental. Attitude. You can do this. You CAN do this.

Crystal is pumped as she bangs on a locker as she exits the room. She looks back at Casey offering a smile.

Crystal: Oh and I am not insane by the way… You are the one who is insane if you think you are going to run away from your Atlanta roasting… now if you would excuse me…. PMA! PMA! PMA!

She says with a smile finally exiting the room.




Cory: The following match is set for one fall and... Is for the Femme Fatale Wrestling Evolution Championship. Introducing first, the challenger.

“Winners” hits the PA and Aimee Easter, dressed in gray and white ring gear with black lettering up and down her legs that read “Poetess”.  She stands at the top of the entrance and embraces the plethora of boos from the crowd before smiling and walking down to the ring, ignoring any and all outstretched hands by the fans along the way. Alongside her is the young man known as Tommy.  She climbs up the apron and enters the ring through the second rope.  She climbs to the second turnbuckle before outstretching her arms as if to embrace the crowd’s hate once more before dropping down and waiting for the bell but then stops and blows a kiss at Tommy.

Mark: We saw what took place earlier tonight, thanks to this despicable woman. And I hope she gets everything she’s got coming to her in just a few seconds.

Cory: Weighing in tonight at 190 lbs, standing at 6’1” and... Accompanied by Tommy... She is the Poe--

Easter stops Cory short and tells him something before telling him to get on with it. Cory Kincaid visibly rolls his eyes.

Cory: She is “The Revolution” Aimee Easter...! And her opponent!

Mark: Aimee Easter earned herself this opportunity by knocking Jennifer Williams before she challenged for the title at Sin & Sacrifice. Winning the shot is one thing, converting that to championship gold is another!

Mai: Nonsense Horton, nonsense! My former client in The so-called Tsunami may see her days numbered! And who is that dashing young man that Aimee brought with her?

“Slither” by Velvet Revolver rips chords throughout the arena as it darkens. Several blue and white spotlights begin to trail across the crowd before the camera points to the entrance ramp. Fireworks of blue and silver explode from the ground but before it ever stops there’s a single blur running down the ramp in the form of The Tsunami as Wolf Ramsey tries to keep up with her, holding the Evolution Championship in his hand! Eileen’s hair whips behind her and she looks incensed!

“Yyyeeeaaaahhh, here comes the water!
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I!”

Cory: Accompanied to the ring by Wolf Ramsey... She is YOUR FFW Evolution Champion... From Ocean City, Maryland and weighing in at 140 pounds... This is “THE TSUNAMI”... EILEEN AM--
The bell rings with referee Kevin Fisk trying to ask Eileen where the championship is so he can hoist it up for the Lucas Oil Stadium to see but Aimee is laughing like a banshee as Tommy waves his hand at the Tsunami who doesn’t even pay a single iota of attention to him. Instead Eileen crouches down with narrowed, bloodshot eyes that the camera focuses on and a tear-streaked face before she launches herself at Easter. Easter swings with a hard clothesline to take off Eileen’s head but Amaro stops and dropkicks Aimee right in the back of her head! As Easter drops down The Tsunami begins to hammer blows to the back of her head before The Tsunami gets right back up and drags Easter to the ring post before hammering her head into the turnbuckle again and again and again and again and again! The Evolution Champion immediately runs to the opposite corner of the turnbuckle just as Aimee slumps in the corner before she executes a running senton that squashes The Revolution’s head into the turnbuckle! She immediately begins to stomp a hole into the ribs of Aimee Easter who puts her hands up and yells for the referee to get The furious Tsunami off of her. Fisk grabs Eileen by wrist and tries to get her off of Aimee while The Tsunami is yelling her head off... Before she leapfrogs over Fisk and hits a spinning heel kick that nearly takes Aimee’s head clean off before she rolls out of the ring! The Lucas Oil Stadium cheers as Eileen leaps on the second rope and screams for Aimee to get back in the ring while Easter stares at her in disdain, rubbing her mouth.

Mark: Good Lord Almighty, Eileen Amaro has literally exploded as soon as the bell rang. And “The Revolution” just took a powder! Not with a bang, but a whimper!

Mai: If she doesn’t watch herself she’ll get disqualified but leave it up to The Tsunami to spite a true talent like Aimee so much that she won’t even let her win the title fairly!

The Tsunami is pacing around the wrong with eyes locked on Aimee as she seems to decide on how to enter the ring with Eileen just waiting, face scrunched up in hateful anger. At this moment Tommy suddenly hops onto the apron and yells at Fisk to do his job correctly! The Tsunami takes her attention right off of Aimee to immediately get her hands around her now ex-boyfriend’s throat but he immediately hops off the apron and Aimee finally gets her chance as she goes running for a shoulder tackle and hammers her entire frame into that of The Tsunami! Eileen sputters as Aimee forces her up and sends her into the ropes with an irish-whip but Eileen ducks it and executes a tilt-a-whirl that Aimee counters out into a knee backbreaker! She immediately puts her boot on Eileen’s through and puts her whole weight down as she walks on her neck, pressing the advantage! She forces Amaro back up and hooks her tights before raising her up for a rotating Vertical Suplex before dropping her down and going for the pin!

ONE!

Amaro instantly kicks out, causing The Revolution to put her hand on The Tsunami’s throat and force her up. Before Aimee can chokeslam her however, Eileen spits in her face and Aimee lets go, looking absolutely shocked that The Tsunami would have the gall to do something like that but when she turns her attention back on Amaro she gets hit with a Lou Thesz Press as once again Eileen rains down a hail of punches!

Mark: Amaro unloading with those big right hands, and over 70,000 people here in the Circle City are loving this!

Mai: Hey! Hey! Those are closed fists! Closed! It’s illegal! Illegal! Look at her hands Fisk!

Again Fisk tells The Tsunami that she needs to regain control of herself and she glares at him before Wolf Ramsey at ringside tells Eileen to calm down. Amaro warily looks at Aimee and seems to relax only the slightest bit before she reaches over to get her hands on Easter but this time its for naught as Easter jabs Eileen in the face but in reality its a thumb to the eye that trips the Evolution Champion as she clutches her face in pain and falls to her knees. Easter is no fool however and begins to pile on the offense as she grips The Tsunami by the hair and launches her back first into the turnbuckle before she comes running in like a mac truck and hits a body splash! Amaro looks positively winded as Aimee puts a finger to her lips and tells the crowd to shush before she holds up one of her hands and slaps Eileen across the chest with a vicious clap before nearly irish-whipping her into the opposite corner but pulling her back with a nasty Clothesline from Hell that drops The Tsunami on her back. Easter smirks wide and goes for an ‘elegant pin’.

Mai: GET EDUCATED!

Mark: Get bent! Easter with a ridiculous cover, and there’s no way this is going to work!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Again The Tsunami kicks out and The Revolution’s lips curl into a frown before she reaches into Eileen’s hair and forces her up before hooking in an abdominal stretch. She wrenches the Tsunami’s body back before slapping her hard across the chest again and again. In front of the Lucas Oil Stadium she strikes the Evolution Champion with a few hard shots while she asks the crowd if this is their savior, the person that’s just like them! Aimee then yucks it up as she yells that just like them she’s worthless and all alone. The Tsunami’s eyes seem to snap open from that and she snaps her head back before driving it into the mouth of The Revolution who breaks the hold before Eileen turns right around, slips underneath another haymaker and wraps her arms around Easter’s from behind in a Full Nelson before she leaps and drives Aimee’s head right into the mat! Amaro stares down at Aimee who has her hands on her mouth in pain as she rolls over but The Tsunami just takes the opportunity to leap up and drive her boots into Easter’s ribs with a vicious standing mushroom stomp! She finally goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Tommy now hops onto the apron and Eileen breaks the pin on her own accord as she stares at him from her position near Aimee. The young man looks like a deer caught in headlights before he immediately hops off the apron and The Evolution Champion rolls out of the ring in hot pursuit of him screaming. Tommy runs around the ring but finds himself blocked by Wolf Ramsey who just stares at him rather menacingly. The male valet of The Revolution turns right around only to see a furious Tsunami looking at him with bloodshot eyes. Eileen mouths something unmistakable in front of the camera before she menaces towards him.

Mark: Please hit him! Please hit him! I’m begging you to drop this prick!

Mai: He’s not even a wrestler! He’s just a valet! All Eileen is proving tonight is that she’s a bully! Sickening!

Mark: And you’re barely a commentator, but we make exceptions! Hit him!

Mai: HEY!

The Tsunami cracks her knuckles and jerks him forward as the crowd now chants along to lay Tommy out but before she can Wolf yells “EILY!” and it’s for not as Aimee comes barreling out of the ring and spears The Evolution Champion into the barricade! Eileen hugs her ribs in pain as Aimee begins to stomp away at her back again and again dropping her heel into it. Fisk begins to count to ten before he yells for The Revolution to take it back into the damn ring. Easter turns right around and yells in a nasty voice, “I HAVE TILL TEN!” before she turns around and hoists The Evolution Champion up on her shoulders before driving her once again back first into the barricade. The crowd is in anguish right along with the Evo champ as Aimee yells that hope will die before she picks Eileen up and gorilla presses her back into the ring, once again using the advantage of Tommy and Eileen’s frustrated state. The Revolution pulls herself back up into the ring with a wide smile on her face before she goes to pin Eileen... Only to get pulled into an inside cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...

NO!

Mai: NO! That wasn’t three! That... Oh thank God. I think I saw Amaro holding the tights there.

Mark: Will you stop?!  I’ll have you taken out of here in a second!

Easter’s eyes are left widened as she seems to realize that she was just a second from her loss again before she grinds her teeth and wraps her arms around The Tsunami’s waist in a nasty bearhug. She squeezes her ribs together and holds on like no tomorrow as Eileen lets out a tigress’s roar as she tries to rain down chops into the head of Easter but the larger woman swings The Tsunami around like a ragdoll, trying to squeeze the life out of her. Amaro seems to find it harder and harder to breath as she becomes more and more still with each passing moment, trying to rush out more hits before she slumps in Easter’s arms. Referee Fisk checks Eileen by raising her arm up once and getting no response. Immediately the entire Indianapolis crowd is stomping and clapping in rhythm as if hoping that Amaro will get back in the game and even Wolf at ringside is pounding the mat. All this does is make The Revolution shake the life out of her more.

...

Referee Fisk raises her arm up for a second time...

No response from the champion.

...

...Fisk raises her arm up one last time.

Mark: One more time, and this is over! C’mon, Eileen!

And her arm stays up as she begins to rain down blows on the challenger’s face once again before actually biting Aimee’s face! Easter obviously doesn’t expect this coming out as she stumbles back before Eileen leaps upward from a crouched position and hits an uppercut on Easter so hard that she drops to the mat! The Tsunami stares down at Aimee after that vicious shoryuken before she looks to the top rope and goes to climb it... Before The Evolution Champion stops and shakes her head, as if deciding that she hasn’t had enough of Easter yet. She quickly takes a running start and springboards just as Aimee rises to her feet to spike her head into the mat with a vicious diving DDT! Finally Eileen goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

...

...

KICKOUT!

The Tsunami grips her hair in frustration and begs Fisk that it had to be a three, begs him but Fisk shakes his head no with a sigh. Eileen rises to her feet and now looks to be looking for her top rope splash before Tommy once again hops on the apron and actually gets into the ring! The Tsunami instantly makes her way for him but Fisk tells her to focus on the match even though she’s reaching for Tommy’s throat! Fisk forces or tries to force Tommy out as he’s going at a snail’s pace but the second that the Evolution Champion turns around, Aimee pulls a taser out of her boot and holds it to Eileen Amaro’s side, electrocuting her!

Mark: For the love of God, would the referee throw that useless piece of garbage out here? And I mean Team, if you’re wondering! Eileen is getting mugged! Good job, Aimee, you and Laura Steele have a lot in common!

Mai: You’re saying Laura Steele is a future champion, Horton? Well I mean I guess I can see it...

She holds it for longer than necessary as the Evolution Champion begins to visibly foam at the mouth before she drops to the canvas, shaking! She puts her taser back in her boot just as Fisk finally yells for Tommy to get ejected but the look on Wolf Ramsey’s face is absolute fury as he yells at Fisk to damn well pay attention! Fisk points out that he will eject Wolf if he has to before turning to see Eileen convulsing on the mat. Eventually however, Amaro goes still. Aimee is sweaty and panting but all smiles as she forces a completely out of it champion up into vertical suplex position before she completes it with the powerslam! She goes for the pin as Fisk begins to count and the crowd boos thoroughly!

ONE!

TWO!

...

THREE!

Mark: Son of a--! Are you for real? Absolutely disgusting!

Mai: Announce it Cory! Oh announce it! I love it when they announce these things!

Cory: ...Here is your winner... And... NEW EVOLUTION CHAMPION... “THE REVOLUTION”... AAIIMMMEEEE EEEAAASSSTTEEERRR!

Mark: I’m sure Easter is proud of herself, there’s no doubt in my mind! And she can rot in hell for all I give a damn!

Mai: The revolution is here! Oh happy day!

Aimee rolls out of the ring as soon as she gets the Evolution Championship in hand before she’s joined by Tommy coming right back out of the gorilla position before the two rather sickeningly kiss before they turn their attention to the ring where Wolf is crouched down and cradling a barely conscious Amaro and a medic at ringside flashing a miniature flashlight in her eyes and checking her breathing. We cut once more to the new champion before we cut elsewhere.


Judge Me Not For My Friends

We head elsewhere inside Lucas Oil Stadium as we find the Future Shock Season Twelve logo hanging behind both Rhea Laskaris and her manager, Kyle Kilmeade. Neither one look terribly amused as Kyle begins.

Kyle: So last night in Future Shock, something happened that I didn’t think would happen. Rhea here...saw her own blood because of the actions of the woman who not only busted her open but won the immunity. Now I’m the last person to come down on anyone for doing things they shouldn’t, I’d be very hypocritical if I was. But while all that worked out well and got Reiha Laine a pass into the fourth round, unfortunately it also prolongs her date with destiny. Because very soon one way or another be it here or ont he roster, she’s going to meet my Greek Amazon here, and she won’t enjoy that.

Rhea stood, arms crossed with a small bandage across her forehead, and looking none too happy.

Rhea: I’m not going to get on Reiha for how she fought, she won and whining fixes nothing.  What I will say though, is that this is far from over. And lets be honest here, I screwed up. If I didn’t try for that double team I truly believe Lilly and I would’ve been the two facing off after. But, that wasn’t the case and here we are.  Me with a headache the size of the Parthenon, and with a 1/3 chance of being eliminated from Future Shock.

Kyle: Like I said, I’m not going to sit here and complain about what the DJ did. It’s done and over, nothing we can do about it now. But I will make you this little promise. Obviously the fans have quite a choice ahead of them this week. You got Adira and Lily as well as Rhea here to decide who you want to send off. Rest assured that my girl here signed her FFW contract a little while ago, she’ll be on the roster one way or another. But here’s the promise. If you keep Rhea in, you can guarantee...take it to the bank...that when she gets her hands on Laine….you’ll see what it looks like when an Amazon has been pushed too far.

Rhea: You’ve got that right.  So let me lay this out for everyone.  Adira is Samantha’s chosen one, Lilly is sister to SVW superstar Ryan Sheffield and poster child of the season practically.  And me? I’m a legend in the making.  This isn’t some catchphrase or hashtag, this isn’t something Kyle cooked up to boost my popularity or anything like that.  It’s the truth. I will fight anyone, in any match, in any place. I will face any challenge head on and I will always give every single ounce of strength my body has to offer.  Because that is what I do, that is who I am. Vote to keep me in, and I promise you Ms. Laine will feel that power head on.  I promse not to give revenge, but to make a point.  That I don’t need cheap shots, cheating, or weapons to rip someone limb from limb.  What she experienced in the ring with me was merely a taste.  Think about that for a few minutes, Reiha. And if...if I am voted off, I can promise you, and all the FFW fans that this is only the tip of the iceberg. This Amazon is ready for war.

Kyle nods in agreement, turning back to the camera.

Kyle: I wouldn’t normally say this, but I feel it needs to be. I realize a lot of you out there may not like me a whole lot. And I understand that. I get that. And I don’t begrudge you for it. But this week when you head to vote for the elimination, don’t vote for Rhea because of me. When you sit down to make that choice, pretend I have nothing to do with her. Because I’d love to see her make it to the final round. And the idea that one of you voted for her because of me...it’s not fair to her. She deserves better than that. Judge her for her own actions and abilities, and not for who she is associated with. Let who she is be your guide, not who she knows.

Rhea’s arms uncross as she looks at him, a bit surprised.

Rhea: This has been my dream since I was a little girl. Cliche I know.  But let me explain. Not to win a title, or even to be in a Hall of Fame. Those will all come in time. But to be a wrestler, to fight and show what I can do. To be like the wrestlers that inspired me, fighting until they could barely stand.  This is my dream, a dream I know others share.  I have trained for ten years to get to this point, and all I ask is you help me take that next step. Help me to the next round and let me prove just how much this means to me.

Kyle places a hand on Rhea’s shoulder as we cut away to a highlight package for the Ultraviolence Championship.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following is a Last Woman Standing Match... For the Femme Fatale Wrestling... Ultraviolence Championship! ...Introducing first...

The lights dim as the drums start, guitar rumbling through the arena as Pain Train Penny stands at the end of the ramp with a mix of joy, and a hunger for violence. Joined at her side by Gabriel Chance, arms crossed.

I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws into you , yeah my way
Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day
Make my day

Cory: Accompanied to the ring by Gabriel Chance... She weighs in tonight at 186 lbs, and stands at 6’0”... From Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Death Valley... Your FFW Ultraviolence Champion... This is the Pain Train... Penny Buchanan!

With that and a somewhat frightening smile Penny makes her way down the ramp, with Gabriel not far behind. Walking slowly the big Texan alternates swatting hands of fans and snarling at them almost playfully as she marches slowly to the ramp.  Every step reminding those around her just how big and strong she really is.

Yeah
Got some hell to pay you , I steal your thunder
The joy of violent movement, pulls you under
Ooh bite the bullet, well hard
Yea, but I bite harder, so go too far
Too far

The amazonian brunette climbs into the ring almost methodically as Gabriel walks around the ring. Penny suddenly charges to the corner climbing up and pumping her arm, looking out at the crowd.  "Pain Train's comin'!" she roars before hopping down from the corner, extremely eager to lay down some pain on her opponent.

Cory: ...And her opponent...

The first chords for "Adrenaline" hit the PA, as images of Alysson in action are shown in slow-motion in the titantron. When the drums kick in, the tron starts flashing slices of action in an incredible speed, as Alysson shows atop the entrance ramp with her motorcycle, forcing the engine so to make a loud roar noise as the crowd cheers on. After that, she jumps off the bike and removes her helmet, looking over the crowd, before throwing up the horns, making an X with her arms. After that, the Big Red rushes down to the ring, sliding in and showing off for the crowd, throwing more cross-arm horns.

Cory: From New York, New York she weighs in at 149 lbs and stands at 5’8”... She is Alysson Gardner!

The moment the two women stand face to face in the squared circle the bell rings with referee Malcolm Parks motioning for the action to begin as both women stare each other down for a few moments before they nearly lock up until Buchanan finds that Gardner slips right under her legs and slides right under the bottom rope and flips the apron up before she begins to hunt for weapons. The Pain Train’s eyebrow arches before she sticks her head over the top rope and reaches down to grab Alysson by the hair with a smirk on her face. The Ultraviolence Champion’s face breaks into a look of shock however as she sees a flash of red in Gardner’s hands before a blast of white foam from the fire extinguisher sprays her in the head! Alysson hefts the weapon up on her shoulder as she leaps onto the apron once more and drives it head first into the head of the Pain Train. The Indianapolis crowd pops as Penny rolls out of the ring and stumbles just in time for Gardner to run her down with another shot to the head!

Wolf: It would seem that off the bat Gardner is taking as little hesitation in possible as working over the Ultraviolence Champion with a straight shot to the head. Now she’s looking for more toys under the apron.

Mai: Gardner’s no fool in this regard. Sure, she’s one of the stronger women of the Ultraviolence division, both in height and weight but Pain Train dwarfs them by just a sheer bit... And already Buchanan is busted open! I’ll go console Chance.

Wolf: Your death wish is charming.

Gardner holds up the chair and nods to herself before she slaps it once against the mat and stares at Penny as she begins to slowly get to her feet, shaking off the attacks that Aly recently threw at her. Gardner instantly heaves the folded chair at the Pain Train’s head, hoping to lay her out but the effect doesn’t go the way Alysson hops as Penny raises her arm and punches the chair down to the mat... With her imprint on it. Alysson grits her teeth and suddenly starts running forward to Penny who in a fit of athleticism leaps right over Gardner! Gardner nearly finds herself running into the steel steps and barely steps herself, eyes wide and shocked that she almost eat steel on her own accord! Unfortunately for her Penny seems to think that she should help Gardner in this situation and grips her by the hair before driving her head first into the metal... Again and again and again and again in rapid fire succession before the Ultraviolence Champion lets out a roar and hits a close-up lariat on Aly. She grips Aly up and sets her up in a powerbomb position before Buchanan drives her back first into steel... Before lifting her up and doing it again! Gardner looks punch drunk from taking steel to the back but she tries to hit Penny in the head with a few furious shots, though the Ultraviolence Champion sends her back first into the metal AGAIN... The Redheaded Rocker keeps trying but she slows down on the hits before Buchanan powerbombs her back first into the steel steps AGAIN! This time Alysson’s head whiplashs into the metal and just as Penny drops on her rear and pants! Gardner in the meantime begins to slowly roll off the steps before she lays, her eyes glassy! Referee Parks begins his count as Alysson begins to show signs of before she tries to roll herself up, but she can’t at first... Laying flat once more on her back with her eyes rolled back up in her head.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!
...
FI--

Alysson has gotten herself back up just at the five count while putting a hand on her back as she looks at The Pain Train who is bleeding at the head. The two women eye each other down as Malcolm Parks begins to follow them when they start throwing hands at each other with back and forths as Penny finally hits a straight double axe handle to the back of Aly’s head before irish-whipping her into the railing before throwing her over and hopping after her. The two women begin to get into a straight up fist-fight once more with Aly trying to duck and dodge most of Penny’s blows. In the meantime every one of Gardner’s hits seem to cause the Ultraviolence Champion the annoyance of a gnat rather than any actual problem. Still the two women begin to scale up the stairs! Aly suddenly turns around and hits a nasty mule kick to the ribs of Buchanan and she nearly begins to trip before Aly actually reaches out to grab Penny and stop her from having a dangerous accident... Only to drive her face headfirst into the stairs! The Pain Train is down for the count and Aly immediately looks to her left where the production equipment has been hidden among the crowd... Instead however she leaves Penny to have Malcolm count her out on the stairs as she rolls over... Blood streaming from her nose!

Mai: Looks like Buchanan’s face is just pouring out more and more blood as we go along. I knew a dominatrix in Prague into th--

Wolf: And the winner of this match will be going on to face Kate Steele in a Street Fight at the first Breaking Point. I believe Miss Steele is cashing in her rematch clause.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

F--!

And Buchanan is back up as though it had only affected her before she hops over the Pain Train only seems to have eyes for Alysson who at this point has picked up two steel chairs and attempts to execute a hardcore Bell Clap. Penny however catches it in the nick of time and puts her arms at the sides of her head to protect herself while Gardner attempts to lay her out. Buchanan blocks perfectly with her hands up before she reaches out to deck Alysson in the mug and make her drop the chairs! Buchanan quickly acts fast as the blood soaks over her face but she seems to not let it slow her down as she gives a bloody headbutt to Gardner before irish-whipping her into a speaker! It crackles and sparks and the crowd looks shocked as Alysson lays in a heap of the damaged giant speaker but as Penny sees Malcolm Parks about to make the count she shakes her head and goes running forward before turning her back and the crowd heres a sickening CRUNCH and sparks fly all the more as the sound in the arena and for the folks at home scratches and snarls for a second!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH*SSHHHHZZZZTTTTT!!!!*!!

Wolf: That was... The Pain Train just CABOOSE *SSHHHZZTTTT*... CRUSHED Aly dee*SSHHHZZZZZZZZZTTTT*peaker and I think... Um, can an*SSHHHZZTTTT*ne hear me? There we go!

Mai: Aly’s a music fan isn’t she? I think that was a Rondo towards destruction. No? How about A B-Sharp?

Gardner lays in a heap of damage and finally Buchanan points to Malcolm Parks to make the count as the crowd lays silent to wonder if Alysson can even somehow crawl out of the wreckage of the broken speaker. Penny however stares at her beaten body before picking up a chair and readying just in case she attempts to get back up. Still, Aly doesn’t seem to be stirring by any means.

ONE!

TWO!

Aly’s finger suddenly twitches.

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Her hands grip the wreckage.

SIX!

SE-

Penny however isn’t going to have any of this as she reaches in and pulls Aly out before letting her get more time to rest, seeing that Gardner is still trying to help herself get out. She puts the steel chair up against Aly’s throat and looks to be preparing to drive Gardner’s head down but with the chair against her neck it would probably destroy her windpipe! Gardner however, with the skin of her back and her halter top shredded and bloody drives a hard elbow into The Pain Train’s ribs before jerking the chair out of her hands and then spinning around! She tosses the chair again and this time Penny catches it with a daring smirk... Which sees the Rocker leap up and hit a devastating spin kick right on the chair and right into the head of Penny! Buchanan drops to her knees, looking slightly woozy but Aly doesn’t let it end there as she lifts the chair up in her hands and smashes it so hard on Penny’s head that the chair turns into a hunk of twisted metal and the Ultraviolence Champion drops like a sack of potatoes! Aly doesn’t think it’s enough however or seems to realize more likely it won’t be enough as she takes the other discarded chair that is still in pristine condition and sets it right on top of Penny’s chest. Slowly but surely with pain coursing Gardner climbs herself up to the top of the speaker that hasn’t been bent over by her body being sent through it and shoots the devil horns to the crowd before she stares down at her opponent before she takes the leap of faith and executes a beautiful moonsault, landing chest first on Buchanan as both women have faces of sheer agony! Penny’s hugging her and kicking the ground while Aly is coughing up blood!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Mai: Both... Both women are down and Malcolm Parks looks beside himself at what to do here but I think he’s just have to count! COUNT YOU RIGHT BASTARD!

Wolf: Blood is dribbling from Miss Gardner’s mouth and Penny’s face is nearly covered in her own blood! THAT MOONSAULT WAS NOT OF THIS WORLD!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

...Penny struggles to stand up, coughing before she falls to her knees again...

FIVE!

SIX!

...Alysson takes a firm grip of sheet on a production table before it slides down with her and she’s back on her knees!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NI--!

Both women barely get to their feet before Alysson tries for a weak mule kick and Penny barely blocks it. She grabs Gardner by the wrist and pulls her into her with a half-hearted shoulder block before she attempts to hit a headbutt with only a modicum of success before Gardner headbutts her right back and both women stumble before they actually start descending the stairs with lefts and rights... Now slowly making their way back to the ring and threatening to wipe the other out but certainly fighting more sluggish than when they originally ascended the stairs in the first place. Buchanan tries to reach out to grab Aly by the hair but Gardner flings herself over the barricade back near the ring and pants while Penny takes her time to go over it. Malcolm Parks has followed them all the way back down to the ring and Buchanan has Alysson by the hair before she jerks her into what looks like its going to be a powerbomb into the turnbuckle pole from the outside! Alysson however can barely stand and slumps over before Buchanan forces her back up and with all the strength she can muster sets her up in powerbomb posit-- NO! Aly somehow reverses it into a hurricanrana that sees both women on their back once more on the outside! Gardner uses the barricade to pull herself up once more and hunts for a weapon, any weapon to keep Penny down as the Pain Train is already trying to get herself back up... Aly pulls out a table and quickly tries to unfurl it but Penny already has her scouted as she takes Aly by the head and tosses her into the barricade!

Wolf: I feel like we’re nearing the end of this match, Miss Hotaru! It’s truly anyone’s match at this point and both women are on their last legs.

Mai: Last legs? Ramsey please. These women have dropped enough blood to keep the Red Cross happy for a year!

The Pain Train takes the table and unfolds it before she begins to set it up off the apron, apparently planning to powerbomb Aly until the table turns into splinters... and the splinters turn into sawdust. However Gardner will not give up as she slowly jerks herself up once again and notices the other steel steps near Penny. She coughs up a globule of blood on her hand and jerks herself up before she runs at The Pain Train! Penny swings a massive arm but Aly ducks it, hops onto the apron and executes a vicious frankensteiner facebuster, driving Penny’s head into the steel steps with a certifiable CLANK! The Ultraviolence Champion drops sprawl-eagled as Aly hugs her legs in pain to her chest and Malcolm Parks begins to count...!

ONE!

TWO!

Aly struggles to pull herself up with the barricade, absolutely hurting in the thigh muscles but fighting tenaciously.

THREE!

FOUR!

Penny begins to come to and it looks for a moment as if the Ultraviolence Champion is forcing herself up.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Aly finally hoists herself up with the barricade and stands on shaky legs and looks near about to collapse as Penny is on her knees...!

NINE!

...Before The Pain Train tries to stand up and stumbles back down in pain!

TEN!

Cory: Here is your winner... And the NEW ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPION... AAAALLLYYYYSSSOOOOONNN GGGAARRRDDDNNNEEERRRR!

Wolf: And there you have it... In one of the most wall-banging matches in sometime, Alysson Gardner is your last woman standing and your new Ultraviolence Champion.

Mai: ...And here come the medics!

Indeed, no sooner does Malcolm Parks hand Aly her new championship does she collapse just like Penny as both women lay in anguish as the medics from the back come to check on both of them with stretchers before we cut to somewhere else


A Whitmore Triumphant

The grinning face of Amber Carano is the next we see as she is standing in the locker room of an obviously exhausted young woman, who is still coming down from her match earlier. The camera points over to show the Television Championship as it is in the hands of Misty Whitmore, joined by her agent, Carson Black.

Amber: A little earlier tonight, we crowned a brand new FFW Television Champion when Misty Whitmore pinned Lightning! I think I speak for everyone watching when I say congratulations, Misty!

It takes Misty a moment to pull her eyes off the belt in her hands, her cheeks wet with sweat and tears of joy.

Misty: Thank you Amber. And everyone, all the fans...I...I’m just kind of in awe at the moment. I...I won. Sorry, just I keep staring at this belt and it’s real. It’s not a dream anymore.

Carson: Of course it is! A little over a year ago, Misty became a full time professional in our industry. And tonight all the sacrifice and pain she had to go through was paid off with this, the new FFW Television Champion. I couldn’t be prouder.

Amber: Misty, you earned it! I know all your friends and family and definitely the fans are more than ecstatic for you. Your first ever championship, and you did it in grand fashion here tonight at Anarchy!

The teen rests the belt on her legs and smiles, the biggest smile she had possibly ever had on national television. She grinned at her agent.

Misty: I’ve worked so hard, through blood, sweat, and tears. Against some of the best, and worst, wrestlers this company has to offer.  And now I have something to physically show for it. And I promise to be the best Champion I can be. Give the fans someone to truly be proud of.

Amber: I don’t think anyone doubts that. But now that you are the champion, the target is on your back. And there are no shortage of people who are going to be coming after you. As a matter of fact, your first defense is in two weeks in the Georgia Dome for Breaking Point. You may recall Destiny Campbell earned a shot weeks ago when she put Candi on the shelf before she got her chance. You’ll be meeting her at Breaking Point with that title on the line.

Misty nodded, running a hand through her sweat drenched hair unable to stop smiling despite the news.

Misty: A target is nothing new. I’ve practically had one on my back since I joined FFW, just now there is a reason for it.  Destiny put Candi on the shelf, she’s a dangerous, unpredictable woman.  But I’m not Candi. And if she wants to come at me like that, she’s more than welcome. And I’ll show her that I will not fall so easily.

Carson: While Miss Campbell has racked up a few impressive wins, I don’t think she has what is required to wrest this title from Misty. Not after all the months of hard work she has put in. I think it will take an effort greater than she may be capable of giving in Atlanta to take this title off our new champion.

As more of Misty’s friends and family began to filter into the locker room to celebrate with her, we cut back to the ring.




We head back into the stadium as Cory Kincaid heads for the ring. The graphic on the video wall shows the fans what’s coming up, causing quite a buzz.

Mark: Here’s one I’ve been waiting for since it was announced! Stacey says the quality of main events in FFW has fallen sharply, and blames it on people like her opponent tonight. We are about to see if Crystal can prove her wrong. Welcome to the booth, Christian Kincaid.

Christian: Thanks for having me, Mark. I love doing color commentary, and this is something that intrigues me greatly. I'm still a little sore from earlier, but I wouldn't miss this.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

(If you are what you say you are, a superstar, Then have no fear, the camera is here)

All of a sudden “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. All of sudden two spot lights are pointed at the entrance way. A silhouette of a woman is standing behind the curtains. From the curtains emerges a woman wearing a white sleeveless Reflection of Perfection hooded sweatshirt. That woman is none other than Crystal Hilton and the fans emerge into some loud cheers. She is followed closely by her new manager Liam Alexander. Despite the cheers Crystal arrogantly struts her way to the ring with a huge gathering of paparazzi taking photo after photo of her. Crystal grins as she stops in the middle of the entrance way. She takes out the two white roses pinned to her hair, and throws them into the crowd. Finally she walks to the ring and stretches each leg out onto the apron. She does a split to enter the ring, and all the male fans in the audience go nuts as they cheer excitedly. Liam smiles as he claps for his client.. She giggles as he kips up to his feet. Crystal takes her hoody off, and does a back flip in the center of the ring. She grins as she walks towards the apron and poses for cameras waiting in anticipation for her opponent to come out.

Cory: Introducing first, she hails from Los Angeles, California! Please welcome…..’THE ROSE GODDESS’ CRYSTAL HILTON!!!

Mark: Crystal has been making a habit of putting her foot in her mouth lately, but luckily for her, this business isn’t about what you say. It’s what you do in the ring! And I wouldn’t take her lightly.

Christian: Absolutely not. Crystal has excellent resilience, and if she gets the tempo picked up in a match, she can be deadly.

A deep ruby light bathes the arena as the crunching riffs of "Come On" by Waterproof Blonde hits the PA. As the vocals come in, Stacey herself walks out from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd. She raises her arms up, and pyro explosions fire out of the stage. She makes her way down the ramp, pointing at herself, and basically saying “Look how amazing I am”. She hops onto the apron, and then climbs over the middle rope into the ring. She walks over to the turnbuckle, climbing onto it and raising her arms up to a masses of boos from the crowd, before pointing at herself once more. A confident smile on her face, she then hops down and does the same at the opposite turnbuckle.

Cory: And her opponent, she hails from Stepney in London, England! This is...’THE DREAM KILLER’ STACEY!!!!

Mark: This is Stacey’s first FFW Pay Per View in some time, and you know it’s something she’s anticipated.

Christian: No doubt about it. I know Stacey very well inside and out, and that loss to Serafina on Velocity really made her more dangerous than she already was. She’s got a point to prove now more than ever tonight!

Referee Kevin Fisk calls for the bell to start the match. Both women meet in the center, as the fans begin to chant Crystal’s name. This brings a smile to the face of the starlet as she looks around at the crowd before Stacey slaps her across the face. That draws her attention back as they start exchanging right hands with one another rapid fire, with Crystal getting the better of the exchange. She begins to push Stacey back into the ropes, catching her with a short knee to the ribs to double her over. Hilton uses a snapmare to take her down to the mat. And as Stacey tries to get up, she bounces off the near side and faceplants her between her own legs before springing back to her feet.

Christian: See what I’m saying? If you let Crystal start to get rolling, it’s hard to derail here. And Stacey has to ground her.

Mark: Stacey isn’t known for her aerial skills, and you’re right. She has to get her down, but right now Crystal Hilton is running the show!

The blonde rolls back to her feet, pulling Stacey up and catching her with a pair of knee lifts into the abdomen. She shoves her back into the corner and grabs her arm before firing her across to the far turnbuckle. Stacey hit hard, and barely had time to recover before Crystal had taken off and caught her with a big splash! And as the former FFW Champion staggered out, Crystal took off from the corner and delivered a bulldog into the mat. She quickly rolled to her feet and took off for the ropes. She hit a Lionsault off the middle and caught Stacey flush with the impact….but she caught her knees! Hilton rolled off of her, clutching her ribs as Stacey started to shake off the cobwebs.

Mark: Stacey got her knees up before Crystal landed, and Hilton paid dearly for it!

Christian: You have to stay on her. High risk is called that for a reason. When you take your eyes off your opponent in a match, you can expect that.

Stacey rolled to her knees, watching as Crystal tried to sit up and delivering a straight right to her head to put her back down. The Dream Killer slowly got to her feet, jerking Crystal up to her knees before delivering three knee strikes into her head. The fans were already booing as Stacey grabbed her leg and applied a spinning toe hold, trying to add more pressure. Crystal began trying to reach for the ropes before Stacey put her foot at the base of her leg and flipped forward, causing it to hit the mat near her head before it snapped back where it belonged!

Mark: Stacey’s picked a body part, and she’s determined to follow the soundest advice. Ground this woman.

Christian: Speaking from experience, if you take out a high flyer’s leg, you have almost half the battle won right there.

Stacey quickly grabbed her foot, draping her leg across the back of Allen’s neck as Crystal hung upside down. She grabbed her ankle with both hands and jerked as hard as she could before Hilton collapsed back to the mat. The Dream Killer grabbed both legs this time and stepped in, locking a Boston crab as she sat down on Hilton’s lower back. The starlet shouted in pain as Stacey leaned back as far as she could, trying to make the pressure that much worse. Fisk dropped to the mat, asking her if she wanted to quit. But he got an adamant no.

Mark: Boston crab applied here in Indy, and Crystal’s legs are definitely being taken away from her, courtesy of the Dream Killer.

Christian: That’s what she has to do! Only thing is Crystal is a little too close to the ropes if Stacey is hoping for a submission.

Christian was right as Crystal reached her hands out, dragging herself along the mat before she finally wrapped her fingers around the bottom rope. Fisk told Stacey to break, but instead she stood up and began to drag her towards the center of the ring. As they got well away from the ropes, Stacey tried to reapply the crab. But as she went to step through, Crystal reached up and grabbed her into a small package!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Christian: Crystal surprised her with that small package! She’s as good at throwing you curveballs in matches as Stacey.

Mark: Both of these women have shown a propensity for goldbricking in their careers, but Hilton made great use there of the element of surprise.

Stacey got back to her feet, an annoyed look on her face as Crystal sat up and rolled to her knees. The Dream Killer went to deliver a kick into her chest, but Hilton caught her foot with both hands and began to rise to her feet. Stacey bounced up and down on one foot until Crystal spun her around and caught her with a spinwheel kick to the side of the head. Stacey dropped like a rock as Crystal hit the mat as well, clutching her leg and making the short crawl to Stacey for a cover.

Christian: Crystal’s boot met Stacey’s jaw right there! And that could be a knockout!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mark: Stacey got the shoulder up, and Crystal has to find a way to capitalize here.

Hilton began to get back to her feet, testing out her legs a little as she tried to put weight on them. She pulled Stacey back up, only to deliver an inverted atomic drop followed by a discus punch that put her right back on the mat. Hilton limped towards the ropes, bouncing off them before catching Stacey with a senton back splash as the brunette tried to sit up. Crystal rolled back to her knees, a look of obvious pain on her face as she saw Stacey starting to move again. The starlet got back to her feet, making it to the ropes and then to the corner before she climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside. Stacey began to get back up as Crystal came off the middle rope with a dropkick to her back. The Dream Killer staggered forward as Crystal got back up and took off after her. Hilton left her feet as Stacey turned around, looking for a hurricanrana! But Stacey grabbed her legs and dumped her over the top rope where she crash landed on the floor around ringside in a heap!

Christian: Once again, Crystal went for the high risk, but Stacey had it well scouted!

Mark: Hilton’s body smacked the floor here at ringside, and there’s no part of the ground here at the Lucas Oil Stadium that feels good to land on!

Stacey rolled out to the floor, catching Hilton with a running high knee as she tried to get up. Pulling her up by the hair, she rammed her back first into the apron once and then again before she grabbed her arm. She glanced over with a smirk and whipped Crystal with velocity into the ring steps! Hilton’s back smacked the steps, shaking them in place before she slid down to a seat against them!

Mark: Did you hear the sound of steel meeting spine? Good Lord, that sounded like a gun going off!

Christian: Crystal’s back has got to be killing her right here. I bet somewhere within Lucas Oil Stadium, the FFW Champion is wincing! Those stairs nearly ended her career!

The former FFW Champion rolled into the ring and back out to break the count before she moved towards Crystal. Grabbing her head, she bounced it off the steps and shoved her into the ring. She slid under the bottom rope after her and hooked her leg as the referee fell for the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOO!!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mark: Near fall for Stacey there, and Crystal’s body is in a bad way right now! I’m not sure how much more of this she can withstand!

Christian: She’s always had excellent resilience, like I said. But at some point, there has to be a limit. And one way or another, Stacey will find out what it is tonight before we’re done here.

She pulled the starlet up and dropped her with a scoop slam before she headed for the corner. Climbing up to the top, she measured Crystal and came off with an elbowdrop! But Hilton rolled out of the way as Stacey landed on the mat instead. The fans began to get back into it as Crystal sat up on her knees slowly. She began to shake her fists with a look of determination on her face before she got back up, moving to the corner. Stacey rolled to her knees, clutching her elbow. Crystal watched from the corner, and as Stacey started to get to her feet. Hilton took off. The former FFW Champion turned, and Crystal caught her with a devastating superkick right on the jaw!!

Mark: SUPERKICK!! Right on the button!! Stacey didn’t even see it!

Christian: That’ll do it, Mark! Stacey is out cold, and Crystal is about to pick up a very big win!

Hilton dove for the cover, hooking both of Stacey’s legs.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

The Dream Killer got her shoulder up right at three as Crystal pounded her fist onto the mat in aggravation. She climbed back to her feet and headed for the corner. Climbing up to the top rope, she pulled her elbow pad down to the delight of the crowd and dove off with her own elbowdrop! And it connected beautifully! She hooked her leg again.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!

Mark: That was close!! That was so close!! Crystal was within an eyelash of closing the show here!

Christian: Stacey isn’t a former FFW Champion because she doesn’t know how to operate in a clutch! But you’re right, that was paper thin right there!

Hilton sat up, pointing back to the top rope as the fans responded well. Pushing up to her feet, she headed for the corner and ascended it yet again. She gave the signal for the 450, which drew an even louder response!

Mark: You know what’s coming!! If Hilton hits the 450, this thing is over!!

Christian: I’m not sure Stacey knows where she is, Mark. So you may well be right! Hilton lives and dies by the top rope, it’ll be feast or famine!

Mark: LIGHTS!! CAMERA!!! ACTION!!

Crystal landed the move flawlessly as the crowd rose to their feet and the referee dropped for the count.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Christian: Well by God...she did it! That's an upset right there!

Cory: The winner of the match.....'THE ROSE GODDESS' CRYSTAL HILTON!!!!

Crystal sat up with a smile on her face as the referee raised her hand in victory. The sold out Indy crowd roared their approval.

Mark: Crystal Hilton snaps one hell of a skid here tonight, and has knocked off a former FFW Champion in the process!! Sorry, Stacey!

Christian: Back to the drawing boards for Stacey, her FFW return has not gotten off to an auspicious start, to say the least.

Crystal rose to her feet to a cheer from the fans as we cut backstage.

[Adam Grant]

Ready to Rumble

We see another flash of the Season 12 logo before we cut away to find the newest reporter for FFW, Zack Hudson, standing by.

Zack: What’s up? A little earlier, Amber got to talk with Adira Riddick, and she didn’t seem none too happy. I’d have hit her up for an interview, but I’d rather not run the risk of being ripped in half. So what I did was I got the queen of the hashtags this season of Future Shock, and a woman who didn’t have the best night last night….Lily Sheffield!

Lilly walks into shot wearing a t-shirt that has her face on it, her hashtags surrounding the picture.

Lilly: Hi Zack. You can say that again. I think very few people would consider what happened to me last night to even remotely resemble a good night. Getting caught and powerslammed into the mat...that was a pretty hard landing - especially given where Adira was at the time. Then there was the superkick to the jaw...and seeing the way it eventually finished….it leaves something of a bitter taste you know? I guess that’s wrestling though right? I just have to bounce back from it. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, far from it. But I can’t change that, I can only exact some form of revenge going forward.

Zack: That’s true, even your fiance said on Twitter he was going out after the show to “rumble” with some street thugs to work off his steam about it. But aside of that, do you have any regrets about who your tag team partner was for this match? Rhea seemed pretty solid to me, but you were in there with her, so you tell me.

Lilly: Colin’s not rumbling with street thugs. That’s not happening, I’ll make sure of it. Not unless he’s taken on a role in West Side Story and hasn’t told me.

The girl grins.

Lilly: I don’t have any problem with Rhea. She’s a strong individual and a talented wrestler. I’d happily tag with her again in the future. There’s an awful lot of respect between us - you might have noticed that...but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to get into that ring with her one on one, test myself against her and beat her. Because I do. And I’m looking forward to getting that opportunity - maybe in the final, if we can both survive this weeks vote.

Zack: That’s fair enough. Give us your thoughts on your opponents. I think it’s safe to say that you have more respect for one than the other.

The English woman nods.

Lilly: Yeah, that’s a fair assessment you have there. I’m disappointed that Laine won the match - not just because of how she won or because she introduce Rhea to the exposed turnbuckle several times or superkicked me in the jaw to set up the second half of the match. It’s more because I respect Adira too. She’s shown how good she can be inside of the ring, she can match Rhea for strength and she appears to be a genuinely nice person too. The choices presented to the fans this week...I think this is going to be one of those rare weeks where the fans lose no matter what vote they cast. And that just sucks.

Zack nods in agreement with that.

Zack: This is pretty much the last chance before the upcoming vote, so I thought I’d give you time to tell the FFW faithful who you feel they should vote out or why you feel they should let you stay.

Lilly shakes her head.

Lilly: I won’t say who they should vote out...just so long as it’s not me - and I’m sure both Rhea and Adira will appreciate the sentiment behind that. Like I said, I’ve got an awful lot of respect for both of them and I’ll be sad to see either one of them go. When I cast my vote, I’ll be flipping a coin - heads for one tails for the other and pretty much letting fate decide. Why should they vote for me to stay? Because I honestly believe I’m the best all round wrestler in this competition. You’ve all seen that I’m technically sound and that I can hold my own in terms of strength with just about anyone except for the two Amazons in this season. You’ve all seen the tenacity and determination and heart that I bring to the table - I mean Hell, re-watch last nights show, I absorbed punishment like a sponge and kept coming back; the combination of moves that finally saw me get pinned was enough to put any woman on the FFW roster down. And you should keep me around because you know that if I make the final then it’ll be one to remember - no matter who the other half of that match is.

The girl thinks for a minute, breaking into a smile.

Lilly: And if you keep me around, I’ll let Colin upload all the promotional videos he’s ever made to Youtube - or make sure you have plenty of warning before one airs on television.

She stifles a laugh.

Lilly: In all seriousness, you should keep me in for all the reasons I stated above...so please, when you open your web browsers and go to the Future Shock page to cast your vote, please do it for someone else.

Zack: There you have it, cast your votes on the FFW website now. Let’s send it back to the ring.

And on that, we do indeed cut back ringside.




Cory: The following contest is scheduled for ONE SUBMISSION FALL, and it is for the NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP!

”Woke up this morning! Got yourself a gun! Got yourself a gun!”

The chorus of fans erupt through the arena as the lights go off and "Got Ur Self A Gun” by Nas plays. The only source of light, a single red spotlight appears from the entranceway, and the silhouette of Killer C can be seen. When the lights return to normal, Caroline is seen standing at the entrance with a red bandana over her mouth and a bulletproof vest around her waist. She makes an unflinching walk to the ring, tightening her vest as Wolf Ramsey strides beside her.

Cory: Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida by way of San Fernando, Trinidad, and weighing one hundred and fifty-five pounds, she is the winner of the fifth Chase Fort the Crown…. “Killer C”... CAROLINE STARK!

“Yo I’m livin’ in this time, behind enemy lines so...
I got mine I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)
You from the hood I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)”

Wolf stands by as Killer C slides into the ring and points to her opponent’s corner with one hand, making a gunshot-to-the-temple gesture with the other. She rips the bandana away from her mouth and ties it around her forehead, flashing the mouthguard between her lips in the process.

Wendy: This is… wow.  You’re looking at a truly historical moment, folks.  Caroline Stark, after an eight month absence, has returned to pay-per-view.

Mai: What are you talking about?  She was back in May!  She was just walking around in pajamas and a burka until last September.

Wendy: We didn’t know it was her, okay?  Just… relish the moment.

Mai: The only moment I’m going to relish is when Tara Thunder makes one of her legs bend a way its not supposed to.

Cory: And her opponent…

"Thunderstruck" starts playing and along with the starting riff out walks Tara Thunder dressed up in a pink and black combination there she stands at the top of the ramp as the crowd resents the usual sing along chanting to "Thunder!" resorting to boos and jeers at her.  Entrance way goes dark she walks to the ramp way the lights in the arena flash like a lightning during a thunderstorm and light back up before she heads rushingly towards towards ringside refusing to slap hands of the fans then she jumps on the apron letting the pyro explosions go off around the ring before flipping herself over the top rope. Once in the ring she takes of her pink jacket, flicks her long curly hair back swinging her curvy body a bit doing some hits and kicks as the music dies down.

Cory: From Miami, Florida and weighing one hundred thirty-six pounds… she is a former Evolution Champion and the REIGNING… DEFENDING… No Surrender Champion…. TARA THUNDER!

Wendy: Tara Thunder has made a trend out of having long title reigns, and her No Surrender run is no exception, coming in a tad over six months tonight!  This is one woman who can keep the belt for a long time

Mai: And she’s going to keep it longer.  Do you remember what she did to Caroline, the last time they faced?  She put her on the shelf for six months!

Wendy: Two months, remember?  And for some reason, I think it’s possible for you to come back from an injury and win a title from the person who injured you.  Just saying.

The referee makes a quick perfunctory check of both women for foreign objects, then rings the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

Wendy: And one of the most anticipated matches of Anarchy is underway!

The crowd erupts, as both Caroline and Tara slowly step out of their corners, their eyes locked in a glare.  The crowd around is chanting Caroline’s name, although there’s a decent contingent rooting for the champion as well.  The women stop advancing inches apart, in the middle of the ring, their eyes locked together, Tara’s looking up slightly at the two-inches-taller Caroline.  Neither woman seems willing to make the first move.

Mai: BORING!  Someone do something!  Particularly, Tara do something to Caroline’s face!

Wendy: This is so INTENSE!  The dislike, the respect, the history, it’s all boiling up to the surface right now!! 

And then, as if they had agreed on it all along, the two women back up just a second, then charge forward, locking up, the crowd erupting like no crowd ever has for a collar and elbow.  Both women stagger around, the ring, neither one able to gain any sort of usable leverage on the other.  After nearly a minute of grappling, the two sides break apart, both glaring at the other with respect for the stalemate.

Wendy: So evenly matched right there!  Both women gave their all into that lockup, but neither one could eek out any hope of an advantage!

Mai: I think Tara was just playing with her. 

The two women stare down each other again, and then lock up a second time.  This time, Caroline goes a bit lower into the lockup, and as a result, gets slightly better leverage to push Tara back twoards a corner.  With a heave, she throws Tara back into a turnbuckle, unloading with fierce chops to her abdomen as the crowd pops!

Mai: Wait, no!  Those are illegal chops!  Stop it ref!  Stop it!

Wendy: There’s no such thing as an illegal chop!

Caroline fires off a few more, then grabs Tara, and flings her across the ring to an opposite turnbuckle.  She runs across, smashing Tara into the corner with a clothesline, snapping her neck back nearly into the ring post.  She then gets a running start, leveling Tara with a massive hiptoss to which the ring shakes.  Caroline then gets a running start, and leaps up with a leg drop coming down across Tara’s chest, to a massive ovation!!

Wendy: The challenger is off and running here in this No Surrender Championship, and if anyone ever doubted Caroline picking up right where she left off a few months ago, they’re eating their words right now!

Mai: With a coat of diabetic sugar provided by our FFW Champion, of course.

Caroline rolls Tara over, trying to apply a chicken wing, the crowd noise crescendoing at the first submission attempt of the match, but Tara is strong enough to power out of it.  Caroline doesn’t waste a second, clubbing the champion with elbows to the back of her head.  She then locks on her head, and hits a bulldog, driving her face first into the canvas.  She hops onto Tara’s back, and locks in a camel clutch.

Mai: Something fishy’s going on here.  Caroline’s doing too good.  She’s obviously on PED’s or has poisoned Tara or something.

Wendy: … Seriously with the conspiracy theory’s already?  She’s fired up, and not letting Tara getting a word in edgewise!

The ref is in Tara’s face, asking if she wants to quit, but Tara adamantly refuses, even as Caroline cranks the hold tighter.  The crowd noise again rises, hoping that Caroline’s onslaught could mean a quick title victory for her, but Tara continues to hold out, clawing at Caroline’s hands in an attempt to remove the hold.  The crowd groans as Tara manages to pry her hands apart, breaking the hold, but as Caroline goes to rise, she discovers that Tara has a death grip on her wrists.  Before she can react, Tara bucks her hips, flipping Caroline over her to the mat, and Tara locks on a full nelson, wrapping her legs around Caroline’s abdomen for extra leverage and pressure.

Wendy: Oh my!  What a counter by Tara Thunder, and that full nelson-body scissor combination has Stark in a bad way!

Mai: Never any doubt about it!  Tap, you dougla bitch, tap!

Caroline struggles heavily at first, but the struggle seems to only enable Tara to tighten the hold.  Finally, she goes still, the crowd around groaning and trying to cheer her on to not quit.  The ref is over her, asking if she submits, but Caroline shakes her head, her teeth gritted in pain.

Mai: It’s almost over!  I can sense it!  She’s stopped struggling.

Wendy: I don’t think so.  Caroline’s playing smart.  Too many times you panic when you’re put in a submission hold, and you actually make things worse and use up your energy.  Stark’s enduring, and trying to find a way out that she can use her energy towards… but she can’t wait too long.  I don’t think that’s an easy hold to endure.

Caroline is breathing heavily, rhythmically, even as Tara continues to pull back on the nelson and squeeze with her legs.  Feebly, she kicks towards the ropes, not quite reaching them.  Then, planting her feet, she pushes up with her legs, using the leverage to get the final few inches she need to hook a foot over the ropes, the crowd popping as the referee orders Tara to break the hold!

Wendy: See?  Like that!

Mai: … this match is bullshit.

Tara breaks the hold, but immediately is on the offensive, leveling shot after shot into Caroline’s head.  She rises to her feet, and drags Stark up with her, and drops her with a Russian Legsweep, Caroline’s head bouncing off the mat.  As Caroline holds her head in pain, Tara rolls her onto her stomach, and locks on a surfboard, her foot squarely into Caroline’s back.  Again, the referee is on her, asking Stark if she wants to quit, but again, Caroline is holding out!

Mai: No cutesy cutesy save your stregnth and plant escape here!  Caroline’s trapped and good this time!

Wendy: It’s a tough hold to get out of, but it’s also a taxing hold on the attacker.  If Caroline can hold out long enough…

Tara suddenly releases the hold, but keeps her foot on Caroline’s back, curbstomping her into the mat, as the crowd groans at the impact.

Wendy: ...that could happen.

Mai: HA!

Tara stomps on Caroline a couple of times, then pulls Stark to her feet. As she does, though, Caroline fires a shot to her midsection, doubling Tara over.  She grabs Tara’s head and plants her with a DDT.  Caroline kips up, and drags the champion up, and whips her to the ropes, hitting a drop toe hold to send Tara sprawling into the second rope.  The crowd pops as Caroline hangs Tara on the first and third ropes, and then screams “END OF THE LINE!”

Mai: Ugh, Stark Reality.  Dear God I hate this stupid move.

Wendy: It’s effective, although not entirely legal.  And besides, it emulates Anders Stark, and who’d ever want to do that

The crowd chants along, counting down from ten as Caroline locks on a chinlock, and levels ten straight elbows to Tara’s temple.  At “one”, Caroline hooks her up, and drives her into the mat with a monster German Suplex, Tara practically folding in half at the impact.  The popping crowd grows even louder as Caroline moves to Tara’s feet, and begin trying to lock on a sharpshooter!

Wendy: Oh my!  Caroline’s going for Who’s The Queen Bee Now!  She’s trying to end this match with Tara’s own move!

Mai:...I don’t know what’s more disrespectful!  The fact that Caroline’s stealing her move, or the fact that you refuse to call it by it’s proper name!

Tara struggles against the hold, preventing Caroline from locking it in.  Finally, with a massive kick, she knocks Caroline off her feet, sending her sprawling onto the mat.  Tara kips to her feet, as Caroline quickly rises, but she’s caught with a knee to the gut from Tara, then scooped up into a hanging vertical suplex, holding Caroline upside down as the crowd pops in appreciation of the power move!

Mai: Oh, I hope she holds her upside down until her clothes fall off.

Wendy: WHAT!?

Mai: Trust me, one of Caroline’s few redeeming qualities is how I imagine she’d look naked.

Tara keeps Caroline suspended in the air, marching her around the ring, as Caroline’s face begins to develop a red tint from being suspended in the air for so long. 

Wendy: Tara did this for the first time against Hanna Elliot in Tokyo, and it’s so impressive every dang time!  What power and focus it requires to do it!

Mai: And how humiliating is that to be in?  Look at Caroline’s face!  Its red from embarassment!

Wendy: … Or blood and gravity.

Finally, Tara Thunder slams Caroline into the canvas, the crowd popping at the completion of the move.  Tara looks around at the cheering crowd, allowing a smirk to cover her features.

Wendy: You have to take your hat off to Tara for her strength there.  Whatever you think about her attitude and personality, this girl can wrestle!

Mai: Of course she can wrestle.  She’s the No Surrender Champion.  Why is this news?

AS Caroline arches her back in pain.  Tara reaches down, and forces her into a sitting position, kicking Caroline in the small of her back to add to her suffering.  She then drives her knee into Caroline’s back, applying a chinlock, Caroline barking in pain as the ref asks if she wants to quit.  Caroline refuses, and Tara doesn’t keep the hold applied, instead grabbing her head and spiking it into the mat.  She then begins to attempt ot lock on a figure four headscissor!

Mai: HAHA!  GET HER!  NEWS AT ELEVEN ON CAROLINE!  THIS IS AWESOME!

Wendy: Caroline tried to beat Tara with her own move, and now Tara is returning the favor!

Caroline gets her arms into position to prevent her from locking on the hold, and finally manages to slither out, rolling away and getting to her feet.  She moves in on Tara, but Tara suddenly leaps up-

*DOWN AND DEAD!*

Wendy: Oh My God!  Tara just caught Caroline out of NOWHERE with that Diamond Cutter!

Mai: Don’t knock her out, Tara!  I want her fully conscious when you make her tap out and deny her the title again!

Caroline is out on the mat, but Tara is slow to get up, clearly having spent all her energy on the impromptu finisher.  She rolls to the ringropes, using them to slowly push herself to the feet, as the crowd cheers for Caroline to wake up.  But Tara gains a vertical base, and staggers over to Caroline’s legs, grabbing them, lifting them, and sticking her own leg between them.

Mai: End it Tara!  Finish her!  Finish this fraud!

Wendy: Caroline better figure out a way here soon!  If that hold’s locked on, it’s going to be very bleak for her!

Caroline suddenly comes alive, struggling against Tara locking on the hold, managing to kick one of her legs free.  As Tara tries to grab it, she kicks her in the chest, staggering her back, then again, although Tara somehow manages to keep ahold of her other leg.  Suddenly, Tara stamps down hard on Caroline’s stomach, stunning her, as Stark tries to roll on her side, clutching her stomach.  Tara doesn’t give her the chance, instead locking on the sharpshooter, turning Caroline over, and cranking away!

Wendy: She got it on!  Who’s the-

Mai: BITCH!

Wendy: -Now!  Caroline’s in deep deep trouble!

Mai:  Thunder’s going to retain!  The greatest No Surrender Champion in history is about to get even more legendary!!

Caroline’s howling in pain, reaching for the ropes, trying to find every which way out as she can, all the while the ref asking her if she wants to quit.  Caroline shakes her head vigorously, then begins to crawl towards the ropes, reaching out, trying to get a ropebreak.

Mai: GIVE UP CAROLINE!  ITS FUTILE!  TAP YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Wendy: Caroline’s struggling!  What a fighting spirit!  Even if she taps here, she has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!

Mai: BULLSHIT!  SHE SHOULD BE ASHAMED! 

Caroline swipes at the ropes, missing by inches, the crowd groaning at the near miss.  Tara plants her feet, and for a second, Caroline freezes.  Then she slowly raises her hand, palm open, over the canvas, preparing to tap it.  Then she gives everything, propelling herslef off balance at the ropes, the crowd erupting as her hand grasps the bottom rope!

Wendy: SHE GOT IT!  SHE SURVIVED!  MY GOD SHE SURVIVED!

Mai: NO!  DAMMIT ALL TO FUCKING HELL!

Tara, furious, refuses to break the hold, and instead tries to drag Caroline back into the center of the ring, but CAroline now has both hands around the bottom rope, and refuses to let go.  Finally, Tara gives up, instead, grabbing both of Carolines legs, and swings her up, suspending her above the ring, then dropping her and sending the Trinidadian crashing to the mat.

Mai: Break her in half, Tara!  It’s the only way!

Wendy: She might have to do just that to win.  Caroline’s showing tremendous resolve. 

Tara grabs Caroline by the back of her hair, and she hauls her to her feet.  She spins Stark against the ropes, and lets loose with a couple of chops across her chest, Caroline’s face in agony as she absorbs the blows.  Tara then pulls her away, bending over and picking Caroline up for a scoop slam.  As she does, however, Caroline writhes out, dropping to her feet behind Tara.  Before Thunder can turn around-

*TROVAO!*

Wendy: WHAT A COUNTER!  CAROLINE JUST DROVE TARA INTO THE MAT!

Mai: … You have got to be shitting me.

With Tara stunned on the mat, Caroline immediately wraps her legs around Tara’s neck, and traps her free arm, the crowd erupting as she locks in News At 11!

Mai: No… FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Wendy: She’s got it locked on!  Caroline Stark is just a couple of taps away from her first ever FFW Championship.

Tara, the pressure nearly unbearable, kicks out at the ropes, trying to find a way out of the hold.  She’s too far away however, and can’t quite get her leg hooked over.  The crowd is screaming at her to quit, and Caroline’s face is one of complete tension as she milks the hold for all its worth.  Tara tries to roll over, find she cant, and makes one last kick at the ropes…. it misses by a hair.  Angrily, furiously, she taps three times on Caroline’s leg.

*DING DING DING!*

Wendy: SHE DID IT!  CAROLINE STARK DID IT!

Mai: ...Dammit Tara, you had one Job.

Cory: Your winner… and NEW FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION…. CAROLINE STARK!!!!!!

The crowd is going bananas as Caroline staggers into her feet, the referee raising her hand in the air.  Tara, clearly in pain and frustrated, rolls out of the ring, and shoots her rival a dark look as she trudges up the ramp, rubbing her neck painfully.  Meanwhile, the ref hands Caroline her title, and Caroline sinks to her knees, burying her face in it, completely emotional as flashbulbs go off around her.

Mai: Is she crying?  ARE YOU CRYING?  DAMMIT, THERE IS NO CRYING IN WRESTLING!

Wendy: The journey of over a year is finally complete for Caroline STark!  Time and time again she came up short by a hair, but no more, and after all she fought through just to even come back here!  You can’t blame her for being emotional!!

Caroline gets to her feet, raising the title in the air, the crowd erupting in cheers as she grins, tears glistening in her eyes. 

Mai: Fuck this stupid pay-per-view.  Maybe Aimee will kill Eileen.

Wendy: We’ll have to see… but I’ll be seeing from the back.  I gotta go get ready for my own match!  It’s been a.. um… experience working with you, Mai.  And Caroline Stark has done it!  She’s the new No Surrender Champion.

Mai: … Please stop reminding me.


Emma's Future

The show returns backstage where we find the Chief Operating Officer Cody Kincaid making the rounds as he paces through the hallway that leads into various locker rooms. Luckily for him, a small placard next to each door with the name on it guides him till he finds the one he’s looking for. The placard by the door reads “Emma MacNamara” and he quickly gives it a knock, making sure he wasn’t going to be barging in on anything out of the blue.

Cody: Can I come in?

Emma (from behind the door): Aye! Perfectly okay with that!

Cody gives the doorknob a twist and makes his way inside, spotting Emma and giving her a hug as soon as he spots her.

Cody: I’m glad to see you. Hope you’ve been enjoying the festivities thus far.

Emma: I am! Always do though. What can I do ya for?

Cody: A couple things really. I wanted to let you know that I am making a slight change to the card that was booked for the first show of the year, Velocity. And….you’re on it!

Emma: Finally! I was starting to think you had something against me! Been itching to get back in there and beat some folk up. Who’ve I got?

Cody: Well you want to be sure and be at Breaking Point to see the drawing to see who faces Wendy at Byte This in February. Because you may be the name drawn for that!

Emma: That’s awesome! A chance to prove that our current champion was lucky.

Cody: So you got a triple threat with Undine and Rebecka on the first show of the new year in 2014.

Emma nods, smiling a little.

Emma: I’ve wanted a crack at Undine since losing the title to her. At least it wasn’t Little Miss on that occasion though. Rebecka Hate...well, I’m looking forward to wiping the smile off that overrated so and so’s face.

Cody: Well it’ll give you good practice, because you’ll be seeing her again...meaning Undine…..and a few other people come One Night Stand.

He said with a grin.

Cody: I’m putting together an Extreme Battle Royal, where you can bring your own weapons and the winner of that match will earn a shot at the Ultraviolence Champion, whoever that may be since Marla is challenging for it that night herself.

Emma: Awesome. That’ll be brilliant. Beating people up with whatever I choose? Cody, you’re giving me too many options! That’s not a good thing! You know that!

Cody: Well you’ll have some more girls to meet at One Night Stand. Right now, you and Undine are just two confirmed without a doubt. But there’s not exactly a shortage of people who want a crack at the Ultraviolence Championship. Another confirmed entrant will be the runner up to the Ultraviolence Season of Future Shock. I’m sure you are familiar with Natalya Demidov...or Velvet Raven as she was then.

Emma: I am very much familiar with her. She’s much like her sister. Sneaky, conniving...and I love it. Those are attractive qualities in a wrestler. At least to me. Though not telling her sister who she is was a bit surprising…

Cody: Every family has its secrets, I suppose. Either way, wanted to make you aware of a couple things you can start planning for. Undine and Hate at the first show of the year in a triple threat, and then quite a handful of girls at One Night Stand. Glad you are looking forward to both! Some might not want a schedule like that.

Emma: Considering I’ve been sitting around doing nothing for the last little while, I’m just glad to be booked  and not sitting on my ass doing nothing. That’s not good.

Cody nods in agreement, giving her another hug before we cut elsewhere.




The show cuts to a highlight package showing the various matches that made up this year’s Femme for All tournament. And as it comes to a close, we see the graphic for the finals before we head back to ringside.

Mark: The fourth annual Femme for All has come to this! One of these women will be awarded an opportunity to challenge for the FFW Championship at One Night Stand to meet either Wendy Briese or Valerie Lamb.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the final round of the Femme for All tournament!

Wolf: Mark, many did not foresee this final taking place when these brackets were announced after Sin & Sacrifice, but that just goes to show you anything is possible in our business.

The lights go out  as Into The Sun by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die replaced only by a bright white spotlight shines down onto the middle of the entrance ramp where Scarlett Kincaid is stood. As the first verse is sung, She stands there, head down, breathing deep and composing herself as she is joined by her husband, Cody Kincaid. As it finishes she starts to head toward the ring, ignoring every single fan on the way down the entrance ramp.

As she gets to the ring she pulls Cody in close, wrapping her arms around him she presses a long lingering, passionate kiss to his lips, whispering something in his ear before letting him go. Turning back to the ring she climbs onto the apron and stands in the middle of the ropes. Pausing for a couple of seconds to take a deep breath she looks to her left and right, grabs the top rope and catapults herself into the ring, landing on her feet she charges to the opposite corner she leaps to the top and sits there, looking into the ring, nodding her head along to the song as it draws to a close and the lights return to normal she drops onto her feet, kissing two of her fingertips she presses the kiss against two small sets of initials - EK & EGD - embroidered on her ring gear at her hips.

Cory: Standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 123lbs and hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Please welcome, accompanied to the ring by Cody Kincaid…. SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

Mark: Scarlett Kincaid has been out of the FFW title picture for a year now, and it doesn’t take great observational skills to know that she’s been itching to get back into it the entire time!

Wolf: She lost her rematch to Isabella this time last year, and was unable to challenge again till she lost it. And on top of that, she was sidetracked with a feud that began between her and Crystal Hilton.

Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and comes from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. She raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back. Then she struts to the ring and waves to the booing crowd, where she waits for action.

Cory: And her opponent, she hails from St. Petersburg, Russia! This is….’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!!

Mark: It’s like you said earlier, Wolf. I don’t think a lot of people foresaw Mika making it this far in the Femme for All. But in a match against Camilla Pazzini, she proved what she is capable of and that many of us were wrong to think otherwise.

Wolf: I have long been a detractor of Miss Demidov, there’s no doubt. But she did earn her way here by defeating not only Camilla Pazzini, but also Jodie Gray in the opening round. And if she wins tonight, she has truly earned her spot in the upper echelon of FFW.

Referee Melinda Davis called for the bell as both women never took their eyes off one another as they circled in closer together. A collar and elbow tie-up followed with Scarlett pushing Mika back into the ropes. The referee called for a break and Scarlett backed up a step before Davis reached a three count. Mika took advantage of this, firing of a palm thrust into Kincaid’s throat and backing her away. Davis admonished her, but Mika persisted with a second shot to the throat before she took her down with a drop toe hold to the mat. She immediately mounted her back as she tried to get up, grabbing her head and spiking it into the mat again and again face first before slipping back to her feet. The Red Star pulled Scarlett up and caught with a short knee to the ribs before she scooped her up and dropped her across her knee. The redhead grabbed her lower back as Mika rolled her off and began to drive knees into the same spot.

Mark: Mika with the early advantage, and she’s working on Kincaid’s back. If you can’t stand up, you can’t fight very well.

Wolf: She did so off a cheap shot, but be that as it may, she is doing very well on keeping Scarlett grounded. Much of any wrestler’s offense is negated if they laying on the mat.

Mika pulled Scarlett back to her feet, spinning her around before administering an abdominal stretch on her. Scarlett’s face registered pain as Mika glanced behind her to see where the ropes were, but got a hip toss counter instead from Kincaid. Mika popped right back up as Scarlett met her coming in with a straight hand to the jaw followed by a second and a third. The Russian was driven back a couple steps before Scarlett grabbed her arm and fired her in for the ride. Mika bounced off the near side as Scarlett went for a back body drop that deposited her on the mat. And as Mika tried to sit up, Scarlett left her feet and dropped down onto her chest to keep her down. Maintaining her seat, she began to unleash more straight right hands into her head and rolled back to her feet.

Wolf: Mika took her eyes off Scarlett for one second, and it cost her right there. In a match of this magnitude, just one mistake could prove fatal.

Mark: I think Mika was hoping to get a handful of ropes right there, and might have let her guard down just slightly.

Scarlett leaned down as Mika tried to get back up, catching her with a swinging neckbreaker to put her back down. As she tried to get back up again, the redhead caught her with a leg drop across the back of her head that put her back down. She quickly rolled her over for a pin attempt.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mika kicked out at two as Scarlett sat her up and applied a rear chinlock, digging her knee into MIka’s back at the same time.

Wolf: Scarlett likely didn’t expect Mika to stay down there, but she was likely making her expend energy.

Mark: You’re right there, and that’s what this rear chinlock is about as well. She’s trying to sap the energy inside Demidov, and maybe frustrate her a little too.

Scarlett kept the knee in her back as she pulled back on Mika’s chin with both hands. The Russian’s face grimaced in pain before she reached up and raked Scarlett’s eyes with her fingernails. That immediately broke the hold as Kincaid was momentarily blinded. Mika rolled back to her feet slowly, still suffering the effects of the onslaught. Scarlett managed to make it back to her feet before Mika raked her eyes across the top rope. She grabbed her arm and whipped her in for the ride. Kincaid countered and fired her instead. Scarlett ran behind her and as Mika rebounded, she grabbed the top rope and dropped down. Scarlett’s clothesline attempt failed and sent her tumbling over the top rope to the floor around ringside instead. The redhead landed on her back, grunting in pain as Mika recovered on the mat with a smile starting to form on her face.

Mark: That clothesline didn’t find the mark, but Scarlett got plenty of air after Mika jerked that top rope down.

Wolf: Mika has always exhibited excellent ring awareness, whether her tactics are what you would call savory or not.

Demidov rolled out after her, pulling her up by the head and hooking it into a front facelock. She glanced behind her and delivered a vertical suplex to the floor with a smack. Kincaid shouted in pain as Mika ascended the ring steps back to the apron. She took off a short distance down that apron and dropped off into an elbow drop across Scarlett’s chest. The Russian glanced up to see where the referee’s count was before she pulled Scarlett up and rolled her back into the ring. She quickly slid in after her before she planted her head between her legs. And with one swift move, Mika delivered a spike piledriver into the canvas that caused Scarlett to briefly stand on her head before she collapsed to the mat. Demidov quickly rolled her over and hooked the leg.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett kicked out just after the two count, shoving Mika off of her as she grabbed the back of her neck.

Mark: What a scary looking piledriver right there! But Kincaid managed to kick out!

Wolf: A very dangerous move, and one that likely should be banned. It just goes to show you how far Miss Demidov is willing to go to win this match.

Demidov got back to her feet, circling around Scarlett as she waved for the redhead to get back up. Kincaid was slow to do so, still clutching her neck as she finally made it to a vertical base. Mika descended on her from behind, locking in a cobra clutch as she began to violently shake Scarlett as she tried to cinch the hold in tighter. Davis asked Scarlett if she wanted to quit, but the redhead wasn’t going to do that. Mika continued to shake her, finally getting the pressure she wanted as Scarlett started to move towards the ropes to keep from going down. Mika let her get within arm’s reach and began dragging her back to the center of the ring.

Wolf: Cobra clutch well applied, and Miss Demidov is looking for a submission here. I don’t recall Scarlett tapping out very often.

Mark: Neither do I. But Mika’s got it locked in perfectly here. Look how she’s letting Scarlett get close to the ropes and then jerking her backwards.

Scarlett headed for the ropes again, trying to shoot Mika off of her but not having any success. Demidov dragged her backwards away from the ropes a second time before Kincaid grabbed her head and delivered a jawbreaker! Mika staggered backwards, holding her mouth as Scarlett dropped to her knees on the mat. Mika’s face registered clear shock and pain as she cupped her jaw with one hand. Turning back around, she made a beeline for Kincaid, but the redhead grabbed her by the arm and sent her shoulder first into the corner! She followed in behind her, and then rammed her between the turnbuckles into the steel post. Pulling Mika out, Demidov pulled the referee forward into her and used a mule kick between Scarlett’s legs to stagger her backwards. Davis had a confused look on her face as Mika spun around and took off towards the Cajun. Scarlett had made it back to her feet and caught her with a kick to the gut, hooking her head and driving her with a DDT into the Cajun’s knees!

Mark: SCARLETT FEVER!! And Mika never saw it coming!

Wolf: That’s the move that won Scarlett her first FFW Championship, and it may secure her another shot at it tonight!

Scarlett dropped to the mat as soon as the move connected, glancing around and crawling towards Mika before hooking her leg for a pin.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mika got her shoulder up before the three as Scarlett began to push back to her feet. She reached down, grabbing her arm and began dragging her towards the corner. She gave it a strong jerk before she rolled out to the floor and jerked it down against the apron! Mika shouted in pain as her arm snapped across the edge of the ring. Scarlett rose back to her feet, grabbing it again and for a second time, dropping it across the apron with all her weight.

Wolf: One of her pet moves didn’t get the job done, and it’s no mystery what she’s setting up for with this assault on Mika’s arm.

Mark: You’ve got that right! It looks like she’s trying to hyperextend Mika’s arm in the process!

Scarlett slid back into the ring, grabbing Mika by the arm and jerking her back to her feet. She pulled her into her, looking for the keylock but Mika felt it coming and turned away from her to deliver a stunner! Scarlett bounced off the mat as Mika clutched her arm to her body. A clear look of agony on her face, she scooted towards her on her knees and pulled Scarlett up from behind, locking in the dragon sleeper with her other arm! Keeping the hurt arm pulled tight to her body, Mika applied significant pressure with the other arm. Davis dropped down to ask Scarlett if she wanted to quit but the redhead was having none of that. Demidov shouted at her to quit, louder each time as the referee continued to ask regardless.

Mark: One of Mika’s favorite moves we’ve seen her use to great effectiveness is that dragon sleeper. And with all the damage done to Scarlett’s back and neck, I’m not sure how much of this she is willing to take.
Wolf: As much as necessary, Mark. Opportunities like this do not come along everyday, and both of these women are determined to go to One Night Stand and challenge for the FFW Championship.

Mika continued to try to increase the pressure, yelling at her to quit. Davis was still getting negative answers from the redhead as Scarlett tried to get her feet under her. Mika was relentless, however, until Scarlett finally did so and twisted her body quickly and causing them both to roll into the ropes. Davis called for the break, counting to four before Mika let go as Scarlett wrapped her arm around the bottom rope for safety.

Wolf: Interesting counter to the dragon sleeper there by Scarlett. And most importantly, it worked!

Mark: That it did. Mika held onto it as long as possible. She doesn’t want to get disqualified in a match of this magnitude!

Demidov got back to her feet, grabbing Scarlett’s legs and trying to pull her away from the ropes. Scarlett held onto the bottom rope with one hand as Mika leaned over to get more leverage. And as she did, Scarlett grabbed her by the head and used a monkey flip to send her through the ropes to the floor around ringside. Mika crashed hard on the ground as Scarlett laid under the bottom rope, trying to pull herself together. She grabbed the middle rope, trying to pull herself to her feet into a standing position on the apron. Mika started to stir on the floor and began to rise to her feet before Scarlett took off down the apron, leaving her own feet and delivering a Frankensteiner into the floor!

Mark: For the love of God! A frankensteiner to the floor! To the floor!

Wolf: A concussion worthy move, if I’ve ever seen one! Mika’s head cracked against the floor here of this stadium and if she can get her back in, we’ll have our Femme for All winner in a matter of seconds!

Scarlett wasted little time, rolling out to ringside and pulling the dead weight of Mika’s body up and finally shoving her into the ring. The redhead slid in after her and made a cover before Davis fell for the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett and the referee both happened to notice that Mika had gotten her foot across the bottom rope to stop the count. Scarlett’s face read near heartbreak as she realize the match wasn’t over. She rose back to her feet, scooping Mika up and slamming her to the mat.

Mark: You couldn’t have gotten a paint job between Davis’ hand and the mat before Mika got her foot across the bottom rope!

Wolf: Once again, we’ve talked about Mika’s excellent sense of ring awareness! Had she not had it, this match would be over right now!

The Cajun glanced over towards the corner as she headed straight for it. Climbing up to the top rope, she perched herself briefly as she looked between her legs behind her. And with one leap of faith, Scarlett went for a moonsault off the top rope! Flashbulbs went off in the stadium as she soared like a bird! But...no one was home when she landed! Scarlett crashed like a jet into the canvas!

Wolf: Kincaid went for the moonsault, and Mika dodged it!! That’ll do it, Mark!

Mark: You’re damn right it will! If Mika can make the cover, we’ll be seeing her at One Night Stand in the biggest match of her entire career!

Mika raised her head with a far away look in her eyes before she spotted Kincaid, and began to crawl towards her. She finally made it and hooked a leg when Davis fell for the count.

Mark: And Mika Demidov is three seconds from being the number one contender to the FFW title!

Wolf: So be it, Mark!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett’s shoulder popped up at the three as Davis waved it off. Mika glanced up as well, looking at the referee as if to ask if she were sure. Davis held up two fingers as Mika slowly began to rise to her hands and knees. Mika looks back at Scarlett with anger as she moves back towards her, clearly unhappy that this match wasn’t over yet.

Mark: Mika’s face tells the story, she wants this match over! And I don’t blame her! These two have been throwing everything they have at each other, and nothing’s worked!

Wolf: I’m not sure what she has in store, but she is very close! Neither one of these two women can have a great deal left in the tank.

Mika grabbed Scarlett’s legs and stepped through, looking for the inverted cloverleaf! But Kincaid kicked her off with both feet. Demidov bounced against the ropes. She quickly regained her balance and leaned down to grab Scarlett again, but Kincaid grabbed her arm and jerked her down into the mat. And with one fluid move from her back, Scarlett locked in the kimura!

Mark: The kimura! And she’s got that same arm she was working on earlier!!

Wolf: This move will break your arm! Mika’s only chance is to get to the ropes!

Mika screamed in pain as Scarlett locked her arm in place, applying pressure to it as the Russian beauty looked around desperately for the ropes. Seeing them not far away, she began to try to drag herself towards them before Kincaid locked her legs around her waist!

Wolf: She’s got this hold locked in now! Mika is going to have to carry Scarlett to the ropes to get out of this hold now!

Mark: Mika’s face tells the tale! Kincaid won’t let go! She’ll either tap or have her arm broken!

Mika still reached for the ropes with her other arm as Scarlett began to apply more pressure, pushing the arm a little more. Demidov’s eyes watered in pain as she shouted in agony. Her free hand reached for the bottom rope as Davis moved around to a better vantage point. Scarlett rolled to her side, allowing her to push Mika’s arm more effectively as the Russian screamed in agony.

Wolf: I am no fan of Mika Demidov, but the mere fact she has stayed in this hold this long is remarkable!

Mark: Scarlett’s adding the pressure! Mika’s arm has to be on fire! How does she stand it?

Wolf: I couldn’t tell you, Mark! This is an excruciating hold, and after the damage already done to her arm earlier in the match…..

Tears streamed down Mika’s face as she tried to roll into Scarlett and away. But Kincaid wasn’t budging, almost like an anchor tied to her body. Davis watched closely as Scarlett began to push more against her arm, causing the Red Star to shout! Demidov’s eyes closed as she buried her head before she tapped. Davis immediately called for the bell!

Mark: That’s it! Mika tapped, and I don’t blame her a bit! She was seconds from getting her own arm broken!

Wolf: It is always wise to know when you’re caught, Mark. And that fact was not lost on Miss Demidov in what was possibly her best performance that we’ve seen out of her!

Scarlett released the thold, rolling to her knees as Melinda Davis took her arm and raised it in the air.

Cory: The winner of this match….and the Femme for All tournament…..SCARLETT KINCAID!!!!

Mark: And Scarlett Kincaid, after a year’s absence, just kicked the door into the FFW Championship picture here tonight!

Wolf: In big match situations, there are few women who perform better consistently than does Scarlett Kincaid!

Scarlett rose to her feet, leaning against the ropes as she raised her hand high into the air. She glanced back to Mika, giving her a show of respect before she smiled after hearing her name announced.

Mark: At One Night Stand, we are in for one hell of a fight when that woman challenges for the FFW Championship! Whether it be Wendy or Val, that’s going to be hell of a main event!

Wolf: Absolutely, a match never before seen in either case! Congratulations to Scarlett Kincaid, a hard fought victory here tonight in Indianapolis!

Scarlett rolled out to the ground with a smile on her face as we cut backstage.

[Adam Grant]

Before the Bell

The cameras take us not very far from the gorilla position next, where we find Vincent Belmont as joined by Valerie Lamb, both seem to be in preparation for the main event as that match is next. They are soon joined by Robby Reynolds, armed with a microphone as Vincent spots him first and nudges Valerie to his presence as well. The redhead almost falls over, as she had been stretching one leg behind her.

Robby: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event is next! For the first time in the history of the FFW Championship, it will be contested in a 2 out of 3 falls. Joining me is the woman looking to become a 2x FFW Champion Valerie Lamb, joined by her manager, Vincent Belmont.

As Robby is about to ask a question, Vincent holds up his hand as if to silence him briefly.

Vincent: Mr. Reynolds, while I am very appreciative of your eagerness to cover thoughts about this main event, I feel it necessary to remind you that there are better times than right before Valerie is about to head towards the ring. I’m sure the importance of this match is not lost upon you, is it?

Robby shakes his head at that, clearly understanding.

Vincent: So in the future when you would like to get these candid thoughts, please attempt to schedule them sooner than minutes before the match. Is that a fair request, Mr. Reynolds?

Robby nods his head at this as Vincent lowers his hand and waves him to continue.

Robby: Tonight, Ms. Lamb, you are going to be walking essentially into Wendy’s backyard here in Indianapolis to challenge for the FFW Championship. It was mentioned before how this could be hostile territory as far as fan response goes. Will the fans’ support or possibly lack thereof have any effect on you as challenge Wendy tonight?

Valerie: No. It won’t. I know I am about to go into that ring, wrestle the match of my life and for the first time in this company, take the bad guy end of the stick. And I’m okay with that. I would expect it to be the same if this was happening in Edinburgh. I’m not worried about the fact they’re going to be cheering her more than me. I’m here to wrestle a match and take back what I lost two months ago. And, regardless of the result, if I can talk Adrien into allowing me it, sleep until Tuesday.

Robby: I’m not sure how many, if any, matches of this type you have ever been involved in. And that’s not even to say with anything this major on the line for you. But what kind of strategy do you have for what could essentially be three back to back matches all in a row, barring someone taking two straight?

Valerie: I...can’t honestly say I’ve done anything radically different. I’ve been making more of a point to get out for a bit longer to train every couple of days. And I’ve been a sparring partner for some of the students at AWA. But, really, there’s not much that’s different to normal. I don’t like to wrestle short matches at the best of times. Doing three of them potentially will be a challenge, but if you’re going to do what we do, you can’t go in and not expect a challenge now and again. And you’d be right in thinking  this is the first two out of three falls match I’ve ever been in.

Vincent: Valerie has always possessed excellent endurance, and I have no question about how well Ms. Briese is prepared. She competed in an outstanding match two months ago, where neither woman so much as threw a punch bell to bell. A 2 out of 3 falls match negates any possible fallback of saying someone got lucky. No one has said that in this case, but I feel like this match will certainly be the determiner going forward in both womens’ careers.

Robby: My last question is this. Do you feel Wendy Briese has been a good FFW Champion?

Valerie: Yes. She has been, and should she win tonight, she will continue to be a good champion. Wendy represents this company in a light that not many women can, irrespective of whether or not she holds gold. And  itis that alone that makes me think that she will be no matter  what.

The buzz has already begun out in the stadium as Vincent gestures Valerie towards the curtain.

Robby: The FFW Championship is next!




The lights in the stadium dim as the fans begin buzzing louder. The graphic on the video wall shows what is coming up next as Cory heads for the ring.

Mark: This is the one they have all been waiting for! The hometown girl looks to leave tonight with the richest prize in women’s wrestling today! You can hear the fans, they’re ready! Let’s send it up to Cory!

Cory: The following contest is a 2 out of 3 falls match for the FFW Championship!!!

Dimmed lights. Purple, blue and green strobe lights begin to pulse around the arena in the momentary silence before the crowd begins to cheer with the opening, orchestrated chords of Kamelot’s “Ghost Opera”. With the heavier sounds od the song kicking in comes a flash of white light and a burst of blue pyrotechnics. Through the haze that is left over from the pryo, Valerie Lamb walks onto the stage, her expression stoic and her hands on her hips, resting on the hem of her leather jacket, with Vincent Belmont by her side. Her stoic face quickly becomes a grin as she looks around the fans.

Cory: She hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing at 145 pounds, Valerie Lamb!

Mark: Valerie Lamb left the gold behind at Sin & Sacrifice, and she’s definitely walking into enemy territory here tonight! We just heard from her a moment ago, she looks ready! You can see the fire in her eyes, this should be something special. I’ll be joined by Vincent Belmont momentarily.

#EL-EH-VAY-SHUN!#

The crowd bursts into cheers as a short volley of green and gold pyro bursts on the stage, as the always upbeat “Elevation” begins to play over the loudspeakers.  Wendy comes out, grinning and waving at the crowd, as she walks towards the ring.  Behind her steps Pollaski wearing a pair of sunglasses, and stepping cockily down towards the ring.

Cory: Introducing first/And her opponent, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing one hundred thirty three pounds, she is the reigning FFW Champion… WENDY BRIESE!

Wendy slaps some hands as she gets to the bottom of the ramp, and climbs the steps, climbing into the ring.  She waves to the fans one more time, then turns back to the center of the ring, doing some last minute stretches on the ropes.

Mark: You’d think the Colts just won the Super Bowl, listen to the roar of this crowd!

Vincent: They are quite deafening, Mark, I agree. Thank you again for having me tonight for this match!

Mark: Vincent, welcome to the booth once again! There’s no question who these fans here in Indy are going to be supporting tonight!

Vincent: Indeed not. Wendy Briese has been an outstanding flagbearer for FFW. And regardless of who wins, they will have definitely earned the right to call themselves the FFW Champion!

Referee Jennifer Stringer takes the FFW Championship from Wendy and holds it high above her head. She hands it down to the timekeeper and calls for the bell as the fans begin a “Let’s Go Wendy” chant throughout the stadium, bringing a smile to the champion’s face. Both women meet in the center of the ring, shaking hands as a show of sportsmanship before they lock up. Wendy starts to push Val back into the ropes before Stringer asks for a break. The champion does just that as Val takes the opportunity and uses a go-behind to apply a rear waistlock to Wendy and take her down to the mat. Briese rolls to her knees as Val maintains the riding position on her back. The challenger rises back up as Wendy tries to throw a pair of back elbows at her head, but Val ducks both of them and catches her with a headbutt to the base of her neck. A second one follows that before she shoves her forward into the ropes. Wendy hits the near side, but catches a knee to the lower back from Val before she can turn around. An armdrag takedown follows that as Val turns it into a hammerlock, leaning into Wendy’s back as she sits on the mat.

Mark: And Val has taken control here in the early going, using the referee break to her advantage against Wendy. And now making her carry her body weight as she leans on that hammerlock.

Vincent: Valerie’s gameplan is quite simple, Mark. Keep Wendy on the mat. She and I both have been watching many of Wendy’s matches, and we believe we know where the weak point on her body may be. We’ll find out tonight if that was correct.

Val continues to lean into Wendy before the champion starts to make it back to her feet. She does just that, and fires a back elbow again but not at her head, into her ribs. A second one finds the mark, and allows Wendy to counter. She buries a knee into Val’s abdomen before she whips her with velocity into the corner. Val manages to stop herself before she crashes into it, though that gives Wendy enough time as she comes up behind her and launches her with a belly to back suplex to the mat. She quickly got to her feet as Val was starting to get up, hoisting her up again and this time catching her with a second in a row. The chants for the champion began again as she pulled Val to her feet and sent her across for the ride. Briese barely waited on her to rebound before she took her down with a big clothesline that dropped her to the canvas. As the challenger tried to sit up, Wendy delivered a leg drop across her chest and hooked her leg for a pin.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Val kicked out at two as Wendy got back to her feet. The challenger started to do the same when Wendy pulled her up the rest of the way into a front facelock before she delivered a swinging neckbreaker!

Mark: Near fall there for Wendy, and you can see Wendy’s plan coming into focus. She’s working on the head and neck of the challenger already.

Vincent: That she is, and Valerie is weathering the storm well. I doubt Ms. Briese believed she’d get a fall that quickly.

She began to pull Val to her feet, spinning her around and firing her hard into the corner. Val hung there for a moment as Wendy bridged the gap and went for a hiptoss out of the corner. The challenger blocked it, stepping through and hooking her other arm into a backslide pin! Stringer fell for the count!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Wendy got her arm free in time, rolling to her feet as Val jerked her foot out from under her to bring her back down to the mat. The challenger pulled her up by the leg and drove her knee first into the canvas. She pulled her back up a second time and did it again before she dragged Wendy from the ropes and applied an Indian deathlock.

Vincent: Now you are seeing Valerie’s focus. Taking out the champion’s legs, which would negate a lot of her offense.

Mark: You got that right! If you can’t stand, you can’t fight. And so far, this has been a technical purist’s dream match, as you would expect.

Val turned onto her side and began trying to increase the pressure she was adding to the hold as Wendy’s face showed her pain. She tried to find the nearest set of ropes, but none were very close as Val continued to add the punishment. The chants for the champion resumed as Wendy managed to roll over to her stomach, causing the hold to be ineffective and Val to break it herself. The challenger rose to her feet as Wendy tried to do the same, but a chop block took her back down to the canvas. Val pressed her leg to the mat and began to drive the point of her knee into her thigh muscles again and again. She dragged Wendy towards the ropes, draping her leg across it before she left her feet and came down with all her weight on Wendy’s knee. Val left her feet a second time, but Wendy used her foot to catapult Val through the ropes! The challenger grabbed the middle rope before she was about to hit the floor. Wendy rolled to her stomach and started to move away. The challenger stepped foot back into the ring and went after her. She grabbed Wendy by the foot and looked to be going for a figure four, but Wendy snagged her head and countered into a small package!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mark: Wendy with a small package out of nowhere, but she’s also trying to create some distance here!

Vincent: Valerie will be focusing on that leg for the remainder of this match whenever possible. As I said, she plans to ground Wendy.

Wendy immediately grabbed the ropes to help get back to her feet as Val rolled up to hers a bit quicker. She immediately grabbed Wendy’s foot, causing her to hop away from the ropes before she spun her around. Val went for an atomic drop but Wendy countered and landed on her feet behind her, hooking her from behind and instinctively giving her own atomic drop! Val lurched forward in pain as Wendy dropped to a knee herself since Val landed on the bad knee. A look of concern was shown on Pollaski’s face as Val turned back and caught Wendy flush with a shining wizard to the back of the head! Wendy collapsed onto the mat as Val rolled her over for a cover.

Mark: What a shot! That was a knockout blow, Wendy never even saw it coming!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Vincent: Wendy Briese has exceptional recuperative skills, and even I thought the first fall was done right there.

Val circled around to her feet, pulling them up as she appeared to be going for a figure four leglock. But as she turned away, Wendy used her other foot and shot Val shoulder first into the corner. Val crashed hard against the turnbuckle as Wendy tried to get back up to her feet. The challenger held her shoulder in pain as Wendy hopped on one foot, clear pain etched across her face. And as Val turned, Wendy hooked her head and took off three steps towards the ropes into a Vortexinator! But Val shoved her off as Wendy went through the ropes to the floor around ringside. The champion dropped to the ground, clutching her leg as Val tried to get her wits about her. She rolled out after her, grabbing her leg and driving an elbow across it before she pulled her up and shoved her back inside.

Mark: Valerie knows she can’t win it on the floor, and she’s taking Wendy right back inside!

Vincent: There is no ill will between them, there’s no reason for this to be anything but what it has already been. Technical classic.

Val went for Wendy’s leg again, once more looking for a figure four seemingly before Wendy caught her in the side of the head with a kick that destabilized her. Val staggered backwards, holding her head after the shot before Wendy rolled slowly to her knees. Lamb recovered finally and took off towards her as Wendy caught her coming in with a jawbreaker! Once more, Valerie was staggered backwards as Wendy fought to her feet. She snaked her arms around Val’s head and took off towards the ropes, pivoting off them with both feet into the Vortexinator!!

Mark: She hit it!! Wendy hit the Vortexinator!! Val’s brains got scrambled enough to where she didn’t counter it this time!

Vincent: That is most accurate. Valerie has been conditioned to avoid that at all costs, but repeated shots to the head certainly saw fit to arrange otherwise.

Wendy crawled towards Val, hooking her leg for a cover.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Val’s foot was under the bottom rope as Stringer pointed to it, shaking her head as Wendy gave her a questioning look. The champion glanced over to see the far leg under the ropes and began to try to get back to her feet. The fans in Indy began to get louder now as they cheered for the hometown girl before Wendy held up a finger, signifying she was going to do it again. This brought the fans to their feet as she rose to her own, limping towards Val and pulling her back up. She hooked her head and dove for the ropes again, catching her for the second time with another Vortexinator!! The fans were roaring at this point as Wendy hooked both legs for a cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cory: The winner of the first fall…...WENDY BRIESE!!!

Mark: Two tornado DDTs in a row, and Wendy’s won the first fall of this match! There’s no rest period, we’re going into round two! All Wendy has to do is get one more!

Vincent: Ms. Briese’s leg is certainly not getting any better, but there is no one in FFW who would get up from two of those. Now you see why we trained so much to avoid them in the previous encounter, Mark!

Wendy had her hand raised as she reached back and hooked Val’s leg again, going for the second fall already.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Val got her shoulder up this time as Stringer held up two fingers. Wendy slowly rose to her feet as Val began to sit up. Lamb looked dazed and disoriented as Wendy hopped on one foot behind her, measuring her. The challenger slowly rolled to her hands and knees and back to her feet as Wendy went for a roundhouse kick with her bad leg. Val caught it under her arm and countered with a dragon screw leg whip. Wendy shrieked in pain as she collapsed to the mat as Pollaski moved around to her position. She indicated that she felt something tear as Pollaski looked more than worried now.

Vincent: I believe the champion feels like she felt something tear or rip in her leg! And after that dragon screw, I can’t say as I would be surprised!

Mark: If Wendy’s really torn a muscle in that leg, it’s only a matter of time before this thing is over! If she can’t stand, we’re going to crown a new FFW Champion in a matter of moments!

Val moved slowly towards Wendy, dragging her away from the ropes and then applying a figure four leglock on the champion. Wendy’s face was a mask of agony as Val pulled on her foot and tried to increase the pressure administered. The champion looked around for the ropes, and didn’t find any within reach as tears formed in her eyes from the pain. Stringer dropped down to ask her if she wanted to quit, but Wendy shook her head no and dropped back to the mat as Val tried to increase the pressure. Stringer dropped as Wendy’s shoulders hit the mat.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Wendy immediately sat up to stop the three count as Stringer asked her again if she wanted to quit. The champion shook her head as she propped up on one elbow and tried to turn the move over. Wendy reached for the heavens with one arm as she tried to turn Val onto her stomach and almost did before Val delivered a right hand to her thigh that caused her to cry out in pain and drop back to the mat again. Stringer once more went for the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Wendy sat up again, shouting in pain as Val remained on her side on the mat.

Mark: We don’t know what happened to Wendy’s leg, but the pain has to be excruciating! Her face tells you everything! She can’t lay down, or she gets pinned! But she won’t quit!

Vincent: This reminds me of the Wendy when they met in the Femme for All last year. She is too proud to know when she is caught at times, and she doesn’t want to lose anything here in her hometown!

Wendy shouted in pain as Val kept the hold locked in, pounding blows into Wendy’s leg one after another after another. Wendy once again tried to turn the hold over, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to reverse it. Val tried to stop her again, but Wendy managed to do just that and roll to her stomach and grab the ropes at the same time. The referee undid the hold as Pollaski moved around to his client again, asking her what he can do. Wendy told him she was going to finish the match. Val rolled back to her feet, grabbing Wendy by the leg again and away from the ropes. Pollaski told her to hold on before Val locked in an ankle lock and dropped back to the mat, locking her legs around Wendy as she twisted her foot. Wendy shouted in agony again as she was face down on the canvas, covering her head amidst the shouting of pain!

Vincent: From one submission into another, Wendy’s leg and ankle are being sternly tested here!

Mark: You’re damn right it is! Wendy managed to escape the figure four, but I don’t see how she can do it here! Valerie Lamb smells blood in the water!

Stringer dropped to the mat, asking Wendy if she wanted to quit as the champion pounded the mat and screamed in pain again. Val wrenched her ankle, tightening the grip on it as Wendy buried her head in her arm as the fans chanted louder for her.

Mark: How much more can she take?! I don’t see how in the world she’s lasted as along as she has! But this sold out Indy crowd is damn sure behind her!

Vincent: Wendy Briese is showing amazing courage in the face of the ordeal she’s facing! This is why she has been one of the top and best athletes in FFW history, in my view!

Val twisted her body slightly in an attempt to get more pressure on the hold before Wendy once again buried her face in her arm and tapped the mat. The referee called for the bell to signify the end of the second fall before Stringer broke the hold, with both women laying on the canvas now as Wendy clutched her knee to her body.

Cory: The winner of the second fall…….VALERIE LAMB!!!!!

Mark: We’re all tied up! Wendy had to do it, if for no other reason than to break that ankle lock! But Vincent, it’s still only a matter of time! How on Earth is she going to be able to come back?!

Vincent: I don’t believe that she will be able to, but I fully expect her to prove me wrong. Wendy has a die hard will in the ring, but it is being supremely tested by Valerie! These fans may not like it, but we didn’t expect them to.

Mark: One fall a piece, who’s leaving with the FFW Championship?! You gotta believe it’s only a matter of time before Val recaptures what she lost in Las Vegas!

The third fall began as Val sat up slowly, looking around and finding Wendy trying to make it to the ropes for safety. Lamb slowly began to get to her feet and moved towards the champion. Wendy grabbed the ropes with both hands as Val grabbed her legs again. Briese shot her off like a catapult, causing her to stumble backwards. Val regained her balance as Wendy used the ropes to start to get up to her feet. Leaning on them for support, Val grabbed her foot and pulled her away from them. And Wendy returned fire with an enziguri to the back of her head! Val dropped like a rock!

Vincent: Wendy with a brilliant counter, but I’m not sure if she can capitalize on it!

Mark: Valerie Lamb just got her skull checked with Wendy’s boot! If she can make a cover, this thing could be over! That was a knockou shot!

Wendy crawled towards Valerie, draping an arm across her chest to make the cover. Stringer fell into position.

Mark: Wendy’s gonna do it! She’s gonna do it!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Val’s shoulder came up right at three as Wendy’s face showed despair. Val rolled over onto her stomach as Wendy sat up, grabbing her feet and locking them before she reached behind her and hooked her head. And in a matter of seconds, Wendy locked in…

Mark: The BANSHEE!! I almost forgot she had that move! Wendy’s got an STF, and she can hold this all night bad knee or not!

Vincent: Mrs. Briese uses that move most expertly, and Valerie needs to get to the ropes. Because in her position, I’m not seeing any immediately possible counters.

Val’s face turned red as Wendy had her hands locked around it, pulling back with all she had in her body. The champion’s face had a vicious look to it as her teeth were gritted, either from her own pain or what she was looking to inflict. The fans in the stadium restarted their chant for the FFW Champion as Wendy yelled at her to tap. Val’s face was almost blood red, thanks to the pressure being applied as Stringer asked the challenger if she wanted to quit.

Vincent: The referee is asking Valerie if she wants to quit, and I don’t think she will. But only she knows the pain she is going through right now!

Mark: I’m beginning to think giving up the second fall might have been the smartest thing she could have done! Because it’s given her just that little bit of time to try and pull it out here tonight in front of her hometown crowd!

Wendy shouted at Val to tap out, but the number one contender refused as she thrust her arm out and managed to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope. Stringer called for the break as Wendy released and dropped back to the mat. Valerie lay face down not far from her position.

Mark: These two have put each other through hell here tonight for the honor of calling themselves the FFW Champion!

Vincent: Both of them have warrior spirits, Mark. They don’t accept anything but success, and will sacrifice their bodies in the attempt for that ultimate goal!

Wendy reached for the ropes herself, using them to pull herself to her feet. And as she tried to put weight on her bad leg, she dropped back to the mat almost immediately. The pain shooting through her body was told by the expression on her face as the FFW Champion grabbed the ropes again, once more looking to get back to her feet.

Mark: You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Look at Wendy, she just won’t stay down! Over 70,000 here are willing Wendy Briese back to her feet, and by God if she isn’t getting there!

Vincent: I have nothing but respect for the FFW Champion, and she has done nothing but increase that here tonight. Win or lose, I bow my head and hat in her honor.

Wendy managed to get back up to her feet, using the ropes for support as she gingerly moved towards Valerie. With one hand on the ropes, she reached down to grab Valerie by the foot. But Lamb pulled both her feet in and shot Wendy off of her. Briese staggered backwards and bumped heads with Jennifer Stringer, causing them both to fall to the mat and the referee to go through the ropes to the floor.

Mark: Wendy and the referee bumped heads right there, and Stringer’s out here on the floor not far from our position!

Vincent: This does present a particular problem for both women. We are going to need another official here, I hope we have one standing by.

Stringer rolled onto her side on the floor, holding her head. Meanwhile back in the ring, Wendy had began once more trying to get up and put some weight on her leg. Valerie had managed to make it to the ropes, starting to get up herself. A buzz began to circulate through the Lucas Oil Stadium as the cameras spotted Camilla Pazzini making her way down the ramp. Shaking her head, she moved towards the ring. Pollaski spotted her and headed around to get the referee back up, trying to revive her.

Vincent: I’m not quite sure what Ms. Pazzini has to do with this match at all, I haven’t hardly seen her today.

Mark: Camilla coming down for a bird’s eye view? I don’t know either, but like it or not, she’s there and probably here to offer some moral support for her tag partner there.

Camilla made it to the ring, pounding the mat as she moved around Valerie’s side of the ring. The powerhouse of Spectra Fantasia pointed behind Valerie, telling her Wendy was getting up. Val gave her a slightly curious look as she turned around, with Wendy hooking her head and delivering a Vortexinator out of the blue!! Val crashed hard into the canvas as Wendy clutched her leg yet again, rolling Valerie over and going for a cover.

Mark: Wendy with another tornado DDT...I don’t know where she’s getting it from! But Stringer is still loopy after that unintentional headbutt from Wendy!

Vincent: These things happen at the most inopportune times, it seems. But it seems Mr. Pollaski has taken it upon himself to get Ms. Stringer back up.

Pollaski did indeed get the referee up, asking her if she was alright and shoving her into the ring as Wendy had the cover. Stringer moved slowly into position as the fans counted along with her.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOO!!!!

Val got the shoulder up right at three as Wendy looked to be in desperation. Valerie rolled out of the ring to get away from her. Wendy checked with the referee, making sure it was just a two count.

Mark: Wendy was within an eyelash of successfully retaining the FFW Championship right there!

Vincent: Valerie made the wise choice to escape the ring so she could get her wits about her. That will certainly buy her some much needed recuperative time.

Wendy glanced around, looking for Valerie as she crawled towards the ropes and saw her on the floor. The champion moved towards the ropes, using them to try and help her get up. She managed a couple steps before she collapsed to her knees again on the mat. Stringer moved towards her, checking on her condition as Valerie started to get up on the floor around the corner.

Vincent: Ms. Briese still can’t put virtually any weight on that leg of hers, and the referee is making sure she still wants to continue.

Mark: Jennifer Stringer is just like the rest of us, she doesn’t want to see anyone permanently injured in a match!

Valerie rose finally to her feet on the floor, and as she turned around, Camilla took off and delivered a huge spear that drove Valerie through the ringside barricade! The thick wall imploded as the fans erupted in a chorus of boos!

Mark: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Vincent: ……….It appears I am going to be needed ringside, Mark.

Pollaski’s eyes were wide as Camilla rose to her feet, giving an offensive gesture to the live crowd currently booing her before she headed back up the ramp towards the back. Vincent rose from his seat at the broadcast booth, watching her as Pollaski watched Camilla leave. He immediately moved around to Wendy as Jennifer Stringer began a ten count in the ring. It was clear that Pollaski was trying to tell Wendy what just happened.

Mark: Camilla Pazzini has speared the holy hell out of Valerie Lamb...through the damn barricade! And Stringer was checking on Wendy!

Vincent: ………..  .   .  .  .  .

Wendy looked appropriately upset at what her manager told her as she tried to get back up and move towards the referee to tell her what she just learned. Val began to stir a little bit in the rubble of the retaining wall, starting to crawl towards the ring. Stringer made it all the way to eight as Val reached up for the apron to pull herself back inside. At nine, she finally got to her feet, and Stringer counted ten before she rolled back inside.

Mark: Don’t tell me…….

The referee called for the bell as Wendy’s face was a mix of shock and extreme pain as she didn’t make it in time to tell Stringer.

Cory: The winner of the third fall ….and STILL FFW Champion….WENDY BRIESE!!!!

Mark: Val...got counted out of the third fall, because her partner….we thought her best friend….speared her though the barricade! What the hell is wrong with Camilla?! She just cost her best friend the FFW Championship! Somebody tell me why!

Vincent: All I can assume, Mark….jealousy.

Stringer raised Wendy’s hand, causing some cheers from the live crowd as Wendy looked anything but happy about how it ended. The referee handed her the title as Wendy looked at it to Val then back to Camilla who had just disappeared at the top of the ramp.

Vincent: A disgusting way to end what was an outstanding match...Valerie was robbed here tonight. And I don’t blame Wendy a bit…...I blame her fri…..Camilla.

Mark: Wendy Briese retains the title, but not the way she wanted! I don’t know what the hell is going on here! But I know we’re about out of time! For Vincent Belmont and the entire FFW broadcast team, thank you for joining us for Anarchy! Wendy retains...but the question remains…..What the hell is wrong with Camilla Pazzini?!

Wendy moved towards Val as trainers poured from the back to help both women as the FFW logo flashes across the screen and Anarchy fades off the air.