FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong

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FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong

« on: June 05, 2014, 01:12:18 pm »

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FFW Reloaded – 4 Years Strong

The FFW logo is shown on the screen with the world rotating behind it before we are treated to a highlight package of hundreds of matches that blaze by in almost a blur before the view pulls back and we see what looks like dozens of screens playing FFW matches. The view pulls back further as we begin to see the logo for FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong form. And on that, we cut to a seated Zack Hudson, who looks like he’s in some kind of office on a swivel chair. The camera pans around and shelves of DVDs and footage surround him. Behind him is a large screen television with the show logo across the front.

Zack: Hello there, everyone. Welcome to FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong. This show is going to be quite a stroll down memory lane as we look back on the past four years of FFW history. You may recall last year that we had a show where you voted on matches that you thought were the most memorable and the best of all time to that point. And this year, we polled some people who are a little closer to the action. I’m referring to some of FFW’s stars and we’ll also be hearing from Cody Kincaid as well.

On the screen behind him appear boxes with a few of the stars on the show, frozen as Zack turns his attention to the camera.

Zack: When I came to FFW, I had a fairly good grasp of the history of the company because I’ve been a fan for many years of this business. But it wasn’t until I got the job of sitting at the desk at Velocity and calling some of the matches that it dawned on me just how much history FFW has. So I’m honored to sit here tonight on FFW’s birthday and relive these matches with you. Let’s start this ball rolling. And to kick off, our first guest to share their favorite match with us is a woman who is no stranger to making FFW history herself. Let’s hear what Crystal Hilton has to say.

Zack tapped the screen where Crystal’s image was frozen before we cut to her comments. The cameras cut in on Crystal Hilton’s face.

Crystal: So today we get to talk about reloaded and what is my favorite match in the history of FFW as we journey in towards our four year anniversary. There are so many great matches that I could sit here and talk about. I know people might assume that I would use this show as a way to talk about me and boost my own ego but I am not going to do that. Tonight I think we should take a look back at the very reason why I entered FFW in the first place. Showcasing the woman to this very day is my favorite wrestler to have ever stepped foot in an FFW ring who I had the pleasure of facing at Cold Blooded 2012. Tonight we should take a look back at Isabella Pazzini and the match where she won her first FFW Championship. Happened on my birthday no less consider me very thrilled.

From there, we cut to the match.

The final match graphic of the night appears on the video wall as a loud buzz begins circling the arena as the fans make a great deal of noise. Spotlights shine through the arena as fans await the main event.

Mark Horton: It’s time for the main event! I have to warn you ahead. The next match is not for the weak at heart. It’s going to be bloody, it’ll be brutal, and if any past matches are any indication, scarring. Please take the necessary precautions if you have small children watching the show!

Sophie: It’s my pleasure to be calling this match with you, Mark. And you’re right. I have watched each of the Hardcore Wars through EWC history, and this is not a typical match.

MH: You’re damn right, Hardcore War. You can call it Satan’s Sanctuary, because only the devil himself could take joy in what we are about to see.

The camera fixes itself in the ring as we see Ben Johns ready for the introductions.

Ben: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Championship! And it will be contested inside.....HARDCORE WAR!!

This draws a loud pop from the fans as Ben glances to the entrance and back to the camera.

MH: Hardcore War is a brutal and disturbing match that I have had the displeasure of seeing up close and personal for the last three years. A sadist’s wet dream, if there ever was one!

SR: I haven’t seen them in person, only in replays. I’ve never seen anything like them, they might as well call them deathmatches as that is essentially what they are.

"Woman On A Mission" by Gabriella Cilmi hits the PA, and the crowd erupts into vociferous booing. Isabella walks out of the entranceway, smirking at the petty little crowd, before posing with her arms outstretched as Catherine-wheel pyrotechnics whirl and explode behind her. She then turns around, and holds out her hand, as Ryan Mackenzie comes from behind the curtain, joining her. The two make their way slowly down to the ring, before climbing up the steps and over the middle rope. Isabella twirls herself around Ryan, before walking to the far turnbuckle and outstretching her arms once again, as pyros fall like rain all around the ring. Ryan gives her a good luck squeeze before exiting the ring.

Ben: Introducing first, she hails from Palermo, Sicily in the country of Italy! She is accompanied tonight by her boyfriend, Ryan Mackenzie! She is the leader of the Power Trip! This is...ISABELLA PAZZINI!!!

MH: Isabella Pazzini is a pioneer of brutal matches, she was in the first Hardcore War back in the EWC. And a strong part of me hopes this will be the last one! She knows how to go to the dangerous extremes in this contest.

SR: Isabella has always had low class, which explains how she does so well in matches of this kind. It only could be won by classless and base individuals, much like her!

Isabella and Ryan share a kiss as he stands beside her on the apron before discussing something with her, mouthing the words “I love you” before hopping down to the floor.

MH: I had occasion today to speak with Ryan, which is something I rarely do. And he assures me he will not be a factor in this match tonight, he doesn’t even want Isabella involved in it. If he holds true to his word, then we are finally going to get a decisive winner!

SR: If he doesn’t get involved, then Isabella’s chances of winning drop considerably. She can’t win on her own, in my view.

Purple and blue lights bathe the arena as "Trouble" by P!nk strums out of the system. From behind the curtain walks Emma McIntyre to a small explosion of white pyro from above thee stage. On the tron, images of Emma in action play. Liam Alexander walks out just after her. She takes his hand and the pair walk down the ramp, with Emma reaching out to catch the hands of some of the fans. At the bottom, she bounces onto the apron and steps through the ropes. She then goes over to the directly opposite side of the ring and stands on the middle turnbuckle, looking out at the fans before hopping off, and settling in her corner as the music fades.

Ben: And her opponent, she hails from Glasgow, Scotland! She is accompanied by her husband, Liam Alexander. She is the reigning and defending FFW Champion! This is....EMMA MCINTYRE!!!

Emma is also seen sharing some thoughts with her husband. A few FFW officials approach both Liam and Ryan from the back, pointing to the back.

MH: Emma has been an exemplary FFW Champion! And tonight, I just hope she can keep it! Also a veteran of these matches, Emma’s encounters in Hardcore War resembled a horror movie at times with the disturbing trends they took.

SR: Seems that the FFW officials are asking Liam and Ryan to leave the ringside area.

MH: Good, I see no reason for either of them be out here during this! Let’s settle it one on one once and for all!

Both men seem to reluctantly agree, Liam less so till his wife points towards the back as the officials escort them from the ringside area through to the back.

MH: This match doesn’t need them to be involved. And frankly while I’m fairly confident Liam isn’t going to be involved, I am less inclined to believe Ryan due to his own actions in the past.

SR: They are gone, and the match is about to begin!

As both women stare across the ring at one another, the referee calls for the bell as Isabella gets down on her knees, closing her eyes and clasping her hands in front of her face. Emma gives her an odd look as Isabella’s lips begin to move.

MH: I may be off here, but it appears as if Isabella is praying. I can’t say as I blame her.

Emma paces towards her as Isabella keeps her head bowed, mouthing a few words. And as Emma approaches, Isabella springs to her feet as a fireball erupts from her hands into Emma’s face. A sinister grin on her face, Isabella watches as Emma staggers backwards blinded and covering her face before the challenger takes her down to the mat with a clothesline. Heading for the turnbuckle, she begins to untie the turnbuckle pad and throws it to the floor before removing a pair of brass knuckles from her black and white sports bra. Placing it on her hand, she pulls Emma’s hands away and begins pounding away at Emma’s face after dropping to one knee.

MH: We should have known better! Isabella wouldn’t ask God for forgiveness, she’d beg the devil for intervention! Emma’s face could be burnt and this match has barely started!

SR: Brass knucks to the face aren’t going to help the situation any either.

Isabella’s right hand pounded away as the cameras did see developing burn marks on Emma’s face as she tried to cover it with her hands. Rising to her feet, Isabella began to put the boots to Emma’s head before dragging her back to her feet, sending her backwards with a few European uppercuts and then sweeping her legs out from under her to send her to her back. With a smile on her face, she grabbed both of her legs and then fell backwards, catapulting Emma headfirst into the exposed turnbuckle. The champion fell back to the mat, still trying to soothe her burned face as Isabella rolled out to the floor, grabbing the chair which the timekeeper was sitting at and rolling back into the ring. She set up in the center before pulling Emma up, firing her into the ropes and then using a drop toe hold, causing Emma’s head to crash face first into the chair before she rolled her over for the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!

MH: It’s going to take more than that to put Emma out of this match! I don’t see how she can see, her face must still feel like it’s on fire!

SR: You don’t have to see to kick out, Isabella knew she wasn’t going to get a pin that quick.

It was obvious she did know that as Isabella rose to her feet, pulling Emma up with her and pushing her against the ropes, then wrapping them around her arms to tie her up in them. Looking around at the fans, she picked up the chair she had just used and folded it back up, tapping the mat as she walked to the opposite side of the ring where Emma was tied up.

MH: Isabella isn’t getting paid by the hour, she’s trying to end this thing early! I don’t blame her a bit!

SR: Nor do I, and I think she’s going to try to take Emma’s head off with that chair!

With it raised above her head, the challenger took off towards Emma. And as Isabella got into close enough proximity, Emma raised up and kicked the chair back into Isabella’s face, sending her backwards as the champion raised higher, trying to get her arms free and finally doing so. Her face a bit singed, she looked around and rubbed at her eyes as she tried to focus on her opponent in the ring. The champion dropped to her knees, grabbing the ring apron to rub her face for a moment as Isabella was beginning to get up. Emma, with some presence of mind, got back to her feet and caught Isabella with a dropkick to send her back to the mat. Taking the chair from her grasp, she stared down at Isabella with a face of rage began swinging the chair violently towards Isabella’s body again and again.

MH: Emma Mac is hitting anything that moves, and that happens to be Isabella’s body! Shot after shot, Emma is enraged!!

SR: Isabella can’t cover her entire body and Emma’s not missing an inch of it!

MH: The FFW Champion is wearing out Isabella Pazzini with the help of some steel!!

After numerous shots, Emma tossed the chair aside and her face was still a burnt mess of anger as she pulled Isabella up to her feet, dragging her towards the corner and firing her head into the exposed turnbuckle again and again before depositing her over the top rope to the floor. Emma followed her out, sliding out on the nearside and pulling the ring apron up as she was looking for something.

MH: I haven’t got a clue what she’s looking for, but knowing our ring crew, damn near anything could be under that ring!

She began to drag out a table, then another and then another. She began to set them up side by side by side, heading back for Isabella and hammering her with forearm shivers to keep her down.

SR: She’s got three tables set up on the outside, isn’t one enough?

MH: There’s no telling what Emma McIntyre has in mind! We are seeing the dangerous and extreme side of the FFW Champion.

Glancing around, Emma went back under the ring and grabbed a small bottle which she then began to douse all over the table tops.

SR: What’s that smell?!

MH: Lighter fluid!!

Looking around again, she was handed a match book by a fan at ringside, which she then struck and threw it on the tables as all three immediately went up in flames! A smile began to form on the burned face of the champion as she walked back around, depositing Isabella back into the ring and sliding in after her. The challenger was slow to get up as Emma pulled her up the rest of the way, burying a couple knees into her abdomen as she glanced to see where the tables were. She fired Isabella into the ropes, backing up towards the tables for a back body drop. Isabella stopped just short of the contact, instead delivering a punt into Emma’s ribs that nearly sent her through the ropes. The champion landed on the apron as Isabella saw the burning tables behind her, pulling Emma to her feet on the apron through the ropes.

MH: Emma was going to back body drop Isabella through those burning tables, but Isabella got wise to that!

SR: And I sense Emma is about to regret setting those up!!

Isabella stepped through onto the apron with her, glancing to see the tables a few feet behind her as she stepped behind Emma and hooked her arms around her waist! And with a fluid motion, she went for a release German suplex!

MH: For God’s sake, Isabella is going to throw Emma through those tables!!

SR: Emma’s holding onto the ropes!!

MH: She better hang on!!

Isabella tried to throw her again, but Emma still held on. One more chance and that didn’t pay off as Emma began throwing her elbow into Isabella’s head, knocking her to the floor just shy of the tables as she ducked back into the ring.

MH: Emma can thank whatever god she believes in for having the wherewithal to avoid going through those flaming tables!

SR: She better think fast, Isabella’s getting back up.

Isabella rolled in after her as Emma caught her with a baseball slide coming in. The champion dragged her towards the center of the ring and headed for the top rope. Perched on top, Emma watched as Isabella began to stir on the canvas. She began to rise to her feet as Emma launched herself. Isabella grabbed the discarded chair from earlier and spun around, crashing it against Emma’s head on the way down!!

MH: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, EMMA’S SKULL JUST GOT CRACKED!!

SR: OH MY GOD....

MH: Cold steel met a human skull, and the skull lost!! Look at that chair, look at the dent in that chair!! That’s the imprint of the FFW Champion’s skull!!

SR: And Emma McIntyre is bleeding!

MH: She’s bleeding like a sieve!

The show went to split screen, showing a replay of what happened in slow motion as the chair caught Emma’s head. The show went back to live action as Isabella looked over to see a lifeless Emma on the mat.

MH: This is over, cover her!! Get it over with!! Hardcore War claims another victim, and we got a new champion!!

SR: I think you’re right!

Isabella crawled towards Emma, draping an arm over her shoulder as the referee dropped down for the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!!!

THRE-NO!

Emma barely raised her shoulder in time as the referee slapped the mat, waving it off.

MH: How the fuck...did Emma kick out of that?!

SR: I haven’t got a clue!!

Isabella rose up, spitting on Emma before kicking her out to the floor and rolling out after her. Heading for the time keeper’s table, she grabbed what looked to be a remote, jerking it away from the timekeeper and flipping a switch. The fans and Isabella looked skyward as the steel cage began to lower.

SR: What the hell is she doing?! Isabella is lowering the cage from the match we had earlier with Kitty and Shane Sanders!

MH: I don’t know what she’s thinking!! Emma’s on the floor, there’s a chair in the ring, and Isabella is working production! Whatever she’s doing, the cage is coming down!!

The cage continued to lower as Isabella flipped the switch back as it hung about three fourths over the ring, a small gap between the mat and the bottom of the cage. Glancing down to Emma, she threw the remote at her, causing it to shatter when it missed. The challenger headed for her, screaming obscenities down at her as she grabbed the cage and began to climb up.

MH: Where the hell is Isabella going?! That cage is hanging about half a meter above the mat in the ring and Isabella Pazzini is climbing up!! I haven’t got a clue what the hell she’s thinking!

Emma was very slow to get up, looking around to see Isabella had already reached the top, screaming at her. Holding her head for a moment, she woozily grabbed the bottom of the cage and began to climb up after her. Isabella backed away from the edge as Emma slowly ascended.

SR: Emma has to have a concussion among other things, and here she is climbing up the side fo a cage after Isabella! This is a trap!!

MH: I think you’re right! Isabella has something in mind, Emma should not be doing this!!

Slowly but surely, Emma climbed up and got onto the roof of the cage with Isabella. The challenger had a sadistic smirk on her face as Emma was on her knees, clutching the cage with her fingers as it appeared she was very woozy still from the chair shot. Isabella went straight for her, pulling her to her feet and firing right hands into her head again and again before slamming her onto the roof of the cage.

MH: There’s nothing between Isabella and Emma and the floor except air and opportunity!

Emma began to move away from Isabella, the challenger closing the gap as they moved back towards the edge. Isabella pulled her up, hoisting Emma onto her shoulders as she glanced behind her.

SR: It looks like she’s going for a Samoan Drop, a move she’s used in this very match in the past!

MH: You’re probably right! She doesn’t want to win the match, she wants to put Emma out for good!! It worked against the last person she did this to! If it ain’t broke, Isabella won’t fix it!!

Emma began to fight out of the move, firing elbows into Isabella’s head before dropping down to her feet in front of her. Isabella raised up to grab her, only to have Emma hit a standing dropkick, sending Isabella off the cage!

MH: Incoming!! INCOMING!!

Isabella hurtled off the cage and crashed through the three burning tables to the floor!!

MH: HOLY SHIT!!

The fans echoed Mark though they didn’t hear him.

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

SR: JESUS CHRIST!!

Isabella lay prone on the floor with the splintered tables under her, flames all around as officials raced towards the ring with fire extinguishers.

MH: ISABELLA IS ON FIRE!! AND SHE’S DAMN SURE DEAD!! STOP THE MATCH!!

The fans were in stunned awe as the fire was put out around Isabella whom had a puddle of blood forming under her head where she laid. Emma was on her knees looking down through a blood stained face at what she had done.

SR: I have never...seen anything like that in my life!

MH: Isabella hasn’t budged an inch, Emma is about forty feet in the air looking down at what she did! Isabella’s body has to be broken!! If she gets up after this, somebody paint a fucking S on her chest!!

SR: They should stop this, stop it right now.

MH: Nothing is worth this!! But for these two, this war.....they refuse to give an inch!

Emma began to climb down the side of the cage slowly as officials raced towards the ring, checking on Isabella. They began to wave her off, as EMTs raced towards the scene on the floor as the fans in attendance watched on at an unmoving Isabella Pazzini.

MH: And by no surprise, this match has stopped dead in its tracks! Hardcore Way may as well be done! There’s no way Isabella is going to be able to continue, none at all.

SR: I guarantee she’s not gold bricking either.

EMTs began to prepare the lifeless Isabella, sliding a back board under her and a brace around her neck as they loaded her onto a gurney.

MH: This is....just off the page!

Emma continued her descent, dropping back to the floor as the EMTs raced up the entrance ramp through to backstage. The cameras followed as Ryan Mackenzie joined them, running alongside them as they headed for the parking lot, bursting through the exit doors as another camera followed with Emma in slow pursuit. As they reached the parking lot, the wailing sound of the ambulance could be heard as it backed up towards the exit. The medics watched and waited as the vehicle was in reverse.

MH: They are going to be taking Isabella to a local medical center! I know I’ve been rather harsh on her, but I don’t want this kind of injury on anyone!!

SR: No one who isn’t psychotic does!

The medics watched and waited as the sound of a car horn blaring scared them as a black sports car sped at top speed between them and the ambulance. The medics dove out of the way as the ambulance stopped its course!

MH: Someone damn near ran over the EMTs!! What the hell is that about?!

SR: Stupid fans most likely!

Isabella remained motionless on the gurney as the EMTs and Ryan had scattered out of the way, the car missing all of them. Emma came out through the exit next, looking around with a bit of confusion as to what happened.

MH: Emma obviously in some way concerned, and she looks confused as well..

SR: She didn’t see that idiot fan who drove by before she came out!

The sound of squealing tires could be heard as Emma looked around, seeing the black sports car from moments ago take off, heading straight for her! She tried to jump out of the way, but hit the hood of the car, crashing against the windshield before rolling over it and landing in a heap on the pavement!!

MH: WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT CAR JUST HIT EMMA!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?! WHO THE FUCK IS DRIVING THAT CAR?!

Emma lay in a heap on the pavement as the car went into park, the door opening and out stepped two long legs. The camera panned up to reveal them attached to a woman in a short black dress...with long blond hair!

SR: THAT......IS THAT?!

MH: FUCKING SHIT, THAT’S AMY!!! AMY JUST RAN EMMA DOWN LIKE A DOG!!

The medics raced towards Emma as Amy grabbed Isabella’s gurney, pulling her up off it and dropping her on top of Emma. The referee looked bewildered as Amy screamed at him to count! She even shoved him to the asphalt as the referee stared in disbelief and counted!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!

MH: OH MY GOD.....I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SHE WAS HERE! AMY MOWED EMMA DOWN, AND JUST HANDED ISABELLA THE FFW CHAMPIONSHIP?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?!

SR: WE’VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION, BUT I DON’T THINK SHE EVEN KNOWS IT YET!!

MH: IN THE FINAL PAY PER VIEW OF 2010, THE FIRST FFW CHAMPION DAMN SURE MADE HER MARK!! ISABELLA IS THE NEW CHAMPION, ALL THANKS TO.....AMY?!??!

The battered body of Isabella lay over Emma as the medics headed straight for them. Amy stood with a little smirk on her face as the ambulance lights flashed over her features as Violent Night faded off the air.


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As the match concludes, we go back to Zack shaking his head with a smile.

Zack: That’s one hell of a way to kick this off. Isabella Pazzini was definitely a huge part of the first four years of this company, and it’s safe to say Emma probably has nightmares about that night, at the very least. Isabella would go on to capture the FFW Championship twice more before she had her retirement match at Unstoppable last year.

Zack glances back to the screen as Crystal’s picture disappears, leaving the others.

Zack: Next up is our reigning and defending FFW Evolution Champion in Eileen Amaro. Eileen has had no shortage of awesome matches, and you might expect she’d pick one of her own. But that’s not what she did. Let’s find out what she did pick though.

Zack taps Eileen’s picture on the screen as we cut to her. A video pops up of "The Tsunami" Eileen Amaro with a smile on her face, wearing an FFW Unstoppable shirt from 2012 and leaning back in a chair as she's interviewed.

Eileen: My favorite match of all time in FFW? Tara Thunder versus Wendy Briese at Unstoppable 3. Winner Take All, the No Surrender Champion against the Evolution Champion. There hasn't been another match quite like this one and a lot of factors went into this match. Tara was in the Power Trip and coming up on one of the most dominant Evolution reigns of all time. Wendy was the very first No Surrender Champion. Wendy to that point had never defended a championship successfully but she is one of the few wrestlers to hold a win over Tara. That match to me represented the very best of two divisions and prophesied the amazing futures of two of the most technically gifted wrestlers I have ever met.

From there, we cut to the match.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is Champion Vs Champion with both titles on the line under No Surrender Rules.

The video wall comes to life to show Wendy Briese with the No Surrender Championship on her shoulder looking quietly determined while on the opposite side of the screen is Tara Thunder, the Evolution Title also slung over her shoulder but with a sombre look etched on her features.

Mark: For the first time in FFW history, Champion meets Champion with both titles on the line and as Cory just announced this match is being contested under No Surrender rules, which means you can only win this match by submission.

CCM: Someone tonight is walking out here with twice they gold they walked in with and will have made history as FFW’s first ever double champion. The fans are in for a treat as well Mark, in Wendy Briese and Tara Thunder we have probably two of the best technical wrestlers in the world.

Cory: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana. She stands 5’8” tall, weighs 132lbs and is the reigning NO SURRENDER Champion...WENDY BRIESE!!!

#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.

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: Wendy Briese is a two time No Surrender Champion, but she comes into this match on the back of a pinfall loss to Cara Stone and it’s a big ask to bounce back on the biggest stage of them all.

CCM: And lets not forget there’s another monkey on Wendy’s back - she’s never successfully defended a title in FFW. Can she make the breakthrough against a highly impressive opponent tonight?

Cory: Her opponent represents the Power Trip and comes from Amsterdam in the Netherlands by way of Miami, Florida, standing 5‘6”, 136lbs and is the reigning EVOLUTION Champion...TARA THUNDER!!!

"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.

Mark: Tara is the longest reigning Evolution Champion in FFW history and has beaten all comers since she won the title all the way back in November.

CCM: She’s shown no sign of relinquishing her hold on that title, though Wendy is one of the few wrestlers to hold a win over Tara Thunder - having beaten her in a ladder match to win the Evolution Championship. Will lightning strike twice in the form of Wendy beating Tara to walk out with the Evolution Championship?

As the music ends Tara and Wendy meet in the middle of the ring, standing eye to eye as Malcolm Parks watches intently as the two exchange words. Finally he calls for the bell and Tara looks to land the opening blow, snapping off a jab toward Wendy’s jaw only for the Irish descendent to dodge out of the way, sprinting toward the ropes and coming back with a flying forearm smash to the Tara’s chest. As the Dutchgirl stumbles but doesn’t go down, Wendy launches off a series of snap kicks to her opponents legs before finally taking her down to the mat with a hiptoss, holding onto the arm as her opponent hits the mat and hooking on an armbar. Getting back to her feet, Tara pushes Wendy back into the ropes and fires her across the ring, looking to take the red head off her feet with a clothesline, only for Wendy to use the momentum to her advantage, using the extended arm to to swing herself up and round her opponent, hooking her head and delivering a DDT into the mat. Almost immediately Tara manages to roll out of the ring and onto her feet, holding her head.

Mark: Wendy’s come flying out of the blocks tonight and Tara’s rolled to the outside to catch her breath and she desperately needs to regroup.

CCM: As much as anything this is going to disrupt Wendy’s rhythm and given how determined and driven she looks in this match that can only be a bad thing.

Parks checks on Wendy as she waits patiently for Tara to re-enter the ring, watching as she paces back and forth on the outside. Finally Tara rolls back into the ring on the instruction of Parks and gets back to her feet as the two competitors begin to circle each other. Locking up, Tara gains the advantage with a knee into Wendy’s midsection, followed by an elbow into the middle of her back and a double axe handle causing Wendy to drop to one knee, only to come back up to a vertical stance the moment her knee touches the canvas and straight into a side Russian Legsweep from the slightly larger women. Tara rolls over on top of the No Surrender Champion and drives hammer blows to her head before pulling her to her feet and sending her in for the ride once more and driving her back into the mat with a scoop powerslam. Again Tara gets to her feet quickly as Wendy makes it to all fours, only for Tara to leap into the air and stomp down on Wendy’s back, sending her crashing back into the mat. Lifting Wendy up by the leg, Tara drives her knee first into the mat. Picking up once more by the ankle Tara again drives Wendy knee first into the mat once more.

Mark: Tara’s got the advantage in this match now thanks to a series of hammer blows to her head and now she’s starting to focus in on Wendy’s knee.

CCM: Wendy has a slight speed advantage over Tara, but that won’t last if Tara’s allowed to pick apart her leg. Not only that but it’s going to soften Wendy up for any of a number of submissions targeting that joint.

Rolling her onto her back, Tara starts to drive a boot into the back of her knee before spinning around looking to apply a figure four leglock only for Wendy to have the presence of mind to kick her off and send her stumbling chest first into the corner. As she staggers backward, Wendy pushes herself up to her feet. Rather than waste time trying to get the blood flowing in her injured knee she leaps onto Tara’s back and applies a sleeper hold. Locking it in tightly only for Tara to quickly fall back into the corner and grab hold of the ropes causing Wendy to release the hold immediately. Landing on her feet Wendy spins Tara around to face her and looks to Irish Whip her across the ring, only for Tara to reverse the move, sending Wendy into the opposite corner instead and following in behind her, hitting a clothesline, before taking hold of the red heads wrist once more and sending her in for the ride again with a little added venom this time, falling to the mat as she releases her. Wendy meets the turnbuckle chest first, causing her to totter backward, right into the waiting arms of Tara Thunder who drops her opponent on the back of her head with a German suplex. Popping her hips, Tara comes to her feet with her arms still tightly wrapped around the No Surrender champions waist and this time delivers a release German Suplex, Briese landing in on her back in a corner.

Mark: Wendy tried to get some offence going, only for Tara to start tossing her around like a rag doll.

CCM: Those moves are certainly going to take more out of Wendy than Tara and will lower her resistance to the painful submission moves that Tara is capable of.

Sliding out of the ring, Tara reaches back in and spins Wendy around by the legs, placing one each side of the ring post as she pulls her into position to slam her already damaged knee into the steel ringpost. Parks puts his head through the ropes and orders Tara to bring the action back into the ring only for the Power Trip member to slam her knee once more into the ring post. As Thunder takes hold of her leg once more to drive the knee into the post, Wendy fires her free leg into the side of Tara’s head three times in lightning quick succession, securing the break as the Evolution Champion reels into the retaining wall. Taking the opportunity Wendy rolls away from the corner to the opposite side of the ring and uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, favouring her injured left knee as she hobbles slightly. Recovering, from the shot to the head Tara rolls back under the rope and to her feet, charging at Wendy who hobbles forward and leaves her feet to take Thunder down to the mat with a leg lariat.

Mark: Tara using the environment to her advantage as she continues to go after Wendy’s knee, looking to weaken it further in the hunt for the elusive submission victory.

CCM: Wendy’s fighting back though Mark. If she can get the blood and the adrenaline flowing she’ll find that knee suddenly gets a whole lot less painful.

Once again Wendy uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, getting upright at the same time as Tara only for Wendy to springboard off the ropes and drive her injured knee into Tara’s jaw sending her to the mat once again as Briese rolls through and comes to her feet once more, hobbling around a little, she starts to get the blood flowing while Tara starts to pick herself up off the mat. As the Evolution champion gets to one knee, the No Surrender champion steps forward and delivers a shining wizard to the back of her head, sending her falling forward to the mat. Quickly Wendy dives upon the prone opponent and applies a LeBell lock, twisting Tara’s arm around as she pulls back on her neck. Malcolm Parks slides into position asking Tara if she wishes to submit only to get a defiant scream of ‘NO’ in return as Tara kicks her feet against the canvas in pain. Starting to fight against the hold, Tara pushes herself up from the mat using all her strength and lunges sideways, dragging Wendy with her. Reaching out she finds herself short of the ropes, pushing upward, she lunges once more and manages to just hook a finger around the rope and drag herself the rest of the way to wrap her hand tightly around the bottom rope.

Mark: Wendy looking to secure the win with the LeBell Lock, but Tara had enough resiliency to withstand the hold and was able to drag herself to the ropes for the break.

CCM: It’s a painful submission hold that Wendy had locked in though, it applies pressure to the arm, the shoulder and the neck - the exact same areas as the Banshee and that was genius from Wendy Briese - applying a move that not only could have won the match but also gets her into a better position to win the match later.

Breaking the hold Wendy gets to her feet and goes back on the attack, walking up to Tara and delivering a boot to her midsection as Tara holds her shoulder following the hold. Wendy delivers another boot to the gut before taking hold of the arm she had been working over, twisting it around in the shoulder joint once more before moving close to her body, facing her away from her opponent before snapmaring her down into a seated position and firing off another kick to the top of Tara’s spine and shoulder as she keeps her arm held away from Tara’s body. Stepping over Tara’s arm, Wendy drives her heel back into Tara’s chest sending her down to the mat, as Wendy joins her and applies a figure four armlock. Again Parks is on hand to ask for the submission, again getting a short snapped ‘no’ in response. As Wendy bears down with all her weight on Tara’s arm, Thunder rakes her eyes and elicits the break from Wendy before she is forced to tap out.

CCM: Again, it’s good strategy from Wendy Briese, employing another submission hold that targets one of the same points as her Banshee finisher and sapping Tara’s strength advantage by essentially making her a one-armed opponent.

Mark: Power is a big part of Tara’s game, we saw earlier how she was able to toss Wendy around with those suplexes and she’s going to find that a little more difficult if she’s only got one good arm.

Wendy gets back to her feet, holding her face as Tara also manages to get to her feet, holding her arm as she does so. With both women vertical, Tara flies forward spinning around and driving Wendy to the mat with a discus clothesline using her good arm. Tara gets to her feet first, shaking her bad arm to bring it back to life before sending a recovering Wendy in for the ride, catching her as she comes off the ropes with a one arm spinebuster. Once more Tara gets to her feet, shaking her arm vigorously as she waits for Wendy to push herself up to her feet and comes forward driving her face first into the mat with a scissor kick to the back of her head. Stomping on her downed foe, Tara manages to roll her over and drops to the mat as she applies a figure four necklock, still trying to bring life back into her arm. Clawing at the legs around her head, Wendy refuses to quit, her injured leg shaking a little as the fans will her back to life. Spinning to one side, Wendy uses her feet to drag herself toward the ropes and stretches out her legs to wrap her ankles around the bottom rope. Parks starts the count getting to four before Tara releases the hold.

Mark: But that right there highlights one of the many dangers of Tara Thunder. She doesn’t need both arms to be fully functioning in order to be effective in that ring.

CCM: And while she has the figure four neck lock applied she can try and bring her injured arm back to life and catch her breath while stopping Wendy from getting hers.

Breathing deeply Wendy gets back to her feet using the ropes, only for Tara to already be charging at her, Wendy moving off the ropes, sidestepping the rushing Tara as she spins around, drops her shoulder and sends the Evolution champion into the air with a back body drop, her bad knee giving out on her slightly as she falls into the ropes, catching herself on the top rope she stays on her feet and begins to walk around. Keeping a close eye on Tara, Wendy moves toward her as she gets up, delivering a kick to the gut, immediately hooking her head and executing a swinging DDT. Again the No Surrender Champion waits for her Evolution counterpart to start to revive herself and charges forward with a textbook shining wizard. With Tara flat on the mat, Wendy hits the ropes, springboarding off them and landing a shooting star leg drop to Tara’s shoulderblade. Rolling onto Tara’s back, Wendy gets her feet underneath her and pulls Tara up into a camel clutch, pulling back on her head as she gets lower, increasing the pressure on her opponents lower back. Still Tara refuses to quit and eventually manages to slide forward to her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs as she starts to get to her feet and falls backward with an electric chair drop.

CCM: Wendy went for the camel clutch, a good move under the circumstances, but I can’t help but think that her injured knee prevented her from getting as low as she wanted and gave Tara a sniff of a chance of getting out of the hold.

Mark: And what a counter to the submission hold it was. Tara displayed that incredible strength of hers and delivered a devastating Electric Chair Drop to the No Surrender Champion.

As the pair take their time, catching their breath on the ring mat before making it up to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. Tara is the first one to move, walking across the ring toward her opponent and firing off a right hand that only proves to be a feint as Wendy bobs and weaves to avoid it and gets tagged with a left hand instead. As Wendy straightens up, Tara lands a straight right hand to the body, followed by a left to the body then a knee to the same area that drives the air from Wendy’s chest and allows for Tara to drive her down into the mat with an Impaler DDT. Tara wastes little time, going for Wendy’s legs and attempting to lock in the Who’s A Bitch Now?! sharpshooter submission hold only for Wendy to fight her off before she can get a proper hold of her legs, arching her back for a little more height, she drives a boot into the side of Tara’s head. Tara keeps hold of one leg as she tries to shake the cobwebs, Wendy reacting quickly to hook Tara’s head and pull her down towards her on the mat as she applies a Gogoplata. Tara drops to a knee as she starts to fade in the hold. As she stops struggling Parks goes for her arm, lifting it once and watching it fall, twice and watching it fall, three times and watching it fa-NO!!

Mark: Wendy had the “Who’s A Bitch Now?!” Sharpshooter well scouted, countered before Tara could come close to applying it and countered it into the Gogoplata!!

CCM: And Wendy almost managed to pick up the win, but Tara’s found her second wind and only God knows where from given all these two have gone through already.

Finding a hidden reserve of strength, Tara manages to fight to her feet and lift the red head off the mat and looks to slam her back down into the mat, only for Wendy to release at the perfect and land on her feet - albeit jarring her knee as she does so causing her to stumble back ward and giving Tara the perfect opportunity to come to her feet. Trying to take the advantage by charging at her opponent who takes her down to the mat with a drop toe hold, immediately Wendy looks for the Banshee deathlock STF only for Tara to have it scouted. Moving as soon as Wendy attempts to apply and grabbing her by the ankle, taking the Indiana native to the mat as she twists the ankle into an unnatural position.

Mark: And Tara had Wendy’s signature submission scouted too, countering it with an ankle lock - one of the deadliest submissions in this sport.

CCM: Wendy needs to find a counter quickly, otherwise Tara will snap her ankle in two!!

Wendy screams in pain, refusing to give up to Malcolm’s questioning. Rolling through the hold she sends Tara face first into the corner and gets gingerly to her feet as Tara moves slowly out of the corner. Lunging into an attempted lockup, Wendy sidesteps and pulls Tara to the mat, hooking her arm and pulling back on her head with a perfect Crippler Crossface. Tara refuses to quit, only for Wendy to pull back further, increasing the pressure. Tara claws at Wendy’s iron grasp and reaches for the ring ropes only to find them agonisingly far away as the No Surrender Champion once more increases the pressure and finally, with no other option available, Tara taps reluctantly on the mat, Malcolm Parks calling for the bell.

Mark: WENDY’S DONE IT!!! It took a submission hold we don’t normally see from her, but that’s a testament to just how damn good she it and how technically sound this woman is!

CCM: Tara was taken by surprise with the Crippler Crossface, right in the middle of the ring and was ultimately left with no option. And I think the only person more pissed off then Tara right now will be Samantha Star, having seen the Power Trip lose gold in this match.

Cory: Here is your winner...the reigning FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION and NEW FFW EVOLUTION CHAMPION....WENDY BRIESE!!!

As the match concludes, we go back to the studio.


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Re: FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong

« Reply #2 on: June 05, 2014, 01:16:24 pm »

Zack: Yes, that was easily one of the best matches in the company’s history. Not many would ever deny that. The first and only time that two title were unified in FFW history, Wendy made it happen. She would go on to vacate the Evolution Championship as she wasn’t allowed to keep both. But it was a moment that has never been duplicated since.

Eileen’s picture fades away on the screen as Zack looks back to it.

Zack: The next FFW star is a three time FFW Champion in Scarlett Kincaid. She has the distinction of being able to say she was here since day one. Married to our Chief Operating Officer, Scarlett made a name for herself in her debut when she defeated the late Kaitlynn Stryfe. And she’s been doing it ever since. I’m curious to hear what her choice was.

He taps the picture on the screen with Scarlett’s face. The scene opens up to find Scarlett Kincaid sat in a directors chair with the FFW Logo against a black background hanging behind her.

Scarlett: For my all time favourite FFW match I’ve chosen the final of Future Shock Season Nine - the Champion of Champions season. Given the chance to shine, Arabella Black and Desirae Kain grabbed it with both hands and marked themselves out as two of the fastest rising superstars in this industry in Future Shock Season Four. We were lucky enough to get a repeat at in the Season Nine Finale - where both women went through Hell, putting everything on the line and sacrificing their bodies in an Ultimate X match for the chance to challenge for the top prize in the company - the FFW Championship. It’s my all time favourite match because for me it represents two of the things that FFW have come to represent in it’s four year history - Opportunities earned and the desire and hunger to make the most of them when they are.

From there, we cut to the season finale match of the ninth season Future Shock.

The camera heads up to the ring as Cory Kincaid awaits, dressed in a tuxedo.

Cory: The following contest is for the FFW Future Shock Season of Champions title, with the winner earning a shot at the FFW Championship! And it will be contested in....ULTIMATE X!!

This draws a roar from the live crowd.

Cory: The rules are as follows. There are no count outs. No disqualifications. The only way to win is to retrieve the title from overhead!

Lyn: Which means there could be weapons. Viewer discretion is advised.

The opening of "Nonchalant" blasts over the speakers in the Hammerstein Ballroom and out from the backstage area bounces Desirae Kain. She walks down the entrance aisle, slapping the hands of the screaming New York City fans before reaching the ringside area. She pauses a moment, staring at the cables and the title above the ring before she hops up onto a kneeling position on the apron. She eyes the title again, this time from a more closer vantage point before she finally leaps over the ropes and into the ring to cheers. She backs into her corner, waving to some of the fans in the ringside seats as her music dies down.

Cory: Introducing first, she hails from Eze, France! She is the Future Shock Season Four Champion! Please welcome......DESIRAE KAIN!!!

Mark: Desirae Kain, who walked back into FFW just barely a week before this season began, proved why she was a Future Shock Champion! Kain didn’t win a single fan vote, except for the one that counted the most! And you can see her face, her eyes with laser focus on that title!

Lyn: A woman who started off as an unlikely candidate for Future Shock, never the most popular as our host has pointed out now stands tall, so close to becoming Champion of Champions, and even possibly beyond that... However before that she’s gotta once more try and beat the likes of THIS woman...!

The lights go dark in the arena. All we see are four coloured tubes of light coming from the entrance way, which form a sort of angular tunnel in front of it. Then, “Battle Ready” by Otep blasts out of the PA as fire billows up from the stage. The lights flicker on and off, revealing the tubes of light are being held up by the four other members of Phoenix - Mel Avilo, Gigante, Ignis & Hayley Dark. Arabella Black walks out to cheers from the crowd, a hooded black top covering her head and ring attire, and she walks underneath the guard of light tube honour presented by her stablemates. She then flips her head back, raising her arms up as pyros blast out of the stage and up the sides of the video wall as the lights come on fully.

Arabella shares hugs with her four stablemates, before flipping her hood back and charging the ring. She dives under the bottom rope and bounces the ropes at the far side, before running up the turnbuckle, shaking the X rope with one hand and fist pumping with the other. The other Phoenix girls make their way to the back as Arabella hops down, and does the same at the opposite turnbuckle.

Cory: And her opponent, she hails from Firenze, Italy! Representing Phoenix, she is the Future Shock Fight Night Cup winner! Please welcome......ARABELLA BLACK!!

Mark: Every member of Phoenix essentially lighting the path for Arabella Black as she is about to compete in the biggest match of her young career! Arabella hasn’t won a single Future Shock Championship, but tonight she could damn well win the most important one!

Lyn: They are quite the faction of power, Phoenix... It’s a little chilling actually but we could be looking at the future, Mark. Imagine Black as FFW Champion, Gigante as Ultraviolance Champion, Hayley and Ignis still the Unity Champions, and Mel Avilo as the Television Champion.

A dueling chant of “Let’s Go, Desi!” and “Let’s Go, Bella!” is heard rumbling through the venue as the two women look around the arena at all the fans cheering them on.

Mark: The biggest match of their careers. And this crowd is split right down the middle, so it would appear!

Lyn: And here... We... Go!

Referee Jennifer Stringer calls for the bell. Arabella charges out of the corner, tackling Kain to the ground with a double leg takedown and unloading on her with straight right hands to the head one after another after another. Kain barely gets her hands up in time as Arabella continues to fire away before Kain shakes her off. As the French beauty gets to her feet, Black pounces on her again with a clothesline to the back of the head before rolling her onto her back and resuming right where she left off with those right hand shots. Kain doesn’t get a chance to cover up as much time as Arabella jerks her to her feet and whips her hard into the turnbuckle. Kain’s body ricochets almost on impact before Black storms in again with a huge clothesline that lifts her off her feet in that corner. Arabella’s face was furious as she jerked Kain back out, whipping her so hard into the far corner that Black fell to the mat before Kain struck back first into the second set of turnbuckles.

Lyn: Very nice double leg takedown by... Wait, very nice right hands by... Off on the clothesline and... Well another clothesline and... Black, hold still so I can comment on you doing it! Never seen her get that fast on the offense!

Mark: Black with furious velocity sending Kain into those turnbuckles! She whipped her so hard, she lost her own balance! For Arabella, this isn’t a match. It’s a straight up fight, and she’s damn sure winning right now!

Arabella charged headfirst towards the corner, delivering a shoulder tackle to Kain’s body that once more lifted her feet off the mat on impact before she shot her into the original corner. And again, Arabella’s force took her to her own knees when Desirae struck back first into the corner. Black’s face was still livid as she ran towards the corner, climbing the ropes and going for a Frankensteiner. But Kain’s hands held onto the ropes and Arabella landed on the back of her head on the mat!

Lyn: And she crashes and burns! Desirae’s going to take distinct advantage of this!

Kain drops to her knees in the corner, clutching at her lower back with obvious pain etched in her face.

Mark: I’m sure she would love to, but her back has been introduced to those turnbuckles again and again.

Desirae looked over to see Arabella clutching the back of her head on the mat before she glanced up to the title overhead and shook her own head with an angry etched on her features before she crawled over to Arabella. Kain began to return the favor with the right blows one after another after another before she pulled her to her feet and sent her in for the ride. Black rebounded as Kain backed up, and went for a leap frog. But Kain didn’t duck her head and instead used both hands to catapult her higher overhead as Black sailed over the top rope and landed on the floor around ringside instead!

Mark: Arabella tried a leap frog, but Kain wasn’t having it and literally sent the Fight Night Cup winner on a spiral to the floor!

Lyn: That was friggin’ wicked! Kain literally shot herself OVER Black aerial attack! I guess this is Desirae’s way of saying don’t try to outfly a high-flyer!

Arabella tried to gather herself on the floor as Kain glanced down to her. The Future Shock Champion waited for a few seconds as the brunette began to get up and then took off for the far side. Kain was almost in a dead sprint as she launched herself to the top rope and catapulted herself off into a double knee drop that caught Black right in the chest and sent her crashing into the floor. Kain got back to her feet, and and headed for the scaffolding in the nearest corner before she began to climb skywards towards the cable.

Lyn: Flying knees to the chest of Arabella and don’t be surprised if she’s going to have bruised ribs tomorrow! it looks like Desirae Kain’s trying to hurry and not linger!

Mark: Kain’s heading up the scaffolding! This one could well be in the books now!

She made it all the way up to the cable, reaching for it and starting to traverse it hand over hand like she was on monkey bars. She had her eyes on the prize as she moved forward slowly, obviously not used to this environment. Meanwhile Arabella began to get to her feet on the floor, rolling back into the ring. Kain got about halfway down the cable before Arabella grabbed her feet overhead, with Kain trying to shake her loose.

Mark: Desirae is halfway to the promised land, but Arabella’s got her feet! And she is literally dangling several feet above this mat!

Lyn: This could end in about sixty-seven different ways and all of them are brutal. Wait... Sixty-eight.

With one powerful jerk, Black yanked Kain down from the cable into an elevated Alabama Slam, spiking the champion onto the mat with a vicious smack! Standing over her, she pulled her to her feet and hoisted her up into a standing vertical suplex before she just walked out from under her, letting Kain drop head first towards the mat. Black pointed to the title overhead as the crowd cheered her on.

Lyn: I’m not sure if that was an especially nasty vertical suplex or an accidental brainbuster!

Mark: Whatever it was, it’s created an opening and Arabella’s taking it!

Black climbed the turnbuckle, standing up and leaping skyward as she managed to wrap one hand around the cable when her other lost its grip. Her eyes widened as a gasp fell over the crowd before she tried to grab it with her other hand. Blinking and focusing her eyes on the title halfway across from her, she began to walk herself hand over hand just like Kain. As she moved in about three feet, Kain had gotten back to her feet as Desirae jumped up and wrapped her arms around Arabella’s legs and pulling her feet up to act as an anchor!

Mark: Kain’s left her feet, she’s like a damn anchor! That’s one way to bring her down.....

Lyn: Yep... Once more I must restate, this will not end well. Deja vu? I think so.

Mark: Wait a minute....

With Kain hooked around her legs and dangling above the ring, Arabella’s hands went almost blood red, but she gritted her teeth and threw another hand forward....taking Kain with her!

Lyn: ...I’m not sure whether to be impressed or slightly disturbed. Black is literally carrying herself and Kain to the center.

Mark: I have never seen anything like this! She can’t possibly go the whole distance like this!

Kain looked up to see Arabella still trying to move forward and began to climb up her like a rope with her arms and legs wrapped around her body. It almost looked like a bearhug and a leg scissors as Kain went eye level with Black, headbutting her in the face and causing Arabella’s hand to let go. And with a violent jerk of her body, Kain let go of her Arabella’s waist with her legs and sent her flying with a belly to belly suplex! Black launched forward with her feet smacking the title before she crashed into the mat about the same time as Kain did, but Kain got back up!

Lyn: Well ladies and gentlemen, that crumpled mess on the mat is Arabella Black, and the sound you’re hearing...

Desirae crawled towards her, wrapping her arms around Black’s head and quickly applying an anaconda vice. Arabella didn’t offer a lot of movement to begin with, but tried to reach for the ropes out of instinct and managing to grab them as Kain cinched the hold in tighter as a result.

Mark: Anaconda vice, and Black’s got the ropes out of instinct! But there’s nothing the referee can do, and Kain’s strategy is all too clear! Put Black to sleep, and go get that title!

Lyn: Very cunning strategy on the part of Desirae Kain! If Black’s out like a light, then she will not stop Kain for victory. Simple as that!

Kain continued to clench the hold, squeezing for all she was worth as Black’s movements began to get more lethargic. Her hand dropped off the ropes and weakly seemed to fumble around, flopping on the mat as Desirae kept the hold applied. And within seconds, Arabella stopped moving at all while Desirae continued to keep the hold applied for a few seconds longer before releasing it.

Mark: Arabella’s out! She is out cold! And Desirae Kain...it’s academic now!

Lyn: With this single act, Kain will be seeing Isabella Pazzini or potentially Valerie Lamb or Starla McCloud, very soon.

Desirae got to her feet, rolling out under the bottom rope and pulling up the ring apron. She grabbed one end of a table and dragged it out from underneath before shoving it into the ring. She glanced around and grabbed a second, pulling it out and sliding it in as well. A third found its way out next as it was moved into the ring. She then rolled back in, setting up the first table coming out of the corner. The second table was set up end to end with the first and the third on the far end in a row.

Mark: I....I don’t have a clue what she’s doing here! Black’s out, climb the scaffold, get across the wire and get the title! But Kain looks like she’s building a bridge....

Lyn: ...Or maybe Kain just wants to make sure Black never gets back up.

Kain climbed up onto the last table, looking overhead and seeing the title well out of reach before she glanced down to Arabella, who was still barely moving. She hopped back down and went out under the bottom rope again, pulling up the apron on the side in front of the broadcast team as she pulled out two more tables and slid them into the ring.

Lyn: Is... is that three tables? Wait... Four... Five? The hell is this woman doing?

Kain slid back into the ring and erected the other two tables before she picked one up and set it on the second table in the row . The last erected table was set onto the third table as Kain doubled back, climbing onto the very first table out of the corner. She then climbed up to the second table, walking very steady on it as she moved towards the next table, double stacked under the title.

Lyn: You know... As ingenious as this all is a giant staircase if you will, straight to the championship, I can’t help but feel like this is going to backfire. I’ve got that... Little funny feeling in the back of my head. Call it veteran’s intuition or... Memory of how much it hurts to be put through a bunch of tables.

Mark: It’s a damn stairway to the gold! You’re right, that’s brilliant! But...I think you have a point. Black’s back up!!

Kain walked across the second stacked table, reaching over her head as the title was still just a fingertip out of reach. Meanwhile, Arabella began to crawl towards the other end of the stairwell of tables, climbing up onto the first step and then onto the second step. Desirae looked down to see Arabella was gone, and as she turned around, Arabella rose up to her feet. And with Kain’s arms trying to reach the title, Arabella took off and delivered a thunderous spear from the table to the mat!

Mark: BY GOD, WHAT A SPEAR!!

Lyn: Black came from literally nowhere and took Kain out!

Arabella climbed to her feet, glancing up to the makeshift stairwell Kain had built and began to weakly crawl towards the other corner and climb back up onto it. With the dueling chants starting up again, Black was very unsteady on her feet as she nearly tipped over off the table as she carefully climbed up onto the second level of them, wrapping her arms around the table top to steady herself as she got there.

Lyn: Looks like Arabella’s stability is off, still feeling the effects of Desirae’s rather impressive choice for a submission maneuver. Still doing as best she can to climb up!

Black began to try to get to her hands and knees on the table, slowly but surely rising to her feet as she looked ahead of her at the title dangling above the next table. She took a very slow step forward, one after another till she was on the table beneath the title. Weaving back and forth for a moment, she looked up to see the title overhead. Reaching up, she was still extremely unsteady as she tried to grab it, and missing it again and again.

Mark: Arabella’s equilibrium is shot to hell, she’s trying to grab the title but she probably sees three of them right now! And that’s a bad place to be when you don’t have your feet under you.

Lyn: And it’s just a matter of time before Kain’s gotten herself up again and that... That will spell absolute disaster.

Mark: Speak of the devil, Lyn, and so he shall appear! Kain...she’s back up!! Black hasn’t spotted her!

Desirae got back to her feet, clutching her back again for a moment as she looked up to Arabella trying to grab the title overhead. Desirae grabbed the leg of the second table, and began to shake it under Arabella’s feet. Black tried to keep her balance as Kain pulled the table out from under her feet. Arabella jumped up, grabbing the cable near the center of the ring as the fans came to their feet! Black dangled in mid air by one hand, trying to grab the title with the other as the first table stood below her feet.

Lyn: So close and yet so far has never been more definitive than where Black is right now.

Kain lunged towards the first table, climbing up onto it and then onto the second table as she tried to swing for Black but was still out of reach. Desirae glanced around frantically before she ran the second story table, jumping onto Arabella’s back in a piggyback ride before she wrapped her arms around her head into a sleeper! Arabella hung by one hand as Kain squeezed for dear life as they both dangled above the ring! Kain quickly wrapped her legs around Arabella’s waist in almost a leg scissors as she clinged to her!

Mark: Kain with a desperation move here, a sleeper in midair!! But I don’t see how she’s going to stop her without sacrificing her own damn body!

Lyn: Arabella’s already been throttled once in this match and it won’t be long before both women fall. I don’t think Desirae cares! She will do anything it takes to beat Arabella again... Anything.

Arabella’s fingers lost their grip on the cable as both women plunged through the table beneath them with Arabella landing on top of Desirae as the table shattered into splinters! Both women lay flat on the mat, eyes glassy as the Future Shock Season of Champions title waved over their heads.

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

Lyn: By the sword of the Lord! Kain’s down! Black’s down! Nothing is moving except that title that just dangles so gracefully back and forth...

Mark: The Future Shock Championship dangling overhead like Damocles’ sword...except that won’t do anything but take them to the promised land! These two women are destroying each other and their own bodies for that title and everything that comes with it!

Both women lay on the mat, as Kain lifted her head up first. A faraway look on her face, she looked to the remainder of the stacked tables coming out of the corner and then over to Arabella before she crawled towards the ropes and rolled out to the floor around ringside. She pulled up the apron, and removed a length of the cable that was being used to hang over the ring. She limply tossed it into the ring and began to tie one end to the ringpost.....and the other to Black’s foot.

Lyn: Kain has given up on putting Black to sleep and instead now focusing on straight up immobilizing her... With cable. Well, that’s crafty.

Mark: That’s steel cable, folks. What they used to make that X above the ring... And that stuff will hold an elephant in place, it’ll damn sure hold Arabella!

Kain pushed up to her feet, dragging her tables towards the center of the ring. The double decker was placed right under the title now before Kain dragged the lone table next to it in a stairwell again. She glanced down to see Arabella barely beginning to stir before she climbed up onto the first table. Arabella rolled to her stomach, trying to crawl away from the table wreckage from before and looked back to see the cable that was holding her from going any farther.

Mark: Kain’s climbing the stairway to the gold, and Black just noticed she’s tethered to the ringpost!

Lyn: Arabella Black is strong, but I highly doubt she’s going to be able to rip that cable apart! She’s going to have to try and untie herself but by the time she does, Kain may be long and far gone with the belt!

Arabella tried to pull the cable from her foot, glancing up to see Kain starting to ascend to the second stacked table. She fought feverishly with it, finally starting to loosen it some as Kain spotted her from the top table. Kain screamed down at her to come and get her with a look of ferocity covering her face as Black finally got the cable free and climbed up onto the table to go after her!

Mark: Listen to Kain, she’s telling her to come and get her some! These two hate each other! There’s still some fight in both of these women!!

Lyn: Wow. They both really care more about killing each other than the championship. The bloodlust is on a whole other level... It must be the Hammerstein. Really.

Kain turned and watched as Arabella climbed up to the second table with her as they stood above the ring and a slugfest broke out with both women unloading with haymaker right hands! The fans were on their feet, the dueling chants for both women going again!

Mark: It’s a fistfight on top of those tables!! Look at them!! Kain and Black are swinging for the fences with the title right above their heads!

Lyn: The fans chanting them on and both of these two, all sanity or reason forgotten as this turns into an all-out, knockdown, slap-around brawl!

Mark: And for all you Desirae Kain fans out there, I’m going to tell you. Kain’s not going to win a fist fight with Arabella!

And Mark was right as Black’s punches began to take the measure of Kain, staggering her backwards before Arabella planted her head between her legs and hooked her arms up.

Mark: Lyn....you don’t think she’s....gonna.... That’s the setup for the Black Hole Driver! Arabella is going to tiger bomb Kain through those tables!!

Lyn: Oh she’s gonna do it! There’s about to be splinters and shrapnel everywhere!

The fans were thunderous in the Hammerstein Ballroom as Arabella had Desirae locked in place, but the fans watched on as Kain blocked it. Black tried a second time, but Kain blocked it again. And Black’s eyes widened as Kain began to stand up with Arabella’s arms hooked around Kain’s as she was upside down now!

Mark: No...... What in God’s name.....

With Arabella hung upside down and Kain hooking her arms as she stood up, Kain left her feet and delivered a vertebreaker as Arabella went head first through the first table...and then the second!

Lyn: Arabella Black is dead.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Mark: They’re saying it, I’m thinking it!! Kain used a vertebreaker and drove Black through two damn tables! The stairway is destroyed and so is Arabella Black!!

Lyn: The Vertebreaker is nothing to be fucked with, to say the very least. Seen it more times than I care to count, used it more times then I’ll say here but through two tables? Black won’t ever be the same after that.

Kain held her lower back in agony as she had essentially given herself an atomic drop. Glancing around the ring at the debris everywhere, she rolled out slowly to the floor and pulled a ladder from under the ring. A ten foot ladder was slid inside as Kain began to slide in after it. Slowly rising to her feet, she set the ladder under the title put it into place. Black wasn’t moving on the mat, and as she finally began to stir, her husband and Andy Marx took off towards the ring. Marx tried to get a response from Arabella, whose movements were jerky and obviously drunk.

Mark: Carson and Andy are out here, very concerned about Arabella here... I don’t blame them a bit!

Lyn: I don’t think Black is gonna be able to recover anytime soon, as Kain slowly makes her way up the ladder.

Desirae continued to climb towards the cables as Arabella shoved Andy and Carson away, trying to get to her feet as the dueling chants were even louder than before!

Mark: This is....unreal! Black....she wants to keep going.....

Kain was two thirds of the way up the ladder as Arabella reached for it and collapsed back to the mat when Carson and Andy immediately went to help her. Kain reached the top and unhooked the title, ripping it from the cable as the fans roared!

Lyn: Arabella did her best, she did everything she could but... There stands your champion of champions, Desirae Kain!

Kain clutched the title to her chest like a baby, holding it tightly as Andy continued to help Black.

Cory: The winner of the match.....and THE CHAMPION OF CHAMPIONS...DESIRAE KAIN!!!

Kain thrust the title into the air, receiving a very loud response from the crowd before she started to descend down the ladder. Her eyes locked onto Arabella’s, shaking her head and reaching down to help her up. Black gave her a confused look as she staggered on her feet before Kain told her she had her respect and raised her hand in the air with her own.

Lyn: Well imagine that... Maybe there’s hope for the two of them to get along after all.

Mark: That takes a lot of class right there! Whether they like each other or not, you gotta believe there is an amazing amount of respect shared after what we have just seen! Desirae Kain is all class, as far as I’m concerned!

Lyn: She’s all class and now a Future Shock Champion to end all Future Shock Champions!

Mark: Kain will be the first ever Future Shock graduate to challenge for the FFW Championship! And if she shows the amount of heart we saw here tonight, I think she may well be the first to capture that title too!

Lyn: I’m sure Isabella, Valerie, and Starla now all have their eyes on her.

Desirae collapsed to a seat on the mat herself as Carson clapped, and the sold out crowd joined in with a new dueling chant.

Fans: THANK YOU, DESI!! THANK YOU, BELLA!!! THANK YOU, DESI!! THANK YOU, BELLA!!

Lyn: And these fans recognize just what a spectacle they were privy to! They left it all in the ring but Desirae has rose above.

Mark: What a ride it’s been throughout this season! We’ve seen it all and then some! Lyn, any reflections on the ninth season of Future Shock you’d like to share?

Lyn: Only that any one of the talented athletes we’ve seen would have made a fine Champion of Champions, but by sheer grit and determination Desirae Kain has outlasted every single one of them.

Mark: Congratulations to Desirae Kain! And thank you for joining us here from the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City! It has been a magical ride throughout this entire season, and we thank you all for being part of it! For my partner, Lyn Dallins and myself included....good night from Future Shock!

The dueling chants continued as Carson and Andy applauded both women in the ring. And with that, Future Shock faded off the air.

From there, we cut back to the studio with Zack.


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Zack: Damn, that was definitely one to remember. And as much as Scarlett and the fans enjoyed it, I’m sure her husband did too. Future Shock has always been Cody’s pride and joy, and to see a moment like that take place had to have filled him with a lot of pride. Speaking of Cody…

Scarlett’s picture on the screen faded away as Zack turned back to it, reaching over and tapping Cody’s picture.

Zack: Let’s hear what match stands out for the COO.

We cut to a video where we find the Chief Operating Officer sitting with a smile on his face.

Cody: It’s really hard to pick out one match over the last four years that I enjoyed the most. Because honestly, there’s not just one. There’s tons of them, picking just one is next to impossible. So I’ll just share a match that really stands out in my mind as a very special moment in FFW’s history. It’s actually a match involving my wife, but not one she won actually. The reason it stands out to me is because I feel like it was the best match I had ever seen out of either of the women involved at that point and even still today. I’m talking about when Scarlett went one on one with Stacey for the FFW Championship at Chaos Theory 2012. If you haven’t seen it, you’re in for a treat.

The buzz in the crowd is certainly audible as the graphic shows on the video wall what is next, as the fans grow louder in anticipation. A single spotlight hangs over the ring as the ring announcer awaits before we hear the broadcast team.

Mark: It has been one of the most remarkable and memorable nights that I can recall here in FFW, and now it’s time for the match they all came to see! The main event! The FFW Championship is on the line as the champion puts her gold up for grabs against the number one contender, Scarlett Kincaid! And joining me here at the Velocity table is a man I haven’t called a main event with in sometime! My English brother from another mother! Welcome to the closing match, CCM!

CCM: Yeah! Apparently yelling on Twitter gets results! No-one wants to mess with the Crazy One! Good to be here... at the Velocity desk too! After ours was... kinda destroyed!

Mr. Showtime: The following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is for the FFW Championship!

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, slapping hands with as many fans as possible on the way to the ring as the spotlight follows them.

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 as she waits for the match to start.

Mr. Showtime: Introducing first, she hails from Baton Rouge, Lousiana! Accompanied by her husband, please welcome....SCARLETT KINCAID!!!!

Mark: The number one contender for the FFW Championship, Scarlett Kincaid, came up short being the odd woman out at Cold Blooded! Tonight, she gets her one on one shot just like Katherine Stryfe did some weeks ago! But hell, I’m surprised to see Cody here. I didn’t think he was going to make it tonight.

CCM: Absolutely! Luckily, Stacey & Ryan shouldn’t cause any trouble here, so he should be fine out here. I can’t wait Mark, this should be a fantastic match! The two best in FFW today!

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, Ryan Mackenzie beside her. She raises her arms up, and pyro explosions fire out of the stage. She links up with Ryan, and then the pair start making their way purposefully down the ramp. As she reaches the ring, she kisses Ryan, before hopping onto the apron, and then climbing 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 cheers from the crowd. A confident smile on her face, she then hops down and does the same at the opposite turnbuckle.

Mr. Showtime: And her opponent, she hails from London, England by way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She is the reigning and defending FFW Champion!! This is...’SIMPLY BETTER’ STACEY MACKENZIE!!

Mark: To call Stacey a fighting champion is quite the understatement, to say the least! Since winning the gold back last November, she’s taken on all comers! Primarily Katherine Stryfe and Scarlett Kincaid. She effectively shut Kat out of the title contention for the time being, and now with a win tonight, she could put Kincaid at the back of the line too!

CCM: I’ll be impressed if she does. But Scarlett’s been a mainstay of the division for the last year or so... it will take a LOT to shut her out.

Referee Jennifer Stringer calls for the bell as the two women meet in the center of the ring, both shaking hands with smiles on their faces till the smiles fade away. The two lock up in the center of the ring, with Scarlett turning it into a side headlock. Stacey tries to fight out of it, but Kincaid has it locked in tight. Stacey tries to shoot her off into the ropes, but Kincaid only takes two steps before she stops her progress. A few well placed shots to the kidneys breaks the headlock as Stacey finally shoves her into the ropes. Kincaid stops herself before she collides with them. And as she turns back towards the champion, Stacey clobbers her with a clothesline that takes her over the top rope. Managing to land on the apron, Stacey bounces off the far side as Scarlett rolls to the floor. The champion goes for a baseball slide, but Kincaid pulls the ring apron out and Stacey slides right into it! And with a flurry of shots, she unloads with rights and lefts to Stacey’s body as she is caught between the apron and the ring.

CCM: Uncharacteristic mistake from Stacey there, and Scar is just unloading on her! Scarlett showing her awareness, using the ringside area to her advantage in the early going!

Mark: Stacey went for that slide, but the challenger was still far too fresh for it to work! And now Kincaid is unloading! She’s reminding me of Claire Black with those body shots!

Kincaid stepped back as Stacey hung over the apron, holding her abdomen before Scarlett grabbed her feet and jerked her down to the ringside mat. Her head bounced off the floor on impact as Scarlett dragged her out and shoved her back into the ring. Rolling in after her, she delivers a few body shots to match what she had done before and then pulls her to her feet. Pointing to the turnbuckle, she bounces her head off it with authority before firing her hard into the far turnbuckle. And with a dead sprint, Kincaid took off and delivered a shoulder block straight into her ribs that lifted her feet off the mat with the impact. The very much divided crowd had begun a dueling chant of “Let’s Go, Stacey!” and “Let’s Go, Scarlett!”

CCM: The crowd is split right down the middle on this one! But Scarlett is in control so far!

Mark: The champion hasn’t got out of the blocks yet in this one, and Kincaid is keeping the pressure on, working the body and ribs. You know she’s looking for the Cascade at some point tonight.

Scarlett buried a knee into Stacey’s abdomen as she hung in the corner, and with another hard whip, she fired Stacey across whom slammed into the corner again. Scarlett went for another sprint, but this time as she came in, Mackenzie raised her foot and caught her right on the jaw! The challenger hit the mat, and Stacey dropped to her knees, trying to get her wits about her.

Mark: The FFW Champion created a little separation there with that big foot to the face! She had to do something, Scarlett was large and in charge since the bell rang practically!

CCM: That’s why Stacey’s so dangerous, she knows how to pick a spot and hurt you just when you think you’re in control.

The champion pushed up to her feet, still holding her ribs as she pulled Scarlett up and shoved her back into the corner. And with a slap, she delivered a chop across Kincaid’s chest that nearly buckled her in the corner. Pulling her back up, she caught her with another one. The pain was etched all over the challenger’s face as Stacey took a few steps back, waving Scarlett to come at her. Kincaid staggered out of the corner, and Stacey snapped her arms around her waist and delivered a belly to belly suplex, but held on. Pulling her back to her feet still in the same position, she delivered a second and then a third. Finally releasing the hold, Stacey shoved her over onto her back and threw her arm across her chest!!

Mark: Three rolling belly to belly suplexes! And the champion is looking to end this one right now!

ONE!!!

TWOO!!!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

CCM: Kick out! You won’t get Kincaid that early! I question Stacey’s choice of maneuver actually, that’s a pretty heavy duty move this early in the match. She doesn’t want to tire herself out too soon.

Stacey pushed herself to her feet, watching as Scarlett began to get up as well. Stacey whipped her in for the ride, and as Kincaid rebounded, the champion hit a leap frog. But Scarlett stopped just short of her, grabbing her legs and bringing her down with a thunderous sitout powerbomb that the champion never saw coming!!

Mark: Stacey thought Kincaid was going to duck, and by God did she pay for that mistake!!

CCM: And Stacey’s back just cracked hard onto the canvas as a result!

Scarlett held the sitout position as Stringer dropped for the count!

ONE!!!

TWOOO!!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Stacey rolled her shoulder as Stringer informed Scarlett that it was just a two. The fans in the arena began the dueling chant again as the challenger began to get to her feet. Scarlett rolled her over onto her stomach, pressing her feet into the back of her knees and then leaning over to grab her arms and pull them behind her. The challenger fell to the seated position on the mat with Stacey’s body in a surfboard submission. And with Scarlett’s back closer to the ropes, Stacey was stuck as the challenger continued to pull backwards.

CCM: This doesn’t look good. Stacey needs to find a way out, but I don’t see one!

Stringer knelt in front of the champion, asking her if she wanted to submit. But Stacey shook her head as her body was bent backwards, thanks to the torque Scarlett had applied. A very pained expression covering her face, Stacey continued to suffer in the hold as she tried to see where any ropes were and finding none anywhere within range. Dropping her head back, she looked into the challenger’s face for a moment before she looked back up and began swaying side to side slowly. Left to right and back again in a rhythm, the champion swayed in the hold as Scarlett held onto the grip she had. With her body swaying from one side to the other, she then switched directions and began rocking backwards and forwards like a rocking chair.

Mark: I’m not quite sure what she’s trying to do here, but I’m guessing she’s trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her lower back right now, thanks to this hold!

Stacey continued rocking backwards and forwards as the challenger held on. And with a sudden force, she threw her whole body backwards and caused Scarlett to roll back onto her back as she pulled Stacey over her into a backslide pin attempt!!

ONE!!!

TWOOO!!!!!!

THRE-WHOOAAA!!!!

Scarlett let go of the hold, thus breaking up the pin cover at the same time!

CCM: Smart move there!

Mark: Scarlett had to let it go, or she was going to get pinned! Stacey is using the laws of physics as a tag team partner here tonight!

Stacey rolled off the top of the challenger, getting back to her feet as did Scarlett. The two got back to her feet almost at the same time, staring at one another as the fans roared in the arena. And without warning, they began to unload shots at one another with repeated right hand volleys. Stacey got a little better of the exchange as she knocked Scarlett back step after step before shoving her back into the corner. And with a hard Irish whip, she sent her across towards the far corner. Kincaid reversed it and sent Stacey into the corner instead. The redhead took off towards her, leaving her feet as though she were going for a frankensteiner. But Stacey ducked and catapulted her overhead, and the challenger landed headfirst onto the ring post!

Mark: My God, Kincaid’s head struck the ring post off that catapult!!

CCM: That could be a knockout blow right there!

Stacey immediately moved out of the corner, waving Scarlett towards her. The challenger slid down to her knees, facing the corner for almost a minute as Stacey gave the signal to the crowd what was coming next as Scarlett weakly tried to get to her feet. The live crowd sensed the Kiss of Death as Stacey almost couldn’t stand still, waving Scarlett up!

CCM: I think it’s coming! Kiss of Death, and this one will be in the books!

Mark: If Kincaid gets up and turns around, she won’t get up again!! Stacey is positively electrified right now, she’s begging her to get up!!

Scarlett grabbed the ropes, pulling herself up to her feet. And as she staggered and turned, Stacey scooped her up onto her shoulders! And the live crowd exploded as she delivered the Kiss of Death perfectly!!

Mark: GAME OVER!! STACEY MACK JUST WON THIS!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Kincaid’s arm shot up before the three, and Stacey’s jaw dropped!

CCM: NO DICE! Kincaid shot the arm up, and this match is still going!!!

Mark: Stacey’s put them all away with that Kiss of Death! But Kincaid kicked out! I don’t believe it, and neither does this sold out Bradley Center!

Stacey asked the referee, whom reminded her it was just a two. Looking down to the challenger, she got back to her feet. Nodding her head, she headed for the corner and began to climb to the top. The fans in the arena were on their feet as she perched herself, watching as the challenger weakly rolled to her hands and knees and then her feet. The champion measured her, and as Kincaid turned around, Stacey launched herself! She sailed through the air like a swan, but Kincaid sidestepped her and caught her on her shoulders before drilling her with an F5!! And once more, the live crowd erupted!!

Mark: Spin the Bottle!! Scarlett borrowing one from her trainer’s playbook, and a thunderous F5 just planted the FFW Champion!

CCM: Stacey getting taken down with Tiffany’s move? That’s gonna sting like hell if the champ can’t kick out!!!

Kincaid dropped back to the mat as well, still very spent from the punishment she had already received. Looking up, she rolled over towards her and threw her arm across her chest!

Mark: We got a new champion!! NEW CHAMPION!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOO!!!!!!!!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Stacey’s shoulder rolled just as Stringer’s hand was going down for the third time!

CCM: No, we’re still going! That couple of seconds before Scar could get the cover may just have given Stacey enough time!

Mark: This crowd thought it was over! So did I! But the champion kicked out! And somewhere a Measuring Stick may have just snapped!!

Scarlett’s face told the tale, shaking her head as she got back to her knees. Looking down at her opponent with a stunned look on her face, she began crawling for the corner. Using the ropes, she managed to pull herself to her feet as she leaned against it. Stacey also began to stir behind her, pushing up to her knees. Kincaid leaned against the turnbuckles as Stacey crawled towards her. The challenger gasped for air as Stacey ducked her head between her legs and climbed to her feet. With the challenger on her shoulders, she walked backwards from the corner before delivering her electric chair!!

CCM: WAKE UP TO REALITY! Though I think Scar’s more asleep than waking up right now!

Mark: THE CHALLENGER JUST GOT DRILLED!!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOO!!!!!

Mark: STACEY DID IT!!!

THRE-NOOONOOONOOOOOOOO!!!

Mark: I will be damned!!

CCM: She kicked out AGAIN?! What does Mackenzie have to do?!

Stacey held up three fingers, only for the referee to hold up two as the champion’s face seemed to sink. Looking down to her husband on the floor whom gave encouragement, Stacey moved towards the corner and crouched down, watching Scarlett and signaling that a spear was coming! Kincaid began to stagger to her feet before dropping down to her knees, unable to stand just yet as Stacey continued to wave her to get up.

Mark: The champion is looking to close the show here! And I think a spear may be just the ticket!

CCM: May just be! The back has taken some punishment, and this could kill it!

Scarlett began to try to get to her feet again, this time making it as Stacey tore out of the corner in a sprint. As she left her feet to go for the spear, Scarlett grabbed her head and countered it into a DDT into her knees, the Scarlett Fever!! The sold out crowd was on their feet!!!

CCM: And it swings AGAIN!!!

Mark: Two of the very best in the world today showing you how badly they want...they need to be the FFW Champion! I’ve never seen anything like this! Kincaid’s got the cover, and we got a new FFW Champion!!

Scarlett draped an arm across the champion as Stringer fell for the count!!

ONE!!!!!!

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Stringer’s hand hit the three, but as she looked up, she saw Stacey’s leg across the bottom rope and waved it off!

CCM: Last second escape for the champion!!! Great ring awareness!

Mark: This is the most hard hitting FFW Championship match I think I’ve ever seen!! What the hell more can they do?! They are literally hitting each other with everything they have!!

Scarlett looked up to see the leg, and then to the corner. She pointed to it a she tried to get to her feet, and the fans knew what was coming.

Mark: Well maybe not everything!! Kincaid is pointing to the corner! She’s still got one ace in the hole!! I think we are about to see one Kincaid Cascade on the horizon!!

CCM: This will do it! NO-ONE kicks out of the Cascade!!!

Stacey laid limp on the mat as Scarlett dragged herself towards the corner. She pulled herself up to it, nearly falling off as she did. Glancing behind her, she climbed back up a second time only to fall again. With the fans chanting her name, she went for it a third time and made it. Climbing into position, she looked down to Stacey and then over to her husband briefly. And with little time wasted, she flew off the top rope into a cork screw and finally crashing into the champion’s body! The impact caused their bodies to slightly bounce off the mat as they lay side by side!!

Mark: The Cascade!! She hit it dead on the money!!

CCM: She gets an arm over, and this one’s in the books! You could count to 100 I think!

Both women lay prone on the canvas, neither really moving as Scarlett managed to finally roll over and throw an arm across her chest!

Mark: NEW CHAMPION!! THIS IS OVER!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOO!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!! NOT TONIGHT!!!

The fans came out of their seats as Stacey kicked out at the last possible second.

CCM: NO FREAKING WAY!!!

Mark: It’s not over, it’s not damn well over at all!! Stacey kicked out of the Cascade!! Both of these women have to be running on fumes right now!! They both want...need...and desire to be the FFW Champion!!

Scarlett looked crestfallen as her eyes looked over to the referee, whom was shaking her head and holding up two fingers. Her eyes fell back to the corner again, and it was almost as though the viewers could see her thinking about it. Rolling to her stomach, she began to crawl towards the corner again.

Mark: She’s gonna do it again!! Scarlett Kincaid is going for the Cascade one more time!! This will have to end it!! For God’s sake, what more could they do if it doesn’t?!

CCM: I’ve never known ONE Cascade not end it! Scarlett’s going all or nothing here! Stacey had enough to kick out, but I don’t see her moving any time soon! She has to be in too much pain!

Scarlett pulled herself up much more slowly this time, climbing up to the top and having to stop a few times to correct her balance. Pointing down to Stacey, the fans knew what was coming. The champion made no movements whatsoever on the mat, her eyes closed.

Mark: Stacey’s out cold! This’ll do it!! We’re about to crown a two time FFW Champion right now!! One more Cascade!!

CCM: Stacey’s done, I’m telling ya! Unless this is one HELL of a goldbrick, and I don’t think even Stacey’s THAT good!

Scarlett perched herself again, trying to maintain a very shaky balance. And with a launch, she was airborne! Stacey rolled out of her way as Kincaid corrected herself mid-flight and landed on her feet. The champion nipped up to her feet, and as Scarlett spun around, she charged her. Stacey caught her coming in, twisting her with a tilt-a-whirl into a Rock Bottom!!

CCM: MACKENZIELAND LIVES ONCE MORE! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!
Mark: Stacey hit the Ryan Go Round!! And we got a cover!!

ONE!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The live crowd exploded to their feet as Stringer called for the bell!!

CCM: IT’S OVER! STACEY SOMEHOW RETAINS!!!

Mark: I do not believe it!!

Both women lay spent on the mat, neither one moving as Stringer pointed to Stacey and raised her own hand. She then took the title from the timekeeper, and draped it across her body.

Mr. Showtime: The winner of this match....AND STILL FFW CHAMPION....’SIMPLY BETTER’ STACEY MACKENZIE!!!

The cameras showed a very happy looking Ryan Mackenzie, applauding from ringside.

Mark: Stacey Mackenzie continues to roll, but I’ll tell you what! I don’t think anybody’s come any closer than Scarlett Kincaid did tonight!!! I have never seen anyone push the champion quite like she was in this match!

CCM: I don’t know how the hell Stacey survived Scarlett’s onslaught, but she did! Rematch! REMATCH!

Cody slid into the ring as Ryan did, shaking his hand. The cameras watched as both women barely moved on the mat at all, still completely spent.

Mark: For my money, that was one of the most heart-stopping FFW Championship matches I think I’ve ever seen!

CCM: Absolutely, I thought it was over about five times! But it finally is, and this arena is on fire!

Both women began to get to their feet finally with the help of their husbands as Stacey offered Scarlett her hand. The redhead wasted little time in taking it, and shaking her hand.

Mark: A lot of class, and that’s something we don’t see nearly enough of! What a night!! The first annual Chaos Theory, and it’s already a night I’ll never forget!!

CCM: Unbelievable! We have three new champions, but Stacey somehow stands tall atop the FFW mountain!

Mark: The next time we have the privilege of joining you on Pay Per View will be May 26th in the Mile High City! It’ll be Conviction! And I’m getting word right now that... no........the main event has been signed!

The two women gave each other a show of respect in the ring as the fans roared for them both.

Mark: After they tried to kill each other earlier tonight, at Conviction, it’ll be Kaitlynn Stryfe one on one with the Queen Machine! And this time......it’s a match I’d hoped we’d never see again! For the love of God, they won’t stop till they make it to the morgue!! Conviction....Kitty vs. Queen....Hardcore War!!

CCM: JESUS CHRIST!!! You’re kidding! Get the bodybags ready, somebody’s leaving Denver in a hearse!

Mark: It’ll be a damn horror movie in Denver!! Chaos Theory will go down as one of the damnedest nights in FFW history! Stacey retains! Pink Inc. are two time tag champions!! And Summer ended the historic reign of the Television Champion!! For CCM, I’m Mark Horton and we thank you for joining us here in Milwaukee!! Good night from Chaos Theory!!

Stacey clutching the FFW Championship to her chest is the last image seen as Chaos Theory fades to the FFW logo and then to black.

The show goes back to Zack.


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« Reply #4 on: June 05, 2014, 01:19:25 pm »

Zack: I hadn’t watched that match in a while, and there’s no doubt that both Scarlett and Stacey left it all in the ring that night. That’s what happens when the women of FFW get the chance to compete for its richest prize. That’s not the time to phone it in. Neither of them did.

Zack touched the screen where Jodie was picture next. A camera comes to life to see Jodie Gray sitting down, smiling at the camera.

Jodie: Last year I had the honor of calling this very show and going over all the highs this company has been on and tonight I have been given another honor in getting to name my own favorite match.

Jodie blinks her eyes before cracking her knuckles.

Jodie: and the match I've chosen is one of my own and that being from Cold Blooded 2013 against Misty Whitmore. Many people proclaimed that was the night that Misty and I made our names known in this very company and it would seem they would be correct. But for me, the reason I picked that match was because it was during a time where I was on my long winning streak and Misty was the first who had lost to me to challenge me again and as you all will see in just a bit, she tested me that night and earned my respect.

Jodie would nod her head as she turned her attention to the big screen.

Jodie: Now here we are, a year later and she's a former TV Champion and I'm the Future Shock Cup Holder and on yet another winning streak and who knows, maybe next year, I'll be someone elses pick for favorite match.

As the camera cuts back to ringside, the fans were feeling the highs from the previous matches and they were ready for more. The camera pans towards the announcing table and showed off AWA head-trainer Liam Alexander sitting besides All Stars Wrestling Academy head-trainer Lyn Dallins. Liam looked at his broadcast partner and shook his hand before turning his attention to the camera.

Liam: We have already seen some great matches here so far and this next contest is going to be no different I feel. This is a rematch between Jodie Gray and Misty Whitmore, a match that your student asked for Lyn. How do you feel about her showing the courage to try and stand up to the seemingly unbeatable Jodie Gray?

Lyn: Gray’s become something unreal in recent months. Unbreakable? Yeah. Unbeatable however? Well we may see. I have all the faith in the world in Misty Whitmore and an attitude to fight one of the bigger bads in the company today? As a teacher, I’m proud.

Liam: As you should be, Lyn... and as a teacher myself, I’m also proud of my student, Jodie. Sure her methods may be frowned upon by many in this company, but one cannot deny her results. *Liam looks at Lyn and smiles at him* And before you ask, yes I just came out and told the world who has been the driving force behind Jodie’s recent rise to the top.

Lyn: ...Say what? You... I’m sorry you were training her all this time?!

Liam: Ever since her loss to Summer, I took Miss. Gray under my wing and as you can see, the results speak for themselves. I have however instructed her to not take this match past what it is expected to be and that is a great match between two future stars in this business.

Lyn: Right. Uh-huh. Well I’ll take your word for it. God knows that perhaps at the very least we’ll see a wallbanging classic and Misty will see her stock rise even more tonight.

Before Liam could respond, the lights dimmed down as a spotlight hit on Cory standing in the ring, a microphone in hand as “Uprising” by Muse starts to play over the PA System.

Cory: Ladies and Gentlemen this is your next contest for the evening and it is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, she stands five feet and one inch tall, and weighed in tonight at one hundred and six pounds... coming to you from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... PLEASE WELCOME, MISTY WHITMORE!

The crowd lets out a roar of applause as the camera pans towards the entrance way looking for Misty but she is nowhere to be found until the screams get louder from the crowd and the camera quickly zooms in on the second story balcony where Misty is standing with fans. A wide grin on her face as they start patting her on the back. Misty slowly makes her way down through the crowd as they continue to cheer for her. When she reaches the barricade she looks at them and smiles as the fans are all on their feet and start chanting out the chorus to her theme.

Crowd: THEY WILL NOT FORCE US! THEY WILL STOP DEGRADING US! THEY WILL NOT CONTROL US, WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS!

Misty: SO COME ON!

Misty leaps over the barricade and lands onto the steel steps and quickly enters the ring and begins to stretch on the ropes.

Liam: What an entrance from Misty, Lyn. This crowd is firmly behind her and I don’t blame them. Misty has the heart of a warrior, the spirit of a champion, and these people love her for that.

Lyn: Ah, the kid does my heart proud like all the people here. I know even when a lot of stuff can go to hell, we’ve got a girl here who won’t give up. At all. However I will not take anything away from the other young woman now making her way out, Liam.

Misty’s eyes went straight to the entrance ramp as the lights began to flicker on and off and Cory brought the microphone back to his lips.

Cory: And her opponent... she stands at five feet and three inches tall, she weighed in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds... coming your way from Charlotte, North Carolina... she is your 2012 Breakout Star of the year and a member of the Power Trip... PLEASE WELCOME, ‘THE QUEEN OF GAMES’ JODIE GRAY!

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN LISTEN UP PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR HERO!”

A new theme blared over the pa system as “Hero” by Darren Hayes hits. The lights stop flickering as Jodie Gray slowly walks out onto the entrance, noticeably absent was Seth Star as well as her ‘new toy’ Tiny. Jodie stood on the ramp and smirked as the camera panned closer to her, showing that she was wearing Joker inspired make-up complete with the ‘grin’ coming off her cheeks. Jodie starts to walk towards the ring, her eyes firmly on Misty Whitmore as the crowd lets her hear it with loud jeers, which she completely ignores.

“It’s too much pressure, I’d only let you down again. (No I’m not open parts, some of me is broken.)”

She finally reaches the ring and as she slides into it, she just smiles at Misty before skipping around her a bit and finally takes her corner as Cory exits the ring.

Liam: It would appear that Jodie is either trying to play mind games with Misty out of the gate, or she’s letting these fans know for damned sure she has no desire to be their hero.

Lyn: ...She’s Jack Napier. So that whole promise thing is going to get pushed to the limit but... This is wrestling I suppose and Whitmore’s a big girl. ...Joker though? Not even deciding to wear a trenchcoat and wrappings like she was Hush?

Liam: Well considering Misty is dressed like Nightwing, I’d say this is going to be a battle of wits here tonight. Let’s just hope there is no ‘death in the family’ when its all said and done.

Melinda Davis checks both ladies for any objects in their attires and when she is happy with it, she moves to the center of the ring and calls for the bell. Jodie rolls her neck before walking towards Misty, who began to walk towards Jodie and when the two met up, Jodie just smiles at her before extending her hand in a sign of sportsmanship. Misty looks at it as the crowd tells her not to do it. Jodie shakes her head at them and just continues to smile at her opponent.

Lyn: ...No tricks right? Somehow I am continuing my suspension of belief as Jodie is... Offering her hand to Misty here... But Wendy Briese she ain’t.

Liam: I don’t know what to take from this, normally Jodie would have jumped the bell and already be doing damage to her opponent. I do believe she’s trying to earn Misty’s trust here.

Misty against her better judgement, shakes Jodie’s hand and when they break... nothing happens. Jodie winks at her before the two start to circle around one another and the crowd can’t believe an attack didn’t happen. Jodie makes the first move as she goes for a grapple but Misty has nothing of it, and moves out of the way and catches Jodie into a side headlock, before bringing her down with a snap of her waist. She continues to cinch in the side headlock on Jodie, before Jodie using her upperbody strength, floats over her and brings Misty to her feet and lands a modified back suplex. Jodie reaches her feet and before she can do anything, Misty sweeps her feet from underneath her! Both ladies have the same idea as they kip up and stare at one another.

Lyn: Misty with a headlock, and Jodie into the back suplex and Misty back now, with the leg sweep before both women stop and... Stare. Now that was a back and forth.

Liam: That was a beautiful opening exchange by both ladies, Lyn and you can see that these two are not going to just sit around and wait to make a move.

Jodie nods her head as she continues to smile at her opponent. Misty shows no signs of being out of her element as she quickly charges at Jodie and goes for a clothesline but Jodie ducks it and when Misty turns back around, she eats a knife edged chop from the gloved hand of Jodie! Misty winces in pain but delivers a chop of her own on the Queen of Games and Jodie almost seems to enjoy it as she shudders a bit and eats another chop from Misty, and another and another and another before Misty has Jodie on the ropes. Misty grabs her and whips her off of them and on the rebound she connects with a picture perfect dropkick right underneath Jodie’s jaw.

Liam: and Misty has taken control of this match with those series of chops and finished it off with that dropkick and Jodie’s smile is gone.

Lyn: Quick as a hiccup, and the... Did Jodie just smile at being chopped in the chest? Smile’s gone now, you’re right but... Well, to each her own.

Misty stays on the advantage as she picks Jodie up and locks her into a rear waist lock and looks to hit a German Suplex, but Jodie blocks it by locking her leg inside Misty’s. Misty lets the hold go for a brief second and slams her forearm into Jodie’s back to make her release her leg and when Jodie does, Misty quickly latches on and bends backwards going for the German, releasing it in mid air, which allows Jodie to flip and land on her feet onto the apron and when Misty turns around, Jodie lands a rather stiff looking forearm into Misty’s jaw and as she staggers backwards, Jodie springboards off the ropes and connects with an overcast neckbreaker and goes for the first pinfall of the match.

One

Two

Nope, Misty kicks out and Jodie doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. She just shrugs her shoulders as she lifts Misty up and knocks her down with a European uppercut.

Lyn: Back and forth between both women and that’s a textbook European uppercut by Jodie. Misty does indeed have her speed but with Jodie being the stronger between the two even with similar physical statures, she can use a LOT of power here, Liam. Going to guess that’s your training at work?

Liam: That would correct, Lyn. As much as I respect and admire your student, Misty, inside that ring the only thing I want is for my student to win and thus I train them in the areas I know they can succeed at against any given opponent. and it just so happens that Jodie has a power advantage over the much faster Misty, so that’s where my game plan was spent on, power moves and keeping Misty grounded at all all times.

Misty runs a hand over her jaw as she reaches her feet and the two stare daggers into one another and Jodie mouths to her about being that close to victory. Misty ignores her as the two lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow and Jodie uses her power to her advantage as she pushes Misty into the far corner and Melinda starts to count Jodie, forcing her to break the hold and when she does, nothing happens.. no sneak attack while Melinda was in between them and Jodie nods her head at Misty and her smile is back. Misty tilts her head to the side in confusion as she walks out of the corner and she catches Jodie off guard with another knife edged chop and this time there was no smile as Jodie screamed out a bit and Misty kept at it, this time unloading a stiff leg kick into Jodie’s inner thigh and finishes it off with a sickening roundhouse to her head that sounds like a damned shotgun going off in the arena.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH

Lyn: Misty going into a very fast flurry of blows here, and although Misty is very at home in the air she’s trained to use her speed in other, more unpredictable manners such as that... Unpleasantly pleasant looking roundhouse kick to noggin of the Queen of Games as both women look to put on a clinic so far... Jodie keeping her word apparently on tricks though mind games still going.

Liam: You have trained her well, Lyn, like I knew you would. You know I have the utmost respect for you and your school and its an honor to not only be calling this match with you but to be watching two of our best and brightest going at it. Both of these ladies have something to prove here tonight and right now Misty has the advantage after that roundhouse kick that landed flush to the side of Jodie’s head.

Lyn: Eh, I can’t take all the credit here. Sabra’s given her a wealth of knowledge among many others.

Jodie quickly crawls towards the ropes as she clutches her head and as Misty walks towards her, Melinda gets in between them letting Misty know to at least let Jodie reach her feet. Misty cracks her knuckles as Jodie slowly reaches her feet and claps for her. Misty sighs a bit, not understanding what Jodie’s game is as she rushes towards her and goes for a hip toss, but Jodie lands on her feet and she attempts her own hip toss, to the same effect. This back and forth hip toss affair continues until Misty hip tosses Jodie over the ropes and Jodie lands on her feet and chuckles to herself, pointing to her head and when she turns around, she eats Misty’s feet courtesy of a baseball slide! The fans come alive as they see Misty leap onto the top turnbuckle and adjusts herself accordingly before leaping off of it and catching Jodie with a plancha that sends both crashing into the barricade!

Crowd: That was awesome!

Liam: And there is that air game from Misty at play. Jodie took her eyes off her just one second and we all saw what happened because of it! Cockyness like that will always bite you in the end and Misty has found the key to taking the control away from the Queen of Games!

Lyn: Jodie Gray however, still with the mind games. Honestly if I was in my much younger years, I’d be applauding the Queen of Games for all these little twists and turns.

Liam: I might not be ‘old’ but I’d have been doing the same. I believe that’s where she’s learned this style from is me and you. She’s a student of the business much like Misty is.

Misty is the first to her feet as she looks at the crowd who were still on their feet, applauding her. She smiles at them and lifts Jodie up and looks to take her back into the ring, but Jodie would have none of it as she quickly slams Misty’s back into the barricade and begins to unload with a series of lefts and rights. A look of pure anger in her eyes, no more smiles... it was game on from here on out for her. Jodie let out a scream of pure rage as she lifted Misty up and slammed her stomach first onto the barricade and with the girl’s body draped halfway over it, Jodie snarls and slams her forearm into her back before she looks at Lyn and Liam and walks up the steps and she points at Lyn.

Jodie: Watch this old man!

Lyn: ...Old man?

Jodie makes her way to where Misty’s body was still over the barricade and in an almost mocking fashion she does an arm raise before yelling out ‘so come on!’ as she turns her back, springboards off the ropes and lands a 180 moonsault right onto Misty’s body! Misty makes no noise as her body slides off the barricade and Jodie rolls into the fans side of the barricade. She clutches her ribs as she lets out a dark chuckle, almost pleased with her work.

Lyn: ...Cute. Very cute. Ladies and gentlemen for those tuning in or wondering, Jodie Gray just hit Misty Whitmore with one of her own moves, the springboard 180 moonsault and Whitmore is... Not in a good way right now.

Liam: This was what I was worried about, Lyn. Jodie has issues to say the least and we are seeing them first hand right now. Misty made her look foolish and now she’s seeing red. Misty has not moved since that 180 moonsault and Jodie is licking her lips, looking for another chance to do some damage.

Jodie looks over the barricade at Misty and chuckles to herself as she lifts her up, dangling her body over the barricade and Misty strikes! Hitting an open palmed strike right into the Queen of Games’ face! The crowd comes alive as Misty leaps to her feet, albeit a bit slower than normal as she clutches her back and slams Jodie’s body into the barricade and as if a sense of good for the goose, good for the gander, Misty slams her forearm into Jodie’s back and leaves her dangling over it. Misty walks towards the steel steps and she looks at Liam and smiles a bit.

Misty: She deserves this...

Liam: By all means, it’s just a match, kid.

Misty nods her head as she looks at the crowd and climbs to the top rope and the crowd get to their feet, she looks down at Jodie who had still not moved and she does a small cross motion against her heart.

Misty: SO COME ON!!!!

With a leap of faith, Misty takes off and rotates her body a full 360 degrees before planting her feet firmly into Jodie’s back, hitting Star Power! Jodie’s body convulses and arches as she flips off the barricade and the fans catch the falling Misty and gently place her back on solid ground.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!

Liam: She’s dead... by God, Misty has just killed Jodie Gray!

Lyn: Didn’t know Misty could smolder and punish like that... Whitmore does a literal spin on Jodie Gray’s double foot stomp. They’re going to both be stretchered out at this rate.

Jodie was still not moving as Misty gets over the barricade and using her strength, she lifts Jodie to her feet and tosses her back into the ring. Misty rolls into it as well and quickly goes for the pin fall.

Crowd: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! NOOOOO!!!!

Jodie kicks out at the last possible second and Misty nor the crowd can believe it! Jodie spits up blood as she rolls towards a corner and Misty just stares at her, wondering what is it going to take to put her down. Jodie chuckles a bit but coughs up some blood in the process and when she slowly reaches her feet, she motions for Misty to come get her some, showing her own heart and desire to not be beaten.

Lyn: Gray’s laughing with her blood staining her teeth and yet she’s ready and raring to go for more, even after all of that.

Liam: Never say Jodie is a push-over after this. The same for Misty, these two ladies are giving it their all and they both keep asking for more!

Misty rushes towards Jodie and when she reaches her, Jodie strikes with a roaring elbow that came from out of nowhere! Blood erupts from Misty’s mouth as she does a summersault from the momentum of the blow meeting her own speed and when Misty’s body hit the mat with a thud, Jodie drags her body to the center of the ring and she attempts a pin.

One

two...

thre... Not yet! Misty kicks out and the crowd comes alive and Jodie is beside herself and as Misty raises her head, blood dripping from lip, Jodie flips her onto her back and mounts her, slamming her elbow into Misty’s neck before grabbing her by the hair and screaming into her ear and viciously, rams her elbow right across the bridge of Misty’s nose, and blood begins to pour from it before Jodie slams her face into the mat and Melinda screams at her to back off. Jodie does as she is asked and looks out at the crowd.

Jodie: THERE’S YOUR HERO! BUSTED, BROKEN!!!

The crowd instead of booing, start cheering loudly, much to Jodie’s confusion and when she turns around, she is greeted to a very angry Misty Whitmore, blood flowing from her nose and lip, Misty snatches Jodie by her hair and when Jodie starts screaming, Misty shows no mercy as she hits a flash back neckbreaker and then quickly mounts the Queen of Games and starts landing her own blows, that come unanswered and Misty doesn’t stop until she sees blood flowing from Jodie’s nose as well. Running a hand across her own blood, Misty gets off Jodie and lets out a primal roar that gets the crowd pumped.

Lyn: By the sword of the Lord, The Queen of Games looked like she saw a ghost and now both women are beginning to get themselves and... Well, parts of the mat covered in blood. The concept of wrestling has been thrown out the window!

Liam: Both ladies are wearing the crimson mask and I do believe that for the first time, we are seeing a different side to Misty Whitmore and I must say, I’m liking it. Jodie has just awoken the monster inside Misty and she’s paying for it. We were promised a clinic and right now neither lady is disappointing us or the fans.

Lyn: ...I’m to say the very least, conflicted...

Misty looks down at Jodie and as she wipes more blood from her face, she picks her up and looks for a piledriver, but Jodie will not be denied and she counters it with a back body drop. Jodie drops to one knee as she looks at Misty, who is slow to reach a knee of her own, both ladies are within striking distance of each other and thus the war of blows begins. Both ladies landing lefts, then rights, lefts, then rights and as they reach their feet, they are still exchanging blows as the crowd are now all on their feet as well, willing them both on. Jodie hits a left to a chorus of boos and when Misty answers back with her own, they let out a roar of approval. Misty finally gets the advantage with two unanswered blows but they are short lived as Jodie drives her knee into Misty’s side and with a quick burst, she locks on the Hand of God!

Liam: Hand of God! Jodie’s got that claw latched on tight!

Lyn: That horrific maneuver is cinched in! Think quick Misty! THINK QUICK!

Misty as if hearing her trainer and father figure, does indeed think quick, as she can be seen closing her eyes before landing a knee into the side of Jodie’s already brusied and possibly broken ribs and it’s enough to break the hold! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Misty backs up ever so slightly and Jodie does the same. Jodie can’t believe it and without so much as thinking about it, she launches herself for her cannon drill and in mid rotation she eats a SUPERKICK FROM MISTY RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF HER JAW! Jodie lands on the mat with a rather loud thud and Misty drops down beside her, inches away from a pin attempt.

Liam: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WITNESS! SHE JUST KNOCKED JODIE OUT COLD, LYN! COME ON KID, YOU CAN DO IT! CRAWL, MISTY, CRAWL!

Lyn: ...I... A Cannon Drill hitting the same time as a superkick?! In all my years.... ....MOVE WHITMORE! MOVE! JUST A FEW INCHES!

Misty starts to come too as she sees Jodie has not moved, she begins to crawl towards her as the crowd begin to get ready to count with Melinda, a few fans even leaning over the barricade as every last one of them begin to will on their hero to make those last few inches of space up. Finally she draps an arm over Jodie and as Melinda slides to make the count they come alive...

CROWD: ONE!!!!!

Liam: SHE’S GOING TO DO IT, LYN, BY GOD THE KID HAS DONE IT!!!

Crowd: TWO!!!!

Lyn: This... THIS is what wrestling dreams are made of!

Before the crowd or Melinda can count three, the bell rings and Melinda looks up in confusion as does Misty... she looks at Cory who brings a microphone to his lips.

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen, the thirty minutes have expired, therefor this match has been declared a draw!

At first the crowd was booing at this announcement as Misty looks on in complete and total shock. She gets off of Jodie who was finally starting to come to, but it was obvious that she wasn’t all there as she looks up at Misty and using the ropes, she brings herself to her feet, breathing heavily as Misty turns around and looks at her.

Lyn: A draw. A time limit draw... After a brutal match almost befitting the Ultraviolence division sans weapons... One long streak nearly came to an end, and... Both Misty and Jodie are staring at other, sucking in air and their own blood.

Liam: Look at them, Lyn, there are tears in both ladies eyes as they continue to stare at one another and this crowd... their boos are becoming cheers and are they chanting what I think they are chanting?!

Crowd: THANK YOU, MISTY! JODIE GRAY! THANK YOU, MISTY! JODIE GRAY!

Jodie looks at the crowd and just chuckles to herself before she slowly walks towards Misty and smiles at her with blood stained tears streaming down her face. She nods her head at her and raises her arm in victory and motions to the crowd to make some noise. Misty looks at Jodie with shock at this almost expecting something to happen and it never does, instead Jodie leans towards Misty and gives her a hug before whispering something in her ear and slides out the ring, clapping for Misty. Misty stands alone in the middle of the ring, blood covering her face and she just stares out into the crowd.

Crowd: YOU JUST STOLE IT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP* YOU JUST STOLE IT!

Liam: These fans are letting both ladies know that they just stole the show, Lyn and I have to agree with them. I don’t know about you, but I’m so damned proud of both of these ladies and the heart they showed here tonight... but more importantly than that, she may not have beat Jodie, but Misty Whitmore proved she has what it takes to be here! *Liam stands up from his seat and starts to clap for Misty and points at her and smiles*

Lyn: ...

Lyn stands up and puts his hands over his mouth to yell out to his student in the middle of the ring.

Lyn: YOU JUST GRADUATED, KID!

Misty starts crying upon hearing that from Lyn and as she basks into the admiration from the fans, Liam, and Lyn, she looks at Jodie, who was now on the ramp, still clapping for her as well. Misty drops to her knees in disbelief as the tears are now truly coming down from her eyes.

Crowd: YOU JUST STOLE IT!

The final image that could be seen before the camera fades to backstage is of both Liam and Lyn walking towards the ring still clapping for Misty before helping her to her feet and both men raising an arm of hers as she just looks at them both, the tears and blood still flowing.

From there, we cut back to Zack in the studio as Jodie’s picture disappears.


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« Reply #5 on: June 05, 2014, 01:20:49 pm »

Zack: Jodie picking her time limit draw with Misty as her favorite match throughout all four years of FFW. I hadn’t forgotten this match, and it’s not surprising that this match means so much to Jodie. I remember she talked about it for months.

Zack reaches towards the screen and taps Misty’s pictures. The camera comes on and we see Misty Whitmore sitting on a chair in front of the camera wearing jeans and a “Pure Adrenaline” T-shirt.

Misty: Happy Anniversary FFW. Four years strong, it’s crazy isn’t it? Two years ago I was thinking about maybe wrestling and now look, former TV champ and everything. It’s nuts how time flies. Happy to say I’m here still, and I wish FFW many more awesome years.

The young wrestler runs a hand through her hair with an ear to ear grin.

Misty: So I’m here to talk about one of my favorite matches. Yeah...like that’s easy for me. I could go with almost any of the FFW championship matches this year, the Chamber for the Defiance title, heck Kelly and I have put on some incredible matches ourselves too. It’s hard to choose, no...near impossible to choose. So I’ll go with one of the first matches I saw live in FFW, in fact it was the same night Nic debuted. Caroline vs Eileen, Unstoppable 3 back in July 2012. At the time I hadn’t even moved to Florida, I didn’t know Caroline or Eileen. But the match I saw between two friends and enemies was awe inspiring. Was it what convinced me to take the trip to Tampa and train under Lyn? Can’t say for sure. But I still remember sitting on the edge of my seat, the intensity between them both from the very start was palpable. The determination between both of them, knowing how the other worked and having to pull out all the stops...it was absolutely unforgettable.

Misty smirked her smile lighting up the room practically.

Misty: The day Kate and I have to face off I hope we tear the roof off like C and Eileen did. And to think they’re back to being tag partners now after that is nuts. It was an amazing match, one I’ll remember forever. Happy Anniversary FFW!

The blonde blows the camera a kiss as we cut out.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has NO TIME LIMIT!!!!!

Mark: And this one’s going to be epic. Friends turned enemies and they’re going to war tonight!

Leo: It’s sure to be an aggressive match Mark, but unfortunately these things happen. Especially when those two friends are on two different sides of a growing conflict.

”Woke up this morning... Got yourself a gun... Got yourself a gun!”

The chorus of boos erupt through the arena as the lights go off and “Got Yourself A Gun” by Nas plays. As a single crimson spotlight appears through the entrance way, the silhouette of Killer C can be seen. As the lights return to normal, Caroline is seen standing at the entrance with a mock sniper rifle on her shoulders, a red bandana over her mouth and a bulletproof vest over her ring gear. As the arena continues to boo, she looks around coolly before putting down the faux rifle. She then takes off the bulletproof vest and bandana, leaving it all bundled at the entrance way.

“I got mine I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)
You from the hood I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)”

Killer C completely ignores the arms of the fans sticking out as she puts in her mouth-guard and walks down to the ring before sliding in under the third rope. Looking around she hops up on the second turnbuckle and raises her fist, her expression still stern and apathetic. Killer C immediately hops off the turnbuckle and turns around to stare at the opposite corner, ready.

Mark: Caroline has said that she will show no mercy to her once friend Eileen here tonight, though honestly Im not sure anyone doubted that coming in.

Leo: Least of all me. I’m sure Eileen will handle everything Caroline will throw at her and then some.

The lights in the entire arena begin to flash and swirl around in vibrant, different shades of blue, white and silver – the piano notes clearly heard as “STRENGTH” by Abingdon Boys School begins to play in the PA system. The crowd seems to get into the mood, a few people beginning to nod their heads to the tune as a figure begins to come up from the stage slowly, her right foot tapping the steel to the beat of the song while nodding her head before the young Tsunami turns around to face the cameras with a large smile on her lips, her right arm shooting up in the air with the V for victory sign on her hand as a set of blue and white pyros go off behind her.

Eileen Amaro stands there for a second longer before starting to come down the ramp, nodding her head to the chorus and exchanging high-fives with fans at large on both sides of the barricade before breaking on a sprint down the remainder of space between the floor and the ring, jumping on the middle steel step and then grabbing on to the top rope before using her momentum to land on the top rope facing the crowd. With a big grin on her face, Eileen brings her right fist back and punches the air above, holding the pose in to the roar of the crowd before jumping to the center of the ring where she throws her trench coat aside to one of the stage hands and begins to shadow box in the ring, waiting for the start of the bout.

Mark: Eileen Amaro, despite being one of the most promising talents of FFW, has had a rolelr coaster ride in the company. This could be a career-defining night against her friend on the biggest show of the year however.

Leo: Both women need this victory. Whether it’s to further a path to championship contention or put themselves back on it is another story. However I think titles are the least of both their worries tonight.

The ref calls for the bell and both wrestlers circle each other, a little hesitant at first it seems. Finally, the two lock up. Neither gets an advantage at first...but slowly Caroline pushes Eileen back into the corner. The ref calls for the break and both wrestlers lift their arms in the air...but C shoves the referee out of the way and delivers a knife edge chop into Eileen’s chest. And then another, and another and another. Each one echoes throughout the arena before Caroline shouts in Eileen’s face and smashes her with a right hook right into the cheek.

Mark: You can see the personal animosity on display from the get-go here, Leo! Those chops lit the Tsunami up!

Leo: Really wasn’t that impressive, but Killer C has a slight lead early on. I guess.

Caroline climbs up on the turnbuckle now and starts firing more fists into Eileen’s head...1..2...3..4..5.6...7...8..9...TEN! The crowd chants with each shot before Caroline jumps down. Eileen stumbles out of the corner into her opponent’s arms and Dallins picks her up before delivering a Samoan Drop right on Amaro’s back. Caroline turns around and puts Eileen on her side immediately before driving her knee into the woman’s back and bow and arrowing her entire body. Eileen screams in pain but refuses to quit.

Mark: She’s trying to rip Eileen in half, targeting the back in the early going here!

Leo: Textbook Samoan Drop, followed by a textbook Bow and Arrow hold.

Eventually, Caroline breaks the hold, realizing it’s just too early for a submission, but she places a few nasty kicks into Amaro’s back for good measure. Caroline then grabs the Tsunami’s hair and lifts her back to her feet. Killer C transitions into an Irish whip where she goes for a roundhouse kick on the rebound...but Eileen baseball slides under it and jumps back to her feet in time to catch Caroline in a German suplex which she bridges into a pin!

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Mark: Fairly easy kick out by Dallins, but a nice counter to get back in this one from Amaro.

Leo: Very quick thinking on the part of ‘The Tsunami’. She chained those moves easily.

Both wrestlers push themselves to a vertical base again, this time with Eileen getting up first. She grabs Caroline by the head and locks her in front face lock before hooking her leg. She goes for the fisherman suplex...but Caroline counters and wriggles out, landing on her feet behind Amaro. C picks Eileen up and goes for a spin out powerbomb...but Amaro counters into a falling snapmare, flipping Caroline over her and towards the turnbuckle nearby. Both wrestlers get to their feet, a sneer present on Dallins’ face.

Mark: These two are clearly evenly matched and it’s almost like one know what the other is thinking before they do it!

Leo: For those not aware, Eileen Amaro and Caroline Dallins trained together for years under the tutelage of the original ‘Tsunami’, Jeff Fury.

Caroline runs at Eileen, going for a clothesline, but Amaro ducks underneath it and runs at the turnbuckle, springboarding off of it into a crossbody splash...but Caroline rolls over and counters into a pin of her own! The ref gets down to count.

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Thr-NO!

Eileen kicks out and kips up as Caroline pushes herself up. The second Killer C is vertical she gets planted with a nasty superkick right to the jaw. She falls like a sack of potatoes to the mat, barely stirring after the flush shot.

Mark: Eileen almost got bit on that one, but she recovered nicely and it might be time to go for another cover!

Leo: Now THAT was a superkick! Amaro’s got a few tricks that even years of training together won’t prepare Dallins for.

Eileen doesn’t go for the cover though, instead grabbing Caroline by the legs and flipping her over into a Texas Cloverleaf submission. Caroline suddenly comes to life as pain shoots through her back and legs. Eileen sits down on the hold and Caroline is clawing, literally, at the ring mat, desperately trying to escape but not quite figuring out how. She shouts loud enough that we can hear her say “Go fuck yourself!” to the ref when he asks her if she wants to quit, but she refuses to die. Eileen still seems determined, pulling back hard on the legs. Still no quit from Caroline. After almost a minute in the hold, Caroline twists her body well enough that she can JUST reach out and grab the bottom rope with her left hand. The ref tells Eileen to break the hold, and she does so after a four count.

Mark: I thought that might end it, but either way, Caroline has to be in serious pain after being in that hold for so long!

Leo: At the very least, as we’ve seen in her matches Killer C has a large threshold for pain Both women are going to have to pull out all the stops to put the other down.

Eileen drags Caroline by the legs out to the center of the ring before she tries reapplying the cloverleaf...only for Caroline to lean forward and catch her head with a fist. Eileen stumbles back and Caroline gets to her feet. Amaro charges at her, trying to keep the advantage, but Killer C nails picture perfect arm drag before turning it into a cross armbreaker! Caroline pulls back hard on the Tsunami’s arm, trying to rip it out as the red asks her if she wants to quit.

Mark: And now the tables have turned as Caroline is wearing down Amaro with a submission!

Leo: It *is* what she is best at... Let’s hope The Tsunami can figure out a way to... Well look at that!

Eileen manages to scramble her feet and hook the nearest bottom rope with her foot after about thirty seconds or so in the hold...still long enough to do a lot of damage. Caroline breaks after a four count and stomps on Eileen’s shoulder before Amaro can stand up...then she does it again...then she jumps up and double stomps on it, yelling something we can’t understand at her former friend in the meantime. Caroline reaches down and grabs Eileen by the hair, lifting her up to a standing position again before putting her on her shoulders. She gets Amaro in an Oklahoma slam style hold...but chooses to slam her down with a shoulderbreaker against her knee to keep up the focused pressure on the body part.

Mark: She’s looking to dislocate that shoulder, Leo, and if she does it’ll be damn near impossible for Eileen to hit the Wipe-Out!

Leo: Smart thinking on the part of Killer C. That’s really only something that someone with intimate knowledge of Eileen’s wrestling strategy would think to do, but... I hope Caroline has not forgotten that it works both ways.

Caroline stalks her prey, placing more boots in the shoulder area before lifting her up again. Killer C then Irish whips Eileen at the turnbuckle. Amaro crashes back first and Dallins charges at her, leaping into the air for a stinger splash...but Eileen dodges out of the way and Caroline’s head instead smashes right into the ring post. Her body seemingly goes limp before she tumbles out of the ring and onto the floor. Meanwhile, Eileen pushes herself back to her feet in the ring.

Mark: That splash attempt backfired and Caroline’s in no man’s land. Eileen gets a breather and big chance to turn this thing in her favor here!

Leo: The Power Trip member attempted to try something new, and the much faster member of the Mackenzie Mafia had it scouted.

Eileen notices the situation and smiles briefly before going to the turnbuckle and climbing it. Caroline lies back first on the floor outside as Eileen raises her arms to the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle into a freaking Phoenix splash all the way to the outside floor...and it lands flush! Caroline grips her stomach and her eyes roll into the back of her head as Eileen rolls over and pulls herself up by the ring apron. The crowd is going bananas as Eileen walks over and lifts Caroline up by the head.

Mark: BAH GAWD, WHAT A MOVE! Eileen just hit jackpot with that one and Caroline may be on borrowed time here!

Leo: It’s all over but the crying at this point. Looks like The Tsunami is about to turn this into a ‘wash out’. I’d feign surprise but it’s unnecessary.

Eileen puts Caroline in a front face lock and then signals to the crowd...but Caroline finds some life within her and charges forward, slamming Eileen’s back and shoulder into the ring apron. Eileen breaks the hold, but C is too weak still to capitalize, simply rolling off to the side of her and holding herself up by the ring apron as well. Eileen shakes the cobwebs off and goes back after Caroline, but Dallins jumps out with a forearm strike and then power whips Eileen past her and right into the ring steps...SHOULDER FIRST! The smack of flesh against steel echoes and the crowd goes “ OOOOHHHH”.

Mark: Damn it, Caroline is weak, but she’s using the outside area to her advantage here to keep herself in this.

Leo: Though I hate to admit it, Caroline has extremely impressive ring awareness. She’s still on borrowed time however, with a very resilient Eileen Amaro as we’ve seen in the past.

Caroline notices the ref has counted to seven and she wastes no time picking Eileen up and tossing her back into the ring before sliding in behind her. Caroline pulls herself up by the ropes and Eileen manages to get on all fours, but both wrestlers look worse for wear by this point. Caroline struggles to walk forward after letting go of the ropes, but she manages as she grabs Amaro by the head and lifts her up into a Gory special, before twisting her arm around Eileen’s...she holds it for a few moments smiling wide until letting go and turning it into a modified Complete Shot!!!! Amaro hits the mat face first Caroline falls over her, hooking the leg.

Mark: IN COLD BLOOD! And this may have been the perfect time to pull that out on an unsuspecting Tsunami!

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WHAT NO? WTFPANCAKES!!!11!!

Leo: HAH! TAKE THAT BITCH! ...Ehem, Eileen kicks out with a powerful will to survive, a will to act!

Caroline looks absolutely shocked and she grabs the ref by the shirt, briefly losing her composure before letting go and regaining her cool. She turns back to Eileen and lifts her up before planting her with a DDT and then immediately repositioning herself to lock in the Figure Four Neck Lock on her the Mafia member. Eileen fights it but it’s clear the hold is taking a lot out of here. Still...she’s not tapping.

Mark: NEWS AT 11!!! And after everything these women have been through, this HAS to be it.

Leo: ...Doubtful.

Eileen struggles, but can’t quite get anywhere, Caroline grits her teeth, tightening the hold. Finally, the Tsunami lifts her hand in the air, seeming like she’s going to tap....but Eileen turns the hand into a fist instead! The crowd goes nuts as Eileen pushes back, dragging Caroline with her so she can hook her leg on the bottom rope once more. Caroline holds it for a four count before breaking but she is clearly livid, her eyes wide with fury at the Tsunami!

Mark: JESUS CHRIST! What’s it going to take to put the Tsunami down?

Leo: Nothing short of a miracle at this point Mark.

Eileen is on all fours, not quite able to get back to her feet. Caroline shakes her head at her, shouting “It’s over! Don’t you get it? Stay down! Give up! You can’t win!” Eileen pays no heed still trying to get to a vertical base. Caroline grabs her by the head and lifts her up...and then Amaro forearms her in the stomach! And then again...and again..and again and Caroline stumbles back. Eileen gets to her feet and charges at Killer C before landing flush with a Spear!!! Eileen rains fists down on her enemy, clearly getting her second wind in this thing. She gets off of Caroline as the ref admonishes her and the fans are fired up!

Mark: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with more heart than Eileen Amaro here tonight!

Leo: When it comes to heart and that fiery passion to keep fighting, very few stack up to ‘The Tsunami’.

Caroline gets on her knees, looking up at Eileen before Amaro throws a kick into her chest, and again, and then rapid fires them one after the other until finally finishing it off with a Buzzsaw kick. Caroline gets back to the mat but immediately rolls to the ropes to pull herself up. Eileen stalks Killer C and as soon as Caroline is vertical, she charges at her from behind, turning her around and locking in a full nelson before running out and going for a bulldog!

Mark: WIPE-OUT! Wait, no!

Caroline manages to slip out at the last second as Eileen’s grip breaks, likely due to the shoulder attacks earlier. Amaro lands on her ass and Caroline recovers backing up after the escape.

Leo: Almost had her, but unfortunately The Tsunami’s shoulders have really gotten torn up in this match.

C runs at Eileen and delivers a nasty kick right to her back, stunning her long enough to grab her by the hair, lift her to her feet and then deliver a lungblower that nearly cracks the Tsunami in half! Caroline smiles as she goes for the cover and hooks the leg again.

Mark: Taking a page out of another rival’s book in Cara Stone but will it have the magic touch!?

Leo: ...Well that’s just fucked up.

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…..

Nope.

Mark: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!

Eileen kicks out at the last second and Caroline is tugging at her hair now, staring in complete shock at her friend and rival. She shakes her head unbelieving as she stands back up, meanwhile Eileen Amaro is crawling on the mat.

Caroline grabs Eileen by the head and slaps her before lifting her up to her feet. She tries to scoop her up, but Eileen suddenly comes to life and wriggles out before sliding down C’s back into a sunset flip!

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Mark: She almost caught her with that surprise and Eileen somehow still has life left in her!

Leo: But the surprise wasn’t enough! Can she capitalize on the momentum shift though?

Both wrestlers back to their feet again quickly and Caroline runs Amaro, going for a superkick of her own, but Eileen dodges and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Killer C ducks that. Suddenly, Caroline grabs Eileen and lifts her up again into a Gory Special, trying to hook her arm for a second IN COLD BLOOD...but Eileen wriggles free and lands beside Caroline, managing to lock in a full nelson before jumping out and hitting the bulldog this time!!!!

Mark: WIPE-OUT!!! WIPE-OUT!!!!!!

Eileen hooks the leg and lays her back over her Dallins.

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Leo: THE TSUNAMI WINS! THE TSUNAMI WINS! SHE TOOK EVERYTHING CAROLINE HAD, AND STILL KEPT GOING! The Mackenzie Mafia suddenly looks a WHOLE lot stronger and much more prepared, Mark.

Mark: Eileen Amaro dug deep and showed us all something here tonight, even if she hadn’t pulled it out, it would have been something...but this was an incredible performance by both women, love them or hate them and maybe career-defining for Eileen!

As “Strength” plays over the PA, Eileen raises her arms in the air and the fans go berserk. Caroline quietly rolls out of the ring and stalks to the back, and as she walks up the ramp, she looks up at the elated Eileen basking in her victory in the ring.

The video fades back to Zack, who has an approving smile on his face.


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Re: FFW Reloaded: 4 Years Strong

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Zack: Misty picked an outstanding match, to say the least. That was when Caroline and Eileen were pretty far apart in their thinking, long before they formed the rather formidable team we all know as E2C! Our last pick comes from Wendy Briese. And this won’t be the only time someone picked a match involving Caroline Stark, as you are about to see.

From there, he touches the final picture on the screen as we cut to Wendy.

Wendy: There's been some great trilogies in FFW history, but I don't think any can compare with the three matches that Caroline Stark and Tara Thunder had in the No Surrender division. They were brutal, painful, and showed that technical wrestling wasn't for the weak. Caroline Dallins was injured in their second contest, then came back to fight through months of rehab to return, and in one single night earned a shot at Tara at Sin and Sacrifice 2013. And that set up the one time those two ever met for the No Surrender Championship, and it was a magical night in Indianapolis.

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.

The video cuts back to Zack as the Reloaded logo appears on the screen.

Zack: Another excellent choice. I gotta tell you I have been spellbound sitting here watching these matches over again, just like I had never seen them before. They all stand the test of time, they all have created indelible memories in FFW history. Tonight, we commemorate the last four years of FFW. And I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see what’s coming up in year five. Thank you for watching tonight, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

As the image fades out, we see the FFW logo flash across the screen before Reloaded fades off the air.


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