FFW Unstoppable 5 - July 26, 2014

[Adam Grant]

All Artwork Courtesy of Rod.

Femme Fatale Wrestling
Presents
A Shooting Star Production
FFW Unstoppable 5
Live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California!
July 26, 2014

The FFW logo flashes across the screen before we see an open road heading towards the city as a vehicle is speeding towards the skyline in the distance. “Coming Home” by Diddy is heard playing. It passes under a series of signs, and as it does the first one, it shows the following.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday

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Kitty had managed to get back to her feet, still favoring her knee a bit as she stood perched behind Amy. Tiffany pointed behind her, telling Amy to turn around. The Killer Blond finally did, with Kitty nailing a low blow before taking a few steps back!

Mark: She’s setting up for the Last Kiss, I’ve seen this before!!

And as Amy turned, Kitty hit a handspring, going for a Frankensteiner. Amy managed to avoid the contact as Kitty landed on her feet, crying in pain with the impact and damage done to her leg already. Kitty turned to face Amy, whom grabbed her by the neck, raising her up and nailing a double choke Rydeen bomb!!

Erica: What the fuck do you call that?!

Mark: IT’S A RYDEEN BOMB!! I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I’VE SEEN ONE!! KITTY GOT PLANTED!! AMY CALLS THAT THE PERFECT 10!!

Erica: I think she’s about to be called something else!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!

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

The fans booed uproariously as Tiffany got to her feet, calling for the bell. The look on her face showed how little she wanted to do it, but took the title from the timekeeper and handed it to Amy.

Ben: The winner of this match....AND NEW FFW CHAMPION.....’THE KILLER BLONDE’ AMY!!!

Mark: You want to talk about a match of the year candidate, here it is!! Amy did it! Love her or not, you know as well as I do that Amy got the job done! Call her the Killer Blonde, but you also have to call her the champion tonight!!

Amy clutched the title against her for a moment, raising it above her head as Samantha Star made her way towards the ring, applauding as she slid into the ring, hugging Amy tightly and holding the title above their heads.

Erica: The mistake earlier in the match apparently only delayed the inevitable! Amy’s packing the top title in FFW! And if her Legendary title run is any indication, this could be a long ride!

Mark: My hats off to Kitty, she put on a helluva fight! But it was Amy’s night to shine! The Killer Blonde is on top of the mountain! What a match, what a night!! New champions crowned, and the fallout begins at Velocity! FFW came to Pay Per View, and it was damn sure...UNSTOPPABLE!!

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The second sign is passed as the cityscape is getting closer.

I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming

~ ~ ~

Kitty rolled into the cover, hooking both of the champion’s legs as she laid across her body. Stringer dropped for the count!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stringer jumped to her feet, immediately calling for the bell! Kitty looked up, waiting to hear it ring this time and did so as the referee raised Kitty’s hand in victory!!

Mark: BY GOD, SHE DID IT!! KAITLYNN STRYFE....JUST DID THE IMPOSSIBLE!!

Erica: SHE LOST HER CHANCE TO DO IT BAMG ON A YEAR AGO, AND LET NO ONE TELL HER SHE DID NOT GO THROUGH HELL IN THE LAST BIT OF THAT MATCH!!

The Chamber door was opened as the timekeeper handed the title up to the referee, whom awarded it to Kitty.

Ben: The winner of this match....AND NEW FFW CHAMPION....KAITLYNN STRYFE!!!!!!

Mark: And now.....THE SERIES IS TIED 1-1!! KITTY AVENGED HER LOSS OVER A YEAR AGO, AND I THINK I SPEAK FOR THE ENTIRE FANBASE OF FFW WHEN I SAY...I WANT TO SEE THE REMATCH!

Erica: OH HELL YES!! LET THEM BREAK THE TIE, AND THE SOONER THE BETTER!!!

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen, we are dangerously low on time here! Kaitlynn Stryfe is the new Queen of the Mountain! And for my money, I’ve never seen a show like this one before!! This show.....it was an epic!

Erica: This will not be the last of these two, or anyone that was in this match!

Mark: The Elimination Chamber left us with more questions than answers, but the richest prize in FFW now belongs to that woman right there! For my beautiful wife, Erica and the rest of the FFW broadcast team, we thank you for joining us! Tonight, as far as I’m concerned, FFW proved exactly why it is......UNSTOPPABLE!!

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The interstate sign shows the next video as the car is almost there.

I'm back where I belong
Yeah I never felt so strong
I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try

~ ~ ~

As Emma popped up to her feet, she made a dash towards Shane for the cover. But the shout of her name caused her to turn around, as Scarlett slid back into the ring and caught her with a kick to the gut! Hooking her head under one arm, she drove her down into both knees with the Scarlett Fever!!

Valerie: SCARLETT FEVER!!! SHE GOT IT!!

Cory: TEN SECONDS!!!!

Mark: You could cut the tension inside the arena with a damn knife!!

Scarlett launched herself on top of Emma, immediately hooking a leg as Ryan fell for the count! Kitty sprang to life on the floor, dashing towards the ring as was Isabella!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scarlett rolled to her feet, keeping an eye on Isabella and Scarlett as the timer went off!!!

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leo: BY GOD, SHE DID IT!! THAT’S THE BUZZER, THE SCRAMBLE IS OVER!!!

Mark: Oh My God.....I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BUT IT’S REAL!!

Cory: The winner of this match....AND NEW TWO TIME FFW CHAMPION......SCARLETT KINCAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ryan raised her hand, awarding her the FFW Championship as Isabella and Kitty looked at the redhead with less than amused expressions. Scarlett ascended the turnbuckle, clutching the title high in the air as the sold out stadium was deafening!

Mark: ONE YEAR AGO, THAT WOMAN LEFT UNSTOPPABLE WITHOUT THE RICHEST PRIZE IN THE GAME!! AND ONE YEAR LATER, SHE DAMN SURE CAME RIGHT BACK AND TOOK IT BACK!! A YEAR LONG ODYSSEY....WHERE HER FAMILY WENT THROUGH HELL AND BACK....HAS CULMINATED WITH A HISTORY MAKING MATCH!! SCARLETT KINCAID IS BACK ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN IN FFW!!

Leo: I got to take my hat off to Scarlett! We said earlier in this match that whoever won would damn well have earned it! And what an almost storybook ending from one year ago to tonight! Scarlett Kincaid is packing the gold once again!

Valerie: The Power Trip batted a goose egg tonight! And it’s about damn time too! Congratulations, Scarlett!! That’s awesome!!

Fireworks shot into the air all around the upper level of SAFECO Field as Scarlett clutched her FFW Championship to her chest, pressing a kiss to it as she beamed towards the fans yet again.

Mark: For my money, this has been one of the greatest nights in FFW history! And it’s all been capped off by that woman right there, going back home to her family with twenty pounds of gold to show for the trip! Scarlett Kincaid is the new queen-pin of FFW, and you damn well somewhere Samantha Star won’t stand for that! Congratulations, Scarlett! For Leander Apollo and Valerie Belmont, I’m Mark Horton! You have witnessed the third annual spectacular that only FFW could have put together! I said it last year, and I meant it!!

Confetti rained from the rafters next as Scarlett celebrated in the ring.

Mark: FFW is truly........UNSTOPPABLE!!!!

~ ~ ~

The final sign shows that Los Angeles is just ahead as it comes to life with this video.

"Ain't No Stopping Us Now", I love that song
Whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
I thought I told y'all that we won't stop
'Til back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks

~ ~ ~

Mark: Wendy’s locking in that Deathlock STF!! And it is locked in!! The Banshee!!!

With Wendy’s back arched in midair, she pulled back on Isabella’s chin as she had her feet locked in place as well! Isabella shrieked in pain as Stringer dropped down and asked her if she wanted to quit. Pazzini continued to shout bloody murder, clawing towards the referee but Stringer moved out of arm’s reach!

CCM: Isabella’s caught! There’s nowhere to go at all!

Mark: Isabella must be feel like she’s caught in a damn bear trap! She’s not close enough to the ropes, there’s nowhere to go! The Banshee is locked in, and how can Wendy keep it? She’s lost so much blood already!!

Stringer continued to ask her if she wanted to quit as Isabella screamed, still in pain. Blood continued to drip off Wendy’s concealed face, as she kept the hold locked into place.

Mark: How much more can she take?! She’s been in this for well over a minute now!! This is nothing but torture for the Diva of Extreme!!

Isabella continued to shriek in pain as Stringer continuously asked her if she wanted to quit. She reached towards the nearest rope, but it wasn’t near enough. And with one final scream, Isabella tapped out!!

Stringer immediately called for the bell as Wendy released the hold.

Mark: SHE DID IT!! SHE DID IT!!! ISABELLA TAPPED!! WENDY DID IT!!!

CCM: Listen to this place!!

Wendy sat up, leaning now against the ropes as Stringer raised her hand in victory. The redhead looked back to Isabella as the Hall of Famer rolled to her side in pain, the pair locking eyes as she said something to her that the cameras didn’t pick up.

Cory: The winner of this match.......WENDY BRIESE!!!

The fans in the Reliant Stadium roared with approval as Wendy managed to get to her feet, a smile on her bloodied face. Isabella sat up as well, holding her lower back as she looked around at the sold out crowd. Tears began to stream down her face.

Mark: Wendy’s picked up the win, and look at Isabella’s face. Tears pouring down her face, because I think it’s finally dawned on her....this was it!

CCM: It’s not often I’ve seen Isabella cry, but I think you’re right. She knows that was the end of her wrestling career...

Isabella looked down to the mat as her tears stained the canvas before Wendy got to her feet, pulling Isabella up to hers and nodding her head. Isabella’s lips quivered as the chants broke out once again of “Thank You Bella!” over and over again.

Mark: Last night, Isabella Pazzini was inducted into the FFW Hall of Fame. She said she wanted to leave a memory, she’s left a career of them! It’s been one hell of a journey for that woman!

CCM: I spent most of my career not liking her at all. I still don’t like her. But I still respect her. Thank you, Isabella!

Wendy stepped out of the ring as Stringer joined her, raising her hand one last time as Camilla and Ryan made thier way down to ringside, both of them embracing her before they were joined to an ovation by the owner of FFW. Samantha and Isabella hugged as the redhead also had tears in her eyes as she raised Isabella’s hand.

CCM: Her husband, her sister, and her best friend.... All paying respect to a legend.

Mark: Congratulations to Wendy, but whether you loved her or you hated her, Isabella Pazzini will always be one of a kind! Thank you for the memories, Isabella!

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The car barrels into the city as fireworks erupt in the night sky before it stops just outside the Staples Center.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming

From there, we cut inside to a live shot of the Staples Center as pyrotechnics explode from the stage and the ring posts. Sparks fall from the rafters as a deafening roar is heard throughout the crowd as the ramp is lit up and showing the Unstoppable logo. “Coming Home” blares through the arena.

Mark: I have never heard a sustained roar like we are hearing right now. You are looking live at a jampacked Staples Center here in the hometown of FFW….Los Angeles, California! And you are watching the biggest stage of the year! We welcome you to the fifth annual Unstoppable!

Zack: This is surreal….

Mark: It’s the biggest night of the year! FFW has come home, and this arena is shaking! What a night you have chosen to join us. It’s going to be a night we may never forget, I have that feeling in my bones. And as special as this is, we inducted the 2014 class of the FFW Hall of Fame.

From there, we are shown a highlight package of the speeches given by the inductees, including one given by the late Kaitlynn Stryfe’s husband, Alexander Stryfe. After that, we go back into the arena.

Zack: Over 17,000 fans have sold out the Staples Center for Unstoppable. And let’s not keep them waiting! Let’s do this! I’m ready!





Mark: This is Unstoppable everyone and our first contest of the night will see Destiny Figgins taking on the likes of Candi.

Mai: Both of these women are coming into this match needing a big win, and for Candi especially she is definitely going to want to show the rest of the Social Elite that she has what it takes to hang in the ring.

Mark: For Figgins it seems like she has been battling all the members of the Elite but tonight she faces a woman who at one time was right in the hunt for the Television Championship. What a way to make an impact in FFW then to have a great showing at the biggest show of the year.

"Path vol II" echoes across the arena. Destiny appears in the stands schmoozing with a few of the fans while she makes her way down the steps. She slaps hands with the fans along the way while approaching the barricade and finally climbing atop it. Lifting her hands into the air, she pumps the crowd for a larger reaction.  Off the barricade, Destiny climbs up onto the ring apron and then the top turnbuckle. Once more pumping the crowd before back flipping into the ring.

Cory: Making her way to the ring. From Kansas City, Missouri...Destiny Figgins!!

“Kill the lights” by Britney Spears

Entrance Description: The lights go down to a white flashing strobe effect as the announcer goes through most of his spiel in the song. Candi comes out a little early but it doesn't seem to bother her as she walks with a bit of a strut down the entry way smiling and waving to the fans. She keeps this up to the ring where she makes her way up the steps and under the middle rope and steps around inside the ring throwing out some more waves to the crowd.

Cory: And her opponent from British Columbia Canada. Representing the Social Elite she is Candi!!!

Candi and Destiny are both standing inside of the ring as a bell is sounded. Destiny begins to analyze Candi up as she starts the match by quickly circling around Candi. Candi keeps her ground as she just watches Figgins move around her. Figgins moves quickly as she sprints right at Candi. She stops short before grabbing Candi hard by the arm and slinging her straight to the mat with a judo throw. Candi makes it back to her feet and runs after Figgins who once again arm drags Candi to the mat. Candi pounds on the mat in frustration as she rises back up to her feet again. But as much as she pounds on the mat. She keeps her cool putting a smile on her face.

Mark: Is Candi actually smiling here?!

Mai: Well she did say she wasn’t going to be mean against Destiny, so she is living up to her promise.

Figgins however is being quite the thrill seeker as she sprints right at Candi going for her Tony Jaa knee. She flies right at Candi’s face but before it hit’s her Candi manages to duck underneath it as Destiny collides with the ropes.

Candi: .So sorry

Mark: Did she just apologize to Destiny?

Mai: Maybe she’s just here to make friends.

Destiny is favoring her knee a bit, and that is when Candi grabs Destiny from behind tucking her underneath an arm before driving her head first into the mat with a reverse ddt. Destiny is now reaching for her head in pain as the Canadian beauty helps Destiny back up. She sends Figgins right back down to the mat with a snap mare, and follows up by running towards the ropes and delivering a drop kick that catches Figgins right in the face. Destiny falls back on the mat as Candi continues to apologize to her. She helps her up to her feet before she embraces her into a hug… but lifts her up forming a bear hug and squeezing the life out of the Kansas thrill seeker.

Mark: Ever since Destiny went into the well for something and failed, Candi has been capitalizing ever since.

Mai: And look at that woman. Every time Candi does something she is apologizing for it.

Destiny refuses to give up and Candi puts Figgins down before she kicks her in the gut. Figgins doubles over and that is when Candi continues on with her momentum by tucking Destiny underneath an arm and sending her face first right into the mat. Destiny grabs at her face in pain as Candi hovers over her. She decides to focus on a different part of the body as she grabs one of Destiny’s free legs and turns her body over into a single leg grab. Candi’s upper body gets in her way a bit but she doesn’t care as she yanks all the way back stretching Destiny’s body out.

Mai: I honestly don’t know why she would focus on a different body part of Destiny. Continue working the head!

Mark: Actually this might be a smart tactic by Candi. If she focuses on that leg with the hurt knee Figgins won’t be able to use her speed. Clipping her wings before she even has a chance to soar.

Destiny refuses to give in again, and Candi breaks her hold before she stands up on her feet. She lifts Destiny up and Irish whips her to the corner. Candi rushes at Destiny going for a corner splash and that is when Destiny takes the moment to throw her feet up to pushes Candi away from her, but her leg is still hurting. So after pushing Candi she slumps down in the corner reaching for her leg in pain. She uses the ropes to pull herself back up but it’s too late as Candi rushes towards her like a raging bull and delivers a splash to her in the corner. Candi doesn’t stop as she delivers chop after chop. Yelling “Sorry… I really really really wanna like win” after every single chop. Destiny grabs at her chest before Candi lifts her up placing her at the top of the ropes.

Mark: This has been brutal since this match started and Candi is looking to end it all here.

Mai: If she hits this, this is very much over.

Destiny is sitting down on the top of the turnbuckles, and Candi is up there beside her. Candi tucks Destiny underneath an arm and without hesitation she jumps off sending Figgins into the mat head first. Figgins is laid out as Candi covers her.

One…


Two…


Three….


Ding Ding Ding


Cory: And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall. Candi!!!!!!


Mark: My god, Candi made a statement here tonight. Even though she didn’t want to be mean as she would put it. She did everything she had to do to win.

Mai: It was quite beautiful. Figgins were legs were clipped, and Candi took advantage ever since. Huge win for Candi to kick things off for the show. We shall see what the other members of the Social Elite will do tonight.

Candi smiles as she raises her hands proudly in the air. She looks down at Figgins who is out of it, Candi decides to leave the ring making her way back to the backstage area.



Cup & Crown

After a commercial for the upcoming Future Shock Absolution Pay Per View on August 23, we head backstage not too far from the gorilla position. The fans immediately start to boo as they see the pairing of Jodie Gray and Seth Star.

Seth: The summer of Jodie Gray is well upon us, ladies and gentlemen. In just a few moments, she will go out on the biggest stage FFW has to offer to face a woman who seems about as self-absorbed as anyone I’ve ever seen. And that is an impressive feat in a company like FFW. Syren has proven again and again that she lives in the past. Look at her last few videos to promote her matches. She focuses on a match she lost, she mentions it constantly. To the point she makes me think she’s going to have a nervous breakdown if she ever has another. And news flash, Ms. Sperling, you’re not far from having another one to obsess about, courtesy of my beautiful Jodie.

This brought a smirk to Jodie’s lips as she winks at the camera.

Jodie: They say even the best fall down sometimes and it’s in those moments of weakness that one learns their true self worth. You like to believe you are a perfect creature impervious of failure and the second you lost, the second that mask you wore was shattered, you became obsessed with never having it happen again. But you see, Syren, that’s your biggest flaw, your sword of Damocles if you will. The mere thought of failing scares you; well sweetheart you’ll be scared after tonight.

Seth: Not to mention you’ll have the experience of truly knowing what choking feels like. But our vapid little Syren is but the first hurdle. Later tonight, you’ll be introduced to the women competing in the upcoming Season of Champions. Four women who have all won their Season, and one woman who didn’t need the fans to make it. She didn’t need votes or to win popularity contests. She won the Future Shock Cup last year against some of Future Shock’s darlings, and as a result, she will be involved in the season. And spoiler alert….she’ll also be winning.

Jodie: I got to the season of champions the hard way; beating tough competition in the process; unlike the rest of the ladies who had to pander to the crowd on both their promotional videos and on their own personal twitters. They had to play nice and not have a single moment of even resembling a human being. I didn’t have that going against me, I didn’t need to pander to these people; I let my actions do all the talking and come the season of champions, I’ll be doing the same. I’ll let my wins in the challenges do all the speaking I need. I won’t change who I am; I won’t lie ever again just to appease the lot of you. I AM the Villain, I AM the bitch in sheep’s clothing and whether you like it or not, you all respect it. The season of champions, I’ll be your winner, the last woman standing, and I’ll be one step away from becoming the first Future Shock alumni to ever be the FFW Champion!

This brings quite a smile to Seth’s face.

Seth: And if you needed any more proof that this is truly Jodie’s rise, take a look at the upcoming Absolution card. Future Shock’s second Pay Per View on August 23. And who was immediately announced as part of that show? You should know this by now, and what’s best, she gets to debunk the myth that night...of Rebecka Hate.

Jodie nods her head before producing her glove and placing it upon her hand. A smirk forming on her lips followed suit as she looked at it with pride.

Jodie: Myths... legends... fairy tales. This is what Rebecka Hate is to me. I’ve beaten her countless times, she’s been on the receiving end of my Hand of God before and Absolution will be no different. I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it once more. Down in SVW she may be the Queen; but here in FFW I’m the true Queen. She’s but a peasant and after I’ve beat her once again, I’ll finally leave no doubt in anyone’s mind, who’s better than the other. Hate, just be glad I’m not down in SVW too, because beating you so many times would basically make me your constant number one contender. You are nothing to me, Hate, just a bitter little girl that can’t get the hint that she just can’t beat me.

Seth traced his fingers along Jodie’s jaw for a moment.

Seth: I hope you enjoy looking at this face. You’re going to be seeing a lot more of it. But first...there is the matter of a woman who calls herself the best wrestler in the world that needs to be dealt with…

Jodie smiles at Seth then turns back to the camera.

Jodie: Syren, tonight you will choke on this hand of God of mine... and for you, it’s simply this.

The Queen of Games slowly removes her glove and places it back into her shirt.

Jodie: Game Over…

And from there, we cut back to the ring for that match.

[Adam Grant]

We head back into the arena after a graphic shows us what match is next.

Mark: Coming up is a special attraction to say the least. These two women have been doing very well for themselves overall of late, speaking of Jodie and Syren. And I’m looking forward to seeing which one comes out on top. Both of them only suffered one pinfall loss since they arrived, Zack

Zack: That’s true, but neither of those matches were unimportant. Especially in Zoe’s case, which she has made a point f recently.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

A board game appears on the screen. We see two sets of hands moving pieces back and forth on a chess board until the final move finds the queen capturing the king.

Voice: Checkmate! The Queen takes the King.

The arena lights go out before the familiar sound of the opening voice echoes throughout the arena.

MZ HYDE!

The lights stay off before a single spotlight hits the stage as the first verse of Mz Hyde begins to play, Jodie Gray comes skipping out onto the ramp and turns her back towards the crowd, her Dr. Jekyll and Mz. Hyde outfit flapping around as she lowers her head, slowly removing her top hat. Jodie’s head snaps back as she looks at the crowd.

As the chorus hits, the lights begin to flash between purple, gold, and white lights, Jodie slowly removes her jacket to reveal her Mz. Hyde ring attire.

Cory: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina; she is “The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray!

Jodie ignores the crowd as she makes her way into the ring, placing her top hat and and jacket together in the corner. Trailing behind her is Seth Star, whom applauds her. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; from which she then awaits the bell to ring.

Mark: Jodie has been leaving a lot of opponents laying since she came back to FFW earlier this year at Chaos Theory. And that is thanks, in large part, to her mandible claw. And there we see Seth Star, we’re going to be seeing him again later tonight apparently in the Evolution Championship match.

Zack: I don’t know about you, but a little bit of Seth goes a long way with me. As a matter of fact, the less, the better.

“Groupie” by Cassie Steele hits the PA system as the lights dim and the spotlights focus on the stage, flashing intermittently between white and pink. After a few moments the curtains part as Syren makes her way on to the stage to a huge reaction from the crowd. She stands in the middle of the stage looking out at the fans before smiling at the camera and, as the camera gets closer to her, leaning in toward it with a confident nod. “I think they’re ready for the best female wrestler in the world,” she tells the camera with a smile. The fans continue to cheer as she turns around, pointing at the back of her ring-jacket where we see the words ‘Just Be Jealous’ accompanied by her heart-logo.

Sinfully Seductive
Captivatingly Corrupt
Dark Fantasy

She spins back around again before pointing at the ring, leaning in to the camera again and smiling once again before telling the camera, “that’s it; it’s time to steal the show!” The crowd cheer more as she begins to walk down toward the ring, slapping hands on the way down to ringside before stopping at ringside and jumping up on to the apron. She looks around again at the cheering fans before ducking down, shaking her ass a little to another cheer from the fans before ducking in under the second rope and walking across the ring, climbing to stand on the middle turnbuckle and raises her hands in to the air. After a few seconds of posing she blows a kiss out to the crowd and jumps down, walking across the ring to the other side where again she stands on the middle turnbuckle, waving at the fans and blowing another kiss out to the crowd. After several more seconds she leaps down, removing her ring jacket and putting it in the corner before jumping up and sitting on the top turnbuckle.

Cory: And her opponent, she is one half of the Blondetourage. Please welcome…..SYREN!!!

Mark: Zoe Sperling has made quite a splash since she arrived in FFW. I know she’s a bit disappointed she didn’t make it into the Chase finals tonight, but she avenged that loss at Breaking Point two weeks ago. And she has a challenge of an altogether different variety tonight.

Zack: I’m not sure Zoe has ever faced anyone quite like Jodie, much less had to contend with her pet move, which will render you immobile very quickly. We’ll find out soon enough though.

Referee Kevin Fisk calls for the bell to start the match as the crowd already shows their support for Syren, which doesn’t seem to phase Jodie too much at all as the pair meet in the center of the ring. Jodie reaches forward, grabbing her hand before she pulls her forward and kicks her in the abdomen once and then again. She jerks her forward closer and begins to drive her knee into Zoe’s body over and over again to follow that. Gray pushes her foot into the back of Zoe’s leg, driving her to her knees before she locks in a neck crimp, twisting her head entirely to one side as she leans against her. The obvious pain etched on Zoe’s face is clear to see as Jodie pulls her back up and moves around front to deliver a snapmare. Sperling lands on her butt on the canvas before Jodie grabs her head and bounces it off the mat between her own legs.

Mark: Jodie taking the early advantage here, and bounced Zoe’s head off the canvas with authority. Gray employing a ground and dissect style of offense here.

Zack: That she is, she knows keeping Syren on the mat pretty well negates a lot of her offense. If she had her way, Syren wouldn’t get up at all.

Zoe tries to get back up to her feet before Gray uses a swinging neckbreaker to put her back down. She quickly climbs onto her back and applies a camel clutch, cranking back on her head in the meantime with her fingers locked under Zoe’s chin. Syren suffers for a moment before she tries to get back to her feet, only for Jodie to pull her head back and drive her elbow into her face. Zoe grabs her face in pain before Jodie applies the camel clutch a second time, arching her own back as she tries to add more pressure to the hold. Fisk drops into position to ask if she wants to quit.

Mark: Jodie is hellbent on that camel clutch, and Zoe’s caught once again. I don’t think she’s going to submit, but it will certainly wear her down more and add more damage to her neck.

Zack: Zoe employs a fair bit of faster based offense, and if Jodie can make her body hurt every time she tries to use any of it, that works to her advantage.

Zoe once more tried to get back up to her hands and knees as Jodie stood herself over her. Sperling rolled onto her back and monkey flipped Jodie up and over to the mat. Gray quickly rolled to her feet before Syren swept her leg out from under her when she got close enough. Once again, Jodie was quickly to her feet but Syren was already up to hers by then. As Gray closed the gap, she went for a right hand but it got blocked. The blonde fired back with one of her own and two more to follow that. It rocked Jodie backwards before she was sent into the ropes with an Irish whip. Jodie rebounded as Syren lowered her head. Gray rolled over her back and landed behind her, spinning around just as Zoe came up and grabbed her head to deliver a lightning fast RKO!

Mark: Jodie literally walked right into that one, and Zoe just cleaned her clock for her! This could be over already!

Zoe dropped to the mat and hooked her leg as the referee fell into position.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Jodie kicked out at two as Zoe sat up on her knees, rubbing her neck from Jodie’s previous offense.

Zack: See what I mean? It’s like I talked about earlier. Jodie is making Zoe hurt just by using her own offensive moves. So what she did earlier is paying off a little.

As Zoe started to get up, Jodie rolled out of the ring to the floor at ringside. She tried to pull herself together as Zoe got back up to her feet in the ring. Jodie climbed up onto the apron as Syren went to grab her. She went for a vertical suplex to bring her back inside, but Jodie countered and landed on her feet behind her, grabbing her in a rear waistlock. Zoe stood up and dove towards the middle, letting the top rope clothesline Jodie across the chest. This sent Gray backwards into a stagger before Zoe grabbed her head and delivered a facebuster to the canvas. The fans were quite happy with this as the blonde reached across and hooked her leg.

Mark: Syren using the top rope like a tag partner, and that facebuster may be all she wrote!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Jodie kicked out again at two as Zoe started to get back to her feet. She rallied the fans as Jodie headed for the ropes again. With the crowd solidly behind her, she pulled Jodie up from behind and caught a mule kick to the stomach from the Queen of Games. Jodie rolled out under the bottom rope, sweeping Zoe by her feet to the canvas and jerking her out to the floor.  She landed on her back hard before Gray scooped her feet under her arms and gave her a short giant swing that saw her crash head first into the ringside barricade. Zoe’s head snapped on impact.

Mark: Did you see Zoe’s head snap like that?! Jodie may have just given her a concussion right there.

Zack: That was nasty impact, Syren’s head got smacked off the barricade!

Jodie slid back into the ring to break up the count as Fisk began admonishing her and telling her to keep the match in the ring. She duly nodded with a little smile, keeping him occupied. Meanwhile at ringside, Zoe reached up to the barricade to help her get herself up to her feet before Seth punted her right in the head as she got to her hands and knees. The blonde slumped to the floor as Seth moved around to a neutral corner before the referee was done being distracted by Jodie.

Zack: And out on the floor is the last place Zoe wants to be, because of things just like THAT! Seth likes to get his shots in, doesn’t he? We may be seeing more of that tonight in the Evolution Championship match.

Jodie headed out to the floor next, giving Seth a kiss as she skipped around to where Zoe was on the other side. She pulled her up and rolled her lifeless form into the ring. A smile formed on her face as she slid in after her, hooking her leg as Fisk fell into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!!

Zoe got the shoulder up as Jodie gave Fisk a dirty look. The fans were quite happy to see her get the shoulder up though as Jodie sat up on her knees and began to rain down straight right fists into her head one after another. Fisk warned her about the closed fists as she got back to her feet, pulling Syren up with her. She scooped her up and dropped her with a sidewalk slam into the canvas. Rolling back to her feet, she pulled her up and then hung her upside down in the corner in a tree of woe.

Mark: And this right here is the last place Zoe wants to be! Upside down in that corner, and Jodie’s definitely in charge right now.

Zack: They don’t call it the tree of woe because it’s a fun place to spend a Saturday night, Mark. And Zoe’s basically a sititng duck!

Gray unleashed a torrent of kicks to her body before she headed off to the opposite side of the ring. She took off into a baseball slide aimed for Zoe’s head, but Sperling sat up and Jodie’s legs wrapped around the steel post instead. Her eyes widened and her face froze in obvious pain as Syren dropped off the turnbuckle to her feet and then to her knees as she clutched her head. The fans were once more cheering her on as she tried to get her wits about her. And Jodie was beginning to crawl away from that ring post, very gingerly.

Mark: Well there won’t be any late night celebrating in Jodie’s hotel room later tonight, but Zoe has to get herself together. Her head has taken tremendous punishment, she may be seeing double at this point.

Zack: If you don’t mind, I’d rather not devote too much mental acuity to Jodie’s late night celebrations with Seth. A little too much imagery there.

The fans chanted for the blonde as she started to get back up slowly. Jodie was already starting back to her feet as well, closing in from behind before the blonde caught her with a discus punch to the jaw that rocked her backwards. A second followed that as Zoe grabbed her head and delivered an implant DDT into the canvas. She glanced around, blinking a few times as it was clear her head wasn’t totally clear at this point still.

Mark: Zoe with a glassy look in her eyes, I still don’t think she has a clear view at this point. But she’s got Jodie down, which is what matters at this point.

Zack: She might have gotten a win if she had covered her right there. But you’re right, I’m not sure Zoe has enough presence of mind right now to do that.

She pulled Jodie up from behind and delivered a belly to back suplex into the canvas before she rolled through and scooped her up again. This time, she followed up with a German suplex before she started back to her feet. She took off towards hte ropes, and used the middle for a springboard into a moonsault that connected flawlessly! The fans came to their feet as she reached across and hooked Jodie’s leg.

Mark: It must be getting better, that was one hell of a moonsault! Zoe with the cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!!!

Jodie’s arm came up before the three as Fisk held up two fingers. Syren pushed up to her feet, shaking her head for a moment.

Zack: That was the closest fall in this match, and Zoe’s definitely feeling it now! Her head may be foggy, but she’s starting to pick up some momentum.

Jodie started to get up very slowly as Zoe measured her for a moment and bounced off the far side ropes. And as Jodie sat up on her knees, Syren connected with a running yakuza kick that planted her onto the canvas.

Mark: She calls that the FACE LIFT!! She may have kicked some teeth loose too!

Zack: Jodie’s bicuspids may be a souvenir for someone in the front row, Jesus!

Zoe pointed to the corner to a roar from the crowd before she climbed up to the top rope. She watched Jodie for a moment on the canvas and launched herself off the top rope into the springboard corkscrew senton!

Mark: BLONDETON BOMB!! ………….DAMN IT!!

And before she connected, Seth grabbed his girlfriend’s foot and pulled her out of harm’s way, causing Zoe to crash onto the canvas!

Zack: Jodie’s enough to deal with on her own, but when you have that prick ringside, it makes it twice as bad! Seth just saved his girlfriend right there.

Mark: Throw him out of here!

Fisk was furious as he rolled out to the floor, getting into Seth’s face. Meanwhile, Jodie began to stir. She glanced around and saw Zoe on the canvas. And with a smile forming on her face, she reached into her top and produced a latex glove. She slid it onto her hand and started back to her feet. Zoe held her ribs as she looked towards the ropes, seeing the referee and Seth on the outside. The fans got louder, trying to warn Sperling as Jodie circled around behind her with that gloved hand in the air.

Mark: Zoe knows what happened, but she isn’t looking in the right direction! Jodie’s got that damn glove, and you know what’s coming!

Zack: This move should be banned. I don’t care what they say, it’s not a nerve hold! It’s nothing more than a choke...

Jodie circled and went towards Sperling, who spun around and blocked that claw. She quickly reached up and grabbed her head, delivering a sitout facebuster instead!

Mark: TOTAL MAKEOVER!! Zoe felt it coming!!

Seth’s eyes widened as he looked towards the ring, and Fisk spun around took off towards it himself. Star tried to grab him, but he got away Zoe made the cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Fisk called for the bell as the fans roared in approval. Zoe sat up on her knees, trying to catch her breath before the referee raised her hand.

Cory: The winner of the match……..SYREN!!!!

Mark: Zoe’s sixth sense told her Jodie was about to go for that claw! And she countered it into her patented facebuster!

Zack: She felt it coming, and had it scouted! Zoe Sperling avoided that mandible claw, and caught Jodie with an outstanding counter!

Zoe got back to her feet with a smile on her face as the fans were quite happy for her. A smile began to form across her features.

Mark: What a performance from Zoe here on the biggest night of the year! But she went through hell to get it! I’ll give the devil her due, Jodie was more than game for this one.

Zack: You give her her due, I’ll give her and Seth due. Because it was most certainly team effort in this one, it just wasn’t enough tonight.

And from there, we cut elsewhere.


Brought to Justice

A video package is shown of highlights from the previous season of Future Shock, showing the moments and the finale of the season in the submission match. From there, we cut to the back and find one of those involved in the season in Megan Caraway. She is shown standing with Cody Kincaid, who is propped up against the wall in one of the corridors discussing something with her.

Cody: I’m glad you could make it out tonight. I wanted all the girls from the season who signed the contract here. I actually want them to attend every major event we do, but none more than this. And in your case, I had something for you that I wanted to tell you in person anyway. I met your partner...or boyfriend...Ryan I think his name was a bit earlier. Seems like good people.

The bounty hunter allows a small smile to wash over her face.

Megan: He’s a really great guy. Been really supportive of me in so many ways since I decided I wanted to come back to the ring. I wouldn’t have missed tonight for the world, there’s always a special feeling in the air about these events don’t you think? An excitement or sense of anticipation. And I’m really intrigued to find out what it is that you’ve got for me.

Cody: I agree, especially tonight. We’ve got special guests in the arena, the company’s biggest fans, and it has all conspired to make it special. What I wanted to talk to you about was our next Pay Per View, Sin & Sacrifice at Ford Field in Detroit. Because...you’re going to be in action that night.

Megan: That’s amazing news! I get to make my first ever FFW Pay Per View appearance in just two months at one of the biggest shows of the year! Can’t wait to get to Detroit...and I didn’t think I’d ever be excited about visiting the Motor City. Can you tell me who I’m going to face or are you wanting to keep a girl in suspense?

Cody: That’s the idea. I know you didn’t get the match you wanted in the season finale. So come Sin & Sacrifice, I’m going to give you a chance. You’ll be going one on one with Kimmi Hate that night, and I could be wrong. But I am pretty sure that is something you’ve been wanting, one on one with her for some time now.

The brunette nods her head enthusiastically.

Megan: Oh yes, you’ve got that right. Kimmi’s got a whole lot to pay for after everything that’s gone on this past Future Shock season. Attacking people left right and centre to avoid the vote, stealing the contract that was meant for me, attacking me and arguably costing me in the Dodgeball challenge. We’ll call that just the tip of the iceberg. But I told her, I always get my woman and at Sin & Sacrifice I’m taking her down and showing her just how rough justice can be.

Cody: I figured that might suit you. Just be advised. You saw her match with Amanda, and you know she’ll use anything she can get her hands on if she has half a chance. And I’d hate to see you get caught with something like...a wrench, for example.

Megan: I saw her get a little lucky, bringing the hardware into play without the official seeing her. I’ll be on my guard against it and if she tries, we-ell, I’ll not be too worried about disarming her gently. Not like she can get off on an “excessive force” or “brutality” technicality in the middle of a wrestling ring.

The girl grins at the executive.

Megan: It should be a lot of fun if she does try to use a weapon and forces me to show off that certain skill set of mine.

This also brings a smile to Cody’s face.

Cody: I like it. Have you got your passport sorted and ready? I plan to have you debut during our international tour.

Megan: Yep. Passport sorted, paperwork signed, travel insurance signed, sealed and delivered; I’m all ready to go. Always wanted to see Europe too, it’s a really exciting time to be part of FFW and I can’t wait to make me debut, no matter where or against whom. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Cody.

Cody: You are very welcome, Megan. I’m looking forward to seeing you in action very soon. If you’ll go find Adam, he needs to take some stills of you in your ring gear. So go change into that and go see him, alright?

He asked her before she headed off, and we cut elsewhere.





Cory: The following... Is a Last Woman Standing Match where the winner will be the number one contender for the Ultraviolence Championship...! Introducing first...

Cory: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland! She weighs one hundred and thirty four pounds...EMMA MACNAMARA!

As Cory finishes the announcement, the arena is plunged into complete darkness. A whistle is heard over the PA and lights come up over the bottom of the ramp, offering a little bit of light. the song kicks in properly and the lights flash brighter than the sun, only to plummet back into darkness, save for a single spotlight that comes up a couple of seconds later, directly onto the form of a woman, Emma MacNamara. She stands with her head bowed and arms dead straight in front of her. She lifts her head slowly and begins her walk down the ramp, ignoring absolutely everything that comes from the crowd...almost like they’re not there. She walks towards the steps and climbs them, ducking under the ropes and into the ring. She makes her way to her corner and just stands there, awaiting whatever may happen next.

Without an comands or the voice of the maniacal poet to be heard at all, all the lights go off, and the chilling, piercing sound of the wind is heard. Dry ice smoke fills up the aisle between the gorilla and the ring, and an acoustic guitar starts playing, as a small group of ballroom dancers with no face (think a Slender Man-like mask), wearing but rags and worn out ballroom suits and dresses, faint spotlights directed to thm as they surround the entrance doorway. Although they're all waltzing, the music being played is actually Limp Bizkit's version of The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes". From among the faceless people, in comes Destiny Campbell, her head low, letting her hair cover her face. She slowly walks her way to the ring showing absolutely no interest in the audience's reaction to her presence... Which is none. All are in silence as she somberly makes her way down the entrance aisle, opening way among the faceless dancers.

Cory: And her opponent... From the Beyond... DESTINY CAMPBELL!

As she reaches the ring apron, she slowly crawls into the ring, and does her usual preparation ritual, as she takes off her gloves and her hoodie, and then goes to her knees and opens her arms wide, looking to the sky as if she were talking to the heavens. The lights come back in a blinding flash as a smile creeps up her face, joined by a mad chuckle. She then looks directly into Emma's eyes, still with arms wide open in the cross sign, and slowly brings herself to her feet, before letting her arms fall, staring at Macnamara with a hungry, empty stare.

Before Malcolm Parks motions for the bell to ring, but immediately Destiny Campbell scrambles towards MacNamara and shoves him to the side, kicking MacNamara straight in the head with a running bicycle kick! She doesn’t bother wasting any time before Campbell rolls out of the ring and flips the apron up. She immediately starts tossing in any and every single manner of weapon she can while Emma grips her nose and blinks slightly at the dull sensation of pain. Three chairs fly over the rope into the ring, a fire extinguisher, a box of tools that opens in mid-air and showers the ring in wrenches... Destiny even tries to the the table in the ring but it bounces off the ropes and lands harmlessly on the ground. She begins to scream at it furiously.

Mark: One of those women could go on to meet Kate Steele for the Ultraviolence Championship but they have to go through each other first... Is Destiny Campbell screaming at that table?

MaI: ...I dig crazy chicks.

Campbell begins muttering to herself before she climbs up onto the apron and gets a steel chair to the head for her troubles compliments of the rising MacNamara. Destiny holds onto the ropes but she looks slightly dazed though this only makes Emma lift the chair up again and crack her in the head, making Campbell fall off the apron and stumble around. MacNamara drops the chair and rolls into the ring before she sees a fan holding up a FFW Garden Gnome in the shape of Kate Steele in the front row. MacNamara yanks it out of the hand of the fan (who yells ‘Hey!’ as Emma ignores them).

Mai: I see that Emma is starting this match off with her favorite manner of using any and everything as a weapon...

Mark: Though judging by that look of disgust on her face, she would have liked to use anything else besides a Kate Steele gnome.

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Emma hefts the Kate Steele Garden Gnome by the head and goes running towards Destiny, swinging it like a baseball bat and nearly breaking it. The camera zooms in to see it nearly cracking on the temple of Campbell! Destiny’s temple hasn’t been busted open yet but MacNamara seems to take notice to this as well. She holds the gnome up and goes running towards Destiny again as the Staples Center rumbles and lets out another “OOOOHHHHHH!” when MacNamara this time breaks the gnome over her head. As the head of the Kate Steele gnome goes flying before it lands harmlessly against the barricade, Campbell drops down on the ground face first as Emma looks at Parks who begins to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Campbell has gotten her hands on the apron and then on the turnbuckle pole before she pulls herself up. The Glaswegian tries to run her down, grabbing Campbell by the back of her neck as she reaches up. She attempts to send Campbell’s face into the pole but Destiny puts her arms up to block before she shoots a hand up and cocks Emma in the face, causing her to stumble away. The two women began to trade straight hands right and left. Emma begins to fall back with Campbell’s size and reach beginning to cause her to have the advantage in their fist fight. Campbell leans back to catch the Glaswegian on the chin, making her stumble back before she comes running at her and catches her in the face with a justice fist that knocks her down! Destiny forces Emma up on her shoulders and the near six footer tosses Emma into the ring. She rolls inside of it after her and unfolds a chair before putting it right in front of Emma. Campbell silently begins to take a few paces backward with her eyes locked on MacNamara as she begins to lift herself up. As MacNamara stands bent over Destiny comes running and hits a Fame Asser on the back of Emma MacNamara’s neck, sending her face first into the steel chair!

*CRUNCH*

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

Mai: FAME ASSER by Campbell and Emma just went night night! ...Mm, look at her ass when she lays on the ring like that Horton.

Mark: ...Yes, let’s ogle the body of the unconscious wrestler. That’s not disturbing at all.

Emma lays across the mat as blood begins to pool from her nose while Destiny begins to yell at someone over her shoulder... And then someone over her other shoulder. Malcolm Parks looks a little confused (not to mention scared for his life) before Campbell suddenly roars at him to start the count. Parks shrinks back and begins to make the count in a hurry.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

One of Emma’s hands raises and clamps atop the chair that her face just met the hard way. Her face is a bloody mess and it looks like she may have lost a tooth the way her mouth bloodied. The Scot continues to fight to pull herself up as Campbell glares down at her.

FOUR!

FIVE...!

SI--!

Emma finally stands herself up but her eyes go wide and she ducks down as Campbell comes in hot with a spinning wheel kick that MacNamara ducks. She grabs Campbell’s hair even a few inches shorter and leaps, hitting her with a reverse bulldog on a fire extinguisher, laying Campbell down for a the moment. Panting, Emma rolls back out of the ring and begins looking under the apron for something... Anything that she can put to good use. MacNamara breaks out into a wide and twisted grin before she begins to slowly drag out a step ladder and shove it in the ring. She rolls back in before she sets it on her shoulder and comes running towards Campbell as she rises, laying her out with the head of the ladder! Emma quickly opens the ladder up and rolls Campbell into it.

Mark: It... It looks like Emma’s going for her favorite variation of BACK TO HELL! A smart move here, Destiny can’t stand up to meet Parks’ ten count if Emma works her legs over like this!

Mai: The idea of Emma, Destiny and something long conjoined between their legs gives me no end of joy, Mark. No. End. Of. Joy.

Emma closes the ladder down on Campbell before she quickly gets her in the Boston Crab position and begins to pull, using the extra leverage thanks to the ladder as Campbell grips at the mat in absolute agony, letting out a roar of agony as MacNamara sits down on the closed ladder instead of crouching on it as she wrenches back with the Crab applied. Campbell grips into the mat, she almost tries to tear into it, she tries to tap after a few minutes and she even begins to speak to the voices in her head as if asking them for advice but in the mean time all that Parks can do is watch with a slightly loathsome look on his face as Emma continues to keep the hold on long past necessary time. When MacNamara is satisfied she finally gets off of Destiny who is very much conscious... But very much in physical anguish as she rolls out of the ladder as it shuts closed. Parks begins to count as Emma stands over her!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Destiny tries to stand up under her own weight on on her legs but they go jelly legged from the amount of time they were punished with Emma’s ladder-used Back To Hell and she falls to her knees, punching the mat. The Glaswegian stares down at her.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Campbell’s head tilts upward and she meets Emma’s stare before she reaches to the ropes and tries to pull herself up as Parks tells her that she’s going to have to let it go when she stands up else it will not count.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Campbell gets to a vertical base thanks to the ropes and finally lets go, stumbling forward...

NINE!

...To pick up a steel chair and throw it so hard in Emma’s bloody face she knocks her down as the L.A. crowd lets out a reaction of shock from the surprise attack!

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Campbell rolls out of the ring and retrieves the table that she had attempted to throw into the ring, sliding it inside before she comes back on Emma. She even goes as far as setting it up but after ward she turns her attention back to the Glaswegian. It seems that the twisted psychopath gets an idea in that head of her’s as she first wraps her hands around Emma’s waist and hits the Scot with a mat slam for good measure just to keep her down before she puts MacNamara on her back. She puts the edge of a chair against Emma’s throat and grins. The Texan native gets on top of Emma’s back, putting one foot on the back of her neck with another while pulling her arms back and lets the chair do the rest of the work, cutting off the blood to Emma’s head and the air to her lungs!

Mai: Modified GRAVEKEEPER STRETCH and it looks like Campbell is playing an eye-for-an-eye with Emma. Though if Emma passes out from lack of blood and air circulation it’ll be way past ten seconds before we see her back up!

Mark: Campbell’s decided that if she has to keep Emma down she’ll go with the smartest way about it. You can tell these two women LIVE to inflict pain on another human being and I would hate to be Kate Steele when she has to face one of them at a later date.

Campbell begins to whisper things in Emma’s air, even using one hand to pull Emma’s arm while the other hand runs her fingers through her hair lovingly, caressing her. Meanwhile the Glaswegian is in a bad way, blood still dripping from her mouth and eyes rolling slowly as her face gets red from the choke. She begins to slowly fade as Campbell holds on tight, using that chair lodged up against Emma’s throat before Destiny pushes her boot a little harder against Emma’s neck until she sees the head of Emma MacNamara droop. Destiny finally lets go of the hold and begins to walk away from Emma’s unconscious body... Until she sees the chair that was angled against Emma’s throat no longer angling and now serving to be a pillow. Destiny grins widely and gets another chair, holding it up over Emma’s head on the OFF chance she gets back up!

Mark: Destiny’s stopping at nothing to keep Emma down! If by some miracle MacNamara gets back up, Campbell is looking to put her away with a one-woman con-chair-to!

ONE!

TWO!

Emma has not moved yet.

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Emma’s fingers twitch, which Destiny DOES notice but nothing yet as the Staples Center falls hush.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Parks looks around, about to hit nine and then finally a ten as Emma’s hand twitches and Campbell’s eyes go wide before she bends her arms a little more, getting ready to quite frankly obliterate Emma’s skull if she so much as sees a single blue hair follicle twitch.

NINE!

Mai: This is it! New contender! New contender! Emma I’ll console you! NEW CONTENDER!

Emma’s head never moves...

...But her elbows press into the mat as she legs sweep up and she pushes off the ground! Her thighs wrap around the throat of Destiny and she takes her into a headscissor as Campbell drops the chair and she goes headfirst into the bloody folded chair that Emma’s head had been laying on and goes rigid before she collapses on it. Emma breathes heavily, that single move taking more than what she had left out of her while the Texan right next to her lays on the mat.

Mark: PLAYING WITH SCISSORS! WHAT WON’T THESE TWO WOMEN DO TO EACH OTHER MAI!?

Mai: FUCK IT, I’LL BE PROFESSIONAL FOR ONCE! THIS IS WHAT THE ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP MEANS TO THEM! ONLY IN FFW HORTON! ONLY AT UNSTOPPABLE!

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

Malcolm Parks looks beside himself, like he has no idea what to do or where to go from here. He looks around, asking if he’s supposed to count them both out to the crowd. Apparently someone is yelling at him over his referee headset, as he very audibly says, “Stringer I’m sorry, it was an honest question! No! Don’t tell Angela!”

Mark: ...That kid is never going to be a senior referee.

Mai: I wonder if Samantha’s going to dock his pay for this.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Both women begin to stir, rolling away from each other. Campbell tries to force herself up with her arms while Emma’s on her knees first, wiping blood from her mouth. Once the two women spot each other though they begin to actually crawl towards each other.

FOUR!

FIVE!

And no sooner do the two get close to each other does it start up a fist fight with weak blows, both going on the afterburners!

SIX!

Mark: They’re up again, both women!

Destiny ducks one last haymaker coming to her compliments of Emma and the big woman immediately lifts the Scot up before holding her in Gory hold position. She takes a single step and sweeps one hundred and eighty degrees on her feet as she lets MacNamara go with a leap and sends Emma right through the table in an explosion of splinters! Destiny flops over, hanging on the rope and panting, but a wicked smile on her face all the same.

Mai: FINAL DESTINATION THROUGH THE TABLE! EMMA’S NOT MOVING!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

...

TEN!

Cory: Here is your winner and the number one contender for the Ultraviolence Championship... DESTINY CAMPBELL!!

Mark: Mai I...That was horror beyond horror and tonight I get the sense we’ve only had a taste of what Destiny Campbell is willing to do to another human being. Kate Steele may be in peril like never before.

As Destiny is announced she doesn’t let Parks raise her hand as "O Death (Rock Me Asleep)" plays... No, instead she leans down and kisses Emma’s forehead, tasting the blood on MacNamara’s now busted forehead. She rolls out of the ring, talking to someone next to her who the rest of the world can’t see as we cut to somewhere else.

[Adam Grant]

A Little Hope Goes A Long Way

After a brief commercial for the upcoming Sin & Sacrifice Pay Per View in September, we cut back to the live show and find Adam Grant in the tech area with the other staff who are covering the event for the FFW website. But as usual, Adam is talking to someone as the cameras find him. And that person is Hope Dawson, who gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Adam: I gotta give you credit. I never thought I’d be standing here and talking to you to congratulate you on starting a winning streak. It took a while, but it seems like maybe it’s all starting to come together for you because you’ve now beaten a veteran like Vargas and a member of the Social Elite too. These are not pushover opponents entirely. Congratulations.

He told her, offering her a handshake with a small smile. Hope returns the smile, accepting his handshake.

Hope: I honestly never thought you would either, and not just because I wanted to kick your head off the first part of the year. In the beginning I could take solace in showing improvement in a loss, but I was starting to wonder if I would ever get a win, and now I have two in a row.

Her smile stretches out to a full grin as she thinks about winning matches.

Hope: A winning streak. Who would have thought?

Adam: Certainly not anyone here. But you do realize when you knock off one member of the Elite, it tends to bring out the others to come after you. Look what happened with Tifa and Mercedes. You never just have to deal with one. If they get slighted, they all tend to come for you. So you may not be done with them just yet.

Hope: Yeah, but I do have some experience dealing with Nevaeh.

Hope: I really thought I was going to take that match at Chaos Theory.

Her grin turns into a bit of a frown.

Hope: Would love a chance to do that one over again, but no point is dwelling on the past. I’m looking forward now. Forward to much brighter things.

Adam: Well I hope you got your passport all ready, because I happen to know you’ll be going to Japan for Velocity. And you’ll have your next match there. How does that sound?

Hope: Japan? Me? Seriously?

Adam: Well we are going on an international tour, surely you didn’t think they were going to leave you off for the next three months or so, did you?

Hope: Three or four weeks ago, I would have.

She laughs to herself before giving a small shrug.

Hope: Guess I just didn’t think I would be booked in Japan. Some people go an entire career, without being booked at a Japan show. I’m honored to have the opportunity. I assume you know who I’m facing?

Adam: I do, one of the new signings we had. You’re facing Kaylee Clarke in her debut with the company. That’s Matt Stone’s protege. I know you are familiar with him.

Hearing Matt Stone’s name brings an eye roll from Hope.

Hope: If there was ever a guy what should be barred from an all female company. Even without what he’s put Freya through, he has creepy stalker written all over him. Heres hoping that Kaylee hasn’t picked up those habits. Maybe she’ll not be a pain in the ass.

Adam: Worst he’ll do is ask you to wear a French maid outfit. I know she’s around here tonight, so you may run into her and him. I’d suggest not doing so, if at all possible.

Hope: I plan to avoid him as much as possible, which means I won’t be making pals with her anytime soon. I’m ok with that, because I get to try and extend my streak in Japan.

We see a graphic to advertise the upcoming match before we head elsewhere.




Mark: Well this next match is a match that has been building up for months. A match that all started when Mercedes Vargas told Valentina that she was on a list and it would only be a matter of when she would strike.

Erica: This is one feud that has seemed to gain some steam rolling into Unstoppable. And tonight two Latinas are going to walk in but only one of them is going to walk out.as the winner.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Cory: Introducing first from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. She vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent.

Cory: Please welcome Valentina Lozano’s personal ring announcer….Domingo Garza!

The fans let out a boisterous reaction as Domingo steps onto the stage and glares onto the crowd with a smirk. Then, he makes the following introduction in Spanish…

“Peasants And Unworthy, Inferior Degenerates...lend me your ears and be amazed. For you are to be graced with pure, superior greatness.
Hailing from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California, by way of Toronto, Ontario, Canada… and weighing at a flawlessly sculptured 135 pounds.
She is the most phenomenal being ever to walk the face of the earth. And the ONLY wrestler you all should bow down and worship at the feet of...the ” Latin Goddess Of Professional Wrestling”…

VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!!

Just then, while the intro of “Pretty Girl Rock” by Keri Hilson blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage.

As the song officially begins, Valentina steps onto the stage, along with her bodyguard, Isis, and stands there. She looks over at the crowd with a sexy smirk as she confidently strides her way to the ring, with the spotlight completely focused on her, Isis following behind her, sporting a stern, intimidating demeanor. Meanwhile, the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd. She is soaking up the reaction from the crowd, even though she ignores it. Meanwhile, while she’s walking down, Valentina's entrance video is shown on the big screen, profiling her likeness and footage of her in action.

Valentina suddenly stops across the edge of the railing, where she comes across some men waving their hands up and down in front of her in a bowing motion. With her hands on her hips, Valentina seductively places her foot on the rail in front of them and orders one of them to kiss her boot.

Mark: Valentina showing everyone that she should be worshipped.

Erica: Where’s Mercedes going?!

Mercedes doesn’t even give Valentina the time to pull her boot away as she slides underneath the ropes and clotheslines Valentina right into the audience. Vargas hops over the barricade as she begins to exchange lefts and rights with Valentina right in the stands. Security guards are pushing the fans to the side as the two are battling it out in the first row.

Mark: The bell didn’t even sound and these two are already going at it.

Erica: They don’t like one another, and Vargas couldn’t even wait for Valentina to make it to the ring.

Stringer stands in the middle of the ring as she is yelling for them to get into the ring. Vargas goes for more lefts and rights but eventually Valentina pushes the Argentine Assassin away as she spears her against the barricade. Vargas’ back collides against it as she slumps down on the floor holding her back in pain. Valentina grabs a hold of Mercedes hair as she throws her over the barricade, Lozano steps over it as she yanks Vargas up by the hair, and rolls her into the confines of the ring. Valentina slides in afterwards, and Stringer calls for the bell.

Mark: And with the sounding of that bell this match is officially going to begin.

Erica: Finally this heated rivalry comes to a head inside of the ring.

Valentina hovers over Vargas as she stares down at her opponent calculating her next form of attack. Mercedes slowly rises up to her feet, and that is when Valentina brings Mercedes up to her feet. She tucks her underneath an arm signaling for a ddt. But before she can bring her head first into the mat. Vargas drives a punch against the side of Valentina’s right leg. She drives another and another. Valentina loses her grip and that is when Vargas slings Lozano over her with a Northern Lights Suplex. She remains bridged arching her body all the way up for a pin fall attempt.

One…


Two….


Valentina however is able to kick out of the move as she brings herself back up to her feet.

Mark: These two are battling it out inside the ring and we already have our first pinfall attempt for the night.

Erica: This match may end up being one of the best for the night. Both of these women are not going to want to lose to the other after the weeks that they put one another through.

Vargas is now back up to a vertical position. Valentina is slow to move but Vargas doesn’t even Valentina a moment to rise up as she punts her right in the side. Valentina let’s a loud scream escape her lips as she holds her side. Vargas walks right over to Valentina grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her head up before she drives her boot against her head sending her right back down to the mat with a curb stomp. Lozano is holding her head in pain as Vargas lifts Valentina back up by the hair before bringing her back down to the mat with a hair pulling snapmare. Valentina’s grabs at her head as Vargas hovers over her driving boot after boot right against the cranium of Lozano.

Mark: Mercedes is marking Lozano’s head as her territory.

Erica: And just like an assassin she is hovering in going for the head shot.

Mercedes isn’t done as she sits Valentina up. Mercedes takes the moment to quickly bounce off of the ropes, and when she runs back at Valentina she goes for a low dropkick towards Valentina’s face. Valentina rolls out of the way as Vargas hit’s nothing but air. Valentina makes her way back up to her feet as Vargas slowly rises up as well. Valentina stands behind Mercedes yelling at her to turn around, and on cue Mercedes does just that and she walks right into a vicious spine buster that sends Vargas down to the mat. The Spanish Fly screams as she favors her back. Valentina smiles as she drives some boot stomps down to the chest of Vargas before she walks over to the turnbuckles springboarding off of them backwards and landing down hard against the chest of Vargas. She remains on top of her hooking a leg for the pin.

Mark: Valentina finds a way to shape things back in her favor and she has Vargas right where she wants her.

Erica: And just like that this match has gone the other way. Will this be enough?

Valentina remains on top of Vargas as she hooks a leg for the pin fall.

One…


Two….


Thr...NOOOOOOOOO  Vargas finds a way to kick out of the move as she manages to throw a shoulder up. Valentina can’t believe it as she exchanges words with Stringer but Stringer tells Valentina it was a two count.

Mark: I am not sure what arguing with Stringer is going to prove but her mind should be on that of Vargas and not on the referee.

Erica: This will prove to be a big mistake. The time she put into arguing she could have been putting an exclamation point on Vargas.

What Valentina doesn’t see is that Vargas is slowly starting to stand up behind her. Mercedes is finally on her feet, and Valentina doesn’t realize it yet. Valentina finally decides to turn around and when she does she walks right into a Be Still My Heart super kick. It catches Valentina square in the head, and sends the Latina down to the mat. Valentina isn’t moving as Vargas drops down on the mat hooking the leg of Valentina.

Mark: This has to be it. Be Still My Heart and Valentina is out cold!

Erica: Valentina is definitely seeing stars after that knockout shot!

One…


Two…


Three!!!

Erica: SHE DID IT!!! VARGAS HAS BEATEN VALENTINA!!!

Mark: Wait a second, Stringer is waving it off.

Vargas begins to celebrate but Stringer taps Vargas on the shoulder as she points to the ropes which Valentina has managed to get a foot on. Vargas however doesn’t argue with it as she pulls Valentina away from the ropes and goes for another pinfall attempt but this time Valentina scoops Vargas over into a tight cradle hooking the leg for a pin.


One…



Two…


Vargas is the one to kick out at the very last second as the fans are on their feet cheering both of these ladies on.


Mark: What started out as a brawl outside the ring before the match even started has turned into one hell of a wrestling match.

Erica: These two are giving everything they have at the biggest show of the year. They don’t want to be beaten by the other but who will pull out victorious in the end?!

Vargas makes it to her feet as Valentina is slow to get up as well. Vargas doesn’t even let Valentina regain her composure as she immediately springboards off of the ropes and jumps back at Valentina. She hooks her legs around Valentina’s head as she tries to twists her legs going for her multiple headscissors revolutions. It’s to no avail as Valentina manages to lift Vargas high for what appears to be a powerbomb. Vargas shakes her head refusing to go down as she drives punch after punch which causes Valentina to loosen her grip. Vargas legs squeeze tightly around Valentina’s head and she manages to send the other Latina down to the mat with a hurricanrana. Vargas rises back up to her feet as she signals to the crowd.

Mark: And here we go, Vargas is letting everyone know that the end is coming.

Erica: A Black Rose Overdrive may very well be in Valentina’s future.

Vargas smiles as she watches Valentina rise up to her feet. Valentina staggers and she walks right into Vargas who holds her up in the air. She keeps her high up and tries to send her down for her Black Rose Overdrive, but Valentina flips out of it landing on her feet. She is standing in front of Mercedes as she delivers a spinning roundhouse kick to Mercedes head.

Mark: My God what a reversal, she nearly took Vargas head off with that shot.

She isn’t done as she stands behind Vargas. She grabs Vargas wrists from behind as she twists Vargas around so her head is positioned against Valentina’s head and without hesitation Valentina drops straight down planting Vargas head right into the mat.

Erica: DOWN TO EARTH!!!!!

Valentina drops down hooking a leg as Stringer drops down counting.

One…


Two…


Three….

Stringer’s hand slaps on the mat a third time a quarter of a second later Vargas get’s a shoulder up. Stringer looks over at the time keeper as she immediately calls for the bell.

Cory: And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall Valentina Lozano!!!


Valentina stands up as she has her hands raised up high in the air. Vargas struggles to an upright position as she grabs at her head in pain.

Mark: Huge win for Valentina here tonight, but both of these women deserve credit here. Vargas was just a ¼ of a second late of kicking out. Had she managed to react quicker this match would still be going.

Erica: Mercedes Vargas must join the Social Elite! She’s going to have to serve Valentina now….

Valentina walks up the ramp all smiles as Vargas finally rises up. The crowd all on their feet as they cheer on both women for what they just put on tonight.


Those Two Are Real Pistols

After a commercial for the upcoming Season of Champions in Future Shock, we head elsewhere when we find Amber Carano standing alongside two women not seen before in FFW. One is a strikingly beautiful brunette, with an equally striking blonde at her side.

Amber: Amber here upstairs in the skybox where these two women with me were personally invited by Cody Kincaid to Unstoppable tonight. They are Leah Belle and Lizzy Taylor, better known as the Pistols. Ladies, welcome to Unstoppable.

Leah: It's great to be here Amber, damn I love those shoes!

Lizzy: Aw ta very much lovey, we are thrilled to 'ave been invited

Amber: You two are certainly getting the first class treatment here tonight, as I understand Cody Kincaid saw both of you in action elsewhere and was impressed with what he saw. Given what you have seen tonight as compared to where you’ve been, what do you think so far?

Leah: I won't lie, I'm a little sad I didn't know more about this place before we signed a contract elsewhere.

Lizzy: I agree, the women 'ere don't play around like do they?

Amber nods as she listens.

Amber: As you have both seen, it’s what happens in the ring that matters here in FFW. I understand you, Leah, haven’t exactly been enthusiastic about where you currently work, because they are booking you in degrading matches. Is that right?

Leah sighs and nods.

Leah: Yeah, tomorrow night people can watch me in a Twerk Off Challenge against a ho with no booty as opposed to seeing me kick the hos ass in a match, which I'd prefer.

Lizzy turns her head as she tries to contain laughter over the situation, Leah just rolls her eyes at her tag partner not joining in with her amusement.

Amber: That’s unfortunate, to say the least. Given what you have seen tonight, is it likely that we may see the two of you showing the world what you can do in the ring here in FFW?

Leah: You can only push a person so far before they eventually crack.  Our current employers know they have been testing our patience too much already...so we'll just have to wait and see.

Lizzy: Even if they turn it around though, nothing will stop The Pistols in picking up a second contract in the near future.   We just 'ave to wait and see what 'appens.  Maybe one day we'll come in with a 'bang'.

Amber: Thank you for your time tonight, ladies. And enjoy the rest of the show. I hope we get to see you both.

From there, we cut back to the ring.




Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish

Mark: Opportunity knocks right here tonight for one of these two young women here in Los Angeles tonight.

Erica: We’ve got two fan favourites, two former Television Champions with a chance to take a massive step in the Evolution division tonight

The music starts, as the crowd quiets.  A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows.  The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)

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

Cory: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....MISTY WHITMORE!!!

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

They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!

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

Mark: This young fan favourite has certainly come into her own of late and her career is going from strength.

Erica: Misty’s got a very bright future in this industry and a successful TV Title reign was just the start of that.

Cory Kincaid: Making her way to the ring now... hailing from SUNNY PHOENIX, ARIZONA and weighing in at 120 pounds... SUMMERRRRRRRR!

A girlish giggle shatters the silence, bringing the crowd to their feet as the stomping of stiletto heels comes over the speakers. "One Woman Army" by Porcelain Black kicks into high gear over the speakers while red and white spotlights swirl around the crowd.

I'm on the battlefield
Like, oh my God (ooh la la)
Knocking soldiers down
Like house of cards (ooh la la)

A video package bracketed in sunny yellows and oranges appears on the tron, showing a petite redhead woman launching herself from every height imaginable, crashing down on both men and women.

I'm a one woman army (ooh la la)
Yes, I'm a one woman army
(ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la)

Summer appears at the top of the ramp, pumping her arm in the air. She jumps up and down with huge energy and enthusiasm before she sprints to the ring, springing from the floor to the apron in one bounce. She scales the ropes and thrusts both arms in the air, flashing a peace sign with her right and a 'devil horns' rock fist with her left at the crowd. She poses like this for a second before doing a backflip off the top rope, landing in the middle of the ring as the crowd pops loudly.

Erica: Summer is another woman who has a lot of potential in this business too. Her and Misty are going to be looking to steal the show tonight.

Mark: One of the longest reigning TV Champions, a Club CK alumni and you can feel and hear the excitement of the fans in attendance tonight for this battle of the high fliers.

With the crowd buzzing Jennifer Stringer calls for the bell and the two women converge on the middle of the ring, shaking each others hands before. As they break, they step backwards, moving briskly around each other before locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. The two wrestlers push back and forth, neither one seeming to give an inch before Summer finally emerges from the hold with an arm wringer on the young Canadian. Not content with the hold, Summer looks to torque up the hold with another revolution of her arm. Misty’s free hand goes to her shoulder for a moment before she flips through with a handed cartwheel, landing on her feet before she goes for the cartwheel again - this time though she hooks Summers arm and sends her rolling through to the mat and out of the arm wringer.

Mark: A show of good sportsmanship followed by an arm wringer to get us well underway.

Erica: Misty’s showing off her gymnastics backward to get out of it and sends Summer to the mat.

The crowd show their appreciation for both women as they make it to their feet simultaneously. Moving around the ring once more they go for another collar and elbow tie up, Misty getting the advantage this time around and sending Summer to the mat with an armdrag takedown. Summer rolls through and straight to her feet, turning just in time to find Misty Whitmore already in her face and sending her back towards the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Summer lands on her feet, spins and moves towards the rising Misty catching her with a dropkick to the face. Misty hits the mat but an instant later is back on her feet only to catch two quick forearms to the jaw, backing her into the ring ropes. Summer sends her opponent in for the ride, leapfrogging over her as she returns, Misty comes back off the ropes with a springboard crossbody that catches Summer square in the chest, knocking her to the mat as the woman from Phoenix rolls through and finds herself in a pinning predicament on the more recent former TV Champion.

On-

Mark: Barely a one count! A breathless start from these two women.

Erica: Back and forth, totally even - you can’t even slip a piece of paper between these two here tonight.

Whitmore kicks out and starts to rise to her feet as Summer sprints into the ropes behind her springboarding off them and catching the Toronto native with a springboard bulldog. On impact Misty bounces off the canvas to her knees, holding her face and gets dragged upright by Summer who tags her foe with a European Uppercut before whipping her into the corner. The Phoenix resident measures her up and takes off after her, stepping up onto the ring ropes and aiming a boot at the back of Whitmores head with the springboard enzugiri yet only gets a woosh of air as Misty ducks underneath and comes out of the corner. The moment Summer lands on her feet, Misty leaves hers catching her opponent with a calf kick into her jaw that knocks her backwards against the turnbuckle, following the move up with a three quick short knees into the gut.

Mark: Summer was just getting rolling with the springboard bulldog, followed by the Enzugiri.

Erica: But Misty pinned her back with an impressive jumping calf kick, followed by the knees to the gut driving the air out of her opponent as she tries to slow Summer down.

Taking her by the hand Misty sends her across the ring and follows in close behind. Summer attempts to float over but rethinks the move suddenly as Whitmore slams on the brakes, attempting to land her legs on her shoulders only to be telegraphed as the Canadian grabs her legs and elevates her upwards before skipping backward. As soon as the American lands on her feet, a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she sees herself thrown overhead with a German suplex that gets bridged for the pinfall.

Mark: Impressive German suplex from Misty Whitmore as she breaks out her technical expertise in an effort to ground Summer.

Erica: As much as these two can go airborne, they’re also both very sound technical wrestlers too - a facet of their abilities that often gets overlooked.

One

Summer kicks out and the two women roll away from each other and back to their feet, the crowd cheering wildly for them both before settling into duelling Let’s Go Misty Let’s Go Summer chants. With smiles on the faces of both competitors, Misty and Summer circle each other once more before moving towards each other once more, Misty ghosting behind Summer into another rear waistlock. She goes for a second German suplex only for Summer to block this attempt with by hooking her calf around her opponents. Firing an elbow backwards she manages to catch Misty in the side of the head, dazing her just enough to be able to force apart her hands and as Summer spins out of the hold she picks her leg, sending Misty to the canvas. Quickly she stomps Misty in the midsection before spinning around and locking in a spinning toehold. Whitmore lets out a screech of pain as the hold gets applied.

Erica: Evenly split crowd and once more the pendulum swings back in Summer’s favour.

Mark: She’s got the spinning toehold locked in, but Misty doesn’t have an ounce of quit in her body. Best case scenario for Summer is that this softens up Misty for later in the night.

As Summer tries to increase the pressure in the submission hold further, Misty grits her teeth and uses her free leg to deliver a series of kicks into the side of her opponents head that gets her the release. Summer stumbles away and quickly recovers from the blows, heading back towards her opponent as she gets to her feet and takes her back down to the mat once more with a drop toe hold instantly following it up with an STF attempt. Misty wriggles out of it before it can get locked in and comes to her feet, only to find Summer waiting for her. Leaving her feet, Summer lands on Whitmores shoulders and sends her to the canvas with a headscissors takedown. As Misty begins to rise, Summer delivers a knee into her chest, followed by a second before she sends her into the ropes and catches her on the return with a rolling elbow. Whitmore reels backward only for Summer to yank her forward by the wrist and send her to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Summer makes the pin.

Mark: Summer’s really building momentum with a relentless onslaught right now.

Erica: The tempo was pretty high to start off with, but Summer’s finding another gear and kicking it up a notch.

One…

Two…

Misty kicks out, Summer getting to her feet stalking her opponent as she rises, grabbing hold of her wrist as she gets to one knee and yanks her forward into a short knee to the gut. She follows this up by sending the young Canadian wrestler back first into the nearest turnbuckle. A moment after her back hits, Summer connects with a dropkick to the chest having gotten tremendous elevation. As Misty starts to stagger out of the corner, only for Summer to kick her in the gut, hook her head and uses the turnbuckles to drive her down to the mat with a reverse Tornado DDT. The young American quickly gets to her feet, heading for the ring ropes once more as she measures Misty up and  lands on top of her with a perfectly executed Asai moonsault. She kneels up for a moment before falling forward onto Misty and hooking the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mark: Two and half count for Summer from the Asai moonsault, she’s getting closer and closer after taking all the wind from Misty’s sails.

Erica: Misty has to turn the tide back her way though, otherwise Summer will take this match and the place in the Evolution title hunt.

Misty manages to kick out of the cover on two and a half. Summer gets to her feet as Whitmore sits up and delivers a dropkick to her back that causes the girl to grimace in pain. As Whitmore gets to her feet, Summer leaps into the air and finds the Misty’s jaw with a jumping side kick. As soon as the Arizonan lands on her feet she throws herself forward into a handspring bodyblock that catches her foe up against the ropes. Landing on her feet, Summer allows Misty to stagger forward before she hooks her up from behind, spins her around and sends her down to the canvas with a millennium suplex. Whitmore sits up due to the forceful landing of the move before she collapses backwards onto the mat. Summer heads for the corner, climbing up to the top rope quickly and launches herself into the air, spinning through 720 degrees before landing the moonsault. This time she hooks both legs for the pinfall.

Mark: Falling Starr!!! A tribute to Billy Starr and she’s looking for this to pick her up victory her at Unstoppable!!!

One…

Two…

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

Erica: SO CLOSE!! Stringer’s hand was millimetres away from striking the mat there.

At the last moment the Canadian’s shoulder explodes upward off the canvas to keep the match alive. Summer can’t believe it as she checks the count with Stringer, getting the two count confirmed. Summer gets to her feet and pulls Misty Whitmore up to her feet with her, guiding her over to the corner and slamming her headfirst into the top turnbuckle, she spins her around, drops a shoulder and drives it into her midsection. The American connects with a second and third shoulder thrust before she lifts her opponent up onto the top rope. As she climbs up to join her, she rocks Misty backward with some stern looking uppercuts. Finally getting to the top rope, she makes a small sign to the crowd and leaps up onto her shoulders flipping backward for a Frankensteiner. That Misty blocks by holding on to the top rope. Summer flips off Misty’s shoulders and lands on her feet but in the moment it takes for her to find her balance, Misty dives over the top of her and into a sunset flip.

Mark: Sunset Flip! What a counter to the Frankensteiner!!!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Summer kicks out of the pinning combination and looks to pull Misty to her feet, only for Whitmore to act on instinct and drag her downwards into a small package pin.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Erica: Two near falls in quick succession from Misty! Summer’s head has to be in a spin.

Another kickout comes from the American as she keeps the match alive. Once more Summer gets to her feet first and tries to bring the Canadian to her feet, only for Misty to react once more, driving a fist into her opponents gut twice and as she doubles up, hooks her head and drives her into the canvas with a DDT. Misty rolls away, breathing heavily as Stringer checks on both women. Summer slowly starts to rise to her feet, getting to her knees before Misty kips up, spins and starts to unload on her with a volley of stiff martial arts kicks to her chest. Summer fights through the kicks to get to her feet, only for Misty to grab hold of her hand, send her into the ropes and catch her with a Tiger suplex on the rebound. Misty rolls away to the outside, slowly rising to her feet with the aid of the ring ropes and waits for Summer to start to get to her feet before she takes off down the apron, scales the turnbuckle arms like a cat and suicide dives back into the ring, hooking her head and executing a perfect DDT. Summer bounces and rolls to her back on impact and Misty hooks the leg for the cover.

Mark: Modified Sabracadabra!!! Normally done from a suicide dive, but Misty when up the turnbuckles and flew back into the ring!!

Erica: Summer got planted with that huge DDT! This might be all it needs for Whitmore to go home victorious!!!

One…

Two…

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

Misty looks up at the referee pleadingly, still only getting the two count confirmed and heads for the ring ropes, bouncing off them as Summer sits up and delivering a big boot into her face to knock her back down to the mat. She follows it up with another run of the ropes, this time finishing it off with a handspring into a bodysplash and yet again she makes the cover - this time hooking both legs.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Mark: Misty’s rolling and also picked up the win with that impressive combination!

Erica: If she keeps it up Mark, then she’s going to find herself right at the forefront of Evolution Championship contention.

Summer’s arm pops up from the mat at the last moment before falling down lifelessly. The Toronto born wrestler wastes little time in getting to her feet and heading for the top rope, measuring her opponent up before she flips through the air, looking to hit the swanton bomb but getting nothing but mat as her opponent rolls away to safety. Misty comes to her feet as Summer pulls herself up by the ring ropes and as Summer moves towards her, Misty kicks her in the kneecap to take her down to one knee before she tries to lock in the christo, Summer fighting the move and dropping down to the mat for a Samoan drop, breaking the hold before Misty could get it locked in tightly. The two roll away from each other once more and Whitmore just beats Summer to her feet, charging in and leaping at her for the People’s Decree knee strike. Summer manages to catch mid flight, quickly alters up her grasp and attempts to deliver the Heat Stroke saito suplex. Misty has the move scouted out however, pushing herself upwards for a little bit more elevation and landing on her knees. Pushing up quickly, she attempts to hit a codebreaker on Summer, only for the Phoenix based wrestler to push her away and immediately delivers a Flash kick that Misty just managing to sidestep before it connects. Whitmore heads for the ropes, using them as a springboard to leap onto Summer’s shoulders and deliver an inverted spike Hurricanrana. Misty dives into the pin, hooking both legs.

Mark: AD ASTRA!! Devastating spike hurricanrana plants Summer’s head in the mat!!!

Erica: That’s got to be it! This match has to be over following that!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

As the bell rings, Misty slowly pushes her way up to her feet; Stringer raising her hand in victory.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall….MISTY WHITMORE!!!

Mark: A fast paced match that constantly swung back and forth between two of the brightest young talents sees Misty Whitmore edge out ahead and take her place in the Evolution Division.

Erica: Based on this performance though, I’d fully expect Summer to be right behind her. This match could have gone either way.

The roar of the crowd gets louder as Misty helps Summer to her feet and shakes her hand before Summer raises Misty’s hand in the air, the camera cutting elsewhere at the display of good sportsmanship.

[Adam Grant]

Lilly Balboa?

We cut to a video package of the recent Future Shock Redemption event, showing the closing moments of the main event where Lilly Sheffield retained her title against the Modern Day Amazon herself in Rhea Laskaris. And from there, we cut backstage at the Staples Center with Amber Carano standing by with the Future Shock Champion, whose fiance is standing behind her dressed like a trainer in a boxing match.

Amber: You just watched the final minutes of the Future Shock Championship match at Redemption between Rhea Laskaris and my guest at this time, the reigning champion Lilly Sheffield. Congratulations on another successful retention!

Lilly smiles at the interviewer.

Lilly: Thank you Amber. It was a really, really, really tough match - as I expected it was going to be. Rhea’s a tremendous competitor, a great wrestler and a strong woman who can really hurt you. She’s got a really bright future ahead of her.

The brunette nods her head.

Lilly: But I managed to find a way to beat her and to end her streak and now I’m looking forward to the next Future Shock Pay Per View and defending this title against Mel Avilo. Another good, tough match that I’m sure has all the fans looking forward to Absolution at the end of August.

As they spoke, Colin was seen wearing a jacket. And as he turned, there was “Team Lilly” written on the back of it in big silver letters before he turned back around with a grin.

Amber: Colin, that’s a new jacket, isn’t it?

Colin: Yes! I had it made after Redemption, because I feel like I’m training Rocky Balboa now. I’d be Lilly’s cutman if I knew how to do it. So I just settled for the jacket. I feel like Burgess Meredith!

Amber nodded as she turned back to Lilly.

Amber: Lilly, you’re right about Mel. You’ll be meeting her August 23 at Absolution. She earned her shot at you and your title by winning an Alumni Triple Threat. And it’ll be two season champions facing off. What did you learn from watching Mel’s match at Redemption?

As she asked, Colin removed a cigar and bit off the end before looking for a lighter, apparently to really sell the trainer image he saw from Rocky.

Lilly: Well...I guess one of the first things I learned is that she can be really strong when the adrenaline gets flowing and she’s a girl who thinks outside the box. Pulling Leah out from under Helga was a stroke of genius. Besides that, I’d say she’s also something of an opportunist, Mel saw her chance to win the triple threat match and took it. I’ve got to make sure she doesn’t get a chance to do that to me.

Looking back at her fiance she shakes her head and plucks the cigar from his lips.

Lilly: You know I don’t think you can smoke this in here. Isn’t it against the law? Besides I don’t think Amber would appreciate it even if you could. Plus these are really bad for you.

Amber gave Colin a sidelong glance before she shook her head and continued.

Amber: I’d be remiss if I didn’t bring up one other aspect of Redemption. I’m sure you heard the comments from Ignis as well, who is still demanding her championship rematch which she has yet to receive. She also claims that her being at Redemption actually made people see the show, as you saw. What are your thoughts on Ignis’ comments?

The English girl gives it a moments consideration, tapping the cigar gently against the palm of her hand.

Lilly: When I first came to FFW Ignis was one of the more normal, well adjusted, sensible women in the company. For whatever reason - one too many blows to the head or an illness or some sort of parasite or whatever - she’s become one of the more deluded and insane women in the world. Almost like she was cursed by some ancient Chinese woman...a Freaky Friday sorta deal...to swap minds with Casey Atherton. If she thinks people tuned in to see her, rather than a whole card stacked with some of the incredible wrestling talent in the world in dream matches then no-one is going to convince her otherwise. As for her wanting her rematch...well, Mel Avilo is currently the number one contender to the Future Shock Championship, but if I’m still holding it after that match and management hasn’t seen fit to name anyone else as the number one contender I’d be happy to put this title on the line against her and I’ll be happy to shut her up.

Amber: Also, have you given any thought that perhaps Jo McFarlane might want to cash in the Pick Your Poison contract she won at Redemption in an attempt to earn another shot at your title?

Lilly nods.

Lilly: I’ve thought about it. It’d be an honour if Jo picked me to use her Pick Your Poison contract on and she knows and the fans know that it would be a great match to see. If she wants to do that, then yeah, bring it on. Her, Ignis, Mel...I quite like having a pretty full dance card and I’ll do everything I can - and Colin will do everything he can - to make sure my streak continues and my reign with this title carries on for as long as possible.

Colin: Absolutely! Lilly is no joke. She’ll light up every challenger and look to leave them in a puff of smoke.

He gave a thumbs up to the camera before he reached into his pocket and produced another cigar. The girl shakes her head.

Lilly: How many of those do you carry in that jacket? And it’s still illegal for you to smoke in this building. And you’re a lot sexier when you don’t smoke, so you really, really shouldn’t. At all. Ever.

Advancing on him, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. And from there, we cut elsewhere.




Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall...! Introducing first!

Mark: I am joined by the Evolution Champion, Eileen Amaro as she watches two women who are looking to get a step closer to that title around her shoulder.

Eileen: A title Mark, that might not even be on my shoulder by the end of the night if Kinsey has anything to say about it.

The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers.  Samara slowly makes her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp as she’s accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.

John: Hailing from Berkshire, England. Representing Team Kyle, this is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!

The buxom raven haired woman makes her way down, making sure to stay out of touching distance of the crowd, slowly using the steps to climb into the ring as Kyle smirks at her and walks around the ring.  Samara makes her way across to the ropes, smirking as she leans over the top rope, blowing a kiss to the camera-man and giving both fans and viewers a wonderful angle to look at.  Samara removes her sunglasses, handing them to the official so they can be put aside. Cracking her knuckles Samara leans against the far corner, ready for the match.

As we go to the top of the ramp, an unique assembly can be seen. It's a rock band, ready to play live, and the first sound that can be heard is the first guitar noise as it's plugged into a boombox. Among the band's crew, two known faces (for some people) can be seen: Melissa Rodriguez leads the band with the main mic, and Christian Gardner is on bass. As the guitarist plays the first notes of Twelve Stones' "Adrenaline", and the lighting becomes a rave of red and white, the crowd already knows what to expect. The drums kick in, and Melissa picks up the pace.

My heart is beating faster, can't control these feelings anymore
I've waited long enough, I want it more than anyone
It's time to step up and deliver what you wanna see
My blood is pumping, now this is how it's gonna be

A strong roar of a motorcycle can be heard, almost flooding the rock band's sound. Cruising around the band, the chopper parks in front of them.

It's forty-five minutes of love!
I wanna see you push and you shove!
I'll show you just how far to go!
It's time to loose all control!

As the rider jumps off the motorcycle, she removes her helmet and reveals to be, obviously, Alysson Gardner. She greets the crowd with a smile, pointing at the cheering audience...

It's a feeling, I can't control these feelings anymore!
Believe me, my heart is racing and I can't seem to get enough!
Am I dreaming? Just like a drug but I know its just adrenaline - GO!
Just feel it...

MY HEART IS BEATING FASTER!

And as Melissa Rodriguez drops a ground-shaking guttural with the last line, Alysson throws the cross-arm horns, as a pyro show begins atop the ramp! A barrage of red fireworks shoots up for the next few seconds, as the band kicks into a guitar solo mode!

Cory: And her opponent, from the "Rocking" New York City... THE GODDESS OF EXTREME... ALYSSON GARDNER!

Mark: Gardner tonight making her moment at Unstoppable 5 extra special.

As the band keeps playing, Alysson rushes down the entrance aisle and high-fives her fans on her way to the ring, before spearing herself into the ring, twisting her body so she lands with her back to the mat. From that position, she kipups back to her feet and starts showing off for the crowd, climbing the nearest turnbuckle, throwing more cross-arm horns and working up the crowd while the band keeps playing. When they're done with "Adrenaline", the crowd floods the arena with cheers as Alysson then jumps down and takes shelter on her corner, eyeballing Samara directly in the eyes as she removes her biker jacket, throwing it to a lucky spectator.

Referee Kevin Fisk officiates the match as the bell rings and the two women square off. Alysson strafes to the left at a slightly quicker pace while Samara takes a bruiser’s strategy and simply moves in nice and slow. Her eyes never leave Alysson as the two women watch each other slowly before Samara’s fingers twitch and she goes to lock up with Gardner. The Goddess of Extreme uses her slight height advantage to begin to push Samara back when the two women lock up before she immediately breaks the hold and gets Samara in sideways headlock. The redhead squeezes on the brunette’s head and looks at the crowd as she forces The Berkshire Brawler up and sends her to the ropes.

As Samara comes back off of them as Gardner runs towards the opposite ropes and catches Samara flush with a moonsault from the springboard. She lands right on top of The Berkshire Beauty and the New York resident hooks her opponent’s leg as Fisk slides in for the cover!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

The Succubus immediately kicks out as the Staples Center makes a mix of boos, whistles and catcalls with Samara laying on her back. Gardner however keeps the offense going as she forces The Berkshire Brawler up to her feet and then drops her onto the mat with a body slam. She quickly looks to the ropes and then goes running towards them before she springs off and immediately comes down with an attempted mushroom stomp but Samara quickly rolls out of the way. Gardner quickly hits the Succubus with a bell clap to keep her equilibrium off before hitting her with another when she stumbles forward into Gardner’s space. Alysson quickly leaps and then dropkicks Samara right out of the ring!

Mark: Alysson out of the gate like a shot already here! Beautiful moonsault there and offense just coming out from there.

Eileen: Samara’s pacing around... She doesn’t seem happy with how things have started yet and Kyle’s got the same look on his face.

The two only share a look before the Berkshire Beauty begins to walk around on the outside while Alysson throws up the devil horns to the cheers of the Staples Center. It appears that Samara isn’t paying her any mind, her back slightly turned to her as Alysson comes running and leaps over the ropes. This time the Englishwoman notices but Gardner is already bouncing off the ropes from the outside, going for an Asai Moonsault...

...

AND GETTING A SUPERMAN PUNCH IN THE FACE UPSIDE-DOWN!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Mark: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!

Eileen: ...For the love of Kami, Samara...Was that REALLY necessary?

Alysson’s body lands rather grimly, her hair a puddle of red as she lays on the ground and Samara stares over her, panting. She kisses her knuckles since she didn’t get before hitting The Goddess of Extreme with her knuckles. The Berkshire Brawler grips Alysson by the hair and forces her up slowly before she slowly begins to roll her into the mat. Samara rolls into the mat after her and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

...

Kickout!

The L.A. Crowd lets out a wild cheer when Gardner gets her shoulder up, looking slightly dizzied. The Berkshire Brawler isn’t having any of that though as she quickly gets Alysson up and irish-whips her into the corner. Samara continues the pressure and begins to light Alysson up with straight rights and lefts, tagging her in the ribs, the liver and the face. Samara begins shifting to the left and right before tagging Alysson a few more times in the ribs as she hangs on the ropes. Fisk begins to tell Samara off that she can’t go for that many shots with a closed fist but Samara holds her hands up and begins to walk away from Alysson... Only to turn around on her heel and go back to punching away, hooking Alysson’s left arm around the ropes and peppering her kidneys with a wicked look on her face.

Samara grabs Alysson’s wrist and pulls her out of the corner before hitting her with a forearm strike from a short-arm pull. Alysson falters back into the corner, hanging backward with a dazed look on her face. The Berkshire Brawler kisses her knuckles again, and walks to the opposite corner of the ropes, licking her lips. She comes in hot, running towards Gardner but Alysson doesn’t have any of it this time and when Samara comes running towards her she gets speared nearly out of her boots! The Staples crowd lets out a sound of shock as Alysson pants and stands over The Berkshire Brawler... Before she twists around and drops to the mat... Beating on the mat like war drums.

Eileen: ...She’s going for the G-Spot...

Mark: One vicious Frankensteiner Facebuster that I don’t think Samara is going to be quite prepared for!

The Staples Center claps along for Alysson as she licks her lips and Samara begins to stumble to her feet, looking like she’s not too sure of where she’s at and hugging her ribs. Alysson takes a few steps backward, staring at the ropes. She kicks them and then bounces just as the Berkshire Brawler gets to her feet, hitting her with the Frankensteiner Facebuster as Samara’s body goes still and she lays face down in the mat. Aly lets out a breath of air and rolls The Succubus over before going for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

...

Kickout.

Samara gets a hand up by the near three and Aly sits on her rear, looking at Fisk miserably as she asks if it was a three even though she knows it was a two.

Eileen: A G-SPOT but Samara is hard to put down. It’s funny, these two women have both had reigns in hardcore divisions and that probably owes to their ridiculous stamina. They’re throwing finishing moves at each other like its going out of style.

Mark: Likely the only way we’re going to see an ending out of this match.

Alysson kip ups and digs a hand deep into the hair of the Berkshire Beauty before she drags her face across the ropes and then hangs her into the turnbuckle. Gardner quickly moves half-way across the ring before she comes running back before she turns one hundred and eighty degrees on her heel and kicks Samara in the chest with a vicious mule kick that seems to absolutely wake the Englander up but causes her eyes to roll and drop back into the corner, letting out pants for air. As the Staples Center cheers her on, Alysson gets into the opposite corner and pulls at the ropes. She raises her hands for the devil horns and goes running before she leaps at Samara’s crouched position in the corner and begins to ride her shoulders with the Berkshire Brawler’s face between her legs with a Bronco Buster but the effect is more on repeatedly bouncing up and down on Samara’s chest and crushing her ribs underneath all that weight than anything else. Samara drops against the ropes, coughing as Gardner smirks and drags Samara near the corner.

She points at the top turnbuckle.

Mark: It looks as if there’s a Shooting Star Senton in Samara’s future here and Alysson is now climbing the ropes. She’s got the perch and she’s looking to come down with authority.

The Goddess of Extreme indeed leaps off her perch and executes a perfect Shooting Star into what looks as though it’s going to be an amazing senton but Samara was rolling away just in time and Alysson only gets a part of her back! ...Still, Samara’s gotten a bit of the maneuver and Fisk quickly slides in to make the count as Alysson hooks the Team Kyle member’s legs, scooping them up and using them as leverage to put more of her weight on Samara’s shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

...

KICKOUT

Eileen: G-EFFECT but... Gardner didn’t get all of it and Samara kicks out once more! She certainly isn’t going to make it easy for the former Ultraviolence Champion. ...I should know.

As the Staples Center rumbles on Alysson doesn’t show her frustration but she does look mildly irritated. She quickly drags Samara towards a corner and slips the Berkshire Brawler’s legs up and slips her through the corner before she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle again as Samara struggles to pull herself out of the corner. Gardner doesn’t look like she wants any of that to happen and leaps, going for another mushroom stomp but The Berkshire Beauty doesn’t let this happen, wrapping her hands around the top corner ropes and squeezes herself hard against the third turnbuckle as Gardner lands on her feet! Samara pulls herself out and gets on her own two feet before she shoots an elbow back and catches Aly in the nose! She turns right around from that and Samara goes right back to tagging her with punches! Aly quickly attempts for a Bell Clap again but Samara sees it coming as she shoots her arms up to block it, grabs Gardner’s arms and holds her into a double-arm position before she uses it into a modified snap DDT. Alysson’s head gets pumped into the mat and with a lick of her lips, Samara covers this time!

ONE!

TWO!

...

KICKOUT!

Alysson begins to rise up and yet... Samara hasn’t completely broken that double-arm hold, still clutching one of Gardner’s arms in a half-nelson position in the reverse. She breaks the grip but immediately gets a half-nelson the correct way with the once free arm and presses her entire forearm up against the throat of Gardner. The ring veteran’s eyes bug out as she realizes what The Berkshire Brawler is playing at and immediately Gardner kicks to her legs and begins to try and shrug her off! Gardner actually runs right backward and slams The Succubus back-first into the turnbuckle before she stumbles out but Samara still has the hold applied!

Eileen: ...That’s... I... I think that’s a Katahajime?

Mark: It has many names, Eileen! Some call it the Katahajime, some call it the Half Nelson Choke but I believe Samara calls it a STEELE GRIP! ...Though with her recent decision to just go by her first name... Maybe it’s a Berkshire Grip? A Succubus’s Grip? I don’t know but the veteran knows what she’s been locked into and wants to get out of it!

Gardner quickly grips the ropes and Fisk begins to tell Samara that if she continues the hold he’ll disqualify her! Fisk begins to count when Samara refuses to break it! Before he gets to count The Berkshire Brawler solves the problem by turning her half-nelson choke into a half-nelson suplex! She jerks Gardner right off the ropes and slamming backward into the middle of the ring. Gardner begins to tap with no other options to her as her face grows as red as the hair. It’s only then that Samara begins to relent but not at first!

Cory: Here is your winner by submission... “THE BERKSHIRE BEAUTY” .... SSAMMAARRRAAA!

Mark: A hell of a fight from Alysson Gardner tonight but Team Kyle’s own looks to get right back on track to the Evolution Championship.

As “Lady Venom” plays Samara lets Kyle roll into the ring to raise her hand before she leans over towards the commentary table and flashes a wicked smirk to Eileen before motioning over her hardened waist. The Evolution Champion stares right back at her, fingers intertwined as Alysson pulls herself up and looks between the two, the Goddess of Extreme obviously not done yet.


Look Who’s Back

The show cuts to the back as we find the very pleased looking COO of FFW, Cody Kincaid. Dressed in an uncustomary suit and tie since it is the biggest show of the year, his smile grows when he hears the pop in the arena.

Cody: Last night, we inducted some very deserving women both here and no longer with us into the Hall of Fame. It was an amazing night, and I was happy to get to hear the speeches and see the emotion. But as much as I enjoyed that, tonight is Unstoppable as you know. And at this show, we like to give you the best matches possible. Matches you have never seen before, and that’s pretty much the case up and down the card actually. And we also enjoy sharing big news with you. That...is what I am here to do now actually. A little while ago, a woman who has a tremendous fan following pretty much wherever she has gone and continues to enjoy has rejoined FFW.

A bit of a buzz is heard throughout the arena now.

Cody: And while she has been handling some lecherous individuals of late, she will be making her in-ring full time return to FFW. And it starts on our upcoming international tour. Please welcome back……..FREYA KANE!!

Standing next to Cody Kincaid in a beautiful black dress is Freya Kane herself.  The crowd roars with cheers and approval seeing her.  Freya can’t help but smile at the reaction she’s gotten.

Freya: It’s true.  Just when you thought it was safe again, I’m here.  Might be asking yourself why.  Why did Freya come back?  Hell, last time we saw her she was getting her ankle smashed in by the now FFW Champion.

Boos for that mention.  Mostly because no one really cares for Mika.  Freya nods her head in agreement.

Freya: Boo indeed.  Though some of you were probably saying Boo-Urns instead.  That’s fine.  But that’s my legacy here in FFW.  Never won a match.  My two top rivals are on cloud nine this weekend.  Just seems only natural that I come here ready to rain on some parades and kick some wholesale ass.

Even more cheers from the L.A. crowd.

Freya: I thought to myself Unstoppable, that’s how I feel right now.  Yeah I’m coming off of surgery and rehab.  Yeah, I might not be at peak shape but it’s a process and a process I’m damn sure busting my ass off for every single one of you!

Cody: I’m glad to hear it. How do you feel about kicking things off with your grand return on Velocity in Tokyo, Japan?

He asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he looked down to her.  Freya’s jaw drops.

Freya: I… I would love it.  I’ve never wrestled in Japan before.  Always wanted to and, yes, that sounds great!

Cody: And how would you feel if it was against...a member of the Social Elite?

Freya: The Social Elite eh…?

She grins.

Freya: Doesn’t sound too bad.  Feel like I might be able to get some retribution on someone’s part who is no longer with this company.

Cody: I agree. So that’s why come Velocity, I’m going to put you one on one against the co-leader of the group and the woman who clearly has some kind of foot fetish in Valentina Lozano.

Freya’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.

Freya: That would be wonderful.  I’m pretty sure I know someone who can tell me every little thing there is to know about beating Lozano.

And a very small T.J.H chant breaks out before stopping rather quickly.

Freya: Facing the foot fetish queen would be rather fun.

Cody: Well you saw what she did to Mercedes, just don’t let it happen to you.

Freya nods her head in agreement.

Freya: Kissing feet isn’t something I do.  Eating feet is what Valentina does.  I look forward to this, Cody.  Thank you.  And thank you FFW for having me back again.

Cody gives her a hug as we hear a very loud reception in the arena. And from there, we cut back to the ring.




Cory: The following contest is the finals of the CHASE FOR THE CROWN!  Introducing first…

The lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring. Some of these scenes are very blurry and it's hard to tell if the woman is even Nessa or someone who just vaguely resembles her.

My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!

Cory: Making her way to the ring now, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and accompanied by her manager and love of her life, Alex Houser... she is the woman you LOVE to hate... CANADIAN BITCHSAUCE... NESSA WALL!

Nessa Wall steps out at the top of the ramp and stands there for a moment, staring straight ahead at the ring while a series of pink and purple pyros explode along the ramp. She then spins and is caught in the strong arms of Alex Houser as she fakes a swoon, seemingly at her own awesomeness.

She wakes up scared of getting old
She don't feel no shame
She knows so many pretty boys
but they are all the same

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she seems completely oblivious to the attention of the few supporters she does have in the crowd. She knows every eye is on her, and she loves every minute of it. The rain of pyros follow the pair down to the ring as Nessa plants a very lewd kiss on Houser's lips before letting him escort her the rest of the way to the ring, pausing to talk trash to fans along the way.

They said "Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do"
She says "um, nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you"

That girl is a genius
Who o o o o ohw
I think she's serious
Who o o o o ohw

As the driving rock beat of Jet continues to rape every ear drum in attendance, Nessa climbs into the ring and immediately comes to life, sprinting across and jumping up on the turnbuckles in the corner. Thrusting her fist in the air with one hand, she presses her palm to her lips and blows a kiss to her devoted manager with the other before hopping down as her music fades out.

Pollaski: AW YEAH!  CHASE FOR THE CROWN FINALS!  TELEVISION TITLE SHOT ON THE LINE!   HERE WE GO!

Mai: … A little too much sugar there, fat man?

Pollaski: Hey, anything to build some excitement here.  Neither of these ladies are all that beloved by the fans.

Mai: … Are you fucking insane?  This is like the best match ever!   I love both these women!

Cory: And her opponent…

The lights go out as if a sudden blackout has struck the arena. And then a booming voice announces...

"DON'T STOP THE PARTY!!!"

A binary beat starts, not yet into the song, as an array of street dancers, breakdancers and freestyle performers bolt into the arena, strutting, jumping, parading with the beat. Some of them jump into the ring, but most of them just surround it; the ones inside the ring put on a small show of freestyle and breakdancing, flipping in the air, spinning in place, all the flippy-doos you can shake a stick at. After a minute or so of spectacle, the DJ Reiha Laine comes through the entrance gate, as the Black Eyed Peas' "Don't Stop the Party" starts for good. She struts her way to the ring and waves the booing fans off, parading like it's nobody's business.

Cory: from Helsinki, Finland... DJ REIHA LAINE!

Once she reaches the ring apron, two of the surrounding dancers pick her up and lift her onto the ring apron. She lands gracefully before soaring into the ring - again, with the aid of other two dancers, who hold the ropes for her. As the dancers make their way out of the ring and ringside, DJ Laine climbs a turnbuckle and looks over the audience, throwing her dark glasses, her sparkling jacket and her fedora to the crowd before jumping down

Mai: What an entrance by the DJ!  She’s turned the Staples Center into a dance club!

Pollaski: It’s a full on party up in this bish!  All we need now is a guy dressed in a bunny suit!

Mai: … You need guys in bunny suits to have a party?

Pollaski: Trust me.  I know these things.

*DING DING DING!*

The bell rings, and both women step out of their corners, heading into the middle of the ring.  As they’re about to lock up, Laine immediately backflips, then calls time out to a confused Nessa.  As Nessa arches an eyebrow, Laine goes into a quick series of elaborate footwork, punctuating it with a spin, then dropping down into the splits and yo-yoing herself back up without any effort whatsoever!

Mai: Now that’s some hot dancing.

Pollaski: Psh… I could totally do that.  With some wires.  And maybe a spotter.  An a licesned physician standing by.

As the crowd gives Reiha a rare pop, the DJ points to Nessa, who at first is taken aback by this, not to mention the fans cheering for her.  But Nessa, sketchy at first, starts getting into her own groove, Bopping back and forth, and doing another spin as well! 

Pollaski: Well, look at that!  Nessa’s got some moves as well!

Mai: See?  Greatest match ever.  And dance contest!  Maybe there should be a-

*POW!*

The crowd’s appreciation ends abruptly as Nessa goes and tries the splits of her own.  At that, Reiha grins sinisterly, and charges forward, putting a toe kick right under Nessa’s chin!  Wall flops back to the mat, her eyes rolling in her head, as Laine goes for the cover!

Mai: Well, I can safely say I didn’t see that coming!

Pollaski: Absolute cheapshot from DJ Laine, and she’s going for a record one hit knockout!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

The crowd (who absolutely LOATHS what just happened) cheers as Nessa’s shoulder pops off the mat at the last instant, and Laine looks slightly annoyed that her sneak attack plan failed.  She growls, and grabs Nessa by the hair, and flings her throat first across the bottom rope.  Using the top rope for leverage, she stamps down repeatedly on the back of Nessa’s head, earning a well deserved five count from referee Melinda Davis.  Davis actually has to pry Laine away in lieu of disqualification.  Laine shoves the ref away though, and stamps back down, this time holding her foot in place as she chokes Nessa on the ropes, earning another five count! 

Pollaski: I can’t believe this!  DJ Reiha Laine is out-bitching the Canadian Bitchsauce!

Mai: I know… I think I’m in love..

This time, Laine voluntarily breaks on four, but issues a threat to the ref about staying out of her way.  She grabs Wall by the hair again, and jerks her to her feet, bouncing her off the ropes, scooping, and driving her into the mat with a powerslam, cockily going for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Mai: Wall powers out, but you can tell she’s taken quite a beating already!

Pollaski: This was the last thing Nessa Wall was expecting today.   I mean… look at Houser.  When’s the last time HE didn’t know what to do?

Sure enough, the camera cuts to a mortified looking Alex Houser who is clearly stunned as the fans are, before going back to the ring, Laine has Nessa hooked up, and tosses her across the ring with a release German Suplex, Nessa landing hard on her head and neck area.   She still tries to stagger to her feet, but Laine catches her with a snapmare, putting her into a seated position.  Laine bounces off the ropes and lands a vicious dropkick to the face, plowing Nessa back into the mat.  As Nessa holds her face, kicking her legs in agony, Laine begins to spin in a break dance, even doing that spining while hopping on one hand move before kipping back to her feet, holding her hands out wide for the adulation of the crowd (of course, she’s booed to high heaven).

Pollaski: Someone get us a cardboard box!  DJ Laine is a breakdancing fool, and Nessa Wall looks like a drunk homeless person who lost a fight over a dumpster!

Mai: These fans have no taste for the ultra fine art of breakdancing. 

Laine stands over the groggy Wall, taunting her, before pulling her up by the hair.  Nessa starts trying to fight back with fists to the midsection, driving Laine back, but the DJ follows up with a vicious knee to her sternum, doubling her over.   Laine finishes by leaping up and driving her head into the mat with a famouser to the groans of the crowd!  Nessa, racked with pain, rolls over onto her back, and Laine gets a sinister grin on her face.  She runs across the ring, then dives to the mat, arching her back to pop back up!

Mai: Is she… is she doing THE WORM?!

Pollaski:  She is!  What kind of sicko- ONLY A MADMAN WOULD TURN THE WORM INTO AN ATTACK MOVE!

On the last pop up, Laine simply falls forward , going for a headbutt on Nessa’s face- only for Wall to roll out of the way, and DJ crashes headfirst into the mat!

Pollaski: … Backfired.  Like it only would to a madman.

Mai: Maybe Laine got a bit TOO carried away with the breakdancing taunts.
 
Pollaski: Ya don’t say…

For a second, both women lie on the ground, holding their heads in pain, as Melinda Davis is seriously considering to start the tencount or not.  She doesn’t as both women begin to scrabble to their feet, Nessa using the ropes to assist her, but Laine rises faster on her own accord.  She moves in on Nessa, but Wall leaps up with a dropkick, catching Laine high and knocking her down.  She tries to rise again, this time even faster, but Wall gets up too and catches her with another dropkick.  On a third time, Wall is up much quicker, and goes for a front kick on the rising DJ, only for her foot to be caught.  No matter- Wall counters into the enziguri, and again Laine goes pitching into the mat!

Pollaski: Nessa Wall is trying to string some attacks together.  She’s taken a beating, but she’s still in the running for this Chase for the Crown- and a shot at the Television Championship!

Mai: It’s got to be frustrating for Laine.  Such a brilliant offensive onslaught to start the match, but it didn’t get her the win, and her momentum seems to be stalling. 

Nessa lies on the mat, breathing heavily, trying to will some more strength back in her, while a short distance away, Reiha is also sucking wind, still trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head.   Nessa rises first, and catches Reiha as she rises, locking her in a headlock.  She springboards off the rope, driving her head into the mat with a bulldog!

Mai: It took a while for Nessa to clear her head, but she’s starting to do so.

Pollaski: It’s never good to have a dizzy Snarktopus, that’s for sure.

Nessa pounces on Reiha’s back, locking on a double-armed chickenwing, the DJ yelping in pain from the hold.  Using her superior strength, Laine tries to roll Nessa over onto her back, but Nessa manages to roll the move through.  Unfortunately, this takes them into the ropes, and Davis orders a break.  Nessa releases on three, and gets to her feet, watching Laine as she attempts to rise, and hitting the ropes with perfect timing, springboarding off and taking Laine down with a beautiful headscissors!

Pollaski: Nessa showing some textbook strengths, there.  A great technical move comboed intno a fantastic high flying move.

Mai: I think she’s still pissed about the cheapo kick to start the match!  She looks kinda cute when she’s pissed…

Nessa catches Laine again as she rises, and drives her head into the mat with a Russian legsweep, going for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Mai: Laine kicks out, but she’s certainly feeling some adverse effects of the punishment Nessa Wall is dishing out.

Nessa goes after Laine again, only for the DJ to headbutt her in the gut, driving her back just a bit. Reiha uses the opening to launch a European uppercut at Nessa’s face, but the Snarktopus dodges, catching Reiha’s arm, and wrenching it behind her.  From the arm wrench, she tries for a single-arm suplex, but Laine is just too much woman for her to do it.  As Nessa ponders what to do, Laine reaches back, then bends forward, flipping Nessa over her with a judo-style toss.  Nessa lands on one knee, and immediately gets up, before Reiha can capitalize on the counter.  She grabs Reiha, and whips herrnbuckle, then into the far turnbuckle, then gets a running start, going into a handspring, flipping over until she impacts Reiha in the corner with an elbow to the face!

Pollaski: Nessa just told Reiha Laine to STFU!  She gave that bitch an elbow!  Bitches love elbows!

Mai: And now she should twerk.  I’m not actually sure what competitive advantage that woud bring, but GOD it’d be hot!

Instead, Nessa grabs Reiha’s head, and slams her into the mat with another bulldog.  She kicks Reiha over onto her back, then runs to the ropes, bouncing off them with a lionsault, landing flush atop Laine!

Mai: Woman on woman with perfact impact!  And that’s a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Pollaski: NO!  Laine kicking out, but Nessa needs to keep up the pressure.  She’s cracking Reiha here!

Wall gets to her feet, and moves across the ring, beckoning furiously for Laine to get up.  As Laine slowly but groggily gets to her knees, Nessa grins, blowing a kiss at Reiha, moving in for the kill.

Mai: Here comes KISSY KISSY!

Pollsaki: Kissy kissy makes me happy honey honey sweet as candy…

Mai: DUDE!  YOU KNOW SMILE.DK!

Pollaski: I LOVE SMILE.DK!

*POW!*

As Nessa moves in for the kill, Reiha punches out, the haymaker catching Nessa right between the legs as she went into her kick.  Nessa’s foot still grazes Laine’s head, knocking her down, but Nessa goes down with a scream, collapsing to the mat, in a fetal position, her hands between her legs as she flops like a fish from the agony.

Mai: OMIGOD!  Reiha lashing out and she just caught Canadian Bitchsauce in her Snarktopussy!

Pollaski: Horrible move!  Absolute dirty-ass crunk move by Reiha Laine there!

The crowd is fully jeering as Reiha pushes herself to her feet, grinning evilly as she swaggers over to where Nessa lies.  After taunting the downed Canuck, Laine goes into another elaborate breakdancing move, the crowd now clearly no longer appreciative of her mad skillz.   As she finishes her routine, she leaps up and drops a leg right across Nessa’s throat!

Pollaski: By hook or by crook, Laine is trying to re-assert her control in this match, and she goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Mai: Nessa rolling the shoulder!   Oh, by the way, we should TOTALLY start a Smile.dk fanclub.

Pollaski: I’m down with it.

Laine tries to drag Nessa to her feet, but Nessa fires back with two rapid fire elbows, doubling Laine over.  Nessa leans into her, getting her on her shoulders, and flipping her onto the mat with a fireman’s carry.  Laine immediately tries to get back up, but as she raises her head, Wall stamps down, driving her head back into the mat.  Laine lies still on the mat, and agaiin Wall goes for the ropes springboarding off in a magnificent backflip, and landing with both feet right on Laine’s chest!

Mai: Big double footstomp there, although it’s almost tragic to see such beautiful mammaries get crushed like that.

Pollaski: Nessa’s getting some big impact with her moves, and there’s the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Laine pops the shoulder up, and Nessa lands a couple of shots to her side out of frustration.  She hauls Laine up, but Reiha goes for the eyes, blinding Nessa.  Reiha then grabs Nessa in a clinch, and drives a knee repeatedly into her abdomen, landing a good half dozen shots.  She then grabs Nessa by the back of her head, driving her head down while at the same time driving her knee up, the sickening crack echoing around the arena as Nessa flops lifeless to the mat!

Pollaski: Dear god, another knockout shot!  I’ll be stunned if Nessa doesn’t have a concussion by the end of this one!

Mai: Laine’s really putting her striking prowess to good use.  And her breakdancing again, it seems.

Sure enough, Laine’s gone into another mocking dance, drawing the ire of the fans as she does a couple more spins and even adds a flip-do.  She then stands over Nessa grinning evilly as she signals for the end!

Mai: Here comes MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR!

…

Nessa rolls out of the way.

Pollaski: Laine took way too long there, but credit Nessa for keeping herself alive and having enought strength to keep the ending from happening even though she was barely conscious!  Both women pulling out all the stops- they want the chase, and they want that TV title shot!

As the crowd applauds appreciatively, both Nessa and Reiha are down on the mat, wiht Nessa holding her head, and Reiha holding her leg, nursing from where she took the Murder’s impact.   This time, Melinda does initiate the ten count.

Pollaski: Well what the fuck good is a ten count gonna do?  We need a winner here!

Mai: If double count out, we decide it From Russia With Love style!  I get to be Bond!

Both women begin to stagger to their feet, and Melinda promptly drops the count well before necessary.  Both women get up at about the same time, but Reiha makes the first move, charging forward with a butterfly kick- that misses as Nessa rolls away.  Nesa dives forward, going into a handstand, and before Reiha can comprehend it, Nessa’s legs are around her neck.  Nessa uses every ounce of leverage she can muster to flip Reiha over, SPIKING her head into the mat as she comes up on top, quickly hooking both legs!

Mai: HOLY SHIT A STANDING BITCHSAUCE IM IN LOVE!

Pollaski: Nessa just caught Reiha completely offguard!  She’s got leverage!  Is this it-?

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Pollaski: IT IS!  NESSA TAKES THE CHASE!

The crowd pops slightly as Nessa dives forward, a look of astonishment on her face as she scrambles to her feet.  Davis comes over and raises her hand, and Nessa grins as she practically dives out of the ring into the waiting arms of Alex Houser.  Meanwhile, Laine looks a bit surprised at having everything slip away so suddenly.

Cory: Your winner of the match… AND of the Chase for the Crown…. NESSA WALL!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: Uh… Laine meant to do that.

Pollaski: Yeah, no one bought it the first time, Mai!   Well it looks like either Kelly or Neveah better watch the fuck out, because one of them just got themselves a date with the Snarktopus!

The last thing we see before cutting away is Nessa and Houser snogging each other in a most disgusting fashion, as Laine looks on, clearly annoyed.

[Adam Grant]

Meet the Champions

The video wall is shown next as we find Adam Grant sitting on a rather comfortable looking sofa with a monitor hanging behind him. And at his right is a face familiar to all FFW faithful in the form of one third of the FFW Trios Champions, Casey Atherton.

Adam: Just last week, we crowned the 14th season champion of Future Shock when Sylvia Crowley defeated Kimmi Hate in a submission match. And yes, I am well aware of Kimmi’s objections to that match. With that said though, we can look ahead to the upcoming fifteenth season, otherwise known as the second Season of Champions! Joining me is the woman who was the first holder of what is the Future Shock Championship currently held by Lilly Sheffield. Casey, thanks for joining me. How do you feel about Kimmi’s objections to last week’s finale?

Casey: Well...Kimmi obviously wanted to win Season 14 a lot; she went to great lengths to secure herself a spot in the final, pissed off a lot of people in doing so - which is almost certainly going to come back and bite her in the ass eventually. So I can kind of understand why she’s throwing her tantrum now, but at the end of the day it boils down to a safety issue and Davis did what she had to do to make sure that Kimmi still has a career today rather than severe damage due to a lack of blood and oxygen to her brain. If Davis hadn’t called the match when she did then Sylvia would probably still be stood in the middle of the ring with the hold locked in right now.

Adam nodded in agreement.

Adam: I couldn’t agree more. Coming up, we have the second Season of Champions, as I mentioned. That’s where returning champions from seasons past come back and all of them will be competing for a match to face the FFW Champion in a non-title match. If they win that match, well that puts them right in line for a title shot later. It also goes to show that the woman who wins definitely has something special. Winning a season of Future Shock once is already a monumental challenge. But if you can do it twice? Well that says a great deal to me.

This time Casey nods in agreement.

Casey: That’s right. I’ve come close to doing so and that in itself is something I consider to be a massive achievement, one of the proudest accomplishments in my life. To do it a second time? I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that is. It’s certainly something that’s reflected in the prize that’s on offer to the woman who can do it. An opportunity to prove that you can take it to the best in the company and maybe get a chance from their to make history and become the first ever Future Shock graduate to win the FFW Championship...Definitely reflects the challenge these women are facing.

Adam: And remember, Future Shock is moving to Tuesday nights starting with this season. And the first challenge kicks off on August 19th. That’s when the Season of Champions begins. So let’s introduce you to the five women you’ll be seeing.

Adam glances back to the monitor behind them as the first picture pops up.

Adam: And looks like we are starting with the woman who just won the last season, that’s Sylvia Crowley. You saw her capture her the title last week, as we already mentioned. And I’m pretty sure she’ll be bringing the same level of chaos into the Season of Champions as she did in Season 14.

Casey: Sylvia was definitely a popular woman in Season 14, winning not only the vote to put her into the final, but also performing well in numerous other votes throughout. If can she ride that wave, she’ll be a danger to just about everyone in this competition. That’s before we talk about her in-ring ability. The final showed us she had tremendous resilience, learned a lot from those people around her and a certain fire and fury to her attacks. The weeks leading up to it though, showed that she might not be all that disciplined when it comes to the victim of her wrath - as I’m sure Tay Heafy would attest. Basically, she’s a constant threat and someone the fans have some connection with. Don’t take your eyes off her for a moment, whether facing her or partnering her and you should be okay. Hopefully.

The next image on the screen behind them brings a smile to Adam’s face.

Adam: And there’s a woman who I feel is probably the most successful graduate Future Shock has ever produced: my wife better known to FFW fans as Lightning. She’s won championships again and again, including the Television Title twice and the Unity titles. She also won the Second Chance Season after she got eliminated in the first round back in Season Five. Casey, I gotta lean towards her as a heavy favorite.

Casey takes a deep breath and lets out a small sigh.

Casey: Adam might be just a teeny tiny little bit biased there, but he’s correct about her accomplishments since her brief first appearance in the competition and yes, I’ll grant you that she’s the most decorated Future Shock alumni. Lightning has definitely shown that she’s got all the wrestling talent in the world and can pick up victories when it matters most. I certainly wouldn’t be at all surprised to see her in the final...but, there is a reason she went out so early in Season Five and an argument could be made that there was an element of sympathy voting maybe during Second Chance so I certainly wouldn’t say it’s a surefire, bet my house on it certainty.

Adam: We’ll see. Who’s up next?

The next image appears on the screen.

Adam: Ahh, the champion of the Ultraviolence Season and also the girlfriend of Sylvia Crowley, who we already mentioned. Marla Lee needs no introduction. This should be a very interesting dynamic as these two are dating, in Team Kyle together, and could end up facing one another more than once before the Season of Champions concludes. Marla is definitely a threat, and also has no shortage of tricks up her sleeve as the women in Season 11 can tell you.

Casey: That’s definitely going to be an interesting dynamic don’t you think? There’s the potential here for Marla and Sylvia to wind up on opposite sides of the ring on more than one occasion. How they handle that could definitely have quite an effect on the fans perception of them. They both bring an element of chaos with them too, so maybe they’ll split that section of the fanbase too and neither get the benefit or their core support. Marla’s certainly got the talent and had the support of the fans in a season 11 that didn’t have many likable people in it. She could make it all the way, but a lot depends on the answers to those questions I posed moments ago.

Adam looks back to the monitor with an amused look on his face before he glances over to Casey.

Adam: Next is the only woman who didn’t win a season in this competition, but earned her way into it by virtue of winning the 2013 Future Shock Cup. A woman who has been on quite the roll, aside of one pinfall loss, and someone my guest here knows very well. Casey, you faced her last year at Unstoppable. And I mean of course….”The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray.

Casey: Yes. Jodie Gray. The one woman revolution.

The redhead rolls her eyes, whispering a little mantra to herself for a moment.

Casey: Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

Taking a deep breath she forces a smile on her face and clears her throat.

Casey: Jodie’s won the Future Shock Cup, come back and has done okay in terms of wins and losses. Talents there, but I’m putting a huge question mark over her mental strength. When things are going well lifes a beach for her, when the slightest thing goes wrong then instantly it flicks to life’s a bitch and she gets all whiny and…

Casey shakes her head.

Casey: Take into account that she’s not won a season or ever really gone far and that she’s never come across as anything but an unlikable little cu---curr, I think it’s not unreasonable to say that her work is cut out for her if she has realistic designs on meeting the FFW Champion.

Adam: How’s that professionalism working out for you? And you said I was biased when we talked about Lightning. I’d agree Jodie has done well for herself, and it’s fair to note she did defeat the last person to win the Season of Champions recently at Relentless. She also came fairly close to being a two time Future Shock Cup winner too.

It was clear that Adam was enjoying this just a little.

Adam: You don’t think her odds are still all that great, given all the evidence?

A shake of the woman’s head.

Casey: Like I said she’s got some talent in the ring and all those things you’ve highlighted prove it. But you’ve watched your fair share of Future Shock seasons. Ever seen someone clean sweep every wrestling challenge? Cause she’ll need the immunity from the fan votes there. And you’ve seen the voting patterns in the past. Has anyone ever been as...disconnected from those who support she will need as Jodie and gone to a Future Shock Final? Possibly Lana Star, but I’m not sure Jodie would appreciate being put in the same category do you?

Adam: Yes! Desirae Kain never won a single fan vote in her season, and still won the title. And won the Season of Champions as well.

Casey: Desirae was a well regarded fan favourite. Ever heard anyone not related to her or called Seth Star describe Jodie the same way?

Adam: Desirae wasn’t well known going into her first season, not by many at least outside of the fans of a defunct promotion. And yes, I have. Didn’t Misty Whitmore have some serious respect for her as a result of the draw Jodie mentions all the time?

Casey: Folly of youth.

The red head holds her hands up in submission.

Casey: If it makes you happy, Jodie has a chance. I can agree to disagree on how great a chance because otherwise we could be here all night arguing the pros and cons here. Why don’t we move on and if you really want we can revisit this argument when they’ve stopped rolling?

Adam can’t help himself from laughing for a moment before he cues up the last image.

Adam: And last but certainly not least unless Casey here doesn’t like her either is the champion of Season 6, none other than Serafina DeCaro. I happen to be a fan of Serafina, and she’s certainly been making some serious headway in the Unity division with her partner. She has solid fan support as well. I wouldn’t be surprised at all to see Serafina do well for herself in the Season of Champions.

Casey: I can agree with you there. Serafina has proven herself inside the ring with a long reign as the No Surrender Champion and she recently won her and Claire a shot at the Unity tag team titles. On top of that she seems to have Caroline Stark’s number too - having been called the “Human Cheat Code” by the No Surrender Champion because of her talent and because she seems to look almost impossibly good too. Serafina also has a talent to find the best in everyone and communicate it sincerely with the fans, which won her support in Season 6. Will that stay with her or after all this time will it have started to wear? Guess we’ll find out, but I personally would be surprised if she went out early in this competition.

She smiles at Adam.

Casey: Now watch me get egg on my face for trying to predict our voters.

Adam: I’m sure you may have jinxed Serafina and probably sent Jodie to the finals as a result. You did mention earlier about the Amnesty card, and that will be in play this season as well. As for what challenge, I don’t know yet. But as we saw in Season 14, the Amnesty card can make a huge difference for whoever holds it.

Casey: We’ve seen that can be a huge game changer and I’d fully expect it to be again. I expect the challenge where that’s up for grabs will be particularly heated with everyone desperate to secure themselves that insurance policy. That might even work in Sylvia’s favour, given that she’s the only woman in this series who’s had any experience of that card being in play.

Adam: On August 19, a Tuesday night, the first challenge will be live on the FFW website. And then we’ll kick things off with the season premiere one week later. Mark will be joined by his Season of Champions co-host from last year for this, Lyn Dallins. All in all, it is shaping up to be very memorable. I know just talking about it here today has provided me with some memories.

He glanced over to Casey with a small grin before he continued.

Adam: Casey, any final thoughts before we send it back out into the arena?

Casey: I think Jodie should definitely be sending you a basket of Mini-muffins at the very least for your kind words earlier, though I wouldn’t hold my breath on that if I were you.

She matches his small grin.

Casey: Two great hosts. Five ferocious competitors. One HUGE prize. The Season of Champions is going to be absolutely unmissable. Set your DVR’s, put reminders in your iPhones and your Google Calendars for the start of this season as Future Shock moves to Tuesdays starting August 19th on ESPN. That’s August 19th. Do. Not. Miss. It!

Adam: What more needs to be said! Let’s get back to the show then.

And from that, the video fades out on the video wall in the arena.




As we watch though the lights slowly start to dim and organ music begins to play. People are soon seen coming out from both sides of the staging area, dressed in elaborate clothing. We see people with their faces painted and funky hairstyles, laughing, as they move around the area harassing the people at ringside. We then see men moving around on tricycles as they move long metal poles with fire ablaze on the end of them them into their mouths and down their throats. Others spray the fire high into the air, garnering loud gasps from the audience. We now also see several men, topless and in face paint as well as black cargo pants, juggling machetes as if they were tennis balls, nearly causing mouths to hit the floor. The music keeps playing as the various people continue their acts till eventually someone walks out from behind the curtain wearing a black jacket, slacks, and top hat.

The person keeps their head tilted forward where they have one hand on the brim of the top hat so we can only see the bottom of their chin. Their other hand is behind their back as they make their way to the top of the stage. We can see they are also wearing a white dress shirt and bowtie. The person soon comes to a stop at the top of the stage as the clowns all gather around, cackling, and grinning. The organ music now dies down as “Circus” by Britney Spears starts up. As it does the figure raises it's head upright as now see it is none other than Nevaeh Summers. She brings her arm out from behind her back to reveal a cane in her hand. She begins looking around at the clowns and quickly slams the bottom of her can on the stage.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is... For the FFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger: from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 120 pounds... "The World’s Finest"... NEVAEH SUMMERS!

The clowns in unison jump backwards and then spread out again. Nevaeh now makes her way down the ramp as the firebreathers shoot off flames over her, all the while Nevaeh keeps her cool and twirls the cane in her hand. Nevaeh now approaches the jugglers who stand across from one another, tossing the machetes to one another. Nevaeh makes her way through them as the machetes barely pass her. Once Nevaeh is past them she now stands at ringside and removes her top hat, letting her long blonde hair fall to her shoulders. She then tosses the top hat and cane into the audience and spreads her arms out to her sides. The clowns now make their way back to her and rip off her jacket and dress shirt to reveal a silver and black top. They then grabs on to her slacks and rip them away to reveal a matching pair of silver and black short shorts. Nevaeh remains standing there for a second before running to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, and sliding to the middle of the ring. She turns onto her side where she strikes a pose and flashes a devilish grin and winks.

Mark: It's now time for the Television Championship match, and as the Social Elite's representative makes her way to the ring, it's impossible not to mention her incredible rise, leaving a trail of opponents behind her and... What are YOU doing here?!

Mai: What else would I be doing here, Mark? I'm doing CUM-men-tary, that's what. Eheheh! Also, look at this woman right there! She's the future! She's the definition of perfection! TAKE ME TO HEAVEN, NEVAEH!!!

Mark: ... because that's not predictable at all.

She then gets up to her feet and makes her way to the middle of the ropes. She puts one foot on the bottom rope and swings the other over the top rope. She now straddles the top rope and smirks at the audience. She then leans forward before whipping her head back and looking straight up at the ceiling with her arms spread out. As she does this pyro goes off from the ring steel posts and a lone spotlight shines on her. Nevaeh remains striking this pose for several seconds before lowering her head and getting off the ropes. She then makes her way to a corner and lays her body across the ropes and turnbuckles.

The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. The girl motions to the FFW Television Championship fastened around her waist as she is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her boyfriend, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Cory: And accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid, from Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York... Weighing in at 115 pounds... The reigning AND DEFENDING FFW Television Champion... KELLY MCGUFFIN!

Mark: The TV Champion has to be living her dream right now, walking into Unstoppabl holding the title she fought so hard to achieve, and tonight, we'll have to admit... She may be facing her toughest challenge yet since winning the belt off Misty Whitmore!

Mai: Yeah, she's good. And she's had her moments. Got that monkey off her back, yadda yadda. GO NEVAEH!!!

Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope, catching her balance as she unfastens the title and holds it high above her head for the crowd to see. Keeping the title in her hands she springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands. Kissing the faceplate of the title, she passes it off to the referee ready for the match to begin.

As the bells ring, both fighters immediately go for the clinch, measuring forcees wildly, before Nevaeh finds the first opning and breaks free from Kelly's grasp, throwing a barrage of punches to her midsection, while still blocking her good hand with the other arm. Nev knows she's landed a good one when Kelly folds, and Nevaeh uses the hooked arm to throw Kelly into the ropes. Nev waits for Kelly to bounce back into her but the champion wraps her arms around the ropes and stands still. Seeing that, Nevaeh sprints into Kelly and attempts to strike her with a clothesline... that Kelly "accepts" as she arches her head backwards and allows herself to be sent back. Kelly swiftly lands on the ring apron after Nevaeh's attempt at sending her out of the ring... But as Kelly adjusts herself on the apron, Nevaeh strikes Kelly with a powerful big boot to her opponent's stomach, now making her collapse out of the ring.

Mai: Smart, sexy and sensual! She predicted Kelly's move and worked on what she had! Tell me if that isn't a mark of a savvy future champ!

Mark: That was pretty smart indeed, as Summers waits for the right moment to attack. She did her job of scouting FFW's acrobat really well. Also, hold your horses already, Mai.

Nevaeh rolls out of the ring to give chase to Kelly, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her to her feet. Her plan is to throw her into the crowd barricades but surprise! Kelly grabs Nevaeh by the hand and sends her chest first into the barrier with great force. Kelly thn grabs Nevaeh by the hair and lifts her head, speaking something to her before sliding back into the ring and running the ropes, finishing that combination with a suicide topé making both women crash against the barriers again!

Mark: Not so fast, says Kelly! Suicide flip and now both are down at ringside!

Mai: D-Did you hear her scream though?! She might be hurt! For real! Someone please tend that strong... Sculptuous... Glistening body--

Mark: FOR ALL SAKES, MAI!!!

Nevaeh lets out a loud scream of pain as the topé took a big toll on her back when she hit the barrier, as Kelly brings her to her feet and throws her into the ring. Making a beeline for her, Kelly crawls on top of Nev and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Nevaeh forces out with authority.

Kelly shakes her head and gets up, watching as Nevaeh struggles to bring herself up already, thanks to the hit to her back. As Nevaeh is on her fours, Kelly starts shooting a flurry of mid-range kicks to the Elitist's shoulder and midsection... Until Nevaeh blocks one of those kicks, bringing herself to her knees, and grabbing Kelly's base leg, basically sweeping her off the mat and forcing her on her back as she gets up! Kelly struggles to break free of the surprise hold as Nevaeh fights to lock Kelly in what could easily be an ankle lock, but is turned into a slingshot as Kelly is sent into the turnbuckles! McGuffin hits the turnbuckles with her face and staggers back, as Nevaeh crouches and grabs Kelly by the waist, connecting an alley oop. As they fall, Nevaeh brings herself to her knees faster than Kelly does, and she uses this small advantage to bolt back up and run the ropes. Nev bounces and Kelly smartly rolls to the center of the ring to avoid any attack, but doesn't count on Nevaeh jumping to the second rope across the ring and bouncing into her, catching her defenseless with a flying kick to the jaw.

Mark: What a clinic of scouting the opponent, Kelly and Nevaeh are working on their opponents' reactions and capitalizing every time!

Mai: And that kick came straight out of a video-game too! Who'd have thought that would be humanly possible?

Mark: You say that a lot about positions in bed right by me. At this point I'd've thought nothing fazed you anymore.

Mai: Awww, look at you talking about sex positions! You've grown so much.

Mark: Un, no, I just, eh... WRESTLING, MAI! WRESTLING!

With Kelly down, Nevaeh scoops her up and attempts to hold her over her shoulder for a power move. Sadly for her, her spine gives out again, and Nev loses a bit of balance trying to hold Kelly in place. Kelly uses this chance to slip out of Summers' graps and lands behind the blonde, quickly drilling her back with a high knee that sends Nevaeh to her knees in pain. Another loud wail of distress follows as Nev arches hersend back, leaving her face wide open for Kelly's attack as she bounces on the ropes right behind her and cleans Nev's clock with a picture perfect dropkick to her face! Nevaeh is sent to the mat with her back against the canvas as Kelly kippups back to her feet, jumping over the contender and turning her back on her, coiling up and leaping high to strike Nev with a standing moonsault... NOPE! Nevaeh lifts her knees and Kelly takes a HARD landing!

Mark: Crash and burn, and not Kelly's favorite way of doing so! That moonsault met Nev's knees and Kelly is in a bad place right now!

Mai: It's like you said, they're playing with the opponents' moves and reactions!... Some counters are stronger than others, but that's just me saying.

The two fwrestlers lie on the canvas for the next while, until Kelly rolls her way to the ropes and helps herself up, clutching at her back. Nevaeh, though, doesn't move, and this gives Kelly an idea as she leaps onto the second rope, then hits the top rope with her legs open and dives into Nevaeh with another moonsault attempt, an Arabian moonsault this time, but again, NOPE! Nevaeh rolls out of the way, and Kelly has the spirit to abort the move and land on her feet. Nevaeh, though, yanks Kelly off her feet and rolls her up with a small package during her moment of imbalance!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- NO!!! Kelly kicks out!

Feeling the momentum is on her side, Nevaeh shakes the doubts out of her mind and shoots back to her feet, waiting and taunting Kelly into getting up. When McGuffin is on her fours, Nevaeh runs the ropes and hits a calf kick to the side of Kelly's head, making her crubme again. She smirks as she pushes up, staring into the booing crowd befolre getting back to her feet and climbing to the top rope, locking her crosshairs on the champion and, with the ultimate taunt, attacks her with a five-star frog splash. Kelly accepts it, and is left in a heap in the center of the ring as Nevaeh gets up, brushes Kelly's head for a bit more of a mental offense, and taunts the crowd a bit more. Kelly slowly rises back to her feet, very tired and achy. She watches as Nevaeh is still taunting the crowd and losing precious time, crossing her arms...

Mark: Nevaeh with the taunts, she thinks she has the match won already...

Mai: What's wrong with a little show off?! FLASH ME, NEV!... Don't throw me that face, I know you'd like it!

Mark: I'm a married man, thanks-no thanks.

And when Nevaeh finally turns around, surprise! Kelly is right there, staring into her. She even looks around for a way out, but realizes she has to fight out of it, throwing the first punch. Kelly absorbs it and throws punch after punch after punch, incapacitating Nevaeh's defense and dazing her for enough time for her to bounce on the ropes and attack with her patented acrobatic combination of doing a handstand and flipping in the air with a standing shooting star, grabbing Nevaeh's head for her backflip inverted DDT... But surprisingly, Nevah archs her back forward, and Kelly ends up taking a piggyback ride on the contender's back, while still grabbing her head!

Mai: WHOA! Now THAT's unexpected! Nevaeh just neutralized Kel's hadnspring DDT in a mindblowing fashion!

Mark: That's impressive indeed, what a display of spirit! But now they're pretty much in a deadlock!

While Kelly tries to turn the move into a mounted dragon sleeper, Nevaeh shifts into reverse gear and slams Kelly into the turnbuckles once, twice, thrice... FOUR times... And finally the champion lets go. As Kelly crumbles against the turnbuckles, Nevaeh gulps up her air back and runs across the ring, doing a 45-degree turn and hitting the ropes, aiming to attack Kelly with  her own acrobatic move, as she executes a cartwheel, into a handspring and jumps... Right as Kelly gets out of dodge! Predicting this, Nevaeh lands swiftly on the mat on her feet and stops dead, watching as it's now Kelly who runs the ropes for a high-speed move... Only to sprint into the champion and connecting a spear that folds her in half! Kelly collapses and Nevaeh gets back up to her feet, again clutching her spine! As Nevaeh slowly brings herself to her feet slowly, she again scoops Kelly up and hoists her over her shoulders with a gorilla press...

Mark: Will we watch Kelly McGuffin get a MAKEOVER?! Is this the end of the dream?!

Mai: Oh heck no, Mark! It's just THE BEGINNING!!!

But Kelly starts squirming and elbowing Nevaeh to the side of the head, managing to escape the Makeover! she lands on her feet and scores thee luck of holding Nevaeh's head as she lands, quickly kicking Summers' inner leg back and scoring her most unseen finisher!

Mark: CLIPPED WINGS! Kelly escapes the Makeover and scores the Clipped Wings out of NOWHERE!

Mai: This can't be over already! I need more female bodis flying around! MORE!

Kelly crawls on top of Nevaeh and covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NOOOOO!!! NEVAEH FORCES OUT!

Mai: YES!!!

Mark: Not enough! Nevaeh Summers survives the Clipped Wings... B kicking out in the last possible frame of a second!

Kelly groans loudly as she shakes her head and does the signal of her usual finisher... Only this time she raises the number 2 instead of 3?

Mark: She's looking for the Three-Ring Circus!... Or maybe... TWO-Ring Circus? I don't...?

Mai: With Nevaeh already down I don't think she'll be making use of the first step of that combination!

Nevaeh doesn't react at all to Kelly leaping onto the ropes right next to her, collapsing into the contender with a springboard moonsault that is quickly connected to a standing frog splash as Kelly bolts up with the same impact as she came down, only to crash into her opponent again! And after the abridged version of her move, she covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

And then Kelly crumbles to the side with a smile, pumping her hand.

Cory: The winner of this match... And STILL FFW Television Champion... KELLY! MCGUFFIN!!!

Mai: And we have to say, NevNev's bump against the crowd barrier at the very beginning of the match was her curse. I bet she's feeling it ache up until now!

Mark: Kelly McGuffin retains in spectacular fashion, the Social Elite leaves LA without the Championship, and--

Mai: And I have to see if my NevNev needs a back massage! She needs tender and affectionate loving to heal those wounds right now!


Insert Monty Python Joke Here

The camera shakes as we get a view of FFW newcomer Kaylee Clarke standing against a black background, her gaze falls a few feet to the right of the camera though, obviously looking straight ahead at something. We hear the sound of a male voice coming from beside the camera.

??: Action

Kaylee changes her stance to be more aggressive towards the camera, though she clearly looks a little nervous.

Kaylee: Femme Fatale Wrestling, I hope you’re prepared to see the next top star emerge from…

??: CUT!

The man gets up and walks in front of our camera, we see that it’s SVW rookie Matt Stone, a man we saw on FFW television once before.

Matt: That might be the most cliche thing I have ever heard.

Kaylee: This is a wrestling promo, right? The majority of them are cliche and hackneyed.

Matt: True, but you’re not. You’re a legitimate ass kicker, you don’t need all those throw away lines, just be yourself.

Kaylee nods and Stone resumes his perch beside the camera, but not the camera that Kaylee is speaking to.

Matt: Action!

Kaylee: My name is Kaylee Clarke, the Black Knight..

Matt (whispering): Tell them you’re invincible.

Kaylee:...and in a wrestling ring, I’m invincible.

Laughter is heard off camera from Stone, followed by a struggled attempt at the word “cut”. Kaylee glares off at Matt who is still laughing, literally falling off his chair as he struggles to regain composure. He slowly gets up, still chuckling and shaking his head.

Matt: That...was great. We’ll edit that in post, but classic.

Kaylee: I thought you wanted me to keep away from cliche lines? What’s more cliche than that?

Matt: Oh, keep away from the generic lines, for sure, but for someone calling themselves the Black Knight..

Kaylee: Which was your idea!

Matt: Right, and because of that, you need to sprinkle in as many Monty Python references as you can.

Kaylee: Why? The movie is older than I am and I haven’t even seen it!

Matt: But your audience has. You need to entertain them

Kaylee: Why? I’m not here to please anyone, not even you. You know very well why I’m here.

Matt: Right, but unless you want to go all Harrison Ford on these people and just spew your personal exposition at them, you need a little more than “I want to be the very best, like no one ever was.”

Kaylee: Whatever, can we just finish this? I’d rather be training than talking about myself.

Matt: How about if I punch you and you say it’s just a scratch or a flesh wound?

Kaylee: How about you punch me and I choke you out?

Matt: Fiiiiiine, day what you want, I’ll be over here thinking of more hilarious things for you to say at a later date.

Stone walks off back to his chair and picks up the portable camera, smirking into it before shutting it off, the camera, the view going to the camera that Kaylee is looking at.

Kaylee: Hello FFW, I’m Kaylee Clarke and I’ve recently signed a contract to begin competing here. I’m not here to tell you I’m the best, I’m not here to promote myself as the second coming of some beloved star and I’m certainly not here to jump through hoops for your own entertainment. For weeks I’ve been training non-stop to ensure that I’ll have the edge over the competition here, and that’s just the beginning. I don’t wear a white hat, I’m not going to be the beloved person who spends more time with her fans than working towards bettering herself, because at the end of the day, I only care about getting to the top of this company. Mikaela Demidov, Wendy Briese, these two warriors will be competing tonight for the honour of being named or remaining the FFW Champion. That’s what I want, and I know the journey will be long and difficult, but I’m ready. I’ve sacrificed everything to be here and it won’t be for nothing. That much, I promise.

With hands on her hips, the camera slowly fades out on the determined look on the face of the Black Knight.

[Adam Grant]

We are shown a highlight package of the events leading to the breakup of Elemental Fury, and the aftermath including the protest and challenge laid down for tonight’s event. And then we see the graphic for the match before we go back live into Staples Center.

Zack: I’ve been waiting for this one for some time! Elemental Fury suffered a massive meltdown in recent weeks, and it’s pretty much universally agreed it was Ignis’ fault. And now we got ourselves a Trios match, Erica, where we don’t even know who all is involved.

Erica: We don’t, and that’s what - in my opinion - makes this match all the more exciting. There’s always an element of fun to be had in matches where there are unknown aspects, though I would say that regardless, the remaining sisters are out for blood.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Trios match!

Kill ‘Em All (Death Mix) by Audiomachine blasts out from the PA system. As this happens, dry rain pours down from the roof before a pyro lightning bolt strikes the stage. Undine walks out  carrying her Aquasoaker, and Lightning behind her. The duo make their way down the ramp; Undine & Lightning giving the cheering fans some love. They enter the ring as Undine & Lightning stand with arms folded with smiles on their faces.

Cory: Introducing first, they hail from Llanfair, Wales! Please welcome...’THE AQUABLONDE’ UNDINE AND LIGHTNING!!

Zack: The Leavenworth sisters have been seething ever since they lost the Trios Championship back at Relentless, thanks to what can only be described as a temper tantrum from Ignis. It’s rare we see sisters fight, but we will tonight.

Erica: At least so publicly! I get the impression that Undine and Lightning will be out to deal quite a lot of tough love!

“Naughty Naughty” by Porcelain Black hits the PA, and Hayley bounds out from behind the curtain, waving manically to the crowd. She charges down the ramp, flipping off the guardrail, and dives into the ring. She puts on a parkour display in the ring until the music stops, bouncing up and down as she waits for the match to begin.

Cory: And their partner, she hails from Leeds, England! Please welcome...’THE BOING MACHINE’ HAYLEY DARK!!!

Zack: If anyone has a history of being burnt, no pun intended, by Ignis, it’s this woman! Hayley Dark was one half of Bounce & Pounce. And as soon as they lost the Unity titles, Ignis decided that they wouldn’t be exercising their rematch clause. Something she’s become known for in tag teams of late.

Erica: Hayley never did get revenge for that, and that’s the saddest part of all, really. By the look on her face, she’ll be looking to get a measure of that in the next few minutes!

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

Cory: And their opponents, introducing first also from Llanfair, Wales! Accompanied by Andrew Marx, this is….’THE FIREBIRD’ IGNIS!!!

Zack: And there’s the cause of all the problems in the Leavenworth family. And unless Andy is her partner tonight, I still don’t see who is going to work with her. He’s not even dressed to compete.

Erica: I doubt Ignis would let him compete after the “injury” he suffered last time, in fairness. And I can’t think of who else would be Ignis’ partners. While Lightning and Undine are not short of people who would take a great deal of enjoyment from hurting them, few of them would risk Ignis as a partner to do it.

Andy gives his fiancee a pep talk as Cory looks confused. He looks back to the referee, shrugging his shoulders.

Zack: Even the ring announcer is at a loss, Cory doesn’t know who he’s supposed to introduce here.

Erica: I hope for her  sake there is at least one, or she’s in for a hell of a mauling.

Cory: And her partners……

A murmur rumbles through the crowd as Andy looks back at Cory with a shake of his head.

Zack: Does she even have partners for this match? Those two are looking too confident for this to be a handicap match here tonight. Sorry, folks. We don’t know who it is either. Your guess is as good as ours.

Erica: Anyone in the arena wish to hazard a guess?

Cory looks to the couple, asking who he is supposed to introduce. Andy jerks the microphone away from Cory, a big smile on his face.

Andy: And my girl Ignis’ tag team partners…..

“I’M WAKING UP!”

An edited version of “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons hits the PA and out from the back comes all three members of T.R.U.T.H.

“I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE!
TO THE NEW AGE!
WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE!
TO THE NEW AGE!”

Aimee Easter stands between the group’s bodyguard Tommy Patton and her stablemate Kanna Haroshi.  Kanna and Tommy both stand on the stage and fold their hands over their chest as Aimee squats down on the stage, her hood up and hiding her face.  After a few seconds, Aimee pulls back her hood quickly and rises, smiling as the other two raise their fists in unison, Kanna holding her barbwire bat “Mercy” in her raised hand.  The three of them walk down to the ring together .  Easter yells at the fans, preaching to them in a way as they jeer at her.  The other two remain quiet, ignoring the crowd as they get to the ring.   Tommy climbs in first before Aimee and Kanna slide in behind him.  The three go to the center in the ring and Aimee kneels down between Kanna and Tommy, staring at the ringside camera before the music dies down as Easter says something to Patton, who exits the ring and heads back up the ramp.

Andy: They are...KANNA HAROSHI AND ‘THE REVOLUTION’ AIMEE EASTER! THIS IS….TRUTH!!!!

Zack: Ignis...got Aimee and Kanna for tag partners?! Ohh, I didn’t even know they were friendly with each other! The Firebird called in a couple ringers here tonight, and I was not expecting these two. I don’t know who I was expecting, but it wasn’t Aimee and Kanna.

Erica: I was...expecting more, actually. Nothing against Kanna and Aimee, but they wouldn’t have been my first choice if I were Ignis. Then again!

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match as the Leavenworth sisters and Hayley discuss a bit of strategy before the BOING Machine decides to start the match. She points over to Ignis, who stepped out to the apron with Aimee, leaving Kanna in the ring for their team. Haroshi never took her eyes off Hayley as Dark began clucking like a chicken and pointing to Ignis, which brought a laugh from the fans. The two locked up in the center of the ring with Haroshi using a short knee to her ribs and then bouncing her head off her knee in the process. Dark staggered backwards a couple steps before Kanna began to unload with straight right hands to her head. She pushed her back into the ropes and whipped her across. Dark rebounded off the far side as Kanna caught her with a reverse crescent kick to the stomach. It doubled Hayley over before Haroshi grabbed her head and delivered a bulldog.

Zack: I gotta tell you. I think Hayley and her team are at a severe disadvantage. They had no idea who they were facing other than Ignis, and so far, Kanna has been making short work of Dark in the early going.

Erica: Not helped much by Hayley’s playing around either. Her abdomen is going to be hating her though!

Kanna grinned as she pulled Hayley up, a sick smile on her face before she used a German suplex to put her on the mat. She crawled over towards her and began to rub her elbow across Hayley’s face before she got back to her feet. The live crowd were none too fond of this as Kanna took off for the near side ropes and went for a senton. But Dark rolled out of the way, and Haroshi landed on her back. Hayley took a second to gather herself before she got back to her feet as Kanna did the same thing. Hayley took off towards the ropes and used them for a springboard into a shoulder block that planted Kanna! And this brought the crowd back into it!

Zack: Haroshi missed with that senton, and Hayley’s starting to get her offense uncorked! And this is what Kanna must avoid!

Erica: BOING! As Hayley herself would put it! It’s on now!

Dark brought her leg up and dropped down like a guillotine across her chest with a split leg drop. She quickly hooked her leg for a cover.

Zack: Hayley hit the Flip Top! And it might be over now!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Erica: Too early for that, sore back or not!

Kanna kicked out at two as Hayley got back to her feet. She pulled Haroshi up and sent her hard into the corner. Kanna crashed back first against the turnbuckles as Hayley charged towards her. Haroshi staggered out as Hayley caught her head and delivered a satellite DDT into the canvas!

Erica: Yikes! You don’t see those everyday! Hayley’s on fire!

Hayley quickly hooked her leg for another cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kanna kicked out again as Hayley bounced back to her feet, heading towards her corner and tagging in the Aquablonde. Haroshi started to get to her feet when Undine caught her with a spinning heel kick that doubled her over. The Aquablonde hooked her from behind and delivered a back suplex into the canvas. And the fans were solidly behind her as she did. She leaned down to grab Kanna, who used both of her feet to push her backwards. Undine stumbled backwards a few steps as Kanna rolled to her feet and brought her down with a big clothesline. Haroshi headed for her corner and tagged in Ignis.

Zack: Here we go! Now Ignis is in, and she waited till one of her sisters was down. She doesn’t want to face either of the three fresh.

Erica: Cowards have a thing about that! They can hurt you more than you can hurt them, STAY OUTTA THE WAY! Totally insane logic, but never mind!

Undine started to get up as Ignis began to stomp away at her shoulder, driving her back into the mat. She pulled her back up by the arm, only for Undine to catch her with a discus elbow to the jaw. Ignis staggered backwards as Undine began to unload massive right hands to her head, much to the delight of the crowd. She whipped her across for the ride as Ignis rebounded, only to barely miss a dropkick that caused Undine to land on the mat. The redhead gave her other sister and Hayley a bird before she pressed Undine’s arm to the canvas and began to drive repeated knees into it one after another. She quickly rolled her over and applied a Fujiwara armbar, causing Undine to shout in pain. Davis fell into position, asking her if she wanted to quit.

Zack: This right here is textbook Ignis, working on Undine’s arm and trying to wear it down to go for the Burning Embers.

Erica: You’d think after so long with Ignis doing that, people would get wise to keeping that extremity out of the way as much as physically possible.

Undine refused to quit, managing to get to the ropes. Davis called for the break and had to count to four to get Ignis to break the hold. But she finally did. She pulled the Aquablonde up by the arm and began to kick at her shoulder in the meantime. Each shot landed well as Ignis countered it into a hammerlock. But Undine reached behind her and grabbed her head, catching her with a stunner that dropped the redhead. The fans came to their feet off that as Undine reached across with her other arm to hook the leg.

Zack: A stunner out of the blue, and Ignis never saw that one at all!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ignis kicked out before the three as Undine started towards her corner. The redhead grabbed her foot to try and hold her, but Undine delivered a few kicks to her head to cause her to let go and off she went again.

Erica: The desire to not face a fresh sister was not a good one before Lightning had been in, and that might be what Undine is trying to do!

Ignis finally made it to her feet and went to grab Undine, but the blonde rolled right into her corner and tagged in Lightning.

Zack: Ohh here we go!! Lightning is fresh, and does she ever want a piece of her sister!

Erica: I would too! Go Lightning go!

Ignis took off towards the corner but Lightning grabbed her around the waist before she got within tagging distance. And the brunette launched her with a belly to back suplex. She rolled through and back to her feet. Ignis went towards the ropes before Lightning grabbed her from behind again and hurled her into a German suplex...and another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And one more after that before she finally let go of her baby sister!

Zack: Good Lord! Seven German suplexes in a row, and Ignis doesn’t know if she’s is Los Angeles or Louisiana!

Erica: Or maybe even Llanfair! And apologies to the Welsh fans for my horrific way of saying the name of that particular town.

Ignis sat up and flopped back down as soon as she tried. The Season 13 Champion pulled her baby sister to her feet, and whipped her into the ropes. Ignis rebounded and ran right into an exploder suplex! Lightning dove across her and hooked her leg as the fans counted with the referee!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ignis got her shoulder up as Lightning got back to her feet, shaking her head.

Zack: Give Ignis some credit, she’s hellaciously resilient. Most would have been out after that seven pack of suplexes we saw a few moments ago. And I think Lightning is looking for that full nelson slam of hers!

Erica: If she gets it, might be the hardest she’s even done it! Apart from when Laura attacked Adam...

Lightning pulled her baby sister up, hooking her arms into the full nelson. But Ignis had it scouted and dropped out of her grip. She quickly rolled to her feet as Lightning went to grab her, and Ignis caught her with a codebreaker instead! Lightning hit the canvas as Ignis dropped to her knees, looking pretty much the worse for wear herself.

Zack: A beautiful codebreaker there, and it bought Ignis some time to get herself together! Lightning was taking her to school there for a few minutes!

Erica: Pity it wasn’t the school of common sense, really!

Ignis moved towards her corner and made the tag to Aimee.

Zack: And now the powerhouse of this team, Aimee Easter is fresh as she can be!

Erica: WHEN OF POETS AND PROPHETS COLLIDE!

Aimee stepped through into the ring, glancing over to Lightning on the mat and then down to Ignis. She helped the redhead to her feet as Ignis headed towards the corner….when Aimee spun her around and hooked her head and lifted her skyward. And with no warning, she drove her into the mat with a jackhammer! A shocked silence fell over the crowd as Aimee looked down to Ignis and then over to Lightning.

Zack: What….the…..hell….was that?! Aimee Easter just….hit her finisher on IGNIS!

Erica: ….THE FORK!

The fans were in shock, but some began to cheer her as Kanna stepped into the ring and grabbed her arm, screaming at her about what she did. Easter spun around and scooped her up into a spinebuster! And the fans were cheering now!! She rolled out to the floor and began to head up the ramp.

Zack: And now Kanna gets it!! What the hell is going on?! I’ve never heard a crowd cheer Aimee Easter, and she’s leaving!

Erica: Apparently they weren’t friendly! And thank God for that!

Lightning looked as bewildered as anyone, pulling Ignis to her feet and hitting the full nelson slam! She quickly hooked her leg and looked back to Aimee, who was heading up the ramp. Davis made the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Davis called for the bell as Undine and Hayley hit the ring. Lightning got to her feet, as her partners asked her what happened. And she shrugged her shoulders before the referee raised their hands.

Cory: The winners of the match…..LIGHTNING...’THE AQUABLONDE’ UNDINE….and ‘THE BOING MACHINE’ HAYLEY DARK!!

Zack: I don’t know what to make of this at all, but the Leavenworth sisters and Hayley have won this match.

Erica: And I, as well as everyone in this arena, are perfectly okay with this!

Andy pulled his fiancee out of the ring, also in shock about what happened. The girls in the ring smiled ultimately and raised their hands to a cheer from the capacity crowd.

Zack: This will go down as one of the most bizarre moments in Unstoppable history….maybe even FFW history. There’s a story going on here that we don’t know, but I’m curious to find out.

Erica: Aimee doesn’t like Ignis? And has gone off Kanna the same way she went off Lightning? Can we just go with that? I mean, it’s the one that makes the most sense!

From the celebrating team in the ring, we cut backstage.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following contest is set for one fall to a finish.

"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: Introducing first, standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 136lbs and coming from Amsterdam in the Netherlands by way of Miami, Florida…TARA THUNDER!!!

Zack: Tara Thunder is one of the best, most dangerous and, in her opinion at least, one of the most underrated wrestlers in FFW.

Erica: She’s got long No Surrender and Evolution Championship reigns under her belt and two months ago she knocked off the number one contender to the FFW Championship in Wendy Briese.

Dimmed lights. Purple, blue and green strobe lights begin to pulse around the arena in the momentary silence before the crowd begins to cheer with the opening, orchestrated chords of Kamelot’s “Ghost Opera”. With the heavier sounds od the song kicking in comes a flash of white light and a burst of blue pyrotechnics. Through the haze that is left over from the pryo, Valerie Lamb walks onto the stage, her expression stoic and her hands on her hips, resting on the hem of her leather jacket, with Vincent Belmont by her side. Her stoic face quickly becomes a grin as she looks around the fans.

Cory: She hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing at 145 pounds, Valerie Lamb!

The pair make their way down the ramp, with Valerie high fiving as many fans as she thinks she’ll be able to reach during the first verse of the song. As they reach the steps nearer the announce table, she places her foot on the middle step and looks around once more, clapping her hands above her head. Just before the chorus hits, she jumps up and onto the turnbuckle, where she mouths along with the first line of the chorus (she could be singing it, but God knows). Removing her jacket, she drops it down to Vincent, who catches it and hands it to a ringside attendant, and Valerie jumps down to the canvas. As she heads to her corner and the music dies down, she does some last moment stretching.

Zack: Her opponent is no slouch in the ring though, former FFW Unity Champion, former FFW Champion and a member of the FFW Hall of Fame. Tara’s going to have her hands full tonight.

Erica: Val has proven herself time and time again to be a force to be reckoned with inside the ring. Last year she came good on FFW’s biggest stage to claim the FFW Championship can she do the same tonight?

Melinda Davis calls for the bell and the two women come out of their corners, circling each other as they get closer together and engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Val attempts to stand her ground as Tara digs in and starts to force the taller woman backwards using her lower centre of gravity to her advantage only to be sent tumbling to the mat courtesy of an armdrag takedown from the Scot. As the Dutchwoman comes to her feet, she finds herself once more the victim of an armdrag takedown. As Tara comes to her feet once more, Val is right there to apply a rear waistlock.

Zack: Val has a slight height and weight advantage but Tara’s got a lot of muscle packed onto her frame and she’s able to push her opponent around.

Erica: She wasn’t able to translate that strength into an advantage though and got caught twice with the armdrag takedown.

Thunder fires off back elbows trying to free herself from Val’s grip only for the Scot to move her head so she only catches glancing blows, riding them out before she attempts a German suplex. Thunder shows that she has her wits about her though, blocking the attempt with her leg before throwing her head backwards, catching her opponent right on the top of the head causing her to loosen her grip enough for Tara to reach down and picks her left leg, yanking it upwards, sending Val off balance and to the mat hard. With the air driven out of her opponents lungs by the takedown Tara capitalises by dropping an elbow into the side of the Scottish wrestlers knee. Laying across the joint, Thunder grabs hold of Val’s leg and starts to pull it upwards, bending it unnaturally before Lamb grits her teeth and starts to drives her spare knee into the back of Tara’s head, causing her to roll away.

Erica: Thunder focusing early on the knee, looking to open the door to use her submission game later on in this match.

Zack: She’s doing plenty of damage wrenching the knee in directions it was never meant to be wrenched.

The two women come to their feet, Lamb very slightly favouring her left leg and circle for a moment before they go for the lock up once more - Val feinting out of the tie up and takes Tara to the mat with a drop toe hold. Rolling to her feet, Val takes off towards the ropes, getting the blood flowing back through her leg and catches Tara as she gets to one knee with a dropkick to the chest, stopping the Dutch woman in her tracks for a moment. From the mat Val lashes upwards with her right boot, catching her foe in the jaw and causing her to stagger up to her feet. Val follows her to a vertical position and looks to press home her advantage with a well placed European Uppercut. Tara steps backward under the force of the blow and the Scottish wrestler follows her, driving a backhanded chop into her chest. Lamb continues to move forward and land more chops to the chest as Thunder continues her retreat, getting to the ropes before getting sent for the ride. As the former No Surrender champion bounces back off the ropes into the middle of the ring, Val catches her with a running knee to the midsection, doubling her over  and dropping her to one knee for just a moment as Lamb quickly turns back and drives her opponent face first into the mat with a swiftly delivered double underhook DDT. Rolling her over, she makes the pinfall.

Zack: Thunder found herself planted with a devastating DDT there and we’ve got the first pinfall of the match.

One…

T-

Erica: Much too early for the cover and if you let Tara get her breath back she’s got the ability to turn the tables.

Before the two count can be made, Tara kicks out of the fall and sits up, only for Valerie to pull her upright by her hair, hooking her head into a cinch and bringing a series of knees up into her chest and stomach. Thunder fights back with a forearm driven into Val’s gut, breaking the cinch. Lamb doesn’t stop her attack though bringing another knee into the Amsterdam born wrestlers gut. Another follows but this time she finds her leg trapped in the grip of her foe as she tries to pull back. Thunder keeps a tight hold of the leg under one arm, using her other to slam her fist into the midsection before she yanks her forward and delivers a headbutt right into the bridge of her nose. Val tries to get away once more only to find her leg still hooked by Tara who finally grants her wish of separation by yanking her forward and sending her overhead with a huge T-bone suplex.

Zack: You called it. Give Tara half a chance and she can totally turn the momentum in her favour.

Erica: We’ve seen Tara do it time and time again Zack and lets not forget she’s got a ruthless streak too; like a shark, if she smells blood in the water she’ll just attack, attack, attack.

Rolling to her front Lamb starts to push up to her feet only for her opponent to charge in and deliver a running boot into the side of her head, sending her through the ropes. The Edinburgher manages to stop herself on the way out, landing on the apron. Tara watches her opponent pull herself up to her feet before exploding out of the corner and takes her back down to the apron with a discus clothesline. Once more the Netherlander waits for Valerie to rise from the apron, waiting until she is halfway up before running forward and driving her knee into face. Grabbing the middle rope, Lamb manages to stop herself from falling off the ring apron and Tara reaches over the top rope, taking a handful of hair and pulls Val up to her feet, hooking her head and sets up for a vertical suplex. Lamb blocks the first and second attempt, only for Thunder to land right hands into her gut. Despite this the third suplex attempt is also blocked causing Tara to stop trying for the suplex and drops to her knees instead, sending Val chest first into the top rope before the elasticity catapults her to the floor. Dropping onto her back, Tara rolls out after her.

Zack: Val wouldn’t come back into the ring the hard way with the vertical suplex so she’s been flung to the outside instead.

Erica: And Tara’s coming right out after her. Not sure this is somewhere Val wants to be.

Val pushes up to all fours and Tara moves quickly towards her and delivers a stomp to the back of her head that sends her back down to the floor. A flurry of quick stomps are delivered to the Scot’s shoulders and spine before Thunder places her foot in her opponents left knee pit, lifts her leg up by the ankle and curbstomps her knee into the thin matting at ringside. Lamb reaches for her knee immediately only to catch another stomp to the side of her head before Thunder yet again curbstomps her knee into the floor. As Davis count reaches five, Tara reaches down and brings Val up from the floor, scooping her upwards and dropping her with a snake eyes like move that bounces her knees off the announce desk and causes her to land face first. Again the Dutch wrestler pulls her opponent to her feet and throws her back into the ring, following her back side and hooks the leg as she makes the pin.

Erica: Like all the best submission wrestlers, Tara has pinpointed a part of the body she wants to work on in that left knee and she’s doing the most damage she can to it.

Zack: But Val is tough and tenacious and a real fighter. There isn’t an ounce of quit in her body. But if she doesn’t protect that knee of hers, Tara could do some long lasting damage to it.

One…

Two…

...T

Davis brings her hand back up to the top of the arc for the three count and Val powers out of the cover. Rolling over to her front, giving Tara her back and the Dutch woman takes full advantage as she locks in a surfboard and rocks the pair of them onto her back, thrusting her legs upwards as she pulls her fellow wrestlers arms down, causing her back to arch painfully. Melinda Davis asks the question and Val refuses to submit, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes in an attempt to shut out the pain. She is still shaking her head as Melinda’s hand starts to count a pinfall, getting to two before Thunder releases the hold and shoves Val away from her. With an irate look on her face, Thunder rolls over to her feet and drags Lamb upright, hooking her head and her knee as though setting up for a Fisherman’s suplex only to lift her upward and drive her forward with a sitout slam that sends Val left knee first into the canvas. Rolling her over Tara pulls both legs up and into the pinning predicament.

Zack: Impressive surfboard hold from Tara softening up Val’s back, readying her for the sharpshooter later.

Erica: And straight from the back, she targets the knee once more. I think Tara’s looking to turn Val into a sitting duck.

Zack: The match has been wrestled on Tara’s terms, she’s not given Val a chance to uncork the up tempo, high flying offence that could give her the edge.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Two and three quarters gets counted by Davis before Val pushes Tara off of her as she brings her shoulder up from the mat. The official confirms the two count for Thunder who rises up to her feet, pulling Val up with her and snaps her backwards with a side Russian legsweep. Once more the former No Surrender champion gets to her feet, standing over the Hall of Famer and moves quickly to her legs, picking them both up off the mat as Lamb cradles her head and looks to step through and apply the sharpshooter. Val though draws her legs up to her chest and uses all her power to force Tara backwards. As Val scoots backwards towards the ropes trying to get separation only for Tara to advance on her quickly. Lamb gets to the ropes first, quickly pulling herself up and throws her legs at Tara’s gut, catching her cleanly and doubling her over. Getting her feet under her, the former FFW Champion uses the ropes for support and kicks both her feet upward into her opponents jaw causing her to stagger backward. As Thunder recovers, Val springboards off the ropes onto the former Power Trippers shoulders and sends her down to the mat with a headscissors takedown.

Erica: Desperation as much as anything but Valerie Lamb has found a way to stop Thunder in her tracks!

Zack: The ropes have come in handy and Val’s used them to great effect to send Tara to the canvas and give herself a chance to turn the tide in this contest.

The FFW Hall of Famer crawls over to the corner and pulls herself once more only to find the 2012 Femme Fatale of the Year measuring her up and charging forward like a cannonball. On instinct Val steps forward into the onrushing woman, dropping her shoulder and elevating Thunder upwards into a snake eyes onto the top turnbuckle. Tara turns around, holding her head and the reigning Femme Fatale of the Year fired off a roundhouse kick to her head with her right leg, her left knee buckling a second after impact causing her to land on one knee. Grimacing, Val forces herself to her feet and moves forward, using the ropes for elevation yet again as she hits an enzugiri to the back of Thunders skull. Tara slumps in the corner, staying upright thanks to her arms over the top rope. Once more the Scot forces herself up to her feet, climbs to the top rope and hooks Tara’s head before bringing her out of the corner and planting her head first into the ring with a Tornado DDT. Rolling over, Val crawls forward and throws an arm across her shoulders.

Zack: Val’s using the ropes and the corner to great effect here. Her battling will on full display to halt her opponents charge.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Erica: Close, but Tara did have those long title reigns and get into the upper echelons of this company by being easy to beat.

Tara Thunder kicks out and Val rolls on top of her and with renewed vigour starts to jackhammer right and left hands into Tara’s head, the Dutch woman trying her best to cover up. It’s only the threat of disqualification from Davis that gets Val to roll away and come to her feet, skipping around, still favouring her left leg as she waves Tara upward. Getting tired of waiting the Scot pulls Thunder upright only to drop her back to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Val rolls to her feet yet again and with Thunder in a sitting position delivers a two footed dropkick into her jaw. Once more Val is quick to her feet and moves towards the ropes, landing a springboard moonsault onto Tara Thunder. The former FFW Champion holds on, hooking the leg for the pinfall once more.

One…

Two…

...THRE-!

Zack: Val’s starting to roll and she’s forced Tara unquestionably onto the back foot in this fight!

Erica: Half a second away from taking this match after a perfect springboard moonsault!

Valerie Lamb takes a moment to question the count as she adjusts her hair bun, getting the two count confirmed to her. Getting to her feet once more, Val signals to the fans, rallying them behind her as she waits once more for her opponent to get to her feet, stalking around behind her and applying a rear waistlock. Val attempted to snap off the German suplex only for it to be blocked by Tara, rearing back Lamb delivered forearm smashes into her opponents shoulders before re-applying the waistlock and this time snaps off the German suplex, dropping her onto the back of her head and shoulders. Val makes the cover, pushing her arm down on her chest as her other arm was used to hook the leg.

Zack: Val using her height and weight advantage there to lift Tara upwards and drop her on her head and neck with a devastating German suplex. Thunder’s gotta be in LaLaLand her in LA!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!NO!

Erica: So close to victory yet again. If Val can keep this up it might just be a matter of time until she gets her hand raised by the referee.

Melinda Davis waves off the three the moment her hand hits the mat, pointing to Tara’s shoulder that had come up off the canvas a heartbeat earlier. She confirms the count to Val as the Hall of Famer looks at her disbelievingly, Davis adamant once more that it’s only a two count. Coming to her feet, Val heads for Thunders legs grabbing them as she rolls her over and locks in a Boston Crab. Tara’s fists ball up as she pounds the mat, refusing to tap out, despite Lamb sitting down further in the hold and chooses instead to push up onto her knuckles and walk herself forward towards the ropes, slowly making progress against Val’s resistance and grabs them. Val holds onto the leglock until Davis gets to four, letting go and moving away for a moment before going back to the well once more, yanking on Tara’s ankles to pull her away from the ropes. Thunder manages to pull her legs towards her and shoot Val off with great force, causing her to fall backwards and land on her butt. The Dutch woman rolls to one knee as Valerie gets to her feet and advances on her opponent. Suddenly Thunder explodes upwards, grabbing her head and drilling her into the canvas with the Diamond Cutter, Lamb bouncing on the mat and rolling to one side. Tara crawls after her and makes the cover.

Zack: DOUBLE D!!! DOWN AND DEAD!!! This HAS got to be it, surely Val can’t kick out after that!

Erica: Val got caught and did you see how high she bounced off the mat!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Zack: NO!!! Val dug down deep and she’s kept this match alive!

Again Melinda Davis immediately waves off the three count, pointing to the Hall of Famers leg on the bottom rope. Tara can’t believe it, getting to her feet and advancing on Melinda Davis as she argues the count with her. The assigned official stands strong in the face of the intimidating woman. Finally the Dutchwoman turns back to find Val pulling herself up to her feet and moves towards her, driving a forearm into her jaw before yanking her away from the ropes and driving her down into the ring with a scoop powerslam. Holding her back in pain, Val sits up and starts to make it to her feet once more only for Tara to connect a bicycle kick to her head that knocks her down to the canvas once more. Heading for the corner, Tara climbs to the inside middle turnbuckle and drops forward, driving her elbow into Val’s heart. She hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall once more.

Erica: Tara’s back in control of this match and she’s asking Val a lot of questions here. Can she find the answers?!?

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: Lamb’s managing to keep her head above water, but the level keeps on rising and I don’t think she’ll be able to keep doing it much longer.

Val’s arm pops up before the three count and Tara pulls her up off the canvas, Irish whipping her into the ring ropes and catches her coming back to the middle of the ring with a huge spinebuster. Heading out to the apron Thunder climbs to the top, measures her opponent up and dives off for a flying headbutt...that gets nothing but canvas - Val showing tremendous awareness to dive out of the way. The two women sit up simultaneously and Val looks to strike first by locking in Twisted Consequences Spider Twist submission only for Tara to counter the move, grabbing hold of Val’s left leg and rolling through into a kneebar. In an instant the Dutch woman torques up the hold and getting a scream in pain from the Scot who rolls around trying to relieve the pressure on the knee. Finally Val rolls to her side pushing away with her right leg and grabbing hold of the bottom rope. Tara immediately stands up, grabbing hold of her opponents leg and attempts to yank her away from the ropes. Val’s grip remains strong until Thunder kicks her in the bottom of the spine, pulling her back into the middle of the ring and stepping through into a Sharpshooter.

Zack: WHO’S THE BITCH NO-?!?

As Tara leans forward and tries to turn the hold over, Val grabs hold of her head and rolls her up into a small package. Davis dives into position and makes the count.

Erica: Val’s got her in the small package and I don’t think Tara has a clue what the hell is happening here!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Tara kicks out a moment too late as Davis calls for the bell.

Zack: Valerie Lamb caught Tara Thunder and managed to roll her up into the pinning combination and hold her there for just long enough! Impressive resilience shown by Valerie and she’s got a huge win as her just rewards.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall...VALERIE LAMB!!!

Erica: Tara dominated for long spells of this match, but she got surprised by Val just as she was looking to apply the finishing touches. She’ll be disappointed with the result despite the performance that she put on.

The redhead watches as Tara slowly gets back to her feet, offering her a handshake. Tara stands motionless mostly for a moment before she reaches across and returns that handshake. Val slides out of the ring, celebrating as she comes to her feet, limping slightly on her left leg as she staggers up the ramp and the show cuts elsewhere.


Unity Calling

The next shot is that of Carson Black, as he stands between the duo known to FFW fans as KO/TO, Serafina DeCaro and Claire Black. The agent seems quite proud as he begins.

Carson: For those of you who ordered Redemption, you saw Serafina here do what she does best and came away victorious against a very game Steph Dallins. It was one of the highest rated matches of the show, from what I have seen said about it on Twitter by people like Wendy. And as a result of that victory and Claire’s defeat of Sunny, KO/TO has earned themselves another opportunity to challenge for the Unity titles. And I couldn’t be prouder of them both for doing so. I feel they came closer than any other team the Brew has faced in their reign as champions, save for Gabrielle & Alysson. My congratulations to the Kittens for making themselves number one contenders, as a victory over the Brew is extremely difficult to come by. As a result, it seems as though the Unity division has popped wide open.

Serafina: I’m happy to hear the match got such rave reviews. Steph proved how incredibly talented and tough she is in that match; it was never going to be easy and she made sure that I earned that shot. It was a real honour and pleasure to face her one on one like that and I hope her ankle is healed up too after that match.

Claire’s arms are crossed over her chest.

Claire: Congratulations to the Kittens. they picked up a win over the Brew and got named number one contenders. If lightning strikes twice then that would be a major accomplishment for a them, a real feather in their caps to knock off the now longest reigning Unity Champions. Or the Brew can show the world that they had one off night, that it was an aberration and rack up another successful defence. Either way, the victors are going to have us in their immediate future and we won’t come up short this time around. We’ll prove that we’re the best tag team in this company and claim the Unity Championships.

Carson: I already spoke with FFW management. The Kittens will be getting their shot during the upcoming tour at becoming the Unity Champions, since they are the number one contenders. But I am quite happy to report that whomever is the FFW Unity Champions come Sin & Sacrifice in September will be meeting KO/TO for those very titles in Detroit. So whether it be the Kittens or a rematch with the Witches Brew, I can’t think of a better place for this tag team title match. KO/TO, much like the Kittens, have earned this opportunity. And we welcome whomever is holding those titles by Sin & Sacrifice.

Claire: Whoever it might be. We’re not playing favourites, there’s no one team we’d rather face over the other, after all you’ve got to beat the best to be the best right? And the best walking in to Sin & Sacrifice will be whoever holds those title belts, whoever will have earned those title belts during the upcoming tour. And the best walking out of Sin & Sacrifice, with the Unity Championship belts in their possession...you’re looking at them right now.

The Buddhist takes a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before she weighs in.

Serafina: Whether it’s the Rocking Kittens or the Witches Brew we find ourselves up against in Detroit, it’s going to be a really tough match. We’ve all seen what Steph and Sunny are capable of as a team, how well they work together, how they seem to be able to beat all comers when everything is on the line. Last time we met them we came close, pushed them further than anyone else and we’ll have to find those extra couple of inches in order to find success. Whilst the Kittens...Alysson is an incredibly tough woman, hardened by years of Ultraviolence competition, Crimson is an accomplished high flying wrestler. They’ll pose their own challenges to us and won’t be easy to beat but we’ll give it everything we’ve got.

Carson: I look forward to this tag title match immensely, and have no doubt whoever meets these two ladies will give them quite the challenge. And at Sin & Sacrifice, regardless of which team it is, I have the utmost confidence that that team will be leaving the Unity titles in Detroit when a team who has clawed their way to the top of the pile for months claims the gold. We’ll see you in Detroit, ladies.

Carson added as he glanced to his team with a smile before we fade elsewhere.




Mark: And welcome back to ringside here at Unstoppable V.  I’m joined right now by a woman who is going to be challenging for the FFW Championship in just a little over an hour, but right now is going to call the championship in the division that’s nearest and dearest to her heart.  The first ever No Surrender Champion, Wendy Briese!

Wendy: Hey Mr. Horton!  Thanks for having me!

Mark: Wendy, you look a bit nervous right now.  Is that anxiety over your upcoming match against Mika?

Wendy: Well, I guess in part, but really, Mark, I’m a bit nervous about THIS match too.   What’s about to happen… just doesnt seem to be in the spirit of the No Surrender division.  But everyone seems so excited about it, and wants to try a new thing, so… I just hope something horrible doesn’t happen, and by the way Caroline was talking earlier… something horrible’s going to happen.

Mark: Well, we’re going to have to see…

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one submission-only fall, and is a SUBMISSIONS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH for the NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP! 

”DON’T SWEAT THE TECHNIQUE! DON’T SWEAT THE TECHNIQUE!”

The chorus of fans erupt through the arena as the lights go off and a single spotlight shines near the entrance on a local saxaphone player. The musician plays their instrument on time with Eric B. & Rakim’s “Don’t Sweat The Technique” now playing on the sound system. The silhouette of Killer C can be seen in front of the entranceway to the ring. When the lights return to normal, Caroline is seen standing tall with her arms crossed, looking at the crowd with a wry grin. Hanging around her neck as she walks to the ring is the FFW No Surrender Championship. She rolls into the ring and motions for Cory to hand her the mic and she thanks him. She pulls down her bandana from her lips to speak.

Caroline: I am... From Tampa Bay, Florida by way of San Fernando in the island of Trinidad and Tobago. I weigh in tonight at 155 pounds and I AM YOUR NO SURRENDER CHAMPION... WHAT’S MY NAME?

Crowd: KKKILLLLLEEERRRR C!!!!!!!

Caroline nods slowly and hands the mic back to Cory as well as her championship to the ref before she goes to her corner and her entrance song dies down.

‘Wendy: Well,that’s a bit odd.  Normally the champion comes out second in a title match.

Mark: Yeah, well, Caroline specifically requested to come out first.  Does she have something planned?

Cory: And her opponent…

As the Jace Everett's “Bad Things” song starts Starla emerges from the backstage area as the line “When you came in the air went out” is sung. Pausing momentarily to stare into the crowd she is joined by Alex Adonis. Walking down to the ring she waves to the crowd.

Climbing the ring steps she will turn on the top step to face outwards, arching her back against the ring post and running her hand down the curves of her body, before quickly turning and stepping through the ring ropes where she is joined by her husband. As the music fades, Alex finishes giving her a last minute pep talk and they exchange one last kiss before he leaves the ring and Starla turns her attention back to the middle of the ring.

Cory: Standing 5’9” tall and weighing 127lbs from Atlanta, Georgia and accompanied by her husband Alex Adonis, please welcome...STARLA MCCLOUD!!!

Mark: Well, here’s a woman you are definitely familiar with, Wendy.

Wendy: Not exactly.  I know, Starla and I had two stellar matches in the early days of the division, and we exchanged the title, but… she’s coming off as a much different person than she was when I faced her.  She’s more focused, and a lot less petty and cruel.

Mark: Well, I’m not sure about petty, but she’s certainly going to need to show her vicious side here today.  Caroline has set up a very dangerous match. 

Wendy: Speaking of which, where is Caroline?  She was right in front of us just before Starla came out and…

Wendy’s voice trails off as they see Caroline standing back atop the stage, tapping her foot as if she’s waiting for someone.  As Starla turns to look up at her, Caroline grins and beckons for her to come on, the crowd popping at the invitation.  Starla looks down at her husband, unsure, but she finally shrugs and rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp, as Caroline crouches down, waiting for her.

Wendy: Uh oh… I think Caroline’s REALLY taking this ‘count anywhere’ thing seriously.  I don’t think she even wants the match to START in the ring! 

Mark: And Starla is taking her up on it!   She’s heading up the ramp!  For the first time ever, the No Surrender Championship is going to be decided starting on the entrance stage!

In the ring, Kevin Fisk realize what’s going on, and calls for the bell, bringing a roar from the crowd.

*DING DING DING!*

Mark: There’s the bell, and the reinvention of the No Surrender Division has begun!

Wendy: ...But the No Surrender division was fine just the way it was.

Caroline gets back to a standing position as Starla nears the top of the ramp, and together the two lock up, staggering around the stage in a collar and elbow, their feet clattering on the metal.  Starla goes for a hammerlock but it’s promptly reversed by Caroline.  Caroline works the hold for a bit, but Starla manages to flip her over in a judo toss, with Caroline just getting her feet under her before she crashes onto the stage.  Caroline crosses her arms, powering out of Starla’s grip, and then flips Starla over her, Starla also landing feet first, as Caroline goes for a waistlock.

Wendy: Excellent chain wrestling to start us off… but that’s really high stakes chain wrestling.

Mark: You’re right on that.  That’s not wood and canvas below for them to land on, but cold hard unforgiving steel!

Caroline tries to hit a suplex out of the waist lock, but Starla blocks it and applies a headlock, the torque being enough to force Caroline’s arms from around her waist.  Starla runs forward, leaping for a bulldog, but Caroline pulls back, and Starla swings high in the air, legs kicking before landing on her feet.  Caroline lifts her up for a side slam, and again Starla swing in the air kicking her legs and lands on her feet, using her momentum to take Caroline over in an armdrag takedown.  Caroline hits the steel, but at a roll making the impact minimum, and is quickly rising to her feet, and she catches Starla with a fireman’s carry, flipping Starla onto her back on the steel stage!

Mark: And there you have it, folks. That cold, hard unforgiving steel!  Starla just took all of it. 

Wendy: They’re going to tear each other to shreds… this isn’t going to end well, Mark.

Starla arches her back in agony, and Caroline picks her up again, scooping her, and slamming her into the stage, and again, Starla’s arching her back.  Caroline grabs Starla’s arm, and leans back, applying an armbar, drawing painful grunts and writhing from Starla as she tries to clasp her wrist, to keep her arm from being fully extended.  But Caroline rocks to torque the hold, and STarla loses her grip, the armbar fully applied!

Wendy: That armbar seems basic, but it’s a very painful move.  And unlike a normal match, you dont get a ropebreak!  Starla’s going to have to be very creative to get out of this one!

Mark: That absence of ropebreak is going to be a huge difference in this match, I feel.  Changes the strategy up completely.

Starla is clearly in pain, but is refusing to tap to the hold.  Caroline, keeping the hold applied, begins to scoot back, towards the edge of the stage, slowly but surely bringing Starla along with her.  As her butt overhangs the edge, Caroline throws herself backwards, off the stage, so that she (and Starla’s arm) are dangling off the stage, with McCloud’s body being their only support.  And Starla starts SCREAMING.

Mark: Caroline is showing first hand what can be done in this kind of match!  Her entire body weight is being leveraged against Starla!  And Starla is clearly in unthinkable pain!

Wendy: This is WHY there are rope-breaks in normal wrestling!  But now something as simple as an armbar is a deadly move!  She could dislocate’s Starla’s shoulder!

Starla tries to break out of the hold, but is having zero success, and Fisk is atop her, asking if she wants to quit.  Starla refuses, and decides to try rolling the only way she can go… towards Caroline.  Which, of course sends both women cavalcading off the stage!

*CRUNCH!*

Wendy: OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!  They both fell off… in AN ARMBAR no less…

Mark: That was a good seven-eight foot drop!  I think it’s safe to say that the hold is broken… and maybe Starla’s arm as well!

Needless, to say, the hold IS broken, luckily Starla’s arm isn’t, but both women are lying in a heap admist the pile of crates and table that they landed on.  The crowd is roaring in excitement as both women try and pick themselves off the wreckage.  Caroline moves towards Starla, but Starla picks her up, and delivers a devastating spinebuster onto the concrete!

Mark: Onto the cold hard concrete for Caroline!  Neither of these women are operating wth any kind of safety net.

Wendy: And Starla’s going over to one of those rigging ropes our stage crew sets up.   I’m not so sure what she’s planning to do with it…

Starla grabs the rope, and ties it around Caroline’s wrist, making sure its nice and tight, then grabs another rigging rope, doing it to the opposite hand, leaving Caroline limply dangling by her hands, but her torso and legs are still on the floor.  Starla moves behind caroline, and digs her knee into her back, cupping her chin as well, and pulling back, and now it’s Caroline’s turn to scream!

Wendy: She’s got Caroline in a surfboard while she’s SUSPENDED FROM THE CEILING!

Mark: The good doctor is showing that as good as humans are hurting each other with their own bodies, they’re even better at it with props!  Caroline’s got to quit here!

But Caroline refuses to quit, even though Fisk is repeatedly asking her.  After a bit more of the hold, the ropes around her wrist begin to unravel, and suddenly Caroline is free, collapsing to the floor, Fisk making sure everyone knows that there was no submission.

Mark: That didn’t get the win for Starla, but you have to think serious damage has been done to Caroline’s arms there.

Wendy: They’re not even hitting each other with anything!  They’ve just turned the Staples Center into a massive TORTURE CHAMBER!  And now Starla’s getting… A LADDER?!

Starla grabs the ladder, and carries it over, setting it atop Caroline’s downed form.  She grabs one of Caroline’s legs, and lifts it.  It takes a couple of tries to get Caroline’s leg through one of the rungs, but she does, and cranks down, Caroline’s screaming again as her body is lifted off the concrete, the lynchpin being the rung of the ladder.  Again fisk is asking if she wants to quit, but Carolne gamely refuses.

Wendy: That looks really close to a stretch plum, but more of the body is elevated, and the fulcrom point is a lot more narrow and unforgiving than a human shoulder.  In short… that’s way worse.

Mark: But Caroline is gamely REFUSING to quit!  You almost have to wonder what hell she put herself through to train for this match?

Starla proves unable to keep the hold applied for too long, and is forced to let go, Caroline’s leg falling back to earth, the Champion immediately cradling it.  Starla picks up the ladder, and tosses it aside, then drags Caroline to her feet, Killer C obviously favoring her right leg.  Starla hooks Caroline up as if she were to go for a DDT, but Caroline shoves her away, and whips her into the Barricade, Starla letting out a shriek as she takes the corner in the ribs.  Caroline steadies herself on her leg, and then CHARGES at Starla, leaping with a diving clothesline that sends both women tumbling over the barricade into the crowd!

Mark: Looks like the people over in Section 113A are going to be getting a bit up close and personal!

Wendy: The further and further they get away from the ring, the more possibilities to how they can hurt each other is growing.  We have definitely never seen anything like this before.

The crowd is going wild as both women get to their feet, and start swigning at each other.  Starla catches Caroline enough to rock her, but the Trinidadian is still coherent enough to catch her next punch.  She pulls Starla by the arm over to the stairway, and slam her down hard so that her armpit is driven into the steel!  Starla grunts in pain from the move, and Caroline grabs her head, taking a few steps before slamming it into the railing.  She knees Starla in the gut, doubling the doctor over, then slides her under the stair railing.  She pulls her up on the otherside, and applies a cobra clutch, cranking back so that Starla’s back is also bending over the railing!

Wendy: Another strong combination here, and Fisk is right on it.  I’m honestly surprised neither of these women have given up yet.  They’ve just gone at it viciously from the bell!

Mark: Definitely not a catch as catch can classic, but the crowd is loving!

Starla refuses to tap, and Caroline releases the hold.  Caroline slumps over the railing, clearly spent, while Starla lays on the stairs, clutching her back, and pounding the stairs in pain and frustration.  Caroline takes a few steps further up the stairs, only to take a clubbing blow from behind thanks to STarla.   Caroline turns and throws a haymaker, Starla having to pinwheel her arms to catch her balance, then grab the railing.  That opens her to a few more shots from Caroline, but Starla counters bakc again, and the two women stagger up the stairs, through the curtain into the concourse.

Mark: Well, they’ve left the ringside area, and I don’t think there’s any chance theyr’e going to be returning.  We have officially gone where No No Surrender Match has gone before!

Wendy:  This has been such a horrible match so far.  It’s painful to watch how extreme the harm these two women are doing to each other.  I just hope no careers are ended.

Caroline throws another punch at Starla, but McCloud blocks it, kicking Caroline in the bad leg as she does.  Caroline buckles, and Starla grabs her and flings her into a trashcan, upending the bin.  Starla picks up Caroline, and scoopslams her back first onto the trashcan, the hard plastic barely giving at all.  Caroline arches her back, and tries to roll off, but Starla grabs one arm and one leg, leaning back as she applies a bow and arrow.

Wendy: Bow and arrow on a trashcan!  Caroline is being bent in half, and Starla’s now tasting victory!

Mark: Caroline’s back took a punishment with the rigging rope surfboard, and this is only making things worse.  Fisk is right there, and I think he’s almost eager to end it!

But Caroline again refuses to quit, no matter how insistently Fisk asks.  Again, Starla tires of the hold,and releases, falling to the concrete, breathing heavily, as Caroline rolls off the trashcan, onto the floor. 

Mark: Both women are down and exhausted!   This has not been that long of a match, but they are going at it!

Wendy: It has been almost all submission holds, Mark.  But every single one they’ve done has had the damage magnified by the props their using.  Both challenger and champion have torn each other apart for the honor of holding that belt!

Both women are now getting to their feet.  Starla is almost up, brushing the hair out of her face.  Caroline’s crawled to a Souvenier table and is using that to get to her feet.  As she gains a vertical base, Starla charges in with a bicycle kick, but Caroline moves out of the way, and Starla kicks over the table instead!   Starla turns, but Caroline kicks her in the gut, gets a headlock, and drives her into the concrete with a DDT!  Starla flops on the concrete, and Caroline grabs an arm, dragging it through the metal frame legs of the table.  She then applies a kimura, locking it on and using the table leg as extra leverage!

Wendy: This has to be it!  Kimura’s are a death sentence well enough in wrestling, and this one… dear god.  If Starla doesn’t quit, she’s going to get her arm broken!

Mark: Fisk is again on it!  This could be Starla’s swansong!

But Starla reaches out with her free hand, and grabs Caroline by the hair, the champion shrieking (although not as loud as the challenger is!)  Starla yanks down, and Caroline’s head hits concrete.  Again Starla yanks, and Caroline’s head bounces off.  The third time, Caroline breaks the hold,and again both women lie still on the concrete, the crowd back in the arena going nuts.

Mark: Starla survived it!  She survived the Kimura!   And Caroline looks like she’s out of ideas!

Wendy: That’s just absolute resilience there.  But I’m just sitting here wondering what’s it going to take to end this, and I’m almost afraid of the answer!

Again, both women try to climb from their feet, sweat and blood and dirt covering both.  Starla suddenly bursts forward, charging at Caroline, catching her in the middle and driving her back into the wall of a planter that’s lining the concourse.  Caroline doesnt even have enough left to scream, just making a silent face of agony.  Starla backs up just a second, then drives in again, slamming Caroline into the side of the planter once more.  She then stands up, grabbing Caroline with both hands, and with a mighty heave tosses her over the wall up onto the planter.

Wendy: Starla’s going into that small decorative plant garden… and I’m not sure what she’s got in mind.

Mark: Maybe she’s going to strangle her with a fern.  Don’t give me that look, I’m joking.

Starla climbs up onto the planter too, and drags Caroline to her feet, but Caroline fights back with blows to the midsection.  She hooks Starla up, and goes for a vertical suplex, but Starla blocks it, and counters with a suplex of her own!

Mark: Caroline trying to fight back, but Starla drives her in the dirt.

Wendy: At least its a softer surface than what they’ve been landing on…

Starla pulls Caroline’s head up, and drags her to the edge of the planter, dangling her feet off the edge.  She then kneels down, applying her Stockholm Syndrome dragon sleeper as the crowd erupts!  Caroline’s left dangling by her neck, her back bent over Starla’s knee, and the rest of her body dangling into thin air!

Wendy: This has to be over now!  We have a new champion!  Starla is literally HANGING Caroline with her Stockholm Syndrome!

Mark: Caroline’s trying to kick her feet!  She’s trying something… but she cant’ reach anything!  Get that bell ready, COry!

Fisk is right in Caroline’s side, asking if she wants to quit.  But even unable to breath, her eyes screwed up, and her face starting to turn red, Caroline mouths “NO!”.   Starla grits her teeth, as the move is clearly taking a lot out of her, but she keeps it applied, as Caroline, desperate claws at her legs, the majority of the crowd cheering for the challenger as they sense the champion’s weakening.

Mark: Caroline has held out this long, but she literally has NOWHERE to go!   

Wendy: It’s pride against your own well being, Mark, and this is the time where your well-being HAS to win out!

Carolines’ struggles weaken, and she slows her kicking, her face becoming calmer.  Slowly, she raises her hand, palm out, moving it toward Starla’s leg as if to tap on it…

And Starla’s grip gives out, releasing Caroline, the champion dropping to the floor and collapsing as Starla stares down at her incredulously.

Wendy: SHE SURVIVED?!  Caroline SURVIVED Stockholm Syndrome? 

Mark: Starla just literally had the No Surrender Championship SLIP through her fingers!  She was so close!

Caroline crawls away slowly, trying to get to her feet, and Starla perches herself on the edge of the planter, looking like a hungry, angry, frustrated bird of prey.  As Caroline staggers to her feet, Starla leeps with a crossbody… only for Caroline to spin around and counter with a diamond cutter!  The crowd roars again, this time for the champion as both women are down again, side by side, Caroline’s arm atop Starla’s chest!

Mark: In a normal Falls Count Anywhere match, we’d have a pinfall!  But this is not by anymeans a NORMAL match!

Wendy: No pinfalls.  No countouts.  No disqualifications.  Submissions ONLY, and I dont know if anyone has any left that are going to work!

And once again, both women are slowly clamboring to their feet, the crowd in the arena now deafening out on the concourse.  Starla lashes with a punch, hitting Caroline, but Caroline counters.  For several seconds, both women throw drunken haymakers at each other, rocking back and forth, neither one so much as trying to block.  But then Starla winds up too much, and Caroline ducks, swinging around to Starla’s back and applying a full nelson before the doctor has any idea what just happened!

Wendy: Here it comes!  TROVAO...NO!

Mark: Starla somehow blocked it!

Starla struggles enough to kee the bomb from coming, and stamps down on Caroline’s instep.  Caroline wobbles, and Starla smashes her head back into Caroline’s face, breaking the hold.  Caroline staggers back, and Starla comes in low, lifting Caroline up high and slamming her on her back on the concrete!

Mark: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!  Almost literally in this case!  Caroline’s been broken in half!

Wendy: Starla’s sensing the end!  She’s going for the legs, what’s that?  SHARPSHOOTER!  SHES GOING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER!

Caroline struggles only briefly as Starla gets the hold locked on, and turns her over.  Caroline’s screams echo throughout the concourse, heard even over the din of the crowd.  She claws at the air, looking for something, anything to save her, but isnt’ finding anything.  With Fisk again on top of her, Caroline does the only thing she can do to stay alive- start crawling.

Wendy: Caroline’s crawling… but to what?  There’s no ropes to save her!  She’s trapped!

Mark: It looks like she’s crawling towards that escalator over there!  But why I have no earthly idea!

Caroline puts hand over hand, slowly but surely making progress as the slick concrete makes it virtually impossible for Starla to fully dig her feet in.  Caroline reaches out for something, anything, but only crawls closer to the downwards moving staircase, which she’s almost to the mouth of, screaming “NO!” at Fisk every time he asks her. 

Mark: Starla’s having trouble keeping her balance!  But she’s still got that hold on tight!

Wendy: I think Caroline’s just delerious from the pain!  She’s just crawling to crawl, and has no idea what else to do! 

Caroline reaches around, looking for something anything.  Frustrated and in pain, she pounds the sidewall of the escalator once.   She slumps on the ground, and again her hand comes up, dangling over the metal sheath of the escalator, raising it slightly…

Wendy: WHAT THE H-

And then she lunges as hard as she can at the next stair that comes out desperately grabbing onto the edge of it.  She screams as she’s stretched to the limit by the stair pulling her one way, Starla the other, but just for a second.  Starla’s caught off guard by the sudden opposite pulling and she staggers back, releasing the hold…

...and stepping right over the edge lip of the escalator, completely off balance.

*THUNKATHUNKATHUNKATHUNKATHUNKA*

Mark: OH MY GOD!  DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!  CAROLINE BROKE THE HOLD BUT IT CAUSED STARLA TO FALL DOWN THE ESCALATOR.

Wendy: Oh God… that’s… she bounced on her head several times and… she’s just LYING there…

The fans aren’t exactly sharing Wendy’s concern, as a MASSIVE “HOLY SHIT” chant has broken out.  Caroline, for her part, looks completely stunned at the outcome of her desperate grab.  Starla’s in a heap, motionless, and Caroline stares at her as she just slides down with the escalator.

Wendy: Please move,Starla.  My God… please move…

Mark: Things have just gotten completely and utterly out of control here at Unstoppable!  Starla McCloud… there’s no words to describe it and HOLY FUCK SHES MOVING!

The crowd absolutely erupts as Starla begins to stir shaking her head to clear the cobwebs as she tries once more to push herself up.  Caroline’s jaw is slacked as she watches Starla try to stumble to her feet, battered, bruised, but otherwise okay.  Thinking quickly, Caroline leaps to her feet, and jumps on the sidewall of the escalator, running down the remaining distance, and LEAPING at the bottom, smashing into Starla with a diving clothesline!

Mark: Caroline pulling out the high risk!  Holy crap after everything she and Starla has been through… can this be it!

Wendy: She has to end it now!  She just HAS to!

Starla’s barely moving again, the clothesline apparently being the final straw for her energy.  Caroline pushes herself on her elbows, and crawls towards Starla… quickly grabbing her head and locking on her figure four neckscissors!

Wendy: News at 11!   She’s got news at 11 on, and if Starla can get out of this, just end the match and award her the belt before someone gets killed.

Mark: Starla, does she have anything left?  ANYTHING left in that tank?

Caroline’s practically begging Starla to submit as she applies the hold, but Starla’s still trying to feebly struggle.  Fisk comes running up, asking if she wants to quit, but Starla refuses… reaching out, trying to claw at Caroline’s leg.  Caroline tries to squeeze tighter, and for a second, Starla’s eyes close… her hand wavering…

...and then she begins to tap on Caroline’s leg.

Mark: ITS OVER!  ITS OVER!  CAROLINE STARK HAS RETAINED THROUGH ABSOLUTE HELL!

Wendy: Oh… thank… God…

*DING DING DING!*

The crowd in the arena ERUPTS as Caroline releases the hold, lying back, her eyes glazed over as the last of her own strength leaves her body.  Starla rolls over on her side, gasping for air, as medical attendants come rushing out to help both women.  Back in the ring, Cory makes it official.

Cory: The winner of this match… and STILL NO SURRENDER CHAMPON……….. CAROLINE STARK!

The crowd erupts again, as both Caroline and Starla are helped into a sitting position, being given water and Gatorade as the EMT’s check them over.  Fisk gives Caroline her belt, and she raises it weakly, grinning only for it to end in a coughing fit, and she chugs her water.

Mark: I cannot believe what we just saw, Wendy.  Both women promised that they were going to take submission wrestling to new heights, and they DID IT.  That was the damnedest thing I’d ever seen!

Wendy: I dont know what to think, Mr. Horton.  It was intense, it was exciting, but it was… I just don’t know.  But Caroline certainly earned the right to keep her title tonight, and Starla… God.  She put up one heck of a fight.   Two of the best talents the division has to offer right now.

Mark: Well, thanks for joining me, Wendy.  I know you have your own match to get ready for, so good luck tonight, and we’ll see you in a bit! 

Wendy: Thanks Mark.  I’ll see you all later!

And with the final image of Caroline being helped to her feet, we cut elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

Adam & Mandy

The next thing we see is Adam Grant in the tech area, and he’s joined by none other than Amanda Gray. As she approaches, he leaves his seat and greets her with a hug.

Adam: Having a good time? Unstoppable is kind of huge, even if you already debuted on another Pay Per View.

He told her with a wink. Mandy hugs him back, a smile on her face, though she looks a little lost.

Mandy: It’s been great so far! Though a little overwhelming, I’ll admit. Jodi, you and Valerie tol me it’s a massive show...I just didn’t expect it to be QUITE this big!

Adam: It is a bit much, I remember when I went to this show for the first time. But you get used to it. I want you to know how proud I am of how well you did at Redemption. I know you came up a touch short, but you showed a lot of heart and determination. And you can ask any of these guys behind me, I was pretty useless while you were out there for watching. You did great...and now you’re getting to go to Japan for your next match, per what Cody told me.

MAndy stars at him for a second, her face blank. Then she breaks out into a wide grin, jumping on the balls of her feet.

Mandy: OH MY GOD! REALLY?! YES! THAT IS SO FREAKING COOL!

Adam: Yeahhhh. I just want you to be careful. Your Velocity debut is against a member of the Social Elite. And they tend to travel in packs at times, so…. You got Candi, who just went 2-0 against Destiny Figgins tonight.

Mandy: I know they do! It’s sucky and annoying,...and makes me think of dishonourable Klingons, but that’s okay. They always get done for their actions in the end in the show and movies, so I’ll make sure she gets her dishonour proven again in front of the ultimate High Council!

Adam: I just don’t want to see you getting forced to pucker up for anyone in that clique, well one in particular actually. I just remember what Candi made Vargas do back at Byte This. And I’d rather you avoid that if at all possible.

Mandy: Don’t worry, I’ll keep a phaser or a bat'leth to hand at all times and pull her heart out if it comes to that! Well...not quite like that, but you get what I mean…

Adam nods in agreement, giving her another brief hug.

Adam: You got all your travel stuff sorted, passport and everything, right? There was an issue a couple years back where someone didn’t realize they’d need one for some reason. Need any help getting it all sorted?

Mandy: Yes, that was Jodie. She didn’t have one at the time if I remember correctly. It was a all a bit weird. And yes, everything’s sorted. Updated visas are going to be needed...and possibly a request for a bigger passport, since I did a bit of Africa during my year after graduating high school…

Adam: Okay then, just checking. If you want, Jestine and I will treat you and Brandon to a late dinner after the show tonight, unless you got plans with Jodie or something. What do you think?

Mandy: No plans with Jodie. I’m sure Brandon would be okay with it but we’ll check with him anyway! But yeah, I’d love to.

Adam: Alright, let me know. Oh, the Evolution title match is next. Who you picking? Eileen or Kinsey?

Mandy: Eily! I like them both, but I prefer Eileen.

Adam: Well we are about to find out then.

He pointed towards the monitor sitting at the table with the tech team as we cut to a video package regarding the Evolution Championship match.




Mark: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and looks not only do I get to call another match with my wife, but also I get to call the Evolution Championship match, which is sure to be one hell of a show.

Erica: Always a treat calling a match with my husband, and you’ve got that right this is going to be nuts!

As Good Girl by Carrie Underwood starts to play, Kinsey DeCaro heads to the centre of the stage, nodding her head to the music with a huge smile. As the clapping refrain starts on the music, she claps in time to it, encouraging the crowd to join in as she rushes from one side of the stage to the other. Finally returning back to the middle of the stage the short blonde heads down the entrance ramp, pinballing from side to side as she high fives as many fans as possible.

Cory: Entering first, the challenger. Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio by way of Philadelphia Pennsylvania....KINSEY DECARO!!!!!

Getting to the ring she slides under the bottom rope and rolls to her feet, heading for one corner, her grin getting bigger as she loves every second and shows the crowd her appreciation. Dropping to her feet she heads for the opposite corner showing the crowd her appreciation once more. This time as she drops to the canvas, she starts to constantly make minor non-adjustments to her elbow and knee pads for comfort as she waits for her opponent.

Erica: Some have said Kinsey’s not ready for this division, but personally I think those rare few are out of their minds. Honestly all you need to do is look at what this woman has accomplished and you’d know she’s earned this shot.

Mark: You’ve got that right, hell you can just look at the Elimination Chamber, as she out lasted so many others, including Samara Steele who came in last.

“THE KING OF THE RING! UNDISPUTED!
THERE’S NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE!”

The crowd sounds puzzled when the first words of “The Demon’s Blade” echoes throughout the dimmed arena. Eileen Amaro silently comes out to meet the crowd in a white hoodie vest, her hood pulled up over her head. The hood obscures her eyes and a gas mask hangs off the vest’s left sleeve like a shoulder pad. Instead of black she has white tights; gas mask design on the left thigh and “Amaro” in indigo letters down the right. Eily also sports white shin guards and wrestling boots with indigo highlights. There's no trace of her former 'Tsunami' gear. Beside her comes out Wolf Ramsey who stares at the ring and says a few things to his client. Amaro however keeps that taciturn air about her and begins to strafe left and right with short hops. She begins to shadow box with her wrapped fists before Wolf motions her forward and she walks on as the crowd rumbles.

“Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe,
Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries!
I always understood that the pain was a necessity,
put the pressure on you until we exchange densities.”

Cory: Accompanied to the ring by Wolf Ramsey... From Ocean City, Maryland and weighing in at 140 pounds... This is Your reigning and defending FFW EVOLUTION CHAMPION...EILEEN AMARO!!

Eileen rolls into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, pulling off her hood to stare out at the crowd before holding up the Evolution Championship as now the cheers start to finally roll in.

Mark: Eileen showing some new music...and ring gear tonight. That’s a bit of a change, what’s with the gas mask?

Erica: A new intensity perhaps? Or reinventing herself? Heck it’s the biggest Pay Per View of the year, maybe Eileen’s just going for a little extra showmanship?

Mark: Whatever it is, the champ is here and referee Jennifer Stringer is about to call for the bell. 

The ref gives a quick check over both wrestlers, patting them down for any weapons. Both Eileen and Kinsey give Jennifer a look as if to say ‘who do you think we are? Aimee Easter?’ as they soon lock eyes from across the ring.  Once satisfied the ref calls for the bell and we’re off. They circle each other, swatting hands and looking intense.  Eileen and Kinsey go for a classic clinch.  Eileen and Kins push back against one another, both vying for the advantage, heels digging in.  After pushing back and forth Eileen manages to push Kinsey into the ropes, but rolling Kinsey manages to turn it around with Eileen against the ropes. And in a moment Eileen ends up with her back against the corner. The ref breaks it and both step away, Kinsey with the tiniest of smiles.

Mark: Looks like Kinsey enjoyed that, both women deciding to start this with some classic wrestling it seems.

Erica: You’d be smiling too if you just ended up beating the champ in a classic clinch. She better not think that means more than what it is. The match has barely begun.

They grapple again and it starts to go with Eileen’s back to the ropes, then Kinsey...and broken by a knee from Eileen to Kins to the gut. Kinsey is doubles over and Eileen goes for a standing armbar, twisting Kinsey’s arm and forcing a yelp from the blonde.  As she wrenches Kinsey rolls forward and using Eileen’s own armbar she rolls out and reverses it into an armbar that she transitions to a hammerlock.  Eileen looks a touch shocked as her face contorts, arm bent painfully behind her.  The Evolution Champion reaches back but can’t seem to grab Kinsey. Instead Eileen manages to twist Kinsey’s own wrist, getting behind her for a hammerlock of her own that she transitions into a side headlock, holding it nice and tight.  Eileen goes to flip Kins but the blonde holds strong an pushes  Eileen off into the ropes. As Eileen comes back Kins dives down, the champ hopping over her and coming off the ropes again only for the blonde to leapfrog over her.  Eileen comes back a second time into a hip toss from Kinsey but manages to land on her feet and going to hip toss Kinsey in return. The challenger lands on her feet and uses this momentum to run into the ropes as well.  She ducks a clothesline attempt from Eileen who runs at the opposite ropes, using them to springboard for a moonsault, only for Kinsey to rull under and Eileen lands on her feet, both wrestlers ready for more. And the crowd is going insane.

Mark: Right there ladies and gentlemen, right there is a perfect example of some of the best chain wrestling and agility in this company today.

Erica: That was...wow.

Both wrestlers stop for a second to look at the crowd.

Crowd: “LET’S GO EILEEN LET’S GO! *Clap! Clap! Clap!* 

Crowd: “LET’S GO KINSEY LET’S GO! *Clap! Clap! Clap!*

Eileen claps for a second along with Kinsey and they both get right back into it, circling one another again. Kinsey takes the initiative with a stiff chop, which is retaliated by one from Eileen.  Kinsey chops again and Eileen winces, taking a step back before retaliating again and sending Kinsey back a few steps with a hiss.  Eileen takes advantage, pulling Kinsey's hands away from her chest and sending another chop, then another, and another until the blonde is in the corner.  Eileen gives a kick to the gut, a forearm and then a nasty slap before whipping Kinsey across the ring into the far corner.  She rushes in to follow with what looks like a splash but gets a back elbow to the jaw from DeCaro that sends her staggering.  Eileen rushes in again only to get a rope assisted double boot to the face, sending her back a second time.  Kinsey hops up on the middle rope, then up to the top and Eileen turns around right into a picture perfect missile dropkick! Kinsey goes for the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!!

KICKOUT!!!

Eileen kicks out before the two count and Kinsey wastes no time finding her next target. She grabs Eileen’s leg and drives her foot into it once, twice, three times before falling back for a foot DDT she turns into a kneebar where Kinsey is certainly focusing not only on the knee, but the ankle of the same leg as she torques both at the same time.

Mark: Neither woman is holding back at all, from those nasty strikes from the Champion to that painful leglock from the challenger.

Erica: Kinsey knows without the use of a leg Eileen’s offense is down quite a bit, no running, no jumping, no kicks.  Kind of hard to lift someone when your knee or ankle gives out too. Smart thinking early on from Kinsey.

Eileen howls in pain as her knee and ankle are bent in ways they honestly shouldn’t. Eileen sits up with a cry of pain and sends a few stiff shots to Kinsey’s jaw that finally breaks the hold.  Eileen shakes her fist out, not a brawler after all, and rolls away to her feet.  Standing up she shakes out her leg as Kinsey holds her jaw. The blonde comes in fast again, grabbing the champ’s arm and goes to irish whip her away from the corner she’s near, only to pull her back towards it.  But Eileen reverses that and soon Kinsey is spun around into a flapjack and landing with her face smashing against the top rope, falling hard to her back.

Mark: Quick thinking on Eileen there in both accounts, and she sure is aggressive tonight, don’t you think?

Erica: She’s defending her title, yeah she’s a bit more aggressive but maybe she has to be.

Eileen takes not even a half second to rest as she pulls Kinsey up, only to drop her back down hard to the mat with a leg-hook saito suplex, going for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Kinsey gets the shoulder up well before three, only to be yanked up and dropped again with an arm-wrench ddt that lays her out. Eileen rolls Kinsey onto her back and rushes the ropes using them to springboard off for a moonsault, but she doesn’t pin right away. Eileen runs again and comes off before jumping up for a hard two-foot stomp to Kinsey’s ribs that lets out an audible “OOOUUF!!” from the blonde before going for another pin attempt.  But as she reaches down Kinsey counters with a rollup of her own!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-KICKOUT!!

Erica: Wow that was close! Not sure if Kinsey was playing possum or just acted, either way we almost had a new champ with a rolluP!

Mark: Kinsey saw an opportunity and took it, can’t let moments like that slip in this kind of match.

Eileen rolls away with her eyes wide in shock as Kinsey uses the ropes to help rise, holding her ribs. Eileen is on the offense this time, coming in quick and blasting Kinsey with another kick to the ribs and sits her up on the top rope. Another few stiff chops followed by a palm thrust keeps the blonde from fighting back and she climbs up to the top rope. Eileen climbs up, firing a few more head shots before loop her arm around Kinsey’s head. But Kins grabs the top rope and hooks a leg on it to stop them from falling off for a superplex. Kins holds tight and with her free hand fires a sharp shot to Eileen’s sore knee, then to her body before standing on the top rope as Eileen doubles over. And then she went flying, doing a top rope sunset flip powerbomb into a pin, Eileen’s head bouncing hard off the mat.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THR-KICKOUT!!!

Mark: Good lord what an impact! Eileen’s head bounced right up off the mat with that!

Erica: You mentioned aggression, Mark. I don’t think it’s just Eileen who is showing it.

Kinsey rolls over shocked as Eileen has a similar expression as she stares up at the arena lights.  The champ is slow to rise and Kinsey gets up first, taking aim as Eileen is up one one knee and catches her with a shining wizard that hits with surgical precision at the back of Eileen’s head...but she doesn’t fall over. In fact Eileen gets up and runs off the ropes into a Rolling Koppu Kick that catches Kinsey right in the forehead. The blonde however doesn’t fall over either. Eileen and Kinsey lock eyes and go face to face, nose to nose. Eileen and Kinsey just staring into one another’s eyes with pure intensity before Eileen hits a rolling Kesagiri Chop, followed by a spinning heel kick that staggers Kins. The Champ runs into the ropes as Kinsey staggers for a flying forearm only for Kinsey to fall to her back and dodge only to kip up right after! Eileen rises up to get all of a disaster kick to the face as Kins springboards off the ropes, sending her spinning. As Eileen spins Kinsey grabs Eileen’s arms from behind and hits her spinning impaler, hooking the leg for a pin.

Mark: HIGH NOTE!! Do we have a new champion?!?!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE-NO!!!

Eileen had her foot on the bottom rope, getting out just in time. Before Eileen can even think of recovering Kinsey hooks her opponents arms and wraps her legs around her for a double underhook with body scissors submission.

Erica: From High Note right into Standing Room Only! Eileen is trapped!

Eileen is stuck, howling in pain as her ribs are crushed and arms torqued almost from their sockets.  All she can do is roll from side to side and kick out in pain.  Kinsey’s eyes are shut as she let out a shout as she pulls hard and squeezes even harder. Eileen howls and rolls back and forth, back and forth until she rolls over, then over...and somehow manages to roll them to the bottom rope and out of the ring!  Their bodies fall hard onto the arena floor, breaking the hold.

Mark: Pure and utter desperation there by Amaro, but she’s free...at what cost though?

Erica: There was no way out of that otherwise I think, Mark. Eileen had ring awareness enough to know where the ropes were and did what she had to.

Referee Jennifer Stringer starts the slow ten count as both women start to rise, Eileen a bit slower though it seem Kinsey hit her head on the fall, holding her temple as she uses the apron to help stand. Both women get eye contact again and in a flash they’re exchanging blows. Eileen whipping Kinsey into the apron, only to come in for a clothesline and get shove in as well, her ribs smashing against the side of the ring. Staggering back Eileen almost takes a dropkick, swatting it away just in time. As Kinsey rises Eileen waits from behind, arms out...and as she stands up Amara grabs her arms for a full nelson turned into a bulldog, driving Kinsey’s head into the arena floor.

Erica: Dear god, WIPE-OUT on the floor!

Eileen looks to Kinsey, then to the ref and gets up. She leaves Kinsey outside and rolls into the ring, only to roll right back out to get the count restarted.  Eileen looks at Kinsey, clenching her jaw then rolls her into the ring and goes for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Eileen sits up in shock, the crowd going crazy. She pulls the groggy blonde to her feet and irish-whips Kinsey into the ropes. On her return Eileen lifts her up, popping Kinsey off the ground and leaping forward for a mid-air stiff lariat that sends the blonde crumpling in a heap! Eileen rolls Kinsey onto her back and heads to the corner, climbing up slowly to the top ropes. Eileen is up and...she’s off the top rope!

Mark: That was Masamune! Kinsey is out, and I swear and Eileen is going for High Tide!!

Erica: Such brutal impact, I swear I saw Kinsey fall on her neck! She-OHMYGOD!

Eileen hit the full impact of High Tide, her body crashing down upon Kinsey’s to the point she literally rolled off the blonde, holding her stomach in pain as Kinsey rolled onto her belly motionless.  Eileen crawled over and rolled Kins to her back for a pin, flopping atop of her.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE-NO!!!

Kinsey’s arm shot up at the very last second, and Eileen sat there utterly baffled. Eileen looked to Jennifer Stringer who proudly held up her hand, it was a two count.  Kinsey curled up in a ball holding her ribs as Eileen forced herself up to her feet, grabbing Kinsey and pulling her up too. From behind she scoops the near lifeless blonde up.

Mark: Here it is, Eileen’s pulling out all the stops she’s going for her Inverted Northern Lights Bomb....

But as Kinsey is scooped upside down Kinsey pushes off and lands on her feet, Eileen falling to her butt. As Eileen rises with her back to Kins she’s pulled into a reverse headlock and the blonde spins viciously, driving Eileen’s head into the mat for a rolling cutter. Going for a pin.

Erica: Kinsey with a quick version of Stage Fright! This could be it!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THRE-KICKOUT!!!

Mark: My god neither of these women are willing to give up, but how much can either of them have left to give? They’ve taken the hardest shots either can give and are still trying to keep this fight going!

Eileen and Kinsey lay on the mat, chests rising and falling as they struggle to catch their breath. Kinsey rolls over to her hands and knees, holding her ribs in pain while Eileen holds her head and sits up. Kinsey comes in behind her and before the blonde goes for a million dollar dream sleeper.  Eileen’s arm betting up between her neck and Kinsey’s arm however, struggling and rushing back to slam Kinsey’s back into the corner. A few hard hip thrusts back stunn DeCaro and break the hold as Eileen stumbles away.

Mark: Kinsey almost had Eileen again there, this time with The Lullaby.  And it looks like Eileen is struggling.

Eileen is on all fours, slowly rising to her feet and turning around right into a kick to the gut, followed by a knee to the face. She spins and Kinsey grabs the champion for another rolling cutter!

Erica: Stage Fright! NO!!

As she holds Eileen the champ struggle, turning them around and using the turnbuckle to almost literally run up and over Kinsey, slipping free of the move. Kinsey doesn’t get a second to react. Eileen pulls Kinsey into  inverted scoop slam with one arm and with the other she puts a hand between her legs. Eileen lifts and hefts the blonde up and over, driving her point blank on the back of their head and neck!

Mark: Muramasa!

Erica: Oh my god the impact!

Eileen drapes an arm over Kinsey for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Jennifer Stringer motions for the bell and Eileen is barely able to roll over onto her back, lying right next to Kinsey.  “The Demon’s Blade” hits the speakers and the official brings Eileen her title. Amaro can barely hug it as she just lays there utterly exhausted next to the clearly unconscious DeCaro. 

Mark: Both women gave everything in this ring. Win or lose neither of them should feel anything but pride in my opinion with their performance tonight.

Erica: Agreed. Eileen proved why she’s not only the champion but one of FFW’s most intimidating opponents these days, and Kinsey I sure as hell hoped shut up those who said she’s not worth it. Because by god did she put up a fight that would make most wrestlers shake in their boots!

The officials check on both Eileen and Kinsey, Eileen sits up and looks to her belt then to DeCaro before rolling out of the ring. She can barely walk, and falls several times on the way up the ramp.  We cut out on this.


Isabella Comes Home

The cameras show the massive Hell in a Cell as it hangs over the ring. And just as it looks about to lower, we hear “Can’t Be Tamed” begin to play over the PA system before Samantha Star emerges at the top of the ramp. Her hometown crowd explodes as they see her, bringing a smile to her face, a quickly widening one.

Zack: Hell in a Cell is up next, but it appears Samantha Star has something on her mind first. It sounds like the Lakers just won the NBA Championship!

Samantha bows her head in all directions towards the fans with a smile still etched upon her face before she is handed a microphone.

Samantha: It’s so good to be….HOME.

That draws another enormous pop as the redhead looks out amongst the crowd.

Samantha: Tonight is a night unlike any other, the one night of the year where this company celebrates what began over four years ago. This is our signature event, the biggest night of the year. And only tonight could be fitting for what is about to happen. For the last few weeks, you have been promised an announcement from my very best friend in the world. And the time has come to make that announcement. So please welcome back to FFW….back to this event….back to the stage she left one year ago at Unstoppable…….ISABELLA MACKENZIE!

“Explosive” by Bond hits the PA, as the crowd goes wild. And sure enough, out walks Isabella, in one of her own designer dresses, throwing out her arms in her signature pose as the Catherine-Wheel style pyrotechnics go off on the wall behind her. She walks down to the ring, climbing inside, and gives Samantha a huge hug before taking a microphone from Cory Kincaid.

Isabella: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA... I’m here!

Cheap pop.

Isabella: Yuck that felt kind of dirty. Anyway! For months now, Samantha and that great little hype bunny Adam Grant have been building up the fact that I have a HUUUUUUGE announcement, right here tonight at Unstoppable V! Now I’m hoping they haven’t overhyped this to the point where it is going to be a disappointment, but hell... when in my career have I NOT warranted mega hype?

Samantha: After recently having given birth to a beautiful baby boy, Isabella has been very anxious to return to FFW. And as of tonight, I have made that possible. Isabella is now back under contract to FFW. But in a very special role. I’d advise our Ultraviolence Champion and everyone in that division to pay very special attention right now.

Isabella grins.

Isabella: Absolutely. Everyone knows that the Ultraviolence division is the most chaotic in FFW. And they say it’s very difficult to bring order to chaos. With that being said... my announcement is to introduce to you... the new Commissioner of the Ultraviolence division........... ME!!!

Zack: …...What?

Samantha: Effective immediately, Isabella will now be in charge of all things as they relate to the Ultraviolence division. She will be on the same level as Cody, without oversight by anyone but me. And given my thoughts I recently shared with our reigning Ultraviolence Champion, I was glad to see Isabella and I were in full agreement.

Isabella: As somebody who was a respected champion in this company, I am going to make something crystal clear to you, Kath-Lyn. Your actions as the FFW Ultraviolence Champion are a disgrace. You have brought this division and this company into disrepute, and as the new Commissioner of Violence, I am not going to stand for it. Tonight, you fight in a steel cage, and I warn you, you had BETTER win, because I don’t like MY Champion dropping matches to people not even in my division. And in two weeks you will be defending that Ultraviolence Championship against Penny Buchanan. And if you manage to retain... then I think it will be time for you & I to have a little heart to heart. Because as FFW’s all-time marquee star and franchise player, I expect MY Champion to exude the same qualities and star power that I always did. I’ve walked the walk, I do not think this is unreasonable. You have two matches to show me you can get it done in the ring. And assuming you manage to pull THAT off... then we will discuss your out of ring activities.

Samantha: The Ultraviolence division and its champions are now under the scope of authority of FFW’s newest corporate officer, Isabella Mackenzie. And Isabella is right there. Madelyne McTaggert does not want to be Ultraviolence Champion, she has no interest in challenging for that title. So as you prepare to step inside this Cell shortly, failing against her would not make Isabella too happy.

Isabella: Well that is the understatement of the century... but yes. Kate... you fail at your own risk. This woman has not only embarrassed you, my champion, but has desecrated MY title. I do not expect these actions to go unpunished. Because I assure you, if you fail, what Maddi does to you in this match will be NOTHING compared to the retribution I intend to dole out.

Isabella’s music begins to play as the crowd is still in a state of shock at the announcement. Samantha embraces her best friend as the music plays.

Zack: Isabella’s in charge of the Ultraviolence division! That’s like putting the wolf in charge of the hen house! Kate’s reign...and the UV division itself...is about to go down a whole new direction...and Isabella’s steering it!

We then fade to a highlight package of the events leading into Hell in a Cell.

[Adam Grant]

We return ringside as the crowd is on it’s feet as the officials give one last inspection of the massive metal monstrosity that is the cell.  With a nod they give announcer Cory Kincaid a thumbs up and we come to the announce table.

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen this is going to be one of the most brutal matches of the night, hands down. Parents you may want to send you kids out of the room for this one.

Mai: I wouldn’t say that, I’d call it educational. Kids can learn a lot about anatomy.

“Don’t bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

The opening guitar riff of The Pretty Reckless’ “Going To Hell” blares across the PA system as the camera zooms in to the stage. The curtain spreads back to reveal Madelyne McTaggert, head turned to the side. Her eyes slowly move to the camera, a teasing smile forming on her face before venturing down the ramp.

She taunts the fans on her way to the ring, laughing and pointing at the outstretched hands. She reaches for one as if to give one of the fans a high-five, then pulls back at the last second.

Cory: Entering first from Cheshire, England. This is MADELYNE MCTAGGERT!!!!

The officials guide Madelyne through the door of the cage, to which she waves them off like they’re imbeciles and climbs up onto the ring. Madelyne swings one leg over the rope, pausing to bend over sensually, then swings in the other leg. Inside the ring, she climbs to the top turnbuckle, arms spread wide, taking in the negative reaction of the crowd.

Mark: Madelyne has done everything anyone could pretty much ever do, unless their name is Jessika Hexstar, to try and piss someone off. She’s run over the Ultraviolence title, harassed Kat endlessly, and more recently kidnapped Todd Warren and made Kate, as well as the rest of the world, believe he was dead.

Mai: If that last part could’ve been true, I think Madelyne would’ve been given a FFW title shot. Just saying.

“Monster by Paramore” begins to blast all over the speakers. As it does so we are able to see Kate Steele-Warren emerge on the entrance ramp. In her hands there is no guitar, beside her no husband...just Kate alone at the top of the ramp. Kate looks around as the fans, then locks eyes on McTaggert. 

Cory: And her opponent, hailing from Berkshire, England....FFW Ultraviolence, it’s Lil Miss Ultraviolence....KATE STEELE!!!!

Kate races down to the ring only to be stopped by officials who open the door for Steele, and lock it immediately as she enters.

Mark: The intensity in Kate is practically radiating off of her, she wants McTaggert bad, while Madelyne is simply laughing at Steele.

Mai: Because Madelyne knows she’s in Kate’s head, which honestly isn’t hard when you think about how much free space there must be.

Referee Angela Keenan calls for the bell and Kate comes in like a bat out of hell! Running in she spears Madelyne and just starts unloading fist after fist. Madelyne kicks Kate off and scurries away only for Lil Miss Ultraviolence to charge in and catch Maddie upside the head with a spinning back kick that gets her into the corner.  Kate backs up and runs in for a splash but Madelyne rolls out of the way. Kate catches herself on the turnbuckle however and leaps off for a crossbody splash that takes the blonde down.

Mark: Kate’s coming in like a woman possessed! Can’t blame her considering all Madelyne has done.

Mai: Hey, Todd’s alive I don’t know why Kate’s mad. The rest of us should be.

Pulling Madelyne up Kate whips her into the ropes and hits a dropkick that sends her down. Madelyne gets pulled up and Kate slips behind her with her arms around the Infamous member, only to stop suddenly with a cry as Maddie hits a mule kick.  Kate stumbles back holding herself and Maddie grabs two handfuls of the Ultraviolence Champ’s hair, throwing her right over the top rope!

Mai: And that’s how you do it.

Mark: ...Do what? She hit a low blow and threw Kate out of the ring.

Mai: Shut up and watch, Horton.

Kate starts to rise, going to climb into the ring and gets a baseball slide to the face for her troubles, sending her sprawling into the cell wall. Maddie laughs and climbs out, putting the boots to Kate. Maddie picks her up and whips her back into the cage, then immediately into the ring apron followed by a third irish whip into the steps. Kate hits so hard she flips over them, dislodging the heavy steel steps.

Mai: Told you to watch.

Kate lays on the floor, holding her aching back and ribs as Maddie stalks slowly. She stops for a moment to reach under the ring and pulls out a chair.  With a smirk Madelyne walks around as Kate starts to get onto all fours and crashes the chair across her back not once, twice, but three times before sliding it into the ring. Kate lays there holding her back in agony.  Laughing and pointing Madelyne goes to pull Kate up, shoving her into the apron and lining up what looks like a running boot. But when she takes a few steps in Kate drops and hits a drop toe hold that sends the Infamous blonde face first into the ring post! Madelyne falls to the floor holding her face in pain, while Kate crawls back into the ring. Grabbing the chair Kate looks to Maddie with a smirk of her own.  She takes a good number of steps back as Maddie rises to her feet, using the apron for assistance.  Kate charges in and delivers a chair-assisted baseball slide that crashes into Madelyne, sending her sprawling.

Mark: No rules and against the Ultraviolence Champion. Think what you will about Kate but she’s quick to react in the ring. And using the chair Maddie grabbed as a little payback.

Kate tosses the chair outside, then licks her lips and as Madelyne again starts to rise she runs off the ropes and charges in for a suicide dive. Madelyne dives aside just in time and Kate flies headfirst into the cell wall! Madelyne sits there shocked for a moment and scowls, rising to her feet and pulling off her leather belt. She pulls up Kate’s t-shirt to reveal her pale tummy and whips her again and again, getting screams of pain from the champ. Kate shrieks as pink and red marks are left on her pale skin from the belt.  Maddie wraps the belt around Kate’s throat, pulling it tight and turning the Pop-Punk Princess’ face a new shade of red, almost like her hair. With that arrogant smirk she’s known for Madelyne climbs into the ring, making sure the belt is draped over the top rope as she leans back and literally starts to choke out Kate with it!

Mark: Dear god she’s hanging Kate!

Mai: Yeah I know, this is fantastic! If I only had a martini and some well endowed stripper it would be a match made in heaven.

Mark: I worry about you sometimes.

The pop-punk princess’ feet are dangling just enough so she had some kind of support. That is until Madelyne falls flat on her back, lifting Kate up, a couple feet off the ground before she’s dropped to the floor, gagging and coughing.  Maddie rolls Kate into the ring, belt tightly around around her throat and goes for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Maddie huffs and glares at the ref before she pulls Kate up and hits her with spinning neckbreaker. The blondetourage member climbs the ropes as Kate is flat on her back. Madelyne takes a moment to blow Kate a kiss as the champ warily gets to her feet

Mark: Ashtray!!

Madelyne flies for her seated senton from the top, only for Kate to duck and Maddie lands on nothing but her own ass!  Kate pulls the belt from around her throat, red marks apparent on her light skin.  It’s Kate’s turn to whip, lashing that belt across Madelyne’s belly and back as the blonde rolls around screaming in pain.  And with a little extra payback Kate wraps it around Maddei’s throat, pulling her up and using the belt for extra leverage hits a brainbuster in the middle of the ring, going for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Mark: Kate’s back on the attack with that desperate dodge of Madelyne’s senton, but it wasn’t enough to keep the Infamous blonde down.

Mai: Madelyne is true talent, Horton, It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep her on her back. I hear she likes it on top anyway.

Kate gets to her knees, visibly frustrated and sends a few hard right hands to the Cheshire native’s face before yanking her up, with the help of the belt and goes to hang Maddie just like was done to her, but Maddie has managed to hop up on the apron before Kate could get enough leverage. Coming in quick Kate goes for a clothesline but Maddie catches her and hits a stun gun over the top rope, sending Kate sprawling and letting go of the belt. Madelyne rubs her throat and falls to the floor, pulling the belt from around her neck and tossing it aside. Both women trying to get air back in their lungs. Kate is first to rise, coughing and gagging a little as she approaches the ropes...but Madelyne is gone. Kate crawls out to look for her, but we Madelyne come out from under the ring on the other side!

Mark: The hell is McTaggert doing?

Mai: Getting some space from psycho bitch, clearly. She’s got a plan, I know it.

Reaching into her top Madelyne pulls out a set of keys with a grin. She reaches through the cell to work on the lock, shoving away an outside official to get the door unlocked while Kate rushes around the ring.  The Ultraviolence Champion races around just as Madelyne gets the door unlocked, hopping just barely out of Kate’s reach and slamming the door on the champ’s head! Kate falls to her hands and knees holding her head, shaking out the cobwebs and goes to crawl out the door only for the door to be slammed on her head again. Kate falls, and Maddie braces the door against the side of Kate’s head, keeping her stuck between it and the cell itself before kicking the door. Kate’s body goes limp and we see blood trickling from a gash on Steele’s face.

Mark: Good lord! Maddie just busted Kate open!

Mai: Well, Kate’s champ she can take it right? Madelyne is just giving Kate what she wants.

Taking a moment Maddelyne walks to the fans and grabs a “Blondetourage” sign, holding it up and kissing it, leaving her lipstick on the sign before ripping it with a laugh.  This moment has given Kate enough time to shove the door away and crawl out. With Madelyne busy Kate rushes in to try and spear her against the barricade, Maddie quickly stops Kate with a thumb to the eyes and a stiff knee to the gut. Lifting Kate up over her shoulder Maddie charges the cell and uses Kate practically like a battering ram, hitting a snake eyes and bashing Kate’s already bleeding head into the unforgiving cell.

Mai: Lasik right into the cell!

Mark: Good lord, Kate’s bleeding even more now!

Pulling Kate up Madelyne takes a handful of hair and walks/drags Kate around to the announce table, bouncing the champ’s head off of it.  She then irish whips Kate into the cell...and Kate hops up onto it! Steele clings to the cage wall, climbing up a bit and Madelyne looks shocked before Kate leaps off for a moosault that crashes onto both of them, leaving the duo laid out on the arena floor. Kate staggers to her feet first surprisingly and grabs Mai’s jacket and wiping her blood off on it before stomping on Maddie’s head. 

Mai: THAT JACKET COSTS MORE THAN YOUR HUSBAND’S SHOE COLLECTION!!!

Mark: Well now you can sell it on eBay. *Laughs*

Kate just smiles at Mai before she climbs up onto the table and hops right off, driving her elbow into Madelyne’s sore body with a diving elbow drop. She’s up again, wobbling a little and pulls Madelyne up, bashing her head into the cell a few times and causing the Cheshire native’s lip to be buste open. Before her head is slammed again Maddie hits a back elbow to knock Kate away, shaking away the cobwebs only to turn into a running Yakuza kick to the face that bashes Madelyne’s face into the cell, cutting her forehead her a little. Kate looks around, then gives the fans the biggest, craziest smile before she looks up.

Mark: Kate’s pulling out all the stops. One can only imagine what she’s thinking looking up like that.

Mai: Kate’s a savage, this is disgusting. Someone get Madelyne some attention she’s bleeding!

Mark: Kate’s gushing, Madelyne has a scratch in comparison.

Mai: Yeah, but that’s Kate, nobody cares.

Kate licks her lips and starts to scale the cell as Madelyne just barely gets to her knees, looking up shocked and shaking her head. “YOU CRAZY BITCH...NO WAY!” She groans, looking for an official as Kate scales the cell.  Madelyne begins arguing with referee Angela Keenan that Kate can’t do this, as the champ gets to the top of the cell and lays there for a few. Angela just shrugs and points up saying the match has to continue, you can only pin in the ring.  Madelyne calls the ref a hack and a joke, then huffs and walks inside the cage, yelling at Kate some more before grabbing the steel chair once again. She slides her arm through the space in it she slings it over her shoulder before walking back out. Madelyne tries to argue again about this but Angela Keenan just crosses her arms.

Mark: Looks like Madelyne isn’t very enthusiastic about scaling that massive structure where Kate is waiting.

Mai: Would you be? Kate’s a lunatic, this should be illegal!

As Madelyne slowly scales the cage, chair slung over her shoulder, Kate is standing on the top of the cell shouting “Welcome to Ultraviolence bitch!” and clapping to get the fans behind her.  Maddie makes her way up to the top of the dangerous structure finally, quickly taking the chair in hand as she and Kate circle one another. Maddie is first to strike taking a swing with the chair and missing just barely as Kate ducks, flipping over to hit a pele kick. Maddie staggers and drops to one knee, dropping the chair. Kate grins and lifts the blonde up over her shoulder for a punk driver, but Madelyne squirms and elbow Kate in the head again and again only to be released. She quickly hooks an arm around Kate’s head and falls back for a reverse DDT, slamming Kate’s head into the hard poles holding this cell together.

Mai: There we go! What a fantastic reversal!

Mark: Quick thinking from Madelyne there, saving herself from one helluva punk driver. But she can’t win this up there, the match has to be called in the ring. But I swear after that Kate has no idea where she is!

Taking two handfuls of Kate’s hair Madelyne slams Kate’s head into the metal again and again until the champ’s body goes limp.  Madelyne pulls Kate up over her shoulder, samoan drop style then tosses her as if doing a go to sleep, kicking the back of Kate’s head, sending the champ falling in a lifeless heap atop of the cell. Dye-Job Disaster (Raymond Rowe’s Death Rowe). 

Mark: Dear god that has to be it, Kate looks to be out...but she can’t win it on the top of the cell.

Madelyne huffs, saying something about bias refs as she goes to haul Kate up to her feet. Kate’s arm reaches out for the chair and lifts it up to deliver a modified low blow that stops Madelyne dead in her tracks with a howl, falling onto her back holding herself. “THAT’S FOR ME!” Kate yells, barely able to stagger to her feet. As Madelyne gets to her knees She uses the chair and cracks Maddie upside the head hard, screaming “THAT’S FOR MY HUSBAND!” Kate then drops the dented chair and grabs Madelyne’s ankles, spreading her legs and hits a jumping knee drop to the groin. “AND THAT’S FOR THE ULTRAVIOLENCE TITLE!” The crowd going ballistic.

Mai: I think her skull is so thick, like inches think..only reason she’s even standing I swear. And unlike SOME PEOPLE, aka you, MADDIE NEEDS HER LADY PARTS!!

Mark: Kate promised she was going to rip Maddie a part, guess she’s adding insult to injury here.

Kate growls and pulls Maddie up, the blonde holding herself and groggy as hell. Kate hauls Madelyne to the edge of the cell,  and is about to toss her over as a stiff back elbow to the throat stops Kate, who staggers back clutching her throat. Maddie rushes to grab the chair, bashing Kate across the back, bending the chair almost in half at this point. The Ultraviolence champ falls to her knees but rises up, gritting her teeth in a crimson mask almost. Maddie is shocked Kate isn’t down and comes in for the attack but gets a kick to the ribs that stops her. Kate grabs Maddie and goes to irish whip the blonde but it’s reversed and Kate’s pulled into a back body drop, sending her flying and into the cell. Kate’s body landing hard on the cell top, denting it.

Mark: Dear god she almost went through!

Madelyne laughs and wipes the blood from her forehead with a snarl. “CRAZY BITCH” she hissed, pulling Kate to her feet and lifting her for a suplex and holding her up.

Mai: Goodnight Kiss!!

Just about to hit it Maddie is stopped by a desperate series of knees to the face from Kate, again and again and again until blood gushes from the blonde’s nose. Maddie lets go and holds her face, screaming as Kate lets out a scream of her own. She pulls Madelyne up on her shoulders and falls to the side.

Mark: PUNK DRIVER!!!

Maddie hits the cell with her skull and they go through! Both women fall to the mat in a heap, bodies bounces and laying limp with Kate literally atop of Madelyne. Blood gushing from the champ’s head as Angela Keena runs in for a the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The bell is rung and...neither woman moves.

Mark: Kate Steele with an act of pure desperation and fury got the leg up, but neither woman is moving Mai. Dear god it’s like a car wreck in there!

Mai: It’s sick, totally sick.

The officials and EMTs rush in to check on both women, neither conscious as “Monster by Paramore” blasts through the speakers, the fans on their feet chanting. “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” As we cut out on this.



Pick Your Poison

After the brutality of the Hell in a Cell match, the show cuts to a video package from the recent Future Shock Redemption Pay Per View, featuring the Fatal 4 Way for the Future Shock Cup.

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Kanna was the first to stir as she started to crawl towards the corner, pulling herself up and climbing up to the top rope for something. Jo and Jodie were next to stir as Jo made it to the corner after her, catching her with a punch to the gut to stop whatever she had in mind. McFarlane climbed up to the top rope with her, hooking her head as Jodie started to climbed up with her on the other side. The pair hooked Kanna up for a superplex together!

Zack: Jo and Jodie...are about to superplex Kanna to Hell!!

Caroline: Haroshi’s about to get her back torn up to shreds!

Both Jo and Jodie stood on the top rope with Kanna’s head hooked between them. Haroshi screamed and tried to get free to stop them as Rebecka sat up as well. An angry look fixed on her face, she headed for the corner and hooked both arms under Jo and Jodie as they came off the top rope with a superplex as Hate powerbombed the two into the canvas at the same time! The ring literally shook on impact! And another “HOLY SHIT!” chant rumbled through Philips Arena!

Caroline: ...And Rebecka Hate just adds to the friggin’ carnage!

Zack: I have never seen...anything like that!

Jo rolled over, draping an arm across an exhausted Becka. The referee fell into position for the count.

Zack: Becka used every bit of energy in her body to hit that powerbomb, and that may be the end!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

The fans roared in approval as Jo slowly sat up as the referee called for the bell. She leaned sideways against the ropes as Keanan raised her hand in victory.

Zack: JO MCFARLANE….FINALLY WON THE BIG ONE!! Jo’s got the Cup, Jo’s got the contract, Jo is leaving Atlanta with everything she came here to get!

Caroline: You can bet that every single champion, myself included will be looking over their shoulders now that Jo’s star shines bright once again!

The redhead glanced over to the Cup, a little smile on her face formed into a bigger one as Gaby made it official.

Gaby: The winner of the match….AND THE 2014 FUTURE SHOCK CUP…...JO MCFARLANE!!!

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The next image we see is that of Robby Reynolds as he stands alongside the winner of that match backstage, Jo McFarlane.

Robby: You just saw the closing moments of the Fatal 4 Way from Future Shock Redemption, where my guest at this time won the 2014 Future Shock Cup against three very game opponents. I’m sure you’ve heard it many times by now, but congratulations on joining previous winners such as Arabella Black and Jodie Gray.

Jo: Thank you Robby! Yeah, I’ve heard it a few times, but it’s never a bad thing to hear it more! Good for the ego and all that! And I think the best thing honestly - apart from actually winning - was dethroning last year’s champion. It’s freaking awesome! It was a fantastic match though, if not complete and utterly exhausting. But those are the best matches, The hardest and the most tiring ones. I take the mind that if you aren’t somehow drained from a match then t wasn’t worth it.

Robby: I’m going to guess it is mainly due to your feelings about Jodie that you took even more pleasure out of dethroning her this year as she tried to win the Cup in back to back years?

Jo: Well...I don’t dislike Jodie as much as people think. I took the Mickey because it seemed like a good idea at the time, and a lot of the things she does annoy me, like naming a finisher after one of the most argued moments in the history of English football, but that’s not relevant right now. But yeah, the fact Jodie and Kanna aren’t two of my favourite people definitely helped that drive!

Robby: Well as we all know, the prize that went with winning that Cup this year was a Pick Your Poison contract good for one year from that night to cash in and face any opponent you desire. Have you made a decision yet?

Jo: No, I haven’t. There are several people I would like to face for a variety of reasons, but I’m not going to make an actual decision until the show is over, or maybe a couple of days afterwards. Don’t worry, I’m not going to pull an Aimee Easter and make everyone wait until they’d forgotten I had it. Just right now there are so many directions I can go in that would be beneficial to my career, I want to make sure that I make the right one this time. Which is nothing against Wendy, but I don’t feel that I benefitted much from that match other than facing someone I wasn’t especially fond of at the time.

Robby: Of course. Coming up, you’ll be returning to action as FFW starts it international tour in Tokyo, Japan for Velocity. And I’ve been informed that you’ll be facing the woman who had her streak ended tonight when she challenged for the Television Championship, Nevaeh Summers of the Social Elite. Your thoughts?

Jo: Nevaeh is...one hell of a wrestler, I won’t argue that at all, no matter how surprised I was to see Kelly beat her tonight. Which is, again, nothing against Kelly., it’s just the Nevaeh has gone so long without losing a match that I kinda just assumed she would carry on and take the title to boot. It’s one of those things. Facing her is going to be great. It’ll be a fantastic match with a fantastic wrestler. I’m not big on the company she keeps, but that doesn’t have much to do with it unless they choose to get involved.

Robby: I’m sure it will be quite the contest. But since I have you here, the FFW Championship match is next. Care to share any predictions as Wendy is about to challenge Mika?

Jo doesn’t answer straight away, taking her time to think about her answer.

Jo: Well...Mika’s much more talented than we ever gave her credit for, but Wendy certainly has the power behind her to make sure she walks out of the biggest show with the biggest title around her wait. I like them both as wrestlers and the only thing I can say for certain is that the match will be amazing. But I’d like to see Wendy walk away with her second FFW Championship reign.

Robby: Well we are about to find out if she can. The main event of Unstoppable...is next!

From there, we cut to a video package of the story revolving around the FFW Championship in recent months.

[Adam Grant]

We are shown a video package for the events regarding the FFW Championship from Wendy’s loss at One Night Stand to Scarlett, who did so at Relentless. We are then shown the Mika Appreciation Night ceremony as well as comments from both women before we go back to the live broadcast.

Mark: It’s been a wild ride here tonight in the City of Angels. But it’s time for the one they came to see, the FFW Championship will be decided in a matter of seconds. And I’m joined again by the last holder of that title, Scarlett Kincaid, who has more than a vested interest in this.

Scarlett: Good evening Mark. It’s a pleasure to be here to call this match with you...though admittedly there’s a large part of me that wishes I was in the ring right now instead. This should be one Hell of a match between two of the best wrestlers in the company.

Cory: The following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the FFW Championship!

#EL-EH-VAY-SHUN!#

The crowd bursts into cheers as a short volley of green and gold pyro bursts on the stage, as the always upbeat “Elevation” begins to play over the loudspeakers.  Wendy comes out, grinning and waving at the crowd, as she walks towards the ring.  Behind her steps Pollaski wearing a pair of sunglasses, and stepping cockily down towards the ring.

Cory: Introducing first, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing one hundred thirty three pounds, she is the former two time Evolution Champion, two-time No Surrender Champion and one-time FFW Champion… WENDY BRIESE!!!

Wendy slaps some hands as she gets to the bottom of the ramp, and climbs the steps, climbing into the ring.  She waves to the fans one more time, then turns back to the center of the ring, doing some last minute stretches on the ropes.

Mark: Wendy Briese has waited six months to get her rematch, and there’s no bigger stage to have it than Unstoppable! She’s been talking about it for months ever since she left the gold behind at One Night Stand in January. I don’t think she could be more ready than she is tonight.

Scarlett: Wendy is the consummate professional, no matter who her opponent is, you can guarantee that she’ll have done her homework, have a gameplan and come as prepared as is humanly possible for the woman opposite her.

Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika comes from the backstage, the FFW Championship around her waist, when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she unhooks the belt from around her waist and raises it high in the air, and a white, blue and red pyro wall in the form of the Russian flag shoot behind her back.

Cory: And her opponent, from Saint Petersburg, western Russia... She's the reigning & DEFENDING FFW Champion... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!

She then parades down the entrance aisle, still holding the belt up high, neverminding the booing crowd, even smiling and winking at them, before she enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and passing between mid and bottom ropes. Once inside the ring, she climbs a random turnbuckle, posing for the crowd, once again showing off the FFW Championship belt, pointing at her name on the nameplate. After soaking in the boos, she presses a kiss against the belt and leaps back into the ring, and finally faces her opposition across the ring.

Mark: Mika Demidov surprised a lot of people when she left Relentless with that title. She’s beaten two Hall of Famers in the last two months, including Scarlett here and Valerie Lamb. She wants the hat trick tonight!

Scarlett: She’s a very arrogant young woman who rubs a lot of people the wrong way, but all credit to Mika, she’s managed to back up a lot of those outrageous boasts that she makes. We’ll see soon enough if she’s able to keep on doing that or if all those words finally catch up with her.

Referee Jennifer Stringer takes the title from Mika, raising it high in the air and calling for the bell to start the match. The two women stare across at one another, and the live crowd in Los Angeles is almost entirely in favor of the challenger. A bit of a smile forms on Wendy’s face as she hears their support and heads towards the center of the ring. Mika joins her, telling the challenger that the fans aren’t going to win the title for her tonight before she locks up with her. Wendy starts to push her back towards the ropes, but Mika uses her foot to get between Wendy’s legs and cause her to lose her balance. The Red Star shoves her backwards, causing her to stumble before she delivers a back elbow to her jaw. She follows that up with a few right hands that send her back a few more steps before she backs her into the ropes. Stringer calls for the break as Mika takes a step back before she shoves Wendy through the ropes to the apron. And as the redhead gets back to her feet, the champion catches her with a discus elbow to the head that sends her down to the floor. Wendy lands on her feet and tries to get back in before Mika charges the ropes, causing her to get back down.

Mark: Mika is trying to get in Wendy’s head right from the outset, shoving her around like a schoolyard bully. And now she isn’t letting her get back into the ring.

Scarlett: Mika loves the mind games, but Wendy’s an experienced campaigner, it’s going to take an awful lot more than this to throw her off her game.

Wendy moves around to another side of the ring, looking to climb back up onto the apron before Mika comes at her again and she drops back down. The redhead shook her head as Mika went to another side of the ring and sat on the ropes, opening them for her with a grin on her face. Wendy moved around to that side, climbing up onto the apron out of Mika’s reach and watching her carefully. The Red Star continued to hold the ropes open for her as Wendy quickly ducked back into the ring. Mika got back to her feet, holding up her hand for what looked to be a test of strength in the center of the ring. Wendy moved in close, looking up to her hand and giving Mika a chance to jam her finger into Briese’s eye and take her down with a snapmare. Before the challenger could get up, she absorbed a front kick to her back that froze her for a moment. Mika delivered two more after that before she grabbed her head and began to fire rabbit punches into the back of her head.

Scarlett: The Red Star looking to use every trick to the book in an effort to discombobulate Wendy Briese and gain herself the slenderest of advantages. I can tell you from experience that Wendy only needs the smallest opening to turn the tide though.

Wendy tried to get back up before the champion grabbed both of her hands and pulled them behind her as she pressed her knee into her back. She’d stand up a couple times to drive that knee into her back before she reapplied the hold. Wendy’s face was a grimace as Mika pulled her arms behind her. The challenger started to get back to her feet as Mika let her arms go and drove a kidney punch into her lower back. That froze Wendy up for a second, giving Mika time to grab her and deliver a back suplex into the canvas. She quickly floated across and cinched in a side headlock, leaning her body against Wendy’s at the same time.

Mark: Mika’s got her target apparently on Wendy’s back, not a bad strategy considering she was put out of action for back injuries over a year ago. We’ll find out how well healed that back is.

Scarlett: If it wasn’t healed, Wendy wouldn’t be here. She’s smart enough to have known that on her return a massive bullseye would be painted on her back Mark, so I’d expect she’ll have done everything in her power to strengthen it as much as possible.

Wendy began to try to get up as Mika kept the headlock in place. The challenger got back to her feet, bent over still in the hold before Wendy reached down and jerked her feet out from under her. Demidov landed on her back as Wendy kept her feet in her hands and fell backwards into a catapult that sent Mika face first into the turnbuckle. The champion crashed hard, turning and stumbling out of that corner before Wendy took off towards her and delivered a high knee to the side of her head. The champion dropped to to her knees before Wendy caught her with a dropkick to the back that put her flat on the canvas. This got the fans into the match, as the Wendy chants began to resume.

Mark: Wendy’s finally getting out of the blocks here, and Mika’s flat on the canvas. That low dropkick found the mark, and the challenger is starting to deliver some offense rather than just take it as she has been.

Scarlett: Wendy’s starting to get warmed up and listen to the Staples Center get right behind her.

Mika started to get back up slowly as Wendy caught her with a legdrop to the back of her head, sending her back to the mat before the challenger pulled her up for a swinging neckbreaker. The challenger took off for the near side ropes, coming off them and delivering a senton into Mika’s chest as she was about to sit up. Briese rolled to her feet and hit the ropes again, bouncing off the far side this time and catching her with another senton. And with a nip up, she hit the near side ropes for the second time and drove an elbow right into her heart. The fans were quite satisfied with this as she grabbed Mika’s leg and rolled her onto her back. She hooked it into place as she reached forward for the Banshee! Mika immediately kicked free and rolled out of the ring to the floor.

Mark: Wendy was going for the Banshee right there, and Mika bolted out of the ring! I don’t blame her a bit! The champion has that move very well scouted, and she wants to avoid it at all costs!

Scarlett: She was about two seconds away from getting caught in that hold and if she had been, we’d have been looking at a new Champion. Things have stopped going to plan and Mika’s looking to regroup.

Mika held the back of her head as she leaned against the apron for a moment. Wendy bolted towards the far side and rebounded, looking for a baseball slide before Mika pulled the ring apron out and Wendy’s feet slid right into it. She let the cloth go and it wrapped Wendy’s waist before Mika unloaded with straight right closed fists into her head one after another. Five shots landed as Wendy was tied up in the apron. The redhead leaned forward a bit, holding her head now as Mika climbed up onto the apron of the ring. Demidov started in one corner and took off, leaving her feet for a dropkick right into Wendy’s head that sent her over the apron down to the floor.

Scarlett: Demidov saw the baseball slide coming and capitalised fully thanks to those straight rights and one massive dropkick that snapped Wendy’s head back.

Mark: Mika uses every part of the ring, even the apron and Wendy’s offense has definitely been put on hold. And now the champion is back in control, and she’s just as comfortable on the floor as she is in the ring.

The referee told Mika to get back in the ring as the Red Star paid no attention to that. She pulled Wendy up by the head and fired her head first into the ringside barricade. Mika rolled into the ring and right back out to break the count as she pulled Wendy up to her feet, whipping her violently into the steel ring post. Wendy struck hard, looking like she got shot in the back with her body language before Mika grabbed her head and began to bounce it off the post again and again. Briese staggered forward as Mika grabbed her arm and whipped her this time into the ringside steps. Wendy’s back crashed against them as Mika raised her hand as though she’d won the match. She quickly rolled back into the ring and right back out, daring the referee to disqualify her.

Mark: Mika telling the referee to disqualify her. And if Stringer does, she’ll leave with the FFW Championship. You think she cares how she does it as long as she leaves LA with the title?

Scarlett: I honestly believe this title is the most important thing in the world to Mika. We’ve heard how she sacrificed everything in her life and this title legitimises all of the choices she’s made.

Mika drags Wendy back up, ramming her back into the apron. She turns her around and delivers a back suplex across the edge of the apron. Wendy cries out in pain before Mika shoves her back into the ring. She slides in after her under the bottom rope and floats across her, hooking the leg for a pin.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Wendy’s shoulder came up as Mika leaned down and bit into her face, before the referee started to count her down for it. She broke on four and began to fire elbows into Wendy’s head one after another before she got to her feet and raked her boot across her face.

Scarlett: Mika’s back to targeting Wendy’s head as she looks to keep her off balance and she’s certainly testing Stringer’s patience tonight.

Mark: It’s like I said, she doesn’t give a damn as long as she leaves with the title! She’ll take it how she can get it, most of her career in two companies is a testament to that.

Mika pulled the padding down to uncover her elbow as she measured and dropped an elbow into her head. Briese rolled onto her stomach, holding her head where the elbow landed. The Red Star stepped over her back and raised her foot, giving a curb stomp to the back of Wendy’s head when she tried to get up. The crowd was none too happy now, the boos starting to really rain down throughout the Staples Center before Mika spat on Wendy. That only made the boos louder before Mika took a bow, basking in their hatred.

Mark: Mika’s enjoying this. The more they boo, the more vile she wants to get. She just spat on Wendy like a piece of garbage.

Scarlett: She’s a despicable woman Mark and spitting on her opponent might be the biggest mistake she’s made tonight. Wendy’s a proud woman and nothing’s likely to motivate her more than getting disrespected like that.

Mika bowed in all four directions as the boos continued to rain throughout the arena. She turned back, pulling Wendy up by the head. But Briese countered with a jawbreaker that rocked Mika backwards. The fans quickly changed their tune into cheers as a “Let’s Go, Wendy!” chant began to be heard through Staples. Mika gathered her wits about her, doubling back after Wendy. She raised her hands to deliver a clubbing blow, but Wendy caught her unaware with a headbutt to the stomach. It doubled the champion over for a moment before Wendy got to her feet and wiped the spit from her brow. Her face was one of rage as she unloaded with straight right hands to her head one after another. Mika staggered backwards as Wendy whipped her into the far corner. Demidov crashed into it as Wendy took off behind her, delivering a Stinger style splash. The champion stumbled out as Wendy grabbed her from behind and dropped her with a belly to back suplex. Mika crashed hard, but Wendy shouted in pain on impact, clutching her back.

Scarlett: Wendys roared back into this match, but we’re seeing how all that damage she’s taken to her back is still paying dividends for Mika.

Mark: Wendy looking to try to end it right here, but I don’t think it’s going to work!

Wendy reached across her finally and hooked a leg for a pin. Stringer fell into position.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mika’s arm shot up before the three as Wendy grimaced, trying to get back to her feet. She pulled the Red Star back up to her feet, hooking her in a front facelock before she delivered a DDT into the canvas. Once more, her back caused her to wince in pain as she tried to get back to her feet again. Mika started to get up again as Wendy grabbed her from behind. Demidov reached back for her head to grab her, but the challenger shoved her forward instead. Mika stumbled a few steps and turned back around, and walked right into a RKO from the challenger! Mika bounced off the mat as Wendy shouted on impact!

Mark: Wendy with a cutter out of thin air! That’s a knockout shot, Mika literally bounced off the mat! Cover her!

Scarlett: Wendy delivered that with some venom, but each move sees her hitting the mat and jarring her spine too and that’s taking something out of the challenger too.

Wendy’s face was a mask of pain as she dragged herself towards Mika and finally laid across her, reaching out and grabbing her leg before the referee was in position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mika’s arm shot up before the three count as Wendy’s face looked crestfallen. She crawled towards the ropes, still favoring her back as she used the ropes to help her get back up. And the challenger began to give the sign for the tornado DDT.

Mark: Wendy’s calling for the Vortexinator! And if she can hit it, we may be looking at a two time FFW Champion!

Scarlett: This is Wendy’s moment and I’d love to see her take it and shut Mika up. Come on Wendy!

She pulled Mika up, hooking her head and taking off towards the ropes. But Mika shoved her off, and the challenger went through the ropes and landed on her back on the floor with a smack! Briese screamed in pain.

Mark: Shades of One Night Stand when my partner here did that to Wendy and became the FFW Champion for the third time! Mika taking a page out of your playbook!

Scarlett: Quick thinking from Mika. I don’t think she’s going to be in any rush to go out after Wendy either and bring her back into the ring, right now, she’ll be happy to take the countout.

Pollaski moved around to the nearest corner, asking Wendy if she was alright. The redhead’s face was in agony as she reached up to the apron, trying to pull herself up. Mika shook her head and hit the far side ropes. The referee dove out of the way as the FFW Champion sailed between the top and middle ropes into a Superman dive. But Wendy dove to the ring and Mika landed on the floor herself. Stringer began her ten count as Wendy fought back to her feet. She pulled the Red Star up, but Mika surprised her and gave her a spinebuster not to the floor, but into the adjacent ring steps! The steel steps shook and the top half came unhooked as Wendy’s back wrapped around the steel.

Mark: That’s….almost exactly how she got put out of action for almost a year! Then it was a back body drop, and tonight that spinebuster had a lot more bad intention behind it! Wendy may….that could be it.

Scarlett: That’s….that’s not pleasant to see. Wendy might have just had her career ended.

The referee left the ring, checking on Wendy who was bent over backwards on the steps. Mika shoved the referee aside, driving blows into Wendy’s body with clubbed shots. Stringer read her the riot act as Mika picked her up and slammed her onto the top of the steps. Wendy slid down to the floor over each step before the FFW Champion climbed up onto those steps, raising her hand in victory.

Scarlett: We’re seeing the worst side of Mika Demidov right here. It’s not enough for her to beat her, she’s looking to cripple her.

Mika planted her foot on top of Wendy as though she had been conquered. Stringer went to check on Wendy a second time as the FFW Champion shoved her away again, dragging Wendy by the legs away from the steps. Wendy didn’t offer much in the way of movement as Mika began to pull her limp body up and roll her back into the ring. She slithered back in under the bottom rope after her. She reached across and hooked her leg for a cover. Stringer fell into position.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Wendy’s shoulder spasmed off the mat as her arm seemed to jerk and spasm with it. Her fingers wiggled in her hand, like they were electrified.

Scarlett: YES!!! Let’s Go Wendy!!! There’s still some life in there I don’t know how much...but while she’s still moving there’s still hope.

Mark: I don’t like the looks of this at all. Wendy’s shoulder spasmed, and I’m not convinced she was in control of her muscles right there. That could be be nerve damage. That hand is still shaking….

Mika’s face was none too pleased as she got to her feet, giving the sign for the Soviet Burial. Wendy’s hand continued to twitch at her side as Mika pulled her back up, planting her head between her legs into position.

Mark: Soviet Burial coming up, this is how she won the FFW Championship at Relentless! Her arm is still twitching…

Scarlett: This could be it...I can’t see Wendy kicking out...Not if Mika hits this.

Mika hoisted Wendy up into the air, but Briese grabbed her head and spun around, countering into the Vortexinator! The fans in the Staples Center exploded as Mika stood on her head for a second before she dropped to the mat. Wendy collapsed to the mat as well.

Mark: VORTEXINATOR….out of nowhere! Wendy’s not done yet! But she can’t follow up! I don’t see how she can do it, but Wendy’s still got a little left in the tank.

Wendy rolled over and dragged herself towards Mika and threw her arm across her. Stringer dropped into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!

Mika’s arm shot up before the three count as the entire crowd fell silent.

Scarlett: A half second. That’s all that stood between Wendy and becoming a two time FFW Champion. Not even half a second.

Mark: You couldn’t have gotten a paint job between Stringer’s hand and the canvas! Wendy couldn’t make the cover fast enough, I think she would have had her!

The challenger slowly began to drag herself towards the ropes, her hand still twitching at her side a bit as she crawled towards the corner. She glanced behind her to see Mika was still down, and Wendy looked up to the top rope. The fans came back to their feet.

Mark: She’s...she’s looking at the top rope like it’s her salvation. I don’t think this is a good idea at all! She can barely stand, her back has been brutalized, but Wendy’s going up top. You know what she is looking for...the Emerald Cyclone!

Scarlett: Don’t do it Wendy. Please don’t do it. Trust me, the top rope really isn’t a place you want to be going right now.

Wendy dropped to her knees when she tried to stand up, but tried again anyway before she began to ascend the turnbuckles very slowly. She almost fell off the second one before she hooked her arm around the top rope to help her. And she finally made it. She held onto both ropes, trying to keep herself from tipping over as Mika was starting to stir.

Mark: Look at her, she can barely stand on the mat….much less up there! It’s all or nothing for the #1 contender to the FFW Championship! And Mika’s moving….

Scarlett: This is bringing back really bad flashbacks. I can’t watch.

Mika raised her head, trying to find Wendy and not seeing her. She started back to her feet as Wendy rose up on the top rope, pain etched across her face. Mika turned to face her as Wendy launched herself off the top!

Mark: Emerald Cyclone coming up!!

Wendy wrapped her body around Mika, but the champion reversed it and drove her head and neck first into the canvas, sitting on top of her chest as she hooked one of her legs behind her! Stringer dove into position as Mika reached with the other hand and grabbed the middle rope.

Mark: Mika caught her…..LOOK AT THE ROPE!

Scarlett: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!! NOT like this. Please, God. NOT like this!!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Stringer called for the bell as Mika released the middle rope and rolled off her to the mat. The fans in Staples Center was livid as the referee lifted Mika’s limp arm in victory before it fell back to the mat.

Scarlett: That’s...Out of all the ways to...take it from me, that’s the worst.

Mark: Son of a b--

Cory: The winner of the match...AND STILL FFW CHAMPION…..’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!!

Stringer gave Mika the title as the champion rolled out of the ring, stumbling backwards as she couldn’t even stand up before her manager approached from behind to help her to her feet. Leaning on Kyle, he raised Mika’s hand as the Red Star cackled maniacally and thrust the FFW Championship high into the air.

Mark: Mika Demidov has defeated Wendy Briese, and she’s leaving Los Angeles still with the FFW Championship! Demidov countered the Cyclone...and with the help of the middle rope, that’s our FFW Champion!

Scarlett: It’s not really a surprise to anyone that she took an assist from the middle rope. Wendy put up an incredible fight tonight, she really didn’t deserve to have it end like that.

Mika laid a kiss on Kyle before he raised her hand again, helping her stand up still as she then kissed the title and raised it above her head. The fans were none too happy about it as Mika pressed a second kiss to her title after that.

Mark: On the biggest stage in FFW, Mika Demidov has retained the FFW Championship by hook and by crook, as far as I’m concered!

Trainers rushed past Mika to check on Wendy in the ring as the Red Star cackled, clutching her title to her chest.

Scarlett: You said it Mark. She stole it away from Wendy Briese and I hope to God that after the beating she took - the steel steps and ring post to the back, then getting dropped on her head - that she’s not suffered any serious injuries and we’ll see her back and competing for the title again in the near future.

Mark: FFW came home to Los Angeles, and the richest prize in this company is staying with Mika. For Scarlett Kincaid, I’m Mark Horton. Thank you for joining us for Unstoppable! And dear God, am I not looking forward to the victory speech for this one! We’ll see you at Velocity!

Mika hugged the title to her face like a baby as Unstoppable faded off the air.