FFW Sin & Sacrifice 2014 - September 27, 2014

[Adam Grant]

All Artwork Courtesy of Rodzilla!

Femme Fatale Wrestling
Presents
A Shooting Star Production
FFW Sin & Sacrifice 2014
Live from Ford Field in Detroit, Michigan!
September 27, 2014

The FFW logo flashes across the screen with the world rotating behind it before we cut to the opening video featuring “One of a Kind” performed by Breaking Point as we see the highlights of the months long rivalry between Scarlett Kincaid and Mika Demidov, including all the matches they have had together to this point. Mika’s reign through the Hall of Famers is shown as she overcomes Scarlett, Val, and Wendy before it’s announced that Kincaid gets her rematch at Sin & Sacrifice. From there, we cut inside the massive stadium that is Ford Field as pyrotechnics explode from the stage and the live crowd roars.

Mark: You are looking at 80,112 fans who have come from all fifty states and countries around the world to pack Ford Field here in the Motor City! Welcome to the fifth annual Sin & Sacrifice! And tonight, four champions will be decided and none bigger than the Relentless rematch for the FFW Championship between Mika Demidov and Scarlett Kincaid!

Zack: The Unity Tag Team Championship will no longer be vacant tonight when the Rocking Kittens and KO/TO look to leave Detroit with the gold, after the vacancy left by Witches Brew! Not to mention the Evolution Championship will be decided in a triple threat match when Samara has to turn back both Madelyne McTaggert and the woman who defeated her prior to her winning the gold, Aimee Easter!

Mark: Kate Steele’s Ultraviolence reign has never been in greater jeopardy than tonight when she faces Destiny Campbell. The Dark Poetess seems to have laser focus, and Kate seems more interested in our Ultraviolence Commissioner. And I’ll put a marker down and predict we are going to see a new Ultraviolence champion crowned tonight! I don’t believe Kate’s paid attention to anything but Isabella, and that won’t help her at all tonight! We also got the first round match of the Femme for All with Sophie Richards and Crystal Hilton meeting one on one and--

The boos in the arena start almost as soon as they hear the familiar theme of “Mz Hyde” before Seth Star steps out onto the ramp. He looks around at the thousands of booing fans from the stage before he shakes his head, a microphone in hand.

Seth: Your tact and respect, Detroit, shows me why your city is bankrupt. It shows me why your street lights don’t work, and why this entire city is in crippling depression.

Mark: Seth making all kinds of friends here in Motown tonight.

Seth: But I will give you credit for one thing. And that is the Detroit Metropolitan Airport, which means as soon as this show is over, I can leave this miserable hellhole. And take great solace in the fact that most of you can’t afford to do the same. But with that said, this is not why I am here tonight. This past Tuesday night in the finale of the Season of Champions in Future Shock, the Champion of Champions...was crowned. Perhaps we can use this rather expensive looking video wall to remind you of that.

He turned behind him to the video wall, as we cut to footage from Future Shock.

~ ~ ~

Jodie measured and launched herself off the top with another curb stomp. But Lightning rolled to the left, and Jodie drove her foot into the canvas violently. Gray shouted in pain, doubled over as Lightning slowly….achingly slowly….got back to her feet to a roar from the fans. She circled around behind Jodie and hooked her into a full nelson!

Mark: FULLY ENLIGHTENED….COMING UP!!

But Jodie turned into it and countered, hoisting Lightning upside down and dropping her with a vertebreaker into the canvas! The back of Lightning’s head crunched the mat as Jodie reached across and hooked the leg!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Stringer called for the bell!

Lyn: .........Someone get that woman medical attention.

Jodie shrieked like a banshee as she sat up before the referee raised her hand. The fans weren’t entirely thrilled with the ending as medical staff poured out of the backstage area. So too did Adam and Seth Star. Adam joined the medics as they went into the ring. Jodie shoved them away and lunged into Seth’s arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him and hanging off him as she told him she did it again and again before pressing a heated kiss to his lips.

Mark: And only by the grace of whatever you believe in, it’s over! Jodie Gray is the Champion of Champions here tonight! Jodie Gray is going to have an opportunity against the FFW Champion at Breakdown to become number one contender. And Jodie Gray doesn’t want medical attention, she’s on cloud nine!

Lyn: Game over? ...No ladies and gentlemen, tonight I’m afraid for Jodie Gray it’s ‘Game on.’

Cory: The winner of the match….and the Future Shock Champion of Champions…...’THE QUEEN OF GAMES’ JODIE GRAY!!!

The referee handed Seth the championship belt, which he then handed to Jodie. Gray hung at his side before she collapsed against the ropes, staring at the title with a vacant look on her face as though she were lost somewhere. The cameras then showed Adam’s concerned expression as the medical team began to load Lightning onto a stretcher.

Lyn: ....Everything is horrible forever.

~ ~ ~

We go back to the live show as the boos are only louder now as Seth nods approvingly at what he just saw on the video wall.

Seth: Despite Lyn Dallins’ opinion which is largely irrelevant to anything outside of a divorce court, what took place Tuesday night was history made! Only two women have ever been able to call themselves the Champion of Champions. But the newest one sent the last one packing earlier this year. So let there be no mistake or doubt. There is only ONE Champion of Champions. There is only ONE face of Future Shock. And it is my pleasure to introduce her to all of you, even if none of you actually deserve it. I give you the Champion of Champions….the Queen of Games….the face of Future Shock……….JODIE GRAY!

Jodie Gray walked out onto the ramp with the Champion of Champion’s title draped over her right shoulder, her hand already gloved as it patted the title with pride. She looks at Seth, smiling at him before kissing his lips softly, ignoring all the boos coming from the crowd.

Jodie: You can boo me all you like, it only goes to show that I was right. I told you the second the season started that you were looking at your Champion of Champions and that I was going to do it in spite of every last one of you. Well look what’s on my shoulder right now, I told you so. I defeated ALL your heroes in one season; one by one they were picked off until only I remained and now... now I’m the only woman in that show’s history to have held the cup and this very title. Arabella couldn’t do it after all. and I can promise you now, that unlike Desi, when November twenty-second rolls along, I’m GOING to beat the FFW Champion.

Seth: Whether it be Scarlett or Mika, it’s really not going to matter. On the last Future Shock Pay Per View of this year, Jodie’s greatest year of her career ends on a high note when she makes herself the number one contender to the FFW Championship. But we are not ones to look past anyone. I’ll actually give Lightning a slight bit of credit, I thought she would be much easier than she was. But in the end of the event, Jodie proved her prophecy to come true. And now….five nights later when she is far from 100%, she will face none other than Kinsey DeCaro. And to Kinsey, I’d go so far as to say the longer that match Tuesday went, the happier you were. Because with the meteoric rise this year Jodie has been riding, you had to know that at 100%, you stood absolutely positively no chance. Your chance has even still only...minutely improved, but if it makes you feel better, you don’t really matter anymore.

Jodie smirks at this as the fans boos become louder; she taps a finger across her lip before she started to speak again.

Jodie: In case you missed the memo, Kinsey, tonight you are facing a wounded animal and I’m sure you’ve heard all about what happens with a wounded animal right? We get more dangerous; we tend to get things over a hell of lot quicker than normal. No toying around with you, showing just how I’ve progressed and you’ve REGRESSED as a professional. No, tonight, I’m looking to make rather quick work of you, prove my point, then rest up for the biggest challenge of my career. You, Kinsey, you are nothing to me; you’ve never been a thing to me... just a pawn in a game I’ve been playing and much like I told Lightning on Tuesday night, tonight your usefulness to me has reached it’s end and it’s time to put you away.

Seth: Kinsey, you are largely unimportant to what Jodie’s future holds. She has a date with the FFW Champion in less than two months. And you….you just go back to being part of the crowd. Another largely unforgettable member of the FFW roster who wishes she were in the position Jodie currently enjoys. Kinsey, I want you to join everyone on this roster, all of these broke and penniless citizens here in Detroit and those watching around the world….cameraman, zoom in here…

Seth placed his hand on Jodie’s chin, leaning to kiss her lips before the camera zoomed in on her face.

Seth: This is the face of Future Shock. This is the Champion of Champions. And this will be, sooner than later, your FFW Champion…...Jodie Gray.

Jodie smiled at the camera giving it a small wink.

Jodie: Game Over....

And from there, we cut back to the ring.




“The Death of Music” begins to play over the pa system as Leah appears on the ramp, she looks out at the crowd and points at them before she begins to walk down the ramp.

Cory: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland... This is “The Deaf Revolutionary”... LEAH O'QUINN!

Zack: One of the graduates from Future Shock Ultraviolence Season is going to open this pay-per-view, and joining me for this match is someone who knows a thing or thousands of them about hardcore wrestling, Alysson Gardner. Welcome to the best seats in the house.

Alysson: Thank you, and yes, many people overlook the fact that this girl is one of the crazy people that walked into the Ultraviolence Season, and that alone, albeit not the only thing, makes me interested in this match by itself. FFW can never have enough batshit violent redheads.

Leah slides into the ring and reaches her feet and points at the crowd one last time before removing her jacket and tossing it over the ropes and letting it land on the floor below. She stretches on the ropes and awaits her match to begin. On that cue, darkness engulfs the arena as we hear the eerie sound of something tapping against glass. After a few moments there comes a whisper in the sound of a woman’s voice of one short, iconic word – “NEVERMORE”. With that we hear the opening from “Open Your Eyes” by Guano Apes.

“Hide your face forever
Dream and search forever-ever-ever-ever”

The song gets stuck on the word, and is then interrupted by the deep sound of the voice of Marilyn Manson.

“Just lay your head in daddy’s lap
You’re a bad girl!”

“Bad Girl” by Avril Lavigne hits the PA system as the lights come back up and we see the screens playing images of Ravyn Taylor’s various antics in and out of the ring. After a few moments the curtains part and Ravyn steps out on to the stage with a smirk on her face. She’s dressed in ring gear that includes her normal ring jacket covering a small, revealing bra top and a pair of skin tight hot-pants with the words ‘BAD GIRL’ across the back. She stops on the stage, twirling for the camera almost mockingly.

Sinfully Seductive
Captivatingly Corrupt
Dark Fantasy

After a few moments she starts to make her way down to ringside and then steps up the ring steps, wiping her feet on the apron before vaulting over the top turnbuckle and rolling back to her feet. She walks over to the far corner of the ring, stepping on to the middle turnbuckle and removes her ring jacket, looking down at herself with a look of admiration before stepping off the turnbuckle again.

Cory: And her opponent, from Hell, Michigan... RAVYN TAYLOR!

Zack: Another person you're familiar with, Alysson, Ravyn walks into Sin and Sacrifice looking to make an impression on Leah and prove why she is not only one of the smartest wrestlers in FFW but also one of the bad girls.

Alysson: The only thing she's proven thus far is that she's full of shit. "I tell you to look to the left, and that's when I'mma dominate you" -- yeah, right. Just another one from the good old holier-than-thou school of retards.

Zack: Tell us how you feel, won't you...

She folds the jacket up and places it in the corner before dropping to a seated position, looking up at the referee and shaking her head as he tries to tell her to get to her feet so he can pat her down. Instead she just ushers him away with her hand, continuing to sit in the corner.

DING DING DING!

The match begins with the two wrestlers going to the center of the ring measuring forces. Leah capitalizes on the strength difference over Ravyn and quickly pushes her away. Ravyn stands her ground and growls at Leah who, completely unfazed, grabs Ravyn by the hand as the brunette comes swinging for a strike and whips her into the closest corner. Leah then makes a beeline for her opponent, but Ravyn surprises her by popping out of the corner and striking her with several forarms to the head. This goes until Leah again shoves Ravyn away from her and back into the corner. Leah then takes a couple steps of distance and bolts towards the corner... only to eat a big boot by Ravyn. Leah collapses and goes to her knees, as Ravyn hops to the mid rope to cash in a springboard attack. Ravyn then leaps onto Leah, but the Revolution pops upwards and, with a spear-linke counter, lifts the smaller Taylor over her shoulder and, as soon as she feels Ravyn's arm wrapping her neck, Leah slams the brunette into the mat!

Zack: Ravyn may claim she's smart, but so far Leah's proving to be the fastest! All of her instincts are working like a beauty so far.

Alysson: It's something that's already proven by science, Zack. You remove someone from one of their senses and all the others will be enhanced to make up for that. And in this case I'd wager to say that Leah's sense of danger is doing a great job.

Leah lifts the fallen Ravyn from the ground and presses her against the corner again, proceeding to strike her with several chops to the chest. Ravyn covers her chest after so many chops, and Leah grabs Ravyn by the hand and whips Taylor across the ring... Or so she plans, as Ravyn plants her feet, yanks Leah from her spot and, with a leap, lariats her violently to the mat. The Bad Girl then proceeds to scrape her boot over Leah's head, and slaps her head and face softly so to keep taunting the rookie. With the arena solidly booing Ravyn, the brunette smirks and shows off for one second - it's the time Leah needs to leap back to her feet and wrap her arms around Ravyn's neck like an eel and put the lighter, yet taller wrestler in a sleeper hold! As Ravyn loses balance, she takes several steps back, and they go back to the corner as the brunette squeezes the redhead against the turnbuckles, and O'Quinn lets go of the hold on the count of the referee.

Alysson: Keep showing off, keep taunting, it only takes you one second and the tables are turned on you. Idiot.

Zack: Leah capitalized on that fraction-of-second distraction and was about to choke the life out of Ravyn, but the Infamous representative breaks out of the sleeper.

Ravyn staggers forward, and Leah waits for the right moment to attack Ravyn with a lariat. As she bolts forward, Ravyn notices the attack and ducks, as Leah misses wildly; that's when Ravyn takes off and hits Leah with a bulldog of her own. Without missing a beat, Ravyn again rises on the corner and locks crosshairs on Leah, before leaping and attacking with a double leg drop... that misses as Leah rolls out of the way! Ravyn falls very awkwardly in the very center of the ring, and Leah rolls to the corner, bringing herself up with the support of the ropes, rubbing her nose. Taylor, clearly irritated, bounces on the ropes and strikes the side of Leah's head with a Yakuza kick that sends the deaf wrestler tumbling to ring side. As Leah crumbles, Ravyn makes a point to stare at the commentary table and take a bow.

Alysson: I see you, girl. I see you. *golf clap*

Zack: Ravyn Taylor wants nothing more than scoring a victory with an exclamation point here if it means showing off in front of one of her rivals.

Ravyn then rolls out of the ring to give chase to Leah, but is surprised as the redhead wrestler dives into the brunette's leg, striking her to the knee with another spear-like blow! Ravyn loses all balance and collapses, hitting the padded mats, and Leah quickly rolls to her side and climbs on top of Ravyn, delivering a flurry of shots to Taylor's unprotected head! Instead of trying to defend herself, though, Ravyn attempts to run, and manages to slither away from Leah by crawling like a racing baby! As soon as she can, Ravyn pounces to her feet, but Leah is hot on her trail, as she quickly gets up and runs after her opponent. Well aware of her environment, though, Ravyn turns around and uses Leah's own momentum to boot the Revolution down to her back with a boot to the chest. Leah crashes and seems to be completely offline.

Zack: OOF! That's going to leave a mark! Leah walked head first into that boot... Or more like, chest first!

Alysson: That's going to take your balance off, but worse than that -- look at how she landed flat, hitting her head against the padded ringside! That was a nasty fall.

Not satisfied with the massive blow, Ravyn picks Leah up and throws her into the ring, rolling inside immediately afterwards. She then starts taunting Leah to get up, and slowly but surely the redhead wrestler does so, a bit wobbly and tipsy but she does. When Leah is finally up, Ravyn leaps and grabs her by the neck, trying to slam her down into the mat with a jumping DDT... But Leah plants her feet and holds Ravyn in place! Seeing as Leah won't fall to her face, Ravyn uncoils her legs and springs herself upwards, attempting to take Leah down with an STO. That doesn't work, and all Ravyn manages to do is jump, allowing Leah to counter that with a body slam in which Ravyn falls badly on her outside arm! Ravyn is now fallen in the center of the ring after as Leah slowly brings herself up, still clutching her head.

Zack: Nice body slam by Leah, and it looks like Ravyn may have fallen on her arm!

Alysson: Which means one of her main weapons is hindered, and it's the perfect moment for Leah to go for the kill.

Leah, still dizzy, climbs the corner, and jumps quickly hitting a beautiful avalanche splash on Ravyn, following that with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kickout!

Alysson: Beautiful splash, but no cookie!

Zack: Close but no cigar indeed, it'll take more to put Ravyn down.

Alysson: I would know...

An angry Leah slams the ground as the referee points to her that it was a two count. Leah gets up and grabs Ravyn by the shoulders to bring her up... but Ravyn yanks Leah's legs from the mat and brings her down to the mat, jumping over her and quickly locking an anaconda vice!

Zack: Quoth the Ravyn... Leah may have to tap out!

Alysson: Nice reversal by Ravyn there. Let's see just how honed Leah's endurance in this kind of situation is.

As Ravyn pulls on Leah's arm, Leah is desperate to reach the ropes with her feet, slowly bridging her back and taking slow steps to the side. It's almost a full minute into the submission when Leah finally manages to put her feet on the bottom rope! The referee immediately reads Ravyn the riot act on having to break the submission, and the veteran ignores completely until the ref is almost done with the 5-count. Ravyn dismissively lets go of the hold and rolls back to her feet as Leah breathes her life back. The deaf wrestler slowly brings herself up with the aid of the ropes once again, and Ravyn stalks her, ready for the final blow.

Alysson: Ravyn may be looking to end this with the Evolutionary Synthesis... I don't like the look of this.

Zack: If Ravyn Taylor his her facebreaker to Leah, this is over!

Once Leah is up to her feet, Ravyn bounces on the ropes behind her and leaps, looking to strike Leah with the Codebreaker, but our of the purest instinct, Leah bounces on her end of the ropes and spins, striking Ravyn with a Roaring Elbow to the face with the brunette still in mid-air! Taylor crumbles and falls flat on the mat!

Zack: And Leah O'Quinn proves to be UNBREAKABLE!!! In the nick of time, her instinct works again, and that roaring elbow takes Ravyn out!

Alysson: It's your chance, girl! GO! FOR! THE KILL!

Leah doesn't miss a single bit before hitting the ropes again and, with Ravyn on her fours picking herself up, O'Quinn strikes her with a deadly knee blow to Ravyn's temple! The Infamous collapses without a life signal, as Leah flips her over and covers!

Zack: THAT'S GOTTA BE IT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Alysson: And it IS! AHAHAHAHAH!!! ENJOY THE SILENCE, bitch!

Leah gets up and has her hand raised by the referee, bowing to the crowd afterwards.

Cory: And the winner of this match... LEAH! O'QUINN!!!

Zack: Beautiful performance by the Deaf Revolutionary to start us off! Her clockwork danger instincts carried her through this match, and with an exclamation point, she walks with the victory!

Alysson: So much for a 200-something IQ though, huh? Ravyn tried as hard as she could, but looks like her wits weren't good enough for the soul and fibre of Leah O'Quinn! This girl's up to something!


A Promise Kept

We are shown a clip from the most recent edition of Velocity, upon which we saw the latest defense of the FFW Television Championship. Highlights of Kelly’s match with Nessa are shown before we cut back to the live broadcast, where CK and Kelly are waiting backstage. Christian looks around nervously for a moment before he begins to address the camera.

Christian: I remember Adam talking about how all the champions who had been defending their titles on the international tour had been losing them, except for Kate Steele. Well as of Velocity when FFW went to Moscow, you got one more name to add to that list. Kelly here left the motherland with the Television Championship intact, after quite a match with a very game Nessa Wall. I’ll not pretend that I wasn’t biting my nails in a couple places in that match, but in the end, the most dominant Television Champion in the last two years is still YOUR FFW Television Champion.

The blonde holds the Television title a little bit closer to her.

Kelly: Yeah, I have to hand it to Nessa Wall. She caused me a couple of issues during the match and almost, ALMOST, had me beaten. But I did the exact same thing I’ve done every time I’ve stepped into an FFW ring this year. I found a way to win the match; to turn away another challenger. I found a way to retain the FFW Television Championship. It might have taken me a little while to get my hands on this title and people might have written me off as I pursued it, but I always knew that when I got my hands on it I’d become one of the most dominant TV Champions in the history of this company. So far I’d say I’ve been proven right.

Christian grinned at this point.

Christian: Yeah, if you don’t believe me, you can ask Todd Warren who compared you to Sophie Richards. And put your sister in the same category as Madelyne McTaggert.

It’s Kelly’s turn to grin.

Kelly: I’m not sure about the comparison between Scarlett and McTaggert, but I can definitely see where he’s coming from with the whole Sophie Richards thing - might be the only time I’ll ever agree with Todd. We’re both dominant Television Champions and both women who see ourselves as potential FFW Champions one day. Who knows, maybe, next year, it’ll be me with a place in the Femme For All. But that’s for the future. Right now though I’m focused on keeping the FFW Television Championship and focused on beating my next challenger.

Voice: And we both know who that will be.

Christian spun around as the person he was looking for walked into the shot, that being the owner of FFW herself, Samantha Star.

Samantha: I made a promise, which will be kept. At Anarchy, Kelly, you will meet Nevaeh Summers in a rematch from Unstoppable 5 for the Television Championship.

Kelly nods her head.

Kelly: I’m looking forward to it already Miss Star. Nevaeh’s an incredibly talented wrestler and is a really tough competitor too. Just like I did, she bounced back from her disappointment at Unstoppable 5 in the most impressive fashion and is starting to build that momentum behind her again. I’m sure that at Anarchy her and I will steal the show again as I successfully defend my Television Championship again.

Christian: Plus she watched your match at Velocity with her new manager, and lucky you. You got a golf clap from her as a result. It says something about her when she’s been here since December and has only dropped one singles match the entire time since that point. And at Anarchy, I fully expect her to give twice as much of a fight as she did at Unstoppable. But part of the problem is….Kelly’s been in the ring with her once before. She knows what to expect, and frankly...Nevaeh has to beat Kelly. Not the other way around.

Kelly nods in agreement.

Kelly: Like I said, she’s been very impressive with her in-ring performances and the results that she’s strung together. And as far as I’m concerned she’s more than welcome to sit at ringside and watch me every time I’m in the ring - I’ll drag her to her feet in awe and wonder just the same as every other spectator. At Anarchy, Nev will come hard looking to claim her first title but the result is going to be the same. I’m going to put her down once more and this record breaking reign of mine is going to continue.

Samantha’s face was hard to read as Christian nodded in agreement with the blond before we cut to a commercial for Anarchy.




Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!  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.

Mark: Well, there’s Nessa Wall… drawing the ire of fans as usual…

Mai: Not entirely.  It does sound like some Canadians have made the short trip to Detroit.  They love her in Canada, you know.

Mark: Apparently, although I’m not sure you’ll find her Canadian polling numbers to prove not as high as you think.   Either way… she’s got her hands full tonight, against a former Television Champion, and it’s fairly apparent that this match has some TV implications in it.

Mai: Which is good for Nessa.  Case let’s be honest.  Jenny’s not good enough.  Jenny’s not smart enough.  And gosh darnit, people don’t like her. 

Cory: And her opponent… Introducing to the ring being accompanied by Wolf Ramsey she is Lady Dream Jenny Williams!!!!

Jenny From The Block by J Lo begins to blast all over the speakers. As it does Jennifer Williams makes her way to the ring accompanied by Wolf Ramsey. She doesn’t sprint, doesn’t yell. She doesn’t do anything but make her way to the ring. She finally claps the hands of some of the fans that have their hands stretched out. She slides into the ring and quickly kips up to her feet. She throws her hoodie at Wolf Ramsey as she bounces around a bit awaiting for the match to begin.

Mark: Funny.  It sounds like the people here in Detroit like her just fine!

Mai: That’s because its DETROIT, Mark.  These people… don’t even technically qualify as people!  Besides, they probably are just cheering her because she’s Crystal Hilton’s sister in law, and the fact that these people like Hilton says everything you need to know about this place.

Mark: Well, regardless, the crowd is DEFINITELY behind Jenny tonight, but can she ride that to a win?

*DING DING DING*

At the tone of the bell, both Nessa and Jenny step out of their corners and begin to circle.  Jenny, the more aggressive of the two, moves in for a lock-up but Nessa quickly spins away, avoiding the tie.  Jenny spins around to reorient herself- right into a vicious slap from Nessa that snaps her head back, the crowd groaning with the impact. 

Mai: HAHA!  PIMPSLAP!  WHERES HER MONEY, BITCH!?

Mark: Nessa turning on the bitchsauce early tonight, and she’s probably going to let it flow thick throughout the evening.

Jenny pauses for a second, holding her cheek, then with an angry shake of her head moves in again with a tie up.  This time, they do lock up in a collar and elbow, but Nessa quickly backpedals into the corner, calling for a rope break, as referee Kevin Fisk grants it.  Jenny retreats, arms up to signify that she’s breaking, then moves back in on Nessa, only Nessa spins away again, and Jenny has to slam on the breaks to keep her from slamming into the turnbuckle.  As Jenny screeches to a halt, Nessa reaches out, gets a fistful of Jenny’s hair, and yanks, sending Jenny flying back to slam into the mat!

Mark: Oh, what a disgusting display by Nessa Wall there!

Mai: I’ll say!  Look at how much grease got on her fingers!  You could fry a chicken in Jenny William’s hair!

Fisk admonishes Nessa, who seems utterly perplexed as to why she’s being reprimanded.  Jenny gets to her feet, rubbing her scalp and blinking rapidly. As Nessa continues to roll her eyes at the ref, Jenny runs behind her, grabs her by the hair, and throws her down in a snapmare takedown, yelling “TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME!”

Mai: How horrible of a human being is Jennifer Williams?  Without any thought , she just nearly pulled Nessa’s hair out by the roots, and she’s TAUNTING her over it.

Mark: While not the most legal move, it didn’t seem to be THAT vicious… especially when you compare it to what Nessa did.

Fisk goes to reprimand Jenny, but is cut off by a wail from Nessa, who’s rolling on the mat, screaming, clutching her head as if she’d been scalped.  As Fisk watches, stunned (and Jenny, annoyed), Nessa dramatically rolls out of the ring, staggering over to her husband.  Alex obligingly checks her scalp, as if looking to see if any hair’s been pulled out, as Nessa shrieks that she’s bleeding.

Mark: You know, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that Nessa’s milking this a bit much…

Mai: Bullshit, Horton.  If anyone out here is getting milked it’s Jenny Williams and those udders she’s got hanging from her chest.  There’s got to be a limit on how much women can SAG in this company!

Jenny’s finally had enough of the dramatics, and rolls out of the ring to pursue Nessa, who’s still being (slooooooowly) checked over by Houser.  She shoves Alex out of the way, but as she does, Nessa explodes forward, catching Jenny low, and bringing her down with a double leg.  She mounts the bewildered Williams, wailing away with punches, before grabbing Jenny by the hair, and slamming her head repeatedly into the floor, all the while screaming “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY HUSBAND!”

Mai: You tell her, Nessa!  What kind of horrible human being attacks someone’s MANAGER?

Mark: Not sure if it was a setup or just fortunate timing, but Nessa really took advantage of Jenny’s aggression there

After four or five good slams on the floor, Nessa unmounts, and grabs Jenny by the hair, jerking her upwards.  She throws Jenny headfirst into the ringside barricade, grabs her by the hair again, and throws her then into the ringpost.  Jenny stands still for a second, leaning against the post, and Nessa leaps up with a dropkick, slamming Jenny again into the post so that she collapses like a sack of potatoes!  As the crowd boos, Nessa slides into the ring, ordering Fisk to count Jenny out before turning to taunt the fans!

Mark: She’s… going for a win by countout.  Well, can’t say I’m surprised.

Mai: It’s legitimate.  If Jenny didn’t want to lose by countout, she should have stayed in the ring!

Fisk continues to count as Nessa celebrates.  Six… seven… eight… nine… and then he waves it off, pointing at Jenny’s semi-limp form lying under the bottom ropes, having pushed herself in.  Nessa looks a bit annoyed by this, and storms over, stomping on Jenny’s head a couple times, then grabbing her by the hair and jerking her to her feet.  As she does, though, Jenny bursts into motion, catching Nessa off guard and rolling her up in a small package!

Mai: WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?!

ONE!

TWO!

Mark: Jenny nearly stole one there, and Wall is NOT happy about it!

Nessa angrily kicks out, and rolls to her feet, running forward and catching the rising Jenny in the chest with a thrust kick, knocking the former TV Champion flat on her back.  She then springboards off the ropes, coming down with her knees pointed straight down, and landing square atop Jenny’s throat! 

Mark: Nessa with a vicious drop there, targeting Jenny’s throat like that.

Mai: So she’ll never be able to talk again?   Oh, hallelujah and amen!


Jenny coughs and sputters as Nessa stands over her, taunting her.  She then takes off for the nearest turnbuckle, quickly climbing up to the top.  She spins around, grinning maliciously, and leaps off with a frog splash, connecting solidly on Jenny!

Mai: Everyone take note!  THAT is how the best high flyer in FFW rolls!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Mark: Impressive move, but not a match ending one.  Still, Jenny’s in a fairly rough situation here…

Nessa gives a dark glare at Fisk for counting too slow, and pulls the groggy Lady Dream to her feet, pausing for a second to launch another taunt at the fans.  She hooks Jenny up for a DDT, but Williams blocks it.  She tries again, to no avail, and on the third attempt, Jenny explodes upwards, catching Nessa completely off guard in an overhead suplex sending Nessa crashing to the mat!

Mark: What a counter by Jenny Williams!  Now it’s Nessa who’s down and out, and Jenny’s got her chance to capitalize.

Mai: It’s only because Jenny is so damn FAT that she wasn’t able to bring her down.  Serioiusly, Williams.  Lay off the cream puffs.

As the crowd pops, Jenny goes to one knee to catch her breath and shake off the still-existing cobwebs.  She sees Nessa trying to rise to her own feet, and hits a dropkick, knocking her down.  She quickly grabs Nessa by the hair (giving an extra tug for good measure), and whips her across the ring, Nessa smashing back first into the turnbuckle.  Jenny moves in, and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, and begins firing off punches as the crowd counts along!

Mai: Listen to how proud these fans sound when they’re counting!  That’s cause they all only just learned how last year, you know.

Mark: Oh, would you stop?

Jenny reaches ten, but doesn’t climb down, despite Fisk’s command.  Instead, she simply lowers her feet onto the middle turnbuckle.  She then leaps off, planting her feet in Nessa’s gut, while hooking her arms behind Nessa’s head.  Canadian Bitchsauce is sent flying across the ring with the monkey toss, crashing to the mat as Nessa rolls on her side, kicking her legs and clutching her abdomen in agony.

Mark: What a monkey toss!  And I have a feeling that Nessa’s getting an ego check here we’ve ALL waited for a long time!!

Mai: Nessa doesn’t even have an ego!  She’s just speaking the truth!

Nessa again has decided she’s had enough, and is crawling out of the ring, calling for time out as she does.  Houser helps her out under the ropes, but before Nessa can fully escape the ring, Jenny reaches out over the top rope, and grabs Nessa by the hair.  Nessa shrieks as Jenny pulls her up onto the apron, while Houser immediately demands that Fisk disqualify his wife’s opponent. 

Mai: Look at this!  How horrible is this!  A blatant hair pull!

Mark: The hair being tugged’s been a bit prevalent on both sides, but Fisk seems content to pretty much let all of it go.

Fisk isn’t about to do that, but does admonish Jenny, who simply spins Nessa around, hooking her up to suplex her back into the ring.  As she lifts, Nessa struggles, preventing Jenny from lifting her fully.  In response, Jenny drops her across the top rope, the momentum and bounceback now enough for Jenny to finish the move, and Nessa crashes onto her back in the middle of the ring!

Mark: Slingshot suplex!  Nessa’s dazed and there’s the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Mai: YES!  Kickout!  Which means NO! for you Jenny Williams losers!

Jenny looks surprised at the kickout but Fisk signals two, while on the outside Houser pounds the mat and complains that Fisk is counting too fast.  Jenny looks at Fisk for confirmation that it was just a two count, and receives it.  She then stalks Nessa, crouching low and waiting for Nessa to groggily roll over and climb to her feet.  She pounds the mat, once, twice, three times as she measures Nessa up, then leaps with her Sweet Dreams- only for Nessa to somehow counter it into a reverse DDT!

Mai: THERE!  Absolutely beautiful move by Nessa Wall, and Jenny was once again too slow on the uptake to do a damn thing about it!

Mark: You have to give it to Nessa, that was a great move.  But it took as much out of Nessa as it did Jenny!

Both women lie there, motionless, as Fisk begins a ten count, while outside the ring, we get a very apprehensive looking Alex Houser, urging Nessa to her feet.  Both women climb to their feet slowly, egged on by the crowd (and Houser, we guess).  Jenny goes for a lock up, but Nessa again spins, and hits a reverse Russian Legsweep backbreaker, the crowd groaning at the vicious move.

Mark: Nessa little by little regaining control in this match!  And she is brutally nailing Jenny with every move she can think of.

Mai: Jenny’s out on her knees- which isn’t all that different than a normal Saturday night  for her, but this is about to get painful!

Nessa releases Jenny, propping her into a kneeling position, although Lady Dream is living up to her namesake.  Wall then gets to her feet, and staggers around to Jenny’s front, callously blowing Williams a kiss.  She then hits the opposite ropes, gaining momentum for a massive shining wizard!...

Mai: KISSY KIS-

Mark: WAIT!  JENNY DUCKED!

Nessa skids to a halt, off balance from the miss.  As she regains her balance, Jenny explodes upwards, catching Nessa with her Sweet Dreams, Nessa getting every last bit of it!

Mark: SWEET DREAMS!  AND IT COULD BE GOOD NIGHT NESSA!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

Mai: FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR THREE COUNT, HORTON!

Jenny looks stunned by this, but doesn’t argue with the referee.  Instead, she heads to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly climbing, the crowd egging her on.  She gets to the top, and signals for the Stock Market Crash, but before she can leap, Alex Houser is on the apron, grabbing her leg, the crowd jeering!

Mark: Oh for crying out loud!  Houser doesn’t know when to quit!

Mai: Jenny should have been disqualified about six times over already!  He’s got EVERY right to make sure that his wrestler is done right by!

Fisk is irate, running over to the apron, and demanding Houser drop down, but Houser’s going off about Jenny being disqualified.  While Fisk doesn’t seem to have a clue what he’s ranting about, Jenny kicks out at him, catching him hard enough to knock him off balance, so he has to grab the ropes to catch himself from tumbling off the apron.  Wolf arrives at the same moment, ready to prevent Houser from going again.  Jenny, grinning turns to leap…

*POW!*

Mai: RIGHT IN THE KISSER HONEYMOONERS STYLE!

The roar of outrage from the crowd is evident as Nessa’s fist flies into Jenny’s temple, the larger wrestler immediately going limp as Nessa shakes her hand, a glistening piece of metal falling off, bouncing off the apron and too the floor. 

Mark: BRASS KNUCKLES?!  Are you KIDDING me?   Houser must have snuck them to Nessa somehow!

Mai: I didn’t see a damn thing, Mark!  And… more importantly, neither did Fisk!

Nessa blows another mocking kiss to the unconscious Jenny, turns, and goes into a handspring, wrapping her legs around Jenny’s head, and flying off the turnbuckle!

Mai: HOWS A NICE HEAPING HELPING OF BITCHSAUCE, BITCH!?

*WHAM!*

Mark: She connected!  I think this is over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

*DING DING DING!*

Nessa immediately leaps to her feet in jubilation, as Houser slides into the ring, and the two share a deep passionate kiss amidst the outraged fans of Ford Field.  Outside, Wolf is furious, arguing with Fisk over Nessa’s punch, but as he looks around for the brass knuckles to show them, he finds himself sadly unable to find them.

Mark: Are you kidding me?  Houser must have snuck them back into his pocket!  Nessa Wall damn near literally got away with MURDER tonight!

Mai: Don’t be so dramatic.  It was fourth degree assault at worst.  And even so… NESSA WINS JENNY SUCKS HAHAHA!

The two separate, each leans over and launches a gob of spit down on the still prone Williams, before leaving the ring happily together.

Mai: See, look at the sportsmanship from Nessa.  Swapping saliva is a common practice of comraderie, and they’re not even asking for any in return.

Mark: Absolutely horrible.  Alex and Nessa know ZERO shame.

Wolf and the ref check on Jenny, and helps her up, wiping off Nessa and Alex’s “gift”, as we cut elsewhere.


British Coalition

The next image we see is a trio of women surrounding Robby Reynolds. Each of them flank him on either side as he stands in front of the Sin & Sacrifice logo.

Robby: I’m joined here by three women who all have very important dates come Future Shock Malice. I am referring to the FFW Future Shock Champion Lilly Sheffield, and fellow Brits in both members of NHB. Ladies, thanks for joining me.

Jem: Hey Robby. It’s awesome to be here. First time I’ve ever been in Detroit and it’s a PPV and it’s a HUGE crowd and it’s a LOUD crowd and it’s an incredible atmosphere and OMG I love this feeling!

Angela: Someone’s a little bit excited and might have just had a touch too much caffeine. And sugar.

Lilly: You think those six sugars she put in her triple espresso might have had an effect?

Angela: Yeah, I really should keep a closer eye on her shouldn’t I?

She pauses, shrugging her shoulders.

Angela: Anyway. You’re right Robby. The three of us have a MASSIVE night ahead of us at Future Shock Malice. Jem and I get to face the Rudo and potentially take a huge leap up the ladder in the Unity ranks ahead of the influx of teams that’s going to come with the second Unity season of Future Shock. While Lilly here, she’s gonna successfully defend her Future Shock title against a delusional bitch and make her pay for breaking lover boys arm. Should be a Hell of a night.

Jem nods very enthusiastically; like a bobblehead in an earthquake at her partners sentiment.

Jem: Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah. Amazingly huge night. Three girls from Sheffield...well two from Sheffield and one from Chesterfield but close enough... are going to be kicking ass at Malice.

Robby: Ladies, FFW resumes its international tour on the next Velocity as it emanates from the Motorpoint Arena in Cardiff, Wales. And on that night, a Trios match has been put together featuring you three facing your Malice opponents. It will be Lilly and NHB meeting Ignis and Rudo Galactica. I’d like to get your thoughts.

Lilly: Sounds good to me. Sounds great to me. I can’t wait to get that goddamned wannabe deity in the ring and show her just how tough girls from the Steel City are. All this talk about her breaking arms and breaking streaks, perfect opportunity for her to give it her best shot before Malice and in return I’ll break her face while her boyfriend watches from ringside and maybe I’ll break the hearts of her countrymen - if they’re still cheering her that is. Then I’ll throw her outside and her high priest can try and put her back together again before Malice.

Jem: Yeah. That gameplan works for us. Lilly can pull the arm of Ignis and we’ll deal with the Rudos if they’re crazy enough to get in the way of this little wrecking ball here. I mean they are pretty crazy but really? Would you want to step in the path of this woman when she’s got someone in her sights? Nope. Didn’t think so.

Angela: It’s a great chance for us to put down a marker ahead of Malice. A perfect opportunity to scout our opponents, refresh our memories and learn about any new tricks that they might have picked up since we crossed paths with them in Future Shock.

Robby: Also it’s fair to note that they did leave you both a….remembrance a couple weeks ago at Breaking Point while you were on camera.

Jem: Euuuwwwww God, yes. Whatever they fed that donkey...it can NOT be good for it. No. Not at all. Nope. That donkey needs a vet. It must have serious intestinal issues.

Angela: The stench was definitely something that I don’t think anyone who smelled it will ever forget it. It was...unholy. Only way it can be described.

Jem: That bag had to be incinerated. Definitely going to pay for that. Definitely. In Wales. At Malice. Definitely gonna pay.

Angela: And she’s definitely not just talking about a couple of bucks to cover a new bag and some more workout gear.

Robby: Good luck to you all, and we’ll see you in Cardiff.

From there, we cut to a commercial for Future Shock Malice.

[Adam Grant]

After a brief highlight package showing the issues between Kimmi Hate and Hope Dawson, we head back into the arena as the fans see that the match is next on the video wall.

Mark: Is there ever some bad blood in this match?! And it all stems from Kimmi Hate bullying a teenage boy for no other reason than she can!

Mai: Jordan should have been delighted that a woman like Kimmi was even interested in him enough to talk to him. He’s a bit ugly, so he’d do well for any female attention he can get.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out as blue and purple spotlights start to search the crowd.  The opening strands of “VooDoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix as the spotlights finally settle on the top of the ramp way.

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise just a little sand
'Cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child

The fans almost drowned out the music when Kimmi walks out from behind the curtain.  Kimmi grins as she poses for a second at the top of the ramp wearing her Penguin Burger shirt.  She waits a moment before making her way down the ramp.

I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back to you one of these days
I said, I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back to you one of these days
And if I don't meet you no more in this world
Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late, don't be late
'Cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
I'm a voodoo child

As Kimmi makes it to ring side, she takes off her shirt and tosses it into the crowd, much to the distain of the fans.  Hopping up onto the apron, Kimmi did the splits before sliding under the bottom rope.  Kimmi smirked as she stood up and taunted her opponent before going to the corner that the ref instructed her to go to.

Cory: She hails from Westfield, New Jersey! This is….KIMMI HATE!!!

Mai: She looks good enough to eat. Kimmi is a role model to strong women everywhere. This is how you handle business.

Mark: Send your cards and letters to Mai Hotaru, folks. Hate is nothing but a bully, and I have a feeling that tonight she’ll get her comeuppance for her actions.

The lights dim slightly at "Roar" by Katy Perry begins to fill the arena. After a few moments Hope steps out on to the stage to a slight pop. She smiles and waves to the crowd.

Cory: From Miami, Florida. At 5’5” and 113 pounds… Hope-Marie Osborne!!!

Hope makes her way down the ramp, slap a few hands along the way. She stop at ring side and takes a moment to stare at the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope. She walk around the ring taking in the cheers as the music fades.

Mai: I liked Hope better when she had scandals every other week in her life. Now she’s supposed to be respectable or something, and it makes me nauseous.

Mark: When she watches this back, I’m positive she will consider that the highest compliment you are capable of giving her.

Referee Kevin Fisk barely is able to call for the bell before Hope takes off after Kimmi, unloading with vicious right hands one after another onto the redhead. Kimmi backs up, but Hope follows right after her and continues to fire shots. A pair of knees catches her in the ribs before she backs her up into the corner and laces into her with a knife edge chop. Kimmi shouts in pain as each strike lands, three in a row before Hope whips her across towards the ropes. Hate rebounds off the far side as Hope cartwheels towards her and lands a back elbow to her jaw. Hate staggers backwards before Hope uses a monkey flip to send her up and over to the mat.

Mark: Hope came to Detroit with a fire under her, and she’s giving Kimmi all she can handle! That’s how you deal with a bully right there!

Mai: Poor Kimmi didn’t even get a chance to warm up before the match, and Hope’s already attacking her. Maybe she’s not as bad as I thought she was.

Kimmi starts to move towards the ropes, seemingly to exit the ring before Hope pulls her back away and to her feet. Hate tries to catch her with a discus punch, but Hope ducks it and counters into an inverted atomic drop. It causes Kimmi to double over before Hope bounces off the near side ropes and leaves her feet with a flying elbow to the jaw! Hate drops like a rock before Hope reaches across for the cover.

Mark: This thing may be over already!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kimmi kicked out right after two as Hope mounted her chest and began to fire more right hands into her head. Hate managed to cover up with her arms, as the referee tried to get Hope to calm down. Dawson got back to her feet with the fans somewhat behind her.

Mai: Hope’s kinda hot when she’s angry, Mark. I may need to smoke soon.

Mark: Dawson is full of fury, and I don’t blame her a bit! Kimmi harassed her son for weeks, and it’s payback time!

Hope glanced down to see Kimmi still on the mat before she stepped through the ropes to go to the outside. But as she did, Kimmi kicked the middle rope between her legs and caused her to double over back into the ring. The redhead pulled herself together, getting back to her feet and pulling Hope up to her knees. She measured and fired with closed fists to Hope’s head before she hooked it and drove it intot he canvas with a short DDT. The fans began to boo at this point as Kimmi mounted her back and began to scrub her face into the canvas with both hands. She rose back to her feet, scooping her up and dropping her with a gutbuster across her knee.

Mai: That’s what I like about Kimmi. She doesn’t worry about focusing on anything in particular, she just likes to hurt her opponents in any way she can.

Mark: Hate’s a brawler, and she’s weathered the storm from Hope’s offensive flurry. Now she’s just looking to break her down.

Kimmi pulled her up again, burying a pair of knees into her abdomen before she pulled her to a standing position and delivered a lungblower to her back. The fans were none too enthusiastic about this as Kimmi crawled towards her opponent, shoving her face down into the mat before she kicked her feet up and began to drive repeated knees into her back. A smirk on her face, the redhead scooped her up into a front carry and lobbed her with a fallaway slam to the mat. She then sat up, dusting off her hands.

Mark: Kimmi throwing Hope like a sack of garbage, and that fallaway slam continues to work on Hope’s back.

Mai: Insert obligatory “Hope on her back” joke here. And yes, I’m aware of the irony.

Kimmi crawled over towards her, rolling her over and making a cover before Fisk fell into position to make the count.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Hope’s shoulder came up before the three as Kimmi pulled the brunette back up and onto her shoulder. A sinister smile on her face, she took off towards the corner for a snake eyes but Hope slipped out the back and shoved Kimmi forward. Hate just stopped herself from crashing into the turnbuckles and spun around, just as Hope moved in behind her and delivered a jawbreaker!

Mark: Kimmi telegraphed the snake eyes, and Hope had a counter! Hate may have some loose teeth after that jawbreaker!

Mai: A shame too, I enjoy Kimmi being dominant. I wonder if she charges by the hour.

Kimmi fell backwards, hanging into the corner as Hope started to get back to her feet. The brunette tried to rally the fans by pounding the mat. And as she finally got up, she took off towards the corner and went for a midair knee strike that connected perfectly with Kimmi’s jaw! The redhead staggered out of the corner and collapsed to the mat. Hope glanced over towards the turnbuckle, and ascended to the top rope.

Mark: One hell of a knee strike right to the head, and Kimmi’s down! Hope’s going to the top!

Mai: I bet Kimmi is just as good down as she is up…. I really do need that smoke.

Hope climbed up to the top, pointing towards the sky with both hands and came off with an elbowdrop right into Kimmi’s chest! That brought the crowd to their feet as Hope headed for the corner again, shaking her head.

Mark: She’s going for it again! Dawson really wants to do a number on this woman!

Hope ascended the top rope and pointed to the sky again before Kimmi got to her feet and hit the ropes before dropping back to her knees. Hope landed on the top turnbuckle in obvious pain. Kimmi pulled herself together and headed for the corner. She fired a few rights into her head before she climbed up to the top rope with her, hooking her head under one arm.

Mai: I do believe Kimmi plans to bring Hope back down to the mat….as painfully as possible.

Mark: Hate’s going for a superplex, and that could spell disaster for Hope if she connects!

As Kimmi went for it, Hope blocked it. And then again. She broke the redhead’s grip and connected with a headbutt and then another. Kimmi teetered on the top rope before Hope used both feet to propel her off the corner to the mat. Kimmi landed flat on her back as Hope tried to get her bearings. She finally did and rose back to her feet on the top turnbuckle.

Mai: She has Kimmi down, and she’s still wanting to go to the top rope.

Mark: Dawson may be looking to close the show here, and if she can hit whatever she has in mind, she may get her wish.

Hope measured and came off the top rope with a frog splash, and it connected perfectly onto Kimmi. The fans erupted as she reached across and hooked her leg for the cover.

Mark: A FROG SPLASH!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Hope sat up on her knees, holding her ribs. The referee raised her hand as she got up to her feet with a smile on her face.

Mai: How disappointing for all of us Kimmi Hate fans out there!

Cory: The winner of the match…….HOPE DAWSON!!

Mark: And Hope got her revenge for what Kimmi did to her son, and in grand fashion too!

Mai: Oh wait...Kimmi may not be done….

As Hope went to leave the ring, Kimmi clobbered her from the blindside and dragged her back into the ring. The redhead grinned as she began to tear and claw at Hope’s ring attire, literally trying to rip it off of her.

Mark: What the hell is this about?! Kimmi’s trying to….rip off her clothes to humiliate her!

Mai: Well I’m sure Hope won’t mind...I know I don’t. Go for the bottom half!!

Kimmi did manage to tear part of Hope’s top off, calling her a whore and a slut before the referee pulled her off. Hate rolled out to the floor with a grin, holding up part of Hope’s ripped top in her hand as a trophy. Hope covered herself as the referee got her a towel to wrap around her upper body. Dawson took it, glaring back at Kimmi who gave her a little hand wave as we cut elsewhere.


Meet the Class

We are shown a commercial for the upcoming Unity season of Future Shock, featuring the return of the tag teams to the show. Scenes from the last Unity season are revisited before we see the new logo for this coming season. And after that, we see none other than Adam Grant and Season Five champion Mel Avilo backstage, sitting on a sofa together. A monitor hangs behind them both as Adam is leaned back comfortably beside the Brazilian beauty.

Adam: With the Season of Champions behind us for this year, there’s no time like the present to look forward to the next season. As you just saw, it’s time for round two of the Unity season of Future Shock. Four tag teams from all over the world have been invited to compete. And if this one is anything like the last Unity season, Future Shock’s sixteenth…..SIXTEENTH...season should be quite memorable. I’m your friendly neighborhood web craw--master, Adam. The gorgeous brunette beside me is the Season Five champion...and future destroyer of Ignis later tonight as this is being recorded in advance….Mel Avilo!

Mel: What  up guys! And thanks for that confidence boost, Adam! For all I already agree with you. I...I honestly can’t believe that a show which had so many doubters is soon to be heading into a sixteenth season. Even without the doubters, it’s still an absolutely insane and brilliant achievement for any show to reach. There aren’t many that can say that in any genre of television. And yes, it should be quite the whirlwind, as just about every season ever has been. Probably why it’s so popular!

Adam: First up is a team we got to meet recently during our tour. To this point, if the team has a name, they haven’t made it known anywhere I’ve seen. Trained by Wendigo, their names are Shaughnessy O’Neill and Charlotte Harker. You may recall them from when they were being interviewed, and Shaughnessy pretty much took over and let her partner look like a deer in headlights.

Their pictures pop up next. On one side is Shaughnessy. http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/kaya-scodelario-in-marie-claire-magazine-april-2014-issue_9.jpg
And on the other side, Charlotte. http://www.maactioncinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Elizabeth+Olsen+37th+Annual+Los+Angeles+Film+gNTCamLwo5Nl.jpg

Mel: I remember that. Teams like that always leave me a little concerned. I’m not going to pretend to be a tag team specialist, because never in a month of Sundays will I be. But I always figured that if that was the case, then the team is probably destined for failure. It’s pretty hard to work as a team when one is doing all the work, no matter what way it is.

Adam: It was pretty clear to me that Shaughnessy filled this application out, choosing not to let Charlotte get a word in. O’Neill is from Quebec, Charlotte from Buffalo, New York. Shaughnessy talks about how she deserves this chance, almost as though it’s owed to her. Actually, most of these answers start off with “I” and then she remembers she has a partner and was scratched out to show “we.”

Mel: ...This doesn’t make me feel any better, being honest. And this is going to sound silly, but is Shaughnessy of Irish descent? Just witha name like that. But that’s not important. There’s nothing wrong with feeling as though you’re owed something, there aren’t a shortage of people in wrestling who feel that way. Well, you could say there’s something wrong with it, but it’s not uncommon. What I want to know is what Charlotte thinks of all this…

Adam: Good question. Our next team is one I have mentioned more than once on Twitter, and they are also international wrestlers, much like the Anime Girls. These two come to us from Germany, though they call it Deutschland. They are called the Aryan War Machines. Meet Sabine and Inge.

Sabine’s picture pops up on the monitor. http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130617215730/prowrestling/images/thumb/b/be/264541_10152835944365072_519149473_n.jpg/200px-264541_10152835944365072_519149473_n.jpg
And then Inge’s pops up beside hers.
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Mel: Yeah, I remember you mentioning them over Twitter a couple of times. They’re entitled to call it Deutschland, it is the local name of the country, like how Brazilians spell Brazil with a ‘s’ instead of a ‘z’. But that’s about as far as I’m going to go there without going on some sort of anti-racist idiocy. It doesn’t help that I’m pretty sure neither member of the team is a natural blonde. Sabine’s definitely isn’t. Wonder if they’re both practicing Catholics...that’d make it interesting.

Adam: When asked what makes their team unique, they explain that they are instruments of war. That they aren’t here to make friends, only to crush people. They liken themselves to Panzer tanks rolling over the Polish cavalry.

Mel: I feel like I’ve walked into Valerie’s history classes from school, hearing that. At least the German version of events.

Adam glances back to the pictures for a moment, then to Mel and back to the camera.

Adam: Let’s move on from these two, shall we? Our fourth tag team is called Pretty Dangerous. They also recently appeared on a show, Skye Armani and Heather Stripes. These two are quite high on their appearance...very much so. When asked why they should be chosen, the first answer was just look at them. So let’s!

First picture pops up is one of Skye. http://zionstrumpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/jessica-burciaga-11-1.jpg
And then Heather’s pops up next to hers.
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Adam: Also fair to mention judging from some tape I’ve seen, one of their favorite moves include various forms of uh…bitch slapping.

Mel doesn’t respond at first, mostly through the loud groan that escapes her mouth ahdn her head falling into her hands.

Mel: Why do people think that this is an acceptable way of doing things? Right, coll, you can slap someone upside the head, when they’re not looking. That doesn’t take a great deal of skill. I could run up behind Adam right now and do that. Except I wouldn’t. For a lot of reasons. Which include friendship and Lightning. And I’m not actually sure what takes precedence there. It doesn’t take a great deal of actual wrestling skill.

Adam: Well I’m glad you chose not to slap me, whatever the better reason is. Anyway, I get the sense these two would get along great with Maddie. They talk about how they are here to make the rest of the roster look their best...even if they don’t want it. The word “makeover” comes up in this application as well. Apparently they are here to buck the idea that gorgeous women or models can’t be world class wrestlers.

Mel: There’s been people that have said otherwise? That sounds like a reverse April Evans, to be honest. No one ever said that one group of people should be the best, or can only be the best. If that was the case, then every female company would contain only one type of wrestler. FFW doesn’t have that.

The final pictures of the last team pop up next behind the pair.

Adam: Our last team is called Heafy United, which is about as far from the truth as you can get, if you see these two cousins go back and forth on Twitter. Meet Mia and Elissa Heafy.

Mia’s picture pops up.
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And then Elissa’s pops up beside that.
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Adam: These two don’t get along, I believe they have referred to one another as “bitch” on more than one occasion as well.

Mel: I’ve called my friends “bitch” on more than one occasion, though usually through jest. But...why oh why would you form a team with someone you don’t like? I mean, yeah, sometimes in wrestling you get lumbered with someone you don’t like as a partner, but to make it an official thing? That strikes me as a bit odd. This season’s definitely going to have its share of interesting things.

Adam: According to the application, their family decided that this would be a great way for them to work through their problems with one another. By forcing them into a tag team. Mia has five years of in-ring experience under her belt, and Elissa has none to this point. So you might guess who is likely to be doing most of the heavy lifting between them for a little while.

Mel: I’d hope that our assumptions that way are proved incorrect. Teams that rely on one over the other do not work well together, as I stated earlier.

Adam: The fact that their family thought making them be a tag team was a good way to resolve their personal issues with one another….that’s a new one on me.

Mel: That’s like sticking two people who hate each other in a room and leaving them to it. Instead of who walked out without aid or a bodybag, it’d be who stands there and lets their partner be beaten like a butcher with a hammer.

Adam: Had it been me, I might have tried to iron out the differences first and then worked on a team. I guess this is kind of like reverse psychology in a way. For their sake, I hope it works. But I’m a bit skeptical to this point. Though the flip side of that? Team Adonis...used to despise each other, and ended up working pretty much flawlessly for a long time. Think it could be a case like that?

Mel: Team Adonis, if I remember rightly, Team Adonis were capable together, but were forced to coexist for a mutual cause that ended up biting Casey in the backside anyway. But that’s one example, and I do hope for their sake that this does work out well for them.

The pictures disappear before the logo takes over the monitor next.

Adam: And that’s your five teams who will be making up the sixteenth season of Future Shock. And the second ever Unity season. The prize, you can probably guess, is an opportunity to challenge for the FFW Unity titles. Which one of the teams or more than one of the teams stands out to you, Mel? Anyone you’d dare to guess has a decent shot of making a successful run through the season?

Mel: Honestly? The War Machines, simply because they’re one of only a couple of teams that actually seem to have a knack for this coexisting without falling apart because of personal difference thing.

Adam: I can see it. But I think that can also be said for Pretty Dangerous. They seem to definitely be on the same page. Two teams seem to be at odds, or only one of them is allowed to speak seemingly. Not sure how many fans are going to love the War Machines or Pretty Dangerous. Maybe those two will get the male demographic, but I’d say the Anime Girls should show some cohesion as a team.

Mel: I agree. I can see War Machines even getting booed if we went to Germany, that movement isn’t actually a big thing there anymore. I think, anyway.

Adam: Season Sixteen kicks off October 21 with the very first challenge to be revealed by myself and Wendy Briese, who has become pretty much my co-host for the challenges. Looking back at the last Unity season, all of those teams got along very well, except for one. And they didn't do all that great. So with more than one team who seems to have issues this coming season, things should be somewhat interesting. So check back on October 21st, and we’ll kick off the second ever Unity season in Future Shock. I want to thank my lovely partner here for helping me run down the teams, Mel Avilo!

Mel: Most welcome, my dear!

Adam: Now let’s get back to the big show. Let’s send it back to the arena as Sin & Sacrifice rolls on!

And on that, we do head back to the ring.




Mark: Well our next match will put the woman who is hell bent on becoming the Television Champion against a woman who rose through the ranks to become a Television Champion.

Zack: Tonight however we will be able to outshine who. I know Misty has visions of breaking into the realms of the Evolution Division and the win over Kasey justifies that, but one should not overlook Nevaeh who has practically been flawless with the exception of her match with Kelly.

Mark: A win over a former champion keeps her momentum going, and a win for Misty would also do the same thing. Anyway looks like it’s time for the match to get underway.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

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.


Silas: Ladies and gentlemen my name is Silas Mason and it is my honor to introduce to you all the Finest wrestler in FFW today. She hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at a svelte and fit 120 pounds. She is “The World's Finest” Nevaeh Summers

“Circus” by Britney Spears begins to play as Nevaeh saunters her way out onto the stage with a smirk on her face. She stands at the top of the stage and strikes a pose as Silas applauds proudly. Nevaeh then stands next to Silas and puts her forearm on his shoulder as they look out to the crowd. Silas then gestures for her to make her way to the ring. Nevaeh now saunters down the aisle as Silas follows closely behind her telling the fans at ringside to “cherish the sight”.

As Nevaeh draws near the ring she runs and slides under the bottom rope. She winds up sliding towards the middle of the ring where she strikes another pose on her side, a devilish grin plastered on her face. Nevaeh soon gets back to her feet and makes her way to the middle of the ropes as we see Silas making his way up the steps and into the ring. Nevaeh puts one foot on the bottom rope and swings her other leg over the top rope. She now straddles the top rope and motions her arms up down the sides of her body yelling out to the crowd “Au natural baby” as Silas gestures to her and applauds again. Nevaeh then gets off the ropes and makes her way to a corner. She jumps up and lays her body across the top ropes and turnbuckles as Silas begins talking to her, the two waiting for the match to start.

Jennifer Stringer is in the ring for this one, and she glances at both wrestlers before she calls for the bell. The bell sounds loudly as this match officially comes underway.

Mark: And here we go, let’s see which one of these two ladies wants the win more here

Misty makes her way towards the center of the ring where Nevaeh is waiting for her. The two engage into a grapple.but Nevaeh breaks the hold driving a knee right up into the gut of her opponent. Misty breaks the grapple as Nevaeh follows through with a forearm strike to Misty’s head. Misty reaches for her head in pain as Nevaeh follows up with some vicious knife edge chops that can be heard all throughout Ford Field. Misty is nailed with shot after after shot and Nevaeh doesn’t waste any time as she whips Misty toward the turnbuckles. Misty bounces off of them and she makes her way back at Summers, once she reaches her however Summers goes to through her up but Misty locks her legs around Summers head as she brings her down with a hurricanrana. Nevaeh is sent straight to the mat as Misty makes it back up to her feet.

Zack: Misty may have found the opening she needed here.

Mark: One hurricanrana and the tide of this match has shifted.

Misty stands tall as she backs away from Nevaeh who is favouring her head. Misty eyes her up and without any hesitation she explodes towards her opponent doing a handspring and just as she reaches Nevaeh she leaps up into the air and lands flush against Nevaeh’s body. She remains on top of her as she hooks a leg for the pin fall.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Noooooooooo, Nevaeh manages to move a shoulder up, as she stops the pinning attempt. Misty bounces back up to her feet as she spots Nevaeh starting to rise up to her feet. Misty sprints her way towards her and is able to nail her right in the face with a running boot. Nevaeh falls back down to the mat as Misty continues her assault. She drops down to the mat as she grabs a firm hold of Nevaeh’s head placing her into an Anaconda Vice. She yanks back applying the pressure as Stringer moves in close asking Nevaeh if she gives up.

Mark: Anaconda Vice is locked in.

Zack: Ever since the hurricanrana Misty has been running on all out cylinders and she hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down.

Nevaeh however refuses to give in as she shakes her head repeatedly yelling that she doesn’t give in. She slowly begins to move her way over to the turnbuckles. She is mere inches away from it, and she lunges out as she grabs onto them. Misty gives the clean break as she rises back up to her feet. Nevaeh finally makes it back up and Misty rushes her way towards Nevaeh. She jumps onto Nevaeh’s back as she gives her a piggy back cobra clutch. Nevaeh refuses to be caught in another submission as she reaches upwards grabbing Misty’s hair in her hands. She yanks her down forward making her hit the mat with a loud thud. Misty reaches for her back, as Nevaeh pulls Misty back up to her feet by the hair. She throws the Canadian high up into the air and sends her down with a sitout rear slam. Misty’s body hits the mat hard, as Summers folds Misty up for a pin.

Mark: Did you hear the ring shake on that one?!

Zack: Misty’s body was nearly broken in half there.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THR...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


At the very last second Misty is able to roll out of the move, as Nevaeh cannot believe it. Nevaeh stands up on her feet as Misty struggles to rise back up.

MISTY!
MISTY!
MISTY!

The Detroit crowd are all behind Misty as she slowly moves. Nevaeh however doesn’t appreciate it as she tells the crowd to quiet it down. Misty is finally up on a vertical base and that is when Nevaeh launches a standing enziguri that catches Misty directly in the face. Misty falls down to the mat like a sack of bricks, and Nevaeh begins to taunt the crowd as they roar back at her with boos. Nevaeh drags Misty back up to her feet as she whips her hard towards the corner turnbuckle. Nevaeh can’t help but show boat as she does a cartwheel a handspring and now she is mere inches away from Misty. She jumps, and spins in the air nailing Misty with a vicious kick to her temple. Misty is out of it as she remains prone in the corner.

Mark: MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO GEORGIA!!!!

Zack: Misty takes a vicious shot to the head, and she seems out of it Mark.


Nevaeh smiles as she isn’t done yet. She lifts Misty upwards as she sits her on top of the corner turnbuckle. Nevaeh showboats for a bit before she climbs up to the top as well. She smacks Misty in the face before she places the small Canadian underneath an arm. She goes to sling her up but Misty fights back as she delivers punch after punch to the gut of Neveah. Nevaeh staggers back, and Misty finds herself flipping over Nevaeh with a sunset flip as her momentum is able to send Nevaeh down with a powerbomb. Misty grabs Nevaeh’s legs as she bridges over her for a pinfall attempt.

Mark: SUNSET FLIP REVERSAL!!!

Zack: And now Misty has the pin, she could walk away with the victory here!


ONEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO



THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Nevaeh finds a way to stay in the match as she manages to kick out. Misty rises back up to her feet as Nevaeh rises back up. Misty decides to not give Summers anymore breathing room as she backs away from her begging for the Atlanta beauty to turn around. Nevaeh does just that and the moment she does Misty is sprinting right towards Nevaeh as she leaps up with her knee attack.

Mark: Misty’s going for broke here with a People’s Decree!

Zack: This spells trouble for Nevaeh here. She get’s hit with that knee this one could be in the history books.

Misty’s knee is mere inches away from Nevaeh’s head but Nevaeh is able to lift Misty up in the air. She holds her upwards and has her in position for her Makeover. Misty however fights back at she grabs the turnbuckle refusing to go down. Nevaeh however holds Misty’s legs as she yanks Misty away from the ropes making her fall down to the mat with a loud thud. Misty clutches at her chest as Nevaeh hovers over her like a vulture.

Mark: Nevaeh was thinking on hitting her Makeover but Misty refused to have any part of it!

Zack: But Nevaeh yanked Misty away from the ropes, and Misty fell chest first to the mat. Nevaeh seems to be in control, and Misty needs to find a way to recuperate quickly.

Misty struggles back up to her feet, but Nevaeh doesn’t even give her any breathing room. She instead grabs a hold of Misty placing her into a double underhook. Without hesitation she quickly spikes her into the mat with a ddt, and Misty’s head bounces right off the mat. Misty falls back down to the mat as Nevaeh offers a chuckle.

Mark: Grand Finale! Sends Misty’s head right into the canvas.

Zack: Misty if you have anything left you need to find a way to come back from this.

Nevaeh makes a nonchalant cover as she hooks a leg for the pin fall. Stringer drops down counting the pin.


ONEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


DING DING DING

Nevaeh stands up smiling as Stringer raises her arm into the air.

Cory: And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall…. NEVAEH SUMMERS!!!!!!!

Mark: Huge win for Nevaeh over a former Television Champion.

Zack: Nevaeh is making a statement to Kelly, that she will not rest until she is holding the Television Championship.

Stringer checks on a hurting Misty as Nevaeh is all smiles as we zoom out to elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

Freya’s Not Amused

The next shot we see is the path leading to the gorilla position, where Robby Reynolds happens to find one of women in the next match awaiting to go out, that being Freya Kane. He quickly catches up with her.

Robby: Freya, I know you’re about to go out and face Kaylee, but I had a couple things to run by if you don’t mind.

Freya, completely ready to go to the ring, sighs with annoyance at Robby yet understands he’s doing his job.

Freya: Yes? I’m very close to going out there, Robby. What can’t wait?

Robby: Three things, I promise! One, I wanted to get your reaction to what we saw earlier in the aftermath of Kimmi Hate’s match with Hope Dawson, where she tried to rip her tights off to humiliate her. I know you and Hope haven’t been the best of friends lately, but given the reason that match came about as a result of Kimmi’s bullying of her son, I was curious on your thoughts.

She thinks about it for a few seconds shaking her head in disgust.

Freya: No one likes a bully. No one, Robby. I was a bullied as a kid. A lot of us were. So seeing Kimmi, who no one likes because she’s a bitch, bully a teenager like that was just, it pissed me off. Then to see her try to strip down a woman I once called my best friend before her crap bubbled up to the surface the way it did, not a huge fan of it. I don’t like Hope, not in the least, but she’s miles more tolerable than Kimmi.

Robby: That brings me to number two! On the next Velocity in Cardiff, Wales, you have been booked to face the woman you’ve been wanting a crack at for some time. It will be you and Hope Dawson one on one at Velocity.

This brings a smile to Freya’s face.

Freya: This is great news. Great news indeed. The people in Wales get to see me get something I’ve wanted for months now. I’m sure Hope will be looking forward to it herself. I might not be a bully but I’m going to beat down Hope. Why? Because she needs to learn that all her stunts and sudden life decisions at the drop of a dime aren’t acceptable. Oh and this isn’t about that either, I’m fine with her sexual preference, just she went about this whole thing wrong, you know?

Robby: Of course. And last but not least, you’re about to go one on one with Kaylee Clarke. Now I’m sure you heard what she had to say about you in her promo for this very match. Any final thoughts before you go out to the ring and meet Matt Stone’s protege?

Freya: Final thoughts huh? Honestly, Robby, the time for talking about this is over. Like I said before it’s not about me or her, Stone has made it about him. This is HIS revenge. Kaylee is a pawn in his game against me. It’s not right. Maybe if I beat her tonight she’ll realize she’s hanging with the wrong crowd and come to her senses. I wish her luck tonight despite everything she’s gone against. Said it wouldn’t be personal and made it such. So, tonight, this wife of a chef is going to knee her in the face like I did her mentor.

Robby: Let’s send it back to the ring. Freya and Kaylee is coming up next!

And that’s where the show goes next, of course!




The opening of "All Rise” by Wovenwar begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. When the vocals begin strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya Kane on a single knee. Freya looks out at the crowd before popping up to her feet letting out a loud primal war scream.

Cory: Introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 117 lbs… Freya Kane!!!

Freya begins her trek to the ring. Freya takes a walk around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once in she heads to the closest turnbuckle and goes to the top rope before throwing her arms out into the air as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and backs into said corner ready for her match to get underway.

Mark: And here we are for Freya Kane taking on Kaylee Clarke. This is one match that I have been looking forward too It’s a known fact that Matt Stone, and Freya Kane do not get along.

Erica: From drama that goes way back to SVW, tonight Stone will hope to get one up over Stone as his protege takes on Freya.

Mark: Freya is going to be like a bat out of hell, and I guarantee that she will be doing everything in her power to try to gain one up on Matt, or at least beat Kaylee to shut him up.

The lights cut out entirely in the arena as the opening chords of “Paint it Black” are heard and the crowd turns their attention to the top of the ramp.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

With the arena still blackened, a spotlight comes in on the top as we see Kaylee Clarke walk out wearing her trademark black hoodie closely followed by the Abominable Showman, Matt Stone. His appearance, above all else garners a round of boos, however Kaylee seems unphased by the reaction, walking straight down to the ring, the spotlight following her movement perfectly.

Cory: Introducing first/And her opponent, making her way to the ring, being accompanied by the Abominable Showman, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada, she weighs in at fifty-four kilograms….The Black Knight, Kaylee Clarke!

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

Kaylee walks up the steps and the house lights all come back on now as she ducks under the middle rope, walking around the ring to get a feel for the environment. She finds a corner she likes and slumps down, sitting on the bottom turnbuckle communicating with Stone from the outside as her music slowly fades out. Matt grins as he pulls out a megaphone and speaks into it.

Matt: Ladies and gentlemen Freya Kane is a loser!!!

The crowd begins to boo as Freya stares out the ring glaring daggers at him. Melinda Davis calls for the bell as it sounds loudly signaling the beginning to the match. The match starts up with Kaylee making her way over to the unsuspecting Freya. She quickly sneaks up behind Freya as she scoops her up for the pin fall. She holds onto the tights, as Melinda doesn’t notice it only seeing the pin fall dropping down to make a count.

ONEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOO


Freya however manages to roll out of the attempt as she rises back up to her feet. She stares at Kaylee angrily as she walks over to her and begins to deliver some low kicks at her shin. Kaylee screams as Freya is ruthless with each strike, and Freya follows up by delivering a roundhouse kick that catches Kaylee in the head. Kaylee grabs at her head in pain as Freya grabs Kaylee tucking her underneath an arm as she nails her with a ddt right into the mat.. Kaylee grabs at her head in pain as Freya doesn’t bother going for a pin fall. She instead walks over to Kaylee lifting her back up to her feet.

Mark: Freya didn’t take too kindly to the way Kaylee tried to sneak that pin at the beginning of the match.

Erica: And now she is making sure Kaylee pays the price for it.

Freya has Kaylee on a vertical base but Kaylee finds a way to wrap her arms around Freya’s waist. She squeezes tightly and without hesitation she flings her over her head with a belly to belly suplex. She quickly drops down on top of Freya hooking a leg for the pin fall.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Freya easily manages to get up, and Kaylee is quick to get back on her feet. Kaylee grabs Freya’s leg as she bridges over her for another pinfall attempt.

ONEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Once again Freya is able to kick out as breaks the pinfall attempt. Kaylee is quick to get onto her feet as Freya is just a second behind her. Freya is finally standing but The Black Knight grabs Freya by the hair as she sends her down to the mat with a snapmare neckbreaker. She brings Freya back up to her feet as she tucks Freya underneath an arm and sends her backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex. She remains bridged as she keeps it applied for a pin.

ONEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOO


Freya is able to kick out of the move as she brings herself back up to her feet,


Mark: Kaylee Clarke is just delivering pinfall after pinfall attempt on Freya.

Erica: This is one way to annoy the Miami girl. Kaylee is showing that she wants to keep things at a high pace.

Freya makes her way back up to her feet as Kaylee grins grabbing Freya by the head again. She offers a chuckle as she goes for her sitout neckbreaker but the moment she tries to go down is the moment that Freya pushes Kaylee away from her. Kaylee backs up a few feet but she runs at Freya going for a quick clothesline which Freya manages to duck underneath with ease. Kaylee turns around and the moment she does she is met with a European uppercut. Kaylee staggers back a few feet and Freya runs at Kaylee as she takes her down with an STO. Kaylee’s body hits the mat as Freya turns Kaylee over hooking the leg for the pin.

ONEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOO

Kaylee is the one to break out of the pin, and Freya rises back up to her feet. The moment she does Matt is right there with the megaphone in his hands as he begins to shout right into it.

Matt: Freya Kane! The most overrated wrestler in wrestling today. Oh look at me I am a Hyper Tiger! I love kittens. GET HER KAYLEE, GET HER!!!!

Erica: Will somebody take that damn megaphone away from him?!

Mark: Be it as it may but this has been a great back and forth match between these two athletes. I can’t even recall how many pinfall attempts we have seen so far tonight.

Freya looks down at Matt but instead she decides to keep her focus on Kaylee who is slowly making her way back up to her feet. Freya drives a kick strike to the back of Kaylee, and the Black Knight can only scream as the pain escapes her lips. Kaylee is finally on a vertical base, and that is when Freya stands behind Kaylee. She launches Kaylee backwards for a tiger suplex but she doesn’t get quite a good grip on Kaylee, as Clark manages to flip out of the move. Clarke is standing behind Freya, and she quickly wraps her arms around Freya’s waist as she slings her backwards with a German Suplex. She remains bridged for the pin fall as Davis drives down to make the count.

ONEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOO


Freya manages to slide out of the pin fall attempt as Kaylee grins not quite done yet. Freya is slow to make it to her feet, and Kaylee goes on the prowl as she grabs Freya’s head tucking her underneath an arm. She signals for a snap ddt.

Matt: THAT’S RIGHT KAYLEE DRIVE HER INTO THE MAT, DRIVE HER INTO THAT MAT!!!!!!!

Freya however fights out of it as she sends a punch to the side of Kaylee. She sends another, after another until she has some leeway. Kaylee refuses to give Freya any breathing room as she rushes herself at Freya but Freya quickly jumps up as she connects with both knees to the face of Kaylee sending her straight down to the mat.

Mark: 12:15. Those knees connected head on with Kaylee’s head.

Erica: Kaylee isn’t moving. Way to shift things in your favour Freya.

Freya breathes heavy as she drops down hooking a leg for the pin fall

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Matt: YOU BETTER KICK OUT, YOU CAN’T LET FREYA OF ALL PEOPLE BEAT YOU!!!!


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Kaylee is able to get a shoulder up as Freya stands up screaming for Kaylee to get up. Kaylee is slow to make it to her feet, and Freya is standing right behind Kaylee. Once Kaylee is standing up Freya grabs her and places her into a pump handle position. She is looking for Cameron’s Love but Kaylee sends a headbutt backwards as her head catches Freya in the nose. Freya breaks the hold as she grabs at her nose in pain. Kayee grins as she turns around and places Freya underneath an arm.

Mark: Kaylee appears to be going for her None Shall Pass suplex.

Erica: After all the suplexes that Freya has taken throughout this match I don’t know if she can take another one.

Kaylee tries to lift Freya up but Freya places a foot in between Kaylee’s leg as she blocks the attempt. Freya sends Kaylee to the mat with a quick snap suplex of her own, and Kaylee reaches for her back in pain. Freya yanks Kaylee up to her feet and she stands behind her as she places her into her cobra clutch triangle choke. She flips over Kaylee sending her to the mat as she keeps her hold applied.

Mark: F.D.D. FREYA’S DEATH DEVICE!!!!!!!!!

Erica: She has that submission locked in tightly and Kaylee needs to find her way to the ropes.

Kaylee begins to search for the ropes but they don’t seem to be anywhere in sight. She is searching everyone but finds herself in the middle of the ring. She thinks about tapping but instead pulls her hand back as Freya continues to apply more, and more pressure.

Mark: Kaylee is searching for the ropes but they are nowhere to be found!

Erica: And look at Freya! She’s locked in a trance.

Kaylee refuses to give in as she yells at Melinda no. Melinda leans in as she sees Kaylee fading away. Kaylee’s resisting seems to slow down a bit as Davis checks Kaylee’s arm. She raises it once, and it falls down to the mat. She raises it again, and it falls down a second time. She raises it one last time and it falls straight to the mat. Melinda calls for the bell as she motions to everyone that Kaylee is out.

DING DING DING!!!!!!!

Mark: KAYLEE IS OUT OF IT!!!

Cory: And the winner of this match as a result of a knockout FREYA KANEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Freya Kane let’s go of Kaylee as Melinda raises Freya’s arm in the air. Matt Stone seems disappointed as she yanks Kaylee out of the ring, as Freya cracks a smile.

Erica: Freya is beaming here, and tonight at Ford Field she walks away with a definitive victory.

Mark: Freya wins here but it should be noted that Kaylee did not quit here. She fought until she had nothing left. Nothing but a great match from both of these women in Detroit.

Freya walks up the ramp slapping the hands of the roaring crowd as we go elsewhere.


When Worlds Collide 3

The words “Recorded Earlier Today…” appear on the video wall as we see Mark Horton standing by somewhere in the backstage area of Ford Field, wearing a t-shirt for his upcoming show, When Worlds Collide 3.

Mark: I want to thank FFW management for giving me time here tonight at Sin & Sacrifice to talk about my year end show that I have done every year since 2011. It started out as New Year’s Retribution and then became When Worlds Collide! And on the weekend of December 27 and 28 in the TD Garden in Boston, it’s time for When Worlds Collide 3! A two night Pay Per View event, where you can order both nights as a package or each night separately! It’s going to be a night of dream matches. You’ll see stars from not only FFW, but also SVW as well as other promotions as well. And all will be very familiar faces. Two of the people who will be on that show are about to join me. 

Wendy Briese and Daniel Pollaski come walking in from the side.  Wendy is already dressed in her ring gear, albeit wearing a light jacket as well.  Pollaski’s dressed in a Minnesota Golden Gopher’s jersey (this does not amuse the Detroit fans), wearing his sheriff’s badge and hat, a rarity for the FFW shows.

Wendy: Hey, Mr. Horton!  I can’t believe you’re giving me the main event on the second night this year.  Against Colleen, no less!

Mark: That’s right. As Wendy mentioned, the second night’s main event will feature Wendy Briese meeting Colleen one on one for the first time ever. They’ve been in battle royals and tag matches and triple threats together, but never one on one. But you’ll see it on Night Two. Wendy, I’m pretty sure this is a match that ranks high on a lot of fans’ dream matches list. And by the time we get to When Worlds Collide 3, it could be another match of FFW Champion vs. SVW Champion. So just like last year, you’ll be representing FFW in the main event of Night Two.

Wendy: Well, I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch on that FFW Champion aspect, although it’s a nice thought.   I’m just hoping I can win this year… I’ve yet to win at WWC!

Mark: Given what happened last year and how it ended in less than favorable means, I’m going to take the pre-emptive measure of barring anyone not involved in the match from being at ringside during it. So that way, we are going to get a clear and decisive victory one way or another when you face Colleen.

Wendy: Well, that’s great.  Last year had some misfortune with Aimee Easter.  Although I’d hope that the idea that any interference on my leads to a painful follow-up match, that seems to never take, so I really appreciate you making sure a match of this calibur goes off without a hitch.

Mark turns his attention to the Sheriff.

Mark: And this man right here will be part of Night One. In the main event of Night One, it’s going to be a cage match between SVW stars Chris Strike and Todd Williams, where the War Machine looks to get his Hall of Fame trophy back if he doesn’t before then. And Dan, you got the unenviable task of taking on Todd’s favorite meat shield that night. You and David Williams will meet one on one that night, and you’ve seen what he can do. I’d argue he may be the most impressive member of the Dynasty, which...isn’t saying much.

Pollaski: HAHAH.  David Williams?  Oh I’m looking forward to it… that fat bitch wasn’t able to keep me from squashing his boss, and he ain’t gonna keep me from squashing him.  I will fucking jump on this bitch like a trampoline until he projectile vomits all over the damn ring!

This brings a bit of a disgusted look on both Mark and Wendy’s face as they hears it.

Mark: Well...that’s a plan, I guess. It’s not often you face people who are bigger than you, both in size and power. But you did get a little time with him earlier in the year when you two collided in the Midas Touch battle royal.

Pollaski: Yeah, and things didn’t quite go the way I’d hoped, thanks to Jugs-For-Brains Samara Steele.  This time though… this time… it’s gonna be different.

Mark: So I’ll give you both the chance to prognosticate a bit. Dan, what do you think of Wendy meeting Colleen? And Wendy, barring any digestive pyrotechnics, how do you feel about Pollaski meeting all 6’8 and 450 lbs of David Williams?

Pollaski: Wendy’s gonna win.  I mean, not to take anything away from Colleen, but Wendy is just better, more focused, and, in all honesty, more capable of getting the job done.   It’ll be a great match, worthy of being the main event of night two, ,but in the end… only Briese stands.

Wendy smiles, blushing slightly at her manager’s compliments.

Wendy: Well, I think that of those in the Williams clan, David’s probably the most capable of winning a match on his own.  And Pollaski’s got his work cut out for him, but I have faith that he’ll do it.

Mark: Thank you both for joining me tonight, and good luck, Wendy, as you face Val here in a little while. Fans, When Worlds Collide 3 will be live on Pay Per View the weekend of December 27 and 28. Go to my WWC website to find out the latest announcements, including matches and maybe more hints at this year’s Moments of Impact.

The video cuts out from there, and we go back to the ring.




We are shown a video of the story surrounding the issues between Mercedes Vargas and Valentina Lozano, including the highlights of Unstoppable when they met and the tag team match with NHB recently. And then we see the graphic for the Social Elite’s explosion before we head back into the arena.

Zack: I’ve been looking forward to this one, I can’t tell you how much! Mercedes Vargas was a member of the Social Elite for hardly a cup of coffee, before she couldn’t take it anymore! Wendy, welcome to the booth and good luck later tonight against Val!

Wendy: Hey Zack!  In all fairness, I’d probably go mental if I had a cup of coffee with the Social Elite too!   But, oh dear, this one’s going to be thick with dislike.  These two women have had enough of each other!

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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. But no one appears as Cory watches the ramp as well as the fans. Vargas’ music continues to play but there is no sign of her.

Zack: Well that’s Mercedes’ music, but….I still haven’t seen her. I know she’s here tonight, I saw her earlier this afternoon.

Wendy: Well, as someone who has recent experience in not making your entrance… it’s by and large generally a BAD thing. 

The music finally dies down as Cory checks with the referee for a moment before he clears his throat and begins.

Cory: Introducing first, she hails from Argentina! Please welcome…..MERCEDES VARGAS!!

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. But no one appears as Cory looks back. Vargas’ music continues to play but there is no sign of her. The fans begin chanting for her as Cory looks a bit mystified.

Zack: Maybe she was tying up her boots or something, but it doesn’t seem like either she’s ready to come out. I’m not sure what’s going on, but apparently we are going to give her a minute and introduce her opponent first.

Wendy: I have this awful feeling that she and her opponent have already been ‘introduced..’

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.

As they reach the ringside area, Valentina walks up the stairs and walks across the edge of the ring, with Isis climbing up to join her. She looks around the arena, not directly seeing the crowd through the darkness, but knows that they’re out there as she sees the consistent flashing lights of the camera and the still boisterous reaction from the crowd.

Then Isis holds the ropes for Valentina as she enters the ring, while Isis easily steps over the ropes soon after. Seconds later, Valentina climbs up to two opposite ringposts and poses to the crowd for a few seconds, seductively gyrating to the music while caressing her body. She’s taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.

After going through her ritual, Valentina jumps down and makes her way towards Isis, whom she has a conversation with waiting for her opponent to arrive, or the match to begin.

Zack: Well there’s Valentina and her bodyguard, Isis. I never understood why a wrestler needs a bodyguard personally, but given how we’ve seen Isis act in the past, I think that’s more a ceremonial title than actual job for her.

Wendy: Well, from my perspective, it is reasonably helpful to have someone who can stop interference if theres any.  But Isis is more concerned with CAUSING than stopping.

Zack: We’re gonna try it one more time. Go ahead, Cory.

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. But no one appears for the third time as Valentina moves towards referee Stephen Wilson and demands a count be started. Isis stands stoic behind her employer as FFW’s newest referee looks back to Cory and then the timekeeper.

Zack: Stephen Wilson is the newest addition to the FFW referee pool after what happened to Nina Powers. And he’s got a bit of a predicament in his first night on the job. Lozano is demanding he count Vargas out.

Wendy: I’ve been on the Boston docks at low tide, and the smell in here is WAY more fishy.

With the fans chanting for the Argentine Assassin, they don’t get her as one half of NHB makes her way towards the ring, that being Jem Michaels. The redhead hops up on the apron as Valentina asks her what she’s doing here before the referee talks to her first. She points to the back, though the camera isn’t picking up what they are saying to each other.

Zack: That’s Jem Michaels, one half of No Holding Back, who have been an advocate for Mercedes Vargas ever since they competed against her and Valentina in a sham of a tag match, thanks to Valentina. I wish I could read lips.

Wendy: I think we’re about to find out, and I think it’s going to be a bad situation.

The video wall comes to life as we see the other half of NHB yelling out for some assistance as she raises through the backstage corridors of Ford Field. A cameraman is in hot pursuit as well as a couple trainers who hear her and follow along behind her. The camera follows along still before they round the corner into a dressing room, where Angela drops down to one knee and shows them Mercedes Vargas face down in a pool of her own blood. The trainers immediately rush around her as Angela backs up for them.

Wendy: Oh no… that’s worse than I was imagining it.  Valentina Lozano is a sick human being.

The trainers begin trying to attend to the fallen wrestler as the referee looks back to Valentina. The rich bitch shrugs her shoulders and demands a countout victory. Wilson asks her if she had anything to do with this, but Lozano shakes her head until the referee notices a small bit of blood on Isis’ face, but no cut there.

Zack: Lozano says she has nothing to do with that, but….Isis’ face….where’d that blood come from?! Why am I asking? I know where it came from!

Wendy: This is disgusting, and it’s reasons like this that wrestlers who cheap shot their opponents like this should be tossed out on their ear!

The fans boo very loudly at this point as Wilson waves it off, shaking his head as he tells Cory something.

Cory: Due to the condition of Mercedes Vargas, the referee has ordered this match a no contest!

Valentina is none too happy about that as she demands a count on her opponent. Isis instead does it for her, beginning a ten count that clearly counts for nothing before she leaves the ring.

Wendy: Well, yet again Valentina’s proved hoisted on her petard.  She was going for an easy win, and she gets a no-contest- which almost certainly means that once Mercedes is healthy, she’s going to have more than she could chew!

Valentina watched her employee head to the timekeeper’s table and ring the bell before Lozano raised her own hand in victory. The fans only get louder as Valentina climbs the turnbuckle, raising her hands in victory.

Zack: This match officially never happened, fans. Isis can ring the bell all she wants. Lozano has won nothing here tonight at Sin & Sacrifice!

Wendy: Although let’s not forget that Mercedes IS seriously hurt, so before comeuppance happens, she does need to recover, which thoughts and prayers that it’s a quick one!

The brunette climbed back down and shoved Jem off the apron, causing the redhead to roll in the ring and tell the referee she’ll fight Valentina herself tonight, which brings a pop from the fans.

Wendy: Wait a sec!  Jem feeling a bit froggy, and she’s about to jump on Valentina after that cheap shot!

Zack: If Valentina wants to win a match so bad, well here you go!

Wilson looks like he’s about to call for the bell to start the match before Lozano grabs his hand, shaking her head. She tells him that she came to fight Mercedes Vargas and this match isn’t that. Jem asks the fans if they want to see it, to which she gets a pop from the crowd. Lozano rolls her eyes and rolls out of the ring after that. She shakes her head up at Jem, waving to her.

Zack: Shock and awe, it doesn’t look like Valentina is interested in having a match after all, at least not with someone who is ready to compete.

Wendy: Valentina didn’t come for a match at all!  She came here for a jumping and mission accomplished!

Jem watches her as she backs up the aisle, waving at her and causing her not to notice Isis sliding into the ring behind her. She pointed behind the tag team wrestler, and as Jem turned, Isis mowed her down with short arm clothesline. The statuesque woman shook her head before she scooped Jem up, and rammed her shoulder first into the turnbuckle! The boos only got louder still as Valentina gave her the sign, and Isis nodded her head as she dragged Jem back up to her feet.

Wendy: Oh for God’s sakes!  The utter cowardice on display here!   This is mortifying!

Jem threw a few punches at her midsection, but Isis buried a knee into her abdomen and hooked her head between her legs. And with one heave, Isis hoisted Jem up onto her shoulders and powerbombed her over the top rope to the floor at ringside. Jem hit like a sack of bricks as Isis stepped out of the ring over her and rejoined Valentina, raising her hand again in victory.

Zack: From the ring to the floor….we’re going to need more medics at this rate!

Wendy: Absolutely disgusting display tonight, Zack!  I’m nauseous just looking at what these dumb arrogant COWS have done.

Valentina doubled back, pressing her foot against Jem’s face for a moment with a smile as the video wall showed Angela taking off out of the locker room towards the arena. The pair immediately headed out as medical staff came to check on Jem.

Zack: Valentina...and Isis have done more than enough damage here tonight! They took out Vargas sometime earlier, and now Isis did the heavy lifting on Jem...just so Valentina could put her foot in her mouth!

Wendy: What goes around comes around, Zack!  And Valentina’s going to remember- SHE is the only member of the Social Elite remaining!  Isis isn’t on the roster!  So Valentina’s DIGGING herself into a three on one!

As the trainers helped Jem to her feet and held her up as her partner emerged from the back, the show cuts to a commercial for Anarchy.


Momentum – Some Got It, Some Don’t

The show heads elsewhere, and we find Carson Black alongside his very familiar client in the form of Kasey Summers, known to the wrestling world as Summer. They both stand in front of the Sin & Sacrifice set backstage.

Carson: Tonight, three women will be contending to be the FFW Evolution Champion. Of course, I am referring to Aimee Easter, Madelyne McTaggert, and the reigning champion Samara. While I personally am hoping to see a championship retention in that match, the odds are admittedly stacked against Samara, to say the least. You have the woman who beat her just before she won the title in Miss Easter, and then there’s…..Miss McTaggert. And honestly, the less said about her, the better. But after confirming it with the owner of FFW, I am quite enthusiastic about the fact that whoever is Evolution Champion will meet my client, Kasey Summers, at Anarchy.

The camera pans in slightly on a close-up just in time to catch the sheer excitement on the face of Summer.

Kasey: OHEMGEE! That’s amazeballs! Seriously! IS IT GOING TO BE ONE-ON-ONE AGAINST WHOEVER WINS TONIGHT?!

Carson nods in agreement.

Carson: It will be just that. Whoever is the Evolution Champion at Anarchy will now face you as the mandatory number one contender to the Evolution Championship. For those of you who may not recall, Summer here defeated Madelyne McTaggert, who did seemingly the impossible when she upset Eileen Amaro. And while I will go ahead and call that win by Miss McTaggert the biggest fluke in years in FFW, I am confident that Summer will meet either Samara or Aimee at Anarchy.

Kasey: And for serious, not taking anything away from Aimee because she’s pretty great… but facing Samara? That would be…

She stops, staring wide-eyed.

Kasey: Pretty much the biggest match of my career in like… EVER?!

Carson: Personally I’d look forward to that match of the two. But we can’t look ahead just yet. You see, you will be back in action on the very next edition of Velocity in Cardiff, Wales. And from what I am told, if you thought McTaggert was obnoxious when you faced her….

Carson’s face shows quite a bit of irritation.

Carson: I’ve been informed that you will be facing….”The Pride of Canada” Mileena Savage at Velocity.

Summer frowns.

Kasey: Wait, she still works here? I mean… I guess I kinda just assumed she got fired since I haven’t seen her do much of anything in eons!

Carson: Her biggest claim to fame of late was losing via countout to Crystal Hilton a few weeks ago, and beyond that, a somewhat flawed tag team with the least admired Whitmore sister. In the meantime, she just tends to curse….frequently.

Kasey: Oh well. I guess you can build a career around that. I mean, my kinda-sorta adopted uncle Jackson did, after all. But then, I guess he kinda had skill and charisma to back it up so the swearing wasn’t really that big of a detriment. Are we allowed to swear on Pay-Per-View? I thought there was that whole FCC regulation thing that prevented that?

Carson: No, it’s fine here. Either way, I would advise Miss Savage to keep in mind that at Velocity, she’s facing someone who has something she does not. And that would be any kind of momentum. And Kasey here has come too far to allow a Canadian supremacist to slow her down as she awaits her opponent come Anarchy. I’m sure you’d agree with that.

He said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Kasey: Absolutely! I’ve finally gotten my groove back! I’m not about to let some foul-mouthed nobody take it away from me!

That brings a smile to the agent’s face before we cut back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

The show heads back into the arena before we see on the video wall what match is coming up next. This creates something of a buzz in the crowd.

Mark: There are few things in life that will turn women against one another than a man, I’ve come to pass. Tends to work both ways, but this match we are about to see….it has very personal overtones, folks!

Mai: Just because Mel can’t hold onto someone as intelligent and handsome as Andy Marx, why is that Ignis’ problem?

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.

Cory: Introducing first! From Llanfair PG, Wales, weighing 124 lbs... accompanied to the ring by Andrew Marx, she is the self-proclaimed WRESTLING GOD.... IGNIS!!!

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..

Mark: There you see the self professed wrestling God with the number one member of her fan club, her husband, Andy. Fair to note, also the only member of that club!

Mai: Not true, I have a membership in it as well. Ignis is like a force of nature in the ring, so good they won’t even let her in the arena when she’s not booked. Pure fear, Mark.

The crunching, less polished riffs of “Capricorn” blast through the speakers, bathing the arena in yellow, green and white lights. After several seconds, Melanie Avilo appears on the stage to a pop from the crowd. She stands on the spot and spins in a circle, setting off an array of blue fireworks.

Cory: And making her way to the ring, she hails from Rio De Janeiro, by way of Craigleith, Edinburgh, weighing one-hundred and forty-three pounds, MELANIE AVILO!!

Melanie begins her walk towards the ring, in the middle of the ramp. She proceeds to climb onto the apron and bounce over the ropes, landing perfectly on her feet. She heads to her corner, climbs the turnbuckles and raises her hands  with a yell to the crowd before hopping down and waiting for what comes next.

Mark: The Season Five Champion of Future Shock, Mel has a very personal issue in this match and it’s standing right in her opponent’s corner!

Mai: She’s just jealous, Mark. That’s all it is. Women are all jealous of Ignis. Though I do like that M cutout on her ass, I need a quarter.

Referee Stephen Wilson calls for the bell to start the match as Andy climbs up onto the apron. Ignis holds up her finger towards Mel in the corner before she turns and shares a lurid kiss with her husband, letting it linger as well with a growing smile on her face. Mel starts towards her again, and Ignis holds up her finger again. This time, she turns to kiss him again but Mel is tired of waiting before she spins her around and begins to unload with piston-like right hands to the head and body. She shoves Marx off the apron and whips Ignis across for the ride. The Firebird rebounds as Mel catches her with a running elbow strike to the side of her head that rocks the redhead backwards. Avilo snaps her arms around Ignis’ waist and lobs her with an overhead belly to belly suplex! The fans respond very well, and as Ignis starts to get back up, Mel runs her down with a massive lariat that flips her inside out!

Mark: Mel had enough of the makeout session, and Avilo has exploded to start this match! Ignis literally flipped inside out off that lariat from the Season Five Champion!

Mai: Why can’t a woman kiss her husband?! What is this world coming to! Wives kiss their husbands all the time, why is it a crime when Ignis does it?

Mel waved Ignis to get back up, and as the redhead did so, Avilo took off and delivered a knee to her head in midair. Ignis staggered backwards, only for Mel to catch her again and drive her back down with a t-bone suplex! The Brazilian beauty bounced off the near side and delivered a baseball slide that sent Ignis rolling out of the ring to the floor.

Mark: I don’t remember the last time I have seen Mel Avilo this fired up before, and Ignis is down here at ringside! It’s been all Mel from the bell!

Mai: Of course, after a series of cheap shots when the woman wasn’t ready. Ignis will regroup and come back from this and…..or she’ll leave.

Andy helped his wife to her feet as she waved off the match, heading towards the ramp with her husband in tow. Inside the ring, Wilson was counting her down as Andy escorted her up the ramp. Mel interrupted the count, rolling out of the ring and taking off up the ramp after her. She came up behind Ignis, spinning her around and pelting her with right hands to the head. A scoop into a sidewalk slam on the ramp caused Ignis to shout in pain before Mel pulled her up by the head, and began to take her back to the ring. As they got back close to the ring, Ignis caught her with a kidney punch to her lower back that froze her in her tracks. She bounced her head off the apron before she swept her legs out from under her. The Firebird glanced behind her, aiming and catapulting Mel shoulder first into the ring post! Avilo’s shoulder hit hard as Ignis grabbed her arm and wrapped it around the post, and then began to pulling against it, as though she were trying to pull Mel through the post.

Mai: That’s our Ignis! Mel was too absorbed in getting the match back in the ring, and Ignis outsmarted her right there! Mel needs to quit hugging ringposts though!

Mark: Ignis is doing significant damage to that arm, and I want to know where the referee is at! He should be stopping this! Oh of course, Marx!

Andy was up on the apron in the opposite corner, arguing with Wilson. Meanwhile on the other side, Ignis pinned Mel’s arm behind her back and rammed her into the ring post with it. She then began trying to pull up the mat around ringside to expose the hard surface underneath. Ignis glanced to see Andy was keeping the referee’s attention, and whipped Mel into the steps. Avilo rammed chest first before Ignis grabbed her from behind and delivered a reverse DDT on the exposed surface! The fans in the stadium were none too happy as she pulled Mel up, shoving her into the ring. She slid in after her and hooked her leg for a cover. Marx hopped down off the apron next as the referee turned back and fell into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mel got her shoulder up in time before the three as Ignis rolled her over, locking in a Fujiwara armbar on the already injured arm of the brunette.

Mai: I’m impressed Mel didn’t get knocked unconscious hitting the ground out here at Ford Field, Mark.

Mark: So am I, but it doesn’t surprise me. Mel’s got a lot of heart, she came back from a broken leg, and she’s not going to let Ignis have the satisfaction of winning that easily.

Ignis cranked on the pressure, jacking Mel’s arm up a bit higher as she pushed up from her feet to increase the torque. Mel’s face was in obvious pain as the Wrestling God screamed at her to quit. Mel wasn’t having it though, as she reached over with her free arm and tried to grab the bottom rope. The Firebird continued to add pressure, causing Mel to shout in pain before she finally wrapped her fingers around the bottom rope. Wilson immediately called for the break as Ignis rolled to her feet, thrusting her hand into the air in victory.

Mark: Mel made it to the bottom rope to break the armbar, but Ignis thinks she’s already won the match!

Mel: When you are a submission expert like Ignis, you always think you won when you have locked in a hold like that! Mel just got lucky that she was close enough to do that.

Wilson jerked her arm down, telling her she hadn’t won anything. Ignis argued with him over this fact as Mel started to get back up. The sold out crowd began stomping their feet as they rallied Avilo on. She rose back up, favoring her arm and spinning Ignis around to deliver a pair of left hand shots to her head. The crowd responded well to each blow before she whipped Ignis across, who rebounded and found herself flattened with a spinebuster! Avilo shouted in pain as she clutched her arm after the impact!

Mark: Big time spinebuster on the so-called Wrestling God! But Avilo’s arm is damaged goods, and she’s gotta find a way to close the show on this match with as little impact as possible!

Mel: Good luck with that, she fancies herself a powerhouse. Well there’s not a lot of power left in that ripe and juicy house, now is there? Why do I still not have a quarter to bounce off that ass?

Mel climbed back to her feet, pulling Ignis up and over her shoulder. She took off from the corner and delivered a running powerslam that drove Ignis into the mat. She sat up on her knees for a moment, still favoring her arm before she jerked her back up and locked in a bearhug. Avilo clasped her hands behind her back, arching away and lifting Ignis off her feet as she squeezed her lower back. The Firebird was quite vocal about the pain as the referee asked her if she wanted to give up. Ignis shook her head no, pulling her hand back to poke Mel in the eyes. But the referee grabbed her hand to stop her.

Mai: Who the hell does this new referee think he is?! That’s biased officiating!

Mark: I agree, and I like it when someone’s about to poke someone in the eyes!

Ignis jerked her hand away finally as Mel continued to squeeze on her lower back. The redhead’s face showed nothing but pain before she raised an elbow and caught Mel on the nose with it. Avilo dropped her and held her face for a moment. Ignis dropped her to knees, holding her lower back. Avilo responded with a shining wizard to the back of her head! The fans roared at that as Ignis fell over onto the mat. Mel dropped down to make the cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The Wrestling God’s arm popped up before the three.

Mark: Ignis with a big elbow right to the nose, and it might have broken the bearhug. But it didn’t stop Avilo from damn near kicking her head over here ringside! What a shot!

Mai: Why didn’t the referee try to stop her then since he’s obviously such a big fan of Mel Avilo?!

Mark: Because an elbow isn’t illegal.

Mai: Semantics.

Mel pulled Ignis back to her feet, firing a few shots with her good arm into her back. She then tried to hoist her up into a backbreaker, but Ignis fought out of it with more elbows to the head. She dropped her back to the mat as Ignis dropped her with a facebuster. She rolled away from her, still favoring her lower back before she took off towards the ropes, using Rolling Thunder to land on top of Mel! She reached across to hook her leg.

Mark: A Flame Wheel into a cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mel got her shoulder up before the three as Ignis pounded the mat, yelling at the referee for a slow count.

Mai: Ignis is totally right, that was a slow count! This new referee is incompetent...or just too big of a fan of Avilo!

Ignis got back to her feet, pulling Mel up. But Avilo began to fire rights into her stomach, stunning her for a moment. The brunette got to her feet and hooked Ignis’ head under her arm, giving the sign for her version of the Northern Light Suplex!

Mark: Avilo loves this suplex, and she’s about to put Ignis out with it!

Mel snapped off the move perfectly into a Perfect-plex as she bridged up into a pin attempt. Wilson dove into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The fans came to their feet as Mel sat up on her knees, clutching her right arm as the referee raised the left.

Mark: And that’s how you play hurt, that’s how you suffer through the pain and still come out on top!

Mai: Blah blah blah, where is my quarter to bounce, goddamnit!

Cory: The winner of the match…..MEL AVILO!!!!!

Avilo got back to her feet, raising her good arm with a smile as she listened to the reaction of the crowd in the stadium.

Mark: Good job, Mel! That’s how you get it done!

From there, we cut backstage.


A Break From Bitches

The cameras follow Carson Black as he wanders the hallways in Ford Field before he finds the locker room he is looking for, giving a knock and going in after he hears it’s alright. Inside, he (and the camera) find Misty Whitmore cooling down after her earlier match with Nevaeh Summers. Carson takes a seat beside her.

Carson: You were great out there tonight, and while I know it wasn’t a total success, I was proud of you. Nevaeh is a tough opponent, no doubt about it. So far, Kelly seems to be the only one who has the key. But you showed a lot of heart, and I have some good news for you.

Misty took a sigh and ran a hand through her hair, clearly extremely frustrated but doing her best to keep her temperament in check.

Misty: Yeah well, Kelly’s become a juggernaut these days. Felt it first hand more than once. It was a good match for the fans at least, could’ve been worse.

The young woman looked to her agent, clearly exhausted but still hopeful of his news.

Misty: What’s the good news?

Carson: Well I think you’ve had enough time in the ring with people who are going to try to take shortcuts and cheap shots. So I was talking with the owner, and I asked if you could have a match or two with some talent who you can respect. How’s that sound?

Misty: That’d be a nice change, but who? I mean, not that I’m not appreciative but there are a LOT of people looking to take the easy way out these days.

Carson gave her a pat on the hand.

Carson: Someone I’m sure you can respect. At the next Breaking Point, it’s something of a fans’ dream match when you are scheduled to meet Jennifer Williams one on one. I don’t think Jenny is going to want to take the easy route, do you?

Misty couldn’t help but grin at that.

Misty: One of Nicole’s best friends in this business, a high flyer and someone who always goes all out without taking shortcuts. Yeah, I can see why the fans would dig this. That’s awesome Carson, thank you.

Carson: You’re welcome. I think you’ve more than earned a fair match without having to worry about people on the outside or others trying to break you.

He gave her a little hug with a smile.

Carson: I’ll let you get showered, and when you get done, come find me. I got a sponsorship opportunity for you to look over.

Another brief hug followed that before we cut back to the ring.




As the crowd settles we can see Mark Horton sitting next to someone new, Sylvia Crowley spinning around in the color commentator’s chair.

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen it looks like I have a guest to help call this upcoming Ultraviolence Championship match, a woman who has no love loss for Kate Steele and likely a lot in common with Destiny Campbell. This is Sylvia Crowley, thank you for joining me.

Sylvia: WHEEEE!!!!!!!

Mark: With your Pick Your Poison match opportunity I’m sure you’re keeping an eye on a lot of the competition, this match being high on your priorities I imagine.

Sylvia: I like fire, and blood, and...hehehehehe

Mark: Right...well here we go.

All the lights go off, and the chilling, piercing sound of the wind is heard. As "O Death (Rock Me Asleep)" hits the sound system, Destiny appears on the top of the entrance aisle and looks around, showing no emotions other than sadism, as a single faint spotlight focuses on her. She comes with her head low, letting her hair cover her face, and walks her way to the ring showing absolutely no interest in the audience's reaction to her presence. As she reaches the ring apron, she slowly crawls into the square, and does her preparation ritual - she takes off her gloves and her hoodie, and opens her arms wide, looking to the sky as if she were talking to the heavens. she then looks at the crowd and/or her opponent, still with arms wide open in the cross sign, and then puts herself in battle animation.

Cory: Entering first, from beyond....this is DESTINY CAMPBELL!!!!

Mark: That is one unstable lady....no offense.

Sylvia: Everyone thinks I’ll just bite them for saying something. Sometimes I’ll bite for NOT saying something.  Destiny is dangerous, she beat Buchanan when everyone thought she could not. Restrained by rules she is like a dog with a muzzle, tonight she is off her chain and Kate Steele may as well be wearing steak from her throat.
 
“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. She has a guitar in her hand but she doesn’t even bother to strum at it. She shows absolutely no emotion before she decides to hand her guitar to her husband Todd Warren who escorts her. She walks down to the ring locked in a trance as fans eagerly stretch out their arms to get the redhead to slap their hands. However what they get in return is nothing. No screaming, no reaction, just Kate simply walking to the ring. Todd smiles as he takes her place and tries to slap their hands but the fans pull back as they give him dirty looks.

Cory: And her opponent, the FFW Ultraviolence Champion...this is KATE STEELE!!!!
 
She finally makes her way to the ring and once she get’s there she quickly slides into the ring. The fans roar with Steele chants but she just bounces around for a bit not acknowledging them as her mind is focus on the match itself.  Todd is clapping for his wife but stops as the ref tells him to leave. Todd argues but the ref isn’t budging and before the match even begins Todd is made to walk up the ramp.

Sylvia: Bye bye!

Mark: Looks like the referee wants this one on one, no distractions.

Sylvia: OOH SHINY!

Mark: Well...none match-wise at least.

Kate watches as her belt is handed off and taken from the ring before the bell rings. Kate’s eyes locked onto Destiny who had left the ring. Destiny was talking to...herself, or someone nobody else could see as she began to pull items out from under the ring. A kendo stick, a water bottle, a couple chairs, a cloth bag and a couple tables (one of which had light tubes taped across it.  Destiny throws the chairs and the bag into the ring. Kate scowled and slid out of the ring to charge Destiny from behind, slamming forearms into the brunette again and again, stopping the unstable wrestler from using any of the weapons she had snagged.  Destiny takes a stumble back into the ring apron as Kate slams her with a hard back elbow, then a kick to the gut and bounces her head off the side of the ring for emphasis.

Mark: Kate may not have said much about Destiny, but she sure isn’t taking the woman lightly.

Sylvia: I’m surprised, normally the Warrens and those married to them end up mindless oafs. though the night is young.

Kate whips Destiny’s back into the steps forcing a cry from the unstable brunette and leaving her leaning against it. Kate runs in fast and Destiny drops to the ground, tripping Kate with a drop toe hold and sending her face-first into the steel steps! Kate falls holding her head and Destiny rises with a little smirk. She pulls out a small chain from her pocket and wraps it around Kate’s throat, literally strangling the champion. She pulls Kate up to her feet and rolls into the ring, dragging Kate in by the throat with the chain wrapped tight. Kate’s face is very red as she’s forced to her feet only to be driven headfirst into the mat with a massive DDT. Destiny goes for a pin.

ONE!

KICKOUT!!!

Mark: No rules means that chain is as legal as a hammerlock! And Destiny is playing it smart here, whether intentional or not. She’s choking the life out of the champ.

Sylvia: She knows what she’s doing. Kate is fast, but you can’t be fast without air. Then again you cannot do much without air. CHOKE HER!

Kate coughs and sputters as she kicks out, rolling to all fours only for Destiny to yank her back up once again. And then drops her head first a second time.

ONE!

KICKOUT!!!

Destiny growls pulling up the groggy champ to do it one more time but with a scream of effort Kate shoves forward. Charging into the corner and spearing Destiny, Kate begins slamming her shoulder into her opponent’s ribs again and again. After five shoulder thrusts Destiny releases the chain and Kate thanks her with a headbutt before rolling out of the ring, tossing the chain aside.

Sylvia: There we go, I thought she was just going to give up. Yes fight, fight, FIGHT!!! Heehee

Mark: Kate’s Ultraviolence Champion not by luck, Sylvia. She’s a fighter through and through.

Destiny grabs the chair she threw into the ring and got out to the apron, Kate is shaking out the cobwebs, holding onto the railing as the brunette jumps off the apron and cracks her across the back with the chair. Kate drops to her knees with a scream of pain and Destiny grins ear to ear. Dropping the chair Destiny kicks Kate in the back a few times before pulling her up. Destiny whips Kate at the railing only for her to reverse and change directions sending the challenger right into the ring post!

Mark: Smart counter from the champ! Destiny’s shoulder hit that post hard!

Sylvia: Still no blood...but I did hear the impact of Destiny and the pole from here!

Destiny didn’t fall over but shook out her and and was stunned long enough for Kate to throw the kendo stick into the ring, set up a regular table outside and roll into the ring.  Destiny rubs her forehead and seems to be happy about something before she climbs onto the apron only for Kate to run in with a dropkick that sends Destiny off and into the railing! Folded over the barricade, groaning as she tried to get wind back in her lungs Destiny forced herself from it, wheezing and coughing. Kate picks up the remaining chair and waits, eyes transfixed on Destiny.  Just as her opponent turned to try and get into the ring Kate rushed the ropes for a baseball slide, using the chair for added effect and sending her opponent toppling into a heap!

Sylvia: Oooh...I liked that.

With Destiny down Kate drops the chair and slides out of the ring. She lays the boots into her opponent, Destiny seated against the railing. Boot after boot driven into her body and head as Kate refuses to stop, and with no rules she doesn’t have to.  After a long series of stomps Kate pulls Destiny up by the hair, grabs one arm and slams it hard over the barricade forcing a cry of pain from the dangerous opponent. Destiny staggers holding her arm and Kate doesn’t let up, kicking her opponent in the arm, then grabbing it again only to drive her elbow into Destiny’s shoulder several times, only stopping when she’s shoved away.

Mark: Kate’s focusing on that arm, a smart move from the champ. With all her high flying and hardcore wrestling people forget Kate is a pretty skilled technical wrestler too. She knows where to hit.

Sylvia: Smart, instinctive action. Who can say. All I know is less chatty more smashy!

Destiny goes to crawl onto the apron, Kate is fast to follow. Hopping up on the apron she stops Destiny from getting into the ring, hooks her head and DDT’s the woman onto the apron! Destiny goes limp as her head’s driven into the side of the ring. Kate smirks as she rolls Destiny’s motionless form into the ring and climbs back up bouncing and flying off the top rope for a springboard leg drop, going for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Destiny goes to roll away but Kate grabs her arm, forcing Destiny down onto her stomach and yanking the arm up for a Fujiwara Armbar! Destiny howls as her arm his hyperextended in the middle of the ring. Kicking furiously Destiny refuses to stop struggling, screaming obscenities at the ref when asked if she submits. Reaching back she manages to grab at Kate’s hair, yanking but finding herself unable to get free.

Mark: Destiny got the shoulder up after that horrendous DDT, but Kate just turned the kickout into her advantage! Destiny has nowhere to go and there’s no rope breaks!

Sylvia: She’s loud..heheh...and you are right, if she cannot get free she’s done. But rules have nothing to do with this anymore, and she’s very crafty.

Destiny releases Kate’s hair and gets her hand on the champion’s face, nails raking across her skin! Kate screams and is forced to let go and has both hands over her eyes. Destiny rolls away and to the corner, clutching her shoulder tight as Kate is seemingly blinding from a rake to the eyes. Destiny is up in the corner, while Kate is using the ropes for balance. She stalks the champ, grabbing the kendo stick Kate threw into the ring and creeping up behind Kate. With a smirk the kendo stick is whipped up with a loud THWACK! between Kate’s legs! The champ’s eyes cross with a howl as she staggers away holder ‘herself’. Destiny, with one hand, lifts the stick and sends it across Kate’s back twice, forcing her to her knees.

Sylvia: This is what we came to see!

Mark: Destiny is just laying into Kate with that Kendo stick, but she’s still favoring her arm. Destiny’s a tough combatant, but how effective can one truly be with only one arm to use?

Sylvia: I beat Kimmi Hate with both arms behind my back most of the match...

Mark: Point taken.

Kate crawls to the ropes, up to her hands and knees holding the middle rope when she gets another shot across the back and leaving her draped across the rope. Destiny steps out of the ring, stick still in hand and winds up, wailing Kate right across the forehead with the kendo stick. The way she was hanging over the middle rope leaving her wide open. Kate falls back holding her face, we can see blood trickling from a cut on her forehead.

Sylvia: And she said “LET THERE BE BLOOD’!

Destiny slides back into the ring and goes for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

TH-KICKOUT!!!

Kate’s shoulder was up just in time. Destiny just smiled, looking over at nothing in particular and saying something before wailing Kate in the face with a few right hands. The challengers stands up and walks over to the bag, dumping the contents into the middle of the ring.

Mark: ....thumbtacks, of course.

Sylvia: I’m all tingly!

Mark: You can keep that to yourself....

Destiny walks over to Kate, shaking out her arm and pulling the groggy champion to her feet. A knee to the gut doubles Kate over and with two handfuls of hair she simply whips Kate over onto her back with a hard mat slam, the Champion screaming in agony as her back lands flush on that stack of thumbtacks!  Kate rolls around in pain, tacks sticking through the back of her wrestling. Destiny doesn’t give her a second, as Kate’s onto her knees she’s greeted with a boot to the skull. But Destiny doesn’t go for a cover, instead she picks up the chair Kate left in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle with a nasty grin.

Mark: What’s she got planned here? Kate’s a proverbial pin cushion and she’s got a nasty look in her eyes.

Sylvia: Chair in hand and tacks in flesh, Destiny wants not just to win but to hurt Warren. I can respect that.

Destiny takes a moment to get balance, as she’s not a high flyer and once steady lifts the chair...and falls awkwardly on the turnbuckle as Kate manages to somehow get enough strength in her to shake the ropes. Stunned and holding herself Destiny drops the chair. Kate comes in, walking with obvious pain to drill her opponent with a series of right hands to keep her stunned before grabbing the chair and blasting Destiny upside the head! The challenger teeters on the turnbuckle but stays on, Kate doesn’t seem to mind as she wails the brunette a second and third time! That third shot enough to knock her off and out of the ring through the table Kate set up earlier! Destiny’s body crumpling with a loud CRUNCH! As the crowd is going crazy.

Mark: Dear god she fell through that table! Three chair shots and a near fifteen foot drop!

Sylvia: Nothing like the sound of steel on skull isn’t there.

Kate drops to her hands and knees, a small stream of blood running down from a cut on her forehead as she tries to get her composure again. The crowd chanting loud “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Slowly the champ slips out of the ring, her back in serious pain from those thumbtacks as she stalks Destiny, who has yet to even move. Seeing her opponent down for the moment Kate lifts the other table, the one covered in light tubes and slides it into the ring. Then she glances to Destiny who was finally starting to rise, barely able to stand and holding the barricade. Kate takes a breath and gets up onto the apron. She lets out a scream and runs as fast as possible, diving double knee strike that drills Destiny’s whole body into the railing and actually dislodges it! Both women go toppling into the crowd, Destiny once again motionless as Kate pants heavily.

Mark: Holy crap! Kate used her own body like a missile and drove right through Destiny and that barricade!

Sylvia: See, THIS is why I wanted to be here.

Very slowly Kate starts moving first, crawling out from the fans to gradually make her way back into the ring. Destiny is slowly starting to stir, letting out a groan of pain. Once in the ring Kate starts setting up the table with light tubes taped to it. Destiny has crawled ringside by the time Kate has it up, taking a drink of water from the bottle and shaking her head to try and get her wits about her. Kate turns just as Destiny crawls into the ring and is a lightning bolt of action. Before Destiny can even stand she’s pelted with a series of boots that stop her halfway. Grabbing her head Kate floats over and drives Destiny’s skull into the mat.

Mark: Picture perfect float over DDT, Kate may have this here. Destiny seems to be out cold!

Kate sees the end in sight and looks to the table right beside her. She forces Destiny up, slamming her forearm into the brunette’s face several more times to keep her stunned, blood running down from the challenger’s lips now. Forcing her up, Kate gets Destiny to sit on the top turnbuckle and climbs up gingerly to join her. Kate holds up her hand and then goes to drape the limp form of Destiny Campbell over her shoulders.

Mark: Dear lord she’s aiming for a punk driver through that table!

Sylvia: This is gonna- OOH FIRE!!!

A burst of flame erupts from Destiny’s lips just missing Kate’s face and stopping the move in a flash, literally.

Mark: That water bottle didn’t have water in it! My god that was a fireball!

Kate holds onto Destiny in order to not fall out of the ring, wobbling and blind. Destiny is up now, standing on the top turnbuckle and slams fists down across Kate’s back, driving the tacks in deeper and forcing her to bend over.

Sylvia: There’s that look again, she’s smiling.

Destiny leaps off with Kate in tow, a flying fameasser driving the Champion face and chest first through the glass and table! A sickening mix of shattering glass and the crunch of wood is heard as the arena goes silent, every single fan on their feet. In the heap of glass, wood, and blood Destiny rolls Kate over for a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Cory: And the winner of this match, and NEW ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPION.....DESTINY CAMPBELL!!!

O Death (Rock Me Asleep)" hits the sound system as Destiny rolls off Kate, the ex-champion’s face a crimson mask as she lay in an unconscious heap while Destiny is handed the belt.

Mark: Looks like the Ultraviolence Division is taking a new direction, not sure how Isabella is going to take this. One helluva match from both these women, but tonight we have a new champion. Sylvia, your thoughts?

Sylvia: Destiny proved herself truly tonight, she destroyed the woman few could beat for that belt. She bled her like a stuck pig and in turn is now the most wanted woman in the division. Doubled edged sword, Horton...let us hope she knows how to wield it, yes?

Destiny clutched the belt to her chest, rolling away and falling out of the ring as she was barely able to stand as medical staff rush to go check on Kate. A pool of blood forming around her crimson mask, we cut out on this.

[Adam Grant]

After a video package highlighting the history between Kinsey and Jodie, we head back to the ring as Cory Kincaid is standing by.

Zack: This match has been brewing for some time. And as odd as it is to say it, I think Kinsey may be coming in with a decided advantage. I can’t see how Jodie Gray is going to be anywhere near 100% after a brutal 2 out of 3 falls match this past Tuesday on the Season of Champions finale. I’m thrilled to be working alongside none other than Caroline Dallins for this one. C, I’m sure you watched the season finale Tuesday, and I’d like to get your thoughts on it. And if there’s any way Jodie could possibly be in good shape tonight.

Caroline: There is no way, shape or form that the Queen of Games could be in any shape tonight and one could argue that Kinsey has all the advantage but Gray... Well though I feel bile in my stomach to admit it as it stands right now... Jodie calls herself the villain for... A... Reason. Though she did ram Steph’s head into a ringpost so hey... The crazy bitch can’t be all bad, right? ....Right?

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. Stepping out behind her is Seth Star, holding up the Season of Champions title in his hands. Jodie beams at him and looks up at the title in his hands.

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. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; from which she then awaits the bell to ring. Seth stands beside her in the corner, as Jodie admires her title.

Zack: Well Jodie may be the first person I’ve seen bring their Future Shock title with them on the road, but there it is. And with that and Seth in her corner, Caroline, I have the feeling we are going to see a different Jodie than Tuesday. This one is hurt, this one is damaged, and I suspect she’s going to want to end this match as soon as possible.

Caroline: You know that whole thing about cornered rats fighting back? Well... Kinsey’s proven she’s more than tough enough for this match but Jodie and Seth together? God help us all.

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 is joined by Ryan Mackenzie as the pair head down the entrance ramp. Kinsey pinballs from side to side as she high fives as many fans as possible. Getting to the ring she slides under the bottom rope and rolls to her feet, 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 and heads to her corner for a last minute pep talk from Ryan while she starts to constantly make minor non-adjustments to her elbow and knee pads for comfort as she waits the opening bell.

Cory: At 115 lbs, 5’1” tall and hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, she’s accompanied by Ryan Mackenzie! Please welcome...KINSEY DECARO!!!

Zack: As promised, it looks like Kinsey will be able to keep her eyes on Jodie in this one. Because she’s brought her trainer, Ryan, with her. And he’s more than capable of running interference for Seth, I think. But I still say it comes down to the fact Kinsey is a fresh as a daisy, and Jodie’s...well she’s in a whole lot of pain here just five days removed from Future Shock.

Caroline: Well, I’m not going to say judging by the old Mafia versus Trip days that Ryan’s a fan of me or I am of him but hey.. I’d rather have him in my corner than Seth so there you go.

Jodie moves towards the center, still clutching her title as Seth and Ryan step out of the ring. Kinsey moves closer as well before referee Melinda Davis tells Jodie to give her the title before she starts the match. Kinsey stares daggers at the brunette, who was responsible for what happened to her husband in China last year. Jodie doesn’t seem to listen to the referee, just staring at Kinsey before she blasts her in the face with the title. Kinsey staggers back as Jodie hands the belt to the referee with a smile, and immediately turns back to begin unloading with straight right closed fists to her head one after another. Davis calls for the bell after Seth jerks the title back out of her hand when she heads to the corner. The boos already begin as Jodie hammers her with fists and forearm shots before she whips her across for the ride. Kinsey stops herself before she hits the corner as Jodie runs in behind her, and rolls her up in a schoolgirl pin attempt!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kinsey kicks out at two, rolling to her feet with a glare. And Jodie rolls out of the ring to the floor.

Caroline: Y’know Zack there are times in that ring when you take a nasty blow to the head with some foreign and it doesn’t even hurt after say a few moments? It just makes you angrier in the long run... It just makes you want to beat down on your opponent more? ....I would be of the mind that Kinsey is experiencing that feeling at the moment.

Zack: I can imagine so! Jodie with a cheap shot with the title, that’s why she brought it! And now Gray’s on the move out here at ringside. Kinsey….yep! She’s going out after her! She remembers everything Jodie’s caused in her life….

Kinsey rolled out to the floor as Jodie took off, and it was a footrace from there. Jodie rounded three corners with Kinsey hot on her heel. And as Jodie passed Seth, he stuck his foot out in an attempt to trip the blonde. DeCaro stopped and shoved him into the apron, which gave Jodie time to circle around and deliver a bulldog to the floor. Gray smiled to her boyfriend as she pulled Kinsey up and shoved her back inside the ring before sliding in after her. Gray hooked the leg again for another pin attempt!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

And again, Kinsey kicked out. Jodie rose to her feet, putting the boots to her before she pulled her back to her feet and whipped her into the corner. DeCaro hit the corner as Jodie followed in behind her and laced into her with a knife edge chop. But it had the opposite effect as Kinsey shook her head in anger. Jodie’s eyes widened as she laid in another chop and Kinsey just looked more furious!

Zack: I don’t think those chops are getting the job done! I think….they are making her angrier! Look at Jodie’s face!

Caroline: ...It’s the scariest thing when you keep attacking someone and they just take everything you throw at them and then come at you unphased. Reminds me of Tara or Eileen...

As Jodie was about to lay in a third chop, Kinsey grabbed her by the head and shoved her into the corner. And a blonde blaze of fury unleashed as she began to fire lefts and rights one after another rapid fire, long enough to take a step back and unleash a torrent of kicks to her body and legs. Gray hung in the corner as Kinsey stepped back in, and fired combinations to the body, reminiscent of her Trios partner, Claire Black. A flurry of body shots followed before she sent Jodie in for the ride. Gray rebounded off the far side before Kinsey left her feet and planted her with a Thesz press! And the right hands came into play yet again as the fans roared in approval!

Caroline: Huh... Jab to the head, right hand to head, left hook to the body... Looks like Kinsey’s been taking lessons from the Knockout Specialist herself.

Zack: Kinsey is absolutely on fire! And the Champion of Champions is taking the ass whupping of ass whuppings right now!

Kinsey rolled off to her feet, jerking Jodie up by the head. She fired her hard into the ropes before Jodie rebounded off the near side. Gray ducked under a clothesline and stopped behind her before Kinsey spun around with a bicycle kick to the head that dropped Gray to her knees. The blonde bounced off the near side and delivered a running front kick right into her abdomen. It doubled Jodie over before DeCaro aimed a low superkick right to her ear!

Zack: A crescent kick right to the side of Jodie’s head! Kinsey is furious, and Jodie in her condition….she’s not going to be able to withstand this for too long!

Caroline: “Not going to”? Hudson look at her? She’s barely withstanding it now!? One good Stage Fright and that’ll be that... Unless she wants to finish this by tap out... I mean there’s The Lullaby, Certified Platinum... Standing Room Only...

Seth climbed up onto the apron, yelling at Davis for Kinsey pulling hair. DeCaro turned to see him as Jodie crawled up behind her with a low blow. Seth was then jerked down off the apron, turning around to punch someone before he locked eyes with Ryan, who dared him to do it. DeCaro dropped to her knees as Jodie grabbed her head from behind and began to spike it into the mat repeatedly like a basketball. Gray clutched her ribs, coughing from the shots she’d already taken before she pushed back up to her feet.

Zack: Gray with a low blow, thanks to her boyfriend pulling Davis’ attention at ringside. I’m daring Seth to hit Ryan, but back in the ring, Jodie’s managed to get back in control. But she looks and feels like hell!

Caroline: Fun fact: Kinsey’s trainer and Jodie’s trainer once formed a tag team named the Absolute. Not so fun fact: Seth really knows how to keep the ref’s attention on him as Kinsey and Ryan are currently learning.

Jodie slowly began to crawl back to her feet, still obviously the worse for wear. She pulled Kinsey up, delivering a side Russian leg sweep to put her back down. Gray began to deliver a Garvin stomp on the downed singer, stomping every appendage before finishing off with one nasty head shot to go with it. She dropped to her knees and rolled her over for a cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Kinsey rolled her shoulder before the three as Jodie pointed towards the far turnbuckle. She got back to her feet, asking the referee for the time as Seth hopped up onto that turnbuckle and removed it. Ryan moved around towards him and he dropped down and took off. Jodie spotted the turnbuckle with a smile as Kinsey started to move. Davis came back with the time as Jodie pulled the blonde up by the hair, her eyes gleaming at the exposed turnbuckle.

Caroline: ‘Oh look, an exposed turnbuckle,’ said the unsurprised wrestler turned commentator.

Zack: Seth and Jodie are damn near a tag team out here, and you know Jodie’s plan for that exposed buckle already. Davis would have known too if she wasn’t asking for the time.

The brunette pulled her up and onto her shoulder in position for a snake eyes. Gray moved a few steps towards the corner as fast as she could before Kinsey dropped to her feet behind her. Jodie spun around as Kinsey scooped her feet out from under her...and dropped back. DeCaro catapulted Jodie face first into the bottom turnbuckle! Gray’s head ricocheted on impact before she collapsed to the mat.

Zack: Kinsey didn’t want anything to do with the top turnbuckle, but did you see Jodie’s head smack the bottom one?! She has to be out cold!

Caroline: Snake eyes! ...A low angle Snake Eyes at that. I don’t think DeCaro will be complaining about Gray being unconscious anytime soon.

Kinsey pulled her out from under it, and dropped into a cover. Davis fell into position as well.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Seth put Jodie’s foot across the bottom rope and then screamed at the referee to look. Davis glanced up and held up two finger as Kinsey saw him do it. DeCaro rolled out of the ring to the floor as Seth started backing up. Meanwhile, Jodie was beginning to get her wits about her on the mat.

Caroline: Oh c’mon Davis! It was Seth right there! JUST EJECT HIM! REFEREES STILL HAVE THE POWER TO EJECT NON-COMPETITORS FROM MATCHES, RIGHT!?

Zack: I don’t think she saw it, or she would. Referees can’t start calling what they don’t see, and….why the hell am I defending Seth Star? THROW HIM OUT!

Seth continued to back up, holding up his hands as Kinsey walked him down. Ryan moved around behind as Seth walked backwards into him. The smug manager looked behind him into Ryan’s face as Kinsey grinned. In the ring, Jodie reached into her top and began to extract the black glove and slide it onto her hand. Ryan clocked Seth with a right hand to the head as Kinsey dove back into the ring. Jodie laid face down in a heap, the camera catching a smile on her face as Kinsey moved towards her.

Caroline: Always the fuckin’ glove... Always... Always... Always... The glove.

Zack: Kinsey’s walking into a trap, Seth provided Jodie time to get herself together and now the mandible claw is in play! Shades of Dr. Sam Shepherd who invented the damn hold!

Jodie started back to her feet as Kinsey spun her around. Gray caught her with a mule kick and spun into her, shoving her hand into the blonde’s mouth. Jodie’s fingers nearly disappeared into her mouth as DeCaro flailed her arms.  The boos got louder as Jodie tried to bring Kinsey down to the mat. DeCaro grabbed Jodie’s nose with one hand and smacked her hand down across it with the other, a la the Three Stooges. Jodie grabbed her nose in pain before Kinsey coughed furiously, then grabbed her head between her legs and planting her with a Pedigree!

Zack: Kinsey channeling Curly right there...and right into the facebuster, Caroline! Jodie’s done, this is over!

Caroline: Well slap me in the face and call me Moe. This has gotta be it!

Kinsey rolled her over and hooked her leg for the cover. Davis fell into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!

As the referee’s hand was coming down for three, Seth pulled her out of position by her foot. Davis spun around to see what happened as Seth looked behind him as well. The referee got to her feet, reading him the riot act as Kinsey asked Ryan if that was two or three. Mackenzie said it was only two and headed around after Seth.

Zack: And again….AGAIN…..Seth saves this match for his girlfriend! He’s acting like he doesn’t know who pulled Davis out of position!

Caroline: Gray’s lost this match like six times over by now. I can’t wrap my head around it.

Jodie reached towards the ropes, getting to her feet slowly before she looked over her shoulder behind her at Kinsey. The blonde turned back towards the brunette as Jodie bounced off the middle rope into the ….

Zack: CANNON DRILL!!

Jodie came off the middle ropes, aiming with the Cannon Drill. But Kinsey ducked underneath it. Gray landed on her feet, stumbling to get her balance. When she turned, the blonde delivered a kick to the gut, a knee to the face, and a rolling cutter to follow! The fans roared, and pulled Seth away from the ring as Kinsey made the cover.

Caroline: JUST KIDDING FOLKS! STAGE FRIGHT!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Davis called for the bell as the fans roared with approval. The blonde slowly got to her feet as Ryan entered the ring, raising one hand as the referee raised the other.

Cory: The winner of this match…….KINSEY DECARO!!!

Zack: Kinsey ducked the Cannon Drill, but Jodie couldn’t dodge the last bullet! Stage Fright seals the deal on this one, and Kinsey’s got her revenge!

Caroline: And then some... I wonder if Jodie happens to eventually win the FFW Championship then--

Ryan gave his pupil a hug as Kinsey smiled to the crowd, looking back to Ryan as the camera picked up her telling him she wanted the Evolution title.

Zack: Big win for Kinsey, and if I heard her right, the Evolution Champion can add another target on her back tonight!

Caroline: --then nevermind me folks.

Ryan raised her hand once again as we cut to a commercial for Future Shock Malice..


Crazypants

A very pensive looking Amber Carano stands by as she welcomes the viewers, standing in front of the Sin & Sacrifice set behind her.

Amber: Folks, my guest at this time is the Future Shock Season 14 Champion, Sylvia Crowley, who will be competing at Future Shock Malice in a street fight against Dawn Warren.

Sylvia stands beside Amber, giggling a little and staring past the interviewer as she seems to be silently communicating with nothing at all. Though the mention of Dawn Warren causes her to snap back to reality and turn her attention to the moment.

Sylvia: The liar, fool and idiot. Yes her. The one I have defeated time and again and proved to the entire world is nothing more than a psychopath...just...like...me? That Dawn Warren?

Amber: Yeah, that one. Dawn has attacked you from behind, she’s tried to take you before. Why do you think she seems to be obsessed with facing you? Why do you think she wants another match with you after your last encounter?

Sylvia: Because she has no other thoughts in that tiny brain. She claims to dream of success but focuses on just one thing, me. That or making choices for her boyfriend on twitter. Or making comments about who I am in a relationship or my sexual orientation. She wants to face me because if, and I mean IF she can beat me she does what Kimmi Hate couldn’t. And in turn steps up from being bottom of the barrel. Where she belongs mind you.

Amber: I’m sure this will have to be the last battle between you two at Malice. My other question is if you have made any decisions as it relates to your Pick Your Poison contract.

Sylvia nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again.

Sylvia: It’s a hard decision, one harder than I expected. Possibly easier for a wrestler with more enemies, or friends in this business. I could challenge the winner of the Ultraviolence match tonight to try and jump into the division my beloved Marla once belonged. I could challenge someone far higher in this industry and risk being demolished by the best of the best, or standing over FFW’s finest. Or I could choose someone like Crystal Hilton or whoever just to make them scream. I do like screaming after all.

Amber: I’m sure everyone on this roster is keeping a close eye in case you pick them. Thanks for your time, Sylvia.

From there, we cut back to the ring.





Mark: And now Mai, the time has come.

The Detroit crowd goes hush as the camera suddenly zooms in on a crimson cloth covered podium where the currently vacant Unity Tag Championships sit, looking pristine with every plated shined up to gleam. Cory Kincaid clears his throat over the microphone as the Ford Field grows hushed, though the barest rumblings of “Let’s Go Kittens” and “K-O-T-O” can be heard throughout the crowd. He breathes in.

Cory: The following match is for... THE FEMME FATALE WRESTLING UNITY TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS! The winning team will be crowned your new reigning, undisputed tag champions! Introducing first...!

We hear Alysson and Gabrielle singing the otherworldly famous lines of "We Will Rock You" by Queen, followed by the cutest giggle by the Kitten, and then all the arena lights go off and start blinking wildly, following the song's beat - two medium flashes and one strong flash. Alysson and Gabrielle are then seen on the top of the entrance ramp stomping her feet and clapping, following the music, working the crowd with huge smiles as they prompt the crowd to stomp, clap and cheer. After some heating, the lights come back, and the girls run down the aisle, high-fiving the audience's hands and rolling into the ring.

Once inside the ring, they do their usual taunts as they climb opposite turnbuckles - the cute Gabrielle "mewls" and blows kisses to the crowd, while the wild Alysson throws the heavy metal horns and pumps her fist in the air, all for the crowd's delight. After a while they jump back to the ring, and meet up in the center, sharing a high-five. (If they're the first to enter:) Then they wait for their opponents by docking against a corner, with Aly hugging Gabrielle from behind as they look to the entrance ramp.

Red Hot Chili Peppers ‘Can’t Stop’ begins to play over the PA as Claire Black and Serafina Reynolds step out of the back and walk toward the middle of the stage. Claire fires off some shadow boxing combinations while Serafina gets onto the balls of her feet firing off a combination of kicks, elbows and forearms before finally finishing off with a jumping roundhouse kick. High fiving the pair walk down to the ring, Claire unzipping her jacket and sliding it off her shoulders as she reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring, where she begins to shadow box once more. Serafina meanwhile, stops to take off her hooded sweatshirt, leaving her in her ring attire before checking the taping on her wrists and ankles and applying a streak of petroleum jelly over and under her eyes. Stepping between the ropes Serafina retires to her corner, meeting Claire and discussing tactics as they wait for the match to start.

Crowd: LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!

Referee Stephen Wilson gets his hands on the Unity Tag Championships as both teams stand in opposite corners, watching one another. Cory points first to the Kittens.

Cory: Introducing first, from France, they are two thirds of your REIGNING and DEFENDING TRIOS CHAMPIONS... Alysson Gardner and Gabrielle Crimson -- THE ROCKING KITTENS!!!

The crowd barely can keep itself silent as Cory introduces the Lonergans crew.

Cory: Representing Lucky Lonergans, coming from Boston, Massachusetts at a combined weight of 253lbs, the pairing of “TKO” Claire Black and Serafina DeCaro...KO/TO!!!

Mark: Finally we’re getting underway and this crowd is split right down the middle tonight, Mai.

Mai: So am I. Do you know I own both the cardboard cutouts of Serafina and Alysson, Mark?

Mark: ...Please don’t tell me what you do with both of them and let’s just... Focus on the match shall we?

Referee Stephen Wilson presides over the match as Alysson and Claire start for their respective teams. The two women immediately get started on each other as Alysson attempts to lock up with Black, only for the pugilist to toss out a few quick jabs to force Gardner to keep her space. Gardner attempts to get a grasp on one of Claire’s wrists and pull her into a collar elbow tie up but Black has none of it and tags Gardner once in the nose, catching her off-guard. Suddenly Claire starts lighting Alysson up, with a quick roll of right and left jabs before she takes two steps back and comes in with a wicked right hook... Or at least she would if not for those precious moments allowing Gardner just enough of a reprieve to leave her feet and catch Claire right on the chin with a leaping dropkick. Claire stumbles backwards as Alysson looks behind her, bounces off the ropes and comes in hot on TKO, looking for front dropkick and catching Claire on the nose, dropping her on her back! As Claire recovers, gripping her nose, Gardner immediately runs to the ropes and tries for a springboard moonsault but Claire moves out of the way just in time!

When Gardner lands on her feet out of the nearly crash-and-burn of her moonsault she turns around right into an irish-whip from Black! Alysson comes back in hot and she moves so fast that Claire can’t catch her, having to duck down on her stomach to let the Rocking Kitten pass her by, but on the rebound Gardner gets lifted up and turned one hundred and eighty degrees into a spinning spinebuster! Alysson gets planted on her back as Claire motions for her to get up, her eyes alight with adrenaline.

Mark: The two of the more spirited, aggressive members of both teams starting us out here and neither woman is backing down. Claire’s got Alysson down for only a moment here and she’s looking back at Serafina.

Mai: She looks like she’s either debating to tag her partner in to work Gardner over or if she’s going to try and keep the pressure on so Serafina can be completely fresh... Or if she’s gonna make out with her.

Claire finally makes her decision in front of this Detroit crowd and gets Alysson up by her hair before pulling her to her corner and tagging in Serafina. KO/TO immediately get Gardner from her leaned over position to a standing one before from out of nowhere Serafina hits Gardner with a leg sweep from behind while Claire catches her with a roundhouse kick to the head, literally chopping the Red headed Rocker down! She falls onto her back as Serafina hooks her leg for the cover and Wilson slides into place.

Crowd: K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!

ONE!

TW--

KICKOUT!

Claire gets back into their corner as they continue to keep Alysson isolated, Serafina getting a few quick kicks into Gardner’s ribs before she takes a few steps backwards and hits her with a clothesline in the corner. Gardner however refuses to drop out of the corner, fighting to keep herself on a vertical base as Serafina tags Claire in again while Gabby looks on hopeful. Gardner gets pulled out of the corner and into the center by KO/TO before getting sent to the ropes by both of them. It looks for a moment like they’re gonna hit her with a double snap suplex but Gardner refuses to say die as she suddenly comes running in hot and spears the ever loving hell out of Claire, sending both women right through the ropes and tumbling out of the ring as the crowd cheers!

Mark: CRIMSON SPEAR FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! CLAIRE BLACK MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF THE WAY SHE WENT OUT OF THE RING THROUGH THE ROPES AND LANDED WITH GARDNER ON TOP OF HER!

Mai: Alysson likes it rough and here comes Serafina!

Alysson rises to her feet, shaking it off until Serafina comes out onto the apron and leaps at Alysson, hitting her with a flying, jumping knee to the side of the head as the crowd cheers again! Now both of the legal women are down as Serafina DeCaro recovers, huffing as she stands over Gardner. The moment she turns to get back into the ring as Wilson begins yelling, she sees a shock of pink running for her as Gaby has had enough of not being in this match and executes a backflip from the apron into a splash, landing on Serafina! All four women are laid out on the ground and referee Wilson looks like he doesn’t know what to do! The Detroit crowd however...

Crowd: LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!

Claire and Alysson are the first to get up, slowly pulling themselves off the ground before both women roll into the ring. Wilson tells both Crimson and Serafina to get into the corners as Gardner and Black go right back to where they started. Claire goes for a right hook but Alysson moves to the side to let it whiff before she catches Black with a nasty mule kick right in the ribs! Black doubles over in pain, still feeling the effects of Aly’s spear. Gardner presses on the advantage as she kicks Claire in the knee, forcing her to drop to the mat before she catches her with a shining wizard! Claire drops on her back as Alysson goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mai: ‘Finey and the Kitten are back in their corners. ...I wonder if ‘Kitten’ is what Alysson calls her in bed. Do you think Serafina’s husband has a pet name for her in b--

Mark: And what a shining wizard from Gardner but that isn’t enough from her. She’s looking like she’s debating something.

Gardner stares at the corner, seeming to think about if she should continue on her assault before she sees Gabby with an arm outstretched. With a wide grin Gardner nods and tags in Crimson who rubs her hands together and forces Claire up, irish-whipping her into their corner before hitting her with a vicious stinger splash, that has Black coughing up and hugging her ribs. Claire pulls herself up with the help of the ropes but Crimson follows after with a running tackle that knocks Claire down on her back. Gabby now climbs up to the high-rent district as the crowd rumbles, watching to see what she does next. The Kitten points down at Black... Then climbs from the second corner to the top corner. She leaps right off the top, looking for a leg drop...

...BUT Claire moves out of the way by just a fraction of a second!

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Gabby’s face is one of eyelid twitching pain, biting her lip slightly as she lands on her tailbone. Claire begins to stand up to her feet as Gabby does and Crimson tries for a Bell Clap but Claire ducks it and runs to her corner before she tags in Serafina. The crowd goes hush for a moment as the two graduates of Future Shock Season Six, it’s Champion and runner-up stare at each other as the crowd can barely contain its excitement. DeCaro and Crimson slowly break their eyes away from each other to look at the Detroit crowd before they turn to each other...

And begin to go absolutely ham. Both women laying into each other with elbow strikes as they go back and forth!

Mark: FUTURE SHOCK SEASON SIX REUNION! Right elbows! Left elbows! Elbows to the nose! Elbows to the eyes! To the temples! The Unity Tag Championships mean so much to those women!

Crowd: K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!/K-O-T-O!/LET’S GO KITTENS!

Mai: Claire and Alysson can only watch on as these two rail into each other. You’d think there was some actual disdain the way they’re going at it.

Gaby catches Serafina with another elbow in the face before before she hits a european uppercut under her chin. She quickly irish-whips DeCaro into the corner before she comes running in for a splash only to get a counter elbow into the face of Crimson. Gabby stumbles backward and Serafina comes in, looking to for a roundhouse kick but gets a dropkick to the face that knocks her down. Gaby doesn’t wait a second to let Serafina recover, immediately hitting a standing moonsault, landing right on top of her. She doesn’t stop from there however, immediately going for another moonsault on top of DeCardo, followed by one more for good measure. She doesn’t go for the pin, instead forcing DeCaro up and right back into corner only to start pouring in one kick after the next into Serafina’s side. The Kitten clutches the ropes tight and hisses before she keeps pouring them in... She steps backward and looks for running tackle only for Serafina to try and fight her off!

She goes for a roundhouse kick but Crimson catches her ankle drags her to the center of the ring, Serafina hopping on one foot! Crimson finally shoves her leg away, but Serafina spins out and turns it into a three-hundred sixty degree roundhouse into Gaby’s jaw, laying her out, as Serafina drops beside her in the middle of the ring, worn out as well from Crimson’s explosion of offense.

Claire’s beating on the turnbuckle in her corner.

Alysson begins stomping away at the ground on her corner.

Their respective partners are very slowly to get up...

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Mark: Serafina’s patented 360 Roundhouse but she can’t capitalize. Gaby was determined not to let Serafina breathe for even a second but wait... They’re both up and they’re back at it again!

Once more its a war of elbows but Serafina begins to overtake Gaby as she adds in Muay Thai knee shots to the side of Crimson, popping one up after the other as she suddenly clinches Gaby and lays into her. She pulls the Kitten by her head, almost catching her with a knockout shot, but Gaby slips by before pulling her into a surprise roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

...

THREE!

NNNNOOOOOOOOO!

Wilson nearly counts the end of this match in a millisecond away but Serafina gets her arm up just soon enough. Both women are up once more, struggling to get up and Gaby irish-whips Serafina, though Claire gets in on a blind tag as Alysson’s eyes go wide and the Kitten yells at Gaby to watch out, seeing the tag! Gaby goes to hit DeCaro with a running tackle but gets swept up into a Fireman’s Carry that looks for a moment like it’s going to be DeCaro’s Deep Meditation. Immediately she lets Crimson off her shoulders and right into a running Claire’s Lucky Lights Out!

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!

Mai: DEEP MEDI...LIGHTS... OUT?

Mark: Don’t quit your day job, Mai. Let’s call that one LUCKY MEDITATION maybe? ...Anyway, amazing combination by KO/TO and Claire’s going for the pin! IS THAT IT!?

Gaby is motionless as Black drops to hook the leg! Wilson slides down to go for the count as Alysson comes running out of her corner, trying desperately to break it up but Serafina hooks her arms around Gardner’s waist from in front of her, desperately trying to stop her!

ONE!

TW---

Alysson wrenches Serafina off over her and goes to break up the pin!

OO!

...

Mark: So close! ALMOST...!

...

THREE!

Wilson’s hand slaps the mat just as Alysson lands right in front of Claire and Gaby, down on her knees only... Precious milliseconds too late from breaking the cover as Cory begins to make the announcement and Black gets up off Crimson.

Cory: Here are your winners... And the NEW FEMME FATALE WRESTLING UNITY TAG CHAMPIONS.... CLAIRE BLACK AND SERAFINA DECARO... KO/TO!!

Mark: KO/TO has had a long journey but tonight at Sin & Sacrifice, these two best friends can finally call themselves Unity Tag Champions. Let us take NOTHING away from the Rocking Kittens who might have been only moments away from this match continuing and taking it.

Wilson takes the Unity Tag Championships as Claire and Serafina hug, the two obviously overcome with emotion before the ref hands the titles over to them. Out in the corner Alysson is consoling her partner, helping her up and hugging her. KO/TO raise their new titles up high proudly as ‘Can’t Stop’ plays over the screaming Detroit crowd.



Why Is He Here?

The cameras come into focus as we are able to see Crystal standing in the hallway of the backstage area. Crystal is dropped down into a split as a smile escapes her lips. As she does some last minute exercises she is slowly approached by Allison Marx. The Crystal chants are loud, and Crystal smiles as Allison finally reaches her.

Allison: Hello Crystal if you don’t mind, do you think you can answer a few questions for us. Considering tonight we are live from your hometown of Detroit Michigan. How does it feel to be competing at Ford Field.

Crystal smiles as she rises back up. Her lips crack into a huge smile as she begins to speak into the microphone.

Crystal: How does it feel? To be honest it feels amazing to be back home. Am I allowed to say that? I mean I have so many places that I lay my head, and people are quick to joke about hometown number 1 2 3 4 5 and etc, but when it comes to my place of birth. The place where I spent 16 years of my life. It is definitely this great city. A city that is on the mend, and I feel happy to be competing in this stadium tonight. Sports life in Detroit is on the mend. The Lions are on the mend, The Tigers are close to clenching, my Michigan State Spartans are ranked number 9. There are a lot of reasons to adore this great state right now, and competing at Ford Field is like a dream come true. I remember a few years ago sitting in this very stadium watching my Spartans compete in the final four, and it left me with a feeling of wanting to compete here. And tonight I get to fulfill that dream.

Allison: Well a lot has changed since the last time you were here in Detroit.

Crystal: That is for sure. 3 years ago for Sin and Sacrifice we packed out the Palace. I beat Wendy, and I won my first Championship here. It was a great feeling but tonight I feel like a different woman. For starters I am now managed by a man who was one of my biggest doubters in Daniel Pollaski, and now he is the man I put my faith in to watch me. These fans have all supported me despite how may I have act sometimes. It’s all magical. I know Sophie is going to bring it tonight but I want this more. I can taste it and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure it’s me that wins this. So Sophie you better watch out because tonight I will give you my best to show you that this Rose will forever b….

As Crystal is in the middle of a sentence the microphone is immediately snatched away from Allison. The person behind snatching that microphone is none other than Todd Williams who receives a boo, he motions to Allison to move it, and Allison does just that. Walking into the scene is Stephanie Sullivan who grins. But the moment she walks into the lens she actually manages to get a cheer.

STEPHANIE!
STEPHANIE!
BLACK SHEEP BAH
BLACK SHEEP BAH
BLACK SHEEP BAH

T-Will: You hear that Stephanie?! Do you hear these fans cheering for you?!

Stephanie: Of course I do, and it’s the only arena where people have enough sense to cheer talent where they see it, but as much as they cheer me I rather not have their pity cheers because it’s not warranted. They are among those who treat me as if i am a Black Sheep. They are the ignorant fools who would rather cheer on this stupid cunt who shat on the city by leaving when things seemed to get a bit rough. You know what don’t you have a match to go to… shoo, shoo you had your time.

Crystal decides now as not the time for a confrontation as she walks away leaving Todd and Stephanie standing in front of the camera. Todd smiles as he speaks into the camera.

Todd: That’s right this is a FFW PPV you are watching. Detroit Michigan a city that I used to live in. Did you think that myself and The Dynasty’s Technical Marvel would miss a chance to return back to the city that made her. It’s a shame how much of a conspiracy FFW has become. They cater to cunts like Crystal giving her the opportunity to compete in her hometown yet for my lovely Stephanie here they don’t give her the chance to do so. They just leave her hanging and act as if she doesn’t exist. The reason we are here is because the Dynasty will extend itself into FFW. Stephanie will rise through the ranks here and she will claim the one thing that has eluded her. That thing being the No Surrender Championship. With me as her spokesman, and a man who has actually taken the interest to actually guide her. To mold her to build her. Not like that dirt bag Lyndon Dallins. She will become a champion here. She will claim that belt.

Stephanie: The Dynasty’s Technical Marvel will make anyone who crosses her tap out. It’s not like there’s a choice in the matter. So bring the challengers, bring whoever you want, and I will wipe the floor with each and every single one of them. This message has been provided by the Dynasty.

With that Todd and Stephanie showcase that they are each holding a can of spray paint. One red and one Black. They spray the letters tWd right into the camera lens, as we quickly fade out to elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

A brief video package shows all the events that have lead up to tonight’s Evolution Championship match before we head back to the ring.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is a Triple Threat match for the FFW Evolution Championship!!

“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.

Once upon the apron, 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.

Cory: Introducing first, standing 5’7” tall and weighing in at 129lbs, she hails from Cheshire, England...MADELYNE MCTAGGERT!!!

Zack: Madelyne McTaggert shocked the world when she hung one of a very few losses on Eileen Amaro before the champion dropped the title. And it got her here tonight!

Erica: She had enough tights to make her have a wedgie, but yes. She didn’t earn it so much as she cheated her way to it, much like most of her career really in FFW.

“Winner” hits the PA and Aimee Easter steps out onto the stage. Lightning walks out behind her, getting some positive response from the crowd.

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen...coming to the ring and hailing from the City of Angels…”The Revolution” Aimeeeeee Eaaaasteeerrr!!!!

“The Revolution” surveys the crowd before walking down to the ring.  She climbs the ring steps as Lightning waits outside and then climbs onto the second rope.  She stays there for a moment and raises her arms. She jumps down into the ring and walks out into the center of it, staring out into the crowd.

Erica: Well hey, there’s a surprise! I didn’t expect to see Lightning tonight!

Zack: Lightning was just released from a Los Angeles hospital earlier this week after a rather brutal battle for the Season of Champions finale! Aimee has some moral support in her corner tonight!

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.

Cory: Hailing from Berkshire, England. Representing Team Kyle, please welcome the Succubus and reigning FFW Evolution Champion.....”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.

Zack: And there’s the champion! Samara picked up her first singles title recently in a triple threat with Lightning and then champion Eileen!

Erica: Samara was long overdue for a shot at some gold, and she made the most of it when it counted! But she’ll have to be extra careful here, because she doesn’t have to be in the fall to lose the title already.

Melinda Davis presents the title to the three competitors and the ringside crowd before she hands it off to the ringside attendant and calls for the bell. As it sounds Madelyne McTaggert has already rushed across the ring, catching her by surprise as the former poetess’ had her attention on Samara Steele. The Blondetourage member begins to unload, tagging her jaw with stiff forearm shots before throwing right and left hands into her midsection. Davis tries to get Madelyne to allow Aimee out of the corner, only for the blonde to shrug off the referee and begin to follow up the blows to the midsection with side kicks. Across the ring, Samara stays lent back in her corner, checking her nails as she keeps an eye on the action with a grin.

Erica: Samara watching like the cat stalking the canary in the corner, and Maddie is giving to work on Aimee.

Zack: She might change her tune once the falls start popping up, Samara is conserving energy though.

Easter grabs one of the Cheshire blondes flying legs, lifts her up and spins her around, pushing her back into the corner and begins to land hammer blows to her opponent. The blonde desperately covers up, taking the brunt of the attack on her arms before flashing her hand forward and jabbing Aimee in the eye. Easter staggers backward, holding her eye and looks incensed as she charges forward and gets a face full of McTaggerts boot leather, stopping her in her tracks. Recovering quickly Aimee charges forward, only for McTaggert to lower her shoulder and send her upwards and over the top rope; Easter landing hard face first at ringside. Madelyne takes a moment to admire her handiwork, playing to the crowd and getting a massive chorus of boos for her actions as she walks out of the corner. She turns just in time to see Samara leaping in and connecting with a high impact superman punch to her jaw. Madelyne blinks for a moment before she collapses to the canvas and Samara drops to make the cover.

Erica: That’s one hell of a right hand from the Evolution Champion!

One…

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...THRE-

Zack: And a near fall already as a result, Samara jacked her jaw with that!

Before Davis can complete the count, Samara finds herself dragged off the cover and straight out of the ring by Aimee Easter. As soon as Samara lands on her feet, Easter lifts her up and into an inverted Atomic Drop. Samara holds herself where her opponents knee just impacted and gets another knee into her midsection to double her over and sends her flying towards the steel ring post, Steele hitting it shoulder first and wrapping her arms around it as Easter slides into the ring and makes the cover on McTaggert, hooking the leg.

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...THR-

Erica: Aimee almost took it right there, Madelyne’s taking it from all sides here tonight.

Zack: Well deserved too!

Madelyne rolls the shoulder to end the count and gets brought up to her feet by her Californian opponent who rifles a series of chops into her chest, turning it bright red as she backs her up to the ring ropes and fires her off. As Madelyne heads back across the ring, Aimee Easter leaves her feet and crashes into the blonde with a flying shoulder tackle. McTaggert rolls over and starts to come to her feet, only for Easter to yank her upwards by the hair before lifting her onto her shoulder and drilling her into the mat with a powerslam. Immediately Maddie’s back arches and she rolls to her side. Easter gets to her knees and yet again she pulls the Cheshire native upright, sending her into the ropes and catching on the return with a spinebuster that shook the ring. Rolling over, Easter hooked the leg and made the cover.

Zack: What a spinebuster, and Aimee’s going for it all!

One…

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...THREE!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Erica: Maddie is tough as hell, and about as devilish at that! She isn’t out of this fight so far!

At the last possible moment, McTaggert’s shoulder comes off the match, Davis indicating the two count immediately. Shrugging her shoulders Easter yet again pulls McTaggert up from the mat and into a Gorilla Press Slam position but before she can do anything further her knee gets taken out from under her courtesy of a chop block from the Evolution Champion. Easter hits the mat hard, the air getting driven out of her lungs. Maddie lands on top of her and Davis immediately dives into position for the cover.

One…

Erica: One count, and Samara is already getting the shoulder up here. She just got that title, she’s not looking to lose it this quick.

Davis never reaches the two count as Samara brings up the cover with a well placed elbow drop to the top of her challengers spine. McTaggert rolls away and out onto the apron. Quickly Samara is back to her feet as Easter rolls onto all fours and the Berkshire beauty puts her back down on the mat with a fist drop right into the back of her head. Again Samara gets to her feet as Easter pushes up to her hands and knees and this time the revolutionary becomes the recipient of a kick into the ribs. Reaching down, Samara grabs two handfuls of Aimee’s hair, yanking her to feet and in the same motion takes her back down to the mat with a hair pull snapmare.

Zack: Samara remembers that Aimee got herself into this match by virtue of beating her right before she won the title. So she especially has something to prove here!

Erica: What I like about Samara is that she’s just a straight out brawler. She doesn’t worry about finesse, she just wants to knock your teeth down your throat.

The assigned official protests the use of the hair from the defending champion, only for Samara to ignore her totally as she delivers a stiff kick into Easter’s spine. Quickly the Californian rolls away before another kick can follow it and rises to her feet quickly only for Samara to turn her inside out with a vicious looking clothesline. Easter tries to get up quickly once more, getting to her knees and Samara grabs hold of her wrist, twisting her arm around in her socket and delivers two stiff kicks to her opponents ribs underneath arm before bringing her upright and yanking her forward into a forearm smash. Easter goes down. Samara keeps hold of her wrist, pulling her back up and into another short arm forearm smash. Again, the Succubus keeps a tight hold on the former Evolution Champions wrist pulling her upright yet again, and yet again yanking her forward onto her shoulders and dropping backwards with a Samoan Drop. Reaching back, Samara hooks the leg and makes the cover.

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...THR-

Erica: A near fall for Samara there, she’s really keeping the pressure on. And that’s what you have to do in matches like this!

Easter kicks out and the Evolution champion pulls her up off the mat firing off elbows as she keeps hold of a handful of hair. Filling getting her to a vertical base, Samara Irish whips her into the corner. Easter hits the corner hard and holds herself up on the top rope as Samara stalks forward, standing in front of her opponent in the corner as she begins to unload a hammering flurry of punches in the corner. The combination of punches gets interrupted as the recovered Madelyne McTaggert gets to her feet and charges in, leaving her feet and crashing into Samara’s back with a body splash causing a meeting of the minds between the defending and former Evolution Champion. As Samara staggers backward, Madelyne lifts her up and drives her down back first with a back suplex. Getting back to her feet, McTaggert steps up onto the middle rope and slams her foot into the back of Aimee’s head with an enzugiri. Aimee walks unsteadily out of the corner, using the top rope for support and McTaggert takes off across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and driving a front kick into Easters gut, bundling her through the ropes to the outside.

Zack: Aimee hit the floor, and now it’s just Maddie and Samara! This is one of the best chances either will have to try to secure the win.

Erica: I don’t think Maddie sees Samara just yet, but I bet she’s about to!

Turning around McTaggert sees her fellow Englishwoman pushing up to her hands and knees and leaves her feet, catching her in the side of the head with a hesitation dropkick. As Samara rolls onto her back, McTaggert is quick to her feet and delivers a knee drop directly to the head of the Evolution Champion. Quickly McTaggert follows up by grabbing Samara’s right arm and dropping down to the canvas as she locks in a seated armbar. Samara lets out a short yelp of pain as McTaggert pulls back on the arm. Davis asks Samara if she wants to quit, only for Samara to vehemently refuse as she twists and moves her body as much as possible, dragging herself across the mat and kicking a leg out over the rope to secure the break. McTaggert milks the hold for all it’s worth before releasing, she waits till Samara starts to rise and bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back and delivering a huge spear to the Champions midsection. Immediately McTaggert dives into the cover.

Erica: That was one hell of a spear, and we may be about to see the Blondetourage take the Evolution title!

One…

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...THRE-

Zack: Or not! Samara kicked out in the nick of time!

Samara kicks out of the pinfall and Madelyne quickly heads towards the corner, climbing to the top rope and waiting until Samara gets to her feet before she dived off the top, catching with a shooting star DDT that plants the Champion into the mat. Once more McTaggert heads for the corner, climbing to the top and measures up the Champion before diving off into a Seated Senton. Reaching back she grabs hold of the leg.

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...THRE-

Zack: And the senton didn’t work, McTaggert is trying everything she can think of and none of it has come up with a win for her!

Erica: I’m not entirely convinced she belongs on the top rope, to begin with.

Samara rolls the shoulder to keep the match alive. Shaking her head she spots Aimee Easter climbing back up onto the apron and charges at her, catching her with a running knee as she steps between the ropes, grabbing her head, she pulls her through the ropes and delivers a DDT to her before kicking her back out of the ring, under the bottom rope and off the apron. Turning her attention back to the ring the girl from Cheshire spots the Berkshire beauty rising and moves to cut her off, pulling her away from the ropes as she hooks her head and looks to lift her up off her feet in an attempt to land the Goodnight Kiss Sit-out suplex slam. Before she can fully get her up, Samara manages to fight the move off. McTaggert tries again and this time Samara not only fights it off, but manages to counter it into a small package.

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...THRE-

Erica: Another near fall, and Maddie got free of the small package! You can see how much all three women want this!

Just before the three count McTaggert manages to break free of the hold and end the pinfall. With a look of fire in her eyes, McTaggert charges toward the rising Samara who drops her shoulder and catches her coming in, lifting her up into a firemans carry before flipping her off into a double knee gutbuster. Samara makes another pinfall attempt.

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...THR-

Zack: That could have been all right there, but Aimee broke up the fall and with good reason!

Erica: That’s the danger of these matches, it’s hard to keep your eyes on two people at once….especially at this stage of the match.

This time the cover gets broken up as Easter dives in with a double axe handle to the back of Samara’s head and begins to follow it up with more rights and lefts hands. Getting to her feet Easter lifts Samara up by her ring attire and drops her into her bended knee. Pushing her to the mat, Easter stands over her placing a foot on the top of Samara’s spine as she grabs hold of her wrists, lifting her up and curb stomps her into the mat. As Samara starts to rise, Easter drags her forward into a standing headscissors, flips her up and drives her down into the canvas with a jackknife powerbomb and holds it for the pinfall.

One…

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

Zack: Good Lord, that was close! I thought we had a new champion right there! Credit to Samara for showing amazing toughness here tonight in Motown.

Samara rolls her shoulder at the last moment to stop the count. Davis showing the two count and confirms it with Easter who nods as she gets to her feet. Before she can follow up on Samara though, McTaggert leaps off the top turnbuckle and catches Aimee from behind with a double axe handle to the spine. McTaggert follows it up with a hard punch into Easter’s kidneys before spinning her around and setting up for an STO, Easter fights out of it, firing elbows into the side of Madelyne’s head until. As McTaggert relinquiches the hold, Aimee turns into it and lifts the Blonde onto her shoulders for the torture rack backbreaker, choosing not to hold the submission as she drops down into a seated position. McTaggert spasms like a fish out of water on the mat.

Erica: Maddie better use some of that wealth and find a good chiropractor. That hurt me just watching it happen!

Zack: Anyone who says McTaggert is spineless just got disproven right there, not in the way you’d hope though.

Aimee rises to her feet, casting a glance at the rising the Samara and fires off a roundhouse kick; the Team Kyle member getting her forearm up to take the blow but still collapses to her knees. McTaggert gets to her feet, turning around unsteadily and gets her head taken off with a Get Educated Clothesline from Hell. Aimee rises back up to her feet and yet again turns around just in time to duck out of the way as Samara comes leaping at her with a Drop Dead Gorgeous superman punch. Landing on her feet, Samara spins around and takes a boot to the face as Aimee delivers a Brogue Kick to her face, sending her over the top rope and all the way to the outside. McTaggert starts to rise and Easter hooks her head, lifting her up and driving her down into the mat with The Final Verse Jackhammer. Easter makes the pinfall and hooks the leg.

One…

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...THREE!!!

Erica: Samara didn’t make it in time!! We have a new Evolution Champion!

Zack: A split second too late, and Aimee Easter has reclaimed the Evolution Championship almost a year to the date when she won it the first time!

Samara dives under the bottom rope but comes a little short of breaking up the pinfall as Davis calls for the bell. The referee raises Easters hand in the air before heading to the ringside attendant and retrieving the title. She presents it to Aimee Easter as Cory Kincaid makes the official announcement.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall and NEW FFW EVOLUTION CHAMPION…..AIMEE EASTER!!!!

Easter clasps the belt to her chest before holding it high above her head as Lightning joins her in the ring, raising her hand in victory.

Erica: There’s Lightning showing support for her friend, who just made history as a two time Evolution Champion! What a class act!

Zack: Aimee did it fair and square, maybe she has turned over a new lea---

Almost as soon as Zack says it, Aimee boots Lightning right in the face. The crowd stands silent for a moment before the boos kick in as Easter stares down at the fallen Lightning.

Erica: What the fu--- is that about?!

She lays the title across the turnbuckle, and pulls Lighting up. She flips her upside down and plants her with a tombstone piledriver! Easter climbs back to her feet, taking her title in hand before she raises it above her head.

Zack: I spoke too soon! Aimee Easter...I don’t think she’s changed at all! Lightning just got out of the hospital this week for a concussion, and Easter tombstoned her! Aimee’s got the title, but I don’t have a damn clue what happened here!

Erica: I thought they had become friends again…

Aimee rolled out to the floor, throwing her title over her shoulder and heading to a commercial for Anarchy on December 6.




Cory: Ladies and Gentlemen… the Two Thousand Fourteen Femme For All… BEGINS NOW!!!!

A roar unleashes from the crowd at the announcement, and in anticipation.

Zack: It’s one of the most magical times of the year in Femme Fatale Wrestling, and once again, the brackets are ready to go!   This tournament can launch careers- and the question now is, who’s going to step up and grab that brass ring this time?

Pollaski: Yup, and traditionally, like the changing of the first leaves, it’s kind of turned into a fall tradition to open the tournament at Sin & Sacrifice… and this year is going to be NO exception!

Cory: Eight women will participate in a single-elimination tournament, with the winner to recieve a shot at the FFW CHAMPIONSHIP.  Now, the following QUARTERFINAL contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!   

The lights fade out as two spotlights hit the entrance curtain as it does Run The Show (Spanish Version) by Kat Deluna begin’s to blast all across the speakers.  The Latin beat begins to blare loudly as the masked Luchadora La Paloma sprints through the ropes greeted by multiple pyros. She smiles as she takes in the cheers of the crowd.

Cory: Introducing first, on her way to the ring being accompanied by her manager Daniel Pollaski she hails from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. “La Paloma” Crystal Hilton!!!

La Paloma sprints down the ring slapping the hands of the fans that her cheering her on. She jumps up onto the apron and immediately leap frogs over them. She runs to the corner turnbuckle and quickly ascends all the way to the top. She starts moving her hands about like a dove before she does a backflip off of the ropes.

Pollaski: Jesus Christ Cory… does it LOOK like I’m accompanying her?

Zack: Well, technically, you ARE out here, even if you’re not officially standing in her corner.

Pollaski: That’s a point. Either way… yes, Hilton is my client, but I have nothing but the utmost respect for Sophie.  I’m out here as a fan tonight.  I just wanna see a good match.

Zack: I have no doubt you’re going to see one.  These Femme For All matches are rarely dull.

“Living In A Dream” by Finger 11 hits the PA system. The crowd cheers as the words "Future Shock Season Two Winner" appear on the video wall, followed by "Sophie Richards". Sophie comes out the entrance way, raising her arm for the crowd as pyro blasts out from the stage, Vincent walking out beside her.

Cory: And her opponent!  Making her way to the ring! From Kensington, England, weighing 148 lbs... accompanied to the ring by Vincent Belmont... SOPHIE RICHARDS!!!

They make her way down the ramp, before climbing the steps and stepping over the middle rope into the ring. Sophie raises her arm once more, before giving Vincent a peck on the cheek.

Pollaski: IM WATCHING YOU VINNY YOU DAMN WELL BETTER NOT TRY ANY FUNNY BUSINESS.

Zack: Yeah, I’m sure he’s absolutely terrified of you.

Pollaski: Oh, he better be. 

Zack: Either way, I don’t think you’re going to have to worry.  I have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing a good clean match here… and the 2014 Femme For All is Underway!

*DING DING DING!*

At the bell, both Crystal and Sophie leave their corners, slowly walking towards the center of the ring.  Both quickly shake hands, and begin to circle, the crowd heaving with anticipation.  They lock up, struggling with each other for a brief period of time, before Sophie spins away, going low and taking down Crystal by the legs.  She immediately applies a spinning toe hold, as Crystal yelps in pain.  However, Crystal grabs at Sophie’s arm, pulling her off balance, and locks on an armbar.

Zack: Seems like a bit of a slow start here.  A bit of a feeling out pattern, if you will.

Pollaski: Well, right now I bet Sophie feels like her arm’s tugging its way out of her socket.  Still, Sophie’s a VERY solid technician and I don’t think Crystal better get content.
 
Sophie grits her teeth in the armbar, but manages to power her way out, getting to her feet, getting behind Crystal and locking on a waistlock.  Crystal spends several seconds trying to pry Sophie’s hands off, then spins away, breaking the hold and taking Sophie’s back in a waistlock.  She lifts Sophie off her feet, bringing her down with a belly back side slam, and then applies a hammerlock, holding Sophie down face first on the mat.

Pollaski: Back and forth with the chain wrestling here, and I like to see that.  Crystal going for textbook leverage moves. 

Zack: Sophie’s got a bit of a size advantage here, so Hilton’s going to need all the leverage she can get. 
 
Sophie, however, grits her teeth, and pushes herself forward, knocking Crystal off balance, so that she releases the hold, and rolls away to her feet just as Sophie gets to hers.  Crystal moves in quickly, but not quick enough, and Sophie catches her with an armdrag takedown, holding onto the arm and wrenching it in another painful hold!

Zack: Another exchange of holds.  The Femme For All is off to a very scientific start.

Pollaski: Yup. And you got six women backstage… hell I don’t even know if THEY all know who they are yet, but still, each one will be watching this match to see what is revealed about prospective challengers.  And I think both are not women you want to get into a tussle on the mat with.

Crystal grits her teeth, and slaps at her shoulder where Sophie has the hold applied.  Not really finding a way out of it, she pushes herself upwards, getting to her feet.  But Sophie’s prepared, and releases briefly, adjusting her grip, and then hoisting Crystal up and dropping her with a backdrop suplex!

Pollaski: Sophie finally breaking into the impact moves.  Going to take more than that to keep Crystal down, but there’s a start.

Zack: Yeah, but those holds earlier have already produced some limb wear.  That’s going to come into factor here as everyone gets wearier and yet the moves get bigger. 

Sophie pauses to catch her breath, and stretch the limbs that Crystal had torqued.  Crystal, for her part, immediately starts climbing to her feet.  Sophie sees this, and locks on a side headlock.  Crystal tries to steal a page out of Sophie’s playbook by going for a backdrop of her own, but Sophie kicks her legs, throwing their momentum back forward, and she takes Crystal over in a rolling snapmare, keeping that headlock applied as both women tumble to the mat!

Zack: Great counter there by Sophie, and she’s got that headlock on.

Pollaski: Yeah, those actually are a lot more effective than they look.  That effects the blood flow to the brain, and makes you foggy, and that’s a sensation that can stay with you the entire match.  And you certainly don’t want to be wrestling a match without a clear head.

Crystal struggles in the hold, clearly frustrated, and wincing as Sophie has it rather tight on for a simple weardown hold.  She tries to roll away into a posiition where she can fight her way back to her feet, but the hold is locked on too tight, and Sophie’s not giving an inch.  With aught else to do, Crystal fires an elbow into Sophie’s midsection, than a second, which gets a release, and both women roll away to their feet. Crystal gets to her feet a fraction quicker, and catches Sophie still rising, hooking her up and taking her over with a snap suplex!

Pollaski: Crystal’s speed coming into play there- and that’s really where she’s got to make her case.  Her speed and daring-do.  She won’t win a pure technical match with Sophie.

Zack: And Crystal looks to keep up the pressure, she’s very focused tonight.  Although you have towonder if that temptation to play to her hometown is eating at her.

Sophie arches her back in pain, and Crystal aims a kick right at the arch, the impact enough to make Sophie roll over onto her stomach.  Crystal straddles Sophie, and sits down on her back, leaning over her, and applying a reverse chinlock on the downed Brit.  Sophie claws at the hold, but Crystal’s grip is good, and with her weight fully on SOphie’s back, the leverage is strong.

Zack: I don’t think that’s locked in right to be a rear naked choke, but that’s still a punishing hold there.

Pollaski: Yeah, it’s not going to finish a match.  But she still is working on Sophie’s breathing, her bloodflow, disrupting both.  It’s a great weardown tactic, and now she’s going to constrict the abdomen- Crystal’s really showing some technical knowhow tonight.

Crystal wraps her legs around Sophie’s abdomen, adding a scissors to the hold, and Sophie gasps in pain.  But Sophie’s not willing to give up so easily, with a grunt of pain and effort,, she pushes herself up with her hands, getting onto all fours, as Crystal looks surprised by this show of strength.  She keeps the hold applied, even as Sophie, slowly but painfully works her way to her feet, only to lose her balance as she gets vertical, staggering back into the turnbucke- squashing Crystal in the corrner!

Pollaski: And that’s the problem when you take someone’s back like that… there is a way for them to power up, and if they do, you could be a sitting duck.

Zack: You could make an argument that Crystal got lucky she went into the turnbuckle.  There’s a lot of worse ways that could have ended.

Both women take pauses to catch their breath, with Sophie massaging her throat, and Crystal gasping like a fish out of water.  Sophie recovers first, and spins into Crystal with a shoulder thrust to the stomach, doubling Crystal over.  She pulls Crystal out of the corner, and hooks her up, suspending her in the air vertically for several seconds, before sending the Rose Goddess crashing to the mat! 

Zack: No Tara Thunder there, but still a solid hanging vertical suplex.

Pollaski: Right now, Sophie’s making this her match.  Crystal’s matched her move for move so far, but if it stays this technical in the long run, it’s going to be advantage Sophie.

Crystal rolls away, holding her back, but Sophie catches her by the legs, and starts trying to apply a Boston Crab.  Crystal’s fighting it though, refusing to turn over.  She manages to tuck in her legs, connecting with Sophie’s abdomen, pushing her back.  Sophie quickly moves back in, but Crystal kips up and nails a spinebuster before Sophie can properly react!

Pollaski: BIG Impact there, and this is Crystal’s chance to start making this match her own!

Zack: It’s been very back and forth so far, though.  Almost like the rocking of a boat- when it goes too far one way, it promptly swings back the other.

Crystal staggers into the ropes, taking just a brief second to play for the popping crowd.  She then leaps onto the ropes, springboarding off with a lionsault, landing flush!

Zack: Great move, and we have a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Pollaski: Shoulder up, but that’s forcing Sophie to expend energy, not to mention give Crystal a bit of a gauge on how much work she has to do.  My opinion?  Quite a bit of work left.

Sophie rolls the shoulder up, her arms then immediately going to her abdomen where Crystal just landed.  Crystal grabs Sophie, but Sophie thrusts out with her arm, connecting with the midsection and doubling Crystal over.  Sophie takes Crystal’s back, locking on a hammerlock as she does, and then drops her with a reverse hammerlock suplex!

Pollaski: Oh, God. That’s just NASTY.  You’re being slammed on your back with your arm pinned behind you.  You won’tfind many people who think THAT’s fun.

Zack: And I don’t think Sophie’s done yet.   She’s got that hold still applied!

Crystal yelps in pain, grabbing at her shoulder, but Sophie still has the Hammerlock attached.  Painfully, she forces the agonized Crystal back to her feet, and let’s go with another reverse hammerlock suplex!  The crowd groans at the impact, which wrenches Crystal’s arm and shoulder horribly, but Sophie somehow keeps the hammerlock applied, again forcing Crystal up.  This time, with the hammerlock still applied, she takes in the front, and nails a standard hammerlock suplex! 

Zack: THREE Hammerlock Suplexes now, and there’s a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Pollaski: Shoulder up!  But… wow, Sophie!

With Crystal popping the shoulder up, Sophie hops over her to take her back, and begins to work on getting in the Beauty Mark.  Crystal, however, isn’t about to let that happen, and she throws herself backwards slamming Sophie to the mat beneath her, and folding her up for a reverse matchbook pin!

Pollaski: Sophie tried to end it too soon, and Crystal might steal this!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Zack: Close, but Sophie powers out of a near disaster!

Crystal’s forced off ot the side, and both women attempt to scramble to their feet.  But Crystal stumbles as she’s getting up, and Sophie catches her from behind, locking on a waistlock and throwing her overhead with a German Suplex, Crystal practically folding in half as she bounces off the mat!  Hilton then rolls over onto her side, slumping, clearly in trouble, and Sophie takes her back, locking on a double chickenwing, as Hilton yelps in pain.

Zack: And again the pendulum has swung the other way.  Sophie is on top, torquing Crystal’s arms, and Hilton can do aught but lie on the mat and take it!

Pollaski: Submission holds with the arms are good- they take away any chance of crawling to the ropes.  Although smart people are capable of improvising...

The ref is asking if Hilton wants to quit, but she is gamely refusing, shaking her head, as with both her arms tied up she has to rely entirely on verbal communication with the ref.  She tries to inchworm forward towards the ropes, but finds that Sophie’s weight really prohibits her from making any progress.  In a desperation move, she tries to launch herself with her knees, rolling over onto her side, the crowd popping as she hooks her boot over the bottom rope, and the ref orders the hold broken!

Pollaski: ...And, believe it or not, Crystal’s pretty smart.

Zack: That had to have been an adrenaline fueled salvation there!  But still good reaction by Hilton!

It takes several seconds to get Sophie and Crystal untangled, although the understanding ref graciously avoids a five count as Sophie manages to get Crystal off of her, and to her feet.  Sophie moves in quickly on the rising Crystal, who’s using the ropes to help her get to her feet, but Crystal fires off an elbow, catching Sophie in the face.  Crystal then springboards off the ropes, taking Sophie end over end with a hurricanrana!  The momentum of the move ends with Sophie crashing to the mat in a seated position.  Crystal takes advantage by leaping off the ropes agaiin, and coming in with a dropkick to the face, snapping Sophie’s head back into the mat!

Zack: Great combo by Hilton, and she could take it here!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Pollaski: Nope.  Too much shaking, not enough cobwebs for Richards

Crystal shakes her head, and grabs Sophie by hers, and forces the British Bombshell to her feet.  She seems about to go for some DDT, but Sophie immediately catches her offguard, tangling her up and rolling her into a small package!

Pollaski: HIGHWAY ROBBERY!  SOPHIES GONNA STEAL THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Zack: NO!  But God, wouldn’t that have been ironic for Hilton to have the rug yanked out from under her like that?”

Crystal’s kickout nearly comes to late, but when it comes, it’s a forceful one, separating the women nearly halfway across the ring from each other.  Crystal’s to her feet first, bearing down on Sophie, but Sophie rolls backwards as Crystal approaches, and the two go tumbling.  When it ends, Sophie’s standing atop Hilton, the hometown girl locked in a Boston Crab!

Zack: She’s got it locked on this time!  Sophie’s cranking that hold for all she’s worth!  She smells victory!

Pollaski: Shades of Mr. SHowtime there!  And it could very well cast a shadow over Crystal’s Femme For All run if she doesn’t tink of something!

The ref is immediately atop Crystal, asking her if she wants to quit.  Crystal’s refusing, but there’s tears of pain glistening in her eyes as Sophie torques the hold even more. The crowd is torn- half in appreciation of the brilliant counter, the other rooting for HIlton to survive.  Hilton begins to crawl, hand over hand towards the ropes, reaching out in agony every step of the way!

Pollaski: She’s trying for the ropes!   Crystal’s fighting it, but I don’t know!

Zack: She’s getting closer though!  What’s going to run out first- Hilton’s will, or the distance?

Sophie grits her teeth and tries to dig in her heels, but can’t seem to stop the advance as Hilton gets closer and closer.  Suddenly both women lunge at the same time, Hilton towards the ropes, and Richards towards the center of the ring.  Hilton’s just a half second quicker- and her hands catch the bottom ropes!

Zack: SHES OUT!  CRYSTAL”S OUT!  MY GOD WHAT A SAVE!

Pollaski: And listen to these fans roaring!  I’m not sure if it’s cause of Crystal, or they’re just happy they can keep watching this match!

The ref doesn’t need to ask for a break- Crystal grabbing the rope forces the momentum of the two women to split them apart, and Sophie almost pratfalls, knocked off balance.  She pauses for just a second, looking absolutely flabbergasted, then rises to her feet.  She approaches Hilton, who immediately pops up and hits a lungblower!

Pollaski: OUT OF NOWHERE AND SOPHIES OUT!  CRYSTALS GONNA ADVANCE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NOPE!

Zack: SO CLOSE!  Like… a MILLISECOND close!  What a heartbreaker for Crystal Hilton!

Crystal looks gassed as she rolls of Sophie, staring up at the ref in disbelief, as Sophie’s eyes are closed her hand over them, rubbing them as if she’s trying to get rid of a headache.  By now, the fans are on their feet.  Crystal’s first to move, and she rolls out of the ring onto apron, using the ropes to propel herself up.   She takes a second to get her bearings, and springboards off, getting SERIOUS hang time as she comes down with a splash at Sophie…

Zack: ?!!!!!??!?!?

Pollaski: Aw...fuck…

...unfortunately, that hang time is just long enough for Sophie to kip to her feet, and NAIL an RKO on Hilton as she comes crashing down!

Pollaski: ... Dear FUCK!  Crystal Hilton just got totalled! 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zack: YES!  NO?!  NO!!!  THE REF SAYS TWO!

Pollaski: I don’t even know how the HELL Crystal kicked out!  She’s not even human…. she’s… A GODDESS!

Zack: ...no, dude.  Just no.

Sophie looks absolutely mortified as the ref waves it off, holding up two fingers.  She runs her hand across her face, clearing her vision, as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.  Finally, with a muttered curse, she forces herself up, grabbing Hilton and forcing the groggy Puerto Rican/Mexican/Michigander/Los Angelino up with her.  She pulls HIlton in, going for the Show Stealer, only for Hilton to somehow block it!  Sophie tries again, but Crystal pushes her away, and in one fluid motion snaps off a Flashing Lights right to the side of Sophie’s head!

Zack: WHAT A COUNTER!  Crystal with the counter out of nowhere! 

Pollaski: Flashing Lights live up to its name!  You never see it coming, and now this might just be HIlton’s match to lose!

Sophie collapses to the groiund, and Crystal immediately staggers towards the corner, giving off a bird call as she does, that’s answered back by most of the fans (mostly in horrible forms of imitation).  She gets to the top turnbuckle, leaps, spinning around, and leaping off again, twisting in midair as she lands flush on Sophie, this time connecting HUGE!

Pollaski: SHE GOT IT!  SHE GOT ALL OF IT!  COUNT IT REF!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Cory: Your winner… and advancing on to the next round… CRYSTAL HILTON!

Zack: ITS OVER!  And just like that Hilton’s in the Semifinals!

Pollaski: HO-LEE SHITBURGERS, MAN!  That was as intense as it fucking gets!  Two women entered, one moved on, but dear God, Sophie went down the right way, fighting tooth and nail!

The crowd roars, and Crystal gets to her feet, practically shrieking in ecstacy as the referee raises her hand, clearly on the verge of tears, she staggers towards the corner, climbing up and holding her hands high as Detroit does not disappoint with their response! 

Pollaski: There’s some hometown pride right there, but I think you have to just appreciate what we just watched.  It was clean, it was hard fought.  I think a lot of people can point here and say this is what FFW is all about!

Zack: So bittersweet for Sophie and Vincent though.  She’s tried so hard to turn the corner, this was her big break… and it wasn’t for lack of trying.

As Crystal continues to celebrate, a dazed and dejected Sophie rolls out of the ring, helped by the ref and Vincent.  While most of the crowd further back is still cheering Crystal, it’s clear that those along the aisles are directing their applause at Sophie as well in appreciation for her effort.  She smiles gamely, disappointed, as she trudges up the ramp.

Zack: Sophie being a champion good sport.  She’s disappointed, but she’s keeping her head up, hard as it may be.

Pollaski: And you can bet your ass there’s people up in that office taking note.  She’ll get something else coming down the pipe.  One loss isn’t the end of you, and this is not the end of Sophie Richard’s run at the FFW Championship. 

As Sophie nears the top of the ramp, she looks back, down at the ring, where Crystal, as if on instinct turns around.  Their eyes lock, and Sophie gives the smallest of nods towards  Crystal, indicating respect, while Crystal respectfully nods, back.  The crowd, noticing the gesture, roars even louder, as Sophie proceeds backstage, leaving Hilton to party just a little bit longer.

Pollaski: And what a nice way to cap it off with a gesture of respect!  Both women gave it their all!

Zack: And we got a bit more left on this show, folks!  VALERIE LAMB!  WENDY BRIESE!  The winner to get an FFW Championship shot!

Pollaski: OH FUCK THATS NEXT?!  … I uh… gotta run.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish with the winner earning a FFW Championship match.

#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 been disappointed ever since Unstoppable when Mika used the ropes to retain her FFW Championship. And given what we heard from her in her promo, she’s not looking for a catch as catch can classic tonight. She wants a steamroll!

Mai: I actually liked what Wendy said for the first time ever in anything. And I can’t tell you how dirty that made me feel. And how much I liked it.

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.

Mark: Valerie Lamb is also a woman who would love nothing more than to get a shot at the FFW Championship. Many had written her off, but a win over Tara Thunder put Val right back here!

Mai: Since when did Tara become the gatekeeper to the FFW Championship? Not that I’m arguing it, but I just missed that memo somewhere.

Kevin Fisk calls for the bell and the two women come out of their corners, exchanging a swift handshake before they break up and start to circle one another before they close the gap and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. It only lasts for a moment before it breaks, Wendy ghosting behind Val and into a rear waist lock that she doesn’t manage to secure as Val reverses it into a rear waist lock of her own. Wendy goes to work and after a few seconds manages to prise her opponents hands apart, taking hold of one and spinning around behind her opponent and into a hammerlock. As Briese looks to increase the torque on the hold, Val checks her shoulder and as Wendy adjusts her grip, the Scot reverses the hold and wastes no time at all in paintbrushing the back of the Indiana residents head with her free hand before pushing her away roughly as she releases the hold.

Mark: A bit of gamesmanship already out of the gate from Valerie, she probably didn’t appreciate the whole steamroller comments that Wendy had to say.

Mai: Val can get over it, what Wendy said is pretty much the smart strategy. Why go out there and kill yourself for thirty minutes if you can do it in five?!

Regaining her balance, Wendy’s hand goes to the back of her head when she starts to turn around as if to check she’d really been paintbrush slapped. As she turns, Val steps forward quickly and leaves her feet to deliver a low dropkick. Wendy drops to one knee as the Scot’s feet connect just below the joint, Lamb rolling onto her back as she lands and immediately lashes out with a straight kick into Wendy’s jaw from her position on the mat. FFW’s White Knight comes to her feet, staggering back into the ropes, only to find Val already on her feet and on top of her, driving a knee up into her midsection as she pins her against the ropes.

Mai: Val showing some quickness, beating Wendy to the punch since this match started. And a knee to the gut won’t make it better for Briese.

Mark: That is the name of the game, she’s not out there to give her a hug. Either way, Lamb definitely has control right now.

Stepping in Fisk orders Val to break the action away from the ropes and the Scot obliges him, yanking Wendy away from the ropes by the wrist and straight into another knee driven into Briese’s breadbasket. As Wendy doubles up, Lamb hooks her head and drives her down into the mat with the DDT. Rolling her over, Val goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Mark: A two count, and Wendy needs to get on offense here sooner than later. This has been all Val from the get go.

Mai: I guess we won’t see any steamroll tonight, damn! I was looking forward to it.

Wendy kicks out of the pin and rolls over to her hands and knees, pushing up to her feet only to be met with a series of forearm smashes to her jaw as Val backs her up against the turnbuckles. Another two forearm smashes keep her there before the Edinburgh native fires her across the ring. Wendy hits the opposite turnbuckles and Valerie chases her in, stepping up on the middle rope and attempting an enzugiri that sees Briese duck her head in the nick of time. As Lamb lands on her feet, Wendy begins to fire off kicks at her legs and midsection backing her opponent up. With a quick step forward, Briese lands a front kick into her foe’s middle and as she holds her gut, Wendy hooks her head spins her around and snaps off a suplex.

Mark: Hitting the ropes seems to have woken Wendy up, and look at her go! Beautiful suplex right there.

Mai: She probably likes it fast, she’s religious. Less self pity that way.

The two wrestlers get to their feet simultaneously and Wendy strikes first, charging at Valerie and taking her down to the canvas with a clothesline. Again the Scotland native pushes up to her feet and gets taken back down to the mat face first courtesy of a bulldog from her opponent. Lamb starts to rise yet again only to get locked in a Muay Thai clinch and receive knees into her abdomen as Wendy brings her to her feet. As she delivers the fifth knee, Wendy pulls her opponent into a Uranage Suplex. As Val crashes into the mat, Wendy dives on top of her to make the cover.

One…

Two…

Mark: Textbook Uranage suplex, and Wendy gets a two count. I could call technical matches like this all day.

Mai: I want someone to use a chair….

Val kicks out of the pinfall and gets to one knee and immediately gets an arm to take the brunt of the impact from a Shining Wizard attempt. The force of the blow sends Lamb face first to the mat and immediately the woman from Indianapolis grabs hold of her legs, locking in a sharpshooter. As soon as Wendy sits down in the hold, Val pushes up and quickly drags herself to the ring ropes, wrapping her hand around the bottom one. Fisk calls for the break and Wendy immediately obliges the official, releasing the hold, moving away from Val. Waiting until the Edinburgh native is back on her feet before going back on the attack, catching with a chop to the chest. Taking her by the wrist, Wendy sends Val in for the ride and looks to catch her on the return with a dropkick but gets nothing thanks to the girl from Edinburgh grabbing hold of the top rope to stop her in her tracks.

Mai: It helps if they are closer to you for the dropkick, Wendy.

Mark: Briese set too early, and Val was able to avoid the contact. Briese’s head didn’t though, with the mat!

This time it’s Lamb’s turn to wait for Wendy to rise, charging towards her as she begins to get her feet underneath her and lands a Thesz press, immediately peppering the woman caught underneath her with right and left hands. At Fisk’s instructions, Val gets back to her feet, dropping back to the ring ropes, bouncing off them and launching herself into a baseball slide into Wendy’s head. Briese starts to get to her feet only to get launched backwards with a German Suplex. Val doesn’t release her hold, popping her hips as comes to her feet and delivers a second German suplex. A third follows before Val gets up on her tiptoes to bridge for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Mai: Everyone loves to do the rolling Germans! I’d like to have a German or two to roll, if I’m honest.

Mark: While Mai is drooling over here, Val with a near fall on Wendy after the successive suplexes.

On two and a half, Wendy manages to kick out of the pin attempt and rolls off to one side, pushing up to her knees at the same time as Val and the Edinburgher looks to keep her advantage through a haymaker right hand. She throws a second that also finds it mark as they both get to one knee and a third with the same results as they make it to their feet causing Wendy to step back and Val uses the space between them to land a roundhouse kick to her head. Wendy staggers before dropping to one knee and Val steps forward delivering a knee into her chest. Briese gets yanked upwards, lifted off her feet and gets the small of her back driven down into Valerie’s bended knee. Lifting her back onto her feet, Valerie sends Wendy into the ropes and drills her into the ring mat with a snap powerslam on her return. Arching her back in pain on impact Wendy starts to roll to her front, only for Val to grab her legs and lock in a Boston Crab, sitting down low and pulling back on her legs as she bends Wendy’s back.

Mark: Old school right here, the Boston Crab. This right here is a wear down hold, and Val’s looking to take some of the starch out of the Indianapolis native.

Mai: I used to pay a young latino boy to do this to me once upon a time, and then he’d roll me over and..

Fisk gets into position to ask Wendy if she wants to quit and gets a very definite ‘No’ from the woman from Indianapolis. Fighting against the hold, Wendy inches across the ring towards the ropes, reaching out as she makes progress and when she finds her fingertips millimetres away, Val stands up and drags her back to the middle of the ring. With the hold loosened, Wendy pushes upwards and backwards, twisting and contorting her body back through Val’s legs. Hunkering down, Lamb attempts to alter and tighten her grip around her opponents ankles and gets a right hand to the face for her troubles, before Wendy manages to sit up a little more, wrapping an arm around her head and pulling her down into a small package roll up.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mark: Almost a three right there, I think the small package surprised Val!

Val kicks out, the pair separating and Val gets back to her feet, charging at Wendy and knocking the breath out of her with a running knee into her abdomen. Before Wendy can recover, Val lifts her onto her shoulder and moves quickly towards the nearest corner and drops her opponent face first into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Landing on her feet, Briese stumbles backward straight into Vals clutches and a back suplex. Val gets back to her feet and swiftly moves to the corner, climbing up the inside to the middle turnbuckle as Wendy rolls to her front and flies with an elbow drop right into the bottom of Wendy’s spine. Wendy lets out another cry of pain as her opponent crashes into her body while Val follows up by locking in the Rapturous Descent STF submission hold.

Mai: Wendy’s getting stretched like Silly Putty….that metaphor got away from me.

Mark: Val locked in the STF, and Wendy better find a way out of it or she is going to be another step backwards from contending again for the FFW Championship!

Again the former No Surrender Champion refuses to tap out as Fisk checks on the hold and asks her the question, choosing instead to move sideways in a series of lurches and grab hold of the bottom rope. Fisk begins the five count, Val using all of it before she breaks the hold on four and rolls away. Patiently Val waits for the Indianian to rise to one knee before pulling her to her feet and away from the ropes locking in a front facelock before lifting her vertically and stalling for a good thirty or forty seconds to let all the blood rush to Wendy’s head before completing the suplex. Wendy sits up on impact, holding the small of her back, only for Lamb to pull her arm out of her way and deliver a stiff kick into her back before following it up with two more to her chest, knocking the submission specialist back to a prone position. Heading to the ropes, Val springboards off the middle rope and into a moonsault that lands perfectly and she holds on for a pin.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: And another near fall for Valerie, can you tell how much she wants this?

Wendy kicks out before the three as Val, holds her head in her hands, coming to her feet as she checks the count with the official getting the two confirmed. Moving towards the corner, the Scottish wrestler climbs to the top rope, urging the crowd to get louder. Her wish is fulfilled as she waits for Wendy Briese to get to her feet before flying off the top landing on her shoulders and looking for a hurricanrana only for Wendy to push her off her. Lamb lands on her feet and steps backward, regaining her balance and as she does so Wendy skips forward and launches a superkick to the jaw. Valerie falls backward as Wendy drops to her knees, holding her back taking a couple of moments before starting to crawl forward and makes the pin, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: What is it that Amaro calls that? The cheat code of professional wrestling? Didn’t work, now if she had had a steel plate in her boot...game over!

Val rolls a shoulder before the three count and Wendy rolls away. Slowly the two start to come to their feet and Wendy gains the upperhand with a martial arts kick into her midsection to double her over and quickly drives her head into the canvas with a DDT and Wendy transitions through the impact move into a front facelock. Val slowly pushes up to her feet, Wendy keeping the facelock held in tight and begins to delivers knees into her chest once more before lifting her upwards and sending her back into the mat face first with a falcon arrow. Heading towards the ring ropes, Wendy Briese springboards off them and lands a leg drop across the back of Val’s neck and rolls her over for the cover, hooking the leg once more.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

NO!!!!

Mark: That was close! That was so close, I thought she had it!

Mai: Yes, the dreaded legdrop has ended many matches in wrestling….brother!

Val rolls the shoulder once again a moment before the three count. Wendy doesn’t question the referee’s decision as she grabs hold of one of Val’s legs, rolling her back over onto her back and delivers a leg drop to the knee before twisting her leg upwards and tying her up into the Celtic Knot, pushing at Val’s knee with her free leg. Val grimaces in agony as Wendy increases the pressure on her leg but refuses to quit. Instead she starts to slide her away across the canvas towards the ropes. Wendy doesn’t let her get there, releasing the hold as she gets close and pulling her by the ankle back to the middle of the ring where she applies a figure four.

Mai: Ahh, the figure four. I knew a young Cambodian boy who could apply this and do this thing with his fingers….

Mark: I’m begging anyone to just cut her microphone off, please.

Wendy Briese looks to make the hold as painful as possible. Val lays back on the mat in agony, refusing to quit and rolls her shoulder as Fisk makes the two count. Still refusing to quit, Val stays to rock from side to side slowly building momentum and despite Wendy’s best attempts to fight it. Finally, after an agonising few minutes locked in the hold, Val manages to roll onto her front, reversing the hold as she pushes upwards. Wendy lets out a yelp of pain as she drags them both over the canvas to the ropes. Fisk untangles the legs and Val immediately grabs hold of her knee in pain.

Mark: That’s the danger of the figure four. If you can roll to your stomach, your opponent is gonna feel all the pain you’ve been feeling. But the damage here may have been done.

Mai: ……….

Mark: You mean they actually cut you off?! Couldn’t we have done this three hours ago?

Wendy comes to her feet with the aid of the ropes, shaking off the pain in her legs and moves towards Lamb. Pulling her opponent to her feet, Wendy sends her into the corner and following in close behind, hitting her with a body splash. Quickly Wendy climbs to the top, hooking her opponents head and leaps looking for the Tornado DDT but never gets a chance to deliver it, Lamb managing to counter it as she holds Wendy Briese up, spins and drives the small of her back - the same area she was targeting earlier - straight into the top turnbuckle. Wendy lets out a cry of pain, releasing her foes head and Val spins once more and delivers a devastating spinebuster as she steps towards the middle of the ring, falling backwards into a sitting position after landing it. Val takes a moment to catch her breath before she crawls forward and makes a cover on Wendy Briese.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark: Big time spinebuster from Val, and I thought it was over right there! You couldn’t have gotten a paint job between Fisk’s hand and the mat.

Mai: ……………..

Mark: Thank you again to the production truck!

Wendy’s shoulder pops off the mat just in the nick of time, Fisk immediately waving off the three count and showing the two to the timekeepers, the capacity crowd and the worldwide PPV audience. Sitting up, Val questions him as Wendy rolls off her back, the Scottish wrestler getting shown the two and an explanation from Fisk as to how close it was. Shaking her head Val pushes up to her feet, favouring her injured leg and signals to the crowd for the gutwrench powerbomb, stalking her opponent. As Wendy got to her feet, Val kicked her in the gut, wrapped her arms around her waist lifted her up off her feet, spinning her around, onto her shoulders only for Wendy to push herself away, out of the move and landing on her feet. As Val straightens up, Wendy catches her in the breadbasket with a front kick that causes her to double up. Immediately Wendy is upon her, hooking her arms, lifting her up and falling forward to drive the back of her head and shoulders into the ring mat and folding her body up like a concertina as she spikes her down with a tiger driver ‘91. As Val’s body begins to unfold, Wendy crawls forward, stacking her up as she presses her shoulders down into the mat.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

Mark: Wendy breaking out a new move I haven’t seen her use, a tiger driver! And that was all she wrote!

Mai: …………

Mark: You can turn her microphone back on now…

Mai: Finally!

Fisk calls for the bell, helping Wendy to her feet and raising her hand in victory as Valerie rolls to the apron, holding the back of her head.

Cory: Here is your winner, by means of pinfall….WENDY BRIESE!!!

Mark: Wendy Briese has earned herself a shot at the FFW Championship, and in just a matter of moments, we’ll find out who she could face to challenge for it! Mika vs. Scarlett is next!

Mai: I would like to say that--

As Vincent helped Valerie Lamb up the entrance way, Wendy Briese celebrated in the ring before the show cuts backstage.




Anarchy Bound

We cut to the backstage area again as we see Amber Carano standing by in front of the Sin & Sacrifice set. She smiles to the camera before she begins.

Amber: So much history has been made already tonight here at Sin & Sacrifice in the Motor City. We’ve seen three new champions crowned, and the fourth and most important title match is coming up next! We’ve crowned new tag champions, we have a new Evolution Champion in Aimee Easter, and a new Ultraviolence Champion in Destiny Campbell. And I’m about to be joined by the owner of FFW, Samantha Star, who has some announcements of her own to make.

On cue, that is when the owner walks into the shot, joining Amber.

Amber: Miss Star, tonight is definitely a historic night in FFW so far. I understand you have some things you want to bring up. Before you do that, I was wondering if you had an update on Mercedes Vargas, who we saw earlier and was unable to compete in her match.

Samantha: I do. Miss Vargas was knocked unconscious after being busted open backstage. No serious injury took place, and she should be fine to compete after a bit of recuperation. She has  informed that it was indeed Miss Lozano and her bodyguard who was responsible for what happened. However, what happened tonight puts us in a predicament where we promised a match to our paying audience that we were unable to deliver. At least tonight. On the next edition of Velocity from Cardiff, we will deliver this match. It will be Mercedes Vargas versus Valentina Lozano in a No Disqualification match.

That draws a pop from the crowd.

Amber: So you’ve booked the rematch for Velocity in just ten days, I’m also glad to hear that Mercedes is going to be alright. What else did you have to announce?

Samantha: Congratulations to all the new champions we have crowned thus far tonight. Each of them will learn that becoming a champion makes you even more of a target, though I’d argue all of them already know this. I’ll start with Miss Easter, the new Evolution Champion. I have already deemed the number one contender to her title to be Kasey Summers, who she will meet at Anarchy on December 5. However, Samara does have a rematch clause. And she will get her rematch as a result prior to Anarchy.

Amber nods as she listens, while Samantha continues.

Samantha: I’m also booking for Anarchy a tag team grudge match. I’m sure all of us have seen the ongoing war of words and actions between the teams of the Rocking Kittens and Dark Fantasy. Well at Anarchy, they will meet with an opportunity to challenge for the FFW Unity Tag Team Championship on the line. We are going to settle this issue once and for all at Anarchy.

Amber: Already two more matches signed for Anarchy. Kasey Summers gets her Evolution title shot, and Dark Fantasy to meet the Rocking Kittens for a shot at the Unity Tag Team Titles!

Samantha: I’ve already congratulated Jodie Gray recently on becoming the Future Shock Champion of Champions. And she can proclaim herself the face of Future Shock, if she wishes. But given the high ratings from the season, it is clear to me that our FFW faithful would be interested to see what would have happened if.

Amber: What do you mean?

Samantha: Simple. Jodie Gray is the champion of Season 15, and shall forever be known as such. But at Anarchy, she will face the woman who was the runner up to that match. On December 5th in San Antonio at Anarchy, she will go one on one with Serafina DeCaro.

Amber: Serafina meets Jodie one on one at Anarchy too? Anything else?

Samantha: One more thing, yes. Congratulations to Wendy Briese on earning herself a FFW Championship match. And she will receive it. And depending on the outcome of the main event, she may see it at Anarchy. Because I am booking two matches for that show. One, Wendy Briese will face Mika Demidov in a rematch from Unstoppable. If Mika is the champion, it will be for the FFW Championship. I am also booking Scarlett Kincaid, for the first time ever, to go one on one with Tara Thunder. And if Scarlett is the champion, that will be for the FFW Championship. The FFW Championship picture is growing, and all of these women deserve to be part of it. For our final Pay Per View of 2014, we’re going out with a bang, Miss Carano.

Samantha exits the interview position as Amber seems out of words at what she just heard.

[Adam Grant]

A highlight package of the rivalry between Mika and Scarlett is shown, dating back several months and including the replayed clip from Relentless as well as the war of words between them. We then cut back to the ring as Cory stands by.

Zack: It’s main event time! The time for talk is over, Mika Demidov and Scarlett Kincaid are about to meet one on one for the first time since Relentless with the FFW Championship hanging in the balance.

Erica: Mika has been like an avalanche since she won the title, steamrolling past three Hall of Famers in about two months! Tonight, it’s on the challenger to prove she can defeat Mika!

The lights go out  as Into The Sun by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die replaced only by a bright white spotlight shines down onto the middle of the entrance ramp where Scarlett Kincaidt. As the first verse is sung, She stands there, head down, breathing deep and composing herself. As it finishes she pats the sides of the belt, bringing attention to it before starts to head toward the ring, ignoring every single fan on the way down the entrance ramp.

Turning back to the ring she climbs onto the apron and stands in the middle of the ropes. Pausing for a couple of seconds to take a deep breath she looks to her left and right, grabs the top rope and catapults herself into the ring, landing on her feet she charges to the opposite corner she leaps to the top. Finally she turns and drops to sit on the top turnbuckle, looking into the ring, nodding her head along to the song as it draws to a close and the lights return to normal. She drops onto her feet, kissing two of her fingertips she presses the kiss against two small sets of initials - EK & EGD - embroidered on her ring gear at her hips.

Cory: Standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 123lbs and hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Please welcome…. SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

Zack Conspicuous by his absence because of a self-imposed exile is Scarlett’s husband. But the Cajun better have her mind on Mika, otherwise we are going to see a repeat of what we saw back at Relentless.

Erica: I’m positive Scarlett knows how to compartmentalize her thoughts. There aren’t many who are as good in big match environments as she is.

Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and 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, handing the belt to an assistant at ringside and finally faces her opposition across the ring.

Zack: Mika Demidov may not have a lot of fans, but she doesn’t care or want them! She’s held onto that title now since May and has turned back every challenge along the way.

Erica: She’s come a long way from the woman many didn’t take seriously a couple years ago. And by virtue of holding that title, she’s proven them all wrong about her.

Referee Jennifer Stringer takes the FFW Championship from Mika, raising it into the air before she calls for the bell. She quickly hands it off to Cory as he exits the ring. Scarlett and Mika look across at one another before they circle and move in closer. The two lock up in the center of the ring with Scarlett starting to force Mika back. But the blonde stops her progress with a short knee into the abdomen. A second one follows that before she pulls Scarlett back up and hammers her with a pair of right hands to the side of the head. A leg sweep takes her down to the mat as Mika rolls her over and starts to drive her knee into Scarlett’s spine three times over. Demidov mounts her back and starts paint brushing the back of her head with a cackle before she rolls back to her feet.

Zack: Mika already trying to get Scarlett off her gameplan by trying to show her up here in the earlygoing.

Erica: Well it worked at Relentless. So why not give it a shot again, right?!

Mika gets back to her feet as Scarlett does the same, but the Russian is already at her before she turn around. A few well placed hammering forearms land on the back of her head as she grabs her hair and begins to drive her face into the turnbuckle. Mika strikes twice more before she spins Scarlett around and goes to send her across for the ride. But Scarlett puts on the brakes and delivers a spinning backfist to her jaw instead. Mika staggers back on impact as Scarlett lowers her shoulder and begins to hammer shots into her midsection in the corner. She snaps her arms around her waist and brings her down with a belly to belly suplex, driving her into the mat. Kincaid reaches across to hook her leg for a cover. But Mika rolls out of the way to break it up. The Cajun follows after her as Mika catches her with an elbow to the side of the head that stuns her. Demidov slowly gets back to her feet, hammering clubbing blows across Kincaid’s lower back before she pulls her up and locks in an abdominal stretch.

Zack: If I was to guess, I’d say Mika may be setting up for the Soviet Burial. She seems to be fixated on Scarlett’s back, and this abdominal stretch will certainly move her closer to that goal.

Erica: Yup. This hurts about five different areas in your back, and the way Mika has it applied is almost the textbook execution.

Stringer dropped down to ask Scarlett if she wanted to submit as Mika reached across and hooked the top rope with her hand. Scarlett’s face became more awash in pain than before as Mika used the added leverage to increase the pressure. Stringer peered in the other direction after Mika let go, hammering a few fists into Scarlett’s ribs before the referee went back to checking on Scarlett. The FFW Champion reached across and grabbed the rope again. The fans were trying to get the referee to look, and as Stringer turned to see, Mika had let go and had her hand resting on Scarlett’s hip.

Erica: Mika is playing the referee like a violin, and getting away with it too! That move hurts enough without you having the added pressure of the top rope in your free hand.

Zack: Mika is really going to work on Scarlett’s back here. And Kincaid’s going to be sore as hell before the weekend is over if she doesn’t find a way to counter this.

Mika glanced to see where the referee was looking, and immediately reached for the top rope again. Scarlett’s face contorted in greater pain as Stringer crawled around the other side, jumping to her feet and kicking Mika’s hand off the top rope. Scarlett immediately used a hiptoss to bring Mika up and over to the mat. Demidov got back to her feet, giving Stringer some static for what she did. Meanwhile, Scarlett moved in behind her and caught her with a full nelson into a slam. She held her lower back in pain as Mika started to stir on the canvas. Kincaid pulled her back up to her feet before she fired her into the far corner. Mika crashed back first as Scarlett took off after her, delivering a running midair knee strike to her head. And as Mika staggered out of the corner, the challenger caught her with a running bulldog into the canvas! She quickly rolled her over into a cover!

Erica: Now that was an excellent series of moves from Scarlett, and now Mika’s pinned!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Zack: And Mika’s not worn down enough yet, but you can bet that offense just now rung her bell considerably!

Scarlett rolled Mika onto her stomach, driving forearms into the back of her head before she got back to her feet. The challenger pulled her back up, and scooped her up with her arm behind her back into a powerslam. Mika rolled to her stomach to try to get to her feet before the challenger scooped her up and delivered a shoulder breaker, driving her knee into Mika’s shoulder and once more dropping her on the mat on that same arm. She got back to her feet, grabbing the champion’s left arm before she stepped through and applied a cross armbreaker! The fans came to their feet as Scarlett tried to straighten Mika’s arm, as the Russian fought to keep it bent!

Zack: Mika’s fighting for all she’s worth to avoid Scarlett locking in that armbreaker, and look at Kincaid trying to overpower her!

Erica: Mika knows that she doesn’t want to be caught in that move at all, it’s almost as bad as the Kimura Scarlett likes to use as well! Both holds will make your arm useless!

Scarlett pulled to try to get Mika’s arm to straighten before she dropped her leg across her head, and finally made it happen. Kincaid locked her ankles around that arm and began to pull on it, causing Mika to shout in pain. The referee moved into position, asking Mika if she wanted to quit. The FFW Champion shouted in pain as Scarlett cranked on the arm, trying to increase the pressure even more than before. Stringer continued to ask the champion if she wanted to submit, but Mika shouted a negative response. The Russian champion kicked her legs out, causing one of them to land on the adjacent bottom rope. Stringer called for the break as Scarlett let go immediately.

Erica: Mika just happened to notice the ropes were in reach with her legs, and finally got some relief!

Zack: That armbreaker can make you forget where you are, it’s just that painful! And Scarlett’s already softening up for the Kimura. You can feel it!

Kincaid got back to her feet, reaching down to grab Mika’s arm again before Demidov pelted her with kicks to the side of her head. Three in a row caused the challenger to stumble away and drop to her knees before Mika rolled to her feet, favoring her arm before she took off and caught Scarlett as she was getting up with a running neckbreaker out of the corner. Scarlett was slow to get up before Mika pulled her head between her legs. She gingerly wrapped her arms around her waist and dropped backwards with a piledriver, dropping the challenger right on her head!

Zack: And that piledriver won’t do Scarlett any favors! Mika planted her right where she wanted her, and we’ve got a cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett’s arm came up before the three as Mika  looked none too happy about it. The champion pulled her back up to her feet, whipping her with velocity into the far corner. Scarlett struck hard as Mika followed her in, delivering a roaring elbow right to her head!

Zack: Mika’s really pressing the advantage, notice how she’s using the other arm now!

Erica: Of course, the left arm probably feels like there’s a knife cutting through it right now!

She pulled her out, and hung her upside down in the corner into a tree of woe. Mika unleashed a torrent of kicks to her body and head before she rolled out to the floor. She grabbed her head and began to pull backwards, contorting her body at a very painful angle and causing the challenger to shout in pain. Stringer began a ten count in the ring, demanding she release the hold. Mika finally did so before Scarlett tumbled over and landed on the mat. Demidov pulled Scarlett towards the apron, letting her head hang over the floor before the champion climbed up onto the apron. She backed up into the corner and took off, delivering a leg drop into Scarlett’s chest! Mika rolled off to the floor and then back up onto the apron as Scarlett rolled back into the ring again. The redhead tried to get up as Mika reached over the top rope and pulled her up, locking her head into position for a vertical suplex!

Zack: NOT ON THE FLOOR!! Mika’s going to drop Scarlett right here!!

And as Mika went to hoist her up, Scarlett blocked it. Demidov tried a second time, only for it to be blocked. Scarlett fired a pair of shots into her ribs, causing her to let go finally. And when she did, the challenger grabbed her head and dropped it down across the top rope! Mika stumbled backwards coughing heavily, but landed on her feet at ringside. Kincaid took off for the far side into a rebound and flew over the top rope with a suicide dive onto the champion. And the fans erupted!

Erica: When Scarlett counters a suplex, she really counters it! An epic suicide dive that took Mika out in one fell swoop!

Zack: That was a thing of beauty, and Kincaid’s starting to take some chances! And that was a major one right there! But she can’t beat the champion on the floor, not if she wants the title back!

Scarlett got back to her feet, pulling Mika up with her before she pinned her arm behind her back and drove her into the apron. She scooped her up and shoved her into the ring before sliding in after her. She quickly reached across and hooked her leg. Stringer fell into position to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mika’s arm came up before the three as Scarlett reached across to grab it. She pulled it towards her and pressed it into the mat before she kicked her feet into the air and drove her knee into Mika’s shoulder.

Erica: Near fall for Scarlett, and now she’s back to punishing that arm and shoulder again. She’s hella focused tonight! She’s not let Mika get to her, that’s what cost her the last time.

Zack: You got that right! We are definitely seeing a more focused Scarlett than what we saw the last time she faced Mika at Relentless earlier this year.

The challenger got back to her feet, pulling Mika up by that same arm before she began to fire stiff front kicks into it. The champion yelped in pain as she finally got back to her feet. Kincaid went to deliver a pumphandle slam, but Mika countered it with a headbutt into her face. This staggered the challenger backwards before Mika delivered a yakuza kick into her chest. Scarlett dropped like a rock as Mika moved towards the far corner. She crouched down, clutching her arm to her side as she measured. Scarlett started to get back to her hands and knees, and Mika took off with a violent punt straight to her head! Kincaid collapsed to the mat on impact, unmoving!

Zack: For the love of God, Mika just scrambled Scarlett’s brains with that vile punt! And Kincaid is out cold!

Erica: One move, and Mika’s about to retain the title right now! I think you’re right, Scarlett’s cold as a mackerel, as my husband says.

Mika floated across, making the cover before the referee dove into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!!

Scarlett got her leg across the bottom rope, causing Stringer to stop her count and point it out to Mika. The champion scoffed as she saw it, rising to her feet slowly.

Zack: I don’t know how she even knew where she was, but Scarlett managed to stop the count! Mika’s arm may be hurt too much to hook a leg.

Erica: I think if she had hooked it, the match would be over! But like you say, the damage to the arm is already done! That arm could be useless to Mika for the rest of this match.

Mika dragged Scarlett towards the center of the ring and grabbed her feet. She stepped through, looking for the Texas Cloverleaf submission. But Scarlett brought her knees up and kicked her off. Mika stumbled backwards a couple steps but immediately went right back for it again. She reached down to grab her feet again as Scarlet surprised her with a small package! The fans came to their feet!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mika kicked out of the package before the three, hammering Scarlett’s head with her good arm. She pulled the Cajun up to her feet and rammed her back first into the turnbuckles. A couple shoulder blocks followed that before she whipped her across for the ride. Kincaid crashed against the far side violently, hanging in the corner!

Zack: That was close, Scarlett surprised Mika with that rollup and Mika’s making her pay for it too!!

Erica: Mika wasn’t ready for that one, she was looking to pay homage to her sister with the cloverleaf, but it wasn’t meant to be!

Mika looked across the ring at her opponent and took off in a run. She went for a running shoulder block in the corner, but Scarlett dodged out of the way. Mika crashed shoulder first into the corner, causing her face to be frozen briefly in pain. She slowly began to try to extricate herself from the corner, and as she turned around, Scarlett grabbed that arm and fell back to the mat with the Kimura locked in!

Zack: Scarlett’s got the Kimura!! Mika hit the corner like a runaway train, but no one was home!

Erica: And now Mika MUST find a way to either get out of this hold or find a way to break it! Because she could get her arm broken right here!

Mika screamed in pain as Scarlett applied the pressure on her arm, cranking back as much as she could. The champion reached desperately for the ropes as Scarlett tried to pull in the other direction. The champion shouted in abject agony as she tried to grab the bottom rope. Stringer moved around to monitor the situation as the fans in Ford Field were on their feet in anticipation. Mika pulled at her own hair and screamed in pain before she reached for the ropes again. Stringer continued to ask her if she wanted to quit.

Zack: You can hear the screams of the champion, she’s been here before...just like many other women in FFW! Her arm must feel like it’s on fire!

Erica: After all the damage that’s been done to it, it’s probably even worse than that! She’s clawing for the bottom rope! I’m amazed she’s lasted this long!

Mika clawed towards the ropes, just barely finally getting her fingertip across it before Kincaid rolled over in the hold, pulling Mika up and over the top of her into the center of the ring. The champion smacked the mat as Scarlett wrapped her legs around her waist this time! The challenger’s face showed all the intensity as she saw Mika again trying to make it to the ropes, which were even farther away than they were before.

Erica: I can’t remember anyone lasting this long in the Kimura, but like her or not, Mika’s doing everything she can to get out of it!

Zack: Kincaid’s worked that arm over this entire match practically, and Mika’s either going to tap out or sustain long term serious injury!

Scarlett increased the pressure as she started trying to push Mika’s hand away from her body. Demidov reached again for the ropes, trying to grab anything she could get her hands on before she finally tapped out. Stringer immediately called for the bell as Scarlett released the hold.

Zack: SHE DID IT!! SHE DID IT!! SCARLETT’S MADE HISTORY!!

Erica: I can’t believe Mike lasted in that move as long as she did, and I don’t blame her for what she did! She was caught, and she knew it!

Cory: The winner of this match….and for a record breaking FOURTH TIME….your NEW FFW CHAMPION…………..SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

The fans throughout the arena exploded as fireworks shot through the rafters around the massive stadium The fans were thunderous as Stringer handed Scarlett the FFW Championship, which she raised and clutched to her body afterwards.

Zack: History has been made here tonight at Sin & Sacrifice! Scarlett Kincaid has become the first ever four time….count’em FOUR time...FFW Champion!!

Erica: Can’t take anything away from her! She learned her lesson from what happened at Relentless when I honestly believe she took Mika lightly! And tonight, she proved what she can do when she’s totally focused on the task at hand! Scarlett’s back in the driver’s seat!

Zack: The Hall of Famer just did something no one’s ever done before, and look at the elation on her face as a result!

Erica: Well deserved too, that’s something every woman on this roster would love to have and call their own!

Scarlett got to her feet, climbing the turnbuckle for a moment before she rolled out to the floor and circled the ring, slapping hands with the fans around ringside.

Zack: Sin & Sacrifice will go down in the history books for many reasons, but chief among them being the fact we crowned a new FFW Champion! Congratulations to Scarlett, the Red Star Reign ended here tonight in the Motor City!

Erica: Oh, Mika will be wanting her rematch, believe me! Scarlett’s got the bullseye on her now, but Mika and Wendy and Tara….they all will be knocking on her door!

Zack: For Erica Horton and the entire broadcast team, I’m Zack Hudson thanking you for being here with us tonight for this rollercoaster of emotion! Sin & Sacrifice here in Detroit, it really was one….ONE OF A KIND!

Breaking Point’s “One of A Kind” begins to play for the television audience as they are shown highlights from the night’s event before the FFW logo flashes across the screen. And the fifth annual Sin & Sacrifice fades off the air.