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FFW Anarchy - December 6, 2014

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Femme Fatale Wrestling
Presents
A Shooting Star Production
FFW Anarchy 2014
Live from AT&T Stadium in Dallas, Texas!
December 6, 2014


The FFW logo is shown with the world revolving behind it before we are shown a video package highlighting the main event for the FFW Championship between Scarlett and Tara. And then the history between Mika and Wendy is shown, as well as clips from the Femme for All tournament with the finals tonight between Crystal Hilton and Valentina Lozano. And from there, we go live inside AT&T Stadium as a deafening roar erupts from the crowd as “We Own It” by 2 Chainz feat. Wiz Khalifa blares throughout the stadium.

Pyrotechnics explode all over the stage, falling from the rafters and then fire shoots from the ring posts. The camera pans the crowd as hundreds of signs wave as the crowd continues to roar with the music playing.

Mark: All roads lead to AT&T Stadium, where over one hundred thousand fans from all over the world have come for the final FFW Pay Per View of 2014! You are listening to the deafening roar of 104,223 people who have sold out the home of Dallas Cowboys here in the Big D for Anarchy! Four titles on the line guaranteed, with a fifth looming possibly!

Zack: And that is all capped off with a first ever meeting, a match over three years in the making when Scarlett Kincaid faces one of the toughest defenses of her career in Tara Thunder! Tara’s never had a shot at the title, but that’ll change tonight! Is Tara Thunder leaving Dallas with the richest prize in FFW?

Mark: The finals of the Femme for All are tonight as Crystal Hilton tries to finally earn herself a shot at the FFW Championship when she defeats a woman of destiny in Valentina Lozano! In only a year, Lozano is one match away from competing for the big one! She’s been the story of this tournament, as I saw someone say on Twitter, and I couldn’t agree more!

Zack: It’ll be a rematch from the main event of Unstoppable 5 when Wendy Briese looks to prove what happened in Los Angeles was a fluke when she meets Mika Demidov! There is no shortage of animosity in this one, and it’s going to be a rite of payback for the White Knight to try to even the series with the Red Queen.

Mark: We are all about to embark on one hell of a ride here tonight in Dallas, and thank you for joining us! Also tonight--

“Can’t Be Tamed” as performed by Miley Cyrus interrupts the announce team as it begins to play throughout the arena before the fans roar yet again before the owner of FFW steps out onto the stage. Her entrance video plays on the video wall behind her as Samantha is dressed in a blue business suit that matches the color of the Cowboys as she looks around the stadium.

Zack: Hold that thought, it looks like we are due for a visit from the owner of the company. And it sounds like Dallas is happy to see her.

Her music starts to fade out before she is handed a microphone as she stands at the top of the stage just in front of the ramp.

Samantha: Dallas, Texas…..welcome to Anarchy!

She gets another pop for mentioning the hometown before she continues.

Samantha: Tonight, all of you here in this stadium and watching around the world are part of history that will be made tonight. Just like each year, Anarchy tonight will set the stage for what is to come in 2015! Tonight, we crown a new Femme for All winner, giving one of two women a shot at the FFW Championship! Neither woman has ever challenged for the title, and someone will get their first shot as a result. But you also have a woman long overdue for a chance at the FFW Championship getting her shot tonight for the first time in her three plus years here, that being Tara Thunder.

The mention of Tara’s name draws some boos from the fans in the stadium.

Samantha: Whether she is beloved or not, Tara has more than earned this chance tonight and there is no fair-minded reason she doesn’t deserve it. Good luck to both women tonight. This main event is a dream match that people have talked about for years, and we’ll answer the question tonight. But with that said, there is one thing I came out here tonight to discuss with you.

She pauses briefly.

Samantha: FFW has always responded to fan reaction and what you want. We have an entire show totally devoted to your wants. And right now, one of the biggest discussions going on revolves around the situation that has developed between Cody Kincaid and Isabella Mackenzie.

Cody’s name draws quite a pop as Isabella’s gets just the opposite.

Samantha: Many of you were happy to see Isabella return at Unstoppable, but seem to have since changed your minds. So tonight, I am announcing a public fan poll that is live right now on the FFW site. The poll asks you, the FFW faithful, who do you prefer in a position of power in FFW? Cody Kincaid...or Isabella Mackenzie? Go to our website and cast your vote, and let me assure you….whoever you vote for, I will take steps to ensure you get what you want.

Zack: A fan poll asking the fans which of the two they prefer? But it’s that last part that has my curiosity. It almost sounds like whoever loses the poll, Samantha is going to…

Mark: It really does, and I have a feeling we are going to see a landslide for this one!

Samantha: And on the first show of 2015 at Breaking Point in Hawaii on January 10, the poll results will be revealed when both Cody and Isabella will join me in the ring for a public performance review!

Mark: A public performance review for Isabella and Cody on the first show of the year? Oh boy, I have a feeling if that poll results the way I think it will, we may see Isabella get the boot live at Breaking Point! Wow!

Zack: Someone’s career...likely Isabella’s...in FFW may end on a sour note on January 10th at Breaking Point with the results of this poll and Samantha’s public performance review! Head to the FFW website and cast your votes, fans! Because you may be about to shape the future of executive power in this company!

Samantha: But for now...let Anarchy begin!

Samantha’s music plays again as she heads towards the back with a graphic on the screen regarding the poll. And as the music fades out, we cut back to the ring as Cory Kincaid makes his way inside it for the first match.




Cory: The opening match of Anarchy is a triple threat elimination match, where the winner will receive a FFW Television Championship match!

Zack: We’re gonna kick this event off with a number one contenders match!

Erica: That we are, and frankly I already know who I hope wins this thing.

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 first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 117 lbs… Freya Kane!!!

Zack: That right there is my odds on favorite for this thing, Freya’s been on a roll!

Erica: And she’s my favorite too! The other two tend to annoy me, if I’m honest.

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. 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: And her opponents! First, from Miami, Florida, at 5’5” and 113 pounds… Hope Dawson!!!

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.

Zack: Hope here has an awesome opportunity to make 2015 big for her career, if she can focus on the match and not her rage towards Kimmi Hate for what she’s tried to do to her son.

Erica: Hope makes my head hurt with the things she says and does, but you’re right. If she can do this tonight, she’ll silence a lot of critics.

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: And from Westfield, New Jersey! This is….KIMMI HATE!!!

Zack: One of FFW’s more controversial women given some of her past actions, but tonight she has a chance to earn herself a title shot.

Erica: I’d rather see her choke on it!

As the match begins, Freya, Hope and Kimmi start eyeing one another, unsure at what to do, studying the best moment to make the first move. When Kimmi feints that she's going to attack Hope, Freya notices the opportunity and attacks both of them with a double clothesline, making both rivals crumble to the mat. Freya then directs her sights to Hope, bringing her up and whipping her into the ropes. Hope, however, plants her feet and sends Freya running instead. Freya bounces, and as she comes back, she predicts Hope’s big boot, sliding right under it and lifting Hope in what could as well be an atomic drop, but is turned into a knee slam as Hope’s leg folds and she hits the mat with her knee cap. Kmmi, who’s already up, attacks Freya with a superkick… NO! Freya again ducks the attack showing all her veteran’s wiliness, and waits for Kimmi to regain her balance to take her down with a short arm lariat.

Erica: See?! That’s why it’s easy to root for Freya! She’s easily the most experienced, and is putting on a clinic right from the beginning!

Zack: That’s right, counter after counter, and she’s building a great momentum early on in this match up!

Hope brings herself up, spinning Freya around and throwing her into the nearest corner. Freya hits the turnbuckles, and Hope then yanks Freya from that position, climbing to the second rope and then leaping into Freya with a diving crossbody… No! Freya holds Hope in the fallaway slam setup! Kane hoists Hope upwards and aims to dump her into the mat, but Hope wraps her arm around Freya’s neck and lands safely on the mat, taking Freya down with an inverted DDT. Freya arches her back in pain, while, unbeknownst to Hope, Kimmi is already bringing herself up.

Zack: Nice inverted DDT by Hope, but she has to remember she’s not alone in that ring.

Erica: she’s showing some spirit for once, and that’s awesome, but she has two dangerous women right there… One far more dangerous than the other. The other’s just annoying.

Without losing a beat, Hope brings Freya up to her feet and whips her to the ropes, waiting for her to come back. Freya, however, holds the top rope and doesn’t come back. Hope makes a beeline to Freya, only for Kimmi to attack her with a crossbody block, quickly rolling up and connecting a leg drop. Only then Freya launches herself from the ropes, sprinting into Kimmi, only for the redhead to take her down with a spine buster! Following that, Kimmi covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Freya kicks out with authority.

Zack: Nice looking spinebuster, but not enough to put Freya away.

Erica: She’s resilient enough to not be taken down by such a puny move.

Kimmi shakes her head and grabs a handful of Freya’s hair, bringing her up, putting the Irish wrestler in a headlock. Hope, though, is quick to end that party by striking Kimmi to the back with an elbow shot. Kimmi arches backwards, and Hope throws Kimmi into the turnbuckles. As she is there, Hope takes a bit of a distance and sprints into Kimmi, splashing into her with a stinger… NO! Kimmi rolls out of the way and Hope meets the tensors! As Hope staggers backwards, Kimmi hits the ropes and strikes Hope with a short arm lariat, taking her down. She quickly notices Freya getting back up, though, but is unable to stop the Tiger from pouncing on her, as Freya begins to unleash a barrage of mounted punches… which is stopped by Hope, who crashes into the scene with an axe handle punch.

Erica: I somehow have the impression Hope thinks this is an one and done deal. Wouldn’t she profit more if she allowed Freya to punish Kimm? And vice-versa?

Zack: Indeed she would, but at the same time, maybe she wants to make a point. that’s why she wants to be all over this match.

Freya gets back up,disgruntled, grabbing Hope by the shoulders and striking her with several elbow strikes to the face. She does that until Hope is dazed, only to walk backwards towards the ropes, bouncing on them and coming back with a belly to belly suplex that takes Hope down to the mat. Kimmi, who’s already up, just watches as Freya covers Hope.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NO! Hope kicks out.

Zack: Not yet, and… Here comes Kimmi!

Kimmi wastes no time at all attacking Freya with a DDT right when she gets back up, planting the Irish’s head into the mat. After that, Kimmi makes her way to the ropes and climbs to the top turnbuckle locking crosshairs at Freya, but Hope pops back up and hops onto the second rope, grabbing Kimmi’s head, trying to take her down from there! The two wrestlers trade punches, blows, slaps, trying to get the advantage over the other, until Kimmi throws a good sequence of palms to Hope’s face, dazing the Harvard graduate. With her most mischievous smirk, Kimmi hoists hope up on the corner and executes a thunderous superplex that rocks the ring! After that, she covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE-- NOOOOO!!! Somehow, Hope kicks out!

Erica: Okay, THAT was impressive! Hope found it in herself to survive after a roaring superplex! That yields respect.

Zack: Kimmi had nothing but bad intentions with that movement, yet Hope manages to keep her match alive!

Kimmi is beside herself as she immediately gets in the referee’s face complaining about thee count. What she is oblivious to is that Freya is already up, and the Tiger shoves Kimmi into the corner, and the redhead hits her shoulder against the top rope tensor. With a yelp, Kimmi turns around, holding her forearm, and Freya mounts the first rope, inviting the crowd to count with her as she goes for the 10-punch! One, two, three, four punches connect… until Kimmi lifts Freya by the stomach and slams her into the mat. With Freya down, Kimmi slowly makes her way up the turnbuckles, climbing to the top rope and locking aim, leaping from there and hitting a beautiful shooting star press, followed by a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NO!!! Freya kicks out!

Zack: Close, but no cigar! Beautiful shooting star press, yet Freya kicks out AGAIN!

Erica: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said it, but this woman is a star, and she won’t be taken down by any move! Work harder, Kim! Harder!

A disgruntled Kimmi throws a small tantrum seeing as she couldn’t put away neither of her opponents, getting up and making her way to a corner for a “breather” of sorts. And because of that temper, she doesn’t see as Hope gets back up, and when she turns around, it’s too late: Hope connects the splash clothesline she wanted to do before, and wrapping her arm around Kimmi’s opposite arm, she puts the redhead in the backslide setup… Only to go to her knees, executing a backbreaker, and then slides Kimmi over her for a bridging pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Kimmi backflips and escapes the pin, and Hope gets up only to eat a superkick by her red haired rival! But just as she regains balance, Freya sneaks up from behind her and grabs her by the collar, dumping her out of the ring!

Zack: Hope with the Backslide Driver, almost had Kimmi there… And there she goes!

Erica: I’m sure Freya and Hope will like it better if they can focus on one another without that annoying twat in between.

Freya then brings Hope up, and starts delivering European uppercut after European uppercut, eventually pressing Hope against a corner. Freya then takes a bit of a distance from Hope and prepares for a splashing attack, only for Hope to hold the top rope and propel herself upwards, striking Freya with a kick to the face. As Freya staggers to her back, Hope starts attacking her with a flurry of kicks to her legs and midsection, softening her for the following attacks. After that, she whipped Freya into the corner with such strength that Freya hit the turnbuckles and staggered to the center of the ring, only for Hope to leap to the second rope and attack Freya with a springboard crossbody, connecting with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Freya counters Hope’s cover by rolling her up! Now it’s hope with her back against the mat!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NOOOOO!!! Hope kicks out!

Erica: And AGAIN, Freya’s veteran card pays off! Another ring awareness clinic right there!

Zack: You can’t sleep on that woman indeed! But you have to recognize, Hope’s putting in a lot of effort tonight, look at how many times she’s been close to eliminating Freya or Kimmi tonight!

Both Freya and Hope get back up really fast, eventually locking up. While they’re measuring strengths, Kimmi slides back into the ring and comes from behind, striking the both of them with a dropkick. Hope tumbles out of the ring, while Freya holds the ropes and manages to keep herself on her two feet. Kane forces herself up, only for Kimmi to drive a big boot to her stomach, folding her over. After that, she whips Freya into the ropes, and Freya seizes that opportunity to try and boot Kimmi to the face, but Kimmi spears herself under Freya’s leg and hits the ropes behind the Irish wrestler herself. When she comes back, Kimmi leaps onto Freya’s shoulders and whirls around her, eventually locking her trademark octopus hold!

Zack: GRIS-GRIS COLLECTION! IF FREYA TAPS, SHE’S OUT!

Erica: This is THE move Freya did NOT want Kimmi to lock on her! Whenever Kimmi scores this octopus hold, it may as well be game over!

Hope rolls into the ring and watches as Freya struggles to break free from the Gris-Gris Collection, eventually “saving” the match for her former best friend as she jumps into the scene attacking Kimmi with a clothesline! Kimmi crumbles, and Freya crawls towards the corner to pick herself together. Hope then makes her way towards Kimmi and brings her up to her feet… Only for Kimmi to leap onto Hope’s shoulders, orbit around her and lock the Gris-Gris Collection AGAIN!

Erica: Hope saved Freya’s match, but now it’s HER that she’s in danger! and you’re on your own there, baby!

Zack: This may be it for Hope! She’s going to tap!

Hope doesn’t have the same spirit as Freya to fight her way to the ropes, and she struggles to break free from Kimmi’s octopus lock, but the redhead yanks on Hope’s arm as if she was trying to rip her limb away! Eventually… Hope taps out! But even after that, Kimmi won’t let go!

Zack: Hope taps! We’re down to Freya and Kimmi! But Kimmi won’t let go!

Erica: Way to be a bad sport, you twat! C’mon, knock it off already!

As Freya notices Kimmi won’t stop, even after being admonished by the referee, she pops back up and bounces on the ropes, attacking Kimmi with a barely legal knee to the side of the head, that would be enough to knock out any normal person! Kimmi crumbles to the side as Hope is helped out of the ring. Freya then stalks over Kimmi, waiting for the best moment to nail the curbstomp to her. Kimmi seems to be completely out of it, as she struggles to find where she is, tapping around for directions… And with that scene, the referee seems to miss it as Kimmi basically delivers a CUNT PUNCH to Freya’s intimate parts, doubling the Irish wrestler over! Kimmi takes that chance to roll Freya over in a schoolgirl pin!

Zack: SCHOOLGIRL!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NOOOOO!!! Freya forces out!

Zack: And it’s a two! freya keeps finding strength to kick out, even after Kimmi’s blatant low blow!

Erica: Kimmi’s got a lot of class in her, and all of it is low! How did the referee miss that crotch punch?!

Freya backflips back to her feet, snarling at the smiley Kimmi, and the two of them lock up. They measure strengths fiercely, turning handlocks into armlocks, and those into arm wrenches, until Freya manages to wrench Kimmi’s arm behind Freya. Hate yanked Freya’s arm as hard as she could, trying to soften her opponent up, only to shove her against the ropes. Freya bounced, and as she came back, Kimmi tried to leap onto her shoulders for the Gris-Gris Collection… but Freya quickly countered that by taking a sidestep and locking Kimmi’s head… Only to let it go, confusing the redhead until she felt the ferocious elbow shot to her head, taking her down in a heap!

Erica: D for Dead! Could as well be Kimmi’s status right now!

Zack: And that’s what Freya is looking for right now: to end this and punch her ticket into that TV Championship match!

Freya then brought Kimmi back up and forced her against a corner. She then requested silence of the audience, only for her to slap Kimmi’s chest with a knife edge chop that echoed throughout the entire arena. Feeling the reaction, Freya made the motions of doing it again, only for Kimmi to put her feet on the bottom rope, shoot upwards and wrap her legs around Freya, finally managing to orbit around her and locking the Gris-Gris Collection AGAIN! Freya struggled to fight the hold, as Kimmi yanked hard on her limbs. What Kimmi didn’t expect, though, was to Freya to manage to find her balance with the redhead on top of her!

Zack: GRIS-GRIS COLLECTION… AND FREYA IS FIGHTING!

Erica: She might BREAK OUT OF THE HOLD! Impressive is the understatement of the year!

Kimmi kept holding the octopus lock, as Freya had the spirit to rush into the turnbuckles, smashing Kimmi against them. Somehow, Kimmi managed to stand still, so Freya hit Kimmi against the opposite turnbuckles, and only then the redhead let go! Freya staggered to the center of the ring, as a disgruntled Kimmi roared and attacked her… Only for Freya to grab her by the arm and spin her, putting her in a pumphandle setup, hoisting her up and smashing Kimmi’s face into her knee! Kimmi crumbles, completely offline, and Freya covers!

Erica: CAMERON’S LOVE! Put a fork on ‘er!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Zack: AND IT IS OVER!

Freya pops back up to her feet with a war cry, as the referee raises her hand in victory!

Cory: The winner of this match… FREYA! KANE!!!

Zack: What an impressive performance by Freya tonight! A technical clinic! Counters and rolls and everything else! All the spirit paying off! She has a date now… With either Kelly McGuffin or Nevaeh Summers!

Erica: Not to mention she keeps a rather impressive undefeated streak going on! What a performance by Freya! Great job!




A Social Reunion

In a neutral area backstage, the lovely Amber Carano is standing by in front of the camera, getting ready to conduct an interview.

Amber Carano: Ladies and Gentlemen, please help me welcome at this time, one of the finalists of the Femme for All tournament…Valentina Lo…

Just then, she is interrupted by a dashing male in a suit who rudely steps in. Amber is mildly surprised by the man’s appearance, but gives an inquisitive look to him as if she is familiar with him.

Man: Woah, woah, little lady. Sorry for interrupting you….actually I’m not, because I just did it and you don’t matter.

Amber Carano: And who might you be? Who…

Man: Jared Jarrod. Formerly of KTLA5, California and sportscaster extraordinaire. The pleasure is all yours, little darling.

Jared extends his hand for her to shake; however Amber is less than impressed with Jared’s attitude.

Amber Carano: Nice to meet you, Jared. Unfortunately this is a bad time now because I’m about to interview Valentina Lozano.

Jared feigns shock as he opens his mouth and places is hand on his chest. Then, he reaches over to pinch Amber’s cheek.

Jared Jarrod: Oh, you’re so cute…and so wrong. You see, I am Valentina’s Lozano personal interviewer and media liaison. If anyone is going to converse with the woman who’s going to take FFW to the next level it’s going to be yours truly. So why don’t I take this off your hands…

At this point, he boldly takes the microphone from Amber’s hand, with the interviewer giving him an “Oh, no you didn’t" stare.

Jared Jarrod: And you take your pretty little self and mosey out of my space right now.

Amber Carano: Wait, you can't d…

Jared Jarrod: Go on. Shoo, shoo, shoo. And here’s something to keep you occupied. And it’s my best side too. Enjoy.

Jared gives Amber an 8X10 signed photo of himself and brushes her off. As she leaves, Jared preps himself in front of the camera in his usual broadcast ritual…more along the lines of being vain for his one shot.

Jared Jarrod: Are we ready? (clears throat) This is Jared Jarrod. Coming to you live from the AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas; home of the Dallas Cowboys. About to join me at this time is a woman who is clearly one of the hottest rising stars of all of Femme Fatale Wrestling and was the TRUE “One to Watch” in 2014. She is the Alpha Female of all wrestling…Valentina Lozano.

Before long, Valentina Lozano walks into the frame, tossing her hair to the side as she allows the camera to view her expression, which is very pleasing as she’s dressed in her visually flawless & tantalizing wrestling gear. Jared takes one look at her and is completely floored by her physique and beauty.

Jared Jarrod: May I say Valentina, you are looking lovely tonight. A gift truly sent by the Gods.

Then Jared takes a second to kneel down to kiss Valentina’s boots before returning to his upright position.

Jared Jarrod: I’m sorry. Just couldn’t resist.

Valentina smirks at Jared and lightly pinches his cheekbone.

Valentina: They never do, darling. Now speak.

Jared keeps his professional composure on the outside, obviously hiding the rush of excitement of him being touched by Valentina flowing inside him.

Jared Jarrod: Valentina, you’re going to be facing Crystal Hilton in the finals of the Femme for All Tournament later on tonight. Not only is this tournament is the most prestigious here in FFW, but your opponent is someone you have never met in the ring before. And from hearing her words, it is quite clear that she wants to stop you from winning this thing.

Valentina: And can you blame her, Jared? Peasants always want to emulate their superiors. But I don’t see her as a peasant. She has done more for FFW than any of those cretins I’ve faced this year. I’ll give credit where credit is due. She can go in the ring. She proved that in this tournament. 

Then, Valentina turns to the camera to address it personally.

Valentina: But you see darling that is just one side of the coin. I’ve been just as dominant in this tournament as you. But a little bit better. And that is because I’m hungrier than you. But tonight, this is going to be a whole new level for you. I will personally take you to a guided tour of that experience. And when it’s all over, nothing personal my pretty little chica, you will know exactly where you belong in the grand scheme of things. Because when it comes to me, it doesn’t matter how big your reputation is, everyone is the same size when they’re under my feet.

Valentina takes a moment to keep her icy cold stare at the camera. After lightening up her mood, she blows a kiss to the camera before leaving the area, with Jared giving a smirk while nodding his head, feeling satisfied about conducting a great interview. It is at this point that Jared flashes a winning smile at the camera.


Jared Jarrod: That is great words coming from even a greater woman.

Valentina’s plays off that she is interested in what the Jared is saying, but not caring a bit about it. But as she looks ahead and breaks a smile, she notices a much better distraction approaching her. Without looking at Jared, Valentina lazily waves her hand him.

Valentina: Disappear, Jared.

Jared: Just one more question…

Valentina: Now!

Jared immediately takes a hint…but maybe a few seconds too long as he now becomes the recipient of a cold stare of Valentina, to which he can only see there is no point in debating this issue. He takes his cue to walk away while Valentina wills herself back in her joyous state, which is very natural as she sees Nevaeh Summers making her way towards her.

Valentina: NEV!

Nevaeh has a big grin on her face as she approaches Valentina. Her arms spread wide as she gets near

Nevaeh: DIVA!

Both women embrace in a hug as they both clearly enjoy seeing one another. The embrace lasts for a few more seconds till both women separate. Nevaeh looks Valentina over and nods her head

Nevaeh: I love your outfit for tonight. Very fitting for the special occasion.

Valentina: It is, it is. I’m so excited. You look stunning as always, girl. Just need one more accessory and we know it’s coming very soon. How are you feeling right now? You ready for this?

Nevaeh smirks.

Nevaeh: Oh, I am more ready than you can imagine, Val. I’ve had to wait over four months to get this match again. I’m not going to allow that horrible result to have a sequel. That title is mine. I’ve worked too damn hard not to get it. Just like you and this tournament. I remember when it was first announced and people went on twitter and did their bullshit snickering. How you would be eliminated so quickly. But they proved exactly what they know, that being bullshit. You’ve beaten everybody put in your way, even that tropical storm Eileen Amaro.

Valentina: More like a sun shower now, if you ask me.

The ladies share a laugh.

Nevaeh: Oh, that is a good one, Val, you always were so witty. You vanquished her made it to the finals, just like I knew you would, and I know you’ll make good on it. Crystal Hilton is an obstacle that will be squashed under your foot. Remember she wants to keep you from winning this. She wants to say she’s better than you. I say you show her just how dead wrong she is. I’m proud of you, girl.

Valentina: Thanks. You know, I always knew I can do it. But now that I’ve gotten this far, the more satisfied that I feel. Kasey Summers and Elieen Amaro, former champions mind you, wanted to put me on blast saying that I wasn’t on their level. And now they’re in my rear view trying to recover their dignity. I’m really looking forward to facing Crystal though. She’s going to give all she has out there. And those cretins out there? They’re going to give her all the support in the world because all of them do not want to face up to the reality that I’ve been dictating to them since they day I came here about a year ago: I am the superior athlete and bred to be the face of this company...like yourself as well.

Nevaeh smirks.

Nevaeh: Naturally. We never let the doubters or critics get in our way. Those who claimed we are nothing, well they’re either not here anymore or we surpassed them. Talent always rises to the top Val and look where we are. I’m on the verge of becoming champion and you will win this highly thought of tournament….funny what can happen a year isn’t it?

Valentina: Yeah, it is. But it’s what we always said we were going to do since the day we met. Like you said, we have all of FFW at our feet. And there’s no doubt we’re not going to let that distinction go away...let alone anyone to take it away from us….two sexy, powerful Goddesses.

Nevaeh: Amen to that sister. I got to go finish getting ready. Just wanted to come by and see you before you head out there and let you know I’m rooting for you. I’d wish you good luck, but hey we both know you don’t need it. See ya after the show, Diva!

Valentina: Definitely, Diva! Love you, Nev.

Nevaeh: Love you too, girl. And remember...beat that bitch silly.

Valentina: And crush that ditzy insect into extinction.

Both women giggle and embrace with another hug. Once done, they part ways as Nevaeh heads off, leaving Valentina standing there smiling and shaking her head as she watches Nevaeh walk off.
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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 with the Champion of Champion’s title around her shoulder. 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. Seth Star walks out and stands beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Jodie’s head snaps back as she looks at the crowd.

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

Cory: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina; being accompanied to the ring by her boyfriend, Seth star, she is the Champion of Champions and the face of Future Shock; this is “The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray!

Jodie ignores the crowd as she makes her way into the ring as Seth smiles at her, she blows him a kiss before 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.

Mark: Jodie and Lightning have a lot hanging on this match, and I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t going to be a friendly contest.

Mai: Your ability to state the obvious is exceptional. Next you’ll say they both want to win.

Mark: It’s going to be one of these nights isn’t it.

Mai: Yep.

“Dysfunctional Family” by Cinema Bizarre hits the PA, and the crowd cheers when they see Lightning walking out without her sisters. She throws her arm up in the air, and lightning pyros crash down either side of her.

EnLightning Truth One: LIGHTNING DOESN’T PLAY GAMES

Lightning walks down the ramp, slapping hands with a couple of fans.

Cory: Making her way to the ring! From Llanfair PG, Wales, weighing 146lbs...LIGHTNING!

EnLightning Truth Two: BECAUSE SHE IS TOO REAL FOR THEIR RULES!

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

Mark: You can practically feel the tension in the air, it’s palpable.

Mai: I’m sorry I can’t hear you over the OBVIOUS.

The two women eye up the other, Jodie leaning over as Seth says something to her and makes Gray smirk. Lightning meanwhile glances to Seth, obviously making a mental note to keep an eye on the man. The bell rings and both women take a few steps towards one another before circling, Jodie still smiling. Immediately Seth steps up on the apron and shouts something, distracting the ref. Jodie doesn’t hesitate to kick Lightning square between the legs and drill her head down for an impact DDT! Jodie rolls up Lightning just as Seth hops down and the ref turns back to the action.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Mark: You’ve got to be kidding me, Jodie honestly started the match like that?!

Mai: By almost pinning Lightning? I don’t see what’s so bad about that, isn’t that the point Horton? Jeez.

Lightning was groggy getting up and Jodie took advantage, running off the ropes and hitting a swinging neckbreaker as the brunette was rising. Lightning again began to rise and Jodie stomped on the back of her head and neck to drop her back down before going for a running face-wash boot that sends Lightning down again. Jodie pulls Lightning up but takes a hard forearm to the gut, then another to push her back. Jodie goes to grab Lightning only for the Welsh grappler to swat her hand away and flip Jodie with an armdrag. The Queen of Games rises only to get another armdrag, and when she’s up the third time she’s greeted by a knife edge chop so hard her eyes go wide and Jodie stumbles to the corner.

Mark: Jodie had the advantage with the cheap shot but Lightning broke the momentum with that chop, dear god I could hear it through the arena.

Mai: It was clearly an illegal strike, I’m appalled.

Jodie doesn’t get much time to do much as Lightning continues the assault, chop after wicked chop lighting up Gray’s chest and forcing her to cry out in pain. Jodie is whipped into the ropes, she manages to duck a clothesline and rebound. On the way back she leapfrogs lightning and runs faster, springboarding off the ropes for a missile dropkick but Lightning dodges and Jodie lands on her stomach hard.  Stumbling up Jodie is pulled in close and Lightning drops her hard with a vertical suplex. Rolling over she goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Mai: Not enough THAT’S RIGHT!

Mark: Do you have money weighing on this match or something?

Mai: Or something.

Lightning pulled Jodie up and tossed her again, this time for a belly to belly suplex that sent the Queen of Games nearly clear across the ring! Jodie is slow to rise, holding her back as Lightning charges her. Jodie drops and hooks Lightning’s ankle with a drop toe hold, sending her headfirst into the second turnbuckle! With Lightning dazed Jodie rises up and kicks her head into the turnbuckle again before draping her knee against the back of Lightning’s neck and putting all her weight on it, forcing her face against the turnbuckle. Lightning thrashed in pain as the ref counted up to four before Jodie let go. Gray pulls Lightning up, firing a few hard forearms of her own and taking a few steps back before going for a clothesline  but Lighting stepped forward, catching Gray for a belly to belly over the top rope!

Mark: My god Jodie grabbed the ropes!

Jodie managed to save herself by grabbing the top rope, dropping down to the apron and avoiding what would’ve been a brutal fall. Lightning turned and pulled Jodie up, firing a hard forearm to her jaw that almost sent the smaller wrestler off the apron. Lightning did it again, and again but Jodie refused to fall. So Lightning decided to step out onto the apron to join her. Jodie clocked Lightning only to take a shot of her own, Jodie almost falls but catches herself and kicks Lightning hard in the gut as the ref shouts for them to get back into the ring.  Lightning catches Jodie’s leg mid kick and is about to pull her in for something when Jodie hugs the ropes and uses them to hold herself and when Lightning shoves her foot away and comes in closer Jodie hops up for an enziguri that sends Lightning staggering. Jodie scrambles to her feet and pulls Lightning close for a front headlock and hooks her arm with a smirk.  Jodie goes to suplex Lightning but it stops and with a roar Lightning flips Jodie up and over for a suplex off the apron and onto the arena floor! Jodie’s eyes widen in shock and agony as her back arched for a moment from the impact,

Mai: Now that’s what I’m talking about...except the other way

Mark: This is getting brutal!

Lightning sat up with a smirk as the ref began to count, Jodie was still on her back.  Lightning got up and pulled Jodie to her feet, bouncing her head off the apron and whipping her to the steps only for Jodie to reverse it and send Lightning into the steps! Jodie held her back and rolled into the ring as Lightning Jodie rolled into the ring and lay on her back a moment, still recovering from the drop. As Lightning began rising Jodie forced herself up and charged, flying off the apron for a fameasser onto the floor. The crowd is going crazy and Jodie lays on her back as the landing clearly hurt her too.

Mark: I don’t think this is so much of a match as it is a fight anymore.

Jodie slowly rose, favoring her back a little and rolling into the ring as Lightning began to slowly rise as well, using the ring apron to stand.  Jodie took a breath and as Lightning rolled into the ring she pulled her up and hit another neckbreaker. With Lightning down Jodie wrapped her legs around Leavenworth’s head and squeezed.

Mai: HOT!

Mark: ....headscissors, Jodie’s focusing on Lightning’s neck big time.

Lightning squirmed and thrashed, kicking and writhing to try and get free as Jodie grinned and squeezed her legs as tight as possible. Lightning squirmed and inched over more and more until her leg finally draped over the bottom rope, though Jodie held on until almost a full five count before breaking the hold.  As soon as she’s up Jodie drops a knee across Lightning’s neck, then pulls her up and lifts Lightning and drills her head down for a brainbuster. She goes for a pin right away.

ONE!

TWO!!

Th-KICKOUT!!!

Jodie glares to the ref, shouting at her to count properly as Lightning rolled away. Jodie smirked as Lightning began to rise and she kicked Lightning’s head before pulling her up to her feet. Jodie whipped Lightning into the corner and charged in for a flying splash...only to be caught! Jodie’s eyes widened in fear before being t-bone suplexed into the corner!

Mark: What a reversal!

Mai: Huh...

Jodie is upside down in the corner as Lightning rises, shaking out the cobwebs. She doesn’t let Jodie down, instead wails on her with boots again and again until Gray is almost folding up in half from the pain. Lightning lifts Jodie up to sit backwards on the top turnbuckle and slams a few hard forearms to her back before climbing up to the middle rope. Arms wrapped around Jodie’s waist and pulling her up to the top rope now.

Mai: This is illegal, right?

Mark: Not at all, but it’s going to be bad.

Lightning goes for a backdrop superplex and Jodie mid-air turns and they land with Jodie splashing upon her! Both women roll away in pain, Jodie holding her ribs while Lightning ends up staring at the arena lights. Slowly Jodie got up, laughing as she removes black glove from inside her top and places it on her hand and running her tongue along her palm with a sadistic smile.

Mark: Oh no, we know what this could mean.

Mai: Is it just me or was that incredibly hot?


Mark: ....no, just no.

Lightning was groggy to rise and Jodie grinned, coming in fast with her gloved hand only to get a quick toe kick to the gut into a headlock...but not any headlock...

Mark: DOOM HEADLOCK!

Mai: ...louder, I’m sure the back rows couldn’t hear you...

Lightning holds the headlock tight and walks Jodie around the ring before running her headfirst into the turnbuckle. Then she turns and lets go before catching Jodie in a full nelson and turning it into a dragon suplex going for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

Mark: What a reversal!

Mai: But not enough, Jodie’s too good.

Jodie holds her neck and rises as Lightning does as well, scowling at Jodie and preparing. As Jodie stood up she pulled Gray into a headlock again with a smirk, going for an implant DDT only to stop when Jodie’s hand shoves into her mouth.  Lightning lets go as her eyes roll back, hands going to grab at Jodie’s wrist. Jodie forces Lighting back, Leavenworth gagging and losing her senses as Gray pushed harder, grinning devilishly.

Mai: Hand of God!

Mark: This could be it, Lightning is almost out.

Jodie pushed harder and out of nowhere Lightning drilled a knee into Jodie’s gut, again and again until her hand came from Lightning’s mouth. She hooked Jodie’s head and arm and in a flash spun, hitting a spinning fisherman suplex pin. The ref rushed in for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

Jodie kicks out just a second too late as the last count is made, the bell ringing and she rolled over holding her neck.

Mark: Oh my...that was so close! Lightning won it by a hair!

Mai: FAST COUNT DAMMIT!

Cory: The winner of the match……LIGHTNING!!

Lightning sits up as her hand is raised. Jodie rolls out of the ring, held up by Seth as she slaps the ring in frustration and Lightning rises to her feet. “Dysfunctional Family” by Cinema Bizarre plays through the speakers as Lightning smiles and we cut out on her face.




When Worlds Collide

The show cuts back to the ring, but we don’t find Cory Kincaid in the ring. Instead, it’s Mark Horton, who is getting a warm reception from the Dallas crowd. It brings quite a smile to his face as he hears them, telling them ‘thank you’ before he moves the microphone to his mouth.

Mark: I appreciate that, and thank you for it. But I’m here to talk about my year end event, When Worlds Collide 3! I want to thank FFW management for giving me air time here on Anarchy to do this. How many of you here tonight plan to be part of When Worlds Collide 3?

That draws a pop from the crowd, also causing him to smile.

Mark: On the weekend of December 27 and 28, I’m putting on the biggest event you are going to see when two different companies collide! The best and brightest of two companies, not to mention a Hall of Famer or two, will step foot into the ring for a two night event that will end 2014 in the biggest way possible. Some of the most indelible memories take place at When Worlds Collide 3! Who will forget what happened last year after the match between Wendy Briese and Wendigo? The night a new SVW Champion was crowned that would go on to become a huge name in 2014 in Rebecka Hate?

He nods in agreement with the cheering crowd.

Mark: And I promise you that it won’t be any different this year! A card full of dream matches, including your chosen Fan Favorite of 2014 in FFW, Wendy Briese, meeting SVW’s champion in Colleen. You’ll see Freya Kane meet Crystal Hilton, the Ultraviolence Champion Destiny Campbell go one on one with Alysson Gardner. There is no shortage of FFW talent competing both nights, and then...there’s the Moments of Impact.

Mark looks back to the video wall as we see a video package of the previous women who were the Moment of Impact, including Mika Demidov and Kasey Summers. The video ends with a pair of shadows on a graphic set to meet at When Worlds Collide 3.

Mark: I’m going to tell you right now that this will be the final time I ever promote a Moment of Impact! At When Worlds Collide 3, I’m giving you two of them and you have my word that people will be talking about this one for a while! Fans around the world will be lighting up social media that night, to be sure. There are so many reasons why you should be part of this event, because I promise you will have all new memories that will last you all year long. So if you haven’t, please make sure you order When Worlds Collide 3 on Pay Per View. My show is sold out in the TD Garden both nights, and the only way left to see it is ordering it! Every year around this time and this year being no exception, I’m going to show you what happens….. WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE!!

A roar from the fans comes as Mark waves his arms, trying to get them to go louder before we cut to a commercial for his year end Pay Per View spectacular.
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A video package is shown highlighting the history between Ignis and Lilly Sheffield as it relates to the Future Shock Championship. It also shows the edict made that if the Sheffields win, Ignis must defend the title immediately thereafter. From there, we go back to the ring as Cory awaits.

Zack: I’ve really been looking forward to this one, you have no idea! Fans, as you just saw, if the Sheffields win this match, Ignis will defend the title immediately after that! And I’m pretty sure this sold out stadium in Dallas wants to see that!

Erica: They aren’t the only ones either. Ignis is an insufferable cow, and even Cody has said she’s the worst champion in the history of the title she’s holding. And that’s pretty strong rhetoric right there. Let’s get going!

Cory: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. And if the Sheffields win, we will have a Future Shock Championship match to follow!

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 the reigning FFW Future Shock Champion, she is the self-proclaimed WRESTLING GOD.... IGNIS!!! And...ANDREW MARX!!

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 warms up beside her..

Zack: I think there are sexually transmitted diseases that are more popular than our reigning Future Shock Champion. She and her manager both are about to get what’s coming to them.

Erica: To a nicer couple it couldn’t have happened. Save for her leech husband, no one likes Ignis and with good reason. I hope they lose and we see a new champion after that!

All Stand Up by Status Quo starts to play as the young lady runs out onto stage, heading to one side she urges the crowd to their feet, clapping her hands above her head. Skipping across to the other side, she waves them to their feet as she once more claps her hands over head. Joining her is Ryan Sheffield, who also gets a positive reaction from the crowd. Quickly moving back to the ramp, she sprints down to the ring with Ryan trailing behind her, sliding underneath the bottom rope and getting to her feet quickly. Bouncing off the ropes she powerslides across the ring on her knees before hopping to her feet and continuing to rally the crowd by stomping on the mat and clapping as she heads for her corner. Ryan takes it all in with a smile on his face, loosening up in the corner.

Cory: And their opponents...hailing from Sheffield, England….LILLY & RYAN SHEFFIELD!!

Zack: It’s not that often that a SVW exclusive star appears in FFW, and even more rare on a FFW Pay Per View. But Ryan Sheffield is just as interested in his sister getting the title back as anyone else here.

Erica: Except maybe Lilly, who probably wants it more than anyone. It’s a shame how her streak ended, because of Ignis and how they did it. But she wipe that memory away tonight!

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match as Ignis and Andy jumpstart the match by charging across the ring and hammering on the other team. Ignis clobbers Lilly from behind with the title to the back of her head before she drives her into the corner. The Firebird begins to drive her head into the turnbuckle repeatedly as the referee was busy trying to separate Ryan and Andy. Ignis fires off a pair of knife edge chops across Lilly’s chest before she sends her for the ride out of the corner. Lilly rebounds off the far side and ducks a clothesline from Ignis. And as soon as the redhead turns around, Lilly stops behind and starts firing right hands into her head one after!

Zack: As soon as the bell rang, all hell broke loose! Ignis tried to jump the bell to get an advantage and Lilly’s fighting back!

Erica: Ryan and Andy are trading blows too, and I don’t think Andy is going to have much luck against Ryan at that!

Erica was right. As the pair traded blows, Ryan was clearly getting the better of him before he shoved him back into the corner. Sheffield climbed up onto the second turnbuckle and listened as the fans counted down ten punches to Marx’s head. He hopped off the turnbuckle as Andy staggered out before Ryan caught him from behind. Lilly spun Ignis around, and both siblings delivered stereo atomic drops that sent the married couple through the ropes and out of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd.

Zack: Stereo atomic drops and the Future Shock Champion and her husband are taking a powder! That little Pearl Harbor job backfired big time!

Erica: Usually tag matches fall apart in the latter stages, but this one didn’t even have time to start before everything went crazy!

Ignis and Andy consoled one another, clearly in a bit of pain. Meanwhile in the ring, Ryan lifted his sister overhead as though he were going to slam her. But instead he launched her over the top rope, crashing down on the couple at ringside. The fans came to their feet as Lilly popped back up, pulling the Firebird with her before she deposited her into the ring. Ryan headed for the corner as Lilly came back into the ring as well. The brunette pulled Ignis up, firing her hard into the near corner. Ignis’ back crashed into the turnbuckle as Lilly charged in after her, crunching her with a clothesline before she whipped her across to the far corner. Ignis landed chest first into that corner before Lilly took off behind her and caught her with a lungblower that dropped her to the mat. She quickly dove across her and hooked the leg.

Erica: This one may be over in record time!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ignis got her shoulder up as Lilly mounted her chest and began to unload with right hands to her head.

Zack: Ignis got out of it, but Lilly doesn’t care! Sheffield is unloading those big rights, she really wants to a do a number on Ignis!

Ignis finally managed to roll Lilly off her and try to get back to her feet. But the brunette wasn’t to be denied as she circled around, grabbing Ignis from behind. The Wrestling God fired a pair of back elbows into her head that caused her to let go of the champion. And after that, a discus punch connected to her jaw. Ignis took a second to get her wits about her before she pinned Lilly’s arm behind her back and drove her into the mat with a slam. And as Lilly started to stir, she began to stomp at her repeatedly.

Erica: Ignis finally managed to turn this around in her favor, and she is making sure to keep Lilly grounded.

Zack: Ignis uses the “ground and punish” method to deadly effectiveness, and tonight is no different.

After repeated stomps, she pulled the brunette to her feet and shoved her back into her team’s corner. A few well placed kicks to the bod landed before the referee admonished her for not letting her out of the corner. And as Davis argued with Ignis, Andy wrapped the tag rope around Lilly’s neck and was pounding away with right hands to her head at the same time. Ryan came in to stop that before Davis intercepted him. And while Andy continued what he was doing, Ignis grabbed Lilly’s arm and hopped over the top rope, causing it to be jerked downward with velocity. Andy finally let go as Ignis grabbed her arm under the bottom rope and began to strike it against the apron of the mat. Andy stomped away at it too before the referee finally got Ryan out of the ring. And immediately, the couple stopped and Ignis rolled back into the ring.

Zack: Ryan doing more harm than good right there, allowing the Marxes to essentially mug his sister while the referee was trying to get him out of the ring.

Erica: It’s hard to stand by and watch your partner get beaten up like that, believe me. Your first instinct is to go in there and stop it, but as you see, it tends to work against you.

Ignis tagged in her husband as Andy stepped into the ring. He picked Lilly up, and dropped her with a shoulder breaker across his knee. Pressing her arm into the mat, he left his feet and drove a trio of knees into her shoulder and arm again. The fans didn’t enjoy this at all as he picked Lilly back up and sent her shoulder first into a neutral corner. She dropped to her knees, clutching that shoulder as Andy picked her up and then sent her between the turnbuckles into the steel post at ringside. A bright smile on his face, Andy glanced back to his wife who blew him a kiss before he jerked Lilly down to the mat, stepping onto her face and shoulder before the referee administered a five count. He let go on four, looking back at Ryan and mocking him.

Erica: Andy is taunting Ryan now, he needs to focus on Lilly. Ryan’s not in the match right now!

Zack: He’s having a ball! Hell, he’s been her tag partner most of the year, it’s just actually legal tonight!

Andy moved towards the Sheffield corner, piefacing the Defiance Champion off the apron. Ryan immediately charged into the ring after him, only for Davis to intercept him again. Andy doubled back and dragged Lilly towards the center of the ring as Ignis came off the top rope with a double stomp to her arm. And together, the couple put the boots to her while Ryan beseeched the referee to look behind her. Andy clapped his hands and left the ring as Ignis utilized a pumphandle slam to Lilly. Davis turned back, asking Ignis if there was a tag. The crowd said no as Ignis ignored her, continuing to punish the brunette.

Erica: If Davis expects Ignis to tell her the truth, she’s not been paying attention for a very long time. Of course, there wasn’t a tag!

Zack: Nope, but one person who does need to make a tag is Lilly. She’s getting the worst end of this any way you look at it.

Ignis dropped down to the mat, applying a Fujiwara armbar on the brunette. But Lilly was too close to the ropes and immediately grabbed them. Davis called for the break as Ignis held till four before she got to her feet. She doubled back for the corner and tagged in her husband again. Andy came back in to boos from the crowd before he applied a hammerlock and then lifted her off the ground in it and dropped her to the mat. He arrogantly put his foot across her chest for the cover.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Lilly shoved his foot off of her before the three as Andy shook his head, once more looking back to Ryan to taunt him.

Erica: An arrogant cover that I’ve never seen work against much anyone, and now Andy is back to trying to entice Ryan into the ring.

Zack: Of course, he is! And if he wants to really have a go with Ryan, all he has to do is let Lilly tag out. But you know he doesn’t really want that!

As Andy continued to incite Ryan in the corner, Lilly started to get back to her feet. And with a dropkick to his back, she sent Andy stumbling forward before she rolled to her feet and caught him with a bulldog that drove him face first into the mat. Sheffield held her arm to her chest as she mauled the back of Andy’s head with elbows before she rolled towards her corner and made the tag. The fans came to their feet as the Defiance Champion stepped into the ring.

Erica: And here comes Ryan! He’s been waiting on this for a long time!

Ryan jerked Andy to his feet and unloaded with right hands to the head. He quickly hooked a front facelock and hoisted him up, using a slingshot suplex to drive him into the mat. The Defiance Champion rolled back to his feet, waving Andy to get up. Marx started to do just that before he darted out of the corner and caught him with a superkick right on the jaw!

Zack: Superkick...right on the button! Andy may have some loose teeth when he wakes up! Ryan going for the cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Andy rolled his shoulder in time before Ryan shook his head, pulling him back to his feet. He scooped him up and dropped him with the Michinoku Driver 2! The fans roared as he rolled the trainer over and looked about to go for the cover, but shook his head and applied the dragon clutch!

Zack: Sheffield Slam...and OHH….he wants to make Andy quit! COLD STEELE!!

Erica: The dragon clutch, and Andy’s in trouble!!

Ignis came into the ring as Lilly darted across towards her, spearing her to the mat as the referee was in position to see Andy tap out. The fans erupted at that as Davis called for the bell. Ryan let go as Lilly looked back at her brother with a smile, nodding her head as she got back up.

Erica: Ha, I think we got ourselves a title match now, don’t we?

Cory: The winners of the match...RYAN & LILLY SHEFFIELD!! And…..the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Future Shock Championship!!





Zack: Here we go! Andy tapped, and Ignis….oh Ignis...it’s title time!

Ryan shoved Andy out of the ring and rolled out to the floor too. Davis raised the Future Shock Championship into the air as Ignis got back to her feet with a stunned look. Lilly stared across at her, cracking her knuckles as Davis called for the bell.

Erica: The Future Shock Championship is on the line! Go get her, Lilly!

Ignis jerked the title out of Davis’ hands as Lilly charged after her. But the Wrestling God dove out of the ring to the floor. She looked to be heading towards the ramp as Andy caught Ryan with a low blow to drop him to his knees at ringside. He got back to his feet and staggered after his wife before the couple took off up the ramp. Lilly’s mouth dropped open as she glanced over to her brother while Davis counted the champion out. The Marxes disappeared at the top of the ramp as Davis reached ten.

Zack: Are you kidding me?!

Erica: Seriously?!

Davis called for the bell as the crowd was clearly unhappy with this decision.

Cory: The winner of the match...via countout…...LILLY SHEFFIELD!!

Lilly was clearly angry in the ring as Davis raised her hand, her face showed that was not how she wanted it to happen.

Cory: However, a championship does not change hands on a countout. Therefore still your Future Shock Champion….’THE WRESTLING GOD’ IGNIS!!

Erica: Bull! Our Future Shock Champion ran out of here like her butt was on fire!

Zack: Lilly wins the match by countout, but Ignis took off rather than defend her title as a result of Andy tapping out! What a load of crap!

Erica: You got that right!

It was obvious that Lilly was quite angry as she glared towards the ramp before we cut to a commercial for When Worlds Collide 3.



Heafy reUnited

The show cuts to the back, and there we find Cody Kincaid standing in front of his office door somewhere inside the stadium. And he immediately greets the viewers watching the show.

Cody: I promised you guys a surprise tonight, much in the same way I cooked up a little surprise at Malice when I brought back Caroline. But tonight, as promised, I have another. Earlier this month, I resigned one of our most popular new faces to FFW, who had quite a massive run, to be fair, before she departed. But not only did I bring her back, I also decided two was better than one. So without further ado, allow me to welcome back first to FFW…..TIFA HEAFY!

And the crowd roars and possibly everyone watching Anarchy at home. Tifa appears into the shot with a smile on her face as the crowd grows even louder with cheers. There are mixed chants of “Big Heafin” or “Notorious” which brings a smile to her face. She gives Cody a hug before standing next to him.

Tifa: I didn’t expect quite a reaction like that. What’s poppin’ FFW?

Louder pop.

Tifa: I know you’re wondering why I left in the first place and it’s just a mix of a few personal issues but what matters is that I’m back and I’m ready to continue on to entertain all of you in any way I possibly can. We all know the run I went on earlier this year. Ain’t nothin’ changed either. I’m still steamin’, still runnin’ wild, and still kickin’ fools in their faces!

Cody: That’s true. And first thing in 2015, you are going to see her back in a FFW ring. But first, she has a little business to attend to at When Worlds Collide with a certain Queen of Games.

And there goes Tifa’s smile hearing that moniker brought up. She shakes her head feeling her blood boil a little bit.

Tifa: Jodie is going to have her face kicked in before I snap her shoulder in half with the Tiger Lock. She wants to put her hands on my man? I’ll ensure she can’t grab anything for a long time after When Worlds Collide. I might be happy and cheery but ask a certain Goddess just what happens when I get good and pissed off… YOUR FACE IS GONE, JODIE! G-o-n-e, gone. Kinda like your career was when you bailed out of FFW before. Gotta win breakout star twice in a career? Kinda sad.

Cody sees the anger and quickly changes the subject.

Cody: With that said, I did say two was better than one. Because Tifa here isn’t the only Heafy who joined the main roster. After what I would say was a phenomenal performance in the season finale of Future Shock, a woman who I feel has a tremendous upside with how fast she’s coming along will be joining Tifa. And I’m talking about….ELISSA HEAFY!

Entering now is Elissa Heafy who has a few bruises on her arms yet after that ladder match in the season 16 finale. She’s all smiles standing alongside Cody and waves to Tifa. Elissa’s trying to remain calm this being her first time on any sort of pay per view.

Elissa: Thank you! Thank you, Cody, for extending a contract to me over the holiday letting me know that my future is secure even if it was just a verbal one at that time. We’ve seen my shift in personality since I joined Future Shock until this time, right? That’s why I wanted to stay here in FFW. I could’ve gone anywhere else. But I want to stay in this company. The best female talent in the world resides here. The best, bar none, and I want to be the second Heafy to take this company by a giant storm. I might not have the same nicknames as little Tifa, but I’ll give the same effort alongside her.

Tifa: Damn tootin’ cousin tits!

Elissa takes a moment to register what Tifa said before facepalming shaking her head.

Elissa: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tif.

Cody: I don’t think we are going to call you that for a nickname, but we’ll find out. And if what I have been told was true, not only will you both be out for singles success...but apparently we are going to get a new version of Heafy United?

Tifa nods her head.

Tifa: Hell yeah! Elissa and I talked on Thanksgiving with Mia about this. Stayed up all night talking but that’s not the important part. She gave us her blessing to make Heafy United into our own. We saw how awesome Elissa got to be teaming with my big sis so now she gets to team with the little sis.

Elissa: We did discuss this into the late hours of the night eating pie and just having a great time as a family. I wanted to keep Heafy United going after all the support we got during Future Shock. Despite only one vote Heafy United finished last in that vote for being eliminated. So that tells me that the people want to see the Heafy clan keep on fighting together as a family unit. Sure we might not have the years of experience like Mia does but you can damn sure bet that we’ll be fast in that ring.

Tifa: See Elissa’s been tellin’ me that she wants to fly around the ring while I put ‘em in the Tiger Lock to make ‘em tap the heck out.

The cousins high five behind Cody’s back although Elissa brings her arm down quickly mouthing ow after.

Tifa: Guess I high fived too hard. But the Unity division is on notice. None of us plan on having ankle surgery anytime soon like the last time I was apart of in FFW>

Elissa: Ouch, that’s a cheap shot at Freya…

Tifa: Bitch knows I love her.

Cody: I’ll tell you what I will do. Since Elissa here came this close to winning the season with Mia, I have the perfect idea for your tag team debut in 2015. You two will join forces and go two on two with the winners of the only other Unity season in FFW history. How do you two feel about Rudo Galactica...and a donkey?

The new version of Heafy United both smile.

Tifa: That sounds great! The Rudos are a talented team and a great challenge for our first time out teaming.

Elissa: Damn right. Should be a great contest.

Tifa: But you know what happens when you cross a donkey with an onion?

Elissa: What?

Tifa grins.

Tifa: A piece of ass that brings tears to your eyes.

And another Elissa facepalm. Cody studies Tifa for a moment.

Cody: You and Kelly haven’t been hanging out, have you?

Tifa: Nope! Although that’d be fun exchanging bad jokes for hours on end. Unless she’s upset I’m stepping on her toes then I’ll stop but I thought it was funny.

Elissa: You would, Tif, you would. In any event thank you, Cody, for all this wonderful news tonight. We certainly won’t let you down.

Cody: I look forward to it, ladies. I’m sure the Rudos will do everything they can to stop you. And you also have to watch out for the donkey, because...he’s not shy about being a nuisance either.

Elissa: I love Tifa but the donkey can’t be any match for her in that category. She’s done a fair job her entire life of annoying people.

Tifa: I’m not annoying I’m adorable! Unlike a donkey. Donkeys are pretty ugly. Like the donkey from Shrek. Shrek was ugly too. Buncha ugly ass cartoons!

Elissa: I… I don’t even know what that has to do with the Rudos and Obama…

Cody: Me either….

They both stare at Tifa for a moment before we cut away.



Poison Picked

The cameras go backstage to see Sylvia Crowley sitting alone on a big equipment case, hair hanging in front of her face as she giggles to herself at nothing. Her eyes can be seen through her hanging brunette locks, Sylvia chews her lip.

Sylvia: Poison. A harmful substance, particularly corrosive substances, carcinogens, mutagens, teratogens, toxins and harmful pollutants....and I get to choose mine. Out of any...anyone. Anyone on the FFW roster I can choose. Do I further my success, do I undermine an enemy, do I seek revenge...or fight a friend for fun? So many options...so many.

Syl runs a hand through her hair with a giggle, the anticipation of tonight’s match clearly buzzing through her body like electricity.

Sylvia: Originally I wanted....Scarlett Kincaid. Not for titles or prestige...just because. Can you imagine it? Would be so much fun. But...but alas I have been convinced otherwise. And in hindsight perhaps it is jumping the gun, for now. Keep the aime, keep the gun ready and fire later...pop pop...

The Kentucky native giggled and looked to the side barking at a stagehand who hurried away quick.

Sylvia: So who do I choose? Enemy like Kimmi...AGAIN? No, it is pointless. Maybe one of the few who like picking fights with me for no reason. Wendy House, Lollipop, perhaps Kimmi’s slightly more talented sister Rebecka? No. Again pointless, would be recycling, spinning, we rehearsed this already...KNOW YOUR LINES!...heh...heheheheh....no, I will go the given path of my beloved. I will follow suit, and I will break every step, I will reform the path in my wake. I will go...Ultra....

Sylvia leans in and giggled.

Sylvia: I choose the Ultraviolence Champion, whoever that may be.  Cut the strings, revel in freedom...sing a new song....sing sing....follow follow....
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Mark: This next match is one that I am looking forward too. It’s one that has been highly anticipated since their first match and we are going to see a rematch for the Television Championship when Kelly McGuffin defends her Television Championship against Nevaeh Summers.

Zack: For one woman she suffered her very first lost at the hands of the champion. It’s a thought that is still hurting Nevaeh to this day. As for the champion it’s about the long awaited journey to hold her first championship, and not only is she successfully holding it but she as of this night has become the longest reigning singles champion in the history of the company.

Mark: Tonight the long awaited rematch happens and those two personalities will clash together and will present a match that will surely steal the show. Anyway we take you to the ring where it seems like Cory is ready to announce the participants of the upcoming match.

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the FFW Television Championship.

Cory Kincaid getting ready to speak, but before he can we hear another voice speak up

Voice: Hold on a second there boy

Cory and the capacity crowd start to look around as emerging from the curtain is Silas Mason. Silas stands on the stage as the crowd and Cory look in his direction. Silas looks at Cory and waves a finger

Silas: You're privilege of introducing my Baby Peach is over. You just take a step back and watch how it's really done son

Cory as well as the crowd don't take kindly to this but Silas pays it no mind as he continues on

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.

The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. The girl motions to the FFW Television Championship fastened around her waist as she is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her boyfriend, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope, catching her balance as she unfastens the title and holds it high above her head for the crowd to see. Keeping the title in her hands she springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands. Kissing the faceplate of the title, she passes it off to the referee ready for the match to begin.

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

Jennifer Stringer is the referee for this match, and she takes the champion belt and holds it up high in the air. Nevaeh glances up at the championship and keeps her eyes on it for a while as Kelly does the same. Stringer walks over and hands it over to the timekeeper who takes the belt and brings it by him. The bell sound loudly as this match is officially brought to life.

Mark: Both women know what is at stake in this one. Will Nevaeh be able to overcome the hurdle of losing to Kelly or will it get the best of her?!

Zack: Never the less tonight the fans will be in for a major treat as these two wrestlers fo war for the glory of the Television Championship.

Both wrestlers just glance at one another before they start to circle around one another in the ring. They quickly tangle up in the center of the ring, and it is in that moment where they engage into that of a grapple. Nevaeh tries to go for a forearm strike but Kelly makes sure she ducks underneath it. The moment Nevaeh turns back around she walks right into the hard blow of a an enziguri that catches her right in the face. Summers staggers back as Kelly uses her speed to pick things up. She jumps up wrapping her legs around the head of Summers. She begins to twist and turn as she sends Nevaeh tumbling down to the ground with a tilt a whirl headscissors. Summers flips head over heels before falling down to the mat. Kelly kips up as she is feeling the electricity from her early offense. She doesn’t waste any time bouncing off of the ropes and on her way back does a cartwheel before she drops into an elbow drop sending that vicious elbow right into the stomach of Nevaeh. Nevaeh let’s out a moan as she clutches at her stomach but Kelly pushes the arms aside as she quickly hooks the legs for the pin.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



Summers manages to kick out of the move as Kelly slowly rises back up to her feet.

Zack: This match has barely gotten underway and already Kelly has decided to kick the tempo of this match up a notch.

Mark: In order for Nevaeh to succeed here. She needs to keep this match at a pace she can dictate, not the one that Kelly wants. Stopping Kelly’s speed may be the key into winning this match.

Nevaeh pounds on the mat in frustration as she slowly rises up to her feet. Kelly stands behind Nevaeh and the moment Summers is on a vertical base. Kelly grabs her from behind as she tucks her underneath an arm. Nevaeh fights back as she drives some punches into the side of Kelly. Two punches connect before Kelly releases her grip. Nevaeh is now standing upright and she turns around to deliver some brutal knife edge chops against the chest of Kelly. She grabs a hold of Kelly before she sends her running against the turnbuckles. When Kelly runs back at her Nevaeh grabs Kelly doing a tilt a whirl of her own, sending Kelly twisting and turning down back first against an outstretched knee. Kelly’s body bounces upwards as she clutches at her back in pain. She holds it offering a loud scream but Nevaeh doesn’t show any mercy as she lifts Kelly back up.

Mark: What a tilt a whirl back breaker!

Zack: That is one way to stop Kelly from taking off!

Nevaeh tucks Kelly underneath an arm. Without hesitation she lifts the blonde upwards bouncing her off the ropes before slingshotting her off of them sending her hard down to the mat with a brutal suplex. Kelly’s back hits the mat with a loud thud, and Summers yanks her back up before positioning herself behind Kelly. She jumps up delivering a sitout rear mat slam, and Kelly’s body is driven right into the mat. Nevaeh doesn’t waste anymore opportunities as she drapes across Kelly hooking a leg for the pin fall.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Kelly shows the heart as she manages to kick out of the move. Nevaeh doesn’t bother complaining though as she plans to keep wearing down Kelly. She once again lifts Kelly back up to her feet but Kelly reaches behind her grabbing a hold of Nevaeh’s head, and she drops down catching Summers with a surprise neckbreaker. Nevaeh’s body pops up before falling back down to the ground and that is when Kelly is now the one that is in control with Summers trying to pick up the pieces. Summers is on the ground clutching at her face in pain and that is when Kelly hovers over Nevaeh. It isn’t long before she does a standing moonsault and lands right down on top of Nevaeh. She remains on top of her as she hooks a leg for the pin.


Mark: Standing moonsault by Kelly.

Zack: Will it be enough to shift everything in her favor?!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Once again Nevaeh finds a way to keep fighting as she brings a shoulder up and remains right in this very match. McGuffin brings Summers up to her feet and she doesn’t waste any time before she whips the Georgia beauty into one of the corner turnbuckles. Kelly runs at top speed as she tries to meet with Nevaeh in the corner. She delivers a vicious knee to face of Nevaeh and proceeds to do a backflip off of Summers. Kelly grabs Summer’s head on the way down and sends her crashing down with a face buster.
Nevaeh is planted face first right into the mat, and Kelly quickly dives over turning Nevaeh over for a pin fall.

Mark: What a move, Kelly showing that she can literally hop off of anything. Her opponent’s face included!

Zack: Unsafe Release, and now it seems that Kelly has Nevaeh right where she wants her!



ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THR…..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’

Summers once again gets a shoulder up and Kelly takes it all in before she sprints back up to her feet. Kelly is screaming for Nevaeh to get up as she motions passionately with her arm. Nevaeh slowly makes it up to her feet but she is finally standing on a vertical base and that is when Kelly leaps up locking her legs around Nevaeh’s head as she is going for the beginning stages of her Three Ring Circus but instead Nevaeh is able to shift Kelly in the air. As she holds her upright and without any form of hesitation throws her upwards and delivers a vicious knee right into her face.

MarK: Nevaeh Summers just countered Kelly’s Three Ring Circus into The Makeover.

Zack: And Kelly has fell down to the mat like a sack of bricks. This could be it. We could have a new champion right here Mark!

Nevaeh turns Kelly over and immediately hooks a leg for the pinfall.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Zack: She got her, she got her. Mark we have a new champion.


Mark: Wait a moment it’s being waved off.

Summers begins to celebrate as she stands up and raises her hands in the air. She is telling Silas to give her the belt but Stringer immediately waves it off as she points to Kelly who has manages to get her foot underneath the ropes, and outside the ring. Thus making the pin fall void. Summers can’t believe it as her hands instantly run through her hair. Nevaeh drags Kelly towards the center of the ring, and the moment Summers tries to pick up Kelly is the moment Kelly quickly rolls her up into a tight package.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Summers is the one to get out now as she quickly rises back up to her feet. Kelly has a second win as she kicks up to her feet, and uses her speed to grab a hold of Nevaeh and quickly whips her over into the corner. Kelly runs at her and nails her with a crossbody in the corner before she lifts Nevaeh up and places her on top of the turnbuckles. Kelly goes up to the top as well as she wraps her arms around the body of Nevaeh.

Mark: This is it! This is it! Kelly is looking to end things here with her Crash and Burn. Look at how she is squeezing Nevaeh positioning herself for that moonsault slam.

Zack: This is what Kelly is known for, and she knows no bounds. Nothing will stop her from winning.

Nevaeh however squeezes harder in return as she lifts Kelly upwards placing her in position for yet another Makeover this time at the top of the turnbuckles. The crowd can’t believe it as Nevaeh leaps up throwing Kelly high up into the air, and Kelly falls down fast but not before Nevaeh lifts her knee up driving it right into the very face of Kelly. Kelly falls straight down to the mat and Nevaeh drops down hooking the leg.

Mark: SHE GOT IT… ANOTHER MAKEOVER!!!!

Zack: And she nailed it perfectly from the top of those ropes!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


DING DING DING!!!!!!


Mark: And finally after suffering her very first lost to this woman. Nevaeh has finally won her first taste of gold here in FFW

Zack: She was denied the first time around but finally she becomes champion and look at that smile on that woman!

Cory: And the winner of this match and your NEWWWWWWWWWW FFW TELEVISION CHAMPION… THE WORLD’S FINEST NEVAEHHHHHHH SUMMERSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Silas brings the title inside the ring, and hands it to Nevaeh who clutches it tightly. She holds it in her arms, dropping down to her knees as she keeps her gaze on it before raising it high and leaving the ring.

Kelly is checked on by CK, and Kelly just shakes her head before she rises back up and the crowd offering Kelly a round of applause.

Mark: Kelly may have lost but there is no denying what she did with the title.

Zack: She had an impressive title run and it will be quite interesting to see what she plans to do next, anyway hats off to Nevaeh for picking up her first piece of gold here in FFW.



We Don’t Forget

The next image shown is that of the well known agent that is Carson Black, as he is joined on either side by both members of NHB when the show cuts backstage. All three are found in front of the Anarchy set in the back.

Carson: 2014 for FFW ends tonight, but with the year almost over, it’s not too early to start looking at the new year. And in the new year with a very thriving tag team division, it should come as no surprise that the ladies standing beside me are eager to continue to climb the ladder. But there’s the small matter of an old grudge that needs to be settled. Allow me to refresh your memories for a moment from Sin & Sacrifice at the conclusion of what was supposed to be Valentina Lozano and Mercedes Vargas.

Carson directs the viewers (and the girls) to the monitor behind him.

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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.


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The video cuts back to the live show as Carson looks over to the redhead.

Carson: I’m pretty sure you didn’t forget about that taking place, did you Jem?

Jem: OH HELL NO!!! That bitch got her Baboon to powerbomb me from the ring to the floor and then she stepped on my head. She doesn’t get to chicken out of a fight. She doesn’t get too sick her whatever on me and get away with it. I owe her big time and I can guarantee you that I’m coming to collect.

Carson: Then you will be quite pleased to know that it can be your new year resolution. On the January 10th Breaking Point when FFW begins the new year, you two will be in a tag team match against Miss Lozano and her recent new friend, Kimmi Hate.

Angela: Sounds like a plan to me. As ever, I’ve got Jem’s back and I’m more than willing to drop Kimmi Hate on her penguin-eating, Child-bullying head. I’m more than happy to clear her out of the way and let Jem run riot on that over privileged, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, pretentious, designer wearing, Goddess wannabe.

Jem: Thanks Ange, but if Kimmi decides to play sacrificial goat or Isis decides to repeat her antics while I’m the legal woman in that match. If they try to stop me from delivering the beating of a lifetime to that chickenshit, then I’ll drop them like a bad habit and make damn sure they need to be carried out of the building. They’ll be spending the start of the New Year in a hospital room enjoying an entire rainbow of Jello flavours.

Carson: This is a fight that could have been avoided, had Miss Lozano not taken the actions she did in September. But in the new year, she will find herself...and her clearly deranged partner...on the short end of a very long night. I don’t envy you ladies even a little.

We are shown a graphic for the match before we head elsewhere.



Kate Passes The Torch

Backstage at the Cowboys Stadium we are taken to a locker room and it is there where we are able to see Kate Steele tying up her Vans. She is clad in her traditional wrestling attire. Her white sports bra with a fishnet over it to expose her mid drift with her tattoo on her lower back. Her Union Jack designed tights. She begins to tap up her wrist when there is a knock at her door. She turns her attention over it and notices Allison Marx walking towards her. Kate can’t help but have her game face on as Allison draws closer to her.

Allison: Kate it seems like it’s been forever since we have really heard anything from you. There are rumors going around that involve you. I was wondering if you could clear some of those up before you walk into one of your biggest matches of your career?

Kate nods her head in agreement as she finishes taping up one of her wrists. She offers a small grin as she begins to reply back to her.

Kate: Of course you can Allison. What is it that I can do for you?!

Allison: Well one of the biggest rumors going on is that you are perhaps a little upset with the success that Dawn has achieved. After all tonight she will be competing for something that you want. A shot at the Ultraviolence Championship. How do you feel knowing she has a chance to earn what should be rightfully yours? There’s no telling when you might get your long awaited rematch…

Kate thinks about the question before she cracks a passionate smile on her lips and begins to speak.

Kate: I know that has been on everyone’s minds and it’s something that I have been thinking about for a while now. Truth be told I have been doing some thinking about my career as a wrestler. I had a great run with the championship. Not many people can say they climbed to the top of the division and won the belt on two different occasions. Camilla Pazzini can say she did it, Wendy House can say it, and Katherine Stryfe can also say it as well… But each of them took the championship and they became the best they could be. I held that belt the longest this year and I was sad to depart from it. Part of me wanted to get it back desperately. For what purpose? Because I felt like it defined me. Like I needed it to be relevant, but upon listening to Kasey’s comment this week from her blog I realized that it wasn’t the belt that defined the champion. It was the champion that defined the belt.

Kate takes a breather as she continues to speak.

Kate: I don’t need the belt to be relevant. I had one of the best records of the year. Up until my match with Destiny at Sin & Sacrifice my Pay Per View record was damn near flawless. I truly was one of the shining stars in this business and most of those moments came without defending the belt. Just glance at my feud with Maddie, my match to get back into the hunt. The Ten Femme Chaos… All of it was done without the belt. Isabella has backed me into a corner where she may never give me a title shot again. She think she is hurting me, and I was too blinded by losing to not see things so clearly. I think what Mark Horton was getting at before my husband rudely cut him off in the following hours after I lost the belt is that I had a good run and I could move on to better things but I was too blind to see it. For all we know I could stay on this course of Isabella’s path to redemption and I may never get a shot at the title again.

Kate forms a confident grin as she continues to speak.

Kate: So with fans sending me various fan mail pleading with me to stop this journey because it will only end up with me getting hurt, after having sit downs with my closest family and friends, an after talking it through with my manager Carson. I feel like it’s in my best interest to step away from the Ultraviolence division. I had a good run but it’s time to move on towards something else. I just don’t want to be defined as an Ultraviolence warrior I won’t to be acknowledged as being an all around wrestler. Where will I go from here? I don’t know but considering I have a Future Shock season of All Stars coming up, and will potentially deal with the bullshit of Stacey and Valentina. I can’t afford to deal with Isabella’s shit also. It’s just career suicide and for once in my life I am going to do the logical thing. Something that always failed me. Where do I take my career from here?! Well… That will be all be determined at the very first show of the year. After sitting down with my manager Carson and talking things through. You will get an answer on where I go next. As for the present day Allison. I am happy with Dawn. Markus is really teaching her into being something special, and I officially pass down my mantle of this division to her.

Kate smiles widely.

Kate; She will be the future of the division and will be the one to carry the torch from this point forward, but before I get too carried away let’s talk about Sylvia for a moment. Tonight everyone will still get thier match but it isn’t because of Isabella’s terms. They are getting it because a chapter needs to be closed between Sylvia and I. A war that wages back to my feud with Marla, to my comments rude comments about the both of them. I can understand why Sylvia wishes death to all Warrens. And she can hide behind her tweets of thumbtacks,and whatever she wishes. But tonight I show her what she truly is up against. Tonight I show her why I was the longest reigning Ultraviolence Champion this year. Tonight I give her the fight of her life and she better be ready for it. I could go on and on, but I rather not… After all Silence is golden….. And tonight…. Actions will speak louder than words…..

Kate nods her head before she goes back to taping her other wrist as we fade out on a very game Kate Steele.

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The months long rivalry between the two teams is highlighted on the video wall before we head down to the ring, where Cory awaits.

Cory: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winners will be the #1 contenders to the FFW Unity Tag Team Championship!

Zack: That video showed it well, but we are about to get some closure on a tag team feud that has roared through both the Trios and the Unity divisions.

Erica: You got that right! Everyone in this match has seen quite a lot of one another, and tonight they have a title shot awaiting the winner.

The lights around the arena dim leaving the spotlights focused on the stage. The opening to “Misery Business” by Paramore suddenly hits the PA system as the spotlights on the stage flash between pink and white and the video screens around the arena begin to play.

Sinfully Seductive
Captivatingly Corrupt
Dark Fantasy

After a few moments the curtains part and Ravyn Taylor and Syren make their way out on the stage. Ravyn and Syren are wearing matching pink ring jackets with the letters “DF” on the back. Syren spins around, showing the back of the jacket to the crowd before turning back to her partner, and both women pose back to back, with Syren blowing a kiss to the crowd. The crowd give a mixed reaction as the duo make their way to the ring, joining arms as they do so. Ravyn climbs the ring steps and Syren stops in front of the camera and flicks her hair back before singing along with the lyrics, mouthing the words “And if you could then you know you would, cause god it just feels so”, before taking a few more steps and spinning back around to the camera, completing the chorus by mouthing “it just feels SO good!”

Cory: And now introducing, from Los Angeles, California, representing the Infamous, the team of Ravyn Taylor and Syren, collectively they are DARK FANTASY!”

Syren continues walking to the ring and leaps up on to the apron, ducking under the middle rope and wiggling her ass to the crowd to tease the fans. Once inside the ring Syren and Ravyn climb the turnbuckles, posing on the middle turnbuckles as Syren continues singing along to the song. Syren flips off the ropes athletically as Ravyn just steps down before she collapses to a seated position in the corner as Syren ducks down beside her.

Zack: Syren and Ravyn said in their video that they feel like outsiders in FFW, and that’s a shame because I enjoy watching them immensely.

Erica: I think a lot of that is self-inflicted. It’s not as though they have gone out of their way to feel otherwise, though I thought Zoe and Adam were friends.

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.

Cory Kincaid: Introducing first/And their opponents, from France... Alysson Gardner and Gabrielle Crimson -- THE ROCKING KITTENS!!!

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.

Zack: At Sin & Sacrifice, the Kittens came within a whisker...see what I did there….of becoming the next Unity Tag Team Champions. They want another crack at KO/TO, all they gotta do is turn back Ravyn and Zoe.

Erica: Well they’ve been doing a fair job of that in the last couple matches they’ve had. This rivalry has gone back and forth for some time, this is a perfect way to settle it.

Crimson and Taylor step to their respective corners as Gardner and Syren stand in the middle of the ring staring daggers at each other. Collar and elbow tie up, Syren with a go behind, Gardner reverses into a hammerlock into a headlock. Syren lifts Gardner up going for an atomic drop, but Gardner leans backwards flipping back over Syren and into a rear waist lock. Syren's shoulders are slammed into the mat with a bridging German suplex pin fall. The ref is there

One...

Tw--No!

Ravyn Taylor kicks Alysson's ribs to break up the pin just as Syren kicks out.

Zack: Not wasting any time with the pin break ups, Ravyn almost punted Alysson’s ribs out right there.

Erica: Too much on the line, and nothing wrong with that! A good tag partner is always there to make sure they are there when their partner might need them.

The referee begins to force Ravyn out of the ring, but Gabrielle gets in quickly and her and Gardner whip Syren into their corner. Right hand from Crimson as Alysson shoulder blocks Syren even more into the corner. Gardner and Crimson look at each other before starting to simultaneously releasing kicks into Syren's ribs. Ravyn is in her corner and there comes Kevin Fisk to administer the mandatory five count.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Zack: You can tell there are some hard feelings, can’t you? The Kittens have a point to prove on these two!

Erica: No kidding! And had it not been for the referee, I’m pretty sure Ravyn would have been back in there and this whole thing busting loose early!

Gabrielle climbs out of the ring with a smirkish type look towards Ravyn Taylor. Alysson reaches out and tags in her partner and girlfriend Gabrielle Crimson. Crimson comes into the match now as the legal woman. Double knife edge chop rocks the flesh of Syren and the five count starts again. Here comes Taylor, she shoves Alysson away before Irish whipping her into the ropes. Alysson slides under the bottom rope looking at Taylor as Alysson points at her own head. Crimson with a chop block to the back of Ravyn's knee. Taylor falls down to the mat as Alysson and Crimson laugh at Taylor's predicament and her partner. Syren dives from the corner taking Crimson down with an unsuspected clothesline. Ravyn gets over to her corner and is back on the ring apron. Syren is unleashing right and left fists into the face of Gabrielle Crimson.

Erica: We may need two referees before this one is said and done. You can see how badly they want to be the number one contenders!

Zack: Look at those shots from Syren, she is pasting Gaby with both hands here!

Referee is beginning to realize he might have his hands full in this match as he once again has to administer the five count for closed fists. He gets up to four before Syren rolls off of the now bruised face of Gabrielle Crimson. Irish whip into the corner, Syren tags in Ravyn Taylor. Ravyn and Syren with double forearm shots as once again, the mandatory five count is issued. After four, Syren climbs through the ropes as Ravyn delivers a painful looking knife edge chop to Crimson's chest. Pulling her from the corner, Ravyn shoves her backwards into the corner, shoulder block to the midsection. Another shoulder block. Ravyn wraps her arms around Gabrielle's waist, spins around, belly to chest type spine buster. Ravyn puts one of Gabrielle's legs on the ropes, jumps into the air, and comes down on the knee, causing it to bend in a way it wasn't meant to. Ravyn jumps into the air again, comes down, on the upturned knee of Gabrielle Crimson.. Ravyn reaches out to tag in Syren looking to keep the fresh woman active.

Zack: Here comes Syren back in, and the strategy is clear. If you take out Gaby’s legs, she’s not going to be able to do what she loves to do best!

Erica: Yeah, that being get some speed and air underneath her, she’s a pink haired pinball! Kinda reminds me of Nathan.

Syren climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a cross body splash into a pin as she hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Erica: Near fall for Syren there off the cross body!

Zack: It’s going to take a little more than that to get past the Kittens with the stakes as high as they are in this match.

Alysson Gardner in to break up the pin just as Gabrielle reaches out a leg to the ropes. Kevin Fisk begins to push Alysson Gardner back to her corner. Ravyn pulls herself up to a vertical base, double Irish whip into the corner. Clothesline from Ravyn, who ducks to the right, Syren with a clothesline and she ducks to the left. Alysson is not wanting to go to hwe corner pointing out that her partner is being double teamed across the ring. Ravyn hooks in a wristlock on Crimson as Syren kicks out at the bend of her elbow, Gabrielle grunts in pain from the torment on her elbow. Syren looks back to see Alysson still arguing with the referee as Ravyn slides under the bottom rope, she grabs both of Gabrielle's ankles, pulling them out from under her and slamming her crotch on the ring post. Syren leaps into the air dropping a leg across the back of Gabrielle's neck. Ravyn climbs back to her position on the ring apron just as the referee turns to check on what Alysson Gardner has been saying. It is time for Ravyn to smirk back at Alysson Gardner as Kevin Fisk turns back to say something about lying. Syren tags in Ravyn Taylor and another double team commences.

Erica: I think it’s safe to say the aggression factor has been turned up to a new level here.

Zack: That’s just another sign of how bad they want this match, and you can be sure KO/TO are watching backstage as well.

Syren and Ravyn with an Irish whip into the ropes, they quickly charge after their prey. Gabrielle holds onto the top rope, flips herself over, and pulls the top rope down as both Syren and Ravyn go diving over the top rope. Gabrielle flips herself back into the ring, looks at her partner and simply falls down to the mat. Alysson is in as soon as it happens, Kevin has begun the ten count.

One...

Alysson pulls Gabrielle up to her feet.

Two...

Draping her arm around her shoulders, she pulls her to their corner.

Three...

Alysson climbs back through the ropes and extends a hand.

Four...

Ravyn and Syren get to their feet.

Five...

The two hurriedly get back to the ring and slide in under the bottom rope.

Si...

Zack: Last thing we want is a countout either way, let’s settle this thing!

Erica: Wish granted, they are back into the ring and this number one contenders match rolls on!

Alysson is powerless to stop, but Kevin doesn't allow Syren to come over and forces her back to her corner. Alysson with a right hand staggers Ravyn, but she manages to avoid a second and grabs Gabrielle's wrist, she begins tugging. Kevin turns around just in time to see Gabrielle's boot touch the outstretched hand of Alysson Gardner; Ravyn drops the wrist of Crimson. Alysson leaps from the top with a dropkick, Taylor down. Syren comes in, standing dropkick sends her down.

Erica: Not often you see someone tag with their boot, is it?

Zack: That’ll be a first for me too!

Ravyn up charging at Alysson, a clothesline from Alysson sends her back down to the mat. Syren up swinging a right hand, a Fujiwara arm bar takes her down to the canvas. Alysson thinks about locking on a chicken wing submission, but with Syren not being the legal woman, it is pointless. Alysson back up quickly and here comes Taylor again, determined if nothing else. Alysson ducks under the Taylor clothesline, standing dropkick sends Ravyn stumbling over Syren. Ravyn's face smacks into the turnbuckle, Syren is getting back up. Alysson grabs her wrist, Syren is sent flying over the top rope. Ravyn turns back around, collar and elbow tie up. Ravyn spins Alysson around, shoving her into the corner, she follows in with a clothesline. Alysson ducks under, hooks Ravyn in a backslide pin.

Erica: Backslide!

One...

Two...

Thr--NO!

Ravyn rolls out of the pin. Alysson releases the hold.

Erica: Alysson nearly caught the fall right there, I don’t think Ravyn anticipated that too well!

Zack: That was close, but no cigar! Ravyn is a five year veteran, she’s probably not been surprised all that often at this point.

Ravyn on her knees, throws a punch to the standing Alysson that catches her in the midsection. Alysson doubles over from the surprise of the blow. Another right hand, and a third as Syren climbs back up on the apron. Ravyn reaches out for a tag, but Alysson shoves her away with a shoulder block to the face, Ravyn lands on her back. Alysson with an elbow drop, but Ravyn rolls out of the way and Alysson's elbow catches canvas, hard. Ravyn sits up, reaching out and tagging in Syren. She pulls Alysson up with the assistance of the hair on his head. Alysson grunts from the pain on her scalp, Syren with a slap to Alysson's face, following it up with a closed fist. Ravyn with a full nelson on Alysson prevents her from fighting back and the five count is administered by referee Kevin Fisk. But just because Alysson is unable to fight back, that doesn't mean Gabrielle Crimson can't. Here comes Crimson with a dropkick sending Syren into Gardner, Gardner into Taylor, and Ravyn is squished in the corner. Here comes the fans again for the Rocking Kittens!

Zack: It’s like watching a domino effect!

Erica: Gaby setting off a chain reaction that left Ravyn getting the worst of it, to be sure!

Syren turns around into a closed right fist from Crimson, her head is rocked back from the force of the blow. A closed right fist for Ravyn sends her reeling back, another to Syren, and another for Ravyn. Alysson is getting up, she throws a right into Ravyn's face as Crimson is throwing them into Syren's face. Referee Kevin Fisk has lost control of this one here so far. Alysson with a right, a mule kick from Syren though prevents the closed right fist from connecting with Ravyn's face. But Gabrielle's closed right fist connects with Syren's skull, but as Syren falls down to the canvas, she raises her right foot straight up and catches Crimson’s jaw. Gabrielle falls to the canvas in a heap. Syren, back up, lifts her on her shoulders, carries, and deposits her in her corner, on the ring apron.

Zack: Gaby got a mouthful of boot right there, and now Syren’s back in her teams’ corner.

Erica: And that’s the last place Gaby wants to be, stuck between Syren and Ravyn on the far side of the ring.

Kevin gets Ravyn to go back in her corner as Syren throws Alysson into Ravyn's grasp. Right from Syren, a left, and Syren is boxing Alysson's head from side to side. Alysson looks behind Syren with a glint in her eyes and Syren stops to turn around. Back elbow into Ravyn's face sends her off of the ring apron. Alysson spins Syren around, swinging neck breaker and Syren is down. Alysson pulls her back up, forearm shot to Syren's throat, one to his forehead, and a chop now has Syren in the Kitten’s corner. Alysson tags in Gabrielle Crimson, she climbs to the top turnbuckle, sitting on Syren's shoulders, she flips forward driving Syren's face into the canvas. Hooking the leg, she makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--NO!

Ravyn stomps on the back of Gabrielle's head to break up the pin!

Erica: And the assist goes to Ravyn right there, because that could have been it for Zoe!

Alysson dives at Ravyn before Kevin can get her back to her corner. Both women go through the middle rope and to the outside floor, all friendships gone out the window for the time being. Alysson and Ravyn are rolling around on the matting outside the ring. Fists are flying and the fans on the front row are getting a treat here. Gabrielle pulls Syren up to her feet, forearm to the mouth before she whips her into the ropes. Syren throws out an arm as Gabrielle rebounds, but Crimson ducks under the attack, hitting a dropkick to Syren's back. Syren is shoved front first into the ropes and Gabrielle runs, leaping, grabbing Syren's head under her arm in a face lock, driving her down to the matting outside with a bulldog from inside the ring!

Erica: And here comes Gaby again! That girl has more fight in her than most girls twice her size!

Zack: Crimson just won’t stay down for any reason, and that bulldog had some hard feelings behind it!

On the other side of the ring, Ravyn is pounding Alysson's face into the guard railing, Gabrielle sees this, slides into the ring as referee Kevin Fisk begins the count, he quickly stops it. Gabrielle runs diving through the ropes with the Crimson Spear, which takes Ravyn out for the mean time. Gabrielle is up, hurting, but she doesn't care because the crowd is chanting her name. They are alternating between "Crimson!" "Gardner!" Gabrielle picks up Alysson, rolling her onto the apron before climbing back into the ring herself. The count is stopped at four, but is fixing to begin again as Gabrielle climbs to the top turnbuckle that is facing towards Syren. She looks to the crowd, looks to Syren, and back to the crowd. She dives with the point of her elbow extended in front of her. The point drives home in Syren's chest. Crimson rolls Syren into the ring before holding onto the top rope. Pulling herself up, Gabrielle springs from the apron to the top rope, flipping in mid air as she lands a split legged 360 degrees front flip leg drop. She hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre--NO!

Syren manages to get her hand into the rope to stop the pin, but only barely.

Zack: Was that ever close!!

Erica: I thought it was over too, credit to Syren right there!

Gabrielle scoops Syren, slamming her down in front of the corner, Gabrielle climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps out with the The G-Effect (Shooting star senton) and it connects with Syren's upturned knees, driving the wind right out of Gabrielle Crimson! Gabrielle falls to the side, rolling over to her back. Syren locks Gabrielle into a front face lock, wrenching the hold in, and then drops to the mat. In a heartbeat, she wraps his legs around the back of Gabrielle's arms, preventing him from having the ability to use them to try to escape the Malibu On Tap (Triangle Choke). Referee Kevin is there to check on the status of Gabrielle, who's boot is just inches away from the ropes and safety. Alysson goes to dive into the ring but is stopped from doing so, she turns around to find the grip of Ravyn Taylor on her leg, pulling her back. Gabrielle has no where to go, trying to move but having lost her breath by connecting with Syren’s knees, she’s fading quickly and has no choice but to tap out.

DING! DING! DING!

Zack: And that’ll do it! It doesn’t take long for the triangle choke to take effect, and Dark Fantasy just became number one contenders!

Cory: The winners of the match...and the number one contenders to the FFW Unity Tag Team Championship…...DARK FANTASY!!

Syren immediately releases the hold and Ravyn slides into the ring to go to her partner, hugging her. They get to their feet, celebrating their win as Alysson checks on Gabrielle. She’s gasping for breath, but is able to stand. The four of them look at each other for a moment before extending their hands out, shaking hands to the delight of the crowd.

Erica: Classy right there. Seeing that match, you wouldn’t have thought anyone was shaking hands after this!

Zack: They fought like they hated each other, but I think in the end, it was more respect than anything! Both teams showed us a new level of intensity here tonight at Anarchy!

From there, we cut elsewhere.




The Bella of Ultraviolence

With a short preview of the upcoming Ultraviolence Scramble, the show heads to the back and there we find a very unpopular woman standing by. That woman would be the one who made the Scramble as well as booked Metal Mayhem for the show, the Ultraviolence Commissioner Isabella Mackenzie, as joined by Herbie Richmond.

Herbie: Hiya, Mrs. Mackenzie! One of your matches is up next, the Ultraviolence Scramble and we still got the Metal Mayhem match coming later tonight. How are you? And how much are you looking forward to them?

Isabella: I am fantastic, Herbert, thank you for asking. And why wouldn’t I be? Tonight is Anarchy; and you know the very name showcases my division’s meteoric rise through the FFW ranks perfectly. We have two top notch Ultraviolence matches for you tonight, and to top it off, one of my best friends is going to destroy my most hated rival in the main event for the FFW Championship! Rest assured, Herbert, I’m on Cloud Nine right now!

Herbie: Well that’s great, ma’am. We already know that the winner of the Scramble gets an Ultraviolence Championship match in the coming year. Can you tell us when that is? Chaos Theory maybe on February 28?

Isabella: You’d think, wouldn’t you? No, no, no... I don’t think we need to be waiting all that time, do you? You see, I have a better idea. On January 10th, Breaking Point goes to Hawaii for the first show of the FFW calendar year. And what better place for the winner of the Scramble to challenge Destiny Campbell for the championship? 2015 will kick off like it will continue, with the Ultraviolence Championship at the forefront of proceedings!

Herbie: OH! That sounds good too. Is there someone in the Scramble you’d prefer to see win tonight? Emma or Undine or Dawn or Penny or Leah? Either of them someone you’d like to see advance tonight?

Isabella: Damn, Herbie, there’s more “ors” there than a rowing team. Honestly, I don’t really have a preference. The truth is, I like to sit back and see how these things play out. It’s more fun that way, much more thrilling. I’m pretty sure I can make a viable contender out of any of them... I wouldn’t have picked them for the match if I didn’t think they could go all the way. So let’s just kick back, and see what happens, hmm?

Herbie: That makes sense. I understand you had a recent acquisition you wanted to introduce tonight. What star did you sign, ma’am?

Before Herbie could answer, a man in FFW referee attire walked into the shot. And as he turned to the camera, there was no doubt who it was.

Herbie: ALVIN SHEPHERD?!

Isabella: Quite. Alvin is an old friend of mine, and is, in my opinion, the one official in this sport who does not allow himself to be intimidated or influenced by wrestlers. Sure, he may have made some questionable decisions in the past, but mistakes are there to be learned from, Herbert. And Alvin has my full backing. As far as those who would say he does not deserve another chance... I suppose that shows their true colours, doesn’t it? Alvin will do great. I assure you.

Herbie: But he---

Alvin cut him off, shaking his head.

Alvin: Herbie, all I asked for was a second chance. And the only person willing to give it to me was Mrs. Mackenzie. I admit I made some questionable calls in the past, but like I said in the video I sent to FFW, I’ve found a higher power now.

He fished out the cross pendant on his necklace, showing it to the camera as Herbie looked at it and then back to him.

Alvin: And you have my word that as a referee, I will ensure the right person gets what they deserve in every match I call. I was given a second chance, and I will make the absolute most of it.

He kissed the cross in his hand and even pecked Isabella on the cheek after that before we leave with a dumbfounded Herbie.





Cory: This next contest is the Ultraviolence Scramble Match, with the winner getting an Ultraviolence Championship match!

The crowd pops! But instead of the music of one of the 5 involved contestants, though, the arena is engulfed in light, as the titantron, headlights, basically every light and board in the arena turns white, and a distorted sound of a bell is heard. “Behind Blue Eyes” by Limp Bizkit starts playing, as the Ultraviolence Champion Destiny Campbell comes from the back, wearing the UV Championship around her waist, her head hanging low, as she makes her way down the entrance ramp. Destiny walks past the ring and eventually joins Mark at the commentary table.

Mark: It’s time for the first Ultraviolence match of the night, and as you heard from Cory and we heard from Isabella earlier, the winner gets their shot on the first show of 2015! And here in the booth with me is the Ultraviolence Champion herself, Destiny Campbell.

Destiny puts on her headset after sitting beside Mark, and giggles.

Destiny: Thank you for your cordiality, Mr. Horton… And I could not be more excited for the end result of this particular event… For I cannot wait to find out who my next dance partner is… Heheheh!

Cory: The rules are as follows: earlier today, the five wrestlers involved in this match drew a number ranging from 1 to 5. The two wrestlers that drew numbers 1 and 2 will start this match, and every 5 minutes the wrestler to have drawn the following number will join them in the ring. After all five wrestlers are in the ring, more five minutes will be added to the match, and after those are done with, the match will be declared concluded. One wrestler may at any moment earn a pinfall or submission over another wrestler, and this will give her the winner's advantage. The wrestler with the advantage when the clock runs out will be declared the winner, and earn an Ultraviolence Championship match!

"I Get Wet" by Andrew WK hits the PA, and Undine walks out, fist pumping for the crowd. She has her trusty Supersoaker on hand, taunting the audience by squirting... whatever's loading the Supersoaker upwards.

Cory: And the contestants! Introducing she who drew #1, from Llanfair PG, Wales, weighing 131 lbs... she is THE AQUABLONDE... UNDINE!

Mark: Undine is, without question, one of the veterans of this match. And I’d wager she will enjoy the most crowd support here tonight in Dallas! She’s had her eyes on the Ultraviolence Championship for some months.

Destiny: And there is something about her ferociousness, her flow inside the ring… I would love to have a taste of that at some moment in time...

Undine slaps hands with a few fans, before scurrying round the ring, and hopping onto the apron, flicking her hair back against the ropes. She climbs in and fist pumps again as her music fades out. After that, "Ain’t it Fun" by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does, Dawn Warren makes her way out from behind the curtains alongside her boyfriend Dillon Foxx. She plants a kiss on his lips as she makes her way down to the ring.

Cory: And #2, from Long Island, New York, representing the Dogs of War... DAWN WARREN!

Before entering the ring, Dawn browses under the ring and starts drawing tables from there! One, two tables that she throws into the table, and a third one that she sets up at ringside, touching the apron. Only then Dawn rolls into the ring and gets in Undine's face.

The bells ring with Undine still looking incredulous at Dawn, and the Green Fox spaks a little bit of trash to the Aquablonde's face. And adding insult to injury, Dawn makes her way to the turnbuckles, climbing them and taunting the crowd a little bit more:

Dawn: DA-DA-DA-DAH DA-DAH! PUPPY OF WAAAAARRRRR!!!

Mark: We heard Kate’s thoughts earlier tonight, she says that Dawn is the future of this division and essentially passed the torch to her. I’m sure nepotism had a part in her deciding Dawn was the future, but she can prove Kate right here if she can win this Scramble.

Destiny: I must say, though… I am intrigued… How can a disgrace of a woman that is Kath-lyn Steele-Warren dictate who is the future of MY division…? Especially this… This… Comic book reject?!

Undine shakes her head at the taunt as Dawn jumps back to the mat and yells the same thing at the Welsh: "PUPPY OF WA--" She's interrupted as Undine raises the Supersoaker and mercilessly squirts acid into the teenager's face! Undine then starts throwing punches to Dawn's head and eventually corners the Green Fox against the corner, proceeding to attack her with knees and calf strikes to her midsection, all the while Dawn is still holding her face, rubbing the acid off her face. Undine then puts Dawn in an up straight position and delivers a thunderous knife edge chop to Dawn's chest, the slap sound echoing all over the stadium. Satisfied with that, Undine repeats that before leaving Dawn behind and grabbing one of the tables Dawn had thrown into the ring and propping it against the corner opposite to Dawn. Unbeknownst to Undine, though, Dawn rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, rolling right back in and waiting for Undine to turn around.

Mark: Dawn wasting no time getting some weaponry, and the Puppy of ….whatever...has a surprise for the Aquablonde.

Destiny: Ms. Warren fought the pain spit on her face and sought for something to equalize this… She can indeed be a sly little fox!

When Undine finally turns around to face Dawn, she’s met with a steel chair shot to the face! The blonde collapses, and Dawn goes trigger crazy with the object, striking Meredith with the chair over and over and over again until the Aquablonde seems to be defenseless. Dawn then brings Undine up and puts her in a side headlock, letting out a war cry before running towards the table her opponent had set! Undine, though, dampers the impact with her hands, the table barely bending, before she pushes up and grabs Dawn by the head, slamming her face repeatedly against the wood. Dawn turns around resting against the table when Undine finally lets go, and the Aquablonde takes possession of Dawn’s chair, raising it up and announcing the attack. [2:19]

Mark: That’s the problem in a match...whatever you bring into it...can be used against you and Undine’s got the steel!

Destiny: Aheheheh! Do it, Meredith! DO IT!

Undine then swings the steel chair into Dawn, but the Green Fox rolls out of the way and the chair meets the wood, making a loud metallic noise, before Warren spears Undine to the mat and starts hammering away with punches and slaps! Dawn then rolls back to her feet and, with a handful of Undine’s hair, she brings her opponent up, throwing her into the ropes. Undine bounces and comes back, and Dawn leaps into her for a DDT attempt… which Undine counters into a powerbomb, bridged for a pin! Dawn squirms and gets up from that before the referee can even count 1, backflipping to her feet. As Undine makes it to her feet, she’s met with a superkick to the jaw and collapses back again.

Destiny: My, oh, my! As fate would have it, Ms. Warren does have a glimpse of… future in her.

Mark: You have to be extremely resilient to be in the Ultraviolence division, and both of these ladies are showing you that they are indeed that. Most people would be down for a week with some of this offense.

Undine slowly brings herself back up, and Dawn hammers away with kicks and calves, before grabbing her by the head and lifting her up. Warren then whips Undine into the ropes. Undine plants her feet and reverts it, sending Dawn running instead. Dawn bounces, comes running back, and Undine attempts to strike her with a spinning heel kick… that Dawn slides right under, throwing herself to the mat and popping back up behind the Aquablonde! She keeps running, bouncing on the opposite ropes, trying to catch Undine off guard, only for the Aquablonde to spin and strike Warren to the face with another spin kick, this one a much more violent one than the one she had originally planned. After that, she covers.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Dawn kicks out.

Mark: A near fall for the Aquablonde, and if experience counts for anything, Dawn is going to be outmatched in that regard. But I’ll give Dawn credit, she is showing that toughness like we saw at Malcie in the match with Sylvia.

Destiny: That encounter… Was something, was it not? Two women with nothing but their own hate between them…  Like that was going to serve as a barrier… Aheheheh...

Undine groans and brings Dawn back to her feet. Throwing her against the corners, Undine watches as Dawn hits her back hard against the turnbuckles and falls seated on the second rope. Again, the Aquablonde starts delivering knife edge chops to Dawn’s chest, before taking a little bit of a distance, gathering the steel chair again, and hitting it against the mat for a couple of times. The blonde then runs into Dawn with the steel chair and prepares a dropkick with the chair coming before her feet… But Dawn rolls out of the way and Undine meets nothing but steel! Dawn leaps to the ring apron, and then to the top turnbuckle, balancing herself on the top rope, locking crosshairs at the blonde… Only for Undine to strike the steel chair against the top rope and rock it, making Dawn lose all of her balance and fall seated on the turnbuckles! As the Green Fox BARELY keeps her balance on that precarious position, Undine pitches the steel chair into her opponent’s head, hitting jackpot as Dawn is sent backwards and tumbles to ringside!

Mark: The top rope is a bad bad place to be in a match like this, and Dawn just learned that the hard way! Undine throws a chair like nobody’s business!

Destiny: Precision, unpredictability… And a little bit of convenience as well… That was a work of art!...

Undine then rolls to ringside and grabs Dawn by the head, bringing her to her feet, only to throw Dawn into the steel steps right beside her! And as Dawn crumbles in a heap, the 10-second countdown for entrant #3 hits, and Undine quickly gathers a Kendo stick from under the ring and braces!

Destiny: Time beckons, bring forth the next victim!

6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!...

And as the countdown reaches its end, “The Death of Music” hits the PA, as the “Deaf Revolutionary” Leah O’Quinn rushes through the entrance gate wielding a stick of her own, and goes straight into Undine! The blonde and the redhead then clash “swords” and measure strengths, before Leah manages to outplay Undine and removes her stick from her hands, connecting that with a Thesz press, assaulting her with punches with a superhuman strength that only a prolific striker like her would have! Leah then gets up and lifts Undine to her feet, whipping her into the crowd barrier, proceeding to get the two Kendo sticks and advancing to beat Undine as hard as she can!

Mark: It’s a shame that Leah can’t hear the roar she got when she came out, because the fans here in Dallas are certainly behind her as well! Look at her go with those lethal kendo stick shots!

Destiny: Beat her like a drum, lady!... Pity you cannot hear the beautiful sounds you are producing...

Leah then dismisses the Kendo sticks and grabs Undine by the head, aiming to whip her into the ring corner post, but the Aquablonde reverts it and sends Leah into the post instead! O’Quinn hits her head with a loud thud, and Undine doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done, as she keeps holding Leah’s head and drags her across the ring’s side, aiming to strike her head against the other post… And that’s when Dawn shows up with a 5 ft. ladder from the blindside and smashes it into Undine and Leah! Leah and Undine collapse, and Dawn takes her sweet time setting the ladder up in front of the steel steps she had been smashed against just a minute and a half ago. Dawn then lets out another war cry before climbing onto the steel steps, then the top rung of that ladder, and then launches herself into Leah and Undine with a crossbody!

Mark: Dawn getting airborne again and this time taking full advantage of it, taking out both the Aquablonde and the Deaf Revolutionary.

After that little athletic show, Dawn lifts Leah and throws her into the ring, and then does the same to Undine. After rolling into the ring herself, Dawn covers Leah.

ONE!

TWO!

T-- NO!!! Leah kicks out.

Destiny: I can see what Ms. Warren is going for here, but do riddle me this, Mr. Horton… Should this match end with nobody at all with the advantage… What happens?

Mark: As I understand the rules, we go into overtime with the first person to catch a fall being named the winner. There must be a winner!

After the failed cover on Leah, Dawn covers Undine…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mark: And Dawn Warren holds the advantage for now! The challenge is keeping it the rest of the match, and that’ll be easier said than done.

And as the referee slaps the mat for a third time, Dawn pops up with the biggest smile ever, feeling like the Awesome Champion of the world! She climbs to the top turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, yelling “PUPPY OF WARRRRR!!!” at them… oblivious that, right behind her, Undine is already up. When Dawn finally hops back to the mat, Undine is right there, staring at her with her arms crossed.

Destiny: I would not call that an “advantage”, Mr. Horton, I know what Ms. Leavenworth did! Why kick out and waste energy if the match would not stop?! She can still win this!

Dawn then raises her arms pleading innocence, trying to talk her way out of that situation, but Undine is clearly having none of that. However, to return the favor, Leah pops up out of nowhere with the very ladder Dawn had used before and runs the brunette and the blonde over holding it like a shield! As Dawn and Undine collapse, Leah sets the ladder up at the corner, only to climb it, hop to the top turnbuckle and retrieve the ladder again, breathing in deeply before leaping and setting the ladder under her, falling like a meteor on top of the two rivals and landing on the ladder! The Deaf Revolutionary screams in pain as she rolls away from the ladder, but Dawn and Undine are completely reactionless!

Mark: Good God, Leah’s been destroyed, thanks to that ladder! We’re talking potentially punctured or broken ribs and who knows what else!

After a long while with the three wrestlers squirming and struggling to get back up, it’s Leah who unsurprisingly brings herself to her feet, going after the veteran in Undine, as Dawn seems to be completely offline. She brings Undine to her feet and starts delivering boxing jabs and hooks to the Welsh’s body eventually pressing her against one of the corners. She then grabs her arm and yanks her from the corner, only to pick her up in a sidewalk slam setup… And parading around the ring with Undine on her arms, for the show of strength! The showboating has a price, though, as Undine reaches the floor with her feet and kicks up, backflipping and turning Leah’s sidewalk slam into a reverse DDT setup! Wasting no time, Undine makes the moves to drop Leah on her head… But Leah grabs Undine’s head and connects that with a cutter, and the two women knock one another down!

Mark: I don’t know who’s coming out last, but I swear to you there won’t be much of anything left with what these three are doing to one another.

And with the three wrestlers down, the 10-count for the next wrestler hits…

10! 9!... 3! 2! 1!

And a whistling sound is heard as Emma Macnamara comes from backstage to the boos of the audience, no weapons in hand, as she just smirks at the fallen bodies inside the ring. Emma rolls into the ring and smirks down at Dawn, moving her body with her feet… then Leah and Undine, fallen in a heap… And when she turns around to see Dawn again, Dawn has taken hold of Undine’s Supersoaker, squirting acid into the Hitwoman’s face! As Emma covers her face, Dawn kipups back to her feet and takes it right to Emma with punches and elbows, only for the Scot to push her away and deliver a thunderous boot to the face! As if on cue, Leah is up, rushing into Emma, and the Hitwoman quickly puts her down with a scoop slam! Macnamara gets up, and stares at Undine coming at her… And the blonde stops. The blue-haired rogue and the Aquablonde stare one another down, and both crack huge smirks, nodding at one another.

Mark: Oh, these two know each other better than anyone in this match! Countless matches, and this is definitely the most important round between them!

Destiny: This… is art personified. I cannot WAIT!!!

The two veterans then start circling one another, and eventually lock up, measuring strengths… Until Leah and Dawn come from opposite sides and strike both Emma and Undine with steel chairs up the head! Undine and Emma collapse, and Leah and Dawn keep hammering away with the steel chairs, taking it to the veterans and letting them know who owns the ring! They only stop when they’re satisfied, and Dawn looks at Leah and points at the table propped on one of the corners, muttering they should put one of the vets through that table. But it only takes Dawn turning her back on Leah, and it’s the Green Fox eating a steel chair, thanks to the Revolutionary! Leah then smirks and taps her knee, retreating to the corner and waiting for the exact moment strike Dawn! And oblivious to her, though, Undine is getting up...

Mark: Leah’s setting up in the corner, but she doesn’t see the Aquablonde is getting back up….

Leah sprints into Dawn, ready for the Enjoy the Silence, but Undine for the second time in a row uses a steel chair to its best potential, using it as a roadblock for Leah to smash with her NOSE! Leah spins in the air and falls like a sack of bricks, and Undine finally goes for her first cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mark: Undine picks up the fall, and we only got one more coming! Undine may damn well be the one to beat in this match tonight!

Destiny: Not so fast, though! Look at Ms. MacNamara!

Emma is indeed up, as she starts taking it to Undine with punches to the head, before grabbing her by the head and doing what Dawn couldn’t - throwing her into the table propped on the corner! Undine hits the wood face first and latches to the table like a lizard, but the table does NOT break! Gathering the 5’ ladder, Emma raises it in the air like a spear, and then RAMS IT into Undine’s stomach like a joust! Meredith has all the air taken out of her lungs and collapses on her fours, and Emma sees the perfect opportunity to execute her favorite move. Opening the stairs, she envelopes Undine with it and then kicks the ladder shut, making the blonde scream in pain, as she begins to set up her hardcore variation her her trademark Boston crab!

Destiny: Ms. MacNamara is aiming to send Ms. Leavenworth Back to Hell, and this is… BEAUTIFUL!

Mark: Somewhere Isabella is loving this, but these women are taking months off their careers in this thing! Undine is being decimated!

But just as Emma is starting to set her move up, in comes Leah with a chair shot to the Hitwoman’s head! Emma collapses, and Leah throws the chair away, taking a bit of a distance from Emma, only to sprint towards her and striking her with a vicious knee smash to her temple! Emma crumbles, and Leah drags her to the center of the ring for a cover!

Mark: Leah’s about to get the advantage here!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NOOOOO!!! EMMA KICKS OUT!

Destiny: Wh-What?! Emma… She could as well have been blacked out by that, but somehow…!

Mark: Emma wants this, this is all she’s wanted! And she’s playing Russian Roulette with her career just being in this match!

Leah is beside herself as she gets up, complaining with the referee about the count, sure that it was a 3-count. She doesn’t have much time to complain, though, because Dawn is back! With an axe handle, the Green Fox takes Leah down, and then she mounts her for a series of punches… that are quickly frustrated as Leah launches a straight jab with picture perfect aim straight to Dawn’s nose, and the green-clad hero plops to the side holding her face. Leah gets up and locks aim at Dawn, but quickly has to change her mind as she spots Undine getting back up! The rookie and the veteran start fighting it out like they couldn’t do when Leah first hit the ring, and they trade punches back and forth wildly, before Leah blocks one of Undine’s punches and, grabbing her arm, throws her to the corner! Undine hits the turnbuckles, and Leah makes a mad dash towards her, only for Undine to grab her by the waist and shoot her upwards. Leah goes over the top rope and ALMOST misses the ring apron… which would result in a crash onto the FIRST TABLE Dawn had set up at the VERY BEGINNING of the match at ringside!

Mark: Through the table, and Leah has to be destroyed! It’s no wonder the fans have grown attached to Leah, she’s got nothing but heart….and maybe a broken body here in the wreckage of that table!

Undine turns around to grab Leah, but the redhead headbutts Undine’s midsection, sending her straight into Emma, who DDTs her into the mat! MacNamara gts up and taunts Leah to come after her, and O’Quinn takes the risk taking it back into the ring and going after Emma, who easily dominates her with jabs and punches. As Emma takes it to Leah, Dawn is getting up, and the countdown for the Texas Giantess to hit the ring begins!

Destiny: And here comes Ms. Buchanan… I can hardly wait! The Will of the Universe has saved the show’s best for the very end!

Mark: There’s no one left, but the Pain Train! And if she plays this right, she’ll be meeting my broadcast partner in January for the Ultraviolence Championship! There can’t be much left of these women!

3! 2! 1!

The drums of Metallica’s “2x4” announce Penny, as the giant from Texas rushes into the scene, holding, why the hell not?, a 2x4 plank of wood! Emma quickly lets go of Leah to turn to Penny, only to eat wood! Leah sprints from the corner into Penny… Eats wood! Undine brings herself up and attacks Penny… Eats wood! Dawn… attacks Penny with Undine’s Supersoaker. As the acid stings Penny’s hand, she lets go of the 2x4… And looks none too pleased about it.

Mark: Dawn’s got Undine’s water gun with the homebrew inside of it...and her aim may need a little work!

Destiny: If I may disagree with you, Mr. Horton, it is not her aim that needs fixing… It is her mind, because she seems to be out of it! You do not attack like this a woman who has just knocked three other warriors down with that malignous piece of wood!

Dawn taunts Penny into coming at her (“I GOT A GUN!”), and… Penny does exactly that, striking Dawn with a clothesline from hell that spins the Green Fox in the air! Dawn collapses lifeless, as Penny rolls her over and picks her up in the powerbomb position… And with a booming thud, slams Warren into the mat… And is not at all done with it!

Mark: BIG TIME POWERBOMB...And Penny says we aren’t done yet!

Penny lifts dawn again, only to slam her into the corner table, that FINALLY shatters! Wood splinters fly all over the place, as Penny mentions that she’s still not satisfied! She lifts Dawn again, and looks for the best place to dump her.. Spotting that table at ringside that almost served as Leah’s resting place! Penny marches with Dawn to that spot… but Dawn somehow reacts, throwing punches and forearms to Penny’s head! However, while that doesn’t seem to make much of an effect, what comes next does: Emma Mac comes from who the heel knows with a BASEBALL BAT and home-runs the back of Penny’s knee! The giantess loses all her balance and crumbles, as Dawn falls face first into the mat! Undine, who had her eyes on Emma, flinches and MacNamara even taunts that she may use the bat again… But Leah comes from behind and smashes her Kendo stick over Emma’s head! Undine seizes the distraction and hops to the second turnbuckle, launching herself into Leah and striking her with a springboard spear!!!

Mark: Undine with one of the damnedest spears I’ve seen, and Leah got folded up like an accordion!

Emma quickly comes back to her senses, striking Undine with a big boot to the head! Undine crumbles, and Emma quickly puts her in the Boston crab! The Aquablonde struggles and fights the hold, making her way to Penny’s 2x4, almost reaching it…

Mark: Undine’s looking for the lumber, and this won’t end well if she gets it!

But before Undine reaches Penny’s 2x4, Leah attacks Emma again, again with the Kendo stick, forcing her to let go of the hold! O’Quinn continues to hammer away with the stick, but Emma wraps her arm around it like an eel and yanks it from Leah, only to trample the redhead with a shoulder block, and put HER in the Boston crab! And there’s NOBODY in the ring willing to help her, to the point Leah TAPS!

Destiny: TAPPITY-TAP-TAP! Listen to that! That is the sound of music to Ms. MacNamara’s ears!

Mark: LEAH’S TAPPING...and Emma won’t let---PENNY STOPPED THAT!

Emma doesn’t let go of that hold, though, until Penny approaches her and lariats the life out of her! Emma collapses over Leah and tumbles out of the ring, and Penny is pleased to make a beeline to her, lifting her up like one lifts a feather and executing a fearsome military press, only to throw Emma OVER the crowd barricade and into a set of steel chairs… Still with people on them! Inside the ring, Undine is trying to make her last minute moves on Dawn, who’s still barely up, whipping her across the ring and waiting for the Green Fox to come back… which doesn’t happen, as Dawn holds the top rope. Undine rushes towards Dawn, only to eat a boot to the face. Penny has rolled back into the ring, and has sights on Leah.

Mark: Undine may have Penny’s shoe size imprinted on her face, but the Pain Train has that look….and it’s directed at the Deaf Revolutionary!

Destiny: She has already shaken Ms. Warren’s world, what kind of wicked contraptions may Ms. O’Quinn have to face now? And… We are less than a minute left in the clock!

And at the same time that Penny lifts Leah up for the Rail Spike, Dawn grabs  Undine by the head and points upwards! The Green Fox rushes to the nearest corner with Undine, while Penny spins Leah in the air, and both the blonde and the redhead meet the mat with Penny’s and Dawn’s most dangerous moves! As they crumble, both cover their rivals at the same time, and the referee… is lost! She looks at the two covers, confused at what to do… Until she shrugs and decides to count BOTH!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--

And like a lightning bolt, Emma Mac returns to the ring and big boots… THE REFEREE! The blue-haired Scot stares down at the ref with a scowl, as if she was forbidden to make any counts that were not hers! And as a result of that, Penny and Dawn get up and stare laser beams into Emma!

Mark: Emma took out the referee for counting a fall that wasn’t her, and now she’s got some attention she may not have wanted!

Emma stares at her two enemies in the ring and goes after Dawn first, throwing the first punch! Penny didn’t waste anytime showing her strength superiority by burying her hand into Emma’s head, as a second referee assigned for the final 30 seconds rushed down the ring! MacNamara crumbled, and Penny quickly put her in the setup for the powerbomb routine!

Destiny: We may be about to see a disaster right now… Heheheh!

But as Penny Lifted Emma for the first powerbomb, Undine, out of desperation, smashes the Supersoaker over Penny’s head, and it explodes in acid all over the place! Penny yelps in pain, losing track of her movement, allowing Meredith to drag her to the ropes and somehow dump her out of the ring, making her fall on THAT TABLE AT RINGSIDE! And while at the ropes, Undine leapt onto the second rope, then top, and used that momentum to launch herself in the air and strike Emma with her 450º Splash! And after that, she covers!!!

Mark: AQUA SPLASH!

Destiny: What a state-of-the-art finish to this… WAIT A MINUTE!

ONE!

TWO!

DING!

TH...ree?

Right before the referee counts three, the bells ring!

Destiny: … MS. LEAVENWORTH MADE HER COVER WITH TWO SECONDS ON THE CLOCK!!!

Mark: IT’S TOO LATE...THE CLOCK RAN OUT...AND SO DID UNDINE’S SHOT AT WINNING THIS!!

Everybody inside the ring is confused about what happened, until the timekeeper shares the information with Cory Kincaid, and the official announcement is made!

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen, the 15 minutes are up! And the owner of the advantage, therefore your winner………….... EMMA! MACNAMARA!!!

“Engel” hits the PA and Undine’s face tells the story… As Emma breaks out in mad laughter! The Welsh blonde rolls out of the way, beside herself, as Emma is helped up and has her hand raised by the replacement referee!

Destiny: There were no boundaries to what Ms. MacNamara was willing to do to win this.. She even took out a referee!... But in the end, the work seemingly paid off!... And… I get to dance with her again! Eheheheh~ AHAHAHAH!

Mark: January 10th Breaking Point...first show of the year...that woman right there who went through seven shades of hell tonight will challenge Destiny for the Ultraviolence Championship! And if that wasn’t enough carnage for you...we still got Metal Mayhem coming!

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Mai: Alright everyone, it’s time to watch an idiotic slut get her ass kicked.

Mark: And for once, I think most people are going to agree with you, Mai.

Mai: Really?  Hunh, I figured most people somehow actually liked Caroline.

Mark: ……….

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fal! 

Black sheep, come home
Black sheep, come home
Black sheep, come home

“Black Sheep by Metric” starts to play across the Pa system and Stephanie slowly emerges from behind the curtain. She is clad in a long black robe and written on the back of the robe in glow in the dark white lettering is the word Black Sheep. The front has 3S interlocked with one another. The crowd begins to shower her with a welcome of cheers and boos alike. As the Stephanie lovers cheer her on while the naysayers begin to boo her. She isn’t alone as her lover and manager Marc Castle makes his way out right beside her.

Cory Kincaid: Introducing from Detroit Michigan by way of Tampa Florida she The Black Sheep, Triple S, Stephanie Samantha Sullivan!!!!

Stephanie makes her way down to the ring as she walks by those with their hands stretched out along with those who are booing her. She shows them no reaction instead as she makes her way to the ring. Marc is close to follow as he waits outside the ring. She takes her robe off as she hands it to her boyfriend. She runs her fingers through her hair before pulling herself on the ropes getting ready for the bell to sound.

Mark: Well, there’s a woman who’s in strong contention to be the most hated woman in wrestling.

Mai: Which really makes no sense, if you think about it.  I mean, what has she done that’s so terrible?

Mark: You mean other than burning down her opponents wrestling school, selling out to the most despicable man in the world, alienating anyone who’s ever given her a shot, and beating up an old retired guy?  Not much, I guess.

Mai: EXACTLY!  You shouldn’t treat someone like a felon over a few low-level misdemeanors.    WE should be a fair and nonjudgmental society. 

”Woke up this morning! You got yourself a gun! Got yourself a gun!”

The chorus of fans erupt throughout the arena as the lights go off and "Got Ur Self A Gun” by Nas plays. The silhouette of Killer C can be seen in front of the entrance way to the ring, with a bright white light in front of her. When the lights return to normal, Caroline is seen standing tall with her arms crossed, looking at the crowd with her bandanna around her mouth. As always she has her bulletproof vest worn over the rest of her ring gear.

“Yo I’m livin’ in this time, behind enemy lines so...
I got mine I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)
You from the hood I hope you... (Got yourself a gun!)”

C walks to the ring slowly, ignoring the fans, her eyes glued on the woman still standing in the ring.  She simply walks up the steps, into the ring, making no move to take the microphone from Cory, who seems nonplussed at first

Cory: Oh um… AND HER OPPONENT!  From Tampa Bay Florida by means of San Fernando on the island of Trinidad, weighing 155 pounds… KILLER C!

Even though the rest of the fans say it with Cory, Caroline doesn’t move, continuing to stare at Sullivan

Mark: God, we haven’t seen Caroline THIS pissed since her Power Trip days.  If she has a chance to kill someone, she’s going to tonight.

Mai: Caroline needs to get over it.  What she fails to realize is that the old fart she dragged to the ring is a Dallins.  You’re supposed to hit them!  It’s what you do, just like you PUSH IT if you’re salt n peppa!

Mark: You should submit that to Geico.

Mai: Oh, I will.  And it will be made into a commercial and it will be FUNNY just like all their other commercials!

*DING DING DING*

The crowd is fevered as Melinda Davies calls for the bell.  Steph stays in her corner, eyeing Caroline intently as the woman steps forward, deliberately out of the corner, walking towards Steph.  Sullivan moves out, working on a smile, taunting Caroline, who says nothing, does nothing, just stares at Stephanie stone faced.  Steph seems a bit unnerved by her opponents stony presence, and she takes a step back, but Caroline does nothing more than stare back at her. 

Mark: Uh… Caroline looks like she’s almost in a trance here!  She’s just staring at Sullivan, and the match is on!

Mai: Uh, yeah.,  Hello, Caroline!  Show some life in there please! 

Steph recovers a bit of her nerve, and, with a rude gesture, slaps Caroline across the face as hard as she can.  Caroline takes the slap, and her head snaps back forward, her glare returning to Stephanie.  Stephanie slaps Caroline and again, and again, and each time, Caroline takes the blow stoically, then returns her gaze to Sullivan’s eyes.  Steph smirks, and rears back for a haymaker, and drives it straight into Caroline’s face… or would have, if Stark hadn’t snapped her hand up and caught the fist!

Mai: …Uh oh…

Mark: Things are just about to suck for Stephanie Sullivan. 

Steph has just enough time to get an expression of comprehending horror on her face before Caroline’s head snaps forward, the crown smashing into Steph’s face!  The crowd erupts as Steph stagers back, clutching her face.  Caroline explodes into action, throwing punch after punch at Steph’s skull, the crowd erupting as Steph flails around, trying to defend herself and having zero luck at it. 

Mark: Welp, there you are, Mai!  Caroline’s alive and well, and… very… very… violent

Mai: I didn’t mean like this!   I mean, she can’t do this!

She backs into the ropes, and eats a few more punches before Caroline grabs her and whips her across the ring.  Steph bounces off, and eats Caroline’s fist full on to her face, and flops to the mat, the crowd roaring its approval. Caroline, her face now one of abject fury, kicks Steph hard in the side, and keeps kicking Steph, who curls up and tries to defend herself, without any success.  Finally, being battered over and over by Caroline’s boots, Steph does the only thing she can do- roll out of the ring to the floor, the crowd jeering as she staggers around the ring to the ramp,those jeers turning into outright mockery as she heads up the ramp towards the back.

Mai: Good girl, Stephanie!  You don’t need to deal with this crap!  Take the countout loss and let the psychopath calm down.

Mark: Yeah, I don’t think anyone’s going to be allowing Steph to do that…

Caroline has a look that clearly says ‘aw HELL Naw!’, and she slides out of the ring, storming up after Stephanie, who’s still staggering to the back.  As she nears Sullivan, however, the Detroit native dives at the barricade, ripping a cup of beer from a fans hands, and dashes it into Caroline’s face!  Caroline staggers back with a shriek, clutching at her eyes.  Steph grabs a tray of nachos from the same fan, and piefaces Caroline, who screams as a gob of hot cheese gets into her eye!

Mark: And Steph’s running’s all a ruse!  She’s using cheap tactics to get the upper hand, and poor Caroline was caught in her blind rage.

Mai: Poor Caroline’s right.  Hell, she’s so poor, I saw her dad kicking a can down the street once.  He told me he was moving!  HAHAHAH!

Caroline falls to her knees, still clawing at her eyes, and Steph grins evilly.  She grabs Stark by the back of her head, and with a shriek of bitchiness, she slams Caroline face first into the steel ramp.  Steph stomps on Carolines head a couple of times, then mounts her from behind, a fistful of hair in her hand, and begins mopping the ramp with Caroline’s face and hair, as the crowd jeers!

Mai: See, this is what I love about Stephanie Sullivan.  She may be a dirty, filthy girl, but she cleans up afterwards.

Mark: I don’t think Caroline appreciates being used as a household product, Mai. 

With Melinda Davies beside herself, screaming at the women to get back into the ring, which of course is disdainfully ignored by Stephanie, who slams Caroline’s head into the ramp one more time.  Caroline lies limp on the ramp, clutching her head in agony, and Steph grabs her by the hair, jerking Stark to her feet and dragging her down the ramp.  Holding Caroline up, Steph spits in Caroline’s face, and then throws her into the steel steps with a loud clatter!

Mark: Stephanie has turned the tables on Killer C here, and she’s being every bit as disrespectful as she possibly can.

Mai: Now that is just groundless!  Nothing is a more respectful way to say ‘hey, you’re a cunt’, than to shove someone head first into cold steel.

The fed up referee has already gotten to five on the count, and with a flair of annoyance, Steph rolls Caroline into the ring, sliding in immediately.  Caroline tries to crawl away, but Steph puts a stop to that with a stomp to Caroline’s head.  Making a rude gesture to the jeering fans, Steph plops down on Caroline’s back, and locks in a camel clutch, bending Caroline’s back over nearly in half!

Mai: Hey, look at this.  IT's the visionary riding the dromedary!

Mark: Steph has that hold in nasty tight.  She’s absolutely punishing Caroline with that.

Caroline howls in pain, but refuses to quit when the ref asks her.  She reaches out towards the ropes, but is too far away, and is forced to resort to crawling hand over hand towards the ropes, all the while Stephanie is screaming obscene taunts in her eear.

Mark: And there is Stephanie Sullivan, once again antagonizing for Caroline for nothing other than she’s screwing  with her mind

Mai: That would require Caroline had a mind to screw with.

Caroline’s face is a snarl of pain and determination, but she stops crawling, panting for breath, which gives Steph an opportunity to crank back even further on her clutch.  Suddenly with a surge of strength, Caroline starts trying to force herself to her feet!

Mai: Oh for crying out loud, are you kidding me?

Mark: Caroline is fighting this all the way!  She’s going to power out of it if she can… and what a display that will be!

Steph squawks in protest, but can only cling on for life as Caroline surges to her feet, and then backpedals, her momentum carrying her into the turnbuckle where she squashes Steph against the corner!

Mark: C’s out of the hold, and Steph’s flat in the corner begging for breath!

Mai: What a hypocrite Caroline is… standing up to Isabella Pazzini and the ultraviolence division… and here she is using the most heinous of all weapons… the TURNBUCKLE!

Mark: …..

Caroline rubs her neck where the hold was applied, catching her breath.  She then quickly snaps a high kick back into Stephanie’s jaw, crumbling the perennial No Surrender challenger.  Caroline pulls Steph up, and locks on a double underhook, sending Sullivan flying with a tiger suplex.

Mai: This crowd is sickening.  All this match is is a revenge porn fantasy for a mentally unbalanced woman, and we’re all ENABLING her here!

Mark: I think most people would consider it her getting comeuppance on a woman who’s disrespected her and attacked her family.  And I’m reasonably certain the clothes are going to stay on.

Caroline pulls Stephanie to her feet, and flings her into the ropes, running in with a knee strike before backing Steph back into the ropes and tying her up.  As Steph struggles like a hooked fish,  Caroline hooks her and screams “END OF THE LINE!”, the crowd popping as she begins ramming elbow after elbow into Steph’s Temple!

Mark: Looks like Steph’s getting a nice, lovely case of STARK’S LAW!  Looks like she’s the defendant, and pleading no contest!

Mai: I hate this move.  It’s so gimmicky, right down to the sheeple counting down with her.

THREE…TWO…ONE…

The countdown finishes, but the elbows keep coming.  Confused, the crowd begins the countdown again, and reaches the end, and the elbows are still coming.  Melinda finally gets in, and pries Caroline away, pleading with her to not make her disqualify her.

Mai: Caroline’s out of control!   I can’t believe this… and that dumbass Davies isn’t doing a damn thing!   What a load of horseshit this match is.

Mark: That must have been damn near THIRTY rapid fire elbows to Steph’s head.  A dang near triple dosage!

Caroline actually apologizes to Davies for not listening to her, before moving back in on a groggy Steph and unhooking her from the ropes.  She grabs Steph in a headlock, and goes to bulldog her, but Steph drags her feet, blocking the move.  Caroline turns to adjust her grip, but Steph’s hand flashes into her face, raking her eyes, the crowd jeering, as Davies clearly missed the quick cheapshot!  Those jeers intensify as Steph drops Caroline to the mat with a vicioius DDT!

Mark: Ah, dammit!  Stephanie with a desperate cheap shot, and she’s got Stark down!

Mai: Thirty elbows to the head is totally appropriate, and a DDT is a cheap shot.  You guys are some sick people.

Both women are down on the ground, catching their breath, but Steph catches hers first.  She rolls onto her stomach, and crawls over to Caroline, at first seemingly going for the cover, but instead she mounts Caroline, and with both her hands squeezes her neck, strangling C as she kicks wildly and the fans jeer!

Mai: So you think this move is going to be in the new Fifty Shades of Grey Movie?

Mark: It’s disgusting and deplorable and nobody wants to watch it… so maybe.

Davies orders Sullivan off, and Sullivan complies in a huff.  She grabs Caroline by her hair, and jams her face on the top rope, washing her up and down, the jeers from the crowd growing to intense levels!

Mark: God almighty, Stephanie Sullivan has thrown any sense of propriety out the window.  She’s just abusing Caroline Stark!

Mai: And how is that any different?  The whole purpose of this match was for Caroline to kick Stephanie’s ass right?  Oh, boo hoo hoo the tables are turned!

Again, Davies puts a stop to the chicanery, and Steph wheels on her, nearly ready to hit the ref, although she wisely refrains.  Instead she whips Caroline hard into the turnbuckle, so hard that Caroline’s legs give out, and she falls down on her butt in the corner.  Steph stands across from her, spits on her hand, and grabs her crotch in a lewd gesture.  Then she runs into the corner, hitting a bronco buster, gleefully bouncing up and down as the outraged crowd goes berserk!

Mai: WHOO!  Now that’s hot Sheep on C action!

Mark: Stephanie Sullivan is just trying to humiliate Caroline Stark now!   She’s trying to make this match as much of an embarrassment as possible!   This is disgusting!

At the refs count of four, Stephanie stops, giving a little wiggle with her pelvis as she does so before getting out.  She raies her arms, gloating to the crowd, then wheels, and slams her boots hard into the dazed (and disgusted!) Caroline’s face once, twice, three times, the jeers around her growing deafening!

Mark: Stephanie Sullivan is truly a depraved individual.  She is just disgracing this sport at every turn.

Mai: And she’s doing it all to Caroline Stark!  The student is becoming the master, Mark!  You can’t fault that, right?

Steph drags the groggy Caroline up, and gestures for one of the cameras on the ringside to climb up onto the apron, and, she drags the dazed woman over to it.  Holding Caroline by the back of the head, Steph waggles the head, putting on a fake obscenely high voice like a ventriloquist act.

Steph: Daddy!  Daddy!  Help me daddy!  Help me from the mean black sheep!  Daddy!  Help me avenge you!

Mai: Wow!  She got the voice dead on!  I can’t believe how good she is.

Mark: I can’t even watch this anymore…

Steph cackles, and turns Caroline towards her, and presses her lips into hers, disgustingly kissing her in an obscene manner, even going so far as to grope the groggy former No Surrender Champion.  She finishes the kiss, and hooks Caroline up, and drives her into the mat with a DDT.

Mark: Caroline is a burning pile of wreckage on the mat, and Steph is just lording this over her. 

Mai: How do you know what’s going on?  I thought you couldn’t watch this anymore?

Steph gets to her feet, and spreads her arms, gloating to the jeering fans, screaming “I destroyed her.”  She blows kisses to the fans, laughing all the while.

Mai: Somebody give this woman a title shot!  Look at her!  That was victorious!  DOMINANT!

Mark: The match isn’t even over yet!   This all seems a bit-

Mark cuts off with a yelp as behind Stephanie, Caroline Stark sits up. 

And in her eyes is the death of Stephanie Samantha Sullivan of Detroit, Michigan.

Mark: …Uh oh…

Stephanie continues to gloat to the fans, until she realizes that they are popping like there’s no tomorrow.  Slowly, she begins to sense something behind her, and she spins around to see Stark standing there.  Her jaw drops… although it’s quickly slammed shut by Caroline’s fist smashing into her jaw, and the arena erupts!

Mark: Like I was about to say… I think the rumors of Caroline Stark’s demise have been slightly exaggerated. 

Mai: Oh, NOW YOU CAN WATCH?  NOW?

Caroline grabs Steph’s head, and rams her over and over into the top turnbuckle, her head bouncing off over and over.  Davies orders a halt, and Caroline immediately obliges by pulling Steph out of the corner, and whips her to the ropes.  Steph comes back right into Caroline, who lifts her up high in the air, then dropping her with a MASSIVE Spinebuster!

Mai: What the hell is going on!  STOP THIS!?

Mark: It’s called a second-wind, Mai!  And Caroline has a full head of sail!

Caroline reaches down to grab Steph again, but Steph is furiously getting out of the ring, screaming “FUCK THIS!”  As the crowd jeers, Steph storms over to Cody, shoving him out of his chair, and grabbing it, folding it up, storming back into the ring, ignoring the sudden protests of Davies.

Mark: Steph’s lost the plot!  She’s going to make sure Caroline doesn’t walk out, even if it costs her the match!

Mai: Did you SEE Caroline dude!  She’s INHUMAN!  She’s like one of those horror movie alien thingies!  THIS IS SELF DEFENSE!

Steph marches up to Caroline, and raises the chair…

*SMACK*

… and the chair goes flying out of her hands… PUNCHED out by Caroline.  Stephanie watches the chair clatter on the mat, then turns her sights back to Caroline, who, for the first time all night is smiling.  A vicious smile, but a smile nonetheless as she stares at Stephanie, shaking her hand where she just punched the chair.

Mai: Steph… Make like Iron Maiden and RUN TO THE HILLS!   RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!

Mark: I think Caroline would pursue Steph to the ends of the earth after the shit she’s pulled!

Davies bends over to slide the discarded chair out of the ring, and as she does, Steph makes her move, a kick right between Caroline’s legs.  And even that’s too much for the resurging Killer C, and she collapses, holding Anders Stark’s Happy Hole in her hands.   Steph moves forward, catching her, and rolling her up in a school girl, just as Davies turns around.  As Davies dives to the mat, Steph grabs the tights and yanks almost hard enough to rip them!

Mark: NO!  NO! NOT LIKE THIS!  NOT THIS ROBBERY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mai: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!   AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAWHATDOYOUMEANTHATSONLYTWO?!

The crowd explodes as Davies holds up two fingers, saying Caroline kicked out just in time, and Steph explodes, screaming at Davies that it was three, to ring the fucking bell, and raise her hand.  Davies, having enough of the Irish villain, snaps back that she’ll take her two count and she’ll like it.

Mai: THIS IS HORSESHIT!  Davies has been biased towards Stark this entire match! 

Mark: It was two!  Caroline saved herself in just the nick of time, and now Steph better think about saving HERself!

Steph, for the second time, is about to slug the ref, but sees Caroline getting to her feet.  She goes for a clothesline, but Caroline ducks, and before Steph can turn around, hooks her up and drops her with a full nelson atomic drop, the crowd erupting!

Mark: TROVAO!  TROVAO!   Steph caught all of it, and I think it’s some time for NEWS AT ELEVEN!

Mai: I’m so filing a protest about this shit…

But news at eleven never comes.  Caroline pulls Steph up again, and with flashbulbs going off all over the arena, drops her again with another Trovao!  And again, up goes Caroline, and Steph is treated to a THIRD Trovao, the crowd going more and more nuts each time!

Mai: STOP IT!  STOP THIS MATCH BEFORE HER CUTE ASS IS BROKEN!

Mark: Caroline hasn’t gone for a fall all night!  This match is going to end when she’s good and ready for this match to end, and not a damn second sooner!

Caroline picks Sullivan again, and drags her to the nearest corner, hoisting her up onto the top turnbuckle.  Caroline wastes little time in climbing up after her, the fans coming to her feet as, on the second rope, she pauses, and ducks down, inverting Sullivan up onto her shoulders!

Mark: Okay, I think she’s ready to end it!

Mai: No… no… you can’t do this Caroline!  THINK OF THE CHILDREN!

With the crowd approaching a fever pitch, Caroline pauses to catch her breath and balance, and then pushes herself to the top turnbuckle.   She steadies her balance, and turns around back into the ring, letting out a primal scream before leaping off the top!  And look at all dem flashbulbs!

Mai: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

*WHAM!*

Mark: THE PALE RIDER!  THE PALE RIDER OFF THE TOP ROPE AND STEPHANIE SULLIVAN IS BROKEN IN HALF!  THIS MATCH IS…. OVER!

Sullivan’s out cold on the mat, and Caroline flops atop her, not even bothering to hook the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Cory: Your winner by pinfall… CAROLINE STARK!

Caroline gets to her feet, looking down at the prone Sullivan with disdain, as Davies raises her hand.  The fans are giving her an ovation for the match, but she doesn’t seem to notice, instead quietly leaving the ring, and walking up the ramp, head down, breathing heavily. 

Mark: Caroline Stark just paid Stephanie Sullivan back for a LOT of shit she’d been forced to deal with!

Mai: Yeah, it helps to do that when the fucking ref is up your twat.  That match was a travesty.

Back in the ring, referee Melinda Davies is helping Steph up, but she’s roughly shoved away by Steph as she becomes more alert.  With a  shriek of rage Steph grabs the chair,and bears down on Davies, who is warning Steph not to do it!

Mai: YES!  HIT THAT TART!  HIT THAT FUCKING BIASED SLUT!

Mark: I wouldn’t if I would you!  That’s a surefire one way ticket to the unemployment line right now!

Davies is saying the same thing, even as Steph continues to menace her.  Finally, Steph backs down, relaxing, and lowering the chair….

*SMACK!*

…Driving into the skull of one of the ringside security guards instead!  She screams in rage, and throws her chair across the ring, almost hitting fans along the barricade, before storming up the ring, shrieking imprecations in her fury.

Mark: Well… Sullivan is a bit of a sore loser…

Mai: I can’t blame her after that! 

Mark: I think everyone else can… this woman… she’s possessed. 

Sullivan continues to rage up the ramp as we cut elsewhere.




Six Girls One Cup

A commercial for the upcoming Future Shock Ascension Pay Per View is shown coming in January before we cut back to the live broadcast and see two pairs of legs in the background behind a rather tall solid gold cup that stands pretty high off the ground. And as the camera pulls back, we see those legs belong to both the FFW webmaster Adam and the Future Shock Season Five Champion Mel Avilo. The cup is just a little shorter than Mel in height.

Adam: Damn, that is one big Cup. I was told this one is exactly five feet tall, pure gold from the wooden base to the tip.

The words “2015 Future Shock Cup” are shown on the base of the trophy before the camera pans up to the two looking at it.

Mel: Well I hope wherever it’s contested is in driving distance of the winner’s home! Cuz sack trying to get that from New York to Arizona by plane! Or any other cross-country equivalent!

Adam nodded in agreement as he looked over to her.

Adam: They are doing the Cup a little differently next year. You have to qualify to get into the match to challenge for it, and they are picking six girls to compete in play-in matches. The three winners meet in a triple threat. And guess who in this room got put into a qualifier at Ascension? Hint...it wasn’t me...or the cameraman.

Adam added with a grin.

Mel:...I’m in? Really? AWESOME! I love it! That’s brilliant! Who’s ass do I get to kick and get my momentum back? Not that losing to Gabby is anything to be ashamed  of, but yanno!

Adam: Well your qualifier is at Ascension against Kimmi Hate. You win that, and you go onto the next Future Shock event to be part of the triple threat. I’m not aware of the other four yet, took some talking just to get Cody to reveal that bit to me. I do know this Cup has a couple prizes attached to it. One, a spot in the Season of Champions when we have the next one, regardless of if you have been in one previously. And two...well he wouldn’t tell me that part.

Mel grins.

Mel: A second shot at Season of Champions? Now that would be cool! And the other prize...whatever it is. Can;t imagine that not being awesome either! Cody’s good at the whole brilliant rewards for the winner. And Kimmi….BLAH! Kimmi can suck my big toe and like it!

Adam: Well she isn’t overburdened with charisma, that’s for sure. But you just have to get past her at Ascension, and you’re in the triple threat. Not to mention you’d have to haul this big ass Cup back home. And find somewhere in your apartment to put it! But hey, Jo did it...so just think. You could follow right in lock step behind her and pick this one up next year.

Mel: I’ll worry about the Cup should it happen. That’s a lot of stuff to figure out! Kimmi lacks everything except insanity...and insanity isn’t always good. Or ever, in her case. But yeah! I’m looking forward to it! Like really looking  forward to it!

Adam: I’m curious to see what the other qualifiers will be, but I suspect most every Future Shock graduate will be looking to get into this thing in some form or fashion. You just drew the crazy straw, the girl who uses anything she can get her hands on to win...wrenches...whatever.

He pauses briefly.

Adam: Is it just me or do these girls who dye their hair red go insane? I mean you got Kimmi...there’s Ignis…. Maybe there’s something in red hair dye…

Mel: Well...at least in recent batches. In the last yearor so. Katherine Stryfe had her moments. And she was dyed red as well. But yeah, you’re definitely on to something with the redhead dye thing.

As the pair ponder Adam’s theory, we cut elsewhere.
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The cameras bring us to the ring where we can see some FFW staff members wrapping the ropes with barbed wire. Barbed wire boards are being scattered all around ringside. Along with other various metal objects placed around the ring.

Mark: Well with the ringside area being transformed that calls for one thing. It’s time for a little metal mayhem. A match that will be so brutal that the least of either competitors worries is a little blood. Joining me to call this match is a woman who is very familiar with both competitors. She happens to be friends with one and the sibling of another. Ladies and gentlemen the former FFW Evolution Champion Samara Steele.

Samara: Thank you for having me, luv. Normally I wouldn’t want to be this close to either of these women in the ring. Sylvia is dangerous OUT of the ring, let alone in it. A friend mind you, but I have no illusions to her capabilities. While Kath-Lyn is a more experienced wrestler, despite her being a petulant child most of the time.

Mark: Earlier in the night Kate announced to the world that this would be her last match in the division that she is going to move on to something different. So now we are getting a match that’s based off Sylvia’s and Kate’s towards each other. A hatred that goes back to Kate’s feud with Marla, to Todd’s comments towards the both of them. Would you care to elaborate how you feel about this upcoming match and what we can expect from the both of them?

Samara: Kate has never been known for consistency, so I’m not surprised she would change her goal of regaining the UV title after all she’s gone through. Not that I oppose this idea, mind you. As for Todd, he’s a dumb twat most of the time he speaks and making derogatory comments about lesbians when his own wife is openly bisexual...no the brightest. Comments to two dangerous women? Dumber.


Cory: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a Metal Mayhem match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first weighing in at 110 lbs standing at 5’2 from Berkshire England, she is the Assassin of Silence…. KATE STEELE!!!!!!!!!

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress

“This Ain’t A Scene” by Fall Out Boy blasts all across the speakers. The moment it does Kate Steele emerges through the curtains. The crowd cheers her on and a smile creeps across her lips. She claps the hands of the fans roaring at her and begins to sprint down to the ring.

I'm a leading woman
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate

I'm a leading woman
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate

She stops at the ring and slides herself into the ring making sure she avoids from getting struck by the barbed wire ropes. She ascends to the top of turnbuckles. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.

Mark: Love her or hate her, but standing at only 5’2 and weighing only 110 lbs Kate has showed everyone that the smallest of women can do some lethal damage. She is as tough as nails, and if Sylvia got her fill of Dawn. She has a woman that is more seasoned than she is. That is… If Kate is focused for this match.

Samara: She better well be, you can see this monstrosity that’s been set up. Kate is more experienced than Sylvia, but focused...that’s a gamble. Also how are you a Assassin of Silence? Doesn’t that mean you kill silence? Then...you know what, never mind.


The lights shut off as the arena is hit with an eerie silence and a voice rings out through the speakers.

“Out of her mind away
pushes her whispering
must have been out of her mind...”

BOOM! Fire erupts and The Bird and the Worm by the Used rips through the speakers as the lights flicker. Sylvia Crowley steps out, hands running through her hair and laughing to herself as she slowly makes her way down the ramp.

Cory/John: Hailing from Irvington, Kentucky. Weighing in at 128lbs......this is Sylvia Crowley!!

“All alone she turns to stone
while holding her breath half to death
Terrified of whats inside
to save her life she crawls
like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird!”

Sylvia stops halfway down the ramp to giggle and look up, saying something not caught by the cameras before she stops at the ring.

Mark: Look at that sadistic smile. I have a feeling no matter the outcome Sylvia is going to vastly hurting Kate tonight. She lives for moments like this, and with this being her first big Pay Per View here in FFW what can we expect out of Miss Crowley?

Samara: Sylvia is like a rabid animal in the ring, she’s been trained by Marla, SVW’s Phobos and FFW Alumni Rori Mackenzie, she’s viciousness incarnate.

Mark: Wait a minute it seems like Sylvia has other plans before entering the ring.

Kate yells at Sylvia to get inside the ring but Sylvia just cackles like a hyena before she waves her finger at Kate placing her finger across her lips making a Shushing sound to mock the English beauty. She reaches under the ring and smiles as she pulls out a metal ladder and slides it into the ring. Kate looks horrified as the objects enters the ring.

Mark: A ladder… Looks like Kate’s biggest fear is about to slap her in the face. Everyone knows how much Kate hates ladders.

Samara: Kate hates ladders...I think it’s a family trait, and a well known one.

That’s not it however Sylvia throws in a bag of thumbtacks, a metal table, and she grins as she pulls out one more thing. She pulls out a metal bat with barbed wire wrapped around it.

Mark: We all knew that Sylvia was trained by Rori Mackenzie, and tonight she is bringing one of Rori’s trademarks to the match. She’s bringing barbie. I am going to go on a hunch that Kate wasn’t expecting that!

Finally Sylvia slides into the ring and with the bat in hand she aims it right at Kate’s stomach. Kate side steps out of the way and she counters with a dropkick that sends Sylvia bouncing right into the barbed wire turnbuckles. Sylvia drops the bat as she let’s out a wicked howl that can be heard all across the arena. Melinda Davis is the unlucky referee for this match as she calls for the bell signaling the start of this match.

DING DING DING….

But it didn’t take the bell to make this match official as the two girls were already going at it. Sylvia pulls herself from off of the barbed wire as traces of blood begin to drop from out of her back. Kate rushes towards Sylvia as she goes for a running forearm but as Kate leaps Sylvia immediately drives a knee right into Kate’s gut causing her to hurl over. Sylvia grabs Kate by her red locks as she places her mouth against Kate’s right cheek and begins to chomp away. Sylvia’s effort leaving Kate screaming as Sylvia bites her. Sylvia moves her face backwards as she opens her mouth with a grin showcasing that her teeth are covered in dribbles of blood. Kate’s face seems to be bleeding as a huge bite mark is in the middle of Kate’s cheek.

Samara: Sylvia is well known for being a...well she’s a fan of biting. This is a lovely start.

Kate pushes Sylvia away before she reaches at her cheek moving her hand away noticing that she has been bit open. Kate’s eyes go into a trance before she begins to unleash a flurry of martial arts kicks aimed right at Sylvia’s chest. She nails her with kick after kick. Hitting her right in the rib cage. Each kick sounding louder than the other that pushes Sylvia right back into the barbed wire ropes.

Mark: Listen to the sound of those kicks. I am not sure Sylvia’s rib cage is fully healed from her match with Dawn, and if it isn’t well…. Kate is making damn sure that Sylvia feels every single kick.

Samara: Kate learned kicks from some of the best, and it’s showing now. They’re echoing through the arena.


Kate backs up a few feet and she sprints full speed towards Sylvia. Sylvia however is able to come to her senses as she bends down and hurls Kate over her and towards the outside of the apron but Kate’s quick reflexes causes her to grab a hold of the barbed wire ropes to keep herself on the apron. She let’s out a scream as she looks at her hands which are bleeding from grabbing onto the ropes. Sylvia smiles as she backs away from the ropes noticing that Kate is standing on the apron. Without hesitation she sprints towards Kate jumping over the ropes and onto Kate with a plancha which sends both of them tumbling to the outside with their fall being broken by the boards of barbed wire around the ring. Both girls scream as they are laid out across barbed wire boards. Blood seems to be spreading like none other as Kate’s trademark white sports bra is now turning to that of a crimson red, and Sylvia’s body covered in blood. Both girls are barely moving as Melinda Davis can only watch from afar. Thousands of fans are standing up as they all begin to chant a familiar chant.

THIS IS AWESOME!
HOLY SHIT!
THIS IS AWESOME!
HOLY SHIT!!

Mark: My God Sylvia nearly took the both of them out, and their bodies were broken in half by those barbed wire boards. Listen to this Arlington crowd. They are really enjoying what they are seeing here tonight.

Samara:  Honestly as sad as it may sound I’m not surprised. Kate is...ugh this almost hurts to say but she’s a very good hardcore wrestler, and Sylvia. Well I’ve seen this girl train, holding back isn’t a concept she knows.

Sylvia is the very first to move as she begins to crawl slowly. Her eyes light up as she spots a chair on the floor and she slowly crawls over towards it. She grasps it within her hand as the cackles emerge from her. She makes her way up to her feet as Kate is a couple of feet behind her, and has her back turned to Sylvia. Kate is having a hard time standing up as her top is now covered in blood. Sylvia is finally on her feet and is standing behind Kate begging for her to turn around. Sylvia decides not to wait as she aims the chair upwards but it’s almost as Kate could sense Sylvia right behind her as she leaps backwards with a Pele kick and sends the chair right back into the face of Sylvia.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

The force sends Sylvia backing up a few feet and the back of her head gets grazed by the lower turnbuckle rope. The two are still on the outside and Kate grabs the chair up from the ground as she hoists it high in the air and points it at Sylvia. The crowd cheers in excitement as Kate looks at the bleeding Sylvia and begins to yell in her face.

Kate: DEATH TO THE WARRENS BITCH?! IS THAT HOW YOU FEEL?! IS THAT HOW YOU HONESTLY FEEL?!

Kate holds the chair in one arm before she uses her now free hand to slap Sylvia in the face. She does it again and again, and all Kate gets in return is a bunch of cackling from the girl. Kate decides she has had enough as she takes the chair and uses it to send against the chest of Sylvia. It connects. so does another shot, as well as another, and another, and another. Kate goes into a frenzy as she shows no mercy with each and every single chair shot. Finally in a sign of frustration she lifts the chair up and throws it as hard as she can against Sylvia’s face. Sylvia’s movements are slow and the chair just rests against her face before Kate does one final blow. A spinning heel kick right into the chair that is sent right into Sylvia’s face. The chair falls to the floor, as Kate smiles at Sylvia whom’s face is now that of a Crimson mask.

Mark: Kate was relentless with those chair shots. I don’t know how Sylvia is going to be able to continue after a beating like that.

Samara: She’s bleeding all over, they both are...I hope Isabella is getting the match she wanted because these two women are possibly taking time off their careers with this, It’s brutal.

Kate however decides to stop as she grabs Sylvia by the hair and proceeds to roll her inside of the ring. Kate doesn’t go alone as she picks up an iron pipe and slides it inside as well. She reaches under the ring and pulls out a backpack before sliding inside with it. She pokes Sylvia with her boot to see if she gets any response from her and she doesn’t get anything. Kate decides however to drop down across Sylvia for the pin fall. Melinda Davis horrified with how the match is going hurries to the canvas to make a count.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


TH….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sylvia manages to get a shoulder up. The girl from Kentucky just offering a cackle before she spits up blood. Kate angrily slowly rises up to her feet as she grabs the bag and proceeds to open it. The bag is filled with nothing but thumbtacks, and Kate manages to spread them all across the floor before she turns her attention back over to Sylvia who is slowly struggling back up to her feet. Kate viciously grabs her by the hair as she tucks her underneath an arm. However Sylvia shows some life as she drives a fist right into Kate’s kidney and the redhead clutches at her thigh in pain. Sylvia slowly rises upwards and she forms a fist driving it right into Kate’s chest.

Mark: And Sylvia manages to find an opening with her Heart Punch!

Samara: I’m surprised she could aim with all that blood in her eyes..and running out of her mouth. That’s a great move to slow down Kate though.

Kate clutches at her chest in pain as Sylvia grabs Kate by the hair tucking her head underneath an arm. Without hesitation she plants her head first into the mat with a vicious ddt. Not only does she plant Kate but she plants her head first into the thumbtacks. Sylvia rises up as she turns Kate over and smiles at all of the thumbtacks embedded into Kate’s face. Kate’s face covered in a crimson mask. Sylvia doesn’t even bother with a pin fall as she is looking to add more injury. She walks over to the legs of Kate and grabs at both legs of the girl. She smiles as she looks out to the crowd screaming at the very top of her lungs.

Sylvia: DEATH TO WARRENS!

Some of the smarks in the crowd actually cheer Sylvia on before she lifts Kate up by the legs and does a big swing with her body. Swinging the 110 pounder right against the barbed wire turnbuckles. Kate’s body falters as Sylvia places her hand on Kate. Staining her hand with Kate’s blood and cackles before she wipes it on her own shirt.

Mark: Look at that sick smile. I think Sylvia is happy to have Kate’s blood on her hands.

Samara: Luv, Sylvia is happiest when being violent. Not like Kanna, or even Raven Wicked...it’s different. I swear she feels the most alive when like this, and well...Kate bled Marla, I bet there’s some revenge there.

Sylvia isn’t done as she drags the beaten Kate to the corner. She lifts her body up and forms her to sit on the middle rope in the corner turnbuckle. She locks Kate’s legs in the barbed wire before she backs away from Kate. Licking the blood off of her own lips as her grin turns to that of excitement as she picks up “Barbie” off of the ground.

Mark: My God no… Not that metal wrapped barbed wire bat. This doesn’t bode well for Kate. I wonder what Sylvia could be thinking here.

Samara: I think at this point nothing is going to surprise me, I really hope they have EMTs ready to run in at a moment’s notice.

Sylvia however lifts the metal bat high into the sky but then she brings it down low. The point she looks like a golf player. She chuckles as she looks at Kate and without any sort of hesitation she she violently sends it upwards, sending it as hard as she can in between Kate’s legs. Kate begins to scream as loud as she can.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

Samara: ....I think I speak for the entire audience when I say “OW”


Sylvia cocks the bat backwards and drives it into the stomach of Kate before she throws the bat away. She smiles as Kate seems to be out of it in the corner. Her focus turns to that of the metal table she brought into the match earlier and she begins to slowly set it up. She sets it up behind her, and smiles at Kate who is still posted in the ropes. With all things considered she walks over to Kate and helps the rocker to the top of the turnbuckles.

Mark: What could Sylvia be planning here?! Don’t tell me she plans to end it here by sending Kate off of the top turnbuckle with her 5150 through that damn table!

Samara: I wouldn’t be surprised, Sylvia is known for thinking outside the box...and that’s incredibly dangerous in a hardcore setting like this.


Sylvia takes her time to climb up as well. She chuckles as she is now on the top of the turnbuckles with Kate. She grabs at Kate’s head but Kate offers a weak push that does just enough to push Sylvia off of the ropes and onto the floor. Sylvia rises back up to her feet and by then Kate is standing vertically on top of the turnbuckles. Without hesitation she leaps off of the ropes leaping over Sylvia as she grabs her by the head and plants her against the edge of the metal table. Kate’s body however lands on the table. It doesn’t break, it just slightly bend as Kate slides off of it and clutches her back in pain.

Mark: SILENCE IS GOLDEN!!! Kate just drilled Sylvia’s head right against the edge of that table.

Samara: Bloody hell if she’s not unconscious or at least concussed I’ll be astonished.

Mark: Kate needs a find a way to pin Sylvia. That’s if she can make it there.

Sylvia falls down to the ground. The back of her head covered in blood as she seems to be out of it. Kate grimaces in pain as she slowly crawls her way over to where Sylvia is. She weakly turns Sylvia over and only has enough strength to drape an arm across her. Melinda notices this and quickly rushes over to make a count.

Mark: This is it, it has to be over after that.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


TWO AND A HALFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF



THRE…...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


A millisecond before Davis hand comes down. Sylvia is able to get a shoulder up. The crowd are all stunned as they can’t believe it. Kate rolls off of Sylvia as her eyes tell the story she just seems absolutely horrified. She let’s out a long sigh. She coughs up blood as she slowly crawls over to the corner to pull herself up.

Mark: I don’t believe it but Sylvia just kicked out of Kate’s Silence is Golden. What kind of sick individual is she forced to deal with tonight? And how many people do you know to have kicked out of that move let alone while getting their head sent against a metal table?!

Samara: I can’t even believe she’s conscious...I knew Syl was scary but she’s like more animal than woman.

Kate runs her hand over her blood covered face.

Kate: What the hell do I have to do to make her stay down?!

Kate is finally up and she sends her foot back and drives it right against the side of Crowley. She sends another kick, followed by another one until Crowley finally turns over, and is laying down face first in a puddle of her own blood. Kate stands on top of Sylvia as she grabs an arm of Sylvia’s with each of her arms. She rides Sylvia like a surfboard before Kate sends her own body backwards and uses her legs to stretch out Sylvia in the air.

Kate: BLEED AMERICAN!!!! BLEED!!!!

Kate stretches Sylvia out before she lowers Crowley downwards and places her into her Romero Special transitioned into a dragon sleeper. She keeps it applied as she keeps her arms tightly wrapped around the neck of Sylvia.

Mark: Bleed American? This is a move of Kate that we aren’t quite use to seeing from her. Bleed American… Makes sense she wants Americans to bleed while her husband… Nevermind. I will get confused thinking about it. Very nice dragon sleeper from Kate here.


Samara: In a hardcore setting you don’t see a lot of submission moves, but right now Kate is stretching Sylvia almost in half, her neck, back and ribs must be in tremendous pain. And that’s a song reference, luv. Jimmy Eat World I believe.


Kate keeps it applied as she hopes to just make Sylvia pass out, and from all the blood lost, It wouldn’t take much. Sylvia however fights back and breaks the hold in the only way that she knows how. She lifts her head up under Kate’s chin and begins to bite down hard. Kate screams as she grabs at her chin. But the bite marks can’t be seen as both wrestlers are just crimson masks by now. Kate slowly rises up as Sylvia regains her senses as well. Kate looks around at weapons to keep Sylvia down but she doesn’t seem satisfied with anything that she used. That’s when her eyes lead her to something else. The ladder…. Kate lifts the ladder up with the very little strength that she has and begins to set it up. It is set up in the center of the ring, and Kate looks over at Crowley before she decides to make her ascension. By now every fan in the audience are on their feet.

Mark: Good God. It looks like Kate plans to write the end of her Ultraviolence Chapter  in FFW by using the very thing that she loathes the most. And if she manages to hit her blockbuster from up there, you could say this match will definitely be over.

Samara: And could snap Sylvia’s neck no less.

Kate is slow in her ascension though, and by the time she makes it halfway up the ladder Sylvia is now on the rise as well as she is climbing up the other side of it. Kate slows down as she sends a fist downwards hoping to knock Sylvia off of it but Crowley keeps her balance as she keeps on climbing. Sylvia however keeps her balance as she keeps on climbing upwards. The two climb up and now they are each on the top of the ladder. Kate delivers a right punch that causes Sylvia to teeter but then Crowley fires back by delivering a jab of her own which catches Kate and she is the one to teeter. Both of them are just delivering left after right on one another.

Mark: Both of these women are teetering. They are giving each other everything they have, and good God a fall from that height could be the game changer.

Samara: I’ve been in and seen enough ladder matches to know this is going to end badly for one of them...or both.

Sylvia delivers one more blow and Kate begins to stagger backwards but instead Sylvia violently grabs Kate by the hair yanks her forward and slams her head repeatedly into the top step of the ladder. She slams her again and again before she cocks a fist back and sends another heart punch right into the chest of Kate. Kate leans forward against Sylvia’s body and Sylvia offers a cackle as she takes another step up.

Mark: Oh my God what is Sylvia thinking here?!

Sylvia: DEATH TO WARRENS!!!!!!

Samara: This...isn’t going to end well, this...is going to be bad.


Sylvia lifts Kate up on top of the ladder and lifts Kate up. In the brief moment that Sylvia has her balance she manages to nail Kate with her LPS sending Kate head first right onto the top rung of the ladder. Sylvia still has a firm grip on Kate as they both fall off and go smashing through the metal table. Both wrestlers are unconscious. Kate’s head taking the brunt of the fall being sent against two metal objects, while Sylvia landing right on her back. Sylvia is technically unconscious on top of Kate, as Davis realizes this and dives down to make a count. The crowd are no longer chanting holy shit, as they just stand up in silence as their hands are over their mouths. You could hear a pin drop in the arena as Davis makes her count.


ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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


DING DING DING….

Davis throws up the X with her hands as she looks down at both competitors and begins to check on the both of them.

Mark: And Sylvia puts an end to this match by delivering that lethal LPS from the top rung of the ladder. Kate’s head taking the brunt of it as her head bounces off the top rung of the ladder before being driven head first through that table.

Samara:...

EMTS quickly run down to the ring as they check on both women.

Mark: Sylvia picks up the win here, and I doubt this was the closing that Kate wanted within the Ultraviolence division. Somewhere Isabella has to be happy with everything that went down tonight. Both of these women gave everything they had in this match and none of them should be ashamed.

Samara:...

Samara doesn’t say a word as she just remains in silence as they cart away her sister, and friend.



Femme Fatales Cometh

We are shown a commercial for the upcoming Future Shock Ascension event in January, now featuring qualifiers for the Future Shock Cup before we cut back to the live broadcast. And the image that greets the viewers is the entirety of the Femme Fatales standing in front of the Anarchy set.

Tiffany: Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Femme Fatales. I realize maybe twelve of you out there watching aren’t that familiar with us, but none of us are strangers to FFW. And with the upcoming Future Shock All Star season featuring Stacey, you can expect to see a lot more of us going forward. As a matter of fact, you can say we are going to be all over the place in the coming year. Let’s start with the All Star season..featuring Stacey, where five women will fight to see who gets defeated in the finals when they face the only person to ever hold the FFW & SVW Championship in history…”The Dream Killer” Stacey!

The Dream Killer smirks.

Stacey: That’s right, because you know damn well that everyone who watches that damn show does so for one reason and one reason only... to see the emphatic domination of the greatest FFW Champion of ALL time. You can take your Vals, your Wendys, Your Scarletts, Mikas, Bellas... and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ARSE, because I pretty well crushed the lot of them in my historic title reign, and those I didn’t just weren’t up to scratch, quite frankly. I mean, who is really gonna stop me? FREYA KANE? Yes, if we want to be “technical”, she “technically” beat me a couple weeks back with a rollup... but... SERIOUSLY?! A ROLLUP? I mean, that’s practically cheating. Winners don’t cheat. Why don’t you go fishing round some red light districts, find Hanna Elliot, and ask her how her rollup win over Tara Thunder is doing her now, huh? Assuming she can even reply, because she’s likely choking on a dick.

Tiffany: It’s also fair to note Freya had a handful of tights as well, so it was pure cheating all the way around while we were trying to have a competitive match. So yeah. But that’s meaningless now. When the All Star season starts, we know the fans chose a trios tag match with random partners. So to whichever two get the privilege of teaming with Stacey, rest assured your victory is imminent and all you have to do is stand there like the slack-jawed mouth breathers you are and let nature take it’s course. So Claire, Kate…, Freya, Erica, and Valentina...there’s no shame in being first runner up. For their to be a first, there always has to be a second, right?

The Measuring Stick smiles at her own comment, before she returns her attention back to Stacey.

Stacey: Naturally, there is always some predator at the top of the food chain, and everyone and their mother knows it’s the Dream Killer. You see, here in the Femme Fatales, we only tolerate excellence. So who could possibly stand alongside  a storied multi-time champion like Tiffany, and the greatest FFW Champion of all time? How about a woman who won a top tier championship in the first three months of her career? Because, as Tiff will no doubt tell you, being the bringing of glad tidings, the All Star Season is not the only Future Shock related event on the horizon. Right, Tiff?

The Measuring Stick nodded as she looked over to the hyperactive Lollipop.

Tiffany: We all heard about the Future Shock Cup coming up in 2015. Six girls, one cup, right? Only three can qualify. And we heard Adam telling Mel that the winner got that huge Cup, a spot in the next Season of Champions, and a prize not revealed yet. And as far as qualifier matches go? Well after that bit of news was revealed, our very special friend, Kyle Kilmeade, went right to work. And guess who he got into a qualifier match for the Cup?

The blonde gestured towards Lollipop.

Lollipop: You’re damn right, I’m about to run my chainsaw skills through some bitches! I don’t know what poor sucker they’ve got for me to pound on, but they’ll be sucking on a Lollipop before they’re done, you can believe that! I think of this less as a qualifier, and more of a “warm up exercise.

Tiffany: Oh, didn’t I mention that? He told me who you were facing in the qualifying match.

A grin forms widely across Tiffany’s lips as she reveals it.

Tiffany: He said you were facing….Dawn Warren.

Lollipop’s face is stoic for a moment... before she bursts out laughing. She then starts running around, laughing hysterically and jumping all over the place, before lying on her back, continuing to laugh while kicking her feet in the air.

Stacey: I think she approves! Our student kicking the crap out of Wendigo’s student... it writes itself, doesn’t it?

Tiffany: Animal lovers, don’t tune in for that match. Unless you want to see a puppy get euthanized before it’s over. Long story short...the Femme Fatales have come to FFW...and I wouldn’t want to be you girls for anything in the world.

Both of them look down at Lollipop, continuing to laugh uncontrollably before we cut elsewhere.






The show cut back to the ring as we see Cory Kincaid already standing by and waiting.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Evolution Championship!

Mark: After a successful defense at Future Shock Malice, Aimee has her second defense in a row with Summer coming up! The champion is definitely taking on a tough schedule, to be sure.

Mai: I think she can handle it, Aimee dispatched Lightning two weeks ago. And tonight, she sends Kasey to the back of the line too.

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

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

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


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

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


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

Mark: Summer hasn’t exactly had the best run of luck recently, but she’s had this title shot in her pocket for several weeks now. And if she can make it happen, she can easily erase the memories of some recent outings, most notably against Valentina.

Mai: You could say she had a helluva fallback plan if the Femme for All didn’t work out for her, and I would say that but I keep wondering what’s under that plaid skirt. I wonder if her boyfriend has ever gave her a rimjob...I’d do it for free.

“Winner” hits the PA and Aimee Easter steps out onto the stage dressed in her ring gear.

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

FFW’s Serpent surveys the crowd before walking down to the ring.  She climbs the ring steps 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 while being booed vociferously by all in attendance.

Mark: As I said at the top, Aimee has started a pretty rigorous schedule of title defenses. She’s looking to make up for what was a lackluster first reign with that title, and she’s done a fine job so far.

Mai: Aimee likes to use mind games on her opponents, and they tend to work. She hasn’t had time to screw with Summer’s head yet, but I enjoy watching her at work….it’s like foreplay right before the South Korean soccer team starts undressing you.

Referee Kevin Fisk calls for the bell to start the match as Aimee and Summer meet in the center of the ring. Fisk holds up the Evolution Championship and hands it off to Cory. And as he does this, Aimee catches Kasey with a short knee to the ribs followed by two more. She doubles the challenger over and begins to hammer at her back with clubbing blows with both hands clasped together. Aimee bounces off the near side and catches the bent over Summer with a knee lift to the head before taking her down with a short clothesline. Easter steps onto her face as she walks over her, putting a few stomps on her before she measures and drives an elbow into her back.

Mark: Aimee already going to work on Summer’s back with her offense here, clearly setting up for the Final Verse already.

Mai: I got bent over like that once, but it wasn’t by anyone trying to hurt me. Oh, wait! Match...okay! Very expertly delivered….elbow there.

Aimee pulled the challenger back to her feet, scooping her into a front fireman’s carry before she dropped her across her knee. Not releasing her, she stood back up and dropped her again and then a third time before she rose one last time and used a powerslam into the mat. Easter got back to her feet, shooting a disdainful look to the crowd briefly before she jerked Summer back up to her feet. A hard Irish whip sent her into the corner back first before she followed her in. The champion lowered her shoulder and drove a pair of shoulder blocks into her ribs. Easter grabbed her arm and fired her across for the ride a second time. And again, Summer’s back crashed against the far turnbuckle. Easter measured her and took off towards the corner, looking for a running clothesline but Summer got her foot up and caught Easter on the jaw instead. It staggered the champion as Summer collected herself for a moment and caught her with a low dropkick to the chest.

Mark: Summer got the boot up, and Aimee can tell you what size shoe the challenger wears...its probably imprinted on her face!

Mai: She better pull it together quickly and stay on her, because stunning Aimee and keeping her down are two separate things. See, I can talk strategy...screw the Internet wrestling community!

Summer was still a bit shaken from the earlier assault, still gathering her wits before she climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside and drove a leg drop across the back of Aimee’s head. She rolled her over onto her back and began to drive home relentless elbow strikes to her head as well. The redhead got back to her feet and used the near side ropes for a springboard into a double knee drop into Aimee’s chest! It curled the champion up for a moment before she reached across and hooked the leg.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mai: Double knee drop to the ribs, I’ll drink to that!

Mark: I can’t recall the last time I saw Summer do that, but damn it was effective! I bet Aimee’s ribs are at the very least bruised.

Summer got back to her feet, rolling the champion over onto her stomach before she stepped across and applied a Boston crab. Aimee’s face tensed in pain as Summer began to lean back, trying to pull Aimee’s feet into her back as she had the move locked in tightly. Fisk asked the champion if she wanted to submit, but Aimee declined that as she pressed her hands against the mat and began to push up. Her face screwed up in more pain as she did, but she managed to shoot Summer into the ropes and onto the apron.

Mai: That was hot, Aimee powered out of the Boston crab. But the damage may have been done.

Mark: You’re not kidding! An impressive power display from the champion, and Summer’s already back up!

Aimee started back to her feet, clutching her back as she turned to find Summer fly over the top rope back into the ring with a flying shoulder tackle that took the champion back down! The redhead rolled to her feet and took off for the far side. She rebounded quickly and went into rolling thunder before she crashed down onto the champion with a back splash. She quickly reached across and hooked her leg for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Aimee kicked out before the three as Summer used a closed fist to the face on the champion before she started to get back up.

Mark: Summer employing a mixture of the high speed offense she’s known for, as well as some technical expertise as well.

Summer circled around and moved to the far side of the ring, waiting for Aimee to get up. The champion started to stir and got back to her feet before Summer took off. She went for a high cross body, but Easter caught her in midair and launched her with a fallaway slam...over the top rope to the floor!

Mai: She just…..shot Summer off like a missile!

Mark: From the ring to the floor! The challenger was dumped like a sack of garbage! And I think Aimee’s had enough of Summer right now!

Aimee gathered herself for a moment before she rolled out to the floor after her. The referee continued his count in the ring as Aimee pulled the challenger up by the hair and sent her head first into the barricade. The look of irritation on her face was obvious as she grabbed Summer’s feet and went into a giant swing. Summer revolved around the champion eight times before Aimee sent her flying again into the barricade around ringside.

Mai: Like a rag doll! Summer has definitely irritated Aimee, and I never realized how hot she was when she wasn’t happy.

Mark: Summer was giving Aimee all she could stand, and the champion is returning the favor! That barricade isn’t a good place to land, let me tell you.

She pulled Summer up and dropped her chest first across the top of the barricade with a stun gun before she got back to her feet. She glanced up to the official before she deposited Summer into the ring and slid in after her. Aimee made the cover as she pulled Summer’s leg to her in the process.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Summer got the shoulder up before she clutched her head in pain. Aimee slowly climbed back to her feet, stepping onto Summer’s hair and then trying to pull her up by the arms to cause the redhead to scream in pain.

Mai: Normally I like a bit of hair pulling myself, kinda adds something, you know?

Mark: This is why I tend to ignore you. Aimee is punishing the challenger, and Summer may be leaving a few locks in the ring tonight.

She released her hands before she pulled the challenger up onto her shoulder and took off for the corner. She caught her with a snake eyes, dropping Summer face first across the top turnbuckle. And as the challenger staggered backwards out of the corner, Aimee spun her around and drilled her with a spinebuster into the canvas. She pulls Summer up by the arms before she hits a curb stomp to her face.

Mai: OFF WITH HER HEAD!! Was nice of Aimee to drag her boot across her body first, keeps her boots clean that way!

Mark: That was some devastating impact right there, and I’m not sure how much more of this that Summer is going to be able to withstand.

Aimee dropped to her knees and rolled Summer over onto her back before she reached across and hooked her leg for the cover. Fisk dropped into position to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Summer’s arm came up before the three as Aimee started back to her feet. The redhead rolled to her stomach and began to try to crawl away from her as Aimee circled around behind her. Summer used the ropes to help her slowly get to her feet as Aimee took off for the ropes adjacent to her. And as the challenger turned around, she caught her with the Clothesline from Hell!

Mai: Summer doesn’t need to GET EDUCATED now after that!

Mark: A bone crunching clothesline, and you know what’s coming! This is precisely how she knocked off Lightning at Future Shock Malice with the title on the line!

Aimee pulled Summer up to her feet, hoisting her into the air before she drove her into the canvas with the jackhammer. She immediately hooked her leg as Fisk dropped for the count.

Mai: FINAL VERSE!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Aimee got back up to her feet slowly, glaring down at Summer before the referee handed her the title.

Mark: And Aimee Easter just keeps turning them away! Two title defenses in a row, two successful retentions to go with it!

Cory: The winner of the match….and STILL FFW Evolution Champion….AIMEE EASTER!!

Aimee jerked the title away from Fisk, turning and thrusting it into the air to the dismay of the live crowd. Fisk raised her other hand in victory before the Revolution rolled out to the floor and threw the title over her shoulder.

Mai: Aimee has now defeated two of the most dominant Television Champions in FFW history, and she doesn’t seem to be slowing down!

As Aimee backed up the ramp, she raised her title aloft once more to boos from the crowd before we cut to a commercial for the upcoming All Stars season of Future Shock.

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Mark: Alright, folks, its time for the No Surrender Championship, and I’m being joined by someone who’s no stranger to this division, please welcome… Wendy Briese!

Wendy: Hey, Mr. Horton!  Thanks for having me.  I’m looking forward to this one, two of our longest tenured wrestlers about to face off!

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one submission-only fall, and is for the NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, the challenger…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy: You know, this is a huge step for Jo McFarlane… I never really thought of her as the No Surrender type, but she’s more than willing to dive headlong into this tough, tough division.  That takes guts.

Mark: Jo hit the jackpot with her Pick Your Poison choice from the Future Shock Cup.  She challenged Starla looking for a way into the division, and ended up with a title match!

Wendy: A generous gesture by Starla, to be sure, and Jo’s going to be looking to take advantage of that generosity!

Cory: And her opponent…

As the Jace Everett's “Bad Things” song starts Starla emerges from the backstage area as the line “When you came in the air went out” is sung. Pausing momentarily to stare into the crowd she is joined by Alex Adonis. Walking down to the ring she waves to the crowd.

Climbing the ring steps she will turn on the top step to face outwards, arching her back against the ring post and running her hand down the curves of her body, before quickly turning and stepping through the ring ropes where she is joined by her husband. As the music fades, Alex finishes giving her a last minute pep talk and they exchange one last kiss before he leaves the ring and Starla turns her attention back to the middle of the ring.

Cory: Standing 5’9” tall and weighing 127lbs from Atlanta, Georgia and accompanied by her husband Alex Adonis, she is the REIGNING AND DEFENDING NO SURRENDER CHAMPION… please welcome...STARLA MCCLOUD!!!

Mark: Starla won that championship by beating Caroline Stark, and I believe this is her first defense!  You look… somewhat more happy with seeing Starla  as champion this time around, Wendy…

Wendy: Well, she’s certainly got a bit of a more… likeable attitude this time around.  It’s a lot more pleasant to stomach her being champion when she actually earned it, and not relied on her husband to steal it.

Mark: And she’s going to have to earn every second of her reign after tonight!  The No Surrender Championship match… begins NOW!

*DING DING DING!*

The crowd pops as the bell rings, and Starla and Jo both leave their corner, meeting in the middle of the ring, and quickly shaking hands before starting to rotate around each other and the ring.  They quickly lock up, with Jo quickly putting Starla in a headlock, only for Starla to break out of it, and swing low, taking Jo down from behind with a leg takedown.  Atop Jo’s back, Starla goes for a hammer lock, but Jo rolls to the side, wrapping her legs around Starla’s arm, going for an armbar, only for Starla to jerk herself back and away from the grasp.

Mark: Couple of close calls there, but neither woman able to get a hold truly locked on.

Wendy: No, but Jo’s willing to go hold for hold with Starla here.  She’s confident that she’s prepared for this division.  I like that!

Jo starts to get to her feet, but feints and charges in low, going for a double leg takedown, but Starla sees it coming, and sprawls, spreading her legs to keep her balance wide, leaning atop Jo.  She quickly works her arms for a guillotine choke, but this time it’s Jo who’s pulling back with all her might, so hard she rolls over backwards.  Starla takes this initiative and moves in quickly, but Jo completely rolls, coming on her feet, and uses Starla’s momentum against her by taking her over in an armdrag, keeping her hold on to apply pressure to Starla’s arm!

Wendy: Excellent display of move and counter move there, and Jo’s wise to target Starla’s arms.

Mark: Starla tried to be aggressive there, but it backfired.

Starla grimaces,and kicks out at the ropes, looping her toe over the bottom, and the ref orders the break, which Jo immediately complies.  Starla gets to her feet, a bit more cautious this time, and again the two women circle.  Again, the two lock up, but this time Starla’s the quicker, spinning Jo around and taking her back in a waistlock.  Jo tries to pry her arms off, but Starla lifts her for a suplex, but Jo kicks her legs and Starla lowers her back.  Starla tries again, but again Jo kicks her legs to throw off the weight and cancel it.  On the third try, however, Starla’s momentum holds and she sends Jo crashing over with a German Suplex!

Mark: What power by Starla there!  Jo tried to fight it, but in the end, she’s drilled into the mat with that German suplex.

Wendy: And fighting that isn’t exactly pleasant.  You’re having your innards squeezed like toothpaste every time she tries to lift you.

Jo rolls over, and tries to crawl away from Starla, moving towards the ropes, but Starla grabs her by the shoulders, and forces her into a sitting position.  She crosses Jo’s arms over her throat, and pulls back, planting her boot on Jos’ back for extra leverage.

Wendy: Oh, a straightjacket surfboard!  This is nasty, and it’s VERY hard to escape… your best bet is trying to hold out longer than your opponent’s ability to apply the hold!

Mark: Starla calls this Valium, and for good reason! She could put Jo to sleep if she’s able to keep it on long enough!

Jo yelps in pain, as the referee asks her if she wants to submit, but the Scotch-Irish woman refuses, screaming her defiance.  Jo tries to kick out towards the ropes- a vain hope as her legs are bent back under her and essentially useless.  Starla grits her teeth, one of her arms trembling from the exertion as she continues to crank the hold, the crowd split between wanting Jo to submit or break out.

Mark: Jo’s holding out!  But she’s not any closer to breaking that hold!

Wendy: Look at how much energy it’s taking Starla to maintain it!  Every second she lasts in that hold, she’s closer to breaking it by pure attrition!

Jo shakes her head again, and this time, as Starla tries to tighten the hold, her arms slip out of McCloud’s grasp, and Jo flops face first onto the mat, the referee signaling that the hold was broken without a submission.  As Jo gasps for breath on the mat, Starla paces around, shaking her arm off and grimacing at the lost opportunity.

Wendy: Luckily for Jo, that’s a hold that’s very difficult to maintain for long.  Starla tried to end it there, but Jo held out!

Mark: Still, I’d rather be Starla with a sore arm than Jo with a fairly low oxygen supply right now!

Starla stands over Jo, bending her legs to sit on her back, reaching down to apply a camel clutch.  Sensing the danger, Jo explodes backwards, scooting out from under Starla, as she does so, she grabs at Starla’s legs, yanking back, hoping to knock McCloud off balance.  This fails, but Starla does stumble, giving Jo a chance to rise up, leap at Starla’s back, and latch on a sleeper hold!

Mark: Excellent maneuverability by Jo McFarlane, and she’s got that sleeper hold applied tight!

Wendy: Caught Starla completely off guard there!  Starla had no idea where Jo had gone, or what she had in mind!

Starla immediately starts struggling, trying to pry Jo’s arms off her, but isn’t having any luck as Jo does a good job of maintaining the hold while keeping Starla off the ropes.  Starla, with a snarl of refusal to quit at the ref, falls to one knee, Jo still keeping the hold applied!

Wendy: Starla’s off her feet, and this is where a sleeper hold gets dangerous.  They’re not quick like some submissions, but if you can get them to work, they’re no less of a victory.

Mark: Well, Starla better think of something quick here, because she’s running out of time!

Starla tries to fight her way back to her feet, but as she does, Jo pushes her weight up, so it’s more directly pushing Starla down, even as she maintains the hold.  Starla pushes herself into the weight shift though, and Jo yelps in protest as she overbalances  and finds herself pitching off Starla to crash onto the mat!

Mark: Starla got out of it, but I think that’s cause of a Jo mistake.

Wendy: It was a mistake- Jo shifted her weight wrong, and that shows why Starla is the No Surrender Champion- she anticipated that, and took full advantage.  It’s almost like she managed to set a trap for Jo, using her weight and balance,and Jo took the bait.

Jo picks herself up, but she’s too slow for Starla, who catches her and drops her with a snap suplex.  Starla doesn’t capitalize, however, going to one knee and panting, trying to rid herself of the effects of the sleeper hold.

Wendy: As disappointing as it has to be for Jo to let Starla escape, she has to take heard in the fact that Starla’s not following up.  It shows what she’s doing is affecting her.  Starla has to recover.

Mark: Although it’s also giving her a chance to recover, so there is a trade off.

Starla fights her way back to her feet, but is unable to move on Jo, because Jo is also getting to  her feet as well.  Starla takes Jo’s back, locking on a full nelson with her hands, Jo hissing in frustration that she was caught from behind!

Mark: Starla’s on the attack now, and that’s a brutal looking submission.

Wendy: Oh, God. It feels like your shoulders are being ripped out of  their socket!  This probably won’t get Starla a win, but it could cripple Jo’s chances!

Jo tries to throw her weight into the ropes to break the hold, but STarla’s not letting her get there, keeping her just off the ropes.  For just a second, Jo pauses in her fight against the hold, then throws all caution to the wind, leaping up and kicking her feet out.  She catches the ropes, springboarding off them and landing hard on her rear- with Starla’s chin clacking down on her shoulder.  Starla lets go, and flops to the mat, clutching her jaw, while Jo winces as she feels her own hurts.

Wendy: What innovation by Jo McFarlane!  She was seriously in trouble, and she used a bit of creativity to get out of it!

Mark: Jo using her high flyer background to break that hold, and keeps her hopes of winning the No Surrender Championship alive!

Both women are down for several minutes, each one clutching various injured areas of their body.  Jo gets up first, and hooks the rising Starla from behind. Starla grunts as Jo uses the waislock to drag her from the ropes.  Jo quickly releases, and attempts a cobra clutch, but she’s unable to properly hook it before a hipcheck knocks her off balance.  Starla spins around and whips Jo off the ropes, ducking as Jo rebounds- as she passes, Starla rises, reaching behind her, and catching Jo about the neck, stopping her momentum cold.  Jo’s eyes bug in pain and shock as Starla pulls her in and lifts her up on her back in a hangman’s neckbreaker!

Mark: Oh, Jo’s in trouble now!  That’s the Suicide Watch, and Jo is being hung like the gallows!

Wendy: Such a cruel move, because its your own bodyweight that’s used against you!  Jo doesn’t have a lot of options here!  Her best chance is to either kick out at the ropes, or hope she lasts longer than the hold does!

The ref is right on top of it, asking Jo if she wants to quit, but Jo refuses in a pain-drenched voice.  Jo tries kicking with her legs, but this time can’t find any purchase anywhere, and her pale face is turning redder and redder as she’s held in the hold.

Wendy: This could be it, Jo’s in trouble, and Starla hast it masterfully locked in.  Starla may have just retained her title with that move!

Mark: But it’s not over yet!  Jo’s holding out!

And once again, Starla’s unable to finish the job, releasing the hold to send Jo collapsing to the mat, and falling to her own knees, panting for breath, her supporters in the crowd groaning while Jo’s fans cheer.  Jo’s clutching her neck, gasping for breath, while Starla grimaces in frustration.

Mark: Jo survived it!   Jo wanted this match, and she’s showing it with the fight she’s putting up tonght!

Wendy: She is!  She’s weathering some of Starla’s worst moves, and it may not be pretty, she’s escaping!

With Jo flat on her back, Starla fights back to her feet, brushing her hair out of her face as she stands over McFarlane.  She reaches down to grab Jo and pull her up, but Jo explodes into action, grabbing her arm and pulling her down, her legs kicking up to wrap around Starla’s neck as the crowd roars in shock!

Wendy: TRIANGLE CHOKE!   OUT OF NOWHERE!

Mark: Jo McFarlane’s got Choke a Bitch!  She’s about to Choke a Bitch all the way to the No Surrender Championship!

Caught completely by surprise, Starla struggles, trying to pull away from Jo, but she’s unable to, and Jo pulls her even further in, keeping the hold maintained as the crowd roars for either a tap out or a break.  Starla tries rotating her body, kicking out with one leg trying to hook a rope, but to no avail.  That stops as her knee nearly buckles sending her to the mat.

Mark: Starla’s got a lot of fight left in her, but she’s fading quickly, you can see it!

Wendy: Whatever she tries, she’s GOT to stay on her feet!  If she goes off her feet, she’s sucked in entirely and this match is over.  As long as she’s on her feet, there’s still hope!

Starla’s knee buckles again as she tries to stay on her feet, but it’s clear her efforts to remain standing aren’t going to sustain her much longer.  For a second, she stops moving, the crowd coming to its feet, thinking the match over.  Then with a primal shriek and a heave, Starla forces herself upwards, pulling Jo’s suspended form up with her, standing nearly straight upright before falling forward, sending Jo crashing back to the mat with an improvised powerbomb!

Wendy: SHES OUT!  Starla survived Jo’s most known submission with a gutsy break, and her championship reign lives!

Mark: But how much is left in her?  That took almost everything to break out of! 

Clutching her throat, Starla staggers into the ropes, leaning over the bottom rope as she pants for breath.  Behind her, an equally dazed Jo is using the ropes to fight her way to her feet.  Panting for breath, she nonetheless grins as she see’s Starla’s position, and raises her hands in the air.

Mark: Uh oh…. I think Starla’s about to SMELL DEFEAT!

Wendy: This is an absolute staple of Jo’s and if she connects, Starla’s at her mercy!

Jo charges forward, leaping feet first through the ropes, swinging her legs around for the feint kick… and misses completely as Starla ducks!  Jo swings back into the ring, completely disoriented, and Starla hits behind her, and kicks Val in the back of the knee, while hooking her head for a dragon sleeper!

Wendy: STARLA’S GOING FOR THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!  If she gets this locked in!

Mark: Jo’s trying to fight it though!

Sure enough, Jo is writhing as Starla lowers her over the knee, trying as hard as she can to keep the hold locked on and tighten it.  For all of Jo’s struggles, she looks to be succeeding, locking in the hold more and more as Jo becomes more desperate.  Suddenly, in a full fledged fit of desperation, Jo pushes her feet up, practically jackknifing herself… and wrapping her legs around Starla’s head!  Starla, shocked at the unorthodox move, releases Jo’s head, and Jo’s body swings around to her side.  Jo grab’s Starla’s opposite arm pinning it behind her as a throat wrenching scream comes from the champions mouth!

Mark: WHAT A MOVE BY JO MCFARLANE!  Starla never had a CHANCE to see it coming!

Wendy: That’s a Christo, Mark!  Part headscissors, part octopus stretch, all elevated so they’re supporting your weight… Starla’s utterly trapped!

Starla screams, but can’t even claw at Jo’s legs, one hand pinned behind her, and her other unable to get proper leverage.  On her knees already, she can’t stagger to the ropes.  The best she can muster is a desperate flop to the side- landing well short of the ring’s edge!

Wendy: She’s down!  And she’s completely and utterly trapped and I don’t know if there’s a way out of this, Mark!

Mark: This could be a huge upset, unless Starla has a trick up her sleeve to get out that none of us know about!

Starla kicks feebly, before seeing the writing on the wall, and with a final shriek of desperation, she uses her freer hand to tap on Jo’s legs, the crowd exploding as the ref calls for the bell!

*DING DING DING!*

Mark: ITS OVER!  JO MCFARLANE HAS JUST SHOCKED THE WORLD!

Jo releases the hold and leaps to her feet, her hand over her mouth, as the crowd goes bananas.  The ref is already out of the ring, grabbing the belt, and rolls back in to hand it to her and raise her hand as Cory makes it official.

Cory: Your winner… and NEW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION!  JO MCFARLANE!!!!!!!!!

Wendy: I cannot believe she did that, Mark!  I cannot believe Jo just walked into this division and won the title just like that!  She used her highflying background, and oh my god, I’ve never seen ANYTHING like it!

Mark: Starla had Stockholm Syndrome almost locked on, and Jo managed to fold herself nearly in half to pull that off!  That’s going to be on highlight reels for YEARS to come!

As Jo cradles the title, then raises it for the still popping fans, a very disappointed Starla rolls out of the ring, looking forlorn as she heads to the back.

Mark: And just to remind everybody, that woman put this title up for grabs tonight by her own choice.  She’s going down…but she went down one hell of a fighting champion. 

Wendy: Absolutely.  Starla did everything to make wrestling’s most unique division a better place, and that included the bravery she showed in jeopardizing her reign tonight.  That’s one great thing about the No Surrender division- dang near everyone who’s held that belt knows how special it is, and they bring honor to the division.  And I guarantee you that woman in the ring right now will be no exception.  Hold it proud, Jo!  You’ve earned it.

Mark: She did… and I for one would not say no to a rematch in the future!  And I have a feeling STarla may not be willing to let it all settle at that, either!

Wendy: I hope not!  Watching these two put on another show would be an absolute treat!

Jo continues to celebrate with her title as we cut elsewhere.




Old Married Couple

The words “Recorded Earlier Today…” are shown on the screen after a brief commercial for the upcoming All Stars season of Future Shock. And from there, we find a pair...a married pair as we see Mark with a microphone backstage alongside his wife.

Mark: Look at me, I’m the new Allison Marx...for now. This is Mark filing this before Anarchy is set to go on the air in a couple hours or so, here with a woman competing in the upcoming All Stars season. On top of that, she’s been wildly successful elsewhere, and managed to tolerate me for a few years. Erica, this may be the first or one of the few times a husband had to interview his wife.

Erica grins widely at him, and turns her head to the camera to share the grin with it.

Erica: I know right! And there’s no one I’d rather have the interview with! With no disrespect to the other interview staff intended of course!

Mark: I’m touched. Let’s start at the top then for those who may not have read all the bios up on the FFW website. Why did you decide to jump into the All Star season instead of diving head first into the main roster?

Erica: Because I’vebeen looking for an excuse todo Future Shock for a long, long time. I’ve unfortunately been disqualified from traditional Future Shock as  I had a match quite some time ago. Yeah, I could have gone straight onto the main  roster, but this is what I wanted to do. I was pretty happy to stay off the roster and commentate. But I now get to do the competition and it’s all good!

Mark: That reminds me, this request was from Zack.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cue card to read whatever was on it.

Mark: As submitted by your broadcast partner, Zack...Oh...I’m supposed to do what this says...I thought it was a question…

He lets out a long sigh and gets down on his knees, checking the card again and grabbing one of her legs before he begins to plead.

Mark: Uh...ahem...PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!

Mark rolls his eyes as he gets back to his feet, dusting off his pants. Erica, meanwhile, stands there giggling to herself.

Erica: I’m sorry Zack! I’ll be back! I promise! Maybe not in a full-time capacity, but I’ll be back! Poor guy.  You’d think it was a divorce or something.

Mark: Now that we have that taken care of, you know who all you have to look forward to meeting. Valentina, Stacey, Freya, Kate, and Claire. What do you make of your competition? Hell, you got to call two of them in a match at Breakdown, up close and personal scouting!

Erica: I did! And it was brilliant! I’m...I’m not gonna lie, I was really quite surprised when the names were announced. I was expecting faces of the past, or faces of the present who would have thought that Future Shock would have been good for them - and in the case of some, that nails has been hit on the head pretty effectively. But there’s a couple of exceptions where all I can really do is look at them and assume that they are in it purely for this rub that they think they need and don’t really need. I mean, look at Valentina. No matter what happens tonight, she’s got a title match upcoming. She’s the biggest surprise of the Femme For All. Does she really NEED this? And Stacey? Well...let’s be fair, it’s Stacey. Stacey has this compulsive need to rub it in as many faces as possible that she has a magpie complex.

Mark: Well Stacey also wanted the season named after her, and said she did it to pad her resume...oh, and because ya know….Future Shock needed her for it to be successful. I’d also apply your logic to Kate Steele, but that’s me.

Erica: Oh yeah, I don’t disagree there either. Kate and Stacey are birds of a feather that way. They feel a need to be involved in everything because of a sense of entitlement, but I felt that Stacey was worth more of a mention than Kate.

Mark: FFW management decided to let the fans pick the first challenge recently for this season, and they chose a trios match with partners drawn at random. A match that Freya specifically asked not to have, but the fans have spoken. You think you can co-exist with anyone in the season for the sake of this match? Especially since the person who catches the winning pin….or far less likely submission...will get the amnesty card.

Erica: With the exception of Valentina and Stacey, I reckon I’ll be good with everyone. They might not feel the same way though, which is okay with me. And the match...well, that’ll be interesting if nothing else. Exceptionally difficult. Especially with the amnesty card on the line!

Mark: Well every person who has won the amnesty card has gone onto win the season so far. Both times. So that card could be the key to victory, to be sure. But the chances of you getting paired with only people you like is going to be slim. You could get paired with them both, and if there’s no getting along, that may make teamwork an issue. Look at what happened when Serafina and Jodie were forced to team.

Erica: If that happens, then I’ll just need to deal with it. Obviously I hope it doesn’t. I’d like to be able to get the card without too many problems. But while you use Jodie and Serafina...they struggled, but Jodie still got the card and they won the match.

He nods in agreement with that.

Mark: Who do you think is the biggest threat of the women in the season?

Erica: ME! Obviously!

She giggles.

Erica: I kid, of course. But...honestly, I don’t actually know. None of us have too many massive advantages over the other. Unless you count the requirement to have others around, but that’s not important. I can’t honestly pick anyone over anyone else. If it was a year ago or so, I would have said Stacey in a heartbeat. But I’m not going to say that because this isn’t 2013.

Mark: Well I got faith in you. And Wendy and I will be calling all of it as well, for those wondering at home. I just hope they make the extras stay in the back. Last thing I want to see are the Femme Fatales or Valentina’s entourage around for the season.

Erica: Makes two of us! Or even keep them out of the arena. That’d be even better!

Mark: Mutually agreed. Either way, folks, the Future Shock All Star season begins January 13 with the first challenge laid out with the teams involved. Make sure you watch it as always, and whatever you do, don’t vote for the hot blonde!

He said with a wink before giving his wife a kiss as the video cut out.

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We are shown a video package featuring the Femme for All tournament, and the rise to the finals of both Crystal Hilton and Valentina Lozano. From there, we cut back to the ring.

Zack: Another match I have highly anticipated here tonight at Anarchy, the finals of the Femme for All with two women who have never had an opportunity like this!

Erica: Yep, this year’s tournament has been nothing short of extraordinary with all the surprises and twists it’s taken. I’m pretty sure few saw it coming down to these two when the brackets were announced.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is the final of the Femme For All 2014!!!

The lights fade out as two spotlights hit the entrance curtain as it does Roses by Outkast begin’s to blast all across the speakers.  The song begins to blare loudly and that is when Daniel Pollaski emerges from the curtain. He smiles as he points at the curtain and that is when The Rose Goddess emerges through them

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

Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She slaps the hands of outstretched fans before she runs up the steps. She walks towards the middle of the apron before she drops into a split entering the ring. She grins taking a rose out of her boot throwing it into the crowd. She bounces about slowly waiting for the match to begin.

Zack: Crystal Hilton has been trying to reach this point in FFW for some time, long lusting after the FFW Championship. She has no better direct path than right here tonight.

Erica: True, she talked about how she wanted this and how long she’s wanted it. But she has to get by the woman who has been the story of this year’s tournament to get it...and here she comes.

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 "I Want It All/We Will Rock You (Mash-up)" by Queen featuring Armageddon blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage.

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

Valentina suddenly stops across the edge of the railing, where she comes across some men waving their hands up and down in front of her in a bowing motion. With her hands on her hips, Valentina seductively places her foot on the rail in front of them and orders one of them to kiss her boot. As he bends over to kiss it, Valentina pulls it away from him and extends her hand out to him, insulting and dismissing him before she leaves the area and continues to the ring.

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 the match to begin.

Zack: You know Valentina just loves all this pomp and pageantry, she lives for it! But tonight is the biggest chance of her career to be sure!

Erica: I think part of all that is just to annoy her opponent, maybe get them off their game. And given who she’s beaten to get her, she may be the odds on favorite to win the tournament!

Melinda Davis calls for the bell and Hilton charges out of her corner and towards Valentina as she looks for the high knee only for the woman to see her coming, ducking out of the way and ghosting past her. Crystal, however, lands on the second rope and springboards off it, back towards her opponent and catches her square in the back of the head with an enzugiri. Lozano falls to the mat on impact and Hilton instantly goes for the cover, hooking the leg.

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...THR-

Zack: Head shot right at the start, and Hilton went for it all right there!

Erica: Doesn’t cost any more to go for pinfalls, so why not!

Valentina kicks out and immediately gets dragged to her feet by Hilton and shoved back into the corner as the movie star fires off kick after kick into her midsection. Melinda Davis tries to break it up, ordering Hilton to let Valentina out of the corner and getting her wish as Crystal yanks her forward by the wrist only to spin around and send her straight back into the same corner with an Irish whip. This time Hilton steps into the corner with her opponent and brings her knee up into her abdomen. Once more Melinda Davis tells Hilton to let her opponent come away from the ropes. Hilton again complies with the instruction as she fires Lozano across the ring into the opposite corner, following her close behind before she launches herself into a handspring back elbow, crushing her against the pads before hooking Valentina’s head and charging out of the corner to deliver a running bulldog. Rolling to her feet, Crystal heads back to the corner and quickly leaps up onto the top rope before launching herself towards Valentina and catching her with a hurricanrana just as Lozano gets back to her feet. Kipping up to her feet, Crystal bounces off the ropes and into another handspring completing her Smell The Roses move with a moonsault that lands cleanly across the woman’s middle. Crystal hooks the leg for the pinfall once more.

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...THRE-

Zack: This is the kind of thing Valentina has to stop, she can’t let Crystal start flying around the ring!

Erica: True, this is what she loves to do most of all! And if it turns into a match of speed, Valentina’s already done!

As Davis hand is coming down for the three count, Crystal Hilton finds herself dragged out of the cover and to her feet on the outside where she comes face to face with Lozano’s bodyguard Isis. Hilton instantly launches herself at the large woman with a flying clothesline attempt only for the bodyguard to catch her across the chest and drive her to the floor with a side slam. As Davis spins around Isis holds her hands up in innocence only for the official to not buy it as she immediately ejects the amazonian woman from the ringside area. The decision anger to flash across Isis’ face as she clambers onto the apron, towering over the official who sticks to her guns and orders her to the back. When Isis refuses to go, Davis threatens to disqualify Lozano that finally seems to make Isis see sense as she drops down to the floor. In the ring Valentina is back on her feet, somewhat recovered after the early onslaught and moves to confront the referee taking up her bodyguards cause. With Davis attention distracted, Isis grabs hold of Crystal Hilton by her sports bra and her skirt and hurls her viciously head first into the ring steps, dragging her upwards and rolling her back into the ring before finally backing up the ramp, slowly. Leaving the argument with the referee, Lozano dives on top of Hilton.

Erica: If Isis is the reason Valentina goes on to face the FFW Champion, I’ll--

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...THR-

Zack: Not on that exchange, Erica! Crystal avoided the fall! But I know what you’re saying and couldn’t agree more.

Hilton kicks out, rolling to her front and Lozano comes to her feet and begins to stomp away at her fallen opponents shoulder. Reaching down Valentina grabs hold of Crystal’s wrist pulling her arm upwards only to stomp her shoulder blade back down into the mat. Again Lozano stoops down and pulls her foe to her feet only to send her through the turnbuckles and shoulder first into the steel ring post. As Crystal staggers backwards to the middle of the ring, Valentina applies a hammerlock to her injured arm and holds it as she hooks her head from behind and delivers a reverse DDT into the canvas. Hilton rolls onto her front, grasping her arm with the other only for her Toronto born opponent to float over her back and apply a Fujiwara armbar, pulling upwards on her arm as she leans with all her weight on the shoulder blade. Crystal calls out in pain but refuses to tap out, choosing instead to use her leg strength and one free arm to drag herself and Lozano to one side, finally throwing her leg over the bottom rope. Davis tells Valentina to break the hold, starting the count and getting to four and a half before the release finally comes.

Zack: Valentina getting all the benefit she can from that hold, she definitely doesn’t want to get disqualified...not in this match of this importance!

Erica: No, of course not! She wants to meet the champion, and there’s no rematches in the Femme for All. A DQ sends Crystal to the title match just as well as a pin!

Getting up to her feet Lozano pulls Crystal up by the hair and snapmares her to the canvas, bouncing off the ropes and delivers a dropkick into her face. Rolling out onto the apron behind Crystal, Valentina waves her up to her feet, waiting until she gets vertical before executing a standing leap onto the top rope and springboarding back into the ring and sends Hilton down to the mat with a spinning heel kick. Getting to her feet quickly Valentina heads for the corner, stepping out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle where she measures Hilton up as she gets to her knees before leaping towards her and catching her with a double footstomp across the top of her back that drives Hilton face first into the mat. Rolling her over Valentina hooks the leg and makes the cover.

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...THRE-

Zack: For a woman that adores her feet as much as Valentina, she sure as hell uses them as weapons more often than not.

Erica: And damn well too at that, nearly picked up the fall!

Hilton kicks out on two and six eighths. Valentina rises to a vertical base and plays to the crowd getting jeered by the sold out stadium as Crystal gets to her feet and immediately Lozano catches her with a toe kick into the gut that doubles her over. With a smile on her face, Valentina hooks both of Crystal’s arms and sends her up into the air and crashing down to the canvas with a double arm suplex. Quickly Valentina continues her attack, floating over before Crystal has a chance to rise and pinning her arm to the mat. Kicking upward, Lozano propels herself into the air and drives both her knees down into the former Evolution Champion’s arm. She repeats the move a second and third time before pulling Crystal to her feet. With a firm grip of Crystals wrist, Valentina twists her arm around in her socket, making two full rotations as she keeps her distance.  Bringing her foot up she places the sole of her boot against Crystal’s ribcage and falls backward, extending her leg fully as she keeps a firm grip on Crystal’s arm, attempting to rip it right out of it’s socket. Hilton yells out in pain and Lozano drives her boot into her ribs once more from a sitting position.

Erica: One way or another, I think Valentina wants to take Crystal’s arm home with her tonight after Anarchy. Doing a fine job of making it happen too!

Zack: Crystal isn’t known that well for her tolerance for submissions, so I’m not surprised to see Valentina employing a few in her strategy tonight.

Releasing her hold of the arm, Lozano gets to her feet once more and plays to the crowd, getting another chorus of boos as Crystal rolls around on the mat, cradling her arm against her chest as she holds her shoulder. Moving back to her opponent as she gets to all fours, Valentina takes hold of the injured by the wrist once more, grapevining it around her leg and drops all her weight down on to Crystal’s injured shoulder. Standing up, with the arm still trapped, Valentina looks to drop down once more only for Hilton to react, yanking Lozano off balance and into a roll-up.

Zack: SMALL PACKAGE!!!

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...THRE-

Erica: Crystal surprised Valentina...and everyone here in Dallas on that one! Close, but no cigar!

Lozano kicks out sending Crystal staggering backwards into the ring ropes; the woman from Detroit grabbing hold of them to regain her balance. Quickly she comes forward and as Lozano gets her feet underneath her Crystal drives her foot into the side of her head with the Flashing Lights chick kick. Hilton drops onto her ass holding her shoulder on the follow through from the kick and Valentina stumbles backward, falling through the ropes and to the outside. Still holding her shoulder, Hilton comes to her feet and immediately takes off across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back towards Lozano. As she nears that side of the ring Crystal leaves her feet and flies between the middle and top rope with a suicide dive that finds it’s mark sending Lozano into the barricade; the two landing in a heap. Hilton rises to her feet first and uses the ring steps to get onto the ring apron, looking behind her she measures up the rising Lozano before leaping into the air, using the middle rope as a springboard to launch herself backwards and drive her foot into her opponents face with a side kick. Valentina falls backwards into the ringside barrier only for Hilton to grab hold of her hair with her good hand and roll her back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Once more Hilton climbs onto the ring ropes and catapults herself over the and into a back splash that lands perfectly on Valentina. Leaning back onto her opponent, Hilton grabs the leg nearest to her and makes the cover.

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...THRE-

Erica: Flawless senton right there, but Valentina still has too much fight in her! Crystal has to find a way to knock her out.

Lozano rolls her shoulder just before the three count and Hilton looks imploringly at Melinda Davis only for the referee to confirm the two count to her. Turning back to her opponent as she gets to her knees, Hilton takes hold of Lozano’s hair in one hand, pulling her head forward to meet her knee four times before Hilton drives her face first into the canvas with a facebuster. Hilton wastes no time at all in pulling Valentina to her feet with a handful of hair and sends her in for the ride, catching her on the way back with a snap powerslam that drives her into the canvas. Hilton holds her shoulder as she makes her way over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Turning to face her opponent, Hilton raises one fist in the air, getting a cheer from the crowd, the flashbulbs going off around the arena before she flies through the air and lands with a five star frog splash, crashing down perfectly onto Lozano’s body. Reaching down Hilton hooks her opponents leg to make the cover.

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...THRE--

Zack: Another near fall for the Hall of Famer. And Crystal is getting closer and closer and closer. She can damn near taste it right now!

Melinda Davis gets to two and nine-tenths before Lozano’s shoulder pops up from the mat, falling down limply after breaking the count. Crystal checks the count begging for the three from the official only to yet again have the two shown to her, Davis acting out what happened. Crystal cradles her head in disbelief as she gets up to her feet. Crystal watches patiently as Valentina slowly gets upright, stalking around behind her and locks her arms around her waist and goes to throw her over head with a German suplex. Valentina blocks the first attempt and throws an elbow backward, catching Hilton with a blow to the side of the head. A second elbow follows it before the Toronto native manages to separate the grip around her waist, keeping her opponents wrist trapped as she spins around. Yanking her forward by the injured arm, Lozano lifts Crystal up into a fireman’s carry before she flips her off her shoulders and onto the canvas. Still holding onto the arm, Lozano delivers a double leg drop - one leg either side of her arm - and uses the position to lock in a cross armbreaker and pulling back hard on the arm.

Zack: I think this will be it! Cross armbreaker applied, and Valentina is once again trying to detach her arm from the rest of her body!

Erica: You might be right, Zack. She’s been punishing it relentlessly, and somewhere Ignis is smiling as she watches her favorite hold being applied so expertly!

Crystal kicks her feet in agony on the mat, crying out in pain before refusing to tap, even as Valentina pulls back further on the already damaged arm. Crystal tries to reach the ring ropes, finding them out of reach she tries to move toward them only to make slow progress towards them. Giving up on trying to reach them, Hilton grits her teeth and with a grimace of pain she rolls into the hold, pushing upwards to her knees and then to her feet, forcing Lozano’s shoulders against the mat. Davis slides into position, checking the shoulders and makes the count.

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Zack: Crystal tried to turn the armbreaker into a rollup...and Lozano had to release the hold or get pinned right there!

Lozano releases the hold and rolls to her feet. Crystal charges forward, leaves her feet and looks to deliver a leaping DDT that would spike her into the mat only to get pushed off. As Hilton lands on her feet, Valentina charges forward and takes her down to the mat with a spear. Scurrying up Crystal’s body, Valentina gets into the mount position and starts to pepper Hilton’s head with right and left hands, landing a number of blows before Hilton manages to cover up, that only causes Lozano to grab hold of Crystal’s hair and starts trying to bounce her skill off the ring mat like she’s dribbling a basketball. Davis reprimands her for the handfuls of hair and orders her to allow Crystal back to her feet. Lozano glares at the official as she pulls Hilton upwards, keeping the handfuls of hair and brings her knees up into her face. before quickly yanking her opponent forward into a standing headscissors. Hooking both arms she lifts Crystal Hilton upwards and drives her straight down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a tiger bomb, keeping her stacked up as she makes the cover for the win.

Zack: TIGER BOMB!! LOZANO IS GONNA WIN THE FEMME FOR ALL!

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THREE!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!

Erica: NOT JUST YET!! Damn, that was close!!

Crystal kicks out with nothing to spare on the count that sees Lozano bounce up to her feet, looking furious with the referee for only showing the two count and begins to argue with Davis. As she continues the dispute with the referee the Torontonian presses her foot against Hilton’s face, grinding it back and forth like extinguishing a cigarette underneath her heel. Throwing her hands up in disgust at the referee’s decision Lozano finally steps off her foes face, scraping her boot as she does so. Walking around the ring, Valentina comes to her corner and waves Hilton to her feet, waiting till she’s almost vertical before she runs at her and jumps into the air, her feet pedalling, aiming at Crystal’s face only for Hilton to roll underneath the Priceless Kiss finisher. Hilton comes straight to her feet and as Valentina turns, the Michigan born wrestler hooks her head and drives her into the mat with the rolling cutter. Quickly Crystal dives on top of Lozano, hooking both her legs as she looks for the win.

One…

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...THREE!!!

Erica: HOLY COW, SHE DID IT!!

Davis calls for the bell as Hilton rolls away, holding her arm and breathing deeply before she begins to get to her feet as Cory makes the announcement to confirm the result.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall and the Winner of the Femme For All 2014! ...CRYSTAL HILTON!!!

Zack: Year after year, mile after mile, Crystal’s finally got her shot! Hilton is gonna challenge for the FFW Championship!

Erica: She fought like a beast for it, she deserves it! And now Valentina has earned a shot at the Evolution Championship as well! The title pictures, they are a’changing!

Melinda Davis helps Crystal Hilton to her feet, holding her hand aloft in victory before she heads for the corner, getting a rapturous response from the sold out AT&T Stadium. The camera catches Valentina Lozano roll out of the ring, holding her head as she heads up the aisle towards the back before going back to Crystal’s celebrations and finally cuts elsewhere in the arena.




This Is A Team?

We are next shown a clip from the recent sixteenth season finale of Future Shock where we are taken to the closing moments of the ladder match between the One Woman Show and Heafy United.

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Shaw met Elissa at the top of the ladder as the two began exchanging right hands at one another. Rapid fire punches connected for both, causing each to teeter for a moment before they corrected their balance and went back to punching again. The two made a final lunge up the ladder as they both grabbed the titles, their feet accidentally kicking the ladder out from under them as Shaw and Elissa dangled over the ring, both clutching the Season 16 Championship!

Zack: They kicked the ladder down...Shaw and Elissa...are hanging above the ring!!

Becka: These ladies are giving it everything they got to win this match.  Now it is a matter of who is going to look down and panic first.

The two women began to kick at one another, trying to knock the other woman down as they swung back and forth over the mat. Both of them had a tight grip on the titles each before Charlotte got back to her feet, jumping up and wrapping her arms around Elissa’s legs and hanging off them!

Zack: Charlotte trying to pull Elissa down, look at her pulling her feet up to add more weight!

Becka: This is where the fact that Mia is immobilized comes into play and Charlotte is determined to yank Elissa down.

Elissa tried to get her feet free before she finally lost her grip and collapsed to the canvas with Charlotte. She kicked Harker in the side of the head and quickly tried to reset the ladder before Shaw finally fell with the titles in her hand to the canvas!

Zack: Elissa didn’t make it in time…..SHAW GOT THE TITLES!!

Becka: Well now we will never hear the end of her gloating about she is the best wrestler for this season.  I think I will need to invest in some earplugs soon.

Cory: The winners of the match….and your Future Shock Season Sixteen Champions….THE ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!!

The boos throughout the Center were easily heard as Shaw clutched the titles to her chest, a smile forming on her face as Charlotte tried to get one for herself. O’Neill held both titles in her grasp as Fisk came into the ring to raise their hands in victory.

Zack: Shaw and Charlotte have won the season...and Shaw’s got both titles! The One Woman Show has made history tonight!

Becka: Of course, Shaw has both titles.  She is an egotistical maniac that thinks that everything has to be about her or it isn’t important to her.

The only one in the crowd who seemed to be happy was Kyle as he applauded both girls as he hopped over the barricade. He slid into the ring and helped Shaw to her feet, and Charlotte got up herself finally as he raised Shaw’s hand. Harker snatched one of the titles for herself as the girls raised their respective titles in the air.


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The show cuts back to the live broadcast, where we now find both members of the One Woman Show. Also joining them and standing behind the more verbose half of the team would her manager, Kyle Kilmeade, who looks quite pleased with himself.

Kyle: Some of you may not be the type to say “I told you so”, but luckily for you...I am the type. I am proud to present to you YOUR FUTURE SHOCK SEASON 16 CHAMPIONS...the most appropriately named team ever….the ONE WOMAN SHOW!

He runs his hands up and down along Shaw’s hip before he gives a subtle nod towards the other half of the team. Charlotte rolls her eyes at the nod of the mans head.

Shaw: He’s not alone. I stood here and I told you all a very long time ago that you’d see us in the finals. I was right. I told you before every challenge that I’d win and I was right. Every time I’ve told you I’m going to go out and do something.. I’ve done. Smart people would’ve have stopped questioning me right now. They’d have accepted it. They’d have worked out not to argue with me. They’d have learned that I am a naturally gifted talent; one of the best to have entered the doors of this company. Maybe, now, you’ll all start to believe the evidence of your own eyes. You’ve all just witnessed me making history. The woman who won EVERY challenge in her season of Future Shock and then overcame all the odds - including an experience gap - to reach up and claim the Future Shock titles and everything that comes with them.

Kyle: And Charlotte here gets a honorable mention. If it wasn’t for her body weight being what it was, she might not have been able to pull Elissa down. And that would have meant that Shaw here would have had to continue to be ingenious to all new levels in pulling down the Future Shock Season 16 Championships for herself. So Charlotte….good job there.

He gave her a thumbs up before he placed his hands on Shaw’s shoulders. Charlotte looks herself up and down, shaking her head at him.

Shaw: Yeah. Good job Charlotte. Yet again you played your role. You were the Indian that allowed your Chief to shine; that allowed the superstar; the season MVP to do her job - that allowed me to do what I do best and bring home the bacon in the form of the absolutely exquisite, wonderfully shiny Future Shock Champions and the Unity Tag Team Title shot that goes with it. In a couple of months we’ll make the most of that opportunity and you’ll all be sat there going “Damn, Shaw did it again. She said she’d be the Unity Champion and here is she, having won the match against the champions singlehandedly.” Because I am that amazingly good.

Kyle: True facts. I suspect 2015 is going to be an even bigger year for this woman. She’s already made history this fast. By the end of 2015, I wouldn’t be surprised to see tag titles and singles titles covering her waist. And Shaw here has my word that I will do everything in my power to ensure she gets as much spotlight as she deserves.

Voice: I’ll take that bet!

Kyle’s attention was diverted as the sight of Carson Black walked into the shot to stand alongside Charlotte.

Carson: I suspect you will do everything in your power to represent Miss O’Neill well. Just like I shall do for Miss Harker. How many champions do you represent again?

Kyle didn’t have a chance to answer before Carson cut him off.

Carson: Oh right, bad question. But speaking as someone who represents those Unity Champions...and the FFW Champion….and part of the Trios Champions….as well as quite a few others past and present...I’m sure you will do fine with your….representation.

The agent looked back to Charlotte.

Carson: Miss Harker, would you be so kind as to join me and we will go set up a photo shoot and some promotional work done that will benefit you?

Charlotte beams at her tag team partner and Kyle before turning towards Carson, nodding her head enthusiastically and giving him a double thumbs up. Shaw, for a moment at least, looks shocked and lost for words.

Shaw: You….and….You….You’re representing her?!

The brunette shakes her head.

Shaw: Well I guess when you get here too late to pick up the real talent, the actual driving force behind this history making team, it makes sense for you to vulture on the other half. Some people will do anything to cash in on a quick buck. It’s okay Charlotte. I’ll still be here for you when he throws you onto the scrap heap and you become just another name lost amongst all the other ‘talent’ he handles.

Carson smiles as he takes Charlotte by the arm gently and leads her away as Kyle gives the agent a pretty dirty look before he returns his attention to the woman in front of him. And from there, we cut elsewhere.

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After a highlight package featuring the rivalry between Wendy and Mika, we head back to the ring as the crowd awaits.

Mark: It began at Unstoppable with Mika catching a win on Wendy with the help of the ropes, and we’ll hopefully settle it once and for all tonight.

Mai: Wendy should just accept the fact that Mika is better and smarter than her. She also has a tighter ass. Wendy’s built like an ironing board.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and is a rematch from Unstoppable 5.

Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and comes from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back.

Cory: Introducing first, from Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!

She then parades down the entrance aisle, showing off for 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 and taunting the crowd. After soaking in the boos, she leaps back into the ring and faces her opposition across the ring.

Mark: Listening to Mika talk, I think defeating Wendy at Unstoppable is one of her crowning achievements. Can you imagine all the smack she’s gonna talk if she goes up 2 to nothing tonight?

Mai: I won’t have to imagine it, it’ll happen...and it’ll be glorious. I’m going to go out and buy some vodka later in celebration. I was going to buy it anyway, but I’ll dedicate it to her.

#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:And her opponent, 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: FFW’s Fan Favorite of the Year, Wendy said the fans sent her a message with that award. And the message was not to change a thing, so she’s looking to put down a woman who is her very antithesis.

Mai: She’s just jealous of Mika, Mark. She looks at her and sees nothing but envy in her thighs. As well as the rest of her.

Jennifer Stringer calls for the bell and the two women move out of their corner towards the middle of the ring. As Wendy goes for the tie up, Mika ducks underneath the attempt spins around and delivers a chopblock to the back of Wendy’s knee. The red head hits the canvas and immediately rolls back to her feet where she is met by a flurry of kicks to the midsection from the Russian. As Wendy doubles up from the repeated blows, Mika drops to one knee and explodes upwards with a European uppercut to the jaw that straightens Wendy up. As the American staggers backward a couple of steps Mika uses both hands to shove her roughly in the chest, sending her all the way into the ropes and as she bounces back to the middle of the ring Mika gets impressive elevation and sends Wendy down to the mat with the Hiptoss of Doom!

Mark: The ol’ Hiptoss of Doom, and that’s nothing more than trying to irritate Wendy and get her off her game.

Mai: Of course it is, but it’s also the biggest hiptoss in wrestling today. It has no equal. Other hiptosses watch this one to learn, Mark.

As soon as Wendy hits the mat, Mika heads for the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle as quick as a flash holding one fist in the air and causing the crowd to boo fiercely. Jumping back down to the canvas the Red Star takes off towards the Indianapolis native looking to take her down with a clothesline. Unfortunately she never gets a chance to deliver it as Wendy takes Mika’s feet out from under her with a drop toe hold. Wendy immediately goes to lock in the Banshee only for Mika to react as soon as she feels Wendy go for the submission hold, kicking and squirming out of her grasp and out of the ring.

Mark: Look at Wendy, going for the Banshee right out of the gate. But Mika knows it well, and she’s not going to be put into it this fast.

Mai: She tried to go for it with Wendigo too, but he also knew better. Though I think Mika is smarter than the average bear...especially ones from the Yukon.

Wendy moves away to the far side of the ring, keeping a watchful eye as Mika glares back at her from the outside, pacing back and forth on the outside before climbing the ring steps and entering through the ropes. Wendy moves to the middle of the ring as Mika joins her and this time the two lock up yet again, only for the former No Surrender Champion to transition the tie up into a side headlock, wrenching on Mika’s head as the blonde fires soft right hands into Wendy’s midriff before backing her into the ropes and shooting her off across the ring. As Wendy returns Mika drops her shoulder and looks for the back body drop only for Briese to slam on the brakes right in front of her and lock in a Muay Thai clinch. As soon as she has Mika in the hold, the red haired wrestler brings her knees up into her midsection.

Mai: Wendy with knee strikes to the body, I didn’t know Wendy was well versed in the martial arts.

Mark: If we start listing all the things you don’t know, we’ll be here a while.

As she releases the clinch, Wendy follows up the knees with a series of martial arts kicks, focusing firstly on Mika’s legs moving up her body to her abdomen. The Russian hit the mat and rolled to her front starting to push up to her feet as Wendy finished her attack with a roundhouse kick. As soon as Mika made it to her hands and knees her opponent wrapped her arms around her waist, yanking her upwards and into a gutwrench suplex. Yet again Mika rolls to her front and starts to rise only to get caught by Wendy who hooks both her head and her leg and flips her over with a Fisherman’s suplex that she bridges for the pinfall attempt.

One…

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...THR-

Mai: First near fall for Wendy, and as usual, it was a big pile of fail. Mika got out of the pin attempt.

Mika kicks out and gets to her knees, only for Wendy to already be back to her feet, taking two quick steps towards her foe and driving her knee into the Red Star’s jaw and following it with a quick spinning neckbreaker. Yet again Wendy makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so.

One…

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...THR-

Mark: Wendy with a beautiful spinning neckbreaker and another near fall on the Red Star.

Another kickout from Mika and once more the Russian rolls out of the ring and to her feet on the outside, holding her jaw with one hand as she slaps the ring apron in frustration with the other. Wendy takes the break as an opportunity to slightly adjust her ring gear as she stands in the neutral corner before waving her back into the ring. Shaking her head Mika paces the ringside area yet again and finally climbs the steps and enters through the ropes once more as Stringer reaches eight on the count. Wendy once more takes up a position in the middle of the ring and as Mika advances she rakes her fingers down Wendy’s face before jabbing her thumbs in both of Wendy’s eyes and forces her back into the corner and against the turnbuckle before releasing.

Mai: That’ll stop anyone, Mark. I don’t care how big you are. A thumb to the eyes will always do the trick. You ever been stuck in the eye?

Mark: No.

Mai: Turn this way, and take your glasses off.

Stringer reads her the riot act for targeting the eyes in that way, only for the official to get ignored by the Russian who instead fires off a volley of side kicks into the American’s midsection. Stringer orders Mika to let Wendy out of the corner and Demidov stops the barrage, stepping backwards for a moment only to immediately step forward once more and push her boot across the throat of the red head. Stringer starts the five count and Mika pushes the count right to it’s boundaries, almost daring Stringer to make the final five count before dropping her foot to the mat. Stringer issues her with a warning that Mika doesn’t stop to listen to as she pulls Wendy out of the corner and fires her across the ring to the opposite corner. As Briese hits the corner, Mika charges in behind her and squashes against the pads with a clothesline. Wendy staggers away from the turnbuckles towards the middle of the ring and gets driven into the mat with a running bulldog. Rolling Wendy over, Mika makes the cover and hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Mai: Bulldog and then a near fall for the Red Star!

Wendy kicks out of the pin, sitting up as she does so and Mika pushes her knee into the back of her opponents spine, grabbing hold of her wrists and pulls back on her arms as far as possible. The Indiana native grits her teeth as Stringer checks on her and starts to force her way up to her feet, spinning towards Mika who releases her arms and instead gets her in a waistlock, lifting her up and dropping her backwards with a flapjack that sends Wendy chest first into the top turnbuckle, sending her head first into the ring post. Briese lands on her feet and stumbles backward right into a German suplex from Mika Demidov. As Wendy begins to rise, Mika stalks around behind her, waiting for her to get to her feet before locking in a Full Nelson before flipping her over and dropping her on her head and shoulders with a suplex, bridging it for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: Mika with a nice suplex out of the full nelson, and she’s working on the body without question of the White Knight.

Mai: Not much there to work with. I’ve had ironing boards with more curves.

Wendy kicks out of the pinfall at two and three quarters and rolls onto all fours as Mika comes to her feet, jumping in the air and delivers a double foot stomp to Wendy’s back. Stepping off her back, Mika moves over to the ropes, stepping up onto the second rope and playing to the crowd who boo her loudly. Stepping down, the Russian turns back to Wendy and locks in a hammerlock as seems ready to go for an STO, only for Wendy to fire an elbow backwards at Mika’s head catching her once, twice, getting the break as she throws a third, the Russian pushing her away. As Wendy turns, Mika charges at her only to get caught with a deep arm drag from the American, sending her down to the canvas. Again Mika gets to her feet, only to get caught with another armdrag, Wendy holding on this time and locks in an armbar.

Mark: Wendy is definitely one of the best chain wrestlers I’ve seen, she knows how to follow up from one hold right into another.

Mai: It’s an armbar, it’s not like she just hit the Hiptoss of Doom! Now that is an impressive move!

Pushing up to her feet, Mika reaches out and grabs hold of the top rope as Wendy breaks the hold immediately. Demidov shakes out her arm, only for Wendy to grab hold of her wrist and send her in for the ride, meeting her on her return in the middle of the ring with a high knee to her face. As Mika reels backwards, Wendy sends her down to the mat and into a sitting position with a snapmare. Driving a kick into her back, Wendy then sets off to the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back with a rolling neckbreaker that snaps her opponents forward before causing her to fall back to the canvas. Her momentum brings Wendy to her feet and she keeps on running, hitting the ring ropes and into a baseball slide straight into the Russian’s midsection. As Demidov rises to her feet, Wendy hooks her head and drives her downwards with a jawbreaker. Briese stays on top of her opponent, not giving her a chance to breathe as she pulls her up to her feet and hoists her onto her shoulders before falling backwards into a Samoan drop. Quickly Mika rolls to her front to prevent the pinning combination and Wendy takes full advantage, kneeling on her lower back before hooking her legs and head and rolling backwards into a bow and arrow stretch hold.

Mai: Not a fun way to spend a Saturday night here, Mika’s being stretched!

Mark: Part of the problem is there aren’t too many ways out of this hold, Mika’s gonna have to figure something out...or fold up her tent and call it a night.

Stringer checks to see if Mika wishes to quit and gets a ‘No’ from the Russian wrestler only for Wendy to further push upwards with her knees while pulling back on her head and legs. Still Mika refuses to quit and finally Wendy finds herself unable to keep the hold applied as she pushes Mika off and to the canvas. Wendy rolls out to the apron, stands and heads for the corner, climbing to the top. She waits for Demidov to get to her feet and leaps off catching her with a hurricanrana that sends her down to the canvas. Demidov sits up and Briese applies a double chickenwing submission hold on her.  Slowly Mika pushes up to her feet, Wendy rising with her and as Mika reaches with her legs for the ropes, Briese hurls her through the air with the Tiger suplex and bridges for the pin.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: You could hear and feel the impact off that tiger suplex, and Wendy damn near had it right there!

Mai: Oh please, Mika was just lulling her into a false sense of security.

Mark: I’d say it’s more a genuine sense at this point.

Mika manages to kick out of the pinfall and once more rolls out of the ring and too her feet. This time though Wendy gives her no respite, slingshotting herself over the top rope and into a crossbody that takes Demidov down to the floor. Wendy recovers first, bringing Demidov to her feet and rolls her back into the ring, following in behind her. As Mika pushes up onto all fours, Wendy springboards off the middle rope and connects with a leg drop across her neck. Quickly Wendy transitions through from the leg drop and into a crippler crossface submission hold. Stringer drops down and checks on Demidov as Wendy pulls back further on her head. Mika refuses to submit despite the pain she’s being subjected to by her foe, twisting and pivoting as she moves herself around in a circle and once more manages to kick out a foot and hook it over the bottom rope.

Mark: Wendy is hellbent on making Mika submit here tonight, but the Red Star is just not having it!

Mai: That’s because Mika is a superior wrestler to Wendy. Didn’t you watch Unstoppable?

Stringer advises Wendy of the development and asks for the break, getting it immediately. Mika pulls herself using the ring ropes, holding her left arm against her side as she rubs her neck in pain. As she gets to her feet, Wendy fires off a kick into Mika’s midriff and hooks her head as she looks to deliver a swinging DDT only to be pushed away as Mika blocks by grabbing hold of the ring ropes and pushes her foe away from her. As Wendy turns, Mika leaves her feet and hits an enzugiri to the back of her head. Briese looks a little unsteady on her feet following to the shot to the back of her head, trying to keep her feet underneath which only serves to let Mika grab hold of her hair and drive her face first to the canvas with a hair pull slam. Wendy pushes up to her knees and gets a piston kick into her face for her trouble, rocking her back on her haunches. Instinctively Wendy tries to push to her feet, getting vertical only to be knocked over as Mika springboards off the bottom rope and into an upside down spear. Quickly Mika hooks Wendy’s leg for the cover and Stringer dives into position to make the count.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Mark: I...I thought that was it!! I’ve never seen anyone hit a spear like that, and I’m sure Wendy hasn’t either!

Mai: That should have been three! Lousy American referees!

Wendy kicks out of the pinfall a moment before Stringer finishes the three count and the official shows the two count to Mika; the Russian giving the referee a death glare as she asks for the three, only to get the two confirmed once more. Once more Mika shakes her head as she drags Wendy up to her feet, into a hammerlock and immediately slams her back to the ring mat with the Golden Buster standing hammerlock STO. Mika immediately goes for the cover once more, again hooking the leg.

Mark: That’ll do it!! That’ll do it right there!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: Why isn’t she counting faster?! Is she a Briese loyalist? I’m sick to death of all this bias!

Wendy rolls the shoulder a heartbeat before Stringer’s hand hits the mat for the three count and the FFW official immediately waves away the count, confirming the two count to the crowd, the timekeeper and then to the wrestlers involved. Mika’s eyes go wide, slamming her fists into the mat and glares at Jennifer Stringer. As she gets back to her feet, the Russian advances on the official telling her that it had to be a three count only for the referee to confirm it was just a two count. Pushing Stringer backwards she throws up her hands in disgust, ignoring the referee’s threats to disqualify her as she goes back towards Wendy. Pulling the red head to her feet, Mika sets her up for the Do Svidanya, telling Stringer that the count goes one, two, three as she holds Wendy in the side Russian leg sweep position and just as she is ready to hit the move, Briese ducks out of the move and ghosts behind Mika shoving her forward as Stringer smartly steps out of the way. As Mika turns Wendy explodes with a Sparkstarter superkick that catches the blonde on the jaw and sees Wendy collapse to all fours. Mika stays on her feet for a moment, blinking in shock then finally falls backward. Finally Wendy crawls forward, throwing her arm over Mika’s chest. Stringer drops for the cover.

Mark: Mika got her jaw jacked with the Sparkstarter...game over!!

One…

Two…

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

Mai: Ha! Mika isn’t done yet!! I’m going to buy two bottles of vodka in her honor now!

Mika rolls her shoulder and Wendy nods in acceptance of the two count as she pulls her opponent up to her feet, hooking her head and lifting her vertically upwards before dropping her face forward into the canvas with a falcon arrow. Quickly Wendy gets up to her feet and heads to the corner, climbing to the top rope and leaps off crashing down onto Mika with a perfect frog splash. Wendy hooks the leg once more as she makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-!!

Mark: Another near fall, and Mika still gets her shoulder up! Like her or not, she is damn sure one of the most resilient women I’ve ever seen.

In the nick of time Mika rolls the shoulder and Wendy runs a hand through her hair in shock. Wendy pulls Mika up from the mat to her feet, only for Mika to drop back down to her knees on the canvas. Once more Wendy pulls her upwards, into a standing headscissors and this time she manages to double underhook her arms. Taking a moment and a deep breath Wendy quickly yanks the Russian off her feet and drops her down onto her head and shoulders with the Tiger Driver ‘91. Mika folds up and Wendy makes sure she stays stacked with her legs over her shoulders as she makes the pin.

Mark: HOOK ECHO!!!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

Mai: FAST COUNT!! THAT WAS A FAST COUNT!!

Mark: It was not, shut up!

Stringer helps Wendy to her feet as the red head falls back into the ring ropes and the referee raises her hand in the air.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall...WENDY BRIESE!!!

Mark: And now the series is tied at one a piece! And I gotta tell you, I’d love to see the tiebreaker with these two!

Mai: If they do, they should let me officiate it.

Wendy climbs to the middle turnbuckle, holding her hands aloft and celebrating her victory to the loud cheering of the crowd before the show cuts elsewhere.



All About Sudden Impact

Next we find none other than Cody Kincaid as he maneuvers through the corridors of the stadium till he finds exactly who he is looking for, that being the blonde songstress that is Kinsey DeCaro. She is joined by her partners in Sudden Impact, that being the Unity Champions Serafina and Claire.

Cody: Ahh, just who I was looking for...and her partners. Kinsey, I got something to talk with you about. Claire...Serafina….always good to see you both. And I know I said it at Breakdown, but job well done with Ignis that night! Enjoyed it immensely, well worth a bruised head and a little spit in my face.

Serafina: Thank you Mr. Kincaid. I’m sorry you had to get the bruised head and the spitting thing was just disgusting. But at least finally got what she had coming to her after all these months of being….of acting like a crazed individual and thinking the rules didn’t apply to her.

Cody: Absolutely. I enjoyed it immensely, and would do it all over again. Claire, good luck in Future Shock next month. You got the most stacked cast I’ve seen against you.

Claire nods her head in agreement.

Claire: Tell me about it. Rising stars, one of the most dominant FFW Champions of all time, a woman on a hot streak at the moment. Throw in the challenges that are gonna take me out of my comfort zone and yeah….really tough competition coming up. But I know I can turn to Lilly and Serafina, two season winners, for advice when I need it. Beyond that, I’ll just take it one week, one challenge at a time and see how far I can go. Should be a pretty wild ride when Future Shock All Stars starts on January 13th.

The COO nodded in agreement before he finally addressed Kinsey.

Cody: As for you, what I wanted to let you know was that I’m going to be placing you into a number one contender match to challenge for the Evolution Championship. I know you had shot when Eileen was champion, but we’ve changed champions twice since then and I honestly feel like you deserve another crack at getting a shot at it in the new year. How’s that sound?

The blonde singer nods.

Kinsey: That sounds great. The Elimination Chamber was a massive learning experience for me and then going up against Eileen one on one, one of the most dominant Evolution Champions in recent times...I think I gave a pretty good account of myself. Even though I came up short both times. Sometimes that happens and you’ve gotta get back on that horse. Thank you for continuing to have faith in me, Mr. Kincaid. Thank you for giving me a chance to get another shot at the Evolution Championship. I’ll be ready to take it with both hands no matter who I might be facing.

Cody: Well that’s exactly it. Right now, I have one woman who is owed a rematch for the title. And that’s Samara. So what I’m going to do is put you in against her one on one. And if you win, you’ll get a guaranteed shot as well and we’ll make it a triple threat for the title at Chaos Theory. But obviously Samara is going to be hellbent on making sure it stays one on one that night.

Kinsey: I know, that’s going to make this matchup even tougher. Samara’s a fierce competitor when there’s nothing but a notch in the win column at stake. She never pulls a punch and certainly puts absolutely every ounce of her strength into each and everyone; it’s like getting hit by an iron bar - she tries to put you down for the count with every single blow she throws. I’m going to have to make sure that I don’t get tagged with too many of those. Oh and if that strength isn’t impressive enough, she’s crazy tough. She’s not one to throw in the towel, ever, no matter what. So when I get in that ring, I’m going to have to match her intensity and then I’m going to have to find a way to stop her in her tracks and pull out the victory.

Cody: Something to look forward to in 2015, and I’m sure you both will put on one hell of a performance. Good luck.

And on that, we cut elsewhere.


Tsunami Out

The show goes to the video wall, where we see Jake Chandler sitting on the sofa in his apartment. He is shown looking down at a paper in his hand, almost staring through it before he sets it aside and looks to the camera. And back to the paper once more and then to the camera.

Jake: I won’t take up much of your time tonight, I know there’s a huge event and all going on and you guys are anxious for the show to keep going. But I just…..I asked to tell you guys something, and I’m not sure how to do it.

He paused again, looking off to the side at something before he took a long breath and addressed the camera again.

Jake: I found out earlier today that someone you all love….myself included...is going away for a while. And I am talking about Eileen Amaro. For those of you who weren’t aware, she and I dated for almost a year now, and that was a dream come true for me. But….in recent weeks, Eileen...lost touch with herself, so to speak. She felt like she lost her way, and she decided….

He paused again, rubbing his fingers along the bridge of his nose.

Jake: She decided she needed to find herself, but she couldn’t do that here. She had to go away for a while. I don’t know where she’s going really or when...or if she will be back honestly. SHe didn’t tell me, I don’t think she knows. But for however long it takes, she has chosen to discontinue her career and go out and find herself. Alone.

His eyes fell back to the paper on the sofa beside him before he rubbed his hand over his eyes briefly.

Jake: She wanted me to tell all of you, her fans….that she loves you. That she appreciates all the support you’ve shown her over the years. And you will always be special to her. She couldn’t forget what all you have done to show her your support, and she…...loves you for it.

His voice began quivering at this point, a clear lump in it.

Jake: And that if you never see her again, she wanted to make sure you knew how she felt. She wanted you to know what it all meant to her.

His face began to redden as he was obviously trying to keep from losing his composure, his fingers rubbing his eyes again.

Jake: I don’t know if she’ll come back. That’s up to her, I just know that I’m pretty sure I can speak for all of you when I say she’s going to be missed….and I can’t put accurately into words how much. Goodbye, Eily….

He reaches forward and turns off the camera before the video wall goes to black as the stunned crowd begins a chant. Before it cuts, it sounds as though he was about to break down.

“THANK YOU EILEEN!” CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP “THANK YOU EILEEN” CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

“THANK YOU EILEEN!”

“THANK YOU EILEEN!”

Mark: They are saying it for me.

On that, we fade to a commercial for Chaos Theory.
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The show heads back into the arena as we see the main event is next, per the graphic on the video wall as Cory Kincaid enters the ring.

Zack: This is what they all came to see! For the first time in over three years since joining FFW, Tara Thunder gets her shot at the FFW Championship!

Erica: Long overdue too, but we’ll find out tonight if it was worth waiting three years to find out. Go ahead, Cory!

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Championship!

"Thunderstruck" starts playing and along with the starting riff out walks Tara Thunder dressed up in a pink and black combination there she stands at the top of the ramp as the crowd resents the usual sing along chanting to "Thunder!" resorting to boos and jeers at her.  Entrance way goes dark she walks to the ramp way the lights in the arena flash like a lightning during a thunderstorm and light back up before she heads rushing towards towards ringside refusing to slap hands of the fans then she jumps on the apron letting the pyro explosions go off around the ring before flipping herself over the top rope. Once in the ring she takes of her pink jacket, flicks her long curly hair back swinging her curvy body a bit doing some hits and kicks as the music dies down.

Cory: Introducing first, the challenger hails from Amsterdam in the Netherlands. This is…..TARA THUNDER!!!

Zack: Tara’s got her game face on, but that’s nothing new for her. Tonight is her opportunity to put the biggest accomplishment possible on her FFW resume, and become the FFW Champion in this first ever meeting with Scarlett!

Erica: It won’t be easy for either of them to walk away victorious, but we’ll find out tonight who wants it more!

The lights go out  as Into The Sun by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die replaced only by a bright white spotlight shines down onto the middle of the entrance ramp where Scarlett Kincaid is stood with the FFW Championship fastened around her waist. As the first verse is sung, She stands there, head down, breathing deep and composing herself as she is joined by her husband, Cody Kincaid. As it finishes she 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.

As she gets to the ring she pulls Cody in close, wrapping her arms around him she presses a long lingering, passionate kiss to his lips, whispering something in his ear before letting him go. Turning back to the ring she climbs onto the apron and stands in the middle of the ropes. Pausing for a couple of seconds to take a deep breath she looks to her left and right, grabs the top rope and catapults herself into the ring, landing on her feet she charges to the opposite corner she leaps to the top, unhooking the title belt from around her middle, holding it aloft to a loud ovation from the crowd. 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 hands the title to the assigned official before dropping onto her feet, kissing two of her fingertips she presses the kiss against two small sets of initials - EK & EGD - embroidered on her ring gear at her hips.

Cory: Standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 123lbs and hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Please welcome, accompanied to the ring by Cody Kincaid…. She is the reigning and defending 4 time FFW Champion…...SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

Zack: The first ever four time FFW Champion, the only one in history, Scarlett Kincaid is arguably one of the biggest stars FFW ever made. And her success is testament of that.

Erica: Hall of Fame, only 4 time FFW Champion, you name it, she’s probably done it! But she’s also never faced Tara, and both of these girls are going to have to put on the best performance of their careers tonight if they want to leave with the title.

Referee Jennifer Stringer takes the title from Scarlett and raises it into the air before she calls for the bell to start the match after handing it to Cory. Both women stare across at one another briefly as Tara’s eyes follow the route of the title back to the table and then back to the champion before they meet in the center of the ring. Scarlett and Tara stare into each other’s eyes as the crowd gets louder in anticipation. They each look around at the fans for a moment before Tara surprises the champion with a short knee to the ribs followed by two more. A couple straight right hands find the mark on her head before Tara begins to drive her back with forearms to the head. She pushes her back into the corner before she lowers her head and starts to drive shoulder blocks into her ribs. Three in a row connect before she lays in a pair of European uppercuts. The challenger takes her hand and whips her across to the far corner, where Scarlett collides chest first into the turnbuckle before Tara comes in behind her with a splash to crush her against the corner again! Kincaid stumbles out backwards as Tara climbs up to the second turnbuckle from the inside to deliver a flying clothesline to take the champion down.

Zack: Tara is staying right on top of Scarlett here, and that’s a great strategy. She wants to smother any chance of offense if she can on her way to becoming FFW Champion.

Erica: She’s being very methodical, not taking many risks or anything of that nature. I’d wager the first one to make a big mistake might be the one who loses this match.

As Scarlett tried to sit up, Tara bounced the back of her head off the mat and began to maul her with elbow strikes to the head. The blonde rolls her to her stomach and continues the elbow strikes into the champion’s back before she gets back to her feet. Tara bounces off the near side and drops a knee into her lower back as well before she pulls her to her feet. Kincaid clutches her lower back in pain as Tara moves around behind her, and applies an abdominal stretch. Scarlett’s body is contorted to the right as Tara makes a fist with her free hand and delivers a clubbing blow to her ribs and then another. Stringer moves into position and asks if the champion wants to submit, but gets a negative answer.

Erica: Looks like Tara is looking for her version of the cloverleaf with all the punishment she’s directed onto Scarlett’s back and ribs.

Zack: I seriously doubt Kincaid would give up in this hold, but that’s not the purpose. It’s to soften her up for the move you just mentioned, and she’s doing an outstanding job of it.

Tara began to wrench back on the hold, and once again started to hammer clubbing shots to her body as well. The champion’s face was in obvious pain as Tara measured for another strike, driving the fist into Scarlett’s body as Kincaid shouted in pain. Thunder released the hold, instead countering into a scoop and then using a powerslam to drive the champion into the mat. The fans were none too enthusiastic about it as Tara pulled Scarlett back up, administering a standing vertical suplex to drive Scarlett back into the mat again. She quickly floated across and hooked the leg for a cover before Stringer moved into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett’s shoulder came up at two as Tara got back to her feet. The former No Surrender Champion got back to her feet, moving around to grab Scarlett’s legs. She stepped through to go for the Sharpshooter, but as she turned, Scarlett got a foot free and shot Tara into the ropes. Thunder went chest first into the ring ropes. And as she turned back around to face her, Scarlett managed to get back to her feet and began to fire right hands rapid-fire to the side of her head. It stunned Tara backwards as Kincaid brought her knee up to deliver a blow to Tara’s head that leaned her back against the ropes. And before she had a chance to react, Scarlett sent her over the top rope with a standing dropkick. Tara hit the apron and then landed on the floor at ringside.

Zack: Tara went for the cloverleaf, and Scarlett had it well scouted and managed to avoid it. Not to mention finally start opening up some offense of her own.

Erica: No kidding, Tara’s been all over Scarlett since the bell! But landing on the floor like that isn’t going to help her much as this match goes forward.

Scarlett sat on her knees, favoring her lower back in pain as she noticed Tara starting to get back up to her feet at ringside. The champion got back to her feet and took off for the far side, rebounding and delivering a baseball slide into Tara’s chest that put her right back on the floor again. Kincaid rolled out under the bottom rope, crouching in the corner near the turnbuckle as once again she was clearly favoring her back. Tara started to get back to her feet again as Scarlett stood up and took off down the apron, delivering a seated senton that flattened the challenger to the floor before Kincaid began to unload with more right hands to the head. And this brought the crowd back into the match as well!

Zack: You can tell her back is bothering her, but Kincaid throwing a little caution to the wind! And Tara’s definitely on the defensive right now, the FFW Champion is coming to life!

Erica: Scarlett’s finally got her offense going, but she’d rather beat her in the ring. The referee is counting them both down right now.

Scarlett got back to her feet slowly, pulling Tara up and rolling her back into the ring under the bottom rope. The champion slid in after her before she got to her feet and measured a precise elbow right to her chest when she tried to sit up. Kincaid sat the challenger up and moved around behind her before using a low dropkick to her back before she rolled to her feet and delivered a shining wizard to her head! Tara dropped back to the mat as Scarlett covered her before the referee got into position.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Tara’s arm came up before the three as Scarlett got back to her feet, pain still clear on her face as a result of the earlier punishment she’d received. She pulled Tara back up to her feet, and put her right back on the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep.

Zack: Second near fall of the match right there, and that shining wizard had to have put Tara’s equilibrium out of whack!

Erica: Any time you get kicked in the head like that, you can bet that will happen. You can see that Scarlett’s plan starting to unfold. She’s going for a knockout.

She rose back to her feet, and set Tara into position to deliver a wheelbarrow suplex onto the challenger. Scarlett got back up again, moving to the near side ropes before she used the middle for a springboard into a double knee drop into Tara’s body. It doubled the challenger in half as Scarlett started trying to rally the fans. She pulled the challenger back up to her feet, locking in a front facelock. She hoisted her up into a vertical suplex, but Tara wiggled free and landed behind her. And before the champion could turn, Tara snapped her arms around her waist and launched her with a release German suplex. Scarlett shouted in pain as her back and ribs struck the mat!

Erica: Tara countered out of one suplex and hit another! Scarlett’s back is getting abused yet again during this match.

Zack: No kidding! You could hear the champion shout as soon as her back struck the mat off that German suplex.

Tara sat up, showing some of the signs of wear she’d received already in the match. Kincaid rolled to her stomach as Tara got up, driving her boot into her lower back and planting it there before she leaned down and grabbed her wrists into a surfboard submission. She started to pull upwards on her arms as her foot stayed pressed into her back. Scarlett grimaced in pain as Stringer got into position, asking for the submission.

Zack: A surfboard stretch with Tara continuing her laser-like focus on Scarlett’s back.

Erica: This isn’t a fun way to spend an evening, I can assure you. The champion’s spine and ribs are being punished to no end by Tara.

Tara continued to pull back on her arms, while the referee continued to ask for the submission. Kincaid shook her head in disagreement to that as Tara told her to quit as she continued to add more pressure. Scarlett managed to kick her feet and have one of them land on the bottom rope behind her. Stringer immediately saw it and called for the break. Tara looked back to see her foot and kicked it off the ropes, not releasing the hold before Kincaid kicked it across again. The referee started counting her down and she finally released on four, dropping an elbow into the champion’s back immediately after doing so.

Erica: No way she saw it back there, but luck was on Scarlett’s side when her foot accidentally found the bottom rope.

Zack: Either luck or ring awareness, take your pick. In any event, the hold is broken but we still have Tara standing tall right now.

Tara pulled the champion back to her feet from behind, applying a rear waistlock. And she quickly snapped off another German suplex, but this time, she bridged it into a pin attempt. Stringer fell into position immediately.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett got her shoulder up before the three as Tara rolled through and back to her feet with the champion still locked into the waistlock. She went for another German suplex, but Scarlett grabbed the top rope. Tara tried to jerk her free of it, but Kincaid wouldn’t let go. Tara released the hold, only to get a mule kick in the stomach from Kincaid. The champion spun around and dropped her with a discus clothesline! But it didn’t keep Tara down long as the challenger started back to her feet. Kincaid grabbed her back till she noticed her starting to move again, and drove a knee into her head. It staggered Thunder before the champion put her head between her legs and delivered a package piledriver!

Erica: A package piledriver!! Can’t remember ever seeing that from Scarlett before, and Tara may be out cold!

Kincaid floated across and hooked the leg for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Tara’s arm shot up just before the three as Scarlett sat up on her knees. Once more, her back was still clearly hurting her, judging by the expression on her face. Kincaid got back to her feet and used the middle rope for a springboard into a moonsault that caught Tara flush. The fans came to life again as the redhead headed for the top rope. She wasted no time as soon as she got up there and launched herself into a frog splash!

Zack: FROG SPLASH OFF THE TOP! SHE GOT EVERY BIT OF IT TOO!!

Erica: I told you she was going for a knockout, and that’ll be one way to do it!

Stringer dove into position for the cover as Scarlett hooked the leg.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Tara’s shoulder came up at three, much to the chagrin of the fans watching before Scarlett started back to her feet. The champion pulled Tara back up, locking her head under one arm and looking as though she were going for the double knee facebreaker. But Tara shoved her back into the ropes, and as the champion bounced towards her, she got caught with a spinebuster! Scarlett shouted in pain on impact as Tara leaned forward on her knees, trying to get herself together.

Zack: One hell of a spinebuster, and Tara’s grounded the champion again!

Erica: Even on defense, all that Tara does is focus on her back! And if she can follow this up, we may be about to crown a brand new FFW Champion in just a few moments, Zack.

Tara started back to her feet, moving towards the champion as she pulled her back up as well. Thunder scooped Scarlett onto her shoulders into a torture rack briefly before she fell backwards onto the mat with her. The redhead’s face contorted in pain on impact as Tara got back to her feet. She grabbed Kincaid’s feet and went for the Sharpshooter again, but the champion grabbed the ropes with both hands. Thunder tried to jerk her free of the ropes, but Kincaid had a death grip on them.

Erica: Scarlett has been watching a lot of Tara footage, because she’s had that cloverleaf scouted to perfection!

Zack: She knew then and even better now that if Tara gets that hold in, she won’t let go and that will spell the end of her fourth title reign!

Tara released her feet and drove an elbow into Scarlett’s body as she held onto the ropes, causing her to let go and clutch her ribs instead. She pulled the champion to her feet and hoisted her up before drilling her with the Michinoku Driver! Kincaid collapsed to the canvas as Tara floated across and hooked her leg for the cover. Stringer immediately dove into position to make the count.

Erica: Right on top of her head! Scarlett’s out!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!!!

Scarlett’s arm came up just before three as Tara looked up to the referee, who insisted it was just two. The challenger looked none too enthusiastic about that as she slowly got back to her feet.

Zack: Scarlett got the shoulder up somehow, and this has been one of the most hard hitting and punishing FFW Championship matches I’ve seen!

Erica: Every match with Tara is like that, she’s methodical as she dissects your body and I’m sure Scarlett would agree with that right about now.

Tara delivered a few stomps to Scarlett’s body before she headed for the corner. She measured and dropped an elbow into her chest and doubled back, climbing up to the top rope. Thunder launched herself off the top rope with a diving headbutt, but the champion rolled out of the way, causing Tara to faceplant instead! Both women lay on the canvas as the referee began her mandatory ten count.

Erica: I think Tara was aiming that diving headbutt to the body, but Scarlett moved and she got a face full of the mat instead!

Zack: And both women are down, neither one of them are getting up that fast because they have literally taken the measure of each other.

Scarlett began to stir first as Tara held her head with her hands. The champion started moving towards the ropes, using them to help her get back to her feet. With her back still in considerable pain, it slowed her movements a bit as she moved towards the challenger. Tara started back to her feet and hammered a pair of right hands into Scarlett’s abdomen when she pulled her up. She grabbed her head and hit a jawbreaker that sent the champion stumbling backwards. Thunder got back to her feet and went for a short clothesline. But Scarlett ducked underneath it, and came up behind her!

Erica: Jawbreaker, and Tara missed the clothesline!

As Tara turned back around, Scarlett grabbed her head and delivered the double knee facebreaker! And the fans erupted!

Zack: SCARLETT FEVER!!!

Kincaid quickly covered her, hooking both legs this time before the referee dove into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Stringer called for the bell as Scarlett collapsed onto her back on the canvas. The fans roared in approval as the referee raised the redhead’s hand as she tried to sit up.

Erica: She was looking for a knockout all night, and she found it! Scarlett has defeated Tara Thunder in front of over 100,000 people!

Cory: Your winner of the match….and STILL FFW CHAMPION…...SCARLETT KINCAID!!

Zack: They beat the holy hell out of each other, both of them came within centimeters of victory, but the champion wouldn’t be refused it tonight! Scarlett snatched victory from the jaws of defeat!

Scarlett finally made it back to her feet as the referee handed her the title back. The redhead raised it above her head to the delight of the fans, causing a small but exhausted smile to cross her face.

Erica: She knows she’s been through one hell of a fight! You can see it written all over her body. But she’ll sleep better knowing she’s leaving with the FFW Championship!

Zack: That she will, and what a way to close out 2014! Ladies and gentlemen, the most successful year in FFW history has come to an end, and I can’t wait to see what 2015 has awaiting! Congratulations to Scarlett, and thank you for joining us here tonight at Anarchy! We’ll see you at When Worlds Collide! Good night from Dallas!

As Scarlett’s music played, she clutched the title to her chest as she took in the fan adoration. And with that, Anarchy faded off the air.

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