FFW Relentless - May 30, 2015

[Adam Grant]

All Artwork by Rodzilla Productions

Femme Fatale Wrestling
Presents
A Shooting Star Production
FFW Relentless 2015
Live from the Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana!
May 30, 2015


The FFW logo is shown with the world rotating behind it before we see a video package highlighting the entire rivalry between Cody and Isabella, dating back to Unstoppable 5 when she was named the Ultraviolence Commissioner. From there, we see the meddling she’s done as well as some of the interactions they’ve had, including her assaulting him inside a cage and the making of the main event at Chaos Theory. Then highlights from some of the matches between the participants are shown before we are next shown clips related to the other championship matches on the card. And on that, we cut inside the arena and find Cody Kincaid sitting on a chair inside the ring as the crowd shows him their support.

Cody: Tonight is the night, isn’t it? Tonight is the night that determines the future of this company, what path it travels, and how it gets there. And tonight’s the night that I may not be here after the show is over.

That brings a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Cody: I’ve said more than once I made a mistake in letting this match happen, it was my fault. And something that, in hindsight, I probably wouldn’t do again if I could rewind the clock and do it all over again. And I’ve already said how much faith I have in my team. Scarlett, Wendy, Caroline, Kate, and Jo…. five of the very best in the world, as far as I’m concerned. Their support means more to me than I can put into words accurately. They know that, I’ve said it on television and told each of them personally and in private. But tonight with the most important match in FFW later tonight that determines my future, I have one more message I need to deliver to the most important people associated with FFW. The people behind the scenes...and you. Each one of you here tonight and watching around the world.

He looks down to the mat for a moment as he crowd continues to show their support for the COO.

Cody: Thank you. I wish I could say it to everyone personally. I can’t tell you how important you are. From the guys who put together this ring every show….who hang the lights….who make sure everything works perfectly on every front in FFW, guys like Adam, ….and to each of you watching who have supported me from day one…..thank you. None of this could be possible without each of you, and there’s no question in my mind of how vital each of you are to the future of this company. I appreciate you all. Every one of you has contributed to the fabric of FFW, and if you remember nothing else about me, just remember that I never forgot you and will be eternally grateful to you for everything you’ve made possible.

He looks away from the camera for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Cody: If tonight is my last night in FFW….If tonight marks the end of me devoting my life to this career……..if tonight is the final time I get to be in front of you……

Cody rubs his face, taking another deep breath.

Cody: Then it’s been the greatest experience of my life. It’s been the most rewarding and frustrating and surprising and amazing and brilliant experience I could ever have imagined. I’ve had this job longer than anything else in my life, before my marriage even. It’s been the one constant that has been there since the first day five years ago. I’ve made some great friends here, met people I would have never gotten to meet as a result of this job, and created memories that will be carried with me for the rest of my life. And if tonight…….if tonight is my last night…

A few stray tears begin to slide down his face. He quickly wipes them away with his hand.

Cody: I’ll miss it, and you. Thank you for everything you’ve made possible, you changed my life. And my biggest wish….if tonight is my last night….is that I made yours just half as good as you made mine. Th...thank you.

Cody put his microphone down on the mat as the fans began to get louder in their support of him. A smile formed on his face as the tears came from his eyes. The camera zoomed in on his face as the fans chanted his name before we cut to the opening video for Relentless, featuring “Remedy” by Seether as the theme.

As the video concludes, we go back into the arena as we see the pyrotechnics explode from the stage and throughout the arena as “Remedy” blares through the PA system. The live crowd roars as the camera pans the arena, showing the set for Relentless and through the audience.

Mark: With the heartfelt words of Cody Kincaid still resonating in our minds and on a night that will chart the path for FFW for the future, welcome to what may be the most important night in FFW history! You are looking live at 16,296 fans who have sold out the Smoothie King Center here in the Big Easy of New Orleans, Louisiana! Welcome to FFW’s 2015 edition of Relentless!

Zack: This promises to be a night we’ll never forget, Mark. With three championship matches and the biggest match in FFW history as our main event, I fully expect tonight to be an emotional rollercoaster! And---




The opening electronic sounds of Phoenix’s “Trying to Be Cool” sounds through the arena and the crowd boos. As the song starts with it’s beat echoing through the arena, Desirae Kain steps out from the back to even more boos than her song got. She shakes her head at the reaction she’s gotten and slowly makes her way down the ramp to the ring.

Mark: Since the 2 out of 3 falls match isn’t on my format as the first match, I guess we know what this will be!

Cory: The following is the Desirae Kain Open Challenge. And now making her way to the ring, from Eze, France……Desirae Kain!

Desirae slowly walks up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. She leaps over the ropes, lands on her feet and holds her arms out to boos from the crowd. Shaking her head, she slowly backs into her corner as the referee checks her for any foreign objects.

Mark: Desirae Kain has been having these ridiculous Open Challenges for the last few weeks, and when she has a 2 out of 3 falls match later tonight, this is even more ridiculous.

Zack: To hear her tell it, she’s undefeated in these challenges thus far. She won on a time limit in the first one against Mallory Bennett, and then cheated to no end to put away Riley Riot just this past Tuesday night at Future Shock.

Desirae warms up in the corner, waving towards the back as Cory looks back to the ramp too. Referee Kevin Fisk comes to the ring, shaking his head as he gets inside. Cory asks him if he knows who it is, but the referee shrugs his shoulders.

Zack: Cory nor the referee know who’s taking up the challenge this round, but I assume we are about to find out.

A soft piano is heard as the spotlights atop the main stage turn to yellow and blue, and the funky beats of "Mas Que Nada" by the Black Eyed Peas hit the PA system. The Brazilian knockout Bianca Salvador comes out from the back, pumping her arm and strutting, kind of dancing, to the rhythm of the music. Desirae immediately begins shaking her head, pointing to Bianca and telling him that’s not a rookie.

Mark: Well well well….SVW’s Typhoon has taken up the challenge! And Desirae’s right, that’s no rookie!

Cory: And taking up the challenge…..from Future Shock Season 19…..’THE TYPHOON’ BIANCA SALVADOR!!

Zack: Kain wants nothing to do with her either! Bianca’s no rookie, but she’s part of Season 19, and meets all of Kain’s criteria!

Mark: Too damn bad then, Bianca Salvador is hardly a green wrestler, and Desirae’s just stepped in it!

Fisk calls for the bell as Desirae continues to complain to him, telling him that she wasn’t taking the challenge with Bianca. The Typhoon rolls her up from behind into a small package as the fans come to their feet. The referee darts into position.

Mark: It’s about to be over right now!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kain kicks out before the three, getting to her feet and yelling at the referee to stop the Challenge. And Bianca snaps her arms around her waist, and drops her with a German suplex into a bridge! Fisk dives into position again!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kain kicks out a second time, moving towards the ropes with Bianca right behind her. As soon as the French beauty turns around, Bianca strikes with a pair of knife edge chops across her chest before she whips her across for the ride. Kain rebounds off the far side and catches a kick to the gut that doubles her over. Bianca grabs both arms in a pumphandle as the fans come to their feet.

Zack: ONE TYPHOON DRIVER COMING UP!!

Kain shakes her off and darts out of the ring, waving it off as the fans boo loudly at her cowardice.

Mark: It was about to be over right there, Zack. Kain damn near got beat at her own game, and the fans here in New Orleans love it!

Zack: So does Bianca, she’s ready to fight! She’s in her wrestling gear, and Kain wants nothing to do with it!

Bianca rolls out to the floor to go after her. As soon as Kain sees her, she takes off in a sprint with the Typhoon right behind her. Kain rolled into the ring and got to her feet. Bianca went to roll in after her as Desirae tried to drop an elbow as she did, but Salvador was too wise for that as she slid back out and Kain hit the mat instead. Bianca grinned and slid back into the ring, pulling Kain to her feet. A trio of big rights connected before she fired her into the far corner. Kain struck hard as Bianca took off behind her, going for a running high knee. But Kain ducked out of the way and behind her. Salvador barely managed to stop herself from hitting the corner before Desirae rolled her up into a victory roll. Fisk moved into position to make the count before Kain grabbed the middle rope with both hands.

Mark: WAIT!! She’s got the ropes!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Fisk happened to glance up, hopping to his feet and kicking her hands free. Kain immediately rolled out of the ring as Bianca got to her feet.

Zack: She was about to steal another right there, Mark. But the referee happened to look up, and thank God for that!

Bianca waved Desirae to come back in as Kain went to the timekeeper table and rang the bell. The fans booed even louder now as she spoke to Cory.

Mark: Kain rang the bell, is it over?!

Cory: Desirae Kain informs me that, due to the referee striking her, the Challenge is over. And she wins by disqualification.

Bianca rolled her eyes as Kain thrust her arms into the air in victory. The French beauty shook her head, telling the referee not to put his hands or feet on her ever again, or she’d have him fired.

Zack: She just threatened to have Fisk fired?! Seriously?

Mark: Kain got more than she bargained for tonight, and is leaving! She wants nothing to do with a challenger like Salvador who had her number….and hasn’t even broken a sweat!

Desirae headed towards the ramp, hands raised as she disappeared backstage, leaving Bianca with a somewhat frustrated look, which was replaced with a smile. From there, we head to the back.


Stone Meets The Champ

Our scene cuts to the dressing room of Nevaeh Summers as the FFW TV Champion is currently finishing up tying her wrestling boot. The FFW TV title can be seen sitting propped up next to her as she  soon ties the strings in a knot.

She now stands up and goes to look herself over in a mirror. She tosses her hair some with her hands then goes about straightening out her gear. She marvels at her reflection  but soon we can hear a door swing wide open.

Nevaeh snaps around, startled by it. She looks at the door and now seems confused by what she sees. Eventually the cause of the disturbance makes their presence known as we see Matt Stone, grinning, make his way into the shoot. He approaches Nevaeh. adjusting his own title over his shoulder, never leaving home without his precious SVW Pride championship as he begins an applause for Neveah, a smirk forming on his face.

Matt: It never ceases to amaze me just how stunning you are, especially right before you go out and destroy an opponent, it’s breath taking, it really is. This sound?

He nods to his hands.

Matt: This is the sound an entire sold out arena will be making for you in just a short time after you have your hand raised, and I can’t wait for that moment to arrive.

Nevaeh eyes Matt, still trying to figure out what was going on at the moment

Nevaeh: Thank you for the compliments Mr. Stone. Now, do you make it a habit of just barging into dressing rooms like you own the place?

Matt: A habit? I wouldn’t say that. Valentina sends her love, by the way, can’t forget that, but she’s got quite the night ahead of her and sadly couldn’t make it here on her own, so she sent me. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for us to finally meet face to face, I thought. A manager’s work is never done, you know….where’s your little gopher at? No doubt fetching you something.

Nevaeh titled her head at that comment, wondering if this man truly was serious about that comment

Nevaeh: Silas is far from a gopher. He’s making sure everything is set for my match later on. Your...bravado truly does match the reputation it’s earned Mr. Stone. You let Valentina know that I send the love and well wishes right back to her. I always support her in all her endeavors. I’m sure you’ll see to it that she has a successful night.

Matt: Oh, she will, have no fear about that, with me in her corner, she can’t fail.

He says, looking around the room a bit.

Matt: and I’m not afraid of you losing either, mind you, but this match you have with Kaylee, that little flame that should have been extinguished months ago, is what I came here to talk to you about, really. You see, her and I have a little bit of history, as you know, and it would mean a great deal to me, to my camp, even, if you could do us a favour and...remove her, if you know what I’m saying.

Nevaeh now starts to show signs of a smirk

Nevaeh: I am aware you brought her into this industry and like the treacherous mutt she is she bit the hand that fed her. As for removing her you don’t have to worry about that Mr. Stone for I think I showed at Velocity that making sure Kaylee Clarke does not fulfill anything in this business is very high on my list of things to do. You’d think she’d of been smart and stayed down after what I did to her, but considering what she did to you,thinking of what’s best for her has never been her forte it seems

Matt shakes his head, a  look of annoyance flashing across his face

Matt: Indeed it hasn’t. What I saw at Velocity was good, real good, but as you can see by her being here, good isn’t going to be enough. You need to be great tonight, you need to bring that killer instinct that allowed you to capture that Television Title in the first place when no one thought Kelly would be unthroned. Lots of people told you you couldn’t do it, Nevaeh, but here you are, a champion everyone can be proud of, I know I am, and it takes a champion to recognize a champion. Now Kaylee is here, in this building, telling you you can’t keep her down. She’s daring you to try again and she’s strictly defying the mercy you offered. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t stand for that. I would make sure that bitch knew from jump street that I was here to prove her wrong. Is that the kind of person you are, Miss. Summers.

Nevaeh now looked at Matt without a smirk or confusion riddle on her face, but instead with a stern glare. She made sure he noticed it as she spoke to him in a form tone

Nevaeh: Mr. Stone I assure you that when I am done with her tonight there won’t be any warm hearted underdog made good story to be celebrated. There will only be the same story that has been told for the past several months. That being Nevaeh Summers is still FFW TV Champion. I’m gonna finish for good what I started at Velocity..I won’t stop till I do. So you and everybody else can just sit back and watch the masterpiece I paint on that canvas tonight. It’s gonna to be my best yet.

Matt grins, seemingly quite pleased with what he just heard. Soon we can hear a voice bellow from the hallway. It belonging to Silas Mason

Silas: What the hell is this door doing wide open like this?

Silas soon approaches the door and makes his way into the room. He’s about to speak when he notices Matt standing there. He looks him up and down, eyebrow raised. He looks at him, than at Nevaeh, than back at Matt

Silas: Will what do we have here?

Matt turns around at the presence of someone else, flashing him as sincere of a smile as he can, extending his hand out to him.

Matt: Matt Stone, manager of Valentina Lozano and the SVW Pride champion, just came here to make sure I was placing my bet on the right horse, having been disappointed in the last few. May I just say you’re the manager of a real champion, you should be quite proud.

Silas looked down at Matt’s hand and then back up at his face as he saw that smile plastered on Matt’s face. It took him a moment but Silas eventually shook Matt’s hand

Silas: You’re bet is good as gold. Baby Peach is gonna handle that little Porcelain Princess tonight. And yes I’m very proud. She’s what a real champion is all about

Matt: Couldn’t have said it any better myself, and not that you need it, but good luck Nev, we’ll be watching and cheering you on. I must get back to my Goddess though, she might need a pre-match foot rub.

He offers as an excuse to leave the two, walking out the door, he stops and mouths “Baby Peach” to himself looking quite confused, but just shakes his head and walks off down the hall.Silas watches Matt leave, seemingly annoyed by the man. He now turns to look at Nevaeh

Silas: What was that about? What was he doing here?

Nevaeh: Relax Silas. He was..somewhat harmless. He just came to offer support for my match later. He hates Kaylee just a smuch as I do, plus manages Val.. That not good enough to know he has good taste?

Silas: Yeah he sure seems ta have an eye for nice looking things.

Nevaeh smirked

Nevaeh: Really you should relax. Everything is fine. I’m ready to go….but I do have to handle one more thing.

Silas now looked at his client with a curious look

Silas: And what would that be?

Nevaeh: I have an interview to do

Silas: Interview? We didn’t talk about getting you no interview.

Nevaeh now goes to the couch and picks her title up off it. She puts it on her shoulder as she looks at Silas.

Nevaeh: Oh she doesn’t know she’s interviewing me either. You just meet me by the entrance area, I won’t be long.

With that Nevaeh walked out of the room leaving Silas standing there..looking flustered.




Cory:  The following is set for one fall and is a falls count anywhere.  Introducing….

Before Cory could finish his opening statement, Ithavoll comes flying through the curtain.  She lands hard on the rampway as a fuming Richardson stomps out after her.  Keenan comes racing out and calls for the bell to start the match.

Mark:  Apparently, Richardson didn’t want to wait for introductions to get the party started.

Mai:  It will only be a party if one or both of them are naked by the end of the match.

Richardson slams Ithavoll’s head on the barrier as the fans counted the number of times before Richardson picks her up and hits a fallaway slam against the barrier.  Fans cheer as Ithavoll holds her back in pain.  The stripper’s shirt was rising up a little causing the male fans in the crowd to cheer louder.  Richardson smiled as she waved to the crowd before putting the boots to Ithavoll.  As Richardson picked her up by the hair on her head, Ithavoll grabbed her did the only thing that she could think of to slow Richardson down.

Mark:  Did Ithavoll really just grab Amanda there?

Mai:  That shows the initiative that Ithavoll has to distract her opponent.  I just wish that it was me that she was grabbing like that.

Richardson let out a groan/moan as she let go of Ithavoll’s hair to try and knock her hands off.  Ithavoll took that momentary distraction to shove Amanda over the barricade into the crowd.  She followed her into the crowd and ignoring the fans that were calling for her to take her top off, picked Amanda up and dropped her with a back body drop on the concrete stairway.  Ithavoll was not done as she shoved a fan out of their chair and folded it up to use on Amanda.

Mark:  Ithavoll has the advantage and it looks like she doesn’t want to play soft.

Mai:  Amanda has always prided herself as doing a lot of hardcore action on tape.  Let’s see if she can keep up with Ithavoll.

Ithavoll smirked as she brought the chair crashing down onto Amanda’s back, causing her to writhe in pain before taking four more shots to the same area.  Ithavoll grabbed Amanda by the hair and dragged her up the stairs to the concourse level before slamming the chair on the ground and glaring at the gasping Amanda.  She slammed Amanda’s head into the concession counter a couple of times before picking her up and dropping her with a swinging sidewalk slam onto the chair.  Amanda’s back arched as she rolled off the chair just before Ithavoll could slam her foot down on the area where Amanda’s ribs were covering the chair.  Growling, Ithavoll kicked Amanda once to daze her before covering her just as Keenan got to where they were.

One……..



Two………..




Thre……...KICKOUT!!!!!!!!

Mark:  Ithavoll came close to taking this match right there.

Mai:  She just hasn’t riding Amanda hard enough to exhaust her.

Mark facepalms as Keenan tells Ithavoll that it was only a two count.  Ithavoll growled as she argued with the ref about a slow count.  This gave Amanda a little bit of time to catch her breath and get to her favorite position, on her knees.  Just as Ithavoll turned towards Amanda, a steel trunk on wheels slammed into her, with a generous push from Amanda.  Amanda got her breathing under control before slowly walking over to Ithavoll.  She picked up Ithavoll and slammed her back against the counter before leading her by the neck around to the door that led into the concession area.  The workers had already cleared out of the way after the first close encounter with the two ladies, so no one was behind the counter when Amanda throw Ithavoll into the soda area.

Mark:  Ithavoll got sloppy arguing with the ref and it gave Amanda the opening that she needed

Mai:  And you say my puns are horrible.  I can’t believe that you let that cum out of your mouth.

Mark:  It’s not what I meant and the fans know it.

Mai:  Whatever you say, Markie.

Amanda smirked as she spotted the wrapped hot dogs sitting under a heat lamp.  She grabbed two and looked between them and Ithavoll before grabbing two more.  Walked over to where Ithavoll was dripping wet and after slamming her head into the drink station a couple more times, Amanda unwrapped the hot dogs and started to shove them into Ithavoll’s mouth.  After the second one, Amand could be heard screaming that with a mouth as big as Ithavoll’s, she figured that she could handle four wieners in her mouth at a time.  Sighing, Amanda gave up on showing the world Ithavoll’s potential and dragged the still coughing stripper out of the concession area.  She dropped Ithavoll on the floor and covered her as Keenan got into position.


One…..


Two……


Thr…...Amanda pulls her shoulders off the ground?

Mark:  I have no words to describe what just happened in the concession area and I want to apologize to any parents that are watching this with their kids.


Mai:  The kids have to grow up somehow and what better way than to watch one of the best co…  *Mai continues even though her mic was cut to keep the shows ratings from being R or M.*

Amanda smirks as Keenan questions her as to why she would continue the match when it was clear that she had the match won.  Amanda just shook her head as she dragged Ithavoll over to the merchandising booth.  Clearing away everything from one of the tables, Amanda lays Ithavoll on the table before climbing onto an adjacent table.  Amanda lifted Ithavoll up and attempted a belly to belly slam.  Ithavoll had enough presence of mind to block the move twice before headbutting Amanda in the face to back her up.

Mark:  Apparently, Amanda was satisfied with just getting the win, she wanted to finish the match in the method that she had wanted in the first place.

Mai:  As long as neither of them injury their precious tits then this match will be incredible.

The two ladies jockeyed for position for a moment before Ithavoll tossed Amanda over her head onto the table which surprisingly did not break.  Ithavoll carefully walked to the other end of the booth before taking off towards Amanda, looking to hit a cheerleader split legdrop.  Just before Ithavoll landed, Amanda rolled off the table.  Ithavoll groaned as her hands covered the injured region.  Amanda shook her head before hopping up on the table and placing Ithavoll’s head between her legs.  Amanda gyrated her hips a little before hooking Ithavoll’s arms and hitting a perfect kneeling facebuster on top of the table, causing it to collapse under them.

Mark:  That is a variation of her move Premature.  It has to be over now.

Mai:  What I wouldn’t give to be in Ithavoll’s position right now.

Amanda slowly got up and surveyed the damage before smirking as she slung Ithavoll over her shoulder and walked into the women’s restroom.  Amanda carried Ithavoll into the first open stall before dropping her to the ground and shoving her face into the toilet.  Amanda held her there for a moment before tossing her back towards the sinks.  Amanda pulled Ithavoll to a kneeling position before slamming her to the ground with a split leg drop.  Keenan came into the restroom as Amanda sat split legged on top of Ithavoll’s face.

One…….



Twooooo…………


Threeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!

Mark:  Amanda wasn’t satisfied with just hitting one of her finishers but after dunking Ithavoll’s face, hit the second finisher for the win.

Mai:  Amanda is probably disappointed that Ithavoll didn’t have her tongue out at the end there.

Keenan raises Amanda’s hand as she gyrates on top of the prone Ithavoll as in the ring Cory makes the announcement.

Cory:  The winner of this match via pinfall…..AMANDA RICHARDSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Manami Meets Mallory

We cut to backstage, where Joe Ragnal and season 19 contestant Manami Kokoro are standing by. Joe takes a quick drink from a shot glass, exhaling as he wipes his mouth.

Joe: Okay, we got the aftertaste of that Cereza match out of my mouth. Let's get started.

Manami: Joe-san! I thought you not drink alcohol!

Joe: What're you talking about? That was ginger ale.

Manami: Oh...I thought was...nevermind.

Manami shakes her head as Joe approaches her.

Joe: So 'Nami, it's been a few weeks since you've been announced for Future Shock's 19th season, and I'm curious about a few things. First, your progress with wrestling training. How's that coming?

Manami: Very nicely! Trainers at Future Shock Center very friendly and helpful! Tough when they have to be, however. But have been working hard on improving maneuverability in ring!

Joe: Well that's nice. And I'm sure you found somewhere close by to relax at, right?

Manami: Er, was original plan. Sammy-chan and I found place in Malibu thanks to Eve-chan. But is very nice and spaceous! Cannot complain!

Joe: Well, moving on...let's talk about two of the lovely ladies you're competing against in your Future Shock season. Specifically the two that have shown their stuff in the ring so far, Mallory Benett and Venom.

Manami: Eh?

The Innovator thwacks himself.

Joe: Sorry, Echo. Always getting those two confused. Let's start with her first, since her match is the closest etched into our brains. This girl fought Karina Patrova during Indomitable 2 and, well, lost. What did you think of her performance?

Manami cringes, waving her hand back and forth mid-air.

Manami: Echo was...so-so. Personally found Karina to have dominated the fight with her hits and strikes. Echo put lots of pressure on Karina, but upperhand was not her favor. Showed her strength in submission, not much else.

Joe: Mhm, mhm. So the little Russian sugar bomb showed she deserved to be in her season, especially after that jousting fight.

Manami: Indeed, match may have sparked further interest in Karina, but will have to see in the fan votes this week.

Joe: Trust me, I doubt she'll be the one going home anytime soon. But before that we got another preview for your season, in the form of an open challenge from one Desirae Kaine. Any thoughts on that fight?

Manami: Ah! Desi-kun did not help herself in match! Kept provoking Marr-...Maaar-...Bennett-san...and made her on fire! And Bennett-san had upperhand for most part, mind the mysterious knock out punch. And I excited for outcome of bout, but Desi-kun brought to an abrupt halt because of “time limit”.

She makes the air quote gesture.

Joe: Oh yeah. Everyone was PEEEEEVED about that. Fortunately for your's truly, I actually managed to sneak out the rules of Desirae's little open challenge, seeing as none of us know what they are. Let's take a peak!

Out of nowhere, he pulls out a manilla folder with 'TOP SECRET' stamped on it. Opening the folder up, Joe pulls out a piece of paper, tosses the folder aside, and he and Manami read the rules.

Joe: “Rule number one: Make it all up as you go to get the upperhand.”

Joe cocks an eyebrow at this, nodding his head before crumpling the paper up and tossing it behind him.

Joe: And here I thought it'd be more elaborate than that.

Manami: Hai. Not sure what else was expecting.

Joe: So of the two, who do you think has the advantage going into season 19 of Future Shock, 'Nami?

Manami: Would definitely say Maaarrrrr-

Aggravated, Manami drops her head before taking a deep breath.

Manami: Bennett-san. Loss was no fault of her own, and showed her strengths when push came to shove. Most likely looking forward to face her in Future Shock.

Joe: Awesome sauce! Now, how about Riley’s match this past-

??: How’s ‘bout we go back to talkin’ more about Frenchie’s Open Challenge. I haven’t heard enough people proclaim it as complete bullshit.

Fellow Future Shock Season 19 competitor Mallory Bennett steps in the shot opposite of Manami. Mallory is wearing a brand new Killer C ‘Instant Classic’ shirt fold on the FFW shop website as well as a pair of torn up jeans. With a glance between Ragnal and Kokoro her eyes land back on her fellow competitor for the upcoming season.

Mallory: While I appreciate the vote of confidence Manami, by comparison to most of ya’ll I’m lacking in the experience department. Now if we’re talkin’ bout aggression and even tenacity?

She makes a double thumbs up motion and points to herself.

Mallory: Yo.

She crosses her arms over her chest.

Mallory: Still, that’s it so far for me. We’ve still got Riot, Hurst, Giovanna, and a particular Typhoon to be thinkin’ about. Different levels of experience, boxing, technical grappling, striking or even just straight throwing people around the ring.

Manami: Hai, and I looking forward to seeing what other girls can do in ring. Perhaps soon we each get shots at one another, Bennett-chan?

Joe: Hey, ease up there, ‘Nami. No need for us trying to determine a frontrunner before the season even begins.

Manami: I not mind it, Joe-san. Rivalries forming before contest begins could bring interest. Look at Cereza and Mandy-chan!

Joe: ‘Nami please, I JUST got the taste out of my mouth…

Ragnal rubs his throat while Manami approaches Mallory.

Manami: Can understand your frustrations with Desi-kun. But have doubt that others won’t accept open challenge, so plenty of time to scout others abilities. So good luck to you, Marrrrr-cuso!

She hangs her head again.

Manami: Apologize, Bennett-san. Having trouble pronouncing first name.

The mechanic opens her mouth, holding a finger up.

Mallory: ‘Cause the ‘L’s? How did you-- Wait, nevermind. Just uh... Just call me Mal. Gotta say though Mr. Ragnal I kinda agree with Manami here. Maybe we might just get a chance to throw down on each other before the season begins. Shoot, I’d like to see what you got under there.

The camera slowly pans down towards to Manami’s chest before Mal’s hand reaches on the lens and pulls it back up to Manami, Mal, and Joe’s faces as the Smoothie King Arena has a chuckle and Mal stares scathingly in the camera’s direction.

Mallory: Not there! Christ, I was talkin’ about under that noggin of her’s. Wrestling-wise other than a tape or two I’ve found on her.

Joe: Well, I think after Absolution you at least have an idea of what her endgame is going to be.

Manami: Hai! Marshmallow Hell!

Joe: Have to admit, though. My favorite part was Wendy’s reaction to that on Twitter.

Manami: She seemed very confused, Joe-san. Not sure what was so hard to grasp about concept.

Joe: ‘Nami, to be fair, it’s not everyday a woman uses her curves to her advantage in a wrestling match.

The buxom Japanese woman giggles, covering her cheeks from the blushing.

Manami: But...hopefully, Mal-chan, you and everyone else get to see what I capable of! Actually very excited to make in-ring debut! Maybe spark as much interest as you did against Desi-kun!

The Florida native’s eyebrows raise and seems to be having a mental flashback of Cereza’s run-in with Manami. She shakes it off and grins.

Mallory: Well I can’t promise my finishing touch makes any use of my curves and ya may not see it till come time for the season but I’ll let ya know the name.

She takes a step forward to meet her fellow competitor, directly face-to-face before she states two words very simply.

Mallory: Malicious Intent.

She nods once to Manami, once more to Joe before Mal steps out of the shot and down the hallway. Ragnal nods, while Manami holds a finger to her mouth, intrigues.

Joe: Nice name.

Manami: Hai, suits her very well! Cannot wait to see it’s execution.

Joe: We got a while, methinks. But let’s talk about something else…

The Innovator of FUN walks Manami off camera, and we fade out from there.

[Adam Grant]

Cory:  The following tag team match is set for one fall.  Introducing first……

As the wind-up sounds of "Shatter Me" plays over the PA system, the arena is draped in a lovely shade of red, with the jumbotron showing off a video of roses flowing down a river. The song skips immediately to the chorus as Chrysta and Shizuka walk out to the stage, hand in hand. As they make their way down the ramp, they raise their hands overhead.

Cory: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 291 lbs...Chrysta! Shizuka Miyamoto! The CHANGE OF HEART!

The two let go of one another's hands as Shizuka rushes to the ring, sliding underneath the ropes. She sits on the middle rope to allow Chrysta entry into the ring after she pulls herself onto the apron. With both members of CoH inside, they meet in the middle of the ring, facing one another. Chrysta puts her hand on the back of Shizuka's head, while the Asian wraps her arms around the former Ice Queen. Chrysta pulls Shizuka's head in, their lips meeting for a short while before they turn their attention to the fight ahead.

Mark:  The Hearts have been an up and down case since they showed up. They are finally starting to show life coming into this match and a win tonight would be huge for them.

Mai:  Whatever they were doing in the beginning was wrong for them and tonight will continue that streak as the Rudos will dominate.

Cory:  And their opponents…..

The crunching riffs of "Kill Streak" by Brand X Music hit the PA. El Presidente Obama clops out from behind the curtain, led by Stardust who is waving a Mexican flag. Meteora flanks at the other side, generally glaring out over the legions of fans in the arena.

Cory: Making their way to the ring! Accompanied by the 2014 Most Influential Person in FFW, El Presidente Obama... from Tijuana, Mexico, at a total combined weight of 282 lbs... they are the Future Shock Season Ten Champions... Meteora & Stardust... RUDO GALACTICA!!!

The dastardly duo and donkey clop their way down the ramp; Meteora apparently getting angry at a group of fans who are cheering for them. Obama finally stops at ringside, as Meteora & Stardust make their way into the ring. Stardust waves the flag some more, before hanging it up on the turnbuckle. The duo then climb opposite turnbuckles, and backflip into the ring, before hitting the Rudo poses to an explosion of fireworks, as Obama lets out a large appreciative “HAW!” from ringside.

ring

Mark:  As my colleague mentioned earlier, their opponents tonight are the Rudos, a team that is just as hit and miss as Change of Heart.  Tonight one of the teams will get lucky.

Mai:  Wait, who's having sex and not inviting me?  I want in on a piece of that action.

Kevin Fisk calls for the bell as Chrysta stays in the ring to lock horns with Stardust.  Stardust shows that she wants to do a test of strength with Chrysta.  Despite the fans yelling at her not to go for it, Chrysta locks hands with Dust, only to be kicked in the gut.  As Chrysta started to double over, Dust pulled her into a bulldog that planted her in the center of the ring.  Dust laughed as she kicks Chrysta a couple of time before tagging in Meteora.  Dust picked up Chrysta’s head just long enough for Meteora to dropkick her in the face.  Dust left the ring before the Fisk got to five.  Meteora pulled Chrysta up into a corner and attempted to quiet the crowd before delivering numerous knife-edge chomps to Chrysta’s chest.  Meteora backed away from the corner as Fisk’s count got to four.  As Fisk was reading the riot act to Meteora, Dust attempted to hit Chrysta with a clothesline from the outside.

Mark:  Just when it looked like the Rudos were going to run away with this.

Mai:  They are just toying with their meal before they devour them.

Chrysta ducked the clothesline and slammed Dust’s head into the ring post, causing her to fall off the ring apron.  As Meteora complained to the ref about Chrysta attacking Dust outside the ring, Chrysta took this chance to tag in Shizuka.  The ref signalled the tag as Meteora turned around, right into a headbutt to the chest.  Meteora stumbled backwards against the ropes as ‘Zuka continued the attack with a high knee followed by a brain chop.    Meteora grabbed her head as Zuka knocked Dust off the apron where she was attempting to get into the ring.  Fisk admonished her as Meteora rolled out of the ring to check on her friend and partner.

Mark:  It looks like the tag was just what Change of Heart need to take control of the match.

Mai:  Oh no, please don’t hurt my precious mask warriors.

Meteora was helping Dust to her feet as Zuka bounced off the far ropes and flew in between the middle and top rope for a successful suicide dive.  All three ladies were sprawled out on the floor as the ref started his count.

One……



Two…..



Three….



Four….

As the ref reached four, Zuka started to move as did Dust, who had somehow landed on top of Meteora. Zuka rolled into the ring to break the count before going back out of the ring on the attack.  Zuka attempted a spear on Meteora only for Dust to knock her out of the way, leaving Zuka’s should to connect with the barrier.  Fisk slid out of the ring and chased Dust back onto the ring apron and he told the Meteora to get it back in the ring.

Meteora grabbed Zuka and rolled her back into the ring, close to the Rudos corner.  Fisk was distracted as he got back into the ring and missed the fact that Dust was using the tag rope to choke Zuka.  By the time that Fisk turned around, Dust had already released Zuka.  Zuka collapsed in the corner, gasping for air just as Meteora charged in with a splash.  As Zuka laid on the mat in the corner, Meteora got to her feet slowly with Fisk telling her to get the action out of the corner.  Meteora complies as she pulls Zuka out of the corner to the center of the ring and makes the cover.


One……



Two…KICKOUT

Mark:  Shizuka went for the kill on the outside of the ring and came up empty as the Rudos take advantage of the mistake.

Mai:  That is what that damn hobo gets for trying to get the best of the lovable Rudos.

Meteora sighs as she feels Shizuka kick out.  She gets to her feet and reaches down to pull Shizuka up only to take a kick to the head.  Meteora backed up a little as she tried to shake the pain away.  Shizuka took the opportunity to try and crawl to her corner, only to have Dust come in and distract the ref.  Shizuka makes the tag as the ref attempts to get Dust out of the ring.  Chrysta immediately comes into the ring and clotheslines Meteora to the mat before mounting her.  Fisk finally gets Dust out of the ring and turns around to follow the action.  Noticing Chrysta in the ring, Fisk pulls her off of Meteora before telling her that he didn’t see the tag and that Shizuka has to be in the ring.  This draws boos from the fans who watched the tag be made.

Mark: That has to be the worst call I have heard Fisk make.  Change of Heart made a clean tag and because the ref didn’t see it, a battered Shizuka has to come back into the ring.

Mai:  Ha, that is what those cheaters get.  (Yells)  Great call Fisk.  Make them play by the rules.

Chrysta reluctantly exits the as Shizuka comes back in, with obvious signs that she didn’t get as much rest as she needed on the apron.  Meteora was barely back to her feet as Shizuka hits her with a brain buster.  Shizuka pressed the advantage as she drops a polish hammer onto Meteora’s back.  With Meteora down and the ref paying attention, Shizuka went to her corner and tagged Chrysta in again.  Fisk acknowledges the tag, allowing Chrysta to rush in and stop Meteora from crawling to her corner to switch out.  Chyrsta pulls her to the center of the ring before picking her up for a powerbomb.  She smirked as Meteora’s head bounced off the mat hard.  Chrysta set her up in a neutral corner before taking a running start and hitting a high knee on Meteora.  Meteora fell down to the mat still propped up in the corner as Chrysta went for a second high knee in the corner.  This one was not as successful as Meteora had slid a little bit further to the mat and didn’t take the full impact of the knee as it collided with the turnbuckle. Chrysta groaned a little as pain shot up from her knee but she didn’t let it stop her from continuing to press the advantage.

Mark:  Chrysta is finally in the ring again and she is taking care of business.

Mai:  Yeah but will missing that second high knee slight come back to haunt her.

Chrysta pulled Meteora out of the corner before picking her up for a backbody drive in the center of the ring.  Just before Meteora was brought back down to the mat, Dust shoots in and hits Chrysta in the same knee that had just connected with turnbuckle, causing Chrysta to let go of Meteora and drop to the mat holding her knee.  Fisk tells Dust to get back to her corner and to stay there or he with DQ the team for it.  Dust holds up her hands in surrender as she heads back to the corner and picks up the tag rope.  Both of the legal ladies were down on the mat as Fisk checks on both of them before starting his ten count.

Mark:  Fisk is getting tired of Dust coming in without being tag.  If she isn’t careful it may cost the team.

Mai:  The Rudos will rise above this even if Fisk is being a little bit strict with his rules.

One……


Two……


Three……


Four…….


Five……


Six……

By the time that Fisk hit seven, both ladies had crawled to the bottom rope and had pulled themselves up to their feet.  Meteora took advantage of being close to her corner and tagged in Dust, who shoots across the ring and hits Shizuka off the apron before turning and chopblocking Chrysta in the injured knee.  Dust drags Chrysta over towards her corner as Shizuka gets back on the apron and attempts to come in.  FIsk stops her, allowing Dust to prop Chrysta up in the corner and Meteora to grab her arms to hold her in place as Dust placed several kicks to the ribs.  The fans are yelling for Fisk to turn around but by the time that Shizuka gets out of the ring and he does turn around, Meteora had already let go of Chrysta and backed away from the corner as Dust stomped on Chrysta in the corner.  Fisk got Dust to back up from the corner at the count of four.  As he lead Dust away from the corner, Meteora took a moment to snap Chrysta’s neck down on the ropes.  Meteora backed away as Fisk turns around and warns her not to do anything to Chrysta until she is tagged in.

Mark:  It is like the Rudos are playing a game out there of how much can they get away with before the ref DQ’s them.

Mai:  It seems to be working really well for them as they have Chrysta isolated on their half of the ring.

Dust pulls Chrysta out of the corner with a hip toss before climbing to the top rope.  Just before Dust takes off for a frog splash on Chrysta, Meteora made a blind tag.  Dust hits a picture perfect 810 splash on Chrysta before rolling off just as Meteora took off to hit a shooting star press on Chrysta.  Dust slid out of the ring as Meteora hooks the leg for the cover.

One……



Two……

As Fisk started the count, Shizuka attempted to get in the ring to break it up only to be stopped by the fact that Dust was hanging onto her leg out of sight of the ref.  Shizuka shook her off and dove into the ring.


Three!!!!!!!!!

But she was a tad too late as Fisk was up calling for the bell when Shizuka made it into the ring.  Meteora rolled out of the ring and smiled as Fisk raised hers and Dust’s hands in victory.

Mark:  It took hitting two finishers for the Rudos to steal this match.

Mai:  Oh My God, Chrysta just got a taste of a Meteoric Supernova Shower.  That was a devastating move that no one is going to be kicking out of.  Well Done Rudos, my lovelies.


Jenny & Her Padawan

We find ourselves in the backstage area of the Smoothie King Center, and it is where we are able to see a woman in a long robe back and forth. She isn’t alone as she is followed behind by another figure. They are approached by FFW Intern & Journalist Felicia Atherton. The young girl slowly raises the microphone up to her lips as she reaches out to her.

Felicia: Felicia Atherton here, and my guest at this time  would be none other than.

Jennifer is the one behind the first robe. She undoes the hood as we get a glimpse of her. Her long hair flows down her back as she looks directly into the lens of the camera.

Jenny: There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge, there is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony,

Rachel: There is no death, there is the force.

Jenny: Very excellent Rachel. Know this in your heart. Know the ends and the outs. It’s everything that we live by. A code that governs everything that we are.

Rachel nods her head as Felicia seems befuddled as she looks at both individuals. She looks back at Jennifer as she raises the microphone to her lips.

Felicia: ...Thank you for joining me here tonight Jennifer. First and foremost who is this with you.

Jenny: This is my Padawan. She came to me broken. A woman who was one with the dark side someone your cousin Casey really adores...She came to me broken. A woman without a purpose but I am helping her along the way. And she is going to join me in my quest to take the fight to Korriban. To take out the Sith Lords and bring balance to the force. And it’s a path that starts tonight. While there are no Sith Lords in the match that I will be wrestling in there is one individual who has gotten my attention as of late. An individual I spoke about months ago and she is Nevaeh Summers.

Felicia: Meh…

Is all that Felicia can say in response as Jennifer continues to talk.

Jenny: She is a woman who I have had my eye on for quite some time now and I need to test my wills against her. If anyone can best Kelly Mcguffin in a match they immediately require my attention. In the past I did not like Kelly and I will be the first to admit that. I disrespected her because I flat out didn’t like her, but in my journey of becoming a Jedi I have actually come to respect what she was as a Television Champion. I will never forget those long battles, but here is Nevaeh a woman who I cannot stand. I know in tonight’s match Leona will be longing to get another shot against Nevaeh, and Samantha will want it to ultimately be another her and Kaylee showdown. But for me it’s about finding a path to get to Nevaeh. Whether she’s champion or not.

Rachel: For my master. It’s about revival. She realizes that last year around this time she was in the thick and thin of the Evolution Championship hunt, and perhaps she bit off a little more than she could chew, but it’s about building herself up from the bottom and working her way back up. It’s about finding herself again. Finding a balance, and I know for a fact that Master jenny will move her way upwards again.

Jenny: I stand here as a Trios Champion but I feel like I want more than that. I want to find my way again. I want to work hard to achieve the unthinkable. When It comes to singles matches this year I am undefeated with the exception of a draw that I had against draw.

Rachel: But even so she didn’t lose. She is consistently finding the balance to herself and I personally believe in Jenny. The crowd believes in Jenny and hopefully everyone tonight right here in New Orleans will believe in her. So bring on the fight and Jenny will answer the challenge.

Jenny: This year has been rough in turns of Unity matches. I feel like I haven’t been the partner I should have been foR Crystal but tonight marks a change for the better. Tonight I get right back into the thick and thin of everything. Tonight will erase the struggles I had last year as an individual and tonight marks something new. So may the force be with you all… Because tonight the Jedi finds that balance.

Rachel: And for all of those Lady Dream fans out there. Tonight Lady Dream makes a dream become a reality when she marches her way back into the front of the Television Championship contention.

Jenny: Master Dream Rachel… That’s Master Dream…

Rachel: How about JennAkin SkyWilliams

Jenny and Rachel begin to giggle at one another as they walk away as Felicia looks at the camera.

Felicia: Right… Well… Looks like we have a big match coming up. To the ring!




Cory: The following contest is a best of three falls match!

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.

The lights turn yellow, black and white as the clapping initial beats of “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” leave the speaker system, followed by the chanting first lines. As the chanting comes to an end, Mandy Gray comes out from the back, hands in the air to the cheers of the crowd.

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can’t be sure when they’ll leave their mark.
And besides in the mean, mean time,
I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart.
I’m in the de-details with the -- devil,
So now the world can never get me on my level.
I just gotta get you off my cage,
I’m a young lover’s rage,
Gonna need spark to ignite.

During the verse, Mandy starts her walk to ringside, head bobbing to the beat of the music and her arms extended, default returning the wishes of the fans who want to clap hands with her.

Cory: On her way to the ring, from Charlotte, North Carolina! She weighs 140 pounds, MANDY GRAY!

MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!

So light ‘em up, up, up,
Light ‘em up, up, up,
Light ‘em up, up, up,
I’M ON FIRE!!

Mandy quickly climbs into the ring, raising her hands to the crowd again before taking her place in her corner, doing some last-minute warm-ups as the music fades out.

Mark: And joining Zack and myself for this match is the woman who took on Desirae Kain's open challenge and... Well, there are not enougb words to explain what happened there. Welcome aboard, Bianca Salvador.

Bianca: Hey there, Mark, Zack! Pleased to be around.

Zack: Our pleasure, Ms. Salvador. Any expectations for this match between Amanda Gray and the woman that basically ran away from you earlier tonight?

Bianca: Kain doesn't control the rules on this one. I have all the faith in the world in Mandy Gray.

The opening electronic sounds of Phoenix’s “Trying to Be Cool” sounds through the arena and the crowd boos. As the song starts with it’s beat echoing through the arena, Desirae Kain steps out from the back to even more boos than her song got. She shakes her head at the reaction she’s gotten and slowly makes her way down the ramp to the ring.

Cory: And now making her way to the ring, from Eze, France……Desirae Kain!

Desirae slowly walks up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. She leaps over the ropes, lands on her feet and holds her arms out to boos from the crowd. Shaking her head, she slowly backs into her corner.

Zack: Desirae is already coming from a "win" tonight, if you can call it that, and ere she is again, facing a woman she has already claimed is not an impressive wrestler.

Mark: Which is ironic, seeing as Amanda already holds a win over Desirae.

Bianca: Sore losers, y'all. They'll always find an excuse to make their opponent look like "meh" even when they're clearly inferior. This Desirae girl is more talk than anything else.

DING DING DING!

The match starts, and Amanda raises her hand for a lock up, but Desirae immediately steps back and raises her two hands in a "stop right there" motion, and... starts talking Amanda out of the match? The ringside microphones even catch some of what the French wrestler says: "you know, we don't have to DO this, we can leave unscathed, there's no fight, and nobody loses! How's that sound, hm?" To which Amanda rolls her eyes, listens until her patience runs out (which, worthy of note, is REALLY fast) and starts unloading with kicks and chops to Desirae, who can do nothing else other than just defend herself until Amanda sends her to her knees. Mandy then runs the ring and hits the ropes, coming at Desirae for a shining wizard, but Desi surprises Amanda by springing back up and drilling Gray's stomach with a knee. Amanda folds, and Desi slides her leg over Amanda's head, dropping her on her face with a fame-asser. As Amanda pushes up, Desirae grabs a handful ofher hair and yanks back, slamming her opponent back into the mat. Referee Melinda Davis starts telling Desirae to quit going for the hair, to which she basically gives the ref a "fuck off" before running the ring and delivering a big boot to Amanda's face. The younger Gray sister collapses, and Desirae parades around the ring celebrating her own greatness.

Zack: Looks like Desirae thinks that's enough to earn her the win, and... We're only 20 seconds into the match and she's already made more moves than in your match with her, Bianca!

Bianca: She knows she can't chicken her way out of this one, she needs to actually wrestle. Let's see how long it takes before she starts crapping the bed again.

Amanda gets up shaking her head after the big boot she just ate, and Desirae quickly helps her up, whipping her into a corner. Amanda crashes against the turnbuckles, and with two hops for momentum, Desirae rushes to the corner and splashes over Mandy with a jumping clothesline. Amanda stumbles to the center of the ring and goes to her knees and again Desirae builds up momentum, rushing into Amanda for a bicycle kick... NOPE! Amanda ducks under Desi's leg and pops back up. Desirae bounces on the ropes and comes back, only to eat a calf kick. Amanda then grabs Desirae by the shoulders to bring her up, but the French quickly breaks free and rolls out of the ring for a breather.

Bianca: Well, that was fast.

Mark: Amanda started a nice reaction, and Desirae is not willing to let that fly... So she's taking the easiest way to take the wind out of Amanda's wings.

Zack: Now she's out of the ring, taking a time-out, and... Looks like Amanda doesn't want the match to stop like this!

Again Davis starts telling Desirae off, with the French again telling Melinda to shut up, as he begins the countout. Amanda is having none of that, though, as she quickly rolls out of the ring to chase Desirae, who runs off. But instead of taking off after Desirae, Amanda smartly rolls back into the ring, bounces on the ropes on the far side and jumps out of the ring with a beautiful topé, crashing into Desirae and squeezing her against the crowd barricade! Under a houseful of cheers, Amanda brings Desirae to her feet and throws her back into the ring, rolling back in afterwards and making the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NOPE! Desirae kicks out.

Amanda pouts but doesn't miss the beat as she quickly gets back up and helps Desirae to her feet, proceeding to whip the French into the corner. Desirae plants her feet, sending Amanda running instead. Again Amanda crashes into the corner, and Desirae pats her own shoulder before rushing into Amanda for a shoulder block... NOPE! Amanda dodges, and Desirae strikes the metallic post with her shoulder! With a loud shriek, the French gets back up, using the ropes as leverage, only for Amanda to hop her way back to Desirae, wrapping her limbs with Desi's and flipping over the top rope, locking Kain in the Tarantula!

Zack: Amanda has the Tarantula well locked in!

Bianca: It's an illegal hold, though! Serves as way to wear down the limbs, but it's illegal! Let's see the amount of whining we get to hear after this one!

The referee quickly starts counting Amanda out for the rope break, and she lets go at a solid 4. Desirae goes to her knees as Amanda drops to the padded ringside, smiling, and rolls back into the ring, dragging Desirae to the center of the ring with a firm clutch on her head, throwing knee after knee to the French's stomach. As Desirae folds over for good, Amanda puts her in a side headlock and... Desirae capitalizes on her positioning to smack Amanda's tailbone with a closed fist right where it hurts the most. Mandy shrieks and lets go of Desirae, leaving a confused referee to try and understand what just happened. Desirae then spins Amanda so they're face to face, and then executes an arm drag that drops Amanda on her butt, which, thanks to the tailbone shot, hurt more than it should. After that, Desirae wraps her legs around Amanda's neck and locks in a tight headscissors hold.

Mark: Now THAT is one legal hold that Amanda may have a hard time getting out of!

Zack: Desirae has that headscissors well locked, and Amanda's getting her life sucked out of her!

Bianca: And it doesn't help that Mandy just got uppercutted up the BOOTY! Are we sure that's not illegal either?

Amanda is asked if she wants out, but she answers that by fighting the hold, squirming and twisting her body around, until she manages to lay on her stomach. She slowly pushes up, and when Desirae realizes she's drawing a reaction, she lets go of the hold and mule kicks Amanda to the stomach. Amanda folds, and Desirae gets up, whipping Amanda to the corner again. Gray telegraphs that though, holding the ropes and avoiding the impact. Before she turns around, Desirae runs up to her and grabs her by the waist, bridging backwards for a suplex. Amanda hits the mat, but backflips back to her feet, running the ring and catching Desirae with a corkscrew kick just when the French gets up and turns around. Now both women are down and struggling. Amanda slowly crawls up to Desirae, mounting on top of her opponent as she has her stomach against the mat, locking one of Desi's arms close to her midsection. Just when she's about to hook Desirae's head to lock in the Dragon Clutch, Desirae BITES Amanda's arm!

Bianca: HEY! Is THAT how you wanna go?!

Mark: Desirae just had a taste of Amanda's arm right there, she might want to get checked for rabies after the night is done!

Zack: But by hook or by crook, it worked! Desirae has found the opening to get back in control!

Amanda rolls around in the ring squealing, as Desirae pushes back to her feet. Bringing Amanda up by once again yanking a hadful of her hair, Desirae starts shooting a series of European uppercuts to Amanda's chin, until Gray is being pressed against the ropes. Desirae then holds Amanda's hand and makes the move to whip her across the ring, but then yanks her back and backstabs her. Amanda again goes to the mat and Desirae again parades around the ring, soaking in the boos, before bringing Amanda back up and now really whipping her across the ring. As Amanda bounces, Desirae crouches so to launch Amanda upwards... but Amanda reacts by kicking Desirae's face like a soccer ball. Desirae is sprung up, and Amanda strikes her with a dropkick to the chest, as Desirae collapses. Amanda then covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NOPE!!! Desirae kicks out!

Amanda doesn't miss the beat as she quickly gets back up, dragging a ragdolling Desirae with her. After pressing Desi against the corner, Gray starts unloading with knife edge chops to Kain's chest, before taking two steps back, splashing into Desirae with a knee to her chest, and following that up with a somersault cutter!

Zack: Flipping cutter, Amanda isn't letting Desirae get away with murder here!

Bianca: That was BEAUTIFUL! I told you I had faith in Amanda. We may be closing in on the first fall here!

Feeling the momentum back on her side, Amanda tests the ropes and hops onto the bottom rope, flipping in the air and scoring a moonsault... to the mat, as Desirae rolls out of the way and Mandy falls flat on her face. Mandy voluntarily rolls over, and Desirae smirks, staring down at her opponent and opening her arms, signaling for the Coup de Grace... Until she is sent jumping much like Tom (from Tom & Jerry) when something bites his tail: Amanda returns Desirae's tailbone shot with an uppercut right to that very spot of her own!

Bianca: HAH! Turnabout is one bitch of a fair play!

Mark: Now Desirae knows what Amanda felt when she had her tailbone attacked, and her defense is wide open!

Amanda gets back to her feet and unloads with elbows and forearms to Desirae's head, cornering the French. With a snapmare, Amanda puts Desirae laying on the mat, before turning to the ropes and executing what would have been a picture perfect Arabic 450... hadn't Desirae risen her knees! Amanda lands with her stomach right into Desirae's knees and collapses to the mat coughing, and Desirae quickly rolls over Mandy for the cover!

Mark: KAIN WITH HER KNEES UP! AMANDA LANDED HORRIBLY THERE!

Zack: We may see the first fall here, guys!

Bianca: And NOT for the right person!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING!

Cory: The winner of the first fall... Desirae Kain!

Desirae quickly rolls out of the ring and takes a bow to the boooing crowd and screams at the -- "I TOLD YOU! THAT WASN'T HARD!" --, before... making her way up the entrance ramp?

Bianca: She... She's bailing?!

Zack: I think she believes that's enough, and we can end the match now...

Mark: Can someone please remind her this is two out of three? She capitalized on that opportunity, but she needs to do that one more time!

It REALLY looks like Desirae wants nothing else with the match after she won (the first fall), but again, Amanda is having none of it. Gray rolls out of the ring and comes like a bat out of hell at Desirae, striking her with a clubbing shot to the back of the head. Desirae falls, and Amanda again starts unloading with kicks and more kicks! And while the crowd is loving it, Davis is telling them to bring it back to the ring, and the double countout begins. At the count of 4, Amanda brings Desirae to her feet and drags her back to ringside. 5, Desirae fights back and throws Amanda into the steel steps. Amanda arches in pain, and Desirae takes a couple of steps of distance. 6, Desirae sprints into Amanda and spins around herself, her feet taking off as her hand hits the ground... 7, Amanda dodges and Desirae hits La TGV kick to the CORNER POST! The French IMMEDIATELY crumbles and screams like a child in pain holding her leg in pain, as Amanda recovers from the back hit. 8, Amanda finds forces to get up, bring Desirae to her feet... or foot... and dump her back into the mat, rolling in right after her. With Desirae on her stomach, Amanda climbs on top of her and, sliding Desi's arm across her own neck, locks in a tight cobra, while pulling Desirae's upper body upwards! Desirae immediately starts screaming "STOP! STOP!", and referee takes that as a submission!

DING!

Mark: DESIRAE SUBMITS! SHE'S SCREAMING FOR MERCY!

Zack: THIS COUNTS! IT'S LIKE SAYING "I QUIT!" THAT'S A FALL FOR AMANDA GRAY!

Amanda keeps the hold well locked in for a while, to the point the referee has to drag her away from Desirae, and the Carolinean seems well proud of her job, as Desirae is coughing...

Cory: The winner of the second fall... Amanda Gray!

... until she hears that, and immediately gets back up, arguing with Melinda Davis, screaming at her -- "I DIDN'T TAP! DID YOU SEE ME TAP?! ARE YOU BLIND OR WHAT?!" -- while the referee tries explaining, to no avail, screaming like that counts as quitting, so the fall is valid. Amanda, who has had far more than enough of Desirae's whining, runs the ropes and, in the most unexpected course of action, leapfrogs OVER MELINDA DAVIS and cleans Desirae's clock with a dropkick to her head! Desirae is sent to the ropes, and collapses like a sack of bricks, dragging herself closer to the center of the ring before crumbling for good. That's when Amanda smirks and kicks Desirae so to flip her, positions herself and leaps, executing a phoenix splash to Desirae's prone body! After that, Amanda covers!

Bianca: HAH! BEST USE OF REFEREE IN THE WAY E-V-E-R!!!

Zack: Amanda just leapt OVER referee Melinda Davis and that was... BRILLIANT!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- WHOOOOOPS!

Suddenly Amanda is pulled ever so slightly before she can get the kickout! Whoever did that immediately slides under the ring, and nobody sees it!

Mark: ... wait, what? Did... Did Desirae kick out, or am I seeing things...?

Zack: I'm pretty sure I saw someone come from under the ring, pull Amanda and then roll back... I may be wrong, but...

Amanda gets up in a rage and puts her head between the mid and top ropes to see what happened. That's when Desirae finds a chance to get a final sprint second wind, kip up back to her feet and leap on Amanda's back, forcing her neck against the mid rope with a mushroom stomp. Amanda chokes and crumbles, using the bottom rope as leverage to get up. Desirae then mounts on the bottom rope herself, with Mandy between her legs, and starts choking Gray squeezing her neck with her knee against the bottom rope. The referee quickly starts the 5-count, and Desirae doesn't let go. When the Melinda hits 5, she basically drags Desirae away from Amanda, telling her to quit with the illegal holds. Desirae stars arguing with Davis, telling her to do her job... And in the meanwhile, at the edge of the ring, whoever pulled Amanda from her cover comes out from under the ring and, with a high leap, dropkicks Amanda to the FACE, knocking the young wrestler out! Amanda crumbles back into the ring, and Desirae walks past Davis, proudly putting a foot over Amanda's chest for the cover, and promptly yelling at Davis to count.

Bianca: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

Zack: THERE WAS SOMEONE UNDER THE RING!

ONE...

TWO...

Mark: OH COME ON! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

... THREE!

DING DING DING!

Desirae then slaps her hands clean, as she's joined inside the ring by...

Zack: W-Wait, isn't that--?!

Mark: IT'S ARIANNA MANNING! ARIANNA MANNING JUST GIFTWRAPPED DESIRAE KAIN THAT WIN!

Bianca: *dropping headset*

Cory: With the third fall, the winner of this match... DESIRAE! KAIN!

As the two halves of Pink, Inc. jump and rejoice in the ring, Bianca quickly slides into it. This makes Arianna and Desirae bail immediately, mocking the Future Shock rookie as they walk up the ramp and celebrate having had the final word at that evening.

Zack: Arianna Manning has returned to FFW... And... She just made sure Amanda Gray wouldn't leave New Orleans with her win!

Mark: And what spells worse here, ladies and gentlemen -- PINK, INC. IS BACK IN BUSINESS... And DEFINITELY NOT in the way we'd like it!

As Arianna and Desirae mock everybody in attendance and rejoice in their "victory", we fade out into something different.


Scarlett Focus

The show heads to the back, and we find Amber Carano with her favorite guest, which brings quite a pop from the crowd.

Amber: Joining me at this time, one of the women competing in tonight’s main event, that being Ten Femme Chaos. Scarlett, thanks for joining me. And the first thing I want to get a response on is what we saw at the opening of tonight’s Pay Per View. And that was a very emotional address from your husband, who may be unemployed before we leave the air tonight.

The red haired wrestler nods her head solemnly.

Scarlett: You’re right. He laid his heart bear. The truth is...this has always been more than just a job to him. It’s been his life and his passion for five years. He lives and breathes this company; he’s nurtured it and he’s seen it grow from a sapling with a lot of potential to the behemoth that you see right now and a lot of the reason why it’s a billion dollar company today can be traced back to decisions he’s made - like the talent he’s signed and concepts like Future Shock. It’s no lie that he’ll take calls at all hours, nor is it a lie that there are times that I pretty much have to force him at times to take a night off. Tonight it’s up to me and four of this company’s finest to make sure that it’s not his last night and that he still has a job when we head back to the hotel.

Amber: Do you agree with his own admission that agreeing to this match was a bad idea? Do you think it was a foolish decision when it certainly seemed to be Isabella’s end at Chaos Theory before he stopped Miss Star?

The wrestler’s shoulders shrug.

Scarlett: Maybe it was foolish and yeah he could have let Samantha finish her thought and swing the axe. But it’s done now and nothing’s going to change the decisions that have been taken and I really can’t concern myself with whether it was a mistake or not. My sole focus tonight is on playing my part in the main event and making sure that it was merely a stay of execution at Chaos Theory.

Amber: How do you feel about the announcement recently that Miss Star has hired a special guest referee for the match? Last time, it was the Pain Train who many said did a very good job.

Scarlett: Yes she did, Penny did an excellent job last time around and I’m sure the person that Samantha has hired for tonight’s match will live up to that same high standard too. And they are most definitely going to be needed; it’s called Ten Femme Chaos for good reason and given the team that Isabella has picked - and given that Isabella’s job is on the line - I’m sure the referees will have their hands full trying to keep a lid on this match and making sure that it stays clean and remains a fair five on five fight from bell to bell. I’m looking forward to finding out who Samantha has picked for such an important task.

Amber: Cody promised that those who competed for Isabella would get no reprisal from him if he kept his job, essentially promising no vengeance on his part. How likely do you think that is if Isabella wins tonight?

For a moment Scarlett lets out a laugh.

Scarlett: Isabella wins tonight and I’m pretty certain she’ll have put plans in motion to punish all of us who dared stand against her. I’m sure there’ll be no small amount of gloating and then we’ll find ourselves subjected to that sick, twisted imagination of hers. I know as well as anyone how vindictive Isabella can be from our years long rivalry and I’m sure we’ll see it come out again should her five champions be victorious tonight. Probably as early as tomorrow morning. But it’s a risk that we all knew about when we signed to represent Cody and if it comes down to that we’ll take everything she has to throw at us and overcome it; throw it back in her face and leave her with egg on her face and feeling remarkably frustrated.

Amber: If tonight is your husband’s last night in FFW, if your team fails….where does he go from here?

The girl’s eyebrows rise and fall as she takes a deep breath and lets it out.

Scarlett: I guess we’ll probably go back to the hotel.

The Louisiana native grins at her interrogator.

Scarlett: Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve contemplated. It’s not a discussion that I’ve had with him. In the past when things have been...strained, shall we say...other offers have appeared on the table pretty quickly and pretty regularly, from both inside and outside this industry. IF we happen to fail, I’m sure he’ll find a new direction just as soon as he’s ready to.

Amber nods at that as we head back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following is a triple threat match for the #1 Contendership for the Television Championship!

Hohoemi No Bakudan begins to blast across the speakers. The moment it does we are able to see Jennifer Williams emerging from the back curtain wearing a long hooded robe. She has her lightsaber attached at the waist and isn’t alone as her padawan Rachel follows behind her in a long robe as she has a padawan braid dangling from her hair. Master Daniel Pollaski is also in a robe as well as he just follows close watching from behind.

Cory Kincaid: Introducing first, from Coruscant by way of Bronx, New York. Being accompanied to the ring by Padawan Rachel Moore & Master Daniel Pollaski. She is “The Jedi” Jennifer Williams!!!!!

Jenny meditates as she slowly makes her way to the ring as Rachel seems attached by the hip walking right behind Jenny. Daniel just heads down to the ring. Jenny stops as she slaps some of the hands of the fans cheering her on. She quickly slides into the ring which gets a major pop from the crowd. She pulls out her green lightsaber twirling it around before she turns it off handing it to Rachel. She takes her robe off handing it to Daniel as she awaits patiently for things to get underway.

Mark: The self proclaimed Jedi is ready for a fight that’s for sure, but she’s two very fired up opponents to face tonight.

Mai: Can we just say Jenny’s crazy. Like that’s it, no names, no gimmicks, the girl’s nuts.

The referee refuses to let Pollaski and Rachel stay near the ring, sending both of them packing up the ramp, clearly wanting a good clean match.

Icon for Hire's "Off With Her Head" rocks the arena, as Samantha Tolson bounces through the curtain and down the entryway, slapping fives with the fans on the way.

Cory: And her opponent, from Jefferson City, Missouri....she is the first-ever female graduate of Camp Nightfall....standing five-feet-nine-inches tall, weighing one-hundred forty-seven pounds.....this is SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!!

Mark: Samantha is someone with a lot to prove here tonight, but she’s got one very intense Lioness and a...Jedi in her way.

Mai: Drunky McGee is gonna try to take on these two? Heh, good luck.

The flute introduction of "Animal" plays through the sound system, as Leona comes out. She looks over the cheering crowd, pointing at two random spots into the audience before letting out a loud roar, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system.

Cory: And their opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico... LEONA VEGA!

She then sprints and hops onto the ring apron, and in the same impact, she hops over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring. Soaking in the crowd's cheers, she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to taunt the crowd, roaring at them, pumping her arm and acknowledging them, before jumping back down and facing the ring.

Mark: Leona has made it clear she’s not really fans of either of these two and the number one contender’s spot is the only thing in her sights.

Mai: As it should be. Still don’t get why she left Team Kyle, I liked her better then.

The bell rings and we’re off. Leona rushes in at Jenny and Tolson rushes Leona. The trio start wailing on one another with forearms and clubbing blows until Jenny slips away and Leona ducks a right hand from Tolson and hits the air, hitting her with a jumping short arm lariat. As she turned into an enziguri from Williams that had her stumbling. Jenny slipped behind and went for a quick rollup only for Samantha to hop from her knees to hit an axe handle to break up the pin. Jenny rolls away as does Leona as all three get up to their feet. The trio circle one another and suddenly both Leona and Sam turn on Jenny with stereo clotheslines that drop the high flyer to the ground. But as soon as she falls Leona turns on Samantha, wailing on her a few times to send the Missouri native stumbling. Leona goes for a clothesline but Samantha ducked under, wrapping her arms around Leona and hitting a stiff backdrop suplex.

Mark: What a way to get things going and as we can tell, nobody is holding anything back.

Mai: That’s the most generic thing I’ve ever heard, Horton.

Samantha doesn’t let up, pulling Leona to her feet and whipping the Mexican wrestler into the turnbuckle. Tolson charges in, right into a boot from Leona that sends her staggering right into Jenny Williams. Williams clotheslines Tolson out of her boots, only for Leona to springboard off the ropes and hit Samantha with a hurricanrana that sends her rolling to the middle of the ring and Leona dives for the cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Leona pulls Samantha to her feet, drilling the woman with a flurry of hard knees to the gut and straightened her up with a backhand chop only to whip Tolson into the ropes. As Tolson rebounds off the ropes she runs right into a jumping roundhouse kick from Leona that flattens her in a heap. Before Vega can capitalize however, Jenny grabs her from behind and drops her with a quick reverse DDT, quickly slipping over Samantha for a pin.

ONE!

T-KICKOUT!!

Mark: This match is just nonstop, you blink you’ll miss something.

Mai: Remind me to blink.

Jenny rises as Leona sits up, holding her head. Williams runs off the ropes and comes right back in for a low dropkick that nails Vega in the face. Jenny doesn’t let up, running over Tolson (making sure to stomp on her along the way) only to rebound off the ropes and run back again using Tolson like a springboard, hitting a two foot stomp before hitting a senton on Leona, again trying a pin.

ONE!

TW-NO!

Tolson pulled Jenny off just in time but took a boot to the mouth for her troubles, and Jenny got to her feet as Tolson rolled away. Jenny pulled up Vega, for a ddt but got shoved back into the corner. Leona rammed her shoulder into Jenny’s gut repeatedly to break her grip. As Jenny clutches her stomach and Leona is doubled over still, Tolson was up and caught Williams with a wheel kick that sent her toppling over the ropes to the outside. Leona was whipped into the ropes and she came back, ducking under a clothesline and coming around again to spear Samantha out of her boots! As Tolson rolled onto her hands and knees while Jenny got to her feet on the outside. Leona looked around and adjusted her mask before running off the far ropes again, charging in as fast as possible and Tolson is used as a springboard yet again so Vega can hit a somersault plancha over the top ropes and crash down upon Jenny!

Mai: That’s the most useful Samantha’s been all match!

Mark: Are we watching the same match?

Mai: Wait, you’re actually watching?

Leona gets to her feet and holds her hands up as the crowd roared in approval, while Samantha had forced herself up to her feet. Taking a second to try and regain her breath Samantha ran off the ropes towards Leona, but the Lioness had her scouted. Just as Tolson was about to hit a suicide dive Leona hopped up, kicking her right in the face and forcing the Missouri native to crumple on the spot, lying on the edge of the apron holding her face. Leona sent a few stomps to Jenny before climbing onto the apron to pull Samantha to her feet only to take a few stiff shots to the ribs to break her grip. In a flash Samantha slipped behind Leona and wrapped her arms around the luchadora. Before Leona could think she was up and over, the back of her head and neck slamming hard on the apron for a nasty german suplex variation! Leona toppled to the arena floor in a heap, and Samantha lay on the apron, panting from the exertion.

Mai: Ok that was well done, for Tolson.

Mark: This woman is fighting her heart out, all three of them are. Would you show them some respect?

Mai: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over my martini.

Leona was out on the floor but Jenny was getting up, climbing into the ring as Tolson tried to slowly rise to her feet on the inside too. The duo glanced to one another, Jenny holding her back as Samantha was showing signs of fatigue. THe two women locked up in the middle of the ring, a classic wrestling clinch as they struggle for the offense, pushing and keeping one another at bay until Jenny ducks down for an arm drag, taking Sam for a ride. Samantha gets up quick only to get an enziguri to the temple, sending her down. Jenny ran to the ropes, springboarding off for a moonsualt, landing hard and going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Somehow Samantha’s arm shot up in time, the Jedi looking shocked.  Jenny gets up, pulling Samantha to her feet only to have the brunette fall back suddenly from a sweep as the Lioness was back in the ring. Leona hit her capoeira sweep on Samantha, and kept the momentum to clock Jenny with a nasty butterfly kick that sent her packing. Samantha was already getting up and charged at Leona, who jumped up and hits a hurricanrana! Samantha’s body is flipped over, crashing into the corner upside down. The way she landed had the Missouri born wrestler hung up, and before Leona could do anything we see Jenny Williams was up on the top rope. Williams rubbed her cheek where Leona had kicked but stood tall, the crowd going nuts. Wisely Leona got her distance and Jenny went airborne, flying clear across the ring from one turnbuckle to the next, all her momentum coming down upon Samantha Tolson with a massive coast to coast dropkick!  Tolson flops from the corner clutching her ribs and Jenny holds her back in pain, but goes for a pin.  Before Jenny can even try however, Leona yanks her off.

Mark: What a move! This New Orleans crowd is going bananas!

Mai: Ok...that was impressive, but Leona’s still very much in this and nobody is getting any pinfalls while someone else is still standing.

Jenny gets up quick and goes for another enziguri, but Leona falls back with a matrix type dodge only to pop back up with a smirk. Leona went for a jumping roundhouse kick but Jenny fell back with the same dodge, the crowd chanting their names.  Both Jenny and Leona smirked at one another as Tolson, looking exhausted, got to her feet and ran to try and clothesline them both. Both Jenny and Leona fell back in unison, simultaneously doing matrix dodges under Samantha’s arms. As Sam turned back around she got pulled into a double vertical suplex, her body crashing down onto the mat so hard she bounced. Leona was about to scramble for a pin when Jenny pulled her up, clocking her with a series of forearm shots, pulling the luchadora into what was going to be her Sweet Dreams cutter but Leona shoved her away and into the ropes. Jenny turned to get a kick to the gut, pulled into a 3/4 facelock and then spins 180° degrees, putting an elbow over her opponent's chest as she crashes down, combining a neckbreaker with a Burning Sword.

Mark: Lioness' Bite!

ONE!

TWO!!!

THR-KICKOUT!!!


The crowd was going nuts as Jenny somehow got her arm up, Leona staring blankly at the ref in utter disbelief.

Mai: SLOW COUNT!

Mark: That seemed on the money, Mai. Jenny’s not done yet.

Leona shakes her head and mutters something as she goes to pull Jenny up, but before she can Samantha goes for a roll up as Jenny rolls away.

ONE!

TWO!


KICKOUT!

Leona rolls away with eyes wide, she knew how close that was while Tolson got to her feet holding out her thumb and index finger with a playful smile. Leona however did not look so amused, she came at Tolson with a series of chops only to be given the same in return. Chops, elbows, knees, kicks, you name it they alternated back and forth with neither giving an inch. Finally Leona took a rather stiff back elbow to the jaw, sending her stumbling and a headscissor takedown kept the Lioness from retaliating.  But as Samantha got up we see Jenny Williams once again on the top rope, wobbly but determined.

Mark: Jenny’s up again. Maybe she is a jedi, because no normal person would be able to keep climbing up like she can.

Mai: ...crazy people could. Just saying.

As Tolson turned Jenny went flying, flipping forward for her Jenny Go Round!

Mark: This is-no!!

Samantha caught Jenny and dropped, reversing the flipping senton pin into a powerbomb pin! Jenny crashed down hard onto the mat and Samantha held her for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!!!

THRE-NO!!!

Leona just barely clobbered Tolson to break the count at the last millisecond. Leona pulled Samantha up to her feet, doubling her over with a knee to the gut only to run off the ropes and drill her skull with a hard running knee strike that sends Tolson crumpling.  Leona was panting heavily as Samantha lay on the mat, her gaze shifting to Jenny, who was barely on her feet. Shaking her head in frustration Leona grabbed Williams and sent the woman running into the ropes, coming back fast. But as she came back Jenny picked up the speed and turned whatever Leona was about to try into a wheelbarrow facebuster, both of them landing on Tolson!


Mark: Order 66! This could be it!

Mai: Insult to injury? Or just entertaining....for a crazy person.

Mark:Bet you’d be the type to say Sylvia Crowley was sane.

Mai: She’s eccentric, there’s a difference.

Mark: ....right.

Jenny sat there, both of her opponents barely moving, pain written all over her face. She went for a pin of Leona.

ONE!

TWO!


....

Leona’s foot was on the ropes and Jenny rolled off with a groan of frustration. Slowly she rose, using the ropes and pulled Leona to her feet, while Samantha clutched her ribs but used the ropes on the other side too. With a deep breath Jenny bounced off the ropes and got behind Leona, once, twice, three times she spun around the woman for her double rotation headscissor with one extra rotation for good measure! Leona went flying like a sack of potatoes. As soon as Tolson got to her feet however her jaw was jacked with a superkick from Jenny, sending her sprawling once more. Looking around Jenny clapped her hands as Leona got to her feet coming in only for Leona to duck her grapple and pull Williams in and up onto her shoulders for a fireman’s carry.

Mark: Could this be El Pilote?!

Leona took a few steps only for Jenny to squirm free! Williams dropped and hopped up, catching Vega with her cutter! Leona fell flat from Jenny’s Sweet Dreams!  The crowd was going absolutely nuts as Jenny warily climbed up the turnbuckle.

Mark: Tolson is down and groggy, Leona’s gotta be out cold. We know what this is. Jenny’s setting up for a Force Leap!

With a deep breath Jenny looked around, the crowd on its feet and chanting for her. She looked down at Leona and was about to jump when Tolson was on the apron, she lunged and shoved Jenny, sending the woman flying off the top turnbuckle! Jenny’s head hit the apron and she fell to the outside, Samantha Tolson replacing her on the top rope. Not giving a second though Tolson flew, flipping in the air and crashing down upon Leona with a picture perfect 450 splash!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Icon for Hire's "Off With Her Head" hits the speakers and Samantha Tolson looks just as shocked as everyone as her music plays.

Cory: The winner of your match and number one contender for the Television Title.....SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!

Mark: Not sure if she played possum or it was all adrenaline but Samantha Tolson possibly picked up an upset tonight, and likely proved to all in this division she’s no laughing matter! What a win for the Missouri born woman!

Mai: Travesty, disgusting, utterly dis...meh at least it’s not the crazy-er girl.

Samantha used the ropes to help rise, the ref holding her hand high as she grinned from ear to ear, the crowd roaring in approval of the match.  Leaning against the turnbuckle, holding her ribs Samantha had the biggest smile, we cut from this to commercial for the shopping site.


Jo’s Ready

The next thing we see is that of Amber once again with another member of Cody’s team, that being Jo McFarlane.

Amber: Earlier tonight, we heard from Cody Kincaid at the top of the show and then his wife a little while ago as well. Jo, I’d like to hear your thoughts on what we heard from your longtime friend in a very emotional admission from him when Relentless came on the air.

Jo: I think we all knew coming into this that for this to potentially be the last time he stood there, addressing the masses. It...the...do you know something, Amber? I've known Cody since before Samantha Star so much as conjured FFW in her head; SVW was a tiny regional promotion in the north east when I met him. Until tonight I'd seen him in every emotional state I thought was possible. Except what we saw at the top of the show. Cody, in only a couple of minutes, proved that he loves this company more than anyone who isn't Samantha. He's done everything in his power to make it the best it can be. And this...this is how it might end. At the hands of women who don't care about anything which is not their own ego.

Amber: Sounds to me like seeing that earlier tonight has inspired you even more than you may have been originally, if that’s possible. I’m curious if you think Isabella would be that strongly upset in the same way, if her team failed. Do you think Isabella is as attached to what she does as Cody is at what he does?

Jo: I...I don't know, to be honest. I've been on and off terms with Isabella for a long time, and I would like to believe that I know her, even if past experience and reaction have proved otherwise. I do know that she works for what she believes in, and her heart is in it. It's that which makes me think she might be. But it's the fact she managed to make it about her and therefore she wins anyway that makes me think she might not. And Amber...I don't think I've ever been so fired up. Ever.

Amber: I touched on this with Scarlett earlier, but you may have more insight. We found out that Samantha Star brought in a special guest referee for the match. Last year in this match, it was Penny Buchanan, who most thought did an admirable job. Do you have any idea who this referee is? And in either event, do you think Miss Star favors one over the other, and that’s why perhaps she hired a special referee instead of just letting one of our normal officials handle it?

Jo: Well, I don't know if Samantha cares. We haven't discussed it, really. And I don't know who the referee is. Wish I did! I also don't really have logic as to why it's a special guest referee. That's something you would need to ask her.

Amber: Well I would lo--

Voice: Then go ahead.

Amber turns and looks back as the owner of FFW walks into the shot with her and Jo. Samantha folds her arms across her chest as she looks to the pair.

Amber: Oh! Hello, Miss Star. I was just asking Jo why you hired a special referee for this match.

Jo: She isn't the only one, but I was happy to wait until after.

Samantha: The answer is very simple, I thought I covered this. In this match, there is no room for error. A missed call or a bad call can and will change the future of this company. And I want someone who knows all those little tricks that can cause those kinds of calls to happen. Someone who knows what to look for, and someone who is more than ready to ensure that this match ends the way it must...with a pinfall or a submission.

Jo: Would it have been wise to have three as well then? Though that may draw a where's the line predicament...

Samantha: Two is plenty, especially since I have taken measures to prevent anything untoward from taking place outside the ring. Referee Jennifer Stringer will be positioned on the floor, and a backup in case something happens to the first referee. I will also be barring all managers from ringside during that match. That includes valets and bodyguards as well. The only two people permitted on the floor during Ten Femme Chaos will be Cody and Isabella.

Jo nods, a weary smile on her lips.

Jo: No Isis, good. Isabella...that could go one of two ways. And I wouldn't want to call which.

Amber: Who is it, Miss Star?

Samantha: You’ll find out before the match begins. And personally, I look forward to seeing both of their faces when they see who it is, Amber. That will be a true Kodak moment.

The owner walks away after that as Amber looks back to Jo again.

Amber: Okay…..

Jo: I don't know if I should be scared or not...

Amber: Ten Femme Chaos just got a lot more intriguing, if you ask me. Thanks for your time tonight, Jo.

Amber looks a bit bewildered as we cut back to the ring.




We are shown a clip of the issues surrounding the Femme Fatales and the McFarlane sisters before we head back to the ring for the tag team match between them.

Zack: As you just saw, the Femme Fatales took some exception to comments made by my former broadcast partner, Erica Horton. And it’s been a war of words since then. Cammie, who knew the Fatales had such thin skins?

Cammie: Are you kidding? Look, when you have that many sizable egos in once place, there’s plenty there to deflate. Honestly, I’m not even sure this is about that though. I think they saw a chance to make an example of Erica, make a point, and they took it. Pack mentality and all that.

Cory: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is a tag team contest.

“Miss Murder” by AFI hits the PA, and Femme Fatales team leaders Tiffany & Stacey walk out to boos from the crowd. Stacey walks in front of Tiff, and raises her arms, before smashing them down as pyro blasts out of the stage, out of which jumps Lollipop. Lolly runs down the ramp, buzzing her chainsaw.

Cory: Making their way to the ring! Accompanied by Tiffany Spencer, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 275 lbs... they are the team of Lollipop... and the DREAM KILLER STACEY... THE FEMME FATALES!!!

As Stacey makes her way to the ring, Lollipop is still frightening everyone with that damn chainsaw. As the Dream Killer gets to the ring, she calls a timeout and tries to get her team focused on the upcoming match.

Zack: To my memory, I think this may be the first time Stacey and Lollipop have teamed together just the two of them. It’s usually all three of them, four if you count Tiffany on the floor.

Cammie: Which you have to, Tiffany’s as much a cog in the machine as the other three. I’m interested to see Arabella left backstage though, I figured they might have used her to garner some fear factor out on the floor.

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

Cory: And their opponents. Introducing first, she hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing at 145 pounds, Valerie Lamb!

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

Zack: The FFW Hall of Fame member, Valerie Lamb, looks ready. She’s dealt with Stacey before just this past year at Anarchy. She has firsthand knowledge of what it takes to get past Stacey, but she’s never faced Lollipop.

Cammie: And honestly, I think Lollipop is the key factor in this match. The Femmes have had trouble keeping her eye on the ball somewhat, and if Tiffany has managed to do that, she has the potential to be very dangerous.

“Hey baby! Hey baby! Hey!
Girls say, boys say!
Hey baby! Hey baby! Hey!
Hey baby, baby!”

The funky beat of No Doubt’s “Hey Baby!” comes out across the speakers. With the changing strobe lights of blue and green, Erica Horton steps out from behind the curtain to a cheer from the fans. She claps her hands above her head, jumping up and down on the spot before starting her walk down the ramp, towards the ring.

Cory: And on her way to the ring, her partner! She comes to us from Edinburgh, Scotland, while residing in Spartanburg, South Carolina! She weighs in at 137 pounds, ERICA! HORTON!

She walks down the  ramp to the beat of the music, seemingly absent to the fact she is swinging her arms a little to the beat. She walks halfway around the ring, towards the steps nearest the announce table. Once she has climbed the stairs, she ducks under the middle rope and retires to her corner, where she raises a hand again to the fans. As the music fades, she uses the ropes to do some last minute stretches.

Zack: All of this began as a result of Erica saying a few things during a match Lollipop had with Casey Atherton a few weeks ago. I was ringside with her, and I didn’t think anything she said was that harsh...at least for her.

Cammie: Well admonishing Erica for being harsh is kinda like admonishing a bear for shitting in the woods. It may be kinda icky at times, but that’s what the bear does, ya know?

Impetuously Lollipop charges across the ring, firing wild right and left hands into Erica’s head and shoulders, connecting repeatedly as Stacey steps out of the ropes and to the outside. The leader of the Femme Fatales watches as Valerie stops the attack on her sibling with a German Suplex, hurling Lollipop through the air and dropping her on her head. Erica steps out onto the apron as Stephen Wilson calls for the bell. Lollipop pushes up to her feet only to eat two stiff forearms to the jaw before Val sends her into the ropes and catches her with a clothesline on her return.

Zack: The veteran of the McFarlane sisters, Valerie has a heavy experience advantage over Lollipop. Not sure if the Femme Fatale is going to show her anything she hasn’t already seen at some point in her career….except maybe the chainsaw.

Cammie: I don’t know. Lollipop’s definitely a special type of snowflake, maybe she can trouble Val. And even if she doesn’t, her failure is likely to be quite spectacular.

As Lollipop rises once more, Val scoops her upwards and into a body slam, following it up with an elbow drop straight into heart. Lollipop sits up, getting a stiff kick into her back before pulling her up to her feet and dropping her into the canvas once more with a side suplex. Lamb pulls the young wrestler to her feet, Irish whipping her into the corner in front of Erica and follows up behind her with an elbow to the side of her face before making the tag. As Erica enters the ring, Val lands a second and third elbow to Lollipops jaw before leaving the ring and letting her sister take over with a series of rapid fire kicks into her gut before Erica brings her out of the corner with a snapmare. Horton climbs up onto the middle rope, waving Lollipop to her feet before leaping off and connecting with a double axe handle to her head, sending her back to the mat. Lollipop starts to stand once more only to find her head hooked by Erica who spins her around and into a neckbreaker. As the Chainsaw fanatic hits the mat, Erica floats over and makes the cover.

Zack: Beautiful neckbreaker, and Erica’s ready to call it a night!

One…

Two…

Cammie: Solid fundamentals there, but it’s way too early to call this one yet.

Lollipop kicks out and Erica kneels up, making the tag to her sister before taking up the mount position on her opponent and firing left and right hands into her head. Wilson starts the five count, Erica rolling away and out of the ring on four, only for Val to catapult herself into the ring with a leg drop to Lollipop’s chest and throat. Rolling over, Val makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Zack: Another near fall for the McFarlane girls, Lollipop isn’t ready to head for the showers just yet.

Cammie: No, but she’s not able to get anything going in there. She needs to get the experience of Stacey in the ring, and try slow this match down.

Lollipop kicks out once more only to find herself dragged to her feet courtesy of the former FFW Champion who double underhooks her arms, driving knees into her gut before dropping her face first into the mat with a DDT. Valerie quickly gets to her feet and takes off towards the far ropes, hitting them and receiving a kick in the back from the Dream Killer. Val holds her back for a moment before she glares at the experienced Englishwoman, finally turning her attention back to Lollipop as she starts to get to her feet and sets off towards her once more, looking for a running knee only for Lollipop to spin away from the contact, grabbing hold of Val’s arm as she passes and yanks her backwards violently, causing her to slam back first into the mat. Lollipop takes a moment to recover as Val makes it to her knees and the Femme Fatale grabs hold of her hair and slams her face first into the canvas with a sitout facebuster before washing her face back and forth over the mat.

Zack: This must be Lollipop’s version of motorboating….with the canvas for Valerie!

Cammie: Certainly not the most fun kind of motorboating, that’s for sure.

With two handfuls of hair, Lollipop pulls her opponent upwards before jerking her backwards, sending the back of her head into the canvas once more. Taking the opportunity, Lollipop begins to stomp away on her head repeatedly before scraping her boot across her forehead. As Wilson reprimands her, Lollipop brings Val to her feet, scooping her upwards and into a backbreaker before throwing her towards the ropes. Forcing her throat first across the bottom rope as she stands on her back, holding onto the top rope, Lollipop waves to the crowd getting loud boos from the sold out crowd, stepping off on four. Pulling her upwards, Lollipop fires Valerie across the ring, catching her on the return with a bicycle kick to the face and makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Cammie: Lollipop seems to have got her wave going again, but I still think she’s been in there too long. She should make a tag, and that’s the lack of experience there I think.

Lollipop gets to her feet and begins to skip in a circle around the ring, waving to the fans as Val begins to get upright only for the girl to speed up and launch herself at the woman with a clothesline, Lollipop landing on her ass as Val hits hard on her back. Sitting on the canvas, the mentally unstable heel blows kisses to the fans before getting upwards, lifting Val from the canvas and into a slingshot suplex. Rolling away Lollipop comes to her feet, bouncing excitedly only for Stacey to shout instructions to her, the girl nodding her head as she pulls Lamb up to her feet and pulls her forward before shoving her backwards into the Femme Fatale corner, following up with a series of elbow strikes into her head as Stacey slaps her on the shoulder. Wilson makes the count, getting to four before seeing Stacey pull Lollipop away and order her to the outside. Lollipop pouts for a moment before finally accepting the instructions offered to her and as Stacey turns her attention to Val, the Scot catches the Londoner with a roundhouse kick to the side of her head causing her to stumble and fall into the ropes. Val drops backward to the corner, throwing an elbow into the jaw of Lollipop and sending her down off the ring apron.

Cammie: Well, Stacey apparently agreed with me, but that was not the opportune moment for the tag, as Stacey got caught! And Lolly’s down too!

Zack: Val sent Lollipop to the floor, caught her daydreaming in the corner. And now Stacey’s in for the ride!

As Stacey rebounds off the ropes, Val catches her with a crescent kick to the jaw, once more sending her back into the ropes. As the Femme Fatale bounces back towards the middle of the ring once more Val takes sends her in for the ride and tosses her overhead on the return with a back body drop. Val takes a moment to recover from Lollipops attack, turning and cutting off Stacey’s rise with three vicious uppercuts that send her backwards into a neutral corner. Lamb quickly follows her in and sends her sprawling out of the corner with a monkey flip. Getting back to her feet, Val fires a series of stiff kicks into Stacey’s back as the Londoner sits up, causing her to roll away and begin to rise to her feet only for Val to cut her off once more, wrapping her arms around her waist and looking to hit a belly to belly suplex only for Stacey to block it. Val tries again, only to find it blocked and this time gets a bell clap to both ears that causes her to release her hold and Stacey follows up with an eye rake to the Hall of Famer.

Zack: There’s some definite history here, these two flat out don’t like each other. Stacey trying to gouge her eyes out with those nails.

Cammie: Stacey doesn’t like many people in fairness. Neither does Val come to think of it...

Stephen Wilson reprimands Stacey for the eye rake only to get ignored as Stacey steps forward, gripping her opponent by the back of the neck as she brings three quick knees upwards into her gut. As Valerie stumbles backward, the Dream Killer goes after her once more, driving a front kick into her knee cap, causing Val to drop to one knee and as soon as she does so, Stacey steps up and delivers a shining wizard to the back of her skull. Rolling her over onto her back the Femme Fatale makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Cammie: Big knee strike there, and Stacey has control of the match. And this is what I like about Stacey. The pacing. She knows how to pace a match, and keep it firmly in her grasp.

Val rolls a shoulder to kick out only for Stacey to roll to her feet, waving Val upwards as she begins to rise and springboards off the ropes behind, catching her with a kick to the back of the head once more that knocks her to the mat. Quickly Stacey pulls Lamb to her feet and sends her into a neutral corner once more, chasing in behind her and scaling the turnbuckles quickly as she slides down her back to the outside and with the aid of the ropes locks in the Tarantula. Wilson begins his count, getting to four and a half before releasing Val, dropping her to the canvas. Stacey rises on the apron and ascends to the top rope as her foe rolls away and gets to her feet, only to be met with a flying clothesline from the multi-skilled former SVW Champion. The Scot hits the mat hard, the back of her head bouncing roughly prompting her to grab hold of her neck with her hands, only for Stacey to stomp down on her midsection before crashing into her with a standing Shooting Star Press, Stacey hooks the leg for the cover.

Cammie: COVER!!!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: Erica stopped that, I’m not sure if Valerie was going to kick out after that Shooting Star press.

Wilson never gets a chance to complete the count as Erica comes in and makes the save with a stomp to Stacey’s head, only for Lollipop to enter the ring and go after Erica only for the red head to side step the onrushing hyper wrestler and catch her with a dropkick that sends her chest first into the turnbuckle. As she staggers backward, Erica grabs hold of her head and sends her fellow Scot into the kneeling Stacey, knocking the air out of her as she bundles her to the mat. Lollipop tries to help her upwards only for Stacey to shove her towards the Femme Fatales corner and turns back to her opponent just in time to see Val dive, making the tag and Erica leap onto the top rope and into a missile dropkick that catches the legal Fatale in the chest, again knocking her back to the canvas winded.

Zack: A much needed tag, and Erica’s in with a burst of energy!

Cammie: Oh shit, Stacey needs to stop drop and roll, ‘cause there’s a volcano erupting right now!

As Stacey tries to rise, Erica backs up a couple of steps before she builds up a head of steam and charges forward, leaving her feet and using her momentum to spin around her body, catching Stacey’s head and driving her downwards into the canvas with a DDT. Once more Erica stalks her opponent, waiting until she gets to her knees before leaping on her shoulders and sending her to the mat with a hurricanrana that sees the Londoner land face first. Almost immediately Horton pulls Stacey to her knees and instantly launches into her Bubbly series of MMA kicks, Stacey riding the shots as she pushes to her feet only to be knocked down to the mat with a superkick. Erica dives on top of Stacey, hooking the inside leg and making the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Cammie: The superkick of dreams, and it nearly sent the Dream Killer to dreamland for good there!

Stacey manages to kick out and once more gets brought to her feet by Horton, who drags her into her sister’s corner, the pair making the tag as Erica drops down to her knees to land a jawbreaker. As Stacey stumbles, Val charges across the ring, hitting the opposite ropes and into a dropkick to Stacey’s knee that makes contact at the same time as Erica ghosting behind her and landing a pele kick to the top of her head. Val quickly dives into the cover as Erica steps out to the apron.

Cammie: Up and down, and we have a cover!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: I thought it was over right there after the pele kick, but Stacey’s a lot tougher than she gets credit for being at times. There’s the proof!

Stacey’s shoulder pops up only to immediately collapse back down to the mat once more. Val checks with Stephen Wilson who makes the two count call that she accepts and brings Stacey slowly to her feet, grabbing her around the waist and looking to put the match away with the Lamb To The Slaughter gut wrench power bomb only for Stacey to feel it coming and launch herself toward the ropes, grabbing hold of the middle one. Val tries to pull her away while she still has her caught around the waist, Wilson moving into position to start a count that proves to be totally unnecessary as Stacey brings her boot upwards into Val’s groin. Lamb stumbles backward in pain while Stacey gets her wits about her, finally turning towards Lamb and looking to make the opening count. Unfortunately for Stacey, Lamb sees her coming, catching her with a drop toe hold that she quickly transitions into the Rapturous Descent STF submission, Val pulling backwards hard on her head and neck. Wilson gets down to ask Stacey if she wishes to submit only for Stacey to refuse.

Zack: I can’t recall the last time I saw Stacey tap out or quit, but who could blame her with that STF locked in the way it is!

Cammie: Stacey’s too stubborn for her own good. She’s too proud to quit usually, but it’s always better to give up than risk serious injury in my opinion.

Val pulls back further on the hold, Stacey still fighting it but starting to fade only for Lollipop to enter the ring. The official sees the Dunfermline born wrestler entering the match though and cuts her off quickly, arguing with her and telling her to get out and with his attention distracted, Tiffany slides under the bottom rope, grabbing Stacey’s ankle and pulls her backwards with her, only letting go when her foot is under the bottom rope, slamming her hands on the apron to make Wilson aware as Lollipop steps to the outside. Immediately Wilson begins a five count, getting to four before Val releases the hold with Stacey’s movements slow as she looks pretty much out of it.

Zack: I think Stacey’s about done, ripe for the pickings going by how lethargic she seems in the ring.

Cammie: Yeah, Val & Erica have taken her apart this past few minutes, and that STF knda puts the cherry on it. She needs to get Lollipop in the ring, but even so, that’s putting a lot of pressure on the young Scot. Stacey’s basically helpless, even if she gets the tag, it’s basically a handicap situation.

Slowly Stacey starts to pull herself upright with the aid of the ring ropes, getting to her feet only for Val to spin her around and connect with a European uppercut. Yanking her forward, well away from the ropes, Lamb drives her knee into Stacey’s gut and lifts her upwards for a Gutwrench powerbomb as she doubles over, only for Stacey to shift her weight midway through the move and counter into a sitout facebuster, Stacey collapsing backwards to the canvas as she does so. Val pushes up to all fours after the move, slowly starting to push up to her feet and moves towards the stationary Stacey, pulling her up her hair only for Stacey to surprise her and pull her downwards into a small package.

One…

Two….

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

Cammie: OH! SHE NEARLY STOLE ONE!

Val kicks out in the nick of time and quickly makes it up to her feet only for the Scot to rush towards Stacey before she can get fully vertical and quickly finds herself being driven into the mat with a snap F5. Off balance after delivering the move, Stacey stumbles backwards into the ropes where Lollipop reaches across and slaps her on the shoulder. Darting past Stacey, Lollipop makes for the ring ropes, springing off them into the Suck On This liontamer connecting perfectly with Val and hooks her leg for the cover. Stacey looking stunned before coming to life as she cuts off Erica from breaking up the count.

Zack: Lollipop’s got her! Erica’s trying to save the match, but here comes Stacey!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Cammie: HOLY CRAP! Where did THAT come from?!

Stephen Wilson calls for the bell and helps Lollipop to her feet, raising her hand in victory.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, the team of Lollipop and “The Dream Killer” Stacey...THE FEMME FATALES!!!

Zack: The Femme Fatales pick up a very impressive victory over the McFarlane girls, and you can bet we’ll be hearing about this for a while.

Cammie: Oh, I’m sure we will...

As Stacey moves back to the middle of the ring, Wilson raises both girls hands into the air in victory before going to check on Val as she rolls to the outside, where she is met by Erica. As the siblings help each other, Lollipop is busy skipping around the ring in the celebration, still holding onto Stacey’s hand...only for the Londoner to yank the Scot towards her and into an elbow smash to her jaw, the boos becoming deafening as she does so. She doesn’t allow Lollipop to drop as a second and third elbow to the jaw follows it before Stacey lifts her upwards onto her shoulders and drops her into the canvas with the Kiss of Death (Death Valley Driver).

Zack: Kiss of Death! What the hell is going on here?! Stacey is laying waste to Lollipop….and she won the match for the team!

Cammie: Stacey turning on an ally? Never saw that coming, it can’t have happened more than six times in her career tops...

The boos somehow manage to get louder still as Arabella slides into the ring having marched down to the ring, tossing Stacey a chair. The two Femme Fatales wait, tapping the chairs on the canvas as Lollipop starts to rise, and as she gets to her knees, the pair of them clang the chairs together around her head with a Con-Chair-To; Lollipop slumping to the mat with a large gash in her head as blood starts to flow out of the wound and form a small pool. Trash and drink cup start to get hurled towards the ring, the crowd voicing their displeasure. As Lollipop lays there, Arabella takes her chair and begins to wear out her former ally with a series of chair shots to her body and back and head, the red head covering up to protect herself. The shots from the furious Italian not stopping until the chair she is wielding is totally bent out of shape. Throwing it away, Stacey and Tiffany pull Arabella away and out of the ring as the boos and trash continue to rain down upon them.

Zack: Good God, the Femme Fatales are decimating Lollipop, and I want to know for what?! Arabella using that chair with impunity on what I am going to assume is her former partner!

Cammie: This is just plain wrong...

As they head up the entrance ramp, the boos start to turn to cheers, Arabella looking up at the video screen, spotting Lollipop beginning to rise in the ring. A look of absolute incandescent rage descends upon Arabella; the fiery Italian snatching the chair from Stacey’s hand and storming back down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope as Lollipop manages to make it to all fours without slumping back down to the mat and Arabella charges towards her, jumping into the air, positioning the chair underneath her foot as she drives it down into the back of Lollipop’s head with a huge curb stomp. “STAY DOWN!!!” The Italian barks at the red haired woman before leaping upwards yet again and driving her foot into the chair as it still rests on the back of her head before security and EMT’s hit the ring, forcing Arabella to leave the ring and back up the ramp. As Security form a wall between the former catwalk model and the downed wrestler, the EMT’s tend to Lollipop, checking her out as the Femme Fatales are backed up the ramp. The crowd begin to cheer once more as Lollipop half pushes the EMT’s away and half uses them for support as she slides off the apron to her feet and on incredibly unsteady feet and with an awful lot of help from the medical staff slowly makes her way up the ramp; her face a crimson mask.



Impromptu Interviews

Our scene opens up backstage with a shot of Felicia Atherton standing in front of a monitor, with the Relentless logo shown on it. Felicia smiles as she holds the microphone up to her lips.

Felicia: Hello to everyone who may be watching this on a live PPV stream or from the courtesy of your television sets. Tonight has been shaping up to be quite the night. I am Felicia Atherton and we here at FFW would like to hear your reactions and thoughts when it comes to tonight’s show. So for those of you with Social Media please make sure to use #FFWRelentless in all of your tweeting. Who do you see walking out as the winner of the big main event that will be topping the night. Who will stay or who will go?! #TeamCody #TeamIsabella. Please let us know which side you support. To whoever has the best tweets of the night you will be submitted into a special raffle and might find yourself winning a pair of tickets to the biggest show of the year in FFW Unstoppable. So stay involved because you might be close to the action at our next show!

Felicia smiles warmly as she holds the microphone up to her mouth Soon however another person joins her in the scene, that person being Nevaeh Summers, who wraps an arm around Felicia’s shoulders as her TV title sits on her shoulder

Nevaeh: Hey there Felicia, how you doing girl?

Felicia seems disgusted but she tries to remain professional as she forces a smile.

Felicia: Well before you came I was actually feeling really good. I am backstage at my very first FFW Pay Per View and it’s been a really great night… That is until you showed up of course.

Nevaeh giggled as she softly shook Felicia

Nevaeh: You’re right this night has been great, but it won’t be for much longer, that’s because I’m gonna make it extraordinary in just a few minutes. I have a knack for doing that ya know. There’s a reason I’m called The World’s Finest, why I’m a once in a lifetime beauty, why I got this..

Nevaeh gestures to her title

Nevaeh: When ya step back and think about it there really isn’t anything I can’t do Felicia, there really isn’t

Nevaeh now smiles upon hearing herself say that. Felicia however just shakes her head offering a wide grin in return.

Felicia: But as good as you might be… You still have to face Kaylee tonight who is cleared to wrestle. So tonight you will be stepping in the ring with a woman who is going to do everything in her power to try to take that title away from you, but excuse my manners. Is there a reason why you dropped by the FFW fanzone?! Is there something that you wanted to discuss in front of all these people?

Nevaeh looks at Felicia with a sarcastic grin on her face

Nevaeh: Why I wanted to come talk to you silly, yeah I know you’ve probably never heard anybody say they wanted to talk to you willingly, but it’s the truth. You see I heard you give that little message right now about the main event and hashtags and rewarding fans and all that other crap. You do it so well. Which further baffles me how you could fail so miserably at delivering the message I asked you to. You remember what that message was Felicia, oh buddy of mine? Here let me remind you. I told you to go tell Kaylee that she should stay down. That she shouldn’t of even tried coming here tonight and going through with this match. But yet like you said she’s here tonight. So I got to know Felicia, why did you fail to give her my message? Hmm?

Nevaeh kept Felicia close with her arm still wrapped around her shoulders.

Felicia: It’s not really my place to tell people what they should and shouldn’t do. Besides Kaylee would rather put her entire body on the line into making the fans and the rest of the world happy than to concede to someone like you. It’s just not her style so why she should start now?! You can stand here and try to bully me all you want, but tonight. You will be in a ring with a woman that won’t hesitate to hit back. A woman who is fired up to wrestle the match of her life, and I speak on behalf of the fans when I say. A woman who the world wants to see win the Television Championship.

In the background we can hear the crowd erupt into Kaylee chants as everyone begins to chant it again and again. As Felicia smiles in return.

Felicia: What are you going to do Nevaeh if Kaylee manages to keep you down for a three count. What will be next for you?!

Nevaeh grinned as she looked at Felicia, her arm now playfully wrapping around her neck

Nevaeh: That was such a sweet little tale. Kaylee is such a trooper isn’t she? She’s gonna overcome everything and leave here with the TV title. That’s why you and everybody wants to see. Well let me tell you what’s really gonna happen now Felicia. I’m going to go out to the ring and I’m gonna hurt your bestie...again. I’m gonna demolish her in front of all her adoring fans. maybe they can help pay for the hospital bills she’ll have to pay off once I get done. She may be all fired up for tonight but she, you, and everybody else needs to realize that I am special. I am a dangerous woman. I’ve shown that Felicia. There is NOTHING I won’t do to get my way and tonight will be no different. So you go root her on all you want, it’s not gonna make a difference. I’m walking to that ring with this title and you can bet your average looking ass I’m walking back here with it.

Nevaeh leans in closer getting nearly face to face with Felicia, a devilish smirk on her face

Nevaeh: Enjoy the show..you’ll never forget what I’m gonna do to her. I can’t be stopped Felicia. Just accept the truth, it’ll be easier for you deal with

Nevaeh now unwraps her arm from around Felicia’s neck. She now grabs a few strands of Felicia’s hair and pouts

Nevaeh: Ugh look at these split ends. You should really take more pride in your appearance. Oh well, laters

Nevaeh flips her hair and walks off, leaving Felicia standing there.   Felicia sighs looking back at the screen.

Felicia: And on that note we take you to the ring for our Television Championship match. Remember fans #FFWRelentless. #TVChampionship Kaylee vs Nevaeh it happens next!

[Adam Grant]

After a brief highlight package showing the history between Nevaeh and Kaylee, we head back to the ring as the fans see what match is next by the graphic on the video wall.

Mark: Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this match quite a bit! There’s not been too many Television Championship defenses with as much bad blood in them as we are about to see.

Cammie: You too, huh? It wasn’t till about a week ago that we even knew if this match was going to take place after what happened to Kaylee at Indomitable. But here we are, and it’s go time!

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

The entire arena goes black, a few notes start playing and blacklights shoot down on the ramp

Cory: Making her way to the ring, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada, weighing in at one-hundred, twenty pounds, she is Kaylee Clarke!

“Paint it Black” plays in the arena and Kaylee makes her way out from the back, wearing a jacket that glows in the dark from the black lights. Kaylee looks out at the crowd, taking a couple of steps back and forth at the top of the ramp before dropping the jacket, the house lights coming back on as Kaylee screams out to a loud cheer. She walks down without further theatrics, heading straight down the ring, climbing up the steps and getting in under the middle rope. She walks over to the near corner, climbing up and screaming out again "This is my House!" She jumps off and rebounds off the ropes, ready for the match.

Mark: Listen to that, we haven’t heard that theme in a long while! And you can look at that woman’s face, and see she is absolutely in a zone, Cammie!

Cammie: I like that jacket, I like the song, and I’d like to see her beat the blonde out of Nevaeh Summers after everything she’s done to her! Look at her pacing, Mark, she’s like a caged animal!

Kaylee begins pacing back and forth in the ring, looking back to the ramp every few seconds as she awaits the arrival of the champion.

The crowd is buzzing when a voice booms loudly over the building

“Ladies and Gentlemen do me a favor and stand on your feet, put your hands together and get ready ta praise greatness”

Silas Mason now makes his way out to loud boos as he has a huge grin on his face. The boos don't bother him at all

Silas:”Your too kind. Now shut yer mouths cause I got something important ta say”

The boos only grow louder as Silas continues on

Silas:”You have seen the rest now here comes truly the best. Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia  and weighing in at a svelte and toned 120 pounds. She is my Baby Peach and OUR  FFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

“The World's Finest” Nevaeh Summers

The lights in the arena go out as we are left in darkness.. This lasts for several more moments till we hear...

“Imma Make Ya Beg, Imma Make Ya beg For It”

Once we hear those lyrics we see lights coming from the stage and a silhouette of a woman posing in front of them. “Beg For It” by Iggy Azalea and MO begins to play as the lights in the arena come on as we now find Nevaeh Summers striking the pose, the FFW TV title wrapped around her waist.

She is smirking as she poses and now starts to make her way to the top of the stage. She strikes a fierce pose and puts her hands on her hips, sticking out one hip to the right. As she is striking the pose Silas makes his way to her and starts shining up the TV title with his hand. Nevaeh looks at him and smirks as he gestures for her to go to the ring. Nevaeh saunters down to the ring as Silas barks behind her “Praise Her” to the crowd

As Nevaeh gets near the ring she extends her arms out and closes her eyes for a moment. Silas takes this moment to unhook her TV title from around her waist. Nevaeh opens her eyes as Silas now wraps the TV title up and hands it to her. Nevaeh takes the title then starts running to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. She ends up sliding to the middle of the ring and strikes another pose as she sits the TV title up on the mat. She  looks at the title then back at the crowd, giving them a wink. Nevaeh soon gets back to her feet, grabs her title and heads to the ropes were she puts one foot on the bottom rope and swings the other over the top. Nevaeh straddles the top rope and holds the TV title up into the air with both arms, a huge grin plastered on her face.

As she does this Silas comes around the ring and gestures to her “That's what a champion looks like people!”

Nevaeh stays this way for a few more seconds till she gets off 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.

Referee Melinda Davis goes to retrieve the title from the champion before Kaylee takes off across the ring, spearing Nevaeh to the mat and unloading with straight right hands to her head one after another as the fans roar in approval. Clarke’s face is furious as she begins cross elbow strikes with both arms before she jerks Nevaeh back to her feet and sends her across for the ring, causing her to drop the Television Championship! Summers hits the buckle hard, stumbling out of it as Davis tries to get the title, only for Kaylee to back body drop her right onto it instead. Summers clutches her back as Davis grabs the title and hands it off, calling for the bell.

Mark: Good Lord, this is the angriest start to a Television Championship match I think I’ve ever seen! Summers got dropped right on that title, and there goes the bell!

Cammie: I told you I wanted to see Nevaeh catch an ass whupping, I think Kaylee heard me! I’ve never seen her like this, it may well be her house!

Nevaeh tried to escape to the floor, only for Kaylee to roll right out after her with a shake of her head. Summers only made it to two steps before Kaylee grabbed her from behind in a rear waistlock, and launched her with a German suplex into the barricade behind her! Nevaeh hit back and head first with violent impact before the challenger rolled to her feet, and took off with a knee strike to her head as it was crushed against the retaining wall. Davis shouted at her to get back into the ring, but the fans loved every second of it. Kaylee pulled her back up to her feet, driving a trio of knees into her abdomen before she used an Irish whip to send her crashing into the ring post. Summers wrapped around it, only for Clarke to grab her again in a waistlock and send her flying with a belly to back suplex. The referee continued to shout at her to get in the ring, while the fans roared in approval.

Mark: For the love of God, Kaylee is damn sure furious and Nevaeh is getting the beating of a lifetime! She has to get herself under control, I understand she’s angry!

Cammie: She’s not angry, she’s beside herself! And Nevaeh, win or lose, may think twice before she ever pulls this on someone else! I think the title is an afterthought right now!

Kaylee pulled the champion up by the hair, pelting her with European uppercuts before she rolled her back into the ring. Clarke followed in after her as Davis had gotten to an eight count already with the fighting on the floor. Silas pounded the mat, yelling at the referee to disqualify Kaylee as Nevaeh crawled away from her towards the ropes. The champion got back to her feet finally as Kaylee hooked her again, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and screaming at her before dropping her with a reverse DDT!

Mark: We are watching the physical destruction...the annihilation of Nevaeh Summers, and the fans in the Big Easy love it!

Cammie: She brought it on herself, Mark. And if she doesn’t find a way to answer this, this will also be the shortest Television Championship match in FFW history!

Kaylee measured and delivered a knee drop into Nevaeh’s head as she tried to sit up, dragging her back to her feet only to scoop up her and drive her back into the nearest turnbuckle. Clarke wrapped both of her arms around the ropes, and laced into her with a knife edge chop across the chest. Summers shouted just a second before Kaylee delivered another, and one final one with a lick of her fingers. The challenger moved to the opposite corner, measuring the champion from across the ring and took off towards her with a big boot. But Nevaeh dove out of the way as Kaylee’s foot cleared the top turnbuckle and got hung for a moment. As she pulled her leg free, Nevaeh delivered a lungblower to her back and drove her into the mat as a result.

Mark: Nevaeh with enough awareness to get the hell out of the way, Kaylee was going to kick her head into the eighth row if she had connected!

Cammie: She has to keep her down now that she finally has her there. And if she’s smart, she won’t be taking time out for grandstanding...not with the mindset Kaylee is in.

Summers mounted her chest, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and spiking the back of her head on the mat repeatedly like a basketball before she got back to her feet. The champion measured and delivered a double leg drop across her chest as she tried to sit up, while Silas Mason applauded from ringside as he watched the action. Nevaeh got back to her feet, dragging Kaylee by the hair towards the center of the ring before she pulled her up to her feet. She peppered her with a few forearm strikes before she whipped her across for the ride. As Clarke rebounded, Nevaeh caught her and dropped her with a tilt-a-whirl into a backbreaker. Clarke hit the mat hard as the champion immediately hooked the far leg for a cover.

Cammie: The first pin attempt of the match, and it’s by the champion! You can bet she wants this over sooner than later, not that I blame her!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kaylee’s arm came up before the three as Nevaeh drove closed fists into her face repeatedly before she got back to her feet. Silas told her to stay on Kaylee, not that the champion needed to be reminded as she took off towards the ropes. Using the middle rope for a springboard, she connected with moonsault right into Kaylee’s body.

Mark: Mason telling his champion to stay on the challenger, but Nevaeh is already one step ahead of him. Like her or not, Nevaeh is certainly not going to let Kaylee try to get any kind of wind back.

The blonde got back to her feet, putting a few stomps into Kaylee’s body as she tried to get up. She pulled her to her feet, applied a facelock from behind before delivering a split-legged inverted leg drop. Summers asked Kaylee if she felt that heat wave as she got back to her feet. She was still a bit sore and hurting from the earlier assault as she rubbed her chest a bit.

Cammie: She calls that the Heat Wave, which she just asked Kaylee if she felt it. And I’m pretty sure she did feel it, champ.

Mark: Summers is starting to feel like she has more control now, and that’s never good news for anyone facing her. And that includes the challenger from Ottawa.

Nevaeh smiled as she listened to the outright hate from the fans in attendance, turning and pulling Kaylee back to her feet. After applying a front facelock, she hoists her up, bounces her off the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex into the canvas. The champion rolled back to her feet, heading for the corner. As Kaylee began to stir on the canvas and rise up, Summers took off towards her, grabbed her head, and used a bulldog to drive her face into the mat. She rolled her over and hooked the far leg for the cover.

Cammie: She got some serious velocity off that bulldog, and Nevaeh may be about to end it right here.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kaylee’s arm came up before the three, much to the delight of the fans in attendance as Nevaeh shot Melinda Davis a cold look.

Mark: Kaylee isn’t done yet, and Summers must keep the pressure applied here. And to her credit, she’s doing just that and doing it very well.

The champion headed for the corner, looking behind her briefly before she began to ascend to the top rope. Perching herself like a bird, she measured the challenger as Kaylee tried to get up. But as soon as she did, Kaylee ran the ropes and caused Nevaeh to lose her balance and land around the top turnbuckle. The champion’s face fell open in pain on impact as Kaylee leaned on the ropes, trying to collect herself. The fans began to get behind her all over again as Clarke pulled herself along the ropes to the corner. She fired a pair of elbow strikes up into her face before she started to climb up with her. Kaylee drove a headbutt into her face before she hooked her head, and with a snap, delivered a devastating superplex that brought the fans to their feet!

Cammie: Superplex from the top rope!! I think Nevaeh may have bounced off the mat right there!

Mark: Bone-jarring impact perpetrated by Kaylee, and that just adds to the damage Kaylee’s been putting into Nevaeh’s back tonight.

Clarke sat up on her knees, trying to pull herself together before she got back to her feet. The challenger took off for the near side ropes, leaving her feet after the rebound and delivering a standing double knee drop into Nevaeh’s chest! It caused Summers to sit up in pain and clutch her ribs as Kaylee moved around behind her, connecting with a shining wizard into the side of her head that dropped her back onto the mat again. Clarke dropped down, hooking the far leg for the cover as the fans counted with the referee.

Cammie: Ever had about 150 lbs fall onto your ribs? Believe me, it doesn’t feel good and I’m sure Nevaeh would agree with that….if she wasn’t about to be pinned!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Summers got her shoulder up in time as Kaylee dragged her to her feet. Moving around behind her, she hooked her head and nailed a side Russian leg sweep into the canvas.

Mark: You can see that the tidal wave of emotion that was fueling Kaylee at the start has subsided a little, and now the challenger is more in control of herself than she was at the outset.

Kaylee got back to her feet, pulling the champion with her as she looked to be going for a swinging neckbreaker. But Nevaeh grabbed the rope before she could execute it. And the slight second of hesitation from Kaylee allowed Nevaeh to grab her head and deliver a jawbreaker to the challenger. Clarke staggered backwards holding her mouth before Summers caught her with a superkick right on the chin!

Mark: Kaylee was too close to the ropes right there, and paid for it! What a kick from the Television Champion!

Cammie: And just that fast in the blink of an eye almost, Nevaeh reasserts her control in this match and it looks like she’s going to end it right now!

Nevaeh dove across, and hooked Kaylee’s leg for the cover. Davis slid right into position to make the count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kaylee kicked out right before the three, which invigorated the crowd again as they started chanting her name. Nevaeh pounded the mat, yelling at the referee for not counting fast enough as she got to her feet. Davis held up two fingers, shaking her head as the champion headed slowly towards the corner, still feeling the effects of the punishment she had received. The cameras picked up Silas saying it was time for the best moonsault ever.

Mark: Nevaeh none too happy with the referee’s cadence, but she’s not going to change her mind. And if Silas is right and Nevaeh hits the BME, she’s successfully defended her title!

Cammie: I’m afraid you’re right, I think both of them are pretty ripe to be plucked right now, Mark.

Summers perched herself and stood up on the turnbuckle before she launched herself into a moonsault! She sailed through the air like a bird...before Kaylee rolled away and she connected hard with the mat! Mason’s jaw dropped as he saw Nevaeh crash into the mat, only for Kaylee to start to get back up.

Mark: Nevaeh went for the moonsault, but someone drained the pool! Crash and burn!!

Kaylee began to get to her feet as Nevaeh writhed on the mat, clutching her ribs. Silas climbed up onto the apron, only to catch a clothesline from Kaylee to send him back to the floor. Clarke circled around behind the champion, hooking in the dragon sleeper with a body scissors at the same time. The fans in New Orleans were getting louder with excitement as Davis dove into position.

Cammie: There’s that dragon sleeper again, Kaylee has this thing perfected!!

Mark: Mason got deposited on his ass here ringside, and Kaylee’s got it locked in! Nevaeh’s not going anywhere!

Kaylee applied as much pressure as she could as Davis kept checking for a submission. Nevaeh’s free hand raised up, shaking in the air and clenching and unclenching. Clarke pulled back a little more on her head, trying to stretch her just a little more before Summers shouted in pain and began to tap the mat! Davis called for the bell as the fans came to their feet!

Cammie: SHE DID IT!! NEVAEH TAPPED!!!

Kaylee released the hold to a roar from the fans as Davis raised her hand in victory. A huge smile washed over the brunette’s face as she was handed the Television Championship.

Cory: The winner of this match….and NEEEEEEEEEEW FFW Television Champion….KAYLEE CLARKE!!!

“Paint It Black” began to play as Kaylee hugged the title to her before getting back to her feet, and raising it high above her head. The smile on her face never seemed to leave as the cameras spotted Jake Chandler move halfway down the ramp, applauding her with a smile on his face.

Mark: Kaylee Clarke came back from a devastating attack at Indomitable, and she persevered here tonight. And now, she’s leaving with the Television Championship! They said she couldn’t do it, she proved them all wrong here tonight!

Cammie: There is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you win your first championship, Mark. It is probably one of the most exhilarating feelings you can have!

Kaylee rolled out to the floor, and took off towards Jake and hugged him tightly. She pressed a kiss to his lips before he raised her hand with a smile on his face. Kaylee raised the title high in the other hand, still beaming as we cut to the back.



Minutes with Mel

After a brief commercial for Unstoppable 6, we return back to the live broadcast and find Herbie in the back with a guest in front of the Relentless logo.

Herbie: Relentless is off and running, and I have a pretty awesome guest. She is the fifth season winner of Future Shock, and someone who will be keeping a close eye on the ladder match later tonight for the Future Shock Championship. Mel, thanks for your time!

Mel: Hey Herbie! Thanks for taking the time! It’s been a great night so far! At least, I’d like to think so.

Herbie: Before we get into the ladder match and all, I wanted to ask you about the match we saw earlier, that being Falls Count Anywhere between Amanda Richardson and Cereza Ithavoll. Amanda picked up the win, but the reason I bring it up is you have been critical of Cereza, much like Adam and others actually. And I wanted to know how you felt about the fact that she never had any intention of joining the roster when she entered the 18th season, and the fact that, as of tonight, it would seem FFW is rid of her once and for all.

Mel: She has said this, yes...but there’s this small part of me that isn’t going to be entirely
surprised if she says she’s actually managed to get her hands on a contract just to troll us all. Though I’d be more curious which member of management wanted a punchbag for the roster, than why she would think she would ever actually be something in wrestling, especially one the size of the FFW roster, complete with all its talent. And yes, I have been critical of her. Heavily so. But I most certainly do not believe that these actions were unwarranted. Cereza has spent her entire time with FFW living in the stereotype that strippers are ditzy, stupid cows. And I know that’s not an accurate stereotype. Obviously. I’m better than that crap. But if she was my only basis, I wouldn’t blame anyone who did think that. And it’s not even just the fact she’s done a disservice to her profession. She entered Future Shock to promote her club. I might be wrong, but I don’t think she ever actually gave the name of the club she works in, or even where it is for what few men and women who may have taken an interest to see if she’s a better stripper than a wrestler. Or anything else. Regardless, she’s a complete and utter idiot, she’s proved that time and time again over multiple mediums...and FFW will be a better place without her.

Herbie: Well she did say her opponent was a whore, and she wasn’t because she just stripped instead of going through the whole act. She ruined more than one event during the season as well, primarily to screw over Amanda. Adam mentioned this the other day, and I was curious if you agreed. Do you think that by her own actions that she ended up making sure Amanda stayed in the season by garnering sympathy from the fans?

Mel: Honestly...it’s quite likely. And it’s not the first time that’s happened either. It quite notably happened in the All Star Season. Erica kept getting screwed, and it helped her stay until there wasn’t another option. Fans don’t vote people out because that’s what they’ve been told. They vote people out because that’s what they want to see. Cereza started her crap on Amanda and paid the price for it. The fact she hadn’t been banned from the Future Shock Arena surprised me more than anything.

Herbie: Well she’s been banned as of this week. But let’s talk about the ladder match, which I know you will be calling with Mark a little later. Rhea will defend her title against Ignis and Gaby, and that match could hold tremendous interest for you, aside of the fact it’s a title you want as well. Because I was told that at the biggest night of the year, Unstoppable 6, you’ll be facing Rhea Laskaris one on one. And if she leaves with the title tonight, it will be for that championship!

Mel: Well, that changes how I feel about that match now! I was originally going to say that as long as Ignis doesn’t leave with the belt, then that’s fine with me. I like and respect both Gabrielle and Rhea, so either of them as champion doesn’t honestly bother me. But if Rhea walks out with the belt and that gets me the title shot I’ve been chasing, then...do you know what? That’d be fantastic, and it’s probably the thing that would make me want her to win over Gabrielle. Nothing against Gabby, of course. But I do also reckon that despite neither of us being the fastest, most agile on the roster, we’ll put on a fantastic match in the most appropriate venue to do so.

Herbie: Well either way, it’s a match the fans have never seen and promises to be something special. My last question revolves around tonight’s main event, since what happens pretty much affects everyone in this company, like yourself included. Which team has your support tonight going into Ten Femme Chaos? Would you prefer Cody to remain or Isabella?

Mel: Honestly? I'd rather this wasn't happening at all. The whole thing started out of little and we're now at the point where we are having to consider the future of not just those who have their jobs on the line, but those wrestling for those two people. Obviously I would like to see Cody remain in charge, as I can't see him being the kind of person who would decide to make them feel as though what Team Isabella did was wrong. Life will by and large go on. Whereas if it doesn't...that's one of my best friends about to feed herself to the wolves. I can't help worry about that.

Herbie nods in agreement as we cut back to the ring.




Mark: Relentless is shaping up to be quite the night, but next up we have the Elimination Trio’s Elimination match between Union Jacked and of course Social Elite. NHB and Valentina’s team have been at war with one another but tonight it all comes to a head as these two will fight until one team is left standing.

Zack: A Trio’s elimination match. It seems like there isn’t as of a definitive way to end this than by an elimination match. That means everyone has to get involved, and only when everyone is gone will this match truly end.

Mark: A lot of bad blood within this match and tonight it all comes to it’s boiling point and to it’s conclusion. We take you to the ring where Cory will get us going.

Cory: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a Trio’s Elimination Trios match..

As “Bound For Glory” by Black Star Riders starts to play over the PA, Jem makes skips and spins towards the middle of the stage with her arms outstretched to her sides. Almost immediately she’s followed by Lilly Sheffield who charges to the far side of the stage waving her arms and encouraging the fans to get to their feet and get behind the team. Finally Angela walks out from the back, striding to the middle of the stage and starts to bounce on her heels behind Jem as the girl drops to her knees to soak in the atmosphere. Lilly charges to the other side of the stage to rally that half of the arena and as she does, Jem springs up to her feet and charges towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she goes.

Cory: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing from Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England and weighing in a combined weight of 450lbs. Please welcome the team of Jem Michaels, Angela Hinchcliffe and Lilly Sheffield...UNION JACKED!!!

Sliding under the bottom rope, Jem hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and points back to her partners as they walk quickly down to the ring also slapping the hands of the fans on both side of the entrance aisle. As they get to the ring, Hinchcliffe climbs the steps and enters through the ropes, while Lilly slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to her feet. Angela and Jem high five each other, turning it into a quick hug before they bump fists with Lilly and the three women take up their positions in the corner to start the match.

Mark: Union Jacked is a team that has been on a roll. They have consistently taken the fight again and again to the Femme Fatales, and because of beating them. They have now positioned themselves in the front of the Trios division and will get a title shot.

Zack: Tonight they will look to continue with their success and put the nail in the coffin to this feud with Valentina and her crew.

Cory: Please welcome Valentina Lozano’s manager and acting ring announcer….Matt Stone!

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

Matt: The sooner you all shut your mouths, the sooner you will get to see perfection in its purest form. Of course, I speak of my number one client, and you should all feel blessed just to get this opportunity to gaze at her flawless features. She lives in Los Angeles, California, but I guarantee you she is Canadian born and bred through and through from Toronto, Ontario. Her weight, while none of your business, is the perfect combination of muscle and sex appeal. She is above all of you and this is the part where you all get down on your hands and knees to kiss of the feet of…...

“THE LATIN GODDESS” 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.

Matt: And let’s not forget her tag team partners Kimmi Hate & Isis!!!!!

As the song officially begins, Valentina steps onto the stage and stands there alongside Isis and Kimmi. Valentina 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, Matt following behind her, screaming at the people around them to bow down while, the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd. Valentina is soaking up the reaction from the crowd, even though she ignores it. Meanwhile, while she’s walking down, Valentina's entrance video is shown on the big screen, profiling her likeness and footage of her in action.

As they reach the ringside area, Valentina stops and looks at two nondescript men, who are wearing her official FFW t-shirt, giving them the cue to run over and create a human stairway next to the ring: one guy on all fours next to the ring and one guy lying prone in front of him. Stepping on the men’s backs, Valentina walks up and walks across the edge of the ring, with Matt looking up to her on the apron, bowing down to her while the men dismiss themselves to the back. She looks around the arena, not directly seeing the crowd through the darkness, but knowing that they’re out there as she sees the consistent flashing lights of the camera and the still boisterous reaction from the crowd. Isis and Kimmi make their way down to the ring as well as they all step into the ring.

Matt hops up on the apron, getting in position to hold the ropes for Valentina as she enters the ring, while Stone seamlessly enters after. Seconds later, Valentina climbs up to two opposite ring posts and poses to the crowd with complete confidence. She’s taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing. Meanwhile, Matt is standing in the center of the ring, away from the spotlight, bowing down to her once more.

After going through her ritual, Valentina jumps down and makes her way towards Isis and Kimmi, and the three of them have a conversation with one another.

Jennifer Stringer is in the middle of the ring for this one and she looks at both sides before questioning who is going to start from each side. Kimmi smiles as she takes a step to reach the inside of the ring and Lilly is eager to enter the ring. Lilly smiles as she keeps her eyes focused on Kimmi. The bell sounds loudly as this match officially becomes underway. The two start off by circling around one another.  And they eventually meet up in the middle of the ring. Lilly is able to gain the early advantage as she steps behind Kimmi and wraps her arms around her for a German Suplex, but instead Kimmi sends a sharp elbow right back into the face of Lilly which breaks the hold. Lilly reaches for her face in pain and that’s when Kimmi turns around and kicks Lilly right in the midsection. Lilly doubles over as Kimmi tucks Lilly underneath an arm and drives her face first into the mat with a ddt. Lilly is out of it as Kimmi hooks a leg for the pin fall as Stringer moves into position.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Lilly however finds a way to kick out as she pushes Kimmi off of her and Kimmi grins as she makes it back to her feet and stares down at her opponent.

Mark: Lilly and Kimmi have both decided to start things off and thus far Kimmi has been in control.

Zack: Kimmi is bringing a fight tonight but don’t count Lilly out yet. This match has only just started

Kimmi is back on her feet and she goes over to Lilly and grabs her by the hair yanking her right up to her feet. Lilly pushes Kimmi away from her and the redhead can’t help but charge right after the english woman. At the very moment she reaches Sheffield, Lilly is able to grab the arm of Kimmi and send her tumbling down to the mat with a hip toss. Kimmi makes it right back to her feet and the moment she does Lilly is waiting as she grabs Hate and sends her down to the mat with a snap suplex. Kimmi’s body hits the mat and the crowd begins to get behind Sheffield as they cheer on the former Future Shock Champion. Lilly is feeling the momentum from the crowd as she hovers over Kimmi for her to get up. Kimmi is slow at first but eventually she makes it to her feet and as soon as she does Lilly grabs Kimmi and sets her up for her double arm ddt. She plants Kimmi right into the mat as Lilly hooks a leg for the pin fall.

Mark: And Lilly has nailed her with a double arm ddt and this just has to be about it.

Zack: If I am Kimmi Hate I am looking for a way to make a tag… Otherwise Social Elite may find themselves down to a two on three situation.

Mark: But would it really be a 2 on 3 situation especially considering one side has Isis on their side?!


ONEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO


Kimmi is able to get a shoulder up and Lilly rises up and signals that the end of Kimmi is coming near. Kimmi slowly rises up to her feet and she is positioned by her corner. Kimmi turns her attention to her teammates as she is looking for a tag she reaches out and in the same moment Lilly rushes at Kimmi. She jumps up grabbing Kimmi by the neck as she delivers her backstabber and reverse ddt combo. The crowd begins to go nuts as Lilly reaches down and hooks a leg for the pin fall.

Mark: SHE’S GOT IT! WATER LILLY!!!

Zack: And that has to be murder she wrote Mark.

Lilly keeps the leg hooked for a pin but Stringer doesn’t count as all. Lilly raises an eyebrow not knowing what’s going on but what she gets in return is a crowd roaring back with nothing but boos as Isis steps into the ring. Isis smiles as Lilly has no idea and Stringer is motioning that a tag has been made.

Mark: I don’t believe this… According to the replay… A tag has in fact been made and Isis is now the legal woman.

Zack: And Lilly doesn’t have any idea, and if I am her I would quickly turn my attention over to the current threat at hand in Isis.

Both members of NHB are screaming at Lilly to look at what’s coming her way but she finally lifts her head up seeing the big behemoth towering over her. Isis however uses her boot to send down hard upon Lilly’s forehead smashing her right into the canvas with a curb stomp. Kimmi rolls her way out of the ring as Isis focuses her attention on Lilly who is reaching for her head in pain. Isis doesn’t waste any time lifting up Lilly. She places her across her shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Without any hesitation she spins Lilly around and plants her right into the mat with her fireman’s carry facebuster. Lilly is out of it as she looks down at Lilly placing a foot on her chest.

Mark: Damn near to hell. She got all of Lilly with her Voyage to Armageddon ddt.

Zack: And between that curb stomp and that ddt… I don’t think Lilly even knows where she is at.



ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



DING DING DING


Cory Kincaid: Lilly Sheffield has be eliminated!!!


Mark: And now NHB walks into a two on three match with the Social Elite.

Zack: And the odds are much more than that with Isis involved.

Kimmi takes the moment to finally stand up and stand on the apron as Isis stands tall in the middle of the ring awaiting her next challenge but that’s when Angela decides to step inside the ring. the 6’2 Angela slowly makes her way to confront Isis as the two power houses glare at one another in the eyes.

Mark: And now Angela is deciding to take on Isis. Against any other opponent I would say Angela would have the advantage.

Zack: But She is being dwarfed by the likes of Isis but nonetheless this should be a great exchange between these two.

Angela and Isis engage into a test of strength and as they lock hands with one another. Angela is showing that she has fight in her but it’s just not enough as Isis manages to overpower Angela. She pushes Angela and manages to send her halfway across the ring. Angela’s eyes open wide up as she makes her way back to the center of the ring. She immediately goes for Isis legs and manages to lift her up and send her crashing down to the mat with a spinebuster. The entire ring shakes as everyone in the crowd could also feel it.

Mark: Angela has just found a way to send the giant down hard.

Zack: And listen to this crowd… Everyone are on their feet.

THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!

Angela listens to the crowd as she lifts Isis to a vertical base. Valentina on the apron begins to go nuts as she begins to shout some words at Angela but Angela shakes them off as all of her attention is locked solely on Isis. She goes for something more powerful as she tries to lift Isis up for a vertical suplex. She manages to get Isis half way up but is forced to bring her down as she can’t sling her over in the way that she wanted too. Instead Angela goes for a spike ddt but Isis however is able to send a hard punch right to the gut of Angela which causes the english woman to back away from a bit. Angela stands her ground, and that is when Isis runs at her and nails her with a clothesline from hell that flips Angela head over heels. Angela falls directly to the mat as Isis stands back up on her feet and looks down at her opponent with a smile on her face. a smile that draws nothing but boos from the crowd.

Mark: Did you feel the velocity of that clothesline?! What sheer power.

Zack: Isis is one of the most dominant women to have ever stepped foot inside of a FFW ring and we are seeing exactly why tonight.

Valentina on the outside of the ring begins to yell some words and Isis smiles as she nods her head in agreement. Isis lifts Angela up to her feet as she holds her up. Without hesitation she lifts Angela up and holds her upright in a Gorilla Press Slam position. Isis smiles as she walks over to the ropes and simply tosses Angela out of the ring. Angela hits the floor with a loud thud as Isis steps over the ropes and makes her way to the outside of the ring. She looks down at Angela who is struggling to make it to her feet and Isis looks down at Angela as she lifts the woman up into a gorilla press slam and slams her hard down across the barricade metal right against Angela’s chest.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Mark: Stringer has started her outside count and Isis could care less.

Zack: She is out there to hurt Angela, and you have to wonder how much of those shots to the chest Angela can take?!


FOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…


Isis smiles as she walks over to the commentators booth and begins to throw things off of it. She clears the table and Stringer tells her not to do so but Isis doesn’t pay any attention to authority as she is the one that is now making the rules.

FIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Isis places Angela on top of the table and she climbs up onto the table as well. Isis lifts Angela up in position for a fireman carry, and she smiles before she sends Angela right through the announcer’s table with her Voyage to Armageddon. She has a smile on her face as Angela remains in the wreckage as Stringer has no choice but to yell something to the timekeeper who relays the message over to Cory.

Cory Kincaid: ISIS MORALES HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED AND THUS ELIMINATED FROM THIS MATCH!!!!


Isis smiles as she is forced to walk to the backstage area and Kimmi takes her place in the ring as she looks out at Angela and demands Stringer to start counting.

Mark: Isis is finally out of this match but I think the damage has been done and Angela doesn’t seem to be moving at all.

Zack: Valentina has orchestrated that whole ordeal and despite her powerhouse being eliminated Angela just might be out of it as well.

Stringer nods her head at Kimmi as she is forced to start counting out Angela.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

Angela doesn’t show any sign of moving as she just remains like a crumbled heap in the wreckage of the announcer’s table. Mark and Zack both look down at Angela as their eyes focus back on the ring.

Mark: You can count to 100 as far as I am concerned but it doesn’t seem like Angela is going to be able to move.

Zack: I hate to agree with you Mark but I think you are right.

EIGHT

NINE

TEN


DING DING DING


Cory Kincaid: ANGELA HINCHCLIFFE HAS BEEN COUNTED OUT AND THUS ELIMINATED!!!


Mark: We called it and now Jem is walking into a match on what looks like to be a 2 on 1 situation.

Zack: And you can’t forget Matt Stone and his presence at ringside. Who knows what he is willing to do to make sure Valentina walks away with the win.


Kimmi stands in the ring and is waiting for Jem to step inside. Jem makes her way into the ring and she points at Valentina wanting to get a piece of her, but Valentina just shakes her head in return motioning to Kimmi to go take care of the situation. Kimmi smiles widely as she makes her way over to where Jem is standing.

Mark: And Valentina is doing everything in her power to make sure she isn’t apart of this match.

Zack: Actually a smart thing to do considering she will be competing in another match later on tonight. So it’s a great way to go about things.

Jem however is like a bat out of hell as she immediately takes the fight right to Kimmi. She rushes at her and jumps on top of her with a lou thesz press. She nails her with constant lefts and rights drilling them all in Kimmi’s face. Kimmi pushes Jem away as she makes it back up to her feet. She grabs a hold of Jem and sends her running against the ropes with an irish whip. Matt on the outside of the ring pulls at Jem’s leg which trips the running English beauty. Jem slowly rises back to her feet as she turns her attention over to Matt Stone who is out of the ring. Matt holds his arms up like he is innocent but Jennifer Stringer isn’t going for it as she tells Matt to take a hike sending him out of this match. Valentina stands on the apron and begins to stomp her feet but Stringer informs her that if she continues to complain with her she is going to disqualify her. Jem places a grin on her face as she waves to Matt who is forced to take the walk of shame.

Mark: And Stringer has sent him packing.

Zack: And now Jem can focus on what she has to…. WAIT A MINUTE

Kimmi tries to run at Jem from behind but Jem is able to sidestep out of the way as she finds herself springing off the opposite ropes she springs her way back towards Kimmi and takes her down with an arm drag. She transitions it into a crossface chickenwing submission and Kimmi has absolutely nowhere to go as she tries her best to fight it. Valentina is screaming for Kimmi to hold out.

Mark: And out of nowhere Jem has her Jemmission locked in.

Zack: What will Kimmi do here?!

Kimmi tries her way to fight it but she finds herself not really being able to go anywhere and without hesitation she can’t help but tap her hand hard against the mat. Stringer sees this and begins to call for the bell immediately.

Cory Kincaid: AND AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION KIMMI HATE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!


Mark: We are now down to just two individuals.

Zack: Jem taking on Valentina, and Valentina doesn’t have Kimmi or Matt at ringside. She’s going to have to fight this thing on her own.

Valentina is slow to make her way inside the ring, and the crowd begins to roar with Jem chants. She takes it all in as she looks at Valentina motioning for her to bring it on but Valentina is in no hurry. Jem smiles confidently as she looks across the ring at Valentina and begins to speak to her.

Jem: #SCUM #GODDESS #BETTERTHANYOU #BENEATHME #THEBEST

Mark: Jem is spouting off things from her promo to get into Valentina’s head.

Zack: And Valentina doesn’t seem too thrilled by any of it.

It isn’t long before Valentina does march her way over to Jem telling her that she will be forced to kiss her boot but instead she gets a hard driven slap to the face. Valentina’s head snaps back and Valentina quickly takes Jem down to the mat with a spear. She stands up slapping her hands together before she motions like she is kicking dirt onto Jem. Jem slowly makes her way up and that is when Valentina is the one to take to the ropes as she springs off of them and nails Jem in the face with a springboard roundhouse kick. The kick sends Jem tumbling to the ground as Valentina hovers above her and signals to the crowd that this is over.

Mark: She has connected with that roundhouse kick to the temple, and now she is going for the home run shot.

Zack: I don’t know if this is wise. She barely put a dent in Jem.

Mark: It may not be but she is trying to wrap this up quickly so she can move onward to the Main Event tonight.

Jem is slowly rises up to her feet and Valentina has only one thing in her mind. Nailing her Priceless Kiss.  She runs at full force at Jem, but Michaels is able to move out of the way as Valentina ends up hitting nothing. Jem is right here behind her and she quickly grabs a hold of Lozano as she as she takes her down to the mat with an inverted facelock neckbreaker slam. The crowd are all on their feet as Michaels crawls over to hook a leg for the pin.

Mark: SHE GOT IT… SHE GOT IT…

Zack: Michaels Meltdown, and will it be enough?!



ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


DING DING DING


Cory Kincaid: VALENTINA LOZANO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND AS A RESULT OF THIS MATCH AND YOUR WINNERS UNION JACKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Mark: Jem Michaels did the unthinkable tonight. Lilly was eliminated early, Angela was taken out. And Jem finds a way to pull this out for her team.

Zack: That’s definitely impressive, and she overcame having Matt at ringside as well. A very big win to Jem and the rest of Union Jacked. She had so much to say about Valentina and tonight she pins her right in the center of the ring.

Jem raises her hands in the air as the crowd cheers loudly for her effort tonight. She smiles taking it all in as Valentina rolls out of the ring to make her way to the backstage area.

Mark: Big win and now Union Jacked can focus on their eventual Trios Championship match.

Zack: As far as Valentina goes that won’t be the last we see her tonight. She will be competing in the main event later on tonight.

Jem slides out of the ring as she is joined by Lilly and Angela at the top of the ramp. They both hug her as they raise one another’s arms high into the air.



A Surprise for Emma

The roaming form of Cody Kincaid was seen as the show cut to the back, as he walked through the corridors where the locker rooms were located. He glanced to the signs before he found the one he wanted, seeing it was open and giving it a knock. The camera showed the sign reading as ‘Nightmare, Inc.’

Cody: Anyone home? Emma preferably?

There;s a couple of second’s worth of pause, and the door is opened by the woman Cody wants to see - Emma. In her ring clothes sans boots, she greets the COO with a smile and a hug.

Emma: Hiya! To what do I owe the pleasure? Better not be coming to say goodbye in a professional sense. Won’t be having that.

Cody: It could happen, but that’s not it. I know you are preparing for the match in a little while with the BSX, but I wanted to deliver some news to you in person. You know, just in case I won’t be able to do it after tonight. Sorry for interrupting anything.

Emma: Cody, sweetie, there are very few people on this Earth I have as much time for as I have for you. You could be interrupting, but that’s okay because I love you to death. What’s on your mind?

As she asks the question, she steps out of the locker room entirely, closing the door behind her.

Cody: Well I had something I wanted to tell you. You know about Tara and Cammie getting inducted into the Hall of Fame this year, right? Well I wanted to be the one to tell you…

A smile began to form on his face.

Cody: You’re going with them. Welcome to the FFW Hall of Fame, Emma.

Emma: I’m sorry...did you just say what I think you said? I...am going into the Hall. That’s what you just said, right?

Cody nods, and Emma’s face changes. First it’s shock. Then a grin begins to spread across her face, still with the shock laced into it. Suddenly, she pulls him into a tight hug, being careful (somehow!) not to hurt him.

Emma: Thank you so much! That’s...that’s...I don’t have words for that! Other than the whole honour and privilege thing. Which doesn’t make it less true! It...I don’t even know! That is...it’s just amazing! Thank you!

Cody happily returned her hug, kissing her cheek afterwards.

Cody: Well just make sure you are free the weekend of Unstoppable. You got a ceremony to attend, and an induction to attend. I’m proud of you, and I love you.

Emma: Wouldn’t miss it for the world! I love you too. And...thank you. Again. That’s incredible news.

Cody: Got some pretty awesome company to go in with too, don’t you? Tara and Cammie, I don’t think anyone could argue they deserve to go, what about you?

Emma: I wouldn’t argue it at all. Tara’s one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen. And Cammie...I always felt Cammie should have gotten more than she did, but there’s not a lot that can be done about it now.

Cody: Best we can do at the moment. Either way, I’m proud of you. More than I can easily say. Welcome to the Hall, Emma.

He gave her another peck on the cheek before he headed off in the other direction. Knowing that he wasn’t looking...and quite unaware of the cameras, Emma grins widely and dances about a little on the spot, the words “this is actually happening” just caught by the camera before she finally turns to go back inside, attempting to smooth her face into a semi-straight one.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… with the winner to receive a shot at the EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first…

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

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

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

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

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

Mark: Alright, its time to determine the next challenger for the Evolution Championship, and for this exciting prospect of a match, please welcome the manager of Wendy Briese and Triple Threat, as well as the author of the Power X, Daniel Pollaski.

Pollaski: Thanks Mark.  Glad to be able to call this one.  Two women who were pretty much overdue for this getting a chance to get what they’ve deserved.  Kinda sad that one of them is going to be disappointed.

Mark: Well, out there you see Misty Whitmore, who’s the champions’ best friend.  Do you think she’s emotionally able to bring the fight to Kate?

Pollaski: Absolutely.  Good friends tend to make great rivals.  And this is just business.  Sometimes you gotta beat the crap out of your friend.  Or lover.  Or cosigner on your lease.  Doesn’t mean you don’t like them. 

The first chords for "Adrenaline" hit the PA, as images of Alysson in action are shown in slow-motion in the titantron. When the drums kick in, the tron starts flashing slices of action in an incredible speed, as Alysson shows atop the entrance ramp with her motorcycle, wearing a full biker gear - jacket, helmet and gloves, forcing the engine so to make a loud roar noise as the crowd cheers on. After that, she jumps off the bike and removes her helmet, looking over the crowd, pointing at them and nodding, before throwing up the horns, making an X with her arms. At this point, a fireworks show start, with red pyro shooting upwards.

Cory: And her opponent, from New York City... "The Goddess of Extreme" -- ALYSSON GARDNER!

After that, the Big Red rushes down to the ring, sliding into the ring by spearing herself in, twisting her body so she lands with her back to the mat. From that position, she kipups back to her feet and starts showing off for the crowd, climbing the nearest turnbuckle, throwing more cross-arm horns and working up the crowd. Alysson then jumps down and takes shelter on her corner, eyeing her opposition directly in the eyes as she removes her biker jacket.

Mark: And there’s Alysson Gardner, moving into Evolution contention via the Ultraviolence Division, compared to the Television division from Misty Whitmore.

Pollaski: And if she’s looking a little… erm… smaller, today, don’t adjust your television sets.  She accidentally landed on a pin last week during training and…

Mark: REALLY?!

Pollaski: Alright, she had a procedure for health purposes.  And this concludes the one time all year any announcer not named Mai Hotaru will comment on an FFW wrestler not named Stephanie Stefano’s breast size. 

Mark: Thank God for that!

Pollaski: And amen.

*DING DING DING*

With referee Kevin Fisk calling for the bell, both Misty and Alysson move to the center of the ring, giving each other a very cordial handshake that positively drips sportsmanship before pulling away and beginning to circle.  They quickly lock up into a collar and elbow, which sees Alysson getting the advantage with a hammerlock, only for Misty to spin around into a hammerlock of her own.  Aly manages to reach back and hook Misty’s neck, taking her down with a snapmare, and keeping the headlock applied.  Misty kicks out- unsuccessfully the first attempt, but the second breaks the hold, and she quickly wraps her legs around Alysson’s waist in a body scissors.

Pollaski: A bit of good ol’ fashioned chain wrestling to start us off.  Not something you see all that much these days.

Mark: You gotta credit Misty for this, though.  She’s in a considerable size disadvantage, but she’s holding her own in the grappling department.

The scissors don’t lastlong, Alysson manages to pry them apart, and rolls over with one of Misty’s legs, wrapping her own legs around it in a kneebar.  Misty yelps in pain, and instinctively reaches for the ropes, only to find them too far away, and instead kicks back wildly with her free leg, catching Gardner under the chin, and forcing the release that way.  Both women quickly get to their feet, Misty rubbing her knee, Aly her chin, and the crowd claps in appreciation as the two stare at each other with respectful nods.

Mark: There might not be a match on this show with more sportsmanship between the two sides than this one.

Pollaski: All well and good, but someone’s going to be getting the title shot that both these women have waited too damn long for.  There’s gotta be a point you stop being all smiles, nods, and handshakes and start kicking ass.

Aly seems to have those words in mind as well, for when she and Misty lock up again, Gardner quickly turns and raises a knee into Misty’s midsection, causing the smaller girl to double over with a whoop.  Aly drives home a second knee, then a third, then lifts Misty bodily into the air with a snap suplex, dropping her on her back.  Misty arches in pain, but Aly doesn’t give her a moment to recover, lifting her up again, this time in a scoop, and slamming her down hard enough to shake the ring, again Misty arching her back in pain.  Alysson lifts Misty up again, this time dropping her over her knee, holding her there in a backbreaker.

Pollaski: Aly going right after Misty’s back like that, and that’s a good idea.  Misty’s hard hitting and high flying abilities take a pretty big hit when you tear her back up like that.

Mark: Gardner enjoys a considerable size advantage here.  Its probably a good indication that her best chance to win is just to completely physically dominate Misty.

Aly keeps that backbreaker applied, long enough for Fisk to bend over and ask Misty if she wants to quit, a question that gets a fierce no from Misty.  Aly can’t maintain the hold any longer, and lets Misty go, shoving her to the mat, Misty automatically rolling over on her stomach, her hand reaching behind her to clutch at her back.  That ends with a yelp as Alysson quickly stamps down on Misty’s back, hard enough to make the smaller girl yelp in pain again.  Aly tries to reach down and grab Misty’s arms to apply a surfboard, but Whitmore quickly tucks her hands under her body, making it more difficult for Alysson to grab onto.

Mark: Smart awareness there by Misty- even though she’s in discomfort, she realized Alysson was going for the surfboard, and is trying to keep that from happening.

Pollaski: True, she’s gotta find a way to keep Alysson from causing more damage to her back, but at the same time, she’s got to find a way to get some offense here too!

Alysson still tries to grab Misty’s arms and apply the surfboard, but is finding the Canadian particularly adamant about not giving up her arms for torture.  In her attempt, she overbalances, and has to step back to keep from falling over.  Now free from under Alysson’s boot, Misty manages to roll over, and kick out, catching Alysson in the knee, then rolling to the ropes and grabbing them preventatively. 

Pollaski: Well, there’s the first part of the checklist complete. One little slip up, and Misty was able to escape.

Mark: Aly’s going to kick herself for losing her balance like that, although Misty already did a pretty good job of it…

Misty starts rising, using the ropes to help her up, but is only to her knees before Alysson loses patience, and moves back in for the attack with another knee.  But before she can connect, Misty thrusts her shoulder into the midsection, sending Aly staggering back, and giving Whitmore an extra second to recover.  She gladly takes it, and when Alysson moves back in, springboards off the ropes, catching Aly high and taking her down with a flying neckbreaker!  Misty quickly kips up, and catches a rising Aly with a headlock, leaping to the ropes, springboarding off, and coming down in a tornado DDT, laying Gardner out! 

Mark: Now Whitmore’s starting to build some momentum here, with quick but hard hitting running attacks!

Pollaski: Misty’s at her most dangerous when she’s able to move, and now she’s able to MOVE!

Misty hits the ropes, springboarding off again with a lionsault only for Alysson to get her knees up. But Misty senses something is amiss, and lands feet first, avoiding the knees, and continuing her momentum flipping backwards as Alysson quickly gets to her feet.  Misty hits the ropes in a handspring, bouncing off, and flips back towards the rising Aly, catching her with her legs, and taking her over in a dazzling flipping headscissors that draws a huge pop from the crowd!

Pollaski: Good LORD, what a move by Misty Whitmore!  She had Aly scouted, and a brilliant improvisation!  And now the match’s first cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Mark: It got a lot of flashbulbs to go off, but it will not get Misty the win.

Misty hardly looks daunted at Alysson’s kickoout though, and moves to the corner, gauging up something as Alysson slowly pushes herself to her feet.  Misty takes off, looking for something, but we’ll never know what, for as she nears, Alysson leans in, lifts Misty high up off the ground and slams her into the mat with a monster spinebuster!  Aly pauses to catch her breath, as Misty again clutches her back in pain!

Mark: Good lord!  The whole ring shook!

Pollaski: Alysson’s really working her size advantage here, and Misty just paid dearly for rushing into it.

Misty rolls over, and tries to climb to her feet, but Gardner is quickly on her, hooking her up from behind in a waistlock.  Misty tries to squirm away, even reaching out desperately for the ropes, but she’s unable to escape, and Alysson sends Whitmore flying across the ring with a beautiful German Suplex!  Alysson quickly gets to the corner, going up to the second rope, and flying off with a knee drop right to Misty’s chest.

Pollaski: Alysson now dipping into her own aerial stockpile, and there’s a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Mark: Misty’s too tough for that though!  Strong kickout!

Alysson’s quick to ‘reward’ Misty for kicking out by hauling the smaller girl to her feet, hoisting her up and nailing a gutbuster, leaving Misty lying facedown on the mat.  Aly quickly moves back to the corner, climbing to the top rope and gauging Misty as she again tries to push herself up.  At the right moment Aly leaps, coming down with a mushroom stomp to Misty’s head- or she would have had Whitmore not rolled out of the way, and Aly lands on nothing but canvas instead, her knee buckling from the impact as Misty charges to her feet, running in, and catches Aly with a knee right to the head, drawing an eruption from the crowd!

Mark: PEOPLE’S DECREE!  Out of nowhere!   And a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Pollaski: NO!  Gardner somehow finding enough in her to power out!

Misty clearly looks miffed by Alysson’s kickout, and for a second seems unsure of what to do next.  More to buy herself time than anything, she quickly rolls Alysson over, getting on her back and locking in a camel clutch, bending Alysson back up at a rather painful angle.  Aly claws at Misty’s arms, but the smaller girl has the hold locked in too tight to simply be pried off.  Alysson reaches for the ropes, but finds herself too far away on that front, as well.  Still, when Fisk asks her if she wants to quit, the ‘no’ she gives is rather emphatic.

Pollaski: Misty really doing a good job of keeping up the pressure on Alysson here. 

Mark: You’re right on that front, although I doubt this will end the match.  It’ll certainly move Misty closer!

With a growl of pain and frustration, Alysson takes another route than the traditional crawl to the ropes, managing to tuck her legs under her, and slowly but surely push herself up to her feet, the crowd applauding her strength and tenacity, while the expression on Misty’s face is one far less appreciative, especially when Alysson backpedals into the corner, squashing Misty against the turnbuckle.  Whitmore manages to hang on, however, and so Aly stumbles forward, then tries it again, squashing Misty against the turnbuckle a second time.  This time it works, and Misty lets go, crumbling to her knees in the corner, while Alysson staggers halfway across the ring, collapsing to her knees as well, gasping for breath, but clearly relieved to be out of the hold!

Mark: You gotta admire Alysson’s tenacity there.  She flat out REFUSED to give in to Misty’s hold.

Pollaski: Not to mention powering out of it like that.  But both women are down- this has been a very fast paced, hard hitting match, and its taking its toll on both!

Even though both women are down, Fisk doesn’t even bother starting a ten count, giving the girls some leeway in a match of this magnitude.  His decision proves to be the correct one, as its only a few seconds before Misty is stirring, pushing herself to her feet, and looking ready to end this.  Steadying herself, she marches across the ring, dead set on grabbing Alysson and finding a way to finish this- only for Alysson to suddenly spring up and charge at her, smashing full on into her in the midsection and driving her into the mat!

Pollaski: CRIMSON SPEAR!  GOOD LORD CRIMSON SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE!  ALY’S GONNA WIN THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Mark: NO!  Misty kicks out by the hair of her chinny chin chin!

Pollaski: Wait… are you saying that Misty has…

Mark: Just a saying!

The crowd pops both the spear and the kickout, still divided in their loyalties to the two women, and now its Alysson’s turn to look a bit miffed over a kickout, silently beseeching Fisk to reconsider his cadence.  Fisk isn’t good at nonverbal communication, however, so Aly can only shake her head and push herself to her feet, heading for the nearest turnbuckle, and climbing to the top, the crowd coming to its feet as they sense what Alysson’s going for, their suspicions confirmed as Alysson points to the sky.

Mark: Aly’s got the G-Effect in mind! 

Pollaski: She’s outta time though!  Misty’s starting to move!  Aly took too long!

Sure enough, Aly can’t even get the devil horns up before Misty’s coming alive, quickly getting to her feet, so fast she staggers into the ring ropes.  Luckily for Alysson, she doesn’t stereotypically crotch herself on the top rope, but she still loses her balance, forcing herself into a crouch to keep from falling off entirely.  Misty seizes the opening, and runs to the corner, scaling the turnbuckle herself, the crowd roaring as the two women begin to exchange blow, all the while precariously perched atop the buckle!

Pollaski: Oh crap!  Everyone is put into an all oir nothing predicament here!  Someone’s going to crash and burn!

Mark: Both women are fighting for their lives right now!  And an Evolution Title shot!  But mostly their lives!

Alysson rocks Misty with several hard shots, and Misty loses her balance for a second, almost falling off, but grabs Alysson’s arm, and pulls herself back up, headbutting Aly in the face in the process.  Aly nearly pitches off herself to the outside, but with a desperate tug of Misty’s hair restrains her own gravity.  And they exchange blows again, neither woman willing to give up the turnbuckle! Misty cracks Alysson in the jaw again, which sends her reeling, but this time it’s Misty who won’t let her fall, grabbing Aly’s ring top to keep her up, and then kneeing her in the gut to double her over.  And without even pausing to think, Misty leaps up , wraps her legs around Alyssons’ head, and throws herself backwards off the turnbuckle, taking Aly with her as the crowd gasps!!!

Mark: HOLY SHIT!  AD ASTRA!!!!  AD ASTRA OFF THE TOP ROPE AND ALYSSON GARDNER JUST GOT OBLITERATED!

Pollaski: THIS IS JUST A FORMALITY NOW…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING*

The crowd goes absolutely bananas at the move, and again as the bell rings and Misty pushes herself to her feet, exhausted, but her hand raised as Cory makes it official.

Cory: The winner of this match… MISTY WHITMORE!

Pollaski: I hope Kate has a day planner back there somewhere, cause she just got herself a date with her best friend!

Mark: Misty Whitmore going HUGE to win this match tonight, and you’re right, Daniel.  Pure Adrenaline is now officially on a COLLISION COURSE!

Misty continues to celebrate, clearly emotional, while the ref checks on the still-dazed Alysson, who, despite just being spiked into the mat from a considerable height, looks more disappointed than anything.

Mark: You’ve gotta feel for Alysson though, Dan. She just can’t seem to catch a break.

Pollaski: No, she really can’t.  And she had a great plan tonight, but in the end, sometimes things just don’t pan out.  That’s tough, but I have a feeling she won’t be waiting too long for another opportunity. 

After conferring with the ref that it’s safe to do so, Misty reaches down and pulls Alysson to her feet, the two exchanging a brief handshake and hug, the crowd cheering at the sportsmanship, and with that, we head elsewhere.


You Need Some Religion

We cut to a video where we see a cathedral with stained glass windows dotting the high walls before it pans around the building, showing rows of empty pews as orchestral music plays softly in the background. The camera spins around to see a high back seat, whereupon an older man sits, known to longtime FFW fans as the Cardinal. He waves to the camera as if greeting it before he is soon joined by a woman just as familiar.

Trinity: Hello there! As I’m sure most of you know, this is his eminence, the Cardinal... and my name is Trinity! And we bring you this video to announce something very exciting! The second chance season of Future Shock is just around the corner, and yours truly will be entering! And while that is all well and good... I have of course been keeping up with this current season too... and it saddens me to see a certain individual promoting such hate and bile amongst the season. I am taking about Cereza of course.

She shakes her head.

Trinity: Now I have nothing against Wiccans persay, in fact many of our own Christian festivals were derived from the old pagan holidays. But this woman is a bad advertisement... for Wiccans, strippers, wrestlers and human beings in general. And so, before I show up for real in a few weeks... I want to offer something to Cereza. Something the FFW roster members and fans alike have not offered her, and a concept she seems alien to offer herself. Love.

She smiles.

Trinity: Love is a powerful thing. It takes many forms, romantic, sexual, esoteric... but it truly is the most wonderful of human emotions. So I will say this Cereza... you need to learn to love, not only your fellow men and women... but also learn to love yourself. You see, I am coming back to FFW to spread a message of love, a message I know his Eminence behind me is a very big fan of as well. And what better place to spread this amazing message than a hotbed for pain, suffering and violence? We shall rejoice together in the Lord, and in his name, I shall spread his word of love, and defeat those who would oppose it that I may show them the error of their ways. My name is Trinity... and glory be to love.

The Cardinal gave her a short round of applause before he put a cracker into his mouth and we fade back to the live show.





After recapping the war of words between Steph and Mileena, we cut back to the ring as Cory awaits inside.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Zack: You just saw a little bit of the issues between these two, and if you know what I know, you can expect this to resemble a brawl honestly...especially from Steph’s side. And unfortunately, I was informed I’m going to have a guest here shortly.

“Started... ZOMBIE ON THE TRACK!

Started from the bottom now we're here!
Started from the bottom now my whole team fuckin’ here!
Started from the bottom now we're here!
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga!”

Cory: Accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid and The Scarborough Fair... From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 150 pounds this is *THE* STEPHANIE STEFANO!

As “Started From The Bottom” plays throughout the arena, the crowd has already started booing in full force at Steph, who hasn’t even appeared. Under the haze of green spotlights flooding the arena, The Steph Stefano steps out at the top of the ramp, nonchalantly reading the business section of a newspaper with CK and Scar-Fair in tow. After coming down the ramp and ignoring the fans’ jeers, Steph folds her business section and shrugs off the pinstripe sport coat she was wearing. Handing it to her partners in crime, Stephanie rolls into the ring. Largely ignoring all the boos being thrown her way, a smirk still plays up on Steph’s lips as the song by Drake begins to diminish and the lights return to normal. Christian is shown carrying a rolled up newspaper, apparently the Wall Street Journal in his hand.

Zack: Steph Stefano, the self-professed Witch of Wall Street, has her eyes sight on Trios gold right now, but tonight she’s quite happy to face Mileena, who has seemingly been undergoing a change in demeanor.

The Canadian flag appears over the arena screens as the start of the Canadian National Anthem starts to play.

Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!

A loud ripping sound of a record needle scraping rips through the arena as Drag You Down by Finger Eleven blares through the speakers.

Pull me under before I try to drag you down!
Someone has to pull me under before I try and drag you,
Drag you, drag you down!

At that point Mileena Savage finally makes herself known, slowly walking out from the back with a smirk on her face, with her boyfriend Dante Knox at her side.

Cory: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Pride of Canada Mileena Savage!!!!!

Mileena walks down the ramp waving a big Canadian flag, as the crowd boos her though she just seems to revel in it.  She makes sure to ignore the ugly American crowd, walking to the ring and slowly climbing in, waving the flag all the while.  She places it in the corner as Dante joins Zack at the table.

Zack: You know, you’re totally welcome to be in your girlfriend’s corner. I am more than happy to solo this match without you.

Dante: No, I’ve been listening to your commentary all night and you can use the help. Besides it’s not like Mileena needs me for anything.

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match as Steph goes for a blindside attack as soon as the bell rings. Savage turns in time to block her, and begins to fire right hands into her head again and again. The live crowd responds well to this as Mileena fires her a short distance into the corner. Steph collides back first as Savage hits her with a splash before she grabs her head and takes off out of the corner with a bulldog. She mounts Steph’s chest and starts unloading with a few more rights before getting to her feet. The fans certainly respond well to Steph’s abuse as Mileena looks down to the Fair and CK, still holding the Wall Street Journal in his hand.

Zack: Steph went for a cheap shot, and did it ever backfire on the Witch of Wall Street! And Mileena has started this match in firm control.

Dante: Can you explain why she gets to have three people ringside? The Fair doesn’t have manager’s licenses, I’m sure of it.  I didn’t think you could.

Steph starts crawling towards the ropes, and getting to her feet before Savage goes right into her usual attack mode and begins delivering kicks to Steph’s leg. Each shot staggers Steph a bit before Mileena shoves her into the corner again, wrapping her leg around the middle rope and backing up a few paces before she takes off and punts Steph’s thigh. It causes the brunette to shout in pain before Savage frees her leg and drags her out of the corner, hopping on one foot. Stefano throws a few short rights, but none connect as Mileena is able to dodge them before she connects with a dragon screw leg whip that snaps Steph into the canvas.

Zack: Now that was a thing of beauty! Mileena is right on her game plan, trying to take that kneecap apart. And with a power wrestler like Steph, no legs means no chance.

Dante: Plus when you have a gang ringside for all your matches, it’s not like they are going to help her or anything, if it becomes necessary. What’s with the newspaper?

Savage got back to her feet, measuring and dropping an elbow into Steph’s leg before she grabbed both of her feet. She stepped through to apply a figure four leglock, but when she turned, Steph used her other foot to shoot her forward into the ropes. Raquel and Mickey pulled the ropes down as Mileena sailed right through them to the floor as Davis asked Steph if she wanted to continue. Stefano got to one knee, continuing to discuss her ability to wrestle with the referee as the Fair pulled Mileena up to her feet and whipped her into the steel steps. Savage crashed back first, sliding down to sit against them before Mickey took off and delivered a face wash, crunching Mileena’s head against the steps as she did so.

Dante: See what I mean? The Fair would never get involved in a match, that’s ridiculous! They need to find religion.

Zack: Why don’t you go do something about it? I don’t mind, go ahead. I can handle this without you.

Dante: Three of them….and one of me. Yeaaaaaah, no.

Raquel pulled the Canadian up to her feet, tossing her back into the ring as Steph then told Davis she was fit to continue. The brunette drove her knee into Mileena’s back as she laid on her stomach. Stefano shook that same leg, trying to get some feeling back into it before she pulled Mileena up into a front carry and dropped her across her knee. She didn’t let her fall, picking her up again and dropping her a second, third, and fourth time before delivering a powerslam that ground her into the mat.

Zack: Steph’s got such powerful legs that it takes a lot more to wear them down, most anyone else would be limping right now after what Mileena did to her.

Dante: True, but Steph’s got thick thighs. You can call them muscled or meaty or whatever, but you gotta work through the blubber to get to the bone.

Steph shouted it was time to play the market as she scooped up Mileena, delivering an Argentine backbreaker on the Canadian. Savage crashed to the mat in pain as Steph planted a firm boot into her lower back, stepping over her and leaving her feet to crash down on her lower back for added punishment. The Witch of Wall Street told Mileena this one was for her before she delivered a Canadian backbreaker, while the Fair and Christian watched approvingly from ringside.

Zack: Stefano is taking us on a world tour of backbreakers with one from Argentina and that one from your homeland, Knox.

Dante: I’m not from Canada, so unless Minnesota has a backbreaker, that wasn’t for me, dumbass.

Steph jerked Mileena back up, driving a pair of short knees into her back before she applied a full nelson into a backbreaker that planted the redhead. She quickly rolled her over, and hooked the far leg for the cover. Davis moved into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mileena’s shoulder comes up before the three as Davis held up two fingers. Steph got back to her feet, still feeling a bit of the effects from Mileena’s opening assault. She jerked the Canadian beauty back up, and scooped her up onto her back before delivering a Samoan drop. Stefano rolled back to her feet, dusting off her hands as both of the Fair applauded.

Zack: Steph brings pure raw power to the table, and that’s not likely something that Mileena is used to facing when she spends most of her time in the No Surrender division.

Dante: Yeah, power wrestlers don’t tend to worry about submissions. They just knock you the hell out, but not Steph. She’s happy to just pummel you.

Stefano pulled the submission star to her feet, peppering her with rights before she whipped her into the ropes. Savage rebounded as Steph shot her into the air with a pop-up, only for Mileena to counter with a tornado DDT that dropped Steph on top of her head. The fans began to get back into it as both women lay on the canvas, Mileena favoring her back for obvious reasons. Savage rolled to her knees, a look of obvious pain on her face as she started back to her feet slowly. Steph was beginning to stir next as Mileena hit the ropes, and connected with a double knee drop across Steph’s back before she began to pummel her with forearm shots to the back of her head.

Zack: I think Mileena’s found her second gear, and she’s not going to let Steph reassert that power game if she can help it.

Dante: Steph made a mistake there, she should have kept her grounded. When you go trying to throw people around, it’s going to backfire on you at some point.

Savage clasped her hands and began to drive clubbing blows into Steph’s back with an angry look on her face before she got back to her feet. The look of concern was obvious on the faces of Steph’s entourage as Christian laid the rolled up newspaper in the corner in Steph’s eyesight. Savage jerked her back to her feet, and caught her with a swinging neckbreaker. The Canadian beauty rolled her over, hooking the head and leg for a cover as Davis moved into position.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Steph’s shoulder came up before the three as Mileena got back to her feet.

Zack: Near fall for Savage off that swinging neckbreaker, but she hasn’t gotten Steph worn down nearly enough.

Dante: Blubber, there’s a lot to get through on that fairly thick body Steph has.

Mickey hopped up on the apron, taunting Mileena as the referee began to admonish her and tell her to get down. Savage shook her head, glancing down to Steph for a second and taking off to catch Mickey a roaring elbow that sent her off the apron. Savage glared down to her as Raquel was up next around the corner, with Mileena glancing over her shoulder at her. Steph began to crawl towards the corner, grabbing the rolled up newspaper in her hand.

Dante: Now it’s a handicap match, look at that! First Mickey gets blasted, now Raquel is drawing attention. Who’s next, Christian?

Zack: Mickey really did get blasted, didn’t she? Mileena’s not joking around out here, and Raquel may be next.

Steph scooped up the newspaper in her hand, and as Davis tried to get Raquel down, Mileena doubled back towards the brunette who clocked her across the jaw with the rolled up copy of the Journal. Savage dropped like a rock.

Zack: What the hell!? All she did was hit her with a newspaper, how did…

Steph rolled the paper to Christian, who scooped it up only for a lead pipe to slide out to the floor that had been wrapped in the paper. Steph hooked the far leg as Raquel got down from the apron, and Davis dove into position.

Dante: There was a lead pipe in the Wall Street Journal….that’s how! What bullshit!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Davis called for the bell as Christian kicked the pipe under the apron and applauded Steph before joining her in the ring with the Fair. Stefano had her hand raised high in the air by the referee as she kicked proverbial dust behind her onto Mileena.

Cory: Your winner of the match……..’THE’ STEPH STEFANO!!!

Dante: Give the assist to the lead pipe, by the way, Cory. Might as well give the credit where it was due.

Zack: Steph made it a lead pipe cinch that she is leaving the Big Easy tonight with the victory, and it’s a shame because Mileena was starting to pick up steam before it all was for naught.

Dante: Wouldn’t be the first time…

Knox left the booth to head towards the ring as the Fair raised Steph’s hand after they exited the ring, much to the chagrin of the crowd. From there, we cut to a commercial for the 5th anniversary Breaking Point on June 13.

[Adam Grant]

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a SEMIFINAL match in the Tornado Team Tournament!  No tags- all women are legal at all points in this match!  Introducing first…

[Cue the chiptunes and 8-bit sprites! Coming dashing out from the back is Andi Takata, hopping about excitedly, while her partner Kaoru Asaka follows behind at a more reasonable pace....]

Cory: INTRODUCING AT THIS TIME, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 280 POUNDS... HAILING FROM AKASAKA, TOKYO, JAPAN...

[As Kaoru crouches at the top of the ramp, Andi takes off towards the crowd to get them dancing along with her, side to side!]

Cory: SHE IS THE RAGING INFERNO OF FEMME FATALE.... KAORU. BLLLLAZING RAAAAGE ASAAAAKAAA!!

[Asaka springs up with her fist high in the air, and walks down to the ring, past...]

Cory: AND HER PARTNER, HAILING FROM THE GREAT COSMOS...

[Asaka tries to get past Andi to get to the ring, as she's hopping around and excited to be here!]

Cory: SHE IS THE MAGICAL PRINCESS FROM OUTER SPACE...

[Andi positions herself! Step out, arm up.]

Cory: THE "LUCKY STAR" ANDIIIIIIIII TAAAAKATAAAAA!!!!!!

[POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles.]

Cory: TOGETHER... THEY ARE.....

[Wyld Stallyns? NO! The girls ascend the turnbuckles!]

Cory: THE BUUUURNING STAAAAAAR EXPREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

[And they climb down from the turnbuckles and get ready for their match as the music fades down.]

Mai: Errrrrrrrrrrgh… its too fucking early in the day for these riceballs to be coming out.

Mark: Okay first, its nine o’clock in the evening.  Second… you can’t call them that.  Third, you’re Japanese too.

Mai: First, still to early.  Second, yes I can, I have privelages.  Third, I’m normal Japanese.  The BSX is like “Japan, we need to talk” Japanese

Mark: That doesn’t even…

Mai: DOESN’T IT, MARK?!

CORY: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 259 pounds, they are “The Beautiful Nightmare” Katherine Stryfe and Emma MacNamara, NIGHTMARE INCORPORATED!!

As Cory finishes his announcement, the lights go out and a soft “thump” is heard, which fades like an echo. It is promptly replaced by the driving guitars and drums of “Drop Dead Cynical” by Amaranthe

DROP DEAD CYNICAL!

The beat continues in the same way as the lights come back up in red, blue and black. From the curtain emerge Katherine Stryfe and Emma MacNamara. They stand on the stage, dead centre and back to back, looking out at the crowd around them. They turn to face each other, take opposing hands and bump shoulders.

I need attention, feeding my addiction
I want the action, satisfaction.
You have to feed me, worse that I enquire
So my dischord someday takes me higher.

The two friends turn to face the ramp, and begin their walk down the ramp, avoiding the fans as much as they can. As they reach the ring, they turn away from each other, walking to opposite sides of the ring, pulling themselves up on the ropes.

I hope to thrill you that expectations rise!
I hope to bring you to where you’ll be compromised!
I’m coming at you like a killer now!
So it’s the truth you are drop dead cynical!

Vaulting the ropes, the pair take to diagonally opposing corners, where they stand on the middle turnbuckle and look out again, removing their jackets to reveal matching red crop tops. They jump back down and meet in the middle of the ring, and head together to their  corner as the music fades out.

Mai: Finally, some class and beauty out here!  Emma is looking especially fine tonight..

Mark: Kat and Emma have certainly won their share of gold in FFW… and Nightmare Inc has won tag championships all over the world.  But Nightmare Inc has never held gold in FFW, and they want to have an opportunity to change that tonight!

Mai: And all they have to do is beat one of the most overhyped teams in FFW history!

Mark: Now remember, Change of Heart might have lost to the Rudos earlier tonight, but they still are awaiting the winner of this match for the Tornado Championship.  And I think referee Melinda Davies is ready to rock!

*DING DING DING!*

At the sound of the bell, N-INC steps out from their corners towards the center of the ring, but the BSX moves to opposite corners in a flanking maneuver, with Andi moving on Emma’s side and Kaoru angling for Kat.  Emma leans over and whispers something in Kat’s ear, and Kat suddenly grabs her, whipping her across her right into Kaoru, who doesn’t have enough time to respond before she’s decked with a clothesline, Kaoru flopping head over heels.  Kat quickly grabs Emma again, whipping her towards Andi, who was charging to assist her suddenly imperiled partner.  Andi ducks Emma’s clothesline, but runs right into a jumping thrust kick to the face from Kat, and goes down hard!

Mark: HOLY… right off the bat and Nightmare Inc has the BSX in trouble!

Mai: Oh, this match is going to be DELICIOUS.  I can tell that straightaway!

The crowd’s not happy about it in the least, and already boos are cascading down from the fans as both Kat and Emma stomp away on the prone Andi, taking care to aim deliberate shots at her ribs and head.  Kaoru stumbles to her feet, and rushes to her partner’s aid, nailing Kat in the back with a double axehandle, but quickly takes a shot of her own from Emma.  Kaoru tries to fight back, but her punch is blocked by Emma, and she eats another hards hot to the head, followed by an elbow to the head from Kat.  Both women then grab Kaoru, get a running start, and pitch her over the ropes to tumble to the outside!

Mai: And there goes the trash!

Mark: The BSX tried to flank their opponents right off the bat, but it’s backfired terribly, and now Nightmare Inc is disposing of each of them in detail!

Emma and Kat pick up Andi,but the blue haired princess suddenly comes alive, pushing Emma away, hard enough to cause her to trip over her feet and tumble to the mat.  Andi turns her attention towards Kat, nailing her with a dropkick, and sending her tumbling away as well.  Kat quickly rises, but right into a jumping knee from Andi, dazing her further.  Andi grabs Kat, and whips her hard into the turnbuckle, pausing to shout “IKUZO!” before charging- only to be caught from behind by Emma with a shot to the back of her head.  Emma grabs the dazed Andi, pinning her arms behind her back, and beckoning for her partner come on.  After a second to recover, Kat nods, and steps out of the turnbuckle, heading towards the trapped Takeda.

Mark: That’s one of the things about this Tornado style wrestling.  It’s really easy to get yourself trapped in a numbers game here…

Mai: I’m not sure that all matters to the BSX.  I doubt they can count that high.

The crowd is jeering again as Kat just unloads with free shots to Andi, having more than enough time to aim the target of her punches, before devastating Andi with heavy blows, Takeda unable to move thanks to Emma’s binding grasp.  Melinda Davies doesn’t look happy aobut this at all, but she remains silent, knowing no rules are being broken as Kat lands a couple more vicious shots, then steps back, calling out to the fans “So why are they so special again?”  That of course earns her more boos, but Kat simply cackles, and steps back, aiming a superkick right at Andi’s jaw.  As she connects, Emma lifts her up, throwing her backwards and slamming her into the mat with a Dragon Suplex, bridging for the pin!

Mai: It’s over already kids!  HOw.  Pathetic.  Is.  That?

ONE!

TWO!

Mark: Doesn’t look over to me!  Andi kicks out!

The fans pop as Andi’s shoulder pops off the mat, but Kat and Emma are not in the least bit perturbed.  No sooner does Andi kickout than Kat stamps down hard on her head, dazing her again.  Kat stomps a few more times to pass the time as Emma gets to her feet, and together the two drag Andi up, and then whip her into the ropes, Kat taking over and nailing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the space princess.  Kat keeps Andi over her knee, in the backbreaker position, as Emma heads to the ropes, getting a running start for a possible leg drop.  But as she bounces off, a hand reaches in through the ropes, grabbing her by the boot, and tripping her.  Emma crashes to the mat, and is promptly dragged out of the ring by Kaoru, who begins peppering her with rights and lefts on the outside as the crowd pops.

Mark: Kaoru’s back in this!  Nightmare Inc might be regretting not doing more while they had her out of commission and Andi at her mercy!

Mai: All this means is that now they can beat the hell out of Kaoru instead.

Kat lets Andi go, and begins to go to help her partner, before changing her mind, and deciding that the better course of action is to keep the pressure up on Andi, turning back to her, and grabbing one of her legs, turning her over in a half crab submission!  And yelps in pain, and claws at the ropes, while the referee asks if she wants to quit!

Mai: Smart thinking by Kat there.  She’s got the advantage, so keep pressing it.  Emma can handle Kaoru.

Mark: Part of team work is knowing when to trust in your partner to take care of something.  Kat’s exercising that right now.  Although that can backfire…

Sure enough, Emma’s fighting back on Kaoru, rifling shots into her head and body, forcing the green clad Japanese girl back.  Emma shoves Asaka hard, and she stumbles into the ringside steps.  Emma grins, sensing she’s got her opponent cornered, and quickly moves forward, only for Kaoru to duck down, and back body drops her onto the steel steps!

Mark: Ooh!  Somewhere in the back, I bet Wendy Briese is cringing.  Although Emma more landed on her shoudler than her back, thank goodness.

Mai: Irrelevant, Horton!  Kaoru Asaka should be disqualified for that!  And tarred and feathered!   And… well, other horrible things!

As Emma rolls off the stops to the floor, clutching her shoulder and hip in pain, Kaoru sighs with relief,then looks into the ring and sees her partner in trouble, quickly rolling inside, and making a beeline for Kat, who senses Kaoru’s approach, and releases Andi- too late, as she’s quickly took down by a spear from Kaoru, who starts raining blows down on Kat admist the crowd popping.  Andi crawls to the corner and slumps, happy to be out of the way and content to let her partner take things from here for the time being.

Mai: Look at Andi!  What a fucking freeloader!  Just lying there while her partner does all the work!

Mark: Andi’s taken quite a beating Mai.  One of the disadvantages in a tornado match compared to standard tag match is you don’t get a guaranteed rest time if you tag out, so Andi’s got to recover when she can…

Indeed, Kaoru doesnt’ seem to mind Andi’s brief break, as she’s returning the favor on Kat Stryfe with a camel clutch, bending Kat up and backwards at a near 90 degree angle, while Melinda asks if she wants to quit, Kat refuses, gamely holding out while trying to claw her way to the ropes.  On the outside, Emma’s completely unaware of Kat’s predicatment, her focus on using the steel steps to push her up to her feet, a task not made easier by her shoulder.

Mark: Kat’s in bad shape in that camel clutch!  I’m not sure she can hold out, or even reach the ropes!

Mai: Come on, Kat.  Get her fat ass off you and get to those ropes!

Emma’s finally gotten back to her feet on the outside, and realizing her partner’s in trouble, slides into the ring, charging at Kaoru.  As she does, however, a blue blur comes flying in over Asaka and Stryfe, smashing into her with a cross body block!  The crowd pops as Emma is flattened, preventing the save, but groans a second later as Kat manages to lung for the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope and forcing the break!

Mai: NO!  Wait… YES!  Kat’s in the ropes, break the hold you fucking cheater!

Mark: Andi coming out of nowhere to prevent the save, but Kat gets out of it on her own!

Kat lies on the canvas, breathing heavily, her face still in pain from the hold.  Andi gets into a run, and baseball slides into Kat’s midsection, forcing the former FFW Champ to roll out of the ring to the floor.  Emma’s getting to her feet, but Kaoru moves quickly, dropping her with a spinebuster, and then locking in a figure four leglock.  THe crowd pops as Andi moves to the head, and wraps her legs around Emma as well, in a figure four necklock, the crowd popping as Emma tries to struggle, but finds herself unable to in the double hold!

Mark: Figure Eight!  The Burning Star Express is starting to take over this match, and if I’m Shizuka and Chrysta, I’m taking a lot of worried notes here!

Mai: If I’m Shizuka, I’m perparing to committ Seppuku over the fact that my countrywomen are disgraces.

Emma’s rendered almost completely immobile by the Figure Eight, with only her hands able to move, and those are clawing unsuccessfully at Andi’s legs, while also trying to push away Melinda’s face, which is irritatingly popping over her repeatedly asking her if she wants to quit.  Emma continues to refuse though, although she’s starting to face- but that all comes to a quick end as Kat storms back into the ring, driving her boot right into Andi’s back, breaking the hold.  Kaoru hesitates, stunned as she sees her partner arch her back in pain, and Kat takes complete advantage of that and smashes her own foot into Kaoru’s face.

Mai: Its a good thing you can’t keep a good Kat down.

Mark: Stryfe saving her partner like a bat out of hell there!

With Emma freed from the holds, she rolls to the side, out of the way, giving her partner room to go to work.  Kat grabs Kaoru, landing a snap suplex on the larger Expresser, then quickly turns her attention to Andi, hooking the smaller girl up from behind and LAUNCHING her halfway across the ring with a German Suplex.  Even the pro-BSX has to applaud at that as Kat stares down at the three bodies surrounding her.

Mark: The Grand Slammer is trying to take control here!  She single handedly has taken out the Burning Star Express!

Mai: Phew.  I mean… of course she has.  You’re dealing with true greatness when you deal with Nightmare, Inc.

Kat takes a quick second to check on her partner, Emma affirming she’s okay, and trying to rise to her feet, then turns her attention back to Andi Takata, who’s slow to rise herself.  Kat quickly grabs her from behind, hooking up another German Suplex, and sending her almost as far as she did the first time!   Takata rolls under the bottom rope, clutching her back in pain.  Kat turns her attention to Kaoru, who tries fighting back with a flurry of blows.  Stryfe puts an end to that with a vicious knee to the gut, and doubles her over into a nasty looking piledriver that lays Kaoru straight out.

Mai: Here we go again.  Beginning of the end for the Burning Star Express!

Mark: You keep saying that, and yet… we’ve yet to see it…

Kat steps aside, allowing the just risen Emma to move in, and she lifts Kaoru up, tossing her atop the turnbuckle for snake eyes.   Kaoru plants face first, bouncing off, as Emma springboards off the ropes, wrapping her legs around Asaka, and planting her with a DDT!

Mark: Playing with scissors!  Asaka’s in big trouble and Nightmare Inc is ROLLING!

Mai: Time to derail the train for good, ladies!

Both women mock the Express to the crowd, gaining absolutely no love in exchange, before Kat grabs Kaoru and lifts her up.  Emma kneels down behind Kat, as Stryfe lifts Asaka up in a Northern Lights Suplex, taking her over to perfectly crack against the exposed knee of Emma!   The crowd groans, and Kat covers, while Melinda dives to count!

Mai: CRUELLEST INTENTIONS!  Say good night to Kaoru Asaka!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!!

Mark: NO!!!!!!!!  ANDI TAKATA SLITHERED THROUGH AND SOMEHOW…

There’s a moment of stunned silence, before the crowd erupts at the realization that the match isn’t quite over yet.  Kat and Emma are staring at Andi, who’s lying over Karou’s body protectively, having just shoved Kat off the cover.  Emma snarls in frustration, reaching down to grab Andi, only for Andi to spring up and nail a Pele kick right to the face!  Emma drops to her knees, clutching her face, as Kat, now outraged, runs at Andi, shoving her in the back.  But Andi spins around, leaping forward with a bicycle kick that levels Stryfe as well!

Mark: Takata’s cleaning house now, and at the very least she’s buying her partner some time to recover!   And she’s heading towards the turnbuckle!

Mai: ...I need a fucking drink.  Where’s my flask?

Andi balances herself on the top turnbuckle, gauging the distance for what she’s about to do, and takes a deep, calming breath.  She leaps off the turnbuckle, going into a beautiful swanton dive, coming down on top of Emma.  But her momentum keeps her rolling through the move, all the way up to her feet, where she leaps up, reversing her roll into a standing shooting star press, landing flush across Kat!

Mai: Oh FUCK ME!  ALl this flippy dippy crap better not result in a win!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

Mark: Kat’s shoulder up!  But oh god was that close!

The crowd groans as Kat’s shoulder pops up just before the count of three, and Andi looks slightly miffed that didn’t work.  Nevertheless, she gets to her feet, turning her attention to Emma, and dragging her up, only for Emma to counter with shots to the breadbasket, shoving Andi away.  Emma pursues, but suddenly in from the side comes Kaoru, leaping into the air and connecting with the BFKII right into the side of Emma’s head!  The force knocks Emma clear into the air and into the ropes, reeling  And Andi takes her cue, flying up with a dropkick that sends her pitching to the outside!

Mark: Emma just ate some hardcore Kaoru Asaka boot, and I doubt it tasted good!  And I’d be very worried now if I was Kat Stryfe!

Mai: BUllshit!  Kat was destroying both of these two single handedly earlier!  She’ll do it again!

With both the momentum and the crowd now behind the Burning Star Express, Andi again goes to the top rope, Kaoru watching her partner about to fly.  And fly Andi does- with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault- but Kat rolls out of the way!   Andi senses it coming though, and lands on her feet, rolling backwards to further absorb the impact, as Kat quickly gets to her feet- right into a superkick from Kaoru!  She staggers away- into another superkick from Takada!  And that sends her- right into a superkick from Kaoru!

Mai: Oh for Gods sake, do they put lead in their boots or something?

Mark: The Burning Star Express are playing superkick pinball!  I can’t tell who has the high score, but I’m pretty sure Kat Stryfe is losing!

Another superkick crashes into Kat’s face, then another, and its a miracle the Grand Slammer can even stand.  She tetters, slumping into the ropes, and weakly turns around, into a final superkick from Kaoru that sends her pitching over to the outside to the floor- but somehow managing to land on her feet, still wobbly!   Andi grins at this, and takes off for the opposite ropes, Kaoru quickly catching her intent, and positioning herself accordingly, launching Andi into the air, high enough for Andi to go into a beautiful shooting star arc, coming down hard on Kat, the momentum sending both crashing into the ringside barricade hard enough to move it back six full inches!

And yes, cue the holy shit chant.

Mark: BOOSTER ROCKET!  Good lord, Andi Takata just DESTROYED Kat Stryfe with that move, but I don’t know what else was going to make Kat Stryfe go down!  SEVEN SUPERKICKS sure as hell didnt!

Mai: Maybe BSX should just take the hint- Kat is not MEANT to go down!  The BSX is not MEANT to win!

Kaoru looks a bit concerned, realizing Andi was launched a bit too much, and Davies rolls out of the ring, checking on both women.  On the opposite side of the ring, Emma MacNamara has fucking seen enough.  She’s also seen the ref tending to her partner, and decides this would be a wonderful time to grab a chair.  The crowd buzzes angrily at this, jeers coming down, as Emma slides into the ring, the unsuspecting Kaoru still focused on the rubble that is Andi and Kat.

Mai: Oh thank GOD.  Put an end to this horseshit, Emma

Mark: Look out, Kaoru!  Right behind you!

Kaoru hears those words- although not out of Horton’s mouth, but rather her partner on the floor, who sees the danger and yells out the warning.  Kaoru spins to see a large mass of steel headed right towards her face, and frantically tries to dive out of the way.  She succeeds- at least the chair misses her, but Emma’s elbow knocks her in the side of the neck, and she loses her balance, falling flat to the mat.  She tries to scramble to her feet, but Emma spins around with a malicious gleam in her eye, and raises it at the still kneeling Kaoru… only for the chair to be ripped out of her hands from behind!

Mark: Andi Takata says ‘NAH UNH!  NOT ON MY WATCH!”

Mai: SHE HAS A CHAIR, REF!  STOP CARING ABOUT KATHERINE STRYFE’S HEALTH AND DISQUALIFY THAT BITCH!

Emma angrily spins around, grabbing at Andi, who slides down off the apron and chucks the chair as far as she can up the entrance ramp.  While she does that, Kaoru comes in behind Emma, and before MacNamara can react, she’s rolled up into a small package, just as Davies slides back into the ring!

Mai: NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

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

Mark: SHE GOT IT!

*DING DING DING!*

Kat tries to make the save, but she’s too far away, and isn’t even fully in the ring as the hand comes down for the third time, and the crowd absolutely ERUPTS!

Cory: The winners of this match… and advancing to the finals of the Tornado Championship Tournament…. THE BURNING!  STAR!  EXPRESS!!!!!

The live crowd roared as they came out of their seats in unison, as Andi is helped up finally her partner. Their hands are raised in victory by the official!

Mark: The first time ever these two world class teams met was tonight, and it was the BSX who are going to the finals at Unstoppable to challenge to become the first ever FFW Tornado Tag Team Champions!

Mai: Poor Kat and Emma! This is all terrible forever, Mark.

Andi and Kaoru shake hands, with Andi beaming from ear to ear until a pair of chairs slam across their backs and send them to the mat. Kat and Emma look at one another and start to hammer shots into them repeatedly.

Mark: Are you kidding me?! Nightmare, Inc. doing exactly what set all this off in the first place, and now they are using those chairs once again!

Mai: It doesn’t cost anymore, why not! Hit them for me, girls!

As the team raise the chairs to do it again, the lights in the arena blink out. A buzz begins to rumble through the building.

Mai: Wait, what’s going on?! I was enjoying the beatdown!

Mark: I have a feeling…..

The video wall comes to life as a shot glass is slammed onto a table. And then another, and then another before a row of them sit empty side by side. The video wall shows someone picking up one last shot glass before we see her back as she heads off camera.

Mai: Is this what all those shot glasses were about? I think we were getting sponsored by a liquor company, was hoping for Guinness.

Mark: The fans here at the Smoothie King Center aren’t sure what’s going on...and neither am I. But I have a feeling we’re about to find out.

The opening drum solo of ‘What’s Left of Me’ by Redneck Remedy kicks off, the strobe lights thrumming with every beat of the kickers. Against the lights the silhouette of a person appears against the lights before they suddenly shut off and the whole arena goes dark for a moment. The guiter riff and the lights come back on simultaneously to show Whiskay Ayano is standing at the top of the ramp. The fans in the arena roar as they see the drunken Joshi. Whiskey throws back a shot, and tosses the glass behind her. Kat and Emma stare from the ring as Ayano takes off down the ramp.

Mark: DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?! THAT’S WHISKEY AYANO!!

Mai: I think I just orgasmed….

Ayano hits the ring, catching Emma with a spinwheel kick into the chair and back into her head before she clotheslines her over the top rope. Kat turns and runs at her as well, but Ayano splits in the center of the ring, pops back up and catches the Hall of Famer with a mule kick. Ayano spins on a dime and catches her with a knee trembler that sends her out of the ring to the floor with Emma, while the fans roar in approval.

Mark: That’s who the videos were about, Mai! The shot glasses, they were whiskey shots...and that’s who it was for all along! Ayano came to the rescue of the BSX, and the fans in New Orleans LOVE it!!

Whiskey helps her two friends to their feet, as Andi in particular looks happy to see her. Kaoru does as well as Ayano raises their hands in victory.

Mai: What does it mean though? Am I going to have to buy new underwear?!

Mark: The sold out crowd at the Smoothie King Center are electrified, and it’s because that woman just came to help the Burning Star Express! It’s last call for Nightmare, Inc, and Whiskey Ayano just arrived in FFW!!

Mai: So I am going to have to buy new underwear….

Fans: WHISKEY WHISKEY!

Mark: I don’t know exactly what all this means, but you want to talk about one hell of a surprise here tonight in the Big Easy! The BSX are going to the finals at Unstoppable, and Whiskey Ayano has stepped foot for the first time in a FFW ring! You can bet Nightmare, Inc. wasn’t expecting this!!

Whiskey shook hands with Kaoru and Andi, all three turning to see Nightmare, Inc. starting to walk backwards up the ramp.

Mark: The drunken Joshi has arrived, and ohh boy, I can’t wait to see where this is all going! Welcome aboard, Whiskey!

With the fans still quite happy about the BSX’s victory as well as seeing Whiskey, we fade to a commercial for Unstoppable 6.


Rivalry Reborn

As the show returns to the back, the fans respond quite loudly at the sight of Vincent Belmont and his wife, the comely Sophie Richards. Vincent shares a kiss with his bride before he begins to speak.

Vincent: On such a historic night, I am honored to be here with my beautiful and awe-inspiring bride, Sophie. And many thanks to the people of New Orleans who have welcomed us and the rest of FFW so warmly. And with FFW’s 5th anniversary show coming up at the next Breaking Point, I was informed of a match that my angelic goddess would be part of, on that grand show.

Sophie: Once more with feeling, I suppose one could say. Because on FFW’s fifth anniversary, it will be a third time meeting of a match once nominated for Match of the Year. Myself, against FFW’s very own brat princess, Desirae Kain.

She shakes her head.

Sophie: I am, to my chagrin for the most part, familiar with both members of the tag team formerly known as Pink, Inc. ANd believe me, from what I have seen, these two hateful women deserved each other. I have been watching Desirae’s recent open challenges with interest; designed no doubt to make the Francophone lady look strong and imposing. But do you know what I saw, Desirae? To me, those matches have only served to prove that you are a coward. I see it in your eyes... the only person you are convincing of your strength is your self. You are a martyr to your own ego. And in two weeks time, you will go up against a woman you have never defeated... and that begs the question... how is that little ego of yours? Strong on the surface, but fragile underneath, perhaps?

Vincent: What an amazing turn of events, isn’t it? In both of the previous encounters, the fans were far from being behind my lovely bride. And yet here in their third meeting in a rivalry that is almost as old as FFW, they will be solidly behind Sophie. To call oneself the greatest graduate in the history of Future Shock is quite the claim, Miss Kain. And I certainly look forward to seeing you prove that to be the case, because I don’t feel you have thus far. Your Open Challenges have done you more disservice than service since you began. How you could disrespect a talented young lady like Miss Gray by having one of those challenges on the same night you faced her earlier….very disappointing. I am curious if you feel the same about my bride. Will you be taking an Open Challenge before facing her? Because if so….insulted would not begin to describe how she and I would feel.

Sophie: Honestly, Desirae, I am sure you are not that foolish. After all, you are really the one with something to prove here. Twice we have faced, and twice I have beaten you. And whilst I would never be so perverse to call myself the greatest graduate in Future Shock... I am the oldest remaining graduate, from way back in Season Two. I have made my share of mistakes, and perhaps it could be argued I lack the hunger of some of my peers. But the difference between us Desirae, is that I accept my limitations, and I accept that I am not some wrestling deity. My only hope is that if I beat you for a third time, you will be forced to accept the same about yourself.

Vincent: I look forward to it greatly, a fitting match for the anniversary show. Good luck, Miss Kain. It will be greatly needed on your behalf.

Vincent offers the camera a slight smile as he takes his wife’s hand before we cut away elsewhere.




A video package showing the history between Gabrielle Crimson and Ignis is shown, also including recent events involving Rhea Laskaris before we cut back to the live show. Cory Kincaid is already in the ring as the camera pans around, showing more than a half dozen ladders surrounding the ring.

Mark: As you saw, there is a lot of history behind what we are about to see, and I believe this is also the first time that the Future Shock Championship has been defended in a ladder match! Joining me is a woman who would love to have it herself, and has been in the ring with two out of three of the women in this match, none other than Mel Avilo.

Mel: Hi there folks! Thanks for having me for this, Mark! And yes...two out of three, two fantastic matches with them...and holy crap I’m glad I’m not in this match right now!

The camera then shows the two Future Shock Championships hanging above the ring, one belonging to Rhea and the one that belongs to Ignis.

Mark: Only one of those is the real one, fans, as you probably know. And after this match, only one person will have them both. I’d prefer the real one, as opposed to Ignis’ variation.

Mel: As would I! And almost anyone who’s not Ignis! But lets be fair, Ignis’ respect for the Future Shock division of this company is scarce at best.

Cory: The following contest is a ladder match, and it is for the FFW Future Shock Championship!

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

Cory: Introducing first, from Côte d'Azur, France... "The Wildcat"... GABRIELLE CRIMSON!

She jumps onto the ring apron and then slides into the ring passing between the bottom and the middle ropes, proceeding to climbs two turnbuckles, roaring and blowing kisses at the audience. After that, she jumps back to the mat and starts jumping in place to warm up.

Mark: Originally this match was supposed to be the final battle between Gaby and Ignis, but for those of you who watched Absolution 2 on Pay Per View, well Gaby ran into a wall.

Mel: And the name of that wall is Rhea! But in saying that, Mark, if Gabrielle had lost to Mandy Gray in the All-Star finals, this match would still have been a triple threat. And one of three women who like the hangtime. That’d just be scary. A bit like Rhea with a ladder. To hell with that.

The heavy crunching riffs of “Going To Hell” by The Pretty Reckless hit the PA. As the vocals kick in, Ignis walks out of the entranceway, her arm shooting up as flames blast out from the stage, Andy Marx following behind her. She twirls around him, giving him a kiss. Ignis walks down  the ramp before hopping onto the apron and flipping over the top rope. She points to the far turnbuckle, and a flame shoots out of it, before doing the same at each of the four turnbuckles, almost as though she is conducting a symphony of flame, as Andy walks down to ringside. Behind them follows Jake Chandler with a smile on his face, waving to a few of the fans who are more happy to see him than the couple.

Cory: Hailing from Llanfair, Wales, she is accompanied to the ring by her husband, Andrew Marx. This is…..’THE FIREBIRD’ IGNIS!!!

Mark: Depending on who you talk to, Ignis has turned over a new leaf. She’s been almost the way she once was before she decided to become a solo star in FFW. Whether you believe it is up to you, but my focus is on Jake Chandler, who got wrapped up in all of this by the couple. If there is one innocent party in that threesome, it’s him.

Mel: I want to believe it, but while I say that, I don’t think Ignis and I will ever get along. So I could really care less what happens to her as far as being battered by everything in existence goes.

The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light Team Kyle’s Athena stands at the top of the ramp, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.

You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world

Rhea slowly makes her way down to the ring, rolling her shoulders a bit as she makes her way down the ramp.  Rhea stays solely focused on the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part as she climbs into the ring.  The Modern Day Amazon climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, her face calm as she gazes upon the masses before hopping down. The powerfully built Greek Amazon rolls her neck from side to side and stretches, pulling on the ropes as her music stops.

Cory: She hails from Tripoli, Greece! Please welcome the reigning and defending FFW Future Shock Champion…….’THE MODERN DAY AMAZON’ RHEA LASKARIS!!

Mark: I’ll never forget Absolution 2 when that woman flat out dominated Gabrielle Crimson for the better half of their title match, and I’ll be honest with you. She’s beaten them both in singles matches, and I’m not sure either one of them could take her one on one after the performances she’s had.

Mel: Well Gabby and Ignis should both just be grateful that this isn’t one on one and the adage of the bigger they are, the harder they fall might just ring true if Rhea doesn’t walk out with the belt!

All three women look around at the assortment of ladders surrounding the ringside area before referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match. Both Gaby and Rhea move towards the center of the ring, shaking one another’s hand and wishing each other good luck. Ignis joins them, offering her hand to either of them. The two look over at her and back to one another before each of them grab her arms and send her across for the ride. Ignis rebounds off the far side as Rhea whips Gaby right into her with a running clothesline. It takes the Firebird down for a moment before she starts back to her feet, only to catch a running boot to the head from Rhea as she passes by. The fans seem quite happy with this as Rhea pulls the Firebird back to her feet, pinning her arms behind her and giving Crimson a free shot. Gaby doesn’t take it for kicking Ignis in the abdomen, causing Rhea to shove her forward into her and delivering a DDT on Ignis. Crimson rolls back to her feet with a smile as she looks up to Rhea.

Mark: Neither Rhea nor Gaby were interested in giving Ignis a chance to cheap shot them, and they just mowed down the redhead for her efforts!

Mel: Probably smart, being honest. Until Ignis proves herself, I wouldn’t trust her as far as I can throw her...but I like to think I can throw her pretty far, so...crap.

The two women look to one another, shrugging their respective shoulders before they lock up in the center of the ring. Rhea’s superior power allows her to push Gaby back into the ropes, but Crimson outsmarts her with a drop toe hold that sends the champion throat first across the middle rope. Rhea starts coughing before Gaby takes off for the far side. She rebounds quickly, leaving her feet and using a baseball slide across Rhea’s back and head, driving her into the ropes again. The two time champion lands on her feet and hops up onto the apron, taking off down it and delivering a leg drop across the back of her head that sends Laskaris back into the ring, holding her neck.

Mark: This is almost a total reversal from what we saw at Absolution when these two met for the Future Shock Championship. Gaby’s got a new gameplan, and it’s working gangbusters for her!

Mel: She’s learned and dear Lord it’s working for her! Future challengers, take note! Gabrielle’s gonna vary everything on your ass!

Crimson rolled back into the ring, measuring Laskaris as she started to get back up. Gaby hit the ropes again, running past her and driving her head into the mat with a bulldog. Rhea’s face bounced off the mat as Gaby rolled her over, and delivered a double knee drop into her abdomen. It doubled the Amazon in two for a moment before Crimson got back to her feet with a smile growing on her face. However, the Amazon didn’t remain down long as Gaby hit the near side ropes and came at her with a low dropkick right to the head that sent her rolling into the ropes. And as she got to her feet and turned, Ignis scooped her up onto her shoulders and dropped her across her knee with a gutbuster!

Mark: I think she forgot about Ignis for a second there, and the Firebird just introduced her knee into Gaby’s stomach.

Mel: Golden rule; never forget! Except I’m guilty of having done it in the past, so whatever!

Ignis began to put the boots to Gaby’s arm and shoulder before she pulled her back up to her feet, pinning one arm behind her back before she scooped her up and slammed her on the canvas. Gaby clutched her arm in pain as Ignis drove her knee into it before she pulled her up again, this time delivering a shoulderbreaker that crumpled the Wildcat on the mat. The redhead looked back to her husband as Andy folded up a ladder and slid it into the ring for her, as Jake watched on with a fascinated expression on his face. The Firebird scooped up the ladder sideways, and as she turned around, a big boot into that ladder sent it and Ignis crashing into the mat. And the boot was delivered by Rhea!

Mark: Not often you see a boot into a ladder, but Rhea had a moment to recover and she made Ignis pay for touching it!

Mel: Rhea’s legs give her that advantage, and it might just have worked for her.

With the fans getting more and more behind Rhea, she leaned over Ignis and pulled the ladder up a couple feet before driving it into her chest over and over again, as if she were using it to stomp Ignis down. The ladder was driven repeatedly into her body before Rhea snatched it out of her reach, looking up at the two titles hanging over the ring.

Mel: That’s one way to burst silicone! And it looked painful. But hey, if it keeps Ignis down, I’m all for it!

The Amazon moved underneath them and began to set the ladder into place. Positioning it just as she liked, Rhea moved around and began to make her ascent. She only got two steps up before Gaby used the middle rope for a springboard into a roundhouse kick to the back of her head! Laskaris plunged with a thud into the mat as Gaby got back to her feet and took off towards the other side of the ladder to climb.

Mark: My God, a roundhouse to the back of Rhea’s head! That could have knocked her out, and now Crimson’s ready to go get her gold!

Mel: Quickest ladder match ever if that’s the case!

The Wildcat began to climb up the other side, making sure to keep an eye on Rhea before Andy hopped up on the apron, only for Jake to pull him down gently with a smile. Gaby noticed it for a second and continued to climb before Ignis ended up behind her, jerking both of her feet out from under her before Gaby’s face smacked one of the steps of the ladder before she hit the mat. The Firebird had a small smile on her face at her handiwork before she started to climb up herself. Most of the fans were booing now as Ignis began to climb higher.

Mark: These fans here in the Big Easy aren’t buying what Ignis has been trying to sell, but the self-professed Wrestling God is on her way up!

Mel: If Gabby doesn’t have a broken nose after that, i’ll be impressed!

Rhea finally made it back to her feet as Ignis was about halfway up the ladder. The Modern Day Amazon moved behind her, hammering shots into her back before Rhea climbed up onto the bottom rung behind her. She snapped her arms around her waist and tried to go for a belly to back suplex. But Ignis had a tight grip on one of the upper rungs. So Laskaris blasted her lower back with headbutts and then snapped off that very suplex to send Ignis crashing into the mat.

Mark: It didn’t take long for the ladders to come into play, and the Future Shock Champion just planted Ignis off that belly to back suplex.

Mel: Ignis is down! Took some going to get her there, but she’s down!

Rhea glanced up to the titles for a moment before she saw Gaby starting to move again. The Amazon pulled her up by the arm and rocketed her into the corner with an Irish whip. The brunette struck hard against the turnbuckle before Rhea charged in, catching her with a corner clothesline that crunched her into the corner. She laid the erect ladder down on the canvas flat. She scooped her up high overhead into a military press before she walked out from under her, letting the former champion crash face first into the ladder! And with both women down, Rhea looked up to the titles with a smile and scooped up the ladder to reset it.

Mark: Rhea has put both Ignis and Gaby down, and there’s nothing to stop her from climbing up that ladder and retaining her championship right now.

Mel: Not gonna lie, I’d feel a bit cheated if that was the case. This match has been fantastic for what little there’s been.

Laskaris began to make her ascent step by step before Andy climbed back up onto the apron, yelling at her. Jake moved around, grabbing his arm and trying to get him to get back down before Rhea shook her head and climbed back down herself. Jake asked Andy to stay on the floor, causing him to look away before Rhea charged the ropes and sent Andy to the floor the hard way. That brought a cheer from the crowd as Rhea turned back towards the ladder and resumed her climb. She went step by step up one side until a missile dropkick from the top rope behind her sent her face first into the steel...and it was from Gaby! Rhea’s face smacked the rung in front of her as she started to slide down the tool. Crimson crouched in the corner as Rhea staggered to her feet, only to turn around and get caught with a huge spear that folded the Amazon in half!

Mark: CRIMSON SPEAR!! And it did the job that time! Rhea had her legs under her the first time, but she damn sure didn’t there! That’s gotta make Gaby feel good!

Mel: If it doesn’t, there’s something wrong with that woman! That was fantastic!

Laskaris held her ribs on the mat as Crimson darted over her, jumping onto the ladder and beginning to climb up herself. She made it three steps before Ignis began to climb up on the other side, having gotten back to her feet. The two met at the top of the ladder, staring across at one another before they started trading big right hands. The fans in attendance roared in approval as the rivals laid into each other!

Mark: Listen to this place! Ignis and Gaby are lighting each other up with those big rights, and the fans in the Big Easy love it!

Mel: So do I! Go Gabby Go!

The two continued to trade blows before Gaby grabbed Ignis’ head and bounced it off the top of the ladder. It rocked the Firebird as Gaby reached up to grab at the two titles...and a step ladder flew and hit her in the back as she did! Crimson clutched the ladder with one hand, and her back with the other as Davis yelled at Andy, who pointed to Jake and said he did it!

Mark: That step ladder just struck Gaby’s spine, and listen to Andy say Jake did it! I didn’t see it but I don’t believe it for a second!

Mel: No one in here does! Jake’s not exactly a sneaky guy!

Ignis began to regain her composure, smiling at what happened before she climbed up another rung, getting her hand on one of the titles and trying to untether it from the hook. As soon as she grabbed one of the titles, Gaby fired a big right hand into her ribs that doubled her over. But the Wildcat’s back was still bothering her as she held at it again with her free hand. Crimson climbed up another rung, hammering blows across Ignis’ back before she flipped up and over into a sunset flip from the top of the ladder to the canvas below, driving Ignis’ body into the mat!

Mark: For the love of God, a sunset flip into a powerbomb off the ladder! And Ignis is done! I’m not sure what good that did for Crimson’s back though!

Mel: None, that’s what! Both their backs are going to be in agony!

Gaby’s face was awash in pain as she clutched her back again, with Ignis splayed on the canvas in front of her. Crimson started to slowly get to her feet before Rhea was back up. And as soon as Crimson was up and turned, she walked into a goozle! Gaby’s face went wide with shock as Rhea hoisted her up for a chokeslam, but Gaby broke her grip and ended up behind her. Crimson hit the near side ropes, and ran right into a huge boot to the face as Rhea delivered a roundhouse kick of her own! It flattened the challenger as Rhea dropped to one knee, trying to collect herself.

Mel: Gabby tried and Gabby failed! But Rhea is tired too! And Ignis...well, let’s pretend Ignis is dead. That’d be nice.

Rhea made it back to her feet, turning back and dragging the ladder back under the titles again. With the fans solidly behind her, the Greek brunette began her ascent yet again. Step by step, she slowly made her way up till she was only three steps from the top. And as she reached up to grab the titles, a hand wrapped around her ankle. Laskaris looked down to see that hand belong to Ignis. The Amazon shook her head at the Firebird, trying to stomp at her head to get her to let go. She finally managed to break Ignis’ grip before Andy was in the ring, and climbing up the other side of the ladder. But Rhea was there to greet him, shaking her head. Jake rolled into the ring, pulling on Andy’s leg and trying to get him to come down.

Mark: Would someone just throw that idiot out of here?! Obviously this was all a put up job, at least on Andy’s behalf! And that’s nowhere for Jake to be either!

Mel: I’m gonna call the biggest load of bull ever if Jake gets hurt! Though I’m definitely getting the sense that Ignis’ turned pages were trying to get people to feel safe around her.

Andy glanced down at Jake, kicking his hand away before he turned back, and stared into the eyes of an angry Rhea. Laskaris wrapped her hand around his throat, and delivered a chokeslam on Andy from the top of the ladder to the mat. Jake just barely got out of the way before Andy rolled to the floor with Jake out after him to check on him. Rhea returned her attention back to the titles above her head, resuming the climb from before when  she heard someone shout her name. Rhea turned to one side on the ladder as Gaby came off the top with a Crimson Spear that drove both of them into the mat with violent impact!

Mark: Another spear...off the top rope!! That’s twice Rhea’s felt that move tonight! Is Gaby ever hellbent on reclaiming her title tonight?! And look at Jake on the floor checking on Andy, he’s too nice for his own good!

Mel: I’m willing to bet that Ignis would have his head  if he didn’t. Though I’m more worried about the fact Rhea and Gabby are both down, leaving room for Ignis.

The fans began to get behind Gaby now as the Wildcat fought back to her feet, still holding her back in pain as she looked back up to the championship overhead. An exhausted smile formed on her face as she started to climb back up once again. However, she only made it a couple steps before a chair crashed across her back! Crimson shouted in pain as she fell back to the mat, only for Ignis to step over her and begin wearing her out with violent chair shots one after another Crimson covered her head barely as Ignis hammered every part of her body relentlessly!

Mark: Ignis is just...decimating Gaby with that chair! I know it’s not illegal in a ladder match, but I’m not buying this garbage any longer! Look at her face.

Mel: Did you ever buy it, Mark?

Ignis’ face showed a wicked and crazed smile as she looked up to the fans in attendance. Her eyes looked back down to Gaby and began wailing away with the chair on her again, causing the seat to warp. She stepped over her, heading towards the corner as she waved for Rhea to get up.

Mark: She’s gonna take Rhea’s head off with that chair, look at that evil expression! She’s not changed at all! And Rhea’s about to get decapitated!

Mel: DUCK RHEA! And not the semi-aquatic bird kind either!

The Modern Day Amazon began to get back to her feet, her back to Ignis who waved the chair in place as she waited for her to turn around. The fans watched in rapt attention before Rhea turned and Ignis charged at her. But Laskaris threw a hard right that punched the chair right out of her hands! Ignis’ jaw dropped as she looked from the chair back up to an incensed Rhea!

Mark: What have you done, Ignis?! Rhea’s face tells the story….Ignis is gonna die!

Mel: If she can punch a chair out of someone’s hand, barely feel it and not break a sweat doing so...you’re damn right she is!

Laskaris grabbed her around the neck with both hands, lifting her off her feet into the air as the fans came to their feet. Ignis’ feet dangled as Rhea shook her head up to her, and delivered a Rydeen bomb!

Mark: A THUNDEROUS Rydeen bomb!! Game over!! Rhea’s on a rampage, and who can blame her!

Mel: Note to self: don’t piss off Rhea.

Laskaris rolled back to her feet, looking up to the titles again until Andy got back into the ring and hit her with a chop block that dropped her to her knees. Marx moved around in front of her, and dropped her with a DDT before he rolled out of the ring. He moved around the corner as Jake asked him what he was doing before Andy dragged out a table and slid it into the ring. Marx went to fold up another ladder before Jake told him to let them fight the match themselves, only for Andy to shove him backwards into the apron.

Mel: Oh for the love of...This is getting beyond ridiculous now.

Marx folded up the second ladder and slid it into the ring before climbing in himself. He set the second ladder up a little distance from the ropes and then dragged the other ladder backwards to be parallel to it. He then scooped up the table, placing one side on top of one ladder and getting the other side on the top of the other, building a bridge before he started trying to revive his wife.

Mark: Andy must have had Legos as a kid, he builds a damn good bridge! And now look, he’s trying to get Ignis to climb up there and literally walk to the Future Shock Championship!

Mel: He did! But he was useless with them! Must have got better though. Failing that someone showed him how to do it. But no. This is bull.

Ignis started coming around with the help of her husband as he pulled her towards the bridge he built, telling her to climb up and get the gold. The Firebird did just as he asked, starting to climb one side and make her way to the top. Andy looked up with pride until he got spun around, and caught a jumping roundhouse kick that sent him through the ropes to the floor….from a revived Gaby!

Mark: TASTE THE RAINBOW!!! And to a nicer guy it couldn’t have happened!

Mel: GO GABBY! That’s a drink on me!

With the fans behind her, Gaby took off up the other side of the bridge and climbed up to the table. Ignis made it about the same time as the two stared across from one another. They crawled towards each other carefully on their hands and knees, sat up on their knees and began trading right hands all over again!!

Mark: I don’t know how much weight that table’s gonna hold, two full grown women are just laying into each other about ten feet above the mat!

Mel: The tables are stronger than they look, but they can only support the weight for so long. That’s gonna be a hell of a fall if and when they break!

As the two continued to trade, a third ladder was set up underneath the middle part of the table like a column, and here came Rhea. Laskaris slowly climbing it to the top before she stepped off onto the table with them. Gaby and Ignis rose to their feet as all three of them traded blows!

Mark: With that third ladder holding up the center of the table….we got a three way brawl up there! And this isn’t going to end well for someone!!

Mel: Two of them! Jesus wept!

Ignis grabbed both of their heads and cracked them together before she threw Gaby off one side, and back body dropped Rhea off the other side. Ignis reached up and jerked the titles down!  Davis called for the bell!

Mark: For the love of God….Ignis has done it again!

Mel: Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. DEAR LORD NO! This is not okay!

Cory: The winner of the match….and for the third time NEW FFW Future Shock Champion…..”THE FIREBIRD” IGNIS!!

Mark: She ought to give one of those titles to Andy for all the help he was tonight, no surprise there!

Mel: The act is over! Hopefully. Finally.

Ignis sneered from ear to ear as she held both titles above her head, clutching them to her chest before she climbed down.

Mel: Oh get that horrible thing you call a smile off your face, you sack of trash.

Ignis rolled out to the floor shaking with laughter! She glanced down to her husband as he began to get up. And the Firebird grabbed another chair, staring at Rhea and Gaby. Her eyes flashed seemingly before she spun on a dime and bent the chair over Jake’s head! The live crowd was deafening in its boos as Jake hit the floor face down with a pool of blood under his head forming.

Mark: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?! Somebody get out here right now! She won the damn match!

Mel: WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD?! What the HELL did Jake do to deserve that?!

Ignis slid the chair around his neck as she climbed up onto the apron, and came off with a double stomp before a geyser of blood erupted from Chandler’s mouth. Rhea finally made it to the floor as Ignis and Andy darted over the barricade through the crowd. Out next was Kaylee Clarke, who sprinted down the ramp with Mallory Bennett walking behind with a kendo stick in her hands.

Mel: Beaten to it! Of course they run like cowards! Heaven forbid they ever pay for their misdeeds!

Kaylee stared daggers at the couple as they darted back over the barricade and up the ramp. She dropped to her knees with tears streaming down her face, screaming at someone to get some help as medical personnel erupted from the back.

Mark: That….that was beyond sickening! That bitch should be suspended indefinitely!

Mel: I’d rather see her sacked, personally.

A gurney came out next as Gaby had made it back to her feet, wandering over to see what had happened as Kaylee sat on her knees, leaning over Jake as the EMTs plugged a breathing apparatus into his mouth as he was choking on the blood coming out of his mouth.

Mark: Jake tried to believe in Ignis and Andy, but you can damn well see what that got him. And Kaylee is understandably in tears.

Mel: I would be too! Watch this, she’ll claim she never got sympathy when people were “attacking” Andy...except Andy is actually trained. Jake’s not.

Jake was loaded onto the gurney as the EMTs began to escort him away with Kaylee and the others right behind them.

Mark: I have no idea as to the condition of Jake Chandler, but….I’m pretty sure it won’t be good.

As the EMTs disappeared backstage, we cut to a commercial for Unstoppable 6!


Unfinished Business

After a brief commercial for the sixth annual Unstoppable, we find Robby Reynolds waiting in the back in front of the Relentless logo.

Robby: On July 25, FFW will host its sixth annual Unstoppable, the biggest night of the year for this promotion. We encourage you to join us that night on Pay Per View as we will be live at Madison Square Garden for what promises to be a historic night in FFW history. With that said, my guest at this time has made some history of her own. Not only did she win the Future Shock Cup recently with a Pick Your Poison prize to go with it, she also has a berth in the Season of Champions next year. Megan, come on in.

With the introduction complete, the bounty hunter steps into shot wearing an official Unstoppable t-shirt as she stands next to the interviewer.

Megan: Good evening Robby, it’s great to be here at Relentless. It’s been a pretty interesting night so far and it’s only going to get more and more interesting as it goes on. Still mulling over the Pick Your Poison prize and I’m really looking forward to joining the Season of Champions when it rolls around; that’s a major opportunity right there...but one step at a time right? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Robby: That’s one thing I planned to bring up. I was informed earlier today that you planned to enter the Second Chance season. My question is if you are already promised a berth in the Season of Champions, why would you want to go through the Second Chance as well?

Megan: Because, to some extent, I feel like I’ve got a little bit of…

The brunette pauses for a second.

Megan: I guess the best phrase would be ‘unfinished business’ when it comes to Future Shock. Sure I did great in my season. I won each of the wrestling challenges that I took part in; I made it to the final three. And after getting that far, there’s part of me that thinks that I could go a couple of steps further. That I can make the final and actually win the whole thing. The Second Chance season gives me the opportunity to find out once and for all and head into the Season of Champions with a clean slate.

Robby: I see. Since we’re on the subject of Future Shock, I’d like to get your thoughts on what has been going on in the ongoing 18th season. Anyone stand out to you, be they currently involved or eliminated?

Megan: There have been a couple of people who have stood out from the 18th season. It’s pretty safe to say Amanda Richardson made waves just before the season started and maybe hasn’t quite used that momentum as best she could - but while she’s still involved, the girl definitely has a chance. Isis has also stood out. That girl has been dominant and has used all of her physical attributes to her advantage. And then you’ve got Cereza who has stood out for all the wrong reasons - but I guess there’s always one right? Just so happens it’s her this time around.

Robby: Last but not least, let’s get an update on that Pick Your Poison contract. Any thoughts on where or when you will be using it yet?

The brunette smiled.

Megan: I’m still assessing my options when it comes to the Pick Your Poison contract. It’s a chance to write my own ticket. A massive opportunity for me to turn heads and put myself squarely in management’s thoughts going forward and I want to make sure I don’t rush that decision or do anything to jeopardise that. Rest assured though Robby, I’ll be making my decision sooner rather than later and I’ll make sure that you’re the first to know.

Robby: Fair enough, thank you for your time tonight, Megan.

On that, we cut back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

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: The following is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina; being accompanied to the ring by Seth Star, she is the Champion of Champions and the face of Future Shock; this is the QUEEN OF GAMES... JODIE GRAY!

Mark: Jodie wanted it... She made it happen... And here it is! The Queen of Games has done her darndest to get Crystal Hilton in the ring with her, and she gets her wish tonight!

Camilla: And she's done so in the most despicable way possible: assaulting Jennifer Williams, her partner! How much of a creep does one have to be to assault a Jedi?!

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. After that, the lights fade out as two spotlights hit the entrance curtain. As it does, "Fighter" by Christina Aguilera begins to blast all across the speakers. That is when Daniel Pollaski emerges from the curtain. He smiles as he points at the curtain and that is when the one formerly known as the Blossoming Rose emerges through them.

Cory: And accompanied by her manager Daniel Pollaski, from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit, Michigan... One third of the FFW Trios Champions... The HI-DEF DIVA... 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 stops glancing at a special girl in the audience. She takes a pink rose from out of her boot and hands it to the fan giving them a hug.

Mark: And here's the Femme for All 2015 winner, one third of Triple Threat, down here to defend her family.

Camilla: And now that you mentioned it, Mark, maybe it's Jodie's thirst to be the best there is in FFW that's sending her after the big names in FFW. Valerie Lamb, Crystal Hilton... She's driven by green and has proven to stop at nothing to get what she wants.

She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. But before Crystal can even enter the ring properly, Jodie barges in on her, kicking her to the face. Crystal drops from the ring like a dead fly, and Jodie rolls out of the ring to go after her rival with a smirk.

Mark: OUCH! Crystal didn't even have a chance to enter the ring!

Camilla: That kick had an address -- Crystal's FACE! Jodie wants to ruin the money maker!

Crystal hardly has the time to get back up, and the bells haven't even rung yet, and Jodie is unloading with everything she can with closed fists and arms to Crystal's face, with Pollaski trying to get Jodie to stop, and Seth right there to stop the big man, yelling "LET THEM FIGHT!" at the SVW Chaos Champ even though it's all Jodie so far. Referee Robert Valero is DESPERATELY trying to get them to stop with the cat fight and take it to the ring. Crystal, dazed, doesn't react much, and that's when Jodie climbs the steel steps, standing on the apron, and then dropkicks Crystal into the barricades. Only after that, Jodie grabs Crystal and throws her into the ring.

Mark: NOW she takes the fight to the ring!

Camilla: But Crystal isn't in a shape to fight!

When Jodie rolls in, Valero stands between the two wrestlers, asking if Crystal is able to continue, while the dizzy ebony diva makes her way back to her feet. With the slightest of conscience, Crystal nods at Valero telling him she's good to go, and the bells finally ring. And as soon as the referee opens way, Jodie rushes at Crystal, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her body, DDT'ing her into the mat. After that, Jodie rolls Crystal over and covers her.

ONE!

TWO!

NOPE! Crystal's shoulder pops up!

Jodie doesn't wait for Crystal to recover as she quickly brings her opponent back up and presses her against a corner, forcing her head into the top turnbuckle. Valero starts dictating Jodie the 5-count, and at 3 Jodie lets go, only to deliver a strong knife edge chop to Crystal's chest. As Crystal arches forward, Jodie delivers a sound slap to Crystal's face. Pressing Crystal's head against the top turnbuckle again, the drill is repeated: chop, slap to the face. When Jodie is about to do it for the third time, Crystal reacts, shooting a knee into Jodie's stomach. Jodie takes two steps back, and then attempts to attack Crystal with a splash, but Crystal defends herself with a high boot. Jodie stumbles to the center of the ring, and Crystal leaps from the corner and tries to go for the Flashing Lights Kick... that Jodie holds. Crystal quickly answers that with an enzuigiri that finally drops Jodie.

Camilla: Jodie may have telegraphed the Chick Kick, but the enzuigiri puts Crystal back in the fight!

Mark: Crystal Hilton is alive, and in spite of the inicial onslaught, she's slowly turning the tables on Jodie!

With Jodie down, Crystal starts delivering knee drops and kicks to the Queen of Games, trying to make it harder for her to get up. When Jodie manages to get on her fours, Crystal helps her up to her feet, but Jodie quickly reacts with more forearms and elbows to Crystal's head, eventually pressing her against the ropes. Once that happens, Jodie sends Crystal running. Crystal bounces on the far ropes and comes back, as Jodie bounces on her set and aims to strike Crystal with a clothesline. Crystal ducks under Jodie's arm and wraps her arms around her waist, spinning around herself and scoring a belly to back body slam. With Jodie down again, Crystal decides to go top rope.

Camilla: High risk, high reward! The Dove wants to fly!

After going to the apron and making her way to the top rope, Crystal takes aim and looks at Jodie... never expecting to see the Queen of Games sprinting at her and taking her legs out of place. Crystal tumbles and falls seated on the top turnbuckle, which buys Jodie time to climb onto the bottom rope, then second... Crystal reacts by shooting fists to Jodie's head, the Carolinean loses a bit of balance but gets right back... Jodie puts Crystal in a side headlock and attempts to superplex her, but Crystal holds on tight to the top rope, and Jodie gets nothing... until she decides to simply fall back with Crystal and score an avalanche DDT! After that, Jodie covers Crystal again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! Crystal kicks out!

Jodie growls loudly as Crystal kicks out, bringing the HD Diva to her feet and whipping her into the corner. Crystal hits the turnbuckles with her chest, and Jodie grabs a handful of Crystal's hair and starts grinding her face against the turnbuckle and the ropes. She only stops when the referee counts to a solid five and drags the Queen of Games away from Crystal, who is temporarily blinded, stumbling all over the place. As soon as Crystal manages to get back up, Jodie runs the ropes and comes back at her opponent with a running dropkick... that misses! Jodie sees herself ALMOST flying out of the ring, eventually holding on to the top rope and literally seating on the bottom rope. Crystal notices Jodie in that predicament and executes a butterfly kick to Jodie's back, who lets go of the top rope as she arches, and plops from the mid rope back into the ring. Crystal then runs the ropes herself, before striking Jodie with a running moonsault. She stays on top of the opponent...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!...

... NOPE! Jodie has a foot under the bottom rope!

Camilla: Crystal thought she had it, and so did I, but Jodie escapes with a rope break!

Mark: This match has gone back and forth so far though, and it's impossible to tell who's in control!

Crystal shakes her head and gets up, grabbing Jodie by the arm and trying to drag her to the center of the ring. Keyword: trying, as Jodie hooks her leg to the bottom rope and uses it to drag herself closer to it. Eventually Crystal loses grasp of Jodie's hand, and the Queen of Games gets up on her own terms... Only for Crystal to execute a rope-aided reverse Ranhei -- when she leaps and flips an 180 in the air around herself, striking Jodie's face with the ball of her feet! Jodie tumbles over the top rope and crashes at ringside by the commentators' table, and Crystal seixes the opportunity, running the ropes and executing a suicide dive... that sends her straight into that very commentators' table, as Jodie dives out of the way in the nick of time!

Mark: Crash and burn! Crystal just flew... Well, right into us!

Camilla: And it has spilled to ringside again! Jodie and Crystal want one another gone, and this is gonna get UGLY!

Now it's Jodie the one who seizes the opportunity, as she starts unloading at Crystal with punches and more punches until she's pleased. Gray then gets up and lifts Crystal back to her feet, looking at the steel steps. With a firm grip on Crystal's hand, she whips the HD Diva into the steel steps... But Crystal plants her feet and sends Jodie running instead, and the Queen of Games meets the steel, crumbling like a ragdoll! Valero is at a count of 3 as Crystal brings Jodie back to her feet and presses her against the ring apron, climbing to the apron herself and executing a baseball slide kick to the Queen of Games' head that rattles her brain and sends her reactionless to the padded mat at ringside!

Camilla: CRYSTAL CAN BE BRUTAL TOO! That can put a lesser wrestler to sleep!

Mark: But Jodie Gray is no lesser wrestler, yet she seems to be out! That sliding kick came with an extra dose of malice, and we may have a winner!

Crystal takes a sharp breath and hops back down to ringside so to grab Jodie and throw her back into the ring, rolling back in afterwards. But as Crystal approaches Jodie to cover her, Jodie pistons her boot into Crystal's shin, and the Rose Girl immediately falters, falling on her face. This buys Jodie time to roll away from Crystal as the Trios Champion pushes back up. Jodie then stumbles to the ropes and brings herself up, eventually crawling to the corner. Crystal sees Jodie in the corner and sprints into her, taking mad air for a high shining wizard... NOPE! Jodie lets herself fall as she sees Crystal coming, and Crystal hits her knee into the corner post, falling on her back clutching at her knee. Jodie then gets up and measures Crystal up and waits for the slightest opening to wrap her arms around Crystal's waist and slams her down with a snap suplex. After that, a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NOPE! Crystal kicks out with authority!

Jodie gets up with the ultimate scowl, as Crystal crawls to the corner as fast as she can to take distance from Jodie. Jodie sees Crystal there and "attacks", in fact just running her way at a pace slow enough Crystal has the time to realize her opponent's coming. Crystal does so, and kicks away from the corner. Jodie stops at the corner by putting her foot on the mid rope, kicking the ropes to spin and face Crystal. Crystal is half a second faster than Jodie this time, grabbing her by the hand and whipping her across the ring... NOPE! Crystal holds Jodie's hand harder and yanks her back, slamming her into that very corner! Crystal then grips the top rope and uses it as a pole to deliver double shin strikes to Jodie's stomach - one, two, three, five, ten, fifteen times, until the referee reaches 5 on his DQ count. Crystal lets go, and takes some steps of distance from her opponent, taunting her into getting back up. Jodie slowly pushes up, and gingerly steps towards Crystal, who takes a leap forth and attempts to strike Jodie with the Flashing Lights kick... NOPE! Jodie ducks the kick, and waits until Crystal is done spinning around herself to grab Hilton's head and spike her head into the mat with a DDT!

Mark: Jodie dodges the Flashing Lights kick again... And Crystal is down and out!

Camilla: Crystal is 0 for 2 with this kick tonight, Jodie has her well scouted!

After getting up, Jodie rolls Crystal in a way her head is out of the ring. After that, Jodie leaps over the top rope and comes crashing down into Crystal with a knee drop to the back of her skull! Crystal drops from the ring instinctively holding on to the apron. Pollaski immediately runs to the aid of his client, asking Crystal if she's doing fine, only for Jodie to attempt to kick him out of the way, which starts an argument between the two of them, and Valero in the middle. Jodie yells at Pollaski to "fuck off"; Pollaski fires back, and while none of them is watching, Crystal is trying to regain her balance, stumbling around kind of lost as to where she is... Until Seth Star comes from OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE and SMASHES Crystal's own Trios Championship belt up her head! While Valero is distracted telling Pollaski to behave, Jodie watches as her boyfriend does that and smirks, eventually backing off from the argument.

Camilla: OH, COME ON!!! IS THIS HOW JODIE WANTS TO BEAT CRYSTAL?!

Mark: Seth Star just broke something - either the belt or Crystal's nose with that shot, and apparently the entire world saw it happen EXCEPT the referee!

Valero comes back to the ring and realizes Crystal is out of the ring. That's when Pollaski watches as Seth is resting the Trios Championship belt back where it was, next to the timekeeper, and immediately runs at him. Now it's the two managers screaming at one another, Star claiming he hasn't done anything and Daniel cannot prove a thing, and Pollaski pressing Seth to admit to his crimes. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Valero is happily counting Crystal Hilton out... while Jodie rests on the corner and watches all the chaos unfold. Eventually, Valero reaches a 10, and the argument between Pollaski and Star only ends after the bells ring!

DING DING DING!

Cory: The winner of this match as result of a count out... JODIE! GRAY!!!

Camilla: And she had better give Seth a wonderful night tonight, because it was thanks to him that Crystal blacked out at ringside... And, ugh, I just sounded like Mai.

Mark: Jodie seems to be satisfied with her work, but I have the impression Crystal Hilton isn't going to let this end... Not like this.

Seth quickly rolls inside the ring to meet Jodie, who's cackling like crazy, and it's while they make out inside the ring that Pollaski runs to the aid of Crystal, who's still a bit loopy after the belt shot to the face.


She’s Gonna Burn

The next image we see is just outside the trainer’s room backstage at the Smoothie King Center, where quite a number of people, including medics and FFW personnel, fill the room. The wailing of a siren is heard as well before Allison Marx enters the shot, glancing back into the full room and then to the camera.

Allison: As you no doubt saw earlier tonight after becoming the first ever three time Future Shock Champion, Ignis brutally assaulted an FFW staff member, Jake Chandler. He was immediately rushed back here to the trainer’s room as they try to discover the extent of the damage to his neck and throat. And as you can also hear, an ambulance has been called to transport him to a local medical facility. I was hoping to get some answers from one of our trainers about what happened, but it’s quite chaotic as you can tell behind me.

As if to prove her point, a large male backed out of the room with his hands on a gurdy, followed by Jake, unconscious atop it and Kaylee Clarke beside, followed by another man carrying the front half. Kaylee kisses his forehead as they carry Jake out, staying back to address Allison as a doctor comes out to quickly follow the two men. Not in the mood to give a fully detailed interview, Kaylee just takes Allison’s hand and pulls it, microphone and all, towards her as she glares into the camera, a tear streaming down her cheek.

Kaylee: Ignis! You, that little runt of a man you walk around with, you’ve both gone too fucking far this time! Run and hide all you want, I will find you! I will get you for this! You hear me? You’re fucking DEAD!

Kaylee screams and rushes off to catch up with Jake, caring far more about him than any interview. Allison watches her leaving, turning back to the camera next.

Allison: Right now, it doesn’t seem like we are going to get an update on the condition of Jake Chandler. But as soon as we do, we’ll have it on the FFW site and likely through FFW’s social media accounts. As many of our fans know, this isn’t the first time Ignis has injured someone, including breaking the arms of former referee Nina Powers and the husband of Serafina DeCaro last year. This is just….the most severe. We’ll keep you posted, let’s send it back to the ring.

Marx looks back as the doors of the ambulance slam shut, the sirens wail all over again, and the vehicle heads out of the arena.




Cory: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Unity Tag Team Championship! It is a Future Shock Season 16 cash-in!

Zack: One of two things will happen here, the One Woman Show will have their streak ended tonight or they’ll leave with the Unity titles!

Cammie: Well if they don’t work together better than they ever have, I’m going to go with the champions!

The lights cut out and the Guitar riff/piano opening of Meat Loaf’s “Out Of The Frying Pan (And Into The Fire)” starts to play.

Cory: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, at a combined weight of 299lbs accompanied to the ring by their managers, Kyle Kilmeade and Carson Black, the team of Charlotte Harker and SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL….ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!

As the spotlight hits the middle of the stage, we find Charlotte and Shaw stood next to each other. Though only for a moment as Shaw extends her arms off to the side, almost jabbing Charlotte in the eye and causing her to move to the side of the spotlight. O’Neill begins to move towards the ring, Harker, following her closely, only to once more be forced backwards and to the very edge of the circle of light cast by the spotlight thanks to her partner choosing to spin around with her arms still outstretched. As Kyle smirks at Shaw’s hogging of the limelight, O’Neill rolls her eyes, shaking her head as Carson seems to tell her not to worry about it and let her performance in the ring do the talking. As they reach the ring, Harker climbs onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes as O’Neill rolls into the ring and kipping up to her feet, pushing Harker back into the corner as she once more takes center stage, revelling in the boos of the crowd. Finally Shaughnessy moves to her teams corner and seems to be giving orders Charlotte regarding their strategy for the match to come.

Zack: There are no tag teams in FFW right now with greater animosity between them than these two. But somehow they’ve made it work again and again!

Cammie: That is entirely thanks to Charlotte, who pretty much does all the work while her partner takes all the credit.

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: The Unity Champions have been tearing it up in the division, only dropping one match during their reign against the Rudos.

Cammie: Yep, and whichever one of these teams leaves with the gold can expect the Rudos to be waiting for them.

Referee Kevin Fisk raises both of the Unity titles into the air before he hands them off to Cory as he exits the ring, and calls for the bell. Shaw gives her partner some instruction in the corner before Ravyn darts across and catches her with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Charlotte leaves the ring as the veteran grabs Shaw’s head, driving it into the turnbuckle at least five times before she whips her into a neutral corner. Before Shaw has a chance to step out, she gets clobbered with a running clothesline that puts her right back into the corner before Taylor props her foot up against her throat in a corner choke. Fisk gives her a count of four before she breaks before Taylor hammers a trio of European uppercuts into her head and uses a snapmare to bring her back out of the corner. And as Shaw starts to move, the veteran catches her with a stiff front kick to the back that freezes her in pain for a moment. As O’Neill starts to get up again, a Japanese arm drag takes her back down to the mat which Ravyn turns into an armbar.

Zack: While Shaw was probably telling her partner what to do, Ravyn decided Shaw needed a little ring time and has she ever unloaded!

Cammie: That’s what happens when you take your eyes off your opponent, even at the start of the match. Now Shaw’s getting worked over, and to a nicer girl it couldn’t have happened.

Shaw starts to rise to her feet, still locked in the armbar before Ravyn sends her chest first into the Fantasy corner. The rookie collides as Ravyn comes in behind her with a splash before tagging in Syren. The fans respond warmly to Zoe as she steps into the ring, spinning Shaw around and connecting with a trio of knife edge chops in the corner. Zoe drags her out of the corner, snapping a bearhug on her as Ravyn tags back in. And as Zoe holds her up, Ravyn hits the far side and catches her with a lariat!

Zack: Excellent tandem offense from the Unity Champions, and they are playing it smart by making sure Shaw stays in the ring.

Cammie: They know that Charlotte is the workhorse of the team, and probably a lot tougher than Shaw. That’s what I’d be doing too, and I have a bit of expertise in tag team wrestling!

As Shaw hits the canvas, Ravyn hooks the far leg for the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Shaw gets the shoulder up before the three as Ravyn immediately pulls her back to her feet, shoving her back into the corner where her partner stands. As Shaw hangs in the corner, Ravyn comes in with a running knee lift into her abdomen before she tags Zoe back in.

Cammie: Quick tags, keeping the fresh woman in the ring. This is what makes Unity champions, and Dark Fantasy have done an excellent job of isolating Shaw.

Zack: Shaw’s not used to being double teamed quite like this, and even though it’s her partner, part of you has to think Charlotte is kinda enjoying the show herself.

Ravyn fires Shaw across into the ropes, catching her with a lariat at the same time as Zoe comes from behind with a chop block. Syren turns around as Ravyn exits the ring, connecting with a standing shooting star press before she reaches across, hooking Shaw’s leg for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zack: Shaw got her shoulder up again, but this match has been all Dark Fantasy with those quick tags!

Cammie: If they can manage to keep Charlotte out of this match entirely, they will have successfully defended the Unity titles.

After Shaw’s shoulder came up, Zoe pulled her back to her feet and locked her into position for a side Russian leg sweep. But Shaw blocked it by getting an arm free and connecting with an elbow into her chin that rocked the blonde backwards. A second one connected as well before Shaw kicked her in the gut, and dropped her with a DDT into the canvas. The brunette sat up slowly, holding her ribs after the previous assault. Shaking her head, she mounted Zoe’s chest and began to unload with closed fists repeatedly. Fisk warned her as she got back to her feet, grabbing both of Zoe’s feet and positioning her under the bottom rope before she fell backwards with a catapult. Zoe’s neck crashed against the bottom rope, causing the blonde to start coughing heavily before Shaw stepped on her neck with the help of the ropes. She broke on four before stepping down, casting a very angry look towards Zoe.

Zack: Shaw’s finally managed to get some offense in, and it looks like Zoe’s irritated her already. She’s just punishing her now.

Cammie: Shaw probably expected this to be some kind of a cakewalk, and that’s not the case when you are facing the best tag team in the Unity division. That’s what Dark Fantasy is as long as they are packing the gold.

The brunette drags Zoe from the ropes, pulling her back to her feet just to drive a pair of knees into her midsection. She hooks her head and lifts her up into the air before stalling to deliver a vertical suplex. Shaw rolls back to her feet, measuring and driving home a standing elbow drop after another after another after another after another before she nips up to her feet and drives a knee into her face. The fans in New Orleans certainly show little appreciation for the brunette as Shaw measures and connects with a fist drop into Zoe’s face. She quickly reaches across and hooks the leg for a cover.

Cammie: Look at Shaw being competent in the ring. Maybe this is how you get her to wrestle, piss her off.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Zoe kicks out before the three as Shaw gets back to her feet. She looks back to her corner, asking Charlotte if she felt like doing something yet. Charlotte rolls her eyes as Shaw jerks Zoe back to her feet, and shoots her into the Show’s corner. The brunette barrels in after her with a boot across the jaw before she tags in Charlotte.

Zack: Shaw with the tag, and Charlotte is a far cry from her partner’s skill set. Harker has power to spare, and doesn’t mind using it.

Charlotte gets quite a positive response from the fans, smiling at their reaction while Shaw wraps the tag rope around Zoe’s neck to choke her out. Fisk immediately begins a count before she lets go as Charlotte sits Zoe up on the top turnbuckle. She climbs up with her and launches her with a belly to belly overhead that sends the blonde flying. Zoe clutches her back as soon as she lands, only for Charlotte to bounce off the near side ropes and deliver a leg drop across her chest. Harker rolls Syren over, stomps her back and then applies a camel clutch as she pulls back on Zoe’s head.

Cammie: Charlotte’s working the back very well here, and I don’t think she’ll get a submission. But it will keep Zoe grounded, and take more out of her the longer this hold stays applied.

Zack: The camel clutch is one of the most basic holds in the sport, but it remains just as painful as ever. And this will definitely make Zoe second guess too much high flying.

Fisk moved down in front of Syren, asking her if she wanted to submit. The champion said no as Charlotte cranked back a little more in the hold. A chant for Syren began to rumble through the arena as Harker kept the hold locked in. Zoe tried to push up to break it, but Charlotte was too powerful and had the hold locked in perfectly. Shaw told the fans to shut up as Harker continued to pour on the pressure…..before a standing sidekick to her head sent her to the mat, courtesy of Ravyn. Both women lay on the canvas as Fisk escorted Ravyn out of the ring to her corner.

Zack: Syren tried to find a way out of that hold, but it was her tag partner that made it happen...legally or not.

Cammie: Ravyn did the smart thing there, she bought her partner a little time. But Zoe better recover fast, because Charlotte won’t stay down too long.

Zoe began to crawl towards her corner next as Ravyn extended her hand for the tag. The veteran pulled herself towards her team’s corner as Charlotte was beginning to get up, holding her jaw. Shaw screamed at her to stop Zoe, but Harker was still a little bit dazed. Zoe moved ever closer to her corner as Ravyn leaned over the top rope, waiting for the tag. Zoe sat up on her knees and lunged forward for the tag, only for Ravyn to get jerked off the apron by Shaw, causing her head to smack the mat on the way down. Zoe laid against the corner in obvious pain as Shaw unloaded with right hands on Ravyn before she whipped her across towards the barricade. But Taylor countered and sent Shaw instead! The brunette collided chest first into the wall as Ravyn doubled back to her corner to make a tag, only for Charlotte to snatch Zoe up from behind and send her flying with a German suplex just as Ravyn got up onto the apron.

Cammie: Shaw delayed the tag, and ate the barricade for it! But it worked, and Zoe’s still in the ring with Charlotte!

Zack: Charlotte’s used to not having any help in her corner, so this won’t be new for her at all. Zoe was just that close though!

Zoe tried to get back to her feet, only to get caught in another German suplex, this time into a bridge as the referee dove into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zoe got her shoulder up in time as Charlotte checked to make sure it wasn’t three. Harker rose to her feet slowly, turning from the referee to walk into a superkick from Ravyn! It staggered her backwards just as Zoe caught her with a second one that dropped her!

Zack: Where the hell did that come from?! Harker ate two superkicks! And if Zoe can cover her, they just retained the tag titles!

Zoe collapsed across Charlotte’s body for the cover as Fisk dove into position.

Cammie: From your mouth to God’s ear, Zack!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!!

Syren was pulled off the cover from the outside by Shaw. The blonde landed on her feet at ringside before she clocked Shaw with a discus punch.

Zack: Are you kidding me? That was close! Zoe had this match won right there! Shaw jerked her out of the ring before Fisk could finish the count.

Cammie: Like her or not, and I don’t, but Shaw knows where she needs to be at any given moment. And that right there was proof of it, because the One Woman Show were about eat their first loss.

Charlotte began to get back to her feet slowly as Zoe rolled back into the ring. Harker glanced around as Syren hit the ropes, and went for a flying headscissors that brought Charlotte back to the mat. The fans began to get loud for the Unity Champions as Zoe waved for Harker to get up as she crouched in the corner.

Zack: I’m not sure what Zoe has in mind, but whatever it is may stop the Show for Charlotte in a matter of seconds!

Harker moved slowly to her feet. And as she turned back towards Zoe, the blonde took off with a flying clothesline! But Charlotte caught her in a goozle in midair! Ravyn came back in, and ran into the other hand and getting caught just the same. Harker lifted them both up for a double chokeslam but Dark Fantasy countered into a tornado DDT from Ravyn just as Zoe got free and took off towards the ropes. Syren went for a springboard into a moonsault! And as her feet touched the middle rope, Shaw clocked her upside the head with one of the Unity titles as Ravyn was being escorted out of the ring.

Cammie: Shaw just blasted Zoe with the tag titles, and Fisk didn’t see a thing!

Zack: But Charlotte’s down too, so I’m not sure what good it’s going to do at this point!

Both women lay on the canvas before Charlotte began to stir first, rolling over and draping an arm across Zoe’s chest. Fisk dove into position to make the count!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!

Zoe’s leg made it across the bottom rope just a split second before the three as Charlotte looked up with a dazed look on her face.

Zack: It was that close, we were a heartbeat from the One Woman Show stealing the tag titles, thanks to Shaw’s outside interference!

Shaw pounded her fists into the mat in aggravation as Charlotte began to stir, slowly rising back to her feet in the ring. Ravyn had enough, coming back into the ring as Fisk went to intercept her yet again. Charlotte pulled Zoe back to her feet, scooping her up into position and powerbombing her into the canvas….just a second after Shaw slid the Unity title under her! Zoe’s head cracked against the belt before Kyle jerked it out of the ring. Fisk got Ravyn back out as Charlotte hooked the leg. Taylor dove back into the ring, only to get cut off by Shaw with a Thesz press!

Cammie: Powerbomb….onto the title, I don’t think Charlotte knew it was there!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Shaw got back to her feet, letting out quite a scream of elation as he raised her hand and then Charlotte’s, who was woozy still on the canvas.

Zack: I don’t believe it! By hook or by crook and crook describes Shaw well, the One Woman Show have made history tonight at Relentless!

Cory: Your winners of the match….and NNEEEEEEEEWWW FFW Unity Tag Team Champions….THE ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!!

Cammie: With the help of the very titles they were wanting to win, Shaw and Charlotte have become the champions! And look at Shaw!

Fisk went to award each of them a title before Shaw took both of them, snatching them away before she raised them high into the air. Kyle stepped into the ring as Shaw lunged onto him, wrapping her legs around his body before kissing him and raising both titles above her head.

Carson tended to his client as he helped Charlotte get her bearings, letting her know what happened before she turned to see Shaw with both titles and Kyle. O’Neill and her manager rolled out under the bottom rope, once again thrusting the titles overhead as the fans didn’t enjoy this at all.

Zack: She didn’t do it by the book, but one of those titles belongs to Charlotte! Shaw’s leaving the arena with both!

Cammie: Are you surprised? Dark Fantasy got robbed by Shaw primarily, and Shaw’s acting like she just won the Super Bowl.

Charlotte stumbled out to the floor after her, wanting one of the titles for herself before Shaw ignored her, raising her and Kyle’s hands in victory before we cut to a commercial for Unstoppable 6.




Bianca’s Second Wind

Relentless heads to the back, as we find Allison Marx standing by with yet another Season 19 hopeful as there has been many already, that being the “Typhoon” Bianca Salvador. As always, she is in front of the Marx Out set.

Allison: At the top of the show, we saw the latest Open Challenge from Desirae Kain where my guest at this time took her up on it. She’ll be part of the upcoming 19th season of Future Shock, please welcome “Typhoon” Bianca Salvador, joined by Christian Kincaid.

As Bianca and CK are shown on screen, and again the Typhoon is welcomed with a nice houseful of cheers, the Brazilian and her manager both seem extremely unamused, with the blonde with her arms crossed in front of her chest… not even sweating.

Bianca: Thanks for having us, Allison. And in before anything… Woop, quite a way to make my FFW pay-per-view debut, lemme tell ya.

Allison: I was going to ask you about that first thing. What made you decide to take up the Challenge tonight? And how did you feel about what took place out there as Desirae disqualified you?

Bianca: Allow me to “correct” you -- she disqualified the ref.

Bianca rolls her eyes and chuckles, letting Allison know her “correction” was just playfulness.

Bianca: You ever seen that happen before? Seriously, that’s the cowardliest way of bailing out of a match I’ve ever seen in my life!

Christian: I’ll give her credit, I’ve been in wrestling for almost nine years in some form or another, and I’ve never seen a match end like that. You know, if Desirae plays her cards right, she could get like a streak going with these Open Challenges. It’s almost expected to this point, but I think what you have to keep in mind, Allison, is who dominated that match. Which one of them bailed out, and which one of them was still ready to keep going? Ya know...if Fisk hadn’t touched her which...apparently is against her rules.

Bianca: Do these things even have rules? I’m willing to bet that one of these days the girl will go like “oi, you’re breathing! DQ!” or some other kind of bullcrap that only serves to pad her in-creeeeedible un-de-feeeeeated record in these matches. And to answer your question as to why I decided to take on the challenge, Allison… It sounded like a lot of fun! I know it’s weird for me to use this word here, since we’re talking about me taking on an open challenge from a woman who couldn’t get her way against a wet mop without trying to DQ it or something, but… I’m the kind of person that sees the bright side of things. And the bright side of a challenge like this is see if I’m able to disrupt people like Desirae Kain’s plans, frustrate her until she has no choice and no way out. Sadly… Looks like today was not the day someone broke that code, but look at the bright side! We’ve learned something new today, haven’t we? Like, if the referee is doing his job and you’re not happy with it, see if you can get their pants DQ’d!

Again Bianca rolls her eyes.

Allison: Well two other women from Season 19 have taken up the challenge besides you, and I’m curious what you thought of their performances. These are people you will be competing against, referring to Mallory Bennett and Riley Riot.

Bianca: They’re awesome! Again, people will rush to tell you about how Kain got an easy way out of those matches, but there’s always the silverlining. Riley has an awesome strong style to her, a kind of attitude that I really, really dig. She seemed to be having fun with Desirae until she decided to, well, be Desirae. And Mallory has that cool vibe to her that I also like a lot. She’s fast and… for one moment I thought she was going to get Desirae before we learned what Frenchie is really about.

Christian: Those two were definitely doing all the right things, but in Season 19, there’s no one in that thing that has as much experience as Bianca here. Mallory just started, Riley’s been competing in high school gyms, totally different. I don’t know much about Echo, other than she refers to herself as though she had a mouse in her pocket, and she was trained by Katherine. You got Jugs..er...Manami. Anna looks decent. And my personal favorite? The chick who boxes in her bikini on the side, Lilah. I wasn’t even aware that was a sport, and I feel lessened for not hearing about it sooner.

Bianca: Well, cut my tights a little bit, kind of over here… And it kinda looks like a bikini, doesn’t it?

Bianca inadvertently pulls the bar of her tights up and shows how it can be a bikini, offering CK (and whoever is watching) a very nice idea of how the Brazilian beauty would look like in a two-piece bathing suit. Whistling and male cheering ensues. Without missing the beat of the interview though, Bianca turns back to Allison.

Bianca: It’s kinda hard to make a judgment on the girls that I haven’t seen wrestling before, but with the exception of Mal, who is green -- Chris here just said it -- and Riley, who -- again, Chris said it -- does her thing on schools, all the others have a bit of an in-ring experience. We saw Echo wrestling the Russian girl from Season 18 Karina Petrova two weeks ago at Indomitable, and she too put up one hell of a nice performance. Marshmellow-- I mean, Manami has been around for a couple of years, albeit taking a large break, Anna comes with a solid background and Lilah is… well, a bikini boxer, which is kind of amusing when you think about it, but I digress. The thing is, Season 19 is packed with super experienced, super cool and super ready-to-kick-ass people, and I can’t WAIT to share the ring with these awesome ladies. But after tonight, Future Shock and FFW be aware: you’re all under… Typhoon Warning.

Christian nods as he listens, giving Allison a pat on the arm as Bianca winks cheerfully before we head back to ringside.

[Adam Grant]

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

Mark: It’s safe to say that neither of the two women we are about to see have gone out of their way to endear themselves to the fans. Be that as it may, I have been looking forward to this.

Mai: I think they are both wonderful personally, and have most of their merchandise, including the unofficial stuff, I might add.

"Thunderstruck" starts playing and along with the starting riff out walks Tara Thunder dressed up in a pink and black combination there she stands at the top of the ramp as the crowd resents the usual sing along chanting to "Thunder!" resorting to boos and jeers at her.  Entrance way goes dark she walks to the ramp way the lights in the arena flash like a lightning during a thunderstorm and light back up before she heads rushingly towards towards ringside refusing to slap hands of the fans then she jumps on the apron letting the pyro explosions go off around the ring before flipping herself over the top rope. Once in the ring she takes of her pink jacket, flicks her long curly hair back swinging her curvy body a bit doing some hits and kicks as the music dies down.

Cory: Introducing first, hailing from Amsterdam in The Netherlands by way of Miami, Florida, weighing in at 136 lbs and standing 5’6” tall...TARA THUNDER!!

Mark: They don’t come much more accomplished than Tara Thunder, who has done most everything there is to do in FFW, except one thing.

Mai: And in a couple weeks, she will have accomplished that when she drops Wendy Briese on her head and becomes our new FFW Champion.

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: And her opponent, from Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!

She then treks down the entrance aisle, scowling at the crowd, 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: Mika’s looking to get herself back into title contention after getting denied in the rematch she had with Wendy last month. And the road back to that is going to be a tough one, which starts here with Tara.

Mai: Mark, I am just so torn between these two. I’m damp with…..perspiration just thinking about this match.

Kevin Fisk is the man in control of the match and calls for the bell, the two women stepping out of the corner and circling each other before closing the distance and entering into a collar and elbow tie up. Quickly the tie up gets broken as Mika goes sprawling backward, her momentum taking her into the ropes as she gets up following Tara’s display of power. The blonde nods her head as she rises to her feet, circling the Dutchwoman once more before closing the gap yet again and into another collar and elbow tie up and this time Demidov ghosts behind Tara into a rear waist lock. The former FFW Champion ducking her head away from the the first two back elbows sent her way before she spins out of the waist lock and executes a drop toe hold, sending Tara face first into the mat. Floating over her, Mika paintbrush slaps the back of her opponents head almost mockingly, before rolling away immediately heading to the corner and climbing to the middle rope with her hands in the air getting a huge chorus of boos.

Mark: There’s a list of opponents I wouldn’t take lightly and be doing this kind of nonsense if I were facing them, Tara is probably 1A on that list.

Mai: Don’t question our delightful Red Star. How many FFW Championships have you won again?

Mika dropped down to the mat, turning to face Tara as the Amsterdam born wrestler got her feet underneath her, with a look of anger on her face and Mika ran towards her, landing a dropkick to her kneecap. Thunder goes down to one knee only momentarily before pushing back up and Demidov fires a volley of kicks into her gut before grabbing her hair, jerking her backwards and sending her to the canvas. Tara sits up only to get a kick to the spine before Demidov runs the ropes meeting a rising Thunder with a running knee to the gut that doubles her over before she hooks her head and drives her into the canvas with a DDT. As Thunder begins to rise once more, Mika bounces off the ropes again and drives a running boot into the side of her foes head and drops to make the cover.

One…

Tw-

Mai: That boot to the head wasn’t enough to keep Tara down, especially if you go by that kick out right there.

Tara kicks out with authority, sending Mika rolling across the canvas, only for the blonde to recover quickly, diving on top of Thunder as she locks in the Russian Torture Delta dragon sleeper/body scissors combination. As she locks in the hold tighter, Tara begins to kick her feet against the mat before she slowly begins to push upwards to her feet. Finally Tara manages to stand up, Mika still firmly attached to her and the Dutch native drops back to the mat, crashing Demidov into the canvas and getting the release.  Tara rolls away, getting to her feet at the same time as Mika and charges towards her, landing a double axe handle to the blonde’s chest, sending her downwards.

Mark: Tara Thunder is deceptively powerful, and that axe handle to the chest is a painful reminder of that.

Mai: She doesn’t look it though, does she? It’s not like she’s built like Penny or Rhea, but she certainly hits like them.

Tara pulls her back up to her feet and sends her in for the Irish whip, catching her on the return with a clothesline. Mika quickly rolls to her feet, only to have knife edge chops delivered brutally to her chest, turning the flesh the same colour as her top. Pressing her back against the ropes, Thunder sends her opponent in for the ride, dropping backwards and charging towards the returning Mika with a risen knee straight into her chest. As Mika doubles over holding her midsection in agony, Tara hooks her head and lifts her upwards with a vertical suplex, holding her upright as the crowd get louder and louder, after what seems like an age and with the crowd at crescendo, Tara drops backward to complete the suplex, floating over and pressing her hands down onto Mika’s chest.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Mark: Tara letting all the blood rush to Mika’s head with that stalling vertical suplex, there probably wasn’t much room for it though with all the ego that lives there! Near fall for Amsterdam’s offering to FFW.

Mika kicks out of the pinfall only for Tara to jerk her up to her feet and deliver a series of three short knees into Mika’s gut before Thunder drops to a knee and explodes upwards with a European uppercut to Mika’s jaw - the blow delivered with such force that the Russian’s boots leave the canvas, the woman landing hard on her back. Mika starts to rise to her feet only for Thunder to deliver a kick to her head. Demidov falls to one side before Tara jerks her upwards, lifting her off her feet and into an inverted atomic drop. The former FFW Champion staggers backwards a step only to get her head taken of thanks to a discus clothesline from the former No Surrender Champion. Again the Russian starts to come to her feet only to receive a right cross to the jaw from the powerhouse who grabs her wrist before yanking her forward and onto her shoulders for a Samoan Drop. Leaning back Tara makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mai: Mika has to find a way to bring Tara back down. She should try offering her some vodka. Enough of that, and Mika will be down one way or another.

Mark: Words of wisdom from Otis Campbell.

Mika kicks out once more, rolling her shoulder and onto her front. With a shrug, Thunder accepts the count and moves down her opponents body, intertwining their legs as she applies a calf killer submission hold. The submission specialist yanks back on the foot, increasing the pain in the hold, causing Mika to screech in agony but refuse to tap as she inches and claws her way across the mat, managing to grab hold of the bottom rope. Tara uses the full extent of Fisk’s count before releasing the hold and Mika instantly rolls to the outside, limping slightly as she does so. Fisk backs Thunder up, stopping her from heading out of the ring after her opponent...prompting the Dutch wrestler to roll out of the side of the ring and round the corner, building speed as she heads towards Mika and looks for a clothesline only for Mika to duck underneath it, grabbing Tara’s head before she can turn around and drives her into the floor with a neckbreaker.

Mark: Tara just popped right up, and Mika put her right back with that modified jawbreaker!

Mai: I wish Mika would put my face near her legs…..there goes that dampness again.

Tara makes it to her feet first, only for her head to be grabbed by Mika as she leaps up from her knees and drives her opponent jaw first into the top of her head. Tara reels backward, spinning around only for Demidov to hook her head and arm and drive her downwards into the floor with a side Russian leg sweep. Mika climbs up onto the canvas, moving towards the corner and waves Thunder up to her feet. As the former Evolution Champion makes it vertical, Demidov takes three quick steps forward and launches herself from the apron, catching her opponent with a superman punch to the jaw. Tara spins, dropping to her knees before trying to stand only for Mika to grab her by the hair and roll her underneath the bottom rope into the ring.

Mark: Mika knows as well as anyone she isn’t going to win any matches on the floor, and Tara may not know where she is.

Mai: That was a pretty wicked Superman punch. The last time I saw a Russian girl get that much air, we were in bar in Lithuania and she was taking her skirt off, and……….

Following her opponent into the ring, Mika getting quickly to her feet and cutting Tara off with a rake of the eyes getting her a reprimand from the official. Thunder tries to clear her eyes only for Demidov to grab hold of her wrists, wrapping them around her throat as she falls backward for a straitjacket reverse facebuster, bouncing the back of her head against the canvas. Demidov is to her feet quickly, stomping away at Thunders head until Fisk orders her to back up. Mika spins away raising her arms into the air once more to loud boos. As Thunder gets to one knee, Mika grabs hold of her hair and charges towards the corner, driving her into the mat just short. Once more the Russian spins away and waves Thunder upright, picking her moment perfectly as she lands a dropkick into her back sending her pitching forward into the middle turnbuckle. Again Mika is first to her feet and presses her boot into Thunder’s shoulder, forcing her throat first across the pad with a choke. Fisk makes the five count and gets the break on four. As she breaks Mika drags Thunder away from the corner once more and into another hairpull bulldog before rolling her over and making the cover, hooking both legs.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Still not enough to keep Tara down, but Mika is doing everything right so far.

Mark: It amazes me that half the match you can offer cogent explanations, and the other half you spend it pawing yourself.

Tara manages to break the count at two and three quarters. Getting to her feet, Demidov heads towards her opponents ankles attempting to apply an inverted cloverleaf, Thunder managing to kick her off and into the ropes. The Dutch wrestler gets to her knees as Mika rebounds and into a fireman’s carry takeover, keeping hold of her arm as she lands and applies an arm wringer as she gets to her feet and delivers a leg drop across her opponents throat. Tara rolls away, pulling Mika up to her feet with her, only to jerk her arm downwards violently, sending her face first into the canvas, releasing her hold as she does so. Quickly Tara drops down to the mat and it’s her turn to lock in the straitjacket hold, crossing her arms underneath her neck and pulling upwards as she presses her knee into the small of her back, bending her spine backwards. The woman takes the opportunity to recover from the earlier attack. Fisk gets down in front of the Red Star asking her if she wants to quit but only gets a ‘No’ from the competitor.

Mai: Mika’s right in Tara’s comfort zone with these submissions just like this.

Mark: The Red Star has no desire to tap out, that wouldn’t build her case for a title rematch at all.

Tara pulls back further on her arms, bending her spine further only for Mika to continue to refuse to tap out. Finally Thunder lets go of her wrists, standing over Mika, waiting for her to get to all fours before she stomps downward on the small of her back, driving her into the canvas, following up with a series of rapid fire stomps over and over and over again. Finally the powerful wrestler pulls her opponent up to her feet and drives her down into the mat with side suplex. As the former FFW Champion starts to get to her feet, Tara bounces off the ring ropes and connects with a scissor kick to the back of her neck. As Mika hits the canvas, Tara rolls her over and makes the cover yet again.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mark: I thought it was over right there! That scissor kick would have put most anyone down for the count!

In the nick of time Mika manages to pop her shoulder up from the mat, only for it to drop straight back down and Tara glares at Fisk who only shows the two count, getting a shake of the head and an insistence that it was three. Again the official shows the two count. Tara rolls to her knees and grabs Mika by the head, helping her up to her feet and sending her into the corner, following it up with a big clothesline in the corner. As Mika stumbles forward, Thunder takes her wrist and fires her across the ring, following close behind and catching her once more with a clothesline. Again Mika staggers towards the middle of the ring and finds herself caught up in a waist lock by her opponent who pops her hips and uses all her power to her advantage to hurl Mika over her head with a belly to belly to suplex. Mika sits up holding her back and almost on instinct Demidov begins to stand only to fall victim to a scoop powerslam. Getting back to her feet, Tara heads for the corner, climbing to the top rope and launches herself into a flying headbutt that finds it’s mark. Thunder hooked the leg instantly, making the cover.

One…

Two…

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

Mai: A near fall for Tara, but Mika isn’t done yet. She’s a wonderful role model for young girls out there that may be watching. I bet even Wendy’s daughter is a big fan of Mika!

Mika once more manages to get her shoulder up at the last moment. Thunder looking up to the heavens before staring once more at Kevin Fisk demanding the three count that the official denied, showing the two to the wrestler and the crowd. Disbelievingly Tara yanks Mika upright and marches her into the corner, sending her head first into the turnbuckle - Demidov managing to cushion the blows by getting her hands up; not that Tara cares as she forces her opponents head forward into the turnbuckle ten times before letting go at Fisk’s insistence. Mika staggers, stumbles, falls to one knee and as Tara tries to bring her up to her feet once more, Mika lands a low blow out of the sight of the referee and grabs hold of Tara’s tights, falling backwards and sending her face first into the top turnbuckle. Mika pulls herself up by the ring ropes, takes a deep breath and as Tara recovers to face her, Demidov goes low, lifting her into a flapjack, sending her over the top pad and face first into the steel ring post. As Tara steps backward Demidov leaps upwards and into a back stabber delivered with such venom that Tara bounces off her knees and into the middle of the ring. Mika takes a couple of moments to compose herself, finally rolling to her front and crawling towards the unmoving Tara, forcing her slowly over onto her back and slumps on top of her for the cover.

One…

Two…

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

Mark: Backstabber!! And I can’t believe this thing is over right now!

Tara’s shoulder comes up just before the three count is completed, Mika rolling away from the count, breathing heavily as she tries to recover. Fisk checks on both wrestlers, starting a slow ten count. Finally they both start to stir, Tara sitting up and rolling onto her knees only for Mika to beat her to her feet and catch the Dutch woman with a spinning backfist. The former No Surrender Champion staggers backwards, Mika spinning yet again and delivering a back kick into her gut. Tara doubles over and Mika pulls her forward into a standing headscissors before throwing her up and taking a step back and power slamming Tara face first into the ring to complete the Soviet Burial. Mika rolls Tara over, hooking the leg as she makes the pin.

Mai: Soviet Burial, Mark! Start singing the Russian national anthem!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Mark: And in one of the hardest hitting matches we’ve seen, Mika Demidov pulls it out and just barely gets past Tara!

Mika gets helped to her feet by Kevin Fisk, the referee raising her hand in the air as she gets a chorus of boos from the fans. The Russian starting to celebrate as Cory Kincaid makes the official announcement.

Cory: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”THE RED STAR” MIKA DEMIDOV!!!

Mai: Well done to Mika, but don’t worry. Tara will destroy Wendy in a couple weeks and maybe we’ll get to see a rematch of this after that!

Tara rolls out of the ring, holding her head as Mika Demidov continues to celebrate in the middle of the ring.


Bad Moon Rising

We cut to a shot of Felicia Atherton she has a smile locked on her lips as she is live at the fan zone… She is about to speak when the screen begins to fade out, and we see the screen flickering black and red…. Along with the cameras that takes us to another part of the arena, and we open up to a shot of Todd Williams. He has a huge grin locked upon his lips as he stares deeply into the heart of the camera and begins to speak.

Todd: Oh I am sorry for the disturbance on your television set. I would say don’t change the fucking dial but you guys are all paying for this Pay Per View so why would you want to change the channel and waste your God hard earned money anyway? That aside the reason for the disturbance in your current watching of FFW Relentless is that the TODD WILLIAMS NEWS NETWORK would proudly love to bring to you. A woman who happens to have a weather report for all of you. Meteorologist  Fiona Williams. Please take it away.

Todd gives a point and it’s on that cue where we are able to see Fiona Williams. She is standing in front of a green screen. She has a kendo stick in her hands as she is pointing at something that’s on a screen. That item that she happens to be pointing at is the Ultraviolence Championship. She cracks a wide grin on her lips as she points to it with an arrogant grin on her lips.

Fiona: This is your weather girl Fiona Williams and it has been a long time since I have been on FFW television. I believe this would be my first appearance on a Pay Per View, and really I was going to wait until Unstoppable came to the Williams home of New York to make this announcement at Unstoppable, but why wait until then when we can talk about things now! And I have read the charts. I have studied the waves and I can sense it. That the future of this very division that is called Ultraviolence will be determined by the results of tonight. Now I personally couldn’t give a shit on whether the division and direction of somethings within the company are left in the hands of Cody or Isabella. It really doesn’t make me one different, but what I do want to say is that when I entered that Ultraviolence division of Future Shock I entered it with the intention of ascending to the top of the fucking division. Yet I was thrown aside because the fans are fucking idiots who would rather vote off great talent instead of keeping them around in this company. I will be apart of the next Second Chance of Future Shock but why should I let all of you wonderful people wait until then?! Why the fuck should any of you have to wait to see a Williams truly dominate this company?!

Todd: The fact is you don’t want to wait, and you don’t need too. My wife is officially announcing that she wants part of this large roster and not only will she win her second chance season when the time comes but she plans to make some bitches bleed as she fights her way into grabbing a hold of that red strapped championship. The Ultraviolence Championship would look great around her waist. After all it’s red right?! And in a world where there are no rules. Where she could flat out do whatever she wishes who in their right mind could stop her. Who in their right mind could stop her with me at her side for that matter?!

Fiona grins as she takes the kendo stick and uses it to rip the screen right in half. She swings it about passionately gripping it tightly as she aims it right at the camera.

Fiona: I have foreseen it in the skies, and the only weather report I have is that I plan to make it red. It’s going to rain crimson skies when I finally make my long awaited debut into this company. I will break bitches in half with my kendo stick and I will keep on forecasting an endless shitstorm. A shitstorm of putting dumb cunts in their places of breaking bitches in half, and making my own storm as my stomp my way towards that Ultraviolence Championship. A title that will be rightfully mine if I have my way.

Todd: So the shitstorm is coming and you all better make sure to brace yourself because this is a storm you won’t survive. She will unleash a downpour of hell upon every single bitch that tries to get in her way. So if you are tuning in you are watching the right company, and my wife will finally make a Williams relevant in this company. She will show what exactly happens when the Dynasty comes unto the FFW roster. Who knows the future could be that of a crimson red. A crimson red of the blood that Fiona is going to spill. Or perhaps black and blue when my girl Stephanie Sullivan starts making bitches tapout left and right. Who knows… Perhaps we might get a real Williams Clan team in the form of Stephanie and Fiona as they march their way unto some type of Tag Team gold. The thoughts of what could happen or endless…

Fiona: It’s going to rain a heavy dose of pain, and the blood shed will surely follow. This is your wonderful weather girl Fiona Williams signing out. Back to your meaningless watching of a Pay Per View.

Todd: We already stole the fucking show… Deal with it…

Todd smiles as we fade to elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

A highlight package shows all the events that have lead up to the main event, including Isabella’s attack on Cody as well as the match being made at Chaos Theory before we head back to the ring. The fans buzz with anticipation as they know what’s next.

Mark: This match has been in the making long before Cody Kincaid was attacked, he and Isabella have been at loggerheads since Unstoppable of last year! And one way or another, we’ll have only one of them remaining after this match, what has been billed as the most important match in FFW history!

Cammie: No kidding there. Either my darling sister loses her job... or these are dark days ahead. Very dark says.

Cory: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is TEN FEMME CHAOS! The winning team’s leader will keep their job in FFW, and the losing team’s leader will be FIRED!!

Mark: The stakes don’t get much higher than that, Cammie.

Cammie: You aren’t wrong. I’m praying for Team Cody...

Cory: Introducing Team Isabella….

The low-pitched, distorted sound of a church bell is heard, crushing all the sounds that were playing before. All screens and headlights are assaulted and turn to a white screen. The piercing white noise of the wind and a faint static is heard, as the lights slowly die down and the arena is engulfed in pitch black. They only come back when the guitars and drums of Disturbed's "Prayer" are first heard, and Destiny Campbell is already seen atop the entrance ramp, with her security agent in Natalya Demidov right behind her, with her arms crossed. Both wear dark cloaks, as Destiny takes the role of the Black Widow and Natalya, the Executioner. The two of them coordinatedly remove the hoodies and reveal their faces, and Destiny proceeds to kneel on the floor, opening her arms and looking up to the sky, harnessing the blessings from above. At the same time, Natalya brings one hand up, doing a crisp cutthroat motion, which is when Destiny looks forward and crawls back to her feet, as the two make their way to the ring.

Cory: Introducing first... The team of Natalya Demidov and Destiny Campbell... THE ART... OF VIOLENCE!

Natalya walks in front of Destiny, so she raches the apron first. The titan holds the bottom rope up, and Destiny slithers into the ring like a snake. Once the Prophet is in, Natalya climbs into the ring by hopping onto the apron and passes over the top rope, entering the ring and joining Destiny as she executes her pre-match ritual of removing her hoodie and gloves and giving them to the Rogue. Natalya then removes Destiny's apparel, as well as her own hoodie, from the ring, and they take a corner.

Mark: The only true tag team in all of the women in this match, these two know each other better than anyone. And for my money, they are the most dangerous out of all of Isabella’s team.

Cammie: Absolutely. I’ll give Isabella credit, she picked the hungry women. Women who have something to prove. That can pay dividends... I have a con-chair-to to my head in a War Games that proves that shit...

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: 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 running and sliding into the ring. She rolls and sits in the corner, playing with her hair and chomping her teeth as her head tilts with an unsettling grin.

Mark: Sylvia Crowley survived a Thunderdome match, and had the time of her life. She’s never ever been in a match of this magnitude in her entire career, but you gotta believe Destiny Campbell knows she’s watching her...because that’s her mandatory opponent for the Ultraviolence Championship.

Cammie: Will be interesting to see how they co-exist. Besides, if Bella gets canned, who even knows if the new commish will uphold Sylvia’s shot? This could be interesting.

Cory: Please welcome Valentina Lozano’s manager and acting ring announcer….Matt Stone!

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

Matt: The sooner you all shut your mouths, the sooner you will get to see perfection in its purest form. Of course, I speak of my number one client, and you should all feel blessed just to get this opportunity to gaze at her flawless features. She lives in Los Angeles, California, but I guarantee you she is Canadian born and bred through and through from Toronto, Ontario. Her weight, while none of your business, is the perfect combination of muscle and sex appeal. She is above all of you and this is the part where you all get down on your hands and knees to kiss of the feet of…...

“THE LATIN GODDESS” 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 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, Matt following behind her, screaming at the people around them to bow down while, the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd. Valentina is soaking up the reaction from the crowd, even though she ignores it. Meanwhile, while she’s walking down, Valentina's entrance video is shown on the big screen, profiling her likeness and footage of her in action.

As they reach the ringside area, Valentina stops and looks at two nondescript men, who are wearing her official FFW t-shirt, giving them the cue to run over and create a human stairway next to the ring: one guy on all fours next to the ring and one guy lying prone in front of him. Stepping on the men’s backs, Valentina walks up and walks across the edge of the ring, with Matt looking up to her on the apron, bowing down to her while the men dismiss themselves to the back. She looks around the arena, not directly seeing the crowd through the darkness, but knowing that they’re out there as she sees the consistent flashing lights of the camera and the still boisterous reaction from the crowd.

Matt hops up on the apron, getting in position to hold the ropes for Valentina as she enters the ring, while Stone seamlessly enters after. Seconds later, Valentina climbs up to two opposite ring posts and poses to the crowd with complete confidence. She’s taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing. Meanwhile, Matt is standing in the center of the ring, away from the spotlight, bowing down to her once more.

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

Mark: I question Isabella’s judgment in putting Lozano into this match, she’s already competed once tonight and that match had to take some toll on her. But that seems to be a recurring theme at Relentless.

Cammie: I wouldn’t question Isabella if I were you. She didn’t want Valentina for her own ability. She wanted the outside interference.

“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: Here’s a woman who may be coming into this match with the least momentum. After a pair of matches against Kate Steele, she came up short and then Caroline made her quit at Indomitable. Aimee likely has something to prove, and that’s if her team can trust her.

Cammie: Aimee is still a good pick though, for me. She’s a mercenary, sure, but Isabella has deep pockets, and I’m sure she can get the best out of the poet.

Cory: And now introducing Team Cody….

“Titanium” Begins to strum out over the speakers, sending the arena into a pulse of pink and white strobes.

You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word your say
I’m talking loud, not saying much.
I’m criticised, but all your bullets ricochet.
Shoot me down, but I get up.

During the opening lines, Jo McFarlane steps out onto the stage to a pop from the crowd. She raises her arms to shoulder level, and begins to flap them somewhat, egging the crowd on.

Coy: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, please welcome “The Living Firework” JO! MCFARLANE!

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose,
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!

During the more upbeat chorus, Jo runs down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off  with her steps down the ramp. She carries on the momentum to veer around a corner, up the steps, grabbing the top rope and flipping over them, landing on her feet to another pop from the crowd. She then takes off towards her corner, where she ascends the middle turnbuckle and holds her arms out wide, taking in the noise from the crowd. Jumping down, she looks into the ring and does some last minutes stretches while her music fades out.

Mark: Much like Aimee, Jo’s coming into tonight cold as a mackerel in terms of momentum. But if you can measure heart and determination, she is peerless in that regard.

Cammie: Absolutely. It’s a McFarlane trait. Besides, if she can get her team the win tonight, past momentum means diddly squat.

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…. SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

Mark: Scarlett Kincaid will headline Unstoppable 6 against the FFW Champion, but you gotta believe that’s the furthest thing from her mind tonight. She’s fighting to keep her husband’s job!

Cammie: Scar has the most to lose here. You know Cody’s departure would seriously mess with her head. But I know Scar well. She’ll be focused tonight.

I told 'em all where to stick it
I left town with a dime to my name
Said Im done with all of my fake friends
Self-righteous pawns in a losing game
Got my band and a light that won't go out
Been burning since the day I was born
So I'll cry just a little then I'll dry my eyes
Cause I'm not a little girl no more

Grow up by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with Carson Black begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.

Cory: On her way to the ring hailing from Berkshire England, being accompanied to the ring by Carson Black she is “Lil Miss Evolution” Kate Steele!!!!

And some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
Some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
We get along for the most part
Me and reality, the light in the dark
And we live alone, in two different worlds
Me in a fantasy, you and your memories
But we get along

Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. 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: And without a doubt, there is no one on more of a hot streak right now than the Evolution Champion! Kate Steele has been damn near unstoppable, and she is making her second appearance in Ten Femme Chaos, Cammie.

Cammie: She is. And save for maybe Scar, no-one has more motivation in this match than Kate after the way Isabella treated her.

”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, high-fiving every fan she can on the way before she rolls in the squared circle from under the ropes. Killer C then motions for Cory to hand her the mic and she thanks him. She pulls her bandanna from her lips to speak.

Caroline: I am... From Tampa Bay, Florida by way of San Fernando on the islands of Trinidad and Tobago. I weigh in tonight at 155 pounds... WHAT’S MY NAME!?

Crowd: KKKILLLLLEEERRRR C!!!!!!!

Mark: They don’t get any easier as far as opposition goes, and here’s a huge reason why. Caroline made Aimee quit just a couple weeks ago, but her submission skills are going to be all but useless in this match because with this many people, I can’t see any submission being allowed to stay held long.

Cammie: That is true. Luckily, C has seventeen-thousand ways to kill a bitch.

#EL-EH-VAY-SHUN!#

The crowd bursts into cheers as a short volley of green and gold pyro bursts on the stage, as the always upbeat “Elevation” begins to play over the loudspeakers.  Wendy comes out, grinning and waving at the crowd, as she walks towards the ring.  Behind her steps Pollaski wearing a pair of sunglasses, and stepping cockily down towards the ring.

Cory: Introducing first/And her opponent, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing one hundred thirty four pounds, she is the CURRENT two-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: The two time FFW Champion and Hall of Fame member of 2014, Wendy Briese is also doing pretty damn well for herself. The last time she appeared in this match, she got pummeled even though her team won. Tonight, she hopes to do more of the pummeling herself.

Cammie: Hey man. She’s the champ. And she represents all of us. She’ll kick some ass, I just know it.

Mark: We still don’t have our referee Samantha assigned to this match, we do have Jennifer Stringer here on the floor, but…

The video wall came to life as the form of Samantha Star appears.

Samantha: Before this match begins, there are two things I need to address. First of all, aside of Cody and Isabella, ALL managers and valets are barred from ringside!

That draws a bit of a pop as Matt Stone, Pollaski, and Carson Black reluctantly head towards the backstage area.

Mark: Well then, that’s a bit of a surprise, Cammie: Samantha has ejected everyone from ringside, aside of the team leaders. That may change the dynamic just a little!

Cammie: Just a touch. Now Valentina doesn’t seem like such of a smart pick.

Samantha: Secondly, Jennifer Stringer, our senior official, will be on the floor and ready to take over as needed. However, I promised a guest referee for this match, and it is someone who knows a dirty trick or two and what to look for.

The video wall cuts back to the Relentless logo as the fans buzz in wonder on who it is before….

Mark: Well who is it?

La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la

Oh baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight?
Is she in the bathroom, is she smokin' up outside? (Oh!)
Oh baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime
For the drink that I'mma buy her, do you know just what she likes? (Oh!)

Appearing at the top of the ramp in a cutoff referee’s top and shorts is the Killer Blonde, a wide grin on her face as she adjusts her top a little. Isabella’s jaw drops as she catches sight of her rival heading towards the ring.

Mark: …..Samantha’s handpicked referee for this match...is AMY?! Look at Isabella’s face, if there was ever one person she likely wouldn’t want to referee a match...it’s the KILLER BLONDE! This crowd isn’t sure what to think. Some are cheering, some are booing!

Cammie: They should be cheering! Amy is Isabella’s arch-nemesis! These two hated each other so much, Hardcore War was borne out of it! HELL YEAH! AMY!!!

Mark: I’m not sure who this benefits, Cammie. Isabella certainly isn’t happy about it, but Cody’s team can’t be too thrilled either...as none of them trust Amy anymore than Isabella.

Cammie: That’s true, but trust me. Isabella & Amy’s disdain runs deep. I guarantee you it fucks up Bella. At least... I’m praying it does...

Amy looks down to Isabella, giving her a wave as the Commissioner looks none too pleased with the very sight of her. And as the crowd continues to buzz, the Killer Blonde calls for the bell. The teams discuss strategy before Isabella’s team sends in Destiny Campbell. And Cody’s team starts with Kate Steele, while the rest of the partners go to the apron. The fans in attendance already begin supporting the Evolution Champion, which brings a grin to her face. Dstiny shows virtually no emotion at the response before the two lock up in the center. Campbell brings a short knee into her ribs as she starts to back her up a couple steps. It doubles Kate over before the Ultraviolence Champion starts to drive clubbing blows into her back repeatedly. Pulling her back up, she whips her across for the ride. Steele rebounds off the far side as Campbell looks to hiptoss her to the mat. But the redhead blocks it, and counters into a Russian leg sweep. And before Destiny could sit up, Kate rolls on top of her and begins to drive rights into her head one after another. Steele rolls off, pulling the champion to her feet before she whips her into Team Cody’s corner. Campbell hits hard, turning as Caroline nails her with a right, then Jo, then Scarlett, and finally Wendy before she staggers out into a running clothesline from Kate!

Mark: Can you tell that Cody has his team fired up? Destiny is getting tagged from every direction, and Kate Steele, the MVP from last year in this match, is holding court!

Cammie: Unlike Isabella’s mercenary crew, Team Cody has a singular purpose. Melt the Wicked Witch.

Kate sits Campbell up, planting a knee into her back as she applies a rear chinlock. The Ultraviolence Champion grimaces in pain as Kate pulls back on her head, trying to drive her knee further into Destiny’s back. The Ultraviolence Champion doesn’t stay in this move long as she starts to get back to her, causing Kat to turn it into a side headlock. Destiny turns into her and starts driving elbows into her abdomen one after another before she finally let go. Campbell turned towards her and started peppering her with European uppercuts that rocked Kate backwards before she nailed her with a spin kick to the body that dropped Kate to her knees. The live crowd in New Orleans made it clear they weren’t enjoying this at all as Campbell hit the far side and came back, leaving her feet for a step up enzuigiri to the back of Kate’s head that dropped her face first onto the mat. The Ultraviolence Champion seemed amused with her work as she pulled Kate up, planting her head between her legs before lifting her upside down into a piledriver. Destiny reached across and hooked the far leg.  Amy moved into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Kate kicked out after two as Destiny got back to her feet, looking at something in the  neutral corner and talking to whatever it was.

Mark: Destiny Campbell has the advantage here, and she’s talking to….someone only she can see in that corner. She needs to stay on Kate.

Cammie: Hey, maybe it’s a guardian angel. Maybe it’s God. Or maybe it’s HER FUCKING CRAZY ASS BEING CRAZY AS SHIT.

Destiny nodded her head to whatever she was being told, dragging Kate to the corner and tagging in her Art of Violence partner, Natalya. The powerhouse stepped through the ropes as Destiny pulled Kate up, pinning her arms behind before Natalya bounced off the near side and planted a big boot across her jaw that dropped the Evolution Champion. Destiny stepped out as Natalya performed a double knee drop into Kate’s back. The giantess got back to her feet, planting a few more boots into Kate’s back before she scooped her up into a front carry. Natalya dropped her across her knee, stood up, did it again, stood it up, did it again, stood up and then lobbed her with a fallaway slam that sent Kate crashing into the canvas.

Mark: Nothing but raw power from the biggest woman in the match, Natalya is outright punishing Kate’s back. And doing a damn effective job of it too.

Cammie: Yeah, power goes a long way. That’s how I became a Hall of Famer, don’tcha know.

The blonde pulled Kate back to her feet, moving around behind her to apply an abdominal stretch. Kate’s face registered obvious pain as Natalya stretched her torso and raised one arm to deliver a clubbing blow into her ribs. The assassin had a stoic look on her face, raising that free arm again and crashing another blow into Kate’s body. Each shot caused Kate to shout in pain as the fans were right behind her, trying to bring some life back into the Evolution Champion. Natalya raised that free hand a third time, and Kate freed her arm and swept one of Demidov’s legs out from under her with it. The blonde immediately rolled to her feet as Kate lunged forward, firing shot after shot into her chest with little effect. Natalya shoved her backwards as she tried to keep her balance before Kate lunged forward again and connected with a codebreaker that put the monolithic woman on the canvas! The crowd really began to rally behind her as Kate rolled to her knees, clutching her back as all four of her teammates hand their hands out for her to tag.

Mark: Kate found an opening and put the big monster down! But she needs to make a tag, and there’s four willing women in her corner waiting on it!

Cammie: Pick your choice! Whomever it is, they have my support!

Natalya began to get up as Kate rolled into a ball towards her corner, reaching up to make the tag to Scarlett. The hometown crowd popped as the redhead stepped into the ring. As Natalya started to get up, Scarlett began hammering her with rights to the head before she could get back to her feet. The shots knocked the blonde backwards a bit before Kincaid hit the far side, and fed her a dropkick into the face. The Hall of Famer rolled to her feet, hit the ropes again and connected with a leg drop across her chest as she tried to get up. Kincaid reached across and hooked the leg for a cover as Amy slid into position.

Cammie: The GOAT has a cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mark: Scarlett’s plan here is to keep Natalya off her feet, and I don’t blame her a bit. Demidov’s power base is too strong when she’s vertical.

Scarlett grabbed her head as Natalya got back to her knees, driving her face into her left knee several times. It wobbled the blonde backwards, causing her to teeter a fair before Kincaid hit the ropes. And as Natalya started to stand, Scarlett left her feet and delivered a flying headscissors that snapped her right back down. The Louisiana crowd got louder and louder as Kincaid hit the ropes once more and delivered a running senton to the giantess before reaching across for the far leg to make another cover.

Mark: Scarlett Kincaid may be the most motivated woman in this match, and she is bringing these fans in the Big Easy back into the match!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Natalya shoved her off the cover as she began to sit up, holding her ribs as Scarlett quickly got back to her feet.

Cammie: Nattie needs to make a tag. Like... really badly.

Scarlett refused to let her get back up, heading right for her till Natalya shoved her backwards. Kincaid went back to the ropes again and took off, but Demidov caught her coming up and drilled her with a spinebuster. The blonde took a moment to get her wits about her before she rose to her feet, moving towards her team’s corner and tagging in Aimee Easter. The brunette shook her head, looking down at Scarlett as she started to get back up again. Easter caught her from behind with a running forearm to the back, shoving her back into the corner before she began to connect with closed fists to the head one after another. She whipped Scarlett across to the far side, and as soon as Kincaid hit the turnbuckle, Easter crushed her with a corner clothesline.

Mark: This is what Cody’s team has to deal with all night, power hitter after power hitter! Natalya may be the strongest woman on her team, but Easter would be right behind her.

Cammie: Yeah, Isabella picked her team well. Wear the opposition down quickly. Smart move.

Aimee pulled Scarlett to her feet, burying a pair of knees into her gut before she hooked her head and hoisted her high in the air. And with one motion, she delivered a stalling vertical suplex that drove Kincaid into the mat. Easter sat up with a fairly proud look on her face before she rolled to her feet. She pulled the Hall of Famer to her feet, scooping her up again this time into a military press before she deposited her onto the mat. The fans began to chant for their hometown girl as Aimee shook her head, listening to them. Easter drove a trio of boos into Scarlett’s back before she pulled her up and fired her into the corner. The former Evolution Champion stalked in behind her, applying a corner choke with her boot before Amy counted to four and pulled her foot down. Easter spun around and looked at the Killer Blonde as Amy touched her referee’s top with a smile.

Mark: Amy deciding not to wait for Easter to break that illegal choke, and did it for her. And I can’t believe I’m saying it, but the Killer Blonde is doing a great job upholding the rules here!

Cammie: In other news, a volcano just erupted in Siberia.

Easter turned back towards Kincaid, only for Scarlett to start firing rights into her head one after another. They rocked Easter back a step or two before Kincaid delivered an inverted atomic drop that put her on her knees. Scarlett hit the near side, delivering a knee trembler to the side of her head that dropped her. Kincaid fell into a cover as Amy went to make the count.

Mark: Getting into Amy’s face gave Scarlett some crucial recovery time, and did it ever pay off!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Aimee kicked out after two as Scarlett moved towards her corner with her hand outstretched. And the woman who made the tag was Jo McFarlane!

Cammie: OH HERE WE GO! JO IS GONNA FLY!

The crowd really got behind Jo as she didn’t come into the ring, but climb up to the top rope. AImee started to get to her feet just as Jo connected with a perfectly timed missile dropkick that flattened the Poetess. McFarlane hammered home a few right hands before she pulled Aimee to her feet and whipped her hard into the corner. Easter crashed back first and stumbled out, only for Jo to deliver a monkey flip that sent her up and over to the canvas. Jo nipped back up to her feet, measuring and delivering an elbow and right back up to do another. And another. And another. Each one coming just a little faster than the one before it until she delivered six of them right into Aimee’s heart.

Mark: You want to talk about some fast forward elbow drops right into Easter’s black heart!? Jo realizes the importance of this match!

Cammie: DAMN RIGHT! DAMN RIGHT!!!

McFarlane moved into position, and as Aimee got where she needed, Jo delivered a wheelbarrow facebuster to the Poetess! The crowd shouted “BANG!” after her signature before Jo hooked the leg for the cover. Amy slid right in to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Cammie: Close, but no cigar!

Aimee got her shoulder up, holding her hand to her face afterwards as Jo got back to her feet. The redhead responded with a smile to the crowd’s support before she took off towards the ropes. Isabella hooked her foot as she did, causing her to stumble. Jo spun around as Isabella smiled up to her from the floor. Aimee got back to her feet, and delivered a massive boot to the back of Jo’s head that sent her into the ropes before Easter snatched her up from behind and planted her with a release belly to back suplex. The Poetess held her head still after the facebuster, looking more than a little annoyed with Jo.

Mark: You just saw Isabella get Jo’s attention, and Aimee capitalized in a big way on it! That facebuster caught her good though, but the Poetess has reassessed control of this match for Team Isabella.

Cammie: Isabella is a danger at ringside. I thought valets were banned anyway...

Easter pulled McFarlane back to her feet, shoving her into her own team’s corner. Aimee followed her in, climbing onto the middle rope and laying in repeated elbows to her head before she hopped down. Sylvia tagged herself into the match, causing Aimee to give her a sidelong stare. Crowley stepped through, biting her hair as she did before she grabbed the rope and began to deliver repeated kicks to the body one after another. Sylvia stepped up onto the bottom rope and leaned down, biting into Jo’s face. Amy counted her down to four and then jerked her back to the mat. Sylvia gave her a quick glare as Jo held her face where it was bitten. Crowley backed up a few steps and delivered a spinning heel kick into her chest before backing up. Amy warned her about the biting, while Valentina wrapped the tag rope around Jo’s neck, and choked the life out of her. Amy spun back around as Valentina finally let go, with the Killer Blonde giving her some static. Crowley pulled the redhead free of the corner, burying a pair of knees into her body she hooked both arms, and delivered a double underhook into a gutbuster!

Mark: She calls that Absinthe, and I call it entirely devastating! Crowley may be psychotic, but she definitely knows how to get the job done in the ring.

Sylvia rolled her onto her back, hooking the far leg with one hand and biting her hair at the same time.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jo kicked out as Sylvia rolled over, and began biting her again. McFarlane kicked her feet before Amy once again dragged Sylvia away from her to break the bite. Crowley got back to her feet, staring at the Killer Blonde as Amy warned her again about biting.

Mark: More biting from Crowley, and I’ll tell you what, Amy has no problem interjecting herself as needed, does she?

Cammie: Not at all. It’s... almost unsettling, to be honest.

Sylvia stared for a moment, and Jo started heading towards her corner. Crowley immediately went right after her, grabbing her from behind as Jo reached for a tag to any of her partners. Sylvia jerked her backwards into a rear waistlock, only for Jo to grab her head and deliver a stunner out of nowhere. It bounced Sylvia backwards as the redhead collapsed to her side, looking back towards her corner. The fans were solidly behind Jo as she started to crawl towards her team, all with their hands outstretched. Jo inched towards them before Sylvia managed to regain her wits and grab her foot. Both women came to stand as Jo hopped on one foot till she went for an enzuigiri. But Crowley ducked that as Jo spun around in a circle. And when the brunette got to her feet, Jo left hers and delivered a Pele kick that dropped Sylvia!

Mark: PELE KICK!! Where the hell did she find that?! That was a knockout shot!

Cammie: BOOM! COUNT IT!

Jo crawled across her and hooked the leg. Amy dove into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sylvia rolled her shoulder before the three as Jo started to crawl towards her corner. All four of her teammates had their hands outstretched, waiting for the tag.

Cammie: If Jo can make the tag... Team Bella’s in trouble!

Jo inched forward towards her own corner, and finally made it before slapping the hand closest to her. And that belong to one woman, who the crowd introduced as she cracked her neck.

Crowd: KILLLLEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR C!!

Cammie: OH FUCKING SHIT! BUSINESS PICKED UP!!!

Caroline stepped into the ring, and as Sylvia got up, Stark mowed her down with a clothesline. C jerked the psychotic brunette to her feet and fired her with velocity into the corner before following her in. Stark measured and fired with a knife edge chop and another and another and another and another and another and another. Sylvia clutched her chest in pain as Caroline pulled her forward and delivered a slingshot suplex. Stark glanced over to the corner and shrugged her shoulders before catching Aimee with a yakuza kick that sent her to the floor. Destiny started into the ring before Amy intercepted her. Stark used the distraction to pull Crowley up and through the middle rope, and then strike ten unanswered blows to her chest as the fans counted along. Amy turned back after getting the Ultraviolence Champion out of the ring,  just as Crowley freed herself from the ropes and staggered towards Killer C. Stark snapped her arms around her waist and sent her flying with a release belly to belly suplex.

Mark: Has Caroline came to fight tonight or what?! Killer C is on a roll, and I think Crowley is in big trouble, Cammie!

Cammie: Trouble? She’s a DEAD WOMAN WALKING! GO C! END IT!!!

Stark hooked the leg as Amy moved to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sylvia got her shoulder up in time as Caroline got back to her feet, measuring and delivering an elbow to the back of her head when she tried to get up. Stark took off towards the ropes as Isabella pulled the top rope down, causing her to spill over to the floor ringside.

Cammie: OH FUCK OFF! Get this bitch out of here!!!

Sylvia started arguing with Amy as Easter pulled Caroline up to her feet on the floor. Aimee shook her head, not happy with what Caroline did. She planted her head between her legs and delivered a powerbomb into the barricade! Stark’s head and neck hit the wall as Aimee delivered stiff kicks into her body before climbing back up onto the apron. Isabella watched as Sylvia argued with the referee before she backed up a few steps, and punted Stark in the skull! The live crowd rained boos down throughout the arena.

Mark: For the love of God, a powerbomb into the barricade and look at what your sister did! Isabella will stop at NOTHING to win this match!

Cammie: She’s a motherfucking scumbag bitch. What do you expect?

The referee on the floor, Jennifer Stringer, took off around the ring and began reading Isabella the riot act. Meanwhile, Natalya dropped down off the apron, scooped up Stark like a bag of trash and shoved her back into the ring before resuming standing on the apron again. Amy turned back, seeing Stringer yelling at Isabella as Sylvia tagged in Valentina.

Mark: Valentina Lozano making her first appearance in this match, but her second tonight after the elimination tag with Union Jacked earlier. She can’t be at 100%, but she doesn’t have to be right now with Caroline having been decimated, thanks to Aimee and Isabella.

Cammie: True, but I’d keep a fresh woman in if I were Isabella...

Lozano pulled Caroline back to her feet, hooking her arms behind her before she dropped her with a tiger bomb. The Latin Goddess rolled to her feet, dusting off her hands as she moved towards the corner. Caroline was extremely slow to get back up before Lozano charged out of the corner with the bicycle kick that caught Caroline flush!

Mark: Priceless Kiss….and Valentina is literally picking up the scraps of what’s left of Killer C!

Cammie: This could be the end...

Lozano laid across Caroline, not bothering to hook the leg as Amy moved into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

C shot her shoulder up in time before the three as Valentina shook her head in disappointment before getting back to her feet.

Cammie: That was a lax cover. Come on Lozano, you’re better than that... I think...

Lozano pressed her foot to Caroline’s face and spun around, adding insult to injury as she taunted Carolien repeatedly. Valentina measured a knee drop into her face before she got her up, planting her head and using a piledriver of her own to spike Caroline into the mat. Lozano rose back to her feet, extending her arms for adulation from the crowd and getting none. She then headed for a neutral corner, climbing up to the top rope. Watching Caroline for a moment, she came off with a top rope double foot stomp. But Caroline rolled out of the way. Lozano landed on her feet obviously but stumbled as C got back up and went for a haymaker. The Latin Goddess blocked it, drove Caroline’s face into her knee and held it there before delivering a rolling cutter!

Mark: Lozano calls that Divine Intervention….and that’s it!! Cody’s gonna lose his job, C isn’t getting up from that!

Valentina dropped into a cover, hooking Stark’s far leg before Amy moved into position.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOA!!!

A leg drop off the top rope from Jo McFarlane crashed down onto Lozano, breaking up the fall as Amy got back up to get her out of the ring.

Cammie: Hey man, whatever works! Good job, Jo! Quick thinking!

Valentina held the back of her head in pain as Stark was barely moving on the canvas. C’s teammates kept talking to her, trying to help her get back into it as the fans chanted C over and over.

Mark: Jo McFarlane may have just saved Cody’s job and this match right there! But the damage is still done, and Caroline….she’s barely moving! She really got her bell rung. It may be just a matter of time, Cammie, before your sister sends Cody Kincaid packing.

Cammie: It may be. But C is as tough as they come. I believe. These fans believe!

Valentina started to get back to her feet, shooting Jo a dirty look. Wendy’s eyes widened as Jo fired two birds back at Lozano, which really infuriated her. The Latin Goddess looked none too pleased before she turned back to Caroline, pulling her up to her knees. Stark fired a weak left into her body that didn’t do much damage really. Valentina shook her head, almost laughing at Caroline’s weak response. Which was what Stark hoped for as she grabbed her head, and delivered a jawbreaker out of nowhere! The fans came to their feet as C collapsed in a heap beside the fallen Lozano as her team begged her to make the tag.

Mark: Look at Team Cody, they are positively burning to get into this match, Cammie! But with everything that’s been taken out of Caroline, it may be a moot point now.

Cammie: Nah, I still believe. It just takes one mistake. COME ON C!

Stark looked up with a far away look in her eyes, trying to focus as she crawled towards her team’s corner. Valentina began to stir as well, trying to get her bearings as Stark inched towards Team Cody’s corner. Lozano grabbed her foot before she got there, pulling her back up to her feet into a rear waistlock. She went for a belly to back suplex, but Stark blocked it with her foot. A headbutt to the back of her head took the fire out of C as she slumped forward. Lozano threw her, but Stark landed on her feet, bounced off the ropes behind her and as Valentina rose, she caught her with scissor kick to the back of her head. Both women dropped to the mat, but Stark was farther away from her corner than she was before.

Mark: Caroline with a last ditch effort to put Valentina down, but she’s farther away now than she was before, Cammie. But she’s gotta try!

Cammie: That was the mistake I alluded to! COME ON C! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

Lozano held the back of her head on the canvas as Caroline began her journey again, dragging herself across the ring towards her corner. Cody pounded the mat, getting another chant going for her as Caroline clawed her way towards her corner. Valentina began to get back to her feet as the chants began to pick up speed, trying to get C to move faster.

Mark: She’s gotta make the tag, there’s no other way! She can’t withstand much more of this punishment!

Cammie: COME OOOOONNNNN!!!

Valentina finally made it back to her feet, spinning around to see where Caroline went before Stark got to her feet and lunged into her own corner and made the tag to Wendy! The fans came to their feet as the FFW Champion entered the ring, taking off like a bullet and mowing Valentina down with a clothesline. Lozano got back up and ate another one straight away as the fans roared in approval! Sylvia came back into the ring, spinning Wendy around and catching a spinebuster for her troubles. Lozano got back to her feet as Wendy took off, catching her with a swinging neckbreaker that planted her! Natalya started into the ring, throwing one leg over the top rope as Wendy hit that same rope, causing it to catch the giant between the legs as Briese delivered a baseball slide into Lozano.

Mark: Wendy’s in, and is she ever on fire!

Cammie: Lozano’s way up shit creek now! And no paddles in sight! Isis & Matt are nowhere near!

Valentina staggered back to her feet as Wendy hooked her head, and delivered a beautfiul tornado DDT that brought the fans to their feet. Briese made the cover as Amy moved into position. Aimee came in next as Scarlett hit the ring to intercept her, the two beginning to trade blows! Wendy made the cover as Amy slid into position.

Mark: It’s starting to break loose, Cammie! It was bound to happen! We got a cover!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOA!!

Destiny jerked Amy out of the ring to break up the count. The Killer Blonde spun around on the Ultraviolence Champion as Kate Steele sailed over the top rope with a suicide dive onto Campbell that Aimee just barely avoided!

Mark: Campbell broke the count by pulling Amy out, and Kate just flew in like a bird of prey!

Cammie: I wouldn’t piss off Amy if I were you.

As Amy was busy on the floor, Isabella climbed up onto the apron behind Wendy as she got up and cracked her with a bell hammer to the back of her head. It dropped the FFW Champion as Amy turned back to see Isabella up there and jerked her down to the floor. Valentina threw an arm across Wendy’s chest as the outside referee yelled at Amy to make the count! The Killer Blonde spun around and dove into the ring!

Mark: NOO!!! Not like that!! Cody’s job is over, because of Isabella and that goddamned hammer again!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

NOOO!!!!

Valentina was pulled off the cover by a somewhat refreshed Caroline. Stark glanced around as she saw Natalya heading into the ring. And Killer C darted past her, and speared the giantess to the canvas before the two began trading right hands!

Cammie: Thank God C made the save! And now all hell has broken loose!

Valentina moved towards the corner, pulling herself up to her feet and waving Wendy to get up. The FFW Champion clutched the back of her head as she slowly got to her feet, only for Lozano to catch her with the facebreaker she used on Caroline earlier. Wendy staggered back into the ropes as Lozano set up for the cutter Jo slapped Wendy on the back as she stumbled towards Valentina. Lozano went for the cutter, but Wendy shoved her off.

Mark: Valentina’s going for Divine Intervention again, but I don’t think she knows Jo just tagged herself in!

Valentina caught Wendy with an uppercut as Jo came off the top rope with a spinning roundhouse kick to Lozano’s jaw! Valentina stumbled into Wendy, who delivered the tiger driver before Jo lunged across her! Destiny started into the ring as Kate jerked her out to the floor, grabbing her arm and locking in the triangle choke ringside!

Cammie: IT’S OVER! COME ON!!!

Mark: Kate’s got the choke on Destiny out here in front of us, and….what a damn kick….Wendy with the Hook Echo...and Jo’s got the cover!!

Amy dove into position as Isabella took off around the ring to stop her.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Isabella didn’t make it in time as Amy called for the bell, and the crowd exploded! The Ultraviolence Commissioner’s jaw dropped as it dawned on her what had happened. Cody pounded the mat in excitement as the fans were deafening

Mark: They did it!! Jo McFarlane just pinned Valentina...and Cody’s team has won Ten Femme Chaos!

Cammie: YES!!! YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSS!!!

Amy raised Jo’s hand as the other members of her team joined her in the ring. They all joined hands as they were raised high into the air.

Mark: Can you believe it?!

Cory: The winners of this match…..WENDY BRIESE, SCARLETT KINCAID, CAROLINE STARK, KATE STEELE, and JOOO MCFARLANE!!

Cody entered the ring, getting embraced by his team as Amy looked down to Isabella, waving bye to her with a smile.

Mark: It was just a stay of execution from Chaos Theory! Isabella’s gone!! The Ultraviolence Commissioner just lost her job, and the people in New Orleans love it!

Cammie: THANK BABY JESUS!!!

Isabella screamed bloody murder as the fans began to sing “Na na na na na goodbye!” to her. Amy gave Cody a hug as well, raising his hand before he pointed to his team, giving them the credit.

Mark: Ten Femme Chaos was everything it was billed to be, and Cody Kincaid will keep his job! And Isabella is done! This arena is shaking!

Cammie: It’s over! The reign of terror is over! Isabella is DONE!!!

Jo beamed from ear to ear as Cody applauded her as well as the others. Isabella sank to her knees on the floor, screaming at her team who walked past her in dismissal.

Cammie: Wait Mark, I gotta do something!

Cammie dropped her headset, and ran up to Cory Kincaid, taking his microphone. And from there, she led the crowd in a song!

Cammie (and crowd): NANANANA! NANANANA! HEY HEY HEY! GOO---OODBYE!!!

Mark: We promised an emotional rollercoaster, and it damn sure was! Team Cody wins, Isabella’s gone! And the road to Unstoppable begins! Thank you for joining us here tonight in New Orleans! And it’s safe to say in their pursuit to rid FFW of Isabella’s power, Cody’s team was unquestionably…...RELENTLESS!!

As the fans roared in approval at the victors. Relentless faded off the air.