FFW Chaos Theory 2016 - February 27, 2016

[Adam Grant]

The FFW logo appears on the screen with the world rotating behind it before we cut to a video detailing Aimee Easter’s rise through FFW to finally getting a shot at the FFW Championship against Scarlett Kincaid. From her days as one of FFW’s most despised to her present day self as someone who wants the respect of the fans. Then each of the championship matches are previewed as well as the feuds between Alysson Gardner and Desirae Kain as well as Savannah Taylor & Valentina Lozano. “Money and the Power” by Kid Ink begins to play as we cut inside the arena as the fireworks explode around the stage and shoot from the ring posts as the crowd makes nearly deafening levels of noise.

Money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down ‘cous
Money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down ‘cous

Mark: 22, 631 members of the FFW faithful have come from all points around the world and converged here in the Palace of Auburn Hills in Auburn Hills, Michigan for the first main roster Pay Per View of 2016! You are watching the 5th annual Chaos Theory! Thank you for joining us on what I suspect will be one of the most unpredictable nights in FFW history!

With the music still playing, Cody Kincaid heads out onto the ramp and has a wide grin on his face as he hears the crowd reaction. Dressed in a suit, he undoes the coat button as he heads down the ramp and ascends the steps to get into the ring. The continued reaction clearly makes him quite happy as he waves his arms to try to get them louder before he takes a microphone and waits for the music to fade out. He points the cameras toward a few members of the Detroit Pistons sitting ringside before they turn back to him.

Cody: It sounds like you guys are ready for tonight! No matter where you are in the world watching this right now, thank you for being part of this event! Tonight at Chaos Theory marks a major milestone in the changing of the guard all around FFW. We are going to be making a lot of history going forward, and none of that would be feasible without all of you. Every championship picture is changing in FFW from the top down. Every division is growing and changing, because the competition just gets bigger and better. And we’re going to stoke that fire a little more. Because I have a major announcement that I wanted to share with all of you. Right now, we are on what I like to call the Path to 100 in FFW. As a matter of fact, let’s get that trending! What I mean by that is the Path to 100 shows for both Breaking Point and Velocity! That right there is a massive milestone that so many promotions never even get close to. But you guys built us from the ground up, and as a result, we are going to give you something very special for it.

Mark: I suspect #PathTo100 will be lighting up social media in a matter of moments.

Cody: On both of those shows when they reach 100, you have my word we are going to make history. And I’ll tell you part of the plan now. On the 100th edition of Breaking Point in several weeks, we are going to have a championship unification match. You’re going to see the Evolution & Television Champion collide...Winner Takes All! A night that will see one woman with both titles. And only one of them will be recognized after that night as the last woman to hold the FFW Television Championship, because the championship will be retired after that match. There have only been two women in FFW who have managed to unify two of our singles titles, that being the Hall of Fame 2x FFW Champion Wendy Briese and “The Firebird” Ignis. Those are two remarkable athletes, and one woman on the 100th Breaking Point will join that elite group as the only woman to not only unify two titles….but retire one of the singles titles in the process.

Mark: Wow! A true championship unification on the 100th Breaking Point is definitely something you’d expect to see on Pay Per View, but you’re gonna get it for free. Earlier this week, the Trios Championship was also retired.

Cody: As for Velocity’s 100th show, well...wait and see. But this year is going to shake up the very fabric of FFW as you are going to see a lot of new women looking to storm the gates and make their mark on this company. You got names like Savannah Taylor, Anna Giovanna, Lisbeth Chambers, and Jessica Anderson who came to this company because they want to be part of the future of FFW. And of course, we can’t forget about Future Shock which is on the cusp of some amazing changes with new talent there as well! 2016 is going to be marked in history as the year FFW shook everything within it up as we head towards the biggest show of them all….Unstoppable 7!

Mark: The biggest night of the year for FFW, Unstoppable 7 will definitely be a happening this summer.

Cody: But we got a way to just yet, like tonight! It all starts TONIGHT! So Herbie, come on in here and take this microphone, and let’s kick this show off!

Herbie heads up the steps into the ring before Cody hands him the microphone, giving him a pat on the back. Herbie smiles as he watches Cody leave the ring and the sound of the bell tells us it’s time for the show to begin.





Herbie: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest for Chaos Theory and is set for one fall!

The opening riff of Switchfoot's "Dark Horses" revs up over the PA system as fans start standing up, craning their heads toward the entrance to see who's coming out.

Yeah!

Ashleigh Powell pushes her way through the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she looks out, taking in the audience before beginning her walk down the aisle.

I made my mistakes
I seen my heart cave in
I got my scars
I been to hell and back again

Born for the blue skies
We’ll survive the rain
Born for the sunrise
We’ll survive the pain

As the song is just reaching the chorus, Ash hops up on the apron spinning around so her back is to the ropes, and throws up her arms.

We’re singing…
Hey, you can’t count us out
We’ve been running up against the crowd
Yeah, we are the dark horses
We’re singing…
Wait! It’s not over now
We’ve been down but we’ve never been out
Yeah, we are the dark horses

Ashleigh gets into the ring motioning for the fans in attendance to make some noise, and she heads across the ring, climbing up to the second rope. Perched there, she raises her right arm before climbing back down and stretching to get ready for the coming match.

Herbie: Introducing first, hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee…...ASHLEIGH POWELL!!

Mark: We are getting set for our opening contest, ladies and gentlemen and tonight I’m being joined by a woman who knows one of these ladies pretty well in Katie Day. Welcome to your first ever play-by-play, Katie.

Katie: THANK YEWS! I’m soooo excited to be here to watch this match, Mark. I mean looked at Ashleigh already in the ring, stretching on the ropey ropes, I hope she wins tonight.

Ashleigh extends her hands up in the air as the crowd cheers her on as does Katie from the broadcast booth.

Mark: In only a few days, you’ll be going against Miss. Powell in a rematch. Many people are still unsure what happened with the turnbuckles and some are still blaming your manager and trainer, Alexander McIntyre.

Katie: He didn’t do it, Mark! Please believes me when I tells you that. It was a freaky freak accident and besides tonight is not supposed to be about our rematch, it’s about her going one on one with Lisbeth.

Herbie: And now introducing her opponent...

The opening of "Bad Romance" begins to play as the lights dim and white lights begin to flash. Lisbeth steps out and blows kisses to the fans as they cheer.

Herbie: Making her way to the ring... weighing in at 127 pounds... From Las Vegas, Nevada... Lisbeth Chambers!!!

Lisbeth skips down towards the ring, slapping hands with fans and offering a random fan or two a quick hug. She climbs the ring steps, walking along the ring apron, turning towards the crowd, and blows kisses before climbing into the ring.

Once in the ring, Lisbeth waves to fans as she prepares for the match to start.

Katie: Lisbeth is like super cools, the way she can make an opponent tappy tap tap like she did in her debut! I know a thing or two about winning my debut match toos! Hey all three of us!

Mark: That is right, both Ashleigh and Lisbeth won their respective debut contests; as did you, Katie; but tonight, Lisbeth is looking to remain a perfect two and zero; whereas Ashleigh wants to get back on track after that disappointing loss to you.

Katie: It was only disappointing because of the accident, Mark.

Mark: That’s what I meant by that, Katie.

Katie: Okies!

The bell rings and before the ladies start their match, they give each other a hug and Katie claps.

Katie: HUGS ARE AWESOMES! *she gives Mark a hug*

Ashleigh and Lisbeth break their hug and begin to circle one another, Lisbeth attempts to go for a collar and elbow but Ashleigh backs away, snapping a kick near the legs of her opponent which causes Lisbeth to back away as well. The two smile before Ashleigh tries for own collar and elbow attempt but Lisbeth returns the favor with a low sweep attempt and Ashleigh leaps over it.

Mark: Slow start for these two, neither one willing to be the first one to get taken down.

Katie: Mr. grumpy pants says this is a good strategy, it’s better to starts slow than to gas out later in the contest. Whatever gas out means.

The two do finally lock up, neither one getting any real advantage until Lisbeth finally gets a side headlock on Ashleigh, she cranks on the hold only for Ashleigh to back them into the ropes and push off, sending Lisbeth to the other side, on the rebound, Lisbeth and Ashleigh collide with shoulder block attempts and the two just look at one another with smiles, and nod their heads.

Mark: Both ladies had the same idea there with the shoulder blocks and neither one hit the mat. It’s been a fairly even match so far, wouldn’t you agree, Katie?

Katie: Yup yups, both of these ladies are like awesomely awesome at what they do in that ring, but one of them is going to needs to do something the other won’t sees comings.

The two back away for a brief second as Ashleigh waves to the crowd as does Lisbeth, them all cheering the girls on and when Ashleigh turns around, she is greeted with a dropkick from Lisbeth that flattens her to the mat, Lisbeth is quick to go for a cover after it.

One...

Ashleigh kicks out and Lisbeth smiles before picking her up and whipping her into the ropes, on the rebound, Lisbeth lowers her body and connects with a back body drop that causes Ashleigh to arch her back in pain and Lisbeth stays on her, connecting with a series of stomps before dropping an elbow across the chest of Ashleigh.

Katie: Lisbeth with a HUUUUGE flurry of moves and a pin attempt. Mr. McIntyre says it’s always smart to go for the pin if you cans, makes them waste energy.

Mark: That would be correct, Katie, and right now Lisbeth is in control of this match but we are still early into it.

Lisbeth bounces off the ropes and drops a leg, she goes for another pin attempt.

One

Ashleigh kicks out again, and Lisbeth latches on a seated headlock, looking to sap more energy from her high flying opponent and weaken her for one of your submission finishers down the line. Lisbeth keeps the headlock on until Ashleigh begins to fight back, reaching a vertical base and begins to elbow the ribs of Lisbeth and when she feels the grip loosen, Ashleigh explodes into a lifting back suplex!

Mark: Ashleigh catches the break she needs there!

Katie: But looks at her, Mark, she’s taken the most punishment so fars.

Ashleigh kipped up and bounced off the ropes, catching Lisbeth with a seated dropkick that spikes Lisbeth back to the mat, Ashleigh picked her up and slung her into the corner, taking a step back, Ashleigh took off, leaping into the air and catching Lisbeth with a shining wizard in the corner, but she doesn’t stop there, she hooks Lisbeth’s head and bounces out of the corner with a bulldog! Ashleigh hops up to her feet and yells out to the crowd who roar in approval.

Mark: What a combination from Ashleigh, just like that, she’s now in the driver’s seat!

Katie: She hits really really hard, I should knows I’ve been in the ring with her once alreadies. I wish she’d have gone for the pin attempt though.

Ashleigh begins to almost stalk Lisbeth who is slow to reach her vertical base, and when she finally does, Ashleigh strikes with a series of stiff leg and upper body kicks that stagger her back into the ropes, Ashleigh grabs the arm and feeds her into the opposite side and when Lisbeth makes the go round, Ashleigh leap frogs over her, ducks her head for the return and only sees Lisbeth’s palm as Lisbeth had slid onto her knees and connected with an uppercut palm strike! Ashleigh hit the mat hard and Lisbeth begins to continue her assault on the head and neck of Ashleigh by repeatedly slamming the point of her elbow into the collar bone of her opponent before backing away and bouncing off the ropes into a flipping neck breaker!

Katie: OHHHH!

Mark: Lisbeth has taken back control and those head and neck shots have got to be taking a toll on Ashleigh, she obviously believes that that Ash has not fully recovered from her top rope accident against you, Katie.

Katie: It’s a soundy sound strategy though, go for a known weakness; attack it as often as possible; plus with her subby submissions being all neck related; it only makes sense to me.

Lisbeth pulls Ashleigh to her feet, grabbing a hold of her arm before leaping backwards and landing her knees into Ashleigh’s arm! Ashleigh grabs it in agony but Lisbeth gives her no time to recover; going for an armbar submission; Ashleigh screams out in pain, but refuses to tap, she swings her legs into the ropes causing the break; Lisbeth lets the hold go and backs away.

Mark: Beautiful armbar submission but Ashleigh is able to get the break.

Katie: Lisbeth is doing what she needy needs to do to wins this match.

Lisbeth waits for Ashleigh to reach her feet and when she does, charges at her with an attempted clothesline, which Ashleigh ducks and when Lisbeth turns around, she is caught with a pele kick! The crowd comes alive as Ashleigh, still clutching her arm, looks at the top rope. She walks towards it and makes sure to check it before she starts to climb.

Katie: Becarefuls!!!!!

Mark: Ashleigh caught Lisbeth with a pele kick and before she climbed that rope, she made sure to check it; smart call.

Ashleigh looks down at Lisbeth and flips her body into the swanton bomb that she calls the Burning Bright! The crowd are on their feet as Ashleigh covers Lisbeth and the ref makes the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

Herbie: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, ASHLEIGH POWELL!

Ashleigh rolls off Lisbeth, still holding her arm, as she looks out at the crowd, smiling. Katie reaches her feet and begins to clap before she takes off from the booth and rolls into the ring and hugs Ashleigh, grinning from ear to ear.

Mark: Well as Katie helps Ashleigh celebrate, that was an amazing opening contest. Both ladies have nothing to be ashamed here; the future in FFW is very bright indeed.

Lisbeth finally reaches her feet as she sees Katie and Ashleigh hugging, the pair break it up and see Lisbeth, Katie motions for her to join them and gets the crowd involved; Lisbeth wastes no time as the three group hug and even pull the referee in as well!

Mark: What a sight to see.




Can You They Aren't Besties?

Recorded Earlier Today...

Backstage we find the newest FFW tag team in Legs & Arse all geared up for their match this evening, Muirne adjusting her fleet cap as they head down the hall.

Muirne: So here we are, lass, the big time! FFW PPV! Are ya psyched?!

Siobhan: Psyched as I can be, Muirne. Although now that we’re getting closer to match time I’m starting to get more and more nervous.

Muirne: That’s not a problem at all, Sheev! Just gotta breathe in, breathe out. Ye’ll be over it in no time!

The taller redhead nods.

Siobhan: I hope you’re right, Muirne…

Muirne: Look, I know, we ain’t tight friends with a lotta the roster just yet, but in due time we’ll get to be all chummy with ‘em! I mean...ah, look!

She stops Siohan, pointing off camera.

Muirne: There’s an old face we recognize right there! Oy, Jessie!

The camera pans over as Muirne runs up to Jessica Anderson, who rolls her eyes and scoffs in disgust.

Jessica: What d’ you want? Yer’ almost as bad as Michelle Taylor, poppin’ up where ye’ ain’t wanted!

Muirne: Well excuse us fer decidin’ to hop on when FFW went international. It ain’t our faults we’ve done well enough to sign on full time!

Siobhan follows behind the Irish tomboy.

Siobhan: Actually I’m quite sure if we weren’t as good we wouldn’t be here.

Muirne: Hm. Fair point. But how about ya, Jess? Havin’ fun here? Still enjoyin’ the fact ya can barely beat a tag team at all?

She chuckles to herself. Naturally, Jessica grumbles and mutters under her breath.

Jess: It’s going great ‘ere, actually. I was offered a full time contract right off th’ bat - none of this trial nonsense that y’ pair seem t’ ‘ave gone through.

Jess smirks as Legs & Arse exchange glances with one another. This causes Muirne to shake her head, chuckling as she pats Jessica’s shoulder.

Muirne: Well at least we proved off the bat what we’re capable of doin’, lass. Sheev an’ meself recently toppled former Unity champions, an’ tonight we got former FFW Champions to deal with as well!

Siobhan nods.

Siobhan: Meanwhile what have you been doing? Almost the same exact thing you were doing a few months ago, dealing with Michelle Taylor!

Muirne: It’s funny, ain’t it, Jessie? No matter where ya go ya seem stuck at the hip with her in some fashion!

Jess’ expression changes. Her smirk turns into a scowl.

Jessica: After t’night, Michelle Taylor will be gone from FFW. I’m movin’ on t’ bigger an’ better things, just like in Th’ Pitt. Th’ two o’ ye’ are a great tag team, but yer’ve yet t’ show any promise as individuals.

Jessica chuckles to herself as she looks at both women individually.

Jessica: Unless promise involves drinkin’ yerself into a coma - in which case, ye’ ‘ave that well covered Muirne.

This causes the Irish girl to leer at the British woman.

Muirne: Oh c’mon now! I don’ drink THAT much these days!

Siobhan: It’s true, compared to how our first few matches had her drinking backstage she’s managed to stay sober since then.

Muirne: Aye, though it helped that a certain SOMEONE kept stealin’ me drinks…

She mumbles to herself as Siobhan sighs.

Siobhan: All the same, Jessica, good luck tonight. Although this is Michelle we’re talking about, in which case, you really don’t need it, do you?

Jess shakes her head, with a slight smile forming on her lips.

Jessica: That’s perhaps th’ smartest thing yer’ve said in months. Th’ pair o’ ye’ are th’ ones who need luck - considerin’ yer’ facin’ former Champions. Just don’t get yerself disqualified, Muirne. This ain’t Th’ Pitt!

Muirne:...the feck ya talkin’ about lass? Me an’ Sheev haven’t done any cheap tactics since day one! Unlike YOU who, if’n I recall, actually USED Taylor to help ya against Sheev!

Siobhan: Plus, you know, we’ve never actually put one another through a table. If I recall that was your own undoing, Jessica.

Muirne: But nah, yanno somethin’, lass? You go out there an’ demolish Taylor. We’ll be out there an’ showin’ ya how a TRUE tag team works together!

With a tip of her fleet cap, Muirne and Siobhan walk past Jessica.

Jessica: Ye’ really think I’d ‘ave wanted t’ share a title reign wi’ that oxygen thief? ‘N’ don’t act all innocent, Muirne - if I recall correctly, both yerself an’ Taylor were chucked out o’ that match. It’s whatever, though. I’ve got t’ slaughter a cow, so ta-ta!

Jessica huffs and turns to walk in the opposite direction.






The lights goes out for a split second and then as “Burn In My Light” begins to play throughout the arena, Michelle Taylor just comes to the ring with a real cocky look on her face. She looks at the fans and just tells them off as she claims to be #1 as she gets into the ring as she awaits her opponent.

Herbie: Introducing first, she hails from the Lone Star State. This is….MICHELLE TAYLOR!!

Mark: We all saw how Michelle and Jessica faired as partners, Michelle was less than happy.

Mai: When isn’t Michelle less than happy? She’s been wanting this match and now we’re going to get it.

"I wish I was tall, I wish I was fast
Wish I could show up with a bag full of cash"

Jessica Anderson emerges from behind the curtain with a scowl plastered upon her features. She places her right hand on her hip and tilts her head slightly, letting out a sigh as she just stands on the entrance way. She looks around the building in disgust, the size of the crowd bigger than anything she had ever been used to. Boos begin to filter in, and Jessica projects her voice as much as she possibly can to yell "SHUT UP!"

"I wish I had style, I wish I had flash
I wish I woke up with a butt and a rack
'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that"

Herbie: Making her way to the ring, from Worcester, England and weighing in at 119 pounds... JESSICA ANDERSON!

Jessica begins to make her way briskly down the ramp, spinning on her heel to avoid any out-stretched hands on the front row. She reaches the ring and scales one step at a time, before straddling the middle rope. She pauses for a brief moment, mouthing an insult in the direction of the crowd, before pulling her body into the ring. She scales the turnbuckle and raises both hands aloft, in an attempt to agitate the fans. She hops down from the turnbuckle, once again adopting the scornful look as she looks around.

Mark: We’ve seen what Jessica can do in the ring, but not yet on a stage like this. This’ll be our chance.

Mai: I’ve been waiting to see what she can do alright.

Jessica and Michelle stare at each other in the center of the ring before Michelle lashes out with a right handed thrust, but Jessica is a bit quicker swaying to the side and flipping Michelle over with a wristlock into a hip toss. Jessica follows down with a forearm to the throat, but Michelle rolls out of the way and up to her feet. Michelle with a roundhouse kick catches Jessica right in the skull rolling her over onto her back where Taylor comes down with a knee to the throat. Jessica rolls into the kick tripping Taylor up and making her fall over into an leglock by Jessica. Taylor reaches out for the ropes, but is obviously way too far away, so she kicks back with her free foot connecting solidly with Jessica's face rocking her head back on her neck. Jessica releases the submission holding at her mouth. Michelle is up grabbing Jessica up before whipping her into the opposite corner, following in with an elevated body splash before tripping her out of the corner. Taylor is on the offense now and beginning to press her advantage. Taylor lifts Jessica up into a body press, going for a samoan drop, but Jessica counters into a reverse tornado DDT!

Mark: What a counter by Jessica there!

Mai: No one has ever doubted Jessica's ability in the ring, she is one talented individual and will look to use her speed to her advantage.

Both women back up and once again looking at each other center ring. Lock up, Michelle with a quick wrist lock and an even quicker go behind. Jessica grunts and slaps at her shoulder before bending over to send Michelle rolling over her back and onto her feet. Michelle strikes out with a foot, but Jessica catches the foot. Dragon Screw leg whip sends Michelle down. Jessica off the ropes, springing back with a back flip onto the canvas as Michelle rolls just out of the way. Taylor back up with quick agility and here comes Jessica with a leg lariat, but Taylor ducks under catching her with a split legged spinebuster, but Jessica counters with a face slam onto the canvas. Anderson up quickly leaping to the top turnbuckle, flipping backwards with a double knee drop right onto Taylor who's air rushes right out of her. Jessica pulls Taylor back up to her feet, Irish whip into the corner.

Mark: Fast paced match here so far Mai.

Mai: I know, I can hardly keep up with it.

Jessica runs to the corner, flipping up onto her hands to drive both feet right into Taylor's chest causing Michelle to fall out of the corner. Jessica off the ropes flipping over Taylor to drag her throat across her shoulder in a flipping sort of stunner. Taylor falls back and Jessica makes the first cover of the match.

One!

Two!

Taylor gets a shoulder up and Jessica goes back on the offense.

Mark: Jessica not wasting time here.

Mai: Yeah, is she even breathing?

Jessica whips Michelle into the ropes, but she reverses sending Jessica into the ropes instead. Jessica leaps to the top back flipping over Michelle landing on her feet, standing dropkick sending Michelle Taylor over the top rope to the outside. Jessica waves a hand over her head before hitting the opposite ropes. Jessica flies over the top rope with a plancha to the outside!

Mark: Jessica flies!

Michelle slams a knee right into the landing Jessica, causing her to land hard. Michelle pulls Jessica back up to her feet, Anderson looking a bit worse for the wear right this second. Irish whip into the corner post and Jessica's head bounces off the steel solidly. Jessica spins around right into a swinging neckbreaker from Michelle Taylor. Michelle lifts Jessica back up to her feet, whip into the ring steps sends them flying and Jessica's hand holding at her shoulder. Taylor stalks her prey as the count is up to seven inside the ring. Michelle Taylor rolls inside to break the count before rolling back outside.

Mai: Michelle doing the right thing there and breaking the count to increase the damage on the outside.

Mark: But either of them can lose on the outside or both can.

Mai: Michelle wants to prove a point, she doesn’t want a count out win.

Taylor stomps on the back of Jessica's neck to wear her down and cause her to hesitate with any high risk move. Taylor lifts Jessica up, dropping her back of neck first on the railing. Jessica holds at the back of her neck as Taylor chops away at her chest.

Mark: The crowd Woooooos there with each chop.

Mai: Extremely fast paced match slowing down slightly, but only slightly.

Taylor with another chop reddens the chest of Anderson. Taylor with the palm of her hand slaps Jessica's chest reddening it even further. Taylor whips Jessica into the ring apron, but Anderson leaps up, spinning around with a kick to Taylor's head. Taylor holds at her temple as she stumbles away. Jessica runs along the apron, flying off with a crossbody to Taylor's back sending her face first into the railing around ringside. Jessica gets back up, albeit slowly, but she is up to her feet first. Jessica waves a hand over her head, telling the crowd to calm down before pulling Michelle back up. Jessica with a knee into Taylor's midsection before rolling her into the ring and breaking the count just in time. Jessica leaps up to the apron and grabs the top rope. Inside the ring Taylor is beginning to get up, her back to Anderson. Jessica leaps to the top rope, poising there before leaping out with a split legged kick right to Taylor's face sending her stumbling into the ropes. Jessica off the ropes as Michelle walks forward. Jessica leaps over her stumbling body to bounce off the ropes in front of her, rolling forward and springing up with a clothesline to take Michelle down. Jessica once again shushes crowd before climbing to the top turnbuckle and pointing down to Taylor in the center of the ring. Jessica leaps off the top for her Show Stealer(Corkscrew 620 senton) only to slam back first into Taylor's uplifted knees. Anderson rolls off, holding at her back as Taylor lays there catching her breath. Michelle rolls over to her knees before shaking her head.

Mark: That high risk didn't pay off for Jessica.

Mai: Yeah, crash and burn city, population Jessica Anderson.

Taylor lifts herself up to her feet, looking at both the crowd and Jessica with disgust. Taylor pulls Jessica up to her feet. Forearm right to the face before pulling her into a belly to belly. Taylor releases the overhead belly to belly just in time to send Jessica slamming into the turnbuckles. Taylor rolls up to her feet, taking her time as Jessica is breathing heavy in the corner, still trying to recover from the double knees to the back. Taylor pulls her up, slap to the face and a chop to the chest. Taylor brings a knee into Jessica's ribs, to further cause her trouble breathing. Taylor with a European uppercut rocks Jessica's head back and another knee goes into Anderson's stomach, Jessica is in a world of hurt here. Michelle with a bulldog out of the corner has the match in firm control. Taylor gets up to her feet, yelling something out to the crowd, but they have no idea what she says, they just boo because they know they hate her. Taylor pulls Jessica up, Northern Lights suplex into a pin.

One!

Two!

Thr

Jessica manages to get a shoulder up to prevent the loss. Taylor has a few words for the referee, but she chooses to take her frustration out on Jessica instead. Irish whip into the ropes, ring shaking spinebuster sends Jessica down heavily on her neck more than her back. Jessica groans as she holds at the back of her neck. Michelle gets up, slicing her thumb across his throat signaling the end of the match.

Mai: Taylor showing the crowd here that the match is nearly over.

Mark: She's calling for the end here, but can she pull it off?

Mai: If history is any indicator...

Michelle lifts Jessica up onto the top turnbuckle before placing Jessica's head in position for a super MKO, to put her away once and for all. Taylor climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, perching just right before Jessica shoves her away and she loses her balance. Michelle stumbles forward before turning around right into a top rope roundhouse kick right to her temple that sends her spinning around and down onto one knee. Jessica off the ropes running up her back to the top rope and flipping back with a double knee to the back of Taylor's skull that drives her face first down into the canvas.

Mark: What athleticism!

Mai: Michelle is out and the crowd is getting behind Jessica simply because of the athleticism she’s showed.

Jessica waves his hand over his head before allowing Michelle to get back up and she connects with a few solid knee shots to Taylor's temple before slamming the point of her elbow into her right eyebrow and bringing a slight trickle of blood. Jessica hits the far ropes and comes back, leaping in the air back first and slamming her backside into Michelle’s face!

Mai: That’s using your assets! I wonder what I’d have to do to take that move.

Mark: Oh God…

Jessica calls for Michelle to get back up, which she starts to do as Anderson hits the ropes behind her, as Michelle turns to see what’s happening she takes a crossbody, Jessica hooking both legs for a cover.

One!

Two!

Thre

Michelle with a shoulder up prevents her loss, for now. Jessica is still on offense as she locks in a rear chin submission hold, pulling Taylor's right arm behind her and locking it with her legs to sort of combine a rear chinlock and arm trap with her legs, but it doesn't last long ats Taylor once again is in the ropes. Jessica backs up as Taylor slowly gets up to her feet.

Mark: Jessica with a submission that Taylor gets out of simply because she was near the ropes.

Mai: Doesn't matter how you do something as long as you do it. Imagine how much worse off Michelle would be without luck like that.

Jessica comes up behind Taylor, who nails her with an elbow into the gut stopping her progress. Taylor nails a second, a third, and a fourth before spinning around and clocking her a really good spinning elbow shot right to the mouth and following it up with a left elbow to her right eyebrow. Jessica is rocked back, but Taylor knows when to press her advantage as she does now with a knee to the right side of Jessica's ribs, one to his left, and alternating rib shots with forearms and elbows that has Jessica marching steadily backward as Taylor marches forward with the offensive onslaught. Taylor connects with a boot to the midsection before lifting a solid knee shot into her face and sitting her up on the top turnbuckle and once again signaling for the end.

Mark: If at first you don’t succeed

Michelle climbs up, connecting with a forearm shot to jessica’s temple, raising her arm to a mass of boos from the crowd. Taylor hooks Anderson’s head and leaps off the middle rope for an MKO! Only...Jessica stays on the turnbuckle, having grabbed the ropes to prevent her from taking the move, Michelle landing on her back. Without wasting a second, Jessica aims to steal the show once more and Taylor is a step too slow to avoid the high impact move and with a hook of the outside leg, it looks elementary.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell sounds and I Wish starts playing over the loudspeakers, Jessica rolling out of the ring, holding her neck as Herbie is ready for the announcement.

Herbie: Here is your winner, Jessica Anderson!

Some of the crowd is cheering for Jessica, who’s holding her neck, ignoring everyone at ringside who’s asking for a hand slap. She shakes her head at a little girl looking for a high five and walks up the ramp, looking back with disgust for a moment as Michelle.

Mai: I like this girl.

Mark: I had a feeling you would. Impressive win here for her.

Mai: I think she needs someone around her waist.

Mark: You?

Mai: I meant the Television title, but sure, I wouldn’t mind either.



The Queen Bitch

The show cuts to the back as we find Adam in front of the Future Shock All Star logo with a clipboard under his arm before he is joined by a very familiar face, who doesn’t get the warmest reception from the crowd in the Palace.

Adam: Tabatha, welcome to Chaos Theory.

He offers her a handshake with the arm not hugging the clipboard underneath it. Tabatha shakes Adam’s hand and smirks at the jeering from the crowd.

Tabatha: Pleasure to be here, Adam. Even if the fans are not too happy to see my face; guess they didn’t like me calling them out on twitter a few nights back.

Adam: You did seem to be the point of contention for a few of them. I talked with Cody the other day like I mentioned to you, and we got all the paperwork sorted out. That’s what this is.

He pulls the clipboard out for her, and hands it off.

Adam: Your roster contract. I know you didn’t like how the season ended for you, much less the fact that they kept Samantha Tolson in as a result. Though she is on the bubble with them, it’d seem.

Tabatha took the contract and signed it, making it official as she nodded her head slowly at what Adam had just said.

Tabatha: Yes, the fact a weekend warrior is still in the season along with an excuse making revisionist insults me. But that’s not my problem anymore, that’s theirs to deal with now. They made their beds and now they get to lay in them as the only woman who was making that season interesting is now gone. Have fun with blathering fools and an alien princess. Might as well give Andi and Kaylee the finale now, skip the formalities.

Adam: And as promised, I got two matches already lined up for you. First up at Velocity, I got you a one on one match with Chrysta from the Change of Heart. She seemed to take some exception to you, so I figured we’d make that happen and let you two settle it in the ring since you didn’t get a chance to in the season.

This brings a smile to Tabatha’s face as she chuckles, running a hand through her hair.

Tabatha: That poor girl has no clue what she’s getting herself into, Adam. If she thought what my niece, Katherine and my former niece-in-law Emma had to say and do to her was bad... she’s in for a world of pain and not in the good way either.

Adam: Not only that, but he’s already got you inked in for Relentless too. That’s where you’ll go one on one with Samantha Tolson. Chrysta’s comments have been a little bit less….pointed about you than Samantha’s, I think. I don’t know why, but that fact kinda surprises me a little.

Tabatha: Samantha at this point is just looking to pick fights to try and remain relevant as far as I care, Adam. She’s already proven to me and from the sounds of it many others that frankly she doesn’t care enough about this business; the mere fact she choose to hang out with her girlfriend than be at the big show before tonight speaks volumes to me. You do NOT do that; that’s showing a lack of respect for this business and for those who came before you... which surprise surprise, Samantha, I’m one of the ones who came well before you.

Tabatha rolled her eyes.

Tabatha: The sad thing though Adam... before her rage quitting the first time she was here, I actually liked Samantha, I thought she seemed like a pretty cool girl, and if Aly and Gaby liked her, I trusted their word. Obviously we were all wrong and what we are seeing now is the true Samantha Tolson; an entitled little bitch who wants everything handed to her without having to actually work for it, let alone show up when she’s not booked to bloody compete!

Adam: I’m looking forward to this already. the next Velocity is in London though. So when you meet Chrysta from the Change of Heart, well you’ll be in your own backyard at the O2 there. Should be a helluva homecoming for you.

Tabatha nods her head as the smile returned to her lips.

Tabatha: Home sweet home indeed, Adam, it’ll be a night we all can look forward to; whether it be me facing off against the Revisionist or my niece and fellow London Native, Katherine giving her declaration of intent on her pick your poison briefcase; who knows maybe Lily will join her in doing the same that very night. All in all at Velocity from the O2 arena it’s going to be a great night to be a Brit. And it’ll start when the Queen Bitch, Tabatha Belmont breaks another... Heart.

A graphic pops up to show the upcoming match between Tabatha and Chrysta at the London Velocity before we cut back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

Herbie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Future Shock showdown!

Zack:  Time now to see Cereza Ithavoll and Leah O’Quinn do battle here at Chaos Theory, and I’m joined here in the booth by the one and only ‘Nightbringer’ Ryan Corey.  Ryan, size this one up for us.

Ryan:  Well, Zack, although Leah’s not a completely seasoned veteran yet, she does have the experience advantage over Cereza.  I gotta think that it’ll be easier for Leah to focus in on the task at hand as well, because she can’t hear the roaring crowd here tonight.  I won’t count Cereza out, but as seems to be the case with every one of her matches, she’s got an uphill climb to make.

Zack:  What do you make of Cereza?

Ryan:  I don’t know what to make of her….I mean, I see flashes and signs from time to time, but to me, she’s gotta be more willing to engage.  She busies herself with always trying to outsmart her opponents, and sometimes, Zack, you have to just start throwing hands and bludgeon yourself into a better position.  Intelligence is great, but in the ring few things work better than a good solid forearm to the mush.

As “Money” by the Mystery Skulls begins, the lights dim down, strobe lights flashing along with the beat of a hand slamming down money onto a table repeatedly on the jumbotron. While that goes on, a figure walks out onto the stage, leaning against a pole set up just for the entrance. Once the vocals kick in, a spotlight shines down on Cereza, who takes a lollipop out of her mouth and walks down the ramp, hips swaying as she rests her fist on them.

Herbie: Making her way to the ring...from Liverpool, England...CEREZA!

The song hits it's chorus once she reaches the bottom of the ramp. Once she reaches the ring, Cereza grabs hold of the bottom rope, bringing her legs up to do the splits and slide herself underneath.  Rolling to her feet, she hammocks herself out in a corner while sucking on her lollipop, waiting for the match to start.

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

Herbie: Introducing from Baltimore Maryland; this is “The Deaf Revolutionary” Leah O’Quinn!

Leah slides into the ring and reaches her feet and points at the crowd one last time before removing her jacket and tossing it over the ropes and letting it land on the floor below. She stretches on the ropes and awaits her match to begin.

Stephen Wilson steps into the ring to officiate the contest, and after the perfunctory check of each combatant, he calls for the bell to get it underway.

Leah wastes little time walking right up to Cereza, and begins to have words with her, but the Wiccan Stripper stands there with a smile, mocking Leah by cupping her hand behind her ear, as if she can’t hear what the Deaf Revolutionary has to say.

Zack:  And Ithavoll up to her old tricks once again.

Ryan:  Like I said earlier...sometimes it’s just better to get into the fight rather than trying to get inside your opponent’s head, and this early on, this is a big mistake by Cereza.

Almost as if on cue, Leah’s face turns red and she quickly socks Cereza in the jaw with a stinging left jab, and again, and again, and Cereza is stunned.  Leah follows those jabs up with a couple to Cereza’s midsection, doubling her over.  Leah grabs a side headlock and whips Cereza over, but Cerza quickly uses her flexible legs to grab Leah in a headscissors.  Leah pushes herself to a standing base with her head trapped, then hops back and forth a couple of times before freeing her head, then diving at Cereza and capturing her back into the side headlock, this time flattening herself out and out of the way of those stripper’s legs.

Cereza tries to bring her legs up again, but Leah is out of range, and upon seeing one of Ithavoll’s ankles, wrenches down on the headlock again as Cereza howls in agony.  She manages to roll herself up to her knees, forcing Leah to come up with her if she wants to hang on, and she clearly does, trying to tighten it down even more.  She slowly pulls in even tighter, and Cereza gets to her feet, using her height and her size advantage to release a lot of the pressure, then wraps Leah around the waist and picks her up, chucking her off and sending her crashing into the mat.  Leah is quick to get back to her feet, but Cereza swiftly starts to circle around behind her, and as Leah begins to spin, looking to see her opponent, Cereza begins to dart in and out with forearms to both the back of her head and to her back.

Zack:  Seems like Cereza has a strategy here.

Ryan:  It does, and I’m at a loss to say it’s a bad one, as if Leah can’t see her, it gives Cereza a decided advantage.  She can’t hear the footsteps, and Cereza is just slowly picking her spots with a few well-placed shots.

Leah frantically begins to spin around, looking to make eye contact with the Wiccan, but she keeps a watch on the Deaf Revolutionary, moving out of her periphery while continuing to make pinprick style strikes that are doing nothing but frustrating Leah more than hurting her.  Cereza giggles with each shot, continuing to pepper her opponent with strikes as she stalks around behind her.

Ryan:  But this is what I was talking about, Zack.  She had a good thing going, but at some point she’s going to have to stop this and bust out the heavier artillery if she wants to pick up a win here tonight.

A light bulb clearly goes off behind Cereza’s eyes, and she slams a hard forearm into the back of Leah’s neck, right at the base of the skull, which stuns her.  Leah turns and continues to search for Cereza, but the Brit leaps up onto the nearby ropes and then off, scoring with a big springboard dropkick that flattens Leah into the corner.  Leah struggles to sit up in the corner, but might wish she’d have stayed prone, as Cereza quickly charges across the ring and lands on her, riding the pony with a Bronco Buster before rolling off backwards onto her feet, taking a moment to genuflect before the crowd as boos begin to rain down.

Zack:  A nice string of offense there from Cereza Ithavoll!

Ryan:  It was, but the bowing to the fans might cost her.  She needs to learn to keep the pressure on her opponent.

Cereza walks back to the corner and grabs a fistful of Leah’s crimson locks, pulling her to her feet and into the center of the ring.  She shouts at her, and when O’Quinn doesn’t respond (because, well folks, deaf and all, y’know) she gives her a huge open-handed slap to the face that rings through the arena.

Leah takes a moment to brush her hair back away from her face, and that visage is becoming as red as the rest of her head.  Cereza slaps her again, but that only seems to make Leah grimace before Cereza aims another palm at the face, but Leah stops it, and begins to wail away at the bigger Brit with well-placed body shots with her fists, some low kicks to Cereza’s thighs, followed up with more body blows that eventually back Cereza into a corner.  A right cross squarely between the eyes drops Ithavoll to a seated position in the corner, and Leah quickly scrambles across the ring and hits the ropes, running back across at full speed before landing a facewash kick to the face that makes the fans ‘ooh’ with the ferocity.

Zack:  Talk about heavy artillery!

Ryan:  Ouch.  That facewash kick right there could knock out some folks, no doubt about it.

Leah roars to the crowd, who roars back despite the Deaf Revolutionary’s inability to hear their response, and picks Cereza up, dragging her to the center of the ring before taking her right back over with a snapping vertical suplex.  Leah gets into the mount, and begins to rain down fists of fury on the stripper, and Cereza can do nothing but cover up as best she can before bringing her legs up and under Leah’s arms, flipping her back into a pinning combination.

One…

Two…

Leah rolls backward, then scrambles forward, pulling Cereza’s legs up and putting her into a honeymooner-style pinning predicament.

One…

Two…

Cereza kicks hard, but straight upward, forcing Leah head over teakettle and onto her shoulders, as Cereza sits up and pulls her legs in for another pin.

One…

Two…

Thr-NO!  Leah rolls a shoulder up in time!

Zack:  A fast and furious set of pinfall attempts puts everyone back at square one!

Both women seem a bit flustered, but still roll off the canvas and back to their feet, as Cereza begins to try and circle behind Leah again.  The big Brit begins to annoy the Baltimore native with a few hit-and-run shots, and after about three, a sudden look of epiphany crosses the Deaf Revolutionary’s face.  She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, and slowly begins to turn around, trying to sense Cereza.

Zack:  Ryan, any idea what she’s doing there?

Ryan:  If I had to guess, she’s trying to feel out Cereza...it’s brilliant!

Zack:  What do you mean?

Ryan:  If I’m right, Leah is trying to feel the ring move from Cereza’s movements, and track her almost like a bat with its sonar!

True to the commentary, Leah struck out to her right, but just missed Cereza before she slammed another forearm into her back.  Leah kept moving slowly after a quick recovery, again missing with a backfist as Cereza peppered her again.

Ryan:  See what I mean?  She’s not on target yet, but she’s getting closer!

Zack:  Can she take the measure of Ithavoll here though with this, that’s the question.

Leah strikes out again, and this time Cereza has to dodge an incoming fist before striking her with another forearm shot.  Leah recovers and closes her eyes again, and as Cereza begins to move in for another shot, Leah swings her right elbow backwards hard, and this time she connects, slamming the point of her elbow directly into Cereza’s jaw!

Ryan:  Brilliant strategy!  She’s got Ithavoll measured now!

Zack:  But she had to take some punishment to get there, so follow-up could be the issue here.

Leah is, in fact, able to follow up, as she turns and faces the Londoner, kicking her in the gut, then straightening her up with an uppercut.  She spins quickly to her left, striking her with a spinning backfist as Cereza is rocked, then spins back to her right, clubbing her with a Roaring Elbow!

Ryan:  I cannot believe Ithavoll is still vertical after all that!

Leah steps back and aims a discus clothesline for Cereza’s neck, but the Wiccan somehow has the werewithal to duck, and Leah goes flying by wildly.  Leah turns to regain her contact, but Cereza quickly plants a foot in her gut to double her over, then drives her to the mat with a split-legged leg drop to the back of the head.  Leah still shows plenty of fight, quickly scrambling up to her knees, but Cereza doesn’t hesitate as she steps up on the Marylander’s back and plants her back down into the canvas with another leg drop!

Zack:  She calls that The Whore Killer!

Ryan:  And she got absolutely all of it there, Zack.

Cereza is now stalking Leah, and as Leah struggles back up to her knees, the Wiccan flies in and crushes her with a kneeling facebuster!

Zack:  Bouncer Drop!  Bouncer Drop!  Can Cereza pull off the improbable here?

She scrambles over and hooks the leg, covering O’Quinn!

One…

Two…

Three!!!!

Ryan:  She got her….wow.  Not the end result I was expecting here.

Cereza rolls to her feet, once again genuflecting before the booing crowd as Wilson raises her hand.

Herbie:  And your winner…..CEREZA!!!!

Zack:  And the former stripper proving to be too much for Leah O’Quinn here tonight.

Ryan:  There’s some talent there with Cereza, but if she wants to win more matches, she’s going to have to refine her game plan and method of attack.  It worked for her here, but against more elite opponents she’ll get exposed without some changes to her modus operandi.





FORTUNE, FAME!
MIRROR VAIN!
GONE INSANE!
BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS!

The lights dim as The Memory Remains by Metallica rips the through the speakers, and “Pain Train” Penny Buchanan stands at the top of the ramp, she looks around a bit with a look of pure intensity. Joined at her side by is her Hydra partner Sydney Holt, arms crossed.

Herbie: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, escorted to the ring by Sydney Holt... From the “Death Valley” Trailer Park in Texas... “PAIN TRAIN” PENNY BUCHANAN!

HEAVY RINGS ON FINGERS WAVE!
ANOTHER STAR DENIES THE GRAVE!
SEE THE NOWHERE CROWD, CRY THE NOWHERE TEARS OF HONOR!

Slowly Penny makes her way down the ramp, eyes focused purely on what was ahead of her. A few fans slap at her hands and unconsciously she tags them back, with Gabriel not far behind. She slowly approaches the ring, rolling her shoulders and neck before hopping up to the apron from standing.

LIKE THE TWISTED VINES THAT GROW!
THAT HIDE AND SWALLOW MANSIONS WHOLE!
AND DIM THE LIGHT OF AN ALREADY FADED PRIMA DONNA!

As Sydney walks around the ring Penny climbs into the ring, suddenly running the corner to climb up to the second rope. Penny looks out on the fans, the smallest hint of a smirk on her face before she hops down and her music fades.

Mark: It's time for a contest that was supposed to be a different member of Hydra going against Willow... But Rhea Laskaris decided to turn her back on Penny and Sydney, rekindling her alliance with Kyle Kilmeade. The Pain Train has taken her former partner's position in this match, and she's nothing short of PISSED.

Zack: Well, one could argue that Penny is ALWAYS pissed for some reason, but given everything that's been happening right now, with the dissolution of Hydra, she has all the reasons to. And if she has her way, this train's going to run all over Team Kyle tonight.

The opening electronic riffs of “Hello” sound through the arena and the crowd boos as Willow walks out from the back, arms outstretched as if expecting anything but the jeers she’s getting. Kyle Kilmeade walks out a few paces behind her, which only ramps up the crowd's booing. She pauses at the top of the entrance ramp and blows off the crowd's reaction before she makes her way down to the ring with Kyle in tow.

Herbie: And her opponent, accompanied by Kyle Kilmeade, from Los Angeles, California… WILLOW!

The crowd boos as Willow and Kyle reach the ring. Willow climbs onto the apron and quickly steps inside of the ring and spins around, arms outstretched as the crowd boos and a few even throw things at her. Finally she takes a knee in the corner, getting some last minute instructions from Kyle on the outside as her music fades.

Zack: And there she is, Team Kyle's biggest money mak-- Sorry, I can't even try to say that with a straight face. Willow is a known coward, and the fact she agreed to go in an one-on-one match against Rhea Laskaris in the first place was already something unfathomable. Swap the Amazon with the Pain Train... Yeah, things aren't any better.

Mark: And with Kyle Kilmeade by her side, even though Kyle's clients don't really see eye to eye except, say, Mika Demidov and Emma MacNamara? I don't see Willow getting any leeway to try and take the champion down with any help from her "colleagues."

Zack: Maybe Rhea?

Mark: ... I dread to think of it, man. I'd hate to see THAT happen.

As the match begins, Willow takes her sweet ass time to walk towards Penny, with the bigger woman just standing there, her guard up, staring laser beams into her opponent. In spite of her smirk, Willow seems... hesitant in engaging Penny, as she takes her time to talk to the referee and ask him to check her for any weapons, to which he responds he already did and she's clean. By now, Penny is annoyed with Willow's lack of combativity, charging at her... And Willow hides behind the referee, complaining that she's not ready to start yet.

Zack: ... of course she's not ready. Of freaking course.

Mark: Like you said, Willow is a known coward. She likes to stall for time and anger her opponents into dropping their guards.

Willow SLOWLY comes out from behind the referee, still taunting the mediator, to the point the blonde starts getting the riot act read for her. But then, out of nowhere, with a sharp move, Willow swings her leg upwards and catches Penny right between the legs. Since the referee wasn't looking at the action, and rather at Willow, the low blow goes unseen as Penny doubles over, reaching for her crotch. Willow takes two steps backlimping in a way as if she had just kicked a rock, before charging at Penny again... Who is nowhere as incapacitated as a low blow would cause, stepping aside and grabbing the back of Willow's head, hurling her into the corner. Willow hits her entire body into the turnbuckles, and collapses clutching at her right knee (that apparently met the hard spot of hte mid turnbuckle). The blonde immediately gets to her good knee making a "time out" sign with her hands. Penny, of course, is having none of that, as she brings Willow back to her feet and starts hammering away with hard uppercuts and jabs to the blonde's face. At one point, completely out of balance, Willow staggers to the ropes, and Penny yanks her from there and forces her against the corner again, this time with her back turned to the turnbuckles. There, Penny starts hammering away with shoulder thrusts, squishing Willow into the corner. The referee has to admonish Penny for that, and eventually starts the count-out. The Pain Train makes full use of the 5-count before backing off.

Mark: Penny isn't being paid by the hour apparently, as she's going all out on Willow. Penny has a 66-pound advantage over Willow, not to mention she's hard as metal.

Zack: she's a Pain Train alright! At this rate, it won't be soon until Willow is asking for water.

A punch-drunk Willow comes out of the corner ever so slowly, staggering and tripping over herself as she clutches at her stomach. Penny reaches her and grabs a handful of her hair so to pull her into a headlock, then setting Willow up for a snap suplex... No! Willow laces her inside leg with Penny's, and given the power Buchanan is using, she rocks her own balance! That's the opening Willow needs to BARELY turn it into a small package roll-up!

Zack: Whoa! How'd she do that?!

ONE!

TWO-- NO! Penny kicks out with plenty authority.

Mark: I don't know, but it went nowhere!

The two women stand back on their feet, with Willow taunting Penny into locking up with her, as she puts one of her arms up. Penny shakes her head and goes for the brutality anyway, grabbing Willow by the hair again and pulling her into a barrage of knee strikes to the stomach. Willow bends and coughs as her midsection is being punished, and that's when Penny yanks Willow's arma and sends her running across the ring. As Willow comes back, Penny ducks a bit, thinking about sending the blonde flying... But instead what happens is Willow jumping over Penny and grabbing her hair, smashing the bigger opponent head first into the mat! As Penny clutches at her neck, Willow "beats her hands clean" while the referee admonishes her for going for the hair, to which she yells back that Penny should be disqualified for going for her own hair so many times.

Mark: The referee is finally catching on to the fact there's been a lot of hair pulls in this match, and... Well, Willow has a point.

Zack: Do you feel dirty saying that?

Mark: Do I ever.

After her little spat wit hthe referee is done with, Willow rushes to the far ropes to build up her momentum. Penny gets back up to her feet before Willow had planned though, forcing Willow to slide between Penny's legs as she comes, rolling back to her feet and hitting the opposite ropes. This time, Willow goes for the splash... landing right on Penny's grasp. Pain Train shakes her head before military pressing her, ready to execute the worst body slam of Willow's life... before the blonde slips and lands safely behind her. As Penny turns around, Willow takes a shot at a big boot aimed at Penny's stomach. It doesn't cause Penny to fold, but it does send her a few inches backwards. Hitting he ropes behind her again, Willow goes for a bicycle kick aimed at Penny's stomach... But this time, Penny holds Willow's leg in place. The blonde looks around, a little exasperated, before using her free leg to reach up to Penny's face and enzuigiri her as hard as she can. Penny is dazed as she staggers a bit, eventually crashing on the far corner. Willow gets up, turning to that corner and then rushing into Penny, going for a splash... that would have been beautiful if Penny hadn't casually lifted her leg and forced Willow to run full steam into her tree trunk strong leg.

Mark: Ow! Willow ran straight into the stake Penny lifted up for her! It's like being gunshot to the stomach... Except that bullet is a size 13 boot coated with extra malice!

Zack: Willow took all of it, and she's DEFINITELY feeling it burn right now!

Willow starts rolling around in pain as her midsection starts feeling like jelly thanks to that kick. As soon as she gets up, Penny grabs her by the back of the neck and hurls her into the corner so strong Willow bounces right out of it, bringing herself back to her feet just with rebound. Penny then casually takes Willow's legs from under her, and the blonde crashes into the mat, allowing the Pain Train to get a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

...

Three never comes, as the referee points at Willow's hand clutching the bottom rope, that's a break!

Zack: Goodness gracious, now THAT was some ring awareness by Willow. She may be a coward, but she knows where she is.

Mark: She may not be the most polished wrestler ever, but she knows her best bet against an opponent that much bigger than her is stayling close to the ropes. Her technical expertise, if we can even call it that, won't cut it tonight.

Penny growls as she gets up, grabbing Willow by the head and dragging her to the center of the ring. Tucking her head under one of Willow's arms, Penny lifts her in the air and suplexes her int othe mat for good reason, just for the sake of watching Willow seizure on the mat. That, right before pulling Willow right back up again, unloading another barrage of uppercuts and jabs to the already punch-drunk Willow. After further punishment, Penny grabs her by the arm and yanks her off of her feet, launching her running to the far corner. Willow crashes into the corner, and Penny takes the entire ring of distance and taunts, pumping her arm (with the crowd following suit: "CHOO CHOO!") and then bull-rushing towards Willow with her arm out for a ferocious lariat... that NEVER happens as Willow uses the top rope to pendulum herself and kick Penny's face! Penny IMMEDIATELY crashes like a cut down log, getting back to her feet cluching at her nose. Willow uses this brief opportunity at an advantage to gingerly make her way to the top rope (since this is not at all her style), balancing herself as hard as she can before she leaps into Penny, bringing the giant down with a leaping clothesline. This time, Penny apparently stays down, and Willow... takes a bow, right before going for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NO!!! Penny forces out with plenty authority, sending Willow flying again! And this time, Willow is none too happy, getting right in the referee's face DEMANDING her fall being counted correctly. As expected, the referee keeps telling Willow it was a standard near-fall and she only gets a two.

Mark: And here we go, Willow's hubris is showing, and she's letting the referee have it.

Zack: Her sense of entitlement is out of this world. Par for the course with Kilmeade's clients if you think about it, but sometimes she takes the cake.

Willow pushes the referee and wags a finger at his face, to which the ref responds that if she does it again, it's an immediate disqualification. Willow rolls her eyes and turns back to Penny, who's still down. Grabbing Penny's head, she starts bringing the big girl up... Right before Penny throws a powerful uppercut to Willow's stomach. Willow jumps around in pain, CLEARLY clutching at her stomach, yet she starts complaining it was a low blow. And everyone groans.

Zack: ... that... was not a low blow, honey. Even your body movement can tell it.

Mark: Hey, imagine the victory it would be if she DID get away with that.

Zack: Not even the best actress in the world would sell something like that with THAT body language.

Penny shakes her head before spinning her good arm around a couple of times, cracking her joints, before rushing into Willow and clocking her with a short-arm lariat. Willow eats all of it, getting back up to her feet and trying to find a safe place in the ring to stay. Buchanan is having none of it as she makes a beeline to Willow, booting her stomach to fold her over and then putting her in the underhook setup. The crowd is already expecting to see some powerbombs... But Willow starts fighting back, throwing jabs to Penny's legs. Nothing seems to work, until Penny lifts her for the powerbomb position. Willow locks in a tight headscissors around Penny's neck, throwing punches to the big woman's face. It doesn't seem to work, until she sneaks in a finger into Penny's eye in one of the punches. It goes ignored by the referee, but Penny reacts, allowing Willow to fall (or should we say crash) to the mat as she held her eye. Willow pops back to her feet and makes her way up to Penny, jumping for her head and DDT'ing her into the mat. Penny seems to be further dazed now, as Willow takes her chance at finishing her opponent, grabbing her head to lift her into a vertical suplex...

... yeah, no.

Zack: Whoops! Looks like that 66-pound advantage you were talking about has come into play, Mark! Willow can't do it!

Mark: Willow wants to score the Jaw Jacker, but she has to LIFT Penny first, and that just ISN'T-- WHOOOOOA!

Willow is unable to lift the almost 70lb heavier Penny into a vertical suplex the first two times she tries it. The third time seems to be the charm, as she manages to slowly but surely stabilize Penny in an upright position!

Zack: Willow is hoisting a 186-pound woman vertically like that! Sure, it's taking a lot from her, but... Maybe she has Penny dead at rights!

The blonde laughs and screams as she keeps Penny held up... for time enough to Penny to fall back down, gabbing Willow's head from behind and then lifting her in a vertical clutch of her own. Instead of dropping Willow though, Penny lets Willow's lower body fall onto her shoulder, and then smashes her into the mat with a spinebuster that rocks the ring. With Willow down on the ring again, Penny again shakes her head and lifts Willow up to her knees, putting her in the underhook, and then lifting her into the powerbomb position... Finally smashing Willow's back into the mat with a powerful powerbomb. Then twice. Thrice. Four times... After the fifth powerbomb, the referee tells Penny to stop, as Willow is all but unconscious. For the sake of it, the ref lifts Willow's arm once... it falls limply. Twice... Again it falls. On the third time, it falls again, and the referee calls the match.

Mark: So much for Willow's glimmer of hope! The train hit her and... Well, it's sleepy time for her now!

Herbie: The winner of the match via KNOCKOUT... "PAIN TRAIN!" PENNY! BUCHANAN!

Zack: And with an exclamation point, too. Dominance is the word of the night. Willow put up a good fight, and even changed her style a bit to suit Penny's size and weight advantage, but... It just didn't work. Not at all. Penny crushes Willow, and who knows what's next in what's left of Hydra...

Mark: I'm just glad that Rhea Laskaris did NOT play a role in this match.

It's on Penny and Sydney's reprobation stares at Kyle and Willow that we fade into something different.

Penny wipes the sweat from her brow as the referee lifts her other hand as the victor. Without much flair, she rolls out of the ring... Throwing Kyle Kilmeade a death stare on her way out.



This Won't End Well

The show heads to the backstage area as we find Robby Reynolds bookended by two women who clearly do not like one another. And those women would be Lily-Rose and O.E. Ayano, the Fighting Rose on crutches. It’s easy to see Robby looks a touch nervous between them as he begins.

Robby: At Future Shock Redemption on April 16th in Dallas, Texas, a rematch between these two women on either side of me has been signed. It all stems from what took place at the last Future Shock Pay Per View in January, let’s take a look.

~ ~ ~

FFW Future Shock Ascension
January 23, 2016

Jodie rolled out to the floor as a murmur was heard from the crowd before she looked back to see they had company coming towards the ring. Lily had rolled onto her stomach, trying to catch her breath.

But it didn’t last long as a steel chair crashed across Lily’s back The referee glanced back to see  O.E. Ayano hammering the chair across the MMA fighter’s back repeatedly. O.E. was relentless with strikes across her back. Ayano pressed her foot against Lily’s ankle before she began to drive the top end of the chair into that same injured knee, eliciting nothing but boos from the capacity crowd.

Zack: I know O.E. seemed furious in that interview before the match, but I didn’t think she’d go this far! She is just destroying Lily’s leg!

Kaylee: This is totally uncalled for, settle your issues in a match, not after another one!

O.E. slid the chair around the fighter’s knee before she took off towards the ropes, and came back with a curb stomp onto the chair. Lily screamed in pain as O.E. folded her arms across her chest and stood defiant in the ring. Trainers and security erupted from the backstage area to get Ayano out of the ring so the trainers could help Lily-Rose.

Zack: What a vile, heinous attack by O.E. Ayano simply because she lost to Lily-Rose at our last Future Shock event! Get her out of here, she isn’t booked tonight anyway!

Kaylee: I’ll be sure to have a word with Mai about sportsmanship and how to teach it, disgusting.

O.E. finally left the ring, feeling as though she had made her point as the trainers tended to a very hurt Lily in the ring.

~ ~ ~

As we come back to the live shot, Robby seems even more nervous as the replay of the footage didn’t help matters.

Robby: Ladies, thank you both for joining me tonight and welcome to Chaos Theory.

The Eighth Chamber Orochi looks from Robby to Lily with a smug sense of satisfaction, her eyes trailing downward where the camera falls towards her knee before it rises back up. O.E.’s lips slowly break into a shit-eating grin, looking like she’s about to break into a straight mocking laugh.

O.E.: Yeah bruh, o’course. I hope ya’ll got handicap parking for this bitch right quick before she came to the arena. Ayo check it out, dead bitch limpin’.

The MMA fighter squints at her future opponent, obviously not amused by the Ayano’s tone.

Lily: Yeah. Real cute, chica. I bet you’re feeling proud of yourself, slamming that chair down hard and busting my knee something awful. Just be glad I didn’t have anything else going on between then and our next fight. Otherwise you’d REALLY be paying!

The Eighth Chamber Orochi looks at Robby and begins to thumb on his tie, looking at it with a moment of amusement.

O.E: You see this tie, trick? This is probably... Mm, ain’t Gucci, nah... Ain’t got that weight to it. I would say this is a Kenneth Cole. Good quality. Decent shit, the type of stuff you ain’t gonna find around any stores even within a sneeze of the hood. This tie ain’t even a fucking fraction of what you would be paying me back because you ain’t. And proud? Nah bitch, that wasn’t about being proud. That was a lesson, not to pump yourself up and rub it in a “chica’s” face, you garbage hoe.

Robby: Lily, were you surprised by the fact that O.E. assaulted you after your match with Jodie? Did you realize that her loss to you a few weeks prior had bothered her so much that she would come after you...in the middle of a blizzard when she wasn’t even booked on the show?

The camera closes in on Lily’s stone cold face as she stares at OE...and after a few seconds, she smirks.

Lily: You know what, Robby? That...that takes some real cajones to do, you know? Come all the way out to our country’s capital just before one of the biggest storms kicks the year off, talk all this shit about being aggressive, and then come out to attack someone after they did their damnedest to stay ahead of the pack? I mean when else was she gonna get at me? All those Future Shock Boston shows I’m always going to? Maybe one of my band’s performances? Nah, dude! THIS was her one and only opportunity to really go ahead and stick it to the girl that gave her that first L in FFW!

For a moment Olde English looks incredulous before she shakes her head and has a straight glare on her face.

O.E.: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up, hold up, hold up. Bitch you think it’s about the L? Ayo-yo-yo-yo... No bitch. It ain’t about the L. See now I coulda taken the L. Smile on my face, straight grace, gat on my waist, before I left that place, everything ace. I could have taken the L, moved on with my life, let your bitch ass move on with your life. I was cool, and then... Then your fucked up ass, and I saw you... *I* *HEARD* you, act all fucking smug and high and mighty about beating me, like I was just that bitch to step on. Like Ayano ain’t shit. This ain’t about beating me. This is about being a smug ass bitch about it, little smirk curled up on ya dick sucking lips and saying how me beating Kassidy KINDA makes up for taking the L to you. Kinda!? Because then you disrespecting me, you disrespecting Red Bull Viking, and you disrespecting the whole of this shit, thinking you like fuckin’ Isis, when you no you ain’t.

Robby: Given that it’s not about the loss, Lily, do you think you might have disrespected O.E. unintentionally in the comments you made after your original match?

Lily: Well geez, when she puts it like that, I didn’t think a simple ‘KINDA’ would get Whiskey’s cousin ten times removed all hotblooded. I mean nothing else I said meant anything? Like that sense of determination, or that I didn’t have much against you OR Kass? Did all that just go STRAIGHT over your head or what?

Robby offers the microphone in Ayano’s direction, since Lily asked the question.

Robby: What do you say to that, Miss Ayano?

O.E.: Nothing else you said. All you had to do was say the one thing, everything else went out the window. Aye, I even did a little song about it. Ayo Reynolds, drop the beat... Nevermind, I’ll do it myself.

The Eighth Chamber Orochi looks at the Fighting Rose as her leg shoots behind her and she kicks something off camera. The instrumental to 50 Cent’s “I’m Supposed To Die Tonight” begins to play up as she takes the the microphone out of Robby’s hands.

O.E: I’m not nice, this is street work you Jiu-jitsu jerk,
you my little sister, I was standing there at your mom’s birth,
I’m kinda proud, you came at me with pretty fly for B-Style,
but I’mma eat Rose, like a desert rabbit in the buck wild.
I can’t front, you the shit with the submissions,
but I’m lock when it comes to putting bitches on intermission,
This ain’t a single mission, mat’s a plate and I’m dishin’,
Treat this bitch at Redemption like she got caught snitchin’.
And you got one and oh, your band’s got no flow,
An MMA fighter with a shit record, you John Alessio.
Next bitch who comes lookin’ for Lily’s head,
I’ll tell her ass go ahead.
You shoulda never responded on my name,
I was at home, when it was you, Adam and fame.
Bitch whatchu gonna do?
What shit have you ever gone through?
MMA Fighter in a company you nearly left too.
Don’t even mention my fam, that’s my schtick.
I’ll break your other knee, reduce you to a paraplegic--

Lily: Yeah, sorry, who’s breaking what now?

With one swift motion Lily swings her crutch up in the air, hitting OE right in he face as she manages to stand on her legs properly.

Lily: Yeah, so much for breaking both knees, you OG wannabe!

The Fighting Rose laughs, immediately doing jumping jacks in front of her opponent and Robby. Ayano has began cursing and screaming in the background, blood dripping between her fingers and beginning to assail Lily with a rapid fire of Japanese, kicking the background in pain. Lily just laughs at Ayano’s frustration, folding her arms in the process.

Lily: Yeah, you keep that aggression in mind, B-Style! I’ll be seeing you at Redemption!

Lily-Rose walks off as a graphic pops up advertising the match at Future Shock Redemption before we cut back to the ring.





Mark: Coming up next is a rematch from When Worlds Collide last December. At that time, Mallory and Bianca were to meet but the “Typhoon” decided to take a walk. Well we hope to settle that before these two meet Anna at Future Shock Redemption in one hell of a triple threat match. Happy to have Mel Avilo on hand to see it all.

Mel: Happy to be here, Mark! Hopefully this time Bianca doesn’t decide to take a walk, as you put it and we get a winner from this!

Herbie: The following contest is a grudge match set for one fall!

“LITTLE GIRL, SEVENTEEN, TRYNA GIVE ME THE RUN AROUND!
SHE WANTS TO MARRY A MOVIE STAR!
BUT I KNOW, THAT SHE KNOWS, THAT I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT...
WHEN SHE COMES KNOCKING AT MY DOOR... OH YEAH...HOOO-HOOO!!”

The sound of a car horn resounding through the arena echoes as a fairly sized custom truck begins to roll in next to the entrance ramp. The hood of the truck has a business name and phone number of a local garage and custom shop painted on for all to see. Driving the vehicle is none other than Mallory Bennett with a grin on her face. She puts the truck in park and shuts it off before stepping out to the cheers of the crowd. The Howling Tongues continues to rip through the sound system as Mallory bangs her head to the beat.

“GOING DOWN NAGASAKI, SHE’S GOTTA HOLD AND SHE’S HOLDING ON TIGHT!
SHE WANTS TO KEEP ME SATISFIED, THAT’S RIGHT!
SHE CALLS EVERY NIGHT, WONDERING WHERE I BEEN RUNNIN’ ‘ROUND!
SHE’S STARTING TO WONDER IF THIS IS RIGHT...TELL ME IS THIS RIGHT!?”

Herbie: Making her way to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida... Weighing in tonight at 140 pounds... This is “MALICIOUS” MALLORY BENNETT!

Mal rolls into the ring and climbs a top turnbuckle before raising her arms to the fans with a determined smile on her face. She walks towards the opposite turnbuckle and does the same as her song fades out. She takes off her jacket and hands it to Cory on the outside before punching the air, ready to fight.

Mark: You gotta think somewhere deep down despite their rivalry, that Mallory’s pulling for Anna later tonight in the Television Championship match. I hope she isn’t thinking too much about that, and is keenly focused on the task ahead of her.

Mel: I would be quite surprised if she wasn’t, to be fair. It would make the triple threat that’s upcoming so much more important for them all. Though I don’t think Mallory’s the kind of person to think matches ahead.

A weather warning siren goes off, and smoke starts filling up the top of the ramp. The big screen shows a massive cloud coming down to land, forming a cone that, those who live in tornado areas will identify, can only mean bad times coming. But this smoke atop the ramp, it's not coming peacefully: it's invading the top stage really quick, with the help of a ramping gust of air that starts getting a bit violent. With the whole center stage taken by smoke, the gust coming from the main entrance is aggressive enough to lift a smaller person off the ground, as "Skylines" by D.i.N Beats hits the PA. But when the smoke dissipates, standing strong with her back turned to the violent wind is the Typhoon herself, Bianca Salvador, in her teal, black and white attire, arms out and hair flying into her face, as the crowd boos her violently.

Herbie: And her opponent, from Porto Alegre, Brazil... The "Typhoon"... BIANCA SALVADOR!

Step by step, Bianca treks down the entrance ramp ignoring the booing fans, eventually getting out of the wind zone so she can adjust her hair right before rolling into the ring. Once there, she climbs a turnbuckle and just stares at the booing audience, shaking her head at their negative reception before jumping back down to the mat and finally smiling upon meeting her opponent for the night.

Mel: Bianca, for all I love the girl, has been at it quite the bit in recent times. A lot of what she’s said has come back to bite her, and we’ve all seen that it’s annoyed Mallory quite a bit. She’s ready for this though, you could tell with how she spoke.

Mark: There is no shortage of bad blood here. More than a few thought this might have been the Season 19 finale, and after Bianca cost Anna that night, they will likely never see eye to eye.

As the bell is called for, both women step into the middle of the ring, circling each other, neither apparently willing to make the first move straight away. This is broken however when they move together, locking up in a tie-up bang in the middle of the ring. Mallory’s height and weight advantages mean that she gets the upper hand in this easily, though not without a fight from Bianca first. She does get that advantage however and brings Bianca down with a snap to arm throw. Bianca is quick to her feet, attempting to go for the tie up again, but she is instead grabbed by the Florida native, rolling her into an abdominal stretch, pulling quite hard on Bianca’s side, wrenching the near arm back by digging down with her own arm and using that as extra leverage while she fires kidney punches into Bianca’s sides. The punches make Bianca cry out when added to the stretch, but she’s quick to start keeping her mouth shut and take the hits. Bianca. other arm still free, starts to fire punches of her own into Mallory’s knee, and keeps going until she lets go. Bianca almost flops away, stretching to the other side as Mallory comes towards her. Bianca ducks the oncoming attack and spins to watch Mallory run past her, bounce off the ropes and come back at her, flattening the Brazilian with a body splash!

Mark: Bennett left her feet, and caught Bianca daydreaming there when she watched her run by and waited on her to rebound. And the Typhoon caught a splash for her efforts.

Mel: The Typhoon went down! Mallory looks happy with herself for that, not that I could blame her!

Mallory rolls off Bianca, chuckling to herself as Bianca rolls to her knees, looking at Mallory with slight disbelief painting her face. The smile still printed on Mallory’s face, she takes Bianca by the shoulder and lifts her to her feet, only to drop her again with a hip todd, letting go so that Bianca bounces the smallest touch. The Typhoon rolls to her knees, though is quick to flop up and backwards as Mallory comes to her again. Mallory, who had been reaching down, misses, stumbles but regains herself before falling. During this Bianca has reached her feet and is heading for Mallory, who turns around just in time to see Bianca take her into a suplex position and taking her down with a belly-to-belly, both women landing with a thump. They are both still quick to their feet and resume circling each other. This goes on for a few laps around the ring before they stop, look at each other, shrug their shoulders as if to say “fuck it” and charge towards each other, entering what can only be described as a punch-off, trading hands with each other. Mallory gets a cheer for each one she lands while Bianca gets a jeer, which seems to irritate the Brazilian more and more until finally she has enough and takes Mallory once with a hand to the temple and then a knee to the stomach that lifts Mallory the smallest bit, allowing her to take Mallory by the head and plant her with a DDT. A grin on her face, she rolls Mallory onto her front and sits on her back, chickenwinging her arms into a surfboard, pulling hard on Mal’s shoulders as the Floridian screams from the wrench.

Mel: Back and forth in the early going, which says a lot about these two women. Also says a lot about Mal’s...maliciousness with how she’s got that stretch applied.

Mark: Well she did learn from one of the best in the world, so it doesn’t surprise me to see little shades of “Killer C” in her matches.

Bianca’s smug smile stays well and truly on her face as she rocks at the hold, trying to make Mal’s life as poor as she can. However, her smile soon fades away as she realises that Mallory isn’t trying to push her way out of this like a normal wrestler would and heading towards ropes. Nope. This is powerhouse with a hell of a lot of pound for pound strength behind her who is trying to get herself to a vertical base. Bianca bucks on Mal’s back, trying to get her back down, and this works for the first few attempts. It doesn’t last though as Mallory has not only braced herself for what’s ahead, but she’s braced herself for the climb to her feet as well. Slowly, painfully and with the crowd solidly behind her, Mallory gets up and it is all Bianca can do to not slip off as she attempts to instead lock in a sleeper. Mallory is having none of this however as with an audible “alleyoop!” she brings her own leg out from under her and drops Bianca on her back! Rather than go for the pin however, Mallory gets to her feet and watches the now slightly dazed Brazilian roll to her knees again. As Bianca gets up, Mallory goes towards her and drops her again with a cross between an elbow drop and a bionic elbow! Bianca clutches her head, while Mallory clutches her elbow, muttering something about a damn thick skull with a smile on her face at her own joke. Bianca gets to her feet again, ducking the forearm smash coming her way and dropping Mallory with a drop toe hold, laughing as Mallory hits the deck again. Rather than wait for Mallory to get up however, she walks towards the woman and kicks her pretty damn hard in the side, causing Mallory to roll to her front while Bianca goes for a standing moonsault that connects and she uses that to hook the leg!

ONE!

TW--NOPE!

Mark: Bennett still has some gas in the tank, and likely plenty more fire for the Typhoon. You could tell by what she had to say, Bianca struck a nerve with talking about our FFW news guy, Jake.

Mallory pushes her way out of the pin, grabbing the now-sitting Bianca by the head and pulling her down, cracking Bianca’s neck over her knee. Bianca crumbles and Mallory pulls her up again, running with Bianca and sending her into the turnbuckle with a bulldog. Bianca stumbles right back out of it, dazed as all hell only to be pushed back into it by Mallory, who then stands atop the middle rope and with a roar to the crowd, begins to throw punches into Bianca’s head, the crowd counting to ten along with her, getting to ten itself when Mallory jumps out, pulls Bianca out by the head and drops her on her face! As Mallory reaches her feet, she pulls the Typhoon with her, bringing her up a little faster thanks to a knee lift that jerks her upright. Pushing Biacna back into the corner, the Malicious one turns Bianca’s chest red with a series of knife-edge chops, each one creating a louder smack than the one before it. Still dazed, Bianca is then picked up by Mallory who sits her on the top turnbuckle Mallory ascends to the middle rope again, hooking Bianca for a superplex…

Which never comes. Bianca grabs hold of the top rope, blocking the move. Mallory knocks Bianca’s hands out of the way with her free arm, and tries again only for Bianca to do the same thing again. On the third go, Mallory seems to expect the hold to carry on, and is then taken by surprise as Bianca didn’t hold this time and she hits the mat, flat on her back with much greater force than she expected and both women crash and burn! The referee looks down between them, noting that only Mallory is moving. She moves the few inches across towards Bianca, draping an arm over her.

Mel: Mallory took her eyes off the ball for a second and paid for it, but she still came out better for it!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---KICK OUT!

Mallory doesn’t look happy about this, rolling to her own back, trying to regain her breath from the near fall. The foes rolls to their feet at matching paces, and are up together. With Bianca near the ropes, she uses them to get to her feet, ducking again as Mallory comes towards her with a clothesline, taking the top rope with her and watching as Mallory goes crashing over it and onto the floor! The Typhoon goes to join her outside, but is held back by the referee who starts the count.

Mark: I’m kinda surprised Bianca wants to go out after her. Maybe I don’t know her well, but I was of the mind she’d be quite happy with the victory however it came to her.

One…

Two…

Three...Mallory is on her knees, shaking the cobwebs from her head.

Four….

Five…

Six..

Sev---Mallory is back in! Bianca shakes her head, unimpressed by this, shaking her head as she takes hold of Mallory, pulling her towards her and slapping her across the face! As Mallory reels, Bianca screams that she should have stayed down, takes a step back and knocks Mal with a spinning heel kick that knocks Mallory sideways! She then whips Mallory into the ropes, taking her back to the mat with a dropkick on the rebound. Mallory his the deck and Bianca pulls her back up, completing it with an uppercut that makes her take a step backwards, but Bianca is on her still, flapjacking her into the ropes and following it up quickly with a standing moonsault. Getting to her feet, she puts the boots in Mallory several times before finishing it off with an elbow drop. She gets to her feet, taking a step back and waving Mallory to her feet. As she does, Bianca goes towards her, looking to aim for her Typhoon Driver…

NOPE! *Malcontent*
Mark: Good Lord...Bianca never saw it coming! And Mallory planted the Typhoon...seemingly out of nowhere because I was sure we were about to see Bianca’s Typhoon Driver!

Mel: And instead we saw Malcontent!

Bianca THUMPS onto her back, Mallory quick for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Herbie: The winner of this match as the result of a pinfall…”MALICIOUS” MALLORY BENNETT!

Mel: Unlucky for Bianca tonight. She was set to win the thing, but the well scouted counter by Mallory saw the whole thing collapse around her!

Mark: That just goes to show you how good Mallory is becoming, that she can turn a match around seemingly on a dime! And the Malicious One heads for Future Shock Redemption with a helluva lot of momentum!

The crowd erupts at the announcement, Mallory reaching her feet with a contented look on her face. As “Nagasaki” plays, The Malicious One motions to Herbie to give her the microphone before she takes it and comes back to the center of the ring where The Typhoon has found herself Panting and worn out from the match but still standing tall, Mallory taps the microphone as she stares down at Bianca.

Mel: Hm. Wonder what Mallory still has to say now. Doesn’t look happy, regardless of what it is.

Mallory: Cut the music guys. No... No. Cut the music.

The Palace of Auburn Hills watches on as the Malicious One looks down at Bianca, holding the microphone up to her mouth.

Mallory: Wow. Well you sure showed me, didn’t you? So really quickly Bianca, I just wanna get a few things off my chest. Yeah... Yeah I am number two. To Anna and that’s what comes with being someone’s rival. I know you like to pride yourself on knowing everything and being such a bright star and all that, but you see when people are rivals and have a rivalry goin’, they kinda switch position constantly. You’d probably remember me and her trading wins in our season if you weren’t voted out so quickly. As for being in the friendzone? Well, I’m not going to talk about anything too public because there’s a guy who I am friends with who doesn’t like that sorta thing, but all you need to know, is his girlfriend is awesome, so is he, and I can pretty much live with that. As for you... Oh my God.

The Malicious One leaned up against the ropes, staring at The Typhoon who was staring right back at her at the incredulous Bianca.

Mallory: So do you realize by jumping on social media the moment that you saw me take some issue with the things you said, you pretty much proved me right and how you ALWAYS need to be right? You don’t do you? See... You are under the illusion that you’re important because you run your mouth. You’re important and you’re all special and stuff because you talk and talk, and you’re under say my skin or Anna’s. No. You see you’re in conversations, you’re here and there... Only because we ALLOW you to sit at the big kid’s table. Only because like a little Kanye West shaped parasite, you latch onto people who are bigger and brighter and get a little taste of it accordingly before thinkin' you're bigger than your britches. Me, Anna, Leona... So I tell ya what. Here's the microphone and whip that phone out so you can keep talking. It’s about all you’re good for.

The Malicious one tossed the microphone to the ground right in front of the Typhoon before rolling out of the ring as “Nagasaki” began to play up over the sound system again.

Mark: Mallory returning the favor a bit from When Worlds Collide when Bianca ran off at the mouth on her way to the ring. I’ll give Salvador credit, she managed to get Mallory as angry coming into this match as I’ve seen her. It just didn’t pan out in the end.

Mel: It really didn’t. And I couldn’t agree more with everything that you just said there. Bianca’s pushed more than a few buttons, and if this is anything to go by, Bianca’s going to be in a lot of trouble at Redemption.

Mark: We’re gonna send it to the back, I understand Amber’s got a special guest from the relaunch of Future Shock. Take it away, Amber!

With that, we cut to something else.




Introducing Avery

The first commercial advertising the relaunch of Future Shock is shown before we cut to the back, and find Amber Carano in front of the show logo with a very attractive brunette standing by her side as she begins.

Amber: April 26 is the date to remember as that is the date that the relaunch of Future Shock is slated to begin. And joining me right now is the final addition to the Inaugural Class. Please welcome Avery Smith!

Avery jumps upwards with a smile on her face, displaying her pearly white teeth.

Avery: It’s a pleasure to be here!

Amber: Avery, thank you for being here. As Adam pointed out the other day on social media, you were added to the relaunch as part of Future Shock. You must have impressed him quite a bit to make such a late addition to the show. For those unfamiliar with you, tell them about your background and what brings you to Future Shock.

Avery: I’m Avery Smith - the youngest of three sisters. The most famous being FFW’s very own Jessica Anderson, who couldn’t wait to drop the Smith name when she married. I’m most known for managing my sister during the most successful period of her career, and things haven’t exactly picked up for her since. Yet for some reason, she was signed to a luxury contract and all of her personal demands have been met - despite the fact that she wouldn’t be where she is now if it wasn’t for me. So, tell me. Why do you think I agreed to join the relaunch of Future Shock?

Avery adopts a scornful expression. Amber raises an eyebrow.

Amber: You can correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you got something to prove. That without you, she isn’t going to do as well as she could have with you. And that maybe you feel you are the better of the two? Is that the case?

Avery: You’re not exactly incorrect. Jessica is good, I don’t think anybody is doubting that. She’s my sister, after all. But as good as she is, she’s no Avery. The only reason she is in this business is because she married well. I’m in it because I truly have a passion for competition - and there is no sport more competitive than wrestling!

Amber: Could part of it also be that you have the desire to surpass her in terms of success in wrestling? Because it sounds like there is something of a rivalry for you, maybe not based on hatred or anything but just a powerful desire to prove you can do everything she did and then some. Is that fair?

Avery rolls her eyes, none too impressed with the question presented to her.

Avery: It sounds to me that you’re implying I’m jealous of her. What reason would I have to be jealous of her? Give it a year, and everybody will know exactly who the better - sorry, best - sister is. What she’s done in her career is moderately impressive, but she’s close to her prime. I’m just getting started, and already I’m being begged to join Future Shock. I have nothing to prove to anybody, especially my sister!

Amber: Well let’s veer away from her, because she will not have much input into Future Shock when you join. You’ve had a chance, I’m sure, to watch some of the talent you’ll be competing against and see what they bring to the table. Does anyone of them stand out to you for any reasons? Maybe someone you find impressive….or even unimpressive?

Avery chuckles to herself.

Avery: I’ve watched some of them, yes. They’re nice ‘n‘ all, but nothing special. Am I supposed to look at them and almost feel the urge to bow down at their feet? Because I don’t. If anything, it just makes me feel like I may well be the second coming of Christ. I won’t turn water into wine, but I will turn Future Shock into a brand that people actually want to tune into!

Amber; Well I’d wish you luck heading into the relaunch, but it doesn’t sound like you will need it. Thank you for your time tonight, Avery.

And from there, we cut back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

Herbie: Your next contest for Chaos Theory is set for one fall and will be for the Television Championship!

The cameras pan around ringside and catches sight of the #ANNATOURAGE sitting front row, one of them pushing forward with a giant saltshaker sign with #SaltAnnaSalt on it. They are going wild as the lights start to dim.

The lights begin to swirl around the arena while “Never Gonna Get It” by Sean Biggs ft. Akon & Topic begins to play over the PA system. Gradually, Anna Giovanna emerges through the curtains, the hood in her boxing robe covering her face as she makes her way to the entrance ramp, throwing a few combinations and strikes before slowly raising her hands up in the air while looking up at the sky, smoke jets on both sides of the ramp emerging up alongside her as the crowd applauds and cheers in approval.
 
Herbie: Introducing first, the challenger …from San Diego, California via Naples, Italy…and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-five pounds…she is that YOUNG KNOCKOUT KID…ANNAAAAAAAAAAA…GIOVANNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
After soaking in the crowd reaction for a moment, she bites down on her mouth guard, showcasing it to the camera with a confident nod before she begins to walk down the entrance ramp, nodding to the beat of the music and getting herself in rhythm before she breaks on a run down the ramp and jumps right into the first turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope with remarkable agility as she plays to the crowd by bringing her right arm up, indicating she’s going in with the intent of knocking people out tonight.
 
See I know you'll like my swagger, no strap when I come through…
Chain hangin' like Ali Baba, know me, ya know how I do.
The way that I move (Ya neva gonna get it)!
Cause I'm to smooth (Ya neva gonna get it)!
I thought you knew (Ya neva gonna get it)!
You ain't got a clue (Ya neva gonna get it)!
 
Anna brings down the hood of her robe and does a backflip off the top rope, landing on her feet near the center of the ring and nodding as she flashes the camera a grin (along with that mouth guard once again) and shows them her left fist ready to go before she gets rid of her robe and prepares for her match-up.

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen this is one of our highly anticipated matches of the evening, Anna is getting ready to cash in her Future Shock prize and is looking to become the first woman in her season to become a champion here in FFW.

The camera pans next to Mark where the fans watching would be greeted by Clover Thomas and her manager Enoch Eastwood.

Enoch: Aww isn’t that special; the pity award winner gets to cash in that reward tonight. Give her a round of applause people.

Clover mocks an applause as Enoch joins in, Anna pays them no mind as she keeps her eyes at the ramp, awaiting the introduction of the champion.

The thumping war drums of "Tribal" hit the sound system, as the FFW Television Champion comes out... For the first time in over a year, without her mask. With her face painted for war and the TV Championship around her waist, she looks over the booing Moscovite crowd, looking into the audience before letting out a loud war cry, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system.
 
Herbie: And her opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico... FFW's Television Champion... "THE AZTEC WARRIOR"... 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, staring into the crowd with a big smile, raising her championship belt up high, saying a quick prayer to herself before slapping the top turnbuckle and jumping back down into the ring, cracking her joints in the sequence.

Enoch: Leona Vega is a woman who has talent, actually EARNED her way to becoming FFW TV champion; unlike Anna here.

Mark: Anna earned this right too, Enoch. Mallory put the prize on the line, Anna won that match.

Enoch: Like I said, pity reward, Mark, get on the same wave length here.

Leona looks at Anna as the ref in charge begins to pat them down for any objects, and when he reaches Leona, she hands him the TV title for him to show to Anna before raising the title into the air. Leona keeps her war face on as a member of the #AnnaTourage begins to yell out “Salt Anna Salt” over and over again.

Mark: You can almost cut the tension with a knife here.

Enoch: Well you could until a member of the peanut gallery that is Anna’s friends chimed in.

The bell finally rings as Leona walks to the center of the ring as Anna does the same, the two stare at one another and Anna cracks her knuckles before telling her that the TV title was coming with her tonight, which gets Leona to shake her head. When the two finally back away, Anna points to her friends as they all cheer her on and Leona goes back to her corner and waits for her to be done.

Enoch: Leona you had the perfect time to get the attack in there!

Mark: She has honor, Enoch, which is something you and your client obviously lack.

Enoch: My client has honor, Mark, you just don’t see it.

When Anna is done hyping up her half of the front row she turns to Leona who basically asks if she’s done. Anna doesn’t answer and instead comes right to Leona and looks to pepper her with repeated jabs the midsection, causing Leona to back away for a brief second; Anna goes for another but Leona grabs her arm and lands an arm drag takedown and before Anna could react, Leona hits her with a seated dropkick that plants the knockout artist on the mat! Leona keeps it up, bouncing off the ropes and flipping her body into a senton splash before hooking a leg.

One...

Anna kicks out and rolls out of the ring to get her bearings.

Mark: Anna tried an early offensive flurry with those jabs but Leona used her speed to her advantage there. Anna needs to regroup.

Enoch: Maybe if she spent more time on Leona and less time on her band of misfits, she wouldn’t be outside right now.

Leona waited for Anna to get back into the ring and when she did, the TV champion connected with another dropkick that floored the contender. Anna hit the mat but when Leona went to pick her up, Anna caught her flush in the jaw with a punch that staggers the champ. Anna reached her feet and began to unload with punch after punch before whipping Leona into the ropes and on the rebound caught her with a knee lift and finished it with a swinging neckbreaker and went for her own pin attempt.

ONE....

Leona kicks out but Anna remains in control, lifting her up off the mat and taking her down a sidewalk slam.

Mark: Beautiful comeback from Anna there.

Enoch: It was okay...

Anna lifts Leona back up to a vertical base and begins to pepper her with more boxing jabs and starts to add in some hook shots; each one staggering the champion back until she’s in the corner. Anna starts to ram her shoulder into the midsection of Leona; each one lifting the champion off her feet and on the fourth one, Anna lifts up and plants Leona into the mat with a spinebuster, she gets to her feet and points at her friends as they cheer wildly at her.

Enoch: Okay, okay that was impressive right there, Mark.

Mark: Anna has some stiff shots and that spinebuster truly was impressive.

Enoch: No, not that... I meant the fact half her crew actually have brains.

Clover: *taking the headset from Enoch* I’ll take over from here on out.

Leona is clutching her ribs as Anna backs away and charges forward, connecting with a soccer ball kick square into the ribs.

AnnaTourage: GOAL!!!!!

Anna smiles, lifting her back to a vertical base and whips her into the ropes, but Leona puts on the brakes, reversing it and sends Anna into them instead and on the rebound, she spins her body into a corkscrew elbow that plants Anna to the mat. Leona then springboards off of them into a moonsault, hooking the leg on impact.

ONE

TWO

THRE... ANNA KICKS OUT!

Clover: Leona is back into this match, Anna needs to stop worrying about her friends and stay focused on becoming a champion here.

Mark: I’d agree to that to a degree. She has had a chance here or there to go for a pin, but instead she pointed at them instead.

Leona grabs a hold of Anna, who fakes her out, and rolls up the champion into a schoolboy!

ONE

TWO...

THRE... LEONA KICKS OUT!

Clover: I stand corrected; it’s a start.

Mark: Great attempt there but Leona is still alive.

Leona has none of it this time and returns the favor from earlier, connecting with her own soccer ball kick as Anna gasps for air.

Crowd: OLE OLE OLE.

Leona picks Anna up and plants her into the mat with a fallaway slam, then leaps to the top rope, awaiting for Anna to get back up; when she does, Leona leaps looking for a missile dropkick only for Anna to catch her with the golden elbow and the crowd gasps in shock of the impact.

Mark: That was sick!

Clover: Someone check Leona’s mouth, she could be missing a tooth.

Anna hooks the leg as the referee slides into position to make the count.

ONE

TWO

THRE...

Clover: Leona’s foot is on the rope and she stays alive!

Mark: Great ring awareness from the champion there, and Anna cannot believe it.

Anna lifts Leona back to her feet before whipping her into the corner, she charges into the corner with a forearm smash, upon impact she spins her body around connecting with a back fist, she’s not finished however as she connects with a forward Russian Leg Sweep and the second Leona hits the mat, Anna leaps into the air and plants her elbow into the back of the skull! She hooks the leg again.

ONE!

Mark: She calls that Comb-Anna-Tion and you can see why, all those shots were hit flush and Leona looks to be out here.

TWO!!!

Clover: See this is what I like, no one going for submissions, just straight up looking to knock the other out.

THRE... NO!

Mark: SHE KICKED OUT! THE AZTEC WARRIOR WILL NOT DIE!

Clover: Heart of a champion, I can respect that in someone.

The #AnnaTourage were in shock, their jaws agap at the fact Leona had kicked out and so was Anna, she ran a hand through her matted hair, shaking her head in the process.

Anna: STAY DOWN!

Anna ascends to the top rope, trying to balance herself with her back turned to Leona, but never sees the champion reach her feet, that was until she felt the ropes shake, turning her head, she saw a charging Leona on the ropes and then was greeted to her feet, eating a dropkick that sent her flying out of the ring and into the barricade!

Clover: Jesus Christ! That was a sickening display of balance...

Mark: You almost sound impressed, Clover.

Clover: I’m more impressed she didn’t break her damned neck trying a stunt like that!

Leona was on the mat, catching her breath as the ref’s count was at six; Anna finally reached her feet from outside and on eight was able to roll back into the ring. The two ladies looked one another in the eyes, sweating dripping from their faces; neither one willing to give an inch, let alone lose this match. Anna went back on the attack, landing repeated power shots to the ribs of Leona, softening her up for an uppercut to the jaw that knocked her down onto the mat! Anna didn’t bother going for the cover and again, went to the top rope, she waited for Leona to reach her feet and then leapt...

Mark: Leona caught her!

Clover: Leona now has her on her shoulders... we all know what’s next!

Enoch doesn’t look as impressed as Clover is sounding, his arms folded across his chest as he watches Leona from a fireman’s carry position push Anna off and catch her flush in the stomach with her knees!

Mark: El Pilote! That HAS to be it!

Leona falls into a cover as the ref starts to count.

ONE

TWO

THREE.... Anna kicks out a milisecond too late as the ref calls for the bell! Leona hears her music start to play and even she can’t believe it.

Herbie: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILLLLLLLLLL FFW TELEVISION CHAMPION, ‘THE AZTEC WARRIOR’ LEONA VEGA!!!!!

Clover: Well I’ll be damned, Anna loses... and Leona is in shock too!

Mark: Anna thought she kicked out there, so does Leona but the ref is saying it was just a bit too late! I’d love to see these go at it again, but for now... Leona Vega is STILL your FFW TV Champion and for Anna, she has nothing to ashamed of; she gave it her all.








Zack: I’ve been looking forward to this tag match greatly, especially when you take into account the rise of Muirne & Siobhan. Take it away, Herbie.

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

There's a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub

Once the hard sound of “An Irish Pub Song” plays over the PA, Muirne runs out from behind the curtain like a ball of energy, letting out a mighty roar as she holds her Kilkenny bottle in her hand and her fleetcap on her head. Siobhan follows behind, walking out with a smile as she waves to the crowd.

Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We'll call it an Irish pub

Both girls walk their way down the ramp, Muirne shouting to the audience to hype them up while Siobhan slaps hands with the crowd on her side.

Herbie: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 274 lbs., Scotland's Siobhan McAdams, Ireland's Muirne Butler...LEGS! AND! ARSE!

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

Muirne hops onto the ring apron, sitting on the middle rope as she assists Siobhan off the floor and onto the apron herself. Siobhan steps through the opened ring ropes, Muirne getting inside herself once her Scottish partner is in.

We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar,
We'll make em wear a shirt & collar,
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour,
And call it an Irish pub

Muirne climbs onto the turnbuckles of the far corner, glugging down her beer as Siobhan climbs the ones nearest the ramp, raising her fist high. Muirne raises her head up, spritzing her beer out over her head.

Jager bombs & double shots,
The underagers think its tops,
We'll spike the drinks & pay the cops,
We got us an Irish pub.

The two redheads get off the turnbuckles and prepare for the fight, Muirne bouncing back and forth while throwing fists to hype herself up, while Siobhan stretches her legs out against the corner.

Zack: They only came to be part of the international tour, but after they started tearing through top contenders in the Unity division, FFW offered them full contracts! And tonight, they face yet another storied tag team!

Mai: I have to give them credit, usually teams don’t come in this with much firepower behind them in the Unity division. But they have, so I won’t take it away from them.

Herbie: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 259 pounds, they are “The Beautiful Nightmare” Katherine Stryfe and Emma MacNamara, NIGHTMARE INCORPORATED!!

As Herbie 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.

Zack: You gotta wonder who Kat plans to use her Pick Your Poison contract against, rumors have been swirling about singles and tag matches.

Mai: She said she’d announce it at Velocity when we are in London. I’m sure Emma is hoping for a tag title match with either of the champions.

Stephen Wilson takes control of the match up, ordering the teams to decide on their starting members, Muirne looking a little hesitant to engage in any discussion with her partner as she looks across the ring at the Nightmare Inc. corner. As Emma steps to the outside Muirne does likewise, allowing Siobhan and Katherine to take center stage as they approach each other; taking a moment or two to feel each other out before Siobhan looks to take the advantage, moving forward and delivering a knife edge chop to Stryfe’s chest. A second chop follows that finds its mark, followed by a third. As Siobhan goes to the well one too many times as she fires a fourth chop towards the same target only for Kat to duck underneath it and return fire with three quick kicks to the gut.

Zack: Siobhan is giving up a massive experience edge to Katherine, and I expect Stryfe to rely on that.

Mai: These girls are currently dominant in a promotion out of Pittsburgh as their tag champions, but I am positive they feel like they have to step it up another level here...and they have.

Siobhan doubles over as the final kick lands and finds herself sent to the mat with a snapmare takedown from her veteran opponent. As soon as she lands Siobhan throws herself to the side, avoiding the boot to the spine that followed it and came to her feet. Kat watched her from the middle of the ring, waving her forward as Siobhan seemed to reconsider her game plan, as she paced back and forth for a moment before launching towards Katherine, catching her with a dropkick to her sternum. Katherine hits the mat and comes to her feet only to catch a clothesline from the member of Legs & Arse. Kat once more tries to get to her feet quickly only for Siobhan to bounce off the ropes behind her and drive her face first into the canvas with a one handed bulldog. Kat rolls over onto her back and Siobhan looks to drop an elbow into her heart, but gets nothing but mat as Stryfe rolls away at the last moment and the pair come to their feet in their respective corners.

Zack: Came to a bit of a standstill there for a moment, didn’t they? And now their partners want to give it a go.

Mai: Of course, why should they have all the fun, right?

The pair look at each other as their partners hold out their hands and with a nod of their hand both Siobhan and Kat accept the offer, bringing Emma and Muirne into the ring. Muirne moves quickly across the ring, catching Emma before she can move very far out of her corner and surprises her with a hug, before leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek causing Emma to look a little confused while Siobhan has a look of annoyance on her face. As the camera cuts back to the action, Emma has her arms around Muirne, spinning her around and sending her down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. As Muirne rolls through and gets back to her feet she eats a knee to her jaw from Emma.

Zack: That will rattle some molars right there, that’s the kind of offense Emma can bring to the table.

Mai: Speaking of the table, Muirne won’t be eating at it for a couple days.

The member of Leg & Arse staggers backward, Emma following after her as she delivers forearms into the side of her face, backing her into the ropes. As soon as her back hits them, Emma steps into her and brings her knee up into Muirne’s midsection, followed by another knee and a third. As Wilson orders her to let Muirne away from the ropes Emma does just that as she sends her opponent in for the ride and on her return catches her with a dropkick to the kneecap that causes her to faceplant on the mat. Quickly Muirne attempts to rise only to get her head hooked by the member of Nightmare Inc. and sent over to the canvas with a snap suplex. Muirne begins to rise once more only for Emma to deliver a DDT. Emma makes the lateral press cover as she rolls her onto her back.

One…

T-

Zack: Can you tell Legs & Arse are keyed up? Muirne out at practically a one count right there. These two want to make a strong impression in their first FFW Pay Per View outing here tonight at Chaos Theory.

Wilson barely gets to make the one count before Muirne kicks out of the pinfall only for Emma to pull her to her feet and send her the short distance into the Nightmare Inc. corner. Stalking in behind her, Emma drives her boots into Muirne’s gut repeatedly before making the tag to Katherine who enters the ring. While Wilson counts Emma out, both members of Nightmare Inc. pull the Legs & Arse’s member away from the turnbuckles and take her down to the mat once more with a double neckbreaker. Katherine makes the cover as Emma leaves the ring.

One…

Two…

Mai: Nice team neckbreaker there from Nightmare Inc. We’ve seen a bit more tandem offense from them than Legs & Arse, which I’m not surprised by really.

On the two count, Muirne kicks out once more and gets pulled up to her feet by Katherine who scoops her up onto her shoulder and charges towards a neutral corner, before throwing her up into the air, causing her to crash face first into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Muirne stumbles backwards out of the corner only for Katherine to catch her with a dropkick square in the shoulders that sends her foe face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Stryfe rolls backwards and comes to her feet in the middle of the ring and waves Muirne upright as she uses the ropes in the corner to come to her feet before Kat charges forward and catches her foe in the middle of her spine with a Yakuza kick that once more drives her into the turnbuckle pads. Before Muirne can even step backwards, Katherine rolls her up into another pinning predicament.

One…

Two…

...T-

Zack: Hard yakuza kick right in the back from the Hall of Famer, and Muirne is catching it from all directions.

Muirne kicks out once more, forcing Kat to her feet who again measures Muirne as she rises and fires off a roundhouse kick towards her head only for Muirne to get her hands up and block the shot only to stagger back due to the force of the blow. Kat steps forward, driving a front kick into her opponent’s midsection which she follows up with a discus forearm before taking hold of Muirne’s head from behind and sends her face first into the top turnbuckle once more. As she staggers backwards, Kat grabs her from behind and executes a perfect side suplex dropping Muirne to the mat yet again. Floating over Katherine makes the cover, hooking the leg this time as she does so.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Zack: Muirne still has some left in the tank, she doesn’t want her team’s hot streak to end tonight in Auburn Hills.

Mai: Of course not, these two are one of the teams who have been getting all kinds of press and attention in FFW. A loss dumps a bucket of water on that. Speaking of which, I wonder if they’d be interested in a wet t-shirt contest.

Muirne rolls her shoulder to break up the pinfall and Kat comes to her feet making the tag to bring Emma back into the match. Muirne pulls herself up to her feet in the corner only to get squished by an onrushing Katherine Stryfe; the veteran from London dropping down in front of her to all fours and allowing her partner to use her as a platform to leap high into the air and crash into Muirne with a leg lariat across her throat. Stryfe rolls out of the ring and Emma looks to put the match to bed as she corals their opponent by the head and uses the ring ropes to her advantage to deliver a Tornado DDT. Again Muirne finds herself covered with her leg hooked.

Mai: Not exactly the greatest way to spend a Saturday night, is it?

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: Smart move by Siobhan there, I’m not sure Muirne would have kicked out with all the punishment she’s been taking.

This time Siobhan enters the ring and makes the save, catching Emma in the face with a baseball slide dropkick. Kat enters the ring and goes after Siobhan only to catch a drop toe hold for her troubles before Wilson ushers Siobhan back to her corner. While the official does so, both members of Nightmare Inc pull Muirne up to her feet only to spike her downwards once more with a double DDT. Siobhan tries to get around the referee once more to stop the dual assault, only for Wilson to stop her once more and as he does so, Nightmare Inc happily take advantage driving stereo elbow drops into Muirne’s chest. Popping back up to their feet, Kat and Emma continue to mug their opponent by stomping away at her gut causing her to try and cover up. Finally and reluctantly Siobhan leaves the ring and tries to rally the crowd behind her partner; Wilson turning back to the action and ushering Kat back to the outside; the woman going without question.

Zack: If Legs & Arse expected any quarter given, they are getting sadly denied that as Kat and Emma are relentless.

Mai: This is no time to be plugging the next Pay Per View, Zack! There’s a match going on!

As Kat leaves the ring, Emma pulls Muirne up to her feet and takes her by the wrist, sending her in for the ride and as Muirne hits the ropes she launches herself towards Emma, catching her unawares with a flying shoulder tackle that knocks her to the canvas. The member of Nightmare Inc. quickly comes to her feet as Muirne fights her way to her knees and reacts as Emma grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet by hooking the Scot’s head and dropping back down to her knees with a jawbreaker. Emma stumbles, falling backwards into the ropes and as she hits them Muirne explodes towards her and sends her over the top rope with a cactus clothesline. Muirne staggers backwards after hitting the move and drops to one knee as she tries to clear her head following the attack.

Mai: She’s had her bell rung, and she isn’t sure where she is right now. But she better figure it out quick, because Emma won’t stay down long.

Zack: I think she’s getting a better clue, she just spotted her partner and there she goes!

With the crowd cheering her on and Siobhan stomping in the corner, Muirne manages to gather herself and sets off towards her partner unsteadily. As she nears her though, Siobhan suddenly disappears from the ring apron thanks to Emma yanking her feet out from under, causing her to fall to the floor before Emma slides back into the ring and immediately throws a stiff right hand towards Muirne who fires back with one of her own. The pair exchange a second time; then a third time and on the fourth exchange Muirne blocks Emma’s shot and throws one, two, three, four of her own before spinning around and slamming her fist into Emma’s jaw for a fifth time with a discus punch. Emma spins and as she does so Muirne catches her in a rear waistlock and sends her flying through the air with a release German suplex.

Zack: Beautiful German suplex from Muirne. And I know I sound like a broken record, but she really needs a tag.

Mai: If she wants to do the whole match herself, that’s her choice. I’m sure Kat & Emma won’t mind at all.

Again Muirne is slow to her feet and while she is getting up, Emma manages to make the tag to Kat Stryfe who comes into the ring and sprints towards their opponent, locking in a rear waistlock of her own only for Muirne to react once more, throwing her head backwards and catching Kat right on the bridge of her nose. She does it once more securing the release and as she does so Muirne drops Katherine Stryfe to the mat with a cutter. Once more Muirne makes it all fours and starts to crawl towards her corner, diving and making the tag to Siobhan.

Zack: FINALLY!! We’ve got a tag, and here comes SIOBHAN!!

Mai: And is she ever eager to get going! I don’t even think Kat realizes it yet.

Entering the ring, Siobhan immediately made a beeline for the rising Katherine Stryfe, catching her with a textbook monkey flip as she got to her feet. Katherine rolled through and to her feet only for Siobhan to run her over with a clothesline and as Stryfe tried to rise once more, Siobhan stepped up onto her bent knee and slammed her boot into the side of her head as she landed the shining wizard. Kat fell to the mat, the force of the blow causing her to roll onto her back near the turnbuckle and Siobhan quickly stepped over her and leaped upwards, landing on the top rope with both legs outstretched as she bounced off them and flipped backwards into a split legged moonsault, crashing down onto Kat Stryfe and making the cover.

Zack: Picture perfect moonsault there from Siobhan, and that might be all she wrote!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Not just yet, Zacko! It’s gonna take more than that to keep Katherine down!

Zack: Zacko?

Kat kicks out of the pinfall and rolls into the corner, only managing to pull herself up into a sitting position before Siobhan lands on her once more, bouncing up and down on the former FFW Champion with a bronco buster. Siobhan pulls her opponent up to her feet, bringing her towards the middle of the ring and drives her face into her knee with a facebuster. Kat pops back up to her feet, falling back into the ropes where Siobhan fires her across the ring and uses her momentum on her return to snap off a powerslam. Getting back to her feet, Siobhan heads towards the corner and climbs to the top rope, perching there as she waves Kat to her feet and flies off, landing on her shoulders and snapping off a hurricanrana. Once more Siobhan makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Thank goodness, Emma! I was starting to get worried….maybe a tiny bit.

This time Emma makes the save, kicking Siobhan in the side of the head as Wilson was bringing his hand down for the third time. Siobhan rolls away holding the side of her head and as she does so Muirne comes into the ring and cuts off Emma as she advances on the legal member of Legs & Arse, catching her with a swinging neckbreaker. Emma gets up to her feet and is met by Muirne who leaves her feet for a dropkick, flailing her arms as she connects and landing awkwardly on the canvas. Emma gets to her feet only to find Stephen Wilson in her face as he backs her up to the corner and sends her back out of the ring. While the referee is pre-occupied with Emma, Siobhan starts to direct traffic, heading to the corner and climbing to the top rope and as she gets there, Muirne throws her towards the rising Stryfe as the pair connect with a rocket launcher DDT. Siobhan makes the cover once more, only for Wilson to still be tied up with Emma; the Scot refusing to leave the ring. Finally she steps out to the apron and Wilson turns, realizes what is happening and slides into position to make the count.

One…

Two…

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

Zack: You couldn’t have gotten a paint job between Wilson’s hand and the mat right there!

Mai: Kat is extremely resilient, comes with being as successful as she has been.

At the very last second Kat manages to roll her shoulder to break up the pinfall. Siobhan pleads with the referee for the three count only to have him deny her pleas. Siobhan asks once more as she gets to her feet only for Wilson to explain that Stryfe managed to get her shoulder up in the nick of time. Kat pulls herself up to her feet using the ring ropes and as she does so Siobhan moves quickly towards her, leaving her feet as she attempts to land the Bless Me Bagpipes! lungblower. Kat though keeps hold of the top rope, going nowhere and causing Siobhan to land hard on the back of her head. Quickly Kat grabs hold of Siobhan underneath the knees, turning around and falls backward into a catapult that snaps Siobhan throat first into the bottom rope. Siobhan rolls around backward and forward, gasping for breath as Kat crawls to her corner, tagging in Emma who enters the ring and moves towards Siobhan, pulling her upwards and drives the crown of Siobhan’s skull into the canvas with a spiked piledriver. Emma makes the cover as Kat runs interference, almost daring Muirne to enter the ring.

One…

Two…

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

Zack: Kat’s waiting on Muirne to stop her, but Siobhan still got the shoulder up just in the nick of time!

Siobhan rolls her shoulder at the last moment and Wilson instantly calls off the three count, showing the world the two and getting the ire of Emma as he does so. The official explains the situation to Emma who turns back to Siobhan pulling her to her feet once more and sending her in for the ride only for Muirne to hit tag her on the shoulder; Emma doesn’t see the referee signal the blind tag as she looks to catch Siobhan only for the woman to baseball slide through her legs and underneath the bottom rope. Emma turned to go after Siobhan only for Muirne to surprise her from behind, grabbing her hair and pulling her backwards into a big kiss. As Muirne released Emma, the woman staggered away and the Legs & Arse member skips forward and drives a superkick into her jaw. As Emma collapses like a sack of potatoes Muirne dives on top of her, hooking both legs as she does so and Siobhan grabs hold of Kat’s legs to stop her from getting back into the ring.

Zack: WHAT A KICK!! RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Stephen Wilson calls for the bell as Muirne comes to her feet, arms raised in victory and is joined by Siobhan who hugs her in joy.

Herbie: Here are your winners...LEGS & ARSE!!!

Zack: Muirne & Siobhan have done it again….Legs & Arse are making an early statement towards Tag Team of the Year for 2016!

Mai: I hate to say it, but….we got something special on our hands here, Zack. And it’s only going to be a matter of time before these two are packing some  gold, I think.

Kat checks on Emma in the ring and helps her up to her feet only to find Legs & Arse standing in front of them. There’s a momentary pause before Siobhan offers Kat a handshake and Muirne tries to hug Emma only to get shoved away before the team of Nightmare Inc. leave the ring, allowing Legs & Arse to celebrate for the crowd before the show cuts elsewhere.



The Hall is Calling

A brief video package shows some of the past inductees into the FFW Hall of Fame, including Wendy Briese, the Pazzini Sisters, Crystal Hilton, Tara Thunder, Scarlett Kincaid and Katherine Stryfe amongst the others. From there, we return to the backstage area and find the owner of FFW standing by.

Samantha: There is no higher honor in FFW than to be inducted forever into the Hall of Fame. Every single woman who is there made her mark in some indelible way, and furthermore left a lasting memory on the history of this promotion. It is a group of women who are talented beyond measure.  You just saw them all there, and I am happy to announce that this year will be no different.

The crowd watching in the arena seems quite receptive as Samantha continues.

Samantha: This year at the upcoming Relentless Pay Per View on May 21 in St. Louis, Missouri, the 2016 class will be revealed in full. It will comprise three women currently on the active roster, and for the first time ever, a fourth alumni member. Someone who isn’t currently on the roster, but has certainly earned her spot regardless of that. Those four women will join a pantheon of some of the most talented women in the history of this business. And I look forward greatly to introducing them to the fans who helped build the legacy of their careers both past and present day. For these women….the Hall is calling.

A brief commercial advertising Relentless on May 21 airs next before we go back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

Mark: It all began on an episode of Future Shock where Jodie Gray offered a shot to anyone on an upcoming season, and Samantha Tolson accepted. And on that night, Jodie defeated her...and ultimately sent Tolson out of FFW. She returned at When Worlds Collide 4, and went right at Jodie after her match with Eileen which saw the Queen of Games going too far. And here we are tonight, round two! Joining me is none other than her sister and recent tag partner in a successful outing, Mandy Gray!

Mandy: Hey Mark! Thank you for having me here with you for this! It’s certainly steeped in history, and even more in bad blood. But round two should be a fantastic outing.

Herbie: The following contest is set for one fall!

[The lights go down in the arena, and the hard guitar opening of Superchick's "Hey Hey"
begins to filter through the sound system.]

Some people you can never please
You might as well just let them be
They mock everything not their own
From their imaginary throne

(whispered)
But I won't bow down
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy

[Samantha Tolson then steps out onto the entryway, throwing a couple of gentle punches at
the air, then a kick or two before raising her arms to the cheering crowd.]

So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey

Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey

[Samantha slaps fives with those along the aisle, walking slowly toward the ring, then around
it, continuing to greet the FFW Galaxy.]

Hey!

[Tolson pumps her right hand, balled into a fist, into the air in time with the chant.]

Hey!

[And does it a second time on the second chant.]

Why try to be like someone else
When you can only be yourself
No one can sing the song you do
Be true be legendary you

So I won't sell out
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy

[Samantha finally makes her way to ringside, leaping from a flat-footed stance on the floor
straight onto the apron, then slingshots herself into the ring as Herbie makes his announcement.]

Herbie:  “Coming to the ring...she is from Jefferson City, Missouri….the first
female graduate of Camp Nightfall...standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in this
morning at one-hundred fifty-six pounds….she is….”NO GIMMICKS NEEDED” SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!

So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey

Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey

[The rock anthem begins to fade out as Samantha stretches on the ropes, awaiting the bell.]

Mark: Samantha has been trying to establish herself well in the ongoing All Star season of Future Shock, and has been putting out some strong performances even though the voters of late haven’t been too receptive. So I suspect she’s coming into tonight with a chip on her shoulder bigger than normal.

Mandy: I wouldn’t honestly be too shocked if she did, to be qute honest. The worst of it is...it just seems to get bigger and bigger.

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.

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

Jodie ignores the crowd as she makes her way into the ring as Seth smiles at her, she blows him a kiss before placing her top hat and and jacket together in the corner. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; from which she then awaits the bell to ring.

Mandy: And the woman who wants to shut her up. One’s as outspoken as the other. One can be as questionable as the other...and with just as much to play for.

Mark: If you listened to what Jodie had to say for this match, she was outright furious with Samantha Tolson. That’s about as fired up as I’ve seen the Queen of Games on camera in a while. And Samantha should definitely keep an eye on that man right there, as we both know Seth Star isn’t shy about involving himself at times...even though it definitely bit him in your tag match recently, Mandy.

The bell rings, Seth hops down from the apron, having been giving his fiance advice. Jodie turns towards Samantha, to find the Missourian decking her with a vicious clothesline! Samantha stares down at Jodie for only a moment, quick to mount her and throw punch after punch into her head, aiming towards her shoulders too as Jodie dodges some of them. Samantha finds herself pulled from Jodie, allowing the Queen of Games to get to her feet, only for Samantha to take her around the head and drop her on her front with a bulldog. Still with her arm wrapped around Jodie’s head, Samantha pulls them both up and keeps her arms locked together for a headlock. She pulls tightly at the hold, wrenching the Queen’s head. Jodie shouts out and as she goes for elbows to Samantha’s abdomen, Tolson doesn’t let Jodie get anywhere with it and switches it into a takeover, taking Jodie back to the mat again. Samantha wriggles in place, looking for the tightest possible hold. Jodie squirms, taken aback by the whole thing before gathering herself and using her elbows once again to dig into Samantha, digging the one that’s between them both into her chest over and over again, forcing Tolson to let go of the hold, reaching her feet as she shakes her head at the Queen Of Games. Jodie gets to her feet, only to be greeted by Samantha going into the position for a suplex, which Jodie blocks, pushing into Tolson’s stomach, and as such the Missourian off her. Jodie dusts off the cobwebs, shaking her head but is immediately dropped again by a dropkick from Samantha!

Mark: For all the fire Jodie showed in her video talking about this match, I’m kinda surprised Samantha is dictating the pace already. Maybe Jodie had a few moments to calm down, because going into a match full of fire can also make you make mistakes.

Mandy: Makes two of us, actually. Maybe Jodie just really, really pissed Samantha off too. We did say only a minute ago that she has quite the chip on her shoulder

Jodie rolled away from the advancing Samantha, placing her hand on the rope for a break that Samantha allows her, but Jodie is then forced into them the second she lets go, being booted into them and then whipped across the ring by Samantha, who in quite the showing of speed, grabs Jodie on the rebound, hooks around a leg and drops Jodie with a capture suplex that drops with quite the thud. A smile on her face, Samantha drops for the cover following rolling Jodie onto her back.

Mark: Samantha looks like she’s feeling pretty good about how this is going so far, and she’s looking to put Jodie away now.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Mandy: Not quite, which is impressive with the beating Jodie’s taken!

Jodie rolls the shoulder, using the momentum from that to push Samantha from her completely. Samantha gets to her feet, Jodie about a second behind her, which is just enough for Samantha to plant a boot in Jodie’s head, knocking her back to the mat. Keeping Jodie on her front, Samantha grabs her legs and goes for the figure four. Wrenching the hold, Jodie yells in pain, looking for a way to shake the hold off as Samantha bucks her hips, making the whole situation worse for the Queen, shouting at her to tap. Jodie refuses when asked if she would like to by the referee, still looking for a way out. She starts shuffling on her hands and backside towards the ropes just behind her, but Samantha does the same thing to drag Jodie to the middle of the ring. Jodie lets out a loud noise of exasperation, flopping to her back for just long enough the referee takes it as a pin attempt and she shoves herself up again. Looking to her corner, she sees Seth making a rolling motion with his hands. Taking the inspiration from there, jodie lets out a huge grunt of determination and pain, shoving herself over to reverse the hold! Samantha screams from the surprise of it all, which then turns to one of pain as it hits her in the legs and back. Jodie turns to Samantha,shouting at her to tap now, but Samantha refuses, twisting her face as she looks for ropes, only to realise she is in the middle by her own doing. She shimmies around on her stomach, looking for an out. She finds one, able to reach around and take Jodie by the ankle, pulling with as much might as she can muster, just enough to knock Jodie off her. Jodie faceplants (which gets a few laughs from the crowd), and pushes herself to her feet. Looking at Samantha, Jodie can see that the few seconds on the reverse hold was enough to wear her down and starts stalking (as best she can) towards her.

Mandy: That was certainly an impressive way of getting out of a figure four...on both counts!  Could argue the reverse huts more, actually…

Mark: You can feel the momentum shift in this match as Jodie is slowing it down, which is exactly what she needs to do.

Samantha turns around just a fraction too late, finding herself on the receiving end of a knife edge chop that forces Samantha take a couple of steps back, and then a second, where Samantha then stays her ground. She takes a third, and Jodie sets up, rearing her arm back to go for a third, only to switch the momentum and almost take Samantha’s head off with a roundhouse! Samantha stumbles, and Jodie goes after her, giving the Missourian a smile before taking off and mowing her down with a clothesline, following it up with a leg drop across her neck. Samantha jolts as Jodie grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet, then swinging her across her knee in a swinging neckbreaker, letting Samantha go as she crumbles to the mat. Jodie swears at her, reaching into her top for the glove. Samantha reaches her feet as Jodie gets it on and the Queen of Games swings for her, going for the mandible claw but Samantha ducks it, putting her knee in Jodie’s stomach as she goes around. Jodie gathers herself and removes the glove again in one swift motion, spinning herself and whacking Samantha in the face with a forearm smash. Both women then taking a step back, Jodie charges at Samantha and looks as though she’s locking up, but drops Samantha with a facebuster. Not content with that, she sits on Samantha’s back and taking her by the hair, rubs her face into the mat. Samantha’s shouts of malcontent are muffled as she tries to get out of it before Jodie finishes, but she’s unable to do that and Jodie lets go with the biggest of grins on her face She stops, looking around the crowd as they jeer her, opening her arms wide in a “come on then” stance. She turns back to Samantha, now at her knees and Jodie decides she’s had enough, curbstomping Samantha’s back, sending her back down. Rolling Samantha over, she goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO

THR----NOPE!

Mark: Vicious stomp to the back from the Queen, but it’s not going to be enough to keep Samantha on the canvas for a three count, perhaps much to Jodie’s chagrin.

Samantha kicks out, Jodie rolling away with a disgruntled look on her face. She gives Samantha a look, not impressed as she reaches her feet and goes to pull her opponent back up, whio, with great presence of mind, reaches up and whacks Jodie hard across the face with an uppercut. Jodie reels back, livid as Samantha now is on her feet, though she doesn’t move, instead inviting Samantha to come at her. She stands there, arms open as if allowing her to come forward with a free shot.

Mandy: I can’t say that this situation is ever one I would trust Jodie with. She likes cheap shots. This is the perfect chance to take one.

Mark: You know, as long as I’ve been doing this, I’ve rarely seen this work out for the person being offered the free shot. I’d be very wary if I were the Whack-A-Bitch founder.

Somewhat wary, Samantha does go to take the free shot, grabbing Jodie around the arm, looking for an armdrag but is disappointed to find that Jodie blocks it, pulling the brunette against herself and launching backwards, dropping them both into the mat with a belly-to-back suplex. Jodie rolls to her feet and Samantha is quick behind her, bringing Jodie back with a snap suplex, but doesn’t let go and keeps a headlock applied. Jodie wriggles out of it quickly however, having not been as tight as the first one. With a final look around her, mostly to Seth and Mandy a few feet away, Jodie leaps forward, taking Samantha back down with a hurricarana. She looks down at the falling Samantha, a smile on her face as she reaches back into her top for the glove.

Mark: We know what that means, she’s going in there to adjust a cup! And without Mandy here to take it from her, I have a feeling she’s looking for that latex glove.

Mandy: Please don’t Jodie...please...

Mandy’s pleas fall on deaf ears (who likely didn’t hear her anyway), as she puts the glove on her hand while Samantha  gets up. Unlike the last time however, Jodie lunges faster this time and in goes the hand as Samantha turns around! Jodie digs her fingers in, a determined look about her as Samantha flails in the hold, not sure of how to get out of this one before giving in the fact her face is probably about numb and taps!

Herbie: The winner of this match as the result of a submission….”THE QUEEN OF GAMES”, JODIE GRAY!

Mark: Once Jodie gets that hold applied, it feels like you’re gasping for your life! And Jodie uses it to perfection yet again, and has choked out Samantha tonight at Chaos Theory.

Mandy: Probably the best thing about that move is that she knows exactly how to use it. Jodie picks up a win that sees her carrying on with what she wants to eventually achieve, and Samantha drops momentum as we head into the next Future Shock challenge.

Mark: The road doesn’t get any easier for Tolson. We found out earlier tonight that she already has a date for Relentless against the woman who tried to disrobe her in Future Shock before she got eliminated. Samantha Tolson will meet Tabatha Belmont at Relentless!

Mandy: A match I shall most certainly be looking forward to! Tabby’s an interesting woman to face, I would imagine and Samantha’s chip will swell so much by then!

As Jodie and Seth celebrate in the ring, we go elsewhere.






With a brief highlight package featuring their recent Trios match as well as the destruction of a fan awarded, we cut back to the ring for the next match.

Mark: Chaos Theory rolls on with a tag team match that was born out of the Trios match you just saw. Ascension picked up the win that night, and have not let the Pistols forget it. Tonight, Leah and Lizzy look to even the score. Happy to have my lovely bride joining me to call all the action.

Erica: And I am certainly happy to join you! I know that Jo would have preferred being out instead, but she has a match of her own tonight and that takes precedence. Still, it’s going to be a fantastic match to call!

Herbie: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

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

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

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

Herbie: She hails from Westfield, New Jersey! Representing Ascension, this is….KIMMI HATE!!!

Mark: There’s been plenty of speculation in recent days that Kimmi and Isis may become a permanent tandem in what is already a pretty packed tag division in FFW. And given that they have had some success, I can certainly see why. Not to mention tagging with someone like Isis does make your job a lot easier if you get in trouble.

Erica: All very fine points! They also seem to have great chemistry together, though you could question how much of it comes from Isis alone.

Herbie: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by the “Latin Goddess” Valentina Lozano, she hails from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California…standing at an impressive 6 foot 6 and weighing 210 pounds. She is the “Titaness of Destruction”…
ISIS MORALES!!!!!!

The lights in the arena go out.

Just then as the intro to “Kong at the Gates” by The Misfits blares into the arena, generating a buzz from the crowd.

As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain, along with Valentina Lozano. Wearing her black hoodie that is covering her head, Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, with Valentina close behind, and the spotlight following them on their way to the ring.

Once they climb up to the apron of the ring, Valentina enters the ring while Isis faces the crowd and uncovers her hood, revealing her face, looking menacingly at the crowd. She easily steps over the top rope to enter the ring with ease and then walks towards the center of the ring to stand there, soaking up the reaction from the crowd. Isis then stomps her foot down on the mat with force and, instantly, the four corners of the ring shoot out smoke, with a booming sound, mimicking an explosion. She lets out a primal roar and then goes over to a corner where she climbs up and poses, yelling back at the crowd at every chance. She then goes toward the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing after climbing up. Meanwhile, Valentina stands in the middle of the ring pointing at Isis in the corner with a sexy, but icy, smirk. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her hoodie and gives it to Valentina. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before joining Valentina in the corner of the ring as they wait for her opponents.

Mark: It is increasingly rare to see that woman outside of Future Shock, but if these tag rumors are true, we may be getting a lot more of her in the days to come. Zack’s called her a juggernaut, and until someone in FFW puts her down for three or makes her quit, I’ll not argue with him.

Erica: You’ll be hard pushed to find anyone that will! Part of me hopes that day comes soon, we don’t need another undefeated streak from hell! The other part doesn’t mind how long she keeps her dominance up for, she’s got the skills to go with it.

“Gunfight” by Sick Puppies blasts throughout the arena as pink and purple flashlights hit the entrance. Once the chorus kicks in, Leah Belle and Lizzy Taylor come running out from behind the curtains. The two ladies stand at the top of the ramp with the fingers pointed like pistols as sparks ignite the stage.

Herbie: Making their way to the ring with a combined weight of 250 Ibs.  From London England and Las Vegas Nevada, Lizzy Taylor and Leah Belle….THE PISTOLS!

As they make their way down the ramp, they slap a few fans hands before running and sliding into the ring together. Once they are back on their feet they each stand at a corner in the ring doing a ‘Pistol Salute’ to the fans as their music dies down.

Mark: Given recent events, I think it’s safe to say the Pistols...are fired up. Get it? Leah and Lizzy have a bone to pick, they laid out the strategy on Twitter. Take out Kimmi and chop the Future Shock Champion down to size! That’s gonna be a tall order, no pun intended.

Erica: That pun….was terrible, Terrible I say! It’ll be an exceptionally tough match for them, but Leah and Lizzy are made of some pretty tough stuff! Including titanium if you take their recent thing with Jo!

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell, and the chaos doesn’t even wait to begin as the Pistols run headlong and connect with a double clothesline to send Kimmi through the ropes before they turn their attention onto Isis. Both girls start hammering forearms into her chest, ducking out of the way as she swipes at them with lefts and rights before the girls hit the near side ropes, catching Morales in the knees with basement dropkicks. It drops the redhead down to those same knees before Leah and Lizzy hit the ropes again. Isis starts back to her feet as both girls bounce off the middle into springboard dropkicks that send the Titaness backwards. They whip her across for the ride, and just as she rebounds, Leah pulls the top rope down as Lizzy clotheslines her over it to the floor. The Pistols hop to their feet as Kimmi and Isis look thunderous on the floor as Davis tries to restore order.

Mark: As soon as the bell rang, it all broke loose! Leah and Lizzy have sent both members of Ascension to the floor here, and this crowd in Auburn Hills love it!

Erica: They’re not alone! I’m loving it too! Certainly had a harder time of it with Isis than Kimmi, which is kinda expected.

As both women started to get up together ringside, Leah and Lizzy hit the far side ropes. And when Ascension turned to face them, a pair of flying shoulder tackles through the middle ropes connected! One sent Kimmi to the floor, and the other Isis backwards into the barricade. The Pistols dove back into the ring again, going back to back with their signature pose with wide grins on their faces as the crowd ate it up.

Mark: The Pistols said they had a gameplan for tonight, and is it ever firing on all cylinders! I don’t think Isis and Kimmi were expecting this right out of the gate. Davis is having a devil of time getting this match legally started as the Pistols are pretty much running the table!

Erica: They are that! Pistols are out for blood, and that blood belongs to a pair of red titans and psych patients!

Isis stormed towards the ring as Kimmi beat her to it, diving in under the bottom rope. Isis was about to come in when Davis went to intercept her, deciding Kimmi was going to be legal since she came in first. And as the referee tried to restrain the Titaness, the Pistols mowed down Kimmi with another double clothesline behind the referee’s back. They pulled her to her feet, whipping her across for the ride before she rebounded and got lifted up by the legs from Leah, only for Lizzy to catch her on the way down with a codebreaker into her chest! Isis’ anger grew large as Davis was still trying to get her out of the ring. Lizzy hopped to her feet, hoisting up her tag partner as though she were going to suplex her...only for her to drop her across Kimmi’s body instead. Leah rolled out of the way as Lizzy connected with a double knee drop right into her chest again!

Mark: Davis is trying to get Isis in the corner, and the Pistols are having open season on Kimmi! Hate is getting clobbered, and the referee can’t do anything about it because of Isis! Usually this works in reverse for these girls, but Leah and Lizzy….they have turned the tables!

Erica: As you said before, Kimmi and Isis weren’t expecting this so it’s just a total what the hell moment for them. They likely expected Leah and Lizzy to go by the books which would let them do the whole business as usual thing and it hasn’t happened.

Leah sent Lizzy into the ropes, ducking her head and dropping her with a back body drop onto Kimmi before the blonde hooked the leg for the cover. Leah caught Isis over the referee’s shoulder with a big forearm to the head that rocked her backwards a moment, and allowed the referee to turn around and see the cover. Davis slid into position to make the count.

Mark: This thing could be over in record time! Isis got her jaw jacked, and Lizzy’s got a cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kimmi kicked out at two as Lizzy rolled onto her side, hammering fists into her head before she got up. Hate rolled her off before started back to her feet, only to catch a chop block from Leah she never saw coming as the brunette rolled out of the ring. It dropped Hate to her knees before Lizzy caught her with a shining wizard that put her back on the canvas...before the blonde dove for the cover again!

Erica: Isis got her jaw jacked, now Kimmi did too! Still looking at a record here!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kimmi got her shoulder up a second time as Lizzy let her sit up long enough to apply a rear chinlock as she buried her knee into her back. An amused look on her face, Lizzy let go with one hand and tousled Kimmi’s hair to annoy her before applying the hold properly again.

Erica: Hahahaha, I love the antagonising by Lizzy there, it’s just a sign of how fed up with Kimmi she actually is.

Mark: The blonde bombshell of the Pistols is making it look easy in there, and the Pistols have completely thrown off Ascension. It’s been all Leah and Lizzy from the bell!

A pair of forearms crashed across Kimmi’s chest before the redhead started to turn into her to get back to her feet. Lizzy turned the hold into a side headlock before Kimmi tried to shoot her. Lizzy shot forward about three steps but grabbed hold of Kimmi’s hair to pull her back into the side headlock again. Hate shot her off a second time as Lizzy hit the ropes. Kimmi ducked her head before Lizzy stopped….and applied the side headlock again with a wide grin on her face as Kimmi cursed loudly.

Erica: Kimmi’s determined not to be worn down,  but it’s got nothing on Lizzy’s desire to make her life hell right now! It’s glorious viewing, actually.

Mark: I’ll tell you what, Lizzy is hellbent on that side headlock come hell or high water.

Kimmi began to fire a pair of shots into Lizzy’s lower back, trying to loosen her grip. They both connected well, causing the smile to fade from her face before Hate shot her towards the Ascension’s corner. Lizzy stopped just short of it and hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle. She glanced back to see where Kimmi was, and when she turned back, Isis caught her flush with a massive haymaker to the jaw! The blonde collapsed backwards, staggering on her feet on the canvas before Isis snatched her around the throat and used a chokeslam to the canvas as she stood in the corner. The Future Shock Champion glared down to the blonde as the referee admonished her at the same time. Kimmi gathered herself for a moment, a small smile forming on her face.

Mark: Kimmi shot Lizzy into the one corner she didn’t want to be in, and Isis took care of the rest. I think playtime’s over, and that look on Isis’ face is mute testament of it.

Erica: Isis was never a fan of playtime, her face has always been testament to that. It’s also testament to the fact I think she just wants to start pulverising people.

Kimmi grabbed the top rope as she stepped onto Lizzy’s throat, trying to choke her as the referee counted four before she stepped off. Hate measured and delivered a knee drop right into her head, even leaning down and biting into her face like an animal. Another count by the referee before she let go, Kimmi sat up on her knees and began to drill rights into her face before she got back to her feet. The fans had quickly turned for obvious reasons as Kimmi dragged Lizzy away from the ropes and applied a body scissors as she wrapped her legs around her waist and began to squeeze as tightly as she could.

Erica: Speaking of wearing your opponents down, that’s a damn good way to do it! You need your back for pretty much your entire offence!

Mark: Kimmi’s got some powerful legs, and she’s trying to crush the rib cage of Lizzy. Ascension has slowed the pace of this match down considerably, which is exactly what was needed after the opening moments of the match.

Kimmi pushed up on her hands as she tried to squeeze tighter as her legs encircled Lizzy’s body. She sat back down on the mat, hammering forearms into the back of LIzzy’s head a few times. In the Pistols’ corner, Leah began to rally the crowd and started hitting the top turnbuckle to get the crowd going, chanting for her partner. Kimmi spat at the brunette as Lizzy leaned forward in almost a slump before she caught Kimmi flush with a back elbow to the jaw. It stunned the redhead as Lizzy connected with a second and a third, managing to loosen Kimmi’s grip slightly. She pulled her ankles apart, and started to crawl away towards her corner. Kimmi recovered fairly quickly as she grabbed both of her feet from behind and dragged her back to the center. Lizzy rolled onto her back, and brought her knees up to shoot Kimmi off like a pinball. Hate stumbled backwards a few steps as Lizzy rolled back to her stomach, and headed for her corner as Leah had her hand out for the tag. Kimmi regained her balance, and launched forward with a stiff spinning backfist into Leah’s jaw that sent her to the floor just as Lizzy made it to her team’s corner. A rake of the boot across Lizzy’s face was felt before Kimmi dragged her backwards again, looking to lock in a Boston crab and sitting on Lizzy’s back in the process.

Erica: Lizzy’s all but done right now, all she can do is try and get out of the crab and hope it hasn’t done her so much damage that she can’t get out of it.

Mark: I’ll give the devil her due. Like her or not, Kimmi Hate knows how to isolate an opponent and keep the pressure as well in tag matches. She may have found her niche here, because these are veteran tag team skills she’s showing.

Lizzy’s lower back was in obvious pain as her face tightened, looking towards her corner as Leah was getting her senses about her on the floor. The brunette finally did so, climbing back onto the corner and extending her hand to Lizzy for a tag. Kimmi leaned back in the hold, almost bending her in half in the process as Lizzy’s anguished face only grew more so. Lizzy looked towards Kimmi, and began to run her fingers up Hate’s boot. She finally reached to the top of it, and pulled the laces...and began to untie it with one hand as Kimmi kept the hold applied. Taylor started towards the ropes, finally reaching it and grabbing on to force a break. And as Kimmi stood up and turned around, she darted forward to grab the blonde’s head...and walked right out of her boot. Kimmi looked back with a confused look, giving Lizzy an opening to get up...and superkick her in the jaw before both women collapsed on the mat. Leah kept her hand out, trying to will Lizzy for the tag.

Erica: Lizzy got her opening at last, but Kimmi’s assault has done her in so much she can’t get to Leah straight away, which must be hell for Leah!

Mark: Taylor is just trying to find her corner, much less get there. But you’re right, she’s got an opportunity here. Kimmi’s got kicked into next week.

Lizzy raised her head, trying to get her bearings as she looked around to try to find her team’s corner. She finally spotted it as Leah reached as far as she could over the top rope. The blonde started to crawl very slowly in that direction as Kimmi was doing the same, just in a different direction. Taylor inched along the mat as Kimmi seemed to be moving just a little faster.

Mark: We’re talking dire circumstances now, it’s a race! LIzzy better get to her corner before Kimmi gets to hers! Nothing good is gonna happen for the Pistols if the Future Shock Champion gets into the ring.

Erica: I'm not entirely sure if anything good will come from there being even half a second between Lizzy and Kimmi making their tags if Kimmi gets there first. That advantage is crucial.

Lizzy finally reached her corner, making the tag to Leah. And as the brunette dove into the ring, Kimmi made it to her corner and tagged in Isis. The Titaness stepped over the top rope into the ring. And where Leah was running before, she stopped dead in her tracks now as Isis glared down at her and waved her forward.

Mark: That tells you the whole story right there! Leah tried to get to Kimmi in time, but Isis….stopped her cold! And now Leah has the unenviable task of facing down the most dominant woman in Future Shock’s history, in my view. And look at Isis, she’s telling her to come at her!

Erica: In your view? The history books agree with you! Not that I blame Isis for taking that stand though, it must be a little annoying having people stop in their tracks just to look at you.

The crowd began to chant for Leah now to inspire her as the brunette took off in her direction. Isis took a swipe at her, but Leah ducked under it and bounced off the ropes behind her. Before Morales could turn around, Leah connected with a chop block to the back of her knee. It sent the redhead stumbling forward a couple steps before Leah hopped back up, using the middle rope for a springboard into a bulldog that drove Isis face first into the canvas. Leah shoved her onto her back, looking for a quick cover as Davis dropped to make the count.

Mark: Very smart, Leah knows better than to go toe to toe with that woman, you gotta take her down and she’s looking to end this sooner than later!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

And with a military press, Isis launched Leah off the cover and sent her rolling into the ropes. The Titaness sat up, looking her shoulder and shaking her head as Leah stared at her with some disbelief.

Erica: She goes down and the bigger they are, the harder they fall is very much true! Nowhere near enough though, Isis has energy levels like almost nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Mark: Leah was trying to catch her by surprise, I’ve not seen anyone do it yet. And it’s obviously not happening tonight!

Isis started back to her feet as Leah did the same. The brunette came towards her, ducking another swipe from the Titaness. Belle stopped behind her as she turned around, firing forearms into her chest. Seven connected as Leah hit the far side ropes, leaving her feet for a flying shoulder block! But the brunette didn’t budge her as she hit the mat, only managing to stumble Isis a half step as the redhead looked down at her and shook her head.

Mark: Look at that! Leah hit her full force with that flying shoulder tackle, and the only one who went down was Leah! Isis shaking her head, most anyone else in FFW would have been knocked down easily!

Erica: Everyone else in FFW isn’t Isis! The woman doesn’t need help, she’s just...standing there, wondering why Isis even bothered trying.

Leah started back to her feet, looking to use the ropes again before Isis grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her backwards. Belle turned in as Isis clocked her with a straight right to the jaw and another and another. With two handfuls of her hair, Isis delivered a devastating headbutt into her face that staggered Leah. The brunette leaned against her as Isis was the only thing holding her up at this point. Isis scooped her up high overhead into a military press before she walked towards the ropes and threw Leah into the barricade at ringside. Belle bounced off it after she struck hard and crumpled to the floor as Isis walked back to the center of the ring, folding her arms across her chest.

Erica: Credit to Leah for the effort, but no credit whatsoever for what it’s landed her! My head would be rattling about now.

Mark: When I was a kid, some of the others kid where I lived like to play a game called King of the Mountain. This is the FFW version as Isis sends Leah flying and goes right back to the center.

Leah landed on the wrong side of the ring as Kimmi hopped down off the apron, pulling the brunette up and rolling her back into the ring with a devious smile on her face. Morales stalked towards her, stepping over her face as she passed her. A glance to Kimmi, Isis looked back down to Leah before she pulled her up again. The fans only got louder as they changed for the Pistol, inspiring Leah to start connecting with blows to her abdomen. They didn’t seem to have much effect, only stunning her briefly as Leah climbed back to her feet and fired a few more shots. It only made her double over slightly before Leah grabbed her head and connected with a jawbreaker that had much more success! The crowd came to life here as Isis stumbled backwards a few steps before Belle hit the ropes. She came off with a springboard into a spinning knee that caught Isis on the jaw. Morales dropped to her knees on that one as Leah regained her balance, delivering a superkick….and another….and another...and a fourth...four in a row before Isis collapsed forward onto the mat and the fans erupted.

Erica: Leah knows as well as everyone else that it takes something damn special to put Isis down, but she did it! Took a lot out of herself doing it I don’t doubt!

Mark: It’s almost a handicap match with her one on one for most anyone. And Leah knows she won’t be matching power with her anytime soon.

The fans in the arena began to stomp their feet as Leah dove across the Titaness, using some strength just to hook one of her powerful legs in the process. Davis slid into position for the count.

Mark: Leah did it…..she brought down the Future Shock Champion! And she’s looking to put her away right now!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Isis got her shoulder up in time just after the two as Leah sat up, trying to summon her reserves while the Titaness sat up behind her, trying to get her bearings. Leah glanced over her shoulder to see her doing just that before she launched to her feet. Isis began to rise as well before Leah hit the far side ropes, coming off into a handstand.before she wrapped her legs around Isis’ head into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that dropped Isis back to the mat. Leah looked up, almost amazed at herself that she did it! She dove across for the cover again.

Mark: Leah just connected with her SPINNING CHAMBER!! And she looks as amazed as these people here that she managed to pull it off! Is Leah gonna pin Isis?!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Isis got her shoulder up again before the three as Leah sat up, looking around as the sold out crowd was solidly behind her. The Titaness rose to her feet, clearly a bit wobbled before Kimmi made a blind tag to her back when she stumbled into the wrong corner.

Mark: Kimmi sees Isis is getting rocked, and she’s back in again!!

Erica: Kimmi actually doing what some people would consider smart and getting her partner out of what was becoming a very dangerous situation!

Lizzy dove into the ring, catching Kimmi with a few shots as the referee tried to get Isis out. Taylor planted her head and hoisted her up for a powerbomb, only for Leah to come off the top rope with the avalanche shiranui!

Mark: BOMBSHELL!!

Lizzy went straight at the Titaness as Leah hooked Kimmi’s leg before the referee dove into position!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The fans erupted in a roar as Leah got back to her feet as Lizzy broke away from the dazed Isis. Davis raised both their hands in victory as Lizzy hugged her partner, raising her hand again.

Erica: Payback’s a bitch guys! And with style!

Herbie: Your winners of the match……..THE PISTOLS!!!!

Mark: All credit to Lizzy for taking advantage of the confusion, and with one big time Bombshell on Kimmi, the Pistols stand tall at Chaos Theory! That was impressive!

Erica: Impressive beyond words! Not only for their win, but for Leah being the MVP of that match and almost having Isis down!

Mark: A huge victory for the Pistols here tonight at Chaos Theory, and I don’t blame them for getting out of Dodge with Isis on the move! Well done to Lizzy and Leah!

An angry Isis seemed to be going after the girls before they exited to the floor, beaming from ear to ear as the fans roared in approval for them. The girls made gun signals with their hands and blew across the fingertips as Ascension was none too enthusiastic in the ring.



Caroline's Got Next

After a brief commercial for the next main roster Pay Per View Relentless, we return to the back and find the Chief Operating Officer himself standing outside his office with “Killer C” herself. Cody gives his friend a short hug before he begins. The Instant Classic returns the hug, before checking her ring gear once more.

Cody: Caroline, I know you got the tag match coming up and everything with the Demidov Sisters, and I’m confident you and Jo will do fine. But I wanted to talk with you about Relentless. I know it’s still a little ways off and all, but what I want to tell you….I think you’d appreciate all the advance notice possible for preparation purposes.

Caroline: What’s the situation boss? Samantha want me to follow Amy back to the swirling mass of evil that birthed her? Because I’m going to need holy water, a priest, three swords...

Cody: Well no, but we are going to be watching this thing with Starla VERY closely. This was our mutual idea though. And the news is that whoever wins in the main event will defend the FFW Championship one on one against you at Relentless, whether it be Scarlett or Aimee.

The Instant Classic’s eyes widen to saucers before Cody gets hugged once more, and subsequently lifted off the ground slightly. She finally does let him go, clearing her throat and beginning to straighten up before shaking her head slightly.

Caroline: Well... Right then. I’m looking forward to it one way or the next. Scarlett... Well, your wife has become something like the Mount Everest, to be quite honest. I’m not sure whether or not the... Perfect match...

C says that in a slightly sardonic tone before continuing.

Caroline: Can be wrestled, or as close as it gets, but if it’s her I’m going to give everything I have. Same of course with Aimee. I am currently sitting one to one with the Serpent and it would be nice to find out who rolls on top. Even better with the title up for grabs. I want that thing boss. I may not get to claim to be the first ever FFW Champion out of Future Shock, but honestly... Even the idea of being FFW Champion is a feather in the cap itself.

Cody nods in agreement.

Cody: It’s been a long time coming and well deserved. No matter who it is, I am positive you will give everything you have towards the match in preparation and practice. And I can think of no one who deserves it more. We’ll either have a rematch from the Femme for All finals or certainly a dream match. Either way, I’m looking forward to seeing it and who is leaving tonight with the title. I can personally vouch for the fact that Scarlett has been itching to get in the ring, so Aimee may find a more game challenge than even she is expecting tonight. And that’s not to say she isn’t well prepared. Are you going to be pulling for one over the other tonight?

The Instant Classic sucks the side of her lip and after a few moments of consideration she shakes her head.

Caroline: Nope. Simply put no matter who wins, we’re getting a sort of... Revamping of the FFW title division. Given my shot now and the rematch we had in the Femme For All finals? That was just a taste but now... Things are picking up. Scar, Aimee, Me... Kelly...

Caroline’s shoulders fell slightly and she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Caroline: ...Mika. Point remains, I’m just gonna lean back and watch, no pulling for either.

Cody: Well it’ll be a barnburner either way. And...if Samantha stays the course on who the champion will meet at Unstoppable this year….

Cody lets out a long whistle as a production assistant pulls him aside. Caroline pats Cody on the shoulder, and motions herself headed in the other direction to find Jo. The camera picks her up saying a single phrase as she departs.

Caroline: The world is watching...

[Adam Grant]

After a video package highlighting the history of Alysson Gardner and Desirae Kain going all the way back to their rocky partnership with Team France, their implosion at Global Wars, their attacks on each other afterward and then their most recent skirmish against the Gray sisters. As the video ends, “Trying to Be Cool” by Phoenix blares through the arena and the crowd boos as Desirae Kain strolls out onto the stage.

She stands there for a moment, shaking her head at the crowd’s reaction to her before giving a cut throat motion to backstage which cues her music to stop. She takes a mic that’s in her hand and raises it up with a smirk as she looks around at the crowd and slowly makes her way down to the ring.

Desirae: For all of you that haven’t been living under a rock and have been paying attention, a few days ago on my Twitter I told the world that I had a shocking announcement to make tonight that would rock my opponent tonight to her very core. And I meant it. Because whatever happens in this little match that we have coming up here…………

She motions to the ring and shakes her head.

Desirae: I promise you that by the end of this night, Alysson Gardner’s life will never be the same ever again.

She gives the crowd a wry smirk, though they just boo her and start a loud “you suck” chant at her.

Desirae: Because I know that Alysson prides herself on being a bit of a bully and badass. She loves pushing people around and she acts like nothing really bothers her, you know? That while she may get a little frustrated or annoyed,  she ultimately doesn’t let it get to her too much. But what I have to tell all of you right now, it’s something that she can’t just shrug off. And I guarantee you that after all of you know about this………

She shakes her head slowly with a toothy grin.

Desirae: You’ll think twice about cheering for her. You’ll give a second thought to buying any of her crappy merchandise over at the table in the lobby of the arena. And if you just so happen to be wearing one of her shirts right now? You’ll probably take it off, throw it down and burn it. Which, to be frank, you should probably do anyway because they’re the most god awful ugly things I have ever seen so you’d be doing the world of fashion a favor.

She reaches ringside and slowly makes her way up the steps.

Desirae: Because your hero Alysson is anything but. I know because just a few days ago I was in contact with someone that knows Alysson very, very well. You see, Alysson Gardner wasn’t always an attention whoring carpet muncher. Once upon a time, she was actually……you know…………normal.

The crowd boos these remarks as Desi gets into the ring and gives them a wide smirk.

Desirae: Once upon a time, she actually had a boyfriend………………

She nods, as if astounded by this revelation.

Desirae: I know, surprising isn’t it? But that’s not it. However shocking it may be that Alysson, the poster girl for dyke rights around here was normal once upon a time that’s just the tip of the iceberg. And right now, Aly’s about to get sunk like the Titanic because that fine gentleman that she was with for years told me that Alysson, your hero was nothing more than a filthy, dime a dozen crack whore.

She shrugs at the boos from the crowd.

Desirae: Quite literally, she was a crack whore. He told me that there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t put in her pipe and smoke. But as if that wasn’t enough, he also told me that Alysson suffered from a very severe overdose. I know that some of you, like me, may have noticed how touchy Alysson is about the subject of children and the reason for that, as it turns out, is because she can’t have any.

The crowd, though some are still booing, is somewhat more quiet at all of this news that’s coming out.

Desirae: She’s sterile. She can never have kids of her own and might I add that the world is a far better place for that fact. But according to her ex, the reason Alysson is sterile isn’t because she was born like that. It’s because the stupid dike had a very severe overdose some years ago. I don’t know if it was to off herself or what, but it’s a damn shame that she didn’t succeed!

Having heard enough of this, “Adrenaline” hits the sound system and the crowd erupts with cheers as an angry, red faced Alysson Gardner charges down the entryway with a crowbar in hand and slides into the ring. The sound of static can be heard as Desirae drops the mic and takes off out of the ring, Alyson in quick pursuit. Around the ring the two of them go, Desirae sliding back in the ring for Alysson to slide in after her, Kain cutting her off at the pass with stomps, but Gardner is a woman possessed, fighting off and shoving Desirae back, quickly picking up the crowbar and swinging for the fences, connecting with Desirae’s midsection instead. Alysson goes for the headshot, but Desi drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, scampering up the ramp, but Alysson isn’t letting her get away that easy, giving chase. Sensing she wasn’t going to be able to escape, Desirae goes on the offensive, tackling Alysson as she charged in into the guardrail, forcing her to drop her weapon. Kain picks it up and smirks, smashing it across Alysson’s face like she was interrogating Jason Todd. The crowd gasps as referees come storming out from the back. Desirae goes for another shot, but Gardner ducks down and swings up, catching Kain with an uppercut, stunning her and knocking her back into a group of referees, who try and keep them separated. A few go to check on ALysson who bull rushes through them, picking up the crowbar on the way and striking Desirae’s right arm, the only part she could get at before being pulled apart by the officials.

Mark: Good Lord, someone do something!

Mai: It looks like things are finally calming down, if Alysson didn’t want those things said, maybe she shouldn’t have done them?

Mark: Oh stop it! Desirae totally crossed the line here tonight and I’m getting word that this match has been called off.

Mai: What? I wanted to see the crack whore get what she had coming!

Mark: Desirae’s lucky if you ask me, Alysson looks ready to kill.

The referees were able to finally separate the two women, Alysson screaming out at Desirae who’s already backstage.





We're sent back to the main arena as ring announcer Herbie Richmond stands by.

Herbie: The following contest is a TORNADO team match set for one fall... And it is for the FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONSHIPS!

NO WE'RE NOT GONNA DIE TONIGHT

As “Not Gonna Die” by Skillet plays over the sound system, the duo of Chrysta and Shizuka slowly walk onto the ramp, surrounded by blue and gold lights and visuals.  With determined looks on their faces, the girls walk down the ramp, not taking their eyes off their destination.

Herbie: Introducing first: the challengers! Making their way to the ring from Los Angeles California... The Ice Queen, Chrysta... The Golden Fury, Shizuka Miyamoto... CHANGE! OF! HEART!

Approaching the ring, Chrysta walks up the stairs while Shizuka rolls into the ring, holding the ropes open for her partner. Once Chrysta is inside Shizuka removes her coat, and Chrysta hands her robe to the referee. The girls go to the center of the ring, ready for a fight.

Mark: They have been grinding and hustling since Unstoppable for a chance at the Tornado Championships, and now they have another chance! Chrysta and Shizuka have been on an uphill path, and now they face the Express for a title they've been aching to get for so long it shows in their expressions.

Zack: Very few teams have fought fo their breaks as hard as those two women, and they've been longing for this opportunity at the two-time Tornado Champions for a long time indeed.

I K U Z O !

Cue the chiptunes and 8-bit sprites! and the BSX Lightspeed App (presented by Nakamura Global) blasting out a notification from the Cosmos’s favorite team! Coming dashing out from the back is Andi Takata, hopping about excitedly, while her partner Kaoru Asaka follows behind at a more reasonable pace. 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. Asaka springs up with her fist high in the air, and walks down to the ring, past... Asaka tries to get past Andi to get to the ring, as she's hopping around and excited to be here!

Herbie: And their opponents: At a combined weight of 280 pounds... From Akasaka, Japan, and the Great Cosmos... The Blazing Rage, Kaoru Asaka... The Magical Princess from Outer Space, Andi Takata... The REIGNING AND DEFENDING FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONS -- BURNING! STAR! EXPRESS!

POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles. Wyld Stallyns? NO! The girls ascend the turnbuckles! And after another pose, they climb down from the turnbuckles and get ready for their match as the music fades down. In the center of the ring, they meet Chrysta and Shizuka, who offer their hands for a handshake before the match is underway, which Andi and Kaoru gladly accept.

Zack: And a great display of sportsmanship from the challengers. We're in for a treat, ladies and gentlemen.

Mark: The Change of Heart have proven since the beginning they've a very hard-working team, students of the craft.

The two pairs circle the ring for a little while, studying the rival team, and then in a burst of action, both teams run up to the center of the ring, with Andi locking up with Shizuka and Chrysta doing the same to Kaoru. Both teams stand their ground very solidly, struggling to make some winning move. Chrysta is the first one to find some money as she manages to outwrestle Kaoru and put her in a side headlock. Andi answers that with a kneeling stunner that dazes Shizuka temporarily, for just enough time for the Space Princess to put the Golden Fury in a headlock of her own. Shizuka reacts to Andi by leaning forward, pressing her against the ropes. Kaoru manages to shove Chrysta away from her, and then with a second shove the Raging Blaze sends the Iee Queen into the ropes herself. As Chrysta bounces and sees herself running across the ring, Shizuka releases Andi from the ropes, also launching the blue-haired dynamo across the ring. Chrysta and Andi find themselves in a collision course with one another, bracing for impact as they prepare disputing shoulder tackles. They then collide, and with her obvious strength advantage, it's Chrysta who knocks Andi on her ass.

Mark: Good back and forth to start us off, but suddenly is the Change of Heart with a slight dominance over the champions!

Zack: It's just the beginning, but if this is how they're going to play, I can't wait, and I'm sure you can't either, to see how deeply have the Express been studied by the contenders.

Shizuka makes her way up to Chrysta as Change of Heart regroup; this proves to be an error as Kaoru comes running for them, clubbing them with a double clothesline... NO! Shizuka and Chrysta duck under Kaoru's arms as the Japanese wrestler misses wildly and runs past them, going all the way across the rings to find the far ropes. Andi, still stirring a bit, misses it as the Change of Heart welcome Kaoru back with a stereo kitchen sink. The crowd is wow'd as Kaoru flies in a somersault clutching at her stomach, eventually rolling to ringside.

Zack: And the Change of Heart with a move straight out of Kaoru's book, with that massive knee shot to the gut!

Mark: And with Kaoru taken down by her own specialty, the Change of Heart are definitely on the drivers' seats!

After telling Chrysta to deal with Andi in the ring, Shizuka takes aim and waits for Kaoru to come to her feet at ringside. Bouncing on the ball of her feet, she takes impulse and the runs the ropes, jumping out of the ring into the Blazing Rage with a suicide dive. This split second of distraction for Chrysta is all Takata needs to react, sweeping the Ice Queen's leg and sending her to the mat. Chrysta breaks her fall landing on her hands, quickly pushing herself back up. Andi kicks up to her feet and then strikes Chrysta with a big boot to the stomach, folding the Alaskan over. Andi then grabs Chrysta by the head and forces her back to her feet, putting her in a facelock... that goes nowhere, as Chrysta grabs Andi by the head and falls backwards, scoring a lungblower to the smaller woman. Meanwhile, outside the ring, both Kaoru and Shizuka are beginning to get to their feet, still feeling the suicide dive, both attacker and victim. Kaoru reacts faster though, as she runs up to Shizuka and strikes her with a spinning wheel kick to the side of her head, making the Asian wrestler collapse like a brick. Asaka then notices Chrysta's advantage over Andi inside the ring and dives in, flipping Chrysta around and folding her over once again with yet another gut kick... No! Chrysta blocks Kaoru's kick, and counters that with a knee shot of her own! Kaoru bows, and Chrysta hooks her, scoring a fisherman's suplex to Asaka!

Mark: Chrysta putting her technical background in action against Kaoru, they're really determined to get it done tonight!

Zack: And remember, there are no countouts or breaks in a tornado match, and Shizuka and Kaoru's fighting outside the ring is all-- Wait, no, here comes Shizuka!

Outside the ring, Shizuka begins to stir, still oblivious that Chrysta is being pretty much relaying opponents -- as soon as Kaoru is down, Andi is back up as she takes a clubbing shot to Chrysta's back, and then shoves her to the ropes. Chrysta then bounces and comes tunning back, Andi spins and hits Chrysta to the stomach with a powerful mule kick. Chrysta goes to her knee as she staggers back, and Andi puts her high-flying mastery to use as she bounces on the ropes and flies into Chrysta, grabbing her head with her legs in mid-air and bringing her down with a legscissors neckbreaker. Chrysta seems to be down and out, but before she can make the cover on the Ice Queen, the Lucky Star is spun around by Shizuka, back in the ring, being dazed by the flurry of jabs and elbows the Asian wrestler is throwing her way.

Zack: Shizuka with the flurry of jabs-- That's what she wants to do to daze Andi, get her punch-drunk before she can take flight.

Mark: And you have to admire Shizuka's ring awareness. She picked the exact right time to abort on one front and come to the other. Now Shizuka has Andi right where she wants.

As Andi is dizzy, Shizuka grabs her by the arm and shoots her across the ring, forcing her to crash hard into a corner. Takata goes to her knees with the impact, and Shizuka waits for the perfect chance to attack, as the Lucky Star uses the ropes as leverage to get back up. Again bouncing on the balls of her feet, Shizuka rushes to the corner, trying to smack Andi with a high knee to the face... But Andi telegraphs that and throws herself out of the way, and Shizuka hits her knee into the corner post! As Miyamoto crashes to the ring, Kaoru and Chrysta, who were stirring, continue the fight. As they make it to their feet, Chrysta frustrates Kaoru's attempt at a muay thai lock-up by throwing a snapping kick to her shin, and then spinning and throwing a discus back elbow to her head. Kaoru seems to be dazed, and Chrysta goes for the attack with an attempt at a spear. Kaoru isn't dazed though, and she proves that by leapfrogging over Chrysta and watching as, much like her partner, the Ice Queen meets the turnbuckles, hitting her head and then going to one knee, with her back turned to the center of the ring.

Mark: OUCH! Crash and burn! Chrysta missed that spear and... Did you HEAR that impact!

Zack: I did, man, and it was nasty! the impact of Chrysta's shoulder into the metal post may be a game changer right here!

Andi stalks over the fallen Shizuka, waiting for the Golden Fury to get up to her feet. As she does, Andi turns her around and goes off with a barrage of palm strikes to her chest, pressing Miyamoto against the corner. With Shizuka trapped, Andi jumps for Shizuka's stomach to launch her across the ring with a monkey flip... But Shizuka shoves heraway before she can arch back. Andi dives into Shizuka for a splash... Shizuka foils her again by diving out of the way. Before Andi can figure out what just happened, Shizuka hovers behind her and smacks Andi's head using both hands in a bell clap. Andi's brain is rocked and she loses all her balance, falling right into Shizuka's arms, who arches back and hurls Andi across the ring with a releasing tiger suplex. Kaoru realizes Shizuka has gotten advantage over Andi and changes targets, charging at Shizuka and smacking her silly with a BRUTAL big air dropkick to the face!

Mark: BIG FAT KICK!!!

Zack: Right to the face, and Shizuka is OUT COLD!

Chrysta is finally getting her bearings back as she gets up, watching as Shizuka collapses lifeless like a bag of stones. The only obvious thing for Kaoru to do is turn around, and as she does so, she notices Chrysta back to her feet. Asaka puts her defenses up as she tries to read the Ice Queen's next move. When she realizes Chrysta's more dazed than awake, she reels back and hits the ropes, striking Chrysta down into the mat with a crossbody block. The two women collapse, and Kaoru mounts on Chrysta, hammering away with a very MMA-esque ground pounding routine until she's pleased. Kaoru then drags Chrysta back to her feet and hurls her into the corner, where the Ice Queen stays put, seemingly into la-la land. But it's when Kaoru comes charging with a knee splash that the Alaskan wrestler ducks and Kaoru hits her chest on the top turnbuckle, being rebounded back into the ring, falling on her ass. Chrysta, out of sheer spirit (or guts), dashes out of the corner and smacks Kaoru up the head with a Yakuza kick delivered with extra malice. Kaoru collapses, and Chrysta hooks Kaoru's leg, making the first cover of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- HEY!!!

Even though Kaoru does kick out in time, what really breaks the whole thing is Andi throwing herself into Chrysta, breaking the cover. Chrysta and Andi get up, and Andi starts throwing kicks and more kicks and even more kicks to Chrysta's midsection. She then runs back to the ropes as Kaoru is slowly getting up from her nasty kick to the head; the Space Princess bounces on the mid rope and flies into Chrysta for a bionic elbow... that Chrysta dives to dodge, and Andi lands "safely" on Kaoru's lap. Kaoru throws Andi a dirty stare, and the Lucky Star just shrugs and gives her partner a funny look... before shrieking "BEHIND YOU!" This is enough for Kaoru to realize it's Shizuka, as she thinks fast, putting her own partner through a fallaway slam. Andi finds Shizuka on her way down, and the blue-haired sparkster and the Golden Fury collapse into the mat. Chrysta capitalizes on this distraction by hopping on the mid rope herself and waiting for the perfect moment to bounce back, stalling for time. Eventually, she leaps into Kaoru with her arm out for a diving clothesline that catches Kaoru right in the nose. Both women collapse, and Chrysta quickly kicks up to her feet, dragging Kaoru back up by her waist and then arching back with a vertical suplex... But SOMEHOW Kaoru manages to grip Chrysta's head and land on her feet, putting the Ice Queen in an inverted facelock! Asaka lifts Chrysta into a vertical suplex and then smashes her into the turnbuckles behind her! In the meanwhile, Andi, who has landed on top of Shizuka, makes the cover for a pin!

Zack: Back drop into the turnbuckles! They're going all out with the hurting tonight, this is what championship matches are all about!!!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! Shizuka powers out with authority.

Mark: Kaoru's sense of space put Andi right where she wanted to, but still a near-fall! Shizuka kicks out!

As Shizuka pushes Andi away from her, Kaoru grabs Chrysta by the head, forcing her back to her feet. At first, Chrysta seems to be playing the role of the ragdoll, seemingly out of consciousness at all... But again, out of nowhere, Chrysta kicks up and grabs Kaoru's head, yanking back on her neck and mountng on her with a cobra clutch! Kaoru starts struggling on the mat, as Chrysta tugs as hard as she can. Eventually, Asaka reaches the ropes... and nothing happens, because tornado matches don't contemplate rope breaks. Kaoru keeps struggling, but there's no signs that she's going to tap out anyway...

Andi: SHINING STAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!

And with that scream, Andi shows up and smashes her knee into Chrysta's skull, forcing the break. Chrysta falls limply to the side completely offline, but Andi leaves her defenses wide open after that. That's when Shizuka surprises her by yanking her back by the shoulder and sends her running the ropes. When she comes running back, Shizuka prepares a club with her hands and swings hard fo the Polish hammer... but Andi fakes Shizuka out by hitting the brakes, watching as Shizuka swings into the air, and then jumps for her neck, slamming her into the mat with a spiked DDT! With Shizuka down and out, Andi kicks back to her feet and directs her attentions to Chrysta, who is surprisingly up. with a grin, she jumps for the Alaskan's neck and strikes her with a ferocious cutter that sends the crowd wild! After that, a cover!

Zack: SPACE CRUSHER!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- HEEEEEYYY!!! This time it's Shizuka who bumps into Andi, breaking the fall!

Mark: And Shizuka Miyamoto retributing the favor from earlier in the match!!! We are NOT done yet!

Andi doesn't give herself the time to argue as she quickly gets up and lifts Shizuka up by cupping her chin. Once they're both up (Kaoru and Chrysta are both stirring on the mat), Shizuka surprises Andi and shoves her away from her just the distance enough to piston her leg upwards as hard as she can, smacking Andi's face with a HARD superkick that makes the Space Princess crumble! The crowd goes crazy again, but Shizuka is wise enough not to go for the cover, as she notices Kaoru getting back up! Getting her hands back together, Shizuka swings as Kaoru runs for her, but Kaoru ducks under the clubbing shot and Shizuka again spins out. That's when Kaoru hooks Shizuka's tights and puts her in the vertical suplex setup, right before slamming her skull first into the mat! After that, a cover!!!

Mark: MOMENT OF ZEN, THE EXPRESS WILL RET--

ON--

Zack: HERE COMES CHRYSTA!

Chrysta is QUICK on the draw as she reaches out for Kaoru and YANKS her away from the completely offline Shizuka, dead lifting her into an Argentine rack before dropping her on her head with a Death Valley Driver! All four women are down and wasted by now, but Chrysta finds it in herself to slowly drag herself towards Shizuka, rolling her onto Andi and then staying on top of Shizuka for added pressure, as both members of the Change of Heart pin Takata against the mat!

Mark: AND CHRYSTA WITH THE AVALANCHE!!!

Zack: SHE'S ROLLING SHIZUKA ONTO ANDI FOR EXTRA PRESSURE!!! ANDI IS NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mark: SHE DIDN'T!!! THE CHANGE OF HEART PULLS IT OFF!!!

Chrysta finally rolls away from Andi, and Shizuka doesn't even more for the time being, as "Not Gonna Die Tonight" blares through the PA system. Chrysta only comes to as to what's just happened when the referee hands her the Tornado Championship belt that now... belongs to her and her fiancée!

Herbie: The winners of this match... AND NEEEEEWWW FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONS... Chrysta! Shizuka Miyamoto! THE CHANGE OF HEART!!!

Chrysta lovingly shakes Shizuka into consciousness, as they share the moment of realizing they did it. The lovebirds share a hug and then get up to their feet, celebrating with their championships. Andi, stirring, and Kaoru, groaning, are obviously none too happy with that result. But instead of just walking away, Chrysta and Shizuka go back to where Andi and Kaoru are and offer them their hands to help them up to their feet. With Andi and Kaoru up, the moment is complete as the Change of Heart raise the losing team's hands in the air as the four girls celebrate a match well fought.

Mark: THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the mark of a champion! The Change of Heart are our new Tornado Champions... But I can safely say we win this match, Zack, a fans. That was a classic.

Zack: Indeed. These four ladies went all out on the other team, and they still find it in themselves to praise the other. Congrats, Chrysta, Shizuka! We have new champions in town!



Aspire

The show returns to the back where we find Adam (in a suit and tie no less) standing in front of the Future Shock logo with a tiny black box in his hand, looking very much like a ring box. Standing next to him is Season Five Champion Mel Avilo.

Adam: I promised you guys a major announcement regarding the upcoming relaunch of Future Shock come April 26th. I know I’ve had a few of those, but this one might be the biggest of them all with what I have in mind. And it all revolves around what’s in this box.

The camera briefly zooms in on the black box in his hand.

Adam: When I popped a picture of this up on my Twitter account, our very own Cereza thought it was an ottoman at first...and then that I was proposing to her after that. I want to assure everyone neither of those are the case.

Mel nods, her brow furrowing a little at Adam’s mention of Cereza’s lastest ridiculous statements.

Mel: Well, it is Cereza. Starting to wonder if she’s just getting desperate for attention or something. Still, I’m really quite curious about the box myself. I mean...it’s a pretty small box for something related to Future Shock.

Adam agrees with a nod before he pops the box open to reveal a ring. A ring made of pure platinum with the FFW and Future Shock logos on the side engraved and on top, a sapphire setting that looked like an “A” surrounding by diamond chips. The ring resembled a championship ring one might see in sports. Mel, taking half a step closer to Adam to look into the box, adopts a somewhat perplexed expression.

Mel: Well, that is a most extravagant ring. Don’t keep us all in suspense, what’s it for? Is someone going to try and win it or something?

The camera zoomed in for a close up as Adam began.

Adam: This is called the Aspire Ring. Aspiring, get it? Anyway, this isn’t a championship so much as it is a key. A key to unlock a lot of opportunities in Future Shock after the relaunch. This ring will be defended by whoever holds it, more often than any other title in FFW honestly. If the wearer successfully defends it three times in a row, they can cash it in to me and get themselves a guaranteed shot at the Future Shock Championship one on one. That goes for the alumni and the inaugural class rosters both. But there may be a reason for the girls in the inaugural class...not to give it up after just 3 defenses if they can get that far. Because just for them...and if they make it to 5 defenses in a row, they can cash it in and go straight to the main roster without having to wait for the fan poll to send them up. They can take their own destiny in their hand...or on their finger here...and bypass all the voting and move right up immediately by cashing it in to me.

Mel: That...that is a fantastic incentive, especially to the rookies. Those of us who’ve been through the seasons know how hard it is to keep relevant to fans at all times. Make them care when there are so many of you fighting for their affections. So for them, it’s brilliant. For those of us like me who are in this with the idea of becoming Future Shock Champion, it’s an added bonus that maybe...just maybe takes us that one step closer.

Adam: The defenses must be in a row. If you lose the ring in a match and regain it later, it starts all over again. And in case it may not fit on every finger since girls obviously have different ring sizes, there is a silver chain that comes with it so you can put it on that and wear it around your neck. 3 defenses gets you a title shot with the champion, currently Isis, regardless of whether you are on the alumni or inaugural class. But for the newcomers if they can hold it for 5 defenses in a row, well...I’ll have a full roster contract waiting for them the night of the 5th defense and they can go straight to the main roster instead. And because I am shaking everything up with the relaunch, I want you guys to know I’m opening the gate. And even current and previous All Star participants can both go after this ring...and the Future Shock Championship, if they so choose.

Mel: I had always wondered if the All Star girls got a shot at the title, though it wasn’t a huge deal really. It also makes total sense that the defences have to be consecutive, or else you’d eventually get girls saying that they had three successful defences over several months and that would just create a massive palava.

Adam: That’s right, three or five consecutive defenses in a row. And after they cash in for whichever prize, we will have a match on the next edition of Future Shock to determine who gets the ring next. Like I say, it’s not really a championship so much as it is a key to unlocking a lot of options. I didn’t want it to be a title belt, we’ve got those. I wanted this to be unique, and I’d say the Aspire Ring is certainly that and not something I’ve ever seen anywhere else. Not to mention this thing is valued at a little over four thousand dollars. That’s pure platinum with sapphires and diamonds in the setting. It’s gorgeous, if you ask me.

Mel: If you ask most of the roster, I’m sure they’d agree with you. It’s, as I said, great for the rookies especially. Question though; say I’m...Ashleigh Powell. Can I hold it to five defences and then cash in both? I’m not saying Ashleigh would do that, but she was the first of the names that popped into my head.

Adam: No no, it’s one or the other. If you hold it for three defenses, you can either take the title shot or turn it down. You can’t do both. Obviously the five defenses rule wouldn’t interest alumni roster, but for the incoming class, you have to pick one or the other. If Ashleigh or someone else gets three, they have a week to decide what they want to do: hand it off to me and I’ll give them a title match. Or keep it and see if they can get up the ladder to the roster. You can’t sit on it, you have a week after your third defense to decide. You take the shot, or decline it.

Mel nods, giving Adam a smile.

Mel: Fair enough. Of course as you said I’ve no interest in the five rule, but I figured that while it might sound like a stupid question, I would rather ask the stupid question and get it cleared up than let someone think they can do it. Saves you trouble down the line.

Adam: And just to make one more thing obvious if it isn’t already. Whoever is the Future Shock Champion cannot contend for this ring, they are ineligible for it since it’s obviously tied to setting up challengers for them. So for example right now if this ring were active, Isis would not be permitted to challenge for it.

Mel: I won’t lie, it would amuse me so damn much to see the Future Shock roster going batty over trying to get this ring off Isis who would literally hold it only for the shits. Probably just as well you’re putting that in place though, it seems like something she would do.

Adam: This is just another way I am revamping the entire prospect of Future Shock. I’m looking to evolve it into a brand new experience for both fans and the girls competing in it. It all begins on April 26th. And I’ll have a major announcement on the first show on top of all this. So if I were you guys, I’d make sure to tune in.

Mel: And you’re gonna make us wait two months for it! Boo!

She pouts in a childlike fashion, leaning up to whisper something to him.

Adam: Good luck to Aimee tonight as she attempts to become the first Future Shock graduate to become the FFW Champion.

From there, we head to a video package detailing the history between Savannah Taylor & Valentina Lozano.

[Adam Grant]

A video package shows the many months of events that lead up to tonight’s match, starting all the way back to Sin & Sacrifice from September. From there, we head back tothe ring and Mark joined by...a guest.

Mark: Coming up next is a match a long time coming, and easily one of the biggest grudge matches on tonight’s card. And joining me...which I wasn’t aware was happening...is the woman who defeated Michelle Taylor and sent her out of FFW earlier tonight, Jessica Anderson. Welcome to the booth!

Jessica: Thank you, Mark. It’s a pleasure to be here to give my insightful comments on this contest.

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

The fans let out a boisterous reaction as their focus is directed toward the stage where Domingo stands glaring onto the crowd with a smirk. Then, he makes the following introduction in Spanish…

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

VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!!

Just then, while the intro of "I Want It All/We Will Rock You (Mash-up)" by Queen featuring Armageddon blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage.

As the song officially begins, Valentina steps onto the stage and stands there, looking over at the crowd with a sexy smirk. She turns to Domingo, who takes her hand and willingly kisses it. With a smile, Valentina caresses the side of Domingo’s face with the same hand before confidently striding her way to the ring, with Domingo heading to the back. With the spotlight completely focused on her and the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd, Valentina is soaking up the reaction, 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 she 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. Causally stepping on the men’s backs, Valentina walks up and walks across the edge of the ring. She then reclines against the ropes and callously looks down at the men, giving them a smirk while they get to their knees and properly grace the tops of her boots with kisses before dismissing 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.

Valentina then glares towards the referee in the ring and orders the referee to hold the ropes for her, which the referee reluctantly complies with doing. She wipes her feet on the apron and enters the ring, Valentina strides towards two opposite ring posts in where she climbs up and poses to the crowd with complete confidence. She’s taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.
After going through her ritual, Valentina jumps down and makes her way towards the referee and commands the referee to take off her long coat and then leans against the ropes in a sexy pose as she waits for her opponent to arrive or the match to begin.

Mark: Valentina’s been the primary target of Savannah for some time, and we are going to settle it once and for all. Given Valentina’s recent successes, she is likely riding high off some supreme confidence which isn’t new to her.

Jessica: Confidence is a great motivator. A confident woman believes that she can do anything, and if you believe you can do something then, quite often, you end up doing it.

The fans in the arena are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on.

Herbie: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way down to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at one hundred fifteen pound, she is Savannah Taylor!!

The fans immediately leap to their feet and show a mixed reaction at the arrival of the woman known as the Siren, Savannah Taylor. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, her arms resting at her sides. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before dismissing the people who had the nerve to boo her with a wave of her hand. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her robe and hands that to a stagehand. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights turn to normal and the music to fade out.

Mark: Ever since she arrived in FFW, the Faithful have been very receptive to her! Savannah Taylor is hardly a figure beloved throughout the wrestling world, but in FFW, she seemingly can do no wrong. And that may have something to do with her singling out Valentina all these many months as she has been doing.

Jessica: Savannah has been bullying Valentina for quite some time now, so can you blame her for retaliating? I’m disgusted that the crowd have taken a disliking to the victim in all of this!

Referee Kevin Fisk barely has time to ring the bell before Savannah takes off towards Valentina after the entrance concludes. It brings the fans to their feet as the blonde starts hammering shots at Valentina, catching her off guard for a moment before the brunette fires back with shots of her own. Being slightly stronger, Lozano gets the better of the exchange before Savannah rocks her backward with a pair of European uppercuts to the jaw. A kick to the stomach stuns her before Savannah uses a double leg takedown before dropping on top of her, and driving straight right hands into her head, much to the delight of the crowd.

Mark: Taylor couldn’t wait for the bell, Lozano made this woman kiss her feet and humiliated her weeks ago. And Savannah hasn’t forgotten, the Las Vegas native is on fire!

Jessica: She is on fire, but she’d better be careful that the fire doesn’t get extinguished as this match goes on. Momentum is vital.

Valentina managed to roll her off after a few seconds, and as she tried to get up, Savannah was back on her again with hammering shots across her back. She jerked her by the arm towards her, kicking her repeatedly in the body before she fired her into the turnbuckles. Lozano landed chest first against them before Taylor delivered a lungblower as she stumbled backwards. Valentina rolled into the ropes, but that didn’t stop Savannah as she went right back to throwing fists at her head on the canvas before the referee tried to pull her off.

Mark: Valentina Lozano has walked into a whirlwind, and Taylor isn’t listening to the referee. She has to get control of herself, she doesn’t want to get disqualified. I know she’s furious with her, but still…

Jessica: This is typical of Savannah. If she gets disqualified, the record books will show that she lost to Valentina - and that is something that I know she will not accept!

The referee finally pulled her away as Valentina rolled to the floor, but Taylor jerked away from the referee and rolled right out after her as the Auburn HIlls crowd was firmly in her favor. She spun the brunette around before she could get far, and began to unload with knife edge chops across her chest that reverberated through the arena. Savannah grabbed her arm and whipped her into the barricade, but only for a moment before she turned and did it into the ringside steps. Lozano’s back cracked against the metal stairs, causing her to sink to the floor in front of them. Taylor measured and took off, driving a knee into her head and crunching it into the stairs. The blonde’s face was thunderous as she looked down at Lozano, who was leaned against the stairs and holding her head.

Mark: Savannah Taylor is absolutely furious, and Valentina is catching one hell of a beating for it. I don’t think anyone has pushed Savannah as far as Lozano has, and she’s paying for it!

Jessica: I hope that Savannah’s enjoying this, because she can’t keep this tempo going for the rest of the match.

Taylor pulled her up to her feet, bouncing her head off the canvas before she pulled her back and drove her back first into the apron. She rolled her under the bottom rope back into the ring, and rolled in after her as the referee got to an eight count at this point. Valentina was clearly in quite a bit of pain as she started to move towards the far side, once again to get away from her. But Taylor descended on her, pulling her up from behind and dropping her with a side Russian leg sweep. The fans in the Palace began chanting her name as she leaned down to pull Valentina back up to her feet. But Lozano surprised her with a headbutt into the ribs. It stunned the bombshell for a moment, allowing Lozano to get back up and drive her back into the corner. She lowered her shoulder and began to dig in with shoulder thrusts, causing Taylor’s feet to leave the canvas on each shot. Six in a row landed before the blonde dropped to her knees as Valentina took a second to try to collect herself after Savannah’s opening assault. After a brief few seconds, Lozano turned back and delivered a shining wizard to the back of her head that sent Taylor face down onto the canvas.

Jessica: What did I just say? Just like that, Valentina Lozano is in control of this match-up!

Mark: It doesn’t take long for her to turn the tide with those sharp, powerful kicks. But you’re right, Valentina has taken firm control.

As the blonde started to push up, Valentina stood over her back and began to drive clubbing blows with both hands into her back to put her down. Three in row connected before Lozano left her feet, and drove her body down into her back on the fourth. She pulled her head up, and took a seat on her lower back as she applied a camel clutch. Savannah’s face was awash in pain as Lozano cranked back on her head.

Mark: This camel clutch is gonna give Valentina a bit more time to recover after what she went through at the start, plus she’s looking to take some of the fire out of Taylor too by punishing her back.

Jessica: It’s all very well trying to punish your opponent at the start of the match, but if you allow your emotions to get in the way then you’re going to give your opponent an opening to repay the favor - as Savannah is finding out right about now!

Fisk asked her if she wanted to submit, but the blonde refused to do that. Lozano continued to pull backwards on the hold until Savannah realized she was still super close to the corner and got her foot under the bottom rope. The referee called for the break, and Lozano held it till four and a half before she finally let go. The fans in the Palace gave her nothing but jeers as she rose to her feet, grabbing the top rope and stomping away at Savannah’s back ferociously. She ascended the turnbuckle, measuring as Savannah started to push up to her hands and knees before she dropped off with a double stomp into her back. Taylor shouted in pain as Lozano asked her if she wanted to kiss her foot now.

Jessica: Valentina is enjoying her position of dominance, and I say good on her!

Mark: Yeah, that’s not going to work very long. If she doesn’t keep the pressure on Savannah, it is going to come back to bite her.

She started to shove her head away with her foot as Taylor began to try to get up. The powerful brunette pulled her back to her feet, scooping her up overhead into a gorilla press before she walked out from under her and let her drop onto the canvas. Seemingly quite proud of herself, she leanedd own to drag Taylor to her feet from behind. She quickly snatched her around the waist, and delivered a snapping German suplex before she rolled through and did it again...and again...and a fourth time with a release. Valentina sat up with a pleased grin as she looked over the fans in Auburn Hills and draped her elbow across Savannah’s chest for a very lackadaisical cover before the referee dropped to make a count.

Jessica: Valentina Lozano with the pin attempt!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Savannah shoved her off the cover, but her face showed how much pain she was feeling. The brunette shook her head as she got back to her feet.

Mark: She wasn’t going to pin Savannah like that, that was just wasted effort. But Lozano is certainly in firm control, which is quite the departure from how this all started at the bell.

Valentina stood over her, planting her feet against Savannah’s knees before she grabbed her arms and rocked backwards into an elevated surfboard submission. Lozano’s arms and legs were fully extended above her as Savannah’s body dangled above her. The blonde shouted in agony as Lozano kept the pressure applied.

Mark: Jessica, I’m sure you know what this move feels like. And with Valentina’s power, she might could keep this on indefinitely till Taylor has to give it up.

Jessica: Trust me, it doesn’t tickle - and it hurts even more when you give your an opponent a reason to punish you.

Valentina shouted up to her to quit, which the referee asked Savannah if that’s what she wanted to do. But the Las Vegas native wasn’t about to do that, shaking her head as her body remained suspended in the elevated surfboard. The referee checked again as Savannah shook her head. Valentina kept her legs and arms locked above her before Savannah started to try to rock back and forth a bit. She began to really get some motion going, and caused Valentina’s arms to buckle as the blonde fell on top of her and rolled off to the canvas. Lozano didn’t look at all pleased with that as she climbed back to her feet with a scowl. Verbally degrading her the entire time, Valentina pulled Savannah up from behind again, looking as though she were setting up for a German suplex. But Savannah grabbed the top rope with both hands. Lozano tried to snap the suplex again, but Taylor had a death grip on the top rope. Savannah quickly reached behind her, grabbing the Latin Goddess’ head and surprising her….and the crowd….with a stunner out of nowhere! The fans came to their feet as Lozano hit the canvas while Savannah sat not far from her as she tried to pull herself together.

Jessica: Credit where it’s due, that was an excellent counter from Savannah Taylor!

Mark: Glad to see you’re being kinda unbiased out here, even if you sound like you are greatly favoring Valentina more than not.

The blonde tried to gather herself a bit before she turned back towards Valentina, crawling across her and hooking her leg for a cover. The referee slid into position to make the count.

Mark: Taylor with a huge stunner, and Lozano never saw it coming! That could be all!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Valentina rolled her shoulder before the three, though it was clear that her eyes were quite glassy as she tried to regain her senses. With the fans back supporting Savannah again, the blonde started back to her feet. The Las Vegas native grabbed Valentina’s legs, and started to the floor and pulling Lozano’s feet with her. And with a snap, she brought the back of Lozano’s leg down across the apron violently. Valentina rolled over to try to get away before Savannah grabbed that same leg and drove her knee into the apron again.

Jessica: Can we go back to what I said about your emotions? Valentina Lozano made the same mistake, and now Savannah Taylor has the all-important momentum!

The fans were quite supportive as she pulled her towards the corner, and applied a figure four leglock around the post. Lozano shrieked in pain as Savannah pulled as hard as she could. The referee got to four and three quarters before she finally released the hold and got back to her feet, still favoring her back.

Mark: Now we’re seeing the vicious streak that Savannah is well known for having, and I know what she’s setting up for.

Jessica: I’m sure if Valentina was fully aware of where she is right now, she’d have a fair idea too.

Savannah slid back into the ring as Valentina crawled away from the corner, still favoring her knee for obvious reasons. Taylor pulled her up to her feet before she snapped off her corkscrew neckbreaker that planted Valentina!

Mark: That’s called the Gambit, and Valentina’s group knows it well because Savannah’s used it more than once against them!

Jessica: But this time, she appears to have delivered it with even more of a purpose.

Valentina started to crawl towards the ropes slowly, trying to use them to pull herself to her feet. Taylor doubled back after her as Lozano surprised her with a back leg roundhouse kick that caught her flush on the jaw. It dropped the blonde to her knees as Valentina tried to get some feeling back in her leg. But that didn’t keep Savannah down for very long as she was already starting to get back up. She charged across with a clothesline, but Lozano ducked out of the way. And as soon as she turned back around, Lozano went for her bicycle kick!

Mark: Lozano going for the Priceless Kiss!

And the kick connected beautifully as Valentina collapsed on top of her, thanks to her leg as she hooked both of Savannah’s legs for the cover. The referee dropped to make the count.

Jessica: Oh, look. Savannah is out!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Valentina sat up, pain grimacing her face as she looked down to her injured knee and tried to pull herself together while the referee raised her hand.

Mark: I’ll tell you what, these two women took each other to task like no one has done before but in the end, Valentina found a way!

Herbie: The winner of this match……..VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!

Jessica: Savannah Taylor gave it her all, but it just wasn’t good enough.

The Latin Goddess rose to her feet, basking in the disdian of the crowd as she leaned against the ropes to hold her up before she rolled out to the floor.

Mark: Valentina Lozano turns back one hell of a challenge here at Chaos Theory, and Savannah has nothing to be ashamed of.

Jessica: Just like when she lost to me a few weeks ago!

Savannah started to pull herself together as she happened to glance towards the broadcast table and see Jessica. A scowl crossed her face as Jessica smirks and gives her a sarcastic wave. From there, we head to the back.






Herbie: The following match is scheduled for one fall to the finish..!

Zack: This match may be a nightmare for Jake, but for everyone else in attendance, it’s looking like a dream match.

Steph: I guess Zack, but personally? I’m just out here to see which nail sticks up first before I have to hammer ‘em down.

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 houselights 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.

Zack: Kaylee is still hungry for the Evolution Championship, but if you watched her promotional video, there’s a certain want tonight for her to prove something, not only professionally but more personally. On behalf of Jake, on behalf of Canadian fans, among other things.

Steph: Eh, Clarke only saying what quite a few of us have known. The only difference is you guys will take her opinion better than say, mine or Willow’s or Valentina’s.

“THE KING OF THE RING! UNDISPUTED!
THERE’S NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE!”

The crowd rumbles when the first words of “The Demon’s Blade” echoes throughout the dimmed arena. Multiple white lights begin to swirl and strobe around the arena as the LCD screen comes alive with the images of a young woman in a white hoodie vest, her hood pulled up over her head. The hood obscures her eyes and a gas mask hangs off the vest’s left arm sleeve like a shoulder pad. The sound of death and destruction follows up with the words “THE FALLEN” as it appears on screen.

“Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe,
Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries!
I always understood that the pain was a necessity,
put the pressure on you until we exchange densities.”

Eileen Amaro walks out onto the entrance stage to the roar of the crowd, her eyes focused no longer on the ring as she would have usually, instead staring up at the video wall but her reaction is completely horrified, and mouthing “This... This-thisn’t right. It isn’t right”. The Tsunami looks disbelieving at the reminder of what she used to be, her hands falling at her side and then suddenly the lights and music completely shift... Back to her regular music. Back in the ring, Kaylee’s eyebrow is arched.

Yeah, here comes the water…
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I,
This time, you see…! (HEY! HEY! HEY!)”

Cory:  From Ocean City, Maryland, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds. She is “THE TSUNAMI,” EILEEEEEEEEEEN...AMAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Eileen enters the ring and slowly makes her way to her corner of the ring, rolling her neck from side to side before bouncing up and down, her eyes keep shooting back to the video wall, even though everything has gone back to normal. She hands her vest to the timekeeper.

Zack: Eileen’s old music when she was going through her problems began playing and it... Might have been a production truck incident or... Something. Either way it looks like it’s thrown the Tsunami off her game slightly.

Steph: (Choking back laughter)

DING! DING! DING!

The very moment that the bell rings motioned on by Malcolm Parks, Kaylee explodes at the Tsunami and rushes her down, sliding on her knee pads and catching Eileen with a front sliding chop block, chipping Eileen at the leg before she immediately leaps and drops a knee down into the back of Amaro’s before she reaches down and tries to hook her hands around the right ankle of The Tsunami, causing Eileen to roll away and drop to the corner, hanging up against it with her eyes narrowed darkly as she realizes Clarke’s strategy early on. Clarke drops to a grappling stance and Amaro obliges her, the two locking up before Kaylee pretty much stomps the heel of her boot into the right ankle of the Tsunami, breaking the collar elbow tie up before dropping down and executing an leg sweep to get the Tsunami off her legs and dropping on her rear end! She succeeds there and Kaylee shoots back up to go for a straight up head kick to the Tsunami, causing her to roll out of the ring and stare at Clarke, breathing out.

Eileen seems to be deciding how best to get back in this, already giving up control from the very start as Clarke is pacing back and forth in the ring, challenging, daring, begging The Tsunami to get back into the ring, although Eily still seems thrown off by the whole Fallen thing. For a moment she looks back at it and then looks back at Kaylee who just stares hatefully at her. Amaro asks Kaylee if she was behind that crap, and Clarke doesn’t seem to hear her, just pacing back and forth still, begging Amaro to get back in the ring and dance with her. The Tsunami, looking mildly irritated now and realizing she’s not going to get any straight answer from Kaylee rolls back into the ring and just as Kaylee comes down looking for another front chop block, the moment she gets back up Amaro makes her eat the side of her hand with a knife edged chop that Kaylee only answers back with a chop right back before stomping down on Eileen’s right ankle once more, causing the Tsunami undue pain before Kaylee rushes her with a double leg takedown before hooking The Tsunami’s right leg under her arm and beginning to peg it with her elbows.

Zack: Kaylee has her target tonight, she’s going to soften up The Tsunami’s right ankle for her ankle lock and not only that but definitely cut off all her speed.

Steph: A smart way to go. She doesn’t want Amaro in the air but she can likely outwrestle her.. That’s where problems occur. The only question there is if she can put Eileen on the ground... Can she put up with The Tsunami’s strikes... Amaro seemed to wonder for a moment if Kaylee was behind her entrance problems but she seemed to realize quick that isn’t Clarke’s style

Amaro attempts to try and shove Clarke off of her limb, yet Kaylee is completely unrepentant in working it over, dropping her elbow against the flesh and bone before she breaks away for a moment only to drag Eileen over to the ropes and hang her ankle between the first and second ropes. Clarke grabs the top ropes and bounces herself up before she does a ground pound right down on the right ankle of Eileen, causing the Tsunami no undue end of agony as she rolls around on the ground, hugging her ankle in pain and shaking her head as Kaylee stares down at her before reaching down and grabbing her ankle from her, dragging her right back to the ropes before hanging it over the ropes once more, the intention to repeat what she just did coming down once more. She hangs it against the first and second ropes before she looks down and screams at the Tsunami “THIS IS MY HOUSE, BITCH!” before she launches herself upward thanks to the ropes once more and comes down ass-first on Eileen’s ankle once more!

The crowd groans in sympathy for the Tsunami, not seeming to be sure how to take Kaylee’s attitude on the match, though she still gets a degree of cheers as Kaylee drags Eileen to the center of the ring and collapses on top of her, sitting on her chest and hooking her legs under her arms!

OONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Eileen gets the shoulder up, shooting her arm up and Kaylee isn’t happy about it in the slightest, grabbing the wrist of The Tsunami to force her to stand up, even if it’s mostly on one good leg before she hooks her arms around Amaro’s waist and looks for a belly-to-belly suplex, only to lift and immediately get countered into lifting arm wrench into a wicked DDT! It looks for a moment as though Kaylee is frozen in place, doing a handstand before she collapses right next to The Tsunami. Amaro KIPS right back up though she hunches over on her right leg, favoring it after the amount of punishment that Kaylee has put on it but refuses to say die, even with it aching her. Eileen still runs it on, throwing caution to the wind and catching Kaylee with a flying forearm, knocking her down before she runs to the ropes as Clarke is stunned, only to come back, putting a hand on her head and bouncing Kaylee’s face right on her knee with a facebreaker smash across it! Kaylee looks dazed and it doesn’t help matters when she takes two kesagiri chops, one from Eileen’s left hand and then another from Eileen’s right. Kaylee puts her guard up but she looks worse for wear, stumbling back a little punch drunk. She stumbles right back into a flapjack kneebuster, putting Kaylee on her knees just in time for for the Tsunami to finish her chain of moves off with a Shining Kenka Kick and Clarke goes down!

Zack: THE REIGN OF BLADES! Eileen has unleashed an all out offense on Kaylee and taken this match right back! There’s the cover!

Steph: ...Joy. Let the good times roll. Truly.

OONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWOOOOOOO!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Kaylee kicks out and The Tsunami isn’t having it, putting a hand on the back of Kaylee’s neck and forcing her up before hooking the back of her head and lifting her up as though in a vertical suplex before twisting right around and dropping her on with a neckbreaker in mid-air, down on her back! She lays her down on the ground, causing her to stare up at the lights but not for long as Eileen immediately follows it up with a standing mushroom stomp on the ribs of Kaylee Clarke, slamming down on her with the soles of her feet and causing Clarke to fold up and hug her ribs before laying on her forehead and her knees, kicking her feet against the mat and shaking her head, looking in pain. Amaro continues pouring on the pressure on Kaylee, but it’s obvious her right ankle is absolutely killing her from every step she takes and every move that she makes. Even the landing on the mushroom stomp causes her more pain than expected!

As Clarke gets herself up, hugging her ribs after that mushroom stomp before she gets forced back up. Clarke isn’t about to let the Tsunami crash over her as she suddenly blasts Eileen across the face with a straight haymaker, neither Eily or the ref expecting that one before Kaylee grabs her by the hair and runs forth, giving Amaro a running bulldog into the second rope turnbuckle, leaving her to hang there, face against the buckle. Kaylee’s eyes narrow before she reaches down to grab the Tsunami’s head and begin to hammer it against the turnbuckle again and again, causing Malcolm Parks to yell at Kaylee and to stop! Clarke holds her hands up, but not before giving Eileen a mushroom stomp of her own!

...

Right on her ankle.

The Tsunami lets out a yell of agony before Kaylee begins to drag her right back to the center and immediately applies the ankle lock!

Zack: Kaylee calls that MY TOE, MY TOE! ...Apparently it’s a reference from the old Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis Ninja Turtle beat ‘em up games.

Steph: ...Y’know, it’s nice to see that Jake has a type. Gotta like a guy who knows what he likes in a girl. Nerdy, oddly sweet, the explosiveness of a half kiloton bomb when their emotions run wild.

Kaylee has the ankle lock applied and bends Eileen’s ankle with impunity, forcing it to bend as The Tsunami grips her hair in pain, shaking her head rapidly when Parks asks her if she wants to give up. She continues shaking her head before she begins to use her hands to pull herself towards the ropes, before it becomes her forearms. Clarke however isn’t having any of it and pulls her right back to the center of the ring. Whether it’s the situation they’re in or just mounting frustration on the part of the Tsunami, she has a look of rage on her face as she punches the mat and executes a front flip tuck and roll, taking Clarke along for the ride with her and dropping her on her back. As Kaylee gets herself up Eileen catches her with a with a VICIOUS spinning back fist that sends her saliva flying into the audience before Eileen does it again for good measure and knocks Kaylee down to the mat.

Amaro forces Kaylee back up before sending her irish-whipped hard into the corner, Kaylee stumbling out and a hand on her lower back before The Tsunami comes down on her with a Rolling Kesagiri Chop that busts her right in the mouth and puts her right back down. Eileen looks to the top rope and begins to mount it after dragging Kaylee to the center of the ring before she climbs up. She points down at Kaylee, looking for a top rope version of the mushroom stomp she just gave her before coming down...!

...

AND STOMPING ON NOTHING!

Eileen grabs her ankle in pain as Kaylee rolls out of the way before Clarke rushes at her and chop blocks her other leg from the front, sending her face down before Kaylee viciously latches onto her right ankle! Instead of grapevining, Kaylee Clarke puts her entire BODY around Eileen’s right ankle, legs hooked around the back of her knee, both arms roping around the bone and twisting like there’s no tomorrow!

Zack: Kaylee with the ankle lock again and she is determined to make Eileen tap out!

Steph: Says you. From where I’m sitting she’s determined to cripple Amaro.

Eileen shakes her head in the mat, fingers clawing and letting out a snarl of agony as Kaylee continued wrenching her right ankle before she decides to slowly, viciously bend it the other direction. The pain begins to be more than The Tsunami can take as her eyes begin to get hazy and she looks like she’s in another place with the pain in her leg seeming to now rack throughout her body. She drops her head to the mat, shaking it in silence repeatedly as Malcolm asks her if she wants to give up. If she wants to give up. Eileen once again uses her forearms to drag herself and the whole of Kaylee’s dead weight on her leg but it becomes a momentous task.

She pulls forward with one forearm.

She pulls forward with another.

She reaches... So close to the ropes and yet so far before Kaylee uncurls herself around the Tsunami’s leg, hooks an arm around it before giving her a Foot DDT into the mat and then wrapping herself back around it, not only pulling Eileen back but causing her more pain than she can take at this point.

With no other options...

...

The Tsunami taps out.

DING! DING! DING!

Herbie: Here is your winner... KKKAAAYYLLLEEEE CCLLAARRRKKEEE!!

Zack: That was quite the spectacle of a match. Unless you’re Jake of course.

Steph: I think I’m hungry for popcorn right now Zack. I’ll be perfectly honest with you.

Kaylee doesn’t let go immediately, disturbingly enough, taking a few moments more but letting go JUST before Malcolm Parks is about to have some words for her. Clarke stands up, hugging her ribs as she stares down angrily at Eileen who looks back at her with a head shake. Whether intentional or not, Clarke’s boot knocks against Eileen’s ankle as the Tsunami winces while Kaylee exits the ring and walks up the ramp, “Paint it black” playing the entire time...





Sibling Rivalry

We rejoin Adam again as he is backstage sitting on a table beside Amanda Gray, showing her the Aspire ring up close that he presented with Mel earlier in the night.

Adam: What do you think?

Mandy: I think….I think it’s beautiful, firstly, since we’re looking at the ring itself. As far as what you’re doing goes, you know full well you have my support no matter how I feel about the idea. Which is not to say that I don’t like the idea, I absolutely love it. Sometimes we just need that little extra push. Which will be great for them. Almost makes me want to take part in the relaunch, but I’ll sit out of it for the time being, I think.

Adam: Well you’re welcome when you do. How did you like teaming with your sister at Breaking Point? You both did pretty well, though no offense when I say it’s not much of a test with against a team who wants to kill each other opposing you. Not taking anything away from you and Jodie, but those did a number on each long before they got to you two.

Mandy: Honestly...I had really, genuinely hoped that Aly and Desi could have put it aside for one night considering where they were. I can’t imagine putting on a display like that if I ever competed in Charlotte. But as it happened, that’s not what they did so Jodie and i just had to deal with it. Well, I had to deal with it...I’m not completely sure Jodie cared how we won so long as we did. Being able to team with her at all was brilliant though, I’d wanted to do that for a while as you knew.

Adam: I’m glad you had a good time with her. Watching that match kinda gave me an idea for Relentless on May 21st. I wanted to see if you were okay with it first though. And if either you or Jodie don’t like the idea, I won’t make it. But….how would you feel going one on one with Jodie at Relentless?

Mandy blinks. Hard. At least twice. She doesn’t answer him straight away, apparently allowing the words to settle in her head and mull them over before answering.

Mandy: Wow...um...I don’t know how to react to that! I mean...yeah, in a lot of ways, facing Jodie would be good for both of us, get some things that need to be said, said. Maybe get people to realise that we are not impervious to each other’s quirks that the other doesn’t like, though I think our match in Paris made that clear too. Find out what Jodie wants to do, and if she wants it, we’ll do it.

Adam: If I don’t see her tonight, I know she’ll be watching this. So if she has a problem with the idea, let me know and it won’t happen. But if she doesn’t and you don’t, well I think we got one highly intriguing match at Relentless and would be one of the few times sisters faced off with each other in a FFW ring, if I'm not mistaken.

Mandy: Second, to be exact. Samara and Kate did on two occasions, though one was a triple threat. So I guess technically third, but we’ll call it second because it;s a different pair of sisters. Which is something else that would make the match interesting; just the fact you don’t see many sibling matches.

Adam: Well that’s the idea, I knew it’d be quite a match and one people would be fascinated to see. But I’m not looking to tear apart any families or anything to do it. If either one of you says no, that is perfectly fine and it won’t affect any future planning at all. I can understand how it might not be great. Because after all, Samara and Kate facing off didn’t exactly bring them closer together.

Mandy: Well I certainly hope it wouldn’t do our relationship any damage. Jodie’s always going to be my sister and best friend unless she really screws up...and she’s not really that kind of person. Kate and Samara’s relationship was toxic anyway.

Adam: Something for you two to think about. C”mon, let’s go watch the tag match with the Demidovs and Red Dead Demolition. It’s up next.

And on that, we head back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

Zack: It’s time for some more tag team action as the Demidov Sisters are about to face Red Dead Redemption. And how about that news that Caroline will be facing the winner of the main event tonight at Relentless for the FFW Championship?

Mai: Most obvious choice ever, considering she did come in second in the Femme for All tournament. And they usually get a shot after the winner does. But I’d rather focus on two blonde beauties about to come out, if you don’t mind.

Herbie: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match.

The intro guitar riff of Muse's "Assassin" hits the sound system  at the 31-second mark, and Natalya walks through the entrance gate, wearing an all-black curtain hoodie, with her head low as her blode hair covers her face.  She stops atop the entrance ramp and looks into the ring, counting her opponents using her index and nodding in acknowledgement before doing a crisp cutthroat motion, proceeding to walk down the entrance ramp.

Herbie: Introducing first... From Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Executioner"... NATALYA DEMIDOV!

Natalya ignores the shower of boos coming her way from the crowd as she tracks down the way, paying the fans no mind. She then climbs into the ring by hopping onto the apron and passes over the top rope, entering the ring and waiting for the competition, without any kind of flair.

Mai: I never thought I’d be jealous of Miles, but I can’t tell you how much I would love to have the attention of Natalya like he seems to have. God, the things I’d let her do to me.

Zack: Images I don’t need in my mind right now, that’s where we’ll file that. Natalya is all power, and she’s going to be a chore for either Jo or Caroline to have to bring down tonight.

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.

Herbie: And her partner, also 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.

Zack: The former FFW Champion, Mika has been trying to get back into the hunt for that title. But she’s no stranger to Caroline and Jo, to say the least.

Mai: She’s faced them both, so she knows exactly what she’s getting into. But when she has a partner like Natalya, she has a massive ace in the hole.

Dirty Dog...! I'm, I'm a dirty dog! I'm a dirty dog!
I'm, I'm a dirty dog! Dirty Dog! I'm a dirty dog! Dirty Dog!

Spotlights begin to trail across the darkened arena and just at that moment Jo McFarlane and Caroline Stark emerge onto the stage,

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw), quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)!
Somethin' you've never seen before! (Never Seen)
And I dare a motherfucker to come in my face!
I got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome) and I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!) and I dare a mother fucker to come in my face!

Herbie: Introducing at a combined weight of two-hundred and eighty-two pounds... She is “The Living Firework” Jo McFarlane and she is “The Instant Classic” Killer C... Together this is... RED! DEAD!    DEMOLITION!

The Instant Classic and The Living Firework make a quick fist bump as “Lapdance” continues to play over the sound system and they make their way into the ring. Both women run down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off in sync with their steps. Jo 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 while Caroline slides in. They ascend opposite turnbuckles and take in the crowd before jumping down and beginning last minute strategy talks as the music dies down.

Zack: I think this is going to be one of the fastest rising tag teams in FFW, there’s just too much superstar talent here.

Mai: It’s interesting that Jo seems to have Mika’s number. They’ve faced off singles wise twice, and Jo’s won both. Seems like that may be in the back of the Red Star’s mind. She may have a point to prove.

The four wrestlers go eye to eye in the middle of the ring staring each other down before Robert Valero attempts to separate them and send them back to their respective corners in order to get the match underway. Jo and Caroline take a moment to discuss strategy before deciding Jo will start the match, facing off against Mika as Natalya steps out onto the apron. As the bell rings the pair immediately move across the ring towards each and Jo looks to take the initiative with a discus clothesline as they close the distance only for Mika to duck underneath it and spin around and instantly hook her arms around Jo’s waist, rushing her forward into the ropes and using the rebound to roll her up into a pinfall.

Zack: They’re wasting no time in trying to put this match to bed, Mika with a rollup!

One…

Tw-

Mai: Way too early for that, Zack. I think she was just hoping to catch Jo off guard, and it really didn’t work.

Jo kicks out of the pin and sends Mika off balance, only for her to find it once more, turn and catch the former No Surrender Champion with a European uppercut to her jaw, followed by a front kick into her stomach that doubled the Scottish wrestler over. The Russian followed it up by using two handfuls of hair to slam her into the canvas. Jo immediately began to rise to her feet as Mika charged towards the ropes, rebounding off and looking for a big boot only to get air as Jo bent backwards to avoid the oncoming footwear and countered the move with a roll-up of her own causing Valero to dive into position.

One…

Two-

Zack: And another near fall here in the opening moments of the match, this time by Jo. They are going for it all fast and furious here tonight in the Palace.

This time Mika kicks out on the two count and as she begins to get to her feet the Russian is staggered backwards courtesy of a spinning back fist from her opponent. Immediately Jo grabs hold of her opponent by the wrist and jerks her forward into a short arm clothesline that knocks the former FFW Champion to the mat. Once more the legal Demidov tries to rise to her feet only to get pulled upright and straight into a headbutt from Jo who follows it straight up with a perfectly executed dropkick into her chest. Yet again Mika finds herself pushing upwards from the canvas and Jo circles around behind her, hooking her arm and head before sweeping her legs out from under her with a side Russian Leg Sweep. Immediately Jo rolls over and into the cover.

One…

Two…

Mai: Nice move from Jo, seems like these two are intent on trying to catch the other off guard. They know each other well with all the matches they’ve had.

Zack: You got that right. Mika would love to say she finally caught a fall on Jo, and you can bet Jo’s fine with going three up on her if she can make it happen.

Mika kicks out once more and begins to rise to her feet as Jo heads for the corner, quickly springing to the top rope and as Demidov gets vertical she launches herself towards her with a missile dropkick catching her square in the chest and sending the Red Star rolling backwards into a neutral corner. Jo pops up to her feet once more and charges forward as Mika yet again manages to find her way back to a vertical base and receives a knee to the midsection from her charging opponent. Grabbing her by the wrist, Jo Irish whips her opponent across the ring into the opposite corner and charges in behind her, leaving her feet for a big splash that only nets her turnbuckles as the Russian wrestler nips out of the way at the last moment.

Zack: There is nothing about hitting the turnbuckles with that speed that feels good. Jo knocked the wind out of herself for sure.

Mai: Yeah well, Mika’s a master of ring awareness. She just happened to be suckering Jo in, I think.

Jo staggers away from the corner and Mika takes the opportunity to swing the match back in her favour by driving Jo into the canvas with a running bulldog. As the legal half of Red Dead Redemption makes it back to her feet, the Russian fires off a volley of stiff kicks into her legs and midsection before snapping off a suplex. Rolling over onto all fours, Jo pushes up to her feet only for Mika to apply a side headlock and drag her over to the Demidov’s corner and make the tag to her sister. Natalya entering the ring, driving a closed fist into Jo’s ribcage as Mika releases the headlock and quickly Natalya lifts Jo off her feet for a scoop slam. As soon as the RDD member hits the mat, Mika leaves her feet and comes down on top with a double knee drop. As the smaller Demidov sister rolls to her feet she finds Valero ordering her out of the ring and Mika obliges, stepping onto Jo’s body as she walks over her and back to the corner, taking up her position on the outside with a smug grin at the referee.

Zack: The complexion will always change with Natalya in the ring, and there’s Mika doing as she was asked in her own way.

Mai: What? Valero asked her to do it, so she did. Surely we aren’t going to chastise for following the referee’s advice.

Bending down Natalya pulls Jo up to her feet by the throat and forces her back into the Demidov corner with a series of straight punches and jabs into her jaw. As Jo hits the turnbuckles, Natalya begins to fire off a series of kicks straight in the former No Surrender champion’s ribs only stopping to pull her out of the corner as Valero’s count reaches four and into a raised knee. Holding her gut the Edinburgh born wrestler almost drops to one knee from the force of the blow but manages to stay upright as Natalya spins her around into a rear waistlock and a second later hurls her through the air with an impressive German suplex that sees her land in front of Mika.

Mai: Kinda like a drive thru, Natalya tossed Jo right into the spot she needed to be. Only way that would have been smoother is if she got Mika some fries while she watched.

Zack: That is the kind of scary power that Natalya possesses. Something Mileena Savage also knows well, since she is the one who broke a cinder block on her knee recently, even if Demidov doesn’t take credit for it.

Once more Natalya stalks the rising Josephine Gudge, positioning herself behind her as she gets to her feet and locks in an abdominal stretch using all of her height and strength to her advantage. Valero checks the hold, asking Jo if she wishes to quit and gets a no from the Scotswoman who grits her teeth as the pain suddenly increases thanks to the Demidov sisters holding hands and pulling backwards, releasing as the official moves to check. As soon as Valero goes back to check on Jo again the Russian siblings resume their partnership, again breaking hands as Valero comes to check while Mika acts nonchalantly. Once more the official moves back into position to check if Jo wishes to quit while the Demidovs work together again in an attempt to increase the torque only to get caught as Valero comes around the other way and physically forces them to unlink hands. Mika screams at the referee for laying his hands on her, only for Valero to fire right back at her, threatening to disqualify the Russians for their actions while Jo manages to shift her weight and escape the hold by sending Natalya to the mat with a hip toss. As the taller Russian sits upright, Jo hurls herself backwards into the ropes, catching Mika with an elbow to her jaw before delivering a low dropkick into the top of Natalya’s shoulders on the rebound.

Mai: Look at Jo, she’s wanting to wrestle a handicap match, I think. I’d pay to see that, let’s make it happen.

Zack: I doubt Jo would be all that interested, she’s not a sadist.

Holding her ribs, Jo rolls to her feet and immediately sets off towards the ropes, springboarding off of them and driving a disaster kick into her chest causing the behemoth Russian to stagger backwards. Again Jo sets off towards the ropes and once more uses them as a springboard, leaping backwards onto her opponent’s shoulders and snapped off a hurricanrana that sent Natalya back down to the canvas. Rolling away, Jo manages to push up to her feet and starts to head towards her corner, getting within fingertips of making the tag only for Natalya to grab her by the ankle. Jo hops on one foot, stretching out trying desperately to make the tag only for Natalya to begin pulling her backwards and away from her partner. As the distance starts to increase between the RDD members, Jo reacts, firing herself into the air and bringing her foot up off of the canvas and firing it upwards and backwards driving her sole into Demidov’s jaw. Natalya releases her foot instantly and Jo rolls forward as she lands, making the tag to Caroline.

Mai: Great….Caroline got the tag….

Zack: And just in the nick of time too, Jo’s been needing that tag for a while now, if you ask me.

Stark steps quickly through the ropes and charges towards the large Russian, ducking underneath the clothesline, hitting the ropes behind her as Natalya turns. Stark launches herself like a Cruise missile towards the leviathan, catching her flush with a Thesz press and sending her to the mat where she immediately begins to fire away with a series of right and left hands as Natalya covers up. Suddenly Killer C rolls away as Natalya attempts to catch one of the flying hands and snare the submission specialist in a triangle choke. The Trinidadian is on her feet quickly and once more runs the ropes as Natalya rises again but only manages to stay upright for a second before she gets her leg taken out from under her thanks to a chop block from Stark who grabs her opponent’s ankle as she rises to her feet and immediately begins to kick away at her thigh while she’s on her back.

Zack: Caroline’s trying to knot up that quadricep muscle on Natalya, and that’s very smart. If she can keep her down, this match gets much easier.

Mai: Yeah well, I’m pretty sure Natalya’s leg are as powerful as any other part of her. We’ll see how long this works.

Valero orders Stark to let Natalya come back to her feet and Caroline releases her arm, allowing Demidov to get to all fours before she comes forward quickly and drives a punt into Natalya’s ribs causing her to roll onto her back once more. Leaving her feet, Caroline comes crashing down on Demidov’s chest with a back splash. As Natalya holds her gut, Stark roll over and grabs hold of her leg once more, flipping the tall woman over before she sat down low on her back for the single leg Boston crab. The referee checks with Natalya who refuses to quit and instead starts to slowly scratch and claw the short distance towards the ring ropes. As she does so, Caroline looks to alter her hold on the leg and lean back a little bit further, putting more pressure on the tall woman’s lower back but in doing so gives Demidov the chance to use her free foot to push her away from her.  

Mai: With legs that long, it doesn’t take a whole lot of effort to push someone off like she did Caroline.

Zack: It also makes submissions difficult in cases, because there are few places she can’t find the ropes if she needs them.

Natalya begins to get to her feet, barely getting them under her before Caroline has her arms wrapped around the giantesses middle and with a grunt of effort sends her to the canvas with a German suplex. Stark rolls away and comes to her feet, catching the rising Demidov with a series of European uppercuts before hooking her head and delivering a DDT. Rolling Natalya over, Caroline makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so.

One…

Two…

...T-

Zack: One powerful DDT from “Killer C”, and a two count to show for it off the blonde giantess.

Natalya kicks out, shoving Caroline away from her and once more the Femme For All runner up gets to her feet and watches for a moment as Demidov begins to rise to her feet before she sprints to the ropes and stops in her tracks as she gets kicked in the back by Mika. Spinning around, Stark lunges for the former FFW Champion only for the smaller Russian to duck underneath the swinging fist and grab Stark by the head as she drops off the apron, stun gunning her over the top rope. The referee immediately reads Mika the riot act as she powershrugs as she returns to the ring apron while Natalya hurls herself forward, driving her shoulder into Stark and knocking her straight down to the canvas.

Zack: I can only begin to imagine what it must feel like to have a woman with that size drive her shoulder into you.

Mai: I’m sure Caroline will happily tell you later, after she swallows her rib cage back into place, Zack.

Natalya takes a moment to get back to her feet and catches Stark with a jab to her jaw before reeling her in and sending her back to the canvas once more with a belly to belly to slam. Yet again Natalya pushes up to her feet and begins to fire off kicks into Caroline’s rib cage as she finally makes it to her knees. Despite the blows the Femme For All finalist fights her way up to her feet and as she does so the giant Demidov scoops her up onto her shoulder and charges towards a neutral corner, dropping her face first into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Stark stumbles backwards towards the middle of the ring holding her face and ends up back in Demidov’s clutches. Natalya presses her hands against the sides of Caroline’s head, squeezing her with a vice like grip before spinning ninety degrees and hurling through the air into the corner containing her sister.

Zack: It’s not often you see a head vise like that one we just did, much less someone LAUNCH Caroline like that!

Mai: I kinda enjoyed it myself. Mika’s certainly approving.

Caroline pulls herself up using the ring ropes and as she gets to her feet, she finds herself crushed in the corner thanks to a huge clothesline from Natalya. As Caroline hangs in the corner, Natalya backs up to the middle of the ring and charges forward with a raised boot, scraping it across her opponent’s face and sending her down to a sitting position in the corner. Immediately Natalya presses her boot across her opponent’s throat choking her out and while Valero implements the five count, Natalya tags in her sister. The larger Russian releases the choke on four, only for Mika to immediately pick up where she left off, pressing her foot across Caroline’s throat and getting another count from the referee that she milks for all it’s worth.

Mai: I like that strategy. Natalya uses that power to perfection, and Mika comes in to sweep up and call it a night!

Zack: It’s hardly over yet. You may be discounting Caroline just a bit too much.

As Natalya leaves the ring, Mika charges all the way across and attempts to catch Jo with a clothesline only for the Scottish wrestler to duck underneath the blow. Before Jo can react, Mika is already on her way back across the ring and into a forward roll, driving her boot into Caroline’s chest. Taking a handful of her hair, Mika brings Caroline to her feet and into a standing hammerlock, pulling her away from the ring ropes before she finishes off the Golden Buster with a DDT. Rolling Killer C over, the Russian goes for the pinfall.

Mai: You were saying about it not being over yet?

One…

Two…

...THR-

Zack: One big time Golden Buster, and to C’s credit, she’s still in this thing!

Caroline kicks out and sits up only for Mika to hook her head from behind as she locks in a Dragon sleeper while on her knees, bending Caroline backwards. The referee checks the legality of the hold and makes sure that Stark doesn’t want to quit as the wrestler pulls at her opponent’s arm. Mika pushes up to one knee, jerking Caroline up and into a more uncomfortable position as she does, further wrenching back on her head in the sleeper hold. Stark looks like she’s starting to fade giving further encouragement to her opponent and as her movements begin to fade, Jo charges into the ring and breaks up the submission hold with a double ax handle blow to the top of Mika’s head. Natalya steps into the ring and begins to come after Jo only for her to catch the Executioner with a drop toe hold. Scrambling to her feet, the Scottish wrestler delivers an elbow drop into her lower back and once more gets to her feet, breezing past Valero as he attempts to restore order and delivers a baseball slide straight into Natalya’s face, who rolls out of the ring and onto her feet holding her jaw. Nodding her head, Jo heads in the other direction, building up a head of steam and into a suicide dive through the ropes, crashing into Natalya and sending her crashing into the crowd barricade.

Zack: Jo was AIRBORNE and just sent Natalya right into the barricade! The fans in the Palace are getting up close and personal tonight!

Mai; Who knew a ringside ticket would get you even closer than ever!

While the referee has his hands full with the two illegal women, the two legal women both make it to their feet and Mika looks to press home her advantage with a spinning backhand punch aimed at Caroline’s jaw only for Stark to block it and counter with an inverted atomic drop. Taking a moment to clear the effects of the sleeper hold, Stark runs for Mika, attempting a clothesline that Mika ducks. Caroline puts on the brakes, turns to face the legal Russian and gets a kick to the groin for her troubles. Quickly Mika spins around into a side Russian legsweep position only to kick Stark’s leg out from under her and drive her spine downwards into the Russian’s knee for the Do Svidaniya. Stark hits the canvas and Mika dives on top of her for the cover, hooking both legs as she does so. Valero takes a moment to realise what is happening with his attention divided by the pair on the outside before he slides into position.

Mai: Turn around, you fool!

One…

Two…

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

Zack: Oh, that was close! Mika might have had it right there, but Valero got his attention diverted.

At the last moment Stark rolls her shoulder and Valero waves the count off instantly. Mika asks for the three, only to get the two count confirmed to her by the referee who gets a barrage of Russian from the wrestler that just by the inflection in her voice sounds less than complimentary. Even as she does so though Mika keeps her attention focused on Caroline, pulling her up to her feet and pulling her towards the ropes as she fires off raised knees into her body. The Russian pulls on Caroline’s hair as they near, speeding up and leaping over the ropes to the floor with a suicide hair pull that snaps her throat over the top rope. As Caroline stumbles backward, gasping for breath Mika slides into the ring and kicks her in the gut. Pulling Stark towards her by the head, Mika looks to get her into a powerbomb position, setting up for the Soviet Burial only for Stark to stand up straight and send Mika to the canvas with a backbody drop, staggering forward and dropping to one knee.

Zack: Brilliant presence of mind from Caroline, she had no interest in being around with that Soviet Burial was done!

Mai: Shame too, Mika had this match won once already as far as I’m concerned. I already have her ahead on points.

Mika rises quickly and runs back at Caroline only to get caught by the Florida resident who lifts her onto her shoulders and into a snap Samoan drop. Mika holds her back as she rises back to her feet with the aid of the ring ropes and once more tries to catch Stark off guard as she rises. But once again Mika finds herself on wrong end of the attack; Caroline coming up from one knee and grabbing Mika, spinning her around and driving into the mat with a spinebuster. Rolling over her, Caroline hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mai: See, that spinebuster still didn’t get the job done! So what now, Caroline?

Mika kicks out and starts to come to her feet only to be caught by Caroline from behind as the girl applies a rear waistlock, moves into position and sends Mika flying backwards with a German suplex straight into the turnbuckles - the blondes head crashing against the middle pad as she slumps into a heap. Mika attempts to crawl out of the corner on all fours only for Caroline to catch her, lifting her upwards with a Karelin lift and dumping her onto the canvas. Stark drops onto her and makes the cover once more, hooking the leg as she does so.

One…

Two…

...THRE-----

Zack: Another near fall for the RDD, and Caroline’s ready for a tag. I don’t blame her a bit, she’s been taking a thumping and giving as good as she gets.

Mika manages to roll the shoulder and Caroline moves to her corner, tagging in her partner who heads down the apron to the neutral corner nearest Mika and climbs to the top rope. As she does so, Caroline moves back to the legal half of the Demidov sisters, stomping down on her three times before she pulls her to her feet and lifts her for an Alabama slam before backing towards Jo on the top rope only for her to suddenly go missing in action as Natalya gets up onto the apron and pushes Jo from the top rope and to a heap on the outside. Valero immediately starts giving Natalya the riot act. As Caroline gets within range, Natalya throws a stiff right hand into her jaw that gets her a further reprimand from Valero that she ignored as she began to walk down the apron to her corner. As she did so, Mika was able to counter out of the Alabama Slam position by falling backwards and standing Stark on her head with a DDT.

Zack: The Alabama Slam wasn’t meant to be in Michigan, and Mika drove her into the mat!

Laying back on the mat for Mika takes a moment to gather her senses before she begins to move, crawling and then diving into her corner and making the tag to her sister. Natalya immediately heads to the outside, bringing Jo the rest of the way to her feet, driving her clenched fist into her stomach as she led her back to the ring. As they stood next to the apron, Natalya lifted her off her feet and into a military press, tossing the much smaller woman over the top rope and back into the ring, Jo hitting the mat hard and bouncing back onto her hands and knees before rolling away in agony. Natalya slid back into the ring and got to her feet, spotting the rising Caroline and going straight after her, kicking her in the gut before she lifted her upwards into a pumphandle slam and spiked her into the mat; dropping to her knees as she did so. Stark rolled out of the ring following the move and the Executioner turned her attention back to the rising Jo, moving towards her as she measured her up. As Jo got both her feet underneath her, Natalya struck, leaving her feet aiming a jumping roundhouse punt to the back of her head, driving the Sniper Kick square into the back of her head.

Zack: You want to talk about a devastating kick...right to the back of Jo’s head! You could almost hear the snap of Natalya’s boot!

Mai: That’s a knockout shot right there if I ever saw one!

Jo slumps forward unmoving, looking out of it. Despite that Natalya moves around Jo’s body until she comes to the Scot’s feet, picking her up by the ankles and unnecessarily applies the Russian Torture Alpha inverted cloverleaf submission. Valero slides into position and checks on Jo McFarlane, finding her unresponsive to his questions following the kick to the back of the head and immediately calls for the bell.

Herbie: Your winners… Mika and Natalya Demidov...THE DEMIDOV SISTERS!!!

Zack: The referee making the right call there, I don’t think Jo knew where she was after that Sniper Kick! And the Demidov Sisters pull off one helluva win here in Auburn Hills!

Mai: Let that be the lesson, the Demidovs are just as dangerous together as they are apart. If they never thought about being a team full time, maybe they should!

Natalya holds onto the inverted cloverleaf for a couple of seconds longer, forcing the referee to use the count and threaten to overturn the decision before she releases and comes to her feet, raising her hands in victory along with her sister. Caroline checks on Jo, helping the recovering Scot out of the ring and helping steady her as they head back up the entrance ramp. The two Russians celebrate their victory in the ring much to the displeasure of the sold out Michigan crowd before the show cuts elsewhere.





With the recent rise of Megan Caraway shown in a video package including her PYP cash-in when she defeated Sylvia to earn a title shot, we head back to the ring and find Herbie waiting.

Herbie: The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the FFW Ultraviolence Championship!

Zack:  The next match is for the FFW Ultraviolence Championship, and it should be a doozy as Sylvia Crowley defends the strap against Megan Caraway.  Mai, how do you see this shaking out?

Mai:  I don’t see Megan being able to handle the particular brand of crazy that Sylvia employs.  I see Sylvia retaining, but it’s going to be a war.

Zack:  Wow...some rare and actually insightful commentary from Mai Hotaru.

Mai:  You act like it never happens.

As the crunching guitar riff of “Plenty Strong, Plenty Wrong by Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster starts to sound loudly over the arena sound system, Megan Caraway steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. The girl takes a second, nodding her head as she looks around the sold out crowd before running a hand over her hair and setting off the down the ramp, her entire focus and attention on the ring.

Herbie: Approaching the ring from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 123lbs and standing 5’6” tall...MEGAN CARAWAY!!!

Halfway down the ramp, Megan shrugs off her leather jacket, dropping it to the floor without breaking stride. Free of the jacket, Megan speeds up for the last couple of strides to the ring, rolling underneath the bottom rope and to her feet. She starts to pace the ring, keeping her eyes on her foe as the former bounty hunter awaits the opening bell.

Zack:  Megan looks like she’s ready for that war here tonight.

The lights shut off as the arena is hit with a eerie silence and chorus of voices rings out through the speakers.

(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
Cut it!!
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)

Cut the Cord by Shinedown rips through the speakers as the lights flicker. Sylvia Crowley steps out, hands running through her hair and yanking on her long locks as she laughs to herself. Sylvia takes a moment to revel in the sounds of the crowd before cackling as fire erupts from either side of her with a deafening BOOM!

Cory: Hailing from Irvington, Kentucky by way of Berlin, Germany.... Weighing in at 128lbs......she is the reigning and defending FFW Ultraviolence Champion….this is Sylvia Crowley!!

Let me tell you, I'm vicious!
Not pass-aggressive!
I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I'ma get it!
And I'm a savage!
It's automatic!
I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static!

Sylvia giggled and licked her lips, grinning like a maniac before making her way down the ramp. Randomly she stops mid ramp and looks up, literally barking and then laughing at nothing caught by the cameras before suddenly rushing the ring and rolling in.

I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord!

Sylva crawls to the nearest corner and sits against the turnbuckle, playing with her hair and chomping her teeth as her head tilts with an unsettling grin.

(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me) Cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom...)

Mai:  I wonder how Sylvia’s feeling after her match with Destiny Campbell.  She took one hell of a whipping in that match.

Zack:  Even with Global Wars in the distance of the rear view mirror, it’s hard to imagine that match still doesn’t affect her in some way.

Robert Valero finally makes his way into the ring, and given the stipulations, doesn’t bother to check for foreign objects, simply calling for the bell.

Megan and Sylvia begin to circle each other, as Sylvia barks at Megan before giggling.  She doesn’t bark for long though, as Destiny Campbell makes a bee line into the ring, and begins to waylay the champion with lefts and rights, driving her back into a corner to cover up as best she can.  Megan tries to pull her away to no avail, as Destiny wriggles free and goes right back on the attack, more punches forcing Sylvia to cover up in the corner once more.  Megan grabs Destiny by the waist and pulls her away from her opponent by picking her up and putting her down in the middle of the ring.  Destiny goes in for another pound of flesh, but Megan grabs the back of her shirt and holds on for dear life!

Zack:  Destiny Campbell still unhappy with the result of her battle with Sylvia at Global Wars!  We need some security out here!

The security staff comes jogging down to the ring, as Valero has placed his beefy body between Campbell and Crowley, with Caraway literally screaming at Destiny, telling her to leave.

Mai:  Megan is saying she didn’t want Destiny’s help, but what can it hurt?  Let her beat on Sylvia for a while, then swoop in to clean up the scraps!

Security finally has Destiny swarmed, and as she is forced between the ropes and onto the floor, Megan continues to berate her for her actions.  Meanwhile, Sylvia is back to her feet, and with Megan’s back turned, she charges the challenger and clotheslines her from behind, forcing Caraway to fall neck-first across the top rope as security continues to force Campbell up the ramp.

Sylvia laughs at the fallen Megan, who is coughing, trying to clear the airway.  Crowley rolls out of the ring, and after looking under the ring skirt, rolls back under the bottom rope with a kendo stick in hand.  She stalks Megan for a moment before cracking her across the back with the stick, then hits her again in the small of the back to straighten her up.  She then connects with a hard shot to the back of Megan’s knees.

Mai:  Woohoo!  Stick work!

Zack:  Sylvia is dominating the opening moments of the actual match here, after Destiny Campbell was removed from the altercation earlier.

Megan is down, and Sylvia leans back in a corner, barking at the challenger, waiting for her to stand up.  As she does, the champion charges with the kendo stick held high, looking for the killing blow, but Megan side steps, and as Sylvia turns around Megan plants a boot in her belly, then wraps her right hand around Sylvia’s head and takes her over with a nicely-done Judo o-ghosh.  Megan keeps the offense going, though, and quickly cinches Sylvia’s left arm behind her, and reaches forward, pulling back on her chin with her own knee as the fulcrum, streatching Sylvia with a hammerlock-chinlock combo.

Zack:  Megan back in the match now, and that combination hold can’t feel good.

Mai:  Meh.  More violence, please.  This is an ultraviolence match, is it not?

Sylvia tries to push Megan’s hands off her chin, but can’t get it done, and then starts flailing herself back and forth until she’s worked herself back to a point where she can move.  She forces Caraway to relinquish the chinlock, but Megan hangs onto the hammerlock as Sylvia slowly circles the ring, building momentum, and then as they near the ropes, Sylvia drops down and sends her challenger flying out of the ring between the top and middle ropes, and Megan lands awkwardly on the outside as Sylvia begins to shake feeling back into her left arm.

The champion then slides out of the ring and goes to her fallen foe, who is clutching her head while lying on the floor.  Sylvia grins and picks up her legs, and uses them to get Megan airborne before swinging her head-first into the guard rail!  Not satisfied, Crowley grabs a chair from ringside and folds it, stalking Megan once again.

Zack:  Sylvia looks like she’s got some evil intentions with that chair.

She waits patiently for Caraway to stagger back to her feet, using the apron to pull herself up, but as she turns toward Sylvia, Crowley throws the steel chair right into her face, busting Megan’s forehead open!

Mai:  Blood!  Blood in the water!

Sylvia rolls Megan into the ring and follows, covering her for a pin.

One…

Two…

NO!  Caraway kicks out at two.

Sylvia, frustrated, leans down and starts biting Megan on the forehead, who howls in pain.  Sylvia goes back outside the ring, retrieving the chair, and drops it in the center of the ring.  She picks Megan up, and wraps up a leg, looking to lift her up for her 5150.

Mai:  Yes!  Spike her head on a chair!!!

Zack:  That’s exactly what I think she’s going to try and do here.

Caraway seems to sense the impending danger though, and quickly fires off a series of short right hands, right into the ribcage of her foe.  The tactic makes Sylvia drop the leg, and as she does Megan uses the other leg to kick Sylvia in the gut, then grabs her by the wings as she doubles over and lifts her high into the air, bringing her crashing down onto the chair with a double underhook suplex!

Zack:  Megan’s not done quite yet.

Caraway sees the kendo stick, and grabs it, waiting for Sylvia to come to her feet.  When she does, she begins to unload on her with vicious shots to the head, one after another, the stick splintering with each consecutive shot, causing blood to come from the forehead of the champion now.  One more hard shot, and Sylvia goes down in a heap, and Megan wastes little time in covering.

One…

Two…

NO!  Crowley kicks out at two.

Mai:  Looks like it’s going to take more than that to put the champion down tonight.

Zack:  Those were some wicked shots from Caraway though, and both women are now bleeding.

Megan pulls Sylvia up by the hair, and Sylvia takes offense, slapping her hands away and rocking her with a straight right to the jaw.  Megan shakes her head and then returns fire, slamming her right hand into Sylvia’s jaw.  This sets off a back and forth exchange of punches between the two, until Sylvia ducks a punch and kicks Megan hard in the side.  She shoots Megan across, and winds up, looking to score with Devil Wears Prada, but Megan rolls under the kick, bounces off the opposite ropes, and absolutely blasts Sylvia with a running, jumping knee strike to the head.  The champion doesn’t go down, but the challenger senses an opportunity, and grabs the shredded kendo stick, using it to apply the Midnight Run!

Zack:  Megan has the Midnight Run sunk in deep, and that broken kendo stick is pressed right up against Sylvia’s throat!

Mai:  The condition of that stick probably means that it’s jabbing her in the Adam’s apple as Caraway squeezes too!

Sylvia begins swinging wildly, trying to free herself, but eventually begins to slump.  Megan feels her opponent fading, and drops down to the canvas with her, grapevining her legs around her and pulling back with everything she’s got on the hold.  Valero comes in and lifts Crowley’s hand once…

...and it falls to the mat….

...he lifts a second time….

...and again the lifeless arm of Sylvia Crowley falls to the canvas….

Zack:  Valero has one more check to make!

Valero raises Sylvia’s arm once more, and it lingers for just a moment before falling to the mat for a third time, and the portly referee calls for the bell!

Zack:  New champion!  New champion!  Megan Caraway has dethroned Sylvia Crowley and is the new Ultraviolence Champion!

Mai:  It was a war, but not enough bloodshed.  I wanted buckets of blood, to be honest.

Valero calls for the belt, and he hands it to Caraway, who has just barely rolled onto her knees.  She looks at the belt with a smile, her face half-coated in blood.




Definitive

We return to the back, and find Cody Kincaid standing by with a smile on his face as he greets the viewers watching in the arena and at home. As he’s about to speak, he is joined by older brother, Christian, who gets less of a warm reaction than Cody.

Cody: Uh, did you need something?

Christian: You could say that. You saw the Television Championship match later earlier tonight, right?

Cody: Of course, I did. I watch every match. Leona retained against a fantastic challenge from Anna. What was wrong with it?

Christian: Oh, nothing was wrong with it at all. I was and am quite proud of her. But see, we both heard that announcement you had at the top of the show. Where on the 100th Breaking Point, you plan to unify the Television & Evolution titles.  I know it’s a ways off, but I gotta tell you I am confident that Leona can pull it off.

Cody: I’m glad you feel that way. It’s still a ways off yet, so if she can hold it till then, she’ll have the opportunity to be recognized as the last FFW Television Champion. Sooo...what do you want?

Christian: What I want in the meantime till we get there is for Leona to become remembered as the definitive Television Champion. I know there’s been a load of them, but I think she has what it takes to be the measuring stick for them all when it’s said and done. She proved that to me against Anna tonight, because Anna is unquestionably one of the fastest rising stars in FFW.

Cody nods as he listens, folding his arms across his chest in the process.

Cody: Okay, and how do you want to do that exactly? How do you want me to make her the definitive FFW Television Champion? Isn’t that kinda...her job?

Christian: Of course, it is. But that’s where you come in. To be that though, she is also going to be a fighting champion. A woman who will shy  away from no challenge, and defend it. What I want to do is make every singles match she has in FFW for that title. And she’d want that as well. When she goes onto that 100th episode of Breaking Point as the Television Champion as I am confident she can and will, then I want her to be able to say she turned back every single challenge on the way. So all I want is that all her singles matches be for the title against….whoever you think is worthy of having a shot.

Cody: I’m pretty sure I can do that. You want every match she has to be for the title? Well as Leona’s manager, I’ll respect your wishes. And we’ll continue right towards that path on the next Velocity for her second defense.

Christian: Great, who are you putting her against?

Cody stroked his chin for a moment as he gave it some consideration before he smiled and looked back to Christian.

Cody: Let’s give someone a shot who has never had a Television Championship shot in FFW. And someone who picked up a good win earlier tonight as well. So at Velocity, we’ll have a Television Championship match when Leona Vega goes one on one with ….Cereza!

Christian: Cereza, huh?

Cody: Well I was kinda eyeing that match as a potential shot at the title, but since you want to really make Leona the definitive Television Champion, then we’ll start there and see where it goes after that.

Christian: Since you put it that way, sounds like a date to me. I’ll go let the champ know. See you later, little brother.

Christian shakes hands with his brother before he heads off camera, and we cut back to the ring.

[Adam Grant]

With the recent events surrounding the No Surrender Championship shown through a highlight package, we head back to ringside as we see Herbie in the ring. He glances towards the back for a moment.

Mark: Coming up is a match I can’t wait to see! After what we saw at Breaking Point between Amy and Samantha and Starla, this is gonna get ugly in a hurry, I think! Joining me is “Killer C” herself, who has more than a passing interest in the No Surrender title.

Caroline: Saying I’ve got a passing interest in the title and division is like saying RUN DMC were just some guys with funny hats.

Herbie: The following contest is--

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!)

The live crowd began to boo uproariously as the Killer Blonde emerged at the top of the ramp, waving proudly as if she were hearing a hero’s welcome before she headed towards the ring. Amy got more than a few boos and some middle fingers before she climbed into the ring, kicking one leg up on the top rope and starting to stretch. When she glances over to Herbie, he immediately gets as far away from her as possible.

Herbie: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….she’s the Ultraviolence Commissioner…..’THE KILLER BLONDE’ AMY!!!

Mark: Amy is number one with a lot of the fans here in Auburn Hills, and for the first time in FFW history, a member of its staff is apparently going to compete for a championship! Look at Herbie, he’s staying as far away as he can after what she did to Cory.

Caroline: He’s got good reason to, though I’m sure Amy will tell us later that he backed up from her because she informed him about his bad breath or... Some such.

Herbie: And her opponent, she is the reigning and defending No Surrender Champion….please welcome…STARLA MCCLOUD!!

Jace Everett’s “Bad Things” begins to play, which brings the crowd its feet, as they look to the ramp and see Starla’s video entrance. But the champion doesn’t appear just yet.

Mark: And here comes the champion, the head games are beginning! Starla’s making Amy wait, letting her think about it before she comes out here! I’m not sure there’s a lot up there to play with when it comes to Amy, but still…

Caroline: ...Maybe Starla’s going to appear right behind her and start choking her out from the offset. No one could complain.

The music plays for about a minute, and still no Starla. It finally fades out and the arena lights come back to full brightness before Herbie gives a curious look before shrugging his shoulders and giving it another try.

Herbie: And her opponent, she is the reigning and defending No Surrender Champion….please welcome…STARLA MCCLOUD!!

Jace Everett’s “Bad Things” begins to play again, which brings the crowd its feet, as they look to the ramp and see Starla’s video entrance. But the champion doesn’t appear still. Meanwhile in the ring, Amy is bouncing on the balls of her feet and throwing some shadow punches.

Caroline: ...Somewhere I picture Adam shaking his head.

Mark: Wait a minute….we’re going backstage! Something’s going down in the hallway!

The cameras cut to the back as we see a broken cinder block on the floor. As the camera pans across, we see Starla laying on the floor clutching her knee as Natalya Demidov is shown dusting off her hands. The massive Russian scoops her up by the throat and delivers a chokeslam into the broken pieces of the cinder block! Starla curls on the floor in pain, still clutching her knee as Natalya leans down and scoops up the No Surrender Championship before she walks into the camera and we head back to the ring to a deafening chorus of boos from the crowd.

Caroline: Oh for fuck’s sake, once again Natalya with a damn cinderblock and this time... This time it’s the Good Doctor as the target and HOW convenient it would be tonight!

Mark: I guess we know without a doubt who was behind what happened to Mileena! Not that I ever thought what Amy said was true, but that big Russian is CLEARLY working for the Killer Blonde!

The giant Russian appears at the top of the ramp before she heads towards the ring, the No Surrender Championship in her hands as she looks down to it as she walks. Amy watches as Natalya steps over the top rope into the ring, staring at Amy before the Killer Blonde takes Herbie’s microphone.

Amy: As a member of the office of this company if a champion is unable to appear for her match, there’s a rule that says they have a ten count to get to the ring...or they lose by forfeit. And since Starla is clearly terrified of me, she has elected not to come out here tonight and defend her title. So Starla, I’m going to give you a count of ten to get to this ring. Otherwise, you will FORFEIT the FFW No Surrender Championship!

Caroline: This woman is creating a farce of professional wrestling. No. FUCK that, this woman is a FARCE of professional wrestler!

Amy: ONE…….TWO……….THREE…………...FOUR…………….FIVE………...SIX…….

The camera showed Starla’s husband and Casey trying to help her to her feet, only for the champion to collapse when she tried to put any weight on her knee.

Mark: She can’t even stand on that leg after Demidov broke that cinder block over it! Amy can’t referee her own match, but she’s counting her down anyway!

Caroline: This can’t actually fucking stand, she realizes that right!? THIS CAN’T POSSIBLY STAND...........................Can it?

Amy: SEVEN………….EIGHT…………..NINE…………..TEEEEEEEEEEENNNN!!!

The crowd only got louder in their boos as Amy bounced up and down with excitement. She glanced back to Herbie, giving him some direction but he shook his head before the massive Russian advanced on him, backing him into a corner before he did as was requested.

Mark: What’s she telling him? Wait...no!

Herbie: The winner of this match…..AND NEW FFW No Surrender Champion……’THE KILLER BLONDE’ AMY!!!!

Natalya backed off from him, holding out the title for an exuberant Amy.

Caroline: ...I feel ill.

The Killer Blonde snatched it out of her hands, and hugged it to her like a newborn baby. She kissed it and raised the title aloft with a huge smile. Natalya scooped her up and sat her on one shoulder as Amy raised the championship over her head in seeming victory.

Mark: There is absolutely no way in hell Amy is the No Surrender Champion! She didn’t beat anyone for it, she’s not a referee! It was all a setup between Amy and that woman right there!

Caroline: I would like nothing more than something absolutely terrible to happen to that woman right now.

The Canadian flag appears over the arena screens as the start of the Canadian National

O Canada! We stand on guard, for thee!...

A loud ripping sound of a record needle scraping rips through the arena as Oh...Canada by Classified hits the speakers. At that point Mileena Savage sprints down the ramp towards the ring, with Dante walking behind her. The live crowd ROARS as Amy hops down off Natalya’s shoulders, only for Mileena to slide into the ring and spear her down with a double leg takedown before she begins hammering right hands onto Amy’s head!

Mark: GET HER, MILEENA!!

Caroline: I’LL TAKE IT! WHOOP HER ASS SAVAGE! THE THROAT! GO FOR HER THROAT!

Mileena pounded rights into her head as Amy tried to roll her off to get away. She managed to do so as Amy tried to get towards the ropes. She barely made it before Mileena took her down again, and picked right up where she left off as the live crowd roared its approval!

Mark: Look at Mileena beating the hell out of the Killer Blonde, I’d say her knee’s good to go!

Caroline: Maybe she can put Amy on permanent leave!

As Savage continued to rain fists on the Ultraviolence Commissioner, Natalya reached down and pulled her up by the hair off Amy. Demidov wrapped her hands around Mileena’s neck, lifting her off the canvas overhead as she choked the life out of her. Dante slid into the ring next, grabbing a chair from under the ring and striking it across her back. The giant blonde stumbled forward, looking over her shoulder at Dante with a shake of her head before she dropped Mileena.

Mark: Dante trying to save his wife, and….I don’t think he thought she’d still be standing!

Caroline: The woman doesn’t go down easy... I have learned that repeatedly.

Natalya wrapped her hand around his throat as he tried to get away, lifting him up for a chokeslam before Mileena caught her with a HARD kick right between her legs that dropped Natalya to one knee.

Caroline: Let it never be said that when Canada’s favorite daughter turned into a favorite of the crowd that she lost her edge...

Mark: You do what you gotta do, but it brought that monster of a woman down! Where’s Amy going?!

Mileena went to check on her husband, while Natalya was down for a moment. Amy scooped up the No Surrender Championship and clutched it to her chest before she rolled under the bottom rope, waving Natalya to follow. Mileena asked Dante to stay there before she rolled out to the floor and took off after Amy!

Mark: Look at Amy like a thief in the night! She’s not the No Surrender Champion, she can’t be! But the Killer Blonde has the title!

Caroline: Savage is on the hunt and if she has her way, she’s going to scalp a few blondes before the night is over!

Natalya did as requested, following Amy towards the back as the cameras followed the Killer Blonde as she took off through the corridors with the cameras in hot pursuit. She scooped up a bag sitting on the floor along the path, throwing it over her shoulder before she burst out of the exit, where a limo waited for her. She quickly pulled open the door and dived in as Natalya joined her before the door slammed shut, and it sped off into the night. The cameras happened to notice Mileena was in hot pursuit as the redhead burst through the doors only a few seconds later and saw the limo speeding off into the night.

Mark: Amy and Natalya are getting the hell out of the Palace...and Mileena’s ready for a fight! The Pride of Canada had her knee destroyed because of those two, just like Starla did tonight!

Caroline: And just like Mileena, there will be hell to pay. I’ve fought enough wars with both women to know that damn much.

Mileena watched as the car disappeared before she headed back inside to find trainers attending to Starla, along with Casey and her husband.

Mark: Starla’s knee may be shattered, Caroline. She and Mileena may have had their battles before, but they both still respect each other and more importantly that title! We’ll have to get an official ruling on the actual champion, I assume it’s still Starla! Amy’s not a referee, but she’s leaving Auburn Hills with the No Surrender Championship tonight at Chaos Theory!

Caroline: I would like to reiterate... I feel ill.

Mark: Fans, we’ll try to get some clarification on all this, but all we know for sure is Starla McCloud got her leg destroyed, Natalya’s been working for Amy….and the Killer Blonde is in possession of the No Surrender Championship...for now!

As Mileena joined the trainers and friends of Starla as they looked after her, we cut to a commercial for Relentless.






Herbie: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for... THE FEMME FATALE WRESTLING EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP!

As Good Girl by Carrie Underwood starts to play, Kinsey DeCaro heads to the centre of the stage, nodding her head to the music with a huge smile. As the clapping refrain starts on the music, she claps in time to it, encouraging the crowd to join in as she rushes from one side of the stage to the other. Finally returning back to the middle of the stage the short blonde heads is joined by Ryan Mackenzie as the pair head down the entrance ramp. Kinsey pinballs from side to side as she high fives as many fans as possible. Getting to the ring she slides under the bottom rope and rolls to her feet, heading for one corner, her grin getting bigger as she loves every second and shows the crowd her appreciation. Dropping to her feet she heads for the opposite corner showing the crowd her appreciation once more. This time as she drops to the canvas and heads to her corner for a last minute pep talk from Ryan while she starts to constantly make minor non-adjustments to her elbow and knee pads for comfort as she waits the opening bell.

Cory: At 115lbs, 5’1” tall and hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, please welcome...KINSEY DECARO!!!

Zack: Tonight Kinsey could finally get ahold of the Evolution Championship that let’s been eluding her grasp for what must feel to her like years upon years now.

Steph: Oh sure. She’s just got to get through the most dominant Evolution Champion since Amaro to do it.

The arena goes dark once we start hearing “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde start to play. As she does a golden hue comes over the arena

“I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother then a storm

And the scars that mark my body they're silver and gold”

Through the darkened stage area we soon spot a figure making their way out. It's Silas Mason who is proudly holding up the FFW Evolution Championship into the air with both hands. Silas stands on the stage stoically, holding the title in the air as next to him a white light shines up from the stage

“My Blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones

It keeps my veins hot, the fires found a home in me

I move through town, I'm quiet like a fire”

Silas remains standing on the stage with the title held high as we now start to see something emerge from the stage. It's a blonde haired woman, draped in a white roman toga. We can't see her face due to the bright white light, but she is striking a pose as she comes up slowly

“And my necklace is a rope, I tie it and untie it

And our people talk to me, but nothing ever hits

So people talk to me, and all the voice just burn holes”

The woman is now on the stage fully next to Silas, engulfed still by the white light and striking a pose.

“I'm going in (OHH)”

(The woman now throws her arms down as the white light cuts off and we see Nevaeh Summers standing there in a  white roman toga next to Silas. She stands there looking out at the crowd as we also notice on her arms she is wearing white fingerless gauntlets on each arm that run up to her forearms. On her feet are white and gold knee high boots with kickpads and a Royal “NS” on them

Nevaeh starts sauntering to the ring as Silas follows behind her, the Evolution title above her as she does. The fans at ringside reach their hands out to touch her but Nevaeh just ignores them. She now reaches ringside and sticks her arms out. She stands there as Silas now comes up behind her, grabs the toga, and rips it off her.

We now see Nevaeh is wearing a white and gold corset top along with a matching white and gold bikini bottoms with a leather skirt around it.

Nevaeh stands there for a few more moment still she slides into the ring and makes her way to the middle of the ropes. She climbs up them, hooking one leg over the top rope to where she is straddling the top rope.

She looks out to the crowd with a glare on her face. Silas now makes his way behind her holding the title as Nevaeh then snaps her head to look upward, her arms stretched out. The golden hue now cuts out as multiple spotlights shift towards them both, basking them in the light

Herbie: And accompanied to the ring by Silas Mason... Weighing in tonight at 120 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia... She is your REIGNING... DEFENDING... FFW EVOLUTION CHAMPION! ...THIS IS... “THE WORLD’S FINEST” NEVAEH SUMMERS!

Nevaeh keeps striking the pose till she lowers her head back down. She gets off the ropes and goes across the ring, putting one foot on the bottom and the other on the middle, just looking out to the crowd. She stretchers her arms out again as she glares at them.

She now goes to a corner where Silas stands on the ring apron, still holding the Evolution title in the air with both hands.. He starts whispering into her ear as they wait for the match to start

Zack: I find it very interesting Stephanie that you haven’t really been pushing all that hard to face Nevaeh for the Evolution Championship.

Steph: Rrriiiiggghhhhttt. I pick my battles, Hudson. Plus? Wouldn’t be that much of a payout if Summers and I are trying to kill each other when the whole of the crowd boos.

DING! DING! DING!

Nevaeh wastes absolutely no time, catching Kinsey off-guard with a running forearm strike to force her into the corner before the Evolution Champion puts a hand on the throat of Kinsey, chopping her across the chest in rapid fashion, looking to actually punish the new challenger for her title, her hand slapping and slashing across the chest of the fellow blonde, not even giving the referee the opportunity to raise the Evolution title over head after getting it handed to him. Malcolm Parks officiates the match, if one could call it that in this case while the Auburn Hills crowd boos Summers accordingly as she continues chopping the ever loving piss out of Kinsey, Silas nodding in silence as he watches Baby Peach putting in the work so to speak. She catches Kinsey with another forearm strike before she grabs her by the wrist and irish-whips her as hard as she can towards to other side of the ring. DeCaro slams up against the turnbuckle and Nevaeh is already half-way at the point in the ring, running into her with an explosive dropkick as Kinsey slumps in the corner, head on the turnbuckle as Summers yells harshly, “HOW GOOD WAS THAT!?”

Ryan Mackenzie at ringside looks disdainful to say the least, an eyebrow arched upward as Silas waves at him before telling him to cut his hair as he looks like a hippie. Ryan asks him from the other side of the ring if he can get a three piece combo with some green beans. Meanwhile their clients are still having it out as Kinsey gets a forearm to the back of the head before she gets forced up and irish-whipped to the ropes, getting caught right back before swept into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kinsey lets out a gasp before her teeth clench as she refuses to give Nevaeh the satisfaction of her pain. Of course this doesn’t gel well with The World’s Finest who rolls her onto her back on the mat before hooking the leg as Parks slides into cover!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

...KICKOUT!!

Steph: Now THAT’S a damn backbreaker.

Zack: Nevaeh puts Kinsey down with a tilt-a-whirl into a backbreaker and has all the control here tonight.

Nevaeh doesn’t look pleased in the slightest before forcing Kinsey to sit up and then putting a sitting headlock on her, squeezing down painfully. She continues to keep the clench as DeCaro grabs the entire arm of the Evolution Champion, trying to pull her arm away, doing her damnedest to pull it away from her throat with no success before the Evolution Champ continues to only wrench her grasp on further, hooking her arm under Kinsey’s and executing a modified arm-trap sleeper before squeezing farther from their sitting position. The sounds of Kinsey’s gasps are are picked up over the microphone feed of the camera before her eyes become lidded and she continued to draw more and more shallower before a whip of her blonde hair covers her face and she seems to go limp. Nevaeh takes that as putting her contender out in quick order and as Silas smirks wide and waves a hand, telling the World’s Finest to finish DeCaro in whatever way she deems worthy. The Evolution Champion breaks the grasp and stands up before grabbing DeCaro by the wrist, dragging her to the center of the ring...

...

ONLY FOR KINSEY TO HOOK HER LEGS AROUND NEVAEH’S LEFT LEG AND SHIFTS HER BACKWARDS BEFORE GETTING HER INTO A MODIFIED ROLL-UP!

Zack: GOLDBRICKING AT IT’S FINEST! KINSEY WAS FAKING THE ENTIRE TIME!

Ryan is grinning ear to ear as Parks counts again!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!

...

TTTHHHHREEEEE--!!

...KICKOUT!!

Kinsey comes within a hair of becoming new champion and Nevaeh looks as though she’s seen a ghost but she doesn’t have enough time to react from that, as DeCaro knees her right in the left shoulder as she sits up, before forcing Summers up and then catching her in a swift hammerlock, pulling her shoulder still. The World’s Finest grunts in pain as Kinsey thrusts the flat of her hand into the left shoulder of the Evolution Champion, driving it repeatedly, once, twice, three times, and four before Nevaeh uses her flexibility to twist herself around and try to forearm strike Kinsey once again, trying to rock her head. DeCaro doesn’t have any of it, ducking down and putting Nevaeh back in the hammerlock before working her left shoulder once again with vicious chops into the meat of her shoulder. Back at ringside Ryan nods repeatedly, earnestly as Silas yells that Nevaeh needs to get out of this! DeCaro however isn’t letting Nevaeh escape as she kicks forward into the ropes, chest first to use her back to push the scrappy former singer off of her, but Kinsey isn’t having it, hooking her legs around the waist of her opponent and letting gravity do the rest as the two roll together and once more Kinsey has Nevaeh in a pinning predicament!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!

...

...KICKOUT!!

The Evolution Champion kicks out with authority this time, using the power in her legs to literally launch her contender right off of her as the Auburn Hills crowd is firmly behind Kinsey!

Zack: Kinsey has chosen her target, the left shoulder of Nevaeh Summers and she is going to focus on it as long as humanly possible!

Steph: Pfft, you make it sound like Nevaeh doesn’t have her own plan. From the looks of it, she’s softening Kinsey up for a Makeover... Or a concussion... Or both. Probably both.

Summers wipes her mouth and without a moment’s hesitation the Evolution Champion is right back up, catching DeCaro with a standing enzuigiri to the temple, sending her out of the ring before Nevaeh is quick to follow after her, eyes alit as she seems to feel more embarrassed than anything by DeCaro’s ability to actually fight back. Silas stares at Kinsey as she’s out on the floor and suddenly hops up onto the apron telling referee Malcolm Parks that he could buy and sell his house if he so wanted and saw he was counting awfully fast during those pins that Kinsey had going. Meanwhile the Evolution Champion has her fingers in the blonde hair of Kinsey before driving her headfirst into the outside ringpost... The Palace crowd in frustration as Kinsey takes the ringpost to the head two more times before she’s slumped up against it, looking like she can barely put two and two together. And it only gets worse as Nevaeh puts her hands up like a camera and screams, “WELCOME TO THE LAST CHANCE SALOON, HONEY!” ...

...

Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Zack: My...God.

Steph: ...Jesus fucking Christ, Nevaeh.

Zack: I.. THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO GEORGIA TO THE TURNBUCKLE POLE AND KINSEY DECARO MIGHT BE UNCONSCIOUS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

We get an instant replay of what just happened, Nevaeh taking a running sprint on the ground, before executing a cartwheel, a back handspring, and finally spins into the air before catching Kinsey with a outside version of her theatrical stiff kick to the side of Kinsey’s temple... It is only made worse by the fact that DeCaro’s had is sandwiched between that the pole. Ryan begins yelling for Parks to damn well pay attention, and only then does he look back to see Kinsey slumped up against the corner of the ring, looking like her eyes are rolling in the back of her head and her breathing as shallow as anything. The World’s Finest takes a moment to outstretch her hands in pride, a wide smirk on her face as she asks if there’s anyone else in the locker room who wants to get stomped down by her. She grabs the blonde by the head and hoists her head to the camera, pointing at Kinsey and yelling that this is what happens to everyone who comes her way before Nevaeh SHOVES Kinsey roughly back in the ring!

The Evolution Champion rolls in after her standing over the downed Kinsey DeCaro whose breathing is still shallow, laying spread eagled on the ground. With a grin so wide, Nevaeh plants a boot right on the chest of Kinsey and declares that Malcolm Parks will count now and quick if he knows what’s good for him. Parks slides into place to make the count!

Zack: Oh what a champion! Really and truly... This is just sheer disrespect on the part of Nevaeh, and she could at least pin Kinsey properly!

Steph: When you’re that good Zack, everything you do is ‘properly’.

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!

...

TTTHHHHREEEEE--!!

...KICKOUT!!

DeCaro kicks out at the last second and Nevaeh looks downright baffled after she pretty much attempted to give Kinsey a lifelong concussion. She shakes her head in fury and forces Kinsey upward, getting her onto her feet before putting a hand on either of Kinsey’s cheeks and telling her that she is NEVER going to be Evolution Champion, whatsoever. She gets DeCaro into an inverted facelock under her left shoulder and teases for Headed Down South only for Kinsey to counteract her by hooking her arms around Nevaeh’s arm and shoulder before bringing them both forward right into her awaiting knees with an unpleasant crunch that causes the World’s Finest a great deal of agony! Running on sheer adrenaline now, Kinsey grabs her arm and stretches it out before she executes a double knee drop right into the left shoulder of the Evolution Champion, causing her a great deal of agony as she rolls around, hugging her shoulder against her. DeCaro stops for a moment, almost looking dead on her feet before she shakes the cobwebs the damage that Nevaeh had done previously to her head, before dropping to a knee. Silas looks excited by the prospect here and begins to scream for Nevaeh to get up!

The Evolution Champion is holding her shoulder in pain before she spies Kinsey looking as though she’s about to go into dry heaves. The World’s Finest shakes it off for a few moments before she gets an arm around DeCaro before irish-whipping her into the corner. She hooks her head and lifts her up, giving her the slingshot suplex treatment, bouncing her off the ropes before dropping her on the back of her head and neck and back not to forget before lifting her up off the mat. She holds Kinsey up high, bringing her on her shoulders for a fireman’s carry before letting her drop right into her waiting knee and laying her out!

Zack: THE MAKEOVER!! IS THAT ALL!? CAN THAT BE ALL FOR KINSEY!?

Steph: THE CHAMPION RETAINS!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!

...

TTTHHHHREEEEE--!!

...KICKOUT!!

Silas now has began screaming, roaring at referee Malcolm Parks, looking like a man possessed and telling the referee to get over here. The World’s Finest however turns him right around and begins to yell down the referee now, telling him that he has lost his mind and that is a three count right there. She is favoring her left shoulder after picking Kinsey up, hugging it to herself as it has began to cause her a great deal of agony. She tries to shake it off as the Evolution Champion but Ryan Mackenzie begins to slam on the mat rhythmically, trying to get Kinsey back into the action after kicking out again out of that Fireman’s Carry to the knee to the head. Kinsey looks like she’s not even home at this point but it seems that the Evolution Champion has better than to believe that as she shoves Kinsey over to the near ropes before Nevaeh clutches the top and drops a boot into the head of DeCaro before grinding violently, seeming to wake the challenger back up.

She watches, waiting for Kinsey to get back to her feet before she irish-whips her and on Kinsey’s return, Nevaeh leaps right over her, stretching her legs out and touching her toes and as Kinsey runs back, Nevaeh drops on her back and Monkey Flips Kinsey and yet the Cincinnatian flips so hard that she lands right on the ropes... Only to spin backward, executing a perfect one hundred and eighty to springboard off the ropes and catch Nevaeh right in the left shoulder with a brutal Disaster Kick! The pain racks up on Nevaeh’s face, hugging her left shoulder once more, and leaving herself open as Kinsey takes her shot right here and kicks the Evolution Champion right in the solar plexis, catches her across the head with a knee to the temple before she gets The World’s Finest set up for a rolling cutter, but cravates her left arm so she can cause damage to her left shoulder all the more in the process! She sticks the landing but due to the all the damage that Nevaeh has done to her skull, DeCaro isn’t moving even after the execution!

Zack: A modified STAGE FRIGHT from Kinsey but she can’t capitalize after all the damage that the Evolution Champion has done to her head. The crowd is begging for her to get that pin! For her to finally do what no one else has seemed to and take that Evolution title off of Nevaeh!

Steph: Kinsey is as good as any and she’s been to this dance so many times but that isn’t the end of it! This can’t be!

Ryan is at this point begging, pleading for Kinsey to make it over and she seems to get her wits about her enough to slowly drag her frame over to Nevaeh, pulling herself towards the fellow blonde before throwing an arm over Baby Peach.

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!

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Silas is not having any of this shit right now and drags Malcolm Parks out of the ring before he can complete the count. Notably, Nevaeh DOES get her arm up before the perceived three count would have gone down, but she looks still out of it herself, the pain of her left shoulder likely getting to her now. She tries to wake herself up, rubbing her face as Ryan begins to walk menacingly towards Silas, Mackenzie having it up to here with Nevaeh’s manager who holds his arms up and tells Ryan that they are two enterprising gentlemen and needn’t have any action happen outside the ring as well as inside. Nevaeh meanwhile has gotten Kinsey back up, before she drops on her knees herself. Silas sees this and SCREAMS at Nevaeh that she needs to hit another Makeover, causing the Evolution Champion to wake up slightly. She chops Kinsey across the chest, and that gets rise out of DeCaro...

Who chops Nevaeh right back! The two women begin to chop at each other, running on fumes here but still going back and forth as Kinsey has taken pretty much everything that Nevaeh has thrown at her, but Nevaeh keeps coming with new and inventive ways to harm her. Before Summers can hit another chop however, Kinsey drops backward and just straight up sole kicks the Evolution Champion right in the shoulder, causing her another round of pain as she drops face first into the mat and shakes her head, her eyes widening for a moment before she draws in a breath and kicks herself up to stand just as Kinsey does shakily. AGAIN Silas is yelling for another Makeover from the Evolution Champion but Nevaeh doesn’t show much response except glancing at him. Champion and challenger exchange chops but when DeCaro attempts it again, she gets irish-whipped and brought right onto the shoulders of Nevaeh who looks to be in abject pain!

Steph: One more Makeover and that’s it! The END! GAME OVER!

Zack: DON’T BE SO QUICK TO THINK THAT STEPHANIE! IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S TIME FOR...

Kinsey is wriggling, shaking about on Nevaeh’s shoulders before she swings herself off the shoulders of the World’s Finest and hooks her arms in a double underhook before wrapping her legs around the waist of Nevaeh Summers and not letting go for hell or high water. Silas looks like he’s seen a ghost and goes to jump up and cause a ruckus to get the ref’s attention but Ryan has him beat and JERKS Mason right off the apron!

Zack: STANDING ROOM ONLY! Nevaeh is fully locked in and the champ has nowhere to go!

Kinsey cranks both arms with impunity, trying to separate Nevaeh’s shoulders from her body as her legs continue to squeeze around the waist. The Evolution Champion’s eyes widen to saucers as the pain seem to be racking across her body with the left shoulder being the access point. DeCaro looks like she is struggling to hold on rather than slip into unconsciousness from the sheer amount of headshots she’s taken in the match yet she keeps holding on as Nevaeh now begins to PUSH with her knees forward, pushing herself and Kinsey towards the ropes and trying to reach with a finger, a leg, ANYTHING to the ropes...

Closer Nevaeh and Kinsey get to the ropes.

...

Closer.

...

Closer.

NNOOOO!!!!!

Kinsey rolls every pound of her frame with Nevaeh in tow and takes them RIGHT back to the center of the ring, where Malcolm Parks asks the World’s Finest if she wants to quit! Silas looks between Ryan and his client about to be made to tap and stares sullenly before he looks as though he’s considering to get back on the apron to take Malcolm from his duty but the former wrestler in Ryan Mackenzie looks like he is willing to knock Silas’s lights out the second he tries something.

With nowhere left to go.

...Options failing her.

...

The Evolution Champion taps out as the Palace explodes!

Zack: SHE DID IT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AFTER SO LONG THE JOURNEY IS FINALLY COMPLETE!

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Silas walks around in frustration as Kinsey finally releases the hold. Silas looks like he’s about to blow his stack while Nevaeh is released and rolls out as Ryan goes in to meet the young woman he has helped train. Herbie hands him the Evolution Championship and Mackenzie helps Kinsey stand who can barely stand under her own power but is cognizant to realize her dream has finally been realized.

Herbie: The winner by submission... and NNNNEEWWWWWW FFW EVOLUTION CHAMPION... KKKIIINNNSSSEEEEYYY DDEECCAAARROOOO!!

Zack: This has finally come to pass and damn if it doesn’t feel good to hear that. Good for Kinsey and I’m sure you feel the same way at least Stephanie. Surely you can understand what it’s like to chase after something for so long.

Steph: ...

As one of the medical staff comes by to check Nevaeh’s shoulder, Silas roughly shoves them down and then motions for the former champion to follow. Meanwhile, as “Good Girl” plays, Kinsey’s arm is raised with the Evolution Championship before she slumps down on the ground, hugging the title to her face and frame before we leave out on that note.

[Adam Grant]

We head back into the arena as the lights darken just a bit, and there we see Herbie standing in the ring with a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand.

Herbie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event for the FFW Championship!

Mark: It’s been a helluva ride since we came on the air tonight, and now it’s time for the most prestigious title in women’s wrestling to be defended! Joining me on commentary is Christian Kincaid, who has been one of the most vocal critics of the #1 contender.

Christian: That’s because I’m not that quick to trust people as some people. I’ve said it again and again that I’ve seen this movie before. And until I’m convinced otherwise by actual proof, that’s not gonna change, Mark.

A heavy bass note hits the PA and blue and white lights flash at the entrance.  “Desire” by Meg Myers plays over the PA, creepy melody over heavy bass, and Aimee Easter steps out onto the stage dressed in her ring gear.

“Baby, I wanna touch you…
...I wanna breath into your well.
See, I gotta hunt you…
I gotta bring you to my hell.”

Herbie: Ladies and gentlemen...coming to the ring, originally from Los Angeles, California… the is the winner of the 2015 Femme for All tournament…...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.

“DE-SI-RE
I’m hun-gry.
I Hope. You’ll. Feed. Me.”

She jumps down into the ring and walks out into the center of it, staring out into the very vocal crowd.

Christian: Now even though I don’t particularly trust her myself, I’m not going to take anything away from her. She is an outstanding athlete, and has taken down some of the best in the world, she’s earned the shot without question. But part of me, Mark, part of me is just waiting on the other shoe to drop.

Mark: I understand your perspective, but I don’t necessarily agree that what you think is going to happen actually will. Either way, you got to think there are some big time butterflies in the belly of the Serpent tonight in her first ever challenge for the FFW Championship.

The lights go out  as “Into The Sun” by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die replaced only by a bright white spotlight shines down onto the middle of the entrance ramp where Scarlett Kincaid is stood 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, high fiving as many of the fans on both sides of the entrance ramp on her way to the ring.

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.

Herbie: Standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 130lbs and hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Please welcome, accompanied to the ring by Cody Kincaid…the reigning and defending FFW Champion….... SCARLETT KINCAID!!!

Mark: This will mark Scarlett’s first defense of that title since Sin & Sacrifice, due to the fact that the Hall of Famer Wendy Briese wanted to meet “Killer C” in her final match and thus delayed the tournament finals. But with that said, make no mistake about it. There are few women who rise to the occasion quite like the FFW Champion! Just like Aimee, Scarlett should be 100% tonight.

Christian: Scarlett and I have had our differences in the past, but just like with Aimee, I won’t deny how good she is. When you break your own record to become a five time FFW Champion which will likely never be replicated any time soon, you’d have to be downright stupid to downplay her talents.

Referee Jennifer Stringer takes the title from Scarlett, and shows it to Aimee before she raises it high above her head. She calls for the bell as the crowd comes to its feet as the two women look across at one another before meeting in the center. Both of them look around at the capacity crowd before Aimee offers her a handshake. The Cajun looks down at it for a moment and returns the gesture. Easter takes a deep breath before they lock up in the center of the ring, but with Aimee’s power advantage, she easily starts pushing Scarlett backwards towards the ropes. They don’t make it before the Serpent catches her with a short knee in the ribs followed by a couple more before a snapmare sends her to the canvas. And as the redhead starts to get up, Aimee catches her with a stiff front kick in the back that seems to freeze her up. Aimee quickly presses the advantage, firing another kick into her back before she pushes her head forward and begins to fire knees into her spine. A pair of clubbing blows to the back found the mark as Scarlett started to try to get up. Aimee grabs her hand, and fires her hard into the far corner. Kincaid strikes back first as Aimee moves right in, grabbing her arm and doing it again with another fierce Irish whip that sends the champion back first into the far corner. Scarlett starts to stumble out of the corner before Aimee lowers her head, delivering a running shoulder thrust into Scarlett that shoves her back against the corner again. She keeps her head down, driving three more shots into her before she pulls her out of the corner and scoops her up into a backbreaker across her knee that sends Scarlett to the canvas.

Mark: The challenger is getting her game plan rolling right out of the gate, and is going to work on Scarlett’s back. She said she’d have to wrestle a practically perfect match, and she’s doing just that so far.

Christian: It’s a smart strategy. Aimee wants to make Scarlett hurt every time she tries to move out there, because you spine is really the center of pretty much everything. Her last opponent tried to pick up the pace against her, but Aimee likes a more methodical pace.

Easter plants her foot on Scarlett’s lower back before she reaches down and pulls backwards on her arms into a standing surfboard. The referee slid down in front of the champion, asking her if she wanted to quit. But Scarlett wasn’t about to do that as Aimee pulled back more on her arms, bowing her back in the wrong direction as she kept her foot planted firmly in place. Scarlett’s face grimaced in pain as Aimee continued to pull back on her arms before she lifted her foot and delivered a hard stomp right back to where she planted it again.

Mark: Look at the angle Scarlett’s getting bent backwards by Aimee, she hasn’t let up for a single second with her offense. And Kincaid is in trouble early on, because your back isn’t designed to withstand this punishment.

Christian: I don’t think Aimee expects her to give up, I can’t remember a time she did off the top of my head. But she’s wearing her down early, and with the length of time between her last match and this one, Scarlett may be suffering a slight bit of ring rust.

Aimee finally released the hold, letting Scarlett’s arms fall to the canvas. She measured and delivered an elbow drop into her back, kneading the elbow into the spot after doing so before she got back to her feet. The champion started to move towards the ropes in a crawl as Aimee pulled her back up to a vertical base before she scooped her up and dropped face forward with onto the canvas with a power slam. But Easter didn’t let her stay down before she pulled her back up again for what looked like a second powerslam, but instead she let her drop across her knee before the champion collapsed back to the canvas.

Christian: Scarlett’s just getting punished in there. I know Aimee seemingly has no ill will towards her, but it still hurts all the same. She has to get out of the blocks or this title match will be very short-lived.

Mark: Scarlett hasn’t shown any offense for a reason, because Aimee hasn’t allowed it. And that’s very very smart. She’s managed to not only take the advantage but keep it since the opening bell. That’s one of the hallmarks of a champion, absolutely no wasted motion in there.

Aimee hammered a few forearms across her back as she tried to get up before she pulled her the rest of the way. She fired Scarlett back into the corner again. As soon as she struck, Aimee charged in after her. Kincaid ducked out of the way as Aimee caught herself from hitting the corner by jumping onto the middle turnbuckle. And as she glanced between her legs to see where Scarlett was, the champion delivered a deafening SMACK with a superkick between those legs into her chin! Easter fell to the canvas like a sack of bricks as Scarlett collapsed beside her, , holding her back as she leaned herself against the ropes.

Mark: Did you HEAR the smack of Scarlett’s boot on Aimee’s jaw!? It sounded like a gun went off, and Scarlett’s not even able to follow up.

Christian: I’ve seen a lot of superkicks in my life, but that one hit like none I remember. Jesus, Aimee may have a trip to see her orthodontist this weekend!

Aimee was slow moving on the canvas as Scarlett used the ropes to help her get to her feet. She pulled Aimee up the rest of the way, hammering right hands at her before she backed her into the corner. She quickly grabbed the top rope and began to fire rapid-fire kicks into her body repeatedly before the Serpent began to fall to a seat in the corner. Kincaid clutched her lower back in pain before she bounced off the ropes and drove a knee trembler across Aimee’s jaw as she sat in the corner. The challenger leaned over the bottom rope, holding her head before Scarlett left her feet with a basement dropkick into her head that nearly sent Aimee through the ropes before Kincaid dropped to her knees again, still favoring her back.

Christian: Aimee’s handiwork is really paying off! Scarlett’s in pain with almost every move she makes, but she knows she has to stay on her and fight through it.

Mark: Scarlett’s been a player almost from the day FFW opened, and she’s fought through a lot of pain to be where she is. And she’s fighting through it again as she’s caught Aimee flush more than once right in the head!

Kincaid started to pull her back into the ring again, dragging her by her feet away from the corner towards the center. The redhead leaned against the corner afterwards, running a few steps before she left her feet with a double knee drop across Aimee’s head. The Cajun quickly hooked the far leg for a cover as the referee slid into position for the count.

Mark: A double knee drop right to the dome, and Scarlett’s going for it all right now!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Aimee got her shoulder just after the two as Scarlett slowly got back to her feet. Aimee started to get back up, only for the champion to plant her head between her legs and hook both arms before delivering a devastating piledriver.

Christian: You see what she’s doing right? Scarlett knows that Aimee’s body is probably 98% muscle, but she can’t toughen up her head. So she’s trying to knock Aimee out cold with almost every move. That’s….that’s smart, Mark!

The FFW Champion rolled to her knees, her face awash in pain as her back continued to give her problems. Aimee began to push up to her hands and knees before Scarlett left her feet with a leg drop across the back of her head that sent Aimee face first into the mat. But her back made her pay for it on impact as she grabbed it, and started back to her feet again. She pulled Aimee back up with her, scooping her and then planting her with a Samoan drop. Kincaid’s face tensed up again on impact before she started to stand once more. Scarlett pulled Aimee up slowly, but the Serpent surprised her with a small package rollup that brought the fans to their feet. The referee dropped to count immediately!

Mark: SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Scarlett kicked out just after the two, glancing to the referee to see if it was just two. Stringer gave her a nod to answer her as she got up, only to find Aimee waiting on her as she had gotten up while Kincaid was checking. When the champion spun around, Aimee began to land blistering right hands to her head before she planted her head between her legs, hoisted her up and took off with a running powerbomb that planted Scarlett into the canvas! She kept hold of her legs and leaned forward for the cover as the referee moved into position!

Christian: I think it’s safe to say Aimee found her second win, and we may have a new FFW Champion!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Scarlett raised her shoulder right before the three as Stringer showed Aimee two fingers. The Serpent tried to pull herself together just a bit more as she rose to her feet. It was clear that her head was hurting her as one hand grabbed the back of it before she leaned down to get the champion. She pulled Scarlett to her feet, and hoisted her up high into the air for brainbuster!

Mark: I’m amazed that running powerbomb didn’t get the job, but the champion is still in this. And now Aimee’s going right back to work on Scarlett’s back all over again.

Aimee pulled the champion up to her feet, hooking her leg and then lobbing her with a perfectly executed t-bone suplex. The challenger rolled over onto her stomach and slid across Scarlett as she hooked the leg for the cover before the referee made the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Mark: And again, Aimee was just that close to putting this thing away! You gotta believe she feels like that title’s getting closer and closer to her, Christian.

Christian: She can feel it all she wants, I’m just waiting for the frustration to kick in. And when that happens, I think you’re going to see what I’ve been talking about all this time.

Aimee sat up, still favoring the back of her head for a moment with one hand as she started back to her feet. She leaned down to grab Scarlett, and pull her up with her. Only the champion surprised her by firing a pair of right hands into her abdomen from her knees. It only stunned the well defined physique of the challenger as she went to grab her again, just as Scarlett hammered yet another right into her gut. Kincaid rose to her feet, iring a few more right hands this time before she took off towards the ropes, picking up speed off the rebound. But Aimee caught her coming in with a spinebuster that caused the champion to shout in pain on impact!

Mark: Scarlett was starting to pick up some momentum again, and ran right into one hellacious spinebuster from the Serpent! Aimee’s going for it all!

Aimee quickly moved across the champion, hooking her leg as the referee dropped to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!!!

Scarlett’s arm came up again just before the three as the referee showed only two fingers. Easter looked down to her opponent for a moment and started to get back to her feet.

Christian: And that’s why she is a five time FFW Champion, Mark. Because it takes a hell of a lot to put her down for a three. You can count very few women who have been able to do it.

Aimee headed for the farthest corner, patting her arm for a moment as she waited for Scarlett to get back to her feet. The Cajun was definitely slow moving as she had taken so much punishment, crawling towards the ropes and using them to help her get up again.

Christian: Here comes that what is essentially a bionic clothesline! Aimee must feel like Scarlett’s on the brink of defeat!

Kincaid grabbed the top rope to help her get up before Aimee charged after her with her signature clothesline. But the Cajun dropped back down, and pulled the rope with her as Aimee went up and over….and got her arm caught between the top and middle ropes as Aimee’s body went down and snapped back up with her arm hung in the ropes. Easter shouted in agony as the ropes nearly jerked her arm out of socket. Referee Jennifer Stringer immediately began trying to untangle the ropes so Aimee got her arm free.

Mark: Aimee went for the big clothesline, but Scarlett low-bridged that top rope and Aimee may have just had her shoulder dislocated!

Christian: It wouldn’t be the first time that’s worked out well for her. Remember Unstoppable, that’s what ended up turning the tide for her against Wendy.

Stringer finally got her arm free as Aimee dropped to the canvas, clutching it against her body in pain. Scarlett had taken the time to try to get her wits about her before she grabbed that arm and began to violently jerk it against her shoulder and then drag her back into the ring. The champion rolled her over onto her stomach and sat down on her back, locking in a Fujiwara armbar submission. Stringer slid around in front of Aimee as the Serpent’s face was a mask of pure agony. Scarlett leaned back, trying to pull the arm further as Aimee ran her fingernails down her face in pain.

Mark: A long line of athletes have fallen victim to that very move throughout the wrestling world, and Kincaid is going to do a lot more damage in a short time if she keeps this on for very long.

Christian: There comes a point, as I’ve told Kelly countless times, that you have to think about your career over a match. FFW Championship matches aren’t given easily, but if Scarlett manages to tear cartilage or worse in that arm, Aimee’s gonna be on the injured list for a while.

Kincaid began to crank back further on Aimee’s injured right arm, causing the Serpent to yell in pain. Stringer asked her again if she wanted to submit, but the challenger didn’t answer her as she was too busy trying to reach the good arm towards the ropes. They were just out of reach though, with only inches between her fingertips and the bottom rope. Easter clenched her teeth as she listened to the referee ask her again, only for the Serpent to kick her foot under the bottom rope instead. The referee tapped Scarlett on the shoulder for the break, and the Cajun rose to her feet thinking she had won. Stringer shook her head, pointing to Aimee’s foot under the bottom rope.

Mark: Scarlett thought Aimee tapped out there, but the referee made an excellent call. You talked earlier about how powerful Aimee’s body is, I think that arm is being tested severely tonight in Auburn Hills.

Christian: You aren’t kidding. I mean you can build up muscle all you want, but with the work Scarlett’s done on that arm, it has to be more than negated by now. I’d be surprised if she has any real use of it at this point.

Scarlett turned back towards her opponent as Aimee started to push up to her knees. She clutched her right arm to her body, leaning over in pain as Scarlett leaned down to pull her up. The champion started to pull her back to her feet, only for Aimee to surprise her and bring her up onto her shoulders before connecting quickly with a Death Valley driver. The champion hit hard as Aimee’s face seized up again as the impact did more damage to her arm. Aimee started towards the corner, leaning against it as she noticed Scarlett was starting to get up again very slowly. As soon as the champion turned in her direction, Aimee charged out of the corner with a brogue kick that caught her flush on the jaw! The fans came to their feet as Aimee dropped across her for a cover before the referee made the count.

Mark: Big time BICYCLE KICK!! Scarlett may be out cold, Aimee’s gonna take home the gold!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Scarlett rolled her shoulder at the last second as Aimee’s face showed just a bit of frustration now. She looked over to the referee and back down to the champion as she got to her feet.

Christian: That’s the thing about Aimee, her arms and legs both are very strong. And even if you take one away, she still has the others! And that kick sent Scarlett into next week!

Aimee moved back towards the corner, still heavily favoring her arm as she waved Scarlett to get up. The champion was very slow to do so before Aimee measured her, and charged out with the signature clothesline! It flipped Scarlett almost inside out as Aimee shouted again in pain!

Mark: There it is, Christian.. GET EDUCATED!! And Aimee may have done her own arm far more damage in the process!

Christian: This is for the FFW Championship, Mark. She’s playing through the pain, because she knows these don’t come along everyday! You know what that sets up though!

Aimee clutched her right arm to her chest tightly as she moved back towards Scarlett. She pulled the redhead up, planting her head under one arm before she hoisted her up. The pain made it so she couldn’t hold her long before she delivered the Jackhammer.

Mark: That’s it!! FINAL VERSE!! NEW CHAMPION!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

NO!!

At the last split second, Scarlett got her shoulder up as Aimee looked down in disbelief at her and then the referee as the official held up two fingers.

Christian: I don’t believe it….I just don’t believe it!! That should have been all right there! I was ready to call her the champion myself, Mark!

Mark: Kincaid has got to be, without question, completely running on instinct! There is no way she could have had the wherewithal to know what was going on, but this match continues!!

Aimee pushed up to her feet, shaking her head before she bounced off the near side ropes with a curb stomp to the back of her head. She quickly pulled her up with the other arm, replaced her head where it was before, and hoisted Kincaid up for a second Jackhammer!

Christian: If the first one doesn’t get you, Mark, the second one will!!

And without a moment’s hesitation, Aimee delivered the Jackhammer for the second time before she hooked the far leg for the cover. The referee slid right into position as the fans came to their feet.

Mark: FINAL VERSE AGAIN!! Is that all? What more can she do if it’s not?!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Stringer called for the bell as many of the fans came to their feet. The referee raised Aimee’s hand as she sat up on her knees with a look of first surprise then joy on her face. Stringer handed her the title as fireworks began to set off around the arena.

Christian: Well I’ll be damned….

Herbie: The winner of this match…..AND NEEEEEEEEEWWW FFW Champion……’THE SERPENT’ AIMEE EASTER!!!

Mark: Hey Future Shock, you just got your first FFW Champion! AIMEE DID IT!! AIMEE HAS MADE BOTH FFW & FUTURE SHOCK HISTORY!!

Christian: …..The first Future Shock graduate to ever become FFW Champion. This has to be a proud moment for a lot of people, not the least of which is Aimee Easter!

Mark: On a night where it’s been a rollercoaster ride from start to finish, Aimee Easter has made history! Aimee Easter has turned the corner, and Aimee Easter has joined some very elite company as the new FFW Champion!!!

Aimee got to her feet, holding the title with her good arm as she looked down at it and out to the crowd before she raised it above her head with a smile on her face. She glanced over towards Scarlett, who was barely stirring before she sat up and offering her a handshake. Kincaid nodded her head, and weakly shook her hand out of respect.

Christian: You know what, Mark? After seeing that, it’s no FFW title, but….maybe I was wrong about Aimee. The old Aimee would have drilled her right there, but she didn't. And….maybe I was wrong about my suspicion. Aimee is making a believer out of me.

Mark: Fans, that’s gonna do it for us here from Auburn Hills! Thank you for joining us for the ride that was Chaos Theory! We’ll see you Tuesday night on Future Shock! For the entire broadcast team, good night from the Palace! Aimee’s on top of the mountain...and Caroline’s NEXT!!

Aimee kissed the title with a tired smile on her face as Chaos Theory faded off the air.