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FFW Unstoppable 7 - July 30, 2016

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The FFW logo flashes across the screen before we see a history of the previous six Unstoppable Pay Per Views. After seeing clips of women such as Scarlett Kincaid, Caroline Stark, Valerie Lamb and others, we go live inside the Citrus Bowl as a roaring crowd greets the viewers at home. The camera pans the crowd, showing hundreds of signs throughout the stadium.

Mark: You are looking live at almost 70,000 from all points around the world who have converged here at the Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida for the biggest night of the year! You’re watching FFW Unstoppable 7, and you have chosen one hell of a show tonight! But let’s send it up to our host...Zoey Adler!

The cameras converge on the ring as dusk has settled in the sky above Zoey Adler, who leans back against the one of the turnbuckles with the microphone in hand and a starry look on her eyes. Nerves perhaps? Either way she pulls out of the corner once she gets the queue that they’re live and ready to begin this massive event off

Zoey: You know, I just got here in Orlando from that “other city” in Florida and I don’t really understand why anyone in this state would want to live outside of Orlando.. This place really is Magic

She says with a smirk drawing a “cheap pop” from the Orlando crowd with a bit of love for their hometown

Zoey: So are you all ready for Unstoppable 7 Tonight?

Again they ROAR in excitement as she nods

Zoey: “We have some SERIOUS matches for you tonight. BSX will be Challenging One Woman Show for the Unity Tag Titles - Caroline Stark, who may or may not actually be a superhero… Will be defending the FFW Championship against Nevaeh Summers in the main event… Oh and let’s not forget that we’ll be seeing Felicity Banks, live here tonight

The crowd begins a pretty loud chant ultimately for the host, with a “ZOEY ZOEY!” chant, which causes her to chuckle and wave to them

Zoey: Tonight I have the privilege of being your guest host, and as such I’ll be on the spot with breaking news and stories from the backstage area after all of the big events. I’d like to thank FFW for having me here tonight… But moreover I’d like to thank you fans. You’re the reason we all get to do what we do in this sport

As Zoey concludes, the theme for Unstoppable begins as we cut to a highlight package of the two main events as well as many of the matches beneath it to “Confident” by Demi Lovato. And when that concludes, we head back into the area where Anita is standing in the ring.




[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 Cory makes his announcement.]

Anita:  “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: It's the second encounter that these two women have with one another, and after the last fight Tabatha's tried to play her games on Tolson a little more.

Mai: Not surprising that we needed a second fight to settle this after the way the last one went down.

“Evil In The Night” begins to play over the system as the crowd starts to jeer; as the chorus cuts in, Tabatha could be seen leaning her body against a pole on the stage, she lowers her body to the ground and begins to crawl towards the ring, her hair swaying side to side as she did so.

Anita: Introducing from London, England, she is “The Queen Bitch” Tabatha Belmont!

Tabatha slowly crawls up the steel ramp, licking her lips before sliding into the ring, leaning her body against the ropes as she waits for the bell to ring.

Mark: Last time we saw Tabatha she was facing Cereza in her last Aspire Ring defense. That obviously didn't go well for Queen B, but tonight could be her night to make up for that.

Mai: Could? No, it's more of a definite.

As the bell rings, Samantha charges right at Tabatha, only for the stripper to move to the side, causing Tolson to run chest first into the turnbuckles. Belmont takes advantage of this by bringing her knee up into the small of Samantha's back repeatedly until the referee pulls Tabatha away. The Queen B yells at the ref while Samantha comes to, still staring daggers into Tabatha. She runs at Tabatha from behind as she argues with the ref still and wraps her arms around her before lifting her up with a German suplex.

Mark: Samantha got off to a rough start when Tabatha dodged her, but she's quickly getting her second wind here.

Samantha rolls back to her feet, demanding Tabatha get back up. As she does so she's pelted with lefts and rights from Samantha before she's whipped into the ropes. Tolson stands her ground as she waits for Tabatha to bounce back, and sends her rolling in the air with an arm drag. Tabatha quickly gets back up and rushes at Tolson, only for her to drop to her knees and hit an instant fireman's carry on the former stripper. While she's down Sam immediately glides over and puts her in a headlock, which doesn't last too long as Tabatha grabs at Sam's eyes in a maneuver to get free.

Mark: Quite the unorthodox escape but Tabatha's probably just glad to be out of that one.

Mai: You said it, if I were Tabby I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that country girl armpit. It must smell nasty!

Tabatha takes this opportunity to get up and grabs Samantha by the head. She grabs Samantha into a headlock and then runs forward into a sitdown position, before rolling Sam over and hooking her leg as she sits atop Tolson, her facial expressions enjoying the position she's in before the country girl shoves her off.

Mai: Aw, what's the matter Sam? I thought you'd enjoy being in that position for your girlfriend!

Mark: Not exactly the time for these instances, Mai! Sam is trying to take this fight seriously but Tabatha refuses to let up!

As Sam flings her hair back to show the death stare, Tabatha simply grins as she lashes her tongue between her fingers. This causes Sam to run at Tabatha with a kick, but Belmont bends back and causes Sam to get her foot caught in the middle rope.

Mark: Sam seems to be blinded by rage at Tabatha's suggestive nature, and Belmont is taking proper advantage of that.

Mai: Almost forgot that as a stripper she could even bend back that far! She might need to show me some of those moves.

Sam gets her boot off the ropes, but is immediately met with a boot to the midsection by Tabatha, who forces her head between her legs and has the biggest grin on her face.

Mark: Oh dear god...

Mai: What? Seriously, what's the deal? All Tabby's doing is getting Sam to embrace her wild side out in the open!

Before Tabatha can do anything, Sam lifts her back up and lifts Tabatha over herself with a back body drop. She kicks at the downed Tabatha repeatedly, not giving her the chance to get up before she lands a dropkick on top of Tabatha.

ONE!

Tabatha rolls off and on top of Samantha, butting their heads together a few times before Belmont brings their lips together. Sam shoves Tabatha off of her again and delivers a stiff kick to Belmont's face.

Mark: Tabatha might want to be careful, she running to that well quite a bit in this match and it could cost her.

Mai: Meanwhile Sam's throwing a bitch fit because it's not her girlfriend doing the seducing.

Sam mounts herself on top of Belmont and rains down multiple fists to her face while Tabatha struggles to get out...only to find their crotches meeting and grinding against one another. Belmont looks thrilled with this only for Sam to leap off and back away, wondering what the hell has gotten into this woman.

Mark: Lord, if she keeps this up we might get bumped up to the softcore PPV channels.

Mai: Those still exist?! Nothing wrong with a little good company, then.

Tabatha laughs as she gets back to her feet, waving for Samantha to come at her. Tolson slowly takes a few steps forward before raising her hand to signal for a lockup. Tabatha obliges, grabbing onto Sam's hand...but instead twisting her around and into a dip. Sam shoves Tabatha away, causing herself to fall to the mat. Sam sweeps Tabatha to the ground and grabs her legs, wrapping them around and into a sharpshooter.

Mark: And there's a rare move from Samantha, locking Tabatha into a submission hold to try and end this match fairly quickly!

Mai: Sam sees it as a nightmare. I'm seeing it as quite the wetdream.

Mark: Oh for the love of...

Tabatha still has some strength in her to push her upper body off the canvas and spin around, causing Samantha to flip around and let go of her legs. Belmont gets back up and pulls Samantha up and into a camel clutch position...while she grinds herself against Samantha's body.

Mark: This has to be uncomfortable for Samantha. And the audience!

Mai: Oh no, think about the children, oh please not the children, their innocence is so dear to this world...grow up, Mark!

As Tabatha keeps her locked in, Sam grabs at her legs and slowly rises to her feet, with Tabatha still holding the clutch as she remains on Tolson's back. Samantha then falls back onto Tabatha and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Mai: A close pinfall from Samantha!

Mark: I warned Tabatha, she keeps that up too long this could end up poorly for her!

Samantha picks Tabatha up by the head and slaps her with a knife edge chop across the chest! Then another. And another, and another until Tabatha is forced back into a corner. Tolson then backs up and rushes at Tabatha with a knee to the stomach, then grabs her head and throws her out with another bulldog! Sam covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NO-huh?!

The pin is broken up, but not by Tabatha kicking out. Rather the instant replay shows Tabatha's hand raising up to Samantha's crotch.

Mark: Did we really need a replay of that?! Really?!

Mai: Yes. And I'm going to contact the production crew and see if they can GIF that for me.

After both women get to their feet, Tabatha laughs at her own amusement, and in that moment Samantha slaps her across the face before hitting her with a snap DDT! Tabatha quickly gets up but Samantha meets her with several kicks that force her into the corner, then breaks her down with her legs at a rapid pace until Tabatha looks worn down.

Mark: And Sam finally snapped, hitting the Nihon e no ōdo on Tabatha! This could give her the advantage she needs!

Samantha backs away as Tabatha tries to regain her breath, taunting her to come out of the corner. Belmont does so, and Samantha gets ready to hit Victory Drop Gamma...but Tabatha counters her way out of it and wraps Tolson into the Shattered Dreams! Tabatha remains in the seated position to cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mark: And it's over! Thank god...

Anita: Here is your winner...TABATHA! BELMONT!

Mai: Well that was an interesting way to kick off our biggest show of the year. I'm sure most of us will be rewinding through this fight for a bit before getting to the rest of the show.

Mark: Don't encourage it, Mai!







Anita: The following contest is set for one fall!

Mark: Coming up, ladies and gentlemen, we have a rather tense Rhea Laskaris taking on the newly reformed “Queen of Games” in Jodie Gray! And I have a guest at the table for this one, being Jodie’s baby sister, Mandy! Welcome to the booth, Mandy.

Mandy: Thanks, Mark!

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.

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

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

Mark: Jodie started what looked like turning a new leaf around March time, and that was definitely helped by facing you in the eyes of many, Mandy.

Mandy: I’ve heard that one! Don’t believe it very much though, but in any case, tonight’s a big night for Jodie and not just in terms of who she’s facing. She’s still yet to win at Unstoppable...she’s like the anti-Unstoppable.

The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light Team Kyle’s Athena stands at the top of the ramp with Kyle Kilmeade by her side, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.

You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world


Rhea slowly makes her way down to the ring, rolling her shoulders a bit as she makes her way down the ramp as Kyle has a smirk on his face.  Rhea stays solely focused on the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part as she climbs into the ring only stopping to say something to Kyle.  The Modern Day Amazon climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, her face calm as she gazes upon the masses before hopping down. The powerfully built Greek Amazon rolls her neck from side to side and stretches, pulling on the ropes as her music stops.

Anita: She hails from Tripoli, Greece! Accompanied to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade, please welcome….’THE MODERN DAY AMAZON’ RHEA LASKARIS!!

Mark: This marks the first time in a while we’ve seen Rhea in a FFW ring, and boy does she ever look focused about this one.

Mandy: I’ll say she does! Likely that Rhea does blame Jodie for what happened to Kyle Kilmeade in March, so that’s always on her side really.

The bell is rung. Jodie and Rhea leave their corners and walk towards one another, Jodie entering a fighting stance and looking up at Rhea as they begin to circle one another. Rhea breaks the circling, swiping at Jodie who leans back to avoid it. Rhea tries again, and this time is almost successful, except Jodie jumps back instead, making sure she gets out of arm’s reach. Rhea...gives chase, for lack of a better way of putting it, still trying to grab the Queen of Games, who leaps up over the Amazon’s hand and knocks her foot beautifully into her head! Rhea staggers, straightening while Jodie uses that moment to launch her attack; starting with a dropkick designed to knock the Amazon off balance and follows that up with a clothesline that...does next to nothing, actually. Who knows what it was, but it definitely did more damage to Jodie than it did to Rhea, who takes another step back, and all that does is annoy Jodie who turns to Rhea, driving into her with elbows into the much larger woman...just hoping that something will work, by the look of it.

Mandy: Looks like a strange game of cat and mouse to me.

Mark: That it does...and I’m not sure it’s working for anyone.

It appears that Rhea has had enough of that, and bringing her hands together, lifts them above her head and brings them down HARD on the crook of Jodie’s neck, forcing her down to one knee, where a boot then meets her temple, knocking her to the floor. While on the floor, Rhea takes that to launch several stiff kicks into Jodie’s side, which then becomes her back as she rolls to get away from Rhea. The Greek woman grabs Jodie and pulls her onto her back, mounting her and keeping Jodie in place between her legs partially thanks to her strength there and partially through the sheer volume of fists that are coming her way. Jodie does her best to cover her upper body, but it’s relatively ineffective as Rhea is going just a little too fast for her. Givin up on her assault, Rhea snaps Jodie up and over, dropping her with a belly to belly! Jodie crashes into the mat and pushes herself to her feet, the Amazon watching the whole time. She takes a step towards Jodie as the Charlotte native is almost up and...BANG! Uppercut that knocks Rhea away from her!

Mark: Rhea had the advantage, but Jodie’s resourcefulness helped her greatly there!

Rhea takes that step back and Jodie uses that opening to take Rhea and drop her with a legsweep (and actually does this time!) Jodie springs back up with this new surge or energy and jumps up, dropping on her foe with a double knee drop, landing square in the Amazon’s stomach. Jodie then takes to the ropes and jumps off them, dropping onto Rhea with a moonsault this time, hooking the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!--Shoulder!

Mandy: Gonna take more than that to keep Rhea down, but huge credit for Jodie going for it.

Up pops the shoulder, forcing Jodie off of Rhea, who looks none too impressed by what just happened. Jodie gets up and puts a foot in Rhea’s abdomen, then looks to the crner where she then goes and starts up the turnbuckle. Once up the top, she looks down and steadies herself, watching Rhea who is getting to her feet.

Mark: Jodie very rarely goes high...which in itself isn’t a bad thing, but might ultimately create problems immediately.

Mandy: She’s not the most experienced flyer, true, but you’ll be danmed if you don’t see her being able to say she tried.

Once Rheah is up, Jodie launches from the pad...and right into Rheam who catches her and drops her with a sit out powerbomb! Jodie’s head bounces off the mat and Rhea, rather than go for a cover, hauls the American woman to her feet and whips her back into the same corner, charging at her with a bodysplash that sees Jodie’s legs splay in front of her. A shoulder tackle is what follows this, and then a rather stern kick to the ribs that forces Jodie to grunt, clutching that area of her body in pain as Rhea lifts her onto the top turnbuckle. Once there, she hooks Jodie for a Samoan Drop and down they both go! Pulling Jodie out just enoufgh, Rhea falls into a cover of her own.

Mark: Samoan drop! And we got a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

T--SHOULDER!

Jodie rolls out of it and just a little bit away from Rhea as a result, but the Amazon isn’t done yet. Pulling Jodie back, she takes the Queen by the arm and pulls her tight into a figure four armlock. Jodie shouts as she tries to get out of the hold, shaking her head as she is asked about tapping out. This is not the answer that Rhea wanted, obviously and that makes her wrench the hold tighter still. Jodie screams as the hold is pulled tighter, the pain now quite obvious on her face. She tugs on the hold, but that only makes everything worse. But with nothing else to do, Jodie fights that pain and rolls just enough that she can try to prise Rhea’s feet off her, which would at least give her something to work with. Seeing this, Rhea...lets go.

Mandy: Well...that felt a little anticlimactic.

Jodie instant;y gets out of there, heading towards the ropes, cluthing at her arm as she stares at Rhea. Rhea can only smirk, happy with herself  as she heads towards Jodie again. The NC native gets out of Rhea’s way again, getting to her feet after rolling away, using her other hand to pulls Rhea’s head down and onto her knee! Rhea bounces back and Jodie catches her off again with a spinning heel kick! She knocks Rhea into a corner and is quick enogh to not give Rhea any room to move, taking after her and giving Rhea a facewash. Stepping back, she raises her arm to the crowd - a decision she instantly regrets, as it was the one Rhea had in the figure four. Rhea come sout of the corner, somewhat groggy from the facewash and goes for Jodie, who ducks under the oncoming arm, spinning back to face Rhea’s back and rops her with a one armed bulldog! Using her good arm still, she pulls Rhea back up, only to drop her again with a facewash.

Mark: Jodie’s ruthlessness is showing right now, and by God does it need to!

Mandy: You’re damn right it does, playing about won’t get Jodie a win. Ever.

Jodie looks to the turnbuckle, comsidering it, but ultimately changes her mind after what happened last time and settles for trying to shake some feeling into her arm while Rhea gets up. Rhea is up, and Jodie swings at her, going for a DDT, only to be shoved off by Rhea, who shakes her head at the much smaller woman, ending that dialogue with a brogue kick. Jodie drops but is relatively quick to get back to her feet, grinning at Rhea as if to ask if that was all she had. Rhea then takes Jodie by the head for the goading and threw several elbows into the Queen’s face, each one harder than the last

Mark: It’s like she’s trying to break Jodie’s nose!

Letting go of Jodie, Rhea then retakes her, going to whip her into the ropes but changing her mind and hitting Jodie with Calydonian Revenge! And as the Queen goes double, she gets NAILED with the scissor kick!

Mandy: Olympus Has Fallen! And in this case, Olympus is Jodie!

Jodie crumples and Rhea is on that cover like a bat out of hell!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mark: Put that in the column for Rhea!

Anita: Your winner, “ATHENA” RHEA LASKARIS!

Mark: Outstanding effort by the Queen of Games, who had Rhea on the ropes for a good portion of the match...but ultimately, Rhea’s raw power was just one hurdle too many.

Mandy: And specifically, we mean power in the legs here...

In the ring, Rhea raises an arm and as she leaves the ring, we go elsewhere.





Target Acquired

The next thing we see are highlights from the 100th edition of Breaking Point, including the main event which saw Megan Caraway retaining her Ultraviolence Championship against Sylvia Crowley in a very violent Tables for Two match. Afterwards, we find her with Amber Carano.

Amber: First of all, allow me to be among the many congratulations to you, Megan Caraway, on retaining your title at Breaking Point 100 in a brutal defense, to say the least. And welcome to Unstoppable!

The bounty hunter gripped the title a little tighter for a moment as a smile crossed her face.

Megan: Thanks Amber, it’s great to be here enjoying the show and thanks for the congratulations. I think that match at Breaking Point 100 underlined what we all already knew - that Sylvia is an intense, talented woman who deserves all the respect in for the world for what she’s capable of and the resilience that she’s got. I’m pretty relieved that in my last couple of matches I’ve been able to put her and Destiny in the rear view mirror to some extent and start looking forward to the next challenge.

Amber: It’s fair to note that since becoming champion, you have turned back two of the most dominant champions to have ever held that title. You may recall that both Sylvia and Destiny had pretty strong grips on the gold, so being able to say you stopped them both is a bit of a feather in your cap.

Megan: That’s a very fair comment to make Amber. I’ve taken on the two previous Ultraviolence champions and beaten them both. It’s something that I am proud of and am happy to have done. And I’ve done it on there terms too, I’ve walked into their playground and stood tall. I don’t think there’s many champions, past or present, in any division that can make the same claim. It’s certainly something that has helped me prove my credentials in this division and anyone who wants to knock me off, they’d better realise that they’re in for a war.

Amber: There is a rumor that I’ve been hearing recently that one of the Ascension has been setting their sights on becoming the Ultraviolence Champion. I’m not sure which one it is, but that has been rumored in the back today as they all have matches tonight. As you know, they have been running roughshod over Future Shock, up to and including ending the career of Ashleigh Powell.

Megan: I saw what they did to Ashleigh and how they hastened the end of a promising young career simply because she’s embarrassed one of them. Those three girls in Ascension certainly seem to like making enemies don’t they? And yeah, I know, they’d probably say there’s no such thing as bad publicity and brag that everyone’s talking about them. Good for them. If one of them is brave enough or crazy enough to want to step up to the plate, challenge me and try to take the Ultraviolence Championship then let them come and let them give it their best. I’ll beat them just the same as I did Sylvia and Destiny - no matter if it’s the Titaness, the Latina Goddess or the Zeppo of the group.

Amber: I’m sure only time will tell when we find out if the rumor is indeed true. But in any case, congratulations again on your retention.

Amber gives the Ultraviolence Champion a smile before we cut elsewhere.

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We head back to the ring as the crowd sees what’s coming up next on the video wall, causing a buzz through the stadium.

Mark: One of the biggest attractions for tonight is the return of the Pistols, and I’ve invited the honorary Pistol down here to see it in person. Glad to have you, Jo!

Jo: Thanks for the invite, Mark! Can’t tell you how excited I am to be down here for this one! Aside of my sisters’ match later, definitely one I’ve been particularly looking forward to.

Anita: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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


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

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


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

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

Mark: Could we be looking at a future Television Champion? Kimmi earned herself a shot, and Ascension has been picking up quite a few victories in recent weeks. Kimmi will meet the winner of the Television Championship match between Leona Vega & Karina Petrova still to come.

Jo: I would love to know how Kimmi got a shot other than sheer luck, but there you go! Though it has, unfortunately for whoever wins later, Kimmi’s getting a shot could spring the division wide open.

Mark: Jo, it’s about that time. They’ve been waiting for this!

Three glass portraits of Kimmi Hate rise up from the stage as the music from a western begins to play. A few tumbleweeds blow across the stage before it sounds like three shots are fired, causing the glass portraits to shatter before we hear "Shots Fired!" "Ricochet" by Faith No More begins playing from there. Smoke billows up from the stage as the fans see Lizzy Taylor & Leah Belle standing back to back with toy pistols in their hand before the crowd roars!

With the live crowd rumbling, Lizzy and Leah give each other a smile with Lizzy dressed in her ring gear asn Leah follows her down the ramp. About halfway down the ramp, Lizzy takes off in a run towards the ring with Leah right behind her. The girls step through the ropes as Lizzy hears a loud "PISTOLS" chant from the Orlando crowd. She hops up onto the bottom rope, leaning over the top of it before Lizzy blows a kiss to the fans. As she hops down, Leah borrows the microphone from Anita with a smile on her face.

Leah: ORLANDO, FLORIDA....My name is Leah Belle! And who is she?

The crowd chants Taylor's name as "LIZZY LIZZY LIZZY", which makes the blonde laugh listening to it.

Leah: She's from London, England! She is my best friend, and is about to leave a bad red dye job all over Orlando....This is........LIZZY TAYLOR!!!

This draws a louder response from the crowd as Lizzy hops down off the ropes, giving Leah a big hug before the brunette steps out onto the apron while the crowd chants for Lizzy.

Mark: It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Lizzy Taylor and Leah Belle together inside a ring, but it’s long overdue! Lizzy’s rolled into Unstoppable like the last gunslinger with a redheaded outlaw waiting on her!

Jo: Kimmi, unfortunately, brought a knife to a gunfight and is about to find out Lizzy don’t need to be standing point blank to hit. ...Christ, these gun puns are horrible.

Referee Kevin Fisk calls for the bell to start the match as a very loud chant for the Pistol begins to rumble through the stadium. This brings a big smile to her face as she and Kimmi meet in the center. She asks the redhead if she hears what they are saying, and Kimmi responds with a thumb in her eye before she starts hammering forearms into the side of her head. Hate backs her up into the ropes after a few shots before she whips her across for the ride. Lizzy rebounds off the fair side as Kimmi goes for a clothesline. But Taylor ducks underneath and pops up behind her. When the redhead turns around, Lizzy begins returning fire with hard rights to the head before delivering an armdrag takedown. Hate pops up, gets another armdrag takedown. She pops up again, another armdrag takedown. She pops up the fourth time and steps away from Lizzy to break the cycle, only for Taylor to catch her with a standing dropkick that sends her through the ropes to the floor on her butt.  And the chants for the Pistol resume again as Leah rallies the Orlando crowd.

Mark: Kimmi just got deposited out here ringside, and this crowd is solidly behind Lizzy, to no one’s surprise.

Jo: A crowd behind Lizzy over Kimmi? Yup, the sky’s blue in Orlando tonight. Personally, it’s freaking awesome.

Hate gets back to her feet, shooting an obscene gesture to the crowd before she climbs back up onto the apron. She happens to glance over to see where Leah is as Lizzy grabs the top rope, and slingshots her back inside the ring. Hate lands hard on the canvas as Lizzy starts dropping elbows. All the elbows. Elbows forever as she drops one, nip up, drops another, nip up, drops another, nip up, drops another and so forth six times in succession. And as Kimmi tried to roll away from her, Lizzy locked in an armbar as she dropped to one knee. The blonde wrenched away at that arm before she began to grind her elbow into her shoulder, causing Kimmi to grimace in pain.

Mark: Lizzy enjoys the ground and pound strategy, and she’s using it to the fullest extent her. And having her elbow digging into Kimmi’s shoulder isn’t how Hate hoped to spend her Saturday night.

Jo: No she hoped to be spending her Saturday wiping the floor with a woman who outmatches her in every way imaginable. Eh well, you can dream right?

Lizzy continued to wrench that arm before Kimmi started back to her feet, turning into her and catching her with a back elbow to the jaw. It rocked Lizzy backwards a step, but allowed Kimmi to get her arm free. Taylor shook it off and came forward, right into a sidewalk slam from the redhead. Hate grinded her forearm into Lizzy’s face before she leaned down, and bit into it. Lizzy shouted in pain as the referee counted four before she let go. Hate raked her boot across her face after she got back up, then looking to the crowd in a mocking PIstols pose.

Mark: Kimmi’s back in control here, but she needs to focus on Lizzy and less on antagonizing this crowd in Orlando. They aren’t her opponent, Lizzy is.

Jo: Kimmi’s harbouring classic Ascension logic of “if you’re not wth us, you’re against us”, so that makes the crowd her opponents almost by default. Still, giving Lizzy time to recover isn’t going to work in her favour.

Lizzy began to get to her feet, only to catch a kneelift to the face from Kimmi before she grabbed two handfuls of her hair and sent her flying with a hair mare. Taylor landed face down on the canvas before Kimmi took off for the far side, driving a knee drop into the back of her head. Hate mounted her back, and began to scrub her face against the mat as Lizzy kicked her feet in pain. The redhead waited for Lizzy to sit up before she took off for the ropes behind her, using a low dropkick to the back of her head to put her back down again. Hate left her feet for a leaping leg drop to the back of her head before she rolled her over and made the cover. Fisk slid into position to make the count.

Jo: And Kimmi definitely putting herself in charge now.

ONE!!

TWO!!!!

Lizzy kicked out at the two as Kimmi leaned down, and started biting into her again. Once more, the referee began to count her down until she let go at four, sitting up with a grin on her face.

Mark: I’ve always thought biting is one of the most disgusting things you can do to another opponent. This is a wrestling match, you’re supposed to outwrestle her.

Jo: That and spitting, but spitting is just gross.

Lizzy began to try to get to her feet, holding her face where Kimmi had bit into it twice now. Hate moved around behind her, snapping her up from behind into a back suplex. Lizzy’s head and body hit the mat like a sack of bricks before Kimmi headed for the corner, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside.

Mark: Kimmi’s getting more confident, and I think Lizzy may be suffering from a bit of ring rust after her time away. There’s no substitute for competing in the ring!

Jo: There never is, sadly, and I’ll be damned if Kimmi isn’t using it to her advantage.

Kimmi measured and dove off with a knee drop aimed for her face. But the blonde rolled out of the way, and Kimmi’s knee hit the mat instead. It froze the redhead in pain as Leah began to rally the Orlando crowd behind her best friend. The chants for Lizzy began anew as Taylor started back to her feet, while Kimmi was trying to get up on her now hurt leg as well. Lizzy scooped her up, and dropped her with a knee breaker that put Kimmi face down on the mat. The blonde was still in pain though as she tried to get herself together. She then dragged Kimmi to the ropes, draping her foot across the bottom rope before leaving her feet to hit an elbow drop into that same knee. Hate’s leg cracked against the canvas before Lizzy set it up, and did it again. Leah tried to get the crowd to chant louder as Lizzy circled around behind Kimmi as she tried to get up again. When Kimmi did that and turned, Lizzy grabbed her leg and used a dragon screw leg whip that snapped Kimmi to the mat. She jerked her away from the ropes, and applied a figure four leglock. And Kimmi began to pound the mat in pain almost immediately.

Jo: Rust or no rust, Lizzy is hellbent on getting maximum damage out of that leg!

Mark: Lizzy is taking full advantage of Kimmi’s missed knee drop earlier, and going right to work on that leg. Look at Kimmi, you can see how much this figure four is torturing her!

Kimmi shouted more than a few curse words into the air as she dropped back to lay on the mat. But she sat up immediately when the referee got into position to count her shoulders. Lizzy remained sitting up, pushing up on her hands to try to increase the pressure which was clearly working as Hate growled in pain. The referee asked the redhead if she wanted to quit, but Kimmi used her hand to pieface him backwards away from her. Lizzy pushed up on her hands again, causing Hate to shout in pain and fall back on the mat. And again when the referee went to count, she sat back up.

Mark: Kimmi’s leg must feel like it’s on fire right now, Taylor has done a fantastic job of turning this thing around. It’s all Hate can do to stay sitting up so the referee doesn’t count a fall on her.

Jo: Might make her feel better, but wouldn’t if she got herself a loss that way. It’d be exceptioanally poor too.

Kimmi reached forward and managed to gouge her fingers into Lizzy’s eyes, causing her to lose focus and allow Kimmi to get herself free of the submission hold. Hate rolled to her knees, and started to try to stumble away from her. Lizzy managed to restore her vision, closing in on Kimmi from behind when she tried to stand up, only for Hate to mule kick her in the gut with her good leg. When the redhead turned around, she hooked her head and dropped her with a facebuster into the mat. She quickly rolled her over, and went for the cover.

Mark: Hate’s trying to get some feeling back into that leg, and a big time facebuster! She might have knocked Lizzy out!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Lizzy rolled her shoulder before the three as Kimmi started to get back to her feet. The redhead was having significant trouble staying vertical as she couldn’t put much weight on her bad knee. She stumbled to the ropes, stomping her foot on the mat as though she were trying to get her knee to pop back into shape. Meanwhile behind her, Lizzy was starting to get back to her feet.

Jo: Hey, Kimmi, whenever you want to actually pay some attention to your opponent, that would be great.

Kimmi headed for the corner before Lizzy’s head popped up between her legs, carrying her for a half second on her shoulders before falling backwards with an electric chair! Hate landed on the back of her head as Lizzy rolled over the top of her and made the cover. Fisk slid right into position to make the count.

Mark: She calls that LONDON’S FALLING! Taylor has the cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kimmi kicked out before the three as Lizzy got to her knees. Leah pounded the mat, trying to rally the crowd on while Lizzy collected her senses. And as Kimmi lay on the canvas, Lizzy untied Kimmi’s boot laces on each foot and began to do something with them out of camera shot.

Jo: Is she...tying Kimmi’s laces together?!

After a moment, the blonde got back to her feet as Kimmi started to do the same. And when Hate was vertical, she nearly fell over before she realized Lizzy had tied her laces together. And when she leaned over to grab them, Lizzy grabbed her head and connected with her satellite DDT!

Jo: Beautiful distraction!

Mark: RICOCHET!! I’m not sure I’ve seen anything quite like that before!

Taylor dove across her for the cover, hooking the outside leg as Fisk dropped to count the fall.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Fisk called for the bell as the crowd came to its feet in a roar. Leah grinned at ringside before she hopped up onto the apron and helped Lizzy to her feet. The brunette and the referee raised her hands in victory.

Mark: Lizzy tied Kimmi’s laces together, and dropped her right after that! A little outside the box thinking there from the English beauty!

Jo: All perfectly legal, and Lizzy comes back and racks up the win!

Anita: The winner of this match……...LIZZY TAYLOR!!!

Leah hugged her friend as the crowd joined in their elation. Taylor made a gun sign with her hand, and blew her fingertips before she climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle and telling the crowd she loved them too. They were soon joined by an uber-excited Kelly Fury, who stormed the ring to hug the girls.

Jo: Happy Orlando, happy Pistols! Welcome back, Lizzy and long may it continue!

Mark: It’s not often you get to make your return to the ring on FFW’s biggest show of the year, much less walk away victorious! Lizzy Taylor just put another notch on her six shooter, and there has most definitely been Shots Fired!

Lizzy blew the fans a kiss as they cheered for her before we head elsewhere.





Anita: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the FEMME FATALE WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! INTRODUCING FIRST... THE CHALLENGER!

The lights turn a reddish hue as Mechanical by Moist hits the speakers, the guitar riff a cue for Karina Petrova to step out. The blonde adjusts her pigtails and looks from side to side, arms crossed for a moment as she stares down at the ring with cold eyes. Suddenly sparks hit on either side of the blonde and she doesn’t even react. As the pyro fades she lets a plume of smoke out from her nose and starts her march down to the ring.

Quite you breathing
Keep to the Shadows
Life isn't easy
Love Isn't Kind
Touch is so simple
Almost inhuman
Unearthly feelings
Synthetic mind


Karina marches down to the ring, eyeing the crowd a little but barely reacting to them, almost mechanical in her focus on the match she was about to have. Karina stops at the base of the ring, rolling her neck from either side to crack in.

Anita: Hailing from the Republic of Ingushetia, this is KARINA PETROVA!!!

I see the world falling to pieces
Crumbling beneath us
And it just so hard to fight
Those who control us we are destroyers
This mechanical life


The teen rolls into the ring and eyes the ref before stretching against the ropes and loosening up. Karina leans against her corner casually, an eerie calm about her.

Mark: Look at Karina, Mai... have you ever seen a more focused challenger?

Mai: I don’t think I have, Mark... she knows what is at stake here, not only the Television Championship BUT the glory of being the ONE who stopped Leona from completing the clean sweep. And if she’s nervous, the little star is far from showing it.

With the soft introduction to "Aztec Poem", the lights in the arena dim down, and a faint orange light takes the center stage. It's a bonfire, burning bright, as warriors dressed in feathers, straws and leather take over the center stage, all carrying spears and shields, and all with skull-shaped ornaments around their necks, much like the FFW TV Champion's whistle. The warriors all slam the tip of their spears into the floor along with the drums of the song, that goes into a crescendo, until it stops. That's when all warriors grab their skull whistles and blow into them, making a symphony of agonizing beasts... Invoking their champion, who jumps over the bonfire and lands in a three point stance ahead of them! Leona Vega shows up dressed with a condor helmet and a lush back ornament made of peacock and pheasant feathers. The parts of her body not covered by her golden and red attire are painted in black and blue. She's also holding a shield with a screaming face design on it, a silver spear, and of course, the FFW Television Championship around her waist!

She looks into the cheering audience for a couple of seconds before slamming her spear into the floor and letting out a primal war cry, followed by the roar of a lion, all the while a flock of white doves is released from the top of the big screen, hovering over the Citrus Bowl! As the warriors on the top of the stage keep slamming their spears into the floor, Leona gets up, leaving her spear and shield there, proceeding to unhook the TV Championship from around her waist, hoisting up high and proudly for the crowd's appreciation as two of her warriors come to remove the back ornament and the helmet from her.

Anita: And her opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico... She's the reigning AND DEFENDING FFW Television Champion... Daughter of the Sun Gods, Warrior of the Aztec Tribe... LEONA! VEGA!!!

Without the ornaments impairing her movement, Leona takes a dead sprint to the ring, blasting down the entire ramp of the Citrus Bowl until she gets to the ring, leaping right before the ring to land on the ring apron, and then another jump allows her to vault 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 once again, saying a quick prayer to herself before slapping the top turnbuckle and jumping back down to the ring. She then makes a point to expose the FFW Television Championship to Karina one more time before handing the belt over to the referee.

Mai: And here she is, the reigning and defending champion, Leona Vega; let’s not mince words here, Mark, NO one is more of a fighter than this girl; and she has had pressure match after pressure match but this is Unstoppable! The showcase of all showcases, can she do it again? Can she retain her title?

Mark: That’s the million dollar question isn’t it Mai? Leona has been a fantastic champion, by far one of the hardest working ones we’ve ever had grace us... but you have to wonder; could tonight be the night we see her finally fall?

The referee gives both ladies their final instructions before the ref raises the belt high in the center of the ring to a massive cheer from the crowd. Both ladies look one another in the eye, neither one backing down or showing any sign of nerves as they await the bell to ring.

Mark: You could almost cut the tension with knife here... the calm before the storm.

Mai: It won’t be calm for long, Mark...

Before the bell could be called, Mika appears on the entrance and begins to make her way to ringside, and nods her head at Karina but stares daggers into Leona until taking a seat next to the announcers but far enough away that it was obvious she wasn’t there for commentary.

Mark: As if things couldn’t get anymore tense, we have a guest in Mika now!

Mai: That has to instill pressure in Karina to make her mentor proud and makes Leona just a bit nervous that her former partner and friend is right outside and could possibly cost her here tonight. I’m getting really excited!

The bell finally rings and Leona glances at Mika who only motions for her to pay attention to Karina who was already walking towards the center of the ring and when Leona turned back around, Karina stood directly in front of her, the two stare at one another for a brief moment before the little star catches the champ with a forearm to the side of the head, staggering her back, Leona however answers back with a knife edged chop, and then eats another forearm, Leona fires back again with another chop... then another and another and another, she bounces off the ropes and looks to connect with a shoulder tackle but Karina does not budge and Leona looks at her with wide eyes. Karina motions as if telling her to do it again... and Leona gives her what she wants, bouncing off the ropes and when she goes for another shoulder tackle, Karina extends her arms out and damn near engulfs the champion with a standing avalanche splash that flattens the champion to the mat!

Mai: what an impact! Karina just bulldozed our champion!

Mark: Karina is a force of nature, we’ve not seen anyone as strong as her for some time and tonight she’s showcasing to the world that she was bred for this... molded for war and here at Unstoppable, her war is against Leona Vega!

Karina lifts the champ up, looking her dead in the eyes before pushing her into the ropes and when Leona bounces off them, Karina catches her into a sidewalk slam, Leona gasps for air as Karina quickly makes a cover, placing a forearm into the side of the head for good measure.

One...

The champion kicks out but Karina is not phased by it. She backs away, and when Leona reaches a knee, Karina catches her with a sickening drive by boot to the side of the skull that sends spit flying from her mouth! Karina looks back at Mika who is giving her a thumbs up and a smile. Karina turns back to Leona who was slow to her vertical base and when she finally reaches there, she’s not vertical for long as Karina lifts her up with ease into a military press and dumps her over the top rope! Leona bounces on the ground and rolls towards Mika’s feet. Mika looks down at her and laughs, Leona trying to use her former friend for leverage to reach her feet once more but Mika slowly backs herself and her chair away, causing Leona to crumble back down.

Mark: MY GOD! Karina is having her way with Leona right now! Saved for those early chops, the champion has not had any luck so far.

Mai: And it’s not getting any better, Mark, the little star has just exited the ring and is heading Leona’s way!

Karina is paces away from Leona and as the champ finally reaches her feet, she turns around into a charging little star who takes her down with a massive spear! The crowd is stunned at just how methodical and with ease, Karina is tearing their champion down. Karina reaches her feet and with cold dead eyes, she picks Leona up and rolls her almost lifeless body back into the ring and follows her... she hooks a leg as the ref makes another pin count.

One...

Two...

NO! Leona kicks out!

Mai: Leona has no give, Mark, she has shown that from the start of this road to 100! Challenger after challenger have come to try and take her prize... and they have all fallen by the wayside. But tonight... she’s not facing them, she’s facing Karina, the little star, and this little star is making her pay.

Mark: With each move... one has to believe that Leona could be seeing the end of all her hardwork here tonight. Karina had a gameplan... she’s completely focused with these things in mind here at Unstoppable; END the streak... BECOME the champion... DESTROY Leona Vega.

Karina looked down at the champion, lifting her to her feet by the scruff of her neck, getting a warning from the ref, which she just ignores; staring at the champion, Karina tosses her into a far corner, looking to inflict more damage... after the champ bounces into it, Karina takes off looking for a massive shoulder tackle, but Leona is quick, lifting her body over the ropes and she along with the crowd watch on as Karina barrels right into the corner post shoulder first! She doesn’t give the challenger any chance to recover, leaping back over the ropes and double foot stomping the exposed back of Karina, smashing her down into the mat, she pulls her away from the corner and does a cross motion over her body before leaping onto the top rope and the second her feet touches, she leaps backwards into a picture perfect moonsault on the back of Karina!

Mark: Leona’s back into it! One mistake... all it took was that ONE mistake and there is still fight left in her!

Mai: But what good is it going to do when she’s been battered and beaten, Mark?! Look at her!

Mark: Don’t count her out, Mai... how many times have you... have I... have all of us done that? And each time... she’s proved us wrong!

Mai: Those opponents were not of the caliber and resolve of Karina, Mark, THAT’S THE DIFFERENCE!

The crowd start to chant for Leona as she bounces off the ropes and hits a sliding dropkick to the side of Karina’s head and goes for the pin fall shortly after!

One

Two...

Karina kicks out with authority Tossing Leona into the air! But Karina didn’t see Leona land on her feet and when the challenger stands up and turns around she is greeted with a flying dropkick that smacks her square in the jaw! Karina staggers back and Leona charges, ducking under a clothesline attempt, springboards off the ropes into a moonsault over Karina and collects her head from behind, dumping her with a reverse DDT! The crowd cheers loudly as Leona looks out at them and smiles, catching her bearings as Karina clutches her head!

Mai: What... the... hell?!

Mark: Karina thought tossing Leona was a great idea... it backfired in a major way and the champion is still firmly in control and look at Mika, she’s not happy!

Leona lifts Karina up and bounces her body off the ropes, looking for a flying headscissors but it’s not meant to be as on the final rotation, Karina stops them both dead in flight and in a sickening show of power, lifts Leona’s legs off her head and deposits her with force face first with a flap jack! The crowd goes silent, some cupping their mouths as the ref checks on Leona; Karina doesn’t give her long as she yanks her towards the center of the ring and goes for a cover.

One

Two

Thre.... NO! NO! LEONA KICKS OUT!

Mark: She’s not done! Leona is still alive!

Mai: HOW!?

Mark: Heart of a champion, Mai!

Karina finally shows signs of frustration, slapping the mat with her hand as she looks just as stunned as everyone else with that kick out. She closes her eyes for a brief second as Leona crawls her way towards a corner and starts to climb back to her feet; Karina turns around to see it and makes her move, charging towards the champion and ducking her body for another tackle, Leona at the last possible second, leaps, wrapping her arms around the little star’s waist and using both forms of momentum, rolls her towards the center of the ring with a spinning sunset flip and instead of pinning her, rolls through and seats the challenger and then kicks her head clean off with a snapping superkick! Leona falls down onto the challenger for a pin attempt!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

The bell rings as the crowd explodes at what they just witnessed! Leona has done it again, the ref raises her hand as she looks down at Karina.

Anita: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILLLLLLLLLL YOUR FEMME FATALE TELEVISION CHAMPION, LEONA VEGA!

Mai: WHAT? SHE DID IT AGAIN?!

Mark: LEONA VEGA IS STILL YOUR TV CHAMPION, FOLKS! THE ROAD TO 100 CONTINUES FOR HER! AND THIS AUDIENCE CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Before she has anytime to celebrate her victory, she is ambushed by Mika, who clubs her from behind with the very TV title she just retained. Mika covers the fallen Leona and starts to count..

One...

Two...

Three...

Mika reaches her feet and holds the TV title in the air before tossing it on Leona and bending down to berate her.

Mika: THAT’S HOW YOU MAKE AN IMPACT!

Mai: I.... that was...

Mark: Mika just counted her own pin against Leona, right after a crueling encounter with a very game Karina! This woman just can’t leave well enough alone!

The last image we see before cutting to the back is of Mika and Karina raising one another’s hand, staring down at the fallen TV Champion.






Where No Mandy Has Gone Before

As we once more head deep inside the Citrus Bowl, there we find Adam with his favorite adopted little sister, Mandy Gray. He finishes signing off on some papers before handing them off, and giving her his full attention.

Adam: I’m glad you’re here. I got two...count’em two...surprises for you. And I think you’ll like them both...one especially.

All that does is get Adam a curious look from Mandy, who crosses her arms over her abdo,ent and tilts her head.

Mandy: I like surprises! Most of the time! But yet can’t tell me you have them and than not tell me what!

Adam: The first one is this. Do you remember me announcing on Future Shock a few weeks ago about the Future Shock Cup? You know with the four brackets on each side, four prospects and four alumni with the winners meeting at the end? The first surprise is you are going to be included in the alumni brackets. You might can win that Cup Andi wanted to eat cereal out of.

Mandy: As a matter of fact, I do! I’ve seen Jodie’s one more than a few times, and want to know why the hell someone would want to eat cereal from it...

Adam: You’ll have to inquire with Andi on that one. I tend to prefer bowls for my cereal, but maybe I’m doing it wrong.

Mandy: Maybe we all are! Or maybe there’s a planet in the Federation where eating out of trophies is socially acceptable and bowls are not?

Adam: That’s possible. Speaking of….I got some people I want to introduce you to who are here.

He tells her as he places a hand on her shoulder as they begin walking through the corridors amongst the production staff running about.

Adam: I’m sure you met some of our special guests tonight, or at least seen a lot of them like Zoey and Felicity or even Kelly Fury. Haven’t you?

Mandy: Not personally met, no. But in two cases, seen on shows and a third on Twitter. So yeah, I guess I have. Wait...why were you asking me about the Cup?

Adam: Because you may win it, but I have some people here that I think you would be happy to meet in person. Also some special guests that well...the BSX requested for their match later tonight. And well...we paid for it, because it is Unstoppable.

His smile got wider, and possibly more mischievous as they moved closer to a certain door with security standing beside it. Mandy looked at him, curious about the smile on his face as they got closer, and likely slightly confused by the security around it.

Adam: It’s alright, Tom. She’s a big fan.

He told the security guard as he stepped aside, with Adam looking down to Mandy.

Adam: Did you bring a pen or anything with you?

Mandy doesn’t answer, digging through her pockets until she finds a sharpie in the back pocket.

Mandy: As luck would have it, I did. Why...what are you planning, Adam?!

Adam: I’m not planning anything, just figured you might want it.

He reached forward and opened the door into the private room. And while the camera wasn’t able to see it, Adam grinned as he watched Mandy see who was inside. When she did see who it was, she...well, she froze and her jaw may have threatened to hit the floor. Shaking herself out of it (eventually), she grabbed Adam’s wrist.

Mandy: Adam…that’s...

He cupped one hand loosely over her mouth to keep her from saying it before they headed into the room. And as the camera turned to follow them, Tom shut the door with a shake of his head. From there, we head back to the ring. [/b]
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The closing moments of the tag match with Ascension facing Anna Giovanna & Ashleigh Powell are shown as Valentina strikes a blow with a bat that ultimately ends Ashleigh’s career. From there, we head back to the ring.

Zack: There are few more personal and emotional issues that will be settled tonight at Unstoppable than this right here.

Mark: You’re telling me. Lozano has this coming, Zack. She deserves everything she is about to get from Ashleigh’s best friend.

Anita: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Once distorted noises hit the PA system, the lights flickered. Darkness enveloped the arena aside for a few rogue spotlights cast over the enthusiastic crowd. Every pair of eyes gazed towards the stage while the heavy guitar of "Break Out" by The Letter Black underscored the emotion throughout the building. Once the inspirational voices finally joined the rhythmic drum beats and the shredding guitar, the crowd erupted as Kenzie Rydell walked out onto the stage with a wistful smile on her face.

Standing on the stage wearing an open bomber jacket over her ring gear, she took a few short moments to bask in the atmosphere. Fixing her stance, she straightened her back and swung her hips to the side. With a simple smirk, she exuded as much confidence as she could, bright hazel hues scanning across all the people in attendance tonight. Visage set towards the ring ahead, she walked forward, her stride strong as ever. Looking to her side, she pointed towards the cheap seats, letting their cheers rain down as she neared the ring with every step.

Anita: Introducing first, making her way from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at 136 pounds... KENZIE RYDEEEEELL!!

A brief weary expression crossed her features once she stopped in her tracks, standing at the bottom of the isle. With a deep breath, she took her time walking towards the steel steps. One after the other, she shot the crowd another proud grin, listening to them making their voices heard as she reached the top of the steps. The young Muay Thai specialist walked across the apron, her palm clutching the top rope until she got to the middle. Turning to face the crowd towards the stage, she spread her arms like a phoenix and rested her elbows on the top rope, the sides of her mouth curling upward yet again as she heard the crowd's reaction intensify. Turning around, she climbed over the second rope and entered the ring, spinning a couple of times in one graceful movement before lifting her arms for the crowd's approval. Heading towards her corner, she took off her jacket and gave it to someone outside the ring. Back in her corner, she bounced back and forth on the heels of her boots, preparing herself while the song faded into audio obscurity.

Zack: Look at that face, look at the expression on Kenzie’s face right there. That woman is sitting on ready, she’s just waiting on Valentina right now.

Mark: We haven’t seen anything as personal to Kenzie since she arrived as this is going to be, Zack. And Lozano’s making her wait.

As Kenzie is preparing herself in the ring, waiting for her opponent…

“Desolation” by Neeko Freeman, blares into the stadium. What happens next can be best described as something that came straight out of a post-apocalyptic movie. Four men in weird outfits and hairdos are shown riding down the ramp in makeshift motorcycles, catching the attention of everyone in the stadium. After running around the ringside area, the men ride up the ramp and make their way towards the stage, where another man, also wearing a weird outfit with his hair slicked back and wearing an eye patch, waits for them standing in the center of the stage as the four men park their bikes on the stage, two riders on each side of him. As the camera comes closer, the “one-eyed man” in the center of the stage is revealed as none other than Domingo Garza. As the music dies down, Domingo raises a makeshift sword he has in his hand towards Kenzie in the ring as he begins to speak…..

Domingo: Kenzie Rydell! Take heed to these words, for they are directed towards you.

I can see your determination. Your compassion over your fallen comrade is as admirable as your fire. But not even that will save you from what’s coming. You are a mere mortal getting by on your foolish pride. And tonight, you will fall because of it.

She does not need your mercy. She cares not for your regret. She paved the way for peasants like you; empowered you with confidence to chase your goals. But you chose to disrespect her and taint her goodwill with vile words & your actions. These things may have won you sympathy with these miscreants who support you. But it will only set them up to see their hopes, as well as yours, be decimated under the footing of her superiority in punishment for your infidelity. Behold your conqueror, Kenzie. The one who’s feet you should be, and after tonight, you will be, bowing to; the beautiful & fierce Amazon who represents the divine city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada; walking the earth in her 5’10 athletic & flawlessly sculptured 135 pound frame. Prepare to meet your end, Kenzie. Because after tonight, there will be only place for you…another obstacle obliterated and left to waste at the wake of the “Warrior Goddess”….

VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!

Just then, while the intro of "King Of The World" by Porcelain And The Tramps blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate while smoke emerges from under the stage. The men on the stage suddenly get on their knees while the opening lyrics are being heard…

My Pain Filled Drama Queen
Is Always Creeping At Your Bed
Get Ready To Buy You Out
Cause We All Know
What Goes Around Comes Around
You Should’ve Known What I was All About
Do. Not. Test. Me.


As the chorus of the song drops, something rises from beneath the stage. It’s a wickedly crafted medieval version of a throne. Regally sitting on the throne is Valentina, who’s wearing a post-apocalyptic inspired wrestling gear, accompanied by a long coat. She’s wearing tribal-like face paint in a warlike mask and has a diamond bindi charm just below her forehead, looking directly at the ring with a malicious smirk. Standing beside her, six hunky barebacked masked “slaves” begin to carry the throne down the ramp.

The sold-out crowd in the stadium explodes to a thunderous round of boos and jeers. But atop her throne Valentina is unphased by their negativity, as she continues her focus on Kenzie, who awaits her to enter the ring.

As they reach the ringside area, the men stop their walk and lower the throne onto the floor. Then, one of the slaves goes over to graciously kiss Valentina’s boots and then gets in position next to the ring, getting on all fours. Soon after, the other five men repeat the same gesture to create a human runway for Valentina. Valentina then rises from the throne and makes her way to the ring, causally stepping on the men’s strong backs with no regard to who she’s walking on. Valentina then walks up to the ring and walks across the edge. She looks around the stadium 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 comes 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 continues to look down at Kenzie, waiting for the match to begin. And before referee Kevin Fisk can call for the bell, Kenzie takes off towards Valentina in a blur! The fans in Orlando come to their feet as Rydell starts firing hammering right hands to her head, catching Lozano off guard with her fury. Shot after shot after shot connect as Kenzie pulls her head down, and starts driving knees up into her face repeatedly before she whips her across to the far side as the referee finally calls for the bell. Lozano hits the corner hard as Kenzie took off towards her, catching her with a leg lariat that drops her down onto the canvas.

Zack: She couldn’t wait for the bell. As soon as Valentina got in the ring, Kenzie saw red and she is unloading!

Mark: Like I said, she has this coming! A beautiful leg lariat right there, and Kenzie is as fired up as I’ve ever seen her!

As Valentina tried to get to her feet, Kenzie darted past her towards the ropes and rebounded with a Thesz press before unloading with furious rights all over again. The fans roared in approval as Rydell pulled her back up to her feet, and sent her into the ropes once more. Lozano didn’t even rebound fully before Kenzie caught her with a clothesline that sent her over the top rope to the floor. Kenzie pounded her fists into the mat, taking off for the far side again. And as Lozano got to her feet finally, she turned in time for Kenzie to clear the top rope with a suicide dive that drove her right back to the floor. More rights landed to Valentina’s face before Rydell got back to her feet, her face showing a seething woman.

Zack: I have never seen Kenzie Rydell like this, look at her! She’s boiling, and Lozano’s catching all kinds of hell for what she did!

Mark: She is absolutely furious, and I don’t get the sense she cares about winning or losing right now. The referee is trying to get her back into the ring, but I don’t think she’s heard a word!

A few stomps to her body was followed by Kenzie pulling the brunette to her feet, and firing her into the steps. Lozano crashed back first against them before Kenzie took off towards her with a high knee to the side of her head that dropped her to her knees. She scooped up two handfuls of her hair and  began to spike her face into the steps repeatedly. Six times was apparently the charm before Kenzie hooked her head and delivered a tornado DDT to the floor. Kenzie shook as she climbed up onto the apron, and then to the top rope as the referee yelled at her to get back into the ring while she glared down at Valentina.

Mark: Kenzie’s already up top, Lozano’s down, and she hasn’t heard anything but the ury in her own mind about what happened to Ashleigh. She’s gotta get control of herself!

Zack: It’s not about winning anymore, Mark. That went out the window. Kenzie wants to obliterate Valentina in front of about 70,000 live witnesses!

Valentina started to get back to her feet, and immediately rolled into the ring as she saw Kenzie up top. Rydell hopped down to the canvas, stalking towards her as the Latin Goddess backed up on her butt away from her as she used the ropes to try to get to her feet. Kenzie’s face was that of a furious woman as she lunged towards Valentina, but the brunette surprised her with a drop toe hold that sent her face first into the second turnbuckle. Valentina moved away from her, a smile beginning to grow on her face as she looked out at the crowd...before Kenzie popped back up to her feet and shook her head.

Mark: …..NO EFFECT! Valentina thinks she’s got the upper hand all of a sudden, and she doesn’t see what’s waiting behind her!

Zack: Look at her body shaking, I’m telling you Lozano crossed a line! Kenzie’s possessed!

When Lozano turned around, Kenzie caught her with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. The Latin Goddess wobbled backwards into the ropes as Kenzie hammered more rights into her head with the crowd rumbling in support of her. With Valentina leaned back against the ropes, Kenzie charged the far side and came back with a yakuza kick. But Valentina stepped out o her way, and she got her foot caught between the top and middle rope before it jerked her to hang upside down. The referee went to free her, but Lozano shoved him out of the way and started going to work on Kenzie. Stomping away at her head over and over again, Valentina began kicking her body repeatedly before bouncing off the near side and coming back with a knee drop into her head. She then dropped to her knees, firing furious elbows into her face before the referee finally got Kenzie’s leg free when she collapsed to the mat.

Mark: Valentina better stay on top of her too. She’s got an opening, thanks to a mistimed kick by Kenzie. But we saw what happens if you take her eyes off her in the mindset she’s in.

Zack: Look at Valentina laying in those shots, she wants to keep Kenzie down at all costs. Because she’s got firsthand experience of what happens if she stays upright!

Kenzie tried to get away from her as Valentina showed her power advantage by using a deadlift to pick Kenzie up from behind, and land a German suplex. She rolled through into a second, and then a third before releasing her on the fourth. Rydell crashed hard over and over into the canvas as Lozano scooped her back up again. And this time, she planted her with a Samoan drop followed by a knee drop off the ropes. Lozano quickly covered her, hooking the inside leg as Fisk dropped to count.

Zack: Valentina wants to end this sooner than later, and she may be close to doing just that!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kenzie kicked out at two as Lozano rolled the other direction over her, grinding her forearm into Kenzie’s face before she got back to her feet.

Mark: Valentina’s in firm control right now after weathering one hell of a storm from Kenzie. And she’s keeping her down, like we talked about.

Kenzie once more tried to get away from her and back to her feet as Valentina moved back to back with her before grabbing her and dropping her with a Gory Bomb into the canvas. The Latin Goddess began trash talking Kenzie as she got to her feet, asking her if it was all worth it now. She scooped her up overhead into a gorilla press before letting Kenzie faceplant to the canvas. Lozano headed for the corner, quickly climbing up to the top rope from the inside before coming off with a leg drop. She once again grabbed the far leg, telling the referee to count her. Fisk dropped to do just that.

Zack: You can tell Valentina’s feeling a little more confident right now, can’t you? Here’s another cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kenzie kicked out again just after the two as Valentina rose back to her feet, continuing to taunt Kenzie verbally.

Mark: Listen to Valentina taunting her, adding insult to injury now that she’s in firm control of this match. I’d spend less time talking, and more time staying on her if it were me.

Valentina pulled her to her feet, plucking her head between her legs before she hoisted her up into a package piledriver. Kenzie collapsed heels over head for a moment before her body finally landed on the mat. The Latin Goddess got back to her feet, heading towards the corner as she screamed at Kenzie to get back up. Rydell was slow to do so.

Zack: What impact! I’d have covered her, but Lozano’s ego won’t let her do it. No, she has to hurt Kenzie some more.

Mark: That decision may come back to bite her in the ass before this thing is said and done, Zack.

Kenzie finally began to get to her feet, and turn as Valentina launched forward to connect with a spear. But Rydell leapt over her as Lozano stopped herself from hitting the turnbuckle. And when she turned around, Kenzie dropped her with a codebreaker that put both women on the canvas.

Mark: You want to talk about some serious ring awareness! Kenzie got her marbles together there, and dodged Valentina’s spear….and made her pay for it in the process!

Kenzie rolled over, draping an arm across her chest for the cover. Fisk slid into position to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Valentina rolled her shoulder in time as Kenzie tried to summon her second wind. Rydell started to push up to her knees, trying to regain her composure before she got to her feet.

Zack: She’s had so much taken out of her. I think if she could have made that cover sooner, she might have this match won!

Rydell finally stood and took off towards the ropes, using them for a springboard into a knee drop into Lozano before she rolled to her feet and backed up a few steps. She waved to Valentina to get back up. Lozano ultimately did just that, but not because she was asked. And when she did, Kenzie launched forward and left her feet. She connected with three mid-air kicks to the head that dropped the brunette before Rydell landed on top of her for the cover.

Mark: JACKKNIFE!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Kenzie sat up with her head down, her hair covering her face as the referee raised her hand in victory.

Zack: That’s one hell of a kick Kenzie has right there, the Jackknife made it happen for her! And Kenzie has gotten her revenge on Valentina for everything she did!

Anita: Here is your winner………..KENZIE RYDELL!!

Kenzie finally looked up, her face tight with anger as she began to shake her head and roll out of the ring. She pulled up the apron on two sides before she found herself a metal baseball bat.

Mark: I don’t think so, Zack. I don’t think so at all! Kenzie’s face tells the tale, and that baseball bat is gonna provide the ending of it!

Rydell rolled back into the ring, glancing down to Valentina and then to the bat in her hand as she began to shake with anger all over again.

Mark: She’s gonna do to Valentina what Lozano did to Ashleigh! She doesn’t just want to beat her, she wants to end her!

Valentina began to stir on the canvas as Kenzie circled in behind her, getting a good grip on the bat before we see Ashleigh Powell take off towards the ring. And as Kenzie leans back to swing, Ashleigh grabs the other end of the bat and shakes her head. The two friends lock eyes as the cameras pick up Ashleigh telling her not to do it because it wouldn’t make her any better than Lozano. Kenzie seemed to be listening.

Zack: Ashleigh is showing what kind of a human being she is, she’s literally saving Lozano’s career potentially!

Mark: She’s telling her it won’t change anything, only make her like Valentina!

Kenzie looked down to the bat, and dropped it to the canvas before the two girls exchanged a hug. Ashleigh raised her friend’s hand in victory to a pop from the crowd as Kenzie stared a hole into Valentina’s back as they did. And from there, we head to a commercial for Future Shock Wipeout.






Anita: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall, with the winning team earning a shot at the FFW Unity Championships!

The houselights go out, and the tron springs to life. It looks as though this has been filmed in a church and you would certainly be forgiven that, cinsdering the hardened wooden seats the people sit upon, only to rise as the doors at the back open. There we find two silhouettes, who then begin their walk down the middle aisle while the congregation take to song.

God save our gracious Queens,
Long live our noble Queens
God save---


“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The voice is instantly recognisable as Erica Horton, who isn’t actually that far from the door anyway, standing there with her arms folded, an unimpressed look on her face. Valerie stands beside her, and can only shrug her shoulders.

Erica: Wait...we’re supposed to be MODERN Queens and we get hit with this...Saint Paul’s Cathedral rip off and God Save the Queen? That...is not what I signed up for. At all. I signed up for UNSTOPPABLE and TAG MATCHES and AWESOME THINGS! Not...this.

Valerie chuckles to herself while the crowd outside pop loudly for the mention of the city. Despite the blonde’s outburst however, the two are dressed in formal, three-quarter length dresses and heels...generally the pair look quite more regal than usual.

Valerie: You said “royal” and that’s what people assume, though I get what you mean. Thanks but no thanks, Saint Paul’s but this ain’t our bag.

Erica: Rather like some people’s ability to keep their foes straight.

Valerie: Shut up.

Just then, a man comes running up the aisle towards them, carrying a scroll.

“Your majesties, this came in just this morning, and is of the most urgent attention.”

Valerie takes the scroll, reads it and hands it off to her sister, who then reads it, pulling a face.

Erica: A...skirmish?

Valerie: ‘Twould appear so, sweet sister. ‘Twould appear so. Perhaps we should retire to change? We most certainly cannot be seen to face our foes attired in this manner.

Erica: You’ve been spending too much time with Vincent…

The tron cuts out now completely, white lights softly covering the arena in their place as the opening piano notes of “We Are The Others” come over the speakers. As they do, a pink spotlight and a purple one moves around the crowd as though looking for something. As the song kicks in truly, the spotlights stop suddenly at opposite ends of the Citrus Bowl, illuminating Valerie and Erica stood on the stairs with the fans, hands on hips and grins on their faces with tiaras on their heads, sceptres in hand and what look to be cloaks around their shoulders.

Anita: Making their way to the ring, from Edinburgh, Scotland by way of Los Angeles, California and Spartanburg, South Carolina, they are Their Majesties Valerie Lamb and Erica Horton...THE QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!

The duo take off down the steps, slapping hands with fans as they go. Reaching the bottom, they hop onto the barricade and using the discipline they learned as children, hurtle down towards the announce desk, where they meet, still on the barricade. The two women bow to the front and back of them, then leap right over the table and head for the ring, clutching their cloaks to them as they flip over. Valerie reaches the ring first, but Erica stopped to give Mark a kiss. She does join her sister though and the pair take to turnbuckles, raising their sceptred hands to the Orlando crowd to huge pops. Coming down, they remove their tiaras and cloaks, handing those and the sceptres to ringside attendants as “We Are The Others” fades out.

Mark: Queens of the MODERN Age is right! Erica is coming to her FIRST EVER Unstoppable, while Valerie... Well, she's been to every single one of them: seven for seven. Not many people can say that.

Mai: Actually, NOBODY but Valerie can say that. And like a fine wine, she's gotten hotter and hotter by the years. Alysson is a lucky woman. The things I wouldn't do to be between those two if only for hhalf an hour...

As “Rain Stain” by Bags of Rock play over the PA system, the lights dim down, the only bright source coming from the jumbotron as a new Legs & Arse video plays on the screen. The stage begins to fill with a mist, getting thicker until Muirne Butler & Siobhan McAdams step through the mist, wearing jackets patterned after the flags of their respective countries while Muirne wears her fleet cap. Both girls have a beer bottle in hand, and turning to one another on the stage to clink them together before drinking them up. Tossing the bottles behind them, the girls spit out their drinks into the air to the cheers of the crowd.

Anita: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 274 lbs...they are the team of Scotland's Siobhan McAdams and Ireland's Muirne Butler...LEGS! AND! ARSE!

The girls head down the ramp and slap hands with the crowd, Muirne giving a wink to a female fan in the crowd and pointing at her. Once they reach the ring, Muirne hops onto the apron, giving Siobhan an assist up. The Irish tomboy steps into the ring, while Siobhan brushes her feet off before slinging herself over the ropes. Turning to the hard cam, Siobhan punches her fist up into the air and shouts “YALDI!” while Muirne climbs the top turnbuckle and roars out to the crowd before tossing her hat out into the crowd. Once Muirne hops off the turnbuckles she and Siobhan take off their jackets, talking strategy before the match begins.

Mark: This is Siobhan and Muirne's first Unstoppable, as they've arrived in FFW last year like a house of fire, making a name for themselves in the tag team ranks of the company in record time.

Mai: And the more Siobhan McAdams in my screen time the better! I mean, imagine the wonders this woman can do with those legs. Damn.

Mark: I'm sure Muirne Butler will agree with you, as McAdams IS the Legs half of Legs and Arse, but I'd rather not partake in this discussion, especially seeing as my wife is in the ring.

The bells are rung with Erica and Siobhan meeting at the center of the ring, both Scottish women staring at one another, McAdams' height difference forcing Erica's head to tilt upwards but nothing that intimidates the fiery blonde. They have a short word exchange, until at one point Erica's eyes go wide, and she just swings as hard as she can, decking Siobhan with a punch to the face. The taller Scotswoman answers with a forearm of her own, and soon the two women are partaking in the rawest slugfest possible... Until Siobhan blocks one of Erica's punches and the two women lock up in a collar-and-elbow hold. Abusing of her height difference, Siobhan pushes Erica into the far ropes, but Erica turns her body around before she's trapped against the ropes, wrenching Siobhan's arm behind her. With her sheer power, McAdams undoes that, and Erica and Siobhan lock up again. This time, Erica can't avoid being pushed into a neutral corner, being trapped there by Siobhan, who gives a clean break as soon as the referee comes to make a count.

Mark: And this is why this match is a great one for the tag team enthusiasts and those who enjoy ACTUAL wrestling: Both the Queens and L-and-A are rue-abiding fan favorites.

Mai: And for those who like them when they're wild, this is kind of a boner killer. ... I mean, a lady boner killer-- You never heard of that expression before, Horton?!

As soon as Erica comes out of the corner though, Siobhan deploys a dropkick that sends Erica right back into the turnbuckles. Erica slumps onto the second turnbuckle as Sheev rolls back to her feet, proceeding to unload with knife edge chops to Horton's chest. With each chop, Erica seemed to get angrier and angrier still instead of feeling pain. Noticing that, Siobhan grabs Erica's wrist to send her running across the ring. Erica plants her feet down and attempts to send Siobhan running, but the redhead stands her ground and double-counters that, sending Erica running anyway. Erica crashes into the far corner, and McAdams makes a point to quickly give chase and smother Erica into the corner with a stinger splash. Siobhan then backtracks to the center of the ring as Erica staggers in her general direction, being an easy victim to a methodical, slow scoop slam. After that, Siobhan falls over Erica, making the first cover of the match.

ONE!

T-- NO! Erica kicks out with ease.

Siobhan keeps her calm as she gets up, watching Erica as she makes her way to her corner, where she tags Muirne in. As Muirne hops to the top rope, the two girlfriends wait for the perfect moment when Erica is up, when Siobhan LAUNCHES Muirne into Erica, and Legs and Arse's... well, "Arse" Tornado DDTs Erica into the mat.

Mark: First tag of the match, as Muirne Butler is now legal for Legs and Arse.

Muirne gets up and deadlifts Erica to her feet, but the Scottish blonde is as furious as she's ever been seen, shoving Muirne away from her. She then tries to turn around to tag Valerie in, but the tomboy grabs her by the back of her attire and drags her back to the center of the ring, where she prepares to launch Erica with a German suplex. Erica turns around and breaks that hold, as the two lock up once again. The intricate chain dance they do ends up with Muirne holding Erica's head in a side headlock. Erica grabs Muirne by the waist and lifts her off the mat, smashing ehr tailbone in with an atomic drop. Muirne doesn't fall with THAT, but she definitely does collapse when Erica launches a dropkick that finds Butler's jaw. The tomboy crumbles, and that's when Valerie starts requesting Erica to tag her in, to which Erica responds, "don't worry, I got this!"

Mai: I don't think it's wise for Erica to stay in the ring, not against Legs and Arse... Not when you have Valerie fucking Lamb as your partner... And not when you know Erica was starstruck as all hell when she came in for this match.

Mark: Again, this is Erica's first ever Unstoppable as a wrestler. I can tell you all about Erica's nervous energy coming to work tonight, and I'm sure all she wants to do is cause a good impression.

Mai: How is sex like with all the nervous energy, Horton? Asking for a friend.

Mark: Your friend will remain answer-less.

Valerie's "are y ou serious?" expression tells the whole story as Erica straightens up and runs the ropes. As she bounces, Muirne moves her body around so to remove Erica from her options, forcing the blonde to leap over her, and make her way across the ring so to hit the ropes across. Muirne pops back to her feet as Erica builds up her momentum, coming back and tucking her shoulder out aiming to cash in a running body block, but Butler raises her leg, reaching Erica first with a big boot to the head. Erica manages to not collapse completely, instead going to her knees; that's when Muirne deadlifts her and slams her down again with a sidewalk slam. With Erica down, Muirne falls on top of her, making the cover.

ONE!

TW-- NO!!! Valerie kicks out with authority!

Muirne snaps her fingers as she gets up, running to the far ropes, while Erica is still down. Coming back with built up momentum, Muirne leaps and crashes into Eri with a running leg drop to the top of the blonde's head. Erica nurses her scalp as she rolls around the ring, while Valerie is insisting that her sister tag her in. Erica manages to bring herself to her knees, trying to crawl over to Val, but Muirne is right there, striking Erica's spine with a double axe handle. Erica collapses before she reaches Val, and Muirne drags her away from her sister as she makes her way to her corner, tagging Siobhan back into the match. Siobhan hovers into the ring, and both Legs and Arse lift Erica back to her feet, proceeding to double flapjack her into the mat. As Muirne leaves the ring, Siobhan falls on top of her to make the cover.

Mark: More of McAdams and Butler's tandem dynamics, and another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! Erica's arm flies up!

Siobhan gets up and rolls Erica up to the ropes, using those as a spring to crash into Erica with a banana split leg drop. Erica squirms a bit more, coughing a little, before McAdams makes her way to her corner, tagging Muirne back into the match. Butler brings Erica up, and both girlfriends make a point to hurl Erica across the ring, sending her to the far ropes. What they don't expect is to see Erica stretch her hand and find Valerie's hand there, as the sisters finally make the tag! Erica is bounced back to the center of the ring as Siobhan and Muirne have their arms out to catch Erica with a double, but Erica rolls under their arms and finds the ropes behind them, leaping onto the second rope and springing herself into Muirne and Siobhan with a crossbody block that takes both opponents down! Valerie takes advantage as she enters the ring, diving onto Muirne with a baseball slide kick to the top of her head! She then makes a point of rolling Siobhan out of the ring before bringing Muirne back to her feet and throwing her to the far ropes. Muirne hits the elastic and comes back running, as Valerie braces herself and puts an arm out, catching Muirne with a hip toss... No! Muirne forces her weight down and blocks that, before she swings forward with a clothesline... NO! Valerie dodges that, and Muirne misses wildly! Val quickly grabs her and brings her down with a snap DDT! Valerie then takes her time to work the crowd a bit, waving for them to make some noise for them as Muirne begins to rise.

Mark: Valerie's ring awareness and experience working in her favor now, Muirne swung into the wild and down she goes!

Mai: Never trust someone with SEVEN Unstoppables on her belt to get hit so easily.

With Muirne on her fours, Valerie begins to work her lower body, throwing kicks to Muirne's legs before grabbing them and putting the Arse of L&A in a half Boston crab. Muirne starts struggling to shake free of the hold, as Valerie is one of the best with those holds, and the tomboy has a hard time crawling over to the ropes. She does reach the ropes though, and the referee points the rope break at Val. Valerie gives a clean break, but yanks Muirne away from the ropes, dragging her to the center of the ring, potentially to try that again. Muirne doesn't want to let Val have that opportunity, as she pushes the Hall of Famer away with a kick, sending Val to the ropes. Val bounces back, but takes the chance to leap and execute a backflip, landing on Muirne with a shooting star press! After that, it's Valerie's turn to make a cover!

Mai: BEAUTIFUL shooting star!

ONE!

TWO!

T-- NOOO!!! Muirne shoves Valerie away!

Mark: Valerie with the Queens' first attempt at a cover, and it's a two-count!

Valerie gets up and runs the ropes, building up speed, while Muirne is still down. The Regal Scot then comes back and strikes Muirne with a second leg drop to the chest, rolling back to her feet as Muirne sits up hacking a bit. Not wanting to waste much time, Valerie then throws the rock'n'roll horns up for the crowd, signaling it's time for something big, right before she pulls Muirne up to her feet and putting her in the gutwrench hold, hoising her up ready to slam her down with the Lamb to the Slaughter powerbomb... NO! Muirne flies too high and goes right over Val's hed, landing on her feet safely behind the Hall of Famer! Val turns around, and Muirne swings her arms as hard as she can into Val's face with a double axe handle, bringing the redhead down! Val goes to the floor, and Muirne smirks with confidence, before shouting, "THEM SHOTS ARE ON THE HOUSE!" Before Val can get up, Muirne rushes to the ropes, bouncing and coming back, ready to bring Val down with a legdrop... AND VAL COUNTERS THAT WITH A POWERBOMB!

Mai: POWERBOMB! VALERIE COUNTERED THE SHOTS ON THE TABLE LEGDROP SO BEAUTIFULLY!

Mark: Not her strongest powerbomb, but definitely a beautiful counter! Both Muirne and Valerie need a tag right now!

Val is fully aware that wasn't as powerful as the Lamb to the Slaughter powerbomb, but rather a weaker attempt that Muirne would easily bounce off of. Erica, fully recovered, pounds on the top turnbuckle calling her sister out, with Siobhan with her arm out at Muirne. Valerie begins to creep towards the corner where her sister is, while Muirne sits, trying to get up... And then, both women leap to their corners, and the double tag happens!

Mark: DOUBLE TAG! HERE COME ERICA AND SIOBHAN!

Erica jumps to the top rope as Siobhan dives into the ring, and the blonde waits for the perfect moment to leap at the taller opponent and deck her with a picture perfect Pelé kick that sends the crowd "olé olé olé-ing" the effort! Siobhan collapses to her knees, and Erica makes a point to dive into Muirne to make sure she's out of the ring. It's at that moment that Siobhan gets back up and rushes at Erica, trying to find her head with a punt kick-- NO!!! Erica curls up into a ball and Siobhan misses! The blonde then pops up to her feet and jumps for Siobhan's back, bringing her down onto her knees with the backstabber, immediately followed by the cover!

Mark: BACKSTABBER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mai: Ha, aren't you the proudest hubs right now.

Erica then hears the bell and shoots up to her feet, staring at Val with her eyes wide, mouthing an "I DID THE THING!" at her sister, who gives her a big smile.

Anita: The winners of this match... THE QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!!!

Val joins Erica inside the ring and the two sisters share a tight, happy hug, as Siobhan stirs a bit in the mat. Erica makes a point to make a "HA!" face at her, before Val offers her a hand to get up. Siobhan accepts it, and there's a nice display of sportsmanship between McAdams and Lamb, before the Scottish supermodel rolls out of the ring.

Mark: I don't think Erica needs to be nervous anymore, she did get the win for herself and Valerie on the main stage! The Queens of the Modern Age are on their way to an Unity Championship match against the One-Woman Show, or the Burning Star Express!

Mai: And after all the banter and the weird stuff between Erica and Siobhan, it must feel real good for Erica to end the match like this. Way to freaking go, Queens! You deserve a kiss!

Mark: Don't even try, Mai, or else Alysson and I will be foreced to smack you.






Jo For All

After a quick commercial for the next FFW Pay Per View, Sin & Sacrifice, we head to the back and find a particular redhead standing with Cody outside his office. And to narrow it down for you, that would be Jo McFarlane.

Cody: I appreciate you helping me with all the stuff going on tonight, and I’m sure you had a good time calling Lizzy’s match earlier against Kimmi. Buuuut I did have something to tell you about.

Jo looks at her friend with a tilted head and arched eyebrow.

Jo: What you need to tell me about? And the look on your face says it’s important, which makes me nervous.

Cody: It is, and it’s about a little show we do called Sin & Sacrifice. Maybe you’re familiar with it.

He told her with a wink, which only makes Jo more curious.

Jo: I do, I watch it from backstage most years!

Cody: Weeeeeell, this year you are going to be competing on it in the first round of the 2016 Femme for All tournament. How’s that sound?

Jo: Did you offer to it Valerie and she turned it down again?

The smile on Jo’s face gives away that she’s joking, helped by the fact she leans over and pulls Cody in for a hug.

Jo: That sounds amazing! Thank you. Who do I get?!

Cody: If you recall back to the All Star season, the prize for the winner was a spot in the Femme for All. So at Sin & Sacrifice, you will go one on one with Kimberly Aries since she earned her opportunity. Winning a season of Future Shock was hard enough, she definitely has this coming for that.

Jo: Future Shock was an impossibility for me, as I’m sure you remember. For her...many congratulations as I’ve said before. She is...definitely something, and that’s going to be one hell of a match for me. For both of us, but new opponents are always fantastic and welcome.

Cody: I can understand that. Buuut that’s not all. On the next Velocity, you got a date too...in a tag team match. You and Caroline, of course, against Destiny Campbell & Natalya Demidov. I know you both have plenty of memories with Natalya, but with Destiny...I think you’ll get a different side of her than you did with Team Russia.

Jo: Rematch ahoy! Faced them last year and...it all went a bit pear-shaped if I remember correctly. This shall be much fun. Caroline and I are better now than we were then, as I fully imagine Destony to be and know Natalya to be. And yes...she is very different to what we expect out of Team Russia.

Cody: And though it’s a fair bit off still, you got a choice to be making for later this year. PIck one of your sisters, because you two will be representing Team Scotland in Global Wars. I don’t mind which you want, Valerie or Erica.

Jo: That...is an impossible choice. Both of them are wonderful tag wrestlers - seems to be about the only damn thing the four of us have in common actually - and we all compliment each other really well. Damnit, Cody!

Cody: The returning champions will be defending their crown, speaking of Team England with Kat & Lilly. And you may also run into Team Brazil, with Mel & Bianca. Not to mention all the other teams.

Jo: Running into Mel and Bianca would be...more fun than it’s worth, not gonna lie. The champs are...well, they’re the champs, aren’t they? What can you say about that really. What other teams are we having? Are Karina and Natalya reforming?

Cody: You’ll see. It’s still a ways off. I’m just letting you know now that you need to let me know which sister you are going to be picking sometime before Sin & Sacrifice. I’m sure both Val and Erica would be thrilled to be part of it with you.

Jo: Can i just be a bitch and call the Freebird Rule? No...damn!

She grins.

Jo: Yup, I’ll let you know in the next few weeks, even if I have to quite literally flip a coin.

Cody: Good luck, babe.

He gave her a hug and a peck on the forehead as we cut elsewhere.



Zoey On The Case

The show heads to the back, and there we see the host for Unstoppable somewhere in the locker room area. The camera catches up with her as Zoey ends the call on her phone, hastily stuffing it back into the pocket of her shorts before turning her focus into the cameras

Zoey: I know what you’re thinking.. “Why is Zoey playing on her phone during such an amazing event!?” Well, I wasn’t really playing on my phone… Or trying to catch pokemon. In fact I was talking with a source who has told me that there’s a MAJOR meeting going on tonight at the executive level. The only thing I can confirm is that Samantha Star is here, and at the head of this meeting. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, people!

As she finishes, we cut to a video package that shows the events leading up to the four team ladder match before we return to the ring.
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As we come back to ringside for the next match, the ring is surrounded by ladders of all sizes, and the FFW Tornado Championships are hanging 12 feet above the ring!

Anita: The following contest is a four-team ladder match... For the FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!

Zack: And this one’s going to get REAL messy! Eight women, two belts and ladders all around the ring! And Mark and I have the presence of someone who knows full well about heights… Future Shock’s ring announcer and former Trios Champion, Gabrielle Crimson! What’s up, Pinky!

High five noises!

Gabrielle: Sup, Zack! Mark! I’m so excited for this one, and like you said… It’s gonna be messy. Four teams vying to leave Unstoppable with the belts, all of them fighting for it at the same time. I can’t even dare to make a bet on who’s taking it home.

The Citrus Bowl is suddenly inundated with a bunch of female monks. In hot pink, neon green, canary yellow, wild orchid, and fluorescent orange, the martial artists look to be female versions of Shaolin monks. Their leader in back of them all the way at the ramp is dressed in a black monk’s gi, with a draping sash of all five colors from her shoulder to her waist. She is... Well, she’s Lydia Charisma from SVW. Lydia lets out a loud “KKKIIIAAAAIIIII!!!” and all  the rest of the female monks let out a loud “KKKIIIAAAAIIIII!!!” in response. She begins to walk around the some thirty monks as they stand at attention, still as stone before she walks back to the platform she was standing on. They all turn to her and bow with honor. She smiles and bows back before they break away and begin to walk around the arena, down the ramp and anywhere else... All of them talking and laughing. On the video wall is the humble imagery of a Shaolin monk temple...

...

With ladders seemingly photoshopped in, causing a reaction of laughter of the crowd. Lydia begins to walk around, her hands in her sleeves, joined together before a female monk with braided pigtails begins running towards Lydia. The Six String Sinner looks at the young girl and speaks...

...But it sounds like Raquel’s voice coming of Lydia’s mouth, thanks to the magic of the sound system. The monk sounds fairly familiar as well. Meanwhile the monk and Lydia looks as though they’re having the time of their lives pretending to be part of a weird kung-fu flick.

Lydia (Voice dubbed over by Raquel Fair): Whoa, what’s like... The totes problem, my young charge.

Acolyte (Voice dubbed over by Mickey Scarborough): Abbott, Abbott! I heard from the village! The Grandmistresses! They are returning!

Lydia (Voice dubbed over by Raquel Fair): I knew they would...

Lydia begins to walk towards the end of the stage at the top of the ramp, staring out at the crowd who is still laughing at how over the top the acting performances are going as Lydia puts a hand on her face, and shakes her fist at the sky, and then does a dab, and then pauses and does a dab with the other arm.

Acolyte (Voice dubbed over by Mickey Scarborough): Master?

Lydia (Voice dubbed over by Raquel Fair): It was prophesied that when frozen hearts, party animals and nightmares all gathered together to dance the dance, that one day the grandmistresses would return. From the top of the mountain of hardware, years in seclusion of writing scrolls of lust, they would return to do battle for the belts of Tornado mastery... More powerful than ever. In fact... I think I totes hear them now.

“ONE BIG ROOM, FULL OF BAD BITCHES!
ONE BIG ROOM, FULL OF BAD BITCHES!
ONE BIG ROOM, FULL OF BAD BITCHES!
ONE BIG ROOM-ONE BIG ROOM FULL OF BAD BITCHES!”


“Gucci Gucci” by Kreayshawn begins to cut through the arena as the Scarborough Fair make themselves present at the top of the ramp, joined by CK. Mickey Scarborough is wearing yellow kickpads and wrestling boots that give the illusion that she’s barefoot. She has a pair of flowing gi pants with ladders imprinted on them, and smoke clouds up and down the side. ‘C&M4Ever’ is imprinted on the outside of her left leg while on the right is a big white ‘Free $$ From Herself’. She has on a pink sports bra and shows off her abs, as well as a new looking tattoo of a ladder silhouetted in a leaf.

Raquel Fair is dressed with the same kickpads and wrestling boots that give the illusion of being barefoot, though these are in a hot pink. While she has on a yellow sports bra, her own gi pants have ‘Club CK’ printed on the one side, while on the other is a big F next to... What looks to be Super Mario in a frog-suit. The two girls look at each other at the top of the ramp, and then CK who looks at a black gi he’s wearing. The three of them walk down the ramp. The Ladder-Fu monks are already on opposite sides of the ramp, all raising up folded ladders for The Fair to walk under as though they were saluting them, Mickey and Raquel taking a ladder in tow.

“And we stuntin’ like...!
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada!
The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother.
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family!
Oakland city representer, address me as your majesty!
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown,
I smoke a million Swisher blunt sand I ain't never coming down!
Number 2, super-sized Hurry up I'm starving


Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure!”


Anita: Making their way to the ring at this time accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... They are your ladder lolitas... The walking chaos of your local hardware store... THEY ARE THE GRANDMISTRESSES OF LADDER-FU! ...THEY ARE MICKEY SCARBOROUGH... RAQUEL FAIR... TOGETHER... THIS IS THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!

“AND WE STUNTIN’ LIKE GUCCI GUCCI,
LOUIS LOUIS, FENDI FENDI, PRADA!
THEM BASIC BITCHES WEAR THAT SHIT SO I DON’T EVEN BOTHER!
AND WE STUNTIN’ LIKE GUCCI GUCCI,
LOUIS LOUIS, FENDI FENDI, PRADA!
THEM BASIC BITCHES WEAR THAT SHIT SO I DON’T EVEN BOTHER!!”


The duo put the ladder near the corner of the ring they are claiming before unfolding it and sitting it up. They both climb the same turnbuckle and fist bump before pointing RIGHT at the Tornado Tag Championships. Mickey and Raquel drop to the center of the ring before they begin straight up SCREAMING in each other’s faces, grabbing each other’s heads and hyping each other up. They fist bump repeatedly, chest bump and point once more at the tag titles as “Gucci Gucci” ends, both SO hyped to have a shot.

Mark: An ice breaker of an entrance for the Ladder Lolitas, as they’re just so happy to be here fighting for a championship.

Gabrielle And don’t forget, this IS their specialty match. You just said it, they’re the Ladder Lolitas, Mickey and Raquel; and they’re very much ready to prove it to the other teams.

A small group of what look to be palace guards head out on the stage, lining up across from each other at the top of the ramp before the video wall shows the waving flag of England as the national anthem starts to play. But it barely gets a few notes in before it sounds like the record gets scratched and replaced with “Deuce” by KISS to quite a loud response from the crowd. From there, both Jem & Angela appear at the top of the ramp with flags draped across their shoulders, the blue and white flag of England. As they approach the guards, they hand them off to him and give each other a fist pound.

Anita: Introducing their opponents! First, at a total combined weight of 306 lbs. And making their first ever in-ring appearance at Unstoppable, please welcome Angela Hinchcliffe & Jem Michaels... NO HOLDING BACK!

The girls then take off in a run towards the ring, climbing adjacent turnbuckles as they both look back over their shoulders at the Tornado Tag titles hanging over the ring. They each point towards the hanging championships before hopping down as the music fades out.

Zack: Former Trios Champions just like yourself, Gaby, Jem Michaels and Angela Hinchcliffe have come here relying on their well oiled tag team chemistry to take this one home.

Gaby: The final trios champions before the belts’ retirement too, with Lilly Arthur as part of Union Jacked. They ARE a fine tuned machine, though we haven’t seen much of them in niche matches like these.

The lights go out. Nothing but darkness. Suddenly, the tron lights up with white noise and we hear a familiar voice reciting.

A nightmare is just a dream, just a figment of your imagination.
Whoever told you that...they never met Emma and Kat.
The most real nightmare that you will ever meet.


As the final word is spoken, the opening notes of Marylin Manson’s cover of “Sweet Dreams” begin to play. The lights don’t come back up, the white noise on the tron gives way to images of two women at various points through their tag career, the many titles they have won together and foes they have brought down - including their first ever title win.

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody’s looking for something…
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to be used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.


With the song kicking in properly now, spotlights appear on the curtain, and through it come Emma and Katherine, Katherine first and Emma directly behind her, both dressed in black, full length tights and black, fitted leather jackets. The two friends look to each other with grins, share a high five and start their way down towards the ring.

Anita: Making their way to the ring, from Glasgow, Scotland and London, England, please welcome one of the most decorated tag teams in wrestling... Emma MacNamara and Katherine Stryfe, NIGHTMARE INC!

A “welcome” isn’t what the women get (shock horror!) but neither of them seem to care at they make their way down. As they reach the bottom and the lyrics repear, the two women remove their jackets to reveal black tank tops with red around all edges and “Sweet Dreams, Darlings” on the back of them. Down the sides of the leg is each woman’s name. They split, Emma goes left and Katherine goes right,  each taking the  steps at that side. They stand atop the turnbuckles, arms outstretched, and as Manson screams “abused”, Katherine lets out a scream that has become her trademark. They jump down, Emma laughing to herself as she meets Katherine in the middle of the ring, where they stamp their feet, a response from that being flames shooting out from the turnbuckles, at all once. From there, they go to their corners, looking around at each other as the music finally fades.

Mark: And then we have the experience. Emma MacNamara and Katherine Stryfe have been in FFW since forever, and they want to cap their perfect chemistry as a team with another tag team reign.

Zack: They’re not strangers to hardcore matches either, even if ladder matches don’t quite qualify as hardcore, at least not directly. Both are former FFW Champions and Hall of Famers, that alone should tell you who they are.

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.

Anita: And finally, making their way to the ring from Los Angeles California… They’re the REIGNING! AND! DEFENDING! FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONS!... 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. They take the time to look at their belts hanging over the ring before looking at their opposition, hungry to relieve those belts from them, before retreating to one of the corners.

Gaby: And then we have the champions! Goodness gracious, this is gonna be GOOOOOD.

Zack: The Change of Heart surprised FFW when they won the belt off the Burning Star Express, the inaugural champions, and I think it’s safe to say this is their toughest challenge yet.

The four teams stare into one another from a distance, each taking a corner, studying the other movements very carefully and trying to taunt the other into making the first move. Of course, this is broken when, from their corner, Mickey and Raquel let out a loud scream:

Scarborough Fair: CHAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!!!

And on their first step forward, all the other teams lunge forth, engaging in an all-out attack to one another... EXCEPT the Scarborough Fair, who only took that first step and then retreated, watching as Angela engages Chrysta, Shizuka starts fighting with Katherine, Emma goes after Jemima, and the Ladder Lolitas just smirk and shrug as they roll out of the ring, reminding the crowd that this is not a chairs match, not a tables match, but a...

Crowd: LADDER MATCH!!!

... as they both collect ladders from outside the ring and then hop onto the ring apron from opposite sides of the ring, just waiting until the other three teams notice what's going on. When they do, both Mickey and Raquel hop onto the top rope and, using the ladder as a shield, they leap into the six other contestants, sandwiching all of them between the two ladders, as the Scarborough Fair execute stereo springboard dropkicks with the ladders under their feet!

Zack: The Scarborough Fair just tricked their opponents into attacking one another and got a freeway access to the ladders they love so much!

Mark: Occam’s Razor working at its best shape here, sometimes the simplest, silliest strategy is the one that works!

The three other teams are crushed with the metal and collapse, as Mickey and Raquel hop to their feet celebrating and kicking the other six women out of the ring. Once they're all out of the ring, Raquel mentions "they only need one ladder," as they wait for the right moment to dispose of one of the two ladder they had brought in, to throw them into the other women now outside the ring. Eventually, Mickey and Raquel grab a ladder and attack the opponents surrounding the ring.

Gaby: … whoops. They came in with the ladders, but now they have none. Was that the strategy?

Zack: Something tells me that, no, it wasn’t.

When they realize what they had just done, Raquel facepalms loudly, as Mickey lets out a loud "WHAT?!" as they now have to change their plans. Outside the ring, the six other wrestlers are beginning to stir, as Shizuka makes her way to another ladder set up on the outside to use as leverage to get up. Meanwhile, Nightmare, Inc. seems to have found a temporary target in Chrysta. In an "I'll take care of this" moment, Mickey makes her way to the corner where Shizuka has gone to, leaping into her with a senton. Seeing the commotion outside and knowing Mickey is about to steal the ladder from Shizuka, Raquel directs her attention to NI and Chrysta, making a point to dive to the outside and crash into all of them with a flying clothesline. But just as the ring seems to be empty, Jem Michaels dives into the ring with a ladder!

Mark: The match has spilled to the outside, and here comes Jemima Michaels with the ladder!

Zack: Someone has to have their eyes on the ball, and right now it looks like NHB are the ones!

Looking around and noticing all the opponents are sitting outside the ring, with Raquel, Shizuka and Nightmare, Inc. are brawling on one side, Chrysta and Mickey are isolated on another, and Angela is not anywhere to be seen, Jem starts setting the ladder up in the center of the ring, staring at the title belts overhead. Successful in doing that, Michaels starts climbing the ladder rung by rung, as the crowd starts pointing out to the other teams what's going on inside the ring. At this point, Chrysta has managed to thwart Mickey away from her, as she dives into the ring. With Raquel's attack on Nightmare, Inc., Chrysta manages to shake free from them and dives into the ring as well. Jem, who's two rungs away from the belts, is surprised to see the defending champions surrounding her, as the Change of Heart starts tipping the ladder to one side, forcing Jem out of it as she collapses into Raquel, as Katherine and Emma roll out of the way!

Zack: And down goes Jem Michaels, thrown out of the ring by the Change of Heart… Right on top of Raquel Fair!

Gabrielle: Probably accidental, too, but it was for an eyelash that Jem missed Nightmare, Inc. too! It would be the perfect scenario for Chrysta and Shizuka!

Angela eventually shows up, as she isolates Mickey, pressing her against the crowd barricades and launching powerful chops to the Lolita's chest. Inside the ring, Change of Heart doesn't even have the time to climb the ladder, as Emma and Kat dive into the ring, and the Hall of Famers take the fight to the defending champions, throwing forearms, hooks and jabs to their heads. Emma traps Chrysta into the corner and starts driving knees into her stomach, as Katherine DDTs Shizuka into the mat. While they're distracted, Angela Hinchcliffe rolls into the ring, but instead of climbing the ladder, she unsets it, folding it back again and holding it in front of her body, getting ready to spear someone with it. But before she can, Mickey is back inside the ring, as she literally starts walking up the ladder to find Angela at the end of it. To Mickey's surprise though, Angela rises her end of the ladder up, ramping up the difficulty (no pun intended... ok, partly intended) for Scarborough to finish her job. Angela is eventually joined by her partner Jem Michaels, who picks up the other end of the ladder, as NHB raises Mickey in the air. Mickey jumps off the ladder just as she notices Emma ready to jump at all of them, springing herself into NHB... Only for Jem and Angela to thrust the ladder into Emma's chest, as the blue-haired Hall of Famer collapses. Mickey eventually regroups with Raquel behind NHB, and as the English brunettes turn around, ScarFair delivers stereo dropkicks to the ladder, bouncing it into Angela and Jem's chests and rocketing them backwards!

Mark: DUAL DROPKICKS INTO THE LADDER AND NHB TOOK ALL OF IT!

Gabrielle: The leverage effect must’ve been CRUEL, Angela and Jem were launched backwards like it’s nobody’s business!

As both halves of NHB collapse, Katherine immediately goes after Mickey before she can do anything with that ladder, and a recovered Chrysta takes the fight to Raquel. The Ice Queen makes a point to throw Raquel shoulder first into the corner post to incapacitate her, while Kat throws axe handles and punches to Mickey's spine, capping the performance with a Northern Lights suplex. From the outside, Shizuka is attempting to bring another ladder into the ring, but just as she throws the ladder into the ring and climbs onto the ring apron, Kat welcomes her with a kick to the chest, taking all the air out of her lungs. Eventually the only two women on their feet inside the ring notice one another there and, with a wordless invitation, they engage one another, as Chrysta and Katherine start trading punches madly... Before THAT is broken by Raquel, who springs herself into the both of them with a double clothesline!

Mark: And Raquel taking both Chrysta and Katherine out! We weren’t kidding before, guys, this match is a mess!

Zack: Blink and you miss something! And by the way they’re going at it right now, you’d be forgiven to forget this is a ladder match!

Eventually, out of the mess of humanity inside the ring, Shizuka -- who is the "freshest" one -- and Raquel -- the last one to attack -- are the first to stir. Raquel makes a move to attack Shizuka, but the champion dodges and throws a punch of her own, dazing Raquel who slumps into a corner. Grabbing the ladder she had thrown into the ring, Shizuka sandwiches Raquel into the corner with it, before making her way to the center of the ring to open the distance between them... And then rushing into her, smothering Raquel into the corner with a dropkick. The ladder collapses to the mat, as does Raquel, crashing in the center of the ring. But before Shizuka can even turn around, the other ladder is sent flying into her head, hitting her in the skull and making her crumble, courtesy of one angry Emma Mac! With Shizuka and Raquel down, and everyone else out, Emma sets the ladder in the center of the ring and starts climbing it finally!

Gabriele: And Emma is going for it! She’s angry and she’s hungry!

Zack: Emma Mac just took Shizuka out with a flying ladder to the skull, that’s definitely going to leave a bump!

Mark: Take it to Emma MacNamara to turn this into a long night for the concussion drill team...

Rung by rung, the Scottish Hall of Famer gets closer and closer to the titles, and as soon as she's at an arm's distance of the belts, Angela shows up from behind and attacks Emma's legs, trying to take the balance out of the Scot! Emma falls from the ladder on her feet, and Angela makes one extra attempt at taking Emma out, swinging her arm into her for a lariat, but Emma reels back and smacks Angela with a superkick to the jaw! Both women collapse, and suddenly it's Mickey springing herself into the ladder, trying to reach for the championships!

Zack: Angela and Emma may just have taken one another out, and HERE COMES MICKEY!

Gabrielle: What great validation it would be for Mickey to win this one for the Ladder Lolitas in Scarborough Fair!

In comes Chrysta for the save, grabbing Mickey's legs and pulling her into an electric chair, only to drop her to the mat. Mickey's skull bounces on the mat as she falls, and she's apparently as out as Angela. With the impact, the ladder that had been set up in the center of the ring topples and falls over. Emma gets up after superkicking Angela and takes the fight to Chrysta, as the Ice Queen and the Hitwoman go to town with all the punches one can shake a stick at... Until Katherine rolls into the ring and turns it into a two-on-one beatdown. Nightmare, Inc. eventually manages to take Chrysta out, before they turn around and see Jem Michaels perched on a corner ready to take them out, and she does so with a double avalanche clothesline! With Emma and Kat out again, Jem turns around to grab the ladder that has fallen over, only to realize someone else was already trying to grab it before her: Raquel!

Gabrielle: … uh-oh. They’re gonna fight for that one, aren’t they.

Zack: A game of tug-o’-war, but with ladders. Of course it had to have someone from ScarFair involved!

Jem and Raquel start growling at one another, playing a little game of tug-o'-war as they try to yank the ladder off the hands of the other one. Quels pulls it, Jem pulls it even harder; Raquel answers by yanking it as hard as she can and this time Jem just LETS IT GO, and the ladder flies right into Fair's face! Then, to add insult to injury, Jem dropkicks the ladder into Raquel's face, and the blonde is sent tumbling out of the ring, leaving the ladder behind. This is the perfect opportunity for Michaels to set the ladder back in position, and rung by rung, make her way up to the championships! And just as she's at arm's distance of the belts, she notices something moving to her side, and as she looks at it, A SMALLER LADDER IS BEING FLUNG INTO THE RING AT HER!

Mark: OH GOODNESS, WHERE DID THAT CAME FROM?!

Zack: It was Shizuka Miyamoto, from ringside! Spearing that ladder right into Jem Michael’s FACE!

Shizuka seems rather proud of what she's just done, as Jem crashes from atop the ladder after being smashed in the face with the small ladder. The Asian wrestler rolls into the ring and sets the smaller ladder right next to the full-sized one, right before regrouping with Chrysta, checking on her wife to see if she's alright. That doesn't last long: Katherine is back in the match as she starts attacking both members of Change of Heart with kicks, knees and axe handles. Once they seem to be down, Katherine starts climbing the ladder set up by Jem. Siding up with Katherine, Mickey rolls back into the match as she climbs the small ladder right besides Kat. The veteran blonde and the brunette lolita start trading punches, and Kat seems to hit the right spot as she smacks Mickey to the nose, making her lose a bit of balance. From the other side comes Angela, climbing the full-sized ladder, meeting Katherine halfway. Shizuka joins the party by climbing the small ladder across from Mickey, and ladies from all four teams meet atop the ladders, staring down at one another!

Zack: And all four teams are on the ladders, all vying to grab the belts above the ring!

Mark: It’s Angela Hinchcliffe, Kat Stryfe, Mickey Scarborough and Shizuka Miyamoto all fighting for the chance to get the belt AND HERE WE GO!

Of course, from that position, a full-on free-for-all fist fight takes place, which basically boils down to Mickey and Shizuka trying to shove one another off of the small ladder, while Angela tries to take Katherine out, and Katherine is waiting for the perfect chance to smash one's head into the side of the big ladder. Neither of the three things happen, as FFW's resident suicidal Emma Mac THROWS HERSELF into all four of them, crashing into Mickey and Shizuka, who crash into the big ladder, and all five woman collapse in a messy heap of humanity by the edge of the ring!

Gabrielle: AND EMMA MACNAMARA WITH THE SUICIDAL MOVE TAKING EVERYONE OUT!!!

Mark: There’s NOTHING Emma won’t do! She’s even willing to take herself out for this!

Zack: But she hasn’t, and she may just have decided this one for Nightmare, Inc.!

Emma gets up with the naughtiest smirk ever, looking around her as she notices Angela crawling away to the center. Grabbing the now fallen ladder, Emma folds it and swings it downwards, as the ladder makes a loud noise against Hinchcliffe's spine, which seems to please the Hall of Famer. The smile fades away as Chrysta shows up across the ladder from her, trying to yank it away from her. Another game of tug-o'-war happens, this time a far less silly one, as Chrysta and Emma try to yank the ladder away from one another. Emma eventually shoves the ladder into Chrysta's stomach, pushing her away, but she doesn't have the time to spot Raquel on the top rope as she apparently jumps for Chrysta, but misses and flies into the end of the ladder, causing a seesaw effect thanks to Angela still being there, catapulting the other end of the ladder INTO EMMA'S NOSE! Emma lets out a shriek as she rolls out of the ring, and it's easily noticeable that her face is a bloody mess!

Gabrielle: OH MY GOD IT WENT RIGHT INTO HER NOSE.

Mark: HOLY S--!!! EMMA MACNAMARA JUST ATE THAT LADDER LIKE…!

Zack: This is EASILY a concussion! Or at the VERY least a broken nose!

Raquel and Katherine seem to be in a shock over what just happened -- Raquel because she did it, Kat because it's her partner. An enraged Katherine then gets up and goes immediately after Raquel, jumping for the Ladder Lolita as the two blondes start catfighting right then and there! Chrysta just seems to allow that to happen as she focuses on the belts, proceeding to set the ladder up in the center of the ring, but an eager Jem jumps Raquel and Kat, and the blondes and the redhead crash out of the ring as their three-way brawl continues. The Ice Queen looks at the belts hanging overhead as she sets the ladder up, slowly but surely climbing rung after rung to retrieve the belts back to Change of Heart... NO! From out of the ring comes Angela, yanking Chrysta away from the ladder and putting her in a full nelson hold that she bridges backwards to smash the Ice Queen into the mat!

Zack: IT CAME FROM IDAHO! Angela taking Chrysta out-- Here comes Kat!

Before Angela can even make a move, Katherine, who has successfully disposed of Jem and a bleeding Raquel, jumps back into the ring and uses the ladder instead of the ropes to spring herself into Hinchcliffe, smacking the powerhouse with the Disaster Kick!

Mark: BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL! Angela Hinchcliffe is OUT1

As Angela collapses, Katherine turns around to see Mickey coming running at her, ready to knock her out with the Scarred for Life neckbreaker... Or so she would, if Katherine didn't just flat out deck Mickey with a punch to the nose. Scarborough goes down like a brickwall after hit by a wrecking ball, and in comes Shizuka, attacking Katherine with the Legacy's End superkick! Katherine is sent to the ropes but IGNORES THE KICK ENTRELY, bouncing right back from the ropes and driving a powerful big boot to Shizuka's stomach, folding the Asian over and allowing Katherine to lock in the Gogoplata!

Mark: “TAP THE FUCK OUT, BITCH,” SAYS KATHERINE!

Gabrielle: She just disposed of Mickey AND Angela, and now she’s TORTURING Shizuka with that Gogoplata!

Zack: And she’s tapping out, but that won’t do! This is a LADDER MATCH!

Shizuka starts tapping out madly, but that won't be the end of the match, and Katherine just keeps squeezing Miyamoto lifeless until the Asian starts responding... And out of nowhere, Jem Michaels jumps back into the scene, crashing into Katherine with a somersault leg drop from the top rope! Jem rolls out of the way as Katherine sits up coughing, only for an enraged Raquel to roll back into the ring and run up to NHB's redhead, execute a running handstand and lock her head, yanking her off her place as she drives Jem's head into the mat... Only to quickly mount on top of Katherine and start going HAM with the fists and forearms to her face!

Mark: MY FAIR LADY TO JEM MICHAELS, AND NOW RAQUEL IS TAKING KATHERINE TO THE FAIRGROUND!

Zack: KATHERINE BLAMES RAQUEL FOR BREAKING EMMA’S NOSE, AND NOW RAQUEL IS FIGHTING BACK!!!

Raquel goes HAM on Katherine until the older blonde doesn't seem to have it in her to respond to anything else. That's when Raquel snaps back to reality and remembers what this match is really about. She looks at the belts atop the ring and the ladder already set up for her to do it. She then leaps to the highest rung she can to get a headstart, and then just rushes to the top of the ladder. Across from her though, someone has the same idea, as the two women find the top rung at the same time. They realize there's opposition up there and reel back with closed fists... Only to realize who was up there.

Mickey. And Raquel.

Gabrielle: … do you hear that noise, guys? It’s the perfect alignment of the universe that’s conspired for this moment.

Mark: The Ladder Lolitas, Scarborough Fair… are at arms’ reach from the PERFECT Unstoppable!

Raquel's expression easens up, and a teary-eyed Mickey looks at her with a shining smile. What was going to be a double punch knock-out turns into a victorious fist bump atop the ladder, as the Ladder Lolitas reach out for the championship belts... AND UNHOOK THEM!

Zack: AND THEY DID IT!!!

Anita: Here are your winners... AND NEEEEEWWWWW FFW TORNADO CHAMPIONS... MICKEY! RAQUEL! THE SCARBOROOOOOUGH FAAAAAIIIIIRRRRR!!!

The mess of humanity around the ring -- with the exception of Emma, who's being taken care of by the trainers at ringside -- can't even react, but atop the ladder, Mickey and Raquel share a big hug, right before each one of them grabs one of the championship belts so they can proudly raise them in the air!

Gabrielle: Mickey Scarborough and Raquel Fair walked into this match as plucky ladder lovers… And after a LADDER match of all types, they DID IT! They’re the NEW Tornado Champions!

Mark: They had the match type as their trump card and they pulled it off, through hell and high water, surviving the wrath of Nightmare, Inc. and some fine opposition in NHB and the Change of Heart! Congratulations to the new champions!






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Anita: The following contest is set for one fall and is under NO SURRENDER RULES!

Mark: Vanessa Cade recently made it quite clear that she wanted to be part of the ever-growing No Surrender division, and what better way to give her her first taste of it against the woman that came up just short at Relentless! And joining me right now I have Mel Avilo! Welcome to the booth, Mel.

Mel: Hey Mark! Thank ya very much for having me!

The lights suddenly go out all over the arena, the lights beginning to swirl all around the arena for a few moments, as confusion seems to set inside of the ring and not a movement is made inside of it while the familiar lead-in to House of Pain’s “Jump Around” plays over the PA before stopping and the following words being screamed out:

“I THINK I GOT MY SWAGGER BACK!”

Smoke begins to engulf the entire top of the entrance area from each side of the ramp before Vanessa Cade bursts out from the smoke, a great big white spotlight surrounding her as she slowly stretches out her arms out, a confident grin on her face before turning and spinning in a 360 motion with her right elbow out, letting out a war cry to a surprising amount of approval from the FFW Faithful before she begins to strut her way down to the ring, swaying her shoulders back and forth before jumping up on the apron.

Anita: Introducing first…from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada…weighing in at a one hundred and fifty pounds…SHE IS THE “GOLDEN ELBOW”…VANESSAAAAAA…CAAAAAAADEEEEEE!!!!!!

Vanessa then turns and hooks the ropes with both of her arms, looking at the crowd before entering the ring and doing a one-eighty spin with her arms extended as the crowd boos her, bringing her hands together to flash her own personal logo that’s imprinted in her gloves. After that, Vanessa slowly goes toward the other side of the ring closest to the entrance and leans back against it, waiting for the start of the match.

Mark: As said previously, that is the woman who has recently shown an interest in the division. I’m not sure when that came out she thought her first test was going to be against Natalya Demidov!

Mel: I’m sure she didn’t. And in either case, a win over Natalya would do her some wonders right about now!

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, nodding in acknowledgement before doing a crisp cut throat motion, proceeding to walk down the entrance ramp.

Anita: And her opponent... 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.

Mark: That woman, two months ago, came just short of walking out with the No Surrender Championship and you will be damned if she has no intentions of making sure that she gets another shot at whoever holds the belt at the end of the night.

Mel: Indeed not. It is very easy to overcome this woman, which is something that on its own makes Mileena one of a very admirable group.

With the ringing of the bell, the two women advance towards each other, Natalya’s huge figure (as usual) creating a shadow over her much smaller opponent. Off the bat, the Russian goes for a boot to the Golden Elbow, who immediately ducks under it and around, behind the Natalya to leap as high as she is capable of, catching the Executioner with a dropkick...that has basically no effect whatsoever. Scowling, Vanessa then puts a boot in Natalya’s knee, which makes her drop...just a little, but not enough or for long enough that it does ay damage. A second one follows, and that does make Natalya drop, landing on the knee that Vanessa had just kicked. Vanessa follows up, charging at Natalya and dropping her again with a bulldog. Natalya pulls herself to all fours and sees Vanessa coming at her again, sits up and..sticks her hand out, which Vanessa rams into and falls on her rear end from the force of it.

Mel: I feel like, watching that happen, Natalya just became something out of Dragonball.

Mark: That would be an accurate description, and it seems as though at this moment neither is going to get an advantage over the other.

Natalya takes that to push herself to her feet, pulling Vanessa up by the hair as she goes, delivering a foot square into the smaller blonde’s stomach once they are both up, only to then drop her with a sit out facebuster, holding her by the hair still. Nattie gets up and stands there, watching Vanessa get to her feet, though somewhat shakily from the force of the facebuster. Undeterred however, she goes for Natalya again, she succeeded in grabbing the giantess by the arm and wrenching her down with it, bringing her back to a knee where she proceeds to bring her down again, following through now with kicks to the chest that Natalya can’t seem to do very much to get away from. Several shots are fired, all hitting their mark, causing Natalya’s face to twist as her chest gets redder and redder. Finally, Cade removes herself from that assault and puts a boot right in Natalya’s face, forcing the Russian onto her back, where Vanessa hops up, off the ropes and lands on Natalya with a knee in the same reddened area. The face Natalya pulls is testament to that, but Vanessa doesn’t notice, moving down to Natalya’s legs, taking one and planting it HARD into the mat with a legg DDT! Natalya shouted out loud, which made Vanessa want to do it again...but she didn’t. She took the leg again after rolling Natalya onto her front and dropping her knees into the back of Natalya’s determined to ensure she did not get back up.

Mark: Smartest decision Vanessa could have made is to take out Natalya’s legs, it chops off more than her height!

A second knee followed and Natalya shouted out again as Vanessa get back up. Natalya rolled to her side, and was part of the way back up before she found herself up the receiving end of elbows to the face on account of Vanessa, all of which were forcing her to reel back further and further with every blow until she had to put a hand out to steady herself. It was then that Vanessa went for another elbow, harder than all the ones that came before it...only to lose her balance as Natalya dropped her elbow, watching with a laugh as Vanessa worked to rebalance herself...and still landed on her knees beside Natalya. She took that moment to get herself back up and, quite casually, walked across Vanessa’s chest...well, she limped, but you get the picture. No sooner was Natalya off her than Vanessa rolls to her front, propped up on her elbows coughing for all she’s worth. Natalya turns, pulls Vanessa up and puts another boot in her stomach to keep her winded, then lifts her overhead, dropping her with a German suplex, rolling to one knee, making sure she kept the pressure off the one that Vanessa had already gone for. Looking to the smaller blonde, she stepped forward and pulled Vanessa up, and this time into an abdominal stretch.

Mel: Usually, abdominal stretches are not the most comfortable hold to be in...but can you imagine that kind of torque when you have over eighteen inches on an opponent?!

The usual pressure of the stretch was bad enough, only with the extra leveral Natalya can get form her height, the whole thing became that much worse for her. She shouted, fighting against the hold for all the good that it was doing her, as every time she did, Natalya made it worse. Finally though, after failing to get kidney shots in, Vanessa pulled herself free of it by stomping as hard as she could on Natalya’s foot, forcing her to let go. Natalya wasn’t phased for long though, as she fire an elbow into Vanessa’s neck, getting a groan from the Citrus bowl, and Vanessa to clutch at her neck. Natalya then grabs hold of Vanessa and puts her high above her head again...which is one hell of a height to be up. Vanessa considers trying to get out of it, but realises she’s basically screwed either way as Natalya drops her arms and steps forward, leaving the Canadian to crash land stomach first on the mat. Turning, Natalya pulls Vanessa up again and whips her into the ropes, where she lands with a thump. Turning, she sees Natalya running at her but is not fast enough to get out of the clothesline that is coming her way. Vanessa flips, but doesn’t go over the ropes, but does find her legs grabbed by Natalya, who pulls HARD on her legs and forces Vanessa out, landing on her back to a shout. Taking Vanessa’s legs again, Natalya falls back and LAUNCHES Vanessa across the ring where, she she lands about her where her heart would be against the top turnbuckle!

Mark: HOLY CRAP!

Mel: Yo can say that again! That...is going to be painful tomorrow.

Holding herself together, Vanessa pushes herself up slowly, and it’s all she can do to duck the giant that is heading her way. An arm comes her way, which Vanessa blocks, and then she blocks a second one, then grabs a third arm and with all the strength she can manage. She hauls Natalya back so that it is her that ends up in the corner instead. Taking a step back as she gathers herself, Vanessa takes off as Natalya turns around, absolutely nailing her in the face with a running knee! Natalya’s face reels back as Vanessa gets down, steps back and does it again, this time with an elbow. She considers going for a third, but Natalya is stepping (wearily) out of the corner, where she then decides to just go for it and an enziguri is what comes of it, knocking Natalys backwards, which then gives Vanessa the chance she was looking for, hooking a little differently to usual and slamming Natalya down with a leg sweep! Again, targeting the same leg that she had gone for earlier, Vanessa quickly locks in a boston crab. Natalya’s face twists in pain, trying to shake the smaller blonde off to no avail, looking for a way out of the whole thing.

Mark: Vanessa has been working on that leg on and off the whole match, and that is a surefire way of getting that leg gone!

Mel: It is, it is. It’s all Vanessa can do right now, otherwise she’s all manner of goosed!

Seeing the closest ropes, Natalya starts towards them, but Vanessa is quick to catch on and pulls back again, this time heading more central so that Natalya would have serious difficulty getting to the edge of the ring, even allowing for her sheer size….but she is mostly leg. With a massive heave and a lot of strength, Natalya begins to push herself upwards as though doing some sort of weird push up with Vanessa on top of her!

Mel: Never, in all my days have I EVER seen that happen!

Mark: If there is nothing else to be said about that, it’s that it’s innovative!

With a shout, Natalya...removes her hands from under her and allows herself to splay into the mat, where Vanessa doesn’t even land on the Russian’s legs, but is forced into letting go of the hold with the sheer surprise that came from getting out of the hold! Natalya, now free, ames a mad dash to the ropes, where she hold onto them for protection with one hand while trying to get feeling back into her done in leg with the other, between a mixture of rubbing it and shaking loosely under the knee. Vanessa stalks towards the giantess, who is having none of it and flays a kick towards Vanessa, making her jump back. Undeterred by that however, Vanessa goes towards Natalya again, only this time she is reminded that as long as a hand is on the rope, it’s a break and there’s nothing Vanessa can do about it...not that she’s entirely happy about it. Taking a step back, she waits for Natalya to let go...which she finally, finally does and Vanessa takes off towards her, flying at the massive Russian with a crossbody that she spins out of the way of, watching with a grin as Vanessa goes through the ropes and lands with a thump on the mats outside!

Mark: And that is how you sell the dummy!

Grinning down at Vanessa, Natalya gingerly steps out of the ring, dismounting from the apron to pick up Vanessa with the intent of rolling her back into the ring. However, Vanessa has other ideas and socks Natalya in the stomach in an attempt to force her to let go. It doesn’t work, though it does loosen her grip. Staring at the Canadian, Natalya shakes her head, takes a death grip of Vanessa’s hair and POUNDS her into the apron until Vanessa is dizzy from it all. It’s enough to allow Natalya to get Vanessa back into the ring and chase in after her, where she lifts Vanessa up for a belly-to-back, only to swap that out and drop her the full seven feet with a Dagan Bomb!

Mel: Now there’s something you don’t see everyday! Natalya’s plan has worked wonderfully!

Vanessa, on the mat, likely has no idea where she is let alone anything else, which Natalya has no issue with whatsoever. Natalya takes a step back as she watches Vanessa slowly starts to get up, only to go straight back down again thanks to Natalya’s punt!

Mark: SNIPER KICK! Won;t do her any good here, she needs to score a submission!

Mel: She’ll be softening her up for that damn cloverleaf.

Not satisfied, Natalya lifts Vanessa just a little but bangs her back to the mat with what might have been a facebuster in another life, and then moves to her legs, lifting her up and locking in the Inverted Cloverleaf!

Mark: And there’s the Torture Alpha! Natalya has that well and truly in!

Mel: One of the most dangerous moves going, and even more so when you consider the woman doing it!

Vanessa is suddenly awake and screams from the hold, looking around frantically to get the hell out of it, but can’t see anything that will allow her to. Struggling, she tries to fight her way out of it, but much like the stretch earlier in the match, she finds herself in a tighter grip every time. Eventually, Vanessa has no choice but to tap...and by god she taps.

Anita: Your winner by way of submission “THE EXECUTIONER” NATALYA DEMIDOV!

Mark: Natalya came for war, and she damn well won the thing! Vanessa;s first outing for No Surrender didn’t quite go as she had hoped, but nothing to be ashamed of there!

Mel: Most definitely not. Natalya on the other hand is keeping her presence in No surrender well and truly in tact and she’s back on her way.

As Natalya celebrates her win in the ring, we go elsewhere.





Evolution of Kinsey

The show goes to a clip from Relentless where Kaylee Clarke is shown submitting to Steph Stefano, thereby becoming the new Evolution Champion. It then shows Kinsey rising up from where she had been sent to the floor, seeing Steph with the title to a chorus of boos from the fans in the arena that night. From there, we head back to a live shot and see the blonde with Robby in the back.

Robby: Relentless was not a night that my guest here will hold fondly in her heart. As you just saw, Kinsey DeCaro lost the Evolution Championship without even being involved in the decision. And going by your social media account, it’s clearly something that’s haunted you, Kinsey.

The blonde nodded her head in agreement with the interviewer.

Kinsey: It’s certainly one thing - the latest thing that’s been haunting me to lose it that way - without even being involved in the decision after spending so long chasing it. Having had so many setbacks and being so close yet so far in so many matches and not just in the  hunt for the Evolution Championship. To actually win it the way and did and then lose it first time and to not be involved in the decision….To lose it because a woman who accused me of being a quitter and took the easy way out couldn’t hold on for just a couple of seconds.

She shrugged her shoulders.

Kinsey: It’s been a rollercoaster. It hurts. It stings a lot. Steph was in the right place at the right time to capitalise. She gets to enjoy it and for me the chase resumes once again.

Robby: Later tonight, she will be defending that title against Alysson Gardner. Much like you, Alysson has been in the hunt for that title for a while. Not as long as you did, but definitely for some time. Do you think she will be able to overcome Steph and become the new champion?

Kinsey: She’s got a good chance. Alysson’s a talented wrestler that’s for damn sure and we all know how tough she is from her days in the Ultraviolence Division so it’s going to take a lot to knock her down and keep her there. Plus it’s Bring Your Own Weapon. Having that crowbar there is certainly going to negate that lead pipe to a large extent. But then she’s facing Stephanie who’s got plenty of skills and strengths herself, including a pretty devious streak. It’ll be a close run thing, but I think Alysson has given herself the best chance that she possibly could to beat the Evolution Champion here tonight.

Robby: We’ll find out soon enough. You may be heartened to know that you will be getting your rematch for the Evolution Championship at the next Velocity against whomever is holding the title. And as we know of the 100th episode, it will be unified with the Television Championship. So not only could possibly become a two time champion, but you will be the first ever champion to unify two titles for all time since one is being retired.

Kinsey: WOW! Really? I’m getting my rematch at the next Velocity?!? Wow. Whoever leaves that Orlando with the Evolution Championship will have definitely earned it, this is going to be one Hell of a fight and I know they’re going to be determined to keep hold of it. But they should know that I’ll be ready for either of them. I’ll be ready to meet them head on, make it a short chase time; win back the Evolution Championship and show consistently how good I can really be and how far I can go. It’s time for me to bounce back from that setback I suffered at Relentless, to ease the hurt and see if I can’t force those little things that have been breaking against me to start working in my favour.

Robby: It could be quite the lineup though. If you are able to do so, you will go onto Velocity 100 in another defense to meet either Karina Petrova or a woman who has been on a career streak as Television Champion, Leona Vega.

The former singer lets out a quiet laugh.

Kinsey: Yeah, it is and it’ll be great to face either the powerhouse Karina or possibly the most on fire, hottest wrestler in the company at the moment, Leona Vega. I’ll be ecstatic to face either one of them...but I’m not getting ahead of myself, whoever it is I’ll deal with them as, when...IF...I come to them. For now I’m not looking past Alysson or Steph. Whichever one of those win here tonight, I’ll be developing tunnel vision on them and them alone all the way through to Velocity 99 and my rematch for the title.

Robby: Good luck, Kinsey.

We see a quick graphic to advertise the next Evolution Championship match for Velocity, and then head elsewhere.




Mika’s Induction

Zack: Fans, let’s take you back to last night as we will be doing throughout the event to show you the Hall of Fame induction speeches that were given. First up, the “Red Star” herself Mika Demidov!

From there, we head to the video footage.

Mika: I made it, mom!

Some soft laughter echoed throughout the saloon as Mika said that, along with the claps, mainly from those who don't know the story of Mikaela's mother. The Russian wrestler gave out a sigh.

Mika: Out of all the people that I wish were here to share this with me... Her. Tamara Yulyanova. I'm... I'm sure you've heard it before, if you follow me. I never got to talk to her, meet her... All I knew was that she could sing. My sister told me so. The lady used to sing her to sleep during nights of thunder and snow storm. I mean, can you imagine? Natalya was already 4-foot-5 when she was 3 years old, that's ridiculous!

More laughter as Mika shrugs. There's a quick focus on Natalya Demidov's face as the gigantic Russian rolls her eyes and smirks.

Mika: Other than that... Despite all the sound and fury I make wrestling to be... I'm a country girl who never understood much of how the world worked when I was small, so she made a point to break out of the monotony of her country life and try to hug the world with her two skinny arms. And I ended up here in America. Professional wrestling taught me a lot about life. I fell on my face, and I got up again. I made friends... I lost friends. I fell in love... I fell out of love... I grew up to be who I am right now. So when I say this sport is my life... This sport is what made me who I am... Believe me. I owe everything to professional wrestling, ever since I arrived in America and had my first match with Crystal Hilton, didn't even speak proper English and couldn't throw a punch if my life depended on it... All the way to this. All this.

The Red Queen gives it a soft pause before speaking up again.

Mika: I guess this is the part where I start thanking people for this moment. I'd like to start thanking my rivals for sucking...

More laughter, and some "oooooh" as Mika laughs.

Mika: Seriously now, I would be nothing if it wasn't for the amazing opposition that brought the best and the worst from me... As Scarlett over there can tell, more of the worst than the best. But if it wasn't for any of that, I'd be one more, lost in the shuffle. Each and everyone of you rivals of mine made me who I am.

Mika then directs her attention to her older sister.

Mika: Natalya. The gentle giant, who not many people know the layers to. The one who taught me the basics. Taught me how to be a fighting champion... Taught me how to be a woman. I'm not just thankful to you, sister; I OWE this to you.

She then looks to the woman beside her: Emma MacNamara, who's there with her two children, Siobhan and Kevin MacNamara.

Mika: Emma. The a-hole from Scotland. I love you inconditionally... Somewhat of, how do people say it here in America again? My sister from another mister. You accepted me the way I am, our madnesses match so perfectly. I'm so honored to be your friend, and even if I don't say that to you a lot, I learned a lot from you. And I'm so glad to be a friend of yours and of the twinnies. Love you all so much.

Another presence that Mika searches for and finds is of her pupil, the Russian Weapon, Karina Petrova.

Mika: Karina. The one who followed me from the depths of hell all the way to this... other madness we have going on in here. You convinced me that I could still be a bitch and serve as inspiration for some hopeless generation. You reminded me how I actually got here: by following my dreams. Thank you for being my anchor to keep my feet on the ground whenever I escaped reality.

After addressing those three, Mika sighs and gives out a soft smile.

Mika: And... I don't know. Too many names to thank, too many people... We've told so many stories together, guys, and I don't think I'd be here if I was by myself! I owe this to people like... Marla and Sylvia Crowley, to Samara Steele... To Crystal Hilton, yes, my first opponent... And, yes, of course, the name you were all expecting to hear from me tonight... The man who believed in me when nobody did, Kyle Kilmeade...

If eye rolling had a sound, half the people in attendance would have done it.

Mika: Yeah. I... I don't know what to say, this is like a dream come true. It's the confirmation that it IS worth it believing in a dream. It IS worth it being ambitious. I came to this industry because I believed I could and nothing else. And right now... Well, I can't help being SO. DAMN. GOOD! Thank you SO much!

And as the Red Queen takes a bow and accepts her prize, the people in attendance clap for her again. And the we head back to the live show.





A video package shows the history of Amy’s attempt to run the No Surrender division through having contenders hurt in it, including announcing herself as the champion until that decision was reversed. We then see her interactions with Savannah Taylor before we cut back to the ring.

Zack: You want to talk about some bad blood? We got it right here! Amy has run amok since coming back to FFW, and Savannah may have the entire No Surrender division behind her in this one. I’m joined by Future Shock’s first graduate since the relaunch and a woman keenly interested in the No Surrender division, Lily-Rose. Welcome to the booth, Lily!

Lily: Thanks Zack, happy to be here. Didn’t think I’d be calling a match of this proportion at Unstoppable, let alone so soon after graduating.

The cameras head up to Tifa in the ring, smiling with the microphone in her hand.

Tifa: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And if Amy wins, she will be inducted into the FFW Hall of Fame. If she loses, she is barred from ever returning to FFW.

“If U Seek Amy” by Britney Spears begins to play as Amy walks through the inflatable words “KILLER BLONDE” at the ramp. Dressed in her usual black ring gear, she power walks towards the ring as the fans in Orlando show her no love whatsoever. No smile on her face, Amy looks all business as she steps through the ropes and cracks her knuckles.

Tifa: Introducing first, she hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! This is the “KILLER BLONDE” AMY!!!

Zack: Look at that face, not the usual smiling and honestly vacant expression we are used to seeing. Amy is all business, she wants that Hall of Fame spot. And if she doesn’t get it tonight, we won’t see her again.

Lily: Good riddance, chico. I wasn’t exactly a fan of her’s when she was trying to sabotage the NS division. You think she’d have learned from Isabella and her attempt last year.

A large Ace of Spades card covers the entrance point to the stage before Rammstein's "Engel" begins to play. Immediately after that, Savannah rips through the massive card and steps out onto the stage as fireworks erupt on both sides of her. A grin forms on her face as she hears the fans support inside the Citrus Bowl, and heads towards the ring. She climbs onto the apron, drops into a split and slides under the bottom rope before picking up a small hand cannon, climbing up onto the turnbuckles and shooting hundreds of Ace of Spades cards into the crowd (except with her on the card).

Tifa: She hails rom Las Vegas, Nevada! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Las Vegas Siren....SAVANNAH TAYLOR!!

The blonde hops down off the middle rope, stretching each on the top rope before she crouches down and waves her fingers forward towards Amy as the music fades out.

Zack: Savannah looks all business herself, the Las Vegas Siren does not like Amy at all. And after some of the comments she made about the owner of this company who is Savannah’s friend, I have a feeling this one is going to get ugly in a hurry.

Lily: I get the gist even if Amy hadn’t badmouthed Samantha this fight would STILL get ugly somehow!

As soon as Melinda Davis calls for the bell, both women head for the center as Amy has already began talking trash to the somewhat stoic Savannah. The Killer Blonde steadily keeps talking, and gets no reaction really from Savannah until she slaps her across the face. Taylor looked away and then back to Amy with a smile….before sweeping out her legs with both arms and mounting her to unload with right hands to her head. The fans in Orlando roar in approval as Savannah fires rapid shots to Amy’s head before the Killer Blonde manages to roll her off the top. But before Amy has a chance to get up, Savannah catches her with a high knee to the side of the head that rocks her backwards. The Las Vegas Siren spins her around, and snaps off a German suplex into another, rolling all the way to five of them before she gets back to her feet with an angry glare towards Amy.

Zack: I can’t recall a time where slapping your opponent in the face was a good idea for the one who did it, and this won’t be one of those cases. Savannah has all the motivation she’ll ever need!

Lily: Yeah, rule of thumb, if you’re gonna slap someone you might wanna follow up on it before you turn into sweet ol’ Amy here.

Amy starts to crawl towards the corner, starting back to her feet before Savannah uses a drop toe hold to send her face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Amy’s head nearly ricochets off it before Taylor drags her out of the corner, and drops an elbow across the back of her head. She quickly gets back to her feet, measuring and dropping a knee into that same spot. Measuring for a moment, she rebounds off the near side and connects with a double knee stomp to her back as she is laying on the mat. When Amy tries to get up, Taylor hits the ropes again and puts her back down with a bulldog.

Zack: It has been all Savannah Taylor since the bell rang, and Amy has had no answer or offense. Unless you count that insulting slap to the face.

Lily: Nope, not really.

She pulls Amy to her feet by her arm, firing front kicks into her body repeatedly and causing her to double over in pain. She whipped her into the far side, and charged in right behind her. But Amy grabbed the top rope and dropped down, sending Savannah with a clothesline over it and crashing into the floor. The boos began to be heard again in the stadium as Amy took a moment to collect herself and roll out to the floor. A growing look of anger on her face, she pulled her and whipped her into the ringside steps. Savannah’s back struck the steel before she collapsed to a seat against them. Amy measured her and took off with a knee trembler, that crushed her head into the steps on impact. Taylor fell over to the floor on her side as Amy moved to the opposite side of the steps. She grabbed them with both hands, and turned them over on top of the Siren, burying her upper body beneath them before she rolled into the ring and back out to break the referee’s ten count.

Lily: Well ain’t that cute, Amy’s trying to keep this fight outside the ring until Savannah’s too aching to do something about it.

Zack: Amy has everything on the line, either a Hall of Fame induction which she craves or being thrown out of FFW once and for all.

The boos got louder as Amy watched Savannah, who was trying to crawl out from under the steps that had been turned over onto her. And when she did, Amy grabbed her by the head and pulled her up. She hoisted her onto one shoulder, and delivered a Snake Eyes onto the barricade that dropped Taylor to the floor again. Davis screamed at Amy to get back into the ring, which she did but only long enough to roll in and back out a second time. She pulled Savannah up to her feet, and executed a back suplex onto the apron of the ring that made the Siren shout in pain as she writhed and rolled back under the ropes.

Zack: That apron is the hardest part of the ring, and Amy is just punishing Savannah right here. You could hear her shout on impact as the Killer Blonde continues her dissection of Taylor.

Lily: Amy’s still trying to keep the action outside unfortunately, the more she takes advantage of that the worse this can get for Savannah.

Amy stepped back into the ring as Davis went to check on Savannah. The Killer Blonde headed for the corner, and removed the top turnbuckle pad before she threw it to the floor. A tiny smile formed on her face as she doubled back after her, scooping her back up into position for another Snake Eyes. But as soon as Davis saw the corner, she stood in front of it and shook her head. Amy told her to move more than once, and this gave Savannah a chance to surprise her as she dropped down behind her and rolled her up into cradle!

Zack: Davis isn’t going to let Amy use that exposed….CRADLE!!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

Amy kicked out, immediately rolling over onto Savannah and pelting her with right hands to the head in a flurry. The Killer Blonde got back to her feet, blaming it on Davis for distracting her prior to dropping a knee into her head.

Lily: Good call from Savannah, but if I’m her I’d keep the action away from that exposed post. And oh look, Amy blaming the ref for refusing to let her near that corner.

Amy pulled Savannah up, and sat her on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. She climbed up with her, and looked to be going for a suplex. But as she tried, Savannah butted her with the back of her head. It rocked Amy for a brief moment before she tried to hit it again. And with a snap, Amy came off the top...but Savannah had held onto the top rope so Amy landed on the mat herself. Taylor collected her senses and turned around to face the ring before rising to her feet. And as the Killer Blonde started to get up, Savannah launched into a missile dropkick that put both women on the canvas.

Zack: Amy looked as though she were trying to drop Savannah on the back of her head, but Taylor countered it! And one missile dropkick later, both women are down!

Lily: Savannah lost the advantage for a bit, but she’s back in the driver’s seat and ready to take Amy for a ride!

With the crowd in support of the Siren, Savannah managed to roll over and drop her arm across Amy’s chest before the referee slid into position to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Amy rolled her shoulder just after the two as both women started to stir on the canvas to get back to their feet. Amy was up just a second after Savannah as the Killer Blonde went to grab her. But Taylor grabbed her head and delivered a jawbreaker that sent Amy stumbling backwards holding her mouth!

Lily: Gotta be a lot of cracked teeth in Amy’s mouth after that jawbreaker!

Savannah took off towards her, leaving her feet and connecting with a tornado DDT that spiked the top of Amy’s head into the mat. She quickly made the cover again as Davis fell into place to make the count.

Zack: Right on top of her head, Lily! And the lucky thing for Amy is that there isn’t much up there to damage! Savannah with a cover!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPEE!!

Amy got her foot across the bottom rope as Davis’ hand was coming down. She pointed out to the Siren as Savannah shook her head. She sat up on her knees, trying to pull herself together.

Lily: Lucky for Amy she got that foot on the ropes, and this fight continues...bit of a mistake on Amy’s part if you ask me.

The Siren started to get back to her feet, pulling Amy up with her. She hooked her head under one arm, and hoisted her high up into a vertical suplex. But Amy managed to land on her feet behind her, And before Taylor could turn around, Amy snapped off a German suplex into a bridging pin attempt while David slid into position!

Lily: Alright, I’ll give Amy credit, that was a good counter.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!

Taylor’s shoulder came up before the three before Amy sat up, trying to get her second wind. She glanced over to see Savannah starting to sit up too, causing the Killer Blonde’s face to grow angry. She got back to her feet behind her, screaming at her to get back up. And when she did, Amy took off and delivered a flying headscissors!

Zack: It’s almost like Amy is offended that Savannah won’t stay down here. What did she expect her to do tonight? Just go in there and lay down?

Lily: From the little of Amy I’ve seen, dude? I’d say that was exactly her plan.

With Savannah down, Amy headed for the corner and began to climb to the top rope. The fans in the stadium rose to their feet, showing her no support whatsoever as she extended her arms to her side and delivered a diving headbutt into Savannah’s chest. Taylor’s body spasmed on the mat as Amy hooked her far leg for the cover. The referee dropped to count from there.

Zack: A diving headbutt off the top, Amy’s table at the Hall of Fame next year is about to be confirmed!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!

Savannah got her shoulder up before the three as Amy screamed at the referee to count faster. Davis only responded by holding up two fingers as Amy rose to her feet. The Killer Blonde seemed to be mumbling something to herself as she paced back and forth a few steps. Meanwhile, Savannah was starting to get up to her hands and knees.

Lily: Ah, I love these wrestlers that blame the ref for counting too slow. Always amuses me.

Amy rubbed her nose with a smile as she looked down to the kneeling Savannah. She pulled her up the rest of the way, and plucked her head between her legs before grabbing both arms into the Pedigree position.

Zack: She’s going for the Nose Job! Amy’s won a lot of matches in her career with this!

Just as Amy was about to jump, Savannah swept her legs out from under her. Amy fell to her back as Taylor rolled her over and immediately applied her double leg Muta Lock! The crowd came to its feet at this!

Zack: That’s the ACE OF SPADES!! Where the hell did that come from?!

Lily: Savannah Taylor pushing up the ante!

Taylor’s back arched greatly as she cranked back on Amy’s head, causing the Killer Blonde to shriek in pain. Davis dropped down in front of her, asking her if she wanted to quit. Amy’s face reddened every moment longer she was in the hold with the fans chanting for her to tap out.

Lily: Amy’s struggling to get out of this, but her poker face ain’t exactly strong!

Savannah’s face was a mask of both pain and determination as she continued to work the submission as much as possible. At least she did...until Amy finally tapped the mat. The referee called for the bell as Savannah rolled of her, exhausted.

Zack: AMY TAPPED! AMY QUIT, SHE’S GONE!!

Lily: Amy folds, and Taylor picks up the jackpot! Good job, chica!

Tifa: Here is your winner by submission……...SAVANNAH TAYLOR!!!

Savannah got to her feet as the referee raised her hand in victory, prompting the crowd to cheer even louder. The Siren started to smile with a nod on her face before removing the Ace of Spades card and leaving on one Amy’s forehead as she soaked in the crowd’s support.

Lily: There you go, Amy, the only card you’ll need. Couldn’t have happened to a better woman.

Taylor raised her hand in victory once more before heading out of the ring with the crowd in full support. She looked back to the ring as Amy was starting to stir, the card falling to the mat as she sat up on her knees and held the back of her head. It was at this point that the fans began another chant.

Fans: NA NA NA NA  NA NA NA NA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!!

Amy screamed in frustration as the crowd chanted goodbye to her, pounding the mat with her hands as Savannah blew her a kiss from the ramp, effectively kissing her goodbye.

Lily: Alas poor Amy, I barely knew her, Zack. But I’m not losing sleep over that.

Zack: Amy’s days in FFW have come to an end, and not a single person in Orlando is likely to miss her! Farewell, Killer Blonde!

As Amy screamed in frustration in the ring, we cut elsewhere.


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Anita: The following match is scheduled for one fall to the finish...!

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.

Anita: Introducing first …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: Tonight I’m joined by a young woman who I don’t need any introduction with. Mallory, glad to have you on the booth.

Mallory: Thank you, Mark! Glad to be on here for the show. I wanna see Anna finally get her hands on Isis. We’re looking at Future Shock season champion versus Future Shock season champion.

Anita: 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 230 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. Wearing her black hoodie that is covering her head, Isis makes her way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, and the spotlight following her on their way to the ring.

Once she walks up to the apron of the ring, 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. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her hoodie and gives it to referee. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before she gets right in Anna’s face, looking down at her.

Mark: Isis Morales is not intimidated. She is not afraid. She is not as you say, “shook”. She like all the other members of the Ascension have been unrepentant in Ashleigh Powell’s retirement.

Mallory: Which is why we are all hoping that tonight, Anna knocks the big redwood down!

DING! DING! DING!

The very moment the bell rings, Anna Giovanna hunches her shoulders and takes a few steps back before she goes straight up into boxing mode. She’s on her toes, she’s keeping a rhythmic movement going and she has her hands up to both block her face and throw her offense in. She begins peppering the Future Shock Champion with one punch after the next, two stiff jabs to the kidneys and then a few swift blows. Isis holds her arms up, standing in the middle of the ring as she takes each shot coming at her as the Knockout Kid unleashes one and after a next, sending a cross to the head that Isis leans her neck out of the way, before Isis ducks another swing. Anna leans into the ropes and snarls before coming back at it as Isis continues to either get hit by Anna’s blows, wincing slightly or simply blocking every one of them that comes at her head.

She goes high and steps into one bolo punch into Isis’s ribs followed by another and another, Isis finally blocking it on the third as the crowd watches in amazement as Anna puts in all her weight with each different slug, her teeth gritting and eyes alit with fury as referee Kevin Fisk looks curious at what Anna is trying to accomplish on the Titaness. The Citrus Bowl however is all cheers as Isis continues to get hit with punch after punch, her arms up and still not seemingly blocking all and every shot, tagged in her sides time and time again. Anna pulls backward and with all her weight and all her might in it, she executes that three-quarter uppercut RIGHT across the mouth of The Titaness! Isis’s body shifts and she bends with the impact of getting her face struck by the blonde but the camera zooms in on Isis’s face as she stares Anna down.... Her mouth slowly becoming as red as her hair as a line of red begins dribbling from her mouth... Before she spits at the ground.

...A globule of red hits the mat, with white somewhere within.

Anna Giovanna has drawn blood... And knocked out one of Isis’s teeth.

Mallory: THE SMASH! ANNA GIOVANNA HAS DRAWN FIRST BLOOD AND KNOCKED OUT ONE OF ISIS’S TEETH!

Mark: Yes but... Something is wrong here. Isis is just staring at her, unfazed by her own bloody mouth. I’ve seen Anna’s uppercut knock down countless people but Isis is still standing tall.

Anna herself pulls her arm back as Isis stares at her, the crowd cheering for the Young Knockout Kid as the Titaness simply raises her wrists and bends her knees just slightly before extending her foot and dragging it across the ground as if challenging the Italian former boxer to cross the line in the sand. Anna however is raring and ready to go as she leaps into the air and looks for a flying palm strike, only for Isis to sweep her hand upward and chop Giovanna so violently into the throat that she drops down on the mat and rolls onto all fours, coughing in agony as Isis stares her down, waiting and watching, observing her. The crowd boos as Giovanna massages her throat, not at all expecting that. She gets back in it, rushing for Isis in the center of the ring but Morales breaks her, what can assumed to be Krav Maga stance to rush forward and lariat Giovanna so hard that she drops to the mat, and rolls around in agony.

Isis isn’t done with her however as she reaches down and pulls her by the ponytail before thrusting her into the turnbuckle. She puts a hand against the throat of the Italian, forcing her to bend across the top turnbuckle, feet dangling slightly before she begins to unleash clubbing forearm after clubbing forearm to the ribs of the boxer, viciously blasting them into her chest as Anna tries to put her hands into the face of Isis, trying to either blind her or push her away. Isis however continues blasting the same spot on her chest, just below her sports bra. The area grows redder and redder before quickly turning colors as Isis simply keeps going. It gets to the point that the referee can’t pull her off and tells Isis that he’ll disqualify her if he has to! The Titaness simply responds by irish-whipping Anna so hard to the opposite turnbuckle that she does a backflip into it before dropping on her rear, just in time for Isis to running with a vicious hip attack, smashing her head into the turnbuckle with her side!

Mark: Isis has began unleashing absolute hell on the body of Anna Giovanna. She swatted her out of the air with that vicious throat chop and from there... Well.

Mallory: Anna’s gotta find a way to get back in this. Easier said than done I know but she’s... There’s gotta be something she can try here.

Anna puts her hands on the bottom ropes and in a daze forces herself up as she stares at Isis...

...

Who is simply standing in the middle of the ring, hands up and legs bent once more in a Krav Maga stance. Giovanna’s face contorts as she refuses to stay down before she races towards Isis, and goes with an overhead right that Isis blocks, feinting into a kidney punch, followed by a second that seems to stick the Future Shock Champion. Anna hugs her head with one hand before ducking a sweeping hand by Isis, and driving her fist straight into Isis’s liver! That does give the Titaness pause, as she takes a step or so backward before Anna begins moving faster now and begins powering out with a few quick and stiff punches, one after the next in quick succession before she ducks another swinging palm by Isis. This time around though Isis finally gets her hand around the throat of the blonde, but this gives Anna enough of an opportunity to give her a more vicious punch in the liver, pausing her once more!

She begins to slowly push Isis backward now, Anna unleashing stiff jabs and shots to force the Titaness where she wants her, getting her slowly....vveerrryyy slowly to walk backwards into the turnbuckle. With unflinching speed, the Young Knockout Kid grabs the ropes and pulls tight on them before she begins unleashing one shoulder thrust into the corner, followed by another and another, trying to wreck Morales and keep her still paused and not moving from getting her hands on her. She steps backwards and as soon as she has the Titaness’s attention she gives her the middle finger RIGHT to the face. The crowd cheers this... And the Future Shock Champion’s eyes widen, looking furious at being disrespected! She lunges forward and Anna shuffle-side steps, pivoting one hundred and eighty degrees to check hook her upside the head, causing her to bend slightly!

Mallory: Claire tried to teach me the check hook but it wouldn’t take. Only EXTREMELY high level boxers can do it, throwing caution to the wind and getting away from your opponent just in the nick of time to punish them with a stiff hand across the back of the head.

Mark: I’m not surprised either Claire or Anna know it and it seems to have slowed the Future Shock champion down! Anna’s going for the ropes here!

The Italian takes off springboarding into a forearm smash but Morales catches her in her arms and begins to ragdoll her with a bearhug, swinging her around and crushing her to the Titaness with both arms! At first Anna fights away from it, dropping stiff forearms into the head of the Titaness but Isis continues to eat them, ducking her head down to force the brunt of the damage on a non-integral part of her head as she continues to ragdoll Anna more and more, no easy feat as she swings the blonde around and forces more and more air out of her lungs from her waist! Giovanna looks more dazed by the swinging but her face turns red as she tries to beat on Isis more... Until Isis flings her onto her shoulders, throws her into the air and punches her square in the head and letting her stay there for a moment. Morales simply walks over Giovanna, putting a boot on her back and continuing as the blonde lays there in dazed pain where Isis motions that it is over. She reaches down and pulls Anna by the ponytail to force her to face her...

Giovanna, as fearless as ever answers by headbutting Isis in the nose before dropping on all fours, huffing as the Future Shock champion sneers before grabbing Anna by the neck and flinging her onto her shoulders. She spins out as Isis falls backwards, driving Anna headfirst into the mat as she lays there motionless. With a single step forward Isis drops to her knees and pins the Young Knockout Kid as Fisk slides in for the first and possibly last pin of the match.

OOOOONNNNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTHHHHRRREEEEEEE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Anita: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... “THE TITANESS OF DESTRUCTION”... ISIS MORALES!!

Mark: Anna gave it everything she had and she even busted Isis’s mouth open at the start of the match... But once Morales got started, seemingly enraged even... A VOYAGE TO ARMAGEDDON almost seemed like a certainty.

Mallory: More than anything I was hoping that Anna could find the answer to Isis here tonight, representing our season. That makes Anna and Bianca both she’s beaten now...

As “Kong At The Gates” plays, Isis stands over a beaten Anna, staring down at her and FINALLY wiping the blood off her mouth. She glances down at the tooth of her own at the ground before simply leaving the ring.. After Fisk raises her arm of course.




Nevaeh Meets Sofia

As the audience remained energetic due to the sheer anticipation that came along with an event of this magnitude - the feed cut to the sophisticated backstage area of Femme Fatale Wrestling’s choice venue for their grandiose yearly spectacle - Unstoppable.

The Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida…

The place where the FFW Championship will be contested for between challenger Nevaeh Summers and champion Killer C. 

One of the newer faces to FFW trailed through the halls with a glass of unidentifiable liquid in hand. Given the fact that it was a wine glass - this couldn't have set a good example with the portion of the audience who wanted squeaky clean role models for their children. 

Sadly, this didn't concern Sofía Isabel Reyes. Better known by stage name: Sofia King. She found herself exploring the atmosphere of the biggest show on the FFW yearly calendar. The sweet aroma of a new environment lead King to a specific locker room.

Sofia King: Tee-bee-hache I like this one better than the last locker room I raided. Seems like whoever changes in here has better taste.

Sofia twirled her wine glass around in her fingers before taking another sip.

Sofia King: I really like that mirror a lot. If I had my own car with me I’d probably take it back with me to Manhattan.

King ran towards a mirror positioned on a wall. Admiring her leather clad self.

Sofia King: Que linnnnnnnda!

As Sofia kept admiring the dressing room and it’s accessories we soon heard a voice from down the hall. It got louder as it got closer..and familiar.

Silas: We get in here and go over the gameplan once more, just to make sure we got everything locked down Baby Peach. This is our night Nevaeh

The dressing room door soon opened again as Silas Mason and Nevaeh Summers made their way into the dressing room. Silas was all smiles till he saw Sofia standing there with her glass of wine.

Silas: Hey, who are you? What are ya doing in here? This is a private dressing room. Ya need ta get on out of…

Sofia’s eyes began to widen, possibly out of shock. Silas paused as Nevaeh put her hand on his arm. He looked down at his arm then at his client as Nevaeh didn’t seem upset. Matter of fact she seemed amused

Nevaeh Summers: Relax Silas, she’s ok. This is Sofia King, from what I’ve gathered she’s a woman of fine taste. A friendly newcomer it would seem. Though what you’re doing here before we are dear is an interesting question.

Judging by the expression on Sofia’s face - she knew exactly who Nevaeh was as well. A gnarly smile formed on the face of the FFW newcomer.

Sofia King: Ummmmmmmmm.

Sofia let out two coughs. Clearly thinking about what she planned to say.

Sofia King: Perdon, I'm trying to gather my thoughts.

She added. Lifting her wine glass once again. Softly humming over it. Silas looked at her with an inquisitive look, really wanting to know what this woman was doing here. Nevaeh though remained amused

Sofia King: Oye! I obviously came here to tell you that I support you going out there in this main event tonight. Becoming FFW Champion!

Sofia did support Nevaeh, but she clearly didn't want to just say she spent the past two hours barging in random locker rooms. Especially after the #1 contender said she had great taste.

Sofia King: Tiny question, how do you feel, Summers? Are you ready?

Sofia asked before lifting the cup to her lips. Nevaeh let out a soft chuckle as she walked past Silas and approached the latina. She looked her right in her eyes, smirking as she did

Nevaeh Summers: Am I ready? Oh Sofia “ready” doesn’t do it justice. I am more locked and focused for this match than any other I’ve had in my career. I am here to become FFW Champion. I’m not going out there tonight to “put on a great show” or “give my best effort” No, I’m here to be a champion..and I will be. And thank you for your support. You’ve been very supportive since word broke that you were coming to FFW. That alone gives me the sense that you got your head on straight. I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do here.

Nevaeh remained smirking while Silas crossed his arms over his chest and continued to observe Sofia. The gaze of King shifted over to Silas.

Sofia King: Parcerito, callllmate.

Sofia said to the suspicious manager of the amazing talent in Nevaeh. Silas raised an eyebrow at her

Sofia King: Ven aca, tomarlo…

Sofia held her glass of wine out to Silas. He did not seem amused one bit.

Sofia King: Todo. No? Bueno...Nevaeh, honey, of course I support you. I'm big on successful people. There's a lot to learn from people who accomplish things, no?

She asked. Nevaeh seemed pleased by her response while Silas still seemed to be holding his opinion to himself

Sofia King: I know for a fact that you have all of the tools to be one of the best in FFW, no, you have been one of the best here for a long while. All that's left is to take your crown.

Sofia added.

Sofia King: This show is your show. Everything you've worked for since the day you first laced up. Pero….AY, I look forward to showing FFW what I'm capable of.

Nevaeh looked at her with a jovial look on her face. She looked over her shoulder at Silas and gestured to Silas


Nevaeh Summers: You hear all this Silas? This young woman right here is educated. She knows the score and sees things for what they really are. Unlike most of the slobs around here. Isn’t it a breath of fresh air?

Silas seemed to still be suspicious about Sofia

Silas: Yeah, refreshing indeed. You seem to know what you’re talking about Sofia my dear. But you will have ta excuse us as Nevaeh has ta start getting ready for her match tonight. Can’t be having distractions ya know?

Nevaeh looked at Silas as if to say “lighten up”. She looked back at Sofia

Nevaeh Summers: We do have the match to get ready for, but I assure you that you coming here and showing your support is greatly appreciated Sofia. And I think you’re gonna open alot of FFW fans eyes..or force them recognize you. That’s what I had to do cause their ignorant toads who blindly worship their favorites. Just remember that when you want something ya gotta take it. I don’t think you’ll have a problem doing that though.

Nevaeh gave Sofia a wink. King responded with a smile before lowered her glass.

Sofia King: Bueno. I won't forget that...I’d say good luck. But you don't need it.

She flashed another smile at the oh so suspicious Silas before making her way out of the locker room. Leaving the #1 Contender to prepare strategy for the biggest match on the biggest card of the year. Nevaeh watched Sofia leave with a smile on her face. Silas though still looked at her with an inquisitive look. Nevaeh softly patted him on the chest

Nevaeh Summers: Relax, she’s fine. On our side, you did hear all the nice things she said yes?

Silas slowly nodded his head

Silas: Yeah I did..and certainly hope she is. We’ll be keeping an eye on her. For now though it’s all about Caroline. Let’s get ready

Nevaeh gave him a nod of the head as we now cut to another part of the stadium.




Sherlock Adler

We return to the back, and find Zoey once more and this time she has a familiar face standing beside her, that being the Future Shock Director Adam Grant.

Adam: Hey there, Zoey. Are you enjoying yourself?

Zoey: It’s been a pretty interesting night. This facility is great, the fans are wild and the people backstage couldn’t be cooler… I just have one “issue”

Adam: What’s up?

Zoey: There’s a little “meeting” going on… And I think we owe it to the fans of FFW to find out exactly what’s going on in there.

Adam: You know about as much as I do on that note. I heard about it too, but they got security outside the door to Samantha’s office. So I don’t think they want to be disturbed. But if I find out anything, I’ll give you a buzz and let you know.

Zoey: Thanks Adam… Keep me in the loop!

He nods with a smile before patting her on the shoulder and heading off camera as she returns her gaze to the fans

Zoey: I’m gonna stay on this case, but in the meantime the No Surrender Championship is on the line NEXT as Starla McCloud will be challenging the incumbent Mileena Savage!

From there, we head back to the ring.




Anita: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the... THE FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP!

Climbing the ring steps she will turn on the top step to face outwards, arching her back against the ring post and running her hand down the curves of her body, before quickly turning and stepping through the ring ropes where she is joined by her husband. As the music fades, Alex finishes giving her a last minute pep talk and they exchange one last kiss before he leaves the ring and Starla turns her attention back to the middle of the ring.

Anita: Standing 5’9” tall and weighing 127lbs from Atlanta, Georgia and accompanied by her husband Alex Adonis, please welcome...STARLA MCCLOUD!!!

Mai: ...No. No. No. No. No! I will not! I REFUSE!

Caroline: ...(Audible sigh over the headset). Mai, I’ve faced them both, I love the No Surrender division, and Nevaeh doesn’t even like you!

Mai: IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING! Anyway...

Caroline: Anyway, here in Orlando Starla is looking to take back what she’s never lost and she’s likely been counting down the minutes, the hours, the days until she would get back into the ring and regain a title that she has defined. I say that with equal parts envy and awe. Starla has become synonymous with the name No Surrender. No ifs, no ands, no buts.

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 finally makes herself known, stepping out from the back with a smile, albeit somewhat mischievous one. At her side was her fiance, and manager Dante Knox carrying a Canadian flag and Mileena, the No Surrender Championship.

Anita: Accompanied to the ring by Dante Knox, she is is your FFW No Surrender Champion... This is... MILEENA SAVAGE!!

Uh, yeah, from the land of the lost, Trans-Canada cross
Patriotic and I honor with my hand on my heart
From the greatest of lakes to the greenest of greens
To the rockiest mountains and everything in between!


Mileena walks down the ramp as Dante waves the big Canadian flag, slapping a few hands here and there.  Mileena takes the flag from Dante and they share a kiss before Mileena climbs into the ring and races to the corner. Cilmbing up she waves the flag and holds up one hand with devil horns held high. Finally Mileena hops down and passes the flag off to Dante again as she stretches in her corner.

Caroline: Mileena’s journey one could argue has been the opposite, very opposite of Starla’s. She fought everyone and anyone for so long to finally become champion and now she has the... Very toughest challenge ahead of her. I noticed you were talking Canadian jokes at one of her recent matches... Isn’t she a client of yours?

Mai: Last time I checked, but I completely welcome any Asian jokes she throws my way. Besides, I miss my old curseword laden favorite Canadian. She’s all full of ugh... Honor, and her and Dante are together I just... Double ugh.

Referee Robert Valero is handed the No Surrender Championship before holding it up to the air as the Orlando crowd cheers accordingly for both competitors. Starla and Mileena walk to the center of the ring as Valero motions for them to shake hands after handing the title to Anita. The Pride of Canada and the Good Doctor shake hands before they break away as the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

Both competitors immediately come back on each other and Starla immediately goes for a wrist lock, folding Mileena’s arm around itself and forcing her to drop on her side. The No Surrender Champion tries to stand herself up but the moment she does, Starla immediately tosses her over into a hip toss, keeping the hold on the arm applied and squeezing the pressure on it as Savage puts a hand on the mat and pushes herself over before rolling upward and kipping up. She quickly snaps her arm and executes an armdrag that sends Starla over but McCloud follows through and hangs in, arm still locked up around Mileena’s. Savage pulls her opponent forward and counters into a irish-whip, bouncing her opponent forward and as Starla returns she takes a dropkick to the knee, sending her downward to the mat and punching the mat.

Mileena is already back up before Starla can recover on the attack on her leg and she immediately latches on a spinning toe hold on the Good Doctor, stopping on the first revolution to drop forward and bend McCloud’s leg. Starla grips the mat, hands reaching as Mileena continues to keep the grip applied, not allowing the redhead to keep moving but when she stands up to turn another revolution, Starla drags her a little closer. On the fourth revolution, she’s closer, and on the sixth revolution, McCloud makes that the final one as she reaches both hands over and grabs the ropes, forcing the break. The No Surrender champion holds her hands up and takes a few steps back as Starla stands and rubs her leg still fresh off from being on the shelf.

Caroline: Spinning toe hold, and Starla coming from that injury only to face a leg focused Mileena is exactly the problem she wouldn’t want to face...

Mai: It’s exactly the problem she would expect though, ‘champ’. She knew what she was signing up for and now she’s getting back up.

Starla holds a hand up and beckons Mileena to a test of strength. The No Surrender Champion holds her arm up slowly, testing before the two women intertwine fingers. The other hand is intertwined and the two women lock up slowly. With similar weight and three inches of height in difference at first it seems even with Starla starting to bare down on Mileena with her height. The No Surrender champion however begins to slowly push back, struggling but getting McCloud to lean backward, surely but slowly until she has taken at least a few steps before she drops to her knees and palm strikes Mileena square in the heel! Savage’s eyes widen as she drops down in pain. Starla immediately grabs her ankle, lifting it up before lifting the champ’s leg and teeing off on it with stiff kicks!

The Citrus Bowl (and the champion) were far from expecting that as as Starla continues peppering kicks into that ankle before she focuses shots into the back of the calf, into the side of the knee before she latches with a knee bar similar but not with the same ferocity as Mileena’s bodyscissored knee bar. It still seems to hurt Savage just the same as she begins to reach her hands out, trying to grasp for anything and letting out a sudden hiss of pain. Her free foot shoots out as she catches Starla in the jaw once or twice, but the Good Doctor won’t let go for anything!

Mai: Insult to injury obviously! Starla is trying to play Mileena’s game of attacking the legs. They’ll both be walking out of the arena on crutches if they play this game... Luckily, that’s my fetish.

Caroline: It terrifies me to think that I’ve known you from since I was barely starting puberty and you haven’t changed a single iota. Anyway, I think it’s more trying to put Mileena at the same pace she’s at so she can get to work on her neck. That’s the Doc’s wheelhouse. Your neck. Your head... Because eventually that’s your ass.

Valero asks Savage if she wants to quit but the No Surrender champion ain’t got time for that. She looks backward and forces both herself and Starla to lean on their sides before she inches herself with her hips and hooks an arm around the ropes. The rope break happens instantly and just as Mileena raises up she instinctively drops on her back and rolls out of the ring. The champion was right to do it, seemingly protecting herself from getting hit with a jumping high kick. She was right to as the camera cuts back to Starla with her leg up and pulled back, looking as though she was preparing to launch a stiff kick to the back of her head. Savage wipes the side of her lip with her thumb before rolling back into the ring. This time she challenges Starla to a test of strength and the challenger obliges her...

...Only for the champion to instantly sweep behind her and catch her in the back of the head with a double leg enzuigiri! McCloud goes down, hugging the back of her head as Mileena bounces off the ropes and comes flying back, dropping a knee into the back of Starla’s! The Good Doctor rolls around in pain, hugging her knee acutely and huffing in pain before she tries to force herself back up and hutches. She goes into the corner only for Mileena to come running at her. She goes for a springboard enzuigiri in the corner but Starla ducks this one and the second that Mileena’s up she gets a drop toe hold into the second turnbuckle with a smack. Mileena stays there stunned for a moment as Starla runs to the opposite corner, comes back and gets a flying jump kick, catching Savage in the back of the head, sending her face forward into the turnbuckle with a force before she snaps back, eyes rolled in the back of the head from a potential knockout shot!

Caroline: TRANQUILISER! I... Think that Mileena may be out right now, but a knockout doesn’t do anything under No Surrender rules.

Mai: Looks like she’s about to wake Mileena back up... I would settle for cheek kisses and ear nibbles personally.

The Good Doctor hears Valero telling her that a knockout doesn’t work and she looks as though she quietly muttered under her breath, ‘you don’t say’, before sitting Savage up. She cracks her knuckles and works fairly quickly, getting a chin lock on Savage with one hand and with the other, the Good Doctor hooks her fingers into the shoulder of the No Surrender champion, applying a claw. That does seem to rouse the champion in pain, her eyes going wide as she tries to extend her legs out, but to no avail. They don’t hook around the ropes and her eyes lose their fogginess as she looks around as to how she can get out of this hold! Suddenly she stops and the champion gets a wide, rather devious grin before looking up at Starla who has... No idea why her opponent looks as though she just won a lottery. She reaches around and sweeps an arm behind Starla’s leg... And then her arm around the other...

Caroline: ....Oh sweet jesus, Savage. What are you going to do?

Mileena forces herself upward and pulls it off, getting Starla on her shoulders and sweeping her arms away, no longer focused on breaking Savage down but more keeping balance! The Citrus Bowl is as confused as the challenger but there seems to be a method to Mileena’s madness as she begins to shake, rattle, and roll, letting McCloud fight to keep her balance before she falls forward, trying to hurricanrana Savage in the process. Mileena isn’t having it through as she tosses Starla upside down... Into the corner. Starla’s legs hook the top rope and the back of her head smacks the turnbuckle before she’s thrown for a loop. Savage makes a motion as though she’s taking a camera of this sight of Starla hanging upside down in a tree of woe...

...

Before she loses her absolute shit all over that recovered leg of the Good Doctor. Punches, chops, elbows, every single thing you can name of and think of Mileena throws at that recovered leg, in a Canadian whirlwind of fury! Two elbows to the side of her knee, a few punches in the calf and then a few more in the muscle of the ankle. She forces the musculature to shift with ever shot before taking a step back, putting her hands on the ropes and pullng herself forward to drive a knee into the flesh of Starla’s leg. Again and again and again, screaming louder and louder as she does it, probably drowning out the half of the crowd cheering for her to her own hearing and the half rallying for Starla to the Good Doctor.  She makes sure to throw in a chop coming in from the left, a chop coming in from the right and finishes with a stiff spinning backfist that makes the Good Doctor’s face contort in pain! She keeps on doing it before taking a calm walk as McCloud tries to pull her leg away, looking in pain... But Mileena takes a running start and executes a high speed dropkick into the knee, causing Starla undue agony as she drops down on the mat!

Mai: That was a violence party if I ever saw one, finishing up with a TRIFECTA across the knee of Starla and then a running dropkick! If that leg was completely healed, it ain’t now.

Caroline: Looks like Savage is calling for a figure four leglock.

Indeed, in front of the Orlando crowd Savage quickly drags Starla into the center of the ring before she holds both of her legs up, she quickly sweeps one leg around the next before hooking her own legs around and falling backward as McCloud’s body seized for a moment and she reaches for the air and for anything to grab on, almost reaching for Valero’s leg before she seemed to calm herself down and swallowed. The No Surrender champion however continued to torque the leg, bending Starla’s at the ankle the rest of the positioning working that fixed limb. Starla slowly began to shift her weight, rocking herself back and forth but the Pride of Canada wasn’t having any of that, rocking herself on her shoulders in the opposite direction of whenever Starla tried to roll herself. She slowed down and glared at the champion for a moment before she began to slowly slide on her back towards the ropes on her back, trying to position them.

She does begin to get herself towards the ropes and reaches forward before going for the ropes. Her eyes widen as the Good Doctor’s fingers flick the bottom rope and she comes so close but Mileena suddenly shoots herself up and shakes her head, unwrapping herself around Starla’s leg before dragging her to the center and reapplying the figure four. In that SINGLE moment as Mileena falls back, just as she lands Starla puts her hands under her and Doctor McCloud SHOVES herself off the mat for all she’s worth, completely reversing the hold as both women are on their stomachs as Mileena is in agony! It only gets worse as she tries to unwrap herself but McCloud forces herself to stand, re-wraps Savage’s legs around one of her’s and bends backwards, going for a cravate around Mileena’s throat and WRENCHING back, Savage’s eyes rolling in the back of her head in sheer pain!

Mai: That figure four Mileena had on Starla was positive captivating... You could really see their legs mm... Coiled around each other. Now they’re in a position that really looks like--

Caroline: Get laid woman, Christ! You need Jesus. Anyway, the Good Doctor has completely reversed that figure four leg lock and converted it into what looks like a modified Hangman’s Clutch... Well, a stepover toehold cravate if you wanna get technical. If Savage doesn’t pass out from air circulation being cut off, she’ll suffer from her neck bending in a way it... Shouldn’t.

The camera shows Mai and C in the background of the action at the commentary booth, Mai’s head tilting to the side and squinting as she imagines whatever carnal things between Mileena and Starla. Meanwhile Starla continues to cinch in the hold as Mileena tries to take very slow, reserved breaths so not to waste her air supply as she seems to grow lightheaded. She soldiers one and with one leg and both arms available to her, she begins to crawl herself over to the ropes. She hooks an arm around the ropes and Starla lets go of the cravate stepover toehold but just as Savage rises up she gets FLIPPED into the center of the ring with a Tazzmission-plex clutch that turns into the submission itself with a full on choke! The No Surrender Champion’s hands flail around as her eyes go wide before she struggles under the grasp, her hands reaching the air fruitlessly as she cannot move before Starla hooks her legs around her waist!

Mai: RESTRAINING ORDER! RESTRAINING ORDER! THIS IS A MAITASTROPHE!

Caroline: WILL MILEENA TA... Maitastrophe?

With a hand raised, the No Surrender Champion has no choice but to begin tapping before she passes out from the choke, as Starla releases the hold and rolls away, hands on the mat as her husband rolls into embrace her.

DING! DING! DING!

Anita: Here is your winner and for THE FOURTH TIME! ....NEW FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION! .... SSSTTAARRRRLLLAAA MMCCCCLLLOOUUUUDDDD!!

Caroline: She did it. I... Starla has unequivocally made this division her’s. What is this feeling of admiration, jealousy, and awe?

Mai: Aja?

Caroline: ...

As “Bad Things” plays through the arena, Starla’s arm is raised by her husband as she holds up the titanium championship with her wrist, huffing looking worn out but smiling proudly in front of the Citrus Bowl. She walks towards Mileena and helps the former champion up. There’s a silent pause between the two competitors before they share a handshake...

...And then a hug, to an encore of cheers from the crowd. Savage raises the new champion’s hand this time before rolling out of the ring and letting Starla have her moment as she convenes with Dante.


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A recap shows Eileen getting a face full of pepper spray after her victory against Valentina Lozano before we go back to the live broadcast.

Mark: I’ve been looking forward to this one, and I know that Eileen has been too after getting maced as you just saw.

Mai: Oh please, there’s nothing wrong with having something sprayed on your face. I can’t tell how you often it’s happened to me. Good for the skin, you know?

Anita: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will earn a FFW Evolution Championship match!

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

Anita: Now making her way to the ring, from Eze, France……Desirae Kain!

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

Mai: Desirae here is one of FFW’s most decorated women, and she should just get the shot without having to face Amaro. And I’m sure she would agree.

Mark: She might, but that also means she wouldn’t be on this show tonight. And I’m pretty sure Desirae would like to be part of Unstoppable 7.

The lights dim inside of the arena as a certain hip-hop, high energy beat begins to play over the PA system, as multiple white lights begin to swirl and strobe around the arena as the LCD screen comes alive with the images of a young figure walking towards the screen in a blue hoodie, sweatpants and boxing gloves, walking slowly and forward with a purpose as they begin to shadow box until throwing a right straight towards the screen, a loud “WOO” coming across the PA system as the words “EILEEN AMARO” appear on the screen before Eileen Amaro walks out of the curtain and onto the entrance stage to the roar of the crowd, feet bouncing to the rhythm of B.A.P.’s “Punch” playing over the PA system as her eyes shift to and focus entirely on the ring that’s just down below the entrance ramp.

Anita: From Chicago, Illinois by way of Ocean City, Maryland…weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds…she is EILEEEEEEEEEEN...AMAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Eileen takes in a deep breath, beginning to strafe left and right with short hops. She begins to shadow box with her wrapped fists before she begins to make her way across the ramp, the fans across reaching out to her as she gradually extends her arm and some even being able to get a touch, although the woman’s focus remains on the squared circle and nothing else as she climbs up the steel steps, climbing up the top rope closest to her while “Punch” reaches its chorus.

ERR! ERR! ERRBODY PUNCH!
(GET ‘EM UP, GET ‘EM UP, GET ‘EM UP HIGH!)
ERR! ERR! ERRBODY PUNCH!
(HIT ‘EM UP HIT ‘EM UP HIT ‘EM UP!)


As the first bit of the chorus hits, she throws a high uppercut in the air, keeping that right arm extended for a moment, throwing in a few more shadow boxing punches before leaping off the top rope, throwing another punch up towards the air before taking her stance in the nearest neutral corner, rolling her neck from side to side before returning to bouncing up and down to keep herself in rhythm, throwing a few more shadow punches in for good measure; getting loose and limber for the fight that was ahead of her.

Mark: You won’t find too many women in FFW who are more beloved than Eileen Amaro. She walked back into this company on this show last year, and she’s now competing at it a year later.

Mai: Did I ever mention how over the top and unnecessary that was last year? She could have easily just said it on Twitter or something.

As soon as referee Kevin Fisk calls for the bell, Eileen wastes no time and goes right after Desirae. Kain barely gets a few steps in before Eileen swarms her, and begins hammering her with rights and lefts a’plenty, driving her back into the corner before she lands a few shots to the body. Kain tries to cover up in the corner, but Eileen pulls her arms apart and headbutts her before connecting with a series of chops to her chest. She quickly dropped her with a scoop slam before leaving her feet with a leg drop across her chest.

Mark: Eileen is damn sure fired up here on FFW’s biggest stage, and I’m not sure Desirae was anticipating all of this.

Mai: She really got bent out of shape about that pepper spray thing. Geez, grow up for once, Eileen! Don’t take things so personally.

Desirae tried to get back to her feet, but Eileen continued to stay right on top of her. Amaro hammered forearms down across her back repeatedly before she scooped her up, and planted her with a back suplex. The former Evolution Champion got back to her feet, taking off towards the ropes before Desirae rolled out of the ring to the floor to get away from her. The fans in Orlando showed Desirae how they felt, the booing beginning almost immediately. And as Fisk began his ten count, Eileen shook her head and rolled out after her. Kain saw her coming and took off into a run with Amaro right behind her. She rolled back into the ring. And as Eileen did the same, Desirae went to drop an elbow into the back of her head, only Eileen slid back out and she hit the mat instead. Kain grabbed her elbow in pain as Eileen slid back in, jerking her up by that arm and applying an arm wringer over and over again into an armbar, causing Desirae to drop to her knee in pain.

Mark: Kain tried to sucker Eileen in right there, but she wasn’t having any of it. And now she’s going to work on that left arm.

Mai: It’s still early in the match, and no one’s ever won by armbar that I am aware of in wrestling. So let’s not start discounting our little French flower so soon.

Mark: Who was discounting her? That’s what happened.

Eileen kept the armbar well applied, trying to twist it even further and send Desirae over with it as well. Kain yelled at the referee that she was pulling her hair. When Fisk mentioned it to Eileen, it gave Desirae an opening as she turned into the hold and sent Eileen face first into the second turnbuckle closest to them. Amaro was stunned for a moment as Desirae got back up behind her, and began to hammer home kicks into her back. She spun her around to fire a few body shots, and one haymaker that rocked Eileen. But she did it with the hurt arm, and shouted an expletive on impact. As Eileen stumbled out of the corner, Kain used an inverted atomic drop to send her backwards into the ropes before taking her down with a discus clothesline with the good arm.

Mai: Good thing Desirae is mostly right-handed, she can avoid using that other arm better that way. Eileen must have done some damage to it.

Mark: You got that right. And dropping an elbow on the apron didn’t help matters too much. That’s the hardest part of the ring.

Desirae began to put the boots to her, stomping away her head and body before she measured a knee drop into her head when Amaro started to sit up. She took a moment to irritate the crowd as Eileen started to get back to her feet. Kain moved around behind her, waving her to turn. When she did, Desirae snatched her up into an exploder suplex that sent Eileen into the turnbuckles and on top of her head on the canvas. She quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the corner before dropping into position to make a cover. Fisk joined them to do his part.

Mark: That exploder suplex may have just changed the complexion of this match. Eileen landed right on her head, and it might already be over!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Eileen kicked out before the three as Desirae sat up on her knees, cradling her head and driving fists into her face before she got back to her feet.

Mai: There you go, Desirae. You make her regret kicking out of big matches, that’s how you do it right there.

Eileen started to get back up as well. Desirae circled around behind her, waiting on her to finish getting to her feet. When she did, Kain closed the gap and locked in a crossface chickenwing submission. Eileen felt it as she did, immediately beginning to try to fight it off but Desirae had it too well applied. Amaro flailed her free arm as she tried to move forward on her feet. Meanwhile, Kain was trying to step on the back of her leg to bring her down to the mat.

Mark: I can’t remember ever seeing Desirae use this hold, but she has it expertly applied either way. Eileen better not let her get down on the mat!

Mai: That would be a crossface chicken wing, Mark. And if Eileen doesn’t get free, she will go down either way.

Mark: I know what the hold is called….

Fisk asked Eileen if she wanted to quit, but the former Evolution Champion had no interest in that as she lunged forward again to try to grab the rope. She didn’t make it, but she was a little closer this time. Desirae continued to try to bring her down, but Eileen used her feet to climb up the ropes and bounce off, landing on top of Desirae and trapping her underneath her in a cover! The fans came to their feet as Fisk slid into position to make the count.

Mark: What a counter! EIleen’s gonna pin Kain in her own hold!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mai: Wait...DON’T COUNT THAT! Thank God!

Kain broke the hold and shoved her off before the three, once again hurling an expletive or two at the situation. And as she got to her feet, Eileen was there to meet her as the two began to trade right hands to the head. Eileen caught her with a short knee to gain an advantage before she whipped her across for the ride. As Kain rebounded, Eileen caught her and dropped her with a leg hook Saito suplex that took both women down to the mat.

Mark: You can see the toll this has taken on them both. Eileen with that beautiful Saito suplex, but she’s worn down so much that she can’t follow it up immediately.

Mai: Which is a good thing, because it gives Desirae more time to recover and ultimately prove victorious! Desirae’s so cute when she wins, I’ve found.

It was Eileen who made it to her feet first, trying to get her second wind as she saw Desirae starting to get up. Amaro took off towards the ropes, using them for a springboard front dropkick that planted Kain back on the mat. With the fans solidly behind her, Eileen headed for the corner and began to climb up to the top rope. She perched herself, mouth open as she tried to get her wind back. And as Desirae got back to her feet again, Eileen flew into a plancha that landed her on Kain’s chest. She quickly reached behind her, hooking both legs for a cover!

Mai: That wasn’t fair, poor Desirae didn’t even see it coming! Not like this, c’mon Desi!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOPE!!

Kain kicked out just before the three as Eileen rolled off the cover. Amaro glanced back to make sure it was just a two, looking at the referee when he confirmed it.

Mark: Desirae just barely got out of that in time, because the three was on the way down! That was damn close!

Eileen moved towards the ropes, leaning on them for a moment as she saw Kain starting to get back up again. Desirae was clearly dazed, to say the least. Amaro’s toes tapped the mat, waiting for her to turn. And when she did, Eileen left her feet for the jumping kick aimed at her head. But Kain ducked underneath it. Amaro landed on her feet and spun around, only for Desirae to scoop her up and plant her with a Michinoku Driver! She leaned forward and hooked one of Eileen’s legs for a cover before the referee dropped to count.

Mai: YES YES YES!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Eileen got her shoulder up just in time as Kian looked at Fisk with a scowl when he only held up two fingers. So she held up one for him as she started to try to get up again.

Mark: Eileen was going for Shinigami, but to her credit, Desirae had it supremely scouted! And she almost put her away with that driver! These two are ripe for the picking right now!

Desirae put a few more boots to Eileen’s body before she dragged her to her feet towards the corner. She sat her on the top turnbuckle, and began to climb up with her. A quick hook of her head made it obvious what she had in mind. And with a snap of her hips, Kain came off the top rope with a superplex that shook the canvas on impact! She quickly rolled over, and draped an arm across Eileen’s chest for the cover!

Mark: A ring-shaking superplex! Desirae’s getting her title shot!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!

Amaro’s arm popped up and fell back to the canvas, though the rest of her body wasn’t really moving at all. Desirae glared daggers at the referee as she pounded the mat in frustration.

Mai: What the hell is the referee’s problem? Can he not make it to three or something? This should be over!

Mark: Kain is getting highly frustrated, and I can understand why. But she’s not going to win an argument with the referee, she still hasn’t pinned Amaro!

Kain started to get back to her feet, talking to herself in what looked to be nothing but some foul language about Amaro and the referee. She even spat on the brunette before she moved into position for her favorite move.

Mai: I know what this is, one big phoenix splash coming up!

Mark: If she hits it, this is over! Eileen can’t have much left!

Desirae got into position for her phoenix splash. And as she left her feet, Eileen rolled out of the way. Kain somehow managed to land haphazardly on her feet as Eileen nipped up behind her. She grabbed Kain’s arm into a quick wrist lock into a massive lariat!

Mai: NOO, That’s the Riptide!

Mark: Good Lord, she nearly took Kain out of her boots! Where did that come from?!

Eileen collapsed on top of Kain, hooking her legs as Fisk dropped to count the fall.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The referee called for the bell as the fans roared in approval. Eileen sat up, gasping her breath with a somewhat vacant expression as she gathered her senses. Amaro made it to her feet as the referee raised her hand to make it official.

Mark: Well how about that?! Eileen Amaro returns to FFW’s grand stage, and she just punched her ticket to an Evolution Championship shot!

Mai: This is the worst ever!

Anita: Here is your winner………..EILEEN AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAROOO!!

The fans roared in approval as Eileen leaned against the ropes, a smile forming on her face as she listened to them. She glanced back over to Desirae with a modicum of respect after the match before she climbed up onto the bottom rope to raise her hand and tell the camera she was coming for her title.

Mark: I’ll give Desirae all kinds of credit, she came with one hell of a gameplan and wrestled a remarkably clean match too. But Eileen would not be denied!

Mai: Give Desirae some credit, would you?

Mark: I JUST DID! Are you listening?! She came up short though, and Eileen’s gonna be watching that Evolution Championship still to come very very closely.

As Eileen exits the ring with the fans loudly cheering for her, we cut to a commercial for Future Shock Wipeout.






With a brief recap showing the history between Steph & Alysson including their “sword fight” not too long ago, we head back to the ring and nearly 70,000 fans waiting for the next match.

Zack: It’s time for the Evolution Championship, folks, under some of the most unorthodox rules that I can remember.  I’m here with my Future Shock colleague to call the first defense of a Future Shock graduate turned Evolution Champion. Linda, welcome to Orlando and Unstoppable 7! We got a couple more people here than the Center, would you say?

Linda: I feel that’s an understatement, Zack, as we are sitting in a stadium that sits over 70,000 people. But I know our Future Shock roster is backstage tonight celebrating along with our main roster, and...I don’t think I can tell you how excited I am to call this next match.

Anita: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Bring Your Own Weapon match for the FFW Evolution Championship!!

The intro to Shinedown's "Adrenaline" hits the sound system and the arena lights follow it, blinking mad in shades of red. The music halts, and the arena is engulfed in darkness. When the beat comes back, the lights go crazy again, but now with something new in the center stage: a gigantic "A for Anarchy" symbol blinking as well. When the beats come back for good, the Anarchy symbol is fully lit, and the headlights of the arena are going HAM in red and white.

Gimme the wheel
So we can move a little faster
I made you real
I'm not a glorious disaster

What part of livin' says you gotta die?
I plan on burning through another night lost
One more for measure, distant from the soul
They never sleep, so ARE YOU READY TO GO?


A loud motorcycle engine can be heard roaring proudly and obnoxiously loud throughout the arena, for the fans' delight! Driving into the center stage comes FFW's Riot Girl Alysson Gardner, holding her crowbar high and proudly, revving her bike to the max to it makes as much noise as possible!

We're tryin' to get some clear blue sky
Tick tock - I think the well is running dry
My, my! I can't lie!
I need that shot again, that sweet adrenaline!

Dead state cause some fear is in the head
Bang Bang, 'cause the needle is in the red
My, my! I can't lie!
I need that shot again, that sweet adrenaline!


My, my
MY SWEET ADRENALINE!

Alysson then dashes down the entrance ramp with her motorcycle, making a point to stop right before the ring, jumping off of her bike and finally removing her helmet, throwing it to the ground before raising the crowbar high once again!

Anita: Introducing first, from "the rocking" New York City... ALYSSON! GARDNER!!!

After that, the Big Red rolls into the ring and kipups back to her feet right before she starts showing off for the crowd, climbing the nearest turnbuckle, exposing the crowbar a little bit more and working up the crowd. Alysson then jumps down and takes shelter on her corner, eyeing the top of the stage waiting for the champion to come out.

Zack: Alysson Gardner earned this shot at Relentless, and it looks like she brought her favorite ride to Orlando with her! A match like this with certain weapons legal may be right up her alley. Do you think Steph has played into her hand?

Linda: I could be a little bias, Zack, but I’ve known Alysson for a good eight years now, and I could see Stefano falling for what my sister-in-law has in store for this fight.

The Citrus Bowl listens as the low, swilling bass begins to cut through the sound system. On the left side is a smoking hole, a constant stream of hot smoke pouring up ward. On the right side however, are a trio of musicians. The young woman with mint green hair and lead guitar is recognizable as  River Campbell, while her counterpart with the bass and microphone is recognized as Dillon Foxx. Behind them is a young man with a mocha complexion and sunglasses on his forehead, likely Ro Holifield. As the live band plays, Dillon leans forward to his microphone.

Dillon: Dirty, sexy, slinky thing... Power over all with the love you bring.
Spinning from your mind control, shuffling around this deep, deep hole.
All I ever really want I never get it, all I ever really thought I never said it.
Dull myself on whiskey and wine to just to forget it...
Baby you won’t leave me alone!


As River steps up to her mic, bright green flames flicker on the video wall before a giant circle of green flames appears around that smoke pouring out of the other side of the ramp. Slowly... Very slowly, The Stephanie Stefano begins to rise out of the hole made of smoke and licking emerald fire. The Wicked Witch is dressed like a sorceress made real, her gear of black with gold and red accents, a red leather choker, and a large horned headdress of gold. The horns look like an elk’s, her boots are thigh-high with contouring gothic stockings, and she wields a massive staff of gold with a half-bitten apple in the other hand. Of course the Evolution Championship is around her waist.

River: You are the one, makes me scream and shout!
I’ve got something for you! I can’t compete! Why you still holding out?
I’ve got something for you! I’m incomplete, until I take you in!
You’re my blood and honey! I’ve got something for you~ UH-OH!
I’ve got something for you!


Anita: Making her way to the ring from Berkeley, California, and married to wickedness but having an affair with greatness...She is the reigning.. Defending EVOLUTION CHAMPION... This is THE STEPHANIE STEFANO!!

River and Dillon have a few moments to do a dueling guitar segment, as Stephanie walks to the ring, right through the green flames. She stops in front of the ring, taking off that headdress before she breaks her sorceress staff over her knee with a CRUNCH! ...And pulls out from the upper half her trademark lead pipe.

Dillon: Never seemed to have a care, strolling through the world like it’s just not fair!
Something’s gonna have to give, cause I ain’t gonna leave you alone.


Steph rolls into the ring and immediately into her corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle and taking a bite out of her apple, lead pipe in the other hand as it taps the main plate of the Evolution title and she mouths ‘Not going anywhere,’ as the song finishes up.

River: You are the one, makes me scream and shout!
I’ve got something for you! I can’t compete! Why you still holding out?
I’ve got something for you! I’m incomplete, until I take you in!
You’re my blood and honey! Come on my way, don’t you just pass me by!
I’ve got something for you! I’ve got something for you!
I’ve got something for you!


Malcolm Parks takes the belt from the Champion, presenting to Alysson before he holds it over his head for the crowd to see then hands it off to a ringside assistant and calls for the bell. As he does so Alysson shrugs off her jacket, dropping it in her corner leaving her holding her trademark crowbar in her hand.

Zack: Look at that, Alysson’s already got her crowbar ready, and Steph brought quite the entourage to the ring with her tonight. I recognize River Campbell, the other kid looks familiar too.

Linda: I can’t say I recognize the other person, but yes, River is very recognizable. But the important thing here is Alysson doesn’t need an entourage, especially against Stefano.

The two competitors eye each other up as Parks seems to advise them the match has started, just in case they didn’t hear the bell. Suddenly the pair begin to move, heading towards the middle of the ring; Gardner rearing back with the crowbar held as a broadsword while Steph keeps the pipe pointed downwards like something from a Japanese Samurai movie only to bring it up and parry Alysson’s swing. Metal clashes with metal as Parks quickly skips backwards to the safety of the corner. Gardner takes the parry in her stride, coming back with another swing of the crowbar. It’s blocked once more and this time Steph looks to counter, jabbing her pipe forward towards Alysson’s gut only for the French woman to jump backward quickly.

Zack: I don’t blame referee Malcolm Parks, I think I’d stay well out of the way of these two armed women as well. Steph got the first shot in with that lead pipe.

Linda: But Alysson is still quick to avoid any further attacks from Stefano!

Steph moves forward, trying to press home the advantage in the impromptu swordfight, making quick short slashes back and forth that force Alysson to take step after step backward until she feels her back against the rope. The Witch of Wall Street attempts to land a killing shot as she looks to bring the pipe down right onto her foe’s head only for Alysson to bring the crowbar upwards, using her other wrist to support the metal bar as Stefano uses her strength to press downwards. Alysson refuses to yield and instead she brings her knee upwards into the Champions gut. Stefano doubles up, taking a step backwards as Alysson drives another knee into her midsection before dropping down to one knee and uses the crowbar to sweep Steph’s leg out from underneath her.

Zack: We’re only about three minutes into this match, and this is already the most irregular Evolution Championship match I’ve ever seen. Alysson with a crowbar to the legs….things you never thought you’d say in this job.

Linda: Not at all. But Alysson has shown from her time in the Ultraviolence division what she’s capable of, and she’s gone through worse than simple pipe shots.

Steph hits the mat hard, the pip leaving her grip and instantly rolls away while pushing upwards to her feet and Gardner kicks the pipe out of the ring. As she does so the Frenchwoman turns the crowbar around in her grip so that it’s against her arm and runs the Californian down with a clothesline that drives the metal into her chest causing her to fall backwards to the mat once more. Keeping the curved part of the weapon in her fist and the straight bar against her arm, Alysson again advances on Stefano as she rises to her feet and catches her with a haymaker right straight into her jaw. She follows it up with a second and a third as Steph fell against the ropes and moved along them to the corner. As she got to the corner, Alysson continues the assault, driving first her fist and then her forearm into Stefano’s body, alternating between the two as she delivered ten shots in total. The Evolution Champion leaned forward in the corner only for Gardner to pull her forward and shove her into the ropes, catching her with a spin kick into her gut on the return. Stefano once more doubles up and as she does so Big Red hooks her head delivering a spiked DDT. Alyson rolls Steph onto her back and hooks her leg as she covers her.

One…

Two…



Linda: It’s too early for a fall to end this fight, even with all the crowbar and pipe strikes they’re laying into one another.

Steph kicks out of the pinfall and rolls away to the apron and onto her feet on the outside, staggering away. Alysson followed her to the outside, grabbing her head with one hand and is about to send her face first into the barricade only for the Witch of Wall Street to drive an elbow backwards into Gardner’s gut, following it up with a second before she grab a beer out of the hands of the fan in front of her and jerked it upwards, sending the contents of the plastic glass into the challengers face. Alysson backed upwards and Steph once more raided the fans in front row as she looked for something to use as a weapon and grabbed the first thing to come to hand….which happened to be a freshly made margherita pizza. With a shrug, Stefano drove it into Gardner’s face and as the pie fell to the floor, Stefano lunged at her with the second item she’d grabbed.

A plastic fork.

Zack: Stefano has got her hands on...is that a plastic fork? It is!

Linda: Have you ever been jabbed at with a plastic fork, Zack? It won’t draw blood, but it’s going to hurt for a few hours!

As soon as she tried to drive it into her opponent’s forehead it broke and Steph threw the useless implement away, lowered her shoulder and wrapped her arms around Gardner as she drove her spine first into the ring post, her momentum taking her past her opponent. Stefano stops at the ring barrier and looks down quizzically at the items being held out to her by the fans who had indeed brought their own weapons. She selected a laptop that seemed to be a throwback from the nineties that she hurled into the ring seeing it only just clear the middle rope. A kettle followed it, as did a bag that spilled lego pieces as it landed. Once more Stefano turned back to the fans only for a recovered Gardner to charge towards her, shoulder lowered for a spear...and runs straight into a chrome effect four slice toaster as her foe sidestepped. Gardner stepped backwards only to get spun around and yanked backwards by the hair into a hair pull backbreaker. Stefano immediately brought Gardner to her feet and threw her back into the ring, following in close behind and made the cover.

Zack: Steph loves those backbreakers, and Alysson is hopefully prepared herself for feeling quite a few of them tonight. We got a cover!

One…

Two…



Linda: Thankfully Alysson kicks out in time!

Alysson kicked out of the pinfall only to be pulled up to her feet by the Evolution champion who began to deliver forearm strikes to the challenger, backing her into the ropes. She delivered one more forearm strike to Gardner’s jaw before she sent her in for the ride, meeting her as she came back with a shoulder tackle. Gardner rolled to the side and began to rise to her feet only for Stefano to pull her upwards and fire her into the corner, following it up with a running knee into her midsection. The challenger doubled up after the knee and the Witch of Wall Street jerked her out of the corner and into position ready for a powerbomb. Before she could lift her up though Alysson countered the attempt by straightening up sending the mogul face first into the top turnbuckle. Gardner staggered forward and turned, grabbing the champion around the waist as she held her jaw and hurled into the air with a belly to belly suplex.

Linda: A fantastic counter from Alysson that ends with a belly to belly!

Zack: I agree entirely, but you can see that the work Steph began on Alysson’s back has already begun to take effect here.

The Hard Rock Hero held her back as she pushed up to her feet, getting there mere moments before Stefano and spun towards her, connecting with a backhand to the side of the jaw. The red haired warrior continued to spin around and drilled Steph with a mule kick straight into her gut. The Californian cradled her gut and got a European Uppercut for her troubles. Alysson went for a second uppercut, landing it despite an attempted block which she then used to send the Givenchy Goddess to the mat with an arm drag. Steph tried to roll with the momentum and get to her feet only to get as far as her knees before Gardner landed a shining wizard to the side of her head. Stefano collapsed to the mat and Alysson this time used the ropes to leap upwards with a springboard and deliver a splash to the champion. Reaching for the outside leg she hooked it and made the cover.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Linda: I’ll give Alysson credit for grabbing the leg closest to the ropes, but the other problem is making sure Stefano isn’t still awake.

Stefano rolled her shoulder to break up the pin and Alysson went towards the bag of Legos that came flying into the ring earlier and emptied it in the middle of the ring. She then charged towards The Wicked catching her with a running big boot to the chest that sent her back to the canvas. The brunette tried to roll away only for Alysson to stoop and pull her upwards by the hair before she scooped her up and body slammed her right onto the Lego pieces. The brunette’s back arched instantly as she let out a howl of pain. Alysson nodded as she smiled, dropping back to the ropes and on her return left her feet and delivered a double foot stomp to the Evolution Champions chest, sending her into the Legos again.

Linda: Beautiful! You’ve never felt the true wrath of a Lego brick until you’ve stepped on one in the middle of the night!

Zack: If you didn’t know better, you’d think this was an Ultraviolence Championship match.

As Gardner headed for the corner she picked up the archaic laptop, almost surprised by it’s weight and climbed with it in her grasp to the top rope. She measured up the woman of Italian descent, waiting for her to get to a vertical base before she launched herself, bringing the laptop down in a double axe handle...that misses as Steph steps to the side and buries a fist into her opponent’s gut. Gardner staggered backwards, still holding the laptop in both hands and Stefano grabbed hold of her arm, holding the ancient tech in place as she used it to assist with the delivery of a single knee facebreaker. Gardner staggers backwards towards the ropes and Steph charges her, catching her with a clothesline that takes her over the top rope and to the outside.

Zack: Over the top to the floor with hard impact, and Alysson isn’t going to find any relief out here on the floor. Those mats around the ring aren’t very thick at all!

Linda: Alysson had the right idea with that laptop, unfortunately Steph was a little faster on the uptake.

Looking to the corner, Stefano seems to be weighing up her options and quickly comes to a decision moving towards it and climbing up the inside to the top rope as Alysson rises on the outside. As Gardner turns to look for her opponent, the Evolution Champion half leaps, half falls towards the Frenchwoman catching her with a crossbody block that takes her back down to the floor; both of them landing in a heap. The pair of them begin to rise to their feet, Alysson using the barrier for help as the fans reach over the barrier, patting her on the back and shoulders as they offered her whatever they’d brought with them. She found an aging tennis racquet thrust into her hands and as she got to one knee, Big Red drove the handle into Steph’s gut as she advanced on her. Gardner made it the rest of the way to her feet and  swung the racquet, showing off an impressive forehand into her gut then brought it down on top of Steph’s head with such force that the strings gave way and the Evolution Championship ended up with the remains around her neck. Gardner didn’t waste any time as she used the handle on the racquet to send Stefano rolling to the floor.

Zack: Alysson must have played some racquetball in her day, and she just sent Steph back outside with a shorthand shot to the gut!

Linda: That was...almost cartoonish for a serious match like this. But it was Stefano, it was hilarious...I’ll accept it.

Once more Steph pushed up to her feet, grabbing the first thing that was handed to her and turned to hurl it at Alysson, stopping Big Red in her tracks. The object hit her square in the chest and bounced to the floor, the camera zooming in to show it was nothing more than a rubber dog chew toy. Though it was in the shape of a newspaper and was entitled ‘Bark Street Journal’. Stefano glared at the fan she’d grabbed it off and lunged at the fan who was laughing at her, along with their friends, as the toy squeaked when Gardner stepped on it, continuing her advance. Alysson was just about to grab hold of Steph from behind when Stefano lunged backwards and Gardner immediately doubled over, taking a step backwards. As she did so, Stefano lunged backwards once more forcing a loud groan of agony from Gardner as she continued to stagger backwards. As the challenger managed to put separation between them, Stephanie spun and finally revealed her weapon - a crutch - that she used to cut Gardner in half with a baseball bat like swing. Another swing followed it, this one bringing the medical aid straight down onto Big Red’s spine causing her to fall to her knees and adding a slight kink into the crutch. Stefano took a moment to measure her up and swung for the cheap seats, using the crutch like a baseball bat and crashing it into Gardner’s face - the Frenchwoman getting her hands up in the nick of time. Despite taking most of the venom out of the shot, she still rocked back on her haunches. Steph discarded the crutch, grabbed hold of her opponent’s head and drove her head into the thin matting at ringside with a snap DDT.

Zack: Steph with a harsh DDT, and she used that crutch like a baseball bat right into Aly’s face! The delicate features of the redhead are getting rearranged!

Linda: I’m sure Alysson isn’t worried about her face, Zack, just doing what she can to get this match under her control again.

The Evolution Champion got back to her feet, looking down at the chew toy with disdain before she picked it up and put everything she’d got into hurling it back at the fan who had provided it to her. Shaking her head she dropped down onto Alysson’s back and picked up the crutch once more, using it to choke Gardner out with a modified Camel Clutch. Parks pleads with the Wall Street Witch to bring the action back into the ring, getting no response as Stefano pulled back further on the crutch, further choking out Alysson. Steph only stops when the chew toy comes flying back from the crowd and beans her right in the forehead. Enraged Stefano releases the hold and advances on the crowd, hurling the slightly bent crutch towards them as she chews them out, only for the crowd to give her static for it. Stef reminds them that she’s still the Evolution Champion and she still will be when the night is over and believing she’s won the argument she turned back towards Gardner who had managed to pull herself up by the apron to her knees.

Zack: Steph might be well served to focus on the match, these fans already know she’s Evolution Champion! And they are distracting her and giving Alysson a chance to recover!

Linda: Now definitely isn’t the time to attempt getting the crowd to back you, especially when Alysson has a look that could kill.

Steph advanced on her as Gardner got to one knee, the camera on the other side of her catching sight of her feeding something into her tights. Steph though grabbed hold of Gardner’s head and rolled her underneath the bottom rope. Alysson started to rise up to her feet as Stefano followed her into the ring and popped up to her feet, stalking around behind her before she leapt forward, grabbing hold of her for the Walk Of Shame jumping reverse bulldog. As Gardner hit the canvas hard, Stefano made the cover, hooking both legs as she did so.

Zack: The WALK OF SHAME! Steph’s got the cover, it could be over right here!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Linda: Alysson is still in this! The match continues!

Alysson kicked out of the pinfall attempt and Stefano shook her head as she pulled Alysson to her feet and straight into a Samoan drop. Once more Steph doesn’t give her much chance to recuperate as she brings her opponent up to her feet once more and this time fires her across the ring into the corner, following in behind her looking for the Stinger splash only for Gardner to get her knees up at the final moment. The Wicked One staggers backwards and Gardner brings her feet downwards onto the bottom rope and springs forward, using her momentum to spin around Steph’s body and delivers a satellite DDT. Malcolm Parks checks on both wrestlers as they lay on the canvas unmoving before he starts a ten count. Gardner is the first one to start moving, though Stefano is not far behind her though. As she rises the Hard Rock Hero’s hand goes into her tights, pulling out whatever it was she stashed in there, keeping her hand hidden as she got to her feet and finally revealed the chain wrapped around her fist as she drove it into Stefano’s jaw, causing her to fall back to the canvas. Alysson dropped to her knees and made the cover.

Zack: Alysson with a fist wrapped in chains just KNOCKED Stephano into next months! New champion in three seconds!

One…

Two…

...THRE--

Linda: Are you kidding me?!

Steph’s shoulder rolled an instant before Parks can complete the count and Gardner looks at the official who confirms to her the two count. The Frenchwoman nods, pulling her opponent up to her feet with a handful of air and hurls the Evolution Champion back against the turnbuckles then started to drive her knees into her gut three times. Stefano tried to cover up and as she did, Alysson pushed her arms backwards and hung them over the top rope as she began to unload on the ribs of the Witch of Wall Street with that chain wrapped fist. Stefano let out a howl of pain before she stifled any further cries with gritted teeth. Finally Alysson Gardner pulled her opponent away from the corner and delivered a backbreaker followed up with a rolling Argentine Rack Slam into what remained of the lego in the ring as she completed the Red Tide. Leaning back Alysson covered the champion once more, hooking her leg as she did so.

Zack: The RED TIDE right into the Legos! The Evolution title usually known for technical classics is getting down in the dirt with Bring Your Own Weapons rules! Gardner with another cover!

One…

Two…

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

Linda: She was close! She was SO close!

Again Steph manages to break the cover a moment before the count can be completed and Alysson cradles her head in her hands as Parks once more confirms the two count to her, miming his shoulder coming up. For a moment Alysson pulls at her hair in despair before she refocused and again turned to Steph, the woman still laid out flat on the mat and she moved so that she was on top of her, knelt over her face and once more teed off on her ribs with closed fists shots - one still covered by the chain. Once more she pulls Stefano up to her feet, unwrapping the chain from her hand only to wrap it round her foe’s throat and used it to send her flying across the ring. Alysson follows her opponent across the ring, stepping on her gut as she walked over and climbed up to the top rope, measuring Stefano up before she flashed the cross arm horns and flew off into a shooting star senton - the G-Effect - and got nothing but mat as Steph dived out of the way at the last moment.

Linda: Alysson tried to land the G-Effect, but she hit nothing but the mat here! Come on, Aly...

Zack: Gardner went for that senton splash, but Steph drained the pool! But look at her...she’s getting back up!

Alysson’s eyes went wide as she landed, agony wracking her body before she scrambled up to her feet and headed towards Steph who was face down on the mat. Gardner looked to pull her to her feet but as she did so, Stefano exploded upwards, scooping up the kettle she’d hurled into the ring earlier and put a huge dent in the aluminium shell as she crashed it into the Frenchwoman’s face. Alysson stumbled backwards and Steph came forward once more, hurling Gardner into the air and driving her back down to the mat with the Debt Collector pop-up lariat. Steph fell onto her knees, taking a moment to try and clear the cobwebs before she dived on top of the challenger to make the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Linda: Alysson manages to to stay in this! Steph has to be beside herself right now!

Gardner’s arm came up and Steph looked distraught at the referee, ordering him to give the three count. Malcolm Parks however remained strong in his conviction that it was just a two count, miming out the events and the shoulder coming up. Steph letting out a shriek of frustration with the man before she finally turned back to the rising Big Red, grabbing hold of her wrist as she got to her knees, jerking her forward and lifting her upwards on her shoulders and driving her into the canvas with the Olympic Slam. Stefano makes the cover once more, hooking the leg as she does so.

Zack: You could hear the impact! Steph’s gonna retain the title right here! Stefano’s leaving Orlando with the gold!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!

Linda: HA! This fight continues!

Alysson manages to get her shoulder up off the canvas at the last moment and again the referee shows the two, explaining in detail his decision to the Evolution Champion who screams at him as she lets out her frustration verbally once more. The Californian pushes up to her feet and backs herself away from her challenger, waving her upwards and when she got to her hands and knees, Stefano took off towards her looking to deliver The Headline running punt into the side of her head. As she swings her leg though, Alysson catches her under the knee, spins and hurls Steph back the way she came with a dragon screw leg whip.

Zack: Neither of these two women are giving an inch, they can’t put each other away! And they are getting up again!

Linda: Someone has to give in this fight, Zack! And I’m hoping it’s Stefano!

The pair slowly get to their feet, staggering backward, facing away from each other as they keep an arm clamped against their bodies - though the camera noticed they had both managed to find their respective weapons. They bumped into each other and spun, Alysson swinging first, flashing the crowbar out towards her foe only for Steph to duck underneath it. Again Alysson spun towards her opponent only to get the lead pipe jabbed into her gut, followed by a lead pipe shot to the back of her head that saw her fall to all fours as Stefano dropped back to the ropes, bouncing off them and this time connected with The Headline. Gardner rolled onto her back eyes open but looking completely blank. Steph dropped into the cover and hooked both legs for the pinfall.

Zack: Did you see...did you see Gardner’s eyes when Steph nailed her with that pipe? This has to be over! Gardner’s out cold!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Linda: NO!

Steph rolled out of the cover as the bell rang, breathing deeply for a couple of seconds before she raised her hand in the air while still laid on the mat.

Anita: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall and still FFW Evolution Champion…..THE STEPH STEFANO!!!

Linda: Alysson, I’m sorry...she tried her best. She gave Stefano EVERYTHING in this fight! Steph may walk out the champion tonight, but I refuse to leave this arena without giving Alysson the credit she deserves.

Zack: Alysson Gardner left it all in the ring here in Orlando, but Steph Stefano may be the winner but she certainly doesn’t feel like one! She knows she’s been in one hell of a fight in the first ever Bring Your Own Weapons match for the Evolution Championship.

Linda: These women gave it their all, and I’m glad Alysson gave Steph a hard fight to earn this victory. I’m only hoping this isn’t Alysson’s last shot at the Evolution title. I’ve seen her get this far, and I know she wouldn’t give up on it.

Stefano rolled onto her knees as Parks presented her with her title belt and helped her up to her feet. The Witch of Wall Street held her ribs, grimacing as she held the title over her head, the crowd booing her as she held the title aloft once more before the show moved elsewhere.




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Anita: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.

Zack: Coming right up, we got a first ever meeting as Kelly Kincaid, half-sister of Scarlett, is about to meet Aimee Easter.

Mai: Pretty much a match of power versus speed here. Aimee’s been moved to the rear of the line of the FFW Championship after dropping her rematch to Caroline. A win here could help regain some omentum.

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.”


Anita: Ladies and gentlemen...coming to the ring, originally from Los Angeles, California… 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.

Zack: We haven’t heard much out of Aimee as it relates to this match, virtually silent from what I can tell.

Mai: What’s she gonna say about Kelly that hasn’t been said before? Talk is cheap, Hudson.

As the crowd started to settle down to await the entrance of her opponent, there was a sudden commotion in the stands; the relative quiet punctuated by a shrill whistle as a tall man, instantly recognisable to SVW fans as Luther Thunder made his way through the crowd and to the lone, empty ringside seat. He whistled again as he clapped his hands together loudly - even going so far as to be wearing one a baseball cap with hands that clap together too, which he takes off and places, completely unrequested on the head of the man sat next to him. As he takes his seat while Aimee stares at him.

Suddenly attention is drawn to a man elaborately dressed in a green sequinned top hat and a multi coloured tuxedo bounding down the entrance ramp with a million kilowatt smile on his face. Rounding the ring he takes a microphone from Anita Handey before he climbs the ring steps and enters the squared circle. He clears his throat before he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and girls. Children of all ages…get ready for the GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!!!

His outfit sparkles in the light as he grins out to the crowd once more. Licking his lips he raises the microphone yet again.

Ringmaster: Introducing to you, the—

Suddenly he’s interrupted by the loud honking of a horn as a clown pedals a ridiculously small bike out from the bike and down the entrance ramp, squeezing the airbulb on the horn attached to the handlebars all the way down. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp he stands up off the bike and from his oversized pants removes a large bike chain and proceeds to fasten the tiny vehicle to the crowd barricade looking very suspiciously at a small child in the front row. He fastens the lock and turns towards the ring only to have second thoughts, removing a second bike lock from his pants and using that to fasten the bike to the crowd barrier as he nods smugly at the child, telling the little urchin he wouldn’t be able to steal his bike now. The ringmaster taps the microphone against his hand as the clown finally makes his way into the ring and towards the brightly attired man, talking to him in an urgent whisper that seems to finish with a big explosion sign with his hands. Before they can do anything more, the entire arena is almost deafened by the sound of a truck horn that echoes through the venue….coming from a mini that pulls in next to the stage, towing a cannon behind it. From the small vehicle comes the sounds of “Out of the Blue” by Hubert Bath.

As the mini comes to a stop, two rather burly looking clowns pop out of the car, followed by a fourth much skinnier clown who is waving to the crowd, heading towards them and inviting one to sniff the flower in the lapel of his jacket, squirting the victim with water from it as they do so. Finally a fifth clown appears, markedly shorter than the rest and with his sleeves rolled up, a cigar in his mouth. All of them are in hilariously oversized military looking uniforms – the shorter one with 4 stars on his uniform. The skinny clown turns towards the cannon, spotting it for the first time and is about to take off in a dead sprint in the opposite direction only for one of the burly clowns to grab him by the waist of the pants, pulling him backwards and finally lifting him onto his shoulder and carries him back towards the cannon. He places him down on his feet right in front of the short man and instantly the clown snaps to attention and fires off a salute to him. The shorter clown smiles and nods and waves it off before miming his congratulations to the skinny clown and seeming to indicate that he was about to perform a great service to clown hood. The other clowns line up and start to shake him by the hand only to each pull away sharply; the clown holding up the hand they had grabbed to show a joy buzzer…that slips off his finger to the floor as he lowers his hand. Stooping down to pick it up he avoids a custard pie from the first of the burly clowns to shake his hand, only for it to go into the face of the second. The second starts to wipe his face, only for skinny clown to reach into his shirt pocket, pulling out handkerchief after handkerchief after handkerchief, the string of fabric eventually turning into flags, a couple of FFW t-shirts – Mika Demidov and Caroline Stark, and finally into a pair of tight-whitey’s with Isis’ face on them and finally a pair of BSX argyle sock monkeys. The skinny clown immediately makes a grab for his underwear and the socks. This prompts the Chief Clown to whistle loudly and point to the cannon. The two burly clowns ripped the uniform of the skinny clown leaving him in a vest, a pair of boxer shorts and socks held up by sock suspenders before they lifted him and lowered him into the yawning mouth of the howitzer. They pass him an umbrella – so that he can float down to safety – as the General of the squad aimed the cannon, licking on his finger to account for windspeed and velocity. With a satisfied nod, the General took the cigar and pressed it to the fuse; him and the burly clowns double time it to the mini, ducking down behind it and sticking their fingers in their ears.

A couple of seconds later there’s a loud BOOM!!!!

The cannon mouth drops down to the floor and out slides the skinny clown with a gunpowder blackened face; the umbrella little more than a metallic skeleton.

Getting to his feet the skinny clown looks irate, advancing on his companions, grabbing a bucket as he does so and hurls it towards his nearest colleague only for it to send confetti over him. The skinny clown lets out a frustrated grunt as one of the burly clowns and the General dives into the car that suddenly speeds off, leaving the cannon behind. With only one person left to take his anger out on, the cannon fired clown advances once more upon him, bucket still in hand and the final clown backs up until he runs out of room. This time the skinny clown throws the contents of the bucket towards him with a whoosh of water, that drenches the clown….and the desk behind him that crackles and explodes with a sudden burst of flame; all the lights in the arena going out.

A couple of moments later fireballs pierced the darkness as a series of firebreathers dressed up as warriors from a South Sea Island appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, a troupe filing out behind them to a war beat of drums as they used fireballs to illuminate the a semi-circular area on the stage, more fire performers coming out behind them, twirling and whirling batons with flames at either end around them as they moved out towards the corners of the stage. The group performing an almost tribal war dance in front of the crowd, the beating of the drums getting faster as their choreography got more intricate. As they finally came to an end, the men moved down to flank the aisle taking a knee and still breathing fire as the lights started to come back on and an electric guitar began to play an extended intro to Airbourne’s “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” as two sword swallowers came out taking up position at the front of the stage on each side and beginning their act, while a series of tumblers showed off their gymnastic prowess behind them and from the rafters throughout the arena male and female silk dancers dropped; unrolling long cloths of silk as they did so, performing their own aerial gymnastic routine above the crowd.

This continued for several minutes before, finally the guitar gave way to the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” and from Kelly Kincaid appeared on the top of the tron, dressed in a metallic green leotard and a silvery, sparkly cowl that made her look like a bird – a look further enhanced as she spread out her arms, revealing highly detailed sequinned and jewelled feathered wings.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages…The Greatest Show on Earth is Proud to present to you, from Coney Island, New York… the Woman who Defies Gravity, the High Flyers High Flyer…The One. The Only….KELLY KINCAID!!!!

With a flash of her grin she dove off the top of the screen, opening her arms wide and swooped and soared over the crowd; giving her arms an almost derisory flap as she arced back around towards the stage, slowly getting lower, only to flap her arms once, twice more and set off for another circuit over the fans before she seemed to pull up and begin to hover over the stage, raising her arms above her head as she descended gracefully to her feet. One of the tumblers released the cable from the small of her back as kissed her husband. Once the kiss broke, Kelly smirked and took off towards the ring, showing off as she flipped and cartwheeled her way down the entrance ramp before springing off a well placed trampoline, opening her arms wind to show off her wings once more before tucking and rolling as she landed in the middle of the ring, coming to a knee immediately and holding her arms outstretched. Getting back to her feet she moved to the corner, hopping to the top and rallying the fans behind her before she dropped down to the mat, as she slipped off the hood and winged half jacket, ready for the match to begin.

Mai: For God’s sake, that’s what all those freaks backstage today were here for?! That ringmaster looks familiar though, circus folk can be great in bed, Zack. You should know, you’re married to the tattooed lady.

Zack: A really ostentatious entrance for Kelly here, an homage to her days before she got into wrestling as a trapeze artist for the circus near Coney Island.

As Aimee and Kelly move towards the middle of the ring, staring at each other, Luther once more gets to his feet, letting out another shrill whistle as he whoops and hollers for the women in the ring getting the attention of them both temporarily.  Kelly is the first to turn her attention back to the ring and caught her opponent with three quick knees to the gut, doubling her over before she grabbed her head and took her down to the canvas with a spinning neckbreaker. Jennifer Stringer called for the bell. Quickly Kelly kipped back to her feet and charged towards the ring ropes, bouncing back off them and delivering a spinning European uppercut that forced Aimee back a step. Kincaid quickly followed the move up with an enzugiri to the side of her opponent’s head that knocked the Californian to the mat.

Zack: I’m not sure why Luther needs to be here, as long as he stays in his seat. Either way, Kelly taking Aimee down to the mat. That’s very wise strategy.

Mai: Only if she can keep her there. Sooner or later, she’s going to have to deal with the power advantage Aimee has.

Aimee rolled over onto her front and pushed up to her feet only for the high flyer to bounce off the ropes and drive a spinning heel kick into her jaw as she did get vertical that only caused Aimee to fall to her back once more. Easter began to rise once more only for her quicker opponent to grab hold of her arm, twisting it around in the socket and began to fire off kicks into her gut as Easter got her feet underneath her. Kelly tried to stay in control as she aimed yet another quick kick into her opponent’s gut only for her leg to get caught. Kelly hops on one foot, Aimee’s arm still in her grasp and attempts to throw her weight backwards in a modified armdrag only for Easter to stand firm and counter as she hurls Kelly overhead with a modified suplex.

Mai: See? What did I tell you? Kelly’s gonna get caught, it was just a matter of when. And here it begins!

Zack: Kelly got launched right there, and Aimee is starting to take control of this match.

The high flyer hits the mat hard and immediately sits up before she spins to her feet and looks to charge at Easter only for the former FFW Champion to raise her boot and catch her in the jaw. Again Kelly is flat on the mat for just a heartbeat before she rolls over and pushes to her feet only to get her head hooked by Easter as the Californian delivered two knees of her own into Kelly’s midriff before she lifted her up into a vertical suplex, holding her there for a couple of seconds before falling backwards. Kelly had a look of discomfort on her face, holding her back as she began to rose only for her opponent to yank her forwards as soon as they got vertical, lifting her onto her shoulders and sending her down to the canvas with a Samoan drop. The high flyer rolled away and once again pushed up to her feet only for the bigger woman to wrap her arms around Kincaid’s waist and hurls her once more with a German suplex, bridging the move for the pinfall.

Zack: Kelly’s not a heavy girl, which makes it a lot easier for Aimee to throw her around like a sack of potatoes in there. Cover!

One…

T-

Mai: Still too early for that yet, Kelly’s still got way too much energy left.

Kelly kicked out and Easter immediately jerked her up to her feet by her wrist and yanked her forward only for Kelly to duck underneath the short arm clothesline attempt. With her arm still caught in the powerhouses grip, Kelly spun back around and came face to face with Easter only to grab her head and deliver a jawbreaker that caused her to snap backwards to the canvas. Kincaid got to her feet quickly and took off towards the ring ropes once more, springboarding off the middle one as she looked to keep the pace high, spinning in mid air and catching her opponent with a dropkick to her stomach that knocked the air out of her as she Easter hit the mat once more. The former Television Champion headed towards the corner, climbing up to the top rope and measured up the former FFW Champion, waving her to her feet before she flew off with a leg lariat that took Aimee down once more and Kelly made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

Zack: I don’t think I’ve seen Kelly use that move before, but it worked beautifully! Kincaid with the lateral press!

One…

Two--

Mai: Nope, still too early. Both of these women are going to have to wear each other down a lot more than this.

Aimee kicked out with authority, sending Kelly rolling across the ring and to her feet. The former acrobat once more charged towards the ropes and used them as a springboard onto her foe’s shoulder, snapping off a headscissors takedown that sends Easter into the corner. The blonde immediately sprung back to her feet and charged towards the brunette in the corner, catching her with a splash. Instantly she took hold of her hand and fired her across the ring towards the opposite corner and again took off behind her, diving into a handspring as she got close to Aimee and the former acrobat delivered a knee into the brunette’s head. Landing on her feet the high flyer wasted no time in going airbourne yet again, delivering a dropsault to Easter’s chest. Once more Kelly landed on her feet and this time she brought her opponent out of the corner and drove her down to the canvas with a running bulldog. Kipping up to her feet, the circus performer ran towards the ropes and yet again threw herself into a handspring, bringing a leg drop down across the back of Easter’s head as she pushed up onto her heads and knees. Rolling her over, Kelly hooked her leg once more as she made the cover.

One…

Two…

Zack: Beautiful handspring right there, but still not close enough to keep the former FFW Champion down.

Again Aimee kicked out of the pin and Kelly shook her head, pulling Aimee up from the canvas, hooking her head as she did so and with a grunt of effort she hoisted Easter up and over into a snap suplex. As they landed Kincaid took a moment before she rolled herself backwards and into the mount position where she started to deliver right and left hands into her opponent’s head. Stringer used the count to get separation between the two wrestlers forcing the blonde to roll away at four count. Once more the high flying wrestler moved quickly towards the corner climbing up to the top rope only to hear another shrill whistle and more hooting and hollering directed at her personally; looking back over her shoulder and seeing Luther Thunder on his feet and making as much noise as possible. As the big man made a title belt motion around his waist, Kincaid shook her head and turned back to the ring just in time to launch herself into a dive over her onrushing opponent.

Zack: Kelly needs to focus on her opponent, and not Luther out there making noise. Aimee is not one to take lightly.

Mai: He’s just being like all these other fans here tonight, supporting the talent. Why can’t he do it but everyone else can?

She quickly came to her feet and continued with her momentum, hitting the ropes and coming back towards Easter, leaving her feet as she attempted to land a Tornado DDT. The Serpent though spun with her only to throw her backwards and send the acrobat back first into the turnbuckles. Not wasting a moment of time, the brunette stepped forward and drove four knees deep into Kelly’s gut before taking her hand and used all her strength to fire her across the ring into the opposite corner, the acrobat hitting hard back first and stumbled forward, straight into Aimee’s clutches as she scooped her upwards and drove her down back first into her knee with a backbreaker.

Mai: Looks like Aimee’s singled out what she plans to work on in this match, and that’s Kelly’s back.

Aimee dropped down to one knee as she took a moment to clear her head after Kelly’s attack only to push upwards as Kelly started to rise. Kincaid made it to her knees and received three stiff right hands to the side of her head that stopped Kelly in her tracks. After the third blow landed the blonde managed to get to one knee while Aimee stood over her, moving around and delivered a stiff kick straight into the smaller woman’s spine causing her to arch her back. Easter brought her back to her feet with a handful of hair and shoved her chest first into the corner once more, driving a forearm into the high flyers lower back three times before she pulls her away from the turnbuckle, firing her into the ropes and caught her on the return with a spinebuster, hoisting her high into the air and drilled her downwards into the mat. The powerhouse rose to her feet quickly and brought Kelly up with her, pulling her head in between her legs before she yanked up onto her shoulders and again drove her downwards with a sit-out powerbomb that she held for the pin.

Mai: Okay, now this might be it! That hurt me to watch it!

One…

Two…

...T-

Zack: Give Kelly some massive credit, there’s not many that would have kicked out of that powerbomb courtesy of the former Poetess.

Kelly kicked out of the pinfall and again was pulled up to her feet by her opponent who caught eyes with Luther Thunder who gave her a slow handclap for her efforts in making the pinfall. This prompted Aimee to deliver a clubbing blow into Kincaid’s lower back while she was still bent double. A second clubbing blow followed, driving Kelly back to one knee and Easter locked her eyes with Thunder as she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and jerked her up and over with a gutwrench suplex. Easter gives Luther one more look as he pumps his fist in the air, joining half the crowd in getting behind her before she focuses her attention on Kelly once more, grabbing her as she got to her feet and sent her flying through air yet again with a T-bone suplex following it with a belly to belly suplex as Kelly tried to scramble to her feet. The acrobat landed by the ropes and started to pull herself upright only for Easter to deliver a kick to the gut, pulling her away from the ring ropes before she scooped her off her feet and delivered a Death Valley Driver. Once more Easter made the pin and she hooked Kelly’s leg.

Zack: Death Valley Driver, and that’ll do it!

One…

Two…

...TH-

Mai: Not just yet, Zack. Not just yet. Everyone tonight seems like they have a little more energy, because it’s fucking Unstoppable!

Kelly’s shoulder came up on a two and a half count and Aimee rolled away to her feet, heading towards the corner as the blonde former acrobat lay on her front, holding her back. As Easter scaled the turnbuckles, Kelly began to push her way up onto her knees and then onto her feet and as she turned towards Aimee the powerhouse flew and came crashing down upon her opponent with a double axe handle blow to the crown of her head. The blow caused the former TV Champion to crumple to her knees. Aimee moved quickly behind her and again looked to dominate her opponent using her power advantage and managed it as she locked in and delivered a Full Nelson bomb that saw the high flying FFW Championship hopeful roll away, holding her lower back in agony and kicking her feet.

Mai: Kelly’s back is taking a thumping, and the pace is exactly how Aimee likes it right here.

Zack: You’re right, a methodical pace suits Easter just fine. But it puts one hell of a crimp in Kelly’s plans!

Easter give a signal to the crowd as she pulled Kelly up to her feet and whipped her across the ring, setting her up for the Get Educated clothesline from Hell. Kincaid though managed to grab hold of the top rope to stop her momentum which only prompted the former FFW Champion to charge towards her looking for the clothesline...only for Kelly to low bridge her and send her over the top rope to the outside. The blonde pulled herself back up to her feet once more, looked down at her foe on the outside and without even thinking about it used the top rope to slingshot herself to the outside and into a corkscrew crossbody that sees Kelly take Easter down to the floor on the outside while her momentum causes her to crash back first into the crowd barrier once more.

Zack: Easter crashed into the barricade off nothing more than momentum when Kelly hit the corkscrew!

Mai: If Aimee had managed to avoid that, this match would have been over. None of these high flyers are going to have careers much longer than 10 years with the risks they take.

The blonde crawls away from her foe, holding her back and starts to rise up to her feet once more. As she leans against the barrier for support an arm snakes around her shoulders and starts to shake her causing her to look towards the fan only to find it’s Luther Thunder offering his enthusiastic support. She shrugs off his arm just in time to duck underneath a haymaker right hand thrown by Aimee. Spinning around behind the brunette, the New Yorker left her feet and delivered a back kick into Aimee’s spine, causing her to stumble forward catching herself right on the barrier in front of Luther. She glared at him for a moment before she turned back towards her opponent. getting a kick to the gut for her troubles. As the former FFW Champion doubled over, Kelly hooked her head into a side headlock as she spun her around and ran at the barrier, stepping up it as though running up a wall before she planted her feet against Luther’s chest, sending him sprawling backwards into his chair while slamming Easter down with sliced bread.

Mai: Now what was that for?! Are they allowed to attack fans now?!

Zack: Luther is not a fan of either of these women, and I’m sure they haven’t done anything to him that he wouldn’t them.

As Stringer’s count made it to six, Kincaid slid back underneath the bottom rope and pushed quickly up to her feet and made for the corner, climbing to the top rope quickly. As Easter pulled herself up with the barrier, Kelly launched herself into a missile dropkick that caught the powerhouse in the shoulder blades, almost over the barrier and into a meeting of the minds with Luther Thunder. Again the blonde came up to her feet only to drag her opponent away from the crowd and rolled her into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Aimee tries to push herself up to her feet as Kelly follows her into the ring and runs at the ropes, springboarding off them and catching her foe with a disaster kick to the side of Aimee’s head while she’s still only on one knee, knocking her back to the canvas. Kelly pops up to her feet and delivers a double leg drop across her foe’s chest, hooking her leg as she does so.

One…

Two…

...THR--

Mai: No dice, Kelly. This woman is all muscle, so it takes a lot more to keep her down typically.

Aimee kicked out of the cover causing Kelly to shake her head as she rose to her feet and bounced off the ropes, coming back as Easter sat up and delivered a running big boot to her face. Immediately Kelly left her feet again and this time delivered a standing five star frog splash. Kincaid hooks her leg.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: That frog splash was a thing of beauty, but it still hasn’t gotten Kelly to the result she wants here in Orlando.

Easter rolls the shoulder to break up the pin once more causing Kelly to run her hand over her face and through her hair as she beats her fist against the canvas in frustration before coming to her feet only to find Aimee already up on all fours. Kelly brought her the rest of the way to her feet and sent her into the corner. Easter hit the turnbuckles and Kelly measured her up before she took off and left her feet looking to deliver a knee to the face only for Aimee to get her feet up and drive her boots into the blonde’s face causing her to stagger backwards. As Kincaid recovers Easter comes out of the corner and drives her boot into her jaw once more with a brogue kick, her opponent hitting the mat hard and Easter drops down on top of her to make the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: Kincaid showing some great presence of mind right here, and got her foot across the rope to save herself.

Mai: Coward.

Stringer waves off the count, pointing to the acrobats foot across the rope. Easter rolls to a sitting position staring at the foot for a couple of moments pulling herself up to her feet as Kelly begins to move. The Femme For All winner brings the married woman to her feet and whips her across the ring, dropping back to the ropes herself and comes back with a huge spear; the force sending the blonde backwards across the ring almost like a ragdoll. On landing Kelly rolls to her side, holding her gut as her body spasms a couple of times. Slowly the former FFW Champion makes it to her feet while her opponent is only just making it to her knees and Aimee connects with a knee into her chest as she takes a handful of hair. Using the grip on her hair the stronger woman jerks the high flyer to her feet only to scoop her up onto her shoulder and take a couple of steps forward before planting the acrobat with an Emerald Flowsion. Once more the official makes the count, hooking the leg as she did so.

One…

Two…

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

Mai: Kelly’s like a cat, how many lives does she have? She should have lost like four times by now, Zack.

Zack: You said it yourself. This is Unstoppable, nothing less than the A+ game is brought to this show.

At the very last second Kelly Kincaid’s shoulder shot up from the mat only to drop back down unmoving. Aimee stares at the referee as she asks for the three count but only has the two count shown to her. Aimee gets up to her feet, catching sight of Luther Thunder having a good time, slapping the patron sat next to him on the back as he almost mockingly cheered the former poetess to victory. The Los Angelino looked away, back at her opponent as she started waving her upwards, stalking her as she waited for Kelly to get onto all fours and charged forward leaving her feet only for Kelly to forward roll out of the way of the curb stomp and onto her feet, instantly jumping up onto the ring ropes and springboarding backwards into a disaster kick to Easter’s head. Aimee staggered backwards in surprise and Kincaid went to the ropes to springboard once more, this time landing on her foe’s shoulders and snapped off a spiked hurricanrana. Quickly the blonde made it to her feet once again and used the ropes once more to springboard into a backflip into a moonsault that saw her crash into the rising Aimee taking her back to the mat once more. Again Kelly stood quickly and left her feet for a standing frog splash completing the Three Ring Circus. Kincaid rolled away her opponent still holding her back in agony, taking a couple of moments to recover from Aimee’s assault before she scurried back and dived back on top of Easter, weakly hooking one leg as she did so.

Mai: She’s taking too long to make the cove!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: It was that close...that close! But Aimee is showing you partof what made her a FFW Champion right here.

Aimee’s shoulder came up off the mat and the New Yorker rolled away from her, holding her back as she made it to the ropes. The younger woman started to pull herself upright, getting to her feet just a step ahead of Easter who she kicked in the gut, hooked her head and drove her down into the mat with the Clipped Wings headlock driver. Easter rolled onto her back and the woman from Coney Island fell on top of her, hooking her leg weakly once more as Stringer dove into position.

Mai: THAT’S THE DRIVER!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

Stringer called for the bell as she helped Kelly to her feet and raised her hand in victory.

Zack: Kelly landed her Clipped Wings, and Kincaid has picked up a massive victory here tonight at Unstoppable!

Anita: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall...KELLY KINCAID!!!

Mai: Aimee’s now dropped three straight, she needs to find out what’s not working in her strategy.

Kelly was still holding her back as she started to celebrate in front of the sold out Orlando crowd who were cheering her loudly. Moving towards the corner, she climbed to the middle rope and held her hand high in the air, the crowd cheering for her louder as she flung her fist into the air once more only for her to be dragged off of the ropes by Luther Thunder; the Dutchman having hopped the barrier and slid into the ring and pulled her onto his shoulders, setting her up for the Assassin’s Edge. The blonde immediately started to kick her feet and twist her body, escaping out of the man’s grip and falling to her feet behind him before she slid out of the ring and started to back up the entrance ramp, staring at him.

Mai: Hey, she has this coming! She put her feet on him earlier for no reason, she deserves that and a lot more.

Zack: Thunder should be taken out of here in handcuffs like any other fans who jump the barricade.

Mai: Well Kelly might have gotten away, but Aimee isn’t going anywhere. Go ahead, Luthie. Do your worst!

Thunder met her gaze for a couple of moments before he turned his attention back to the rising Aimee Easter. Pulling her forward he flipped her upwards onto his shoulders, taking a moment to adjust his grip before he slammed her down on the her head and shoulders with the Assassins Edge crucifix powerbomb. He stoops down to pick her up once more only for security to storm the ring, causing him to push her away to the canvas lifelessly as he hops out of the ring and begins to retreat back through the crowd with a large smile on his face.





Eileen’s Moment

Zack: It’s been one hell of a weekend for Eileen Amaro. You saw her earlier earning a shot at the Evolution Championship. But let’s take you back to last night when she was inducted into the FFW Hall of Fame.

From there, we head to the video footage.

As she was introduced and walked into the stage, it was fairly noticeable that something had happened to Eileen Amaro over the past few days as reported by multiple websites. To go alongside the stunning Alexander McQueen egg blue draped silk chiffon bustier dress with an internal bodice and concealed zip closure, there were some rather visible bruises around the exposed areas in the upper body, a face with make-up that barely managed to cover what looked to be a black eye and the most noticeable thing being the bandages wrapped around from her left shoulder all the way down to her elbow. She gave the audience watching a small smile, although her face looked like that of somebody who had seen far too much in the course of a few days.[/i]

“Thank you. Um...you know I had this speech written down, well, as much as I could write down given the whirlwind of the last few days, so…I ended up leaving those at home. Total accident, by the way, since I wanted something to refer to. But then again, that’s the story of my life, isn’t it? A complete accident when trying to get to the destination...”

Eileen shrugged her shoulders, as she got some chuckles from the crowd.

“To make it simple, I’m not here to go on about the things that got me to this point. You all know the history, you all know the reasons why I’ve been called upon to be on this stage along with two other deserving women this year. My accomplishments within the Evolution division and the fight I’ve put up to win that championship from Katherine Stryfe, the fights I survived in order to defend that championship and establish it as one of the premier titles in all of professional wrestling...it’s been an honor to do that. But there’s a part of me that feels that there’s still a lot for me to do...and that it almost felt like a completely different person back then was the one who accomplished all these things. There’s this part of me that feels like I don’t deserve it, to be honest with you all...and yet, there’s this other part of me that’s telling the first one to go chase itself and accept it. So here I am...ready and willing to accept the greatest honor that could be given to me and here to promise every single of you that I’ll keep on fighting to earn this accolade, night in and night out, win or loss...”

Some more applause and loud cheers, as Amaro stands up and blushes a little, scratching the back of her head.

“But of course, in pro wrestling, no one gets to a point like this on their own. There’s a lot of thank you’s that I need to get through, so we’ll get on that. We’ll start with the people that make this happen here in FFW: Samantha Star, Cody Kincaid, Adam Grant, Jake Chandler, Miles over at merch, Producer Sam, Ed over in the art department, all of the crew that helps put it all together...damn, you guys have made this machine run steady and continuously grow for a long time and I’m confident it’ll keep on growing with the more we keep going. Thank you so much for giving me a stage where I could show the world who I am.

I also can’t go without talking about Jeff Fury. The original and one true Tsunami. My teacher, my mentor, the man who taught me that I could make my dreams of being a professional wrestler a reality. Of course, there’s my best friends too...my Killer C, Caroline Stark gets her own sentence because she is that bitch. Then, my other main ride or die bitch in Vanessa Cade. Of course, there’s also another close friend in Leander Apollo. My surrogate uncles at this point in Chris Strike, Robert Porter III and Lyn Dallins. Close friends I’ve made in this industry over the years like Cara Stone, Wendy Briese, Fiona Riley, Andi Takata, Kaoru Asaka, Misty Whitmore, Bobby B. Barabbas, and Magdalena Lasiewicz...you are all some of the most important people in my life and I cannot thank you enough for all the love, friendship and support you have given me over these years…

And of course...one can’t forget their opponents either. Nevaeh Summers notwithstanding.”

Another wave of laughter, as the expression on Eileen Amaro’s face almost seems to scan for the woman herself.

“No, seriously, screw that her hussy, her carrier boy messenger and anybody that associates with her...anyway. So, let’s recognize people that are actually worthy of the respect that I’ve fought against over the years.

People like Colleen Chambers...Katherine Stryfe...Samara Steele...Kinsey DeCaro...Emma MacNamara...Tara Thunder…Casey Atherton...Shane Sanders...Starla McCloud...Stephanie Stefano...and last, but certainly not least...Aimee Easter. You are some of the folks who have helped define some of the greatest matches and key moments I have had in my wrestling career and for those memories, I am thankful. Even if I can’t still stand some of you...on this night? You have my thanks, because at the end of the day...it takes two to dance. And I look forward to continuing this dance…

And of course, there’s all of you here tonight and all of you watching. The people who pay to come and watch us practice our craft and love of professional wrestling. I cannot thank you all enough...from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Thank you, thank you...and thank you. I will never forget this night.”

With a nod and a face that looked on the verge of an emotional breakdown, Eileen Amaro takes a step back, nodding and signifying she’s done as she receives another set of loud applause and cheers, letting it all sink in alongside the big moment.






Unsolved Mysteries

We find Zoey once more backstage, and this time she has found a member of management. Cody Kincaid is standing next to her with a smile on his face.

Cody: Hey Zoey, I was hoping I’d get to run into you. I’m thrilled to have you here, and you’ve been doing a tremendous job as the host for Unstoppable.

Zoey: Thanks Cody… Not gonna lie though. The energy and enthusiasm of your awesome fans, here make my job easy - and the superstars have put on a show worthy of the “Unstoppable Logo” tonight. But there is just one issue I’m having with the show...

Cody: Really? What can I do to fix it?

Zoey: Well there’s this “meeting” with the board of directors that’s been sealed up like the Communist block… I tried to get in there earlier and I thought they might bring the tanks in. What’s going on tonight?

Cody: I can tell you this much. The meeting is over, the paperwork is all signed. And the rumors are true, we have signed a major star to the active roster. I’m not permitted to tell you yet who it is for a few reasons, but I will tell you that keep tuned to our programming and our official Twitter @FFW_HQ to find out the latest. And I promise you we’ll let you and eveyone know as soon as it’s ready and set.

Zoey: A major star? Damn… With the security they had, it must really be a big name… Looks like we’re all going to be glued to the FFW Twitter feed to find out who the newest superstar is

Cody: Like I said, you’ve done a great job tonight. I’ll be taking some of the staff with me to a late dinner tonight, and you’re welcome to join all of us, my treat.

Zoey: Does this mean I’ll have to put on pants?

He laughs as the cameras pan back to her short-shorts

Cody: Well, it is a pretty high-end restaurant… But you can dress however you want. I’ll make sure they don’t give you any troubles

Zoey: I’m in then!

She grins and turns back towards the camera

Zoey: Tonight has been a blast, I’d like to thank all of you from the very upper echelon of management to the people waaaaay up in the nosebleeds for having me here tonight. You’ve all been amazing… But now it’s time for the first of our two Main Events as BSX Challenges One Woman Army for the Unity Tag Championships with Felicity Banks as the special guest referee!

From there, we head a video package highlighting the backstory to this title match and return to ringside.
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After a video package highlighting the last year for both teams and including their recent meetings, we head back to the ring with a very loud crowd more than ready. Anita beams from ear to ear in the ring.

Mark: I cannot recall a Unity title match I have looked forward to more than this one right here. This is a main event all on its own, much less as part of Unstoppable 7! Zack, you ready for this?

Zack: Am I ever? Even if I wasn’t working tonight, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Take it away, Anita!

Anita: The following contest is the first half of tonight’s double main event, and it is for the FFW Unity Tag Team Championship!

"I’m relentless like you made meeeeeeeee!"

"Malevolence" by New Years Day takes over sound system, the Orlando crowd giving the worldwide champion a monstrous ovation as the lights dimmer down and gold sparklers fall down onto the stage.

There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible in the darkness, and a spotlight shines over the top of the ramp.

"If I can’t have it alllllll,
Then no one wiiiiilllllll!l"

The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out through the curtain with a smug smile on her face, her eyes just a little glossy. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and her trademark Blowpop in her mouth.  She takes a long hard look at the crowd and points to her shirt, acknowledging the pinstripes. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sleeveless ref shirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. She bows back toward them as a sign of respect before she turns her attention to the ring.

Anita: PROUDLY COMING TO US FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! THE SPECIAL REFEREE FOR THIS CONTEST… FELIIIIIICITYYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAANNKS!

After the ring announcer introduces her, Felicity walks up the steps and makes her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and sprawls her arms out to her sides, soaking in the energy from the crowd. She enters the ring and spins around in circles as the lights in the arena begin getting brighter and brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. She finally stops and moves toward one of the corners.

She climbs up to the middle rope and launches the shirt she had wrapped around he waist into the crowd. Finally, she turns herself around and plants her backside down on the top turnbuckle, sitting right where she said she would.

Mark: Felicity Banks is a mega star, as far as I’m concerned. And with her pedigree in this sport, there may be no better referee who knows what to look for her than her.

Zack: I think the One Woman Show got off on the wrong foot with her. She says she’ll be impartial, but if I’m the Show...especially Shaw, I wouldn’t push my luck.

LIGHTS OUT! After a moment, the vidLIGHTS OUT! After a moment, the video ribbon on the edge of the upper bowl has a red light, moving back and forth, and ever so often a soft, echoing, and familiar tone is heard..

Beep.... Beep...

Then the stage video boards come to life. Hey look, it's LeVar Burton wearing a hairband on his face! He sits in his chair on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise, looking over screens and pressing non-existent buttons. Aftera moment though, he looks up and does a double take at what he sees on screen. He taps his communicator.

Geordi LaForge: Bridge to captain.... we've got a possible situation you might want to check out.

Comm: What is it, Mr Laforge?

JLF: We're picking up a signal from a ship, moving way too fast, and heading right for earth.

The camera switches to Captain's Quarters. There, at his desk, with his tea, earl grey, hot, sits Jean-Luc Picard.

Picard: Do you recognize it, Mr. Laforge?

JLF: Can't say that I do, captain?

Picard: Take us to yellow alert.

WOOOOOOP. The spotlights and red light swishing back and forth lightly, all turn yellow and move faster, swirling around the crowd under the heightened state.

Picard: I'm on my way to the bridge. Don't lose sight of that ship, Mr. Laforge.

Picard heads out through the swishy doors and towards the turbolift. Back tot he bridge with Geordi.

JLF: I'll do my best, Captain. Data, how fast is that thing moving?

Data: It appears to be moving at Warp 7 and at its current speed and trajectory, if should be at Earth in about 3 minutes.

Woosh. Doors open fromt he turbolift to the bridge, and Picard steps out, immediately pointing forward.

Picard: Get it on-screen. Mr. Worf, get them on the hailing frequencies.

Onscreen, against the background of warp drive, is a simple, but fast ship, the C.S.S.BSX8B1-T.

Picard: Such strange markings... Yet I feel I've seen them before.

Data: That markings on the ship indicate that it is from the Cosmic Council.

Data pokes the console in front of him.

Picard: Cosmic Council? How does that relate to the Federation?

Data: The Cosmic Council appears to be an accord between certain planets in the Gamma Quadrant, thought their headquarters are not in the Milky Way galaxy, Captain.

Picard: Outsiders, then?

Data: Indications seem to show there are links to the Andromeda system as well.

Picard: Nonsense! Why would Gene Roddenberry make another show based off of space and make Hercules a captain?! Why have they not answered our hail?

Worf looks up from the console in the back, looking grumpy. Because he's Worf.

Worf: There seems to be some kind of interference.

Picard: Try every channel, Mr. Worf.

Picard calmly sits down in his seat, as the doors swish open again, as Commander Riker and that sneaky betazoid Deanna Troi join the captain on the bridge finally. Worf perks back up.
Worf: Captain, I'm getting a response in audio.

Picard: Play it.

"Hi! You've reached the Starblazer of Princess Andrea Mitsuko Takata of the Cosmic Council, currently up to number 19 on the royal depth chart to take over when the need arises! My hands are not available to press the button to accept, likely because I'm driving. Nobody likes a distracted driver! Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible! Thanks!"

Now Worf looks annoyed. And nobody likes a pissed off Klingon.

Worf: Should I open a channel, Captain? Or ready forward phasers?

Picard: Ready the tractor beam. Open communications, every channel!

Worf pokes more buttons.

Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Starship Enterprise. Your vessel is traveling dangerously fast through protected Federation space and we demand to know your intent, Princess!

Beepabeepbeep!

JLF: Engine sensors say they're taking it down to impluse, Captain.

Picard: Follow suit, Mr. Laforge.

The main screen on the bridge changes from the view of the outside of the ship, to the inside. Right in the cockpit too, where we can see Andi Takata 'driving', and hitting buttons. We also see Kaoru and Hitano sitting in the background, seat belts on, and holding on for dear life. They know the person steering this ship can't make toast without making fire.

Andi: I'm sorry, officer, was I speeding?

Andi looks all nice and cute and pouty for the camera. Picard is not amused.

Picard: CAPTAIN. And yes you were!

Andi: Well we're kind of in a hurry!

Kaoru: Someone just had to make a stop at Tanagra.

Andi: IT WAS WORTH IT! I got my official Darmok & Jilad 'When The Walls Fell' tour t-shirt, and I don't regret it one bit!

Facepalms. Facepalms everywhere.

Andi: I'm only speeding because I have to wrestle a match soon! It's only the biggest show of the year you know!

Picard: Wrestling?

Andi: Yeah, you know. Grappling. Catch as catch can but you can't catch me if I'm going warp 9. I do flippies, it's great! You should all come along too!

Picard looks confused for a moment, and looks back at Troi. Troi shrugs and smiles.

Troi: She's not lying, officer.

Riker chuckles to himself before they both get a look of disdain from Sir Pat Stew.

Data: Femme Fatale Wrestling Unstoppable 7. Taking place at Camping World Stadiuiu in Orlando, Florida. That is indeed on Earth, Captain. And she is listed on the show with her hostages.

Andi: Hostages? That's my partner and producer!

Picard: Well then why is one of them holding up a pad with the word HELP on it?!

Pan back to Hitano, who tries to hide the pad from Andi's view.

Andi: Listen, if you want him, you can have him. I'm sure he can find plenty to produce in space.

Picard looks to Troi again, unsure how serious the princess is. Troi just shakes her head. Both Picard and Kaoru facepalm.

Andi: So, uhhhh.... can we go? I mean I've got the proper paperwork here somewhere. Ship registration and such, I think they're in-ACK

Andi opens a small hatch above her console whichjust has stuff fall out of it. Flashlights, EZPass, 2 pairs of gloves, an emergency blanket, and who knows what else.

Picard: No! No...  I don't believe that will be neccesary. But perhaps her highness would prefer a nice.... safe... escort instead?

Andi perks back up at being called highness.

Andi: Well, I mean, how can I refuse such a request! That'd be rude. I'm a nice princess after all, and wish to represent the Council well.

Kaoru: Good job so far, Andi.

Andi: SHOOSH. Like the doors.

Andi moves her hands in front of her face like the sliding doors too.

Picard: Well, just maintain impluse drive the rest of the way and everything should be just fine.

Andi: Since you guys are gonna escort us all that way, how about coming to the show?

Picard puts a hand on his chin in thought, turning to Riker.

Picard: What do you think, Number One?

Riker: The crew could use a distraction for a few hours. What about you, Worf?

Worf: I have no problems watching humans beat each other up for sport.

Picard: Well then, make it so, number one. Let us fill the Citrus Bowl. Good luck, Princess... and... stay where we can see you.

Andi: Yes, Captain.

The video from the BSX ship cuts off, leaving just a view of space in the background.

Picard: Mr. Laforge.... set a course for Orlando.

JLF: With pleasure, Captain.

And now, Picard gets his closeup.... wait for it...... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait foooooooooooooor eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet........

*point.*

Picard: ENGAGE.

Lights out again! Then, spotlights on. They shine down upon the sides of the massive stage, and show the University of Central Florida Marching Band, and on the other side the UCF Orchestra, which gets a fast pop from the Orlando crowd in attendance.... And another light has come on in the ring, blue and wavy as it is for a few moments, almost as if the person standing in it was transported there. Once that light is changed out for the proper spotlight, we can see that it is none other than Sir Patrick Stewart with a microphone, and the hum of horns begins. The video boards come back to life, the main stage floating through galaxies while the ribbon boards show stars flying by...

Patrick Stewart: Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the Burning Star Express.

A very 8-bit ship flies into view over the very 3D outer space...

Patrick Stewart: Their continuing mission, to explore strange new rings. To seek out new titles and new competition.

The ship seems to stall out somewhere near the center, but only to very clearly charge up the engines, as they start to glow, and the ship shakes along with the fans in the arena in anticipation!

Patrick Stewart: To boldly go where no team has gone before!

The horns hit climax and BOOM! Loud explosion on stage! The 8-bit ship's engine's fire and takes off in a  blast of white light the spreads over everything! After you get over your temporary blindness, appearing on the stage, standing back to back in full Starfleet uniform, are both members of the BSX! STAY ON THOSE HORNS! DAH.... DAH DAH DAH... DAH DAH DAAAAAAH.... Andi hops up and down on the stage in the 'Science Blue' uniform, waving her arms at the massive audience, while Kaoru seems to take in the massive atmosphere in her 'Operations Gold' uni. Big mortars fire up in the sky and shower the sky in blue and gold umbrellas of fire!

Patrick Stewart: It is my distinct pleasure and privilege to introduce to you the two young women on their way to the ring.

[And yes, they start heading that way. Kaoru does anyway, taking her time in the runway. Andi however starts pointing and motioning to fans to get ready for her to come by.]

Patrick Stewart: First. Her majesty. Performing artist, cosmic princess, intergalactic idol and champion wrestler.  She hails, from somewhere outside the Gamma Quadrant, but currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada... She is also my favorite alien! The Lucky Star! Andi! Takata!

Andi takes off running, slapping hands with everyone along the way as she runs herself completely down the runway, around ringside, and will eventually make her way back up to cover everyone. Kaoru continues to take her time getting down to the ring, a huge smile on her face.

Patrick Stewart: And her partner. She is a woman of class, of grace, and of brutality worthy of a Klingon warrior. Her calm has burned away, and her rage blazes on with the heat of a thousand suns, set to explode here tonight! Hailing from the Akasaka ward in Tokyo, Japan, but also currently residing at Star House West in Las Vegas, Nevada.... She is the Nuclear Explosion that powers the team... Atomic! Kaoru! Asaka!

On cue, Kaoru hops up onto the apron, throwing her fist up in the air for the massive crowd.

Patrick Stewart: Together, this tandem has formed to become the Greatest Team in the entire Cosmos! They are! YOUR! Burning! Star! Express!

And as they both ascend the turnbuckles for their moment of team recognition, a large 'Burning Star' with motion trails is set 'on fire', which the crowd loves for the 10 seconds the blaze is going. Both women get down from the turnbuckles and immediately go to Patrick Stewart and do the 'We're Not Worthy' bow, before smiles and hugs are shared. With that, Sir Patrick Stewart leaves the ring, as the intergalactic challengers await the 428-day champions...
eo ribbon on the edge of the upper bowl has a red light, moving back and forth, and ever so often a soft, echoing, and familiar tone is heard..

Beep.... Beep...

Then the stage video boards come to life. Hey look, it's LeVar Burton wearing a hairband on his face! He sits in his chair on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise, looking over screens and pressing non-existent buttons. Aftera moment though, he looks up and does a double take at what he sees on screen. He taps his communicator.

Geordi LaForge: Bridge to captain.... we've got a possible situation you might want to check out.

Comm: What is it, Mr Laforge?

JLF: We're picking up a signal from a ship, moving way too fast, and heading right for earth.

The camera switches to Captain's Quarters. There, at his desk, with his tea, earl grey, hot, sits Jean-Luc Picard.

Picard: Do you recognize it, Mr. Laforge?

JLF: Can't say that I do, captain?

Picard: Take us to yellow alert.

WOOOOOOP. The spotlights and red light swishing back and forth lightly, all turn yellow and move faster, swirling around the crowd under the heightened state.

Picard: I'm on my way to the bridge. Don't lose sight of that ship, Mr. Laforge.

Picard heads out through the swishy doors and towards the turbolift. Back tot he bridge with Geordi.

JLF: I'll do my best, Captain. Data, how fast is that thing moving?

Data: It appears to be moving at Warp 7 and at its current speed and trajectory, if should be at Earth in about 3 minutes.

Woosh. Doors open fromt he turbolift to the bridge, and Picard steps out, immediately pointing forward.

Picard: Get it on-screen. Mr. Worf, get them on the hailing frequencies.

Onscreen, against the background of warp drive, is a simple, but fast ship, the C.S.S.BSX8B1-T.

Picard: Such strange markings... Yet I feel I've seen them before.

Data: That markings on the ship indicate that it is from the Cosmic Council.

Data pokes the console in front of him.

Picard: Cosmic Council? How does that relate to the Federation?

Data: The Cosmic Council appears to be an accord between certain planets in the Gamma Quadrant, thought their headquarters are not in the Milky Way galaxy, Captain.

Picard: Outsiders, then?

Data: Indications seem to show there are links to the Andromeda system as well.

Picard: Nonsense! Why would Gene Roddenberry make another show based off of space and make Hercules a captain?! Why have they not answered our hail?

Worf looks up from the console in the back, looking grumpy. Because he's Worf.

Worf: There seems to be some kind of interference.

Picard: Try every channel, Mr. Worf.

Picard calmly sits down in his seat, as the doors swish open again, as Commander Riker and that sneaky betazoid Deanna Troi join the captain on the bridge finally. Worf perks back up.
Worf: Captain, I'm getting a response in audio.

Picard: Play it.

"Hi! You've reached the Starblazer of Princess Andrea Mitsuko Takata of the Cosmic Council, currently up to number 19 on the royal depth chart to take over when the need arises! My hands are not available to press the button to accept, likely because I'm driving. Nobody likes a distracted driver! Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible! Thanks!"

Now Worf looks annoyed. And nobody likes a pissed off Klingon.

Worf: Should I open a channel, Captain? Or ready forward phasers?

Picard: Ready the tractor beam. Open communications, every channel!

Worf pokes more buttons.

Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Starship Enterprise. Your vessel is traveling dangerously fast through protected Federation space and we demand to know your intent, Princess!

Beepabeepbeep!

JLF: Engine sensors say they're taking it down to impluse, Captain.

Picard: Follow suit, Mr. Laforge.

The main screen on the bridge changes from the view of the outside of the ship, to the inside. Right in the cockpit too, where we can see Andi Takata 'driving', and hitting buttons. We also see Kaoru and Hitano sitting in the background, seat belts on, and holding on for dear life. They know the person steering this ship can't make toast without making fire.

Andi: I'm sorry, officer, was I speeding?

Andi looks all nice and cute and pouty for the camera. Picard is not amused.

Picard: CAPTAIN. And yes you were!

Andi: Well we're kind of in a hurry!

Kaoru: Someone just had to make a stop at Tanagra.

Andi: IT WAS WORTH IT! I got my official Darmok & Jilad 'When The Walls Fell' tour t-shirt, and I don't regret it one bit!

Facepalms. Facepalms everywhere.

Andi: I'm only speeding because I have to wrestle a match soon! It's only the biggest show of the year you know!

Picard: Wrestling?

Andi: Yeah, you know. Grappling. Catch as catch can but you can't catch me if I'm going warp 9. I do flippies, it's great! You should all come along too!

Picard looks confused for a moment, and looks back at Troi. Troi shrugs and smiles.

Troi: She's not lying, officer.

Riker chuckles to himself before they both get a look of disdain from Sir Pat Stew.

Data: Femme Fatale Wrestling Unstoppable 7. Taking place at Camping World Stadiuiu in Orlando, Florida. That is indeed on Earth, Captain. And she is listed on the show with her hostages.

Andi: Hostages? That's my partner and producer!

Picard: Well then why is one of them holding up a pad with the word HELP on it?!

Pan back to Hitano, who tries to hide the pad from Andi's view.

Andi: Listen, if you want him, you can have him. I'm sure he can find plenty to produce in space.

Picard looks to Troi again, unsure how serious the princess is. Troi just shakes her head. Both Picard and Kaoru facepalm.

Andi: So, uhhhh.... can we go? I mean I've got the proper paperwork here somewhere. Ship registration and such, I think they're in-ACK

Andi opens a small hatch above her console whichjust has stuff fall out of it. Flashlights, EZPass, 2 pairs of gloves, an emergency blanket, and who knows what else.

Picard: No! No...  I don't believe that will be neccesary. But perhaps her highness would prefer a nice.... safe... escort instead?

Andi perks back up at being called highness.

Andi: Well, I mean, how can I refuse such a request! That'd be rude. I'm a nice princess after all, and wish to represent the Council well.

Kaoru: Good job so far, Andi.

Andi: SHOOSH. Like the doors.

Andi moves her hands in front of her face like the sliding doors too.

Picard: Well, just maintain impluse drive the rest of the way and everything should be just fine.

Andi: Since you guys are gonna escort us all that way, how about coming to the show?

Picard puts a hand on his chin in thought, turning to Riker.

Picard: What do you think, Number One?

Riker: The crew could use a distraction for a few hours. What about you, Worf?

Worf: I have no problems watching humans beat each other up for sport.

Picard: Well then, make it so, number one. Let us fill the Citrus Bowl. Good luck, Princess... and... stay where we can see you.

Andi: Yes, Captain.

The video from the BSX ship cuts off, leaving just a view of space in the background.

Picard: Mr. Laforge.... set a course for Orlando.

JLF: With pleasure, Captain.

And now, Picard gets his closeup.... wait for it...... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait foooooooooooooor eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet........

*point.*

Picard: ENGAGE.

Lights out again! Then, spotlights on. They shine down upon the sides of the massive stage, and show the University of Central Florida Marching Band, and on the other side the UCF Orchestra, which gets a fast pop from the Orlando crowd in attendance.... And another light has come on in the ring, blue and wavy as it is for a few moments, almost as if the person standing in it was transported there. Once that light is changed out for the proper spotlight, we can see that it is none other than Sir Patrick Stewart with a microphone, and the hum of horns begins. The video boards come back to life, the main stage floating through galaxies while the ribbon boards show stars flying by...

Patrick Stewart: Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the Burning Star Express.

A very 8-bit ship flies into view over the very 3D outer space...

Patrick Stewart: Their continuing mission, to explore strange new rings. To seek out new titles and new competition.

The ship seems to stall out somewhere near the center, but only to very clearly charge up the engines, as they start to glow, and the ship shakes along with the fans in the arena in anticipation!

Patrick Stewart: To boldly go where no team has gone before!

The horns hit climax and BOOM! Loud explosion on stage! The 8-bit ship's engine's fire and takes off in a  blast of white light the spreads over everything! After you get over your temporary blindness, appearing on the stage, standing back to back in full Starfleet uniform, are both members of the BSX! STAY ON THOSE HORNS! DAH.... DAH DAH DAH... DAH DAH DAAAAAAH.... Andi hops up and down on the stage in the 'Science Blue' uniform, waving her arms at the massive audience, while Kaoru seems to take in the massive atmosphere in her 'Operations Gold' uni. Big mortars fire up in the sky and shower the sky in blue and gold umbrellas of fire!

Patrick Stewart: It is my distinct pleasure and privilege to introduce to you the two young women on their way to the ring.

[And yes, they start heading that way. Kaoru does anyway, taking her time in the runway. Andi however starts pointing and motioning to fans to get ready for her to come by.]

Patrick Stewart: First. Her majesty. Performing artist, cosmic princess, intergalactic idol and champion wrestler.  She hails, from somewhere outside the Gamma Quadrant, but currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada... She is also my favorite alien! The Lucky Star! Andi! Takata!

Andi takes off running, slapping hands with everyone along the way as she runs herself completely down the runway, around ringside, and will eventually make her way back up to cover everyone. Kaoru continues to take her time getting down to the ring, a huge smile on her face.

Patrick Stewart: And her partner. She is a woman of class, of grace, and of brutality worthy of a Klingon warrior. Her calm has burned away, and her rage blazes on with the heat of a thousand suns, set to explode here tonight! Hailing from the Akasaka ward in Tokyo, Japan, but also currently residing at Star House West in Las Vegas, Nevada.... She is the Nuclear Explosion that powers the team... Atomic! Kaoru! Asaka!

On cue, Kaoru hops up onto the apron, throwing her fist up in the air for the massive crowd.

Patrick Stewart: Together, this tandem has formed to become the Greatest Team in the entire Cosmos! They are! YOUR! Burning! Star! Express!

And as they both ascend the turnbuckles for their moment of team recognition, a large 'Burning Star' with motion trails is set 'on fire', which the crowd loves for the 10 seconds the blaze is going. Both women get down from the turnbuckles and immediately go to Patrick Stewart and do the 'We're Not Worthy' bow, before smiles and hugs are shared. With that, Sir Patrick Stewart leaves the ring, as the intergalactic challengers await the 428-day champions...

Zack: ………...So I know where the majority of the production budget went tonight! The cast of the Next Generation even came out to help bring the #1 contenders to the Unity titles to the ring. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.

Mark: Leave it to the BSX. And while that was entertaining, it’s about time to get down to business. Now if the champs have the DS9 crew, we could have a battle royal. Even Felicity didn’t see this coming!

Fireworks shoot into the sky forming the numbers 427 as the stadium lights dim around the entrance. “Out of the Frying Pan (and Into the Fire)” by Meat Loaf begins to play before golden sparks rain from the top of the stage down as two figures are raised up through the stage. The fans in Orlando give very little support as they see Shaw & Charlotte emerge, in matching black and red shark tooth ring gear. The girls raise their Unity titles high overhead, clinking them together like glasses before they cast an unimpressed look towards their challengers in the ring.

Anita: And their opponents at total combined weight of 299 lbs., they are the longest reigning champion in FFW history! They are the defending FFW Unity Tag Team Champions….CHARLOTTE HARKER….SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL….the ONE WOMAN SHOW!!

The boos only get louder as the girls reach the ring before they walk face to face with both members of the BSX and raise their titles high overhead again. A little trash talking already begins as the teams stare at one another before the champions are ushered back to their own corner before the match begins.

Mark: For 427 days as it’s written in the night sky here in Orlando, these two women have dominated the Unity ranks like none before them. And quite possibly none that will follow!

Zack: This is the greatest tag team in FFW history. No one has even come close to doing what they have done, but I believe in the BSX. If anyone can do it, it’s them!

Felicity checks all four women for anything illegal before she takes the Unity Championship titles from the Show and holds them high in the air. As she does that and hands them off to Anita before she exits, the face-off resumes as the BSX and the Show go eye to eye and nose to nose. The fans in the stadium are already on their feet as the trash talking resumes all over again. Both teams glance over to Felicity, who gives them the hand signal to go. And without another second wasted, that’s exactly what hey do as both teams begin to trade blows at each other. Andi and Shaw began firing vicious right hands at one another’s heads as Kaoru ducked a right from Charlotte, surprising her when she turned with a severe chop across the chest that stunned Harker backwards. Kaoru fired in three more before she whipped her across for the ride, rebounded off the far side with a big flying shoulder tackle that drove her back a few more steps. Asaka hopped to her feet, and resumed chopping the powerhouse repeatedly, backing her into the ropes before a standing dropkick sent her over the top rope to the floor. The crowd responded very well to that as Asaka joined Andi, whipping Shaw into the BSX corner and beginning to unleash chops one after another faster and faster before they both utilized a double suplex to bring her down to the canvas.

Mark: Banks is letting them go, and the BSX are cleaning house already! You could hear the smack of those machine gun chops courtesy of the challengers!

Zack: Andi’s in the corner, and Shaw’s all alone with a woman she knows all too well after their previous encounter. Kaoru threw that woman around like a sack of garbage the last time they met!

Shaw started to get to her feet, clutching her chest as Kaoru snapped her arms around her waist and gave her a flashback to a few weeks ago with a big release German suplex. Shaw landed on the back of her with Asaka right on top of her, using pure power to heave her up around the waist again and send her flying once more with another German suplex. O’Neill climbed back to her feet, looking to se eher partner finally getting to their corner. And as she reached towards her, Kaoru spun her around and sent her flying in the other direction with an exploder suplex. The brunette tried to get up again, but this time Kaoru used an atomic drop to send her staggering into the BSX corner where Andi dropped a bionic elbow to the top of her head. Shaw stumbled back, ate another from Kaoru, and bounced back and forth between them as she absorbed six bionic elbows before she faceplanted herself on the canvas after taking a couple steps.

Zack: Like a ping pong ball, Mark! Shaw’s head is getting hammered like a railroad spike, and gravity finally took over from there!

Mark: I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take that many elbows to the head in succession. And Shaw may not remember it after this match is over herself.

Kaoru tagged Andi into the ring before she pulled Shaw up, holding her arms behind her for the alien. Andi grabbed her head, and delivered a jawbreaker to drop her to the canvas as Kaoru went to the apron. Takata measured and dropped several elbows to her chest before she picked her back up, and shoved her back into her own team’s corner.  She tagged in Kaoru again before they whipped her across to the far side. And as she rebounded, a double dropkick sent Shaw back to the canvas before Andi rolled out of the ring to go back to her corner. Charlotte yelled at Banks for double teaming as Kaoru left her feet with a double leg drop across Shaw’s chest

Zack: I gotta tell you I didn’t foresee the BSX being this dominant so early in the match. Not to take anything away from the champions, but they have had no answer to any of this.

Mark: Far as I’m concerned, you got two of the best tag teams in the world in the ring right now. But you are right, the Show hasn’t gotten out of the blocks at all here.

Kaoru headed back to her corner, tagging in Andi. Both of them grabbed the top rope on opposite sides before Asaka used it like a slingshot to send Andi flying into the ring with a senton onto Shaw. Takata hooked the far leg for the cover as Felicity fell to make the count.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOO!!

Shaw kicked out at two as Andi got back to her feet, Felicity showed the crowd and Andi just two fingers as she also got back up.

Mark: A slingshot senton, courtesy of the BSX. Their chemistry tonight is just outstanding, and they have done a great job of isolating Shaw and making quick tags.

Andi delivered a double knee drop into Shaw’s chest before she headed back to her corenr. She quickly climbed up to the top rope as Kaoru ducked into the ring for a moment and launched her partner onto Shaw. But the brunette got her knees up as Andi landed across them. Banks told Kaoru to get back to her corner as Takata clutched her ribs in pain on the canvas.

Zack: The BSX went for a rocket launcher right there, but talk about a bad landing! Right across Shaw’s knees, not the target that Andi had in mind. This could be a turning point right here!

As Andi held her ribs, Shaw began to try to get back up again. The brunette was more than a little wobbly as she did, while Andi was up not too long after her. Takata went to grab her, but Shaw caught her with a backfist to her ribs that stopped her in her tracks. It doubled her over as Shaw picked her up and delivered a stomach breaker across her knee that folded Takata up on the canvas all over again. The Unity Champion took another moment to try to gather herself before she moved around behind her, planting her knee into Andi’s back and yanking back on her arms to drive it in further.

Mark: Shaw with a super smart strategy here, especially after all the abuse she’s taken. This will do more damage to Andi’s already hurt ribs, and give the Quebec native a chance to collect her marbles.

Zack: That ill-timed rocket launched opened a huge door for the Show to walk through. But if I’m Shaw after all I took out there, I think I’d go for a tag personally.

Andi’s face was grimaced in pain as Shaw pulled back further on her arms. Banks asked her if she wanted to submit, but the challenger shook her head. This didn’t sit well with Shaw as she stood up a moment to drive her knee into her back again and again before she sat on the canvas and planted her foot in place of where her knee was. This only made the hold more punishing as Andi’s face showed it. Shaw leaned back, now pressing both feet against her back while she jerked her arms behind her.

Mark: Andi’s body is gonna look like one of those MAD Magazine fold-ins before this is over. Look at all the pressure Shaw’s trying to put on her back here. Trying and succeeding, I might add!

Zack: The longer she stays in this, the worse it’s going to get for Andi. Plus on the flip side, Shaw’s had enough time to get her marbles back together. Banks keeps checking though.

Andi refused to quit though, and Shaw finally let go of the hold. She put the boots to Andi’s back for a moment before she went for the tag. O’Neill doubled back to grab Andi’s legs as Charlotte got into the ring. And with a catapult, she sent Andy sailing into a big boot from Charlotte that dropped her to the canvas again. As Shaw left, Charlotte pulled Andi up into a front carry and dropped her across her knee. She wouldn’t let her fall though as she stood back up, and did it again and a third time before lobbing her with ease with a fallaway slam.

Zack: That’s what Charlotte brings to the table, pure power. And with Andi’s back in the condition it’s in, this is like shooting fish in a barrel for her.

Mark: Andi is definitely being punished here, and notice how the champions are keeping her on their half of the ring. They don’t want any chance that she can get to Kaoru on the other side.

Kaoru began to pound the turnbuckle, trying to rally the fans as they got louder in support of Andi. The alien princess began to try to get to her feet, only for Charlotte to shove her into the corner chest first. She quickly lowered her shoulder before she could turn around, and began to drive shoulder thrusts into her lower back and ribs. Each shot made Andi grunt in pain, five in a row before Harker spun her around and went for a fisherman’s suplex into a bridging pin attempt. Banks slid right into position to count.

Zack: Fisherman’s suplex into a bridge, Charlotte’s got Andi here!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Andi kicked out after the two as Charlotte got back to her feet, shaking her head as she pulled her back up. She hoisted Andi over one shoulder into a backbreaker position with Takata hanging in place looking up at the dark Orlando sky.

Mark: A modified backbreaker right here. Space princess or not, your back doesn’t bend that way, folks. And with all the damage that’s been done, it’s getting that much worse for her now.

The crowd in Orlando began to get louder still as they tried to will Andi on, but the blue-haired princess was clearly in a lot of pain. Harker held her in place, starting to bounce up and down on her shoulder to intensify the agony. Takata’s face darkened as she continued to suffer before she began to kick her legs behind Charlotte’s back. The powerhouse was losing her grip as Andi continued to kick her feet, trying to knock off her balance. She finally made it happen, sliding to her feet behind her. And when Charlotte turned to grab her, Andi left her feet with a Pele kick to the top of her head. And both women collapsed to the mat.

Mark: That’d have been a goal in the Premiere League, but tonight it may have saved Andi’s bacon in this match. And you can hear this crowd, imploring Andi to get up and make the tag.

Zack: She needs one desperately too. Kaoru’s on the apron, and nearly doubled over the top rope trying to reach her!

Andi looked up and around, locating her partner and beginning to crawl towards her. Shaw screamed at Charlotte to get up and stop her as the powerhouse clutched the top of her head where the Pele kick landed. Andi crawled  hand over hand, trying to make it to the corner before Charlotte grabbed one of her feet finally. Both women began to rise up with Harker still holding her leg, at least until Andi countered into an enzuigiri to the back of her head that sent them both back to the mat.

Zack: Two massive kicks right to the dome, and Andi’s closer than ever to her corner! Charlotte’s had her running lights dimmed here!

Mark: Nearly 70,000 people here at the Citrus Bowl are begging Andi, pleading with her to make the tag! She’s gotta do it, Zack! She can’t take much more of this, no one could!

Charlotte finally sat up, holding her head as she got to her feet. Shaw screamed at her to turn around. And as she did, Andi lunged into her corner and made the tag to Kaoru. The live crowd roared in approval as Asaka hit the ring, peppering the powerhouse with rights and lefts before unleashing a series of knife edge chops across her chest. Harker’s upper body reddened quickly as Asaka unloaded with the chops. Kaoru caught her with a superkick to the chin that staggered her, only for Andi to get back up and catch her with another back into Kaoru for another and back to Andi for another before finally both of them hit one in stereo that dropped that powerhouse!

Zack: It’s a SUPERKICK PARTY in Orlando, and Charlotte’s the guest of honor! Good Lord, I’ve never seen anyone take so many at once! Kaoru’s got the cover!

As Andi rolled out of the ring to recoup, Kaoru dropped down to make the cover before Banks slid into position to count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!!

Kaoru was dragged off the cover by her feet by Shaw before Banks got to her feet, and told the brunette to leave the ring. Asaka got back to her feet, turning around as Shaw ignored Banks and went for a haymaker aimed at Kaoru’s head. Asaka blocked it and fired an uppercut into her chin that sent her backwards. The challenger took off towards the ropes, using the middle rope for a springboard into a moonsault across Charlotte before she hooked the leg again!

Mark: Asaka with that springboard, and we got another cover! I think Harker’s out cold!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!!

Asaka was yanked off the cover again by Shaw, causing Banks to get back to her feet and get in her face, telling Shaw to get back to her corner. O’Neill shoved her, and Banks returned the favor by shoving Shaw on her backside.

Zack: Oh, I was waiting on this right here! These two nearly came to blows at Velocity a few weeks ago!

Mark: I wouldn’t mess with her, Shaw! Banks will drop her in a second, Shaw is biting off more than she can chew!

Shaw got back to her feet, getting nose to nose with Felicity now as Banks was steady talking to her and telling her she was about to make a very bad decision. The fans in the Citrus Bowl were roaring!

Mark: Listen to this, these people are on their feet and they’re begging Shaw to jump! And I think Banks is telling her that too!

Shaw held her hands up, starting to back off as Banks glared at her. Meanwhile, Charlotte was starting to get up again, only to get whipped back into the corner by both of the BSX who began to take turns with running corner yakuza kicks onto Harker! Andi rolled out when Banks saw her, just as Shaw was about to nail the referee from behind. Kaoru stopped her with a running clothesline that sent Shaw through the ropes to the floor.

Zack: Shaw was gonna take a shot at Banks, if it wasn’t for Kaoru! But she’s on the floor, and Charlotte is in HUGE trouble right here!

Mark: Interstellar Death Array, and Harker’s done!

Kaoru made the tag to her partner after dragging Charlotte out of the corner. Both women climbed to adjacent turnbuckles. Kaoru landed a perfect moonsault as Andi followed that with the shooting star press into a cover! The fans erupted as Banks slid into position!

Zack: SPACE JAM!! NEW CHAMPIONS!!

Mark: NOBODY GETS UP FROM THAT!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-DING DING!!

Andi got to her feet, thrusting her hands in the air in victory as Felicity looked around and shook her head. She glanced back to the timekeeper’s table, and saw Shaw with the bell hammer where she had rang the bell!

Mark: Shaw rang the bell, Banks didn’t make it to three before Shaw rang the bell! Andi thinks she’s won!

Zack: Felicity’s telling the timekeeper the match isn’t over, someone tell Andi! She heard the bell!!

Kaoru came into the ring as Felicity pulled Andi’s hand down, shaking her head and pointing out that Shaw rang the bell and she never finished the count. It was obvious that Takata was disappointed as Kaoru shook her head, heading back to her team’s corner. Shaw darted back into the ring, spinning Andi around and kicking her in the gut before delivering her flip piledriver finisher!

Mark: O’NEILL OBLIVION!! Shaw’s not the legal woman, and she’s getting out of Dodge before Banks gets to her!

Charlotte crawled across, and made the cover before Felicity dove into position to make the count.

Zack: They are gonna win it anyway!! Andi’s out cold, the Show are gonna retain!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!!!

Andi’s shoulder came up as the fans were thunderous now, jubilant at what they just saw. Charlotte looked up to see Banks holding up two fingers, causing the powerhouse to sit up on her knees and try to pull herself together.

Mark: Where the hell did Andi pull that out of?! We may never know, but this Unity title match WILL continue!

Harker started back to her feet, fairly dazed still as she pulled Andi up into position for her side slam neckbreaker. She heard someone shout her name, and when she looked around, Kaoru came off the top rope with a missile dropkick to her face! Andi collapsed on top of her as Asaka barreled towards Shaw as she was coming back into the ring!

Zack: RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!! Kaoru’s got Shaw tied up, the BSX are about to make history! Count it down, Felicity!

She did just as Zack suggested, even though she didn’t hear him.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Zack: I don’t believe it!

The Orlando crowd exploded in unison as Banks called for the bell with a big smile on her face. Andi sat up with a dazed expression, looking up to the referee as Kaoru joined her partner in the ring before Felicity raised both their hands.

Anita: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match…..AND NEW FFW Unity Champions….THE BURNING STAR EXPRESS!!!!

Mark: Orlando has erupted, and the reign of the One Woman Show has ended! History has been made! Listen to this place! The Citrus Bowl is shaking!!

As Banks handed Kaoru and Andi the Unity titles, fireworks erupted into the sky above with the crowd at a deafening level. Shaw looked dumbstruck as she stared at her partner in the ring, jaw agape as Charlotte began to stir. The new champions embraced each other, and took their titles to opposite corners and talking back to the crowd!

Mark: It began to feel like it might never end, like the One Woman Show may just retire with those titles. But all it took was a team that’s out of this world to do it! The BSX have ended 427 days of a historic Unity reign. The BSX are the first team to have won both the Tornado & Unity titles in FFW! THE BSX HAVE MADE HISTORY….AGAIN!

Zack: I couldn’t have said it better! And what a night to do it right here in front of almost 70,000 fans who couldn’t be happier about it! Congratulations, girls!

Andi made a running leap into Kaoru’s arms, giving her a face hug before Asaka made her get down while the pair raised their titles aloft in jubilation.

Mark: This is a moment, and I’m glad I was here for it! The Burning Star Express are on top of the mountain, and LONG may they reign!

With the live crowd still rumbling with enthusiasm over the victory, we head to a commercial for Sin & Sacrifice.
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A Wandering Sofia

Wrestling journalists and enthusiasts alike had taken note of the impression Femme Fatale Wrestling had spent all night leaving on the hearts and minds of wrestling fans all over the world!

From top to bottom every last competitor had given their all to showcase exactly why they deserved their place in history.

Every athlete listed on the Unstoppable 7 card would be remembered forever by the people of Orlando, Florida who took their families, their children, their wives, husbands, or even pets out to witness a classic chronicle in the Citrus Bowl.

In the case of Sofia King, who had already ran into the lovely FFW Championship #1 Contender Nevaeh Summers - she had every intention of following in the fans footsteps of absorbing the iconic moments occurring in the venue.

…..In a very Sofia type of way.

Sofia King: Guau!

The New York Doll blurted out as she stood outside of a black Femme Fatale Wrestling production truck (a bold pink FFW logo plastered on the side).

Sofia King: Que es esto? Este camiiiiiion es mas grandioso que toooodooo….

Sofia said to herself. The young woman - without permission - opened the door to the production truck. She walked right inside of it.

Production Crew Male: Hey! You aren't supposed to be in here! We’re doing very important work!

That they were, in just a few moments the FFW Championship match between Killer C and Nevaeh would be taking place. This production truck is the place where all of the magic, all of the music, all of the fireworks, and just about everything under the sun was coordinated.

Sofia was in complete awe of what she was seeing. A different side of the business. A blonde woman sitting in a chair snapped Sofia out of her daze.

Production Crew Female: Did you hear him, ma’am?

Sofia King: YA! Ya se….I..Took a wrong turn. But it looks like-

Sofia lied but she's cut off by the blonde.

Production Crew Female: You clearly see do not enter on the side of the truck. Are you trying to ruin this show? A LOT of money is on the line here.

The clearing voice of another person arrived behind Sofia with a hand gently placed on her shoulder. That would be the Director of Future Shock Adam Grant.

Adam: She’s fine, let’s treat her a little better. Sofia, why don’t we get out of their way and you can watch the rest of the show with me in my office? How does that sound?

A smile grew over the face of Sofia. Anything was better than jail (again).

Sofia King: Bueno….Vamos.

Sofia said - stepping towards the door of the truck.

Sofia King: Estas bien, no?

Sofia asked Adam as he stepped towards the door with her.

Sofia King: Esta noche? BIG. I've seen few things like it. People are calling this thingy a success already and the main event didn't happen yet, parcero!

Adam and Sofia closed the door to the production truck.

Sofia King: Must feel good being apart of this for the people at the helm and the luchadores, ay?

Adam: Of course, biggest night of the year for us. But hey, the upshot to all of that, as if it was needed, is I get to hang out with you. Plus I think someone you know is here, saw her talking with management. Do you know Ashley Sullivan?

For a brief moment the smile on Sofia’s face was wiped away. King forced it back on - following that with a slight nod at the mention of a fellow name from a familiar promotion.

Sofia King: Como no? Obvio...We have a few mutual….Things you can say.

Sofia said. She folded her arms and began tapping her foot straight on to the ground rapidly.

Sofia King: Tee-bee-hache, why do you ask?

Adam: Like I said, I saw her talking with some of management. I don’t know the circumstances, but I thought you two knew each other. But besides that, remember me telling you I had a surprise for you?

The mention of Ashley Sullivan seemed to agitate Sofia a tad bit (maybe a lot more than she would like to admit). But her attention was quickly drawn away from that distressing (for her) topic.

Sofia King: P-P-Por supuessssto, of course I remember. Who doesn't like a surprise?

King asked with quite a bit of enthusiasm.  

Sofia King: Damelo..

She said. Smiling wide in anticipation. Arms out stretched. Adam reached into his jacket pocket, producing a box before placing it into her hand.

Adam: I got you a new game to play. I got you Final Fantasy 8 last time I saw you, so I thought maybe you would like this one. It’s called Mister Mosquito for the PlayStation. It’s your job to suck blood from a family without getting killed by them in the process.

A sound escaped Sofia as she examined the box - more of a moan of excitement if anything.

Sofia King: Sabes que….You’ve been really kind to me since I came around Femme Fatale.

Sofia said.

Sofia King: Lord knows I don't deserve it but I appreciate it greatly, Adam. I'm humbled by the way I've been received as a whole. Pero, question for you. One you can answer on the way back to the office.

King added.

Sofia King: Have you ever wanted to get in the ring? Answer that and you can ask me any question. Anything you want to know about me.

Sofia proceeded to walk in the direction of Adam’s office.

Adam: Never once in life. I like my job, wouldn’t change it for that at all.

Sofia patted the back of her friend softly.

Sofia King: Que bueeeno, no regrets? We need more people like that around.

Adam and Sofia began to drift off further and further away from the camera - leaving the audience to wonder exactly what Adam would want to ask the new Femme Fatale.

However...Their curious nature would have to be halted for the moment. Their questions would have to be answered at a later time.

The FFW Championship was to be decided…

Unstoppable 7. The main event The Mecha. Everything every lady dreams of when they put pen to paper in this promotion. Next!


A Killer in The Hall

Zack: And fitting right before she’s about to defend her FFW Championship, let’s take you back to last night and show you Caroline Stark’s induction into the Hall of Fame.

The show cuts to the footage from there.

The FFW Champion walked onto stage in a long black dress, in heels as with her hair done up in an elegant bun as she makes it to the podium and holds up a number of cue cards in hand as she gets there. She looks out to the crowd and smiles before looking down at the cue cards... Before nudging a waste basket in view from behind the podium and tossing the cards.

Caroline: Yeah, I think going off the script will be better.

C grins slightly through the tittering and slight laughter of the crowd.

Caroline: My grandfather was one of the first, if not the first Caribbean wrestler to rise to prominence in America. King Niah. He wasn’t a big star, unfortunately but he is at least well known in the history books. My dad and my uncle. Jay Dallins and Lou Dallins... The Dallins Gang, they made their prominent marks in the 80’s as one of the most entertaining tag teams, but that’s all they were. Entertaining. They never rose to prominence outside of coming to the ring wearing ponchos and bringing branding irons that they would smack people upside the head with. My mom never went to a single one of my dad’s shows. She outright refused to go to any of me and Lyn’s.

Caroline swallowed softly and looked as though she was holding it together or trying to. Her voiced cracked momentarily between ‘coming’ and ‘to’, a high pitch bouncing between the two before she seems to calm herself down enough to continue.

Caroline: She did however accept coming to this, the night where I would become a Hall of Famer for Femme Fatale Wrestling and it’s FFW where... I have reached farther than any member of my family in terms of climbing to the very top. I mean I couldn’t add myself to the select group of women who has been FFW Champion if I hadn’t right? I guess what I’m trying to say with this lengthy story is I owe this company. I owe Samantha Star, I owe Cody Kincaid, I owe Future Shock whether it was Mr. Horton in control or Adam. I owe every single wrestler, every single rivalry, and you can tell me later this is like colossal sucking up but I owe every single one of you whether you love me or you hate me, my peers and my fans alike. I owe you for wrestling matches with me, I owe you for being a part of my life large or small, I owe you for whooping my ass if you did, I owe you for me whooping your ass... Can I say ass? I mean I did three times now...

Killer C trailed off with another small group of laughs through the crowd.

Caroline: I owe everything I am to this company. I owe everything I am, and everything I will ever be to this company. I came in with years of experience honing my craft, a third generation wrestler, trained alongside Eileen who joins me this year, and yet... Yet the moment I stepped into FFW it felt like I was starting all over again, and y’know what. It was for the best that way. It felt like you had to earn what you’re given, you have to dig your figures down into the ground and force yourself to climb higher and higher. We’ve seen... We’ve seen a lot of stars come through the halls and leave whence they came and I’ll be the first to tell you. The competition ain’t easy here. It ain’t ever gonna be easy here... But that’s what makes this place that much better. We are constantly trying to break each other’s necks being better and climbing higher and doing whatever we can to be the absolute best of our craft, no questions asked.

The Instant Classic paused and looked out to the crowd.

Caroline: May this company stand the test of time longer than it has. May it stand long after every other company that tries to do what it does turns to ash and leaves only imprints in the ground. If you guys will uh... Humor me, I’d like to share a quote with you.

She exhaled.

Caroline: I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go. Langston Hughes said that and as I stand in front of you, FFW Champion and now FFW Hall of Famer, first of my family to have ever been at the top, the veritable cornerstone of a company, the moment where I won that title and all my closest of peers and friends came out to join me... I believe that more than ever. Thank you.

Caroline nodded slowly, as the applause began and she smiled slowly before walking towards the stage and leaning down to hug her mother before she stood up and walked off stage.



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A history of events that have lead up to the main event are shown, including the FFW Champion being stripped down to her underwear and her vest being thrown into an incinerator. From there, we go back to the live show.

Mark: It’s been one wild ride...and I emphasize wild! But it’s time for the richest prize in women’s wrestling, and what has turned into hell of a grudge match as well! Joining me for this is Scarlett Kincaid, 5 time FFW Champion and Hall of Famer herself.

Scarlett: It’s amazing to be here Mark and thank you for letting me join you to help call this match. It’s got a lot build behind and I’m pretty sure we’re going to see all that bad blood come out here.

Our screen transitions to a torch lit room where we find several men sitting at a table. Each of them is dressed in royal Roman garb, all middle aged and looking concerned with a chalice in front of them on the table. One grips a chalice in his hand tightly as he begins to speak

Lord: She has become a problem, a great problem to our plans. I never in my wildest dreams would have thought she'd of survived defying the Emperor a year ago. Yet not only did she do so..she's managed to defy many of us at this table. She has marched into our lands and made fools of us. She dropped my proudest warrior at my feet, no emotion on her face whatsoever, as her pied piper taunted us freely. She has done the same to all of yours as well. Thus why we are here this evening.

All the men at the table grumble in unison as the Lord now stands up, looking out at each man, and keeps speaking

Lord: This woman has not only managed to bring shame to us but also ridiculed us with her arrogance. She has also begun building her own forces, fools who bow to her in cowardice. She thinks she can overthrow us for good, will I say if we come together, unite, we not only rid ourselves of this problem, we get back our normalcy. Make trades possibly with one another. Rebuild what she has tried to take down. If we come together as one there is no doubt in my mind that we can banish the woman and live in peace. I have heard there is a warrior, one like her, who is dominant, who can possibly take her down as we please. Though she commands a high price, but she is efficient in what she does. I wish to pool our resources together and bring her to vanquish this foe of ours. Are you with me my brothers? Can we unite behind this one warrior and bring harmony back to our lands? If you think so raise your chalice as a show of unity

The Lord held up his chalice as the rest of the men around the table look at one another. Each seems unsure of what to do. Yet one of the men slowly starts to raise his chalice in the air. This causes another to do so, then another. Soon every man at the table has raised their chalice in the air, causing the Lord to show a small smile and nod his head. But the harmony is soon interrupted by clapping and sarcastic chuckling. The Lord and the men at the table turn to a dark entry way where we find the silhouette of a man standing there

Lord: Who dare mocks us? Name thyself

The man now starts walking in the shadows of the room as he answers

Man: Oh ya all know exactly who I am already

An audible grown can be heard from the men as they all look angered, the Lord especially

Lord: YOU?! The scoundrel who claims to serve her? What are you doing here? No one outside of the circle is suppose to know of this meeting

The man in the shadows chuckled again

Man: Oh I have my ways. Once I caught wind of this little gathering here I just had ta drop in and see what it was all about. That was truly a touching little speech there. Really got me deep, but ya apparently didn't get the message from the last time we were face to face. None of ya did. My warrior is on a mission ya see. All of yer warriors couldn't handle her, that's why they fell. She dominated cause she scared all of them. They saw the look in her eyes and wilted under it. They were done before the fight ever started. And now ya want to call that warrior from the SouthEastern lands? The Deathdealer they refer to her as? The one imbeciles such as yourselves claim to be the champion warrior. Oh yes she is skilled, mighty skilled I'd say, but she too will fall at the hands of my warrior. It's just the way things are going to be

All the men glared at the man in the shadows, with the Lord looking like he was ready to pop

Lord: She will be stopped! She will not rule these lands, we will not allow it.

The man in the shadows laughed loudly

Man: Open your eyes ya fool. It's already gonna happen. Why else would ya be planning these secret meetings? Why else would ya be begging to bring in this last hope ta stop her, hmm? Ya know it's over. Ya know she's about to take it all from ya and there's nothing ya can do ta stop it. But hey bring your last hope and have her face against my gal. Let it be hammered home for ya that I stand beside the winning team. She's about ta paint her masterpiece and when she is done there will be no doubt left ta anyone as ta who is The Finest Warrior in this land.

The man in the shadows cackled again causing all of the men, including the Lord to look at one another with concern and fear on their faces. The screen then went black but we could still hear the man cackling for several more seconds till we now transitioned inside the Citrus Bowl.  

As the stadium lights come back up we now see men, dressed in Roman soldier attire, beginning to play drums and trumpets. The music they played was “Roman Imperial March”. Soon a long line of men came out, dressed as Roman soldiers as well, carrying shields and spears. Thirty men in each line stomped onto the stage and down the ramp on each side. The Band kept playing the march till every member of the line was on the ramp. As they stopped playing each soldier on the ramp quickly snapped to face the soldier across from them. Once they did each soldier began pounding the bottom of their spear down onto the ramp, making a loud, thunderous noise while beginning a chant.

“Tantum teres Succedunt”

They chanted this loudly, while still banging their spears on the ramp. Their paced quickened the longer they did till they all gave one last bang of the spear and yell of the chant. All the soldiers remained quiet and stood stoically as soon all the lights in the Citrus Bowl went off. We wait several moments till eventually “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde begins to play. A crimson hue comes over the entire stadium as we also find the soldiers on the stage on one knee, heads looking down to the ground as they keep holding their spears upright, shields facing one another as well.

“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 stands on the stage. Next to him a crimson 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 as we now start to see something emerge from the stage. It's a blonde haired woman, draped in a big, feathery, crimson and silver robe that covers her entire body. We can't see her face due to the dark crimson 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 crimson light and striking a pose.

“I'm going in (OHH)”

The woman now throws her arms down as the crimson light cuts off. We then change to a wide view quickly as pyro explodes in a row on each side of the stage. We can also see in pyro going off at the top off the stadium as well. The camera brings us back to a shot of the stage as we see Nevaeh Summers standing there in that big robe next to Silas. She stands there looking out at the crowd. Her hair is has been pulled back and twisted into a long braid that runs deep down her back.

Nevaeh soon begins to move forward as the camera stays on the stage watching her from the side. We then cut to another angle as we are racing up the ramp, past the soldiers, till we get a close up of Nevaeh's face as she storms down the ramp. She has a stoic look on her face as she passes the soldiers with Silas right behind her.

Nevaeh remains storming down the ramp till she gets to ringside. She extends her arms out as Silas now comes around her and unhooks a button right under her neck. He begins taking off the robe as we now find Nevaeh dressed in a leather crimson and silver liberty strapped peplum top that is sowed into a crimson bikini bottom with a crimson and silver leather skirt around it. We also notice on her arms she is wearing crimson fingerless gauntlets on each arm that run up to her forearms. On her feet are crimson knee high boots with crimson kickpads and a Royal “NS” written on them in silver

Nevaeh stands there for a few more moments till 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. She is looking all around the Citrus Bowl very carefully as she sits on the top rope. As she remains doing this she brings her hands to her waist and starts motioning back and forth across it. She does this for another moment till suddenly she snaps her head to look upward, stretching her arms out. Every spotlight in the stadium quickly zeros in on her as Nevaeh basks in a spotlight while Silas applauds behind her.

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 stretches her arms out again as she glares at them.

She now goes to a corner where Silas stands on the ring apron. He starts whispering into her ear as they await the arrival of Caroline. Nevaeh is looking towards the stage when everything goes dark.

The Orange Citrus Bowl goes pitch black, the only lights offered up are those of many fans holding their cell phones up to try and get a better view in the darkness. The video wall suddenly shows an image of clouds in the night sky, parting to reveal a blue moon. The sound of cricket chirps and soft wind blowing fills the arena before a crow lands on a branch in front of the moon... Followed by another crow. And another... And another. An entire horde of crows have landed on the leafless tree, making visible foliage before they all fly away, leaving the tree barren once more. The image of the tree slowly turns into what looks like stained glass on the video wall with crows all looking around, each with a bright red eye on the glass.

At this time, the somber beat begins to kick up as the Orlando crowd watches in silence. A spotlight falls on entrance as one by one a small contingent of women dressed in purple and black choir outfits come through the curtain and stand, three each on either side of the entrance from backstage. The women are of all different complexions, hands hidden in their sleeves with eyes closed. Nevaeh and Silas both stare up at the stage then at one another with confused looks. They turn back to look at the choir as they sing in time with the actual song.

“(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
Remember to always be true, no matter what you do!
I want it, I never front it, I got my whole crew life on it!
Think sharp, man, listen!

(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
Remember to always be true, no matter what you do!
I want it, I never front it, I got my whole crew life on it!
(Choir: “Livin' thus in peace, indeed!”).”


Each of the women sing in soulful... Haunting melodies as the background music plays through the arena to the same key. Nevaeh and Silas are left wondering what is going on as they remain in a corner of the ring. There mystified glares only turn more concerned as one by one, a line of plague doctors walk out from the curtain, not even looking at the choir as dim spotlights follow them. Each one is dressed in a long coat, the clothing they wear underneath is made of belts and buckles seemingly. Of course each one has that trademark mask with a long beak, making them look like overgrown crows.

They all walk with a cane, moving in complete synch before they stop in front of the ring, one by one. The line continues to go and go until there’s a great horde of the plague doctors, looking around, cocking their heads slightly like birds and then looking back at each other as the music continues to go on. All at once they stop, stand feet together and smack their canes on the ground, standing completely still in a line and grabbing their top hats before taking them off and slowly crouching down as though they are being approached by royalty. Together they make what looks like either a wall of bodies to stop anyone from coming towards the ring...

...Or anyone from leaving it.

The spotlights at this point are the only source of light besides the cell phones from the crowd, and they are dim...

“Any day your last day might come so...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
Late night in the shadows when the daylight comes, remember...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)

Man, listen any day your last day might come so...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
From the truth. Late night in the shadows,
when the daylight comes, remember...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!
Livin' thus in peace, indeed!”)”


Nevaeh and Silas both look disturbed as all of the plague doctors look at each other and then back look again towards the ring as “You Can’t Hide, You Can’t Run” continues to play throughout the Citrus Bowl. The lights flicker... From within the crowd a figure is spotlighted, a crow mask like all the others but her’s is more leathery looking with wide goggles. The crowd has given way to let the single figure sit unattended in silence. She has a cowl instead of her head visible and feather pauldrons along with a draping cape looking to have black feathers woven entirely into it. Her frame is covered with a purple wrestling singlet with one crow on her side, breaking up into a thousand other birds at its tail end. It’s feet are hidden... by the FFW Championship around the wrestler’s waist. She sits on a throne, a glass of wine in her hand as she swirls it around before throwing it to the ground with an audible and loud crunch.

“It's like this final destination, you tryin' your best to make it,
They say be patient but you know you're cheatin', death is chasin'!
Heart beatin', pulse racin' but I keep the pace,
And trained to be the best and beat the best by the Gracies!
(Choir: “Livin' thus in peace, indeed!”)”


The throne itself looks deceptively simple, wooden by the looks of it until the camera zooms in. The images in all of the wood is made to resemble a thousand weeping, crying, and even screaming faces carved into the wood.

The plague doctors turn their heads back on Nevaeh like a wave, singling out the contender for the ‘Crow Regent’, as she stands up from her throne in the middle of the crowd with loose wrappings that go all the way to her wrists and hang slightly, knee guards and wrestling boots that look like segmented bird talons. All at once the spotlights cut again and darkness covers the Citrus Bowl.

“Grappler spectacular rapper sport of altercation,
In self defense we hem 'em up, a tailored alteration.
We're firestarters leavin' stages up in flames,
(Choir: “Livin' thus in peace, indeed!”)
Then again we're firefighters, sprayin' at whatever's blazin'!”


The lights come on again this time bathing the entire arena. The plague doctors have somehow disappeared. The choir is gone. The Crow Regent’s cape is gone, simply dressed in her gear with the FFW Championship still around her waist even as her music continues to play.

The leading crow is in the center of the ring as Orlando crowd watches her, before she pulls down the hood first... And then pulls off the mask, revealing herself to be Killer C to the ovation of the crowd...Mouth and nose covered by a skull bandanna, opening her eyes and showing off bright lavender eyes with black sclera.

“Any day your last day might come so...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
Late night in the shadows when the daylight comes, remember...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)

“Man, listen any day your last day might come so...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!”)
From the truth. Late night in the shadows,
when the daylight comes, remember...
(Choir: “You can't hide, you can't run!
Livin' thus in peace, indeed!”)”


Nevaeh’s eyes are as wide as saucers as she glares across the ring at Caroline. She is leaning as far back into the corner as she can as Silas discreetly stands behind her, himself seeming very weirded out by the champions appearance and behavior. C makes a single motion... Her thumb across her throat without breaking a glance at the challenger. Her hand slips behind her and she rips the FFW Championship off her waist to raise it HIGH over head.... Still staring boring holes into the World’s Finest.

As both wrestlers keep glaring at one another the bell rings as Anita Handey makes her way to the center of the ring

Anita: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FFW Championship Introducing first the challenger, accompanied by Silas Mason. Residing in Los Angeles, California and weighing tonight at120 pounds. She is “The World’s Finest”..NEVAEH SUMMERS!!

The crowd boos Nevaeh but she’s not focused on that. Instead she keeps her eyes locked on Caroline across from her as she still can’t make out what she’s witnessing. Killer C for her part has not done anything to break her baleful stare on Nevaeh, handing over her title to the referee and still watching The World’s Finest.

Anita: And her opponent... From Tampa Bay, Florida and weighing in tonight 155 pounds... She is your current reigning and defending Femme Fatale Wrestling Champion... KILLER C!!

Crowd: KILL HER C! KILL HER C! KILL HER C! KILL HER C!

The crowd is absolutely ravenous and yet there’s nothing seemingly breaking up the tension or staredown between the two competitors. And just as head referee Jennifer Stringer calls for the bell, both women go straight at one another in a fury and begin to throw haymaker right hands at one another. Caroline sweeps Nevaeh’s legs out from under her, and falls into a mount position to unload further damage. Summers rolls over on top this time, and returns the favor with blistering right hands of her own one after another. They continue to roll into the ropes like this, firing these shots before the referee tries to separate them. Stringer tries to pull Caroline back as they get up, only for Nevaeh to reach over and slap her across the face. Stark picked up Stringer and sat her on the turnbuckle, turned back around and ran right for the blonde. And the fist fight picked right back up again. Summers fired Caroline into the corner with velocity, following her in with a knife edge chop across the chest and then another and then another. But when she looked up into Caroline’s face, Stark screamed at her to do it again as Nevaeh’s eyes widened like saucers. Stark literally chopped herself, and began to unload with them into Nevaeh. The sound of the chops rang throughout the stadium as she backed her up into the ropes before firing her across. Summers had barely rebounded before Caroline took her down with a sling blade clothesline.

Mark: The FFW Champion is all kinds of fired up, and Nevaeh has unleashed something with that woman the likes of which we haven’t seen before!

Scarlett: I think pretty much everyone watching expected this. Caroline got embarrassed at the last show thanks to Summers and she might be starting to regret after those chops.

Nevaeh tries to get to her feet, only for Caroline to jerk her up the rest of the way and lay into her with forearms to the head. This time, she shoves the challenger back into the corner before climbing up onto the middle rope. Stark doesn’t wait to ask the fans, but they start counting as she unloads ten shots to her head. And when she hops down and Nevaeh stumbles out of the corner, Caroline snatches her up from behind with a release German suplex that bounces the back of her head into the turnbuckles before she collapses to the match. Silas Mason screamed at the referee to get Caroline under control, though Stringer did nothing since she wasn’t doing anything illegal. The champion dragged her back away from the turnbuckles, pulling her up again before laying into her with a series of European uppercuts that rocked her backwards. She grabbed her arm, and whipped her with velocity into the corner. Summers shouted in pain before the champion did it again, firing her harder into the opposite corner. Summers’ back arched out as though she had just hit a hot poker. And when she stepped out of the corner, Caroline shoved her with such force it took her off her feet before she crashed into it again and fell to a seat on the canvas.

Scarlett: Silas isn’t liking this, but this is smart strategy by Caroline and one of the things that she’s good at - controlling her emotions and focusing them, channeling them into useful offence against her opponent.

Mark: Nevaeh Summers is getting treated like a rag doll, and this may be the shortest FFW Championship match we’ve ever seen! Mason’s out here sweating Crisco right now!

Summers tried to get back to her feet as the crowd was solidly behind the champion. Caroline pulled her back up again, hoisting her into a front carry before dropping face forward into a powerslam on the canvas. Nevaeh’s back bounced off the mat as Stark pounded a few more fists into her head before she got back to her feet. The champion watched as Nevaeh started towards the ropes to help her get up, grabbing onto them when she reached them. And as Nevaeh rose, Caroline charged in with what looked like a clothesline. But Nevaeh jerked the top rope down, sending Caroline over it...but getting her head caught between the top and middle ropes! They constricted around her neck as Stark dangled over the floor, trying to get her feet back onto the apron. Nevaeh gasped for breath as she got back up. Stringer went to help Caroline get free before Summers pulled her to her, while Silas grabbed the champion’s feet and pulled them to try to tighten the grip on Caroline’s head.

Scarlett: Hangman!!! Stark’s found herself in the worst position she could possibly be in. And this is just...We shouldn’t be surprised by this Silas is a punk in a suit. He shouldn’t even be allowed out here.

Stark’s face began to redden as she struggled to breathe, while the fans in the stadium booed loudly. He finally let go as the referee immediately went to Caroline and helped get her head free before she collapsed on the apron. Nevaeh seemed to have pulled herself together a bit as she dragged Caroline back into the ring with her, mounting her chest and driving elbows into her face with a vicious expression. As she got up and pulled the champion with her, she hooked her head and used the ropes for a slingshot suplex that connected perfectly. Summers got back to her feet, bouncing off the near side to deliver a knee drop to her head when she tried to sit up. The fans showed the challenger no love as she screamed at the champion to get up. Caroline was still very very weakened by what happened with the ropes. And as she tried to get up, Summers charged towards her and delivered a one-handed bulldog. She quickly rolled her over for a cover, grabbing the far leg as Stringer dove into position.

Mark: Caroline’s not been right since she was being hung by the ropes moments ago, and Nevaeh’s seizing on that!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Caroline rolled her shoulder after the two count, causing Nevaeh to drive home a few more right hands before she got to her feet.

Scarlett: Summers is staying right on top of her and that’s exactly what she has to done against a woman as dangerous as Stark, but this could easily get turned around in a second.

The challenger rolled her onto her stomach, and planted her foot into her back before grabbing a handful of her hair to jerk Caroline’s head up. She screamed at her “SAY I’M THE FINEST” again and again. And when the champion wouldn’t do it, she smashed her face down into the mat. She pulled her back up, and executed a jumping neckbreaker that put her back down all over again.

Mark: Nevaeh isn’t going to get Caroline to say much anything complimentary towards her, and we are seeing Summers making her pay for it.

Scarlett: It’s going to be a long, long wait for Nevaeh if she wants to hear those words from our Champion. She should just focus on trying to beat her and make her bold, asinine prediction come true.

The challenger got back to her feet, dropping another leg across the back of her neck. Nevaeh continued to talk to Caroline throughout now that she was in control, dragging her back to her feet and asking her if she wanted to go on a trip. She fired her with velocity into the far corner before taking off towards her with a cartwheel into a handspring before jumping into the air to connect with a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the champion’s head. Caroline crumpled to the canvas as Summers dragged her away from the ropes to make a lateral press.

Mark: She calls that the Midnight Train to Georgia, and she got every bit of it! Stark could be out cold right here!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The champion got her shoulder up again before Nevaeh got back to her feet, raking her boot across Caroline’s face before she quickly applied a side chinlock. Summers began to grind it in, informing the referee Caroline is trying to quit. Stringer checked on that herself, but didn’t find it to be the case as the challenger continued to work the hold.

Scarlett: Pretty hopeful of Summers to try and get Stringer to believe a former No Surrender Champion was going to quit to a chinlock. If anything this is probably going to motivate Caroline further. Probably not wise to fire her up any further.

The fans in the Citrus Bowl began to chant for the champion, causing SIlas to tell them to shut their mouths which had no effect. Nevaeh continued to grind the hold in as Caroline started to get back to her feet. Summers transitioned the hold into a side headlock when the champion was back up finally. Stark fired an elbow into Nevaeh’s stomach that stunned her, followed by a second and a third that finally loosened her grip enough to get free. Stark finally regained a vertical base and turned towards the challenger, only to get a thumb in her eye before Nevaeh grabbed her head and dropped her with a DDT.

Mark: Just when Caroline looks like she’s about to regain control of this match, Summers put an end to that with a DDT.

Another cover was made by the blonde as Stringer dropped to count as Silas watched on intently from ringside.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Again, Caroline escaped the final three as Nevaeh got back to her feet. She glanced over to Silas, who told her Caroline was almost done and all she had to do was finish her off. And on that advice, the blonde headed for the corner and ascended to the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. She stood tall for a brief moment before she launched into her moonsault! But as she came down, Caroline rolled out of the way and she crashed into the canvas instead!

Mark: Summers went for the moonsault, but only found gravity waiting for her!

Scarlett: Caroline saw that coming a mile off. Summers might be best off ignoring Silas and trusting her own instincts, she is the woman in the ring after all.

Caroline stirred on the canvas as Nevaeh clutched her ribs in pain. The champion started to sit up on her knees, drawing in deep breaths as she looked up and around at the crowd before fixing her gaze on the challenger. And when Summers started to try to get up, Caroline hooked both of her arms behind her and began to drive relentless knee strikes into her head. After at least seven of them, she let Nevaeh drop to the mat before she headed for the corner herself. Stark climbed up top as Silas screamed at his client that she was on the top rope. Nevaeh groggily rose to her feet, and when she turned, Caroline delivered a top rope clothesline that flipped the challenger inside out practically!

Mark: 1-8-7, AND NEVAEH’S DONE!

Caroline quickly hooked the far leg for the cover as Stringer slid right into position to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!

Nevaeh rolled her shoulder in time before Stringer’s hand struck three as Caroline rose back to her feet. Summers began to sit up, only for Caroline to bounce off the near side and deliver a punishing front kick into her spine that froze her up. Stark dropped to a seat behind her, and began to set up for her figure four necklock. But as soon as she felt it, Nevaeh bolted out of the ring to the floor.

Scarlett: Moments away from victory for the FFW Champion. That figure four necklock is death if you get caught in it.

Mark: Nevaeh felt that necklock about to get hooked in, and she bolted! I bet her training camp has her reflexively trained on that move right there!

Stark sat on the canvas, shaking her head before rolling towards the ropes and out to the floor. Nevaeh tried to get away from her before Stark caught her from behind, hooking her up again for another release German suplex that sent the Baby Peach flying into the barricade. Nevaeh crashed into it, and collapsed to the floor as the crowd was solidly behind the champion. Stark pulled her up into a front headlock before she hoisted her up into what looked like a vertical suplex. But instead, she let her fall across the ringside barricade ribs first. Summers hung doubled over the wall as Caroline backed up a few steps and charged forward with a running kneelift that caught the blonde right in the face before she toppled over back to the floor ringside.

Mark: With high knees like that, Stark could have been an Orlando Magic cheerleader! She just rocked Nevaeh’s jaw with one hell of a shot! I don’t think Nevaeh knows if she’s in Orlando or Omaha!

Scarlett: Silas might want to make a call to an emergency dentist...or chiropractor. His client’s going to need her smile fixing and her back straightening.

Caroline pulled the challenger back up and tossed her under the bottom rope into the ring. She stopped and listened to the crowd as they began a “KILLER C” chant. She nodded her head as if to tell them that was the plan. Stringer dropped down to check on Nevaeh. And as Caroline was climbing onto the apron, Silas grabbed the FFW Championship and drove it into her face with a smack! Stark collapsed to the floor face down as Silas got nothing short of hatred from the crowd before he took the title back to the table when the referee looked back to see where the champion was at the moment.

Mark: Did you see that?! Mason just clocked Caroline with the FFW Championship, her own title!

Scarlett: Like I said, he’s a punk. Stringer should’ve thrown him out of her from the get go. Let this be settled by the two women in the ring.

Mason pounded the mat for Nevaeh, shouting at her as she tried to get her wits about her. Caroline started to push up on her hands as blood began to pool under her face. She almost collapsed back into it before beginning to push up again. And as the camera caught sight of her face, a cut had opened over her left eye. Stark’s mouth hung open as she leaned against the apron, while the referee was giving her a very deliberate ten count.

Mark: Look at that cut, the FFW Champion has been busted open with her own damn title because of that piece of garbage on the other side of the ring!

Scarlett: It’s a game changing moment. Every beat of her heart, every drop of blood’ll weaken the Champ a little bit more.

As Stringer reached 8, Caroline rolled back under the ring with a very glassy expression in her eyes. Nevaeh had managed to pull herself together somewhat, getting back to her feet as well. And as the champion tried to get up as well, Summers grabbed her arms and delivered her underhook DDT finisher!

Mark: THE GRAND FINALE...NEVAEH’S GONNA BE FFW CHAMPION!!

Scarlett: NO! It shouldn’t end like this! C’mon Stark, kick out! Kick out!

Nevaeh hooked both legs for the cover as Stringer dropped into position to make the count!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

NO!

Caroline’s arm popped up and fell back to the canvas as the fans in Orlando roared in approval. Nevaeh’s eyes widened as she looked up at Stringer, holding up three fingers and even screaming “THREE!” at her. But the referee held up two fingers, shaking her head as Mason shouted at the referee from ringside.

Scarlett: YES!!! Stark’s kept this match alive. While she’s still breathing, she’s got a chance of turning this match around and walking out with the title!

Summers got back to her feet, looking to Silas as he told her to do it again. Nevaeh was back to talking again, mostly foul language as she pulled Caroline back up and hooked her arms to hit the move all over again.

Mark: She kicked out, she won’t do it a second time, Scarlett! Nevaeh Summers is seconds away from being FFW Champion!

Scarlett: She’s got to hit it first though Mark and she’s wasted a lot of time getting instruction from her corner and talking a big game.

But as Nevaeh went to do it again, Caroline spun into her, hooked both her arms and delivered a massive vertebreaker that seemed to come from nowhere! Summers landed on the back of her head as Caroline collapsed beside her.

Mark: A damn vertebreaker! Where the hell did that come from?! Cover her, Caroline! This is over right now!

Scarlett: That’ll temporarily scramble your brains like an egg at breakfast! This match has turned on a dime again!!

Caroline raised her head and draped an arm across Nevaeh’s chest for the cover as the fans in the Citrus Bowl rose to their feet. But there wasn’t a count. Silas was up on the apron with the referee shouting at him to get back down. The fans began counting the fall!

Fans; ONE! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Scarlett: TURN AROUND STRINGER!!! Ignore Colonel Sanders for the love of God!

When Mason finally got back down, Stringer spun around and slid into position with a sense of urgency to make the count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Summers raised her arm and let it fall back down as Stringer sat up on her knees, holding up two fingers as Caroline looked up with a blood-stained face to see for herself.

Mark: Are you kidding me?! If it wasn’t for Mason, Caroline would have just retained her title! But this match isn’t over!!

Scarlett: Every single cent. Silas is earning every single cent he takes from Nevaeh tonight and then some IF she manages to somehow steal the FFW Championship away from Caroline Stark.

Caroline began to sit up, the blood from her cut dripped down her face almost covering half of it in crimson as she tried to wipe some away. She looked down to Nevaeh, who was starting to sit up. Stark tapped her wrist lethargically as Nevaeh sat up in front of her. The champion quickly moved her legs up, locking in the figure four necklock as the live crowd rumbled!

Scarlett: We all know what’s coming! And if Caroline can get it locked in she’s leaving Orlando with the biggest prize in the game!!

But as soon as she locked it in, Nevaeh pushed up on her feet and rolled over on top on her and pinning her shoulders to the mat. Stringer dropped into position to make the count!

Mark: NEWS AT 11….AND SHE COUNTERED IT!! CAROLINE’S GONNA GET PINNED BY HER OWN SUBMISSION!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stark broke the hold and shove her off the cover just before Stringer’s hand hit the canvas again for the third time.

Scarlett: A coat of paint!!! That’s it...just a coat of paint away from being achieving Everything that she’s wanted since the day she walked through the doors!

Mark: Nevaeh must have had hours of training on how to avoid or counter that hold! She knows Caroline’s moves about as well as the champion does!

Nevaeh rolled towards the ropes to get away from he as Caroline started to get back to her feet across the ring from her. She wiped the blood again from her face as Nevaeh looked back up to her, the pair staring at one another as Nevaeh told her how much she despised her, how much she loathed her. Caroline told her the feeling was mutual as they rose to their feet, and charged at one another to unload with right hands just like at the start of the match!

Mark: This is how it all began, it’s how it’s gonna end!

Scarlett: These two can’t stand each other and they’re not going to stop until one of them can’t stand any longer.

Both women traded blows repeatedly with Nevaeh raking the gash over Caroline’s eye to stop her assault. The challenger spins her around into a German suplex before rolling through, scooping her up and delivering a wheelbarrow facebuster that spikes Caroline into the canvas face first!

Mark: HEAT WAVE!!

Scarlett: ANOTHER blow to Caroline’s head. She’s already taken so much punishment! This could be all she wrote!

Summers dove across her for the cover, hooking the far leg in the attempt as the referee dropped to count the fall. Mason was wide-eyed watching from the apron, thinking this was finally it!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Stark rolled her shoulder a split second ahead of the three as Nevaeh pounded the mat in frustration, screaming at the referee and even pulling a couple strands of her own hair out of her head in anger.

Scarlett: Nev’s finding out what each of Caroline’s previous opponents found out - you’ve got to pretty much stop Caroline from breathing in order to beat her.

Mason screamed at his client, telling her to end it and end it now! The challenger got back to her feet, pulling Caroline up with onto her shoulders. Summers was steadily talking to herself out of pure aggravation.

Mark: She’s gonna go for the Makeover!!

Caroline began firing elbows into the side of Nevaeh’s head though, causing Summers to drop her to her feet. Stark got her into position and into the Gory Special and then into a Texas piledriver!

Mark: REASONABLE DOUBT!!

Scarlett: Summers got spiked into the mat!! I think I can hear a Fat Lady warming up right about now!

Stark hooked both legs tightly for the cover as Stringer dove into position for the count. The fans came to their feet to count along with her!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Stringer called for the bell as Stark sat up, looking up to her to make sure it was over as the referee nodded her head and raised her hand in victory. The Orlando crowd erupted as a result!

Scarlett: She’s done it!!! Caroline Stark has overcome all the odds and everything Silas could throw at her! Let’s hear it Anita!!!

Anita: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match….AND STILL FFW CHAMPION…..’KILLER C’ CAROLINE STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!

Mark: In one of the most volatile FFW Championship matches I’ve ever seen, Caroline Stark has overcome “The World’s Finest” and retains the title it took her so many years to earn!

Scarlett: She’s sending the crowd home happy and she’s sending Summers home with her tail between her legs and an awful lot to think about.

Stark made it to her feet, taking her title after the referee offered it to her. She stared down at it, and then back over her shoulder to Nevaeh. A look of disdain and hatred still on her face showed Caroline was debating on continuing until she looked back to the fans who were cheering her from their seats.

Mark: Look at that face. Even after all that, Scarlett, I don’t think Caroline has had enough of the Baby Peach. But in either case, what matters tonight is that woman is leaving Orlando with the richest prize in FFW still intact!

Scarlett: She’ll be enjoying this moment. Enjoying it a lot, but she’ll know that you can’t keep a woman like Nev down; she’ll want that title and she’ll come back looking for it. But when she does Caroline’ll be ready for her and ready to give her another dose of the treatment she got tonight!

Mark: This event will be remembered for many things, but chief among them may well be that Caroline Stark fought the hardest title defense she may have ever had, and emerged victorious! Caroline Stark may well be named after this show…...UNSTOPPABLE!!

As Caroline’s music played with her elevating her title above her head, Unstoppable 7 fades off the air.

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