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FFW Breaking Point - March 4, 2017

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Live from the Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio
March 4, 2017


A quick flash of the FFW logo is shown on the screen before we go inside the Future Shock Center with a song just barely playing in the background as a young woman steps up to a dumbbell with a lot of plates. “One Woman Army” by Porcelain Black starts to pick up in volume in the background. She glances up to the TV as she takes a deep breath, with flashes of Emma MacNamara cracks her knuckles, Eileen Amaro delivering a nasty clothesline, Change of Heart glancing to one another before Cereza steps between them, and then the Scarborough Fair climbing both sides of a ladder. The woman in the Center tries to pick the weights up, but doesn’t quite make it before she drops them back to the floor.

Another glance to the television as Steph Stefano taps her newspaper against her hand, Mika  standing next to Karina with a smile on her face, Misty Whitmore pounding her fists into the mat, Ruby Tyler climbing the turnbuckles with a smile on her face. Isis delivering the Voyage to Armageddon, Scarlett Silver glancing over her shoulder, and finally Felicity Banks looking down at a scorpion in her hand. The woman in the Center grabs the dumbbell again, and with a scream, she pulls it up over her head.

We immediately cut inside the arena to a roaring crowd as pyro erupts around the ring and up the ramp before one big explosion sets off in front of the Breaking Point stage. The music continues to play throughout the facility as we finally settle down on Zack & Mai in the booth.

Zack: Welcome to the Nationwide Arena here in Columbus, Ohio! And thank you for watching the 109th presentation of Breaking Point! Zack Hudson here, alongside Mai Hotaru, and we just under three weeks away from Relentless on Pay Per View.

Mai: Relentless has shaped up to be quite a card, especially the main event between Nevaeh Summers and Eileen Amaro for the FFW Championship! But tonight, Eileen goes one on one with the referee for that match, Caroline Dallins, in the main event!



Zack: It’s a rematch from When Worlds Collide last December, as Eileen tries to put Caroline down twice in a row. You can bet “Killer C” has other plans in mind though, and Nevaeh is here tonight to see it all herself. She’s been looking forward to it since it was announced!

Mai: When Nevaeh is happy, the world is a brighter place. But we also get to watch one half of the Scarborough Fair when Raquel meets Isis one on one. If you want to talk about that match on social media, it’s hashtag #RaquelDiesTonight.



Zack: There’s no question that Raquel has her work cut out for her tonight against the Titaness. But that may be exactly what causes Isis’ downfall, her confidence about how easy this is going to be. Only time will tell.

Mai: Like I said, hashtag RaquelDiesTonight to talk about that. Riley Riot, as she prepares to meet Emma at Relentless, has to meet another Ultraviolence queenpin when she goes one on one with former champion Destiny Campbell.



Zack: Riley’s building momentum. But if there’s anyone who can put a dent in that, it’s Destiny Campbell who dominated the Ultraviolence division with an iron fist at one time months ago. I don’t envy Riley at all. But let’s not forget that the Fast Track Championship is on the line tonight here in Columbus!



Mai: Ruby Tyler is so far undefeated since arriving in FFW, which has earned her this opportunity in relatively short order. I don’t like either one of them personally, but I’m sure the geeks here in Columbus will be looking forward to it.

Zack: No doubt about it. Don’t move a muscle, because Breaking Point kicks off when we come back!

The show heads to a very brief commercial break.


Brazilian Unity

Love to hate…
Repeating my mistakes
But there’s no one left to listen,
No one left to listen…


With the hard sounds of Rev Theory’s “Something New”, the Ohio crowd fall into a mass of jeers, which only becomes louder as the new Unity Tag Team Champions, Brazilian Storm, emerge from the back. The two women, with Mel already in her ring gear, head down towards the ring, ignoring the jeers while grinning at each other.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NEW UNITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, BRAZILIAN STORM!

Bianca draws Maggie a look for failing to mention the Future Shock Championship, but a hand on her arm from Mel stops her repeating what happened on Tuesday. Bianca heads to a corner and takes a pair of microphones from the attendant at ringside, handing one to her partner.

Mel: This is a passenger information announcement. Due to unforeseen weather conditions, the Burning Star Express, headed anywhere, has been cancelled. Brazilian Trains would like to apologise for any inconvenience this may cause to your journey.

The brunette speaks in a rather...professional voice, as though attempting to hide her accent and failing.

Mel: We will pass along any information about when this service will resume, however it is unfortunately unlikely due to one of the train’s coaches being the equivalent of a bitter space child.

Bianca: As for those seeking to have a refund on their hype tickets following this cancellation, Brazilian Trains would like to once again apologise for the fact that… Well, it sucks to be you.

Bianca speaks in the same professional tone, like a stewardess, even though she’s having a FAR harder time keeping a straight face than Mel is.

Bianca: However, to all of those willing to embark on a new train towards a brand new era, we do cordially invite you to come along and hop into the new wagon, the Brazilian Storm. We assure you: it will most definitely be worth the ride!

The two girls look at each other...and it’s only a few seconds before the brunette half of the team grins.

Mel: Wait...are we ACTUALLY sorry about this? Because I’m starting to have doubts now. Oh, wait.

She clears her throat.

Mel: Brazilian Trains would like to remind all passengers that we aim to provide only the best service that we can, and in line with this, we believe that the cancellation of the Burning Star Express was exactly was was required to happen, and rest safe in the knowledge that had this not happened, the Express would likely have crashed into Below The Waist Locomotive Services...and these are not services that we wish to provide.

There seems to be a bit of confusion at Mel’s quip, which annoys her.

Mel: OH FOR GOD’S SAKE IF WE HADN’T DONE IT, LEGS AND ARSE WOULD HAVE AND THAT’S WORSE!

Bianca: So you guys should be THANKING us for actually doing this, because we’re doing the Unity division a big favor, okay?! That Express was gonna derail at any moment anyway; I mean, a freaking woman-child who thinks she’s a space princess and her awkward passive aggressive buddy who feels she’s underappreciated. But hey, at least there was no “postpartum depression” bull-pokey this time, so that’s a plus.

Bianca shrugs softly, throwing Mel an “it is what it is” look.

Mel: So underappreciated that she got two title shots in less than three months, won one of them despite failing catastrophically at the other. Yep, that’s underappreciated. But hey, at least they were so busy dealing with you, they forgot that I exist and that turned into their problem! Well, they almost forgot. And THIS team are going into the Hall! Christm whatever next. Next you’ll be telling me bloody...I dunno, someone equally as decorated but as ridiculous. OH! But I know, IT DOESN’T MATTER! Because they’re going in all the same and we walked away with what they thought was theirs! Everyone wins! Except everyone that was stuck dealing with a bitter child for the last ten days.

Bianca raises an index finger to Mel.

Bianca: You know what the problem with that is, Mellie? It’s that every single one of the suck-ups in this arena and pretty much everywhere we go were aboard the Burning Express. They were ALL watching that match with their fingers crossed hoping that Big Bad Bianca and Maleficent Mel would go down in flames and leave Team Junior’s championships alone where they sat. I don’t know if that’s because they didn’t want to see either one of them throwing a tantrum or if they’re all just suck-ups all the same. So in a way, our win is their loss. And do you know what I say to that?

Bianca turns to the audience and grins.

Bianca: Build a goddamn bridge and GET OVER IT! The reality is that we’ve been telling you guys all along and you didn’t hear because your heads were so far up Kaoru’s and Andi’s asses you couldn’t be bothered to listen, except now we have the belts to prove it: we are the better team!

Mel: We were always the better team. Yes we were unlucky towards the end of Global Wars but I’ll be damned if we have not proven time and time again that we are better than just about everyone who gets put in front of us! When these two come crawling for their rematch, they are the ones that need to remember that it’s only for them to prove a point. We’ve done it twice, we’ll happily do it a third. Legs & Arse, Five Feet of Fury, the Queens? As they say in Scotland, square go then! Want these?

She lifts her belt into the air, as does Bianca.

Mel: Come and bloody well get them!

Bianca: But the pandering of your audience won’t protect you when the Brazilian Trains run over the lot of you like it’s nobody’s business at all. But, hey, don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Mel: They’ll cry foul anyway, Bianca. That’s what they do. But we’re not a train. Trains aren’t destructive. We are.

Bianca: And if we destroyed your new Hall of Famers twice in a row for these championships, and you still wanna know what we can do to the rest off you… If these don’t convince you yet…

Bianca looks at the team’s tag team championships they’re still hoisting proudly… As well as the Future Shock Championship around her own waist.

Bianca: Come and try us, bitches.

The two girls grin at each other and hold their belts aloft again as “Something New” starts up again. As Bianca leaves the ring, we see Maggie head inside.





Mel reaches the edge of the ring, then, since her match is now anyway, nods at Bianca to go on without her and heads back to her corner, leaning against the ropes.

Zack: I was about to point out that Mel’s match against Lily-Rose is coming up, but here she is, deciding to stay in the ring and send her partner to the back without her. And after that...most unusual celebratory moment, I am not joined for Mel’s first match as champion by Valerie Lamb. Welcome back to the booth!

Valerie: Thanks, Zack. Mel and Bianca did wonderfully ten days ago to win that, despite the slightly dubious means. But this isn’t about the team, as we all know. The Season Five Champion meets the first graduate of the relaunch!

Maggie: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, she weighs in at 150 pounds, hailing from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil by way of Craigleith, she is one half of the FFW Unity Tag Team Champions, MEL AVILO!

Mel does not receive a positive reaction, much like a few minutes before, which doesn’t seem to bother her.

Zack: As we just said, ten days ago, Mel and Bianca became the new Unity Champions, taking out the Burning Star Express. For Mel this has to be important, especially after the way the two have just spoken.

Valerie: You’d think, but I don’t get the sense that Mel especially cares about what she does on her own these days. At least that’s the impression I get from working at the Centre.

As the blaring guitar sounds for “Mayhem” play over the PA system, Lily-Rose walks out from behind the curtain in her “Trouble Clef” shirt, standing proud atop the stage. Raising both arms up high, she throws the metal horns up and can see parts of the crowd doing so in response.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring, from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, weighing in at 127 lbs., she is...LILY-ROSE!

After slapping hands with a few members of the audience, Lily makes her way up the stairs, then climbs onto the turnbuckles. She raises the metal horns once more, then after giving the camera time to soak it in she hops onto the mat and takes her shirt off, bumping her fists together and rolling her neck as she waits for the fight to begin.

Zack: Lily has struggled a little since being promoted to the main roster. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but a good win over Mel tonight would certainly help her push forward towards the No Surrender Championship.

Valerie: That it would, even though Mel is not a submission wrestler and never really has bee. At this point it’s about getting a win under there.

Fisk checks Mel for weapons after handing the title over to Maggie, who exits the ring. Rolling her eyes at this, she complies before asking him to check Lily-Rose as well. He does so, but this doesn’t go over well. Not least with Lily, who is eyeballing the tag champion.

Zack: ...In what world would checking Lily be a good idea? She’s not going to be carrying everything.

Valerie: No, she’s not but it’s also unfair to single one out. And I feel really weird being the advocate here.

Mel neither notices nor cares as no sooner has Fisk stepped aside from her, she charges across the ring and would have decked Lily with the running clothesline if it wasn’t for the post and buckles in the way. Lily knocks backwards, but not enough to get her out of the ring. The brunette takes her opponent by the arm and whips her into the opposing corner, charging at her and splashing her dead against the corner. Then pulling Lily out of the corner, she drops to one knee and then Lily across it with a backbreaker. Lily rolls off Mel’s back, but rather than pull her up, Mel begins to stomp away at her abdomen, hitting wherever she can and not seeming to care if she hits Lily’s hands, which are trying to absorb at least some of the blows. Eventually, Mel stops and Lily rolls away, pushing herself to a three point stance as Mel watches her.

Valerie: Well...that’s why she wanted Lily looked at. So that she could go in there before Lily was prepared and make sure she got away with it.

Zack: Tactically good thinking on Mel’s part but I can’t recall a single time where this did not end badly for the perpetrator.

Lily walks towards her, but as she does, she is grabbed by Mel and lifted, who then drops her with an atomic drop. Lily stands, clearly in a bit of pain from the drop only to be on the receiving end of a roundhouse which sends her staggering to the side. Mel grabs her around the hair and once again drops to a knee, this time smashing the blonde’s face against her knew. Again Lily stands, and takes a moment to get herself back together. By that point however Mel has stood up again and hooks Lily, dropping her with a vertical suplex and into a cover.

Valerie: Mel really got her groove going there, but I’m not sure a cover this early is going to work.

ONE!

SHOULDER!

Zack: Far too early for a cover. Pure cockiness on Mel’s part there.

Maybe predictably, Lily shoots the shoulder up and she gives Mel a “really?” expression before getting to her feet, but then has to roll out of the way of a Mel who was sliding towards her. Because of this, the brunette goes sliding out of the ring and lands on the mats outside. She gets up and turns quickly though, and as she gets into the ring she’s met with a boot to the face thanks to Lily, which sends her back outside. She falls against the barriers and for a moment, apparently slightly dazed...just sits there. It’s not until she sees that count that she gets to her feet and back into the ringm where Lily is waiting for her. Lily comes at her and immediately puts an elbow in the Brazilian’s head, knocking her back. She does this until she has Me in a corner, where she then rails the Unity Champion with a chop, the impact of which can be heard around the arena.

Zack: That’s going to be one hell of a bruise in the morning! Especially if Lily keeps going with chops like that!

Mel yelps as a second chop batters off her chest, and then a third. After a fourth, the blonde steps back and charges at Mel, rattling her head with a running knee lift, Shifting herself so that she’s on the middle buckle, Lily takes hold of Mel by the head and hops backwards off the ropes, bringing Mel with her and dropping her with a facebuster! Rolling Mel over, she goes for the cover!

ONE!


TWO--NO!

Valerie: I’d still argue that it was too early for a cover, but that was some series from Lily there, and the impact form that facebuster was something else.

Fisk waves off the count, spotting Mel’s foot on the bottom rope. Lily nods and gets to her feet, pulling Mel with her. Mel pushes off and reaches for Lily, pulling her into a bearhug. However, mostly because there’s so little in height between the pair, she doesn’t quite manage to get it locked in. Lily gets herself out of it, and ducks the swinging fist that’s coming her way. Mel catches herself from overbalancing, but not before Lily moves in behind her and drops her with a belly to back suplex. The two get back to their feet and take a couple of steps back from each other, neither one making a move. Eventually, Mel makes a move, sells, Lily the dummy and goes the other way, where she’s then able to scoop Lily up and drop her with a powerslam!

Zack: Mel trying to get back in control here but it seems Lily has a counter going here for her….until the powerslam anyway.

Valerie: Lily is quick and sharp as a tack, so it’s not really surprising to see she’s nipping about like this. Most of the time anyway.

Lily takes a bounce off the mat and Mel pulls her up, sending an uppercut into her jaw once she’s there. Lily steps back and shakes her head but she’s not quite out of Mel’s reach where so that she can then grab the blonde and throw her overhead, dropping her with a suplex. Rolling Lily to her back, she goes to lock in a camel clutch, but Lily’s definite speed advantage slides her out from between Mel’s legs and to her feet. This time, Mel doesn’t quite keep her balance but lands on her hands to stop herself from falling over. She gets to her feet and turns, only to be met with a boot to the face that sends her sprawling back to the mat. Lily then pulls Mel into the middle of the ring and locks her in her inverted cloverleaf!

Zack: And Lily has the Pretender locked in, dead centre of the ring!

Mel yells from the pain the hold has her in, and looks around her desperately for a way out, up to and including trying to unwind herself from the hold. Not seeing an exit anywhere nearby, she taps.

Maggie: Here is you winner by way of submission, LILY-ROSE!

Zack: Lily-rose has come away tonight with a much needed win! The wind in the Storm’s sails has died a little tonight, you can feel it from here!

Valerie: It likely has. I’ll probably find out in a couple days. Very well done to Lily--

Lily rolls off of the hold as Fisk raises her hand. But as she goes to celebrate her win [also when Valerie is interrupted], she’s met with a brutal elbow from behind! The crowd jeers loudly as she collapses to the mat, where behind her stands Sophia Pike!

Valerie: And Sophia Pike out to wreck it for her!

Zack: The woman with a vendetta against Future Shock is taking out the first graduate!

Sophia, ignoring the reaction she’s getting, hauls Lily up to her feet and drops her again, this time with her Emerald City Flowsion, and locks in the Space Needle for effect!

Zack: That is far more than is necessary there.

Valerie: Way, way more. But that’s Sophia’s style. Do what you need to get attention...then do a little bit more for added effect.

Lily screams while Fisk demands that Sophia get off her, which she ignores. At that moment however security come down to the ring and pull her off. The Emerald City Siren shoves the security off her and she stands at the bottom of the ramp, where Lily has gotten herself to her feet. Lily comes to the ropes and shouts at Sophia to come again, but Sophia declines and backs up the ramp.

Zack: This was a big win for Lily tonight, pity it was ruined by Sophia! You can bet she’s not going to be happy and no one would blame her!

Valerie: I certainly wouldn’t be! And you know that somewhere, Zoey Adler has watched this match and is making notes like no one else. But congrats to Lily, tainted as it might now be.

On the image of an angered Lily, we go elsewhere.







Cody & the Car Bomb

The gorilla position is the next place we see as the cameras catch a pink haired young woman talking to a stocky brunette. The live crowd immediately recognizes Riley & her manager, Quinn. The manager is clearly trying to pump her up before her upcoming match.  And by pump her up the term ‘annoying’ had no meaning for Quinn. Patting Riley on the head, whispering in her ear and, yes, slapping her butt. Of course that just got a glare from the larger of the two and Quinn chuckled.

Quinn: C’mon Riot, you got this. Destiny Campbell is scary but you’re a human tank. A TANK. You know what Tanks do to crazy people? Same thing as everything else. SQUUUAAAASSSH!  Just try not to get bitten, stabbed, or electrocuted, kay? Kay.

Riley just stared at her manager a moment, getting pumped up despite the bright haired woman’s odd methods.

Riley: You really need to work on your pep talks Quinn.

Voice: I’ve heard better myself…

That would be the voice of the COO as he headed into the shot, smiling at the pair and offering to  shake hands.

Cody: Good luck, I know your match is next. So I won’t keep you long, just wanted to see what you wanted to do about Relentless. As far as I’m concerned, you deserve an opportunity against Emma to earn a Ultraviolence Championship match. You were phenomenal in Global Wars with Muirne! The match will still happen, the difference is I’ll either pick the type or you can.

Riley was taken aback a little, she wasn’t so used to talking to the higher ups in person. Quinn almost went to shake his hand for her but Riley swatted it away, giving her manager a look.

Riley: Much thanks, Bossman. I ain’t known to be much of a team player till then, was nice to work with Muirne an’ show up the doubters. But see now you gotta give me ideas an’ ya never give an Irishwoman ideas right before a fight.

Quinn: It’s like a rule or something made up when drunk, probably the latter.

Cody: I wanted to give you the heads up on what it will be if I pick the match type. And if I pick it, it’s going to be under Last Woman Standing rules. But if you want to use the contract on it, we’ll make it what you want. Totally up to you.

Riley: I appreciate it bossman, really do. And I’ll be givin’ you that answer right quick too. Just first I gotta see a lass ‘bout an’ ass kickin’. If you catch my drift. Clearer heads after a pint of Guinness an’ a knocked out looney.

Cody: Of course, just let me know when you decide. Good luck against Destiny!

From there, we head to ringside.
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Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to finish.

The arena lights pulse and Confrontation by Otep hits the speakers, and moment later Arya Quinn hops out with megaphone in hand. Shouting out to get the crowd pumped Quinn is joined by the Wrestling Cannonball herself, Riley Riot. Riley looks at Quinn and chuckles as the loudmouthed girl shouts “RIOT OR WE RIOT”  as they both make their way down to the ring.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Kildare, Ireland....this is RILEY RIOT!!!!

Riley climbed into the ring, leaving Quinn outside to cheer her on. The Irishwoman walks to the ropes and steps onto the middle rope, holding up one arm with a shout as the crowd cheers. Riley hops off and grins as she loosens up in her corner.

Zack: Well we just found out that Riley’s not decided entirely on whether she’s going to use her Pick Your Poison contract yet, but she has other things to think about right now anyway.

Mai: She really does. If her mind is on anything other than the woman she’s about to meet, she’s going to get her clock cleaned. That...sounds like a good idea actually!

The entire arena is engulfed in light, as the titantron, headlights, basically every light and board in the arena turns white, and a distorted sound of a bell is heard, followed by the piercing sound of wind. Dry ice smoke fills up the aisle between the gorilla and the ring, and "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit starts playing. In from the back comes the Ultraviolence Champion, Destiny Campbell, her head hanging low, letting her hair cover her face, as she makes her way down the entrance ramp. She slowly walks her way to the ring showing absolutely no emotion other than sadism and pleasure, seemingly uninterested in the audience's reaction to her presence... Which is silence.

Maggie: And her opponent... From the Beyond... DESTINY CAMPBELL!

As she reaches the ring apron, she slowly crawls into the ring, and does her usual preparation ritual, as she takes off her gloves and her hoodie, and then goes to her knees and opens her arms wide, looking to the sky as if she were talking to the heavens. The lights and screens slowly come back one by one as a smile creeps up her face, joined by a mad chuckle. She then looks directly into her opponent's eyes/the entrance aisle with a hungry, empty stare, and slowly brings herself to her feet, before letting her arms fall.

Mai: You couldn’t pay me to want to take a trip through whatever goes through the mind of Destiny Campbell on a regular basis.

Zack: Would you believe she’s the mayor of a town in Illinois? Note to self: I’m not going to be visiting there.

Maggie leaves the ring as referee Stephen Wilson calls for the bell and Riley charges from her corner, as if a starter pistol has sounded, looking to drop Destiny with a clothesline as she makes her way to the centre of the ring. Ducking under Riley’s arm, Destiny uses the ropes behind to bounce off, looking for a clothesline of her own, only for Riley to drop her like a rock with a running lariat. Riley pulls Destiny back to her feet and fires her across for the ride, catching her as she rebounds with a spinning back elbow to the jaw that sends her stumbling backwards. Riley is immediately on her unloading with straight right hands to her head one after another before grabbing Destiny’s arm to whip her chest first into the opposite corner. Destiny is quick to turn and pull herself back out, but Riot is straight back on her to deliver a flurry of forearm shots into her chest, to drive her back again.  

Zack: Riley is out of the starter blocks and straight on the offensive, she’s not giving Destiny any chance to recover, let alone retaliate.

Destiny tries to get her bearings and push herself away from the corner, but Riley fires her across to the far turnbuckle where she crashes hard, chest first, before Riley takes off after her to deliver a running splash  to her back. Campbell crumples to her knees as the Columbus crowd get behind Riot. As Destiny starts to pull herself back up with the help of turnbuckle, Riot charges in behind her with an elbow strike into the middle of her back, before she spins the clearly dazed Campbell  around, and scoops her up, with some difficulty because of the obvious size difference and drops her rather clumsily, into a rib breaker across her knee. As Destiny crashes to the canvas holding her ribs, Riot makes her way to the ropes and climbs up onto the top. The Irish woman launches herself off for flying splash but Destiny pulls her knees up and Riley crashes hard against them.

Mai: This is why you don’t go to the top rope!

Zack: No risk, no reward and if Destiny didn’t lift her knees we could very well have been seeing an early pin.

Riley rolls off onto the canvas, holding her abdomen, as Destiny takes the opportunity to roll away. Using the ropes Campbell pulls herself back to her feet, holding her ribs and taking the chance to catch her breath. Having gathered her bearings, Destiny pulls Riot up to her feet and straight away delivers three European uppercuts to her jaw, which rock the smaller woman backwards. As Riley tries to keep her balance, Destiny clobbers her with a series of forearm smashes to back her into the corner. Taking a few steps back, she attempts to catch Riot with a bicycle kick but Riley side steps out of the way causing Campbell to kick the turnbuckle. Riley catches hold of her and rolls her up from behind in a small package. Wilson gets into position to count.
Zack: Destiny briefly managed to get some licks in, but Riley could have the win signed, sealed and delivered with this small package.  

ONE!!!

NOOOOO!!!

Mai: She’s going to need a bigger package than that.

Destiny kicks out well before the two and Riley quickly gets back to her feet, before she pulls Campbell up and shoves her back into the corner they were just in. She aims an elbow strike at the taller woman’s chest but Destiny drops her shoulder and tackles Riot into the ropes, clearly frustrated. Running to the opposite side Destiny bounces off of the ropes and delivers a vicious bicycle kick to Riley’s jaw which drops her like a sack of bricks.

Zack: Second attempt at the Bicycle Kick for Destiny and Riley had no chance of avoiding it this time.

Destiny drags her back to her feet, and fires her into the far side ropes. Trying to stop herself from rebounding, Riley grabs hold of the top rope but Destiny follows quickly behind her and delivers a big boot to the back of her head, causing her to slump slightly over the rope. Gathering herself quickly following the boot, Campbell begins to fire forearms into the Irish native’s back. Completely ignoring the boos from the crowd she snaps her arms around Riot’s waist and takes her down to the canvas with a bridging German suplex.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

Riley forces out managing to catch Destiny in the side of the head with her foot as she does. Giving her head a little shake, Campbell looks furious as she gets back to her feet and pulls Riot up by the arm before hooking the Irish native’s head and lifting her up for a snap suplex. Riley lands with a thud and Destiny follows her down, but instead of going for the cover she takes hold of Riley’s elbow and twists it. Placing her knee into the small of her back, Destiny twists harder on the elbow causing Riley to shout out in pain. Wilson drops down to ask Riley if she wants to give in and gets an immediate no in response, much to the delight of the Ohio fans.

Mai: She should just tap now and save us all the pain.

Zack: I don’t think that’s going to happen, she just needs to find some way to get herself free from Destiny’s grasp.

Mai: Tapping would do that.

As Riley tries to inch forwards towards the ropes, Destiny tightens her grip and twists harder, gaining another shout from Riley. Wilson asks again if she wants to give in and the Irish native shakes her head, no, before continuing in her attempt to reach the ropes. Her face contorts with pain as Destiny twists as hard as she can. Wilson asks again for the third time and Riley considers for a moment, before shaking her head in the negative once more. With a grunt of exertion Riley inches herself forwards, dragging Destiny with her and stretches out her arm as far as she can, Wilson calls for the break as Riley barely manages to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope.

Zack: It’s taken nearly everything she’s got but Riley’s managed to get hold of the bottom rope. Not that it’s bringing her much relief yet as Destiny’s still got hold of that elbow.

Wilson tells Destiny to release Riley but she just smirks and keeps twisting, only letting go once Wilson reaches a count of four. Finally free, Riley cradles her tortured elbow as she pulls herself up into a seated position against the ropes. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Destiny pulls Riot up and spins her around to lock her arms around her waist. Riot lands on the canvas with a thud as Destiny throws her over with a German suplex.

Mai: A perfect German suplex from Destiny.

Destiny pulls Riley back up again and this time puts her into a front facelock position, looking for a single knee facebuster, but Riley has other ideas and stamps down hard onto her foot, shocking the taller woman into loosening her grip. With the loosened grip, Riley manages to pull herself free and lunges forward to deliver a headbutt which knocks Destiny onto the back foot. With the crowd on their feet supporting her, Riley throws a flurry of clubbing forearms into Destiny’s chest, backing her into the corner.

Zack: Destiny was looking for the Iconoclastia but Riley managed to free herself and send Destiny back into the corner. If she can keep her there, she could take home the victory tonight.

Looking like a woman possessed, Riley keeps up her onslaught of forearms and throws a knee into Destiny’s gut which bends her double. Seeing her opportunity, Riley follows with a second knee, straight to Destiny’s head and she slumps down to the mat. As Destiny sits against the corner, Riley takes off towards the ropes, coming back with velocity before leaving her feet to deliver a cannonball senton into Destiny’s body. Campbell slumps forwards onto the mat and Riot drops down to roll her over, then hooks the far leg for the cover as Wilson drops down besides them to make the count.

Mai: Cannonball senton, and this could be it, finally.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Wilson calls for the bell as Riley sits up with a smile on her face. Arya enters the ring to join her and steadies her as she gets back up to her feet. .

Maggie: The winner, via pinfall…...RILEY RIOT!!

Zack: Riley’s managed to pick up the three count after a match that really could have gone either way.  

Arya raises one of Riley’s hands while Wilson raises the other, to cheers from the crowd. As Destiny sits up looking pissed, Arya and Riley leave the ring and make their way back up the ramp. With that, we cut elsewhere.




Fight Forever?

The fans are eagerly awaiting the next contest here in the Nationwide Arena as the buzz through the crowd is high and passionate. They all seem to be enjoying themselves, or atleast they were until “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde began to play.

Onto the stage step the FFW Champion Nevaeh Summers, dressed in black ankle boots, blue,ripped jeans, a white blouse, and black sports coat as the FFW Championship is cradled in her arm. Next to her stands her manager Silas Mason, who is dressed in his customary suit and cowboy hate. Both hear the boos the crowd is greeting them with, but yet they both seem very happy.

They begin heading down to the ring with a bounce in their step. Eventually they get into the ring as Silas looks at Maggie Rourke with a smile and asks for the microphone. She hands it over to him as he takes it and looks out to the crowd, beaming. Nevaeh also looks out to them and is laughing. They soon look at one another and shrug their shoulders as Silas raises the microphone to his mouth

Silas: What's with the sour mood Columbus? Me and Baby Peach can't understand why anyone would be upset with what we have going on tonight. For in the main event of this very show we're gonna have two of the hardest working women in the industry today. Do you not all understand what this means? It means here in one corner where gonna have a woman who many say is the toughest competitor in FFW ever, The...

Silas seemed to show signs of amusement as he tried to get through with his statement

Silas: ..”Instant Classic” herself Caroline Dallins. And opposite her will be a woman who has garnered some significant wins over the past year. A woman who no longer claims to be a Tsunami, but is all about the fight. Yes Eileen Amaro will be standing in this ring going toe ta toe with Caroline Dallins. Damn just saying that gives me goosebumps. How bout you Nevaeh?

Nevaeh, still smiling, now gestured up and down her arm as if to verify she too was feeling the same way. Thw crowd booed them as Silas let out a laugh as he continued talking

Silas: Oh yeah we're truly excited ta see these two clash. These are two of the top talents in FFW today, not THE top talent, but still very, very good. And yes them being best of friends does add that extra element to it. We all saw what happened at When Worlds Collide. Eileen was sooo determined to send a message to Nevaeh here that she damn near brutalized her own best friend. That is what Eileen was willing ta do and hey we got the message. Eileen wanted to show she was the better woman between the two. She wanted to show that she was gonna do whatever it took to become FFW Champion.

Silas softly shook his head as he was still smiling

Silas: I'm sure you and Barabbas really felt that was gonna work, but there seems to be some hitches in the master scheme there Eileen. One of them being that your temper sweetheart always gets ya into a pickle. Like how yer involved in this match, a match we're sure ya were ever counting on being again for quite some time. Ya did it ta yerself cause of yer temper. Caroline, being such a great friend, did what she did ta save yer title match...

Silas again turned to Nevaeh

Silas: Ain't that just the sweetest thing Nevaeh. What a friend that Caroline is, huh?

Nevaeh now seemed emotional as she patted her chest a few times. The crowd was booing through all of this, but Silas wasn't phased one bit as he looked back at them.

Silas: Don't ya get it people? Do ya realize what yer gonna see here tonight? Two women who trained together, fought together..and against one another. Who consider themselves ta be sisters are stepping into this ring ta battle one more time and there is so much on the line. Ya got Eileen who wants ta keep her winning ways going, who wants to try and show yer FFW Champion that she truly is next in line. Facing off against a woman who has made it know she wants back in the FFW title picture. And who else doesn't seem too pleased that she was made a message out of. What yer gonna see tonight won't be a wrestling match, no this is gonna be a battle. This won't be a one sided massacre like Clemson did to Ohio State in the Fiesta Bowl, oh no...

That brought out a violent response from the crowd with thunderous boos. Silas stood there, acting like he didn't know what he did wrong? He looked at Nevaeh who also threw her hands into the air. The boos soon turned into a more derogatory chant, which amused the Texan

Silas: Hey now ya mad at the wrong guy? I ain't the one who didn't show up and choked? That was Urban Meyer and yer boys. But like I was saying this battle between Eileen and Caroline is gonna one for the ages. Remember this day ladies and gentlemen cause it's gonna go down in history and that''s why me and Nevaeh are here. We weren't gonna miss out on such a night. Ain't that right Baby Peach?

Silas now handed the microphone over to Nevaeh as the crowd was still very much hostile. She looked around with a straight face before speaking up

Nevaeh: Ok, simmer down now your FFW Champion has something she wants to say

This only drew their ire more, causing Nevaeh to shake her head

Nevaeh: Ugh, rude. Ya know what that seems to be a theme for me this past week. Here I was, the good sport that I am, going on twitter the past week and wishing both Caroline and Eileen the best. Giving them encouragement for this match tonight and what did I get? I got hostility. Maybe it was due to them feeling inferior to me? Maybe it was them knowing that this was a big match and whoever lost was gonna be dealt a big blow mentally. See all of you truly don't understand how this works. How every match means so much. Take Eileen for instance. She is so determined to try and beat me, to show she's better, but what happens if she loses here tonight? She's gonna start doubting herself. She's gonna start wondering what is it really gonna take to get to the top. Cause Caroline in this ring.....she is extremely tough. Some would even say she;s great. Having go through the wars with her I know what she is all about. But with that said I'm the one here FFW Champion because I bested Caroline. I'm at the tippy top of FFW. So yeah Eileen would know how far she'd have to go if she lost tonight.

Nevaeh now held up a finger

Nevaeh: On the flipside though Caroline knows what's at stake as well. She wants another shot at my title. She wants to be known as “The Woman” once more. But if she loses tonight she might slide further down the line and have to wait even longer. That would suck so bad you don't even know it.

Nevaeh now grabbed her title and slung it over her shoulder. She looked at it for a moment before looking back out at the audience.

Nevaeh: EVERYBODY wants to be able to fight for my title. Everybody wants their shot cause in their mind that's all they need. Just one sot to be able to take it. Eileen and Caroline certainly feel that way. But winning this match tonight means so much to the both of them and their futures. That's why me and Silas know these two are gonna do everything they can to win. That's the name of the game: winning! And we got a strong feeling that these two will not stop till the other can't move anymore. Hell they might fight forever....

Nevaeh soon paused and smiled as if she had just gotten an idea.

Nevaeh: Hey that actually fits doesn't it. So later tonight when they're battling out how bout we get a big “Fight Forever” chant going huh? Just like this....“Fight For-Ever”

Nevaeh then began to clap in a rhythmic fashion.

Nevaeh: “Fight For-Ever

She, along with Silas now did the clapping as the crowd booed them once more. Nevaeh just smiled as she looked out to the crowd

Nevaeh: They'll love and appreciate it so much. This battle is gonna be awesome, so much so that I am gonna be right here at ringside to take it all in. I don't want to miss anything that happens because I want to find out something very important...

Nevaeh now stopped looking at the crowd and right at the camera

Nevaeh:..I want to find out who really wants to win this match more. Who wants to prove that they are the better woman. I really can't wait to find out. See this is highly debatable, unlike at Relentless when we all know who the better woman already is

Nevaeh grabbed her title and held it close, smirking as she did

Nevaeh: Good luck ladies...don't disappoint us

Nevaeh now dropped the microphone to the mat and held the FFW Championship into the air. The crowd booed as loud as they could while Silas applauded her.
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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.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring…Hailing from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California…standing at an impressive 6 foot 6 and weighing two hundred and thirty pounds. She is the “Titaness of Destruction”…

ISIS MORALES!!!!!!

As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain. Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, the spotlight following her on their way to the ring.

Once she climbs up to the apron of the ring, Isis faces the crowd and looks menacingly at them. 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 coat and gives it to the ring attendant. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before settling in the corner of the ring as they wait for her opponent.

Zack: This series continues between Ascension and ScarFair as we have Raquel and Isis squaring off in singles action next.

Mai: Not that it matters, I think we both know Isis is gonna flatten Raquel here.

“HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?! BAD THINGS COME IN TWOS,
BUT I NEVER KNEW... ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS!”


Maggie: From Berkeley, California she weighs in tonight at 120 pounds and is accompanied by Mickey Scarborough and Christian Kincaid... This is your REIGNING, DEFENDING (Division) Champion... RAQUEL FAIR!

“Every single day, things get in my way. Someone has to pay, for the little things.”

As “The Little Things” plays throughout the stands, the crowd begins cheering like crazy. Under the haze of yellow and pink lights flooding the arena, Raquel steps out at the top of the ramp, arms crossed over her chest with her title on her shoulder. She’s joined by Mickey who carries a ladder to the ring and Christian. Raquel stares into the camera and yells “Ready or not, frog suits!” Fair rolls in the ring as her theme song continues. She climbs up a top turnbuckle, raising her belt to hype the crowd before turning away and strolling to her corner.

Zack: You have to admit that the Fair have been doing well, holding the Tornado titles the longest since it's inception.

Mai: Sure, they won the belts the same time as the BSX did back at U6, but come on, BSX had to deal with RUDOS, that ruins anybody's time as champ!

The bell rings and Raquel ducks out of the way of a charging Isis Morales, who puts her boot on the turnbuckles to stop herself from going full force into the turnubuckles. Raquel hits the amazon with a dropkick that sends her into the corner anyway, and as Morales falls into the turnbuckles Fair grabs Isis' hair and pulls on it to yank Isis out the corner and to the ground. Isis rolls onto her stomach, allwoing Raquel to stomp her back down to the mat as she gets on all fours. The crow cheers for Raquel, who waits a brief moment for Isis to get back on her feet, then goes for a discus clothesline...that Isis doesn't budge from. Instead the giantess delivers a spinning back fist...that Raquel also ducks under. Raquel spins Isis around and kicks her midsection, causing her to double over and allowing Raquel to lock her into a side headlock. Isis pushes Raquel forward into the ropes, causing Fair to bounce back off them and rush at Isis for a shoulder tackle...that again doesn't make her budge, but Raquel hits her in the face with repeated forearms before grabbing her by the head and rolling her over her shoulder with a snapmare. Raquel bounces for the ropes in front of Isis, coming back with a stiff knee to Morales' forehead. Raquel goes for a cover.

Zack: Raquel has it going well early on in this competition, and she's aiming for a pin after a knee to Isis' head.

Mai: Yeah like that'll hold her down.

ONE!

TW-

Mai: Tolja.

Isis shoves Raquel away from her, and half of the Tornado champions gets back to her feet as she waits for Isis to stand up. Fair rushes at her with a spinning heel kick, but Isis catches her leg in time. This allows the amazon to grab Raquel by the throat, and lift her up into a modified chokeslam! Isis grins and puts her boot over Raquel's chest as a means of pinning her down.

ONE!

TWO!

Raquel gets her shoulder up.

Zack: Isis is getting a little too cocky too early in this fight.

Mai: I dunno, I'd think keeping my boot down on the enemy would make them think twice about getting up. Might leave a hole in their stomach.

Isis grabs Raquel by the hair and tosses her off the floor and across the ring. Raquel rolls to her knees and grabs at her head where Isis pulled at her hair, and sees Isis coming for her again. Raquel tries to sneak through Isis' legs, but the amazon grabs her by the collar of her top and stands her up. Isis then delivers a hard slap across Raquel's chest, sending her back into the ropes. The Tornado champion comes back off the ropes, only for Isis to lift her up and slam her down with a spinebuster. Isis stays on top for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Raquel manages to get her shoulder up again.

Zack: One more try for a pinfall and Raquel still manages to get out of it.

Mai: Nuts to her, that spinebuster should've literally busted hr spin! Why call it that otherwise?

Isis stomps down on Raquel numerous times before grabbing her by the arm and whipping her off the mat and into the nearest corner. Morales charges at Raquel, and squashes her against the turnbuckles to knock the wind out of her! Fair stumbles out of the corner, only for Isis to smash her elbow down atop her head several times. Isis lifts Raquel over the top of her head, holding her high for a gorilla press...but Raquel struggles her way out of Isis' grasp, putting Morales into a sleeper hold! She keeps Isis in the hold long enough to kick at her back knees, then shove Isis into the corner. Fair backs up enough before getting a running start, hitting Isis with a leg lariat, then watches as Isis collapses to a seated position in the corner.

Zack: I think Raquel has Isis right where she wants her!

Raquel backs up again, charging at Isis and rolling forward into a senton splash against the seated amazon. Raquel tugs at Isis' leg to keep her away from the ropes and out of the corner, then hooks the leg for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Mai: HA! Wasted too much time getting her out of that corner.

Isis gets her shoulder up, then uses her fist to punch down onto Raquel's head. This causes Fair to grab at her head, allowing Isis to get back to her feet. Isis goes off the ropes and comes at the downed Raquel with a leg drop to her throat, and goes for another pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

A kickout by Raquel that time. Isis grabs Fair by the arm again and throws her into the corner, but Raquel manages to hop on time and her momentum lets her get to the top rope, seeing Isis walk over and gives her the chance to try fro a diving somersault seated senton...and it pays off! Raquel stays on top of Isis for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Zack: Raquel taking the lead back in this fight, but it's still not enough to keep Isis down.

Isis throws her off again. Morales looks to be a little on the pissed side now, watching as Raquel gets back to her feet. Angrily the giantess stomps to her feet, and grabs Raquel to scoop her onto her shoulder, putting her back down with a Michinoku driver that causes Raquel to land a bit awkwardly. Isis goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-?!

Mai: THREE! Wait, what?

Zack: Did Isis break up her own pin...?

Isis pulls Raquel's shoulder up, grinning wickedly. She picks Raquel up again, and hits Fair with a muscle buster before going for another pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-?

Isis laughs to herself as she gets Raquel's shoulder up again.

Zack: Again, she's moving Raquel's arm off the mat. That smile tells me she just wants to do it for her own amusement!

Standing Raquel upright, Isis points at her before going off the ropes and coming back with a vicious clothesline to Fair that almost turns her inside out! Isis goes for another pin after that.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-!

Again Isis breaks her own count as she laughs, clearly having fun with toying around with Raquel.

Zack: This is ridiculous, Raquel's had enough of this!

Mai: No no, keep it going, this is fun!

Deciding she's had her fun now, Isis hoists the out of it Raquel onto her shoulders, signalling for the end with the Voyage to Armageddon...but is stopped by Mickey Scarborough, who rushes the ring and slides inside to clip at Isis' knees!

Zack: And Raquel's tag partner Mickey has had enough! Like it or not she had to stop this for her own partner's safety!

Mai: Aw, but it was just getting good...

DING DING DING

Maggie: The winner of this match by disqualification...ISIS MORALES!

Mickey checks on Raquel as she rolls off Isis' shoulders and to the ground, then leers at the tall Latin woman as she gets to her feet. Mickey stomps down at Isis, jabbing at her face as the redhead starts to get to her feet. Isis begins to trade those blows with Mickey, but Scarborough isn't having any of it as she kicks at Isis' midsection more than once. Mickey then fakes out for a superkick before going at Isis' knee, bringing her down to Scarborough's level.

Zack: One Medicine Hat Mixer, coming up!

Mickey prepares to finish it off, but coming from behind her is Valentina Lozano, who spears Mickey down to the ground, much to the dismay of the booing crowd. Valentina looks to say something the cameras can't pick up, and she helps Isis to her feet and signals for something before picking Mickey back up.

Mai: Yes! Valentina making the save for Isis!

Zack: As if Isis really needed it.

Mai: When things turn two on one against your partner, sure!

Zack: This is Isis we're talking about...

Valentina shoves Mickey into Isis' waiting arms, holding Scarborough in position for a German Suplex. Lozano then delivers a superkick to Mickey's jaw, the force of that allowing Isis to deliver a crushing German on Mickey!

Mai: One Superkick-plex later and Mickey is out like a light! I love it!

Zack: Ascension may be standing dominant tonight after Isis won only by DQ, but I have my doubts ScarFair are going to forget about this one.

Valentina points at and mocks Mickey while Isis flips her hair back, the Ascension standing tall over Scarborough Fair as we fade to the next segment.



Chance Meetings

The camera next follows a quite cautious brunette as she moves through the corridors backstage at the Nationwide Arena. As she comes to a corner, she peers around in both directions to check for something or someone. As the camera pulls around, we see that it’s Scarlett Silver. The brunette keeps moving, brushing past assistants and even the timekeeper she was sitting on Future Shock recently. She ignores them all till she’s about to turn the next corner, and finds herself face to face with the Ultraviolence Champion. Scarlett peers around her quickly before giving Emma her attention. Emma looks at Scarlett, giving her a funny look...apparently she saw her being careful.

Emma: What’s got your back up?

Scarlett: Nothing wrong with being a little cautious sometimes, I think. For some reason, a certain orange haired someone on the roster has it in for me. I have no idea why!

Emma arches an eyebrow this time.

Emma: You sure about that? Must admit if someone kicked me in the crotch without a reason, I’d be on a warpath too.

Scarlett has another look around and behind her, before looking back to Emma with an almost puzzled look on her face.

Scarlett: Come on, that was weeks ago, she should be over it by now. Besides, I had a perfectly good reason for doing it…. She was boring me to tears!

Emma nods slightly.

Emma: ...I’ll give you that. Besides her love of mythology and orange hair, she is pretty boring. At least when you hear her speak. And maybe a little predictable. How often must someone shake ropes and scream before her opponents don’t start to notice a pattern?

Scarlett: Exactly, you see, you get it! Everyone was making such a big fuss out of her, when they should have been acknowledging the fact they’d signed me. I’m a lot more interesting than her...and I kinda proved it that night. I really can’t be blamed for that, yet she’s taken it rather personally by the looks of things.

Emma: No, no, of course you can’t. And I’m sure there are plenty of people who will say you made things certainly more interesting. What was she going to talk about? How honoured she was to be called up or something? Some honour when you wait over a month to say anything.

Scarlett: Does she actually speak? Can she? I don’t really remember hearing a word out her, just incoherent grunts and the like. I did the fans and everyone else a favour, but do I get credit? Nope. I’m the victim here, if you really think about it.

Emma: That’s what we get when we try to do things that help in the long run. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, like many others, she has an opinion of herself that just doesn’t hold up.

She pauses a for a second, as though thinking about something.

Emma: I’ll tell you what. If you like, I’ll stick about for a bit. Harder to take down two people than it is one.

The brunette looks behind her again, then turns back with a smile.

Scarlett: I like that idea, you know what, you’re okay you. The smartest one I’ve met here so far.

As the pair headed off, we cut to a commercial for Relentless.

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We head back to the ring as Maggie awaits with the microphone, while referee Kevin Fisk steps between the ropes for the next match.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FFW Fast Track Championship!

Zack: It’s title match time here in Columbus as the Fast Track Champion makes her first defense since winning the title against Bianca Salvador.

Mai: Yeah, she better hope this one goes better than the last time she was in the ring with Bianca. You know what happened there, she and Andi coughed up the Unity titles.

The lights dim just before “Heavy” by The Glorious Sons starts playing throughout the arena.

Come heavy or don't come at all,
You leave your piece at home that's your call,
It never paid to be merciful,
Come heavy or don't come at all


The lights come up as the music rises and Ruby Tyler bursts through the curtain, running down the ramp and high-fiving fans along the way.

Come heavy or don't come at all,
Been here before and watched a better man fall
I smell the fear on you boy
Come heavy or don't come at all


Maggie: From Barstow, California, weighing in at one hundred thirty-five pounds, she is the Huntress, RUBY! TYLER!

Tossing her jacket aside, Ruby turns to face the crowd and pumps her fist in the air before sliding underneath the bottom rope, grinning as she heads to her corner and climbs the turnbuckle, her head bobbing as the chorus plays out. Once the music fades, she hops down and turns, waiting for her opponent.

Zack: Since she arrived last December, Ruby Tyler has been nothing but impressive. She’s undefeated, already 3-0. But if she can go for 4 tonight, she’ll leave with the gold.

Mai: She has had some success obviously, but being in championship matches in FFW on any level are always going to be a challenge. I think Kaoru may be her toughest opponent.

[The arena cuts to darkness, except for the video screen, which flickers up the 'Indian Head' Please Stand By test pattern, and for a moment the PYOO~ of the test tone. As the 'slide' that was shown on gets pushed to the side by a blank one, we hear the voice of our star.]

"Let's go."

[The opening riff of the "Fallout 4 Theme", redone by Evil Ducky starts. Timed with the 3 bass notes, 3 hot yellow lights shine down on center stage, forming a 'radioactive' symbol. Standing in the center of the light, is Kaoru Asaka, in her ring gear and a long pine green ring jacket, crouched and facing the entrance, watching her first name also come on screen, and standing up as the next line plays. When it gets to the next set of 3 bass notes, the lights turn off one by one, and her last name comes onto screen a syllable at a time. Then as the main melody and drums kick back up, Kaoru turns around, throwing her fist into the sky, the lights behind her one the stage all beaming bright yellow as she yells out to the crowd, and starts to head for the ring... even stopping to rock out and headbang with a group of fans along the way...]

Maggie:Coming to the ring..... Hailing from Akasaka ward, in Tokyo, Japan. Weighing in at 75 kilotons of power, she is the Nuclear Explosion of the Burning Star Express....

[Asaka runs and hops up onto the apron, hard cam side, climbing up the turnbuckles and raising her hands high.]

Atomic! Kaoru! Aaaaaaasaka!

[Kaoru pumps her fist again to the crowd before she hops down into the ring, running the ropes a few times before taking off her ring jacket and handing it to a ringside attendant.]

Zack: This past week, she and Andi left the Unity titles behind at Velocity. But Kaoru better have her full focus here, because Ruby will make her regret it if she doesn’t.

Mai: That goes for anyone. I’m sure Kaoru and Andi already had their pity party. Maybe even Andi was down enough to call Max Sato for some cuddling.

Fisk takes the title from Kaoru, and holds it overhead before handing it off to Maggie and calling for the bell. Both women meet in the center, shaking hands with one another out of respect before they lock up in the center of the ring. Ruby starts to push Kaoru back a few steps until Asaka counters behind her, snatching her around the waist. She looks to go for a belly to back suplex, but Ruby starts firing elbows into the side of her head. It wobbles Asaka for a moment, causing her to lose her grip before Tyler spins around towards her and takes her down with a belly to belly suplex instead. She quickly gets back to her feet, as does Kaoru. But Tyler is already on her, catching her with a running forearm to the mouth that backs her up a few steps. A second follows that before Ruby drops her with a neckbreaker.

Zack: A bit of a counter clinic to start this match, and Ruby Tyler has managed to knock Kaoru around here in the early moments.

Mai: Kaoru likes her suplexes, but surprise surprise that Ruby knows how to do a few of them too. And maybe a little better!

As the champion starts to get up, Ruby drops a leg across the back of her head before she yanks her up the rest of the way. A quick whip into the near corner, she follows her in with a running clothesline. Many of her fans recognized her alternating chop and punch combo to the head and body of Kaoru before she whipped her across to the far corner. Asaka barely stopped herself from colliding with it as Ruby darted right behind her, looking for a backstabber. But Kaoru grabbed the top rope with both hands, and Ruby dropped on the back of her head. Kaoru rubbed the back of her head for a moment before grabbing Ruby’s feet, and executing a double leg drop between her outstretched legs.

Zack: That’ll take some of the fire out of the challenger right there! Kaoru showed some excellent ring awareness, and let Ruby meet the mat in the process.

Mai: Ruby was taking too many risks. That wouldn’t have happened if she had punched her in the babymaker when the referee wasn’t looking.

Ruby started to get back to her feet, a little dazed before Kaoru spun her around and returned the favor from earlier with a belly to belly overhead suplex. Tyler started to rise again, only to catch a back suplex from Asaka. She didn’t get up as quickly this time before Kaoru was back up, and dropping repeated elbows into her chest. She jumped higher and higher into the air each time until six of them connected. The champion watched her started to get up again, and took off towards the ropes to rebound into a yakuza kick that dropped Tyler on the spot. Asaka dove on top of her, hooking the leg for the cover.

Zack: Vicious impact off the yakuza kick, and Kaoru’s looking to call it a night in Columbus!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!

Tyler kicked out at two, causing Kaoru to sit up on one knee and pelt her with elbows to the side of the head. She finally pulled her up to her feet into a Muay Thai clinch, and then began delivering knee lifts in succession before transitioning it into a butterfly suplex.

Mai: Kaoru looks like she has super bony knees, so Ruby probably thinks she’s getting nailed in the face with bricks...her partner’s favorite thing.

Ruby was slower to get up yet again as Kaoru waited till she was sitting before unleashing a series of stiff front kicks into her chest. Tyler absorbed four of them before Kaoru hit the near side ropes, delivering a basement dropkick into her chest to put her back down. Asaka headed for the corner, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside before aiming a diving headbutt. But Ruby rolled out of the way, causing her to hit the mat instead. The challenger got to her hands and knees, trying to get her wits about her before she got back to her feet.

Mai: It’s a good thing Kaoru landed on her face, she’s not going to make herself any less attractive at the very least.

Zack: Kaoru had it well in hand right up till the diving headbutt, but Ruby drained the pool! And now, the challenger has to get it together sooner than later.

Kaoru was not quick to get up, but when she did, Tyler grabbed her into position and executed a Northern Lights suplex into a bridge for the pin as Fisk dropped to count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mai: What she needed was a handful of tights, maybe a low blow before she tried for the suplex. Either way, it didn’t work out.

Kaoru kicked out after the two as Ruby had already begun trying to get to her feet again. She was clearly a little shaken still after all she’d absorbed. She pulled Kaoru up over her shoulder before taking off for the corner with a snake eyes that bounced Kaoru’s face off the turnbuckle. As Asaka stumbled backwards, Ruby bounced off the near side with a sling blade clothesline that put her on the mat again.

Zack: Ruby got some serious velocity for that clothesline, and Kaoru’s head wasn’t too far from potentially landing out here in front of us.

Tyler doubled back to the corner, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle from the inside...and then stepping up to the top after thinking it over. Kaoru began to rise, only for Ruby to leave her feet with a diving forearm smash to the jaw that flattened the champion. She quickly hooked the outside leg for the cover prior to Fisk dropping to make the count.

Zack: A diving forearm off the top all the way from Barstow! Ruby’s gonna pick up some gold!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

She glanced up to the referee, who only held up two fingers when Kaoru got her shoulder up in time. Rising slowly back to her feet, she watched as Kaoru began to do the same. And she quickly jerked her back into a rear naked choke and wrapped her legs around Kaoru’s body like an anaconda.

Mai: Another pinfall, another two count! Now that’s what I’m talking about, make her pass out! She can wrap her legs around me anytime!

Kaoru was quite animated as she felt the hold tightening around her, causing her to grab for anything she could. She rolled to one side, and was nowhere near the ropes. Ruby kept it applied tightly, trying to squeeze her in unconsciousness as Fisk checked to see if the champion wanted to quit. She didn’t offer a lot of response before he raised her arm, and let it fall. A second time got the same lack of response. When he went to do it a third time, Kaoru rolled into the other direction and kicked her feet around the bottom rope. Fisk asked for the break, which Ruby gave when she saw Kaoru’s feet around the bottom rope.

Zack: I was wondering if Kaoru had enough left in the tank to roll the other way. Ruby wisely tried to turn her in the other direction. But if it wasn’t for that rope, we’d have a new Fast Track Champion right now!

Mai: She should have dragged her towards the center, but Kaoru’s been around too long not to have a sense where she is at all times. But even so, I think Ruby’s closing in on the title.

Ruby glanced down to her knee, nodding her head as she headed towards the ropes. Kaoru began to stir again, once more rising slowly. As soon as she turned, Ruby charged towards her with her running knee to the face!

Zack: DEAD AIM!! Ohhh...maybe not!

Kaoru just barely ducked out of the way, causing Ruby to try to regain her balance. When she did, Kaoru grabbed her in an inverted facelock into a brainbuster! The crowd came to its feet as Kaoru immediately went for the cover!

Mai: ATOM’S GLOW!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as the live crowd showed both women plenty of appreciation. Kaoru sat up on her knees, gasping to catch her breath. The referee raised her hand in victory as she rose to her feet.

Mai: It was that close, Zack! Ruby was about a second off from becoming the new Fast Track Champion!

Zack: You got that right! Kaoru knows it too! Tell’em about it, Maggie!

Maggie: Here is your winner….AND STILL FFW Fast Track Champion…..’ATOMIC’ KAORU ASAKA!!!!

The referee handed her the championship, which she raised high above her head for a moment and then draped across her shoulder before offering Ruby a hand to help her up. Tyler looked a bit disappointed obviously, but took Kaoru’s hand to get back to her feet. The champion shook her hand, showing her the same respect at the end of the match as she did at the beginning.

Mai: Ugh, someone pass me some Mylanta! I was hoping she’d nail her with the title, and then teabag her when she was done!

Zack: Kaoru Asaka knows how close she came to losing that title tonight, and she’s showing Ruby Tyler all the respect in the world. Believe me, Ruby will be back for that title, whether it’s Kaoru or anyone else holding it! Lot of respect there, and I like to see it! Asaka has the first of four defenses in the bag, who’s next?!

Ruby raised Kaoru’s hand before Asaka thanked her, and headed for the corner to climb and raise her title high overhead as Breaking Point headed elsewhere.




Future Shock’s New Choke Artist

As the show heads to the back, there we catch the tail end of a conversation between Cody KIncaid and the Director of Future Shock, Adam Grant. As the two finish talking, Adam hands Cody a folder with some documents inside before the COO thanks him and heads in the other direction. The camera follows Adam though as he heads around the corner, and runs into Christian Kincaid and a woman he had never met before.

Christian: Hey, there’s the guy I have been looking for. What’s up, Adam?

Adam: Um, not much, Christian. Just handing off some paperwork to Cody, why were you looking for me?

Christian: I wanted to introduce you to your newest Prospect in Future Shock.

Adam looked a bit surprised at that, glancing from him to the platinum blonde standing beside him.

Adam: Her?

He pointed towards her as Christian nodded.

Christian: Absolutely! This is one of my former tag partners, and arguably the most successful one of the losers I used to team with. She and I were on top of the tag division in SVW a while back, I’m sure you know of Angel.

Angel gives Adam a small, courteous nod, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

Angel: And have been rather successful on my own since coming back...and even in previous runs in both SVW and other companies. Saying I’m the best of a bad bunch isn’t saying much considering the majority of them, unfortunately. A pleasure, Mr. Grant.

Christian: A couple were pretty decent, it’s just the majority I wasn’t a big fan of in hindsight.

The manager shook his head, and looked back to Adam who shook hands with Angel.

Adam: Well yes, I am more than familiar with her. I keep up with SVW obviously, a lot of talent here works there. But I guess the question, Angel, is you’ve already done a fair bit in your career. Why do you want to be a Prospect? I”m sure you could get hired onto the main roster without too much trouble.

Angel shrugs lightly.

Angel: I likely could, considering everything. However, I can’t help but feel that among all the talents you have among Future Shock, you lack something, or rather someone, who can not only rival Freya in experience, but potentially give more of it. I feel a little like the girls could always do with more ring-experienced prospects and that’s what I would like to do.

Adam: I see. Well I’m sure we can work--

Christian gave Adam a pat on the arm.

Christian: Oh, you don’t have to do a thing. I already ironed out the details with your Executive Assistant this week. She just said we had to get your stamp on it.

Adam seems a little surprised by this as well, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Adam: Okay. If you’ve already come to terms with Bri, then….I don’t see any issues with it. Welcome to Future Shock, Angel. I’ll finalize the paperwork next week.

This brings a smile to Christian’s face as he gives Adam another pat on the arm as the Director heads in the direction he was already going. Christian glanced back to Angel, and then her hands where she had her trusty piano wire tight between her hands.

Christian: I guess it’s time to make them choke on it?

Angel grinned, pulling up the wire to about face level and rolling her wrist.

Angel: Maybe even eat it, if it calls for it.

The camera zoomed in on her hands and the wire between them before the show cuts to a brief highlight recap from the previous edition of Future Shock.

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The show heads back to the ring, where we find Maggie O’Rourke front and center with her microphone in hand.

Mai: Well it’s main event time, Zack. Maybe no ring posts will get harmed this time by Caroline’s face.

Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fa--

The arena goes dark once we start hearing “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde start to play. As she does a crimson hue comes over the arena

“I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother then a storm
And the scars that mark my body they're silver and gold”


Through the darkened stage area we soon spot a figure making their way out. It's Silas Mason who 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 white 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. he 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.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring at this time, the reigning FFW Champion....She is “The World's Finest” NEVAEH SUMMERS

Nevaeh starts sauntering to the ring as Silas follows behind her. The fans at ringside reach their hands out to touch her but Nevaeh just ignores them. She now reaches ringside and sticks her arms out.

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 an absolutely stunning dress with the FFW Championship around her waist. Unhooking the title from her waist she strides up the ring steps to the apron and into the ring, she circles the ring holding the title aloft as she does so before stepping back through the ropes and walking back down the ring steps. Putting the title over her shoulder she joins Silas next to the announce desk where two comfortable and plush looking chairs have been set up. They both take a seat as a ring attendant makes sure they have everything they need before the blonde waves a hand towards the ring announcer as Lorde fades out.

Zack: I’m not really sure why Nevaeh Summers needs to come out here to see this match. There are plenty of monitors in the back.

Mai: Call it champion’s prerogative, Zack. When you’re the FFW Champion, you can do these things.

Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is your Main Event of the evening.

“Sex and drugs, and dirty money! On the race to rule the world!
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds...
Your time is up, now three, two, one...!”


The lights in the arena flash after going out and the crowd cheers as “The One” by Slaughterhouse plays through on the sound system as well. The arena dips low on light save for a spotlight falling on the entrance way. The Instant Classic emerges, standing tall with her arms crossed and bandana around her neck. Killer C walks, pushing away from the curtain and down the ramp. Lyn Dallins accompanies her in a three piece suit as he offers a few words.

“One! One! One! One! One! One! One! One!
We number one!
One! One! One! One! One! One! One! One!”


C walks to the ring, high-fiving every fan she can on the way before she rolls in the squared circle from under the ropes. Killer C then motions for the ring announcer to hand her the mic and she thanks them. She pulls her bandanna from her lips to speak as Lyn leans in a corner.

Caroline: I am... From Tampa Bay, Florida by way of San Fernando on the islands of Trinidad and Tobago. I weigh in tonight at 155 pounds... I *AM* The Instant Classic! WHAT’S MY NAME!?

Crowd: KKKILLLLLEEERRRR C!!!!!!!

Zack: The last time we saw Caroline, she and Jo were victorious in a tag match against Nevaeh and Steph. But tonight, she has a long-standing rivalry to settle!

Mai: Yes, the bane of ringposts here is gonna try to do what she failed to do at When Wrolds Collide back in December...knock off Eileen!

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.

Maggie: 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. As she paced back and forth while getting loose, Amaro’s attention was taken by activity at ringside coming from close proximity, causing her to look downwards and stare a hole through Silas as he was standing on his feet, giving the Number one contender a slow golf clap. Amaro turned away as Kevin Fisk approached to give her final instructions for the match and called for the bell.

Mai: Isn’t that nice of SIlas? He’s giving Eileen some credit, even though he knows she’s going to be facing his client at Relentless.

Zack: Yeah, sure! That’s what he’s doing. Right, I have a bridge you can buy too, if you’re interested.

As it rang the two wrestlers came out of their corners, circling around each other for a moment with the crowd bristling in anticipation for the battle to come. After a couple of moments, the two closed the distance between them before Caroline stopped in her tracks and extended her hand towards her one time close friend. Eileen stared down at the hand for a second before she slapped it away and instantly followed it up by slapping the taste out of Caroline’s mouth. Dallins slowly turned her head back to her opponent who had skipped backwards out of range  only for Caroline to charge forward, looking for a clothesline that Eileen saw coming as she ducked down underneath the attempted shot and spun around instantly to unload a series of stiff, rapid right hands to Caroline’s jaw as she turned back around. As four right hands connected, Dallins took a step backwards and received a roundhouse kick to her chest from Eileen for her troubles that staggered her backwards another step and allowed Amaro to grab hold of her wrist and jerk Caroline forward into a short arm clothesline.

Zack: And Eileen’s picking right up where she left off back in December, aiming those right hands to the head and taking her down with that clothesline.

Mai: If you’ve found a winning strategy, you stick with it! She may give Caroline another concussion tonight!

As soon as she hit the canvas, Dallins was already rising back to her feet only to find herself caught in a Muay Thai clinch that saw Eileen bring her knees up into Caroline’s chest and face as she moved her across the ring. Pulling her nearer to the ropes before she released the clinch and drove three quick knife edge chops to her chest - the impact making a whip crack of a smack as it connected. Eileen took a moment to look pleased with herself as Caroline held her chest for a moment before she attempted to go back on the attack by wrapping an arm around Caroline’s waist … and got bell clapped around the ears before she could lift the Instant Classic of her feet for an inverted Atomic Drop. Caroline instantly followed it up with two quick European uppercuts before she pressed Eileen back against the ropes and buried a knee into her midsection, followed by a second and a third. As Eileen tried to take a deep breath, Dallins looked to fire her across the ring for the Irish whip only to counter the move, yanking Amaro back into her as she ducked down and took both legs, dumping her onto the canvas with a double leg takedown. As they hit the mat, Dallins pushed off and leapt on top of Eileen, taking the mount and began to club away at Eileen with three right hands.

Zack: Look at Caroline, she’s reminding Eileen she can throw hands just as well!

Mai: Did anyone say she couldn’t? I just think Eileen throws them better.

The Number one contender to the FFW Championship managed to roll her friend off of her and the pair started to rise to their feet quickly, Caroline dropping back to the ring ropes as she came forwards quickly and drove a running knee into Eileen’s gut. Amaro dropped down to one knee following the impact of the blow and Killer C immediately hooked her head, bringing her back to her feet as she set herself for a suplex. Amaro blocked it. Caroline went for it once more only for it get blocked once more by the Maryland native who started to counter, swinging her arm and driving her closed fist into Caroline’s side, followed by a second shot into her side and a third. As Caroline tried to wheel away, Eileen threw a right hand hook straight into Caroline’s kidney that froze her up and allowed Amaro enough time to drop back to the ropes, bounce off them and take out her foe’s left knee with a chop block.

Zack: I don’t care how tough you are, getting punched in the kidneys is a game changer moment. And now, Eileen’s taken Caroline back to the mat.

Mai: You know who’s probably enjoying this as much as me? Our wonderful and delightful Baby Peach at ringside, your reigning FFW Champion.

Caroline rolled away and started to push upwards only for Eileen to follow her and started to throw a number of kicks targeting the left knee as Caroline tried to protect it, opening the door for Eileen to hook her arms around Dallins’ body and deliver an Atomic drop. As it landed, the Maryland native dropped back to the ropes once more, bouncing off them as Caroline turned and Eileen left her feet into a low dropkick to Caroline’s left knee. Dallins grimaced in pain as she hit the mat and reached for her knee cap only for Eileen to quickly roll onto her knees, grabbing hold of Caroline’s left ankle, lifting the left leg into the air as she rose to her feet and adjusted her grip before she drove the joint into the canvas with a DDT. Caroline let out a small cry of pain as she again reached for the knee but Amaro kept the leg in her grasp as she rose once more and this time placed her feet into the back of her knee pit and stomped downwards. Eileen’s face remained neutral as she kept a tight hold of her left leg and rose once more, telling her friend that was only business as she looked to apply an knee bar only for Caroline to kick her off with her free foot.

Zack: Eileen was looking to take a page from Mileena Savage’s playbook, but the battles with her have made Caroline hyper aware of the knee bar!

Mai: Is that what it is? I just figured it was dumb luck. But okay, sure. Let’s go with that.

The Trinidad and Tobago born wrestler pushed her way up to one knee and launched herself towards her opponent before she could relaunch her attack, driving a forearm into her stomach. Caroline forced herself to her feet and began to tag Amaro’s jaw with her forearms before she hooked her head and took her to the canvas with a snapmare takedown. As soon as Eileen landed, Caroline gritted her teeth and stepped forward to drive a knee three times into the top of her spine and back of her neck in quick succession. Amaro tried to push up to her feet but as she did so, Caroline flipped her over once more with a second snapmare before she dropped back three steps and this time flung herself forward to deliver a modified flying forearm type maneuver into the back of Eileen’s head. Amaro rolled away holding her head and as she did so Caroline advanced on her, scooping her up off her feet and staying on her feet as she dropped her back first into the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Immediately she followed it up with an elbow drop into Eileen’s chest and made the first cover of the contest.

One…

Two

Mai: First cover, no dice. Way too soon to put Eileen away, she’s kinda resilient like that, I’ve found.

Eileen kicked out and sat up only for Caroline to quickly move around behind her and lock in a bodyscissors on, locking her ankles in front of her as she squeezed her legs tightly around her body, forcing the air from out of her. Inching forward a little closer, Dallins squeezed tighter with her legs around Amaro’s midriff and leaned forward to wrap her arms around her head to lock in a sleeper hold. Fisk dropped down in front of the Maryland native, checking on the sleeper as he asked her if she wanted to quit, getting a ‘No’ from the brunette that only caused the Instant Classic to roll to the side, taking Eileen down to the canvas and allowing the technical expert to adjust her grip and body position to use her weight to increase the pressure and the effectiveness of the hold. Again Fisk checked on the number one contender who refused to quit as she clawed at Dallin’s arms around her neck. Her movements started to slow, almost coming to a standstill as the referee checked on her once more and getting a very slurred response from her lifted her arm in the air. As he released it dropped to the mat. He raised it again and let it drop only for it to hover over the canvas as Amaro’s foot started to kick against the canvas.

Zack: Look at the outstanding control Caroline is showing here with that sleeper and bodyscissors locked in on Amaro.

Mai: It reminds me of the rear naked choke that Ruby used earlier tonight when she was challenging for the Fast Track title against Kaoru.

Fisk backed off a little as Amaro started to claw at her opponent’s arms once more, foot still kicking against the canvas as she managed to roll back upright into a sitting position. She stopped clawing at her arm and instead began to throw her fist and elbow as best she could into Caroline’s left knee. The Trinidad and Tobago representative tried to ignore the blows only for them to increase in frequency and with a slight cry, Caroline reluctantly released the body scissors from around her foe’s middle. Heartened by this, Eileen started to push upright, taking both her and Caroline up to their feet and she reached up and raked her nails upwards, over Caroline’s face and eyes, loosening up the hold enough for her to deliver elbows into her gut, getting the hold released entirely and allowed Amaro to grab hold of her head and drop to the mat to hit a jawbreaker. Caroline springs backwards, hitting the ropes and bouncing back towards Amaro who delivered a kick into her midsection that doubled her over and allowed Eileen to send Caroline through the turnbuckle pads and into the steel ring post right shoulder first.

Mai: I swear Caroline can’t stay off ring posts when she fights Eileen. At least it was the shoulder this time, and not her head.

Dallins staggered backwards out of the corner only to get another shot into the kidney area from Amaro who then spun the Caribbean wrestler around and forced her back into the corner where she hooked her right arm over the top rope, using it for leverage as she tried to pull the limb from it’s socket and followed it up with two elbow strikes into the shoulder. The referee used the count, getting Eileen to break on the four count. Amaro reeled away with her hands raised only to instantly go back on the attack as she advance on Caroline, lifting Killer C’s left leg up and placing over the middle rope where she began to unleash rapid kicks to her knee. Once more Fisk uses the five count to force Eileen backwards, getting her to skip backwards on the four count before she charged forward once more and delivered a yakuza kick into her chest. Eileen pulled her opponent away from the corner, applying an armwrench to her right arm as she did so, getting her clear of the ropes before she drops down into a double knee armbreaker. Dallins cried out in pain but Eileen didn’t release her grip on her arm as they came back to her feet, hooking Caroline’s head and delivered an arm wrench DDT, spiking her head into the canvas. Eileen rolled Caroline over and made the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

...T-

Zack: Nicely executed DDT from Eileen there, but it wasn’t enough to keep Caroline grounded for a three count. Dallins still has some fire in the tank, look at that kick out!

Dallins kicks out and starts to rise to her feet only to receive a palm strike from her opponent as she gets to one knee bringing her quickly upright and Eileen scoops her up off her feet and flapjacked her back into the canvas. Caroline quickly tried to roll up to her feet once more only for Amaro to drop down low and execute a dragon screw leg whip that sent her down to the canvas. The Maryland native rolled up to her feet, keeping hold of Dallins’ leg, placed a foot next to her hip and snapped her leg to the side as she did so. The Tampa Bay resident let out another cry of pain as she rolled across the ring and grabbed hold of the ropes and started to pull herself up to her feet only for Eileen to grab her in a rear waistlock as she hurries her upright, clubbing at her  shoulders with her forearm before she throws her to the mat with a German suplex. Caroline tries to rise quickly but as she does so, Eileen grabs her wrist and Irish whips her across the ring into the corner, following in close behind her and leaving her feet with a flying forearm into her jaw. The number one contender to the FFW Championship landed on her feet and stared down at Neveah and Silas at ringside  before she lowered her shoulder and drove forward into Dallins’ gut. Summers rolled her eyes as Silas once more came to his feet and slow clapped the Challenger’s efforts. Eileen cast another glance in his direction before she pulled Caroline away from the corner once more and into a hammerlock cradle hold before she lifted her up and drove her down into a sitout side powerslam. As she completed the Getsuga Tensho she covered her and hooked the leg once more.

Zack: GETSUGA TENSHO!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Bless you! One of these losers in Ohio give you a cold?

Caroline kicked out once more only to be brought to her feet and driven down to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker. Dallins held her neck as Eileen rolled out underneath the bottom rope and quickly rose to her feet, grabbing hold of the top rope, measuring up her opponent before she used a slingshot to fire herself back over the top rope and into a Senton only to crash down on Caroline’s raised knees. The Instant Classic rolled away with her face in a grimace, holding her knee before she pushed herself up to her feet. Eileen was holding her back as she also began to rise and Caroline broke into a fast hobble, starting to move quicker as she met a rising Eileen with a haymaker right hand that caused Amaro to rock backwards and allowed Caroline enough time to wrap her arms around her waist and into a belly to belly slam. Dallins forced her way back to her feet and brought Amaro upright and sent her into the ring ropes, catching her on the return and drove her down with a spinebuster. Caroline rolled away, kicking out her left leg and shaking out her right arm as she tried to get the blood flowing into the limbs. The Trinidad and Tobago representative began to rise, beating Eileen by half a second and spun around to deliver a spinning elbow into the side of her head.

Zack: What an elbow right to the dome! Caroline got up a split second faster, and rattled Eileen’s brain for it!

Mai: There’s not a lot there to rattle, I don’t think. She’s just turned into a rage baby, as far as I’m concerned.

Amaro took an unsteady step to the side, Caroline continuing to spin around her as she took Eileen around the waist, lifting her upwards and into an atomic drop, sending her two steps forward and allowing Dallins to leave her feet to deliver a dropkick into her back, sending Amaro stumbling forward to hand over the middle rope. Dallins reached over the top rope and pulled Amaro upright, trapping her between the middle and top rope, pulling back on her head in the chinlock as she screamed out ‘END OF THE LINE’ and fired off a series of clubbing forearms across her chest; the crowd counting down from ten with each landed blow. As she landed the tenth shot, Caroline released the chinlock and instead locked in a rear waistlock, pulling Eileen out from between the ring ropes and hurled her back down to the canvas with a release German suplex. Caroline rolled to her feet and pulled Eileen upright with her before she scooped her upwards and drove her down into a backbreaker. Pushing the Marylander off her knee to the mat, Dallins pressed her hands into her opponent’s back and kicked upwards, driving her knees into Amaro’s lower back. She kicked up again and delivered another double knee drop to her opponent’s backbone. Dallins floated over to grab hold of Eileen’s legs as she pushed upright only to lock in a Boston Crab.

Mai: A Boston Crab in Columbus from Caroline, that’s a lot of pronouns right there.

Zack: Caroline’s gonna ground Eileen or die trying here tonight, this is a good way to take some of the starch out of her.

Eileen gritted her teeth, holding her head with both her hands as Caroline sat lower down, putting her weight down on Amaro’s lower back as she pulled back on her legs further. Kevin Fisk asked the number one challenger to the FFW Championship if she wanted to quit but got a shake of the head - No - from the Ocean City native who was trying to fight against the hold, looking for an escape as she began to claw her way towards the ropes. As she started to get close, Caroline released hold of one leg, turning it into a single leg Boston Crab and leaned back to compliment the leghold with an armlock, trapping the arm nearer the ropes as she bent Amaro’s spine further. Eileen let out a cry of agony, her hand hovering over the canvas in pain.

Zack: Eileen’s body is being turned into a pretzel, courtesy of the former FFW Champion! And you can see the toll it’s taking all over Amaro’s face.

Mai: You can also see the happiness it’s bringing to our beautifully attired reigning FFW Champion over there watching.

Fisk gets back down in front of Eileen once more, asking her if she wanted to quit only for the woman to continue to refuse to submit as she tried to turn both her body and Caroline’s while the Caribbean wrestler kept the submission holds tightly locked in place. Amaro let out a cry of pain though still refused to submit as she managed to turn a little bit further and finally wrapped a hand around the bottom rope. Fisk called for the break, Caroline keeping the hold locked in as he started the count and finally released when he got to four. Dallins rolled away and came to her feet as Eileen used her grip on the bottom rope to pull herself under the bottom rope and to her feet on the outside. The Instant Classic got to her feet and measure her foe up as she set off across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back into a baseball slide dropkick that saw Eileen lift up the ring skirt as she sidestepped it, catching Caroline against the ring apron and allowing Amaro to fire a mix of European Uppercuts to the jaw and knees into the midriff before she drops down and drives three shoulder blocks into her middle. As Caroline starts to drop down to a knee, Eileen grabs hold of her opponent’s right arm, applying a wristlock before she slammed the limb downwards into the ring apron. She slammed the arm down into the ring apron once more before she she allowed Caroline to go free. Dallins dropped to a knee and Eileen pulled up the ring skirt one more, pulling her foe out from underneath it and jerked her head forward to introduce her face into her knee.

Zack: Some inspired offense there with Eileen using the ring apron like a tag partner, and Caroline got spiked across her knee.

Mai: Caroline’s face is going to look like a Picasso painting at this rate.

Caroline fell backwards holding her nose as the referee ordered Eileen to bring the action back into the ring before he continued his deliberately slow count and Amaro ignored him, grabbing hold of her opponent’s legs just underneath her knees as she looked behind her and fell backwards, catapulting Caroline’s right shoulder crashing into the exposed steel of the ring post causing her to hit, spin and fall face first to the floor. Caroline tries to push up to her feet only for Eileen to charge at her, grabbing hold of her head and spinning around to deliver a reverse Tornado DDT that spikes the back of her skull into the thin matting outside of the ring, right in front of the FFW Champion and her manager, Silas starts an animated and audible conversation with Summers that saw him besmirch and trash talk Amaro, only getting an appreciative smile from Summers. Eileen pulls Caroline to her feet and rolls her into the ring as Silas rises to his feet and takes a step towards the number one contender, asking if he could offer her some advice and point out where she was going wrong. As he spoke Eileen, turned toward him with a look so cold it’d make absolute zero seem tropical by comparison; the Maryland native heard him out for all of thirty seconds before she placed her hand in his face and piefaced him backwards. Silas stumbled, landing awkwardly in his seat and unbalancing it as he toppled to the side, his face going bright red as he sat up, embarrassed and humiliated while Eileen didn’t even bother to pay him any attention whatsoever as she slid back into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Mai: Why is she putting her hands on Silas? He’s allowed to say anything he wants!

Zack: Neither Caroline nor Eileen have any interest in what Silas Mason has to say on virtually any topic, much less wrestling.

Caroline was pushing up to a vertical base as Eileen entered the ring and the Chicago resident spun through and drove a spinning backfist into her opponents jaw, causing her to stagger backwards. Eileen went after her, pulling her forward and lifted her up into a rotating suplex neckbreaker. Amaro sat up and quickly made it to her feet, running towards the ropes as Caroline tried to rise to her feet only to be sent down to the mat once more with a springboard front dropkick. The Trinidad and Tobago native wasn’t given any chance to recover as the Marylander quickly pulled her back up to her feet and into a leg hook Saito suplex, holding it for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Hey, that’s a Saito suplex! And usually it works better, but not well enough to get the win for Eileen “I’m Not Your Tsunami” Amaro!

Caroline’s shoulder came up before the three count and Eileen dragged her up to her feet as she stared a while through Fisk who confirmed the two count. As soon as Eileen had Caroline vertical she sent her into the ropes, catching her on the return with a facebreaker knee smash sending the Instant Classic stumbling backwards allowing her time to step forward and deliver two kesagiri chops to her right arm before she followed it up with a flapjack kneebuster that saw her drop Caroline down onto the left knee and as Dallins held that knee in pain, Eileen finished the Stardust Crusade with a shining kenka kick, driving the sole of her boot into Caroline’s face. Killer C hit the mat and Eileen once more went for the cover, hooking the leg as she stared at Nevaeh Summers who was still sat at ringside studying the contest as Silas was back on his feet and straightening out his clothes.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Zack: Another near fall for the Maryland Hall of Famer, but Caroline is showing her and the rest of us how remarkably resilient she is!

At the last moment Caroline’s shoulder popped up and fell back to the mat, Kevin Fisk waving off the count immediately as it did so and telling Eileen that it was only two and the shoulder came up in time. Eileen glared at him before she drove an elbow into Dallins face, telling her to stay down and fell back across her, hooking the leg once more for another cover.

One…

Two...

...THRE-

Mai: Eileen needs to stop making faces at the referee. Trust me, staring at them never gets them to change their mind in a match.

Caroline’s shoulder came up once more and  again Eileen drove an elbow into her face before she began to pull Killer C to her feet by the right arm. As she got her vertical, the Ocean City born wrestler twisted on the arm to lock in a wristlock and jerked her forward into a short arm lariat - the Riptide - but Dallins had it well scouted as she ducked her head down underneath it and popped back up, facing Eileen as the brunette spun to face her. Dallins drove a front kick into her gut with venom and Amaro doubled over only to have her face driven into the canvas with a facebreaker. Caroline rolled away, breathing deeply as she tried to recuperate while Eileen pushed herself to her feet and as she got there. Caroline kipped up to her feet and delivered a swift palm thrust straight into Eileen’s cheek; the suddenness of the move surprising her. Caroline landed another before she spun around to stand next to her opponent only to lift her up off her feet and drop her downwards with a side suplex, driving her hard into the canvas backfirst. Eileen tries to rise, Caroline matching her step for step and delivered a headbutt to her as they both made it vertical and this time Dallins took Amaro by the wrist and Irish whipped her across the ring into the ropes. As she came back, Caroline caught her around the head and jerked her into a sleeper hold. Eileen instantly started to claw at the arms around her head before she threw an elbow back into Dallin’s middle that only prompted Caroline to let out a roar as she used her strength and ignored the pain in her leg and arm to hoist her opponent into the air and send her lower back first into her knee before she lifted her up once more and into a sleeper slam.

Zack: Well executed sleeper slam! Caroline knew she didn’t want to stay locked in that hold any longer than she had to.

Mai: Both of them are running on E right now, so they’d be in good stead to do that anyway.

Eileen rolled away and started to rise only for Caroline to beat her to her feet, drive a knee into her gut to double her over before she double underhooked her arms and brought her knees into her face and chest. After seven strikes connected Caroline once more gritted her teeth, placing her weight on her right leg as she jerked Eileen into the air and dropped her with a tiger bomb of sorts. Dallins staggered backwards as Amaro landed and held her left knee for a second before she shook it off and made towards the corner, stepping to the outside and climbing to the top rope. The Instant Classic perched there for a moment as she waved Amaro to her feet and as the Maryland native got to a vertical base and turned towards her foe, Caroline flew, launching herself into the 187 top rope clothesline that saw her drive Eileen to the mat. As the number one contender tried to rise up quickly, rolling one knee, the former FFW Champion bounced off the ring ropes behind her and drove a running knee into her shoulder blades, sending her back down to both knees. Quickly the more technical wrestler stepped onto the back of her legs and grabbed hold of Eileen’s arms, crossing them over her chest as she leaned backwards to lock in a seated straitjacket surfboard.

Zack: Look at that, Caroline’s got Eileen all tied up! And Amaro better find a way out of this sooner than later!

Mai: Listen to her crying out in pain, she’s in a bad way! Caroline might actually win this, huh!

Amaro let out a cry of pain as Dallins pulled back further and further; her own arms choking her out even as she fought to pull them free of the Instant Classics grasp. The referee asked Eileen if she wanted to quit and got a no from the woman. Still Caroline kept the hold locked in, pulling back further and further and further as she did so. Fisk asked again and once more he got a ‘No’ from the FFW Championship hopeful - albeit a lot quieter and a lot more strained than last time he asked. Caroline’s face was contorted into a grimace once more as she tried to pull back again; again Fisk asked and got another, barely whispered, ‘no’ from Eileen as her face was turning a darker and darker shade of red. Fisk was about to ask again when Caroline suddenly released the hold; Eileen flopping face first to the canvas while Dallins held her right arm and started to push up to her feet. As the Tampa Bay resident made it to a vertical base with a shake of her right arm, she advanced on Eileen as Amaro had made it to all fours and stooped downwards, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifted her upwards into a Karelin lift that saw her drive Amaro back first into the mat again. Caroline backed up only to deliver a European uppercut into the back of her opponent’s head as she sat up. Dallins scurried to her feet and again drove a European uppercut to the back of her seated foe’s head that saw Eileen try to roll away only to get caught in a front chancery; Caroline using the hold to gator roll Eileen back and forth across the ring. Amaro tried to fight against it but as she did, the Trinidad and Tobago native pushed up to her knees, keeping her foe’s head hooked as she continued her rise before finally hooking one of Eileen’s legs, lifting her off her feet and dropped her down onto her head with the spinning fisherman’s buster that she held for the pin.

Zack: THAT’S IT...THAT’LL DO IT!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: Wrong again, big guy! Good thing they don’t charge you every time you get one of these pinfalls wrong!

Amaro’s shoulder popped up at the very last possible second and Caroline rolled to her knees and gave a little shake of her head as she saw Fisk holding up two fingers to confirm the two count to her. With a shrug of her shoulders, Dallins moved around her opponent, waiting for her to sit up before she struck, dropping down and wrapping her legs around her head into the News At 11 figure four necklock. She managed to get the hold hooked in before her opponent reacted but as soon as Amaro released she began to club away at the right knee that she was working over earlier, driving her hand into it time and time again before she rolled to one side, pushing upwards with both her hands before she fell forward, driving the knee cap into the mat. Dallins let out a small scream but didn’t release the hold. Amaro pushed upwards once more only to drive down again, slamming the kneecap into the mat and causing Dallins to release and roll away this time. Eileen fell to the canvas, breathing deeply as she tried to recover and Caroline started to push herself up to her feet, giving the signal to the crowd as she stalked around Eileen, waiting till she got to her knees before she pulled her into a standing headscissors. Dallins went to lift her upwards looking to put the match away with the Reasonable Doubt Barry White Driver only for Eileen to block the move and drop to her knees once more.

Zack: Caroline went for Reasonable Doubt, and it turns out Eileen had one for her before she could execute it!

Mai: She knows that move well, these two know each other like the back of their hands.

Caroline delivered three ax handle strikes to Amaro’s spine before she adjusted her position and attempted to lift her up once more, only for Silas to reach into the ring and grab Eileen by the ankle, jerking her free of Dallin’s grasp and out of the ring. As Amaro landed on her feet on the outside, Silas exploded upwards with an uppercut; his knuckles glinting as the light reflected off the steel knuckle duster in his hand. He flexed his fingers and let it drop down next to her with as he stared down at with  contempt and utter disgust while the bell rang and Fisk went to inform Maggie of the official decision.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, due to outside interference, the referee has no option but to disqualify “Killer C” Caroline Dallins...therefore, your winner, EILEEN AMARO!!!

Zack: See, this is why you don’t let two asses at ringside who have no business being there! A horrible ending for what was a great match!

Mai: Ahh, don’t worry about it. The check’s still the same, Zack.

In the ring Caroline drops to her knees, hands pulling at her hair in frustration as Silas tips his hat towards her. The Instant Classic stared daggers at him for a moment as he was joined by Nevaeh Summers and started to get to her feet to go after him only for Silas and Summers to begin to retreat, heading back up the ramp as Caroline glared at him the middle of the ring and Eileen, who had pulled herself up by the ring apron did so from the outside, holding her jaw as she did so.

Zack: I don’t know how this is going to affect the job Caroline does at Relentless, but you can damn sure bet the tensions are at an all time high! We’ll see you Thursday for Velocity!

As the show started to fade out it went to split screen, Nevaeh Sumemrs looking supremely confident with the FFW Championship over her shoulder, staring at Eileen with a smirk while Eileen glared a hole through the blonde with Caroline in the background, looking from one and then back to the other.

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