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FFW Relentless - March 25, 2017

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« on: March 28, 2017, 12:35:19 pm »



The FFW logo appears across the screen briefly as the Pay Per View comes on the air, and we are immediately taken into the talent parking area as a black Maybach pulls to a park. An older Italian fellow steps out of the driver’s side of the car, and moves around to the right side passenger door to pull it open. Immediately a trio of attendants that look like they probably work for the company appear, awaiting as a super familiar brunette steps out to quite the surprised reaction from the Dallas crowd.

Mai: My eyes are playing tricks on me, Zack. Is that….

Zack: Oh...it is!

The camera wheels around to get a clear shot of none other than FFW Hall of Famer Isabella Mackenzie (nee Pazzini) as her driver closes the door behind her. The trio of attendants can be heard telling her something before they escort her into the building with the crowd buzzing at the sight of her still.

Zack: That’s Isabella alright!

The cameras follow her inside as she tells one of them where she’s looking to go, that being the owner’s suite. And they dutifully take her in that direction.

Zack: Of all the ways I thought we’d kick off Relentless….this wasn’t on the list! Isabella has arrived to the American Airlines Center here in Dallas, and well...this is gonna be one hell of a night already!

Mai: I’m kinda tingling right now……

The show then cuts to a music video featuring “Jungle” by Jamie N Commons that details the weeks leading up to the FFW Championship match between Nevaeh Summers and Eileen Amaro. Both their journeys to Relentless are shown, including the violent altercations that injured referees and security. It’s followed by Leona Vega’s path to the Evolution Championship, as well as how Jo & Steph made it to tonight’s triple threat. The No Surrender title match is also highlighted with clips, ultimately showing Vanessa looking up to a smug Savannah Taylor looking at her title with a knowing grin. From there, we cut back into the arena itself as the requisite pyro erupts throughout from the ring posts to the special stage for Relentless fashioned around a huge LED R.

Zack: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the Lone Star State! We are live in Dallas, Texas, and thank you for joining us for the 5th annual Relentless Pay Per View! And as you just saw, we’re hitting the ground running with Isabella showing up unannounced!

Mai: We’ve not seen her in quite a while, and the fact she’s heading towards Samantha’s office makes me curious. Beyond that though, you saw the video, Zack. We got 3 championship matches on tap for tonight! The No Surrender, Evolution, and the big prize are all on the line!

Zack: Not only that, but Riley Riot could very well sign her name to an Ultraviolence Championship contract as the Season 19 cannonball meets a very dominant Emma Mac in a Tables match!

Mai: There are grudge matches up and down this whole card, but that video got me really looking forward to the main event more than ever! Eileen & Nevaeh will never ever get along, and when you got Killer C in the stripes as the referee, that’s a lot of combustible elements looking to be the FFW Champion!

Zack: Caroline could well be the difference maker in that one, because she has never liked Nevaeh. But on top of that, she’s been having her troubles with a very angry Eileen of late too. But we’re gonna kick things off with a showdown in the No Surrender division as the first Future Shock graduate since the reboot meets the newest graduate. Maggie, it’s all yours!




Maggie: The opening contest of Relentless is set for one fall!

Zack: Coming up now we have the other two Future Shock graduates from the reboot taking on each other! Lily-Rose and Sophia Pike have both expressed interest in the No Surrender Division, where the former has been a while. And we sent Mai away for a bit, so I’m joined by Mandy Gray!

Mandy: And you’ll be in for a much better time when not sitting beside Mai! And if we get nothing else out of tonight, we’ll be able to say one reboot graduate has won a match tonight!

The arena goes dark for just a moment, the funky opening chords to Voodoo Johnson's "Dirty Angel" playing through the PA, before the white lights are replaced by swirling green replacements, bathing the arena in the favorite color of the Emerald City Siren. A few seconds pass, though, before Sophia Pike actually makes her way out through the curtain, met--immediately--by a chorus of boos, which she largely brushes off with a flick of of either wrist. She pauses at the head of the ramp, chewing a piece of gum fairly obviously, and shaking her head at the collective audience, for whatever reason.

Clearly in no particular hurry, judging by the utter lack of pace, Sophia makes her way down the ramp. About halfway to the ring, one fan is able to get past the practiced apathy of the Siren, and she actively gets in his face, shouting...something, that for the most part can't be heard over the music playing in the arena. Whatever the fan says back to her seems to amuse the self-proclaimed Queen of King County, who just smirks and waves him off, making the shorter trip down to the ring and climbing up onto the apron. She leans back against the ropes, grinning with a little more joy than one should probably get out of being almost unanimously booed, even raising both arms and beckoning the crowd to get even louder--which they happily do, as the Siren climbs into the ring.

Maggie: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at 137 lbs, this is the "Emerald City Siren," SOPHIA PIIIIIKE!

Sophia winks at Maggie and grins, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and stretching both arms out, bending just a little bit at the waist and leaning herself forward. She shouts something at the sections of fans she can see, but again it's mostly unheard. Eventually, she hops off the turnbuckle and pulls her Queen of King County shirt off, tossing it out into the crowd...who promptly throw it back at the Siren. For her part, Sophia either doesn't notice or doesn't care, just settling herself back in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Zack: Sophia Pike is the most recent graduate when it comes to Future Shock, and anyone who asks her if she misses it would need to go back and have a look through what went on for the past little while. Never seen anyone dislike being there quite as much as Sophia.

Mandy: It doesn’t matter if she liked being there or not, it gained her part of the reputation she has on the main roster, and this is one of only a handful she’s had. She would have been fine on the main roster if she’d ended up there but that’s the way it goes, I guess!

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-Rose got a much-needed win over Mel Avilo heading into this match, which was definitively helpful for going into this match, even though it was tainted by what Sophia did afterwards.

Mandy: Sophia just wanted to ruin a feel good moment. In either case, Lily really needs to start racking some wins together if she wants to be part of the No Surrender division in the long term.

The two graduates step into the middle of the ring as the bell is called for, and Lily takes an instant swipe at Sophia, which the Seattle girl doges. Sophia straightens and lunges at Lily, taking her down with a running crossbody. She rolls off of her, proceeding to roll Lily over herself and then thumping her face into the mat. Repeatedly. Sophia does this four or five times and finally lets go. Lily pushes up and checks her nose for blood, but should have been concentrating on what Sophia was doing as the third graduate came at her, damn near taking her head off with a kick to the head! Lily’s head dropped all over again and Sophia took advantage of that, using the rope for the assist and landing with a curb stomp that lands square in Lily’s spine. She hauls the blonde to her feet only to knock her back down with a short arm clothesline. Once again, she pulls the first graduate up and this time, fires her into the ropes and drops her with a dropkick...or tries to. Lily sees Sophia coming and drops to the mat. By the time Sophia cottons on, it’s too late and she makes quite the awkward landing on the mat.

Mandy: That started off really well for Sophia, but a piece of quick thinking sent that one down around her.

Zack: Quickly at that. Lily needs the opening. She might be smaller but I get the impression than Sophia mught be faster overall, which will only serve to keep her on her toes.

Lily gets up and runs the ropes herself, dropping Sophia with an elbow drop as the brunette is getting to her feet. Rolling Sophia to her front, Lily steps over and takes her by the legs, locking in a boston crab.

Zack: Losing that dropkick has more than cost Sophia now, and we have the first submission of the match between two women who want to be there.

Lily pushes down on Sophia’s legs and back, which makes the third graduate’s face twist just slightly with pain. She shakes her head on being asked about submitting, giving the referee an angry look. In response to that, Lily pulls harder again...and then has to adjust herself as Sophia starts heading towards the ropes in front of her. It works, but only for a second since she Sophia does it again, and this time crawls are such a speed that there’s nothing Lily can do to stop her, and Sophia grabs the ropes as Lily stumbles her way out of the hold. Giving her legs a quick shake, Sophia gets back to her feet and gives her opponent a look, and a smirk. She steps in towards the middle of the ring, where Lily waits for her. Both girls appear to have the same idea, and whatever that was doesn’t quite work as they end up locked up. Sophia works damn hard to get her advantage, since there’s not much between the two girls in the first instance.

Mandy: Lily got unlucky with that, but it also does put her in the possible position that she’s going to end up back where she started.

Zack: Well, we hope it doesn’t end up that way, but as it stands the two girls aren’t dong much of anything, they’re a similar size!

Lily, finding herself on the downwave, growls and throws a foot into the brunette’s gut, forcing her out of the hold. Taking Sophia by the head, a DDT follows that plants her. She pulls Sophia up and swings her vigorously, and finally drops her with a neckbreaker. Sophia rolls to all fours, rubbing her neck (so really she’s on threes?) Lily watches and waits for Sophia to reach her feet and drops again before she gets fully upright with a scissor kick! Once again, Lily hauls the third graduate up and whips her into a corner. Sophia bounces off it and steps out of it, but is forced back in by Lily, who then turns her around and lifts her onto the turnbuckle...and then drapes her in a tree of woe. A grin comes over the blonde’s face as she starts attacking Sophia with elbows and knees to whatever part of her midsection she can get. Sophia does her best to cover up but can only deflect so many shots. One lands square on the chest which makes Sophis flinch and she comes up slightly. Lily shakes her head and pulls her back down, and then starts back towards the diagonally opposing corner.

Zack: The tree of woe definitely helped Lily out there and she’s going to need some luck there to capitalise on it.

Mandy: Like you said, Sophia is quicker than Lily so that’s probably a thing.

She takes a run, looking for the running dropkick, but Sophia pulls herself to a seat and looks down with glee as Lily goes sailing, legs first, into the turnbuckle! There’s an audible gasp from the crowd as the pole had forced Lily’s legs open and she stopped with it about as far as it would go without splitting the poor girl. Lily fell backwards out of it, clutching her nether regions while Sophia looked down at her and grinned. She spun herself carefully and let herself fall on the blonde, knees first and both of them landing in Lily’s stomach!

Mandy: Luck was not smiling down on Lily-Rose right there! The blonde is down and damn if Sophia isn’t taking advantage of that!

Lily flinches and clutches her stomach as well now while Sophia grins widely. She sits on her knees beside Lily and throws punches into her face, holding the hair to stop her from moving more than need be. Finally she lets go of the blonde - by which we mean she throws her head back into the mat, where it bounces a bit. Shuffling her position somewhat, and places Lily’s neck between her legs and locks the neck scissors in tight. Almost instantly Lily’s hand starts to flail, as though looking for the ropes...or anything really.This made Sophia grin wider and pull the hold even tighter still.

Zack: When it doubt, choke ‘em! Or something like that. Which is exactly what’s going on here now.

Mandy: That it is, and choke holds are quick to get in, and slow to get out of, and that’s if you can get out of it without losing in the first place.

Lily’s hand carried on flailing, and for a moment, she looked like she might tap out there and then, but shook her head as best she could during questioning. Sophia was very clearly not a fan of this and attempted to tighten her legs further but found that a struggle. Not that it matted...Lily was fading, and fading quickly at that. Noticing this, Rocca took the hand and raised it, watching as it fell for the first count. Raising it a second count, it fell the second time. A smug look came across the third graduate’s face as she watched the scene in front of her. But when Rocca dropped the hand for the third time, it stopped itself just sort of the mat! The Dallas crowd made it perfectly known that this was what they wanted, but it also annoyed the hell out of Sophia. But while Lily had responded to the count, she wasn’t actually doing anything.

Mandy: Well she answered the count but I’m not sure what happens if she carries on doing nothing.

Zack: Another three count. For all intents and purposes, Lilu is still with us but I do wonder how much of that was actually instinctive.

Sophia glared at Rocca and looked at her with a face that said “just call the damn bell” but Rocca made no move. Instead, she was watching Lily. Lily still wasn’t moving, but had a definite look of concentration about her. And then, much to everyone’s surprise, she started to move! No one looked more surprised about this development than Sophia, who looked slightly horrified as Lily started to push herself round and up, trying to take Sophia with her! Lily made it to her knees and began to push up, trying to get to her feet. Sophia held on for everything she was worth, and in the end, having shifted her position as she had, Lily forced herself down face first and landed on Sophia’s stomach. Sophia let go and Lily sprang back from it, lying on her back for a moment as she attempted to collect herself. Pushing to her feet, she made for the nearest rope, and while breathing quite heavily, she pulled herself up and leaned a little on the rope.

Zack: Well she did it! Quite the bit of imagination needed there, but she did it!

Mandy: She did and that was quite well done! All the way through to the headbutt. All she needs now is a little bit of space to get herself back together and all will be well again!

Sophia was up first and had made to go for Lily, but was stopped as she had made it to the ropes. The second Lily let go however, the brunette was on her, but found herself on the receiving end of a shoulder tackle that sent her back a couple of steps. Lily straightened out, grabbing Sophia and dropping her with a German suplex, but then decided a better way of wearing her out would be to roll them...and roll them the first graduate did. Five Germans on the bounce later, she pulled Sophia to her feet and ran with her. It looked like she was heading for the turnbuckle, but instead brought her down with a running bulldog. Lifting the brunette back to her feet, she throws Sophia into the ropes. And on the rebound, looks for the STO…

NO DICE!

Zack: Lily went for her Exit Light, but Sophia wasn’t leaving!

Almost as thguh she were The Flash, Sophia ducked, spun, grabbed Lily’s arm and brought her down and locked in the seated fujiwara!

Mandy: Yes she was! She was heading for space! The Space Needle is in good and right!

Lily screamed, not least because Sophia had the hold in far tighter than she’d needed to have it before. Between the hold itself and the fact Lily found her chest being compressed between Sophia’s backside and calves, she gave a quick scan for the ropes, and, realising there was nowhere to go, she let her hand do the talking for her.

Maggie: Your winner, by way of submission, “EMERALD CITY SIREN” SOPHIA PIKE!

Zack: Sophia Pike keeps her main roster undefeated streak and Lily-Rose ends up back on square one! You know somewhere Savannah and Vanessa watched that very, very closely.

Mandy: Is it’s No Surrender she wants, I’d make a pretty good bet on the fact she just launched herself into the conversation after that performance.

Dallas was not happy about this decision, and that was fairly obvious. Sophia didn’t see to care though, at least going by the grin on her face as Rocca raised her hand.

From there, we cut elsewhere.




It Doesn’t Get Easier, Does It?

The next image we find is that of the Director of Future Shock as he’s stood between two women instantly familiar to fans of that show (as well as the roster of FFW). Those two would be the BNB Wrecking Crew of Mallory Bennett & Gillie Barnes. All three were stood outside his office as he leaned against the door.

Adam: Girls, thanks for stopping by. I wasn’t expecting to see you till after your match with Destiny, but no time like the present.

Mallory is dressed in her ring gear as to be expected and punches her knuckles together as Gillie is dressed in street clothes but is obviously there in support of her best friend and tag partner.

Mal: Given how Destiny might want to leave me laying Adam, you might have to see me from inside the medical room. We figured this way at least you can talk without someone shining a light in my eye...

Gillie: Or asking if you can feel this.

The Sheerness native noted by raising the former mechanic’s arm and making it bend slightly up and down.

Adam: Makes sense. I just wanted to let you know that you two will be making your tag debut together on the April 15th Future Shock, the last one before Destiny. With all these teams popping up wanting to chase the tag titles, seems like you two will have no shortage of competition. But that night, you’ll be facing Ascension in the main event.

Humorously, the reactions of both women couldn’t be more different. Mal, given her history with Isis has a gruff look of determination as she smacks one fist into a palm and the tiniest hint of a smile creeps up on her face as though she’s well prepared to go another round or three with the Titaness and Latin Goddess both.

...

Gillie on the other hand doesn’t look quite as confident about this. She raises her hand actually as though this were a class, and waits politely for someone to call on her. Adam gives her a curious look.

Adam: If you need to go to the bathroom, it’s down on the left.

Gillie: No, I just... I have a question.

Adam: Shoot.

Gillie: Okay. Now when you say we’ll be facing the Ascension. You mean Valentina... And the large monster with the bad dye job who talks about coliseums of doom and her lust for the agony of others and their suffering and so forth.

Adam: That’s right, we just call her Isis. Mallory knows her very well, as you may remember.

Mal pats her tag partner on the shoulder, giving her a reassuring look.

Mal: You’ll be fine. Look, don’t let all the bustle and size of her scare you Gillie.

Gillie: So she’s not as bad as all that then?

Mal: Oh no, she’s worse. I’m just saying not to let it intimidate you.

The Aspire Ring Bearer just stared at the former Future Shock champion with a grimace before she muttered sarcastically.

Gillie: Gee, thanks for that. Real friend, you are.

Adam: You can worry about her later, you got Missy next. Besides you both may have another problem looming. Jake came to see me earlier, he wanted to turn in his credentials that lets him backstage at the shows. He doesn’t want to be near Ignis. I told him to think about it, maybe talk it over with you both first. But he may start watching the show from home.

They both looked at each other and seemed to come to an agreement at the same time... Very quickly.

Both: No!

A slight pause, realizing that was a bit forward before Mal spoke up.

Mal: ...That is to say, we’ll talk it over to him and see if we can’t try to convince him he doesn’t need to stay home when Ignis is around, Adam. Especially if we’re both there.

Gillie: Exactly. We’d walk around him like personal security at every show if it would make him feel better even.

Adam: Yeah, I’d hate to see it come to him not going to shows anymore. But I also understand it too, so---

One of the production staff tapped Mallory on the shoulder as he entered the shot, letting her know it was time to head for the curtain before he continued walking.

Adam: Looks like it’s game time...so to speak.

Mal: Well, I’ll be as ready as I can be. We’ll talk to him Adam, that’s a promise.

Gillie: Let’s be off then. I’ll had this strategy I wanted to share with you for your match. Bit of a last minute thing.

Mal looked back at Adam and shrugged.

Mal: You don’t say...






The show heads back to the ring, and there we find Maggie Rourke awaiting with her microphone in hand, and a smile across her face.

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

Zack: That it is, and as we stand right now, Kaoru Asaka is already one defense in the books as the reigning champion.

Mai: She won’t make it to four, not after she runs into Destiny Campbell. Mallory’s about to get wrecked here in just a moment.

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: Introducing first/.. 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.

Zack: Destiny Campbell is one of the most dangerous woman to ever lace up a pair of boots in FFW. And if you don’t believe me, go check out most any of her Ultraviolence title defenses with your FFW All Access subscription.

Mai: That’s proof right there that she can take massive sums of punishment, and keep fighting. And we already know that Mallory can’t finish a match without making a tit out of herself.

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


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

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


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

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

Zack: Mallory Bennett has set a new goal for herself, and it involves becoming the Fast Track Champion. But every road has to start somewhere, and this will be one of her most challenging matches since becoming part of the main roster of FFW.

Mai: And just like with Bianca and recently Sophia Pike, she’ll come up short again. She’s been pretty hit or miss in the last few weeks, and Destiny is not the kind of opponent you can afford an off night when you’re facing her.

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match, and glances over to see Destiny talking to herself while Mallory stretches a bit and heads out of the corner. The former Ultraviolence Champion seems as though she’s having a conversation with someone as Mallory waves her forward, ready to get the match started. Campbell continues to talk to herself before her eyes flick over to Mallory. And as though someone flipped a switch, she darts towards her. Campbell lowers her head and takes Mallory to the canvas with a double leg takedown, and begins to hammer elbows into her head. Bennett barely gets her arms up, managing to deflect a few of the shots until Destiny pins her arms down to the mat. She immediately begins using headbutts to the face to stun her. They work very well until Bennett is able to get her knees up and use a monkey flip to roll her off. Campbell immediately gets up, catching Mallory with a lunging elbow to the mouth as she begins to get up. Before she can recover, Destiny applies a rear chinlock with a knee pressed into her back.

Mai: I think Mallory wanting this match to begin may have interrupted Destiny’s conversation with...whoever is in her head talking to her. See what happens, kids? Don’t interrupt conversations people are having…...with themselves.

Zack: Destiny exploded out of the gate, and swarmed Mallory to start the match. I’m not sure Bennett was expecting it, but it’s certainly paid off.

Mallory’s face grimaced in pain as she felt Campbell’s knee in her back, causing her to reach up and try to grab Destiny’s head. But Campbell used a headbutt to her nose that stopped that before grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms behind her back into a bow and arrow. The pain was even more pronounced now as Mallory tried to turn to a side to get up, only for Campbell to let go and start tearing at her face with both hands. She covered her eyes as she did it, causing Mallory to fight even more violently to stop her and then catching her with a right to the jaw. It stunned Destiny long enough for Mallory to roll away from her, and start back to her feet. Campbell didn’t stay dazed long as she climbed back to her feet, and darted towards her again. This time, Mallory was prepared as she caught her with an uppercut to the body as she was coming in. It stopped her in her tracks as Mallory began to utilize jabs to the head repeatedly.

Zack: Mallory got herself free, and now she’s using what she knows best! Bennett’s throwing punches in bunches right now, and keeping Destiny off balance as a result.

Mai: I’m not sure you can keep someone imbalanced off balance, Zack. But yeah, the punches are working. If you are getting punched in the face, that tends to happen.

Mallory’s snapping jabs turned into punch combinations before she rolled her hands over her head. A bionic elbow to the top of Campbell’s head connected that dropped her to her knees, only for Bennett to pull her up and drop her again with a short arm clothesline. As Destiny started to try to get back to her feet, Bennett rocked her with a running knee lift to the face that wobbled her backwards a few steps. But the mechanic wasted no time, lowering her shoulder and blasting towards her out of a three point stance that barreled through Destiny!

Zack: Mallory taking a cue from the Cowboys’ defensive line with that three point stance! And the Tampa Bay mechanic is catching Destiny from all sides here!

Mai: Don’t get too worked up. No one tries to tear your face off in football, nor do they go out on the field in a pickup truck.

Campbell began to get up again, a bit more wobbly this time, using the ropes to help her. She finally made it back to her feet with Mallory in another three point stance waiting for her to turn around. When she did, the mechanic bolted out of the corner just as Destiny got her foot up, causing Mallory to run face first into it. It staggered the mechanic before Destiny jerked her forward by the hair and down with a facebuster. Campbell looked more than a little bit woozy still, quickly trying to regain her composure before raining down forearms across the back of the mechanic’s head as she was face down on the mat. The unhinged brunette started screaming at someone no one but her could see as she got back to her feet. As Mallory started to push up to her hands and knees, Destiny rebounded off the ropes for a Fame Asser to drive her head right back to the mat again. She rolled her over, and hooked the leg before telling someone only visible to her something inaudible.

Zack: More than a few wicked shots to the head, and Campbell’s talking to all her friends in the ring as she’s going for the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

Mallory rolled her shoulder at the two, causing Campbell to drive an elbow into her face before she got back to her feet. Bennett was starting to rise too as Campbell began to fire kicks into her abdomen. She pulled her up the rest of the way, and launched her into the far corner. She followed that up with a high knee into her face.

Mai: Sometimes I think I’d like to spend a day in someone’s mind, but I’d rather not when it comes to Destiny Campbell. I don’t think I’d enjoy that at all.

Not letting Mallory out of the corner, Destiny begins to drive European uppercuts into her head one after another that rock her again and again. She jerks her out next into a front facelock and into a single knee facebreaker before she rolls her over for the cover again.

Mai: That’s ICONOCLASTIA, and that may mean shower time for Skunky Doo!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mallory got her shoulder up again, prompting Destiny to claw at her face again till the referee got to a four count. The mayor rose to her feet, reaching down with both hands to pull her up by the head. But when she did, Mallory surprised her by countering into a jawbreaker. It sent Destiny wobbling backwards before Bennett caught her flush with a bicycle high knee to the face that dropped her!

Zack: Mallory escaped the pin, and rocked Campbell as a result! That’s MALICIOUS INTENT right there!

Mallory dove across her, looking for a quick cover with a hook of the leg as Davis dropped to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Campbell kicked out, and Mallory rolled to her knees. She took a moment to try to pull herself together before she got back to her feet. The former Ultraviolence Champion headed towards the ropes again to help her get back up to her feet. As she did, Mallory took off for the ropes, and rebounded towards her to catch her with a codebreaker that bounced Destiny to the canvas.

Mai: I’m not sure that move is going to work well on Destiny, she’s too well padded up top for something like that!

Mallory sat up, once more trying to pull herself together before she got back to her feet. With Campbell already starting to rise, she whipped her into the corner with velocity. The mechanic followed her in with a corner clothesline that dropped her to a seat against the turnbuckles. Bennett grabbed the top rope, and immediately began stomping away at her repeatedly. Several stomps to the body connected before a final face wash finished it off!

Zack: Those boots were made for stomping, and that’s just what they’ll do!

Mai: Get new material, Hudson.

She jerked Campbell back to her feet before hooking her head under one arm, and taking off for the nearest corner to drive Destiny’s head into it with a bulldog. Campbell collapsed on the mat as Bennett headed for the top rope. The live crowd came to their feet in anticipation as Mallory made a gun with her finger and licked it once then twice…..before Destiny nipped up and ran the ropes. Bennett landed straddling them the hard way before Destiny staggered towards her, and climbed up to the top rope.

Mai: Looks like Skunky Doo wasted a little too much time up there licking her digits, and now she’s about to get brought back down to Earth!

Zack: I’m pretty sure Mallory was looking for that frog splash, but Campbell drained the pond before she had a chance!

Campbell snapped her arms around her waist, and came off the top rope with a belly to belly suplex that drove Bennett into the mat. She quickly went for the cover as Davis dropped to make the count.

Mai: Thanks for coming, Mallory!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

Mallory’s shoulder popped up at two and three quarters, causing Destiny to shoot a stare at the referee before she began to try to get to her feet.

Zack: I’m with Destiny for once, I thought she may have had it right there! These two have just been looking for knockout blows, and this match has gone back and forth in the process!

Destiny pulled Mallory up slowly, driving more forearms across the back of her head before she jerked her into another front facelock. But what she had in mind didn’t come to fruition as Mallory shoved her off. As Destiny got her balance again, Bennett scooped her up and planted her with a spinebuster. That brought a pop from the crowd before the mechanic headed back up top again quickly.

Mai: I think Destiny was going for that facebreaker again, but Mallory decided her face was already broken enough! Trust me,she’s right!

Bennett got there quickly, and launched herself into frog splash double knee drop that landed across Destiny’s body. The crowd came to life at that as Bennett hooked the outside leg tightly for the cover. Davis dropped to count.

Zack: MUY MAL! And she got it that time!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Davis called for the bell as Mallory rolled off the cover, hunched over in a seat on the mat as she caught her breath. The official raised her hand, prompting her to get to her feet to a pop from the crowd.

Mai: What do you know? Skunky Doo got lucky! This match sponsored by Castol Motor Oil, mechanics are the worst!

Maggie: Here is your winner………’MALICIOUS’ MALLORY BENNETT!!

Zack: Mallory Bennett came to Dallas with one goal in mind, and that was to get herself a crack at the Fast Track title. And in gamer terms, you can say Achievement Unlocked!

Mai: Ugh, that means I have to watch her and Chunky probably face off for the title soon. This is a lose/lose proposition already.

Mallory began to smile as she listened to the crowd, leaning against the ropes for a moment before she rolled out of the ring. A look of some respect back to her opponent was shown before we cut to a commercial for FFW’s merchandise site.

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The show cuts back to the ring, with Maggie stepping through the ropes once again with her microphone in hand. The crowd sees on the video wall what match is coming up.

Mai: What we are about to see here, Zack, is someone getting what she deserves for sticking her nose in other people's’ business.

Zack: Other people’s business such as stopping a woman from getting double teamed? I know you may enjoy that late some night in your hotel, but most don’t care for it in the ring.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The opening riff of Velvet Revolver’s “She Builds Quick Machines” slices out of the PA system as the house lights dim, only to be brought back up with a burst of light when the instruments kick in together in a flash of yellow and blue. From the curtain in that moment steps Mel Avilo to the jeers of the fans. She takes a quick dip of a bow, spinning in a circle as she straightens up, grinning as though mocking the fans.

Maggie: Introducing first/and her opponent, she weighs in at 150 pounds, hailing from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil by way of Craigleith, MEL AVILO!

I can feel it when you pull straight down,
I can feel it when they stood their ground.

Roll over right, keep it through the night.
Right, right, keep it through the night.
Right in my sight, keep it through the night.
I’ll smash right through your spotlight.


Bobbing her head to the music, Mel heads down the ramp. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself up on the apron using the ropes and looks out around her before stepping into the ring, where she heads to her corner, jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and raises a fist into the air, shouting out “I’ll smash right through your spotlight”. She then jumps down and settles in her corner as the music fades out.

Zack: Mel Avilo is the current co-holder of the Unity Championship with Bianca Salvador, but she’s got a whole other kind of problem tonight.

Mai: Yeah, she needs to break the nose of someone who doesn’t know where to put hers or how to keep it in her business. Mel Avilo is my favorite brunette Brazilian champion, you know!

Zack: She’s also the only, so that helps too, I’m sure.

The arena descends into darkness as the quiet rumble of thunder & rain begin to echo out over the P.A system… Quietly at first, it begins to grow louder and louder drawing a greater buzz from the excited fans as the sounds of "Highwayman" begins to roll out over the darkness … The fans immediately begin to cheer as the lyrics drift gently out across the PA system

I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive


The Tragic County song reverberates through them as the spotlights illuminate the ramp way as the excitement grows

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still


Zoey steps out to the top of the ramp, dressed in her blue denim jeans & combat boots… Her halter top is firmly in place, laced tightly up her sides... With a pause, she glares out across the sea of humanity, tilting her ten-gallon hat as she adjusts her finger-less gloves like a restless cowboy, fearlessly gazing into what could always be her last stand

I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around and around and around and around and around


Glaring down the ramp – her dark eyes take in the corridor of outstretched hands as the fans present all manner of joy at her presence… Her hear races and her legs tingle as her mind to attempt to block out the nervous tension while the ramp flashes; illuminating her way through the cheers of thousands

Maggie: “Making her way to the ring from Gatlinburg Tennessee – ZOEY ADLER!”

She takes in a deep breath – her heart beating faster and faster as the tension comes to a boil... With a mighty exhale Zoe makes that  walk down the canyon past the outstretched hands and through the sea of humanity as if walking the endless expanse of death valley itself. Even in their ambiguous joy, she struggles to comprehend their affection for her

I fly a starship
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again


She slides into the ring under the ropes and springs up, charging toward the turnbuckle before jumping up and throwing her arms up once again. With a careless sneer, she hops down; removing her hat and getting one last stretch with the ropes before the start of her match

Zack: Zoey Adler started as a host at Unstoppable 7, where she won over quite a few. But it wasn’t until she started getting involved in stopping some travesties around here that she really picked up massive fan support.

Mai: I liked her better as a host, she was far less irritating. She’s about to run into her first champion in FFW, which means the difficulty level spikes considerably!

Referee Kevin Fisk checks both women for weapons before he calls for the bell. The Dallas crowd is very clearly behind Zoey as they start chanting her name, which brings a grin to her face. As the two head for the center of the ring, Zoey asks Mel if she hears that before Avilo rolls her eyes, catching Adler with a short knee to the ribs. An annoyed look crosses her face as she grabs Zoey’s head with one hand, and begins to unload with right hands with the other. Several connect before another short knee causes her to double over, then allowing Mel to hammer clubbing blows across her back. She pulls her head back up, about to lay in another shot before Zoey beats her to the punch...literally. Adler begins unloading with right hands of her own as the two begin trading in the center of the ring. But a rake of the eyes stops Zoey in her tracks before Mel whips her into the corner, and takes off behind her with a running knee in the ribs as she hangs there.

Mai: Zoey’s happy to have these rednecks cheering for her, but they aren’t going to help her when Mel is laying in those hard shots!

Zack: Mel gives up a big experience advantage to Zoey, but she more than makes up for it with raw power. Avilo is thick, and that’s not blubber, folks!

Mel fires a few European uppercuts into her head before she arches back, and laces into her with a knife edge chop to the chest. It resonates through the arena before Mel connects with two more. She quickly fires her out of the corner to the far side, causing Zoey to crash chest first into the turnbuckles. Avilo charges in behind her with a corner clothesline that crushes her into it again before snapping her arms around her waist. Avilo shows her power advantage with a belly to back suplex to snap Zoey down to the canvas. She drops to her knees, asking Zoey what she hears now before pelting her with right hands. Mel climbs back to her feet, listening to the boos of the crowd with a dismissive shake of her head.

Mai: Can Mel stop a chant or what? Zoey was so proud, and Mel just suplexed that right out of this crowd. Now Zoey can be happy she’s sucking wind on the mat.

Zack: Mel’s definitely got a vicious side to her, we’ve seen it ever since her decision to partner up with Bianca. And it’s even more pronounced tonight, I think!

Zoey began to get back to her feet, causing Mel to double back and bury another knee into her ribs. She went to ram her into the middle turnbuckle, but Zoey shoved her off. Avilo doubled back to grab her, only to catch a mule kick to the stomach before Adler bounced off the near side with a running elbow across the side of the head as Mel stood back up. The crowd was getting behind her again now as Zoey dropped Mel to her knees. She took off towards the ropes again as Mel was beginning to rise, only to put her down with a lariat. When Avilo started to sit up, Zoey left her feet with a basement dropkick to the chest that put her down on her back.

Zack: That’s what happens when you stop to antagonize the crowd. Zoey’s getting her offense uncorked, and Mel’s catching it from all sides!

Mai: She’s just lulling her into a false sense of security, trust me. Zoey will do something stupid, and Mel will capitalize on it.

Zoey jerked Mel up to her feet, moving around behind her to snap her arms around her waist. A German suplex brought her down to the mat before Adler rolled through, delivering a second and a third and a fourth before she bridged up into a pin attempt. Fisk dropped to count.

Zack: Four rolling German suplexes from Zoey, and look at that bridge for the cover!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOO!!

Mel kicked out at the two, causing Zoey to shove her off. Adler got back to her feet, pulling Mel back up again. It looked as though she were going for another suplex from behind until Mel lunged towards the ropes and caused the top rope to catch Zoey across the throat. It caused Adler to start coughing heavily before Mel turned, and threw her out of the ring between the ropes.

Mai: A fat lot of good it did her. Nice try, Zoey. But Mel just threw her out like yesterday’s garbage. We’re gonna have some fun now, she’s going out after her!

Mel rolled out under the bottom rope to the floor, stomping away at Zoey’s body when she tried to get up. The Brazilian jerked her back to her feet, and fired her into the barricade. Zoey struck back first before Mel followed her in. She glanced back to the post with a grin on her face before she whipped Zoey into it. Adler connected back first as Mel smiled wider, charging towards her with a clothesline. But Zoey dodged out of the way as Mel wrapped her arm around the post instead, giving Zoey a chance to recuperate and retaliate with a Russian leg sweep that snapped Mel to the floor.

Mai: Okay, so maybe going outside wasn’t the best idea after all. And giving the post a clothesline isn’t going to do much better for Mel either!

Zack: You’re not kidding there. A nicely executed Russian leg sweep just introduced Mel’s back and head to the floor. Zoey doesn’t want it out there though, she wants it in the ring.

Zack was reading Zoey’s mind as she pulled Mel up, and shoved her under the bottom rope back into the ring. She rolled in after her to stop the count. Mel was slow to get back to her feet, causing Zoey to grab her head and connect with a swinging neckbreaker. Before Mel had a chance to do much, Zoey dropped to her side and applied a Fujiwara armbar and brought Mel’s arm up between her legs. Avilo shouted in pain as Zoey leaned back, trying to add more pressure.

Zack: Zoey’s showing us some of her technical skill here, and that Fujiwara armbar is going to test how strong Mel’s arms are.

Mai: Are you kidding? Her arms are just like those luscious legs, strong and powerful! I wonder if Mel’s ever thought about doing some scissoring videos….

Zoey continued to crank on her arm, making Mel kick her feet out and manage barely to get one under the bottom rope. Fisk pointed it out to Zoey, who shook her head as she got back to her feet. Grabbing her by the arm, she tried to drag her towards the center to do it again. But Mel managed to catch her with a kick to the top of her head. It rattled Zoey for a moment until a second one connected, causing Mel to roll to her feet before grabbing Zoey’s head and into a single knee facebreaker. Adler fell backwards holding her face as Mel started to get back to her feet, trying to shake off the pain in her arm.

Zack: You can see the damage has been done with that armbar, and Mel’s trying to get the blood circulating back in that arm again.

Mai: She’ll be fine. I told you she’s strong, and it’s going to take more than a couple moves to keep her from using either of those arms!

Zoey started back to her feet, causing Mel to scoop her up over one shoulder and take off with a running powerslam. She grabbed the outside leg for the cover as Fisk dropped to count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Much like Mel had earlier, Zoey kicked out at two and prompted Mel to pull her up slightly by the head before connecting with a headbutt to her face.

Mai: That’s what you call using your head, Zack. Mel’s looking to give Zoey something to think about the next time she tries to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong.

Mel pulled her back over her shoulder before taking off towards the corner. She drove her back into the turnbuckles before tying her up in a tree of woe. Avilo began stomping away at her body before she darted for the nearby corner. A quick measure was seen before she darted across into a baseball slide that caught Zoey flush on the head, causing it to ricochet like a pinball off the bottom turnbuckle. Mel landed on her feet on the floor with a bit a grin on her face...then hammering more right hands into the side of her head from the floor. Fisk admonished her before she asked the crowd where the cheers were now.

Mai: That’s a good question! Anyone here want to applaud Zoey for Mel nearly sending her head into the fourth row? No one? Color me shocked.

Zack: I don’t like the way her head snapped like that, Zoey may not even know where she is right now. Mel’s enjoying the ire of this Dallas crowd in the meantime!

Mel climbed back into the ring as Fisk unhooked Zoey’s feet, letting her fall to the canvas. The Brazilian champion dragged Zoey towards the center of the ring before taking off towards the center. She rebounded quickly into a rolling senton that landed square on Zoey’s chest before grabbing the far leg for the cover. Fisk slid right into position for the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Adler got her shoulder up in time, causing Mel to get back to her feet and fire a few stomps into her body. She pulled her back to her feet, and planted her head between her legs for what looked like a piledriver.

Mai: Do it, Mel! Give it to her! Trust me, you won’t scramble those brains anymore than they already are, sweetie!

But Mel took a second too long as Zoey stood up, catching Mel’s head as she dangled by her legs behind her and planted her with a backdrop driver. Adler rolled away from her, trying to pull herself together as the crowd was getting back into the match all over again. She dropped to a knee, getting her bearings as Mel began to get back up a few feet away. Zoey turned on a dime, and darted out of the corner with a spear that popped the crowd! Mounted punches followed that before she got back to her feet, looking around at the crowd and nodding her head.

Zack: What an explosive spear! Mel was getting back to her feet, and got folded up like an accordion for her troubles! And now, Zoey’s walking tall again!

Mel was slow to get back to her feet before Zoey rocketed towards her, catching her with a yakuza kick that flattened her. She rolled back to her feet as Mel was starting to rise again after a moment. The Tennessean bolted towards her, and caught her with a cutter to drive her into the mat. She quickly rolled her over, making the cover in the process!

Zack: Cutter! And Zoey’s about to call it a night!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Mel’s shoulder came up in the nick of time as Zoey started back to her feet. With the crowd behind her, she pulled Mel back to her feet and wrapped her arms into a straitjacket! But Mel broke free!

Mai: She’s going for that damn strai---no, Mel broke it!!

Avilo spun into her as Zoey caught her with a back leg roundhouse kick that staggered her, causing Zoey to again grab her arms to go for the straitjacket DDT! But Mel had scouted, breaking her grip and catching her with a jawbreaker. It wobbled Adler before Mel overpowered her and planted her with her gutwrench driver!

Zack: Adler was going for the Widowmaker, but Mel countered into the Mel-Bomb!

She dropped across Zoey to hook the leg for the cover before the referee dropped for the count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell, causing the boos to begin when Mel made it to her feet. He raised her hand in victory to make it official.

Mai: What’d I tell you, Zack? Zoey should have kept her nose out of Mel’s business, because that’s how you get dropped like a sack of trash!

Maggie: Here is your winner………….MEL AVILO!!!

Zack: Mel Avilo picks up the win, thanks to the fact she had that Widowmaker scouted perfectly! The crowd may not like it, but I don’t think Mel cares!

Mai: Change “think” to “know”, and you got it right! What a win, and what an ass on that girl!

Mel rolls out to the floor, obviously proud of herself as she heads up the ramp. The show cuts to a commercial for Unstoppable 8.





Scarlett Likes to Outsource

The gorilla position is shown not far behind the curtain that leads into the arena before we see none other than Scarlett Silver making her way towards it. Already in her ring gear, she glances around to make sure Kassidy isn’t coming up behind her….until Christian Kincaid joins her. He happens to notice the camera watching.

Christian: Guess who got hired to be a  manager? Yep, that’d be me.

Scarlett smiles at Christian first and then towards the camera.

Scarlett: I’ve always been smart, so of course after my rocky start in FFW I thought it would be good to get a manager. And when I decided I wanted a manager, I wanted the best. So who else could I have possibly have approached?

Christian shrugs his shoulders at the compliment.

Christian: I do know a thing or two about helping people succeed in this company. But before she gets all ragey about it, I promise Kassidy I won’t lay a hand on her all match. That’s not my style o management. Besides that….I think she’ll have her hands full as it is.

Scarlett: I can be a bit of a handful, but it’s all part of my charm obviously. Kassidy doesn’t really need a reason to get all ragey though, I’ve noticed. She seems to be in a permanent state of rage, she should really take some time to chill out, hit the beach, read a good book...or other relaxing activities. There’s plenty to choose from.

Christian: Time to find out if she can channel the rage...or burn out because of it then.

As he finishes, the show cuts to a video package for the history between them.






A video package airs showing the history between Scarlett Silver and Kassidy, including how it all began on Kassidy’s first night in FFW and including all the interactions since then. The show cuts back to the ring from there, and Maggie is waiting with a smile.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Zack: Mai, I’ve been waiting for this one! Kassidy’s been waiting even longer, and we’re about to see it all unfold finally.

Mai: Kassidy may have been waiting, but it’s her screaming and running around like a banshee that’s going to work against her.

“Hands To Myself” by Selena Gomez starts to play through the speakers around the arena.

Can't keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I'm trying to
I want you all to myself
You're metaphorical gin and juice

So come on give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
You're metaphorical gin and juice


As the opening verse ends and the tempo starts to increase Scarlett Silver walks through the curtain onto the stage with her manager, Christian Kincaid. The lights dip for a moment before she steps forward and a red spotlight shines down on her.

Cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I

Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself


Scarlett struts down the ramp acknowledging the crowd with a smile, with Christian following a few steps behind. Pausing halfway down she sways her hips in rhythm with the music and slowly blows a kiss out to the crowd.

Maggie: Introducing at this time… Hailing from Los Angeles, California….Scarlett Silver!

Scarlett reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope before jumping to her feet and climbing onto the turnbuckle facing the stage. She raises her arms up high then jumps down to join Christian in her corner, for a last minute, pre-match discussion.

Zack: Scarlett said she was going to find someone to watch her back. I have to admit I figured it might be Missy, but instead she’s hired Christian.

Mai: Well he’s not exactly new to all this. I mean I would have done it for free, as long as she didn’t mind if I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, but….

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light!
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight!
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right!
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight!


From the speakers loud guitar can be heard energetic and wild, “Through the Fire and Flames” by DragonForce signals the entrance of the raging redhead. Kassidy, the warrior lost in time rushes out, slapping hands of every fan she can possibly get to as her eyes gaze down upon the ring with fire behind them.

Maggie: Hailing from Dublin, Ireland...by way of the Faroe Islands....this is the Warrior that Time Forgot...KASSIDY!

Rushing down to the ring Kass slaps the hands of every single fan she can on other side, even running back once more to the entrance and again all the way back down to make sure she tags every hand she can. Running around the ring Kass then slides under the bottom, hair whipping back with a primal roar before rising and rushing to the ropes, shaking and headbanging to get the fans as pumped as she was. Spinning on her heels the redhead grins, ready for whatever may come her way.

Zack: Straight from Future Shock with no shortage of hype behind her, you can tell that Kassidy is already up to 9000 in terms of being amped for her first FFW Pay Per View! And when you factor in that she’s about to get her hands on Scarlett, that just makes it all the better.

Mai: I think you’re underestimating “Homewrecker Hot” here, Zack. She’s already proven she’s smarter than Kassidy, now she can prove she’s a better athlete too!

Referee Jennifer Stringer immediately calls for the bell with the crowd solidly behind the Warrior that Time Forgot. And as soon as the bell sounded, Kassidy made a beeline towards her until Scarlett ducked out of the ring to the floor. Kassidy made it to the ropes before Stringer tried to get her to move back, with Scarlett advising she wasn’t getting back in with her where she was. She shooed her back with both hands, much to the chagrin of the crowd as Kassidy began to back up. The brunette conferred with Christian for a moment before she took a walk around the corner to the other side of the ring. She reached up to grab the rope to pull herself up before Kassidy went towards her, and she dropped back down again with a shake of her head.

Zack: This Dallas crowd is not the least bit impressed with Scarlett’s courage right now. And Kassidy is chomping at the bit!

Mai: She’s not stupid, she’s not going to get in with Kassidy waiting within arm’s reach. That’s not fair, plus we get to watch her walking away. It’s quickly become a favorite hobby of mine, Zack.

With the crowd booing the brunette, Scarlett looked back to them with disgust at their reaction. Kassidy backed up, and rolled out of the ring on the other side. The Warrior took off around the corner as Scarlett was telling a guy in the front row to keep dreaming...until Kassidy blasted around the corner. Scarlett barely turned in time as Christian shouted at her to turn around as Kassidy began to unload with furious right hands one after another. It knocked Scarlett backwards with each shot before Kassidy used a discus punch to drop her to a seat on the floor. She let out a war cry as Scarlett was starting to get up, only for the brunette to turn and try to get away from her. Kassidy caught her though from behind, and scooped her up into a gorilla press before launching her through the ropes back into the ring.

Zack: Kassidy got tired of waiting, and Silver’s already trying to get on her bicycle and get out of the arena! Now she’s got her back in the ring, and-

Mai: Kassidy jumps people from behind! That’s horrible, here Scarlett was just trying to warm up a little and this is how she gets treated?!

Kassidy rolls into the ring as Scarlett starts backing up, sliding on her butt across the ring before she gets up and tries to exit again. But the Warrior wasted no time as she charged in behind her, hammering forearms across her back repeatedly as she was trying to get out. Each shot rocked her before Kassidy snatched her around the waist, and hurled her with a release German suplex that saw Scarlett land hard on her back. The brunette tried to get up as Kassidy hit the near side ropes, mowing her down with a running clothesline! She kept running as Scarlett tried to get up again, only to turn around and eat another clothesline from the Warrior. Silver tried to get up again, a bit more wobbly at this point before Kassidy bolted past her and spiked her with a one handed bulldog. Kassidy sat up on her knees, screaming into the air and pounding her chest as she got to her feet.

Zack: Can you tell Kassidy is amped up or what?! And Scarlett’s had absolutely zero answer to any of this! Unless you count running…

Mai: This is called weathering the storm, Zack. Scarlett’s just letting her burn off some energy here, nothing more to it than that.

Zack: You could die before Kassidy’s batteries drain though..

Scarlett started back to her feet, but was helped the rest of the way as Kassidy jerked her up by the arm. She whipped her with velocity into the turnbuckle, causing the brunette to crash back first in obvious pain. Kassidy grabbed her arm again, and fired her across a second time back first into the opposite corner. Silver’s body was wracked with pain before Kassidy took her arm one last time, and fired her so hard into the opposite corner that it took Kassidy off her feet. Silver hit again, staggering and dropping to her knees as Kassidy was getting back to her feet with another warrior cry.

Mai: I’ve never seen someone get fired into a turnbuckle that hard!

Zack: This isn’t gonna last long, Mai. It’s been totally one-sided since the bell rang, and Kassidy is running the table at Relentless!

Kassidy headed back towards her as Scarlett was slowly trying to get to her feet, greeting the brunette with a corner clothesline that put her right back in the corner again. She climbed up to the middle rope, raising one fist to the sky and began to hammer fists down into the brunette’s head. She got to ten before she let Scarlett stumble out of the corner along the ropes. Kassidy spun her around, and hooked her head for a DDT. But as she went to drive her down, Silver hooked her arm around the top rope and Kassidy landed on the back of her head. Silver staggered a couple steps, using the ropes to help her stand up as she tried to pull herself together while Kassidy held the back of her head on the mat.

Mai: See? What’d I tell you, Zack? She was just letting work off some of that energy, and waited for Kassidy to make a mistake.

Zack: I’d think there are better strategies you can devise than to get your ass handed to you for five minutes before you started retaliating.

Scarlett pulled it together much quicker when she saw Kassidy starting to get up, immediately grabbing her head into a front facelock and driving knees into her face repeatedly. Several connected before she dropped her with a DDT of her own. The brunette stopped to catch her breath, while the crowd showed her absolutely no love at all. (Except maybe a few hopeful men.) Kassidy began to rise slowly before Scarlett rebounded off the far side. She snapped off a running neckbreaker that drove Kassidy down to the mat before she rolled her over to make a cover. Stringer slid into position to count.

Mai: You’re right, Zack. It isn’t going to last long, this is tremendous!

ONE!!!

TW-WHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Stringer’s hand barely touched the canvas before Kassidy launched her off the cover with both hands. It sent Silver rolling into the ropes before she looked back with wide eyes as Kassidy sat up, and began pounding her chest again.

Zack: Look at that face! Either Scarlett’s seen a ghost, or she just realized Kassidy is nowhere near done yet!

Mai: Maybe one of the wives here recognized her…

Kassidy got back to her feet, darting towards Scarlett who ducked her head between the ropes. The referee immediately went to intercept Kassidy as she had both hands on Scarlett already. Stringer tried to push her back, and completely missed a mule kick between Kassidy’s legs that dropped her to her knees on the canvas. The referee looked at Scarlett with a curious look, getting only a shrug from the brunette before she turned around and delivered an enzuigiri to the back of her head that put her down on the mat.

Zack: Stringer was trying to get between Kassidy and Scarlett, and Silver used it to deliver a low blow….which is how this all began in the first place.

Mai: Probably an old track injury, Scarlett has a trick knee. Sometimes it cramps up on her, don’t worry about it. We got a match going on here.

Scarlett measured and drove a few right hands into Kassidy’s head as she was doubled over on her knees. Silver rebounded off the near side, using a knee trembler into the side of her head that tipped her over to the canvas. She climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, measuring again before using a cannonball senton into her chest. She quickly made the cover again, this time hooking a leg as Stringer dropped to count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zack: Nice senton from Scarlett, not something we’ve seen her doing much since she arrived in FFW.

Mai: Well I imagine if CK is managing her, he’s taught her a few things. Kinda looked like something he used to do.

Kassidy kicked out at two. Scarlett began to rise to her feet, only long enough to deliver a fist drop into her head. She rolled onto her stomach, and sat on her lower back to apply a full nelson that bent Kassidy backwards. Silver tried to clasp her hands together, but was having a difficult time with all of Kassidy’s hair. Stringer dropped in front of the orange warrior, asking her if she wanted to submit while Scarlett continued to try to lock her fingers amidst all of Kassidy’s hair.

Zack: Your spine isn’t meant to bend that way, but Scarlett’s doubling down with that full nelson at the same time. I don’t recall Kassidy quitting too often though.

Mai: She doesn’t have to, she’s more than welcome to pass out. That works just as well, but the key point is she’s taken the fire out of Kassidy’s furnace...so to speak.

The crowd began trying to rally behind Kassidy by calling her name. It seemed to inspire her a bit as her fists began to clench and unclench. Her arms began to move as well as Scarlett tried even harder to lock her fingers...until Kassidy jerked her arms down and broke the grip. Silver popped to her feet, jumping into the air and landing across her lower back into a seat to bring her back down. She popped back to her feet, bouncing off the far side as Kassidy began to rise again...only to put her back down with a curb stomp. Another quick cover followed that as the referee dropped to count.

Zack: A vile curb stomp from Silver, and she may have knocked Kassidy out with that one.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The referee only held up two fingers as Scarlett got back to her feet, giving her some static about thinking that should have been a three. As she did this, Kassidy began to drag herself towards the ropes.

Mai: Yes, it should have been 3, I agree. But….I’ve seen this movie before! Scarlett, don’t let her get to the ropes!

Christian tried to get his new client’s attention as she bickered with the referee, pointing out behind her what was going on as Kassidy made it to her destination. Silver turned around as Kassidy grabbed the bottom rope, and began to shake it. The crowd was getting loud quickly as Kassidy grabbed the middle next, shaking it even more violently as Scarlett began unloading with forearms across her back repeatedly. Kassidy continued shaking the ropes as she was getting back to her feet.

Zack: I’ve seen her do this so many times! It’s like Kassidy get re-energized by something...and look at those shots from Scarlett! NO EFFECT!

Kassidy got back to her feet, shaking the top rope now as she screamed into the crowd while Scarlett continued to try to bring her down with no success. Silver went for a haymaker, but Kassidy turned into her and blocked it before firing one back of her own. It wobbled Scarlett backwards as Kassidy landed a second and a third. She grabbed her arm, and fired her across the ring. Silver rebounded off the far side before Kassidy launched towards her with a flying shoulder tackle that mowed her down. The Warrior rolled to her feet, screaming into the heavens as Scarlett was starting to rise again. When she did, Kassidy snatched her up and threw her with a t-bone suplex that sent Scarlett upside down against the ropes and collapsing to the mat.

Mai: I hate when this happens…..

Zack: Kassidy is supercharged again, and things just keep going from bad to worse for Scarlett Silver!

Kassidy pounded her chest, screaming like a banshee as she began kicking her feet behind her like she was about to take off! Scarlett began to rise as Kassidy blasted towards her, only for Christian to pull his client out of the ring under the bottom rope just as Kassidy was about to strike. Scarlett stumbled a moment, waving towards the ring and starting to head towards the ramp.

Mai: That’s fine, Scarlett. You totally proved your point. Take the rest of the night off!

Zack: She’s leaving! After all the trouble she started, Scarlett Silver is walking out of the American Airlines Arena, she’s had enough of Kassidy!

Mai: I know how she feels!

Scarlett headed up the ramp, and only got about halfway up before another woman appeared at the top of it with her arms across her chest and shaking her head. Silver looked up as the crowd gave a very warm reception to…

Zack: That’s Ruby Tyler! Silver just ran into the guardian of the gate!

Mai: What the hell is this any business of hers?!

Zack: Scarlett used her for a human shield a few weeks back! She’s not letting her leave!

Scarlett was trying to pull herself together, screaming at Ruby to get out of the way as Tyler shook her head and pointed back to the ring. The referee watched from the ropes as a brunette hopped the barricade on the other side of the ring. Kassidy watched Scarlett as well as Ruby tried to point out to the referee what was going on behind her. The brunette spun Kassidy around, and decked her with a chained fist to the jaw that flattened her! The camera zoomed in to reveal it was Missy, who rolled back out of the ring and darted over the barricade again. The referee turned back around as Scarlett looked to see the whole thing with a WIDE grin on her face.

Zack: Good Lord, Missy just knocked Kassidy into next week and Stringer was watching Scarlett the whole time!

Mai: Come on back, Scarlett! Everything’s cool!

Ruby started heading down the ramp as Scarlett couldn’t get back to the ring fast enough. Tyler headed towards the barricade where Missy jumped before Silver rolled into the ring….and into a cover! Stringer dropped to count!

Zack: You have got to be kidding me!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Stringer called for the bell to a deafening roar of boos from the crowd. Scarlett got back to her feet as Christian joined her on the apron. And the brunette beamed even wider when she got her hand raised.

Mai: Dreams really do come true, Zack!

Maggie: Here is your winner……….SCARLETT SILVER!!

Zack: What a load of horse sh--

Mai: SHE DID IT, ZACK!!

Ruby looked up to the ring with a very unamused expression as Scarlett gave her a little wave. Tyler started into the ring as Scarlett immediately rolled out to the floor on the other side.

Zack: Scarlett Silver, with the help of her partner-in-crime, has stolen this match tonight! But something tells me while she may be proud, Ruby Tyler isn’t! This isn’t over, folks!

Mai: Who cares if Ruby’s happy?! Scarlett defeated Beeker there in her Pay Per View debut!

Scarlett took her manager by the wrist, and headed to the top of the ramp before thrusting her arms up in victory. The huge grin on her face was clear as we cut elsewhere.


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Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Zack: Raquel faced off against Isis three weeks ago at Breaking Point in Columbus, now it’s the turn of the other half of the Tornado Tag champions to face the other half of Ascension.

The lights go out in the arena.

Suddenly, while the intro of "King Of The World" by Porcelain And The Tramps blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage while the opening lyrics are being heard…

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


As the chorus of the song drops, Valentina steps onto the stage and stands there in a dominant pose, hands on her hips and squinching at the crowd in a look of detest.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is “The Latin Goddess”…

VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!!

Valentina then confidently strides her way to the ring, with the spotlight completely focused on her and the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd showering down on her, Valentina is soaking up the reaction, even though she ignores it. Meanwhile, while she’s walking down, Valentina's entrance video is shown on the big screen, profiling her likeness and footage of her in action.

As Valentina reaches the ringside area, two nondescript men run over and create a human stairway for her next to the ring: one man on all fours next to the ring and the other lying prone in front of him. Causally stepping on the men, Valentina walks up and walks across the edge of the ring. She then reclines against the ropes and callously looks down at the men, giving them a smirk while they get to their knees and properly grace her boots with kisses before dismissing themselves to the back. She looks around the arena, not directly seeing the crowd through the darkness, but knowing that they’re out there as she sees the consistent flashing lights of the camera and the still boisterous reaction from the crowd.

Valentina then glares towards the referee in the ring and orders the referee to hold the ropes for her, which the referee reluctantly complies with doing. She wipes her feet on the apron and enters the ring, Valentina strides towards two opposite ring posts in where she climbs up and extends her arms out and looks on with a smirk, posing to the crowd with complete confidence. She’s taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.

After going through her ritual, Valentina climbs down and makes her way towards the referee and commands the referee to take off her robe and then leans against the ropes in a sexy, confident pose as she waits for her opponent to arrive or for the match to begin.

Zack: There’s no denying that there has been no love lost between Ascension and Scarborough Fair and after seeing a loss against the Gardners at the last Future Shock show, and given that it is first FFW PPV of this year, Valentina will be even more determined to secure the win tonight.

Mai: The Latin Goddess will reign supreme over Mickey!

“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 Christian Kincaid... This is your REIGNING... DEFENDING Tornado Tag Team Champion... Mickey Scarborough!

“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, Mickey steps out at the top of the ramp, laughing maniacally and bouncing on the balls of her toes. She’s joined by Christian. Mickey stares into the camera and yells “I can’t count but count on me!” with the title around her neck like bling. Scarborough rolls in the ring as her theme song continues. She bounces against the ropes, ready for her match and giggling the entire time. She leans up against her corner and licks her lips wickedly before handing the championship belt to the ref.

Zack: Mickey prevented Isis from performing her Voyage to Armageddon on Raquel three weeks ago, but handed Isis the win in the process.

Mai: That was disgraceful behaviour and right when it was getting good too!

As Maggie leaves the ring, referee Angela Rocca hands her Mickey’s belt and calls for the bell to get the match underway. Mickey wastes no time in flying from her corner towards Valentina who is slightly slower off the mark. Valentina manages to narrowly avoid the oncoming clothesline from Mickey, but the fired up California native quickly stops her momentum and adapts to take The Latin Goddess down to the canvas with a russian leg sweep. As Valentina shakes her head a little wondering what happened, Mickey rolls back to her feet and quickly delivers a fist drop to Valentina’s shoulder, knocking her flat on her back again. Not wanting to allow Mickey to get another drop on her, Valentina pulls herself up to her knees as Mickey gets back to her feet and runs to ropes. As Lozano stands, Mickey steps up onto the middle rope and springboards off it, looking to deliver a hurricanrana but Valentina catches her and runs her back first into the corner.

Zack: Mickey was making her intentions known from the outset of this match, she didn’t want to give Valentina a second to respond.

Mai: Valentina was just lulling her into a false sense of security!

Valentina releases her hold on Mickey and as she starts to slump down the corner, Lozano pulls her back up to fire a series of stiff forearms straight into her chest. Grabbing hold of her wrist, Valentina pulls Mickey out of the corner into a short-arm clothesline. As Scarborough hits the mat, Valentina keeps hold of her arm and grabs her by the hair to pull her back to her feet, only to send her straight back down again with a second short-arm clothesline. Pulling her back to her feet a second time, Valentina charges Mickey into the opposite corner before unloading another series of stiff forearms into her chest. Grabbing Mickey by the arm, Valentina pulls her from the corner yet again this time to whip across to the ropes then stances herself waiting for her to rebound, but Mickey grabs hold of the top rope stopping herself.

Zack: A good use of the ropes from Mickey and she's saved herself a world of pain from whatever Valentina had in store for her.

Mai: She's just delaying the inevitable.

Before Mickey can turn back, Valentina charges and hits her with an elbow into her back, then locks her arms around the California natives waist, looking for a German suplex. Mickey grips the top rope tightly, stopping Valentina from being able to lift her. As Lozano locks her grip tighter and attempts again to lift her, Mickey brings her leg up slightly and stamps down hard onto Valentina’s foot, following up with a back elbow to the side of her head as she was distracted by her foot, forcing Lozano to release her grip. Mickey throws a second elbow back to catch Valentina in the gut and as the Latin Goddess bends in the middle, Scarborough turns around and pulls her head down to her knee for a facebreaker. As Valentina stumbles backwards, Mickey quickly scales the ropes and leaps to land a diving crossbody which flattens Valentina. Mickey throws her arm across for the cover as Rocca drops down for the count.        

Zack: Facebreaker followed by a perfect diving crossbody and Mickey's going for the pin. It might be too early yet, but stranger things have happened.

ONE!!!

TW-NOOOOOOO!!!

Valentina kicks out before Rocca can count the two and Mickey rolls away, popping up to her feet quickly. As Valentina starts to get back to her feet, Mickey measures and charges at her aiming a dropkick towards her head. At the last second Lozano drops down to the canvas and rolls out of the way causing Mickey to land in a heap. Valentina is quick to her feet and grabbing a fist full of Mickey’s hair, drags the California native to her feet and locks her arms around her waist, looking again for the German suplex that Mickey prevented before. This time she manages to lift her and throw her over and she lands like a sack of bricks near the ropes. With a smirk on her face Lozano walks over and uses her foot to roll Mickey onto her front then takes hold of the top rope to steady herself as she steps onto Mickey’s back and starts to stomp down repeatedly on her, earning her no love at all from the Dallas crowd.

Mai: GODDESS STOMP-DOWN!

The Latin Goddess steps off and pulls Mickey up to her feet resting her against the ropes, immediately she starts firing stiff forearms into the side of Scarborough’s head, keeping her in place with each blow. Grabbing her by the arm again, Valentina whips her across to the opposite ropes and as she rebounds, the Latin Goddess ducks down and scoops her up onto her shoulders to drop her to the mat with a Samoan drop, before quickly running to the ropes and bouncing off them to land a knee drop straight into Mickey’s chest. Lozano throws her arm over and hooks the outside leg. The crowd are not behind the Canadian at all as Rocca begins the count.

Zack: Valentina with the cover and the crowd are not happy in the slightest.  

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!  

Mickey rolls her shoulder off the mat and Valentina sits up looking thoroughly frustrated as she checks with Rocca, who confirms that it was only a two.

Mai: Just stay down Mickey!

Still looking a bit frustrated, she gets up, bringing Mickey up to her knees in the process. She wraps her arms around Mickey's midsection and hoists her up for a double arm suplex, dropping her unceremoniously back on the mat. With speed the Canadian gets back up again and drags Mickey by her hair to her knees and up fully to her feet. Scarborough groggily shakes her head trying to clear the cobwebs a little, but Valentina doesn’t let her get her bearings for long before she connects an Enziguri to the side of her head, which drops her like a rock.

Zack: Valentina delivers a nasty Enziguri that might just come with a dose of whiplash.

Mai: I told her she should have stayed down.

As Valentina goes for the cover again, Mickey puts her foot onto the bottom rope, stopping the count before it even begins, which Valentina is not pleased at in the slightest. She picks Mickey up again and places her on her feet, unleashing a fury of lefts and rights into her chest and sides, rocking her backwards towards the corner. With Mickey reeling, Valentina whips her into the corner and as she bounces off the turnbuckle, Lozano charges at her looking for a spear. Mickey narrowly sidesteps and Valentina, unable to stop her momentum, crashes face first into the corner.    

Mickey leans against the ropes, taking the opportunity to actually clear the cobwebs this time and catch her breath, holding her back a bit at the same time, clearly feeling the effects of the match. Meanwhile, Valentina steps backwards and rubs her face a little before she turns back to Mickey again.

Zack: That looked like pure instinct from Mickey and it was an instinct that saved her from what would have been a painful encounter to say the least.

Mai: She should ignore any instincts and just stay down.

Lozano charges again only for Mickey to duck to the side at the last second, causing Valentina to get a faceful of ropes instead. Getting her second wind, Mickey spins behind Valentina and unloads a rapid fire succession of haymakers into her back. Pulling her back from the ropes, Mickey grabs Valentina’s arm and whips her across for the ride. As the Latin Goddess rebounds off the far ropes, Mickey looks as if she is going for a superkick which causes Valentina to bring her hands up to protect her face. With Lozano distracted, Mickey delivers a superkick to her knee and as she drops down into a crouch, Scarborough rebounds off of the ropes and delivers a low aimed running big boot. Valentina somehow manages to keep herself from crashing to the mat, but barely. With the Texas crowd solidly behind her Mickey grabs Valentina by the head and pulls her into position to plant her into the canvas with a hammerlock DDT. Wasting no time she drops down for the cover and hooks the outside leg for good measure.

Zack: Medicine Hat Mixer followed by a Hammerlock DDT from Mickey and she has the chance to put this match to bed now.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  

Valentina kicks out quite forcefully and Mickey narrowly avoids getting in the jaw by her knee.

Mai: It will take more than that to stop Valentina!

With both women down on the mat, Valentina rapidly rolls to her knees and back to her feet to deliver a stomp to Mickey to stop her from pulling herself to her knees. Valentina then pulls Mickey up by the head and plants it between her legs before raising her upside down and quickly delivering a piledriver. With a scowl, Valentina gets straight back up and pulls Lozano with her again fires her into the ropes catching her with a vicious spear as she rebounds.

Valentina steps on the downed California native and runs to the ropes, making her way to the top with speed. Christian shouts to Mickey to warn her to move, but it doesn’t look as if she hears him, as Lozano launches herself off looking for a diving moonsault. At the last possible second before impact, Mickey brings her knees up and Valentina lands awkwardly on top of them.

Zack: Valentina went high, but thanks to a quick move from Mickey she's crashed and burned in a painful way.

Mai: Thanks to Christian warning her you mean!

Mickey staggers to her feet and measures before landing an elbow drop straight into Valentina’s gut, bending her in the middle, she then drops down behind her wraps her arm around Valentina’s throat and locks her legs around her waist, applying as much pressure as she can. Rocca crouches down beside Lozano to check and her ask her if she wants to submit, which she gives a definite no to. With the crowd on their feet chanting for Mickey, she increases the pressure, tightening her grip to try and get Valentina to submit, as the Canadian tries to reach the bottom rope with no success.

Zack: Scar Clutch! Mickey is going to make Valentina tap, I can feel it.

Mai: The Latin Goddess will never tap to Mickey!

Suddenly Mickey releases the hold having spotted something out of the corner of her eye it would seem, and rolls away from Valentina looking from the video wall to Christian on the outside and back again.

Zack: What’s she doing? She’s just released the hold when Valentina had nowhere to go!

The reason for her sudden stop becomes clear as the video wall which shows Isis going to town on Raquel. Seeing her partner being pummelled, she slides straight under the bottom rope and takes off at a run towards the back with Christian at the side of her.

Mai: The match isn’t over yet, she should stay and fight!

Zack: It’s clear that Raquel is in trouble and Mickey is taking the only option she has and that’s to go and help her.

Mai: It’s not her only option, she could stay and fight like a woman and let Raquel fight her own battles.

Zack: That’s not a battle, it’s clearly an attack.

Valentina smirks as Rocca begins the ten count, much to the disappointment of the crowd as they make their feelings towards Valentina and Isis very well known, and very loudly.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Mai: The referee may aswell just stop counting and raise Valentina’s hand now. Disgraceful behaviour from Mickey, taking off in the middle of a match like that.

FIVE!!!

SIX!!!

SEVEN!!!

Zack: Anybody would have done the same thing in her position.

Mai: I wouldn’t!

EIGHT!!!

NINE!!!

TEN!!!

Rocca immediately calls for the bell and the disgruntled Dallas crowd get even louder with no love at all for the Latin Goddess.

Maggie: Your winner of this match, via countout…...VALENTINA LOZANO!

Zack: Mickey did the only thing she could in this situation and went to help her tag partner, leaving Valentina to steal the win with a countout.

Mai: She didn’t steal it, she earned it fair and square!

Zack: Sure…

Valentina grins widely as Angela Rocca raises her hand, and the camera focuses on her smiling face before cutting elsewhere.





The Hall is Calling

As we come back to the live show, we find Cody Kincaid standing on the stage with the Hall of Fame logo on the video wall behind him. He gets a warm reaction from the crowd, as you might expect.

Cody: Tonight here at Relentless, it is my honor to announce the next inductee into the 2017 class of the FFW Hall of Fame. While she and I may have had our differences in the past, her contributions and achievements to FFW from day one cannot be argued. As one half of one of the longest reigning champions in the Unity division’s history, she proved that working with others was always a strength...even when she didn’t necessarily like them. She also held the now retired Television Championship as well, but that is not where she’d make her biggest mark.

A video package begins to play on the video wall as the fans see clips from matches and segments featuring Team Adonis.

Cody: Upon realizing she had nothing else left to prove in either division, she was one of the pioneers and practically a matriarch to a new division….that being the No Surrender. And there, she would make even more history. She’d set a record that still stands today being a 4 time FFW No Surrender Champion.

Clips from each championship victory in the division are shown behind Cody next.

Cody: In my mind, there is no doubt she belongs here with the history-making women preceding her. And it is my pleasure to announce that on the night before Unstoppable 8, the latest inductee into the 2017 FFW Hall of Fame class is………………..STARLA MCCLOUD!!

As her name is announced Starla McCloud emerges through the curtain from backstage, with a small, humble looking smile upon her face as she moves to one end of the stage, waving to the crowd before heading to the other, walking past Cody as she does so to wave to her fans on that side of the stage before she joins the man, offering him a handshake only to pull him into a hug for a moment. Before she takes a microphone from her back pocket.

Starla: WOW! I mean...honestly...this is...I’m speechless.

She looked down at the entrance ramp for a moment before out to the crowd and then back to Cody.

Starla: It’s been a rollercoaster ride hasn’t it? This almost eight year long journey that I’ve been on; that has seen me get cheered and booed and...on some occasions laughed at. I came into this company on day one as a girl with very little experience. A chance was taken on me; was given to me like it has for so many FFW Superstars and I’m able to stand her and say that I learned from some of the very best. I’ve done some things - many of which you’ve already mentioned - that I’m extremely proud of and I’ve done some things that I’m not so proud of - that I’m ashamed of and which I could turn back the clock - during those eight years…

The red haired woman rubbed the back of her neck as she looked sympathetically towards the COO and then up to the top of the video wall.

Starla: Never once did I think, given everything, that I’d be here seeing this and hearing you make the announcement that you did. I can’t even begin to sum up how thankful I am to you and to Samantha’ to my husband and, yes,  to Casey too... and to all the fans worldwide that have gotten me to this point. Thank you all. This means more to me than I could ever, ever say. Thank you again.

Mai: I may not have been a huge BSX fan, but I think I can get behind this one, Zack.

Zack: There’s no question about it, Mai. Starla belongs in the Hall, and that’s where she’ll be going! The Hall is calling, and the Doctor is in!



As the crowd gives Starla well deserved applause and support, we head to a commercial for Unstoppable 8.





“WITH BLOOD AND RAGE OF CRIMSON RED, RIPPED FROM A CORPSE SO FRESHLY DEAD, TOGETHER WITH MY HELLISH HATE, I WILL BURN YOU ALL! THAT IS YOUR FATE!”

The arena lights fall into darkness. In the sky, there is only flashes of blue and purple. They cascade, while rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning flow out. The lightning illuminates the arena briefly. The audience is silence, only awaiting what would come next. As they fall into a false sense of security, they are delightfully greeted by the screech of an electric guitar. The countdown of “Sonne” by Rammstein follows. The audience counts down with it.

"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."

The heavy instrumentals deafen the audience. The lights go full on, switching rapidly between blue and light purple. Stepping into the light, the God of Anger makes her appearance. The light showcases the infamous red mark that she dons upon her face, her war paint. She looks among the arena with a vicious spirit radiating off her. She tightens the tape around her hands and takes a deep breath. It only takes a moment before Artemis Kaiser lets free her loud roar of battle. She begins her march down the rampway. 

Sparks from gerbs flutter alongside her, engulfing in brilliant light. The tail end of her coat flies behind her; her cap shadows her face. The crowd chants along with the familiar words of her thunderous battle hymn. As she makes it to the center of the ramp, she stops. She bows her head, a prayer of some sort. At this time, Cory takes a step forward and begins to make the call.

Maggie: Making her way down to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds, fighting out of Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, she is the GOD OF ANGER, ARTEMIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS KAAAAAAAAAAAAISEEEEEEEEER!

Artemis lifts her head on sequence and continues her way down the ramp. Her eyes are sharp with violent intention. She pays no heed to the audience as she leaps clean onto the ring apron. She stands there for a moment before entering the ring. 

She then ascends the nearest turnbuckle. From there, she raises her head and roars again. Her wolf teeth mouthguard shines brightly before she concludes her roar. She then leaps off the turnbuckle. She fires off some blows into the turnbuckle pad before turning her head towards the ring. She shadow boxes slightly before leaning onto the ropes like a hungry, anxious beast. Artemis Kaiser is ready.

Zack: My understanding is that these two women have had quite the rivalry that continues from a fed long gone. Tonight they finally settle that score once and for all!

Mai: Should we get the casket ready for Arty, then? Think she's gonna need it.

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 (or the match to begin).

Zack: And Isis herself is looking to destroy Artemis, while her Ascension tag partner in Valentina Lozano faces off against Mickey Scarborough here at Relentless.

Mai: Val's already tired out from that fight, you know. But Isis is a big girl. She can take care of herself.

The bell rings as Isis and Artemis come to the center of the ring, Arty taking note of her size against Isis already. Morales grins at Artemis as she stares her down, then rears back for a punch...but Artemis strikes with a Stockton Slap before Isis can even throw the punch! Isis pauses as she rubs her cheek where Kaiser slapped her, and the fans could almost see the steam snorted out of the amazon's nostrils. Kaiser just shrugs and smirks at Isis.

Zack:...you know what Mai, you might not have been wrong about having that casket ready.

Mai: Tolja.

The anger coming from Isis is put onto Artemis at full force as Isis headbutts her repreatedly, causing a still smirking Artemis to fall back into the ropes. Isis charges at Kaiser to clothesline her over the ropes, but Artemis ducks underneath and manages to put Morales into a Half Nelson suplex and lifting her overhead to the cheers of the crowds. Isis manages to roll to her feet, leering down Artemis as she gives a playful bow to the crowd. Once Artemis turns around, Isis manages to take her down hard with a lariat! Morales goes to pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Artemis rolls her shoulder off the mat.

Zack: Artemis was trying to get in Isis head by having a little fun with the giantess, but all that managed to do was piss Isis off even more.

Mai: As you do.

Isis stomps down on Artemis as she tries to stand back up. Morales grabs Kaiser by the head and holds her still to deliver an open fist to Artemis that sends her staggering back. The redheaded giantess then lifts Artemis over her head into the gorilla press, and then steps away as she drops Arty to the ground. Running to the ropes Isis runs back and jumps to hit a senton to the downed Kaiser. Isis rolls her onto her back and hooks the leg for another pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Again Artemis gets her shoulder up.

Zack: Isis is definitely showing her strength here, but it still isn't enough to keep Artemis down.

Mai: Give her time, these things can't always be rushed.

Getting more visibly angry, Isis picks Artemis up again, whipping her into the ropes. Isis grabs her for a spinebuster, but Artemis uses her momentum to glide over Isis and roll over her back, causing Morales to topple back from a sunset flip bomb! Artemis has Isis rolled up for a pinfall!

ONE!

TWO!

Isis shoves Artemis off of her, but Kaiser is able to roll onto one knee.

Zack: Isis thought she had Kaiser going, but Artemis turned the tables on her almost immediately.

Mai: Booo! Nobody does that to my bae!

Morales gets up as Artemis approaches her, Kaiser trying to wrap her arms around Isis to perform a jumping DDT, but Isis still has enough strength in her to swing her forearm into Kaiser's midsection. Artemis lets go, allowing Isis to wrap her into a bear hug! The amazon squeezes the life out of Artemis, who is struggling to make it out of the submission hold the redhead has Kaiser locked into.

Zack: Artemis is struggling to get out of that bear hug! If she doesn't escape it could be over.

Mai: Dammit Isis, end it now! END IT NOW!

Kaiser begins to kick at Isis' leg while she's lifted off the mat, and while at first it doesn't appear to affect the amazon after enough kicking and flailing it gets to Morales. The redhead drops Artemis as her leg folds from being hit on the knee, and it's just the opening Artemis needed! With all her strength she gets behind Isis and lifts her up with a backdrop driver that impresses the crowd!

Zack: Look at that! Look at the way Artemis just lifted Isis off the mat!

Mai: Smoke and mirrors, Zack. Don't believe everything you see.

The weight of dropping Isis down sends Kaiser with her, Artemis trying to use the turnbuckles to help her back to her feet. Isis gets up faster than Artemis expects, however, and the redheaded giantess is already charging at Artemis for a spear.  Artemis rolls out of the way, and Isis ends up going between the turnbuckles while her shoulder hits the ringpost!

Mai: Yeah yeah, wise counter by Artemis, whatever...

Artemis now waits for Isis to come out from between the turnbuckles, and while Isis rubs her head she's met with a Superwoman Punch from Kaiser that knocks Morales senseless but still standing. This allows Kaiser to follow up with the rolling elbow, and THAT lays Isis out flat!

Zack: FIRST CRUSADE!

Artemis hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Maggie: Here is your winner...ARTEMIS! KAISER!

Zack: Welp, there you have it. A bit of bad blood finally settled between these two women.

Mai: No...dammit, no...

Zack: Isis tried at least, but Artemis was too wise to Isis during this fight. Congratulations to Kaiser!

As Artemis gets her hand raised, we fade out.

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Coming back, we can see that the ring is already littered with tables. You know what that means.

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: The following contest is a Tables match! 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: It has to be reminded that if Riley wins this contest, she will be next in line to fight Emma MacNamara for her Ultraviolence title.

Mai: Even if she wins HERE, you can't tell me that she'd actually beat Emma when the belt itself is on the line.

Cradle of Filth’s “Feotus of a New Day Kicking” thunders out of the sound system, dousing the arena in noise as the lights turn blue and black. From the back first steps Ryan Mackenzie. As the curtain closes behind him, dry ice comes up from the stage. He turns himself towards the curtain and extends his arm, as though waiting for someone. As the music changes to something much less showy, Emma MacNamara steps out from behind the curtain, smirking as the crowd jeer her, and her title belt over her left shoulder.

Maggie: And their opponent, from Glasgow, Scotland, at a weight of 140 pounds, she is the Ultraviolence Champion “The Pretty Little Psycho”, EMMA MACNAMARA!

The pair at the top of the ramp ignore the jeers and start their journey down the ramp, the woman about half a step in front of Ryan. The reach the bottom of the ramp and Emma heads for the stairs while Ryan pulls himself up onto the apron, and sits on the middle rope to allow Emma through.

Danger warning levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining hidden in the mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at Ground Zero!
If yesterday you would have stood up proud,
Then why tonight are you in with the stoning crowd?
Now I breathe through the feotus of a new day kicking!


Stepping through the ropes, Emma heads for her corner where she stands on the middle rope, looking out to the crowd in silence and a deadpan expression before lifting the title above her head and hopping down to meet Ryan in the corner. The two share words as the music fades out.

Zack: Arguably, for someone like Emma, the tables match has to be the tamest of hardcore matches that the Pretty Little Psycho has gotten herself into.

Mai: It's how she won the title in the first place, right? Beat what's-her-name and all that?

Zack: Of course it must be noted that Riley's manager Quinn is nowhere to be seen, reports telling us that she was in a major accident that's prevented her from doing any travelling. We wish her the best of luck.

Mai: Lemme guess, all the chemicals she puts in her hair finally caught it on fire and it melted her brain?!

Zack:...

Emma hands over her Ultraviolence championship to the referee. Emma backs into her corner, with Riley doing the same, both ready to blast out at the word 'go'. Once the ref hands the title to Maggie outside the ring, he signals for the bell, and both the Scot and Irish gal rush out of their corners, hammering one another with fists to the face.

Zack: Right as the bell rings Emma and Riley blasted out of their corners like bats out of hell! Look at them blasting lefts and rights in the middle of the ring, and neither one is backing down!

Mai: Yet.

Emma starts to slam her forearm into Riley's face, pushing the Irish Carbomb back into the ropes. Once Riley's forced into them MacNamara delivers an uppercut to Riot's chin to phase her, then whips her across the ring. Emma goes for a clothesline as she bounces back, but Riley ducks underneath and hits the opposite ropes, wrapping her arms above the rop one to hit the breaks. Emma spots Riley and charges at her, but Riley sidesteps the champion and out of her path. Emma halts herself before she hits the ropes, grabbing the top one to keep from going over. Once she turns around, however, she spots Riley Riot coming at her with a clothesline that sends both women over the ropes and to the outside. Riley manages to grab the middle rope and pull herself onto a seated position on the apron, though still a bit damaged, while Emma rolls onto the floor while the crowd cheers Riley for her action.

Zack: Cactus clothesline to the outside! It's anyone's game to grab a table and use it to put their opponent through.

Mai: Assuming Riley's beefy legs can get her to one before Emma comes to.

Scooting herself from the apron, the Carbomb goes and grabs a table leaning on the next side of the ring, setting it up on it's legs which takes a bit of time. Riley goes back to Emma and grabs her by the head, leading her back over to the setup table and slams her head down on it a few times. Riley then hits the UV champion with her own uppercut to daze Emma futher. The Carbomb then shoves Emma's upper body between her legs, lifting her up for a powerbomb, but Emma manages to flip behind Riley and with a struggle from the Irish native manages to roll her away with a sunset flip near the steel steps that forces Riley's head to connect hard with the side of them. Emma rolls Riley off and manages to stand up, a smile on the champion's face while she flips her hair out of her face. Ryan can be seen backing away from the action, knowing this isn't his fight to meddle in.

Zack: Emma, almost out of instinct, managed to counter Riley's powerbomb attempt. If she hadn't been able to pull that off this match would have been over.

Mai: Thank god! Could you imagine the business we'd lose if that happened?!

While Riley's getting on all fours, rubbing her head from hitting the steps, Emma picks her up by the head and slams her down right on top of those steps. She manages to slam her in until she was sure that the Irish Carbomb wasn't able to get up. Leaving her opponent dazed and her head face down on the steps, Emma goes searching under the ring for another item to bring into this matchup. The camera keeps an eye on her as she comes back out from underneath, pulling out...a rather unusually large game system.

Zack: That's...who the heck left an Atari 5200 under the ring?!

Mai: I dunno, Zack, I'm more questioning how you even know what one IS!

Even Emma stares at the machine like it's insane, wondering how something that huge existed in the 80's. Regardless she shrugs and moves back to Riley, holding the Atari unit high over her head before slamming it down onto the back of Riley's head! Emma lets out a pleased cackle as she can hear Riley growling through her teeth, the impact of the console waking her up in a bad way. One of the camera men gets a good shot of all the plastic that flew around from the impact, thankfully no fans were hit by the debris. The Irish native grabs at her head, but this opening only leaves it easy for Emma to knee her in the gut before tossing her into the ring apron. MacNamara then hits her shoulder into Riot's abdomen a few times, getting the crowd to boo her before she tosses Riley back in the ring.

Mai: Oh it's the shoulder tackles they boo, not the freakin' giant game thing that she slams on Riley. Okay. Noted.

Flipping her hair back Emma looks for another table, one not set up on it's legs. After the champ finds one she slides it into the ring, then rolls in after it. Once in the ring Emma grabs her table and sets it against one of the ringposts in the corner. Spotting Riley getting onto her knee the UV Champion delivers a hard knee to her face before lifting her onto her feet. The Irish Carbomb goes for a kick but Emma grabs her leg, whips it away to make Riley spin in a full circle, but Riley holds her leg out to get a kick at Emma's ribs. Riley then hits a hip toss neckbreaker to Emma, leaving the UV champ grounded while the Carbomb lets out a dominant roar!

Mai: Aw, how cute, the kitty thinks it's a lioness.

Zack: Riley took a hard hit with that game console, but she's showing she's still in this game until that title shot is her's!

Riley pauses for a slight moment, grabbing her head as she still felt the impact of that Atari hitting her. She grabs Emma by the arm and whips her into the corner with the table, but Emma counters with a whip of her own! She manages to send Riley into the table back first as she intended, and charges at Riley with a spear in mind...but Riley steps out of the way! Emma's shoulder crashes through the table to the cheers of the crowd!  Riley regains her breath as she looks at Emma's body, which was not moving as it laid in the table's debris. One of the cameras outside the ring gets a good look at her face, which is wearing a more annoyed expression than pained.

Zack: Riley just avoided Emma putting her through that table! But the referee is not counting it, as Emma put herself through the table!

Mai: How messed up would that be? Someone losing because they put themselves through?

Zack: If this were Riley we were talking about...

Mai: Bite me Zack, I LOVE playing favorites here!

Emma backs herself out of the debris, only for Riley to be stalking her from behind and lifting her up into a German Suplex! Riley holds onto Emma as she rolls to her feet, hitting a second German. Rolling again to her feet, she keeps her hands on Emma, and as she lifts for a third German suplex she releases, sending Emma flying back into the debris of that destroyed table!

Zack: Amazing triple German suplex from Riley as Emma ends up right back where she started! But again that can't count for Riley since the table was already destroyed!

Mai: If you feel you need to tell the fans THAT...

Emma slowly rolls out of that debris, while Riley is preparing another attack for the UV champion. Emma is on her back which allows Riley to shoot for a running senton, but MacNamara sits up in time for Riot to land on her back atop the mat! Emma hobbles to her feet, Ryan applauding her as he stands outside the ring. Emma grabs Riley to a standing position, then puts her in position for a vertical suplex. MacNamara stalls as she brings Riley over to the table that she had set up earlier, ready to drop Riot forwards into the table from their height...but Riley swings her feet about until her gravity shifts, allowing her to land safely on the apron. Emma tries to lift her up again, but Riot gets her foot on the bottom rope to keep the psycho from repeating the suplex. Hammering at Emma's face, Riot continues to do so until MacNamara loses her grip on the Carbomb. Riley then holds onto Emma's face, and hops off of the apron, causing Emma's throat to bounce off of the ropes! Emma staggers about as she holds her throat, Riley laughing at MacNamara as she stands by the table.

Zack: Some nice quick thinking from  Riley as she avoids Emma's latest attempt to put her through the table! Now the UV champion is within Riley's reach, LITERALLY!

Riley grabs a hold of Emma's feet and trips her up, pulling her by the leg to the outside. Riley puts Emma in position for another powerbomb, but MacNamara lifts her upper back and sends Riot flying with a back body drop. Thankfully for the Irish native it was nowhere near the table's trajectory, but Emma shakes her head at Riley regardless. Still she notices Riley's taking her time by grabbing onto her back, and takes advantage of this by grabbing the Carbomb and tossing her onto the table. Emma then climbs back onto the apron, slowly making her way up the top of the ringpost and positioning herself properly for her next attack.

Zack: Looks like Emma's ready to end this one. She's going for a high risk attempt to put Riley through that table!

Mai: And another potential opponent for Emma's title will bite the dust! DO IT GIRL!

With her back to Riley, Emma leaps off with a reverse high angle senton bomb and...





CRUNCH!

Zack: OH MY GOD!

Mai: NO! I don't...NO!

Both Riley and Emma are down on the ground, but Emma hit the table hard and is again laying in the debris! As the production crew cuts to a split screen showing the replay, we see Riley rolling out of the way JUST in the nick of time before Emma could put her through! That caused MacNamara to, of course, be the one that knocks on the wood.

Zack: The referee is counting Riley and Emma now, both women trying to get to their feet and end this in proper fashion!

Riley gets to her feet first, but not so easily. Holding her back she stumbles around the ring, finding another table that's been set up already. The only ones she can find, of course, are the announce tables. Eyeing that Spanish announce table, Riley mumbles under her breath how bullocks it is, and drags Emma over to the tables.

Mai: Whoa, get outta the way Zack, looks like someone's using our work desks as collateral!

Zack: Riley doesn't seem to want to waste anymore time with setting up a table. Might as well go with one that's already set up for her, as long as it's not ours.

Riley knees Emma several times in the gut, then yells at Emma before the psycho spits in her face. That angers Riot, who then holds MacNamara up for a powerbomb variant, falling back...




CRUNCH!

DING DING DING!

Maggie: Here is your winner...RILEY! RIOT!

Zack: Phoenix-plex did it! Riley put Emma through the Spanish announce table and is now the next contender for the Ultraviolence championship!

Riley gasps for air as she lies on the ground, staring up at the lights while it's still sinking in to her what just happened. Emma herself is atop the debris of the Spanish announce table, rolling off of it while she tries to get herself to her feet.

Zack: Truly an amazing performance from Riot! But can she repeat that performance when she goes against Emma Mac one more time?

Mai: No. No no no, I refuse to believe this is happening, I refuse to believe it'll happen AGAIN...

Slowly Riley gets to her feet, the ref raising her hand while she wears a dazed smile on her face. Emma starts to sit up slowly, clearly very battered as she stares up at Riley with disdain. She reaches into her boot, producing a large nail with a sickening smile forming on her face. As Riley has her back to her, Emma begins to rise.

Mai: Oh look, we’re not done yet!! I think Emma wants to give her a parting gift! I don’t know what kind of things Riley likes, but Emma’s gonna take a stab at it!

Zack: Riley needs to get the hell out of there, MOVE!!

Emma raises the nail overhead like a butcher just as someone jumps the barricade. Riley turns around, seeing what Emma was about to do before the woman grabs Emma’s hand fom behind. MacNamara spins around, and looks into the eyes of…

Zack: Laurel…

Mai: Anne…

Zack: Hardy! She’s been at the shows for weeks, and she just stopped Emma from trying to end Riley!

Emma looked none too pleased to see her, jerking her hand free and dropping the nail to the floor. The two stared into one another’s eyes as Emma asked Laurel if she had a problem. Hardy told her she didn’t, but Emma did. The Ultraviolence Champion stared coldly back at her as Laurel Anne’s eyes looked up to the Unstoppable LED sign with a smile and back to Emma.

Zack: Oh wait a minute….did you see that?

Mai: Oh boy…..

Ryan pulled Emma back away from her, though Emma never took her eyes off her. Hardy raised Riley’s hand to a pop from the crowd. She glanced back to Emma again with that same smile.

Zack: Laurel Anne Hardy raising Riley’s hand, she won this match and got herself a title shot! But uh...there may be more to this story than that, Mai!

Mai: Did she just...Is she trying to get Emma at…..

On that, we cut to a commercial for Unstoppable 8.







Pinnacle Pow-Wow

The cameras return to the back, upon which we find a brunette heading out of a private locker room with a smile on her face. Future Shock fans recognize her immediately as Missy starts to head up the hallway before she gets ambushed by reporter Amber Carano who turns the corner and nearly runs into her.

Amber: Oh, sorry! I couldn’t see you around the corner, but since I have you here….I’m curious as to why you are getting involved in matches? You’re still a Prospect in Future Shock, after all.

Missy looks Amber up and down.

Missy: Maybe if you focused more on watching where you were going, rather than asking me stupid questions, you’d avoid near misses like that.

Amber: I did apologize, but the question remains. Why did you feel the need to get involved in Scarlett’s match with Kassidy? Not that she seemed to mind, but still.

Missy: People keep sticking their nose into my business, so why shouldn’t I get involved in other people’s? Besides, I was just evening the score. Scarlett’s shown up in Future Shock a few times so I thought that I would thank her a little. Plus, I was bored.

Voice off screen: Oh for the love of Christ. If you’re bored you should start learning the playbook and stop being a bad quarterback!

The crowd is heard losing their minds as Tifa Heafy steps into the shot wearing a Portland Pinnacle hoodie and a pair of matching sweatpants.

Tifa: I mean, let’s face facts here, I scored a touchdown on Friday night. What did you do lately besides cost Kassidy a match tonight? Oh, right, postin’ photos of yourself tryin’ to get thirsty dudes to comment. Nerd.

Rolling her eyes, Missy sighs.

Missy: Oh, look..jealousy rears it’s ugly head again. I take it you don’t watch Future Shock? If you did, you’d know exactly what I’ve been doing lately...when did you last main event a show, exactly? You do also realise that Future Shock is fan orientated….right? That means fans vote for things...fans like to see pictures...two plus two equals?  Don’t worry, I’ll give you a second to grab a calculator for that one.

Tifa smirks and folds her arms staring at Missy. She waits a few moments pretending to do the math in her head.

Tifa: The fans do enjoy photos, sure, but let’s think about this for a moment. Say a heterosexual woman is a huge Future Shock fan and you’re trying to get fan support by showing us your day at the beach in an itty bitty bikini, why would they care about that? Instead of showing the skin, why not get fan support the old fashioned way? Hard work, compassion and some kick ass matches against some of the best women in wrestling today!

Cheap pop.

Tifa: Don’t recall main eventing a show though, at least not at the top of my head. Did compete in a War Games two and a half years ago that was nearly the main event. Teamed with some great wrestlers, men and women, that night. People you would kill to get a hello from. So, please, tell me more about Future Shock because, you know, I’ve never had family members in it at all…

An eye roll from Tifa now. Missy chuckles to herself.

Missy: Oh sweetheart, you really should try doing a little research before you go around randomly throwing verbal attacks at people. I would fill you in on my past accomplishments but honestly, the show wouldn’t be long enough! As for your family being in Future Shock, that makes the fact you obviously haven’t watched it recently even worse...seriously, maybe if you spent a little less time on Twitter picking fights you’d have more time for things like this.

Tifa: I’m… rarely on Twitter these days. I’m plenty busy working out, watching game film, spending time with my husband and my daughter and enjoying a wonderful life. So it’s a little funny you just mentioned one of the FEW times I’ve been on Twitter this year. See, unlike you, I’m trying to get better at wrestling all the time, and well, football.

Tifa flexes for the fine viewers around the world.

Tifa: See, while you were busy doing a bunch of nothing on Friday night, I scored a long punt return for a touchdown. While you were busy hitting someone with a chain, I was busy putting pen to paper. I got a big surprise for you, Missy. Wanna know what that is?

Missy: Okay...let me clear a few things up here for you. My life is plenty busy, not only do I work out, wrestle regularly, play football...which considering I’m English and it’s the first time I’ve ever even seen the game, I don’t think I do too badly...I also act in a successful series. As for your husband and child, I really don’t give a damn..I wouldn’t want to a child at my age, especially since while you were off having your child, I was working on my career. And unless your surprise is that you’ve actually managed to grow a brain cell and are having surgery to prevent you speaking again, I don’t give a damn.

Tifa’s smirk goes to a death glare.

Tifa: First of all, you never mention my daughter again. Yeah, it wasn’t planned but it’s been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. And second of all, you’re going to be seeing me on TV a lot more. Tonight I signed a new contract with FFW to be on the main roster!

Huge pop.

Tifa: And you better believe I’m going to be watching those graduation polls. The moment you’re listed on it, I’m voting for you. I’ll pay people to vote for you so you get on the main roster. Then no more exclusive non-sense. I’ll be waiting for you, Missy, and I’ll be waiting to kick your face like a striker.

A grin appears on Missy’s face.

Missy: You really should be careful who you pick fights with, especially when you obviously don’t know anything about them. WHEN I graduate I will gladly show you just how it’s done. It will be my pleasure to shut you up and I’m sure plenty of people will thank me for it too.

Tifa exhales and unfolds her arms.

Tifa: Suppose we’ll see won’t we? Until that day I’ll be watching. Best of luck to you in Future Shock.

With things getting more and more tense between them, that would be when a couple members of security began to filter in...at least until Missy went back into Scarlett’s locker room and slammed the door behind her. On that, we cut back to the ring.






A quick highlight package shows the recent interactions with Felicity and Erica, as well as the comments made before we cut back to the live show and find Maggie in the ring.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is a tag team contest!

Mai: You’re about to see two Hall of Fame talents meet for the first time in this tag match, Zack.

Zack: That we are. Felicity Banks needs no introduction, and Valerie is hardly a newcomer. Then you got rising talent like Ashley and Erica involved!

"I Created A Monster" by The Animal In Me plays through the arena sound system as the lights dim down to a shade of purple.  The instrumental of the opening rift goes on for a few seconds before Ashley Sullivan comes walking out with her arms outstretched while hunched down low.  Reaching the middle of the entrance stage, Ashley turns around to point back at the black curtain she just emerged from herself before Felicity Banks comes out to join her tag team partner on the stage, spinning in circles with her arms outstretched.

Maggie: From the state of New Jersey, Ashley Sullivan and Felicity Banks… they are F… F… F!

With their names announced, the two partners move down the ramp, Ashley keeping a steady pace and Felicity playing to the fans.  Felicity moves towards the nearby ring steps while Ashley hops up onto the apron to move over to the turnbuckle.  With the spot in the middle of the apron clear, Felicity climbs the steps and goes along the apron where Ashley just was after her partner has climbed the turnbuckle from the outside and sits atop it like a perch.

Ashley motions at her friend and Felicity nods as both members of Five Feet of Fury get into the ring, Felicity ducking in through the ropes and Ashley jumping down from the top turnbuckle to land on her feet.

Zack: Not too many teams can say they made the mark these two did in their FFW tag team debut by knocking off the One Woman Show at Global Wars. As a matter of fact, they are the only ones!

Mai: I’m more and more impressed by that, considering the schedule these two maintain...especially Felicity.

A synthetic bumping noise fills the arena as the house lights dim a little, quickly being replaced by rainbow-coloured strobe lighting. The bumping is replaced by a shaking, and a series of other noises as The Edge of Glory builds.

Maggie: And on their way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland by way of Los Angeles, California and Spartanburg, South Carolina, at a combined weight of 274 pounds, please welcome to the ring Valerie Lamb and Erica Horton! QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!

Finally, the lyrics hit and dry ice creeps up, coming about half an inch high. From the curtain steps first Erica, soon followed Valerie. The sisters raise their arms to the crowd, acknowledging their cheers. They split, one to each end of the stage, hyping the crowd. Reuniting in the middle, they begin their walk to the ring. They walk side by side, outer arms outstretched and high-fiving fans at they go. Reaching the ring, Valerie takes the steps nearest the ramp and Erica walks towards the steps. The pair then take to opposing corners, ascending the turnbuckles and posing in their various forms before dropping down and meeting in their corner, discussing the match as The Edge of Glory fades out.

Zack: The Queens certainly look ready. And much like their opponents, they too hold a victory over the most dominant tag team in the Unity division’s history.

Mai: Yeah, the first of two. They had a chance to take the titles in the rematch, but the Show put those dreams to a halt.

Malcolm Parks moved between the two teams as they entered final preparations for the match, asking them to decide who is starting for their teams as Felicity Banks and Valerie Lamb stepped out onto the apron heading for their corners. The referee called for the bell as Sullivan and Horton began to circle around each other; measuring each other up before they closed the gap and Erica caught Ashley with a deep armdrag that sent her across the mat towards a neutral corner. Sullivan began to rise as Erica rolled through to her feet and spun around to deliver a discus forearm to the side of her foes jaw, following it up with a second forearm and a third to drive her back against the turnbuckles in the neutral corner before she jerked forward by the wrist, looking for a short arm clothesline only for Sullivan to duck underneath it, spinning around behind Erica and leaving her feet to deliver a standing dropkick to her spine that sent Horton chest first into the turnbuckles.

Zack: Kind of a domino effect there from Ashley, and Erica got shot into the corner chest first.

Mai: Erica’s giving away quite the experience advantage to either member of the team, and Ashley may just be a hair quicker.

Horton held her chest as she took a step backwards from the turnbuckles and began to turn around only to receive three knife edge chops to her chest, driving her back into the corner before she began to deliver a series of rapid sidekicks into the Scotswoman’s gut, delivering seven before Parks insisted that she be let out of the corner; Sullivan obliged by taking hold of Horton by the wrist pulling her forward into an irish whip that sent her across the ring to the opposite corner. Ashley immediately followed her, leaving her feet and delivered a leg lariat into Erica’s chest. The Five Feet of Fury member landed on her feet and leapt upwards once more to crash a knee into Erica’s chest before she pulled her away from the corner with one hand behind her head and took a couple of quick steps towards Felicity Banks before leaving her feet and driving Horton into the canvas face first with a one handed bulldog. Erica pushed up to her knees immediately but as she did so, Ashley grabbed hold of her arm and applied an arm wringer, pulling her towards the Five Feet of Fury corner and made the tag to her partner.

Zack: Tag team wrestling 101 says isolate your opponent, and that’s what Ashley is doing. Here comes Felicity!

Mai: Felicity and Erica already met once before in singles action on an edition of Velocity. The stage is much brighter now here at Relentless.

Banks entered the ring and delivered a stiff closed right hand into Erica’s gut before she introduced her face first into the top turnbuckle. She sent her face first into the top turnbuckle again. Banks went to slam her face first into the turnbuckle a third time only for Erica to block it this time, getting her foot up and countered with a back elbow that connected with Bank’s head causing her to take a step backwards only for Horton to follow up with a back kick into the midsection of the legal half of Five Feet of Fury, causing her to double up before Erica spun around into a roundhouse kick aimed at her opponent’s head. She misses entirely as her opponent dropped below the attempted shot, coming back as Erica’s foot hit the ground and delivered a knee into Horton’s gut, following it with a second and a third as she backed her up into corner. Felicity Banks delivered a fourth knee into her midriff, doubling her up before she grabs hold of Horton by the hair and drives her face first into the canvas with a sit out facebuster.

Mai: These two work like well oiled machinery, Zack. That’s part of what has made them successful, and look how they are controlling this match already.

Zack: I can’t argue that. They’ve been a team longer than the Queens, despite the fact that they are siblings. Banks and Sullivan have their chemistry perfected!

Quickly Felicity Banks nips up to her feet as Erica pushes up to her knees and jumps to come down on Horton’s back with a double foot stomp sending her body to the mat once more. Felicity lands with a foot on either side of her and immediately she delivered a double knee drop to Horton’s back, staying there as pins Erica face down against the mat and begins to pull at her ears with an amused smirk as she did so. Parks demands the break, Banks rolling away and to her feet, insisting that the crowd bow before the New Jersey native before she turns back towards her rising opponent and delivered another knee into her abdomen before she hooked her head and looked to deliver a neckbreaker only for to Horton to turn into it pushing Banks forward. The American found her balance as her foe wrapped her arms around her and reached out to make the tag to Sullivan - which the referee signalled - as Horton snapped off a German suplex on Banks, dropping her onto her back and shoulders onto the mat.

Zack: Nice German suplex there from Erica, but it didn’t keep Felicity down for very long.

Felicity rolled to one side and began to push upwards as Horton did likewise, getting to her feet only for Sullivan to catapult herself into the ring over the top rope and into a flying clothesline. Parks orders Banks to the outside the woman nodding her head as she watched her partner roll through to her feet, continuing her momentum as she ran across the ring, bouncing off the opposite ropes and back towards Horton, leaving her feet and snapping off a headscissor takedown that sends Erica to her knees and leaning over the middle rope. From the outside, Banks grabbed hold of the Queens head, choking her out over the middle rope; the threatening the team with disqualification as Ashley darted across the ring and delivered a dropkick to Erica’s back before Banks released her, holding her hands out wide in innocence as she moved towards her corner as instructed. Horton pushed up onto all fours only for Sullivan to grab her arm and roll her over into a crucifix pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Mai: A crucifix rollup wasn’t enough. She could have gotten a handful of tights, that might have helped her though!

The Scottish wrestler kicked out of the pinfall attempt and rolled to her feet only to get her arm hooked as Sullivan attempted a side Russian leg sweep only for Erica to stomp down on her foot to stop her before she could snap the move off. Sullivan stepped backwards and Erica grabbed hold of her head then quickly dropped to her knees to deliver a jawbreaker. Ashley reeled backwards as the Scot pushed upwards to one knee as she turned to face her foe and launched herself forward into a spear that drove Sullivan downwards to the canvas. Ashley rolled away and pushed upwards to her feet only for Erica to wrap her arms around her and send her downwards with a belly to belly suplex. Quickly Erica scrambled to her feet and headed towards the ring ropes using the middle rope to springboard onto her shoulders and send her across the ring with a headscissors of her, sending her towards the Queen’s corner. Sullivan pushes herself upwards and as she does so, Erica crashed into her with a splash in the corner. Horton landed on her feet, took a step backwards and leapt into the air for a dropsault that drove her boot into her jaw, landing on her knee and made the tag to Val.

Zack: And now Erica’s finally got the tag! Boy, did she ever have to work for it!

Mai: Val’s been waiting all that time to get in, so it’s time to wreck shop for her!

As Lamb stepped through the ropes to join her partner and together the two of them left their feet for a high-low dropkick; Valerie delivering hers into Sullivan’s chest while Erica delivers hers to both her foes knees. Horton rolls out to the apron while Ashley falls to her knees and finds herself driven down into the mat with a snapped off DDT. Val pulls Ashley back up to her feet and sent her across the ring, delivering a clothesline on the rebound to put her back to the canvas. Sullivan begins to rise only for Val to hook her head and deliver a snap suplex. Again the New Jersey native began to rise to her feet only for Val to snap her foot upwards into a crescent kick that caused Sullivan to stagger, Val continuing her assault as she hooked her foes head and sent her down to a sitting position with a snapmare takedown. Lamb followed it up with a series of kicks that alternated between impacting her spine and her sternum before she pulls Sullivan upwards only to jerk her back down, sending her spine first across her bent knee with a hair pull backbreaker. She sent her back down to a sitting position and Valerie drove her knee into her spine and applied a rear chinlock; holding it with one hand as she clubbed away with her forearm across Sullivan’s chest then locked in the hold again.

Mai: Man, Valerie’s clubbing Ashley like a baby seal in there!

Zack: What a lovely visual you’ve provided for our viewers.

The New Jersey native started to find against the hold, pushing her way upwards slowly to her feet and twisted into Val, firing off elbow into her gut to free her from the hold and allowed her to step away from the Scot. Sullivan looked across the ring towards her corner and started to make her way across the ring, barely crossing halfway before Lamb took her down from behind with a chop block. Ashley landed on her knees and started to push upwards, only for Val to hook her from behind and delivered a reverse DDT that dropped her back onto her head and Val made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

One…

Two…

Zack: That inverted DDT wasn’t enough to keep Ashley on the canvas for the three, and Valerie’s back to work again.

Ashley kicked out and got brought to her feet by Val who Irish whipped her across the ring into the Queen’s corner and followed in to deliver a running knee into her opponent’s gut. Erica stepped down the apron, holding her hands in the air as a display of innocence while she watched Lamb climb up onto the middle turnbuckle and began to fire right hands downwards into her opponent’s forehead. The crowd counted along until they reached ten and then she grabbed hold of Sullivan’s hair as she jumped down and delivered a single knee facebreaker smash that saw Sullivan pop straight back up and slump backwards against the turnbuckles.

Mai: I’m sure there are a lot of plastic surgeons in Dallas, and Ashley may want to call one tomorrow morning.

Zack: Nasty facebreaker by Valerie, and Sullivan just collapsed like a house of cards.

Val made the tag to Erica to bring her into the match as she backed up across the ring, only to come forward at a sprint and deliver a corner clothesline to Sullivan before she dropped to all fours and Erica charged forward, stepped up onto Valerie’s back and completed the Poetry in Motion. Ashley staggered out of the corner and dropped to one knee only for Val to fire a knife edge chop into her chest with such venom that Sullivan pushed straight back up to her feet and Val shoved her back into the corner before she left the ring. Erica took over the advantage as she fired off another two knife edge chops into the chest of the legal member of Five Feet of Fury before she scaled the ropes, sat on the top turnbuckle and brought Ashley back towards the middle of the ring with a perfect Tornado DDT. As she hit the mat, Erica scrambled over and made the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: Right on top of her head, and Erica got as close as anyone has since the bell rang to three. But it wasn’t enough!

Ashley Sullivan kicked out of the pinfall at the last moment and Erica got to her feet and quickly made the tag to Val who herself went up to the top rope. As she climbed upwards, Erica pulled their opponent upwards and into an inverted Atomic drop, before she took four paces backwards, measured up Sullivan and started to skip forward. Ashley’s hands came up at the same time as Horton’s boot taking the brunt of the superkick aimed at her jaw but still the American fell backwards nonetheless as she landed on the mat. Parks told Horton to leave the ring, the blonde wrestler obliging as her fellow Queen measured up the follow Five Foot of Fury and launched herself into a flip as she looked for the moonsault...only for Ashley to pull her knees and Val to land across them squarely. Lamb knelt up, arms clasping across her stomach for a couple of moments before she fell to the side and kicked out a leg in pain while Sullivan rolled towards the ropes and started to pull herself to her feet.

Zack: That definitely wasn’t what Val had in mind for her landing, but Ashley had enough wherewithal to make her pay.

Mai: You ever landed across someone’s knees, Zack? It doesn’t feel good, neither does giving someone a knee in the groin. I’ll show you, lean over here!

Valerie also started to push upwards, coming face to face with her opponent as she finally made it vertical with the help of the ropes, holding them for a moment as she stared at the Scot. Finally Ashley nodded her head and charged towards Val only to hurl herself forward into a yakuza kick to the chest that caused Lamb to step backwards and drop to a knee only to pop straight back upwards. As she did so the woman from Bradley Beach, New Jersey fired off right and left kicks into her body. The first three or four strikes found their target before the experienced Scottish grappler started to block the shots and finally caught the American’s leg. Ashley bounced on one leg for a moment before jumping into the air and into an enzugiri that missed due to Valerie telegraphing the move. Sullivan landed on her feet and Lamb threw a European uppercut into her jaw, followed by a second and a third before Ashley took two quick steps backwards and launched herself forward into a jumping justice fist aimed at Valerie’s jaw that got blocked and countered with a headbutt.

Mai: Valerie was going to lay her out with one shot, but ended up getting a headbutt for her troubles. That’s a good counter right there!

Ashley took three steps backwards holding her forehead for a moment, spotting Felicity with her arm outstretched behind her opponent before she charged towards Val and threw herself into a baseball slide that saw her slip through the Scotwoman’s legs. Sullivan scrambled as she pushed upwards locking eyes with Felicity and dove for the tag only to come up short as Val dove after her and caught her ankle to stop her short before she pulled her back towards the middle of the ring. Sullivan kicked out her free leg, catching her foe in the kneecap. She caught her a second time and then a third time before Lamb released her ankle and staggered backwards, only Ashley to get up to her feet, grab Valerie by the head and execute a perfect codebreaker, driving her knees into her opponent’s chest before she rolled over, scurried across the mat and dove to tag in her partner.

Zack: Sullivan makes the tag, and Felicity’s back in again! I’m not sure if Valerie realizes it yet or not.

Mai: If not, it won’t take her long to work it out.

Felicity stepped through the ring ropes and charged forward to drive a bicycle knee into the side of Valerie’s head as the red head made it back to a vertical base, dropping her back to a knee. Before Lamb could recover Banks slapped her with an open right and then left hand, right across the cheeks before yanking her up to her feet and used all of her strength to whip the Scot into the nearest neutral corner. The legal member of the Queens hit the pads hard back first and slumped down slightly; Felicity ran towards her and left her feet, driving both of her knees into Lamb’s chest. The New Jersey native spun away from her opponent and set herself as Valerie stepped forward only to flop, falling face first to the canvas. As Lamb started to push up, Banks dropped a leg across the back of her neck, getting back to her feet quickly only to deliver a knee drop to her opponent’s shoulder blades. Valerie rolled over as Banks was quick to her feet once again, leaving them as she jumped into the air and came down with a stomp to Val’s face then fell on top of her, hooking her leg as she did so.

Zack: Curb stomp, that may be all right there!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mai: I love a good curb stomp, Zack! So does Felicity, but she usually likes them better when they get her the win. Not so far though.

Val’s shoulder popped up as Parks was in the process of making the three count and the New Jersey native rolled away but didn’t give the Scot anytime to recover as she grabbed hold of her legs, spinning her around on the canvas before she fell back and catapulted the Queen into the turnbuckles. Quickly The Supreme was back to her feet and as Valerie reeled away from the corner holding her chest, Felicity left her feet and planted her opponent into the canvas with a jumping DDT. Lamb bounced as she hit the mat, rolled over onto her back and sat up for a moment before she fell backwards once more and rolled onto her side. Banks shook her head as she moved to the corner, pushing herself up onto the middle rope and measured Valerie, waving the Scottish wrestler upwards. As Lamb sat up Felicity almost seemed to giggle before launching herself into a diving meteora spiking her knees into Val’s chest and pinning her to the canvas as she reached back and hooked the leg.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: A scintillating meteora from Felicity, and no! NO! Erica stopped that dead in its tracks!

Val didn’t move as Erica made it into the ring and delivered a running big boot to the face of her opponent to break up the pin as Banks rolled away to the side and started to come up to her feet as Sullivan entered the ring and ran at Horton, leaving her feet as she launched herself into a flying forearm that caught Erica by surprise on the side of the jaw. Quickly Ashley grabbed hold of  Erica’s head and used the ring ropes to drop her with the sliced bread before Parks can get in Sullivan’s face, backing her across the ring as he tells her to return to the corner only for Ashley to point out that Erica had entered the ring first. With Parks back turned to the action Banks advanced on Horton building momentum as she neared the blonde and leapt high into the air, coming down on her with a knee drop before she did a handstand, holding it for a moment before she finally swung her legs down and drove her knees into Erica’s head once more. Sullivan left the ring as Parks turned back around to find Banks stomping away and using her feet to push Erica out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Mai: There you go, Felicity. Stomp the hell out of her! It can only improve her looks, I think.

Zack: My broadcasting mentor may disagree with you there. So would I.

As Erica rolls out of the ring, Felicity starts to turn back to face the legal member of the Queens only for the red haired woman to have already forced herself up to her feet and already been on the move, albeit unsteadily, as she sprung off the middle rope and into a disaster kick, driving her knee into the side of Banks head. The Supreme spun and dropped to one knee as Lamb landed on her feet, taking a moment to find her balance and hooked Banks arms as she delivered a series of ragged looking MMA knee strikes into the New Jersey wrestlers chest before she finished the sequence with a double underhook DDT. Fel slumped to the mat as her head impacted on the canvas while Valerie lay on her back breathing deeply and the referee went to check on both competitors.

Zack: You can see the toll this match has taken on both of these women, neither one of them are in a hurry to get back up.

Mai: What do you expect? They’ve been beating the hell out of each other for a while now, their bodies must be screaming!

Both wrestlers begin to move, Valerie rolling to the ring ropes and pulling herself upwards with their help. As the Scot managed to get vertical she found Felicity already up and measuring her up before she delivered an elbow to Val’s face, following it up with sidekick to the stomach and then a spinning backfist to the side of her face before she left her feet into a jumping knee uppercut that crashed her knee into Val’s jaw. Lamb fell back against the ropes and bounced off of them, staggering forward on spaghetti legs but somehow staying upright as The Supreme moved back into the corner. The New Jerseyian pulled down her knee pads before she took off towards Val, leaving her feet looking for the Off With Your Head kneestrike only for the Scot to react, catching her in midflight with a superkick to her jaw. Val fell down onto all fours. Fel landed on her feet, her eyes glazed over before she collapsed back to the canvas. Slowly the Scot crawled forward and threw an arm over Felicity’s chest for the cover.

Zack: OFF WITH HER….NO, COUNTER! VALERIE WITH A SUPERKICK, THAT’LL BE IT!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: You’re terrible at predicting these, Zack. Geez!

Valerie Lamb rolls away from the cover as Ashley Sullivan makes the save at the very last second, delivering a clubbing blow to the back of her head. As the referee tries to get the illegal member of the Queens out of the ring, Sullivan grabs hold of Fel’s wrist, reminding the referee that she has a five count as she pulled her partner towards their corner. Parks started the count, getting to four before Ashley dove out of the ring before he disqualified her. She grabbed hold of the tag rope, holding it up for the referee’s gratification and began to stomp on the apron to get her partner’s attention as Banks was starting to recover, pushing up to all fours and started to crawl towards the Five Feet of Fury corner. She made the tag, Sullivan climbing to the top rope as Val was getting her feet underneath her and flew, snapping off a hurricanrana and stayed on top of Lamb for the cover.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Another near fall for Triple F here. I hope the trainers have a lot of Motrin in the back for all these head shots!

Val’s shoulder popped up at the final moment; the referee showing the two count to Ashley who nodded her head as she was quick to her feet and ran towards the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope and flipping backwards into a moonsault that caught her opponent as she was rising and sent her back to the mat yet again. The experienced Scottish grappler rolled to the side as she hit the mat and Sullivan yanked her upwards with her, moving her towards the Five Feet of Fury corner before she set her and sent her face first into the middle turnbuckle with a reverse side Russian legsweep. Grabbing hold of Val’s head as she rested against the middle turnbuckle, Sullivan snapped her backwards to the canvas before she stepped out onto the apron and quickly as possible she climbed to the top, looking down at her before she dove into the Sunset swanton bomb, crashing down perfectly on Val who grabbed hold of her stomach and tried to roll away only for Ashley to catch her and make the cover.

Zack: Swanton bomb, and Sullivan’s got the cover!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: And still no! You’d think this was for the tag titles!

The referee waves off the count immediately, pointing to Val’s foot underneath the bottom rope before he showed the two to the legal member of the pair of New Jersey-ites. Sullivan shook her head and pulled Val away from the ropes and made another attempt at the cover, hooking the leg this time.

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...THREE!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: Sullivan was too close to the ropes, and corrected it! But by then, Valerie had found her next gear!

Lambs  shoulder popped up at the last moment this time; the referee showing the two count again as Val this time rolled over and onto her front. Sullivan questioned the call by the official only for Malcolm Parks to confirm the two count once more and explain that the shoulder came up in the nick of time. Sullivan stepped over Val as she rolled away once more and began to push herself up onto all fours as she crawled towards Erica, a large portion of the crowd cheering her on. As Val finally got her feet underneath her and half stepped towards her corner only for Ashley to spin her around and deliver a forearm to her jaw. Sullivan then began the Spaz Attack as she spun and drove a spin kick into Val’s abdomen causing her to double over; Ashley using the opening to deliver a superkick into her opponent that caused her to reel and drop to both knees. The legal member of the Five Feet of Fury beckoned to her partner who entered the ring, brushing past Parks and ignoring his objections as Ashley moved around behind her. The pair exchanged a nod and as Felicity charged forward looking for the Off With Your Head knee strike, Ashley threw a decapitating roundhouse kick...and both missed as Val dropped to a knee and dove to the side, making the tag to Erica.

Zack: Finally, Val makes the tag! And here comes one worked up Erica! Look at her go!

Mai: Well she’s been camping on the apron long enough!

Horton flew into the ring with a slingshot, taking both members of the Five Feet of Fury down to the canvas with a flying double clothesline. Rolling through Erica came to her feet and charged across the ring to come back and caught Felicity with a stiff double leg dropkick to her chest that sent Banks falling backwards and through the ropes to the outside. Erica rolled to her feet and instantly brought her forearms up as Ashley left her feet for a bicycle kick, blocking the attempted kick to her jaw and allowed Erica to reply almost instantly with a roundhouse kick of her own that saw her boot slam into Ashley’s cheek. Sullivan staggered and turned to the side following the shot and Erica delivered a kick to her ass as she moved around behind her and delivered a Huge double knee backbreaker to complete the backstabber. Sullivan flipped over before landing on the mat and Horton dove into the cover, hooking Sullivan’s leg.

Zack: A bone crushing backbreaker from Erica, and she’s got the cover!

One…

Fel tried to slide into the ring only for Val to fall on top of her and begin to fire off elbows and knees into her body to stop her in her tracks.

Two…

...THREE!!!!!

Mai: Well color me surprised, I think that’s an upset right there!

Malcolm Parks calls for the bell as Erica rolls away from the cover and Felicity Banks manages to escape from Val and finds herself slumped over the apron.

Maggie: Here are your winners, by way of pinfall, the team of Valerie Lamb and Erica Horton….QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!!!

Zack: Felicity and Ashley brought the war to their door, but the Queens move a step closer to the Unity titles!

Mai: Believe me when I tell you it’s not a matter of if but when either or both of these teams are packing the Unity Championship.

Malcolm Parks helps Erica to her feet and raises her hand into the air as Val enters the ring and slowly rises to her feet, joining her partner and referee in the ring and getting her hand raised. The pair continue their celebration in the ring to the cheers of the crowd as the show cuts elsewhere.





Dallas Makes the Call

After a brief commercial for the merchandise site’s newest t-shirts, the show heads back into the arena with “We Own It” by 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifa playing before the Director of Future Shock heads out from the back. As soon as he appears, Adam gets a very positive response from the Dallas crowd. It brings a smile to his face as he heads towards the ring, greeting some fans as he goes down the aisle.

Zack: This Dallas crowd is giving the man behind Future Shock a very warm reception, and talk about a show with a lot of big dates coming up, fans. Tuesday, you’ll see the Aspire Ring on the line when Gillie Barnes defends against the woman we saw uninvited earlier in MIssy. Anna looks to get her shot at the Future Shock title when she meets the #1 contender in the main event, that being Cereza!

Adam is handed a microphone by Maggie as he heads up the steps, and enters the ring with a smile still etched on his face.

Adam: Dallas, Texas!

Cue the cheap pop. You knew it was coming.

Adam: Let me ask you a question. How many people in this arena tonight at Relentless are fans of a little show called Future Shock?

The crowd is nearly unanimous in that response, as Adam nods his head and continues.

Adam: Good, so am I. I got a little business I’m going to need your help with tonight. But before I get to that, we got 2 huge shows coming up and I’d love to have you be part of them. First up, it’s April 29th...Future Shock Destiny! Our next Pay Per View, where Bianca Salvador makes her first title defense against Cereza! Who do we like in that one?

They very clearly prefer Cereza, causing Adam to continue talking.

Adam: That’s about what I thought. You got a woman like Casey Atherton, who thinks she’s going to save Future Shock! Do you think it needs saving?

A very loud “No!” chant began at that question.

Adam: Me either, she’s facing Andi Takata...you know her, right? The 2017 Hall of Fame inductee for FFW with her partner? Yeah, that one! It’s a huge card, but as much as I’m looking forward to it, the thing that also seems to dominate a lot of the headlines for our show is June 13th when Future Shock goes international! We’re heading to the O2 Arena in London for a three hour television special that might as well be a Pay Per View with what I have in mind.

Zack: He’s not lying. No matches have been announced yet, but I know for a fact that Adam has been putting together some massive things for that UK crowd.

Adam: For one, we’ll have a special guest in the house. Some of you likely know her very well, and I’m referring to Elizabeth Lannister.

Quite a few boos come from that name as Adam nods while listening.

Adam: Also that night, we will have the results of the latest graduation poll. Now you already know one of the names in that poll. Based on her recent winning streak, I’ve put Leeds, England’s own MIssy in the poll.

More boos at that name.

Adam: But part of what I need from you guys tonight is we are going to find out who you think should join her on that poll. So I got a couple names here for you. You make the most noise for the one you want, and we’ll add her to the poll with Missy. What do you say?

Cue more cheers.

Adam: Let’s start with a woman who has been on the poll more than once. And I’m talking about O.E. Ayano!

Nothing but boos come from that name as Adam’s face looks as though he just got a shot.

Adam: Well...alright then. The other option I was thinking…...Carmen Gutierrez!

Now that drew plenty of support, causing the Director to smile at the response.

Adam: I think that clinches it for me. Carmen’s going into the graduation poll with Missy! This poll is going to have only 2 names for a very good reason. You see, I just left Cody’s office. And he told me that on the June 13th show in England, he’s going to be coming as well. Because in honor of Future Shock’s first full year since the reboot, he’s coming to the show to bring 2 women on the roster up to FFW himself.

Zack: Now that I didn’t know! Cody’s going to be in the UK on June 13, and bringing 2 women to the roster himself to commemorate the first year since the reboot! Now I’m curious who he’s coming to sign!

Adam: I don’t know which two women he will be bringing with him in honor of the first year, but that just means that Missy and Carmen will be duking it out in the graduation poll. We’ll have the results that night, and the poll will be up on our website soon! But for now, we still got a lot of important matches to come here at Relentless! I’ll see you Tuesday night for Future Shock!

His music starts to play again before a Destiny preview video shows some of the match histories going into the event.



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Maggie: The following match is... For the FEMME FATALE WRESTLING NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!

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

“I THINK I GOT MY SWAGGER BACK!”

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

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

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

Zack: Cade and Taylor did not walk away victorious in that Strange Bedfellows Tag match against Riley Riot & Emma Mac... I wouldn’t say their relationship suffered any for it.

Mai: Because they don’t have one! If anything its likely motivated both women to break the other’s limbs but I’m not sure Cade knows what she’s in for with this recent attitude Taylor’s been showing off in recent weeks... This attitude I really like.

There was silence; the lights began to fade away slowly. A soft instrumental echoes out across the audience. It starts slowly, a beautiful sound that contrasts the heaviness of the world. Like feathers, it glides among the waiting audience. The lighting fixtures produce a gentle spotlight upon the stage, offset by the occasional flash here and there. As 'Just Close Your Eyes' by Waterproof Blonde continues to play, a woman’s words begin to come through. Her voice is tender, not raising upon a whisper.

Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.


On the stage, a feminine figure appears. Her head lowered to everything. People cannot make out who it is. As she stands there, the flashes briefly illuminate her figure. It only gives small clues on who stands at the gate. She stands in the spotlight, her shadow cast large and proudly among the stage.

Inside me a light was turned on…

The instrumental picks up again. An electric guitar now joins the progressively exciting instrumentals of before. The singer’s voice suddenly intensifies.

Then I was alive!

In the light, it is revealed that it was Savannah Taylor. She stands at the gate, a robe of obsidian and ivory hues. The hood of it shadows her eyes, but the intensity of the final EXODUS World Champion remains clear as day. She starts off down the ramp, with a serious aura radiating from her body.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way down to the ring....weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds.....from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is the FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION....Savannah Taylor !!!

If you close your eyes your life,
A naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived,
And scars never healed


Savannah makes her way up the ring steps. She looks out towards the audience for a moment before entering the ring. From there, she heads for a turnbuckle. She stands there, taking in everything. She then lifts her up on top of it. She peers out in nothing, then takes off the hood with a flashy flourish. Her blonde locks fly up in the air. They descend, shaping her face as they famously do.

In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
You'll find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes


While she stands in her corner, she closes her eyes and takes a heavy breath. When her bright eyes open, Taylor is completely composed. There is nothing more than the heat of battle awaiting her. She takes off her robe, giving it to a stagehand. She stretches her wrists before devoting her mind to the war upon the horizon.

Mai: Your No Surrender champion. My No Surrender Champion. I love her Zack. I want to be with her. I want to ask her out to dinner and I want to propose to her and have her babies.

Zack: ................................................What my broadcast partner is trying to say is that Taylor has been a stellar No Surrender champion, but her attitude of recent may leave much to be desired. Then again she’s always had no fear in telling anyone exactly how she sees it.

DING! DING! DING!

The two women go to lock up and almost immediately the No Surrender Champion kicks Cade’s right knee out from under her halfway into a collar elbow tie up! Vanessa visibly flinches and drops to a knee as Savannah quickly hooks a hand around her head and takes her down to the mat with a stepping bulldog, dropping her to the ground. Taylor quickly rolls through and jumps onto that right leg, hooking a cravate around it and sitting right on Cade’s back as she begins to give her challenger’s ankle a tweak, very quickly twisting it in her fingers as Vanessa grits her teeth and begins to try and roll herself over with Savannah sitting on her. The Sin City Siren continues sitting, twisting the ankle but eventually Vanessa rolls over. Before Savannah gets him and escapes Vanessa’s striking range even from the ground she takes special aim to stomp Cade in the right knee and get into a corner, before turning around and watching her with a smirk.

Mai: The match has barely come out the gate and Savannah’s focus has locked on to The Golden Elbow’s right knee! Yes bae! Do it for me!

Zack: Cade’s suffered a torn ACL in the past so her right leg is the most penetrable part of her body and Taylor is working it over in spades! Now she’s challenging Vanessa to come after her!

The Golden Elbow does stand up, her right knee not quite in agony yet but the kick and the cravate leaving her feeling great. She stands up and sees the No Surrender Champion challenging her, beckoning her to come get some. Vanessa’s lip curls into a sneer and she takes off, looking for a Yakuza Kick in the corner but Savannah quickly dodges it as Vanessa uses her strong leg, landing her foot on the ropes as Taylor takes aim and stiffly kicks Vanessa in the back of the right knee, causing her to howl in pain as Savannah quickly drops out of the ring, causing the referee Malcolm Parks to begin to tell the champion to come back into the ring or she’s going to begin to get counted out... She answers this by grabbing Vanessa by both legs, leading with her right and falling backward as she latches on a ring post figure figure four! Cade is writhing in pain, grabbing the ropes and trying to escape as Savannah flashes a wide grin, bending Vanessa’s knee and stretching it out to kingdom come...

...And the crowd loathes her for it.

Crowd: BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Malcolm is now standing beside the No Surrender Champion, telling her if she continues he’ll have no choice but to count her out! He continues telling her off for it and she completely ignores him, stretching Cade’s right knee out before Malcolm begins counting!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Finally Savannah lets go, dropping on her back and the No Surrender champion wipes her mouth as if getting the taste of something that she’d enjoy a bit more of. A few men in the audience might have gone silent just a second there... Only for the No Surrender champion to leap right back on Vanessa’s right knee for another round of the ring post figure four!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

...She lets go again.

Zack: This... The Sin City Siren is trying to CRIPPLE Vanessa ladies and gentlemen. There’s no way around it but that. If this was about the No Surrender Championship its quickly derailing into something else.

Mai: Well, Samantha called her a problem solver right? Vanessa wants her No Surrender Championship. That’s a problem to me, Zack.

Savannah looks out to the AA Arena as they are wholly booing her now as Malcolm Parks rolls in to check on The Golden Elbow. Parks can be heard asking Vanessa if she wants to continue and Cade snarks through the pain, ‘I’ve hurt worse... I’ve felt better too’ before she drops on her back and has to roll on all fours as the Sin City Siren glares at the crowd. She shakes her head and rolls back in, reaching down and grabbing by the ponytail before pulling her scrunchie out, throwing it over her shoulder carelessly so Vanessa’s hair pools at her shoulders. She grabs a handful and asks Vanessa if she’s still a bitch... Slapping her across the face as she does it. Is she still a bitch? Slap. Is she still a bitch? Slap. Is she still a bitch?

The third slap never comes as Vanessa answers an emphatic ‘yes’ by grabbing Taylor on the wrist and pulling her into an elbow strike that echoes through the arena with such severity that the knockout strength doesn’t seem to even register for the No Surrender champion right away!

Taylor takes the elbow strike to the temple as she lets go of Vanessa’s hair...

She teeters...

Teeters...

And drops to the mat.

Zack: GOLD RUSH!!

Mai: NO! NO! THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO GO! NO!

Zack: Vanessa Cade’s had enough of being toyed around and her knee being targeted and just cleaned the No Surrender Champion’s clock!

Standing on her good leg, The Golden Elbow cracks her neck with her hands to an emphatic amount of cheering from the Dallas crowd as she looks down at Savannah before mouthing something about a bitch will get what is coming to her before she wakes Taylor up by stomping on her left shoulder. Savannah winces as she tries to roll over but Cade doesn’t let her, grabbing her left arm and pulling her back to an arm wrench before she leaps up and hits a knee drop into Savannah’s shoulder this time, followed by stomping on her left wrist! Taylor is in pain her and tries to quickly use her legs to sweep Vanessa’s out from under her but the Golden Elbow is wised up to that crap and hops on her good leg before she jumps and drops an elbow into the back of Savannah’s left! The No Surrender champion is now rolling in pain, hugging her left arm to her chest but that is not about to stop Cade from showing her a degree of mercy after the repeated attacks on her once injured knee.

She reaches down and grabs two handfuls of Savannah’s hair, before shoving her not INTO the corner but adjacent, and then wrapping her left arm around the ropes, her wrist pressed against the turnbuckle! What follows next? Soccer kicks.

Mai: This isn’t soccer, Cade! There’s no need for this!

Zack: Vanessa is paying Savannah back for all the attention she gave to her right knee and the Dallas crowd is eating it up!

One soccer kick after the next as The Golden Elbow shows absolutely no quarter, kicking the ever loving crap out of Savannah Taylor’s left arm and wrist as the No Surrender Champion looks to be in growing pain as she tries to pull away only for Vanessa to drop a boot to the head of Taylor, stopping her from getting away before continuing to stomp away. Every stomp however with her right knee causes Vanessa to visibly flinch. She has to stop herself and massage her leg through the knee pad and brace but when she gets back up to go at it, Taylor kicks her knee out from under her once again! Vanessa is folded up in pain and the Sin City Siren looks somewhere between agonized and frustrated before she grabs Cade by the leg one good arm and has to sort of lean the other more on her hip to get where she’s going. With some degree of effort she hangs Vanessa up in a reverse tree of woe, folding her legs on the ring before she takes aim and BLASTS the back of Cade’s right knee with an uraken... Using her left arm. She drops on her knees, Savannah hugging her arm in pain but Cade drops from the tree of woe, hugging her knee to her chest.

Zack: Savannah Taylor with the DESERT ROSE but my God that’s a terrifying degree of desperation. Using the same left arm that Cade’s been working on to attack Vanessa’s own knee?

Mai: The Sin City Siren’s trying to get a message across, Zack. She’s saying ‘You must be ready to go all in to get what’s mine’.

Both women are worse for wear in this instance but staring each other down even then. They both begin to slowly try and rise upward but both go swinging with forearms, catching each other across the jaw. It isn’t a case of ‘yay’, ‘boo’, and so on, instead both women hitting each other at the same time and bouncing back slightly, only to strike each other again... And again, slightly slower... And again, slower than that. They both struggle, staring each other down and when Savannah goes for the next, Vanessa fakes her own only to immediately wrist lock Savannah Taylor and pull her down to the mat!

The crowd is fever pitched as Vanessa begins to pull Savannah into the bridging fujiwara armbar and it begins to look like curtains for the No Surrender champion... Until she reaches with her good arm to loosen and then pull down the right knee brace of Vanessa, followed by her knee pad! Vanessa’s leg buckles under her she loses grip of the armbar and Savannah immediately shoots herself up, pulling her arm out of Cade’s grip to apply a stretch muffler without a hint of remorse! She jerks Cade’s knee brace all the way down to her ankle and outright rips her knee pad off before she wraps Vanessa’s knee around her neck!

Zack: PERFECT ILLUSION! Vanessa was SECONDS away from the AU Lock and becoming No Surrender champion but Savannah... I... Savannah just pulled down Vanessa’s knee brace and pad just to further attack her knee!

Mai: Any means necessary Zack. By any means necessary.

Vanessa scrapes the ground in agony as Taylor continues to latch the hold tight, not letting it go for anything. She keeps applying it, furiously bending until Cade finally begins tapping out. The Sin City Siren finally lets the hold go, but looks sickeningly proud of herself as the crowd boos.

DING! DING! DING!

Maggie: Here is your winner... And STILL NO SURRENDER CHAMPION... SAVANNAH TAYLOR!!

Zack: Well... I... She’s still champion Mai but... Not a single fan in Dallas seems to be happy about it.

Mai: Who gives a shit what they think about bae? She won, she’s champion. That’s all I need to know.

Savannah huffs with a grin, hugging the No Surrender Championship to her as Malcolm Parks hands it over to her and raises her arm. Vanessa pushes herself up, rubbing her knee as she stares down at Savannah who has rolled out of the ring and is already smiling, patting the title as she waves goodbye to Cade... The crowd still booing over Waterproof Blondes playing now.






Maggie: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall!

Zack: It’s time for something I’ve been looking forward to! When this match was announced, it was stipulated that if the Express were still champions, this match would be for that exactly. But with me now is one half of the team who prevented that from happening, Mel Avilo.

Bianca: Well if they wanted this to be for the titles they should have left our shot until afterwards! Not that it actually makes any difference, Express and Legs & Arse have been at each other’s throats for a while now, not least including Global Wars.

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


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

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


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

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

Zack: Legs & Arse have been chasing the Unity Titles in FFW for quite some time now, and they’ve come close to it a couple of times. A win over the Express, who still have their rematch, would do them well.

Bianca: They came here in some massive blaze and the blaze is...well, it’s gone. They’re an average-at-best team and I’d be quite alright if I never had to sully myself as Unity Champion by facing them.

IKU ZO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maggie: SHE IS THE THE INTERGLACTIC IDOL PRINCESS..

[Andi positions herself! Step out, arm up.]

Maggie: THE "LUCKY STAR" ANDIIIIIIIII TAAAAKATAAAAA!!!!!!

[POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles.]

Maggie: TOGETHER... THEY ARE.....

[Wyld Stallyns? NO! The girls ascend the turnbuckles!]

Maggie: THE BUUUURNING STAAAAAAR EXPREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

[And they climb down from the turnbuckles and get ready for their match as the music fades down.]

Zack: The Express are the first of this year’s inductees into the Hall, which we’ve covered a few times and I’ll be damned if anyone says they don’t deserve it! Coming off the back of that huge loss to you and Bianca, it’s not only keeping Legs & Are out of contention but getting themselves back on track.

Bianca: The good thing about these two is they don’t stay down, which means when our rematch comes they’ll be like they always were, so I’m not worried about that. I’m more worried about what happens if they stuff this up.

Kevin Fisk calls for the bell. Siobhan and Muirne turn to decide between them who’s stepping through, but that decision is made for them as Andi charges across the ring and rams herself into Siobhan, knocking her over the ropes and onto the outside!

Zack: Andi doesn’t want to wait for Legs & Arse to decide what they’re doing, so she did it for them! After the last few weeks, no one can really blame her for that however.

Bianca: She’s borderline bipolar. I can’t blame her, but I can definitely blame not taking her meds.

Muirne looks a little surprised by that, but faces her former Global Wars opponent and smirks, planting a boot firmly in the Royal Stomach, causing her to dip a little, but it’s enough that Muirne grabs her and brings her down with a DDT. The two girls get to their feet together but Muirne is a little faster once she’s there and whips Andi into the ropes, where she drops her with a clothesline. Andi springs back to her feet and takes a shot at Muirne, who sidesteps it and watches as Andi attempts to balance herself. The Irish Woman takes hold of her and drops Andi with a legsweep, and then drops an elbow onto her back. Andi rolls to her front, but arches her back all the same. Muirne moves to the legs, picking them up by the feet and opening them, to then drop a leg between Andi’s legs, which gains a cringe from both their partners. Muirne doesn’t seem to notice or care and instead swings Andi around just enough that she can catapult the Team Japan wrestler into the L&A corner.

Bianca: Muirne isn’t letting the fact she was caught off guard by Andi’s assault get to her and given what Andi can do when given the chance, I don’t blame her. That’s actually smart on her part. She might actually be sober!

Zack: Or she could have enough experience thanks to Global Wars to know what’s coming. In either case, that leg drop made me cringe and I’m not a woman!

Muirne reaches the corner and delivers three chops to Andi’s chest, each one harder than the last and sending her a brilliant shade of red. She tags in Siobhan, to takes her feet and lands the sole of her feet wherever she can get them. She tags Murine back in and the two of them carry on working over her. Between tags the girl in the corner attempts to hold Andi in while not getting into trouble for doing so, which is much harder than it should be.

Bianca: A tactic that’s usually only used by people the fans don’t like, that always gets called smart...holy crap they’re actually learning!

Finally, Siobhan pulls Andi out of the corner, only to spin her around and drop her with a full nelson slam. Andi rolls away but is grabbed by the Scottish wrestler, who pulls her to her feet and uppercuts Andi, knocking her back a few steps. She doesn’t go far though as Siobhan has Andi’s arm, but Siobhan let's go and dropkicks her all the same, which ends her stumbling even more, until she lands on her backside. The Scot then runs forward and blasts her foot against the blue-haired wrestler’s face, dropping her to her back.

Zack: The Legs half of Legs & Arse has called an end to a glorification of a handicap match and not before time! Andi is woozy as hell from that onslaught.

Bianca: Siobhan would do well to make sure Andi is always in arms reach, though she’s as dangerous in close range as she is from a distance so many not.

In the BSX’s corner, Kaoru looks slightly concerned, holding out her hand as Andi attempts to get back to her feet, only to find herself pulled up by Siobhan who forces her back down with a belly to back suplex. Rolling off Andi, the redhead turns and drops on Andi with a standing moonsault. Staying right where she is, she goes for the cover.

Bianca: That was a well done moonsault but I’m not sure...

ONE!

T-Nope!

Zack: Definitely not. Andi’s taken on worse and won so it’s going to take more than that to keep her down.

Andi pushes Siobhan off her and the redhead gets to her feet. Andi rolls and grabs Siobhan by the knee to push herself up. Siobhan reaches down to pull ndi off her, but is thanked for that by Andi surging upwards and headbutting the Scot on the bridge of her nose! Siobhan flies backwards and holds her face while Andi leaps towards her corner, towards Kaoru, whose hand is extended towards her. She almost makes it, landing just and no more out of arm’s reach and starts to crawl towards her. Siobhan is having none of that however and grabs Andi, pulling her backwards by the leg! With Andi back where Siobhan wants her, the redhead drops an elbow into the back of Andi’s knee, then lifts the same leg and drives it, knee first into the mat. Andi shouts and attempts to roll away, but Siobhan’s grip somewhat resembles a vice as she pulls as hard as she can manage on it, forcing Andi to look around her for a way out.

Zack: A slight modification of an ankle lock there and SIobhan is definitely using that to her advantage, which is even greater with the height she has over Andi.

Bianca: She does that. And this works well for her, as Andi needs her feet to zip about. Without that...game to Legs & Arse maybe?

Siobhan appears to look to grapevine the move into an ankle lock, but the time it takes her to consider this allows Andi to wriggle her way into a hold loose enough that she can get out of it. Getting to her feet, and favouring the one that had all the pressure applied to it, Andi blasts Siobhan with an elbow, dropping her to the mat and races for her corner, this time making the tag!

Zack: Andi needed that tag! Kaoru’s fresh as a daisy and quite annoyed!

Kaoru wastes no time getting into the ring, and is over Siobhan before the Scot knows what’s going on. Kaoru rattles her own elbow against the Scot’s head and then runs with her into a neutral turnbuckle, forcing Siobhan’s head down and ensuring she smacks it hard off the padding, knocking Siobhan backwards, but she’s caught by Kaoru, who turns her and this time slams her back first into the buckles. She steps back and then comes forward again, driving a knee into Siobhan’s gut. She rams her knees repeatedly into Siobhan’s midsection, occasionally hitting her so hard the redhead’s knees come off the mat. Deciding she’s had enough of that she pulls Siobhan out and flips her over and bang into the middle of the ring. Siobhan sits - though it’s mostly from the way she bounced when she landed - and turns, only to take the kick that was going to be to the back of her head, to her face instead. Landing on her side, Kaoru continues her attack, this time dropping an elbow into the exposed side. Getting to her feet, she uses her foot to roll Siobhan onto her back and stomps away at her, hitting wherever she can reach, and a couple reach the head and fingers. She reaches down and pulls Siobhan up, hoists her over with a German suplex and bridges for a cover!

ONE!

TWO

MUIRNE WITH THE SAVE!

Bianca: The Express nearly had it but they forgot for a second there’s a lump of a woman who’s faster than she looks!

Muirne puts the foot in Kaoru’s head which breaks, the pin, and Fisk puts the Irish brawler back in her corner. The Fast Track Champion gets to her feet and watches for Siobhan doing the same. A dropkick comes her way which sends the redhead into the ropes. Kaoru runs, looking for a clothesline but Siobhan’s legs come up and she catches Kaoru in the neck! The Japanese woman lands on her back, slightly dazed as Siobhan pulls herself from the ropes and turns to head towards Muirne. But as she turns, Kaoru grabs her by the ankle. Siobhan does her best to shake her off, but despite her best efforts finds herself on the mat instead. Kaoru is up and she takes Siobhan by the neck this time and puts a knee in the Scot’s back as she forces her up.

Zack: Another shot at a submission here, and this time it’s Siobhan who’s on the receiving end of it. Not sure what’s going to hurt more after this one’s over.

Bianca: Probably the back...Kaoru’s knees are horrible things to have pushed against you. A bit like all of her really.

Kaoru is set in the hold, and concentrating so hard on getting Siobhan to tap she doesn’t see the Arse half of her opponents AGAIN storm the ring and take Kaoru out! Yet again Fisk admonishes Muirne and forces her back to her corner. The blow knocked Kaoru for six and she’s sitting up, trying to get her bearings. Siobhan gets up and takes advantage of this and blasts towards her corner, tagging in Muirne again! The Irishwoman heads for the Fast Track Champion and as Kaoru gets up Muirne lifts her and first drops her on her knee with a backbreaker, then hoists her up and drops her again with a swinging neckbreaker! Kapru rolls away and heads towards Andi, but the Arse isn’t having any of that and pulls Kaoru back, picking her up and turning her round and sending her across the ring with a release German suplex!

Zack: Muirne got in and she’s on a roll! Not sure Kaoru knows where she is right now.

Bianca: Well as long as she knows she’s in a ring in Dallas and not somewhere in the Cosmos...no, wait, Wrong partner.

Muirne turns to face the Japanese wrestler, clearly quite proud of herself too. She reaches Kaoru and pulls her up, smacking her across the chin with an uppercut. Then, grinning now. She takes hold of Kaoru and bends her backwards, looking for her superkick. Kaoru meanwhile realises what’s going on and smacks Muirne hard across the face! Muirne looks surprised but she doesn’t have time to be as Kaoru hoists her up and drives her down with the facelock brainbuster!

Zack: A Póg Oíche Mhaith just got countered into an Atomic Glow! Got a feeling someone else might be seeing stars!

Kaoru goes for the cover, and Adni takes off through the ropes to stop Siobhan!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bianca: Muirne was too busy wondering what the light was to get out of that! Come on!

Maggie: Your winners, THE BURNING STAR EXPRESS!

Kaoru is helped up by Andi and Fisk raises both of their hands. The blue-haired half of the team looks to the booth where Bianca is sitting, and the Brazilian grins.

Zack: If Legs & Arse had hopes of being in line for a shot that the Unity Championships, they just got dashed by the Express! They put on a show that won’t kick them out entirely but I think they might have to work a little harder now.

Bianca: A little harder is a fair statement If by a little harder actually get some brains. Like I said, the Express are where they need to me and bring on when we face them again.

Zack: The Express have done what seems to come quite well to them and picked up a much required win here in Dallas tonight!

With the two celebrating their win, we go somewhere else.






Steph’s Putting Down the Pipe

After a quick commercial for the merchandise site, we return to the back of the American Airlines Center and find the door open into the locker room of the former Evolution Champion and her manager as they prepare to head for the ring.

Christian: They asked me to be on commentary for this match given my relationship with Leona and yourself, but either way, are we ready?

Steph is dressed in a her usual jacket she heads to the ring with, though her ring gear has been changed up slightly. Where there were motifs of black on green there are now white highlights along certain lines. The MMA shorts are green with white striping, and her bustier’s lacing has traded up black with green lacing for green with white and black on a criss-cross. She looks at her manager in silence before walking to a nearby bench and picking up a rolled up newspaper.

Steph: Not yet, Christian. One more thing.

She holds the rolled up paper and it slides slightly, showing off a flash of metal glinting in the light. The usual lead pipe wrapped up in it. She silently slid the lead pipe back down in the paper before holding it out to the mutual manager of herself and the current Evolution champion for him to take from her. He looked down to her trademark copy of the Wall Street Journal, and took it slowly from her with a curious look.

Christian: What? You want me to hold onto it?

He looked questioningly to her and then the paper and back to her.

Steph: More than that.

She patted it gently and looked at CK earnestly. Almost... Pleadingly.

Steph: I want you to hold onto it and I don’t want you to give it back. Not for this match... Not for any match. Not again. Any match I go in from now on...

She held her hands up. Taped up from before we joined them. She flexed them briefly before the Witch of Wall Street’s hands balled into fists.

Steph: These. These are all I’m gonna use, these are all I’m gonna need.

Christian looked down to her hands for a moment, and nodded before dropping the newspaper on a nearby chair. He then turned back to her.

Christian: No problem. You’ve proven already in the past you don’t need it. We’ll cancel the subscription tomorrow if you want too.

Steph: ...Maybe. I do like getting their viewpoints even though I disagree with a few of them lately. I might look into a subscription with The Economist maybe. I’ll get back to you on that. Shall we?

She gave the collar of her leather jacket a tug and motioned out the door of the locker room.

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Zack: We got two big title matches left, and this one promises to be one hell of a showdown we are about to see! I’m going to be joined here momentarily by the manager of 2 of the women we are about to see.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match for the FFW Evolution Championship!!!

“A little wicked... That’s what he calls me... ‘Cause that’s what I am...
...That’s what I am.”


The arena is bathed in green spotlights as Christian Kincaid stops after coming through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He smiles slightly, looking back behind him as Stephanie Stefano emerges shortly after him in her ring gear with a leather jacket as she stares out at the crowd over her newspaper. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the now rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph finishes up wrapping her left hand.

“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”


Maggie: From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 170 pounds... She is THE WITCH OF WALL STREET... THIS IS *THE* STEPH STEFANO!

“CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED! I AM, I AM...!
HANDS RED, HANDS RED JUST LIKE HE SAID!
I AM...A LITTLE WICKED.”


The wicked witch of wall street stands in the center of the ring, wrists crossed and head bowed  as the green spotlights bathe her while CK is leaned in the corner with a smirk before her song fades out and the lighting returns to normal. Christian heads towards the booth, and takes a seat to put on the headset.

Zack: Steph Stefano has made it clear she wants to be a 2 time Evolution Champion. She’s also seemed to turn over a new leaf of late, which will be interesting to see as well. Welcome to the broadcast position, Christian.

Christian: Thanks for having me. And before you ask, I have no preference who wins this match as long as it is one of the two I manage.

You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word your say
I’m talking loud, not saying much.
I’m criticised, but all your bullets ricochet.
Shoot me down, but I get up.


During the opening lines, Jo McFarlane steps out onto the stage to a pop from the crowd. She raises her arms to shoulder level, and begins to flap them somewhat, egging the crowd on.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, please welcome “The Living Firework” JO! MCFARLANE!

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose,
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!


During the more upbeat chorus, Jo runs down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off  with her steps down the ramp. She carries on the momentum to veer around a corner, up the steps, grabbing the top rope and flipping over them, landing on her feet to another pop from the crowd. She then takes off towards her corner, where she ascends the middle turnbuckle and holds her arms out wide, taking in the noise from the crowd. Jumping down, she looks into the ring and does some last minutes stretches while her music fades out.

Zack: Could this be Jo McFarlane’s destiny? She earned this shot back at Global Wars, and this is her first opportunity at the Evolution Championship on a stage like this!

Christian: I’m not sure Destiny is going to play a part, outside of being named a Future Shock Pay Per View. But Jo’s been known to pull these things out when you least expect it!

The thumping war drums and the mysterious flute of "Aztec Temple" hit the sound system. The crowd comes alive as the Aztec Warrior Leona Vega comes through the main gate, wearing the Evolution Championship belt around her waist. She looks over the cheering crowd, soaking it in for a bit, before unhooking the Evolution Championship from around her waist and raising it overhead, letting out her traditional war cry, matched by a lion roar from the PA. She then slowly makes her way down the entrance ramp, sharing a high-five with the fans in attendance with their arms out for her.

Maggie: And her opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico… The DEFENDING FFW Evolution Champion... LEONA VEGA!!!

Zack: Leona Vega had a banner year in 2016, and she ended it with the Evolution title! But she’s got her work cut out for her with two opponents tonight like these women!

Christian: I can tell you for a fact that Leona and Steph both are amped for this match, and ready to leave it all in the ring! Speaking of which...here we go!

Unhooking the title belt, Leona hands it off to Jennifer Stringer who in turn passes the title to the attendant on the outside and calls for the bell. As Jo McFarlane watches the Champion, Steph charges at the Scottish wrestler and takes her down to the canvas with a spear. Stefano pulled McFarlane back to her feet and shoved her back into the corner, unloading on her with stiff right hands before she used her wrist to jerk her forward, lift her off her feet and drive her across her knee with a backbreaker.

Christian: Jo might do well to a little bit more attentive. Steph’s ready to get her title back, and Jo’s watching Leona!

Zack: She was a little sidetracked there, wasn’t she?

She then stops a couple of steps before the ring, wrapping the belt around her waist again. She backtracks a little bit and then sprinting towards the ring, hopping onto the ring apron, and then immediately vaulting over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring and immediately she explodes forward into a running clothesline that catches Stephanie by surprise and sends her down to the canvas. Leona turned her attention back to Stefano and began to unload on her with a series of stiff kicks into her  body as the former Evolution Champion rose to her feet. Getting vertical Steph swung a vicious right hand towards Leona who ducked underneath it, ghosting behind Steph before she left her feet as Stefano turned around and delivered a dropkick to her chest that saw Steph fall backwards through the ropes and to the outside.

Zack: Leona’s got everything to lose here, and she just deposited Steph on the floor with that dropkick!

Christian: She knows that, she knows she doesn’t even have to be involved in the decision to lose the title. So you’re going to see her full throttle to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Leona soaks in the crowd's cheers as she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, staring into the crowd with a big smile and raising her hands  overhead, saying a quick prayer to herself before slapping the top turnbuckle and jumping back down into the ring. As the Mexican turns she finds herself face to face with the risen Jo McFarlane who extends her hand and gets a quick handshake from Leona before she backs away and the pair start to circle before Jo closes the distance and manages to get a collar and elbow tie up that she immediately managed to turn into an arm wringer. Vega’s face showed discomfort as she tried to push the Scot away from her only for the red haired woman to twist the Champion’s arm once more. Leona shakes her head as she holds her shoulder for the moment before she performed a cartwheel to slacken the hold and allowed her to deliver a kick into McFarlane’s gut as she landed on her feet, freeing herself from the hold and allowing her to send Jo rolling across the ring with a deep armdrag takedown. Jo using the momentum to roll up to one knee, spotting that Leona was likewise on one knee and the pair exchanged a look of respect with each other.

Zack: There’s certainly a lot of mutual respect between these two women, you can see it written on their faces.

Christian: It’s hard not to respect someone after they defeated you, which is what Jo did recently. Leona sees her as more dangerous than ever.

Leona and the Scottish challenger rose to their feet and once more started to circle, feeling each other out once more before Jo again made the first move, closing the gap between them and feinted for the tie up once more before she went low, picking the leg of the Monterrey native as she made a single leg takedown stick. Instantly Jo looked for the spinning toehold only for Leona to kick her off, sending her into the ropes only for McFarlane to bounce off them and deliver a low dropkick into the Champions stomach before she could rise and instantly rolled over to hook her into a headlock. Vega fights back to her feet with her opponent’s arms still wrapped around her head and backs up to the ropes, firing Jo off and across the ring. As McFarlane hits the far side ropes, Steph grabs hold of her ankles, tripping her up and causing her to faceplant to the mat before Stefano pulled her out of the ring under the bottom rope. Jo landed on her feet but only stayed on them for a moment before Steph fired off a kick to the gut and then planted Jo in the floor with a snap DDT.

Zack: Normally I’d say being on the floor is not a good idea, but in a triple threat, it certainly guarantees no falls are going to happen in the ring.

Christian: Precisely! That’s one thing Steph and I talked about. If she can keep one outside, her chances are much better. Plus that’s one less to gang up on you.

The Gucci Goddess slid into the ring underneath the bottom rope and started to get up to her feet only for Vega to charge her and deliver a running boot into her chest as she got to one knee causing her to fall backwards into the ropes. Quickly Vega grabbed hold of her wrist and jerked her forward, spinning around and delivered a back elbow into Stefano’s jaw, continuing the spin into a discus forearm into the jaw to keep her off balance before she left her feet and connected with a backflip kick to her jaw. Leona landed on her knee and drove a forearm into the former Champion’s gut, doubling her over and allowing her to snapmare her to a sitting position on the canvas. Almost immediately the reigning Evolution Champion rolled over her with a front flip neckbreaker that snapped Steph’s head forward before causing her to fall backwards as the Mexican wrestler rolled through to her feet and charged towards the ropes, bouncing off them and came back into a low dropkick to Stefano’s chest causing her to roll away.

Christian: That’s the second time in this match Steph’s ate one of those dropkicks to the chest from Leona. The problem comes in that Leona has a decided speed advantage over both women, which allows her to catch someone like that over and over.

Zack: Leona Vega’s not quick, she’s sudden. And she is doing an excellent job of trying to keep Steph off her feet in this match.

Vega nipped to her feet and headed towards the corner, climbing to the top rope she turned to face the rising Italian-American, taking half a second to measure her up before she leapt onto her shoulders and attempted a head scissors takedown only for Steph to set herself and push Vega away. The Monterrey native landed on her feet and as she did, Stefano delivered a throat thrust causing her to gasp for breath before she scooped the Evolution Champion up off her feet and into an inverted Atomic drop. Vega’s eyes went wide as her hands moved to the place of impact only for Steph to grab hold of her hair and jerk her backwards into a backbreaker. Stefano didn’t release her grip on her hair as she jerked the former lioness back to a vertical base and sent her in for the ride. As Vega bounced back off the ropes, Stefano left her feet and into a Thesz press, driving Leona back into the canvas and landed on top of her before she started to unload on her with furious right hands that saw the Evolution Champion cover up.

Zack: You can call that effective aggressiveness from the former champion as she is simply unloading with those big right hands!

Christian: Where Leona is the fastest in there, Steph is the strongest but you can see the champion covering up to try to avoid a lot of that.

Stringer ordered the break, telling Stefano to let Leona up to her feet, causing the Californian to shake her head and roll away to a vertical base. As she does so she hears a loud whistle from behind her and turns around to look at the source of the noise, finding Jo stood on the apron. As soon as she locks eyes with the Edinburgh native, the red haired wrestler leaps onto the top rope and springboards off it and fires herself towards the American like a missile, catching her with a shoulder block that knocks her down to the canvas. Jo quickly rolls away and to her feet before she set off across the ring, hitting the ropes behind Steph as she started to rise and came back towards her, leaving her feet and delivering a single handed bulldog that drove Stefano face first into the canvas. The wicked rolled over onto her back and sat up only to get a kick to the sternum from the Scottish born wrestler, that sends her back to the mat and follows it with a quick leg drop to across her chest then floats into the cover.

One…

Christian: Jo’s trying to steal this one as quickly as possible, but I think Leona’s going to have something to say about that.

Leona breaks up the cover at one, diving onto the back of the Scottish wrestler with a double axe handle blow across her shoulder blades. Vega started to pull Jo up to her feet only for the Scottish wrestler to surprise the defending Champion, catching her with a European uppercut to her jaw, followed by a second and a third that saw Leona take two steps backwards, giving the Edinburgh native enough space to begin to deliver a series of snapped off kicks aimed at Vega’s thighs. Vega stumbled slightly from the onslaught of blows, Jo pausing for a moment as she measured her opponent but before she could do anything more she was shoved roughly in the back by the risen Stefano sending her sprawling forwards and headbutting Vega. Stefano instantly followed that up by catching the Scottish wrestler in a rear waistlock, hurling her over head with a snapped off German suplex. Quickly The Wicked rose back to her feet and grabbed Leona by the wrist, jerking her forward off the ropes as she held her head and drove her face first into the mat with a reverse STO.

Zack: Some time ago, Leona Vega had a nose job and Steph’s looking like she’s trying to help her decide on another one right there.

Christian: That’s how you stop someone like Leona, Zack. Use their speed and momentum against them, I speak from experience. It happened to me a lot in my wrestling career.

Jo began to rise only for Steph to push upwards and charge at the red haired technician with a shoulder tackle that knocked Jo straight back down to the mat. Again McFarlane rose only to be caught with another shoulder tackle knocking her down to the mat, Stefano continuing her momentum pirouetting on one foot and delivering an elbow strike to the side of the rising Evolution Champion’s jaw that staggered her. The Witch of Wall Street continued her attack on the Monterrey native, grabbing hold of her head and sent her face first into her knee for a facebreaker smash, sending Vega back to the canvas. Again the former Evolution champion switched her attention, running towards the rising Jo and leaving her feet to catch her with a dropkick to the chest that knocked her back to the canvas once more. Again the Californian rolled over and came to her feet, setting off quickly once more and caught Leona as she could rise with a forearm smash, hooking her head immediately afterwards and lifted her vertically then delivered a brainbuster to her. Again Stefano pushed to a vertical base and headed towards McFarlane, grabbing hold of her wrist as she rose and jerked her forwards only to lift her up onto her shoulders into an Argentine rack back she dropped down to turn the submission move into a backbreaker, dropping Jo onto the canvas as she landed.

Zack: I thought Steph was looking for a submission, but I guess she changed her mind on the fly. And that backbreaker didn’t feel any better for Jo.

Christian: Sometimes you make adjustments on the fly. She probably figured Jo wasn’t worn down enough yet.

Again Steph’s focus changed to the Champion and before the Mexican could rise, the woman from Berkeley made it to her feet and moved towards her quickly as she baseball slid into her side, sending her rolling underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Jo was starting to rise to her feet and Stefano stalked around behind her as she did so, letting her get to one knee before she struck, grabbing her arms from behind as she locked in a cobra clutch and used the hold to lift her upwards and drive the small of her back into her knee for a backbreaker, keeping the hold locked in as she took her to the canvas and bore down on the Edinburgh born wrestler with all her weight as the red head let out a cry of pain following the backbreaker, kicking her feet as she did so. On the canvas Steph shook the still trapped Scot who refused to quit as the official asked the question of her; instead reaching for the ropes with her hands and kicking her feet towards them, her first couple of attempts to reach them coming up agonisingly short by a matter of inches. Jo tried once more, stretching as far as she could, the toe of her boot brushing the bottom rope this time and Steph took this as a single to jerk the still fighting Scot to her feet, the Cobra Clutch still locked in and with a grunt of effort again lifted her into the air and sent her back first into her knee. This time she released the hold as she dumped her fellow challenger to the canvas and made the cover, hooking the outside leg.

Zack: A cobra clutch into another backbreaker, and Steph’s ready to take the title home!

One…

Two….

...T-

Christian: Jo’s not ready just yet though, but Steph needs to stay focused. Back to work for her.

Jo kicked out of the pinfall and Steph shook her head once more as she pulled Jo upwards and headed towards the corner, bringing her knee up into Jo’s breadbasket as she neared the turnbuckles and roughly pulled her into a standing headscissors before she flipped her upwards onto her shoulders for a powerbomb. Jo started to come to life as she found herself hoisted into the air, driving right and left hands downwards, clubbing away at Stefano’s skull before slipping out of her grip as she flipped over Steph’s head and landed on one knee behind her. The former No Surrender Champion forced herself up to her feet and instinctively drove her foot backwards, catching Steph in the gut as she turned around. Stefano stepped backwards towards the corner and Jo spun on her heel, bringing her foot upwards as she did so and delivered a roundhouse kick to Steph’s temple. The Californian wobbled on her feet and Jo didn’t waste any time at all as she left her feet to deliver a high knee into her chest, sending her back into the corner. The Scottish wrestler stepped towards Stefano and with impressive speed delivered seven quick knees into her stomach before Irish whipping her across the ring to the opposite corner, following in close behind her and left her feet to deliver a leg lariat to the one time Tag Champions chest.

Zack: A beautiful leg lariat right to Steph’s chest, and Jo’s getting her offense rolling all over again here at Relentless!

Landing on her feet, Jo took two steps backwards and waved the Californian forward, watching as she took two steps forward on spaghetti legs and McFarlane left her feet once more to deliver an enzugiri that caused Steph to drop face first to the canvas and instantly push up to all fours. The Living Firework held her back for a moment as she watched her fellow challenger grab hold of the ring ropes, resting on the middle one and held the side of her head with her hands as she tried to catch her breath before she set off across the ring. As Jo hit the opposite ropes to Stefano, the defending Evolution Champion was on her feet on the outside of the ring and measured Stefano up before she threw herself forward and delivered a cartwheel style kick to the side of her head. A moment later and back in the ring, Jo left her feet and landed on the Berkeley natives back, forcing her chest first into the middle rope, sliding over her body as she drove both her boots into Vega’s face on the outside, causing the Evolution champion to stumble backwards against the crowd barricade.

Christian: Leona just hit the barricade, and Steph is back in the ring. It’s a game of divide and conquer from the opening bell.

Stefano fell backwards into the ring; Jo landed on her feet on the outside and measured up Vega against the barrier and ran towards her, leaving her feet to land on her shoulders and sent her to the thin matting on the floor with a hurricanrana. Rolling through McFarlane came to her feet and headed towards the ring, pulling herself up onto the apron and walked to the corner, climbing to the top rope as she looked down at Steph, waving the rising American to her feet before she took a page from Killer C’s playbook and launched herself at Steph with the 187 flying clothesline. Rolling away McFarlane came to her feet quickly and ran to the ropes, springboarding off the middle one and into a leg lariat that caught The Witch Of Wall Street across the chest, sending her down to the canvas and allowed the Scot to kip back up to her feet quickly and drop back to the ropes, bouncing off them and delivered an axe kick to the back of the rising Stefano’s neck, sending her face first into the canvas. Jo rolled her challenger over to her back and fell on top of her to make the cover, hooking her leg as she did so.

Zack: Jo with an axe kick that Steph never saw coming, and now the cover!

One…

Two…

...T-

Christian: It’s gonna take a lot more than that, Jo. A for effort, but that’s not going to keep Steph down.

Stefano kicks out of the pinfall and sits up only for Jo to pull her upright and into a side Russian leg sweep that sent her straight back down, Steph held the back of her head as she rolled onto her front and Jo delivered an elbow drop into the top of her spine. She nipped up and delivered a second elbow drop to her spine once more before she started to drag Steph to her feet once more only to take her down once again with a neckbreaker. Jo didn’t let up as she instantly rolled over and pulled the American wrestler up to her feet with her, sending her into the ropes and waited for her to return before she jumped into a leapfrog only for her to land on Stefano’s shoulder and snap off a headscissors takedown to her. Steph rolled through after hitting the mat and came to one knee only to find Jo already bearing down on her, grabbing her from behind as she fed her arm over her shoulders, lifted her up and drove her face first into the canvas with the BANG! Wheelbarrow facebuster. Jo rolled Stefano over and pushed up to sit back on the Wicked’s chest, hooking the leg as she made the cover once again.

Zack: There went the BANG!! Jo’s leaving with the gold!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Christian: Okay….she had me there for a second! That was close!

Steph’s shoulder comes up as Leona slides back in underneath the bottom rope and on the three launches herself forearm first into Jo’s back, sending her falling forwards out of the cover. Stefano rolls away and to the outside, holding her face. Jo pushes up to her feet and as soon as she does she finds herself victim of a sleeperhold from the Evolution Champion; the Mexican wrapping her arms around Jo’s head as she tried to cut off the flow of blood and oxygen to the brain. As she tightened up the hold on the former No Surrender Champion, the living firework didn’t panic at all, grabbing hold of Leona’s arm as she tried to ease her fingers between the arm and her throat, getting her a little leeway and leverage that she used to turn slightly and drove the point of her elbow into into her gut. She delivered a second elbow that saw Leona release the hold, shoving her foe away from her as Jo stumbled two steps and Vega capitalised by leaving her feet and delivered a backstabber. McFarlane pops back up to her feet, holding her back as her face has a look of agony about it as Vega is quickly back to her feet and before Jo can turn around, Leona leaps onto her back, wrapping her legs around Jo’s middle in a body scissors as she looked to apply the sleeper hold once more.

Zack: Leona’s looking to put Jo out with this sleeper! Look at the way she has her legs positioned!

Christian: Of course, she’s trying to cut off the air supply any way she can. She knows she’s only got a finite amount of time here.

McFarlane though fought against the hold, stopping Leona from being able to lock it in before Jo dropped backwards, driving Leona into the mat. Vega rolled away and came to her feet, watching as Jo was just a step behind her and Vega dropped back to the ropes, bouncing off them for momentum before charging towards her and launching herself into a butterfly kick that got nothing but air as the Scot ducked down underneath the blow. Vega landed on her feet, her momentum causing her to take a couple of steps, only to grab hold of the top rope and Jo took off towards her, catching her with a cactus clothesline that sent her over the top rope to the outside; Vega bouncing off the apron before she landed on her feet on the floor and tried to regain her balance, spotting the rising Stefano and delivered a roundhouse kick to the head, sending her back to her knees. Almost immediately she looked back up at the ring and with a quick step forward she leapt up onto the apron as McFarlane rolled away and broke into a sprint, delivering a big boot to Vega’s face, knocking her back off the apron to the floor once more. McFarlane nodded her head, spinning around and headed across the ring, picking up speed before she dove through the ropes into a suicide dive that caught both Leona and Stefano causing all three of them to collapse in a heap.

Christian: They don’t call that a suicide dive because it sounds cool! If those two hadn’t have been there, Jo would have gotten her neck snapped hitting the floor.

Zack: But they were, and it paid off beautifully! Now to get someone in the ring, and go for the win!

Jo pulled herself up to her feet using the crowd barricade, looked to her left and right to see both her opponents starting to slowly rise and moved towards the ring, pulling herself up onto the apron. Taking a look behind her she saw them both rising and with a small grin on her face, the Living Firework hopped upwards, springboarding off the ropes and into an Asai moonsault, crashing down once more into both; her knee catching Stefano in the head. The Scot pulled the Mexican up to her feet with her and rolled her underneath the bottom rope before she pulled herself up onto the ring apron once more and made for the corner, climbing to the top rope as she watched Leona to push upwards. The defending Evolution Champion got to a vertical base and the Living Firework flew into a diving seated senton that drove her back to the canvas. Once more Jo ended up sitting on the Champion’s chest before she reached back to hook the leg for the pinfall.

Zack: Seated senton right onto Leona’s body, and again Jo’s seconds away!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Christian: She’s trying, but Leona’s not out of this enough for that to happen. She worked too hard to get where she is.

The official showed the two count to the Scottish wrestler who nods her head, pulling Leona to her feet before she forced her backwards into the corner with knife edge chops to the chest; delivering a series of six chops as she pinned her against the pads. Jo climbed to the middle rope and delivered a series of six shots to the top of her forehead before she spun to sit on the top turnbuckle, hooking Vega’s head before she leapt off and delivered a Tornado DDT that stood her on her head before the Evolution Champion crumpled to the mat and Jo dove on top of her to pin her shoulders to the mat once more.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Christian: There you go, I knew it was only a matter of time before Steph got back into this. And not a moment too soon.

Zack: You’re not kidding about that!

Before the referee could make the three count Stefano reached in and jerked Jo off of the cover and out of the ring, throwing a forearm into the Scots jaw as she landed on the floor before she picked up her and drove her down into the thin matting surrounding the ring with a spinebuster. The Wicked pulled McFarlane up to her feet and dragged her around the ring to the announce desk, delivering another three forearms to her jaw before she grabs hold of Jo by the wrist and jerks her forward, lowering her shoulder and elevated her upwards with a back body drop that caused her to crash onto the top of the announce desk. Stefano didn’t even bother to look back at her handiwork as Jo arched her back in agony at landing on the unforgiving wooden table before she laid back across it as the American slid into the ring. The Gucci Goddess pushed straight up to her feet and stared at Leona who was back on her feet in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles and charged towards her, leaving her feet for a stinger splash only to get a chest full of turnbuckle as Vega darted out of the way at the last moment and set off across the ring, coming back and leaving her feet as she looked for the jumping justice fist as Stefano staggered out of the corner and surprised Vega as she stepped towards the leaping Mexican, catching her in mid-air and dropped her over the top rope with a stun gun. Vega stepped backwards, gasping for breath and the Californian jumped into the air, grabbing the Mexican’s head and pulled her backwards into the Walk of Shame jumping reverse bulldog.

Christian: A stun gun into the WALK OF SHAME! Steph can’t follow up fast enough though, she needs to cover!

Stefano held her back, wincing in pain as she rolled away to the ropes and pulled herself upwards only to drive a front kick into the top of Leona’s chest - almost catching her in the teeth with the toe of her boot - causing her to fall backwards to the canvas. Steph dropped to her knees and then collapsed into the cover. The referee slid into position to count the cover.

One…

Two….

...THRE-

Zack: All credit to Leona Vega for knowing where she was! Without that rope, I’m not sure Stefano wouldn’t have gotten the title back!

Stringer waved off the count as Leona’s foot came up and onto the bottom rope. Stefano pulled at her hair in frustration as the official pointed at the foot on the ropes and showed the two count. The American shook her head before she slid on top of the Evolution Champion and began to deliver furious right and left hands into the Mexican’s head. Stringer asks for the break and The Steph Stefano jerked Leona up to her feet and shoved her backwards into the ropes, stepping forward and delivering a knee into her midriff before she sent her across the ring, catching her as she returned and sent her up into the air before driving her into the canvas with a stiff lariat in mid-air to complete the debt collector. Stefano made the cover and hooked the leg.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: Quick thinking by Jo, she just made sure this match will continue! I think Steph had it right there!

Christian: I’m not going to argue! Good presence of mind from Little Red!

The official waved off the three count as McFarlane dived in to break up the cover with the hand on the way down, landing a millisecond before Stringer’s hand hit the mat for the third time and Vega’s shoulder came up. Steph rolled away and began to rise to her feet, getting a series of haymaker right hands driven into her jaw from Jo McFarlane; Stefano firing back with rights of her as Vega rolled away to the safety of the ring ropes. Thanks to her physical advantages over the Edinburgh born wrestler, the American forces her onto the back foot. As McFarlane reels backwards Steph grabs hold of her wrist and whips her towards the ropes, Jo leaping onto the middle rope as she neared them and Steph closed the gap, jumping onto the second rope next to her, turning as she sprung off them and delivered another lariat that drove Jo into the canvas, Stefano landed on her knees next to her and hooked her leg.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: How many near falls have there been? But they just keep going, they want more than anything to be the Evolution Champion!

Christian: Who can blame them!? That title is the last rung of the ladder before you move up to the big dance.

Jo kicked out of the pinfall and rolled away, pulling herself upwards by the ring ropes only to get as far as her knees before Steph lines her up and runs at her, swinging her leg for a punt kick to the head, getting air as McFarlane snaps her head out of the way. Stefano kicks the ropes on her follow through and McFarlane grabs hold of the American, rolling her backwards for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Christian: Steph is one of the toughest women I’ve ever met, and it takes an ungodly amount of punishment to keep her down for 3.

The Witch of Wall Street kicked out just before the three count and quickly pushed up to her feet, finding Jo already there waiting for her as she let her frustration get the better of her, lunging towards McFarlane with a wild arm forearm swing. The Scot ducked underneath it stepping past her opponent and left her feet to deliver a pele kick to the top of Steph’s head as she turned. Stefano stumbled, dropping to one knee and almost immediately pushed back to her feet only for Jo to launch herself forward as the Wicked One tried to throw another forearm; McFarlane catching it as she brought her legs up and locked in a flying armbar. The red haired submissionist yanked on her arm, using every ounce of her weight to her advantage, dragging her fellow challenger to the mat and pulled on her arm. Stringer asked the American if she wished to quit, getting a shake of the head from her; the woman showing extreme pain on her face. The referee asked again, getting another ‘No’ from Steph as she tried to free her arm.

Zack: That armbar came out of nowhere for Steph, but she’s sticking it out! Jo has no plans to let go either!

Christian A submission is hard to get in a match like this. Why? Well here, let Leona show you.

Stefano raised her hand, ignoring the referee’s question as she dropped to her knees, her face screwing up into excruciating agony. Just as looked like she was about to tap out, Vega comes flying in and catches Jo with a perfect low dropkick to the side of her head that caused her to release the hold. Steph held her arm and shoulder against her as Leona and Jo both rose to their feet and Leona took two quick steps towards her, leaving her feet and grabbing hold of her head and using the middle rope like a tightrope to gain more speed before pushing off and spinning around and around and around Jo’s body with the orbit DDT, standing her on the head as she finished spinning around her and scrambled to make the pin on the Scottish wrestler.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Christian: I thought that was it right there! I was already getting up to congratulate the champion for retaining!

Zack: I’m with you, I was about to give Maggie the cue!

Jo’s shoulder comes up at the last moment, Stringer waving off the count and showed the two count to the Evolution Champion. Leona looked at the referee in despair as she was up on her knees, nodding her head in acceptance only for Steph to spin around and drive a kick across the back of her shoulders, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Before the Champion could push upwards, Steph ran forward and delivered The Headline punt kick to the side of the head. Leona rolled onto her back, Steph falling into the cover on top of her.

One…

Two…

Zack: HEADLINE! THAT’LL DO IT!! STEFANO’S GONNA----NOO!!

McFarlane delivered a kick to the side of Steph’s head to stop the pinfall before she rolled away and pushed upwards to her feet as Steph did, beating her there by a step. Jo whipped her hair out of the way and delivered a spinning roundhouse kick to the jaw of the American, causing her to stumble before Jo left her feet to lock in the Gingervitis Christo hold, pulling back on the arm that she’d locked in an armbar earlier. Steph let out a loud screech of pain, falling to one knee. Stringer asked Stefano if she wanted to quit, getting no answer as her face screwed up in pain once more. Steph tried to hold on as she looked down at Vega who was only just starting to stir. Jo pulled back more on the limb, causing more pain to the American who had tears of pain starting to roll down her face and Steph tapped on Jo’s leg causing Stringer to call for the bell.

Christian: Well….damn.

Zack: Can you believe that?!

Maggie: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by way of submission...And NEW FFW Evolution Champion…. “THE LIVING FIREWORK” JO MCFARLANE!!!

Zack: For the first time in her career, Jo McFarlane is the Evolution Champion! And Dallas loves it!

Christian: I’ll give credit where it’s due. Steph doesn’t tap out unless she is in agony to the point of no return! Jo earned it, and I commend her for it!

Zack: The American Airlines Center...as well as a Killer Referee in the back...are on their feet for the new Evolution Champion! Jo McFarlane has made history!!

Jo released the hold and landed on her feet as the bell rang, stumbling backwards as she looked to find her balance while Stefano dropped to the mat, holding her arm in agony. Leona sat up in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles eye glassy as Jennifer Stringer retrieved the title belt from the timekeeper. The referee raised Jo McFarlane’s hand in victory before handing her the Evolution Championship; the Scot held it close to her body, hugging it tightly before she made for the corner and climbed to the middle turnbuckle, holding the title aloft as she began her celebration.

Mai: Hey Zack, look up on the ramp! I think we got company!

Zack: What are you…..Director, get a shot up there!

The show cut to the top of the ramp, where Samara Steele stood. The crowd gave her a mixed reaction as Jo looked over to her as well, and then down to her Evolution Championship. Samara told her congratulations, but kept a mostly stoic facial expression with her arms crossed under her chest.

Zack: It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Samara at a FFW show, but the surprises just keep on coming tonight, don’t they?

Mai: You’re telling me!

As the camera shows a close up of the brunette, we head to a commercial for Future Shock Destiny.


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Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen... It is now time for your main event... The following match is for the FEMME FATALE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!

Standing next to Maggie, as though there was ever any doubt in the ref’s identity... Is “Killer C” Caroline Dallins. Caroline’s choice of attire goes a little... Beyond your usual referee. Instead of the regular zebra stripe black and white, she’s working with purple and white when the camera closes up on her. She and Maggie spare a few words as the camera closes up on her.

Zack: Caroline has a hell of a task in front of her tonight, but she’s promised to absolutely do her best to call it down the middle.

Mai: Pfft, you know Nevaeh is going to be cheated by her! Absolutely robbed! Our FFW Champion deserves better than this, Zack! Much better!

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, 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. Barabbas is in her corner, following her the entire way as the crowd seems to be mostly split on her...

Zack: Well that isn’t the most... Warm reaction I’ve heard for Eileen Amaro at all, but the ‘Last Scion’ seems to be unphased by it for the most part. She’s dealt with these kinds of crowds before.

Mai: If anything, this new attitude she’s got on is admirable! Listen to that crowd! Look at that game face! Now this is a woman who could actually take the “World’s Finest” head on.

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 she resides in Los Angeles, California and weighs in tonight at 120 pounds.  She is the reigning and defending 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 a leather crimson and silver liberty strapped peplum top that is sowed into a crimson bikini bottom with a crimson and silver leather skirt around it. We also notice on her arms she is wearing crimson fingerless gauntlets on each arm that run up to her forearms. On her feet are crimson knee high boots with crimson kickpads and a Royal “NS” written on them in silver. The most important accessory though is the FFW Championship wrapped around her waist

Nevaeh stands there for a few more moment still she slides into the ring and makes her way to the middle of the ropes. She climbs up them, hooking one leg over the top rope to where she is straddling the top rope.

She looks out to the crowd with a glare on her face. She slowly rubs her title before snapping her head to look upward, her arms stretched out. Multiple spotlights shift down towards her, basking her in the light while Silas applauds behind her. Nevaeh keeps striking the pose till she lowers her head back down. She gets off the ropes and goes across the ring, putting one foot on the bottom and the other on the middle, just looking out to the crowd. She stretchers her arms out again as she glares at them.

She now goes to a corner where Silas stands on the ring apron. He starts whispering into her ear as they wait for the match to start. She hands over the FFW Championship to Caroline who nods and stands in the center of the two competitors.

Mai: Look at her, Zack. It’s almost as though she’s glowing... Shining in fact. That’s what an FFW Champion looks like! That’s what one sounds like and wrestles like! Look at her. Just... Look at her.

Zack: I am Mai. So is this capacity AA Arena and from the sounds of it, they don’t like what they see either.

...

...

Referee Dallins waits for Nevaeh’s music to end, looks to both challenger and champion, their managers at ringside and raises the FFW Championship the cheers before handing over the title to Maggie outside... Before she motions for the bell to ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Both Nevaeh and Eileen get nose-to-nose, face to face with each other and after all the time they’ve had to want to lay into each other, after all those weeks, months going... They just... Stare. Yes, the two competitors just stare into each other’s eyes, forehead pressed up against forehead and almost... Daring the other to do something after all has been said and done. They continue watching each other for the longest time and in the background the referee, Silas and Barabbas alike look slightly confused by this. The crowd as well seems to a little thrown off expecting a bloodbath from the second the bell rang but the fact that the champion and the challenger are just standing there is almost... Unnerving. They aren’t even sharing words... They’re only so much as...

Breathing at each other, if one could call it that.

Zack: After so long Mai, so long waiting to get their hands on each other... There’s just... Nothing. It’s almost disturbing. The crowd doesn’t even seem to know what to make of--

Crowd: WWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Eileen suddenly hauls backward and unleashes the stiffest possible chop across the chest of the blonde champion, causing her to nearly take a step back on her heel... Flinching physically and biting down on her teeth before she snaps her head back on the Last Scion and...

Crowd: WWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Answers right back with a vicious chop across the chest of her own, sweeping Amaro’s chin backward with her wrist and then lighting up her chest with a vicious chop right back! Back and forth the two women go, increasing fervor on their faces as they outright try and beat each other across the chest with the crowd unleashing ‘wooos’ with every single resounding chop that rolls through. Amaro answers with a chop and the ‘wooos’ began to devolve into a strange amalgamation of cheers and boos. Nevaeh throws out a chop and the crowd boos entirely, at least more consistent there. They continue throwing each chops down on each other but neither woman will take a step back or move away from each other. Even when they’re forced back on a heel or a step back, they immediately get right back into it and hammering the chops away at each other. When Eileen goes for another chop this time however, Nevaeh grabs her by the wrist and pulls her towards the ropes but Nevaah gets reversed and nearly catches a Rainmaker short-arm lariat for her troubles, but ducks it and hits Amaro with a jumping neckbreaker! She rolls backwards and hooks a leg, motioning for a pin!

O------!!

KICKOUT!! (Shove really)

Mai: Vicious chop fest by the champion and challenger, we almost saw a Riptide there Zack but Nevaeh counters with a beautiful neckbreaker into the cov-- Oh. Nevermind.

Zack: Nevermind indeed as we get no more than half a one-count

Amaro physically shoves and piefaces Summers off of her before immediately leaping at her upward before irish-whipping her into the corner. Amaro rushes towards the champion and buries a shoulder into her gut before she keeps her left shoulder there, grabbing the ropes on either side of the corner and Nevaeh before burying one shoulder thrust after the next into “The World’s Finest” and then putting a forearm up against her throat before pounding away into the kidneys and the ribs of the FFW Champion! Nevaeh can’t really fight out of the corner from this positioning and yet Eileen simply keeps going... Keeps going... Until Caroline begins to count her out!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU--

Caroline stops, seeing that Eileen isn’t going to stop and physically pulls her off Nevaeh, causing the Last Scion and the referee to stare at each other as Dallins asks Amaro if she wants to be disqualified. The Last Scion finally turns away from the referee, only to get pulled into the corner by Nevaeh who immediately puts a boot to Eileen’s throat and begins to throttle her as Dallins begins to count yet again...

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU--

...And again, rather than disqualify the wrestler in question she irritably pulls Nevaeh away from Eileen and begins to read her the riot act, asking her if she wants to be disqualified before muttering not to answer that. Silas jumps on the apron and begins telling Caroline that she’s doing a piss poor job of refereeing, but she straight up ignores him and continues to stare at Nevaeh and Eileen, turning her back on Mason.

Zack: Caroline having to pull Nevaeh and Eileen away from each other and keeping them from disqualifying themselves... It seems Silas was hoping to get a distraction going but the ref isn’t paying him any mind.

Mai: Well, she’s enjoyed his presence in matches enough to know how this works.

The two competitors begin to get out of the corner and lock up once more in a collar elbow tie up that the FFW Champion quickly tries to turn around into a seated chinlock but Amaro quickly rolls through and tries to get upward but Summers rolls with her and brings her back down into a seated chinlock. She licks her chops and asks Eileen if she’s just going to give up now and be done with it... Amaro answers with firing a stiff elbow behind her in Summer’s ribs... Followed by another... Followed by another... She begins to slowly get the rise upward because the two women stood up only for Summers’ to hit Eileen with a sitout rear mat slam, hooking the brunette’s leg for the cover again!

OOONNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWOOOO---!!

KICKOUT!!

Zack: Another pin by the champion and another kickout by the challenger! I know Nevaeh didn’t think this was going to be as easy as she was hoping...!

Eileen once again gets the shoulders up and this time Silas hops onto the apron and begins screaming, BELLOWING to Caroline that it was easily a three count... Easily a three and she needs to replaced! He begins yell for Kincaid or Star to get rid of this biased officiating, which finally leads to Eileen’s manager Bobby B. Barabbas walking quietly towards Mason. Mason seems to catch sight of  Barabbas and gets up in his face, telling him that he’s ready for him this time catches the man across the jaw with a stiff right hand.

Barabbas blinks.

He then says lightly, “Exhibit A”, holding up a fist before he plunges it in Silas’s gut! The crowd is left cheering furiously as Eileen’s manager begins to beat the unholy HELL out of Silas Mason, continually punching him in the gut into he goes down. Mason can only hold his hands up in futile attempts to block as Barabbas mounts him and begins to rain fists down on him without a change of demeanor on his face! Mason’s hat has rolled away, his face is red and his arms try protecting his face but Barabbas has moved his punches from the face to the chest! The FFW Champion now has taken note of the cheering and pulls away from Eileen after getting her in a side headlock, turning Caroline around and screaming at the referee to do something about this! ...Caroline stares at Nevaeh and asks, “do something about what?” before she points out that Nevaeh has a match to wrestle, as the blonde begins yelling at her!

Zack: Silas Mason is getting the absolute crap kicked out of him by Eileen’s manager Barabbas and the AA Arena is loving every single second of it! I don’t think Silas is going to much of a problem for the rest of this match after that!

Mai: All he did was point out Caroline’s struggle with counting to three! What was so wrong with that!?

By now Barabbas has finished his ‘cross-examination’ and straightens his clothes before walking back to his side of the ring as Silas is still on the ground... With a sneer, Nevaeh turns back around to facebreaker knee smash from the Last Scion! She immediately catches two kesagiri chops, one after the next, before she flapjacks the FFW Champion upward but in a short lift, letting her land on her knees with her face racked in agony before Eileen runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing off them on a rebound and hitting a shining Kenka Kick across the blonde’s nose, busting her open slightly across the mouth and the nose! Eileen quickly hooks the leg as Dallins slides into place for the count.

Zack: STARDUST CRUSADE!!

OOONNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Nevaeh gets the shoulder up and Eileen punches the mat in fury before the Last Scion grips the blonde hair of champion’s head and pulls her upward before angrily hefting Nevaeh up as though she were going for a vertical suplex before turning out of nowhere into a rotating suplex neckbreaker and dropping the blonde on the back of her neck as she rolls around in pain! The challenger begins moving towards the blonde again with malice written all over her face. She puts a boot sole on her ankle and keeps her from rolling herself away before she puts a boot on her throat and begins to throttle her, hanging on the ropes before Amaro presses her leg against Summer’s neck, using the ropes to balance. Dallins all but screams at Eileen to get off of her before counting down again!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F--!

Amaro gets off and holds her hands up, face contorted as Nevaeh begins coughing and stands up, blood dribbling from her nose and her mouth before she leans up against the corner. She wipes her mouth but it continues to dribble freely before Eileen moves towards her, ready to continue pounding away but the referee gets between the two competitors and tells Eileen to relax a moment. Dallins drops to the champions’ level who’s still bloody from the nose and mouth and looks to be slightly out of it, struggling to breathe. Caroline plainly asks, “Summers can you continue?” Nevaeh doesn’t answer as Eileen reaches for her but Dallins stands up and tells Eileen to back off, causing the Last Scion to pace around the ring and saying to “Hurry the hell up!”

Zack: Ladies and gentlemen we’ve got a... Interesting development. I think the blood still gushing from Nevaeh’s nose and mouth has made her struggle to breathe properly and the champion is up in the corner. The referee is checking on her but Eileen wants to continue five minutes ago!

Mai: Eileen doesn’t give a crap about if Nevaeh can continue or not. Actually, she’s trying to see to it that the champion CAN’T continue.

Silas is telling Dallins that of course Nevaeh can continue and there’s no losing by referee stoppage tonight! The referee ignores him however and asks Nevaeh again, albeit with a slightly gentler tone, ‘Can you continue?’ ... This time the FFW champion nods and says ‘yes’ and Caroline nods and stands up. Silas holds out a handkerchief for The World’s Finest and cleans her up slightly, tells her to blow her nose. She gets out the congealing blood that’s making it hard for her to breathe but the second she stands up Eileen comes barreling at her, nudging the referee aside to catch her with a spinning backfist, nearly busting open her nose MORE after the fact! She only catches Nevaeh’s temple this time but it does the job of putting her down on the mat as Eileen drops down and grabs her by the ankles, dragging her outside!

Zack: Eileen wouldn’t even wait for the match to really continue and now... Now it seems like we’ve got a bad way going in this match as it goes to the outside!

Mai: Spinning backfist by Amaro after the fact and down to the ground we go!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Amaro leans Nevaeh up against the barricade, hanging the FFW Champion’s arms up against them before chops her across the chest a few times. She goes to catch her once more but out of nowhere, The World’s Finest hits her across the head with a stiff as hell forearm strike to the temple that makes Eileen drop on all fours, dizzied for a few precious seconds. At this time, Silas has remembered his bravery and begins cheering furiously for Nevaeh while Barabbas frowns at Eileen’s corner.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

As Caroline continues counting, the FFW Champion shakes it off and her face contorts into disdain for her challenger before she kicks her across the side of the head to stun her! She quickly shoves the brunette’s head between her legs and lifts her up for the powerbomb... Before she begins taking off and runs towards the turnbuckle pole, powerbombing the Last Scion’s back with fury and letting her drop off her shoulders. She immediately rolls herself into the ring, hanging her head on the ropes and spitting a glob of blood on the mat as she screams at Caroline to start counting again as Eileen was laid out on the ground. The referee looked over the ropes to see Amaro wasn’t moving and looked back at the blonde with a shake of the head before she began to make the count!

ONE! - TWO! - THREE!

FOUR! - FIVE! - SIX!

Mai: POWERBOMB TO THE TURNBUCKLE POLE!! Amaro’s back might have just gotten the shock of a lifetime! The World’s Finest is going to retain!

SEVEN! - EIGHT! - NI--!

No, Eileen doesn’t roll in.

She pulls Nevaeh out.

Zack: Eileen just jerked Nevaeh out of the ring and now they’re brawling around the squared circle going punch for punch, kick for kick!

The two women begin brawling outside as Caroline looks in disbelief as she attempts to count again, but around the six count, it looks like neither woman are even considering the ring anymore, striking each other with abandon as Nevaeh checks Eileen’s gut with a knee, only for Amaro’s head to snap back up and catch Summers under the jaw! They are pressed up nearby the fans and this seems to cause referee Dallins’ eyes to widen before she rolls out of the ring and attempts to corral them both! She tries to direct them towards the ring again but they won’t do it and a punch nearly sweeps the drink out of a fan’s hand! Caroline finally has enough and tries to physically break them up, only for the referee to get checked in the mouth, making Killer C stumble back for a second as Nevaeh and Eileen get away from the fans but are still lost in a brawl as Nevaeh grabs Eileen by the legs and drops her on the ground, trying to drop forearms on her! With a sneer, the referee rolls in the ring, wiping her mouth and motioning Maggie to come to the apron as she...

...Motions for the bell to ring.

DING! DING! DING!

This temporarily causes both the champion and challenger to stop as Caroline tells something to Maggie.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen... The referee has called decided this match will end in a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION...!

Crowd: BBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Silas’s face breaks into an unsure smile, thinking that this means Nevaeh has retained her championship but both competitors are still staring at the referee in the ring, confused at what’s happening... The referee whispers something to Maggie and she nods.

Maggie: ...Because of the nature of both competitors... The referee is restarting the match... Under NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!! THAT MATCH BEGINS... NNNNOOOOWWWW!!

...

...

...

DING! DING! DING!

Mai: ...Well. That’s one way of solving innocent bystanders in danger. Just let Nevaeh and Eileen kill each other. Nothing at all could possibly go wrong, Caroline!

The crowd changes their tune on a dime and cheers as Eileen is about to turn around only to get kicked in the gut gets her arms folded into a Double Underhook DDT before getting her head spiked into the ground with fury!

Zack: GRAND FINALE ON THE STEEL RAMP! Eileen’s down and Nevaeh’s rolling her back into the ring but... She’s not following Mai.

Nevaeh doesn’t roll back in the ring as Zack points out. Instead, the FFW Champion reaches for the steel steps to the ring and begins to pull furiously before she wrenches the thing apart and gets the top steps in her hands before dropping it. She gets the wider, bottom steps in her arms and slides it into the ring as Eileen is still laying, motionless after getting her head dropped, but her breathing is ragged. The World’s Finest huffs furiously and rolls into the ring finally before she goes right to Eileen and stomps away at the Last Scion with a sneer on her face. She gets a few more good stomps before she slides the steel steps into the center of the ring, seeming to like where she’s placed it. The Dallas crowd is booing her the entire time but she doesn’t give half a damn as she looks down at the Last Scion. Silas is heard yelling for one more Grand Finale, this time on the steel steps! Barabbas in the meantime is calling for Eileen to get herself back in the game and a verdict hasn’t been set! Nevaeh double underhooks Amaro and walks her towards the steps but...

When she attempts to fall back, Eileen’s leg hooks her own.

Nevaeh attempts it again... Eileen refuses.

Nevaeh attempts on the third time but this time The Last Scion’s head pops out and she twists the wrist grasp that the blonde has on her into a vertical suplex lift that she turns into a Jackknife Orange Crush, DROPPING Nevaeh’s entire frame across the steps. The FFW Champion lets out a silent scream, her eyes closing and body writhing as her back arches! Eileen leaves her there as she motions for Barabbas to hand her a chair... Before she unfolds it enough only to wrap it around her own forearm... The ref’s eyes go wide as Amaro reaches down and grabs the FFW champion by the wrist, pulling her up from a wrist-lock into a chair-wrapped short-arm lariat that out and out cleans Nevaeh’s clock!

CCCRRRUUUUNNNNCCCHHHHHH!!!

The World’s Finest folds up like an old wallet as Eileen pulls the chair off her arm and hugs it to herself in pain, but grim triumph written over her face as she kicks the steel steps into the corner before collapsing on top of Nevaeh, and then scrambling to cover her more before hooking the leg!

Mai: RIPTIDE WITH A CHAIR AROUND THE ARM! JESUS AMARO, WHAT WON’T YOU DO FOR THAT TITLE?!

OOONNNNNEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTTTHHHHHRRREEEEEE!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Zack: YET IT STILL ISN’T ENOUGH! A CHAIR ASSISTED LARIAT! Eileen’s getting up and she... She does not look happy.

As soon as she can physically manage it The Last Scion gets in Caroline’s face and begins screaming at her that it was three, reading the referee a riot act of her own. The camera pans on C’s fist visibly shaking but she says very tersely that it was 2.9  as Amaro jabs her in the shoulder and tells her that was a three before she turns right back on Nevaeh, reaching down to only get a vicious low blow (more like a straight haymaker between the legs), causing Amaro’s knees to buckle before Nevaeh gets right back up, pulling Eileen on her shoulders! It looks for a moment like there’s one fireman’s carry to a knee to the face, but that chair-assisted rainmaker seemed to have taken more out of her than she might have imagined... Both women are down on their knees again but Eileen reaches for Nevaeh by the hair and catches her with a palm strike! She works herself upward and Nevaeh as well and the crowd watches as she begins to drag her towards the corner... Looking for that Victory Star Drop... In the same corner where the steel steps have been sitting! She forces Nevaeh up on the second rope but the FFW Champion springs off of it to catch Eileen with an enzuigiri as both women roll away from the corner. With the last vestiges of energy, Nevaeh powers her up on her shoulders and a second later Eileen catches a knee to the jaw before the World’s Finest collapses on top of her.

Mai: THE MAKEOVER! KEYWORD... OVER!!

OOONNNNNEEEE!!

...

TTTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTTTHHHHHRRREEEEEE!!

...

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Maggie: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND STILL FEMME FATALE WRESTLING CHAMPION... “THE WORLD’S FINEST”... NEVAEH SUMMERS!

Zack: It’s... It’s over Mai. Finally. Thankfully it’s over. After all the bloodshed and all the anguish and the pain... Nevaeh Summers once again emerges still champion.

Mai: I applaud our champion but Zack... Eileen fought tooth and nail and I would stand up and applaud her. She was merciless but in the end... Well, Nevaeh was just a bit more relentless. Also I have to admit, Caroline was as fair as possible in this match.

As “Yellow Flicker Beat” plays throughout a worn out arena, with a small sigh Caroline motions for Maggie to hand her the FFW Championship. She walks over to Nevaeh and goes to hold up her hand before Silas, now in ring tells C to damn well raise his hand too! ...Caroline out and out ignores him, handing Nevaeh her title and then raising her hand before shaking her head. Silas applauds his champion with glee as they begin to take their leave just as Barabbas begins to check on his client.

Caroline then goes over to a groggy Eileen, offering her a hand up as Amaro looks up at her best friend. The Last Scion takes her arm and lets the referee pull her up...

...Only to jerk her forward straight into a lariat! Killer C folds up, dropping on her head as the crowd boos angrily and Silas and Nevaeh look back, both in surprise. As the crowd continues booing Eileen, the woman who would call herself “Professional Wrestling” has a blank look on her face. So swelling with emotions she’s literally drawing a blank as Bobby B. Barabbas steps over Caroline to put a hand on Amaro’s shoulder and lead her out of the ring.

Zack: One more RIPTIDE for the road and this time on her best friend... This loss has hit Eileen hard, Mai...

Mai: It hit Caroline harder! Ah well, Nevaeh’s still champion and this all turned out better than I could have hoped!

Zack: Ladies and gentlemen that’s it for us from Dallas and we’ll be getting to the bottom of all this and more. Many new champions, but so much more to unfurl as we begin the road to Unstoppable! Thank you and good night!

The last image is one of Nevaeh Summers watching the ring, with the FFW Championship cradled against her.

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