FFW Velocity - May 25, 2017

[Adam Grant]

Live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California
May 25, 2017

Fireworks erupt into the night sky as the FFW logo starts to form in the darkness. From there, the sound of tires burning rubber as it tears down a freeway with a woman driving the car. “Shine” by the Heavy Young Heathens plays on the radio. She glances up into the rearview mirror, where we see Caroline Dallins raising the FFW Championship in the reflection, the BSX standing tall at Unstoppable with the Unity titles, Leona hitting her gutbuster finisher to a pop, Valerie & Erica high five one another in the ring, and Kassidy shaking the ropes to a roar from the crowd.

The car barrels down the freeway picking up speed as the woman glances down to mirror outside her door. There we see Misty Whitmore waving someone forward as she stands in the ring, Nevaeh Summers performing her Best Moonsault Ever, Ascension standing over a fallen opponent with Valentina smiling as Isis stands stoic beside her, Legs & Arse charging towards the ring, Sunny looking over at a very excited Qilin, Eileen Amaro pounding the mat in a fury and finally Savannah Taylor looking at her Ace of Spades card.

The woman driving presses the gas harder as the speedometer needle looks like it’s bouncing on the right side of the meter before the Velocity logo appears on the screen. From there, we head inside the home arena for FFW as the usual pyro erupts with the crowd making tremendous noise.

Zack: Ladies and gentlemen, FFW has come home here to the beautiful Staples Center in the City of Angels! Welcome to Velocity, and what promises to be a very memorable night with a Falls Count Anywhere match for the FFW Ultraviolence Championship on the line when Emma MacNamara of Chaotic Temptation defends against Riley Riot! Zack here, and I’m joined by Mai Hotaru as usual!

Mai: Call it like it is, Zack. Emma Mac will successfully defend against Riley. Putting Emma through a table is one thing, but putting her shoulders down is entirely another! I don’t think Riley has what it takes to make that happen.

Zack: You’re entitled to that opinion, and we’ll see if you’re right. Also tonight, it’s the long awaited return of Leah and Lizzy! The Pistols are in the house! And they were chanting for them before we came on the air!

Mai: Who asked them to be here? I just like looking at them, it’s totally find if I don’t have to hear their voices...especially Lizzy!

We pan around the Staples Center, observing the sold out crowd for a moment when “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde begins to play and the boos start to be heard as Nevaeh Summers and Silas Mason make their way out. Nevaeh is dressed in a “Poisoned By Ivy” tracksuit and while looking lovely her face sports a look of contempt on it. Silas also shares the facial expression it as he comes out in his customary suit and cowboy hat.
 
Neither pay attention to the boos they are getting as they quickly make their way down to the ring. The boos are not letting up as they get into the ring and Silas demands a microphone from Maggie Rourke. He snatches it out of her hand before looking out to the mass that is currently filling up Staples Center.
 
Silas and Nevaeh are looking out at them with disdain. Silas raises the microphone up to his mouth to speak when a very loud chant starts to pick up
 
“You Tapped Out- You Tapped Out – You Tapped Out”
 
Silas became more annoyed as he turned and looked at Nevaeh, who now shifted her eyes down to the mat. Silas shook his head as he looked out to the crowd. He now began to walk towards the ropes and laid his forearms on it. The fans were still chanting loudly as we saw Nevaeh close her eyes and take a deep breath. Silas remained staring out at the people, leaning on the ropes at this point.
 
He let this go on for a moment longer till he raised the mic to his mouth
 
Silas: Ya think yer funny don't ya?
 
The crowd responded with loud cheering before transitioning to an actual “Yes” chant. It spread across the building as Nevaeh stood there smoldering. Silas himself stared out at the fans and spoke back up once the crowd began to die down some.
 
Silas: How wonderful. Glad ya get a kick out of telling me and my client that she tapped out. Like the result of that match was some wonderful moment in history. What that night set off was a horrible chain reaction of events that has shown this companies willingness ta keep Nevaeh Summers away from the main event of Unstoppable and the chance ta regain the FFW title. Yeah that's real great ta cheer.
 
That only did lead to more cheers from the crowd. Nevaeh looked up and shook her head. Silas though stood there leaning on the ropes with a sarcastic smirk on his face
 
Silas: Oh yer all so damn funny. A real hoot. Just want ta cheer all our misfortune? Tell me where ya cheering when Nevaeh kicked Jo McFarlane's ass this past Saturday night, huh?
 
This lead to loud boos now as Silas nodded his head. He gestured to the fans, some shouting as loud as they could at him.
 
Silas: Why ya all mad all of a sudden? Yeah it ain't all fun and games now is it for ya? But it sure as hell is for me and Baby Peach here. We told ya what we were comin' ta do at Breaking Point. We let the whole world know what was ta transpire. We showed up to Breaking Point ta send a message ta Jo, ta this company, ta the entire roster, all ya idiots out there that NOBODY deserves that Unstoppable main event spot more then Nevaeh Summers. And we did exactly that! We beat that redhead so bad you'd think we were Delta employees.
 
The crowd groaned at the comment but Silas had no care as he carried on.
 
Silas: Jo indeed paid for the sins of her bestie and this company. We made an example out of her and showed that YES Nevaeh Summers is cream of this crop. That NOBODY deserves a FFW title match more than she does. The rightful woman to the throne deserves her rematch dammit.
 
Nevaeh adamantly nodded her head and mouthed the words “Yes I do” while the crowd remained booing. Silas now stood upright, shrugging his shoulders.
 
Silas: Yet here we are, with no title match at Unstoppable. This company seems ta be adamant on not doing the right thing for business. Instead Jo is still scheduled for the main event against dear ol' Caroline. Favoritism is an ugly thing people, yet all of you turn a blind eye and act like all is right in FFW. For shame on all of ya. For shame for going along with this sham. Nevaeh is the rightful contender. That is ta be her spot. The whole world saw that. The main event of Unstoppable is where she deserves ta be. Challenging for the title is the match she should be having at the biggest show of the year. Nevaeh Summers should be FFW Champion.
 
Silas was irritated as he paused. It only seemed to grow worse by the second, the tone in his voice filled with disgust as he spoke back up.
 
Silas: Not having ta deal with some obnoxious little girl who has the goal of wanting ta prove she belongs in the FFW Championship division.
 
Nevaeh softly shook her head while Silas rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them up and just stared off at the upper deck of the arena.
 
Silas: Why oh why oh why do ya do this Leona Vega? Why must you always go about making these ludicrous decrees of yours? Why, of all the things ya could do in yer career ta prove yerself, must ya challenge Nevaeh Summers ta a match, a woman ya can't beat? That is not a smart idea little girl, but I never associated “smart” and “Leona Vega” together. That's like saying the Lakers are gonna be relevant again next year. That's just flat out dumb and all of you who actually root for them are even dumber.
 
This drew an even louder ire from the Los Angeles crowd as Silas continued on.
 
Silas: Leona Vega threw out a challenge ta us for Unstoppable as if she was doing us a favor. She has this notion that she thinks beating Nevaeh instantly solidifies her in this division. She made noise about wanting to put down Nevaeh so she could move forward and truly reach the levels she wants ta.
 
Silas now stood upright and stared at the camera. He glared at it for several moments before turning and walking back and stood next to Nevaeh, staring at the side of her face, as she stared forward at the fans.
 
Silas: Leona said we're not in the title match at Unstoppable because we failed previously when we had our chance. She's making this challenge ta help Nevaeh be a part of Unstoppable.
 
Nevaeh looked to be getting very upset hearing that comment. Her body began to tense up as Silas remained staring at her as he spoke up once more
 
Silas: What a lovely gesture Leona and ya know fighting Nevaeh Summers and beating her at Unstoppable would put ya on the map. It put anybody on the map, but ya seem ta not be realizing an important key here ya irritating piece of gutter trash. That doing all of that helps you, but what does it do for us?
 
Silas shook his head as he turned and stared back at the camera. Nevaeh was in the background stewing.
 
Silas: It doesn't do anything for us Leona. We've already proven that we are superior ta ya. There's nothing left for us ta prove by beating ya for a fourth time and rest assured chica we would beat ya a fourth time. Besides we know where we belong on that Unstoppable card. It's the main event challenging for the title. Not dealing with you. Ya want ta talk about us being “above average”?
 
Silas raised an eyebrow towards the camera while Nevaeh just kept staring straight ahead, the traps in her neck visibly showing. She seemed to be trying to contain herself as this kept moving on.
 
Silas: Above average doesn't put together the run we have. Ya might of went four hundred and forty-seven days as a champion, but everybody knows who beat yer ass when it mattered the most ya annoying little runt. Nevaeh Summers is The Finest wrestler in the world today. Like ya said yer trying ta achieve what she already has. You don't have any right challenging us ta a match at Unstoppable. The only match Nevaeh Summers will fight at Unstoppable is for the FFW Championship. If she ain't getting that then she ain't fighting at all.
 
Nevaeh looked very annoyed at the moment as she looked around the arena. Her hands seemed to be forming into fists before looking around her. Silas now leaned over slightly as he stared at the camera.
 
Silas: In simpler words for you Leona and all these other idiots here tonight the answer ta yer challenge is NO! We're not fighting ya at Unstoppable because it's not what we deserve and ya don't deserve it either. Ya want ta prove yerself find somebody else because ya don't rank ta speak ta us let alone challenge us. And understand Leona by not accepting yer challenge it's us actually doing ya a favor. Ya might be able ta make something of yerself in this division by fighting everyone else. That's yer best option. Be smart for once in yer life and stay as far away from us as possible. You do not want anymore of this.
 
Nevaeh just kept staring straight ahead as the crowd booed both her and Silas out of the building. Silas remained resolute as he stood back upright.
 
Silas: Heed my words Leona and FFW. If this is how ya want it then that’s the way it shall be. Yer not gonna mooch of Nevaeh if she ain’t gonna be given what she rightly deserves. And Leona good luck darling, ya sure as hell gonna need it
 
Silas now flipped the microphone in defiance as it made a loud static thud upon hitting the mat. He made his way back to Nevaeh as they looked at one another and gave each other a nod. They exited the ring and made their way up the ramp, both looking stern as they did. From there, Velocity heads to a commercial break.






Maggie: The following contest is set for one fall!
 
Zack: It’s rematch time! Coming up now is the currently undefeated Sophia Pike, who is taking on Lily-Rose in a battle of the reboot graduates, and as I just said, a rematch which comes from Relentless of this year! And for this, I have my favourite broadcast partner back! But don’t tell Mai I said that.
 
Erica: ...Zack, you just said it on global television. I think she might know you just said that. But yes, two people here with something to prove against, either against the other or just to the world at large.
 
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 came up short and arguably unlucky against Sophia the last time they faced, and far as I’ve been able to gather, she’s pretty determined to amend that problem.
 
Erica: I wouldn’t say so much that Lily has been unlucky in this match before today, I would actually make the argument that she’s been unlucky her whole time on the main roster...which, all things considered, was not a good sign. But there’s the breaks.
 
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 next, 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 comes into this match undefeated, having made five people for five tap, which is no mean feat in itself! Not only will she be looking to beat Lily-Rose a second time but she’ll be looking to really prove herself in the No Surrender division.
 
Erica: All things considered Zack, I think she might already be there. She’s taken out Lily, who’s been there for months, and Vanessa, who was until recently the number one contender to said No Surrender Championship.
 
As the bell as called, Sophia leans off the turnbuckle and eyes Lily, who is making tracks towards her. The brunette moves, and as they get closer, Sophia reminds her of what happened at Relentless and tells her that it’s about to happen again. Lily shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything. This causes Sophia to smirk, and ask if Lily is scared. This time she gets a rather defiant “no” in answer. Sophia raises an eyebrow, then raises her hand to the MMA artist for a test of strength. Despite her better judgement (and the fans), Lily takes the hand and pulls into the grapple, but as she does she is met with a swift boot to her stomach thanks to the more recent graduate, which sees her doubling up and Sophia taking her to the mat with an elbow to the back of the neck.
 
Erica: That was a terrible, terribly mistake on Lily’s part. Women like Sophia are crafty and you’d think that after all these years of tapes and everything else, she’d know by now not to trust that kind of thing.
 
Zack: It was worth a try, certainly as Lily does have the height advantage over Sophia. It’s not a great advantage but it’s something. Unfortunate in any case.
 
Lily puts a hand on the mat to stop herself from landing face first, but forgets about her other hand which sees Sophia grab it and pull her down, attempting to lock in an armbar. However Lily breaks out of the potential hold before it can become a hold and pushes to her feet just as Sophia is doing the same. The brunette then goes for a clothesline, which Lily ducks, spinning around but catching one anyway as she turns around and right into Sophia’s waiting arm. As the blonde gets to her feet, she is “helped” up by Sophia who then elbows her in the temple, which sends her staggering a couple of steps. She doesn’t quite get out of Sophia’s reach however at the brunette grabs her by the chin and drops her back across her knee. Lily rolls off Sophia’s back, rubbing it gently while Sophia stands, stomping on the Fighting Rose’s back before she has a chance to get to her feet.
 
Zack: This match has been all Sophia, and you can see the effect it’s having on the Fighting Rose already.
 
Erica: Lily really, really needs to take a proper look at herself if she wants to have a chance in this match, and bloody quickly too.
 
Lily keeps making an effort to get back to her feet, but is being greeted by kicks and more kicks by Sophia, a drill that continues until Lily finds a safe haven on the ropes, using the bottom rope as leverage to push back up. Sophia doesn’t give the referee the pleasure of starting a 5-count before opening the distance between them, only to dash towards the Fighting Rose and connecting with a shotgun dropkick that sends the blonde into the corner turnbuckles. Sophia then mounts on the bottom rope and starts pounding Lily’s head in like a drum with her scraping forearms, forcing the referee to count her out. This time, Sophia makes full use of the 5-count, mocking the referee as she strikes Lily’s head in sync with the count, letting go at a solid 5. As she’s being admonished, Sophia goes for the well again, hopping onto the bottom rope and scraping Lily’s face with her arm. This time however, instead of getting out of the corner on her own terms, Sophia is caught by Lily as the blonde lifts her in the air and then slams her into the mat like one drops a sack of bricks. Sophia quickly bounces back to her feet, but Lily quickly jumps for her neck and drags her down to the mat, nailing her head into the canvas with a textbook DDT.
 
Erica: Like I said, she needs to do it quickly! There it is and Lily has found herself back in the game, and not a moment too soon!
 
Zack: That was not quite how Sophia imagined any of that going, but all credit to Lily for the creative way out of what was otherwise a very tricky situation.
 
Sophia folds up as she hits the deck, but moves slowly as Lily stalks her. Finally, Sophia pulls herself to all fours, but that was for naught as Lily charged at her and damn near took her head off with a punt! Or...would have done, if it wasn’t for Sophia’s awareness of what was going on and taking Lily down again with a thunderous shoulder tackle!
 
Erica: Well, that advantage didn’t last very long, did it?
 
Zack: That was...certainly unexpected. And very agile on Sophia’s part.
 
Lily went down again...and didn’t move. Fisk was quick to check on her, while Sophia watched with a grin on her face. She stepped back before taking another run, this time dropping to the mat and catching the first graduate in the midsection with a baseball slide that almost took her out of the ring. Fisk told Sophia off again, and the Washington native bew it off before heading back to Lily, where she picked her up and basically carried her into a corner, where the blonde slumped, basically lifeless against the buckles. Once again looking for a run, Sophia took off, looking for a running knee strike...but Lily suddenly came to life and dropped to the mat, and all Sophia’s knee caught was the ring post! The Siren’s face said it all as the bone and steel collided, and she seemed pretty much frozen to the spot.
 
Zack: Lily might just have been goldbricking there! She needs to be on her toes and this is the best way of going about it.
 
Erica: What, trapping someone the better part of a stone heavier than you atop turnbuckles? Yeah sure, I guess.
 
Rolling away from under Sophia, Lily bounced back to her feet, catching the Siren by the waist and removing her from the corner, only to arch backwards and smash Sophia into the mat with a German suplex. Getting up to her feet, Lily walked around Sophia and caught her in a gutwrench clutch, dumping her overhead and to the mat again with another suplex. Lifting Sophia up one more time, Lily then whipped her opponent to the far ropes, and waited for her to come back. Whatever she had in mind did not happen though, as Sophia struck her with an European uppercut to the jaw that rocked her balance a little bit. Going for the ropes again, this time on her own terms, Sophia built up her momentum and came back for a lariat… Except Lily picked her up and threw her upwards, only to smash her into the mat with a powerbomb! After that, as Sophia’s legs flew up, Lily bridged her for a cover!
 
Erica: What a set by Lily, who has definitely found her feet in this match!
 
ONE!
 
TWO-- NO!
 
Zack: Found her feet she has, but it wasn’t enough to keep her down.
 
Sophia kicked out of the cover, rolling to her stomach and staring a hole into Lily, who was back on her feet. The brunette went for a run up at her, but Sophia sidestepped her and watched as Sophia forced herself to stop, turn around and take a boot to the face from the FIghting Rose. Sophia went down and landed on her backside, and Sophia took that moment to take the ropes behind them and plant a shining wizard into her back, which caused Sophia’s face to tense up in pain and fall slightly to the side. Taking Sophia by the head this time, she forced the brunette to her back and attempted to lock in a boston crab, but this was thwarted by Sophia doing everything in her power to make sure she didn’t get a good enough grip of her legs and forced Sophia to abandon the hold. So instead Lily took a leaf out of her opponent’s playbook and dropped a knee onto her back, forcing her down. For a moment, she thought about going for the crab again, but ultimately decided against it and moved to Sophia’s head, where she pulled her up just enough that she could execute a facebreaker on her.
 
Zack: Lily is doing quite the job of keeping control here, and that’s something she’s going to need to do if she wants to make this a drawn series of one apiece.
 
Erica: She do, she do. A win here is also going to put Lily back in the conversation for the No Surrender, so I’d like to think she’s thinking about that too.
 
As a response to the earlier ground assault, Lily made a point to hinder Sophia’s recovery as much as she could, dropping a series of knees onto her inside arm and ribcage. Out of pure improvisation though, Sophia rolled over instead of getting up, trying to grab Lily by the legs to trip her. It almost worked, as the Fighting Rose struggled to balance, but managed to get one foot free, establishing her balance base once again, and then proceeding to strike Sophia with a spin kick to the side of the head. With Sophia thwarted, Lily got her base back, as the Siren rolled over to the ropes for leverage. Lily made a beeline to Sophia as the Seattle native came to her knees, but Sophia shoved her away with a shoulder block to the stomach. Lily bowed ever so softly, and Pike nailed her with a superkick to the jaw that sent her staggering to the center of the ring.
 
Erica: ...I’m not sure if I thought that was going to end as Lily wanted it to or not. There was definitely a moment where it could have gone either way.
 
Zack: Indubitably, Erica. This match is definitely anyone’s game, but right now I’d give the advantage to Lily.
 
Sophia took full advantage of Lily’s being stranded and took her down with a low dropkick. It was then that she grabbed Lily by the ankle and dropped it again with a dragon screw leg whip, but didn’t hold for the submission. Just for good measure, she did it to the other leg too. Going behind Lily then, she dropped both of her fists into both of Lily’s legs, and as she pushed herself to all fours, did it a second time and this time Lily’s face twisted in pain. She then pulled Lily up, watching as she found it difficult to stand and whacked her with an uppercut that knocked her back down, purely because of the pain in her legs. She then took Lily’s leg and wrapped around just enough that she could drop a knee in the back of Lily’s. With a grin,, and a look around her, Sophia dropped onto Lily’s leg another knee drop and this time locked in the Haas of Pain submission.
 
Zack: And there’s Queen Anne’s Revenge! She’s ended matches with this before, so you can bet she’ll be looking to do it again!
 
Erica: That’s if Lily gives her the time of day to do so. Also, I wouldn’t mind knowing why Queen Anne. But that’s an aside I’m not actually going to ask.
 
For what seemed to be a small eternity, Sophia screamed into Lily’s ear to tap out, as she pulled her foot backwards as hard as she could. Lily could only see one way out of the submission hold, seeing as she was still a bit far away from the ropes: planting her hands on the mat, Lily pushed upwards, bringing herself to a crooked handstand before coming down onto Sophia with a leg drop!
 
Erica: Well that’s one way to get out of there!
 
Zack: If it works, we don’t question it! Those are the rules! ...So long as it’s legal, anyway.
 
Rolling away from Sophia, Lily favored the back of her left knee as she made an effort to get up. Once on her feet, Lily watched as Sophia pushed to her feet as well, rushing towards her opponent to catch her with a lariat. However, Sophia ducked and delivered a spiked heel kick to Lily’s stomach, folding the blonde something nasty! As Lily bowed in pain, Sophia made a point to flip her the double bird before hovering around her and grabbing her arm, sitting on her back and bringing her down to the mat, connecting the seated Fujiwara armbar!
 
Zack: And there’s the Space Needle! Sophia’s got her weight on Lily’s back and she’s dead centre of the ring!
 
Erica: Nowhere to go, not unless Lily can come up with something amazing right now!
 
Lily struggles as much as she can trying to reach for the ropes with her other arm, but Sophia starts yanking back on the trapped arm, splitting the fingers apart trying to dislocate them as she screamed. The fighting Rose then had no choice but to tap out, and she tapped until well after the closing bells seeing as Sophia wouldn’t let go, which she only did after being threatened with a 5-count that would reverse the result of the match. From there, all she did was roll back to her knees, laughing, and tell the referee to raise her hand.
 
Maggie: The winner of this match, via submission… SOPHIA! PIKE!!!
 
Zack: Sophia walked in here with a completely different attitude to how this match has actually turned out. Hopefully this is enough to put Lily back in the conversation, or at least enough to maybe make it a thing.
 
Erica: Maybe it has, but at this point Lily’s had so many chances I’d be surprised if that was the case. And no matter what way we look at this, the streak is carrying on.
 











Atomic Pride

The familiar pair of Carson Black and one half of the Burning Star Express in the form of Kaoru Asaka are shown standing in the back with the Velocity speedometer logo behind them, seemingly awaiting someone.
 
Carson: Before Mr. Kincaid gets here, I’d like to publicly congratulate a woman to my right who made history this past Saturday night at Breaking Point by being the first Fast Track Champion to complete 4 defenses in a row to earn the prize! Miss Asaka here has proven, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that a whole is only as good as the sum of it’s parts. And she has proven without question that she is far more than merely a tag team specialist!
 
Kaoru: Not that being a Tag Team specialist is a bad thing, despite what some would tell you. But thank you Carson, that’s quite the introduction. It was quite the task to get there, but it would have been even harder without the great support behind me from you, and Andi, and my friends, and a whole lot of people like those out here in Los Angeles tonight!
 
A wonderfully cheap pop eminates from the fans in attendance at the Staples Center.
 
Carson: Quite the calendar year for you, ending the streak of the Show at Unstoppable last year with Miss Takata. Being inducted into the Hall of Fame this year, capturing and successfully defending the Fast Track Championship 4 times in succession! And apparently a new t-shirt in the works sent to me by Miss Takata. I took the liberty of distributing one or two.
 
Carson gestures towards a PA, waving him over to show a picture of a bikini clad Kaoru bent over with the words “This Ass-aka Don’t Stoppa!” across the top.
 
Carson: Not a design choice I’d have suggested, but Miss Takata felt it would be quite the hot item for your fans.
 
Kaoru: It’s the highs and lows all in the span of about 10 seconds. That shirt… just… can we not have these? Maybe bury them next to the E.T. Atari cartridges out in the desert. Maybe put the designer in the hole too. Not to bury her, but just to give her something to think about.
 
Kaoru facepalms, before looking back up at the PA.
 
Kaoru: With all due respect, please never show that on camera again?
 
Kaoru shakes her head some more, baffled as to why these shirts exist at all.
 
Kaoru: It has been a pretty great run since Unstoppable 7. There weren’t many stumbles along the way either, minus some run-ins with our new best friends in the Brazilian Storm.
 
The mention of Salvador & Avilo gets a strongly unfavorable reaction from the people in response.
Kaoru: But if there’s anything we’re good at, it’s picking up the pieces, just like I was able to pick up those four pieces that go on this title…
 
Kaoru proudly holds up the Fast Track championship belt, all 4 magnetic pieces in place, the prize complete.
 
Kaoru: Hall of Fame, a great Unity title run and looking to make it two, and now this… my first singles title. I have to admit I’m a little sad to see it go.
 
As Cody approaches and sees the PA leaving, he takes a look at the shirt for a moment and then joins the two.
 
Cody: That looks like the one Andi sent me, except it said “Bad Moon Rising” on the front.
 
Kaoru: There’s more than one?! Why? Ugh…. Hi, Cody. I guess it’s time to hand this over to you.
 
Asaka hesitates a little bit, taking one last, long long at the championship.
 
Kaoru: It was an honor to win this. It was an honor to defend it. And now, Cody, it’s an honor to be able to hand this to you, at the end of the Fast Track.
 
Kaoru holds out the title belt to Cody, presenting it to him with her arms underneath it. The COO lifts it up, and folds it under his arm as he listens to her continue.
 
Kaoru: It’s time to evolve.
 
Cody: You’ve made history, which isn’t something new for you or your partner. Either way, you will be the next mandatory challenger for the Evolution Championship after Unstoppable facing either Steph or Eileen for it. I’d have added you to their match, but you do have other commitments that night. Congratulations, Kaoru.
 
Carson: That she does, and I assure you she will be ready after Unstoppable for either one of those two ladies. I couldn’t be prouder of Miss Asaka.
 
Kaoru: Both Stephanie and Eileen are tough opponents, and really, being on the other side of the ring from either one of them is going to be quite a challenge, both for different reasons. Whoever it is, like Carson says, I’ll be ready and waiting for them. I’ll do my very best to make good on the opportunity this title has given me, and repay the good faith that everyone put behind me to help me get this far. And if anyone thinks they can stop me from taking that next step, well…. I’ve got a Nuke to drop on their heads. Time for everyone to Behold Atom’s Glow, and behold the Evolution of Kaoru Asaka.
 
After Kaoru does a simple pose for the camera, a graphic advertising the Evolution Championship match for Unstoppable 8 is shown before we head to commercial.

[Adam Grant]

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

Maggie: Introducing first, From Porto Alegre, Brazil... she is one half of the FFW Unity Tag Team Champions...The "Typhoon"... BIANCA SALVADOR!

Step by step, Bianca treks down the entrance ramp ignoring the booing fans, eventually getting out of the wind zone so she can adjust her hair right before rolling into the ring. Once there, she climbs a turnbuckle and just stares at the booing audience, shaking her head at their negative reception before jumping back down to the mat and finally smiling upon meeting her opponent for the night.
 
Zack: Just five days ago, Bianca had the chance to take the Fast Track championship away from Kaoru and to prevent her from getting her fourth defence. You can guarantee that will still be in mind for her tonight, whether that will work against her or in her favour is still yet to be seen.
 
Mai: She was robbed, Zack! Robbed!
 
The lights shut off as the arena is hit with a eerie silence and chorus of voices rings out through the speakers.
 
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
Cut it!!
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
 
Cut the Cord by Shinedown rips through the speakers as the lights flicker. Sylvia Crowley steps out, hands running through her hair and yanking on her long locks as she laughs to herself. Sylvia takes a moment to revel in the sounds of the crowd before cackling as fire erupts from either side of her with a deafening BOOM!
 
Maggie: Hailing from Irvington, Kentucky by way of Berlin, Germany.... Weighing in at 128lbs......this is Sylvia Crowley!!
 
Let me tell you, I'm vicious!
Not pass-aggressive!
I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I'ma get it!
And I'm a savage!
It's automatic!
I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static!
 
Sylvia giggled and licked her lips, grinning like a maniac before making her way down the ramp. Randomly she stops mid ramp and looks up, literally barking and then laughing at nothing caught by the cameras before suddenly rushing the ring and rolling in.
 
I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord!
 
Sylva crawls to the nearest corner and sits against the turnbuckle, playing with her hair and chomping her teeth as her head tilts with an unsettling grin.
 
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me) Cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom...)
 
Zack: Although not quite as fresh in the mind, Sylvia also contributed to Kaoru’s four defences when she took her on back in April for the Fast Track Championship. Although she still managed to leave her mark on the champion that night...teeth mark that is!
 
Mai: There’s nobody that can say that Sylvia doesn’t sink her teeth into any challenge that is put in front of her!
 
Zack: I don’t think that saying is supposed to be taken quite so literally.
 
As Maggie exits the ring, Referee Malcolm Parks checks both women for anything untoward. Finding nothing he calls for the bell to get the match underway. Both women make their way to the centre of the ring and circle each other slowly, Bianca with a blank expression as she sizes up the woman in front of her, while Sylvia grins and starts to laugh. Neither seem keen to make the first move as they continue to circle in a cat and mouse fashion. Suddenly Sylvia takes a step towards Bianca, and the former Future Shock Champion instinctively makes to block whatever is coming but Sylvia just steps back and starts to laugh again. The two start to circle again, until Sylvia lunges towards Bianca. Bianca again prepares to block but again Sylvia just steps back and laughs, taunting the blonde. Sylvia makes a move towards Bianca for a third time. Rather than try to block this time….SLAP! Bianca slaps Sylvia across the face, whipping the brunettes head to the side and wiping the grin from her face. Sylvia raises her hand to her face and turns back to face Bianca. Salvador moves quickly and grabs Sylvia’s arm that isn’t raised to her face and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. Keeping her hold she pulls her back to her feet for a second go at it, before letting her crumple to the canvas.
 
Zack: Sylvia wants to taunt Bianca but it is backfiring on her. Bianca took it for so long, but there is only so long that will work before frustration hits.
 
Mai: I think you’ll find that was Bianca hitting her not frustration, Zack!
 
Zack: I meant…..nevermind.
 
Sylvia gets straight back up to her feet and as she does her grin reappears, which frustrates Bianca enough to drag her straight back into another short-arm clothesline. The second the brunette hits the canvas, Bianca pulls her back up into a second one...and a third….and a fourth, before releasing her grip.
 
Mai: It’s a pity it’s not laundry day in FFW with all these clotheslines!
Bianca turns her back to Sylvia to give a bow to the Staples Center crowd, who react less than favourably towards the blonde. While Bianca bows again to the crowd, Sylvia gets back to her feet and quietly sneaks up behind her. But not quietly enough it would appear as Bianca reaches back quickly and grabs the brunette by the head to flip her over her shoulder and plant her on the canvas. She throws her arm straight over Sylvia for the cover and Parks drop into position beside them.
 
Zack: Sylvia was trying to catch Bianca unawares but she was far to alert for that and we have the first cover of this match!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Sylvia kicks out before Parks completes the two and launches herself straight on top of Bianca, knocking the blonde on to her back. Before Bianca can really register what has happened, Sylvia grabs hold of her hair with her left hand and starts firing right hands into the side of her head.  
 
Mai: Am I the only one that enjoys watching the girls mount each other for a good old fashioned pounding?
 
Zack: Sylvia has gone for retaliation in the form of mounted punches to Bianca’s head. I don’t think she liked Bianca attempting to pin her very much.
 
Bianca starts to fight back and clocks Sylvia in the jaw with a stiff right. Sylvia’s head snaps to the side from the impact but when she turns back to look down at Bianca she has a grin on her face. Bianca throws another right towards her jaw, but Sylvia catches her hand and sinks her teeth straight into it, causing Bianca to yell out loudly. As Parks gives Sylvia a telling off and warning her not to bite, Bianca shoves her palms into the brunette’s chest and pushes her roughly backwards. Sylvia uses the momentum to roll back up to her feet and laughs as Bianca looks at the bite mark on her hand with a scowl. As Salvador starts to pull herself up to her feet, Sylvia runs to the ropes and as soon as Bianca reaches a vertical base, Sylvia uses the second rope to springboard off and straight into a hurricanrana which plants the blonde back on the canvas. Sylvia attempts to go for a cover but before she can Bianca pushes her away and rolls back to her feet.
 
Zack: A nice hurricanrana from Sylvia but Bianca was far to fired up after that bite to stay down even long enough for the referee to get into position. I’m not sure what exactly Sylvia was hoping to get from that bite, but I’m guessing it wasn’t a kickout before the count even started!
 
Mai: She was probably just hungry.
 
Grinning yet again, Sylvia pushes up to her knees, only to be yanked back up to her feet from behind. Bianca puts Sylvia into a half nelson and despite the brunette’s struggles, she goes on to lock in a cobra clutch. Sylvia immediately starts gasping for air and trying to claw at Bianca’s arms and hands. The blonde shouts out but keeps her grip and if anything tightens it even more. Parks asks Sylvia if she wants to submit but she answers negatively and continues to claw at Bianca’s hands.  
 
Mai: Cobra clutch with claws added free!
 
Zack: How Bianca is managing to keep her hold with the way Sylvia is tearing at her hands and arms is almost amazing. That has to be hurting her.
 
Suddenly Sylvia stops clawing which catches Bianca slightly off guard, but she keeps her hold tight. Still gasping for breath Sylvia starts bending forwards then stands back, then bends forwards again...trying to get momentum up to lift Bianca off of her feet and force her to break the hold, but Bianca plants her feet firmly. All Sylvia manages today is choke herself even more as Bianca keeps her balance and her hold.  Parks ask for a second time if Sylvia wants to give up but she shouts no at him and bends forward again, out of the eyeline of Parks, Sylvia bites down onto Bianca’s arm. The blonde screams but keeps her hold tight and Parks looks to see what has made her shout out like that, but Sylvia has already stopped biting, so he sees nothing.  
 
Zack: Sylvia is determined not to give in and is trying everything from clawing to biting to get Bianca to release that hold.
 
Mai: She’s like a wild animal, it’s great! I wonder if she…
 
Zack: I don’t think you should continue whatever you are wondering out loud, Mai.
 
Starting to fade, Parks asks for a third time if Sylvia wants to give in, but rather than answer she desperately starts firing her head backwards with no real aim. As much by luck as anything she manages to find a sweet spot and connects the back of her head square with Bianca’s nose. Bianca’s eyes start to water and she instinctively releases her grip to cup her hands to her face. With the hold broken Sylvia staggers forwards to the ropes and leans slumps forwards against them gasping still as she tries to get her breath back.
 
Zack: That’s one way to break a Cobra clutch. Bianca can’t see with those tears in her eyes. She’ll be lucky if that didn’t break her nose.
 
Bianca pulls her hands away and seeing no blood, starts to scowl at Sylvia. Even though Sylvia has her back to her and can’t see it. Making quick strides towards her, Bianca pulls her back away from the ropes and hooks her into position for a Tiger Suplex which she bridges for a pin. Parks drops down into position and starts the count.
 
Mai: It will take more than that to break The Typhoon’s nose! Hello kitty we have a Tiger Suplex.
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!
 
Sylvia manages to break the pin before the three and Bianca storms to her feet checking with the referee and insisting it was three. Parks just shakes his head at her and confirms it was only two.
 
Zack: Bianca is starting to get frustrated now, Sylvia just refuses to stay down and on the back of her breaking the Cobra clutch hold it’s quite understandable that Bianca is wondering just what she needs to do.
 
While Bianca finishes her lecture of how Parks needs to count faster, Sylvia tip toes up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. The blonde spins around and staggers back as she’s met with a headbutt from a giggling Sylvia straight to her nose again. Automatically she raises her hands to her nose again, but Sylvia grabs one of her arms and whips her across to the corner. Bianca hits the corner back first and before she can gather herself to come back out Sylvia follows her in and starts to fire knees into her abdomen, forcing the blonde to bend double. As she starts to straighten back up, Sylvia hooks her around the head and delivers a running bulldog to plant her on the canvas.  
 
Mai: Bianca’s poor nose! Two hits to it and then planted on it with bulldog. Do we have the number of a plastic surgeon on hand? She may need it if this carries on!
 
Bouncing back up off the mat, Bianca is straight to her knees. She takes a moment to compose herself before she starts to stand up. Before she can get fully vertical Sylvia fires another knee, this time into her ribs, forcing her double again. Quickly Sylvia hoists Bianca into position for sitdown powerbomb which she delivers perfectly and keeps hold of Bianca’s legs for the pin. Parks slides into position.
 
Zack: A sitdown powerbomb almost from nowhere. Bianca certainly didn’t see that coming and Sylvia might be about to walk away with the victory here.
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
Bianca starts to struggle but Sylvia keeps her pinned.
 
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
Bianca manages to free one leg and kicks Sylvia in the jaw breaking the pin and saving herself just in the nick of time.
 
Mai: Close but no cigar. We’re gonna need an ice pack for that jaw!
 
Sylvia rolls away holding her jaw, while Bianca pulls herself up with the ropes. Taking a moment once she does to get her wits about her but keeping a close eye on the downed brunette. Seeing Sylvia start to stir, Bianca starts to circle her. After watching her for a few seconds Bianca loses patience and pulls Sylvia back up to her feet and tries to hook her into position for another Tiger suplex. This time, Sylvia begins to struggle immediately, firing elbows back into the side of her head and causing her to abandon her attempt. The brunette quickly dashes behind and as Bianca turns around to face her, Sylvia catches her with a heart punch that drops Salvador to her knees.
Zack: HEART PUNCH! Sylvia is going for it.
 
As the blonde starts to get back to her feet, Sylvia uses the ropes for a springboard into a spinning roundhouse kick aiming right to the head. At the very last second before the kick connects, Bianca drops down flat onto her stomach causing Sylvia to crash and burn. Bianca kicks her in the ribs and drags her by her hair back up to her feet to hook her up into position to deliver her double pumphandle wheelbarrow suplex. Sylvia hits the canvas like sack of rocks and Bianca immediately goes for the cover, hooking both legs for good measure as Parks drops down for the count.  
 
Zack: Sylvia went for DEVIL WEARS PRADA but Bianca let her crash burn and instead we have TYPHOON DRIVER! This could be all she wrote.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Park calls for the bell as Bianca sits up on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
 
Maggie: Here is your winner……………..”THE TYPHOON’ BIANCA SALVADOR!!!
 
Zack: And she’s done it. This could have been either woman’s match but Bianca managed to take the three count and that smile on her face says it all.
 
Mai: Sylvia will probably still be grinning anyway...once she gets back up!
 
Now back to her feet, Bianca starts to smile as she has her hand raised despite the loud chorus of boos coming from the live crowd who are showing her no love whatsoever. Rolling out of the ring she makes her way back up the ramp. The camera follows her before cutting elsewhere.



Chill Amaro Chill

Classy sounding elevator music begins the commercial.
 
A lovely office setting with phones ringing. Very modern looking. Almost a sterling white as far as lights and tile and wall go.
 
Everyone of the employees in the commercial has got comfortable leather chairs, there’s very little in the way of actual cubicles but a number of desks with their computers and personal effects gathered around their desks. They’re talking as the work, as someone in the copier room makes copies and sends a fax, as someone pushes around the mail cart to hand out letters. There’s a small cameo of Stephanie Stefano’s personal assistant Irina Onegin at her desk, talking to one of her coworkers in a pleasant fashion as she overlooks a stack of copy in her hand.
 
Finally the camera cuts to an office door that reads of vinyl on the glass, ‘S. Stefano’. The door slowly swings open and The Witch of Wall Street peeks her head out before seeing the camera as the elevator music continues to play in the background. She smiles and waves a hello. Steph is dressed smartly in a gray business skirt, matching cardigan and buttons fastened all the way up to her collar. Her heels click very lightly on the tile as she puts her hands together.
 
Steph: Hello, my name is “The” Stephanie Stefano. You may remember me from such hits as the FFW Evolution championship reign and the Future Shock Season Twenty championship... As the majority stockholder of an up and coming cybersecurity firm in beautiful San Francisco, there are days that I and my employees feel overworked and stressed. We become prone to fits of behavior like crankiness, aggression, whining, bitching, complaining, grumbling, and selective memory. Everyone around us having to listen to this rolling diatribe of mouth vomit begin to suffer such side effects as...
 
The Wicked Witch cleared her throat. Notably there was a small box in the corner of Eileen Amaro’s infamous speech on the April 27th edition of Velocity with reactions of fans as she spoke.
 
Steph: Nausea, vomiting, muscle spasms, pain in the lower anal cavity, fatigue, migraines, headaches, diarrhea, loss of balance, shaking, trembling, reproductive issues, changes in thinking or memory, loss of appetite, and gastrointestinal disorders.
 
The camera cuts to Stephanie’s personal assistant again who shrugs her shoulders before the commercial jumps back to the Witch of Wall Street.
 
Steph: When this happens, we reach for...
 
The Witch of Wall Street reaches off camera and holds something up for the world to see.
 

 
Steph: The “Chill Amaro Chill” tee shirt. This fabric woven piece of clothing, custom fit to your specifications is cotton blend and gives you the necessary comfort when a needy, bleating coworker has gone off the emotional spectrum deepend. The idea is simple. Once you have adorned the “Chill Amaro Chill” tee shirt and the offending party is in your vicinity, all you need do is repeat the mantra over and over again with it written very plainly on your person.
 
Walking into the scene is a woman who looks sort of like ‘Professional Wrestling’, though she’s a bit shorter than Eileen but facially could at least be a distant cousin or something. ‘PAID ACTRESS’ appears at the lower third near her.
 
PAID ACTRESS Eileen Amaro: ...I am going to do...whatever it is that I want to do! Because I finally realized the truth. You don’t want a hero. You don’t want honesty. All you want...is a feel good story. All you want...is a martyr to vicariously live through the very desir--
 
Steph: Hold on there, Eileen.
 
PAID ACTRESS Eileen Amaro: What is it, you fucking cow?
 
Steph: Here.
 
Stephanie hands the pretend Eileen Amaro a tee shirt. This however isn’t the ‘Chill Amaro Chill’ tee but it reads ‘I act like everyone else now and all I got was this stupid t-shirt’. The paid actress stares at it for the longest time.
 
PAID ACTRESS Eileen Amaro: ...What is this? I thought I was supposed to get a ‘Chill Amar--’
 
The paid actress gets cut off as the Witch of Wall Street puts the ‘Chill Amaro Chill’ over her head, draping it over her face like a blanket so we no longer can hear or see her. Then Stephanie looks back to the camera.
 
Steph: And it’s just that simple! How much would you pay for this lovely cotton blend? Twenty dollars? Nineteen dollars and ninety-nine cents? Well bite your tongue and close your wallet because this shirt will be seventeen ninety-five on the FFW merchandise website until supplies last! Act now and for every shirt sold, a portion will be sent to a charity of your choice! Just write your charity’s name of choice in the promo code and even better, my company and I will match that portion until after Unstoppable 8! Ladies and gentlemen I am not joking when I say that charity is a wonderful venture and when you hear Eileen Amaro speak now, can you really think of a bigger charity case walking? I know I can’t. Save professional wrestling. Save Eileen Amaro.  From herself. Chant it. Hashtag it. Scream it. Wear it. Three simple words. Not Fight Amaro Fight. Not Kill Amaro Kill.
 
The Witch of Wall Street held a second shirt up, the first still being shown off... On the paid actress’s face.
 
Steph: Chill Amaro Chill.
 
Cut to an actual commercial.
 

[Adam Grant]

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, with her belt around her waist, 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 one half of the Tornado Tag Team Champions…“The Latin Goddess”…
 
VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!!
 
Valentina 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. She then takes off her belt, resting it over her shoulder as she leans against the ropes in a sexy, confident pose as she waits for her opponent to arrive or the match to begin.
 
Zack: Valentina looking to put the hurt on a woman her friend and fellow Tornado Tag Champion has had more than enough trouble with!

Mai: She'll squash her like a bug.
 
[CUE THE SOUNDCHIP! An 8-bit version of the song from the Goonies start playing as the main lights dim down in the arena, with small star spotlights in a variety of colors flying around the crowd. 8-bit stars fill the videoboards, right up until the words start and Andi Takata comes sprinting out of the back to hit her mark. ]
 
# GOOD -GOOD- GOOD
 
[Andi hops into place, already in her Magical Girl pose, with blue and white sparkling pyro popping behind her, and the videoboards all exploding into pixellated color madness! The bassline kicks in and Andi dances for a moment before she starts to head for the ring, taking her time to enjoy her 'Starlights'!]
 
#Here we are, Hanging onto strains of greed and blues
#Break the chain then we break down
#Oh it's not real, if you don't feel it
#Unspoken expectations
#Ideals we used to play with
#Finally taking shape for us.
 
[By this time, Andi has reached the ringside fans, and cues them up for the dance party!]
 
#What's good enough (good enough)
#For you is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me it's good enough (good enough)
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!
 
[And when Pacman whirrs down, Andi punches the air above her and makes her way back around the ring to get to the rest of her Starlights, before heading up the steps and into the ring....]
 
#goodgoodgoodgoodgood...
 
#Now you'll say You're startin' to feel the push.... and pull
#Of what could be and never can
#You mirror me... stumblin' through those
#Old fashioned superstitions
#I find too hard to breaaaak
#Maybe you're out of place whaaaat's
 
[The song builds up again, and Andi, after running the ropes by this point, stops in the middle, to rally EVERYONE up to join her in a big ol' Caramelldanse! And most do!]
 
#Good enough (good enough)
#For you is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me It's good enough (good enough)
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!
 
[Andi runs up the turnbuckles for one last go! Keep dancing everyone!]
 
#Good enough (good enough)
#For you Is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me.. It's good, it's good enough
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!!
 
[Andi finally hops down as the song fades away....]
 
Zack: These two women have a bit of a storied rivalry, not helped with Andi’s history involving Isis Morales. Especially daunting was the actions of referee Stephen Wilson, who was working under Valentina’s thumb for a brief while.
 
Mai: I bet he got paid well in her footwear.
 
As the two wrestlers approach the center, Valentina barks at Andi, the space princess unclear what she’s yelling. Lozano then points down at her boots, and the camera can clearly read her lips say “Kiss it”. Obviously grossed out, Andi shakes her head, prompting Lozano again to point at her boot, commanding Andi to kiss it once more. Once more, Andi refuses. Angry with the space princess, Valentina gives Andi a shove, prompting a shove back from Takata. Lozano then goes to clothesline Andi, but the space girl ducks under and counters with a dropkick that sends Valentina back into the ropes.
 
Mai: So that’s one way to start off a fight.
 
Zack: I think Valentina was trying to show dominance in this fight, but...I honestly don’t know what else she was expecting from that.
 
Takata grabs Valentina’s arm and whips her into the opposite side, bending over for the return. But Valentina gives a boot to Andi’s face, causing the alien to stagger back. Valentina lifts her boot up for a kick, shouting “KISS IT!” before Andi catches the boot, shouting “NO!” before delivering a dragon screw leg whip to Valentina that sends her to the other side of the ring. Valentina quickly uses the ropes for leverage, then sees Andi running for her. Thinking quickly on her feet Valentina drops to the ground, pulling the top rope with her while Andi can’t stop in time and goes over the ropes, grabbing on quickly to avoid landing outside the ring. Once Andi gets her bearings and her feet on the apron, Lozano is right there to chop across Takata’s chest before spinning around and grabbing Andi’s head to snapmare her back inside the ring. Grabbing Andi by her pigtails Valentina pulls Andi back to the mat, then forces her boot down on Takata’s face.
 
Valentina: KISS IT!
 
Mai: Just stomp her face in, don’t worry about making her kiss the boots!
 
Zack: There’s certainly been a bit of back and forth, but anytime Val stops to make Andi kiss her boot, it doesn’t end well for her.
 
Furious, Valentina pivots her foot atop Andi’s face before stomping both feet into Takata’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the space princess before covering her.
 
ONE!

TWO!
 
Kickout from Andi.
 
Zack: Right in the nick of time there.
 
Valentina immediately lifts Andi to her feet, whips her into the ropes, and then scoops Takata up into a brainbuster that allows her to drop Andi down on her head. Valentina isn’t satisfied as she decides not to pin the Lucky Star, instead picking her up again and whipping her into a corner. Valentina follows behind her, pushing her boot against Andi’s throat while she’s resting against the turnbuckles, Andi trying to force the foot off of her.
 
Valentina: KISS IT!
 
Andi: GCK...NEVAR…
 
Upset by this, Lozano removes her boot only to kick at Andi’s abdomen repeatedly until Takata was seated down in the corner, Valentina performing a taunt before delivering a final kick to Takata’s head. The crowd watched as Andi looked too dazed to move, Valentina pulls Andi out of the corner, then tries for another pinfall.
 
ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!
 
Zack: Valentina seems to be getting closer to getting Andi out of this fight, but the Lucky Star is just too resilient for her!

Mai: Val is doing a terrific job beating up Andi, thank you very much!
 
Valentina picks Andi up again, whipping her into the ropes. As Takata makes the return Valentina grabs her by the legs and spins around before slamming the Lucky Star down with a spinebuster! Valentina covers again!
 
ONE!

TWO!
 
Another kickout. Lozano grabs Andi by the head and knees at her face before hoisting her onto her shoulders for a torture rack. Before Valentina can drop the space princess, Takata manages to slip out behind the Latina Canadian, and wraps her arms around her waist for a German suplex! Takata rolls Valentina with her, getting back up to her feet as she hits another German onto Lozano! Andi brings her up to her feet with her, and hits another German before bridging it into a pin!
 
ONE!

TWO!
 
Valentina rolls out of the pin!
 
Zack: Andi slipped out of that Torture Rack just before Valentina could do any harm on her, and look at her go with those German suplexes!
 
Valentina and Andi get to their feet at the same time, but Andi gets at Lozano first with a few forearms to the face before whipping Lozano into the corner, and rushing her with a Yakuza Kick! Valentina covers her face, giving Takata ample time to monkey flip the Latina out of the corner! Takata hops onto the highest turnbuckle, waiting for her moment, then as Lozano stands and faces her Andi leaps off with a 360 spin before landing on Lozano’s shoulders and performing a legscissor into a DDT! Andi tries for another pin!
 
ONE!

TWO!

Lozano gets her shoulder up! Takata waits for Valentina to get to her knees, then runs back to the ropes before bouncing off for a Shining Wizard...that Valentina ducks under! Lozano then rises up, and chops at Takata’s chest until she’s too occupied covering it up, allowing Valentina to set Andi up with the Down to Earth! Valentina connects as she hooks the leg!
 
ONE!

TWO!

Andi kicks out! Valentina, once again furious, stalks over Andi as she waits for the space princess to stand up. Once Andi is to her feet Takata is still bent over, catching her breath to allow Valentina to bounce off the ropes for the Priceless Kiss...but Andi stands up right before Lozano can drop a boot on her, and immediately hits her with the cutter!
 
Zack: Lozano looking for the Priceless Kiss, but Andi saw it coming! Here comes the Space Crusher!
 
Andi covers.
 
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING
 
Maggie: Here is your winner...ANDI! TAKATA!
 
Zack: And once again, Andi pulls it off. I think we can tell who the better of the two is once and for all.
 
Mai: Yeah, well...she still hasn’t beat Isis enough times, so HA!
 
As Andi celebrates her victory, we fade out to the next segment.




Adam Has Some Brackets

The next thing we see is a highlight package of many of the recent tag matches taking place in Future Shock before we see the Future Shock Tag Team Championships shining brightly in a case. Standing next to it is the Director of Future Shock himself, Adam Grant.
 
Adam: This coming Tuesday, the long-awaited tournament to crown the first ever Future Shock Tag Team Champions will kick off in Boston. Tonight, to help get you hyped up before it starts Tuesday, I thought I’d show you the brackets of what you will be seeing and what you possibly could be seeing.
 
He gestures behind him to a monitor, and immediately the fans get to see the aforementioned brackets.
 

 
Adam: This Tuesday, you’ll see the Church of Oleska comprising PANDORA and Jynx meet the BNB Wrecking Crew. That’s a match I am highly looking forward to personally. The next match will be in London on June 13th as part of the Invasion show, where the girls of NHB get to come home to England to try to get past the Tornado Tag Champions in Ascension. Following that, the Fireshock Sisters will meet Next Generation one more time with quite the prize on the line, and finally...well Linda has a lot of experience here. She and Rose will meet the Max Sato Experience in the last of the first round matches.
 
The camera shows Adam and the tag titles again.
 
Adam: It all begins this Tuesday night as Future Shock takes another step where it’s never been before. You’ll also see Anna Giovanna meet Freya in the main event, and a Future Shock Destiny rematch between Bianca Reed and Missy. We’ll see you Tuesday night in Boston.
 
On that, Velocity goes to commercial.

[Adam Grant]

Velocity returns from the commercial break, and immediately heads back to the ring with Maggie standing by with her microphone.
 
Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is a Tag Team Match!
 
“HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?! BAD THINGS COME IN TWOS,
BUT I NEVER KNEW... ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS!”
 
Maggie: From Berkeley, California... At a combined weight of 246 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... Mickey and Raquel... THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!!
 
“Every single day, things get in my way. Someone has to pay, for the little things.”
 
As the chords of “The Little Things” screech, the entire arena gets filled with cheers. Spotlights of yellow and pink flicker through the crowd and the arena darkens as the music plays. Mickey and Raquel emerge from the top of the ramp with a ladder in tow, holding it up together. Raquel and Mickey put down the ladder and high-five after coming down while Christian watches on with a smile. Fair and Scarborough roll into the ring before climbing opposite turnbuckles, soaking in the cheers with wily grins before talking strategy in the corner as their music fades out.
 
Zack: Welcome back, fans. Coming up, we got some tag action here as Legs & Arse look to get themselves into a possible title shot as they face the former Tornado Tag Champions.
 
Mai: Not that I really like either of these teams, but the Fair’s already beat these two once a few months ago. So it’s more on the Irish girls to prove they even belong in the conversation.
 
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: Looks like Legs & Arse are fired up. You can imagine how much given how they’ve been chasing tag gold since arriving in FFW in late 2015.
 
Mai: Don’t forget their thrilling handicap win over Ashley Sullivan. I’m sure they are super proud of that. But the Queen sorted out what would have happened when she smacked Siobhan around not too long ago.
 
Siobhan and Raquel take up positions on the outside as Melinda Davis checks both teams are ready for action and calls for the bell which brings both competitors out of their corners and to the middle of the ring where they lock up only for Scarborough to find herself taken down to the canvas with a quick hip toss. Mickey quickly returned to her feet only to find Butler waiting for her with a discus forearm smash that she ducked underneath and as she straightened up, Mickey delivered a knife edge chop to her foes chest, following it quickly with a second only for Butler to tag her jaw with a European uppercut. Mickey took two steps backwards and left her feet for a dropkick that caught Muirne in the face and momentarily sent her to the canvas.
 
Zack: You got your classic power versus speed battle here. And Mickey manages to get the first knockdown as a result.
 
Mai: I like to think of it as dumb vs. alcoholism personally. I hope they knock each other out personally.
 
The two wrestlers got up simultaneously and Mickey struck first, lashing out with a roundhouse kick that caught Muirne on the shoulder and allowed Scarborough to send her into a neutral corner with an Irish whip. Muirne hit the pads and Mickey measured her up before she charged forward and left her feet looking to deliver a splash but as she did so, Muirne stepped out of the corner and lunged towards the flying Berkeley woman, catching her with an elbow to the chest. Scarborough landed on her feet and held her chest only for Muirne to follow up the shot with a stiff right jab to the jaw followed by a second and a third; each one pushing the high flyer back a step before Muirne teed up a right hand that never got thrown Scarborough immediately brought her hands up to block and got a kick in the gut instead. As Mickey’s hands went to her gut, Muirne snap mared her down to the canvas and drove a kick into her spine.
 
Mai: I don’t even know what the point of this match is, Zack. I mean it’s not like either of these teams will ever defeat Ascension for the titles, especially the Fair! They can’t buy a win against Valentina & Isis!
 
Scarborough rolled away from the kick and to her knees as Muirne followed her, bringing her up to her feet and delivered a headbutt that saw Mickey reel backwards into the ropes holding her forehead before she jerked forwards into a raised knee to the gut from Muirne. As Mickey doubled up, Muirne hooked her head and set off towards the Legs & Arse corner to deliver a running bulldog. As Butler pushed up to her feet she tagged in Siobhan and the pair moved towards Mickey, grabbing hold of her by a wrist a piece and jerked her forward into a double short arm clothesline before the pair delivered stereo leg drops.
 
Zack: Muirne made the right decision right there to break the momentum. The last place she wants to be is caught between Raquel and Mickey together!
 
Mai: That’s what I’d have told her to do actually. But I didn’t, because..ya know...I don’t really like either of them.
 
Muirne rolled out of the ring as Siobhan pulled Mickey up to her feet and shoved her roughly against the turnbuckle pads in the Legs & Arse corner where she began to deliver sidekicks into her gut before she finished it off with a high sidekick to her chest. Grabbing the Berkeley girl by the wrist Siobhan pulled her away from the pads towards the middle of the ring, delivering another knee into her midriff before she Irish whipped her back into the Legs & Arse corner and charged in after her, leaving her feet as Mickey hit the pads back first and delivered a leg lariat in the corner, rolling over the top of her head as she delivered it and landing on the apron on the outside. As Mickey stepped away from the corner, Siobhan quickly climbed to the top rope and leapt off into a double ax handle blow to the top of Mickey’s spine that sent her down to one knee. Before Scarborough could rise, Siobhan caught her by the back of the head and bulldogged her into the canvas before she rolled her over and made the cover, hooking the leg.
 
One…
 
Tw-
 
Mai: Not enough body on body there for the cover, and I am an expert when it comes to body on body, Zack.
 
Mickey easily kicked out just before Davis made the two count and rolled through to her feet only to be immediately get put on the defensive thanks to a series of four kicks from Siobhan before the red haired wrestler sent her across the ring and caught her on the return with a dropkick. Mickey rolled to the side and held her jaw for a moment before she continued her rise to her feet only for Siobhan to grab hold of her head before she could get fully upright and sent her head first into the mat with a DDT. The former Tornado Tag Team Champion lay on the mat for a moment before she started to rise to her knees where Siobhan took hold of her arm and twisted it into an armwrench, using the hold to bring Mickey to her feet and walked her back towards the Legs and Arse corner. Siobhan kept the hold applied as she climbed to the middle turnbuckle and tagged in Muirne before she continued to the top rope, tightrope walked a third of the way along with Mickey’s hand still caught and leapt off to bring a fist down into Scarborough’s shoulder. The Berkeley native stepped away and moved to hold her shoulder only for Muirne to hook her arms from behind her, lifted her up off her feet and drilled her into the canvas with a Full Nelson slam that was followed by a standing elbow drop from Siobhan who then left the ring as Muirne made the cover.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
Zack: Excellent teamwork there from Muirne and Siobhan! Not enough to score the three though.
 
Mickey kicked out once more and Muirne pulled her upright and into another snap suplex before she rolled over, bringing Scarborough upwards once more, keeping her head hooked before she lifted her up off her feet and held her vertically, letting the blood run down to her head before she collapsed backwards to complete the vertical suplex. The Californian sat up and started to roll to her feet as Butler was already on hers and started to barrel across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back towards Mickey, leaving her feet for a shoulder tackle that saw Scarborough react and counter with a monkey flip that sent the Irish brawler onto her back on the mat.
 
Mai: I can only imagine how many times Butler’s been flat on her back somewhere in a pub thinking someone’s moving the room on her.
 
Zack: You’re one to talk about anyone else drinking to excess. How about we focus on the match?
 
Muirne made it back to her feet first and advanced on the rising Scarborough Fair member only for Mickey to surprise her with a throat thrust that caused her opponent to take two steps backwards as she gasped for breath. Taking full advantage of the opening, Mickey skipped forward and launched herself into a high knee into Butler’s chest. As she landed on her feet, the Californian dropped down and sent the Irish lass to the mat with a drop toe hold. Muirne was quick to push herself up onto her hands and knees only to find Mickey already vertical and standing over her as took hold and rolled her over into an Oklahoma roll pinning combination.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
Zack: I can’t remember the last time I saw Mickey use an Oklahoma roll, but it definitely surprised Muirne enough to score a two count, at least.
 
On the two count Muirne kicked out and came to her feet quickly only for Scarborough to deliver a haymaker right followed by a similar left hand to her jaw before she attempted to send Butler across the ring. The Legs & Arse member though reversed the Irish whip attempt, sending Mickey into the ropes and as the member of the Fair hit the ring ropes she left her feet and launched herself into a spinning heel kick that connected perfectly with her opponent knocking her down to the canvas. The girl from Berkeley was quickly back to her feet and made her way to her corner, tagging in Raquel before she turned back to face a rising Muirne and sprinted towards her, leaving her feet to land on her shoulders and snapped off a headscissors takedown that sent the Irish woman rolling across the ring towards Fair, who delivered a knee drop to Butler before she pulled her up to her feet only to snapmare her back down and deliver a dropkick to the back of her head causing her head to snap forward.
 
Zack: Muirne is easily stronger than either member of the Fair, but that strength certainly gets negated when they keep her down on the mat.
 
Mai: Of course, it does. Sure, the Fair are ridiculous people...like their opponents really. But they still know the fundamentals of tag team wrestling.
 
Muirne quickly tried to rise to her feet only for Fair to bounce off the ropes and take her back down with a running neckbreaker. Again Butler tried to push her way up to her feet quickly but as she did Raquel hooked her head and lifted her up into a snap suplex. The former Tornado Tag Team Champion bent down and began to bring her opponent back to her feet only for the Legs & Arse member to surprise her by grabbing hold of her head and dropping to her knees for a jawbreaker. Fair staggered backwards holding her jaw as her opponent came to her feet and charged towards her looking for a cactus clothesline that Fair ducked underneath, moving forwards as she did so. Butler stopped herself before she hit the ropes, turned around to face Fair’s back and was about to grab hold of her around the shoulders when Raquel delivered a mule kick into her gut that froze Muirne in her tracks and was followed by Fair spinning around and connecting with a discus forearm smash to the side of her opponent’s jaw that sent her staggering to the side.
 
Zack: If she hadn’t already been worn down, this is the kind of fight Muirne likes. She’d love to throw hands with Raquel, but she’s already had a lot taken out of her.
 
Mai: You catch anyone with a forearm like that, and you’ll go down. I don’t care how winded you may or may not be, but Muirne’s always been full of hot air so there’s plenty of wind already.
 
Before Muirne could recover, Raquel Irish whipped her into a neutral corner, letting her hit the turnbuckle pads before she followed in behind her and delivered a running knee into her gut. Once more Fair sent her opponent in for the ride, sending her across the ring before she followed in behind her and left her feet to deliver a splash to the woman before Raquel backed up a couple of steps to the middle of the ring and charged forward, bringing her boot up to drive it into the side of Muirne’s head with a facewash. The Irish woman started to stumble out of the corner only for Raquel to set her up and deliver a dragon whip, catching her in the side of the head with her boot. Butler collapsed to the canvas and rolled to her side, pushing upwards only for Raquel to hook her head and pulled her towards the middle of the ring where she spiked her head downwards with an impaler DDT. Muirne rolled to her back as Fair headed to the corner and climbed to the top rope where she came flying off with a corkscrew elbow drop. Raquel hit the move cleanly and threw herself across her opponent’s body, hooking the leg as she did so.
 
Zack: Absolutely beautiful, and the Fair’s closing the show right now!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
Mai: Or she’ll kick out. I wish I had a dollar for every time you call a match about to be over, Zack.
 
Muirne kicked out of the pinning combination at two and Raquel pulled her up to her feet and marched her over to the Scarborough Fair corner where she introduced her face first into the top turnbuckle. Fair followed it up by spinning her around and driving side kicks into the stomach of Legs & Arse, landing rapid fire blows to her middle that caused her to drop down to a sitting position in the corner. As she dropped, Raquel dropped back to the middle of the ring and charged in, leaping onto her chest and started a bronco buster, Mickey making the tag to her partner as she bounced. Fair rolled away and Scarborough springboarded up off the middle rope, over the top rope and came down with a pendulum like drop kick into Muirne’s chest. The Irish woman fell to her side, holding her chest only for Mickey to sit her straight back up before she retreated to the middle of the ring and came forward once more into a corner senton.
 
Mai: I think Siobhan should just go ahead and find a towel to throw in, Zack. Muirne is getting her dollar store clock cleaned in there.
 
Zack: Muirne is loaded with resiliency, but you do have a minor point because it’s certainly getting tested by the Fair tonight in the Staples Center.
 
The Legs & Arse member held her chest as she tried to roll and crawl away from the Fair’s corner only for Mickey to make the tag to her partner, bringing Raquel back into the contest as the two former Tornado Tag Team Champions pulled their opponent to her feet and sent her down to the mat with a double hip toss before Mickey took off in one direction, Raquel in the opposite one and they came back together to squash Muirne as she sat on the mat with a dropkick to the chest from Mickey and forearm smash to the back of the head from Fair, completing the Hits From The Bong. Scarborough left the ring as Butler fell to the side before rolling onto her back as Raquel jumped up onto the top rope and delivered a split legged moonsault that landed perfectly on her opponent. Raquel reached for the leg as she made the cover.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THR-
 
Zack: A thing of beauty was that moonsault, but to Muirne’s credit, she still has some gas in the tank!
 
Mai: I didn’t know she had a flatulence problem!
 
Butler rolled her shoulder before Melinda Davis could make the three count and Fair shook her head as she pushed back up to her feet and tagged Mickey back into the ring. The two descended yet again upon Butler, bringing her to her feet and with a deafening double scream, before they sent her back into the ring mat with a double hair pull into a leg sweep facebuster. The Irish brawler tried to push her way upwards, getting to her hands and knees only for Mickey to leave her feet and deliver a leg drop across the back of her neck, sending her face first into the canvas again before she rolled her over and hooked the leg for the pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Zack: Still no dice for the Fair, and Muirne is desperately needing to get to her corner now. I’m not sure how much more of this she can endure.
 
Butler’s shoulder came up from the canvas and Scarborough looked up at the rafters before she came to her feet and made the tag. Raquel entered the ring and took Muirne back down to the canvas as she locked in the D’arce choke. Fair tightened her grip on Butler as the Irish brawler, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain as she looked to put her to sleep. Muirne scratched and clawed at the brunette’s arm, trying to free herself only to find the hold locked in much too tightly to pull it apart. The brawler used the strength in her legs to push up and away, rolling across the mat, dragging Fair along with her as her movements start to slow only for her to kick out a leg and hook the bottom rope.
 
Zack: Credit to Butler for having the mental wherewithal to get herself to the ropes, because I don’t think Raquel had any intention of letting go otherwise!
 
Mai: She got all of that count she could get too, I always suggest that actually. It doesn’t cost any more.
 
Davis used the five count getting to four before Raquel broke the hold and rolled away from her opponent. Raquel get back to a vertical base and advanced on Muirne as she was pulling herself to her feet using the ring ropes, getting to her as she got to one knee and Fair received an elbow driven into her gut for the privilege. Fair tried once more to get close to her opponent and lock in a side headlock but as she did so Butler delivered another elbow into her abdomen. Fair took a step back and was then sent to the canvas courtesy of a cutter from Muirne. Raquel rolled as she landed and came to a halt before she started to raise to her feet only for Muirne to match her every step of the way, catching her with closed rights and lefts before she Irish whipped her into the Legs & Arse corner, following her in and delivered a splash before she made the tag to her partner. Siobhan entered the ring and the pair pulled Raquel out of the corner and into a double suplex.
 
Zack: That’s what Muirne needed! She made the tag, and now we will see Siobhan who has to be as fresh as humanly possible.
 
Mai: She was happy on the apron though, she didn’t want to get in there.
 
Muirne rolled out of the ring as Siobhan pulled Raquel back upwards and straight into a snapped off DDT before she rolled to her feet and headed towards the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. She waited for the Scarborough Fair member to push up to her feet before she took off, snapping the Berkeley native to the mat with a hurricanrana that she holds for a pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...TH-
 
Mai: The tempo’s changing now. Siobhan is a better match speedwise for the Fair, but hasn’t done enough to keep one of them down though.
 
Raquel kicked out only to be brought up to her feet and onto the wrong end of a double kesagiri chop - a hand brought down on each side of her neck. Fair dropped to one knee for a moment before she came back to her feet and tried to fire off a kick into McAdams only for the Scotswoman to telegraph the strike, catching her leg and used it to send Fair across the ring with a dragon screw leg whip. Fair hit the mat hard and held her knee for a second before she came to her feet, staggering around in a circle as she seemed to look for her partner only for Siobhan to charge her, leaving her feet and sending Raquel flying backwards towards the Legs & Arse corner with a monkey flip. Muirne holds her hands up as Fair sits up and reaches for the ring ropes, pulling herself back up to her feet and turned towards the middle of the ring as she staggered away from the ropes only for Siobhan to move quickly towards her, grabbing hold of her head and slamming her face first into her knee with a single knee facebreaker, keeping hold of her head as she takes her down into the canvas with a facebuster. Rolling her over, Siobhan makes the cover, hooking Fair’s leg as she does so.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Zack: One hell of a facebuster on Raquel, but she still kicked out. Siobhan is doing an excellent job of keeping her off balance.
 
Fair kicks out only for Siobhan to roll away as Melinda Davis shows the two count to the woman from Aberdeen who once more rises to her feet and heads towards the nearest neutral corner, climbing to the top rope. McAdams waits for the legal half of the former Tornado Tag Team Champions to rise to her feet before she flew like a cruise missile towards her foe and caught her in the chest with a missile dropkick. It was delivered with such force that it sent Fair sprawling to the canvas and rolling straight through and back to her feet. Fair swayed back and forth for a moment as she tried to regain her bearings and immediately started to move towards the legal member of Legs & Arse, picking up speed as she did so only for Siobhan to lure her into the Haggis Dump reverse clothesline into a big boot. Fair dropped to the mat and Siobhan dropped down to cover her.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE---
 
Mai: Siobhan has some good size feet to be able to hit that boot with that kind of velocity, not that it made a difference since she didn’t win the match.
 
Raquel’s shoulder came up a moment before the three count and Siobhan looked to the referee who confirmed the two count despite the Scot asking for three. McAdams got to her feet and moved towards her corner and as she climbed the turnbuckles she made the tag to her partner who stepped through the ropes. Fair was beginning to rise to her feet as Butler set herself underneath McAdams before she hurled her across the ring towards the former Tornado Tag Team Champion and into a Rocket Launcher DDT that planted Raquel into the mat. Siobhan rolled away and made towards her corner as Butler dived on top of Fair and hooked her leg for the pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Mai: See, that wasn’t smart! Siobhan should have made the cover, not tag out! That gave Raquel a chance to figure out where she was!
 
Zack: How many tag titles do you have again?
 
Before the referee could make the three count, Mickey dove on top of Muirne to break up the pinning combination. Muirne quickly pushed up to her knees and as she did so, Mickey skipped forward and delivered a low superkick into her chest that knocked her backwards onto the canvas before Siobhan could reach her and Scarborough quickly retreated back to her own corner. Melinda Davis told Siobhan to go back to her corner, the Scotswoman slowly retreating but keeping her eyes on Mickey as she does so. Butler holds her jaw as she gets to her feet and moves towards Raquel as the Californian makes it to one knee and lunges towards Muirne as soon as she gets within arms length, lifting her up and dropped her backwards with a flapjack only for Butler to land chest first over the top rope. Muirne landed on her feet and got a knee into the small of her back from Raquel as she straightened up, hooked her head from behind and dropped her down to the mat with a reverse DDT.
 
Zack: Great agility from Muirne there, who landed on her feet like a cat. Raquel figured it out the hard way too.
 
Mai: Raquel figures everything out the hard way, Zack.
 
Fair rolled away and onto her hands and knees as she started to crawl towards the Scarborough Fair corner while Muirne sat up and began to get to her feet and head towards Siobhan. The crowd started up duel chants for the two teams, only getting louder as Muirne made the tag to Siobhan while a second later Fair tagged in Mickey. The pair come into the ring and charge towards each other only for Scarborough to leave her feet and deliver a flying clothesline that took Siobhan down to the canvas. Siobhan started to rise only for Mickey to light up her chest with five knife edge chops to the chest that forced her back into the ring ropes before she attempted to Irish whip her across the ring only for McAdams to reverse the attempt, sending Mickey for the ride instead. Mickey hit the ropes and came back towards Siobhan with a flying crossbody that took her down to the mat. Scarborough holding on to make the pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THR-
 
Zack: Mickey had great momentum behind her, but it wasn’t enough to take Siobhan down for a three count! Scarborough has Michael Jordan-like hang time when she gets in the air.
 
Siobhan kicked out and Mickey rolled to her feet, waving her opponent upwards only for her to drive a knee into her chest. A second knee follows before she crashes a third into her jaw that sees her come to her feet and take a step backwards. Mickey uses the separation to deliver a low superkick into McAdams knee. The shot is delivered with such ferocity that it sees both legs go out from under Siobhan as she lands on all fours and starts to push up only for Mickey to run the ropes once more and complete the Medicine Hat Mixer with a running boot to the face. Siobhan hit the canvas and Mickey once more moved quickly as she ran towards the ropes once more and sprung off them into a lionsault delivered perfectly across the stomach of Siobhan. Mickey hooked the leg as she made the cover.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Mai: If she had had a couple handfuls of tights right there, this would be over! I liked the Fair better when they were dirty, plus they were hotter then too.
 
Siobhan rolled the shoulder to break up the pinfall and Melinda Davis showed the two count as Mickey asked for the three; the official telling the Californian wrestler that the shoulder came up ahead of the three count. Mickey nodded her head as she helped the Legs & Arse member to her feet and straight into a swinging neckbreaker. McAdams holds her neck as Mickey kipped back up to her a feet and delivered a standing fist drop straight into Siobhan’s forehead. McAdams rolled away and began to rise to her feet only for Scarborough to be waiting for her to get vertical before she ran at her and left her feet to hook her head, spin around her body and into a Tornado DDT that stood Siobhan on her head before she fell onto her back. Mickey scrambled over and made the cover once more, hooking the leg yet again.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Zack: Siobhan got her bell rung off that tornado DDT, and Muirne was the only way she was getting out of that pin attempt without a loss.
 
This time Muirne returns the favour and makes the save before the officials hand can come down for the third time, catching Mickey with a boot to the temple causing Scarborough to roll out of the pin. As the former Tornado Tag Team Champion quickly started to push upright, Butler wrapped her arms around her waist and sent the brunette flying backwards with a release German suplex. Muirne made a quick exit as Raquel came after her; the referee forcing Fair back out of the ring. Siobhan had rolled over onto her front and had started to push up to her feet only for Mickey to cut her off as she scooped her upwards and body slammed her back to the mat. As the Legs & Arse member lay on the mat, Mickey made for the nearest corner and took to the top rope, pointing to the heavens with her arms raised before she launched herself into the Flight Path shooting star press.
 
Zack: FLIGHT PATH!! Shades of their manager right there!
 
Mai: That flight hit the tarmac though, Zack!
 
And got nothing but mat as Siobhan rolled out of the way at the very last second. Mickey bounced on impact, holding her gut and kicking her legs in agony as she rocked back and forth on her knees. McAdams began to crawl towards her corner before Mickey recovered enough to do likewise, the pair making simultaneous tags to their partners. As Raquel entered the ring, Muirne charged towards her, catching her by surprise as she put her down to the mat with a running swinging neckbreaker. Raquel held her neck but tried to push her way up to her feet and as she did so Muirne caught her from behind and sent her down to the mat once more with a release German suplex.
 
Mai: You know, I’ve always felt that the best place to hit anyone is from behind! Muirne must have been watching some of my old tapes.
 
Zack: Raquel’s head and neck are taking the worst of this, and that German suplex isn’t going to resolve it for her.
 
Raquel came to her feet and got a European uppercut from her opponent, followed by a second and then a headbutt that caused her to step backwards before Butler sent her in for the ride. As Fair returned, Muirne caught her on the chest with the Foreign Aid Polish hammer that knocked her down to the canvas. Fair sat up quickly holding her chest and got a stiff kick to the sternum for her trouble before Muirne pulled her upright and suddenly surprised her, feinting a headbutt only to kiss Fair. As she let go Raquel took two steps backwards with a not too unhappy look on her face and Muirne delivered a superkick to complete the A Póg Oíche Mhaith. Fair’s eyes rolled back in her head before she collapsed backwards onto the mat and Muirne dropped down on top of the Scarborough Fair member and hooked the leg for the cover.
 
Mai: I know what it’s called, but I can’t even say it! A Pig Oughtta Mate!!?!
 
Zack: …………………….
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!
 
Mai: Well I guess pigs mating was the right thing to do then!
 
Siobhan came into the ring and managed to cut off Mickey from making the last second save and Melinda Davis called for the bell as she completed the three count.
 
Maggie: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners, by way of pinfall, the team of Muirne Butler and Siobhan McAdams… LEGS & ARSE!!!!
 
Zack: The series is tied now as Legs & Arse put themselves right in the driver’s seat for a future Tornado Tag Title shot! Well done, ladies!
 
Mai: A Pig Oughtta Mate may be the stupidest name for a ring move in a long time.
 
Mickey checked on Raquel as Muirne and Siobhan got their arms raised in victory by the referee, Scarborough helping her partner to leave the ring where they applauded while Legs & Arse started their celebration in the middle of the ring to the cheers of the crowd. As Muirne and Siobhan climbed the ropes to celebrate the show cut elsewhere.
 


Shots Fired

Velocity returns from the break, and the show cuts right back into the arena when “War of Change” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. The LA crowd gives the COO of FFW a loud welcome as Cody Kincaid heads out onto the stage. He’s sporting quite a smile on his face as he heads towards the ring, greeting a few of the fans ringside before he heads up the steps into the ring. Maggie hands him a microphone as his music starts to fade out.
 
Cody: Los Angeles, FFW is……...home.
 
Another pop from that rumbles through the Staples Center, causing him to smile wider.
 
Cody: Two weeks ago, I told everyone that I had some guests coming and that they had a pretty big announcement.
 
Crowd: PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS!
 
Cody: You guy have known me long enough that I am a man of my word. And tonight, I do have two very special guests here at the Staples Center.
 
Crowd: PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS!
 
Cody: I hear you. Los Angeles, would you help me welcome back a pair of women we haven’t seen in FFW in far too long? Please help me welcome back...Leah Belle and Lizzy Taylor….THE PISTOLS!
 
As “Gunfight” by Sick Puppies begins to play throughout the arena the crowds go wild.  Both Lizzy Taylor and Leah Belle come running from behind the curtains, Lizzy forever being the slightly more hyped Pistol, screaming out to the crowds while shooting her fingers high in the air.  Leah also gives the ‘Pistol sign’ before chuckling over at her partner Lizzy.  The pair make their way down to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands as they approach the ring.  They climb the steps and Cody holds the ropes open for them and one by one, slip into the ring.  Cody welcomes both girls, giving them a hug and a peck on the forehead. He also gets them a pair of microphones.
 
Crowd: PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS! PIS-TOLS!
 
Cody: Ladies, say hello to your fans, would you?
 
Lizzy runs to the ropes, bracing her feet on the bottom one while continuing to yell to the fans, clapping her hands to keep them hyped.  Leah seems a little bit more emotional to be standing in an FFW ring once more.  Lizzy comes running back to Leah and Cody with a big grin on her face.
 
Leah: I’m just, absolutely blown away by the reception here tonight.  Here I thought the fans may have forgotten about The Pistols, but I’m feeling the love here tonight….thank you all.
 
Lizzy: Oh come on love, ‘ow could they forget us? Between your massive boobs and my trolling of Michelle Taylor, the memory of us will never die out.  
 
Cody: Now we promised these fine people an announcement. And I think it’s only appropriate that you two let them know about it.
 
Leah: Well, we’ve given it a lot of thought.  With me being retired and Lizzy hasn’t been in a ring since last year, I think it’s time that we just finally…
 
Leah sighs, looking pretty sad about what she is going to say.
 
Leah: I mean, what I’m trying to say is that it’s time we made it fully official….that The Pistols are….we are…
 
Lizzy: WE ARE TEAMING UP AT UNSTOPPABLEEEEEEEEEE!
 
Cody: For the first time in nearly 2 years, Leah and Lizzy will be IN THE RING at Unstoppable 8 in Dallas!
 
This continues to elicit a very loud response from the crowd.
 
Cody: Girls, welcome home!
 
Leah: Thank you, it’s been long overdue.
 
Lizzy: WELCOME TO DA GUNSHOW! OH I BET YAS ‘AVE MISSED ME PUNS! But not as much as The Pistols ‘ave missed all of you.  
 
Cody can’t help himself, and ends up giving both girls another hug as Velocity heads to commercial.
 
 

[Adam Grant]

With a quick clip of the highlights of their last match at Relentless including the post match altercation with Laurel Anne Hardy, we head back to the ring as Maggie steps through the rings one last time for the evening with her microphone.
 
Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the FFW Ultraviolence Championship!!
 
Zack: This one has been a long time coming! As you just saw, Riley has earned this opportunity at Relentless and tonight here in FFW’s hometown, she has her shot at finally capturing the title she’s been chasing for months!
 
Mai: Finally, we can put this nonsense with Riley to rest once and for all. She’s not in Emma’s league, she never has been.
 
The arena lights pulse and Confrontation by Otep hits the speakers, and moment later Arya Quinn hops out with megaphone in hand. Shouting out to get the crowd pumped Quinn is joined by the Wrestling Cannonball herself, Riley Riot. Riley looks at Quinn and chuckles as the loudmouthed girl shouts “RIOT OR WE RIOT”  as they both make their way down to the ring.
 
Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Kildare, Ireland....this is RILEY RIOT!!!!
 
Riley climbed into the ring, leaving Quinn outside to cheer her on. The Irishwoman walks to the ropes and steps onto the middle rope, holding up one arm with a shout as the crowd cheers. Riley hops off and grins as she loosens up in her corner.
 
Zack: Riley Riot still has a Pick Your Poison contract in her back pocket that she won as part of Team Ireland at Global Wars. To say she has rode into 2017 with massive momentum is an understatement.
 
Mai: You know what’s going to happen WHEN she loses tonight. She’s going to cash that thing in, and keep hounding poor innocent Emma for another title shot.
 
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 her opponent, from Glasgow, Scotland, at a weight of 140 pounds, she is reigning and defending FFW Ultraviolence Champion! Representing Chaotic Temptation, this is  “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.
 
Mai: Emma’s been irritated with Riley since the day she started trying to get to her title. And tonight, she doesn’t have to worry about tables or Laurel Anne. She can totally focus on beating the ugly out of Riley, which is going to take some doing!
 
Zack: She didn’t have to worry about Laurel Anne at Relentless, the match was over. She lost that tables match, so it’s her own fault honestly that she is having this one now.
 
Referee Kevin Fisk called for the bell as both women moved towards the center of the ring. They stared at one another as the crowd had already started chanting for the Irish woman. It caused a smile to come to Riley’s face as she glanced out towards them, only to get kicked between the legs by Emma to start the mat. That made Emma smile as Riley dropped to her knees, and gave Emma free reign to start hammering right hands into her face. She pulled her head forward, only to drive her knee into it three time. It caused Riley to reel backwards on her knees before Emma hit the near side ropes behind her to put a boot to the back of her head to send her forward on the canvas. The champion produced a chain from her boot, and proceeded to wrap it around Riley’s head over her eyes and try to tighten it around the top half of her head.
 
Mai: Looks like Emma borrowed one of Missy’s chains for the night, nothing at all wrong with that. Also a good way to pop a pimple!
 
Zack: Look at Emma trying to squeeze that chain tighter and tighter over Riley’s eyes, it’s gotta be cutting into her head at the same time.
 
When Emma finally relented, she yanked the chain free of Riley’s head. Cut marks were left behind as Riley covered her eyes in pain. Emma then took the chain, and wrapped it around her fist before she decked Riley to the mat with a right hand. Quickly mounting her, the champion pelted her with more right hands with the chained fist and then got back to her feet. The live crowd was decidedly behind Riley, trying to rally her forward. Emma didn’t seem phased or amused by it as she then wrapped the chain around her elbow, and dropped it right into Riley’s head when she tried to sit up.
 
Mai: Emma knows a few good ways to use a chain, I bet even Missy is impressed watching this one. So Zack, is this supposed to be the woman who will beat Emma for the title tonight?
 
Zack: The Ultraviolence Champion is relentless with that steel chain, and to answer your question, it’s not hard to take advantage when you start the match with a low blow.
 
Emma bounced off the near side to deliver a second diving elbow to her head before she loosely grabbed the outside leg for a cover. Fisk dropped down to make the count.
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
Riley’s shoulder came up at the two count, which didn’t seem to bother Emma as she told her she had her chance to stop the match.  Emma gave some instruction to Ryan as she tossed the chain to the mat, only for her manager to produce a chair and slide it into the ring to her. Emma began to smile at the sight of it, and reached down to grab it.
 
Mai: Don’t start getting loud and upset, Zack. All of this is perfectly legal right here, and I’m impressed that it’s stayed in the ring. I figured they’d be out on the floor pretty quick.
 
Zack: Ryan gave Emma her second weapon of the evening, a steel chair. And Riley is at the non-existent mercy of the Ultraviolence Champion.
 
As Riley tried to push up to her hands and knees, Emma raised the chair high over her head and brought it crashing down against Riley’s back. It made a loud noise on collision, driving Riley back onto the canvas before Emma raised it again with a smile on her face. She nudged Riley with her foot, and brought it crashing down again across the challenger’s spine. The champion headed towards the corner, hopping onto the second turnbuckle from the inside and putting the chair under her butt before she came off with a senton using the chair onto Riley’s body. But Riot rolled out of the way, and Emma landed on the chair and nothing else. That brought the crowd back to life as Emma was frozen in pain on impact.
 
Zack: Emma was gonna come off the corner with that chair to Riley’s body, but the challenger moved and Emma just gave herself an atomic drop on the steel!
 
Mai: Yeah yeah yeah, Emma’s gone through worse than this before, Zack. Riley’s gonna have to do more than dodge if she has a hope of leaving with the Ultraviolence Championship.
 
Riot crawled away from her, grabbing the chain she had discarded earlier before she got back to her feet. As Emma tried to do the same, Riley lashed the chain across her back once and then again. It sent Emma forward, clutching her back with one hand as Riley leaned back and fired another whip with it across her butt this time. The crowd responded with each shot, encouraging Riley to do it again with another shot that sent the champion scrambling out to the floor to get away from her.
 
Zack: Look at that, Riley is whipping Emma with that chain and the champion can’t get away fast enough!
 
Mai: Do you blame her? Have you ever been whipped with a chain? You’d want to get away too, Zack.
 
It was obvious that Riley was still in some pain herself, her facial expression did little to hide it at this point. She scooped up the chair from before and stepped out to the apron. Emma rose to her feet finally at ringside and turned as Riley tossed the chair to her. On instinct, the champion caught it before Riley came off the apron with a missile dropkick that drove it right back into Emma’s head and dropped her on the spot. The challenger scooped the chair up again, and headed to the next corner. She measured the champion briefly and took off with a running senton, putting the chair under her back to drive it into Emma on the way down. Riot clutched her lower back in pain before shoving the chair away, and going for the cover.
 
Zack: Now that’s how you do a senton with a chair, and Emma’s torso may be caved in! Riot’s got the cover ringside!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
 
T-NOPE!!
 
Emma got her shoulder up immediately after the two. Riot got to her feet, dragging her by the arm and sitting her up against the ring steps. She rolled her hands for the crowd before she headed to the next corner.
 
Mai: I think I know what Riley has in mind, and I’d advise Emma to move as quickly as possible before she does it!
 
Riley measured the champion before taking off into a run and then into a cannonball senton that crushed Emma against the steps on impact. It actually knocked the top half of the steps loose. Riot got back to her feet slowly, still feeling the damage to her back as well. The champion was in clear agony as she crawled away from the steps, trying to get away from Riley as best she could. MacNamara used the barricade to help her get back to her feet. But when she turned around, Riley bolted towards her into a spear that broke through that section of the barricade and into steps! The crowd erupted as Riley grabbed the outside leg for the cover on top of the broken piece of the barricade!
 
Zack: A thunderous SPEAR and Riley broke the barricade...and possibly Emma’s back! New champion!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
Emma barely got her shoulder up in time, causing Fisk to hold up only two fingers. Riley checked with him to be sure as she took got back to her feet, yanking the barricade wall out from under Emma.
 
Mai: Look how amazing Emma is! That would have put pretty much the entire roster out for at least three, but not YOUR reigning and defending Ultraviolence Champion, Zack!
 
Riley moved around to get behind the champion as she was beginning to get up finally. Emma used the handrail that led up the steps to do just that with Riley positioning herself behind her. As MacNamara was raising up to stand, Riley took off and went for a one handed bulldog! But Emma shoved her away, and sent her abdomen first into the same handrail. It doubled Riley over it in pain as Emma pulled herself together, and charged for with a running kneelift that snapped Riley’s back for a second before she hung over it again.
 
Zack: Did you see Riley’s head snap backwards off that knee lift? It looked like a Pez dispenser! I’ll give Emma credit, she’s one of the toughest human beings walking the face of this Earth!
 
Mai: Of course, she is! You can’t be the Ultraviolence Champion without being able to take enormous sums of punishment.
 
Emma moved in, grabbing Riley’s head as she was doubled over the handrail. And with a sick smile, she pulled her back till her feet were hanging onto the rail and then spiked her with a DDT to the floor.  She immediately dropped to make the cover as Fisk tried to find a place he could make the count as security was trying to keep the fans at bay.
 
Mai: That’s concrete right there! And if there was a brain in Riley’s head, it would have just gotten scrambled! Emma’s leaving with her title, and rightfully so!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
Riley’s shoulder popped up in time, causing Emma to mutter something not fit for some audiences. She climbed back to her feet, still feeling the effects of the damage she had already taken.
 
Zack: It’s gonna take one hell of an effort for Emma to put Riley away, she’s chased this title for so long! And now the time has arrived for her to finally make it happen!
 
Emma headed back to ringside, pulling up the apron and dragging out a table. She asked Ryan to set it up for her, which he began to do as Emma headed back for Riley. The challenger was clutching her head in pain for obvious reasons before Emma hoisted her over one shoulder. She glanced to see the table set up with a smile, and then pointed to the post. The champion took off, driving Riley head and shoulder first into the steel ringpost and then depositing her on top of the table as she headed up to the apron.
 
Mai: I just love watching Emma in matches like this, she’s so resourceful. She’ll use anything that’s available: chains, chairs, steps, and now even the post!
 
Zack: I’m not sure whether her head or her shoulder got the worst of that one, but either way, the challenger is laying prone on that table!
 
With Riley laying on her back on the table, Emma grabbed the ropes as she stood on the apron, using them for a springboard into a moonsault! But Riley rolled off the table, and Emma put herself through it instead and into the floor! The Los Angeles crowd was getting loud all over again as Riley held her head in pain, but forced herself to her feet. She climbed up onto the apron herself now, going to the far side of and then running down it before delivering her cannonball senton to Emma’s body! It sent her rolling off with the impact, causing her to freeze up in pain as well before she rolled over and crawled into the cover. Fisk dropped in position to count.
 
Zack: That’s one of her favorite moves! Riot with the cannonball senton from the apron right into Emma amidst the wreckage of that table!
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
 
Emma’s shoulder came up again, causing Riley to once more check with the official to confirm it. Her face fell as she only saw two fingers, and got back to her feet. Ryan pulled Emma up, and helped her back into the ring before the referee admonished him for getting involved. Riley headed back inside with Emma crawling towards the other side of the ring now.
 
Mai: What’s the referee’s problem? Ryan didn’t touch Riley! What, is she jealous because that Troll doll who manages her couldn’t pull her up if her life depended on it?
 
Riley followed after her as Emma made it to the corner. When she did and saw Riley coming, she used a monkey flip to send the challenger into the turnbuckles. MacNamara rolled out under the bottom rope, and began to crawl and finally stagger up the ramp towards the back.  Riley got her wits about her, and rolled out to follow her. Emma made it to the curtain, and headed through the exact way she came out with the camera following behind her. She was halfway out of the gorilla position when Riley came through the curtain in pursuit. Production assistants scattered as Emma seemed to be heading towards the locker rooms, only for Riley to pick up a burst of speed to catch up to her. She grabbed her blue hair, and then rammed her face first into a wall. The champion stumbled backwards before Riley scooped her up, and dropped her with a spinebuster to the floor. She quickly rolled through to make the cover as the referee had caught up with them.
 
Zack: Emma’s back exploded across the floor in the back! And I don’t blame our production team for getting the hell out of there!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
 
Mai: O frabjous day! Sorry, Riley! You might can put her through a table, but you can’t pin her to save your life.
 
Emma’s arm popped up in time, and then jammed a thumb into Riley’s eye after that. The brunette was blinded as Emma clutched her back, and continued to try to get away from her.  She crawled away, making it around the corner where she saw Sam Maxwell sitting and looking at something on his tablet. When he looked up, she shoved him out of the chair and took that tablet. As Riley came around the corner after her, Emma cracked it across her face! Glass shattered everywhere as Sam was not happy about his tablet getting wrecked. When Emma glared back at him, the furry faced producer took off. MacNamara grabbed one of the broken glass shards from the tablet screen, and pulled Riley up on her knees and tried to drive it into her eye! Riot barely stopped her, holding her wrist with both hands as Emma tried to drive it into her eye socket!
 
Mai: Riley needs to keep an eye on Emma, because she may not have the other for long! Ha, I made a funny!
 
Zack: What kind of sick, demented woman tries to take out another human being’s eye?!?! The fact is Emma never wants to face Riley again, and she’ll end her career if that’s what it takes to ensure that happens!
 
With Emma still trying to drive the shard in, Riley caught her with a palm thrust to the throat that caused her to stumble backwards. The champion was coughing, and trying to catch her breath before Riley kicked the shard out of her hand. When the champion turned around, Riot scooped her up over one shoulder and took off across the room with a running powerslam that exploded through a door! The camera followed them into what looked to be a storage room.
 
Zack: I don’t know if that door was locked before, but it’s damn sure not anymore! Riley drove Emma through it like a locomotive!
 
Mai: Where are they anyway? Looks like one of the storage areas here at Staples to me.
 
Riley made it to her feet, still very sore as she looked around for the lights since the room was pitch black. She headed towards the door they just came through, and began feeling for a switch. When she finally found it and flipped it on, Emma wasn’t in sight and they saw it wasn’t a storage room at all. And then, the sound of a crank being pulled from somewhere inside.
 
Mai: Where’s Emma?! And….what’s that noise?
 
The sound of a motor coming to life could be heard as a loud whirring began to whine through the room. Riley turned back around as Emma had found an electric weed trimmer!
 
Zack: That’s not storage, that’s a maintenance closet! And what the hell has she got?!
 
Mai: She REALLY IS gonna end Riley’s career!!
 
Emma charged towards her, aiming the end of the weed eater towards her head. Riley ducked underneath it as the motor quit all of a sudden. When Riot turned back around, Emma spun into her and crashed the side of the weed eater into Riley’s head (luckily not the blade part)! Riot dropped like a rock as Emma threw the weed eater to the floor and dove on top of her for the cover. Fisk dropped to count.
 
Zack: JESUS...THAT WEED EATER CAUGHT HER RIGHT ON THE HEAD!!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
 
The referee called for the bell as trainers poured into the maintenance closet. Ryan pulled Emma away from the fray, holding her up as the referee raised her hand.
 
Mai: I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone use a weed eater….not like that! I hope you’re satisfied, Riley….when you wake up, at least!
 
Zack: Thank God Riley ducked the business end of that weed eater, but she couldn’t duck the engine when Emma crashed it into her skull.
 
Maggie: Here is your winner…….AND STILL FFW Ultraviolence Champion…………..EMMA MACNAMARA!!
 
Trainers tended to Riley, while two more came to check on Emma as she had her hand raised. Ryan held her up as she hung from his side, clearly exhausted but a sickening smile forming on her face as she looked back to see the trainers helping her opponent.
 
Zack: Emma Mac has retained her title, and tried to put Riley out of wrestling at the same time! That’s gonna do it for us at Breaking Point! We’ll see you at Velocity!
 
As Ryan raised Emma’s hand while the trainers checked on her, the cameras spotted Mallory Bennett watching from several feet away. Fade to black.