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FFW Breaking Point - June 17, 2017

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Live from the BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma
June 17, 2017


The FFW logo flashes across the screen before we see a video package of some of the events from Future Shock Invasion this past Tuesday. The first clip shows the controversy ending the Future Shock Championship with Anna Giovanna ultimately becoming the new champion. We also see the closing moments of a successful Aspire Ring defense by Harley Shannon as she defeats Caitlyn Storm.
 
Courtesy of Future Shock Invasion
 
Zack: That’s the STORM RISING!! AND WAIT!!
 
Harley ducked underneath it, causing Caitlyn to land on her feet with a shout of pain. Shannon yanked her legs out from under her, and immediately fell to the mat with an inverted figure four leglock! The crowd came to its feet again as Caitlyn screamed in pain!
 
Lyn: ANOTHER FIGURE FOUR!
 
With all the damage already done, the challenger couldn’t withstand it much longer. After a scant few seconds, she tapped the mat and Stringer called for the bell. Shannon let go immediately.
 
Lyn: THE FIRST DEFENSE IS DOWN!
 
Harley climbed to her feet, and got her hand raised in victory before the referee gave her the Aspire Ring once again. She fell back against the ropes, trying to get herself together as Gaby made it official.
 
Gaby: Here is your winner…..AND STILL the Aspire Ring bearer……...HARLEY SHANNON!!
 
Zack: Harley Shannon came to London with one hell of a game plan, and executed it to perfection! Harley Shannon has retained the Aspire Ring in the most technical match I’ve seen in Future Shock lately!
 
Lyn: Exceptionally paced, this one was but take nothing away from Storm, she threw the book at Shannon!
 
Harley made it over to Caitlyn, helping her to her feet and raising her hand as well to quite the roar from the crowd.
 
Zack: Win or lose, Caitlyn Storm gave a career defining performance in my opinion! She fought on one leg, and damn near took this match more than once! Caitlyn’s gonna be a star!!
 
Lyn: Gonna be? Zack my man, she’s already one. Just hear that ovation.

 
~ ~ ~
 
The call ups of both Angelina Fantastica and O.E. Ayano are shown as well. We also see the successful debut of Valerie McKinley before watching NHB overcome Ascension to advance in the Future Shock Tag Title Tournament.
 
Courtesy of Future Shock Invasion
 
As Isis started to rise, Angela shoved her back into the ropes and got her arms tied up in them as a result. She turned back around to help her partner up. After that, Angela hoisted Valentina onto her shoulders while Jem headed for the corner. As Angela was falling backwards, Jem connected with a spinning heel kick from the top rope and immediately made the cover! Lizzy darted into position as well.
 
Zack: DEVASTATION DAY DEVICE!!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
 
Lizzy called for the bell to a roar from the crowd as Angela helped her partner up to her feet. Taylor raised both of their hands with a smile on her face.
 
Lyn: N-H-B JUST KNOCKED OFF THE TORNADO TAG CHAMPS!
 
Gaby: Here are your winners and advancing in the tournament………….NHB!!!
 
The London crowd roared in approval as Lizzy gave both girls a hug, and raised their hands in all four directions for the crowd. Angela and Jem shared a hug with each other, though Angela was having to hold Jem up somewhat.
 
Zack: I’m sure tomorrow Ascension will be bitching about Lizzy, but for tonight, NHB came home and picked up a massive victory to move onto the next round!
 
Lyn: Well they can complain all the way back home... I don’t think it’ll fall on sympathetic ears.

 
~ ~ ~
 
As the video package concludes, we go inside the arena on a live shot as the crowd is roaring as they see themselves on live television.
 
Zack: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to Tulsa, Oklahoma! You are looking live at a sold out BOK Center as we continue on the road to Unstoppable! You just saw just a few of the many highlights from this past Tuesday’s Future Shock Invasion event in London! It was a night to remember!
 
Mai: We got the new Future Shock Champion on the card tonight actually, because she can’t keep her nose out of other people’s business. So Eileen is gonna break it for her!
 
Zack: We’ll see about that, Missy makes her main roster debut as well as the fourth graduate from the show when she meets the third graduate in Kassidy. But the main event, oh boy! Steph has to find a way to do something she’s never been able to do and topple Rhea Laskaris in a huge rematch!
 
Mai: Trust me, she won’t do it! Rhea’s beat her in singles and tag matches of late, she has nothing left to prove, if you ask me! Don’t forget about our glorious Tornado Tag Champions who were ROBBED at Invasion as they dethrone a couple Queens.
 
Zack: It’s definitely a full night, and we’ll find out who is going to take Felicity Banks up on her challenge for Unstoppable! I have no idea who it is, but we’ll find out tonight. And right after this, the #1 contender to the No Surrender Championship, Natalya Demidov, will meet half of the Unity Champions in Mel Avilo!
 
A quick flash of the FFW logo is shown on the screen before we go inside the Future Shock Center with a song just barely playing in the background as a young woman steps up to a dumbbell with a lot of plates. “One Woman Army” by Porcelain Black starts to pick up in volume in the background. She glances up to the TV as she takes a deep breath, with flashes of Emma MacNamara cracks her knuckles, Eileen Amaro delivering a nasty clothesline, Sophia Pike applying her Fujiwara armbar, and then the Scarborough Fair climbing both sides of a ladder. The woman in the Center tries to pick the weights up, but doesn’t quite make it before she drops them back to the floor.
 
Another glance to the television as Steph Stefano taps her newspaper against her hand, Mika  standing next to Karina with a smile on her face, Misty Whitmore pounding her fists into the mat, Ruby Tyler climbing the turnbuckles with a smile on her face. Isis delivering the Voyage to Armageddon, Scarlett Silver glancing over her shoulder, and finally Felicity Banks looking down at a scorpion in her hand. The woman in the Center grabs the dumbbell again, and with a scream, she pulls it up over her head. From there, Breaking Point takes its first commercial break.





Maggie: The opening contest of Breaking Point is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
 
The opening riff of Velvet Revolver’s “She Builds Quick Machines” slices out of the PA system as the house lights dim, only to be brought back up with a burst of light when the instruments kick in together in a flash of yellow and blue. From the curtain in that moment steps Mel Avilo to the jeers of the fans. She takes a quick dip of a bow, spinning in a circle as she straightens up, grinning as though mocking the fans.
 
Maggie: Introducing first, she weighs in at 150 pounds, hailing from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil by way of Craigleith, MEL AVILO!
 
I can feel it when you pull straight down,
I can feel it when they stood their ground.
 
Roll over right, keep it through the night.
Right, right, keep it through the night.
Right in my sight, keep it through the night.
I’ll smash right through your spotlight.

 
Bobbing her head to the music, Mel heads down the ramp. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself up on the apron using the ropes and looks out around her before stepping into the ring, where she heads to her corner, jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and raises a fist into the air, shouting out “I’ll smash right through your spotlight”. She then jumps down and settles in her corner as the music fades out.
 
Zack: Mel Avilo has a date with the BSX when she defends the Unity titles against them with Bianca at Unstoppable 8. But this is a whole other challenge.
 
Mai: Natalya is over seven feet, and has a title date herself. She's going to fall short...get it....against Savannah for the No Surrender title that night.
 
The dirty drums of Imagine Dragons' "Gold" hits the sound system, and as a soft whistle joins the percussion, Natalya walks through the entrance gate. First with her head low, she brings her chin up and stares straight into the ring, nodding to herself in reassurance before proceeding to walk down the entrance ramp.
 
Maggie: And her opponent... From Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "Nature’s Mistake"... NATALYA DEMIDOV!
 
Natalya nods softly to the audience and the reactions coming her way as she tracks down the way,  before she climbs into the ring by hopping onto the apron and passes over the top rope, entering the ring and waiting for the competition, without any kind of flair.
 
Zack: There is no taller of a challenge around here than Natalya Demidov. Ever since leaving her former partner, she's sought to reinvent herself and be someone fans can like and respect.
 
Mai: Yeah, and it kinda makes me nauseous. Imagine having legs like that, and worrying about what these nimrods think.
 
As Maggie leaves the ring, referee Stephen Wilson proceeds to check both women for anything untoward before calling for the bell. Mel leaves her corner first and manages to make it to Natalya to deliver a boot to chest (she had aimed for her face but the height difference made it fall a little short), before the blonde had made it very far from her corner at all. Natalya rocks back on her feet slightly but doesn’t topple, managing to keep herself upright with relevant ease. Mel attempts the boot for a second time but Natalya is ready for her this time and catches hold of her leg before lifting her up above her head in a military press. She holds her for a second before throwing her over the top rope. Mel lands on the apron and quickly reaches out to grab hold of the bottom rope to stop herself from falling off to the arena floor.
 
Zack: Natalya is showing off the advantage her height and size gives her very early on and while the crowd seem to have enjoyed that move, Mel looks less than impressed.
 
Mai: And why should she be impressed? Natalya is just being a thug to poor Mel.
 
Natalya makes quick strides to the ropes but Wilson quickly steps in front of her before she reaches them, telling her she has to back off and let Mel get back in the ring. Meanwhile Mel uses the ropes to steady herself as she gets back to her feet with a thunderous look on her face. Nipping back into the ring while Natalya is still being admonished by the referee, she side steps passed Wilson and delivers another big boot to Natalya. This time aiming much lower at the knee of the blonde. Again Natalya only rocks back a little, but Mel follows with a second quickly to the exact same spot which this time brings her down to her knees. Taking advantage of the position Mel follows just as quickly with a kick to Natalya’s face which sends the blonde flat on her back.
 
Mai: Timber!
 
Zack: Mel adapted quickly after her first boot didn’t work as she wanted it to and she’s managed to put Natalya on her back. Keeping her there is a different story though.
 
Demidov pulls herself back to her knees with speed and narrowly ducks as Mel aims another kick towards her head. The missed kick doesn’t deter Mel in the slightest and she takes hold of the blonde’s arm to land a double knee armbreaker that draws a yell of pain from Natalya. As Natalya cradles her arm, Mel pops back up to her feet and attempts the kick again, this time managing to contact straight to her head while Natalya is distracted by her arm, flattening the blonde for a second time. Straight away Mel goes for the cover and Wilson drops into position for the count.
 
Mai: See, it’s simple Zack. If she won’t stay down then Mel just puts her down again. And if she stays down like a good little...uh, big girl then we’ll all be happy.
 
ONE!!!
 
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
Natalya powers out just after the one, sending Mel backwards off her with force. Mel gathers herself quickly and pops back up to her feet, well ahead of Natalya who takes her time, giving her head a little shake in the process.
 
Zack: Natalya proving she has plenty left in her yet with that power out of the cover that caught Mel off her guard. She’s going to need to dig deep if she has any chance of trying to keep her down long enough for a three count.
 
As soon as Natalya is back to her knees again, Mel goes for yet another kick to her head but comes up short when Natalya lunges forward and wraps her arms around the brunette’s leg at knee height. With her arms wrapped and a push forward, Mel crashes to the canvas with a thud. Natalya gets fully back to her feet this time and pulls Mel up to hers before launching her into the corner. Mel crashes chest first and as she bounces off Natalya catches her around the waist and lifts her up for a German suplex. Mel lands heavily and bounces a little following the impact bringing the crowd to their feet in support of the blonde as she goes down for a cover of her own. Mel tries to avoid the attempt by rolling under the bottom rope, but before she can Natalya catches her by the legs and drags her back into the centre of the ring.
 
Zack: Mel tried her damnedest to escape but Natalya has other ideas in mind and now the co-holder of the Unity Championships is in a position she really would have been better avoiding.
 
Abandoning her cover attempt, Natalya instead picks Mel back up to her feet again and fires her across into the ropes. The brunette rebounds off and narrowly manages to duck Natalya’s waiting arms and instead continues on to the opposite ropes. Bouncing off those she returns to Natalya and delivers a kick to her knee which straight away drops the blonde to one knee. Running back to the ropes again, Mel bounces off them but by the time she returns to Natalya, she is back on her feet and she stops the brunette in her tracks when she sends her flipping over and dropping like a sack of potatoes with a clothesline that nearly takes her head off her shoulders, much to the delight of the Tulsa crowd.
 
Zack: Somebody may want to check that Mel’s head is still attached to her body after that ring shaking clothesline.
 
Mai: That was just uncalled for. There’s no need for that kind of violent outburst.
 
Quickly getting back to her feet once more, Natalya drags Mel up to her feet and clocks her with an elbow to the side of her head, before spinning her around. With the brunette now facing away from her, Natalya hits her with another elbow shot, this time to her back to bend her forwards. The blonde pulls Mel’s arm back between her legs and hooks the other arm to lift her up and deliver a pumphandle slam, planting Mel back first on the canvas. Wasting no time and not allowing Mel to roll away this time, Natalya throws her arm over the brunette’s chest for the cover.
 
Zack: A picture perfect pumphandle slam from Natalya and she made sure Mel couldn’t roll away this time. Although that might have been a little unnecessary as I don’t think she could have, no matter how much she wanted to.
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!
 
Mel rolls her shoulder off the canvas and Natalya gets back to her knees looking frustrated. She looks to Wilson for confirmation that it was only a two before getting back to her feet and pacing around the brunette.
 
Mai: I don’t know why she needs confirmation, that was very obviously only a two. Perhaps she needs an abacus to help her with that difficult calculation.
 
Mel quietly and slowly gets back to her knees and when Natalya’s back is turned to her she kicks out catching her in the back of the knee. Caught unawares, the blonde immediately drops down to one knee. She stands straight back up only for Mel to do the exact same thing again to drop her down again this time to both knees. Mel gets back to her feet and quickly starts firing elbows into the side of Natalya’s head, making the blonde sway to the side from the impact. Natalya raises her hands to protect her head and Mel instantly switches to driving forearms across the back of the blonde’s neck and shoulders. As soon as Natalya moves her hands to try and protect that area, Mel goes back to firing elbows into the side of her head.
 
Mai: Mel was just biding her time and now she’s getting into her swing. Even someone as big as Natalya is going to fall if you keep hitting her in the same spot enough. It’s like chopping down a tree.
 
Zack: I can’t remember ever seeing a tree that could you pick you up and throw you across the ring though.
 
Mai: She would need to be able to get up to do that and Mel very clearly isn’t letting that be an option.
 
Firing another succession of forearms across Natalya’s neck and shoulders for good measure, Mel takes off for the ropes and rebounds off them before coming back to use a bulldog to plant Natalya face first into the canvas. Grabbing her by the hair, Mel pulls her back up to her knees and keeping hold of her head starts to fire stiff rights into the other side. As Natalya sways a little groggily, Mel takes off to the robes in front of Natalya and after bouncing off them she returns and leaps to use a hurricanrana this time to plant the blonde. Scrambling over quickly she rolls Natalya onto her back and throws one arm over her chest, and uses the other to hook her leg for good measure. Wilson drops into position for the count.
 
Zack: All those head shots and Natalya is down. This could be Mel’s chance to make that all she wrote on this one.
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!
 
Natalya pops her shoulder off the mat right at the last second and Mel gets back to her feet going toe to toe with Wilson, telling him that was a three. He insists it wasn’t and Mel lets out what can only be described as a frustrated snarl.
 
Mai: Mel is not happy with the referee’s call and with good that reason. Anybody can tell that was a three, come on!
 
Zack: It was definitely a two and the referee has confirmed as much.
 
Giving her head a shake following the earlier strikes from Mel and gets back to her feet behind the brunette. Before Mel has chance to figure out what is happening, Natalya moves quickly, wrapping her arms around Mel’s waist and using a German suplex to dump her unceremoniously on the canvas. Rather than go for a cover Natalya gets into position at Mel’s feet and grabs her legs. She lifts them up and gets into position to step over and lock in the inverted cloverleaf. Mel screams in pain as the pressure immediately starts on her back and legs. Wilson asks Mel if she wants to give in but she shakes her head in the negative.
 
Zack: RUSSIAN TORTURE ALPHA from a 7ft Natalya and Mel is going to be in a world of pain right now. She won’t be able to last long in that position before it gets too much for her. Unless she’s secretly super human and we just don’t know it yet.
 
Mel desperately tries to reach out towards the ropes, but Natalya spots her and pulls her back towards the centre. When she’s got her smack bang in the middle of the ring, the blonde leans forward to apply more pressure, bringing another yell of pain of Mel and cheers from the Tulsa crowd. Wilson again asks if Mel want’s to give in and doesn’t get a response as Mel grits her teeth against the pain. Natalya leans forwards even more, as far as she can, applying maximum pressure.
 
Mai: She’s going to break her legs if she goes any further forward. This is a travesty!
 
Natalya tightens her grip and starts to try and lean forward even more. The pain is clear on Mel’s face and just as Wilson is about to ask for a third time, Mel reluctantly brings her hand down to the canvas to tap out.
 
Wilson immediately calls for the bell and Natalya releases the hold immediately to stand up straight with a smile on her face.
 
Maggie: Your winner via submission……..NATALYA DEMIDOV!
 
Zack: Mel tried to resist as long as possible but she really had nowhere to go in the middle of the ring and Natalya looked like she could’ve held that all day.
 
Mai: Mel is smart, she wouldn’t risk a serious injury for the sake of one match. She lives to fight another day!
 
As Natalya gets her hand raised by Wilson, Mel pulls herself up to a seated position still visibly feeling the affects of the hold. Natalya smiles at the cheering crowd before leaving the ring and making her way back up the ramp. The camera follows her before cutting elsewhere.












We Are Wolves

A short highlight package from this past Tuesday’s Future Shock Invasion event in London airs next, focusing on the closing moments of the Future Shock Championship match that saw Anna Giovanna defeat Cereza to capture the title. Also shown is Qilin grabbing Cereza’s leg to cause her to look away for a moment, and give Anna the opening she needed to hit her right hand.
 
Courtesy of Future Shock Invasion
 
As Cereza rebounded off the ropes, Qilin grabbed her foot. The champion didn’t go down though, but stumbled and turned around to the raven haired herald. Qilin’s eyes widened as she looked up at the champion before Cereza turned around into Anna’s right cross to her jaw!
Lyn: LA MANO DE DIO! GOOD! NIGHT!

The challenger dropped on top of her, and hooked the leg for the cover as the referee fell into position to count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell as Anna rolled off the cover, trying to catch her breath. She started to get to her feet, and then had her hand raised to a roar!

Gaby: Here is your winner………..AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEW FFW Future Shock Champion…..ANNA GIOOVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Zack: We got a new champion, Anna just became the ACE OF FUTURE SHOCK!!

Fisk handed her the title, which she took and stared at herself in the reflection before thrusting it high into the air to a roar. Anna thrust the title over and over again, shouting into the crowd as she climbed the turnbuckle to raise it once more.

Lyn: She’s finally taken her place as the champion and that makes the third of the infamous Nineteen to hold a championship. The champion of the season to be exact!

Anna was clearly ecstatic, looking at her title in front of her till she lowered it...and saw Qilin standing on the floor clapping her hands. The new champion gave her a long stare before glancing back to Cereza.

Zack: I think Anna just realized Qilin was here, and that expression….I’m not sure she was invited, Lyn.

Lyn: I think I finally get it, Zack. Qilin is after all a herald, the harbinger... And look who’s come to join us.

Anna glanced from Qilin, who was still clapping for her, back to the stage where Sunny stood with her arms crossed under her chest.

 
~ ~ ~
 
When the video came to an end, next we find Sunny & Qilin looking at the monitor that just replayed what happened. Qilin had a disappointed look on her face, muttering something into the crystal skull she ran those long nails over, while Sunny’s eyes were locked dead on the camera.
 
Qilin: The purpose is missed, the gift spat on, and nobody thinks of the positives. Now even I am threatened and over what? Not realizing to lift your foot? No it is entirely my fault, entirely. Perhaps I should have the title then.
 
The pale woman looked up and smirked a moment before chuckling and going back to...whatever the hell it was she was doing.
 
Sunny: Adversity. So many people see it as an excuse, all those people are narrow minded fools who think I see this all like a game. You think that I am playing just like others do, you think I am comparable to those you have met in the past. You think...yet you do not process. You stop mid-thought on an old idea and just assume the rest. Adversity builds us up, but it also shows us our true colors. What does it say about you, Cereza, when adversity hits you and you threaten those who cannot harm you? What does it say when you win, Anna, and one little thing changes your entire view of the match. Cereza wasn’t harmed by Qilin, nor was she incapacitated either. But no, you want to blame, to feel your victory is unjust. Rather you have helped gift Cereza with further adversity, and you have been given your own adversity. Gold. And all that comes with it. We are not sheep, remember this. We are wolves. And wolves hunt, they do not dwell on how they got their prey, just that they got it.
 
Sunny smirked a little and leaned back, brushing Qilin’s cheek as the prophet chuckled and we fade out.
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Maggie Rourke: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
 
The lights begin to swirl around the arena while “Still Speedin” by Sway begins to play over the PA system. Gradually, Anna Giovanna emerges through the curtains, the hood in her boxing robe covering her face as she makes her way to the entrance ramp, throwing a few combinations and strikes before slowly raising her hands up in the air while looking up at the sky, smoke jets on both sides of the ramp emerging up alongside her as the crowd applauds and cheers in approval.
 
Maggie Rourke: Introducing first! From San Diego, California via Naples, Italy…and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-five pounds…she is the FFW FUTURE SHOCK CHAMPION…SHE IS THAT YOUNG KNOCKOUT KID…ANNAAAAAAAAAAA…GIOVANNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
After soaking in the crowd reaction for a moment, she bites down on her mouth guard, showcasing it to the camera with a confident nod before she begins to walk down the entrance ramp, nodding to the beat of the music and getting herself in rhythm before she breaks on a run down the ramp and jumps right into the first turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope with remarkable agility as she plays to the crowd by bringing her right arm up, indicating she’s going in with the intent of knocking people out tonight before as she undoes part of the rope, pointing to the FFW Future Shock Championship she just recently won.
 
Zack: What an ovation for the FFW Future Shock Champion, as she makes her first appearance here at Breaking Point in quite some time.
 
Mai: She had help, Hudson. The Worthy chose to assist her and they got no thanks for it. Way I see it, the new “Ace” is as much of a paper champion as her opponent is known for being a chok- OH WHAT THE HELL?!
 
The crowd in Tulsa was just as shocked as Mai Hotaru as one of the camera angles caught Anna Giovanna eating a kendo stick flush to the head while in the turnbuckle, falling down like a sack of potatoes as the boos began to emerge while Eileen Amaro now stood on the apron, a look of contempt on her face while Bobby B. Barabbas stood on the floor, nodding in approval as his client made her way through the ropes and smashed the kendo stick across Giovanna’s stomach, the boos beginning to rain down as referee Stephen Wilson looked bewildered at the concept, immediately getting himself between Amaro and Giovanna and telling Eileen to drop the kendo stick right there and then!
 
Zack: Where the hell did Eileen Amaro come from?!?!
 
Mai: I don’t know, but this...this is actually ingenious for our resident choke artist. She’s growing on me, Hudson. And that kinda scares me…
 
Amaro wasn’t keen on hearing any lip from the referee, simply moving past him and raising the kendo stick up high as Giovanna attempted to make it to a seated position but referee Stephen Wilson isn’t having any of it, as he tries to take the kendo stick from Amaro’s hands and even goes as far as getting on her face and screaming he will disqualify her if she does it again...so Eileen Amaro decides to take the route more often traveled, by raising her hands up and taking two steps back...before swinging the kendo stick right at Stephen Wilson’s skull, flooring him promptly as the boos become louder.
 
Mai: ...Well, that’s another fine right there.
 
Zack: This isn’t a match anymore, Mai. This is plain, sheer violence and it's running away from fighting the Future Shock Champion. Not to mention, it is disgusting. How could Eileen Amaro stoop this low?
 
Mai: Easy, Hudson. She got challenged to a fight by a practical rookie, Jo McFarlane is in the Unstoppable main event instead of her and she has to deal with that rotten cow in Stephanie Stefano. I’d be angry too.
 
Zack: OH COME ON NOW!
 
Hudson’s comments in question now are to the fact that Eileen Amaro has unbuckled the FFW Future Shock Championship with her other hand and proceeded to hurl it right at Giovanna’s face from nearly point-blank range. As blood can now be seen coming from Anna’s nose, Eileen drops the kendo stick down and mounts Anna Giovanna, beginning to rain down left and right hands upon her face to which Anna begins to cover on instinct...but her guard is eventually broken through, as “The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling” follows suit with punches to further the bleeding out of Anna’s nose before shaking her head in disgust as the cameraman gets a close-up of Eileen’s blank stare at the one who was to be her opponent this evening.
 
Wiping strands of her hair out of her face, Eileen Amaro gradually picks up the kendo stick once again with one hand while the other grabs strands of the pink dyed hair in Anna Giovanna, dragging her across the ring and to the bottom rope. Barabbas nods in approval from the outside as Eileen then forces Giovanna’s jaw open, smacking her in the back of the head when she tries to bite down before forcing her to bite down on the bottom rope. This time around, compared to Stefano’s situation last week, Bobby B. Barabbas holds Anna’s head in place to ensure no fight is to be had while Amaro grips the kendo stick tightly and begins to step back.
 
Zack: Oh no, not this again…
 
Mai: She’s going to do it, Hudson. Stefano’s still got a main event to think about and there’s no one else in the arena that can save her.
 
But as Eileen Amaro goes to move forward, the crowd changes their tone from boos to cheers as another one of the cameraman catches an angle focused near the commentator’s booth which sees Vanessa Cade in street clothes literally jumping the barricade and booking it to slide into the ring at the fastest speed she can muster, grabbing the kendo stick from behind Eileen Amaro just as she is about to swing and throwing it aside. As Amaro turns around, she is then met by right hands from Cade, as the two women begin to brawl back and forth to the roar of the crowd...that is, anyway, until Amaro rakes Cade right across the eyes and forces Vanessa to take a few steps back. A look of rage on her face, Eileen immediately puts a wrist-clutch on Vanessa and attempts to turn her around for “The Riptide...”
 
BUT EILEEN AMARO EATS A GOLDEN ELBOW INSTEAD!!!
 
The FFW Faithful in Tulsa roar and cheer in their approval as Vanessa Cade stares down Eileen Amaro’s fallen body for a moment, shaking her head before her eyes shift to Bobby B. Barabbas, who promptly lets go of Anna Giovanna as Vanessa steps to near the ropes and reaches for the manager, who steps back with a Cheshire-cat grin while Cade hurls a threat that she’ll fucking kill him for this. However, her concern shifts to Anna Giovanna as Vanessa begins to help her student back to her feet...ONLY TO THEN GET BLINDSIDED BY SOPHIA PIKE!
 
Mai: YES!!!! SOPHIA IS HERE TO MAKE THE ODDS EVEN!!!
 
Zack: Sophia Pike ambushing Vanessa Cade from behind and now, even Anna Giovanna is getting stomped on by her.
 
“The Emerald City Siren” isn’t taking any prisoners, as the stomps and punches are dealt to both Giovanna and to Vanessa Cade before Pike decides to focus on her Unstoppable opponent, dragging her up to her feet by her blond hair and then proceeding to promptly pick Vanessa Cade up and off the mat, putting her into position...and dropping her with the Emerald City Flowsion! At this point, Eileen Amaro has regained her senses and just seen Sophia Pike execute the Flowsion onto Cade and as she looks over at Pike, there’s almost a tense moment as the two step forward into the ring, eyes locked and narrowed as if a fight could break out…
 
But then the two break off in separate directions, with Sophia Pike locking in the Space Needle on Vanessa Cade while Eileen Amaro places Anna Giovanna in the White Squall! The submissions are locked in full and the boos begin to rain down once again in Tulsa, as neither of the attackers look to break from the submission holds at any point while Cade and Giovanna are screaming in pain, both trying to crawl towards the ropes or anything they can hold onto.
 
This goes on for a few seconds...but then the cheering starts again and this time, we see Stephanie Stefano making a beeline for the squared circle and in her hands, she has something that nobody was expecting to see on this particular evening.
 
A large, thick lead pipe that was far bigger and heftier than any weapon that Eileen Amaro or Sophia Pike could bring to this fight.
 
...So Amaro and Pike wisely let go of their holds and immediately roll under the bottom rope, with Bobby B. Barabbas joining them on the outside while Stefano leans up on the ropes, staring at the two of them and specifically, at Eileen Amaro herself as she takes the lead pipe and swings it right at the turnbuckle in full speed, as if to demonstrate what could very well happen if their match at Unstoppable goes to a third fall. Pike is just screaming at this point on the fact that Stefano was supposed to be on their side while Amaro has to be practically held back by Barabbas from getting in the ring, grabbing the kendo stick and trying to fight it all.
 
Before we go to commercial, we see Stefano finally dropping down to a knee and checking on Anna Giovanna’s condition while waving for the medical staff at ringside to get in...





Which Way Did She Go?

The show cuts back to the interview position, where we find Amber Carano standing by….alone. She looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights as she begins to address the viewers.
 
Amber: Hello, everyone. Amber here, and I’m supposed to be talking with our guest tonight, Night Train Ayano, about her upcoming appearance at Unstoppable 8. But...as you can see, she’s not with me.
 
She glances around to see if she spots her, the camera doing the same and not finding her either. Amber turns back to the camera as a production assistant enters the shot and whispers something into Amber’s ear. She gives the assistant a curious look before she starts to follow them down one of the hallways.
 
Amber: I’ve been informed that Night Train is currently heading for catering, so we’ll just go in there and talk with her. I guess someone forgot to let her know the format tonight. I’m sure she’s very excited to be part of Unstoppable 8 on July 29th, and--
 
As Amber turns to look into catering with the cameraman behind her, she does indeed find her guest roaming the hallways.
 
Night Train: OH DAMN ME SO THIRSTY!  NEED THAT SWEET SWEET ON MY LIPS, CAN A REAL PLAYA GET IT QUENCHED?
 
She makes some googly eyes to another production assistant as she passes him before she finds catering, and spots a Coke machine.
 
Night Train: OH SNAP!  THERE'S MY OASIS IN RANDOM PLACES!  HOLLA!
 
She quickly makes a beeline to the machine, pressing the Cherry Coke button repeatedly.
 
Night Train: POP POP POP, GIVE ME THAT CHERRY!
 
She says as she humps the vending machine. Amber stares in silence as she watches her thrust her hips into the machine, tapping the button for a Cherry Coke.
 
Amber: …..Well…..maybe we’ll try again in a little while. She looks busy right now.
 
Night Train: MOLLY MOLLY OXEN FREEEEEE!
 
As Breaking Point cuts to commercial, we see Night Train continuing to dry hump the Coke machine.



Nevaeh Misses the Deadline

As we go backstage once more, we see backstage interviewer Robby Reynolds standing by.

Robby: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time has issued Nevaeh Summers a challenge for Unstoppable, and... Well, we're all waiting for an answer from her. Please welcome Leona Vega.

The image pans out to reveal the Aztec Warrior, much to the crowd's delight, as the Mexican wrestler smiles and takes a soft bow in acknowledgment.

Robby: So, you gave Nevaeh Summers and her manager Silas Mason a deadline to accept said challenge, and that deadline is tonight. But so far we have not heard from either one of them. What are your takes on that?

Leona: Well... Nevaeh's eyes are set on fighting for the FFW Championship at Unstoppable, but the match has been made and I'm positive it's not changing. It's Jo McFarlane versus Killer C. And we have to respect management for having come up with the idea. I can understand where Nevaeh is coming from, if I may be honest -- she's the former FFW Champion and she does deserve a rematch. But they believed it better not to give it to her right now. So I offered her this challenge, so she can be a part of Unstoppable, and I can get another chance at beating her.

Robby: But she did defeat you three times in a row.

Leona corsses her arms and smirks defiantly at Robby.

Leona: Is that supposed to be daunting or discouraging? If anything, it shows how great a wrestler she is. And I'm not going to downplay her. She's a former FFW Champion in her own glory, she's accomplished every single thing she's set out to do. But management wants to see something different, and if her pettiness is going to keep her away from the biggest show of the year, so be it. I'm giving her a chance to prove why she's the greatest wrestler ever. She can cleansweep her series against me, and have all the bragging rights about it. But by not taking on this challenge, she shows how cowardly and selfish she is.

Robby: Also, by turning down your challenge, you too are out of a match at Unstoppable.

Leona: ... yeah, that'd be a shame.

Leona puts up a thoughtful face, rubbing her jaw and putting some thought into the matter, before she finally turns back to Robby.

Leona: Okay, let me strike a deal with the FFW roster. If by the end of the night Nevaeh Summers doesn't come forwrd and accept my challenge, I'll make it an open challenge. I'll take anyone in the FFW roster at Unstoppable. Anyone who wants to have a place in the biggest show of the year and fight someone who's ready to make a point. If Nevaeh Summers chickens out and doesn't fight me at Unstoppable... I'm sure someone will.

And with a wink, Leona walks away, leaving the frame. On that scene, we fade into something completely different...
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After the commercial break  ends, we immediately head back to the ring and find the always lovely Maggie Rourke standing by with the Tulsa crowd making some noise.
 
Zack: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the BOK Center, and we are on the road to Unstoppable 8 on July 29th. Zack here as always, normally with Mai who will be with us later, but first I am being joined by Scarlett Silver. Her friend and fellow Chaotic Temptation member, Missy, is about to make her FFW debut.
 
Scarlett: It’s my pleasure to be here to watch Missy’s debut from the best seat in the house. I know she has been looking forward to this since it was announced.
 
Maggie: The following contest of Breaking Point is scheduled for one fall!
 
The lights in the arena go off before a single purple spotlight hits the stage. As the opening bars of “Wild Side” by Cross My Heart Hope To Die starts to play Missy appears at the entrance way. Missy stands perfectly still, as her head stays bent, looking towards the ground and her manager Christian Kincaid walks out to stand behind her.
 
I've been on my best behavior
But I've heard that good girls finish last
And once you're gone they say no one can save you
But who knows if I go I may never want to ever come back
We've all fell victim to temptation
It seems that I'm the last one holding on
What's the use in fighting for my salvation
And why does it feel so damn right to want to be so wrong

 
At the side of Missy purple lights flash on and off, looking almost like fireworks, causing a wave of oohs and cheers to escape from the crowd. As the lights subside, Missy raises her arms up to the air and a single white spotlight accompanies the move.
 
I just wanna dance with the devil tonight
I wanna know what it feels like
I wanna close my eyes, put my hands in the sky
I wanna walk on the wild side

 
Maggie: Introducing at this time…. Hailing from Leeds, England and weighing in at One hundred and twelve pounds… she is MIIIIISSSSSY!
 
Missy makes her way down the ramp to the ring keeping her eyes straight ahead, focussing on the ring, with Christian following a few steps behind. When she reaches the ring she slowly climbs the steel steps, building the crowd to fever pitch with anticipation, she climbs elegantly between the bottom and middle rope and climbs up onto the middle rope. She smirks before blowing a kiss out to the crowd as her theme music ends.
 
Zack: Missy spent her last night in Future Shock this past Tuesday at the London Invasion show, and tonight she makes her main roster debut. The fourth ever graduate better have her stamina in order though, because her opponent sure will….which my guest here knows very well.
 
Scarlett: There’s no need to worry about Missy’s stamina, she can go like the energizer bunny when she’s fired up. Which she happens to be for this one.
 
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light!
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight!
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right!
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight!

 
From the speakers loud guitar can be heard energetic and wild, “Through the Fire and Flames” by DragonForce signals the entrance of the raging redhead. Kassidy, the warrior lost in time rushes out, slapping hands of every fan she can possibly get to as her eyes gaze down upon the ring with fire behind them.
 
Maggie: Hailing from Dublin, Ireland...by way of the Faroe Islands....this is the Warrior that Time Forgot...KASSIDY!
 
Rushing down to the ring Kass slaps the hands of every single fan she can on other side, even running back once more to the entrance and again all the way back down to make sure she tags every hand she can. Running around the ring Kass then slides under the bottom, hair whipping back with a primal roar before rising and rushing to the ropes, shaking and headbanging to get the fans as pumped as she was. Spinning on her heels the redhead grins, ready for whatever may come her way.
 
Zack: The Warrior That Time Forgot has been even more charged up than normal, and she’s geared up for Unstoppable to potentially become the next Fast Track Champion when she meets Ruby Tyler and you, Scarlett.
 
Scarlett: I would recommend that she slips out of that gear then Zack, because I think we all know that out of the three of us I am naturally going to become the next Fast Track Champion. Kassidy should do us all a favour and disappear so that we can all forget her just like Time did!
 
Referee Angela Keanan calls for the bell to start the match as Kassidy starts to run in place in the corner. The crowd begins to get louder as a result when she starts pumping her hands overhead repeatedly and letting out a warrior-like scream. Missy rolls her eyes at the display before Kassidy takes off in a run towards her. But the brunette sidesteps her as Kassidy hits the ropes instead, rebounding off them and making a beeline for her again at top speed. Missy ducks out of the way again as Kassidy hits the ropes a second time, only to catch a short knee in the ribs that stops her in her tracks. With a look of anger on her face, Missy hammers clubbing blows across her back repeatedly. It drives her to her knees before Missy rakes her face across the brunette’s boot laces, and then puts her down with a one armed bulldog.
 
Scarlett: I told you she was fired up for this one and I think it’s showing. Missy doesn’t let her anger show that often but when she does...
 
Zack: She’s certainly managed to slow her down a bit better at the outset than you have in previous matches. She might be trying to give you some pointers here.
 
Missy pulls her back to her feet, driving a couple moree knees into her stomach before she shoves her back into the corner. She quickly lowers her shoulder, and starts driving in shoulder thrusts repeatedly. After connecting with five of them, Kassidy stumbles out while clutching her abdomen. Missy then hops up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, waving her fingers for her to turn around. When she does, Missy lands a flying clothesline off the middle that floors her to the mat. She rolls the Warrior onto her stomach, and mounts her back to scrub her face against the mat and slap the back of her head until she gets back to her feet.
 
Scarlett: It looks like Missy is having some fun, I’ve not seen her quite like this before but I gotta say, I like it. And I don’t need any pointers...thanks, Zack!
 
Zack: Missy is definitely taking control, and keeping it to start this match. Kassidy is known for overwhelming her opponents, but Missy hasn’t let that happen at all.
 
The brunette looks down at her with some irritation still etched on her face before dropping a knee into the back of her head. As the orange haired beauty begins to rise again though, Missy rebounds off the near side with a running kneelift that snaps her upright on her knees, only for the Leeds native to use a shining wizard immediately to the back of her head to put her down again.
 
Zack: Wicked kick right to the back of the head, and Missy isn’t going for covers so far. This is all about punishing Kassidy, and she’s taken this crowd out of the match as a result.
 
Scarlett: If Kassidy has any sense about her whatsoever she will assume the foetal position and just pray for it to be over!
 
Missy waved her fingers down at her adversary, telling her to get up as she paced around her for a moment. She told her to do it again before Kassidy actually began to do so. The Warrior started to rise to her feet as Missy clocked her with a right cross to the jaw. It staggered her backwards until Missy slapped her across the face, and Kassidy seemed to snap out of it. Missy went to nail her again, but this time, Kassidy blocked it and started firing back with shots of her own one after another. The Tulsa crowd was getting back into it again as she fired Missy across for the ride. The English beauty barely had time to rebound before Kassidy scooped her up….way up overhead into a military press before throwing her across the ring with a slam. As Missy held her back, Kassidy started running in place again and pounding her chest with the crowd getting louder in support of her.
 
Scarlett: As I thought, no sense about her whatsoever. She should have taken my advice...but even I’ve got to admit that was quite the height on that press. Helps that Missy weighs about the same as a feather.
 
Zack: I’ve never seen a slap to the face work too well, unless it’s to motivate your opponent. And that’s what we have now! Kassidy’s picking up steam, and Missy would be well served to stop her sooner than later.
 
As the Leeds native rose to her feet, Kassidy took off towards her with a running clothesline that decked her to the mat. But she kept running as Missy got up again, only to eat another clothesline before she continued her sprinting across the ring. And on the third time she got up, Kassidy left her feet with a flying shoulder tackle. The Warrior laid on her back for a moment, screaming into the crowd before nipping back up to her feet and starting to run in place again. Missy tried to move away from her, only to get snatched up from behind around the waist. And with one lift, Kassidy launched Missy with a release German suplex that sent Missy’s back and head into the turnbuckles before she hit the mat in the corner.
 
Zack: It’s like Kassidy just gets stronger and stronger during these matches. I don’t know where she finds this energy from, but Missy just met the turnbuckles at a high rate of speed! And the Warrior That Time Forgot is damn sure running the table right now!
 
Scarlett: Kassidy has just had a couple of lucky moves that’s all. Missy is made of strong stuff, she can take this and then dish it all back out. She’ll just be biding her time!
 
Kassidy yanked her opponent to her feet, and sent her across for the ride. Missy hit the opposite corner back first, causing her to nearly fall over off the impact. Only Kassidy stopped that with a corner clothesline, grabbing her arm, and firing her back again into the original corner. Missy struck against it once more back first, only to get fired across again into the next corner. Kassidy fired her so hard that it took her off her feet for a moment when Missy struck for the third time.
 
Zack: I’ve never seen someone get fired into the turnbuckle so hard! Over and over, Kassidy is manhandling Missy like a rag doll, and the fourth Future Shock graduate has no answer for it!
 
Scarlett: I feel like I’m watching a pinball game with Missy as the ball!
 
Kassidy moved towards the far side as Missy crawled away from the corner. As she used the ropes to get back to her feet, Kassidy used a running clothesline to send her over the top rope! Before she could hit the floor, Christian caught her instead. But that didn’t seem to sit well with Kassidy at all, as she began running in place all over again and shouting to the heavens.
 
Scarlett: Thankfully CK has excellent reflexes or Missy would be in a heap on the floor now….and we’re stuck with Kassidy doing her 80s Aerobic video homage again!
 
Kassidy pounded her chest, and took off for the far side. She rebounded quickly as Christian sat Missy on her feet, only for Kassidy to attempt a baseball slide. But Missy’s manager pulled the ring apron out, and Kassidy slid right behind it to her feet, getting stuck for a half second and giving Missy the chance to catch her with a superkick on the chin!
 
Scarlett: That will teach her to slow down and smell the coffee a bit, won’t it? Missy is back on her feet too, which isn’t a good thing for Kassidy.
 
Zack: Missy and Christian working like a tag team practically here, and Kassidy got her jaw jacked! She’s still hung up in the apron too, it’s open season if Missy can get herself together.
 
Kassidy leaned over the apron limp before Missy pushed her head up, and started firing elbows into her jaw. She hooked her head under one arm as Christian pulled the apron out for her, and made it easier to use a DDT to drive her head into the ringside mat. With her opponent now free of the apron and face down on the mat, Missy pulled her up and rolled her limp body into the ring before sliding into make the cover. Keanan dropped to count.
 
Zack: If Kassidy’s still conscious after that….this may be over right now!
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
 
Kassidy got her shoulder up in time before the three, causing Missy to get back to her feet. She fired a few stomps into the back of her head before setting Kassidy in position to apply a Muta Lock submission as she was bent over backwards in the process!
 
Scarlett: Playtime is over and Kassidy may wish that she’d stayed down for the count. I know CK taught Missy this hold and she’s picked it up pretty well, I’d say.
 
Keanan moved around in front of Kassidy, asking her if she wanted to submit. But the orange haired Warrior made no indication that she did, merely shouting in pain as Missy held the bridge in place where she was bent backwards. Christian moved around to her eyesight, giving some instruction to cup her hands over her mouth and nose. Missy slipped her hands to do just that, now trying to cut off Kassidy’s air at the same time.
 
Scarlett: If she doesn’t give up here there’s a good chance she’ll just pass out...that’ll be fun! She strikes me as the type to be too stubborn to do the smart thing.
 
Zack: Missy’s got this Muta Lock expertly applied, and is modifying it to her manager’s liking. Now Kassidy better find a way out sooner than later, or she’s not gonna have to tap for passing out.
 
Missy continued to pull back as the crowd started getting far louder now, trying to rally her. And the bad part for Missy was...it was working. Kassidy used her hands, clawing into the mat as she started to pull them both towards the ropes. Missy cupped her hands tighter, trying to stop her from breathing at all until Kassidy made it to the bottom rope to force the break. Keanan gave Missy a four count before she released it and got back to her feet. Kassidy wrapped her other hand around the bottom rope….and started to shake it as Missy was giving the referee a cold stare.
 
Zack: These fans in Tulsa willed Kassidy into the ropes, and uh oh….I’ve seen this before! Many times!
 
Scarlett: Well that was a little anticlimactic. I’ve seen this before too, from much closer than this. This doesn’t spell anything good for Missy if she doesn’t stop staring at the referee and get her head back in the game.
 
When Missy turned back, Kassidy was up on her knees and shaking the middle rope now. It was causing the middle rope all the way around to start shaking with her. The brunette started stomping away at her back, and then driving forearms into the back of her head. Kassidy only rose to her feet, and now vibrating the top rope with the crowd getting much louder!
 
Zack: I’ve said it many times, but Kassidy is a different kind of wrestler than I’ve ever seen! And the worst part for Missy...she’s back to her feet!
 
Missy hammered another blow into the back of her head, which only got a scream from Kassidy before she surprised her with a discus elbow to the mouth. It rocked the British beauty back a few steps before Kassidy hammered home a few more of those. Missy stumbled forward into her waiting arms, only to get launched with a t-bone suplex that sent Missy high overhead before she hit the mat. Kassidy let out a warrior’s scream again, pounding her chest before she planted Missy’s head between her legs….and scooped her up for a powerbomb across her knee!
 
Scarlett: No...no...no! This isn’t looking good for Missy at all, I’m not amused by this.
 
Zack: A powerbomb across her knee, and Missy’s in big trouble! Kassidy’s found that second gear, and this rarely ends well for whoever she’s facing!
 
Kassidy took off towards the ropes, and picked up speed on the rebound before connecting with a double knee drop into Missy’s back. She quickly rolled her over, and hooked the outside leg for the cover before the referee fell to count.
 
Scarlett: I can’t see how this could possibly end well at all. Kassidy might just have stolen this match.
 
ONE!!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
 
Missy barely got her shoulder up before the three. Kassidy sat up on her knees, looking down at her with a grin on her face...and then pounding her chest.
 
Zack: Missy got the shoulder up, this match isn’t over yet! And….I think Kassidy likes it! I think she’s all too happy to do some more damage!
 
Kassidy popped back to her feet, grabbing Missy’s legs and beginning a giant swing. Round and round faster and faster they spun with Missy’s hair flying around like she was in a dryer. The fans counted the revolutions till they made it to 9 before Kassidy fell backwards, catapulting Missy into the corner head and chest first!
 
Scarlett: I got dizzy just watching that so heaven knows how Missy is feeling after it...although that impact might have knocked the dizziness away!
 
Zack: Missy must feel like she was caught in a spin cycle, and Kassidy can smell victory! And so can this Tulsa crowd!
 
Kassidy yanked Missy out of the corner by her legs, and put them under her arms. Missy’s upper body was dragged to the center before the Warrior popped her up for her wheelbarrow suplex. But Missy surprised her and everyone else by countering into a roll through, and holding both legs in the process as tightly as possible!
 
Zack: Kassidy’s going for LOKI’S GAMBI---MISSY COUNTERED!!
 
ONE!!!
 
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
 
Kassidy couldn’t get free in time as the referee called for the bell. Missy flopped back to the mat, still obviously somewhat out of it when the bell rang.
 
Scarlett: That’s my girl! I knew she would pull something out of the bag, I just knew it! I’m buying her the biggest drink going after we leave!
 
Maggie: Here is your winner…………………..MISSY!!!!
 
Kassidy sat up, clearly not too thrilled about it as the referee told her it was a three count. Kassidy got back to her feet, soaking in the crowd reaction before the referee raised Missy’s hand in victory. Christian rolled into the ring to check on his client as Kassidy shouted in the rafters, getting a similar shout back from the crowd. She turned around, looking down to Missy’s manager and pointing at him with the crowd getting louder still.
 
Zack: Uh oh….
 
Scarlett: Ya think? Uh oh… It’s more than uh oh!
 
Zack: Where are you go--
 
Zack was cut off by a headset hitting the table as Kassidy circled around behind the manager. As she went to grab him, Scarlett crashed a chair across her back to drive her to the mat. Silver fired shot after shot into her as Christian helped Missy back to her feet. Silver rolled Kassidy on her back, and planted the chair on top of her neck...before taking a seat on it to choke her out.
 
Zack: Scarlett Silver taking a few liberties before we even get to Unstoppable, and she’s gonna choke Kassidy out with that chair!
 
Kassidy choked and gasped for breath until the referee finally pulled her off. Scarlett raised Missy’s hand to boos from the crowd.
 
Zack: Yeah, raise it now because you can bet Kassidy will have an answer for that at Unstoppable when she meets Scarlett and Ruby for the Fast Track in Dallas!
 
On the image of Scarlett holding Missy up who was still pretty woozy, we head to a commercial for Unstoppable 8.

 


Athena Rising

The show cuts to the backstage area, where we find one half of tonight’s main event standing with her manager, Kyle Kilmeade. He looks quite pleased as he looks from his client and back to the camera, all the while rubbing his hands together as if some grand plan were coming together.
 
Kyle: You know what the talk of the town around these parts has been in recent weeks? Take a look to my left, it’s not hard to see. This woman right here has been turning them away, and leaving people in her wake. I mean she’s beaten the woman she’s facing tonight already, meaning Steph Stefano. Then she joins with Ascension and beats her and the Scarborough Fair combined. And now….for what may be one of the first times I can recall, someone wanted a rematch with her. Steph gets her wish tonight.
 
Rhea smirks before talking.

Rhea: Why she’d want another match is beyond me, perhaps it’s that spunky nature of mortals or something. To want to bash yourself against a marble wall again and again in hopes of leaving even just a scratch, it seems painfully futile to me. After all this...all of this is my destiny. To try and get in the way of that, for whatever reason, is a waste of time and energy. But, if it’s what she wants, I will happily remind her.
 
Kyle: Now we both know that Steph and Eileen are going to meeting at Unstoppable to determine who holds the Evolution title after it gets vacated in the main event. Unfortunately, it’s a little late to get in on that because as far as I’m concerned, there’s no one more deserving. We already have a deal in place that if Steph wins that match, Rhea’s got a guaranteed title shot regardless of what happens. So….if you want to connect those dots, believe me when I tell you we both will be cheering Steph on...so to speak….and maybe a lot closer than from the back, if needed.
 
Rhea: As I’ve said before, I do not dislike Steph personally...she is just in the way of my Destiny. And as such she must fall. But consider this a blessing, a sign that your worth holds more value than the usual mortal, you hold in your hands the key to my next chapter. Win, and I shall ascend. Lose...well, we both know how you feel about that.  Then again there’s another with her eyes on the golden fleece, so to speak. Kaoru. I won’t lie, I like you better than your blue haired compatriot, you sure don’t whine as much as she does. But it looks like you’re on your way to standing in my path as well, so let me give you a simple warning. Words of advice from a Demigod. Lay down your weapons and bend a knee, because I will not stop.
 
Kyle’s pleased expression only seems to grow as he listens to Rhea.
 
Kyle: But that leaves one other little thing. See, the biggest stage of the year is Unstoppable. It’s the one they all point to around here, and with good reason. While that’s all well and good, there’s one little oversight. And that is the fact that this woman right here...everyone she should be destroying in her way to becoming Evolution Champion is kinda busy that night already. So I have a little proposition.
 
He turns to look towards her now.
 
Kyle: On a stage like that, I think it will make the most impact if you take apart someone held in high regard and esteem around here. Someone with a long pedigree of accomplishments, who can only pad your resume when you dismantle them on the biggest stage FFW has. Would you agree?
 
Rhea: Without a shadow of a doubt, of course. A legend needs great accomplishments, after all.
 
Kyle: I thought you might feel that way. So I took a moment to look through FFW’s Hall of Fame. A lot of women in there, and one name really stood out to me. And unluckily for her, she’s not busy at Unstoppable 8. As a matter of fact, she’s in a tag match coming up momentarily. How do you feel about adding Valerie Lamb to the list of the conquered on FFW’s biggest stage?
 
Rhea: Just like her finisher, a lamb to the slaughter. Her fleece, the fleece of a Hall of Famer, it would certainly look good in my legend. Don’t you agree? Rhea Laskaris, Amazon, DemiGod, slayer of legends.
 
Kyle: I like the sound of that myself. I know she’s got a tag match, but give it some thought, Val. I’m positive you’ll find Rhea more than enough of a challenge for you. We’ll be in touch, but until then, we got a match to prepare for with Steph. Any final thoughts you’d like to leave her with? You know she’s watching.
 
Rhea: May Ares be merciful.
 
Rhea gave a devilish smirk at that, saying nothing more.




Let’s Try That Again

The show cuts down to Zack in the booth sitting next to Mai. He looks a little confused as he presses one side of his headset to his ear.
 
Zack: We were going to try to talk with Night Train Ayano again.
 
Mai: I hope she got her Cherry Coke.
 
Zack: But...I’m being told she’s not at the interview location again. As a matter of fact, I’m having a hard time understanding what I’m hearing on the headset. It sounds like….
 
From there, we cut to the production truck behind the arena just as Night Train Ayano bursts into the production truck with a boom box blaring electronic dance music.  She tousles the hair of some of the production people, rubbing her butt on the back of the heads of others.
 
Night Train: OKAY PARTY PEOPLE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP, THIS ONE'S THE BANGER!  RAVE ON, GET YOUR CRAVE ON!  IT'S THE CANDY FLIPPIN' HEADLINER NIGHT TRAIN READY FOR THAT LIGHT SHOW!
 
She proceeds to toss out neon glow sticks in the truck.  
 
Night Train: THE ROLLIN' RAVE BUNNY DEMANDS YOU TRANCE UP DANCE UP, GET TO SWEATIN' SHOW ME YOUR E FACE!
 
She pulls one of the production team out of his chair, and starts dancing like a maniac in front of him before we cut back to Zack and Mai, who are staring at the monitor and then each other.
 
Zack: Uh...we’ll be right back.
 
Mai: So….she’s gonna be a guest for Unstoppable?
 
A quick cut back to the truck as Night Train continues to dance before Breaking Point heads to commercial.



Not What She Expects

Once more backstage, we see again the Aztec Warrior, Leona Vega. As she didn’t have a match for the night, she wasn’t granted a dressing room, which is why we see her in the parking lot, coming out of her car. For context, she was there to pick something up, as we watch her making her way back into the arena as she talks on the cellphone.
 
Leona: Well, yeah, that didn’t go as expected but what can I do? Someone’s gonna have to answer the call eventually. It would be a shame if nobody did, given the circumstances. [...] Kind of, yeah. Blows my mind that someone would be so petty to the point she’d skip the event of the year just because she didn’t--
 
Leona never got to finish her statement as she was blindsided from behind and knocked to the floor. We were still processing what was going on when someone started stomping on Leona’s back. Through the blonde hair and man in a suit and cowboy hat in the background we soon realized who was the attacker. Nevaeh laid in the boots to Leona while shouting down at her.
 
Nevaeh: Ya want to challenge me huh? Ya keep thinking ya want this Leona? How ‘bout now huh? Ya still want to challenge me?
 
Nevaeh laid in another stomp as Leona grimaced in pain. Silas was cheering her on as Nevaeh looked grossly arrogant about this. She soon looked down and Saw Leona’s cellphone on the ground. Smirking she leaned down and picked it up.
 
Nevaeh: Hello? Yeah, Leona can’t talk right now. She’s being put back in her place. Matter of fact, I can show ya!
 
Nevaeh now started leaning over and held Leona’s phone in her face.
 
Nevaeh: Hey, Leona, look into the camera and show what happens when you piss me off. Come on, give us that big ol’ roar-- Oh wait, I know what would be better: another groan of pain! Here, let me help you with that!
 
Nevaeh took a step back and went to kick Leona right in the face, except she didn’t connect. Leona had managed to grab her leg and was now staring at Nevaeh. Without saying anything, Leona rolled over and brought Nevaeh down with an improvised dragon screw, bringing the blonde down to the concrete floor. Both women had tumbled into a work area, where we saw debris fly and a lead pipe roll across the parking garage. Soon it would be Leona on top, frantically throwing punches to Nevaeh’s head to get back at the rival!
 
Instead of defending herself though, Nevaeh pushed Leona away from her after a while in that position, sending the Mexican wrestler to the floor beside her. The two women got up, and as Nevaeh jumped Leona again, the tanned wrestler kicked her on the stomach, proceeding to hit her with punches to the back. Both women were slugging it out through the garage area, back to where we first saw Leona get out of her car. Behind them, Silas had picked up Leona’s cellphone, but before he did anything with it, Leona shoved Nevaeh away from her and turned back, staring at the cowboy businessman.
 
Leona: You try anything funny and I’ll make sure you throw your balls up.
 
Silas stared at Leona and for a moment seemed to be contemplating what to do. After thinking it over he actually smiled at her
 
Silas: Even when ya think ya got things figured out ya don’t realize that yer bound ta lose Baby Warrior. But hey, here’s yer phone back...
 
Leona growls as she yanks the phone from Silas’ hand.
 
Leona: Cowards, the both of you. If you don’t have the guts to accept my challenge then just stay out of the goddamn way.
 
Leona then cautiously turns her back on Silas...only to be meet with Nevaeh swinging a lead pipe right to her knee as viciously as she could. With a screech, Leona came down, rolling on the floor nursing her knee. But as she withstood the pain, she laughed.
 
Leona: Of goddamn course you’d do that, you hopeless coward! So that’s how you wanna fight, huh?
 
Leona powered back up to her feet, using her not hurting knee as her base, while testing the hit one for balance.
 
Leona: It’s gonna take more than that to intimidate me.
 
Nevaeh sneered at Leona as she held the lead pipe firmly in her hand. She stared down Leona while Silas, without any emotion and a blank expression on his face, spoke out.
 
Silas: Intimidate ya? We didn't come here ta intimidate ya.
 
With that Nevaeh swung the lead pipe trying to catch Leona’s knee once more. The Warrior saw that coming though, as she leaped backwards to avoid being hit. What Vega wasn’t expecting was to have her knee give out on her, and the Mexican wrestler went to her knee. Not wasting the opportunity, Nevaeh bicycle kicked the lights out of Leona’s head, sending the Mexican to the floor once again. With Leona sprawled out on the floor, Nevaeh made a point to step on the hurt knee and squeeze it into the concrete, as Leona struggled and grunted with pain. Silas now slowly approached as Nevaeh, snarling, kept pushing down on Leona’s knee
 
Silas: You don’t seem so confident now do ya? Ya seem like yer hurt. Who did this ta ya Leona? WE did. When ya gonna realize bad things happen ta ya when ya get involved with us? Ya want to issue a challenge? Ya want ta call us cowards? There’s a price ta pay for all of that.
 
Silas now started looking around when he spotted Leona’s car. He walked over to it and went to try the door handle. He smirked when he saw he could open it. He now turned back to Nevaeh.
 
Silas: Bring her ass over here.
 
Nevaeh wasn’t sure what Silas had in mind, but she grabbed a hold of Leona’s leg and started dragging her towards the car. While in a severe amount of pain Leona still tried to put up a fight, by kicking at Nevaeh with her other leg. This caused the blonde to stomp on Leona’s chest several times to try and subdue her before getting her near the car. Once they were Silas stared right at Nevaeh.
 
Silas: Put her leg in the car.
 
Nevaeh was surprised by this, her face revealing as much. Silas though motioned for her to hurry it up so the blonde put Leona’s leg on the floor of the car. It was then that Silas spoke up again
 
Silas: Now slam that damn door on it. Slam it as hard as you possibly can, woman!
 
Nevaeh again stared at him before looking down at Leona. Nevaeh grabbed hold of the door and stared at Silas. It wasn’t till Leona started to begin to move that Nevaeh slammed the car door as hard as she could on her leg. Leona gave out a LOUD, banshee-like scream of pain as her whole body convulsed for a second, before Leona nursed her knee as if she had been gunshot to the joint. Overtaken by the pain, she couldn’t manage to speak or fight back now, as she curled up in pain.
 
Nevaeh and Silas both stared down at her, both stoic in their expressions. Silas titled his head as he kept looking at Leona in her current state. He then looked back at Nevaeh and began to nod.
 
Silas: Mission complete.
 
Silas now began to walk off, stepping over the fallen Leona. Nevaeh just kept staring down at her for several moments before she too stepped over the fallen Warrior. We keep looking at the severely injured Leona for a few more seconds before we fade out to something else.

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A synthetic bumping noise fills the arena as the house lights dim a little, quickly being replaced by rainbow-coloured strobe lighting. The bumping is replaced by a shaking, and a series of other noises as The Edge of Glory builds.
 
Maggie: And on their way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland by way of Los Angeles, California and Spartanburg, South Carolina, at a combined weight of 274 pounds, please welcome to the ring Valerie Lamb and Erica Horton! QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!
 
Finally, the lyrics hit and dry ice creeps up, coming about half an inch high. From the curtain steps first Erica, soon followed Valerie. The sisters raise their arms to the crowd, acknowledging their cheers. They split, one to each end of the stage, hyping the crowd. Reuniting in the middle, they begin their walk to the ring. They walk side by side, outer arms outstretched and high-fiving fans at they go. Reaching the ring, Valerie takes the steps nearest the ramp and Erica walks towards the steps (if Mark is on the broadcast booth she stops to give him a peck on the lips) The pair then take to opposing corners, ascending the turnbuckles and posing in their various forms before dropping down and meeting in their corner, discussing the match as The Edge of Glory fades out.
 
Zack: We have a big tag match right in front of us, and joining me for this battle between these teams is one half of Legs & Arse and is next in line for a Tornado title shot, Siobhan McAdams.
 
Siobhan: Thank you for having me here, Zack. Good to be at ringside for such a competition, especially since I get to see my fellow countrywomen compete.
 
The opening chords of “Destroy & Conquer” by Future World Music begin to rattle through the arena, the curtains start to move as Valentina Lozano & Isis Morales slowly steps out onto the ramp. They are unfazed by the boos from the crowd as Valentina bends her right knee and angles her left leg, her right arm shooting up into the air with a cocky smirk with Isis standing behind her, raising her fist in the air with a cocky smirk, standing in a unified domineering pose while basking in the negative heat of the crowd. Valentina gets back to her feet and then begins to walk side by side with Isis down the aisle.
 
Maggie: Making their way to the ring…at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty-five pounds....They are your reigning FFW Tornado Tag Team Champions, ”The Latin Goddess” Valentina Lozano  & “The Titaness” Isis Morales...They are...
 
ASCENSION!!!!!!!!!
 
At the ringside area, Valentina and Isis walk around the ring once before entering the ring, with Valentina making her way to a waiting human stairway next to the ring: one guy on all fours next to the ring and one guy lying prone in front of him. Causally stepping on the men, 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. 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. Meanwhile, Isis enters the ring by stepping over the top rope with ease. The ladies then go to opposite ring posts in which they climb up and raise their title belts in the air with complete confidence, taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.
 
After the ladies taunt the crowd, Valentina then goes to one of the corners to lean against.  After giving Valentina a few words and patting her on the shoulder, Isis smirks and stretches a little as they await for the bell to ring.
 
Zack: Ascension have been proving so far that they earned those Tornado Tag titles, and-
 
Siobhan: Wait. No. Sorry, Zack, but I’m in agreeance with ScarFair, if anyone should be holding onto the titles, it’s Isis and those handcuffs. As for proving things, that’s a conversation for another day.
 
The bell rings, and Isis starts the fight off while Valentina goes to their corner-
 
Siobhan: Figures.
 
-while Erica and Valerie seem to be discussing over who starts for their team. It’s eventually decided on Erica, while Valerie steps onto the apron.
 
Zack: The Queens have been around the wrestling ring long enough to know that dealing with someone like Isis wasn’t going to be a walk through the park, but they could be biting off more than they could chew here.
 
Siobhan: That’s very much expected when it comes to any match involving Isis, isn’t it. It’s not like anyone sees the card and goes “A fight with Isis, no sweating it THIS week”.
 
The second Erica turns to face Isis, the blonde McFarlane is quick to react, bending backwards to dodge a clothesline from the amazon. Isis uses the corner to hit the breaks on herself, and Erica immediately goes on the counterattack by smashing her elbow into Isis’ upper back multiple times. Horton then dropkicks Isis chestfirst into the turnbuckles, then tags in her sister Valerie, who shoves Isis back out of their corner. Morales then tumbles over Erica, on her hands and knees, before tripping onto the canvas. Valerie then quickly goes to the top, leaping off with a 630 splash to Isis before struggling to roll her legs over!
 
ONE!

T-no!
 
Isis kicks Valerie off of her, bringing a knee down to Isis’ stomach before the amazon could stand up.
 
Zack: Isis tries to start this match off with a clothesline, but Erica and Valerie worked so well to that pinfall you’d swear they had it all plotted out!
 
Siobhan: The girls and their family have spent more time in this sport than anyone I could imagine, Zack. You’re bound to have someone see the same trick enough times you know how to take advantage of it.
 
Valerie grabs Isis by the head and knees her face repeatedly until Morales is standing. After delivering a European uppercut and a few chops to her chest, Lamb quickly leaps onto the ropes and hops off to hit Morales with an enziguri that only sends her staggering back to the ropes. Valerie charges at Morales but finds herself lifted over Isis’ back and outside the ring, but Lamb grabs the ropes before she falls to the outside. Valerie gets onto the apron, but is met by Isis who grabs Valerie’s skull and headbutts them together, causing Lamb to nearly let go of the ropes while Erica yells at her “Don’t you dare let go!” Isis takes a moment to laugh before grabbing Valerie by the skull for another headbutt, but before she can rear her upper body back, Valerie claps her hands onto Isis’ ears, causing the amazon to grab onto them as they start to burn. Valerie then uses her head to butt at Morales’ gut, then springs off the ropes for a springboard DDT that drops Isis down to the mat! Valerie covers again!
 
ONE!

TWO!
 
Isis gets her shoulder up, and Valerie sighs as she goes to her corner to tag in Erica.
 
Siobhan: Valerie should be proud of herself, she didn’t fall from that headbutt and held on, with the results paying off nicely.
 
Zack: True, but Erica needs to do her thing before Isis can get another move in and take the lead.
 
Erica manages to lift Isis to her feet, hitting her midsection with as many kicks as she can before hitting a Russian legsweep to the amazon. Horton continues bringing it harder on Isis until she doubles over, allowing Erica to smash her elbow into Isis’ face! Morales staggers back, with Valentina shouting for her partner to get into the fight.
 
Siobhan: It’s something else, Zack. For once Isis is the one in distress, and Valentina seems to be counting on her for the most part.
 
Zack: Well...there’s something to be said about over reliance, Sheev.
 
Erica grabs Isis by the arm, looking to whip her into the ropes, but Isis stands her ground and pulls Erica into her, hitting the blonde with a clothesline that hits her hard to the mat! Isis kicks at the downed Erica, infuriated with her before pressing her boot into Horton’s throat. The ref counts to four before Isis takes her boot off, then grabs Erica by the head and deadlifts her right over her head for a gorilla press. Isis steps out from under Horton, who hits the canvas hard before Isis goes for a cover.
 
ONE!

T-no!
 
Siobhan: All that shear power from Isis in a matter of seconds and she gets the same count that Valerie did off the start!
 
Zack: The Queens are still in this one, you can’t deny them that. A few power moves from Isis isn’t going to shake up Erica.
 
Again Isis stomps down on Erica before lifting her up to her feet, then grabbing her by the still sore throat. Morales lifts the blonde for a choke slam, but gets Horton halfway up before Erica kicks her in the midsection. Isis doubles over and lets go of Erica, who stumbles to her feet before hitting a swinging DDT to the giantess! Erica is on the ground grabbing her throat as Valerie and Valentina stick their arms out for their respective partner for the tag. The two girls start to crawl, and Isis manages to tag in Valentina, who rushes into the ring at the just tagged in Valerie Lamb. But Lamb is quick to get a few good digs at Lozano, taking her down with a quick arm drag. Lozano gets back up and charges, only for Valerie to toss her away with another armdrag. Valentina gets up again, coming at Lamb only for the former FFW Champion to wrap her arms and hit a snap belly to belly suplex on her. Valentina grabs at her back, distracting her from Valerie grabbing her legs for a double Boston crab!
 
Zack: Valerie is on fire right now, taking down Valentina with ease while the Latina Goddess tries to get in the game.
 
Siobhan: You have a seasoned vet going against the current Tornado champions, and you can’t argue that the Queens want that tag gold in the company. But one thing Valerie’s failed to notice is Isis has yet to roll out of the ring!
 
While Valerie had Lozano in the hold, Isis was finally coming to and used the ropes for leverage. Once she spots Lamb Morales rushes at her, hitting the distracted Valerie with an axe bomber that causes Lamb to let go of Valentina and collapse to the mat. The referee yells at Isis to get back to her corner while Lozano is covering Lamb, yelling at the ref to get back over there. The referee turns to see the cover, and starts to count!
 
ONE!

TWO!

NO!
 
Valerie gets her shoulder up, much to Lozano’s surprise.
 
Zack: An assist from Isis and that powerful axe bomber could have ended this match...if Isis were the legal woman.
 
Siobhan: Not going to argue, if the ref didn’t have to get Isis out the ring the fans would be irate right about now.
 
Valentina, upset, rolls Valerie onto her stomach and pulls her arms back as she lifts her boot onto Lozano’s head, then forces it down for a curb stomp. Lozano continues to stomp down on Lamb’s head, then pulls her upper body off the canvas before putting her into Camel Clutch.  Erica watches on, begging for Valentina to come back to life from that curb stomp. The referee checks on Lamb, seeing she’s already out of it. She raises her arm once, and it goes limp. The referee raises it a second time, and again it falls to the side. One more raise of the hand…
 
Siobhan: Come on Valerie, you can do this!
 
Lamb’s limb comes to life and she forms a fist, fighting through the pain that Lozano’s clutch is putting her in. Slowly she grabs Lozano’s hands and pulls them away from her face, then rears back to butt her head into Valentina’s, causing Lamb to rub the back of her head, but she can now get to her feet to fight off Lozano.
 
Zack: Valerie’s feeling a bit woozy using her head after Lozano curb stomped it, but at least she’s out now!
 
Siobhan: Anything you can do to stay in the fight! She knows she’ll be feeling that in the morning.
 
Lozano aims for a spear, but Lamb sidesteps her. It sends Lozano ramming the pole of a neutral corner, coming back out with irritation. Valerie signals for Erica to come in,  and as Lozano turns to find Valerie Horton delivers an MMA kick that sends Valentina into Valerie, who hits the Lamb to Slaughter on Lozano! Valerie goes to pin while Erica tries her best to keep Morales from out of the ring.
 
Siobhan: CORONATION!
 
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!
 
DING DING DING
 
Maggie: Here are your winners...QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!
 
Both Erica and Valerie slip out of the ring before an irate Isis can get her hands on them, the ref following behind as he tries to raise their hands.
 
Zack: The Queens win! Along with you and Muirne, they’ll be receiving a shot at the Tornado championships in the near future!
 
Siobhan: YEAH! That’s how you do it, good for them! I can’t say I’m mad over those results, Zack!
 
The camera fades out on an angered Isis lifting Valentina onto her back as she stares at the celebrating Queens.




Challenge Accepted

Zack: Still to come, folks, is our main event rematch between Steph Stefano and Rhea Laskaris, who we heard from a little bit ago.
 
Mai: I think you mean main event beatdown of Steph Stefano. Try to be more factual, Zack.
 
Suddenly, “Malevolence” hits the arena sound system to the definition of a mixed reaction from the crowd. Wasting no time, a paranoid Felicity Banks comes out dressed in her street clothes, making sure to peer her head over her shoulder every few seconds.
 
Mai: The Supreme is here and it’s not even Felocity!
 
Zack: From the looks of it, the Challenge the Throne images have her a bit….
 
Mai: Paranoid?
 
She flips her sweatshirt hood over her head and starts pacing down the ramp as fast as she can, pulling a microphone out from her sweatshirt pocket.
 
Felicity Banks: Cut my fucking music!
 
Almost immediately, Felicity’s theme song dies down as half the crowd chant her name and the other half chant “Die, Fel, Die.” This gets a smirk out of the Supreme as she walks up the entrance steps and steps right into the ring before she positions herself dead center.
 
Felicity Banks: For the last few… months! There’s been this “Challenge the Throne” thing airing after my matches. Hell, I went as far as to go to production trucks and find out who played that stupid thing, but did I get answers?
 
She shakes her head no.
 
Felicity Banks: Of course not and it’s only because I’m not one of the FFW favorites. It’s because I came here and did things MY way but not giving a single fuck about what any of these peasants here do and only worrying about ME…
 
She hesitates, pulling the microphone down to think over her next few words.
 
Felicity Banks: … and that’s exactly what I’m doing now. I’m worried about ME because apparently I have a stalker and no one in this company seems to give a shit! Something should’ve been done when this person broke into MY locker room and left me a note, but what did the security team tell me?
 
She pouts sarcastically.
 
Felicity Banks: Nada. So here’s how it’s gonna go down going forward. From this moment on, I’m taking out every single body that’s backstage right now out until I find out who the fu---
 
Fel is cut off as the lights to the arena suddenly go black, a quick moment later several members of the audience have their phones and lighters out, creating a sea of sporadic lights all across the arena.
 
Zack: Well… that’s uh, convenient.
 
Mai: It seems Felicity is about to get her wish…
 
The Titantron at the top of the ramp glows blue, a blurry image carving out the color in white as it slowly comes into focus:
 
~July 29, 2017~
 
The message fades out into the blue before fading back in to reveal:
 
~Challenge Accepted~
 
With that it fades out again, this time the video wall slips into blackness, leaving the crowd murmuring.
 
Mai: W-wait… was that it?
 
Zack: That doesn’t bode well for whoever Fel finds backstage after this sp-
 
With no preamble the speakers in the arena explode with a loud scream just as the ‘tron comes back to life and displays but one word.
 
~REJOICE!~
 
BOOM! The stage explodes with white sparks as the stage lighting fires to life, illuminating and silhouetting a female figure standing at the top of the ramp. The scream slowly fades away as the song “Rejoice” by Devin Townsend Project starts over the speakers.
 
Zack: SPOKE TOO SOON!
 
Mai: Who is it!? Who accepted Felicity Banks’ challenge!?
 
A second goes by as ~REJOICE~ fades off the tron before a new message - a name - pops up on screen.
 
~AYANO~
 
The crowd explodes as before anyone can question WHICH Ayano has accepted the challenge the arena lights come back on and illuminate the figure properly to be-
 
Mai: IT’S WHISKEY!
 
Zack: She’s back! Not just in FFW, but at ANY wrestling event, she’s not been seen publicly since she broke her leg early last year.
 
In ring Felicity stands by the ropes, eyebrows arched in surprise by the reveal.
 
Mai: I don’t think the Queen was expecting that!
 
The camera closes in one Whiskey Ayano, whose face is adorned by a bright smile as she soaks in the roar of the FFW faithful. Slowly she bends over at the waist and rests both hands against the ground before shooting back up, arms outstretched as the crowd cheers appreciatively.
 
Mai: I think she missed this.
 
Zack: Y’think!?
 
A moment longer and the Deep-South Dragon starts her way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans reaching over the guardrail as she makes her way down to ringside. She takes the ring steps up onto the outside apron which is where she truly locks eyes with Banks, who for her part gives the Japanese woman a barely perceptible nod.
 
Mai: Little tense?
 
Zack: Yeah, we’ve been waiting to see the outcome of those messages for awhile now.
 
Whiskey nods back before she slips between the ropes, breaking eye contact with Felicity to walk over to a corner, hop up onto the turnbuckles and soak in another approving roar from the crowd.
 
Zack: You think it’s wise to - y’know - turn your back on someone like Felicity Banks, especially with how she’s been behaving recently?
 
Mai: Rare case, Felicity has been on record as saying Whiskey Ayano is one of the people in this business she has a modicum of respect for.
 
Stepping down from the turnbuckles, Whiskey calls for a mic and gets tossed one, the music cuts out as she turns the mic on and taps it experimentally.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Erm, hello FFW-
 
She’s cut off by the roar of the crowd, causing the Drunken Joshi to start laughing, Felicity meanwhile rolls her eyes and ventures over to the ropes across from her challenger to lean against them lazily. As the crowd dies down Whiskey raises the mic to her lips.
 
Whiskey Ayano: It’s good to see you all again too. To be back in the ring, to walk that ramp, and especially to finally be past my injury and... well, everything that’s been going on in my life the past year and a bit.
 
She pauses, nodding over at Felicity.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Mind if I soak in the moment a bit?
 
Felicity pinches the bridge of her nose before making a gesture and mouthing the words ‘By all means’, off-mic.
 
Whiskey Ayano: I’ll keep it quick!
 
The Japanese woman gives her upcoming opponent a thumbs-up before turning to face the audience.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Last March I broke my leg in SCW, but that isn’t what took me away, that isn’t what kept me away for so long. Because you see, before that injury, I thought my main concern in the event of something like that injury happening would be rehabbing, then getting back into the ring as soon as I possibly could, because I love wrestling, I love this business… it’s where I’ve made my friends, it’s where I’ve made my living, and it’s where I’ve gotten to perform and compete in front of all of you… pro-wrestling was my life, and everything took a back seat to it.
 
She ticks off her fingers as she runs through her points.
 
Whiskey Ayano: It didn’t matter who I hurt outside of wrestling, or who hurt me period, because at the end of it all, professional wrestling was still going to be there for me, until the day I was too broken down to get in the ring anymore, professional wrestling was it. My life-u-
 
Whiskey stops a moment to clear her throat, eyebrows knit in annoyance and concentration as her speech impediment came out.
 
Mai: I was about to say… she’s even sounding different.
 
Zack
: Yeah, these aren’t the strange verbal inflections most know the Deep-South Dragon for.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Was all about pro-wrestling… but as anyone that’s been injured can tell you, being away from the ring can really bring some things into focus, and in my case… I had a lot I needed to sort through.
 
She smooths back her long bangs as she considers her next words.
 
Whiskey Ayano: The drinking. Those I hurt. Those I’d left behind… and then there was one someone, one someTHING that finally let me know that I’d been focusing too much on pro-wrestling, that I’d been pushing away everything else in my life for so long that the thing I thought I loved most - pro-wrestling - was going to inevitably kill me, and… well…
 
Ayano clears her throat.
 
Whiskey Ayano: … and that the things that I should have loved this whole time wouldn’t be standing at my funeral when it did. So I took off to the one place I knew pro-wrestling - and the friends and fans I’d made within it - would never think to find me.
 
She points down the ramp.
 
Whiskey Ayano: For the first time since I’d left back in 2008, I went home, and there, alone… I confronted some stuff that I won’t go into details about right now, and I’d like to be able to tell all of you, right here and right now, that I beat them all, but I’d be lying.
 
She shrugs.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Not to say I’m not trying, but I hit some pretty harsh lows. The thing about hitting bottom though, is that after that there’s no place to look but up, as cliched as that is. My leg was still hurting, the sudden weight loss made me feel lethargic and weak and…
 
Whiskey takes a deep breath.
 
Whiskey Ayano: … there will always be a part of me that misses alcohol.
 
That gets something of a confused buzz from the crowd.
 
Mai: Up is down, the sky is green and we have a… sober Ayano inside that wrestling ring.
 
Whiskey Ayano: There were parts of me that thought I was done in professional wrestling, when rehabbing my leg felt like it was taking too long, when I was watching friends and loved ones achieve success in other places while wondering where I was. I felt like quitting, a part of me still does… sorry for uh, waffling here.
 
She turns to Fel again apologetically, who just nods for her to go on, eyebrows knit in mild confusion.
 
Whiskey Ayano: How can I be the same wrestler I was? Can I still perform? SHOULD I still perform? All things that ran through my head like clockwork.
 
She pauses as a growing ‘You’ve still got it!’ chant starts to pick up steam, Whiskey shakes her head before waving the crowd back down.
 
Whiskey Ayano: … a bit premature FFW, y’gotta let me finish.
 
She laughs at the small cheer that gets, before she turns and faces Felicity, a grin on her face.
 
Whiskey Ayano: Because, I’m not done yet.
 
At that the crowd explodes properly as Felicity pushes from the ropes, standing to face Whiskey, something of a grin torn between challenge and smug assuredness.
 
Whiskey Ayano: I can’t be done with pro-wrestling, because I have so much left to give, and I am more than willing to prove it.
 
The Japanese woman raises a hand to point directly into Felicity’s face.
 
Whiskey Ayano: I may not be who I was two years ago, but that’s by no means a bad thing, and I would tell myself this past year and a bit that if I came back - WHEN I came back - I wouldn’t just have to prove to myself that I deserved to be here, I’d have to show the world, and that brings me to right here, to right now, standing in this ring and staring you square in the eyes… Felicity Banks.
 
At this Felicity starts nodding her head.
 
Whiskey Ayano: I accept your challenge. Not out of hate or dislike, not out of some misled sense of ego… no, I accept your challenge because as a professional wrestler - of ANY gender or race - you stand at the apex of this industry. YOU are the measuring stick… the person that almost everyone in this industry strives to measure up to…
 
At this the Deep-South Dragon thumbs her own chest.
 
Whiskey Ayano: The measuring stick I plan to exceed, Fel.
 
At that the two women are almost nose to nose, Fel nodding her head while Whiskey is openly smiling in her face. A moment passes and she outstretches her free hand, a moment passes before Felicity reaches out and grasps it as the crowd flies into a fever pitch!
 
Zack: FELICITY BANKS VERSUS WHISKEY AYANO! Unstoppable 8 just got itself a dream match! A Super Match! The first time ever!
 
Whiskey Ayano: And please, Fel… everyone… it’s not Whiskey, it’s not the Deep-South… and it's certainly not the Drunken Joshi.
 
She gives a light tug on the Queenès hand, bringing her nose to nose.
 
Whiskey Ayano: The one here to Challenge The Throne is me, sober, no distractions, with everything to prove, call me the the “Warp-Drive Dragon” Miko Ayano.
 
With that the two separate, Fel nodding at the challenge while Miko grins, the crowd roaring as we cut to commercial.


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Breaking Point returns from the commercial break, with a singular spotlight over ring announcer Maggie Rourke to symbolize it was time for the main event.
 
Zack: What a wild night we’ve had here at Breaking Point, but we’ve taken our last break of the evening. And as you can plainly tell, it’s main event time!
 
Mai: You keep getting that wrong. It’s Steph-stomping time, it just HAPPENS to be the last match tonight.
 
Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish
 
“A little wicked... That’s what he calls me... ‘Cause that’s what I am...
...That’s what I am.”

 
The arena is bathed in green spotlights as Christian Kincaid stops after coming through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He smiles slightly, looking back behind him as Stephanie Stefano emerges shortly after him in her ring gear with a leather jacket as she stares out at the crowd over her newspaper. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the now rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph finishes up wrapping her left hand.
 
“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”

 
Maggie: From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 170 pounds... She is THE WITCH OF WALL STREET... THIS IS *THE* STEPH STEFANO!
 
“CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED! I AM, I AM...!
HANDS RED, HANDS RED JUST LIKE HE SAID!
I AM...A LITTLE WICKED.”

 
The wicked witch of wall street stands in the center of the ring, wrists crossed and head bowed  as the green spotlights bathe her while CK is leaned in the corner with a smirk before her song fades out and the lighting returns to normal.
 
Zack: I know there’s been plenty made of the fact that Steph dropped a match to Rhea when they last met one on one, but the fact is Steph doesn’t drop multiple losses to the same opponent very often.
 
Mai: Who else besides Misty Whitmore? Trust me, Rhea’s loads better than her and she’ll join that little club you are referencing.
 
The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light Team Kyle’s Athena stands at the top of the ramp with Kyle Kilmeade by her side, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.
 
You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world

 
Rhea slowly makes her way down to the ring, rolling her shoulders a bit as she makes her way down the ramp as Kyle has a smirk on his face.  Rhea stays solely focused on the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part as she climbs into the ring only stopping to say something to Kyle.  The Modern Day Amazon climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, her face calm as she gazes upon the masses before hopping down. The powerfully built Greek Amazon rolls her neck from side to side and stretches, pulling on the ropes as her music stops.
 
Maggie: She hails from Tripoli, Greece! Accompanied to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade, please welcome….’THE MODERN DAY AMAZON’ RHEA LASKARIS!!
 
Zack: We heard Rhea lay out a challenge for Unstoppable to FFW Hall of Famer Valerie Lamb. I have a feeling Valerie won’t turn her down, but first things first.
 
Mai: Of course, she’s focused on beating the blubber black and blue of Steph here. She’s done it before, she will again.
 
The two wrestlers eye each other across the ring as Jennifer Stringer checks on them both before she calls for the bell to get the match started; the pair immediately coming out of their respective corners and to the middle of the ring. The two women stare each other down as the fans start to rally behind Steph who raised her hand, challenging the Greek wrestler to a test of strength. Laskaris took the hand as Steph raised her second; Rhea also taking hold of that hand as the two powerhouse wrestlers began to battle back and forth in search of an advantage. After a couple of moments of stalemate, Stefano’s upper body strength advantage began to tell as Rhea’s knees began to buckle for a moment only for Rhea to let out a grunt of effort as she powered back upwards and sent her opponent down to her butt on the canvas.
 
Mai: That’s what happens when you challenge an Amazon to a test of strength. Steph’s just lucky Rhea didn’t decide to break her fingers off before she shoved her on her brains back there.
 
Steph rolled away and started to rise to her feet only for Laskaris to catch her in the stomach with a running knee lift, doubling her over and allowing the Modern Day Amazon to drive a series of kicks into her body. As the Witch of Wall Street straightened up Rhea grabbed hold of her wrist, sending her into the ropes and caught her on the return with a boot to her gut that caused her to double up once more and Rhea delivered another kneelift - this time into her opponent’s jaw. As Steph took a couple of steps backwards Rhea followed her, pulling her into a collar and elbow tie up using her grasp to send her foe across the ring with a judo style throw. Again the wrestler of Italian descent rolls through and rises to her feet only to get another kick into her midsection from Rhea before Laskaris wraps her arms around the former Evolution Champions waist and lifts her up into an Atomic drop.
 
Zack: This is one of the things Steph has to avoid, going toe to toe with Rhea. She needs to get her down on the mat, and avoid those legs as well.
 
Mai: Her legs are my favorite part of Rhea, well next to that ass you could bounce a quarter off. You know, I’ve never tried that.
 
Stefano takes a step backwards after receiving the Atomic drop and Rhea pushes off using all of her leg strength to explode through her opponent with a clothesline. The Wicked Witch pushed up to her feet once more only to once more find herself caught and a moment later she was hurled through the air with an overhead release belly to belly suplex that saw her land in the corner. Steph pushed herself up to her feet only to Rhea on the charge; the Greek wrestler catching her with a running big boot to the side of her jaw knocking her backwards into the corner. As soon as Stefano’s back hit the pads, Laskaris continued to use her big strong legs to deliver side kicks into her midriff. Stringer asked for the break, using the five count to get Rhea to step backwards on four. It turned out to be only a momentary respite for Stefano before Rhea came back towards her and sent her out of the corner with one Hell of a monkey flip that send the American powerhouse over halfway across the ring.
 
Zack: There’s another example of that immense power advantage Rhea has on Steph. She damn near launched her with that monkey flip.
 
Steph held her back as she landed and rolled over, pushing up to her feet as Laskaris measured her up and charged towards, leaving her feet to look for to connect with a brogue kick only for her foe to side step it. Rhea landed on her feet and spun back towards the American who snapped off three quick jabs to opponent’s jaw before she sent her down to the canvas with a hip toss. Laskaris landed on her ass and rolled over and rose quickly to her feet as Stefano dropped back to the ring ropes, bouncing off them and hurled herself like a missile into Rhea, catching her while she still off balance and knocking her down to the mat with a diving shoulder tackle.
 
Mai: Steph’s strategy apparently is to throw herself at Rhea, sounds like her college days to me. Only difference here is I doubt Rhea’s interested in sex.
 
Zack: If Steph can find a way to hold her own with Rhea, she won’t have to deal with nearly this level of power advantage against Eileen at Unstoppable.
 
The Modern Day Amazon immediately began to get back to her feet only for Steph to grab hold of her hair and drive her downwards into her knee with the facebreaker knee smash. Rhea straightened up and as she did so, Stefano looked to keep her on the back foot, using a series of forearm blows to her chest that forces the slightly taller woman back towards the ropes. As soon as the Greek hit the ropes, Stefano used her wrist to jerk her forward into a very stiff forearm that saw Rhea’s legs go weak for a moment as she fell back into the ropes and the Wicked Witch used her grip on that wrist to fire her foe across the ring and caught her on the rebound with a Thesz Press, landing on top of her foe and instantly she began to fire off a series of hammer like right and left hands into Rhea’s head and chest.
 
Zack: Look at Steph firing those shots in one right after another. That’s what she has to do, keep Rhea off balance and on the back foot!
 
Stringer asked the Californian to let her opponent up to the mat only to have to use the five count. Steph rolled away at four, pulling Rhea up to her feet and scooped her up and into a backbreaker, dropping her to the mat. Rhea rolled, holding her back as she rose to her feet only for Steph to use a handful of hair to jerk her back down into a hair pull backbreaker. Once more Laskaris rolled away and pushed to her knees only for Stefano to drive kicks into her lower back, slowing the Greek’s rise. Still, though, Laskaris made it to her feet and as she did so, Steph stalked around behind her and grabbed hold of the top of her tights, holding her in place as she fired off three forearms into the base of Rhea’s spine before she let go out of her attire, hooking her arm instead and snapped off a side Russian legsweep.
 
Mai: Steph should have kept her nose out of Eileen’s business earlier, Zack. Anna wanted that match, and Eileen gave it to her.
 
Zack: How about we talk about what’s going on in front of us?
 
Rhea rolled onto her front and started to push upwards to her feet only for Steph to deliver another strike - this time with her knee - into her opponent’s lower back. Still the Modern Day Amazon got to her feet as Stefano bounced off the ropes and delivered a high knee into the back of the slightly taller woman, causing her to stagger forward before Stefano spun her around into a front kick to the gut before Steph used all of her strength to fire Rhea into the corner with an Irish whip. Rhea hit the turnbuckles back first with such force that the ring shook and immediately she staggered out towards Stefano, holding her back and the Berkeley born strong woman swept Laskaris off her feet and spiked her back downwards with a spinebuster. Rhea rolled over onto her front as Steph pushed back to her feet and delivered a knee into her foe’s lower back. She rolled the Greek onto her back and hooked the leg for the pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 

 
Zack: A spine rattling knee to the back wasn’t enough to keep Rhea down for three. She ahs so much power and muscle that you have to find any opening you can get.
 
Rhea kicked out and Stefano pulled her upright only to send her barrelling into the corner with an Irish whip. Rhea’s lower back hit the middle turnbuckle, causing her to arch her back away from it as her arms hung over the top rope. Stefano quickly measured her up in the corner and took off towards her, leaving her feet as she delivered a stinger splash to Laskaris before she pulled her forward and into a raised knee into her midriff. Rhea leaned forward slightly and as she did so the Witch of Wall Street hooked her head, lifted her up off her feet and delivered a slingshot suplex dropping her onto her back. Stefano rolled away to her feet, backing up across the ring as she waved Rhea back to a vertical base before she charged across the ring and sent Rhea back first into the turnbuckles with a shotgun dropkick. Quickly Steph got back to her feet and once more she pulled Rhea away from the corner and lifted her upwards onto her shoulders for the Argentine torture rack, bending her spine as she pulled on her legs.
 
Mai: She’s not gonna get a submission out of Rhea here, no way no how. I’ll give her a D for effort though.
 
Zack: You can make anyone tap out if you do what you need to weaken that part of the body. And Steph’s been doing that.
 
Stringer moved to ask Rhea if she wanted to quit, getting a no from the Greek wrestler who tried to find an escape as she began to throw elbows towards the head of her opponent, catching her only for glancing blows. The movement of throwing the elbow caused the Witch of Wall Street to start to lose her grip on her foe but before Laskaris could escape, Steph dropped down to a sitting position transitioning into an Argentine backbreaker drop, releasing Rhea as she landed, sending her to the canvas. Rhea slapped the canvas in agony with one hand, holding the small of her back with the other and kicked her feet as she lay face down on the mat. The former Evolution Champion wasted little time in taking the opening presented to her as she grabbed Rhea’s arms as she applied a seated surfboard hold.
 
Zack: Smooth transition right there. And the best part of this hold for Steph is she doesn’t spend too much of her own energy to keep this applied.
 
Rhea let out cries of pain as the Master of the Back Breaker pulled back on her arms, leaning back as far as she could to apply the maximum amount of pressure that she could on Laskaris’ back. Stringer asked and asked again only for the Modern Day Amazon to refuse to submit. For just a moment, Stefano eased the pressure, leaning back towards her opponent as she attempted to adjust her hold and grip Rhea further up her arm only for Rhea to pull her arm out of reach. Steph let out a loud grunt of frustration as she released the submission hold and rolled backwards to her feet and delivered a knee into Rhea’s shoulders as she pushed up to her knees sending her forward onto all fours. Immediately she pulled Rhea up to her feet and into a side headlock, using the move for a bulldog as she set off towards the corner only for Rhea to push her off at the last moment, sending her chest first into the turnbuckles.
 
Mai: Steph got her funbags driven into the corner there, thanks to misjudging Rhea’s ring awareness.
 
Zack: There’s nothing Rhea does in that ring that doesn’t hurt, did you see how she nearly shot Steph out of a cannon just with a shove?
 
Steph staggered backwards holding her chest and as she reached Rhea, the Modern Day Amazon brought her hands up and caught Stefano in a Full Nelson, hauling her off her feet to deliver a Full Nelson bomb. As the two wrestlers landed in a sitting position, Laskaris kept the hold locked in and added a bodyscissors. Stefano grimaced in pain and gasped for breath as Rhea used her interlocked fingers to force her foes head towards her chest as she squeezed her legs together, using all of her muscular legs to do as much damage to her opponent as possible. The Californian struggle against the hold, doing everything she could to try and free her arms from the Full Nelson only for Laskaris to have it locked in tightly on her. She kicked her feet and refused to quit as the official asked her.
 
Mai: Zack, I’d pay good money for Rhea to put her legs around me like that. And if she were undressed, I’d probably give her a bonus.
 
Steph stopped struggling against the hold for a moment, still refusing to quit, as Christian on the outside tried to rally the crowd behind his client while Kyle shouted at him to give it a rest already. Stefano planted her foot and slowly started to push against the canvas, using her strength to pivot them around in a circle before she fell to the side and kicked out her legs, gripping the bottom rope with both feet. Stringer called for the break only for Rhea to seemingly tighten her grip with her thighs; Stefano yelling out in pain. The official started the count and Rhea acquiesced on four, sliding backwards as she released her opponent and slowly pushed up to her feet, holding her lower back as she did so.
 
Zack: Steph made it to the ropes, but Rhea will use every second of that count from the official to do as much damage as she can without getting disqualified.
 
Steph pulled herself using the ring ropes and wheeled around to face her opponent who delivered a stiff knife edge chop to her chest, causing Stefano to release her hold on the rope before Rhea jerked her forward by the wrist and into a raised knee that caused Stefano to double up. Immediately Rhea locked in a double underhook, bringing her knees up into Steph’s body and face, delivering six or seven vicious knees before she lifted her up with a grunt of pain and sent back to the mat with a double underhook suplex. Rhea held her back as she got to a vertical base and waved Stefano upwards before she took a couple of steps forward and drove a piercing kick into her sternum. Steph grabbed her chest as she stumbled backwards, falling down to one knee only to get another piercing superkick-esque blow to her jaw. The Californian falls backwards to the mat and her opponent advances on her, leaving her feet to deliver a knee drop into her chest before she made the cover.
 
Zack: This match has been every bit the hard hitting encounter I expected, and Rhea’s got the cover!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THR-
 
Mai: Knee to the funbags there, but Rhea needs to work on her head or back more.
 
Stefano kicked out of the hold and Rhea shook her head at the referee as she came to one knee and delivered a stiff right cross to her foes jaw as she sat up following the pin attempt. The former Evolution Champion held her jaw as she rolled away and onto all fours only for her the Greek Future Shock Graduate to rise to her feet and advance on her, leaving her feet and coming down on her back with a two footed stomp, driving her into the mat. Steph only stayed there for a moment though before she started to once more push up to her feet, Rhea helping her upwards and as soon as she was vertical she started to snap off kicks to her legs and hips. The blows rocked Stefano and Rhea took hold of her wrist, sending her into the ring ropes and delivering a brogue kick on the return. The Witch of Wall Street dropped straight to the canvas as Laskaris boot met her jaw only to roll onto her side and then onto her front, holding her jaw as she started to very slowly push upright prompting Rhea to drop back to the ropes, bouncing off them and drove a running boot into the back of Steph’s head as she was on her knees causing her to fall forward and into the ring ropes; her chest hanging over the middle rope and Rhea didn’t waste any time at all in kneeling on her back, pulling up the rope underneath Steph as she looked to choke her out.
 
Mai: That’s how you do it, Rhea. Choke off the air supply of Porky!
 
Zack: And again, Rhea’s getting all that count she can get. She’s flirting with a DQ, but nothing more at this point.
 
Stringer immediately used the count to get a break on four and Rhea stepped out of the ring to the apron where she measured her opponent up for a second, came forward and delivered a leg drop across the back of her neck as the Californian was hung over the middle rope. Stefano gasped and choked for air as she fell backwards into the ring, writhing back and forth as she tried to gulp air back into her lungs and push up to her feet while Rhea casually rolled into the ring and to her feet, waving off the booing crowd. The Californian rose to her feet as Rhea hit the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back, bouncing off the set in front of her opponent before she left her feet and drove Steph into the canvas with a slingblade clothesline. Quickly she made the cover.
 
Zack: Good Lord, Steph nearly got decapitated right there! This may be done!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Mai: Ahahaha, Rhea had it right there. She wanted to pound on Stefano more, I applaud that.
 
Rhea shook her head as she once more pulled Steph upwards and into position for a suplex. She tried to lift the Californian off her feet only for the attempt to be blocked. The Greek tried once more and again found her attempt blocked before she brought her knee upwards, Stefano also lifting her knee to take some of the sting out of the shot. This time when the Modern Day Amazon attempted to lift her opponent she was successful...only to be taken by surprise as the Californian pushed off the mat, giving her a little extra velocity to float around Rhea and land on her feet behind her, spinning the Greek around and planting her into the mat with a spinning neckbreaker.
 
Zack: That’s why you don’t mess around if you have someone down! Rhea’s arrogance is coming back to haunt her!
 
The pair started to rise to their feet simultaneously, Stefano began to throw forearms as they got to their knees; Rhea firing back with chops across Steph’s chest. As they got to their feet the Wicked Witch took Lakaris by surprise, catching her with a throat thrust that caused her to stumble away gasping for breath only for Steph to then go low, taking the Modern Day Amazon’s leg out from underneath her with a chop block. Rhea fall forward onto the ring mat and Stefano scrambled forward, placing her hands on her shoulder blades as she tried to hold Laskaris to the mat while she kicked up and delivered a knee into the base of her spine. She did it a second time and a third time, causing Rhea to scream out in pain before Steph rolled away from her and slowly pushed upwards to her feet.
 
Zack: All the work Steph’s been doing on the Amazon’s back is paying off! Rhea shouted right there, that means Steph is closer than ever!
 
Mai: You ever got a knee in your lower back? You’d scream too. Quit giving false hope.
 
Rhea was a step behind her and the Master of the Back Breakers came around behind her, grabbing hold of her opponent’s wrists as she pulled her into a Cobra Clutch and used the submission hold to then pull her backwards, jerking her into another backbreaker. Rhea rolled away and started to rise only for Stefano to cut her off with a combination of right and left hands before she scoops her up onto her shoulders and slammed her down into the mat with a powerslam. Rhea sat up and started to roll onto her hands and knees only for Steph to deliver an elbow drop into her spine, sending her back to the mat once more. Laskaris grimaced, swallowing a cry of pain following the elbow drop and tried to push upwards once more only to get pulled into a standing headscissors by the Califonrian who then flipped the Greek onto her shoulders before she drove her down with a powerbomb. As Rhea landed, Stefano kept hold of her legs and pushed forward, stacking her legs up over her shoulders and bearing down with her weight from a three point stance as she looked for the pinfall.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Mai: Steph was trying to be a football player, but no dice. Maybe after Eileen destroys her, she can go play for CK’s lingerie football team instead.
 
Rhea kicked out, her powerful legs sending Stefano back into the ring ropes. The Berkeley native caught herself on the ropes, regaining her footage and glared at the referee and then at her opponent as the two count was confirmed to her. Steph advanced on Rhea as she started to rise, sending the Modern Day Amazon into the ropes, catching her on the return with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Rhea rolls away and tries to rise to her feet only for The Steph Stefano to hoist her upwards into a sidewalk slam, dropping down with her as she drives her back first into the ring mat. Once more she drags her opponent upright, sending her into the nearest corner hard and as Rhea staggers forward, Steph delivers a running jumping high knee to her chest that stopped her in her tracks and allowed Stefano to use a cravate hold to send the Greek face first into the canvas. The American took a couple of steps backward before she charged forward, jumping up to deliver a double foot stomp to the small of her foe’s back before she stepped off and grabbed the top rope to take off and deliver a splash onto her chest. She hooked Rhea’s legs for the cover.
 
Mai: Wow, a splash like that could crack Zeus’ ribs!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THRE-
 
Zack: Rhea’s still got some gas left in the tank, Steph. It’s gonna take something a little bigger than that for the Witch of Wall Street!
 
Rhea rolled her shoulder and Stringer instantly waved off the count, holding up two fingers to the time keepers and to Stefano who looked at her angrily. The Californian pushed up to her feet as she talked to the referee, confirming the two count once more before she turned her attention back to her opponent who had rolled onto all fours. Laskaris rose to her feet and as she did so, Steph approached her from behind, moving quickly as she left her feet and drove her foe into the mat with the Walk Of Shame reverse bulldog. The back of the Athenian’s head bounced off the canvas and Steph wasted no time at all in making the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Mai: The WALK OF SHAME didn’t get the job done either! That’s one of Steph’s signatures both before and during her wrestling career!
 
At the last possible moment Rhea’s shoulder came up off the canvas and Steph shook her head, slapping the mat in anger as Stringer showed her the two count before she rolled away to the outside, heading for the timekeepers table. Before she made it there though Christian cut her off, shaking his head as he talked to her, pointing her back to the ring where she saw Rhea begin to rise again and she took a deep breath, nodding at Kincaid before she slid back into the ring and charged the rising Laskaris with a roar of rage, catching her as she turned towards her with a flying forearm strike to her jaw. Rhea took the shot and staggered backwards only for Stefano to send her into the ropes with an Irish whip. Rhea came back towards Steph and found herself sent into the air before the Witch of Wall Street sent her crashing into the mat with the Debt Collector Lariat. Rhea crashes back first to the canvas, arching her spine upwards as her hand goes to her tailbone. Steph goes for the cover once more.
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Zack: Steph is so close, she can taste it! The DEBT COLLECTOR took a heavy toll on the Amazon, but still not enough to close the show.
 
Again Laskaris shoulder comes up at the last moment and Stefano doesn’t bother waiting for the referee to confirm the two count. Instead she pulls the Greek wrestler up to her feet and pulls her upwards and into an inverted headlock before he drives her down into yet another backbreaker, pushing her off and onto the canvas. Stefano looks down at her opponent and starts to make her way to the corner, stepping out onto the apron and headed towards the corner as Kyle shoved a fan out of their seat, grabbed their chair and made towards Stefano, offering her the weapon as she looked down upon him. Kyle asked again as he climbed up onto the ring apron, casting a quick glance over to Rhea who was starting to move on the mat while her manager bought her time. Again he offered her the chair, telling her that it was the only way that she could keep Rhea - that she could keep a Goddess, a Modern Day Amazon - down for the three count. Steph stared at him and then at the chair for a couple of moments before Kyle found himself dragged off the apron by his ankles. He landed on his feet face to face with CK and dropped the chair, offering him up a smile as he backed away, hands held up in innocence while still telling the former wrestler that he knew that it was the only way Steph could win the match.
 
Mai: Kyle’s taking pity on Steph here, what a lovely guy he is!
 
Zack: He is not, he’s buying Rhea time by keeping Stefano distracted! CK solved that though!
 
Meanwhile Steph was still on the top rope and turned her attention back to the ring just in time to see Rhea get to her feet and lunge for the ring ropes, catching the top rope. As the rope bounced under Laskaris weight, Steph lost her footing and landed hard on the top turnbuckle. The Modern Day Amazon staggered towards her, throwing European uppercuts as she climbed to the top rope, following it with a headbutt. As she got to the top turnbuckle, Rhea drove a knee into the side of Stefano’s head and pulled the American upwards and onto her shoulders before she fell back and into a Samoan drop from the top rope to the canvas. As they landed Rhea lay still for a moment while Stefano bounced and flopped across the mat, holding her back before she finally came to a stop. Rhea recovered and began to crawl towards her opponent, getting close before she hurled herself forward and threw an arm over her chest for the cover.
 
Mai: Samoan drop from an Amazon, how often do you see that?!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Zack: Another powerful move from the Amazon, but Steph….she just won’t stay down!
 
This time Steph’s arm came up in the nick of time and Rhea rolled away, getting all the way to the ring ropes where she slowly pulled herself up to her feet and began to stagger back towards Stefano, grabbing hold of her wrist as Steph got her feet underneath her and jerked her forward into the Calydonian Revenge, burying her boot deep into Steph’s gut as she pulled her forward. Stefano fell to both her knees on the ring mat, holding her middle as though trying to keep her intestines inside of her. Rhea stepped backwards, measuring up the Californian as she waved her to her feet before she charged forward and left her feet for the Olympus Has Fallen scissor kick only for Steph to scrabble forward before she can start to move her feet, using her strength to grab her by the legs and dropped Rhea backwards with a flapjack.
 
Zack: Big time flapjack from Steph right there! I’m not sure how much of it she got though, Rhea’s already starting to get up again.
 
Rhea hit the mat and instantly pushed up onto her hands and knees before she pushed further upwards, getting her feet underneath her. The Greek turned back towards Steph; the Californian pushing back up to her feet and jumped into the air, catching Rhea with a two footed dropkick into her chest. Rhea stumbled backwards, trying to catch her balance only to fall into the ropes and bounce back towards Steph as she scrabbled to her feet and she caught the Greek across the chest in what appeared to be a modified chokeslam and drove her into the canvas with the Witchmade lifting side slam. Stefano landed on her knees and fell across Rhea, weakly reaching for her leg to hook it as Stringer dove into position to make the count.
 
Zack: WITCHMADE!!
 
One…
 
Two…
 
...THREE!!!!
 
Mai: NO NO NO NO NO!
 
As Stringer finished the count, Steph rolled away and onto her back breathing deeply as the bell sounded.
 
Maggie: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”THE” STEPH STEFANO!!!
 
Mai: What a horrible turn of events! Steph just got lucky, Rhea won the first round between them and the tag match with the Fair. Means nothing!
 
Zack: You’re entitled to your opinion, even if it’s wrong! Steph evens the score with Rhea here tonight in Tulsa! Stefano is rolling with some momentum heading for Unstoppable! And Eileen has a long night ahead of her if she wants to take the Evolution Championship from Steph’s grasp!
 
Christian slid into the ring and helped Steph to her feet, the referee holding her hand in the air as Christian did likewise; the Witch of Wall Street still recovering from the match as almost fell back to her knees but caught herself in the nick of time before she started to smile and moved towards the corner, climbing to the middle rope and holding her arms aloft as Kyle checked on Rhea, helping her out of the ring and back up the ramp. Steph dropped back to the mat and headed towards another corner, raising her hands in the air to the cheers of the crowd as the show began to fade out.
 


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