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FFW Sin & Sacrifice - September 30, 2017

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Live from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado
September 30, 2017


The FFW logo gets spray painted on a wall before we see a video package featuring the years long rise of Jo McFarlane from her first day in the third season of Future Shock through each major victory before finally becoming FFW Champion at Unstoppable 8. After that, Leona Vega’s rise is also documented as she captures the Television Championship with a record breaking number of defenses till she becomes Evolution Champion. Her struggles with Nevaeh Summers in multiple matches is shown until finally capturing the victory over her at Unstoppable 8. Both Jo and Leona are shown staring at one another, and then up to the FFW Championship in Jo’s hand.

The show cuts live inside the arena to a roaring crowd as “Wicked” by Dorothy blares through the PA system. Fireworks erupt from the stage as the camera pans the crowd to show their signs and enthusiasm.

Zack: We are live in the Pepsi Center here in the Mile HIgh City for the 8th annual Sin & Sacrifice! We thank you for joining us on a night packed with championship matches, and more than a few grudges that need to be settled. But none bigger than what you saw in that package for the FFW Championship as Jo McFarlane makes her first defense against the #1 contender Leona Vega!

Mai: Jo has a history of whiffing her first defense, so I think that’s going to play a role in her head tonight. And whether you like either of them...which I don’t, I suspect Leona Vega will be the new FFW Champion before this is over!

Zack: 4 championships will be defended tonight, including a first ever Irish Pub brawl for the Tornado Tag Team Titles when the Scarborough Fair meet Legs & Arse on their own turf! Scarlett Silver makes her second defense of the Fast Track title against Ruby Tyler, and Ruby’s brought some backup tonight!

Mai: The one you haven’t mentioned is going to be the most glorious of all as a big Russian oak gets chopped down in the Year of Our Pike, because I’ll abstain for a year if that big idiot manages to make her quit to retain the No Surrender Championship.

“War of Change” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play, prompting quite the response from the live crowd as outgoing Chief Operating Officer Cody Kincaid appears at the top of the stage. A smile is shown across his face as he is dressed in a pair of slacks with a shirt and tie.

Zack: Perhaps just as important to tonight is that this will be the last night that Cody Kincaid is the Chief Operating Officer of FFW. It’s a bittersweet moment for a lot of the women on this roster, as well as much of the staff.

Mai: Out with the old, in with the new! This just means that Silas Mason can get that job, and start making the big decisions for more than just Nevaeh.

Cody is handed a microphone from the floor before he starts to speak standing on the stage in front of the video wall.

Cody: So tonight’s the night!

Many of the fans show they are not particularly fond of the decision with a “Please Don’t Go” chant.

Cody: Tonight is my last night in FFW. I’ve already handed over my credentials, logged out of the corporate email, and turned over everything that I needed to do. And while I know a lot of people aren’t thrilled with the idea, I got to tell you it’s going to be nice to be able to sleep in one morning. It’s going to be nice to be able to wake up tomorrow morning without having a sense of urgency to get something done. And while i appreciate the sentiment behind what you’re saying and those I’ve spoken with privately, I don’t have any regrets. I got everything I ever wanted here. I accomplished all those goals I set for myself in 2010 when FFW opened.

Mai: I hope this isn’t going to take up the whole show, ya know? We got 12 matches on the card here.

Cody: I got to sign some of the biggest names in women’s wrestling. I got to get to know people like the Pazzini Sisters, Tara Thunder, Wendy Briese, and Caroline Dallins. I got to share in the moment when Scarlett became a 5 time FFW Champion. I got to beam with pride watching Eileen Amaro capture her first Evolution Championship. And I got to stand in the ring, and enjoy the moment with Jo McFarlane when she became FFW Champion at Unstoppable 8.

All those memories bring a smile to his face.

Cody: The good memories outweigh the bad ones by far. But before I go tonight, there was always one thing I wanted to do. There was always one thing that I wanted to make happen, but I didn’t. But tonight, well if I don’t do it now, I never will get to. I’ve already asked the appropriate people, and on my last night, I will get to cross off that one thing.

Mai: If it’s ask me out for a date, he doesn’t have to go through all this. As long as he’s buying the booze, I’m game.

Zack: Shut up.

Cody: In all my time here, I never once got to referee a FFW Championship match. And that’s precisely what I’m going to do tonight! I have endless respect for Leona Vega, and I couldn’t be any closer to Jo McFarlane after all the years we’ve known each other. So it will be my honor, pleasure and privilege to officiate the main event tonight, and award the winner with the FFW Championship. Hopefully it goes without saying that I will call it right down the middle, because I want to see this as much as anyone. Good luck to both women tonight. And as it pertains to all of you here….and everyone whoever bought a ticket or ordered a Pay Per View or watched a show….Thank you! It’s been the ride of a lifetime, and I’ll see you down the road.

Cody’s music begins to play as he heads towards the back to a pop from the crowd. The cameras move down to ringside as the lovely Maggie Rourke is stepping into the ring.

Zack: All class right there, and what an announcement! Cody will referee tonight’s main event for the FFW Championship! One more check off his FFW career bucket list! But that’s still to come. Let’s send it up to Maggie to kick things off here at Sin & Sacrifice!





The lights go out completely as the opening guitar riff of ‘Is this the way you get to hell by Stitched up heart’ starts to play. A red spotlight hits highlighting a handbasket sitting on the otherwise empty stage.

Is this the way you get to hell?
Is this the way you get to hell in a handbasket?
You will tear me apart.
You will tear apart my mind, My simple mind.
It's just cause you hurt so bad,
That you end up blind, You end up blind.
Is this the way you… Is this the way you...
Is this the way you…


A second spotlight hits at the entrance to see Raven Knight standing with her arms raised above her head making the bottom of her top raise enough to show part of her taut abdomen. Just behind her Andrew Marx steps out and Raven pulls him towards her for a kiss...only for the kiss to be interrupted by a figure bumrushing Raven off the stage, the black-haired woman tumbling down the ramp while Andrew shouts at the woman with a skunk strip in her hair, who tells him to piss off before she marches to Raven, picking her up off the ramp and tossing her into the barricade seperating the crowd from the entrance.

Zack: That’s...that’s Mallory Bennett! We know she’s fighting Raven tonight, but it looks as though she doesn’t want to wait for everyone to get in the ring!

Mai: Typical drunken rednecks! Hey, get that bitch out of here and into AA! Pretty sure she has a problem!

Mallory hits a hard chop to Raven’s chest before snapmaring her away from the barricade and onto the ground at the end of the ramp, pulling back on her arms while she pushes her knee into Raven’s spine. Knight cries out, legs kicking as she fails to make a proper escape, the submission only breaking up when Andrew pulls Mallory away from his girlfriend. This...turns out to be a big mistake as Mallory smashes her forearm into Andrew’s face, the manager knocked out on the floor!

Zack: Down goes Andrew! I get he was trying to help his client out with this unhinged Mallory, but-

Mai: And what was the ref gonna do, Zack? He can’t disqualify Raven because THIS MATCH ISN’T OFFICIALLY GOING YET!

Once Raven sees what Bennett had done to Andrew, the pyromaniac lets out a shriek before she grabs Mallory by the collar of her ring gear, running at top speed as she rams Mallory’s cranium into the side of the steel steps! The crowd looks on in horror while Mallory flails, grabbing her head while the camera looks on at the dent the effect created!

Zack: Good LORD! That left a Mallory-sized dent in the steel steps!

Mai: Tell me something the descriptive didn’t just do.

Zack: THE WHAT?

Raven doesn’t allow Mallory any time to recover, kicking at the downed Floridian while threatening to set her on fire the same way she lit her father’s truck. This gives Mallory an opening where she lifts her leg up into Raven’s crotch, causing Knight to fall to the ground, hissing from the pain. Mallory sits herself up, holding onto her head while she wears a cringing expression on her face. Slowly she gets up, stumbling a bit from that blow to the head while Raven is getting on her knees. Mallory grabs her by the head, picking her up for a spinebuster while she spins to plant Knight into the very steps her head was thrown into, but Knight manages to crawl over her shoulders and counter with a sunset flip bomb! No pinfall due to the match not having started, but Raven still has enough strength to climb onto the apron while Mallory is still grabbing hold of her head, trying to get the bats out of the belfry. While the ref is urging Knight to get into the ring, Raven ignores him, hopping off the apron to hit Bennett with a flying kesen giri chop!

Zack: Neither wrestler has stepped into the ring, the ref almost begging someone to do so to get this match properly under way!

Mai: You know what, let them have this, it’s much more entertaining than just a normal ring fight.

As Raven looks down at Mallory, grinning at the mechanic before she grabs Mallory by the collar and tosses her under the ropes, Bennett’s body rolling to the middle of the ring as a result, and the ref rings the bell.

Zack: And this match is officially under way!

Mai: Aw, boo, ruin my fun.

Raven slides in after Mallory, who’s slow to get back to her feet. Knight takes advantage of this by waiting for Bennett to get to her knees, then come at her with a Shining Wizard! Raven hooks the leg for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Mallory gets her shoulder up.

Zack: With all the damage Mallory took before getting in the ring, I’m not surprised we’re already at a two count. Luckily she made it out in time.

Raven slaps her hands down on the mat, frustrated. She grabs Mallory by the neck and yanks her up to her feet, hoisting her onto her shoulders as she prepares for a GTS...but Mallory manages to wriggle herself out of Raven’s grip, landing on her feet behind the raven haired woman, and with whatever strength she musters manages to wrap her arms around Knight and lift her into a German Suplex that tosses the pyromaniac into the turnbuckles! Raven seems dazed, grabbing her back where the middle turnbuckle hit her, while Mallory shakes the cobwebs out of her skull. Bennett approaches her opponent and starts to stomp and chop away at Raven until she’s seated in the corner, and stomps down on her like crazy until she finishes it off with a face wash boot!

Zack: Mallory’s back in the fight, and she’s pissed off enough that Raven feels those boots stomp all over her!

Mai: Goddammit Raven, she should be sleeping by now!

Mallory grabs hold of Raven’s leg, flipping her over and twisting on the ankle, making Raven cry out from the pain. Knight struggles to get to the ropes, Bennett doing her best to make sure she doesn’t reach them. Knight soon starts to use her free leg, kicking Mallory’s hands off of her, Bennett refusing to budge. But Knight gives one swift kick that misses the mechanic’s hands...and manages to hit Mallory square in the jaw! Mallory’s grip loosens as she stumbles back into the ropes, grabbing hold of the top rope to avoid going through them. Knight crawls to the ropes, using them for leverage as she hobbles to her feet. She watches Mallory stand up, and does her best to charge at her opponent and hit a running neckbreaker before quickly hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Mallory gets her shoulder up. Raven decides she’s going to try and end it, picking Mallory up and placing her into a front headlock.

Zack: Raven looks to be ready to go for the Knight Terrors! Given the damage to Mallory’s head this might just be the end of it!

Mai: Good!

But before Raven can fall forward, Mallory begins to elbow at Raven’s midsection, Knight letting go after a few hits. This allows Mallory to stumble away from Knight, trying to regain her bearings.

Zack: I think Mallory had a move in mind once she broke free from the headlock, but her head seems to-OH!

Raven stands upright and goes after Mallory from behind, but Bennett seems to have counted on it and the second she feels Knight’s hand touch her the mechanic reaches out for Knight’s head, and brings her down with a stunner!

Zack: Malparry!

Mai: What the-?! When did she develop a sixth goddamn sense?!

The stun sends Raven flying onto her back, Mallory pausing to regain herself while her eyes are on the nearest corner post. Bennett slowly makes her way over to the turnbuckles, and makes her way up. After pausing to get her trajectory and taking a deep breath, Mallory leaps off with a frog splash, her knees still tucked under as she plans for the Muy Mal…

ENDING 1

Zack: MUY MAL CONNECTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Maggie: Here is your winner...MALLORY! BENNETT!

Bennett rolls off of Raven, not moving while she stares up at the lights. She’s still breathing, a smile cracking on her face, the crowd applauding her for her efforts.

Zack: Give this one to Mallory, she took a hard hit to the head early on in the fight, but her resilience paid off!

Mai:...Meh.

A few officials and Jake can be seen heading to the ring, helping Mallory out and to her feet. Mallory stumbles a bit, Jake staying by her side while she tries to make her way up the ramp.








We are shown the latest Global Wars standings before the show cuts back down to ringside with the lovely Maggie Rourke standing by in the ring.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is part of the Global Wars series!

Zack: Trust me when I tell you that there is more than just Global Wars to consider between these two women.

“Something New” starts up over the speakers, and the jeers have almost drowned out the music before Brazilian Storm have even arrived (though in fairness, the beginning is pretty quiet). Yellow, green and blue spotlights dance around the arena, while the tron shows images of both halves of the team in action. Suddenly, the music stops and the tron cuts out...only for the sound of crashing thunder to echo loudly through the arena.

Love to hate,
Repeating my mistakes.
But there’s no one left to listen,
No one left to listen.
Take a chance, and fuck the consequence
When there’s no one left to listen,
No one left to listen.


As a curtain of dry ice smoke fills up the entrance stage, the two Brazilian wrestlers walk up to the top of the ramp together, with their manager Kyle Kilmeade right behind them. Once there, they look over the booing crowd with matching smirks on their face before they stop for a pose: Bianca goes to a knee and opens her arms wide in the Witch of the Winds pose, as Mel does her own pose, twirling on her feet and taking a soft dip of a bow, also with her arms open. After a couple of seconds in that pose, Bianca lunges forth and twirls herself, as Mel swings an arm, and the best friends indulge in a loud high-five. Then, side by side, they walk down the entrance ramp, with their manager following them with a lonely round of applause.

Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for something new!
Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for something new!


Maggie: Introducing first/And her opponent…from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, by way of Craigleigh, accompanied by Bianca Salvador and Kyle Kilmeade...MEL AVILO!

Instead of going straight to the ring though, the girls walk up to a camera, getting right up to the lens with their mischievous smirks. As Bianca flexes her biceps for the gun show, kissing the bulging muscle, Mel’s smirk becomes a grin as she gives the camera, and the viewers at home, some choice words about their opponents. After that, the best friends roll into the ring and move to opposite turnbuckles, climbing onto the second rope and staring into the booing crowd, only to wave them off and regroup, going to their corner. Bianca sits on the top turnbuckle and Mel docks herself there, as they wait for their match to begin while they strategize, Kyle joining in their conversation.

Zack: Mel Avilo, fresh off picking up a big tag team win recently, may have Global Wars on her mind. But perhaps bigger than that is she’s facing her ex-s new girlfriend.

Mai: How often do you get the chance to beat the snot out of an ex’s new girl? You know if I had had that chance, you may not ever have seen Steph Stefano wrestle anywhere.

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.

Mai: You know what I don’t get? He doesn’t have abs really, he’s hardly buff. Why on Earth would either Mel or Missy even bother looking at Adam? They could do SO much better!

Zack: This may be a foreign concept to you, but not every woman bases her feelings on how hot a guy is. Some of them actually like substance. Crazy, huh?

Referee Angela Keanan checked both women, and called for the bell. They stared across at one another before moving towards the center. A collar and elbow tie up followed that, with Mel already getting the better of it, thanks to a power advantage. She pushed Missy back into the ropes without much trouble at all, causing the referee to call for a break. Mel gave a clean one...until she patted Missy on the cheek like a small child. The British brunette didn’t take well to that, and ended up nailing her with an elbow to the jaw. A second and third connected as well before Missy whipped her across for the ride. A drop toe hold on the rebound sent Mel across the middle rope with a snap. Missy bounced to her feet, and took off for the far side before rebounding into a baseball slide under the bottom rope. A palm thrust to the throat sent Mel back into the ring coughing before Missy rejoined her.

Zack: Missy learned quickly that Mel’s going to overmatch her in sort of power, and she’s doing the smart thing by trying to take down to the mat.

Mai: The hard part for me, Zack, is I want to sleep with both of them. So I don’t know who to insult. Life is hard, man!

Avilo tried to catch her breath as she rose to her hands and knees, only for Missy to use a leg drop across the back of her head to put her down on the mat. She quickly got back to her feet, and caught the former Unity Champion with a running kneelift to the face as she was trying to get up again. A quick grab of her head snapped her down into a swinging neckbreaker before Missy rolled her over for the cover.

Mai: Why can’t they just make out and date each other? Adam will understand, he’s constantly left by women.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

As soon as the two struck, Mel kicked out and shoved Missy off the cover in the process. The Team England member got back to her feet, and went to nail her with a clubbing blow to the back, but Mel caught her coming in with a headbutt to the stomach. It stopped Missy in her tracks as Mel got to her feet, and blasted her with a discus clothesline to the mat.

Zack: Mel’s out at two. There’s no question that she is one of the toughest women in this company, and can absorb a hell of a lot of punishment.

Avilo got her bearings before she grabbed Missy’s arm to pull her to her feet. A trio of kicks landed into her midsection before she scooped her up into a fireman’s carry. She then dropped her across her knee, stood back up, and repeated it four more times. A quick hoist over her shoulder saw Mel take off with a running powerslam that drove Missy into the mat. She rolled onto her stomach to avoid a pin attempt, so Mel used a double foot stomp into her lower back as a result.

Zack: Missy’s back is going to be sternly tested before this one is through, especially after Mel connected with that double foot stomp.

Mai: It reminds me of Super Mario, and Missy’s back was the Goombah. All Mel needed was a red hat and overalls. That’s…….kinda hot.

Missy started to get up, only for Mel to snatch her into a rear waistlock and throw her with a German suplex to the canvas. A little bit of a smile formed on Avilo’s face as she strolled towards her, hooked that waistlock again, and launched Missy a second time with another German suplex. Missy tried to rise again, only to get whipped across with velocity to the far corner back first. Missy grimaced in pain with one hand on her back before Mel scooped her up over her shoulders and planted her with a Death Valley Driver. She went for the cover with a hook of the leg.

Mai: Missy’s gonna be walking funny for a few days, if she’s walking at all! And there’s Brazil about to hit three points, I bet!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Missy managed to get her shoulder up in time, which only made Mel roll her onto her stomach and begin driving repeated elbows into her lower back.

Zack: Mel is laser focused on Missy’s back, and those relentless elbow strikes are almost as hard to watch as they must be to feel! Not another German suplex!

Mel pulled Missy up into another rear waistlock, looking as though she were about to go for another German suplex. But Missy tried to fight out of it with back elbows to the side of Mel’s head rapid-fire. Six of them connected before Missy could get free! Mel staggered back against the ropes as Missy took off for the far side, leaving her feet for something only to get a back body drop over the top rope by Mel. Christian caught her on the way down, and sat her up on the apron. As Mel staggered away, Missy stepped back through and called her name. When Mel turned around, the Leeds beauty caught her by surprise with a bicycle kick to the jaw. Mel dropped to a knee as Missy hooked her head for a snap DDT. But as soon as she connected, Missy clutched her back in pain after the impact and rolled Mel over for the cover. Keanan dove into position.

Mai: Christian should just start wearing catcher’s mitts for Missy’s matches! He could have been a catcher in Major League Baseball in another life!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TH-NOOPE!!

Mel got her shoulder up prior to the three, and Missy rolled away towards the ropes. Christian moved around to her, giving her some advice as Mel was beginning to rise to her feet.

Zack: Whatever Christian’s telling her, part of it better be about the powerhouse Brazilian that’s preparing to mow her down!

Avilo attempted to blindside her as she barreled towards Missy with a clothesline, only for Missy to pull the top rope down and send Mel over this time. Avilo nearly landed on top of Christian before Missy pulled her head through the ropes with her feet hanging into a hangman’s DDT! Missy rolled her over once more, looking for another cover as Keanan slid into position.

Zack: Two devastating DDTs in a row, Mel may be out cold!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOPE!!

Avilo got her foot across the bottom rope this time, which Missy noticed with a shake of her head. She sat up on her knees, still holding her lower back in pain for a moment before getting to a vertical base.

Mai: If Missy needs a full body rubdown or anything after this match, she can text me and I’ll bring the pina colada lotion. Like the song says, Zack, ‘do you like pina coladas? And getting lost in the rain?”

Missy headed for the corner, measuring Mel for something as she was starting to rise up to her hands and knees. The Leeds beauty bolted towards her with a curb stomp in mind, but Mel had it well scouted and dodged out of the way before getting back to her feet. Missy got her feet back under her, turned, and walked right into a spinebuster that caused her to shout on impact.

Zack: Missy was looking for the MISCHIEF MAKER, but Mel had it scouted and pulverized her back as a punishment!

Mai: Missy was trying to get her balance off the height she got for that curb stomp, and Mel capitalized in a heartbeat! I’m not sure how much longer her back will hold out.

Mel slowly got to her feet, glancing over to Kyle who gave her some advice. She pulled Missy up from behind, hammering forearms into her back before hoisting her onto her shoulders with a torture rack submission. Mel bounced up and down, causing Missy to do the same as the British brunette’s face showed what kind of agony she was suffering at the hands of Mel.

Mai: A torture rack, Mel’s looking to put Brazil up by 5 now since none of the pinfalls were getting the job done.

Zack: And the problem for Missy is Mel can hold this all day long, but Missy’s back doesn’t have nearly as long of a shelf life.

Mel started shaking her on her shoulders like a propeller, trying to increase the pain she was experiencing. Keanan asked Missy if she wanted to stop the match, but got a definitive no to that question. Avilo continued to shake her as Missy began waving her free arm, trying to pull Mel off balance. It finally worked when she pulled her over backwards into a crucifix pin that Keanan counted immediately!

Zack: Oh, Missy found a way out after all! Team England’s going up by 3!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Mel got her arm free, and broke the pin attempt before it was too late. She checked with the official to make sure before turning around to grab her opponent. But when she leaned down to get her, Missy started firing knees into the side of her head from her back.

Mai: I’m not sure how much power is behind those knees to the head where she is, but it’s enough to slow Mel down for a moment. Plus….Missy has a great butt!

Mel reeled backwards a couple steps after all the knees, and allowed Missy to use the ropes to help her get to her feet. A pained expression rested on her face as she looked back to see where Mel was before darting towards her. Missy left her feet with a soccer style kick to the side of Mel’s head. Avilo would have went down if she didn’t fall into the corner to hang there by her arms. Missy immediately got to her feet, and took off for the far side again. She left her feet after the rebound to run up the ropes with a disaster kick to the back of Mel’s head! Avilo toppled over like a tree as Missy dove for the cover!

Mai: Where did all that come from?! This match has swung more than a pendulum!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Kyle pulled Mel’s foot across the bottom rope before pointing it out to the referee. Missy cast a death stare towards him as Christian headed around the corner after him.

Zack: That would have been all right there, if it weren’t for Kilmeade! And if looks could kill, we’d need a coroner for him right now!

Mai: I didn’t see that. My monitor went out, what happened?! Oh, Mel kicked out! Okay!

Missy turned her attention back to the ring as Mel was starting to get to all fours again. She darted out of the corner with her curb stomp to the back of Mel’s head, driving it into the canvas before she headed up top. Missy wasted no time with a frog splash for the cover hooking the outside leg!

Zack: MISCHIEF MAKER….LI’L MISS MISCHIEF!!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Keanan called for the bell as Christian rolled into the ring. Missy slowly got to her feet, one hand pressed against her back as the referee raised the other.

Mai: Thank goodness this match is over! I was so conflicted, but I want both women to know I will still happily massage or sleep with you.

Maggie: Here is your winner……………….MISSY!!!

Missy glanced up to the scoreboard to see 3 points added for England, which brought a smile to her face. Christian congratulated her, raising her other hand. He sat on the middle rope for her to exit to the floor.

Zack: A hard fought contest, to say the least. But England goes up by 3, and Missy’s leaving Denver with a smile….and a sore back.

Missy raised her own hand as she backed up the ramp, pointing to the scoreboard where her country’s flag was shown briefly flying. On that, we cut to a commercial for the merchandise site.


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For A Better FFW

The video soon opens with a stern looking young man staring straight into the camera. The background is that of a sunny day, a tree and a basketball hoop. He seems resolute in his posture as he stares at it, speaking into the camera.

Young Man: There's not much in life I'm asking for. I'm content with my job, dating a great girl. I got alot of things going for me, but there is something that is troubling me. My favorite wrestling company, Femme Fatale Wrestling, is in crisis. A crisis that has been going on for a prolonged period of time. Cody Kincaid nealy drive the company into the ground with his decision making. I kept watching hoping he'd see the error of his ways, but no..he never did. But then came his resignation. There was hope again. My hope grew even stronger when I heard Silas Mason was thinking of going for the position. That's the kinda guy we can all get behind.

The scene now changes to an older hispanic woman sitting at a kitchen table. She speaks in spanish with subtitles running on the screen

Older Hispanic Woman: That idiot Cody Kincaid doesn't know star power. He was blinded by his own ego and his wife was annoying to deal with. But if Silas gets the job? Then we got something here. he's a man with a plan. He knows how to run careers like white girl Nevaeh's. He's the guy FFW needs as COO. Us wrestling fans deserve someone like him in charge.

The scene now shifts to a young asian woman sitting in what seems to be a dorm room at college. She speaks in mandarin as subtitles again are shown.

Young Asian Woman: To see how Silas and Nevaeh work together is empowering. He's a man who is not out for his own selfish gains, but to help this woman achieve her dreams. For a young woman such as myself it's inspiring. It makes me proud and I'd love to see Silas as COO and really give the company a boost it's needed for quite some time, to help those other women achieve the same success Nevaeh has.

Our scene now shifts to a middle aged man sitting on a park bench. As he speaks we soon realize he's french as he speaks in that language. The subtitles follow suit

Middle Aged Man: What FFW has needed for a long time is a man who won't be persuaded so easily. The last guy in charge was obviously biased. He had his favorites. What I want to see in my wrestling is the best competing for titles. Not chosen ones getting every break imaginable. Silas will set that company straight, get rid of the trash, and have great wrestling be front and center like it should be.

The video keeps playing as the camera begins to pan out. We can see the previous people as well, along with several others. Soon there’s even more, all amassed on a  huge screen. Different people of different nationalities speaking.

As we keep watching we can hear footsteps off-camera. It doesn’t take long till a man walks into the shoot, looking at all the videos playing. He’s wearing a dark suit and cowboy hat. As he turns around we see it is indeed Silas Mason.

He stares at the camera with supreme confidence as he removed his hat from the top of his head and held it to his chest.

Silas: These videos you've all just seen are just a few of the seemingly thousands that have been delivered ta me through various forms. When I first set out ta try and become FFW COO I was just doing what I felt was right. Trying ta help FFW grow. But over the past few weeks, seeing all these videos, getting the support I have from all the cities we've gone ta. I realized that this is much bigger than FFW.

Silas nodded his head, still looking stoic.

Silas: This impacts so many people all over the world. It's a huge responsibility and hearing from all of these people wanting me in that position..why it's only reinforced my desire ta be COO. I'm not just doing it for me or Nevaeh as so many claim it ta be. I truly do want ta make this company the best in the entire wrestling industry. I got a vision that would change the wrestling industry as we know it. Yes at Sin & Sacrifice I have an opportunity for an interview, but I wanted ta take this time ta thank all of ya who sent the videos. Who’ve held rallies outside the buildings. Who have taken time ta simply support me in this endeavor. I will do everything in my power for it ta all be for naught. I will stand by ya as ya have stood by me. I am here for the betterment of professional wrestling. I have given my all to this business, to my wonderful client Nevaeh Summers, and if made COO I will give my all ta ya, the fans. Ya have my word. Let’s all come together as one.

Silas now went about putting his hat back on top of his head, making sure it was aligned just right before speaking back up


Silas: I am working for a better FFW...for a better tomorrow

Silas now gave a tip of the hat to the camera, a small smile breaking across his lips.

Mai: That was….beautiful.

Mai’s sniffling is heard as the sound of someone’s head hits the desk. We then cut to a commercial for Future Shock Resistance.





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

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

"Let's go."

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

Maggie:Coming to the ring..... Hailing from New Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 65 kilotons of power, she is the Nuclear Explosion of the Burning Star Express....

[Asaka runs and hops up onto the apron, hard cam side, climbing up the turnbuckles and raising up her arms upwards and then outward, like an explosive cloud.]

Atomic! Kaoru! Aaaaaaasaka!

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

Zack: Kaoru came up a little short when she faced Steph for the Evolution Championship a little over two weeks ago, so you know she will be looking to rectify that in part with a win here tonight.

Mai: Pity she’s going to end up disappointed again then isn’t it?

The lights go out in the arena.

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

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


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

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

VALENTINA LOZANO!!!!!!

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

Zack: Valentina had a few issues with her Team Canada partner when they faced Team England just over two weeks ago. Just like Kaoru she will be looking to rectify that and add some points to Team Canada’s total with a win tonight.

Mai: The Latin Goddess will succeed and look amazing while doing it too.

Referee Jennifer Stringer checks both women as Maggie makes her way out of the ring. Satisfied with her checks, Stringer calls for the bell to get the match underway and both women make their way towards the centre with Kaoru reaching it slightly ahead of Valentina. Kaoru goes for a tie up but Valentina doesn’t seem interested in that all and instead clocks Kaoru with a stiff forearm to the jaw. Kaoru reels a little from the impact but gathers herself quickly, maybe a little quicker than Valentina was expecting as the Canadian is taken by surprise with a headbutt from the Japanese wrestler. Before Valentina can recover, Kaoru catches her with another headbutt before spinning her around, locking her arms around Lozano’s waist and using a German suplex to dump her on the canvas. Without skipping a beat, Kaoru pulls her back up again and uses a second German Suplex to dump her straight back again. Asaka pulls her up for a third, but Valentina throws a series of elbows back towards Kaoru’s head. Most of them miss but she manages to connect with a couple which is just enough to force the Japanese wrestler to break her hold on the Canadian’s waist.

Zack: Valentina tried to catch Kaoru off guard but she was more than ready to respond to that opening shot.

Mai: You can’t headbutt Valentina in that beautiful face! It should be illegal if you ask me.

Valentina spins around and quickly grabs Kaoru’s wrist and then pulls her into a short-arm clothesline which sends her to the mat. Straight away Valentina keeps hold of Kaoru’s arm, but rather than pull her up for another, she starts to stomp on the Japanese wrestler’s body. Kaoru doubles up to try and avoid the blows, but Valentina keeps stomping until Kaoru uses her free arm to grab Valentina around the calf and send her off balance. Lozano stumbles but manages to stay upright and Kaoru uses the respite to roll away towards the ropes, holding her middle. Steadying herself with the ropes Kaoru gets back to her feet, just as Valentina takes off towards her looking for a lariat. Asaka drops down to the canvas and rolls passed the Canadian, jumping back up to her feet behind her. Valentina spins on a dime only to be met with a stiff chop to her chest which earns Kaoru a massive cheer from the Denver crowd. Kaoru uses a shoulder block to knock her straight back into her corner. Then fires another chop across Valentina’s chest, quickly followed by a second and a third, with the crowd counting as she keeps firing them one after another. She stops at five and pulls Valentina from the corner to deliver a snap DDT which plants her on the canvas.

Mai: Did you see the way Valentina stomped on her, that was poetry in motion.

Zack: I did. But I also saw Kaoru knock her into the corner and dump her with a snap DDT following those stomps.

With Valentina on the mat, Kaoru takes off towards the ropes and uses them to rebound off, before heading back towards Valentina just as she is getting back to her knees. Kaoru leaves her feet to deliver a running dropkick straight to the Canadian’s face which puts her flat on her back. Kaoru quickly floats over for the cover and Stringer drops down into position to start the count.

Zack: RADAWAY! Kaoru could be calling time on this match early and picking up the first of Team Japan’s Global Wars points.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Valentina gets her shoulder up before the three and shoves Kaoru off of her and quite a distance away, across the canvas where she lands on her butt in a seated position.

Mai: You shouldn’t discount the Latin Goddess so quickly, Zack. It will take more than that to keep her down.

Both women stay down on the canvas for a moment, catching their breath before either start to move. Slightly slower than Valentina, Kaoru gets back to her feet and narrowly avoids landing straight back on her butt as The Latin Goddess smacks her with a spinning backfist from nowhere. Valentina grabs Kaoru and despite the Japanese wrestler’s struggles, raises her above her head in a gorilla press. Asaka carries on struggling in her attempt to escape but Valentina drops her unceremoniously to the canvas before taking off towards the ropes. Scaling to the top rope quickly and elegantly she pauses slightly to make sure Kaoru is still in position before landing a flying leg drop with pinpoint accuracy straight across her chest. The Latin Goddess rolls off of Asaka and throws her arm across for the cover. Stringer slides back into position with haste.

Zack: Valentina has come back with a vengeance following the last pin attempt and near perfect leg drop has led to a pin attempt of her own.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kaoru manages to roll her shoulder just before the three is complete and the crowd get to their feet with cheers as Valentina looks to Stringer for clarification that it wasn’t in fact a three. Stringer confirms by holding up two fingers. With an extremely frustrated look, Valentina gets back to her feet and starts to stomp on Kaoru again.

Mai: That was a slow count, come on! Valentina should be getting her hand raised now and the points showing for Team Canada.

Slower this time, Kaoru gets back up, holding her ribs as she does, only to find herself straight back down as Valentina delivers a spear that almost puts the Japanese wrestler straight through the ring and then rolls straight back up to her feet. Stepping on Kaoru’s mid-section as she does, Valentina makes her way to the corner and climbs back up to the top rope. Again she takes the time to ensure that her target hasn’t moved before launching herself off for a diving moonsault….that she misses anyway as Kaoru waits until the very last second before rolling away, causing Valentina to eat a faceful of canvas and the crowd to erupt in cheers. Valentina pushes up to her knees, and then Kaoru pulls her the rest of the way back to her feet. The Japanese wrestler grabs Valentina by the hair and delivers a series of knees straight into her face. She then starts to fire right hands into the Canadian’s side. Releasing Valentina’s hair, Kaoru continues to deliver right hands to her until the impact forcing her down to the canvas. As soon as she is down, Kaoru locks in a guillotine choke. Valentina tries to pry Kaoru’s arms away but the Japanese wrestler instead tightens her grip.

Zack: Kaoru could be about to add five points to Team Japan’s total. She has a guillotine choke locked in tight and it doesn’t look like Valentina has anywhere to go.

Mai: Oh ye of little faith, Zack. The Latin Goddess will find a way out of this sticky situation.

Stringer drops down to ask Valentina if she wants to give in, but she grits her teeth and gives a negative response with a look of disdain on her face. Every time the Latin Goddess tries to break free, Asaka simply adjusts her position to tighten her grip. With Valentina gasping for breath, Stringer asks her again if she wants to give in. Giving the referee a dirty look, Valentina manages to shout no. Which earns her a great deal of animosity from the Denver crowd as they shout at her to tap out. She stretches her right arm and starts to fumble behind her, not finding what she wants, she starts to work against Karou, managing to move the pair backwards several inches, all the while fumbling behind her, until she finds what she’s been looking for and with a satisfied smile, she wraps her fingers around the bottom rope.

Mai: Didn’t I tell you? I never had any doubt that she would use her superior intellect and beauty to find a way.

Zack: That was a good show of ring awareness from Lozano and she just prevented Kaoru from getting five points and kept her own chances of scoring for Team Canada alive a bit longer.

Kaoru breaks the hold at Stringer’ insistence, with visible frustration. The crowd echo the sentiment at not getting to see Valentina tap out. Sitting back, Valentina steadies herself with one hand on the canvas and massages her neck with the other, but luckily for her she moves her fingers just in time to avoid them being stamped on by Kaoru’s boot. Using the ropes for support, Valentina pulls herself up to her feet and fires a stiff forearm straight into Kaoru’s head. She strikes again with a right hand to the opposite side of Kaoru’s head, and again with a left, then pulls her into position for a samoan drop. As soon as Kaoru has been planted on the canvas Valentina takes off for the ropes and rebounds off them to deliver a knee drop to the Japanese wrestler’s ribs. Stringer drops down to start the count as Valentina goes for the cover.

Zack: Another pin attempt from Valentina and this could be it!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

The frustration is clear as Valentina slaps her hand against the mat when Kaoru kicks out just in the nick of time and jumps quickly back to her feet having gotten her second wind.

Mai: Oh come on! Why can’t she just stay down and stop fighting the inevitable.

Asaka spins herself round so that she is behind Valentina as she pushes herself back to her feet, before the Canadian has chance to react, Kaoru pulls her back into an inverted facelock, then lifts her up vertically, and just holds her there for a moment, before driving her into the mat.

Zack: That’s the ATOM'S GLOW and this could be all she wrote.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Stringer gets back to her feet and immediately calls for the bell.

Maggie: Your winner via pinfall…….KAORU ASAKA!!

Zack: It wasn’t easy by any stretch, but Kaoru managed to pick up the three count and three points for Team Japan to get them on the board.

Mai: I demand a recount!

Kaoru gets to her feet to have her hand raised with a smile on her face. The camera shows a the rather annoyed looking form of Valentina, pulling herself up into a seated position behind her, before cutting elsewhere.






Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fall where the winner of this match will receive a shot for the FFW Fast Track Championship!

The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. The girl is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her husband, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope. She springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. The former acrobat runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.
 
Maggie: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115 lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. Please welcome...KELLY KINCAID!!!

Zack: Kelly Kincaid returns to Sin & Sacrifice with the intention of leaving tonight as the Fast Track Champion but if there’s one woman who has a distinct problem with that...

Mai: It’s going to be the woman who wants it back, Zack... As well as adding some points in for Team Brazil!

“Something New” starts up over the speakers, and the jeers have almost drowned out the music before Brazilian Storm have even arrived (though in fairness, the beginning is pretty quiet). Yellow, green and blue spotlights dance around the arena, while the tron shows images of both halves of the team in action. Suddenly, the music stops and the tron cuts out...only for the sound of crashing thunder to echo loudly through the arena.

Love to hate,
Repeating my mistakes.
But there’s no one left to listen,
No one left to listen.
Take a chance, and fuck the consequence
When there’s no one left to listen,
No one left to listen.


As a curtain of dry ice smoke fills up the entrance stage, the two Brazilian wrestlers walk up to the top of the ramp together, with their manager Kyle Kilmeade right behind them. Once there, they look over the booing crowd with matching smirks on their face before they stop for a pose: Bianca goes to a knee and opens her arms wide in the Witch of the Winds pose, as Mel does her own pose, twirling on her feet and taking a soft dip of a bow, also with her arms open. After a couple of seconds in that pose, Bianca lunges forth and twirls herself, as Mel swings an arm, and the best friends indulge in a loud high-five. Then, side by side, they walk down the entrance ramp, with their manager following them with a lonely round of applause.

Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for something new!
Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for something new!


Maggie/Gabrielle: And her opponent, escorted to the ring by Mel Avilo and Kyle Kilmeade… From Brazil… BIANCA SALVADOR!!!

Instead of going straight to the ring though, the girls walk up to a camera, getting right up to the lens with their mischievous smirks. As Bianca flexes her biceps for the gun show, kissing the bulging muscle, Mel’s smirk becomes a grin as she gives the camera, and the viewers at home, some choice words about their opponents. After that, the best friends roll into the ring and move to opposite turnbuckles, climbing onto the second rope and staring into the booing crowd, only to wave them off and regroup, going to their corner. Bianca sits on the top turnbuckle and Mel docks herself there, as they wait for their match to begin while they strategize, Kyle joining in their conversation.

Zack: Mel already had a long night here in Denver already against Missy so I doubt she’s going to be of much danger here tonight or that Kelly will have to keep an eye on her... Kyle however is another matter entirely however when his client’s interests are in the mix.

Mai: Well I’m sure Christian has no love loss for Kyle so he’ll be kicking a pair of eyes on him.

DING! DING! DING!

Malcolm Parks motions between both women if they’re ready to begin and Bianca smiles wide before she walks towards the middle of the ring and offers a hand out to Kelly. Kincaid looks dubious to the offering as the crowd tells her not to do it at all. She... Slowly begins to reach forward, obviously against her better judgment as Bianca suddenly catches her off guard and slaps her square in the mouth, causing her to wipe her jaw. The Brazilian before Kincaid can lay into her drops on her back to dodge an incoming dropsault as Kelly lands on her knees and her palms, eyeing Bianca as she goes to stand up and they meet for a moment face to face.

Zack: Very light exchange here in the early goings of this match. Nothing more than feeling each other out.

The two women lock up now with Kelly quickly taking the better of the exchange and giving Bianca and arm twist before she runs with her towards the ropes, hopping onto the middle rope and turning around and nearly catching Salvador with a leg lariat! The Typhoon counters the Acrobat however, catching her into a powerbomb position but she counters it by pushing off Bianca’s shoulders, onto the mat and running towards the ropes, coming back with a spinning european uppercut that stumbles Salvador back. From there it’s a hand against her chest, pushing her back into the corner before making a motion to irish whip her. Salvador however counters but Kelly hits the corner, runs right back out and corkscrew crossbodies Bianca down into a cover!

OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!

KKKKIIICCCCKKKOOUUUTTT!!

Mai: It’ll take more than that to put down the Typhoon and she’s obviously going to show Kelly in spades! Get her Baephoon!

Zack: Easily the worst nickname you’ve come up for someone yet.

Kincaid quickly rises up to her feet and takes off for the ropes, slingshoting over them onto the apron before she turns and sees Bianca coming after her again, she ducks Salvador as the Typhoon goes for a sunset flip, pulling Kelly onto her shoulders to counter the likely Thesz press that was coming and in turn powerbombing Kincaid right onto the apron! Kelly puts a hand against her back in pain as Bianca reaches downward and grabs her by her blonde hair before rolling her halfway into the ring. Kincaid’s legs stick out however as Kelly gets dragged to the nearest pole before Bianca whiplashes it against the metal turnbuckle pole, causing Kincaid to pull her legs away as Bianca rolls into the ring after her and reaches down, grabbing her hair once more and slapping her in the face... First an open palm, then a backhand, and then boos for the Brazilian wrestler who could give a damn less.

Zack: It was an impressive counter to Kelly trying to fly but after that powerbomb Salvador is taking her to task.

Mai: If you were to ask Bianca, a task would probably be the last thing she would ever call Kelly.

Bianca verbally tirades on Kelly, asking her if she’s going to outpace her and outfly her and run circles around her yet before she wraps her legs around Kincaid’s arm in a full out cross armbreaker, licking her chops and seeming less intent on a singular target and more picking apart Kelly’s body in general. Kincaid huffs as the referee asks her to quit, shaking her head no as she looks around for the ropes. She reaches at first in front of her with her arm but then reaches back with her leg and hooks a foot around, causing the referee to tell Salvador to break the hold... And if you think she would actually do that when the referee told her, you’d have another thing coming as she holds on tight as Parks begins to count down on her.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI--!

Now Bianca lets go, holding her hands up... Typhoon without breaking her facial reactions any sort of anyway but holding her hands up as though she meant no harm. There’s a wide smirk on Salvador’s face as at ringside Kyle and Avilo both applaud her as she stands up before reaching down for Kelly. She forces her upward and puts a boot against the back of her head while her throat is pressed up against the ropes, again earning a four count. This time Bianca gets mouthy with the ref however, telling him where he can take his count before he grabs Kelly by the back of the neck and irish-whips/throws her towards the corner... But Kelly grabs Salvador’s wrist and counters! Bianca goes back first into the corner but before she gets out of it, the loud SMACK of Kelly’s knee bouncing off her head is heard followed by Kincaid executing a lovely backflip into a corner facebuster! Bianca’s top half seems to bounce as she stares at the lights while her hair snaps back... Before she slumps forward as Kelly drags her prone body to the center and rolls her for the cover!

Zack: GOOD GOD WHAT AN UNSAFE RELEASE!!

OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTHHHHRR--KKKKIIICCCCKKKOOUUUTTT!!

Mai: From literally out of nowhere Kelly caught Bianca with that brutal knee into the corner and follows it up with that backward jumping facebuster.

Salvador shoots an arm up, shaking her head as she refuses to stay down but that doesn’t mean much to Kelly who immediately tumbles forward, grabs the ropes, slingshots while still facing the crowd as Bianca rises, only for Kincaid’s legs to hook around her throat and headscissoring her into the mat... But keeping her calves compressed around the throat of Salvador and not letting the TYphoon breathe much less stand up. Bianca tries to pull the legs from around her throat but she’s obviously having a hard time of it and yet it is Kelly, not Bianca reaching for the ropes... Salvador and Parks both look confused as Kelly hooks the ropes with both her hands, even though she’s not in the submission before she begins to pull herself upward... The bottom rope... The second rope... The top rope and pushes herself to stand with her ankles clutching Bianca’s throat. In a flash she leaps and nearly double foot stomps Bianca square in the ribs but Salvador is having none of it and as she rolls, and spins out into a leg sweep, dropping backwards and rolling upward as Kelly gets back on her feet, running towards Bianca with a european uppercut but getting countered into a gannosuke clutch pin!

OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTHHHHRR--KKKKIIICCCCKKKOOUUUTTT!!

Both women are up again but when Bianca gives chase Kelly goes towards the ropes, executing a handstand rebound and looking for her backflip into a Reverse DDT but Salvador has it scouted this time and catches Kincaid on her shoulders into an Argentine Rack with one leg hanging across the back of her neck before she spins her about and hits her with a nasty spinning body slam that folds Kincaid up. Hungrily, maddeningly Bianca scrambles towards Kelly and drops on top of her, hooking both legs as Parks slides into place.

Mai: There’s THE OUTFLOW! And is this the end?!

OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE--KKKKIIICCCCKKKOOUUUTTT!!

Zack: Once again Kelly gets out of it and Bianca looks beside of herself... And it’s not helping with the crowd cheering Kincaid on!

The chants break out into a “OOHH KELLY KINCAID! OOHH KELLY KINCAID!!” which... Does not sit well with Bianca Salvador as you or anyone else would even begin to imagine. She gets up and immediately starts yelling at the crowd, screaming at them, telling them to pipe down. She reaches downward to force Kelly up, telling her, asking her if she hears that, because she’s about to put the kibosh on that and the farce of Kincaid’s return. She gets her up onto her knees, looking her in the face before grabbing one of Kelly’s wrists and shoving them between her legs. She goes for the second, looking for the double pumphandle but Kelly shoots herself upward, hooking her legs around Bianca’s throat and pulling her forward before dropping Salvador right on the crown of her head. She rolls over with a glazed look in her eyes as Kelly takes off for the ropes before springboarding into a moonsault and crashing on top of Salvador before she can roll out of the way. One thinks it’s the end but Kincaid quickly rolls backward and finishes with a high standing leap into a frog splash, hooking Bianca’s legs!

Zack: THREE! RING! CIRCUS!

OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Maggie: The winner of this match and NEXT contender for the Fast Track Championship!! KELLY KINCAID!!

Zack: Well there you have it tonight, Mai. One may think that Christian might have to steer a little clear of this match with a battle of clients.

Mai: Well whoever wins, so does he but right now... Right now Mel and Kyle look far from happy with this result.

As Bianca rolls out and Christian rolls in,  Mel is staring at Kelly while Kyle seems to whisper some words to Salvador as she hugs her ribs. Parks raises one of Kelly’s hands while Christian raises the other as the crowd seems certainly pleased before we head elsewhere.


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« Reply #2 on: October 02, 2017, 11:45:29 pm »

The Shadows of the Sun

There’s a buzz in the crowd, who await the next match. That then turns to confusion as an unfamiliar, slightly strange sounding instrumental plays over the system. This, the opening of Kamelot’s “Beautiful Apocalypse”, motions into a much harder sound, and the lights in the arena turn shades of red, white and orange. From the back emerge Alysson Gardner and Valerie Lamb, turning the confusion of the crowd into a series of loud jeers. On the ramp, Alysson has a wide, malicious grin on her face, clutching a crowbar. Beside her, Valerie looks...somewhat confused and bewildered by the negative reaction. Noticing, Alysson reaches with her free hand to Valerie’s, giving it a squeeze to reassure her wife. Letting go of her, the two women head down towards the ring, taking microphones from Maggie on their way there. Valerie pulls Alysson onto the apron after pulling herself up, and Alysson then holds the ropes for Valerie. The jeers die down, and it is Alysson who speaks first.

Alysson: So that’s it? We decide to take measures about our careers that put us against your new idols and just like that, it’s hate you have for us? Psh, I guess I should’ve seen this coming. Your loyalty to someone is as thick as wet paper, it looks like! All we need to do is go after the flavor of the month and “Oh my god, they suck now!”

As Alysson waves the booing crowd off, she smirks at Val, who shakes her head.

Alysson: Here’s the thing: for months now… Maybe years, who the hell knows? Valerie and I have been considered afterthoughts in this company. Fucking really? Do you guys even realize who you’re all talking about? I’m THE most dominant Ultraviolence Champion this company’s EVER had, and if it wasn’t for my own mistake of leaving that yard, I’d be the goddamn queen!

Valerie gives Alysson a funny look.

Valerie: And in the back, Emma is waiting to hit you over the head with the belt she’s had for the better part of a year…

She shrugs. Aly shakes her head with a snicker.

Valerie: And while you sit there and conveniently forget about someone who helped build Ultraviolence and remove it from the grasp of those who didn’t deserve it in the first place, you sit here and you tell me, me, of all people, that I am nothing more than the sum of what’s convenient to you.

The younger redhead started off maybe a little shaky - bear with her, she’s never quite been booed like that - but seems to be growing in confidence with every word.

Valerie: For almost the entire lifespan of this company, I have been here. I have been the one that people want to -- no, need to beat to prove they are deserving of what they want to be. And every single one who has fallen to me when in the match is determined to be the style of the keeper, they have failed to get to the top. Or will fail to get there again--looking at you, Mikaela. But here I am, being told that I am just “okay” with being the measuring stick. They’re wrong about that. I don’t “like” being the clearance bar of this company, I LOVE it. I love knowing that I am the one who, in this ring, holds the fucking power. And yet I stood before every single fucking one of you, being spoken to as if what I am is unimportant. You tell that to Leona when she loses to my sister tonight.

She rolls her eyes.

Valerie: But I am not just the keeper, the one that only comes to mind when you need someone to “test” against. I am one of the best wrestlers in this company, and not only that, one of the best in the world. The difference is, I don’t need to harp on about how amazing I am, because you all know it already and you fear it for that reason. You claim to respect that but the way I am spoken to does not reflect that. But it’s a problem when I commit the physical equivalent of the words and feelings of others? That’s another world level of bull right there.

Alysson: Because here’s the goddamn problem with all of you: you expect us to fit into some… some fucking mold, some stereotype of “good girl,” of “honorable girl” when it comes to this competition-- We get our heads stepped on every area code, and there we are, fighting for our own sakes, and then… “Yeah, she’s just not good enough…” Or, “hey, there’s always next time…” Or, like, when Val’s concerned: “she’s so good, but she doesn’t have any ambition…” “If only she put all that talent to actually steal the spotlight--” She fucking OWNS the spotlight, you motherfuckers!

Alysson, hot headed and impatient as she is, starts pacing around the ring as she speaks higher and higher, and exponentially more passionately into the microphone.

Alysson: And you have the fucking GALL to say I’m not good enough to go far when I’ve been doing this song and dance for over 12 years now, when I’ve wrestled with a broken ribcage, when I’ve put myself through some of the cruelest shit professional wrestling has to offer-- Here’s what’s not good enough: your fucking attitude! Val and I, we aren’t fucking afterthoughts. Oh, no. If you think you know enough about us and if you think that credits you to say how far we can go or even how far we WANT to go, I say fuck you. Fuck all of you, and the horse you rode in on.

Alysson walked past Valerie again, who took her by the arm and said something to her that the mics didn’t quite pick up. All the same, Big Red stops pacing.

Valerie: You think that wrestling what you, sitting there, wishing you could do what we do, think you make it. You think if you say something enough times, protest and whine, that it’s going to get you what you want. Is this what you wanted of me? The one person in this entire fucking company, who quite literally devoted herself to giving you the show I thought you deserved? You know what you got out of your nonsense? This. You didn’t get the women who are “more determined” or whatever the hell you thought you wanted us to be. You got me to actually...not care about your opinions. Not want to stand here and make the people happy. Congratulations, that takes an effort I wasn’t even sure existed. And you got a woman who realised that no matter what square shaped hole she tries to fit herself into, she’s always going to be a circle. Was it you forcing her, or was she forcing it for you? Not quite sure it matters anymore. Remember, when you asked who we are that you should bow so low...remember that we are everything you wished we weren’t. And that you created it. ANd you will bow.

Alysson: You’ll bow to our knees. And you’ll have nobody to blame… But yourselves.

And in saying that, Alysson dismisses the microphone and takes one of Val’s hands, planting a kiss on its back, then raising their hands. Valerie grins widely as “Beautiful Apocalypse” assaults the sound system again, much for the booing crowd’s displeasure.






A short highlight package played showing Legs & Arse in action and Muirne in the Global Wars series from a year ago, complete with winning her gold medal and PYP contract before it cuts to highlights of the Scarborough Fair and their battles with Ascension over the last couple of months. The package culminates with the Fair winning the Tornado Tag Team Titles only for their celebrations to be interrupted as they are challenged to the Irish Pub Brawl. It then faded out to the match graphic for the next contest before finally cutting to Maggie stood in the middle of the ring.

Zack: Fans, I hope you’ll bear with me. I’ve never called an Irish Pub Brawl, much less for the Tornado Tag Titles. But here we go, a first for FFW, which is hard to do after all these years. I’m joined by my former Velocity broadcast partner, Erica.

Erica: I’ve seen bar room brawls, I’ve seen some other messed up nonsense in my life when it comes to this sport, but this is a new one! ANd leave it to Legs and Arse to come up with it! ...Though maybe not, given Muirne is basically Miko before rehab.

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is an Irish Pub Brawl for the Tornado Tag Team Championships!!

The show cuts from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado to the inside of a bar, a caption coming up on screen that says “Live - Butler’s Brawler Bar, Los Angeles, California”. The camera pans around the building, fans able to pick out authentic Irish pub decor and a couple of banners advertising the bar name and location. Finally it centers to show a couple of members of security clearing a space in the middle of the bar where an official - SVW’s Roger Weatherby, but wearing an FFW referee’s shirt for the night - was stood, looking around him, watching as the bar’s patrons backed up to leave a circle of empty space.

Zack: This is being shot live via satellite, folks! And I don’t blame the barflies there for clearing the deck before this thing kicks off.

Erica: But why the hell are there people there to watch this? You know, people who’re pretty likely to get wrestlers and weapons thrown at them! Unless suddenly everyone on there is a trained or wrestler-in-training...you know, wouldn’t shock me if my dad something like that. Ahem. Anyway.

Suddenly “An Irish Pub Song” by The Rumjacks played loudly through the bar’s sound system, the camera panning around the crowd before finally spotting the challengers emerging from a door behind the bar. As Siobhan walks out from behind the bar, the crowd parts to let her through to the opening; the red head slapping hands with the fans as she goes while Muirne hops up onto the bar, running the full length of the counter, high fiving all the fans at the bar. As she gets to the end she windmills her arms asking the crowd to get louder for the bar owner and her partner. Pretending she still can’t hear them, she asks the bar to get a little rowdier, getting a louder cheer from them, bringing a smile to her face before she hopped off the bar and made her way to the clearing. As Muirne joined her partner, they embraced each other before climbing up onto a table and throwing their hands into the air to get another loud cheer from the crowd as the song started to fade out.

Maggie: Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of 274 lbs., Scotland's Siobhan McAdams, Ireland's Muirne Butler...LEGS! AND! ARSE!

Zack: There’s another first, apparently the teams are getting their own entrances in the bar before this thing starts. There’s the challengers, and I guess you could say they have a hometown crowd watching since it’s their bar.

Erica: Just when you thought things couldn’t get weirder...that happened. Yep, this is gonna be one of the weirdest matches we’ve ever called.

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


Maggie: From Berkeley, California... At a combined weight of 246 pounds ... They are your REIGNING... DEFENDING SVW TORNADO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Mickey and Raquel... THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!!

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

The usually deafening cheer for one of the most popular pairings in FFW are a little more muted than you’d expect for a home state team as their entrance theme played in the bar owned by their rival. The camera panning around the bar once more before it cut to a camera looking up the staircase to the rooms Muirne kept made up for anyone too drunk to leave the bar and found a well rested looking Raquel Fair jogging down the steps, adjusting the Tornado Tag Team title on her shoulder as she seemed to be dragging a short step ladder slung over her other shoulder in much the same way some women would carry a purse. As she got to the bottom of the staircase, she leaned the ladder against the wall and looked around for her partner only to find Mickey hurrying along a corridor towards her, adjusting the title that was fastened around her waist. There was a slightly sheepish grin on her face as she reached Raquel, fist bumping her and started to fix her hair slightly as they started to move through the crowd. Getting to the middle of the room, they both jumped up onto a table and held their titles aloft.

Zack: I guess it makes sense that the Fair aren’t going to be as beloved in that bar. Both teams are quite popular, but the barflies are behind the challengers tonight in Los Angeles.

Erica: Apparently so! As you said earlier, it is their pub. And this whole thing is still weird.

Dropping back to the floor, they moved towards the middle of the clearing, meeting Legs & Arse there as they stood toe to toe, staring down their challengers. Both teams ignored the official as he gave them final instructions. As he came to a close and started to take the title belts from the Scarborough Fair, Muirne started to issue a couple of instructions of her own - aiming them at both their opponents and to her partner. Firstly she pointed to the TV screens around them and waved them in front of her in an ‘X’ making it absolutely clear they were off limits. Then she pointed to the glassware and furniture and nodded her head with a thumbs up before once more indicating the TVs and making it absolutely totally clear that they were off limits. Muirne asked all three if they were clear on that, Siobhan nodded her head in agreement while Raquel and Mickey shrugged their shoulders and started to nod before Mickey waved to someone in the crowd and blew a kiss...the camera turning around and picking out Colby Morrison as he emerged from the corridor Mickey had come down earlier - lipstick mark on his cheek and he clapped enthusiastically before sitting down on something that he’d carried with him. As the two teams backed away, Raquel asked her partner a question getting a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head before she checked her wrist tape as Weatherby used hand gestures to get the match underway.

Zack: For those unaware, that tall guy right there is Colby Morrison who apparently decided to come see the match in person. He’s Mickey’s girlfriend, and we have an official from SVW calling this match. So…..yeah.

Erica: Cross company promotion that goes beyond the girls in both companies! Hoorah! Though, wouldn’t it have made more sense for Muirne to explain that the televisions were off limits? Like seriously, nothing about this match is making any sense and we haven’t even started.

The four wrestlers move back towards the middle of the clearing and Muirne and Mickey enter into a collar and elbow tie up that sees them push back and forth before Butler broke the hold and stepped forward to deliver a headbutt before she ghosted around behind Mickey and snapped off a German suplex that dropped her on her shoulders on the wooden floor of the bar. Meanwhile Siobhan and Raquel met and began to exchange chops to the chest, Fair beginning to get the upperhand as she forced the Legs & Arse member to retreat a couple of steps, only for McAdams to leave her feet and connect with a dropkick to her opponent’s jaw that saw her drop to one knee. Siobhan came back to her feet quickly, meeting Raquel with a European Uppercut quickly followed by a knee to the Americans gut. As Fair leaned forwards from the blow to the midsection, the challenger left her feet and drove a high knee into her jaw sending Raquel sprawling backwards to the floor.

Zack: And off we go with Raquel already getting the worse end of this deal right now. There’s a lot of inherent danger to a match like this, because as you can tell, that bar has nothing in common with a FFW ring….and there’s a lot more potential for serious injury.

Erica: That there is. Also the whole thing about there’s potential for someone getting sued by virtue of the whole fans in attendance thing. I don’t envy Raquel right now though.

Muirne was back to her feet as Mickey slowly followed her, the bar’s owner firing off kicks into her midsection to slow her down before she charged forward and caught Scarborough with a clothesline that caused her to hit the floor once more. Butler looked across to her partner who nodded her head. As Raquel started to rise, Siobhan wrapped an arm around her head as Muirne did the same to Mickey and the challengers took off, driving both of the Tornado Tag Team Champions into the floor of the bar with matching bulldogs before rolling them onto their backs to cover them.

Zack: Twin bulldogs to the floor by the challengers, and Legs & Arse aren’t getting paid by the hour.

One…

T-

Erica: Not quite even a near fall there! Also worth noting that Muirne and Siobhan aren’t into how much they’d need to pay to get any damages fixed.

Both Mickey and Raquel kicked out of the covers and sat up only for Muirne to jerk Scarborough backwards, pressing her back to the floor as she took up the mount position and began to fire off right and left hands that met the Berkeley born wrestler’s forearms as she covered up. Next to her, Siobhan popped up to her feet and drove a kick into Fair’s rib cage, knocking her back to the floor and immediately lined her up for an elbow drop; Raquel rolling away before McAdams falls, causing the red haired woman to follow after her before she bent down and looked to pull her upwards only for Fair to surprise her with a jawbreaker. Siobhan reeled away from her opponent, turning in a circle only to get a discus forearm driven into the side of her head as she came back to face Fair. Once more McAdams took a step backwards only to be sent to floor with a snapmare that Raquel followed up with a dropkick to the back of her head. As Fair took the upperhand, Scarborough was pulled upright by Butler only to be put back down with a side Russian legsweep. Mickey kicked her feet in pain, holding her lower back only for Muirne to once more pull her upright and into a Full Nelson that she used to jerk her into the air and slam her downwards into the exposed wooden floor with a Full Nelson slam. Butler made the cover on Scarborough and Weatherby slid into position to make the count.

One…

Two….

Zack: Another near fall, a bit nearer than the last one this time. And unlike the ring, those floors have zero give to them at all. That’s hardwood Mickey just got her back slammed into, folks.

Erica: Yeeeeeep, that’s gonna be sore for a few days. Though I’m finding it quite interesting that as far, the owners of the bar have gotten basically everything right.

Scarborough rolled her shoulder to break up the pin, the borrowed official showing the two count to the Irish brawler who nodded her head and looked to bring Mickey upwards but as she got Scarborough to one knee, Mickey suddenly wrapped her arms around Butler’s legs and exploded upwards and forwards to drive Muirne back first into the floor before she rolled away, holding her back. As that was happening the other member of the Tornado Tag Team Champions waved Siobhan upwards, waiting for her to get to a knee before she came forward and used the sole of her boot to deliver a facewash; Siobhan spun and dropped to her hands and knees as the move connected. Again Fair waved her upwards, waiting until she got her feet beneath her before she charged forward and left her feet to deliver a spinning heel kick. Siobhan hit the floor and rolled, slowly starting to rise to her feet as Raquel rolled through, came to her feet and headed towards the nearest table which she climbed on top of. She gained her balance on the edge of the table furthest from McAdams, as she was gaining her feet and Fair took a quick step forward before she launched herself into a crossbody block into the challenger, hooking the leg as she did so.

One…

Tw-

Zack: First near fall for the Fair. Don’t forget, fans. This is Muirne’s Pick Your Poison cash-in from last year’s Global Wars that she got the Fair to agree to in this environment as well as putting the titles up. Can you imagine how embarrassing it could be to lose a match that couldn’t possibly be more suited to your wishes than this?

Erica: Stranger things have happened! THough it’s nice to see Scar Fair in this match at last! As a side note, that drop is gonna hurt Siobhan way more than it’ll hurt Muirne by virtue of their builds.

Siobhan kicked out on the two and rolled away as Fair sat up as Scarborough had also found a table - the customers moving away with a loud cheer as the Berkeley native pulled herself upwards to her feet. A louder cheer went up as Muirne was back on her feet and started to advance on Mickey only for her the Tornado Tag Team Champions fingers to curl around a glass on the table, spinning and hurling the glass straight at Butler’s midsection. Instinctively the woman caught the glass, looked down at it for a moment before she dropped it to the floor and as she did so, Mickey came forward and leapt onto her shoulders, sending her flying into the edges of the crowd with a headscissors takedown. Muirne was helped to her feet by her customers who pushed her back into the action only for Mickey to leap at her and send her flying once more with a monkey flip that saw her land hard on the floor. As Mickey mounted her fightback, Fair moved back to the table, turned one of the chairs around to face Siobhan and moved back towards her opponent, pulling her upwards and started to back her up with three snapped haymakers before firing off a throat thrust that saw McAdams stagger backwards and sit in the chair as she gasped for breath.

Zack: Raquel giving Siobhan a seat with those haymakers! And that shot to the throat won’t make her seat any more enjoyable! It took them a bit, but I think the champions are settling into this very odd environment for a match with their Tornado Tag titles on the line.

Erica: Which is just as well! They’re finally in about this, and as far it’s my Global Wars partner who’s taking most of the beating.

Fair backed away from the Scottish born challenger and measured her up before she came forward, leaving her feet and drove a boot into the side of her head with an enzugiri to the side of her head; McAdams falling out of the chair to the side. The Californian didn’t waste any time as she pulled Siobhan back up and sat her down in the chair once more before she pulled her feet forward to get her slumped in the seat. Raquel moved backwards to catch her breath as she measured her up then came forward quickly and left her feet for the bronco buster….landing square on Siobhan’s knees and shins as the redhead got her legs up. Fair landed on her feet and took a few ginger steps backwards. Before the Champion could recover Siobhan came to her feet, picking up the woven wicker seated chair that she was sat on and swung, crashing it into Fair’s face and chest. Fair fell backwards to the floor and started to rise to her feet as Siobhan put the chair back on it’s legs and leapt at Fair as she stood up using a jumping DDT to spike Raquel’s head through the wicker seat of the chair, leaving her slumped over.

Zack: A DDT...through wicker. I can’t tell you how much that may or may not hurt, but it certainly doesn’t look like it’d be fun. Erica, your country may go up by three points tonight in what will be the most unorthodox match in the Global Wars series.

Erica: I’ll shall be quite happy if that’s the case! As far as the wicker goes...I guess Raquel can be glad that it’s not solid wood?

Mickey had continued to press her advantage, catching Muirne as she rose following the monkey flip with a dropsault that saw her deliver a fierce kick into her jaw causing Butler to collapse straight backwards to the floor. Immediately Mickey pulled her back to her feet and into a hammerlock DDT. Butler rolled over as Scarborough moved quickly towards the nearest table, using a chair to climb on top of it as she held her back and raised a hand in the air, getting a roar of approval from the crowd before she dove backwards into a moonsault that landed perfectly on the downed Butler. She hooked the leg for the cover and Weatherby quickly slid into position.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Erica: Near fall and an almost retention there! Add taking a moonsault onto wood and you have a rather agonised Muirne right now!

Muirne kicked out on the two and a half count and started to roll away and began to pull herself upwards, Mickey waving her to her feet before she charged forward and hurled herself towards her opponent only to roll her up into a wheelbarrow pinfall.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Erica: Wheelbarrows aren’t something you see very often! Was good of Mickey to go straight back in, even if it didn’t work

Zack: No, it’s certainly not something you see often. Which is very fitting, considering we’re watching a Tornado Tag title match in a bar that could see Scotland earn 3 points in Global Wars. I think a submission win here would be asking too much.

Erica: Given the circumstances….yeah, way too much. Though a girl can dream of getting five points, right?

Again Butler kicked out on two and a half and Scarborough began to rise to her feet only to find herself pulled upwards by the hair from behind thanks to Siobhan who gets her to her feet before she dropped Mickey back to the floor with a neckbreaker. McAdams checks on her partner, getting a thumbs up from her before Siobhan goes back on the attack, hooking Scarborough’s arms and lifted her knees up to drive them into her chest and face. As Butler gets to her feet she moves to join Siobhan, driving three quick elbows downwards into Mickey’s spine as Siobhan kept her arms hooked before both members of Legs & Arse hooked the Berkeley natives head, lifted her upwards, holding her vertically for a couple of moments, the crowd quickly building to a crescendo before they dropped her backwards and sent Mickey into the table top back first. The table creaked but didn’t break; Scarborough sitting up in agony, holding her back. Siobhan jerked her back down to the table surface, slamming three forearms into her chest before Muirne stopped her with a suggestion that saw them both hook Mickey’s head once more, lifting her up vertically yet again and this time they both drove her back first into table that this time gave way on impact and Mickey spasmed slightly in the wreckage, curling up in a ball as she held her back.

Zack: That table splintered with Mickey’s back and body as the catalyst! I think I’d go for a cover right here, Mickey’s practically in the fetal position right now!

Erica: Easier said than done! She’ll be tense as all hell and likely still have adrenaline running, so rolling her over might prove difficult. Even so, that basically took her out!

Muirne was about to jerk Scarborough out of the wreckage and make the pin only to be stopped in her tracks when she heard a roar as Fair had made to her feet unsteadily before she charged forward, catching Siobhan square in the abdomen with a spear that drove her downwards into the floor. Fair forced herself back to her feet and spun only for Butler to meet her with hammer like right and left hands to the side of her head. The blows caused the Champion to reel backwards till she was up against a table before Muirne charged forwards and delivered a cactus clothesline that sent Fair sprawling and flipping over the table, overturning it as she did so. Fair rolled and forced herself up to her feet prompting Muirne to launch herself towards Raquel, catching her with a shoulder thrust. Fair fell backwards, the crowd catching her under her arms to keep her upright and just as they had done with Muirne earlier, pushed her back into the fight and straight into a toe kick to the gut from the Arse member of the team.

Zack: This is turning into a lumberjack match as these bar patrons are throwing Raquel right back into the fray!

Erica: Well, at least they’re not getting injured! Somewhere there’s someone laughing about how they’re basically being the outer circle guys in the mosh pit.

Turning Muirne asked the crowd on the opposite side of the room to part, giving her a clear view of the bar and with a nod of her head she took hold of Raquel’s wrist and fired her across with an Irish whip. Fair saw what was coming and put on the brakes, reversing the move and sent Muirne barrelling into the bar, the Irish lass hitting it hard and arching her back in pain as Fair looked on. Siobhan looked to take advantage of this as she grabbed hold of Raquel, spinning her around into a raised knee that doubled Fair over. As McAdams was about to spike her face first into the floor with a facebuster, Scarborough dove out of the wreckage of the table and took McAdam’s legs out from under with a chop block. Fair spun away as her opponent fell, finding herself facing Muirne, who was still leaned against the bar and Raquel immediately set off at a run towards the Irish woman...who stepped forward, lowered her shoulder and sent the Californian up and over the bar with a back body drop. There was a loud cry of pain from behind the bar as Raquel landed, sitting up before collapsing back down and kicking her feet in agony as Muirne landed on her knees.

Erica: ...What the hell did Raquel just land on? Other than the fact she went through a godforsaken bar room table a couple minutes ago.

Zack: Seeing the way this is going, I can see why FFW made these women sign waivers for anything that happened to them or this bar! Muirne’s knees must be in agony, and Fair isn’t feeling any better!

Erica: I’ll be quite glad to never be booked in any kind of bar fight in my life! Gonna be a long month or so’s recovery for everyone!

Back in the middle of the bar, Siobhan kicked Scarborough off and came back to her feet as Mickey was slow to rise, holding her back in pain only for McAdams to come forward, grabbing hold of Mickey by the back of her head as she jerked her downwards into a single knee facebuster. The Berkeley native spun and staggered away, the crowd moving apart as Siobhan stared at the retreating Tornado Tag Team Champion and as she turned, McAdams skipped forward quickly and launched herself into a bicycle kick. Mickey’s hands came up in the nick of time to take the brunt of the bicycle kick, but it was enough to keep Scarborough on the back foot, causing her to continue to stagger away only to finally be knocked down to the floor thanks to a running big boot from the Scot. As they came to one of the largest tables in the bar Siobhan waved the fans away, telling them to stay back as she placed a chair on top of the table and then went back to Mickey, pulling her upwards and onto the table. Siobhan climbed up afterwards, driving her knee into Mickey’s jaw as she pulled her up once more and forced her into the chair. McAdams gave a sign to the crowd before she leaped up onto Mickey’s shoulders and sent her flying with a hurricanrana.

Zack: I have never seen a hurricanrana with someone sitting in a chair! Your Global Wars partner planted Mickey, and again….I think someone should go for the cover!

Erica: Doesn’t look like she’s going to, because apparently that would be too easy! GODDAMN IT SIOBHAN.

Over at the bar, Muirne pulled herself back up to her feet and reached over the counter, near the till looking for a bottle of some description only for the rising Raquel to bring up a metal Guinness tray, catching Muirne in the jaw and starting to straighten up only to dent another metal tray - this bearing a Murphy’s Irish Stout logo - into the side of her head. Butler spun 180 degrees and leaned backwards over the bar only for Fair to step down the bar to grab a long bar towel from in front of the draught pumps before she returned to her foe and wrapped it around her neck. Immediately the Irish publican grabbed at the towel trying to loosen it off that only caused Raquel to move her hands further along the cloth, tightening it up as she did so, pulling Muirne backwards, off her feet and onto the bar almost hanging her in the process.

Erica: ...Well a submission by chokehold attempt just turned into a hanging attempt. What the absolute fork and knife am I watching right now?

Muirne started to turn a dark beetroot red as she gasped for air, Fair stood right against the bar for maximum leverage. Butler's arms started to flail as she tried to gulp in air, seemingly at random only to suddenly get a release as she finally caught the button she was looking for - the one that caused the cash drawer to open and shoot into Raquel’s midriff, driving the air out of her. The Berkeley born brunette staggered backwards all the way to the shelves, taking a couple of moments to gasp for air before she reached behind her, scooped up a bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey and moved quickly towards Muirne who had rolled onto her front bottle raised as she was about to bring it down on the red headed wrestlers shoulder as Butler seemed to be barely moving. As she was bringing it down though, Muirne surprised her as she jerked a shillelagh out from under the till and jabbed it into Fair’s ribs.

Zack: Look at that! Muirne with a shillelagh of all things! And Raquel’s getting her ribs cracked with it, courtesy of Butler!

Erica: When in Dublin...or in this case an “authentic Irish pub”, I guess!

The Tornado Tag Team Champion stopped in her tracks and bent forward slightly giving Muirne an opening to bring the wooden club down on the back of her head but Fair sidestepped it at the last second causing Butlers wrist to crash into the bar edge and with a cry of pain she dropped the weapon to the floor. Again Fair tried to attack with the bottle; Muirne blocking the attempt before grabbing Fair by her top and jerking her forward, sending her body first into the till. Before Raquel could recover, Muirne grabbed the back of her head and drove her face into the till screen. As Fair fell backwards Muirne eased the bottle of whiskey from her hand and took a long drink to the cheers of the crowd.

Zack: Butler taking a little liquid refreshment, because she certainly doesn’t need any extra courage right now!

Erica: Drinking on the job; like I said, Miko Ayano before rehab!

Meanwhile, having delivered a picture perfect hurricanrana, Siobhan had risen to her feet and was now measuring up Mickey as the Berkeley born wrestler had just managed to get to her hands and knees and was crawling forward. McAdams stalked around her, lining her up in her sights as Scarborough finally stopped crawling, finding something… someone that she could use to pull herself upward, a smile appearing on her face as she placed a hand on a kneecap and looked up to find the smiling face of her boyfriend. Siobhan shook her head and charged forward looking for the punt to the side of her opponent’s head. Colby’s smile turned quickly and as he began to move out of the way, Mickey threw herself towards Siobhan’ shins as she approached. McAdams tried to hurdle out of the way only to just catch her foot on Mickey’s shoulder and fall forward her head catching the metal beer keg that Colby had been using as a seat throughout the match. McAdams rolled onto her back as she hit the floor, looking glassy eyed and Mickey pulled herself upwards using the keg for support and then scooped up the empty metal container and threw it down into Siobhan’s midriff and fell on top of her for the cover.

Zack: I’ve never seen someone get hit with a keg to the gut, but that may be all right there! The Fair may leave with the Titles!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Erica: ...HOW did Siobhan kick out of that! Seriously, two keg shots, one of which was self imposed and definitely with more force!

Before she can make the three count, Muirne had staggered over to her and drove the Jameson bottle into her shoulders. Scarborough rolled out of the cover, gripping the back of her head in agony. Muirne pulled Mickey to her feet and straight into a swinging neckbreaker, Scarborough held her neck and was brought up once more and jerked straight into a German suplex, Butler bridging for the cover as she landed the move.

Zack: Good Lord, that bottle shattered on Mickey’s back and neck! Muirne may be about to add 3 for Scotland with the help of a suplex from Germany!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Erica: I repeat; HOW. Seriously, this is just getting absurd with the amount of hell these four are throwing each other.

Scarborough rolled the shoulder at the final moment and found herself once more pulled upwards as Weatherby confirmed the count to Muirne. As the Challenger brought the American to her feet she took a step backwards only to move quickly and deliver the Foreign Aid Polish hammer that sent Mickey back down to the floor of the bar. Muirne dropped to her knees and made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

Erica: Surely after all of this, that’s it done, right?!

One…

Two..

...THRE-

Zack: Mickey managed to get the shoulder up. I will never be able to tell you how. And what’s amazing to me, Erica, is these two teams actually like one another! Not that you’d know it watching this!

Erica: Maybe when there’s not a match to be had they do! As it stands, I don’t blame them for this one at all!

Again the shoulder popped up from the Tornado Tag Team Champion who was again brought upwards as Raquel recovered behind the bar, watching as her partner broke the pin and began to push herself up onto the countertop as Mickey was once more brought upright. Fair got to her feet as Muirne bent Scarborough backwards into a big kiss, letting her go and was about to fire off a free kick only to hear a screeching scream from the bar. Muirne turned and found Fair moving along the bar top at full pelt, getting to the end and launching herself into a corkscrew plancha, flying through the crowd and saw her crash into Muirne, grazing Mickey and sending all three of them down into a heap on the floor. Weatherby checked on all four wrestlers, shaking his head as he got a response from all four of them and began to watch as they all started to stir slowly.

Zack: I guess there’s no ten count in an Irish Pub Brawl. All four of them are staring at the lights right now, trying to get themselves together. Weatherby doesn’t know what to do, he’s just there to count falls! I’d be as lost as he looks.

Erica: Well if we’re in a match that doesn’t have much in the way of rules, I wouldn’t know what to do either! So I guess we’re all in good company!

The Scarborough Fair pushed their way up to their knees and began to crawl towards the recovering Siobhan, reaching her as she also got to all fours and the Tornado Tag Team Champions took the opportunity to both SCREAM bloody murder into her ears and as McAdams hands came up to cover her ears they completed their modified Dulcet Duet as the pair of them grabbed the back of her head and banged it into the floor. Mickey and Raquel then helped each other to their feet, making sure they got their balance and looked at the rising Muirne Butler. Then back at each other, nodding their head once more they came forward and delivered stereo superkicks to the knees of the Irish bar owner, that saw her fall onto her knees. Scarborough pointed to the empty keg, looked at Muirne and seemed to give a complicated hand gesture to Raquel accompanied with a quizzical look that got a nod from her partner.

Zack: Mickey giving Raquel the signal for something, but I’m not sure that her partner knows what she’s after. Whatever it is has something to do with that keg, I’m guessing.

Erica: I’m not entirely sure I want to know what Mickey’s thinking to be honest, I’ve seen that woman’s imagination at work and it’s quite terrifying.

Mickey pushed the keg over onto it’s side and both members of the Scarborough Fair advanced on Muirne Butler, each delivering a raised knee into opposite sides of her face before they pulled her up to her feet and straight into a double hip toss that saw her crash back first over the metal beer barrel. Sliding off, the bar owner came to a sitting position in front of the barrel; the Fair backed off in opposite directions before turning on their heels and charging in towards Muirne, Mickey leaving her feet and delivering a senton splash into Butler’s chest a heartbeat before Raquel drove a low dropkick into the barrel slamming it against Muirne’s spine. Siobhan was starting to rise to her feet along with Mickey as Raquel rolled to her knees and tried to move the barrel out of the way, Butler falling backwards to the floor as she did so. Mickey fired off a superkick towards a risen Siobhan only for her to duck underneath it, popping upwards and awkwardly lifting Scarborough into an ugly looking Electric Chair, falling back immediately and driving Mickey through a row of chairs. Siobhan rolled over and threw an arm over Scarborough’s chest at the same moment as Raquel covered Muirne. Weatherby slides into position, looks at the shoulders of both and begins to count them both.

Zack: There’s the cover, but who is the referee counting?!

Erica: Your guess is as good as mine!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!

Zack: Wait, there’s Muirne’s shoulder! Now we know!

At the last possible moment Muirne’s shoulder comes up from the floor and Weatherby calls for the bell, pointing at Siobhan as she starts to help her to her feet, holding her upright as she raises her hand before helping her slump into a chair.

Maggie: Here are your winners, by way of pinfall, and NEW FFW TORNADO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, the team of Muirne Butler and Siobhan McAdams...LEGS & ARSE!!!

Zack: We have new Tornado Tag Champions in FFW as Legs & Arse capture their first titles since joining a couple years ago! Congratulations to them in the most bizarre title defense I think I’ve ever seen!

Erica: And probably ever will see! That was almost the worst case scenario for everyone, but it’s worked out for someone! New Tornado Champions, and three points to Scotland!

Zack: After seeing what transpired in this match, I don’t think there’ll be a list of tag teams signing up to meet Legs & Arse in another Irish Pub Brawl.

Erica: Any team that does sign off on that could do with their heads being looked at, to be honest.

Weatherby checked on the other three competitors who were all starting to stir once more and he helped Muirne to her feet, supporting her as she joined Siobhan and once more the referee raised their hands in victory, the two women embracing as the show cuts elsewhere.






A recap of events between Felicity Banks and Miko Ayano are shown dating back to the weeks leading into Unstoppable. The “Challenge the Throne” clips are shown as well as their Unstoppable 8 meeting, and the post match attack on Breaking Point. From there, we cut back to the live show with Maggie Rourke standing in the ring.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is an Unstoppable 8 rematch!

The entire arena goes dark as the sound of wind blows through the PA, after a moment a strange whine kicks on, slowly getting louder and drowning out the wind as blue and white light starts to slowly creep along the stage.

The silhouette of a woman walks out, shaded by the increasingly intense lights she comes to stand center stage before hunching over at the waist slowly as the sound and the light dim slowly. The sound turning down to nothing and the lights going so dull as to barely be perceptible.

A moment passes.

“FIGHT!”

BOOM!

The stage erupts with blue fireworks as the tron rains down white sparks just behind the now revealed Miko Ayano!

Maggie: Introducing from Saga, Japan. Standing five-foot-six-inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred-eighteen-pounds, “THE WARP-DRIVE DRAGON” MIKO AYAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOO~!!!

The Japanese woman surveys the crowd as the vocal droning of Anneke van Giersbergen heralds the Ayano’s arrival. After a moment Miko starts her trek down the ramp.

“Now we’ve arrived in a new time and world,
And elements are we of gold,
How many times are we able to see,
In the infinite void of the soul”


Miko arrives at ringside, she hops up onto the apron on a knee then comes to a stand, resting her forehead on the top rope for a moment.

“All that way,
Gonna give it away?
You’re gonna give it away to some muscle?”


With that she bolts to the corner from the apron, standing with one foot on the top buckle bracket and her other on the middle buckle bracket she raises surveys the crowd again.

“Long, long way,
Til the pain is at bay-”


Miko lifts her arm then with the scream of Devin Townsend-

“-SO HIT IT-”

- and pumps her fist-

“ONE!”

-to-

“MORE!”

-each-

“TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!”

Word!

“FIGHT!”

BOOM! White sparks start falling from overhead as Miko leaps into the ring. The music twisting into a medly as the crowd is split between cheering and screaming along with Anneke’s backing vocals.

CROWD: ALIEN WORLD!

“ARROGANT MENTAL!
This world seems arrogant,
Sick and demented!”


CROWD: ALIEN WORLD!

“SOOO you bet your body and soul?”

Miko comes to a stand dead center of the ring as the chorus arrives, she slowly bends at the waist to rest her palms to the mat, the lights of the arena dimming as she lowers.

“IT HURTS, SO MUCH!
AND THAT IS WHY THEY FEAR IT!
BUT NEVER FEEEEEEEEEEEEAR!
ALL IS HEEEEEEEEERE!”


A blue strobe light pulsates with every word Townsend belts out.

“IT HURTS, SO MUCH”

At this Miko starts to rise slowly to a stand.

“AND THAT IS WHY WE FEAR IT!”

At this white spotlights star to spin around in dizzying patterns, highlighting the crowd in the darkened arena.

“BUT PAY NO MIIIIIIIIND!”

The entire arena starts flashing blue and white, just as-

“REJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOICE!”

White and blue pyro explodes from each corner of the ring as Miko stands dead center of it, arms spread wide and head tilted back as powerful white floodlights illuminate the ring to an almost painful degree. The crowd roars and hucks several blue, silver and gold streamers into the ring for her as the lights slowly go back to normal and the music fades out.

Freeing herself from the streamers, Miko walks over to her corner to await the opening bell.

Zack: I’ve been waiting to see this one ever since it was announced! Felicity Banks has a one night appearance here to compete, and it may be for the best after Miko is done.

Mai: Felicity has the right idea though, she wants her to be Whiskey again. I think we all do, but Miko is too good to be herself. She has to be this far more boring version.

"You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

"Malevolence" by New Years Day fills the arena speakers, the crowd greeting the worldwide wrestling star a with a thunderous mixed reaction. The lights in the arena dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp, as the audience waits in anticipation. The arena lights fade away until the only sources of light are the titantron and the pyro.

"Nothing's gonna save meeeee!
The evil that I see! Has taken over mee!
No one's gonna save meeeeee!
The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!"


The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena with cheers and jeers! Felicity makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and a Blowpop in her mouth. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction.

Maggie: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

Felicity has a short exchange with the bowing fans then walks up the steps. She continues pushing forward until she reaches the middle of the apron, turning around to soak in the energy from the crowd. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing and booing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and patiently waits for go-time.

Mai: What a magnanimous gesture by Felicity! She’s come back for one night to try to beat some sense into Miko, and--

Zack: MIKO’S NOT WAITING!!

Before referee Kevin Fisk could call for the bell, Miko bolted across the ring and started unloading with a flurry of rights and lefts. Banks barely got her hands up in time as Miko hammered shots one after another before she whipped her across for the ride. She caught Banks on the rebound with a spinebuster before mounting her chest and firing more straight right hands to her head. She finally got to her feet as the referee called for the bell to start the match. Felicity started back to her feet, only to get spun around as Ayano fired one of her signature knife edge chops that reverberated through the arena. Shot after shot after shot connected, causing Banks to lean over and clutch her chest in pain. When she stood back up, Miko used a discus clothesline to send her through the ropes to the floor.

Mai: Why did the referee start the match? Felicity wasn’t ready! Miko jumped her before she even had a chance to prepare!

Zack: Miko has waited for this for some time, and now she’s got her chance! Banks went right through the ropes, and….Miko’s going out after her!

Mai: This is horrible! All she wants to do is bring back the old Miko we all knew and laughed at! Why can’t Miko understand?!

Banks began to get to her feet on the floor, only for Miko to whip her into the barricade back first. Another whip struck her against the apron before a third put her back against the wall until Miko used a roundhouse kick to the jaw that sent Felicity over the barricade into the front row. The fans began to clear out before one of them handed Miko his beer, which she then threw into Felicity’s face. With Banks covered in beer now, Miko used a Japanese armdrag to snap her back over the barricade to the floor around ringside. Felicity tried to get to her feet, only for Ayano to bolt past her to use a one handed bulldog into the steps.

Zack: I have followed Miko’s career for some time, and I don’t think I have ever seen her this pissed off in all that time! This isn’t gonna last very long!

Mai: The referee should have disqualified her by now, she’s used the steps and a domestic beer against Felicity!

With the crowd solidly behind her, the “Warp Drive Dragon” pulled Banks up and threw her back into the ring. She rolled in after her as Banks began to slide backwards on her butt with a hand up as Banks walked her down till she backed against the ropes. The Queen started back to her feet, asking for forgiveness before Miko fired off another pair of chops to her chest, then whipped her into the far corner chest first. Banks slumped against it as Ayano took off towards her, leaving her feet for a lungblower...but Felicity held onto the ropes. Miko hit the back of her head on the way down. Felicity started to have tired smile as she looked over her shoulder.

Mai: That’s veteran instincts right there, which Felicity has in abundance, Zack. And what a beautiful smile on her face too!

Zack: Veteran instincts? That was dumb luck, if you ask me. And the only reason she’s smiling is Miko isn’t beating the hell out of her right now, as she has from the start.

When Miko began to rise, Felicity rebounded off the near side with a jumping high knee to the side of her head. It wobbled her backwards before Banks jerked her forward into a front facelock, and began firing knees into her head. Six of those connected before she hooked both arms behind her back, and planted her with a DDT. Before Miko could move much, Felicity pulled her into a dragon sleeper with a grapevine. Fisk dropped down to ask for a submission, but the Warp Drive Dragon clearly wasn’t interested in that. Her arms flailed as she tried to reach for anything she could, but was unable to do so.

Mai: There you go, Queen. Just put her to sleep. She’s ahd to sleep off worse nights than this before, I’m sure of it.

Zack: Felicity is trying to sap some of the stamina and energy out of Miko with this modified dragon sleeper. Ayano better find a way out soon, or this is going to end quickly.

The referee continued to ask for a submission, though he never heard one. Miko’s movements began to slow down more and more as Banks began to nod her head, feeling that the sleeper was really starting to take effect. At least it was till the crowd started chanting Ayano’s name, which seemed to revive her slightly and she managed to kick one of her feet out and across the ropes. Felicity was told to break, which she did on a four count. She then rolled away for a moment, and got back to her feet as Miko was trying to shake off the cobwebs. When Ayano sat up on her knees, Banks measured and delivered a pair of superkicks to her head before she collapsed face down on the mat. A quick rollover followed with Felicity hooking the leg for the cover.

Mai: That’s the BANK SHOT, Zack! Sleep it off, Miko!

ONE!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Ayano got her shoulder up in time before the three came down. Felicity got back to her feet, measuring and delivering a fist drop into her head before she could sit up. Banks moved back towards the ropes, measuring her adversary for something when Miko began to stir.

Zack: Everything is aimed right at Miko’s head, and I am sure whatever Felicity is planning will be just the same! I’m not sure Ayano’s totally aware of where she is right now.

With the crowd still chanting for Miko as she rose to her hands and knees, Banks darted off the ropes and went for a curb stomp to the back of her head. But Ayano avoided the contact, and got back to her feet. When Felicity turned around to face her, she heard a “HAI!” as three more vicious chops to the chest followed that. Banks shouted as each made contact before Whiskey executed a Saree Suplex into a pin!

Zack: CLARK’S FINAL LAW, and Ayano may have it right here!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

The shoulder came up in the nick of time, causing the Warp Drive Dragon to get back to her feet. She was a little dazed even still after all the shots she had taken. Banks pulled herself up, and tried to get away from Miko. But she got whipped into the far side instead, and dropped with a leg sweep sidewalk slam!

Mai: All of this could have been avoided, Zack, if Miko wasn’t so selfish. If she had just been a drunken tramp again, Felicity would have been happy. We all would!

Banks started to get up again, clearly very worn down at this point. When she made it to her feet, Miko hit the far side ropes and left her feet. She wrapped her arms and legs around Banks’ arms, and connected with a crucifix bomb into another pin attempt! Fisk slid right into position to make the count.

Zack: A nasty crucifix bomb, and Banks could be out cold right here!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Felicity managed to kick out in time, and then collapse back to the mat with Miko released her grip. Ayano got back to her feet, pulling Felicity up from behind into a rear waistlock. As soon as she did though, Banks began firing back elbows into the side of her head to try to get free.

Mai: There you go, Queen! Elbow her head off her whole body, no one would miss her and I’m sure there’s nothing much up there anyway!

Ayano wobbled backwards before a bicycle kick from Felicity dropped her to the mat. Banks then bounced off the far side ropes, came down with a double knee drop into a handstand into a second double knee drop. She got back to her feet with a little smile on her face, while the crowd only booed before chanting for Miko again.

Mai: That was the QueKNEE, Zack! And a thing of beauty too! Look at that angelic smile, it’s almost like a little angel, isn’t it?

Banks doubles back to the corner, and pulls her kneepad down along her shin. She nods her head, and wiggles her fingers at Miko to get up. Ayano was very slow to do so though as Felicity started shouting at her to to get up, growing quite impatient now.

Mai: Maybe someone in the fourth row will be able to catch Miko’s head after Fel sends it flying here in just a moment. OFF WITH HER HEAD, QUEEN!!

Finally, Ayano began to get to her feet when Felicity shot out of the corner with her finisher in mind. But as soon as she got close, Miko avoided the contact! Banks had to stop herself before she hit the ropes with her momentum, only to turn back around into a spinning back leg lariat takedown!

Zack: Miko moved, but Felicity damn sure ate every bit of that WORMHOLE KICK!

When Banks went to get up, Miko grabbed her. But Banks looked like she was about to spew blue mist again (like at Unstoppable). But Miko gave her a palm thrust to the throat that made her swallow it, and begin coughing violently as a result. Ayano scooped her up, and planted her with a muscle buster before she got to her feet and started rolling her fists.

Zack: I think Felicity was going to spit that mist into her face again, but Miko made her swallow it instead! Banks is choking on it, and well deserved too!

Mai: That’s terrible! Miko looks good in blue!!

The Dragon darted for the corner, hopping up to the second rope from the inside before she came off with the phoenix splash! The crowd came to its feet to count as Fisk dropped to do it himself!

Zack: DYSON’S SPHERE!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fisk called for the bell to the roar of the crowd as Miko got back to her feet. She looked down with anger towards Felicity until she had her hand raised to an even louder pop from the Denver crowd.

Mai: This is terrible, Zack! That’s no way to treat a guest!

Maggie: Here is your winner………………….’THE WARP DRIVE DRAGON’ MIKO AYANO!!!

Zack: Felicity Banks got what she deserved, and Miko Ayano has put the Queen away here in Denver! Banks is gonna be hoarse for a week swallowing that mist!

Miko headed for the corner, pumping her fist into the air before rolling out to the floor. She glanced back towards the ring to see Felicity leaning over the apron, coughing up blue mist on the floor.

Mai: Someone hold her hair! There’s nothing worse than blue mist in your hair, Zack!

Ayano raised her arm once more with a little bit of a smile on her face. At this point, the show heads to a commercial for Future Shock Resistance.

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The Last Scion

The cameras return to ringside, as they show a few stagehands finishing up with preparing certain things inside of the ring, including a setup that is completely covered by a black cloth at the center of the ring but prior to any chance for the announcers to talk about what could possibly be happening...

The house lights dim inside of the arena as multiple red lights begin to swirl and flash around the arena while a 16-bit chiptune whistle echoing across the PA before the words to “The Stand (Man or Machine)” by The Protomen begins to play at its 1:23 mark while the LCD screen comes alive with the images of a young figure walking towards the screen in a red hoodie, sweatpants and boxing gloves, walking slowly and forward with a purpose…

Tell me now. Is there a man among you here? Is there no one who will stand up and try to fight?
Tell me Man, is there not one in all your ranks? Is there not one who values courage over life?


As the words “EILEEN AMARO” appear on the screen amidst the ruins of a forgotten, dystopian city, Eileen Amaro walks out of the curtain and onto the entrance stage to a deafening amount of boos from the FFW faithful, her eyes shifting and glancing over at the audience alongside the reaction she is receiving, before she takes in a deep breath and her right hand moves down, gradually removing the hoodie off of her head with a stone-faced expression on her face while Bobby B. Barabbas emerges from the curtains behind her, cane in hand and dressed in all black as he joins Eileen Amaro at her side before the two of them begin to make their way down the ramp.

They looked to me once. Now they turn to you. Do you understand now?
Do you see that the truth is they don't want to change this?
They don't want a hero. They just want a martyr, a statue to raise!


Eileen takes in a deep breath, beginning to strafe left and right with short hops. She begins to shadow box with her wrapped fists before she begins to make her way across the ramp, as she practically ignores the very existence of those sitting close to the barricade even as they boo, throw the thumbs down or hurl curses at the duo, Amaro’s focus remaining on the squared circle and nothing else as she watches Bobby B. Barabbas go on ahead, getting the curious body bag itself inside of the ring first with some effort before climbing up the steel steps, sitting onto the middle rope and opening it as Eileen hops onto the apron and enters the squared circle while “The Stand (Man or Machine)” reaches its chorus:

They looked to me once. Now they turn to you. Do you understand now?
Do you see that the truth is they don't want to change this?
They don't want a hero. They just want a martyr, a statue to raise!


Eileen Amaro takes center stage, the lights beginning to swirl around the entire arena rapidly again as the boos grow louder while the red spotlight embraces her once again - a defiant stare in her features even as the hatred pours down onto her. Barabbas places a hand on her shoulder, almost as if to assure her that everything will be alright and in return, she simply nods as she then extends her arms out to soak in the hatred, inhaling and exhaling slowly while receiving it all.

I’ve given everything I can…
There are no Heroes left in Man...SO IT BEGINS!


From that point, Eileen Amaro remains at the center of the ring while Bobby B. Barabbas gradually makes his way across the ring, beckoning the timekeeper’s attention at their table for a pair of microphones to which he is swiftly handed them. As he returns, Barabbas hands one over to his client before taking his own in his left hand as “The Stand” fades from the PA system and the boos are all that remain within the Mile High City crowd in Denver. However, they wait...and wait...until finally, the volume subsides within the Pepsi Center and the “Pied Piper” speaks up:

Bobby B. Barabbas: Ladies and Gentlemen...Members of the Jury...my name is Bobby B. Barabbas…

The boos start to rain down on Barabbas’ popular introduction, but the biggest smile spreads upon his features. He pauses for a moment, waiting for absolute silence from the packed out crowd.

Bobby B. Barabbas: May I humbly and and proudly present to you… Does she need any introduction?

Barabbas smiles, the slyest of smiles as he stands there with the microphone, wearing black upon black, his sheer presence absorbing the view. He raises his hand once more for silence, eventually getting it as he points a finger towards the camera.

Bobby B. Barabbas: Apparently, this company’s esteemed front office does. Since in the course of the past few weeks, the woman who holds power in this company decided...to make a Choice. A Choice that altered the course of the very history making performance that my client bled and sweat for at the biggest stage this abode can provide. A stage that, quite frankly, doesn’t deserve a talent like the Last Scion of Professional Wrestling gracing it after the events that led my client to see her third Evolution Championship reign taken forcefully away from her by nothing more than cheap politics.

More boos rain down upon the “Pied Piper,” but his smile only grows as he raises his hand yet again.

Bobby B. Barabbas: My client did not Choose to feel emptiness within her after achieving history. But you, Samantha Star, Chose to take something away from her...claiming a basis of utter and complete disrespect towards a championship title. And yet, is it not you who has willingly disrespected professional wrestling as a whole by employing and actively paid the likes of Charity Deas, Angel Kash, Jodie Gray, Robbyn Helmsley and so many other names that have been nothing but a blight in the name of professional wrestling? ...Is it not you, Miss Star, who has bullied and sabotaged the careers of women such as Colleen Harmon and Wendy Briese while playing favorites with the likes of the McFarlane family, Starla McCloud and so many others? ...Is it not you who has opposed and attempted to outright drive my client out of this company since the very first day she has stepped foot through these ropes in utter defiance of everything that you stand for?

Barabbas shakes his head, disappointment ringing through his voice as he addressed the camera closest to him, knowing that the world could see his eyes as they brimmed with a fiery fury and passion seldom seen, but now, in full display.

Bobby B. Barabbas: You made the wrong Choice, Samantha Star. And now? You have not only ignited my client’s ardor and fury...but you have made an enemy out of me! And now? I will not rest until justice is served upon this squared circle and you see the Sword of Damocles right at your neck. And it all starts here, Ladies and Gentlemen. It all starts on the very eve of the contract that my client signed with Femme Fatale Wrestling after her return from a sabbatical, one in which you all saw fit to turn her into some vilified figurine. But my client...has fulfilled that contract. Starting as of today, she is no longer exclusive to this bubble in which Miss Star would have you believe to be the center of the universe! Which means, there are going to be some changes around here…


Barabbas pauses, as the crowd in the Mile High City begins to buzz amongst themselves due to one simple word: “change.”

Bobby B. Barabbas: But you need not to hear this from me. No, no...Ladies and Gentlemen, Members of the Jury...I give to you the Scion who has once more made the Choice that no one in the world of professional wrestling would ever dare make...I give to you...Eileen Amaro!

The boos erupted once again, as Eileen’s expression shifted into rolling her eyes at the audience in question, as she unzipped her hoodie and underneath it, there was a particularly odd choice of a t-shirt when given the current environment and yet, one that incensed the audience further in their booing as they looked upon the design:



But as the boos got louder, one simple, sharp word came out of her lips that suddenly caused it all to gradually fall to a silence.

Eileen Amaro: ...Quiet.

As she savored upon the voices around her dying down, the cameraman focused upon the “Last Scion of Professional Wrestling” as she took the center stage and scanned her surroundings within the Pepsi Center before speaking up again.

Eileen Amaro: Let’s start by saying what needs to be said: Samantha Star is a lucky woman. She’s lucky that I haven’t decided to come find her amongst all of the crew that is backstage, drag her by that fake ginger locks and beat her red and blue in front of you sycophants for what she decided to take away from me. Because for the one showing of disrespect that I gave the FFW Evolution Championship belt after practically making it what it is today over the years...I have years...upon years...of goddamned receipts for the blatant disrespect that she has shown me! ...Or have you all already forgotten about things such as the Power Trip? About War Games, way back when. About how she was more than happy to pit me against my once best friend on the planet in order to act like her little clique ran shit around here? So if Samantha Star wants to continue being my enemy, if she wishes to strip me out of my rightfully won championship because she just can’t withstand the notion of somebody being above her in any possible situation...then so be it. There’s a reason we are gathered here tonight and there’s a reason for what you see here behind me. Bobby...if you would do the honors.

Without any hesitation in his steps, Bobby B. Barabbas stepped to the display with a purpose as he placed the cloth within his fingers and slowly unveiled it to showcase a championship belt, pristine and shining bright as the crowd in Denver gasped, blinked and acted in utter confusion. A white leather belt, adorned in silver plates and with its main plate showing the FFW logo at the top portion in a small, indigo color while a knight sat on a throne at its centerpiece design, the words “SCION CHAMPIONSHIP” printed right below it.

Smirking, Barabbas placed his microphone down and took the championship belt from its stand before carefully getting down onto one knee, presenting the newly minted piece to Eileen Amaro...who took it within her left hand and raised it in the air, the emotions on her face not shifting from the piercing gaze she’d been giving the audience during this entire time, her facial expression never shifting even as she placed the new belt around her shoulder.

Eileen Amaro: The Femme Fatale Wrestling Scion Championship. MY championship. A TRUE championship belt that will, quite frankly, showcase something very simple to the “FFW Faithful.” ...That your bubble is absolute bullshit. That a championship defended in a company that claims to be the undisputed number one for women’s wrestling shouldn’t be confined to just the unworthy within this company. Regardless of whether this company chooses to acknowledge it or not, this is a championship that I will defend proudly against anyone who is worthy of it. Be it in this ring...or any other goddamned ring across this planet. Whether that’s within HKW, HELL or even SVW itself, I will make sure that by the end of it all...you understand one very simple thing!

Eileen Amaro: That this...is mine. That everything...is mine. And that if I cannot have what it is I seek...then I will throw professional wrestling into complete and utter fucking chaos!

More boos, both at the blasphemy of a new championship being made and having the FFW name attached to it...and then, at the audacity that this could be seen anywhere other than the company that “made” Eileen Amaro what she is today.

Eileen Amaro: ...Two weeks. Rio de Janeiro. In the native country of the son of a bitch who claims you’re all his people...the defenses of the FFW Scion Championship begin. And contrary to popular belief, there will be no scrubs allowed to even come close to challenging for this title. Only the deserving. And if I cannot ever have a match against Chris Strike in my lifetime...then I’ll choose his proxy.

Amaro pauses, taking in a deep breath before uttering two very simple words:

Eileen Amaro: Gillie...Barnes…

Another loud gasp from the crowd, although cheers begin to emanate from them as they realize just exactly who has been called out.

Eileen Amaro: The First Daughter of the Sanctuary...Chris Strike’s greatest protege to date...you have been challenged by the “Last Scion of Professional Wrestling” for the most prestigious championship you will ever sniff in your lifetime. Accept it...or die. Your choice.

Spiking the microphone down to the mat, Eileen Amaro once again brought the newly minted Scion Championship up in the air with both hands now, as “The Stand” began to play over the PA system and the boos rained down upon her, even some trash starting to get thrown at the ring in the process while Bobby B. Barabbas simply applauded his client, his smirk one from ear-to-ear as the two eventually then left the ring and one of the cameras caught Bobby B. within her ear, talking excitedly with her as if a salesman about to close on his biggest deal yet...and these words were overheard before we cut backstage…

“I may have something for you in the Underground…”





A history of the matches involving Scarlett Silver and Ruby Tyler are shown before we head back to ringside with Maggie Rourke awaiting with her microphone.

Zack: Fans, you see what’s coming up next! The Fast Track title is on the line as the “Huntress” looks to try to repeat history from her first encounter with Scarlett Silver. Only time, she’s looking for Fast Track gold. Welcome to the booth, Missy. I think you are becoming Scarlett’s official color commentator.

Missy: A pleasure to be here as always, Zack. I was just thinking the same thing. I wonder if I can request double pay… only kidding. I like being able to keep an eye on her, even if she does infuriate me usually. She has a tough challenge tonight, but I think she’s ready for it.

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

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

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


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

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


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

Ruby pauses at the bottom of the ramp and turns to look at the curtain just as Kevin Hardaway comes through with a grin, high-fiving the fans as he goes to meet his former tag partner before they make their way to the ring.

Maggie: And escorting her to the ring, he is one half of #RubyWay, from Baltimore, Maryland - ‘The Voice of the Violence’ KEVIN HARDAWAY!

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

Zack: I see Ruby brought some company with her, that’s her boyfriend, Kevin Hardaway. She has said in the past that she was going to need someone to offset Christian.

Missy: I don’t see why she felt the need. Christian has never laid a finger on her or any of Scarlett’s opponents, but if it makes her feel better to have a security blanket with her, who are we to argue?

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

Maggie: Introducing at this time… Hailing from Los Angeles, California….Your FFW Fast Track  Champion, Scarlett Silver!

Scarlett reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope before jumping to her feet and climbing onto the turnbuckle facing the stage. She raises her arms up high then jumps down to join Christian in her corner, for a last minute, pre-match discussion. Christian is holding something that looks like a small bag in his hand as he looks across at Hardaway for a moment.

Zack: This is Scarlett’s second defense after she knocked off Mandy Gray in a squeaker of a match. Looks like CK saw his counterpart over there, and has a bag too.

Missy: Scarlett very nearly lost her first defense because of losing her focus and playing with her damn hair. I’m hoping she has actually listened to me for tonight. And I’m already confused by the bag… I’m pretty sure CK doesn’t usually carry one.

Referee Melinda Davis checks both women quickly before raising the Fast Track title over her head. She hands it off to Maggie before she leaves for the ring, and then calls for the bell. Ruby loosens up in the corner, listening to what her second on the floor is telling her. As she starts towards the champion, Scarlett holds up one finger and ducks her head through the ropes to sit on the middle. She reaches out for the bag in Christian’s hand, which he hands up to her with a shake of his head. It’s clear Ruby is ready to start the match as Scarlett is still between the ropes, opening her bag and removing a compact to check her makeup with the referee holding Ruby back since she’s in the ropes.

Missy: I… what the hell is she playing at. It’s a Championship match not a bloody beauty pageant!

Zack: I’m not really sure why you need to check your makeup before you compete in a wrestling match. I mean….I don’t think Ruby cares how good she looks.

Ruby continues trying to get around the referee, who is also telling Scarlett to start the match. Meanwhile, the Fast Track Champion applies a bit of lip gloss to her ruby red lips and makes a couple kissing motions to the compact mirror before putting it all back in the bag. A quick tease of her hair with her fingers follows that, and the challenger is clearly losing her patience.

Missy: Ruby looks like she is about to go straight through the referee to get to Scarlett… and you know what? I don’t blame her, if I was facing her I would be livid… I’m getting that way just from sitting here watching her as it is.

Zack: Ruby’s about had it with Silver’s makeup tricks, and---OH, HERE WE GO!!

Scarlett barely gets back into the ring before Ruby pushes the referee out of the way, and barrels towards her with a running forearm to the jaw. It rocks her back in the corner as Tyler unloads with a flurry of them before she fires Scarlett across for the ride. Silver crashes chest first into the far corner, only for Ruby to bolt in behind her with a lungblower that flips her up and over onto the mat. But instead of going for a cover, she mounts her chest and hammers right hands into the side of her head repeatedly. After seven straight right hands, she hops up to her feet as Kevin applauds...as well as the crowd for the Huntress.

Missy: It looks like Ruby’s patience finally ran out and Scarlett needs to pull herself together and fast or she’ll be going home empty handed at this rate.

Zack: Ruby’s got the Mile HIgh City behind her, and Scarlett may lose a Revlon sponsorship after this opening!

Scarlett starts to get back to her feet behind her, and Ruby catches her with a discus elbow to the jaw that sends her back into the ropes. A running knee catches her in the midsection that sends her through the ropes to the apron. She barely misses falling to the floor before her manager kept her on the apron. She thanked him just as Ruby pulled her up with two handfuls of her hair back to her feet, hooked her head and brought her back inside with a vertical suplex to the canvas. She immediately headed for the corner, hopping up top and coming off with a diving forearm smash to the mouth as Scarlett got to her feet. She wasn’t there long as Tyler immediately went for the cover.

Zack: Ruby’s running the table, and the Fast Track title may be about to find a new home!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOPE!!

Scarlett kicked out after the two count, rolling Ruby off the cover. Tyler got back to her feet, crouching in the corner and waving her to get up. Meanwhile, Scarlett looked extremely dazed as she started to sit up.

Missy: It would have bloody served her right if she had of lost the title right then, but thankfully she didn’t. Hopefully that will give her a bit of a wake up call, but knowing Scarlett… I won’t hold my breath.

Silver headed towards the nearest corner, using the ropes to help her get to her feet. Ruby watched her like a hawk. And when she was back up, Tyler took off towards her with a running shoulder tackle. Scarlett bolted to the left, and Ruby ended up tackling the ring post instead as she dove between the top and middle turnbuckles. The champion dropped to her knee, still getting her bearings as Ruby laid over the middle turnbuckle holding her shoulder. Scarlett finally got back to her feet as Ruby was starting to move out of the corner. Tyler dropped to her knees leaning against the corner as she clutched her shoulder. Scarlett bounded in behind her with a running knee to the back of her head that crushed it against the turnbuckle. The challenger collapsed to the mat as Scarlett finally had her bearings. A smile began to form on her face as she tousled her hair down her back.

Missy: LEAVE YOUR BLOODY HAIR ALONE, SCARLETT!! I keep hoping that one day she will learn that she needs to capitalise when she’s in control, but then she goes and does something like that again.

Zack: Silver has Ruby in trouble here, big trouble after what she did to her shoulder. But she wants to make sure she looks good in the process, and--back to business!

Ruby turned around to sit against the corner, still holding her shoulder before Scarlett rebounded off the far side with a face wash boot across her jaw. Scarlett grabbed both of her feet, dragging her out of the corner towards the center before dropping to one knee and using the other to press against Ruby’s chest for the cover. The champion looked down to her nails as Davis went to count.

ONE!!!

T-NOPE!!

Ruby shoved her knee off the cover, causing Scarlett to frown since she was looking at her nails at that moment.

Zack: I don’t think a cover like that is ever going to win too many matches, especially not in a situation where your title is on the line.

Missy: I am pretty sure her nails could wait until after the match, but what do I know?! I know I’d rather leave with the title than my nails looking good.

Ruby tried to get to her feet, only for Scarlett to scoop her up and drop her with a shoulder breaker across her knee. That caused the champion to grimace in pain as Christian gave her some advice, to which she took before applying a Fujiwara armbar submission. Scarlett sat on her knees as she pulled back on Ruby’s arm between her legs. Tyler’s face was a mask of pain as the referee dropped to ask for the submission.

Zack: I’ve not seen Scarlett use too many submissions before, but she’s got this armbar well applied. And with the damage done to Ruby’s shoulder already, she could get a submission potentially.

Missy: Scarlett’s had a good teacher, I’m starting to think there’s not a submission move invented that CK doesn’t know. And he is really good at teaching them… as you can see from the way Scarlett’s got that locked in.

Scarlett really cranked back on the arm, almost leaning over backwards as she pulled on it. But Ruby wouldn’t submit, instead shouting no at the referee whenever Davis would ask her. Christian and Kevin both had their eyes fixated on the ring, with Hardaway trying to encourage her to get to the ropes. Ruby dug her fingernails in the mat, shouting in pain in the submission when Scarlett let her go. Silver headed towards her corner, and began to check her makeup bag.

Missy: You have got to be freaking kidding me. She had that submission locked in tight, Ruby was clearly struggling and she’s abandoned it to go and check her bag. God dammit, Scarlett. FOCUS!

Zack: I don’t know if Ruby was close to tapping, but we’ll never know. What’s important to the champion is making sure she looks good still….And now Ruby’s starting to get up.

Ruby got back to her feet, favoring her left arm as Scarlett got a look at herself in the compact mirror. When she finally turned back around, Ruby unloaded with straight right hands to her head that reeled her backwards in the corner. She fired her across to the far side, with Ruby bouncing off the near side ropes with a springboard into a roundhouse kick to the jaw. Silver collapsed like a sack of bricks before Tyler headed up to the top rope with the crowd loudly behind her. She launched herself with a top rope elbow drop (with the good elbow) onto Scarlett’s chest, and immediately went for the cover!

Zack: You want to talk about a knockout shot?! That kick was it, and one big elbow later….we’re seconds from a new Fast Track Champion! At least Scarlett will have perfect makeup for it!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

While Davis was counting, Christian pulled Scarlett’s arm under the bottom rope and then pointed it out to the referee. Davis saw it, and signaled a two. And at this point, Kevin Hardaway started making a beeline for Christian.

Missy: Christian might want to move away a little, Kevin doesn’t look happy at all… and also I’m starting to wonder if Scarlett’s makeup actually absorbs some of the impact of the shots she takes, it’s the only way I can figure she’s not out cold yet.

Christian never saw Kevin coming till it was too late when Hardaway grabbed him by the shirt, and started reading him the riot act. Ruby slowly got back to her feet, glancing over to him as the crowd wanted him to strike CK. Meanwhile, Scarlett started crawling towards her corner…..for the makeup bag.

Missy: You know what? If Ruby doesn’t knock her out by the time this match is done, I’m bloody going to after it. Leave the bag alone, Scarlett!

Zack: This crowd is begging Kevin Hardaway to knock Kincaid into next week, and Scarlett’s going for her makeup again!

Christian managed to break his grip, and roll into the ring. The referee went to get him out as Ruby went to get Scarlett in the corner. When she reached down to grab her, Scarlett squeezed off pepper spray from her makeup bag into Ruby’s face.

Missy: At least she had something of use in there.

Tyler screamed in pain as Scarlett caught her with thumb to the throat before rolling her up into a small package. Christian rolled out the other side of the ring as Davis dove into position for the cover.

Zack: The SILVER SPIKE….with a faceful of pepper spray too!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Davis called for the bell as the live crowd went into raucous booing. Hardaway decked Christian with a superkick on the floor before he realized what happened in the ring. Ruby continued to hold her face in agony as Scarlett got to her feet, and had her hand raised.

Missy: What the hell?! That was completely unnecessary, Christian didn’t deserve that at all!

Maggie: Here is your winner…..AND STILL FFW Fast Track Champion………..SCARLETT SILVER!!!

Hardaway grabbed a water bottle from a fan, and rolled into the ring to try to wash the pepper spray out of her eyes and face. Scarlett took her title, and climbed up onto the middle rope to raise it over her head with a smile...and a hair fluff to loud boos.

Zack: Through hook and certainly by crook, Scarlett Silver is still the Fast Track Champion! Kevin’s trying to wash that pepper spray out of Ruby’s eyes, and Christian is barely stirring over there on the other side.

Missy: Scarlett didn’t see the kick, and hasn’t noticed yet that Christian hasn’t come in to congratulate her. I swear that make up must be affecting her brain. She’s managed to retain again though, so she’ll be happy.

Silver rolled out to the floor, snatching up her makeup bag and her title to head around the corner. Her manager had started to his feet before she raised both their hands to a chorus of boos, asking him what was wrong.

Missy: Finally she notices something other than her freaking hair. Better late than never there, Scarlett...

As they head to the back, the show cuts to a commercial for Future Shock Resistance. Then the viewers are shown a history of the rivalry between Savannah Taylor & Vanessa Cade.







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

“I THINK I GOT MY SWAGGER BACK!”

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

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

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

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

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


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

Inside me a light was turned on…

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

Then I was alive!

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

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way down to the ring....weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds.....from Las Vegas, Nevada.....Savannah Taylor !!!

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


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

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


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

Zack: Just a reminder folks, this is not the first time these two women have faced off against one another as they had a match for the No Surrender title earlier this year!

Mai: And whoever wins this match...who cares, my girl Savannah is still getting her NS title rematch, so even if Cade wins it’s futile!

Zack: So say you. Also keep in mind that this is a Global Wars contested fight, and the US and Canada are being represented. And both being NS division competitors you bet they’re going to shoot for the tap out and 5 points.

The bell rings, and Savannah has just finished her wrist stretches before she sees Vanessa Cade lunging out of her corner and pressing her down to the mat, throwing her fist heavily into Taylor’s face! The Vegas blonde puts her forearms in front of her, trying to block the attack that the Golden Elbow is forcing on her! It’s enough that the referee has to grab Vanessa and remove her from Savannah. Except Vanessa slaps the referee away, and Cade starts to kick at Savannah as she’s trying to roll onto her stomach.Vanessa gives her a kick that assists her into that position, then kneels next to the former NS champion to grab her by the hair and slam her face into the mat! Again the ref is telling Cade to knock it off, but Vanessa isn’t hearing it!

Zack: Cade shot herself out of the corner just after the bell rang, and she isn’t relenting on Savannah at all!

Mai: I’d say she’s just jealous that she didn’t get that NS title while Natalya Demidov is holding it right now.

Zack: Right…

Mai: No, DON’T “right” me mister! You know Cade thinks herself hot shit, you KNOW she thinks she deserves better, don’t you DARE tell me she isn’t still pissy about that!

Cade brings Savannah’s face up one final time, and the camera can see that Taylor’s nose is bleeding as Vanessa lifts her by the head to her feet, delivering an uppercut that knocks Taylor back into the nearby corner. Vanessa charges at Savannah, hitting Taylor with a hard elbow smash that makes the crowd cringe! She repeats with another elbow smash, followed up with a series of chops to Taylor’s chest that lights her skin up! The Canadian native grabs Taylor by the arm, pulling her from the corner and twisting for an arm wrench, but Savannah seems to get enough strength to roll through it, coming back to her feet and hitting the sole of her boot into Cade’s gut! Vanessa lets go, allowing Taylor the advantage over the doubled over Elbow. Running to the ropes, Savannah bounces back, leaping up and hitting the Canadian with an axe kick that downs her opponent!

Zack: A rare sight from Savannah Taylor, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her attempt that move in her life!

Mai: Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, and if Cade wants to beat Savannah down like that so be it.

Taylor isn’t done, as she picks Cade up and whips her into the ropes, coming back with a yakuza kick to Vanessa’s head! Cade stumbles back, and Savannah comes back at her with a roundhouse kick to floor the Elbow! Taylor finally tastes blood trickling into her mouth, wiping the trail off her upper lip before she sees Cade roll onto her stomach. Savannah uses this time wisely, grabbing Vanessa’s arms and pulling back on them, hearing Cade cry out before the Ace plants her boot on the back of the Canadian’s head, then uses her full force to drop it down and smash Cade’s face into the canvas to a roar of boos!

Zack: A curbstomp from Taylor! Eye for an eye from the Vegas native, it seems!

Mai: There you go, girl! Now pin her elbow’d ass!

Zack:.........................................What?

With Vanessa down, Savannah pauses as she surveys her options, and kicks Cade onto her back.

Mai: Yaaaas, give her the pin!

Taylor grabs Cade’s leg, lifting it up, resting her head on the back knee, and inverting the Canadian with a stretch muffler submission! The crowd is begging for Vanessa to get out, the Elbow crying out as she tries to reach her hand out for the ropes.

Zack: I think Taylor wants to end this now! That’s one of her finishers, the Perfect Illusion! If Cade taps out to this, it’s over!

Mai: Then get that bitch to tap, Savannah, momma needs a drink sooner than later!

Zack:...For the love of…

Taylor cackles while she walks around the ring, pacing around the center while Vanessa is trying to swing her body in whichever direction the ropes could be in. When that doesn’t work Cade spots Taylor’s leg, and as she takes a step forward reaches for her leg, pulling on it to floor the former champion to the mat! Cade rolls to her back, sitting up as she rubs her leg for any means of feeling while Savannah is trying to get back up. Cade hobbles until she’s on her feet, then picks Taylor up as she gets to her knees, bringing her to the nearest corner. Cade slowly climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, and hops off with a tornado DDT that lands into a Butterfly Lock! Cade keeps her legs stretched out, keeping Savannah’s legs apart to avoid breaking the submission up! The crowd is roaring while the ref is asking Taylor if she submits, the American wrestler crying out ‘no’! Cade has Taylor in the move for at least two minutes before the referee asks again, with Savannah shaking her head! Soon enough the Vegas native starts to try and shift her weight forward, attempting to roll over her Canadian opponent. In half a minute the former champion manages to roll over Vanessa, countering the submission with a bridging pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

Once Vanessa realizes the ref is counting, she lets go of the hold and pushes Taylor off of her, Savannah staring at her with a grin that says ‘gotcha!’

Zack: First pin attempt out of this match comes as a result of countering Vanessa’s Butterfly Lock, and it looks like Taylor isn’t done playing games with the Golden Elbow.

Cade rushes at Savannah, the American blonde rolling under a clothesline while Vanessa stops herself from running into a corner. Turning around she finds herself hit with a Uraken from Savannah, which knocks Cade to the ground! Taylor takes in the boos from the crowd before she locks in her surfboard chickenwing move, locking it in tightly on the Elbow.

Mai: From a Desert Rose into a Double Down, I think Taylor has this match and the points in hand!

Zack: It seems both competitors want to get those Global War points up all the way, and in the case of Cade her team needs them quite badly! Any submission that can tap Taylor out will put them up on the board, while Savannah would put her team in a high enough lead over the rest of the competition!

Taylor pulls back on the upper body of Vanessa, putting her body into a strain while the crowd cheers for the Elbow to escape. With enough pull from the Vegas native, Cade’s head is within reach of Savannah’s, and she juts her head back into Taylor’s to daze her and loosen her grip on the Canadian born wrestler. Once Vanessa slips out, Taylor grabs her face, and Cade grabs Taylor by the legs, locking her into an Indian deathlock! But Savannah is close enough to the ropes that in less than ten seconds she grabs them, the ref counting for Cade to let go, which she does at the count of four.

Zack: These women won’t be satisfied until they get a submission victory, but they’re running through their repertoire of locks and holds and counters to these moves so quickly who knows if they’ll get the desired outcome!

As Savannah lets go of the ropes and uses them for leverage, Cade grabs Taylor by the leg and brings the hobbling Vegas girl to the middle of the ring before hitting a rolling leg lock on Taylor! But Savannah is already rolling around the ring while Cade tries to keep it in position, the two again getting near the ropes! Taylor’s free leg reaches the bottom rope, Cade letting go once more at the count of three! Cade grabs Taylor’s arm and is ready to hit her with a double knee armbreaker to transition to the AU Lock, but Savannah smashes her free forearm into Cade’s face, sending her stumbling back! Savannah hits a Russian legsweep to Cade, and grabs her arms, wrapping them up for a Muta lock! Savannah stretches back and grabs Cade by the head, pulling her back for some additional pain!

Zack: The Ace of Spades is locked in! There’s no other way for Cade to take this other than to tap!

Mai: Yay, let’s go Savann-

Zack: Wait look!

Mai: WHY MUST YOU DO THAT?

Using whatever ounce of strength is still in her, Cade uses her free arm to drag herself across the mat, slowly bringing herself to the side of the ring. Slowly she reaches out for the ropes, and her fingernails barely get out to it, Cade struggling to get her full hand around it! She gets a hold of the rope, and the ref makes the count until Taylor lets go at four and a half! The Vegas woman does not look pleased as she lets go of Vanessa.

Zack: That was it! Her signature submission hold, and Cade managed to break out of it! There’s nothing left for Taylor to make her tap out with!

Mai: What?! No, no come on! She has to have SOMETHING left to use!

Taylor picks Cade up, dragging her over to the corner for what looks like an attempt at the Snake Eyes, but Cade slaps Savannah’s hands off of her, yells “FUCK IT”, and hits a double wrist-clutch flip into a bridging pin on Taylor! The ref goes to count while Savannah is visibly trying to escape!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Maggie: Here is your winner...VANESSA! CADE!

Zack: There you have it, Vanessa puts Team Canada on the boards!

Mai: But...but she didn’t get Savannah to tap out! Yeah! HA! So much for that, you maple syrup loving Canuck!

Zack:...Time for your booze?

Mai: Please.

While Savannah is rolling herself out of the ring, Vanessa struggles to her feet, the many submission attempts taking a toll on their bodies. Cade gets her hand raised, and we see a graphic on the jumbotron indicating three points have gone to Team Canada.

Zack: It’s a slow start for Team Canada, but after every submission attempt was made she and Taylor had no other choice and it left her with a last resort in the Golden Experience. That’s the way it goes sometimes...



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The show returns backstage, where we find Amber Carano standing in front of the trainer’s room where more than a few Spanish phrases are heard loudly inside. However, the door is closed before Amber begins.

Amber: Amber Carano here outside the training room, where FFW medical staff are tending to Angelina Fantastica. The story is still coming together, but from what I am told, she was assaulted earlier tonight in her locker room. Given her recent run-ins with Ascension, they are the prime suspects. I haven’t been able to speak with her, but as you can tell, she’s in an understandably foul mood. I’ve asked one of the medical team to join me as soon as he can to give us more information. Again, Angelina Fantastica was assaulted backstage here in the Pepsi Center and--

The door opens, and one of the training staff steps out. His lanyard reads Dr. Blake. Amber gives him her full attention.

Amber: Dr. Blake, thank you for taking a moment to talk with me. What is the status report on Angelina?

Dr. Blake: Whoever attacked Angelina has done some significant damage to her ankle. I’ve not been able to discern any weapon marks, more that it seems like it was just with someone’s bare hands. She’s unable to put any weight on it at all, and we will be sending her to the hospital for x-rays to see the fullest extent of the damage.

Amber: Do you know how long she might be sidelined with this injury she received?

Dr. Blake: At least 3-4 weeks on inactivity is going to be required before she’ll be able to be cleared to compete. It’s hard to pin down an exact time until we get a chance to see what the x-rays have to show us. Now if you’ll excuse me….

He headed back inside the trainer’s room as Amber turned back to the camera.

Amber: There you have it. Angelina Fantastica sidelined 3-4 weeks after an attack by a person or persons that targeted taking out her ankle. We have no confirmation of this, but early speculation would seem to indicate that Ascension are behind this. Angelina did upset Isis Morales recently, and one would imagine Valentina isn’t in a good mood after what happened tonight. We’ll stay on top of this story, and keep you updated when we learn more.

On that, the show heads back into the arena for the next match.





Maggie: The following is a Submissions count anywhere match.

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

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

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

Zack: Lily-Rose came out on top when she met O.E at Unstoppable and it is a safe bet that she will be looking to do the same thing again tonight.

Scarlett: She got lucky that’s all. O.E isn’t going to let her get passed her twice!

“MOUSE DROP THE TRACK, THAT’LL MAKE YOU BOUNCE IT BACK!”

Maggie: Accompanied to the ring by Mai Hotaru.. From Kumamoto, Japan, she is The Eighth Chamber Orochi... O.E. AYANO!!

Walking towards the ring from behind the curtain is the Eighth Chamber Orochi, O.E. Ayano. Ayano is dressed in a sports jersey of a rival team to the current city the show is taking place, as well as a surgical mask. Mai Hotaru pops out of the curtain soon after and puts a hand on her client’s shoulder as “Wipe Me Down” continues to play over the sound system. Together the two women walk down the ramp as the crowd boos O.E. the entire time. She stops short of the ring and pulls off her jersey and surgical mask, handing it to Mai. Now visible in her wrestling gear, she leaps onto the apron as her entrance theme continues.

“‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!) ‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!)
‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!) ‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!)
‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!) ‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!)
‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!) ‘Cause I’m on! (Wipe me down!)”


Ayano stands in her corner as the referee checks her, pulling a zip-tie or three from her boots and giving her a look as O.E. shrugs her shoulders, ready for the match.

Zack: The history between O.E.’s and Lily-Rose dates all the way back to Future Shock and after Lily-Rose upended her at Unstoppable, O.E will be looking to even the score here in the Pepsi Center.

Scarlett: My girl is going to make Lily-Rose tap out! Just you watch, it’s going to be awesome!

Maggie quickly makes her exit from the ring as referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to bring a start to the match. Lily-Rose moves quickly heading towards O.E who stays in her corner, inviting Lily-Rose to come at her with a wave of her hand. Lily-Rose pauses for a moment, sensing a trap, but when O.E remains in her corner, the blonde decides to go ahead anyway and charges at the Japanese wrestler. O.E waits until the very last second to side step the oncoming blonde, allowing her to crash into the turnbuckle. Lily-Rose shakes it off quickly and spins around straight into a chop to her chest from a smirking O.E. Another two chops follow in quick succession, before Lily-Rose grabs Ayano and puts her into a headlock. With O.E secured in place, Lily-Rose starts to unload left hands into O.E’s head with vicious force and Denver crowd show their appreciation loudly for the New Hampshire native. Lily-Rose releases her headlock to enable her to use a gutwrench suplex to send the Japanese wrestler to the canvas. 

Zack: O.E tried to lure Lily-Rose into a trap, but she was more than aware of that and it hasn’t gone quite the way Ayano would have been expecting it to.

Scarlett: It’s still early days yet. O.E is just lulling Lily-Rose into a false sense of security, she’ll strike when the time is right.

O.E pops back up to her feet looking thoroughly pissed off and straight away gets into Lily-Rose’s face. The blonde doesn’t get intimidated and goes again for a headlock, but O.E prevents it by biting down on Lily-Rose’s fingers. Lily-Rose yells out and responds with a stiff right to the side of the Japanese wrestler’s head. O.E reels backwards slightly, but quickly gets her footing and keeps her balance. Lily-Rose goes to advance on her again, but O.E drops her shoulder and charges the New Hampshire native, shoving her backwards into the corner. Lily-Rose crashes back first against the turnbuckles and O.E grabs her by the head and bends her forwards to start delivering knees into her face. With Lily-Rose slightly disorientated, O.E spins her around and grabs her by the back of the head, proceeding to ram her face into the top turnbuckle repeatedly. O.E shrugs off the animosity coming at her from the crowd before she uses a German suplex to dump the blonde heavily onto the canvas.

Scarlett: See. I told you so, Zack. O.E was just biding her time and it was worth it for that perfect German Suplex.

Zack: Getting her down to the canvas is all well and good, but there are no pin attempts in this match, the only way she can win is to make her tap out and it’s going to take more than a German suplex to do that.

With Lily-Rose on the canvas, O.E adds insult to injury by giving her a wet willy, then laughs loudly as she gets back to her feet. Lily-Rose kips up just a few seconds behind the Japanese wrestler and ducks under her arm to avoid a clothesline. O.E spins around and sweeps Lily-Rose’s leg to send her straight back to the mat. The blonde quickly powers back to her feet, only to find herself down again when O.E once again sweeps her leg. Starting to look annoyed, Lily-Rose powers up again, and this time dodges the leg sweep, then clocks the Japanese wrestler in the jaw with a perfectly aimed European uppercut. O.E staggers backwards towards the ropes and Lily-Rose drops her shoulder and charges at her. O.E waits until the last second to dodge to the side, grabbing the top rope and pulling it down as she does. Unable to stop her momentum Lily-Rose goes over the top rope…. Or she would have if O.E hadn’t have released it leaving Lily-Rose laying across it with her head over the apron and her legs inside the ring.

Zack: It looked like Lily-Rose was going to go straight over the top and to the floor, but with O.E releasing the rope, Lily-Rose is left hanging.

Scarlett: That’s my girl. Keep it unpredictable and keep Lily-Rose and everyone else on their toes. Or in this case, keep her on the ropes.

O.E drops down and rolls under the bottom rope to the apron. Grabbing hold of Lily-Rose’s head she pulls her down a little to drive a series of knees into her face. The Japanese wrestler, stops her onslaught of knees, to hook the blonde’s head under her arm and then lifts her off the top rope and uses a kind of northern lights suplex to drop her down to the arena floor. Lily-Rose hits the ground and lets out a yell of pain. O.E barely manages to keep her balance on the edge of the apron to stop herself landing in a heap too. Getting her balance back completely, O.E turns to face the outside and grins before she launches herself off to land a double knee drop straight onto the New Hampshire native’s chest.

Scarlett: How beautiful was that?! You just know that is gonna have hurt and I’d be surprised if Lily-Rose can get up again after that.

Zack: I’m not sure beautiful would be the word Lily-Rose or this Denver crowd would use to describe that sequence. But Lily-Rose is down and O.E has a chance to capitalise now.

Getting back to her feet quickly, O.E kicks Lily-Rose onto her front and then stands at her feet. Grabbing the blonde’s legs, O.E lifts them up and gets her into a cloverleaf position. The Japanese wrestler squats and leans back instantly dragging a yell of pain from the downed New Hampshire native. Davis gets in front of Lily-Rose to ask if she wants to give in, but she is met with a defiant no from the blonde. The crowd get behind Lily-Rose, cheering her on and encouraging her not to give in. O.E leans further back causing Lily-Rose to yell out again and prompting Davis to ask her a second time if she wants to quit. Again the blonde shouts out no and this time she pushes herself up and starts to use her hands to drag herself and O.E towards the barricade. O.E digs her feet in to try and stop them moving, but Lily-Rose keeps going, slowly inching them closer and closer. The Japanese wrestler starts to lose her grip and as she tries to readjust, Lily-Rose manages to pull one of her legs free and kicks out blindly. She completely misses O.E, but Ayano loses her grip in the process.

Zack: O.E had a cloverleaf locked in tight but pure determination from Lily-Rose got her out of what could have been the end of this match.

Scarlett: O.E is just toying with her, she let her escape just so that she can hurt her some more first!

As Lily-Rose tries to gather herself, O.E picks her up and runs her back first into the barricade. Almost as soon as she hits, O.E pulls her off again and whips her into the steel steps. The blonde crashes into them heavily and falls into a heap at the side of them. O.E watches her for a second with a smirk before charging at her again. Lily-Rose, alerted by the yells from the Denver crowd, rolls out of the way and O.E crashes into the steps, shins first. O.E lets out a yell and as she stumbles backwards, Lily-Rose catches her and uses a DDT to drop her head face first on to them. With O.E down, Lily-Rose takes the time to rest against the apron and catch her breath for a moment.

Scarlett: …. Ouch! A DDT straight onto the steps, I think O.E might need an ice pack after that one.

Zack: An ice pack and possible a dentist. She might want to make sure she still has all of her teeth after that.

O.E starts to pull herself up and Lily-Rose pulls herself together quickly on seeing that. The blonde watches carefully as O.E backs away from the steps towards the ramp, still a little dazed from the impact. As she starts to come to her senses, Lily-Rose charges and flattens the Japanese wrestler on the ramp with a thud. With O.E winded from the impact, Lily-Rose mounts her chest and starts to fire lefts and rights furiously into her head. After a few moments, the blonde grabs her head either side and starts to smash it against the ramp furiously. O.E fights back and the two start brawling, rolling around on the ramp.

Zack: The animosity between these two shows in spades, it’s descended into an out and out brawl on the ramp.

Scarlett:O.E can take her!

Lily-Rose gets the upperhand again and pulls O.E to her feet. Spinning her around, she wraps her arms around the Japanese wrestler’s waist to use a German suplex to dump on the ramp. Getting back to her feet quickly Lily-Rose attempts to roll O.E onto her stomach, but Ayano resists and kicks the blonde straight between the legs, dropping her to her knees. Lily-Rose looks equal parts in pain and furious as O.E staggers back to her feet holding her back in pain. The New Hampshire native slowly gets back to her feet, taking a number of deep breaths as she does. O.E starts to grin at the look of pain on Lily-Rose’s face and taunts her to come at her. Lily-Rose doesn’t need to be asked twice and charges at O.E. O.E backs off a few steps further up the ramp, so that Lily-Rose ends up clutching at thin air. Again the Japanese wrestler invites the blonde forwards and as she charges again O.E backs up a bit more onto the stage.

Scarlett: Kicking someone between the legs is always an effective move. There’s no way that it doesn’t hurt and it immediately stops people in their tracks.

Zack: O.E is just taunting Lily-Rose now, and usually that doesn’t end well for the person doing the taunting. Especially given the look on Lily-Rose’s face right now. She has O.E squarely in her sights.

For a third time, O.E invites the New Hampshire native forward. This time O.E can’t move out of the way quick enough and Lily-Rose spears her straight through the curtain and into backstage. O.E attempts to scramble out of the way, but Lily-Rose looks like she is running on pure adrenaline as she drags O.E up to her feet and locks her in a headlock to fire shots into her head. She doesn’t let up at all with the vicious left hands and the crowd count her along as she delivers each one. When she reaches ten, she stops and DDT’s the Japanese wrestler face first onto a production trunk.

Zack: Another DDT from Lily-Rose and wait…. O.E is busted open! I don’t know how long she’ll be able to continue with her face busted open like that.

Scarlett: That is disgraceful! Lily-Rose should be disqualified for that!

Zack: You don’t have disqualifications in a submissions count anywhere match.

Scarlett: I know….

O.E slides off the trunk and lands on the floor clutching her face as blood starts to seep through her fingers. Lily-Rose doesn’t skip a beat and quickly pushes O.E face down and then moves to her legs to lock in her inverted cloverleaf.

Zack: DEVOUR THE DAY! Lily-Rose has her inverted cloverleaf locked in tight and O.E has nowhere to go.

As Lily leans forward to apply more pressure, Davis asks O.E if she wants to give in to which she receives a very definite shake of the head to indicate no. Looking even more determined, Lily leans further forward applying yet more pressure. O.E lets out a yell of pain as the New Hampshire native plants her feet and leans further forward to apply more pressure. Ayano tries to pull herself along the floor, but with the blood from her face on her hands, her hands just slide across the floor. Davis asks again if she wants to quit and this time O.E is slow to respond but gives a negative answer as she again tries to move, to no avail. Lily-Rose plants her feet firmer and leans into the hold as far as she can to apply maximum pressure and shouts at O.E that she can hold this position all night. Slowly O.E raises her hand….then changes her mind and tries again to move. Realising that she has not moved an inch, and with blood running down her face, she reluctantly taps the floor and Davis immediately calls for bell, to the great delight of the crowd.

Maggie: Your winner of this match by submission…………..LILY-ROSE!!!

Zack: Lily-Rose has done it again and O.E does not look pleased in the slightest.

Scarlett: Would you be if you had blood pouring down your face?

Zack: Probably not.

As medics come in to check on O.E, Lily-Rose gets her hand raised by Davis to another massive cheer from the crowd. The camera focuses on the satisfied smile of Lily-Rose before cutting elsewhere.







Maggie: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for... THE FEMME FATALE WRESTLING NO SURRENDER CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

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

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

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

Zack: And joining me on commentary for this match, former two time FFW champion and the longest reigning FFW No Surrender champion, Caroline Dallins. It’s been a while.

Caroline: It really has Zack. I’m out here tonight to watch if it’s about to be a long reign or if we’re truly about to watch the finale to the Year of Our Pike. Call it vested interest in both parties.

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, the No Surrender Championship belt hanging low as she carries it nonchalantly. 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... The DEFENDING NO SURRENDER CHAMPION Champion... 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, handing over the No Surrender Championship as she does.

Zack: We are looking at pound for pound the biggest and strongest No Surrender champion the division has ever had and I feel it will be very hard to knock Natalya off the mountain when... She is the mountain.

Caroline: I’m sure someone looked at Sophia and asked her if she was going to ‘fight that?’ and in her best Oberyn Martell impression she responded, ‘No, I’m going to kill that’.’

DING! DING! DING!

Referee Stringer is the one officiating this match as Pike looks up at Natalya with no fear, with no question, with no reservations. Natalya and Sophia began to say words to each other, and one can at least make out some of the words. Demidov in no uncertain terms states ‘this is my division’ which gets the retort of ‘I am this division’ from Pike. The two women continue staring at each other before Natalya suddenly goes for a deep kick to the head of Sophia Pike but The Queen of King County ducks behind, immediately using what speed she has to start picking at Natalya, reaching for her wrist and attempting to break it over her shoulder... But Natalya turns her right around and CHOPS her so hard across the chest that the sound echoes in the Pepsi Center and Pike looks as though she’s seen a ghost from the impact that slap across her chest caused as she gasps in pain. Demidov doesn’t let Pike rest however, reaching down and hooking her around the waist before flinging her with a monstrous German Suplex halfway across the ring!

Caroline: Well... Demidov is going to use the full breadth of her strength tonight. She’s not joking around with that suplex nor is she looking to let Pike get anywhere near one of her arms.

Zack: This is a battle of the Russian Torture Alpha versus the Space Needle. While Natalya goes for Sophia’s spine, Sophia goes for Natalya’s arm.

It already doesn’t look like an auspicious start for the number one contender as she put a hand on the small of her back as Natalya begins to walk towards her, the No Surrender champion staring at her with evil intentions in mind. She hooks the head of Pike with a front facelock before lifting her upward into a military press but Pike quickly drops behind her and catches her with a chop block! She gets Natalya down to one knee and goes for a superkick but Demidov catches her leg under her arm and shoots upward, dropping Pike down with a thrusting spinebuster that makes Sophia roll around on the mat in pain. Natalya stops this however, planting a boot on Pike’s ankle and stopping her from trying to evade Demidov further. She puts her other boot on the small of Sophia’s back before she simply walks on Sophia’s back to further cause damage onto her spine. The champion then simply walks right back onto Pike’s back and... Stands there. Near three hundred pounds of her just standing still on the Emerald City Siren’s back as Stringer asks Sophia if she wants to quit....

...

And Pike stares at her as though she’s lost her mind.

Zack: Well... That’s a unique submission if I’ve ever seen one. Every single pound, every single inch of the champion’s frame is on top of Sophia’s spine, bearing down!

Natalya seems to have enough of this and reaches down to force Sophia up, grabbing her by the wrist, but this window becomes all that Pike needs as she pulls herself into Natalya’s waiting arms. At first it seems as though Natalya is going to try for a bear hug or a torture rack but Sophia is having none of it and presses one forearm against Demidov’s face to get to the sweet spot between shoulder and neck. As Demidov tries to shove Sophia off, Pike wraps her legs around the champion’s waist and then begins going to absolute town, burying her elbow into Natalya’s left trapezius! Elbow strike after elbow strike after elbow strike as Demidov begins to try and pry her off, even straight up jabbing Sophia in the head but Pike will not have it, still burying her elbows into that muscle! Pounding away until Natalya takes off towards the turnbuckle! At the last second Sophia releases her legs around the champ’s waist and drops to the mat before getting around Natalya! The moment Demidov turns around she gets a shotgun dropkick in the chest, sending the back of her head smacking against the turnbuckle and letting Sophia quickly wrap Natalya’s left arm around the ropes and wring it into another couple of elbow strikes as Stringer begins counting, swearing she’ll disqualify Pike!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Caroline: Pike lets go at the three count and she’s pretty much going the striking route here. If she can’t overpower Natalya she’s just going to strike those arm muscles until she can pick her arm apart.

Zack: It won’t matter in the long run if Natalya keeps picking at her back until she can no longer move. That’s a lot of spinal nerve damage that the champion can cause, softening Pike up enough for the Russian Torture Alpha!

The No Surrender champion forces herself to stand up after she gets her arm free but Pike quickly grabs her left shoulder and pulls her into a double knee armbreaker, causing the bigger wrestler no end of pain as she drops to her knees, not yet going down! Pike takes aim, looking once again for that patented superkick but this time when she attempts it Natalya catches her with hooking her arms around the waist of Pike before dropping her with a belly-to-belly mat slam, crashing every pound of Sophia’s body and Natalya’s own on her back! Pike grunts in pain as Natalya quickly rolls her over and drops down on her with a seated camel clutch! Pike roars in pain as Demidov wrenches back on her but when asked if she’s going to quit she shakes her head ferociously and seems to grind her teeth, pushing through the sheer agony. She continues to get kept in the merciless camel clutch as Natalya wrenches back but still Pike refuses, causing Demidov to finally loosen her grip.

Zack: Natalya releasing the camel clutch but only to cause further pain on the challenger of her title. I’m certain that’s going to slow Sophia down!

Caroline: Yeah but Demidov had to use her right arm for most of that belly-to-belly. I think all those elbows to the trapezius is affecting her more than she wants to let on.

Natalya reaches down with her stronger arm to force Pike up before lifting her onto her shoulders as though going for a powerslam. She looks to the nearest corner before she takes off. Pike slips away at the last second, getting off of the champion’s shoulders and turning herself around a she hits a leaping neckbreaker on Natalya who has to put a leg up on the middle turnbuckle, only giving Pike an edge of snapping off the neckbreaker! Nature’s Mistake has a hand on the back of her neck as Pike kips up and mounts Demidov before unleashing a flurry of elbow strikes into the shoulder and head of the champion. One after the next with no end of stopping before coming down... Only for Natalya to grab her wrist and hook her legs upward, catching Pike in a triangle choke!

...

...

But both of Pike’s boots immediately hook the nearby ropes as she grins and gives the No Surrender champion the finger, right in her face!

Caroline: FINAL JUDGMEN-- Huh.

Zack: Pike getting out of the hold with her feet on the ropes and mocking Natalya for the trouble of it all.

The No Surrender champion responds... By the moment they both stand she suddenly double underhooks Pike’s arms, butterflying them before sending her overhead with a tiger suplex into the turnbuckle! The Queen of King County is left hanging to dry as Natalya takes off to the corner, running right back to her and looking to boot her as hard in the abdomen as possible but at the last moment Pike loosens her feet and drops! Natalya turns around into a standing dropkick into her knee, putting her down on one before Pike finally scores a superkick across the jaw of the No Surrender Champion, putting her down at least for a moment!

Zack: SUPERKICK!!

The Queen of King County looks as though she’s closing in here, and immediately arm wrenches into the mother of all hammerlocks while sitting on Demidov’s back! She threads Natalya’s left arm through her legs before latching with both hands to put essentially all her weight on the hammerlock! The champ’s free hand reaches and grips at the mat, eyes wide and huffing in misery as she grips and reaches, realizing she’s farther than anywhere near the ropes her long limbs can take her. Stringer asks the champion if she wants to quit, if she wants to give up or just tap out and end things, not helped by Sophia bellowing...

Sophia: TAP! TAP! TTTAAAAAPPPPPP! TTTAAAAPPPP!

Yet.... Natalya refuses to succumb. She shakes her head, eyes wide, red and in pain but gritting her teeth and begins to try and push herself up on her knees, even if she has to take Pike with her. She pushes up on knees and on the palm of her hand, letting out an exhale as she slowly... Slowly begins to rise more and more but Pike continues wrenching on that arm and trying to tear into it. Demidov falls back to her knees... But leans backwards to get Pike on her shoulders before she shoots upward, breaking the grip and getting Sophia on her in a fireman’s carry. Pike’s eyes go wide as Natalya takes off... and THROWS Sophia over the ropes and back first into the barricade!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Caroline: She’s going to feel that in the morning... And afternoon... And tomorrow night... And... Foreseeable future.

Zack: Natalya heading out of the ring to retrieve Sophia after throwing her but it looks like her arm is hurting her from using it to throw the Breaker of Arms.

The No Surrender Champion reaches down and hooks a hand onto the back of Pike’s neck before she rolls her into the ring. She follows after Pike, walking over on her... Watching her roll onto her stomach before she goes right back to walking on her back on more time and standing on it for a good few seconds. The Queen of King County scratches at the mat in agony, eyes lit with pain as she seethes but again seems to refuse to give Demidov the pleasure of hearing her scream in agony. The No Surrender champion seems unbothered by Pike doing her best to fight through the pain and slowly walks off her back before putting a hand on her arms and pulling her up to stand before she lifts her up! Sophia is pulled onto her shoulders into an Argentine Backbreaker Rack... But drops backwards onto her knees at the last minute. Demidov reaches to grab her but suddenly Sophia leaps into action with a flying armbar and now hangs upside down as the No Surrender champ is caught off guard, her arm being pulled out of it’s socket thanks to gravity and Sophia’s frame! Nature’s Mistake tries to pull her off but ends up falling to her knees as she tries to literally kidney punch Sophia off now!

Zack: A flying armbar here, possibly desperation on Pike’s part! I’ve never seen her do that before!

Caroline: She’s using all her body weight to hang, even swing on Natalya’s shoulder and trapezius and now that she’s on her knees it’s just a matter of time...

Natalya however isn’t here to give up the ghost so easily as she begins to twist her arm in pain, even in Sophia’s grip! Slowly but surely Natalya gets Sophia laying on her side before she uses her undamaged arm to grab one of Pike’s legs. The Emerald City Siren seems to realize a moment too late what Demidov is doing as her legs are bent and the No Surrender champion begins to force in the Inverted Cloverleaf! Pike shakes her head however, and... Suddenly grabs Stringer’s legs! The referee looks as confused as anyone else as she tries to wrench Sophia off, walking backwards... Only for Natalya to walk in toe by a step in accident and Pike to let go of Stringer and grab the ropes! That moment of triumph on Pike’s face, grinning as the champion must break the hold is paralleled by a look of disdain on Demidov’s face before she JERKS her off the ropes by the Cloverleaf, but the momentum allows Sophia to swing backwards, under Natalya’s legs and free herself! She scrambles as Demidov turns right into a jumping roundhouse across the jaw before Pike quite literally throws herself on top of Natalya for the seated fujiwara armbar!

Zack: SPACE NEEDLE! PIKE HAS THE SPACE NEEDLE LOCKED IN!

Stringer slides to Natalya and asks her if she wants to quit but Demidov is more focused with trying to push upward on Sophia laying on her back and going full bore trying to rip her arm from her shoulder and her shoulder from her socket. The No Surrender champion grinds her forehead into the mat, shaking her head as Pike continues to lay into the pressure, pulling and pulling beyond what any normal human being should take but Natalya doesn’t want to give up... Her free hand reaches out, looking for her options but they’re caught right in the center of the ring until...

...

...

...

Natalya taps.

DING! DING! DING!

Maggie: The winner of this match and NEW FFW NO SURRENDER CHAMPION... “THE EMERALD CITY SIREN”... SOPHIA PIKE!!

Caroline: She’s about to have four more nicknames to add in, Zack. Love her or hate her and I doubt she cares for either opinion you’ll have of her... The Queen of King County, Tamer of Hounds, the Siren of the Puget Sound, look whatever you wanna call her... She’s now champion.

Zack: The Age of Pike is upon us... What that means for the No Surrender division, I have no idea.

Pike is quickly handed the titanium championship by Stringer and amidst the many boos from the crowd, Pike scans through the front row and reaches to one of the fewer fans in open support of her, grabbing their sign that reads ‘SOPHIA WINS LOL’ and holding it up for the camera before tossing the sign back and patting her metal title fondly as Natalya stares daggers at her, hugging her shoulder.

We head elsewhere.


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The Outgoing COO

The show returns to the back with Robby Reynolds standing by with Cody Kincaid, now dressed in a full referee’s uniform.

Robby: Earlier tonight, Mr. Kincaid, you told us that you wanted to referee the FFW Championship match tonight as one of the career bucket lists things you always wanted to do. Why didn’t you do this before tonight?

Cody: Honestly, Robby, it’s because I knew what kind of a stink it’d probably raise. I figured depending on who it was, I’d hear some kind of favoritism or bias or something of that nature. But with this being my last night, there was no better time. I asked the three people whose opinion on it matters most: Jo, Leona, and Samantha. They all agreed. And I promised them just like I did everyone in the arena, I’ll be as impartial as possible as part of my last official act as the COO of FFW.

Robby nods as he hears that.

Robby: Have you heard anything new on what took place with Angelina Fantastica?

Cody: Not a whole lot. I did go speak with her, she’s in a lot of pain. But she was able to confirm it was Ascension involved. While she’s in no condition to do anything about it right now, I did make sure that at Global Wars, she’ll face them both in a tag team match.

Robby: That seems fair, but who is her partner going to be?

Cody: That’s entirely up to her. I told her she could pick anyone she wanted who was willing to team with her. So while she rehabs over the next few weeks, she has a choice to make. And I doubt she’ll have a shortage of people willing to work alongside her in the tag match come Global Wars.

Robby: In your official capacity as COO, are there any other decisions you’ve made before your time with FFW comes to a close?

Cody: Yes, there is. I’m glad you asked. After her…..retention earlier tonight, I’ve already decided who I think is next in line to challenge Scarlett Silver for the Fast Track Championship. Obviously, Kelly is the #1 contender right now and will get her shot guaranteed. But I also think Cereza is owed an opportunity as well. She’s the only loss on Scarlett’s record in recent months that she hasn’t avenged. So Kelly is a guaranteed shot, and Cereza will get one as well.

Robby: Anything else?

Cody: I’ve also named Valerie Lamb officially as the #1 contender to the Evolution Championship held by Steph Stefano. Despite the attack that was perpetrated at Velocity, she has done more than enough to warrant an opportunity after she picked up wins over Leona Vega and Rhea Laskaris. And she’ll get that shot at Global Wars.

Robby: Lastly, what about Eileen?

Cody: Robby, this is my last night having any power at all. And the situation with Eileen and what she brought up tonight….there’s nothing I can do for or against her. If I had more time, I’d try to help her sort through some of the things that have troubled her. But I don’t, though she is always welcome to call and talk if she needs or wants to. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few last minute things to do before the main event. You’re a great reporter, Robby.

Cody gives Reynolds a pat on the shoulder before he heads off camera. From there, we got a video package for Andi Takata’s match with Nevaeh Summers.






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

Zack: It’s time for the war of words between these two women to come to an end once and for all in what has to be one of the biggest challenges of Andi Takata’s singles career.

Mai: Yeah, if you don’t count her fluking by Isis a while back. Nevaeh has done almost everything there is to do, what’s Andi done compared to that?

[CUE THE SOUNDCHIP! An 8-bit version of the song from the Goonies start playing as the main lights dim down in the arena, with small star spotlights in a variety of colors flying around the crowd. 8-bit stars fill the videoboards, right up until the words start and Andi Takata comes sprinting out of the back to hit her mark. ]

# GOOD -GOOD- GOOD

[Andi hops into place, already in her Magical Girl pose, with blue and white sparkling pyro popping behind her, and the videoboards all exploding into pixellated color madness! The bassline kicks in and Andi dances for a moment before she starts to head for the ring, taking her time to enjoy her 'Starlights'!]

#Here we are, Hanging onto strains of greed and blues
#Break the chain then we break down
#Oh it's not real, if you don't feel it
#Unspoken expectations
#Ideals we used to play with
#Finally taking shape for us.


[By this time, Andi has reached the ringside fans, and cues them up for the dance party!]

#What's good enough (good enough)
#For you is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me it's good enough (good enough)
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!


[And when Pacman whirrs down, Andi punches the air above her and makes her way back around the ring to get to the rest of her Starlights, before heading up the steps and into the ring....]

#goodgoodgoodgoodgood...

#Now you'll say You're startin' to feel the push.... and pull
#Of what could be and never can
#You mirror me... stumblin' through those
#Old fashioned superstitions
#I find too hard to breaaaak
#Maybe you're out of place whaaaat's


[The song builds up again, and Andi, after running the ropes by this point, stops in the middle, to rally EVERYONE up to join her in a big ol' Caramelldanse! And most do!]

#Good enough (good enough)
#For you is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me It's good enough (good enough)
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!


[Andi runs up the turnbuckles for one last go! Keep dancing everyone!]

#Good enough (good enough)
#For you Is
#Good enough (good enough)
#For me.. It's good, it's good enough
#It's good enough for me
#Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!!


[Andi finally hops down as the song fades away....]

Maggie: Introducing first, standing 5’5” tall and weighing in at 125lbs… “LUCKY STAR” ANDI TAKATA!!!

Zack: You asked what Andi has done? Well let’s see, she’s half of a team who is the first to have held both of FFW’s tag titles. She’s the reigning co-holder of the Unity Championship. And she and her partner went into the Hall of Fame earlier this year.

Mai: ………..That was supposed to be rhetorical, Zack.

As “City on Lockdown” by Yellow Claw Ft. Lil Debbie (FFW Edit)  plays a large cloud of mist begins to spray up from the stage. It's a thick cloud that keeps building up on the stage as we also see the arena lights blinking in sync with the beat of the music. The lights don't stop blinking till we start hearing the first lyrics of the song

“Roof is blazing for me
Let that Motherucker Burn now...”


It's then that we see Nevaeh Summers eventually make her way through the mist with her arms spread out wide. Nevaeh is wearing black sunglasses as well as a Poisoned by Ivy military jacket with platinum trim. As we keep looking at Nevaeh we also spot her wearing platinum colored leather pants running down her leg. The side of each leg is laced up with black fabric, showing of her skin. On her feet we see black furry boots and kickpads. On the front of each kickpad appears her logo as there is a globe and a “NS” in the center of it while “World's' scrolls on the top and “Finest” scrolls on the bottom as she waltzes onto the stage.

Her manager Silas Mason is right behind her wearing his customary black suit, but a platinum tie to go along with what Nevaeh is wearing. He makes his way to the center of the stage while Nevaeh looked around the building with a smug expression.

Nevaeh makes her way to the center of the stage as now her logo appears right under her feet. She stands with her back to the ring as Silas stands by her side. Nevaeh begins shaking one arm slowly than the other. She rolls her neck slowly as Silas starts talking to her, but to where we can't hear a word shared between them. She begins nodding her head, getting more animated as the beat of the music picks up. She hears the lyrics...

“Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-
Bitch I'm on fire, we bout to burn the fucking club down”


When Nevaeh hears it she suddenly snaps around, arm stretched out wide, her head tilted up as she looks up at the ceiling. As she strikes this pose three large white flames shoot up on each side of her on the stage The flames reach high into the air, till they turn into smaller flames bursting out of the stage out of the stage every other second.

With flames bursting around her we still see Nevaeh in her pose, her head tilted up towards the ceiling of the large stadium. The camera began running up towards where she and Silas stood till they were up close. Nevaeh now lowered her head back down and looked towards the ring and began walking down the ramp.

Maggie: Making her way to the ring at this time, accompanied by Silas Mason, she resides in Los Angeles, California and weighs in tonight at 120 pounds. She is “The World's Finest” Nevaeh Summers

As they make their way down the ramp we switch to an overhead view of Nevaeh and Silas walking down the ramp with the logo following along under them, the globe actually spinning as they do.

Nevaeh reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops, stretching her arms out to the side. Silas now goes about removing her jacket for her as we see Nevaeh is wearing a leather Platinum and black strapped top. Nevaeh is also wearing platinum colored fingerless gauntlets.

Nevaeh stands there for a few moments before slowly removing the sunglasses and tossing them off to the side. She then quickly runs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and gets back to her feet. Nevaeh then approaches the middle of the ropes facing the hard camera and climbs up them, hooking a leg over the top rope and straddling it as Silas makes his way into the background.. She now sits there and looks out to the capacity crowd. She eventually lowers her head and after a moment snaps her head back and her arms out. Multiple spotlights soon shift down onto her, basking her in the light as Silas stands resolute behind her.

Nevaeh keeps striking the pose till she sees fit. Once she has she gets off the ropes and makes to the opposite side of the ring where she puts one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle. She bounces on them while looking out to the crowd and stretches her arms out yet again.

She then waves her arms wildly at the crowd before heading to a corner. Silas gets on the ring apron and begins whispering to her as Nevaeh rolls her shoulders.

Mai: Do you know what the bright spot of Nevaeh winning this will be? I mean other than her winning? It’ll be that Silas gets a rightful interview to replace Cody as COO.

Zack: Yeah, that’ll definitely keep a few people awake at night around here. I personally don’t want----OH, ANDI’S NOT WAITING!

Before Angela Keanan can call for the bell, Andi Takata has already started to charge across the ring, leaving her feet as she approached Nevaeh only for the blonde to dart out of the way. Which was something Andi almost seemed to have counted on her doing as she struck Silas with a perfectly executed high knee to his chest causing him to fall backwards off the apron, landing on his ass on the floor. Andi landed on her feet only for Nevaeh to strike quickly scooping up her opponent, dropping her backwards onto her head and shoulders with a side suplex that she quickly transitioned into a pinning combination.

One…

Two…

Mai: She’s attacking our next CEO?!! Pin her, Nevaeh!!

Andi kicked out the moment Keanans hand hit the mat for the second time and Summers came straight to her feet, driving her boot repeatedly into Andi’s ribs as the Space Princess got to her knees. The Space Princess continued to rise and as she got her feet underneath her Nevaeh went low, lifting her upwards and dropped her face first into the top turnbuckle behind her. Andi held her head as she bounced backwards, straight into her opponent’s waiting arms; The World’s Finest trapping her arm, taking a handful of hair and jerking her downwards with a vicious side Russian legsweep. Immediately the former FFW Champion rolled backwards and came back up to her feet as Takata started to rise. Summers waited till her masked foe was fully vertical before she launched herself forward and into a dropkick that sent the Burning Star Express member stumbling backwards into the corner as she was caught square on the jaw. Nevaeh quickly came to one knee but didn’t bother asking the crowd for their opinion of the dropkick, her face taking on a look of determination as she flung herself forward into three consecutive shoulder thrusts into her foe’s middle.

Zack: I’ve never seen the crowd support Nevaeh in much of anything, and I’m certain it’s not going to start tonight.

Mai: She doesn’t need their support for anything, Zack. She’s done everything practically one woman can do in FFW without them.

Keanan began to use the count to force Nevaeh to back up and allow Andi out of the corner only to see the American wrestler deliver a fourth shoulder thrust into her opponent’s gut. Finally Summers stood up straight, took Andi by the wrist and stepped into her, bringing a high knee into her midriff as she went shoulder to shoulder with her before using every ounce of strength that she had - including letting out a grunt of effort - to fire the Space Princess across the ring into the opposite corner. Takata hit the turnbuckles hard; her back arching away from them as she stepped forward and straight into a hip toss from Summers who followed it up with a knee drop into her foe before she made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

One…

Two…

...T

Mai: Nevaeh is going for cover after cover quickly here, she must want to see Silas get that interview as much as anyone! She’s such a trooper!

Again the Lucky Star kicked out of the pinfall and was pulled upright and straight into an Irish whip into the corner. The former FFW Champion followed in behind her, stepping up the ropes to the top and fired off an enzugiri kick to the back of her head that got nothing but air as Andi ducked out of the way. The Georgia Peach landed on her feet, facing her opponent and Andi instantly took advantage of the opening with a palm strike to Nevaeh’s jaw. Summers took a half step backwards and Andi went straight after her, peppering her jaw with stiff forearm shots landing four and knocking her opponent backwards further before Takata spun around and caught her with a discus elbow that knocked her back to the mat. Andi kept her back to Summers; the blonde beginning to rise and the Space Princess leapt forward onto the middle rope, springing away from the turnbuckle and into a flying crossbody block that took Nevaeh down to the canvas and into the pinning combination.

One…

Tw-

Zack: Nevaeh’s not the only one who can go for fast covers! Andi’s finally getting out of the blocks in a big way right here.

Nevaeh kicked out of the pinning combination and started to rise to her feet only for Andi to start to unload on her with a series of stiff kicks to her body. As Summers got to her feet, Andi whipped her into the nearest corner and followed in close behind her with a yakuza kick to her chest that saw the blonde stagger forward as Andi came to her feet and shot across the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back to floor her opponent with a roaring forearm strike to the jaw. Takata kept the pace high as she continued to the ropes and used them to springboard backwards into a rising Summers with a moonsault that took her straight back to the canvas. The World’s Finest rolled away before Andi could make the cover and started to pull herself upwards only for Andi to take to the air once more with the aid of the ring rope as she delivered a knee to the side of the blonde’s head. As the Atlanta native’s legs turned to spaghetti underneath her, Andi jerked her downwards into a small package pinfall.

One…

Two

Zack: Another near fall for the Lucky Star! Andi’s giving Nevaeh all she wants here, and Summers hasn’t managed to stop her.

Again Nevaeh kicked out and tried to come to her feet quicker this time only to find Takata waiting for her; the Space Princess firing off a roundhouse kick to the side of her head. Summers head snapped to the side and Takata quickly ghosted behind her opponent, locking in a rear waistlock that she used to deliver a German suplex. The alien kept the hold applied as she rolled, pulling the former FFW Champion upwards with her. Rather than deliver another German suplex she jerked to the side and into a rolling death cradle, building momentum as she rolled her around the ring, coming to a halt dead centre for another pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mai: I was starting to get dizzy watching all that rolling around. Reminded me of two brothers I picked up for the night at a bar mitzvah.

The Georgia Peach clapped her legs together around Andi’s head to break the cover as she rolled onto her knees with a look of frustration on her face. She continued up to her feet; Takata breezing past her to springboard off the ropes again and onto Summer’s shoulders, snapping off a headscissors takedown that sent the blonde across the ring. The World’s Finest hit the mat hard and continued to roll, leaving the ring under the bottom rope to land on her feet on the outside and slam her fists into the apron in frustrations. Keanan ordered the BSX member to a neutral corner, looking to begin the ten count on the World’s Finest as she was joined by her manager who angrily barked at the referee to knock that count out bullshit off, holding his jaw for a moment before he turned to his client, speaking to her in hushed tones yet with a sense of urgency as she looked down at the floor, nodding her head. Despite Silas’ insistence to the contrary, Keanan was counting the former FFW Champion, her count reaching five as the Texan continued to strategize with Summers. The official counted six and got an angry glare from Silas as he again told her to knock it off and that she’d be on thin ice when he was the COO. So focused was he on the referee that he didn’t notice Andi Takata charge across the ring and launch herself over the top rope and into a corkscrew plancha until she landed right on top of him, taking both him and the World’s Finest to the floor.

Mai: Why is she attacking poor Silas?! All he’s done is be a gentleman since the bell rang! Andi’s a menace!

Zack: Are you kidding me? He’s had this coming a long time, and isn’t even collecting a quarter of what he deserves.

As they landed, Angela Keanan half stepped through the ropes and out onto the apron, looking down on the trio and seeing movement from Andi and Summers … and Silas… before she returned to the ring and began to count once more. Andi was first to her feet, pulling her opponent the rest of the way to her feet and rolled her back into the ring, following in behind her. The Unity Champion kipped up to her feet as Summers was also pushing to her feet and took off across the ring, catching her foe with the flying Andi butt butt move.
Zack: Takata’s showing Nevaeh where she’s always thought her head was at right there!

Summers fell into the ropes and Andi launched herself towards the blonde once more, sending her flying back towards the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Nevaeh held her back as she rose and Andi came towards her quickly as an infuriated Silas started to climb up onto the apron, gaining the referee’s attention as he berated her. Takata left her feet attempting to deliver a jumping DDT only for the blonde to push her off. The Space Princess landed on her feet and The World’s Finest delivered a kick straight between her foe’s legs causing the masked wrestler to fold up and fall to her knees while Silas was still making his feelings known to the referee.

Mai: Alien or not, a kick in the ovaries will put you on your knees every time. Luckily, Andi won’t need her reproductive system….because well….look at her!

Zack: And that right there is why Silas catches everything he does. And deserves even more, because we’d have had a disqualification right there.

Nevaeh took a moment to catch her breath before she yanked Andi backwards by the hair, bouncing the back of her skull off the canvas. Silas dropped down off the apron, looking at the referee with disgust as she threatened to eject him from the ringside area. Takata tried to get her feet underneath her once more, getting to her knees only to be yanked upwards by her foe straight into a snapmare takedown before she drove her knee into the back of her head as Andi sat on the mat. Takata held the point of impact and slowly began to push upright as Summers dropped back to the ropes, bouncing off them and as her opponent got to her knees the blonde caught her with a running knee to the jaw. The Space Princess popped up to her feet, staggered backwards only to get caught and sent to the canvas with a snap suplex. Immediately the self proclaimed World’s Finest transitioned into a front facelock, locking it in tightly.

Zack: Nevaeh’s making use of the old adage about where the head goes, the body will follow here with that facelock.

Mai: Anytime someone offers to cover Andi’s face, you’ll hear no complaints out of me.

Andi started to push her way back to her feet, Summers keeping the hold applied as they got to their feet before she brought her knees upwards and into the high flying wrestlers body. She landed six blows to the chest before finally letting go of the facelock only to cinch in a side headlock instead keeping her head held tightly as she took three quick steps forward and slammed her down with a bulldog. As they landed, Nevaeh moved her body around and applied a side chinlock, grinding it on tight as she told the referee constantly that Andi wanted to quit. Keanan checked with Takata who refused to submit, the World’s Finest continuing with her assertion as she turned the masked wrestlers face to the mat and started to grind her features against it. Still Andi refused to submit, causing Nevaeh to release the hold, rolling away to her feet and delivered a leg drop across the back of Takata’s neck as the Space Princess got to all fours. Takata hit the canvas and was rolled over before her leg was hooked for the cover.

Zack: Nice guillotine leg drop from the former FFW Champion, and there’s the cover!

One…

Two…

...T

Mai: Nevaeh’s trying to take pity on her, and give her a chance to leave quickly. But Andi’s too stupid to recognize it.

Andi kicked out and the official showed the former FFW Champion the two count, the blonde staring at her as she rose to her feet, bringing her foe up with her and drove a knee into her gut once more. The Unity Champion doubled over and Summers attempted to fire her across the ring into the ropes only for Andi to reverse the move, leapfrogging over Nevaeh as she returned, sprinting forward as she returned and came back towards the blonde. As the Space Princess left her feet for a flying forearm; leaping forward straight into a running calf kick to the face. The masked warrior rolled onto her back, holding her nose and kicking her feet against the canvas following the shot and Nevaeh advanced on her, pulling Andi back up to her feet by her hair and walked her towards the nearest corner, slamming her head into the turnbuckle three times before she pulled her away at the behest of the referee, sending her across the ring before slamming her back first into the ring mat with a spinebuster on her return. Once more Summers rolled over and hooked the leg as she attempted to put the match to bed.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Mai: I don’t know if alien spine is in their back, but a spinebuster hurts delusional girls from Japan just the same. Still not a three though.

Andi kicks out again and Summers shook her head as the referee showed her the two count; the blonde jerking her upright and Irish whipped her across the ring into the corner. Takata hit the corner hard and slumped slightly, arms over the top rope to keep her upright. Summers charged in, bringing her boot upwards to wash the face of the Space Princess with the running big boot. The former FFW Champion reeled away as her opponent dropped down to a sitting position in the corner and Summers started to build up speed as she turned and charged towards Andi again, delivering a running knee into her face that forced Takata’s head back against the middle turnbuckle pad; Nevaeh kept her knee against her face, grinding it back and forth across her opponent’s nose as her skull was trapped between the Blonde’s knee and the middle turnbuckle. Silas seemed to be smiling and urged Nevaeh on as Keanan started the five count. Summers backed up at four, holding her hands up for a moment before she grabbed hold of the top rope and started to deliver vicious stomps into Andi’s stomach as she was sat in the corner. Again Keanan started the five count, getting to four before Summers stepped back, bending down to grab her foe by the foot and yanked her out of the corner. The World’s Finest measured her up and delivered an elbow drop into her stomach and made the cover.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Zack: Not even hooking the leg, she’s not going to get Andi like that. It takes more to keep Takata down than a lateral press.

Keanan waved off the count as Andi kicked out a leg, resting her ankle over the bottom rope. Nevaeh stared at it as the referee pointed it out and took up the mount position, kneeling over Andi and began to fire forearms into her face. Keanan was again forced to use the five count, reaching four before the American rolled away and came to her feet, pulling Andi upwards and sending her in for the ride. As Takata came back off the ropes, Nevaeh caught and attempted to drive her downwards into her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but instead found herself on the end of a DDT as Andi hooked her head and countered the move. Summers rolled away and began to push up to her feet as Andi likewise began to rise. Nevaeh beat the Space Princess to her feet and advanced on her, driving a front kick into her stomach as Takata made it to her feet and the blonde pulled her foe into a standing headscissors. Summers took a moment before she lifted her foe upwards onto her shoulders in a powerbomb position and started to move towards the corner, starting to pick up speed for a running powerbomb into the corner but Andi had other ideas as she began to drive fists into the top of her opponent’s head before she threw herself forward over the top of the Georgia Peach as she rolled her up with a sunset flip.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Mai: Did she really think she was going to catch Nevaeh freakin’ Summers with a sunset flip?! I mean, really?!

Summers kicked out and rolled away before coming to her feet as Andi made it to one knee. Nev turned to face the Space Princess who exploded up from one knee and left her feet, driving a stiff knee up into her jaw. Summers staggered backwards, falling to one knee before she pushed back upright and this time received a back flip kick to the jaw. Andi landed on her feet and sprinted forward, ducking a wild clothesline attempt before as she ran to the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope and sprung backwards, catching Summers with a perfect disaster kick as she turned. Nevaeh’s knees started to buckle, staggering around as she refused to go down; Andi hitting the ropes once more and this time when she came back she left her feet and this time spiked Nevaeh’s head into the canvas with a Tornado DDT. Andi stayed laid on her back for a moment taking a couple of deep breaths before she forced herself onto her knees, rolling Nevaeh over and made the cover on her.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Zack: Nevaeh got planted right on her roots with that tornado DDT. But much like her opponent, it takes a lot to keep her down for three.

Nevaeh rolled her shoulder, forcing Takata to roll away, Keanan showing the two count to everyone involved. The two wrestlers began to rise simultaneously only for the Space Princess beating Summers to her feet by a hair; Andi instantly skipping forward and delivered a superkick, Summers getting her hands up in front of her jaw only for the alien’s foot to just about pierce the defence and find it’s target. The blonde fell backwards into the ring ropes, bouncing off them and taking a step forward before she flopped down on her front. The Hall of Fame wrestler backed across the ring as Summers immediately tried to push herself onto all fours only to slump back down. Keanan moved in to check on the World’s Finest who started to push upwards once more, using the referee for support. Andi waved her upwards, calling for the Shining Star shining wizard as her foe pulled herself up onto one knee but as she charged forward, Takata found her foot jerked out from underneath her causing her to faceplant on the canvas.

Mai: Okay, that was funny. I always thought Andi’s face looked like the moon, and now Nevaeh gave her a crater for it!

Zack: You know Silas is on pins and needles watching this, because he really wants to interview for the COO job. And he hung his hopes on Nevaeh to get it.

The Space Princess looked over her shoulder to find Silas trying to look as innocent as possible while a small smirk crossed his face. Andi seemed to growl in response as she rose to her feet again, turning her attention back to Summers who launched herself forward like a missile and caught the rising Andi with a clothesline from Hell, flipping the high flying wrestler upside down before she crashed to the mat while Nevaeh landed on her knees breathing deeply. Andi held her the back of her head in pain as she sat up, Summers catching the glare from her manager as she looked up and immediately turned around, grabbing the tag team wrestler by her hair and started to bounce the back of her head off the ring mat like she was dribbling a basketball. Keanan used the five count to break it up and Nevaeh pushed slowly up to her feet, stalking Andi as she rose and turned to face the World’s Finest who left her feet and delivered a standing dropkick to her opponent that knocked her down to the mat. Summers rolled to one knee, still breathing deeply and stretched out her arms asking the crowd “How good was that?” The crowd booed in response and Nevaeh grabbed hold of Andi’s legs before she rose to her feet, moving Andi into position before she fell backwards, catapulting Takata throat first into the bottom rope. The Space Princess immediately grabbed for her throat and chest, body spasming as she tried to suck in air.

Mai: If she’s from outer space, she should be used to not having enough air. She’s a nutjob anyway, and I enjoy watching her choke.

Zack: No one else in the Pepsi Center shares your sentiment at all. Andi’s trying to get her wind and breath back at the same time right here.

Slowly Nev pushed back to a vertical base once more, waving the BSX member to her feet as she pulled herself upwards with the ring ropes. As soon as Andi stood up, Summers charged at her, leaving her feet to drive a spinning heel kick into the face of the masked woman; Summers went over the top rope and landed on her feet on the apron as Andi dropped to one knee. On the apron, Nevaeh waited for Takata to begin to rise before the American completed the Finest Experience by springboarding off the top rope and delivered a diving elbow drop into Andi, knocking her back down to the canvas. Nevaeh followed it up by pulling Takata upwards and dragging her towards the middle of the ring where she slammed her face first into the mat with a sitout facebuster slam. The blonde rolled her foe over to her back and made the cover, hooking the leg.

Mai: YES! SILAS, I WANT TO BE YOUR UNDERSECRETARY!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: There hasn’t been a closer fall than that the whole match! Silas was already getting his resume ready, but not just yet, Foghorn!

At the last possible moment, Andi’s shoulder came up from the canvas; Angela Keanan waving off the three count. At ringside Silas gave the referee a death glare, shouting expletives at her as she showed the two count to all concerned while Nevaeh’s eyes went wide as she sat up, staring at the referee’s fingers in front of her. She shook her head in disbelief; asking the referee if she was sure. When Angela Keanan confirmed the count again Summers told that she couldn’t be serious, that she must have got the three count and again got the two count confirmed to her. The World’s Finest shaking her head once more in disbelief and dove back on top of Andi making the pin again and this time hooked both legs.

One…

Two…

...THRE--

Zack: I’ve never seen a point in wrestling history where arguing with the referee got them to change their decision. All it does is give your opponent a chance to recuperate.

Takata’s shoulder came up once more and Summers slammed the palms of both hands into the canvas repeatedly as she saw the two count from the official once more. The blonde rolled away to the corner, taking a couple of deep breaths as she collected herself before rising to a vertical base as Andi rolled to her front and started to push upwards. Takata made it to her hands and knees before Summers wrapped her arms around her waist and very slowly began to deadlift her, bringing her upwards and sending her down to the mat with a German suplex. Summers took a moment before she rolled through and began to get her feet underneath as she once more hauled Andi up with her, taking another moment to recuperate before she lifting the Space Princess upwards into a wheelbarrow facebuster. As she was lifted up, Takata curled herself up and countered the wheelbarrow facebuster into a pinning combination on Summers.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Mai: Thank goodness! We almost lost a man of great credibility and foresight applying for the COO position right there!

Summers kicked out of the pin and rolled away, coming quickly to her feet only to faceplant to the mat yet again as Andi caught her with a drop toehold and pushed up to her feet. As Takata got there, Nevaeh was already advancing on her and got caught with a dropkick to her stomach. As the blonde stepped backwards, Takata grabbed her head and took her opponent back down to the mat with a jawbreaker. Andi forced herself back upright and moved quickly towards her rising opponent going low as she grabbed hold of both of her legs and jerked them out from underneath her. Summers hit the mat hard as the Space Princess kept hold of her legs, stepping through them and turning her over before she sat down low with a sharpshooter. Nevaeh grimaced in pain as Takata sat down lower on her back pulling on her legs and Keanan asked the former FFW Champion if she wanted to quit, getting a ‘no’. Andi leaned back a little bit, pulling more on her opponent’s leg and increasing the pressure on her lower back in the hold that caused Summers to let out a little cry of pain and pull at her hair but still refused to quit when the referee asked.

Zack: I don’t recall the last time I saw Andi use a sharpshooter, but the fact is she’s got it well applied! Nevaeh’s in a bad way right now.

Mai: You should join me in supporting Nevaeh, Zack. The future of FFW could be in Silas’ hands if we do.

Zack: That’s precisely why I’m not.

Andi showed no signs of letting go of the hold as her foe refused to submit, keeping it locked in tight as Nevaeh looked for an escape route, finally resorting to pushing herself up on the palms of her hands and slowly dragging them both forward across the mat towards the ropes, letting out a cry of pain as she did so but still she pulled them towards the ropes. Finally Nevaeh lunged forward and grabbed the bottom rope. Keanan called for the rope break and started the five count prompting Andi to let go and move away at three. Summers lay on the mat, bottom rope still gripped in one hand as her other went to the small of her back in pain before she slowly started to pull herself upright with the aid of the ropes. Takata watched her, letting her get to one knee before she came forward and delivered a rapid fire flurry of three stiff kicks into her body before the Hall of Fame jerked the blonde away from the ring ropes, set her up and delivered a picture perfect Tiger suplex. She cast an eye over towards Silas, checking on his position as she moved around the ring, shouting out to the crowd ‘SHINING STAR!!!’ and getting a loud cheer from them before she turned back to Summers, waving her upwards and when she got to one knee, Andi flashed forward and caught her with a perfect shining wizard to the side of the head. Summers fell to her back on the mat and the high flying Space Princess moved quickly to the ropes, springboarding off the middle one and into a picture perfect, textbook example of THE Shooting Star Press landing square across the midsection of the World’s Finest. The BSX member reached down and hooked both legs as she made the cover.

…Crowd: ONE!!!

…Crowd: TWO!!!

…Crowd: THREE!!!!!

Mai: Keep counting, you idiots! It doesn’t mean a thing!!







Zack: For the love of…. Would somebody knock him out, please?!

No count came from the referee, though, as Silas Mason had climbed up onto the ring apron and gotten himself into a heated debate with Angela Keanan. Andi slapped her hand on the mat three times as she made the count herself before she looked around to see what was happening, looking around. She slowly pushed herself up to her feet with a dark look on her face, muttering to herself as she moved around the ring before breaking into a sprint that turned into a Yakuza kick aimed directly at the side of the jaw of Silas Mason; the manager jerking backwards at the last moment, losing his footing causing him to fall to the floor, catching his jaw on the ring apron before he collapsed to the side. Andi looked down at him from over the top rope as a ringside EMT moved forward to check on Silas. The Unity Champion turned her back on the man, her focus returning to the ring only to find Summers back on her feet and charging at her, burying a running boot into her midsection causing Andi to drop to a knee.

Mai: That was tremendous, but Nevaeh has to stay right on top of her. You can’t give this geek a chance to catch her breath.

Before the BSX member could recover Nevaeh looked to double underhook her foe’s arms to set up for the Grand Finale but Andi struggled against it and finally managed to shove Summers away from her. Nevaeh regained her balance quickly and looked to throw a kick; Takata avoiding it by spinning away and as quick as a flash hooked the blonde’s head and an instant later delivered a Space Crusher with such ferocity that the World’s Finest spun off to the side, through a full 540 degrees and landed on her back. Takata scrambled and dove into the cover, hooking Summers legs as she did so and Keanan slid into position.

Zack: SPACE CRUSHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Mai: Baby, no!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!

Keanan called for the bell as Andi Takata rolled away, holding her stomach and Summers rolled away holding her head as Silas Mason sat up on the outside holding his jaw.

Mai: This is a travesty! Highway robbery! Miscarriage of justice! Every other tired analogy, this is it!

Maggie: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall… “LUCKY STAR” ANDI TAKATA!!!

Zack: Andi Takata picks up a massive win here tonight at Sin & Sacrifice! Well deserved too! The Lucky Star shined brighter than The World’s Finest! And Silas Mason may have an aneurysm!

Slowly Andi came to her feet, still holding her midsection with a slight grimace of pain and Angela Keanan raised her hand in the air. The crowd cheered loudly for the Space Princess and she staggered away, heading towards the corner as she started her celebration. The camera cut to Nevaeh as she finally reached the apron still laid on the apron, Silas back on his feet and looking very upset as he scowled at her before the show cut elsewhere.







The fans in the arena see what’s coming up next, causing a buzz throughout the crowd before the cameras head to ringside with Maggie.

Maggie: The following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is for the FFW CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Zack: Here we go, the richest prize in women’s wrestling on the line! Two women who have countless sums of respect for one another too. Plus as something of a last request, that man right there will be the referee for tonight!

The crowd gives Cody quite the pop as he heads down to the ring in a referee’s attire. He steps through the ropes, and waits in the corner.

Mai: I think he should have asked for a few hundred million as his last request. Instead he wants to be a zebra?!

The thumping war drums and the mysterious flute of "Aztec Temple" hit the sound system. The crowd comes alive as the Aztec Warrior Leona Vega comes through the main gate, looking over the cheering crowd, soaking it in for a bit. She points at two random spots into the audience before letting out a loud roar, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system. She then slowly makes her way down the entrance ramp, sharing a high-five with the fans in attendance with their arms out for her.

Maggie: Introducing first, from Monterrey, Mexico... LEONA VEGA!

She then stops a couple of steps before the ring, backtracking a little bit and then sprinting towards it, hopping onto the ring apron, and then immediately vaulting over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring. Soaking in the crowd's cheers, she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, staring into the crowd with a big smile, raising her arms, with her fists closed, saying a quick prayer to herself before slapping the top turnbuckle and jumping back down into the ring, cracking her joints in the sequence.

Zack: It was last year at Global Wars that Leona Vega got her first shot at becoming FFW Champion when she came up short to Nevaeh Summers. But tonight, she won’t need eyes in the back of her head. She has an opponent she likes and trusts, and she’s had no better opportunity than the one she does right now.

Mai: Someone she likes and trusts? What’s so great about that? Backstabbing and deceit are the best things about the wrestling business, Zack. Well that and the booze and the sex, but still! Who brought you up?

The arena darkens, with only strobe lights which pulse gently giving any kind of light to the arena. Lights on the ramp pulse in pink and white, while in the middle of the ring, spotlights form the Irish Tricolour, all of this while dry ice is coming up from the stage and ramp, generating a buzz from the crowd. It’s then that the dark, sweeping entrance of Ronan Hardiman’s “Warriors” comes in, and a spotlight focuses on the stage, to which Jo McFarlane comes out from behind the curtain, to the cheers of the fans, her title belt handing over her shoulder.

Maggie: And her opponent, hailing from Edinburgh Scotland, by way of Derry, Northern Ireland, weighing one-hundred-and-twenty-seven-pounds, she is the reigning & defending FFW Champion, “The Living Firework” JOOOOO MCAFAAAAARLANE!

With the announcement out of the way, and the song underway, the redhead starts her way down the ramp, high fiving the fans as she heads down. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, she then turns to go around the ring, and carries on with the fans until she has gone full circle. Then, standing at the steps, she reaches across herself and removes her dress while being sure to not drop the belt, handing it to an attendant. As the music picks up pace, she moves quickly towards and up them, her shoes clacking off of the steps, and she spins around, using the ropes until she gets to dead centre between them. From there, she bounces over the rope and lands on her feet, taking off towards her corner and vaulting herself onto the middle turnbuckle, posing briefly for the fans with her title in the air. She then hops down, waiting for what may come next while the music dies down.

Zack: I remember it like it was yesterday when Jo McFarlane made history on the biggest stage FFW has to offer to become the FFW Champion! And in her first defense, she’s likely feeling all the butterflies mixed with an extreme sense of confidence in herself.

Mai: Trust me when I tell you. If she isn’t confident in herself….if she comes into this with even a smidgen of doubt...smidgen is a stupid word, by the way….then her first defense will be her last one.

Cody checked both women, and took the FFW Championship from Jo. He held it over his head and handed it off to Maggie before she left. Jo and Leona met in the center of the ring, and shook hands before sharing a hug as Cody called for the bell. As soon as it sounded, Leona surprised Jo with a belly to belly suplex out of the hug to the mat. She pressed her down to the canvas before kicking her feet into the air to drill her with knees to the body. The challenger pulled her back to her feet, and fired her across to the corner. Vega stayed right behind Jo as she crashed chest first into the canvas, only for Leona to use an inverted monkey flip to send her face down on the mat. Before the champion could respond, Leona applied a seated side headlock before grinding her arm against Jo’s head.

Zack: They may be friends, but that got put aside quickly when the bell rang. Leona caught Jo off guard, and and has the FFW Champion on the canvas already.

Mai: I just want them both to lose their tempers, and start using low blows and maybe a couple chairs too.

With Vega grinding in the headlock, Jo tried to push her hands off without much success. Leona’s grip was too tight, so the redhead started to push back to her feet. Vega kept the hold applied though, only for Jo to shoot her off towards the ropes. McFarlane lowered her head as Leona rolled over her back to her feet. When Jo stood up, Leona grabbed that side headlock again and snapped her down to the mat with a headlock takeover right back to the same as they were just a moment ago. Jo punched the mat in irritation as Leona continued to grind the headlock the best she could. J

Mai: Someone should tell Nose Job there that she isn’t going to in the FFW Championship with a side headlock, Zack.

Zack: She’s not trying to win the title with that hold, it’s about wearing Jo down. She’s trying to take all the energy she can out of the champion in the early moments, which is very smart.

Once again, the champion started to get back to her feet with Leona keeping the side headlock applied. Instead of shooting her off in the ropes this time though, Jo scooped Leona up with her hands and dropped her with a back suplex. Vega rolled through to her feet at the same time Jo did. McFarlane grabbed her arm, and fired her across for the ride. Leona had barely rebounded before Jo caught her with a running knee to the abdomen that doubled her over. Leona stumbled forward just as Jo used a diving chop block to the back of her knee to bring her down to the mat. The challenger tried to get up, but Jo picked her up by the ankle and drove her knee into the canvas twice followed by an elbow drop into the back of it as well.

Zack: There’s no better way to negate Leona’s high speed offense than taking one of her legs out. That chop block will get you 15 yards in the NFL, but it opened up a lot of doors tonight.

Mai: The sucky part of this is no matter what they do to each other, they’ll probably hug it out later. There may be no ship like friendship, but I hope this one sinks.

Leona tried to get up again, but Jo still had hold of her left leg. McFarlane drove a couple more elbow drops into the back of that leg before she pulled her to the ropes. She draped it across the bottom, holding it in place with her foot till she jumped into the air and came down across it with all her body weight. The redhead reset it on the bottom rope, and did it a second time before Leona rolled away from her. The champion rolled out to the floor, and walked around to the side Leona was closest, grabbing her left leg and striking it across the apron. She rolled back inside, wrapping it around the bottom and hooking her foot on the middle rope to deliver a double foot stomp into the back of her thigh.

Zack: We’re seeing shades of Unstoppable 8 here as Jo targets the left knee of the challenger, and she’s punishing it severely right now.

Mai: I guess she figures if it worked once, it’ll work again. She should take a chair to it next, I’m sure Cody won’t disqualify her.

Once more, Leona tried to roll away from the champion with Jo right behind her. She reached down to grab her foot again, but Leona brought her knees up and cracked Jo with an elbow smash to the jaw. It rocked the champion for a moment, giving Leona the chance to do it again. With Jo reeling, Leona rolled away from her and tried to get to her feet. She had trouble standing on it without using the ropes, and Jo was already back after her again. She grabbed Leona into a rear waistlock, causing Leona to start hammering back elbows into the side of her head repeatedly. It wobbled the redhead backwards before Leona used the middle rope for a springboard into a hurricanrana! Jo hit the mat head first as Leona rolled through, hooking both legs under her arms for a cover as Cody slid into position to count.

Zack: Leona may pull it out after all!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOPE!!

Jo kicked out after the two count, and Leona rolled away from her again. Her knee was clearly bothering her as she sat up on the canvas, trying to rub it a bit. She used the ropes to help her to her feet as Jo began to rise. As soon as she did, Leona darted forward about three gallops, and planted her with bicycle kick to the jaw. And then she collapsed to sit on the middle rope, favoring her knee again.

Mai: Leona should take the hint. She’s going to have trouble using her usual offense, so the next best thing in that case is rampant foul play!

With Jo once more trying to get to her feet with the help of the ropes, Leona stalked in behind her. As soon as the champion was vertical, Leona used a backstabber to send her up and over to the canvas. Vega rolled back to her feet, and ran at about half speed to hit the ropes for an Asai moonsault that landed perfectly. She hooked the outside leg again for the cover as Cody went to count.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOPE!!

Zack: Leona’s feeling a growing sense of urgency here with that left knee still giving her trouble. It’s slowed her down a bit, to say the least.

The challenger got to her feet, pulling Jo up with her to pepper her with a few European uppercuts before she hoisted her onto her shoulders. Leona seemed to be going for her gutbuster, but her knee gave out and Jo landed on her feet. The redhead used a drop toe hold to put her on the mat, and then immediately applied a sharpshooter submission. Jo sat down deep into the hold as Cody dropped in front of Leona, asking her if she wanted to quit. The challenger shook her head as Jo leaned back slightly, trying to put more pressure on her.

Mai: This reminds me of Tara Thunder, Zack. She used to finish off a lot of opponents with this submission.

Zack: That she did, and Jo’s got it as well applied as Tara ever did right now. The champion hasn’t gone for a single pinfall since the bell rang, she wants to leave no doubt tonight.

Cody checked again, still getting the same response from Leona as before. While keeping the submission applied, Jo added to the pain as she began driving fists into the side of Leona’s left knee with her free hand. Each shot made Leona grimace in pain, but still determined not to give in yet. The brunette began to use her hands to try to pull them closer to the nearest set of ropes. Hand over hand, she was almost within reach before Jo stood up and started to pull her to the center and sit right back down in it. Leona buried her head in her arm for a moment, obviously in agony before Cody asked her again. And yet again, the challenger shook her head in the negative.

Zack: One thing I’ve noticed about Jo in recent months is that she’s really changed things up with her offense. There was a time she’d be as high speed in there as Leona, but not now.

Mai: That’s because she looks up too much to Caroline Dallins. I think she’s trying to emulate her, and it frankly disappoints me. Why would you emulate someone you just made quit?! It makes no sense to me, Zack.

Leona took a moment to survey the situation, seeing she was now in the center of the ring with no ropes easily within reach. She pressed her hands to the mat, gritting her teeth as she tried to push upwards. She made slow progress till her hands were the only thing on the canvas as she shouted, and sprung Jo off with her legs. The FFW Champion was nearly catapulted into the ropes, but managed to catch herself before she did. Jo doubled back, and reached down to grab her before Leona surprised her by pulling her into a small package!

Mai: Leona’s like the cab driver I met with last week, they both have small packages!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!

Jo managed to kick out before the three came down, causing Cody to only show her two fingers as she did so. McFarlane got back to her feet, and headed right after Leona. But the challenger was already back up as well, and caught her coming in with right hands to the head. Each shot sent Jo wobbling a bit before Vega left her feet, spinning around again and again before dropping her with an orbit DDT!

Zack: That’s what Leona has to do right there! Vega’s looking for a knockout shot, and that orbiting DDT is a thing of beauty that works like a charm!

Mai: Yeah yeah yeah, but she can’t follow up, Zack. It’s beginning to get futile unless she can hit something massive!

Leona didn’t go for the cover though, instead she tried to push up to her feet again. A bit of stumbling followed that after all the abuse her knee had taken, but she elected to head towards the corner and make her way up top. When Jo got back to her feet, Leona came off the top rope with a missile dropkick to the chest. Vega winced in pain as she struggled back to a vertical base. She pulled Jo up, and bent her over before connecting with various kicks as she hopped from foot to foot before the final shot to the jaw collapsed Jo. Vega dropped onto her for the cover, her face wrenched in pain after all that offense on a bad leg.

Zack: There’s THE PINWHEEL! I have no idea how much that took out of Leona’s knee, but it could be moot in 3 seconds!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Mai: That was very close, probably the closest Leona has gotten this whole match! What she needs is some brass knucks now.

Jo got her shoulder up in time, while Leona rolled off the cover and began rubbing her knee again. She tried to get back to her feet, a look of determination on her face as she hobbled towards the champion. Jo wobbled a bit as she tried to get her feet under her again, causing Leona to scoop her up onto her shoulders. The crowd came to its feet as they recognized the setup for…..

Zack: EL PILOTE!!! NO!!!

For the second time, Leona’s knee gave out on her and Jo dropped to her feet in a stagger. Jo used a diving clothesline to the back of her leg to take her down, and then immediately applied a figure four leglock! Leona shouted in pain as Jo was still fairly dazed, but managed to have the hold applied well enough. Cody dropped to a knee beside Leona, asking her if she wanted to call it quits. But the challenger made it clear she didn’t as Jo began to get her bearings and started jerking on her leg to increase the pressure.

Mai: Just give up, Leona! You’re not going to defeat the FFW Champion with only one good leg. If you don’t believe me, ask the last bitch who tried to do it at Unstoppable!

Zack: Leona has gone for that finisher twice now, and both times her knee wasn’t able to hold Jo up long enough to connect with it! Now...now Jo’s got her down again! Leona may tap out!

Cody asked again if Leona wanted to quit, and got a defiant no in response. Vega sat up in the hold, trying to grab Jo, or catch her with a shot. But the FFW Champion laid against the mat, propped up on her elbows and managing to avoid all of Leona’s swipes at her. She started pounding the mat to rally her fans before she began to turn the hold over. Jo’s eyes widened as Leona pulled with all she had, and managed to get onto her stomach. Now it was Jo who was in clear agony as she lunged towards the ropes. They weren’t far behind her as she wrapped her arm around the bottom, prompting Cody to break the hold.

Zack: That’s the best way to counter a figure four! Leona reversed the pressure, and gave Jo a little taste of what she’s been experiencing at the hands of the FFW Champion!

Mai: All that love and respect and all that crap they said to each other at Breaking Point, I wonder how much of that applies now! I’m guessing little to none!

Leona began to crawl towards the other side of the ring, while Jo was pulling herself up to her feet. The champion made it first, and darted towards Leona as she was getting up. But Vega was ready for her, catching with a spinning backfist to the jaw. McFarlane wobbled and collapsed to her hands and knees, giving Leona the opening she needed. Vega bounced off the ropes, and delivered a massive curb stomp to the back of Jo’s head. Barely a second after Jo’s head hit the mat, Leona fell too and clutched her knee to her body. She dragged herself towards Jo to make the cover as the crowd came to its feet!

Mai: I do not believe Leona Vega is about to do this after all! What the everlovin’ frack!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Jo put her leg across the bottom rope, though no other part of her body budged. Cody stopped the count, and showed it to Leona. Vega’s face seemed to sink as she saw it, shaking her head and starting to stomp her left foot on the mat trying to get it working right.

Zack: It was a heartbeat….I mean a literal heartbeat away from Leona Vega capturing the FFW Championship! Look at her stomping her foot, trying to to shake off the pain! You know what she wants to do!

Mai: Of course, I do! She’s thinking ‘why didn’t I bring that tire iron to the ring with me? I could have parted her hair fifteen minutes ago with it and won!”

Leona got back to her feet with a shout, stumbling a bit at first as she looked back to see Jo beginning to stir on the canvas. The challenger doubled back towards her, stomping her left leg again with a wince of pain before she pulled Jo to her feet. She hoisted Jo up onto her shoulders, and planted both feet without losing her grip!

Zack: Oh, she’s got that leg working now! Jo’s in position for Leona’s favorite move! If Leona hits this, we’re gonna have a new champion!

Leona threw Jo up for the gutbuster, but McFarlane landed behind her and planted her with a reverse DDT instead. Jo stumbled to her feet, and immediately applied her inverted figure four leglock in the center of the ring. Vega screamed in pain as Jo wrenched at her leg! Cody immediately moved around to ask for the submission, but Leona tried to pull them towards the ropes. She wasn’t having any success though as Jo continued to yank on that leg.

Zack: Listen to Vega scream! She tore Caroline’s knee apart with this hold, and Vega’s learning what that feels like! How long can she take it?!

It was only a few seconds after he asked that Leona ultimately tapped the mat. Cody called for the bell as Jo broke the hold immediately. The fans in the Pepsi Center showed the redhead their support as Cody raised her hand after she got up.

Mai: What’d I tell you? I told you she wouldn’t be able to do it on one leg! Caroline couldn’t. Leona couldn’t do it either!

Maggie: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by submission…..AND STILL FFW Champion…….’THE LIVING FIREWORK’ JO MCFARLANE!!!

Cody handed her the FFW Championship, which she raised above her head and then gave him a hug, whispering something into his ear. Cody raised her hand again with a smile.

Zack: Cody and Jo have been close for many years. And I am sure she’s telling him she’ll miss him around these parts!

Mai: Tell her to get over it, and focus on that 15 pounds of gold she’s carrying! It’s far more important!

Jo helped Leona to her feet, shaking her hand in the process. Jo held her title high above her head to a roar from the crowd.

Zack: I’ll put a marker down now. It’s gonna take one hell of a woman to stop the shine of the Living Firework! Jo’s leaving Denver with the gold, and a whole lot more respect! Thank you for joining us for Sin & Sacrifice! And thank you, Cody Kincaid, for over 7 years of dedication!

Jo flashes a tired smile as she lays her title across her shoulder before Sin & Sacrifice fades off the air.




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