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« on: May 12, 2018, 02:36:52 pm »


Live from the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts
May 12, 2018


The FFW logo flashes across the screen before we head inside the DCU Center as the pyro explodes from the stage. The camera pans the crowd and their signs before “Can’t Be Tamed” by Miley Cyrus begins to play over the PA system. The arena is immediately bathed in boos from the live crowd as Lyla Fox makes her way out onto the stage, and applauds the owner of FFW as she emerges next.

Zack: Welcome to beautiful Worcester, Massachusetts for the 130th presentation of FFW Breaking Point. We are live from the DCU Center, and we are going to hear apparently from the owner of this company to start the show.

Mai: Yeah, and? It’s her show. It’s her company. She can come out here and talk the whole show if she wants, and I personally would be spellbound by that.

Samantha’s music starts to fade as she stands at the top of the ramp, listening to the very noisy crowd who isn’t happy to see her.

Samantha: When you run a company the size of FFW with the duties and requirements of someone like myself, you have to be willing to make the tough decisions. You have to be willing to do things you may or may not have wanted to do at one point. But that’s the price you pay when you run the largest women’s wrestling company on the planet with some of the most talented women from around the globe.

Mai: Heavy is the head that wears the crown, Zack. I personally feel for the tough decisions she has to make every day.

Zack: You’re not getting a raise, your contract isn’t up for renewal. I just wanted to make you aware of that before you keep going.

Samantha: Last week on Velocity, I Sat and watched a woman who I have known for many years make her allegiances clear. Savannah Taylor has been in the middle of a very bitter disagreement with my brother and I. And at Velocity, she made her point. She made it clear where she stands. And for my friend...I want you to know…

Mai: She should stop paying Savannah, and give me her check too. That’d teach her a lesson, for sure, Zack.

Zack: Give it up already. I have a feeling this is going to be very biting…

Samantha: I understand.

Zack: Well…..maybe not. I...didn’t expect that.

Samantha: You are obviously in love with my brother, albeit for reasons I cannot grasp or fathom. But love makes people do strange things, I get that. The fact you have made your stance clear, I can understand your point of view. And I want you to know that I won’t stand in your way if this is the path you have chosen. I won’t try to stop you. I won’t try to convince you otherwise anymore. You’ve made yourself clear. I have a feeling it will be a decision you regret at some point, but...only time will tell.

Mai: What a forgiving woman! Is she not merciful, Zack?

Zack: Well...in this case….I guess she is being pretty understanding. I have to say I’m a little surprised by it given everything.

Samantha: Tonight, I look forward to seeing my Franchise take on their opponents in the main event. I look forward to seeing the three women I hand selected for my group dismantle their opposition in the ring. And I want all of you here and watching at home to take note, because something historic that you will never see again will happen tonight. I guarantee it.

Samantha’s music begins to play again to more boos from the crowd before Lyla gives her employer a bit more applause.

Zack: What does that mean?

Mai: If I knew, you think I’d tell you?!

Samantha and Lyla head through the back, going in one direction as the camera turns around to see security escorting Steph Stefano towards the exit.

Zack: Wait….what’s going on?! That’s the Evolution Champion!

Mai: You’re right, good observation! And she probably got caught doing something stupid. Security is escorting her out of the arena, this show is better already! Maybe that’s what Samantha meant.

Zack: Why on Earth is the Evolution Champion getting taken out of the DCU Center? What’s going on?!

A quick flash of the FFW logo is shown on the screen before we go inside the Future Shock Center with a song barely playing in the background as a young woman steps up to a dumbbell  loaded with  plates. “One Woman Army” by Porcelain Black starts to pick up in volume in the background. She glances up to the TV as she takes a deep breath, with flashes of Emma MacNamara cracking her knuckles, Kelly Kincaid connecting with a shooting star press, Sophia Pike applying her Fujiwara armbar, and then the Scarborough Fair climbing both sides of a ladder. The woman in the Center tries to pick the weights up, but doesn’t quite make it before she drops them back to the floor.

Another glance to the television as Steph Stefano taps her newspaper against her hand, Alysson and Valerie standing over Steph, Natalya Demidov standing over a fallen opponent, Ruby Tyler climbing the turnbuckles with a smile on her face. Isis delivering the Voyage to Armageddon, Scarlett Silver glancing over her shoulder, and finally Felicity Banks looking down at a scorpion in her hand. The woman in the Center grabs the dumbbell again, and with a scream, she pulls it up over her head. From there, Breaking Point returns to the air inside the arena with all the requisite pyro and ballyhoo.





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

Zack: We’re kicking things off here in the opener with a debuting talent by the name of Kylie Moore. But she’s certainly got her work cut out for her with Caitlyn.

Mai: Trust me when I tell you this Kylie chick isn’t going to last, Zack. As a matter of fact, if you see her ever appear again after tonight, I’ll stop drinking.

As the opening bars to Misfit by Amy Studt hit the speakers Caitlyn Storm appears from behind the curtain, getting quite a large pop from the live crowd.

Sometimes I feel you're not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand
But I think I've got the answer
Already know what you're gonna say


The lights go out and a simple white pyrotechnic flashes making it look like lightning. As it does Caitlyn raises both of her hands above her hand. As she brings them back down again another flash like lightning has struck again.

Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be


As the lights come back on Caitlyn makes her way down the ramp, smiling and tagging the fans hands as she passes and even stopping for a few fans to take selfies on their mobiles.

Maggie: Introducing at this time....Hailing from New York City, New York and weighing in at One Hundred and Twenty-Six pounds...She is Caitlyn Storm!

You say I'm just a little girl, just a little girl
How can I compare? What do I know?
What have I got to share?
But there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world
That could hold me down, can't you hear me?
Don't you understand
That I want to be myself, want to be the girl,
want to be the one that you can rely on
How I wish that you could see all there is of me
How I long to hear that you take me
For who I am


She runs the rest of the way to the ring and jumps up onto the apron. She raises both hands to wave to the fans and then grabs onto the top rope with both hands.

Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be


She leapfrogs over the top rope to land in a crouch in the ring. She jumps up to her feet and raises her hands up waving to the fans, before she heads to her corner as her music fades out.

Zack: Caitlyn Storm has been having her problems with the Choir of late, but hopefully they are all focused on Casey’s match tonight instead of hers.

Mai: She won’t need the Choir for this girl, I’m telling you.

"Darkside" blares as the lights go out. A single purple spotlight shows Kylie Moore on the stage. She smirks as she walks swiftly down the ramp blowing kiss to the crowd amongst the boos. She smirks again as she slides in the ring. She walks to each corner holding her arms up and taking in the boos.

Maggie: Introducing, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is the Rainbow Warrior herself. She stands at 5'6" and 108 lbs. She is KYLIE MOORE!

Zack: We don’t have a lot of notes for Kylie Moore. I did try to find out some things about her, but information was scarce to come by.

Mai: No one was interested enough to write about her on the internet, I guess. That tells you how big of a star she’s going to be one day.

As Maggie left the ring, referee Stephen Wilson checked both competitors were ready to start the match and, upon receiving their confirmation, called for the bell. The pair moved out of their corners and begun to feel each other out before they came together into a collar and elbow tie up that saw Kylie come out of the grapple with the upper hand as she applied a hammerlock to Storm. Moore forced her opponent’s arm up her back, causing a look of discomfort to appear on the New Yorker’s face for a couple of moments before she threw a back elbow that caught her opponent in the cheek, causing Kylie to loosen her grip sufficiently for Caitlyn to reverse the hold, locking in a hammerlock of her own on her opponent. Quickly the former instructor followed the example of her debuting opponent as she twisted her arm further up behind her back, increasing the pressure; Moore’s gritted her teeth as her arm was contorted behind her and attempted to use a back elbow of her own to gain an escape only for Storm to be wise to it and avoid the attempted blow.

Mai: Hurry up, and get rid of this woman, Caitlyn. Don’t think I’m cheering for you with those flabby ankles, but you’re the lesser of two evils here.

Zack: Caitlyn’s already showing us some of her technical skill here, impressive too. She usually likes to strike hard and fast, especially with those feet.

Moore threw a second back elbow trying to tag Caitlyn’s head only for the Future Shock graduate to keep herself out of reach, prompting Moore to instead stomp downwards, driving her foot into her opponents - a move that caused Storm to release the hold and push Kylie away from her. Quickly the debutant spun around to face her foe and immediately ducked as the New Yorker attempted to make contact with a roaring elbow. Storm’s momentum spun her all the way around as she got nothing but air allowing Kylie to pop up behind, lift her off her feet and send her to the mat with a side suplex. Storm held the back of her head for a moment as she rolled to the side and made it quickly back to her feet only to receive a European uppercut to her jaw.

Zack: Moore is quick with those shots, and that European uppercut will straighten your teeth in a heartbeat.

Mai: I’m glad you’re impressed. I’m not. She’s making me cheer for Caitlyn here, and that’s a sin and of itself.

Moore landed a second, a third and a fourth European uppercut before she grabbed hold of her foes hand and Irish whipped across the ring into the corner. Immediately the Las Vegas based wrestler followed in behind her, catching her with a clothesline a moment after Caitlyn had hit the turnbuckles. Taking a step backwards Kylie began to fire off side kicks into Storm’s abdomen in quick succession, ignoring the referee as he told her to let the blonde out of the corner, forcing him to use his count. As Wilson got to four, Kylie stepped backwards, pulling Caitlyn away from the ropes with her before she scooped her upwards and deposited her on the canvas with a body slam. Quickly she moved back into the corner and pushed herself up onto the middle rope, holding her hands aloft as she looked to get a response from the crowd - getting boos from them as she watched Storm get her feet back underneath her before she jumped off into a double axe handle smash into the top of Caitlyn’s head, sending her down to one knee.

Zack: Kylie looks like she’s focused on rattling Caitlyn’s brains here, and now she’s got her down to a knee.

Mai: Yeah well, let’s talk about something else. How about that main event tonight? See, that I am looking forward to.

As the New Yorker stood up straight once more, Kylie caught her with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that caused Storm to stagger backwards into the ropes. The debutante followed after her, catching her with three chops to the chest to keep her against the ropes before she fired her across the ring, catching her on the return with a clothesline that sent her back to the mat. Moore took a couple of moments to showboat for the crowd getting roundly booed by them before she turned back to a rising Caitlyn, hooking her head and leg as though going for a suplex only to surprise her and pull her down into an inside cradle pinfall.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Zack: I think she caught Caitlyn by surprise there with that inside cradle, but Storm found her way out before it was too late.

Mai: I’m really looking forward to seeing the Storm dismantle the Fair tonight, because you know they are fired up after Velocity last week.

Storm kicked out on two and a half and rolled to her feet as her opponent also came back to her feet; the brunette raising her hands as she got into a boxers stance and fired off a jab that caught the blonde on the chin. She fired off a second and then threw a third that was blocked by Storm who took the opportunity to step forward and bring her knee up into the brunette’s midriff. A second raised knee followed the first doubling Moore over and allowed Storm to snap her down to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. The New Yorker used the momentum to roll back to her feet, dropping back to the ropes as Moore was also quickly back to her feet only to be introduced face first into the mat as Caitlyn caught her from behind with a one handed bulldog. Moore bounced straight back up onto all fours from the impact, taking a moment to check her nose and hold her face before she pushed up to her knees where Storm began to lay into her with stiff kicks to her body.

Zack: Look at those kicks, that’s what Caitlyn is best known for! She is absolutely devastating with them too!

Mai: I think the Fair got lucky last week at Velocity, Zack. But I’m positive that the Franchise will redress the balance tonight in the main event.

As Moore pushed up to one knee she managed to catch her opponent’s leg as another kick slammed into her chest, shoving it away from and sending Caitlyn slightly off balance. Kylie exploded from her knees into an clothesline only for Storm to duck underneath the attempt, turning towards Kylie as she did so and before Moore could turn around the blonde left her feet and delivered a backstabber to the debutante. Kylie rolled away holding her back as she got to her knees only for Storm to bring her the rest of the way to her feet and whipped her into the opposite ropes, catching her as she returned with a back body drop. Kylie hit the mat hard and sat up only for Storm to grab hold of her head and snap it forward with a rolling neckbreaker. As Kylie rolled away from her and tried to get to her feet, the New Yorker darted past her and leapt onto the middle rope, springboarding backwards into a cross body block that took the brunette to the canvas and into a pinning predicament.

One…

Two…

...T-

Zack: Kylie’s still got more left in the tank, but Caitlyn’s giving it her all as she usually does. Not enough damage done yet.

Mai: For all of Kylie’s relatives watching...both of them….you can go check the laundry or make sure the fridge is stocked for the rest of the show now.

Kylie kicked out just after the two count was made and scrambled to her feet only to walk straight into a hip toss from Storm. Again, Moore tried to get to her feet quickly once more but was again caught by her foe who sent her down to the canvas with an armdrag this time, transitioning through to an armbar as they landed. Kylie shook her head as she sat on the mat and started to force herself up to her feet, pulling at Caitlyn’s hair as she did so which only earned her a telling off from the referee. Moore released the hold on the hair for a moment only to grab it once more and jerk back on the blonde locks, trying to walk Caitlyn back into the ropes only for the referee to once more demand the break. Kylie again broke and as she did so, Caitlyn released the hold turning in towards Moore as she jerked her forward to drive three quick risen knees into her midriff.

Zack: Caitlyn’s speed is also a major attribute for her, and she’s as quick with those knees as she is with her feet. I’m sure Kylie would agree if she could right now.

Mai: We also have Casey Atherton facing Jolyne later in the show, Zack. I’m gonna go ahead and predict Casey there.

Caitlyn went to hook her foes head to set her up for a DDT only for Kylie to shove her away from her. Storm took a couple of steps backwards to get her balance before she hurled herself forward into a handstand headscissors takedown that sent her foe rolling towards the corner. The Las Vegas based wrestler pulled herself up to her feet in the corner and as soon as she got vertical, Caitlyn sprinted forward, left her feet and drove a two footed dropkick into her chest. Storm nipped up quickly to her feet, wheeling around back to the middle of the ring and once more charged in quickly to deliver another two footed dropkick into her opponent’s chest. Once more she came back to her feet quickly, wheeling back to the middle of the ring, only to return at full speed - this time stepping up onto the second rope as she caught Kylie with an enzugiri to the back of the head. The brunette staggered unsteadily forward out of the corner, holding her head as Caitlyn once more came to her feet, quickly moving around in front of her, slamming her down into the mat with a double underhook slam. Quickly she rolled her opponent over and made the cover as Casey’s choir in all their vestments began to gather upon the stage.

Zack: Oh for the love of….

Mai: God? He’s Casey’s homey!

One…

Two…



Zack: I don’t know why the Choir and Casey are actually doing this, but it’s really getting out of hand.

On the two count Moore kicked out of the cover, shoving Storm away from her as she sat up. The blonde wasted little time as she quickly moved into position behind the brunette and looked to lock in a Full Nelson, finally spotting the choir and rolling her eyes as Kylie fought to prevent the hold while trying to rise to her feet. The pair got back to a vertical base with Caitlyn still trying to interlock her fingers behind Kylie’s head to fully cinch in the hold - only to be stymied by her opponent’s constantly struggle to avoid that.

Choir: SIS-TER CAIT-LYN!! *ClapClapClap* SIS-TER CAIT-LYN!! *ClapClapClap* SIS-TER CAIT-LYN!! *ClapClapClap*

Mai: See, now I don’t have to think about Moore. Listen to that chant they are trying to start, Zack! It’s nice to see such camaraderie!

Zack: That has nothing to do with it! There’s something going on here, and a reason for all this. I just don’t know what it is yet.

As the singers, led by Eve, tried to get the chant going throughout the crowd Storm gave them a death glare for just a second which proved to be enough for Moore to counte out of the Full Nelson attempt with a sit out jawbreaker. Storm staggered backwards, holding her jaw as Moore rolled to her knees and came back to her feet only for the brunette to be sent back to the mat once more as Caitlyn regained her bearings and caught her with a bicycle kick to her jaw. Storm dropped down on top of the debuting wrestler and hooked her leg for the pinfall.

Zack: Caitlyn with a molar rattling bicycle kick, and that may be all she wrote for Kylie!

Mai: We should be so lucky!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Mai: The Choir is just so SUPPORTIVE, Zack! I wish I had a group of people just there to support me and cheer for me. Preferably they’d be cuter than some of these mouth breathers, but….

The Choir counted along with the referee, the numbers turning into a hissed boo as he showed the two count before they returned to their ‘Sister Caitlyn’ chant. Meanwhile Caitlyn accepted the two count from the referee as she came quickly to her feet and headed towards the nearest corner, climbing the ropes as she measured up her foe. Kylie started to rise, her back to Storm as she got her feet underneath her and turned towards the blonde who jumped off, looking to connect with a diving DDT only for the brunette to side step the attempt and catch the falling New Yorker with a fist into the stomach. As Storm doubled over, Moore charged towards the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back with a running high knee to the Future Shock graduates jaw, knocking her backwards onto the canvas. Storm rolled onto her front, holding her jaw as she slowly pushed upwards while Moore leaned against the ropes, watching her. The brunette allowed her opponent to get as far as one knee before she came forward once again and delivered a single knee facebreaker smash to her that caused her to fall backwards to the mat once more.

Zack: Kylie’s definitely starting to get into a groove here. She’s not letting the Choir distract her, and that may be bad news for Caitlyn.

Mai: It’ll be short-lived, I promise. This girl couldn’t find her asshole in a dark room, Zack.

This time Moore walked with a swagger towards Storm as she lay on the canvas, patted her elbow and with exaggerated emphasis she delivered an elbow drop into Caitlyn’s chest. Kylie rolled away to the ring ropes and pulled herself upwards before she headed towards the rising Storm once more, circling around to face her before she delivered a forearm smash to the side of her face before she pulled her forward and into a belly to belly suplex. The New Yorker sat up and rolled onto her knees where she was dragged up to her feet and pushed back into the ropes before getting fired across the ring. On her return Storm ran straight into Moore’s raised boot and fell back to the mat. The Future Shock Graduate rolled onto all fours as her opponent dropped back against the ropes only to strut forward, getting booed by the crowd as she leapt into the air and came down with a knee drop to the blondes back forcing her down face first to the canvas. Rolling her over, Moore made the cover, hooking the leg once more.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Zack: No dice for Kylie here, Caitlyn’s still got plenty left in the tank. Like I said, she’s got one hell of a tough out in her FFW debut.

Mai: Part of me wants to hear if the Choir has prepared any kind of musical interlude for Caitlyn. I’d love to hear it.

Storm rolled her shoulder to stop the three count before it could be completed and rolled onto her front as Moore sat up and glared at the referee asking for the three count. Wilson confirmed the two count to the Nevadan who shook her head at the official before rolling over, pressing her hands into the blonde’s back as she kicked up into the air, bringing both her knees down into Caitlyn’s spine. She kicked up again into another double knee drop to Storm’s spine before the brunette floated over and locked in a camel clutch, pulling back on her head as she sat down low in the hold. Wilson dropped down in front of Storm, asking her if she wanted to submit and getting a muffled ‘No’ from the former fitness instructor as she tried to reach for the ropes only to find herself trapped in the hold.

Zack: Caitlyn Storm rarely submits, and she’s not going to give Kylie the satisfaction tonight either.

Mai: No one’s going to submit in that camel clutch. She doesn’t even have it applied right. She doesn’t have her fingers locked, which shows you how bright she is.

Again Wilson asked and got another defiant ‘No’ from Caitlyn who was still trying to find a way to escape the submission hold, prompting Moore to sit down deeper and pull back further in the submission. The official asked one more time, getting another ‘No’ even as Storm’s face screwed up in pain - though was she still struggling in the hold, trying to inch forward and bring her knees underneath her. Before she got the chance though Moore temporarily released the hold, jumping up into the air and bringing all her weight down onto Storm’s back, forcing her back to the mat before she hauled her head up and locked in the camel clutch once more, sitting low and pulling back on her foe’s head to much as pressure as possible on the spine. Wilson asked the question but got another refusal from Storm whose face was a mask of agony at this point. With a look of frustration upon her face, Moore released the hold, dragging her nails up Storm’s face and raking over her eyes as she did so.

Zack: Kylie’s starting to realize what kind of mountain she has to climb tonight, and her frustration is showing.

Mai: A lot more than that is showing, and none of it good honestly.

Storm held her face, kicking one foot against the mat in pain as she collapsed to the canvas, the crowd booing Moore loudly as she ignored the reprimand from the referee and delivered a showboating elbow drop into the top of her foes spine. As Kylie started to pull the Future Shock graduate up to her feet Eve separated from the choir and slowly headed down the ramp. Moore attempted to deliver a Fisherman’s Suplex only for Storm to block the move. Kylie tried again only for it to be blocked once more before it was countered, Caitlyn lifting her up off her feet before she slammed the brunette down face first into the canvas. Storm fell against the ropes as Moore held her face, coming back up to her knees and rose quickly to her feet only for the New Yorker to step forward and meet with a roaring elbow right on the point of the jaw, knocking her back down to the canvas. Caitlyn dropped down on top of her opponent and made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so, Wilson sliding into position to make the count.

Zack: Roaring elbow!! Storm’s looking to end it right here!!

One…

Two…

...THRE--

Mai: Even if she has flabby ankles...what do they call them..cankles? That was still a good shot for Caitlyn. Just put her away already, please.

At the very last moment possible Kylie’s shoulder popped up from the canvas to break the count. Storm looked at the referee as he held up two fingers and nodded her head slowly in acceptance of the count before she came up to her feet and began to circle around Moore. Caitlyn allowed the Las Vegas native to rise up to her knees before she dropped down and locked in a dragon sleeper on the brunette. As she did so, Wilson’s attention was distracted by Eve who had finally made it to the end of the ramp and theatrically dropping to her knees where she began to pray. Wilson told the choirster to keep her distance and not come any closer, while she advised him that she was praying for the soul and victory of Sister Caitlyn. Behind the referee, Kylie was unable to break Storm’s grip and was fading quickly only for to reach up and in desperation rake her fingers over her opponent’s eyes once more.

Mai: Now they are praying for her, Zack. This is beautiful! Reminds me of the last time I went to church. Did you know you weren’t supposed to make sexual advances in confession?

Zack: ………………………………………………...

Storm released the hold and staggered backwards, temporarily blinded allowing Moore to follow it up with a low blow, swinging her arm upwards between Caitlyn’s legs as she gasped for breath. The New Yorker immediately started to crumple and Kylie moved into position underneath her to catch the blonde on her shoulders, rising to her feet only to turn quickly and deliver a Samoan drop as the referee gave up on the churchgoer and turned back to the action. Moore was still breathing deeply as she rolled over and wrapped a hand around her throat as she tried to choke Caitlyn out. The referee immediately called for the break and asked for the five count, getting to four before Kylie released her grip. She pulled Storm upwards by the hair only to slam her face first into the mat with a face buster. Rolling her over, Kylie hooked the leg and made the cover.

Zack: Moore with a facebuster into the cover, has she done enough yet to put Caitlyn away?

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: The answer to your question is no.

At the last moment, Storm’s shoulder came up off the mat to break the hold. Wilson showed the two count to Moore who shook her head in disgust at the official and demanded the three. He showed her the two once more and told her the arm came up and Kylie turned back towards Caitlyn, pulling her onto her back once more and instantly wrapped her hands around the blonde’s throat again. Wilson again called for the break that only came when his count reached four. The debuting wrestler got back to her feet and posed for the crowd for a moment, getting a boo from them as the Choir was still in full voice for “Sister” Caitlyn, before she delivered a stomp to her stomach. Kylie walked around Storm as she began to Garvin stomp her; driving her boot into each limb and showboating for the crowd between each stomp.

Mai: You haven’t won the match, dumbass! And all this showboating only works if anyone in this city knows who the hell you are. And until they said your name, they probably thought you were selling t-shirts out front!

As she got to Storm’s head, she stomped down on her forehead before immediately pushing her boot across her windpipe for another choke. The referee called for the break once more, beginning the count. He got the break on four and began to reprimand the wrestler only for Kylie to stand on Storm’s body as she stepped over her and headed towards the corner, climbing up the turnbuckles to the top rope before she came off the top with the Less is Moore moonsault. 

Zack: She calls that the LESS IS MOORE! And she…..got all of Caitlyn’s knees she’ll ever want right there!

And landed across Storm’s knees. Moore rolled away across the canvas, cradling her gut and kicking her feet in agony while the Future Shock graduate rolled to the ropes and pulled herself up to her feet. The blonde leaned back against the ropes and watched as Kylie began to recover. Storm watched as her opponent slowly began to rise before she moved forward and caught her square across the back of the neck with the Storm Force scissors kick. Kylie had the mat hard face first as Caitlyn fell to her knees beside her; Storm rolled her foe onto her back and made the cover, hooking both legs as she did so.

Zack: STORM FORCE! That may be all right there, Moore doesn’t have a clue where she is!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: Unfortunately she’s still in the ring! Damn it, Caitlyn! Put this moron away, we got bigger matches with talent people care about on the card!

At the very last moment, Kylie rolled her shoulder to break up the count, pushing Caitlyn away from her. Storm sat up and looked at the referee who confirmed a two count to the blonde who nodded her head and rolled away. In the meantime Eve had sneaked forward towards the ring and was trying to rally the crowd at ringside to get behind the New Yorker, getting herself a glare from Caitlyn as Moore started to recover and immediately began to complain to the official as she held her face. Eve spun around as she led the crowd in cheers and looked overjoyed when she found Storm staring at her, moving towards her and attempted to hand her a copy of the Good Book that she had hidden amongst her ropes only for only for Caitlyn to swat it out of her hands; a brick falling out of it as it tumbled to the floor. Eve looked dumbstruck and backed up a step before she gathered up the discarded bible as Storm told her to leave.

Mai: That’s terrible for poor Eve! She bought a Bible to give to Caitlyn, and someone stuck a brick in it! I’d get a refund!

Zack: WILL YOU STOP?! Caitlyn doesn’t want the help of these idiots, and she certainly doesn’t need it!

Meanwhile Moore had made it to her feet and took this opportunity to bumrush Storm, wrapping her arms around her waist as she shoved her chest first into the ropes and attempted jerked her backwards into an O’Connor Roll. Storm though managed to keep hold of the top rope, sending Moore rolling backwards. As Kylie came back to her feet, Caitlyn charged at her, delivering a running knee to the gut that doubled her over. Storm quickly hook her opponent’s head and spiked her down into the canvas with an impaler DDT. Caitlyn took a couple of moments to lay back on the mat and regain her bearings before she came back to her feet, Moore following her back to her feet. Caitlyn stretched out her leg on the top rope, waving her opponent back to a vertical base, waiting for her to turn and face her before she brought her foot down and jumped onto the middle rope for the Storm Rising springboard into a spinning heel kick. Her boot connected perfectly with Kylie’s jaw, causing her to collapse backwards onto the canvas. Storm immediately dove on top of her, hooking her legs as she did so and Wilson slid into position.

Zack: That’s gotta be all right there! Caitlyn hit the STORM RISING!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

Mai: PRAISE BABY JESUS! Oh sorry, I wasn’t calling you choir girls over...

Wilson called for the bell, Storm rolling into a sitting position as Eve and the Choir jumped up and down with joy, celebrating as Wilson helped Caitlyn to her feet and raised her hand in victory.

Maggie: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall...CAITLYN STORM!!!!

Zack: Despite the Choir trying to help her, Caitlyn Storm once again proves she can do it on her own. A tough night for Kylie Moore, to say the least.

Mai: Don’t worry, you’ll never see her again anyway. At least not here.

The blonde glared at Eve and the choir as Kylie Moore rolled to the apron, holding her jaw in pain. The referee raised Caitlyn Storm’s hand in victory once more, getting another loud cheer from the crowd before the Future Shock Graduate headed towards the corner as the choir headed down to ring to join in the celebrations before the show cut elsewhere.






Ultraviolent Dreams

When we return to the back, we find Kyle Kilmeade discussing something with the COO of FFW, while half of the One Woman Show waits patiently a couple feet away. Charlotte watches them for a moment before Seth walks away and Kyle returns to his client.

Kyle: What’d I tell you? I told you I was looking out for your career just as much as I have been for Shaw. And who do you think got you your Pay Per View singles match debut at Relentless?

Charlotte give him an appraising look.

Charlotte: I’m going to guess that that would be you. That you’ve managed to get me my singles PPV debut at Relentless.

She broke into a grin with a nod of her head.

Charlotte: So, okay, I might have been a little bit wrong to be sceptical, but when it comes to Shaw and… well… you know what Shaw can be like when she starts to talk. What match did you manage to get me in to?

Kyle: A match with massive possibilities for you. You know how Emma MacNamara is facing Mallory for the Ultraviolence title in the Thunderdome? It’s Mallory’s last chance to get the title. Well…..someone in this conversation arranged for YOU to be in a #1 contender match for that title at Relentless.

Charlotte: ALRIGHT!!! Way to go Kyle! Thank you. Moving from Carson to you is already paying off big time. I get to head to Relentless with a chance to walk away with a shot at a title; maybe get to add more gold to my list of achievements. The big question is, who am I going to be facing on the night?

Kyle: That’s just what I was talking to Seth about actually. I was telling him how you have your eyes set on that title, and that in order to get a shot at it, you were willing to meet anyone he deemed worthy on any night. And he deemed that night to be Relentless! Just think after all this time in FFW, you’ll be in your first singles match on a FFW Pay Per View…..with a title shot at the Ultraviolence Champion awaiting the winner.

Charlotte: Yeah, that’s amazing and it’s awesome that I get to have my first singles Pay Per View match in FFW and it’s for a chance at the Ultraviolence Champion, whoever it may be following Relentless… But, who did Seth deem worthy to meet one half - the most dominant half - of the most dominant tag team in all of FFW history?

Kyle seemed to be basking in his own achievement for her, and still had yet to answer the question she was asking.

Kyle: Given the form she’s been on, I think you should start formulating a strategy for Emma. I mean she’s held it for ages upon ages. Might should start studying her a bit more closely in the coming weeks.

Charlotte: I know. Emma’s held the title forever. And when - IF - I face her, I’m sure she’ll make out that me beating her would be bigger than the Mile High Miracle. I’m sure she’ll throw all sorts of slurs at me and try to rip me apart with her words and tell all the people that me beating her would be the biggest upset in history. I can hear it already. And I’m positive that Shaw will help me out to come up with a strategy to beat her. But, there’s a hurdle I need to clear first. You know, the match at Relentless. The one I have to win to get into the number one contendership in the first place. Who am I going to be going up against? Who should I be playing for first?

Kyle: I should also tell you it’s a match type that hasn’t been seen in a few years in FFW, at least that I can recall. A chain match with you and your opponent tied at the wrist, and to win, you have to pull them around to touch all four corners in succession. That’s not your usual match, after all.

Charlotte: Okay, so chain match, hog tie them, drag them around and touch all four corners. That’s do-able. I mean, I do lift after all and I am the powerhouse half of the One Woman Show. I think the most important thing here though, when you get right down to it, the thing I need to know and pretty much everyone watching needs to know, the thing that will help sell tickets and Charlotte Harker merchandise to all those who want to support me. That thing is… who am I going to be facing? Whose carcass do I have to drag around the ring while I hit all the corners?

Kyle: Oh, you should have asked sooner! It’s a woman whose career has practically epitomized the Ultraviolence division. A woman who has eons of experience in matches like this, and also someone who would love to face either Emma or….well let’s face it, Emma.

Charlotte took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

Charlotte: Kyle. Who. Am. I. Facing? Who is it that has eons of experience? Who is that has epitomized the Ultraviolence Division? Who is this biggest hurdle to me facing Mallory or Emma at Relentless?

Kyle: Oh, that’d be one of my newest clients: Raven Knight.

After the whole speech about looking out for her career, Charlotte grows momentarily skeptical hearing it’s another of her manager’s clients he’s facing

Charlotte: Right. Thank you. Raven Knight. The Fireball Aficionado, the sociopath. Well… it’ll be interesting to face her on one on one, in a match type I’ve never been in. Certainly be a stern test for me, but I’m pretty confident that when push comes to shove I can leave her on her ass and drag her from pillar to post and win. In fact, if she just writes me off because I do really do this Ultraviolence thing week in and week out we might just be able to call this Raven’s own Knightfall. After all, I’m from Buffalo, you know what I mean? I’ve dealt with Shaw at her worst. There’s not much more suffering that she can cause me.

Kyle: Well you see to that then. Because these chances don’t grow on trees. You know how much schmoozing I had to do to get you into that match? Just make sure you seize the opportunity against her. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a client to prepare for her Breaking Point debut.

He gave Charlotte a pat on the arm before he headed off, while a graphic advertising the match was shown before we head elsewhere.


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

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

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


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

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


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

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

Zack: After a hard-hitting showdown with Artemis two weeks ago, Ruby returns to action to face a newcomer with only one match under her belt in FFW, Cassandra Mason.

Mai: And if Ruby lets that influence her performance tonight, Cassandra will be walking straight out with the win.

“All Grown Up” by Jacki-O  plays as Cassandra Mason comes out to a showering of boos. Not allowing the fans clear annoyance about who she is and the family she comes from to annoy her, she power walks down to the ring like she owns Femme Fatale Wrestling.

Maggie: On her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, originating from Boston, Massachusetts, Cassandra... Ma-son!

Once at the ring apron she slides under the bottom rope. She walks to the center of the ring. Cassandra takes a bow inciting the crowd to boo some more. She walks over to the corner, leans against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.

Zack: Despite her previous accolades, Cassandra may find the “Huntress” to be the most challenging opponent she’s had to date.

Mai: You have to admire Cassandra’s attitude and confidence, she has already been requesting main event matches on social media.

Zack: Some might call that arrogance rather than confidence.

As Maggie makes her way out of the ring, referee Jennifer Stringer completes her checks of both women before the calling for the bell to get the match underway. Neither woman hesitates in coming from their respective corners to the center of the ring at the sound of the bell, and they are quickly into a collar and elbow tie up. With nothing really separating them in size, neither manages to take control for a moment as they both don’t give an inch to the other. Realising this, Ruby breaks away from the tie up and aims a chop at Cassandra’s chest. Cassandra sees it coming and blocks it, before grabbing Ruby’s wrist and pulling her into a forearm shot which lands across the brunette’s jaw. Cassandra releases Ruby’s arm and clocks her with another forearm across the jaw, which pushes Tyler back a step. Another two follow in quick succession that push her back another step. A fourth lands on target, before Cassandra pulls Ruby by the wrist and sends her across for the ride. Ruby plants her feet and grabs the top rope to stop herself rebounding, and as she turns Cassandra charges at her. Getting out of the way quickly, Ruby drops down to a crouch pulling the top rope with her, so that Cassandra sails over the top of it to land on the apron.

Zack: Cassandra came out of the gate strong, but Ruby’s quick thinking and reflexes just stopped the momentum she was building in its tracks.

Mai: Reflexes? Like she meant to do that, she dropped and was too slow to release the rope. It's not like it was some kind of master plan from Ruby.

Ruby backs away from the ropes as Cassandra pulls herself to her feet and rights herself against the ropes. She eyes Ruby for a moment before she steps back between the middle and top rope. As soon as she is back in the ring Ruby cracks Cassandra with a backhand that sends her head reeling. Ruby doesn’t skip a beat before she hits Cassandra with a knee to the ribs that bends the blonde slightly in the middle. Mason stands straight back upright but Ruby grabs her by the wrist and whips her across to the opposite ropes.

Mai: Where’s the good sportsmanship? Ruby should have let Cassandra pull herself together fully.

Zack: Maybe offered her a cup of tea and a biscuit? Ruby allowed Cassandra to get fully in the ring before she struck. Cassandra should have been ready and not taken her eyes of her opponent.

Cassandra rebounds off the ropes, and quickly ducks under Ruby’s arm, before continuing on to the opposite side. She rebounds off the ropes again, and meets Ruby in the centre of the ring. Ruby turns straight into a discuss forearm from Cassandra that knocks her slightly off balance. A side kick follows from the blonde that wobbles Ruby back on to her heels, but doesn’t manage to put her down. A roundhouse kick follows from Cassandra that drops Ruby like a rock, and Mason straight away goes for the cover as Stringer slides into position for the count.

Zack: Trying for a cover right now seems more than a little over ambitious on Cassandra’s part. Ruby is nowhere near done yet.

ONE!!!

Stringer doesn’t get any further than the one before Ruby kicks out with a force that sends Cassandra sprawling away from her.

Mai: It was worth Cassandra trying for the cover, now she knows that she needs more to get through Ruby’s thick skull.

Tyler quickly gets back to her feet with a chorus of cheers from the Worcester crowd encouraging her as she does. Cassandra gets back to her own feet just a moment later, but she doesn’t stay on them for long as Ruby takes off towards her and drops down into a baseball slide, taking the blonde’s feet straight from underneath her. Cassandra lands in a heap on the canvas and Ruby quickly mounts her chest and starts to unleash right hands into the side of her head. Stringer orders a break and Ruby remains in place until the referee reaches a count of three. Getting back up again, Ruby pulls Cassandra up to her feet and fires her across into the corner, where she hits back first with a thud.

Mai: You see that? That is disgraceful behaviour, this referee should just disqualify Ruby here and now.

Zack: She hasn’t done anything to be disqualified for. Are you sure you actually know the rules at all?

The ‘Huntress’ drops her shoulder and charges in after the blonde, ramming her shoulder straight into Cassandra’s ribs. Mason doubles over from the impact, which allows Ruby to hit her in the face with a knee shot that stands her back upright again. Grabbing her by the head, Ruby keeps delivering knees one after the other into the blonde’s head. Before Cassandra can respond, Ruby grabs her arm and fires her across into the opposite corner, and then follows her in again with another shoulder thrust. Cassandra manages to keep herself upright this time, allowing Ruby to hit her with chop square to the chest. She unleashes a series of them, and the crowd start to count along with her. The reach ten, before Ruby steps back to deliver a jumping side kick to the blonde’s head.

Zack: Between the rib shots and headshots, Cassandra won’t know whether she is coming or going at the moment.

Mai: I know which I’d prefer to see her do.

Zack: Please don’t tell us.

Cassandra slumps back against the turnbuckles, only her arms across the ropes keeping her barely upright. Ruby pulls the blonde away from the corner and keeps her on her feet to deliver a headbutt that sends Cassandra’s head reeling. Using a hip toss, Ruby plants Cassandra on the canvas. Stringer slides back into position as Ruby goes for the cover and hooks one of Mason’s legs.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!

Cassandra kicks out just before Stringer completes the two, and Ruby rolls back to her knees before pushing back up to her feet.

Mai: Ruby isn’t going to get somebody as good as Cassandra with a hip toss.

Zack: With a hip toss alone, maybe not, but the amount of shots to the head she took before that, that just might have worked.

Ruby makes her way towards Cassandra and makes to pull her up to her feet again. When she has her about halfway, Cassandra surprises her with a sharp chop to the brunette’s throat that sends her staggering backwards. While Ruby tries to catch her breath, Cassandra fires her into the corner. Immediately she pins Ruby to the turnbuckle with a corner foot choke, which makes the brunette struggle for breath even more. Ruby tries to pry Cassandra’s foot away, but Cassandra grabs the top rope to keep herself in place. Stringer calls for a break and Cassandra waits until she almost about to count the five before lowering her foot. She pulls Ruby from the corner and whips her into the ropes as she takes off towards the opposite side. As Ruby rebounds, Cassandra comes off her ropes, using them to build up speed. The blonde closes the gap between herself and Ruby and catches the ‘Huntress’ with her running single leg high knee that lands Ruby flat on her back. Cassandra drops straight down for the cover.

Zack: BULLSEYE from Cassandra. Has she done enough to put Ruby away here?

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOPE!!!

Ruby gets her shoulder up and pushes Cassandra away, but Cassandra rolls straight back to her feet and pulls Ruby up to hers. Without giving Ruby a second to compose herself, Cassandra gets Ruby into position for her Hammerlock DDT which she executes to perfection to drive Tyler’s head into the canvas. She hooks both of Ruby’s legs as she goes for the cover, prompting Stringer to get straight back into place.

Mai: Maybe the BULLSEYE wasn’t enough to get through Ruby’s thick head, but the MASON-DDT on top of that surely will! I smell a three count!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Zack: I’m surprised you can smell anything over all the alcohol. Either way, Ruby manages to get her shoulder up before the three and you can see the frustration written all over Cassandra’s face.

Cassandra stomps back to her feet and tells Stringer that she was counting to slow, earning her a massive shower of boos from the Worcester crowd. She ignores them and turns back around just in time to see Ruby’s elbow, seconds before it connects with the side of her head.

Zack: If Cassandra had paid attention to Ruby there rather than arguing with the referee she would have seen her get back to her feet.

Mai: Well you can’t blame her, that was a slow count!

Zack: Except it really wasn’t.

Another pair of elbows into the side of Cassandra’s head follow from Ruby, which visibly disorientate her. A headbutt follows that drops Cassandra to her knees, before Ruby leaves her feet to deliver a hurricanrana to put her down on her back. Ruby measures for a moment looking like she might go for a cover, but when Cassandra starts stirring, Ruby abandons the idea. The Huntress pulls Cassandra back up to her feet and spins her around. From out of nowhere Ruby uses her falling double knee jawbreaker to plant the blonde on the canvas. Not skipping a beat or hesitating at all the Huntress goes for the cover, hooking both of Cassandra’s legs in the process for good measure.

Zack: THE CRIMSON KISS! Ruby is about to walk away with this right now!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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

Maggie: Your winner…..via pinfall…..RUBY TYLER!

Mai: I demand a recount.

Zack: Demand all you want, it won’t change anything. Ruby got the three count fair and square after a hard fought match.

Ruby gets back to her feet under a mass of cheers from the crowd to have her hand raised by Stringer. On the image of a smiling Ruby, the camera cuts elsewhere.







The 1 Percenter

Breaking Point returns from the commercial break amid loudening boos from the Worcester crowd as we see the reason why. Kyle Kilmeade is seen standing in the ring alone, not letting the crowd’s response get to him. “99 Problems” by Jay-Z blares through the PA system before he makes a cutting motion with his hand.

Zack: As you can see, we had company joining us during the commercial break. I’m not sure what brings Kilmeade out here, but I have an idea what it could be.

Kyle: On the last edition of Velocity, there were two main stories coming out of that show. One was a Unity title defense, which will be avenged later tonight in the main event. There’s no question about that. But the other news item...well….let’s refresh your memories.

He gestures towards the video wall as we go to the video.

Courtesy of FFW Velocity - May 3, 2018

Missy leaned on her manager as he raised her hand. The referee did the same as well before Christian held the ropes open for her to leave.

Zack: I hope whatever percentage Chaotic Temptation pays this guy is enough for all the distractions he’s caused recently.

Meanwhile as Christian and Missy headed to the back, the referee tried to help Andi back to her feet before familiar music started to play.

Mai: Who’s music is playing, Zack?

"Tic tic toc, the time bomb clock
Ticks grinning ear to ear here baby
Tic Tic Toc, the time bomb clock
ticks counting down...
tic, tic stop!"


Zack: Wait a minute, I know that music! That’s--

As Andi hopped down to see what was going on, a redhead hit the ring and mowed her down with a clothesline to the back of her head. She shoved Andi into the ropes, and dropped her with a spinebuster before the redhead’s manager joined her.

Zack: That’s VALERIE MCKINLEY!!

Mai: Oh, and there’s Kyle too!!

The live crowd booed loudly as Valerie looked over to Kyle, who was applauding her and getting a smile in return. When Andi started to get up, Valerie jerked her into position and delivered her reverse STO!

Zack: DIVINE PROVIDENCE! Is this…..

Mai: I like this girl, Zack!

Zack: This must be one of the women the COO signed from Future Shock! Valerie McKinley has been brought to FFW, and has left Andi laying!

Mai: All the more reason to like her!

Valerie planted her foot on Andi’s chest as Kyle raised her hand, causing a bright smile from the redhead.


~ ~ ~

We cut back to the live show with the boos still raining down on the manager as he looks pleased with what he just saw.

Kyle: That is how you make a statement, an impact. You see, Andi Takata has been proven to be a bully, not to mention a yellow streak. And the only way to get her attention was what you just saw. And as much as I enjoyed it, I wasn’t the only one. So without further ado, allow me to introduce you to only 1 Percenter who matters...and the woman who made a space princess her cosmic bitch………..VALERIE MCKINLEY!!

The lights in the arena sharply cut off, leaving everything in complete darkness. The chiming of a clock is heard echoing in the darkness, followed by a chipper, circus like chime tone. As the tone chimes on, a vibrant gold spotlight shines down on the top of the stage. The circus chimes are soon replaced by the opening chorus of “Villain” by Wild Fire.

"Tic tic toc, the time bomb clock
Ticks grinning ear to ear here baby
Tic Tic Toc, the time bomb clock
ticks counting down...
tic, tic stop!"


At the exact moment “stop” is sung, the song kicks into full gear, setting off a series of shimmering gold strobe lights going off on either side of the ramp. A few seconds pass before the controversial redhead, Valerie McKinley makes her way out from behind the curtain and stands in the immediate center of the stage, standing in the gold spotlight.

"You know I speak in riddles,
And I’m plotting to destroy
Villain as I always was
Crazy is as crazy does"


Dressed to impress in a sleek black sleeveless jumpsuit and simple gold heeled sandals, Valerie looks around at the crowd showering her with a rousing chorus of boos. The strobe lights begin to lessen in intensity as she makes her way down the aisle, her arms at her side and a focused look on her face. As she makes her way to the ring, the fans on either side of the aisle make their displeasure at her appearance rather noticeable, which Valerie simply dismisses with an arrogant flip of her hand.

"My sanity's in short supply
Mad as a hatter, hey surprise!
T-T-T-Ticking bomb on the inside
Livin' with the villain pacing in my mind."


The boos grow louder as Valerie hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. With her head bowed, she lifts both arms up towards her head and has her pointer finger and thumb on both hands close to her head. She lifts her head up and extends her arms out, her fingers pointing out at the crowd like pistols. She then makes a motion like she was firing her finger guns at the crowd before turning around to see Kyle already holding the ropes open for her. She steps through the open ropes and into the ring. Once inside the ring, Valerie extends her arms out to either side of her and gives a shake of her head to the crowd as she drops her arms. Her music begins to fade out as Kyle hands her a second microphone.

Valerie: Thanks you, thank you. You REALLY know how to make a girl feel welcome on her first night here.

Kyle: First of all, tell them about how it feels to finally be on the biggest stage in women’s wrestling. How it feels to be part of FFW.

Valerie: Honestly? It feels pretty damn good. I mean, let’s face it. You knew I was going to end up here at some point. Everyone knew I was main roster bound. Now that I’m here, it’s rubbing a lot of people the wrong way. That makes me very happy, because it’s only going to get worse.

Kyle: Now Andi has demanded an apology for what you did. Would you like to address her demand for said apology?

He asks, draping an arm across her shoulder. Valerie laughs to herself as she shakes her head.

Valerie: Andi wants an apology? For what exactly? It wasn’t like my actions cost her the match or anything. She did a good enough job choking on her own. If Andi Takata wants an apology for anything, she is barking up the wrong tree. If anything, SHE should be doing the apologizing. She can start by apologizing to Samantha Star for being a waste of resources. That would be a great start.

Kyle: And the most important part is that you are debuting at Relentless. Not on a Breaking Point. Not on a Velocity. No, a major Pay Per View as you deserve. And you get to finish the job you started at Velocity. What can Andi expect?

Valerie: What Andi can expect is a far different outing than she got at Anarchy. What Andi is going to experience may very well be the worst night of her professional life. Now, a magician never reveals their secrets so I’m not going to tell everything that is going to befall her. Just know that….she won’t be the same afterwards.

Kyle: Now if you’ll excuse us, we have been invited to dinner with the owner of this company. And that only ranks about a thousand times higher than talking to you or about Andi Takata!

Valerie’s lips curl upward in a smirk, as if dining with the owner of the company was the highlight of the night. Which is one hundred percent was for Valerie.

Valerie: No one wants to hear the same story about how Space Princess Andi is going to b embarrassed yet again, and quite frankly I’m getting tired of being among you people for as long as I have been. So now, Kyle and I bid you all adieu.

Kyle holds the ropes open for her as she steps out to the floor. As the pair head up the ramp, we cut to a commercial for Relentless on June 2.



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The show heads back to the ring as Maggie Rourke steps back between the ropes with her microphone in hand.

Maggie: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Zack: This should be very interesting. And if that wasn’t enough, I have Abigail Lindsay here with me. Welcome to the booth, Abi.

Abi: I’ve never done commentary before. Mark this day on your calendar. 

The arena is plunged into darkness, punctuated only by the soft, subtle, plucking of harp strings picking out the tune from the hymn “He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands” only just loud enough to be audible by the capacity crowd. As it plays a group of people start to emerge from the backstage area in the darkness, forming up in ranks on the stage quietly humming the tune as they do so. The choir finally gets all formed up on the stage in a semi-circle; the song getting louder and louder as more voices add to it only to cut suddenly as, with a fanfare of trumpets, a sudden blinding white light floods the whole building. The light narrows down to a single point high above the stage where a single figure is slowly descending from the heavens. The woman almost seems to be glowing in her bright white robes, her hair almost a flame red crown around her head. The eyes of the choir all turned towards her, singing out an awed ‘Aaaah aaaaah aaaah’ to accompany the angel’s descent only for her to become more and more recognisable as Casey Atherton the lower that she gets. As she lands in the middle of the horseshoe two members of the choir move forward to help her out of her robes, leaving her in brilliant white ring tights and smock like top. Cradling her hands together, the red haired woman begins to slowly walk down the entrance ramp; the choir following behind her as they start to sing. All the time the woman is bathed in the same bright, pure white light.

She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole wide world in her hands
She's got the whole wide world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands


As she makes it to the ring, she extends her arms out from her body, almost in a crucifix position and two members of her choir lift her up almost reverentially onto the ring apron, while two more scurry up onto the apron and hold the ropes open for Casey to step inside the ring as the rest of the choir surround the ring, continuing to sing the song as Atherton flashes a bright smile to the crowd, circling the ring only to stop on each side of the ring and bless those in attendance.

Maggie: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome at this time…”THE SAVIOR” CASEY ATHERTON!!!!

Casey finally returns to her corner, eyes turned to the heavens as she seems to be praying while she waits for the match to begin.

Zack: Casey, with or without the Lord, has her work cut out for her tonight. But she’s proven in the past she can pull through, now more so with these sycophants out here with her.

Abi: Don’t be so judgemental, Zack. Those “sycophants” are you call them know there place in the world. Caitlyn Storm would fit in just fine with Casey’s operation if you ask me.

The lights in the arena die down a tad, as a figure in a hoodie can be seen stepping up onto the entranceway. Over the speakers a drum begins to beat, as a man speaks.

"They say that nobody changes
But I'm living proof that they do
Because I've found the answer, and you can find the answer too!"


The figure starts to set off down the ramp, head nodding along with the music as it swells, seemingly singing along with the man as he continues on.

"They made me think I was crazy
And that the pain was here to stay
But now that I've found the answer
I'm never ever gonna lose my way..."


The figure stops suddenly halfway down the ramp, the lights shooting on and their hood being thrown back, revealing Jolyne Dysart as she pumps a fist into the air along with the proud cry.

"EVER AGAIN!"

As the music kicks into high gear Jolyne takes off at a run down the ramp, the fans cheering propelling her on as Maggie sets off her introduction.

Maggie: Introducing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 150 Lbs, this is JOLYNE DYSAAAAAAAART!

She easily jumps on the ring apron. In another fluid motion, she jumps over the ropes. From the ropes, she goes onto the middle turnbuckle, ascending it. She then stretches her arms to allow the singer to reiterate her thoughts. “EVER AGAIN!” Jolyne shouts with the singer as she leaps off the turnbuckle and goes over to her corner, a wide smile apparent on her face.

Zack: And here’s the woman you’ve been antagonizing for several weeks now: the winner of the 2018 Young Guns Cup, Jolyne Dysart.

Abi: There you go again with the Young Gun Cup gobbledygook. Did her Cup help her against Artemis Kaiser and Raven Wicked? Nope. It didn’t. This is a what have you done for me lately business. All JoJo has done lately is fail to live up to the hype. Can we move past the Young Gun Cup already? Thanks. 

Referee Ashley Pruitt checks both women for anything illegal, and then calls for the bell as Maggie leaves the ring. Casey moves towards the center, extending a hand towards Jolyne inviting her to pray with her. Dysart gives her a curious look as she steps forward. Casey reaches for her hand, and looks to land a cheap shot in the process. But Jolyne was wise to it, and blocked before she began firing right hands into the redhead’s jaw. The crowd immediately got behind her before Dysart fired her into the near side ropes, and caught her with a spinning back elbow on the rebound. Casey wobbled backwards a step before Jolyne trapped both her arms. A series of headbutts followed that before she sent her up and over with a belly to belly overhead suplex.

Abi: So far so good.

Zack: Dysart shows flashes of technical expertise, but she mostly employs a strong striking game.

Casey made it back to her feet, only for Jolyne to continue the assault. She drove an European uppercut into her jaw, causing her to go back into the corner. She quickly climbed up to the middle rope, raising her fist and then raining ten punches that the fans counted along with to her head. Atherton stumbled out of the corner as Jolyne hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside with a bulldog to spike Casey’s head into the mat. She pushed her onto her back, and quickly made the cover.

ONE!!

T-NOPE!!

Abi: That’s what I was talking about last week about Jolyne losing her edge. Most people would praise her for going for a quick pinfall to wear down Casey. A true killer wouldn’t relent. Jo should have aimed to do more damage. Casey is a dangerous woman. Why Jolyne felt that would be enough is baffling.

Casey kicked out as the two was coming down. Dysart got back to her feet, dragging Casey up with her by the arm before she began to fire kicks into her body repeatedly. The shots doubled Atherton over before Jolyne grabbed her around the waist for a gutwrench suplex. She bounced off the near side to deliver an elbow into her heart before going for the cover again.

ONE!!!

TW-NOPE!!

Again, Casey kicked out before the two struck. Jolyne sat up on her knees, noticing a member of the Choir was on the apron. Jolyne took off towards them with a clothesline that sent them back to the floor. When she doubled back towards a rising Casey, she got surprised with a jawbreaker into a swinging neckbreaker from the would-be prophet.

Zack: Jolyne’s not gonna let the Choir get involved if she can help it, and that’s one member who won’t be getting up on the apron again.

Abi: If Jolyne was smart she would had neutralized The Choir before it got to this point. Chloroform is easy to come by. Or she should have reached out to her former Imperium buddies.   

The redhead immediately began pounding shots into Jolyne’s back, using ax handle blows one after another. She pulled her to her feet into a front facelock before drilling knees into her head and body. She threw her into the corner, causing Jolyne to go through the turnbuckles into the post shoulder first. The referee went to admonish her to let Jolyne out of the corner, while members of the Choir took cheap shots at Jolyne, firing rights into her head repeatedly till she fell back to the canvas.

Abi: See! If Jolyne had any killer instinct whatsoever none of this would be happening. I’m serious. One day she’ll come crawling to me for help. Wait and see.

Zack: I’ll take your word for it, but I won’t be putting any money on it just yet.

Casey finally stopped distracting the referee, and went to get Jolyne. She pulled her up to her feet, and shoved her back into the corner. The redhead backed up a few steps, and took off towards her with a running high knee to the side of her head. The brunette stumbled out of the corner to her knees before a shining wizard from Casey put her down on the mat entirely. She quickly rolled her over, and made the cover with a hook of the leg

Zack: You want to talk about a concussion worthy kick? That was it right there! Dysart may be out cold!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

T-NOPE!!

Jolyne got her shoulder up in time before the three, and Casey rose back to her feet. She extended her arms out to the crowd, inviting them to show her some appreciation. None was forthcoming though, despite the choir itself whooping and shouting in jubilation

Abi: How rude. All Casey wants to do is save the masses. People these days. No respect.

Casey went back to her opponent as Jolyne was starting to get to her knees. She pushed her head between her legs for what looked to be a piledriver. But she didn’t quite make it before Jolyne raised up with Casey caught before she planted her into a backdrop driver! The crowd immediately came back to life as Jolyne struggled back to her feet. Casey was very slow to get up before Dysart took off for the far side. She rebounded quickly as Casey was getting up, only to put her back down with a Thesz press followed by relentless punches to her head.

Zack: Jolyne’s found her second wind, and Casey’s getting knuckle knocks upside that thick head of hers!

Abi: Bravo.

The brunette finally got back to her feet, letting out a roar to the crowd that they responded to in kind. Casey started to rise as well before Dysart bounced off the far side ropes, and came back with a rolling koppu kick that dropped the redhead where she stood. An immediate cover was made as Jolyne hooked the outside leg in the process.

Zack: A ROLYNE by Jolyne!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOPE!!!

Casey’s shoulder came up in time before the three, and Jolyne got back to her feet once more. With the crowd still solidly behind her, she pulled Casey up with her. She pulled her arms into a straightjacket, but the redhead caught her with a headbutt in the face that stopped that. Atherton spun into her, hooked her head, and drilled her with an impaler DDT into the mat. She then collapsed backwards to the canvas too, trying to collect herself.

Abi: This has been an entertaining match.

Zack: Both of these women have taken the measure of one another, and you can see that by the fact neither one of them are standing at the moment. Or close to it.

Casey finally began to sit up, and then get back to her feet. Jolyne was beginning to stir too before Casey pulled her up with her. She whipped her across for the ride, and sidestepped her as she came back to apply a sleeper. Casey started to step on the back of Jolyne’s knee to get her down to the mat. It worked very well before Atherton leaned over her, trying to add to its effectiveness. The referee immediately wheeled around in front of Jolyne to see if she wanted to submit, but got no such answer.

 Zack: Casey’s got this sleeper expertly applied. Look how she’s making it worse by having Jolyne carry her body weight at the same time. She may not be long from going night night.

Abi: Hey Casey, leave enough for me. Being selfish is not heavenly. 

The referee lifted her arm after a moment, and let it fall back to the mat. A second time, it fell again. The crowd began to get very loud now as they tried to help Jolyne. When her arm went up the third time, it stopped about halfway down before she made a fist. That got another response from the crowd as she fought back to her feet, grabbed Casey’s head and countered out with a stunner that dropped Atherton like a tree to the canvas! Jolyne collapsed to her knees, clearly groggy as she tried shaking her head to rouse herself. She finally did, and looked around to see Casey flat on the mat. She dove over her for the cover as Pruitt slid into position to make the count.

Abi: I’ll give it to Jolyne, that was impressive.

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Casey’s shoulder came up once again, causing Dysart to look at the referee and make sure it was just a two. When she got it confirmed, Jolyne struggled to get back to her feet. She took off towards the ropes, using them for a springboard into a leg drop.

Zack: Jolyne’s still not worked off the effects of Casey’s sleeper, and she’s pulling from down deep in order to try to put her away sooner than later.

Both women started to rise together as Casey surprised Jolyne with a rake of the eyes as she approached. The redhead got back to her feet first, and caught Jolyne with a knee trembler to the side of the head. She reeled backwards on her knees before the religious zealot pulled her up, and planted her with a facebuster to the mat. Casey struggled back to her feet, shaking her head a moment as put her hands together in what looked like a moment of prayer.

Zack: See, this is dumb to me! She’s got Jolyne in a bad way here, and she’s doing this nonsense! All this does is give Jolyne time to recover.

Abi: One hundred percent agree. You won’t see me make that mistake at Relentless.

Casey finally opened her eyes, and pulled Jolyne’s head under one arm. She looked to the heavens as though talking to God. And with one fluid motion, she delivered her falcon’s arrow that spiked Jolyne face first into the mat. She quickly made the cover as Pruitt dropped to count.

Zack: There’s the PASSION!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Pruitt called for the bell as the choir rejoiced around the ring, while the fans in attendance did exactly the opposite. Casey got to her feet, and had her hand raised in victory.

Maggie: Here’s your winner by pinfall…………………...CASEY ATHERTON!!

Abi: Still would not have prayed to the heavens, a win is a win. Our Young Gun Cup winner looks like a star right now doesn’t she?

The choir held the ropes open for Casey as she stepped out onto the floor, letting them celebrate around her before she walked past the booth and blessed Abigail on her way to the back.

Zack: I’m sure it means the world to you to have been blessed by this nut. Casey picks up a very hard fought victory, she damn sure had to earn this one tonight.

Abi: Alleged crazy people are great in bed. If I ever part the red sea I’ll let you know what it's like.

As she and her followers headed to the back, Breaking Point headed elsewhere in the arena.






The Thing About Contracts

The next image we see is that of Christian Kincaid walking with a clipboard in his hands. He seems to be pouring over it, even flipping over pages before he lets himself into the locker room of his wife. He plops down on the sofa beside her in front of the monitor where she had been watching the show.

Christian: You happen to have a pen handy? I didn’t bring one with me, and I think this right here could use an autograph.

Kelly leaned forward a little, picking up her handbag from the floor and started to root through it.

Kelly: Yeah, I’m pretty certain I’ve got a couple in here. Somewhere. Any color preference? I got… red… blue… black… green… pink… ummm…

As she spoke she pulled her hand from her bag with a handful of ballpoints and a couple of marker pens, giving a shrug of her shoulders.

Kelly: Never know when you might run into a fan. Or what they may ask you to sign. Pays to be prepared, right?

Christian plucks the blue pen from her hand before she puts the others back in her purse.

Christian: Well I was walking past Seth’s office, and saw there was an open contract posted outside the door for Relentless. And I got to thinking I’m sure I can find someone who would be quite happy to take up the contract and go to Relentless.

He looked at his wife with a knowing smile and a wink.

Kelly: Look no further, you’ve found the girl and the pen. I’m very happy. Very happy indeed to sign this and give someone a lot more than they bargained for when they left this open contract laying around. You know I’m not one to back down from a fight against anyone in this company.

She took the clipboard and the pen from her husband, quickly scanning her eyes over it as she flicked the pages quickly till she came to the dotted line and quickly scrawled her signature into the correct space.

Kelly: Done and very pleased to be part of Relentless.

Christian: I thought you might be interested.

The camera looked over Kelly’s shoulder to see the other name on the contract besides her own signature.

Christian: How enthusiastic do you think Valentina’s gonna be when she sees it’s you? I’m not sure who she might have been hoping for, but that’s what happens if you leave an open contract laying around. Kind of a potluck, isn’t it?

The former acrobat nodded her head.

Kelly: Well, if she had people in mind that she wanted to face then she should have taken this contract to their door, knocked and challenged them straight off the bat. As it is, well, now she has to prepare herself to face me. It’s going to be the third time we’ve been in the ring together; this’ll be the second one on one match between us - the other was a triple threat with Penny Buchanan. So far she’s never beaten me. Though I’m sure that she’ll still be supremely confident that this time will be different for her and she’ll be able to beat me. Maybe she might be able to. She’s certainly talented enough as she proven on occasions. Given the right circumstances and situation and maybe with the help of the Privileged Circle, there’s a chance that she might be able to beat me. But it shouldn’t be forgotten that I’m a pretty consistent performer myself; that I’ve never lost back to back singles matches in FFW and I still have that ultimate goal I’m working towards. This is another step towards that.

Christian: You know, Valentina was one of the two Global Wars winners last year. I was thinking we might should consider lobbying to get you onto Team USA this year, and see if we can’t add that to your resume. What do you think?

Kelly: I’d be happy to do that; to be part of Team USA. It’s something that I’ve never done before - pretty much the only tournament in FFW that I’ve not been a part of yet. And if they’d like to finally see Team USA win gold, I’d definitely be an upgrade on some of the deadwood they’ve had in years past. Hell, I’d probably be the MVP of the whole tournament racking up the points like I’m a pinball wizard.

A smile came across her face.

Kelly: In fact, I think I’d probably be the best, most sensible option to put on Team USA if they want to give it the best possible chance of winning gold for the first time.

Christian: Well if management hasn’t gotten the message about it by now, they never will. Till then, we’ll focus on Valentina.

He gave Kelly another wink before the show headed elsewhere.


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Breaking Point returns from the commercial break, and immediately heads back to ringside as Maggie makes her way into the ring.

Zack: It’s main event time, and we’re about to see the Franchise in force against the new Unity Champions and Jo McFarlane. Joining me is Jo’s sister, Erica.

Erica: We’re getting the band back together, as it were! And in one match we’re getting both a preview of Relentless and a rematch from Velocity! I can’t wait for this!

Maggie: The following six woman tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of the evening!

The lights in the arena go almost out, allowing yellow and blue strobes to take effect as the quietly intense opening of Rev Theory’s “Something New” starts over the speakers. On the sound of the notes, the crowd jeers and from under the stage, The Brazilian Storm, Bianca and Mel, are lifted.

Love to hate, repeating my mistakes
Now 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...


The two friends look to each other, grin and fist bump. Looking out around them, they continue to grin at the reaction they’re getting. From there, they begin their walk towards the ring.

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!


Ignoring the outstretched arms of fans who want a high-five, the Brazilians make their way to the ring, where Mel pulls herself onto the apron using the ropes, and Bianca stops right under her, where the two rogues strike a pose, with Mel taking a soft dip of a bow, and Bianca opening her arms wide.

Maggie: Introducing first… From Rio de Janeiro and Porto Alegre, Brazil… MEL AVILO… BIANCA SALVADOR… THE BRAZILIAN STORM!!!

Mel then steps into the ring and Bianca rolls under the bottom rope right afterwards. The two of them then make their ways to opposite turnbuckles, both climbing on the second rope and staring at the booing crowd, diminishing the negative welcome they’re getting from the crowd their own way before they hop back to the ring and meet once again in the center of the ring, sharing another fist bump, before they retreat to their corner to strategize.

Zack: You can bet after Velocity that these two have some bad intentions in mind for the new Unity Champions. Mel & Bianca, no doubt, want to prove a point tonight.

Erica: Not that a soul here could blame them for that. In a lot of ways it looks like the Fair have Storm’s number, and that’s something they’d be understandably eager to change.

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: Lately, I’m not sure what to make of Savannah Tayler. She’s part of the Franchise, but made it clear also at Velocity that she is side by side with Samantha’s brother and her boyfriend, Seth. I’m not sure how you thread that needle.

Erica:  It’s a needle my own sister tried to thread for a long time with regards to us as her sisters and her husband. I’m still not sure how she manages it. That said, I’d certainly like to think that forcing her to pick sides isn’t a thing Samantha is interested in.

“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 240 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid and Steph Stefano... They are your REIGNING... DEFENDING FFW UNITY 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.”

As the chords of “The Little Things” screech, the entire arena gets filled with cheers. Spotlights of yellow and pink and green flicker through the crowd and the arena darkens as the music plays. Mickey and Raquel emerge from the top of the ramp with a ladder in tow, holding it up together. Scarborough has her tag title draped around her neck and Raquel has her’s around the waist. Raquel and Mickey put down the ladder and high-five after coming down while Christian watches on with a smile. Fair and Scarborough roll into the ring before climbing opposite turnbuckles, soaking in the cheers with wily grins before handing their tag titles away to CK.

Zack: We heard earlier tonight that Steph Stefano was escorted out of the arena, otherwise she’s usually ringside for the Fair with Christian. We don’t know what’s going on there, but the new Unity Champions, I’m sure, can function fine with just Christian at ringside with them.

Erica: The Fair did just fine at Velocity without the assistance of anyone. They’re more than capable of being that team again tonight. Though it is incredibly strange that Steph was escorted out of the arena.

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…...no one came out. And the music stops from there, with the lights going back to normal.

Zack: This is new. That was certainly your sister’s music, but she didn’t come out for the match. I’m not sure what’s going on here.

Erica: ...Well that is certainly not like her. At all.

Zack: I’m being told that they are going to try it again. Maybe she was a little late getting to the curtain. Give it another shot, Maggie.

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 no one came out again. The arena lights came back to normal once more.

Maggie: Introducing their partner, hailing from Edinburgh Scotland, by way of Derry, Northern Ireland, weighing one-hundred-and-twenty-seven-pounds, she is “The Living Firework” JOOOOO McFAAAAARLANE!

Zack: I’m not sure what’s going on here. Do you think that she was jumped in the back? I wouldn’t put it past the Franchise.

Erica: I don’t know. I mean...it’s possible. She’s definitely here; we came together like we usually do. So this is just...I don’t get it.

Zack: I’m now being told we are going to start this match, and we have some of our production team on the hunt backstage to find Jo.

Erica: Well they better friggin’ find her soon or she’s gonna have some kind of Hell to pay in the morning! From more than a couple of people!

Referee Melinda Davis checks all five of the women in the ring after Maggie exits to the floor. She calls for the bell as Mel & Bianca immediately take off towards the Fair, causing an impromptu tornado tag match to unfold. Mel and Raquel square off with rapid fire blows aimed at one another’s head, while Bianca and Mickey trade shots as well. As Davis tried to separate Mel and Raquel, Bianca stops Mickey’s offense with a low blow that brings her to her knees. The “Typhoon” then fires right hands into her head before bouncing off the near side with a boot to the jaw that sends Scarborough down on the canvas. Salvador kicks her out of the ring as the Storm focus on Raquel next. They fire her into the corner, with Bianca dealing a corner clothesline before moving out of the way before Mel blasts her with a running elbow smash across the mouth. Davis tries to get one of them out of the ring, meanwhile Savannah stands alone in her team’s corner.

Zack: This isn’t a tornado rules match, but I don’t think the Storm gives a damn! The referee is trying to get either Mel or Bianca out of the ring, and Savannah….well, she’s been in the corner the whole time.

Erica: Mel and Bianca acting as they have doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, for a few reasons. One being that’s who they are and the other being what happened a week past Thursday. Savannah not getting involved is unusual though, given that the team are supposedly on one page.

Davis finally starts to get Mel out of the ring, until Mickey makes it back inside the ropes. Avilo shoves past the referee, and catches Scarborough with a running knee as she’s coming through the ropes. A furious barrage of forearms beats her down to the mat before Bianca joins her. The pair pull Scarborough back to her feet, and whip her across for the ride. A pair of back elbows meets her on the rebound before the Storm start stomping Mickey, while the crowd does nothing but boo. Meanwhile, Savannah remains in the corner as she’s supposed to.

Erica: We were almost there with getting some kind of order back in this match, but Mel clearly isn’t interested in that. Seems like the only person actively interested in a proper match at all right now is Savannah.

Zack: And that’s something you don’t expect to say. Savannah Taylor is staying in the corner, but I mean at least it’s even with just the Storm and the Fair right now.

As the Storm are about to pull Mickey up, Raquel charges them both and catches Mel with a chop block to the back of her leg. It brings her down to her knees before Fair delivers a knee into the side of her head. When Bianca turns around towards her, Raquel bounces off the near side and catches her with a flying shoulder tackle that takes her down too. The duo pull Mel to her feet, and send her across with an Irish whip as well. Only they follow behind her so when she bounces back, a double dropkick from them both sends her over the top rope to the floor. The crowd gets back into it as Mickey heads for the corner, while Raquel focuses on Bianca.

Zack: The referee might have lost control early, but the Unity Champions have regained it, I’d say! Now we got two legal women in this match, and Mel can go back to her corner with Savannah, who didn’t participate in any of that.

Erica: And good for Savannah for being that woman in all this. Though I must admit this whole thing is quite disorienting early on with everything that’s happened.

Fair grabs Bianca as she’s getting to her feet, catching her with a short knee to the ribs to double her over. She fires her into the far corner, and takes off with a corner senton that drops Bianca to a seat against the turnbuckles. Raquel heads back for the far corner, waves her arm over her head, and takes off into a bronco buster as she bounces up and down on Bianca’s chest before rolling back to her feet. She dragged the former Unity Champion by the leg towards her corner, and made the tag to Mickey who immediately headed up to the top rope. Raquel grabbed her while she was up there, and threw her into a splash onto Bianca before she hooked the leg for the cover.

Erica: Raquel’s been all but on top of Bianca since we got this match sorted, and we’ve now got the first cover of the night!

ONE!!!

TW-NOPE!!

The blonde kicked out before the two struck, and Mickey got back to her feet. She pulled Bianca’s feet under both arms, and fell backwards with a catapult. Salvador’s head struck the top turnbuckle in the Fair’s corner before Mickey made a tag. Raquel stepped back in as they hoisted Bianca up onto their shoulders, and dropped backwards with a tandem electric chair before Mickey rolled out.

Zack: Bianca may be regretting that little jump attack to start this match now, and the Fair are making some quick tags in and out here.

Erica: They’re gonna have to at this point in time! Still no sign of little sister and the freshest person in the match, even right now, is on the other team! This actually helps them.

Bianca tried to head for her corner on all fours before Raquel grabbed her by the trunks, and pulled her back to her feet. A trio of kidney punches froze the blonde up before Raquel scooped her up for a back suplex to the canvas. She took off towards the ropes, using them for an Asai moonsault followed by a hook of the leg for a cover. Davis slid into position quickly.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOPE!!

Zack: I’ll give it to the Fair, they are taking care of business out here in what is ostensibly a handicap match at the moment.

Bianca kicked out again before Raquel got back to her feet. She looked like she was about to go tag Mickey back in until she noticed Bianca heading for her team’s corner as well. Salvador got to her feet as Raquel grabbed her foot. The “Typhoon” turned into her and hopped on one foot before connecting with an enzuigiri to the back of Raquel’s head that dropped them both to the mat.

Erica: You can call that a move of desperation from the blonde half of the former champs, that’s for sure! In any case, it might be the break Bianca needs.

Zack: The “Typhoon” needed a break, to be sure. She might be best suited to head for the corner sooner than later.

Bianca rolled over onto her stomach, and began to head towards her corner once more. Mickey pounded the turnbuckle trying to rally the crowd to get Raquel up and moving. By the time she was starting to stir though, Bianca had made it to the Franchise corner and tagged in Savannah. She stepped in, measuring as Raquel was beginning to get up. As soon as she did, Taylor bounced off the near side with a running knee lift to the face. It shot Raquel up for a half second before Savannah snatched her around the waist for a belly to belly suplex. She immediately dropped a knee into Raquel’s back, and applied a rear chinlock to bend her backwards.

Erica: Like I said, Savannah is the freshest person in this match and she’s using that to her advantage by letting rip on Raquel!

Zack: I’ve just been informed that...seriously? Jo McFarlane’s locker room is empty, and that she’s left the DCU Center here in Worcester!

Erica: ...I’m sorry, did you just say that Jo is not here? As in, she’s buggered off? WHAT THE HELL JOSEPHINE?!

Mickey resumed trying to rally the crowd as Savannah kept the hold applied on her partner. The referee asked Raquel if she wanted to quit, and got a clear no to that question. The chants for Fair were growing louder as Raquel pushed one of Savannah’s fingers into her mouth in the chinlock, and bit into it. It caused Savannah to yelp in pain, and break the hold to look at her finger. Meanwhile, Raquel struggled back to her feet. Taylor went to spin her around before Raquel began peppering her with rights and lefts. It wobbled the blonde a moment before she got pulled into a front facelock. It looked like she was going for a DDT, but Savannah drove her backwards into a neutral corner. It knocked the wind out of her, and Taylor scooped her up to sit on the top turnbuckle. She climbed up with her, and executed a superplex from the top rope. A cover followed that before Davis dropped into position.

Zack: A ring-shaking superplex off the top rope, and the “Las Vegas Siren” may be about to bring it home for the Franchise!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Mickey broke up the fall with a low dropkick to Taylor that sent her rolling off the cover before the three struck. The referee ushered her back out of the ring, and Savannah got back to her feet.

Erica: Mickey acting in the nick of time to save her partner there, not that you can blame her for that! Last thing they need right now is this!

Raquel finally made it to her feet before Savannah came in from behind, and planted her with a reverse Frankensteiner! The Unity Champion crumpled to the canvas before Savannah delivered a double stomp to her lower back before planting her foot and grabbing both arms behind her for a standing surfboard. She pulled back further on her arms to increase the pressure before she switched hands, and had Raquel’s arms making an X behind her in the hold.

Zack: That modified surfboard is doing terrible things to Raquel’s back, and she desperately needs to make a tag. I am still baffled to hear that Jo McFarlane has left the DCU Center. She was here earlier, something...something has to have gone wrong.

Erica: If something is that badly wrong, I kinda figured she might tell me about it first. That’s why there’s always two of us at shows. But yes. That surfboard. And the lack of a tag. I’m...yeah, slightly all over the place here. Sorry guys.

The referee dropped back down in front of Raquel, checking to see if she wanted to stop the match. But the Unity Champion showed that she didn’t, even though her face was etched with pain. Savannah tried to increase the pressure further, this time arching her own back to pull Raquel’s arms more. It didn’t last long though before Mickey came back in. Taylor looked towards her just as she fed her a superkick that dropped the blonde to the mat. Davis got Mickey back in her corner again as she reached over the top rope, shouting for Raquel to make the tag.

Zack: Raquel desperately needs to get to her corner! She has taken a load of punishment from the Franchise, especially Savannah! If she doesn’t make it soon, I don’t think she can last much longer!

Erica: I’m honestly surprised at this point she’s lasted as long as she has! Even the most resilient wrestlers would have admitted defeat by now.

Christian tried to get Raquel’s attention when she raised her head off the mat. He pointed towards her corner, trying to encourage her to get over to Mickey, Meanwhile, Savannah was also beginning to move towards her corner. But the Siren was much quicker to do so than Raquel. She made it shortly there, and made the tag to Mel. Raquel inched closer and closer to her corner as Mel rushed the ring, darting across and clobbering Mickey off the corner with a forearm to the mouth. Raquel reached for the tag, only to find no one was there. She then scooped Raquel up, and delivered a backbreaker across her knee before dropping down to make the cover. Davis moved immediately to count.

Zack: More damage to the back, and Mel’s gonna pick up the scraps here!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Raquel managed to get her shoulder up in time as Mickey climbed back onto the apron, more fired up than before now as she shouted at her partner. Mel pulled Raquel to her feet, and lifted her off the mat with a bearhug.

Erica: Mel’s power advantage is coming into it now, and at the rate it’s going, Raquel’s spine is going to resemble a marshmallow by the end of this match!

Raquel’s face showed even more anguish as Mel tightened her grip, then shook her like a leaf briefly. Fair slumped over her shoulder before the referee began to raise her hand. It dropped once, then twice. When she raised it the second time though, Raquel boxed Mel’s ears. It stunned her, and Fair did it twice more before she was able to slip free of her grip. Avilo stumbled backwards and dropped to a knee before Raquel darted towards her with a bionic elbow that drops Mel to the mat. She fell into the cover from there!!

Zack: There’s the SHIMMERING WITCH!! Raquel’s gonna pull it out after all!!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Mel kicked out before the three came down, and Raquel started heading for her corner again with the crowd solidly supporting her to get there. Mel started to move next, though her face showed she was still fairly dazed. Fair inched closer to her corner to reach for the tag before Bianca came in, and went to nail Mickey! But Scarborough vaulted over the top rope, catching Bianca with a clothesline before unloading with furious right hands to her head!

Erica: Raquel went looking for a tag, Bianca decided she wasn’t having that and Mickey decided “well no, to hell with you!” Which...oddly seems appropriate for everything right now.

Raquel didn’t get to make the tag, and instead leaned against the bottom rope to try to pull herself together. Mickey rolled to her feet, and fired Bianca into a neutral corner. Salvador struck hard as Mickey barreled in with an avalanche splash before hooking her head to follow up with a running bulldog.

Zack: Mickey couldn’t stand by and watch this anymore, and she’s taking the fight to Bianca! Neither one of them are legal though, and you can tell Raquel’s been through it!

Erica: I mean, it’s not like we didn’t already know that Mel is far from the workhorse of the Storm and it’s great to see Raquel finally catching a break. But this is only gonna lead to potential disqualification.

Raquel started to get to her feet, and went to grab Mel as she was getting up. That was when Savannah darted across, catching Raquel by surprise her with her corkscrew neckbreaker. She immediately rolled out on the other side before Mel scooped her opponent to her feet. And then she connected with her gutwrench driver before dropping into the cover!

Zack: THE GAMBLE….AND THE MEL-BOMB!!

Erica: All for Raquel to go for it but Mel was just that bit faster there!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mickey tried to break it up, only to get a low blow kick from Bianca as the referee was watching the pin instead.

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

The boos rained from the Massachusetts crowd as Bianca went to help Mel to her feet. Savannah joined them before the referee raised their hands in victory.

Maggie: Here are your winners by pinfall…...SAVANNAH TAYLOR and the BRAZILIAN STORM…..THE FRANCHISE!!!

Zack: Let’s call this what it is, a handicap match! I don’t have a clue where Jo McFarlane is or what caused her to leave the arena! Be that as it may, the Franchise has knocked off the Unity Champions!

Erica: I would say it’s about time that they managed it...but given the circumstances I don’t feel okay with saying that. At all. That was...not a good match to watch.

Mel and Bianca looked over to see Mickey, and started to head towards her as though they were going to do more damage. However, Savannah rolled out of the ring and began to head up the ramp. This seemed to befuddle the Storm before they followed after her.

Erica: Savannah really doesn’t seem interested in celebrating that right now, and that’s also quite unusual. Handicap match or not, that was still a big win for The Franchise, and one that they needed.

Zack: There’s a whole lot more questions than answers here, folks! Maybe we’ll get some kind of clarity at Velocity! The Franchise reigns tonight!

Christian went to check on his team as Savannah disappeared to the back with Mel & Bianca following suit amid boos from the crowd. Breaking Point faded off the air.
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