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FFW Velocity - January 24, 2019

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Live from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado
January 24, 2019


A couple is shown sitting on the sofa playing video games, particularly the newest FFW game as we see it’s Rose Gardner and her boyfriend. “Shotcaller” by Taio Cruz begins to play in the background. On the screen, they are playing a match between Artemis Kaiser and Miko Ayano before it fades to a shot of the two actually facing. The next shot is Savannah Taylor applying her favorite submission. Another flash into “Killer B” Bianca Reed climbing up onto the turnbuckle and flipping off her sunglasses to the crowd. Next we see Missy and Scarlett Silver giving each other a hip bump while O.E. is trying to get her Pokemon cards back from Emma Mackenzie.

As Rose and Alex continue to play, he starts to get the better of her in a tag match on the screen between KO/TO and the Gold Standard. The shot changes to a real one of Kyle raising Valerie and Lacey’s hands in victory. Kelly Kincaid takes off down the ramp towards the ring in another shot, leaping over the camera as she does so. Nevaeh Summers connects with a moonsault in the next clip before we head back to the couple on the couch.

Rose gives Alex a long look with a quirked eyebrow before she reaches forward and “accidentally” hits the reset button. But as he’s about to protest, we cut back to clips starting with Isis and Valentina giving each other a grin. Caitlyn Storm is then shown connecting with a superkick. The next shot is NHB rallying the crowd before we we see Riley Savell rolling her head on her shoulders. Back in the living room, Rose turns the channel just as the Velocity logo flashes across the screen, and then we head directly to the live show. The crowd roars as they see themselves on television, while spotlights shine all throughout the arena. Katherine Grayson heads for the ring with a smile on her face while “Shotcaller” starts to fade out.





The show heads to the ring just as Kat Grayson is stepping through the ropes with her microphone in hand. She begins with a smile on her face.

Kat: The opening contest of Velocity is scheduled for one fall.

Zack: Hello, everyone! And welcome to a jam packed Pepsi Center here in the Mile High City of Denver, Colorado! You’ve chosen an outstanding night to join us as we continue on the road to the second annual Fury Pay Per View! I’m Zack Hudson, joined as always by Mai Hotaru.

Mai: Have I mentioned how disgusting I find it to be in the actual home city of Chris Strike? Because it is….and I do.

Pink and purple lights start floating around the arena as "Bye Bye Bye" starts blaring through the speakers. Chasity Grace Holt and two other women step through the curtain. The three ladies are glancing around the arena as the crowd shows the some respect.

Kat: Being accompanied to the ring by Toni Beasley and Josy Dawkins, from Sarasota, Florida, representing The Prodigies, this is Chasity Grace Holt

The three ladies walk down the ramp as Chasity is the first one who enters the ring. The other two remain on the floor as Chasity walks around inside just hyping herself up.

Mai: I have to tell you that the Prodigies are growing on me. These girls are as tightknit as they come, and do everything together! I knew a couple twin ribbinacle students who were the same way. Those were the days, Zack!

Zack: Your sordid sex life aside, the Prodigies have been making an impression since they arrived. All you need do is ask Bianca Salvador and Caitlyn Storm, not to mention Angel about that.

The dance beats of DJ Cutman's "I"m The Boss" blare through the sound system as lights blink in white, baby blue and purple. Skipping and bopping to the beat, Rose Gardner comes out from the back, opening her arms in an airplane stance as she reaches the top of the ramp, stopping and staring into the crowd. She then makes her way down the ramp, highfiving as many fans as possible in the way. As the chorus of the music approaches, she darts to the ring and hops onto the second rope, showing off for the crowd, pointing to herself with her two thumbs as the lyrics say...

I'm the boss!
I'm the boss!
I'm very, very sorry for your loss!
I'm the boss!
I'm the boss!
And just in case I didn't get the point across
I'M THE BOSS!


Kat: Introducing first/And her opponent, from World 8-8, standing at 5'4"... ROSE GARDNER!!!

Poison then removes her sunglasses and throws it into the audience for some fan before hopping down to the ring and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Zack: You’ll not find too many Future Shock graduates who motivate and get the fans fired up as much as does Rose Gardner.

Mai: Yeah, that’s because most of her fans are virgins who only read comic books and see a naked woman on PornHub, Zack.

Referee Melinda Davis checked both girls for any hidden objects, and called for the bell as soon as Kat was out of the ring. Chasity cracked her knuckles, and headed out for the center to raise her hand for what looked to be a test of strength. Rose glanced around at the crowd, and then joined her. The cosplayer glanced up to her hand as Chasity told her to grab it, which Rose began to raise her hand to do. But instead, she surprised the newcomer with a waistlock into a belly to belly overhead suplex. Chasity hopped to her feet, only to get caught in a second one. A third time she got dropped the same way before she rolled into the ropes to get away from Rose for a moment.

Zack: Whatever plan Chasity had in mind to start this match didn’t quite pan out for her, did it? Rose doesn’t play other peoples’ games, she prefers her own.

Mai: She only did it that way because she knew she wouldn’t be able to overpower Chasity at all. That’s what happens when you are a runt.

Rose grinned as she moved back to the center of the ring, and held up her hand for a test of strength. Holt didn’t look remotely pleased with it as she moved forward, and started to reach up...then kicked Rose in the gut before using a snapmare to take her down to the mat. She pushed Rose forward, and started delivering knees into her back relentlessly, then bounced off the near side in front of her with a low dropkick to the chest. Chasity mounted her, and unloaded with punishing right hands until the referee told her to get off of Rose.

Zack: Chasity doesn’t take it well when her plans go asunder, and she’s making Rose suffer as a result of it. Those right hands will leave some marks in the morning.

Mai: Sadly none of them will hit her hard enough for me to like her or her dumbass fiance anymore than I already do. Which is none at all now.

Chasity pulled her to her feet, and spun her around for a kidney shot that froze her where she stood. She quickly grabbed her head for a running bulldog into the middle turnbuckle that dropped the cosplayer to her knees. The newcomer took off for the far side, and came back with a running knee strike into the back of her head that smashed it against the middle turnbuckle. Holt turned to the crowd, none of whom were supporting her other than Toni and Josi at ringside. They applauded and encouraged her until she noticed Rose was getting back to her feet.

Zack: You can grandstand and ask for crowd support after the match is over, not that she’ll get it then. She’s already taking Rose lightly.

Mai: And why shouldn’t she? I mean it’s just Rose. It’s not like it’s anyone important she’s in the ring with, let’s be honest here.

Rose finally got back to her feet, only to turn into an arm trap followed by three quick headbutts to the face. Chasity then snatched her up into a belly to back bridging suplex before Davis slid into position to make the count.

Mai: I think she calls that a BREAST POCKET SUPLEX!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOPE!!!

Rose quickly kicked out at two, causing Chasity to roll back to her feet. She pulled her up by the hair, and fired a few European uppercuts into her chin before she whipped her across for the ride.

Zack: Like her or not, Chasity is staying right on top of Rose for the moment. And that’s what she needs to do, and there’s the Irish whip.

Rose rebounded into a back elbow to the jaw, only for Holt to snatch her around the waist from behind and throw her with a belly to back overhead suplex. But Rose landed on her feet as Chasity turned back to the crowd again, not realizing what happened.

Mai: Uhh….Chasity! She didn’t land quite like you had hoped! You might want to turn around! On second thought, maybe not!

Zack: With catlike agility, Rose landed on her feet! Turn around, Chasity! There’s a surprise waiting on you!

Toni and Josi told her to turn around, which she did right into a dropkick to the chest from Rose. It sent Holt stumbling backwards until Rose grabbed her head for a facebuster in the center of the ring. The fans got much louder now as “Poison” took off for the ropes, and came back with a rolling senton across her chest. She nipped up to her feet as Chasity moved towards the corner to get away from her. But that didn’t work too well as Rose took off towards her with a handspring into an enzuigiri to the back of her head. Holt collapsed face down on the mat before Rose pulled her out of the corner and went for the cover.

Zack: One big time SONIC SPIN, and that may be all she wrote for the Prodigy here in Denver tonight!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOPE!!

Holt got her shoulder up in time before the three, and Rose rolled off the cover. Both Toni and Josi on the outside were trying to rally their girl as Rose headed for the corner again. She hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside to deliver a leg drop, but Chasity rolled out of the way.

Mai: Now that’s great ring awareness, Zack, from a second generation wrestler like Chasity. Problem is Rose has a bubble butt, so it probably didn’t hurt missing her.

Chasity started to get back to her feet, a look of irritation on her face as she dragged Rose up with her. A few forearms to the head landed before Holt surprised her with a slingshot headscissors takedown. Both her allies on the floor applauded that before she headed for the far side, waving Rose to get back to her feet.

Mai: Wasn’t that pretty, Zack: She calls that HIGHWAY 1! And I’m not sure what she’s leading up to here, but I’ll enjoy watching Rose take it.

Zack: You got me. I’m not positive what she has in mind either, but whatever it is won’t be to Rose’s liking. I’m sure of that.

Rose crawled towards the ropes, and began to use them to get to her feet. Chasity watched her like a hawk, and then took off towards her. She left her feet as she got close, but Rose grabbed her around the waist and countered with a stun gun across the top rope. The newcomer hit the mat, gasping for breath as Rose got back to her feet and began to unzip her body suit.

Mai: Not this part, I hate this part! Unless she’s naked under there, I don’t give a crap what she’s wearing underneath that thing.

Zack: She usually does this under the ring, but it looks like a transformation is in process. The question is to what or who?!

Rose shucked off the body suit to show a black skin tight PVC bodysuit. She pulled a cowl over her head with cat ears on top before licking her hand as if it were a paw.

Zack: That’s CATWOMAN!!

Chasity began to get to her feet before Rose slashed at her face with her fingernails. She then delivered her back hook swinging reverse DDT before making the cover! The fans were on their feet as the referee slid into position to make the count.

Zack: POISON BUSTER BY A CAT LIKE NO OTHER!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Mai: Have I mentioned how much I hate cosplaying? This is ridiculous!

Toni and Jos bolted into the ring just as Rose rolled out on the other side to avoid them. A smirk formed on her face as the referee raised her hand on the outside. She gave the trio a “Meow” before it was made official.

Kat: Here’s your winner by pinfall……………….’POISON’ ROSE GARDNER!!

Zack: Rose Gardner has picked up an impressive win as she heads towards Fury to go one on one with----LACEY!!

Rose didn’t notice Lacey emerge at the top of the ramp. As the cosplayer looked at the three in the ring, Lacey blindsided her with a running high knee to the back of her head. It sent her forward before the redhead drove her headfirst into the barricade, dropping her to her knees in the process as the fans booed her.

Mai: Now this is a post match celebration I can get behind. She has this coming anyway, Zack. Give it to her, Lacey!

The redhead dragged Rose to her feet, and delivered her swinging reverse STO. It drove Rose face first into the floor before Lacey got back to her feet. The Denver crowd continued to boo loudly as she dusted her hands off, and started to sashay back up the ramp.

Zack: So much for Rose’s boyfriend’s cosplay not getting under her skin, huh? That’s disgusting, and I’m positive she’s going to regret that come Fury...if not sooner!

As the trainers came out to check on Rose still on the floor, that was when Velocity took it’s first commercial break.




Casey Saves All

The Choir filed out onto stage and formed up in ranks before there was the sound of a pitch pipe and the assembled members of Casey’s Congregation began to sing “She’s Got The Whole World In Her Hands”. As they sang, their leader and FFW’s Saviour Casey Atherton stepped out onto the stage in her customary all white outfit, almost seeming to glow in the spotlight. The red haired wrestler flashed a wide smile to the crowd and began to head down the entrance ramp towards the ring, offering blessings to the crowd even as they booed her. Climbing up the ring steps, Casey stepped through the ropes and retrieved a microphone. The Choir finished their rendition and Atherton waited for a couple of moments for the loudly booing crowd to quieten down.

Casey: Firstly Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to thank you all for your warm welcome tonight and for your kindness and generosity this evening in helping my Mission with your donations. Like I always say, every penny and every single dollar helps to save another soul. To that end Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d also like to take this opportunity right now to officially announce the launch of my own brand new app for all major smartphones - available on Android through the Play Store, iOs on the App Store and even on Windows mobile - if people still have those. It’s an opportunity for you to get my wisdom and my teachings delivered straight to your pocket every single day in bite sized chunks and you can also donate directly to my Mission through the app.

She nodded her head with a satisfied smile on her face.

Casey: I’m sure you’re just aching to download it, but if you can delay for just a moment as I have a promise to keep. At Breaking Point in Utah a few days ago, I told you all how I have been snubbed by Nevaeh Summers. How I have helped save her from her demons and she has neglected to mention the part I have played in her redemption… that she has relied solely on her friends and her fans to rediscover her faith. At Breaking Point, I promised you all that tonight I would present proof of my role in helping her turn over a new leaf and that exactly what I plan to do. Right here. Right no--

Nevaeh: NO!

The crowd begins buzzing as Casey and her group seem startled at first till they turn to the stage and out comes Nevaeh Summers. Nevaeh is dressed in her wrestling gear as she stares out to the ring, shaking her head at Casey and her entire choir.

Nevaeh: No, no, no. I thought I had told you at Breaking Point that you needed to stop with this. That this whole ordeal is ridiculous. Yet you still come out here and you actually plan on going through with this farce? I have a big match tonight against a very skilled opponent. I have been trying to get ready for this match, but yet I have you out here trying to pull whatever it is you’re trying to pull.

Nevaeh looked at Casey with a stern glare, her tone getting more firm as she spoke

Nevaeh: I’m sick of this already Casey. You say you have proof? Well that’s just some damn interesting news to me. What proof do you have that I owe you a damn thing? Huh? I’m here so go ahead and show us all what proof you supposedly have.

Casey grinned like the cat that had gotten the cream at Summers.

Casey: Of course, My Child. There’s no need to drag this out when you have an important match tonight. Would the people in the Production Truck kindly honor Ms. Summer’s request and play the tape? Thank you.

As the lights drop, the video wall comes to life to show a young brunette woman wearing a Britney Spears t-shirt underneath a tan leather jacket, looking ever so slightly nervous as she had a notepad resting on her cross legs.

Brunette: Hi! Everyone!! I’m here with a really special guest today to talk about her life and her work and events in her life recently. She is a former FFW Champion, an FFW Hall of Famer and considered to be one of the greatest wrestlers in the world… Nevaeh Summers!!! Like… OMG…. I’m just a little bit starstruck right now, you know.

Nevaeh smiled and put her hand up

Nevaeh: Don’t be and that introduction was way too kind. Thank you for having me today. I look forward to this

There was an obvious edit as the camera cut back to the brunette who was still smiling widely even as she looked down at her notes and then back up to the subject of her interview.

Brunette: So moving on to more recent times… you’ve turned over a new leaf and I guess some people could say that you’re seeking redemption. You’ve mentioned that faith has played a role in that. Could you expand up that maybe?

The camera now cut to show a very serious and thoughtful looking Nevaeh

Nevaeh: I just was in a bad place mentally after last year. I didn’t know what the future held for me. I had no clue if I’d ever get back to wrestling in FFW again or being able to show I wasn’t the screw-up I had come across as. But thankfully I had people to lean on that really helped me get through it.

Brunette: And can you… would you be prepared to name those people? Or do they prefer to live in the shadows with secret identities?

The interviewer let out a very short laugh before falling silent for Nev to answer. We cut now to a perplexed looking Nevaeh

Nevaeh: Casey Atherton

The camera now seemed to cut from Nevaeh looking perplexed to now a more beaming Nevaeh

Nevaeh: Yeah no doubt she really came through for me. Never gave up on me in any way. Like there were times I felt I was bugging her but she always told me I could count on her and that she’d answer my calls. She’s an amazing person.

There was cut back to interviewer - close up, her face dominating the picture so nothing in the background could be seen.

Brunette: So Casey was like a real mentor to you? A driving force behind your turn around to getting to where you are today. You could even go so far as to call her a Saviour?

Nevaeh looked to be pondering

Nevaeh: I have never really thought it out like that but yeah...yeah I think that be very fair to say.

Again there was an extreme close up of the interviewer as she asked her next question.

Brunette: And because of that would you encourage people to donate very generously to her ongoing Mission so that she can save more lost souls like yourself?

Nevaeh was smiling and nodding her head as it cut back to her.

Nevaeh: Oh absolutely. No doubt about that.

Nevaeh was now seen laughing as we cut back to the interviewer. This time it showed the interviewer sat in the chair as she looked down at the notepad.

Brunette: I… I think that’s covered everything...ALMOST everything.

The girl looked nervous for a moment.

Brunette: I… I wouldn’t normally do this, it’s not exactly professional so ya know...but just between us coz my boss would go Nuts…. Can I get a selfie? And maybe an autograph?

Nevaeh laughed some more

Nevaeh: Not a problem. Whatever you want. This was alot of fun.

As the interview stopped playing, the lights inside the Arena came back up to show Casey grinning even wider, holding the microphone to her lips. Nevaeh meanwhile stared at the screen with her mouth ajar, looking stunned at what she just saw.

Casey: There you go, Ladies and Gentlemen, people watching around the world. Straight from Nevaeh Summers mouth to your ears. I promised you proof and I have delivered. And with that irrefutable, undeniable proof, I’m sure Ms. Summers will stop trying to deny the truth and will wish to go prepare for her match.

Nevaeh lowered her head and was trying to process still what she had just seen. Nevaeh began shaking her head as she slowly turned to look back at the ring

Nevaeh: That..that’s not how that went. I..I wasn’t talking about you. I wasn’t talking about you at all. How did you know about that interview? That’s not what I said at all. You…

Casey: THE TRUTH was sent to me by an aspiring young journalist who couldn’t believe her ears and merely wanted THE TRUTH to come out. She wanted the whole word to hear your words; your true feelings about me and my Mission. It’s okay Nev. You can come out of the closet. You can embrace your position in my congregation. It doesn’t change who you are - people will only think more of you if you admit, if you stop lying about the impact I’ve had upon your life. And I’m sure you won’t be ostracised as a weird cult member, you’ll still be accepted as one of the cool kids. Just say it Nev. Just tell the truth. “I’m Nevaeh Summers and I said every word you’ve just seen in that interview.”

Nevaeh just stared at casey with a frazzled expression. She spoke with a very emotional tone

Nevaeh: I didn’t say that. That wasn’t how that interview went. I did that interview this week. You got brought up one time and that was in passing. I never said anything about owing you anything. None of that was truth. That was doctored. I never said anything about you saving me. I have nothing to do with you you freaking nutjob!

There was a slow sad shake of the red haired Saviours head.

Casey: Confronted with her own words and still she denies it. It’s okay My Child. We still love you. We still accept you as one of our own. We will support you. I will help you fight these demons and embrace your destiny to become all that you can be; to become a role model for many millions. We believe in you.

As if on cue, the choir chimed in, parroting Casey as they chanted as one “We. Believe. In. You!!” Nevaeh shook her head as she seemed very upset and weirded out by the whole scene going on before her

Nevaeh: You’re all out of your damn minds. I’m not a part of whatever it is you’re doing. I didn’t say anything in that interview praising you. I am not one of you! You leave me the hell alone Casey. I’m warning you!

Nevaeh dropped the microphone and yelled out “LEAVE ME ALONE” - the choir replied as one “We believe in You” - . Nevaeh waved her hand at them in disgust as she now backtracked and headed backstage in a hurry. There was a look of immense disappointment on Casey’s face as she watched the blonde retreat.



Mrs. 2 Time

The next show takes us to the back, and sat on a pedestal are two plaques both with the same name on them. Those would be the Femme Fatale of the Year and Most Popular Of The Year awards in FFW. As the shot puls back, there we find the reigning 2 time FFW Champion Leona Vega and her manager, Christian Kincaid, admiring them.

Christian: Well now, aren’t those great looking? Your name in gold and everything, from the FFW faithful around the world. Congratulations, champ!

Leona snickers with the remark as she adjusts the FFW Championship belt that she carries over a shoulder.

Leona: I mean… You know… Two-time Femme of the Year, two-time Most Popular of the Year… Either two is my lucky number, or I’m on to something here.

The champion admires all the awards around her - the trophies AND the championship belt - and sighs.

Leona: But with all of this, it can get easy to lose sight of the bigger picture. The audience… The FFW Faithful… They gave me these awards as an acknowledgment of everything I did last year, and that I’ve done throughout my career. There’s no such thing as having “made it”. These awards are a clear message to me that I have to keep going. Keep fighting the good fight. Keep inspiring the people to keep coming back. It’s always a work in progress, but to have the acknowledgment of the public for the work you’ve done… Oh man, there’s nothing better.

Christian: What did you think about your former tag partner winning the Most Hated of the Year? Talk about really divergent paths. She seemed as happy to win hers as you are winning yours.

Leona shakes her head.

Leona: It’s a shame that it had to happen that way. My… two former partners have taken similar routes. This whole idea of trying to grab the attention of the masses by being hated by them. And if that’s how they want it to work, well… More power to them, I guess. But that’s ultimately not how I want to lead my career.

Leona looks at the FFW Championship’s center plate and sighs.

Leona: I want to be known as a warrior. Someone who never backs down. Not as a rogue who goes out of her way to disappoint the audiences. I have been part of the wrestling industry since the day I was born, and if I could take only one, ONLY ONE of all of my father’s teachings, it’s that everything we do inside the ring, we do it for them. The audiences. The crowd. There’s no point in the grind, the fight, the drive to be acknowledged as the best in the world, if not for them.

Christian: What matters here though is you, because you’re the one everyone keeps eyeballing. I mean you heard Artemis at Breaking Point. She’s already setting sights on becoming FFW Champion at some point. Obviously there’s Emma and Jo lingering and waiting for their shot. And then, of course, Shaw at Fury. But you got past her and Kaoru at Unstoppable 9...so if you can defeat both of them, I like your chances one on one.

Leona: They’ll all be happy to know that I’m ready for them. They can bring it. Send me their best and their worst, because I’m not afraid of going to war with any of them. I’ve been face to face with the end of my career far too many times, and it’s not a handful of actually good wrestlers that are going to make me run away from a good fight.

That’s when Leona turns to the camera, and then lifts the FFW Championship belt up and shows it to the audience.

Leona: If you all want this so bad, you know who to find and where to look at. I’ll be ready when you do. This year starts with Shaughnessy O’Neill, and will go through each and every single challenger that wants a piece of me and this hunk of gold. Because as you all know… I’m a warrior. And warriors aren’t afraid of death itself. And, hey…

The champion snickers.

Leona: I’ve defended a championship 12 times in a row before. Who’s to say I can’t do that again?

Christian nods in agreement with that, and collects both of her awards and hands them to her as they head off camera before the show goes to commercial.




More Than A Little Gloating

As the show returns, the camera opens with the back of a large wicker chair inside a gazebo located in an undisclosed island in the Caribbean. As the camera moves closer and goes around the chair, a female voice is heard in the background.

El triunfo de una mujer superior es siempre tan sagrado.
Sabiendo que he ganado mi resultado es cierto
Sin embargo, el camino tiene más obstáculos por delante.
Pero no sabe que estoy listo para aplastarlos también.

The triumph of a superior woman is ever so sacred
Knowing that I’ve earned my outcome stands true
However, the road has more tough obstacles ahead
But it doesn’t know that I’m ready to crush them too.


Just then, as the camera reaches the front of the wicker chair, it shows Valentina Lozano sitting elegantly upon it, with one leg crossed over the other, and holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Behind her, is an open view of the majestic ocean being treated by clear skies and a sunny outlook.

Valentina: Did you miss me? Don’t kid yourselves because we both know the answer to that one. I’m the one woman in FFW you can’t seem to get enough of and, for damn sure, can’t stop talking about.

Valentina giggles while placing some of her long hair behind her ear before speaking again.

Valentina: I could ask how your holidays were and how your New Year is going. But that would mean that I actually gave a damn about you. Besides there’s nothing you have done or could ever do that will top anything that I have done, though the thought of you overindulging yourselves with food with no shame of your already grossed out appearances, admiring those second-hand gifts with phony humility and making New Year’s resolutions that you end up breaking within the first minute after the clock struck twelve could be comically entertaining to me….not.

Valentina gives a slight eye roll, showing how mundane the comment she just made was as she continues to look at the camera.

Valentina: So be thankful that I, in the kindness of my heart, am giving you what you’ve been craving for, seeing this vision of perfection on your TV screens once again and having the relief of knowing that the time for my return to the FFW ring is imminent. Ready to capitalize on a fairly satisfying 2018 I’ve made for myself. Just like that extremely talented woman who made history at last years Global Wars PPV when she not only was one half of the team that won this past year’s Global Wars competition, but is the first and ONLY woman in FFW to win that said competition two years in a row. Who was that woman again?

Valentina looks around, seeking to find the answer that made her pause to think about. However deep inside, she knew exactly where she was going with this, which is evident by her looking back at the camera with her trademark confident smirk.

Valentina: It was me! And you want to know what makes this so much fun; I TOLD you all this was going to happen, not once but TWICE. I made history in FFW that can never be taken away. Ever since that night, I’ve been kicking back and enjoying all of your reactions. You know who you are. All those who constantly pray for my humiliation and downfall having to eat crow yet again.

Valentina immediately perks up with amusement as she was very much delighted to let people know how wrong they were about her and “rubbing it in their faces.”

Valentina: Oh yes, the feeling is so tantalizing. Almost erotic. But the bottom line is that its definitive to what I’ve been saying about me from day one: I always get what I want. And honey, Global Wars was just the beginning.

Valentina places her finger on the edge of her glass and runs a circle around it while giving a smirk.

Valentina: A new year has dawned in FFW. And in the past couple of weeks of its infancy, things already have gotten interesting. You can best believe things are going to heat up further when I set foot back in the ring. Because 2019 is all going to be about “The Latin Goddess”. And the theme of my return is going to be highlighted by two simple, but incredibly significant, goals; two goals that is as fine as this delectable wine that I am tasting.

Valentina puts the glass onto her lips and takes a sip from it, taking a moment to enjoy the rich taste of the wine before focusing her attention on the camera again.

Valentina: You can only dream how sweet it tastes. But nothing is as sweet as what I want to acquire for 2019. And that is wins & championships. Now I know what you ingrates are thinking,..

It is here that Valentina clears her voice and then recites the following words in a tone that could be best described as mockingly...

“Here she goes again. That obnoxious rich bitch speaking like a broken record about what she wants to do...blah, blah, blah.”

Valentina feigns shock before speaking once again, realizing that she may have rehashed those words before.

Valentina: I guess I must be taken aback by that on the count that your puny brains are actually working to come to that conclusion. Yes, I’ve never derived from what I’ve said in the past. But what I’m meaning here is that this is a desire that is driving me more than ever before in the here and now. This past year, I’ve had to sit back and see countless women winning titles. Some I felt very jealous about like those who I treasure a friendship with and those who I call worthy competitors. Then there are those that make my blood boil to no end like those flavor-of-the-whatever trollops who easily make me sick to my stomach. All because I’ve been overwhelmed with unnecessary “distractions”. Not anymore. No longer am I shackled by worthless insubordinates to babysit and scold into discipline for disrespecting me. Or dealing with trashy loudmouths who constantly can talk me into the ground yet can’t register a victory over me, and those “ladies” know who they are. My focus has never been clearer. My passion has never been stronger. And my intention to destroy anyone that gets in my way has never been more definitive.

Valentina does a hair flip to drive her point across.

Valentina: To all the women in the FFW locker room, whether you’re a newbie or a veteran. I will not be denied getting the success that I desire this year. There will be nothing or no one to stop me getting my hands on singles championship gold and my name from flooding all over the championship history boards. I’m not a fool to see that you all want the same thing in paving a path to glory with me, and everyone else in your way, assuming the role as the path that you tread on. The only thing is sweetie, you better begin accepting the reality that it will be MY feet that will be striding on that path and your dreams & expectations will be demolished beneath them on my way to being the top woman in FFW. If you still think I’m blowing smoke, refresh yourselves on the many times you’ve tried to drive me away from that goal.

Valentina closes her eyes as she attempts to calm herself down, feeling that she was about to be worked up over the point she has revealed. After a few moments, her eyes open and she continues to look ahead, holding her glass close to her.

Valentina: Understand this; for every victory, there's a loss in the waiting. And when you step in the ring with me, that’s exactly what’s going to be your fate…

On that note, she leans toward the camera to allow it to give the viewers a clear view of her serious demeanor.

Valentina:....and I don’t have to tell you what that is, do I?

Valentina then leans back and, without warning, kicks the camera, forcing it to look upward as it focuses on the ceiling. The sound of footsteps approach and the camera is treated to the sight of Valentina standing over the camera, looking down upon it.

Valentina: Here’s to the New Year. And the natural order of things that you and those who follow you will once again learn to accept.

Valentina slightly tips the glass, attempting to pour the wine onto the lens of the camera. However, she stops and wiggles her finger instead.

Valentina: See you all soon.

After blowing a kiss to the camera, Valentina flips her hair back and laughs as she walks away from the camera’s viewpoint, leaving her seductive laugh and her booted footsteps as her calling card.

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

Zack: We are about to see what could be the most decorated opponent Missy has ever faced since arriving in FFW. And for this match, Mai has been given a break. Yours truly is joined by the leader of the chain gang known as the Choir, Casey Atherton.

Casey: We’re not a gang, Zack. We’re here for your salvation, for the benefit of all humanity. We’re trying so very hard to relieve suffering, help people get a second chance and make the world a better place. I’m sure that’s something that even you can get behind and give very generously to, isn’t it?

As “Rise” by Sixx A.M. we see the arena lights blinking in sync with the lyrics of the music. Nevaeh Summers eventually storms her way onto the stage before stopping at the top of the ramp and looking out at the crowd. Nevaeh is wearing black sunglasses as well as a Poisoned by Ivy military jacket with platinum trim. As we keep looking at Nevaeh we also spot her wearing platinum colored leather pants running down her leg. The side of each leg is laced up with black fabric, showing of her skin. On her feet we see black furry boots and kickpads. On the front of each kickpad appears her logo as there is a circle with “NS” in the center of it while “The" scrolls on the top and “Finest” scrolls on the bottom.

Nevaeh looks around the building, nodding her head, as she starts feeling the crowd. Nevaeh goes about pointing her left hand out to the crowd and moves it around as if she was conducting them. She then points to the crowd with her right hand, urging that side of the building on the same way. Nevaeh lowers her head, her hands still swaying to the crowd till she raises her head up and snaps her arms out to the side.

As Nevaeh strikes her signature pose three large white flames shoot up on each side of her on the stage The flames reach high into the air, till they turn into smaller flames bursting out of the stage out of the stage every other second. Nevaeh now lowered her head back down and looked towards the ring and began walking down the ramp.

Kat: Making her way to the ring at this time she resides in Los Angeles, California by way of Atlanta, Georgia. She weighs in tonight at 120 pounds. She is Nevaeh Summers!!!

Nevaeh reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops for moment. Nevaeh now goes about removing her sunglasses and just casually tosses them out towards the crowd. Nevaeh than quickly runs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and gets to a knee. Nevaeh just looks out for a moment before getting to her feet and approaches the middle of the ropes facing the hard camera. Nevaeh climbs up them, hooking a leg over the top rope and straddling it. Nevaeh now sits there and looks out to the capacity crowd. She eventually lowers her head and starts motioning her arms as if she's conducting them again. After a moment Nevaeh snaps her head back and her arms out. Multiple spotlights soon shift down onto her, basking her in the light.

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

She then waves her arms wildly at the crowd before heading to a corner.

Zack: Nevaeh Summers has accomplished pretty much everything in FFW she ever wanted. Name a title she went after and didn’t collect. You can’t. Inducted into the FFW Hall of Fame last year as well, Nevaeh is one of the best in the world, in my mind.

Casey: Undoubtedly so. Though as she herself has pointed out that quest for success took her to some very, very dark places. Now, thanks to me and my teachings she has found the light and I’m sure will accomplish much, much more. Even if she doesn’t want to acknowledge publicly how much help I have been.

The lights in the arena go off before a single purple spotlight hits the stage. As the opening bars of Wild Side by Cross My Heart Hope To Die starts to play Missy appears at the entrance way. Missy stands perfectly still, as her head stays bent, looking towards the ground and her manager Christian Kincaid walks out to stand behind her.

I've been on my best behavior
But I've heard that good girls finish last
And once you're gone they say no one can save you
But who knows if I go I may never want to ever come back
We've all fell victim to temptation
It seems that I'm the last one holding on
What's the use in fighting for my salvation
And why does it feel so damn right to want to be so wrong


At the side of Missy purple lights flash on and off, looking almost like fireworks, as she remains perfectly still. As the lights subside, Missy raises her arms up to the air and a single white spotlight accompanies the move.

I just wanna dance with the devil tonight
I wanna know what it feels like
I wanna close my eyes, put my hands in the sky
I wanna walk on the wild side


Kat: Introducing at this time…. Hailing from Leeds, England and weighing in at One hundred and twelve pounds… she is MIIIIISSSSSY!

Missy makes her way down the ramp to the ring keeping her eyes straight ahead, focussing on the ring, with Christian following a few steps behind. When she reaches the ring she slowly climbs the steel steps, surveying the crowd as she does until she reaches the top. She steps onto the apron and gives one final look around before she enters the ring between the top and middle rope. Leaning over the top rope she shares a few last minute words with her manager as her theme music ends.

Zack: The last time we saw Missy in a FFW ring was at Global Wars as part of Team England, who racked up huge points during the series. It’s back to one on one challenges for her tonight though, and Nevaeh is definitely a tall test for anyone.

Casey: Obviously because Nevaeh has found the path to Salvation and redemption; the strength to fight her demons. While Missy here is a heathen still wandering in the darkness.

The two wrestlers stared across the ring at each other as they waited for the match to start; Melinda Davis making sure both wrestlers were ready before she called for the bell. As it sounded the competitors stepped out of their corners and moved towards the middle of the ring, bumping fists quickly before they back away and measured each other up for an opening. Summers attempted to strike first as she skipped forward and spun around looking for a discus forearm to her opponent’s jaw. She only caught air as Missy ducked underneath the attempted blow and the American wrestler darted towards the ropes, leaping off the middle into a disaster kick attempt that once more only found air as the Leeds native threw herself chest first to the canvas. Missy immediately popped up to her feet and threw a roundhouse kick at her opponent who got her hands up in time to block the attempt. The Englishwoman though quickly followed that up with three snapped off stiff kicks to the blonde’s thigh.

Zack: Those kicks of Missy will knot up your quadriceps in a very short amount of time, and that could be part of her strategy tonight: grounding Nevaeh.

Casey: Mere temporary setbacks. My Child has listened to my teachings and knows there is more than one way to skin a cat and that obstacles are placed in our path to be overcome.

Summers stumbled backwards for a step and was caught with a standing dropkick to her chest knocking her down to the mat. Nevaeh quickly rolled to the side and attempted to rise to her feet which saw Missy catch her with a high knee to the jaw, followed by two forearm smashes before she grabbed the blonde by her head and dropped down to one knee as she delivered a jawbreaker. Nevaeh reeled away, turning her back on Missy who took full advantage by feeding her head underneath Summers arm and lifted her upwards to slam her down with a back suplex. The two women both rose back to their feet at the same time and Missy struck first, using the middle rope as a springboard into a headscissors takedown. The Leeds native rolled through to her feet and darted forward as Summers came back to all fours, leaving her feet for the Mischief Maker curb stomp - that saw Nev jerk her head out of the way at the very last moment.

Zack: You can tell Nevaeh’s done her homework on Missy. That curb stomp is one of her favorite moves, and she had no desire to find out what it feels like.

Casey: A sure fire sign that she is guided by a higher power Mr. Hudson.

Missy quickly sought to get her balance as Nevaeh bounced up to her feet and went on the attack with forearm strikes of her own. The brunette found herself backed into a corner as Summers continued to land forearms across her chest. The official ordered the blonde to let her opponent out of the corner before she started to use her count, seeing Nev step away on three with her arms raised. It was only momentary relief for Missy before her foe took hold of the top rope and began to fire off side kicks into the brunette’s middle. Again the referee used the count, getting to four this time before Nevaeh backed up to the middle of the ring. She measured her opponent up and quickly came forward, stepping up onto the ropes as she went for an enzuigiri but Missy managed to spin out of the corner and avoid the contact. Summers landed on her knees and as she started to push upwards, Missy grabbed hold of her head and jerked her down into a single knee facebuster that sent Summers sprawling backwards into the corner.

Zack: So tell me something. You’ve said how much help you’ve been. If that’s the case, why is Nevaeh so adamant that you had absolutely nothing to do with her comeback?

Casey: As I’ve explained before, Nevaeh likes being a role model. Likes being someone people can look up to and has a certain image to maintain and admitting she is part of my congregation maybe doesn’t fit with that in her mind. Her vanity is one final demon she must face and vanquish. I will help her with that.

Summers tried to step out of the corner only to find her wrist was  quickly caught by the brunette who jerked her quickly forward into an Irish whip attempt, looking to send her into the opposite corner. Nevaeh put the brakes on and reversed the attempt into an arm wringer and wristlock combination. The FFW Hall of Famer looked to further increase the pressure on the arm by twisting it around in the socket again before she followed it up with knife edge chops across the Leeds native’s chest. She forced Missy backwards into the ropes with the blows before she fired her off across the ring. As the former Evolution Champion came back off the far side, Summers met her in the middle of the ring with a running knee to her gut that sent Missy tumbling to the canvas, landing on her back. Missy pushed upwards quickly to regain her feet and as she did so, Summers once more grabbed hold of her arm and wasted no time at all in applying the armwringer again before forcing her to bend her arm at the elbow then snapped it back straight to take her down to one knee. It was only for a moment before Missy forced herself back up to her feet and Nevaeh went to snap out her arm once more… only for the Leeds native to see it coming - turning into the move and fired off two closed fists into the blonde’s gut. Before she could land a third, Summers transitioned into a hammerlock, forcing Missy’s arm up behind her back towards her shoulder blades.

Zack: Smart move here by Nevaeh to try to slow Missy down, and maybe sap off some of the energy she came into the match with.

Casey: It’s talent bestowed upon her by a Higher Power, one that through me is guiding her to use it more efficiently than ever before. Something that Missy is finding out right now.

There was the slightest of grimaces on Missy’s face as she reached for her shoulder for a second before she fired off a back elbow that caught her opponent to the side of the head. A second back elbow found it’s target which caused the Georgia born wrestler to release the hold. Missy turned around to face the former FFW Champion and before she could do anything more, Neveah sent her face first into the mat with a drop toe hold. Missy instantly looked to push upwards only for Summers to float over her back and lock in a front facelock, pressing down upon the Englishwoman in an attempt to keep her down on the canvas. Despite that, the Leeds woman began to push upwards to her feet once more. As the pair got to a vertical base, Summers caught her foe with three knees to the abdomen and then went to lift her upwards into a suplex. As she got Missy vertical, the Englishwoman twisted and writhed her body, escaping her foes grip to land on her feet behind the Atlanta native. Quickly Missy rushed Nevaeh into the ring ropes, bouncing her off them chest first and rolled her up into a pinning combination.

Zack: Missy with an O’Connor roll looking for an upset right here!

One…

Two…

Casey: An upset that doesn’t come. Though it was a very impressive attempt by the Heathen at trying to corrupt one of my beacons.

Summers kicked out and came to her feet only to be met by a series of forearms to her jaw from the former Evolution Champion before the Leeds native pulled her forward and into a belly to belly suplex. The Georgia native hit the mat and sat up, holding her back in pain for a moment before she rolled over and came to her feet only for Missy to catch her with a front kick to her midsection doubling the American over and allowing her to be caught with a snap DDT. Summers rolled away and started to rise to her feet once more only for Missy to push her back into the ropes and trap her there as she delivered a series of five swift knee strikes into the blondes middle. Again it saw Melinda Davis use the count as she ordered Missy to let the former FFW Champion away from the ropes and on the three count the official saw her request granted as Missy jerked her opponent forward into short knee to the gut delivered with such force that it saw Nevaeh drop down to one knee. A moment later, Summers pushed her way back to her feet only for Missy to wrap a hand around the back of her head and pull her forward into a modified version of a hair pull gutbuster.

Zack: You have to give Missy her due. She’s been giving the Hall of Famer and former FFW Champion one hell of a run so far tonight.

Summers rolled away holding her abdomen as she did so at which point Missy stepped forward and into a knee drop to her foe’s middle before she made another cover, hooking her leg as she did so.

Casey: A very good knee drop from Missy admittedly. Nevaeh might be in some slight trouble here. BUT, things like this are sent to test us and our faith.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Zack: Another near fall for the British bombshell of Chaotic Temptation. You ever thought you being out here might be distracting Nevaeh? You’re kinda hard to miss over here.

Casey: I’m here solely for moral support tonight. And you never know when she might need a translation of the divine guidance that I’m sure she’s getting in there now she has turned her life around.

Nevaeh kicked out of the attempt and rolled away and began to push upwards, getting as far as one knee before Missy caught her with a shining wizard to the side of her head that knocked her down to the mat once more. Summers landed on her front and slowly rolled over onto her back as Missy stepped over her and moved speedily towards the ropes, coming off them with a lionsault across Summer’s chest. Missy sat up on her knees for half a moment, holding her own chest before she fell across her opponent and hooked her leg for the cover.

Zack: Nevaeh’s got her running lights dimmed right there, and Missy going for one hell of a feather in her cap again!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Casey: So close. Yet still Nevaeh continues to fight the good fight tonight. And look! Here come her brothers and sisters to show her their support too! This is the love you get when you embrace my teachings.

Davis showed the two count to Missy who nodded her head and began to pull Summers up to her feet as the choir began to appear on the stage and started to head towards the ring, leading a “LETS GO NEV!!!” chant as they did so, clapping their hands and encouraging the crowd to join in. Missy glared at the leaders and buried a knee into Nevaeh’s midriff before whipping her into the ropes as the choir surrounded the ring; a couple of them holding their hands up innocently when they reached CK, telling him they were merely there to support their sister. Summers managed to catch hold of the top rope to stop her momentum. Missy gave another look out at the choir before she took off towards Nevaeh, the blonde catching her coming in with a lowered shoulder to send her over the top rope. Missy managed to land on the apron, taking a couple of moments to try and find her balance only for Summers to drive an elbow back into her opponent’s face. Missy reeled backwards, holding onto the top rope to stay on the apron but as she pulled herself forward, Summers left her feet and caught the former Evolution Champion with a dropkick that sent her off the apron and into the arms of Christian Kincaid as he caught her. The manager scowled at the choir around them as they all took a step backwards, continuing their chant while he put Missy back on her feet and told her to keep doing what she was doing.

Zack: Christian’s face is pretty much how everyone in this arena feels about the Choir being out here. These ex-cons are about as well as a hemorrhoid everywhere they go.

Casey: That’s slanderous and libelous!! Some of my members are ex cons but many are reputable businessmen, pillars of their community - from florists and IT technicians to accountants and politicians!!

Zack: I think that one’s prison jumpsuit is showing….

Casey: They’ve all paid their debt to society!!

Missy nodded her head at his advice before she hopped up onto the apron, took hold of the top rope and measured up Nevaeh, using the top rope to slingshot herself back into the ring with a flying clothesline. Summers though saw it coming and countered the move with a Japanese armdrag takedown. The “World’s Finest” followed it up with another armdrag, followed by another and another before she locked in an armbar on the former Evolution Champion. Missy tried to push upwards to her feet once more only for Nevaeh to jerk her down into a small package.

Casey: Excellent work by Nevaeh Summers. I taught her that and helped her perfect it just a few short weeks ago you know. I was certain it would come in handy.

One….

Two…

Choir: THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Zack: A near fall for Nevaeh there, and now you’re seeing part of what made Missy an Evolution Champion.

Missy kicked out on two and the Choir immediately started to boo the referee for their decision, though it was short lived before they started up again with the “LETS GO NEV!!!” chant. Summers looked around the ring uneasily at her new found support, telling them to get out of her as Missy quickly tried to come back to her feet. Summers though spotted her rising and took her straight back down to the canvas by a side Russian legsweep from the former FFW Champion who rolled over into the mount position and began to wail away on the brunette with closed fist right and lefts. Davis called for the break and started to use the count, getting to four before Nevaeh rolled away, holding her middle as she quickly took off towards the ring ropes, bouncing off them and coming back to catch her opponent with a low dropkick to her chest as she sat up. Missy rolled to the side and started to push upwards once again and this time Nevaeh caught her head and spiked her face into the ring mat with a sitout facebuster. Quickly Summers rolled her opponent over and made the cover as she hooked the leg.

Zack: The soft features of Missy’s face may have been rearranged like a Picasso painting right there! Summers with a cover!

One…

Two…

...T-

Casey: So close! And I think my Choir might have a point. There is something about Davis count that is… arrhythmic - Just a little bit off.
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Again the Choir counted along with the referee, giving Davis another chorus of boos as she showed the two count before again encouraging the crowd to get behind Summers. The Georgia native once more stared at the choir, shaking her head at them as she pulled Missy up to her feet and used an Irish whip to send Missy barreling chest first into the nearest corner. As the Leeds native staggered backwards, Summers scooped her off her feet and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The blonde didn’t let her foe roll off her knee to the mat, instead scooping her upwards and sending her across the ring with a fallaway slam. Missy held her back as she rolled through and started to come to her feet, turning and staggering towards her opponent who mowed her down with a running clothesline. The brunette rose back up to her feet yet again and this time she found herself sent back to the canvas with a hip toss; Nevaeh leaving her feet as soon as she landed the move to deliver a knee drop into Missy’s chest to a roar of approval from the choir around her. She glared at them telling them to leave her alone again before making another cover.

Zack: Someone call the Denver Women’s Correctional Facility and tell them to do a head count. If any are missing, they are around the ring!! Nevaeh with a cover!

One…

Two…

...THR---

Casey: I can assure you, the only time my Choir have seen the inside of the Denver Women’s Correctional Facility was when they visited in an effort to save more souls; to help people recognise the error of their ways.

Missy rolled the shoulder, prompting Davis to again show the two count and be treated as the pantomine villain by the religious fanatics at ringside. The official giving them her own look of disdain this time. Nevaeh took a deep breath as she tried her best to ignore her very vocal supporters, keeping her attention focused on Missy as she pulled her back up to her feet and into a suplex position, lifting her vertically before she slammed her down with a falcon arrow.

Choir: TTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: Give me a break! For those listening in the back, keep an eye on your valuables because I’m sure some of these inmates are probably rifling through bags right now backstage.

Casey: This is hardly the warm welcome I was led to expect. Honestly Zack, I always had you down as an intelligent individual not some belligerent rumour monger. Can we take a moment though to acknowledge Nevaeh taking a page straight out of my book and executing it perfectly?

Zack: No, we can’t.

Casey: Pagan!

Summers again glared out at the crowd as they shouted out the name of Casey’s finisher as the Falcon Arrow connected. The blonde came to her feet and headed towards the announce desk, pointing at Casey as she told the red haired woman to send the choir packing; that she didn’t need them - or her. The choir urged the blonde to turn around as Missy slowly rose to her feet and began to stagger towards Summers, tapping her on the shoulder. As the Hall of Fame wrestler turned around Missy left her feet and delivered a codebreaker; Summers bouncing off the brunette’s knees before she fell through the ropes to the outside and into the choir who… didn’t exactly catch her, but didn’t manage to soften her fall. More members of the Choir flocked quickly around the ring, helping Nevaeh back up to her feet and dusting her down only for Summers to shove them away from her and raise her fist towards them threateningly that saw them back away from her.

Zack: There you go, Nevaeh! If you have to start taking out some of these losers, feel free. But you might should wait for after the match!

Casey: They’re merely helping her up Zack and making sure that she’s okay. They’re concerned for their sister. Wouldn’t you want to do the same if it was your wife that had been dumped out of the ring?

Nevaeh took a moment to regain her breath before she slid back into the ring underneath the bottom rope and immediately began to push upwards, getting to one knee only for Missy to catch her with a running knee to the jaw. Nevaeh reeled backwards into the ropes and bounced off towards Missy who rocked her with a perfect roaring elbow to the jaw. Summers once more fell backwards into the ring ropes before she stumbled a step and slowly crumpled up, landing on her knees and then fell forward face first to the canvas. Missy held her back for a moment as her foe slowly started to push upwards, the brunette took hold of her hair, pulling her upwards before she fired her across the ring and caught her on the return with a leg lariat. Summers hit the mat and sat bolt upright on instinct before she fell back towards the canvas for a moment. Missy retreated to the ring ropes and began to measure up the former FFW Champion as the blonde rolled onto her front. She watched as Nevaeh slowly rose to all fours before giving a sign to the crowd and set off towards her. Missy barely made it a step, however, before she stumbled and fell to her canvas - all courtesy of a Choir member reaching underneath the bottom rope and tapping her ankle.

Zack: These convicts are playing with fire! Nevaeh may not strike them, but I guarantee you Missy won’t have a problem with it! And they’re earning it by the second right now!

Casey: I have no idea what you’re talking about Zachariah. I’m sure my Choir member thought she’d seen Missy’s bootlace coming undo and tried to bring it to her attention. Is it her fault that Missy has two left feet?

Missy looked behind her with an expression of rage on her face as the choir members caught her glare all attempted to look saintly, even while the referee looked suspiciously at the Choir members. Missy came back to her feet as Nevaeh came to hers; the blonde starting to walk towards the Leeds native. The brunette turned and made for the ropes which acted as a prompt for Summers to force herself into a sprint, following behind Missy. The Georgia Peach hit the ropes a moment after her opponent and as Missy spun around, Nevaeh caught her with a running forearm smash. The former Evolution Champion hit the mat and started to rise as Summers came off the ropes once again and delivered another forearm smash to her foe. Again Missy was quick to get back to her feet and swung wildly at Summers who sidestepped the attempted blow, ghosting behind her opponent before taking her to the canvas for the third time in quick succession with a jumping neckbreaker. Both wrestlers landed on the canvas and stayed there for a couple of moments, Summers holding her back while the Englishwoman held her neck, kicking her feet against the canvas.

Zack: Both women have taken the measure of one another, and neither of them are springing up to their feet. That tells you how determined both of them are, which comes as no surprise.

Casey: I’m sure Nevaeh right now is merely getting instruction from a higher power right now. She’ll be back on her feet before you know it and on her way to winning this match.

Davis checked on both wrestlers before she started a slow ten count, the choir once more getting solidly behind the World’s Finest. As the referee’s count reached six the two wrestlers started to rise. By eight they were both back to their feet and Summers struck first, delivering a European uppercut to her opponent. A second, third and fourth followed that before the Georgia native left her feet to deliver a jumping kick to the side of Missy’s head. The brunette spun around, turning her back on the former FFW Champion who left her feet and pulled Missy backwards to the mat with the Walk of Shame jumping reverse bulldog. Summers rolled over and made the cover, reaching to hook her foes leg as Davis slid into position to count the pinfall.

Zack: Shades of Steph Stefano right there, and Nevaeh may have this one in the bag right now!

One….

Two…

...THRE--

Casey: Davis is definitely beset by demons. I think after this match I will have to visit her locker room to bless her and offer her the benefit of my instruction.

Missy rolled the shoulder at the last moment, causing the choir to howl in dismay and disgust, redoubling their efforts with their latest “LET’S GO NEV!!!” chant. Summers rolled away and started to push herself upwards as a male Choir member jumped up on the apron, seemingly unable to contain himself as he berated Melinda Davis, demanding a three count on Summer’s behalf and telling her that it was the path to salvation. Davis ordered him off the canvas and down to the floor as he continued to argue with him. On the opposite of the ring, Missy rolled to the ropes and started to pull herself upwards only for the Choir members in front of her to grab her arms and started to pull her through the ropes to the outside where she landed in a heap where they pulled her back up to her feet. In the ring Summers made it back to her feet and saw the Choir member on the apron and lunged towards him with a wild swing of her fist, that saw him just narrowly avoid the blow as he dropped to the floor. The referee turned around just in time to see Missy with her arms held by two choir members as a third clocked her with a pair of ‘holy’ brass knuckles to her jaw. Immediately Davis rang the bell and headed towards the timekeepers desk.The Choir tried to step the referee in her tracks, explain themselves but Davis was adamant as she gave Kat her decision.

Zack: Seriously? Your flunkies can’t even help someone win a match without getting disqualified! Not that Nevaeh needed help!

Kat: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to outside interference the referee has disqualified Nevaeh Summers. Therefore, your winner… MISSY!!!!

Casey: That. Is a ridiculous decision to have taken. I will lodge a protest. Davis has stolen a match from our poor Nevaeh. My Choir merely helped Missy to her feet and offered her a blessing. A chance to take communion with our Lord.

Zack: Well you’ve surrounded her and yourself with the right people if stealing is what matters to you. I guarantee you Missy nor Nevaeh are going to settle for this.

Nevaeh glared at the Choir, giving a slow shake of her head before she charged forward and hurled herself through the ropes into a suicide dive that saw her land in the midst of the choir. There was a look of rage on her face as she came to her feet and began to fire right and left hands into anyone wearing Choral robes. Quickly the Choir retreated to the entrance ramp, holding up their hands as they tried to came Nevaeh down as she had an expression of rage upon her face. Meanwhile Missy had rolled back underneath the ropes into the ring. Melinda Davis helped her to her feet and was joined by CK as the official and her manager raised her hands in the air. Missy checked her jaw as the crowd cheered her loudly before the show cut elsewhere.




Decisions Decisions

We head backstage of the Pepsi Center where the Ultraviolence champion “Malicious” Mallory Bennett is checking her kickpads and stomping on the sole of her boots to make sure everything is in proper working order. Beside her is Andy Marx as the Denver crowd sees them pop up on the video wall and immediately starts booing. The Byproduct of Misconduct pays little mind to the round of boos as she reaches down to grab her title to lift it up and hook it around her waist. She’s about to ask Andy something before Kendra Barton comes into the shot dressed in leather pants and a jacket combo over a pink sweater.

Mal looks her over once with disdain before she glances at Marx and nods in Kendra’s direction.

Kendra: Mallory, Andy, I just want to get your thoughts on tonight’s challenge that Seth Star has set between you and the next challenger for your Ultraviolence championship, Ruby Tyler.

Ruby’s name gets a big pop by mention alone in Denver and there’s a small chant of “RUBY’S GONNA KILL YOU!” chants when the camera closes up on the face of the Ultraviolence champion.

Kendra: Tonight while you face Fast Track champ Lilly Arthur in a champion versus champion match and Ruby faces Charlotte Harker, we’ll be counting the minutes to see which of the two of you can put away your opponents quicker if at all. Of course hanging in the balance is picking the match type for Fury and if you both fall tonight—

Mal imitates Kendra’s bubbly voice, cutting her off.

Mallory: —and if you both fall tonight I’m still gonna have a job because I have fake tits the size of my head and Samantha doesn’t sign my checks for my smarts hee-hee. Fuck off.

The Ultraviolence champion jerks the microphone out of Kendra’s hand, than pie faces her out of the shot. A thump on the ground off camera all but hints she fell. The Ultraviolence champion turns to her manager as she leans on him.

Mallory: So, ol’ fuck-buddy, ol’ pal. Have you heard? If me or Ruby don’t win this, Seth gets to pick. Now let’s say I win, which I will, in record time. What type of match do you think I should pick against ‘The little Huntress that couldn’t’?

Andy seems as though he’s giving this a lot of thought, but clearly not a great deal as he puts an arm around her and lets his hand rest over one of her breasts.

Andy: Well I really enjoyed that whole “Lights Out” match from Global Wars, but maybe too soon for that. Then of course, you won it in an electrified cage. So I mean it could be like a homecoming there. Given Ruby’s whole profession, maybe we rent a haunted house and let her go try to find it with her own personal Scooby Gang.

Mallory: Jinkies, Andy.

The Ultraviolence champion stops to consider what Andy just said, also seeming to completely pretend he’s not molesting her chest on camera. Or she’s just cool with it. Either or.

Mallory: I think there might be something to some electricity here. That smell of flesh burning, that glassy eyed look, the thin film of drool forming. A girl can get down with that kinda thing. Hell maybe just a match with electrified wires or tasers and shit. Of course we’ll get a match preview soon enough. Come Breaking Point on the one side you’ve got yer esteemed Ultraviolence champion and the murderous No Surrender champion Artemis Kaiser. On the other side you’ll got famous dick wrestler and influencer Savannah Taylor, and Ruby Tyler was there too. Now I have to take this time out to answer Bianca Salvador making it sound like me and Ruby were kissing ass just because we were all in for our tag partners.

The Ultraviolence champion shook her head.

Mallory: Bianca as your on-again, off-again wrestling counterpart and buddy, that ain’t kissing ass. Trust me! Me trying to convince Andy last night to let me try something new and toss his salad. NOW THAT would be kissing ass.

Andy: On top of that, I mean I’m sure her husband does obviously, but there’s really nothing I find attractive about Ruby Tyler. If we were going to do something like that, it’d be to get something we didn’t already have. And Ruby Tyler beatdowns are something that we’ve already collected. So not for nothing, thanks for caring, Bianca. The only difference about tonight is having to beat Lilly. Let’s face it, Ruby’s never beaten Charlotte. So I don’t think worrying about the clock is going to be a problem for us.

Mallory: The day Ruby beats Charlotte is the same day Gillie’s real father stops being ashamed of contributing the DNA that made her. Whoever that is. Shall we?

Mal and Andy begin to head off screen as Kendra rubs her mouth angrily before yelling back at them.

Kendra: Hey I KINDA need that microphone ba—

Kendra gets cut off as the microphone flies from off screen and smacks her straight in the eye. She shrieks in pain as the camera man puts down the camera and we jump to commercial.
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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


Kat: The following contest is a Beat the Clock Challenge! Introducing first, 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: We're about to start a series of matches that will shape the Ultraviolence Championship match come Fury! Ruby Tyler needs to defeat Charlotte Harker, and FAST, so to put pressure on the champion Mallory Bennett -- whoever gets the quicker win gets to choose the stipulation of their title match!

Mai: I don't think Mallory has anything to worry about, seeing as I don't see Ruby winning here. Not against a monster like Shaughnessy O'Neill.

Zack: ... you know she's wrestling Charlotte Harker, not Shaughnessy, yeah?

Mai: Yeah. And?

“Start Me Up” by the Rolling Stones begins to play as Charlotte Harker comes out of the back and bounces on the balls of her feet, taking a moment or two to soak in the atmosphere of the crowd while talking a couple of deep breaths. Shaw joins her, applauding her partner and rallying the crowd behind her, getting only boos before Harker raised her hands in the air.

Kat: Please welcome, standing 6’2” and weighing 157lbs, accompanied to the ring by her tag team partner, the “One Woman Show” Shaughnessy O’Neill….CHARLOTTE HARKER!!!

Finally she begins to head to the ring, peacock strutting Mick Jagger style all the way there. Climbing up the ring steps between the ropes, only to find Shaw already there. O’Neill drags her into the ring and holds her arm aloft, dragging her around the ring and telling the crowd that they’re looking at the winner...thanks to Shaw’s help. As the match gets ready to start, the referee tells O’Neill to leave the ring only to get into argument as Shaughnessy tells the official that they can’t tell a premier athlete like Shaw or Charlotte what to do. As the referee finally wins out, Shaw leaves the ring and takes her place on the floor in her partner’s corner as Harker stretches out and makes last minute preparations for the match.

Zack: I kind of get your point. With Shaughnessy O'Neill at ringside, it may just be a matter of a single distraction for Ruby is she doesn't have her eyes on the ball.

Mai: I say we give Charlotte the contendership back if she beats Ruby tonight! What a glorious night it would be for the One-WomanShow if Charlotte became the Ultraviolence Champion in the same night Shaw became the FFW Champion!

Zack: Leona Vega may want to disagree with you.

Mai: Tell her I don't care.

The match starts with Ruby and Charlotte circling the ring, studying one another as the stoic half of the One-Woman Show casts a death stare at the Ultraviolence #1 contender. Ruby fakes out once, twice, three times, trying to get an opening to attack. Charlotte doesn't flinch, and Ruby is forced to go the straight-forward way about it, raising her hand and daring Harker to engage in a power contest. Charlotte starts handling Ruby's effort with relative ease, and then turns the dare back at her, raising her other hand. Soon enough the two women have both their hands laced as they struggle for the early advantage. Ruby starts making a harder effort to twist Charlotte's arm, but Charlie drives a boot to her stomach, making her fold ever so softly, which gives her enough opening to wrench her arm, sending Ruby to a knee. As Harker tries to make Tyler's arm fold the wrong way, Ruby struggles to get back to her feet... And then has the spirit to somersault and undo the wrench, proceeding to kip-up and wrench Charlotte's arm herself. Charlotte is quick to react, lifting Ruby's arm not unlike a dance step, trying to send Tyler's arm over her head to undo the wrench. Ruby quickly laces her inside leg with Charlotte's, sending the blonde down to the mat with an STO. But then, as Ruby tries to shake free from Charlotte and get in some actual offense, Charlie grabs her arm and uses her weight to get back up and then twist Tyler's arm again.

Zack: A slow and technical start; not that we should expect anything different from two brawlers, but I get the feeling Charlotte is deliberately messing with Ruby because of the Beat the Clock challenge.

Ruby seems to have the same impression as the commentary team and starts to show her impatience as she twirls and kicks Charlotte's arm away from her. She then tries to throw a jab, that is parried by Charlotte, who throws a hook of her own, which is also parried. The two women then go for kicks using their outside legs, heels meeting as they null one another. They throw another kick with their inside legs, and their legs clash again. Ruby then throws another kick, but Charlotte pushes Ruby's leg away and spins her out, holding her in a quasi-sleeper hold from behind. Ruby uses her entire weight to lead Charlotte to the ropes, and once the blonde is pressed against the strings, she sends Harker running across the battlefield. The New Yorker hits the far ropes and comes back running with the build-up momentum, and tucks her shoulder in, striking Ruby with a tackle that sends her down to the mat. Charlotte then runs for the adjacent set of ropes, but Ruby turns on the mat and forces Charlotte to leap over her. Charlotte hits the brakes as Ruby pops back to her feet and, when the blonde turns around, Ruby throws an elbow to the side of her head.

Zack: Quick thinking by Ruby, and slowly but surely she starts to pick up the pace.

Mai: The faster she tries to deal with Charlotte, the worse it's going to be for her. Just accept you're not ready for it, Ruby.

Charlotte stares at Ruby with a "is that it? Seriously?" face, right before Ruby throws another elbow. And then a third elbow. When Ruby reels back for the fourth, Charlotte reels back and smacks Ruby's chest with a chop. Ruby staggers backward and Charlotte throws a high kick to her thorax, then a second one to her stomach. Ruby folds and Charlotte grabs her head, sending her down to the mat with a snapmare. As Ruby falls seated on the mat, Charlotte charges up and then fires a kick that resounds throughout the arena, making Ruby arch her back in pain with the impact. As Ruby collapses, Charlotte starts grinding the sole of her boot against Ruby's skull, trash talking her about the whole timed challenge and how she's going to screw with her for that. The referee immediately jumps in to break the illegal move, but Ruby slaps Charlotte's leg away for safety, and the blonde can't do much but shake her head.

Zack: And that pretty much confirms what I just said, Charlotte is just screwing around with Ruby Tyler. If she's worried about what kind of stipulation she can get out of Mallory Bennett, she needs to turn the tables here fast.

Mai: Who the hell CARES about this stupid clock challenge?! Ruby should focus on SURVIVING CHARLOTTE first and foremost! You guys harp on about the stupidest shit, let me tell you.

As Ruby starts to get up, Charlotte grabs her by the head and leads her to a corner, pressing her against the turnbuckles and proceeding to fire powerful elbows to her chest and head. When the referee comes to count her out again, Charlotte leaves for the opposite corner, building up speed and then dashing across the ring, striking Ruby with a powerful European uppercut that rocks her skull before the brunette staggers from the corner. Charlotte then drags Ruby to the center of the ring and picks her up, slamming her down to the mat with a textbook body slam. Following that, Charlie covers Ruby for the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!

TWO-- NOPE! Ruby powers out.

Charlotte gets up and shrugs, proceeding to grab Ruby's head to bring her up to her feet. Ruby tries to escape Charlie's grasp but ends up straddled on the second rope, and Harker takes the chance to punish her for that by lifting her head and arch her over the top rope, proceeding to ax-handle her throat.

Zack: Ouch, a blow to the throat is going to neutralize any wrestler. One of the most sensitive areas of one's body. That may hinder Ruby's offensive for now.

Mai: Not for everyone. I, for example, have no gag--

Zack: Charlotte is right back on the driver's seat, let's see how she administers this advantage.

Ruby collapses in a fit of cough onto the apron, and Charlotte meticulously paces around before moving to the skirt of the ring herself. She then grabs Ruby by the head and brings her up, lifting her into a vertical suplex... that doesn't go as planned as Ruby shifts her gravity center and falls back safely inside the ring! With an improvised bicycle kick, Ruby then sends Charlotte tumbling to the ringside pads and takes a couple of seconds to regain her bearings before moving to the ring apron herself, watching as Charlotte gets back to her feet, only to be sent down again with a sick kick!

Zack: ONE LEGGED DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE CHEST, Ruby Tyler showing all of her fighting drive... And she isn't wasting any time, back to the ring they go!

Ruby wastes ZERO time throwing Charlotte back into the ring, as she knows time is of the matter. Rolling in immediately afterward, Ruby watches as Charlotte gets back up and runs for her neck, trying to catch her with a slingblade. Charlotte stands her ground and protects herself from being taken down, throwing an elbow backward to reach Ruby's skull. Ruby staggers and Charlotte spins out for a discus lariat. It gets parried by Ruby, who shoves Charlotte away. Charlie dashes towards Ruby, who has the spirit to dropkick her knees and send the New Yorker blonde tumbling to her face on the mat. Charlotte immediately brings herself to her fours, and Ruby IMMEDIATELY connects with a curb stomp. With the blonde down for good, she makes a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! Charlotte powers out with authority.

Ruby quickly gets up and delivers a knee drop to Charlotte's chest, followed by a leg drop to her throat. Another cover follows!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NOOOOOPE!!! Charlotte powers out once more!

"STAY DOWN, WILL YA?!" Ruby shouts, slapping Charlotte's skull before getting up and walking up to the referee and pleading her to count a bit faster. As Charlotte starts to get up on her own, Ruby helps her up and then leads her to the ropes, pressing her against the barrier and then proceeding to deliver powerful kicks to the blonde's chest. One after another after another one, before she decides to dash across the ring to build up speed, coming back for Charlotte with a potent clothesline to the chest that sends the blonde to a knee again. Ruby helps her to her feet, and then lifts her onto her shoulders, leading her to the ropes and then letting her fall face first onto the top rope with a stun gun. Charlotte collapses to her back, and Ruby looks to the top rope. Climbing the corner all the way to the top, Ruby takes aim and then leaps for her signature atomic elbow... But Charlotte rolls out of the way and Ruby crashes horribly! Tyler is sent back to her feet by the impact rebound, but Charlotte quickly pops back to her feet and piston kicks the everloving crap out of Ruby's skull, sending the brunette lifeless to the mat!

Mai: Holy crap, that's going to shake Ruby's brain! Especially because there's so much room in that skull for it to dance around.

Zack: That was a display of raw power by Charlotte Harker, surely letting her know who's the boss here.

Charlotte shakes her head as Ruby crawls to the ropes for leverage, unaware that the blonde is ready to strike again. The New Yorker gets up to her feet and dashes to the ropes opposite to Ruby, only to build up speed, and then strikes her with a knee shot to the side of the head. Ruby slumps over the second rope, and Charlotte gets back up, dragging her away from there back to the center of the ring. Ruby begins to react, throwing a couple of punches to Charlie's stomach, but the blonde isn't fazed as she drives a knee into Ruby's stomach to put her out again, and then leads her to a corner, clutching her wrist to send her running across the ring. Ruby hits the far corner's turnbuckles, and Charlotte then dashes towards her to catch her with a splash... that misses as Ruby spins out of the way! Charlotte turns to Ruby and is met with a superkick to the jaw. She doesn't collapse, but she is sent staggering backward. She hits the ropes and stumbles forward, and Ruby takes the chance to jump at her neck, latching onto her with a backpack sleeper! Charlotte springs back to full consciousness and max alert levels as she attempts to find the ropes, but that's when Ruby switches it up on her, sliding down her back and rolling her up into a school boy pin!

Zack: ROLL-UP!!!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- NOOOOO!!! Charlotte powers out!

"GODDAMN IT!!!" Ruby shouts again as Charlotte crawls to the corner, using the turnbuckles as leverage to ger back to her feet. Ruby opens up the distance between them, waiting for the right moment, only to dash towards Charlotte and connect with a shoulder tackle to her stomach. As Charlotte folds, Ruby forces her to stand back up as she lifts her chin, delivers a sound chop to her chest, and then drags her up the ropes, making her sit on the top turnbuckle. Ruby then climbs up onto the second rope but ends up being pushed away by Charlotte. The brunette lands safely on the mat and, unfazed, dashes towards the corner and hops onto the second ropes again... only to realize that was the gravest mistake she could've made as Charlotte lifts her up into a powerbomb clutch and SMASHES HER DOWN INTO THE MAT WITH AN AVALANCHE POWERBOMB!

Mai: OH MY GOD!!! She almost tore a hole in that ring with Ruby!

Zack: POWERFUL avalanche bomb by Charlotte Harker and this may just as well be all she wrote!

After a couple of moments with the two wrestlers down, Charlotte finally crawls over to Ruby and makes a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NOOOOO!!!!! Ruby kicks out at the last possible moment!

Mai: Excuse me, what?! That was a goddamn three!!!

Zack: You couldn't get a paint job between the ref's hand and the mat right there, but Ruby skins the cat and keeps the match going!

A shocked Charlotte stares up at the referee, who signals again it was just a near-fall. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, Charlie then gets up and lifts Ruby to her feet, hooking her neck in what seems to be the setup for the Crucifix! She lifts Ruby for the backbreaker and... NOPE! Ruby shifts her gravity center and lands behind Charlotte, kicking the back of her leg to send her to a knee, and then dashes to the closest set of ropes, building up speed in order to catch Charlotte with a CRIMINAL big boot to the skull that sends the blonde down! The crowd comes alive again as Ruby eggs them on before she moves to the nearest corner and, slowly but surely, climbs up to the top rope and waits for the perfect moment. Charlotte slowly comes to, bringing herself up to her fours, then a knee, then to her feet, and then right back down as Ruby leaps from the top rope and connects with a slingshot forearm smash to the face... NOPE!!! Charlotte grabs her in midair and lifts her again, connecting with the backbreaker she wanted to attempt before! AS Ruby crumbles, Charlotte falls on top of her for a cover!

Zack: CHARLOTTE'S CRUCIFIX!!!

Mai: Ruby is as good as DONE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

This time it's a three, and the bells ring to signal the end. Shaughnessy immediately hops into the ring to make this win about herself... Even though this is the first time she's being mentioned since the entrance!

Kat: The winner of this match... CHARLOTTE! HARKER!!!

Mai: What did I tell you?! Ruby shouldn't have sweated so much about the clock challenge! Now all Mallory Bennett has to do is defeat Lilly Arthur later tonight and she gets to pick the stipulation of their match at Fury!

Zack: Ruby sure was in kind of a hurry to defeat Charlotte, but the bruiser from Buffalo takes this one home.

Mai: Sucks to be you, Ruby!

We focus one last time at the referee raising Charlotte's arm in victory (and Shaw requesting to have hers raised as well) before we fade out to a break.




Sleep Tight, Raven

A lighter flicks a spark.

It flicks again.

It flicks again.

It sparks a flame.

The camera pans out just outside the Pepsi Center where Chaotic Temptation’s Orochi, O.E. Ayano is hanging around in a Broncos hoodie, one hand in her pocket and the other holding up the lighter as she stares at the flame. She watched it for a moment longer and spoke beside her to Christian Kincaid.

O.E.: Christian you a man of the world. What happens when you light the end of a cigarette? The end of blunt?

Christian: Ultimately it burns itself down till you either put it out or burn yourself. Not much of a smoker, Mickey or Raquel might have better insight on that…

O.E.: See you ain’t wrong though. Either it burns out or you do. Now you see this little marks on my face, little bit of my hair got singed. Real talk I was lucky to keep my eyebrows. Now I got this rematch coming up with this bitch, this bitch who forever and a day stay saying she don’t give no real fuck if she wins or she loses. I mean ignoring the fact that she seemed real giddy about handing me an L and burning my face to boot. Not just any kinda rematch though is it...? A street fight. Now I’mma just bet ol’ girl feels like this match is right up her alley, Christian. She can grab weapons, she can do whatever, she can set me on fire if she feels like right?

The Orochi stares into the camera, pulling her hood down as she offers an unpleasant smile.

O.E.: Another question for you, Christian. What happens when you contain a fire? What happens when you put a cup over a fire or your hand over a little flickerin’ flame. What happens when it’s got no more air to burn?

Christian: It goes out like a light. Fire needs oxygen to burn after all.

To make her manager’s point, the Orochi holds her hand and closes it around the lighter’s flame. Her eyelid twitches as wisps of smoke escape between her fingers. She removed her hand, hissing slightly of smoke but no more flame obviously.

O.E.: You prolly feeling this match is all you Raven. You prolly feeling like another win you don’t give no shit about like you stay telling everyone is in the bag. Except that ain’t it, chief. See you probably forgetting this little fact that when we out there... I can choke you out and choke you out or keep bending one of them limbs until you give up or I feel like stopping and ain’t nobody able to tell me otherwise. Ain’t no rope break. Ain’t no DQ. Ain’t nothin’.

The Orochi shrugs slowly, staring at the camera.

O.E.: I ain’t gonna lie. I know all the terrible shit that you can do to me. I know I could have another couple nights in the hospital, probably even get taken out on a stretcher. This time though? That happens again?

O.E. flashes a small smile.

O.E.: I’m taking a bitch with me. You gonna be in for a little nap come Fury, Raven. Night night.

Velocity takes a commercial break.


An Angel Among Us

A short clip package shows the recent appearances of Angel as she has come to the ring after two different matches involving the Prodigies, both in a tag match with Bianca Reed and a recent singles match involving Caitlyn Storm. As the clip ends, we go back to the live show and find the woman in question alongside her manager, Christian Kincaid.

Christian: Someone here certainly knows how to get attention, don’t they? No big announcement on Twitter. No hype packages. Because well….she doesn’t need either. For the twelve of you out there who haven’t seen her in Future Shock or our...well sister promotion or maybe it’s brother since this is all female...SVW, allow me to introduce you to Angel.

A smirk which had been on the platinum blonde wrestler’s face for the entire time that Christian had been speaking only widened, and the hand that had been in the pocket of her leather jacket left it, circling rapidly as she dipped in a bow, filled with mock.

Angel: Thank you for the introduction, Christian. Much as it was unneeded as you had pointed out. It is quite correct that the vignettes, the hype requirements, the Twitter announcement...none of it is needed because, quite frankly, if you rely upon that to make people aware of you then you haven’t been doing your damn job properly. Perhaps the biggest representation of this is the “Warrior that Time Forgot”, Kassidy, who was once on this roster. Clearly, everyone had forgotten given how much time and effort everyone went to so that she might get the reception. And then there’s me...who makes you look without putting the greatest amount of effort into it.

Christian: Now I know we’ve talked about it, but for those at home...and because I distinctly remember Zack making a point of it that first night two weeks ago, how did it feel to walk out in front of your first FFW crowd and get the response that you did? I don’t mind telling you I wasn’t expecting it, but maybe it had something to do with what was going on in the ring at the time. You tell me.

Angel: At this point, I’m just glad to be on the main roster after many attempts at getting myself there to begin with. The reaction was...it was quite strange, to be honest. I appreciate that it’s a reaction you have had throughout your career, but it is not one that I have had to it was rather unnerving at first. Can’t say it didn’t sound terrible however.

Christian: No, I’ve always appreciated that kind of response in or out of the ring. But what was interesting to me was….you were able to get it again last Saturday at Breaking Point. And now...now you got your first match in FFW at Fury. I seem to recall someone...I think it was Seth maybe….discussing how the Prodigies were this unity: a true team. Well if they are, I certainly haven’t seen it in their only tag match. I mean they failed against Bianca and a girl who was having maybe her second professional match….and never had teamed together. SO...when Allison asked about tag team unity, I mean….all we have to go on are the facts so far. And I’ve not seen anything that leads me to believe you can’t work with your partners better than these three girls who are supposedly...well...prodigies.

Angel: With respect to Seth, I don’t take much of what comes out of his mouth without a pinch of salt. He seems to enjoy talking people up where he can these days. And given what you have just said, that we’re all aware of, they kinda need it. This other woman who Bianca was teaming with was so forgettable I’m not entirely sure I knew her name even as we went down to assist them! All of this has lead me to having my main roster debut on Pay Per View no less, for which I am very excited. It does help that my abilities as a tag wrestler as documented...I do believe I left my half of our replica SVW Tag belts with you when I fell off the face of the Earth for a while.

Christian: Oh yeah. I have them both in a trunk with my other ones from over the years. You’re welcome to have it back anytime you want. But with that said, we shouldn’t forget your tag partners in this discussion. Caitlyn has some tag team experience, maybe a little more than Bianca. And Bianca...well, she’s definitely more suited to being a solo star. But I do think looking at both sides, we got the better partners on our side even if the other three are wrestling geniuses….which I haven’t seen proof of yet.

Angel: I’ll give Caitlyn credit where credit is due. Her team with Mandy has hardly been wonderful to watch, but she clearly has the aptitude to work well within a team. Bianca probably could...if she could rein her ego in a little. Insofar as this claim on the Prodigies part...well, it’s wrestling. It’s almost completely unheard of for people not to use any length of hyperbole to make sure they sound better than they actually are. Especially when they’re rookies.

He gave his client a smile as he continued.

Christian: I think it kinda says something. Those three come in, talk a big game, and try to big themselves up to get attention. All you had to do...was walk in and the attention was heaped upon you. Take a lesson, girls.

Angel: What can I say? I’ve been doing this for long enough to know that you don’t need to come in and scream about one thing or another to make people take note of you. The phrase is that actions speak louder than words...so why use more words than you have to in a sport reliant on your actions?

Christian: If there’s one thing all of Angel’s opponents can attest to…

He rubs his neck for a moment.

Christian: It’s that she always leaves them breathless….one way or another.

He gave the camera a wink before they headed off screen.



Then and Now

The Velocity interview position is shown with Amber Carano standing backstage with a microphone in her hand. As she glances to her left, there’s the next challenger to the FFW Championship, Shaughnessy O’Neill.

Amber: On March 2nd, FFW begins it’s 2019 Pay Per View schedule with Fury. Last year, the event was marked by the crowning of a new FFW Champion in Kaoru Asaka as well as the invasion of SVW. This year, it’s a new challenger for the title and SVW is now owned by FFW. Shaw, thanks for joining me and what a difference a year makes, huh?

The French Canadian nodded her head.

Shaw: They say a week is a long time in politics… a year in wrestling is pretty much an epoch - the rise and fall of the dinosaurs, ice age kind of long. Over the last year, Kaoru Asaka was beaten time and time again by me - including at Sin & Sacrifice that has gotten me the opportunity that I’ve got at this years Fury. I fully intend on history repeating itself too. A new Champion last year. A new Champion this year - and a much, much, much better one.

Amber: Before we get to the match itself, I was informed earlier tonight that your tag team career rivals have decided that their in-ring career has come to an end. Looking back on Kaoru, Andi, and of course the One Woman Show’s long history with the Burning Star Express, do you have any last thoughts on the pair and their accomplishments?

There was a shrug of her shoulders.

Shaw: Look, the truth is that the Burning Star Express were a competent team. I mean, they were pretty good - they had to be otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten a win over Charlotte and I. Even if they did need their number one fan to referee that match in order to get it. As for their singles accomplishments, they kinda speak for themselves. Andi must’ve managed to move millions of dollars worth of merchandise - including that OhNo poison. And in the ring, well it’s difficult to win any title in FFW, yet they both managed it and Kaoru even managed to get the FFW Championship around her waist. So, yeah, I won’t deny that they were good and competitive and very, very nearly lived up to their hype. They just weren’t as good as a team as the One Woman Show and they individually they were nowhere near as good as me. Though they should be proud that they come in second to the One Woman Show. There are thousands of wrestlers that would love to be in that position.

Amber: I haven’t been able to hear it directly from their mouths, but how do you respond to rumored consternation from women like Emma Mackenzie and Jo McFarlane who think they should be getting their rematch before you? In Emma’s case, she and Leona have traded the title most recently in back to back matches.

Shaw: Honestly, I’m not in the slightest bit bothered about any consternation Emma and Jo may have. Firstly, do we REALLY need to see Jo McFarlane vs Leona Vega round FIVE already? Or the third match in like six months between Emma and Vega? C’mon. The only reason Leona is throwing out invitations to both of them and probably quietly cheerleading for those matches in the background is because she doesn’t want to face me - at least not one on one. She’d rather do it with another way out… with someone else that she’s already proven she can pin in the match. Beyond that, I earned myself an opportunity to challenge for the FFW Championship and neither Kaoru or Leona was able to pin me. Then I earned another opportunity to get a shot at the FFW Championship - I accepted Samantha Star’s deal, cashed in my Global Wars contract for a match with Kaoru Asaka and told victory would make me the number one contender to the title. Something Seth Star already decided to overlook once when he gave Leona her rematch. If you’re looking for something beyond all those compelling reasons… how about Samantha Star said I’m the next line. If Emma or Jo aren’t happy about that, well, I’m sure they know how to contact the owner of the company and express their displeasure.

Amber: The last time you challenged for the FFW Championship was a triple threat at Unstoppable 9 against Leona and Kaoru. It would be the night Leona captured the title finally when she pinned Kaoru. I’m curious to know what you have learned from that night that you will take with you into Fury. Obviously that same ending can’t happen again. But was there anything you learned from it?

Shaw: I learned that despite what I’ve been told, sometimes fairy tales do come true. Sometimes plucky little engines that could really can make it all the way to the top of the hill.

Again the French Canadian shrugged her shoulders.

Shaw: 2018, I wasn’t pinned once. I was never made to submit. One small misstep. That’s all it was on that night. I was unfortunate that it was on the biggest night of the year; in the biggest singles match of my career to date. I couldn’t make the save and keep the match going. But that has just provided more fuel to the fire; it’s just fed my desire to win the FFW Championship.

Amber was about to ask another question when Kyle Kilmeade appeared in the shot to quite a loud number of boos from the crowd. Amber looked surprised to see him as he glanced from her to Shaw.

Kyle: When you’re done here, let’s have a talk somewhere alone.

He headed out of the shot as Amber looked up to Shaw with an expectant expression. It was followed by a slow nod of her head as she began to follow him, uttering as she passed by the interviewer.

Shaw: We’re done here.

Amber was left with her mouth open as she was about to speak as Shaw left. From there, we head to commercial.
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The show returns from the commercial break with the smiling form of Kat Grayson standing front and center in the ring.

Kat: The following contest is your main event of the evening scheduled for one fall. And it is Champion versus Champion!

Zack: We’re about to see a first ever meeting here, fans. That was our last commercial break, so we’re here to the finish.

Mai: I have began to respect the Ultraviolence Champion a lot more lately, Zack. I feel like she and I could be friends….possibly with benefits. Who am I kidding?! Definitely with benefits.

Zack: Maybe you can get her number after the match.

“All Stand Up” by Status Quo starts to play as the young lady runs out onto stage with the championship belt around her waist, heading to one side she urges the crowd to their feet, clapping her hands above her head. Skipping across to the other side, she waves them to their feet as she once more claps her hands over head. Quickly moving back to the ramp, she sprints down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and getting to her feet quickly. Bouncing off the ropes she powerslides across the ring on her knees before hopping to her feet and continuing to rally the crowd by stomping on the mat and clapping as she heads for her corner, climbing to the middle turnbuckle and holding the title high above her head before getting ready for the match to start.

Kat: The young lady approaching the ring comes from Sheffield, England by way of New York City, New York. She is 5’7” tall, she weighs 144 lbs and she is the reigning FFW Fast Track Champion….LILLY ARTHUR!!!

Zack: Lilly found out this past Saturday who was going to be next in line to challenge her for that title. But she can’t be thinking about Angelina tonight, she’s definitely got her hands full here.

Mai: Lilly is too much of a goody two shoes for my liking. She doesn’t seem like she drinks. She probably doesn’t swear, or enjoys rampant promiscuity. What kind of girls are they raising in England anyway?!

The video wall begins playing images of Mallory Bennett in her most choice moments of violence. As the arena begins to boo, the lights flicker orange and red while the video wall shows the self-proclaimed ‘Byproduct of Misconduct’ and Malicious One grinning through a bloody face before punching the mat. The booing intensifies as the wrestler herself comes from the curtain with Andy Marx with her championship on his shoulder. Her scowling face bends into a grin as the crowd continues booing, trying to drown out “Whiskey Fever”.

“Woah mama don't you leave me alone, no tellin' what I'll do on my own!
Woah mama there's a pit in my soul, so deep I gotta fill it up now...!
FILL IT UP NOW...!
FILL IT UP NOW...!”


On the second ‘fill it up now!’ Mallory drops to both knees, sticking her tongue out and throwing up devil horns and bending backwards as a wild pyro display of orange and red go off behind her. The crowd continues the boo as the chorus hits and she’s announced.

Kat: Making her way to[ the ring, she’s the reigning FFW Ultraviolence CHAMPION...  From Tampa Bay, Florida weighing in at 150 pounds... “MALICIOUS” MALLORY BENNETT!!

“WHISKEY, WHISKEY, WHISKEY FEVER!
YOU”RE MY EVIL, YOU’RE MY EVIL--
WHISKEY, WHISKEY, WHISKEY FEVER!
YOU”RE MY EVIL, YOU’RE MY EVIL LOVE!
WOOAAAHH! WOOAAAHH! WOOAAAHH!
YOU’RE MY EVIL LOVE!”


The southern wrestler begins making her way down to the ramp, a scowl on her face as she observes the boos. She slides into the ring, leaving her championship with Andy. Andy pats the title, a smug look on his face as though the thing belongs to him. Mallory meanwhile throws her arms up to the boos in the middle of the ring before heading into her corner, and slumping in it.

Mai: Mallory is the first person I know of to win the Ultraviolence Championship, and make me like her because of things she’s done OUTSIDE the ring.

Zack: Like I said earlier, maybe you can get her number after the match and you two can compare notes over a bottle of Captain Morgan.

Referee Ashley Pruitt checked both women, and called for the bell to start the match. Lilly headed for the center, keeping her eyes on Mallory who was still crouching in the corner. She pulled herself up with the ropes, and moved towards the Fast Track Champion. The pair locked up in the center of the ring until Mallory got one arm free, and surprised Lilly with an uppercut to the stomach that stopped her in her tracks. Two more shots landed to the body before Bennett shoved her backwards, and connected with a discus punch to the mouth. It wobbled the Fast Track Champion where she stood before Mallory executed a DDT. She quickly rolled back to her feet, getting jeers from the crowd as Andy encouraged her to be more aggressive.

Zack: Mallory’s hand speed is second to none, she learned from some of the best. And a punch in the gut like that will stop anyone in their tracks.

Mai: I can’t argue with that. But if you want to give the people another example of how well it works, stand up for a second and I’ll provide one.

Mallory turned back to Lilly as she was starting to get up, and began to paste her with European uppercuts that rocked her back a step with each strike. She quickly fired her into the far corner, and followed in after her with a shoulder block that lifted her briefly off her feet. Bennett brought her hands up, and went to work with combinations to the body before taking a step back and slapping her across the face. The pain of the offense seemed to disappear for a second as Lilly’s head snapped up, turned angry, and the British brunette began unloading with wild shots of her own. This brought the crowd to life as Mallory tried to cover up to deflect many of the shots and hide her face….until Lilly disappeared out of her view. She took her hands down, and looked around to see a spinning backfist to the mouth followed up by a short arm clothesline from the Fast Track Champion.

Zack: I guess Mallory wasn’t happy with Lilly’s offense to start this match, but I think she’s getting all she wants now! That slap was like a wake up call for the Fast Track Champion.

Mai: Maybe she figured if she slapped her around a little, it might help her realize how outmatched she truly is in this match.

Mallory started to get back to her feet, only to catch a kneelift from Lilly that doubled her over. The British champion bounced off the near side with a scissor kick to the back of her head, dropping Mallory to her knees. With the crowd loudly behind her, Lilly used a knee strike into the side of her head that flattened her on the mat in time for a senton across her chest. Arthur rolled back to her feet, dropped an elbow into her chest and looked to be going for an anaconda vice until Mallory immediately rolled out to the floor.

Zack: There’s a new wrinkle I haven’t seen before from Lilly. Mallory was about to get put in that vice, and she decided to head for lower ground. I can’t say I blame her.

Mai: Of course not, who’s going to lay there and let someone put them in a submission if they are alert enough to avoid it?!

Andy moved around the corner to check on her, trying to give her some words of wisdom...at least until they both turned back towards the ring to see Lilly coming over the top rope with a high cross body block that takes them both down to the floor. The brunette pulls Mallory back to her feet, and tosses her back into the ring. A smile forms on her face as she hears the crowd response, and climbs back onto the apron. As Mallory pulls the referee to her, Andy jerks Lilly’s feet out from underneath her. Her head smacks off the apron before Andy whips her backwards into the barricade. He quickly walks around the corner before Pruitt looks back, finding Lilly propped against the wall with a pained expression.

Zack: Par for the course with the Ultraviolence Champion right there, and Andy has put this match back in her control.

Mai: Well Lilly needs to stop throwing herself at people. What do you expect? The man has a right to defend himself, or in this case, give a receipt.

The Ultraviolence Champion rolled out to the floor, and drove Lilly back first into the barricade again. She scooped her off her feet into a bearhug before driving her into the nearby ringpost. Lilly slumped against it in pain before Mallory grabbed her head, and spiked the back of it against the steel. She rolled back into the ring to break the count, and then right back to the floor. A quick glance was given to Andy before she scooped Lilly up for a snake eyes across the ring apron. The Fast Track Champion was rolled under the bottom rope back inside before Mallory slithered in after her to make the cover by draping one arm over her chest and letting her leg slide up and down against Lilly’s thighs.

Mai: Is it normal for a match to make you hot? Because….I mean...we’re getting there now.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

It took little effort for Lilly to get her shoulder up in time since Mallory’s cover was hardly effective. The mechanic licked her cheek, and sat up on her knees. A smirk formed on her face...until Lilly brought one of her knees up and clocked her in the jaw.

Zack: That’s what you get for screwing around and not taking your opponent seriously. She does still have to win this to get her stipulation at Fury, you know.

Mallory shook her head, and started catching hands from Lilly as she was beginning to get up to her feet again. The Ultraviolence Champion absorbed a couple more before Lilly whipped her across for the ride. She rebounded quickly into a handspring back elbow, which Lilly used to float into a swinging neckbreaker to take her down. The Fast Track Champion took a second to gather her marbles, and then rub her licked cheek with a slight look of revulsion. Her opponent began to get to her feet just as Lilly applied a full nelson into a facebuster. She quickly rolled her over, and made her own cover with a tight hook of the leg

Zack: Now that’s a cover that says you’re trying to win a match, and nailing that TIGER LILLY may have sealed the deal for her!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

T-NOPE!!

The Ultraviolence Champion got her shoulder up before the three, causing Lilly to go back to work on her. She pulled her to her feet, and hooked her head under one arm to hoist her up for a slingshot suplex off the ropes.

Mai: Mallory’s been hit with stuff a lot harder than this mat, so I wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t be able to avoid the cover after that….Tiger Lilly nonsense.

Bennett started to get up as Lilly circled around behind heer, grabbing her into a rear waistlock and looking for a German suplex. But Mallory stopped her with a back elbow to the head. It didn’t loosen her grip though until she did it a second time. She quickly followed that up with a stunner that bounced Lilly off the mat on impact. The mechanic lunged across her with a hook of the leg as Pruitt slid into position.

Mai: Don’t ever grab mallory from behind….unless it’s foreplay. Otherwise you may end up eating a MALPARRY!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!

Lilly rolled her shoulder at the last second, and Mallory looked down into her weary face. She opened her mouth, and let a wad of spit descend from her mouth into Lilly’s. But the Fast Track Champion derailed that by using a palm strike from her back to Mallory’s face. It sent her backwards as Lilly wiped her hand on the mat, and got back to her feet. As soon as she advanced on her though, Mallory surprised her with a spinebuster.

Zack: That’s disgusting, and I’m glad Lilly was able to avoid it. Mallory should be more focused on winning this match than swapping spit!

Mai: She wasn’t swapping with her, she was graciously giving it to her without any expectation of return slobber. Generous to a fault, that girl.

Bennett pulled Lilly back to her feet, and scooped her up before slamming her against the corner. But instead of letting her drop, she tied her feet up in a tree of woe. Pruitt told her to let her out of the corner, but the Ultraviolence Champion ignored her and took off towards the ropes. She came back with a running corner dropkick to the chest that landed perfectly before she dropped to her knees and began to grind her abdomen in Lilly’s face. Andy grinned from the floor as Mallory finally got back to her feet, getting admonished by the referee again as she backed up. The skunk-haired mechanic measured her again, and took off with a baseball slide. But this time, Lilly sat up and let Mallory wrap her legs around the post in agony.

Zack: If nothing else will put a damper on Mallory’s plans for after the show, that right there will do the trick. Did you see the speed she hit the post?

Mai: Did I? I kinda want to sit in the fetal position for the rest of the match but then no one can see up my skirt because of this desk! And where’s the fun in that?

The crowd began chanting Lilly’s name as she started to get up onto the top turnbuckle. Mallory was on her back on the mat in pain before the Fast Track Champion came off with a double stomp to her chest. The Ultraviolence Champion curled up into a ball before Lilly pulled her out of the corner, and quickly went for the cover. The referee immediately slid into position.

Zack: Mallory may have gotten what’s left of her black heart stomped out, and Lilly’s gonna pick up one hell of a win tonight!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Andy pulled Mallory’s leg across the bottom rope, and got the referee’s attention. Pruitt called it a two count, and Lilly shot a cold look over to Mallory’s manager. She got back to her feet, and moved back a few steps. An Ali shuffle began from there as she bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for Mallory to get back to her feet as well.

Mai: What does she...oh wait, she trains with Claire Black, doesn’t she? Even still, I wouldn’t recommend getting into fisticuffs with Mallory. Fisticuffs is a dumb word, by the way.

Mallory finally got back to her feet, and turned into a flurry of shots from Lilly. Combinations of body blows all landed before Bennett could get her arms up, trying to deflect most of the shots. She shoved Lilly backwards, and caught her coming in with another uppercut to the stomach, like at the start of the match. That stopped Lilly in her tracks, and Mallory stormed towards her with a bicycle high knee that floored Lilly where she stood. She quickly dropped on top of her to make the cover as Pruitt slid into position.

Mai: MALICIOUS INTENT! Mallory learned to box from Claire too, dummy!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Arthur’s shoulder popped up off the mat just in the nick of time, and Mallory’s face tightened as she was starting to get irritated now. She rose to her feet, and headed back to the corner to make her way up top.

Zack: Mallory can’t believe the knee strike didn’t work, and I think she’s looking to go for broke right about now!

Mallory perched herself on the top rope quickly, and flew off into position for a top rope frog splash as Andy looked on from ringside.

Mai: MUY MAL!!

Mallory transitioned into the elbow drop, and landed it perfectly on target. She hooked the outside leg tightly as she rolled through the cover. Pruitt dropped immediately to count.

Mai: ATTAGIRL, MALLORY! I’M GUSHING, ZACK!! LITERALLY!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The fans booed as the referee called for the bell, and Andy grinned like a cat. The Ultraviolence  Champion got to her feet, using the ropes to help her stay there before she got her hand raised in victory.

Mai: Slutty girls everywhere are so inspired  right now, Zack.

Kat: Your winner of this match by pinfall……………..’MALICIOUS’ MALLORY BENNETT!!

As Mallory’s music played again, Andy helped her stay on her feet. It finally dawned on her as a wry smile formed on her face before she engaged him in an open mouth kiss. That only drew more boos from the crowd.

Zack: I could certainly do without seeing all that, but like it or not, the Ultraviolence Champion proved why she is just as dangerous as she’s ever been.

Andy raised her hand once more, grinning still before Mallory pulled him back into another sloppy kiss.

Mai: Now that’s how you celebrate, Zack. A little tonsil hockey, and maybe bump and grind later. Oh damn, I’m getting turned on again.

Zack: I have some cold water if it gets too bad. Future Shock is Tuesday night, and we’ll see you in Boston! Good Lord, these two need a room

Mallory rolled out under the bottom rope, raising her title as she headed towards the back with Andy being pulled by her hand along with her. Velocity faded off the air from there.

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