FFW Velocity - June 27, 2019

[Adam Grant]

Live from the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
June 27, 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 Sophia Pike and Miko Ayano before it fades to a shot of the two actually facing at Unstoppable. 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 immediately cuts backstage, and finds the owner of the company talking with the FFW Champion and her manager, Kyle Kilmeade. None of them get a warm reception from the crowd. 

Kyle: You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Miss Star. Shaw is more than up to the task of putting Savannah Sta--

He stopped saying her marital name as soon as he saw the withering look from the owner’s face as she stared at him.

Kyle: I mean Savannah Taylor away. You’ve got one of the most consistent champions in FFW history right here, and there’s no way she’s gonna drop the ball on the biggest stage of all at Unstoppable 10.

The Quebecois nodded her head.

Shaw: When he’s right, he’s right. My record speaks for itself doesn’t it? Oh, sure, I’ve heard a certain someone crow about going undefeated for two years and that’s all well and good, but I’ve been pinned once in five years. I’ve shown that when I get a title belt, I hold onto for a long, long, long time. Now that I’ve gotten the FFW Championship, not that I’m standing on top of the mountain, I’m going to become the unquestioned face of the Company; the greatest FFW Champion this company has ever seen and by the time I’m done, you’ll be inducting me into the Hall of Fame as a singles star too. 

Samantha: I don’t want there to be any chance of her being FFW Champion. I don’t reward traitors like her. And I definitely look forward to her husband having to quit after she comes up short. And even though I have made myself the referee, that is just a failsafe to ensure it doesn’t happen. Savannah is a user, someone who attaches herself to whatever or whoever she thinks can get her the farthest. And after you defeat her in front of the world, she’ll likely ask for a divorce and come begging for me to forgive her. I just want to make sure you understand how crucial this is. 

Kyle: No question about it. We totally get it, and to be honest, we’re even happier that it’s not another rematch with Leona. To be honest, I think Leona would be more of a challenge than Savannah would be personally. Shaw would never let you down, not just because you’re you. But because she has grown very attached to the FFW Championship.

He gives the title a little pat as it rests over the champion’s shoulder. 

Kyle: That goes double for me. Shaw will be more prepared than she’s ever been for any match, including all those successful Unity defenses where she was carrying a team on her back. There’s no dead weight here, unless you count Savannah.

Shaw: Seth’s put everything on the line here. He’s all in, even putting the shirt off his back on the line and you. Miss Star, are the House. And the House never loses. That won’t start at Unstoppable. You’ve backed a Quebecois. A natural born winner. If I were you then I’d send security into Seth’s office the morning of Unstoppable to pack up all those little trinkets and personal touches he’s left in there into a box ready to send back to him. Or destroy. Or whatever. Because they’ll be able to revoke any and all access he might have the moment the bell rings at the end of Unstoppable X. Then you can break out the champagne, throw one Hell of a party and I’ll start getting ready for the next fool who thinks they can beat me.

As Shaw was talking, Kyle’s phone began to ring. He held up a finger and stepped away, so as not to interrupt. When Shaw finished, Samantha leaned in to share a bit more.

Samantha: Just as a little bonus incentive. If you dominate Savannah like I hope you do, maybe you and I already know who will replace Seth.

She glanced towards Shaw’s manager, and back to her. Shaw raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Shaw: You couldn’t pick anyone better suited or more experienced to take on and excel in such a high profile role. Everything you could want in a COO and he could definitely take FFW to the next level… Apple, Amazon, Google, Microsoft, FFW.

The two exchange knowing glances before the show cuts back inside the arena.



 

The bell sounds a few times to direct all attention to the ring, and there we find Kat Grayson standing front and center in the ring. 

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

Zack: Hello, everyone. And welcome to the Wells Fargo Center here in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! You’re watching Velocity, and we’re about to kick off the show with some tag team action. 

Mai: Don’t you mean 2 teams that make me a little nauseous by how nice they are to each other? Unfortunately there’ll be no chairs likely used in this match.

“Deuce” by Kiss begins to play, Jem runs out of the back and onto the stage area, sprinting across to the far side and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she encourages the crowd to get a little louder. Charging across to the other side of the stage, she once more cheerleaders before heading back to the middle of the stage. Meeting her partner there the two girls double high five and turn it into a hug that breaks as Jem charges down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. Angela follows her down the ramp, slapping hands with fans. Jem pops up to her feet and makes a tour of the corners, climbing to the middle turnbuckle and throwing her hands into the air to get a cheer from the crowd before moving onto the next one. As Angela reaches the ring she walks hops up onto the apron and raises one clenched fist in the air before she enters the ring and walks to the NHB corner to await the start of the match.

Kat: Approaching the ring at a combined weight of 306lbs, the team of Jem Michaels and Angela Hinchcliffe...NO HOLDING BACK!!!

Zack: You’d have a hard time finding a team much closer than Angela and Jem. These two set records in Future Shock, and would now love to try their hand at becoming Unity Champions.

Mai: Well if they manage to maul and destroy OE whenever they get the chance, I’d be alright with that. And I may like them more, but I won’t hold my breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zack: Caitlyn put on one hell of a performance last Saturday night against Nevaeh Summers. She held her own, and nearly won more than once. Even Nevaeh was impressed.

Mai: That’s because Nevaeh is a dullard, Zack. She probably also thinks bowling is a sport, and was inspired by her high school janitor.

As Survivor by Destiny’s Child starts to play around the arena, Midnight walks out in her ring gear of black combat style shorts, matching black cut off tank top, black boots and a short black jacket. She stops at the top of the ramp, nodding her head a bit as the verse plays. As the chorus begins, white pyrotechnics erupt at the side of her. While the chorus plays, Midnight makes her way down the ramp, tagging the hands of the fans along the way.

I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm not gon' give up (what?)
I'm not gon' stop (what?)
I'm gon' work harder (what?)
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm gonna make it (what?)
I will survive (what?)
Keep on survivin'(what?)

Kat: Introducing at this time, hailing from London, England……”MIDNIGHT” MILA MARTIN!

I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm not gon' give up (what?)
I'm not gon' stop (what?)
I'm gon' work harder (what?)
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm gonna make it (what?)
I will survive (what?)
Keep on survivin'(what?)

As the chorus ends and Midnight reaches the bottom of the ramp, she speeds up and runs the rest of the way to the ring, then jumps straight up onto the apron. Holding onto the top rope she looks out to the crowd and raises her hand fist pumping and hyping the crowd up. She climbs into the ring as the music ends and heads to her corner, taking off her jacket and getting ready for the match.

Zack: Mila here will be in the main event of the next huge Future Shock special on July 16th when she meets Elizabeth Lannister in a No DQ match. 

Mai: Mila’s managed to fluke out win after win, but there’ll be nothing to save her at this show. I may even watch it, how about that?

Referee Melinda Davis calls for the bell to start the match, and all four women shake hands in the center of the ring. Caitlyn and Angela step out to their corners as Mila and Jem begin to circle. They lock up, and Jem immediately uses a monkey flip to send her up and over to the mat. Both women pop back to her feet as Mila gets surprised with a deep armdrag takedown followed by another and another and then a dropkick to the chest when she pops up again. The redhead grabs her by the arm, and yanks her to her feet before whipping her into her team’s corner. Mila’s barely in the corner for a second before Jem barges in with a running elbow smash across the jaw that snaps her head backwards. She made the tag to Angela, who came in and got whipped out and right back into a splash on Mila that dropped her to her knees. 

Zack: There’s no more fluid team in all of FFW than Angela and Jem, and they are showing you that right now. 

Mai: Mila’s gotta deal with the Bullwinkle of the team now, and it’s not going to get any easier as a result with Angela in there.

Angela tagged her partner back into the match, and they both whipped Mila across for the ride. She caught double back elbows on the rebound before the girls scooped her up for a flapjack. Martin bounced off the mat, and Jem took off for the far side while Angela left the ring. The former military officer was starting to rise just as Jem caught her with a running kneelift to the face. Another quick tag to Angela, Jem swept Mila’s feet and went for a catapult before Angela brought her back down with a cannonball senton. 

Zack: I don’t think Mila’s ever faced anyone with the speed and finesse of NHB. They are absolutely having their way with her!

Mai: That’s what happens sometimes. I mean I know YOU think Mila’s good, but I’ve not seen a thing here to convince me she knows what she’s doing.

As Jem left the ring, Angela pulled Mila to her feet and shoved her into the nearest neutral corner. Hinchcliffe got into a three point stance, and took off towards her with a tackle in mind. But Mila got her knee up, and caught Angela on the jaw instead. It dropped her to a knee before Martin hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside to deliver a blockbuster. The brunette sat up slowly, shaking her head as she tried to collect herself. She glanced to her partner and was about to head towards her till she saw Angela beginning to get up again.

Mai: Look at Mila wanting out of this match. She’s like “You fight’em, Caitlyn. I’m getting my ass kicked in here.” 

Zack: Except for the fact I think she changed her mind. Angela’s beginning to get up, and Mila may have something to do about that.

Both women got to their feet, and Mila started unloading with rapid right hands to Angela’s head. A short knee to the ribs doubled her over before “Midnight” took off for the near side. She caught Angela with a running neckbreaker, and immediately went for a cover with a hook of the leg. 

Zack: Mila may not need to make a tag after all! She’s caught Angela off guard!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!

Angela got her shoulder up at two, and Mila quickly rolled towards her corner. She made the tag to Caitlyn, and the blonde moved down to the apron. She watched Angela start to get up, and then used the top rope for a springboard into a missile dropkick!

Mai: Now she’s got Caitlyn in there. How much do you wanna bet Mila never tags back into the match after that whipping?

Hinchcliffe started to get up as Caitlyn grabbed her arm, and started firing front kicks into her chest and abdomen. Several quick shots landed before Caitlyn followed up with a side Russian leg sweep. Storm took off for the far side, and connected with a rolling thunder senton But she kept rolling, and used the middle rope for a springboard into an Asai moonsault for the cover with a leg hook!

Mai: Why didn’t they let Caitlyn start this damn match?! Look at this!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

TH-NOPE!!

Angela kicked out, and shoved Caitlyn off the cover. That didn’t slow the blonde down for long as she headed for the corner, and started to make her way up. She peered between her legs to see where Angela was, and then launched herself. Hinchcliffe rolled out of the way, only for Caitlyn to land on her feet behind her and drop her with a reverse DDT.

Zack: FFW’s Kick Queen has been adding to her arsenal! She was like a ping pong ball all over the ring. 

It was clear that Caitlyn was getting into a groove as she took off for the ropes again. But as she rebounded, Angela shocked her with a massive discus clothesline that flipped her in midair to the mat. Angela dropped to a knee, and tried to get herself together before glancing to her corner and making the way over to get a tag. 

Zack: Did you see that discus clothesline?! Caitlyn nearly had her head taken off! I think she irritated Angela!

Mai: Irritated her? She almost decapitated her. It’s like trying to swat a fly in your house, only Angela didn’t use a swatter. She used a telephone pole. 

Jem hopped up onto the top rope as Angela grabbed her, and sent her flying with a rocket launcher that landed perfectly on target. Jem rolled off as Hinchcliffe lunged forward into a massive backsplash before rolling out of the ring. Jem dove back on top of the blonde, and hooked the leg for a cover.

Mai: They’re gonna squeegee Caitlyn off the mat after this is over. You sure these two teams like each other? 

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THRE-NOPE!!

Caitlyn’s shoulder came up off the mat in time, and Jem quickly got back to her feet. She watched as Storm began to try to do the same before she grabbed her feet. She fell backwards into a catapult that sent Caitlyn face first into the top turnbuckle. She staggered out of the corner before Jem planted her with a spinebuster. 

Zack: There’s no bad blood here, but these two teams are going full tilt on each other regardless! Climbing the Unity ladder means a lot to all of them. 

Jem rolled back to her feet, and started to circle around Caitlyn. The blonde was having considerable trouble getting back to her feet before Jem swooped in from behind her, and locked in a cobra clutch. Caitlyn didn’t put up much fight at the moment, and Jem stepped on the back of her leg to get her down to her knees. Davis moved in front of Caitlyn to see if she wanted to stop the match, but got no sign of that. Jem began to lean into the hold to get more out of it. 

Mai: Caitlyn didn’t put up much of a challenge on that cobra clutch, did she? NHB have done a good job of slowing her down, but if they had a good tire iron…

Zack: This match has went back and forth like a pendulum, and Jem’s trying to bring the pace down to a manageable level. She doesn’t want Caitlyn getting wind beneath her again.

The referee grabbed Caitlyn’s hand to let it drop back down. A second time, it fell again. But as she was about to grab it for a third time, Mila caught Jem with a running knee strike to the head that sent her backwards to a seat on the mat. The referee escorted her back to the corner as she held out her hand, and started calling for Caitlyn to come towards her. Angela was doing the same as Jem was collecting herself, and dueling chants for both women began to be heard throughout the Wells Fargo Center. 

Zack: Just like I thought, this Philly crowd is split down the middle. Half and half, neither team has more support than the other right now.

Mai: What do these losers know? They also like the Flyers and support the Steelers. So taste isn’t really something Philadelphia is known for. 

Jem made it to her corner first, and made the tag to Angela. The powerhouse of the team came into the ring with a head of steam aiming right for Caitlyn, but she dove into the corner to tag Mila. “Midnight” met Angela right in the center as the two teams began unloading with rapid fire right hands. Angela was getting the best of the exchange though, and fired Mila into her team’s corner. But Mila decked Jem with a big right hand that knocked her off the apron, and dove out of the way as Angela used a big splash that got nothing but the corner. Martin spun her around into a facebuster, and then into the cover. 

Mai: Hey look, Mila’s actually being a useful tag partner for the first time in the match! She is capable of holding up her end of the deal. 

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

The count never finished as Jem came back into the ring with a sliding dropkick that sent her off the cover. Mila quickly got to her feet as Jem went for a superkick...only to have her foot caught by Mila!

Zack: Look at that! Mila caught Jem’s foot, and the question now is what exactly does she plan to do with it?!

Mila spun her around, and delivered an atomic drop that sent Jem into the ropes chest first. Before the redhead could turn around, Mila ducked between her legs and scooped her up for an electric chair. Angela was back to her feet and reaching to grab her before Mila jerked her forward into a ripcord knee strike to the head. She hooked her arms into position for her version of the Unprettier, but Angela raised up with Mila upside down on her back. 

Zack: Mila was going for one of her favorite moves, but Angela had it scouted and now what’s she gonna do with her?!

Mai: She’s not about to invite her to an ice cream social, I’ll tell you that! Look at her, she’s breaking free!!

Mila managed to break free, and land on her feet. Angela raised up and ducked right back down as Jem caught Martin with a superkick to the jaw. It propelled her into the ropes. But as Jem was admiring her handiwork, Caitlyn caught her with a running spear. The fans were roaring at this point. Angela got her bearings, and looked to see Mila stumbling. 

Zack: This thing has broken down, and Caitlyn just nearly put Jem through the ring! Mila’s stunned, what’s Angela thinking? 

Mai: Probably about where to have pizza later after the match. She looks like a healthy eater from here. 

Hinchcliffe pulled Mila forward, and into position for her cradle piledriver. As soon as Martin collapsed on the mat, Angela went for the cover with both legs hooked. 

Zack: That’s the ANGEL DRIVER!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Caitlyn wasn’t able to make the save in time with Jem grabbing her from behind. Angela rolled off the cover, taking in big gulps of air before getting to her feet. Davis raised her and Jem’s hands to a pop. 

Mai: What’d I tell you? She was starting to get hungry, and was thinking she needed to put this thing to bed.

Kat: Here are your winners by pinfall……….NO HOLDING BACK!!

Zack: What a thrilling performance by both teams, and it was NHB that proved to be a little too much for Caitlyn and Mila! Man, I’d love to see this again.

Angela helped Mila to her feet as Jem shook Caitlyn’s hand. Both of them raised the other team’s hands to another pop from the crowd. 

Zack: NHB moves a step closer to potentially making a claim for the Unity Tag Titles! But Caitlyn and Mila showed a hell of a lot of heart tonight!

Mai: Heart doesn’t win a damn thing in this business. 

As the foursome headed towards the back still winded and worn down, that’s when Velocity headed for a commercial break.



Eyes on the Prize

The camera takes us backstage, and we find the shining and pristine Fast Track Championship sitting on a pedestal. Standing around it is one of the women competing for it: Valerie McKinley as well as her manager. 

Kyle: They polished that title up beautifully, didn’t they? Only thing that’s missing is your name written across the front of it, but we won’t have to wait long for that to happen, now will we? 

Valerie looks at the shining gold of the championship and smiles.

Valerie: We won’t have to wait long at all before it comes home to me and is placed around my waist.

Kyle: See, July 27th is gonna be a night for firsts for many reasons. For Valerie, it’ll be her first of many championships to come in FFW after she climbs the ladder to take what should already be hers anyway. It’s also her first Unstoppable. She’s been to them, but never has she been in the ring at one. So on the 10th Unstoppable of all, she will ascend to the biggest stage for women in the sport, and become the next Fast Track Champion.

Valerie: You see, I’m well aware of what is at risk here. Ladder matches are no joke. Want to know what else is NOT a joke? At least two of my opponents at Unstoppable. The rest of them? Eeehhhh not so much of a threat. I’ve watched Unstoppable before on pay per view and I was at last year’s show, but this year, this year everything changes. This year I get my chance to shine on the show of shows and I get my chance to put my name in the history books. 

Kyle: Let’s play a little word association with each of the women who will be coming up short in Los Angeles. Let’s start with…… Hmm, Nevaeh Summers, who I had to call her match last week.

Valerie cocks her head to the side and scrunches up her face in thought.

Valerie: Tough...very tough. Also lethal. Next!

Kyle: Caitlyn Storm.

Valerie: Peppy….ish. Also in over her head.

Kyle: Angelina Fantastica.

Valerie rolls her eyes.

Valerie: UUGGGHHHH.

Kyle: I think the biggest threat… Isis Morales.

Valerie: Not to be taken lightly at all. The one redhead even I don’t want to cross.

Kyle: And then one of the women you spent most of spring having to deal with, and are facing at Breaking Point. Rose Gardner.

The redhead can’t help but laugh as she places her hands on her hips.

Valerie: She is most definitely a glutton for punishment. How many times does she want to keep on with this dance? More importantly, how many times does she want to have it end the same way it always does….with her counting the lights? Guess will find out at Breaking Point when history ONCE AGAIN repeats itself.

Kyle: Couldn’t have said it better myself. What a night it’ll be for Valerie and Lacey too. Valerie gets to be the next Fast Track Champion, while Lacey claims her first Hall of Famer. I couldn’t be prouder of you two. 

Valerie: My sister in spirit Lacey is going to cement her own legacy at Unstoppable and I am going to climb the ladder, literally and figuratively, to claim the Fast Track championship. Unstoppable truly will be…..golden.

A quick graphic reminds us of the six women vying to become the next Fast Track Champion is shown before we head elsewhere.

[Adam Grant]

 

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

Zack: It’s time for a rematch from Relentless that could help build additional momentum towards the ladder match to crown the next Fast Track Champion.

Mai: You know this is the last person Nevaeh wants to face. Or at least it should be anyway, if she has a brain.

The lights in the arena go out.

Just then as the intro to “Kong at the Gates” by The Misfits blares into the arena, generating a buzz from the crowd.

Kat: Making her way to the ring…representing The Privileged Circle…Hailing from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California…standing at an impressive 6 foot 6 and weighing two hundred and thirty pounds. She is the “Titaness of Destruction”…

ISIS MORALES!!!!!!

As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain. Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, the spotlight following her on their way to the ring.

Once she climbs up to the apron of the ring, Isis faces the crowd and looks menacingly at them. She easily steps over the top rope to enter the ring with ease and then walks towards the center of the ring to stand there, soaking up the reaction from the crowd. Isis then stomps her foot down on the mat with force and, instantly, the four corners of the ring shoot out smoke, with a booming sound, mimicking an explosion. She lets out a primal roar and then goes over to a corner where she climbs up and poses, yelling back at the crowd at every chance. She then goes toward the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing after climbing up. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her coat and gives it to the ring attendant. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before settling in the corner of the ring as they wait for her opponent.

Mai: I bet Isis is feeling even more confident than normal. She knows she can beat Neveah. She did it at Relentless. Now she can finish the job.

Zack: Nevaeh is one of the very few people that Isis seems to have a little bit of a soft spot for. At least until the bell rings.

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.

Mai: Do you think Nevaeh was backstage trying to bribe someone to get her out of this match?

Zack: When you ask a serious question, I’ll answer that. Nevaeh here is just off a helluva performance against Caitlyn Storm at Breaking Point.

Melinda Davis was the referee in charge of the match who, with the crowd getting louder in anticipation of the action, finished the pre-match formalities and called for the bell. The two wrestlers came out of their corners and to the middle of the ring. Once more Summers extended her hand in a show of sportsmanship and got a handshake from Isis...which Nevaeh quickly turned into a drop toe hold that sent the Californian face first into the canvas. Quickly Morales pushed her way back up onto all fours only for Summers to catch with an elbow strike right between her shoulder blades. A second and third elbow strike followed as her red haired opponent forced her way up onto one knee which saw the blonde grab her by the head and connect with three knees into her chest. As the third knee landed, Summers pulled Isis into a headlock and launched herself forward to once again put her down on the mat with a bulldog. 

Mai: Trying to strategize against Isis is a lot like trying to decide how you’re gonna beat up a redwood tree. It all sounds fine till you have to do it.

Zack: No one can logically argue that Isis doesn’t have it in her to be a dominating force in the ring. At least not with any honesty.

Nevaeh quickly came back to a vertical base and took off towards the ropes, bouncing off them and came back to catch the rising powerhouse with a dropkick to the chest. Summers came quickly back to her feet and started to fire off kicks into her foe’s body as the red haired competitor started to come back to her feet. The strikes continued to connect with the Privileged Circle’s members body and legs, wobbling her slightly before Nevaeh threw another kick aimed at her hip and found her foot caught by her opponent. The Georgia Peach hopped up and down on one foot for a moment or two before she leapt into the air and caught Isis with a perfect enzugiri. The kick to the side of the head staggered the taller woman, sending her towards the ropes. As Morales turned back towards the blonde, Nevaeh darted forward and sent her flying through the air and back to the mat with a monkey flip. 

Mai: Don’t you see the inherent handicap in this ladder match at Unstoppable? I’m not sure Isis is going to need a ladder to reach that title. I think she could just jump.

Zack: It’ll be higher over the ring than that, I promise you. And even if it wasn’t, her vertical leap isn’t exactly NBA levels.

Isis sat up as she landed only to find that Summers was back on her feet and once more came off the ropes to connect with a running knee to the red heads face sending her back down to the canvas. The blonde followed it up with a leg drop across the chest of the Titaness of Destruction. The instant Nevaeh moved away, Morales sat up, a hand going to her chest and Summers quickly applied a rear chinlock, using the hold to try and keep her opponent down on the mat. She had little success as the former Future Shock Champion used her power up pull Nevaeh’s hands apart from underneath her jaw, keeping hold of her wrists as she rose back to her feet before she finally released one of her hands and used her grip on the other to yank her around and into a short arm clothesline attempt. Which the blonde ducked underneath as she ghosted behind her opponent. Quickly the FFW Hall of Famer spun around to face Isis’ back and left her feet, grabbing hold of the Titaness by her head and slammed her down into the canvas with a reverse sit out facebuster.

Mai: If I were Isis, I’d just use the same strategy I had at Relentless. It worked great, and got her the win after all.

Zack: Oh yeah, because Nevaeh wouldn’t be expecting her to do that again or have any recollection of it so she could be prepared. You used to manage, which is amazing.

The Privileged Circle member rolled over onto her front and Nevaeh was quick to wrap her arms around her opponent’s head and apply a front facelock. Isis tried to push upwards, getting to all fours before Summers used her leg strength to push off against the mat and into a gator roll, spinning back and forth across the canvas with her foe in tow. As she finished the move, the Atlanta native pulled Isis upwards and straight into a snap DDT that spiked her down into the canvas. The former Future Shock Champion rolled onto her back as Nevaeh nipped back to her feet and set off towards the ring ropes, springboarding off the middle rope to deliver a lionsault. Summers quickly made the cover.

Mai: So you tell me then. What does it prove if Nevaeh wins tonight? Isis already wont he match that mattered.

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Zack: A near fall for Summers right there. As for your question, it shows she can do it and gives her that much more confidence heading into Unstoppable 10.

At one and a half Isis shoved Nevaeh away from her, sending her rolling away and across the ring to break up the cover. Isis quickly began to rise to her feet only for Summers to sprint forwards and catch the Titaness with a leaping double knee strike to her chest. Morales reeled backwards and the blonde quickly began to follow up with a series of vicious knife edge chops to the tall woman’s chest. Four chops landed, Isis taking two steps backwards before the Titaness returned fire with a big right hand of her own to the side of Nevaeh’s jaw. Summers took two steps backwards from the shot before she found her balance and took a further two steps backwards before she exploded forward and delivered a spinning wheel kick to the Privileged Circle members jaw. Again it staggered Isis backwards, causing the woman to look momentarily unsteady on her feet before Nevaeh grabbed hold of her wrist and fired her across the ring and into the corner. 

Mai: I wouldn’t be having Isis on her feet, if it were me. I’d keep her on the mat all I could, but look at Nevaeh here. 

Zack: That all sounds good, but it presupposes that Isis is just gonna lay there for her till she gets tired of beating on her. 

As Morales hit the turnbuckles back first Summers wasn’t far behind, stepping up onto the middle rope as she brought her knee up into Isis jaw. She held the pose for a moment with her knee firmly planted against her foes face before she moved to sit on the turnbuckle and hooked her arms around the Titanesses head. Nevaeh launched herself forward into an attempt at a Tornado DDT only for her powerhouse opponent to shove her off. Nevaeh landed on her feet and found her balance, spinning immediately back to face Isis as she ran towards her and leapt into the air… straight into a raised foot from the Californian. The Hall of Famer landed on her feet and stumbled backwards towards the middle of the ring, trying to find her balance only for the Privileged Circle member to step forward and drive the blonde into the canvas with an STO.

Mai: So who do you like in the ladder match, Zack? I’m going with Isis or Valerie McKinley myself. 

Zack: I don’t have a favorite, that’s a pick’em. I don’t see any obvious choice for who leaves with the title. 

Isis stepped away for a couple of moments, holding her head with one hand as Summers rolled to the side and began to come to her feet. This prompted Morales to take off towards the ring ropes, coming back towards her opponent and delivered another big boot to the side of her head causing Nevaeh to spin as she fell down to the canvas. The Georgia Peach began to push upwards, getting to all fours before Isis brought her the rest of the way to her feet and crashed a tomahawk chop down into the top of her skull that saw Nevaeh drop straight back down to her knees. Isis gave her no chance to recover, driving four knees into the blonde’s chest before she pulled her up to her feet once more and into a headbutt. Summers staggered backwards, dropping down to one knee before she was once more dragged back up to her feet by her opponent the powerhouse forcing her backwards into the ring ropes with a series of stiff forearm strikes to the side of her jaw. 

Mai: I’m pretty sure it won’t be Nevaeh. After the way she’s treated Casey given all the support she was given, she doesn’t deserve to win. 

Zack: Why don’t you take a few minutes and go make a donation through her app? I can handle this match on my own. 

Isis trapped the World’s Finest against the ring ropes, unloading a barrage of four more forearm strikes as the referee called for the break. Morales complied with the officials instructions, whipping Summers across the ring into the opposite ropes and the red haired woman met her on the return with a lariat that flipped Summers head over heels before landing hard on the canvas. The Atlanta native rolled onto her front and forced herself onto all fours; the former Future Shock Champion immediately drove a soccer style kick into Neveah’s rib cage. The former FFW Champion rolled over onto her back which allowed the Privileged Circle member to deliver three quick vicious stomps to her ribcage. Nevaeh’s arms went across her body, trying to protect herself. As she attempted to sit up, Isis reached down and started to pull her up to her feet and Summer’s immediately looked to take advantage and surprise the Titaness by pulling her downwards into a small package.

Mai: Oh yeah, Isis...in a small package. This’ll work.

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Zack: I agree somewhat there. It is hard to contain a woman that size long enough to get a three count like that.

At the last possible moment Isis managed to kick out and looked to the referee as the two count was confirmed to her. Morales reached her feet at the same time as Nevaeh, the blonde had one arm across her ribcage as she threw a haymaker closed fist right and connected with the side of Isis jaw. A second haymaker followed as the crowd rallied behind Nevaeh urging her onwards as the blows only seemed to be making Isis angry. A third haymaker landed by Isis quietened down the crowd as she landed a front kick to her opponent’s gut. Summers doubled over and Isis didn’t waste a moment, pulling her friend towards her and upwards into position for a powerbomb, hoisting her up as she stepped forward and hurled the blonde into the corner with a buckle bomb. Nevaeh gingerly stepped out of the corner and was quickly scooped up by the powerhouse and into a body slam turnbuckle smash. Isis kept Nevaeh in her grasp as she moved a couple of steps away from the corner and slammed the blonde down into the canvas. Moving back into the corner, the Titaness of Destruction pushed up the inside of the corner to the middle rope and fell forward to drive an elbow drop into her opponent’s chest. Nevaeh tried to roll away, holding her body only for Morales to pull her onto her back and laid across her chest to make the cover.

Mai: Normally a cover like that would look silly, but not when you are the size of Isis Morales. 

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Zack: That’s definitely a lot of body on body coverage, but Nevaeh’s too tough to go down yet.

Nevaeh kicked out and Isis nodded her head as the referee showed her the two count, Morales pulled Summers upwards, lifting her onto her shoulders before she flipped the World’s Finest forward and into a gutbuster. Summers rolled away, cradling her body with both arms only for her opponent to step forward, planting a foot on her chest before she brought her other foot up next to it, causing Nevaeh to let out a cry of pain before Morales stepped off her body and onto the canvas with a pleased look on her face. The blonde rolled away once more, still holding her body as an expression of pain was painted across her face. Morales played to the crowd for a moment, getting booed as she did so before she turned back to the former FFW Champion, pulling her up from the mat and into a bear hug, wrapping her arms tightly around her body as she looked to squeeze the life from her foe and put ever more pressure on her ribs. Davis quickly moved into position and asked Nevaeh if she wanted to quit, only to get a ‘No’ from the competitor.

Mai: Just go ahead and quit, Nevaeh. Maybe she has something you can smoke after the show. 

Zack: You’ve become more and more of a marginal person, and I wasn’t sure how you could do it. But here we are.

Isis once more tightened up her grip around her opponent’s body, shaking her from side to side. As she stopped shaking the Hall of Famer from side to side, she reaffirmed her grip as the referee once more checked if Nevaeh wanted to submit and got a gasped ‘No’ in response. Once more the Atlanta wrestlers answer prompted the Red Haired Goliath to shake her from side to side violently. After a few long seconds of shaking, Isis relented and the referee again asked the question of the former FFW Champion who didn’t bother to answer. Instead as agony racked her face, Neveah arched backwards as much as possible and tried to push Isis head backwards with one hand looking for an escape before letting out a roar and bell clapping Morales around the ears. A second and a third bell clap followed before Isis used all her power to hurl Summers to the mat with a belly to belly slam. 

Mai: I hear that’s how Isis throws out the trash. The only difference wasn’t there wasn’t a garbage can for Nevaeh to fall into. 

Zack: There’s very few who can make that woman for power in FFW, and Nevaeh certainly isn’t one of them.

Nevaeh arched her back in agony, arms holding her ribs as Isis began to rise back to her feet and again didn’t allow her opponent any time to recover as she pulled Summers up to her feet. As they both made it to a vertical base, Morales drove four raised knees into her midriff, doubling Summers over before Isis straightened her up with a European uppercut to her jaw. The FFW Hall of Famer took a step backwards and was goozled by the powerhouse; the former Future Shock Champion wrapping both hands around her throat to lift her off her feet and drive her back first into the canvas with a chokebomb. Quickly Isis made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

Mai: That’s a long drop off the chokeslam, Zack!

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Zack: It certainly is, but you gotta hand it to Nevaeh for managing to kick out.

Summers kicked out of the pinfall at the last moment, rolling to the side as Isis looked at the referee with great disdain as she was shown the two count. Nonetheless, the Titaness didn’t dispute his count, choosing instead to once more pull her opponent to her feet and sent her across the ring with a fallaway slam. Summers rolled towards the corner and began to pull herself upright by the ring ropes, making it back to her feet and Morales charged forward, looking to catch the blonde with a running hip attack only for Neveah to step out of the way at the last second, causing Morales to hit the middle turnbuckle hip first. Immediately the powerhouse held her hip as she stepped away from the corner and was taken straight down to her knees thanks to a chop block by the blonde. 

Zack: Can you imagine what it’s gonna look like at Unstoppable these two women and four others are all scrambling in the ladder match to become the next Fast Track Champion?

Mai: I can imagine five of them scrambling, yeah. I already told I think Isis is just gonna have to jump to reach it.

Again Neveah rolled to the ropes, using them to pull herself upwards, holding her ribcage with one arm as she forced herself back to a vertical base at the same time as her opponent. As the Titaness began to move towards her, Nevaeh hopped up onto the middle rope and used it as a springboard to deliver a disaster kick to her foe’s jaw. Isis staggered backwards; the Atlanta native still holding her ribcage as she followed up with a roundhouse kick to the jaw and then a codebreaker - Summers letting out a cry of pain as she landed the move and hit the mat. Again the former FFW Champion forced herself back to her feet, finding herself half a step behind Isis who swung a fist towards Nevaeh. The blonde managed to block the shot and countered into an armdrag. Isis rolled through and found herself taken down with a second arm drag. A third and a fourth followed before Nevaeh changed her point of attack as this time she took Morales off her feet with a dragon screw leg whip that she transitioned through into a knee bar, dropping to the mat and grapevining the leg as she locked it in.

Zack: This is a strategy we see often against Isis, and for good reason. It works. She’s not nearly as dangerous if she can’t stand on her own two feet. 

Mai: Maybe, but she’s not gonna tap out to Nevaeh. Who taps out to Nevaeh?! I mean seriously!

Davis immediately dropped down in front of Isis, asking her if she wanted to quit and got a very quiet, very defiant and very definite ‘No’. The Georgia Peach continued to pull on the left leg, trying to hyper extend the knee joint as Isis continued to refuse to submit, running her hands through her hair and kicking her free foot against the canvas for a moment before she started to use her fingers to drag the pair of them across the ring. After some determined effort, Isis made her height advantage pay as she stretched out her arm and managed to wrap her hand around the bottom rope. Melinda Davis called for the break and found herself forced into using the five count to get the break on four. 

Mai: Look at her cheating and not letting go. You’re telling me this is someone you respect and admire?

Zack: I assure you Isis would be doing the exact same thing if the roles were reversed.

Summers shook her head as she came back to her feet, holding her ribcage once more as she watched Isis get her feet underneath, favouring the left leg for a moment before she turned towards her foe and started to step towards her. As she did so, Nevaeh launched herself forward and drove a leaping forearm into her chest, followed by a second leaping forearm. As Isis took a step backwards the former FFW Champion took her opponent down to the canvas with a drop toe hold and once more took full advantage as she transitioned out of the takedown and straight into an ankle lock, gripping the Titaness’ left foot and twisting on the joint. Isis again refused to quit as the official asked her the question, hands pulling at her face and running through her hair for a couple of moments before she pounded the mat with her fists, still refusing to quit. It only caused Nevaeh to twist the joint further.

Zack: Nevaeh’s hellbent on getting that submission, and Isis’ face is telling you what she’s feeling right now.

Mai: She’s not gonna tap out to this insect, Zack.

Isis still refused to quit, shaking her head as the referee asked the question before she contorted her body and lashed out upwards with her free foot, driving her boot into the blonde’s body. Three connected before Neveah released the hold and fell backwards against the ropes, holding her chest. Again Morales began to rise to her feet, heavily favouring her left leg as she did so. Summers eyes never left her opponent as she waved to the crowd, encouraging them to get louder before she used the ring ropes as a springboard once more, launching herself onto her opponent’s shoulder and snapped off a reverse hurricanrana. 

Zack: Nevaeh using the ropes to get a little extra height, and she just drilled Isis as a result!

Mai: That’s because she knows she can’t do it without using something.

Nevaeh held her ribs again as she rolled away and again forced herself to her feet, waving Morales upwards, letting her start to get her feet underneath before she came forward and slammed Isis face first into the canvas with the Golden State of Mind running leg drop. The Privileged Circle member bounced back up onto all fours and started to rise as Neveah came back to her feet, stalking around behind her opponent before she launched herself forward and jerked Morales backwards into the canvas with the Walk of Shame. Neveah took a moment on the canvas, holding her back before she rolled over and threw herself on top of her opponent for the cover.

Mai: Nope. This isn’t gonna work either, toots.

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Zack: You were right for once about that, but that just means Nevaeh’s work is far from done. Toots?

Isis kicked out of the pinfall once more and Neveah looked towards the referee, seeing the two count confirmed and nodded her head. Summers came back to her feet and began to wave her arms as though conducting an orchestra, getting the crowd to cheer her loudly before she threw her arms out to the side in her signature pose and moved towards the rising former Future Shock Champion and quickly looked to get her into position for the Grand Finale. Before she could hook her foe’s arms though, Morales had wrapped them around the blonde’s thighs and lifted her upwards off her feet before she snapped her forward, driving her back first into the canvas with an alabama slam. Isis staggered backwards into the ropes taking a couple of moments to recover while Nevaeh writhed on the canvas in pain, holding her back with one hand. Finally the former FFW Champion began to come to her feet only for Isis to move towards her and Irish whip her into the ropes where she caught her on the return with a spinebuster. 

Mai: How the heck did she get Isis up off the ground for a spinebuster? Is she taking more drugs now? Is she on PEDs too?

Zack: Oh shut up.

The Titaness of Destruction rolled away and held her left knee as she rose back to her feet and tried to walk off the effects of the Summers’ submission holds.  As Summers began to rise back to her feet, she was taken straight back down to the canvas with a spinning discus clothesline. The former FFW Champion quickly started to rise back to her once more and as she did so, Isis helped her upwards before she scooped her off of her feet and drove her spine first into the mat with a michinoku driver. Isis made the cover and Davis slid into position to make the count.

Zack: Isis planted her, and I’m not sure Nevaeh or anyone is gonna be able to get up after that!

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Mai: She’s brainless, so it didn’t have as much effect as it would on someone with intelligence, Zack.

Neveah kicked out and rolled to the side as Isis looked at the referee, asking for three but only getting two shown to her. Morales nodded her head and came back to her feet, kicking out her left leg a couple of times to get the blood flowing as she waited for the Georgia Peach to begin to rise. Slowly Summers began to rise and when she got to her knees, Isis let out a cry of rage and began to snap off a series of stiff kicks to Nevaeh’s body, finishing off the combination with a spinning kick to the side of the blonde’s head. The World’s Finest dropped down onto all fours, looking dazed as she pressed her forehead against the canvas for a couple of moments. The Titaness of Destruction quickly dropped back to the ropes, building up a head of steam and as Summer raised her head from the canvas, Morales curb stomped the back of her head, driving her face back into the mat and completing the Titaness Stomp. Morales landed on her left leg and immediately stumbled slightly, hand reaching down to her knee for a second before she lowered herself down to the mat and made the cover on the Hall of Famer.

Mai: Just stay down, Nevaeh. It’s okay, we all know you’re a loser!

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...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: For a loser, she sure has done everything there is to do in her career in FFW.

Mai: Luck.

At the last possible second, Nevaeh rolled her shoulder to break up the count and the referee got a death glare from the Privileged Circle as she held up two fingers. Isis demanded the three count from her as she came back to her feet; Davis though showed her the two once more. Isis shook her head and turned back to her opponent who had made it onto all fours and the red haired Goliath moved towards her, pulling her upwards and onto her shoulders, getting her into position for the Voyage to Armageddon. Instantly the former FFW Champion came to life, firing off elbows and knees into the side of Morales head, causing the red haired woman to drop her back down to the canvas. Nevaeh landed on her feet behind Isis but before she could go on the attack, Isis caught her a glancing blow with a mule kick aimed at her gut that saw Nevaeh wrap her arms across her middle.

Mai: When Isis mule kicks you, it’s like being kicked by an elephant. Everything hurts, especially wherever that foot landed. 

Zack: When you’re that size and especially that power, every little thing can be debilitating for an opponent.

Isis looked behind her and caught sight of her opponent favouring her middle and instantly took off towards the ropes. Nevaeh followed her. Isis hit the ropes and came back, looking for Nevaeh only to turn as the blonde came running towards her and caught her with a running forearm smash. Isis staggered backwards as her foe took off towards the ropes once more and this time bounced from the bottom rope to the top before she hurled herself backwards, spinning in midair to catch Isis with a huge forearm smash that finally knocked Morales to the mat. The Titaness rolled and quickly came back to her feet, wildly throwing a right hand towards the blonde who ducked underneath it and left her feet to take Morales down to the canvas with a jumping neckbreaker.

Zack: Brilliantly executed by Nevaeh! If she had it in her, I’d say go for the cover right now!

Zack: Nah, she’s too busy starting up at the lights and counting them. Casey is a saint to have tried to help this loser.

Both contenders were laid out on the mat and Davis quickly checked on both before she started the count. Isis was the first one to start to stir, rolling to one side as Davis got to three and pushing upwards. At the count of five, Morales had made it to one knee when suddenly Nevaeh kipped up to her feet, getting a loud cheer from the crowd and the blonde wasted no time at all as she skipped forward and drove a savate kick to the side of her opponent’s head. The Red Haired Goliath collapsed backwards onto the canvas and Summers nodded her head, dropping back to the ring ropes and bouncing off them as she came forward once more and into a running backsplash across the Titaness’ chest. Nevaeh held her chest as she rolled over, made the cover and reached down to hook the leg. 

Zack: Nevaeh can sense she’s closing in on the win right here! 

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...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mai: Yeah, sure. It’s like watching a Lilliputian fighting Gulliver. 

Isis kicked out in the nick of time and Neveah rolled into a sitting position, looking to the official with three fingers raised only to get a shake of the head from Davis and the two fingers shown as the referee explained the kickout came just ahead of the three count. Summers nodded her head as she sat on the canvas for a few more seconds, trying to breathe deeply and holding her rib cage as she did so. Finally she started to come to her feet, pulling Isis up with her only for Morales to surprise her as she grabbed the blonde by the wrist and jerked her forward, lifting her up onto her shoulders and slammed her down to the canvas with a Samoan Drop. 

Mai: A big Samoan drop, and Nevaeh’s wishing she had greased some palms to get out of this match. 

Zack: Tell us about all your clients who have titles in the last year.

Isis rolled over onto her knees and began to push upwards, pulling Nevaeh up with her and quickly whipped her into the ring ropes, catching her on the return with the Clothesline From Hell. As the Atlanta native hit the canvas, she rolled over onto her side and took a couple of moments. Isis rose back to her feet and gave a sign to the crowd, causing them to boo her before she started to pull Summers up to her feet. As she got the blonde woman upright, the red head Irish whipped her into the ropes and as Nevaeh came back towards her, Morales launched herself into the Priceless Kiss bicycle kick...only for Summers to forward roll underneath her boot and come back to her feet. 

Mai: PRICELESS KI----

Zack: And she got absolutely none of it too! What agility!

Nevaeh immediately continued to run the ropes, bouncing off them once more and as Morales turned to face her, Summers delivered a wheel kick that connected with the top of the Titaness’ head. The Privileged Circle member collapsed to the canvas and Nevaeh immediately rolled out to the apron, used the ropes to pull herself upwards and onto the top rope. Summers wasted no time as she flew from the top turnbuckle and into a Swanton Bomb to complete the Finest Experience … and got a rough landing as Isis brought her knees up at the very last second. Neveah slid off her foes knees and onto the mat, spasming in pain like a fish pulled out of water. Isis slowly pushed up to her knees, regarding her opponent warily as the blonde reached for her back in agony on the mat. 

Mai: Ahahahahaha! I like watching spot monkeys get wrecked by their own ignorance. It’s a passion really.

Morales continued up to her feet and moved towards the Atlanta native, reaching down and pulling her upwards, delivering three weary yet stiff raised knees into her abdomen before she finally moved her into position, trapping Nevaeh’s arms and lifting her upwards only to drop her down on her head with a back to back double underhook piledriver - the Doomsday Driver. Isis fell backwards and hooked the leg as she made the cover, Davis sliding into position to make the count.

Mai: DOOMSDAY DRIVER!!

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...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zack: And she did it again! SHE DID IT AGAIN!!

Davis called for the bell as she completed the count, Isis sitting up and slowly starting to rise as the official checked on Summers who had rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Getting the okay from the blonde, the official turned back towards Isis as the red head was beginning to rise to her feet.

Kat: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall… “THE TITANESS OF DESTRUCTION” ISIS MORALES!!!!

Zack: There are very very few who can say they knocked off Nevaeh Summers TWICE! But Isis Morales did, and she may just be the next Fast Track Champion!

Mai: ‘THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING THE WHOLE DAMN MATCH!!!

As Isis got to her feet, Davis raised her hand in the air in victory. Meanwhile, Nevaeh Summers slid underneath the bottom rope and came to her feet on the floor, holding her ribs for a moment before she began to applaud the former Future Shock Champion. Isis flashed her a look of respect, giving her a nod before she began to celebrate her victory, telling the world that she was going to be the next Fast Track Champion before the show cut elsewhere.



Rosalina Likes It Fast

The camera takes us backstage once more, and we find the shining and pristine Fast Track Championship sitting on a pedestal. This time though, it’s surrounded by two other people than earlier. That would be “Poison” Rose Gardner and her fiance, Alex. 

Alex: Holy crap, this thing is even shinier in person. You definitely need to take this, so we can take it on trips and stuff like “Here’s the Fast Track title at Disneyland…. Nintendo Headquarters…”

Rose: It is, isn’t it?! And being so close to a belt like this is… Is very inspiring! Hey, who do you think would look good with a belt like this around her waist? I can totes cosplay as someone AND rock this belt like nobody’s business, yo!

Alex rubs his chin as he gives this some thought. 

Alex: Well two come to mind actually. One, because it’s the Fast Track, I think Speed Racer should be in consideration. And two, I’d say you could be the Flash too. Notice all those speed references? Yup, I know pop culture!

Rose: Of course you do.

Rose nudges her fiance with a big smile.

Rose: But you know what? Cosplays aside… It feels good finally being able to say I’m in a championship match. I’ve done my homework, paid them dues, did some… big stuff. But this? This is my first ever championship match. And I know I always say it’s not wins and losses that define who you are, but, you know? I want this. I want this belt, I want it to be the crowning of the hard work I’ve put into this wrestling thing. So…

The Cosplay Princess draws in a big breath, only to let it out as a sigh.

Rose: This is pretty daunting, yanno?

Alex: It really is. But the cool thing is you’ve been in the ring with most of the women in it. So you know what to expect. I mean you’ve faced Isis before… or as I like to call her Clifford the Big Red Dog. You’ve faced Angelina, who definitely needed a 4th shot at the title like this. Mhmm. And of course, you got Snobbery McKinley at Breaking Point. The only cool people here...besides you are Nevaeh and Caitlyn.

Rose: And I have already defeated two of the women in this match, too!... Even if things kinda… went downhill from there, but we don’t talk about this. It’s gonna be fun to test my mettle in a ladder match too, since the family is known for being a bunch of height-loving daredevils. This… This is gonna be fun.

Alex: So one thing we should definitely do is say thanks to Mr. Star for putting Rose in this match. He could have picked anyone else on the roster, but he chose you. That must show maybe he’s a closet gamer at heart, or he just has awesome taste! I’m willing to accept either of those! And predict Rose will become the next Fast Track Champion before we take this thing on a road trip!

Rose snickers.

Rose: Imagine that: the one girl that was NOT picked by the owner, but by the COO instead… Gets the job done. I can only imagine the reactions.

Rosalina then nods at the Fast Track Championship belt, as if it could answer back to her.

Rose: You’re coming with me after Unstoppable, yeah? And, ladies? Remember what happened the last time Rosalina took on THE WORLD?

A smirk follows.

Rose: Time for a repeat performance.

And it’s on Gardner’s smirk that we fade into something else entirely.

[Adam Grant]

 

The bell sounds as the show returns to the arena, and Kat Grayson is already standing ready to go in the center of the ring.

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

Zack: Welcome back, we’re about to see the Franchise in action against the #1 contender to the Evolution title. A win here might skyrocket Mel into contendership after having just 2 singles matches since she came back. I’ll be joined by her manager shortly...unfortunately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zack: Mel Avilo is fresh off a win on a recent broadcast, and is certainly close to positioning herself for a possible Evolution shot down the line IF...and that’s a big IF...she can get past “Killer B.” 

Kyle: What are you talking about “if”? Mel’s more than capable of knocking off Bianca Reed. I think you have made way too much over her sneaking past Pike months ago. 

I told ya, baby
Uh-oh
I told ya

The arena darkens as “Rockstar 101” by Rihanna begins to play before the camera takes us behind a woman with purple hair. She steps out onto the stage, raising her hand and making a fist as the camera looks over her shoulder. She tosses her sunglasses on her head out to the crowd as she heads towards the ring.

Rocking these diamonds
I'm rocking this chain
Make sure you get a picture
I'm rocking my fame

Kat: Introducing from Atlanta, Georgia, this is the Princess of the Reed family……...BIANCA REED!!!!

Bianca climbs up onto the apron, drops into a split before sliding under the bottom rope to the inside. She brings her legs together and hops to her feet, already making eye contact with her opponent and running them down verbally while her music fades and before the bell even rings.

Zack: Bianca’s had enough of the Franchise. She got her rematch with Jo last week, and that fell apart thanks to her father. 

Kyle: Yeah, I saw that. Here’s the thing. She climbed up the corner he was standing near, there’s three other corners she could have picked where he wasn’t. We call these bad life decisions.

Referee Ashley Pruitt checked both girls, and called for the bell after Kat was out of the ring. Bianca already looked to be in a foul mood as Mel walked towards the center, and waved her forward. Reed took off but not towards Mel, as she used a baseball slide into Salvador at ringside. The blonde fell backwards onto the floor as Mel went to grab her opponent, only for Reed to spin into her with a flurry of punches to the side of her head. Shot after shot landed as she sent Mel reeling for a moment, then jerked her head down to drive her knee into it. As Mel staggered for a moment, Bianca used a handspring into the ropes and rebounded into a back elbow that floored Avilo to a pop from the crowd. 

Zack: Bianca isn’t playing around tonight! Mel got dropped, and the No Surrender Champion got put on her ass too! Reed’s taking the fight to everyone!

Kyle: I want you to remember that. Because if the “Typhoon” does something anywhere in this match, I don’t want to hear a word about it being unfair. She wasn’t doing anything out there.

Reed took off towards the ropes again as Mel was getting back to her feet, and caught her on the rebound with a leaping meteora. She landed on top of her, and went right back to hammering right hands into her head. Quickly getting back to her feet, she pulled Mel up with her and sent her into the far corner chest first. Mel stumbled backwards before Bianca bolted in with a backstabber that flipped her over onto the canvas. The fans were getting louder now as she headed up to the top rope. Mel had barely gotten back to her feet before Bianca dove off with a frankensteiner! She rolled through with both legs hooked. 

Zack: Mel hasn’t even gotten a shot in, Kyle! Reed’s running the table, and there’s the cover! It’s gonna be a bad night for the Franchise!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

Mel managed to kick out at two, and propel Bianca forward. But the #1 contender popped back to her feet, waving Mel to get up. The powerhouse started to do just that when Bianca launched towards her, grabbing her head for a tornado DDT.

Kyle: You’re not gonna catch Mel off guard like that. It was a nice try, but I could’ve told you that wasn’t going to work. 

Mel rolled towards the ropes to get up, and Bianca darted towards her. She was looking for a rolling Koppu kick, but Mel managed to sidestep her to avoid the contact. As soon as Bianca got her balance, she turned into a headbutt to the face from Mel that sent her through the ropes out to the apron. Avilo moved away, trying to regain her balance. And while the referee was looking at her, Bianca Salvador jerked Reed’s feet out from her on the apron and caused her head to smack the apron. The “Typhoon” had an annoyed look on her face as she hammered ins ome forearms to Reed’s head, and then dropped her with a swinging neckbreaker. The No Surrender Champion quickly went around the corner, and gave Kyle a high five as she passed him.

Kyle: Don’t even say a word about it. Bianca had that coming for attacking her when she hadn’t done anything. That’s called a receipt. 

Zack: The No Surrender Champion has laid out Bianca on the floor here, and she’s pretty proud of herself as a result, isn’t she?

Mel finally let the referee go and headed out to get her opponent. Bianca was slow to get up, and Mel didn’t make it any better when she ran her headfirst into the post. She moved around the corner, grabbing both of Bianca’s arms around the post and jerked her body into it repeatedly. Reed collapsed to her knees against the steel as Mel moved around behind her, and charged in with a hip attack to smash her head into it. Around the corner, Bianca Salvador was looking quite pleased and encouraging Mel to keep it up.

Zack: It’s always nice to have your own cheering section at ringside. But the Franchise never travel alone, none of them. 

Kyle: Look. When you have a successful thing going, everyone wants to be part of it. Bianca’s allowed to support her friend all she wants. Just like everyone who bought a ticket. 

Avilo scooped Bianca onto her shoulders with ease, and used a snake eyes to let her head bounce off the apron again. The brunette seemed pleased with herself before she finally tossed Bianca back into the ring under the bottom rope. Mel slid in after her and got to one knee before she pelted her with straight right hands to her head. The Philadelphia crowd showed her no love at all, and it didn’t seem to bother her either. She bounced off the near side with a double stomp to her body, then dropped down to make a cover with a hook of the leg. 

Zack: That’s a whole lot of force coming down on your body if you’re Bianca Reed. Mel may have stomped the air out of her too. 

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOPE!!

Reed popped her shoulder off the mat before the three, and Mel scooped her up again. This time, she hung her upside down into a tree of woe in the corner. As the referee admonished her, Salvador took a few shots into Reed’s head before backing away. Mel took off towards “Killer B” and drove a knee into her ribs. 

Kyle: The last place you want to be is stuck in a corner with someone like Mel. This is child’s play to her, and she’ll leave Bianca there as long as she can.

Mel stepped out to the apron, and made her way to the top rope. Bianca started to try to pull herself up in the corner where she hung before Mel used another double foot stomp to her body that snapped her down to the mat. She dropped down with both knees over her shoulders for the cover as Pruitt slid into position.

Zack: Jesus, a double stomp from the rop! Reed’s ribs may be in pieces, and Mel’s about to put this thing to bed!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THRE-NOOO!!!

Even though her shoulders were pinned, Bianca kicked her foot across the bottom rope. Pruitt pointed it out to Mel, who rolled her eyes as she got back to her feet. She dragged Bianca by the arms out of the corner with a shake of her head.

Kyle: The rope was the only thing that saved her right there. She was done, Zack. Mel’s added some new wrinkles to her arsenal, and they are working like gangbusters.

Mel watched as her opponent was starting to push up to her hands and knees in obvious pain. She grabbed her around the waist, and looked to be setting up for a powerbomb. But as soon as she got her up on her shoulders, Bianca started firing shots into her head repeatedly. The crowd came back to life as Mel staggered backwards until Reed landed on her feet. Mel came forward and ate a superkick on the chin that dropped her where she stood. Bianca dove on top of her for the cover. 

Zack: Where’s Bianca pulling this energy from?! And she just sent a few molars into orbit inside Mel’s mouth!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR-NOPE!!

Mel got her shoulder up in time, and Bianca struggled back to her feet. She held her ribs in pain as she headed for the nearest corner. Mel still looked dazed as her tag partner tried to warn her. Reed made it to the top rope, and came off with a split-legged moonsault. The Philly crowd roared in approval as a result. 

Kyle: You can tell she’s going for broke now. There’s no reason to be taking all these risks. Bianca’s trying anything at this point.

Bianca got back to her feet as the No Surrender Champion started trash talking her from the floor. “KIller B” flipped her a double bird as Mel was getting back to her feet. Bianca charged towards her and left her feet, but Mel snatched her and countered into a lifting side slam that spiked Bianca into the mat. Avilo laid across her for the cover as Pruitt dropped into position to make the count. 

Kyle: I guess you could say that Bianca just hit rock bottom right there, huh? 

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

THREEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

“Killer B” got her shoulder up in the nick of time, and this caused Salvador to start complaining to the referee about making a three count. Pruitt told her it was just a two as both Reed and Avilo lay on the mat, trying to get their second wind.

Zack: Arguing with the referee doesn’t change the count. Look at how much these two have taken out of one another here. 

It was Mel who started to get up first, but Bianca wasn’t far behind her. Avilo went to grab her, but Bianca blocked it and caught her with a kick to the gut. She grabbed her head for a springboard bulldog off the middle rope that got the crowd buzzing again. Reed sat up, and tried to collect herself a moment before getting back to her feet. She saw Mel starting to get up again. When the brunette came forward, she decked her with a spinning roundhouse kick that dropped her once more. Reed looked towards the corner, and immediately made her way towards it. 

Zack: Another devastating shot right to the dome! And the Princess of House Reed is going where she feels the most comfortable!

Kyle: It’s kind of a crutch for her when all her flippy stuff doesn’t work on the mat. She may be about to regret this though, we’ll find out. 

As soon as Mel was in position, Bianca launched herself into her corkscrew stunner! The crowd came to its feet as she hit it, and sent Mel down onto the mat. Reed dove across her for the cover with both legs hooked as the referee dropped to count.

Zack: How about an economy sized CRACKER JACKER!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Salvador was already in the ring, and about to grab her before Bianca rolled out of the way. She slid down to the floor, causing the referee to follow her to raise her hand.

Kyle: I’m pretty sure her shoulder was up there, but you know how these referees are. Plus she got out of the ring, smart decision!

Kat: Here’s your winner by pinfall……………’KILLER B’ BIANCA REED!!

Bianca had a tired smile on her face as she raised her hand to a pop from the crowd. Salvador helped Mel to her feet in the ring as Bianca flipped them both off. 

Zack: Bianca Reed has picked up a very hard fought win over the powerhouse of the Franchise tonight, and now she’s got Evolution gold on her mind. 

Kyle: Oh yeah, she’ll face someone who is as much of a hot dog in the ring as she is. Shame too, because Mel would have made a better opponent. 

“Killer B” backed up the aisle, making sure to keep a close eye on the Storm. As she made ito the top of the ramp, the smile grew wider as the show cut to a commercial for Unstoppable 10.



Just Bring It

The show cuts to a clip from Breaking Point, where Samantha makes her step-brother a deal that will net his wife a shot at the FFW Championship… as long as he puts his job on the line. Seth accepts, and we return to the live show to find Savannah with Amber. 

Amber: Savannah, what a difference a few days makes! We found out at Breaking Point that your long-standing issues with the owner of this company could come to an end at Unstoppable if you capture the FFW Championship. But given what’s at stake, I’m guessing it’s a bittersweet feeling. 

Savannah shakes her head slightly.

Savannah: You could say that again. You know, I always thought that as long as Samatha was in control, that my chances of fighting for the FFW Championship would be nonexistent. I know it’s not a popular decision, given what people are saying all over social media.

She rolls her eyes.

Savannah: If anyone has any issue with it, take it up with my DEAR sister in law. I want nothing more than to have everything that has gone on between myself and the owner comes to an end, and I am going to bust my ass to make sure that happens at Unstoppable. But given what is at stake here, the pressure is greater than you could possibly imagine.

Amber: Even with the pressure at all time levels, would you agree that what your husband did for you was a very sweet gesture? He has put his career on the line to make sure you have an opportunity you wouldn’t have gotten otherwise. How do you feel about that and the insinuation that was made that you would be done with him if you got what you wanted?

Savannah: That was the sweetest thing that my husband has done for me since the day we got married. He knew as well as I did the likelihood of my FFW title chances under Samantha, and he made it happen. Putting his job on the line so I could have this chance was an absolutely sweet gesture. As for the insinuations…

Her blue eyes narrow slightly.

Savannah: Obviously my sister in law has never shown any serious interest outside of herself, because when you marry someone, you marry them for the rest of your life. You make a vow to stand by them through good times and bad. So for her to insinuate that I would be done with my husband if I fail in this championship match? She clearly doesn’t know me as well as she thinks she does, because win, lose or draw, I am staying by my husband’s side for eternity.

Amber: We haven’t heard you address Shaw too much. What are your thoughts on the reigning FFW Champion? Also how do you feel that Samantha has now named herself the referee in this match? She did that AFTER Seth made the deal, which wasn’t part of it originally. 

Savannah: All I will say right now regarding the current FFW Champion is that she will, without a shadow of a doubt, be the biggest challenge that I will face to date. Also, if she even thinks that this is going to be an easy night at Unstoppable, she’s crazier than we think she is.

She turns her head to the side and coughs.

Savannah: As for the newly minted guest referee? Why am I NOT surprised? I mean, seriously. You really didn’t think that she was going to simply accept Seth’s deal and let it go, did you? No. She wants to stack the deck so high against me that it will make Shaw’s job that much easier. 

She looks straight into the camera as she shakes her head.

Savannah: Bring it, bitch.

Amber: Lastly, there’s an unconfirmed rumor going around. I haven’t been able to substantiate it. But word has it that Shaw’s manager, Kyle, is lobbying to replace Seth if he loses his job. Can you imagine if FFW was run by Samantha and Kyle? 

Savannah rubs her temple with her right hand as she lets out a low whistle.

Savannah: Can you imagine a WORSE pair in charge? Kyle is basically the male version of Samantha, so putting him in a position of power…..it’d be Aggression all over again.

Amber: There may be even more riding on this match than we thought. I’ll try to get to the bottom of it in the meantime. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me, Savannah. And good luck in Los Angeles at Unstoppable 10.

We see a graphic advertising the main event and everything riding on it before the show cuts to a commercial for the biggest event of the year.

[Adam Grant]

Kat: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish.

Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty
I see the good in the bad and the ugly.
I need the volume one louder than ten,
Put the pedal to the metal, needle to the red.

Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” plays over the speakers, bathing the arena in blue and black lights. From the back emerges Emma Mackenzie, attired as always in her denim shorts and black and blue top. Behind her is manager and husband, Ryan Mackenzie. Together they stand on the stage, at the top of the ramp while the woman takes in the reaction from the crowd.

Kat: On her way to the ring, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing 135 pounds and accompanied by Ryan Mackenzie, please welcome EMMA MACKENZIEEEEEEEEE!

If the windows ain;t shakin’,
Makin’ my heart race,
If I can’t feel it in my chest I’m in the wrong damn place.
I got a demon in my soul, a voice in my head
Singing “go, go, go”
I can sleep when I’m dead.
There’s a sonic revelation, bringing me to my knees.
And there’s a man down below who needs my sympathy.
I got a ringin’ in my ears, getting ready to burst,
Screaming “hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church”

The pair begin their walk down the ramp, with Emma moving to the beat of the music. She doesn’t catch any of the hands of fans reaching for her, either because she isn’t entirely aware they’re doing it...or habit. Reaching the bottom, Ryan pulls himself onto the apron while Emma climbs the stairs, and he allows her in.

The song promptly hits its chorus, and a much heavier, harder beat, which the blue-haired wrestler uses to dart across the ring and up onto the top turnbuckle, extending her arms which gets a pop from the crowd. With a grin, she jumps back down, meeting Ryan in her corner. The two discuss something while the music fades out.

Zack: Well it’s been a little while since Emma Mack had a singles match, and even longer since her husband got any kind of fan appreciation. But we are in his hometown. Either way, Emma’s about to have her hands full with a lot of crazy. Half of the Unity Champs is here to see it all unfold with me, Scarlett Silver.

Scarlett: Luckily Emma’s used to dealing with crazy, she is in a group with Missy after all. And Emma showed in the tag match with O.E that she hasn’t missed a step while she was away.

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

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

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

Kat: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome at this time…”THE SAVIOUR” CASEY ATHERTON!!!!

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

Zack: It’s nice to see that the Philadelphia Federal Detention Center not that far away has a work-release program, evident by the fact the Choir is here with Casey tonight.

Scarlett: You’d think with a group that large at least one of them would have access to a hairbrush! They are in serious need of a makeover!

Referee Jennifer Stringer completes a check of both competitors and after removing a brick loaded bible from Casey, calls for the bell to get the match underway. The two women make their way to the centre of the ring where Casey tells Emma it’s not too late for her to be saved. Emma looks back at Ryan asking if she’s for real before Casey attempts to blindside her with a shot aimed towards her head. Emma ducks it barely and straightens back up as Casey takes a second shot. This time Emma catches her arm and twists it into a wrist lock before using her free hand to crack Casey across the jaw. Mackenzie transitions the wrist lock into a hammerlock and shoves Casey forwards into the neutral corner. Atherton kicks her foot against the bottom turnbuckle to prevent herself from hitting the top turnbuckle face first and then starts to fire elbow shots backwards with her free hand. Emma manages to avoid the shots and then pulls Casey out of the corner to use a hammerlock DDT to drop her to the canvas.

Zack: These two women are two of the most tenured women in all of FFW. Emma was here when the promotion started in 2010, and Casey arrived not long after that via Future Shock. And she hadn’t gone off the deep end to this point then.

Scarlett: People don’t just go off the deep end I don’t think. I bet Casey was always this much of a nut she probably just hid it well!

The choir on the ground at the side of the ring near Casey’s corner start to protest to the referee, but Stringer doesn’t pay them any attention. Meanwhile, across the ring Emma pulls Casey back up to her feet and fires her across into the neutral corner. This time she hits back first and Emma follows her in with a running knee to her ribs before she grabs hold of the top rope and starts to lay kicks into Atherton’s midsection. Stringer calls for a clean break and gets to a count of three before Emma pulls her out of the corner and into position to use a snap suplex to drop her head first into the canvas. The blue haired wrestler gets straight into position for a cover while Stringer drops into place beside them for the count.

Scarlett: Emma’s not hanging about. Good girl! The sooner she beats the delusional out of Casey, the sooner we can celebrate!

ONE!!!

The count stops abruptly just after the one as one of the choir members climb up onto the apron and pulls Emma off the cover by her ankles. The male choir member dives off the apron as he spots Ryan heading in his direction and takes shelter in the middle of the rest of the choir. Emma storms back to her feet and heads towards them as the referee does the same. Stringer warns them to stay away from the ring or risk getting ejected from ringside, which causes them to complain loudly but gets a cheer from the Philadelphia crowd.

Zack: This is what our federal tax dollars allow to happen when you have these delinquents awaiting their parole hearings to be here with Casey.

Casey gets back to her feet and shakes herself off as the choir start to move back away from the ring a couple of steps. The Scottish wrestler turns back around to find Casey running at her from across the ring before she leaves her feet for a crossbody that crumples Emma to the canvas. Mackenzie shoves Casey off her and gets straight back to her feet as Casey does the same. The leader of the choir hits the former FFW Champion with a palm strike to the chest that knocks her back half a step. A second strike follows that knocks her back another step, before Casey grabs her arm and fires her across into the opposite ropes. Emma hits the ropes and rebounds off them at speed to be caught by Casey who catches her with a butterfly kick that connects squarely with her jaw. Emma falls to her knees and Casey comes off the ropes behind her with a knee to the back of her head that wobbles her forwards. Coming off the opposite set next she hits the blue haired wrestler with a knee to the front of her head that flattens her backwards to the canvas.

Zack: It’s really amazing when you think about where Emma’s roots in this business started. She worked for a company that was largely titillation and sexual themes in every match, with things like the Bootylicious title. You wouldn’t know that to see how much Emma’s developed in the years since.

Scarlett: Emma’s one of the few wrestlers who could pull that off and still manage to be taken seriously. Maybe because she hits like a mack truck. That could have a lot to do with it don’t you think.

Emma starts to rise back up to her feet and Casey is ready and waiting to pull her the rest of the way. The choir leader starts to deliver elbow shots into the side of Emma’s head before she whips her across into the ropes. Mackenzie doesn’t get chance to rebound off before Casey catches hold of her and applies a front facelock. She takes hold of Emma with her free hand and then lifts her up until she is nearly vertical. Casey falls forward causing Emma’s torso to bounce off the top rope and then uses the momentum to lift Emma overhead again before she falls backwards driving the blue haired wrestler into the canvas. The crowd shower Casey in boos which is partly drowned out by the cheers from her Choir. Quickly Casey climbs up to the top rope only to leave it immediately to land an elbow drop into Emma’s chest. She hooks a leg for a cover as Stringer again gets into place.

Scarlett: That was a nice slingshot suplex but there’s no way it’ll be enough to keep Emma down.

ONE!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-NOPE!!!

Getting her shoulder up before the two is complete, Emma shoves Casey off the cover and raises her foot to crack her in the jaw forcing her further away.

Zack: You don’t get to be the longest reigning champion in the history of this company by being an easy win. Emma holds the record with a 613 day title reign.

Casey rolls with the momentum until she hits the ropes and then gets to her feet and rests against them holding her jaw. Emma gets back to her feet across the ring and shakes herself off before she spots Atherton. She takes off at a run towards the Choir leader and catches her with a cactus clothesline that sends her straight out of the ring. Emma manages to stop herself on the apron, while the Choir quickly move into position to catch Casey to prevent her from hitting the floor. Mackenzie rolls her eyes at the display as they gently pass Casey over their heads to set her back on her feet at ringside.

Zack: It kinda reminds me of concerts where people would go crowd surfing. If it were anyone but Casey, whoever fell into the Choir like that would be minus their wallet, any jewelry and probably some underwear.

Scarlett: You’d need about 10 showers afterwards too to make sure you got all of their grubby fingerprints off you!

Emma shakes her head at the display and then turns to face the ring before quickly jumping up onto the middle rope and launching herself off with a moonsault that collapses Casey to the ground. Stringer begins a ten count on both competitors as the Choir start to surround the two. Emma gets to her feet and glares at them that makes them stop in their tracks and think better of it. The blue haired wrestler pulls Casey back up to her feet and hits her with a couple of forearms to the jaw. She bounces Atherton’s head off the apron and then rolls her back into the ring under the bottom rope as Stringer reaches a count of four.

Scarlett: Have you noticed how good Emma still looks even after launching herself off the apron, while Casey looks like she got hit by a truck?! That’s good genes right there you know. I never have to offer to fix Emma’s hair you know.

Zack: Now wouldn’t be a good time to do it if you felt you should anyway. Emma’s a ring general, and knows every inch of the ring and around it.

As Emma follows her into the ring Casey scrambles back up to her feet and attempts to put some distance between her and the former FFW Champion, but Emma has other ideas. She closes the gap between the two quickly and lifts Casey up to lay stomach down on her shoulder. The Philadelphia crowd pop as Emma takes off towards the corner using a snake eyes to drop Casey face first onto the top turnbuckle. Atherton bounces off and lands on her back on the canvas as Emma comes off the ropes with another moonsault which she lands perfectly across Casey’s body. Stringer drops into position for the count as Emma hooks a leg for the cover.

Zack: That’s precision and accuracy right there, folks. Emma’s looking to send them home happy!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOOOOOOOO!!!

The count stops short of the three coming down thanks to two choir members pulling Casey’s foot across the bottom rope.

Scarlett: Emma totally would have had that then if it wasn’t for those meddling kids...or Choir members. You know what I meant.

Emma looks at the referee questioningly and Stringer points out Casey’s foot across the rope which makes Emma look around. Seeing the choir members she gets to their feet and is about to give them hell when the referee also gets to her feet and orders them out of the arena to the back. They don’t look like they are going to comply at first until Stringer threatens to disqualify Casey if they don’t leave. As Emma and the referee watch them as they start to make their way to the back, Casey clasps her hands in prayer and looks up towards the ropes. She nods her head like she is receiving instructions and then gets quietly to her feet. Charging at Emma, she sweeps her legs out from underneath her sending her to land throat first across the top rope.

Scarlett: Oh c’mon! That was totally uncalled for! I wouldn’t be surprised if Casey had it all planned out before she even came out for the match.

Zack: If there’s a heaven and Casey gets into it, the rest of us are a shoe-in.

Casey steps up Emma’s back forcing her throat further down on the rope and then hops onto the turnbuckle. The Scottish wrestler bounces off the rope and lands on her knees on the canvas clutching her throat and trying to catch her breath and Casey comes straight off the turnbuckle with a knee drop into her spine that forces the former FFW Champion face first into the canvas. Quickly Casey rolls Emma onto her back to get into position for a cover.

Zack: Casey’s about to notch one of the biggest feathers in her cap as far as wins go right here.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Emma gets her shoulder up just in the nick of time and Casey looks to the referee with disappointment telling her that the Higher Power will forgive her for her lack of counting ability. Stringer lets out a sigh and shakes her head as Casey starts to get back to her feet.

Scarlett: I don’t think the referee is really bothered about being forgiven. Especially since she hasn’t done anything wrong..though her hair could do with a bit of a fluff up.

The Philadelphia crowd boo the Choir leader loudly which causes her to tell them that they’re forgiven before she starts to pull Emma back up to her feet. She hammers the blue haired wrestlers with a series of forearms across her back and shoulders to bend her double and then uses a DDT to plant her back on the canvas. Casey takes off for the ropes and comes straight off the top rope with a leg drop across Emma’s chest. Rather than go for the cover, Casey gets back to her feet and pulls Emma back up with her. She fires the blue haired wrestler into the neutral corner and followed her in with a corner clothesline that crushes her back against the turnbuckles. Immediately Atherton starts to pull her out of the corner and attempts to get the blue haired wrestler into position for her falcon arrow finisher but Emma manages to prevent it and instead turns it into a jumping DDT to plant Casey on her head.

Scarlett: HAHAHA! Take that Casey! That’ll teach you to mess with Emma! Did you see how good that counter was, and look, Emma’s hair still looks great!

Zack: I’ll take your word for it, it’s not something I’ve paid much attention to past it being almost the same color as Marge Simpson.

Emma wastes no time in getting to her feet and then landing a knee drop into the downed Choir leader’s chest. The former FFW Champion heads towards the corner and scales the corner before coming off with a moonsault from the top turnbuckle which lands across Casey’s body. She hooks a leg as Stringer again gets into position.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Casey gets her shoulder up barely and Emma doesn’t hesitate before she pulls Atherton up to her feet again.

Zack: Emma may want to try a different tack here. These moonsaults of hers aren’t getting the job done. She’s got plenty of things in her arsenal though.

Scarlett: They might not have got the job finished, but they look awesome! You have to take into account for aesthetics you know.

Mackenzie throws Casey face first into the ropes but she doesn’t let the Choir leader bounce off them. Instead she follows her in and uses a low dropkick to the back of her legs to drop her down to her knees. She grabs hold of the top rope and delivers a series of ten stiff kicks into the center of Casey’s back before punctuating the series with a knee into the back of her head. Casey wobbles on her knees but before she can collapse back to the canvas, Emma pulls her up to her feet and into a standing headscissors position bringing the crowd to their feet with a pop. Emma falls backwards to deliver her headscissors DDT driving Casey head first into the canvas. Quickly the blue haired wrestler hooks both of Casey’s legs as Stringer slides in.

Scarlett: PLAYING WITH SCISSORS!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Stringer gets back to her feet and calls for the bell as Emma rolls off the cover to lay on her back taking in a few deep breaths after she has.

Kat: Your winner, via pinfall…………………...EMMA MACKENZIE!

Zack: And that move right there would be what I was talking about. Emma Mack is rolling with a wave behind her since coming back! She’ll head to Unstoppable to meet Lacey for the first time ever on FFW’s biggest stage July 27th on FFW All Access.

Scarlett: I can’t wait to see her bring Lacey down a few pegs at Unstoppable! It’s great to have her back and watch her continue her winning ways. It’s like she was never even away now.

Ryan gets into the ring as Emma is getting back to her feet. He congratulates his wife and raises one of her hands while the referee raises the other. The crowd give Emma some applause as behind her Casey rolls out of the ring to be met by a couple of the Choir members who snuck back to ringside. As they help her up the ramp towards the back, the camera cuts back to Emma and Ryan in the ring as he still has her hand raised before the show fades off air.