Post by Jade Night on Apr 24, 2019 11:53:16 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Day of Reckoning!
Live from Madison Square Garden
In New York, NY
On Sunday, April 28th, 2019
Day of Reckoning!
Live from Madison Square Garden
In New York, NY
On Sunday, April 28th, 2019
RECORDED EARLIER
We drink in the glories of the illustrious Madison Square Garden in the distance. Multitudes of wrestling zealots make the pilgrimage to its doors. Liberty Pro’s Day of Reckoning, its first Pay-Per-View since reopening its doors, has finally arrived
In the foreground, Precious Pepper Vain comes toward the camera with a swaying, undulating walk that was mockery in itself. Her voice was soft, slurringly caressing, but her eyes gleamed. She gestures all around her.
PPV: “Ahh, Madison Square Garden. The beating heart of wrestling. There are so many stories, so many famous moments, so much history wherever you look. And on a seismic night here in New York, I’ll be adding another chapter to its chronicles in a matter of hours -- duking it out for the Anarchy crown.”
It’s not lost on PPV where this contest ranks in Liberty Pro’s eyes. A gruelling ladder match for the Anarchy crown featuring six stars was only third on the card.
And all six challengers were on losing streaks - four courtesy of Ethan McCall
But this was precisely the situation PPV’s been looking for, and it made her burn with eagerness. Her fingers itched to come within arm’s reach of that golden title strap.
To transform Liberty as she plans, she had no choice but to change things from the roots up. A match with contestants all hot and desperate for glory isn’t the worst place to start. Who will take the Anarchy prize?
In her heart of hearts, PPV knew if anyone could overshadow the other champions, it was her. She has the STARPOWER to do it.
PPV: “Can you imagine? My first appearance at Madison Square Garden could see me winning Liberty gold at my first Pay-Per-View.”
PPV was about to be at the centre of a vortex of energy celebrating violence and cruelty that'll electrify all of MSG.
That elegant bearing of hers was slightly disturbed to compete in a division lacking rules to bend.
PPV: “It’s not really my style to fight on lawless grounds, but with a chaotic match like this, there’s something that works in my favour. "Confusion" -- repeatedly occurring "confusion" arises in a situation or accident outside our expectations. In a wrestling match, the important thing is, in the middle of confusion, how far can you keep your cool? How well can you grasp the situation with your entire body? How well can you predict and how much can you deceive your opponent's eyes!!”
Precious raises her head proudly.
PPV: “There’s nobody better at capitalizing on moments like that than me. I have to admit… it’s not all easy goings though. The likes of Cartier and Brien Storm really outstrip me with their experience. Honestly, the difference is brutal. It would be really hard to turn that around.”
Her words cannot hide the diabolical smile overtaking her expression.
PPV: “But it’s not completely impossible. No one knows what will happen in a wrestling match! And I’m not called “Fortune’s Favourite” for nothing.
A title match is a battlefield. Only one survives. I have all the ingredients to take the belt to new heights. See, I don't wrestle twice a week as a ceremony. It’s all about reputation, boo. Laying it down brick by brick. And it all adds up. You wanna know which title rookies will be clamouring for a year or two from now? The Anarchy championship. Across the span of several years in New York, I’ll have carved a prolific niche for myself in the annals of Liberty Pro's history. They will see the house that Precious Pepper Vain built, and it starts here.
When people think of the Anarchy championship, they think of a peerless Warren Corbett. And how could they not? Nine defences in one reign, twelve in total. Every other Anarchy champion loses their lustre in comparison, Kendrick Kross included. When it comes to the Anarchy division, Warren Corbett is all-conquering.
But it’s about time for a new face to be tied with the Anarchy Championship. Someone who will build a huge buzz around Liberty Pro. Who’ll make Liberty the place for the makers and takers. The killers and real dealers. The winners and grinners, and goddamn, even the sinners too. I’ll prove that the bearer of the Anarchy crown… is that kind of champion. Because I am Precious Pepper Vain. You don't get a championship unless you take it by force. For most of my opponents, those boots might be slightly too big for their feet. It’d be asking too much of them to do that. They don’t have stars. You don't get a championship unless you take it by force. So watch me in that ring tonight. I’ll have truly stepped into the realm of pro wrestlers. You’ll see. I’ll show ya.”
A slight tremor runs through her entire body as she flashes a wicked grin.
PPV: “Tremble! Shudder! Delight! This is the moment the crown passes!”
We drink in the glories of the illustrious Madison Square Garden in the distance. Multitudes of wrestling zealots make the pilgrimage to its doors. Liberty Pro’s Day of Reckoning, its first Pay-Per-View since reopening its doors, has finally arrived
In the foreground, Precious Pepper Vain comes toward the camera with a swaying, undulating walk that was mockery in itself. Her voice was soft, slurringly caressing, but her eyes gleamed. She gestures all around her.
PPV: “Ahh, Madison Square Garden. The beating heart of wrestling. There are so many stories, so many famous moments, so much history wherever you look. And on a seismic night here in New York, I’ll be adding another chapter to its chronicles in a matter of hours -- duking it out for the Anarchy crown.”
It’s not lost on PPV where this contest ranks in Liberty Pro’s eyes. A gruelling ladder match for the Anarchy crown featuring six stars was only third on the card.
And all six challengers were on losing streaks - four courtesy of Ethan McCall
But this was precisely the situation PPV’s been looking for, and it made her burn with eagerness. Her fingers itched to come within arm’s reach of that golden title strap.
To transform Liberty as she plans, she had no choice but to change things from the roots up. A match with contestants all hot and desperate for glory isn’t the worst place to start. Who will take the Anarchy prize?
In her heart of hearts, PPV knew if anyone could overshadow the other champions, it was her. She has the STARPOWER to do it.
PPV: “Can you imagine? My first appearance at Madison Square Garden could see me winning Liberty gold at my first Pay-Per-View.”
PPV was about to be at the centre of a vortex of energy celebrating violence and cruelty that'll electrify all of MSG.
That elegant bearing of hers was slightly disturbed to compete in a division lacking rules to bend.
PPV: “It’s not really my style to fight on lawless grounds, but with a chaotic match like this, there’s something that works in my favour. "Confusion" -- repeatedly occurring "confusion" arises in a situation or accident outside our expectations. In a wrestling match, the important thing is, in the middle of confusion, how far can you keep your cool? How well can you grasp the situation with your entire body? How well can you predict and how much can you deceive your opponent's eyes!!”
Precious raises her head proudly.
PPV: “There’s nobody better at capitalizing on moments like that than me. I have to admit… it’s not all easy goings though. The likes of Cartier and Brien Storm really outstrip me with their experience. Honestly, the difference is brutal. It would be really hard to turn that around.”
Her words cannot hide the diabolical smile overtaking her expression.
PPV: “But it’s not completely impossible. No one knows what will happen in a wrestling match! And I’m not called “Fortune’s Favourite” for nothing.
A title match is a battlefield. Only one survives. I have all the ingredients to take the belt to new heights. See, I don't wrestle twice a week as a ceremony. It’s all about reputation, boo. Laying it down brick by brick. And it all adds up. You wanna know which title rookies will be clamouring for a year or two from now? The Anarchy championship. Across the span of several years in New York, I’ll have carved a prolific niche for myself in the annals of Liberty Pro's history. They will see the house that Precious Pepper Vain built, and it starts here.
When people think of the Anarchy championship, they think of a peerless Warren Corbett. And how could they not? Nine defences in one reign, twelve in total. Every other Anarchy champion loses their lustre in comparison, Kendrick Kross included. When it comes to the Anarchy division, Warren Corbett is all-conquering.
But it’s about time for a new face to be tied with the Anarchy Championship. Someone who will build a huge buzz around Liberty Pro. Who’ll make Liberty the place for the makers and takers. The killers and real dealers. The winners and grinners, and goddamn, even the sinners too. I’ll prove that the bearer of the Anarchy crown… is that kind of champion. Because I am Precious Pepper Vain. You don't get a championship unless you take it by force. For most of my opponents, those boots might be slightly too big for their feet. It’d be asking too much of them to do that. They don’t have stars. You don't get a championship unless you take it by force. So watch me in that ring tonight. I’ll have truly stepped into the realm of pro wrestlers. You’ll see. I’ll show ya.”
A slight tremor runs through her entire body as she flashes a wicked grin.
PPV: “Tremble! Shudder! Delight! This is the moment the crown passes!”
PARKING LOT
We cut to the parking garage at the Garden. MSG staff is ushering in a sleek 2019 Range Rover that’s chauffeuring Derrick La’Bell to the arena. Derrick sticks his head out of the passenger side as the car comes to a stop, a big smile on his face as he chops it up with the valet staff. He’s confident about getting some much needed retribution against his opponent tonight, as he spots the Liberty Pro camera team getting shots of the wrestlers arriving for tonight’s big show.
Derrick La’Bell: TAAAAAAAMMIIIII! Come out to PLA-
A loud crack of steel against the side of Derrick’s head echoes through the parking lot. La’Bell’s driver looks over in shock as the large man slumps across the window opening. Groggily he moves to try and nurse his head, before another resounding assault via steel chair makes the man motionless.
Tamsin: OKAY! LETS PLAY! YOU LIKE HOT WHEELS MOTHERFUC-?!?
She cuts her own self off as she quickly moves to the driver side. Making Grand Theft Auto proud, she snatches up La’Bell’s driver and starts to pull him out of the car.
Tamsin: GET OUT THE FUCKIN CAR!
With a surge of strength she wrangles up Derrick’s chauffeur and drags him out to the concrete floor. A few stomps and rib jabs with the end of her chair, takes the man out of commision. With a greedy and dangerous look on her face, Tamsin quickly enters the drivers side and locks up the doors as a cadre of MSG security start to bumrush the car. With full wreckless intent, Tamsin hits hard on reverse - flooring it as she clips a few security members save for the ones who completely dodged for their lives. Tamsin looks as if she’s about to take Derrick for a rough ride, but the La’Beast has come too, trying to make a grab at the wheel. The Rover jerks around violently all around the lot at a high speed. The tug of war for control of the car divulges into Derrick punching and hellbowing Tamsin. The Manx maniac responds grabbing for the seat belt strap, trying to choke the life out of La’Bell until…
-SCREEEEEEEEECHHHAWWWW!-
The two drive the car front first into an assortment of production boxes that were being moved inside, almost taking out some lucky interns before the car is stopped with a hard slamming collision into a concrete support beam. The two sit motionless in the car, with Tamsin leading face first into an airbag. Derrick is able to come to first, gingerly moving himself to unlock the door and fall out of the car. Slowly Derrick gets to his feet seething deeply. He turns to look back into the car, but his eyes widen as akin to a horror movie - Tamsin is no longer in the driver seat. Instead the cameras pan out to see the battered woman climbing on top of the hood of the car, and running on pure adrenaline as she pounces down at La’Bell with a war-scream. But summoning his strength, Derrick catches Tamsin out of mid-air and puts her into a familiar position! PRODIGY IN MOTION! Derrick last ride’s Tamsin straight into the side of the car! Tamsin’s head bashes back and cracks the passenger window! Tamsin looks absolutely rocked for the moment. She grits her teeth, clawing on the swing open passenger side door to get back to her feet. SPEAR! Tamsin is folded as Derrick freight train’s TAKING THE CAR DOOR OFF THE HINGES WITH HER! He moves forward grimacing in pain, not quite finished with Tamsin. However, his attention turns to the mass of security and EMT’s quickly approaching the site of the crash. As Derrick turns back to Tamsin, he can only shake his head as she’s retreating away from him, like a wounded animal as we fade out...
We cut to the parking garage at the Garden. MSG staff is ushering in a sleek 2019 Range Rover that’s chauffeuring Derrick La’Bell to the arena. Derrick sticks his head out of the passenger side as the car comes to a stop, a big smile on his face as he chops it up with the valet staff. He’s confident about getting some much needed retribution against his opponent tonight, as he spots the Liberty Pro camera team getting shots of the wrestlers arriving for tonight’s big show.
Derrick La’Bell: TAAAAAAAMMIIIII! Come out to PLA-
A loud crack of steel against the side of Derrick’s head echoes through the parking lot. La’Bell’s driver looks over in shock as the large man slumps across the window opening. Groggily he moves to try and nurse his head, before another resounding assault via steel chair makes the man motionless.
Tamsin: OKAY! LETS PLAY! YOU LIKE HOT WHEELS MOTHERFUC-?!?
She cuts her own self off as she quickly moves to the driver side. Making Grand Theft Auto proud, she snatches up La’Bell’s driver and starts to pull him out of the car.
Tamsin: GET OUT THE FUCKIN CAR!
With a surge of strength she wrangles up Derrick’s chauffeur and drags him out to the concrete floor. A few stomps and rib jabs with the end of her chair, takes the man out of commision. With a greedy and dangerous look on her face, Tamsin quickly enters the drivers side and locks up the doors as a cadre of MSG security start to bumrush the car. With full wreckless intent, Tamsin hits hard on reverse - flooring it as she clips a few security members save for the ones who completely dodged for their lives. Tamsin looks as if she’s about to take Derrick for a rough ride, but the La’Beast has come too, trying to make a grab at the wheel. The Rover jerks around violently all around the lot at a high speed. The tug of war for control of the car divulges into Derrick punching and hellbowing Tamsin. The Manx maniac responds grabbing for the seat belt strap, trying to choke the life out of La’Bell until…
-SCREEEEEEEEECHHHAWWWW!-
The two drive the car front first into an assortment of production boxes that were being moved inside, almost taking out some lucky interns before the car is stopped with a hard slamming collision into a concrete support beam. The two sit motionless in the car, with Tamsin leading face first into an airbag. Derrick is able to come to first, gingerly moving himself to unlock the door and fall out of the car. Slowly Derrick gets to his feet seething deeply. He turns to look back into the car, but his eyes widen as akin to a horror movie - Tamsin is no longer in the driver seat. Instead the cameras pan out to see the battered woman climbing on top of the hood of the car, and running on pure adrenaline as she pounces down at La’Bell with a war-scream. But summoning his strength, Derrick catches Tamsin out of mid-air and puts her into a familiar position! PRODIGY IN MOTION! Derrick last ride’s Tamsin straight into the side of the car! Tamsin’s head bashes back and cracks the passenger window! Tamsin looks absolutely rocked for the moment. She grits her teeth, clawing on the swing open passenger side door to get back to her feet. SPEAR! Tamsin is folded as Derrick freight train’s TAKING THE CAR DOOR OFF THE HINGES WITH HER! He moves forward grimacing in pain, not quite finished with Tamsin. However, his attention turns to the mass of security and EMT’s quickly approaching the site of the crash. As Derrick turns back to Tamsin, he can only shake his head as she’s retreating away from him, like a wounded animal as we fade out...
RECORDED EARLIER
We cut backstage to a door being opened, swinging out towards us before stopping halfway. Out steps Karen Willow, all five foot three inches, wearing a smug grin as she closes the door behind her. Glancing down both ends of the hallway, the grin somehow grows as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a taser. Chuckling to herself, Karen slips it back in her jacket before whistling to herself, strolling down the hallway with purpose.
We cut backstage to a door being opened, swinging out towards us before stopping halfway. Out steps Karen Willow, all five foot three inches, wearing a smug grin as she closes the door behind her. Glancing down both ends of the hallway, the grin somehow grows as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a taser. Chuckling to herself, Karen slips it back in her jacket before whistling to herself, strolling down the hallway with purpose.
MATCH ONE: TAPP ADAMS SUBMISSION OPEN CHALLENGE
Tapp Adams vs Kenzie Rydell
Tapp Adams vs Kenzie Rydell
RECAP Theres a buzz of enthusiasm surging around the arena as Kenzie and Adams stand opposite from one another in the ring. They pause, look around the arena and embrace the applause and cheers of the fans, who are quite clearly fired up, as Kenzie Rydell has answered the submission open challenge of Tapp Adams. Adams makes the first move and gestures for a handshake in the middle of the ring, as the two are friends. The two then meet in the center of the ring and shake hands before Adams knocks Kenzie down with a surprise takedown. Tapp smirks as Kenzie doesn’t look too happy about the cheap shot. She gets to her feet and the two run toward each other and all of a sudden, theyre exchanging strikes in quick succession, both of them wanting to put on a show for the show opener of Day of Reckoning! The back and forth really has the fans going and eventually, Adams takes advantage as he locks Kenzie into a side headlock, tightening the hold as she pushes him back into the ropes. She manages to swing him off and Adams heads to the opposite ropes, coming back and checking Kenzie down to the canvas with a shoulder block. He takes off to the ropes again and has to skip over a grounded Kenzie, bouncing off of the opposite ropes and this time, Kenzie leapfrogs over him. A final time, he bounces off of the ropes and Kenzie nails him with a swift enziguri, with the impact sending Tapp outside of the ring. Rolling to the outside herself, Kenzie heads towards Adams. He’s up on his knees and Kenzie nails him in the chest with several knee strikes, attempting the keep the upper hand. Eventually, Adams catches her boot and rises to his feet, shaking his head sideways before swinging her around and lifting her up and over with a German attempt on the outside, but she lands on her feet! Kenzie then runs towards Adams and delivers a low drop kick to the knee. She grabs him by his head and looks to send him into the ring steps but he blocks it, putting his foot up against the steps and pushing her back into the railing. She runs towards him, with Adams catching her with a stiff forearm strike that sends her to the ground with a thud. Tapp rolls Kenzie into the ring and he locks on an ankle lock. He squeezes tight but Kenzie refuses to tap out! He yanks harder but Kenzie has a never say die attitude and she uses all of her might to reach the ropes, in which she does! The referee tells Tapp to let go and he obliges. Adams lets out a frustrated sigh, as he thought he had the match in hand. But he wastes little time as he keeps her grounded with a series of submission moves, with Kenzie managing to evade every time, either finding a loophole or using the ropes to force the rope break. Kenzie leans against the corner and holds onto the ropes, recuperating as Adams plans his next attack from opposite the ring. He runs towards her, looking for a big splash in the corner but she rolls away and runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them and delivering another low drop kick to the knee of Adams. She runs to the ropes again, double knee to the face of the kneeling Adams. She then grabs his leg and drops a knee on it, as she’s pin focusiong on that knee the entire match. She tries to hook Adams into a Figure Four Leg Lock and she gets it in for a moment but Tapp, the submission specialist, turns it around and counters it! Kenzie yells out in pain before she releases the hold and crawls away. Both competitors legs are exhausted at this point as they both limp to a corner. Kenzie runs her fingers through her hair in frustration as she shakes her head. Tapp keeps his eyes laser focused on her, trying to come up with a gameplan. Kenzie then sprints towards Tapp and he throws her up in the air for what appears to be a pop up power bomb. Before Tapp can complete the move, Kenzie somehow counters it into a triangle hold! Tapp can’t believe it as he has nowhere to escape! But Adams refuses to Tapp, as Kenzie pleads with him to give up and that she doesn’t want him to get hurt. Tapp still refuses and he eventually passes out. The referee picks up his hand and it drops, signaling that Tapp is asleep. The bell rings and Kenzie Rydell is announced the winner by submission! WINNER Kenzie Rydell METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 16:41 FINISHING MOVE Triangle Hold |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras cut to the back just as Ethan McCall steps out of his locker room. He’s in his gear and looks primed and focus to compete in the lumberjack match tonight. Gone is the smile on his face as he looks into the camera with a glare of determination in his eyes.
Ethan McCall: Last show, Keyshawn figured that he was going to send a message here in Liberty. I get it, so far I’ve knocked off two previous Anarchy Champions and a great new talent. I’m off to a much better start than what Keyshawn has gotten on here in Liberty. I have that primed pedigree and top notch training. So why not pick me to try and make an example of. Look around the locker room and I don’t have many running mates currently so why not use the numbers game and show how much you envy where I stand in the company… Someone doing it on his own and not with help from a handful or two of yes men.
He shrugs his shoulders and lets out a laugh.
Ethan McCall: All those people coming at me Keyshawn, all your hype men, yes men and arm candy hitting me up and talking for you. What’s wrong? Not only can you not fight your own battles but they have to talk for you too? Is this like the Wizard of Oz where you keep telling people to pay no attention to the pathetic little man behind the curtain because then they would see how small and pathetic you really are to need all those people fighting your battles for you?
A smile slowly creeps to Ethan’s face now.
Ethan McCall: Now, Before you go and flip this on me… Sorry, before your minions try to flip this on me, just remember that YOU are the ones that came after me. YOU are the ones that saw me as either easy pickings, which shows how bad you think of yourselves if you need to go after someone you think is easy or and this is most likely, you see me as the threat I am. You came to me. Keyshawn and the entire crew came to me because you all know, despite whatever kool-aid he’s got you drinking, that I am better than Keyshawn Reed.
The smile on his face now much more predominant on his face.
Ethan McCall: Oh… And I know you all thought that I wouldn’t have help? Wouldn’t have anyone to come and be lumberjacks for me? While Keyshawn has his entourage, I have some of the best names in the industry who are here in my corner. Kaitlyn MacNamara, Bo Fontenot and Ethan Giles. CJ Cross, Felix Graves and Kymmy Olliver. And we can’t forget Fallon Lockhart and Tyberius King. You see Keyshawn, I have friends. Ones that I have earned their respect and friendship that they have come here to support me, just by me asking. How loyal is your crew when the fame and money stop rolling in? How many of them are going to scurry like rats when your ship starts to sink? I guess we find out who really is loyal in your entourage when your ship starts to sink tonight.
The look of determination comes back to Ethan’s face again as he turns and heads down the hallway.
The cameras cut to the back just as Ethan McCall steps out of his locker room. He’s in his gear and looks primed and focus to compete in the lumberjack match tonight. Gone is the smile on his face as he looks into the camera with a glare of determination in his eyes.
Ethan McCall: Last show, Keyshawn figured that he was going to send a message here in Liberty. I get it, so far I’ve knocked off two previous Anarchy Champions and a great new talent. I’m off to a much better start than what Keyshawn has gotten on here in Liberty. I have that primed pedigree and top notch training. So why not pick me to try and make an example of. Look around the locker room and I don’t have many running mates currently so why not use the numbers game and show how much you envy where I stand in the company… Someone doing it on his own and not with help from a handful or two of yes men.
He shrugs his shoulders and lets out a laugh.
Ethan McCall: All those people coming at me Keyshawn, all your hype men, yes men and arm candy hitting me up and talking for you. What’s wrong? Not only can you not fight your own battles but they have to talk for you too? Is this like the Wizard of Oz where you keep telling people to pay no attention to the pathetic little man behind the curtain because then they would see how small and pathetic you really are to need all those people fighting your battles for you?
A smile slowly creeps to Ethan’s face now.
Ethan McCall: Now, Before you go and flip this on me… Sorry, before your minions try to flip this on me, just remember that YOU are the ones that came after me. YOU are the ones that saw me as either easy pickings, which shows how bad you think of yourselves if you need to go after someone you think is easy or and this is most likely, you see me as the threat I am. You came to me. Keyshawn and the entire crew came to me because you all know, despite whatever kool-aid he’s got you drinking, that I am better than Keyshawn Reed.
The smile on his face now much more predominant on his face.
Ethan McCall: Oh… And I know you all thought that I wouldn’t have help? Wouldn’t have anyone to come and be lumberjacks for me? While Keyshawn has his entourage, I have some of the best names in the industry who are here in my corner. Kaitlyn MacNamara, Bo Fontenot and Ethan Giles. CJ Cross, Felix Graves and Kymmy Olliver. And we can’t forget Fallon Lockhart and Tyberius King. You see Keyshawn, I have friends. Ones that I have earned their respect and friendship that they have come here to support me, just by me asking. How loyal is your crew when the fame and money stop rolling in? How many of them are going to scurry like rats when your ship starts to sink? I guess we find out who really is loyal in your entourage when your ship starts to sink tonight.
The look of determination comes back to Ethan’s face again as he turns and heads down the hallway.
RINGSIDE
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold plays as Kendrick walks out from the back and down the ramp to the ring. He grabs a microphone on his way up the steps and looks out to the crowd, rolling his eyes.
KENDRICK KROSS: Go ahead, boo me. See if I care.
Kendrick lets a smirk cross his face, letting the boos sink in.
KENDRICK KROSS: I get it, you don’t like the fact that the best person to hold that Anarchy Championship will be the one that climbs that ladder later. You want one of your fan favorites, the nice guys to win that title. Well I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy and I definitely don’t have any plans on taking it easy on anyone in this match.
The boos from the crowd continue to reign down in onto Kendrick, he still has the same smirk across his face though.
KENDRICK KROSS: The fact is, I am the most recent Anarchy Champion here in Liberty. So me having to fight for this in a ladder match? It shouldn’t even be happening, I don’t see the reasoning. What, they want me to prove why I am a two-time Anarchy Champion? Figure I’ve done that.
Kendrick paces the ring, the smirk slowly fading from his face.
KENDRICK KROSS: I should be in a one on one match over the Anarchy Championship. Not some throw up of a ladder match. Sure, I have plenty of experience in ladder matches, most than most of these other idiots in this match. I should have the advantage, yes, but that doesn’t mean I should have to have five other people blocking my way.
Kendrick shakes his head and takes a deep breath looking out into the crowd.
KENDRICK KROSS: You just love that though, the fact that ol Kendrick Kross has to be put into this ladder match. You’re just ready to see me get ripped to shreds, right? That isn’t going to happen. Here’s the facts. When it comes down to it, those other five won’t have a thing for me. I don’t appreciate being in this match but I will show exactly why I am winning it. That Anarchy Championship is coming to where it belongs, around the waist of Kendrick Kross. Don’t believe me? You’ll find out after tonight. The reign of Kross begins once more and there isn’t anyone, or anything, that is going to stop that from happening. I will make sure I climb that ladder and unstrap that belt and I’ll do whatever, and hurt whoever, to make sure that happens.
Kendrick drops the mic and heads back up the ramp into the back.
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold plays as Kendrick walks out from the back and down the ramp to the ring. He grabs a microphone on his way up the steps and looks out to the crowd, rolling his eyes.
KENDRICK KROSS: Go ahead, boo me. See if I care.
Kendrick lets a smirk cross his face, letting the boos sink in.
KENDRICK KROSS: I get it, you don’t like the fact that the best person to hold that Anarchy Championship will be the one that climbs that ladder later. You want one of your fan favorites, the nice guys to win that title. Well I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy and I definitely don’t have any plans on taking it easy on anyone in this match.
The boos from the crowd continue to reign down in onto Kendrick, he still has the same smirk across his face though.
KENDRICK KROSS: The fact is, I am the most recent Anarchy Champion here in Liberty. So me having to fight for this in a ladder match? It shouldn’t even be happening, I don’t see the reasoning. What, they want me to prove why I am a two-time Anarchy Champion? Figure I’ve done that.
Kendrick paces the ring, the smirk slowly fading from his face.
KENDRICK KROSS: I should be in a one on one match over the Anarchy Championship. Not some throw up of a ladder match. Sure, I have plenty of experience in ladder matches, most than most of these other idiots in this match. I should have the advantage, yes, but that doesn’t mean I should have to have five other people blocking my way.
Kendrick shakes his head and takes a deep breath looking out into the crowd.
KENDRICK KROSS: You just love that though, the fact that ol Kendrick Kross has to be put into this ladder match. You’re just ready to see me get ripped to shreds, right? That isn’t going to happen. Here’s the facts. When it comes down to it, those other five won’t have a thing for me. I don’t appreciate being in this match but I will show exactly why I am winning it. That Anarchy Championship is coming to where it belongs, around the waist of Kendrick Kross. Don’t believe me? You’ll find out after tonight. The reign of Kross begins once more and there isn’t anyone, or anything, that is going to stop that from happening. I will make sure I climb that ladder and unstrap that belt and I’ll do whatever, and hurt whoever, to make sure that happens.
Kendrick drops the mic and heads back up the ramp into the back.
BACKSTAGE
You thought you’d seen the last of Karen Willow before the Ladder match? You poor soul you.
Karen is standing in front of the Liberty Pro logo, still wearing the same smug grin from earlier as she scans the area. Feeling comfortable, Karen leans her head back and extends her arms out, taking a deep sigh.
Karen: You know what's great? It's the fact that I waltzed into this company, making my own opportunity, and now I'm competing for a title. I know it's easy to look at me and say ‘what has she done? She hasn't earned this! Isn't that the woman that took my wallet?’ But all it amounts to is absolute nonsense from a buncha morons.
Karen stuffs her hands into her jacket pockets, shrugging nonchalantly.
Karen: But what do you expect? Wrestling has always been about tenure, man. A buncha people will stand up and say ‘I've been here for six months! I was here before the break! I was here since the first show!’ Blah blah blah. Just because you managed to slip through the cracks and keep a job doesn't mean you've got talent. It just means you're not notable enough to get fired. So kudos in that, but let's not go around bragging about tenure when you ain't done anything, you know?
The smugness returns as Karen laughs, lightly turning back and forth in place.
Karen: Everyone wants to look down on me because I'm a rookie or because I'm barely trained. They wanna act like I don't have a chance in this match whether it's because I don't have the skill or the height. Motherfucker, you think that scares me? You think I'm trembling at the thought of what others say about me? I'm Karen Willow bitch, I've heard it all! Nothing you can say will shale me to my core and throw me off my game, because all I hear is the same tired insults dressed up to sound just different enough that people gush over you. None of you are clever or good enough to stand toe to toe with me in a game of wits, so you try to discredit me or push me to the side. And hey, I get it. If I was in your shoes, I'd be shook too. It happens.
Judging by the look on her face, she believes every word. Lord help her.
Karen: This ladder match we got, the name of the game is Anarchy. That's the belt we're fighting for, and that's exactly what I'm planning on introducing into this match. I've been telling you all for a while that I'm bringing this bad boy.
Karen pulls out her taser, turning it on and letting the camera get a good view.
Karen: But if you think that's the only thing I'm bringing to the table, you're sadly mistaken. See, I've actually been training at the PW Neo Academy and with my friend Danny, and while I'm not the greatest, I'm a damn sight better than I was three weeks ago. Plus, I've still got my patented low blows and eye pokes, because you can take the girl out of the garbage wrestling, but by God you can't take the garbage wrestling out of me completely. I'm taking every shortcut I can, in hitting you with anything I can get my hands on, because this is my opportunity to show the world that I'm not just some knock off of a Twitter lesbian that I RAN OUT THE GAME, I'M A THREAT EVERYWHERE I GO! I'm the Highlander, and there can only be one.
Karen puts the taser back in her pockets, a hint of malice in her eyes as she grins.
Karen: You want anarchy, Liberty Pro? Karen Willow's just the gal to give it to ya.
You thought you’d seen the last of Karen Willow before the Ladder match? You poor soul you.
Karen is standing in front of the Liberty Pro logo, still wearing the same smug grin from earlier as she scans the area. Feeling comfortable, Karen leans her head back and extends her arms out, taking a deep sigh.
Karen: You know what's great? It's the fact that I waltzed into this company, making my own opportunity, and now I'm competing for a title. I know it's easy to look at me and say ‘what has she done? She hasn't earned this! Isn't that the woman that took my wallet?’ But all it amounts to is absolute nonsense from a buncha morons.
Karen stuffs her hands into her jacket pockets, shrugging nonchalantly.
Karen: But what do you expect? Wrestling has always been about tenure, man. A buncha people will stand up and say ‘I've been here for six months! I was here before the break! I was here since the first show!’ Blah blah blah. Just because you managed to slip through the cracks and keep a job doesn't mean you've got talent. It just means you're not notable enough to get fired. So kudos in that, but let's not go around bragging about tenure when you ain't done anything, you know?
The smugness returns as Karen laughs, lightly turning back and forth in place.
Karen: Everyone wants to look down on me because I'm a rookie or because I'm barely trained. They wanna act like I don't have a chance in this match whether it's because I don't have the skill or the height. Motherfucker, you think that scares me? You think I'm trembling at the thought of what others say about me? I'm Karen Willow bitch, I've heard it all! Nothing you can say will shale me to my core and throw me off my game, because all I hear is the same tired insults dressed up to sound just different enough that people gush over you. None of you are clever or good enough to stand toe to toe with me in a game of wits, so you try to discredit me or push me to the side. And hey, I get it. If I was in your shoes, I'd be shook too. It happens.
Judging by the look on her face, she believes every word. Lord help her.
Karen: This ladder match we got, the name of the game is Anarchy. That's the belt we're fighting for, and that's exactly what I'm planning on introducing into this match. I've been telling you all for a while that I'm bringing this bad boy.
Karen pulls out her taser, turning it on and letting the camera get a good view.
Karen: But if you think that's the only thing I'm bringing to the table, you're sadly mistaken. See, I've actually been training at the PW Neo Academy and with my friend Danny, and while I'm not the greatest, I'm a damn sight better than I was three weeks ago. Plus, I've still got my patented low blows and eye pokes, because you can take the girl out of the garbage wrestling, but by God you can't take the garbage wrestling out of me completely. I'm taking every shortcut I can, in hitting you with anything I can get my hands on, because this is my opportunity to show the world that I'm not just some knock off of a Twitter lesbian that I RAN OUT THE GAME, I'M A THREAT EVERYWHERE I GO! I'm the Highlander, and there can only be one.
Karen puts the taser back in her pockets, a hint of malice in her eyes as she grins.
Karen: You want anarchy, Liberty Pro? Karen Willow's just the gal to give it to ya.
BACKSTAGE
*A pre-recorded segment begins to play. The shot is filled exclusively by one of the Anarchy Championship hopefuls, Brien Storm. He’s sat on a set of stair that look like they belong to a chic New York City studio apartment wearing a Weezer shirt, and a pair of distressed denim jeans. Smiling, he being addressing the audience and anyone watching in low voice which he pairs with his always calm demeanor*
“You know it’s good to see that good work does get rewarded. Even though I’ve been unlucky with unfortunate circumstances in matches these past few weeks, Mr. Callaghan has seen my good work as well as the fact that I can get a crowd going more than everyone in the main event combined. Of course he recognizes that I’m more than worthy of this Anarchy Championship, but this is a start. I’ll let Corbett, Honey, and Helen Noir lay claim for now. I do fancy myself winning all fucking titles in this place anyways.”
*He looks down towards his Black Cement 3s and lets out a low but still perfectly audible chuckle. Still looking down at his fire sneakers he continues*
“If anyone can recall, I know I do and I know that everyone absolutely should. The EIW World Championship when I won it the first time was fought in an Ladder match. I’ve already climbed up a tall ass ladder and won a world title. This right here… this is nothing. That particular match was also against some of the best in world at that time. Half the fuckers in this match have been wrestling for a year or less, I’ve pinned one of them, and should’ve beaten Cartier. One of them is weirdly obsessed with my ex so much so that she would probably do anything for her, and everyone know how badly it ended with me and my ex. That should make an already aggressive person, a mad man or women in this case. The last guy Kross, he’s inconsistent as fuck but I have my eye on him. He seems threatening enough along with Cartier. Yeah… literally those are only two I’m worried about in a match with six people. I don’t need Steiner math or any math to tell you that the odds are looking in my favor in the way that Romeo looks at Juliet. If I was a wrestling pundit or summat along those lines, tomorrow’s Liberty Pro review for their first super show back as a company should read “Brien Storm win Anarchy Championship in MOTN.” as the motherfucking headline.”
*Brien full on begins to laugh in an almost down right maniacal manner as he gets up and walks up the stairs out of the frame of the camera. A hard cut to the next seg.*
*A pre-recorded segment begins to play. The shot is filled exclusively by one of the Anarchy Championship hopefuls, Brien Storm. He’s sat on a set of stair that look like they belong to a chic New York City studio apartment wearing a Weezer shirt, and a pair of distressed denim jeans. Smiling, he being addressing the audience and anyone watching in low voice which he pairs with his always calm demeanor*
“You know it’s good to see that good work does get rewarded. Even though I’ve been unlucky with unfortunate circumstances in matches these past few weeks, Mr. Callaghan has seen my good work as well as the fact that I can get a crowd going more than everyone in the main event combined. Of course he recognizes that I’m more than worthy of this Anarchy Championship, but this is a start. I’ll let Corbett, Honey, and Helen Noir lay claim for now. I do fancy myself winning all fucking titles in this place anyways.”
*He looks down towards his Black Cement 3s and lets out a low but still perfectly audible chuckle. Still looking down at his fire sneakers he continues*
“If anyone can recall, I know I do and I know that everyone absolutely should. The EIW World Championship when I won it the first time was fought in an Ladder match. I’ve already climbed up a tall ass ladder and won a world title. This right here… this is nothing. That particular match was also against some of the best in world at that time. Half the fuckers in this match have been wrestling for a year or less, I’ve pinned one of them, and should’ve beaten Cartier. One of them is weirdly obsessed with my ex so much so that she would probably do anything for her, and everyone know how badly it ended with me and my ex. That should make an already aggressive person, a mad man or women in this case. The last guy Kross, he’s inconsistent as fuck but I have my eye on him. He seems threatening enough along with Cartier. Yeah… literally those are only two I’m worried about in a match with six people. I don’t need Steiner math or any math to tell you that the odds are looking in my favor in the way that Romeo looks at Juliet. If I was a wrestling pundit or summat along those lines, tomorrow’s Liberty Pro review for their first super show back as a company should read “Brien Storm win Anarchy Championship in MOTN.” as the motherfucking headline.”
*Brien full on begins to laugh in an almost down right maniacal manner as he gets up and walks up the stairs out of the frame of the camera. A hard cut to the next seg.*
MATCH TWO: LUMBERJACK MATCH
Ethan McCall vs Keyshawn Reed
Ethan McCall vs Keyshawn Reed
RECAP All the lumberjacks are seen surrounding the ring as both Ethan and Keyshawn Reed are in their respective corners. Keyshawn is flanked by his Keyshawntourage, Brent Lee, Craig Hannigan, O’Shea Reed, Thea Roux, Disrae, Gia Lynne Bennett and the other Honey, who isn’t the Liberty Pro Honey in the main event. Meanwhile, Ethan McCall has brought Kaitlyn MacNamara, Bo Fontenot, Ethan Giles, CJ Cross, Felix Graves, Kymmy Olliver, Fallon Lockhart and Tyberius King to be by his side. The bell rings and instantly Reed charges at Ethan and begins landing body shots as you see the Keyshawntourage cheer on Reed obnoxiously. Reed manages to get Ethan into a seated position in the corner, backing up a bit before charging into the corner and connecting with a running hip attack. Reed then picks up Ethan and whips him into the corner before he charges in with a clothesline. He then nails McCall with several hard backhand chops to the chest of Ethan as you hear the crowd cringe at the sound of his hand hitting his chest each time. Keyshawn controls the early part of the match, using his lumberjacks to his leverage for several minutes to keep McCall down. Keyshawn gets McCall back into the corner once more and begins to deliver more chops and he shouts out that he’s teaching the golden boy a lesson. Keyshawn walks in for another one, Ethan is quick to land a knee lift to Keyshawn doubling him over as he grabs hold of him by his head and throws him down to the canvas with a bulldog. McCall tries to stay on top but Gia Lynne Neilson and Honey pulled McCall out of the ring. The Keyshawntourage began to beat down McCall collectively until the calvery came for the save and Ethan’s friends came into the picture. It became a wild fight of two groups on the outside but Keyshawn leaped over the top rope and he seemed to land on everyone, taking out the crowd, Ethan and himself in the process. Keyshawn looked at Kaitlyn MacNamara, who is quite close to Ethan, and he picks her up and throws her into the ring. Reed starts to attack Kaitlyn’s recently hurt shoulder and he stomps on it over and over again. He tells Kaitlyn that this is what you get when you fuck with the Keyshawntourage! Keyshawn doesn’t notice that Ethan McCall is back in the ring and he looks furious! He takes Keyshawn out with a running elbow strike before lifting him up and nailing The Last McCall (Powerbomb lungblower). Ethan hooks the leg and goes for the pin and he picks up the three count and the win. Kaitlyn grabs Keyshawn and uses her good arm to toss him out of the ring. Ethan’s friends now enter the ring and lift him up in the air, celebrating his hard fought victory. WINNER Ethan McCall METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:49 FINISHING MOVE The Last McCall |
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The view is shaky as Cartier films herself in her front facing cell phone camera. She’s obviously hurrying down the hallways in the back of Madison Square Garden.
💎Cartier💎: “I don’t got a lot of time right now, but I wanted to let all my fans out there in New York City an’ everywhere else know that I’m goin’ out there tonight at Day of Reckoning an’ I’m winnin’ that Anarchy Title for all of them. All my fans. Every single person who ever called my name on the way to the ring or who commented positive vibes onto my Instagram or who bought a tee shirt. Everyone who ever gave me even the tiniest piece of they time and they heart to pull for me, tonight’s all about y’all.”
She waves an index finger into the screen as if she’s pointing at everyone watching.
💎Cartier💎: “See, this whole thing new to me. This whole life I been livin’ for the last 18 months been real wild, an’ a lot of it been right here in front of Liberty Pro fans an’ Liberty Pro cameras. We live on Pay Per View, live from MSG, an’ I don’t take none of it lightly. I don’t wanna disrespect anyone who root for me by takin’ my opponents for granted or by not givin’ 110% for these opportunities like I got here tonight. It just go to show that God work in mysterious ways. You asked me last week I’d have told y’all I would be in the Gotham Championship match wit’ Felix… but right now I got a different opportunity. I got a opportunity to steal the show in a huge ladder match wit’ five others. People might think I ain’t got a chance in a match like that because of so many obstacles, but y’all, I been fightin’ a uphill battle since the day I was born. I been climbin’ ladders all my life. I been gettin’ to the top and grabbin’ my own prize since day one. So maybe in Liberty Pro I ain’t had a bunch of crazy matches wit’ dozens of people in ‘em, but you know what? That don’t matter. I won battle royals before. I won titles before. I know what it takes, an’ I’m a give it my all, just like I always do.”
The background stops moving. Cartier’s arrived at her destination, wherever that may be. She talks to someone off screen for a second, muffled. It doesn’t come across audibly on the video.
💎Cartier💎: “You can always bet on the fact that when Cartier in the ring, she gonna keep it 100. Pepper Vain, Kendrick Kross, Karen Willow, Kristina Spencer… they don’t know me. They don’t know what I bring to the court or how hard I go in the paint. Brien Storm can tell ‘em. He know first hand from a few weeks back when I made short work outta his ass. This a different environment though an’ I know Storm got the same odds I do in this match… so to every one of y’all out there in the ring wit’ me tonight, y’all best bring that A-game. Because if any of y’all want that Anarchy Championship, y’all gonna have to beat me for it, an’ that’s a lot easier said than done.”
Cartier holds the phone out farther from her body and we see she was ordering a hot dog from the concessions stand. She gets the footlong and takes a huge bite, chewing it noisily while looking into the camera.
💎Cartier💎: “Oh one last thing…”
She swallows the chunk of food in her mouth that made it hard to understand her previous sentence, then gives a big, friendly smile as if she’s about to pay a sweet compliment to someone.
💎Cartier💎: “Fuck Helena Noir. Go get that bag, Honey Sunshine.”
Cartier shuts the feed down and everything goes to black.
The view is shaky as Cartier films herself in her front facing cell phone camera. She’s obviously hurrying down the hallways in the back of Madison Square Garden.
💎Cartier💎: “I don’t got a lot of time right now, but I wanted to let all my fans out there in New York City an’ everywhere else know that I’m goin’ out there tonight at Day of Reckoning an’ I’m winnin’ that Anarchy Title for all of them. All my fans. Every single person who ever called my name on the way to the ring or who commented positive vibes onto my Instagram or who bought a tee shirt. Everyone who ever gave me even the tiniest piece of they time and they heart to pull for me, tonight’s all about y’all.”
She waves an index finger into the screen as if she’s pointing at everyone watching.
💎Cartier💎: “See, this whole thing new to me. This whole life I been livin’ for the last 18 months been real wild, an’ a lot of it been right here in front of Liberty Pro fans an’ Liberty Pro cameras. We live on Pay Per View, live from MSG, an’ I don’t take none of it lightly. I don’t wanna disrespect anyone who root for me by takin’ my opponents for granted or by not givin’ 110% for these opportunities like I got here tonight. It just go to show that God work in mysterious ways. You asked me last week I’d have told y’all I would be in the Gotham Championship match wit’ Felix… but right now I got a different opportunity. I got a opportunity to steal the show in a huge ladder match wit’ five others. People might think I ain’t got a chance in a match like that because of so many obstacles, but y’all, I been fightin’ a uphill battle since the day I was born. I been climbin’ ladders all my life. I been gettin’ to the top and grabbin’ my own prize since day one. So maybe in Liberty Pro I ain’t had a bunch of crazy matches wit’ dozens of people in ‘em, but you know what? That don’t matter. I won battle royals before. I won titles before. I know what it takes, an’ I’m a give it my all, just like I always do.”
The background stops moving. Cartier’s arrived at her destination, wherever that may be. She talks to someone off screen for a second, muffled. It doesn’t come across audibly on the video.
💎Cartier💎: “You can always bet on the fact that when Cartier in the ring, she gonna keep it 100. Pepper Vain, Kendrick Kross, Karen Willow, Kristina Spencer… they don’t know me. They don’t know what I bring to the court or how hard I go in the paint. Brien Storm can tell ‘em. He know first hand from a few weeks back when I made short work outta his ass. This a different environment though an’ I know Storm got the same odds I do in this match… so to every one of y’all out there in the ring wit’ me tonight, y’all best bring that A-game. Because if any of y’all want that Anarchy Championship, y’all gonna have to beat me for it, an’ that’s a lot easier said than done.”
Cartier holds the phone out farther from her body and we see she was ordering a hot dog from the concessions stand. She gets the footlong and takes a huge bite, chewing it noisily while looking into the camera.
💎Cartier💎: “Oh one last thing…”
She swallows the chunk of food in her mouth that made it hard to understand her previous sentence, then gives a big, friendly smile as if she’s about to pay a sweet compliment to someone.
💎Cartier💎: “Fuck Helena Noir. Go get that bag, Honey Sunshine.”
Cartier shuts the feed down and everything goes to black.
BACKSTAGE
We open on Derrick La’Bell walking gingerly down a hallway backstage. After Tamsin Sixx had attacked him earlier in the night, got them in a car crash, and even though he was ultimately able to beat her down and escape, he was still not 100%. He’s grabbing his neck and shoulders, and trying to loosen his muscles for his upcoming falls count anywhere match later tonight. As he walks down the hallway, and waves at some people, he doesn’t see Tamsin on top of some production crates. She crouches, waiting for him to pass, and then she leaps on top of him! She doesn’t weigh enough to take the heavyweight down, but she scratches his face and tries to chokes him with her arm. He’s scrambling trying to get her off his back, but she bites his hand when he tries to grab her. He runs her into the nearest wall, effectively smooshing her with his back, and is able to grab her head now. He goes to snapmare her, but she’s able to barely land on her feet. Derrick looks at her with anger and confusion, as she starts to run off. He begins to follow her, but she throws people, some production crates, and a table from catering in his way. Derrick just shakes his head, and checks to make sure he isn’t bleeding anywhere.
Derrick La’Bell: I’m gonna get that crazy bitch, I swear. I don’t care if it’s time for our match or not. I’m going to get that crazy bitch.
He shakes his head, as he heads for the trainers.
We open on Derrick La’Bell walking gingerly down a hallway backstage. After Tamsin Sixx had attacked him earlier in the night, got them in a car crash, and even though he was ultimately able to beat her down and escape, he was still not 100%. He’s grabbing his neck and shoulders, and trying to loosen his muscles for his upcoming falls count anywhere match later tonight. As he walks down the hallway, and waves at some people, he doesn’t see Tamsin on top of some production crates. She crouches, waiting for him to pass, and then she leaps on top of him! She doesn’t weigh enough to take the heavyweight down, but she scratches his face and tries to chokes him with her arm. He’s scrambling trying to get her off his back, but she bites his hand when he tries to grab her. He runs her into the nearest wall, effectively smooshing her with his back, and is able to grab her head now. He goes to snapmare her, but she’s able to barely land on her feet. Derrick looks at her with anger and confusion, as she starts to run off. He begins to follow her, but she throws people, some production crates, and a table from catering in his way. Derrick just shakes his head, and checks to make sure he isn’t bleeding anywhere.
Derrick La’Bell: I’m gonna get that crazy bitch, I swear. I don’t care if it’s time for our match or not. I’m going to get that crazy bitch.
He shakes his head, as he heads for the trainers.
MATCH THREE: LADDER MATCH FOR THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Precious Pepper Vain vs Kendrick Kross vs Karen Willow vs Brien Storm vs Kristina Spencer vs Cartier
Precious Pepper Vain vs Kendrick Kross vs Karen Willow vs Brien Storm vs Kristina Spencer vs Cartier
RECAP It’s been over half a year since the Anarchy Championship was competed for, and it all came down to these six competitors that Nathan Callaghan chose to fight for the hardcore rules championship. When the bell rings, everyone eyes each other for a moment, gauging to see who is going to make the first move. Unsurprisingly, it’s Precious Pepper Vain who decides to leave the ring with a laugh as she tells everyone they are beneath her. Kendrick Kross goes to go outside to retrieve PPV but Karen Willow hits him with a leaping neckbreaker from behind and this match is truly under way! Kristina charges at Willow but Karen sees her coming and she levels her with a brutal superkick. Meanwhile Brien and Cartier start to trade blows in the middle of the ring. The former US Champion gets the advantage on Brien and she throws him against the ropes and she then goes for a crescent kick but Storm ducks under it but Karen is there to meet him with a leaping dropkick. Cartier and Willow were now the only two competitors left in the ring, staring at each other with the title hanging right above their heads. Out of nowhere came Kendrick Kross taking both of them out with a springboard double clothesline. Behind his back, Precious slides in a ladder and enters the ring, clubbing Kross to the back of his head dropping him on the ladder with a snap suplex. Once she takes him out of the equation, she set the ladder up under the title and starts to climb. Brien comes back into the match, climbing up on the opposite side and reaching Pepper Vain on top where the two competitors start to trade blow after blow. Storm clubs PPV with a brutal elbow and she falls off the ladder and Brien is now inches away from becoming the Anarchy Champion. He reaches up for the belt but Kristina Spencer, who is now on top of one of the turnbuckles, leaps off and dropkicks the ladder, sending it crashed and sending Storm falling through a table on the outside that Cartier had literally just set up! The fans start to cheer ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ Spencer repositions the ladder and begins her ascent up it but it was Cartier stops her before she can get too high and she pulls Spencer down for a brutal powerbomb and the ladder fell back down. Before Cartier can make another move, Kendrick, Karen and PPV were all getting back into the ring. The four competitors went at it and none of them seem to slow down, making it clear that all of them want the Anarchy Championship. Kross knocks PPV down with a stiff clothesline. Kendrick then turns his attention on Willow and hits her with several chops to the chest. Karen counters back with a hard elbow shot before PPV comes over and the two women nail Kross with a double suplex. On the other side of the ring, Storm just gets back in but Cartier levels him with Empire State of Mind. Karen and PPV now start to trade blow until Karen ducks a hard right hook and then she nails Precious with a superkick! PPV drops to her knees and Willow levels her with a second superkick. As soon as the young Willow turns around, Kristina runs over her with a second ladder that has been brought into the ring. Spencer then takes out Cartier with the same ladder. Standing alone in the ring, she sets up the ladder and climbs it. Brien get up and he charges the ladder and starts to climb up it and he somehow reaches the top before Spencer. His fingertips brush against the Anarchy Championship, failing to grab a hold of it when Kristina punches him in the face. Brien pushes her down a few steps with a few elbow shots in return before he reaches up for the championship again. Spencer immediately recovers and hits Storm with a few more punches, driving his face against the ladder and grabbing the title. Before she could unbuckle it, Brien was back on the attack, desperately punching her until she had to let the title go. Brien then grabs Kristina by her head and he leaps off the ladder, nailing her with a cutter from fifteen feet in the air and the fans are going absolutely wild for Storm but he took damage on the way down as well and everyone is out. PPV is the first one to her feet and she slowly starts to climb the ladder. Karen slides back inside the ring and grabs her by the ankle, pulling her down. Pepper Vain lands on her feet and she is livid as she charges at Karen for a clothesline but Karen ducks it! Karen then grabs Precious and whips her straight into one of the ladders that was sitting in the corner. Precious drops down in pain as she holds onto her back. Karen starts the climb, slowly as the match has taken its toll on the young upstart. Before Willow can progress up the ladder all the way, Storm comes out of nowhere and he shoves the ladder down, causing Karen to drop neck first down onto the rope. Brien wastes little time as he sets up the ladder again. He starts to move up the ladder but Cartier sets one up right next to his and she starts to climb up it as well! Cartier and Brien battle side by side until Cartier is able to shove Brien and his ladder to the outside and Brien ends up landing on Kristina and Kendrick, who were battling it out on the outside of the ring. Cartier was alone with her ladder but she is hesitant to keep on climbing, as she has a fear of heights. She takes a deep breath and climbs up all the way but when she does, she can’t reach the Anarchy Championship, as he ladder wasn’t lined up right. Cartier takes a deep breath before she LEAPS off of the ladder and grabs onto the Anarchy Championship!! She’s hanging in the air, holding onto the title for dear life as she tries to unbuckle it. Meanwhile, Precious Pepper Vain grabs one of the ladders and she swings it up at Cartier and nails her in the back with it but Cartier refuses to let go. Before PPV can swing again, Karen Willow leaps off of the taller ladder that was still set up in the ring and she spears Cartier off of the championship!!! But the damage is done, and the last person standing is PPV. She sets up the ladder she had in hand and she climbs up to the top. Kendrick, Brien and Kristina attempt to enter the ring and stop PPV but Precious grabs ahold of the Anarchy Championship and pulls it down! It’s too late! PPV is the Anarchy Champion! The fans cheer as PPV holds the Anarchy Championship in the air proudly! WINNER Precious Pepper Vain METHOD Retrieved the belt MATCH LENGTH 25:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts over to Kiera Fay Hanna in the back with her head pointed up, avoiding making contact with the camera just yet. To say she's anxious about her upcoming Gotham Championship match would be the understatement of the year. She's only just recently entered the double digits for matches wrestled in her career and now she's either three seconds away or a tap out away from her first championship. It's surreal.
She tries to own her nerves with a deep breath as her eyes flicker up to the camera
HANNA: When I started ballet as a kid, it was my life. Every possible opportunity I could, I was breathing in as much information about dance as I could. Every time I wasn't studying or sleeping, I was practicing. I'd perform with the worst blisters imaginable. There were nights where I'd draw blood, but that pain is what got me to the top of my game. That's what got me performing all across Canada. That's what introduced me to the concept of being the absolute best at whatever I do. I didn't have anyone pushing me. The only person pushing me...was myself.
A slight smirk of confidence forms at the corner of her mouth. Propping yourself up on the past isn't always the platform you want, but for Kiera, it was building to something.
HANNA: And when I started grappling when I was a teenager; no different. I pushed myself with one goal in mind: I didn't want to be the best in British Columbia, I didn't want to be the best in Canada...I wanted to be the best in the world. They called me a jiu-jitsu prodigy and I competed all over the world. I won tournaments, medals, and championships all over the world. I accomplished so much in such a short time, but I wanted more. I'm not ashamed to admit that I grew so attached to professional wrestling because of the glory.
Her smirk picks up a bit more at the premise of illustrious wrestling gold.
HANNA: These people I share the locker room with walk like giants and I want to be the giant slayer. I don't want to be one of the most accomplished professional wrestlers when my time is over; I want to be one of the most talented wrestlers. I come into every match with the mindset that, win or lose, I'm leaving better than I came in. When I had my first match here in Liberty, I told everyone that this was my Mount Everest and the Gotham Championship is barely reaching base camp.
A hard nod from Kiera and with it comes a realization that wipes her smirk clean away. She's not at a position to rest for even a second.
HANNA: But I'll be there when the bell sounds. The fear, the dread...the hope. Felix Graves was one of my very first opponents when I came into Liberty and I very nearly walked away with a victory, but he...he has that experience that I lack. He waited for his moment and struck. For that? I give him all the credit in the world. And I get he's too 'cool' to appreciate the compliment without blowing up his own ego because he's so desperate to be seen as the badass of Liberty.
This gets a small laugh from Kiera.
HANNA: It's one thing to act tough, Felix, but it's another thing to actually be tough. I'm not putting you up on a pedestal even though you're a great wrestler because while you may think you're untouchable...I don't. You're human just like me. We bleed the same color of blood. You've won multiple championships, but I want to be able to say that about myself too. I respect you as a wrestler, Felix, but my path to glory starts tonight with the Gotham Championship.
Another hard nod from Kiera, some confidence finally starting to shine through with her words.
HANNA: I know that whatever happens tonight, I'll never forget it. I will look back on this night for the rest of my career. My first supershow, my first chance at a championship...this means more to me than anything else. Be cocky, be loud, be brash, you've earned that right. And I'll work to earn the right tonight to choke that arrogance out of you. I'd wish you good luck, Felix, but we both know your response to that. So instead, allow me to borrow some of that arrogance.
Kiera winks.
HANNA: I'm heading out to that ring with one goal in mind and that's doing everything in my power to ensure that the Gotham Championship will never be in your hands. Let's hope your ego can survive its Day of Reckoning.
A more stone-faced glare from Kiera this time before that bright smile of hers flashes up once more as the camera cuts elsewhere in the building.
The camera cuts over to Kiera Fay Hanna in the back with her head pointed up, avoiding making contact with the camera just yet. To say she's anxious about her upcoming Gotham Championship match would be the understatement of the year. She's only just recently entered the double digits for matches wrestled in her career and now she's either three seconds away or a tap out away from her first championship. It's surreal.
She tries to own her nerves with a deep breath as her eyes flicker up to the camera
HANNA: When I started ballet as a kid, it was my life. Every possible opportunity I could, I was breathing in as much information about dance as I could. Every time I wasn't studying or sleeping, I was practicing. I'd perform with the worst blisters imaginable. There were nights where I'd draw blood, but that pain is what got me to the top of my game. That's what got me performing all across Canada. That's what introduced me to the concept of being the absolute best at whatever I do. I didn't have anyone pushing me. The only person pushing me...was myself.
A slight smirk of confidence forms at the corner of her mouth. Propping yourself up on the past isn't always the platform you want, but for Kiera, it was building to something.
HANNA: And when I started grappling when I was a teenager; no different. I pushed myself with one goal in mind: I didn't want to be the best in British Columbia, I didn't want to be the best in Canada...I wanted to be the best in the world. They called me a jiu-jitsu prodigy and I competed all over the world. I won tournaments, medals, and championships all over the world. I accomplished so much in such a short time, but I wanted more. I'm not ashamed to admit that I grew so attached to professional wrestling because of the glory.
Her smirk picks up a bit more at the premise of illustrious wrestling gold.
HANNA: These people I share the locker room with walk like giants and I want to be the giant slayer. I don't want to be one of the most accomplished professional wrestlers when my time is over; I want to be one of the most talented wrestlers. I come into every match with the mindset that, win or lose, I'm leaving better than I came in. When I had my first match here in Liberty, I told everyone that this was my Mount Everest and the Gotham Championship is barely reaching base camp.
A hard nod from Kiera and with it comes a realization that wipes her smirk clean away. She's not at a position to rest for even a second.
HANNA: But I'll be there when the bell sounds. The fear, the dread...the hope. Felix Graves was one of my very first opponents when I came into Liberty and I very nearly walked away with a victory, but he...he has that experience that I lack. He waited for his moment and struck. For that? I give him all the credit in the world. And I get he's too 'cool' to appreciate the compliment without blowing up his own ego because he's so desperate to be seen as the badass of Liberty.
This gets a small laugh from Kiera.
HANNA: It's one thing to act tough, Felix, but it's another thing to actually be tough. I'm not putting you up on a pedestal even though you're a great wrestler because while you may think you're untouchable...I don't. You're human just like me. We bleed the same color of blood. You've won multiple championships, but I want to be able to say that about myself too. I respect you as a wrestler, Felix, but my path to glory starts tonight with the Gotham Championship.
Another hard nod from Kiera, some confidence finally starting to shine through with her words.
HANNA: I know that whatever happens tonight, I'll never forget it. I will look back on this night for the rest of my career. My first supershow, my first chance at a championship...this means more to me than anything else. Be cocky, be loud, be brash, you've earned that right. And I'll work to earn the right tonight to choke that arrogance out of you. I'd wish you good luck, Felix, but we both know your response to that. So instead, allow me to borrow some of that arrogance.
Kiera winks.
HANNA: I'm heading out to that ring with one goal in mind and that's doing everything in my power to ensure that the Gotham Championship will never be in your hands. Let's hope your ego can survive its Day of Reckoning.
A more stone-faced glare from Kiera this time before that bright smile of hers flashes up once more as the camera cuts elsewhere in the building.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Felix and Rusty were overlooking the ‘side plates’ that he’d once used for the US Championship, the big man tapping his fingers over the gold curiously as Rusty watched from the sides.
Rusty: “Already thinking on fancying the belt up?”
Felix: “That’s the plan, Russ.”
The big man glanced up from the case that held the side plates, eyes on the older fella, the man dressed in his New York Yankees cap and his vintage aviators, his moustache topping that smirk on his face while he watched his would be protege.
Felix: “What?”
Rusty: “Always shooting for the belt, Kid. That’s you. First it was the US Championship, now it’s the Gotham belt. You never lose sight of the ball.”
Felix: “Heh. I had a good teacher. Still have one.”
With that, Felix was handing the case off to the staff member that’d brought it out for him, the former US Champ lifting his massive shoulders before dropping them in a shrug.
Felix: “This chick beat Cartier, one of the few people to ever beat me. She has an even shot, same as me. I don’t plan on making it easy on her. She beats me? She deserves this belt, but she’s not taking it without smearing it in my blood.”
A grunt, and the big man shrugged those shoulders again. Rusty just shook his head before lifting a hand to clap the giant’s right shoulder, squeezing it.
Rusty: “Our blood, champ. There’s a lot of people out there that are against you, and I can’t help but feel sorry for the dumb fucks. I’ve seen you go out there and hit the whole world with an upset time and time again. They said you’d never take the US Championship, and you did. You beat Cartier. You beat Kaelan. Ya fuckin’ leveled ex champions and current ones alike. It’s time the world quits sleepin’ on you, Felix. They’ll notice you, or they’ll notice the fires we light to find our fuckin’ way home.”
That much, that much drew a quiet grin from the tattooed veteran.
Felix: “Nuclear firelight.”
Rusty: “Let’em remember we were here till the half life dies out.”
Felix: “..Let’s do this shit.”
Both: “HOO-AH!”
The scene began to fade to black then, as both men walked off scene.
Backstage, Felix and Rusty were overlooking the ‘side plates’ that he’d once used for the US Championship, the big man tapping his fingers over the gold curiously as Rusty watched from the sides.
Rusty: “Already thinking on fancying the belt up?”
Felix: “That’s the plan, Russ.”
The big man glanced up from the case that held the side plates, eyes on the older fella, the man dressed in his New York Yankees cap and his vintage aviators, his moustache topping that smirk on his face while he watched his would be protege.
Felix: “What?”
Rusty: “Always shooting for the belt, Kid. That’s you. First it was the US Championship, now it’s the Gotham belt. You never lose sight of the ball.”
Felix: “Heh. I had a good teacher. Still have one.”
With that, Felix was handing the case off to the staff member that’d brought it out for him, the former US Champ lifting his massive shoulders before dropping them in a shrug.
Felix: “This chick beat Cartier, one of the few people to ever beat me. She has an even shot, same as me. I don’t plan on making it easy on her. She beats me? She deserves this belt, but she’s not taking it without smearing it in my blood.”
A grunt, and the big man shrugged those shoulders again. Rusty just shook his head before lifting a hand to clap the giant’s right shoulder, squeezing it.
Rusty: “Our blood, champ. There’s a lot of people out there that are against you, and I can’t help but feel sorry for the dumb fucks. I’ve seen you go out there and hit the whole world with an upset time and time again. They said you’d never take the US Championship, and you did. You beat Cartier. You beat Kaelan. Ya fuckin’ leveled ex champions and current ones alike. It’s time the world quits sleepin’ on you, Felix. They’ll notice you, or they’ll notice the fires we light to find our fuckin’ way home.”
That much, that much drew a quiet grin from the tattooed veteran.
Felix: “Nuclear firelight.”
Rusty: “Let’em remember we were here till the half life dies out.”
Felix: “..Let’s do this shit.”
Both: “HOO-AH!”
The scene began to fade to black then, as both men walked off scene.
MATCH FOUR: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Kiera Fay Hanna vs Felix Graves
Kiera Fay Hanna vs Felix Graves
RECAP The bell sounds and Felix Graves gets this contest started as he riles the crowd up with a good ol' fashioned "USA! USA!" chant against his Canadian opponent. This gets a smile out of Kiera Fay Hanna as she leans back in the corner and the crowd picks up some steam. Though, there are small pockets throughout the arena with fellow Canadians voicing their support from Kiera. But all that hushes up once Felix and Kiera lock up in the center of the ring. Naturally, it's Felix's strength that allows him to push Kiera up into the corner where the referee is forced to intervene for a break. Felix takes a second to break away and as soon as he does, he shoots right in, but Kiera ducks underneath and pushes him back into the corner. Hanna's striking game isn't all too refined, but she knows enough of the basics to deliver some breathtaking chops to the chest of Graves. She's got this going for her for a bit until she breaks away to run to the opposite corner and she runs right back into a big boot from Graves. In one swift motion, Graves lifts Hanna up for a running powerslam right to the center of the ring. He tries for a pin and gets just a two count from it. Felix goes to pick Kiera right back up, but she pulls him in with a roll up! And gets a two! The two get back to their feet at the same time and the Canadian rookie ducks a lariat to pop up with a dropkick that knocks Felix into the ropes. He stumbles back into them and stumbles right back out as Kiera uses Felix's momentum for a tomoe nage that puts Graves on the canvas. She quickly scrambles over into a single leg crab! Kiera has the hold locked in for a bit until Felix drags himself over to the ropes for a break. Back to her feet, Kiera tries to take Felix down once more, but Graves holds his ground this time around and drills Hanna with a stiff forearm shot. He follows it up with a second and then a third before shooting Hanna across the ropes for a big spinebuster! The slam just about took the breath out of Kiera and Felix finds himself in a pretty good position as he makes his way over to the corner. Heading up on the turnbuckle, Felix steadies himself for a Tomahawk Missile (Missile Dropkick) from off the top rope! Kiera gets absolutely blasted by the dropkick, but it was perhaps too effective as the momentum of the strike sent her rolling right out of the ring. Heading after her, Graves rolls Hanna right into the ring, and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! … THR-NO! That dropkick cost him, but the damage has still been done and Graves is sitting pretty as he drags Hanna back up to her feet. It looks like Felix is signaling for the end as he gets Kiera up for his M.O.A.B., but Hanna manages to get loose as Graves lifts her up and lands behind him for a chop block right to the back of his left leg! As Graves goes down to a knee, Hanna hops up on his back, and pulls him to the canvas to start locking in a bow and arrow choke! Once again, she's got the submission hold locked in! This time Felix finds himself in the center of the ring as Kiera wrenches on the choke as hard as she can. It's a nasty spot for Graves to be in, but despite him not being the most experienced when it comes to submissions, he's got enough awareness to use his size to roll Hanna right onto her shoulders for a pin! ONE! TWO! … THR-NO! Kiera releases the choke just in time to get a shoulder up and break the pin! Felix is slow to get up and try to recover against the ropes, but he's able to shoot a charging Kiera up and over onto the apron. She tries for a forearm, but Graves blocks Hanna's attempt and catches her with a wicked jab to leave her stunned on the apron. Stepping up onto the bottom rope, Graves gets some extra height with a vertical suplex that brings Hanna right into the ring! Grabbing hold of Hanna's arm, Graves whips her into the ropes, cocking his arm, and going for The Second Amendment! But Kiera just runs underneath what would've been a massive clothesline and comes running back with a European uppercut! Felix stands his ground and Kiera hooks him for a deep arm drag, but again, Graves' strength sees him stand his ground as he hooks Hanna with a hip toss. Once more, Graves is leading the charge of a "U! S! A!" chant and it seems like he's in position to call for the end once more as he drags Hanna up by her hair. Ready to put the nail in the coffin, Felix drags Kiera over to the corner, and begins setting her up for a M.O.A.B. on the second rope! But as he lifts Kiera up into the powerbomb position, she floats over, and just lands on the top turnbuckle! Kiera manages deliver a back elbow right to the back of Felix's head that knocks him off the second rope onto his feet. She's got enough time to turn around and Hanna leaps off onto Graves' back; using that momentum to pull him down into a rear naked choke! All of Graves' weight lands on top of Hanna, but she fights through the pain to keep the rear naked choke locked in! Felix is trying to turn to grab onto a rope, but he's starting to fade! Yet in spite of that, Felix manages to stand right back up with Kiera on his back! There's still some fight in him, but he falls right back down just shy of the ropes! The referee checks on him, waiting for the tap to come, but he realizes it isn't and as Graves starts to fade again, the referee calls for the bell! Kiera Fay Hanna has done it! Felix Graves took the rookie to her limits and very nearly destroyed her in the process, but it was some good luck that helped put Kiera in a position to win. Had Felix managed to land one of those M.O.A.B. attempts or The Second Amendment, the match would've surely been over, but as it stands, Kiera managed to steal this one away. The referee hands her the Gotham Championship and she's doing her best to suppress tears as she hugs onto the belt. WINNER Kiera Fay Hanna METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 16:12 FINISHING MOVE Rear Naked Choke |
BACKSTAGE
Rylee Harper: I never thought I’d be on the cusp of winning a title but here I sit with that chance.
Rylee smiles. She is in her wrestling gear. Her hair is down and it’s around her face forming a picture frame of sorts.
Rylee Harper: To be honest we haven’t been that good as of late. Losing match after match. But to see ourselves here on a huge card and in a huge match it is awesome and a bit humbling.
The ever smiling Rylee smiles again.
Rylee Harper: When I started wrestling I was told I was small that I would never achieve what I wanted but I kept smiling. I kept going and here I am. So I look at the people that said that to me and I smile because I know I was right.
She looks deep into the camera.
Rylee Harper: The biggest thing about this match is that it is in a Elimination Chamber.
She sighs.
Rylee Harper: With that I understand people thinking that we are the underdogs, but as I have outlined I’ve been there before. I strive under these circumstances and well it’s time for me to fly to glory. She smiles once more as the scene fades.
Rylee Harper: I never thought I’d be on the cusp of winning a title but here I sit with that chance.
Rylee smiles. She is in her wrestling gear. Her hair is down and it’s around her face forming a picture frame of sorts.
Rylee Harper: To be honest we haven’t been that good as of late. Losing match after match. But to see ourselves here on a huge card and in a huge match it is awesome and a bit humbling.
The ever smiling Rylee smiles again.
Rylee Harper: When I started wrestling I was told I was small that I would never achieve what I wanted but I kept smiling. I kept going and here I am. So I look at the people that said that to me and I smile because I know I was right.
She looks deep into the camera.
Rylee Harper: The biggest thing about this match is that it is in a Elimination Chamber.
She sighs.
Rylee Harper: With that I understand people thinking that we are the underdogs, but as I have outlined I’ve been there before. I strive under these circumstances and well it’s time for me to fly to glory. She smiles once more as the scene fades.
BACKSTAGE
Derrick is now patched up from his two earlier attacks. He’s got some tape on his shoulder, and a few bandages on his face, but he’s actually pretty unscathed considering he’s been jumped twice and got in a car accident. It’s now time for him to go to the curtain and get ready to be introduced for his match. As he makes his way down to the “gorilla position” he sees Tamsin. The woman who has been making his time in Liberty a complete nightmare. She had cost him 3 out of his first 4 matches. She’s jumped him twice today. She’s done nothing but assault him every show since he’d debuted in Liberty. Derrick’s eyes go red, as sees her, and he knows she doesn’t she him.
Derrick La’Bell: I’ve got you now, Tammi. Payback is a bitch!
He doesn’t scream, or yell, or give any sign that he’s coming for her. He just charges at Tamsin, and anyone in the 30+ yards in between him and her instantly jump out of the way. Tamsin turns just in time to see Derrick literally 3 feet from her. She screams out
Tamsin: OH FU-
She is unable to finish her sentence as Derrick spears the 110lbs woman nearly in half, nearly unwrapping her taped ribs. The force is so great that they probably flew 6 feet after impact. They go completely through the curtain, as Tamsin’s music plays, but Derrick doesn’t care, it’s his time for payback. He delivers Hellbow after Hellbow until a group of Liberty Pro officials and wrestlers pull him off. Tamsin is brought to her feet, very clearly groggy and bleeding, as the bell rings and the Falls Count Anywhere match begins.
Derrick is now patched up from his two earlier attacks. He’s got some tape on his shoulder, and a few bandages on his face, but he’s actually pretty unscathed considering he’s been jumped twice and got in a car accident. It’s now time for him to go to the curtain and get ready to be introduced for his match. As he makes his way down to the “gorilla position” he sees Tamsin. The woman who has been making his time in Liberty a complete nightmare. She had cost him 3 out of his first 4 matches. She’s jumped him twice today. She’s done nothing but assault him every show since he’d debuted in Liberty. Derrick’s eyes go red, as sees her, and he knows she doesn’t she him.
Derrick La’Bell: I’ve got you now, Tammi. Payback is a bitch!
He doesn’t scream, or yell, or give any sign that he’s coming for her. He just charges at Tamsin, and anyone in the 30+ yards in between him and her instantly jump out of the way. Tamsin turns just in time to see Derrick literally 3 feet from her. She screams out
Tamsin: OH FU-
She is unable to finish her sentence as Derrick spears the 110lbs woman nearly in half, nearly unwrapping her taped ribs. The force is so great that they probably flew 6 feet after impact. They go completely through the curtain, as Tamsin’s music plays, but Derrick doesn’t care, it’s his time for payback. He delivers Hellbow after Hellbow until a group of Liberty Pro officials and wrestlers pull him off. Tamsin is brought to her feet, very clearly groggy and bleeding, as the bell rings and the Falls Count Anywhere match begins.
MATCH FIVE: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
Tamsin vs Derrick La’Bell
Tamsin vs Derrick La’Bell
RECAP Derrick now has a chair and he slams it onto Tamsin's back and then her on her back again until she's completely down. Derrick then pulls Tamsin to the ring and gets her inside. He then gets in too and when he does, Tamsin charges at Derrick but Derrick moves out of the way and Tamsin goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Derrick drops to his knees as he's still in pain from earlier as well and in a move of desperation, he hits Tamsin with a thumb to the eye. Tamsin drops to her knees while holding onto her eye. Derrick stands up and big boots Tamsin in the back of her head. Derrick drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring gingerly. Tamsin’s head is sticking out under the bottom rope and Derrick sprints towards her and kicks Tamsin right in the head, nailing her with a drive-by. The impact of the kick onto Tamsin’s head causes her to roll out of the ring and fall down to the mat. Derrick drops down onto Tamsin for the pin but Tamsin kicks out after two. Derrick slaps the ground outside in frustration. He walks over to the announce table and pulls off one of the monitors from it. He waits for Tamsin to get up and Derrick starts to stir. Tamsin gets up to her feet and Derrick charges at her with the monitor. Tamsin snaps out of her daze and she dropkicks the monitor straight into La’Bell’s face. Derrick collapses to the ground in a heap and his head starts to bleed from a gash on his forehead. Tamsin drops to one knee, still dazed from the effects of the moves Derrick hit on her earlier. Tamsin finally gets up on her feet and she makes a pin on Derrick but he kicks out after two. Tamsin picks Derrick up and she whips him into the barricade and he crashes back first into it. Tamsin climbs the turnbuckle and she leaps off, diving right onto Derrick and all of the weight and momentum send the two crashing through the barricade! The fans start to go nuts and Tamsin and Derrick both lie there in a heap. Tamsin drapes one arm onto Derrick and the referee begins the count but Derrick kicks out right before the three count. Tamsin shakes her head as she gets up to her feet. Tamsin picks Derrick up and throws him under the ropes and into the ring. Tamsin looks under the ring grabs a chair out from under it. Derrick begins to stir a bit in the ring as Tamsin slides into the ring. As Tamsin sizes up Derrick, waiting for him to get up, it appears that Derrick is reaching into his pocket. Derrick stumbles to his feet and right when Tamsin goes to swing, Derrick throws a handful of some kind of powder into Tamsin’s eyes. Tamsin drops to her knees, rubbing her eyes in pain. Derrick gathers himself before grabbing the chair. He sprints towards Tamsin before flinging the chair forward towards Tamsin's face and Derrick nails a boot right into chair into Tamsin’s skull. Derrick drops town and pins Tamsin and the referee makes the count. When he almost gets to three, Tamsin gets a shoulder up! Derrick can’t believe it! He says this is over and he pulls Tamsin out of the ring before clearing of the announcer table. Derrick then climbs the top rope and the fans are going nuts, as La’Bell is a huge guy. La’Bell leaps off and he goes for a diving elbow but as he lands on Tamsin, she had grabbed a monitor without Derrick noticing and she cracked him right in the head right it. The fans were going nuts as both lay there motionless but it was Tamsin who got an arm on top of Derrick. The referee made the count and Tamsin picked up the three count and the win. WINNER Tamsin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:21 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras go backstage as Kaelan Laughlin stands in full ring gear, prepared and ready for her US title match just around the corner.
Kaelan: “I’ve been quiet a lot here in Liberty. I like to go out there and let my actions speak and lately I haven’t been too impressed with myself. Maybe I’m in my own way, or maybe I’m just rusty for not wrestling for a while. All I know is I’ve let myself down and I am tired of that.”
Kaelan shakes her head and sighs.
Kaelan: “Tonight isn’t about what Scotty Latimer wants. It’s about what I want and what I want is to be the US Champion. I was one before and I was the most talked about US Champion ever. I won that title and brought notoriety to it, while before and after I held that title? The holders put everyone to sleep. Mindless defenses without even doing anything to make themselves sound interesting.”
Kaelan rolled her eyes.
Kaelan: “Just what I think Scotty will Do with the title if he gets it. It’s nothing personal Scotty. I just don’t think you will know what to do with it. How to elevate it. Every title I’ve held all I’ve tried to do is push myself and elevate it. When I win tonight? It will be no different. I’m going to be the best US Champion Liberty Pro will ever see. I’m tired of letting myself down. Tonight I take steps to change that and Scotty? You’ll just be collateral damage.”
Kaelan smirks and grins before waving and walk g off camera.
The cameras go backstage as Kaelan Laughlin stands in full ring gear, prepared and ready for her US title match just around the corner.
Kaelan: “I’ve been quiet a lot here in Liberty. I like to go out there and let my actions speak and lately I haven’t been too impressed with myself. Maybe I’m in my own way, or maybe I’m just rusty for not wrestling for a while. All I know is I’ve let myself down and I am tired of that.”
Kaelan shakes her head and sighs.
Kaelan: “Tonight isn’t about what Scotty Latimer wants. It’s about what I want and what I want is to be the US Champion. I was one before and I was the most talked about US Champion ever. I won that title and brought notoriety to it, while before and after I held that title? The holders put everyone to sleep. Mindless defenses without even doing anything to make themselves sound interesting.”
Kaelan rolled her eyes.
Kaelan: “Just what I think Scotty will Do with the title if he gets it. It’s nothing personal Scotty. I just don’t think you will know what to do with it. How to elevate it. Every title I’ve held all I’ve tried to do is push myself and elevate it. When I win tonight? It will be no different. I’m going to be the best US Champion Liberty Pro will ever see. I’m tired of letting myself down. Tonight I take steps to change that and Scotty? You’ll just be collateral damage.”
Kaelan smirks and grins before waving and walk g off camera.
BACKSTAGE
Cutting to the backstage area, focus fell upon none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux as he navigated the backstage corridors. Seemingly looking for someone, he stopped once he came across a rolling cart carrying a stack of steel folding chairs. That oh so arrogant smirk grew across his face as he grabbed up one from that stack. After getting a firm grip on it, Laroux continued his hunt, but for what, was the question.
Xavier Laroux: Where's that bitch at?
Finally, Laroux stopped once he found his destination. His eyes widened largely as he saw just what he was looking for. That smirk of his took on a rather devious tone to it. The camera panned in on the door of Ari Fuentes. Laroux's grip tightening on that chair, he was ready to take tonight's challenge out before it even began. Though, before he could really get going, he was caught off guard by the voice of a random backstage worker.
??: What are you doing?
Noticeably surprised by that voice, Laroux turned his head to look over his shoulder at the source of the voice. Shaking his head, he held a finger up to his lips, shhing the man.
Xavier Laroux: Shut up. I'm tryinta do somethin here.
The distraction is enough for Xavier not to notice the locker room door opening, Ari Fuentes stands there with her hands on her hips and shakes her head.
Ari Fuentes: What the hell are you doing?
Quickly, Laroux maneuvered that chair up behind his back, trying to hide it from Ari's sight. He looked to his opponent for this evening before flashing her one of those oh so arrogant smirks.
Xavier Laroux: Oh..hey! What's goin on?
Ari leans against the doorframe and smirks back, folding her arms over her chest as she looks him over.
Ari Fuentes: I could ask you the same, skulking around out here like a back alley prostitute… don’t you have anything better to do?
Xavier Laroux: Ahem, I'd rather go with high class escort.
Before he could continue that thought, he shook his head quickly.
Xavier Laroux: That's not even the point, one second.
Taking a few steps back to the turn, he managed to toss that chair to the side, being as discreetly as possible until that chair hit the floor, clanging loudly in the process. Stepping back up to Ari, he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Xavier Laroux: But actuallyy, I was just comin to see if you were ready for this. I'm already ready to go and it would be against my good guy nature not to make sure my favorite is ready too, y'know?
Ari turns her head to look at the chair tossed to the floor, she smiles and looks back to Xavier with a small shrug.
Ari Fuentes: Way I See it, I’m not gonna have to do much… Nate and I have an understanding. Couple that with a mutual dislike for, well, everything you are and that means all I gotta do is show up and deal with touching you long enough to score the pin. Lucky me!
Xavier Laroux: See, that's the problem here. Olefuck got some kinda vendetta against me, prolly cause all the times I tried to take out his kids, but I mean, that was a while ago. Ain't no damn reason he needsta still be holdin onto that.
Laroux shook his head a bit before bringing his hands up to lace his fingers behind his head.
Xavier Laroux: And what the hell do you mean, a mutual dislike for everythin you are. That's kinda
fuckin rude.
Ari leans in and gently pokes her finger into his chest with a dazzling smile, she then gently shoves him back.
Ari Fuentes: I don’t know if you know this but… we all know who took Liam out last week. Oh and not to mention I know your dirty little secret so…
She shrugs again, cocking her head to the side.
Ari Fuentes: I think we both know why the boss man doesn’t like you, don’t we?
Xavier Laroux: Uhh, wait a minute there. Y'all think y'all know who popped Liam. Ain't notta damn person saw me do that so your assumptions are just that, assumptions.
He shrugged his shoulders rather nonchalantly before a different remark she made registered in his head as he looked almost offended.
Xavier Laroux: And I know damn well you ain't talkin to nobody bout dirty secrets.
Ari Fuentes: Annnnd why is that, exactly?
Tilting his head to the side, Laroux had that look as if he was legit shocked that she'd ask that. A soft sigh slipped free.
Xavier Laroux: I see you windin, grindin up on that pole.
Ari’s expression immediately changes and she slams both of her hands into his chest knocking him off balance with sheer surprise.
Ari Fuentes: Shut the fuck up!
Having thrown his arm out to catch himself on a large rolling crate, he tried to collect himself a bit after being shoved back. Laroux shook his head, bringing his opened hands up in a defensive manner.
Xavier Laroux: See what kinda things happen when people start plottin and shit?
Pushing off of that crate, Laroux brushed his tanktop covered chest off.
Xavier Laroux: Look, I might be a prick but I'm up front bout it. Now Nathan? That guy has some secrets. And it's only a matter of time before things get complicated.
Ari frowns at him and shakes her head slowly.
Ari Fuentes: I already picked my side X, so I suggest you go and get ready… I’ll see you out there.
With that she steps back inside her Locker room and slams the door shut. Laroux was left in that hallway, nodding his head before walking off with a slight laugh escaping him.
Cutting to the backstage area, focus fell upon none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux as he navigated the backstage corridors. Seemingly looking for someone, he stopped once he came across a rolling cart carrying a stack of steel folding chairs. That oh so arrogant smirk grew across his face as he grabbed up one from that stack. After getting a firm grip on it, Laroux continued his hunt, but for what, was the question.
Xavier Laroux: Where's that bitch at?
Finally, Laroux stopped once he found his destination. His eyes widened largely as he saw just what he was looking for. That smirk of his took on a rather devious tone to it. The camera panned in on the door of Ari Fuentes. Laroux's grip tightening on that chair, he was ready to take tonight's challenge out before it even began. Though, before he could really get going, he was caught off guard by the voice of a random backstage worker.
??: What are you doing?
Noticeably surprised by that voice, Laroux turned his head to look over his shoulder at the source of the voice. Shaking his head, he held a finger up to his lips, shhing the man.
Xavier Laroux: Shut up. I'm tryinta do somethin here.
The distraction is enough for Xavier not to notice the locker room door opening, Ari Fuentes stands there with her hands on her hips and shakes her head.
Ari Fuentes: What the hell are you doing?
Quickly, Laroux maneuvered that chair up behind his back, trying to hide it from Ari's sight. He looked to his opponent for this evening before flashing her one of those oh so arrogant smirks.
Xavier Laroux: Oh..hey! What's goin on?
Ari leans against the doorframe and smirks back, folding her arms over her chest as she looks him over.
Ari Fuentes: I could ask you the same, skulking around out here like a back alley prostitute… don’t you have anything better to do?
Xavier Laroux: Ahem, I'd rather go with high class escort.
Before he could continue that thought, he shook his head quickly.
Xavier Laroux: That's not even the point, one second.
Taking a few steps back to the turn, he managed to toss that chair to the side, being as discreetly as possible until that chair hit the floor, clanging loudly in the process. Stepping back up to Ari, he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Xavier Laroux: But actuallyy, I was just comin to see if you were ready for this. I'm already ready to go and it would be against my good guy nature not to make sure my favorite is ready too, y'know?
Ari turns her head to look at the chair tossed to the floor, she smiles and looks back to Xavier with a small shrug.
Ari Fuentes: Way I See it, I’m not gonna have to do much… Nate and I have an understanding. Couple that with a mutual dislike for, well, everything you are and that means all I gotta do is show up and deal with touching you long enough to score the pin. Lucky me!
Xavier Laroux: See, that's the problem here. Olefuck got some kinda vendetta against me, prolly cause all the times I tried to take out his kids, but I mean, that was a while ago. Ain't no damn reason he needsta still be holdin onto that.
Laroux shook his head a bit before bringing his hands up to lace his fingers behind his head.
Xavier Laroux: And what the hell do you mean, a mutual dislike for everythin you are. That's kinda
fuckin rude.
Ari leans in and gently pokes her finger into his chest with a dazzling smile, she then gently shoves him back.
Ari Fuentes: I don’t know if you know this but… we all know who took Liam out last week. Oh and not to mention I know your dirty little secret so…
She shrugs again, cocking her head to the side.
Ari Fuentes: I think we both know why the boss man doesn’t like you, don’t we?
Xavier Laroux: Uhh, wait a minute there. Y'all think y'all know who popped Liam. Ain't notta damn person saw me do that so your assumptions are just that, assumptions.
He shrugged his shoulders rather nonchalantly before a different remark she made registered in his head as he looked almost offended.
Xavier Laroux: And I know damn well you ain't talkin to nobody bout dirty secrets.
Ari Fuentes: Annnnd why is that, exactly?
Tilting his head to the side, Laroux had that look as if he was legit shocked that she'd ask that. A soft sigh slipped free.
Xavier Laroux: I see you windin, grindin up on that pole.
Ari’s expression immediately changes and she slams both of her hands into his chest knocking him off balance with sheer surprise.
Ari Fuentes: Shut the fuck up!
Having thrown his arm out to catch himself on a large rolling crate, he tried to collect himself a bit after being shoved back. Laroux shook his head, bringing his opened hands up in a defensive manner.
Xavier Laroux: See what kinda things happen when people start plottin and shit?
Pushing off of that crate, Laroux brushed his tanktop covered chest off.
Xavier Laroux: Look, I might be a prick but I'm up front bout it. Now Nathan? That guy has some secrets. And it's only a matter of time before things get complicated.
Ari frowns at him and shakes her head slowly.
Ari Fuentes: I already picked my side X, so I suggest you go and get ready… I’ll see you out there.
With that she steps back inside her Locker room and slams the door shut. Laroux was left in that hallway, nodding his head before walking off with a slight laugh escaping him.
MATCH SIX: US CHAMPIONSHIP
Scotty Latimer vs Kaelan Laughlin
Scotty Latimer vs Kaelan Laughlin
RECAP The match starts off with Scotty urging Kaelan to advance forward, but she's understandably skeptical. He offers a test of strength and Kaelan rolls her eyes at his obvious advantage. Scotty blindsides her with a kick to the stomach and delivers a clubbing blow to the back followed by throwing her almost effortlessly with a suplex throw. Scotty hits the ropes and delivers a flying knee, immediately going into the cover only for Kaelan to kick out at one. Scotty transitions into Dragon Sleeper, keeping Kaelan grounded as he drives a knee into her spine. Kaelan makes her way to the ropes and Scotty refuses to release the hold. The referee counts to four before Scotty releases at the last possible second. He drags Kaelan out of the ropes and she drives a boot into his face. Scotty stumbles backwards and then walks right into a kip up hurricanrana from Kaelan. She meets him with a flurry of forearm strikes, backing him into the ropes. Scotty reverses a whip and lowers his head a second too soon which allows Kaelan to grab him around the neck and drag him into a bulldog. She shoves him onto his back but he quickly kicks out. Kaelan grabs him around the neck in a front facelock but he shoves her off and backs into the ropes, screaming for the referee to get her off. Scotty charges out with a clothesline but Kaelan ducks it. She throws him over with a snapmare and hits the ropes for a sliding dropkick to the face. Another cover sees Scotty kick out before the three and he's back into the ropes, complaining to the referee that she won't stay back. Kaelan begins to get frustrated and Scotty goes behind the referee's back to hit the thumb to her eye. As the referee tries to check on the temporarily blinded Kaelan, Scotty refuses to relent. He scores with a boxing combination and completes his assault with a meathook clothesline. Scotty makes the cover, counting with the referee but Kaelan kicks out just before three. Scotty shows the referee how to count before picking Kaelan up and looking to go for his Final Wave but she counters and shoves Scotty back and he rebounds off the ropes into a dropkick. Kaelan scores with a series of dropkicks, each one taking him off his feet just as he gets back up. He finally rolls into the ropes and complains to the referee about the blatant cheating. Kaelan follows him into the ropes, which proves to be a huge mistake when he snaps her throat across the top cord. Scotty races to the top rope and flies, going for his MagiRanger!! But it finds nothing but canvas when Kaelan rolls aside. She flips into a cradle pin attempt but Scotty is able to fight off his shoulders at the count of two. Kaelan locks in a quick sleeper hold, trying to slow the pace of the match and catch her breath but Scotty has too much power, fighting up to his feet and running her backwards into the corner. He delivers a series of back elbows and sits her on the top rope before following after. Kaelan hits a forearm shot to the midsection and shoves him backwards but Scotty lands on his feet. He races in and Kaelan drives a boot into his face. She grabs the ropes and throws her legs around his neck before swinging out with a hurricanrana but Scotty holds on. He swings her back around, crashing her head into the middle turnbuckle and dropping her carelessly in the corner. The referee tries to check on her but Scotty screams that she's fine and drags her into the middle of the ring for a cover. Kaelan just kicks out at two and Scotty can't believe it. He stacks her up and tries it again but still Kaelan is able to fight off her shoulders just before the three count. Scotty drags Kaelan up and nails her with a snap DDT. He goes up the top ropes again, looking for the MagiRanger but Kaelan senses this and rolls out of range. Scotty climbs down to the outside, shaking his head as he grabs up a chair from ringside and heads into the ring with it. The referee confronts him and they have a fight over the chair before Scotty wins out the tug of war. Kaelan pulls herself up in the corner. Scotty charges with the chair and Kaelan ducks at the last possible second. The chair clangs off the top turnbuckle and Scotty drops it, shaking his hands. Kaelan scales the turnbuckle and flies with a crossbody but Latimer catches her! He transitions to her back and goes for a released German suplex but Kaelan lands on her feet! She grabs Latimer by the head and runs up the ropes before hitting Price Paid (Contra Code). Laughlin pins Latimer and gets the three count and the win, becoming the new US Champion! Kaelan is handed the US Championship and she raises it in the air, tell everyone that it belongs to her and her alone! WINNER Kaelan Laughlin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:23 FINISHING MOVE Price Paid |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage the cameras find the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans, as Nathan Callaghan himself is with them. An arm around Coral and an arm around Nami, he pulls his wives in tight for a hug and the three of them seem to be… in prayer? After a few moments he loosens the hold and steps back a bit, taking the left hand of each of his wives and lifting it up to kiss.
Nathan Callaghan: No matter what, I’m proud of the both of you. You’ve done it all on your own no matter what the fuckos and twatsuckers have tried throwing on you. You make me the damn happiest man alive. So get out there and kill some people for Big Daddy.
He swats his girls on the butt making them giggle and they blow kisses as he exits the locker area. Coral and Nami’s smiles fade then as Coral hands Nami her Liberty Tag Team Championship, and helps her put it around her waist, and then Nami returns the favor. The pair turn to face the camera, the lights gleaming off of their matching royal purple, cream, and white gear.
Coral Callaghan: So on one hand we’ve got the potentially biggest and hardest match of our careers… I see you over there smirking Nami.
Nami Callaghan: I can’t help it you said…
Coral deadpans and then snickers before she shakes her head and gets more serious.
Coral Callaghan: A lot of people *coughSamTolsonCassBaumerlevelpeoplecough* like to try and say that we got where we are because of Nathan, when all the proof there is shows that isn’t what happened. But then, those people think other lies are true, and are likely headed towards the sort of destitute existences that they deserve.
Nami Callaghan: And while Sam and Katie would love to remind you that they think that these titles are somehow theirs even though we beat them fair and square? They didn’t win, we did. We reclaimed what was stolen from us, legit.
Coral puts her hand on her twin’s shoulder and grips a second before glaring out at the cameras.
Coral Callaghan: Even though this is an Elimination Chamber tag match? We have one real advantage none of you can touch. You want to tell them, Nami?
Nami grins and shakes her head, before she gives a devious look at the cameras.
Nami Callaghan: When we were hired, we were undefeated as a team. In fact, we were undefeated in two companies simultaneously for a good bit. And the thing is, we know exactly what Bristow & Barnes bring to the table and none of the rest of you do.
She claps excitedly and then lets Coral continue.
Coral Callaghan: We’re pretty sure Double Trouble… Double Trouble oh man. Anyway. We’re sure they’re going to be trying to kill Kawaii Club, and Sam and Katie are going to try and hold back so they can vacuum suck up and vulture a win. Wild Sleaze Baes? We’re thinking there’s some real spitting hours coming up, and that’s gross.
Nami Callaghan: We’re coming into this barrel as your Liberty Tag Team Champions, and we’re determined to leave on a perfect curl with our reign intact.
The pair high five, wink at the camera in stereo and then link arms, skipping out of the frame and heading off towards the gorilla position.
Backstage the cameras find the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans, as Nathan Callaghan himself is with them. An arm around Coral and an arm around Nami, he pulls his wives in tight for a hug and the three of them seem to be… in prayer? After a few moments he loosens the hold and steps back a bit, taking the left hand of each of his wives and lifting it up to kiss.
Nathan Callaghan: No matter what, I’m proud of the both of you. You’ve done it all on your own no matter what the fuckos and twatsuckers have tried throwing on you. You make me the damn happiest man alive. So get out there and kill some people for Big Daddy.
He swats his girls on the butt making them giggle and they blow kisses as he exits the locker area. Coral and Nami’s smiles fade then as Coral hands Nami her Liberty Tag Team Championship, and helps her put it around her waist, and then Nami returns the favor. The pair turn to face the camera, the lights gleaming off of their matching royal purple, cream, and white gear.
Coral Callaghan: So on one hand we’ve got the potentially biggest and hardest match of our careers… I see you over there smirking Nami.
Nami Callaghan: I can’t help it you said…
Coral deadpans and then snickers before she shakes her head and gets more serious.
Coral Callaghan: A lot of people *coughSamTolsonCassBaumerlevelpeoplecough* like to try and say that we got where we are because of Nathan, when all the proof there is shows that isn’t what happened. But then, those people think other lies are true, and are likely headed towards the sort of destitute existences that they deserve.
Nami Callaghan: And while Sam and Katie would love to remind you that they think that these titles are somehow theirs even though we beat them fair and square? They didn’t win, we did. We reclaimed what was stolen from us, legit.
Coral puts her hand on her twin’s shoulder and grips a second before glaring out at the cameras.
Coral Callaghan: Even though this is an Elimination Chamber tag match? We have one real advantage none of you can touch. You want to tell them, Nami?
Nami grins and shakes her head, before she gives a devious look at the cameras.
Nami Callaghan: When we were hired, we were undefeated as a team. In fact, we were undefeated in two companies simultaneously for a good bit. And the thing is, we know exactly what Bristow & Barnes bring to the table and none of the rest of you do.
She claps excitedly and then lets Coral continue.
Coral Callaghan: We’re pretty sure Double Trouble… Double Trouble oh man. Anyway. We’re sure they’re going to be trying to kill Kawaii Club, and Sam and Katie are going to try and hold back so they can vacuum suck up and vulture a win. Wild Sleaze Baes? We’re thinking there’s some real spitting hours coming up, and that’s gross.
Nami Callaghan: We’re coming into this barrel as your Liberty Tag Team Champions, and we’re determined to leave on a perfect curl with our reign intact.
The pair high five, wink at the camera in stereo and then link arms, skipping out of the frame and heading off towards the gorilla position.
BACKSTAGE
The scene comes to live with the LIBERTY PRO logo printed over the screen. A moment later the viewer gets to see a neutral painted room with three chairs taking the main spot. In one of them sits Liberty’s own, Astrid Rayner. She is having that catchy smile on her face when waiting for the door to open, while she once more checks through her papers.
Eventually her guests would arrive, in all but a quiet manner. Like every other time Willie and Emma arrive in their own style. The young man had his arm wrapped around his girls hip, paying nearly no attention to the interviewer. Emma on the other hand greets her friendly, going as far as offering a handshake. After a little back and forth they would take the chairs on the opposite, looking at woman.
ASTRID RAYNER: “It is a pleasure to have you here today.”
EMMA COSCO: “The pleasure is all ours, kitten. Highly appreciate the fact that someone wants to hear true stories, instead of sucking up to big, old daddy Nathan.”
Astrid seems to feel uncomfortable with that last sentence, yet tries to stay professional. She is briefly looking down at the questions before looking back at the couple.
ASTRID RAYNER: “Tonight you have the chance to become Tag Team champions. How does that make you feel? After all you face off with teams that have a lot more experience… “
EMMA COSCO: “And how did that experience help them when they faced us? Don’t get me wrong girl, but we are no idiots. I am fully aware they look down at us. I mean just look at loose vagina, Sam Tolson. The best insult she could come up with was: Trailer Park trash. Like, what does it matter where we live? What does it matter how we dress? Exactly. We have cleaned house with the other teams in this company. Sure they wanna accuse us of being nasty people or pretend that we cheat. But you know who says things like that? Losers.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “It’s amusing that no one sees them for what they truly are. Leeches. Sam Tolson and Katie, whatever her fucking last name is, can’t get the job done. I know they pretend to be the shit, but at the end of the day they are just that. Shit. We didn’t ride in this company and pretend to be anything more than we are. I am an asshole. Emma is an asshole. And we are not here to cuddle up anyone or make them feel better about their careers. Or whatever is left of them. Hate us as much as you want, but we are not going anywhere.”
Astrid looked at the both of them with a nod. Her previous worn smile becoming a little smaller.
ASTRID RAYNER: “It is pretty obvious that you dislike the Team of Sam and Katie. But what about the others? After all this is an Elimination Chamber match. Literally everything can happen.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “That is the regular when you book Wild Sleaze Baes, right? We are what they call the wildcard. Unpredictable. Ruthless. And how can we do that? Because we literally give no flying fuck about our opponents. And that is where you mistake carelessness for dislike. I haven’t lost any sleep over Sam Tolson, but it is just too easy to push her buttons. And who else? The Girls of Summer. Or as you maybe wanna call them: Nathan's toothpicks. Ever wonder what is wrong with this business? Then check back, Astrid. When anorexic bitches run a company instead of hard working fighters, you got your answer. I am aware the boss pretends all the success they had was deserved. Sure. I would say the same if my wives were 30 years younger. I am sure the audience fully buys into it too. Either way, we defeated them.”
EMMA COSCO: “What Willie tries to say is this, we don’t live in the past. We don’t care who ran this shit the last time it was around, this is now. And we sent a message to the whole roster, some are just too stupid to get it. You have the Kawaii Club. I step out of my way here for a moment and say they are good people. They got talent. They got heart. But they are not ready. And they got a stupid name, but I can forgive that. Double Trouble. I mentioned them last week and I stick with what I had to say. I enjoy the work that Daya is doing. She has a lot of potential, which she unfortunately spends around a Smith. Sure they are friends, but for how long? I can tell you this too, till Mimi decides it has all to be about her. That's one of the biggest problems that family has. Aside from cheap bleach.”
Obviously Emma became a little heated by the subject, as her upper body had moved closer to the interviewer. Willie was bringing her back on her chair, a priceless smirk on his face. Immediately she snapped out, looking at him.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Isn’t she adorable, Astrid? I wouldn’t wanna mess with her, unless it is...”
Astrid nodded once more and blushed when realising what he was talking about. She almost dropped her cards, which amused Willie even more.
ASTRID RAYNER: “You are correct that you have caused a lot of waves since arriving in Liberty. But there is another team that has been added to the Chamber. Bristow & Barnes. What are your thoughts on that new arrival? No one knows anything about them… “
WILLIE TAYLOR: “We don’t? Don’t be so naive, Astrid. Take a deeper look and you know everything you need to know. Two big dudes trying to come across all moody and dangerous. Wow, what a revolution for this industry. Not that it has been done before. So give them a round of applause. Also, who’s cock did they have to suck to get added to the match? I mean, not that they had to work for it or anything. But favouritism seems to be a Nathan Callaghan thing. Either way I will tell them the same that I told people since day one: Underestimate us. I beg you to. We didn’t come this far by playing by the rules. If anything then we make the rules. So double B will soon realise that it takes more than a bad haircut and the ability to grow a beard.”
Next to him Emma was giggling quietly. He looked over with a puzzled look, but she quickly raised her arms. The giggle turned into a laughter.
EMMA COSCO: “I am sorry your beard isn’t that impressive baby.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “I could grow one if I wanted.”
EMMA COSCO: “I have seen it. It is very impressive but we’re drifting off. No matter what happens tonight I can tell you all about the ending. We will finish this match in our favour. This has nothing to do with who deserves what, but who is willing to give it their all. And a last message to the boss. Yeah, McDaddy old socks. It is easy to ignore insects for as long as they keep their distance. But what you gonna do when they crawl into every hole you got…”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Not every. Definitely not every.”
She playfully growled at him before going on.
EMMA COSCO: “... eating you from the inside? This is a new era, folks. And we are the ones leading on the revolution. Lean back and eat your snacks because this show will never be the same.”
With a puzzled Astrid Rayner the scene fades to black.
The scene comes to live with the LIBERTY PRO logo printed over the screen. A moment later the viewer gets to see a neutral painted room with three chairs taking the main spot. In one of them sits Liberty’s own, Astrid Rayner. She is having that catchy smile on her face when waiting for the door to open, while she once more checks through her papers.
Eventually her guests would arrive, in all but a quiet manner. Like every other time Willie and Emma arrive in their own style. The young man had his arm wrapped around his girls hip, paying nearly no attention to the interviewer. Emma on the other hand greets her friendly, going as far as offering a handshake. After a little back and forth they would take the chairs on the opposite, looking at woman.
ASTRID RAYNER: “It is a pleasure to have you here today.”
EMMA COSCO: “The pleasure is all ours, kitten. Highly appreciate the fact that someone wants to hear true stories, instead of sucking up to big, old daddy Nathan.”
Astrid seems to feel uncomfortable with that last sentence, yet tries to stay professional. She is briefly looking down at the questions before looking back at the couple.
ASTRID RAYNER: “Tonight you have the chance to become Tag Team champions. How does that make you feel? After all you face off with teams that have a lot more experience… “
EMMA COSCO: “And how did that experience help them when they faced us? Don’t get me wrong girl, but we are no idiots. I am fully aware they look down at us. I mean just look at loose vagina, Sam Tolson. The best insult she could come up with was: Trailer Park trash. Like, what does it matter where we live? What does it matter how we dress? Exactly. We have cleaned house with the other teams in this company. Sure they wanna accuse us of being nasty people or pretend that we cheat. But you know who says things like that? Losers.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “It’s amusing that no one sees them for what they truly are. Leeches. Sam Tolson and Katie, whatever her fucking last name is, can’t get the job done. I know they pretend to be the shit, but at the end of the day they are just that. Shit. We didn’t ride in this company and pretend to be anything more than we are. I am an asshole. Emma is an asshole. And we are not here to cuddle up anyone or make them feel better about their careers. Or whatever is left of them. Hate us as much as you want, but we are not going anywhere.”
Astrid looked at the both of them with a nod. Her previous worn smile becoming a little smaller.
ASTRID RAYNER: “It is pretty obvious that you dislike the Team of Sam and Katie. But what about the others? After all this is an Elimination Chamber match. Literally everything can happen.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “That is the regular when you book Wild Sleaze Baes, right? We are what they call the wildcard. Unpredictable. Ruthless. And how can we do that? Because we literally give no flying fuck about our opponents. And that is where you mistake carelessness for dislike. I haven’t lost any sleep over Sam Tolson, but it is just too easy to push her buttons. And who else? The Girls of Summer. Or as you maybe wanna call them: Nathan's toothpicks. Ever wonder what is wrong with this business? Then check back, Astrid. When anorexic bitches run a company instead of hard working fighters, you got your answer. I am aware the boss pretends all the success they had was deserved. Sure. I would say the same if my wives were 30 years younger. I am sure the audience fully buys into it too. Either way, we defeated them.”
EMMA COSCO: “What Willie tries to say is this, we don’t live in the past. We don’t care who ran this shit the last time it was around, this is now. And we sent a message to the whole roster, some are just too stupid to get it. You have the Kawaii Club. I step out of my way here for a moment and say they are good people. They got talent. They got heart. But they are not ready. And they got a stupid name, but I can forgive that. Double Trouble. I mentioned them last week and I stick with what I had to say. I enjoy the work that Daya is doing. She has a lot of potential, which she unfortunately spends around a Smith. Sure they are friends, but for how long? I can tell you this too, till Mimi decides it has all to be about her. That's one of the biggest problems that family has. Aside from cheap bleach.”
Obviously Emma became a little heated by the subject, as her upper body had moved closer to the interviewer. Willie was bringing her back on her chair, a priceless smirk on his face. Immediately she snapped out, looking at him.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Isn’t she adorable, Astrid? I wouldn’t wanna mess with her, unless it is...”
Astrid nodded once more and blushed when realising what he was talking about. She almost dropped her cards, which amused Willie even more.
ASTRID RAYNER: “You are correct that you have caused a lot of waves since arriving in Liberty. But there is another team that has been added to the Chamber. Bristow & Barnes. What are your thoughts on that new arrival? No one knows anything about them… “
WILLIE TAYLOR: “We don’t? Don’t be so naive, Astrid. Take a deeper look and you know everything you need to know. Two big dudes trying to come across all moody and dangerous. Wow, what a revolution for this industry. Not that it has been done before. So give them a round of applause. Also, who’s cock did they have to suck to get added to the match? I mean, not that they had to work for it or anything. But favouritism seems to be a Nathan Callaghan thing. Either way I will tell them the same that I told people since day one: Underestimate us. I beg you to. We didn’t come this far by playing by the rules. If anything then we make the rules. So double B will soon realise that it takes more than a bad haircut and the ability to grow a beard.”
Next to him Emma was giggling quietly. He looked over with a puzzled look, but she quickly raised her arms. The giggle turned into a laughter.
EMMA COSCO: “I am sorry your beard isn’t that impressive baby.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “I could grow one if I wanted.”
EMMA COSCO: “I have seen it. It is very impressive but we’re drifting off. No matter what happens tonight I can tell you all about the ending. We will finish this match in our favour. This has nothing to do with who deserves what, but who is willing to give it their all. And a last message to the boss. Yeah, McDaddy old socks. It is easy to ignore insects for as long as they keep their distance. But what you gonna do when they crawl into every hole you got…”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Not every. Definitely not every.”
She playfully growled at him before going on.
EMMA COSCO: “... eating you from the inside? This is a new era, folks. And we are the ones leading on the revolution. Lean back and eat your snacks because this show will never be the same.”
With a puzzled Astrid Rayner the scene fades to black.
MATCH SEVEN: ELIMINATION CHAMBER FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Wild Sleaze Baes vs Girls of Summer vs Samantha Tolson & Katie Anderson vs
Kawaii Club vs Double Trouble vs Bristow & Barnes
Wild Sleaze Baes vs Girls of Summer vs Samantha Tolson & Katie Anderson vs
Kawaii Club vs Double Trouble vs Bristow & Barnes
RECAP The guauntlet match starts off with the Wild Sleaze Baes against Double Trouble. Emma and Daya start to battle it out while Willie is fighting Mimi. Mimi starts to get control of her matchup with Willie but he spits right in her face! Mimi is shocked and horrifed, while also temporarily blinded. Willie points at Mimi and laughs before throwing her over the ropes. He then shoves her face first into the steel of the elimination chamber. He does it a few times until Mimi can't move anymore. Inside of the ring, Daya has control of Emma, as she has her in a octopus stretch. Emma refuses to give up and Willie sees what is going on and he wastes little time pulling out some brass knuckles from his pocket and throwing them into the ring to Emma, who catches them with her free hand. Emma is able to hit Daya with the completely legal brass knuckles and Daya crumbles to her knees. Emma pins Daya and picks up the three count. ELIMINATED: DOUBLE TROUBLE Willie and Emma have little time to celebrate as Bristol and Barnes enter the fray! Bristol grabs Willie from behind and whips him right into the pod that was holding his team just now. Bristol then charges Willie and spears him through the pod and it shatters! Both men take damage from this and are all cut up from the pod breaking. Inside of the ring, Barnes is going to work on Emma, stomping her down into the corner and not slowing down. He goes to pick Emma up but NO! She nails him with the brass knuckles, which she still had locked onto her hand. Barnes crumbles to the ground but before Emma could pin him, The Girls of Summer have now entered the match! They both take out Emma with a double dropkick. They then pick her up and take her down against a double suplex. Coral pins Emma but Emma kicks out after two! Both girls then pin down Emma but she kicks out again! Nami then pins Barnes but he also kicks out after two! The clock ticks down to zero and Kawaii Club has now entered the fray! Rylee is on fire and she takes out everyone in her path! She hits a plethora of moves on anyone she can find, looking like a firecracker. Meanwhile Babygirl looks to go for something big as she climbs up one of the chambers. She doesn't notice Bristol climbing it as well though! Before Babygirl can do anything, Bristol grabs her by surprise and superplexes her off of the chamber! The fans are chanting 'Holy shit! Holy shit!' As both lie there motionless. Bristol puts an arm over Babygirl but he's still on his back and Rylee jumps on top of him! The referee looks around in confusion before counting with both hands! He counts to three and what is this!? KAWAII CLUB AND BRISTOL & BARNES HAVE ELIMINATED EACH OTHER!!!! Mass confusion ensues as the two teams argue the call but the referee shakes his head and tells them to exit the match. ELIMINATED: BRISTOL & BARNES AND KAWAII CLUB Still in the match are Girls of Summer, Wild Sleazes Baes and the now entering Samantha Tolson and Katie Anderson. Katie and Samantha set their sights on Willie and Emma first, taking them out by throwing both into the outside steel over and over again. They then focus on the Girls of Summer, who are stirring in the center of the ring. Samantha and Coral battle it out and are now on the outside of the ring near the chambers and steel. Katie kicks Nami in the gut and hits her with a swinging neckbreaker before climbing up the ropes and hitting her patented moonsault! She pins Nami and it looks like it's about to be over for the Girls but Nami kicks out after two! Before Katie can do anything else, Willie is back in the ring and he takes her out with a running knee strike! He pins Katie but Samantha Tolson shows up to break up the pin for her team! Emma is back up and she STILL has those brass knuckles. She goes to level Tolson with them but Sam ducks it. Sam then pulls the brass knuckles away from Emma and puts them on herself before throwing a punch at Emma but NO! Willie blocks it but it's with his FACE! Willie is bleeding and out of it but Emma is furious! She takes Tolson out with a superkick. Katie comes in to help her lover but Emma levels with with a superkick as well. Sam is back up but Cosco takes her out with Over Your Head (hurricanrana driver) and pins her. She picks up the three count! Sam and Katie are eliminated despite coming in last! ELIMINATED: SAMANTHA TOLSON & KATIE ANDERSON Willie is stilll out of it and Katie, in a fit of frustration, takes out Emma with a brutal cutter. Meanwhile, Coral is up on one of the pods and Nami is up on another. The twins both leap off and hit Emma with a double splash, on her legs and torso. Both girls pin Emma down and they pick up the three count and the win, retaining the Liberty Tag Team Championships! WINNER Girls of Summer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:59 FINISHING MOVE Double Splash |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage with her newly win Gotham Championship slung over her shoulder dragging her suitcase was Keira Fay Hanna with a huge smile on her face. She sees Astrid Raynor and her camera crew walking up to her as she stops to speak with them. She smiles into the camera as she looks down at the Gotham title belt.
ASTRID RAYNOR:
Keira how does it feel to be the new Gotham champion after such a hard fought match against Felix Graves?
Keira shakes her head in disbelief and is about to speak when from out of nowhere Scotty Latimer blindsides Hanna! Keira smacks her head on the concrete as Scotty lays the boots to the new Gotham champion and lifts her up and drops her with Final Wave on the belt knocking her completely out cold. The interview crew tried to get away but Scotty grabs the camera man and spins him around.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
You keep your ass right there camera monkey. You wanted an interview with the Gotham champ right? Well here's your shot. Oh you thought it would be with this phony right here right? Oh nonononono….I am still the real Liberty Pro Gotham champion. Not this fake lying at my feet right now.
Paramedics try to get to Hanna who was still out cold from Final Wave but Scotty wasn't allowing them to get to Keira.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
I don't give a shit about the U.S title. Good luck with Laughlin as US champion since she was such a great CWC U.S champion right? What I care about was how the last time I was in Liberty Pro I worked my goddamn ass off to win the Gotham title only for this place to go on hiatus and come back and take away what I rightfully earned. This right here isn't the Gotham champion. Scotty Latimer Brooklyn's favorite son is. It's just too bad that Keira here won my title and not Felix Graves. Kind of feel bad for doing this Keira. I wouldn't if it was the old dementor himself. But guess what sweetheart?
Scotty gets on one knee and gets near her ear.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
Wrong moment in time for you kid…...keep my belt warm will ya?
Scotty gets back to his feet and walks away as finally Keiran started getting medical attention as the scene faded to an ad.
Backstage with her newly win Gotham Championship slung over her shoulder dragging her suitcase was Keira Fay Hanna with a huge smile on her face. She sees Astrid Raynor and her camera crew walking up to her as she stops to speak with them. She smiles into the camera as she looks down at the Gotham title belt.
ASTRID RAYNOR:
Keira how does it feel to be the new Gotham champion after such a hard fought match against Felix Graves?
Keira shakes her head in disbelief and is about to speak when from out of nowhere Scotty Latimer blindsides Hanna! Keira smacks her head on the concrete as Scotty lays the boots to the new Gotham champion and lifts her up and drops her with Final Wave on the belt knocking her completely out cold. The interview crew tried to get away but Scotty grabs the camera man and spins him around.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
You keep your ass right there camera monkey. You wanted an interview with the Gotham champ right? Well here's your shot. Oh you thought it would be with this phony right here right? Oh nonononono….I am still the real Liberty Pro Gotham champion. Not this fake lying at my feet right now.
Paramedics try to get to Hanna who was still out cold from Final Wave but Scotty wasn't allowing them to get to Keira.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
I don't give a shit about the U.S title. Good luck with Laughlin as US champion since she was such a great CWC U.S champion right? What I care about was how the last time I was in Liberty Pro I worked my goddamn ass off to win the Gotham title only for this place to go on hiatus and come back and take away what I rightfully earned. This right here isn't the Gotham champion. Scotty Latimer Brooklyn's favorite son is. It's just too bad that Keira here won my title and not Felix Graves. Kind of feel bad for doing this Keira. I wouldn't if it was the old dementor himself. But guess what sweetheart?
Scotty gets on one knee and gets near her ear.
SCOTTY LATIMER:
Wrong moment in time for you kid…...keep my belt warm will ya?
Scotty gets back to his feet and walks away as finally Keiran started getting medical attention as the scene faded to an ad.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Xavier Laroux vs Ari Fuentes w/Nathan Callaghan as Guest Referee
POST MATCH
Nathan rolls out of the ring and he grabs his barbed wire bat. He walks up to Xavier and clobbers him in the back with it. Nathan then grabs a microphone and laughs into it.
Nathan Callaghan: Boy, you think you can come into my house, trash my family, attack my son and his lovely girlfriend and then get away with it?
Nathan chuckles and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give a fuck who you work for. I own this place and I own you. And you either except that or be fired.
Nathan hands the bat to Ari and she goes to slam it down on Xavier but before she can follow through, the Masked Woman is in the ring and she pulls the bat away from Ari. She slams it into Ari’s gut and she collapses. Before Nathan Callaghan can react, the Masked Woman slams it into his gut too and he keels over before she takes him out with a brutal crane kick! Ari stirs and goes to help Nathan but Xavier is back up and he takes Ari out with a brutal chair shot to the head! He then keeps Ari down as the masked woman slowly picks apart Nathan, going as far as to using his barbed wire bat to bust open his forehead and he begins to bleed everywhere. The masked woman then pulls of the mask and it’s none other than former Liberty star Zooey West-Jaa! She has an evil grin on her face as the fans look on in shock. Zooey grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
Zooey West-Jaa: You never saw it coming, Nate, did you? You think that I would let you get away with what you did to me? Oh? Did you all forget?
Zooey points up to the big video screen and a video begins to play from an the second night of the supershow known as No Man’s Land.
*Camera move backstage where Jenson Idol opens the door to Zooey West-Jaa's locker room, as he tries to swing it open, the door hits something. Jenson pushes against it before getting a confused expression on his face, popping his head around the door he immediately shoves hard against the door and metal scrapes against the floor as the door is forced open.
Jenson Idol: I need help in here! NOW!!
Jenson forces his way into the destroyed locker room, Zooey is lying on the floor in a crumpled head, face down and the back of her head it matted hair and blood. The lockers have been overturned and fell against the door, the entire room is smashes up, the bench broken in pieces as though someone has gone through it and looking at the marks and scrapes on Zooey's body it becomes obvious she has.
Jenson Idol: Zoo?
Jenson immediately drops to the side of Zooey, taking a knee he places his hand on her shoulder and leans in to see if she's conscious, finding she isn't he starts shouting louder for help until medics push their way into the room, immediately surrounding the unconscious wrestler.*
The camera feed now cuts to the beginning of the match that Zooey was meant to be in later on.
*Ashleigh Powell and Felix Valipando are already in the ring for what now appears to be a singles match for the Gotham Championship. Ashleigh is calling for the official to start the match but he shakes his head, informing her he cant do that yet. Just then, Nathan Callaghan steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction, he carries a microphone in his hand and a smug smile on his face, he holds up a hand to stave off Ashleigh and Felix who stare up at him with matching confused but impatient expressions.
Nathan Callaghan: I know youre both excited to get on with the match, but! We have a slight issue here The fans came to see a triple threat match and, there are only two of you down there in that ring right now
The fans cheer, partially in response to what Nathan said and partially in thanks to the two competitors who are ready to face off tonight. He applauds along with them for a moment before shaking his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Unfortunately, Zooey is not going to be able to compete tonight - but dont you worry. I found the PERFECT replacement for her in this match. Felix, Ashleigh, all of you in attendance and the fans watching us from home, please join me in welcoming your third for this match tonight and the latest star to sign with Liberty Pro
Before Nathan can finish, Devil on my shoulder by Faith Marie hits the speakers and the music is almost drowned out by the booing that echoes around the arena.
Nathan Callaghan: Riley Savell.*
The video feed goes away and Zooey is standing in the ring shaking her head, it’s clear she hasn’t forgotten what happened to her a year ago and it’s obvious that she believes Nathan was in on it. Grabbing him by the hair, Zooey wrenches his head back with a snarl.
Zooey West-Jaa: You May have forgotten all about me, Nathan. But I haven’t forgotten about you; I NEVER forgot what happened to me here, on the night that was supposed to be my big moment, on the night when I was supposed to begin my ascension… YOU, allowed that uppity little bitch to STEAL MY SPOT.
A vein all but throbs in Zooey’s neck as she screams the words into Nathan’s face and tosses him down to the canvas, she then steps over him and shakes her head, pressing her boot against the side of his head.
Zooey West-Jaa: That ends now, see Nate… I’m just about ready to play you at your own game and well, things are about to get real nasty for you. And that starts right now, because you best believe my eyes, OUR eyes are on that main Event match, because whoever walks away with that strap? … they just became a part of my redemption story and I won’t stop at anything, until I am Liberty Champion!
Zooey drops the mic down on Nathan before exiting the ring before Xavier kicks Nathan for good measure and follows her behind as the scene now cuts away to the backstage area.
Xavier Laroux vs Ari Fuentes w/Nathan Callaghan as Guest Referee
RECAP The bell rings and the match between Ari Fuentes and Xavier Laroux starts with Ari charging at him, it’s clear she’s frustrated as ever. She starts to throw reckless punches at him, many of them connecting but it leaves her wide open and X nails her with a strong forearm smash. He then drops Ari with a snap suplex, followed by a double arm DDT after he picked her up. Xavier then pins Ari but not in a normal way, but in a missionary type position as he looks back at Nathan Callaghan and laughs. Nathan refuses to make the count which causes Xavier to get up and get in his face, calling him and his entire family trash. Nathan simple rolls his eyes and shakes his head when Ari hits Xavier with a low blow! Nathan pretends that he doesn't see it. Ari then hits Laroux with her patented Shinaruni and she pins him. Nathan drops down and makes the count and it’s a quick three! The bell rings and Ari is announced the winner. WINNER Ari Fuentes METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 4:43 FINISHING MOVE Shinaruni |
POST MATCH
Nathan rolls out of the ring and he grabs his barbed wire bat. He walks up to Xavier and clobbers him in the back with it. Nathan then grabs a microphone and laughs into it.
Nathan Callaghan: Boy, you think you can come into my house, trash my family, attack my son and his lovely girlfriend and then get away with it?
Nathan chuckles and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give a fuck who you work for. I own this place and I own you. And you either except that or be fired.
Nathan hands the bat to Ari and she goes to slam it down on Xavier but before she can follow through, the Masked Woman is in the ring and she pulls the bat away from Ari. She slams it into Ari’s gut and she collapses. Before Nathan Callaghan can react, the Masked Woman slams it into his gut too and he keels over before she takes him out with a brutal crane kick! Ari stirs and goes to help Nathan but Xavier is back up and he takes Ari out with a brutal chair shot to the head! He then keeps Ari down as the masked woman slowly picks apart Nathan, going as far as to using his barbed wire bat to bust open his forehead and he begins to bleed everywhere. The masked woman then pulls of the mask and it’s none other than former Liberty star Zooey West-Jaa! She has an evil grin on her face as the fans look on in shock. Zooey grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
Zooey West-Jaa: You never saw it coming, Nate, did you? You think that I would let you get away with what you did to me? Oh? Did you all forget?
Zooey points up to the big video screen and a video begins to play from an the second night of the supershow known as No Man’s Land.
*Camera move backstage where Jenson Idol opens the door to Zooey West-Jaa's locker room, as he tries to swing it open, the door hits something. Jenson pushes against it before getting a confused expression on his face, popping his head around the door he immediately shoves hard against the door and metal scrapes against the floor as the door is forced open.
Jenson Idol: I need help in here! NOW!!
Jenson forces his way into the destroyed locker room, Zooey is lying on the floor in a crumpled head, face down and the back of her head it matted hair and blood. The lockers have been overturned and fell against the door, the entire room is smashes up, the bench broken in pieces as though someone has gone through it and looking at the marks and scrapes on Zooey's body it becomes obvious she has.
Jenson Idol: Zoo?
Jenson immediately drops to the side of Zooey, taking a knee he places his hand on her shoulder and leans in to see if she's conscious, finding she isn't he starts shouting louder for help until medics push their way into the room, immediately surrounding the unconscious wrestler.*
The camera feed now cuts to the beginning of the match that Zooey was meant to be in later on.
*Ashleigh Powell and Felix Valipando are already in the ring for what now appears to be a singles match for the Gotham Championship. Ashleigh is calling for the official to start the match but he shakes his head, informing her he cant do that yet. Just then, Nathan Callaghan steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction, he carries a microphone in his hand and a smug smile on his face, he holds up a hand to stave off Ashleigh and Felix who stare up at him with matching confused but impatient expressions.
Nathan Callaghan: I know youre both excited to get on with the match, but! We have a slight issue here The fans came to see a triple threat match and, there are only two of you down there in that ring right now
The fans cheer, partially in response to what Nathan said and partially in thanks to the two competitors who are ready to face off tonight. He applauds along with them for a moment before shaking his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Unfortunately, Zooey is not going to be able to compete tonight - but dont you worry. I found the PERFECT replacement for her in this match. Felix, Ashleigh, all of you in attendance and the fans watching us from home, please join me in welcoming your third for this match tonight and the latest star to sign with Liberty Pro
Before Nathan can finish, Devil on my shoulder by Faith Marie hits the speakers and the music is almost drowned out by the booing that echoes around the arena.
Nathan Callaghan: Riley Savell.*
The video feed goes away and Zooey is standing in the ring shaking her head, it’s clear she hasn’t forgotten what happened to her a year ago and it’s obvious that she believes Nathan was in on it. Grabbing him by the hair, Zooey wrenches his head back with a snarl.
Zooey West-Jaa: You May have forgotten all about me, Nathan. But I haven’t forgotten about you; I NEVER forgot what happened to me here, on the night that was supposed to be my big moment, on the night when I was supposed to begin my ascension… YOU, allowed that uppity little bitch to STEAL MY SPOT.
A vein all but throbs in Zooey’s neck as she screams the words into Nathan’s face and tosses him down to the canvas, she then steps over him and shakes her head, pressing her boot against the side of his head.
Zooey West-Jaa: That ends now, see Nate… I’m just about ready to play you at your own game and well, things are about to get real nasty for you. And that starts right now, because you best believe my eyes, OUR eyes are on that main Event match, because whoever walks away with that strap? … they just became a part of my redemption story and I won’t stop at anything, until I am Liberty Champion!
Zooey drops the mic down on Nathan before exiting the ring before Xavier kicks Nathan for good measure and follows her behind as the scene now cuts away to the backstage area.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we find Honey Smith now dressed to compete and trying her best not to stress the already stressed out Liberation staff by getting herself her own bottle of water. She walks herself past two members of the Liberation team currently rushing around and sees an old friend in Wes, Double Trouble's marketer guy whom she runs towards.
Honey: Wes!
The excited call of his name initially confuses Wezza Dupont Futthais, sporting a tuxedo t-shirt and suspenders to hold up his dress pants.
Wes Futthais: Lil’ Hon!
And the pair hug briefly.
Wes Futthais: You looking to kill tonight?
Which shocks Honey as she shakes her head.
Honey: Um no, Wes silly but I am looking forward to becoming Liberty Pro Champion once again!
She twirls in all the excitement as Wez pinches his lower lip. He didn't like the lack of a killer instinct. He didn't like it at all.
Wes Futthais: Lil’ Hon, lemme ask you something. Disney trivia coming at ya.
Which immediately gets Honey's attention and full concentration.
Honey: Okey dokey!
Wes Futthais: Did the toys in Toy Story 3 just let Lotso get away with his betrayal?
Honey: Umm, I think they let him go and he got stuck on the garbage truck for being a mean, Mean toy.
Honey's trivia knowledge astounds Wezza, his point was not being made.
Wes Futthais: Not exactly vindication but anyway, did Mufasa let Scar get away with... wait… did Princess Anna let Prince Hans get away with his betrayal?
Honey: Um, not really... Princess Anna, like, punched him in the face and then they shipped him back home!
Another correct answer and this one was more to the point Wezza was stressing. Had he worn a bowtie that would have been yanked at before his step to the Sunshine Princess’ side.
Wes Futthais: That Mayweather jab sent a fully grown man overboard, imagine what kind of damage these weapons can do to Helena and Warren after weeks of mistreatment.
Left and right, Peaches and Cream got picked up by Wezza to show Honey it was time, Wrath Time.
Honey: I don't want to, like, injure Helena though! That wouldn't be very nice.
Wes Futthais: Neither was her Dastardly DDT but she hit it. And I overheard her say she was going to do it again. To your dads too.
That makes Honey gasp and cover her mouth with both hands.
Honey: I don't want that to happen!
Wes Futthais: But it can, and most likely will happen. Unless.
Honey's attention goes to being brave and she has absolute focus on Wes
Honey: Unless?
Wes Futthais: Unless you unleash your inner Mulan. Get down to business to defeat the hun-gry hungry challengers trying to take YOUR title. Lil’ Hon, you must be swift as a coursing river with the force of a great typhoon and the strength of a raging fire.
Honey: What about?
Honey then begins to sing the last bit of the song
Honey: Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
If ever Disney trivia comes up at a trivia night and Wezza signed up for one of those events (not likely) he'd need Lil’ Hon on his team. Encyclopedic. But right now, in this moment, at the Silverdome (jk MSG) it was wearing on Wezza. Low brows, straight faced, unimpressed externally.
Wes Futthais: Enough showing off. Go out there and Shoryuken Helena into oblivion! And smash a Guitar Hero guitar over Warren too.
Honey begins getting led away by Wes, she looks as though she's taken in his great, odd words of wisdom while skipping off to go grab her water.
Wezza, meanwhile, now opens his flipbook and scratches out the notes for Double Trouble. Disney Inspiration took a big strike through it, then another and another until it was unreadable. Don't worry Liberty Pro Fans, Chamber rhymes with Rumba, if you truly believe it does so do it. Double Trouble's inspiration was up next but Wezza definitely knocked TWICE and entered with his eyes covered. Why? There was a shoddy rumor Double Trouble were nudists and Wezza wasn't about to see girly bits. He's a professional, yeah you heard it!
Backstage we find Honey Smith now dressed to compete and trying her best not to stress the already stressed out Liberation staff by getting herself her own bottle of water. She walks herself past two members of the Liberation team currently rushing around and sees an old friend in Wes, Double Trouble's marketer guy whom she runs towards.
Honey: Wes!
The excited call of his name initially confuses Wezza Dupont Futthais, sporting a tuxedo t-shirt and suspenders to hold up his dress pants.
Wes Futthais: Lil’ Hon!
And the pair hug briefly.
Wes Futthais: You looking to kill tonight?
Which shocks Honey as she shakes her head.
Honey: Um no, Wes silly but I am looking forward to becoming Liberty Pro Champion once again!
She twirls in all the excitement as Wez pinches his lower lip. He didn't like the lack of a killer instinct. He didn't like it at all.
Wes Futthais: Lil’ Hon, lemme ask you something. Disney trivia coming at ya.
Which immediately gets Honey's attention and full concentration.
Honey: Okey dokey!
Wes Futthais: Did the toys in Toy Story 3 just let Lotso get away with his betrayal?
Honey: Umm, I think they let him go and he got stuck on the garbage truck for being a mean, Mean toy.
Honey's trivia knowledge astounds Wezza, his point was not being made.
Wes Futthais: Not exactly vindication but anyway, did Mufasa let Scar get away with... wait… did Princess Anna let Prince Hans get away with his betrayal?
Honey: Um, not really... Princess Anna, like, punched him in the face and then they shipped him back home!
Another correct answer and this one was more to the point Wezza was stressing. Had he worn a bowtie that would have been yanked at before his step to the Sunshine Princess’ side.
Wes Futthais: That Mayweather jab sent a fully grown man overboard, imagine what kind of damage these weapons can do to Helena and Warren after weeks of mistreatment.
Left and right, Peaches and Cream got picked up by Wezza to show Honey it was time, Wrath Time.
Honey: I don't want to, like, injure Helena though! That wouldn't be very nice.
Wes Futthais: Neither was her Dastardly DDT but she hit it. And I overheard her say she was going to do it again. To your dads too.
That makes Honey gasp and cover her mouth with both hands.
Honey: I don't want that to happen!
Wes Futthais: But it can, and most likely will happen. Unless.
Honey's attention goes to being brave and she has absolute focus on Wes
Honey: Unless?
Wes Futthais: Unless you unleash your inner Mulan. Get down to business to defeat the hun-gry hungry challengers trying to take YOUR title. Lil’ Hon, you must be swift as a coursing river with the force of a great typhoon and the strength of a raging fire.
Honey: What about?
Honey then begins to sing the last bit of the song
Honey: Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
If ever Disney trivia comes up at a trivia night and Wezza signed up for one of those events (not likely) he'd need Lil’ Hon on his team. Encyclopedic. But right now, in this moment, at the Silverdome (jk MSG) it was wearing on Wezza. Low brows, straight faced, unimpressed externally.
Wes Futthais: Enough showing off. Go out there and Shoryuken Helena into oblivion! And smash a Guitar Hero guitar over Warren too.
Honey begins getting led away by Wes, she looks as though she's taken in his great, odd words of wisdom while skipping off to go grab her water.
Wezza, meanwhile, now opens his flipbook and scratches out the notes for Double Trouble. Disney Inspiration took a big strike through it, then another and another until it was unreadable. Don't worry Liberty Pro Fans, Chamber rhymes with Rumba, if you truly believe it does so do it. Double Trouble's inspiration was up next but Wezza definitely knocked TWICE and entered with his eyes covered. Why? There was a shoddy rumor Double Trouble were nudists and Wezza wasn't about to see girly bits. He's a professional, yeah you heard it!
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, sitting with her back against the wall with a sleeveless grey hoodie covering her head. We are minutes away from the main event, the triple threat match for the Liberty Championship.
Helena Noir: You're probably hating me. You are probably asking yourself why.
Cold, aloof, detemined. Those are the best ways to describe the tone of her voice as she keeps talking without raising her eyes from the floor.
Helena Noir: Why did Helena turn on Honey? The purest soul in this business, the last person who would deserve a knife in her back...
She finally looks up, staring in the camera intensely.
Helena Noir: And yet, if you think about it, that's exactly what makes her the perfect candidate for this. People like Corbett, Nathan or Cyrus... They never trusted me. They never really bought this "change of heart", this good guy persona I was portraying. But Honey... Oh sweet, dear, naive Honey... She did. She called me teamie, she allowed me to get so close to her. She really made it too easy.
A grin appears on her face.
Helena Noir: But, back to your question.. The answer is simple. I'm surprised none of you saw this coming actually. As I told Honey, it's like in that old fable, The Frog And The Scorpion. Even if the frog was helping it, winning the initial distrust, the scorpion had to sting it. Because that's who it is.
Slowly, she stands up, removing her hoodue.
Helena Noir: This is who I am. This is what they made me. There was a time when I trusted people. I carried them on my back, just like the frog did with the scorpion. And then they turned on me, they stabbed me in the back and tossed me aside when I was no longer beneficial for them.
I ride alone now. I don't need friends anymore. I stopped being the frog and I became the scorpion. And believe me, i've never felt any better.
A small pause.
Helena Noir: You wanted me to show you my trued colors, Nathan? Here they are. Black, like my heart if we want to be dramatic. And Gold.
That Liberty Championship shade of gold that will be around my waist after tonight.
Forget the Balfours and their bullshit gang of misfits.
Forget the Honeys and thier positivity.
Forget the Corbetts and their lack of personality.
Tonight, Liberty will finally have the champion they deserve.
Fade to Noir.
And just like she said, the camera fades to black, cutting to the next segment.
Backstage, sitting with her back against the wall with a sleeveless grey hoodie covering her head. We are minutes away from the main event, the triple threat match for the Liberty Championship.
Helena Noir: You're probably hating me. You are probably asking yourself why.
Cold, aloof, detemined. Those are the best ways to describe the tone of her voice as she keeps talking without raising her eyes from the floor.
Helena Noir: Why did Helena turn on Honey? The purest soul in this business, the last person who would deserve a knife in her back...
She finally looks up, staring in the camera intensely.
Helena Noir: And yet, if you think about it, that's exactly what makes her the perfect candidate for this. People like Corbett, Nathan or Cyrus... They never trusted me. They never really bought this "change of heart", this good guy persona I was portraying. But Honey... Oh sweet, dear, naive Honey... She did. She called me teamie, she allowed me to get so close to her. She really made it too easy.
A grin appears on her face.
Helena Noir: But, back to your question.. The answer is simple. I'm surprised none of you saw this coming actually. As I told Honey, it's like in that old fable, The Frog And The Scorpion. Even if the frog was helping it, winning the initial distrust, the scorpion had to sting it. Because that's who it is.
Slowly, she stands up, removing her hoodue.
Helena Noir: This is who I am. This is what they made me. There was a time when I trusted people. I carried them on my back, just like the frog did with the scorpion. And then they turned on me, they stabbed me in the back and tossed me aside when I was no longer beneficial for them.
I ride alone now. I don't need friends anymore. I stopped being the frog and I became the scorpion. And believe me, i've never felt any better.
A small pause.
Helena Noir: You wanted me to show you my trued colors, Nathan? Here they are. Black, like my heart if we want to be dramatic. And Gold.
That Liberty Championship shade of gold that will be around my waist after tonight.
Forget the Balfours and their bullshit gang of misfits.
Forget the Honeys and thier positivity.
Forget the Corbetts and their lack of personality.
Tonight, Liberty will finally have the champion they deserve.
Fade to Noir.
And just like she said, the camera fades to black, cutting to the next segment.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Honey vs Helena Noir vs Warren Corbett
Honey vs Helena Noir vs Warren Corbett
RECAP The bell rings to start the long awaited triple threat match for the Liberty Championship. Helena Noir stands in a corner, glaring down both of her opponents. Across from her in a corner was Honey, and in the corner opposite Honey was Warren Corbett. Helena decides to roll out of the ring to start the match, garnering a chorus of boos from the New York crowd. Warren and Honey turn towards each other instead and they begin to battle! Helena takes the opportunity to slowly climb back into the ring, but Corbett knocks down Honey with a brutal clothesline before catching Helena with one too, knocking Noir back down on the outside. With the former CanAm Champion momentarily out of the picture, Warren and Honey begin to battle again. Warren goes for another clothesline but Honey dodges it and then leaps on on his back and puts him in a headlock. Warren throws her off of his back and slams her right onto the mat. He then hits a leg drop before he goes for a cover and only picks up a one count. Helena now slides back into the ring and as Warren stood to his feet, he is grabbed by Noir and taken down with a picture perfect russian leg sweep. Noir then turns her attention to Honey who was slowly getting up. Helena measures her and connects with a running dropkick to the side of Honey’s head as she was getting up. Helena tries to steal a quick victory but only manages a two count. Helena watches as both of her opponents rise to their feet. Warren went for a straight punch to the side of her face but Helena drops and Warren connected with Honey, knocking her down. Helena thinks she has gotten away but Warren ends up taking her out with the same punch. Honey is back on her feet and she spins Warren around to face her. She grabs the back of his head and falls backwards towards the mat, holding one foot up, and driving Warren’s face into her boot with tremendous impact. Helena meanwhile is now back up on her feet in the corner but Honey runs towards her and jumps up, hitting a corner dropkick that sent Helena to the mat. Honey looked around at the fans cheering her on, but turns her focus back to Helena quickly as she scales to the top turnbuckle. With Helena down in perfect position for it, Honey hits a frog splash and the fans could sense victory as the referee drops down and makes a count, but Warren Corbett breaks the pin up at two. Helena rolls out of the ring to catch her bearings as Honey and Warren continue to battle it out in the ring now. Honey chops Warren across the chest but Corbett simply smiles at Honey before he goes for a right hook to the face that Honey manages to avoid, spinning Warren around and rolling him up before she picks up a very deep two count. Honey remains focused as she stands back up, waiting for Warren. Honey went for a clothesline that Corbett ducks, before hooking his arms around Honey and sending her to the mat with a german suplex. Corbett stands up after and shouts to the crowd that he owns Liberty and that nobody can beat him. Honey begins to stir and Warren is getting ready to line her up for something big. When Honey got to her knees, Warren levels her with a sickening big boot. He makes the cover but Honey manages to kick out after two! As Warren gets to his knees, frustrated that he couldnt finish the match with that last move, Helena slides back into the ring. She hurries up to Corbett and drops him with a lightning quick snap DDT and goes for a cover, picking up a two count. Meanwhile, Honey was still down on the mat, attempting to recover and Helena went for a cover on her, again only getting a two count. Noir screams as she pounds a fist into the mat in frustration. Finally, she stands back up and hits a standing moonsault on Honey, but Corbett was right there to greet Helena as she stood back up, connecting with a meathook clothesline on her that knocks Helena right out. Warren starts to look excited as he sense victory in his grasp. It was Honey who begins to stir first, with Helena looking nearly unconscious. The former Society monster levels Honey with a clothesline and then shouts that it’s over as Honey shows her tenacity by standing up one more time. Warren set her up for the move he calls the Battle Ax, a high spinning spine buster, but Honey wiggles free from it. She then pulled off her big move, Honey's Ultimagic (Jumping Spike DDT) Honey falls down on top of Warren and hooks a leg and would have had a three but Helena grabs Honey and tosses her out of the ring. Helena then picks Warren up and hits him with Fondu Au Noir (Cradle DDT into a Guillotine Choke). Helena holds the choke in on Warren and the big man taps out! That’s it! Helena Noir is the new Liberty Champion! The bell rings as the fans are in shock. The referee hands Helena the Liberty Championship and she holds it up in the air, telling everyone to always ‘Bet on black!’ Black confetti rains down from the ceiling as Helena holds the championship high in the air. The celebration is somewhat cut short as Maybelline Moss and Zooey West-Jaa are now standing at the top of the entrance ramp, slowly clapping their hands for Helena. Zooey had made her intentions known earlier but what is Maybelline doing there!? Is she the secret person in power!? Nevertheless, Helena looks up the ramp at them with a glare as the scene fades out with that being the last shot. WINNER Helena Noir METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 19:21 FINISHING MOVE Fondu Au Noir |