Liberation: Episode Forty-Seven, August 11th, 2020

BACKSTAGE
?: "New York, New York. There are few cities better for making fat stacks."

Unlike her first foray im Liberty Pro, it’s evident the girl is making good money lately. These past few weeks revealed the mindset and vision of a future businesswoman.

Precious Pepper Vain is wearing one of her Danger and Play originals. A celestial, custom designer gown to earn the hearts of fans across the globe and shimmer for her first LPW Anarchy title defence… which could prove to be a seminal moment in her young LPW career.

And of course, that title sits proudly on her shoulder.

PPV: "Word on the street is a certain Jade Night is a little upset I signed for GEW. It's not my fault Maybelline offered me an ungodly amount of money to be GEW's final boss.When you have garnered a hard-earned reputation it's to be expected. She came tonight to see what a superstar looks like from up close. "

Knowing PPV was wrestling on a hefty Liberty Pro contract, GEW sealed a big money deal for her services. With the launch of her Danger and Play fashion house, Precious Pepper Vain is set to be one of wrestling’s biggest earners this year.

PPV: " I topped Maybelline's “Must Sign List” because I don’t suffer an inferiority complex like half of you - I belong on the biggest stage and I’ve been putting my money where my mouth is… and unlike the Liberty front office Maybelline could see that. "

"And I don't see the problem. I signed to Liberty with the intention of packing stadiums on a weekly basis. Neither is possible right now. If I need to "earn" a headline match, wrestling more matches isn't going to hurt."

"I want an out of the ordinary career. And I've found if you want to have bizarre results, you have to take bizarre actions. And what's bizzare to some of you is wrestling multiple times a week. Transcending the wrestling bubble to build a worldwide brand… and of course..."

Pepper slowly raises her Anarchy title in the air.

PPV: "Raising my title to heights previously unknown. Now you might ask why would I do all that? Aren't I just a piece of eye candy?"

She smirks.

PPV: "That's what a lot of people want me to be. Unfortunately for them, I have more passion in my left eyebrow than most professional wrestlers these days. You wanna be top, you gotta have some skin in the game. But most wrestlers don’t give a shit about building anything. They don’t do anything to elevate the roster. They don’t get people fired up to join their roster. Ultimately, they lack ambition and creativity."

"They think a great wrestler amounts to hoarding a bunch of titles. They just want to collect all of a company’s big belts, say they’ve done it all, then fuck off to another company to do the same thing all over again. They’re life-sucking leeches who twist everything that they come into contact with."

"It’s why the core of Liberty Pro is in the state it is. It shrunk to a shadow of its former self. Don't believe me? The truth is all around us. Not a former US, Trials, Freedom or Independence champion in sight."

PPV pauses, letting the significance of that statement stew a little.

PPV: "It was inevitable for Liberty to go under with “champions” like these."

"Even the other divisions barely fared much better. We have one former Gotham champion in Scotty Latimer. The same goes for The Girls of Summer and the tag team titles. As for the Anarchy division, there's Kross and I. So basically just me."

"Helena and Honey are all that's left of the Liberty title's heritage. It doesn't help Helena's been toying with the idea of retirement for years now. Oh!"

PPV holds a hand to her mouth in mock shock.

PPV: " I almost forgot... Becky Balfour brought herself back from the dead. But lets save that

BACKSTAGE
Kendrick finally had gotten his shot at the Anarchy Title again which definitely pleased him, the proof with how much he had been tweeting about his match.

A camera slowly made its way towards the men’s locker room where Kendrick was sitting on a wooden bench with his head held down as he was slowly taking breaths and preparing mentally for his match against the same woman he had beat two weeks earlier.

Kendrick: I had to earn my way in a bogus match to face Pepper and she still believes I have no kind of chance. How is that possible?

Kendrick shook his head as he let out a deep breath and brought his head up finally noticing the camera.

Kendrick: Well hello there. Probably heard me talking to myself a bit there. It’s all true though. I beat her on the last show with me having the odds stacked against me. Now going up her this show and she truly thinks that it’s going to easier? Darling. If you couldn’t beat me when you had the advantage how are you going to without one? Rhetorical of course.

Kendrick chuckled a bit as he grabbed one of the lockers and pulled himself up as he focused himself back on the camera after standing up.

Kendrick: This match for the Anarchy Championship isn’t just a match that I want to win just so I can say I have a title. She said that on Twitter but Pepper is totally out of her mind there. I won that Anarchy Title and actually had defenses, I did give that title a good name but she wants to say I didn’t before she has even had one title defense. How can she claim anything on changing that title? How can she be a better champion than me? She can’t. That’s simple.

Kendrick rolled his eyes as he leaned up against the locker and cleared his throat a bit.

Kendrick: Do I want that championship? Do I want to win it? Of course I do. If you’re going into a match and not wanting to win especially for a title then you don’t deserve it. I’m going into this so I can get that title back and can bring it back to the glory that it needs to be at.

So Pepper I hope you have had your precious little time the past two weeks with that and were able to say your goodbyes. That Anarchy Title will be here with me. Guaranteed.

With that Kendrick kept a smirk on his face as the camera faded out and he proceeded to the ring.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as David Rosenberg stands in front of a brick wall. Dressed in a business suit, red tinted sunglasses cover his eyes as he rubs his hands together and starts a promo.

David Rosenberg: My name is David Rosenberg and I am a manager of champions. And yeah, I know plenty of asshole managers will say the same thing but the hell with them, they don’t know what they’re doing and they don’t manage real champions. I do though. Jack Tillman! My top talent! Top guy in both NVR and Southside while holding both their main titles. So when I see top talent I sign them. Ok, I don’t fuck around and waste my time with two cent projects or talentless hacks. Time is money and I ain’t going to waste my time with a bunch of nobodies.

The screen zooms back to find Xavier Ada and Tao Ada standing next to David with their arms crossed and mean mugging the camera.

David Rosenberg: Now these boys! These men among men! These warriors are the real deal. Actual Samoans. None of that fake shit you see in Hollywood these days. Tough sons of bitches who will crack your skull with their heads and snap your legs in half with their thumb and pinky.

David shows his thumb and pinky snapping together as a grin comes crawling across his face.

David Rosenberg: Xavier Ada and Tao Ada here, these are the future of tag team wrestling here in the states. So to the Girls of Summer and Nachthexen….what the hell does that mean anyways? Stupid name. Same with Girls of Summer. Sounds like a low budget porno. Anyhoo. To you two teams and anyone else that wants to step into the tag team division…..

The two men shove David out of the way and get right into the camera's face as they yell at it and anyone else that might be watching.

Tao Ada: F*%¥ YOU

Xavier Ada: Yeah, yeah, yeah! F*%¥ YOU. Bunch of toothpick walking c*&$%!

Spitting at the camera, the two men walk off leaving David all by himself and pissed off. Taking a cloth from his pocket, David wipes the camera lens clean.

David Rosenberg: What the hell did I tell you guys. Don’t talk. I don’t need Phone calls from the Liberty PR department complaining about you two.

David gives a smile as he taps the side of the camera and walks off.

BACKSTAGE
The cameras come in on a view of Tamsin backstage. In her hands she’s marveling at the Anarchy Championship. She says nothing, just looking at the title with a shit eating smile. It’s not much longer before Claire and Quinn step into the frame.

Before a congratulations could even be rendered, Tamsin blurts out that she needs to “lay low” for a bit. She mumbles it under her breath - to the point where Quinn has to ask her to clarify what she just said.

Looking increasingly paranoid by the second, Tamsin starts to hold her stomach. She tells both of her partners that she’s not feeling well. She says that she must have gotten something from “fucking Pepe raw” and taking her belt. In an executive decision, Tamsin steps forth and places a hand on Quinn’s shoulder.

With a wry smile, she silver tongues Quinn into taking her spot in the Nachthexen tag team match tonight. Quinn begins to ask if that’s even possible - however, she’s cut off by Tamsin. The new Anarchy champion holds Quinn by the face tightly, staring deep through her eyes - into her soul. Tamsin states that Liberty belongs to Nachthexen, and that while they’re running roughshot - EVERYTHING is possible.

Claire looks spurred on by Tamsin’s bravado. She chimes in and places an arm around Quinn’s shoulders. Lichfield says that the beautiful thing about crushing hopes and dreams, is that they’re biodegradable. She walks off explaining the finer points of human ecology. The cameras are left to Tamsin. She quickly finds the men’s restroom. The camera sees the door close behind her, and quickly some poor gentlemen not quite finish handling their business are ushered out by Tamsin’s screams and threats of severe bodily harm. The last thing we hear is the door latch locking - as the cameras fade away from the scene.

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
We cut outside, near the entrance to the Manhattan Center around mid-day. The streets are alive with people, even if it’s significantly less crowded in these troubled times. Max Cerrano is out on the sidewalk, well appointed in suit and tie, hair pulled back as he looks up at the Manhattan Center sign just above him. There’s a definite look of disdain on those features as he shakes his head.

Max Cerrano: These historic landmarks...they never fail to disappoint.

Max snorts, chuckling to himself as a sneer crosses his features.

Max Cerrano: Much like Liberty thus far, in point of fact. So much pomp and circumstance. So much talk about what came before, the big things that this place has seen, the names that have passed through it. All that talk, that made me think...what more perfect a place to begin? What place more fitting, to upset the order of things in this sport, and pervert it’s storied history to my purpose?

He gives the sign another glance, shaking his head with a sigh.

Max Cerrano: Imagine my disappointment, when upon my arrival, I found the true nature of the beast. A sham. A carnival of pathetic jokes, one note cartoon characters, and upjumped rubes with an over-inflated opinion of their own importance to ANYONE. Much like the ‘historic’ arena within these walls...Beneath all the gilding, and the honeyed words, there’s only rot. Behind all that legacy, all those championships, all the luster...simply ruin.

Cerrano pauses, rubbing at his jaw, almost as if pained by the concept.

Max Cerrano: The dog and pony show that I suffered for a few moments on the last episode of this television program proves to me one thing, and one thing only: I may have been wrong about the pretext of my arrival here, but my purpose remains true. There are too many fatted calves waiting to be slaughtered. Too many leeches, suckling off of the bloated, rotting corpse of this company’s former glories. Too many people who think that they are something, are SOMEONE, simply because they’ve done something in the husk that was Liberty Pro...or have the capacity to do something in this newest, most pathetic incarnation. My opposition tonight, a prime example of the latter.

A moment’s pause, considering.

Max Cerrano: My thought may have been in error. Liberty may not be the place it purported itself to be, but that doesn’t make the end game any less clear. All of these idols of yours might be made of tin rather than gold, but that doesn’t mean I won’t pull them down and expose them all the same. All of your precious championships might be dull in their luster, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take them from you, until there’s nothing left. And people like Melanie might be parasites living in the guise of wrestling prodigies...but that doesn’t mean I won’t start taking their careers as trophies all the same. You should have stayed home, Mel. Should have rested that knee. Should have taken that admittedly shapely ass back to Halo, let yourself coast out the rest of your years in comfort in Miami. But you didn’t, and now here we are. You, living a lie, and me, intent in my purpose of ending lies altogether. It’s a shame it has to be this way, but I make no apologies for what comes next. Liberty is a lie, and I’m done with lies. There’s no freedom here anymore. This isn’t your Liberty Pro anymore, and you’ll learn that soon enough. Welcome to occupied territory.

The hint of a smirk crosses his lips, just as a thought crosses his mind.

Max Cerrano: I am feeling charitable, though, Melanie. When your finished, and your career in this sport is the first of many scalps I’ve collected...I’ll come see you down at Halo, when you’ve recovered. I might even let you buy me a drink.

With that, Max makes his way under the sign, into the Manhattan Center, and presumably to the Hammerstein beyond, as we cut to anything else.

BACKSTAGE
One of Liberty's newest signings, the "Million Dollar Baby" Cait Flanagan, struts into the locker room like she owns the place. It doesn't seem to matter to her that this is the mens' changing room - the young redhead has business to attend to. She wanders through the room until she finds Killian Rory, taking a seat on the bench next to him and stretching her legs out in front of her.

CAIT: I've given your offer some thought, and I'm willing to accept - if you find my terms agreeable.

The camera cuts over to Liberty's resident Southie Scumbag. Rory is seen on his cell, thumbing through some things. It's not long before he sets it to the side, hearing Cait's response to the offer of a little help.

Rory: SO. You came around huh?

He gives a smirk as his eyes begin to scan Cait head to toe.

Rory: Alright then Red. What's it gonna run me?

Cait watches him for a moment, her hazel eyes missing nothing.
Cait: We work together during the match. You let me get the pin, you walk away five hundred dollars richer. If you turn on me, or if that lightbringer idiot gets the better of you, you get nothing. Do we have a deal?
She raises a brow at him, her arms crossed over her chest.
Rory: Hey. Look. I was born at night, not last night red.

A devious smile grows on Rory’s face as he places a hand under his chin. He pantomimes pondering on something deep for a moment, right before he speaks up once again.

Rory: Five hundred ain’t bad. But maybe we can work out a… long term arrangement?

He muses. Before rising from the bench. With his match on the horizon, Rory begins to grab some athletic tape from his locker. He begins to unroll it out, as he turns himself back towards Cait.

Rory: Wanna hear my counteroffer?

Cait’s face gives away nothing as she listens to him, nodding to show that she’s paying attention to what he has to say.

Cait: I’m open to counteroffers. You seem like a reasonable man, so I think we can come up with an arrangement that suits us both.

Leaning forward, she rests her chin on her hand and looks up at him, batting her long lashes at him.

Cait: What do you have in mind, Rory?

Rory: Easy and simple. I help you get pins in the ring. And I get pins outside of it, yeah?

A crass counteroffer. Rory makes a small scoff, before looking directly at those hypnotic orbs that Cait called eyes.

Rory: We gotta deal?

Cait shook her head.

Cait: No deal. I'm afraid my time outside of the ring is spoken for these days. You help me get pins inside the ring, and I'll pay you cash. Bonus if it happens to be a title match.

Her gaze meets his, her tone strictly businesslike.

Cait: When I said that you couldn't afford me, I meant it. My offer has the potential to significantly raise your tax bracket over time, particularly if you invest well. Do you accept? Or should I leave you to your own devices out there?

Rory: … Fine. I’ll simp. But that five hundo? I could have sworn you said double that.

Rory tugged at his ear with a laugh. He snatched up the rest of his ring gear. With possibly a new business partner in tow.

Cait: Five hundred for tonight. Come through for me, and next show it'll be double that. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get ready.

With that, she stands up and gives Rory a nod before turning on her heel and walking out.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage we find Melanie standing by with a look of confidence about her. She is already dressed in her attire with her hair up in her trademark space buns. Looking into the camera she shakes her head.

Melanie: Oooooh Raeden, you cheap shotting little bitch. Of course you couldn't let me have my win OF COURSE not. After the match you had to slide in the ring with a chair and try to injure my knee which NUH uh, bitch. We ain't gonna let that slide. You're not just gonna be the sore loser toddler that you are and try to end people's careers before they even start, girl are you crazy? Do you have a few screws loose or something? This. Isn't. Over.

Melanie shakes her finger at the camera before rolling her eyes.

Melanie: And now there is this Max clown who, shock twist, also wants to end my career before it even begins. Is this some rite of passage for wrestling or something? How many edge lord things do you guys have to say or do until you're taken seriously as a wrestler? I guess we will find out in the ring tonight, won't we Maxxy. Maybe after this I will fight someone who isn't all GRR ME END CAREER NOW.

Melanie sucks her teeth while holding up the palm of her hand.

Melanie: I ain't about it. See you out there, Max.

The scene fades.

BACKSTAGE
The Scene carries backstage where we find a silhouetted form of a couple, seemingly hand-in-hand with one another as they enter the area. One is a tall male, short dusky brown hair, neatly coiffed to the side though it still appeared messy. His piercing blue eyes making a direct appeal to the camera before the female accompanying him offered a glance in the direction as well. Her dark hair and tanned skin being a direct contrast to the snowy white dress she wears, neatly adorned with an ornate layer of lace that hugs her body tightly into a pleated silk skirt that ended just below mid-thigh. The Light Bringer herself and Liberty Pro’s Kaia Grainger begins to speak to the man accompanying her.

Kaia Grainger: “Antares, I told you already, he’s not going to be stupid enough to try anything here. He may be reckless, but we’ve already seen what a night in jail does to Obi-Keane-Wan.”

She gives a roll of the eyes before offering a laugh, clearly referencing a situation that didn’t truly involve the halls of Liberty Pro Wrestling.

Kaia Grainger: “Not that I mind your company that is. I’ve got quite a dilemma of my own to work out this evening. That is how to represent PPV’s #DangerAndPlay and still Slay all in the same night.”

A coy smirk adorned her features as she made note of this before offering a little shimmied view of her dress, clearly meant for branding as she remained close to her beau. Asher Miles looked back at Kaia and smiled with a nod.

Asher Miles: “Well, you’re definitely slaying it already with what you’re rocking because goddamn girl.”

Asher looked her up and down for a moment before letting out a light laugh.

Asher Miles: “As for Donnie possibly showing up? Gotta be careful, babe, no matter what. I know you can handle yourself but still, I don’t need you having any distractions when you’re out there trying to win a big match.”

She looked up at him coyly, just barely under his nose with the help of her pumps, she gave a crinkle of her nose before shaking her head.

Kaia Grainger: “That word . . . try. . . this boss no likey.”

She shook her head disapprovingly before continuing.

Kaia Grainger: “More like no distractions while winning my match, but i’ll forgive your blunder just this once.”

She smirked once more as they walked further into the halls of the Hammerstein Ballroom. Asher laughed and nodded.

Asher Miles: “You right, babe, I messed up on that one. You aren’t gonna try, you’re simply going to go out there and win. Cait and Killian don’t know what hit ‘em out there when they’re dealing with the Lightbringer!”

Nodding along with his assessment she seemed more approving in this regard before sliding a loose strand of hair from her face and looking ahead once more.

Kaia Grainger: “It always sounds better, when you say it. Seems more official and all of that.I could tell them all day long how its going to be a great match and how I’m really excited to keep impressing the Liberty Pro Fans at home, but outright saying I’m going to win is just sort of vapid. Like a certain someone thinking she doesn’t need luck in a match with multiple opponents . . . but I digress. I guess they all can’t be like Killian and only chime in when he’s trying to sell old fruit baskets from the back of his van or make pink death kitty tights a style for men.”

She shrugged before laughing out.

Kaia Grainger: “To each their own I guess, but everyone needs to know that Liberation comes with its very own Light-Bringing Sensation.”

An affirmative nod was given almost as if it were her final say on the subject matter.

Asher smirks and nods.

Asher Miles: “They’re all going to learn soon enough. Hope everyone here is taking notes, because they’re gonna need em.”

She smiled before lightly trailing her fingers against his cheek.

Kaia Grainger: “Yeah I don’t expect them to keep minutes from the meetings. They’ll just have to learn the old-fashioned way. Experience. At least they’ll have something new to add to their resume.”

She grabbed hold of his hand again before heading off to get ready for the night.

BACKSTAGE
Static interrupts the broadcast. Suddenly Brien Storm appears in black and white in a dimly lit room. A man of his word, there he's stood to the left of an ornate wood desk. Off his sunglasses reflect his highlights, his accolades, his technical dominance being projected on a wall. He comes to rest leaning against the center of the desk.

"I've been a fixture here in Liberty and the world of Professional Wrestling as a whole for the past several years. Quickly making a name for myself as one of the best. The lead singer who's trying to wrestle moniker quickly faded and I continue to do what I do. Naturally when Liberty announced their return, I made some calls and was right back in the fold. In my grand return to this great promotion and to the Hammerstein, a place I hold oh so dear, one of the biggest stars in the industry was saddled with a rookie smack dab in the middle of the show. But that's okay, let's put him in the battle royal main event with everyone and their mums."

Killian Rory vs Brien Storm begins to play, still only seen in the reflection of Brien's sunglasses, he continues.

"It's all alright I thought, maybe they want to test the kids' mettle. It's not the title match I deserve but I suppose the battle royal was enough of a consolation. The night ended and while things didn't go well in that tired battle royal, my quote on quote midcard match ended and did so quickly. Killian showed promise, but I successfully derailed his hype. Only took me 'round 5 minutes. A brilliant performance all things considered…

Brien pauses, seemingly still attempting to rationalize.

"Yet my mouth found itself agape as soon as I saw myself missing from the Liberation 47 card. Whereas, Killian Rory, the guy I had massacred has got a spot."

Another pause and back to your regular schedule Brien Storm highlights.

"For all the problems I have with the man, I can't argue that Nathan Callaghan understands business. The man has succeeded twice at building a wrestling federation and each time packed it to the brim with best. Now he's not running the show anymore. That falls to his daughter-in-law now. In what I can only describe as nepotism, although if you'll direct your attention to the Girls of Summer that fits the bill. We all have our shortcomings, but I digress. This women, Jade Night or whatever. She's jealous and in a malicious way. Look at me and tell me how you don't put me on this card when you look at what I did last week and my pedigree! It's not just me either. Precious Pepper Vain! Anarchy Champion, Precious Pepper Vain! Relegated to jerking the curtains if you will. Literally days out from releasing her fashion line that's going to take the world by storm, no pun intended. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. That is what I see when I look at Jade Night. I see a failed little wrestler jealous of the real main event stars. Jealousy is as blinding as the sun. Now you've made the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You've disrespected your Favorite Worst Nightmare."

Brien takes off his sunglasses and toss them aside on the desk so you can get a real good look at his eyes at this burning holes into the viewer.

"See when I get disrespected, I don't pout and don't stand idly by! I get sinister. He's the big bombshell. The generous man I am, I've decided to bring friends. These friends like giving quite a bit."

Out from the shadows on Brien's left and right side come two imposing and physically intense individuals. They take their place, arms crossed on both sides of Brien.

"This fine gentlemen are Eric and Dexter Calloway. Of course all of you who know your shit also happen to be shitting themselves. They are the Headhunters, easily one of the best tag teams in the world. Recently three of us have been making quite the killing working together running roughshod wherever whenever. I figured that I wasn't going to do this but really you've forced my hand now it's open season. The Forthcoming can and fucking will run through whoever on the Liberty roster. I'm about to become the Caesar of Liberty Pro, minus the bad end of course. Veni, Vidi, Vici is the motto ladies and gentlemen and I intend to make that a reality. One last thing for the road, Jade… if I ever find myself not booked again there will be hell to pay."

With a smile and a wink.

"Cheer."

Fin.

BACKSTAGE
'How Bad Do You Want It' by Sevyn Streeter begins to play throughout the Hammerstein Ballroom as the arrival of only one person was imminent. The fans are torn, some boo'ing the 'Gucci Girl' while others are cheering for her, enjoying the brand of humor she brings, and of course, the style she throws down with in the ring.

The camera fades out a bit, showing the ring itself and a new set with two empty stools followed by a large 'Keepin' It Real with Carmen Cambridge' sign above the ring. As the camera focuses back on Cambridge, she pulls off her signature shades before tossing them into the crowd as a frenzy of fans fight for the collectible item.

Carmen is handed a microphone as she enters the ring with a smile on her face.

Carmen Cambridge: Tonight is about new beginnings. You see, at Liberation 46, I went into that battle royal as a favorite to walk out with my hand raised and a future Liberty Pro championship match. And what happened in the match? I delivered. I tossed out two of the other favorites at the same time, of course I'm talkin' about Tyson Gregory and The Drugged up Xavier Laroux, that's right boo boo's. I did that!

The fans are again torn, with some cheering, but a majority boo'ing her self indulgent recollection of the battle royal from the last show.

Carmen Cambridge: It was the final three, and I was watching the other two attack each other. Scotty and Kaia were throwing punches, and I was soaking it all in, waiting for my moment and then...my partner tonight decided to re-enter the ring and ruin my chances, but hey, that lil recap was just to remind you that tonight isn't about the past, and those terrible memories, okay? Tonight is again about what?

The fans shout out 'New Beginnings'.

Carmen Cambridge: Exactly. And tonight, I debut this amazing new talk show where me and my guests always keep it real, that's why its called KEEPIN' IT REAL WITH...Carmen Cambridge. And tonight my first guest is a former champion.

She motions to the empty stool across from her.

Carmen Cambridge: My guest has been doing this for a few years, and this guest IS in action tonight. Ya'll wanna know who it is?

Carmen takes a moment to milk the anticipation as the fans are roaring, waiting to see who the guest will be.

Carmen Cambridge: Okay, okay. I can see you guys are ready. My guest tonight, for the FIRST EVER edition of Keepin' It Real with Carmen Cambridge is....

The Gucci Girl pauses for dramatic effect before laughing and screaming out the name.

Carmen Cambridge: ME! I'm the guest!

The fans now let her hear it, feeling like they were played as Carmen just chuckles and looks over at the empty stool.

Carmen Cambridge: Oh my Gosh! Carmen, it's an absolute honor to have you on my show. How you doin' tonight boo? That hair is on point!

Carmen quickly stands and in cute fashion, carefully manages to take a few steps to the next stool while wearing heels. She sits down, grinning ear to ear as she puts her hands on her chest.

Carmen Cambridge: I'm so honored to be the first ever guest on Keepin' It Real, and trust me, this will be a ratings grabbing interview. And thanks for that compliment on the hair, you have top notch taste. But yeah, ask me the hard questions.

Carmen moves back to the other stool, the interviewer's stool, and sits back down, crossing her hands in her lap.

Carmen Cambridge: Okay, so I have to ask, what are your thoughts about taking on a brother-sister duo tonight? You're teaming with someone who double crossed you last show, but we'll get to him later. But you guys are facing a team who are best friends, closer than maybe any other two wrestlers on the roster. I'm talkin' about Joss and Dex Morant.

Carmen quickly hops up and runs back to the other stool and holds both hands up.

Carmen Cambridge: Whoa, hold it right there. I'm glad you mentioned their names, because at the last show they didn't do much to impress me, okay? I mean Joss was taking notes backstage in a notebook. A freakin' notebook girl. I can't make this stuff up. Then they went out there in her FIRST EVER MATCH, and they choked. What a debut right? Well good for them, they had another chance to make it up later in the night. This amazing team, this brother-sister duo, they could make a huge impact in a battle royal, right? They could use the numbers game. They could work together and then fight it out at the very end to see who gets the title match, but what happened? They choked AGAIN. They were the first two eliminated. And this is the team that Jade Night thinks can beat myself and Tyson?

Carmen moves back to the interviewer's stool.

Carmen Cambridge: You do bring up some good points, spittin' those facts, I like it. For my first ever guest, you're doing an amazing job. But lets move on to your partner, Tyson Gregory. There are quite a few people who are saying that despite everything you said about Joss and Dex, that you and Tyson are still the underdogs. What you've done in the past doesn't matter, they don't think you guys can work together. Lemme ask, can you? And can you trust him tonight?

Carmen takes an exaggerated breath as she stands up again, those heels getting heavy work in as she tip toes back to the other stool.

Carmen Cambridge: I'm gonna have to trust him, right? But let's keep it real, even if he crosses me, we both wanna win. Neither one of us want to start this relaunch of Liberty with back to back L's on our record. So, despite how much of a lil snake he was at Liberation 46, this is a new beginning. Liberation 47 is the night of Cambridge co-starring Gregory. We got this. I think 'Dexter's Little Sister' better pull that notebook back out and take a few more notes, she's gonna need 'em.

Carmen stands up and kicks the second stool over, shrugging.

Carmen Cambridge: Since this is all about KEEPIN' IT REAL, I'm tired of moving back and forth, so I'm gonna just sit right here.

She sits back down in the first stool and crosses her legs confidently.

Carmen Cambridge: Facts are facts, okay? That cute lil nickname, 'Dexter's Little Sister'? It means she's content sitting in the shadow her brother is casting, but how much of a shadow is it really? He's been wrestling a year, she's had two matches, but Tyson and I? We both been doin' this for a BOP. We may not like each other, but we're gonna do what we do best tonight...grind until we get that W. And then when this match is over, we can discuss what he did at the last show, but tonight? I'm down to be a team player. Experience is gonna win out over hopes and dreams, and with that? I HOPE you all enjoyed the first ever edition of KEEPIN' IT REAL with the best guest I could ever host...MYSELF!

Carmen cackles into the microphone before standing up.

Carmen Cambridge: And if you didn't enjoy it? I really don't give a damn boo boo's.

Cambridge flips the microphone as it falls to the canvas, with her music playing as the fans boo her as she exits the ring and heads backstage to prepare for her match later on in the evening.

BACKSTAGE
Episode Forty-Seven of Liberation continues as our scene shifts to the backstage area. It is here that we find TJ Techniques, who is fresh off his victory in his Liberty Pro debut. TJ is looking to carry that momentum into tonight for his Gotham Championship qualifier. Will he best successful? Time well time. Right now, though, TJ is ready to give his thoughts on recent events, including his opponent for this evening.

TJ Techniques: Here we are, family. Show number two in this return of Liberty Pro. My thoughts on the last show? Well, what else can I say?

He gives a slight shrug.

TJ Techniques: I did exactly what I set out to do. I showed up, showed out and showed & proved my skillset inside that squared circle. Now I'm not gonna come out here and trash my opponent from last show simply because I got the W. Hating on Nathalie Genevieve would be the easy thing to do. But I won't. Why? Because she showed what she was made of in that ring. I was under no illusion that our match would be some type of walk in the park. I never looked at Nat as "light work". Homegirl went in there and did what she had to do. You know me. I tried to keep the pace fast. I tried to keep myself in the air. What did she do? She took me out of the air. She kept me grounded, as she should have. That shows that Nat actually has something up there between her ears.

He points to his head.

TJ Techniques: That shows that she's got something going for her besides looks. She did what she was supposed to do. Her problem? She didn't do it well enough. I fought back control of that match and, ultimately, fought my way to a win. It was a tough night for 'ol Gene. But she'll learn from it. She'll take what happened as a teachable moment. Who knows? Maybe next time we step into that ring, it'll be me on the opposite end of things. Maybe next time, it'll be her hand that gets raised high. Or maybe she'll come into the match with the same type of attitude... and I'll have to set her straight a second time. I guess we'll just have to wait for that to happen the next time we meet up down the road.

TJ Techniques: But that's for later. Let's talk about right now. Tonight we start our march towards crowning a new Gotham Champion. Nine of us our competing here tonight, including my opponent from the last show. Nat, Cerrano, Melanie, Balfour, Wood, Hjalmar, Dela Cruz and Leigh Clark. When I look at that list of names, I see wrestlers of various talent with various attributes. I see wrestlers that provide their own set of challenges. But I can't focus on what could happen down the road. I can't focus on what might happen after tonight. I've gotta focus on the here and now. I gotta focus on what's directly in front of me.

TJ Techniques: I've gotta focus on you, Lilah Wood.

A beat.

TJ Techniques: Now Lilah? Let me keep it a buck with you. You're not the tallest person I've ever faced. You're not the fastest. You're far from the strongest. But you're probably the most desperate person I've faced in quite some time. When I say "desperate", I don't mean that as a put down. See, desperate people do desperate things. A desperate opponent... is a dangerous one. A desperate opponent is a threat.

TJ Techniques: I don't take threats lightly.

TJ Techniques: Last time out, you had these ideas of how your debut was going to go and how victory was imminent. In the end, it was you that was left holding the L after your match with Xavier. Fast forward to this week and now, you're in a match of even greater importance. This is ain't no round robin. This ain't even Best Two out of Three. This is a "win or go home" scenario regarding the Gotham Championship. A win gets you one step closer to that Gotham Championship. A loss means you get to sit on the sidelines and watch as someone else gets a shot at gold. Neither one of us what's to leave that ring without our hand raised. Neither one of us wants to hear our opponent's theme music when that final bell sounds. But for one of us, defeat will soon be a sad, bitter reality.

TJ Techniques: If I have my way, it's gonna be you left holding that L in your chest once again.

He continues.

TJ Techniques: You started off in this return of Liberty Pro with a loss. The last thing you want to do is go two for two. So you're already feeling the pressure. Your back is already up against the wall. That's how I know you're desperate. Word on the street is that you're not above bending and breaking the rules if it nets you a three count. So I'm gonna have to have my wit's about me when I step in there against you. Word on the street is that you're also sitting under the learning tree of Gavin Grimes. Well, Lilah, I hope you're out there learning the tricks of the trade. I hope you're over there soaking up as much game as possible. When you step into the ring with someone like me? I'm gonna make that ass work. I'm gonna make you push yourself harder and raise your level. A guy like me is gonna test how much heart you really have. You can have the big name mentors. You can train with the best. That's cute and all. But at the end of the day, how much do you want it? How much does it mean to you? How far are you willing to push yourself? Because if you ain't willing to put in the work... if you ain't willing to push yourself past your limits, then you ain't getting past yours truly. I don't say that to be cocky. I don't say it to be arrogant. I say it to serve as a wakeup call. If you want to get one step closer to that Gotham Championship? Then I suggest you come bring it.

TJ Techniques: Me? I'm going for mine, which means going through you... tonight. Now peep that.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to a disgusted looking Freddie Hjalmar, flanked by his two bodyguards Hammond and Porter, the Royal Guard. Freddie’s pace slows, The Promised gesturing to his surroundings, taking them in quickly before he focuses on the camera, staring right down the lens.

Freddie Hjalmar: Look at this place. Look at these people. This is what I’m surrounded by. I will rightly be heralded as the only hope for this company when you all see me for what I am.

The silent Royal Guard behind The Promised nod in agreement as they follow along behind. Hjalmar continues to speak, gesticulating all the while, his glistening golden robe catching the light, sparkling as a result.

Freddie Hjalmar: I almost feel sorry for them, I mean, I don’t of course, but almost. ...Almost.

He stops completely now, straightening his coronet before his lips curl into a wicked grin.

Freddie Hjalmar: The weak should be crushed by the strong - that should be a universally understood and accepted concept...and yet here we are in Liberty Pro Wrestling, where the weakest seem to be the most noticeable. To be on the outside looking in for that first little week after signing, I found it rather odd. Then I got here, took a nice long stroll with my Royal Guard here and I’ve come to the conclusion that here, dwells only the weak. Liberty Pro Wrestling, at this current time, is a sanctuary for the weak. This I cannot abide. I will not abide.

Freddie raises his hand, slowly closing it into a clenched fist, knuckles white with rage.

Freddie Hjalmar: As soon as this company reopened its doors I saw the weak scamper in, ‘champions’ and former ‘champions’ alike. Rats, all of you. Plague ridden rats. You should all be ashamed - and yet you are not. There is no concept of shame here it seems, so you’re all either too stupid to be self-aware enough to feel shame, or you simply don’t care...and I don’t know which one is worse.

His fist opens and The Promised takes a moment to look down at his jewellery adorned hand, speaking for a short while as he does so before looking back up to the camera.

Freddie Hjalmar: I have been placed in the Gotham Championship Tournament, and it seems my opponent tonight, the insufferably shit Becky Balfour took exception to me calling the belt a second rate championship. Which, of course, is exactly what it is. You see, that small interaction sums up Liberty - a roster of talent who are satisfied with inferiority. It is astounding. It is disgusting. Don’t take this as some sort of forfeiture on my part. I am going to embarrass Becky Balfour and show her that her time here is over, all of your time here is over, consider this The Promised putting you all on notice. I’ll advance through this tournament, I’ll win the Gotham Championship, and then I’ll unify it against whichever vile little creature is holding the Liberty Championship. That’s no fantasy. That’s no prediction. That...is a promise.

The Canadian-Swede’s grin fades slowly as he turns his head to the side ever so slightly, indicating to his Royal Guard that he’s finished. He carries on his stroll, almost as if he has no worries in the world as he passes the camera. Hammond, the larger of the two bodyguards takes an extra second to eye the cameraman before he grunts, exiting the shot alongside his partner and Freddie Hjalmar.

BACKSTAGE
Nathalie Genevieve is seen holding and looking in a handheld mirror backstage. After her loss in her Liberty debut against TJ Techniques, she was looking to bounce back. So as she examined her appearance in preparation for her Gotham Championship qualifier match, her lips twisted up ever so slightly in the corners.

Nathalie: Mirror, mirror on the... well in my hand... who's the one who'll be walking out with the win? Why me of course!

Taking a deep breath, Nathalie exhales slowly as she keeps eye contact with her reflection.

Nathalie: Sure, Brianna won her match last time against Derrick La' Bel, but everyone has their limits and I doubt that she'd be able to really keep up with the likes of me. Also, Raeden is just like me, a loser in her match last week looking for a comeback. New York is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of and my dream is to hold championship gold. So I will win this match and I will go on. That Gotham Championship is as good as mine... it won't slip through the cracks like before.

Nathalie tosses the mirror over her shoulder and it smashes into a thousand pieces as it crashes to the concrete floor. The sound of Nathalie's laugh echoes throughout the backstage area, turning diabolical, just like a Disney villain.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Tamsin in the women’s restroom by herself. She had locked the door behind her and let out a sigh as she looked down at the Anarchy Championship.

Tamsin: Don’t worry beautiful, nobody will get to us here.

Tamsin grins but suddenly she hears a toilet flush and her eyes widen. The door swings open and out walks Scotty Latimer with a smirk on his face.

Tamsin: Uh… Sco-... Scotty!? What the hell are you doing in here?

Latimer shrugs.

Scotty Latimer: What can I say? The women’s restroom has the nicer toilet paper.

Tamsin turns and tries to unlock the door and leave but Latimer slams her head against the door before dropping her with Final Wave (Blade Runner). He then opens the door and yells for a referee to come in. A referee rushes to the scene and Scotty pins her and gets the three count. He grabs the belt and looks at the referee.

Scotty Latimer: I gotta go. But give me that shirt, I need it for later.

Referee: But this is mine…

Scotty grabs the shirt off of the referees back and pulls it off and walks away with it and the Anarchy Championship in his hand. The scene then cuts away.

WINNER
And new Anarchy Champion… Scotty Latimer
METHOD
Pinfall
FINISHING MOVE
Final Wave

BACKSTAGE
As the cameras come around a corner there’s a brief knock on the frame of an open door, and a soft ‘come on in’ before it enters the room. There it finds Brianna Leigh Clark as she limbers up for her match ahead, she finishes a few more stretches and picks up a towel, gently patting her face before she puts it down and retrieves a water bottle branded with the Liberty Pro logo. Quenching her thirst she sets it down and then takes a little breath, centering herself maybe.

Brianna Clark: You know, I kind of expected a little more leading up to this match. This is more exciting than the last one I had here at the Hammerstein Ballroom - and you guys know what? I’m starting to feel a little at home here.

She glances around and her lips purse a second as she barely controls a roll of her eyes at herself.

Brianna Clark: On a card full of opportunities, Gotham Championship Qualifiers, one of these things is not like the others…

Yes, she sing-songs it, and she smiles wide after.

Brianna Clark: But it doesn’t matter. I’m going out there and doing everything I can to defeat Raeden Dela Cruz and Nathalie Genevieve. I think BLC sounds better than RDC don’t you?

She pauses, tipping her head a bit to the side as she considers.

Brianna Clark: Or BC, for that matter. Anyway!

Brianna claps her hands before getting another sip of water, her gaze roaming the room before returning to the camera.

Brianna Clark: There are some people who think I have more than just a good shot at coming through this with my hand raised, you see. Some people who are looking at the field and looking ahead, and thinking not only can I do this, but that I can get to the end. Gain that Gotham Championship for my own, and build something out of that.

For a split second the look on her face is oddly humble, and she looks down at her hands, turning the water bottle in them and running her thumb over the Liberty Pro logo, a hush in her voice.

Brianna Clark: I want to do it. I want to win this, I want to go on and get right to it. I want to be the one that can gain it and become the new Gotham Champion. Then? I want to defend it as much and often as possible, against anyone that wants a shot at it. I’ve got a lot to live up to, I guess, and what better way to start?

Brianna takes a deeper breath, letting it out slow and getting her emotions in check before she looks back up, her smile blooming again.

Brianna Clark: So if I want to visualize it, speak it into being, put it out there in the Universe, I need to get through tonight, win this triple threat… start it here. Let’s see what I can do about that.

She sets the bottle down and heads out of the room, leaving the camera to watch her walk away.

BACKSTAGE
"Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson began to plays as the Hammerstein Ballroom crowd jumps to their feet as the pop shakes the ballroom itself. The winner of the battle royal and Brooklyn's own Scotty Latimer appears on the stage with the Anarchy Championship that he had just recently won during the 24/7 rule, causing the crowd to get even louder. Scotty takes his time and makes his way to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. He is met by hundreds of streamers as he takes a bump and does a streamer angel in the middle of the ring. He grabs a microphone and wants for the road to settle down which takes a few moments.

Scotty: Damn New York I love you! Thank you!

The New Yorkers give another huge ovation.

Scotty: So yeah….I felt like for once I would come out here and not cut a promo in the parking lot or wherever else backstage I thought would look cool and gritty. A lot has happened since the last Liberty show. Well for one I won the battle royal and now you are looking at the new number 1 contender for the Liberty Championship.

The crowd cheers for cheap pop number 1.

Scotty Latimer: I like cheap pops. Especially from my hometown. Then something else happened that completely with all due respect trumps anything and everything that could ever happen here…..I found out I'm going to be a father….

An even bigger pop happens then a standing ovation including one from the announce team. Scotty takes a deep breath as the ovation over that announcement got to him a little.

Scotty Latimer: Ok...ok..you got me breaking character here…..let's get back to business here….let's get back to Rogue Nightmare mode!

Scotty runs his face as a Latimer chant builds up.

Scotty Latimer: So as I said, I won the battle royal last show which earns me a Liberty Championship match. Which of course was why our champion Helena Noir came out and said some choice words.

The mention of the champion causes a mixed reaction from Scotty's hometown.

Scotty Latimer: Its all been kind of a blur ya know. The rush of winning that match, being told by Carter I am going to be a daddy, and how focused I have been on that I really don't remember everything she said, and honestly I haven't had the time for really damn good reasons to go back and here her words, but I do remember one thing she said, and that is she won't lie down for anyone…

Scotty taps his finger with his cheek and paces back and forth.

Scotty Latimer: Helena, no one is asking you to lie down or expects you to, because you won't have a choice in the matter. I'll knock you down, pin or submit you dead center of this ring, and take what I feel I deserve and have worked for. Because lets face it. I can't fail anymore, and even though you are a great champion and wrestler not even you can get in my way. You're approaching your Final Wave as champion…

The crowd cheers again.

Scotty Latimer: And as far as tonight in the main event between her and Xavier. Just like I said on Twitter, they will fight, they will entertain, and that's my guarantee to each and everyone of you. So stay tuned…

Latimer tosses the microphone out and leaves the ring and goes back up the stage and disappears behind the curtain but then a loud thud is heard and Scotty comes crashing back through the curtain. He’s lying there at the top of the entrance way when Kendrick Kross appears with a chair in hand and a referee next to him. Kendrick drops down and pins Scotty and gets the three count and the win… Becoming the new Anarchy Champion.

WINNER
And new Anarchy Champion… Kendrick Kross
METHOD
Pinfall
FINISHING MOVE
Chairshot

BACKSTAGE
Derrick is standing in the backstage area, waiting for Mimi thim. In the meantime, he realizes he should probably cut a promo? Especially after what happened last week, he definitely should. So without anyone knowing that he wasn’t originally planning on cutting a promo, he looks at the camera with a smile.

Derrick: Last week wasn’t my best showing.

A bit of an awkward laugh from the former 2x MMA Champion as he tries to bring up what seems like a rather embarrassing loss.

Derrick: Look, I can sit here with a grin and make every excuse in the book. I could even pull an Auburn and say that I was “unmotivated” in my match and that’s why I lost. However, that’s not who I am. At Liberation 46, Bianna Leigh Clark was the better wrestler, she beat me fair and square, and I lost.

Derrick waives it off, as if the situation is over and he won’t let it hang over his head anymore.

Derrick: My last Liberty run wasn’t great, and I’m already off to a bad start in this run, but Jade Night has seen it fit to give me a huge opportunity tonight. It’s a new episode, it’s a new start, and Jade Night has put me up against a former Liberty Champion… and she is also my sorta cousin-in-law.

He can’t help but laugh at the fact that he is facing Honey in a match tonight. He seems to be a good sport about it though.

Derrick: Now, Mimi already told me that she’s on my side for this… thanks to Twitter, but I can’t say I’m not a bit nervous and excited for this. I mean, on one hand, I have the opportunity to topple one of the best former champions in this company. On the other, I might make this upcoming Thanksgiving pretty awkward.

Still a funny situation to most, but Derrick realizes that this is going to be a tough match for him. He sees Honey for the challenger that she is.

Derrick: This match is the biggest match I have EVER had in Liberty. This is huge for me, and even if it was Mimi, I wouldn’t treat her any different from anyone else in this company. Tonight, I’m going to face Honey in that ring. She’s going to be a damn challenge for me, but I have no choice but to get the win tonight.

His face gets a bit more serious for a moment.

Derrick: The embarrassment I felt two weeks ago, can’t happen again. I am tired of not being a main event wrestler, after years of being in the main event of different combat sports, and I am tired of letting minor mishaps wear me down in my wrestling career. So I will march in that ring, I will take on an absolute stellar talent in Honey Smith, who is my boss in Southside and my cousin-in-law out of the ring, and I will put on an absolute main event caliber performance as I beat her and start getting some positive momentum in this company.

Mimi finally appears in the shot, having come around the corner from that spot you can’t see. She walks up and hugs Derrick, so he puts his arm around her.

Derrick: So, Honey, I wish you the best of luck tonight in our match. I am absolutely excited for this match and opportunity. However, I’m not going to let this slip away this time. I still hope we can walk out of this match as better friends, family, employee/employer, and whatever else we are in this weird world.

Mimi: Aw, Bam Bam, you’re so sweet!

She kisses him on the cheek, and he smiles, queuing them to walk away and get ready for the match.

BACKSTAGE
A small army of techies and production staff are hard at work behind the scenes. The lead techie belts out instructions as they all work together to ensure the show runs smoothly.

They make a modest attempt at social distancing, but are more focused on the task at hand. Until they hear rage-filled footsteps approaching.

Silence takes hold of the air when Precious Pepper Vain rounds the bend of the hallway.

Like an old western, everybody… and I mean everybody finds someplace else to be…

The agitated former Anarchy champion strides through them.In a sudden surge of brutality that is usually saved for her enemies in the ring, Vain grabs a hold of the lead techie by his forearms and drags him in close.

Though terrified, he does not attempt to pull away, nor does Vain seem like she would permit him leave without a struggle.

Her patience is tissue-thin.

PPV: "Where is Night."

Techie: "S-She’s off premises right now, I’m sure she’ll be back, but I swear to God, I don’t know when!"

Vain narrows her eyes and shoves the techie away. He scampers off like a rat and the cameraman looks ready to join him, moving a few paces back.

Yet with a gesture from Vain he stops dead in his tracks.

PPV takes a few measured steps towares the camera.

She runs the fingers of one hand through her hair and regains a measure of poise. But all the dignity in the world cannot hide the anger overtaking her expression.

PPV: "I knew something smelled foul, but I gave Liberty Pro too much credit."

She sensed it ever since her last exchange with Night before the show.

PPV: "The comeback of Liberty Pro was meant to cement my status as one of wrestling's elite main event performers, but oh, no, can’t have that can we… I had hoped this would be a pure, honest fresh start for young people to test the future that lies in store for them…"

Her anger bubblijg over, PPV’s teeth chatter out of sheer frustration.

PPV: "That woman, if you can even call her that, doesn’t have the faintest damn clue. This all started from Jade Night thinking i had to "earn" the headliner match.You want to talk about earning it? I work harder than anybody in this company and that's a fucking fact. I wrestle weekly at GEW, here in liberty and I'll be duking it out in LA soon enough too. Meanwhile half the roster get carpal tunnel shooting their wads over Twitter, yet only a handful of those ignorant, pretentious pigs can even stand in front of a camera for a minute. No respect for this company. No love for this company. Either they’ll shoot a promo faster than you can take a piss, or they’ll just pop up for the match and leave without so much as a word like our last Gotham champion. I can’t even remember that bitch’s name but she

BACKSTAGE
The scene opens just outside the catering area inside of the Hammerstein Ballroom, where Tyson Gregory is leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in his hand. Once he sees the camera, he casually rolls his eyes as the camera comes up to him.

Tyson Gregory: I bet you guys would want a little bit of insight with where my mind is with this upcoming tag match that has me paired up with Carmen against Joss and Dex, huh?

Tyson reaches out and makes the camera give a nod up and down like it was saying yes to him.

Tyson Gregory: Okay okay, you twisted my arm… I’ll give a bit of insight with where I stand with this. World’s worst kept secret is that Carmen doesn’t like me, is mad at me and finds me incredibly handsome. But please let’s just try to be semi-professional and just focus on the first two, can you agree to that?

Again he reaches out and makes the camera nod in agreement.

Tyson Gregory: Alright so, for anyone not following her or myself on Twitter… First of all, how dare you for not following my quality programming and second of all, I kind of get why you don’t follow her, I mean Brien Storm isn’t even. But if you haven't, you wouldn’t know that besides posting random and obnoxious pictures all the time, Carmen is hung up on that battle royal she didn’t win last show. It’s kind of obsessive and over the top, I know right? Anyway, on top of that she keeps taking things I tweet and then repacking them for herself and as we all know, that’s just not Gucci.

He gives a knowing wink to the camera.

Tyson Gregory: I am almost certain this stems from me saying that Pepper was hotter than Carmen. So that just solidified two theories for me is that one, the truth hurts and two, Carmen’s ego is egg shell fragile. Now hopefully you’re not taking this as me trash talking or bad mouthing Carmen here. Unlike her I would NEVER do that to my tag team partner. You’re talking to someone that has won multiple tag team championships with more than just one partner. Hi Julian! So I know how important being considerate of your partner really is. I really hope Carmen doesn’t spend all her time saying negative things about me or how she’s going to be the star in this matchup because I really need her focused on the task at hand.

He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.

Tyson Gregory: That’s why I mentioned all those things about Carmen, she’s my tag partner tonight and I’m worried about her focus. It’s enough that I’m going to have to do the heavy lifting in this match to keep up with Joss and Dex but to do even more than my share that I’m already taking on is a lot to work with. So you should really feel sorry for me if I didn’t have such amazingly broad and strong shoulders to carry such a Carmen sized load.

He is quick to put a hand up to the camera and shake his head.

Tyson Gregory: Now before you say anything about Carmen and taking loads, I am just going to have to say that I did not come up with the term Carmen sized loads… Just like I didn’t say she looks like a camel. That was really rude and the person knows it was. I gave him a stern talking to over ice cream sandwiches.

Tyson shakes his head and places a hand on the side of the camera.

Tyson Gregory: I thought you agreed to keep this semi-professional? It’s really inconsiderate that you guys keep bringing up such negativity about my tag team partner. You know she’s just going to get bent out of shape and try to blame me for all of this like she did with her losing that battle royal. Great, now I have to deal with that with having to carry her in this match. Thanks a lot… Some friend you turned out to be. Next time I’m eating your ice cream sandwich too.

Tyson gives the camera a slight bump as he pushes off the wall and starts to walk through catering, turning for just a moment to point at the camera.

Tyson Gregory: And don’t forget I want to see those notes on me Joss!

He makes the ‘watching you hand gesture’ before leaving the scene as it fades to black.

BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross was sneaking out to the parking lot with the Anarchy Championship in his hands, he had finally done it! He had the championship he wanted for so long! He was heading towards what he thought was his uber and he waved it towards him.

Kendrick Kross: Come on! Let’s go!

The Uber didn’t stop and it crashed into Kendrick and he slammed right into it’s windshield. Suddenly, Tamsin, Claire and Quinn exited the vehicle, along with a referee.

Tamsin: Do your damn job, ref!

Tamsin pulled Kendrick off of the car and pinned him, picking up the three count and winning the Anarchy Championship back.

Tamsin: Later nerd!

Tamsin and her friends make their way back into the car and back away before pulling out of the garage, disappearing with the Anarchy Championship.

WINNER
And new Anarchy Champion… Tamsin
METHOD
Pinfall
FINISHING MOVE
Vehicle crash!

BACKSTAGE
Never one too keen on giving interviews, Helena Noir always prefered a more direct approach to speak her mind, with no middlemen to steer the conversation off topic or misinterpret her words. Nobody was surprised to see her sitting on a crate in a hallway backstage, that was a sight the Liberty fans grew quite accustomed to. What was surprising were the opening words of her speech.

Helena Noir: Enjoying the show so far, Moss?

The question came with a taunting smirk.

Helena Noir: The newest addition to your roster you announced with such fanfare lost her precious trinket. And guess whose fault that is? You're like King Midas, only everything you touch doesn't turn into gold. More like it rots, starting an ineluctable process of decay.

The Liberty Champion ran a hand through her now blonde hair.

Helena Noir: I can already hear the public protest that will rise, the indignation, the Jade screwed PPV outcries. In reality, there's nothing to be so upset about, no conspiracy theory… What happened earlier tonight, that's science, kids…

There was the briefest of pauses, before the tattooed Liberty Champion added an explanation to her words.

Helena Noir: Isaac Newton's Third Law Of Motions states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. What Jade did, was what every good General Manager would have done. Protect her asset.

Helena hopped off the crate, grabbing the Liberty Championship that was resting next to her and placed it over her right shoulder.

Helena Noir: And I'm not talking about some, although talented, superstar..

She said this last word drawing quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

Helena Noir: Champions come and go, some sooner than others. But no champion is greater than the title they're holding, no talent is bigger than the company they work for, no brand is more important than the one you’re signed to.

A quick glance at the title, before continuing.

Helena Noir: But enough talking about the others, let’s go back to the main attraction of the night. The Liberty champion, yours truly, against the GEW Grand Champion Xavier. A match someone has been trying to sell as the battle of two worlds, a clash between the two top champions to determine the superior brand…

As a light chuckle escaped her lips, Helena shook her head.

Helena Noir: It’s really not. This is a Liberty match between the Liberty Champion and a Liberty talent who happens to wrestle for GEW as well. Same goes for the special referee, another Liberty contracted wrestle. Grand Endurance Wrestling is just a footnote here inside the Hammerstein Ballroom, and Maybelline Moss is nothing but a guest. Or a bad memory, if you prefer.

At this point, nobody should really be surprised to hear this kind of animosity toward the owner of GEW from Helena.

Helena Noir: I don’t know what to think about my upcoming match. I saw the interactions between Xavier and Scotty, I’m aware that one of them is the next in line for a shot at my title and the other certainly has his sight on it as well. I pictured a few scenarios in my head, we’ll see which one will be playing out. Or if they manage to surprise me. Regardless, let’s not forget the lesson we learned today.

One last smile at the camera before she started to walk away.

Helena Noir: For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction.”

BACKSTAGE
'Your Favorite Drug' by Porcelain and The Tramps filled the air with its catchy harmony and suggestive lyrics. Those black velvet curtains were thrown open as none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged out onto the top of the stage. That oh so arrogant smirk was glued to his face as per usual and he was dressed and ready to go, decked out in a pair of worn jeans that were torn in several places. Rather than his usual white tank top, Xavier wore a black t-shirt which sported a GEW logo across the chest of it. Speaking of GEW, that Grand Championship was secured down the front of Xavier's jeans, the majority of the title dangling in front of his crotch.

Taking that trip down the ramp, Xavier would occasionally stop and rock his hips, allowing that title to move back and forth. Reaching the bottom of that ramp, Laroux made his way around ringside only to approach a ring attendant, being handed a microphone as he did so.

With microphone in hand, Xavier rolled in under the bottom set of ropes before popping to a stand in the middle of the ring. That smirk of his growing larger, Xavier brought the microphone up high enough for it to pick up his words as clearly as he spoke them.

Xavier Laroux: 'Never let anyone say I'm not a givin kinda guy. Someone wants somethin from me and as long as it's not too extreme..I'll prolly do it. And I mean..isn't this what you wanted, Helena? With ya fuckin paranoia kickin in. Ooohh, GEW is out to get me. This is all a big set up. I gotta nice rack but I'm bout stupid as shit.'

Laroux couldn't help but to laugh out nearly as soon as those words left his mouth. Bringing his free hand up, he held it over his mouth, shaking his head as he did so. Letting that hand drop back down to his side, he continued on.

Xavier Laroux: 'But you see..that's not what this has been about. It never has been. This match isn't gonna show a superiority from either promotion. We do that the right way. But what this match is gonna prove? Who's the better champion. And you can say whatever you like..base your entire thought of me on a Battle Royal performance that happened after two other matches. You're bouta have one fuckin huge surprise dropped into your lap.'

Nodding in agreement with his own words, Laroux reached up to rub his hand across the top of his head, moving it to the back for just a moment.

Xavier Laroux: 'Not just one surprise however. As we all know, our match tonight has a Special Guest Referee..number one contender to YOUR Championship..Scotty Latimer. See, I've kinda known Scotty for a long time now. And people..they don't give Scotty the credit he deserves. But I do. He may gotta voice that just fuckin makes me wanna fight..but he's smart. He knows damn well that all he hasta do is just turn his head, get distracted, however you wanna put it, and his chances of snatchin that gold go sky fuckin high. And who in their right fuckin mind wouldn't capitalize on that?'

Those words from Xavier came out as a matter of factly as he wasted no time, continuing on with just what he had to say.

Xavier Laroux: 'See Helena..this?'

Keeping hold of that microphone, Xavier slipped out of that GEW t-shirt to reveal his bare upper half. With that free hand, Xavier moved his hand along his chest and stomach for emphasis.

Xavier Laroux: 'This is a hundred percent cocked and fuckin ready to go. And THAT makes me a dangerous fuckin man.'

That smirk Laroux slowly dropped, taking on a more sinister vibe to it.

Xavier Laroux: 'THAT is gonna show you and everyone else watchin that Ima better champion than you'll ever fuckin imagine. Now let's get this shit started.'

With a flick of the wrist, Xavier tossed the microphone off to the side. Slipping the strap of the belt from his jeans, he raised it high above his head before handing it off to the same ring attendant that he got the microphone. Xavier began bouncing from foot to foot as he loosened himself up, waiting for things to get going.