Liberation: Episode Forty-Eight, August 25th, 2020

BACKSTAGE
With two back to back losses since coming to Liberty Pro, Nathalie Genevieve was growing increasingly frustrated with herself, knowing that she is fully capable of doing better in the ring. Before her match at the last show, Nathalie had a tremendous amount of confidence… but look at the events that transpired. This time though, things were ever so slightly different in that it seemed as though she was battling herself.

She was pacing around the backstage area, phone in her hand and pressed to her ear, dressed in a new colorful graffiti print two piece wrestling gear that was accented with coral orange trim and lettering. She had a somewhat worried look upon her face but a smile upon her lips, leaving one to wonder what was going on inside her head. Eventually, Nathalie puts the phone on speaker and holds it in front of her as she continues to slowly pace around.

Nathalie: Baby, I just… I’ve given both matches my all and it hasn’t been enough. I don’t know what else I… Are you at the concession stand?

Lucas (voice): Um… I plead the fifth?

Nathalie: Lucas… if I can’t have nachos until later then it’s only fair that you don’t have any either. It’s like a solidarity thing.

Lucas (voice): Uh… too late?

Nathalie sighs pretty audibly as you can hear Lucas saying thank you after receiving said chips with cheesy dip.

Lucas (voice): If I promise to take you out for nachos after the show, and do that thing you like, will you not mention the fact that I’m eating these right now?

Nathalie: *sighs* Well given the fact that nachos at events usually aren’t even that great… I’ll take that offer. But you better make sure you’re limber enough for that other thing.

A slight giggles escapes from her lips as she starts twirling her blonde hair around her free index finger.

Lucas (voice): I knew you would. Now as for the other thing, I know you can do it. And I know that you know you can do it. Just because you’ve gotten two losses in a row… doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen again tonight. Look at what you did with your GEW debut.

Nathalie: Yeah… I guess you’re right. Besides, my opponent tonight is just another spoiled rich bitch. She’s grown up with money, never having to work for anything in her life and her dad probably paid for her tits… and training. While I… I’ve had to fight for everything I’ve had. I’ve had to deal with so much hate because people can’t either handle my honesty or are just that damn jealous.

Lucas (voice): Are you letting people get int your head or something? Because if you are… that is very unlike the woman that I fell in love with.

Nathalie: No… I’m getting into my own head. I’m a stubborn bitch at times, you more than anyone should know this. But you’re right… look at how my first few GEW matches went down and the path that I’m on now. I just need to stop being thick in the head.

Lucas (voice): Bingo! Now… I’m going to go and get to my seat because my woman’s match is coming up and I want to make sure I’m not fighting to get there while it’s going on.

Nathalie: And don’t forget to tape it so I can watch it when we get back to the hotel room.

Lucas (voice): I’ll tape it but you won’t be watching it later tonight. You have to focus on…

Nathalie: Oh yeah… that dipshit in GEW. I got it, I got it.

There’s a brief pause.

Lucas (voice): So… are you feeling better now?

Nathalie: Yeah. That’s one of the things I love the most about you. You always know just the right things to say when I’m feeling down on myself.

Lucas (voice): Good… now go out there and kick some ass.

With a full smile on her face, Nathalie ends the call and tucks her phone into her wrestling top.

Nathalie: Bianca won’t even know what hit her.

And with that, Nathalie turns on the balls of her feet as she heads back to the locker room to leave her phone with the rest of her things before her match begins.

BACKSTAGE
Dante Chapel:Please welcome at this time to the interview area, “Classy” Bianca Page.

Bianca walks into the scene just to Dante’s left.

Dante Chapel:Don’t you look lovely this evening.

“Classy” Bianca Page(Blushes):Thank you Dante. You don’t look so bad yourself.

Dante Chapel:Welcome to Liberty Pro, Bianca. Tonight you had a grueling debut match against Nathalie Genevive.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Without a doubt it was a grueling match. Both Nathalie did our fair share of talking over the past couple of weeks. We brought the intensity in the ring just like we brought the intensity arguing over Twitter. The way I battled in the ring tonight is what I do each time I step into the ring and will do so here in Liberty Pro.

Dante Chapel: At one point Nathalie commented you don’t seem like the run of the mill nice girl.

“Classy” Bianca Page:I can appreciate Nathalie trying to throw me off my game. While she may have a predetermined disposition of how I am supposed to act and she may think I was acting like my four sisters or parents but that is far from the truth. What Nathalie got to experience was my claws coming out because while I am normally the good girl I will fiercely fight for myself, the people I care about, and doing what is right.I don’t think anybody who steps into the squared circle does so with the mindframe that we are going to play nice with each other. We are trying to win a wrestling match. Wrestling isn’t exactly golf, tennis, badminton, or anything that can be played at a country club. I signed with Liberty Pro to show that I am a great athlete and competitor.

Dante Chapel:Thank you, Bianca.

Bianca walks out off screen.

RINGSIDE
“Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA system and out walks Nathan Callaghan, to the surprise of the crowd. The owner is now running Thunder Dome and has left Liberty in the hands of Jade Night but here he is, making a rare appearance. Nathan soon gets into the ring and calls for a mic. He then begins to speak.

Nathan Callaghan: I know, you’re all wondering what I’m doing here. Don’t get me wrong, I think Jade is doing a fine job so far but there are a few things that I haven’t enjoyed so far. One of them is this war with GEW. Yeah, I had my problems with Maybelline but together? We solved them and we are on friendly footing. So this feud? It stops tonight.

Nathan nods his head before continuing on.

Nathan Callaghan: And as an extension of good faith? I am changing the main event slightly. If Xavier Laroux and Precious Pepper Vain win, they will both become number one contenders for Helena Noir’s Liberty Championship. So good luck, Scotty and Helena… You’re going to need it.

Nathan drops the mic and his music hits once again. He exits through the ropes and heads out to the backstage. The scene cuts away.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as David Rosenburg rubs his hands together and looks off in the distance. A grin cracks his mouth as he begins to talk.

David Rosenburg: Tag Team action tonight ladies and gentlemen. It’s the hottest, freshest, and future Liberty Tag Team Champions in JACKAL! As they face off against the boring, overhyped and white toast of the tag team division in Girls of Summer.

Looking into the camera, David takes his glasses off and waves his hands around as he talks to the camera.

David Rosenburg: Ok a word of advice, please change your tag team name because it sounds less like a wrestling name and more of a Softcore Porn title that's on Pornhub or something. Ok? But you know what? Don’t even bother changing the name because you two ladies don’t stand a chance tonight. Look at you and look at my boys. They look like wrestlers who can kick ass while you two look like you should be selling samples at the food mall in nowhere Idaho. So do us all a favor. After my boys beat you up and smear your makeup all over the canvas, just hand the titles over to me and move on with your sad and pathetic lives, alright? Ok? Maybe go to community college and I don’t know, be a teacher or waste your money and get a degree in gender studies. The world is your “oyster” so they say. Because this is a fight you don’t want and it’s a fight you can’t win.

Putting his sunglasses back on his head, David gives a smile as he walks off.

BACKSTAGE

The scene opens just outside of the Hammerstein Ballroom, where Tyson Gregory is sitting on a production crate. He looks up at the camera and offers a simple smile.

Tyson Gregory: A shell of myself. That’s what Carmen wants to say that I am. Being a shell of myself means that I no longer have the talent or spirit that I once had. That I lost my enthusiasm or optimism that I once had. Because why? I lost a battle royal? Hell, I’ve never won a battle royal, I’ve been very vocal that I hate them because talent and skill mean nothing in them. But if I had lost that fighting spirit, would I have stopped that pin break up last show? Would I have put in that effort if I didn’t care anymore? You see, just because Carmen and I had a small, fleeting moment together she thinks she knows who I am…

He shakes his head, a chuckles escaping him.

Tyson Gregory: Facts are this Carmen. Everything you think you know about me? I am the reason you know it. You only know what I want you to know, what I allow you to know. I literally have been spoon feeding you what you know about me. Why? Because since you first crawled back up here from whatever pit you’ve been in Mexico, you’ve had your sights set on me. Not the other way around. You have been calling out my name and trying to put a target on my back. But you should be more careful about who you target. I’ve left you beat down and out twice now and that’s just me playing around. If I really wanted to focus on taking you down? I know how bad your ribs really are. I know that more than once in your career you’ve had to take time away cause your ribs are incredibly fragile.


He shrugs for a moment.

Tyson Gregory: Is that the real reason you’ve been in Mexico for the last three years? Recovering from the last time you got those ribs battered and needed the break? Maybe not trusting your body enough to get back into the ring again since they’ve been hurt countless times before? Rib injuries are a bitch Carmen… Cutting into your side with each labored breath, the more the match pushes on the more pain and pressure it puts on your body. Ripping into your focus and making you do things in matches that you just wouldn’t do with a sound mind.

Tyson takes a moment to let out a small sigh.

Tyson Gregory: Now that I’ve taken out the trash, let’s focus on the lightning bug. Now I’m sure you are probably thinking that since I’ve given Carmen that but of attention there that I don’t have my sights purely set on you. That’s just not how I am, that’s not how I function. You just didn’t really give me much to go with this time around, so I guess that means the talking for us will have to be in the ring.

He arches his brow as he pushes up from off the crate and walks into the building.

BACKSTAGE
The Scene flips to the parking garage where we find the familiar sound of click shoes escalating along the pavement. It's not long before the view of Liberty Pro’s one and only Light Bringer herself, Kaia Grainger is in view. There’s a small but wholesome smirk appearing over her features as the all white ensemble that has become synonymous with her name gleams brightly with the dimming lights of Brooklyn shown in the distance.

Kaia Grainger: “Welcome back to the Ballroom, another Liberation is at your doors and here we are. Me, Kaia G. Bringing you more light than the eye can see, but what more should be expected right.”

A faint laugh given before the camera zooms in closer. Realizing Every sparkle and gleam from the gown she wears until those gleams subside.

Kaia Grainger: “Tyson Gregory asked me in the build up of this match if I was someone who could let things go. That was just prior to him taking the evidence I presented to him about his character being less than exemplary, and then tried to use my very own phrasing against me. It was cute wasn’t it? The little quips and jabs that Tyson likes to take. The gifs, the cheap shots, all in a Tyson Gregory day.”

She raises a hand as if still she isn’t really sure what else to say on the subject before shrugging her shoulders.

Kaia Grainger: “Truthfully, I don’t have much beef with the guy, other than him wanting to show me the rafters during that battle royal which we both know was actually just in good fun since his sights were clearly on ruining a different girl’s day, but seeing her recent streak of comments you can see why she’s blue da ba dee ba daa and he was kind of vindicated for that action. He’s a multi-time champion, a wrestler for many years, been in the main event scene in other company’s and yadda yadda. He’s built up quite a resume and as someone who is strictly business, I can tell you how appreciative I can be of a good resume.”

She smiles softly.

Kaia Grainger: “So I’m granting him that chance that he wanted, to prove he isn’t the character he’s been painted to be and to just have some fun wrestling. Mind you I’m still not exactly trustworthy, but I’ve always got a little light shining and a few tricks up my sleeve if need be.”

A momentary pause is taken prior to her waving to the camera heading to change and make her way to the ring.

BACKSTAGE
The Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions, Girls of Summer are seen storming backstage after what happened during and after their match against JACKAL. Nami seems recovered after that vicious double spinebuster, even though one hand lingers at her back. Both of them look quite disgusted as they see the cameras, Coral thrusting her title belt at it before she frowns heavily.

Coral: You know, we had to put up with the Twitter yammering of JACKAL’s manager David Rosenberg coming into this match - even though we’re still pretty sure he’s stealing money from those two boys, I mean, look at them! But! But we’d hoped that despite all that we’d have something decent going on, but really, we shouldn’t have expected that!

Nami, watching her sister rant, shakes her head and steps up a bit herself.

Nami: Though what we’re not surprised about is the fact that David and his crew got to find out first hand what happens when you fuck around and find out, right? It’s hella rude, hella heckin’ rude, but understandable. He was out there taking those witches' names in vain, acting like one match would catapult JACKAL over every other team in Liberty, like they wouldn’t want to get even over it? Come on now.

Coral shakes her head, a seldom-seen solemn look on her features for a moment.

Coral: All that after trying to line jump everyone that might want a shot at our Liberty Tag Team Championships? Trying to Champ Shame us on Twitter instead of just going to ask the GM to make this a title shot? David screwed you guys! JACKAL, no matter how it happened or why, just got a win over us but because David would rather flap his fingers on social media instead of make a meeting with the GM? Well look at that, all JACKAL got was a win, and a well-deserved beatdown.

Nami: That part was fun, I think the fans liked it, so congratulations on that. Good show.

Coral: Great show.

The pair sigh in near unison before putting their tag title belts over their shoulders.

Coral: We’ll be waiting for whoever survives this dust up to come in on the swells and after our Championships, you can bet on that.

Something catches the Girls’ attention and they quickly exit the area, leaving the camera pointed at where they were before it cuts elsewhere.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cut backstage to Melanie finishing up warming up for her match. Beside her is her guest, GEW star, Kace Matthews. The two then start to strike up a conversation as Jade Night then walks into the room.

Jade Night: Melanie, I’m sorry to inform you, but RDC has decided to quit. You don’t have a partner tonight unless you can find someone at the last minute.

Jade’s attention then turns toward Kace.

Jade Night: As for you, I hope you don’t plan on trying anything funny with all this GEW vs Liberty hoopla going on.

Kace makes a cross around his heart.

Kace Matthews: I’m a good catholic boy! Cross my heart and hope to die.

Jade looks at him confused and somewhat annoyed before shaking her head. Meanwhile Melanie looks disappointed.

Melanie: Wait, what? No partner? So that's just it, no match? You can't just make it a singles match or something?

Melanie lets out a big sigh as frustration washes over her face.

Jade Night: No because that’s not fair to Dex or Joss. It’s either a handicapped match or you find a partner. But everyone here is pretty much booked so you’re out of lu-

Kace steps forward.

Kace Matthews: I’ll fight alongside Mel. I didn’t come prepared to fight but it’s fine, I won’t let her go out there alone.

Jade’s eyes widen in surprise.

Jade Night: Hmm… This is a good way to keep you occupied as well. It’s fine by me as long as you make it known to your boss that this was all your idea and not mine. I don’t want to hear Maybelline crying any more. So it’s good with me as long as it’s good with you, Mel, it’s your choice.

A spark appears in Melanie's eyes as she looks at Kace appreciatively.

Melanie: Yes, of course. You'd do this for me?

Kace smiles widely and nods emphatically.

Kace Matthews: Of course! I’ve got your back and I’d never let you go out there alone. It doesn’t matter where I’m contractually signed to wrestle, you know? Because if I can’t help out the people I care about, then what’s the point of any of this? Let’s do this!

Melanie throws her arms around Kace in a quick hug before fist bumping him.

Melanie: We got this!

Kace nods.

Kace Matthews: Hell yeah we do and after we win this!? I’m making pancakes!

Jade sighs and rolls her eyes before walking out of the room as Kace looks over to Mel.

Kace Matthews: What’s stuck up her butt? Is it the walnuts Xavier was talking about cracking in his butt earlier?

Melanie just shrugs as the scene cuts.

BACKSTAGE
With that mega announcement made by Nathan Callaghan, changing the whole complexion of the big Tag Team Main Event, cameras caught up with 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux backstage as he prepared for that match. And by preparing, he was messing around on his phone. His attention caught by the cameraman, he lifted his head up to look at the man with one of the biggest smirks he's ever worn.

Xavier Laroux: 'Hohohoholy shittt, y'all heard that just as clear as I did, right? That hadda be the single best fuckin move Nathan ever made. Next to nailin those two surfer chicks, of course.'

Laroux nodded his head as a matter of factly, his thoughts visibly trailing from their original path, he was able to catch them in time, shaking his head as he did so.

Xavier Laroux: 'But ya, like I was sayin. That fuckin announcement, man. Just like that, shit changed -everythin-. And now? After me and PPV show just how cohesive of a unit we can be and drop Helena and Scotty on their collective asses? We get our shots.'

That smirk took on a rather devious undertone as he brought his hands together, palms rubbing against one another.

Xavier Laroux: 'Not only do I get my getback for gettin fucked outta my match by Scotty, somethin JADE clearly wasn't gonna do. And now that I've mentioned bitchface, there's somethin else that's fuckin with my head a lilbit.'

As soon as those words left his lips, Xavier allowed his hands to drop back down to his sides, shaking his head as he did so.

Xavier Laroux: 'In GEW, our boss makes sure our Social Media Person keeps shit right down the middle, at least on the company's account. Somethin Jade clearly has a problem doin. Or mayyybe..it's somethin she agrees with. So if that's how it's gonna be then let's fuckin do it. After tonight, it's not just gonna be Scotty comin for that top spot in Liberty. Helena..you're gonna have the hottest GEW signing, in PPV, and you're gonna have the GEW Grand Champion comin to knock you off that fuckin high horse you rode in on.'

A slow nod of his head followed those words before Xavier brought his hands up to clasp behind his own head, looking rather nonchalantly as he did so.

Xavier Laroux: 'Goin back to that conversation we had. You can take that pride you have for this company and righteously shove it up your ass, Helena. And Twitterbitch, don't forget who the fuck I am. I honestly don't mind fuckin up a staff member. Now, get the fuck outta here, I gotta get ready for our shot.'

Without saying another word, Laroux went back into his phone as the cameraman turned the other way while the scene cut away.

BACKSTAGE
High off of the victory he had two weeks ago over Former Liberty Champion, Honey, Derrick La'Bell stood proud in the backstage area. His chest broad, his smile wide, and his ambitions high as tonight he looks to claim his first ever championship in professional wrestling. He looked at the camera with a mix of pride and confidence in his eyes.

Derrick: "Man, it feels good to be on the right track again. Forty Six seems like another lifetime ago, and now I'm on my way to a title shot."

Usually cool calm and collected, the enthusiasm is really leaking through this time. His smile is infectious and his good energy is just there. He continues on with his promo.

Derrick: "I've always wanted to win a 24/7 title like the Anarchy Championship, because you know I'm a big big dude. There's not a lot of people that want to run up on a guy like me and try to take stuff from me, especially a title. So I feel like I'd be a successful Anarchy Champ... Plus if I lose tonight, I can just try again 5 minutes later!"

Suddenly, he remembers who is the Anarchy Champion. His energetic good natured smile turns a bit mischievous.

Derrick: "Now as we know, Tamsin and I are no strangers in Liberty. Last year we beat the absolute crap out of each other for weeks on end. She'd hit me on the head with a chair, I'd spear her through literally everything, she'd try to ruin my matches, I'd try ruining hers. It was an absolute war, and though we've moved on, you can bet that we are going to head into this match like it was May of last year all over again. I'm gonna hit her first and GUARANTEE we get a new champion in this match, because I've kept a receipt all this time for her."

He changes his focus to the other people in the match now, as his voice falters a bit, because he's not as enthusiastic to beat up Brien and Killian as he is with Tamsin. It's just not as satisfying to him, but he tries to keep the same energy just the same.

Derrick: "Sadly though, I can't spend all my time talking about Tamsin though and how badly I want to punch her in the face, haha. Storm and Rory are just as important. I can't say I know a lot about either of them, but I also got the excuse of fighting in multiple combat sports, not just wrestling, so there's no way I can keep up with everyone."

A slightly awkward chuckle comes from Derrick, but he plays it off cool.

Derrick: "Brien is a big name. I've seen his name all over the place and though I may not be completely up to date with his adventures, I know he's a former World Champion. I know he's this talented wrestler, and I'm very excited to clash with him."

He takes a breath.

Derrick: "Same goes for Killian. All I know is that he's a wrestling school drop out who's shooting for the stars right now, and I bet he knows he's the underdog here. He's got a multi-time champ and psycho in Tamsin, he's got a multi time world champ in Brien, and a 2x Heavyweight MMA Champion in me. Kids got the whole match stacked against him, but I know better than everyone that those are the times when people show out the most and I'm excited to see what he's got to bring to this match."

Back to a fully and genuinely enthusiastic form, Derrick's still got that big smile on his face. He's feels like the world is backing him right now and he's only really got upwards to go.

Derrick: "Man, I'm excited, I'm motivated, I have momentum on my side, I have a bit of redemption on my side, and I have all the hunger in the world to walk away from this match with the Anarchy Championship tonight. I'm making big strides in Liberty right now, and I can't let it stop. I have trained my whole adult life for opportunities like these. I've gone all 5 rounds in MMA, I've gone 7 rounds in boxing, I've had Ironman matches in wrestling. I have the talent, the strength, the stamina. Now all I need to do now is win. I've got an old rival, an ultra-talented wrestler, and a hungry rookie looking to take me out first and I can't let that happen. So, I'm gonna come into this match fighting for my life and I'm gonna walk out as Anarchy Champ, even if it's just for a few minutes and I'm going to break this Championship drought that has gone on longer than I care to admit."

He pauses and smiles again.

Derrick: "Or I'll just try again a little later if I don't. We'll see!"

He winks and laughs at the camera before getting ready to walk away.

RECORDED EARLIER
The broadcast cuts to a wide shot of a stage and a podium lavishly decorated throughout with two large banners on each side with Brien Storm pictured on them. Both reading

Brien Storm: "Next Anarchy Champion".

The camera begins to pan in on the left side as Brien Storm followed by The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out. Brien looking all business from his demeanor to the $2000 Versace suit he's wearing. He takes to the podium.

Brien Storm: "Ladies and Gentlemen! Fans of Liberty Pro!"

His words echo for a moment in the large room.

Brien Storm: "Obviously I don't need to tell you that I'm one of the four in the hotly anticipated Anarchy Championship elimination match and of course I am. Being a perennial prizefighter and superstar it makes perfect sense that I'm in this match. Clearly Jade Night isn't as boneheaded as half the roster happens to think despite the fact that she still did throw in Killian Rory into the equation. The very same Killian Rory that I put away in about 5 minutes. I get it, he's a technical wonderkid, but he doesn't belong in this ring with not even a single win under him. Poor kid's gonna endure being a punching bag until he's the first eliminated. I mean that. He's not even close to being on my level from a technical standpoint, he doesn't have the power and toughness of Derrick La'Bell, and he doesn't have that wildcard craziness that Tamsin has made her trademark. Killian, mate you're a non-factor. Tonight ain't your night. Let me tell you whose night it is and who will be walking out of Liberation your new Anarchy Champion. It's your Favorite Worst Nightmare, Brien Storm. I'm not disillusioned, I'm going out there knowing I likely won't be able to secure all three eliminations, not when all I need is one. See no one outsmarts me especially in that ring. I know what all of you are going to do, even you Tamsin, and I'll brilliantly exploit all of it to my advantage. After all, like I've said the Anarchy Championship knows that it's gonna be right at home over my shoulder.”

Brien motions to his left shoulder.

Brien Storm: "I plan on and will be not only being the next Anarchy Champion but also being the next great Anarchy Champion! No pun intended but it's gone through anarchy in just one night two weeks ago to be nearly in my grasp, it deserves to be made great again. Thanks for having me! And to my opposition I'll be looking forward to everything."

The Calloways lead a smiling and forever confident Brien Storm off of the stage as we cut to the next segment.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to where Lilah Woods is standing, she's preening herself some in a reflection before she turns to the camera and offers up a shrug and a smirk.

Lilah Wood: You wanna know what I find really funny? The fact that everyone is still running around, acting as though they have any opportunity whatsoever left to make their mark in this company, like hey I got some new fresh idea that has never existed before, I’ll call Lilah basic. People like to forget the fact that before I was a tagteam champions, I had single success. I don’t need to go to new company, with some fresh start where I can pretend all my past failings don’t matter… unlike SOME of you, which is why I’m here, I’m here because I know that above everyone else, when I decide to do it I can dominate and will the competition and the mere fact that anyone looks down on me as though I can’t is absolutely ridiculous.

Lilah gives the camera an arrogant smile before flipping her hair. She drops her hands to her hips and cocks her head to the side in a self assured way before continuing to address the fans

Lilah Wood: And I don’t need to talk for 15 20 or 25+ minutes, boring the other living fuck out of everyone here just eat up airtime in order to make my point. I don’t need to do that, because everyone already knows that I’m a success. Anyone who has the audacity or ignorance to come out and claim that they don’t know who I am they’re only showing that arse to the world. I literally need five minutes inside the ring to show everyone exactly what I’m about so, go fucking bother someone else with these ridiculous backstage interviews I have better things to do with my time.

With that, Lilah waves the camera off.

BACKSTAGE
After the Anarchy title match one finds Precious Pepper Vain standing by backstage. The former Anarchy champion watches the last moments of Tamsin’s title defense on a wall mounted monitor.

She narrows her eyes at the finish. Fully prepared for her contest tonight, she is in her ring gear now. Having developed into one of the finest submission experts in North America, PPV knows all too well a golden opportunity has fallen into her lap.

The Laroux and Vain duo could be very lethal for the Liberty champion and her #1 contender. After being so vexed by events in the last Liberation, everything could change now.

Gustav Pascenko: "Penny for your thoughts?"

A well to do Gustav Pascenko steps into view, staring at the monitor just like PPV. The esteed mentor has been cleared to enter the arena thanks to some pulled strings with the upper brass. Vain could almost smile about it. Almost.

PPV: "I should have had one by now, G. What if Jade tries something tonight? Now that Nate's put a title shot up for grabs I wouldn't put it past her."

Gustav Pascenko: "These things require time, Precious. Do you want a 2 bit thug someone like Kross could slap around? Or do you want destruction as your right hand?"

PPV: "The latter obviously. Within reason. I don't want a mad dog."

Gustav Pascenko: "Exactly. Strength and absolute obedience don't often go hand in hand. Give me time. We'll find someone suitable. If we're to avoid another situation as with Tamsin, we ought to be properly prepared. As proud as I am of my prowess, even I have to admit my best fighting days are behind me. I might have been able to intercept her, I might not have been."

He looks amused at the thought of it.

Gustav Pascenko: "Besides, your real problem is Night. It wouldn't take her anything to ban a bodyguard as she did with me. I don't see her being excited about you having one. I can't imagine Mr. Callaghan giving you an endless supply of favours either."

PPV's full lips quirk.

Dante Chapel: "I trust I'm not interupting?"

In steps LPW's handsome interviewer. He carries a mic in one hand and a copy of the latest GQ magazine - which has been widely shared online by PPV's fans - that bears PPV herself on the cover. This and his warm presence brings a smile to PPV's features, as he shakes her hand affectionately.

Dante Chapel: "You've had quite an August, Pepper. Congratulations on the successful launch of Danger And Play. And for making the cover of GQ magazine. That doesn't happen every day."

PPV: "You would know I'm sure. Thank you, boo."

Dante Chapel: "The article talks in particular about how FGA Hall of Famer Cordy Stevenson, and Union star Zari Aliyah have a lot of faith in the project. It has its fans for sure--"

PPV: "Thousands upon thousands of them. We're talking over $5 million in the first 5 days."

Dante smirks.

Dante Chapel: "True, but there's also detractors as well. But before we get to that..."

Dante jerks his head to the monitor.

Dante Chapel: "How come you didn’t get involved in the scramble for the Anarchy title on the last Liberation? You definitely had a good shot at reclaiming it late into the night."

PPV scoffs, and her good mood melts away.

PPV: "I would let myself be consumed by maggots before dancing to Night's tune again. If people want the title that has the 24/7 rule turned on and off at a whim, be my guest. What happened on the last Liberation was a slap in the face by all of Liberty. I was taken for granted and I'm not letting that happen anymore. That's why Gus is here, despite her trying to ban him."

Dante Chapel: "Your well seasoned beef with Ms. Night is well documented, but it's the first title you ever won in your career. And… there's no two ways about it, you can't stand Tamsin either. Don't you want it back?"

Vain mulls her answer over.

PPV: "Yes, I still have some attachment to the Anarchy crown. But I’m not an emotionally weak athlete. I keep my eyes on the bigger picture. Sure, someone else has their hands on the Anarchy Championship now, but let's face it...if it isn't what I'm holding, who really gives a shit? Because at the end of the day, it's Precious Pepper Vain or bust."

Dante raises his eyebrows at this, he goes to ask another question but is startled when he hears the German speak, realising Gustav is still here.

Gustav Pascenko: "Look, we all know this kid has got a flair for the dramatic. She's a performer as well as a great wrestler with kicks and submissions for days and days. Precious made herself into a star. There are other crowns to win in Liberty. Winning tonight will send out a strong signal of intent about her ambitions to become a title challenger again. And she will. After all, she is Fortune’s Favorite. The Submission Savant. The Million Dollar Main Eventer. The Symbol of Excellence. The most electrifying girl on your timeline today."

Dante cocks an eyebrow at that last one, but Gustav merely laughs.

Gustav Pascenko: "I'll leave the rest of this to you, Precious."

He nods at Dante and takes his leave. Dante stares after him for a moment, with PPV shaking her head, smiling.

Dante Chapel: "Interesting fella."

PPV: "I like him."

Dante nods.

Dante Chapel: "Now… about those detractors I spoke of earlier… there were already voices saying you are undeserving of main eventing Liberation tonight. You lost your Anarchy title last time out and despite the 24/7 ruling seeming to clip your wings, it almost feels like you shrugged that off. The very next day you were in the main event in GEW. You're in tonight's showpiece with a very real chance of booking your place in a title match for Liberty’s premier championship. Some would--

PPV: "Look, Dante. I offer nothing but honest words, truly spoken. People like Old Man Latimer can’t stand that I never commit the deplorable sin of being boring. Heck, he's been a lobotomy case since I kicked his head off in GEW. Going around proudly proclaiming he’s the anarchy champion. I feel bad for him, man. That man is more confused than a homelss man under house arrest. So lemme explain this real quick.

PPV turns directly to the camera.

PPV: "You can’t replace the eyes I bring. I’m pulling in mainstream audiences. Only person who could warrant a main event spot aside from me is Tyson. And he ain't mad about seeing my hot ass on the apron."

"Time and time again, I have proven that attempts to pigeonhole me is a mug’s game: I just always find a way. I’m a girl for the big occasion. It took me one month to shine on the biggest stage of all -- Madison Square Garden -- and become Anarchy champion last year. I have the skill to absolutely look at home in a Pay-Per-View main event. I’ve even transcended the business outside the wrestling bubble and become a genuine face of the industry with Danger And Play.

My work in the company is not being recognised so I’m out to show why GEW paid mega bucks to sign me and put me straight into the main event. They have an important project and I am 100% included. Maybelline is building GEW around me.

Night, Old Man Latimer and Noir might want me to feel like I'm at the bottom of the sport's pecking order, but I'm not. I'm a champion in nature. A champion at heart.

When it comes to Xavier and I? Helena and Latimer are good, but they don't have enough tricks up their sleeves to beat the two of us. We're two of the most cunning people in Liberty. We're opportunists and we don't take opportunities lightly. Beating noir and Old Man Latimer? That is well within our bag. We can punch our tickets to the main event of the upcoming Pay-Per-View…. And when that happens, no one can say I’ve failed to take my chances at the highest level. Not even someone with her weird ass crush for me like Jade Night. Because tonight? I'm eating you all alive. Bet."

With a nod PPV heads to the guerilla area.

BACKSTAGE
Carmen Cambridge was looking over the sweet desserts in catering, picking up a cupcake and inhaling the scent of the vanilla frosting.

Carmen Cambridge: Oh my bad, didn't realize I was being followed by some pesky camera men.

The 'Gucci Girl' holds the cupcake up now and begins to walk away from catering, choosing to take up position by leaning against a wall in the hallway.

Carmen Cambridge: I guess ya'll wanna know what i feel about my match tonight with the former champion of Liberty herself, Miss Honey Boo Boo. Well let's do what I do best, and KEEP IT REAL. She's talented. She wouldn't have been the former champion of this company if she wasn't. But I also know that over time, things can change. Injuries happen, losses pick at you mentally, and bodies eventually break down from alla that. Honey for all she was, isn't appearing to be that former champion lately is she?

Cambridge raises a questioning eyebrow.

Carmen Cambridge: Let's look at what's happened since Liberty returned...AGAIN. Honey gets a shot at the Liberty championship, and what happens? Not only does she lose, but she taps out. If that were me? You woulda had to keep that hold on me all day and put me to sleep, because there's no way I'm tapping out during a Liberty championship match, but she tapped out and the after the match she had the AUDACITY to hug Helena.

Carmen looks disgusted at mention of the hug, even visibly cringing before continuing.


Carmen Cambridge: Who loses a title match and then HUGS the winner? That's some goofy stuff and I'm not even trying to be funny. But the very next show, she gets a match against that jacked up, Big D I'm talking about Derrick, and what happens? She loses again. AGAIN! That makes her 0-2 since the return compared to me, who WOULD have won that battle royal if Tyson didn't get his panties in a bunch and re-enter after I tossed him out to eliminate me, and let's not forget I won the tag match last show for my team. PLUS I have the hottest lil talk show in wrestling today with KEEPIN IT REAL. So if you compare miss Boo Boo to me? The difference is night and day. I'll do whatever it takes to win and i'm not shaking hands after, but Honey she's as soft as....

She pauses, holding up the cupcake she selected from catering just a few minutes ago.


Carmen Cambridge: A cupcake.

Carmen sinks her teeth into the cupcake and savors the flavor before making a disgusted face and tossing the treat onto the ground.


Carmen Cambridge: Ewww. Too sweet and soft.

Cambridge symbolically steps over the smashed cupcake and continues down the hallway.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Honey Smith is getting herself ready for the match against Carmen. Honey's taking a little inspiration from Carmen to make a little more sparkle in her outfit, with a pair of unicorn wrist pads, and brand new pair of wrestling boots to match.

Honey: Hello!

She greats the camera with a cheery smile, feeding off the support she'd had in leading up to this match.

Honey: So, tonight I have Carmen Cambridge who seems to have had a very grouchy week. She says a lot of stuff to me and, like, our boss and stuff. I know that running Liberty to be ship shape can be tough so I try to leave our boss lady alone, but that's kind of the differences between us.

Honey smiles at this, enjoying that there was different between herself and all her friends at Liberty.

Honey: She's a very flashy wrestler, with, like, a lot of talky talk. I try to be nice to all my opponents and then show them in the ring.

Honey smiles with a tight lipped expression, tapping her heels together like Dorothy before revealing a chocolate chip cookie from behind her back.

Honey: That I'm one tough cookie!

And she takes a bite of it. Not one to talk with her mouth full, Honey finishes that bite quickly.

Honey: And I really, really, REALLY want to get back into the race for your next Liberty Champion. I have to work hard, and play fair in the square. I hope Carmen isn't the type to cheat either. We're going to have a tip top match together and the better wrestler walks out the winner. I will try hard to show that's still me!

She taps her shoes together at the toes, thinking about the matches she had so far.

Honey: I know so far I haven't have a wonderful start, but the golden road to the Liberty Gold is different for everyone. I've had some bumpy bumps with Helena, and Derrick, but Carmen will be a windy, jumpy and jittery ride, since she's not a newbie after all!

She nods, showing she knows her opponent's had a long career, not just in Liberty, and Honey knows that.

Honey: But she will have to park at Honey junction after our match, since I'll be winning and racing to the next stop on the way back…..back to the Liberty Championship.

Honey then clacks her heels three times, just like Dorothy and closes her eyes. The camera gets right up close so when Honey opens them, the camera pulls back to reveal a much more colourful setting. Honey can hardly contain her excitement and heads off right to have her match.

BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts to a shot of the unmistakable coronet of ‘The Promised’ Freddie Hjalmar, the light gleaming off it’s golden metals and shimmering in it’s stones. We stay on it for a few more seconds until it is rapaciously snatched from its position by Freddie himself, placing it upon his head as the camera pans up to meet his eyes.

Freddie Hjalmar: It is entirely possible that I was too hasty with my words two weeks ago. It takes a big man to admit his mistakes, and I am that big man. I expressed a healthy level of disgust at being in the Gotham Championship tournament, and perhaps was wrong of me. That was not entirely princely of me, and for that I apologise. I said that after I win the championship I’d unify it with whoever was holding the Liberty Championship, but that would imply that the Liberty Championship is on equal footing with the Gotham Championship. Of course when I’m holding the Gotham Championship not only will it be the premier championship in this company, but honestly, the Liberty Championship will likely fall into irrelevancy. So I wouldn’t be unifying the Liberty Championship, in all actuality I’d be vassalising it.

He flashes a predominantly annoying toothy white grin, a knowing, confident tone to Hjalmar’s voice.

Freddie Hjalmar: I have the displeasure of being involved in a tag team match tonight, and two weeks on, even after seeing their performances then - none of them impress The Promised. I’m not going to do the tired old routine of running through each one of them and listing why they don’t impress me, because, honestly? I don’t care to. They just don’t impress me and that should be enough. Not a single one of them matches me in skill or experience, so to ask one of them to share the ring with me as an equal is an insult, and certainly one I will not be forgetting anytime soon.

Freddie’s grin having faded, his face is one of utter loathing, clearly not a fan of tag team wrestling.

Freddie Hjalmar: I have laid out the rules for Cerrano time and time again over the past few weeks; don’t get in my way, practice holding the tag rope and all will be fine...however as I’ve seen in this business throughout my storied career so far - some people’s egos are far...far too big. I fear this Max Cerrano is one of them. So heed this warning, don’t try to be that guy, don’t try to make a point, don’t try to do anything. Know your place, watching me rule, and thank me for putting a notch in your win column.

He grows into a sneer before he continues.

Freddie Hjalmar: I fully expect this to be a waste of time, but an opportunity to show the three of you exactly who you’re dealing with tonight may prove fruitful afterall. Until I see you...

With that Hjalmar raises a hand, swiftly closing it into a fist, signalling an instant cut to black before we go elsewhere.

BACKSTAGE
Tonight as the cameras find Brianna Leigh Clark she’s already moving, already heading out towards the gorilla position, focus clear on her features. Murmuring to herself a bit, before she looks side eye at the following camera. Pausing to adjust the strap of her top she exhales sharply before moving on, her voice clear but not too loud.

Brianna Clark: I know what I said, coming up to this match. That I’m not real keen on tag teams, especially in a team where I barely know my partner, against two of the most arrogant men on the Liberty Roster. One of them claims he’s a Prince, the other acts like he’s a King. Royalty in wrestling? That’s so overdone isn’t it?

A huffing breath before she turns the next corner, the camera keeping pace with her.

Brianna Clark: Smirking and sneering. Saying I’m dreary, saying I won’t be able to take the opportunity ahead of me. Saying I should just stay in the back and let TJ take a beating, and they’ll leave me alone. I’m not built like that, and I’m not sorry.

Brianna shakes her head as she slows, letting people move things around in the hallway before picking up her speed again.

Brianna Clark: I’m not a nothing, to be ignored just because someone else got it into their head they’re better than everyone else. So yeah, sure. Maybe I’m not some great tag team wrestler, but I know for a fact that I’m closer to being on the same page with TJ than either of you two are, and it wouldn’t surprise me if you backstab each other. Even if that’s not how I want to rack up another win in Liberty. No, I want to smack Cerrano right in his smug mouth. Rattle those teeth for him. I want to show Freddie exactly what I think of his idea of staying out of his way. It’s not too much to ask.

She takes a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly.

Brianna Clark: I just have to keep my cool, and watch for my moment.

A few more of those breaths to help her get her emotions in order and she nods sharply, giving the camera a big bright smile.

Brianna Clark: Won’t know until I try!

With that she seems to see TJ ahead and surges forward, leaving the camera behind.

BACKSTAGE
The camera approaches TJ Techniques as he's pacing back and forth in the halls of the Hammerstein Ballroom. The mic picks up on TJ psyching himself up for tonight's Headline match. Upon feeling the presence of the camera, TJ stops and turns his attention to him.

TJ Techniques: The cream always rises to the top. That's been my mindset since starting out here in Liberty Pro. I wasn't gonna whine about my position. I wasn't gonna complain about my placement on the card. At the end of the day, my skillset would speak for itself. My work inside the ring would do all of the talking for me. In time, talent will separate itself from the rest. As you can see, that is exactly what's happened here during my short time in Liberty Pro. First show? I showed out against Nathalie Genevieve? Second show? I made the most of my opportunity and won my Gotham Championship Qualifier. Tonight, I'm in the headline match. To make it even better, it's a tag team match. For those that have rocked with me for a while, you're gonna be seeing someone different standing in my corner during this tag match. But it's someone that I believe will do everything they can to help us walk out of here tonight with the W. On the other side of the ring? Fred Hjalmar and Max Cerrano. All four of us won our Gotham Championship Qualifiers two weeks ago. This right here is a preview of things to come. For some of us that don't have any code of honor, this is a chance to leave our partner hanging high and dry. It's a short term loss that could net us a long term game. Who cares about taking a loss tonight if it means out partner isn't able to continue in this Gotham Championship chase going for. You even tried to pull a fast one, Freddie, when you encouraged Bri Leigh Clark to leave me to the lions. Unlike you, Bri's not on that sucker shit. She's not willing to sacrifice her partner for the night just to save herself. Bri isn't as enthusiastic as I am about tag team wrestling. But we do agree on one thing and that's shutting you two the hell up here tonight.

TJ Techniques: Max Cerrano. Now here's a cat that thinks he's above us. He's a guy that wouldn't dare let out names pass through his lips. He's a guy that wouldn't dare acknowledge our existence. Well Max, you're gonna have a hard time ignoring Lil Mama Pump when she's military pressing you all around the ring. You're gonna have a hard time ignoring me when you're getting served up a two piece. Whether you like it or not, when the night is over, you will say our names. You will acknowledge our presence and you will acknowledge the L that the two of us give you later on. You can believe that. As far as you go, Fredo, I already know what type of time you're on. Oh yeah, I do my homework. You got some talent. But you're also not above going low. I see how you roll over there in Underground with Thing 1 and Thing 2 - aka the Royal Guard at your side. I know you're not above letting them get involved. I know you're not above taking any and all shorts. A guy like you has never been interested in shooting the fair one. You've only been interested in getting to the top, by any means. I gotta say, I can't hate on the honesty. I can hate on your bitch behavior. But your honesty? Never that. I will say this though. Me and you? We're on opposite ends of the spectrum. We come from different worlds. I'm no protégé. My family doesn't have a decade plus of excellence in the game. Wrestling isn't in my DNA like you, Henny and the rest of your ilk. But you know what I got over you, homeboy?

TJ points to his chest.

TJ Techniques: That right there. And let me tell you something. I've got more heart than you could ever imagine. Heart is what pushes you through the toughest of times inside that ring. Heart is what makes you wanna keep fighting when your arms are burning up, your legs are spent and you just feel like giving up. Heart is what separates the real from the fake. Heart is something that your daddy's money can't buy. We're gonna find out how much heart you truly have, boy.

TJ Techniques: Then there's you, Bri. I know that things between us didn't start off on the right foot right after this match was announced. But I believe that tonight, you and me are heading into this match on the same page. There's no egos on our side, ma. Everything's copacetic over here. You ask Freddie? He's leading his team. You ask Max? Fred is following HIS lead. Maybe they'll get it together come bell time. Maybe they'll still be on some bull. But we can't pin our hopes of winning this match on them being dysfunctional. We've gotta work together as one. We gotta work as that cohesive unit. We gotta be better than them. Whatever happens down the line with the Gotham Championship, that's then. Tonight? We're gonna let the rhythm hit Ceranno, we're gonna set Fred straight, and we're gonna walk out of there with our heads and our arms held high. Neither of us wants to hear those two going on... and on... and on... and on... and on about how they beat us tonight. We both know how they are. So let's go out there, do what we gotta do, and get that W.

BACKSTAGE
A camera crew finds Scotty Latimer sitting backstage away from everyone preparing for his match. A plate from catering sits next to him with chicken breasts and rice.

Scotty Latimer: So I guess you want my response to what was announced earlier right? That if the Fashion Princess and Xavier Laroux wins tonight the Liberty championship turns into a four way. I'm fine with that…..

Scotty takes a bite from his plate of chicken and looks into the camera chewing.

Scotty Latimer: What were you expecting me to bitch and complain? I won't because hell if they win tonight they deserve to be in it. But that's a big IF…..its a big if. They are facing the champeen herself and the guy that survived a battle royal to become number 1 contender. It seems all Precios Pepper cares about is phony promises about submitting everyone and Danger and Play advertisements. And as far as Xavier goes? He's a unique cat so who knows.

Scotty takes another bite from his place.

Scotty Latimer: But IF they do win…...it becomes a four way so what. It doesn't change the fact that no one wants that Liberty Championship nor than Scotty Latimer does. What it means is instead of planting Helena on her face I get to also plant the fashion designer and Laroux as well on their stupid faces. It's going to be a Final Wave for all and I will be standing over them all. So it doesn't matter whether it's me and Helena or all four of us. That Liberty title is coming home with the Brooklyn Kid, because trust me….no one wants it more than I do. Failure is not an option...so strap up folks. It's going to be a hell of a ride!

Scotty goes back to eating.

Scotty Latimer: Jesus this chicken is dry….I need some gravy. There's gravy right?

Scotty exits the area as the show returns to the ring.

BACKSTAGE
Helena Noir: I have one question for you. Why?

The voice, calm and assertive, was that of the Liberty Champion Helena Noir. The target was Nathan Callaghan, former owner of LPW who just came back to NYC for one night only and already left his mark on the show, adding a special stipulation to the tag team main event.

Helena Noir: “What’s the point in all this? What are you trying to prove by coming here and starting pulling strings?”

Helena pushed herself off the wall she was leaning against, stepping in front of Nathan and blocking his path. Nathan looked at the Liberty Champion that Helena had on her and tapped it before replying.

Nathan Callaghan: “You know, you wouldn’t have that if it wasn’t for me. Jade asked, ‘should we reset everything?’ And I told her no. I said I liked that Helena as champion, I think she would be a great leader.”

He leaned closer to her and smiled.

Nathan Callaghan: “You want to know why I’m here pulling the strings? Because I don’t want my champion to be coddled. I want them to face adversity and to see if they come back for more.”

Nate leaned back and shrugged.

Nathan Callaghan: “It’s as simple as that. So what’re you going to do about it, Helena?”

The champion listened to his words carefully, her eyes never leaving the controversial former owner, studying every micro- expressions on his face.

Helena Noir: "You always had a way with words, Nathan, I give you that."

She glanced at the Liberty Championship resting on her shoulder.

Helena Noir: "But don't expect me to be thankful for something I earned. See, I would've been ok with starting from zero. There is no doubt in my mind that, with an even field, I would have risen to the top and won it again."

The confident smile never left her face through all the confrontation with Callaghan.

Helena Noir: "My issues are with those who try to take shortcuts, and people who push them where they don't belong, at the expense of those who deserve it. There's already a rightful contender, someone who won a battle Royale to obtain that chance. What has Xavier done to even be considered for another opportunity, other than losing to me twice in a match? What has Pepper done other than creating a fuss to promote her company?"

Nathan simply shrugged his shoulders.

Nathan Callaghan: “It doesn’t matter what they have or haven’t done. What does matter is that you go out there and do your best to make sure the cards aren’t stacked against you. It’s as simple as that. You don’t want them having a title shot? Then don’t lose to them.”

Helena Noir: “This is where you’re wrong, Nathan. It does matter to me, to the fans who fill your pockets and to all the guys in the back.”

The tattooed woman took a step forward, literally getting on Nathan’s face but the former boss didn’t even flinch.

Helena Noir: “Jade was setting the tone since she stepped in that office. You get what you earn. No favoritism, no politicking, none of that bullshit we had to bear when you were in charge. And here you are, overruling her and allowing people to weasel in and take spots they did nothing to deserve in first place. I already watched you destroying all that was good in this company and tainting its reputation once, I’m not allowing it to happen again. Not under my watch.

Liberty min deserves better.”

Nathan laughed and nodded his head.

Nathan Callaghan: “Sure thing, Helena.”

He stepped forward towards her, his eyes looking down into hers.

Nathan Callaghan: “Just remember what happens when you cross the boss. You end up being nothing, like Becky Balfour.”

This time it was Helena’s turn to laugh.

Helena Noir: “She had always been nothing. You made her, you destroyed her. You gave her ground to walk on and then burned it to ashes. You gave her the world and then took it at your leisure. I’m cut from a different cloth, I never waited for anybody to give me shit. All I ever accomplished, every single title I won, I took it.”

Nathan Callaghan: “Whatever you want to believe, you can. But just know that no matter where I am? I’m always in control.”

Nathan turned to walk away.

Helena Noir: “Then do yourself a favor and stay in control on the other side of the world. Because the next time you show up in New York and try to stand in my way? I won’t cross the boss. I’ll run over you.”

She didn’t wait for his possible reply, turning on her heels and walking away.

RINGSIDE
'Don't Fear (The Reaper)' by Pierce The Veil plays as Becky Balfour slowly stalks to the top of the entranceway. Balfour is flanked by what appears to be an army of men who appear musty to say the least, and nobody in the entourage is paying attention to any social distancing. As usual, the men begin to march in front of Balfour but she shouts, getting their attention. As they turn around, she points to the backstage area, bringing a confused look to a few of the Followers. Becky shouts at them, waiting until every last one of them marches backstage before she makes her way to the ring. Before entering it, she grabs a microphone before sliding in.

The lights lower, sending the entire venue into darkness, before a scream is heard and then the lights turn back on, with Becky sitting in the middle of the ring.

Becky Balfour: Since Liberty's relaunch, something has happened. Someone I believed to be a Follower, instead has tried to sabotage me and assassinate me in the middle of this ring. Some would say it's a string of bad luck, it could be anyone, EVERYONE, couldn't it? I mean, I'm not the most liked, and why is that? Because I walk with those that the majority of people think aren't worth a thing? Their hands a little too dirty, their beards a little too long, their teeth a bit too yellow. They aren't cut from the corporate cloth that YOUR society deems acceptable, and for that. I'm a target.

Balfour pauses, wiping at her nose before continuing.

Becky Balfour: But while it could be anyone, I know who it is. It's someone that the higher ups in Liberty have hand picked to try and run me out of Liberty once and for all, but I'm not a stain you can simply wipe clean. WE aren't outsiders coming into a foreign land. I built Liberty whether Jade Night, Nathan Callaghan, or anyone else wants to admit it, and since I built this place...I'm not leaving until whoever is under that mask comes down to the ring and reveals the face under the hood.

Becky remains seated and tosses her microphone, almost daring Jade Night to come out herself to remove her from the ring, but instead "True Friends" by BMTH plays and all eyes turn to the entrance stage. Of course, the masked individual doesn't even enter that way and instead slips into the ring from behind Becky. Balfour is no fool, though, and senses the presence there, so she stands and turns to face her before there's a blindside. They get into each other's faces, yelling and accusing. Becky grabs at the mask but is shoved off, causing a brawl to breakout between the pair.

Balfour ends up grounded, but half dislodges the mask. That gives her an opening to land a few hard shots and kick the attacker off her, standing over her with a headlock held in. Finally she pulls the mask free, the whole world seeing the face beneath...

Becky can't believe it. She's stunned, a rare moment of her being speechless. The answer was so obvious and yet so impossible too. Has her past finally caught up to her? The woman she once grievously wounded, nearly killed even. The woman staring her back right now, it's...

LIZZIE JONES!

Becky drops the mask, but Lizzie is already lunging at her before it hits the deck. Taken off guard, Becky does well to fend Lizzie off and create some distance. But as the pair close the distance again, Lizzie executes The Calamity (Running single leg front dropkick), a picture perfect rendition of the move that twice won her gold in her first run as a wrestler.

Lizzie kneels over the stricken Becky, leaning in to curse and yell, before she picks up the microphone that Becky dropped moments ago.

Lizzie: Did you really think I forgot? Hmm, did you? Was there some part of your mind that thought maybe I'd forgive you, even? No, I NEVER forgot the past. It took time to heal, a long time. Not just physically, but emotionally. What you did to me? It was an evil act from a coward. But I did heal, Becky. I healed and then I began to prepare. I made sure nobody knew, nobody could stop me.

I trained and I trained, I put more effort into this return than I have into my debut. I've regrouped, grown and I return now stronger than I was when you cut me down. The time for my career resurrection is now, the place is Liberty Pro Wrestling and the example I will use is tearing down the woman who tried to take everything from me."

She drops the microphone onto Becky's chest and stands. Many in the crowd cheer, after all Becky is hardly liked, but many seem shocked by what just happened.