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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Forty-Nine of Liberation
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York, NY
On Tuesday, September 8th, 2020
BACKSTAGE
“Classy” Bianca Page is walking into the Hammerstein Ballroom through the parking lot and waves at some fans. She gets to the backstage entrance and just as is about to walk into the arena Bianca feels something on her left wrist. Bianca looks to her left startled and she sees her older sister and retired wrestler, “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page.::
“Classy” Bianca Page: What are you doing here?
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:What? I can’t come see my baby sister?
“Classy” Bianca Page: Under normal circumstances no but we aren’t exactly a normal family.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: That we aren’t but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk.
Bianca nods her head.
“Classy” Bianca Page:Let’s talk.
Bianca nods her head towards the door signifying Tiffany to come inside with her to her locker room.
“Classy” Bianca Page is walking into the Hammerstein Ballroom through the parking lot and waves at some fans. She gets to the backstage entrance and just as is about to walk into the arena Bianca feels something on her left wrist. Bianca looks to her left startled and she sees her older sister and retired wrestler, “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page.::
“Classy” Bianca Page: What are you doing here?
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:What? I can’t come see my baby sister?
“Classy” Bianca Page: Under normal circumstances no but we aren’t exactly a normal family.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: That we aren’t but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk.
Bianca nods her head.
“Classy” Bianca Page:Let’s talk.
Bianca nods her head towards the door signifying Tiffany to come inside with her to her locker room.
BACKSTAGE
The Black Maiden is docked at a marina in the Hamptons, one of New York’s summer getaways for the rich and famous. On the back deck of the yacht is Cait Flanagan, lounging on the couch in a yellow sundress. There’s a bottle of cold champagne in a bucket near her, and a platter of cheese and grapes on the table next to her.
CAIT FLANAGAN: “Classy”. That’s what my opponent at the next Liberty show has taken to calling herself. “Classy” Bianca Page, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to me.
Lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head, she grins lazily at the camera.
CAIT FLANAGAN: What do I care about “classy”? It’s just code for her thinking she’s better than everyone else because she acts a certain way. Spoiler alert, sweetheart - you’re just the same boring old shit as everyone else. Can’t even be bothered to find something else to insult me with, since I loudly and proudly proclaim myself a whore, a sugar baby, a liar, a cheater, and a thief.
She sits up slightly and reaches for her champagne flute, taking a sip and savoring the taste.
CAIT FLANAGAN: Everything you see here, I grifted from rich men with more money than brains. I took the easy way to get what I wanted and I have no regrets, whatsoever. It’s the same in a wrestling ring - I do whatever is necessary in order to try and win. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but if you’re going to sit there and talk down to me like I try and deny who and what I am? It’s not going to work.
As she sets the champagne flute down, Cait breaks a green grape off the bunch and tosses it up in the air, catching it in her mouth with a cheeky grin.
CAIT FLANAGAN: You may be “classy”, Bianca, but I’m the Million Dollar Baby. And you’re going to have to find another way to make your mark here in Liberty Pro, because it’s not going to be at my expense. See you in the ring.
The Black Maiden is docked at a marina in the Hamptons, one of New York’s summer getaways for the rich and famous. On the back deck of the yacht is Cait Flanagan, lounging on the couch in a yellow sundress. There’s a bottle of cold champagne in a bucket near her, and a platter of cheese and grapes on the table next to her.
CAIT FLANAGAN: “Classy”. That’s what my opponent at the next Liberty show has taken to calling herself. “Classy” Bianca Page, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to me.
Lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head, she grins lazily at the camera.
CAIT FLANAGAN: What do I care about “classy”? It’s just code for her thinking she’s better than everyone else because she acts a certain way. Spoiler alert, sweetheart - you’re just the same boring old shit as everyone else. Can’t even be bothered to find something else to insult me with, since I loudly and proudly proclaim myself a whore, a sugar baby, a liar, a cheater, and a thief.
She sits up slightly and reaches for her champagne flute, taking a sip and savoring the taste.
CAIT FLANAGAN: Everything you see here, I grifted from rich men with more money than brains. I took the easy way to get what I wanted and I have no regrets, whatsoever. It’s the same in a wrestling ring - I do whatever is necessary in order to try and win. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but if you’re going to sit there and talk down to me like I try and deny who and what I am? It’s not going to work.
As she sets the champagne flute down, Cait breaks a green grape off the bunch and tosses it up in the air, catching it in her mouth with a cheeky grin.
CAIT FLANAGAN: You may be “classy”, Bianca, but I’m the Million Dollar Baby. And you’re going to have to find another way to make your mark here in Liberty Pro, because it’s not going to be at my expense. See you in the ring.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
”Classy” Bianca Page vs Cait Flanagan
”Classy” Bianca Page vs Cait Flanagan
| RECAP This match starts off with the two women meeting in the center of the ring, staring one another down before Bianca Page looks to start this contest off with a test of strength. Cait Flanagan brings her hand up, going to meet Bianca's, but she rears back and slaps Page across the face! The slap turns Page around and Flanagan gets a waist lock on her, but Bianca recovers quickly enough to start throwing some elbows back into Cait's face to break free. Bianca turns around, throwing forearms now, and she gets Cait into a headlock. Flanagan backs Page into the ropes, getting free as she sends Bianca across the ring, but it's countered and Cait goes across the ring instead, catching Page with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. But Page kips up to her feet! Bianca goes for a kick at Cait on the mat, but Flanagan ducks it and rolls Page up from behind, pulling her tights for some leverage but Bianca kicks out after two. Despite the extra help, Cait can't secure the three on Bianca, and Page is able to roll back onto Flanagan for a two count. As they get up, Bianca goes for a clothesline, but Cait goes underneath it, getting Page in another waist lock, and meeting the same result as last time as Flanagan is drilled with elbows to the side of the head. Page throws Flanagan into the ropes, but Cait catches herself, springboarding backwards with a back elbow to take Bianca down! As Flanagan gets up, she starts to stomp onto the back of Page's head, showing her opponent the utmost disrespect before lifting her up, and slamming Bianca face first into the top turnbuckle rung. Cait sends Bianca into the opposite corner and charges in with a running forearm strike. She backs up, looking for another one, but Bianca is right on Cait's tail and Page throws her own forearm that stuns Flanagan. Page rolls to the outside, pulling Flanagan down from the corner, and slamming her left leg right into the ring post! As Flanagan falls outside, Page lifts her up for a vertical suplex right onto the outside floor! Bianca gets back up, targeting that left leg of Cait's by stomping right onto it in an attempt to limit her high flying arsenal. As the referee's count gets near a ten, Bianca rolls her opponent into the ring, and starts to twist Cait's ankle before placing it down and driving both of her knees into that leg. She lifts Cait up, hitting a snapmare before hitting the ropes, and connecting with a big front dropkick. Page pushes Flanagan down for a pin and gets a two count but Cait kicks out. Page tries to pick Cait up but Flanagan gets her with a thumb to the eye. Cait pops up ajnd she drops Bianca with Irish Goodbye - Double underhook piledriver (Pedigree). Cait pins Page and gets the three count and the win. POST MATCH Bianca’s sister, Tiffany, rolls into the ring with a chair and before Cait can celebrate, Tiffany takes her head off! Bianca gets up and looks at Tiff before Bianca takes the chair from Tiffany and slams it on Cait, showing a different side to herself. Bianca viciously slams the chair over Cait over and over again before it’s bent in half and she tosses it aside. The two sisters high five before exiting the ring, leaving Cait in a heap before EMT’s come down to check on the Million Dollar Baby. WINNER Cait Flanagan METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:22 FINISHING MOVE Irish Goodbye |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we find Melanie Pianta pacing back and forth dressed for action. Hype is the perfect word for her attitude tonight as she seems confident and ready for what's about to transpire.
Melanie: Yo lemme tell you guys, I am PUMPED for tonight. I heard Derrick La'Bell and Kendrick Kross are here tonight so I'm already a step up from the last tag team match I was set to be in. Shout out to my boo Kace Matthews for being here and stepping in to be my partner though.
She softly smiles at the camera before continuing.
Melanie: So me and the boys are taking on Killian Rory, Nathalie Genevieve and Brien Storm. Gotta be honest, I don't know much about them but I know this much. I'm never gonna back down from a fight and I'm ready for whatever they decide to throw at us tonight. Let's get it!
Melanie smacks her fist into her hand before walking off towards the ring.
Backstage we find Melanie Pianta pacing back and forth dressed for action. Hype is the perfect word for her attitude tonight as she seems confident and ready for what's about to transpire.
Melanie: Yo lemme tell you guys, I am PUMPED for tonight. I heard Derrick La'Bell and Kendrick Kross are here tonight so I'm already a step up from the last tag team match I was set to be in. Shout out to my boo Kace Matthews for being here and stepping in to be my partner though.
She softly smiles at the camera before continuing.
Melanie: So me and the boys are taking on Killian Rory, Nathalie Genevieve and Brien Storm. Gotta be honest, I don't know much about them but I know this much. I'm never gonna back down from a fight and I'm ready for whatever they decide to throw at us tonight. Let's get it!
Melanie smacks her fist into her hand before walking off towards the ring.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Jade Night standing in front of a camera with a grin on her face. She waits a few moments before she finally begins to speak.
Jade Night: This upcoming six way tag match? I’ve decided to change things up. It’s now a tornado three versus three match with harcore rules and guess what? Whoever scores the pinfall?
Jade pauses for dramatic effect before she shrugs her shoulders with a smirk on her face.
Jade Night: Is the new Anarchy Champion. So your enemies aren’t just your only enemies, but so are your teammates. Good luck out there.
Night chuckles before the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Jade Night standing in front of a camera with a grin on her face. She waits a few moments before she finally begins to speak.
Jade Night: This upcoming six way tag match? I’ve decided to change things up. It’s now a tornado three versus three match with harcore rules and guess what? Whoever scores the pinfall?
Jade pauses for dramatic effect before she shrugs her shoulders with a smirk on her face.
Jade Night: Is the new Anarchy Champion. So your enemies aren’t just your only enemies, but so are your teammates. Good luck out there.
Night chuckles before the scene cuts away.
MATCH TWO: SIX WAY TAG FOR THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Melanie, Derrick La’Bell & Kendrick Kross vs Killian Rory, Nathalie Genevieve & Brien Storm
Melanie, Derrick La’Bell & Kendrick Kross vs Killian Rory, Nathalie Genevieve & Brien Storm
| RECAP The bell rings and everyone meets in the middle of the ring. Melanie and Nathalie are battling it out, while Brien and Kendrick trade blows and Derrick and Killian’s fight spills out to the outside of the ring. Killian whipped Derrick into the ring post, knocking the big man out. Rory then grabs a chair and brings it into the ring. Instead of hitting Melanie or Kendrick, Killian slams it over Brien Storm’s head! He turns on his teammate already but since Jade made a change to the match that it’s for the Anarchy Championship, it’s basically everyone man for himself. Nathalie sees what happens and she superkicks the chair right into Killian’s face. Kendrick has now grabbed the Anarchy Championship and he drives it right into Nathalie’s face! There is mayhem everywhere! Melanie, knowing she can’t trust Kendrick, especially grabs the Anarchy Championship from him and then knocks him out with it. Melanie goes to pin Nathalie but only gets a two count as Killian breaks up the pin. Killian then DDT’s Mel and tries to pin Nathalie but he forgot that she is his partner and he can’t pin her! Derrick is back in the ring with a fire extinguisher and he starts to spray and blind everyone with it. He clocks Melanie with it, then Nathalie, then Killian and Kendrick. Derrick goes to pin Rory but Brien Storm slams a trash can lid down onto Derrick’s head. Derrick falls down into a heap and Storm pins him but only gets a two count as Nathalie then breaks up the cover! She now pins Derrick but Killian kicks Nathalie off and he covers now! The Anarchy Champion is able to kick out on his at the two count though as mayhem continues throughout the match. Kendrick Kross shows up and he knocks Killian out with a coup de gras from out of nowhere! Nathalie looks to attack but Derrick is back up and he takes her out with Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride). This leaves Melanie to take out Brien Storm with Mel-Bow Effect (Spinning back elbow). Kendrick and Derrick start to fight now, bringing their twitter argument into the scene. The two trade blows and end up falling to the outside as Melanie pins Brien Storm! The referee starts the count and he counts to three! The bell rings and Melanie’s team wins but she wins the top prize of it all, the Anarchy Championship. Derrick and Kendrick both look into the ring in shock as Melanie is handed the Anarchy Championship. She raises it in the air with a smile on her face before the scene cuts backstage. WINNER Kendrick Kross, Derrick La’Bell & Melanie, with Melanie becoming new Anarchy Champion METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:01 FINISHING MOVE Mel-Bow |
BACKSTAGE
[Lilah is backstage with her boyfriend, Gavin Grimes. Hanging out in her locker room, she has the same air of confidence that she carries with her wherever she goes. Settling on his lap as wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, Lilah giggles a little.]
LW: I mean, really… Honey strikes me as one of those people who thinks that being nice means acting like a clueless moron. All that oh my god teehee shit, it’s actually worse than the wannabe edge lords. I’ve watched plenty of her tape and I know for a fact that she’s just as much as soft little simp bitch inside the ring as she is out of it. When I said this was gonna be fun, I meant it. There’s nothing I love more than smacking the shit outta someone who wants to act like a kindergartener.
[She smirks as Gavin shakes his head at her in a playful admonishment. She gently pokes at his shoulder and shakes her head back.]
LW: Yeah, yeah I know. In before you even say it; I shouldn’t ever underestimate anyone. But come on it’s HONEY and if she does manage to get the W through some stretch of impossibility? It’s not like she’s going to rub it in. She’s too nice and by nice I mean stupid, to play to advantages like that. Don’t worry baby, I got this.
[With that she shoos the camera away, turning her full attention back to Gavin.]
[Lilah is backstage with her boyfriend, Gavin Grimes. Hanging out in her locker room, she has the same air of confidence that she carries with her wherever she goes. Settling on his lap as wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, Lilah giggles a little.]
LW: I mean, really… Honey strikes me as one of those people who thinks that being nice means acting like a clueless moron. All that oh my god teehee shit, it’s actually worse than the wannabe edge lords. I’ve watched plenty of her tape and I know for a fact that she’s just as much as soft little simp bitch inside the ring as she is out of it. When I said this was gonna be fun, I meant it. There’s nothing I love more than smacking the shit outta someone who wants to act like a kindergartener.
[She smirks as Gavin shakes his head at her in a playful admonishment. She gently pokes at his shoulder and shakes her head back.]
LW: Yeah, yeah I know. In before you even say it; I shouldn’t ever underestimate anyone. But come on it’s HONEY and if she does manage to get the W through some stretch of impossibility? It’s not like she’s going to rub it in. She’s too nice and by nice I mean stupid, to play to advantages like that. Don’t worry baby, I got this.
[With that she shoos the camera away, turning her full attention back to Gavin.]
RECORDED EARLIER
A lone figure leans against an old, decrepit tree. Its branches are bare, clawing upward as if seeking escape from its long tired existence.
A ways away stands an easel, complete with a freshly made painting. What really monopolizes the eye's attention is the figure. Precious Pepper Vain moves like a woman that has the masses bowing at her feet.
This is made more impressive by how obscenely she’s dressed. She has on a pair of pink fluffy slippers, big nerd glasses and wears her hair in a top knot.
She stops at the easel and on its canvas is a painting that she has not long completed. Her interpretation of the signing of the declaration of independence. There is a distinct amateurishness to the piece, but it is well done.
PPV: "One of the most powerful things about art is that it cuts through time, it cuts through borders, it cuts through language — everything."
The sound of her voice makes one think of slow, glowing embers. Her words issue as gently as honey drips from a spoon.
PPV: "Here it It says "Live free or die…""
Precious envelops her painting in disdain, and utters a nasal sound.
PPV: "Have you ever wondered how even in the land of the free, people seek comfort over freedom? The obvious path is humble, safe, but pays the wage of a cook, not a champion. People go to school, find a job they hate, get married, raise a family, get divorced, live out a so-so existence, then wither away like the tree behind me. They stay stuck in the system, do what everyone tells them to and try their best to be normal. Never stand out. Be comfortable. The United States wasn't founded on the principles of being comfortable. It was founded on freedom."
With paintbrush in hand, Vain adds the finishing touches with a glacial calmness.
PPV: "The former Navy Seal Jocko Willink has popularized the maxim “Discipline equals Freedom”. I would make a small addition to that: "Discipline equals Freedom. Repetition equals Discipline. Therefore Repetition equals Freedom. Hardly the words you'd expect to hear from the girl behind Danger & Play. But it's true. People are born weak, but we have the freedom to defy our weaknesses and struggle to change ourselves. Through discipline. Through repetition. The fortunate man who is undisciplined will not be fortunate for long. The unfortunate man who is highly disciplined will not be unfortunate for long. After all, if you cannot respect yourself, you cannot ask the world to respect you…
In the United States, freedom from the British crown was purchased not only with discipline, but with the literal rivers of blood shed by American men and boys.
George Washington would hang farmboy deserters from trees half a mile high for everyone to see.
George Washington did not fuck around.
You can’t afford to when you’re up against the most lethal war machine in human history—the British Empire at the acme of its power. He helped turn an unfortunate bunch… into the fortunate. He who is a slave, but disciplined, will not be a slave for long. And he who is free, but not disciplined, will not be free for long. My battles don't compare with theirs, but I am paying attention.
There are those who would say Tyson Gregory, not Helena Noir, is the biggest wolf in this neck of the woods. He was the only GWA Global champion in history after all. Now, I get on with Tyson, but after the week I had, I wasn't kidding in saying I'm taking this one extra serious. 3 Ls on the bounce and attempts by quite a few people to make me an outcast amongst outcasts. Some have been enjoying that. Carmen for one. Jade Night. Jade Night, that silly bitch, I'm sure is another. But I hope you've all had your laughs because I am made of stronger stuff. Clicking into form at exactly the right time would do wonders for me. To if not silence my doubters, quieten them."
Precious stares at a face in the painting.
PPV: "My father…. was not a fortunate man. But he taught me many lessons. That I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. In life, you can always choose who you are. Make no mistake, it is those lessons that shaped me into being Fortune's Favourite."
PPV cast a shade of melancholy over her face
PPV: "My waiting has come to an end. Resurrection has been chosen as my stage. Countless eyes shall bear witness to my rise. If I get past Tyson, I can take a step forward. It's a statement. It is a proper statement. I will have gained a glimpse of what I am to become."
A lone figure leans against an old, decrepit tree. Its branches are bare, clawing upward as if seeking escape from its long tired existence.
A ways away stands an easel, complete with a freshly made painting. What really monopolizes the eye's attention is the figure. Precious Pepper Vain moves like a woman that has the masses bowing at her feet.
This is made more impressive by how obscenely she’s dressed. She has on a pair of pink fluffy slippers, big nerd glasses and wears her hair in a top knot.
She stops at the easel and on its canvas is a painting that she has not long completed. Her interpretation of the signing of the declaration of independence. There is a distinct amateurishness to the piece, but it is well done.
PPV: "One of the most powerful things about art is that it cuts through time, it cuts through borders, it cuts through language — everything."
The sound of her voice makes one think of slow, glowing embers. Her words issue as gently as honey drips from a spoon.
PPV: "Here it It says "Live free or die…""
Precious envelops her painting in disdain, and utters a nasal sound.
PPV: "Have you ever wondered how even in the land of the free, people seek comfort over freedom? The obvious path is humble, safe, but pays the wage of a cook, not a champion. People go to school, find a job they hate, get married, raise a family, get divorced, live out a so-so existence, then wither away like the tree behind me. They stay stuck in the system, do what everyone tells them to and try their best to be normal. Never stand out. Be comfortable. The United States wasn't founded on the principles of being comfortable. It was founded on freedom."
With paintbrush in hand, Vain adds the finishing touches with a glacial calmness.
PPV: "The former Navy Seal Jocko Willink has popularized the maxim “Discipline equals Freedom”. I would make a small addition to that: "Discipline equals Freedom. Repetition equals Discipline. Therefore Repetition equals Freedom. Hardly the words you'd expect to hear from the girl behind Danger & Play. But it's true. People are born weak, but we have the freedom to defy our weaknesses and struggle to change ourselves. Through discipline. Through repetition. The fortunate man who is undisciplined will not be fortunate for long. The unfortunate man who is highly disciplined will not be unfortunate for long. After all, if you cannot respect yourself, you cannot ask the world to respect you…
In the United States, freedom from the British crown was purchased not only with discipline, but with the literal rivers of blood shed by American men and boys.
George Washington would hang farmboy deserters from trees half a mile high for everyone to see.
George Washington did not fuck around.
You can’t afford to when you’re up against the most lethal war machine in human history—the British Empire at the acme of its power. He helped turn an unfortunate bunch… into the fortunate. He who is a slave, but disciplined, will not be a slave for long. And he who is free, but not disciplined, will not be free for long. My battles don't compare with theirs, but I am paying attention.
There are those who would say Tyson Gregory, not Helena Noir, is the biggest wolf in this neck of the woods. He was the only GWA Global champion in history after all. Now, I get on with Tyson, but after the week I had, I wasn't kidding in saying I'm taking this one extra serious. 3 Ls on the bounce and attempts by quite a few people to make me an outcast amongst outcasts. Some have been enjoying that. Carmen for one. Jade Night. Jade Night, that silly bitch, I'm sure is another. But I hope you've all had your laughs because I am made of stronger stuff. Clicking into form at exactly the right time would do wonders for me. To if not silence my doubters, quieten them."
Precious stares at a face in the painting.
PPV: "My father…. was not a fortunate man. But he taught me many lessons. That I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. In life, you can always choose who you are. Make no mistake, it is those lessons that shaped me into being Fortune's Favourite."
PPV cast a shade of melancholy over her face
PPV: "My waiting has come to an end. Resurrection has been chosen as my stage. Countless eyes shall bear witness to my rise. If I get past Tyson, I can take a step forward. It's a statement. It is a proper statement. I will have gained a glimpse of what I am to become."
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Honey vs Lilah Wood
Honey vs Lilah Wood
| RECAP The match starts as a technical battle as Lilah Wood gets Honey in a collar-and-elbow tie up early on. Wood transitions it into a hammerlock, pinning Honeys arm behind her back. She wrenches Honey’s arm for a few seconds before spinning her around for a snapmare. With her opponent in a seated position, Lilah connects with a dropkick to Honeys upper back and neck. Taking a step toward Honey, Wood looks to pick her up, but Honey surprises her by swiping Lilah's feet from underneath her. A quick pin attempt barely gets a one count for Honey, but she doesn't let up as she tries for a roll-up and again gets a one count. Both women get up to their feet at the same time and Honey catches Lilah with an arm drag, but Wood rolls back up and gets Honey with her own arm drag. A high angled dropkick puts Honey back down onto the mat and Wood slowly takes over the match. Lilah starts working on Honey’s legs as she applies a figure-four in the center of the ring, but it's not applied too tightly as Honey manages to kick herself free. Honey tries to get back at Lilah with a clothesline, but Wood goes underneath it and gets behind Honey with a dropkick to the back of her knees. Rolling backwards, Lilah drops Honey to the canvas with a DDT. Rolling Honey over, Wood hooks the legs for a pin attempt but Honey manages to kick out after two. Lilah tries picking Honey up, but gets a shot to the abdomen instead. A second shot allows Honey to create some space, but Wood stops her momentum with a forearm to the side of Honeys head. A European uppercut knocks Honey back into the ropes, but she catches herself as she falls back and returns by hitting Honey's Ultimagic (Jumping Spike DDT transitioned into a Guillotine Choke with her legs wrapped around the body) from out of nowhere. Honey holds Lilah in the guillotine choke as Wood struggles towards the ropes. It looks as if Lilah is going to tap out but she finally finds an escape by propping her legs up to roll Honey back onto her shoulders in a pinning predicament! Lilah gets the two count but Honey is able to kick out, as she has to release the hold before the referee hits the mat a third time. Taking a brief moment to catch her breath proves to be dangerous for Lilah as she almost gets caught in another Honey Ultimagic but this time she scrambles her way out of it and flips Honey over, locking in her sharpshooter! Wood wrenches in the leg lock and Honey tries to get out of it! Honey starts dragging herself over to the ropes and just as she's about to reach them, Wood drags Honey right back to the center of the ring and re-applies the sharpshooter! Honey manages to hold on as she drags herself to the ropes again, this time grabbing them.The referee orders Lilah to let go but she refuses. The referee counts to four and Lilah finally lets go. Lilah wastes no time as she picks Honey up and drops her with Kiss the Ground (Sitout FaceBuster). Lilah pins the former Liberty Champion and gets the three county and the win. WINNER Lilah Wood METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:03 FINISHING MOVE Kiss the Ground |
RINGSIDE
The Scene cuts to a pre-recorded segment, as a skyline comes into view. Brooklyn buildings outstretch as the familiar figure of Kaia Grainger comes into view, a similar aesthetic to the video package she released days earlier with the Danger & Play fall line up, she smiles accordingly as she places her hands on her waist walking forward.
Kaia Grainger: “Hello Liberty Pro, here we are again. . .with another episode of Liberation. Take a moment . . . garner the view. . . no seriously do!”
The Camera pans over the Brooklyn skyline with the bridge off to the far right as the dismal reflections turn the city a bright and warm mandarin color. She looks up to the skyline herself and over the buildings ledge as she practically bathes in the light before she turns leaning against the rooftop as the camera pans back in on her.
Kaia Grainger: “I’ve been called many things in my life, many names and falsities placed upon my name. People looking to take the meaning of Light Bringer and turn it into something it isn’t.”
There’s a soft tilt of her head as she turns in her fashionable wear, revealing the jacket she wears to the ring, the glittering letters of light bringer flashing in the sunset.
Kaia Grainger: “Thankfully, my opponent this week is not one of those people. He hasn’t made some reference to my nickname in hopes of understanding the power that I possess. He hasn’t spoken out in a disparaging or disrespectful way even though his dislike for people with a side job similar to my own is well known. Scotty Latimer has been nothing but respectful to me since the minute I walked through the halls of Liberty Pro and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.”
She turns again now taking a few strides forward, before she leans into the camera's lens as she continues speaking.
Kaia Grainger: “But I should remind you this is not the first time Scotty and I have shared the same ring. It's not the first time that the deciding factor of a match has come down to Latimer vs Grainger and quite frankly I’m looking to even our little score. Scotty captured that number one contenders spot for the Liberty Pro Championship and I came oh so close to being the one who did so. I’m not bitter mind you, he fought for it just as I did and he definitely managed to make it happen, but I think it's high time that the competitors of Liberty Pro Wrestling started to take your girl a little more seriously. It's time they stop speaking incorrectly on her name and start realizing her as the boss she is. I don’t expect that to come over night and while I know that will never be possible with some. . . I’m going to show you why it should be my name that’s on everyone’s tongue come the end of this match.”
She pauses indignantly.
Kaia Grainger: “I know Scotty is one of the best wrestlers in Liberty Pro, I know he’s craving that championship so badly that he can almost taste it and I know that this match may not seem like much to him. It would just be doing something he feels he already did, but I am here to make a statement. There is always an opportunity to spread a little light and I look forward to doing so in my trek to continue to make a name for myself. So with kindest regards. . . Let's make the stars shine!”
A lifting of the brows she smiles as she walks out of the camera's range, in the few moments that pass, the sun has set and darkness has fallen over the city, as several twinkling stars glimmer across the camera's frame as the scene comes to a close.
The Scene cuts to a pre-recorded segment, as a skyline comes into view. Brooklyn buildings outstretch as the familiar figure of Kaia Grainger comes into view, a similar aesthetic to the video package she released days earlier with the Danger & Play fall line up, she smiles accordingly as she places her hands on her waist walking forward.
Kaia Grainger: “Hello Liberty Pro, here we are again. . .with another episode of Liberation. Take a moment . . . garner the view. . . no seriously do!”
The Camera pans over the Brooklyn skyline with the bridge off to the far right as the dismal reflections turn the city a bright and warm mandarin color. She looks up to the skyline herself and over the buildings ledge as she practically bathes in the light before she turns leaning against the rooftop as the camera pans back in on her.
Kaia Grainger: “I’ve been called many things in my life, many names and falsities placed upon my name. People looking to take the meaning of Light Bringer and turn it into something it isn’t.”
There’s a soft tilt of her head as she turns in her fashionable wear, revealing the jacket she wears to the ring, the glittering letters of light bringer flashing in the sunset.
Kaia Grainger: “Thankfully, my opponent this week is not one of those people. He hasn’t made some reference to my nickname in hopes of understanding the power that I possess. He hasn’t spoken out in a disparaging or disrespectful way even though his dislike for people with a side job similar to my own is well known. Scotty Latimer has been nothing but respectful to me since the minute I walked through the halls of Liberty Pro and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.”
She turns again now taking a few strides forward, before she leans into the camera's lens as she continues speaking.
Kaia Grainger: “But I should remind you this is not the first time Scotty and I have shared the same ring. It's not the first time that the deciding factor of a match has come down to Latimer vs Grainger and quite frankly I’m looking to even our little score. Scotty captured that number one contenders spot for the Liberty Pro Championship and I came oh so close to being the one who did so. I’m not bitter mind you, he fought for it just as I did and he definitely managed to make it happen, but I think it's high time that the competitors of Liberty Pro Wrestling started to take your girl a little more seriously. It's time they stop speaking incorrectly on her name and start realizing her as the boss she is. I don’t expect that to come over night and while I know that will never be possible with some. . . I’m going to show you why it should be my name that’s on everyone’s tongue come the end of this match.”
She pauses indignantly.
Kaia Grainger: “I know Scotty is one of the best wrestlers in Liberty Pro, I know he’s craving that championship so badly that he can almost taste it and I know that this match may not seem like much to him. It would just be doing something he feels he already did, but I am here to make a statement. There is always an opportunity to spread a little light and I look forward to doing so in my trek to continue to make a name for myself. So with kindest regards. . . Let's make the stars shine!”
A lifting of the brows she smiles as she walks out of the camera's range, in the few moments that pass, the sun has set and darkness has fallen over the city, as several twinkling stars glimmer across the camera's frame as the scene comes to a close.
RINGSIDE
The lights in the Hammerstein Ballroom dimmed down and smoke began to cover the entrance stage. Next, “Noir” by Shandon was blasting through the loudspeakers, clearing any doubt that was left in the fans’ mind. The Liberty Champion Helena Noir was making her way to the ring, and this could only mean one thing. It was time to find out under what stipulation she will be defending her title at the upcoming pay-per-view. Her pace was steady and fast, which wasn’t surprising at all. She was never one to waste her or anyone else’s time, preferring a more direct approach, And tonight was no different as she entered the ring, asking the announcer to hand over a microphone.
Helena Noir: “Good evening everyone. I assume you all know why I’m here tonight, so let me immediately address the elephant in the room.”
As we were saying, she went straight to the point.
Helena Noir: “When Jade asked me to choose the stipulation for my match, at Resurrection, I was surprised as everyone else. You all know my history with General Managers and authority figures, they never liked me, I never liked them, we tend to clash. A lot. Usually because they’re crooked bastards…”
At this point, she turned to another camera, smiling and waving her hand.
Helena Noir: “Hi Nathan, how are you doing?”
Her focus quickly switched back to the main camera after addressing the owner of LPW.
Helena Noir: “.. So having someone trying to make things right after the absolute shitshow that was last show’s main event between old men on a delusional ego trip trying to prove they still matter and hacks from a rival promotion making sure their co-workers got the spot they didn’t earn, stealing our title in the process...”
She raised the Liberty Championship she retrieved from Kace Matthews the day after he stole it over her head.
Helena Noir: “... Was an unexpected yet pleasant change of pace. I never had any doubt on the stipulation, so much that I called Jade right away long before the wave of false indignation that rose from my opponents hit the social media, long before people with no voice, no right and no knowledge of Liberty business called favoritism.”
After a brief pause, she picked up again.
Helena Noir: “I face three of the top competitors in LPW, some could think that adding weapons to the mix could make my life easier, more so considering my history. I always thrived in chaos, anarchy has been my dancing partner for as long as I can remember. But they made this personal with the blatant disrespect they showed to me, to this company, to its fans. All their talking about how they are supposedly better than me, how they are going to elevate this championship to new heights after they take it from me… It’s time you back it up kids, something you failed so grandly so far.”
She quickly glanced at the title resting now on her shoulder.
Helena Noir: “Luck won’t help you, you will not get this championship with a sneaky roll up after doing shit for the whole match, no sure. You want it, you will have to outlast all your opponents, in a Fatal Four-Way Elimination Rules match.”
The announcement was received by the fans with a round of cheers.
Helena Noir: “And if you’re thinking you can take any shortcut to get the job done, be aware that unlike other four way matches, you can and will indeed be disqualified, if you try anything fancy.
Scotty, Pepper, Xavier.. The playing field is set, at Resurrection four will enter, but only one will be standing tall in the end.”
The camera zoomed on her, a confident smile appearing on her face.
Helena Noir: “And you’re looking at her:”
“Noir” once again played in the arena as Helena rolled out of the ring, heading backstage for the last preparations before her match.
The lights in the Hammerstein Ballroom dimmed down and smoke began to cover the entrance stage. Next, “Noir” by Shandon was blasting through the loudspeakers, clearing any doubt that was left in the fans’ mind. The Liberty Champion Helena Noir was making her way to the ring, and this could only mean one thing. It was time to find out under what stipulation she will be defending her title at the upcoming pay-per-view. Her pace was steady and fast, which wasn’t surprising at all. She was never one to waste her or anyone else’s time, preferring a more direct approach, And tonight was no different as she entered the ring, asking the announcer to hand over a microphone.
Helena Noir: “Good evening everyone. I assume you all know why I’m here tonight, so let me immediately address the elephant in the room.”
As we were saying, she went straight to the point.
Helena Noir: “When Jade asked me to choose the stipulation for my match, at Resurrection, I was surprised as everyone else. You all know my history with General Managers and authority figures, they never liked me, I never liked them, we tend to clash. A lot. Usually because they’re crooked bastards…”
At this point, she turned to another camera, smiling and waving her hand.
Helena Noir: “Hi Nathan, how are you doing?”
Her focus quickly switched back to the main camera after addressing the owner of LPW.
Helena Noir: “.. So having someone trying to make things right after the absolute shitshow that was last show’s main event between old men on a delusional ego trip trying to prove they still matter and hacks from a rival promotion making sure their co-workers got the spot they didn’t earn, stealing our title in the process...”
She raised the Liberty Championship she retrieved from Kace Matthews the day after he stole it over her head.
Helena Noir: “... Was an unexpected yet pleasant change of pace. I never had any doubt on the stipulation, so much that I called Jade right away long before the wave of false indignation that rose from my opponents hit the social media, long before people with no voice, no right and no knowledge of Liberty business called favoritism.”
After a brief pause, she picked up again.
Helena Noir: “I face three of the top competitors in LPW, some could think that adding weapons to the mix could make my life easier, more so considering my history. I always thrived in chaos, anarchy has been my dancing partner for as long as I can remember. But they made this personal with the blatant disrespect they showed to me, to this company, to its fans. All their talking about how they are supposedly better than me, how they are going to elevate this championship to new heights after they take it from me… It’s time you back it up kids, something you failed so grandly so far.”
She quickly glanced at the title resting now on her shoulder.
Helena Noir: “Luck won’t help you, you will not get this championship with a sneaky roll up after doing shit for the whole match, no sure. You want it, you will have to outlast all your opponents, in a Fatal Four-Way Elimination Rules match.”
The announcement was received by the fans with a round of cheers.
Helena Noir: “And if you’re thinking you can take any shortcut to get the job done, be aware that unlike other four way matches, you can and will indeed be disqualified, if you try anything fancy.
Scotty, Pepper, Xavier.. The playing field is set, at Resurrection four will enter, but only one will be standing tall in the end.”
The camera zoomed on her, a confident smile appearing on her face.
Helena Noir: “And you’re looking at her:”
“Noir” once again played in the arena as Helena rolled out of the ring, heading backstage for the last preparations before her match.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Kaia Granger vs Scotty Latimer
Kaia Granger vs Scotty Latimer
| RECAP This match opens up with a bang! Kaia runs forward, ducking under an attempt to clothesline her by Scotty, catching his shoulder and countering with a hard hitting swinging neckbreaker, taking him to the ground. From the ground, Kaia tries to counter the decorated veteran’s size by having him on the ground, using a plethora of submissions to keep the #1 contender down. Kaira tries to end the fight early with an arm bar, only to have Scotty power out of it. Transition after transition happened, the younger competitor showcasing her amazing technical abilities while Scotty counters her with his raw strength and ability, using his size advantage and high IQ to work the transition chains to counter her move for move. Finally, it was Scotty who emerges victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Kaia’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executes a textbook snapdragon suplex! Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Kaia wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet just like Scotty was, and as the man came for her? She surprises him with a flying arm bar, taking him to the ground as she wretched his arm, struggling to snap on the move, but when she did? She felt that victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force Scotty to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Rolling to his back, and getting up, Scotty refuses to look weak despite the pain going through his arm as he leaps up and moves to try and hammer Kaia with a springboard meathook clothesline that she ducked under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him, but as he hit the turnbuckles, he was stepping onto the second, then the third, building momentum as he backflips off of it, and behind her, and as the bewildered Kaia turns around? SUPERKICK! Visibly stunned, Kaia drops to the ground and Scotty goes for the pin but no! Kaia kicks out after two! Scotty tries to keep momentum and looks to pick Grainger up but she pulls him down! Kaia was far from finished and to prove it, instead of immediately scrambling up, she went for a Kimura lock to try and work the already injured arm and shoulder of Scotty Latimer, but much to her dismay, he wasn’t having it, refusing to submit when he was just so close to victory, he was trying to out wrestle the pain that was dealt from Kaia as she tries to literally tear his limb asunder. There were a few moments where it looked like he’d tap before the man started to deliver heavy blows to her ribs with his free arm, only to position himself better, pushing up to his knees in that awkward position as he forced the transition, barely any strength left in the arm that Kaia had worked on demolishing. It was a slow rise to a crouch as Latimer demonstrated the strength and size disparity between them before… FINAL WAVE! But no! Kaia rolls out of the ring from the momentum. Scotty looks visibly frustrated as he rolls out of the ring to retrieve Kaia. He rolls her back in and pins her but no! She kicks out just before the three count. Latimer couldn’t believe it. He didn’t waste time as he went to pick Kaia up but she was playing opossum and she quickly rolls Latimer up with a school girl! The referee makes the count and Latimer kicks out but just after the three count! It’s over and Kaia has picked up the upset victory. “I’d Rather See Your Star Explode” blares over the PA system as Kaia and Scotty shake hands, showing good sportsmanship before the scene cuts away. WINNER Kaia Grainger METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:11 FINISHING MOVE Schoolgirl |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Dex and Joss Morant, the sibling duo, who have yet to have had any luck in their tag team endeavors so far. Joss is studying over her notes as Dex glances over at her and sighs.
Dex Morant: Come on, Joss, you don’t need those fuckin’ notes anymore.
Joss Morant: But Dex!!
Dex swipes the notes from out of Joss’ hand and starts to look over them. He then looks pleasantly surprised as his brow furrows.
Dex Morant: Huh…
Joss looks at her brother with a questioning look.
Joss Morant: What is it? Did I do something wrong?
Dex shook his head.
Dex Morant: No… No… You did something right. These are good notes, sis. Lets go over them real quick before the match.
Joss’ eyes widened in surprise.
Joss Morant: Really!? You like them!?
Dex Morant: Hush! Let’s just focus! Our match is coming up next.
Joss Morant: Got it! Let’s go!
The two go over Joss’ notes real quick as the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Dex and Joss Morant, the sibling duo, who have yet to have had any luck in their tag team endeavors so far. Joss is studying over her notes as Dex glances over at her and sighs.
Dex Morant: Come on, Joss, you don’t need those fuckin’ notes anymore.
Joss Morant: But Dex!!
Dex swipes the notes from out of Joss’ hand and starts to look over them. He then looks pleasantly surprised as his brow furrows.
Dex Morant: Huh…
Joss looks at her brother with a questioning look.
Joss Morant: What is it? Did I do something wrong?
Dex shook his head.
Dex Morant: No… No… You did something right. These are good notes, sis. Lets go over them real quick before the match.
Joss’ eyes widened in surprise.
Joss Morant: Really!? You like them!?
Dex Morant: Hush! Let’s just focus! Our match is coming up next.
Joss Morant: Got it! Let’s go!
The two go over Joss’ notes real quick as the scene cuts away.
MATCH FIVE: TRIPLE THREAT TAG
Team that gets pinned doesn’t get a Tag Team Title Shot
JACKAL vs Dex & Joss Morant vs Nachthexen (Quinn & Claire Lichfield)
Team that gets pinned doesn’t get a Tag Team Title Shot
JACKAL vs Dex & Joss Morant vs Nachthexen (Quinn & Claire Lichfield)
| RECAP As you can guess, all three of these teams are at least somewhat invested in the outcome of this match - it’s not just that they want to win, of course they want to win. But in this particular Triple Threat Tag, the team that gets pinned doesn’t get a title shot at the current Liberty Tag Team Champions, the Girls of Summer! JACKAL dominate a bit in the early goings, Xavier and Tao Ada hot tagging and tossing around the smaller Dex and Joss Morant even as the pair get in some nice teamwork and double teaming in on them, including a sharp Superkick on Xavier from Dex. This combination of Nachthexen, Quinn and Claire Lichfield are not slouching around out there either, picking and choosing the best spots to make an impact in the match - on their own pace and terms, of course! At one point it seems like they’ve got the match sewn up after a devastating move on Joss, Claire getting her up for a Vertical Suplex and Quinn catching her on the way down with a Lungblower, The Tower is complete and Quinn stacks Joss up for a pin only to be kicked in the head by Xavier who yanks her up for a Samoan Drop as Tao flies in for a Big Boot! David of course is loudly encouraging this behavior as Xavier moves to pin Quinn, only to have Dex dive on the pin and break it up. Things go on like this for a good bit - the teams are working as teams and all three are showing if not flashes of brilliance, at least really good tag team wrestling for the Liberty Pro fans! Each team nearly puts the match to bed more than once, with a string of rapid pinfalls, submission attempts, and so forth, but all are broken before the three or a tap can happen! It’s anyone’s match until the real turning point - Xavier is shooting the ropes for momentum to crush Joss, when Claire and Quinn pop up at the perfect time and slam hard elbow shots into the back of his head! He staggers past Joss instead of smashing into her, hitting the ropes and she thinks fast and leaps up, taking over and boom! Surprise O’Connor Roll! Xavier is too woozy to kick out and Tao is delayed by Dex and being tripped by Claire! Joss is simply jubilant upon getting the pin on Xavier, of course she and the referee never saw what happened a few seconds prior! Joss leaps off the pin before Xavier can pitch her off and she and Dex leave the ring to celebrate their win, heading towards the back, excited that they will still be eligible for a Tag Team Title Shot! POST MATCH David is outside vehemently protesting the actions of Claire and Quinn, claiming perhaps rightly that Joss and Dex wouldn’t have pinned Xavier without the double elbow shot at the ropes by Nachthexen. He then says something particularly rude to the duo, and well, that wasn’t smart, as the pair roll out of the ring fast! Xavier and Tao are arguing with the referee as Xavier holds the back of his head, until David shrieks outside! JACKAL whirl to look just as Nachthexen put David through a table! Quinn surveys the carnage of the broken table and downed David as JACKAL exits the ring looking to chase them off - but focusing on Quinn leaves them open to hard kendo stick shots from Claire! Staggered by these shots and then worse as Quinn joins in, when from the back come Coral and Nami! Someone off the angle for the camera shot tosses the pair kendo sticks of their own and they rush to swing them at Claire and Quinn! For a moment it’s a kendo stick sword fight with the four, but Nachethexen are smarter than the average tag team and see Xavier and Ada recovering to fight too - and they throw the sticks at JACKAL before they mockingly retreat, hopping the barricade and taking off. WINNER Dex & Joss Morant METHOD PINFALL MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE O’Connor Roll |
BACKSTAGE
No sooner than the sounds of Your Favorite Drug by Porcelain Black hit, those black velvet curtains were thrown open and none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged from the back. Rather than the usual whole aura of arrogance, Laroux looked to be in a rather serious mood as he made his way to the ring.
He walked around the ringside area before being handed a microphone from a ringside attendant. Damn near snatching it away, Xavier shoved past the guy before rolling into the ring and popping back up to his feet. Bringing that microphone up, he spoke up.
Xavier Laroux: 'In justa lilbit Ima step in here with someone I know a bit more than I know most. Back in the day we tore shit up. I mean, I've seen this woman be incredibly successful..in the past. And now..while I'm still pickin up gold at every turn..she's kinda fizzled out.'
Those words rolled off his tongue in a rather nonchalant tone as he gave a shrug of his shoulders.
Xavier Laroux: 'The Carmen Cambridge I'm bouta be facin in this very ring..that's not the Carm of old. See, no matter what she says, I know how she thinks and her attention isn't gonna be a hundred percent where it needs to be..on me. And that's gonna cost her.'
Slowly, Laroux shook his head, clearly disappointed with his view of the current Carmen Cambridge.
Xavier Laroux: 'Ahead of me lays the Liberty Championship. Ahead of Carm is Tyson. My goal is just sittin there round the waist of fuckin Helena. Carm's goal? It could be waitin behind any corner..any hall..any alley..just waitin to come up outta nowhere and take her fuckin head off. And despite the bullshit she's puttin out there..that's what she's gonna be lookin for. While she's lookin for that, Ima be lookin to take her fuckin head off with this knee right here.'
Laroux slapped his right knee for emphasis before returning to what he was saying.
Xavier Laroux: 'After I'm done with Carm y'all gonna see just what I see. She ain't unbelievable..she ain't unavoidable..and she DAMN SURE ain't Untouchable.'
With that last word spoken, Laroux let the microphone fall from his hand before backing up into the corner, waiting for his match with Carmen to start..
No sooner than the sounds of Your Favorite Drug by Porcelain Black hit, those black velvet curtains were thrown open and none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged from the back. Rather than the usual whole aura of arrogance, Laroux looked to be in a rather serious mood as he made his way to the ring.
He walked around the ringside area before being handed a microphone from a ringside attendant. Damn near snatching it away, Xavier shoved past the guy before rolling into the ring and popping back up to his feet. Bringing that microphone up, he spoke up.
Xavier Laroux: 'In justa lilbit Ima step in here with someone I know a bit more than I know most. Back in the day we tore shit up. I mean, I've seen this woman be incredibly successful..in the past. And now..while I'm still pickin up gold at every turn..she's kinda fizzled out.'
Those words rolled off his tongue in a rather nonchalant tone as he gave a shrug of his shoulders.
Xavier Laroux: 'The Carmen Cambridge I'm bouta be facin in this very ring..that's not the Carm of old. See, no matter what she says, I know how she thinks and her attention isn't gonna be a hundred percent where it needs to be..on me. And that's gonna cost her.'
Slowly, Laroux shook his head, clearly disappointed with his view of the current Carmen Cambridge.
Xavier Laroux: 'Ahead of me lays the Liberty Championship. Ahead of Carm is Tyson. My goal is just sittin there round the waist of fuckin Helena. Carm's goal? It could be waitin behind any corner..any hall..any alley..just waitin to come up outta nowhere and take her fuckin head off. And despite the bullshit she's puttin out there..that's what she's gonna be lookin for. While she's lookin for that, Ima be lookin to take her fuckin head off with this knee right here.'
Laroux slapped his right knee for emphasis before returning to what he was saying.
Xavier Laroux: 'After I'm done with Carm y'all gonna see just what I see. She ain't unbelievable..she ain't unavoidable..and she DAMN SURE ain't Untouchable.'
With that last word spoken, Laroux let the microphone fall from his hand before backing up into the corner, waiting for his match with Carmen to start..
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Carmen Cambridge vs Xavier Laroux
Carmen Cambridge vs Xavier Laroux
| RECAP Carmen Cambridge and Xavier Laroux start the match off doing what they do best: jawing at each other. Carmen then points a finger right at him, and the number one contender smirks before even chuckling. He then lays Carmen out with a right hand to the face. He cracks his neck after and pulls her up by her colorful hair, whipping her into the ropes. As The Gucci Girl bounces off the ropes, he takes her down with a powerslam to the canvas! Laroux hooks a leg and picks up an early two count, but that didn't satisfy him. He mounts Cambridge and grabs the side of her head and tries to slam her head back into the mat, but Carmen shifts her body, pulls her head free and headbutts him in the upper right chest and frees herself. Carmen stands over Laroux now who struggles back to his feet. She pokes him in the forehead again and says 'that's how things go when you mess with me!' but taunting Laroux was never a smart idea. She wasted too much time and he tackles her again, but this time Carmen slides out of the ring to get away from him. The referee begins to count her out and the fans heckle her, but Cambridge turns around to shout at them and remind them that she has until ten and she will take every second she wants. Xavier slides out of the ring, not known for his patience, but he falls into her trap. Carmen was clearly waiting for him and as soon as he grabs her shoulder, she spins around and grabs him, tossing him into the barricade before sliding back into the ring. She dusts her hands off with a smirk as the ref now begins to count Laroux out! Xavier slides back into the ring at the count of eight, and is then dropkicked right in the face by Carmen who rolls him over but only picks up a two count. As the match winds on, Cambridge was growing frustrated, and that lead to Xavier reversing a belly to belly suplex attempt into one of his own. He then yanks her up and throws her into the corner, following directly behind her with a big clothesline! The number one contender runs across the ring and returns to Carm, going for a second clothesline but this time Cambridge gets her foot up and Xavier runs right into it! Carmen then runs up at him, leaps into the air, and drives both knees into his face, taking him down. Cambridge sees her chance and quickly scales to the top rope. She leaps off and connects with THE FINALE after a BATTLE and connects, and then picks up the three count. WINNER Carmen Cambridge METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:44 FINISHING MOVE The Finale |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens to one of the many hallways inside of the Hammerstein Ballroom. Tyson Gregory is seen sitting back on a steel chair, leaning with the front legs off the ground as his feet rest on a production crate in front of him. He’s already in his ring gear with a shirt that reads “Julian Savell Is My Homie”. He smirks at the camera and lets out a sigh before dropping the front legs of his chair down.
Tyson Gregory: So, tonight I’ve got the infamous Pepper as my opponent. You know, I was tempted to be a dick with all of this. I’ve had a good number of people pushing my buttons recently but I think I’m going to stick with being the good guy that I am. The one that looks out for everyone and makes sure this company is the best that it can be. That’s why I want to let Pepper know that everything she’s done up until this point? Has been the easy part. Now, the part where you get placed opposite of me in that ring? That’s the hard to near impossible part. That’s just not me rooting my own horn for fun, no that’s just me being realistic. You see Pep, wins against me don’t come that often, especially when it’s a singles match. Now don’t get me wrong, I get beat from time to time, I’m not Superman. But realistically speaking, it normally takes outside interference, most of your life points or some divine intervention to make it happen. This isn’t me bragging or whatever, this is me just giving you the God’s honest truth so you know what kind of war you are walking into with me. I don’t care if you’re the best in the world or some rookie cutting their teeth, I’m going to give you a damn war in that ring, so hopefully you’re prepared for that.
The smirk vanishes from his face as he slightly leans forward towards the camera.
Tyson Gregory. Just like I’m going to be the good friend here and tell Pepper that she might be taking on more than she should be. All the push with her clothing line and at the same time competing in numerous companies and she’s burning the candle at both ends. Pushing to be in the championship picture in Liberty, Valiant and GEW, to be on that level as well as a clothing Goliath has to be taxing and I worry about you Pep. Remember that I’m just coming to you as a friend now. Hell, it took being within like three days of this match for you to start keeping a sole focus on me and this match but still I see you going on about other topics instead of this match with me. I’m just telling you that even when people spend the entire time planning and plotting for me, they come up short. And you? It really seems like I’m not one of your bigger concerns. And while as a competitor, that stings a bit, as a friend it makes me worried for you. But I’m sure you’ll be fine right? It’s not like a loss to me is going to send you spiraling out of control to where you fail to get a championship in any of the companies you are in. Noooo….
He shrugs his shoulders a bit and gives a half smile.
Tyson Gregory: You know last week in Valiant you talked about regrets, Pep. You know, I hope you regret not focusing on me and this match more, I hope you don’t regret putting so many irons in the fire and wearing yourself out. But just remember, Pep…. I’m only saying this as your friend.
He gives the camera a slight nod.
Tyson Gregory: But after our date in the ring is over? I’ll be seeing you soon Carmen.
He gives the camera a wink before standing to his feet and walking off with the smirk returning to his face.
The scene opens to one of the many hallways inside of the Hammerstein Ballroom. Tyson Gregory is seen sitting back on a steel chair, leaning with the front legs off the ground as his feet rest on a production crate in front of him. He’s already in his ring gear with a shirt that reads “Julian Savell Is My Homie”. He smirks at the camera and lets out a sigh before dropping the front legs of his chair down.
Tyson Gregory: So, tonight I’ve got the infamous Pepper as my opponent. You know, I was tempted to be a dick with all of this. I’ve had a good number of people pushing my buttons recently but I think I’m going to stick with being the good guy that I am. The one that looks out for everyone and makes sure this company is the best that it can be. That’s why I want to let Pepper know that everything she’s done up until this point? Has been the easy part. Now, the part where you get placed opposite of me in that ring? That’s the hard to near impossible part. That’s just not me rooting my own horn for fun, no that’s just me being realistic. You see Pep, wins against me don’t come that often, especially when it’s a singles match. Now don’t get me wrong, I get beat from time to time, I’m not Superman. But realistically speaking, it normally takes outside interference, most of your life points or some divine intervention to make it happen. This isn’t me bragging or whatever, this is me just giving you the God’s honest truth so you know what kind of war you are walking into with me. I don’t care if you’re the best in the world or some rookie cutting their teeth, I’m going to give you a damn war in that ring, so hopefully you’re prepared for that.
The smirk vanishes from his face as he slightly leans forward towards the camera.
Tyson Gregory. Just like I’m going to be the good friend here and tell Pepper that she might be taking on more than she should be. All the push with her clothing line and at the same time competing in numerous companies and she’s burning the candle at both ends. Pushing to be in the championship picture in Liberty, Valiant and GEW, to be on that level as well as a clothing Goliath has to be taxing and I worry about you Pep. Remember that I’m just coming to you as a friend now. Hell, it took being within like three days of this match for you to start keeping a sole focus on me and this match but still I see you going on about other topics instead of this match with me. I’m just telling you that even when people spend the entire time planning and plotting for me, they come up short. And you? It really seems like I’m not one of your bigger concerns. And while as a competitor, that stings a bit, as a friend it makes me worried for you. But I’m sure you’ll be fine right? It’s not like a loss to me is going to send you spiraling out of control to where you fail to get a championship in any of the companies you are in. Noooo….
He shrugs his shoulders a bit and gives a half smile.
Tyson Gregory: You know last week in Valiant you talked about regrets, Pep. You know, I hope you regret not focusing on me and this match more, I hope you don’t regret putting so many irons in the fire and wearing yourself out. But just remember, Pep…. I’m only saying this as your friend.
He gives the camera a slight nod.
Tyson Gregory: But after our date in the ring is over? I’ll be seeing you soon Carmen.
He gives the camera a wink before standing to his feet and walking off with the smirk returning to his face.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cut backstage to Lizzie Jones walking to Jade Night’s office to sign the contract for her Loser Leaves Town match with Becky Balfour. Lizzie knocks on the door and when it opens up, appearing from out of the dark is Becky Balfour! Becky shoves an elbow into Lizzie’s face, catching her by surprise. Jones tries to fight back but Balfour drops her with Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT). Becky drops down onto Lizzie and screams at her before throwing down blows. Jade Night soon shows up and pulls Becky off but Becky drops Jade with her finisher too!! Becky is going mad!
She goes back to fight Lizzie Jones and do more damage but backstage staff grabs Becky and drags her away. Lizzie recovers and she charges and tackles Becky down. The two fight back and forth before being split apart again. This time, Becky escapes the backstage staff and nails Lizzie with a forearm smash! Jones looks out of it as Becky lets out a cackle before being dragged away again. Jade has now recovered and demands both of them be removed from the arena, claiming she’ll get their signatures another way. The scene then cuts away.
The scene cut backstage to Lizzie Jones walking to Jade Night’s office to sign the contract for her Loser Leaves Town match with Becky Balfour. Lizzie knocks on the door and when it opens up, appearing from out of the dark is Becky Balfour! Becky shoves an elbow into Lizzie’s face, catching her by surprise. Jones tries to fight back but Balfour drops her with Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT). Becky drops down onto Lizzie and screams at her before throwing down blows. Jade Night soon shows up and pulls Becky off but Becky drops Jade with her finisher too!! Becky is going mad!
She goes back to fight Lizzie Jones and do more damage but backstage staff grabs Becky and drags her away. Lizzie recovers and she charges and tackles Becky down. The two fight back and forth before being split apart again. This time, Becky escapes the backstage staff and nails Lizzie with a forearm smash! Jones looks out of it as Becky lets out a cackle before being dragged away again. Jade has now recovered and demands both of them be removed from the arena, claiming she’ll get their signatures another way. The scene then cuts away.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Tyson Gregory vs Precious Pepper Vain
Tyson Gregory vs Precious Pepper Vain
| RECAP The bell sounds as Precious and Tyson circle up in the middle of the ring. They go to lock up with Tyson using his size advantage to muscle Precious into the corner. Gregory backs off with the officials count and then winks at Precious the two go to lock up again but Tyson kicks at Precious’s knee, buckling her. Tyson then grabs Precious, pulls her in and snap DDT’s her head to the canvas. He then locks her in a side headlock, working on her neck. After pulling back on her neck, Precious works back to her feet but before she can get back up again, Tyson kicks her leg out from under her and then snapmares her. He then applies the headlock again, this time Precious kicks up, just grazing Tysons head, but enough to let go of the hold. Precious takes off, hitting the fall ropes, coming back and hitting a basement dropkick to Tyson, taking him down. She then pulls him up and reverse neckbreakers him back to the canvas before locking in a head scissors. Tyson fights the hold, trying to get some breathing room as Precious works on his neck. Tyson rolls her onto her back for a pin but Precious moves to break it at two but is quick enough to lock in an armbar on Tyson. She pulls back on his arm, looking for a submission but Tyson proves too strong as he lifts Precious in the air and powerbombs her back to the canvas. PPV is able to roll back to her feet and looks for a superkick but Tyson is just able to smack her foot away. Gregory grabs onto Precious and takes her over for a release German suplex but Pepper Vain lands on her feet and levels Tyson with a shining wizard to the back of the head. She makes the quick cover but only gets a two count. Tyson gets to his feet but Precious takes him down with a slingblade followed up but a running shooting star press. She covers Tyson again but he kicks out at two. Precious grabs onto Tyson and looks to go for a running knee strike but Tyson rolls through and ends up hooking Precious in an ankle lock! He torques and twists Precious’s ankle, trying to get her to submit. She pulls at her hair and fights to get free, kicking at Tyson but he holds on tight. Precious finally reaches the ropes but more damage was done to her leg now. She uses the ropes to get to her feet but as soon as she does, Tyson clotheslines her up and over the top. Precious lands in a pile outside the ring, using the guardrail to help stand up while Tyson hits the far ropes, comes back and suicide dives through the middle ropes and takes her and himself into the guardrail! Both are slowly moving as the official makes his count. Tyson is the first to his feet and he pulls up Precious, only to drive her back and ribs first into the side of the ring. He follows up with a snap suplex on the outside before going into the ring to break the count. He heads back out and goes for a suplex but drops Precious ribs first onto the guardrail. He backs off a few steps then charges in with a running knee to the side of Precious’s head, leaving her hanging on the rail almost lifeless. Tyson drags her back to the ring and rolls her inside. He makes the cover but Precious kicks out at two, causing Tyson to chuckle and shake his head. Tyson pulls Precious to her feet and sends her into the far ropes, she bounds back and Tyson lifts her up for a snap spine buster but Precious holds on and reverses it into a guillotine! She locks her legs around Tyson and pulls back on his head and neck. Tyson fights the hold but Precious has it locked in deep, yelling out with each pull on his neck! Tyson starts to punch and hammer on Precious’s ribs as best as he can to break the submission but she hangs on tight. Finally Tyson hits her just right and her grip starts to slip, he keeps hammering away until she lets go of the hold and both are down on the canvas in pain. Both start to stir and slowly get to their feet when Precious makes a move, knocking Gregory down with a running knee strike this time! She then drops to a knee to gather herself, catching a breath. She then runs to the turnbuckle and gets up on the top ropes. She leaps off, going for Collapsing Star but Tyson kips up and catches her! He then drops her with The End Of Your Sorrow (Lifting single underhook DDT). Tyson goes for the pin and picks up the three count and the win! WINNER Tyson Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:06 FINISHING MOVE The End of Your Sorrow |
BACKSTAGE
A hard cut to the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom. There’s no Nachthexen - no the solitary figure in a store room is Tamsin. There’s an eerie hush about the atmosphere as the camera captures the Manx Axe Murderer going through her pre-fight progressions.
She’s applying tape around her fist, slowly - applying layer after layer. An extreme close up sets the frame’s focus on her tranced facial expression. With glazed eyes, and a slightly agape and moving jaw - it appears as if she’s muttering something, completely inaudible for the viewer.
And slowly beneath her - appears a black harshly stroked bar graphic. As she sits and readies herself, text begins to fill and crawl the length of that void space.
[[YOU CAN KEEP ME OUT OF THE TITLE PICTURE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. BUT EVERYONE KNOWS THE FOLLOWING.
NACHTHEXEN IS FOREVER I’VE BEEN THE BEST THING ON THIS ROSTER FROM LAST YEAR TO THIS REBOOT LPW WOULD RATHER HAND OUT TITLE SHOTS TO FASHION DESIGNERS
THE LPW CHAMPIONSHIP IS A POLITICAL PRISONER BEING HELD AGAINST ITS WILL TO GIVE VALIDATION TO A MINOR LEAGUE SHOW THAT PEOPLE ONLY ATTEND BECAUSE THEY CANT GET TICKETS TO SEE LPW TALENT ON LPW SHOWS
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. I’M NO LONGER GOING TO SPEAK ON WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY OWED TO ME. INSTEAD EVERYTHING WILL BE TAKEN BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST
NACHTHEXEN WILL HOLD EVERY TITLE. NO ONE IS SAFE. A THOUSAND YEAR DARKNESS WILL REIGN OVER EVERY BOROUGH OF NEW YORK.
NOT A SINGLE LIZARD WILL SLIDE ITS UNDERBELLY ACROSS THE SANDS OF DEBRIS.
BECAUSE IN THE WORDS OF PROTHERO -
BAD GUYS WIN
GOOD GUYS LOSE
AND AS ALWAYS]]
The captions quickly drop, leaving a lingering view on Tamsin as she slowly rises.
“Nachthexen Prevails.”
A hard cut to the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom. There’s no Nachthexen - no the solitary figure in a store room is Tamsin. There’s an eerie hush about the atmosphere as the camera captures the Manx Axe Murderer going through her pre-fight progressions.
She’s applying tape around her fist, slowly - applying layer after layer. An extreme close up sets the frame’s focus on her tranced facial expression. With glazed eyes, and a slightly agape and moving jaw - it appears as if she’s muttering something, completely inaudible for the viewer.
And slowly beneath her - appears a black harshly stroked bar graphic. As she sits and readies herself, text begins to fill and crawl the length of that void space.
[[YOU CAN KEEP ME OUT OF THE TITLE PICTURE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. BUT EVERYONE KNOWS THE FOLLOWING.
NACHTHEXEN IS FOREVER I’VE BEEN THE BEST THING ON THIS ROSTER FROM LAST YEAR TO THIS REBOOT LPW WOULD RATHER HAND OUT TITLE SHOTS TO FASHION DESIGNERS
THE LPW CHAMPIONSHIP IS A POLITICAL PRISONER BEING HELD AGAINST ITS WILL TO GIVE VALIDATION TO A MINOR LEAGUE SHOW THAT PEOPLE ONLY ATTEND BECAUSE THEY CANT GET TICKETS TO SEE LPW TALENT ON LPW SHOWS
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. I’M NO LONGER GOING TO SPEAK ON WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY OWED TO ME. INSTEAD EVERYTHING WILL BE TAKEN BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST
NACHTHEXEN WILL HOLD EVERY TITLE. NO ONE IS SAFE. A THOUSAND YEAR DARKNESS WILL REIGN OVER EVERY BOROUGH OF NEW YORK.
NOT A SINGLE LIZARD WILL SLIDE ITS UNDERBELLY ACROSS THE SANDS OF DEBRIS.
BECAUSE IN THE WORDS OF PROTHERO -
BAD GUYS WIN
GOOD GUYS LOSE
AND AS ALWAYS]]
The captions quickly drop, leaving a lingering view on Tamsin as she slowly rises.
“Nachthexen Prevails.”
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to a shot of Freddie Hjalmar stood admiring his own reflection in the mirror, stood with his chest puffed out proudly. A tailor holds an ornate piece of red fabric against his already ornate robe, nodding before he speaks.
Tailor: Very gallant, Grand Prince.
Freddie’s smirk grows, if you could even imagine that.
Freddie Hjalmar: I agree. You’ve done a fine job - I’m surprised, I have to say. The roses in particular are fantastic. Go away now, go...do your thing, just make sure it’s all ready for me by my main event tonight.
Hjalmar slips out of the robe carefully, dropping it into the tailor’s hands who disappears to perform his work. With that done, Freddie's attention is yet again captured by his own reflection. He takes a short second to adjust his coronet as he usually does, primarily to draw attention to it more than anything else, before he speaks.
Freddie Hjalmar: There is only one semi-final matchup I’m interested in tonight, and that’s mine. In the main event this evening I go one on one with TJ Techniques, and rest assured that is a match I will be winning. The other semi-final to me is...insignificant, soundly on the periphery. It doesn't matter who makes it to the final because they are going to have to deal with the Grand Prince, Freddie Hjalmar. My reach is global, my eyes are everywhere and one knee beheads my lessers. And that is precisely what they are - my lessers. There is no one in this company that is on equal footing with Hjalmar. There is no one in this company who can stop me from taking what I want, and what I want is more gold. More accolades, more everything. The Gotham Championship is available and I am taking it. My path leads me through TJ Techniques, then through Cerrano or Clark. If you have a working brain you’ll know that belt is as good as mine.
He makes eye-contact with the camera in the mirror, staring daggers through the lens for a moment before continuing.
Freddie Hjalmar: I don’t talk for the sake of talking. I always keep my promises, always - tonight will be no different. I’m sure TJ thinks he has a chance, and that is why he is who he is, and I am who I am. He’s been on a little bit of a run lately, and he may think that he has some semblance of momentum, but he is going up against royalty tonight...and the Grand Prince calls for an execution.
Freddie’s grin reappears, peering into the camera with his ever assured look before the shot fades out.
We cut backstage to a shot of Freddie Hjalmar stood admiring his own reflection in the mirror, stood with his chest puffed out proudly. A tailor holds an ornate piece of red fabric against his already ornate robe, nodding before he speaks.
Tailor: Very gallant, Grand Prince.
Freddie’s smirk grows, if you could even imagine that.
Freddie Hjalmar: I agree. You’ve done a fine job - I’m surprised, I have to say. The roses in particular are fantastic. Go away now, go...do your thing, just make sure it’s all ready for me by my main event tonight.
Hjalmar slips out of the robe carefully, dropping it into the tailor’s hands who disappears to perform his work. With that done, Freddie's attention is yet again captured by his own reflection. He takes a short second to adjust his coronet as he usually does, primarily to draw attention to it more than anything else, before he speaks.
Freddie Hjalmar: There is only one semi-final matchup I’m interested in tonight, and that’s mine. In the main event this evening I go one on one with TJ Techniques, and rest assured that is a match I will be winning. The other semi-final to me is...insignificant, soundly on the periphery. It doesn't matter who makes it to the final because they are going to have to deal with the Grand Prince, Freddie Hjalmar. My reach is global, my eyes are everywhere and one knee beheads my lessers. And that is precisely what they are - my lessers. There is no one in this company that is on equal footing with Hjalmar. There is no one in this company who can stop me from taking what I want, and what I want is more gold. More accolades, more everything. The Gotham Championship is available and I am taking it. My path leads me through TJ Techniques, then through Cerrano or Clark. If you have a working brain you’ll know that belt is as good as mine.
He makes eye-contact with the camera in the mirror, staring daggers through the lens for a moment before continuing.
Freddie Hjalmar: I don’t talk for the sake of talking. I always keep my promises, always - tonight will be no different. I’m sure TJ thinks he has a chance, and that is why he is who he is, and I am who I am. He’s been on a little bit of a run lately, and he may think that he has some semblance of momentum, but he is going up against royalty tonight...and the Grand Prince calls for an execution.
Freddie’s grin reappears, peering into the camera with his ever assured look before the shot fades out.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Tamsin vs Helena Noir
Tamsin vs Helena Noir
| RECAP The two women start to circle the ring to kick off their match, with Tamsin wanting to show the world that she belongs in contention for the Liberty Championship. Helena kicks off the match as she hits Tamsin with a plethora of strikes and kicks but eventually Tamsin catches Helena’s leg before dropping her with an exploder suplex. Tamsin went for the pin but Noir kicked out after the two count. Tamsin shows that she has Helena scouted throughout the match by countering several strikes and moves. Helena eventually caught Tamsin by surprise when she was taunting the fans and she took her down with a zig zag. Tamsin stumbled back to her feet and Noir took her out with a jumping roundhouse kick. Noir pins Tamsin but Tamsin kicks out after the two count. Helena picks Tamsin up but Tamsin hits her with a thumb to the eye, causing the referee to warn Tamsin. Tamsin shrugs the referee off before she hits a big brainbuster that puts Helena down and she tries for a pin, but to her surprise, Helena kicks out early into the count. Looking for a repeat, Tamsin lifts Noir right back up into another suplex position, but Helena floats over and rolls the massive Tamsin up for a two count. Helena starts to gain momentum as she hits Tamsin with a series of kicks and strikes before hitting the ropes and then taking Tamsin out with a slingblade. Tamsin begins to get to her feet as Helena hits a springboard moonsault that takes Tamsin down and allows Helena to keep control of the match. Keeping a competitor like Tamsin down isn't an easy task, and when Tamsin gets up to her knees, Helena takes her out with a hurricanrana driver. Helena pins Tamsin but Tamsin kicks out after two. Helena hits the top ropes and she leaps off, going for a frog splash but Tamsin lifts her knees in the air and they connect with Noirs ribs. Helena struggles to her feet, as did Tamsin. They fight in the middle of the ring before Helena whips Tamsin into the corner. Helena backed up into the corner across from Tamsin before charging forward, looking to go for a spear but Tamsin launched out of her own corner with the "Veto" (Charging Headbutt). Perhaps taking too long, Helenas slip up costs her big time as Tamsin now pinned her. Helena looked done as Tamsin pinned her and the referee was right about to count to three when Noir got her foot up on the rope. Tamsin began to celebrate her victory when the referee waved her off, telling Tamsin that Helenas foot was on the ropes. The two began to argue back and forth as this gave Helena a chance to get back to her feet. Tamsin notices and she charges Helena, going for her patented "Veto" (Charging Headbutt) once again but Noir ducks it. Helena turns around and is met by a hard knee to her gut from Helena. Noir then nails Tamsin with Fondu Au Noir (Cradle DDT into a Guillotine Choke) but Helena only hits the Cradle DDT part, as Tamsin throws her momentum away from Helena and rolls out of the ring. Helena is in the ring catching her breath when Kace Matthews from GEW slides into the ring with the GEW Championship. Kace slams the championship into Helena’s face but the referee doesn’t see it, as he was checking on Tamsin who was on the outside. Kace quickly slides out of the ring and leaves. Tamsin soon recovers and gets back in the ring. She then stalks over Helena before hitting “6ixshooter” Reverse Meteora. Tamsin pins the Liberty Champion and the referee makes the count and Tamsin gets the three count, giving Tamsin a win over the Liberty Champion! The bell rings and Tamsin quickly grabs the Liberty Championship. She holds it over Helena, yelling, ‘THIS WILL BE MINE!’ Tamsin then lays it over Helena and exits the ring, leaving the champion laid out. WINNER Tamsin METHOD 13:41 MATCH LENGTH 6ixshooter FINISHING MOVE 6ixshooter |
BACKSTAGE
?? : Excuse me! Hold up, just a moment!
The bright voice cuts over the backstage noise, none other than the lead backstage interviewer, Astrid Rayner herself as she hustles up to Brianna Leigh Clark, who doesn’t seem to have noticed her approach, she starts just a bit as Astrid gets ahead of her and turns to face her, microphone in hand.
Astrid Rayner: Brianna Leigh Clark everyone - who’s made it to the Gotham Championship Semi-Finals here tonight! Brianna, if I can just have a moment of your time, I’m sure we can knock this out quickly…
She waits a moment, noticing that Brianna has a small stack of what appear to be flyers in her hands, a mere glimpse seen before she holds them to her chest, up against her dark Liberty Pro branded t-shirt. Brianna blinks and her and then nods, though her eyes dart around her a few times before she grins.
Brianna Clark: ...sure, go ahead?
Astrid Rayner: Great! First of all, how do you feel that your match against Max Cerrano is in the headline slot, compared to the other semi-final featuring Freddie Hjalmar and TJ Techniques?
Brianna actually blinks, a brief confused expression on her face before she schools it a bit and laughs.
Brianna Clark: I mean honestly, so what? Astrid, I know there’s a lot of people that put a lot of weird weight on where their matches are on a night, but why? If I can’t wrestle a match just as exciting as the Main Event no matter where I’m at? Then that’s a me problem, not a company problem or a respect problem. I’m going to do the best I can, no matter what, and I want this win bad. Not just because I want to face Freddie or TJ over the Gotham Championship, because of course I want that.
A split second that sees her lips draw back in a near to a snarl before she takes a deep breath.
Brianna Clark: You know, I shouldn’t let it get to me. What he said, what Freddie says, what anyone says. I mean, would you let it get to you Astrid? Nevermind, no worries. I’m a lot, you know? I’m a wrestler that actually likes wrestling, I’m new enough not to have the shine knocked off me yet. I care. Maybe a bit too much, but here we are. So, I guess what it comes down to is whether I can do what I want here tonight, or if I’m not ready. If I just have to work harder. Because I’m not giving up, no matter what they have to say about it.
Astrid nods, her eyes going to that stack of flyers, curiosity on her face.
Astrid Rayner: Can I see that, if you don’t mind?
Brianna Clark: Well, I guess, since you asked nice.
She peels one off the stack and turns it so that Astrid and the camera can see it - a print out of a Tweet she made recently, featuring a couple very well known cartoon characters, and a little smile came to her mouth as she tapped the pics.
Brianna Clark: See? Cerrano and Hjalmar. Can’t unsee it.
Brianna laughs then, and Astrid grins, much better at controlling her reaction.
Astrid Rayner: That’s fun. But while we’re talking about Max Cerrano, honestly, what do you think your chances actually are? Not to stir the pot, but he seems more focused, more serious, more…
Brianna Clark: … rude? Mean? Cranky? Look, Astrid… Liberty fans, even… Cerrano can act any way he wants out of that ring. But I know, he can wrestle. He’s good, maybe even as good as he thinks he is. But everyone messes up sometimes, and really that’s all that’s needed. A mistake, a misstep, and three seconds.
Astrid Rayner: That… really isn’t answering my question?
Brianna laughs, shaking her head and stepping away from Astrid, heading off in the direction she was already going.
Brianna Clark: I really don’t know, Astrid! Going to find out later on, just watch!
She leaves the bemused Astrid behind, that flyer in her hands as the cameras cut elsewhere.
?? : Excuse me! Hold up, just a moment!
The bright voice cuts over the backstage noise, none other than the lead backstage interviewer, Astrid Rayner herself as she hustles up to Brianna Leigh Clark, who doesn’t seem to have noticed her approach, she starts just a bit as Astrid gets ahead of her and turns to face her, microphone in hand.
Astrid Rayner: Brianna Leigh Clark everyone - who’s made it to the Gotham Championship Semi-Finals here tonight! Brianna, if I can just have a moment of your time, I’m sure we can knock this out quickly…
She waits a moment, noticing that Brianna has a small stack of what appear to be flyers in her hands, a mere glimpse seen before she holds them to her chest, up against her dark Liberty Pro branded t-shirt. Brianna blinks and her and then nods, though her eyes dart around her a few times before she grins.
Brianna Clark: ...sure, go ahead?
Astrid Rayner: Great! First of all, how do you feel that your match against Max Cerrano is in the headline slot, compared to the other semi-final featuring Freddie Hjalmar and TJ Techniques?
Brianna actually blinks, a brief confused expression on her face before she schools it a bit and laughs.
Brianna Clark: I mean honestly, so what? Astrid, I know there’s a lot of people that put a lot of weird weight on where their matches are on a night, but why? If I can’t wrestle a match just as exciting as the Main Event no matter where I’m at? Then that’s a me problem, not a company problem or a respect problem. I’m going to do the best I can, no matter what, and I want this win bad. Not just because I want to face Freddie or TJ over the Gotham Championship, because of course I want that.
A split second that sees her lips draw back in a near to a snarl before she takes a deep breath.
Brianna Clark: You know, I shouldn’t let it get to me. What he said, what Freddie says, what anyone says. I mean, would you let it get to you Astrid? Nevermind, no worries. I’m a lot, you know? I’m a wrestler that actually likes wrestling, I’m new enough not to have the shine knocked off me yet. I care. Maybe a bit too much, but here we are. So, I guess what it comes down to is whether I can do what I want here tonight, or if I’m not ready. If I just have to work harder. Because I’m not giving up, no matter what they have to say about it.
Astrid nods, her eyes going to that stack of flyers, curiosity on her face.
Astrid Rayner: Can I see that, if you don’t mind?
Brianna Clark: Well, I guess, since you asked nice.
She peels one off the stack and turns it so that Astrid and the camera can see it - a print out of a Tweet she made recently, featuring a couple very well known cartoon characters, and a little smile came to her mouth as she tapped the pics.
Brianna Clark: See? Cerrano and Hjalmar. Can’t unsee it.
Brianna laughs then, and Astrid grins, much better at controlling her reaction.
Astrid Rayner: That’s fun. But while we’re talking about Max Cerrano, honestly, what do you think your chances actually are? Not to stir the pot, but he seems more focused, more serious, more…
Brianna Clark: … rude? Mean? Cranky? Look, Astrid… Liberty fans, even… Cerrano can act any way he wants out of that ring. But I know, he can wrestle. He’s good, maybe even as good as he thinks he is. But everyone messes up sometimes, and really that’s all that’s needed. A mistake, a misstep, and three seconds.
Astrid Rayner: That… really isn’t answering my question?
Brianna laughs, shaking her head and stepping away from Astrid, heading off in the direction she was already going.
Brianna Clark: I really don’t know, Astrid! Going to find out later on, just watch!
She leaves the bemused Astrid behind, that flyer in her hands as the cameras cut elsewhere.
EARLIER TONIGHT
Somewhere inside the Manhattan Center. The general hustle and bustle skirting the area where Max Cerrano sits, impeccably dressed, apparently in a state of contemplation.
Max Cerrano: I’ll say it once, very clearly, so those in their precarious seats of power understand it very clearly: I don’t take kindly to being toyed with.
Something bordering on disgust crosses Cerrano’s features, and he shakes his head.
Max Cerrano: I’ve chosen to put the farce that was last episode’s tag team match in the rear view mirror. Nothing about it changed anything. The lesser son showed his cowardly nature a bit more readily than even I might have expected, and a pair of clowns took advantage. Nothing more. A slight detour that hasn’t derailed the goal in the least bit. That being said...I’ve put it aside. But I haven’t forgotten. And I won’t.
He brushes a stray atom of dust off of his shirt, shifting forward slightly.
Max Cerrano: Every slight gets repaid in kind. This is not your Liberty anymore, remember? This is occupied territory, and no deed goes without reprisal. But that’s a story for another time, say...two weeks from now, if the petulant child manages to beg, borrow, and steal his way there. My place, however...is guaranteed.
An indifferent shrug.
Max Cerrano: I don’t know that I could put it more simply. The moment the match was signed, and that drew my name...The outcome was decided. To give it any further acknowledgment than that would be to do myself, and my future plans a complete disservice, almost more than the barrage of self aggrandizement and lingerie pictures that accompany whatever garbage it decided to pry from a kitten poster that particular day. It’s like my uncle always told me….You give a whining dog any attention, they’ll follow you for the rest of your days, begging. Better to ignore it, and let someone else bear the burden to their grave.
The hint of a smirk at that.
Max Cerrano: Which is a fine option. But I think I’ll take a more...direct solution....
A moment’s pause, as he stands, adjusting his collar.
Max Cerrano: And put the fucking dog down.
With that, Cerrano confidently strides out of the frame, and we cut elsewhere.
Somewhere inside the Manhattan Center. The general hustle and bustle skirting the area where Max Cerrano sits, impeccably dressed, apparently in a state of contemplation.
Max Cerrano: I’ll say it once, very clearly, so those in their precarious seats of power understand it very clearly: I don’t take kindly to being toyed with.
Something bordering on disgust crosses Cerrano’s features, and he shakes his head.
Max Cerrano: I’ve chosen to put the farce that was last episode’s tag team match in the rear view mirror. Nothing about it changed anything. The lesser son showed his cowardly nature a bit more readily than even I might have expected, and a pair of clowns took advantage. Nothing more. A slight detour that hasn’t derailed the goal in the least bit. That being said...I’ve put it aside. But I haven’t forgotten. And I won’t.
He brushes a stray atom of dust off of his shirt, shifting forward slightly.
Max Cerrano: Every slight gets repaid in kind. This is not your Liberty anymore, remember? This is occupied territory, and no deed goes without reprisal. But that’s a story for another time, say...two weeks from now, if the petulant child manages to beg, borrow, and steal his way there. My place, however...is guaranteed.
An indifferent shrug.
Max Cerrano: I don’t know that I could put it more simply. The moment the match was signed, and that drew my name...The outcome was decided. To give it any further acknowledgment than that would be to do myself, and my future plans a complete disservice, almost more than the barrage of self aggrandizement and lingerie pictures that accompany whatever garbage it decided to pry from a kitten poster that particular day. It’s like my uncle always told me….You give a whining dog any attention, they’ll follow you for the rest of your days, begging. Better to ignore it, and let someone else bear the burden to their grave.
The hint of a smirk at that.
Max Cerrano: Which is a fine option. But I think I’ll take a more...direct solution....
A moment’s pause, as he stands, adjusting his collar.
Max Cerrano: And put the fucking dog down.
With that, Cerrano confidently strides out of the frame, and we cut elsewhere.
HEADLINE: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINALS
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Max Cerrano
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Max Cerrano
| RECAP A lot is at stake here in this match for the chance to go to the finals for the Gotham Title at Liberty’s Supershow Resurrection. Brianna is on her way out with “Green Lights” her theme song blaring in the backdrop, as she is narrowing the bottom of the ramp way, Max is already on her attacking her from behind and tossing her into the ring, the referee has no choice but to sound for the bell and start the match as Max is on Brianna before she even has a chance to catch her breath. The Proficient Technician makes a few ruthless hits before he drops Brianna down with a snap brainbuster. What should’ve been his attempt at a pin was instead followed up with a brutal assault of his signature move “No Leaf Clover” otherwise known as a torture cloverleaf Brianna whelps out in pain and while she is locked into the submission for a consistent amount of time, her strength and courage shows through as she finally reaches a rope break which max holds onto a little longer than he should before the referee gets him off. Brianna has no choice but to regroup on the outside of the ring. Trying to stay on top of his opponent, Cerrano shows off some of those Lucha skills going to hit a somersault senton, but Brianna scouts it and moves out of the way, still nursing her lower back the two are down on the outside of the ring for several moments before Brianna is finally up to her feet. Taking Max back inside of the ring she sends him into the ropes before bouncing back with a Facebreaker DDT. Next comes a Tiger Suplex, followed by a Cradle suplex which is attempted with a pinfall for a two count. By the time both competitors are back on their feet, the two have spent a good bit of the match going back and forth. Brianna proved more resilient than Max thought initially, and Max gave every bit of technical prowess that he is known for. Max soon goes gor a diving hurricanrana but Brianna turns it into a powerbomb pin. She gets a two count but Cerrano quickly kicks out. Brianna picks Cerrano up and she swings him into the ropes and he comes back and she drops him with a spinebuster. Another pin and Cerrano once again kicks out. Bri pauses for a moment to sigh and shake her head. Brianna seemed to be nearing the end of the match, she was going for her finisher of a Punch Into Row Z, but Max had it scouted and takes her down with a clothesline, and just as she leans up Max comes sliding in with Headhunter (Sliding D), nearly taking Brianna’s head off. She is down for the count. Max kips up after the match and glares intensely into the camera before giving a cocky smile at the decapitation he just performed, knowing that no matter how hard Brianna tried, she couldn't defeat him and that he was just too much for her in the end. Brianna is down on the mat as Max exits the ring and she slowly comes to as the referee checks on her. WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:45 FINISHING MOVE Headhunter |
BACKSTAGE
The show switches backstage to a closeup shot of a poster. It's a vintage styled boxing poster that highlights tonight's card. The view starts at the bottom of the poster...
Unknown: Keep going...
Before slowly scrolling upwards.
Unknown: Keeeeep going...
Before stopping at the match at the very top of the card. Both names are in big bold letters, which distinguishes their place from everyone else on the card.
Unknown: ... Boom.
We slowly zoom out, revealing one quarter of tonight's Gotham Championship semifinalists, TJ Techniques.
TJ Techniques: The Main Event: the match on the card that has the most eyes on it. The Main Event: the spot on the show that's reserved for the company's very best. The Main Event: the match on the card that has the biggest dollar amount when it comes to the winner's purse. If you were to ask Fredo what he thinks of being placed in the headlining match, his ungrateful ass would tell you that this is loooooong overdue. He'd tell you that not only is this the place that he should have been weeks ago, but this is the spot that someone of his ilk should always be in.
TJ shakes his head in disbelief.
TJ Techniques: The nerve right?
He chuckles to himself.
TJ Techniques: Me? I'm a different type of cat. Politics didn't get me this spot. Bitching and moaning didn't get me this spot. My accomplishments from other promotions didn't even get me this spot. What did? Simple. It's the work that I put in inside these walls.
TJ circles his finger around him to emphasize the point.
TJ Techniques: I told y'all just a couple of weeks ago that the cream rises to the top. Well guess what, family?
TJ spreads his arms out wide.
TJ Techniques: Here we are. We've arrived.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Here we are in the main event and this ain't even a title match. But it's got title implications. We're this close. The Semifinals of this tournament to crown a new Gotham Champion. By the time the bell is rung for my match with Freddie Hjalmar, we'll both know who we'll be facing in the Finals. It'll either be Max Cerrano. Or it'll be the woman I had the pleasure of teaming with last show, Brianna Leigh Clark. Now all four of us are no strangers to each other. Y'all saw the tag team match on last show and it went just like I said it would. As long as me and Bri Leigh acted as one, we would have a good chance of making it outta there with the W. Freddie and Max were far from pushovers. But they were also far from being that cohesive unit. You two didn't need to be best friends. You didn't even have to act like you like each other. All you had to do was get on the same page. Just for one night. Just for one damn match. That's all y'all had to do. But you couldn't even do that. Don't blame us, you brought it on yourselves. Even though Max Cerrano won't give me or Bri the credit for the win, I'll be the bigger man and give him some credit. At least he wanted to fight. At least he wanted to get in there and fight for it. Fred, I figured that pride would have made you stick it out for the rest of the match. Hell, I figured a greedy s.o.b. like you would have stuck around simply for a shot at getting a bonus for winning the match. But I guess when you have daddy's money to fall back on, you can just tuck your tail and run while you leave Max holding the bag.
TJ shakes his head disapprovingly.
TJ Techniques: But guess what, boy. There won't be no running tonight. Not if you want to reach the Finals. Max won't be there to be sacrificed tonight. There won't be a partner in the corner for you to throw under the bus this time. It's just you and me inside that squared circle, Frederick. Me and you. One on one. Are you actually gonna stand on your own two feet and fight? Are you gonna come in there as a man tonight? Can you come as a man, Freddie? Are you actually gonna ball up those fists and show me what your knuckle game is like? Oh yeah, you run your mouth a lot. You can run your mouth with the best of them. But I wanna see if you're gonna back up even half of the trash that comes out of your mouth. I wanna see for myself, one on one, if you can live up to all your hype. After all, you're not just a World Champion someplace else. You're a GLOBAL Champion now. Oh yeah, I peeped the footage. And I know that's not the only gold you wanna add to your collection. But if you want that Gotham Championship, you're gonna actually have to man up and go through me. I know what you say you're gonna do. But "saying" and "doing"?
TJ holds up two fingers.
TJ Techniques: Two different things and you're gonna that out the hard way, bruh.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: A guy like you doesn't like being disrespected like this. A guy like you isn't used to being talked back to with this type of tone. But that's the difference between me and you. See, I reciprocate that energy. You show me respect? I give it right back. You want to keep it peace? I can keep it peaceful. But when you talk down to me? When you show me disrespect? When you give me your ass to kiss? That's when you get knuckled down in the center of the ring. A guy like you isn't used to being pushed physically like how I'm gonna push you in there tonight. Oh yeah, you had a good 'ol time yawning on the apron and looking as if you'd rather be anywhere else than in that match last time. Well guess what, Freddie? When I'm running your lil pretty ass ragged inside that ring? When I'm flying that head from the ring all the way up to the 2nd balcony, there won't be any yawning going on tonight. Trust me. You'll be too busy getting outwrestled and out-hit to be yawning. But that feeling you experienced last time? That feeling of wishing you were anywhere else but in the match? You'll be experience that same feeling here tonight.
TJ Techniques: I talked my shit last show. I won't deny it. But I can say that I gave you and Max your due. I acknowledged your skillset. I acknowledged your willingness to win at all costs. When it came to you, I acknowledged your status as a prodigy... as a man who will likely have his own lengthy chapter in the Kanensson dynasty. But could you acknowledge my desire? My heart? My skillset? HA, of course not. You couldn't even acknowledge me by name. You wouldn't dare sully your tongue by letting the name "TJ Techniques" roll off it. Heh.
TJ looks off and shakes his head. He tries to hide it as best he can. But he's bothered by being dismissed and looked down upon by both of his opponents from last show.
TJ Techniques: Cool... cool...
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Let me tell you what you will acknowledge. You're gonna acknowledge that I outworked you in that ring tonight. If you won't do it verbally, then the crowd seeing you struggling to get back to your feet will tell the tale. You're gonna acknowledge the hurt I put on you tonight. If you don't verbally say it, the speed knots that will be on your head tomorrow morning will tell the tale. You will acknowledge the additional L I put on your record here tonight. It's like I said before. There's no Max tonight. No partner in the corner. You cannot bribe me with your money. I won't lay down for you. I lay down for no man and the only way I will lay down is if you put me down! You want to win the Gotham Championship? You want to make the Gotham Championship THEE championship here in Liberty Pro? Then you gotta put in that work. You're gonna have to outlast everything I throw at you. You're gonna have to man up. Don't just say it, show it. 'Cause that's what I'm planning on doing out there.
The camera starts to zoom in.
TJ Techniques: Freddie, I will show up... I will show out... and I will show you up... before advancing to the finals for that Gotham Championship. Now peep that.
The show switches backstage to a closeup shot of a poster. It's a vintage styled boxing poster that highlights tonight's card. The view starts at the bottom of the poster...
Unknown: Keep going...
Before slowly scrolling upwards.
Unknown: Keeeeep going...
Before stopping at the match at the very top of the card. Both names are in big bold letters, which distinguishes their place from everyone else on the card.
Unknown: ... Boom.
We slowly zoom out, revealing one quarter of tonight's Gotham Championship semifinalists, TJ Techniques.
TJ Techniques: The Main Event: the match on the card that has the most eyes on it. The Main Event: the spot on the show that's reserved for the company's very best. The Main Event: the match on the card that has the biggest dollar amount when it comes to the winner's purse. If you were to ask Fredo what he thinks of being placed in the headlining match, his ungrateful ass would tell you that this is loooooong overdue. He'd tell you that not only is this the place that he should have been weeks ago, but this is the spot that someone of his ilk should always be in.
TJ shakes his head in disbelief.
TJ Techniques: The nerve right?
He chuckles to himself.
TJ Techniques: Me? I'm a different type of cat. Politics didn't get me this spot. Bitching and moaning didn't get me this spot. My accomplishments from other promotions didn't even get me this spot. What did? Simple. It's the work that I put in inside these walls.
TJ circles his finger around him to emphasize the point.
TJ Techniques: I told y'all just a couple of weeks ago that the cream rises to the top. Well guess what, family?
TJ spreads his arms out wide.
TJ Techniques: Here we are. We've arrived.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Here we are in the main event and this ain't even a title match. But it's got title implications. We're this close. The Semifinals of this tournament to crown a new Gotham Champion. By the time the bell is rung for my match with Freddie Hjalmar, we'll both know who we'll be facing in the Finals. It'll either be Max Cerrano. Or it'll be the woman I had the pleasure of teaming with last show, Brianna Leigh Clark. Now all four of us are no strangers to each other. Y'all saw the tag team match on last show and it went just like I said it would. As long as me and Bri Leigh acted as one, we would have a good chance of making it outta there with the W. Freddie and Max were far from pushovers. But they were also far from being that cohesive unit. You two didn't need to be best friends. You didn't even have to act like you like each other. All you had to do was get on the same page. Just for one night. Just for one damn match. That's all y'all had to do. But you couldn't even do that. Don't blame us, you brought it on yourselves. Even though Max Cerrano won't give me or Bri the credit for the win, I'll be the bigger man and give him some credit. At least he wanted to fight. At least he wanted to get in there and fight for it. Fred, I figured that pride would have made you stick it out for the rest of the match. Hell, I figured a greedy s.o.b. like you would have stuck around simply for a shot at getting a bonus for winning the match. But I guess when you have daddy's money to fall back on, you can just tuck your tail and run while you leave Max holding the bag.
TJ shakes his head disapprovingly.
TJ Techniques: But guess what, boy. There won't be no running tonight. Not if you want to reach the Finals. Max won't be there to be sacrificed tonight. There won't be a partner in the corner for you to throw under the bus this time. It's just you and me inside that squared circle, Frederick. Me and you. One on one. Are you actually gonna stand on your own two feet and fight? Are you gonna come in there as a man tonight? Can you come as a man, Freddie? Are you actually gonna ball up those fists and show me what your knuckle game is like? Oh yeah, you run your mouth a lot. You can run your mouth with the best of them. But I wanna see if you're gonna back up even half of the trash that comes out of your mouth. I wanna see for myself, one on one, if you can live up to all your hype. After all, you're not just a World Champion someplace else. You're a GLOBAL Champion now. Oh yeah, I peeped the footage. And I know that's not the only gold you wanna add to your collection. But if you want that Gotham Championship, you're gonna actually have to man up and go through me. I know what you say you're gonna do. But "saying" and "doing"?
TJ holds up two fingers.
TJ Techniques: Two different things and you're gonna that out the hard way, bruh.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: A guy like you doesn't like being disrespected like this. A guy like you isn't used to being talked back to with this type of tone. But that's the difference between me and you. See, I reciprocate that energy. You show me respect? I give it right back. You want to keep it peace? I can keep it peaceful. But when you talk down to me? When you show me disrespect? When you give me your ass to kiss? That's when you get knuckled down in the center of the ring. A guy like you isn't used to being pushed physically like how I'm gonna push you in there tonight. Oh yeah, you had a good 'ol time yawning on the apron and looking as if you'd rather be anywhere else than in that match last time. Well guess what, Freddie? When I'm running your lil pretty ass ragged inside that ring? When I'm flying that head from the ring all the way up to the 2nd balcony, there won't be any yawning going on tonight. Trust me. You'll be too busy getting outwrestled and out-hit to be yawning. But that feeling you experienced last time? That feeling of wishing you were anywhere else but in the match? You'll be experience that same feeling here tonight.
TJ Techniques: I talked my shit last show. I won't deny it. But I can say that I gave you and Max your due. I acknowledged your skillset. I acknowledged your willingness to win at all costs. When it came to you, I acknowledged your status as a prodigy... as a man who will likely have his own lengthy chapter in the Kanensson dynasty. But could you acknowledge my desire? My heart? My skillset? HA, of course not. You couldn't even acknowledge me by name. You wouldn't dare sully your tongue by letting the name "TJ Techniques" roll off it. Heh.
TJ looks off and shakes his head. He tries to hide it as best he can. But he's bothered by being dismissed and looked down upon by both of his opponents from last show.
TJ Techniques: Cool... cool...
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Let me tell you what you will acknowledge. You're gonna acknowledge that I outworked you in that ring tonight. If you won't do it verbally, then the crowd seeing you struggling to get back to your feet will tell the tale. You're gonna acknowledge the hurt I put on you tonight. If you don't verbally say it, the speed knots that will be on your head tomorrow morning will tell the tale. You will acknowledge the additional L I put on your record here tonight. It's like I said before. There's no Max tonight. No partner in the corner. You cannot bribe me with your money. I won't lay down for you. I lay down for no man and the only way I will lay down is if you put me down! You want to win the Gotham Championship? You want to make the Gotham Championship THEE championship here in Liberty Pro? Then you gotta put in that work. You're gonna have to outlast everything I throw at you. You're gonna have to man up. Don't just say it, show it. 'Cause that's what I'm planning on doing out there.
The camera starts to zoom in.
TJ Techniques: Freddie, I will show up... I will show out... and I will show you up... before advancing to the finals for that Gotham Championship. Now peep that.
RINGSIDE
“Headspace” by Fame on Fire blares over the PA system before Jade Night walks down the entrance way to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She soon enters the ring, where there is a table with chairs on each side and a contract in the middle of the ring.
Jade Night; Tonight we see the signing for one of the most historic matches in Liberty Pro history. Tyson Gregory and Carmen Cambridge have always been at the top of the food chain wherever they’ve gone, which is why it hasn’t surprised me that they immediately went at each other’s throats during our first show back.
Jade pauses and nods her head.
Jade Night: As much as many of you have enjoyed it, these two have needed to stay separated from each other until this contract has been signed. But now it’s time. At our supershow, Tyson and Carmen will be fighting one on one in a good ole fashioned wrestling match. So without further ado, may the first competitor please come out...
Just then “Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest plays and Tyson Gregory walks out into the stage. He’s already back in his street clothes, wearing a black shirt that has in white block lettering “I Hate Tyson Gregory”. He walks down to the ring and offers a handshake to Jade and seems rather calm and cordial for the time being. He is given a microphone and gives it a few good taps.
Tyson Gregory: You know, I did what I came to do tonight and that was win my match. I wasn’t really in the mood for all the extracurriculars that I went through the last two shows for Valiant so Jade, thank you for being so much more professional than your ex husband Robb has been to me. You are a shining example of leadership.
He gives her a small clap before looking up the ramp with a smirk.
Tyson Gregory: Carmen, my name has been coming out of your mouth since you signed your contract here. Literally within your first five tweets of coming from BFE Mexico, you have been trying to ride my name to get people to maybe remember yours. And now? Now that I’m giving you some of the attention you have been asking for? You're turning tail and complaining about every little thing. This isn’t like the old days where you got goons to back you up, you called my name enough and I showed up... Now come down here and sign this contract so I can show you why you should always be careful what you ask for.
He flips the microphone before taking the contract from Jade and signing his name to it.
'HOW BAD DO U WAANNNNN IT?'
The familiar music begins to play as Carmen Cambridge doesn't take long to bless the entranceway with her presence. The Gucci Girl was still in her ring gear, with a 'KEEPIN IT REAL' t-shirt over it as she struts her way to the ring, looking eager to make things official.
As she reaches the ringside area, she hops up onto the ring apron and poses for the fans, smirking ear to ear before she enters the ring. She gives a once over to Jade and then gets up in Tyson's face, mocking him saying 'can't touch this boo boo', all while faking a punch to his face playfully as she's then motioned over to her side of the table by Jade. Taking a microphone, she mimics Tyson by tapping on the mic.
Carmen Cambridge: Is this thing on?
She cackles into it a moment later, before looking at the crowd for their reaction as a few of them cheer for her.
Carmen Cambridge: Now that you nearly put everyone to sleep Ty Ty, why don't I liven things up a bit? Just like I did earlier when I beat Xavier Laroux, I'm all about putting on a show. While you and little miss Jade here might be all buddy-buddy now, lemme remind you BOTH who I am.
Carmen was intense, and making direct eye contact with Gregory now.
Carmen Cambridge: I'm that Gucci Girl who ALWAYS keeps it real, and Ty? Facts are...I'm better than you. You wanna mention me throwing a fit, but you threw the biggest one after I eliminated you from that battle royal by re-entering just to toss me out. That was your first mistake, the second was laying me out after our tag win, and then costing me a match against Honey. Well guess what? Your lil fun and games? They're over once I sign this and make it official.
Carmen picks up a pen and turns to the fans.
Carmen Cambridge: What do ya'll think? Should I sign this or make him sweat a lil more?
Tyson reaches over and places his hand over the microphone in Carmen’s hand. He raises it up to his mouth about to say something but then quickly slams the contract and the clipboard it’s on into the face of Carmen, opening a cut on her forehead. She staggers for a moment, completely caught off guard by the assault. Tyson then boots Carmen, doubling her over and powerbombs her through the table that’s in the ring.
Tyson takes a moment, running his hand through his hair, almost seeming surprised by his own actions. He looks to Jade who is also shocked before reaching down and dipping the pen in the blood on Carmen’s face, taking her hand and having her sign the contract.
Gregory then slides out of the ring and seems almost conflicted with his own actions as he starts up the ramp.
“Headspace” by Fame on Fire blares over the PA system before Jade Night walks down the entrance way to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She soon enters the ring, where there is a table with chairs on each side and a contract in the middle of the ring.
Jade Night; Tonight we see the signing for one of the most historic matches in Liberty Pro history. Tyson Gregory and Carmen Cambridge have always been at the top of the food chain wherever they’ve gone, which is why it hasn’t surprised me that they immediately went at each other’s throats during our first show back.
Jade pauses and nods her head.
Jade Night: As much as many of you have enjoyed it, these two have needed to stay separated from each other until this contract has been signed. But now it’s time. At our supershow, Tyson and Carmen will be fighting one on one in a good ole fashioned wrestling match. So without further ado, may the first competitor please come out...
Just then “Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest plays and Tyson Gregory walks out into the stage. He’s already back in his street clothes, wearing a black shirt that has in white block lettering “I Hate Tyson Gregory”. He walks down to the ring and offers a handshake to Jade and seems rather calm and cordial for the time being. He is given a microphone and gives it a few good taps.
Tyson Gregory: You know, I did what I came to do tonight and that was win my match. I wasn’t really in the mood for all the extracurriculars that I went through the last two shows for Valiant so Jade, thank you for being so much more professional than your ex husband Robb has been to me. You are a shining example of leadership.
He gives her a small clap before looking up the ramp with a smirk.
Tyson Gregory: Carmen, my name has been coming out of your mouth since you signed your contract here. Literally within your first five tweets of coming from BFE Mexico, you have been trying to ride my name to get people to maybe remember yours. And now? Now that I’m giving you some of the attention you have been asking for? You're turning tail and complaining about every little thing. This isn’t like the old days where you got goons to back you up, you called my name enough and I showed up... Now come down here and sign this contract so I can show you why you should always be careful what you ask for.
He flips the microphone before taking the contract from Jade and signing his name to it.
'HOW BAD DO U WAANNNNN IT?'
The familiar music begins to play as Carmen Cambridge doesn't take long to bless the entranceway with her presence. The Gucci Girl was still in her ring gear, with a 'KEEPIN IT REAL' t-shirt over it as she struts her way to the ring, looking eager to make things official.
As she reaches the ringside area, she hops up onto the ring apron and poses for the fans, smirking ear to ear before she enters the ring. She gives a once over to Jade and then gets up in Tyson's face, mocking him saying 'can't touch this boo boo', all while faking a punch to his face playfully as she's then motioned over to her side of the table by Jade. Taking a microphone, she mimics Tyson by tapping on the mic.
Carmen Cambridge: Is this thing on?
She cackles into it a moment later, before looking at the crowd for their reaction as a few of them cheer for her.
Carmen Cambridge: Now that you nearly put everyone to sleep Ty Ty, why don't I liven things up a bit? Just like I did earlier when I beat Xavier Laroux, I'm all about putting on a show. While you and little miss Jade here might be all buddy-buddy now, lemme remind you BOTH who I am.
Carmen was intense, and making direct eye contact with Gregory now.
Carmen Cambridge: I'm that Gucci Girl who ALWAYS keeps it real, and Ty? Facts are...I'm better than you. You wanna mention me throwing a fit, but you threw the biggest one after I eliminated you from that battle royal by re-entering just to toss me out. That was your first mistake, the second was laying me out after our tag win, and then costing me a match against Honey. Well guess what? Your lil fun and games? They're over once I sign this and make it official.
Carmen picks up a pen and turns to the fans.
Carmen Cambridge: What do ya'll think? Should I sign this or make him sweat a lil more?
Tyson reaches over and places his hand over the microphone in Carmen’s hand. He raises it up to his mouth about to say something but then quickly slams the contract and the clipboard it’s on into the face of Carmen, opening a cut on her forehead. She staggers for a moment, completely caught off guard by the assault. Tyson then boots Carmen, doubling her over and powerbombs her through the table that’s in the ring.
Tyson takes a moment, running his hand through his hair, almost seeming surprised by his own actions. He looks to Jade who is also shocked before reaching down and dipping the pen in the blood on Carmen’s face, taking her hand and having her sign the contract.
Gregory then slides out of the ring and seems almost conflicted with his own actions as he starts up the ramp.
MAIN EVENT: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINALS
Freddie Hjalmar vs TJ Techniques
Freddie Hjalmar vs TJ Techniques
| RECAP The Night’s Main Event begins with an obviously confident Freddie as he makes a rather long stride towards the ring looking like the Prince that he is, while TJ comes out to a large pop of the crowd. Clearly being rooted for in this one by the local fans. Hammerstein Ballroom is on its feet as the match begins but Freddie obviously looks clearly unimpressed with his opponent as he points and lets out a little laugh. Already refusing to hype up anyone who he feels is beneath him (aka everyone) the match begins with TJ going in for a quick and speedy hurricanrana, Freddie easily scouts it however and the move is missed as TJ hits the corner. Freddie is right behind him and sends a vicious knee directly to the back of his head, using the ropes for momentary assistance, TJ is clearly groggy before Freddie pushes him into the corner and as he rebounds Freddie is quick to jolt around him grabbing hold of his arm and nailing a japanese arm drag that takes him over. Following it with a standing shooting star press, which impresses the crowd even if they hate it. Freddie goes for the early pin but TJ kicks out at two. The Match continues as Freddie lifts TJ up and hurls him into an opposing corner, but that free running style we’ve come to learn from TJ comes into play, running up the corner and using it to perform a tiger faint flip, it looks like Freddie has him scouted but TJ lands directly on his shoulders rolling freddie over into a headscissors takedown. The fast-paced nature of the match continues with TJ taking it to the outside, Tossing Freddie through the ropes he climbs the ropes and barrels down on top of him with a Asai Moonsault. The small crowd erupts as both men are down for several moments. TJ is the first up and tosses Freddie back into the ring, he barrels over the top himself and the New York Native hit a “Peep the Technique” His version of the phenomenal forearm. This Takes Freddie down for a two count. As the match continues several more falls occur. A lot of speed, reversals and take downs. We see a beautiful Wig Splitter from TJ which is his version of the Jay Driller, but the use of all of that strength took the wind out of him momentarily and gave Freddie enough time to get a kick out in. The Promised is equally as impressive, hitting a springboard uppercut and his Ex-Voto, or his version of the hurricanrana driver. As the match continues the momentum slows although both competitors are speedy and full of Stamina. Freddie looks to have the match won when he hits The Thorn, his bicycle knee strike. The ricochet of TJ’s head off the canvas showing just how vicious those knees of the promised are. He gloats for several moments letting the crowd know they owe him. Knowing he has the match one he makes a cocky pin where he doesn’t even hook TJ’s legs, but TJ proves resilient as ever, kicking out at the last possible second. Erupting in cheers Freddie almost has a face crack moment, but the equally resilient competitor only smiles, now waiting for TJ to climb up to his feet. Freddie seems ready to hit him with another vicious knee, only TJ ducks under it using the ropes behind him to power down a cross body that takes Freddie off his feet. TJ now ascends the top rope the fans in the building are going wild and camera flashes are going off as he jumps into the air showing his capabilities as the Prince of Mid-Air, As he goes for Know The Ledge. He comes barreling down right on top of Freddie’s raised knees which send TJ doubling over as he lands on the boots of the Promised. Only it seems to have hurt a little more than it should have. Freddie smirks now rolling TJ up and out of the referees line of sight seems to use the ropes to leverage his pin as well. With Freddie capturing the win. As he rolls off before the referee can see Freddie pats his shin guards which seem to have some type of metal plating similar to that of the romans. A style only deemed for that of a Prince of Wrestling. He smirks as the guards are cleverly disguised to match the style of his boots. Freddie stands radiantly on the turnbuckle to the dismay of the crowd as he ascends what one would assume he believes to be his throne. WINNER Freddie Hjalmar METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:24 FINISHING MOVE Reversal of Know The Ledge |