Post by Jade Night on Oct 21, 2020 11:02:12 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Liberation: Episode 51
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom in Brooklyn, NY
On Tuesday, October 20th, 2020.
PRE-SHOW MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Oliver Thurston-Knott vs Killin Rory
Oliver Thurston-Knott vs Killin Rory
| RECAP “Is she really going out with him?” The lights cut. Drums start pounding, followed by the guitar riff of The Damned’s “New Rose”. A single spotlight shines down onto the stage as Oliver Thurston-Knott emerges through smoke, surrounded by three women: Ivy, Evie and a mystery blonde. The elegant newcomer is identified as Clara by the commentary team, Oliver’s new girlfriend and a recruiter for the movement. OTK is carrying a microphone and doesn’t even walk down the stage before raising it to his lips, while Clara runs her manicured hand over his bare chest. OTK: Turn off the music. “New Rose” stops abruptly and normal lighting resumes. The audience is jeering. Oliver gestures towards a camera, drawing it in closer, so he can address the viewers. OTK: Look, I know what you’re trying to do here, Jade. You’re pissed off because I wouldn’t lower myself to wrestling that imbecile at Insurrection, so now you book me against someone sympathetic to my cause. You’re trying to cause division to undermine this movement. He pauses for a moment, shaking his head from side to side. OTK: That’s what the ruling class always does. They invent something to divide the masses, something which pits them against each other. While the people fight among themselves, the bourgeoisie consolidate their power “for everyone’s safety” - it’s bullshit! Oliver glares into the camera while the girls shout their objections in the background. OTK: But I’m not falling for it. In fact, neither is Rory. Right on cue, Rory Overstreet walks out onto the stage with a handheld camera. He nods to acknowledge the ladies before fist bumping Oliver and standing alongside him. OTK: So no dice, Jade. If I didn’t wrestle Vega then what makes you think I’ll wrestle my comrade Rory? Let me make this crystal clear - I wrestle who and when I want. The corners of his mouth curl upwards into a smirk as Rory chuckles. OTK: This is bigger than Liberty Pro, it’s the beginning of the end! Cracks are showing. Soon these structures of oppression will crumble and society as we know it will collapse. We are ROTTEN and we’re here to accelerate its decline. It’s the only way we can progress. Oliver raises one fist into the air as “New Rose” plays again. Ivy and Evie trade obscenities with a heckler in the front row while Rory films Oliver and Clara looking out across the jeering arena. They all linger for a little longer, soaking in the reaction, before returning through the curtain. WINNER N/A METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Our scene switches to TJ Techniques, who is standing by at one of the designated backstage interview areas. TJ wastes little time getting straight to the point.
TJ Techniques: I told y'all I wasn't done. Last time on Liberation, I had a setback. I told you at Resurrection, and I'll tell you again right now. I didn't get the job done. I didn't get the job done in the semifinals of the Gotham Championship tournament. Freddie Hjalmar was the better man... that night. He did what he had to do to win and advance. Credit to him. For all of his talk, for all his bravado, I thought he would have had that Gotham Championship in the bag. But at the end of the day, he wasn't good enough to win the Gotham Championship. Max Cerrano was. And with me winning that number one contenders match at Resurrection over Bri Leigh Clark, that means that you and I are gonna be meeting up in that ring, Max, whether you like it or not.
TJ Techniques: Max, you've made it crystal clear that you don't think much of me. Which is cool, because I think you're a piece of shit, since we're being honest here. But at least I can acknowledge your skill. At least I can acknowledge your abilities as a wrestler. But you? Mr. Too Cool For School? Nah, you can't do that. You think you're too good to utter my name. You think you're above acknowledging my existence. You'll only fight me on your time. Heh. Real cute. Max, I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. I'm not playing these games with you. I don't chase hoes. I'm not gonna beg and plead for a shot at a championship that I earned. But at some point, you're actually gonna have to man up and step into the ring with me. Oh, and when you do? You will acknowledge me and you will respect me. But don't get it twisted. I don't need your acknowledgement for validation. I don't see the Max Cerrano seal of approval. What I want... is to humble you. I know that's a tough task. Ever since this reboot of Liberty Pro, you've been strutting around with your nose in the air, your chest poked out and a swagger in your step. There's this insufferable arrogance about you. Even more than Freddie, which is saying something. But let me say this. I'm gonna be the guy that shakes that confidence. I'm gonna be the guy that makes you doubt yourself. I'm gonna be the guy that humbles you by taking your title. So go ahead, brush me off. Call me predictable. Call me a mutt. Call me a little dark barking or whatever else in your long list of stale ass lines. But at the end of it all, you're gonna be calling me the new Gotham Champion. Now peep that.
Our scene switches to TJ Techniques, who is standing by at one of the designated backstage interview areas. TJ wastes little time getting straight to the point.
TJ Techniques: I told y'all I wasn't done. Last time on Liberation, I had a setback. I told you at Resurrection, and I'll tell you again right now. I didn't get the job done. I didn't get the job done in the semifinals of the Gotham Championship tournament. Freddie Hjalmar was the better man... that night. He did what he had to do to win and advance. Credit to him. For all of his talk, for all his bravado, I thought he would have had that Gotham Championship in the bag. But at the end of the day, he wasn't good enough to win the Gotham Championship. Max Cerrano was. And with me winning that number one contenders match at Resurrection over Bri Leigh Clark, that means that you and I are gonna be meeting up in that ring, Max, whether you like it or not.
TJ Techniques: Max, you've made it crystal clear that you don't think much of me. Which is cool, because I think you're a piece of shit, since we're being honest here. But at least I can acknowledge your skill. At least I can acknowledge your abilities as a wrestler. But you? Mr. Too Cool For School? Nah, you can't do that. You think you're too good to utter my name. You think you're above acknowledging my existence. You'll only fight me on your time. Heh. Real cute. Max, I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. I'm not playing these games with you. I don't chase hoes. I'm not gonna beg and plead for a shot at a championship that I earned. But at some point, you're actually gonna have to man up and step into the ring with me. Oh, and when you do? You will acknowledge me and you will respect me. But don't get it twisted. I don't need your acknowledgement for validation. I don't see the Max Cerrano seal of approval. What I want... is to humble you. I know that's a tough task. Ever since this reboot of Liberty Pro, you've been strutting around with your nose in the air, your chest poked out and a swagger in your step. There's this insufferable arrogance about you. Even more than Freddie, which is saying something. But let me say this. I'm gonna be the guy that shakes that confidence. I'm gonna be the guy that makes you doubt yourself. I'm gonna be the guy that humbles you by taking your title. So go ahead, brush me off. Call me predictable. Call me a mutt. Call me a little dark barking or whatever else in your long list of stale ass lines. But at the end of it all, you're gonna be calling me the new Gotham Champion. Now peep that.
BACKSTAGE
Nathalie Genevieve is seen off to the side of a chaotic backstage area where is stretching, getting ready for her match against TJ Techniques. She had Airpods in her ears, eyes closed as she bends from side to side before reaching for her foot and holding the position. She was just minding her own business, not nothing anyone when she is approached by a production assistant. At first, he can't get her attention but when he goes to put a hand on her shoulder she snaps around and glares at him dead in the eyes.
Nathalie: What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see that I'm trying to prepare for my match? How dare you disrupt me!
PA: I'm sorry. I was just... it's time for your match.
Nathalie continues to glare at the naive looking guy as she stands up to her feet, picking up the small bag that contained her phone, towel and a water bottle for post-match usage.
Nathalie: I'll be there. God! They don't need to act like I'm not going to show up. Pfft!
Nathalie pushes past the guy and heads for the gorilla position.
Nathalie Genevieve is seen off to the side of a chaotic backstage area where is stretching, getting ready for her match against TJ Techniques. She had Airpods in her ears, eyes closed as she bends from side to side before reaching for her foot and holding the position. She was just minding her own business, not nothing anyone when she is approached by a production assistant. At first, he can't get her attention but when he goes to put a hand on her shoulder she snaps around and glares at him dead in the eyes.
Nathalie: What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see that I'm trying to prepare for my match? How dare you disrupt me!
PA: I'm sorry. I was just... it's time for your match.
Nathalie continues to glare at the naive looking guy as she stands up to her feet, picking up the small bag that contained her phone, towel and a water bottle for post-match usage.
Nathalie: I'll be there. God! They don't need to act like I'm not going to show up. Pfft!
Nathalie pushes past the guy and heads for the gorilla position.
PRE SHOW MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Nathalie Genevieve vs TJ Techniques
Nathalie Genevieve vs TJ Techniques
| RECAP This match started with TJ coming out flying. He still felt like he had something to prove, even though he had just became the #1 contender for the Gotham Championship. He kept Nathalie on her toes for quite a bit but she soon turned the tide with a thumb to the eye. Nathalie had several near falls on TJ, showing that she was capable and as much of a rising star as TJ is. But Nathalie tried for a big top rope move and it was costly. TJ had her lined up, looking to end the match when Max Cerrano appeared at the top of the entrance way with his Gotham Championship and yelling at TJ that he isn’t worthy to get into a ring with him. This distracts TJ long enough for Nathalie to roll him up with a handful of tights. The referee makes the count and it gets to three! Nathalie wins. Max laughs at the top of the entrance way as he raises his Gotham Championship in the air. WINNER Nathalie Genevieve METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:57 FINISHING MOVE Roll-up |
PRE SHOW MATCH THREE: TAG
Dex & Joss Morant vs Cait Flanagan & Bianca Page
Dex & Joss Morant vs Cait Flanagan & Bianca Page
| RECAP Bianca Page was in the middle of the ring, waiting for Cait to come down. Cait soon stood at the top of the entrance way and declared she wasn’t teaming with that trash. Dex looked at the referee and demanded he ring the bell for the match to start. He reluctantly did and Dex quickly dropped the unsuspected Page with a superkick. Joss hit the top rope and landed a Nightmare Splash. She pinned Page and got the three count and the easy two on one win with Cait cackling and pointing at Bianca from the top of the entrance way. WINNER Dex & Joss Morant METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 25 seconds FINISHING MOVE Super Kick & Frog splash |
BACKSTAGE
A smirk crosses his face as Kendrick walks out from the trainers room after having the trainers help him stretch and make sure he was ready for the scramble that was about to happen.
He notices a camera and rolls his eyes a bit knowing what they want. He stopped and looked straight into it, taking a breath preparing for what was to come next.
Kendrick Kross: Tonight I get a chance at the Anarchy Championship. I know what’s going to be said, that I’ve had plenty of chances. That I shouldn’t even be in a match for the title. While I don’t hold the title I have truly only lost once. Yes, I lost to PPV my second match back for it but since then? I haven’t been pinned in a title match. I wasn’t part of the decision therefore I didn’t lose.
Kendrick crossed his arms, his smirk now turned to a look of frustration as he backs against a wall and slams his fist against it as hard as he can.
Kendrick Kross: Tonight I am part of the decision. Tonight I win that Anarchy Title. I can’t leave tonight without it. I don’t care if I have to make sure I make Melanie, Honey, Quinn, and Clair bleed.
Kendrick lifts his foot and places it against the wall as he chuckles a bit.
Kendrick Kross: Melanie tonight you lose that Anarchy Title. Tonight I take it home and make sure you understand that I’ve always been the better one in that ring. As far as everyone else? You shouldn’t even show up.
Kendrick smirks at the camera before pushing himself off the wall with his hands and foot as he walks past the camera.
A smirk crosses his face as Kendrick walks out from the trainers room after having the trainers help him stretch and make sure he was ready for the scramble that was about to happen.
He notices a camera and rolls his eyes a bit knowing what they want. He stopped and looked straight into it, taking a breath preparing for what was to come next.
Kendrick Kross: Tonight I get a chance at the Anarchy Championship. I know what’s going to be said, that I’ve had plenty of chances. That I shouldn’t even be in a match for the title. While I don’t hold the title I have truly only lost once. Yes, I lost to PPV my second match back for it but since then? I haven’t been pinned in a title match. I wasn’t part of the decision therefore I didn’t lose.
Kendrick crossed his arms, his smirk now turned to a look of frustration as he backs against a wall and slams his fist against it as hard as he can.
Kendrick Kross: Tonight I am part of the decision. Tonight I win that Anarchy Title. I can’t leave tonight without it. I don’t care if I have to make sure I make Melanie, Honey, Quinn, and Clair bleed.
Kendrick lifts his foot and places it against the wall as he chuckles a bit.
Kendrick Kross: Melanie tonight you lose that Anarchy Title. Tonight I take it home and make sure you understand that I’ve always been the better one in that ring. As far as everyone else? You shouldn’t even show up.
Kendrick smirks at the camera before pushing himself off the wall with his hands and foot as he walks past the camera.
MATCH ONE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE
Melanie vs Kendrick Kross vs Honey vs Clair Lichfield vs Quinn
Melanie vs Kendrick Kross vs Honey vs Clair Lichfield vs Quinn
| RECAP Kendrick Kross is standing in the middle of the ring but he’s the only one there, as there’s no sign of Melanie, Honey, Clair or Quinn. Kendrick looks livid as he screams for everyone to get down here. The camera cuts backstage to each person’s locker room, and everyone is found to be knocked out. Jade Night then walks out to the entrance way with a mic in hand. Jade Night: I don’t know what the hell is going on here tonight.. But with everyone being incapcitated, I am now cancelling this match but trust me, there will be Anarchy tonight! As the Anarchy Championship is now on the line 24/7 for tonight only! Good luck! Jade walks away as Kendrick’s eyes are open wide. He slides out of the ring and heads to the back, looking to take advantage of the situation. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
[Backstage, Micaela is hanging with a couple of fans who arrived early for the show. She's never wrestled outside of a teaching ring before and so she feels far more at home with the people in the audience than those in the locker room.
She shares a few jokes and laughs with the fans before they leave to find their seats and she immediately looks a little lost. Clapping her hands together she looks around as though she has no idea what she’s supposed to do now.
She spots the camera but quickly tries to duck it, knowing good and well she has no idea what she would say if she did stand in front of it. A few awkward manoeuvres see her finally out whit the cameraman and disappear down the hall.]
[Backstage, Micaela is hanging with a couple of fans who arrived early for the show. She's never wrestled outside of a teaching ring before and so she feels far more at home with the people in the audience than those in the locker room.
She shares a few jokes and laughs with the fans before they leave to find their seats and she immediately looks a little lost. Clapping her hands together she looks around as though she has no idea what she’s supposed to do now.
She spots the camera but quickly tries to duck it, knowing good and well she has no idea what she would say if she did stand in front of it. A few awkward manoeuvres see her finally out whit the cameraman and disappear down the hall.]
BACKSTAGE
[The arena falls completely silent and Alex Reeves steps out onto the stage. The fans are mostly unsure how to react to the young star who in the past, has proven to have quite a bit of bite to her. She all but skips down the ramp and is clearly happy to be here. When she reaches the ring she hops up onto the apron and demands that the announcer hold the ropes for her.
Once she’s in the ring, she snipes the microphone and turns to address the fans. She takes a moment to adjust her hair and ensure that she’s looking her best and then plasters on a smile.]
AR: Hello Liberty and welcome to the first night of a new era. In the past, some of the greatest and most relentless rookies have made their name right here on Liberty and i, well to be perfectly honest, I am going to outshine all of them!
Forget your Idols and your Becky’s - no longer worry about being bored to death with the same three faces carrying title scenes. I don’t have a clothing line and I don’t give even half a fuck who’s screwing who. I'm here to be the best, not even to just be the best - I am here to set the standard on what being the best really is.
[Alex’s arrogant smile lights up her face as she soaks up the quickly rising dislike from the fans. Spinning on her heels she turns to address the fans on the other side of the ring.]
AR: The term super rookie was coined here in Liberty to describe a certain leader of a mostly forgotten group that took control of this same company not so long ago. I won’t give them the satisfaction of a name drop, but you all know who I'm talking about.
But it’s 2020 now and times have changed, with all the shit going on in the world right now? You all need a little hope, you need to see that this business has a future beyond the same fights and the same champions. How many times do you really want to see Tyson Gregory vs Twitter Thot #72? Really, if you’ve listened to one Tyson speech, you’ve listened to them all.
Or, hey what about PPV, the woman who’s so soft she needs an entire legion of skanks to have her back before she can even tweet a sentence. Or the cuck himself Kendrick who can’t keep a woman or a championship?
[Alex pauses for a breath and gives another smirk.]
AR: You all are in desperate need of a new name to draw in the fans who are bored of the cookie cutter bullshit you provide. Worry not, cause I’m right here.
[With that she slams the mic down and throws her arms out to soak up the boos from the crowd.]
[The arena falls completely silent and Alex Reeves steps out onto the stage. The fans are mostly unsure how to react to the young star who in the past, has proven to have quite a bit of bite to her. She all but skips down the ramp and is clearly happy to be here. When she reaches the ring she hops up onto the apron and demands that the announcer hold the ropes for her.
Once she’s in the ring, she snipes the microphone and turns to address the fans. She takes a moment to adjust her hair and ensure that she’s looking her best and then plasters on a smile.]
AR: Hello Liberty and welcome to the first night of a new era. In the past, some of the greatest and most relentless rookies have made their name right here on Liberty and i, well to be perfectly honest, I am going to outshine all of them!
Forget your Idols and your Becky’s - no longer worry about being bored to death with the same three faces carrying title scenes. I don’t have a clothing line and I don’t give even half a fuck who’s screwing who. I'm here to be the best, not even to just be the best - I am here to set the standard on what being the best really is.
[Alex’s arrogant smile lights up her face as she soaks up the quickly rising dislike from the fans. Spinning on her heels she turns to address the fans on the other side of the ring.]
AR: The term super rookie was coined here in Liberty to describe a certain leader of a mostly forgotten group that took control of this same company not so long ago. I won’t give them the satisfaction of a name drop, but you all know who I'm talking about.
But it’s 2020 now and times have changed, with all the shit going on in the world right now? You all need a little hope, you need to see that this business has a future beyond the same fights and the same champions. How many times do you really want to see Tyson Gregory vs Twitter Thot #72? Really, if you’ve listened to one Tyson speech, you’ve listened to them all.
Or, hey what about PPV, the woman who’s so soft she needs an entire legion of skanks to have her back before she can even tweet a sentence. Or the cuck himself Kendrick who can’t keep a woman or a championship?
[Alex pauses for a breath and gives another smirk.]
AR: You all are in desperate need of a new name to draw in the fans who are bored of the cookie cutter bullshit you provide. Worry not, cause I’m right here.
[With that she slams the mic down and throws her arms out to soak up the boos from the crowd.]
BACKSTAGE
Nathalie Genevieve finds Melanie, who is just starting to stir from whatever attack she had suffered earlier and she has no idea her Anarchy Championship is on the line. So suddenly, she gets very confused when the look in Genevieve’s eyes change. Nathalie shoves Melanie’s head into the door and pins her. She gets the three count and the win!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: NATHALIE GENEVIEVE
Nathalie quickly runs out of the frame. A few seconds pass when Kendrick Kross appears and the Anarchy Championship is gone.
Kendrick Kross: Fuck! I missed it!
He storms away and the scene cuts away.
Nathalie Genevieve finds Melanie, who is just starting to stir from whatever attack she had suffered earlier and she has no idea her Anarchy Championship is on the line. So suddenly, she gets very confused when the look in Genevieve’s eyes change. Nathalie shoves Melanie’s head into the door and pins her. She gets the three count and the win!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: NATHALIE GENEVIEVE
Nathalie quickly runs out of the frame. A few seconds pass when Kendrick Kross appears and the Anarchy Championship is gone.
Kendrick Kross: Fuck! I missed it!
He storms away and the scene cuts away.
MATCH TWO: WELCOME NEWBIES
Micaela vs Alex Reeves vs Brady Vega vs Kasey Kash
Micaela vs Alex Reeves vs Brady Vega vs Kasey Kash
| RECAP The match starts with Mcalea and Alex matching up in the middle of the ring. Reeves has a bit more experience in the ring and it shows as she dominates Micaela for quite awhile. On the other side of the ring, we have Brady Vega putting on a clinic against Kasey Kash. Every move Kasey tries, Brady has a counter for. Kasey clearly gets frustrated and it gives Brady the opening to take him down with a hurricanrana. Brady pins but Kash kicks out. Meanwhile, Alex is beating down on Micaela before dropping her with a snapdown, followed by a triangle choke with body scissors. It looks as if Alex Reeves is going to end the match but before Micaela can tap out, Brady flies off of the turnbuckle and he hits a frog splash on top of Reeves and Micaela. He pins Micaela but Kash comes back into the picture and makes the save before the three count. Kasey picks Brady up and drops him with a snap suplex, followed by a snap DDT. He pins but Vega kicks out after two. Before Kash can do any more damage, Micaela is up and she drops Kasey with a tornado DDT. She then hits the top ropes and Kasey and Brady are both up now and she takes them both down with a flying crossbody. She pins Brady but Alex quickly grabs Micaela by the hair and throws her out of the ring. Alex goes for Kash and she delivers several knee strikes to his midsection. Alex then drops him with a Tilt-A=Whirl headscissors takedown. Before she can pin, Vega nails her with a superkick. He focuses his attention on Kash now and Kash tries to battle him off but Vega is having none of it as he takes Kash down with multiple chops and side kicks. Eventually, Vega is able to nail The Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster) but before he can capitalize on this huge moment, Reeves is back and she throws Vega over the ropes! She then grabs Kash and ends him with Jawbreaker (Shiranui). She pins him and picks up the three count and the win. Brady looks up at Alex and lets her know it’s not over, knowing she just stole one from him. Alex rolls her eyes and laughs as her hand is raised. WINNER Alex Reeves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:11 FINISHING MOVE Jawbreaker |
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Clark: I thought about going around backstage to see if I could find Kaia Grainger or Julio Banks before our match tonight. A triple threat! But in the end, I decided just to head on back here and get ready.
She glances towards the camera, clapping her hands sharply at this before she turns back to the bench where she has her gear bag. She’s mostly ready, just adjusting her gear and sitting down to slide on a fresh pair of socks before putting on her boots. Her hands move in a quick, practiced fashion as she laces up, then she stands up to jump in place for a moment, making sure that they sit just right.
Brianna Clark: I’ve heard other wrestlers talk about how they hate triple threat matches. They talk about how it’s impossible to really prepare for one, that there’s too much going on. Too many possible combinations to try and strategize. Of course, I always wonder how they’d react to a fatal fourway or a battle royal or a war games style match for that matter. It’s like, look. We all know this, so why complain about it? Why dwell on that instead of focusing on being ready when you get a break in a match like this?
Brianna moves towards the mirror, getting her brush to run through her hair before deftly braiding her hair, making sure it’s very secure.
Brianna Clark: As happy as I am to be here, earning my experience on the bigger stage, I wouldn’t say I’m overly sunshine and roses. I know, know that there are rotten people in this business. People that do things because it’s easier to cheat than win on skill and talent. People that want to run you down, and make you want to doubt yourself. To wonder why you’re even here. The thing is, it’s not up to them how I deal with what they shovel at me.
Turning back to the camera, she leans her hip against the sink, her expression thoughtful.
Brianna Clark; I’m not facing wrestlers like that tonight, at least nothing I’ve seen from either one of them would make me think they were. So I’m going to save any warnings, any sort of griping, none of that’s needed. All we need to do is show up and put on the best match possible. Make it so good that they’re talking about what we did well after we leave. I don’t care if that sounds idealistic or whatever, either so keep your opinion on that to yourself.
She pushes away from the sink, a grin coming to her lips.
Brianna Clark: See I showed up to wrestle, not brood or be cranky. See you out there Kaia, Julio.
Brianna grins and heads out of the locker, leaving the camera focusing on her bag a moment before it cuts away.
Brianna Clark: I thought about going around backstage to see if I could find Kaia Grainger or Julio Banks before our match tonight. A triple threat! But in the end, I decided just to head on back here and get ready.
She glances towards the camera, clapping her hands sharply at this before she turns back to the bench where she has her gear bag. She’s mostly ready, just adjusting her gear and sitting down to slide on a fresh pair of socks before putting on her boots. Her hands move in a quick, practiced fashion as she laces up, then she stands up to jump in place for a moment, making sure that they sit just right.
Brianna Clark: I’ve heard other wrestlers talk about how they hate triple threat matches. They talk about how it’s impossible to really prepare for one, that there’s too much going on. Too many possible combinations to try and strategize. Of course, I always wonder how they’d react to a fatal fourway or a battle royal or a war games style match for that matter. It’s like, look. We all know this, so why complain about it? Why dwell on that instead of focusing on being ready when you get a break in a match like this?
Brianna moves towards the mirror, getting her brush to run through her hair before deftly braiding her hair, making sure it’s very secure.
Brianna Clark: As happy as I am to be here, earning my experience on the bigger stage, I wouldn’t say I’m overly sunshine and roses. I know, know that there are rotten people in this business. People that do things because it’s easier to cheat than win on skill and talent. People that want to run you down, and make you want to doubt yourself. To wonder why you’re even here. The thing is, it’s not up to them how I deal with what they shovel at me.
Turning back to the camera, she leans her hip against the sink, her expression thoughtful.
Brianna Clark; I’m not facing wrestlers like that tonight, at least nothing I’ve seen from either one of them would make me think they were. So I’m going to save any warnings, any sort of griping, none of that’s needed. All we need to do is show up and put on the best match possible. Make it so good that they’re talking about what we did well after we leave. I don’t care if that sounds idealistic or whatever, either so keep your opinion on that to yourself.
She pushes away from the sink, a grin coming to her lips.
Brianna Clark: See I showed up to wrestle, not brood or be cranky. See you out there Kaia, Julio.
Brianna grins and heads out of the locker, leaving the camera focusing on her bag a moment before it cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Nathalie is looking for places to hide as she runs with the Anarchy Championship. She then jumps into what she thinks is an empty locker room but suddenly we hear a crashing noise. The door opens and Nathalie is on the floor with Julio Banks on top of her! A referee appears and makes the count and Julio Banks is now the Anarchy Champion!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: JULIO BANKS
Julio then scurries off with his championship and heads to the ring for his triple threat match.
Nathalie is looking for places to hide as she runs with the Anarchy Championship. She then jumps into what she thinks is an empty locker room but suddenly we hear a crashing noise. The door opens and Nathalie is on the floor with Julio Banks on top of her! A referee appears and makes the count and Julio Banks is now the Anarchy Champion!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: JULIO BANKS
Julio then scurries off with his championship and heads to the ring for his triple threat match.
MATCH THREE: TRIPLE THREAT
FOR THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP?
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Kaia Grainger vs Julio Banks
FOR THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP?
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Kaia Grainger vs Julio Banks
| RECAP The match starts with Brianna and Kaia both glaring at Julio, knowing that a pin on him will score either of them the Anarchy Championship. Julio wisely and quickly slides out of the ring but Brianna and Kaia both slide out on each side of Julio, cutting him off.BLC and Kaia both charge Julio and he unwisely turns toward BLC, who takes Banks out with a giant boot! She then goes to pin him but Grainger, the US Champion, is having none of it! She throws Brianna off of Banks and tries to pin but BLC pulls her off. The two then start to fight back and forth and eventually, Julio crawls under the ring and the two of them have no idea where he went. This now turns into a one on one match of sorts. Brianna goes to whip Kaia into the barricade but Grainger counters and shoves BLC headfirst into the ring post. Brianna is seeing stars as Kaia takes her down with a shotgun dropkick. She then puts Clark in the ring and then looks around for Julio, who has now disappeared. BLC stirs in the ring but Julio is there! He takes her out with Cut The Check (Buckshot Lariat)! Before he can pin Brianna though, he’s taken out of the ring by Melanie, who clothesline him and is looking to get her Anarchy Championship back! Kaia slides back in the ring and is unsure what to do. At this point, she wants the win over Brianna, so she pins her. The count gets to two but Brianna counters it into her own pin! She holds Kaia down and picks up the three count and the win! Kaia sits up and shakes her head in disbelief, knowing the Anarchy Championship had her distracted. BLC and Kaia both stand up and shake hands, with Grainger letting Clark know it’ll be different next time. She then leaves Brianna to celebrate as Brady Vega shows up in the crowd where Melanie and Julio are now fighting. Brady and Melanie start to fight which gives Julio the chance the slip away with his Anarchy Championship. WINNER Brianna Leigh Clark METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:43 FINISHING MOVE Counter pin |
BACKSTAGE
Liberty Pro cameras cut to the locker room area. Luggage is thrown around and steam pours from the right along with the sound of a running shower head. Our cameras move through the locker room and into the shower area. Coughing is heard as the showers are revealed to be on but empty.
We move to a hidden corner to a handi cap shower and we find Xavier LaRoux and Brady Vega smoking an astronomical sized blunt.
BRADY VEGA: I was not expecting them to give us a locker room together, ever. Happy Halloween fam...
Brady hits the blunt before passing a big bowl of candy to X.
Xavier happily took that bowl of candy, getting a few pieces and keeping them for himself.
XAVIER LAROUX: Oohh, is gonna be for later.
Trading that bowl for the blunt, Xavier takes a deep hit off it, exhaling it out shortly after.
XAVIER LAROUX: Jade prolly just didn't want two lockers smellin like liquor and pot.
BRADY VEGA: "Nah, it's a fuck up."
Brady lifts a red cup, normally used for alcohol and shovels a spoon into it. X watches with a confused skepticism as Brady shovels a spoonful of cinnamon toast crunch into his mouth.
He chews while Xavier takes another hit.
After taking that hit, Xavier kind of spaces out for a moment. He looks from Brady's cup to Brady himself a couple times before speaking up.
XAVIER LAROUX: "What were we talkin bout?"
Brady focuses intently on the contents of the cup, his eyes red as the devils dick. A passionless grin crawls across his face.
BRADY VEGA: Not sure. I got loss somewhere between Jade prolly and damn this taste so fucking good.
Brady glares adoringly at the redcup of cereal and milk.
At the mention of Jade's name, Xavier perked up, remembering exactly what they were talking about.
XAVIER LAROUX: JADE! That bitch, man. You can't say nothin bad bout her, can't give her no kinda look. She's mean as fuck, dude. Bitchy as hell too.
BRADY VEGA: Disrespectful cun--
X stops Brady from finishing his sentence.
XAVIER LAROUX: DONT SAY IT!
Laroux took another hit off of that blunt before shaking his head at Brady.
XAVIER LAROUX: See, I'm just tryinta chill here. Already in enough shit everywhere else. You say that and we're gonna wind up havin to fight the whole fuckin system here and I JUST WANNA CHILL!
BRADY VEGA: Yeah, you're right. But I honestly glad to be in another promotion with you. I seen some Championship eye candy and my tooth is sweet, if ya get my drift.
Xavier nodded his head with entire agreement with what Brady had said.
XAVIER LAROUX: Me too man. There's some good people here but it just ain't the same. And I get your drift. Gotta watch out for some of'em tho. They gonna fuck you afore you can fuck them, yikes.
BRADY VEGA: Come on now X.... I always do unto others.
Brady holds another blunt into the air. X looks shocked that he has another one.
Brady cracks a grin as the cameras fade out.
Liberty Pro cameras cut to the locker room area. Luggage is thrown around and steam pours from the right along with the sound of a running shower head. Our cameras move through the locker room and into the shower area. Coughing is heard as the showers are revealed to be on but empty.
We move to a hidden corner to a handi cap shower and we find Xavier LaRoux and Brady Vega smoking an astronomical sized blunt.
BRADY VEGA: I was not expecting them to give us a locker room together, ever. Happy Halloween fam...
Brady hits the blunt before passing a big bowl of candy to X.
Xavier happily took that bowl of candy, getting a few pieces and keeping them for himself.
XAVIER LAROUX: Oohh, is gonna be for later.
Trading that bowl for the blunt, Xavier takes a deep hit off it, exhaling it out shortly after.
XAVIER LAROUX: Jade prolly just didn't want two lockers smellin like liquor and pot.
BRADY VEGA: "Nah, it's a fuck up."
Brady lifts a red cup, normally used for alcohol and shovels a spoon into it. X watches with a confused skepticism as Brady shovels a spoonful of cinnamon toast crunch into his mouth.
He chews while Xavier takes another hit.
After taking that hit, Xavier kind of spaces out for a moment. He looks from Brady's cup to Brady himself a couple times before speaking up.
XAVIER LAROUX: "What were we talkin bout?"
Brady focuses intently on the contents of the cup, his eyes red as the devils dick. A passionless grin crawls across his face.
BRADY VEGA: Not sure. I got loss somewhere between Jade prolly and damn this taste so fucking good.
Brady glares adoringly at the redcup of cereal and milk.
At the mention of Jade's name, Xavier perked up, remembering exactly what they were talking about.
XAVIER LAROUX: JADE! That bitch, man. You can't say nothin bad bout her, can't give her no kinda look. She's mean as fuck, dude. Bitchy as hell too.
BRADY VEGA: Disrespectful cun--
X stops Brady from finishing his sentence.
XAVIER LAROUX: DONT SAY IT!
Laroux took another hit off of that blunt before shaking his head at Brady.
XAVIER LAROUX: See, I'm just tryinta chill here. Already in enough shit everywhere else. You say that and we're gonna wind up havin to fight the whole fuckin system here and I JUST WANNA CHILL!
BRADY VEGA: Yeah, you're right. But I honestly glad to be in another promotion with you. I seen some Championship eye candy and my tooth is sweet, if ya get my drift.
Xavier nodded his head with entire agreement with what Brady had said.
XAVIER LAROUX: Me too man. There's some good people here but it just ain't the same. And I get your drift. Gotta watch out for some of'em tho. They gonna fuck you afore you can fuck them, yikes.
BRADY VEGA: Come on now X.... I always do unto others.
Brady holds another blunt into the air. X looks shocked that he has another one.
Brady cracks a grin as the cameras fade out.
BACKSTAGE
Coral: We’re amused, okay. I’m not sure what they expected would happen by throwing Scotty Latimer and Xavier Laroux together in a tag team after the stunts that Scotty’s pulled when it comes to X, but I bet someone is just chuckling about it.
Coral’s standing side by side with her sister Nami, the Liberty Pro Tag Team Championship belts shiny as the Girls of Summer swivel a bit to make the lights backstage shine off of the gold. Their matching gear is in a newer design that flatters Nami’s slightly curvier form, yet still manages to make them look identical.
Nami: Oh I’m positive Nathan is, but see, the thing about that? We’re not being punished here.
She shrugs and brings a hand up to lightly flip her hair away from her shoulder.
Nami: It would be hella heckin rude of us not to welcome the fresh team of LaLa to the Liberty Tag Division wouldn’t it Coral?
Coral: LaLa? OH.
She turns away to hide her snicker laugh and shakes her head before looking over her shoulder at the camera.
Coral: I feel bad though, for Lauroux. You all saw it on Twitter, Scotty’s got no good snacks at his house. What a terrible host! What sort of dude wouldn’t get good snacks for his guests after they travel all the way to Canada, especially if one of them is his tag partner? That’s not how you team build buddy.
Nami: He’s not your buddy, Coral.
Coral: He’s not my guy either, Nami.
The two laugh far too loudly for the really terribly timed joke before they sigh in near unison and brush off their shoulders. Coral still seems in a great mood, where Nami now looks more serious.
Nami: We’re pretty heckin sure that you two want to win, but there’s no trust with that. Want to win is great, but you know, neither of us can imagine X not wanting to get a lil payback for what happened, especially considering that his patience for shenanigans must be at a serious all time low. So. Say whatever you want, guys. Just understand that we’re waiting for you two to have a big wipeout.
The Girls stare at the camera for a few moments before it cuts elsewhere.
Coral: We’re amused, okay. I’m not sure what they expected would happen by throwing Scotty Latimer and Xavier Laroux together in a tag team after the stunts that Scotty’s pulled when it comes to X, but I bet someone is just chuckling about it.
Coral’s standing side by side with her sister Nami, the Liberty Pro Tag Team Championship belts shiny as the Girls of Summer swivel a bit to make the lights backstage shine off of the gold. Their matching gear is in a newer design that flatters Nami’s slightly curvier form, yet still manages to make them look identical.
Nami: Oh I’m positive Nathan is, but see, the thing about that? We’re not being punished here.
She shrugs and brings a hand up to lightly flip her hair away from her shoulder.
Nami: It would be hella heckin rude of us not to welcome the fresh team of LaLa to the Liberty Tag Division wouldn’t it Coral?
Coral: LaLa? OH.
She turns away to hide her snicker laugh and shakes her head before looking over her shoulder at the camera.
Coral: I feel bad though, for Lauroux. You all saw it on Twitter, Scotty’s got no good snacks at his house. What a terrible host! What sort of dude wouldn’t get good snacks for his guests after they travel all the way to Canada, especially if one of them is his tag partner? That’s not how you team build buddy.
Nami: He’s not your buddy, Coral.
Coral: He’s not my guy either, Nami.
The two laugh far too loudly for the really terribly timed joke before they sigh in near unison and brush off their shoulders. Coral still seems in a great mood, where Nami now looks more serious.
Nami: We’re pretty heckin sure that you two want to win, but there’s no trust with that. Want to win is great, but you know, neither of us can imagine X not wanting to get a lil payback for what happened, especially considering that his patience for shenanigans must be at a serious all time low. So. Say whatever you want, guys. Just understand that we’re waiting for you two to have a big wipeout.
The Girls stare at the camera for a few moments before it cuts elsewhere.
MATCH FOUR: TAG
Scotty Latimer & Xavier Laroux vs Girls of Summer
Scotty Latimer & Xavier Laroux vs Girls of Summer
| RECAP They waited for over a minute but Xavier Laroux was nowhere to be found. Scotty was left to fight by himself against the Liberty Tag Team Champions. He looked as if he almost didn’t mind though, as teaming with X might be a worse fate. The match starts out with Coral and Nami seemingly attempting to team up against Latimer. Scotty tries to fight them off but the numbers game is too much as they both take him down. Girls of Summer control the beginning of the match as they share several quick tags and keep Scotty there in the corner to wear him down, making the most of him not having a partner, but Scotty shows his prowess in the ring and comes back with fire, a quick combination by Scotty, seeing him then duck a swing from Nami, Scotty then nails Coral, knocking her off the apron and to the outside. Nami goes to hit Scotty with a clothesline but he hits her with a spinning back slam. Latimer pins Nami but she kicks out after two. Latimer picks Nami up and he nails her with his finisher, the Bladerunner. Latimer pins Nami but Coral enters the ring and stops the count by hitting him with a punt to the head. Latimer is completely out of it from the brutal kick and the referee yells at Coral to get out of the ring. Coral raises her hands in the air innocently as she smirks before she exits the ring into her corner. Scotty is in a daze as he crawls to his corner, forgetting for a moment that he has no one to tag as Nami manages to tag in Coral. Coral is quick to get on top of Scotty, stomping him with several boots into the corner. Coral then runs back to her corner before charging back to Scotty and hitting a brutal knee to his face as he is leaning into the corner. Coral pulls Scotty to the middle of the ring and she pins him but he kicks out after two. Coral takes Nami in and the two go for a double suplex on Scotty but they can’t lift him as he holds his weight down. Latimer then counters and he hits a suplex on both girls, showing his impressive strength. Latimer then goes to work on Nami, who’s the legal one as he hits her with several stomps. He picks her up and whips her to the ropes and when she comes back, he goes for a second Bladerunner but Coral sweeps his legs out from under him with a leg sweep. This gives the Girls of Summer the chance to hit Sandy Cheeks - Running High knee to the face (Nami) followed by a legdrop (Coral). Nami pins Latimer and the referee counts to three, giving the Girls of Summer the win. WINNER Girls of Summer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:02 FINISHING MOVE Sandy Cheeks POST MATCH Suddenly the fans can be heard gasping and the camera moves to the entrance way where Xavier Laroux comes crashing through the curtain. He’s a bloodied mess as he tries to lift himself to his feet. Suddenly appearing from behind the curtain is GAVIN GRIMES OF VALIANT PRO! Their issues have now spilt over here to Liberty Pro. Gavin grabs Xavier by his shirt, which is now soaked in blood and begins to scream at him, the cameras managing to pick it up. Gavin Grimes: YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN’T COME FOR YOU HERE TOO? NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, I WILL BE THERE! AND THAT GOES FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE COMMITTEE! I WILL COME FOR ALL OF YOU, EVERYWHERE YOU GO! SO LET THIS BE A LESSON! DON’T UNVEIL YOURSELF OR ELSE I WILL FUCKING END YOU! GOT THAT!? Xavier, almost completely out of it, laughs it all off before spitting a combination of spit and blood in Gavin’s face. Gavin angrily wipes his face off before he grabs Xavier by the head and drops him with The Crowning (Headlock driver) right down on the unforgiving entrance way. Gavin then lifts Xavier up and tosses him off the entrance way, down through tables and a bunch of equipment. It looks like Grimes isn’t done but The Girls of Summer are suddenly standing in his way. Security then grabs Gavin and they pull him away. He screams at Xavier that he’s going to kill him if he has to and he’s suddenly gone through the back. The Girls go to check on Xavier before EMT’s arrive and the scene then cuts backstage. |
BACKSTAGE
Derrick: Man, everyday is a rollercoaster in this company.
Derrick La’Bell says with a smirk on his face. He’s sitting on a production crate, just chilling there.
Derrick: One week I’m getting beaten in an upset, next week I beat a former champion, week after that I’m a champion, the next week I win a tag team match, but lose my title, and the next week I’m losing in the rematch. They say that you life is constantly changing in this industry, but here in Liberty Pro that’s clearly an understatement.
You can tell there’s a bit of resentment in his voice. He’s not a fan of how his wrestling career has been going lately, but at the same time he accepts that it’s just the nature of the business at the end of the day. This kind of struggle is what brought him back to wrestling to begin with and it’s his goal to eventually take control of the industry. All this said, there’s a tone change in his voice, as he sounds a lot more reassured in this next bit.
Derrick: Though as that old cliche goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
A big old smile is now on his face as he laughs.
Derrick: Because you know that no matter what I’m going through, I’m always going to have a match with Tamsin, and we’re always going to beat the shit out of each other.
Derrick laughs at the long standing rivalry he has had with Tamsin over the past year and a half.
Derrick: Tammy, honestly we need to stop meeting like this, Mimi is getting worried.
He thought that was really funny, even though it really wasn’t.
Derrick: But in all seriousness, Tammy, I see you. I see what you’re fighting for with your team in Nachthexen. I see yall fighting against a broken system, and I sympathize. I really do. I hope yall win all the gold yall fight for and deserve, but at the same time TamTam… I’m doing the same thing.
That friendliness he was showing kind of backs away for a bit as Derrick shows a bit more serious side.
Derrick: I fought hard for an opportunity at a title, got it, and before I could do anything it was taken from me in the same bullshit way that it was taken from you and so many others. I knew the risks, and I thought I was going to be different, but I wasn’t. I thought my life was on the upswing, but it was just on the sidestep. I was naive and I was foolish, and I got beat by a broken system when I had my back turned. I know you’re fighting for the same thing, Tam. I know you and your witch girls are fighting for the recognition that you deserve, but I refuse to be a statement that you get to make.
Derrick feels a pit in his stomach form as he swallows a bit of emotion. Derrick had truly felt like he had finally turned things around, just for him to find out he had never really moved at all. He was hurt, he was ashamed, but he wasn’t about to let that get to him. He shakes his head.
Derrick: I refuse to be the example you make in your bids for titles and opportunities. I refuse to be the stepping stone for you and your friends. I should’ve been in that championship scramble, I should be in that Gotham champion or Liberty contenders match later tonight. I should be the one in the one getting all of these opportunities, just like you should be. I sympathize with your cause, but it doesn’t matter if it’s just me and you, or every girl you sing satan’s kumbaya with at 3 a.m. , I am going to stand defiantly in front of you and refuse to let you pass, because I DESERVE IT TOO!!!
Derrick beats on his chest to signify that he’s strong and steadfast in his position, both literally and figuratively, because the dude is 275 of pure muscle tbh.
Derrick: Tonight we’re going to do what we always do, Tamsin. We’re going to beat the holy hell out of each other, because that’s just how we are. We’re always fighting for the same things, just on different sides. We hate to love and love to hate each other, because despite us being physical polar opposites, we are very similar. However, only one of us can walk out of this match tonight with their hand raised… and I’m going to make damn sure it aint you.
He takes a deep breath and smiles.
Derrick: See you soon, Tammy.
Derrick: Man, everyday is a rollercoaster in this company.
Derrick La’Bell says with a smirk on his face. He’s sitting on a production crate, just chilling there.
Derrick: One week I’m getting beaten in an upset, next week I beat a former champion, week after that I’m a champion, the next week I win a tag team match, but lose my title, and the next week I’m losing in the rematch. They say that you life is constantly changing in this industry, but here in Liberty Pro that’s clearly an understatement.
You can tell there’s a bit of resentment in his voice. He’s not a fan of how his wrestling career has been going lately, but at the same time he accepts that it’s just the nature of the business at the end of the day. This kind of struggle is what brought him back to wrestling to begin with and it’s his goal to eventually take control of the industry. All this said, there’s a tone change in his voice, as he sounds a lot more reassured in this next bit.
Derrick: Though as that old cliche goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
A big old smile is now on his face as he laughs.
Derrick: Because you know that no matter what I’m going through, I’m always going to have a match with Tamsin, and we’re always going to beat the shit out of each other.
Derrick laughs at the long standing rivalry he has had with Tamsin over the past year and a half.
Derrick: Tammy, honestly we need to stop meeting like this, Mimi is getting worried.
He thought that was really funny, even though it really wasn’t.
Derrick: But in all seriousness, Tammy, I see you. I see what you’re fighting for with your team in Nachthexen. I see yall fighting against a broken system, and I sympathize. I really do. I hope yall win all the gold yall fight for and deserve, but at the same time TamTam… I’m doing the same thing.
That friendliness he was showing kind of backs away for a bit as Derrick shows a bit more serious side.
Derrick: I fought hard for an opportunity at a title, got it, and before I could do anything it was taken from me in the same bullshit way that it was taken from you and so many others. I knew the risks, and I thought I was going to be different, but I wasn’t. I thought my life was on the upswing, but it was just on the sidestep. I was naive and I was foolish, and I got beat by a broken system when I had my back turned. I know you’re fighting for the same thing, Tam. I know you and your witch girls are fighting for the recognition that you deserve, but I refuse to be a statement that you get to make.
Derrick feels a pit in his stomach form as he swallows a bit of emotion. Derrick had truly felt like he had finally turned things around, just for him to find out he had never really moved at all. He was hurt, he was ashamed, but he wasn’t about to let that get to him. He shakes his head.
Derrick: I refuse to be the example you make in your bids for titles and opportunities. I refuse to be the stepping stone for you and your friends. I should’ve been in that championship scramble, I should be in that Gotham champion or Liberty contenders match later tonight. I should be the one in the one getting all of these opportunities, just like you should be. I sympathize with your cause, but it doesn’t matter if it’s just me and you, or every girl you sing satan’s kumbaya with at 3 a.m. , I am going to stand defiantly in front of you and refuse to let you pass, because I DESERVE IT TOO!!!
Derrick beats on his chest to signify that he’s strong and steadfast in his position, both literally and figuratively, because the dude is 275 of pure muscle tbh.
Derrick: Tonight we’re going to do what we always do, Tamsin. We’re going to beat the holy hell out of each other, because that’s just how we are. We’re always fighting for the same things, just on different sides. We hate to love and love to hate each other, because despite us being physical polar opposites, we are very similar. However, only one of us can walk out of this match tonight with their hand raised… and I’m going to make damn sure it aint you.
He takes a deep breath and smiles.
Derrick: See you soon, Tammy.
RINGSIDE
"Prey" by Parkway Drive plays and Lizzie Jones emerges from the back, striding out to the ring and using the steps to enter. She’s handed a microphone, but waits in a corner as the fans react to her still. Finally her music dies down and she begins to talk.
Lizzie: “Soooooooo…”
She smirks widely.
Lizzie: “Last show didn’t go too badly, did it? Not only did I defeat Becky Balfour and get my rightful revenge, but she’s no longer employed here. She’s gone and with that chapter closed, it’s time to open a new one.”
The smirk’s gone now, a more serious look on her face.
Lizzie: “First up comes one Freddie Hjalmar. Yaaay…?”
Clear sarcasm.
Lizzie: “Let’s just recap what he was doing the same night I ruined Balfour? Oh, that’s right, getting his ass whipped all over Brooklyn, before surrendering his title by tapping out.”
She laughs.
Lizzie: “And then he wants to try and talk down to people? I mean, just look at his tweets. Better yet, don’t, they’re scientifically proven to lower both your IQ and libido. Instead take my word for it, his self indulgent and narcissistic nature means you’re missing nothing at all there. I’ve seen plenty, and yet he’s still up there as one of the biggest tools I’ve ever had to face. Lucky, lucky me.”
A little sigh now.
Lizzie: “So here’s the deal, Freddo, you’re gonna walk your dorky little ass out to the ring. You’re gonna tie your greasy mop of hair back, you’re gonna sanitize your goddamn hands, and then I’m gonna kick your ass all over this here ring.”
She smirks a tad again.
Lizzie: “And that? THAT is a ‘promise’!”
"Prey" by Parkway Drive plays and Lizzie Jones emerges from the back, striding out to the ring and using the steps to enter. She’s handed a microphone, but waits in a corner as the fans react to her still. Finally her music dies down and she begins to talk.
Lizzie: “Soooooooo…”
She smirks widely.
Lizzie: “Last show didn’t go too badly, did it? Not only did I defeat Becky Balfour and get my rightful revenge, but she’s no longer employed here. She’s gone and with that chapter closed, it’s time to open a new one.”
The smirk’s gone now, a more serious look on her face.
Lizzie: “First up comes one Freddie Hjalmar. Yaaay…?”
Clear sarcasm.
Lizzie: “Let’s just recap what he was doing the same night I ruined Balfour? Oh, that’s right, getting his ass whipped all over Brooklyn, before surrendering his title by tapping out.”
She laughs.
Lizzie: “And then he wants to try and talk down to people? I mean, just look at his tweets. Better yet, don’t, they’re scientifically proven to lower both your IQ and libido. Instead take my word for it, his self indulgent and narcissistic nature means you’re missing nothing at all there. I’ve seen plenty, and yet he’s still up there as one of the biggest tools I’ve ever had to face. Lucky, lucky me.”
A little sigh now.
Lizzie: “So here’s the deal, Freddo, you’re gonna walk your dorky little ass out to the ring. You’re gonna tie your greasy mop of hair back, you’re gonna sanitize your goddamn hands, and then I’m gonna kick your ass all over this here ring.”
She smirks a tad again.
Lizzie: “And that? THAT is a ‘promise’!”
BACKSTAGE
Julio Banks is backstage and he’s wearing a janitor outfit that he found, trying to disguise himself, with the Anarchy Championship in the trashbag he’s holding. Scotty Latimer, who fought earlier in the night, hands Julio a half eaten ice cream bar.
Scotty Latimer: Get rid of that for me bud, alright?
Julio Banks: What the hell? I’m not a janitor!
A moment of silence is in the air as Julio looks at Scotty awkwardly as Latimer realizes it’s Julio! Julio goes to run but Latimer takes him out with the Bladerunner! He pins Julio right as a referee appears and he gets the three count. Latimer is the Anarchy Champion!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: SCOTTY LATIMER
Scotty grabs the belt from the bag and runs off.
Julio Banks is backstage and he’s wearing a janitor outfit that he found, trying to disguise himself, with the Anarchy Championship in the trashbag he’s holding. Scotty Latimer, who fought earlier in the night, hands Julio a half eaten ice cream bar.
Scotty Latimer: Get rid of that for me bud, alright?
Julio Banks: What the hell? I’m not a janitor!
A moment of silence is in the air as Julio looks at Scotty awkwardly as Latimer realizes it’s Julio! Julio goes to run but Latimer takes him out with the Bladerunner! He pins Julio right as a referee appears and he gets the three count. Latimer is the Anarchy Champion!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: SCOTTY LATIMER
Scotty grabs the belt from the bag and runs off.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Derrick La’Bell vs Tamsin
Derrick La’Bell vs Tamsin
| RECAP Tamsin and Derrick come face to face in the middle of the ring. A rebellious Tamsin spits in Derrick’s face before she follows up with a big right hook to the face of Derrick. He staggers back for a moment before turning back to Tamsin and Derrick glares at her. Tamsin soons exits the ring and Derrick follows her, chasing her around the ring before Tamsin slides back in. Derrick gets in the ring and Tamsin takes him down with a dropkick. He gets up and another dropick. She then charges Derrick and hits him with a shining wizard as he gets to his knees. She pins and gets a two count. Tamsin picks Derrick up and he counters by driving his elbow into her gut. He finally manages to take control and is able to put Tamsin into a headlock. Tamsin throws a back elbow and manages to get free before jumping on Derrick’s back and putting into a sleeper hold as she hangs on. She somehow pulls Derrick to the ground and holds him down on the ground but Derrick uses his strength to get back to his feet but Tamsin keeps the hold on. He tries to push her off but she still doesn't let go. Derrick then counters by running backward and driving Tamsin into the turnbuckle. Tamsin is finally forced to let go of Derrick as they both start to get up. Derrick starts blasting away at Tamsin’s midsection with a series of right and left hooks. He then drops her with a big boot. Tamsin falls back against the ropes and then bounces back towards Derrick. Derrick lifts her up in the air and hits her with a powerful spinebuster. He covers Tamsin and goes for the pin. Tamsin easily kicks out at two and starts to sit up. Derrick puts her into a rear chinlock and uses his knee to keep her in place. Tamsin turns to start and get up. Derrick turns his chinlock into a sleeper hold as they both end up standing in the middle of the ring. She reaches up and hooks Derrick around the head before dropping down with a sitout jawbreaker. Derrick bounces off the mat and falls back into the ropes. Tamsin charges in with a running high knee. She then hooks him around the head and spikes him down into the middle of the ring with a bulldog takedown. When Derrick gets to his knees, Tamsin takes him down with a shining wizard. Tamsin pins and gets a two count. Tamsin goes to pick Derrick up but he fights her off with elbow shots. Derrick then goes for a discus clothesline but Tamsin counters with a hard superkick. She pins Derrick but he kicks out just before the three count. Tamsin backs up into the corner and waits for Derrick to get to his feet. He stirs and when he gets up, Tamsin charges again but this time Derrick grabs her and nails Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride). He then pins and picks up the three count on the Liberty In The Bank Winner!!!! The bell is rung and Derrick is announced the winner but he ignores the referee and rolls out of the ring. He grabs Tamsin’s Liberty In The Bank and exclaims that he’s the new Liberty In The Bank Champ… Even though it’s not a championship. Nevertheless, Derrick exits through the crowd and takes off with the briefcase, which makes it to where Tamsin can’t cash in her shot without that contract! She is livid as she gives chase after Derrick. WINNER Derrick La’Bell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:46 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion |
BACKSTAGE
Freddie Hjalmar: I want you all to witness the disrespect I, the Grand Prince of Wrestling, Freddie Hjalmar, is being shown. I let that little dog Cerrano off easy not coming for that Gotham Championship tonight - because there are some things not even royal intervention can fix. My intentions were pure, although grand, I wanted that title, I won’t deny it. I wanted it so that I could mould it into the premier championship in Liberty Pro Wrestling...but why waste my time when I know it’s so hideously below me? I have my sights locked firmly onto far grander sights, which begs the question, what the fuck am I doing wrestling Lizzie Jones?
A wave of disgust washes over Freddie’s body as the name escapes his lips, conveyed entirely by his facial expression.
Freddie Hjalmar: The same Lizzie Jones who begs to be taken seriously, yet constantly proves herself to be nothing more than an old, tired comedy act that no one found funny in the first place. Lizzie and the little band of cheerleaders she’s surrounded herself with are the scourge of this industry. I am disgusted that I even have to waste my own time talking about her. A win over her offers me...nothing. Losing to her offers me nothing because she’ll get another ‘injury’ and leave in a couple of months anyway. Some people are built for war, and all Lizzie Jones is built for is making insulting wise cracks on Twitter to snicker at with her lesbians. There is no substance to her at all as a person or a professional wrestler, and I’d argue she’s just a pretty face, but she’s barely even that. Lizzie Jones was trained by a wrestler who’s enjoyed success wherever she’s gone and demolished stereotypes left and right, but all Lizzie does is reinforce them tenfold. Lizzie Jones has been given everything, and offered nothing.
Hjalmar stares daggers into the camera, not even his ornate golden coronet can soften the hate in his eyes.
Freddie Hjalmar: This would be where despite my words, I’d state that Lizzie Jones is a tough competitor that I need to be on my game to beat...but the truth is, she’s really isn’t. If you weren’t paying attention, she’s tried this whole ‘big return’ thing before, lost, then promptly retired. Now she’s back, and for what? To quit again? To let everyone down again? Learn to knit or something, this hobby isn’t for you. Some of us haven’t leveraged our Twitter popularity to gain a spot on the card, we’ve earned it. Based on your entire body of work, if your name wasn’t Lizzie Jones, you’d be lucky to get dark matches in the scummiest of promotions. I opted to put aside my family’s name and use my own - I knew where it could get my career if I used it, but I wanted to truly earn my position in this industry, and I have. Lizzie Jones on the otherhand, whenever she feels like trying this whole wrestling thing again she just pop your head in and get a spot over someone who actually works hard for it - you have zero fucking shame Lizzie. I am concerned but not surprised that I have to be the one to deliver this message to you, but you are not respected in professional wrestling Lizzie. You are the quintessential caricature of someone who cares more about Twitter than her career. You are mocked for good reason, and I’d consider you not showing up to the ring tonight less of a waste of my time than if you actually were to strut shamelessly down there.
There is no smug grin planted on Freddie Hjalmar’s face, no confident swagger in his subtle movements, only concentrated vitriol.
Freddie Hjalmar: For you to be given this position on the card is simply the perfect example of how braindead our General Manager is. The perfect example of how poor this company is run, how actual talent is being ignored week after week in order to bring in what they assume to be a big name. I can’t say that’ll work out, because I don’t think many of your fans even know you wrestle. I wouldn’t have figured there’d be much crossover between annoying wannabe comedians who fetishise their sexuality and professional wrestling, but here we are.
With a disappointed shake of the head, he continues.
Freddie Hjalmar: Tonight Lizzie, you go against your antithesis. Someone that does not prop their career up with their name, someone that has actually been successful, and someone who, most importantly, cares about professional wrestling. When you lose tonight, you’ll do one of two things: quit and go home again, or make another lame, lazy joke at my expense in a vile attempt to laugh off your failures once more...and I don’t know whether that makes me want to laugh at you, or cry for you.
Freddie Hjalmar: I want you all to witness the disrespect I, the Grand Prince of Wrestling, Freddie Hjalmar, is being shown. I let that little dog Cerrano off easy not coming for that Gotham Championship tonight - because there are some things not even royal intervention can fix. My intentions were pure, although grand, I wanted that title, I won’t deny it. I wanted it so that I could mould it into the premier championship in Liberty Pro Wrestling...but why waste my time when I know it’s so hideously below me? I have my sights locked firmly onto far grander sights, which begs the question, what the fuck am I doing wrestling Lizzie Jones?
A wave of disgust washes over Freddie’s body as the name escapes his lips, conveyed entirely by his facial expression.
Freddie Hjalmar: The same Lizzie Jones who begs to be taken seriously, yet constantly proves herself to be nothing more than an old, tired comedy act that no one found funny in the first place. Lizzie and the little band of cheerleaders she’s surrounded herself with are the scourge of this industry. I am disgusted that I even have to waste my own time talking about her. A win over her offers me...nothing. Losing to her offers me nothing because she’ll get another ‘injury’ and leave in a couple of months anyway. Some people are built for war, and all Lizzie Jones is built for is making insulting wise cracks on Twitter to snicker at with her lesbians. There is no substance to her at all as a person or a professional wrestler, and I’d argue she’s just a pretty face, but she’s barely even that. Lizzie Jones was trained by a wrestler who’s enjoyed success wherever she’s gone and demolished stereotypes left and right, but all Lizzie does is reinforce them tenfold. Lizzie Jones has been given everything, and offered nothing.
Hjalmar stares daggers into the camera, not even his ornate golden coronet can soften the hate in his eyes.
Freddie Hjalmar: This would be where despite my words, I’d state that Lizzie Jones is a tough competitor that I need to be on my game to beat...but the truth is, she’s really isn’t. If you weren’t paying attention, she’s tried this whole ‘big return’ thing before, lost, then promptly retired. Now she’s back, and for what? To quit again? To let everyone down again? Learn to knit or something, this hobby isn’t for you. Some of us haven’t leveraged our Twitter popularity to gain a spot on the card, we’ve earned it. Based on your entire body of work, if your name wasn’t Lizzie Jones, you’d be lucky to get dark matches in the scummiest of promotions. I opted to put aside my family’s name and use my own - I knew where it could get my career if I used it, but I wanted to truly earn my position in this industry, and I have. Lizzie Jones on the otherhand, whenever she feels like trying this whole wrestling thing again she just pop your head in and get a spot over someone who actually works hard for it - you have zero fucking shame Lizzie. I am concerned but not surprised that I have to be the one to deliver this message to you, but you are not respected in professional wrestling Lizzie. You are the quintessential caricature of someone who cares more about Twitter than her career. You are mocked for good reason, and I’d consider you not showing up to the ring tonight less of a waste of my time than if you actually were to strut shamelessly down there.
There is no smug grin planted on Freddie Hjalmar’s face, no confident swagger in his subtle movements, only concentrated vitriol.
Freddie Hjalmar: For you to be given this position on the card is simply the perfect example of how braindead our General Manager is. The perfect example of how poor this company is run, how actual talent is being ignored week after week in order to bring in what they assume to be a big name. I can’t say that’ll work out, because I don’t think many of your fans even know you wrestle. I wouldn’t have figured there’d be much crossover between annoying wannabe comedians who fetishise their sexuality and professional wrestling, but here we are.
With a disappointed shake of the head, he continues.
Freddie Hjalmar: Tonight Lizzie, you go against your antithesis. Someone that does not prop their career up with their name, someone that has actually been successful, and someone who, most importantly, cares about professional wrestling. When you lose tonight, you’ll do one of two things: quit and go home again, or make another lame, lazy joke at my expense in a vile attempt to laugh off your failures once more...and I don’t know whether that makes me want to laugh at you, or cry for you.
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross finally finds the Anarchy Championship with Scotty Latimer, who is sneaking around. He doesn’t see Kendrick, who takes Scotty out with a steel chair. Kendrick drops and pins him and gets the three count!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: KENDRICK KROSS
Kendrick runs to find a hiding place.
Kendrick Kross finally finds the Anarchy Championship with Scotty Latimer, who is sneaking around. He doesn’t see Kendrick, who takes Scotty out with a steel chair. Kendrick drops and pins him and gets the three count!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: KENDRICK KROSS
Kendrick runs to find a hiding place.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Lizzie Jones vs Freddie Hjalmar
Lizzie Jones vs Freddie Hjalmar
| RECAP Just as the bell starts ringing Lizzie broke out in a sprint across the ring, knocking Freddie down to the mat with a vicious spear. Lizzie quickly mounts her opponent and begins driving her fists into Freddie’s face as it was obvious how much Lizzie disliked Hjalmar already. But as much as Lizzie had disdain for Hjalmar, she also had a vicious side like no other that came out when that bell rang. As Lizzie pushes herself back to her feet she spat down at Freddie and told him to get up and that she was more than he bargained for. Each time Freddie would work to get himself back to his feet Lizzie would drop him back down with a move, first a DDT and then a snap suplex. Having easily imposed her will on the mat in the early stages of the match Lizzie allowed Freddie to get back up to his feet. Lunging forward Lizzie was greeted with a strong knee from Freddie sending her staggering backwards. Freddie continues forward throwing a few inside leg kicks to the left leg of Lizzie. Freddie then drives another knee into Lizzie’s gut before he drops her with a running bulldog. Lizzie instantly grabs at her head after it bounced off the mat. Freddie then hit the ropes before hitting Lizzie with a running shooting star press. Freddie pins Lizzie but only gets a two count before Lizzie kicks out. Freddie picks Lizzie up off of the mat but Lizzie shoves Freddie off of her as she gets up to her feet. The two competitors look at one another through quick shallow breaths each one of them working to regain their wits about themselves. Approaching each other in the center of the ring Freddie throws a strong right fist to the cheek of Lizzie. Taking a few steps backwards Lizzie grabs her cheek before a devilish smirk formed on her face. Lizzie tells Freddie to hit her again and Freddie obliges, this time connecting with a disrespectful slap across the face. Lizzie asks for a third time and as Freddie winds up and throws a closed fist punch this time, Lizzie was playing possum as she was able to duck underneath. Lizzie then grabs Freddie from and drops him with a reverse DDT. Lizzie pins Freddie but Freddie kicks out after two. Lizzie picks Freddie up and goes for her finish but Freddie dodges it and throws Lizzie out of the ring. Freddie follows her and the two battle on the outside. They throw each other into the barricade, the ring post and even the announce table, going back and forth as the referee counts them out while this turns into a brawl. The count soon reaches ten and the match is called a draw. As soon as the bell rings, Freddie pokes Lizzie in the eye. Lizzie staggers blinded as Freddie pulls her up onto the announce table. He then drops her with a piledriver through the table! He then looked down at her and said she had no business being in a match with THE PROMISED! He spit down near her and walked away as the match was declared a draw. This might not be the end between these two though. WINNER DRAW METHOD Countout MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross soon snuck into the kitchen of the backstage area and he ran into Derrick La’Bell, who had the stolen Liberty In The Bank briefcase in one hand and a taco in the other. Kendrick looked at him in confusion as Derrick shrugged.
Derrick La’Bell: What? It’s Taco Tuesday!
Kendrick then laid his eyes on the briefcase that Derrick had stolen as Derrick looked at the Anarchy Championship.
Kendrick Kross: I won’t tell if you don’t.
Derrick nods before grabbing a plate of tacos and holding it towards Kendrick.
Derrick La’Bell: Deal. Anyway… Taco?
Kendrick nods and grabs a taco and starts to eat it and the two continue to hide together as the scene cuts away.
Kendrick Kross soon snuck into the kitchen of the backstage area and he ran into Derrick La’Bell, who had the stolen Liberty In The Bank briefcase in one hand and a taco in the other. Kendrick looked at him in confusion as Derrick shrugged.
Derrick La’Bell: What? It’s Taco Tuesday!
Kendrick then laid his eyes on the briefcase that Derrick had stolen as Derrick looked at the Anarchy Championship.
Kendrick Kross: I won’t tell if you don’t.
Derrick nods before grabbing a plate of tacos and holding it towards Kendrick.
Derrick La’Bell: Deal. Anyway… Taco?
Kendrick nods and grabs a taco and starts to eat it and the two continue to hide together as the scene cuts away.
MATCH SEVEN: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Max Cerrano vs Brien Storm
Max Cerrano vs Brien Storm
| RECAP Brien Storm, Your Worst Favorite Nightmare, begins to make his way down the entrance ramp when Max Cerrano attacks him from behind with the Gotham Championship. Max screams that just anyone doesn’t get a shot at his title. He continues to beat down Brien and then drag him down the entrance way. He then throws Brien in the ring and clocks him with the Gotham Championship once more. Max Cerrano then hands the Gotham Championship to the referee and demands he start the match. At first, the referee refuses until Max intimidates him. Finally, the referee relents and rings the bell. Storm begins to stir and Max immediately takes him out with Kill Your Masters - Flatliner transitioned smoothly into a Koji Clutch. Brien immediately starts to tap and the referee calls for the bell. Max Cerrano is announced the winner and reigning Gotham Champion but he doesn’t let go of the move. Eventually Storm passes out and Max keeps the hold in. Suddenly the fans cheer and what! It’s TJ Techniques! TJ gets in the ring and Max lets go of the hold but it’s too late! TJ has the jump on him and he takes Max out with Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike). TJ then climbs the top rope and he leaps off, hitting Know The Ledge (Shooting Star Press) for good measure! He then grabs the Gotham Championship and raises it in the air as he stands over Max Cerrano with the fans cheering him on. TJ then lays the belt down on Max and tells him that he’s coming for it! WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 30 seconds FINISHING MOVE Kill Your Masters |
BACKSTAGE
As Kendrick and Derrick enjoy their tacos backstage, they could hear rumbling and screaming coming near. The two of them find a closet but only one can fit! Derrick squeezes into it.
Derrick La’Bell: Find your own spot!
Kendrick panics looking around but through the front door enters Nachthexen and Tamsin is clearly upset. Kendrick hides the Anarchy Championship behind his back as her and her friends look at him.
Tamsin: The idiot isn’t here. Let’s go!
They leave as Kendrick lets out a sigh of relief. Derrick exits the closet and sighs.
Derrick La’Bell: I think now we should go our separate ways.
Kendrick Kross: True. See you around.
The two split up and the scene cuts away.
As Kendrick and Derrick enjoy their tacos backstage, they could hear rumbling and screaming coming near. The two of them find a closet but only one can fit! Derrick squeezes into it.
Derrick La’Bell: Find your own spot!
Kendrick panics looking around but through the front door enters Nachthexen and Tamsin is clearly upset. Kendrick hides the Anarchy Championship behind his back as her and her friends look at him.
Tamsin: The idiot isn’t here. Let’s go!
They leave as Kendrick lets out a sigh of relief. Derrick exits the closet and sighs.
Derrick La’Bell: I think now we should go our separate ways.
Kendrick Kross: True. See you around.
The two split up and the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Carmen Cambridge is strutting backstage in a leopard print dress when she hears her name called from behind her.
Cameraman: Carmen. Ms.Cambridge, can you tell the world how it felt to defeat Tyson Gregory in a first blood match?
Carmen Cambridge: Who the eff are you? Seriously, Liberty can't hire someone to ACTUALLY ask questions and instead they have the camera men follow people around and shout to get their attention? It's funny though in a way, because sometimes those who shout the loudest make the most noise...and take the most L's. But I'll come back to that in a minute.
Cambridge pulls the shades off that were covering her eyes and drops them on the floor carelessly behind her.
Carmen Cambridge: At Resurrection I did exactly what I said I was gonna do. I kept it all the way real out there. Tyson Gregory was running his fat mouth about the advantage he had, and then he couldn't even capitalize on it. A true choke artist at it's best. But how it felt? It felt like it was destiny. He cost me a Liberty title match, and then he bloodied me up, it was time to get some revenge and I served him that mess on a cold dish.
She pauses.
Carmen Cambridge: Speaking of destiny, lets go back to that. Do you know what my destiny is?
The cameraman attempts to answer but Carmen quickly puts two fingers over his lips to silence him.
Carmen Cambridge: My destiny is to be the Liberty champion. Helena Noir has talked crazy about me, and when the time is right, I'mma make her eat every last one of those words, but tonight I take on another one of the loud ones. Remember I said we'd come back to that. Well we can rewind and then fast forward, because we're back boo boo.
With a quick laugh, she continues.
Carmen Cambridge: What have the oh so PRECIOUS one done to deserve this match? She's called me a dog on Twitter, big deal. Do you know what else she did? She just had a chance to become Liberty champion and what happened? She tapped out in the middle of the ring and GAVE UP! She quit! But here we are, another week and another big time match for Pepper, but guess what lil miss thang? Pepper about to leave here EXTRA SALTY tonight when this thing is over, because I didn't come here to lose to someone who just tapped out to the champion at the last show. I came here to do what I did last show, and what I do best...win win win. Run it back, I came to win boo boo, and you Pepper? We'll see how much dog talk you have left in you when I walk you around this ring like a lil bitch! Liberty only needs one true contender, and that's going to be me. Now get outta my face before I make an example out of you.
The feisty former champion points down the hallway as the camera man begins to sprint in the opposite direction as Cambridge laughs, sending a clear message ahead of her big Liberty contendership match later on.
Carmen Cambridge is strutting backstage in a leopard print dress when she hears her name called from behind her.
Cameraman: Carmen. Ms.Cambridge, can you tell the world how it felt to defeat Tyson Gregory in a first blood match?
Carmen Cambridge: Who the eff are you? Seriously, Liberty can't hire someone to ACTUALLY ask questions and instead they have the camera men follow people around and shout to get their attention? It's funny though in a way, because sometimes those who shout the loudest make the most noise...and take the most L's. But I'll come back to that in a minute.
Cambridge pulls the shades off that were covering her eyes and drops them on the floor carelessly behind her.
Carmen Cambridge: At Resurrection I did exactly what I said I was gonna do. I kept it all the way real out there. Tyson Gregory was running his fat mouth about the advantage he had, and then he couldn't even capitalize on it. A true choke artist at it's best. But how it felt? It felt like it was destiny. He cost me a Liberty title match, and then he bloodied me up, it was time to get some revenge and I served him that mess on a cold dish.
She pauses.
Carmen Cambridge: Speaking of destiny, lets go back to that. Do you know what my destiny is?
The cameraman attempts to answer but Carmen quickly puts two fingers over his lips to silence him.
Carmen Cambridge: My destiny is to be the Liberty champion. Helena Noir has talked crazy about me, and when the time is right, I'mma make her eat every last one of those words, but tonight I take on another one of the loud ones. Remember I said we'd come back to that. Well we can rewind and then fast forward, because we're back boo boo.
With a quick laugh, she continues.
Carmen Cambridge: What have the oh so PRECIOUS one done to deserve this match? She's called me a dog on Twitter, big deal. Do you know what else she did? She just had a chance to become Liberty champion and what happened? She tapped out in the middle of the ring and GAVE UP! She quit! But here we are, another week and another big time match for Pepper, but guess what lil miss thang? Pepper about to leave here EXTRA SALTY tonight when this thing is over, because I didn't come here to lose to someone who just tapped out to the champion at the last show. I came here to do what I did last show, and what I do best...win win win. Run it back, I came to win boo boo, and you Pepper? We'll see how much dog talk you have left in you when I walk you around this ring like a lil bitch! Liberty only needs one true contender, and that's going to be me. Now get outta my face before I make an example out of you.
The feisty former champion points down the hallway as the camera man begins to sprint in the opposite direction as Cambridge laughs, sending a clear message ahead of her big Liberty contendership match later on.
HEADLINE: Liberty Championship #1 Contender
Precious Pepper Vain vs Carmen Cambridge
Precious Pepper Vain vs Carmen Cambridge
| RECAP At the sound of the bell, both Carmen and Pepper walk out and circle each other for a moment, feeling each other out before going to lock up, but Pepper drops down and drives a knee into the midsection of Cambridge. She drives a second knee into her midsection before turning and hitting a backhand chop to the chest of Carmen. Cambridge winces at the chop but PPV follows up with a second one that just seems to rile up Cambridge. Cambridge starts to walk up on PPV but she is quick to stick a thumb into his eye. As Cambridge staggers, PPV kicks her in the small of the back with a thud, she then snapmares her over and hits another kick square into her spine. With Cambridge down, PPV starts to stomp and drop knees to the shoulder area of Cambridge, trying to keep her down on the canvas. PPV makes a quick move to try to lock in the Red Riot but Cambridge kicks back and is able to roll Vain off of him. They both get to their feet and PPV hits a big jumping knee that knocks Cambridge into the corner. PPV backs up and comes charging in, looking for a double knee strike but Cambridge catches her. Carmen muscles her up and takes her down hard with a sit out powerbomb that leaves both competitors down on the mat. They both slowly get to their feet with PPV getting up a bit faster. She grabs onto Carmen from behind and tries for a German suplex but Cambridge throws two back elbows that knock PPV off her back. Cambridge turns and takes PPV over with a gutwrench suplex. Cambridge keeps ahold of her and takes her over for a second suplex. Cambridge hangs on again and takes PPV for a third gutwrench suplex! She makes the cover but can over get a two count. Cambridge pulls PPV to her feet and sends her into the far corner and follows up after her but she strikes with a quick kick that staggers Cambridge. Pepper Vain jumps up and uses a Frankensteiner to toss Cambridge into the turnbuckles, leaving her down in the corner. PPV makes her way over and starts to mudhole stomp Cambridge until she is slumped against the turnbuckles. She pulls Carmen to her feet, hooking her arms and dropping her with the Killing Stroke (Straight-Jacket Suplex)! She makes the cover but Carmen just gets his shoulder up before the three. PPV looks frustrated as she questions the referee's count. Before getting to her feet and dragging Carmen up with her. She hooks her and drives her down with a reverse DDT. But she doesn’t make the cover, instead she climbs up to the top rope and gives out a ungodly, high-pitched, otherworldly shriek. She then goes for her Collapsing Star but Cambridge is just able to roll out of the way! Carmen takes her down with a superkick followed by a snap DDT. She then climbs up the top rope and leaps off, nailing The Finale (450 Splash). She pins and gets the three count, becoming the number one contender! WINNER Carmen Cambridge METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:52 FINISHING MOVE The Finale |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom, more specifically one of the hallways where the bulk of the production crates are being stored. Sitting on a few of the crates, looking somewhat comfortable with his feet propped up. He is already in his ring gear and has on a Kory Kramp: Human Fly shirt over top with the sleeves cut off. He seems a bit annoyed when the camera is on him as he sits up from his lounged position. He plops his chin into his hand and smiles at the camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know, I guess it's about time that I spoke a bit about things here in Liberty Pro. The last time I was in the ring? It didn't go exactly my way with Carmen getting a drop or two of blood from my nose. But let's be honest with it all. I tossed her around like a rag doll every show leading up to that match and if she's happy with getting a drop of blood in revenge for all the things that I did to her? Well, then she can just be happy to settle for that. Personally, I'm more of those going above and beyond times but if she's just happy to get a tiny percent back and move on, who am I to judge her? She got her little time in my limelight and you know what Carmen? Youŕe welcome.
A smirk comes to his face now as he slightly tilts his head.
Tyson Gregory: But let's move on from that shall we? Bigger fish to fry as they like to say with me going one on one for the first time with the Liberty Pro Champion, Helena Noir. Now, I get that this is not a match for your championship, which is very good for you in this instance. While you have been defending against the likes of Honey, Warren Corbett, Scotty Lattimer, Xavier Laroux and Pepper, you haven't really had a challenger like me, have you? I'm not taking anything away from them but I'm also going to be brutally honest when I say that I am just a bit better than all of them. You can argue that and I'm sure you will because, saying they are the best Liberty has to offer only makes your reign seem more impressive. But this is going to take all parts of your skill set to keep up Noir. You might be some submission technician, knowing the ins and outs of holds but that's if you can keep me down and locked in long enough to get them on. I might be a decent sized guy, but I'm a lot quicker than I seem. And I am looking forward to testing just how much pain you can actually hold out with. Consider it a bit of a sick curiosity on my part. Just like seeing how you are mentally. I get that you're supposed to be all business but I think it's fair to say this shit with GEW is fixed in your head a bit more than you'd want it to be. It would be a shame if someone was an opportunist and somehow used that to get an upperhand in this match. Oh, I'm not talking about me… But I totally am.
He now slides down the crates until he is standing on the ground, eyes still fixed on the camera, but still giving off an eerie calm.
Tyson Gregory: It's just like I said on Twitter, I'm out to right my path here in Liberty Pro. And it's the Liberty Pro Champion that is standing in my way. She's not a stepping stone or the start of my path here. I get that maybe Noir needed that mental note in her head, a kind of bulletin board material to get hyped for the match thing. But I know that Noir is the champion here for a reason, I know that she's not some push over that I am just going to breeze through. That's why she's the roadblock for me. That same damn roadblock that I fully intend on hitting with everything I got and showing the wrestling world that when it comes to Tyson Gregory? He's the top dog in Liberty Pro.
His brow arches up as he lets out a small chuckle, letting it echo out as he walks off, leaving the scene to fade to black.
We cut to backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom, more specifically one of the hallways where the bulk of the production crates are being stored. Sitting on a few of the crates, looking somewhat comfortable with his feet propped up. He is already in his ring gear and has on a Kory Kramp: Human Fly shirt over top with the sleeves cut off. He seems a bit annoyed when the camera is on him as he sits up from his lounged position. He plops his chin into his hand and smiles at the camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know, I guess it's about time that I spoke a bit about things here in Liberty Pro. The last time I was in the ring? It didn't go exactly my way with Carmen getting a drop or two of blood from my nose. But let's be honest with it all. I tossed her around like a rag doll every show leading up to that match and if she's happy with getting a drop of blood in revenge for all the things that I did to her? Well, then she can just be happy to settle for that. Personally, I'm more of those going above and beyond times but if she's just happy to get a tiny percent back and move on, who am I to judge her? She got her little time in my limelight and you know what Carmen? Youŕe welcome.
A smirk comes to his face now as he slightly tilts his head.
Tyson Gregory: But let's move on from that shall we? Bigger fish to fry as they like to say with me going one on one for the first time with the Liberty Pro Champion, Helena Noir. Now, I get that this is not a match for your championship, which is very good for you in this instance. While you have been defending against the likes of Honey, Warren Corbett, Scotty Lattimer, Xavier Laroux and Pepper, you haven't really had a challenger like me, have you? I'm not taking anything away from them but I'm also going to be brutally honest when I say that I am just a bit better than all of them. You can argue that and I'm sure you will because, saying they are the best Liberty has to offer only makes your reign seem more impressive. But this is going to take all parts of your skill set to keep up Noir. You might be some submission technician, knowing the ins and outs of holds but that's if you can keep me down and locked in long enough to get them on. I might be a decent sized guy, but I'm a lot quicker than I seem. And I am looking forward to testing just how much pain you can actually hold out with. Consider it a bit of a sick curiosity on my part. Just like seeing how you are mentally. I get that you're supposed to be all business but I think it's fair to say this shit with GEW is fixed in your head a bit more than you'd want it to be. It would be a shame if someone was an opportunist and somehow used that to get an upperhand in this match. Oh, I'm not talking about me… But I totally am.
He now slides down the crates until he is standing on the ground, eyes still fixed on the camera, but still giving off an eerie calm.
Tyson Gregory: It's just like I said on Twitter, I'm out to right my path here in Liberty Pro. And it's the Liberty Pro Champion that is standing in my way. She's not a stepping stone or the start of my path here. I get that maybe Noir needed that mental note in her head, a kind of bulletin board material to get hyped for the match thing. But I know that Noir is the champion here for a reason, I know that she's not some push over that I am just going to breeze through. That's why she's the roadblock for me. That same damn roadblock that I fully intend on hitting with everything I got and showing the wrestling world that when it comes to Tyson Gregory? He's the top dog in Liberty Pro.
His brow arches up as he lets out a small chuckle, letting it echo out as he walks off, leaving the scene to fade to black.
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross is seen in the parking lot but he’s soon cut off by Melanie.
Melanie: I know what you did, Kendrick. You signed a deal with the devil. I know you signed with GEW and that’s why several GEW competitors took us out earlier.
Kendrick tried to play innocent.
Kendrick Kross: Whatever! I don’t know what you’re talking about!
Suddenly Junior Hardy came into the picture and he knocked out Melanie. He and Kendrick then nodded at each other.
Kendrick Kross: Thanks man… I appreciate it.
Junior Hardy: Hey, that’s what friends are for.
Before Kendrick knows it, Junior Hardy takes him out with Hardy Drop (Inverted DDT). He then pins Kendrick as a referee shows up confused, not sure what to do as Junior is part of GEW.
Junior Hardy: Come on! Make the damn count!
The referee drops and counts to three and Junior is given the Anarchy Championship. He slings it over his shoulder and points at the camera.
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: JUNIOR HARDY
Junior Hardy: GEW might be on break for a few weeks, but it doesn’t mean the roster is. I’ll be seeing you around, Liberty!
Junior quickly gets in a car that is driven by someone most likely from GEW and they take off with the Anarchy Championship.
Kendrick Kross is seen in the parking lot but he’s soon cut off by Melanie.
Melanie: I know what you did, Kendrick. You signed a deal with the devil. I know you signed with GEW and that’s why several GEW competitors took us out earlier.
Kendrick tried to play innocent.
Kendrick Kross: Whatever! I don’t know what you’re talking about!
Suddenly Junior Hardy came into the picture and he knocked out Melanie. He and Kendrick then nodded at each other.
Kendrick Kross: Thanks man… I appreciate it.
Junior Hardy: Hey, that’s what friends are for.
Before Kendrick knows it, Junior Hardy takes him out with Hardy Drop (Inverted DDT). He then pins Kendrick as a referee shows up confused, not sure what to do as Junior is part of GEW.
Junior Hardy: Come on! Make the damn count!
The referee drops and counts to three and Junior is given the Anarchy Championship. He slings it over his shoulder and points at the camera.
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: JUNIOR HARDY
Junior Hardy: GEW might be on break for a few weeks, but it doesn’t mean the roster is. I’ll be seeing you around, Liberty!
Junior quickly gets in a car that is driven by someone most likely from GEW and they take off with the Anarchy Championship.
MAIN EVENT: NON-TITLE
Helena Noir vs Tyson Gregory
Helena Noir vs Tyson Gregory
| RECAP These two start off the match circling the ring, as they get closer, there's a slapping of hands as some form of mutual respect, but not much else. They keep circling until they lock up in the center of the ring, Helena tries to out wrestle Tyson, but the strength of Gregory proves to be a bit too much for Noir as he pushes her back into the corner. Despite that, he still can't do anything and the referee forces a break; Tyson steps back, but not before giving Helena a couple of passive aggressive taps to the side of the face which irritate her. An arrogant grin forms on Tyson's face as he backs up, but it's not there for long as Helena charges out of the corner and throws her forearm right at Gregory's face. She keeps drilling him with forearms until she gets him into the ropes and throws him across the ring, however, Tyson recovers on the rebound and decks Helena with a shoulder check. Noir rolls out of the ring and rolls her neck, trying to collect herself, but Gregory is right on the hunt as he comes flying out with a suicide dive through the ropes! Gregory pops back up to his feet, lifting Noir up, and throwing her into the ring. He takes a moment to taunt a couple of the fans in the first row and that's a mistake as he turns back just in time for a baseball slide from Noir. As Gregory stumbles back, Noir hits the ropes, and flies out with a suicide dive of her own! Back on her feet, Helena drags Tyson back up to his feet before rolling him into the ring, and she attempts a pin, but barely gets a two from it. As Gregory starts to recover, Noir steps by him to lift her leg up, and drops it down right onto the back of Tyson's head with a switchblade kick. Helena looks to slow the pacing of the match down a bit as she rolls Tyson over and starts to lock in a dragon sleeper. She gets it hooked in for just a moment, but Gregory manages to crawl his way over to the rope to force a break. Noir goes over and tries to lift Gregory up, but she only gets a European uppercut for her efforts. Backing Helena into the corner, Tyson peppers her with a couple of high kicks to the chest before taking her out with a vertical suplex. Looking to take it at high risk, Tyson pops up to the turnbuckle and steadies himself as he leaps off toward Helena with a diving double foot stomp, but Noir rolls out of the way! Gregory lands and rolls just to turn right around into Fondu Au Noir (Cradle DDT into Guillotine Choke). The only problem is, Helena can’t fully lock in the submission. A few moments pass when Helena finally gives up. With that in mind, Helena gets up and is looking for the home run as she stalks Tyson from the corner, waiting for him to get up, and as he does, she runs for Dalecarlian Horse, a move she rarely uses but is special to her! But Gregory gets out of the way and turns Noir inside out with a high-impact clothesline. Tyson shakes things over and starts to stalk over Helena. He then grabs her and nails The End Of Your Sorrow (Lifting single underhook DDT) and pins her. He gets the three count! Tyson Gregory has beaten the Liberty Champion!!!! The bell rings and Tyson grabs the Liberty Championship and stares at it for a moment until Helena recovers and stares daggers at him. Gregory smirks before giving a playful bow to Helena and handing her the championship and then letting her know that he’s coming for it and to worry about him, not Carmen Cambridge. Helena simply shrugs off what he says as the feed cuts off the air and the show ends. WINNER Tyson Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:21 FINISHING MOVE The End of Your Sorrow |