Post by Jade Night on Nov 5, 2020 8:37:42 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents…
Liberation: Episode Fifty-Three
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom in Brooklyn, NY
On Wednesday, November 4th, 2020.
PRE-SHOW MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Kasey Kash vs Mighty Sparrow
Kasey Kash vs Mighty Sparrow
| RECAP The match between Kasey and Mighty Sparrow was close and quite the way to start off the show. The two showed off their athleticism with a plethora of high flying moves and counters. They constantly went back and forth until Kasey hit Mighty Sparrow with Aussie Knee Party. Kasey couldn’t get the three count though, as Sparrow got his foot up on the ropes. Kasey couldn’t believe it. He tried going for a second Aussie Knee Party but Mighty Sparrow hit Kasey with Obama Roll (Surprise victory roll pin. Often completed by yelling “Thanks Obama!” Shoutout to Nariko Inazuma.). Sparrow got the three count and the win before yelling out, “THANKS OBAMA!” Kasey gave Mighty Sparrow a nod of respect before leaving him to celebrate. WINNER Mighty Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:12 FINISHING MOVE Obama Roll |
BACKSTAGE
Mighty Sparrow pops in from backstage, wearing a ‘Do Them Dirty In Front Of They Squad’ and his ring gear, having already had his match with Kasey Kash. He leans back, arms crossed over his chest as he nods his head to the camera. He looks to be in good spirits, though you could argue that he was likely to be in good spirits regardless of the result as the first pre-show match to go on. He grinds a heel into the ground and holds his shirt up by the neck.
Sparrow: See what y’all did see in that very first match, that pre-show match? Brethren. Family. That was a spectacle. You see sayin’, you know wha I sayin’? A spectacle. Now I know ya familiar with Kasey Kash, you already seen what man could do before, but me? You gonna have to get used to me just a bit. Everyone...Everyone wants something. Brianna wants that Gotham championship. Cait Flanagan and she man probably wants Bianca Page suspended. Scotty Latimer wants anger management...Or the Liberty championship, I cyah really tell you. What do I want though? I want somethin’ I never had as of yet in a company.
He cleared his throat in his fist.
Sparrow: Notoriety. See its easy to make joke, easy to say ‘I kick better than all your favorites, I do this and that better than you, you, him and you other mans’. I wanna prove that though. I need to prove that. So Liberty Pro will be the place to do that. Now you must understand, considering the championships waving about, I could point my focus on one or the other bbbuuuuutttttt I am of the mind that I need the work to speak for me and that match with Kash earlier? Well that’s just the start of the resume you see. The start of many...Bless up.
Sparrow walks off camera...Then he walks back into the shot, fingers running through his blonde dreads.
Sparrow: ...You know the problem wit this is I could only say dem same things over and over again y’know. Vivi used to tell me not to sound redundant. It ent exactly rocket science, so they say. Go here, kick someone here, fight him or her over there, lay out all of we over there. It’s simple stuff. Simple. Easy...I just need to actually do it. Repeatedly.
Cameraman: Is...Is this going somewhere?
Sparrow: No, not really. Where’s my keys?
The Trinidadian wrestler exits the shot again to the tune of confused noises coming from the cameraman.
Mighty Sparrow pops in from backstage, wearing a ‘Do Them Dirty In Front Of They Squad’ and his ring gear, having already had his match with Kasey Kash. He leans back, arms crossed over his chest as he nods his head to the camera. He looks to be in good spirits, though you could argue that he was likely to be in good spirits regardless of the result as the first pre-show match to go on. He grinds a heel into the ground and holds his shirt up by the neck.
Sparrow: See what y’all did see in that very first match, that pre-show match? Brethren. Family. That was a spectacle. You see sayin’, you know wha I sayin’? A spectacle. Now I know ya familiar with Kasey Kash, you already seen what man could do before, but me? You gonna have to get used to me just a bit. Everyone...Everyone wants something. Brianna wants that Gotham championship. Cait Flanagan and she man probably wants Bianca Page suspended. Scotty Latimer wants anger management...Or the Liberty championship, I cyah really tell you. What do I want though? I want somethin’ I never had as of yet in a company.
He cleared his throat in his fist.
Sparrow: Notoriety. See its easy to make joke, easy to say ‘I kick better than all your favorites, I do this and that better than you, you, him and you other mans’. I wanna prove that though. I need to prove that. So Liberty Pro will be the place to do that. Now you must understand, considering the championships waving about, I could point my focus on one or the other bbbuuuuutttttt I am of the mind that I need the work to speak for me and that match with Kash earlier? Well that’s just the start of the resume you see. The start of many...Bless up.
Sparrow walks off camera...Then he walks back into the shot, fingers running through his blonde dreads.
Sparrow: ...You know the problem wit this is I could only say dem same things over and over again y’know. Vivi used to tell me not to sound redundant. It ent exactly rocket science, so they say. Go here, kick someone here, fight him or her over there, lay out all of we over there. It’s simple stuff. Simple. Easy...I just need to actually do it. Repeatedly.
Cameraman: Is...Is this going somewhere?
Sparrow: No, not really. Where’s my keys?
The Trinidadian wrestler exits the shot again to the tune of confused noises coming from the cameraman.
PRE-SHOW MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Donovan Rich vs Brady Vega
Donovan Rich vs Brady Vega
| RECAP Donovan had Brady on the ropes for the majority of this one, showing off his power. But eventually, the big man tired out and Brady was able to use his athleticism, speed and stamina to take over the match. Before Rich knew it, Vega took him out with a Malicious Intent (Phoenix Splash). Vega picked up the win and the momentum. WINNER Brady Vega METHOD PInfall MATCH LENGTH 5:56 FINISHING MOVE Malicious Intent |
BACKSTAGE
JD: You know… I think people need to be reminded of what we’re capable of.
Chase looked over at his tag partner and nodded.
Chase Hunter: I think you’re right. Because there are people out there, like Coral and Nami, who think that we aren’t something to be afraid of. They think that we’re just two big guys with no skill but they don’t do any due diligence. Like the fact that I was the only person to beat Angelica Layne during her legendary run in Inferno Wrestling.
JD: Or the fact that I’m a multiple time world champion.
The two scoff.
JD: Then let’s not forget that you and I are best friends, that we came up together since we were basically kids.
Chase Hunter: Exactly. We can keep listing shit out all day but you know what’s better than that?
JD: Actions. Actions are better than that.
Chase Hunter: Exactly. Let’s go raise some hell.
JD: Pride style.
Chase Hunter :Fuck yeah.
They fist pump and walk off and the scene cuts away.
JD: You know… I think people need to be reminded of what we’re capable of.
Chase looked over at his tag partner and nodded.
Chase Hunter: I think you’re right. Because there are people out there, like Coral and Nami, who think that we aren’t something to be afraid of. They think that we’re just two big guys with no skill but they don’t do any due diligence. Like the fact that I was the only person to beat Angelica Layne during her legendary run in Inferno Wrestling.
JD: Or the fact that I’m a multiple time world champion.
The two scoff.
JD: Then let’s not forget that you and I are best friends, that we came up together since we were basically kids.
Chase Hunter: Exactly. We can keep listing shit out all day but you know what’s better than that?
JD: Actions. Actions are better than that.
Chase Hunter: Exactly. Let’s go raise some hell.
JD: Pride style.
Chase Hunter :Fuck yeah.
They fist pump and walk off and the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Nami: We give and we give, Coral. It’s to no surprise that people think that us being generous and calling for some competition was a cue for Jacob Daniels and uh…
Nami looks with a fast side-eye to Coral who helpfully supplies an answer as the cameras pan back to take in the current Liberty Pro Tag Champions, Girls of Summer, dressed in their royal purple and cream matching ring gear ahead of their upcoming match against The Pride tonight.
Coral: Chase Hunter.
Nami: Oh thanks, you’re the best Coral. I couldn’t do this without you.
The pair deadpan towards the camera and Coral laughs while Nami stares right into the lens before her face takes on the expression of someone that stepped on a dead animal buried in the sand.
Nami: Seriously, the most insulting thing that The Pride did in their tired and played attack on us? Was the fact that they think that they made a lasting statement while having Five Finger Death Punch as their soundtrack to life.
The pair nod in sync and then Coral sighs and shakes her head.
Coral: Saying that there’s nothing new. Well, have you even tried or would you just wanna be that lazy?
Coral hooks her thumbs on the edge of her shiny Liberty Pro Tag Team Championship belt, and then stomps her foot emphatically.
Coral: You two want these, and we get it. If we didn’t have them, well we’d want them too. Just understand that we don’t run. We stick by Liberty just like we always have, no matter what teams roll in and think they can shove us down and step on us. We are the greatest tag team in Liberty history for a reason, and let me tell you Jacob, it’s not because you and your partner weren’t here.
She points and shakes her finger as Nami continues without missing a beat.
Nami: It’s because we endure, we outlast, we kick ass. It’s Endless Summer for real boys, and you’ve got something to prove. Not whether or not you can beat us, because anyone can win a match. What you and…
Coral: Chase.
Nami: Chase have to prove, is whether or not you can hack it. Whether or not you can do more than make a quick and cheap impact on arrival like some stray asteroids. We’re not dinosaurs boys, and you’re not going to make us go extinct.
The pair high five then and link hands, skipping out of the area towards ringside.
Nami: We give and we give, Coral. It’s to no surprise that people think that us being generous and calling for some competition was a cue for Jacob Daniels and uh…
Nami looks with a fast side-eye to Coral who helpfully supplies an answer as the cameras pan back to take in the current Liberty Pro Tag Champions, Girls of Summer, dressed in their royal purple and cream matching ring gear ahead of their upcoming match against The Pride tonight.
Coral: Chase Hunter.
Nami: Oh thanks, you’re the best Coral. I couldn’t do this without you.
The pair deadpan towards the camera and Coral laughs while Nami stares right into the lens before her face takes on the expression of someone that stepped on a dead animal buried in the sand.
Nami: Seriously, the most insulting thing that The Pride did in their tired and played attack on us? Was the fact that they think that they made a lasting statement while having Five Finger Death Punch as their soundtrack to life.
The pair nod in sync and then Coral sighs and shakes her head.
Coral: Saying that there’s nothing new. Well, have you even tried or would you just wanna be that lazy?
Coral hooks her thumbs on the edge of her shiny Liberty Pro Tag Team Championship belt, and then stomps her foot emphatically.
Coral: You two want these, and we get it. If we didn’t have them, well we’d want them too. Just understand that we don’t run. We stick by Liberty just like we always have, no matter what teams roll in and think they can shove us down and step on us. We are the greatest tag team in Liberty history for a reason, and let me tell you Jacob, it’s not because you and your partner weren’t here.
She points and shakes her finger as Nami continues without missing a beat.
Nami: It’s because we endure, we outlast, we kick ass. It’s Endless Summer for real boys, and you’ve got something to prove. Not whether or not you can beat us, because anyone can win a match. What you and…
Coral: Chase.
Nami: Chase have to prove, is whether or not you can hack it. Whether or not you can do more than make a quick and cheap impact on arrival like some stray asteroids. We’re not dinosaurs boys, and you’re not going to make us go extinct.
The pair high five then and link hands, skipping out of the area towards ringside.
PRE-SHOW MATCH THREE: TAG
The Pride vs Girls of Summer
The Pride vs Girls of Summer
| RECAP This match was a battle of speed versus strength. The Girls of Summer continually showed why they have always been the premiere team in Liberty. While they kept The Pride on the ropes for a bit, things soon turned ugly on the outside. Chase speared Nami through the barrier on the outside while JD powerbombed Coral through the table. The two giants then walked off, leaving the carnage all over the place on the outside with the match being declared a no contest. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH 6:21 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
[Alex Reeves sits in her locker room, stretching ready for her match. Sat on the floor and pulling to reach her toes with ease, she slinks up to a sitting position to address the lens.]
Alex: Tonight, I’m going to show everyone watching why the pre-show is now officially the main event. It doesn’t matter where I fight or who I fight, I bring the eyes and the attention. It’s simple really, Jade looks to me as a leader; she knows that tough times are coming and she needs someone capable and driven to lead her team out of the storm. All these so-called superstars on the roster and she turns to ME, do you know why that is?
[Alex pauses for a moment as though she’s actually allowing the viewers time to think on her question, but really? She’s letting those words sink in.]
Alex: Because all of the “main stays” around here are ego ego ego. Look at the likes of Tyson, Carmen, Xavier… all they care about is themselves. They sit in front of a camera and they waffle on and on about their career, their ability, their ego, their looks… honestly it won’t be long until they’re talking about their bathroom schedules. And then when it gets to it, what happens? They fail. They flounder. They put on boring matches and vomit the same rhetoric all over that they use for seven other companies they’re in.
[Alex slowly gets to her feet, stretching out her limbs and smiling.]
Alex: Brien? You should THANK me. Because of me, you’re actually going to have people pay attention. Because of me, this match will be entertaining. This match will matter to people… even a flake like you, someone who’s absent more than hes present and mentally ill-equipped to even hold an interview, can become an interesting opponent when across the ring from me.
[Alex inches closer to the camera and smiles.]
Alex: It’s time that people get back to their roots, time they care about the Wrestling again. Once upon a time we were athletes, we worked hard and we were rewarded. Now people like Tyson? Helena? PPV? They think that a copy paste speech and some outdated badly landed jokes or a mediocre clothing line and some simps to like and retweet, is what matters. I’m here to remind everyone that what really matters? Is talent, hard work and sheer determination.
[With that, Alex pushes the camera away from her and goes back to warming up.]
[Alex Reeves sits in her locker room, stretching ready for her match. Sat on the floor and pulling to reach her toes with ease, she slinks up to a sitting position to address the lens.]
Alex: Tonight, I’m going to show everyone watching why the pre-show is now officially the main event. It doesn’t matter where I fight or who I fight, I bring the eyes and the attention. It’s simple really, Jade looks to me as a leader; she knows that tough times are coming and she needs someone capable and driven to lead her team out of the storm. All these so-called superstars on the roster and she turns to ME, do you know why that is?
[Alex pauses for a moment as though she’s actually allowing the viewers time to think on her question, but really? She’s letting those words sink in.]
Alex: Because all of the “main stays” around here are ego ego ego. Look at the likes of Tyson, Carmen, Xavier… all they care about is themselves. They sit in front of a camera and they waffle on and on about their career, their ability, their ego, their looks… honestly it won’t be long until they’re talking about their bathroom schedules. And then when it gets to it, what happens? They fail. They flounder. They put on boring matches and vomit the same rhetoric all over that they use for seven other companies they’re in.
[Alex slowly gets to her feet, stretching out her limbs and smiling.]
Alex: Brien? You should THANK me. Because of me, you’re actually going to have people pay attention. Because of me, this match will be entertaining. This match will matter to people… even a flake like you, someone who’s absent more than hes present and mentally ill-equipped to even hold an interview, can become an interesting opponent when across the ring from me.
[Alex inches closer to the camera and smiles.]
Alex: It’s time that people get back to their roots, time they care about the Wrestling again. Once upon a time we were athletes, we worked hard and we were rewarded. Now people like Tyson? Helena? PPV? They think that a copy paste speech and some outdated badly landed jokes or a mediocre clothing line and some simps to like and retweet, is what matters. I’m here to remind everyone that what really matters? Is talent, hard work and sheer determination.
[With that, Alex pushes the camera away from her and goes back to warming up.]
PRE-SHOW MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Alex Reeves vs Brien Storm
Alex Reeves vs Brien Storm
| RECAP The final match of the pre-show got quite hectic as the back and forth battle turned ugly when Brien Storm accidentally knocked out the referee. Alex Reeves wasted little time grabbing a chair and straight up clobbering Storm with it. As soon as the referee stirred, she hid the evidence and pinned Storm, picking up the three count. WINNER Alex Reeves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:49 FINISHING MOVE Chairshot |
MATCH ONE: Freddie Hjalmar Open Challenge
Freddie Hjalmar vs ?
Freddie Hjalmar vs ?
| RECAP For the second week in a row we’re greeted to the sight of Freddie Hjalmar stood in the ring with a microphone, flanked by his Royal Guard. Twirling the mic graciously in his hand he finally raises it, awaiting complete silence before he speaks. Freddie Hjalmar: About time. After my first successful open challenge against an...interesting...opponent, I’ve listened to the people. You wanted someone tougher, someone who looks like he’s entered a gym at least once in the past fifteen years...that’s fair. I think I’ve chosen an exciting talent who is going to make waves in this industry. Hammond! You big oaf, fetch me the parchment. Hammond complies, handing over a piece of paper to Freddie who stares at it for a moment, nodding. Freddie Hjalmar: Ladies and gentlemen I give to you, my opponent, from right here in New York City, Mikey ‘Loose Lips’ Lippelli! Out from the back comes, possibly, the most Italian-American there ever was. Almost a complete caricature, with slicked back jet black hair and ring gear in the colours of the Italian flag, Mikey Lippelli makes his way down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and making sure to pump up the crowd. The referee orders the Royal Guard out of the ring then calls for the bell to begin the match. Lippelli comes out fast, looking to bumrush Hjalmar who simply sidesteps Mikey, throwing a quick roundhouse kick that whips the NYC native’s head back, sending him crashing into the referee! Freddie quickly retreats into the corner, where Porter of the Royal Guard loads something in his kneepad, and by the time Mikey Lippelli rises, The Promised sprints forward and connects with his devastating Bicycle Knee Strike, The Thorn! The local talent is knocked out cold, and after shaking the referee awake with a boot Freddie steps on Mikey’s chest, letting the referee count for the win. Freddie laughs as the Royal Guard re-enter the ring, handing him back his microphone as he is announced the winner of the ‘contest’. Freddie Hjalmar: Loose Lips? I think he has some loose teeth. This kid may have a bright future in this industry, but he’s no match for the Grand Prince of Wrestling. My technique, my power, my unique brand of striking - I am simply too good for this roster - so good in fact that I would rather host these open challenges than be seen quarrelling with the common rabble! I am a charitable man, don’t forget that. See you next week. Much like he did last week, Freddie lays a single rose on his opponent’s chest, dropping the microphone and vacating the ring alongside his guard. WINNER Freddie Hjalmar METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH Not even a minute FINISHING MOVE The Thorn |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens just outside of the Hammerstein Ballroom where a Liberty Pro camera crew with interviewer Dante Chapel, rushes up to Tyson Gregory as he is walking toward the arena. Tyson is in pressed dark jeans and a shirt that reads ¨I Pinned Helena Noir & All I Got Was This T-Shirt¨. A smirk already fixed on his face as he sees the crew come up, he raises his sunglasses to the top of his head and adjusts his travel bag on his shoulder.
Dante Chapel: Tyson, last Liberation the show ended with you standing over Honey, Carmen Cambridge and the Liberty Pro Champion Helena Noir after you viciously beat all of them with a steel chair. Just leaving the wrestling world asking why?
Tyson listens to the question and just lets out a chuckle.
Tyson Gregory: Why? That's the big question there isnt it? I mean, I guess because I wanted to? Because I felt like it? I'm not really the most think it out kind of guy lately am I? I suppose where most people see the chance to break up that submission Noir had on Carmen and save the match, I saw it as an opportunity to make a statement in the main event for another show in a row.
Dante Chapel: What was the statement that you wanted to make taking out all three with a steel chair?
Gregory chuckles again and shakes his head.
Tyson Gregory: Episode Fifty-Two, I pinned the Liberty Pro Champion clean. I took her best shot and I still ended up the one winning that match. I get that I'm not the official number one contender and I get that I'm not the one facing her tonight for the Liberty Pro Championship. But I'm also done waiting my turn and biding my time. I did that whole song and dance with Carmen for the first go around here in Liberty and other than punishing her ass and making her look inferior, it was a waste of my time. Instead we have people repping GEW coming here and getting chances at the top prize in this company, we have cry babies on Twitter demanding their shot when they can't hang with me in the ring. So I went out there and I took out the number one contender, the top champion and Honey just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, just because I could… Because Im Tyson fucking Gregory.
Tyson gives one more smirk to Dante and the camera crew before pulling down his sunglasses and walking into the arena.
The scene opens just outside of the Hammerstein Ballroom where a Liberty Pro camera crew with interviewer Dante Chapel, rushes up to Tyson Gregory as he is walking toward the arena. Tyson is in pressed dark jeans and a shirt that reads ¨I Pinned Helena Noir & All I Got Was This T-Shirt¨. A smirk already fixed on his face as he sees the crew come up, he raises his sunglasses to the top of his head and adjusts his travel bag on his shoulder.
Dante Chapel: Tyson, last Liberation the show ended with you standing over Honey, Carmen Cambridge and the Liberty Pro Champion Helena Noir after you viciously beat all of them with a steel chair. Just leaving the wrestling world asking why?
Tyson listens to the question and just lets out a chuckle.
Tyson Gregory: Why? That's the big question there isnt it? I mean, I guess because I wanted to? Because I felt like it? I'm not really the most think it out kind of guy lately am I? I suppose where most people see the chance to break up that submission Noir had on Carmen and save the match, I saw it as an opportunity to make a statement in the main event for another show in a row.
Dante Chapel: What was the statement that you wanted to make taking out all three with a steel chair?
Gregory chuckles again and shakes his head.
Tyson Gregory: Episode Fifty-Two, I pinned the Liberty Pro Champion clean. I took her best shot and I still ended up the one winning that match. I get that I'm not the official number one contender and I get that I'm not the one facing her tonight for the Liberty Pro Championship. But I'm also done waiting my turn and biding my time. I did that whole song and dance with Carmen for the first go around here in Liberty and other than punishing her ass and making her look inferior, it was a waste of my time. Instead we have people repping GEW coming here and getting chances at the top prize in this company, we have cry babies on Twitter demanding their shot when they can't hang with me in the ring. So I went out there and I took out the number one contender, the top champion and Honey just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, just because I could… Because Im Tyson fucking Gregory.
Tyson gives one more smirk to Dante and the camera crew before pulling down his sunglasses and walking into the arena.
MATCH TWO: HANDICAP
Oliver Thurston-Knott & Rory vs Micaela
Oliver Thurston-Knott & Rory vs Micaela
| RECAP Once again, Micaela is waiting in the ring for Oliver Thurston-Knott, this time with Rory in a handicap match. She looks unimpressed with the prospect of this match, leaning against the ropes and checking her nails. The lights cut, fans know what this means. “Is she really going out with him?” Pounding drums and the guitar riff of The Damned’s “New Rose” is joined by the booing of a disgruntled arena, growing tired of OTK’s continued refusal to compete. The man himself steps out onto the stage, a microphone in hand. He is followed by Rory Overstreet who has a handheld camera aimed at the side profile of the ROTTEN leader. Clara, Ivy and Evie are next, the trio flanking OTK as they walk down the entrance ramp. They climb up into the ring and stand in this formation across from Micaela as they did in the previous episode of Liberty. The music fades out and OTK steps forward, raising the microphone to his pursed lips. OTK: Good evening, Micaela. Last week, you took a big step - back to the locker room. You realised that you don’t have to perform on command. You don’t have to fight who Jade tells you to fight. There is always a choice… but cause and effect, now you face the consequences. He lowers the microphone with a heavy sigh. There is a buzz across the crowd, a feeling that Oliver could actually wrestle for the first time. Rory zooms in on Micaela’s stoic expression and OTK lets this tension linger for a few moments before raising his mic again. OTK: We could exploit our numerical advantage and chalk up a victory here tonight. We could stain the canvas with your blood - a symbol of red terror. That would be quite the statement. He pauses, looking to Rory and then back at Micaela. OTK: But that would also be playing into Jade’s hands. She wants to use us to punish you and we don’t like being used. Besides, why would I win a match when I could win a mind? The ROTTEN leader extends the mic to his comrades and Clara steps forward. Clara: Jade doesn’t care about you, she cares about profit margins. When we look at you, we see an empowered woman, a critical thinker, a true comrade. Jade looks at you and imagines milking every dollar from some sweatshop merchandise with your face on it. She nods for emphasis, shrugging her shoulders. Clara: Do the right thing, girl. Come join the revolution. Rory can be heard shouting encouragement in the background, which is followed by similar calls from Ivy and Evie. Micaela takes the mic from Clara, eyes flickering between ROTTEN. Micaela: You already know what my answer is. She raises one fist into the air and Ivy and Evie start cheering. Clara welcomes Micaela to the group with a big hug as a grin spreads across Oliver’s face. “New Rose” hits once again but the song is somewhat masked by furious boos from a crowd yet again left disappointed by OTK. We fade to black as the group makes their exit back up the ramp with their latest recruit. WINNER No Contest |
BACKSTAGE
Over the past few weeks, Nathalie Genevieve hasn't been having the best of outcomes in her matches. She was already having a touch of seasonal feelings off and the constant losses were nothing but a hindrance. She stands along the wall in the backstage area of the arena, dressed and ready to go for her match with a look of concern upon her face. Her head was down, eyes fixated upon the floor as a myriad of thoughts ran through. A few people have tried to approach her but quickly left when they realized that they weren't going to get a response out of her. Eventually, someone became concerned... and this someone was none other than the man that Nathalie loved more than anything... Lucas Traeger. He notices how aloof her current state was and when he approached her, he wrapped his large muscular arms around her slender shoulders and pulled her in tight. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and it was almost instantaneous that she relaxed as tears started to stream down her cheeks.
Lucas Traeger: Babe, I know that you've been having a hard time as of late. But I don't want you to think that you're anything less than what you are. You've shown time and time again how much of a fighter you can be. Everyone goes through slumps in their careers... nobody is exempt.
Nathalie Genevieve: I... I...
Nathalie scrambled to find the words to say but anytime she came up with something, she got more and more choked up. Lucas could tell she was struggling and he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. He loved her that much.
Lucas Traeger: You know that I know that you have it in you. Don't give a shit about what people think about you, go out there and do you. Show them why you're THAT bitch and then some.
Nathalie Genevieve: But I...
Lucas Traeger: There will be no buts about it.
He gently strokes her hair, being careful not to disturb the work of the Liberty Pro hair and makeup team.
Lucas Traeger: Go out there... do your best... that's all anyone can expect of you. Who knows... this could be the day your streak gets snapped.
Nathalie looks up, directly into Lucas' eyes as hers look a bit red and glassed over with tears. A warm, comforting smile comes across his face before he leans down and presses his lips to hers, hugging her tightly as the scene slowly faded out.
Over the past few weeks, Nathalie Genevieve hasn't been having the best of outcomes in her matches. She was already having a touch of seasonal feelings off and the constant losses were nothing but a hindrance. She stands along the wall in the backstage area of the arena, dressed and ready to go for her match with a look of concern upon her face. Her head was down, eyes fixated upon the floor as a myriad of thoughts ran through. A few people have tried to approach her but quickly left when they realized that they weren't going to get a response out of her. Eventually, someone became concerned... and this someone was none other than the man that Nathalie loved more than anything... Lucas Traeger. He notices how aloof her current state was and when he approached her, he wrapped his large muscular arms around her slender shoulders and pulled her in tight. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and it was almost instantaneous that she relaxed as tears started to stream down her cheeks.
Lucas Traeger: Babe, I know that you've been having a hard time as of late. But I don't want you to think that you're anything less than what you are. You've shown time and time again how much of a fighter you can be. Everyone goes through slumps in their careers... nobody is exempt.
Nathalie Genevieve: I... I...
Nathalie scrambled to find the words to say but anytime she came up with something, she got more and more choked up. Lucas could tell she was struggling and he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. He loved her that much.
Lucas Traeger: You know that I know that you have it in you. Don't give a shit about what people think about you, go out there and do you. Show them why you're THAT bitch and then some.
Nathalie Genevieve: But I...
Lucas Traeger: There will be no buts about it.
He gently strokes her hair, being careful not to disturb the work of the Liberty Pro hair and makeup team.
Lucas Traeger: Go out there... do your best... that's all anyone can expect of you. Who knows... this could be the day your streak gets snapped.
Nathalie looks up, directly into Lucas' eyes as hers look a bit red and glassed over with tears. A warm, comforting smile comes across his face before he leans down and presses his lips to hers, hugging her tightly as the scene slowly faded out.
BACKSTAGE
Recent performances in New York and LA seem to have drawn attention to PPV’s career. According to those in the know, one man has taken an avid interest in PPV’s possible performance in her match tonight.
A fly is walking about near his right nostril, and he continually stretches out his lower lip and blows under his nose, which gives his face an extremely care-worn expression. He walks in a bespoke ultramarine suit with a young man at his side.
Dante Chapel appears to have all the motivation of a gargoyle after the sun has come up. When he was given the task of escorting a VIP backstage, he imagined something more glamorous.
VIP: Dante!!
Dante winces at the loud bark from a man walking right next to him. Pressing a finger to his aching ear, Dante looks at his loud, big bellied guest. His lip is thrust out, but it is no longer necessary to blow: the fly has settled on his ear.
Dante Chapel: Yes, Mr. Jakorva?
Mr. Jakorva: The show is still on, yes? Then where are the wrestlers?
Dante Chapel: As I’ve said Mr. Jakorva, you’re not allowed to actually meet the talent backstage. Ms Night said--
Mr. Jakorva: I have to explain!? Unbelievable… Ms. Night said I can wander these halls and speak to staff backstage! Am I telling lies?
Dante Chapel: No, sir. But she meant technical--
Mr. Jakorva: Then I shall wander! I am massive fan of the Big Apple. The city that never weeps!
Dante Chapel: Sleeps. The city that never sleeps.
Mr. Jakorva: That too!
And looking at Dante with fury, with exasperation, as though he would devour him, Mr. Jarkova spoke in a quiet, stifled voice.
Mr. Jakorva: But you people insult me by giving me the runabout! CRIMINALS! I will say it once and only once. I do not have even a second to waste! "Time is money" as they say!
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dante sighs. Mr. Jakorva hadn’t said it once. If Dante had to hear him say “Time is Money” one more time--
Before he can finish that thought, they round a corner. All at once his attention is captured by his savior.
Nonchalantly looking herself over in a handheld mirror is the LPW Anarchy champion.
Popularity has its price, and tonight Precious Pepper Vain runs the gauntlet in a surprise match, much to the crowd’s delight. One where she'll have to exhibit all her raw talent now Jenson Idol has been installed as a favourite to win it.
In the face of that, she is as calm as the morning breeze. Her intricate ring ensemble being a Danger and Play original, sure to win over fans and fashionistas alike, is functional and eye-grabbing.
Walking ahead of Dante and Chapel, she carelessly drags the LPW Anarchy belt behind her.
Dante calls out to her. Mr. Jakorva perks up at that and follows Dante's gaze to the Anarchy champion.
Curiously, she shows no surprise, at the call, nor seeing the interviewer. She stays still for a breath, then approaches.
PPV: You rang?
Dante Chapel: Yes, congratulations on claiming the Anarchy title. Big match for you this week--
Mr. Jakorva: You! Yes, yes, I know you.
Dante's gaze was icy, but Pepper finally turned her eyes to the stranger.
PPV: That's not unusual around here. Who's your friend, Dante?
Dante Chapel: This is--
Mr. Jakorva: I am Otto Jakorva II. I am a very wealthy man in the Slovakia! But I am not an ordinary rich man! I am an art dealer… a rich seller of beauty!
PPV smilee at that.
PPV: That so?
Mr. Jarkova: Indeed. And that is how I know you. I have seen you in the GQ magazine. I admire your wits as they call it. You are as beautiful as the work of an old master.
PPV; That's true, thank you. And what brings you here?
Dante Chapel: Hold on Pepper, I was hoping to do an interview.
Otto shoots Dante a hard look.
Mr. Jarkova: You! How dare you try to waste my time!
Dante Chapel: Just a moment, Mr. Jarkova.
Mr. Jakorva: What is it you want? I am finished talking to the likes of you.
Dante Chapel: I'm an interviewer for Liberty Pro. I'm trying to do my job.
Mr. Jakorva: Fool! I do not wish to speak with you.
Stifling a laugh, PPV raises her mirror and holds it at arm's length, getting a good look at the reflection.
PPV: Mr. Jarkova doesn't seem to like you, boo.
Mr. Jarkova: Becauae he is rude! And I hate that noisy little machine in his hand! Not a fragment of beauty! All it produces is ugly sounds!
PPV glances at the tape recorder in Dante's hand. Even she quirks an eyebrow.
PPV: Y'know phones do that these days, right?
Dante Chapel: Somerhing really dumb happened at the Halloween party. Let's just leave it at that.
A brief flicker of curiosity flashes across PPV's features, but she returns to her mirror.
PPV: Don't be too long.
Dante Chapel: This is your 2nd stint as Anarchy champion, but you've really started things on a different foot. What made you request for a gauntlet of all things so soon into your reign?
PPV: Because this gauntlet is not just empty posturing.
As if the accessory is the ultimate afterthought, Precious deliberately lifts her gold-plated title strap in the same manner that a sewage worker would present a dead rat that had been blocking a drainpipe.
PPV: I'm about to defend this. And whatever some might think of it right now, this makes me a champion. But you shouldn’t be satisfied with just being counted among your company’s champions. That is merely your starting point. The duty to stand at the very acme of Liberty... of the wrestling world. That's what it means to carry gold. So that's what I'll have to do. I'll be creating expectations. Winning a match like this… It generates desire. It builds belief. Crowds in New York need to see it all, from brilliance to arrogance, temper and flair. They have paid their money and they wish to be entertained. They'll soon know my division will fill that need. Brcause I will have a vice-like hold on it.
Dante Chapel: That's all well and good, but you have four hungry challengers licking their lips at winning their first LPW title. Nathalie Genevieve, Bianca Page and Cait Flanagan are all eager to get that big win. This would really elevate them. Then there's a mighty adversary in Jenson Idol, the former REBELLION World Champion.
Mr. Jarkova: Don't number the birds before they are born!
PPV and Dante both stare at Otto, but PPV chuckles at the misquote. Dante is just straight up annoyed.
PPV: I agree with him. Sorry, but what's about to happen is just me blowing off some steam. I'll beat all 4. One way or another. I've been going through something of a dry patch in Liberty, but I'm one of the most capable talents here. I'm a problem for anybody. And tonight y'all will see that. Even Jenson Idol. Anywho, it's about time I head out. Toodles.
Both Dante and Otto seem keen to continue the conversation but Precious is quick to leave them behind.
They give each other a dirty look and almost seperate before Dante realises he can't just leave Otto alone. Cursing under his breath, he looks for the swiftest path back to the entrance.
Recent performances in New York and LA seem to have drawn attention to PPV’s career. According to those in the know, one man has taken an avid interest in PPV’s possible performance in her match tonight.
A fly is walking about near his right nostril, and he continually stretches out his lower lip and blows under his nose, which gives his face an extremely care-worn expression. He walks in a bespoke ultramarine suit with a young man at his side.
Dante Chapel appears to have all the motivation of a gargoyle after the sun has come up. When he was given the task of escorting a VIP backstage, he imagined something more glamorous.
VIP: Dante!!
Dante winces at the loud bark from a man walking right next to him. Pressing a finger to his aching ear, Dante looks at his loud, big bellied guest. His lip is thrust out, but it is no longer necessary to blow: the fly has settled on his ear.
Dante Chapel: Yes, Mr. Jakorva?
Mr. Jakorva: The show is still on, yes? Then where are the wrestlers?
Dante Chapel: As I’ve said Mr. Jakorva, you’re not allowed to actually meet the talent backstage. Ms Night said--
Mr. Jakorva: I have to explain!? Unbelievable… Ms. Night said I can wander these halls and speak to staff backstage! Am I telling lies?
Dante Chapel: No, sir. But she meant technical--
Mr. Jakorva: Then I shall wander! I am massive fan of the Big Apple. The city that never weeps!
Dante Chapel: Sleeps. The city that never sleeps.
Mr. Jakorva: That too!
And looking at Dante with fury, with exasperation, as though he would devour him, Mr. Jarkova spoke in a quiet, stifled voice.
Mr. Jakorva: But you people insult me by giving me the runabout! CRIMINALS! I will say it once and only once. I do not have even a second to waste! "Time is money" as they say!
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dante sighs. Mr. Jakorva hadn’t said it once. If Dante had to hear him say “Time is Money” one more time--
Before he can finish that thought, they round a corner. All at once his attention is captured by his savior.
Nonchalantly looking herself over in a handheld mirror is the LPW Anarchy champion.
Popularity has its price, and tonight Precious Pepper Vain runs the gauntlet in a surprise match, much to the crowd’s delight. One where she'll have to exhibit all her raw talent now Jenson Idol has been installed as a favourite to win it.
In the face of that, she is as calm as the morning breeze. Her intricate ring ensemble being a Danger and Play original, sure to win over fans and fashionistas alike, is functional and eye-grabbing.
Walking ahead of Dante and Chapel, she carelessly drags the LPW Anarchy belt behind her.
Dante calls out to her. Mr. Jakorva perks up at that and follows Dante's gaze to the Anarchy champion.
Curiously, she shows no surprise, at the call, nor seeing the interviewer. She stays still for a breath, then approaches.
PPV: You rang?
Dante Chapel: Yes, congratulations on claiming the Anarchy title. Big match for you this week--
Mr. Jakorva: You! Yes, yes, I know you.
Dante's gaze was icy, but Pepper finally turned her eyes to the stranger.
PPV: That's not unusual around here. Who's your friend, Dante?
Dante Chapel: This is--
Mr. Jakorva: I am Otto Jakorva II. I am a very wealthy man in the Slovakia! But I am not an ordinary rich man! I am an art dealer… a rich seller of beauty!
PPV smilee at that.
PPV: That so?
Mr. Jarkova: Indeed. And that is how I know you. I have seen you in the GQ magazine. I admire your wits as they call it. You are as beautiful as the work of an old master.
PPV; That's true, thank you. And what brings you here?
Dante Chapel: Hold on Pepper, I was hoping to do an interview.
Otto shoots Dante a hard look.
Mr. Jarkova: You! How dare you try to waste my time!
Dante Chapel: Just a moment, Mr. Jarkova.
Mr. Jakorva: What is it you want? I am finished talking to the likes of you.
Dante Chapel: I'm an interviewer for Liberty Pro. I'm trying to do my job.
Mr. Jakorva: Fool! I do not wish to speak with you.
Stifling a laugh, PPV raises her mirror and holds it at arm's length, getting a good look at the reflection.
PPV: Mr. Jarkova doesn't seem to like you, boo.
Mr. Jarkova: Becauae he is rude! And I hate that noisy little machine in his hand! Not a fragment of beauty! All it produces is ugly sounds!
PPV glances at the tape recorder in Dante's hand. Even she quirks an eyebrow.
PPV: Y'know phones do that these days, right?
Dante Chapel: Somerhing really dumb happened at the Halloween party. Let's just leave it at that.
A brief flicker of curiosity flashes across PPV's features, but she returns to her mirror.
PPV: Don't be too long.
Dante Chapel: This is your 2nd stint as Anarchy champion, but you've really started things on a different foot. What made you request for a gauntlet of all things so soon into your reign?
PPV: Because this gauntlet is not just empty posturing.
As if the accessory is the ultimate afterthought, Precious deliberately lifts her gold-plated title strap in the same manner that a sewage worker would present a dead rat that had been blocking a drainpipe.
PPV: I'm about to defend this. And whatever some might think of it right now, this makes me a champion. But you shouldn’t be satisfied with just being counted among your company’s champions. That is merely your starting point. The duty to stand at the very acme of Liberty... of the wrestling world. That's what it means to carry gold. So that's what I'll have to do. I'll be creating expectations. Winning a match like this… It generates desire. It builds belief. Crowds in New York need to see it all, from brilliance to arrogance, temper and flair. They have paid their money and they wish to be entertained. They'll soon know my division will fill that need. Brcause I will have a vice-like hold on it.
Dante Chapel: That's all well and good, but you have four hungry challengers licking their lips at winning their first LPW title. Nathalie Genevieve, Bianca Page and Cait Flanagan are all eager to get that big win. This would really elevate them. Then there's a mighty adversary in Jenson Idol, the former REBELLION World Champion.
Mr. Jarkova: Don't number the birds before they are born!
PPV and Dante both stare at Otto, but PPV chuckles at the misquote. Dante is just straight up annoyed.
PPV: I agree with him. Sorry, but what's about to happen is just me blowing off some steam. I'll beat all 4. One way or another. I've been going through something of a dry patch in Liberty, but I'm one of the most capable talents here. I'm a problem for anybody. And tonight y'all will see that. Even Jenson Idol. Anywho, it's about time I head out. Toodles.
Both Dante and Otto seem keen to continue the conversation but Precious is quick to leave them behind.
They give each other a dirty look and almost seperate before Dante realises he can't just leave Otto alone. Cursing under his breath, he looks for the swiftest path back to the entrance.
MATCH THREE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP GAUNTLET
Precious Pepper Vain vs Nathalie Genevieve vs Bianca Page vs Cait Flanagan vs Jenson Idol
Precious Pepper Vain vs Nathalie Genevieve vs Bianca Page vs Cait Flanagan vs Jenson Idol
| RECAP The Anarchy Championship match started with Precious Pepper Vain going up against Nathalie Genevieve. The two of these women went back and forth in this one, with Nathalie almost picking up the win several times, even hitting PPV with Philly Chic (Hangman’s neckbreaker) but PPV broke out of the pinfall after two. Nathalie couldn’t believe it and she set PPV up on a table outside of the ring. She climbed up the turnbuckle and leaped off, going for a huge move for the win but Precious rolls off of the table and Nathalie crashes through it alone. PPV pins and gets the elimination. ELIMINATED: NATHALIIE GENEVIEVE Next up was Cait Flanagan and she brought out Josh Anderson with her. The two of them attacked Precious at the same time and all hell's breaking loose. It looked like PPV was going to lose her Anarchy Championship but wait! Bianca Page is out at ringside and she slams the Anarchy Championship in Josh’s face, knocking him out. Cait is shocked and angry and this gives PPV the chance to hit Cait with a roll up with the tights which is legal. Precious gets the three count and the win. ELIMINATED: CAIT FLANAGAN Cait and Josh aren’t happy about this and the next entrance is none other than Bianca Page! Cait and Josh both beat the living hell out of her as Precious catches her breath in the corner with a huge smile on her face. Eventually, Cait and Josh put Bianca through a table that they had set up before leaving her knocked out. Precious pins Bianca with just her foot and she gets the three count and the win. ELIMINATED: BIANCA PAGE Now here comes the real challenge! Instead of a normal entrance, Jenson Idol, the final competitor who is a HUGE guest, comes from behind Precious and he nails her with an FC Cutter (RKO) from out of nowhere! He pins her but PPV manages to kick out, showing how damn resilient she truly is. Jenson is frustrated but he keeps the offensive on the tired PPV, keeping her down and mocking her with kicks to the head. Precious eventually snaps from this and she starts to throw strike after strike at Jenson. She soon gets her hands on the Anarchy Championship and she levels him with it! She then hits her Collapsing Star and picks up the three count and the win, putting some extra prestige on the Anarchy Championship! WINNER Precious Pepper Vaijn METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:53 FINISHING MOVE Collapsing Star |
BACKSTAGE
Our scene shifts to TJ Techniques, who is putting the final touches on his ring gear as he preps himself for tonight's match against Melanie. TJ does a double take when he notices the camera focusing in on him. "Of course," he says under his breath, followed by a head nod. The Gotham Championship Tournament semifinalist raises up off his knee and makes his way over to the camera. TJ folds his arms before addressing the audience.
TJ Techniques: I know why y'all here. I know what y'all want. Y'all don't want me in front of this camera to send pleasantries to Melanie. Y'all don't want to hear me talk about how good of a talent she is and how she's got all the potential in the world. Y'all don't want to hear me talk about how her and I are gonna go out there and put on a show. Nah, y'all want to hear me talk about your bitchmade Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano. Well, allow me to oblige.
TJ puts his hand over his heart before continuing.
TJ Techniques: In the lead-up to two shows ago, all you heard from Max, when he actually bothered to get off his ass, was talk about how I was beneath him. You heard him talk about how I wasn't like the "mutt" I beat back at Resurrection. You heard him talk about how he would only fight me on his time. Heh. That's a trip. 'Cause when it came time for my match with Nathalie Genevieve, he magically found time to make his presence felt. And it was his presence that lead me to lose that match. Now I can't hate on Nat for taking advantage of the distraction. That showed awareness. She did what she had to do. And as mad as I am that you came out there and distracted me, I'm more mad at myself for falling for it. That's on me.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Let's fast forward to the last show, when you and I were standing across the ring from each other. Not for the Gotham Championship, oh no, no, no. Why would you ever defend your title against the number one contender for it. That would be silly. Instead, it was a tag team match. You with Melanie, me with Kendrick Kross. And I admit it, me and Kendrick, we didn't get the job done. But that's not what really got me hot. What pissed me off was you sneaking me from behind, laying me out on the outside and putting on that submission hold. I'll admit it. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it's gonna pale in comparison to what happens when I finally get my hands on you, one on one.
TJ Techniques: See, you can come out here and posture all you want. You can come out here, suited and booted, G'd up from the feet. You can talk all that rough shit. But it all rings hollow because at the end of the day? Underneath it all? You're a fucking fraud. Week after week, you come out here and prove to the people that you're not half the man that you pretend to be. Week after week, you come out here and disrespect that Gotham Championship because you damn sure don't live up to the standards of a champion. You stay on some sucker shit. So let me explain something to you. I don't know who the hell it is you think you are. I don't know who it is you think you're dealing with. But I'm not the one to be played with. I'm not the one to be trifled with. Keep thinking this is all fun and games. Keep thinking that shit's sweet. Your day is coming, Max. Oh, best believe, your day is coming. And when it does? Your ass... and your title... will belong to me.
Our scene shifts to TJ Techniques, who is putting the final touches on his ring gear as he preps himself for tonight's match against Melanie. TJ does a double take when he notices the camera focusing in on him. "Of course," he says under his breath, followed by a head nod. The Gotham Championship Tournament semifinalist raises up off his knee and makes his way over to the camera. TJ folds his arms before addressing the audience.
TJ Techniques: I know why y'all here. I know what y'all want. Y'all don't want me in front of this camera to send pleasantries to Melanie. Y'all don't want to hear me talk about how good of a talent she is and how she's got all the potential in the world. Y'all don't want to hear me talk about how her and I are gonna go out there and put on a show. Nah, y'all want to hear me talk about your bitchmade Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano. Well, allow me to oblige.
TJ puts his hand over his heart before continuing.
TJ Techniques: In the lead-up to two shows ago, all you heard from Max, when he actually bothered to get off his ass, was talk about how I was beneath him. You heard him talk about how I wasn't like the "mutt" I beat back at Resurrection. You heard him talk about how he would only fight me on his time. Heh. That's a trip. 'Cause when it came time for my match with Nathalie Genevieve, he magically found time to make his presence felt. And it was his presence that lead me to lose that match. Now I can't hate on Nat for taking advantage of the distraction. That showed awareness. She did what she had to do. And as mad as I am that you came out there and distracted me, I'm more mad at myself for falling for it. That's on me.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: Let's fast forward to the last show, when you and I were standing across the ring from each other. Not for the Gotham Championship, oh no, no, no. Why would you ever defend your title against the number one contender for it. That would be silly. Instead, it was a tag team match. You with Melanie, me with Kendrick Kross. And I admit it, me and Kendrick, we didn't get the job done. But that's not what really got me hot. What pissed me off was you sneaking me from behind, laying me out on the outside and putting on that submission hold. I'll admit it. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it's gonna pale in comparison to what happens when I finally get my hands on you, one on one.
TJ Techniques: See, you can come out here and posture all you want. You can come out here, suited and booted, G'd up from the feet. You can talk all that rough shit. But it all rings hollow because at the end of the day? Underneath it all? You're a fucking fraud. Week after week, you come out here and prove to the people that you're not half the man that you pretend to be. Week after week, you come out here and disrespect that Gotham Championship because you damn sure don't live up to the standards of a champion. You stay on some sucker shit. So let me explain something to you. I don't know who the hell it is you think you are. I don't know who it is you think you're dealing with. But I'm not the one to be played with. I'm not the one to be trifled with. Keep thinking this is all fun and games. Keep thinking that shit's sweet. Your day is coming, Max. Oh, best believe, your day is coming. And when it does? Your ass... and your title... will belong to me.
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick is seen sitting on top of a table watching the Anarchy Championship match finish up. He raises an eyebrow after seeing the winner. He didn’t realize the camera that had come up next to him until he finally takes his focus off the TV and glances to the left.
Kendrick Kross: Well, that was an interesting match wouldn’t you say so?
Kendrick stays seated on the table as he eyes the camera and taps his fingers on his right hand on his leg staying focused.
Kendrick Kross: Honestly, kind of weird not being in an Anarchy Championship match once again but then again I have a more important match tonight don’t I?
A smirk crosses his face as he stops the tapping on his legs and instead he uses both hands and pushes himself back and lays down on the table clasping his hands behind his head.
Kendrick Kross: My first Liberty Championship match. A match that I have wanted for some time now. Sure I love the Anarchy Championship but isn’t everyone’s goal to become Liberty Champion? I know mine is.
Kendrick keeps his eyes focused up on the ceiling as a smirk crosses his face imagining himself with the Liberty Championship.
Kendrick Kross: I get what some people will think though. I haven’t won and kept the Anarchy Championship so how could I even have a chance at the Liberty Championship. But that’s where they will overlook me. Sure they’re correct in that but also how many times have I won it and then attacked from behind or betrayed? So sure, come at me with that but look at the facts as well.
Kendrick shakes his head a bit still keeping his focus on the ceiling and thinking about his match.
Kendrick Kross: There’s plenty of people that probably want this title shot that I have tonight, Carmen Cambridge is probably one of them. She definitely won’t think I deserve it and that’s something that makes me smile honestly. Especially after I win tonight. I’m sure you won’t be happy about that will you boo boo?
Kendrick chuckled a bit as he pushes himself back up to a sitting position a smile now on his face.
Kendrick Kross: Helena, I’m loving that tonight is a No DQ match as well. Being able to do whatever I want to win that title? That’s something that I am looking forward to. Winning the title you hold so close by making you bleed will be something that is going to make me smile for sure. I can’t wait to get out there for this match and take that title from you. So I think you should say your final goodbyes to it. I can’t wait to prove to everyone that has doubted me including you. Ever since this match was made I could tell you doubted me which is going to make sure I want to win and take that title from you that much more.
Kendrick slams his hands on the table as he looks at the camera and shakes his head.
Kendrick Kross: Helena that Liberty Championship is going to be mine, whether you want it to be or not. That’s coming home with me and will be staying with me. For a long time.
Kendrick looks at the camera and hops off the table and pushes the camera away as he walks past it to get ready for his match.
Kendrick is seen sitting on top of a table watching the Anarchy Championship match finish up. He raises an eyebrow after seeing the winner. He didn’t realize the camera that had come up next to him until he finally takes his focus off the TV and glances to the left.
Kendrick Kross: Well, that was an interesting match wouldn’t you say so?
Kendrick stays seated on the table as he eyes the camera and taps his fingers on his right hand on his leg staying focused.
Kendrick Kross: Honestly, kind of weird not being in an Anarchy Championship match once again but then again I have a more important match tonight don’t I?
A smirk crosses his face as he stops the tapping on his legs and instead he uses both hands and pushes himself back and lays down on the table clasping his hands behind his head.
Kendrick Kross: My first Liberty Championship match. A match that I have wanted for some time now. Sure I love the Anarchy Championship but isn’t everyone’s goal to become Liberty Champion? I know mine is.
Kendrick keeps his eyes focused up on the ceiling as a smirk crosses his face imagining himself with the Liberty Championship.
Kendrick Kross: I get what some people will think though. I haven’t won and kept the Anarchy Championship so how could I even have a chance at the Liberty Championship. But that’s where they will overlook me. Sure they’re correct in that but also how many times have I won it and then attacked from behind or betrayed? So sure, come at me with that but look at the facts as well.
Kendrick shakes his head a bit still keeping his focus on the ceiling and thinking about his match.
Kendrick Kross: There’s plenty of people that probably want this title shot that I have tonight, Carmen Cambridge is probably one of them. She definitely won’t think I deserve it and that’s something that makes me smile honestly. Especially after I win tonight. I’m sure you won’t be happy about that will you boo boo?
Kendrick chuckled a bit as he pushes himself back up to a sitting position a smile now on his face.
Kendrick Kross: Helena, I’m loving that tonight is a No DQ match as well. Being able to do whatever I want to win that title? That’s something that I am looking forward to. Winning the title you hold so close by making you bleed will be something that is going to make me smile for sure. I can’t wait to get out there for this match and take that title from you. So I think you should say your final goodbyes to it. I can’t wait to prove to everyone that has doubted me including you. Ever since this match was made I could tell you doubted me which is going to make sure I want to win and take that title from you that much more.
Kendrick slams his hands on the table as he looks at the camera and shakes his head.
Kendrick Kross: Helena that Liberty Championship is going to be mine, whether you want it to be or not. That’s coming home with me and will be staying with me. For a long time.
Kendrick looks at the camera and hops off the table and pushes the camera away as he walks past it to get ready for his match.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
TJ Techniques vs Melanie
TJ Techniques vs Melanie
| RECAP While it’s obvious these two aren’t friendly with each other, they both know how to put on a good, clean fight. Melanie and TJ’s athletic abilities were on display during this entire match. The former Anarchy Champion kept TJ at bay eventually by working on his right knee, wearing him down over and over again. She then hit him with a frog splash but he kicked out and she even hit her vicious elbow finisher, Mel-Bow Effect (Spinning back elbow), but he kicked out of it too. Melanie soon went for her Phantom Stepper but TJ dodged it! A dazed Melanie was then taken out by Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike) but TJ used his bad knee! The move hurt both of them but Melanie clearly took the worst part of it. TJ pinned her and picked up the three count and the win. But when the bell rings, Max Cerrano is there to pull TJ out of the ring. He shoves TJ straight into the steel ring steps and Techniques injured knee goes right into it. Max then grabs a chair and slams it on the knee that Melanie had been working on and TJ yells out in pain. Cerrano then screams at TJ, telling him he will never be Gotham Champion as long as he holds the championship. WINNER TJ Techniques METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE Set ‘Em Straight |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Helena Noir: We have a bit of a situation going on here, don’t we?
The scene opened outside the Manhattan Center, hours before the fifty-third episode of Liberation went on air. The Liberty champion was sitting on the steps leading up to the entrance door. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black Last Rites Tattoo Theatre hoodie pulled over her head, Helena was speaking in a low and dead serious tone.
Helena Noir: Last week was… Enlightening for me. Some people showed their true colors, proving themselves undeserved of any form of respect. I’m obviously speaking about Tyson Gregory, who apparently has lost his marbles somewhere between beating me and being on the verge of being beaten by me. Or perhaps, it was my fault for praising him after his win a few weeks ago, dude is probably not used to being respected and now I can see why.
A glimpse of a bitter smile could be spotted as she raised her glance from the concrete.
Helena Noir: Now I’m sure he’ll say he doesn’t care about respect from his peers or the fans, I can almost hear him croaking… We could argue about the originality of this thought, or any other word that’s coming out of his mouth but that’s beside the point. One thing I’ll give him credit for though, it’s for pointing out that my attention is divided. Sure, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out and I think we can all agree that it comes with the job of a champion to be aware of how things evolve around them. It’s also required from them, and trust me that’s something I excel in, to multitask and be ready to face any situation.
Pause.
Helena Noir: Of course this whole GEW thing is sucking up my attention. What’s odd is that it’s not having the same effect on everyone else in Liberty. Mind you, this is not a call to arms or an inspiring speech to awaken the consciences, I’m simply dividing the roster between those who are going to stand up for their company and the indolent, slothful and prideless leeches who are just here to collect a paycheck. It’s pretty clear where you stand, your history both here and in Valiant speaks volumes. And that’s ok too, some are born leaders, some are born fighters while others are whores with no values and focus other than they’re own interests.
Slowly, she stood up and cracked her neck.
Helena Noir: But if you think that just because I’m ready to go to war for the company I represent, the company I’m champion of… Then I suggest you go back and watch Resurrection again. There, I was fighting for Liberty Pro, to keep the title from people who used GEW and its influence to steal their spots in the main event. Needless to say, I walked out victorious. Ask your old friend Xavier, Pepper or even Scotty.. They will remember.
The mention of the former Anarchy champion caused her to clench her fists.
Helena Noir: And here’s our second winner of last week’s edition of “Who’s the greatest bitch in Liberty Pro?”. For those who missed it, here’s what makes him a good candidate to that title. He cried for days about the title shot he earned not giving him a one on one match against me, as if that would have changed anything at all. He had to do one thing, ask about wanting a match against me and he would have gotten it. That’s what the General Manager told him to do, a rather simple task even for someone like our buddy Latimer who took one too many concussions in his career...And yet he failed to do so, deciding he’d prove his point by attacking a cameraman backstage.
She gave a quick wink at the camera, or rather at the person behind it.
Helena Noir: Johnny, the same cameraman I’m talking to, by the way. A good guy who loves his job, unlike his wife and his two kids who, with good reason after your stunt, are not too happy with him working in an unsafe environment. Luckily, you hit like an old lady and didn’t actually injure him, so he could come back to work right away. That doesn’t make what you did any less disgraceful, nor it proves your point, whatever that may be. All it proves is that you’re a coward and would rather continue attacking backstage personnel than facing me. You want to bide your time, but you know what they say, right? Don’t put off what you can do today, the chance you are waiting for tomorrow may never come. More so in the dangerous and unpredictable life of a wrestler.
Her words sounded ominous, a not so veiled threat perhaps?
Helena Noir: I guess I should spend a few words on my opponent as well, Kendrick Kross. Although, assuming that the No DQ rules gives you any sort of advantage over me tells more about you than I could ever do. I appreciate your confidence, it’d be disappointing if you admitted you didn’t stand a chance against me. But there’s a thin line between being confident and talking out of your ass, and you, my friend, jumped it with both feet. You probably missed the parts of my wrestling career where I excelled in hardcore stipulations, and there were a lot of those.. But don’t worry, I’ll gladly show you what I’m capable of tonight. Don’t say you weren’t warned though.
See you later, Kross.
And with that said, she walked inside the Arena.
Helena Noir: We have a bit of a situation going on here, don’t we?
The scene opened outside the Manhattan Center, hours before the fifty-third episode of Liberation went on air. The Liberty champion was sitting on the steps leading up to the entrance door. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black Last Rites Tattoo Theatre hoodie pulled over her head, Helena was speaking in a low and dead serious tone.
Helena Noir: Last week was… Enlightening for me. Some people showed their true colors, proving themselves undeserved of any form of respect. I’m obviously speaking about Tyson Gregory, who apparently has lost his marbles somewhere between beating me and being on the verge of being beaten by me. Or perhaps, it was my fault for praising him after his win a few weeks ago, dude is probably not used to being respected and now I can see why.
A glimpse of a bitter smile could be spotted as she raised her glance from the concrete.
Helena Noir: Now I’m sure he’ll say he doesn’t care about respect from his peers or the fans, I can almost hear him croaking… We could argue about the originality of this thought, or any other word that’s coming out of his mouth but that’s beside the point. One thing I’ll give him credit for though, it’s for pointing out that my attention is divided. Sure, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out and I think we can all agree that it comes with the job of a champion to be aware of how things evolve around them. It’s also required from them, and trust me that’s something I excel in, to multitask and be ready to face any situation.
Pause.
Helena Noir: Of course this whole GEW thing is sucking up my attention. What’s odd is that it’s not having the same effect on everyone else in Liberty. Mind you, this is not a call to arms or an inspiring speech to awaken the consciences, I’m simply dividing the roster between those who are going to stand up for their company and the indolent, slothful and prideless leeches who are just here to collect a paycheck. It’s pretty clear where you stand, your history both here and in Valiant speaks volumes. And that’s ok too, some are born leaders, some are born fighters while others are whores with no values and focus other than they’re own interests.
Slowly, she stood up and cracked her neck.
Helena Noir: But if you think that just because I’m ready to go to war for the company I represent, the company I’m champion of… Then I suggest you go back and watch Resurrection again. There, I was fighting for Liberty Pro, to keep the title from people who used GEW and its influence to steal their spots in the main event. Needless to say, I walked out victorious. Ask your old friend Xavier, Pepper or even Scotty.. They will remember.
The mention of the former Anarchy champion caused her to clench her fists.
Helena Noir: And here’s our second winner of last week’s edition of “Who’s the greatest bitch in Liberty Pro?”. For those who missed it, here’s what makes him a good candidate to that title. He cried for days about the title shot he earned not giving him a one on one match against me, as if that would have changed anything at all. He had to do one thing, ask about wanting a match against me and he would have gotten it. That’s what the General Manager told him to do, a rather simple task even for someone like our buddy Latimer who took one too many concussions in his career...And yet he failed to do so, deciding he’d prove his point by attacking a cameraman backstage.
She gave a quick wink at the camera, or rather at the person behind it.
Helena Noir: Johnny, the same cameraman I’m talking to, by the way. A good guy who loves his job, unlike his wife and his two kids who, with good reason after your stunt, are not too happy with him working in an unsafe environment. Luckily, you hit like an old lady and didn’t actually injure him, so he could come back to work right away. That doesn’t make what you did any less disgraceful, nor it proves your point, whatever that may be. All it proves is that you’re a coward and would rather continue attacking backstage personnel than facing me. You want to bide your time, but you know what they say, right? Don’t put off what you can do today, the chance you are waiting for tomorrow may never come. More so in the dangerous and unpredictable life of a wrestler.
Her words sounded ominous, a not so veiled threat perhaps?
Helena Noir: I guess I should spend a few words on my opponent as well, Kendrick Kross. Although, assuming that the No DQ rules gives you any sort of advantage over me tells more about you than I could ever do. I appreciate your confidence, it’d be disappointing if you admitted you didn’t stand a chance against me. But there’s a thin line between being confident and talking out of your ass, and you, my friend, jumped it with both feet. You probably missed the parts of my wrestling career where I excelled in hardcore stipulations, and there were a lot of those.. But don’t worry, I’ll gladly show you what I’m capable of tonight. Don’t say you weren’t warned though.
See you later, Kross.
And with that said, she walked inside the Arena.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Scotty Latimer vs Joss Morant
Scotty Latimer vs Joss Morant
| RECAP Joss Morant was heading down the ring for her entrance when Scotty Latimer attacked her from behind. He started to brutalize the young competitor to send a message to Helena Noir and the rest of the Liberty Pro roster. He slammed Joss up against the ring post and screamed at her, telling her she should’ve kept her mouth shut and not asked for this. Jade Night soon appeared at the top of the entrance way and it looked as if she was going to take action against Scotty like she did with Xavier but Helena Noir showed up and placed a hand on Jade’s shoulder. She nodded and let her know that she had it under control. Noir ran down the entrance ramp and she knocked down Latimer from behind. Noir finally had her hands on Latimer and she wasn’t letting go. She threw Scotty into the barricade, into the side of the ring and the ring post before she put him in the Fondu Au Noir until he was passed out. Helena then tells Scotty that she’s not playing his game, he’s playing hers. Helena then checks on Joss before looking up at Jade and nodding, letting the boss know that Joss was okay. WINNER No Contest |
RINGSIDE
Carmen Cambridge was standing in the ring after making her entrance, awaiting her opponent for the evening, Honey when she requests a microphone.
Carmen Cambridge: So everyone came here tonight to see Helena Noir defend her Liberty Championship against...Kendrick Kross? Is that right?
Cambridge looks out at the crowd and waits for an answer as the cheers were beginning to build with each passing second until she puts her fingers to her mouth to hush them.
Carmen Cambridge: Well since Kendrick became one of GEW's biggest signings to date, his stock has risen, but we all know that none of you came here to see that match, you all came here to see ME! It should be ME facing Helena tonight, I've been the number one contender for how many shows now? But you know what? It's chill. I'll get my shot in due time, but tonight? I get my third match against Honey Boo Boo, lil miss innocent. Lil miss everyone's favorite...but guess what HONEY? You haven't been able to get the job done against me straight up yet, and do you know why?
Cambridge laughs and then rolls her eyes.
Carmen Cambridge: I'll just tell you because we all know there isn't much in the way of brains between those two eyes of yours, but the reason you've FAILED to beat me straight up is because I'm BETTER than you. You needed Tyson to assist you when you pinned me, and then you needed him to give you the DQ win at the last show, but tonight? All that's about to change. I'm going to prove why I should be in everyone's discussion for one of the top five wrestlers on the planet, and then?
Carmen glares directly into the camera.
Carmen Cambridge: I'll see the winner of Helena and Kendrick soon...and that gold is mines.
The Gucci Girl drops the microphone and looks at the entranceway, awaiting Honey's arrival.
Carmen Cambridge was standing in the ring after making her entrance, awaiting her opponent for the evening, Honey when she requests a microphone.
Carmen Cambridge: So everyone came here tonight to see Helena Noir defend her Liberty Championship against...Kendrick Kross? Is that right?
Cambridge looks out at the crowd and waits for an answer as the cheers were beginning to build with each passing second until she puts her fingers to her mouth to hush them.
Carmen Cambridge: Well since Kendrick became one of GEW's biggest signings to date, his stock has risen, but we all know that none of you came here to see that match, you all came here to see ME! It should be ME facing Helena tonight, I've been the number one contender for how many shows now? But you know what? It's chill. I'll get my shot in due time, but tonight? I get my third match against Honey Boo Boo, lil miss innocent. Lil miss everyone's favorite...but guess what HONEY? You haven't been able to get the job done against me straight up yet, and do you know why?
Cambridge laughs and then rolls her eyes.
Carmen Cambridge: I'll just tell you because we all know there isn't much in the way of brains between those two eyes of yours, but the reason you've FAILED to beat me straight up is because I'm BETTER than you. You needed Tyson to assist you when you pinned me, and then you needed him to give you the DQ win at the last show, but tonight? All that's about to change. I'm going to prove why I should be in everyone's discussion for one of the top five wrestlers on the planet, and then?
Carmen glares directly into the camera.
Carmen Cambridge: I'll see the winner of Helena and Kendrick soon...and that gold is mines.
The Gucci Girl drops the microphone and looks at the entranceway, awaiting Honey's arrival.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Carmen Cambridge vs Honey
Carmen Cambridge vs Honey
| RECAP The bell sounds and as these two start to circle each other, Honey extends her hand for an opening shake to begin the match. Carmen smiles a bit before accepting it and seemingly not going for any foul play...at least for a moment until she pulls Honey in for a collar-and-elbow. Carmen turns it around into a waist lock, but Honey is able to get out of it and grab Cambridge's arm for a wrist lock. Cambridge escapes it with a roll and pops back up to put Honey in a hammerlock. She wrenches it for just a second until Honey turns it around into her own waist lock and she takes Carmen down to the mat. Honey goes for a sleeper, but Carmen slips out of it and grabs onto Honey's leg to apply a heel hook. Again, Honey escapes it with a headscissors and she grabs onto Carmen's arm, looking to lock in her armbar! Cambridge keeps her fingers locked together and rolls Honey up onto her shoulders for a two count that forces Honey to release her armbar attempt. She keeps Honey pinned down as she transitions around for a front chancery attempt, but Honey gets out of it and wrenches back Carmen's arm with a wringer. Working hard on the left arm, Honey brings Carmen down to a knee as she keeps applying as much pressure as she can. Cambridge yells out for Honey to ease up and she takes advantage of that naivety as Honey lets Carmen get back to a standing base for a forearm shot right underneath the chin. The shot snaps Honey back to reality and she fires back with her own forearm before running toward the ropes; running up them to turn her arm wringer into a hurricanrana takedown on Carmen! Carmen gets up and goes across the ring with another hurricanrana from Honey. Now Cambridge ducks underneath a lariat attempt from Honey and stuns her with a boot to the midsection. She runs the ropes and Honey drops down to trip Carmen face first into the canvas. Picking Carmen off the canvas, Honey throws her into the corner, and comes running in, but Cambridge lifts her up and over onto the apron. Carmen throws a forearm, but Honey blocks it for one of her own. Honey pops up to the top rope and as Carmen recovers, Honey leaps off, and throws Cambridge across the ring with an arm drag. She then hit Carmen with Honey's Ultimagic: Jumping Spike DDT transitioned into a Guillotine Choke with her legs wrapped around the body but Carmen gets her foot on the ropes. Honey doesn’t realize it and she thinks she won and got the three count. This gives Carmen the chance to hit Honey with 'Twin Bridgeplex'-Hits two consecutive german suplexes, on the second she holds a bridge pin. Honey stays down for the three count and Carmen picks up the win against Honey finally! WINNER Carmen Cambridge METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:12 FINISHING MOVE Twin Bridgeplex |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to the backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom where we see Tyson Gregory sitting on one of the Liberty Pro production crates. He's in his new Green Power Ranger inspired ring gear with a black sleeveless shirt that has ¨Kross Fears Melanie¨ across the chest. In his hands is a bent and beat up folding chair. Most likely the one he used to dispatch Helena, Carmen and Honey last show. He looks up to the camera and has more of a game face on this time as he starts to speak.
Tyson Gregory: You know, earlier I said that last show was about making a statement and I guess the same could be said for tonight with taking on Derrick La Bell. I mean, he's a big dude with a nickname The Beast? I gotta expect to get some kind of beating tonight, am I right? The guy has that MMA background and likes to just body up folks. But I wonder… How would he react to someone that keeps taking his best shots and just didn't stop getting back up? What if that big guy got dragged out to the deep water where he had to fight, scratch and claw for every inch but then, still… It wasn't enough? Using up all that energy, leaving him gassed and worn out. You see, I've prided myself on my endurance. You can't train at Andersons for as long as I did without ending up with that extra bit in the tank that others don't know how to plug into.
He starts to tap the edge of the chair against the concrete floor for a moment before stopping and eyeing the camera.
Tyson Gregory: I'm not sure Derrick would know what to do with that right in front of him. Then again this could be all talk and the dude has been prepping for this match and knows exactly what's in front of him. I wouldn't know really, the guy has been all but silent since just after the last show. And that really sucks cause I rather enjoy having some of that fun banter with my opponents, gives me a chance to get in their heads a bit and poke around. But lately it seems like my opponents aren't up for that. Barely got anything out of Honey or Helena last go around and this time nothing from the big man. Man, it sucks getting bored.. Makes me wanna maybe act out a bit just to get all this energy from my body but that won't be productive…
He rises from his seated position now and drops the chair to the ground with a clang and starts to walk away.
Tyson Gregory: Guess I'll have to take it out on Derrick in the ring…
He continues walking off as the scene fades out.
We cut to the backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom where we see Tyson Gregory sitting on one of the Liberty Pro production crates. He's in his new Green Power Ranger inspired ring gear with a black sleeveless shirt that has ¨Kross Fears Melanie¨ across the chest. In his hands is a bent and beat up folding chair. Most likely the one he used to dispatch Helena, Carmen and Honey last show. He looks up to the camera and has more of a game face on this time as he starts to speak.
Tyson Gregory: You know, earlier I said that last show was about making a statement and I guess the same could be said for tonight with taking on Derrick La Bell. I mean, he's a big dude with a nickname The Beast? I gotta expect to get some kind of beating tonight, am I right? The guy has that MMA background and likes to just body up folks. But I wonder… How would he react to someone that keeps taking his best shots and just didn't stop getting back up? What if that big guy got dragged out to the deep water where he had to fight, scratch and claw for every inch but then, still… It wasn't enough? Using up all that energy, leaving him gassed and worn out. You see, I've prided myself on my endurance. You can't train at Andersons for as long as I did without ending up with that extra bit in the tank that others don't know how to plug into.
He starts to tap the edge of the chair against the concrete floor for a moment before stopping and eyeing the camera.
Tyson Gregory: I'm not sure Derrick would know what to do with that right in front of him. Then again this could be all talk and the dude has been prepping for this match and knows exactly what's in front of him. I wouldn't know really, the guy has been all but silent since just after the last show. And that really sucks cause I rather enjoy having some of that fun banter with my opponents, gives me a chance to get in their heads a bit and poke around. But lately it seems like my opponents aren't up for that. Barely got anything out of Honey or Helena last go around and this time nothing from the big man. Man, it sucks getting bored.. Makes me wanna maybe act out a bit just to get all this energy from my body but that won't be productive…
He rises from his seated position now and drops the chair to the ground with a clang and starts to walk away.
Tyson Gregory: Guess I'll have to take it out on Derrick in the ring…
He continues walking off as the scene fades out.
BACKSTAGE
Opening shot of the Liberty in the Bank briefcase on a pedestal. The shot wides out to Derrick La’Bell standing next to his briefcase with a big smile on his face. He looks super enthusiastic right now, with a big smile on his face. You can just feel his positivity.
Derrick: At Liberation 52, I finally overcame the one loss that seemingly defined my current run in Liberty Pro. I finally beat Bri Clark.
Derrick still has that humble smile on his face. He’s been supportive of BLC since the re-return of Liberty, and even after beating her he refuses to tarnish her name.
Derrick: BLC is a great competitor, and she gave me her absolute all, but I HAD to beat her and I HAD to retain this Championship in order to prove why I deserve this spot and opportunity. One day we will have our tie-breaker and it’ll b3e great, but until then, I hope Brianna Leigh Clark has all the success in the world here at Liberty Pro.
Derrick claps his hands together to signify a subject change.
Derrick: Can’t say I wish the same for Tyson Gregory though…
Derrick pauses as he looks at his briefcase.
Derrick: Tyson is one of my biggest tests in Liberty since beating Honey a while back. Tyson Gregory is a lot of things. He is a multi-time World Champion, he’s a skilled technician, but one thing he isn’t is a decent human being…
La’Bell laughs at his own joke, because that’s what people do apparently. However, after he’s done giggling, he gets a bit serious.
Derrick: In a lot of ways, Tyson Gregory is the anti-Derrick. He’s small, brash, and he definitely doesn’t have anything nice to say ever. He’s a lot of things that I’m not, but I’d be a fool to think he doesn’t want to be what I am. He wants my Championship, he wants my opportunity, and he wants to get where I am without all the hard work I had to put in.
Derrick: Tyson is going to try to prove he deserves a shot at this championship. He’s going to try to besmirch my name and ability, so he can take what I have earned, but he will fail. He’s going to try to beat me, but at the end of the day, he doesn’t have it in him to work as hard as I do, and I will walk out of this match like I have every other big opportunity thus far. VICTORIOUSLY!
He picks the briefcase up and looks into it. He uses his elbow to clear a smudge on it.
Derrick: But good luck to him anyways!
Opening shot of the Liberty in the Bank briefcase on a pedestal. The shot wides out to Derrick La’Bell standing next to his briefcase with a big smile on his face. He looks super enthusiastic right now, with a big smile on his face. You can just feel his positivity.
Derrick: At Liberation 52, I finally overcame the one loss that seemingly defined my current run in Liberty Pro. I finally beat Bri Clark.
Derrick still has that humble smile on his face. He’s been supportive of BLC since the re-return of Liberty, and even after beating her he refuses to tarnish her name.
Derrick: BLC is a great competitor, and she gave me her absolute all, but I HAD to beat her and I HAD to retain this Championship in order to prove why I deserve this spot and opportunity. One day we will have our tie-breaker and it’ll b3e great, but until then, I hope Brianna Leigh Clark has all the success in the world here at Liberty Pro.
Derrick claps his hands together to signify a subject change.
Derrick: Can’t say I wish the same for Tyson Gregory though…
Derrick pauses as he looks at his briefcase.
Derrick: Tyson is one of my biggest tests in Liberty since beating Honey a while back. Tyson Gregory is a lot of things. He is a multi-time World Champion, he’s a skilled technician, but one thing he isn’t is a decent human being…
La’Bell laughs at his own joke, because that’s what people do apparently. However, after he’s done giggling, he gets a bit serious.
Derrick: In a lot of ways, Tyson Gregory is the anti-Derrick. He’s small, brash, and he definitely doesn’t have anything nice to say ever. He’s a lot of things that I’m not, but I’d be a fool to think he doesn’t want to be what I am. He wants my Championship, he wants my opportunity, and he wants to get where I am without all the hard work I had to put in.
Derrick: Tyson is going to try to prove he deserves a shot at this championship. He’s going to try to besmirch my name and ability, so he can take what I have earned, but he will fail. He’s going to try to beat me, but at the end of the day, he doesn’t have it in him to work as hard as I do, and I will walk out of this match like I have every other big opportunity thus far. VICTORIOUSLY!
He picks the briefcase up and looks into it. He uses his elbow to clear a smudge on it.
Derrick: But good luck to him anyways!
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Derrick La’Bell vs Tyson Gregory
Derrick La’Bell vs Tyson Gregory
| RECAP This match was huge. Tyson Gregory, the Valiant Champion, had been on fire as of late and Derrick La’Bell, is a man on the rise. Yes, Derrick is a two time MMA Champion but this is wrestling and he’s finally working his way up and tonight? He sure as hell showed it. The two strong men went back and forth, blow for blow. Eventually, Derrick nailed Tyson with Prodigy In Motion (pop up sit out Last Ride) from out of nowhere but Gregory kicked out just before three. Derrick tried for a second helping but Tyson took him out with The End of Your Sorrow. But just like Tyson earlier, Derrick kicked out just before the three count. It was clear that both of these guys wanted to win here. The match soon spilled out onto the outside and the two of them began to fight everywhere. Through the crowd and even up the entrance ramp. The referee tried to give them some leeway as he could tell the match was important for both men but eventually the referee had to relent and count to ten, giving both men a count out but this didn’t stop them from fighting each other and eventually, Tyson took Derrick out with a fire extinguisher by spraying him with it and then demanding Derrick give him the briefcase of else he will steal it for himself. Tyson then chooses the latter and runs off. It doesn’t take long for La’Bell to realize what is going on and he leaps to his feet and chases after Ty. WINNER Draw METHOD Ten Count MATCH LENGTH 12:56 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Leigh Clark is seen hurrying down the back hallways of the Hammerstein Ballroom, still in her street clothes, a cute beanie jammed down over her hair that matches the hoodie she’s wearing. A quick glance shows she sees the camera following her and she stifles a laugh as she starts talking.
Brianna Clark: Traffic, am I right? Love it here but man, even… oh well, I’m still okay, I’ve got enough time to get ready. You know, I wasn’t really all that experienced with tag matches, but I don’t mind them, not the way some people do. I still get to wrestle in front of the fans, and maybe this time there won’t be any weirdness the way there was the last time Kaia, Julio and I were in a match together. I don’t need to point out the more obvious differences, you guys are smart enough to figure that out without me.
She zips into a room, setting her gear bag down before emptying her hands of the other things she was carrying, brushing off her palms before turning back.
Brianna Clark: We all know the drill, so I’m sure that this will be just fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready and well, this isn’t Only Fans.
Brianna shoos the camera out and shuts the door firmly before it cuts elsewhere.
Brianna Leigh Clark is seen hurrying down the back hallways of the Hammerstein Ballroom, still in her street clothes, a cute beanie jammed down over her hair that matches the hoodie she’s wearing. A quick glance shows she sees the camera following her and she stifles a laugh as she starts talking.
Brianna Clark: Traffic, am I right? Love it here but man, even… oh well, I’m still okay, I’ve got enough time to get ready. You know, I wasn’t really all that experienced with tag matches, but I don’t mind them, not the way some people do. I still get to wrestle in front of the fans, and maybe this time there won’t be any weirdness the way there was the last time Kaia, Julio and I were in a match together. I don’t need to point out the more obvious differences, you guys are smart enough to figure that out without me.
She zips into a room, setting her gear bag down before emptying her hands of the other things she was carrying, brushing off her palms before turning back.
Brianna Clark: We all know the drill, so I’m sure that this will be just fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready and well, this isn’t Only Fans.
Brianna shoos the camera out and shuts the door firmly before it cuts elsewhere.
MATCH EIGHT: TAG
Brianna Leigh Clark & Lizzie Jones vs Kaia Grainger & Julio Banks
Brianna Leigh Clark & Lizzie Jones vs Kaia Grainger & Julio Banks
| RECAP This match was back and forth as each team didn’t know how to work well with each other. Lizzie Jones prefers to be on her own even though BLC just likes to get the job done. As for Kaia and Julio? Well, Julio is quite the character. Kaia and Lizzie went right at each other considering what happened last week. BLC and Lizzie were able to control the match and Kaia tried to take it to them but BLC and Lizzie found a way to work together, so it gave them an advantage. But eventually, Julio caused a bunch of antics on his side of the ring and it distracted Biranna. This gave the US Champion the chance to tag in a partner and it was none other than Julio Banks. He came in on fire, taking everyone out and yelling out some crazy and random trash talk, like calling Lizzie Jones a Trump thumper. This only pissed Liz off and she headbutted Julio. Liz then tagged in BLC. Brianna and Julio went back and forth before Julio took her down with a snap DDT. Both were exhausted but it was BLC who got to her corner first but no one was there. Kaia had pulled Lizzie Jones down off the apron and shoved her head into the ringpost. It didn’t take long for Julio to hit the distracted Brianna with Bank On It (Kryptonite Krunch). He then pinned her and picked up the three count and win, declaring himself the one and true #1 contender for the US Championship. He looked over at Kaia and did a championship sign over his waist, letting her know that he’s coming for her. WINNER Kaia Grainger & Julio Banks METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:22 FINISHING MOVE Bank On It |
BACKSTAGE
Cameras cut to the back to reveal Brady Vega and Xavier Laroux as they walked through the backstage area. Brady was clearly in a much better mood than Xavier was who was mumbling under his breath. He continued this until Brady spoke up.
Brady Vega: Yo X where ya.... ahh.. you cool?
Xavier paid no attention to Brady's words as he continued on with his mumblings. As he was doing so, his face seemingly cycled through a variety of different expressions.
Xavier Laroux: I..hm.
Before he could get a word in edge wise, those thoughts of his running rampant.
Brady follows X and attempts to get his attention.
Brady Vega: Yo!!
Vega takes a puff off the spiff hes been secretly smoking this entire time and blows a cloud in the air just as X passes through it. That smoke hit Laroux in the face, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around to look at Brady, nodding his head as if he's just discovered the meaning of life.
Xavier Laroux: YES! That's it right the fuck there!
Stepping towards Brady, Laroux brought his hands up before bringing them down onto Brady's shoulders.
Xavier Laroux: That's fuckin genius!
Without another word, Xavier turned his back to Brady before walking off in the direction of the entrance point.
Brady Vega: Wait where ya heading? What did I say? X!.... YO... X!!
Brady chases after X but cant seem to move fast enough.
Brady Vega: I KNOW THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES MAN HOLD UP!
But there was no stopping Xavier. After a quick focus switch to the ringside area the sounds of 'Your Favorite Drug' by Porcelain and The Tramps hit the arena sound system. The crowd rose to their feet in a surprisingly mixed reaction, leaning more towards a negative one. Those black velvet curtains were thrown open as 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged out onto the stage from the back.
Dressed to compete in those usual faded and tattered denim jeans and skin tight tank top, the last thing he wore being that oh so arrogant smirk of his. Making his way down the center of the ramp, he made it a point to slap hands with whatever fans had theirs extended to him.
Laroux stopped at the bottom of the ramp before making his way around ringside. Being handed a microphone from a ring attendant, he made sure it was on before rolling into the ring under the bottom set of ropes. Popping up to his feet, he brought that microphone up enough to begin talking.
Xavier Laroux: We all saw what happened last week when it came to me, my opponent tonight Dex, his olelady Sophie, and..that bitch Jade.
There was a very noticeable disgust in the tone of Laroux's words as he spoke Jade's name. Shaking his head, he spit off to the side, almost as if he was trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
Xavier Laroux: Me and Dex? We gonna settle what happened between us a lilbit later tonight in that big ass cage. He's gonna have his chance to work out all those aggressions he gots towards me, which I fuckin welcome, and I got the chance to pick up a pretty nice W. I'd say it's damn well win win from where I'm sittin.
Laughing as those words rolled off of his tongue. Perking up, Xavier's excitement seemed to grow as something jolted his train of thought.
Xavier Laroux: OH! But here's the kicker. I wasn't even suppose to be here tonight, oh no. See, Jade, not only, thought it was a good idea to get involved in MY business, but she thought it was an even BETTER idea to put her fuckin hands on me. And her brightest fuckin idea of'em all? She had arena security hold me back while she got in a few shots before suspendin me.
A rather questioning expression flashed across the features of Laroux as he reached up to rub the palm of his hand against the stubble atop his head. Clearly not too pleased with the happenings of last week, Xavier shook his head a bit, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier Laroux: But ONCE AGAIN Big Daddy Nathan hadda step in, put his foot down, and fix ANOTHER of Jade's fuckups. Now here I stand, UNsuspended and standin in front of one hell of a fight. But the important question remains: How many more times is Jade gonna fuck up?
Turning his body to face the entrance ramp, he extended his free hand outwards towards the stage itself.
Xavier Laroux: See, I told Jade bout me havin some shit to say well beforehand. Her exact response was to say it to her face so I happily invited her to join me out here so I could do just that. But seein as she hasn't shown up with her security fucks, it's kinda clear she ain't tryinta get her nose bloodied again. So fuck it. You gonna hear what I gotta say.
Once again turning his body, Xavier moved so his back was facing the ramp and went into full story telling mode.
Xavier Laroux: Here's the FACT of the matter. I've worked for some of the absolute WORST people this business has ever known. Glenn Legend. Miles Blake. Tad Peters. Sarah D'Angelo. But YOU Jade? You take the fuckin cake and gobble that bitch up.
Taking a few steps back, Xavier let the ropes behind him support his weight as he crossed the both of his arms at his chest, continuing on.
Xavier Laroux: Let's call a spade a spade here, Jade. You NEVER got over the fact that me and Gabe beat the shit outta you back then. You've carried it allll this fuckin time. Not to mention you're bouta carry the Callaghan name and lord knows Larouxs and Callaghans always been at it. You carried it all this time and you FINALLY found yourself in a position where you could actually do somethin bout it. But see, you fucked up in that when you're in a position of power, like you are, takin care of personal vendettas on the company's dollar is very messy business. Now sure, Nathan swooped in and, once again, cleaned up your mess, but that's not gonna be good enough, not this time.
Pushing off of those ropes, Xavier took those few steps forward before stopping dead center in the middle of the ring.
Xavier Laroux: Only ONE thing can make this right and you know exactly what it is, Jade. So here's what's gonna happen. Ima take my fine ass backstage, get ready for my big ass cage match, and you're gonna make SOMETHIN happen that makes this better. Otherwise? Ima tear it the fuck down all around you till you ain't gotta choice but to give what I want.
With those last few words, Xavier dropped the microphone onto the canvas. Ducking between those ropes, Laroux dropped to the ringside area, making his way back up the ramp and disappearing to the back. As soon as Xavier made his way back behind those curtains, Brady Vega was standing there, waiting, having just watched Xavier's whole outburst.
Brady Vega: I had your back the entire time.
Xavier stopped in place, his head turning to look at Brady with a completely straight face. After being able to hold that expression for only just a moment, he bursted out into laughter. Xavier shook his head as the two of them walked off the way they came.
Cameras cut to the back to reveal Brady Vega and Xavier Laroux as they walked through the backstage area. Brady was clearly in a much better mood than Xavier was who was mumbling under his breath. He continued this until Brady spoke up.
Brady Vega: Yo X where ya.... ahh.. you cool?
Xavier paid no attention to Brady's words as he continued on with his mumblings. As he was doing so, his face seemingly cycled through a variety of different expressions.
Xavier Laroux: I..hm.
Before he could get a word in edge wise, those thoughts of his running rampant.
Brady follows X and attempts to get his attention.
Brady Vega: Yo!!
Vega takes a puff off the spiff hes been secretly smoking this entire time and blows a cloud in the air just as X passes through it. That smoke hit Laroux in the face, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around to look at Brady, nodding his head as if he's just discovered the meaning of life.
Xavier Laroux: YES! That's it right the fuck there!
Stepping towards Brady, Laroux brought his hands up before bringing them down onto Brady's shoulders.
Xavier Laroux: That's fuckin genius!
Without another word, Xavier turned his back to Brady before walking off in the direction of the entrance point.
Brady Vega: Wait where ya heading? What did I say? X!.... YO... X!!
Brady chases after X but cant seem to move fast enough.
Brady Vega: I KNOW THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES MAN HOLD UP!
But there was no stopping Xavier. After a quick focus switch to the ringside area the sounds of 'Your Favorite Drug' by Porcelain and The Tramps hit the arena sound system. The crowd rose to their feet in a surprisingly mixed reaction, leaning more towards a negative one. Those black velvet curtains were thrown open as 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged out onto the stage from the back.
Dressed to compete in those usual faded and tattered denim jeans and skin tight tank top, the last thing he wore being that oh so arrogant smirk of his. Making his way down the center of the ramp, he made it a point to slap hands with whatever fans had theirs extended to him.
Laroux stopped at the bottom of the ramp before making his way around ringside. Being handed a microphone from a ring attendant, he made sure it was on before rolling into the ring under the bottom set of ropes. Popping up to his feet, he brought that microphone up enough to begin talking.
Xavier Laroux: We all saw what happened last week when it came to me, my opponent tonight Dex, his olelady Sophie, and..that bitch Jade.
There was a very noticeable disgust in the tone of Laroux's words as he spoke Jade's name. Shaking his head, he spit off to the side, almost as if he was trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
Xavier Laroux: Me and Dex? We gonna settle what happened between us a lilbit later tonight in that big ass cage. He's gonna have his chance to work out all those aggressions he gots towards me, which I fuckin welcome, and I got the chance to pick up a pretty nice W. I'd say it's damn well win win from where I'm sittin.
Laughing as those words rolled off of his tongue. Perking up, Xavier's excitement seemed to grow as something jolted his train of thought.
Xavier Laroux: OH! But here's the kicker. I wasn't even suppose to be here tonight, oh no. See, Jade, not only, thought it was a good idea to get involved in MY business, but she thought it was an even BETTER idea to put her fuckin hands on me. And her brightest fuckin idea of'em all? She had arena security hold me back while she got in a few shots before suspendin me.
A rather questioning expression flashed across the features of Laroux as he reached up to rub the palm of his hand against the stubble atop his head. Clearly not too pleased with the happenings of last week, Xavier shook his head a bit, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier Laroux: But ONCE AGAIN Big Daddy Nathan hadda step in, put his foot down, and fix ANOTHER of Jade's fuckups. Now here I stand, UNsuspended and standin in front of one hell of a fight. But the important question remains: How many more times is Jade gonna fuck up?
Turning his body to face the entrance ramp, he extended his free hand outwards towards the stage itself.
Xavier Laroux: See, I told Jade bout me havin some shit to say well beforehand. Her exact response was to say it to her face so I happily invited her to join me out here so I could do just that. But seein as she hasn't shown up with her security fucks, it's kinda clear she ain't tryinta get her nose bloodied again. So fuck it. You gonna hear what I gotta say.
Once again turning his body, Xavier moved so his back was facing the ramp and went into full story telling mode.
Xavier Laroux: Here's the FACT of the matter. I've worked for some of the absolute WORST people this business has ever known. Glenn Legend. Miles Blake. Tad Peters. Sarah D'Angelo. But YOU Jade? You take the fuckin cake and gobble that bitch up.
Taking a few steps back, Xavier let the ropes behind him support his weight as he crossed the both of his arms at his chest, continuing on.
Xavier Laroux: Let's call a spade a spade here, Jade. You NEVER got over the fact that me and Gabe beat the shit outta you back then. You've carried it allll this fuckin time. Not to mention you're bouta carry the Callaghan name and lord knows Larouxs and Callaghans always been at it. You carried it all this time and you FINALLY found yourself in a position where you could actually do somethin bout it. But see, you fucked up in that when you're in a position of power, like you are, takin care of personal vendettas on the company's dollar is very messy business. Now sure, Nathan swooped in and, once again, cleaned up your mess, but that's not gonna be good enough, not this time.
Pushing off of those ropes, Xavier took those few steps forward before stopping dead center in the middle of the ring.
Xavier Laroux: Only ONE thing can make this right and you know exactly what it is, Jade. So here's what's gonna happen. Ima take my fine ass backstage, get ready for my big ass cage match, and you're gonna make SOMETHIN happen that makes this better. Otherwise? Ima tear it the fuck down all around you till you ain't gotta choice but to give what I want.
With those last few words, Xavier dropped the microphone onto the canvas. Ducking between those ropes, Laroux dropped to the ringside area, making his way back up the ramp and disappearing to the back. As soon as Xavier made his way back behind those curtains, Brady Vega was standing there, waiting, having just watched Xavier's whole outburst.
Brady Vega: I had your back the entire time.
Xavier stopped in place, his head turning to look at Brady with a completely straight face. After being able to hold that expression for only just a moment, he bursted out into laughter. Xavier shook his head as the two of them walked off the way they came.
HEADLINE: HELL IN A CELL
Xavier Laroux vs Dexter Morant
Xavier Laroux vs Dexter Morant
| RECAP This match started off with Xavier Laroux as the aggressor, as he charged Dex Morant and took her down with a spear. Xavier mounted Dex and delivered a few hard shots to his face before screaming at Dex. Xavier stood up and picked Dex up with him before he whipped Morant hard into the corner. Dex hit the corner with a thud before Xavier charged and he hit Dex with a helluva kick. Morant collapsed to the canvas and Xavier pinned him but Morant kicked out after one. Xavier exited the ring and grabbed a chair before sliding back in with it. he swung it at Morant, who had just managed to get to his feet, but Dex ducked under the chair shot. Xavier turned around and Dex hit him with a superkick into the chair, followed by The Crowning (headlock driver) but somehow Xavier managed to kick out after two. Dex looked around in shock, he couldnt believe that Xavier had kicked out. Dex grabbed Xavier and tossed him over the ropes before following him to the outside of the ring. Dex grabbed Xavier by his legs before slingshotting him right into the unforgiving steel cage. Laroux rolled around in pain as he held his face. Dex then grabbed Xavier and slingshotted him a second time, this time even harder than before and Xaviers face hit into it hard. He dropped to the mat outside and held his forehead, where blood started to pour out. Dex grabbed a few more chairs from under the ring and threw them inside of the ring. He then grabbed a table and sat it up on the outside. He went to grab Xavier but Laroux had grabbed a kendo stick from under the ring while Dex wasnt looking and he whacked it right into Morant’s midsection. Dex stumbled back holding onto his stomach before Xavier slammed the kendo stick over his back and then X took out Morant with Narcoterrorism (Bicycle Knee Strike). Xavier picked Morant up and rolled him into the ring before going for the pin but Dex kicked out before three!!! Xavier looked frustrated before he climbed up the turnbuckle, looking to go for something big but Dex found a burst of energy as he got up to his feet and charged the turnbuckle before charging up it. The two began to fight back and forth, throwing punches at each other before they both lost their balance and they crashed right through the table that Dex had set up on the outside. Fans started to cheer HOLY SHIT!, HOLY SHIT!, HOLY SHIT!, as Xavier and Dex were laid out on the outside of the ring. It took some time before the two stumbled up onto their feet and they began to slowly trade blows. Xavier eventually gained the lead when he kicked Morant in the gut and then slammed his head into the cage wall. Xavier slammed Dexs head into it over and over before Dex dropped down to his knees and he had started to bleed now too. Laroux stepped back and waited for Morant to get to his feet. Dex stumbled up, using the cage for leverage to stand when Xavier charged Dex and went for a spear but Dex dodged it and Xavier went shoulder first into the cage and crashed through it, breaking the cage wall down. Dex laid down for a minute to catch his breath and gather herself before getting up and walking out of the cage. Dex looked around before he picked Xavier up and set him down on the announcer table. Dex then looked up at the cage and the fans went nuts. Dex decided to climb up the cell but when he reached the top, Xavier started to climb as well. Dex waited for Xavier to get to the top. When Xavier did, the two battled back and forth with Xavier tackling Dex down. Xavier laid a few shots into Dex but Dex rolled Xavier over and laid in some shots of his own. Xavier shoved Dex off before thumbing him in the eye. Dex staggered and Xavier grabbed him in the center of the cage and went for a snap DDT but Dex slipped out of it before going for The Crowning but at the last minute, X slipped out and it was just Dex’s momentum that went down in the hell in a cell and he fell through it, crashing down onto the canvas with a loud thud and the crowd gasped. Dexter was knocked out. Xavier climbed down the cage before getting back into the ring and sliding in. He took a chair and slammed it over Dex a few more times for good measure before he looked back at the camera with a sickening grin. X then pins Dexter and he picked up the three count and the win. WINNER Xavier Laroux METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 22:10 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
RINGSIDE
“Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA system and out walks NATHAN CALLAGHAN! And by his side was Blair Cambell, the new boss of GEW. They make it to the ring and Nathan begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Liberty Pro… It’s good to be back! Now, I know I put Jade in charge but I can’t help but have my hand in a few things. And I’m sure you’re wondering why Blair is here, right? Well, that’s because we have an important announcement.
Nathan nods as he continues on.
Nathan Callaghan: GEW and Liberty Pro need to have a close, working relationship. So, in two weeks.. We will be having a co-super show event, called Kings & Queens of New York!
Blair claps her hands and Nathan nods before going to give her the microphone when “Infinite” by Silverstein blares over the PA system and out charges Jade Night, who has a pissed look on her face. She quickly makes her way down the ring and slides with a microphone in hand.
Jade Night: No, no, no! You can’t just make this decision without me.
Nathan Callaghan: I can because this is my company. Deal with it.
Jade steps up to her future father in law and scoffs.
Jade Night: No! I won’t deal with it. But I will deal with you.
Jade then points at Blair who looks offended.
Jade Night: AND HER!
Nathan laughs as he waves Jade off.
Nathan Callaghan: You’ll do nothing of the sort. Now, be a good girl and go wait backstage.
Jade shook her head.
Jade Night: No. You need to focus on Thunder Dome, Nate. This is my turf now and you know what? I want you two gone. If we deal with GEW, then I deal with it and I deal with Blair. I don’t need her fluttering her eyes at you to get her way.
Nathan Callaghan: How about we make a wager then?
Jade’s brow furrows as Nate points to Blair.
Blair Cambell: Five of yours versus five of mine in a Wargames match. And hey, I’ll even use some of my roster members who are signed here to make things fair for you.
Jade’s grip on the mic becomes tight as she grits her teeth.
Jade Night: Fine. I’ll announce my five after tonight..
Blair scoffs as she responds.
Blair Cambell: Why? Scared? Or maybe you know nobody will fight for you? It doesn’t matter though. The five for Team GEW will be Scotty Latimer, Kendrick Kross, Precious Pepper Vain, Xavier Laroux and Cole King!
Jade rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: Good for you. But like I said, I’ll announce mine later.
Jade drops her mic and walks off, leaving Nathan and Blair in the ring as they finish announcing their huge announcement.
“Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA system and out walks NATHAN CALLAGHAN! And by his side was Blair Cambell, the new boss of GEW. They make it to the ring and Nathan begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Liberty Pro… It’s good to be back! Now, I know I put Jade in charge but I can’t help but have my hand in a few things. And I’m sure you’re wondering why Blair is here, right? Well, that’s because we have an important announcement.
Nathan nods as he continues on.
Nathan Callaghan: GEW and Liberty Pro need to have a close, working relationship. So, in two weeks.. We will be having a co-super show event, called Kings & Queens of New York!
Blair claps her hands and Nathan nods before going to give her the microphone when “Infinite” by Silverstein blares over the PA system and out charges Jade Night, who has a pissed look on her face. She quickly makes her way down the ring and slides with a microphone in hand.
Jade Night: No, no, no! You can’t just make this decision without me.
Nathan Callaghan: I can because this is my company. Deal with it.
Jade steps up to her future father in law and scoffs.
Jade Night: No! I won’t deal with it. But I will deal with you.
Jade then points at Blair who looks offended.
Jade Night: AND HER!
Nathan laughs as he waves Jade off.
Nathan Callaghan: You’ll do nothing of the sort. Now, be a good girl and go wait backstage.
Jade shook her head.
Jade Night: No. You need to focus on Thunder Dome, Nate. This is my turf now and you know what? I want you two gone. If we deal with GEW, then I deal with it and I deal with Blair. I don’t need her fluttering her eyes at you to get her way.
Nathan Callaghan: How about we make a wager then?
Jade’s brow furrows as Nate points to Blair.
Blair Cambell: Five of yours versus five of mine in a Wargames match. And hey, I’ll even use some of my roster members who are signed here to make things fair for you.
Jade’s grip on the mic becomes tight as she grits her teeth.
Jade Night: Fine. I’ll announce my five after tonight..
Blair scoffs as she responds.
Blair Cambell: Why? Scared? Or maybe you know nobody will fight for you? It doesn’t matter though. The five for Team GEW will be Scotty Latimer, Kendrick Kross, Precious Pepper Vain, Xavier Laroux and Cole King!
Jade rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: Good for you. But like I said, I’ll announce mine later.
Jade drops her mic and walks off, leaving Nathan and Blair in the ring as they finish announcing their huge announcement.
MAIN EVENT: NO DQ FOR THE LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Helena Noir vs Kendrick Kross
Helena Noir vs Kendrick Kross
| RECAP This match was almost like a coming out party for Kendrick Kross. He showed grit and toughness against Helena Noir as he constantly kept her back against the wall but Helena wasn’t taking him easily either, which is why the match was going so back and forth. But alas, the Liberty Champion started to gain momentum before she hooked Kendrick into her guillotine! But wait...Scotty Latimer came out and he started to clobber Helena with lefts and rights. Kendrick and Scotty, two members of Team GEW, beat down Helena. Now outcomes Xavier Laroux and Precious Pepper Vain! It’s a four on one affair! Helena can’t do much now and it looks like she might be on the verge of losing her Liberty Championship but no! The Pride come down to the ring and they start to clear people off of Helena. And it’s not over yet, as Alex Reeves and Melanie are in the ring now too! And then Jade Night, who goes right for Xavier Laroux! Jade decks Xavier right in the face with a steel chair and he goes flying out of the ring. The ring is now cleared and Helena hits Kendrick Kross with her Fondu Au Noir and he taps out! The bell rings and Helena is given her Liberty Championship. Jade stands in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand right next to Helena, and surrounding them is Alex Reeves, Melanie, Jacob Daniels and Chase Hunter. Jade Night: You want to know my five for Team Liberty, Blair? Well, if you’ve been paying attention over the last couple of weeks, you’d have seen that I’ve been getting the right people on my side for a rainy day like this. Oh yeah, Coral and Nami? I brought in The Pride especially for you two. You should thank Nate for that. Jade chuckles before continuing on. Jade Night: Team Liberty is Alex Reeves, Melanie, The Pride and the Liberty Champion Helena Noir. Your cronies don’t stand a fucking chance against this five. You wanted war? Then you’ve got one. Jade drops the mic and the last scene of the show is of her and her five chosen competitors in the ring, staring down the four out of five members of Team GEW that are in attendance. WINNER Helena Noir METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 18:32 FINISHING MOVE Fondu Au Noir |