Post by Jade Night on Dec 24, 2020 2:54:30 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Festivus For The Rest of Us
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020
Festivus For The Rest of Us
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020
MATCH ONE: OPEN CHALLENGE
Freddie Hjalmar VS ??
Freddie Hjalmar VS ??
RECAP We find ourselves with Freddie Hjalmar in the ring with a microphone, ready to bring out another open challenge. Freddie Hjalamar: I heard we have a special talent ready to come out and fight me tonight for another one of my open challenges. Could it be a Callaghan? Maybe a former Liberty Champion? Maybe some hometown hero? Whoever it is, they are not The Chosen. I am! Now bring out the loser! Just then the would-be-opponent is tossed out on the stage in a bloody heap. When a large and intense looking man walks out. He eyes up Freddie before coming down to the ring. The ring announcer calls him Caine Ellis. The bell sounds and Caine charges Freddie, leveling him with a spear. Caine pulls Feddie up but is able to hit a series of knees that back off Caine, he then charges and drops him with a sling blade. Freddie uses his speed to get up and connect with a spinning roundhouse. But Caine keeps getting back up to his feet. Freddie is able to hit his Ex-Voto (Hurricanrana Driver) and Caine seems to be down. He then gets to the top and looks for The Rose (Meteora) but Caine gets back up and catches Freddie in the air, tossing him with an exploder suplex. He keeps it up with a trio of rolling suplexes. But rather than pin Freddie, Caine lifts him up with an overhead belly to belly suplex, tossing him out of the ring. Freddie lands outside in a pile with Ellis following him. Caine tosses Freddie into the steel steps and then shoulder first into the ring post. Caine rolls Freddie into the ring and he is still defiant as he slaps Caine across the face. Ellis responds with powerbombing Freddie into the turnbuckle and follows with a running knee to the face of Freddie. He pulls him to the middle of the ring and slams him down with a Doomsday Saito. Freddie slowly gets up but he’s dropped down with a thrust kick to the face. Caine then locks in a Bararm sleeper, forcing Freddie to pass out. WINNER Cain Ellis METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 6:12 FINISHING MOVE Bararm Sleeper |
BACKSTAGE
CVO: "You know what hell is?"
Spoken calmly, her voice like an inviting gesture as the camera faded in, her blurry image as she sat on that black leather couch in her sleeveless purple dress became sharp. From obscure to defined, her red hair free to fall down her shoulders, her long legs crossed at the knee with a pump wearin' foot idly bouncing while her arms were stretched across the expanse of the couch's back. Those blue eyes watched the camera just like a predatory cat watched people through the bars of the cage.
CVO: "It's not being able to do what you know you can do. It's staring down what you want and not reaching out to take it because something holds you back, you're in a gilded cage, restricting you from reaching beyond your means because you tried to keep yourself safe. That's hell. Hell is a prison of our own making. I made mine trying to play by rules that I never made while my opponents did whatever the fuck that they wanted to. I fucked up playing that game, I fucked up trying to be safe while chasing my dreams."
Smiling, but that smile didn't reach her eyes. It was a smile that wasn't unlike that of her brother's Those were legs were uncrossed. Her feet met the floor and the camera lifted just in time to see her grab up her bat, that barbed wire wrapped "one handed" club known as "Revy." Hefting it up, she rested it against her shoulder as she leaned in.
CVO: "But now? Now, I'm coming for what's mine. For what I want, and the only fuckin' rules involved are the ones I break to get what I want. Consider yourselves on notice."
And without a further word? She was standing up to her feet and cutting that camera feed herself by smashing it to bits with Revy, shrieking like a fucking wild woman without a single prompting.
CVO: "You know what hell is?"
Spoken calmly, her voice like an inviting gesture as the camera faded in, her blurry image as she sat on that black leather couch in her sleeveless purple dress became sharp. From obscure to defined, her red hair free to fall down her shoulders, her long legs crossed at the knee with a pump wearin' foot idly bouncing while her arms were stretched across the expanse of the couch's back. Those blue eyes watched the camera just like a predatory cat watched people through the bars of the cage.
CVO: "It's not being able to do what you know you can do. It's staring down what you want and not reaching out to take it because something holds you back, you're in a gilded cage, restricting you from reaching beyond your means because you tried to keep yourself safe. That's hell. Hell is a prison of our own making. I made mine trying to play by rules that I never made while my opponents did whatever the fuck that they wanted to. I fucked up playing that game, I fucked up trying to be safe while chasing my dreams."
Smiling, but that smile didn't reach her eyes. It was a smile that wasn't unlike that of her brother's Those were legs were uncrossed. Her feet met the floor and the camera lifted just in time to see her grab up her bat, that barbed wire wrapped "one handed" club known as "Revy." Hefting it up, she rested it against her shoulder as she leaned in.
CVO: "But now? Now, I'm coming for what's mine. For what I want, and the only fuckin' rules involved are the ones I break to get what I want. Consider yourselves on notice."
And without a further word? She was standing up to her feet and cutting that camera feed herself by smashing it to bits with Revy, shrieking like a fucking wild woman without a single prompting.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Corey Grimes in his locker room with his girlfriend, Juliana Rodriguez. The two are talking when Corey notices the camera and he gave Jewels a nod before getting up and walking to the camera.
Corey Grimes: What’s up? You know, Gavin and Izzi have appeared on these shows and I decided I needed to get in on the action.
He laughed lightly and continued on.
Corey Grimes: Brit Anders and I have been going at it for awhile now and you know what? It’s going to be nice finally getting my hands on her. She talks a lot of shit and she just hasn’t been coming at me, but she’s been coming at my sister and my cousin. She thinks just because she got lucky winning that championship of hers, that she’s one of the best in the world. But she isn’t and tonight? I’m gonna prove that.
He stepped closer to the camera and peered into it.
Corey Grimes: And I’m going to do that by making you bleed, Brit. I’m going to cut that fake plastic face of yours and see if you actually bleed red.
A playful, sinister grin runs over his face.
Corey Grimes: I know how much your conceited ass cherishes that face of yours so you can bet your ass that it’s what I’m going to target. And then when I’m done with you? Your bragging bullshit is done and over with and you’ll admit that I’m better. It’s as simple as that. And I got nothing else to say about it. I’m going to let my actions do the talking. See you out there, Brit.
Corey walks off and the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Corey Grimes in his locker room with his girlfriend, Juliana Rodriguez. The two are talking when Corey notices the camera and he gave Jewels a nod before getting up and walking to the camera.
Corey Grimes: What’s up? You know, Gavin and Izzi have appeared on these shows and I decided I needed to get in on the action.
He laughed lightly and continued on.
Corey Grimes: Brit Anders and I have been going at it for awhile now and you know what? It’s going to be nice finally getting my hands on her. She talks a lot of shit and she just hasn’t been coming at me, but she’s been coming at my sister and my cousin. She thinks just because she got lucky winning that championship of hers, that she’s one of the best in the world. But she isn’t and tonight? I’m gonna prove that.
He stepped closer to the camera and peered into it.
Corey Grimes: And I’m going to do that by making you bleed, Brit. I’m going to cut that fake plastic face of yours and see if you actually bleed red.
A playful, sinister grin runs over his face.
Corey Grimes: I know how much your conceited ass cherishes that face of yours so you can bet your ass that it’s what I’m going to target. And then when I’m done with you? Your bragging bullshit is done and over with and you’ll admit that I’m better. It’s as simple as that. And I got nothing else to say about it. I’m going to let my actions do the talking. See you out there, Brit.
Corey walks off and the scene cuts away.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
CVO vs Julio Banks
CVO vs Julio Banks
RECAP The match between Banks and the CVO started relatively with a battle of gamesmanship. Banks started with some deep armddrags into wrestling the THOT Squad Patrol Leader down into a pin for a count of one. To that end CVO came right back with a single leg takedown and began to pull some of her own impressive matwork, before thumbing Julio in the eye while making it look like a side headlock before using a basement dropkick to the knee followed by a basement hurricanrana to spike Banks head on the mat for a two count. CVO proceeded to treat this like she’d already won, even going as far as taking out her cell phone and taking a selfie over Julio’s body while he rubbed his eye from the earlier cheap shot. That of course, did not sit well with The International. CVO continued pushing her advantage after putting her phone away, getting in some elbow shots and knees to the gut, peppering Julio with blows and slowly working him into a corner before getting a few liver punches in that stagged him in a corner. Not for long however as CVO went for a running hip attack from the opposite corner and instead ate a running back elbow that nearly took her head off, compliments of Julio Banks. A late two count immediately focused Banks into setting up On The Brink, trapping the resident Instathot in a cloverleaf. This led to CVO reaching for the ropes before closing her eyes in pain. For a moment it seems like she will tap but as the ref bends down to check on her, one hand of CVO’s extends and she grabs the ref by the belt to jerk them over her and into Banks, causing a collision and the hold to break. The International takes exception to this and begins arguing with the ref, but as they mouth off Banks scores a quick cheap shot to the side of CVO’s head as she recovers with the heel of his boot before going for another pin. Banks works over her from here, snapping off a German at one point before he heads to the top for a moonsault. He plays to the crowd a little too much however as the THOT Squad Patrol Leader throws herself on the nearest rope and he straddles the turnbuckle in pain. CVO sets him up in a tree of woe but this time hits a running claymore kick as Banks does a hanging sit-up, catching him in the back of the head and dropping him. CVO takes a while to drag him to the middle, asking the ref if they’d be willing to take photo with her after “for the ‘gram.” As the ref talks her up, CVO is all smiles, nodding along while grinding her boot in Banks’ face just because. CVO heads to the apron, looking for her 720 DDT. She leaps off the ropes but Banks hits her with a gorgeous shoulder tackle, swatting her out of mid-air. The International immediately goes for the pin, but with his feet on the ropes. The ref is about to count a three...But sees this and begins reading Banks the riot act. Banks, angry about the ref, points out all the times CVO has pulled something and gotten away with it. Both the official and the wrestler in question argue about this at length but The Cat! Is back near the apron and pulling herself up by the ropes. The moment Julio Banks looks around for her, it’s a springboard into her 720 DDT and a three count. WINNER CVO METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:52 FINISHING MOVE Cancel Culture |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to Megan Monroe of Millennium backstage in her VIP locker room. She was sitting behind a fancy table with her MWE Intercontinental Championship sitting in front of her.
Megan Monroe: Precious Pepper Vain… Tonight, I add to my collection of championships as I take that Anarchy Championship from you.
Meg glances over at the camera now and she glares into it.
Megan Monroe: You think you’re better than me, don’t you? Why is that? Because you have two championships? How about you call me when you hold one of them for nine months, going onto ten months, because that’s what I have done with my Intercontinental Championship, which I continue to add prestige to. It’s not about quantity, it’s about quality. And the quality of your reigns?
Megan scoffed and shook her head.
Megan Monroe: There is nothing to run home about when you constantly beat down a loser like Kendrick Kross. You’re out here playing with children. You’re playing checkers while I’m out here playing chess. You don’t know how to make the moves that I make. You don’t know how to build a legacy like I do. But whatever. I will fight you and I will stoop down to your Anarchy Championship, just so I can take it from you.
Megan stood up from the table and she walked over to the camera, her Intercontinental Championship on her shoulder now. She glanced over to her championship and smiled before looking back at the camera.
Megan Monroe: Maybe one day you’ll be on my level. But today is not that day. I will put you down like the dog you are. You hear me? You are beneath me and the rest of the world is going to see that. It’s over for you. Now get out of my face. I’m done wasting my breath on this.
Megan shoos the camera away with her hand and the scene cuts away.
We cut to Megan Monroe of Millennium backstage in her VIP locker room. She was sitting behind a fancy table with her MWE Intercontinental Championship sitting in front of her.
Megan Monroe: Precious Pepper Vain… Tonight, I add to my collection of championships as I take that Anarchy Championship from you.
Meg glances over at the camera now and she glares into it.
Megan Monroe: You think you’re better than me, don’t you? Why is that? Because you have two championships? How about you call me when you hold one of them for nine months, going onto ten months, because that’s what I have done with my Intercontinental Championship, which I continue to add prestige to. It’s not about quantity, it’s about quality. And the quality of your reigns?
Megan scoffed and shook her head.
Megan Monroe: There is nothing to run home about when you constantly beat down a loser like Kendrick Kross. You’re out here playing with children. You’re playing checkers while I’m out here playing chess. You don’t know how to make the moves that I make. You don’t know how to build a legacy like I do. But whatever. I will fight you and I will stoop down to your Anarchy Championship, just so I can take it from you.
Megan stood up from the table and she walked over to the camera, her Intercontinental Championship on her shoulder now. She glanced over to her championship and smiled before looking back at the camera.
Megan Monroe: Maybe one day you’ll be on my level. But today is not that day. I will put you down like the dog you are. You hear me? You are beneath me and the rest of the world is going to see that. It’s over for you. Now get out of my face. I’m done wasting my breath on this.
Megan shoos the camera away with her hand and the scene cuts away.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Kasey Kash vs Brady Vega
Kasey Kash vs Brady Vega
RECAP Kasey Kash and Brady Vega square off immediately at the bell, Kasey going for an early advantage after a thumb to the eye on Brady. Frankly during the opening moments of the match Kash is doing all he can to get in Vega’s head, doing a bunch of tiny but very annoying things like ducking through the ropes to get the referee to back Brady off and so forth. Brady gets positively heated at one point and explodes all over Kasey, who slides out of the ring to get a breather on the outside only to be smashed into as Brady comes over the top rope with a big Tope Con Hilo! Brady and Kasey quickly return to the ring after a bit of brawling, a lot of threats coming back and forth of course. There's a lot of booing for Vega's antics which only increase at this, though after some nasty cat calls he points directly at the fans and points at them, yelling for them to shut up. He rolls his eyes and orders the referee to do something about the disrespect but then his eyes go wide as his pointing hand is suddenly grabbed at the wrist and twisted viciously into an Armbar, Kasey's foot slams into his side to add more pressure to the hold and then Brady yelps in surprise as Kasey yanks him forward and slams his elbow into his face repeatedly! It’s all Kasey Kash there for a bit, Kash goes for a kick to the midsection, it connects and bends Vega over but when he grabs him for a Blue Thunder Bomb attempt, Brady's elbow connects again with his chin and Kasey goes down to one knee with his right arm down on the mat to try and brace himself and then Vega steps off Kash's raised knee with one foot, swinging his other leg over and strikes Kasey's head with the side of his knee sharply for a Shining Wizard! Kash reels and goes down flat on the mat after the knee to the head, Vega rolls through and comes to his feet, and then runs over to the ropes on the side as Kasey is getting to his feet before he charges towards Kash who ducks the Clothesline attempt and recovers fast, leaping at the close ropes to come off with a Canberra Collapse, the Springboard Cutter practically wiping out Vega! There's a pin attempt but Vega kicks out! Another after a repeat elbow to the face, but Vega kicks out again! They both rise a bit slowly but Kasey makes it to his feet first and then runs at the ropes to rebound off towards the still rising Brady, who out of nowhere jumps up with a sort of high Crossbody Block that once more has both wrestlers on the mat. This time it's Brady who makes it to his feet first and while he wobbles Kasey kips up and then flips up to deliver an amazing version of his Ripcord Bicycle Knee! He's looking for a Shining Wizard of his own, the Aussie Knee Party - but Vega falls over and Kash misses the mark - but his foot clips the referee on his way down to the mat! He pins Vega, stacking him up but realizes that the ref is down so he lets go and moves to check on him. This is a mistake as Vega quickly exits the ring and slides a chair in, following it and then just pasting the hell out of Kasey as he straightens up after rousing the referee, Vega flinging the chair out of the ring before the ref sees it and he lays Kash out before scrambling up to the top rope and flying off with his Malicious Intent, the Phoenix Splash and the referee crawls over and manages to make the three count for a gloating Brady Vega. WINNER Brady Vega METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:52 FINISHING MOVE Phoenix Splash |
BACKSTAGE
The new number one contender to the Anarchy Championship is standing together with Dante Chapel, her boyfriend Josh Anderson standing behind her. Dressed in her ring gear and looking ready to go, Cait Flanagan gives Dante a charming smile.
Dante: Hey, Cait! Can I get your thoughts before you go on to face Kendrick Kross tonight?
Cait rolls her eyes at the mention of her opponent’s name, sighing heavily.
Cait: If you must.
Dante: So how does it feel, knowing that you’re going up against a two-time Anarchy Champion before you take on PPV?
The Million Dollar Baby raises an eyebrow at Dante, then busts out laughing.
Cait: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… well, no, I’m not actually. Because you see Dante, the only times that Kendrick Kross has been able to capture the Anarchy Championship was when the title was on the line under 24/7 rules. Every time he’s made an attempt to claim it in the ring, he’s failed. So while that’s a nice little thing to put on a piece of paper, I know that his title reigns - if you even want to call them that - have lasted less that twenty-four hours, combined.
Dante: Sounds like you’re pretty confident.
Cait: I am. And I have good reason to be. Kendrick Kross wants to make a big deal out of how mean and scary he is, but he doesn’t understand who he’s facing tonight. I’ve watched him fail time and time again because he doesn’t have what I have. Sure, he’s angry, he’s annoyed that when he gets an actual match for the Anarchy Championship, he chokes. But he seems to think that his anger and his insecurities are enough to get past me.
Dante: And they’re not?
Cait: No, Dante, they aren’t. Because unlike Kendrick, I’m not driven by anger. My cardinal sins are greed and pride. I want what I want, and I don’t care what I have to do in order to get it. Tonight, Kendrick is going to learn that. And in 2021, so will PPV, when I leave her broken and bloody with her championship in my hand.
Dante lifts the mic to start asking another question, but Josh takes it from his hand and flings it down the hallway, escorting his girlfriend away.
The new number one contender to the Anarchy Championship is standing together with Dante Chapel, her boyfriend Josh Anderson standing behind her. Dressed in her ring gear and looking ready to go, Cait Flanagan gives Dante a charming smile.
Dante: Hey, Cait! Can I get your thoughts before you go on to face Kendrick Kross tonight?
Cait rolls her eyes at the mention of her opponent’s name, sighing heavily.
Cait: If you must.
Dante: So how does it feel, knowing that you’re going up against a two-time Anarchy Champion before you take on PPV?
The Million Dollar Baby raises an eyebrow at Dante, then busts out laughing.
Cait: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… well, no, I’m not actually. Because you see Dante, the only times that Kendrick Kross has been able to capture the Anarchy Championship was when the title was on the line under 24/7 rules. Every time he’s made an attempt to claim it in the ring, he’s failed. So while that’s a nice little thing to put on a piece of paper, I know that his title reigns - if you even want to call them that - have lasted less that twenty-four hours, combined.
Dante: Sounds like you’re pretty confident.
Cait: I am. And I have good reason to be. Kendrick Kross wants to make a big deal out of how mean and scary he is, but he doesn’t understand who he’s facing tonight. I’ve watched him fail time and time again because he doesn’t have what I have. Sure, he’s angry, he’s annoyed that when he gets an actual match for the Anarchy Championship, he chokes. But he seems to think that his anger and his insecurities are enough to get past me.
Dante: And they’re not?
Cait: No, Dante, they aren’t. Because unlike Kendrick, I’m not driven by anger. My cardinal sins are greed and pride. I want what I want, and I don’t care what I have to do in order to get it. Tonight, Kendrick is going to learn that. And in 2021, so will PPV, when I leave her broken and bloody with her championship in my hand.
Dante lifts the mic to start asking another question, but Josh takes it from his hand and flings it down the hallway, escorting his girlfriend away.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Jordan Parker-Kane vs Hope Williams
Jordan Parker-Kane vs Hope Williams
RECAP The match was almost not a match as, despite it being his long-awaited return to wrestling, Jordan Parker was reluctant to even get in the ring with Hope Willams much less fight her. The idea of wrestling his biological mother not setting well with Jordan. Hope wasn't thrilled with the idea herself, but still, she stood in the ring demanding he join her. Once finally inside the ring, the referee calls for a bell, but Jordan still refuses to do much more than slide around the ring with seemingly effortless ease as he avoids her attempt to hit him. After several moments like this Hope finally connects with a heel kick that knocks Jordan back. As he shakes his head Hope charges and hits a dropkick. Hope Williams takes control, trying to lock Jordan in various submissions to wear down her son. Jordan slips out of them, showing off his technical prowess as a submission specialist. Growing tired of the game, Jordan turns and makes his way to the ropes to leave the ring. Getting frustrated, Hope yells at him. "Fight me already" and slams her forearm into the back of his neck before he could get out of the ring. The crowd has an audible gasp as Jordan's neck issues have been well known in the wrestling and MMA world. Barely moving after the shot, Jordan takes several deep breaths as he looks down before he suddenly snaps his arm back hitting Hope across the face with a spinning back fist. "Remember, you asked for this." He says as he stalks over to her the look in his eyes completely different, almost devoid of feeling or emotion. Jordan goes on the attack with brutal and vicious kicks to Hope's legs, then chest. He has her drapped in the corner before he springboards off the ropes for a knee right to the temple. She appears to be out of it as she stumbles forward. Jordan grabs her before she can fall, wrapping his arms around her neck in a standing guillotine choke. Hope doesn't seem responsive as her knees start to give way. The referee tell Jordan to break the hold as he calls for the bell. Jordan seems to enjoy what's happening as he squeezes harder for several moments before dropping the body of Hope Williams. The crowd watches on, unsure how to react. WINNER JPK METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 8:32 FINISHING MOVE Standing Guillotine Choke |
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick is caught watching his previous match against Jade and still clearly pissed off he turns the TV off and flings the remote at it breaking the remote and the screen of the TV.
Kendrick Kross: Still bullshit. She needed help to beat me, fucking bullshit. I don’t get it, how she can be happy over a win that she needed help in. But whatever. If she wants to be happy with that let her be. Fucking idiot.
Anyways I got Cait at this show in a hardcore match. This isn’t just a match I need to win to get myself back in the win column and towards that belt again but to show Liberty some shit.
Kendrick clearly isn’t happy and it seems not just to be over that match. He grabs the TV he was watching and pulls it off the wall sending it crashing to the floor.
Kendrick Kross: I’ve never and never will be one of those people here in Liberty that is seen as the top talent or someone that is a golden child. Even if I were to win ten in a row I’d still not be viewed as that. Why? Because I’m me. I’m not a big name and never have been. Hell, I can’t even get shots at the Anarchy title and when I get shots at other titles something happens that I won’t win it. Look at my shot at the Liberty Championship.
Kendricks face turns bright red at this point. Clearly frustrated.
Kendrick Kross: Liberty just is some bullshit it seems, at least when it comes to giving me opportunities. Jade made sure she won and it put me further back. She clearly has it out for me and the rest of us that were on team GEW. That’s why this match isn’t a match that I am going to lose. This is a match that I have to win. Me beating Cait is something that has to happen to make sure I make my way back up the food chain. Whether I get a shot at the Anarchy Title or another one I don’t care. I will make sure I make my way towards where I want to be. If that means me hurting Cait and beating her to within an inch of her life I will.
Kross begins to smirk as his face starts to go back to his complexion.
Kendrick Kross: So Nate and Jade better pay close attention because I’m sick of where I’m at. I’m sick of being just seemingly held back. The way I see it is fuck what Liberty wants. Fuck whoever is trying to pull strings I’m not going to just sit back and let things happen and watch them play out. This is the time where I make sure I get what I want and that begins with bloodying Cait.
So Cait don’t think you’re winning this match. I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure I take you out. You may want that Anarchy Championship but I’m going to make sure you don’t get anywhere near it. Guaranteed.
A smirk from Kendrick is seen as he pushes the camera out of the way knocking it to the floor as a door is heard slamming as he walks out of the room.
Kendrick is caught watching his previous match against Jade and still clearly pissed off he turns the TV off and flings the remote at it breaking the remote and the screen of the TV.
Kendrick Kross: Still bullshit. She needed help to beat me, fucking bullshit. I don’t get it, how she can be happy over a win that she needed help in. But whatever. If she wants to be happy with that let her be. Fucking idiot.
Anyways I got Cait at this show in a hardcore match. This isn’t just a match I need to win to get myself back in the win column and towards that belt again but to show Liberty some shit.
Kendrick clearly isn’t happy and it seems not just to be over that match. He grabs the TV he was watching and pulls it off the wall sending it crashing to the floor.
Kendrick Kross: I’ve never and never will be one of those people here in Liberty that is seen as the top talent or someone that is a golden child. Even if I were to win ten in a row I’d still not be viewed as that. Why? Because I’m me. I’m not a big name and never have been. Hell, I can’t even get shots at the Anarchy title and when I get shots at other titles something happens that I won’t win it. Look at my shot at the Liberty Championship.
Kendricks face turns bright red at this point. Clearly frustrated.
Kendrick Kross: Liberty just is some bullshit it seems, at least when it comes to giving me opportunities. Jade made sure she won and it put me further back. She clearly has it out for me and the rest of us that were on team GEW. That’s why this match isn’t a match that I am going to lose. This is a match that I have to win. Me beating Cait is something that has to happen to make sure I make my way back up the food chain. Whether I get a shot at the Anarchy Title or another one I don’t care. I will make sure I make my way towards where I want to be. If that means me hurting Cait and beating her to within an inch of her life I will.
Kross begins to smirk as his face starts to go back to his complexion.
Kendrick Kross: So Nate and Jade better pay close attention because I’m sick of where I’m at. I’m sick of being just seemingly held back. The way I see it is fuck what Liberty wants. Fuck whoever is trying to pull strings I’m not going to just sit back and let things happen and watch them play out. This is the time where I make sure I get what I want and that begins with bloodying Cait.
So Cait don’t think you’re winning this match. I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure I take you out. You may want that Anarchy Championship but I’m going to make sure you don’t get anywhere near it. Guaranteed.
A smirk from Kendrick is seen as he pushes the camera out of the way knocking it to the floor as a door is heard slamming as he walks out of the room.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to grainy footage of a small pile of bricks. The camera pulls back to reveal Oliver Thurston-Knott, dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and boots. He is somewhere backstage, the room dimly-lit, but clear enough to make out the rest of ROTTEN slouched on a sofa in the background. We pan across the blank expressions of Micaela, Rory and Clara, with Ivy and Evie perched on each arm of the sofa. OTK glances down at the bricks then stares into the camera.
OTK: Tables, ladder and chairs, huh? That's cool, we'll bring our own tools - the tools of the revolution. Just know whatever happens tonight, this isn't about some belts. We don't even see the point in wrestling half of the time - it only lines the pockets of bloated scum - so what makes you think we'll put our bodies through hell just for some gold plated leather? What makes you think we'll shed blood - ours and our opponents'? These matches can knock a few years off your life so why should we compete?
He looks over his shoulder to some chuckles from ROTTEN. Rory shrugs his shoulders in an exaggerated fashion.
OTK: We compete when WE choose to compete, when it contributes to fulfilling The Ten Year Plan. This is about sending a message and sending it as far and wide as possible. It always has been. The Tag Team Championships aren't specifically relevant to our agenda, we won't be living out some childhood dream by fastening them round our waists. But they are relevant to you, the viewer at home, the fan in attendance. Thousands of people will watch this match, transfixed by the dangerous feats of Liberty's tag team division. Whoever comes out with the belts on their shoulders will surely command a bigger audience, right?
A wry smile spreads across his face.
OTK: That's all we really want. For now.
Our view suddenly cuts to static.
We cut backstage to grainy footage of a small pile of bricks. The camera pulls back to reveal Oliver Thurston-Knott, dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and boots. He is somewhere backstage, the room dimly-lit, but clear enough to make out the rest of ROTTEN slouched on a sofa in the background. We pan across the blank expressions of Micaela, Rory and Clara, with Ivy and Evie perched on each arm of the sofa. OTK glances down at the bricks then stares into the camera.
OTK: Tables, ladder and chairs, huh? That's cool, we'll bring our own tools - the tools of the revolution. Just know whatever happens tonight, this isn't about some belts. We don't even see the point in wrestling half of the time - it only lines the pockets of bloated scum - so what makes you think we'll put our bodies through hell just for some gold plated leather? What makes you think we'll shed blood - ours and our opponents'? These matches can knock a few years off your life so why should we compete?
He looks over his shoulder to some chuckles from ROTTEN. Rory shrugs his shoulders in an exaggerated fashion.
OTK: We compete when WE choose to compete, when it contributes to fulfilling The Ten Year Plan. This is about sending a message and sending it as far and wide as possible. It always has been. The Tag Team Championships aren't specifically relevant to our agenda, we won't be living out some childhood dream by fastening them round our waists. But they are relevant to you, the viewer at home, the fan in attendance. Thousands of people will watch this match, transfixed by the dangerous feats of Liberty's tag team division. Whoever comes out with the belts on their shoulders will surely command a bigger audience, right?
A wry smile spreads across his face.
OTK: That's all we really want. For now.
Our view suddenly cuts to static.
MATCH FIVE: HARDCORE MATCH
Cait Flanagan vs Kendrick Kross
Cait Flanagan vs Kendrick Kross
RECAP Kross led the beginning of the match, a snap suplex into an attempted kimura but Cait quickly escaped out of it, catching him with a forearm to the crotch. She began waxing why so few wrestlers are smart enough to do that at the beginning of the match. Flanagan rolled out, setting up a table on the outside. Flanagan had it set up halfway before Kendrick followed after her. Josh Anderson at ringside would finish setting up the table for The Million Dollar Baby. Kross and Flanagan beat on each other, until K2 got his hands on a singapore cane and began to turn the tide. LOUD smacks of wood on skin echoed throughout the Barclays Center. He cracked her across the head and dropped her but drew no blood. Josh Anderson came to intervene on Cait’s behalf but took a swing to the head from the cane as well. After that Kross went back for his true opponent, finding her nearby and still laid out. K2 swung down but Flanagan had an arm under the apron to block the downswing with a baseball bat...Before hopping up and swinging her bat upward to crack Kross upside the head. K2 was on the defensive from there, stumbling until The Million Dollar Baby’s partner in crime rugby tackled Kendrick through the table that had been set up earlier. This did take Anderson out of the match but K2 was hurting severely. Flanagan rolled her bat into the ring before forcibly dragging Kross back. She hung his torso between the first and second ropes before she grabbed the bat and stood on the apron, apparently ready to put an end to K2 execution-style. A burst of energy however saw Kross jerk his torso away at the last second as Cait swung down the bat to hit nothing. Fluidly Kendrick leaped over the ropes and onto the apron before clotheslining Cait back INTO the ring! Yes, all in one fluid motion because Kendrick Kross. K2 was not moving as fast thanks in part to the table from earlier but began picking her apart with some mat work interspersed with a springboard heel kick for a two count. Kross set up Flanagan at one point for a draping DDT on the ropes, but she dug into her boot for a travel size bottle of CHANEL N°5 Eau de parfum, and spritzed it in his eyes! With him blinded Cait got her bat again and hit him with a baseball bat aided Belfast Necktie to got a near three. The Million Dollar Baby now began to work Kross over, at one point standing on his wrist and smashing his hand with the handle of the bat. K2 was unmoving but Cait wanted to put an exclamation on the match. A recovered Josh Anderson handed her a pair of steel chairs. Cait went about unfolding them in front of Kross’s body with bad intentions for an Irish Goodbye. She forced him up and hooked at his arms but K2 slipped out of The Million Dollar Baby’s grip to twist her arm around and hit a jumping knee strike over the chairs before northern lights suplexing her onto them! Cait writhed in pain, laying on the unfolded chairs as Kross had to physically drag himself onto the top rope for a Phoenix Splash, warping the two chairs under Cait in the process but picking up the three. Kross was slow to get up, both competitors in absolute agony. Hugging his ribs, K2 bellowed that he’s the true Anarchy Championship number one contender as Josh checked on his girlfriend. WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:57 FINISHING MOVE Phoenix Splash |
BACKSTAGE
The start of the video begins with a lower third reading ‘EARLIER THIS MONTH’ before we cut to a small metalworking garage. Judging by the quality of the recording, this might be all done by iPhone. Mighty Sparrow pokes his head into the shot of his cell before beginning to narrate the goings on. He disappears out of the shot again and zooms in on a table with a plateless strap of black leather. What was obviously once a championship belt of some now defunct company has now had all its plates removed entirely. The only thing left on the otherwise naked leather are its fastening snaps and belt tips, both in white gold. One can assume Sparrow probably pawned off or had the original plates melted down.
Assume that Sparrow had the original center and side plates melted down.
A number of tiny screws for the side plates and backing are set about in a small bowl next to the strap as Sparrow sets his phone on a smartphone tripod so he can work as he talks. The first thing he produces to put onto the soon-to-be official (as of now actually unofficial) Liberty Pro King of New York championship is the main plate of the championship. The Caribbean wrestler has obviously spared no expense on this custom championship to inaugurally defend it against Donovan Rich.
...He produces a NY State Route 27 sign that has had the black borders completely cut off to actually fit onto a leather strap, and holes drilled through the metal.
Sparrow: Donovan, I gotta wonder y’know. What is it about me that ya seem to think is just that man to steal on? I don’t get it. I would love someone to explain it to me, but I got nothin’ ya know. Let we take it all the way back to that fateful battle royale. You take a barbed wire baseball bat to the head from Cait Flanagan, second eliminated. You said so much as a word to her? Nah. Nothin’. You see me and Morgan the last two, come down, eliminate her and spit at me. Confusion y’know. I thought we would be fine, maybe just...Emotions got hot, you wanted to show if you ain’t got that clack from behind you woulda won. That’s fine. I ain’t stress that. How many times I lost in the past in other companies? Rich, when I tell ya I have a greatest hits of all the times I caught hands. Had one dude named Toby shelved me for months, thought that was *IT* for the career. Murtagh, y’all met, boy when I tell ya he dropped me across an apron edge as a form of ‘hello’. So...Y’know. The ish happens, ya see what I sayin’?
Now he’s begun screwing the NY 27 sign into the belt leather, patting it gently as the main plate of the championship. From there Mighty Sparrow gathers up the side plates. True to his comments on social media, they are.... Images of the NY Giants logo, an autographed picture of Ghostface Killah, the Statue of Liberty...And yes, a photo of a chopped cheese. Each of the images have been coated in clear resin and framed in white gold plating to be set into the leather. Sparrow screws them in, one at a time as he continues.
Sparrow: So we go at it, ya know. I thought it was gonna be fine. Lax. I comment pre-match askin’ can you fightin’ for your kid be enough when everyone in the industry fightin’ for somethin’. Ain’t even meant to be disrespect but somehow that gets me a boof in my girlfriend’s property and you claimin’ you the real King of New York. So I can’t even say I beat you really. I was comin’ close but ey. What you say? You claim I pretty much said I ain’t care if your child starves. That’s a whole lie but okay. You decide me sayin’ I pretty much WISH I had a father like you instead of my biologicals givin’ me up from birth is sayin’ I wish your daughter starves. Questionin’ you? Disrespect. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE, DONOVAN! MAKE---IT---MAKE---SENSE! You team up with Cerrano, man leave you in mid-match, and it becomes a handicap for me and TJ. I call Cerrano out for the foul behavior and AGAIN...AGAIN you come at me. I am disgusted for you, and here you come at my neck. Forget this man disrespectin’ you, lets get at Sparrow again. Dude say he don’t care if your child starves, ‘forget that, where’s that backside Sparrow who got me in a bad place!’ Make it make sense, Donovan.
By now the side plates have been fastened into the leather. Trinidad’s Finest lifts up the championship by one side, eyeing the handiwork before deciding that something is missing. He disappears out of the video shot, scrounging about the garage but continues to talk.
Sparrow: So, since I still ain’t beat you legitimately through all of that. I roll with an idea. You want a title, you wanna change ya luck? Fine. You wanna take it on, let we take it on. Liberty Pro King of New York championship. All inaugural like, we decide the first champion; Donovan Rich v.s. Mighty Sparrow. Festivus For The Rest Of Us. Who is the real King of New York?
An idea occurs to the wrestler and he takes a long strip of duct tape before stretching it over the main plate of the DIY lookin’ championship. Sparrow pops a black marker and scribbles in wide letters, ‘KING OF NEW YORK CHAMPIONSHIP’.
Sparrow: I even talk about designing the title, puttin’ more eyes on our match and immediately, like someone did call ya name even though I mentioned you before about how we gon’ settle this. ‘Oh look, you writin’ me off already’. Make it make sense, Donovan. Here’s this title, here’s this thing you and me ‘bout to fight over, so there will be only one. You win? Bana, it is yours. First public thing I drop after you win, will congratulate you and call that a day. Back to the drawing board, because as much work as I’m puttin’ in? It ain’t no problem to watch it go. That’s wrestling. Maybe I win it back. Maybe I win and can make this title a legitimate thing goin’ forward. Maybe you do...But all I ask when it’s all said and done Donovan.
Mighty Sparrow lifts the new Liberty Pro King of New York championship up...Choosing not to put it over his shoulder because he has not actually earned the right to, no matter what kinda way he feels about Rich.
Sparrow: Make it make sense.
The start of the video begins with a lower third reading ‘EARLIER THIS MONTH’ before we cut to a small metalworking garage. Judging by the quality of the recording, this might be all done by iPhone. Mighty Sparrow pokes his head into the shot of his cell before beginning to narrate the goings on. He disappears out of the shot again and zooms in on a table with a plateless strap of black leather. What was obviously once a championship belt of some now defunct company has now had all its plates removed entirely. The only thing left on the otherwise naked leather are its fastening snaps and belt tips, both in white gold. One can assume Sparrow probably pawned off or had the original plates melted down.
Assume that Sparrow had the original center and side plates melted down.
A number of tiny screws for the side plates and backing are set about in a small bowl next to the strap as Sparrow sets his phone on a smartphone tripod so he can work as he talks. The first thing he produces to put onto the soon-to-be official (as of now actually unofficial) Liberty Pro King of New York championship is the main plate of the championship. The Caribbean wrestler has obviously spared no expense on this custom championship to inaugurally defend it against Donovan Rich.
...He produces a NY State Route 27 sign that has had the black borders completely cut off to actually fit onto a leather strap, and holes drilled through the metal.
Sparrow: Donovan, I gotta wonder y’know. What is it about me that ya seem to think is just that man to steal on? I don’t get it. I would love someone to explain it to me, but I got nothin’ ya know. Let we take it all the way back to that fateful battle royale. You take a barbed wire baseball bat to the head from Cait Flanagan, second eliminated. You said so much as a word to her? Nah. Nothin’. You see me and Morgan the last two, come down, eliminate her and spit at me. Confusion y’know. I thought we would be fine, maybe just...Emotions got hot, you wanted to show if you ain’t got that clack from behind you woulda won. That’s fine. I ain’t stress that. How many times I lost in the past in other companies? Rich, when I tell ya I have a greatest hits of all the times I caught hands. Had one dude named Toby shelved me for months, thought that was *IT* for the career. Murtagh, y’all met, boy when I tell ya he dropped me across an apron edge as a form of ‘hello’. So...Y’know. The ish happens, ya see what I sayin’?
Now he’s begun screwing the NY 27 sign into the belt leather, patting it gently as the main plate of the championship. From there Mighty Sparrow gathers up the side plates. True to his comments on social media, they are.... Images of the NY Giants logo, an autographed picture of Ghostface Killah, the Statue of Liberty...And yes, a photo of a chopped cheese. Each of the images have been coated in clear resin and framed in white gold plating to be set into the leather. Sparrow screws them in, one at a time as he continues.
Sparrow: So we go at it, ya know. I thought it was gonna be fine. Lax. I comment pre-match askin’ can you fightin’ for your kid be enough when everyone in the industry fightin’ for somethin’. Ain’t even meant to be disrespect but somehow that gets me a boof in my girlfriend’s property and you claimin’ you the real King of New York. So I can’t even say I beat you really. I was comin’ close but ey. What you say? You claim I pretty much said I ain’t care if your child starves. That’s a whole lie but okay. You decide me sayin’ I pretty much WISH I had a father like you instead of my biologicals givin’ me up from birth is sayin’ I wish your daughter starves. Questionin’ you? Disrespect. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE, DONOVAN! MAKE---IT---MAKE---SENSE! You team up with Cerrano, man leave you in mid-match, and it becomes a handicap for me and TJ. I call Cerrano out for the foul behavior and AGAIN...AGAIN you come at me. I am disgusted for you, and here you come at my neck. Forget this man disrespectin’ you, lets get at Sparrow again. Dude say he don’t care if your child starves, ‘forget that, where’s that backside Sparrow who got me in a bad place!’ Make it make sense, Donovan.
By now the side plates have been fastened into the leather. Trinidad’s Finest lifts up the championship by one side, eyeing the handiwork before deciding that something is missing. He disappears out of the video shot, scrounging about the garage but continues to talk.
Sparrow: So, since I still ain’t beat you legitimately through all of that. I roll with an idea. You want a title, you wanna change ya luck? Fine. You wanna take it on, let we take it on. Liberty Pro King of New York championship. All inaugural like, we decide the first champion; Donovan Rich v.s. Mighty Sparrow. Festivus For The Rest Of Us. Who is the real King of New York?
An idea occurs to the wrestler and he takes a long strip of duct tape before stretching it over the main plate of the DIY lookin’ championship. Sparrow pops a black marker and scribbles in wide letters, ‘KING OF NEW YORK CHAMPIONSHIP’.
Sparrow: I even talk about designing the title, puttin’ more eyes on our match and immediately, like someone did call ya name even though I mentioned you before about how we gon’ settle this. ‘Oh look, you writin’ me off already’. Make it make sense, Donovan. Here’s this title, here’s this thing you and me ‘bout to fight over, so there will be only one. You win? Bana, it is yours. First public thing I drop after you win, will congratulate you and call that a day. Back to the drawing board, because as much work as I’m puttin’ in? It ain’t no problem to watch it go. That’s wrestling. Maybe I win it back. Maybe I win and can make this title a legitimate thing goin’ forward. Maybe you do...But all I ask when it’s all said and done Donovan.
Mighty Sparrow lifts the new Liberty Pro King of New York championship up...Choosing not to put it over his shoulder because he has not actually earned the right to, no matter what kinda way he feels about Rich.
Sparrow: Make it make sense.
MATCH SIX: KING OF NEW YORK CHAMPIONSHIP??
Donovan Rich vs Mighty Sparrow
Donovan Rich vs Mighty Sparrow
RECAP The referee quickly gets out of the way after waving for the bell as Mighty Sparrow is immediately on the attack! Sparrow moves fluidly and lashes out with a boot, Donovan Rich is startled but he catches the foot on instinct, not so wise as Sparrow follows up that catch with his Leaf Whirlwind, that Scorpion Kick counter followed immediately by a Pele Kick that rocks the heavier brawler Rich's world for just a moment! Donovan is tough stuff however and recovers fast, coming up to his feet and catching the quicker Sparrow with an instinct driven Lariat! It's a banger, the smack echoing and Sparrow dances back rather than falling on his backside at least. There's some sharp chops being traded between the two after but Rich gets the upperhand after a big Headbutt and even though it's clear he's feeling it too he gets up under the reeling Sparrow to deliver a Military Press Backbreaker! Rich takes a moment to mock the appearance of Mighty Sparrow’s King of New York Championship, loudly noting the New York road sign, old leather and construction paper - which leaves him open for a surprise Victory Roll pin, and the loud shout of THANKS OBAMA by Sparrow. That Obama Roll is almost all she wrote for this match but Rich kicks out strongly and man is Rich pissed about this! There’s a good bit of back and forth but once Donovan gets control he keeps it for a good bit with his bullish brawling, at one point he yanks Sparrow in for a headlock but transitions it fast to an illegal chokehold, luckily for Sparrow the ref sees it and threatens Donovan if he doesn't release it. Sparrow coughs hard to get his air back but manages to avoid Rich as he comes looking for a Mongrovian Spike. Not so lucky on the next pass as Rich catches Sparrow with a big Bridging Dragon Suplex! The impact is solid, but even with the bridge and good bracing Sparrow is able to break free before the ref can count to two! Donovan yells about it, rolling over he grabs Sparrow before he can rise and unleashes a vicious set of punches - but this seems to light a fire in Sparrow and he hits Rich in the ribs hard as hell with two Knife Edged Chops before getting loose of him. Sparrow rolls up to his feet fast and catches the rising Donovan with a flashy Leapfrog Body Guillotine! Those hits to the ribs help make this something that slows the bulkier Rich, but he brutes out of the hold after whipping his body into the turnbuckles with Sparrow still attached! Sparrow reels from this but recovers with determination, and hits a nice Switchblade Kick on Rich, but he pulls the ref ‘accidentally’ in Sparrow’s path so he veers off for the next part of his attack. The ref warns Rich about the hands but of course he holds them up as if innocent. Nobody buys it, but he tries it! He runs the next portion of the match with more of his brawling, a Running Crossbody flattens Sparrow and he moves to pin, but the ref spies that Rich has his feet on the ropes for extra leverage and he calls off the count! Rich surges up to argue that the referee didn’t see anything because he didn’t do anything, and this gives Sparrow enough time to recover! He flings himself to the opposite ropes and BAM! Flying up through the air he hits a Standing Double Footstomp, The Notorious K.I.C.K. dropping Rich in his tracks as Sparrow is quick to scramble for the cover and holds on long enough for three! WINNER Mighty Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:00 FINISHING MOVE Standing Double Foot Stomp |
BACKSTAGE
The Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions, the Girls of Summer are seen in the back area down the hall from catering - both dressed in their matching gear, all gold - holographic overlays and all, making them shimmer in the overhead lighting. Around their waists are their championship belts, and Coral is carefully rebraiding Nami’s longer hair before she slaps her hands together and her sister turns to face her. They both nod, and smile as their hijacked cameraman films them.
Coral: I know.
There’s a pause and Nami steps forward.
Nami: We know. It’s December, the holiday season is upon us all, and here we are at Festivus For The Rest of Us. We are your Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions and we are undeniably the best! Tonight though? Being the best isn’t… well. It isn’t going to be enough is it? We have one hella challenge before us tonight.
Coral: Tables. Ladders. Chairs. This is a match that puts anyone in it through the grinder, and if you look at the three other teams that are in this with us? Well we guess you’d probably think we’re overgunned.
Nami: Girls of Summer, The Pride, Derrick and the ever AWESOME Honey, ROTTEN… in a TLC Match for our Liberty Pro Tag Team Championships? It’s going to be pure chaos out there tonight we tell you this much and we are as ready as any champs could be!
The two look at each other before linking arms and starting to walk, the camera following at a good pace.
Nami: Every single person in this match wants to be a champion here in Liberty. We want to stay champs, they want to be champs. This sort of match is anyone’s game and everyone watching knows that as much as we do.
They pause, sigh in unison but then glare as the camera speeds to catch up when they start walking again.
Coral: They are going to have their little pep talks, manifesto rallies, rawr gonna beat ass warrior talks. We are gonna do whatever it takes to keep what’s ours, no hesitation!
Nami: None. Let’s go Coral… it may be almost Christmas… but Endless Summer isn’t over yet!
The camera wheels away as the pair wave him off and the scene cuts elsewhere.
The Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions, the Girls of Summer are seen in the back area down the hall from catering - both dressed in their matching gear, all gold - holographic overlays and all, making them shimmer in the overhead lighting. Around their waists are their championship belts, and Coral is carefully rebraiding Nami’s longer hair before she slaps her hands together and her sister turns to face her. They both nod, and smile as their hijacked cameraman films them.
Coral: I know.
There’s a pause and Nami steps forward.
Nami: We know. It’s December, the holiday season is upon us all, and here we are at Festivus For The Rest of Us. We are your Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions and we are undeniably the best! Tonight though? Being the best isn’t… well. It isn’t going to be enough is it? We have one hella challenge before us tonight.
Coral: Tables. Ladders. Chairs. This is a match that puts anyone in it through the grinder, and if you look at the three other teams that are in this with us? Well we guess you’d probably think we’re overgunned.
Nami: Girls of Summer, The Pride, Derrick and the ever AWESOME Honey, ROTTEN… in a TLC Match for our Liberty Pro Tag Team Championships? It’s going to be pure chaos out there tonight we tell you this much and we are as ready as any champs could be!
The two look at each other before linking arms and starting to walk, the camera following at a good pace.
Nami: Every single person in this match wants to be a champion here in Liberty. We want to stay champs, they want to be champs. This sort of match is anyone’s game and everyone watching knows that as much as we do.
They pause, sigh in unison but then glare as the camera speeds to catch up when they start walking again.
Coral: They are going to have their little pep talks, manifesto rallies, rawr gonna beat ass warrior talks. We are gonna do whatever it takes to keep what’s ours, no hesitation!
Nami: None. Let’s go Coral… it may be almost Christmas… but Endless Summer isn’t over yet!
The camera wheels away as the pair wave him off and the scene cuts elsewhere.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to a frustrated Donovan Rich in his locker room. He just lost to Mighty Sparrow earlier and he look defeated as he shook his head.
Donovan Rich: Man… I got a daughter to feed. Not just that… I have to make her proud too…
Rich shook his head when he noticed a blank envelope on a chair. He opens it up and there’s a large sum of money with a note.
Donovan Rich: ... Wow. Okay, don’t know who this is from, but consider it done.
Donovan counts the money when the scene now cuts away.
The scene cuts to a frustrated Donovan Rich in his locker room. He just lost to Mighty Sparrow earlier and he look defeated as he shook his head.
Donovan Rich: Man… I got a daughter to feed. Not just that… I have to make her proud too…
Rich shook his head when he noticed a blank envelope on a chair. He opens it up and there’s a large sum of money with a note.
Donovan Rich: ... Wow. Okay, don’t know who this is from, but consider it done.
Donovan counts the money when the scene now cuts away.
MATCH SEVEN: TLC FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Girls of Summer vs The Pride vs Derrick La’Bell & Honey vs ROTTEN
Girls of Summer vs The Pride vs Derrick La’Bell & Honey vs ROTTEN
RECAP The bell sounded off and the fans were treated to a four team staredown! It didn’t last long as The Pride fired the first shots of the match going after the champions! While they brawled, Derrick and Honey (Which temporarily for this match will be named Honey D) started to scuffle in the ring as well. Both brawls were separated on opposite corners, until simultaneous irish whips sent Rory and Chase right into each other! Chase powdered out the ring, while Rory stumbled back into an overhead full nelson suplex from La’Bell! Honey D looks to have Micaela surrounded, but the fans boo as OTK pulled her out of the ring and to relative safety. On the other end of the ring, the champs were taking advantage of the numbers game. Coral and Nami are just kicking the dog shit out of JD in the corner. They’re kicking him back and forth as if… they’re playing beach volleyball? Coral was about to send a massive spike to JD’s head, but instead she’s nailed by a chair! Goddammit Chase is back on the ring apron and he’s throwing chairs indiscriminately! The fans can’t decide to boo or cheer for blood as Coral’s nose is definitely busted open! The steel assault gave Chase’s partner enough time to get his bearings. Nami is dodging chair after chair… Why are there so many chairs under the ring? However, Chase wisens up and tosses a chair to JD. JD catches and like hot potato, tosses it to Nami, and then he Vandaminators her with a spinning kick! The chair goes flying, and falls right into the hands of Derrick! Clean catch too, he should play football! However, as he turns around confused, JD rushes him with another Vandaminator! The chair flies again and is caught by Honey! Rory flies out of nowhere with his own Vandaminator! They should really stop catching the chair! JD somehow heard my suggestion as he’s nearest the chair but just lets it harmlessly drop on the canvas. Expecting him to catch it, Rory throws a spinning kick but catches nothing but air. The Pride are just staring at him, until JD just picks up the chair and creams Rory in the face! The Pride are looking good here as they survey the ring. Chase heads over to the outside to collect a ladder. As he’s pulling it from under the ring, Micaela ran around the apron towards him, just in time to stomp his fingers right into the steel! Chase got up shaking his hands, and rose right up in time to get gored into the ground by a charging OTK! Micaela is on a mission as she quickly slides the ladder into the ring. JD didn’t see any of this, because he was just beating Rory to death with the chair… I really feel bad for the chair. Micaela is spotting up the ladder in the ring, but she had her back turned doing it. Ominous she backs right into JD, With a smile the swings for the fences, looking to take her head off. But Micaela ducks and JD just hit nothing but ladder. He hit the ladder so hard that it toppled into the rope, smacking himself on the rebound. It didn’t get any better, as Micaela had already dropped low and sent JD straight to dick punch city! Meanwhile Nami had managed to stay low key as she was suddenly retrieving the toppled ladder. As she’s doing that Coral managed to get a table from the outside and slide it in. Not quite sure what for, but it couldn’t be good. Honey’s back in the match as she manages to cut Nami off! Nami’s pleading as Honey teased toppling over the ladder. She ultimately does, sending Nami tumbling out of the ring, and crashing right into Chase on the outside! Coral clearly didn’t appreciate the murdering of her partner and just leaned the table against the corner as she rushed over for vengeance. She picked up one of the chair’s Chase threw into the ring, and cracked Honey in the ribs! Honey dropped to her knees, and Coral stood behind her. She lined the chair up for an execution style chair shot… BUT DERRICK CHARGED IN LIKE THE TWO TRAIN COMING IN HOT FROM MANHATTAN ON A TUESDAY! Spear right through the table in the corner! The crowd is going ballistic as Derrick slowly rose to his feet. But what else is happening in the ring!?! OTK snuck inside and was putting the finishing touches on pulling down the titles! Derrick looked enraged, but before he could make a move… He was distracted by the sight of a battered Rory taking off with his Liberty in the Bank Briefcase! Derrick looks conflicted, but OTK pushes on taking down both belts! Is this legal? Can he do that???!? The bell doesn’t ring, not until OTK fisherman tosses the belts, good throw… He should play football too. Micaela catches both belts as all of our competitors are stirring to life and rolling into the ring. The bell sounds and it's official. The ring announcer declares ROTTEN as your new tag champions! Everyone in the ring is pissed! Especially Derrick! Rory and Micaela exit through the crowd vanishing within seconds, they leave OTK there, who happily martyrs himself with his arms extended out. All the competitors push over the ladder and OTK spills out into the crowd! WINNER ROTTEN METHOD Retrieved the championships MATCH LENGTH 16:10 FINISHING MOVE OTK grabs the championships |
BACKSTAGE
The camera focuses in on a black boot and as it slowly moves up, we see that it's newcomer Ava Ryan who was finishing lacing up her boots to prepare for her second match in Liberty. With a sneer on her face, she can hear the fans cheer her as they see her on the big screen in Barclays Center.
Ava Ryan: I quit. I've never said those words before in my life, well, until now.
With a bit of a grin, she continues.
Ava Ryan: And those are the words Alex Reeves hopes to hear me scream to end our match. I have to admit, pretty calculating move. I mean, how satisfying would it be for you to not only beat me, but to get me to actually verbally submit to you. I bet that fragile ego would love that, wouldn't it? But there's one thing you forgot, Alex, or you simply don't care, but it's a pretty big deal. Reality is, just as much as you're banking on making me quit, I'm planning on making you say those same words. And the funny thing is, it will be your own doing when you have no choice.
The advisor to Jade Night looks focused. Her wrists were taped, her boots were fully laced and her focus was right where it needed to be.
Ava Ryan: Remember, you're the one who chose to attack me first on social media when I said nothing to you. You've called me out on my appearance, on my hair color, on the friends I choose, and everything else in between. It's like you've been obsessed with me, but that obsession ends tonight. You have no idea who I am, where I come from, or what I'm about, but I know all about you. Your family. And I know what your strengths and weaknesses are. You might have Jade on your side, but she won't be able to save you in just a few minutes. She has a match with someone who frankly can wrestle and fight circles around her in Xavier, so that means it's just you and me, and I can promise that won't be a good thing for you.
Ava takes a step closer to the camera man who instinctively steps back as Ava is now almost growling.
Ava Ryan: I won't be satisfied with just hearing you say I quit either, I'm torturing your ass. I'm going to show you that you messed with the wrong newcomers, and Alex? When this is all over with? Stay the fuck out of my business from now on.
Ava slams her locker room door shut on the camera man now, preparing for the final few moments before her big showdown against Reeves.
The camera focuses in on a black boot and as it slowly moves up, we see that it's newcomer Ava Ryan who was finishing lacing up her boots to prepare for her second match in Liberty. With a sneer on her face, she can hear the fans cheer her as they see her on the big screen in Barclays Center.
Ava Ryan: I quit. I've never said those words before in my life, well, until now.
With a bit of a grin, she continues.
Ava Ryan: And those are the words Alex Reeves hopes to hear me scream to end our match. I have to admit, pretty calculating move. I mean, how satisfying would it be for you to not only beat me, but to get me to actually verbally submit to you. I bet that fragile ego would love that, wouldn't it? But there's one thing you forgot, Alex, or you simply don't care, but it's a pretty big deal. Reality is, just as much as you're banking on making me quit, I'm planning on making you say those same words. And the funny thing is, it will be your own doing when you have no choice.
The advisor to Jade Night looks focused. Her wrists were taped, her boots were fully laced and her focus was right where it needed to be.
Ava Ryan: Remember, you're the one who chose to attack me first on social media when I said nothing to you. You've called me out on my appearance, on my hair color, on the friends I choose, and everything else in between. It's like you've been obsessed with me, but that obsession ends tonight. You have no idea who I am, where I come from, or what I'm about, but I know all about you. Your family. And I know what your strengths and weaknesses are. You might have Jade on your side, but she won't be able to save you in just a few minutes. She has a match with someone who frankly can wrestle and fight circles around her in Xavier, so that means it's just you and me, and I can promise that won't be a good thing for you.
Ava takes a step closer to the camera man who instinctively steps back as Ava is now almost growling.
Ava Ryan: I won't be satisfied with just hearing you say I quit either, I'm torturing your ass. I'm going to show you that you messed with the wrong newcomers, and Alex? When this is all over with? Stay the fuck out of my business from now on.
Ava slams her locker room door shut on the camera man now, preparing for the final few moments before her big showdown against Reeves.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage. The reigning Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano, looking as disgusted as ever. Already dressed to compete, the Gotham belt laid carefully across his lap. He brushes a hand over the surface, shaking his head.
MAX CERRANO: For weeks, I've had to endure indignities. Incompetent mutts both from Liberty and elsewhere given opportunities at what I earned. At the only championship of substance and meaning in this trash heap...for weeks, I've been treated as...on the same level with the remainder of these mutts. With this...feigned contender.
He shakes his head again, clearly disgusted.
MAX CERRANO: That ends tonight. The farce of TJ Techniques' contention for what is rightfully mine ends. Cleanly. Concisely. Without questions. No matter time wasted with an incompetent, second rate competitor who doesn't deserve a second look at the Gotham championship. I finish this. Wash my hands of you. You aren't on the level...you belong with the rest of these scrubs, the remains of this failing, flailing promotion...not here. The Gotham Championship is MINE...and this is occupied territory.
Max places the belt over his shoulder, sneering.
MAX CERRANO: And you, TJ Techniques...aren't built to survive here.
Max leaves the frame, and we cut away
Backstage. The reigning Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano, looking as disgusted as ever. Already dressed to compete, the Gotham belt laid carefully across his lap. He brushes a hand over the surface, shaking his head.
MAX CERRANO: For weeks, I've had to endure indignities. Incompetent mutts both from Liberty and elsewhere given opportunities at what I earned. At the only championship of substance and meaning in this trash heap...for weeks, I've been treated as...on the same level with the remainder of these mutts. With this...feigned contender.
He shakes his head again, clearly disgusted.
MAX CERRANO: That ends tonight. The farce of TJ Techniques' contention for what is rightfully mine ends. Cleanly. Concisely. Without questions. No matter time wasted with an incompetent, second rate competitor who doesn't deserve a second look at the Gotham championship. I finish this. Wash my hands of you. You aren't on the level...you belong with the rest of these scrubs, the remains of this failing, flailing promotion...not here. The Gotham Championship is MINE...and this is occupied territory.
Max places the belt over his shoulder, sneering.
MAX CERRANO: And you, TJ Techniques...aren't built to survive here.
Max leaves the frame, and we cut away
MATCH EIGHT: I QUIT
Ava Ryan vs Alex Reeves
Ava Ryan vs Alex Reeves
RECAP The match starts off with some pretty even back and forth, Alex running her mouth at Ava the whole time. The pair lock up a few times and each time Ava is able to overpower Alex, only to be goaded in to some kind of cheap or easy shot that causes Ava to be on the backfoot once again, Alex wears Ava down like this, locking her up then taking the cheap shot until eventually Ava relents and steps back to rethink her strategy, Alex gets cocky and moves in on Ava, punching her in the back of the head and forcing her into the corner, Alex looks to stomp down on Ava, but the young woman shows her smarts and hooks Alex’s ankle; pulling up she then wrenches on the ankle as she stands. As Ava gets to her feet, Alex is dropped to her stomach; she grabs for the ropes but of course, there are no rope breaks in an I Quit match. Ava shows no signs of stopping or slowing as she yanks and pulls on that ankle of Alex drawing a pained scream from the downed Reeves. Ava leans in to ask if she’s ready to quit and Alex sees an opening, throwing her hand back she rakes the eyes of Ava, who then breaks the hold. Alex is quick back to her feet and this time she stays on Ava, she kicks and chops the blonde into the corner, getting a handful of her hair, Alex pulls Ava’s head back and screams in her face that she’s going to regret that, but Ava isn’t done for yet and with a rear back she moves to headbutt Alex, who moves but not enough and the pair clash heads. Alex releases her hold on ava’s hair and rolls out of the ring, favoring her ankle. Ava takes her time to stalk around the ring and when she looks out through the ropes, Alex is nowhere to be seen… Ava takes the bait and rolls to the outside when Alex appears from under the ring and swings the bat at Ava, busting her nose! As blood begins to pour down Ava’s face, Alex leers at her, clearly pleased with herself; she stalks her prey but once again gets a little too cocky. Ava spits a mouthful of blood into Alex’s eyes and temporarily blinds her. Alex turns to the commentary table and slams the bat down, wiping at her eyes. She doesn’t clear her vision quite in time though and Ava appears kendo stick in hand. Despite the scarlett blood over her chin and down onto her shirt, Ava seems fairly unphased. She slams the stick over Alex’s back and again, again, Alex falls to her knees and crawls towards the ring but Ava doesn’t relent, splitting open the skin on Alex’s back in the process. Alex looks to disappear under the ring again and that’s when Ava decides to discard the now broken Kendo stick and reach in for a handful of Alex’s hair. That proves to be a huge mistake though as Alex launches a handful of thumbtacks into Ava’s face, scratching her up. Alex rolls into the ring and reaches through the ropes and yanks Ava along, the blondes legs kicking wildly. But with small scratches all over, some close to her eyes, Ava is still clawing at her face looking for reprieve and that’s all the opening Alex needs. Alex stomps down on the chest of Ava and reaches into her tights, pulling out a pair of handcuffs! There isn’t so much as a moments hesitation before Alex handcuffs Ava to the ring ropes! The young woman is now total prone and helpless and that’s when Alex locks in a variant of the figure 4 leg lock that, thanks to the handcuffs twists Ava up all the more. Ava screams in agony but repeatedly shakes her head. This goes on for several pain staking minutes and it looks as though Ava is beginning to lose consciousness, but that isn’t how Alex wants to win this one. Releasing the hold she grabs Ava’s head via two handfuls of hair and yanks it up viciously, she screams in Ava’s face to quit, Everytime Ava refuses, Alex drives her knee into the prone body of Ava, but still it yields no result. Alex releases Ava steps back for a moment, nodding her head she seems to be forcing herself to find her calm, she then drops to her knees and crawls right up to Ava, she presses her cheek to Ava’s once again using a handful of hair to maneuver her head. “I know…” the words take a moment to sink in before Ava’s eyes go wide, she tries to shake her head, but Alex lets go of her hair and stands up, she makes a show of dusting herself off before she shouts out at the fans. “Ava Ryan isn’t who she claims to be. She’s--” Before Alex can finish, Ava screams “I Quit!” and the bell is rung. WINNER Alex Reeves METHOD I Quit MATCH LENGTH 16:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A POST-MATCH The official tries to get the keys from Alex but instead he is sent flying from the ring. Alex carefully eyes Ava up before with a two step for speed, she launches and lands a punt kick right to Ava’s temple, knocking her clean out. The fans boo wildly as Alex laughs and calls for a mic. As she is handed one she ascends the turnbuckle above where Ava now hangs from the ropes, knocked out. “I did exactly what I claimed I would. I made her bleed, I made her quit. I am the Only genuine person here, you all boo me but why? I tell the truth, I have always told the truth and with that in mind, I think you all should know… Ava here, has a secret.” Alex drops down from the turnbuckle and leans in to grab at Ava’s hair again, she holds up the head of the unconscious woman and smiles.. “Wave to the camera Ava, say hi to your Daddy… Mr. Callaghan!” Alex then throws the mic down on Ava and drops her head with a laugh, making her rounds in the ring as her music hits and she soaks up the boos. |
BACKSTAGE
You ever wanted to tell somebody, “I told you so?”
When you just knew something was gonna happen but no one believed you.
The doubts, the harsh words, the criticisms, the sports news outlets riding your name for views and ratings.
Yet here we are, months later and can we all just take a moment to just appreciate this beautiful headline:
DOUBLE CHAMPION. WARGAMES CAPTAIN. RECORD BREAKER: PPV COMPLETELY COVERED IN GLORY
Pulling back from the Samsung Galaxy in Dante Chapel’s palm, the Liberty Pro interviewer stands with the woman of the moment.
As has become a familiar sight these days, Precious stands with her Anarchy and Lionheart titles on either shoulder.
Dante Chapel: First things first, Pepper, I ought to say congratulations. Among the sea of wrestlers out there, you have a serious claim to having the best finish to 2020. You've been on a tear since the end of October.
He counts off his fingers.
Dante Chapel: You won back the Anarchy championship. Ran the gauntlet with it on the line. Captained the winning side at War Games for GEW over Liberty. Won Valiant's Lionheart title. Recorded a record 5 defenses since then… and now, you may close out the year a double champion. That's an impressive yearlong campaign right there, let alone 3 months. All that on the back of was what looking like a really concerning time for you. I think it's fair to say you succeded in the unenviable task of building back up the Anarchy title's image. It's as respectable as it's ever been! Warren Corbett himself would be proud.
Precious bashfully turns aside at Dante's words, a glint of ruefulness in her eyes.
PPV: It’s true. I am exceptional compared to Warren and all the others. There may never be another Anarchy champion as talented as I am. Not to mention one this cute.
A burning grin appears on her features.
PPV: Wrestling fans rejoice! Never has an Anarchy title match been this deep on a Liberty card. Matter of fact, you’ve seen a lotta firsts for the Anarchy division as of late. First time the Anarchy champion was in a supershow main event. That occured at Kings & Queens of New York. First time the Anarchy division had a #1 contender’s match was just at the last Liberation. And now… the first time a guest has been invited to compete for this very championship.
She hikes the title up higher on her shoulder.
PPV: While plenty in Liberty, and the sport for that matter, have spent the past few months completely treading on my name, I was busy getting my game right. After all, I could have been just like them. People can’t live without making excuses. One minute, they'll lecture you from on high, saying they’ll bring the focus back to wrestling. The next they’ll walk out on a title match for the Anarchy strap. A strap defended exclusively in the hallowed halls of the Garden and the Hammerstein Ballroom.
She scoffs.
PPV: And the handful of you that were rooting for me basked in my glorious run. Double Champion. GEW captain and a leading figure of the sport. I'd say my year was a runaway success all things considered.
Dante Chapel: True, but the last time you were in a Liberty ring wasn’t the picture you wanted though.
Pepper turns to Dante, cool as snow.
PPV: What kind of half-asleep nonsense are you saying?
Dante raises his eyebrows.
Dante Chapel: I mean, Megan did clock you with your belt. She even cost you your match.
PPV: And even after all that, the stick up her ass aint’ growing any shorter.
Precious narrows her eyes.
PPV: Listen Dante, it wasn't that long ago people would rather use the Anarchy Championship as a freaking dish coaster than be seen as its champion. No one had any pride in holding it. It was the hot potato championship. Now? I've got number one contenders, and a bitch who's gonna get what's coming for her. Undefeated champion or not. The Anarchy title has never been this prominent.
She straightens up.
PPV: As for Megan, she is already meat on my table. She has no choice.The confidence she wears like a cloak will be pulled away. She’ll look hunched, haunted. And it'll be my pleasure to see the look on her face when she gets crushed by me. Outclassed by me. Tamed by me. Arriverderci.
The champion smirks then moves on to the guerilla area.
You ever wanted to tell somebody, “I told you so?”
When you just knew something was gonna happen but no one believed you.
The doubts, the harsh words, the criticisms, the sports news outlets riding your name for views and ratings.
Yet here we are, months later and can we all just take a moment to just appreciate this beautiful headline:
DOUBLE CHAMPION. WARGAMES CAPTAIN. RECORD BREAKER: PPV COMPLETELY COVERED IN GLORY
Pulling back from the Samsung Galaxy in Dante Chapel’s palm, the Liberty Pro interviewer stands with the woman of the moment.
As has become a familiar sight these days, Precious stands with her Anarchy and Lionheart titles on either shoulder.
Dante Chapel: First things first, Pepper, I ought to say congratulations. Among the sea of wrestlers out there, you have a serious claim to having the best finish to 2020. You've been on a tear since the end of October.
He counts off his fingers.
Dante Chapel: You won back the Anarchy championship. Ran the gauntlet with it on the line. Captained the winning side at War Games for GEW over Liberty. Won Valiant's Lionheart title. Recorded a record 5 defenses since then… and now, you may close out the year a double champion. That's an impressive yearlong campaign right there, let alone 3 months. All that on the back of was what looking like a really concerning time for you. I think it's fair to say you succeded in the unenviable task of building back up the Anarchy title's image. It's as respectable as it's ever been! Warren Corbett himself would be proud.
Precious bashfully turns aside at Dante's words, a glint of ruefulness in her eyes.
PPV: It’s true. I am exceptional compared to Warren and all the others. There may never be another Anarchy champion as talented as I am. Not to mention one this cute.
A burning grin appears on her features.
PPV: Wrestling fans rejoice! Never has an Anarchy title match been this deep on a Liberty card. Matter of fact, you’ve seen a lotta firsts for the Anarchy division as of late. First time the Anarchy champion was in a supershow main event. That occured at Kings & Queens of New York. First time the Anarchy division had a #1 contender’s match was just at the last Liberation. And now… the first time a guest has been invited to compete for this very championship.
She hikes the title up higher on her shoulder.
PPV: While plenty in Liberty, and the sport for that matter, have spent the past few months completely treading on my name, I was busy getting my game right. After all, I could have been just like them. People can’t live without making excuses. One minute, they'll lecture you from on high, saying they’ll bring the focus back to wrestling. The next they’ll walk out on a title match for the Anarchy strap. A strap defended exclusively in the hallowed halls of the Garden and the Hammerstein Ballroom.
She scoffs.
PPV: And the handful of you that were rooting for me basked in my glorious run. Double Champion. GEW captain and a leading figure of the sport. I'd say my year was a runaway success all things considered.
Dante Chapel: True, but the last time you were in a Liberty ring wasn’t the picture you wanted though.
Pepper turns to Dante, cool as snow.
PPV: What kind of half-asleep nonsense are you saying?
Dante raises his eyebrows.
Dante Chapel: I mean, Megan did clock you with your belt. She even cost you your match.
PPV: And even after all that, the stick up her ass aint’ growing any shorter.
Precious narrows her eyes.
PPV: Listen Dante, it wasn't that long ago people would rather use the Anarchy Championship as a freaking dish coaster than be seen as its champion. No one had any pride in holding it. It was the hot potato championship. Now? I've got number one contenders, and a bitch who's gonna get what's coming for her. Undefeated champion or not. The Anarchy title has never been this prominent.
She straightens up.
PPV: As for Megan, she is already meat on my table. She has no choice.The confidence she wears like a cloak will be pulled away. She’ll look hunched, haunted. And it'll be my pleasure to see the look on her face when she gets crushed by me. Outclassed by me. Tamed by me. Arriverderci.
The champion smirks then moves on to the guerilla area.
BACKSTAGE
The scene shows the outside landscape of a snow covered New York, before a make-shift sound of snow falling can be heard, much like an homage to any good Christmas movie it seems like sleigh bells before the camera catches a glimpse of The Liberty Pro US Champion herself. Adorned in a sparkling santa hat and match top, and skirt with fur lace around the endings she smiles brightly as her title sits perched on her waist. Moments pass by slowly before we see her lifting a cane, one that now has been painted red and white to resemble a candy cane on this festive season.
Kaia Grainger: “It would seem strange to come to an event like this without paying my respects to the holidays themselves, since the match was announced, your US Champion has been working on practicing her moves while using a Singapore cane and truthfully. . . it’s quite a unique tool.”
She paused now glancing up from the cane she was holding to look directly towards the camera.
Kaia Grainger: “I’ve seen a lot of match stipulations in my life time and I found it rather. . . unique that the challengers of this contest were the ones who were allowed to fight for the right to make the stipulation. This isn’t a complaint of course, just unique as I said.”
A light smirk captivates her face.
Kaia Grainger: “Yet I knew from the start that whoever got to make their pick, they would be making a match for the ages. Brianna-Leigh Clark was of course the victor and she chose this very unique stipulation. She said she wanted something challenging, as if trying to take this title away from me wasn’t going to be challenging enough, but I humbly accepted her offer. Brianna clearly has done so much to earn my respect over these last few months and I know she’s going to work her hardest to try and walk away with this belt around her waist.”
Pausing she swings the cane around in her hand now as if it were second nature before she latched onto it tightly.
Kaia Grainger: “Lizzy Jones on the other hand is a completely different caricature, someone I respect and yet someone I feel I must rightfully prove myself against as well. She mentioned when she was able to defeat me in one of our first encounters how she wanted to make a name for herself, of course some would garner she meant that when it came to this title belt, but the way she alluded to it was garnering her reputation through me.”
Kaia couldn’t help but laugh at that.
Kaia Grainger: “Kind of funny I suppose, prior to entering Liberty Pro, I had never even had a professional contest inside of the ring, and yet. . . here we are someone who was able to overcome so many odds in her return to pro wrestling finds themselves needing the likes of me to boost her reputation. Intriguing what a belt can do for you.”
She now planted the cane down before unhooking the US Championship and letting it rest on her shoulder.
Kaia Grainger: “Nevertheless, while both of you have worked extremely hard and I must admit have made this defense one that will truly test every figment of my being, I have to state firmly that I do not plan on letting this belt go. Many have chastised Liberty and the way its been run since returning and all I have to say to the notion that things haven’t been done fairly is that, those who are complaining are the ones who’ve typically been shown favoritism elsewhere. Yet, I’m not the woman who seeks out favoritism nor am I a woman who lets any opportunity pass me by. Thus, when the chance came to win this belt at Resurrection, I took it! Since then I have given my all to represent this championship with Pride and ambition. I’ve taken on legends, I’ve battle former Liberty Champions, and I’ve even battled the current reigning and have managed to pick up some very impressive wins. This belt means the world to me and its going to take more than the ability to swing a cane to nip it from my grasp.”
Simmering down slightly she continues.
Kaia Grainger: “So while both of you ladies do exhibit amazing talent, while you both have proven your worth in the ring, and dare I say earned your spot in this match. I refuse to walk out of that ring without my belt in tow. So just remember this is what you wanted once that bell rings, because the Light Bringer is going to leave you blinded.”
A kiss to the camera followed by an offering of Happy Holidays to those watching would be given before Kaia can be seen exiting the scene with her title and her cane in tow.
The scene shows the outside landscape of a snow covered New York, before a make-shift sound of snow falling can be heard, much like an homage to any good Christmas movie it seems like sleigh bells before the camera catches a glimpse of The Liberty Pro US Champion herself. Adorned in a sparkling santa hat and match top, and skirt with fur lace around the endings she smiles brightly as her title sits perched on her waist. Moments pass by slowly before we see her lifting a cane, one that now has been painted red and white to resemble a candy cane on this festive season.
Kaia Grainger: “It would seem strange to come to an event like this without paying my respects to the holidays themselves, since the match was announced, your US Champion has been working on practicing her moves while using a Singapore cane and truthfully. . . it’s quite a unique tool.”
She paused now glancing up from the cane she was holding to look directly towards the camera.
Kaia Grainger: “I’ve seen a lot of match stipulations in my life time and I found it rather. . . unique that the challengers of this contest were the ones who were allowed to fight for the right to make the stipulation. This isn’t a complaint of course, just unique as I said.”
A light smirk captivates her face.
Kaia Grainger: “Yet I knew from the start that whoever got to make their pick, they would be making a match for the ages. Brianna-Leigh Clark was of course the victor and she chose this very unique stipulation. She said she wanted something challenging, as if trying to take this title away from me wasn’t going to be challenging enough, but I humbly accepted her offer. Brianna clearly has done so much to earn my respect over these last few months and I know she’s going to work her hardest to try and walk away with this belt around her waist.”
Pausing she swings the cane around in her hand now as if it were second nature before she latched onto it tightly.
Kaia Grainger: “Lizzy Jones on the other hand is a completely different caricature, someone I respect and yet someone I feel I must rightfully prove myself against as well. She mentioned when she was able to defeat me in one of our first encounters how she wanted to make a name for herself, of course some would garner she meant that when it came to this title belt, but the way she alluded to it was garnering her reputation through me.”
Kaia couldn’t help but laugh at that.
Kaia Grainger: “Kind of funny I suppose, prior to entering Liberty Pro, I had never even had a professional contest inside of the ring, and yet. . . here we are someone who was able to overcome so many odds in her return to pro wrestling finds themselves needing the likes of me to boost her reputation. Intriguing what a belt can do for you.”
She now planted the cane down before unhooking the US Championship and letting it rest on her shoulder.
Kaia Grainger: “Nevertheless, while both of you have worked extremely hard and I must admit have made this defense one that will truly test every figment of my being, I have to state firmly that I do not plan on letting this belt go. Many have chastised Liberty and the way its been run since returning and all I have to say to the notion that things haven’t been done fairly is that, those who are complaining are the ones who’ve typically been shown favoritism elsewhere. Yet, I’m not the woman who seeks out favoritism nor am I a woman who lets any opportunity pass me by. Thus, when the chance came to win this belt at Resurrection, I took it! Since then I have given my all to represent this championship with Pride and ambition. I’ve taken on legends, I’ve battle former Liberty Champions, and I’ve even battled the current reigning and have managed to pick up some very impressive wins. This belt means the world to me and its going to take more than the ability to swing a cane to nip it from my grasp.”
Simmering down slightly she continues.
Kaia Grainger: “So while both of you ladies do exhibit amazing talent, while you both have proven your worth in the ring, and dare I say earned your spot in this match. I refuse to walk out of that ring without my belt in tow. So just remember this is what you wanted once that bell rings, because the Light Bringer is going to leave you blinded.”
A kiss to the camera followed by an offering of Happy Holidays to those watching would be given before Kaia can be seen exiting the scene with her title and her cane in tow.
MATCH NINE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Precious Pepper Vain vs Megan Monroe
Precious Pepper Vain vs Megan Monroe
RECAP This match began with something out of the norm for an Anarchy title match, chain wrestling. PPV and Megan were trading hammerlocks, and leg sweeps back and forth. Even on the ground the two were tussling back and forth in what was a strong display of fundamentals. Even with its technical aspect the two competitors made their exchanges with a frenetic pace. It looked to be a complete race to the finish line as the exhibition maneuvered into pin counters. A backslide into a roll up, a roll up into a crucifix, they kept it going steady! The climax of this opening salvo came with missed chop block from PPV. Megan leapt over the attempt and backpedaled into the ropes, only to come back strong with a Mega Kick that connected flush! One, Two, but No! The Anarchy Champion wasn’t going to go down so soon, and not to something like that. Monroe persisted with her offense. She got dirty with some chokes and gritty ground and pound against PPV on the floor. This match went from a real masterclass in the basics into a fight real quickly. PPV was taking some hard hits, but she kept her wits - kicking out of a few quick pin attempts from Monroe. Monroe kept the ground game going. This time it was knees and unprotected elbows. Megan, known for her Lifting DDT was surely working PPV’s head. The match continued on, with Megan working in stiff shots. However, PPV started to get her shine in. A few spirited punches saw some fight remain within the champ. However, as PPV began to mount a head of steam, a crescent kick floored her! From there Megan rolled out of the ring, looking to get some hardware involved in the bout. However, PPV suddenly sprung with an adrenaline rush. She took to the ropes, spilling into Megan on the outside with a surprise suicide dive! The two took some time to get to their feet after the double down. However, once the did all hands were flying. Both women traded hard chops that echoed throughout the venue. They then transitioned from chops to smashing each other's face into the guardrail! Megan was able to regain her edge in the match, a series of three unanswered face smashes sent PPV on her butt. As PPV leaned against the steel steps to catch her breath… MONROE ATTEMPTS HOMICIDE WITH A MEGA KICK THROUGH THE STEPS! The fans are besides themselves. Megan is starting to drag PPV by the hair up the entrance ramp, looks like it hurts! As she gets midway, she slowly pulls PPV up with a sadistic smile. Megan kept looking off the side of the ramp as if she was going to land the Beautiful Disaster too the floor below! However, PPV back body drops Megan into the ramp! It’s PPV’s turn to return the ass kicking, as she starts stomping a mudhole into Megan on the ramp! PPV is petty because she starts dragging Megan by her hair back down the ramp. She walks her over towards where the steel ring post is, and then smashes Monroe face first into it! Megan is busted open! PPV’s stalked Megan wobbly crawl around the ring, until getting towards the announcers table. Without the decency of clearing it off, she picked up Monroe for the KILLING STROKE! THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! She’s collapsed over Monroe. ONE TWO… NO! THE HELL?!? Megan manages to kick out from the pin on the outside. These two looked gassed to hell, and they slowly crawled and rolled back into the ring. On their knees they then engage in an exchange of super stiff slaps across each others face. Slowly they climb to their feet while still slapping the hell out of each other. Once they get up, PPV tries to throw a slap fro the Himalayas, but Megan caught the arm, and fell right into the Beautiful Disaster! Its over! ONE TWO NO! WHAT!?!?! Megan looks up as if she can’t believe it. She could literally hear her music about to get played in victory. Temporarily stunned, she isn’t deterred as she got back to her feet. She positioned PPV at the corner and lifted. A SUPER Beautiful Disaster would probably kill PPV., but Megan didn’t care as she got her move ready. However, PPV went into her bag of tricks to gouge and rake at the eyes of Megan. Then she hit a slap that looked like it slapped the antibodies from Megan’s mouth, all before getting beeling down into the ring at an awkward angle. PPV doesn’t waste a moment getting to the top and flying down with a COLLAPSING STAR II! IT HITS! LEGS HOOKED. ONE TWO THREE! WINNER Precious Pepper Vain METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:12 FINISHING MOVE Collapsing Star |
BACKSTAGE
Whatever was about to happen next is put aside and hijacked as Lizzie Jones interrupts Dante Chapel before he can even speak. Taking the mic from him, she positions herself central to the camera and shoves him a tad sideways, half out of view. He’s not happy. She doesn’t care.
Lizzie: “Hey yo, Liberty, New York. I have a question for you all. What happens if you take a crazy bitch like me and tell her she can use a weapon to beat the hell out of someone in the ring?”
She strokes her chin, then clicks her fingers.
Lizzie: “Oh, that’s right, a bloodbath. That’s exactly what will happen tonight because in her haste to be all ‘different’ or whatever the resident dumbass of Liberty, Brianna Stupidface, has made a big mistake in the choice of match. Instead of giving herself the advantage, she’s just gonna let me tear loose. I mean, really, how shortsighted is that? She should have picked a “first to make the audience fall asleep” match or like a “suck the most air out of the room” match. You know, something she’d be odds on favorite to win. But this?”
She gives a loud pfffft.
Lizzie: “Not even close.”
Taking a half step back, Lizzie reaches over to grab a Singapore cane. She brings it into view, almost hitting Dante accidentally. Or at least hopefully accidentally.
Lizzie: “Na, unlike what’s in Brianna’s top drawer, this thing isn’t a toy. This thing will hurt you. This thing will punish you. Question is can you take it and survive? I know I can. I survived much worse. When you’ve faced what I have, been through what I have, there’s not a damn thing you’re afraid of anymore.”
She lowers the cane and steps forward.
Lizzie: “You may have picked this stipulation, Brianna, but you’ve given me the advantage. You can’t match my savagery and do you think little miss goody two shoes over in the other corner can? I mean, did you see her talking about sneaking a cane in, hidden? Bitch, I’m not hiding my cane, I’ll be smacking you both in the face with it. She may be the champion but this challenge isn’t like what she’s faced before, and that’s Brianna’s fault.”
She moves a few steps sideways, the camera following her, but Dante no longer in shot.
Lizzie: “And speaking of fault, well, you sure have a loose grip on your morality don’t you Kaia? On one hand we have you talking about how you furrow your brow at me doing whatever I must, then on the other we all saw you taking advantage of Scotty attacking Helena just last show. Wow, hypocrisy is a bad outfit to wear and it’s making you look bloated. Maybe drop the act and you won’t look so out of place trying so hard to pretend you’re good when you’re quite clearly not. Brianna might be incredibly stupid, but at least she’s not lying to us all about being something better than she is.”
The cane is back into view, a smirk on her face too.
Lizzie: “And that all brings us nicely to tonight, doesn’t it? Tonight we three face off, the Singapore cane in hand. I don’t know about you two but I am pumped! Just don’t be too sad when I walk out with the title, okay? It’s been a long time coming and it’s time I show you just what a ‘vapid’ bitch like me can really do.”
With the cane on her shoulder, she shoves the microphone back into Dante’s grip and walks away.
Whatever was about to happen next is put aside and hijacked as Lizzie Jones interrupts Dante Chapel before he can even speak. Taking the mic from him, she positions herself central to the camera and shoves him a tad sideways, half out of view. He’s not happy. She doesn’t care.
Lizzie: “Hey yo, Liberty, New York. I have a question for you all. What happens if you take a crazy bitch like me and tell her she can use a weapon to beat the hell out of someone in the ring?”
She strokes her chin, then clicks her fingers.
Lizzie: “Oh, that’s right, a bloodbath. That’s exactly what will happen tonight because in her haste to be all ‘different’ or whatever the resident dumbass of Liberty, Brianna Stupidface, has made a big mistake in the choice of match. Instead of giving herself the advantage, she’s just gonna let me tear loose. I mean, really, how shortsighted is that? She should have picked a “first to make the audience fall asleep” match or like a “suck the most air out of the room” match. You know, something she’d be odds on favorite to win. But this?”
She gives a loud pfffft.
Lizzie: “Not even close.”
Taking a half step back, Lizzie reaches over to grab a Singapore cane. She brings it into view, almost hitting Dante accidentally. Or at least hopefully accidentally.
Lizzie: “Na, unlike what’s in Brianna’s top drawer, this thing isn’t a toy. This thing will hurt you. This thing will punish you. Question is can you take it and survive? I know I can. I survived much worse. When you’ve faced what I have, been through what I have, there’s not a damn thing you’re afraid of anymore.”
She lowers the cane and steps forward.
Lizzie: “You may have picked this stipulation, Brianna, but you’ve given me the advantage. You can’t match my savagery and do you think little miss goody two shoes over in the other corner can? I mean, did you see her talking about sneaking a cane in, hidden? Bitch, I’m not hiding my cane, I’ll be smacking you both in the face with it. She may be the champion but this challenge isn’t like what she’s faced before, and that’s Brianna’s fault.”
She moves a few steps sideways, the camera following her, but Dante no longer in shot.
Lizzie: “And speaking of fault, well, you sure have a loose grip on your morality don’t you Kaia? On one hand we have you talking about how you furrow your brow at me doing whatever I must, then on the other we all saw you taking advantage of Scotty attacking Helena just last show. Wow, hypocrisy is a bad outfit to wear and it’s making you look bloated. Maybe drop the act and you won’t look so out of place trying so hard to pretend you’re good when you’re quite clearly not. Brianna might be incredibly stupid, but at least she’s not lying to us all about being something better than she is.”
The cane is back into view, a smirk on her face too.
Lizzie: “And that all brings us nicely to tonight, doesn’t it? Tonight we three face off, the Singapore cane in hand. I don’t know about you two but I am pumped! Just don’t be too sad when I walk out with the title, okay? It’s been a long time coming and it’s time I show you just what a ‘vapid’ bitch like me can really do.”
With the cane on her shoulder, she shoves the microphone back into Dante’s grip and walks away.
BACKSTAGE
The short hallway that leads to the gorilla position is seen, as well as the pacing form of Brianna Leigh Clark. She’s dressed a bit differently than usual for a match, for instance a t-shirt under her top, and likely this has a lot to do with the item that’s currently clutched tight in her hands - a Singapore Cane. As she notices she’s being watched she turns her attention from that to the camera, a bright smile coming to her lips and a vivacious look to her face.
Brianna Clark: I know there are people who are questioning why I chose what I did for our Triple Threat Match here tonight. I mean, it was enough for me to be getting a chance to gain the US Championship from a Champion as great as Kaia Grainger has been. She is amazing in the ring, I could wrestle her forever and never be bored - and I bet the fans would love it too. She’s just got this great mindset, right?
Brianna steps back and twirls the cane in her hands much the way a Drill Team Baton Squad member would and she grins after stopping it to point the end at the camera.
Brianna Clark: Lizzie Jones? Not the same. She’s sometimes a force to be reckoned with, but man she doesn’t always do things the right way. That’s just the nature of the business though, it really does take all kinds. But tossing a few worn out slang terms around in promos and on Twitter isn’t going to win her this match, and well. She can cling to her title of Rent Free Tenant or whatever, but that isn’t going to win her this match either.
She eases down, putting the end of the cane firmly against the titles at her feet, that smile back in place.
Brianna Clark: Me? I’m excited about this big opportunity for me. Not just that chance to be the US Champion and to see if I can continue on as a champion that can build the brand - though that’s a part of it too I guess, but because we’re doing something here tonight that you just don’t see every pay-per-view.
Brianna lifts the can and shoulders it like a rifle, her hip canted in a sassy way as she winks.
Brianna Clark: And that’s what I want, it’s second place to say winning the title? But man. Putting on matches you don’t see all the time? That’s priceless and I am so here for it.
She laughs as she shoos the camera away, murmuring obviously to herself as it cuts away.
The short hallway that leads to the gorilla position is seen, as well as the pacing form of Brianna Leigh Clark. She’s dressed a bit differently than usual for a match, for instance a t-shirt under her top, and likely this has a lot to do with the item that’s currently clutched tight in her hands - a Singapore Cane. As she notices she’s being watched she turns her attention from that to the camera, a bright smile coming to her lips and a vivacious look to her face.
Brianna Clark: I know there are people who are questioning why I chose what I did for our Triple Threat Match here tonight. I mean, it was enough for me to be getting a chance to gain the US Championship from a Champion as great as Kaia Grainger has been. She is amazing in the ring, I could wrestle her forever and never be bored - and I bet the fans would love it too. She’s just got this great mindset, right?
Brianna steps back and twirls the cane in her hands much the way a Drill Team Baton Squad member would and she grins after stopping it to point the end at the camera.
Brianna Clark: Lizzie Jones? Not the same. She’s sometimes a force to be reckoned with, but man she doesn’t always do things the right way. That’s just the nature of the business though, it really does take all kinds. But tossing a few worn out slang terms around in promos and on Twitter isn’t going to win her this match, and well. She can cling to her title of Rent Free Tenant or whatever, but that isn’t going to win her this match either.
She eases down, putting the end of the cane firmly against the titles at her feet, that smile back in place.
Brianna Clark: Me? I’m excited about this big opportunity for me. Not just that chance to be the US Champion and to see if I can continue on as a champion that can build the brand - though that’s a part of it too I guess, but because we’re doing something here tonight that you just don’t see every pay-per-view.
Brianna lifts the can and shoulders it like a rifle, her hip canted in a sassy way as she winks.
Brianna Clark: And that’s what I want, it’s second place to say winning the title? But man. Putting on matches you don’t see all the time? That’s priceless and I am so here for it.
She laughs as she shoos the camera away, murmuring obviously to herself as it cuts away.
MATCH TEN: SINGAPORE CANE MATCH FOR THE US CHAMPIONSHIP
Kaia Grainger vs Lizzie Jones vs Brianna Leigh Clark
Kaia Grainger vs Lizzie Jones vs Brianna Leigh Clark
RECAP The battle for the US championship was indeed an intense one as all three wrestlers gave their all from the opening bell. They took turns wearing each other down with their different wrestling styles. It also didn’t take long for them to start using the Singapore canes that were provided at ringside. At one point, Kaia used her speed against her opponents to take down Lizzie with a running dropkick before rolling back up to catch Brianna with a handspring Pele kick. With the crowd cheering, Kaia scaled to the top turnbuckles for a well-executed moonsault on Brianna, landing with a cover. But Lizzie was quick to break it up with a whack of a Singapore cane before pulling Kaia away with multiple cane beatings and a running facebuster. Now it’s Lizzie’s turn to show what she could do, getting her revenge with grounded knee shots on Kaia, placing the cane on her knee. The impact left Kaia somewhat dazed and in great pain but she still tried to fight back, delivering her own forearm shots. But Lizzie doubled Kaia over with a kick to the midsection before throwing her over with a snap suplex that drew a collective gasp from the fans. Lizzie dropped for the cover but Brianna returned to the fight by attacking her legs with another Singapore cane. The crowd cringed at seeing Lizzie screaming in agony as she tried to get away. Brianna threw the cane aside and grabbed Lizzie’s legs again, this time for a Boston crab. Lizzie frantically tried to stop Brianna but it’s too late as she got rolled over on her stomach. Lizzie struggled as she desperately looked for an escape. Luckily for Lizzie, Kaia was back to break up the party with a springboard enzuigiri on the unsuspecting Brianna. Upon release, Lizzie quickly sought refuge in the corner but Kaia charged at her with a huge splash. Lizzie sank down, gripping her chest in agony. Kaia stepped out on the ring apron, no doubt looking for a high-risk move. But Lizzie rushed over to stop her and started punishing her with vicious forearm shots to the back of Kaia’s head. Something inside Lizzie changed as she got more aggressive with Kaia with her strikes before pulling her back inside the ring, only to throw her over with a back suplex. As Kaia struggled to her feet, Lizzie capitalised with her Unprettier signature, Botox Breaker. There was a mixed reaction from the crowd as Lizzie stalked Kaia who groggily pushed herself up before striking her down with her running single leg front dropkick finisher, The Calamity. With Kaia flat on her back, Lizzie went for the pin but Brianna broke it up just before three. Immediately abandoning Kaia, Lizzie made a beeline for Brianna with a vengeance, delivering heavy shots to the head. Brianna fought back just as hard and it left Lizzie reeling by the end. Backing Lizzie into the corner, Brianna continued to dish out punches before irish whipping her hard into the opposite corner. The impact had Lizzie bounced off the turnbuckles and onto her hands and knees while holding her back in pain. Lizzie sat in the corner to recover, unfortunately allowing Brianna to come running with a cannonball senton. The crowd went “ooh!” at the impact that folded Lizzie in half. Brianna stood up and raised a confident fist to the cheering fans before positioning Lizzie on the top turnbuckles. Excitement grew around the arena as Lizzie tried her best to fight back despite the pain, prompting Brianna to silence her with forearm shots. Lizzie managed to get a good shot in, sending Brianna reeling for a moment. But Brianna snapped out of it with elbow shots before taking down Lizzie with an avalanche northern lights suplex, making the crowd go crazy. With both women down, Kaia tried to take advantage by pinning Lizzie first and when that didn’t work, she covered Brianna. But again Kaia got a two-count. As Kaia went back to pin Lizzie, Lizzie countered with a small package that nearly got her a win. Kaia kicked out and both scrambled to the feet. After some back and forth, Kaia took down Lizzie with a springboard tornado DDT that dazzled the fans. While Lizze recovered, Kaia hopped over to the apron and spotted Brianna marching over to her, so Kaia redirected with her diving crossbody signature, Alpha Lyrae. But Brianna was able to snatch her from midair to counter with a gorilla press gutbuster. Kaia writhed in agony on the mat, clutching her stomach. As Kaia struggled to her feet, Brianna stalked her before striking her back down with her shotgun double knee finisher, Incoming! With the crowd on their feet, Brianna went for the cover but somehow Kaia rolled her shoulder off the mat. Brianna looked up at the referee in disbelief before looking for a Singapore cane. While Brianna punished Kaia with the cane, Lizzie could be seen walking over with her own cane. Lizzie charged at Brianna who countered with a low-angled hit to the midsection. Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks with a loud gasp as she dropped the cane and keeled over, clutching her stomach. Brianna then finished with another cane strike that lashed across Lizzie’s back this time which forced her down on the mat. With that, Brianna stalked Lizzie again, no doubt looking for a second Incoming! But Kaia snatched up a Singapore cane and attacked Brianna with it till she dropped on her knees. As Brianna struggled to rise, Kaia caught her with her handspring cutter finisher, Star Shine. Kaia hooked Brianna’s leg for the pin but Lizzie broke it up in time and tossed Kaia out of the ring, drawing jeers from the crowd. Lizzie stomped hard on Brianna who tried to get up before seizing her arm. Brianna struggled to free her arm but Lizzie was adamant to continue wearing it down with grounded knees and then struggling to twist it behind her, looking for her kneeling Fujiwara armbar finisher Overkill. But Brianna was stronger as she fought back hard. After suffering a few elbow shots, Lizzie backed off, only to take down Brianna with a DDT soon enough. As Lizzie proceeded to run her down with a second Calamity, the crowd burst in excitement at the successful attempt. That’s when Kaia clobbered Lizzie from the side with a Singapore cane, sending her flying down to the canvas. With Brianna still down, Kaia went for the cover on her that helped her retain her US Championship! The bell rings and Kaia celebrates but NO! Lizzie Jones takes Kaia out with a singapore cane! Lizzie completely obliterates Kaia with the singapore cane until it snaps in half. Jones then grabs the US Championship and says that Kaia won't have it very long anymore and that she will see her again, real soon. WINNER Kaia Grainger METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 22:11 FINISHING MOVE Singapore Cane shot |
BACKSTAGE
Festivus For The Rest Of Us continues as we transition to another part of the backstage area. We get a close up shot, from the chest up, of the Gotham Championship challenger, TJ Techniques. But TJ isn't giving us his signature smile. He isn't even looking at the camera head on. Instead, his body is purposely positioned to the side. TJ continues to stare off before finally speaking.
TJ Techniques: You might be wondering why you're only getting the side of my face instead of addressing you head on. Well that's very simple. You don't deserve to be addressed head on. You don't deserve the respect of looking into my eyes. So you get the side of me. You get my ear.
A beat.
TJ Techniques: It's cliché to say that the time for talk is over, but it really does ring true for this. You see, I'm done talking. I'm done with you and your bullshit. I'm just ready to go out there and get this over with. I'm willing to go out there and give Liberty Pro another champion they can cheer for, 'cause your sorry ass damn sure ain't it. You say that this is "occupied territory" now? Well that might be the only accurate things that's come out of your mouth in months. That's exactly what you are. An Occupier. You're no champion. You're no title holder. Just like Number 45 is the Occupant of the White House, you've been the Occupier of the Gotham Championship since Resurrection. But I'm about to dead all of that tonight. This little reign of yours? It will cease after tonight. I'd call it a Reign of Terror, but that would once again be giving you too much credit. I would refer to it more accurately as an Era of Bitchmade Behavior. That era? Your era? It gets deaded tonight when my knee connects with your face.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: See, you can come out here with your hair all slicked back, chest puffed out, G'd up from the feet up in your little Tom Ford suits. Oh yeah, you look like a champion. You can talk your talk. You can talk that big game of yours. Oh yeah, you talk like a champion. But you damn sure don't act like a champion. Sure, others will give you a pass because they're too busy getting caught up in the gossip of the day. But if you know me, you know I always keep it a buck. I can't help but call a spade a spade and you? You have been someone that hasn't been worthy of being respected or being praised in a mighty long time.
TJ shakes his head.
TJ Techniques: I never liked you. I never liked you from the first moment you waltzed in through those doors and expected the world to be handed to you on a platter. But even though I didn't like you, I respected you. I respected you for your talent. The last First Lady that this country had of any substance? She once said that "when they go low, we go high." Even though you would act as if I was nothing but gutter trash, I would still hold a certain amount of respect for you. But I'm done taking the high road. I'm through having to be the adult here. What happens in that ring tonight? That will be the result of three months of your constant attacks. It will be three months of you pussyfooting around the issue. It will be three months of you finding literally anyone but me to defend that championship. Jennifer Yang did dick to get a Gotham Championship match, yet there her ass was at Kings & Queens of New York fighting you. I earned...not demanded, not begged... but EARNED a Gotham Championship match win my win at Resurrection, only to see Brien Storm of all people get a shot at the very next show. I've put up with you and your shit for three months now. No more.
He wags his finger.
TJ Techniques: The crazy thing is that had you actually done the right thing for the first time in your life and shot the fair one, we could have been done with this. If you beat me? Cool. I would've been tight had I lost. I won't even hold you. But at least I could say that the dude gave me my shot and I didn't get the job done. I could honestly live with that. Instead, you come out here each and every show calling me "trash" this and "mutt" that... telling me how I'm not shit... attacking me whenever you can. Yet the moment you and I are even remotely face to face, you turn into a track star and start running in the opposite direction. But guess what? You can't run now. There's no more hoops for me to jump through now. You call yourself a champion, but you've been ducking the fade for months. You don't deserve the title that you hold. You don't deserve the check you've been stealing from this company. But you 100% percent deserve to get stomped out inside that ring.
TJ Techniques: Let me ask you something. How are you gonna call me a mutt this time when your mouth is swollen shut? How are you gonna stick your nose in the air when it gets broken with Set Em Straight? How are you gonna be looking down on me when you're looking up at the lights? I'm not interested in giving the fans some along awaited great wrestling match with contrasting styles. I'm not interested in a Five Star Classic. The only thing I want, the only thing I need is to beat your punk ass down into the ground. I don't care how long it takes. It could take five minutes. It could take fifty minutes. I. Don't. Give. A. Flying. FUCK. Tonight? That head gets flown, that ass gets beat down and that Gotham Championship will finally be placed into deserving hands. You better pray to whatever God you serve because He is the only thing that can help you now.
Festivus For The Rest Of Us continues as we transition to another part of the backstage area. We get a close up shot, from the chest up, of the Gotham Championship challenger, TJ Techniques. But TJ isn't giving us his signature smile. He isn't even looking at the camera head on. Instead, his body is purposely positioned to the side. TJ continues to stare off before finally speaking.
TJ Techniques: You might be wondering why you're only getting the side of my face instead of addressing you head on. Well that's very simple. You don't deserve to be addressed head on. You don't deserve the respect of looking into my eyes. So you get the side of me. You get my ear.
A beat.
TJ Techniques: It's cliché to say that the time for talk is over, but it really does ring true for this. You see, I'm done talking. I'm done with you and your bullshit. I'm just ready to go out there and get this over with. I'm willing to go out there and give Liberty Pro another champion they can cheer for, 'cause your sorry ass damn sure ain't it. You say that this is "occupied territory" now? Well that might be the only accurate things that's come out of your mouth in months. That's exactly what you are. An Occupier. You're no champion. You're no title holder. Just like Number 45 is the Occupant of the White House, you've been the Occupier of the Gotham Championship since Resurrection. But I'm about to dead all of that tonight. This little reign of yours? It will cease after tonight. I'd call it a Reign of Terror, but that would once again be giving you too much credit. I would refer to it more accurately as an Era of Bitchmade Behavior. That era? Your era? It gets deaded tonight when my knee connects with your face.
He continues.
TJ Techniques: See, you can come out here with your hair all slicked back, chest puffed out, G'd up from the feet up in your little Tom Ford suits. Oh yeah, you look like a champion. You can talk your talk. You can talk that big game of yours. Oh yeah, you talk like a champion. But you damn sure don't act like a champion. Sure, others will give you a pass because they're too busy getting caught up in the gossip of the day. But if you know me, you know I always keep it a buck. I can't help but call a spade a spade and you? You have been someone that hasn't been worthy of being respected or being praised in a mighty long time.
TJ shakes his head.
TJ Techniques: I never liked you. I never liked you from the first moment you waltzed in through those doors and expected the world to be handed to you on a platter. But even though I didn't like you, I respected you. I respected you for your talent. The last First Lady that this country had of any substance? She once said that "when they go low, we go high." Even though you would act as if I was nothing but gutter trash, I would still hold a certain amount of respect for you. But I'm done taking the high road. I'm through having to be the adult here. What happens in that ring tonight? That will be the result of three months of your constant attacks. It will be three months of you pussyfooting around the issue. It will be three months of you finding literally anyone but me to defend that championship. Jennifer Yang did dick to get a Gotham Championship match, yet there her ass was at Kings & Queens of New York fighting you. I earned...not demanded, not begged... but EARNED a Gotham Championship match win my win at Resurrection, only to see Brien Storm of all people get a shot at the very next show. I've put up with you and your shit for three months now. No more.
He wags his finger.
TJ Techniques: The crazy thing is that had you actually done the right thing for the first time in your life and shot the fair one, we could have been done with this. If you beat me? Cool. I would've been tight had I lost. I won't even hold you. But at least I could say that the dude gave me my shot and I didn't get the job done. I could honestly live with that. Instead, you come out here each and every show calling me "trash" this and "mutt" that... telling me how I'm not shit... attacking me whenever you can. Yet the moment you and I are even remotely face to face, you turn into a track star and start running in the opposite direction. But guess what? You can't run now. There's no more hoops for me to jump through now. You call yourself a champion, but you've been ducking the fade for months. You don't deserve the title that you hold. You don't deserve the check you've been stealing from this company. But you 100% percent deserve to get stomped out inside that ring.
TJ Techniques: Let me ask you something. How are you gonna call me a mutt this time when your mouth is swollen shut? How are you gonna stick your nose in the air when it gets broken with Set Em Straight? How are you gonna be looking down on me when you're looking up at the lights? I'm not interested in giving the fans some along awaited great wrestling match with contrasting styles. I'm not interested in a Five Star Classic. The only thing I want, the only thing I need is to beat your punk ass down into the ground. I don't care how long it takes. It could take five minutes. It could take fifty minutes. I. Don't. Give. A. Flying. FUCK. Tonight? That head gets flown, that ass gets beat down and that Gotham Championship will finally be placed into deserving hands. You better pray to whatever God you serve because He is the only thing that can help you now.
BACKSTAGE
We cut to the office of Jade Night. The room is dark and we can only see the shadowy figure of a woman, who is clearly Jade Night.
Jade Night: The darkness… The shadows… It’s a place I lived in for years after what happened to me. I destroyed my relationships and my family… My marriage to Robb Hardy. What Skylar Riggs did to me seven years ago changed me forever.
Stepping into the little light that there is in the room, Jade is standing there in street clothes. Black cargo pants, a black and red Nightfall shirt and her hair tied up in a ponytail, as her eyes glare into the camera.
Jade Night: You mocked me, Xavier. You played the video of what happened to me for all of the world to see. I wasn’t just tortured physically, but after that? I was tortured mentally… FOR MONTHS! Skylar played with my mind. He made me think that I was in the wrong and that nobody loved me. He broke me down mentally, even more than he did physically and then when he was done using me? Do you want to know what he did? He dropped me off in the middle of nowhere in the desert to die.
Jade pauses and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before shaking her head. She opens her eyes back up and continues on.
Jade Night: Laroux? You made this personal. You brought all of this on yourself and when I send you off that scaffolding? Flying thirty feet down to the ground? Just know that this is all on you. You have no one to blame but your sick self. I will fucking DESTROY YOU!
Jade screams out, her eyes filling with rage now.
Jade Night: You will never be the same after tonight. You will suffer like I did. I will make sure of it. Do you understand me? You will not… No, you cannot escape me. Prepare for your worst Nightmare.
The scene cuts to blackness and the scene fades out.
We cut to the office of Jade Night. The room is dark and we can only see the shadowy figure of a woman, who is clearly Jade Night.
Jade Night: The darkness… The shadows… It’s a place I lived in for years after what happened to me. I destroyed my relationships and my family… My marriage to Robb Hardy. What Skylar Riggs did to me seven years ago changed me forever.
Stepping into the little light that there is in the room, Jade is standing there in street clothes. Black cargo pants, a black and red Nightfall shirt and her hair tied up in a ponytail, as her eyes glare into the camera.
Jade Night: You mocked me, Xavier. You played the video of what happened to me for all of the world to see. I wasn’t just tortured physically, but after that? I was tortured mentally… FOR MONTHS! Skylar played with my mind. He made me think that I was in the wrong and that nobody loved me. He broke me down mentally, even more than he did physically and then when he was done using me? Do you want to know what he did? He dropped me off in the middle of nowhere in the desert to die.
Jade pauses and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before shaking her head. She opens her eyes back up and continues on.
Jade Night: Laroux? You made this personal. You brought all of this on yourself and when I send you off that scaffolding? Flying thirty feet down to the ground? Just know that this is all on you. You have no one to blame but your sick self. I will fucking DESTROY YOU!
Jade screams out, her eyes filling with rage now.
Jade Night: You will never be the same after tonight. You will suffer like I did. I will make sure of it. Do you understand me? You will not… No, you cannot escape me. Prepare for your worst Nightmare.
The scene cuts to blackness and the scene fades out.
MATCH ELEVEN: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Max Cerrano vs TJ Techniques
Max Cerrano vs TJ Techniques
RECAP The match started off with TJ charging towards Max but Max rolled out of the ring. Max taunted TJ from the outside of the ring before TJ got out of the ring and started to chase him but Max slid back into the ring. TJ then slid in the ring and Max began to stomp on him before he could get up. Max lifted TJ up and dropped him with a snap DDT. Max pinned TJ but only got a one count. Max quickly picked Technique’s up and Cerrano hit him with an exploder suplex. Max pinned but TJ kicked out after two. Max lifted TJ up and set him up for her patented Reverse DDT. Max screamed in TJ's ear, telling him he’s an unworthy mutt and right before he could finish the job, TJ spun out of the hold before pulling Max in by the arm and dropping him with a brutal clothesline. TJ quickly grabbed Maxs head and put him into a crossface hold. Max yelled out in pain as he tried to reach the ropes but as soon as he almost touched them, TJ pulled him away. TJ applied more pressure but the Gotham Champion started to wiggle free and shove his elbow into Technique’s head. TJ finally let go. TJ then hit the ropes and tried to come back and hit Max with a flying clothesline but Cerrano ducked under it. As TJ turned around, he was met by the Gotham Champion who raked TJ in the eyes. Max then nailed his Headhunter - Sliding D finish on TJ. Max pinned TJ and the referee started to make the count. The referee counted to two and Techniques kicked out right before the three count. The crowd and Max were in disbelief. Max lifted TJ up off of the canvas and TJ drove his elbow into Maxs gut several times before he grabbed him and nailed Max with a Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike). TJ pinned Max and the referee counted to two before Max kicked out just before three. TJ looked stunned. TJ wasted little time as he lifted Max up and Max shoved TJ off. TJ then tried to superkick Max and he nailed it! But Cerrano went flying into the referee, knocking him out! TJ hit the top ropes and he leaped off, nailing Know The Ledge (Shooting Star Press)! He pinned Cerrano but the referee was still knocked out! TJ then noticed a large man getting in the ring with the Gotham Championship and it was none other than Donovan Rich! TJ got up but it was too late, Rich leveled him with the Gotham Championship! RIch threw the title out of the ring before sliding out himself. Max stirred in a daze and noticed Techniques out of it. He then picked him up and nailed him with Kill Your Masters - Flatliner transitioned smoothly into a Koji Clutch! The Gotham Champion has the hold in tight and Techniques refuses to quit. The referee finally stirs and he asks TJ if he quits but he refuses, saying he’s worked too hard for this. Max tells him to give up like the dog he is! Techniques continued to struggled until his body went limp. He passed out in the hold and the referee called for the bell. Max Cerrano is handed his Gotham Championship and he quickly makes his exit. WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 13:34 FINISHING MOVE Kill Your Masters |
BACKSTAGE
We open up backstage with guest correspondent for the evening, The Princess, the former Valiant Chaos champion, Kacey Anders. She's standing outside of the locker room labeled 'The Living Doll' Britney Anders with a grin on her face.
Kacey Anders: Have you guys been naughty or nice this year? Well if you've been naughty I demand you turn off your computers or tv's, or whatever device you're watching this show on. BUT if you've been nice, I have the greatest gift anyone could ask for this year. History is being made as Liberty Pro is graced by the presence of The Living Doll, Britney Anders for the first time ever! Without further ado...
Kacey smiles for the camera before she turns the doorknob and walks into the locker room. Britney was standing in front of a mirror, posing with her World Championship before a look of 'surprise' takes over her expression, surely this wasn't planned for Kacey to come in and interview her right now or anything.
Kacey Anders: O-M-G, BRITTY!
Kacey runs over and wraps her arms around her cousin who laughs a bit as the hug carries on for a good thirty seconds. When they finally let go of each other, Britney adjusts her World Championship on her shoulder and gives her cousin all of her attention.
Kacey Anders: Okay, so I wanted to thank you for inviting me here tonight to be your personal interviewer. Surely the fans of Liberty now know for certain that there's NOTHING better than an Anders girl!
Kacey winks at the camera as Britney nods along in agreement.
Kacey Anders: But I have to ask, how are you feeling tonight? And my oh my is that Chasing Glory Championship sooo beautiful in person!? Seriously, that world title is super cute! What an accessory.
Britney Anders: Well, it's much more than just an accessory, but yes, I keep it clean, thanks Kace. But I'm feeling wonderful tonight, and I'm in the holiday spirit. Christmas is only two days away, and I'm graciously giving Corey Grimes the biggest match of his career. I know he'll argue, and talk about how he's held this title, that title, blah blah blah. But come on, there's no question that THE COUPLE of 2020 is Britney Anders and Xavier Laroux. He's a double world champion, I have the possibility to be a double world champion soon and I've never had a bigger year in my career.
Kacey Anders: Tell us a little more about this match. You have well documented issues with Gavin Grimes, but this match with Corey kind of sprung up out of nowhere.
Britney Anders: This is one of the only times I'm going to tell you that you're wrong, Kacey. It didn't come out of nowhere. Corey knows what he's doing. He's trying to make a name for himself, sorry, a bigger name for himself by beating me at the height of my career. And then he's going to try and turn that into a play for MY precious, CGW World Championship.
Britney looks down at her championship with pride as Kacey runs her hand along the faceplate of it too, something Britney gives her a glare for doing so Kacey quickly pulls her hand away.
Kacey Anders: Sorry, I got carried away, but I don't blame him for wanting a shot at it. So that's my next question. There has been talk of potentially setting up that match in CGW should Corey defeat you tonight.
She turns to the camera and mouths 'he won't' before continuing.
Kacey Anders: So go ahead and set the record straight once and for all here at FESTIVUS! If Corey somehow pulls off the upset of the year and beats you, will you give him a shot at your championship at a future episode of CGW when they resume production?
Britney Anders: Assuming Ms.Sawyer wants to book the match, then I agree. If he can beat me tonight, and if Ms.Saywer see's money in a rematch for my title, I'll give Corey just that, but Kace? Let's get one thing understood, he's NOT beating me tonight. Corey, you're a championship caliber wrestler, and you could probably beat a majority of the Liberty wrestlers, but I don't work for Liberty, and you aren't on my level. Tonight I'll prove that, but guess what Kacey? When I said I was in the Holiday spirit, I meant it. Watch this.
Britney snaps her fingers and as soon as she does, the television in her locker room shows the fans and in each row of each section, there are vendors walking down the aisles and handing all of the children their very own DOLL of The Living Doll, Britney Anders.
Britney Anders: Christmas is my favorite time of year, so all of the children in attendance are receiving a gift from me, of me, to them. And Corey? My gift to you is going to be a Makeover, one that is much needed if we're being honest. I'll see you out there.
Britney winks and blows a kiss as the camera cuts back to the vendors, handing out Dolls to the children before the camera moves back to the ring.
We open up backstage with guest correspondent for the evening, The Princess, the former Valiant Chaos champion, Kacey Anders. She's standing outside of the locker room labeled 'The Living Doll' Britney Anders with a grin on her face.
Kacey Anders: Have you guys been naughty or nice this year? Well if you've been naughty I demand you turn off your computers or tv's, or whatever device you're watching this show on. BUT if you've been nice, I have the greatest gift anyone could ask for this year. History is being made as Liberty Pro is graced by the presence of The Living Doll, Britney Anders for the first time ever! Without further ado...
Kacey smiles for the camera before she turns the doorknob and walks into the locker room. Britney was standing in front of a mirror, posing with her World Championship before a look of 'surprise' takes over her expression, surely this wasn't planned for Kacey to come in and interview her right now or anything.
Kacey Anders: O-M-G, BRITTY!
Kacey runs over and wraps her arms around her cousin who laughs a bit as the hug carries on for a good thirty seconds. When they finally let go of each other, Britney adjusts her World Championship on her shoulder and gives her cousin all of her attention.
Kacey Anders: Okay, so I wanted to thank you for inviting me here tonight to be your personal interviewer. Surely the fans of Liberty now know for certain that there's NOTHING better than an Anders girl!
Kacey winks at the camera as Britney nods along in agreement.
Kacey Anders: But I have to ask, how are you feeling tonight? And my oh my is that Chasing Glory Championship sooo beautiful in person!? Seriously, that world title is super cute! What an accessory.
Britney Anders: Well, it's much more than just an accessory, but yes, I keep it clean, thanks Kace. But I'm feeling wonderful tonight, and I'm in the holiday spirit. Christmas is only two days away, and I'm graciously giving Corey Grimes the biggest match of his career. I know he'll argue, and talk about how he's held this title, that title, blah blah blah. But come on, there's no question that THE COUPLE of 2020 is Britney Anders and Xavier Laroux. He's a double world champion, I have the possibility to be a double world champion soon and I've never had a bigger year in my career.
Kacey Anders: Tell us a little more about this match. You have well documented issues with Gavin Grimes, but this match with Corey kind of sprung up out of nowhere.
Britney Anders: This is one of the only times I'm going to tell you that you're wrong, Kacey. It didn't come out of nowhere. Corey knows what he's doing. He's trying to make a name for himself, sorry, a bigger name for himself by beating me at the height of my career. And then he's going to try and turn that into a play for MY precious, CGW World Championship.
Britney looks down at her championship with pride as Kacey runs her hand along the faceplate of it too, something Britney gives her a glare for doing so Kacey quickly pulls her hand away.
Kacey Anders: Sorry, I got carried away, but I don't blame him for wanting a shot at it. So that's my next question. There has been talk of potentially setting up that match in CGW should Corey defeat you tonight.
She turns to the camera and mouths 'he won't' before continuing.
Kacey Anders: So go ahead and set the record straight once and for all here at FESTIVUS! If Corey somehow pulls off the upset of the year and beats you, will you give him a shot at your championship at a future episode of CGW when they resume production?
Britney Anders: Assuming Ms.Sawyer wants to book the match, then I agree. If he can beat me tonight, and if Ms.Saywer see's money in a rematch for my title, I'll give Corey just that, but Kace? Let's get one thing understood, he's NOT beating me tonight. Corey, you're a championship caliber wrestler, and you could probably beat a majority of the Liberty wrestlers, but I don't work for Liberty, and you aren't on my level. Tonight I'll prove that, but guess what Kacey? When I said I was in the Holiday spirit, I meant it. Watch this.
Britney snaps her fingers and as soon as she does, the television in her locker room shows the fans and in each row of each section, there are vendors walking down the aisles and handing all of the children their very own DOLL of The Living Doll, Britney Anders.
Britney Anders: Christmas is my favorite time of year, so all of the children in attendance are receiving a gift from me, of me, to them. And Corey? My gift to you is going to be a Makeover, one that is much needed if we're being honest. I'll see you out there.
Britney winks and blows a kiss as the camera cuts back to the vendors, handing out Dolls to the children before the camera moves back to the ring.
MATCH TWELVE: FIRST BLOOD
Britney Anders (CGW Champion) vs Corey Grimes
Britney Anders (CGW Champion) vs Corey Grimes
RECAP This guest match wasn’t in the cards so to speak in the beginning, but it definitely became one of Festivus’ most hyped contests. Corey was the first to the ring, in his ring gear he hyped the fans up and made sure to stay loose in his corner. When Britney’s entrance music hit the sound of Ariana Grande’s “No tears left to cry” made way for the Living Doll as she hoisted her CGW championship onto her shoulder and strutted her way to the ring like only she could. Taking her time to climb inside while seemingly shooting Corey taunting jeers which he shrugged off with a laugh and remained smiling. As she climbed inside the ring, she made sure to let her title be shown and the announcer made sure to introduce both sides with conviction, while Britney uneasily handed her title over to the referee for safe keeping until the match was over, but not without a few choice warnings in the mix as she strutted back into her own corner and did some stretches that clearly took longer than needed just to get the eyes in the arena looking her way. Corey seemed unfazed by it however and turned towards the corner to pull down on the top rope in a stretch of his own, before the bell sounded. The match was quick to get under way, with a lock up that most would find familiar in technical wrestling. First it was Corey, then back to Britney, and then the odds were in Corey’s favor again. A wrist lock, followed by a waist lock, then a reversal into a take down. Britney was quick to her feet even after being wrestled to the mat and answered Corey off his feet with a hip toss, and soon both competitors were back to a standing form. The crowd cheer the small spectacle as Corey smiled and Britney smirked, knowing this was just the beginning. Next came a return to this same form, Corey being brought down with another hip toss, only to climb to his feet and be nailed with a quick-paced hurricanrana, rolling through it however Corey wound up back on his feet instead of on his back, which sent both competitors into the ropes at the same time and both came barreling back with clotheslines to take them both off their feet. The fans were cheering them on as they both rose back to their feet rather quickly, though the pace had suddenly changed in that moments notice, Corey was just a tad faster though and he flung Brit into the ropes just as she came back, he hit a discus elbow that looked sickening, as she went down Corey followed with a Running Shooting Star Press. The Crowd supported his athleticism and quickly he made a cover. One, Two! She kicked out just after two, and Corey shrugged it off rather quick pulling Britney back up to her feet and slinging her towards the corner, he followed behind with a splash, but he ate padding instead as she turned the tides on him and sent some boots into Corey’s sternum. There was a bit of that dirty edge coming out in her as she nailed one, then two, then three, and so on as she pummeled him down to the middle turnbuckle, draping her foot to his neck she pressed into him, using the ropes to elongate herself and extend the choke hold she now had as the referee began his count and Corey struggled to breathe as she cut off his oxygen with her feet. She performed this notion twice before letting up and Corey was quick to crawl away from the corner as he draped himself over the middle rope, trying to regain some breath. Brit didn’t let him rest for long however and she repeated her choking notion this time using a knee to the back of his neck against the middle rope as Corey struggled underneath her, the referee counted before giving her a warning as she released. An affirmative smile came to the Doll’s face now as she held her hands up innocently, before offering a shrug and mouthing something indiscernible to Corey who laid there on the mat. The words whatever they were seemed to catch Corey’s attention enough to offer an attempt at getting up but it was only answered with Britney kicking him back down which sent him outside the ring under the bottom rope. She took a few moments to taunt the crowd before rolling her eyes at the mixed reaction she was receiving now. Clearly showing why she is a champion. She didn’t follow Corey however, instead she studied her nails for a moment and while the referee went to check on him on the outside, Britney went to dig into her boots, pulling out a pair of Brass Knucks that she was Famous for, as Corey slid back into the ring after several long moments, Britney was ready to end the match with a hard swing, but unfortunately, the highly intelligent Corey spotted the incoming assault and dodged out of the way as Brit rared around, Corey showed his amazing athleticism turning a backflip in mid air and hitting a Pele Kick that sent Brit right off of her feet, and those brass knuckles flying out of the ring before the referee was able to see them. With both competitors temporarily down the fans began to chant Corey’s name, and they were firmly behind him as he and Brit both made a crawl for the ropes. The fans were elated when both happened to arrive to their feet at the same time and began to exchange lefts and rights back and forth. It wasn’t a typical style most were used to seeing from either of them, but the introduction of those brass knuckles seemed to have made things personal. Corey looked to be swinging for Glory and as while Britney was offer swings of her own there was a clear size advantage in Corey’s favor on this one, but Corey dialed it back again, refusing to do things in a negative light he would sling her towards the ropes and as she bounced back he hit her with a Sac-Town Explosion (single-leg dropkick) Anders was down now as Corey went for the ropes and waited for her to climb to her feet. Next came a Flying Knee Kick from the top that clearly rocked her back, falling down once more the fans were in awe as Corey looked to continue his onslaught only to find that the CGW champ was bleeding! The referee was quick to call for the bell as Corey respectfully backed away, seeing the tiny cut on Britney’s forehead where his knee had struck, he let the referee instantly begin to tend to her wound as the bell sounded and “Leap of Faith” by Bullet For My Valentine began to play as Corey raised his hands in victory. WINNER Corey Grimes METHOD First Blood MATCH LENGTH 11:15 FINISHING MOVE Flying Knee Kick from the Top Rope POST-MATCH The match seemed to be over as the bell sounded, but Britney was quick to her feet after realizing she was bleeding she shook her head to the referee, calling for a microphone before Corey had even gotten halfway up the ramp. Britney Anders: “Go Figure, another Grimes making a promise they can’t keep.” Corey seemed hesitant to turn at the clear taunt she was feeding him, as she wiped the blood from the cut on her head and glared towards him. Britney Anders: “You really think this fight is done? You really think you’ve beaten me?!” She laughed now before shaking her head. Britney Anders: “I told you, you couldn’t pin me, and until one of us wins this match by pinfall, IT’S NOT OVER!” The doll made her demands known and Corey seemed to be weighing the idea in his head, but his pride was showing much more than his brain in that moment as he turned back around. Clearly remembering the indiscernible words she’d said previously in the match and now this. Though it wasn’t clear exactly what he was saying his mouth was moving at a quick rate and something to the lengths of “You really want more?!” was coming out as he slid back under the bottom rope. The referee looked confused as to what to do in the moment, but Corey met Britney directly in the ring and the two stared one another as words were exchanged. The fans seemed all the more involved in this as Corey leaned into the microphone. Corey Grimes: “Ring the damn bell!” |
MATCH TWELVE: PART TWO OF GRIMES VS BRITNEY ANDERS
Britney Anders (CGW Champion) vs Corey Grimes
Britney Anders (CGW Champion) vs Corey Grimes
RECAP He yelled just as the fans in attendance started going nuts, Britney seemed pleased with herself and her goading him into yet another match as the two went at it once again. This time the pace was much quicker, and the stakes were much higher. Britney was using every dirty trick in her arsenal and Corey wasn’t afraid to match her tricks with his athletic endeavors. However, only one could win and after nearly twenty minutes of action between the two only one could emerge the victor. Corey was perched on the top rope then, looking to hit his 450 Splash, but the bigger the move, the harder it hurts when you miss. BAM! Was the sound of Corey’s body ricocheting off of the canvas as the move failed and Anders rolled up to her feet. Smiling down now she helped Corey up, just before giving him a Makeover. . . aka The Makeover (Front-Russian Legsweep). Corey having taken so much damage thus far was worse for wear by the time his body hit the mat, but Britney wouldn’t be the Living Doll that she is without garnered even a little more leverage. Placing her feet on the ropes, she went for the pin, but the way she did it made sure that the referee wasn’t any of the wiser to it. One, Two, Threeeeee!! WINNER Brit Anders METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:10 FINISHING MOVE The Makeover (Front Russian Leg Sweep) |
BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer: I know what you all are thinking.
Latimer appears on the screen in the arena as the crowd pops loudly for the Rogue Nightmare.
Scotty Latimer: This is just a title shot to shut Scotty up and to get him out of the picture. There is no way he can actually beat the great Helena Noir. And I agree with anyone that holds that opinion, well actually calling Helena great is a fact. How long has she been Liberty champion? She's one of the best in the world. I've been known to be stupid sometimes but saying anything otherwise would actually be stupid.
Scotty was standing outside against a chain link fence.
Scotty Latimer: But your opinion of me not beating her? Well I highly disagree. Because tonight I am going to beat the great Helena Noir and rightfully take my place as the Liberty Pro Liberty champion, to become the King of Brooklyn. And do you want to know why oh I bet you all want yo don't you? Because I want it more. My desire to obtain is stronger than hers to retain because there's too much riding on this for me!
Scotty hits the fence with his fist and get a little cut on the knuckle. Blood trickles as Scotty looks at it then shakes his hand.
Scotty Latimer: Why is so much riding on this? Because I have a legacy to obtain, and right now as far as Liberty goes that legacy has been all talk! Yeah I was Gotham champion but after the restart I was stripped of it. Yeah I was the sole survivor of Team GEW. But all of that is just random moments. The Liberty championship cements my legacy. But theres something more important than that. This is just a small piece to the overall puzzle.
Scotty Latimer wipes his face with his hand
Scotty Latimer: I got a little girl on the way, the best and most beautiful woman in the world is my wife . I'm winning this for them. When my little girl comes into this world her daddy is going to be the number 1 wrestler in the world, and winning the Liberty title will do that for me and will give them both an even better life than now. I fight for them before anything else they are the reason for my existance! So let me ask you Helena do you have that much on your plate to fight as hard as I am going to to retain your title? I don't think you do!
Scotty pauses as a Scotty chant reverberates through the crowd.
Scotty Latimer: I respect you Helena, you are a great champion. But it ends tonight. 2021 is going to be my year. Tonight the coronation of King of Brooklyn commences. Tonight little girl Latimers daddy becomes the man.
Scotty disappears off the screen as it goes to black
Scotty Latimer: I know what you all are thinking.
Latimer appears on the screen in the arena as the crowd pops loudly for the Rogue Nightmare.
Scotty Latimer: This is just a title shot to shut Scotty up and to get him out of the picture. There is no way he can actually beat the great Helena Noir. And I agree with anyone that holds that opinion, well actually calling Helena great is a fact. How long has she been Liberty champion? She's one of the best in the world. I've been known to be stupid sometimes but saying anything otherwise would actually be stupid.
Scotty was standing outside against a chain link fence.
Scotty Latimer: But your opinion of me not beating her? Well I highly disagree. Because tonight I am going to beat the great Helena Noir and rightfully take my place as the Liberty Pro Liberty champion, to become the King of Brooklyn. And do you want to know why oh I bet you all want yo don't you? Because I want it more. My desire to obtain is stronger than hers to retain because there's too much riding on this for me!
Scotty hits the fence with his fist and get a little cut on the knuckle. Blood trickles as Scotty looks at it then shakes his hand.
Scotty Latimer: Why is so much riding on this? Because I have a legacy to obtain, and right now as far as Liberty goes that legacy has been all talk! Yeah I was Gotham champion but after the restart I was stripped of it. Yeah I was the sole survivor of Team GEW. But all of that is just random moments. The Liberty championship cements my legacy. But theres something more important than that. This is just a small piece to the overall puzzle.
Scotty Latimer wipes his face with his hand
Scotty Latimer: I got a little girl on the way, the best and most beautiful woman in the world is my wife . I'm winning this for them. When my little girl comes into this world her daddy is going to be the number 1 wrestler in the world, and winning the Liberty title will do that for me and will give them both an even better life than now. I fight for them before anything else they are the reason for my existance! So let me ask you Helena do you have that much on your plate to fight as hard as I am going to to retain your title? I don't think you do!
Scotty pauses as a Scotty chant reverberates through the crowd.
Scotty Latimer: I respect you Helena, you are a great champion. But it ends tonight. 2021 is going to be my year. Tonight the coronation of King of Brooklyn commences. Tonight little girl Latimers daddy becomes the man.
Scotty disappears off the screen as it goes to black
MATCH THIRTEEN: SINGLES
Tamsin vs Tyson Gregory
Tamsin vs Tyson Gregory
RECAP The match begins with a bang! Tamsin charged Gregory, only to be planted with an impactful Snap Spinebuster to start off the match. Tyson continued to work Tamsin’s back for the next few sequences, seeing a myriad of grounded locks. It led up to Tyson nearly locking in the RIngs of Saturn, but Tamsin managed to narrowly maneuver her legs to the rope. Upon Tyson breaking the hold, Tamsin slid out of the ring to regroup. She didn’t manage very long, as Tyson out of nowhere threw himself over the top to the outside! The sudden Suicide Dive floored Tamsin, but Tyson wasn’t done yet. He slid back into the ring and charged the ropes, rebounded and flew again for another suicide dive - just as Tamsin was getting up. Gregory hit the ring again, looking to go for a third. This one he measured and timed Tamsin’s rise to her feet. He flew once again, but whiffed and hit the barricade as Tamsin rolled to safety at the last second, a nasty looking spill. The next sequence of the match saw Tamsin keep the fight on the outside. She micromanaged putting the boots to Tyson, while managing to roll into the ring to reset the count. She then transitions into just taking Tyson and whipping him into everything around the ring. The steps, the barricade, the commentary table, nothing was safe. Tamsin looked to line him up against the exposed ring post, but Tyson managed to reverse the whip into a short arm clothesline that nearly decapitated Tamsin! The official was nearing his count, but Tyson made the reset. On the outside, Tyson picked up Tamsin and leaned her against the fan barricade. A feel good moment for the crowd, as he got two Liberty fans to hold Tamsin’s arms, while Tyson started to unload with unprotected chops! He looked as if he was trying to see how many chops he could land before the ten count, managing to irish whip Tamsin back into the ring before the ten count. With the match finally back inside, the first pin attempt of the match was made. A kickout by Tamsin kept the match rolling forward. Tyson stood Tamsin up, and poised her for The Vanish of Hope. But Tamsin managed to fight Tyson back. She only forced a small amount of space, but Tyson closed the gap immediately running her through and crunching her into the corner with a high impact clothesline. Tamsin stumbled out of the corner managing to wobble down to a knee. From there her head was snapped back by a superkick from Gregory! Another cover! ONE. TWO. NO! Again Tamsin showed some life, with a late kickout. Shaking his head, Tyson instead began to work on Tamsin’s back again. However, Tamsin managed to catch Gregory by surprise with a slow backslider attempt. However, Tyson rolled out of the backslide and instead reversed, picking up Tamsin. In a fluid stroke Tyson hit his backbreaker into double knees, that looked brutal! The impact so strong it bounced Tamsin back to her feet. From there Tyson kipped up and immediately jumped with a Backstabber to Tamsin! It had to be over, Tyson hooked the leg. ONE. TWO. THR-NO! The fans are at a feverpitch as Tamsin kicked out yet again! Tyson looks on in disbelief, shaking his head, From there the match transitioned into a slug fest. Fresher than Tamsin, Tyson was getting the better of an exchange of hands, until VETO! Tamsin connected with a headbutt out of nowhere, right against the bridge of Tyson’s nose! Blood starts to leak out as Tyson holds his nose in pain. As he pulls his hands away at the hard camera, we see a truly cinematic shot of a crooked and leaking nose. Tamsin’s unable to make an advantage with her opening as she’s still grounded and favoring her back. Tyson’s clearly pissed now. He stalked behind Tamsin, before snatching her up viciously by her hair. The official is giving Tyson an earful about the hair, but instead he keeps his grasp - holding her up just in place to go for a leaping neckbreaker! But no! Tamsin slipped out at the last second as Tyson hits the canvas. Tamsin tries to hit another homer as she charged in with another headbutt - BUT NO! TYSON GOT UP AND REVERSED! Catching her head perfectly into The End of Your Sorrow! It’s over! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Tyson’s just sulking and cleaning the blood away from his face. The Liberty fans are on their feet as they know this match is reaching a furious finish! Slowly Tyson makes it over to Tamsin and picks her back to her feet. He starts to ready her for his Cradle Tombstone Piledriver, but Tamsin slinks out again and rolls up Tyson with a handful of tights! But its only a feint, as she rolls Tyson through the pin and onto his knees! Tamsin hit the ropes and charged back at him with a running knee! The strike connected sending Tyson through the ropes and crashing to the outside! Not content with a count out, Tamsin slowly got up and measured the ropes! With a diving outside rana of her own she took to the air, only to get caught by Tyson who was playing opposum ringside. He caught her in with legs over his shoulders and he immediately dropped her to the floor with a sickening powerbomb! BUT HE WASN’T DONE! He kept hold of Tamsin and deadlifted her for an Apron Powerbomb! He kept the hold as he backpedaled and literally threw Tamsin back into the ring, sending her through the middle ropes! In his assault he nearly lost track of time, sliding into the ring to beat a ten count. These two looked gassed, they needed to lean on each other just to get back to their feet. The crowd went back and forth with dueling chants for the slow punches. Tyson managed to build up some momentum getting off three unanswered punches that had Tamsin wobbly. Tyson was looking for something big as he backed into the ropes looking to rebound. BUT TAMSIN CHARGED RIGHT AFTER HIM! VETO! Another headbutt right as Tyson was bounding back on the ropes, the strike send both of them spilling and tumbling down to the ring, with Tamsin awkwardly landing over Tyson, sliding in the official made his count. ONE. TWO. THREE! The battle was over, and with how Tamsin remained motionless and draped over Tyson - it was safe to say that last Veto rattled them both to a little nap. The EMT’s were quick on hand to sort out the blood and concussion protocol as we moved on to our next segment. WINNER Tamsin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 20:34 FINISHING MOVE Veto |
BACKSTAGE
A prerecorded video began to roll, focus falling solely upon none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux at an undisclosed location. As the picture panned out, it was shown that Xavier was standing at the edge of the roof of an unknown building. His face was lacking the usual arrogance, showing more of a serious look than usual. His arms crossed at his chest, he began to speak.
Xavier Laroux: Tonight..this is it. Me and Jade? We squash this. No more bringin up past problems. No more gettin involved in each other's business. Everythin just..goes back to how it should have been from the very start.
Those arms of his would uncross before dropping down to his sides. Xavier looked over that edge, the entirety of his attention focused on that far drop below him. His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath, sighing out softly.
Xavier Laroux: But before we can get to that..one of us hasta take the fall..one of us hasta throw the other straight to hell. And I'm okay with that.
That serious expression began to lighten up as he took a step back and then another, backing away from the edge of that roof.
Xavier Laroux: If sendin you to hell is what I gotta do so I can move on with my career here in Liberty..then I'll do it with a fuckin smile.
With one of those hands, he brought it up to run across the hair atop his head. Finally, that look of utter arrogance took hold of Laroux's features as he spoke his last bit.
Xavier Laroux: I'm ready Jade, more ready than I'll ever be. Let's finish this.
A single nod of his head was given as Laroux turned his back, the scene slowly fading away.
A prerecorded video began to roll, focus falling solely upon none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux at an undisclosed location. As the picture panned out, it was shown that Xavier was standing at the edge of the roof of an unknown building. His face was lacking the usual arrogance, showing more of a serious look than usual. His arms crossed at his chest, he began to speak.
Xavier Laroux: Tonight..this is it. Me and Jade? We squash this. No more bringin up past problems. No more gettin involved in each other's business. Everythin just..goes back to how it should have been from the very start.
Those arms of his would uncross before dropping down to his sides. Xavier looked over that edge, the entirety of his attention focused on that far drop below him. His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath, sighing out softly.
Xavier Laroux: But before we can get to that..one of us hasta take the fall..one of us hasta throw the other straight to hell. And I'm okay with that.
That serious expression began to lighten up as he took a step back and then another, backing away from the edge of that roof.
Xavier Laroux: If sendin you to hell is what I gotta do so I can move on with my career here in Liberty..then I'll do it with a fuckin smile.
With one of those hands, he brought it up to run across the hair atop his head. Finally, that look of utter arrogance took hold of Laroux's features as he spoke his last bit.
Xavier Laroux: I'm ready Jade, more ready than I'll ever be. Let's finish this.
A single nod of his head was given as Laroux turned his back, the scene slowly fading away.
BACKSTAGE
”Sshhhhh.”
”Sshhhhh.”
The hiss comes from somewhere in what we can assume is a dark room. Or a remote corner of the arena. Or then again, it could be anywhere else. It’s hard to tell when all you see is pitch black. And all you “hear” is an eerie silence.
”Doesn’t this feel good?”
The Liberty Pro fans would definitely identify that voice as that of their champion, Helena Noir, speaking briefly from the utter darkness. No sounds of a switch flicking follows her words, no sudden burst of light illuminating her or the room she was in. Only the immutability of the blackness that engulfed the room.
Helena Noir: “We live our lives constantly under the spotlights, we have this huge floodlight constantly pointed on us. In that ring, backstage, on social media. Everything we say and do goes under the microscope, gets dissected by your rivals, your friends and people who know absolutely nothing about your life alike. Don’t you get tired of it?”
A pause.
Helena Noir: “I do. And that’s why I like to come here. Away from them, away from the noise. Here, in the middle of nothing, I can focus on what really matters.“
The scrape of a match is heard, its wavering light shines through the darkness for a second, until Helena’s tattooed hand shields it. Slowly, it moves toward the camera, lighting up a candle placed in front of her and next to the Liberty Championship.
Helena Noir: “This is what matters to you right? This is the reason why you waged your personal war against Lyric, for this you threw a cameraman through a wall, to get closer to this, you ruined match, after match, after match. For gold and leather you deprived the fans of what they came to see.”
The central plate of LPW’s most coveted prize shines in the feeble candlelight, the little flame reflecting on the gold. The champion’s finger comes back into frame, tracing its outline.
Helena Noir: “You’re chasing this title for what it is, not for what it means. You want the fame, the fortune, the money, your name in shining lights, the main event spot. But there’s more to it than your eyes can see, there’s more than what your fingers can touch. This title is more than an accessory, it weighs a lot more than ten pounds. To carry it, you must be ready to carry the weight of the company, holding it makes you the standard bearer of Liberty Pro.
I’ll be the first one to admit that I haven’t been up to the task recently, I let outside factors distract me and that allowed low-life scum like you to creep in far too close to the title than I should have let you be. I’ll fix my mistake tonight.”
The Liberty Champion grabs the candle in her hand, keeping it close to the title.
Helena Noir: “I hope you had fun this past month, I hope this rise to the top was worthy. They say that what matters is the journey, not the destination. And that’s good for you, because you will never reach yours.
All this ruckus you created, all the noise, the screams, everything you did to get here tonight at Festivus For The Rest Of Us, none of that will matter when you step in that ring with me.”
Helena raises her hand to her chest, holding the candle in front of her neck. Standing out right behind the flame is her tattoo, reading “Stay Gold”.
Helena Noir: “The fire that lit your way until now, it’ll be put out by me tonight.”
She blows off the candle.
Helena Noir: “Fondu Au Noir.”
HEADLINE: SCAFFOLDING MATCH
Jade Night vs Xavier Laroux
Jade Night vs Xavier Laroux
RECAP We return ringside where the cameras are showing the scene of the Hardcore Scaffold Match. A scaffold is 30 feet over the ring. The camera up top views various weapons, such as a baton, a kendo stick, a couple of steel chairs, brass knuckles, and other items placed and attached at certain points of the scaffold. Below, in the ring, the crew is completing stacking tables on top of each other, 3 high, all around the inside of the ring. The fans cheer loudly, knowing they are going to see something completely insane. The bell rings as Laroux and Night are on opposite ends of the scaffold staring at each other. Laroux slowly walks forward, as does Night. Laroux stops next to a kendo stick, and looks at it. He then walks away from it. Jade stops by a baton, and she continues walking forward without it. They reach each other and stand there. Laroux is clearly taller but this doesn’t phase the general manager of Liberty Pro. The crowd is in unison, looking up towards them and cheering, as Laroux strikes first and hits Night in the jaw. Night rears back and returns fire with a right of her own. They then start unloading rights at the same time on top of the scaffold as the crowd is eating it up. Xavier starts to get the upper hand, as he blocks a Jade right, and delivers a kick to her gut, keeling her over. Xavier grabs Night’s head, and picks her up in the air for a suplex onto the scaffold. Jade throws a knee from upside down to the head of Laroux, causing Xavier to drop her. Night then grabs the head of Laroux, and delivers a quick DDT onto the scaffold. Jade backs away on the scaffold, as Xavier is holding his head, while blood drips down his arm from the wound opened up from the DDT onto the unforgiving scaffold. Jade grabs a kendo stick, and pulls it from the strap that is holding it. As Xavier starts getting back up, Night winds up, and swings it hard, onto the head of Laroux. He doesn't go down, and Night smacks him again, causing more blood to flow down his face. Jade runs at Laroux and swings one more time, nailing him in the head, and Laroux drops onto the scaffold in a bloody heap. Night looks at what's left of the kendo stick and tosses it over the edge, as it falls onto the tables in the ring. The crowd is going crazy, as Night screams at Xavier, telling him this is what he deserves. Jade now grabs Laroux by the head, and tries dragging him to the edge of the scaffold. Laroux lays flat, and holds onto the bottom edge trying to stop being dropped. Jade gets up and lands a few stomps to the back of Laroux. She then lifts him up by the head, and slaps him in his face, spraying blood over the side. She slaps him again, jerking Laroux back. Jade then turns and pulls a steel chair from it's straps. She turns around, and Laroux is already airborne, cutting Night in half with a thunderous spear. The chair bounces off of the scaffold and lands on top of the tables with a loud bang, as both competitors are on the scaffold in pain. Laroux is up, as Night is holding her ribs in agony. X turns and bends down to grab the baton, and lifts it up. He walks over to Jade, and at first goes to swing it, but then he looks at the weapon in his hand. He shakes his head, and tosses it over into the ring 30 feet below. He then picks Jade up and signals to finish it. Xavier puts Night's head between his legs, and then turns adjacent to the scaffold as if to throw her off. The crowd are on their feet, as Xavier lifts Jade up in the air, and is walked to the edge of the scaffold. Jade starts delivering right hands into the cut on Xavier's forehead, and he let's go, as Jade jumps over Xavier's head, and lands behind him. Xavier turns around, and is nailed by Sweet Dreams (Superkick) from Night! Xavier stumbles toward the edge and falls on his back. Half of his body is hanging off the side of the scaffold, and it looks as if he is about to go over. Jade slowly makes her way to Xavier and she tries to push him off the scaffold with her foot but Xavier starts to push back. Eventually Xavier thrusts his shoulder into Jade’s leg and it causes her to stumble back. Xavier now gets up and he tackles Jade down onto the scaffold and he mounts himself on top of her. Xavier then begins to deliver multiple left and right punches to Jade’s face at a furious rate. Xavier finally gets up off of Jade and he grabs a kendo stick. Jade is up on her hands and knees and Xavier delivers a hard kendo stick blow to the back of Jade and Jade screams out in pain. Xavier then begins to deliver several blows at a quick rate to the back of Jade before snapping the kendo stick over his head which causes Jade’s body to go limp. Xavier tries to pull up Jade but he struggles to do so due to exhaustion and the fact that Jade is out cold. Xavier then starts to kick Jade’s ribcage in frustration and the fans start to boo. Xavier finally manages to pick Jade up and he has her on his shoulders. It looks like Xavier is about to throw Jade off of his shoulders but Jade now begins to stir and she’s holding onto Xavier for dear life. Jade finally manages to wiggle free and she lands behind Xavier. Jade jumps into the air and pulls Xavier down onto her knees, nailing a vicious backstabber. Both fighters then lie on the scaffolding motionless and the fans start to go nuts. After a few seconds the two hated rivals begin to stir and they get to their knees. They then begin to trade forearm blows to each other before Jade begins to get the upper hand and she then jumps on top of Xavier and starts to punch him with several closed fisted shots. Jade then stands up and lifts Xavier up with her. But Xavier ends up countering with a kick to Jade’s cut before he grabs Jade by the head and nails a stunner which causes Jade to stumble backwards and fall off of the scaffolding!!! Jade is hanging off of the side of the scaffolding and is holding on with one hand before reaching up with his second hand and gripping the side. She looks down and shakes her head before looking up and trying to power herself back up. Suddenly Xavier Laroux is standing over her with a smug grin on his face as he lifts his boot up in the air as if he is about to stomp on Jade’s fingers. But here comes her fiance, Brendan Callaghan, running down the ramp and trying to climb up the giant ladder that goes up to the scaffolding but NO! His brother, Sean Callaghan is there and he pulls Brendan down from the ladder! The two argue back and forth but Sean grabs Brendan and hits him with Shipping Up To Boston (Fireman's carry dropped into a knee lift - Go To Sleep)! Xavier points down and laughs as his former rival, Sean Callaghan, takes Brendan out. Jade looks down as she hangs on the scaffold and screams at Sean. Sean looks up at Xavier and gives him the thumbs up to end it. Xavier lifts his foot up and it slams down onto Jade’s fingers and she can’t hold on any longer and she lets go, falling the thirty feet off of the scaffold and crashing through the tables. The bell rings and "Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and The Tramps plays over the PA system. Xavier nods at Sean, who nods back and what could all of this possibly mean? WINNER Xavier Laroux METHOD Jade fell off scaffold MATCH LENGTH 22:42 FINISHING MOVE Foot stomp |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras head to the back, where they are following behind Tamsin. She’s walking gingerly to her dressing room. She doesn’t have much to say to the camera crew trailing her, even as they try to get insight into her thoughts about her match. She ignores them as she makes it close to her dressing room, until the camera shows ROTTEN in the shot!
They looked banged and battered, but more than anything they look accomplished as OTK’s displaying the Liberty Pro tag belts over his shoulders. He’s flanked by Micaela who’s nursing Rory down with an ice pack. The stand off looks tense at first, until OTK breaks into a wry smile. He gives Tamsin’s shoulder a pat and gives her ROTTEN’s good luck for tonight.
Tamsin looks confused as the trio walk out of the shot. Tamsin just shook it off, opening the door to her dressing room. Where she stops frozen - the camera catching her from behind. She looks stunned, as if she’s just looking at something. As the camera nears for an over the shoulder shot, we never get to see what had Tamsin at a loss. Because the Manx Axe Murderer immediately turns around and tussles with the camera, fading us to black as we continue the show.
The cameras head to the back, where they are following behind Tamsin. She’s walking gingerly to her dressing room. She doesn’t have much to say to the camera crew trailing her, even as they try to get insight into her thoughts about her match. She ignores them as she makes it close to her dressing room, until the camera shows ROTTEN in the shot!
They looked banged and battered, but more than anything they look accomplished as OTK’s displaying the Liberty Pro tag belts over his shoulders. He’s flanked by Micaela who’s nursing Rory down with an ice pack. The stand off looks tense at first, until OTK breaks into a wry smile. He gives Tamsin’s shoulder a pat and gives her ROTTEN’s good luck for tonight.
Tamsin looks confused as the trio walk out of the shot. Tamsin just shook it off, opening the door to her dressing room. Where she stops frozen - the camera catching her from behind. She looks stunned, as if she’s just looking at something. As the camera nears for an over the shoulder shot, we never get to see what had Tamsin at a loss. Because the Manx Axe Murderer immediately turns around and tussles with the camera, fading us to black as we continue the show.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Helena Noir vs Scotty Latimer
Helena Noir vs Scotty Latimer
RECAP For our main event, French-Canadian ring announcer Toní Kimel was out to introduce our champion and challenger. However, before Helena’s intro could be finished, Latimer pounced before the bell. After a few boots, the ring bells officially sound off starting the match. You can feel Scotty hunger to be champion, as he’s laying it in with every strike against Helena. The first big move of the match was made with a Snap Dragon Suplex from Latimer that netted him a two count. He looked to full court press Helena, wailing on her in between going for more pin attempts. Each time the champions resiliently kicked out, only earning herself a further beating at the hands of Latimore. Scotty stood Helena on her feet, from here the champ got in a couple of hope strikes - but Scotty completely stuffed her attempt of building momentum with a superkick across the face. He went for another cover, broken up at two. Scotty was a man possessed as he didn’t look deterred. Instead he slapped the mat, and went right back on his smothering offensive. A spiking DDT sent Noir to the floor, and Scotty stood over her - marking his spot. He goes for his standing shooting star press - but the champ shows her savvy, catching him as he fell right into a Guillotine! The out of nowhere choke surprises everyone. However, Scotty managed to flail himself to the ropes to break up the hold. From here Helena started to build a head of steam. A series of leg lariats floored Scotty. He’d get up every time and feed into another leg lariat. It builds up too a corner dropkick! Noir stamped him in there with a running forearm for good measure. The crowd was building along with her, and with her positioning she treated the fans to a Sliced Bread #2, hooking the leg as the move landed. However, Latimer managed to kick out at two. The match raged on, with Helena starting to really open up the offense. A roundhouse kick kneeled Latimer, and she finished the combo with a running shining wizard! One! Two! Latimer shouldered out! It seemed as if the tables had turned on Scotty completely, as Helena was now swarming the man. Scotty could find no rest on the ground either, as he had to squirm and muscle out of various different submissions from Noir - to the point where he just slithered out the ring completely! Helena wasn’t finished with him. And bailed out of the ring to go after him. However, it turned out to be a ruse - as Scotty pivoted on his heels and clobbered Helena with a clothesline as soon as she reached the outside! The fans jeered as Scotty began to take liberties, repeatedly running the champ into the apron. The official began yelling for Scotty to take the match back inside the ring. He looked as if he was going to obliged the official as he carried himself and Helena to the apron. BUT NO! SPANISH FLY RIGHT ONTO THE STEPS! Scotty was going to pull out all the stops to get this title. He rolled Helena back into the ring for the cover. ONE! TWO! NO! Latimer gritted his teeth and began to argue the speed of the count. He shouldn’t have took his eyes off of Noir, as she quickly wrapped up for a TRIANGLE CHOKE! Scotty was caught off guard and in the worst spot in the ring. He looked as if he was going to tap, but instead he flipped himself forward, floating over Helena and pinning her to the canvas, ONE! TWO! NO! Helena untangled herself from the pin and crawled away to catch her breath. Scotty got to his feet and quickly scrambled after Helena, locking his arms around her waist. With his momentum he ran Helena shoulder first into the ring post - earning himself some heat for his shortcut. He looked completely content with doing whatever he needed to do, as he ran her shoulder into the post again and again and again! His assault left Helena back first on the canvas and in deep pain. Scotty took advantage to hit the ropes. Quickly scaling up and coming down with a BEAUTIFUL 450 SPLASH! He looked as if he caved Helena in half! Scotty didn’t even go for the pin. Instead he quickly got back up and hit the corner again! Top Rope! A SHOOTING STAR PRESS! This time it didn’t fail as he flattened Helena with the breath taking move. The fans were really roused by the aerial display! With the way Helena lay flat in the ring, the could smell a new champion coming! Again Scotty neglects the pin attempt, heading once more for the corner. The fans are on their feet as Scotty trash talking Helena from the top! He says it’s all over as he leaps off going for his finisher MAGIRANGER! IT HITS! The top rope frog elbow almost folded the champ like a lawn chair! NOW Scotty’s going for the pin! ONE! TWO! OH NO REVERSAL! Helena comes back alive with a sudden Triangle Choke! She has Scotty fighting hard! After a gruesome whole minute of being locked in, Latimer looked as if he was going to fade… UNTIL HE DIDN’T! In a last spurt of energy, Scotty managed to get to his feet, and deadlift Helena up from the mat, even with her choke! A POWERBOMB! BUT HELENA HELD ON! Slowly Scotty lifted her for another! POWERBOMB! HELENA’S GRIP SLIPPED, BUT SHE QUICKLY LOCKED IT BACK IN! Again, Scotty stumbled back up - looking to drop her with another bomb to break her hold. He looks weary, like it may be his last shot at it. However, before he could drop her Helena releases the lock herself. She falls back on her feet and immediately goes for the cradle ddt! FONDU AU NOIR! Scotty’s head smacks into the mat, and then gets yanked roughly from the Guillotine Choke! SCOTTY’S FIGHTING! But slowly he fades, as his arms go limp! The official calls for the bell as Helena has him clutched. Unwilling to let go, just like her championship! WINNER Helena Noir METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 19:22 FINISHING MOVE Fondu Au Noir |
MAIN EVENT: CASH IN FOR A SHOT
AT THE LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Helena Noir vs Tamsin
Helena Noir vs Tamsin
RECAP With Helena’s theme playing she finally lets her vice grip over Scotty free. The crowd is on their feet in a display of appreciation for the champion’s toughness, in taking Scotty’s best shots! The official is just handing her the Liberty Pro championship until “Boys x Girls” hits the Barclays Center! The crowd is looking towards the ramp… AND EXPLODE! TAMSIN’S LIMPING DOWN THE RAMP WITH THE LIBERTY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE! Helena’s still holding her gut as she scoots herself to the corner. Tamsin makes it down the ramp and slides into the ring! With no hesitation she shoves the briefcase into the officials arms and tells him to “Ring the fucking bell!” Tamsin gingerly bounces on her feet in her corner as the official hands the briefcase off to the time keeper. Kimel’s back again as she announces the cash in to make it official! THIS SHOW AINT DONE YET! As Helena is pulling herself up in the corner, Tamsin goes even earlier than Scotty did, not even waiting for her own introduction as the challenger. Instead she rushes Helena in the corner, throwing wild and tired strikes. Helena does her best to shell up and withstand Tamsin’s rush of energy! Both of these women have been battered tonight, and its showing by their exchange in the corner. Helena managed to catch one of Tamsin’s punches, grapevining her legs around Tamsin’s arm and taking her down with a floating cross arm bar! Helena torques down all her weight and momentum on the arm looking for a snap as opposed to a tap! Tamsin’s in a bad way! However, much like Scotty she managed to find her feet! In a primal scream Tamsin lifted Helena up, only to drop her back down - head first against Tamsin’s exposed knee! HELENA STILL HAD THE LOCK IN TIGHT! STILL TAMSIN LIFTED UP! She turned and managed a creative bucklebomb variant that sent the back of Helena’s head whipping against the top turnbuckle! Enough for her to break the hold. As the champ stumbled forward Tamsin held her limp arm but quickly positioned herself behind Helena. SIXXXSHOOTER! TAMSIN HITS WITH THE REVERSE METEORA! By passing the pain done to her mangled arm, she used it along with her good arm to hook the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! SHE DID IT! The bell rings and Tamsin is announced the winner and the new Liberty Champion. She is handed the belt and she can barely stand, using the ropes to be on her feet while using the free hand to raise the Liberty Championship in the air. Helena Noir soon recovers and gets to her knees. She can’t believe it, she lost the Liberty Championship. She looks up at Tamsin and gives her a nod but also a look of, ‘this isn’t over.’ Tamsin also nods and acknowledges it. WINNER AND NEW LIBERTY CHAMPION… TAMSIN METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:56 FINISHING MOVE SIXXXSHOOTER |
RINGSIDE
“Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA as the patriarch of the Callaghan family, Nathan Callaghan, walks out to the top of the entrance way. Suddenly appearing next to him is Sean Callaghan, his son. The two walk down the ramp as Tamsin makes her way up with the Liberty Championship. Nathan gives her a nod as she gingerly walks by. Helena gingerly walks by as well and she eyes Nathan and Sean carefully, knowing they are up to no good. Nathan and Sean then get into the ring and Nathan grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Tonight, Xavier Laroux did something we all wanted. He threw Jade off the top of the scaffolding and ended her. The way she has handled things here lately has been nothing short of… Terrible. She shouldn’t have crossed me. First she brought in The Pride to target my wives and then? She had Alex Reeves target… Well, you all know now that Ava Ryan is my daughter, which is clearly a secret Jade shared with Alex. Ava wouldn’t have quit earlier if Ava didn’t taunt her with that secret because, well, she’s a Callaghan, and Callaghan’s don’t quit. But I digress… Since Jade is definitely out of action with God knows what injuries… We need a new general manager.
Nathan places a hand on Sean’s shoulder and grins.
Nathan Callaghan: And with the initiative my son, Sean, took earlier in the night? He is the perfect man for the job.
Nathan hands Sean the microphone and Sean begins to speak.
Sean Callaghan: Things are going to change around here. Liberation won’t see anymore feuds between management and it’s roster. I’m going to be doing shit the right way. It’s going to be about the roster and the wrestling. And whoever has a problem with the way I run things? They can get the fuck out!
“Choke” by Bowling For Soup blares over the PA system and out walks Brendan Callaghan. He has a serious look on his face as he’s clearly upset with what happened earlier and what’s going on now.
Nathan Callaghan: Jesus Christ, Brendan, what do you want?
Brendan Callaghan: I want you to apologize for what you’ve done! You sabotaged my future wife! How could you do that to me?
Nathan laughed and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: You should know better, Brendan. You know what happens when you step to me. She did it and she paid.
Brendan Callaghan: You can’t just punish her like that! This is crap, dad! Come on!!
Before Nathan could reply, “Stressed Out” cover by Our Last Night blares over the PA system and out walks Liam Callaghan! Liam looks over at his oldest brother Brendan and gives him a nod before raising a mic up to his lips and he begins to speak.
Liam Callaghan: Dad, you really forgot what you’ve done, didn’t you? You forgot that 50% of this company is in MY name. You said, ‘Liam, you’re the only bright one, so the future is in your hands.’ A pretty shitty thing to say considering how many kids you have, but hey, it works out in my favor.
Nathan Callaghan: NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!
Liam cuts Nathan off.
Liam Callaghan: No! You listen to me. Starting today? Freedom is officially back! We’ll have two shows, yours and Sean’s can be Liberation and mine, which will be ran by Jade Night, will be Freedom. And there’s not a DAMN thing you can do about it!
Sean and Nathan look livid in the ring while Brendan simply grabs his younger brother and pulls him in for a tight hug. The final shot of Festivus For The Rest of Us is of Sean and Nathan staring down Brendan and Liam.
“Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA as the patriarch of the Callaghan family, Nathan Callaghan, walks out to the top of the entrance way. Suddenly appearing next to him is Sean Callaghan, his son. The two walk down the ramp as Tamsin makes her way up with the Liberty Championship. Nathan gives her a nod as she gingerly walks by. Helena gingerly walks by as well and she eyes Nathan and Sean carefully, knowing they are up to no good. Nathan and Sean then get into the ring and Nathan grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Tonight, Xavier Laroux did something we all wanted. He threw Jade off the top of the scaffolding and ended her. The way she has handled things here lately has been nothing short of… Terrible. She shouldn’t have crossed me. First she brought in The Pride to target my wives and then? She had Alex Reeves target… Well, you all know now that Ava Ryan is my daughter, which is clearly a secret Jade shared with Alex. Ava wouldn’t have quit earlier if Ava didn’t taunt her with that secret because, well, she’s a Callaghan, and Callaghan’s don’t quit. But I digress… Since Jade is definitely out of action with God knows what injuries… We need a new general manager.
Nathan places a hand on Sean’s shoulder and grins.
Nathan Callaghan: And with the initiative my son, Sean, took earlier in the night? He is the perfect man for the job.
Nathan hands Sean the microphone and Sean begins to speak.
Sean Callaghan: Things are going to change around here. Liberation won’t see anymore feuds between management and it’s roster. I’m going to be doing shit the right way. It’s going to be about the roster and the wrestling. And whoever has a problem with the way I run things? They can get the fuck out!
“Choke” by Bowling For Soup blares over the PA system and out walks Brendan Callaghan. He has a serious look on his face as he’s clearly upset with what happened earlier and what’s going on now.
Nathan Callaghan: Jesus Christ, Brendan, what do you want?
Brendan Callaghan: I want you to apologize for what you’ve done! You sabotaged my future wife! How could you do that to me?
Nathan laughed and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: You should know better, Brendan. You know what happens when you step to me. She did it and she paid.
Brendan Callaghan: You can’t just punish her like that! This is crap, dad! Come on!!
Before Nathan could reply, “Stressed Out” cover by Our Last Night blares over the PA system and out walks Liam Callaghan! Liam looks over at his oldest brother Brendan and gives him a nod before raising a mic up to his lips and he begins to speak.
Liam Callaghan: Dad, you really forgot what you’ve done, didn’t you? You forgot that 50% of this company is in MY name. You said, ‘Liam, you’re the only bright one, so the future is in your hands.’ A pretty shitty thing to say considering how many kids you have, but hey, it works out in my favor.
Nathan Callaghan: NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!
Liam cuts Nathan off.
Liam Callaghan: No! You listen to me. Starting today? Freedom is officially back! We’ll have two shows, yours and Sean’s can be Liberation and mine, which will be ran by Jade Night, will be Freedom. And there’s not a DAMN thing you can do about it!
Sean and Nathan look livid in the ring while Brendan simply grabs his younger brother and pulls him in for a tight hug. The final shot of Festivus For The Rest of Us is of Sean and Nathan staring down Brendan and Liam.