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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Fifty-Nine of Liberation
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom, Manhattan, NY
On Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021
Episode Fifty-Nine of Liberation
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom, Manhattan, NY
On Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Cain Ellis vs Ava Ryan
Cain Ellis vs Ava Ryan
| RECAP The bell sounds and Ava takes a moment to ask the official a question, but Caine doesn’t hesitate at all as he charges across the ring and squashes Ava in the corner. He starts to now stomp away, driving Ava into a lump on the canvas. He backs off and almost taunts for her to gets up. When she slowly gets to her feet, he charges in, dropping her with a running big boot. Ellis is quick to follow up, tossing her across the ring with a belly to belly overhead suplex. Caine again is slow to keep on her, watching her slowly get to her feet. Ava tries a hard chop to his chest but he is unwavered. She hits him with another and it just draws a smile to his face. She rears back to slap him in the face but he catches her hand and pulls her in, taking her down with an angle slam. Ava starts to crawl to the corner, trying to get some distance between her and Caine but this time he follows up with a Doomsday Saito suplex that drops Ava on her neck and shoulders. He makes a point to slowly pull her up again and hit a second Doomsday Saito before pinning her for the win. WINNER Cain Ellis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 3:32 FINISHING MOVE Doomsday Saito POST MATCH After the referee raises Caine’s hand, he calls for a microphone. An almost evil smirk comes to his face as his intense stare locks onto the camera. Caine Ellis: It is time for the path of my destruction to take on a much bigger victim. One by one they are placed before me, one by one they fall down. I haven’t had issue showing exactly what I can do to those placed before me. But it’s time I tempt fate and change the course of my path. Xavier Laroux, your name is one that I intend on adding to the wreckage I leave behind me. Prepare yourself because this path of destruction is coming after you. He throws the microphone down and lets out a sinister laugh. |
BACKSTAGE
It’s been a week since Kendrick secured his chance at the Anarchy Championship by pinning PPV and he still had that in the back of his mind but he also had a new opponent this week.
He was walking into the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom when a camera caught up with him. He smirked a bit at it and then rolled his eyes, stopping by the locker room.
KENDRICK KROSS: I did exactly what I said I was going to do last week. At Liberation 58 I pinned PPV in that handicapped match and secured a shot at that title. Something that neither Cait or the champion thought that could happen.
A smirk stays across his face as he crosses his arms as he is eyeing the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: I’ve finally gotten away from Cait as well. This week I get Hope Williams. It’s going to be nice not being in a match with her, not to mention winning once more.
Keeping his arms crossed he leaned nip against the hard cold wall pausing to gather his thoughts and think for a moment.
KENDRICK KROSS: Hope hasn’t exactly been what you call very successful the past few weeks. I’ve been there,l. But this is no time for jokes or me feeling bad for anyone. Hope this is all about the W. Anyway you can and that’s exactly what I plan on doing this week. I did what I said I’d do last week and I’m saying this now. There’s no way I lose this match. This is all about keeping my momentum going and I don’t see a way that it disappears and I get back on the losing train. So Hope, don’t expect a turn around here for you. That’s not going to happen and believe me, I guarantee you that. I’ll see ya out there.
With that Kendrick leaves a wink and walks in the locker room.
It’s been a week since Kendrick secured his chance at the Anarchy Championship by pinning PPV and he still had that in the back of his mind but he also had a new opponent this week.
He was walking into the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom when a camera caught up with him. He smirked a bit at it and then rolled his eyes, stopping by the locker room.
KENDRICK KROSS: I did exactly what I said I was going to do last week. At Liberation 58 I pinned PPV in that handicapped match and secured a shot at that title. Something that neither Cait or the champion thought that could happen.
A smirk stays across his face as he crosses his arms as he is eyeing the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: I’ve finally gotten away from Cait as well. This week I get Hope Williams. It’s going to be nice not being in a match with her, not to mention winning once more.
Keeping his arms crossed he leaned nip against the hard cold wall pausing to gather his thoughts and think for a moment.
KENDRICK KROSS: Hope hasn’t exactly been what you call very successful the past few weeks. I’ve been there,l. But this is no time for jokes or me feeling bad for anyone. Hope this is all about the W. Anyway you can and that’s exactly what I plan on doing this week. I did what I said I’d do last week and I’m saying this now. There’s no way I lose this match. This is all about keeping my momentum going and I don’t see a way that it disappears and I get back on the losing train. So Hope, don’t expect a turn around here for you. That’s not going to happen and believe me, I guarantee you that. I’ll see ya out there.
With that Kendrick leaves a wink and walks in the locker room.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Kendrick Kross vs Hope Williams
Kendrick Kross vs Hope Williams
| RECAP The match begins with intensity as Kendrick and Hope go into exchanging right hands and transition into kicks before Kenrick does a spinning backfist and Hope turns but then hits her pele kick. The two get back up and Kendrick ducks the high kick and runs into the ropes. Kendrick ducks a clothesline and both stars bounce off the ropes as Kendrick hits Hope with his superkick just as Hope tries a flying knee. The match turns into a submission focus as Kendrick tries both a muta lock and a kimura to win but Hope grabs the ropes. It picks back up with the pair trading suplexes, kicks and Kendrick edging out with a hurricanrana driver for a near fall. Hope almost gets the win when she goes for Ray of Hope (Double Rotation Moonsault Stomp) but no! Kendrick rolls out of the way. When Hope turns, Kross nails her with a running knee strike before hitting the top ropes and hitting her with his Coup De Gras. He pins her and gets the three count and the win. WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:33 FINISHING MOVE Coup De Gras |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Standing on top of the arena that Liberty was booked in, CVO was standing at the very edge of the roof. Her hands idling by her hips, her right one gripped tight around the bottom half of ‘Revy’ he beloved “vampire bat,” as she called her. She was already ready for her upcoming match, her eyes ahead. Something was on this auburn haired brawler’s mind as she looked off. Furtive, thoughtful, but otherwise deadly as her thumb moved up the mahogany build of that clearly lethal weapon of hers.
CVO: “My entire life I’ve been told what a woman’s place is. I’ve been told that I wasn’t big enough, or strong enough, or fast enough, or even fuckin’ smart enough to do what I wanted. I wasn’t good enough. To my parents, I was a girl and therefore I really only had the one job I was good for, which didn’t really make sense, because I have a sister that’s a doctor. Why the fuck did I have to be a homemaker? Why did I have to..”
She paused, she rolled her fuckin’ jaw until it cracked. Irritated? It wasn’t the word for it. She was angry. Something stirred at the wildfire inside of her heart and it was showing.
CVO: “Now we’ve got another woman who wants to tell other women what they are. I know, I know, the whole world cries that it was just one comment! It was just once! CVO, why the fuck do you care what one person said?”
Those blue eyes cut to the side, to the camera, staring as she turned and hefted up her bat to rest it on her shoulder.
CVO: “Because a lot of little girls, and little boys, little enbys, and kids that don’t really know what their gender is look up to her. They see the pretty lady with the allegedly successful fashion line and they think ‘Oh, I want to be her!’ and then they mimic and they emulate. They start to copy her behavior, they misgender the fuck out of people because, teehee, Precious Pepper Vain does it! It’s okay, and even though it was a moment, it sticks with these kids forever. They think it’s fuckin’ okay to say, and everyone else is squawking that it’s not a big deal. They don’t get it. They’re stupid kids. Kids aren’t supposed to know what’s acceptable, they gotta learn it.”
Pause. Beat. She closed her eyes for a moment and lifted her head, basking in the moonlight. She needed to catch her thought pattern before looking back ahead, eyes open.
CVO: “I had to learn it. I’m no fucking role model. I’m barely capable of being a decent human being most days. I’m one of the bad guys even, but if PPV? She’s just another soulless fuck that’s everything wrong with wrestling. She’s a do nothing bitch who thinks slapping on make up and shaking your ass is what makes you a woman. She’s just a prettier, more PG version of a TERF. I’m not knocking the ass shaking or the make up, I’m knocking the fake fucking attitude and the way she treats women that’re different.”
That’s when she lifted the bat off of her shoulder, and pointed it right at the camera.
CVO: “Or maybe I just don’t fuckin’ like her and I’m looking for an excuse to jam my foot down her throat. Who knows, right?”
And with that, she didn’t even smash the camera, she just walked over to the door, so that she could descend the stairs back down.
Standing on top of the arena that Liberty was booked in, CVO was standing at the very edge of the roof. Her hands idling by her hips, her right one gripped tight around the bottom half of ‘Revy’ he beloved “vampire bat,” as she called her. She was already ready for her upcoming match, her eyes ahead. Something was on this auburn haired brawler’s mind as she looked off. Furtive, thoughtful, but otherwise deadly as her thumb moved up the mahogany build of that clearly lethal weapon of hers.
CVO: “My entire life I’ve been told what a woman’s place is. I’ve been told that I wasn’t big enough, or strong enough, or fast enough, or even fuckin’ smart enough to do what I wanted. I wasn’t good enough. To my parents, I was a girl and therefore I really only had the one job I was good for, which didn’t really make sense, because I have a sister that’s a doctor. Why the fuck did I have to be a homemaker? Why did I have to..”
She paused, she rolled her fuckin’ jaw until it cracked. Irritated? It wasn’t the word for it. She was angry. Something stirred at the wildfire inside of her heart and it was showing.
CVO: “Now we’ve got another woman who wants to tell other women what they are. I know, I know, the whole world cries that it was just one comment! It was just once! CVO, why the fuck do you care what one person said?”
Those blue eyes cut to the side, to the camera, staring as she turned and hefted up her bat to rest it on her shoulder.
CVO: “Because a lot of little girls, and little boys, little enbys, and kids that don’t really know what their gender is look up to her. They see the pretty lady with the allegedly successful fashion line and they think ‘Oh, I want to be her!’ and then they mimic and they emulate. They start to copy her behavior, they misgender the fuck out of people because, teehee, Precious Pepper Vain does it! It’s okay, and even though it was a moment, it sticks with these kids forever. They think it’s fuckin’ okay to say, and everyone else is squawking that it’s not a big deal. They don’t get it. They’re stupid kids. Kids aren’t supposed to know what’s acceptable, they gotta learn it.”
Pause. Beat. She closed her eyes for a moment and lifted her head, basking in the moonlight. She needed to catch her thought pattern before looking back ahead, eyes open.
CVO: “I had to learn it. I’m no fucking role model. I’m barely capable of being a decent human being most days. I’m one of the bad guys even, but if PPV? She’s just another soulless fuck that’s everything wrong with wrestling. She’s a do nothing bitch who thinks slapping on make up and shaking your ass is what makes you a woman. She’s just a prettier, more PG version of a TERF. I’m not knocking the ass shaking or the make up, I’m knocking the fake fucking attitude and the way she treats women that’re different.”
That’s when she lifted the bat off of her shoulder, and pointed it right at the camera.
CVO: “Or maybe I just don’t fuckin’ like her and I’m looking for an excuse to jam my foot down her throat. Who knows, right?”
And with that, she didn’t even smash the camera, she just walked over to the door, so that she could descend the stairs back down.
BACKSTAGE
In only her second full year as a professional, “Fortune’s Favourite” has already managed to capture a fifth major title, as well as run three record breaking reigns in three respective companies. Add to that the gold she knows she will claim in GEW, and you can see the impressive beginning to a sports entertainer’s resume.
All of that is far from the mind of Gustav Pascenko right now. The former star wrestler massages his temples as he strides forward at PPV’s side.
Gustav Pascenko: “Precious... what have you done? 3 more days. 3 more days and you’d overtake Warren Corbett as the longest reigning Anarchy champion. The first to reach 100 days!”
The Anarchy champion is watching her back as always. Holding up her handheld mirror, a thoughtful mind would recognise she was not simply admiring her lovely reflection. As a habit since last losing her title under 24/7 rules, she observes the goings on behind her to make sure she doesn’t get snuck upon.
PPV: “What’s the problem, Gus? The days don't matter. What matters is that I stand alone as the greatest Anarchy champion in the history of this company.”:
Precious glances at her title.
PPV: “I first won this a month into my career. That was huge for me. As for winning it back… nevermind going back to square one, It was worse than that. The Anarchy title went through The darkest blot on its history. It had been tarnished by quitters like Tamsin and failures like Kendrick Kross. It’d been treated like hot, hot garbage and its prestige needed to be restored. The likes of those clowns reduced the Anarchy title to a paper championship.”
She returns her gaze to the mirror, keeping up the facade by playing with her hair.
PPV: “So I showed everyone who I am. A big time player. I brought the Anarchy title back to prominence once again. I've been transcending the sport and making Liberty mainstream. And it’s all because unlike say, Kendrick Kross, I see the bigger picture. I see the masterpiece before I even pick up the brush, Gus.
Precious narrows her eyes.
PPV: The hands will never surpass the eyes. Unless you cultivate the "eyes" to discern good from bad, you cannot hope to improve the "hands" that create works of art. Those with good eyes will improve far more rapidly than those without.”
PPV’s big bold eyes look straight ahead.
PPV: “So don’t worry. It’ll make your hair fall out at your age. I’ll return to Liberation next week with gold wrapped around my waist as always.”
Gus sighs.
Gustav Pascenko: “There’s still the problem of getting through tonight. And the record.”
PPV: “Nothing wrong with how tonight’s been set up. I know about a thing called anticipation. This isn’t like the other 24/7 rules thrown out the blue. This time we're gonna have people tuning in to see what happens. I’ve made Liberation revolve around the Anarchy championship with a buzz before the show’s even begun. Elevating the title once again.
What I've done for the Anarchy title is more than can be said for anyone else. I beat off 4 challengers, including a REBELLION world champion one after the other in one night. I wore it proudly as the first ever Anarchy champion to main event a supershow. And not a small supershow. A cross-company affair climaxing in Wargames. Where I thrived and eliminated almost half of the other team. I hosted a guest champion in Megan Rydell and defeated her. Got her so shook she had to call on her big sister to beat a “two bit model” in a cage match.”
“And now?”
PPV smirks.
PPV: “Now the Anarchy division and the Gotham division collide. For both, the champion of one clashes with the #1 contender of the other. PPV vs CVO. Another chance to elevate the Anarchy division higher should she win the Gotham title. The two of us even got to shoot the shit these last few days. And boy, she just doesn't know how to shut the fuck up, but hey, if Twitter mattered, she'd be the fucking champion of the world...but it doesn't. And she isn't."
Confident she isn’t being followed, PPV’s eyes drift to the camera.
PPV: “I don’t like CVO and CVO doesn’t like me. She’s not alone, but let me tell you something. If you haven't pissed someone off by noon, then you probably aren't making any money. Especially in this business. When you don’t offend anyone, when you’re tolerable to everyone cos you try to please everyone, you’re the human embodiment of elevator music.”
“No one worships elevator music. Elevator music is trying to be all things to all people. It’s “tolerable” for everyone. But no one loves it. No one is going to rave about it. But when you’re polarizing like me? You're the bad guy in someone's story. And nothing you do will change that. But that’s not a bad thing. Just as there are people who hate me, there are people who LOVE me. Who worship me like I’m Jesus. And that ruffles feathers.”
Precious chuckles, shaking her head.
PPV: “I’m a perennial champion but some of y’all are so caught up in your hatred, you just wipe that from your memory. You look but have no eyes, you listen but have deaf ears. It’s why CVO’s burning brain cells thinking I called her a Trumper when I said she’s borrowing lines like Melania Trump. All because she’s too dumb to put 2 and 2 together since Melania was ragged for stealing lines from Michelle Obama’s speeches a while back. Cos that’s all CVO does. Repeat shit we’ve all heard before. Deny what’s right before her eyes.
Are you telling me you hope to beat me into a pulp with eyes as blind as yours, CVO? One of the things I, Precious Pepper Vain, like the most is to find someone who thinks they're some hot shit, and saying 'No' right to their faces.
So you can join the bandwagon. You can get on Twitter, you can keep bitching, crying, and moaning behind my back, but understand that you'll never be as good as me because none of you fucks work half as hard as I do. Now don’t start putting needles in the PPV voodoo doll just yet, my negative friend. I set a good example. I work harder than anybody in this company and that's a fucking fact. I lead from the front in Liberty and GEW, I’ve gone on a tear in Valiant and then I'm running my own fucking compoany. What the fuck are you doing? I’ve spoken about wrestling more in the last few minutes than some of you have this year. So this is an open call to everyone on the roster. Save me the Twitter bullshit and dish it out on the microphone without sounding like some bland, boring robotic piece of garbage. I don't need to cherry pick 6 month old jokes off Twitter, put on a tinfoil hat and parrot opinions because I don't need any crutches to show why I'm untouchable. Prove to me in that ring that you're not just a bunch of crybabies...prove it to one of the greatest champion’s Liberty Pro has ever had."
In only her second full year as a professional, “Fortune’s Favourite” has already managed to capture a fifth major title, as well as run three record breaking reigns in three respective companies. Add to that the gold she knows she will claim in GEW, and you can see the impressive beginning to a sports entertainer’s resume.
All of that is far from the mind of Gustav Pascenko right now. The former star wrestler massages his temples as he strides forward at PPV’s side.
Gustav Pascenko: “Precious... what have you done? 3 more days. 3 more days and you’d overtake Warren Corbett as the longest reigning Anarchy champion. The first to reach 100 days!”
The Anarchy champion is watching her back as always. Holding up her handheld mirror, a thoughtful mind would recognise she was not simply admiring her lovely reflection. As a habit since last losing her title under 24/7 rules, she observes the goings on behind her to make sure she doesn’t get snuck upon.
PPV: “What’s the problem, Gus? The days don't matter. What matters is that I stand alone as the greatest Anarchy champion in the history of this company.”:
Precious glances at her title.
PPV: “I first won this a month into my career. That was huge for me. As for winning it back… nevermind going back to square one, It was worse than that. The Anarchy title went through The darkest blot on its history. It had been tarnished by quitters like Tamsin and failures like Kendrick Kross. It’d been treated like hot, hot garbage and its prestige needed to be restored. The likes of those clowns reduced the Anarchy title to a paper championship.”
She returns her gaze to the mirror, keeping up the facade by playing with her hair.
PPV: “So I showed everyone who I am. A big time player. I brought the Anarchy title back to prominence once again. I've been transcending the sport and making Liberty mainstream. And it’s all because unlike say, Kendrick Kross, I see the bigger picture. I see the masterpiece before I even pick up the brush, Gus.
Precious narrows her eyes.
PPV: The hands will never surpass the eyes. Unless you cultivate the "eyes" to discern good from bad, you cannot hope to improve the "hands" that create works of art. Those with good eyes will improve far more rapidly than those without.”
PPV’s big bold eyes look straight ahead.
PPV: “So don’t worry. It’ll make your hair fall out at your age. I’ll return to Liberation next week with gold wrapped around my waist as always.”
Gus sighs.
Gustav Pascenko: “There’s still the problem of getting through tonight. And the record.”
PPV: “Nothing wrong with how tonight’s been set up. I know about a thing called anticipation. This isn’t like the other 24/7 rules thrown out the blue. This time we're gonna have people tuning in to see what happens. I’ve made Liberation revolve around the Anarchy championship with a buzz before the show’s even begun. Elevating the title once again.
What I've done for the Anarchy title is more than can be said for anyone else. I beat off 4 challengers, including a REBELLION world champion one after the other in one night. I wore it proudly as the first ever Anarchy champion to main event a supershow. And not a small supershow. A cross-company affair climaxing in Wargames. Where I thrived and eliminated almost half of the other team. I hosted a guest champion in Megan Rydell and defeated her. Got her so shook she had to call on her big sister to beat a “two bit model” in a cage match.”
“And now?”
PPV smirks.
PPV: “Now the Anarchy division and the Gotham division collide. For both, the champion of one clashes with the #1 contender of the other. PPV vs CVO. Another chance to elevate the Anarchy division higher should she win the Gotham title. The two of us even got to shoot the shit these last few days. And boy, she just doesn't know how to shut the fuck up, but hey, if Twitter mattered, she'd be the fucking champion of the world...but it doesn't. And she isn't."
Confident she isn’t being followed, PPV’s eyes drift to the camera.
PPV: “I don’t like CVO and CVO doesn’t like me. She’s not alone, but let me tell you something. If you haven't pissed someone off by noon, then you probably aren't making any money. Especially in this business. When you don’t offend anyone, when you’re tolerable to everyone cos you try to please everyone, you’re the human embodiment of elevator music.”
“No one worships elevator music. Elevator music is trying to be all things to all people. It’s “tolerable” for everyone. But no one loves it. No one is going to rave about it. But when you’re polarizing like me? You're the bad guy in someone's story. And nothing you do will change that. But that’s not a bad thing. Just as there are people who hate me, there are people who LOVE me. Who worship me like I’m Jesus. And that ruffles feathers.”
Precious chuckles, shaking her head.
PPV: “I’m a perennial champion but some of y’all are so caught up in your hatred, you just wipe that from your memory. You look but have no eyes, you listen but have deaf ears. It’s why CVO’s burning brain cells thinking I called her a Trumper when I said she’s borrowing lines like Melania Trump. All because she’s too dumb to put 2 and 2 together since Melania was ragged for stealing lines from Michelle Obama’s speeches a while back. Cos that’s all CVO does. Repeat shit we’ve all heard before. Deny what’s right before her eyes.
Are you telling me you hope to beat me into a pulp with eyes as blind as yours, CVO? One of the things I, Precious Pepper Vain, like the most is to find someone who thinks they're some hot shit, and saying 'No' right to their faces.
So you can join the bandwagon. You can get on Twitter, you can keep bitching, crying, and moaning behind my back, but understand that you'll never be as good as me because none of you fucks work half as hard as I do. Now don’t start putting needles in the PPV voodoo doll just yet, my negative friend. I set a good example. I work harder than anybody in this company and that's a fucking fact. I lead from the front in Liberty and GEW, I’ve gone on a tear in Valiant and then I'm running my own fucking compoany. What the fuck are you doing? I’ve spoken about wrestling more in the last few minutes than some of you have this year. So this is an open call to everyone on the roster. Save me the Twitter bullshit and dish it out on the microphone without sounding like some bland, boring robotic piece of garbage. I don't need to cherry pick 6 month old jokes off Twitter, put on a tinfoil hat and parrot opinions because I don't need any crutches to show why I'm untouchable. Prove to me in that ring that you're not just a bunch of crybabies...prove it to one of the greatest champion’s Liberty Pro has ever had."
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Precious Pepper Vain vs CVO
Precious Pepper Vain vs CVO
| RECAP At the sound of the bell, both CVO and Pepper walk out and circle each other for a moment, feeling each other out before going to lock up, but Pepper drops down and drives a knee into the midsection of CVO. She drives a second knee into his midsection before turning and hitting a backhand chop to the chest of CVO. CVO winces at the chop but PPV follows up with a second one that just seems to rile up CVO. She starts to walk up on PPV but she is quick to stick a thumb into his eye. As CVO staggers, she kicks her in the small of the back with a thud, she then snapmares CVO over and hits another kick square into her spine. With CVO down, PPV starts to stomp and drop knees to the shoulder area of CVO, trying to keep her down on the canvas. PPV makes a quick move to try to lock in the Red Riot but CVO kicks back and is able to roll Precious off of her. They both get to their feet and PPV hits a big jumping knee that knocks CVO into the corner. PPV backs up and comes charging in, looking for a double knee strike but CVO catches her. CVO muscles her up and takes her down hard with a sit out powerbomb that leaves both competitors down on the mat. They both slowly get to their feet with PPV getting up a bit faster. She grabs onto CVO from behind and tries for a German suplex but CVO manages to stay on his feet. CVO throws two back elbows that knock PPV off his back. CVO turns and takes PPV over with a gutwrench suplex. CVO keeps hold of her and takes her over for a second suplex. CVO hangs on again and takes PPV for a third gutwrench suplex! CVO makes the cover but can over get a two count. CVO pulls PPV to her feet and sends her into the far corner, she follows up after her but she strikes with a quick kick that staggers CVO. CVO bounces back though and the two fight back and forth, the match being an even one when Kendrick Kross comes out to the ring with a chair in hand. He’s ready to take the Anarchy Championship with the 24/7 rules in place. He gets in the ring and slams the chair into Precious’ face. He goes for CVO but she catches him with a supergirl punch into the chair, connecting it into K2’s face! CVO sees Precious down and PINS HER! The referee starts the count and it goes to three! CVO! Is Anarchy Champion!!! CVO quickly grabs the Anarchy Championship and leaves the ring, escaping with the belt. WINNER AND NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… CVO! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:10 FINISHING MOVE Chairshot |
BACKSTAGE
As Cait Flanagan is getting ready to head out for her match, Dante Chapel cuts her off with a charming smile.
Dante: “Cait! Can I get a moment of your time?”
The Million Dollar Baby stops and looks Dante up and down with disdain, before finally nodding.
Cait: “Make it quick, hm? I’ve got a champion to go beat and a title belt to claim.”
Dante: “That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about! How does it feel, knowing you’re going up against Max Cerrano tonight? And what about the 24/7 Anarchy rules that have been put in place for tonight?”
Cait: “It feels like beating him is going to make a good case for my having a shot at the Gotham Championship. Nice little thing to have in my back pocket, and I won’t have Crybaby Kenny trying to steal it from me. Max is good, but I know I can get the better of him.”
Dante: “And what about the Anarchy championship?”
The young Irishwoman rolls her eyes at Dante.
Cait: “It’s bullshit, Dante. Absolute bullshit. Some little social justice warrior Twitter fingers her way into getting PPV to put her title on the line, meanwhile I have not only had to wait for my opportunity, I’ve had to fight off Crybaby Kenny every step of the way because he has some weird sense of ownership over a title he’s never held for longer than half a show. And 24/7 rules just means that everyone in the locker room is going to be chasing that belt just so that they can say they’re a former Anarchy champion by the end of the night. It’s a cheap ploy for people to use for clout chasing, nothing more. It’s padding their resumes with title reigns, never mind that those reigns lasted hours or even minutes. When I get my hands on that Anarchy Championship, I can assure you that I won’t be so weak minded as to fall for the tactics of an attention-seeking rookie.”
Dante: “So you’re saying that -”
Cait: “Am I not speaking clear enough that you need to translate? I’m saying 24/7 rules is bullshit, I’m saying what CVO and PPV did is bullshit, I’m saying that I am going to be a better Anarchy Champion than PPV ever could be, and I’m saying that I’m going to take all this frustration out on Max Cerrano’s ass tonight. I can’t make it any simpler than that.”
Flanagan huffs and pushes Dante aside, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath about incompetent help as she walks away.
As Cait Flanagan is getting ready to head out for her match, Dante Chapel cuts her off with a charming smile.
Dante: “Cait! Can I get a moment of your time?”
The Million Dollar Baby stops and looks Dante up and down with disdain, before finally nodding.
Cait: “Make it quick, hm? I’ve got a champion to go beat and a title belt to claim.”
Dante: “That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about! How does it feel, knowing you’re going up against Max Cerrano tonight? And what about the 24/7 Anarchy rules that have been put in place for tonight?”
Cait: “It feels like beating him is going to make a good case for my having a shot at the Gotham Championship. Nice little thing to have in my back pocket, and I won’t have Crybaby Kenny trying to steal it from me. Max is good, but I know I can get the better of him.”
Dante: “And what about the Anarchy championship?”
The young Irishwoman rolls her eyes at Dante.
Cait: “It’s bullshit, Dante. Absolute bullshit. Some little social justice warrior Twitter fingers her way into getting PPV to put her title on the line, meanwhile I have not only had to wait for my opportunity, I’ve had to fight off Crybaby Kenny every step of the way because he has some weird sense of ownership over a title he’s never held for longer than half a show. And 24/7 rules just means that everyone in the locker room is going to be chasing that belt just so that they can say they’re a former Anarchy champion by the end of the night. It’s a cheap ploy for people to use for clout chasing, nothing more. It’s padding their resumes with title reigns, never mind that those reigns lasted hours or even minutes. When I get my hands on that Anarchy Championship, I can assure you that I won’t be so weak minded as to fall for the tactics of an attention-seeking rookie.”
Dante: “So you’re saying that -”
Cait: “Am I not speaking clear enough that you need to translate? I’m saying 24/7 rules is bullshit, I’m saying what CVO and PPV did is bullshit, I’m saying that I am going to be a better Anarchy Champion than PPV ever could be, and I’m saying that I’m going to take all this frustration out on Max Cerrano’s ass tonight. I can’t make it any simpler than that.”
Flanagan huffs and pushes Dante aside, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath about incompetent help as she walks away.
BACKSTAGE
We cut to CVO backstage with the Anarchy Championship, trying to grab her bag from her locker room. She is packing her things but WAIT! New Liberation signee Brianna Leigh Clark is there! She appears from behind a closet and she has a kendo stick in hand. CVO has no idea BLC is there and BAM! Brianna levels CVO with the kendo stick. She slams it over CVO until it snaps. CVO is completely out of it as BLC pins her and a referee is there! ONE! TWO! THREE! BLC is Anarchy Champion!
Brianna Leigh Clark: YES!!!
She grabs the Anarchy Championship from the ground and disappears.
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… BRIANNA LEIGH CLARK
We cut to CVO backstage with the Anarchy Championship, trying to grab her bag from her locker room. She is packing her things but WAIT! New Liberation signee Brianna Leigh Clark is there! She appears from behind a closet and she has a kendo stick in hand. CVO has no idea BLC is there and BAM! Brianna levels CVO with the kendo stick. She slams it over CVO until it snaps. CVO is completely out of it as BLC pins her and a referee is there! ONE! TWO! THREE! BLC is Anarchy Champion!
Brianna Leigh Clark: YES!!!
She grabs the Anarchy Championship from the ground and disappears.
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… BRIANNA LEIGH CLARK
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Cait Flanagan vs Max Cerrano
Cait Flanagan vs Max Cerrano
| RECAP As the bell rang Max struck quickly catching Cait with a missile dropkick which sent her down to the mat. Max picked Cait back up to her feet and whipped her into the ropes but missed a clothesline as Cait narrowly ducked under Maxs arm. Cait was able to counter this and hit a perfect swinging neckbreaker. Cait covered Max but he was only able to pick up a two count before he kicked out. Both competitors would soon get back to their feet and Cait was able to back Max into the corner with a quick flurry of strikes and kicks, showing off her muay thai skills without giving Max a second to respond. Max attempted to free himself from his position trapped in the corner but Cait was unstoppable. She continued to throw chops and strikes onto Max until the referee counted to four and this caused her to back out of the corner and let up. As Cait was distracted with the referee, Max took the opportunity to blindside Cait with a roaring elbow. Max picked Cait up from the ground and set her up for a powerbomb, which nailed with perfect execution. Max then went for the cover but Cait kicked out after two. Max picked Cait up, looking a bit frustrated as he did and she began to throw elbow strikes into his gut to counter. Cait was gaining momentum but Brianna Leigh Clark, with the Anarchy Championship, was now battling with Kendrick Kross at the top of the entrance way! Cait then LEFT THE RING!! Max scoffed but he let her go, not really caring about her as the referee counted her out to ten, giving Cerrano the win. He simply took his Gotham Championship and left through the crowd, not wanting to deal with the Anarchy stuff going on as he yelled at all of them, calling them disgusting. WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Count out MATCH LENGTH 7:43 FINISHING MOVE N/A POST MATCH Cait grabbed a fire extinguisher from under the ring as Brianna and Kendrick battled it out. She ran up the ramp AND SPRAYED BRIANNA AND KENDRICK WITH IT! Both are blinded and Cait slammed Brianna in the face with the fire extinguisher! Before Kendrick could do anything, former heavyweight champion and Cait’s boyfriend, Josh Anderson, appeared and he leveled Kendrick with a spear. Cait pinned BLC and got the three count! Cait Flannagan is Anarchy Champion!!! NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… CAIT FLANAGAN |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts in to catch the team of Gabriel and Xavier Laroux, Cause and Effect. They were deep in conversation, outside of the arena, leading up to their match against the Girls of Summer. Gabriel sat upon a bench as Xavier walked back and forth in front of him, a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Gabriel sat there, his eyes gazing down at the screen of his phone. Although Xavier was having an entire conversation with him, Gabriel's thoughts were miles away.
Xavier: Iunno man, I think it'd be a really good move for us. That whole strength in numbers thing. And not to mention, they're all cool as fuck too. Whatcha think?
There was no answer from Gabriel as his gaze had shifted, now focused on nothing in particular, off in the distance. Xavier's brow lowered as he plucked the cigarette from his lips, exhaling the smoke off to the side.
Xavier: Hey what the fuck? Are you listenin to me at all?
He reached forward, lightly smacking the shoulder of his older brother to get his attention. Gabriel was shaken from his daze as he looked up at Xavier.
Gabriel: What?
The head of Xavier fell back as he sighed out dramatically. At that time, the two of them were joined by Kassi Taylor in all of her scantily clad glory. She moved up to stand next to Xavier.
Kassi: Hey, you two almost ready to go kick ass?
Xavier's smirk grew as soon as he heard the question. That smugness began to shine through as he went to take a hit off of that cigarette. Instead, Kassi snatched it up and took a hit of her own. Xavier looked at her in obviously feigned shock, his mouth agape and everything.
Xavier: ..I don't even know what to say to you right now. The last hit is always the best, what the fuck.
Kassi: Shut up, I'll give you a better hit after you kick their asses.
That look of shock was almost instantly washed away as the smirk quickly returned to the features of Xavier, this time joined by a visible deviousness that wasn't there before.
Xavier: Best manager ever.
The two of them laughed as Gabriel pushed to stand up from his seat. Standing tall over them both, he shot them a look before speaking up.
Gabriel: Last time was an..unfortunate turn of events. A turn we benefited from, of course. I'm not going to tell you that it's going to be different. It's not going to be. We will stand tall and our arms will be raised.
All Xavier could do was nod in agreement, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier: Coral and Nami, they're fuckin great out there, don't get me wrong..but we're better. We're makin a run for the top and y'all two are standin in our way.
Kassi: And what a terrible place that is to be in.
Shooting a wink, Xavier nodded to Gabriel and then to Kassi as the three of them made their way back towards the arena.
The scene cuts in to catch the team of Gabriel and Xavier Laroux, Cause and Effect. They were deep in conversation, outside of the arena, leading up to their match against the Girls of Summer. Gabriel sat upon a bench as Xavier walked back and forth in front of him, a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Gabriel sat there, his eyes gazing down at the screen of his phone. Although Xavier was having an entire conversation with him, Gabriel's thoughts were miles away.
Xavier: Iunno man, I think it'd be a really good move for us. That whole strength in numbers thing. And not to mention, they're all cool as fuck too. Whatcha think?
There was no answer from Gabriel as his gaze had shifted, now focused on nothing in particular, off in the distance. Xavier's brow lowered as he plucked the cigarette from his lips, exhaling the smoke off to the side.
Xavier: Hey what the fuck? Are you listenin to me at all?
He reached forward, lightly smacking the shoulder of his older brother to get his attention. Gabriel was shaken from his daze as he looked up at Xavier.
Gabriel: What?
The head of Xavier fell back as he sighed out dramatically. At that time, the two of them were joined by Kassi Taylor in all of her scantily clad glory. She moved up to stand next to Xavier.
Kassi: Hey, you two almost ready to go kick ass?
Xavier's smirk grew as soon as he heard the question. That smugness began to shine through as he went to take a hit off of that cigarette. Instead, Kassi snatched it up and took a hit of her own. Xavier looked at her in obviously feigned shock, his mouth agape and everything.
Xavier: ..I don't even know what to say to you right now. The last hit is always the best, what the fuck.
Kassi: Shut up, I'll give you a better hit after you kick their asses.
That look of shock was almost instantly washed away as the smirk quickly returned to the features of Xavier, this time joined by a visible deviousness that wasn't there before.
Xavier: Best manager ever.
The two of them laughed as Gabriel pushed to stand up from his seat. Standing tall over them both, he shot them a look before speaking up.
Gabriel: Last time was an..unfortunate turn of events. A turn we benefited from, of course. I'm not going to tell you that it's going to be different. It's not going to be. We will stand tall and our arms will be raised.
All Xavier could do was nod in agreement, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier: Coral and Nami, they're fuckin great out there, don't get me wrong..but we're better. We're makin a run for the top and y'all two are standin in our way.
Kassi: And what a terrible place that is to be in.
Shooting a wink, Xavier nodded to Gabriel and then to Kassi as the three of them made their way back towards the arena.
BACKSTAGE
Josh Anderson and Cait Flanagan looked to escape the night with the Anarchy Championship but Precious Pepper Vain came from out of nowhere! Her and Josh Anderson battled it out and Cait decided to turn and run. But BAM! She was leveled with a metal plate from catering! The plate dropped and standing there was the rookie younger sister of Juliana Rodriguez! It’s Jaymie Mendoza!!! Jaymie quickly pinned Cait and she picked up the three count and the win!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!!! JAYMIE MENDOZA!
Josh Anderson and Cait Flanagan looked to escape the night with the Anarchy Championship but Precious Pepper Vain came from out of nowhere! Her and Josh Anderson battled it out and Cait decided to turn and run. But BAM! She was leveled with a metal plate from catering! The plate dropped and standing there was the rookie younger sister of Juliana Rodriguez! It’s Jaymie Mendoza!!! Jaymie quickly pinned Cait and she picked up the three count and the win!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!!! JAYMIE MENDOZA!
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Honey vs Micaela
Honey vs Micaela
| RECAP The bell sounds and as these two start to circle each other, Honey extends her hand for an opening shake to begin the match. Micaela smiles a bit before accepting it and seemingly not going for any foul play...at least for a moment until she pulls Honey in for a collar-and-elbow. Micaela turns it around into a waist lock, but Honey is able to get out of it and grab Micaela's arm for a wrist lock. Micaela escapes it with a roll and pops back up to put Honey in a hammerlock. She wrenches it for just a second until Honey turns it around into her own waist lock and she takes Micaela down to the mat. Honey goes for a sleeper, but Micaela slips out of it and grabs onto Honey's leg to apply a heel hook. Again, Honey escapes it with a headscissors and she grabs onto Micaela's arm, looking to lock in her armbar! Micaela keeps her fingers locked together and rolls Honey up onto her shoulders for a two count that forces Honey to release her armbar attempt. She keeps Honey pinned down as she transitions around for a front chancery attempt, but Honey gets out of it and wrenches back Micaela's arm with a wringer. Working hard on the left arm, Honey brings Micaela down to a knee as she keeps applying as much pressure as she can. Micaela yells out for Honey to ease up and she takes advantage of that naivety as Honey lets Micaela get back to a standing base for a forearm shot right underneath the chin. The shot snaps Honey back to reality and she fires back with her own forearm before running toward the ropes; running up them to turn her arm wringer into a hurricanrana takedown on Micaela! She pins but no! Micaela kicks out. Honey stalks over Micaela, looking to go for her special DDT finish. But suddenly the ring is surrounded by several members of ROTTEN! Honey gets distracted and Micaela rolls her up and holds onto the tights and she gets the three count and the win! Huck gets in the ring and he and Micaela go to beat Honey down more but NO! Derrick La’Bell slides into the ring, swinging a chair at both but they avoid harm's way and exit the ring. Derrick checks on Honey as Huck and Micaela point and laugh. WINNER Micaela METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:10 FINISHING MOVE Roll-Up with tights |
BACKSTAGE
Coral and Nami walk out of their locker area, linking arms once they’re clear of the doorway, wearing of course matching ring gear in sparkly, sequined Liberty Pro colors. There is a certain zen about the sisters, until they spot their “personal” cameraman.
Cori: CALVIN! There you are. Come here.
A camera pans to take in the slim forms of the Girls, identically bright smiles on their faces. Nami speaks once it’s close enough to pick up a normal speaking tone.
Nami: You know, there are a lot of new people working for Liberty now-a-days. People that don’t remember the story about how we were suspended from competing in the World Surf League for five years. Mostly because people love, love, love rushing in blind.
Coral: You think that they’d remember what Elvis said.
A pause as Nami slowly turns her head towards her sister with the ‘really’ expression on her face.
Nami: I think most of them think Elvis was a Disney Prince who had his music optioned for Lilo & Stitch, actually.
Coral: You’re giving them too much credit, Nami.
There’s an awkward moment where they just look at the camera and Nami sighs deeply.
Nami: You’re right. Thankfully though we get to face Cause & Effect this week. A tag team that gets it, they understand that it’s anything goes and the win justifies the means. OTK can run his yap all he wants, he doesn’t get it. He’d rather bend everyone to his way of thinking and control the narrative.
Coral: That’s hella heckin’ rude.
Nami: It is, it is. So, ROTTEN is still on our radar, a place you don’t want to be, and will be until we get back what’s ours. History is on our side here, you flim-flam filth artists. But that’s put aside until we’re done with our match, where we’ll be better than you all are collectively - even if we don’t win.
Coral: We intend to win, but even so.
The sisters high five as Calvin wisely cuts the feed.
Coral and Nami walk out of their locker area, linking arms once they’re clear of the doorway, wearing of course matching ring gear in sparkly, sequined Liberty Pro colors. There is a certain zen about the sisters, until they spot their “personal” cameraman.
Cori: CALVIN! There you are. Come here.
A camera pans to take in the slim forms of the Girls, identically bright smiles on their faces. Nami speaks once it’s close enough to pick up a normal speaking tone.
Nami: You know, there are a lot of new people working for Liberty now-a-days. People that don’t remember the story about how we were suspended from competing in the World Surf League for five years. Mostly because people love, love, love rushing in blind.
Coral: You think that they’d remember what Elvis said.
A pause as Nami slowly turns her head towards her sister with the ‘really’ expression on her face.
Nami: I think most of them think Elvis was a Disney Prince who had his music optioned for Lilo & Stitch, actually.
Coral: You’re giving them too much credit, Nami.
There’s an awkward moment where they just look at the camera and Nami sighs deeply.
Nami: You’re right. Thankfully though we get to face Cause & Effect this week. A tag team that gets it, they understand that it’s anything goes and the win justifies the means. OTK can run his yap all he wants, he doesn’t get it. He’d rather bend everyone to his way of thinking and control the narrative.
Coral: That’s hella heckin’ rude.
Nami: It is, it is. So, ROTTEN is still on our radar, a place you don’t want to be, and will be until we get back what’s ours. History is on our side here, you flim-flam filth artists. But that’s put aside until we’re done with our match, where we’ll be better than you all are collectively - even if we don’t win.
Coral: We intend to win, but even so.
The sisters high five as Calvin wisely cuts the feed.
BACKSTAGE
Jaymie Mendoza was beside herself! She couldn’t believe that she was the Anarchy Champion! The young rookie from Nightfall tried not to be distracted as she looked for places to hide but she saw a door that said janitor supplies! She decided to open it and quickly get in. Cait Flanagan walked by the area but then vanished. But suddenly a commotion can be heard inside of the janitor closet! The door then flung open and Jaymie fell lifelessly to the ground. Walking outside of the closet was Kendrick Kross with a smirk on his face.
Kendrick Kross: I knew you’d try to hide here.
Kendrick quickly pinned Mendoza and a referee appeared and made the count to three!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION! KENDRICK KROSS!
Jaymie Mendoza was beside herself! She couldn’t believe that she was the Anarchy Champion! The young rookie from Nightfall tried not to be distracted as she looked for places to hide but she saw a door that said janitor supplies! She decided to open it and quickly get in. Cait Flanagan walked by the area but then vanished. But suddenly a commotion can be heard inside of the janitor closet! The door then flung open and Jaymie fell lifelessly to the ground. Walking outside of the closet was Kendrick Kross with a smirk on his face.
Kendrick Kross: I knew you’d try to hide here.
Kendrick quickly pinned Mendoza and a referee appeared and made the count to three!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION! KENDRICK KROSS!
HEADLINE: TAG
Cause & Effect vs Girls of Summer
Cause & Effect vs Girls of Summer
| RECAP As soon as the bell rings, Coral Callaghan is doing her best to wear down the larger Gabe Laroux with some well placed strikes. Laroux shoots in for a collar-and-elbow tie up, putting Coral back into the ropes, and sending her across the ring only to be dropped with a shoulder block from Coral in a counter. Targeting Gabe’s knees, Coral goes wild until Laroux manages to pull himself into the ropes and the referee has to get Coral away. As Gabe Laroux gets back up, Coral tries going right back for the legs, but Gabe catches her with a side headlock and wrestles her down to the mat. Using his impressive power, Gabe keeps Coral on the mat in a headlock. Gabe picks Coral up and whips her to the ropes but she comes back and nails him with a flying hurricanrana. Coral tries to make her way to Nami but Gabe grabs her leg and stops her before nailing her with a chop to the chest. Now it's Gabe's turn to drag Coral over and tag in the fresher Xavier Laroux. The two utilize their positioning to keep Coral in the corner and make a series of tags to keep her pinned underneath their boots. Finally, Xavier pulls Coral out of the corner and goes for a pin, barely getting a two. X hits a standing body splash and gets another two count from it. On the apron, Nami is calling for the tag, and the crowd is rallying behind the Girls of Summer. Xavier starts to stalk Coral, looking for Narcoterrorism (Bicycle Knee Strike), charging at Coral, but she's able to spin out of it and she dropkicks Xavier in his knees. Xavier falls down to his knees and Coral takes him out with a superkick to a kneeling opponent. That's just the window Coral needed to make a leaping tag to Nami who springboards in with a hurricanrana that sends Xavier into a corner. Nami rushes in with a high knee before pulling Xavier out of the corner with a running bulldog. X stumbles back up to his feet, dazed, and Nami hits multiple shoot kicks to his chest. Gabe gets into the ring and tries to charge in and the referee stops him but this is enough to distract Nami. And as soon as Nami turns around, Xavier's recovered to plant a boot in Nami's midsection, and spike her on the canvas with a snap DDT! X makes the pin for a nearfall as Nami just gets her shoulder up before the three! Xavier makes the tag out to Gabe, who waits for his moment, and strikes with a brutal big boot. Keeping the momentum flowing, Laroux lifts her up, and throws her into the ropes, looking for a powerbomb but as Nami goes up, she's able to turn over for a sunset flip pin that nets her a two. The two get up at about the same time and Nami drops Gabe with an enziguri. Before the match can go on any further, The Pride were now in the ring and JD took Nami out with a bicycle kick. Gabe was up and Chase took him out with a chokeslam. The referee called for a no contest. Xavier and Coral both got into the ring with chairs and they each took out JD and Chase with him. Coral and X both stared each other down with a chair in their hands before they gave a nod and each checked on their respective sibling. WINNER NO CONTEST METHOD Interference by The Pride MATCH LENGTH 18:10 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the back. We see our LPW champion Tamsin, slowly preparing herself... for war.
She’s completely aware of the camera crews intrusion on her privacy. This used to chafe at her, but now... she’s all focus.
Reaching that mountaintop of success, it’s brought a significant difference into her approach. She’s calmer, more calculating, but over all... she’s centered.
She’s exactly center frame as she slowly looks up into the camera. A multitasker she speaks as she laces her boots.
There’s no lengthy rhetoric. There’s no novel in words she could spend speaking to her history with her opponent.
Instead she simply present that belt for the camera. That definitive reminder of what he was chasing
The scene cuts to the back. We see our LPW champion Tamsin, slowly preparing herself... for war.
She’s completely aware of the camera crews intrusion on her privacy. This used to chafe at her, but now... she’s all focus.
Reaching that mountaintop of success, it’s brought a significant difference into her approach. She’s calmer, more calculating, but over all... she’s centered.
She’s exactly center frame as she slowly looks up into the camera. A multitasker she speaks as she laces her boots.
There’s no lengthy rhetoric. There’s no novel in words she could spend speaking to her history with her opponent.
Instead she simply present that belt for the camera. That definitive reminder of what he was chasing
BACKSTAGE
Ahalya Patel was walking backstage with a referee uniform on as she was ready to referee the main event. Suddenly she saw Kendrick Kross, trying to escape with the Anarchy Championship. She cut him off and nailed him with En Femina: 540 High Kick!!! She pinned him but there was no referee around. She looked down at her referee shirt and shrugged before slapping her hand on the ground three times, making the count herself as she was currently an office referee! Ahalya Patel was now the Anarchy Champion! She grabbed the championship and decided to high tail it to the ring, ready to referee the main event!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!!! AHALYA PATEL!
Ahalya Patel was walking backstage with a referee uniform on as she was ready to referee the main event. Suddenly she saw Kendrick Kross, trying to escape with the Anarchy Championship. She cut him off and nailed him with En Femina: 540 High Kick!!! She pinned him but there was no referee around. She looked down at her referee shirt and shrugged before slapping her hand on the ground three times, making the count herself as she was currently an office referee! Ahalya Patel was now the Anarchy Champion! She grabbed the championship and decided to high tail it to the ring, ready to referee the main event!
NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!!! AHALYA PATEL!
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
Featuring Ahalya Patel as guest referee
Tamsin vs Derrick La’Bell
Featuring Ahalya Patel as guest referee
Tamsin vs Derrick La’Bell
| RECAP The two familiar competitors start to circle the ring to kick off their match for the Liberty Championship. Tamsin kicks off the match as she hits Derrick with a plethora of strikes and kicks but eventually Derrick catches Tamsin’s leg before dropping her with an exploder suplex. Derrick went for the pin but Tamsin kicked out after the two count. Derrick showed off his wealth of experience as he showed that he had his rival, Tamsin, scouted throughout the match by countering several strikes and moves. Tamsin eventually caught Derrick by surprise when he went for a big boot but Tamsin ducked it and countered with a zig zag. Derrick stumbled back to his feet and Tamsin took him out with a jumping roundhouse kick. Tamsin pinned Derrick but La’Bell kicked out after the two count. Tamsin yelled at Ahalya, telling her that the count was slow but Ahalya simply shrugged it off and told Tamsin to focus on the match. Tamsin picked Derrick up but Derrick hit her with an elbow to the gut, before he hit a big brainbuster that put Tamsin down and he tried for a pin, but to his surprise, Tamsin kicked out early into the count. Looking for a repeat, Derrick lifted Tamsin right back up into another suplex position, but Tamsin floated over and rolled the massive Derrick up for a two count. Tamsin started to gain momentum as she hit Derrick with a series of kicks and strikes before hitting the ropes and then taking Derrick out with a slingblade. Derrick began to get to his feet as Tamsin hit a springboard moonsault that took Derrick down and allowed Tamsin to keep control of the match. Keeping a competitor like Derrick down isn't an easy task, and when Derrick got up to his knees, Tamsin took him out with a hurricanrana driver. The Liberty Champion told Ahalya that’s how it’s done before she pinned Derrick but Derrick kicked out after two. Tamsin accused Patel of counting slowly again before rolling her eyes. Tamsin hit the top ropes and suddenly Cait Flanagan was ringside but then Kendrick Kross was attacking her from behind. The two fought back and forth and this temporarily distracted Tamsin before she lept off, going for a frog splash but Derrick lifted his knees in the air and they connected with Tamsin's ribs. Tamsin struggled to her feet, as did Derrick. They fought in the middle of the ring before Tamsin whipped Derrick into the corner. Tamsin backed up into the corner across from Derrick before charging forward, looking to go for a spear but Derrick launched out of his own corner with a spear! Perhaps taking too long, Tamsins slip up costs her big time as Derrick now pinned her. Tamsin looked done as Derrick pinned her and the referee was right about to count to three when Tamsin got her foot up on the rope. Derrick began to celebrate his victory when the referee waved her off, telling Derrick that Tamsin’s foot was on the ropes. He can’t believe it! He wasted little time though, as he lifted Tamsin and went for Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride) but she dropped behind him. Tamsin then hit the ropes and she came back and lept in the air, connecting her head with Derrick’s as she nailed him with "Veto" Charging Headbutt. The two of them dropped in a heap but Tamsin fell on top of the challenger and picked up the three count and the win. WINNER Tamsin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 21:10 FINISHING MOVE Tamsin POST MATCH The match had ended and Cait Flanagan and Kendrick Kross now ended up in the ring! Ahalya took Kross out with En Femina: 540 High Kick! Tamsin leveled Cait with “6ixshooter” Reverse Meteora (Sasha Banks’ Meteora to the back of opponents head)! When Ahalya turned, Tamsin took her out with Veto (Charging headbutt)! Ahalya Patel dropped to the canvas and Tamsin shook the cobwebs off but BANG! PPV appeared and took the exhausted Liberty Champion out with Killing Stroke - Straight-Jacket Suplex. PPV then pinned Ahalya Patel and a referee appeared and made the count to three! Precious Pepper Vain regained her Anarchy Championship. She grabbed it and quickly exited the ring and left through the crowd, making her escape as the 24/7 rules had still been in effect. NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… PRECIOUS PEPPER VAIN! |