Post by Jade Night on Feb 24, 2021 11:07:19 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Night One of No Man’s Land II
Live from the Madison Square Garden
in New York, NY
On Tuesday, February 23rd, 2021
Night One of No Man’s Land II
Live from the Madison Square Garden
in New York, NY
On Tuesday, February 23rd, 2021
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Romeo Chavez Jr vs Kasey Kash
Romeo Chavez Jr vs Kasey Kash
RECAP Right off the bat, Romeo charged down Kasey with a hard forearm smash to the face. Kasey staggered back as Romeo hit the ropes to take him down with another forearm smash before punishing him with a strike combo that left Kasey wobbly. Romeo then irish whipped Kasey hard into the corner and charged at him. But Kasey dove out of the way and Romeo crashed into the turnbuckles. As Romeo staggered back, Kasey repositioned for the flatliner on him. Kasey rushed for the cover but Romeo shoved him even before the first count. After scrambling to their feet, the match resumed with another strike exchange that gave Romeo the advantage as he upped the ante with aggressive knee strikes. But just as things seemed dire for Kasey, he suddenly launched a spinning backfist that stopped Romeo dead in his tracks before he followed up with a ripcord kappo kick. With Romeo down, Kasey went up top for a swanton bomb but Romeo rolled out of the way. The crowd goes “ooh!” as Kasey writhed on the mat in agony. From here on out, Romeo had the upper hand as he punished Kasey with stomps on his back and a vertical suplex, just adding more and more damage to the hurt back. Kasey could barely get up but he still tried to fight back before Romeo silenced him with a hard elbow strike. Romeo continued to wear down Kasey till he dropped on his knees. That’s when Romeo went for the ultimate finish with his Kamigoye finisher, Avada Kedavra. As Kasey went limp on the canvas, Romeo hooked his leg for the pin and scored the victory. WINNER Romeo Chavez Jr METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:10 FINISHING MOVE Avada Kedavra |
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Leigh Clark is seen rushing into the building, bundled up for the weather. She pauses to stomp her boots on a mat before nearly sprinting for a nearby locker. Here as the cameras follow her she quickly shucks off her coat and boots, then peels off the sweatpants and hoodie she’s wearing to reveal her ring gear. After this she retrieves her wrestling boots out of her duffel bag and begins to put them on, glancing up at the camera as she does so.
Brianna Clark: Oh BOY it’s been a day, but don’t worry Liberty fans! I’m ready to take on Gina Van Zyl, promise you that.
She finishes up with her laces and then does a few stretches before motioning the camera to follow her.
Brianna Clark: Much like my match last show against Cait Flanagan, there probably doesn’t seem like there’s much at stake for this match. Pundits might look at where it is on the card, and make ice cold takes about that. Thing is? I don’t care, and I doubt Gina does either. Every match counts, one way or the other. If you care about the wrestling if nothing else, you see where you are on that particular night. Where you did great, where you need to improve.
Brianna shrugs slightly as she passes catering, a camera glance showing the cake and goodies stacked therein.
Brianna Clark: Some people would want you to think they don’t need any of that. That they don’t need to improve. They’re wrong, but they don’t want to hear that either. I don’t know much about Gina other than that she strikes me as real sincere, and she’s polite. Respectful. That’s great and I sure hope nobody tries to beat that out of her, it’s pretty rare after all!
She smiles and smacks her hands together.
Brianna Clark: I’m definitely not going to try to beat the good attitude and respect out of her, I’m just going to do my best to win. The two don’t have to be mutually exclusive! So Gina, let’s have a good match, see you out there!
With that she takes off and the camera goes elsewhere.
Brianna Leigh Clark is seen rushing into the building, bundled up for the weather. She pauses to stomp her boots on a mat before nearly sprinting for a nearby locker. Here as the cameras follow her she quickly shucks off her coat and boots, then peels off the sweatpants and hoodie she’s wearing to reveal her ring gear. After this she retrieves her wrestling boots out of her duffel bag and begins to put them on, glancing up at the camera as she does so.
Brianna Clark: Oh BOY it’s been a day, but don’t worry Liberty fans! I’m ready to take on Gina Van Zyl, promise you that.
She finishes up with her laces and then does a few stretches before motioning the camera to follow her.
Brianna Clark: Much like my match last show against Cait Flanagan, there probably doesn’t seem like there’s much at stake for this match. Pundits might look at where it is on the card, and make ice cold takes about that. Thing is? I don’t care, and I doubt Gina does either. Every match counts, one way or the other. If you care about the wrestling if nothing else, you see where you are on that particular night. Where you did great, where you need to improve.
Brianna shrugs slightly as she passes catering, a camera glance showing the cake and goodies stacked therein.
Brianna Clark: Some people would want you to think they don’t need any of that. That they don’t need to improve. They’re wrong, but they don’t want to hear that either. I don’t know much about Gina other than that she strikes me as real sincere, and she’s polite. Respectful. That’s great and I sure hope nobody tries to beat that out of her, it’s pretty rare after all!
She smiles and smacks her hands together.
Brianna Clark: I’m definitely not going to try to beat the good attitude and respect out of her, I’m just going to do my best to win. The two don’t have to be mutually exclusive! So Gina, let’s have a good match, see you out there!
With that she takes off and the camera goes elsewhere.
RINGSIDE
"Ladies And Gentlemen" by Saliva plays on th PA, as Gina Van Zyl steps through the curtain, she has a big smile on her face as she walks down the ramp, the crowd cheers. She enters the ring and asks for a microphone, she smiles as she waits for the cheers to die down. She finally begins to speak.
Gina: Thank you all for the warm welcome! I mist say that all of you have made this girl smile every time I come here. This has been my dream since I was a little girl.
The crowd cheers, making Gina smile and blush slightly.
Gina: I can't describe how good it felt to get a win in my very first match in the United States! Now I am facing a great, and very strong opponent in Brianna Leigh Clark.
The crowd cheers again.
Gina: I am looking forward to this match, our styles are completely different, Brianna is gig and strong, and I…..well I am smaller and faster. I can promise you all this, she and I will put on one hell of a match!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Gina: I have nothing but respect for Briana, she is a great competitor. But that being said I will not back down from her, I will not stop, I will hit her with everything I have!
Gina steps close to the side of the ring, the camera focuses on her face.
Gina: Brianna, you are a great wrestler but when it's said and done I will be walking away with the victory. I know that sounds bold of me but I know what I can do in the ring.
She steps back to the center of the ring and smiles.
Gina: So I say to you the fans, sit back, enjoy the match because it will be a great one! And when the dust settles you will be cheering me as my hand is raised in victory.
Her music hits again as she stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for her opponent. She then lets out in Afrikaans "Welkom by die vertoning" (Welcome to the show) She waves one more time before leaning back up against a turnbuckle, waiting for BLC to come down.
"Ladies And Gentlemen" by Saliva plays on th PA, as Gina Van Zyl steps through the curtain, she has a big smile on her face as she walks down the ramp, the crowd cheers. She enters the ring and asks for a microphone, she smiles as she waits for the cheers to die down. She finally begins to speak.
Gina: Thank you all for the warm welcome! I mist say that all of you have made this girl smile every time I come here. This has been my dream since I was a little girl.
The crowd cheers, making Gina smile and blush slightly.
Gina: I can't describe how good it felt to get a win in my very first match in the United States! Now I am facing a great, and very strong opponent in Brianna Leigh Clark.
The crowd cheers again.
Gina: I am looking forward to this match, our styles are completely different, Brianna is gig and strong, and I…..well I am smaller and faster. I can promise you all this, she and I will put on one hell of a match!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Gina: I have nothing but respect for Briana, she is a great competitor. But that being said I will not back down from her, I will not stop, I will hit her with everything I have!
Gina steps close to the side of the ring, the camera focuses on her face.
Gina: Brianna, you are a great wrestler but when it's said and done I will be walking away with the victory. I know that sounds bold of me but I know what I can do in the ring.
She steps back to the center of the ring and smiles.
Gina: So I say to you the fans, sit back, enjoy the match because it will be a great one! And when the dust settles you will be cheering me as my hand is raised in victory.
Her music hits again as she stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for her opponent. She then lets out in Afrikaans "Welkom by die vertoning" (Welcome to the show) She waves one more time before leaning back up against a turnbuckle, waiting for BLC to come down.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Gina Van Zyl
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Gina Van Zyl
RECAP The match begins with an honest handshake in the middle of the ring, right as the bell sounds off. It takes both ladies some time to get a decent feel for each other, trading an opening exchange of lock ups. The recurring theme in the opening minutes is that of BLC’s strength advantage. Easily she muscles out of Gina’s locks ups before contouring with one of her own. To the rookie’s credit, she sticks to her training and finds escapes through her squirminess and technical acumen. As the match continued its even flowing pace, the grind of getting through BLC’s clutches began to take its toll on the South African. Heading into the latter end of ten minutes, and Gina’s not moving as quickly nor as crisply. A thundering fallaway slam from BLC injects some octane into the MSG crowd, landing the first big move of the match. Gina managed to kick out of the early pin attempt, however BLC wasn’t letting her breath. For nearly two minutes straight BLC scored nearly a dozen near falls, some tries just resorting to sandbagging on Gina. As the match entered the early teens, the crowd had seen the match become a bevy of BLC’s best hits. However, time after time Gina showed a special tenacity that was carrying her through this bout. It seemed as if BLC wasn’t deterred by her opponent’s show of heart, although it did manage to catch her off guard. A quick perfect form to a roll up nearly stole the match for Gina. However, BLC managed to power out at the last second. With the initiative in her favor for once, Gina sounded out with a fury of strikes. Each blow seemed aimed to take BLC off of her feet. Chop, Punch, Knee, strike after strike looked to be whittling away at BLC. The crowd fed into Gina’s offense, so much so that the big stage and bright lights took precious seconds away from Gina in the form of a sudden pause and look out into the crowd. The hesitation was all BLC needed. A big sit out powerbomb! BLC nearly power bombed the breath out of the building. No cover as BLC just stalked and waited for Gina to reach her feet. As soon as the rookie did, she was promptly taken back down with an Incoming! (Shotgun Double Knees) It was a wrap as BLC hooked the leg and got the three count. WINNER Brianna Leigh Clark METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:57 FINISHING MOVE Incoming! |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage where Cole Gregory is coming out of his locker room just before his match. He has his ring gear on and looks ready to head out there. But once he sees the camera he takes a moment and lightly smirks.
Cole Gregory: You know when I chose to sign back up with Liberty, I was expecting more of a top level and name worthy opponents set in my path. But I can't really say that has been the case have I? I mean, I get it, Iḿ not the marquee name here yet and Iḿ not one of those look at me social media darlings that's out to stir up shit or to dog pile on anyoneś typo of misunderstanding of things. Im here to fucking fight, Im here to step into that ring and knock someone silly and look rather good doing so.
He shrugs a bit.
Cole Gregory: But it's hardly worth much when the person I'm going to be kicking is a lame duck like Hope Williams. I'd say she's just another happy to be here type but is she actually here? It's more so like she's just here to get in the ring, maybe look decent and collect a beating for a paycheck. And while that might be okay with some people, I just don't get the point in going through all the steps to get a contract somewhere and then not actually give a shit you are there. No real point to that at all. It's like ordering a five course meal and then not even taking a bite out of it. It really makes you question why you even stepped through the front doors to begin with. Now, on the other side of things you got someone like me, who wants to move up, who wants his name shining above all others and I'm just kicking in this phantom roster member. So here's the thing, Iḿ going to go out there and kick Hope Williams head in and maybe next match? I'll get someone that gives a shit.
He gives a sarcastic smile before walking off.
]We cut to backstage where Cole Gregory is coming out of his locker room just before his match. He has his ring gear on and looks ready to head out there. But once he sees the camera he takes a moment and lightly smirks.
Cole Gregory: You know when I chose to sign back up with Liberty, I was expecting more of a top level and name worthy opponents set in my path. But I can't really say that has been the case have I? I mean, I get it, Iḿ not the marquee name here yet and Iḿ not one of those look at me social media darlings that's out to stir up shit or to dog pile on anyoneś typo of misunderstanding of things. Im here to fucking fight, Im here to step into that ring and knock someone silly and look rather good doing so.
He shrugs a bit.
Cole Gregory: But it's hardly worth much when the person I'm going to be kicking is a lame duck like Hope Williams. I'd say she's just another happy to be here type but is she actually here? It's more so like she's just here to get in the ring, maybe look decent and collect a beating for a paycheck. And while that might be okay with some people, I just don't get the point in going through all the steps to get a contract somewhere and then not actually give a shit you are there. No real point to that at all. It's like ordering a five course meal and then not even taking a bite out of it. It really makes you question why you even stepped through the front doors to begin with. Now, on the other side of things you got someone like me, who wants to move up, who wants his name shining above all others and I'm just kicking in this phantom roster member. So here's the thing, Iḿ going to go out there and kick Hope Williams head in and maybe next match? I'll get someone that gives a shit.
He gives a sarcastic smile before walking off.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Hope Williams vs Cole Gregory
Hope Williams vs Cole Gregory
RECAP Cole Gregory is looking to make a statement here with his return to Liberty Pro, having gone to CGW and becoming a heavyweight champ after being an Anarchy Champion in Liberty. The match begins with Hope stepping up into Gregory’s face but Cole shoves her back. Hope nearly stumbles over and is livid that he would be so disrespectful to someone of her caliber. Williams then charges at him and jumps into the air, going to take him down but he catches her and hits a spinebuster! Cole snaps back to his feet quickly and looks down at his opponent, but instead of going for a pin, he tries to pick her up, but Hope pushes him back and charges at him again, this time hitting a flying crossbody. The crossbody wasn’t enough though as Cole gets back up on his. Hope yells at Gregory in frustration and runs and hits a dropkick this time,, this one sends Cole back into the corner. Hope was looking to score a win over the returning Cole and to get her own career back on track and now she had the momentum to do so. Hope grabs Cole and whips him into the corner and hits a body splash. She then quickly scales to the middle rope and begins leveling fists to Cole's head. She hits four punches, but as she goes for the fifth, Cole pushes Hope from him and shakes the cobwebs out. From there, both run towards each other but Cole hits a devastating meathook clothesline that creates a sickening thud upon impact, flipping Hope inside out before she lands face first on the mat. Cole wastes no time now, rolling her over and hooking the leg but she kicks out just after two. The former Anarchy Champion stays persistent as he picks her up this time and lifts her up into a vertical suplex position, but he stalls, holding her there for ten seconds before falling backwards and dropping her hard onto the canvas, causing her to sit up for a moment from the impact and yell out in pain as she grabs her back. He goes for another pin but Williams shows her resiliency once again as she gets a shoulder up before the three count. Cole doesn’t let this bother him as he gets up and hits the ropes and nails a senton! He then runs back into the far rope and goes for a running shooting star press this time but Hope rolls out of the way as Cole crashes to the mat! Hope knows this is her chance and as Cole is starting to stir to his knees, she runs and hits a quick knee to his face and goes for a pin but this time Gregory kicks out! Hope motions for him to get up and as he does, she hits a superkick which spins him around but doesn't drop him. She quickly rolls him up for a pin but he kicks out again! Pounding the mat in frustration, she turns to the referee and demands he stops counting so damn slow but the official assures her that he was counting at the correct pace and it was only a two. She turns back around as Cole is getting to his feet and hooks him in position for a suplex, but as she tries to lift him, he blocks it and pushes her away. She bounces off the far ropes and he lifts her into the air as she returns to him and hits a devastating pop up European uppercut This one looks all but over as Hope stumbles around in a daze and Cole wastes no time as he takes her out with Cole-Lateral Damage! He drops down for the pin and gets the easy 3 count! WINNER Cole Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:20 FINISHING MOVE Cole-Lateral Damage |
BACKSTAGE
Voice: “Did ya miss me?”
Who is that? Why of course it’s Karen Willow! The former Liberty wrestler is all smiles as she looks around the backstage area, letting out a low appreciative whistle as she takes it all in.
Karen Willow: “The more things change, huh? Last time I was here, I was about a month into my career, taking on some pretty big names and doing pretty okay for myself. I mean, wasn’t winning much, but I was also 18 and new to everything. Furthest I’d gone before then was Toledo, and there is nothing in Toledo.”
A shrug follows as she moves down to the hallway, noting the older posters of previous events. Let Freedom Ring, Annihilation, even the joint show No Man’s Land. Fun times.
Karen Willow: “But that was two years ago. And let’s be honest, as good as I was, I wasn’t exactly ready for Liberty. I didn’t have direction, I was accepting anything because, hell, why not right? Why not jump in the deep end and try to swim?
But! But, I needed time. Needed to build myself up and come back better. And in these, what, twenty months? Two years? However long it’s been, I’ve come back better than I was before. Stronger, faster, a hell of a lot smarter. I mean, me being a champion isn’t some daydream or made up accolade, it’s as real as the floor I’m standing on. And it’s not just titles either.”
Fingers glided along the wall as she made her way down, lingering on the poster for Day Of Reckoning. The same PPV where she competed in the Ladder match, memories flooding her mind as she chuckled.
Karen Willow: “I’ve accomplished a lot in my time away. Taking in big names, traveling the world, proving that I’m not just a garbage wrestler or a wannabe playing pretend. I’ve been through barbed wire, I’ve still got the scar from where I was cut deep in my forehead, and motherfucker, I’m still here. I didn’t run like so many others did when it got rough, I planted my feet in the ground, stood straight, and I weathered the storm. I am five foot three inches of fucking wild, and you can throw Julio Banks in my path, but that just means I’m tossing you back a wrestler that’s been humbled.”
Patting the poster, she reaches the end of the hallway, looking back at the camera with a cheshire grin. Hands adjust the same entrance jacket she wore two years ago as she raises her eyebrow.
Karen Willow: “I promised I’d be back Liberty. And I always keep my word. Here we fucking go.”
Karen’s entrance music plays as she winks at the camera, walking through the curtain for her match.
Voice: “Did ya miss me?”
Who is that? Why of course it’s Karen Willow! The former Liberty wrestler is all smiles as she looks around the backstage area, letting out a low appreciative whistle as she takes it all in.
Karen Willow: “The more things change, huh? Last time I was here, I was about a month into my career, taking on some pretty big names and doing pretty okay for myself. I mean, wasn’t winning much, but I was also 18 and new to everything. Furthest I’d gone before then was Toledo, and there is nothing in Toledo.”
A shrug follows as she moves down to the hallway, noting the older posters of previous events. Let Freedom Ring, Annihilation, even the joint show No Man’s Land. Fun times.
Karen Willow: “But that was two years ago. And let’s be honest, as good as I was, I wasn’t exactly ready for Liberty. I didn’t have direction, I was accepting anything because, hell, why not right? Why not jump in the deep end and try to swim?
But! But, I needed time. Needed to build myself up and come back better. And in these, what, twenty months? Two years? However long it’s been, I’ve come back better than I was before. Stronger, faster, a hell of a lot smarter. I mean, me being a champion isn’t some daydream or made up accolade, it’s as real as the floor I’m standing on. And it’s not just titles either.”
Fingers glided along the wall as she made her way down, lingering on the poster for Day Of Reckoning. The same PPV where she competed in the Ladder match, memories flooding her mind as she chuckled.
Karen Willow: “I’ve accomplished a lot in my time away. Taking in big names, traveling the world, proving that I’m not just a garbage wrestler or a wannabe playing pretend. I’ve been through barbed wire, I’ve still got the scar from where I was cut deep in my forehead, and motherfucker, I’m still here. I didn’t run like so many others did when it got rough, I planted my feet in the ground, stood straight, and I weathered the storm. I am five foot three inches of fucking wild, and you can throw Julio Banks in my path, but that just means I’m tossing you back a wrestler that’s been humbled.”
Patting the poster, she reaches the end of the hallway, looking back at the camera with a cheshire grin. Hands adjust the same entrance jacket she wore two years ago as she raises her eyebrow.
Karen Willow: “I promised I’d be back Liberty. And I always keep my word. Here we fucking go.”
Karen’s entrance music plays as she winks at the camera, walking through the curtain for her match.
BACKSTAGE
In a corner office with wide glass windows, a tall black leather chair has its back to the viewer.
“Tonight, I’m becoming the Liberty Pro Anarchy Champion.”
The chair spins around to reveal Cait Flanagan in a green bodycon dress, puffing on a cigar and grinning. She kicks her feet up onto the mahogany desk, showing off the red bottoms of her impossibly high heels.
“I’m sick and tired of listening to Kendrick pretending to be Billy Badass while he’s drunk tweeting his idiot ex-girlfriend in full view of everyone, and watching Precious Pepper Vain constantly defend herself when people rightfully point out that she’s mediocre at best. People don’t care how long you held onto a championship for, they want to see upward mobility. And neither Pepper nor Kendrick have that.”
Cait blows a steady stream of smoke out of her mouth and sets the cigar in a clear ashtray on the desk. Standing up, she goes over to the sideboard and pulls the stopper out of a crystal decanter to pour some amber liquid into a glass.
“You know what this is? Redbreast 27, the second most expensive Irish whisky on the market. That cigar? Cohiba.”
She takes a long sip from the glass and walks back over to her chair, settling herself in once more.
“Unlike my opponents, I don’t have to constantly remind the world of who I am, because they already know. I’m the shifty little Irish grifter who’s conned men out of millions by calling them Daddy and pretending to be an innocent virgin in need of rescue. By the time I was nineteen years old, I had enough cash in my account to do whatever the hell I wanted, and I got that money with about a tenth of the effort that Pepper’s put into her clothing line. And while Kendrick takes every chance he gets to go on and on about how ruthless he is, it turns out that he’s just another flaccid simp pining over the girl who kicked him to the curb.”
“I’ll show you ruthless. I’ll show you calculating. Because neither of you know who you’re dealing with. But that’s not particularly surprising, is it? People spend a lot of time talking themselves up, and they rarely take a moment to listen to what the other side is saying. I am a self-made woman of the highest order, a sugar baby who built an empire on her back, and who will stop at nothing to get what she wants.”
“I don’t want to elevate the Anarchy Championship. I don’t believe that it’s where I truly belong. This is just a stepping stone for me. When I’m through with the Anarchy Championship, then it’s on to another belt, because I will not be stopped. I will not be satisfied with ‘good enough’. I am on my way to becoming the Liberty Pro Champion, and it starts with this title win.”
“The fact that I get to make Pepper and Kendrick cry about it, because neither of them are smart enough to realize that they haven’t been paying attention? That’s just icing on the cake.”
Cait knocks the rest of her whisky back in one gulp, barely even flinching as the alcohol makes its way down her throat. She picks up the cigar and gives it a few more puffs, laughing as the camera fades to black.
In a corner office with wide glass windows, a tall black leather chair has its back to the viewer.
“Tonight, I’m becoming the Liberty Pro Anarchy Champion.”
The chair spins around to reveal Cait Flanagan in a green bodycon dress, puffing on a cigar and grinning. She kicks her feet up onto the mahogany desk, showing off the red bottoms of her impossibly high heels.
“I’m sick and tired of listening to Kendrick pretending to be Billy Badass while he’s drunk tweeting his idiot ex-girlfriend in full view of everyone, and watching Precious Pepper Vain constantly defend herself when people rightfully point out that she’s mediocre at best. People don’t care how long you held onto a championship for, they want to see upward mobility. And neither Pepper nor Kendrick have that.”
Cait blows a steady stream of smoke out of her mouth and sets the cigar in a clear ashtray on the desk. Standing up, she goes over to the sideboard and pulls the stopper out of a crystal decanter to pour some amber liquid into a glass.
“You know what this is? Redbreast 27, the second most expensive Irish whisky on the market. That cigar? Cohiba.”
She takes a long sip from the glass and walks back over to her chair, settling herself in once more.
“Unlike my opponents, I don’t have to constantly remind the world of who I am, because they already know. I’m the shifty little Irish grifter who’s conned men out of millions by calling them Daddy and pretending to be an innocent virgin in need of rescue. By the time I was nineteen years old, I had enough cash in my account to do whatever the hell I wanted, and I got that money with about a tenth of the effort that Pepper’s put into her clothing line. And while Kendrick takes every chance he gets to go on and on about how ruthless he is, it turns out that he’s just another flaccid simp pining over the girl who kicked him to the curb.”
“I’ll show you ruthless. I’ll show you calculating. Because neither of you know who you’re dealing with. But that’s not particularly surprising, is it? People spend a lot of time talking themselves up, and they rarely take a moment to listen to what the other side is saying. I am a self-made woman of the highest order, a sugar baby who built an empire on her back, and who will stop at nothing to get what she wants.”
“I don’t want to elevate the Anarchy Championship. I don’t believe that it’s where I truly belong. This is just a stepping stone for me. When I’m through with the Anarchy Championship, then it’s on to another belt, because I will not be stopped. I will not be satisfied with ‘good enough’. I am on my way to becoming the Liberty Pro Champion, and it starts with this title win.”
“The fact that I get to make Pepper and Kendrick cry about it, because neither of them are smart enough to realize that they haven’t been paying attention? That’s just icing on the cake.”
Cait knocks the rest of her whisky back in one gulp, barely even flinching as the alcohol makes its way down her throat. She picks up the cigar and gives it a few more puffs, laughing as the camera fades to black.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Karen Willow vs Julio Banks
Karen Willow vs Julio Banks
RECAP Julio started off with a lot of trash talk which got Karen riled up as she returned the favour. Determined not to lose out to someone younger and smaller than him, Julio approached Karen in an intimidating manner while spewing more insults. But little did he know, the mischievous NVR champion did it as a distraction before she lunged forward with frenzied forearm and elbow shots. Julio tried to get some distance as he backed away but Karen stayed on him with multiple focused strikes. Weathering the onslaught, Julio managed to fight back with a few well-placed shots himself that forced Karen to retreat. Karen attempted to send Julio to the corner but he reversed it to throw her there instead. As Karen’s back hit the turnbuckles, Julio wasted no time to follow up with corner forearm smashes before taking her down with a vicious German suplex. But that wasn’t enough to keep Karen down as she rolled over to push herself up. Julio stopped her with a cheap shot to the face, slowing her down more. Julio then tossed Karen to the other side of the ring and bent over in anticipation. When Karen rebounded, she kicked him hard in the chest and he went stumbling around the ring. As Julio grabbed the ropes to catch his balance, Karen struck his back before taking him down with a spiked poison rana aka Karen-can’t-rana that got the crowd buzzing. Karen went for the cover but Julio kicked out at two. As Karen picked up Julio, he fought back hard to regain majority control. But with every shot, Karen managed to knock him down a peg or two with her own. After some back and forth, Karen stayed dominant as she reversed with a quick rollup. Though it threw off Julio, he instinctively kicked out in time before scrambling to his feet. With a battle cry, Julio charged at Karen who countered with a drop toe hold that landed him right on his face. As Julio rose to his knees, Karen capitalised with a shining wizard aka Dominance. By now, Julio was seeing stars as he shakily pulled himself up by the ropes. Despite his efforts, Karen continued to put a wrench in his plans. So as Julio returned to his feet one last time, Karen put him out of his misery with her explosive Superman punch finisher, Wolf Fang Fist. Down went Julio finally, allowing Karen to get the 123 and win. WINNER Karen Willow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:10 FINISHING MOVE Wolf Fang Fist |
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick has for sure gotten some wins as of late which to him has boosted his confidence a bit going into the Anarchy Title match against Cait and PPV.
Kendrick has an almost evil grin gracing his face as the camera pans in to him watching old tape before raising his head up noticing the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: This match? This isn’t going to be any other match, this isn’t going to be a match where afterwards people say I complain. Cait I’m looking at you. It isn’t going to be a match where I can be attacked 2 minutes after a loss. PPV, that’s you. This match is one that is going to be the outcome I want.
Kendrick keeps his spot in the chair in front of the TV as he leans back resting on the back of the chair and crosses his legs.
KENDRICK KROSS: Cait you’ve said that you want this title so horribly but when you had a chance you couldn’t capitalize, instead I won that match. The person who has actually held the Anarchy Title. 4 Times and the record if you want to count the 24 Hours. If not? Well then I’m tied for the record at 2. Where are you at? I didn’t notice you there. Such a shame with how bad you want it.
Kendrick keeps the same smirk on his face as he lets out a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: Think about that. I’m on there 4 times, the person you love to hate on, but you aren’t on there once. That has to eat at you, bother you. Knowing I’m better at something than you are?
Don’t think I haven’t forgot about you PPV. You stole something from me, and I still have unfinished business with you. A third one on one match. We had two if you remember correctly. I know you beat me to retain the title on the second one, but I say where’s the third. But I’m going to understand it if we don’t get it. Especially after I take what I want, what I desire tonight.
Kendrick stands up and throws the chair across the room as he looks straight into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: PPV, I want that title, I want my to hold it a 5th time. Think about that. Kendrick Kross. 5 time Anarchy Champion. Has a sweet ring to it. You have it PPV. Only pepper you might be tonight is a rotten bell pepper after I take that title.
KENDRICK KROSS: So both of you, I want you to think long and hard about what it will feel like to hold it after tonight because that’s what it’s going to be. A thought.
After tonight, you two will be in No Mans Land. Wondering how you got there and realizing where the title is.
Kendrick gives a wink as the camera fades.
Kendrick has for sure gotten some wins as of late which to him has boosted his confidence a bit going into the Anarchy Title match against Cait and PPV.
Kendrick has an almost evil grin gracing his face as the camera pans in to him watching old tape before raising his head up noticing the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: This match? This isn’t going to be any other match, this isn’t going to be a match where afterwards people say I complain. Cait I’m looking at you. It isn’t going to be a match where I can be attacked 2 minutes after a loss. PPV, that’s you. This match is one that is going to be the outcome I want.
Kendrick keeps his spot in the chair in front of the TV as he leans back resting on the back of the chair and crosses his legs.
KENDRICK KROSS: Cait you’ve said that you want this title so horribly but when you had a chance you couldn’t capitalize, instead I won that match. The person who has actually held the Anarchy Title. 4 Times and the record if you want to count the 24 Hours. If not? Well then I’m tied for the record at 2. Where are you at? I didn’t notice you there. Such a shame with how bad you want it.
Kendrick keeps the same smirk on his face as he lets out a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: Think about that. I’m on there 4 times, the person you love to hate on, but you aren’t on there once. That has to eat at you, bother you. Knowing I’m better at something than you are?
Don’t think I haven’t forgot about you PPV. You stole something from me, and I still have unfinished business with you. A third one on one match. We had two if you remember correctly. I know you beat me to retain the title on the second one, but I say where’s the third. But I’m going to understand it if we don’t get it. Especially after I take what I want, what I desire tonight.
Kendrick stands up and throws the chair across the room as he looks straight into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: PPV, I want that title, I want my to hold it a 5th time. Think about that. Kendrick Kross. 5 time Anarchy Champion. Has a sweet ring to it. You have it PPV. Only pepper you might be tonight is a rotten bell pepper after I take that title.
KENDRICK KROSS: So both of you, I want you to think long and hard about what it will feel like to hold it after tonight because that’s what it’s going to be. A thought.
After tonight, you two will be in No Mans Land. Wondering how you got there and realizing where the title is.
Kendrick gives a wink as the camera fades.
BACKSTAGE
Her misfortune behaved in the eternal manner of misfortunes and hawks—it hung over her for some while waiting for an appropriate moment before it attacked. It chose its moment, when she was still drunk on her successes at War Games. Like a hawk striking, this misfortune’s aim was true. It fell accurately upon its victim, and its victim was Precious Pepper Vain.
Hope and despair just keep chasing each other and the tired shoulders of Precious Pepper Vain become weightier.
She used to walk the halls of MSG with a brisk, energetic and lively step. It's where PPV first burst on the scene after all. Claiming her first Anarchy title. Her first ever title.
And she does not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this sport. She pushes forward. She's shown an exceeding amount of effort.
Yet here she is, apparently snared in ever sprawling roots. As far as she was concerned, her Liberty 2021 campaign had only losses to her name. Every one a dagger to Pepper's cold heart. She has not won on Liberation since December 1st against Nathalie Genieve. Even she must acknowledge having as many wins to your name since then as Donovan Rich is a bad sign.
The Anarchy champion tosses her chestnut mane back. She could laugh at how her tale here has gone. The Bizarre Liberty Pro Career of PPV.
Her storied love-hate relationship with Liberty leaves a burning question pounding between her ears.
What good has being part of Liberty done for her career? What has her misplaced loyalty done for her here?
Liberty still sees her as the rising star that she was when the company closed on her one month into her career in 2019. They're the only company that still calls her a “rising star” and it grated on her nerves. Most of the opponents she's faced in LPW have come and gone. Gregory. McCall. Cambridge. Latimer. Storm. Cartier. Ari. Countless others all gone. With only one or two making a return. She could only name 7 people who have been here as long as her. The only ones who’ve stayed no matter what happened. Yet they still called her that. And saw her that way.
For all she’s done for the Anarchy title, all it’s gotten her is more matches with Kendrick Kross. You could feel the camel's back breaking with the straw there. Liberty Pro have made it all too clear they don’t want the Anarchy title to be all it could be. Despite Precious demanding the gauntlet. Despite her inviting Megan Monroe tor a title match.
Of the last 4 times the Anarchy title's been on the line at supershows, Kross was the challenger 3 of those times. Somehow, some way, Kendrick Kross has snuck into the Anarchy title picture yet again. It’ll be the 7th time he's shared a ring with PPV under Liberty's banners. It made her stomach hurt thinking about it.
And now she was meant to think things will be better after being traded to Freedom? When Freedom drafted the Anarchy champion after a wet behind the ears rookie. The very same rookie who walked out on the Anarchy title match that Vain had won, believing the title would only weigh her down. And Liberty have proven her right every step of the way. Validating the rookie's decision in the draft by picking her over the Anarchy champion who took it upon herself to make the title mean something again.
But it wasn't just feeling undervalued that gnawed at Precious. It was her performances.
Echoes and images cling to her mind like a bruise. In all, she's won 10 matches in Liberty and the new kids of Liberty have already caught up to her. Kaia's overtaken her with 11 wins and a US title to her name. TJ Techniques, for all his past frustrations, is right behind her at 9 and has won Freedom's largest prize. Even ghosts like Max Cerrano have comfortably overtaken her at 12, making short work of his competition.
And worst of all is her atrocious singles record. A total of 3 wins there. And that fact cost her dearly in her last two title matches.
And her mind nosedives into negativity.
But she does not have the time to look down.
So rather than share her feelings, the Anarchy simply smiles derisively and coldly.
She speaks few words. Congratulating Cait on earning her spot as #1 contender . "Your best chance of beating me was in the gauntlet in November," she says. "That was until the dope and dullard himself, Kendrick Kross, was added to this match."
The champion measured the camera with her eyes then shakes her head. "You sullying this match tells me my biggest mistake was caring about this company. You shouldn't even be involved in this since Cait earned her #1 contendership. And after all my work this title sjould be beyond you. But here we are again. Let's get this over with."
Dragging the Anarchy title behind her, PPV marches to the ring.
Her misfortune behaved in the eternal manner of misfortunes and hawks—it hung over her for some while waiting for an appropriate moment before it attacked. It chose its moment, when she was still drunk on her successes at War Games. Like a hawk striking, this misfortune’s aim was true. It fell accurately upon its victim, and its victim was Precious Pepper Vain.
Hope and despair just keep chasing each other and the tired shoulders of Precious Pepper Vain become weightier.
She used to walk the halls of MSG with a brisk, energetic and lively step. It's where PPV first burst on the scene after all. Claiming her first Anarchy title. Her first ever title.
And she does not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this sport. She pushes forward. She's shown an exceeding amount of effort.
Yet here she is, apparently snared in ever sprawling roots. As far as she was concerned, her Liberty 2021 campaign had only losses to her name. Every one a dagger to Pepper's cold heart. She has not won on Liberation since December 1st against Nathalie Genieve. Even she must acknowledge having as many wins to your name since then as Donovan Rich is a bad sign.
The Anarchy champion tosses her chestnut mane back. She could laugh at how her tale here has gone. The Bizarre Liberty Pro Career of PPV.
Her storied love-hate relationship with Liberty leaves a burning question pounding between her ears.
What good has being part of Liberty done for her career? What has her misplaced loyalty done for her here?
Liberty still sees her as the rising star that she was when the company closed on her one month into her career in 2019. They're the only company that still calls her a “rising star” and it grated on her nerves. Most of the opponents she's faced in LPW have come and gone. Gregory. McCall. Cambridge. Latimer. Storm. Cartier. Ari. Countless others all gone. With only one or two making a return. She could only name 7 people who have been here as long as her. The only ones who’ve stayed no matter what happened. Yet they still called her that. And saw her that way.
For all she’s done for the Anarchy title, all it’s gotten her is more matches with Kendrick Kross. You could feel the camel's back breaking with the straw there. Liberty Pro have made it all too clear they don’t want the Anarchy title to be all it could be. Despite Precious demanding the gauntlet. Despite her inviting Megan Monroe tor a title match.
Of the last 4 times the Anarchy title's been on the line at supershows, Kross was the challenger 3 of those times. Somehow, some way, Kendrick Kross has snuck into the Anarchy title picture yet again. It’ll be the 7th time he's shared a ring with PPV under Liberty's banners. It made her stomach hurt thinking about it.
And now she was meant to think things will be better after being traded to Freedom? When Freedom drafted the Anarchy champion after a wet behind the ears rookie. The very same rookie who walked out on the Anarchy title match that Vain had won, believing the title would only weigh her down. And Liberty have proven her right every step of the way. Validating the rookie's decision in the draft by picking her over the Anarchy champion who took it upon herself to make the title mean something again.
But it wasn't just feeling undervalued that gnawed at Precious. It was her performances.
Echoes and images cling to her mind like a bruise. In all, she's won 10 matches in Liberty and the new kids of Liberty have already caught up to her. Kaia's overtaken her with 11 wins and a US title to her name. TJ Techniques, for all his past frustrations, is right behind her at 9 and has won Freedom's largest prize. Even ghosts like Max Cerrano have comfortably overtaken her at 12, making short work of his competition.
And worst of all is her atrocious singles record. A total of 3 wins there. And that fact cost her dearly in her last two title matches.
And her mind nosedives into negativity.
But she does not have the time to look down.
So rather than share her feelings, the Anarchy simply smiles derisively and coldly.
She speaks few words. Congratulating Cait on earning her spot as #1 contender . "Your best chance of beating me was in the gauntlet in November," she says. "That was until the dope and dullard himself, Kendrick Kross, was added to this match."
The champion measured the camera with her eyes then shakes her head. "You sullying this match tells me my biggest mistake was caring about this company. You shouldn't even be involved in this since Cait earned her #1 contendership. And after all my work this title sjould be beyond you. But here we are again. Let's get this over with."
Dragging the Anarchy title behind her, PPV marches to the ring.
MATCH FIVE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Precious Pepper Vain vs Kendrick Kross vs Cait Flanagan
Precious Pepper Vain vs Kendrick Kross vs Cait Flanagan
RECAP It's Anarchy Championship time! All three competitors are warily eying each other down before the bell sounds off. It’s a rush to the middle of the ring that results in a wild three person scrap to really get this match off to the races. In the opening minutes Cait, PPV, and Kross are moving at a million miles per hour. Spot after spot, we see each of them utilize the element of surprise and cleaning table scraps. It looks like there’s no illusion of alliance as shots are traded indiscriminately between all three of them. The match entered minute seven until we finally got powder out by the champ. Cait fresh off of sending PPV to the outside is nearly snagged into a school boy by Kross definitely grabbing tights. However, Cait managed to roll through and even get a foot on the ropes in her own pin. Anarchy rules, so there is no honor between these competitors. A kick out from Kross kept the match alive. He looked to go right after Cait once more, but a sneaky little drop toe hold at an angle saw Kendrick get caught by the middle rope! Right into the windpipe! No chance to catch his breath, as Cait caught him in a snug pin. It probably would have won, save for the champ running around the ring, just in time to pull Cait out of the ring by her legs. The Shitty Little Grifter looked as if she had words, but she was quickly put down to the floor by a sharp discus lariat from PPV. The usually elegant Vain showed hints of a nastier side as she took Cait by the head and repeatedly slammed her face on the outside floor! She even started to pull away at the protective floor coverings, with something devious in mind. Kendrick was still in the ring catching his air, which meant there was no one to stop PPV! She looked as if she was lining up a curb stomp to the exposed concrete! But then… BAM! The unprotected chair shot heard round the MSG! The cameras quickly scramble at an angle… Where we see Josh Anderson! He’s got the murder weapon in hand, a dented in chair and a even more murderous smile across his face. He scooped up PPV’s limp body and rolled her into the ring, right before shaking and stirring Cait back up. Cait’s slow to crawl back into the ring, and Josh hops the barricade and heads away, mission accomplished. Inside of the ring the official is checking on PPV. She hasn’t moved in a while, and the small puddles showing up in the ring are telltale… She’s busted open, in the back of her head. Cait finally rolls into the ring - BUT RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM KROSS! The cheeky bastard was playing opposum! He makes the move on PPV, going for the cover! BUT WHAT! Kick out at two! It looked like that last breath of the champion from PPV was far from taken. However, it seems like she had just enough to shoulder out - likely moving on pure muscle memory! The roar of the crowd had Anderson turn around. The cameras caught him halfway up the long stairway of the arena, nearing an exit tunnel. However, not hearing Cait’s music heralding her in a champ, he turns and slowly has a look of horror on his face. Kendrick’s scrambling now. Heading to a turnbuckle as fast as he can. It’s a race as Josh is hurrying back down the stairs, but will he have enough time!? At the top, Kendrick launched off COUP DE GRAS on Flannagan! He might finally do it! He hooked the leg right as Anderson was making it back to the barricade! 1 2 3! He did it! Kendrick doesn’t even wait to celebrate in the ring! He snatched up the belt he’d worked so hard to hold and sprinted as fast as he could up the ramp. WINNER And new Anarchy Champion… KENDRICK KROSS!!! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:32 FINISHING MOVE COUP DE GRAS |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to the canteen area where Huckleberry Fynn and Sad Max are hanging out. The ROTTEN interns are each sat on the edge of a table, chatting in between bites of some hot wings. "There you are!" growls a voice and the pair turn to see a Oliver Thurston-Knott approaching with a duffel bag. Their posture shifts; backs straightening a little in his presence.
OTK: You need to answer your phones.
Huck: Oh I'm sorry man, I think mine is on silent.
Max: Can I borrow a charger?
Oliver stops in between the two tables, surveying the interns with an icy stare.
Max: I'll give it right back to you when I'm on 10%.
OTK: Ask Micaela, maybe, I don't know. Anyway, I've got some news for you both.
Huck and Max both nod their heads.
OTK: As you know, ROTTEN has been booked in a Tag Team Championship match tonight AND tomorrow night. The powers that be are desperate for us to lose the belts but it doesn't make sense for any of us to compete both nights - not when we have a numerical advantage. Why should we put our bodies on the line for this wretched company twice in one weekend? It's bullshit!
The interns mutter their agreement, still unsure where this is leading.
OTK: So for tonight's match - against Honey and Derrick - the two of you will compete for us.
Max: Right so like, we show up with some steel pipes if it looks like they might win -
OTK: No, I want you to wrestle the match. From the start.
Huck takes a deep breath while Max is wide eyed. OTK can sense their unease, his features soften - the flicker of a smile.
OTK: I'm giving you an opportunity here lads. This is your chance to REALLY prove yourselves to the cause.
Huck: Yeah, thank you. We, uh... we won't let you down.
OTK: Good man. That's what I like to hear.
The ROTTEN leader places the duffel bag on the table next to Max and then turns to leave. After taking just a few steps, he glances back over his shoulder with a deadpan expression.
OTK: Make sure you bring them back to me.
The interns both nod again and OTK carries on walking towards the exit. They share a few awkward glances, waiting for OTK to leave the canteen before Max opens the duffel bag to reveal both Tag Team Championships. Static.
We cut backstage to the canteen area where Huckleberry Fynn and Sad Max are hanging out. The ROTTEN interns are each sat on the edge of a table, chatting in between bites of some hot wings. "There you are!" growls a voice and the pair turn to see a Oliver Thurston-Knott approaching with a duffel bag. Their posture shifts; backs straightening a little in his presence.
OTK: You need to answer your phones.
Huck: Oh I'm sorry man, I think mine is on silent.
Max: Can I borrow a charger?
Oliver stops in between the two tables, surveying the interns with an icy stare.
Max: I'll give it right back to you when I'm on 10%.
OTK: Ask Micaela, maybe, I don't know. Anyway, I've got some news for you both.
Huck and Max both nod their heads.
OTK: As you know, ROTTEN has been booked in a Tag Team Championship match tonight AND tomorrow night. The powers that be are desperate for us to lose the belts but it doesn't make sense for any of us to compete both nights - not when we have a numerical advantage. Why should we put our bodies on the line for this wretched company twice in one weekend? It's bullshit!
The interns mutter their agreement, still unsure where this is leading.
OTK: So for tonight's match - against Honey and Derrick - the two of you will compete for us.
Max: Right so like, we show up with some steel pipes if it looks like they might win -
OTK: No, I want you to wrestle the match. From the start.
Huck takes a deep breath while Max is wide eyed. OTK can sense their unease, his features soften - the flicker of a smile.
OTK: I'm giving you an opportunity here lads. This is your chance to REALLY prove yourselves to the cause.
Huck: Yeah, thank you. We, uh... we won't let you down.
OTK: Good man. That's what I like to hear.
The ROTTEN leader places the duffel bag on the table next to Max and then turns to leave. After taking just a few steps, he glances back over his shoulder with a deadpan expression.
OTK: Make sure you bring them back to me.
The interns both nod again and OTK carries on walking towards the exit. They share a few awkward glances, waiting for OTK to leave the canteen before Max opens the duffel bag to reveal both Tag Team Championships. Static.
BACKSTAGE
Pacing back and forth, we see Derrick La’Bell pacing and ranting around the backstage area. He walks in circles around his “teamie”, Honey, who is sitting in a chair in the center of the room they are in. She’s trying to calm him down, but Derrick isn’t having any of it.
Honey - Derrick, just take a deep breath.
Derrick shakes his head.
Derrick - No, no! I’m tired of these Rotten punks. First, they target me and attack me for weeks, then they ruin every chance at titles we have, and then they kidnap you and to convince you to turn on me-
Honey cuts him off
Honey - Which I would never do to my teamie!
Derrick ignores her in this moment.
Derrick - And now they INSULT us by having their lackeys defend their titles for them while OTK, Micaela, and Rory run around doing god knows what. So no, I will not take a deep breath or calm down! I’m tired of the assaults, insults, and disrespect. I’m tired of Rotten using every cheap trick in the book and then running away like cowards while pretending that they are better than us. I’m tired of-
Honey takes a shot in the dark chance here by putting a finger up and placing it in front of Derrick’s face mid-rant. Derrick pauses, looking a bit insulted by Honey, but he realizes that he hasn’t been letting her get a word in edge-wise for going on 15 minutes now. Derrick takes a moment to let Honey speak, but he was still angry.
Honey - Do you think I’m not upset? Teamie, we are in this together. When they attack you, they attack me. When they cheat you, they cheat me. Every time something happens, we are by each other’s sides, because we’re the better team. Those rotten Rottens have been at their tricks for months, but this time, we have the upper-hand, Teamie!
Derrick looks at Honey with a look of confusion.
Honey - Well, it’s like you said, they gave us Sad Maxie, not Cousin Maxie though,... and The Huckster! That means they’re underestimating the Beast Friends Forever, and that means if we do our bestest, we are going to walk out as Tag Teamie champions, and if not…
Another look of confusion on Derrick’s face, as he was on board with Honey until she said “if not”.
Honey - Then we’ll just win those super cool Battle Royale Teamie champs, and if not…
Again, she loses Derrick.
Honey - We’ll just win both of them and become the Double Teamie champs!!!
Derrick - I like that one. Can we make that last one our Plan A instead of Plan C?
Honey - Way ahead of you, Teamie!!!
They both laugh and do their super-secret hi-five before finishing with the “Discount Double Check”, signaling that they are going to be the next tag team champs, and possibly double tag champs! The scene fades to black as they head out for their match.
Pacing back and forth, we see Derrick La’Bell pacing and ranting around the backstage area. He walks in circles around his “teamie”, Honey, who is sitting in a chair in the center of the room they are in. She’s trying to calm him down, but Derrick isn’t having any of it.
Honey - Derrick, just take a deep breath.
Derrick shakes his head.
Derrick - No, no! I’m tired of these Rotten punks. First, they target me and attack me for weeks, then they ruin every chance at titles we have, and then they kidnap you and to convince you to turn on me-
Honey cuts him off
Honey - Which I would never do to my teamie!
Derrick ignores her in this moment.
Derrick - And now they INSULT us by having their lackeys defend their titles for them while OTK, Micaela, and Rory run around doing god knows what. So no, I will not take a deep breath or calm down! I’m tired of the assaults, insults, and disrespect. I’m tired of Rotten using every cheap trick in the book and then running away like cowards while pretending that they are better than us. I’m tired of-
Honey takes a shot in the dark chance here by putting a finger up and placing it in front of Derrick’s face mid-rant. Derrick pauses, looking a bit insulted by Honey, but he realizes that he hasn’t been letting her get a word in edge-wise for going on 15 minutes now. Derrick takes a moment to let Honey speak, but he was still angry.
Honey - Do you think I’m not upset? Teamie, we are in this together. When they attack you, they attack me. When they cheat you, they cheat me. Every time something happens, we are by each other’s sides, because we’re the better team. Those rotten Rottens have been at their tricks for months, but this time, we have the upper-hand, Teamie!
Derrick looks at Honey with a look of confusion.
Honey - Well, it’s like you said, they gave us Sad Maxie, not Cousin Maxie though,... and The Huckster! That means they’re underestimating the Beast Friends Forever, and that means if we do our bestest, we are going to walk out as Tag Teamie champions, and if not…
Another look of confusion on Derrick’s face, as he was on board with Honey until she said “if not”.
Honey - Then we’ll just win those super cool Battle Royale Teamie champs, and if not…
Again, she loses Derrick.
Honey - We’ll just win both of them and become the Double Teamie champs!!!
Derrick - I like that one. Can we make that last one our Plan A instead of Plan C?
Honey - Way ahead of you, Teamie!!!
They both laugh and do their super-secret hi-five before finishing with the “Discount Double Check”, signaling that they are going to be the next tag team champs, and possibly double tag champs! The scene fades to black as they head out for their match.
MATCH SIX: TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Derrick La’Bell & Honey vs ROTTEN
Derrick La’Bell & Honey vs ROTTEN
RECAP Huck started for ROTTEN and Honey started for her team. The bell rang through and went right to a highly competitive bout, Honey getting the upper hand during a tag in to Sad Max as she caught Max with a corner shiranui getting her a two count though Huck got a blind tag and then the interns of ROTTEN his a double superkick on Honey, sending her reeling. Huck got a two here, and then Honey broke free and tagged in Derrick. Derrick was definitely working stiff so to speak, getting a two count quickly after a Release Spinebuster on Huck. Huck threw up his shoulder and Sad Max screamed at Derrick, calling him a variety of things in some kind of slang that might not have been all that decipherable but they were definitely disrespectful and Derrick's eyes narrowed at this. This distraction allowed Huck to roll La’Bell up for a two count which of course further annoyed the focused wrestler. Derrick hit a Rolling Release Suplex but this ended up a mistake as there was some ROTTEN teamwork going on at the ropes and the pinfall was waved off as Max got Huck’s foot on the ropes. Derrick yelled at Max before he grabbed Huck and dragged him to his team's side and then Derrick and Honey kept Huck occupied a bit but Huck escaped after a Monkey Flip on Honey! Huck dropped her into an Indian Deathlock, and when Honey broke out she caught him with an Inside Cradle for another near fall. The ROTTEN interns kept Honey isolated this time, but even with more near falls they couldn't put the former Liberty Champion away! Things were looking grim though as they kept dragging Honey back, and Derrick was staring cold holes into the interns and they mocked him just a little! The tides turned firmly to the favor of Derrick and Honey though as Honey tagged in Derrick after crawling to their corner. Derrick came in on fire and he hit Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride) on Huck but as he did so, Huck reached back and Max tagged in. As Sad Max was then the legal intern, Derrick hit ANOTHER Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride), this time on Sad Max as he started to charge in at Derrick and knocking him down quite violently to the mat! Derrick's expression however during this entire time never changed, which disturbed the announcers, it was clear that La’Bell had enough of ROTTEN’s games. Huck came in with a chair to put a stop to what was going on, maybe even get themselves disqualified but Honey stopped him and hit him with her patented DDT. Derrick tagged Max and the referee made the count and it hit three!!! HONEY AND DERRICK ARE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! Honey is ecstatic and she grabs the championships while Derrick looks around, making sure there’s no ROTTEN sneak attack. The two quickly exit, leaving the ROTTEN interns in the ring disappointed. WINNER And new Tag Team Champions… Derrick La’Bell & Honey METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:32 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion |
BACKSTAGE
That locker room door swung open and out stepped none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. That oh so arrogant smirk broke out across his features as he held up a single finger to the cameraman. He turned his attention back to the interior of that locker room.
Xavier Laroux: Gonna go grab some water afore my match? You want anythin?
Gabriel Laroux: No, but hurry up, there's something I wanted to discuss with you before your match against him.
The younger Laroux nodded his head before closing that door behind him. Xavier motioned for the cameraman to follow him. Dressed and ready for the aforementioned match, Xavier led that cameraman towards the catering area, speaking as he went.
Xavier Laroux: Caine Ellis. I'm not gonna lie. This whole thing? It came outta fuckin nowhere. There I was, just mindin my own business and here you come. Makin you my business. But..that wasn't good enough for you, was it? You couldn't just settle your problem with me like a man would, nah. You hadda put yourself where you don't belong..again. So now, instead of havin just the one unneeded problem..you got two unneeded problems.
That smirk Laroux wore only grew as they got closer and closer to where they were headed.
Xavier Laroux: But -that's- another problem for another time. Tonight? You're scheduled to fight me and me alone. But then again, these things are always that whole card is subject to change, yeah?
There was a look of deviousness to Xavier's words as he shot a wink before continuing with what he was saying.
Xavier Laroux: But assumin things play out like they're suppose to, it'll be just you and me Caine. You can say whatever you wanna say bout me relyin on my emotions all you want but for every hour of pain I've felt cause of that? I've felt six of pure fuckin pleasure. That's called life, man. See, here's the thing. You're a big dude and you hit like a fuckin ball bat. But it's your head. Your whole fuckin perception of things that's gonna fuck you tonight.
Finally reaching the catering area, Xavier grabbed up a bottle of water only to open and taking a drink from it. A satisfied sigh slipped free as he nodded to agree with himself.
Xavier Laroux: You might be bigger than me but I see things how they need to be seen. This match? You? Life? I see exactly how to approach all of them and that's gonna give me the exact edge to put you on your ass.
He started back towards that locker room. Opening the door up, it was revealed that Gabriel Laroux had been attacked and left laying on the locker room floor. Xavier rushed to his side, checking to see if he was okay.
Xavier grew purely irate as he stood back up, moving to that door and looked out into that hallway. He called for help from the medical staff before moving back to Gabriel's side. This time, not only did he notice the locker room was trashed, he noticed the two words written on the wall: 'Collateral Damage.'
His eyes were focused on those two words as a couple members of the medical staff rushed into the room to check on Gabriel as the scene cut away.
That locker room door swung open and out stepped none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. That oh so arrogant smirk broke out across his features as he held up a single finger to the cameraman. He turned his attention back to the interior of that locker room.
Xavier Laroux: Gonna go grab some water afore my match? You want anythin?
Gabriel Laroux: No, but hurry up, there's something I wanted to discuss with you before your match against him.
The younger Laroux nodded his head before closing that door behind him. Xavier motioned for the cameraman to follow him. Dressed and ready for the aforementioned match, Xavier led that cameraman towards the catering area, speaking as he went.
Xavier Laroux: Caine Ellis. I'm not gonna lie. This whole thing? It came outta fuckin nowhere. There I was, just mindin my own business and here you come. Makin you my business. But..that wasn't good enough for you, was it? You couldn't just settle your problem with me like a man would, nah. You hadda put yourself where you don't belong..again. So now, instead of havin just the one unneeded problem..you got two unneeded problems.
That smirk Laroux wore only grew as they got closer and closer to where they were headed.
Xavier Laroux: But -that's- another problem for another time. Tonight? You're scheduled to fight me and me alone. But then again, these things are always that whole card is subject to change, yeah?
There was a look of deviousness to Xavier's words as he shot a wink before continuing with what he was saying.
Xavier Laroux: But assumin things play out like they're suppose to, it'll be just you and me Caine. You can say whatever you wanna say bout me relyin on my emotions all you want but for every hour of pain I've felt cause of that? I've felt six of pure fuckin pleasure. That's called life, man. See, here's the thing. You're a big dude and you hit like a fuckin ball bat. But it's your head. Your whole fuckin perception of things that's gonna fuck you tonight.
Finally reaching the catering area, Xavier grabbed up a bottle of water only to open and taking a drink from it. A satisfied sigh slipped free as he nodded to agree with himself.
Xavier Laroux: You might be bigger than me but I see things how they need to be seen. This match? You? Life? I see exactly how to approach all of them and that's gonna give me the exact edge to put you on your ass.
He started back towards that locker room. Opening the door up, it was revealed that Gabriel Laroux had been attacked and left laying on the locker room floor. Xavier rushed to his side, checking to see if he was okay.
Xavier grew purely irate as he stood back up, moving to that door and looked out into that hallway. He called for help from the medical staff before moving back to Gabriel's side. This time, not only did he notice the locker room was trashed, he noticed the two words written on the wall: 'Collateral Damage.'
His eyes were focused on those two words as a couple members of the medical staff rushed into the room to check on Gabriel as the scene cut away.
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up to the shroud of darkness, except for a few dancing flames that sit on top of well placed candles in the room. In the midst of them stands the towering frame of Caine Ellis. He gives the camera a stare as intensity fills his eyes.
Caine Ellis: The time has come Xavier. I told you that our time would be here sooner than you would know it and tonight, you will get me in that ring. Your false bravado and emotional outbursts helped you along this path, but I did not pick you randomly. I knew that goading you as I did, poking at your makeshift armor would draw you out and step into my way, a more willing participant than you normally would have been. Playing off that anger and blind rage that have known to be your calling cards. You see, you are a mere puppet that I just needed to aim one way or another to get exactly what I want.
A sinister smile comes to his face now.
Caine Ellis: Even your own flesh and blood was a pawn in the game. I knew full well that going after you meant you would rely on your brother and he would blindly come to your side. I wanted him to rage up and wanting my head, right there with you so that both of you would be in my path and not allow Gabriel to be unaccounted for. And now… It will be both of you that end up being broken and left in my painful wake. Tonight, I am going to break you Xavier and in doing so, teach you a valuable lesson.
The sinister smile fades now.
Caine Ellis: You can thank me after you regain consciousness.
Just then the flickering flames of the candles extinguish, leaving nothing but darkness.
The scene opens up to the shroud of darkness, except for a few dancing flames that sit on top of well placed candles in the room. In the midst of them stands the towering frame of Caine Ellis. He gives the camera a stare as intensity fills his eyes.
Caine Ellis: The time has come Xavier. I told you that our time would be here sooner than you would know it and tonight, you will get me in that ring. Your false bravado and emotional outbursts helped you along this path, but I did not pick you randomly. I knew that goading you as I did, poking at your makeshift armor would draw you out and step into my way, a more willing participant than you normally would have been. Playing off that anger and blind rage that have known to be your calling cards. You see, you are a mere puppet that I just needed to aim one way or another to get exactly what I want.
A sinister smile comes to his face now.
Caine Ellis: Even your own flesh and blood was a pawn in the game. I knew full well that going after you meant you would rely on your brother and he would blindly come to your side. I wanted him to rage up and wanting my head, right there with you so that both of you would be in my path and not allow Gabriel to be unaccounted for. And now… It will be both of you that end up being broken and left in my painful wake. Tonight, I am going to break you Xavier and in doing so, teach you a valuable lesson.
The sinister smile fades now.
Caine Ellis: You can thank me after you regain consciousness.
Just then the flickering flames of the candles extinguish, leaving nothing but darkness.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Xavier Laroux vs Cain Ellis
Xavier Laroux vs Cain Ellis
RECAP The two men start by circling the ring before finally locking up in the center. Laroux manages to get Ellis in a side headlock but Ellis pushes him off. Xavier smacks his hands before tying up once again with Ellis. This time Ellis gets the upper hand and slides behind Laroux and gets him in a waist lock, Laroux uses his speed and reverses by getting behind Ellis. Xavier lets go and spins Cain around to face him, before whipping him into the ropes. As Ellis returns from the ropes Laroux attempts his Superkick but Ellis ducks the shot. Laroux turns around just in time to receive a boot to the midsection by Ellis. Ellis then takes him down with a swinging neck breaker, then goes for the cover but Xavier kicks out at one. Cain goes to bring Laroux to his feet but Xavier catches him with a quick uppercut that stumbles Ellis back a bit, Laroux quickly rushes at Ellis and goes for a kick of his own but Ellis catches the foot. Laroux leaps and catches Ellis in the back in the head with his other foot sending Ellis face first to the mat. While Ellis is face down, Laroux leaps into the air and crashes down with both knees to Ellis’s back. Ellis rolls over as he grabs his back, allowing Laroux to make the cover but Ellis powers out quite easily. X brings Cain to his feet just long enough to drop him head first with a DDT. With Ellis down on the mat Laroux looks to fly high as he climbs the turnbuckles to the top rope. He points down at Ellis and leaps off looking to connect with a flying elbow drop. Ellis barely rolls out of the way allowing Xavier to crash and burn. Both men begin to rise to their feet, once they’re up they begin to trade shots. Finally Ellis blocks a shot and goes to whip Laroux, Laroux reverses and whips Ellis across the ring and into the ropes. Laroux goes for a clothesline but Ellis ducks it, he rebounds from the opposite ropes and holds on to stop himself. Laroux sees this and takes him out of the ring with a clothesline that sends Ellis over the top rope and to the floor below. Ellis stands outside the ring as Laroux launches himself through the ropes and catches Ellis with a suicide dive as both men lay outside the ring. Laroux hops to his feet and starts to celebrate after his move, then picks Ellis up and rolls him into the ring before going for a cover but Cain throws him off after a one count. Laroux brings Ellis to his feet and gets him in a crucifix rollup for another pin attempt but the monster kicks out after one again. Laroux continued his attack, bringing himself up just enough to deliver a few well placed knees to the body of Ellis. Standing back to his feet, he leans down to grab Ellis by the head and pull him back up to his feet. A few well placed slaps to the face of Ellis, Laroux grabs the man by the throat, looking down into his eyes. This enrages Cain and he explodes with momentum as he begins to fire off rights and lefts into the face of Laroux, sending the man staggering back with each shot. Not letting the distance between the two grow too large, Ellis gives chase, those shots backing Laroux into the turnbuckles. Taking a few steps back, Ellis runs in, looking for a body avalanche but Laroux was ready, throwing his right boot up, catching Ellis square in the mouth. Ellis staggering back a few steps, he somehow manages to brush off the boot as he storms forward again, throwing every pound into a second attempt at the body avalanche, sandwiching Laroux in the corner. Stepping back out of that corner, Cain catches Laroux as he staggers out of the corner. Hoisting him high into the air, before snapping him downwards, drilling the spine of the Laroux into the stretched out canvas with every ounce of force he has within him with a vicious spinebuster. Grabbing him by the head, Ellis drags Laroux up to a standing position, hooking his head. Reaching down, he grabs the leg before snapping back into a Fisherman's Suplex! Keeping it held in, he bridged his body up for the pin. The official was quick, once more dropping down for the count but no! X gets his shoulder up just before the three count. Ellis wants to continue his fight, pulling Laroux up to his feet. Ellis yells out as he hoists Xavier up off of his feet, signaling for something big. As he lifts Xavier up, Laroux manages to slip out of the grips of Cain Ellis. Before Ellis could regain control, Laroux wraps his arms around the legs of Ellis and takes him down. Xavier starts to rain down punches to the skull of Cain. Laroux backs up from Ellis, who slowly starts to get to a seated position. Xavier then charges in and connects with Narcoterrorism (Bicycle Knee Strike). Laroux makes the cover but no! Cain somehow gets his shoulder up before the three count. Laroux is in shock as he can't believe Ellis kicked out. Xavier gets up and starts to argue the count with the referee. Xavier looks out in the crowd and he sees Chuck Matthews sitting up in the VIP section again, this time with Nathan Callaghan. Xavier is LIVID as he sees it! He screams out at them and it’s too late for him now as Cain Ellis grabs him and drops him with the Doomsday Saito suplex! But he isn’t finished, he picks Xavier up and hits him with a second! AND THEN A THIRD! Cain makes sure to send a message as he places a boot over Xavier’s chest. The referee makes the count and it gets to three, giving Ellis the win over Laroux. WINNER Cain Ellis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 21:10 FINISHING MOVE Doomsday Saito Suplex |
BACKSTAGE
CVO: “I’m at the precipice.”
Her words weren’t nearly as heavy as they should have sounded. It was light, barely above a whisper as if her words might materialize in front of her, as if she was desperate to control how they were shaped. Considering the month that she’d had? Maybe it was a legitimate fear, maybe not. She didn’t know anymore. What she did know, was that the fatigue in her body weighed more than by volume than pure lead did.
CVO: “The Gotham Championship ahead of me, failure at my back. Can I rise up above what I am, can I become something more than what I entered here as? I took a shot at the Liberty Championship, and I missed my swing. Entered a tournament to get another shot and while I took the Gotham opportunity? I came up short of the main prize, and in my sadomasochism I found myself face to face with Anarchy.”
She turned her head away from staring into the abyss of the dark room ahead of her, and looked into the camera. Cue her smile, her wink, before staring back ahead.
CVO: “Anarchy blinked. In a moment, I wrecked a whole fucking division, dethroned a champion just to shake up her division, and then lost it all in a single night. I did what no one saw coming. I showed the world that PPV was a fraudulent ass bitch. I pushed Tamsin to her limits before she stole the win. I’m not mad at her, but a roll up? She could have done better. The fans deserved better. They always deserve better.”
For the second time, she pulled away from her faux trance and looked to the camera, combing her fingers through her hair.
CVO: “Is it up to me then? The bitch with the right foot that’s got the ambien label printed to the bottom of it? Fine. I’ve been waiting for this moment. To face the King of the Gotham Division. The man who thinks that he can’t be touched, that put a dent in my pretty fuckin’ forehead. The baddest mother fucker I’ve ever faced off with.”
She thumbed her nose, only to lift those hands up in a mock boxing stance.
CVO: “Well, come the fuck on then. We’ve got a show to put on.”
And without another word, she made her exit, stage left.
CVO: “I’m at the precipice.”
Her words weren’t nearly as heavy as they should have sounded. It was light, barely above a whisper as if her words might materialize in front of her, as if she was desperate to control how they were shaped. Considering the month that she’d had? Maybe it was a legitimate fear, maybe not. She didn’t know anymore. What she did know, was that the fatigue in her body weighed more than by volume than pure lead did.
CVO: “The Gotham Championship ahead of me, failure at my back. Can I rise up above what I am, can I become something more than what I entered here as? I took a shot at the Liberty Championship, and I missed my swing. Entered a tournament to get another shot and while I took the Gotham opportunity? I came up short of the main prize, and in my sadomasochism I found myself face to face with Anarchy.”
She turned her head away from staring into the abyss of the dark room ahead of her, and looked into the camera. Cue her smile, her wink, before staring back ahead.
CVO: “Anarchy blinked. In a moment, I wrecked a whole fucking division, dethroned a champion just to shake up her division, and then lost it all in a single night. I did what no one saw coming. I showed the world that PPV was a fraudulent ass bitch. I pushed Tamsin to her limits before she stole the win. I’m not mad at her, but a roll up? She could have done better. The fans deserved better. They always deserve better.”
For the second time, she pulled away from her faux trance and looked to the camera, combing her fingers through her hair.
CVO: “Is it up to me then? The bitch with the right foot that’s got the ambien label printed to the bottom of it? Fine. I’ve been waiting for this moment. To face the King of the Gotham Division. The man who thinks that he can’t be touched, that put a dent in my pretty fuckin’ forehead. The baddest mother fucker I’ve ever faced off with.”
She thumbed her nose, only to lift those hands up in a mock boxing stance.
CVO: “Well, come the fuck on then. We’ve got a show to put on.”
And without another word, she made her exit, stage left.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage. The reigning Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano, a look of assured certainty on his features. Already dressed to compete, the Gotham Championship wrapped tightly around his waist, burnished to a perfect shine
MAX CERRANO: I've done my level best to be reasonable. To pay my opposition the respect her ability deserves. She took the Liberty Champion to the limit. Has beaten some of the best that Liberty has to offer. Meager an accomplishment as that is...its not without its merits, and I've given CVO her due.
He shakes his head, running a hand over the faceplate of the championship.
MAX CERRANO:But there comes a time when respect, however menial, must be put aside. When acknowledgement of talent loses meaning, and when the hubris of a rookie desperate for success must be repaid in full. You want this, CVO. You might even need it. You've attached so much worth to beating me, poured your heart into it...but simply put, it isn't enough.
Max runs a hand through his hair, sneering.
MAX CERRANO: You can want, need, crave this victory with every ounce of your being. Throw every fiber of yourself at taking whats rightfully mine. But all of that want, all that hunger...it is means nothing here. You aren't in Liberty anymore, when you step through those ropes to face me for this. You are in occupied territory. My world. My rules. I decide how long you last. I decide how long you keep your head above water before you drown. I decide when you get to step up...and when you fall. You want to be a Queen? Too bad. There are no Kings or Queens here, CVO. I'm the one who kills the Kings and Queens. The one who establishes his own pecking order. And you don't measure up. Not yet.
Max pauses, considering.
MAX CERRANO: Someday, perhaps. But not today. I have no doubt you'll fight harder than ever before. I wouldn't even doubt that you'll make me earn it, unlike the rest of these dregs. But it won't be enough. You'll fight, and scrape, and clutch for this crown you've imagined, but in the end...you'll see the flaw in your narrative, and that the game you've been playing isn't the one that gives you Gotham. Because that game? I always win. You say I've taught you a lesson before...tonight, you learn another. One I hope you'll take to heart. This is MY territory, CVO. I run shit here. You just live here.
A slight smirk.
MAX CERRANO: For now.
Cerrano leaves the frame, and we cut away.
Backstage. The reigning Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano, a look of assured certainty on his features. Already dressed to compete, the Gotham Championship wrapped tightly around his waist, burnished to a perfect shine
MAX CERRANO: I've done my level best to be reasonable. To pay my opposition the respect her ability deserves. She took the Liberty Champion to the limit. Has beaten some of the best that Liberty has to offer. Meager an accomplishment as that is...its not without its merits, and I've given CVO her due.
He shakes his head, running a hand over the faceplate of the championship.
MAX CERRANO:But there comes a time when respect, however menial, must be put aside. When acknowledgement of talent loses meaning, and when the hubris of a rookie desperate for success must be repaid in full. You want this, CVO. You might even need it. You've attached so much worth to beating me, poured your heart into it...but simply put, it isn't enough.
Max runs a hand through his hair, sneering.
MAX CERRANO: You can want, need, crave this victory with every ounce of your being. Throw every fiber of yourself at taking whats rightfully mine. But all of that want, all that hunger...it is means nothing here. You aren't in Liberty anymore, when you step through those ropes to face me for this. You are in occupied territory. My world. My rules. I decide how long you last. I decide how long you keep your head above water before you drown. I decide when you get to step up...and when you fall. You want to be a Queen? Too bad. There are no Kings or Queens here, CVO. I'm the one who kills the Kings and Queens. The one who establishes his own pecking order. And you don't measure up. Not yet.
Max pauses, considering.
MAX CERRANO: Someday, perhaps. But not today. I have no doubt you'll fight harder than ever before. I wouldn't even doubt that you'll make me earn it, unlike the rest of these dregs. But it won't be enough. You'll fight, and scrape, and clutch for this crown you've imagined, but in the end...you'll see the flaw in your narrative, and that the game you've been playing isn't the one that gives you Gotham. Because that game? I always win. You say I've taught you a lesson before...tonight, you learn another. One I hope you'll take to heart. This is MY territory, CVO. I run shit here. You just live here.
A slight smirk.
MAX CERRANO: For now.
Cerrano leaves the frame, and we cut away.
MATCH EIGHT: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
CVO! vs Max Cerrano
CVO! vs Max Cerrano
RECAP CVO has an uphill battle against the Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano, but she looks ready and confident. The match starts off fast paced but Max is the one who is able to control the early portion of the contest by slamming CVO around the ring with a plethora of slams and suplexes. CVO tries countering a suplex, but Max uses his strength to power through it, holding the Instathot in the air for good measure for a few seconds before dropping CVO to the mat. Max took time to trash talk and taunt CVO but the tide of the match changes when Cerrano goes for a running senton but CVO is able to roll out of the way at the last possible second. This gives CVO some time to recover and get up to her feet as Max uses the corner to try and pull himself up. Cerrano charges out of the corner at CVO but CVO is able to dropkick Max in his knee. Cerrano drops to the canvas in pain before the THOT Squad Patrol Leader lands an elbow to the knee. CVO then steps on the Gotham Champion’s ankle and jumps into the air before stomping on the knee itself. CVO now applies a single leg crab, focusing on the now hurt leg of the champ but Max is able to extend his arm and grab the bottom rope, freeing himself from the pain. As Cerrano attempts to stand but he’s now moving with a visible limp. CVO runs off the far rope and then dives down at the back of Max's leg, taking him out from behind. As Cerrano crumbles to the mat, CVO then goes for a pin attempt but would only pick up a two count, "The King Killer" showing that he refuses to give up. The tide switches back when CVO goes for a diving elbow and misses her target due to him rolling out of the way. Max stands to his feet, still limping, but he’s now running off of adrenaline. As CVO stands up to her feet, Cerrano drops her with a brutal clothesline! CVO stands back up, but appears to be out of it, her eyes glaze over a bit as she was on wobbly legs. CVO stumbles forward and Max hits her with Kill Your Masters - Flatliner transitioned smoothly into a Koji Clutch. CVO struggles in the hold but she refuses to quit! She told everyone that she was going to slay a king, as Max Cerrano has had a stranglehold on the Gotham Championship. Max wrenches the hold in and CVO screams in pain as she squirms to the ropes. Cerrano tries to pull her back but CVO is relentless!! She eventually kicks her foot out enough to where it’s tipping on the rope and eventually she gets it on there! Max is livid, calling her a ‘stupid bitch’ before he yells that it was over and and he waits for her to stir to he can finish her off. CVO is leaning up against the ropes in a seated position and Max charges in at her and goes for Headhunter - Sliding D but CVO CVO manages to roll out of the way. As Max gathers himself, he doesn’t see CVO setting up for a big move of her own! She gets the Gotham Champion with "Cancel Culture." -- 720 DDT!!! The two are laid out on the canvas, the fans cheering “THIS IS AWESOME!” A few seconds pass when CVO finds the strength to cover Cerrano and the referee counts but NO! MAX CERRANO KICKS OUT AT 2 AND ¾’s OF A COUNT!!! CVO plays her hands on her head as her eyes widen, she can’t believe it! She doesn’t waste any time though and she looks ready to try something else. Cerrano stirs and CVO goes for "Negasonic CVO Warhead." -- Rope run Missile Dropkick BUT NO!!! Max Cerrano dodges the move AND CATCHES CVO BACK INTO THE KOJI CLUTCH!!! CVO struggles in the move again but she has nowhere to go as they’re now in the middle of the ring. Cerrano screams at her to tap but CVO refuses! CVO yells out, ‘YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ME!’ The "Asesino de Plata" is enraged by this and he squeezes the hold in even tighter! CVO doesn’t give up, she kicks and screams until the end, when she’s no longer moving and her body is lifeless. The referee grabs her hand and it drops lifelessly to the mat. He calls for the bell and Max Cerrano is declared the winner. He shoves CVO off of him and grabs his Gotham Championship. He goes to leave the ring before turning and looking at CVO, who started to come to. He actually gives her a nod of approval, but not before calling her a ‘dumb bitch’. He then leaves as CVO is left in the middle of the ring, disappointed in the loss but knowing she gave all she had, especially since the fans were chanting “CVO! CVO!” WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 17:21 FINISHING MOVE Koji Clutch |
BACKSTAGE
It’s Tamsin time at the MSG. The Liberty Pro cameras are in the back. As we focus on our surroundings, the pictures clears and we find the shot fixed in a locker room. It's the champion's locker of course - and it looks as if she is holding a full court with the amount of bodies hovering just outside of her door. Her door is slightly closed over, but just enough of a crack to get a strong look inside.
We see Tamsin clad in her gear and stone etched expression on her face. She is sitting on the floor, a small corner inside of her changing space. Her posture sees her leaning over something. We don’t get a good look at exactly what it is, however the couple of glimmers that bounce away the natural lighting tells the tale. In some form of pre-fight ritual, we see Tamsin cradling her Liberty Pro Championship belt. Her lips are moving, but we don’t quite catch what she’s saying.
From what we’ve gathered, her eyes look completely sunken in. While it's normally a safer option to keep a cautionary distance away from her, this camera crewman holds larger cajones than the rest of his associates. He takes the step, pushing through the threshold of the changing room. His steps are tentative, but slowly he gets a better shot of the champion and her most prized possession.
In addition, the crewman manages to pick up faint but audible snippets falling from the champs musings.
In a depan voice, we pick up in the middle of a conversation Tamsin seems to be having with her belt. Her words are simple, and retain a basic theme. She speaks on the level of competition in LPW, and speaks to no one but her being worthy or capable of carrying the burden. She continues after a short pause, saying that over her shoulder - (they) can accomplish wonders together. Her voice leaks of desperation, and we can see her fingers begin to tremble as her grasp of the strap tightens. Her hands are a shaking vice grip.
The cameras linger on the visage of her and her title, waiting for her lips to produce more. However, after an awkward sequence of wordless seconds passing by - there’s nothing. No more to be said at all. Instead the champion slowly rises up to her vertical base. She throws the title snuggly across her shoulder, and for the first time acknowledges the cameras pasted on her every move.
She silently shoulders past the frame, ready to get to work.
It’s Tamsin time at the MSG. The Liberty Pro cameras are in the back. As we focus on our surroundings, the pictures clears and we find the shot fixed in a locker room. It's the champion's locker of course - and it looks as if she is holding a full court with the amount of bodies hovering just outside of her door. Her door is slightly closed over, but just enough of a crack to get a strong look inside.
We see Tamsin clad in her gear and stone etched expression on her face. She is sitting on the floor, a small corner inside of her changing space. Her posture sees her leaning over something. We don’t get a good look at exactly what it is, however the couple of glimmers that bounce away the natural lighting tells the tale. In some form of pre-fight ritual, we see Tamsin cradling her Liberty Pro Championship belt. Her lips are moving, but we don’t quite catch what she’s saying.
From what we’ve gathered, her eyes look completely sunken in. While it's normally a safer option to keep a cautionary distance away from her, this camera crewman holds larger cajones than the rest of his associates. He takes the step, pushing through the threshold of the changing room. His steps are tentative, but slowly he gets a better shot of the champion and her most prized possession.
In addition, the crewman manages to pick up faint but audible snippets falling from the champs musings.
In a depan voice, we pick up in the middle of a conversation Tamsin seems to be having with her belt. Her words are simple, and retain a basic theme. She speaks on the level of competition in LPW, and speaks to no one but her being worthy or capable of carrying the burden. She continues after a short pause, saying that over her shoulder - (they) can accomplish wonders together. Her voice leaks of desperation, and we can see her fingers begin to tremble as her grasp of the strap tightens. Her hands are a shaking vice grip.
The cameras linger on the visage of her and her title, waiting for her lips to produce more. However, after an awkward sequence of wordless seconds passing by - there’s nothing. No more to be said at all. Instead the champion slowly rises up to her vertical base. She throws the title snuggly across her shoulder, and for the first time acknowledges the cameras pasted on her every move.
She silently shoulders past the frame, ready to get to work.
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The sound of the brakes from the subway hit the airwaves before the scene ushers in on a pretty dismal scene. The empty station seems like a scene from some type of post-apocalyptic film as certain fluorescent lights flicker out of sync, just before we turn to see a woman approaching in a hooded jacket. Much like we’ve seen from the Queen of India in these past few weeks, she looks fitted for the scene as she furrows a quick smile before lowering the hood.
Ahalya Patel: “Strange isn’t it? How a worldly pandemic can take one of the liveliest places in the world and turn it into a den of silence. Rules that are set in place for the protection of health, longevity, and of course prevention.”
The smile turns from a faint one to more of a smirk as she peers around once more before meeting the camera head on.
Ahalya Patel: “Prevention from the inevitable is only a delay though, isn’t it? Not necessarily talking about the state of the world now since we all know what it is exactly that I have ahead of me. No Man’s Land creeps steadily closer and here I am, only my first cycle in Liberty Pro, already making my claims for the top prize. With only one person standing in my way in Tamsin.”
She pauses once more now taking a few steps forward.
Ahalya Patel: “Tamsin is interesting in that she thinks that people are supposed to adhere to her rules, because she suddenly cashed in some prize that she didn’t win in the first place, had a few defenses, and leaves it open for anyone who sees fit to “meet” her challenge, that suddenly she determines what gets booked. She wanted to use some of her more bizarre methods to try and take me down when all of that Anarchy Rules craziness was happening, and then get mad when the same shit gets done to her the next show, just showing you I can play them dirty tricks too, boo.”
She winked.
Ahalya Patel: “People seem to get confused on just who Ahalya Patel is, you get comfortable in me being just like any other person you’ve ever met inside of the ring and that is because I’m not a talker. I’m not going to give you just a little bit of sass and then show up at show time and offer you nothing less than a stellar performance. So people get comfortable, they believe they can talk shit and not get met head on with it. Tamsin wants to claim she’s going to break my legs and then my spirit, clearly she’s never seen what these hands can do, but that’s the beauty of it isn’t it? You don’t really know what you’re up against until they come through and then its too late.”
She offered a slight laugh at that.
Ahalya Patel: “And I promise you if anything Tamsin, All that you’ve seen from me thus far, is me holding back. I give no fucks about your open challenges because I earned my shit. I don’t care how you choose to conduct what you believe is your show, because we both know that shit ain’t true. The underlying nature is that as good of a wrestler as you are, as vicious as you feel yourself to be, I’ve already proven I can go up against any damn body and thrive. The monster Caine may have missed his slaying the last time Liberation was on air, but you see out of all of the carnage and chaos, there was one person he now can claim he never beat, and that’s me.”
Pausing once more she laughs.
Ahalya Patel: “As for you, we’ll see just how much longer I’m going to let you hold onto what is rightfully mine, maybe it will be tonight, maybe it won’t. . . but one thing I promise you. There is no breaking me, and if you think there is, you’re in for a treat.”
Her smile that she wears is one that we aren’t used to seeing from her, alarming in its presence as she exits the scene.
The sound of the brakes from the subway hit the airwaves before the scene ushers in on a pretty dismal scene. The empty station seems like a scene from some type of post-apocalyptic film as certain fluorescent lights flicker out of sync, just before we turn to see a woman approaching in a hooded jacket. Much like we’ve seen from the Queen of India in these past few weeks, she looks fitted for the scene as she furrows a quick smile before lowering the hood.
Ahalya Patel: “Strange isn’t it? How a worldly pandemic can take one of the liveliest places in the world and turn it into a den of silence. Rules that are set in place for the protection of health, longevity, and of course prevention.”
The smile turns from a faint one to more of a smirk as she peers around once more before meeting the camera head on.
Ahalya Patel: “Prevention from the inevitable is only a delay though, isn’t it? Not necessarily talking about the state of the world now since we all know what it is exactly that I have ahead of me. No Man’s Land creeps steadily closer and here I am, only my first cycle in Liberty Pro, already making my claims for the top prize. With only one person standing in my way in Tamsin.”
She pauses once more now taking a few steps forward.
Ahalya Patel: “Tamsin is interesting in that she thinks that people are supposed to adhere to her rules, because she suddenly cashed in some prize that she didn’t win in the first place, had a few defenses, and leaves it open for anyone who sees fit to “meet” her challenge, that suddenly she determines what gets booked. She wanted to use some of her more bizarre methods to try and take me down when all of that Anarchy Rules craziness was happening, and then get mad when the same shit gets done to her the next show, just showing you I can play them dirty tricks too, boo.”
She winked.
Ahalya Patel: “People seem to get confused on just who Ahalya Patel is, you get comfortable in me being just like any other person you’ve ever met inside of the ring and that is because I’m not a talker. I’m not going to give you just a little bit of sass and then show up at show time and offer you nothing less than a stellar performance. So people get comfortable, they believe they can talk shit and not get met head on with it. Tamsin wants to claim she’s going to break my legs and then my spirit, clearly she’s never seen what these hands can do, but that’s the beauty of it isn’t it? You don’t really know what you’re up against until they come through and then its too late.”
She offered a slight laugh at that.
Ahalya Patel: “And I promise you if anything Tamsin, All that you’ve seen from me thus far, is me holding back. I give no fucks about your open challenges because I earned my shit. I don’t care how you choose to conduct what you believe is your show, because we both know that shit ain’t true. The underlying nature is that as good of a wrestler as you are, as vicious as you feel yourself to be, I’ve already proven I can go up against any damn body and thrive. The monster Caine may have missed his slaying the last time Liberation was on air, but you see out of all of the carnage and chaos, there was one person he now can claim he never beat, and that’s me.”
Pausing once more she laughs.
Ahalya Patel: “As for you, we’ll see just how much longer I’m going to let you hold onto what is rightfully mine, maybe it will be tonight, maybe it won’t. . . but one thing I promise you. There is no breaking me, and if you think there is, you’re in for a treat.”
Her smile that she wears is one that we aren’t used to seeing from her, alarming in its presence as she exits the scene.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras cut backstage to where newcomer Coby Quik is standing by one of the monitors and watching the action out in the ring. He is dressed in dark jeans and a long sleeved black t-shirt. He seemed to be having a good time getting a feel for things backstage.
Coby: "You know, I've been trying to branch out for a while now..."
He turns from the monitor to look into the camera.
Coby: "I've been back in the business for a while, but haven't quite found the place that feels like home yet. I thought maybe that was going to happen a few weeks ago, but I was wrong. Lucky for me, the offer I got from Liberty came at just the right time."
He motions towards the action from earlier in the night replaying on the screen.
Coby: "I mean, you've all seen the amount of talent that compete in Liberty. Tonight is just the first of a stacked two night event. And for me, it's awesome just seeing so many familiar faces on the roster. I'm not making my official debut until tomorrow night against Brady Vega, so tonight I just get to kick back and be a fan of it all."
He might be a newcomer on the scene, but it looks like Coby is already making himself at home backstage.
Coby: "To be honest, I'm surprised that it has taken this long to come together. One of the guys that trained me competed in this company. My cousin Keke tore it up for Liberty for a little while. The gym that I came out of already has ties here, and that is before even taking into consideration the amount of talent on both of these rosters."
He shrugs.
Coby: "...this is the type of place where somebody with something to prove to everyone can really get an opportunity to shine, and that's exactly what I intend on doing. I'm here to make an impact. Instantly. From what I've seen already tonight, this is exactly the big stage that can provide for that type of debut. I might be opening the show tomorrow night, but I plan on setting the bar pretty high."
Coby starts to walk away from the camera, only to pause and take a step backwards into the frame. With a smile, he gives the fans the line that they wanted.
Coby: "...and THAT'S WHAT'S UP!"
The cameras cut backstage to where newcomer Coby Quik is standing by one of the monitors and watching the action out in the ring. He is dressed in dark jeans and a long sleeved black t-shirt. He seemed to be having a good time getting a feel for things backstage.
Coby: "You know, I've been trying to branch out for a while now..."
He turns from the monitor to look into the camera.
Coby: "I've been back in the business for a while, but haven't quite found the place that feels like home yet. I thought maybe that was going to happen a few weeks ago, but I was wrong. Lucky for me, the offer I got from Liberty came at just the right time."
He motions towards the action from earlier in the night replaying on the screen.
Coby: "I mean, you've all seen the amount of talent that compete in Liberty. Tonight is just the first of a stacked two night event. And for me, it's awesome just seeing so many familiar faces on the roster. I'm not making my official debut until tomorrow night against Brady Vega, so tonight I just get to kick back and be a fan of it all."
He might be a newcomer on the scene, but it looks like Coby is already making himself at home backstage.
Coby: "To be honest, I'm surprised that it has taken this long to come together. One of the guys that trained me competed in this company. My cousin Keke tore it up for Liberty for a little while. The gym that I came out of already has ties here, and that is before even taking into consideration the amount of talent on both of these rosters."
He shrugs.
Coby: "...this is the type of place where somebody with something to prove to everyone can really get an opportunity to shine, and that's exactly what I intend on doing. I'm here to make an impact. Instantly. From what I've seen already tonight, this is exactly the big stage that can provide for that type of debut. I might be opening the show tomorrow night, but I plan on setting the bar pretty high."
Coby starts to walk away from the camera, only to pause and take a step backwards into the frame. With a smile, he gives the fans the line that they wanted.
Coby: "...and THAT'S WHAT'S UP!"
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Ahalya Patel vs Tamsin
Ahalya Patel vs Tamsin
RECAP The bell rings, and Patel moves forward - ready to go. On the opposite end of the ring, Tamsin just stares daggers deep into her contender. The intimidation tactic seems to falter as Patel just takes it as an invitation to open up the offense in the title fight. She rushed the corner with a rushing high kick - landing flush and stunning Tamsin into a slouch. Patel started working Tamsin over with a barrage of sharp kicks. The first few seemed to snap Tamsin out of her daze as she began to shell and cover up. Tamsin managed to block one of the kicks aimed at her head, and rolled herself out of the corner. Patel looked to press, however Tamsin powdered out of the ring. The witch caught her breath on the outside as we rolled into minute five of the match. Ahalya didn’t seem pressed into running the champion back into the ring. Tamsin wasn’t considering a count out title retention and eventually slid herself back into the ring. The two pressed a reset onto the match as they slowly approached the middle of the ring. The first proper lock-up of the match, and Tamsin wrestled a strong control over Patel. With a choppy headlock takedown, Tamsin took this fight to the ground. She looked as if she was about to iron down a progression of holds to grind Patel down… But no! Tamsin took her down only to trap Patel’s right arm. Standing and with her boot grinding into Ahalya’s wrist, the audio picks up a “I told you what happens when you touch what's mine!” There’s more words we can quite pick up but Tamsin is verbally ripping Patel - all before a nasty stomp into Ahalya’s hand! We can hear a loud wail from the Brooklyn native as again and again and again Tamsin is crushing her boot down on unprotected fingers. With the very last stop, Tamsin grinds her heel into the palm - a sick smile plastered on her face. We’re closing in on minute ten in the match, and it looks like Tamsin’s just playing with her food. She’s throwing kicks of her own at the grounded Patel - more annoying and disrespectful than harmful as she boot washes Ahalya over and over. Patel is definitely favoring her hand - however she doesn’t look remotely out of this fight. As Tamsin toys around, Patel throws a sudden and surprising sweeping kick that floors Tamsin! We can see the pain on Patel’s face just to make a closed fist. Still she manages, and hooks under Tamsin’s arm before the champ can rise. A crucifix pin attempt is our first in this title match. Tamsin managed to kick out at two. Taking her resilience as insolence, Tamsin replied with a stiff elbow to the side of Ahalya’s temple before either of them could rise. The match grinds onwards, with Tamsin maintaining control of the fight’s flow. Though Patel has managed a few isolated kicks, the champ keeps the heat on brutalizing Patel with stiff elbows and knees. We’re near minute fifteen and the match has slowed to a gritty and methodical pace. Until an irish whip from the champion is reversed. Ahalya rears back as Tamsin bounced back on the rebound, a picture perfect Rear Leg Front Kick stuff’s Patels boot right into Tamsin’s face! Patel stalls to regain some energy as the MSG crowd sees Tamsin writhing on the mat holding her face. As the hard camera pans in, we get a glorious and nasty shot of Tamsin pulling her hands away from her nose. A crooked and squashed tomato as we see strings of blood dripping from her nose as well as her fingers. But Tamsin can’t even sit in shock, as Patel barrels right into her with a basement dropkick to the back of the head! Grounded, Ahalya seizes the initiative in this fight and locks in a grounded dragon sleeper on the champion. Tamsin’s fighting like crazy, and all of the MSG audience is on their feet. Having to lock in the hold with her hands, we see Ahalya’s face twist in a mix of pain and determination to put Tamsin to sleep. We see this lock being applied for an excruciating minute and a half, that felt like forever. However, slowly but surely we see Tamsin fight less and less. Her arms flail lazily and her eyes close slowly… But it’s hard to kill witches. In a flash, Tamsin’s eyes open wide. Her pupils nearly dilated, a completely crazed look with blood still oozing down her busted nose. She makes a gator death roll that sent both champion and challenger tumbling to the outside…. BUT AHALYA KEPT THE HOLD! For a moment we see a look of desperation painted on Tamsin’s face. But she managed to tuck her chin under a small pocket. With enough room she bit down hard into Ahalya’s arm! The bite quickly transitioned into a wild gnaw before Patel released the sleeper. It was just in time for the mid way mark in the officials count. Patel checked the underside of her arm before rising to her feet. Knowing she couldn’t win the title from the outside, Ahalya scraped up Tamsin from the floor and rolled her back into the ring. With the count beaten, Ahalya was looking to finish this. She measured her up, waiting for Tamsin to reach her feet. As she did, Patel launched off in a spin! EN FIMIN-NO! Tamsin ducked under the tail end of the 540 kick and immediately charged the ropes. She steamed back from the rebound and lowered her head. VET-NO! The charging headbutt was reversed, as Patel whipped Tamsin into the corner. Ahalya followed Tamsin’s travel and was there to connect with a corner boot as soon as the champion turned into the turnbuckle! We’re back to where we began, with Tamsin dazed in the corner. It pains her hand, but slowly Patel lifts and loads Tamsin up to the top rope, though she may have taken too much time in the process… Still, Liberty’s Lioness is in a prime position. She backs away from the corner, measuring her distance before she sprints! The crowd is on their collective toes as Patel looks to connect with her corner high kick! BUT NO! Tamsin managed to slap the boot away at the last second, turning Ahalya’s back to her. And then she took a leap of faith! REVERSE METEORA FROM THE TOP! A SUPER SIXXXSHOOTER! The lid is nearly blown off of the MSG, as Tamsin yelled a very primal “GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!” before she slid off of Patel and hooked her leg for the cover. 1. 2. 3! Tamsin did it! She successfully defended her Liberty Championship against Ahalya Patel. She grabs her Liberty Championship and raises it in the air. Ahalya stirs and makes eye contact with the champion and the two share a nod of respect before she leaves the ring, letting Tamsin celebrate her huge victory on Night One of No Man’s Land II. WINNER Tamsin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 24:59 FINISHING MOVE SUPER SIXXXSHOOTER |