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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Sixty-Two of Liberation
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Wednesday, April 7th, 2021
Episode Sixty-Two of Liberation
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Wednesday, April 7th, 2021
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Grace Van Beek vs Romeo Chavez Jr
Grace Van Beek vs Romeo Chavez Jr
| RECAP From the opening bell, Romeo charged, taking Grace clear off her feet with a shoulder block. Grace rolled across the ring, immediately getting to her feet. At ringside, Ryen Riekert and the usual security team surrounded Grace’s corner, watching the situation. Grace darts in, avoiding the clothesline attempt from Chavez. She leaps up, hitting a dropkick that Romeo brushes off like nothing. As Grace stands, Romeo seizes her, lifting her high above his head in a gorilla press. He carries Grace to the ropes, looking down at her security team in place at ringside. He then sets her on the turnbuckle and gets up, looking to go for a superplex but Grace manages to shove him off of the turnbuckle. She then nails a frog splash but Romeo kicks out after two. There is some back and forth later on as the match continues on. Grace vaulted over the top rope. Romeo came charging in, looking to boot her. Grace ducked, and Romeo’s foot went over the rope. Grace went for a quick roll up but Chavez managed to kick out. When he stood up, Grace took him out with an enziguri, as she was finally shaking off the rust. Romeo was dazed and Grace charged in and nailed him with Goldbar (Kneebar)!!! She pinned him and picked up the three count and the win before exiting the ring and looking back at Romeo in disgust. WINNER Grace van Beek METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:32 FINISHING MOVE Goldbar |
BACKSTAGE
A camera slowly flickers and comes to show Kendrick sitting at a table in the locker room as he slowly is cleaning the Anarchy Championship..
KENDRICK KROSS: Isn’t this pretty? The Anarchy title is just beautiful ain’t it? Especially now since I’m the current champion.
Kendrick stops the cleaning of it for a few seconds and shows it to the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: I think this is the best it’s looked in a long time. It’s going to stay looking this good as well because if anyone paid attention I made sure to win my first title defense this past show. And while tonight may not be a title match I’m still going out there to show why I’m the current champion.
Kenerick begins to shine it as he finish totally cleaning it.
KENDRICK KROSS: Ahalya Patel. I sure hope you don’t have any kind of thought of you winning this match...you’re gonna be oh so disappointed if you do. You see Patel, I won this title after fighting and clawing for it. Whether any match I’m in is a title defense or not doesn’t matter. I earned this title and losing a match to you is not going to go on my record. I want you to really think one last happy thought before this match. Because that’ll be your last.”
Kendrick finishes polishing the title and gives it a bit smirk as he holds it up, shining.
KENDRICK KROSS: Now this is a beautiful title. Held by your record setting champion.
With that the caneramflicjers back out.
A camera slowly flickers and comes to show Kendrick sitting at a table in the locker room as he slowly is cleaning the Anarchy Championship..
KENDRICK KROSS: Isn’t this pretty? The Anarchy title is just beautiful ain’t it? Especially now since I’m the current champion.
Kendrick stops the cleaning of it for a few seconds and shows it to the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: I think this is the best it’s looked in a long time. It’s going to stay looking this good as well because if anyone paid attention I made sure to win my first title defense this past show. And while tonight may not be a title match I’m still going out there to show why I’m the current champion.
Kenerick begins to shine it as he finish totally cleaning it.
KENDRICK KROSS: Ahalya Patel. I sure hope you don’t have any kind of thought of you winning this match...you’re gonna be oh so disappointed if you do. You see Patel, I won this title after fighting and clawing for it. Whether any match I’m in is a title defense or not doesn’t matter. I earned this title and losing a match to you is not going to go on my record. I want you to really think one last happy thought before this match. Because that’ll be your last.”
Kendrick finishes polishing the title and gives it a bit smirk as he holds it up, shining.
KENDRICK KROSS: Now this is a beautiful title. Held by your record setting champion.
With that the caneramflicjers back out.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage right after the opening match to see the intrepid LPW Lead Backstage Interviewer ready to do something he might wind up regretting. Skulking around in the hallway, Tim looked determined to get a few words with the newest Liberation signee, fresh off her debut win against Romeo Chavez Jr.
What Tim Anderson ignored was that the South African is not too keen on speaking to interviewers, and her personal security is even less inclined toward letting anyone close to the Diamond Princess. It was the head of security himself, Ryen Reikert who stepped in front of the interviewer, halting his march.
Ryen Riekert: “Who are you? Where do you think you’re going?”
Tim was used to finding himself around guys much bigger than him, that was par for the course in a wrestling company. But something about Riekert was more intimidating than anyone he had been in the presence of. Perhaps the coldness in his voice, or the lack of emotions in his eyes. Or then again, maybe it was the four men in full tactical gear behind him, looking ready to do anything on his command.
Tim Anderson: “I.. Uh.. I’m Tim, Tim Anderson.. I.. Work here, as an interviewer.”
He stuttered, not sounding convincing at all. Ryen just stared at him without saying a word, until one of his men stepped next to him and showed him something on the screen of his phone. Riekert looked at the phone, then at Tim and back again on the phone, saving the last glance for the interviewer. He nodded his head and the other guard turned around to walk back in position. As he walked away, the camera caught a glimpse of his phone, on the screen was Tim’s personal record, his picture visible on the upper right corner.
Ryen Riekert: “Didn’t you get the memo, Tim? Miss van Beek doesn’t grant interviews, not without notice. Call Elsa McCarthy, she will be happy to find you an opening in Miss van Beek’s schedule, and discuss together the questions you want to ask her.”
Anderson was taken aback by the way he dismissed him without giving him a chance of rebuttal. Riekert, in fact, was already on his way, followed by the small army ensuring Grace’s safety.
Grace van Beek: “Hold it right there, Mr Riekert.”
Came the voice of the South African, completely unexpectedly. But as out of character as this was for Grace, nobody on her entourage dared say a word to question her. If anything, the ranks of security opened to allow her step in front of the camera. She was still dressed in her ring gear, having just finished competing, but she was now wearing a silk robe over it, golden in color of course.
Grace van Beek: “I believe that, by way of an exception, I could concede you an interview, Mr. Anderson. Be mindful though, this is an extraordinary circumstance that by no means will be repeated.”
She stepped next to Ryen who instantly bent down to allow Grace to whisper something in his ear. He quickly glanced at his wrist and then replied to the Diamond Princess in the same perhaps impolite but secretive manner.
Grace van Beek: “I can concede you three minutes of my time, make good use of them.”
Talk about putting pressure on the poor Tim. He surely had prepared a lot of questions for his guest, but being on literally borrowed time forced him to carefully select what to ask her. He started with an easy one, an icebreaker you could say.
Tim Anderson: “You just had your debut…”
Grace van Beek: “That was a waste of my time, I suggest you do not do the same, Mr. Anderson. It is not something you can afford.”
She interrupted him. A tad rudely, perhaps, but she made a good point.
Tim Anderson: “Right. Word on the street is you joined LPW to end ROTTEN, who a month ago hijacked your Pay-Per-View causing a loss of money and bad publicity for your company. This was what transpired from your chat with Nathan Callaghan on the last Liberation, anyway. How do you plan to do that?”
Grace van Beek: “ROTTEN is a scourge poisoning this company, that much I can agree with. They attempted spreading their propaganda in MWE too, but they have been dealt with already. I understand their creed is much more rooted here, they were able to proselytize and prosper like weeds, partly taking advantage of a lack of rigour on the management’s end. But I would be lying if I say that it is the reason why I was signed.”
After the briefest pause, Grace continued.
Grace van Beek: “If that was the case, I would have advised Mr. Callaghan to hire a Problem Solver, I happen to know the perfect person to get the job done. Mr. Callaghan has a vision, he carved a path toward excellence for his company with some world class signing and he just lacked the last addition to his star-studded roster. The brightest diamond, the crown jewel for his collection.”
Grace smiled up at the camera, saying with belief.
Grace van Beek: “He just happens to have found what he was looking for.”
Rien nodded at the rest of the team who once again closed in on Grace.
Tim Anderson: “I see.. So what’s…”
Grace van Beek: “Your three minutes are over, Mr. Anderson. If you excuse me.”
Without even glancing at the interviewer, Grace walked away, escorted by her personal detail.
We cut backstage right after the opening match to see the intrepid LPW Lead Backstage Interviewer ready to do something he might wind up regretting. Skulking around in the hallway, Tim looked determined to get a few words with the newest Liberation signee, fresh off her debut win against Romeo Chavez Jr.
What Tim Anderson ignored was that the South African is not too keen on speaking to interviewers, and her personal security is even less inclined toward letting anyone close to the Diamond Princess. It was the head of security himself, Ryen Reikert who stepped in front of the interviewer, halting his march.
Ryen Riekert: “Who are you? Where do you think you’re going?”
Tim was used to finding himself around guys much bigger than him, that was par for the course in a wrestling company. But something about Riekert was more intimidating than anyone he had been in the presence of. Perhaps the coldness in his voice, or the lack of emotions in his eyes. Or then again, maybe it was the four men in full tactical gear behind him, looking ready to do anything on his command.
Tim Anderson: “I.. Uh.. I’m Tim, Tim Anderson.. I.. Work here, as an interviewer.”
He stuttered, not sounding convincing at all. Ryen just stared at him without saying a word, until one of his men stepped next to him and showed him something on the screen of his phone. Riekert looked at the phone, then at Tim and back again on the phone, saving the last glance for the interviewer. He nodded his head and the other guard turned around to walk back in position. As he walked away, the camera caught a glimpse of his phone, on the screen was Tim’s personal record, his picture visible on the upper right corner.
Ryen Riekert: “Didn’t you get the memo, Tim? Miss van Beek doesn’t grant interviews, not without notice. Call Elsa McCarthy, she will be happy to find you an opening in Miss van Beek’s schedule, and discuss together the questions you want to ask her.”
Anderson was taken aback by the way he dismissed him without giving him a chance of rebuttal. Riekert, in fact, was already on his way, followed by the small army ensuring Grace’s safety.
Grace van Beek: “Hold it right there, Mr Riekert.”
Came the voice of the South African, completely unexpectedly. But as out of character as this was for Grace, nobody on her entourage dared say a word to question her. If anything, the ranks of security opened to allow her step in front of the camera. She was still dressed in her ring gear, having just finished competing, but she was now wearing a silk robe over it, golden in color of course.
Grace van Beek: “I believe that, by way of an exception, I could concede you an interview, Mr. Anderson. Be mindful though, this is an extraordinary circumstance that by no means will be repeated.”
She stepped next to Ryen who instantly bent down to allow Grace to whisper something in his ear. He quickly glanced at his wrist and then replied to the Diamond Princess in the same perhaps impolite but secretive manner.
Grace van Beek: “I can concede you three minutes of my time, make good use of them.”
Talk about putting pressure on the poor Tim. He surely had prepared a lot of questions for his guest, but being on literally borrowed time forced him to carefully select what to ask her. He started with an easy one, an icebreaker you could say.
Tim Anderson: “You just had your debut…”
Grace van Beek: “That was a waste of my time, I suggest you do not do the same, Mr. Anderson. It is not something you can afford.”
She interrupted him. A tad rudely, perhaps, but she made a good point.
Tim Anderson: “Right. Word on the street is you joined LPW to end ROTTEN, who a month ago hijacked your Pay-Per-View causing a loss of money and bad publicity for your company. This was what transpired from your chat with Nathan Callaghan on the last Liberation, anyway. How do you plan to do that?”
Grace van Beek: “ROTTEN is a scourge poisoning this company, that much I can agree with. They attempted spreading their propaganda in MWE too, but they have been dealt with already. I understand their creed is much more rooted here, they were able to proselytize and prosper like weeds, partly taking advantage of a lack of rigour on the management’s end. But I would be lying if I say that it is the reason why I was signed.”
After the briefest pause, Grace continued.
Grace van Beek: “If that was the case, I would have advised Mr. Callaghan to hire a Problem Solver, I happen to know the perfect person to get the job done. Mr. Callaghan has a vision, he carved a path toward excellence for his company with some world class signing and he just lacked the last addition to his star-studded roster. The brightest diamond, the crown jewel for his collection.”
Grace smiled up at the camera, saying with belief.
Grace van Beek: “He just happens to have found what he was looking for.”
Rien nodded at the rest of the team who once again closed in on Grace.
Tim Anderson: “I see.. So what’s…”
Grace van Beek: “Your three minutes are over, Mr. Anderson. If you excuse me.”
Without even glancing at the interviewer, Grace walked away, escorted by her personal detail.
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
What was it about the Brooklyn Streets that made life seem so at ease? For one Ahalya Patel it was like sitting on a stoop in the sunlight was a typical every day as the Indian Sensation herself came into the camera's view. She was holding conversation with a few people who accompanied her there before, the camera actually caught her eyes and she offered a bright smile to accompany the mood.
Ahalya Patel: “Hey Liberty, seems to be its another week of festivities here in Liberty Pro. I guess you could say your girl is making her rounds, but then again we all know when I’m making my rounds there aren’t many who are left to speak it.”
She laughed at that offering a shrug.
Ahalya Patel: “So tonight we’ve got Kendrick Kross, current reigning Anarchy Champ, seems we’ve got something in common there, though I only had my paws on that strap momentarily, lets just say I kind of liked it, but then again, me and gold are just two things that go together synchronously. Its only a matter of time before I make one of these belts in Liberty mine all mine.”
An assured expression comes to her face then before she stands to her feet, long tendrils of hair falling down her backside as she lifts up the shades she’s wearing to accompany the spring time flower print of the blouse she was wearing along with the short shorts and sneakers.
Ahalya Patel: “Call this match what you will, but unlike others in this game I won’t put Kross down or call him a slouch. He’s got some pretty dope ink and a pretty invested career in the game for me to just look at him as a joke as most do. I’ve seen his capabilities in the ring and I’ve even seen the dude be plowed down by a vehicle and him still come out swinging the next show. I can appreciate his vigor and his willingness to chase what he wants, after all we saw how long the road was before he could actually take hold of that belt he now proudly grasps, but of all those you’ve faced before Kross, not many of them are made like me. I’m not some sugar baby turned gold mine, I’m not a headline for a fashion line, I’m as pure a specimen as they come when it boils down to technique and stride. There’s no one else like me on this roster, I’ve studied my craft in my childhood and have only yet to show the Liberty Scene just what it is that this Indian Queen is capable of doing.”
She walks now with a stride only she can seem to manage as the sunlight beams into the sky behind her.
Ahalya Patel: “You’re used to weapons, Kross so I’ll be glad to show you mine.”
She crouches down into an animal pose signature to the style of fighting she is more than well versed in before she lifts back up and offers an affirmative grin.
Ahalya Patel: “When all is said and done you’ll be thanking me for making you look the best you ever have, even in defeat.”
She lowers her glasses back down then just as she exits the scene.
What was it about the Brooklyn Streets that made life seem so at ease? For one Ahalya Patel it was like sitting on a stoop in the sunlight was a typical every day as the Indian Sensation herself came into the camera's view. She was holding conversation with a few people who accompanied her there before, the camera actually caught her eyes and she offered a bright smile to accompany the mood.
Ahalya Patel: “Hey Liberty, seems to be its another week of festivities here in Liberty Pro. I guess you could say your girl is making her rounds, but then again we all know when I’m making my rounds there aren’t many who are left to speak it.”
She laughed at that offering a shrug.
Ahalya Patel: “So tonight we’ve got Kendrick Kross, current reigning Anarchy Champ, seems we’ve got something in common there, though I only had my paws on that strap momentarily, lets just say I kind of liked it, but then again, me and gold are just two things that go together synchronously. Its only a matter of time before I make one of these belts in Liberty mine all mine.”
An assured expression comes to her face then before she stands to her feet, long tendrils of hair falling down her backside as she lifts up the shades she’s wearing to accompany the spring time flower print of the blouse she was wearing along with the short shorts and sneakers.
Ahalya Patel: “Call this match what you will, but unlike others in this game I won’t put Kross down or call him a slouch. He’s got some pretty dope ink and a pretty invested career in the game for me to just look at him as a joke as most do. I’ve seen his capabilities in the ring and I’ve even seen the dude be plowed down by a vehicle and him still come out swinging the next show. I can appreciate his vigor and his willingness to chase what he wants, after all we saw how long the road was before he could actually take hold of that belt he now proudly grasps, but of all those you’ve faced before Kross, not many of them are made like me. I’m not some sugar baby turned gold mine, I’m not a headline for a fashion line, I’m as pure a specimen as they come when it boils down to technique and stride. There’s no one else like me on this roster, I’ve studied my craft in my childhood and have only yet to show the Liberty Scene just what it is that this Indian Queen is capable of doing.”
She walks now with a stride only she can seem to manage as the sunlight beams into the sky behind her.
Ahalya Patel: “You’re used to weapons, Kross so I’ll be glad to show you mine.”
She crouches down into an animal pose signature to the style of fighting she is more than well versed in before she lifts back up and offers an affirmative grin.
Ahalya Patel: “When all is said and done you’ll be thanking me for making you look the best you ever have, even in defeat.”
She lowers her glasses back down then just as she exits the scene.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Ahalya Patel vs Kendrick Kross
Ahalya Patel vs Kendrick Kross
| RECAP Kendrick Kross and Ahalya Patel circle the ring to the crowd’s chants for Ahalya. Kendrick Kross mocks Ahalya’s signature taunt and luckily ducks their running haymaker. Kendrick Kross stays out of Ahalya’s reach by landing quick kicks and an occasional punch. After Ahalya misses their spinning neckbreaker, Kendrick Kross takes Ahalya over with a side headlock and rains down plenty of punches before they back up and deal a swift kick to the lower back. Ahalya is kept down with some punches, throwing one for every three he takes until they’re picked up and whipped into the ropes. Ahalya flies out from the ropes for a jumping hook punch and then pushes Kendrick Kross into the ring ropes, colliding with a big body avalanche to her opponent but Kendrick is quick to come back as he comes running off the ropes and clothesline Ahalya. Kendrick Kross measures Ahalya and then connects with their DDT before pinning and Ahalya kicks out early. Kendrick Kross begins to repeatedly kick Ahalya, while avoiding ersnap hook, eventually buckling her knee and drops her to the mat with his running knee strike to the head. Ahalya remains dazed and disoriented while Kendrick Kross almost wins again off another snap powerslam but Ahalya just kicks out. Kross looks angry and goes for his snap powerslam again. This time Ahalya escapes it and quickly stuns Kendrick Kross with his spinning neckbreaker before she goes for a leaping clothesline but Kendrick Kross avoids it at the last second and leaps up to drive his knees straight into Ahalya's face and catches his breath. Later, Kendrick Kross shows off some wonderful chain wrestling mixed with strikes and keeps Ahalya close to the mat, knowing his best bet is to take away his swing he picks up a near fall but it isn’t quite enough and once Ahalya makes it back to her feet. Ahalya unrelenting attack on her opponent’s body continues, forcing Kendrick Kross into the corner with some hard chops, Ahalya is forced to back off and Kendrick Kross then comes out of the corner with fire, taking some serious strikes to Ahalya but she nails En Femina (540 High Kick) from out of nowhere! She drops down and pins the Anarchy Champ, picking up a huge victory. WINNER Ahalya Patel METHOD PInfall MATCH LENGTH 13:10 FINISHING MOVE En Femina |
BACKSTAGE
The Locker Room of The Lair MMA Gym in New York is empty except for one man. Though we can’t see his face from this angle, Liberty Pro fans can easily point out Derrick La’Bell. The former tag team and Anarchy Champion is just relaxing after an intense sparring session with his buddies Sha Bishop and Franny Von Licht, but that doesn’t mean he can’t speak on his match at Liberation 62. He looks at the camera with a big smile and begins to cut his promo.
Derrick: Before I say anything about my upcoming match at Liberty, I just wanna Ahalya Patel is truly a Lioness and was the better wrestler at Liberation 61. I know I have my sights set on Tamsin and her belt, but I have no problem sitting behind that woman. She proved me wrong and that’s humbling enough to give her the props she deserves.
He rubs some tension out of his neck as he changes tones and starts to focus on his upcoming match.
Derrick: Now that being said, this is a match that I cannot lose here tonight. Tonight it’s two upstarts trying to take my spot away from me, and I can’t allow that.
He pauses for a moment
Derrick: Lena, you’re known far and wide as someone who hitches a ride on the coattails of others, and Liberty Pro is no different. You betray your friends and your fans by siding with Rotten, and you did it so you can get recognized as an honorary Tag Team Champion for one show. Nothing is worth betraying everything you believe just so you can get a small amount of group success. You’re pathetic and I’m going to beat your ass just for your affiliations.
Standing up he looks at the camera with a look of fire in his eyes.
Derrick: Hank, you’re debuting tonight. I know just as well as you do, your sole focus is to make an impact in this match. You’re going t try and do everything you can to make the statement that Hank Alden is here and he means business. You ain’t done nothing personal, but Hank hopefully you watch the product because that kinda stuff don’t sit right with me. I’m not here for you to make a statement, and I won’t allow you to do that on my name.
Derrick subtly flexes towards the camera to show that he isn’t someone to take lightly or to try and make a statement with.
Derrick: I may be okay with sitting behind Ahalya, because she’s a top talent and deserves everything she gets. Y’all though? Y’all haven’t earned that right yet. You can sit there and tell me every reason why you think you’re going to win, but I know I have to win this match to cement my place in the line of contenders for the Liberty Championship. I have so much more to lose and so much more to gain than either of you combined, and because of that, I gotta beat you both. I’ll see you both at Liberation 62. I wish you both the best of luck, because you are going to need it.
The Locker Room of The Lair MMA Gym in New York is empty except for one man. Though we can’t see his face from this angle, Liberty Pro fans can easily point out Derrick La’Bell. The former tag team and Anarchy Champion is just relaxing after an intense sparring session with his buddies Sha Bishop and Franny Von Licht, but that doesn’t mean he can’t speak on his match at Liberation 62. He looks at the camera with a big smile and begins to cut his promo.
Derrick: Before I say anything about my upcoming match at Liberty, I just wanna Ahalya Patel is truly a Lioness and was the better wrestler at Liberation 61. I know I have my sights set on Tamsin and her belt, but I have no problem sitting behind that woman. She proved me wrong and that’s humbling enough to give her the props she deserves.
He rubs some tension out of his neck as he changes tones and starts to focus on his upcoming match.
Derrick: Now that being said, this is a match that I cannot lose here tonight. Tonight it’s two upstarts trying to take my spot away from me, and I can’t allow that.
He pauses for a moment
Derrick: Lena, you’re known far and wide as someone who hitches a ride on the coattails of others, and Liberty Pro is no different. You betray your friends and your fans by siding with Rotten, and you did it so you can get recognized as an honorary Tag Team Champion for one show. Nothing is worth betraying everything you believe just so you can get a small amount of group success. You’re pathetic and I’m going to beat your ass just for your affiliations.
Standing up he looks at the camera with a look of fire in his eyes.
Derrick: Hank, you’re debuting tonight. I know just as well as you do, your sole focus is to make an impact in this match. You’re going t try and do everything you can to make the statement that Hank Alden is here and he means business. You ain’t done nothing personal, but Hank hopefully you watch the product because that kinda stuff don’t sit right with me. I’m not here for you to make a statement, and I won’t allow you to do that on my name.
Derrick subtly flexes towards the camera to show that he isn’t someone to take lightly or to try and make a statement with.
Derrick: I may be okay with sitting behind Ahalya, because she’s a top talent and deserves everything she gets. Y’all though? Y’all haven’t earned that right yet. You can sit there and tell me every reason why you think you’re going to win, but I know I have to win this match to cement my place in the line of contenders for the Liberty Championship. I have so much more to lose and so much more to gain than either of you combined, and because of that, I gotta beat you both. I’ll see you both at Liberation 62. I wish you both the best of luck, because you are going to need it.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Sean Callaghan sitting behind his desk, his eyes on the camera.
Sean Callaghan: So, CVO! quit and disappeared off the face of the earth. Because of that, the tag match has been cancelled. Instead, we are going to have Karen Willow take on Hank Alden and Derrick La’Bell’s match with Lena is now a singles match. Don’t have too much fun out there.
Sean waves the camera off and the scene cuts away.
We cut backstage to Sean Callaghan sitting behind his desk, his eyes on the camera.
Sean Callaghan: So, CVO! quit and disappeared off the face of the earth. Because of that, the tag match has been cancelled. Instead, we are going to have Karen Willow take on Hank Alden and Derrick La’Bell’s match with Lena is now a singles match. Don’t have too much fun out there.
Sean waves the camera off and the scene cuts away.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Karen Willow vs Hank Alden
Karen Willow vs Hank Alden
| RECAP Hank starts off the match by trying to bait Karen by verbally barbing as the pair circle each other, Karen gives her a smirk, obviously letting the comments roll off her back. Karen pulls Hank into a lock up and despite the struggle, Karen pulls him in and with a sweep of the leg, slams him down onto his back, driving her knee into the gut of Hank, before pulling him back up for a snap DDT. The NVR Champion, Karen Willow, allows Hank to back into the corner before following up with a running knee strike, grabbing the ropes she drives her knee into Hank over and over, not wanting to relent against the newcomer until the official forces her to break away. As Karen backs up, Hank drops and rolls to the outside, dropping down to his knees he takes a moment to catch his breath as Karen leans over the top rope and calls for Hank to get back in the ring. Alden jumps up and uses the apron to propel himself, hanging Karen up on the top rope, Karen falls back and clutches her throat as Hank slides back into the ring and begins to stalk his opponent. Karen goes to her hands and knees but Hank slides in and grabs Karen, locking in a rear choke hold. As he wrenches on the hold Karen’s arms grab for the ropes that are just a little too far away, when Karen then starts to throw elbows back but is not connecting it looks like she may tap. But an elbow followed by a headbutt causes Hank to break the hold and grab at his nose, Karen is to her feet, shaking it off as Hank sits back on his heels, Karen takes him down with a bicycle kick. Karen stalks over Hank before nailing him with Wolf Fang Fist: Superman Punch. He’s out! She drops down and pins, picking up the three count and the win. WINNER Karen Willow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:10 FINISHING MOVE Wolf Fang Fist |
BACKSTAGE
Even though the show’s been going on for some time, Cait Flanagan arrives late, still in street clothes and with a large pair of sunglasses hiding her eyes. She’s dragging a rolling suitcase behind her, her heels clicking against the floor as she marches toward the locker room. The Million Dollar Baby doesn’t appear to be in a mood to talk, but Dante Chapel is there anyway with a microphone, trying to catch up with her.
Dante: So Cait, anything else you’d like to say about your match with Gina van Zyl tonight?
The redhead lowers her sunglasses just enough so that Dante can catch the full force of her glare, then pushes them back into place.
Cait: I’ve said all I need to say. If she was smart, she’d watch a match or two of mine and learn what it is she’s facing. But she’s not smart, she’s just another idiot rookie with pie in the sky dreams, thinking that hard work and determination are all you need to get by in life.
Dante: What about her claim that cheating to beat her indicates a lack of confidence in your own skills?
This time, Cait takes off the sunglasses completely, and Dante swallows hard because of the look she’s giving him… well, he’s apparently feeling very lucky that looks cannot, in fact, kill. She grabs the microphone from his hand and for a moment it seems like she’s about ready to beat him with it, but instead, she brings it to her lips.
Cait: I. Do. Not. Care. People should know this by now - if there’s a shortcut, an easy way, a cheat, I’m always going to take it. My opponent could be a fifty-year veteran or someone whose first match is that night. I do what I do, brazenly and unapologetically. I am not here to win hearts and minds. I am here to win, by whatever means necessary. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve spent half my goddamn day on an airplane, I’m jet-lagged to hell, and I have a lesson to teach a moron.
Instead of dropping the mic or handing it back to Dante, Cait whips it as hard as she can against the wall, causing a loud thumping noise as she stalks off.
Even though the show’s been going on for some time, Cait Flanagan arrives late, still in street clothes and with a large pair of sunglasses hiding her eyes. She’s dragging a rolling suitcase behind her, her heels clicking against the floor as she marches toward the locker room. The Million Dollar Baby doesn’t appear to be in a mood to talk, but Dante Chapel is there anyway with a microphone, trying to catch up with her.
Dante: So Cait, anything else you’d like to say about your match with Gina van Zyl tonight?
The redhead lowers her sunglasses just enough so that Dante can catch the full force of her glare, then pushes them back into place.
Cait: I’ve said all I need to say. If she was smart, she’d watch a match or two of mine and learn what it is she’s facing. But she’s not smart, she’s just another idiot rookie with pie in the sky dreams, thinking that hard work and determination are all you need to get by in life.
Dante: What about her claim that cheating to beat her indicates a lack of confidence in your own skills?
This time, Cait takes off the sunglasses completely, and Dante swallows hard because of the look she’s giving him… well, he’s apparently feeling very lucky that looks cannot, in fact, kill. She grabs the microphone from his hand and for a moment it seems like she’s about ready to beat him with it, but instead, she brings it to her lips.
Cait: I. Do. Not. Care. People should know this by now - if there’s a shortcut, an easy way, a cheat, I’m always going to take it. My opponent could be a fifty-year veteran or someone whose first match is that night. I do what I do, brazenly and unapologetically. I am not here to win hearts and minds. I am here to win, by whatever means necessary. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve spent half my goddamn day on an airplane, I’m jet-lagged to hell, and I have a lesson to teach a moron.
Instead of dropping the mic or handing it back to Dante, Cait whips it as hard as she can against the wall, causing a loud thumping noise as she stalks off.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Derrick La’Bell vs Lena Skye
Derrick La’Bell vs Lena Skye
| RECAP Before the bell even sounds, this one looks like it's over for Lena Skye as Derrick La'Bell stands across from her. On paper, it could be an even match, sure, but in reality? Derrick is a completely different beast than Lena, he’s just too powerful. Lena goes in first as she tries for a single leg takedown, but Derrick uses his power to keep himself grounded and in one swift motion, he lifts Lena up for a powerbomb! Only for it to be countered into an impressive hurricanrana from Lena! There may be hope for her yet. Though that hope is squashed almost immediately after she runs in and gets caught with a major spinebuster from Derrick! He goes for a pin, but only gets a two count from it. It's the heart of Lena that keeps her going long after she should've been eliminated. Every now and again, she'll get some offense in, but the majority of this match stays in control of Derrick La'Bell. Perhaps she's trying to go the distance in hopes of making Derrick tired, but The Beast isn't looking to tire any time soon. Especially after he planted her with his Primal Slam (Reverse Rotation Powerslam)! Another pin sees Lena just barely kick out at 2.9, but there's absolutely nothing left in her. Derrick picks her up once more for his Prodigy in Motion (Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride)! This time the pin is academic and makes for an easy three. WINNER Derrick La’Bell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 4:10 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up with a chair underneath a single light, the rest of the room is completely dark. I door can be heard opening, a figure in a black hoodie runs the back of the chair toward the camera and sits. After a few moments they remove their hood, Gina Van Zyl looks into the camera, her usual smile is nowhere to be seen.
Gina: You know, I came here to make a name for myself, I came to America because I wanted to face the best competition in the world.
She gets a disappointed look on her face.
Gina: Things haven't gone exactly like I had hoped. But then again, how often does that happen? Yes I won my debut match, but since then? Don't get me wrong I blame no one but myself. I am not here to complain about losses.
She stares into the camera and her face hardens
Gina: I have had respect for each opponent I have faced here in Liberty, except for the one I am facing tonight. Cait Flannigan doesn't deserve my respect, she doesn't deserve anyone's respect to be honest.
She grips the back of the chair, her knuckles turn white and ther chair creaks.
Gina: She seems to think that I don't know how dirty she is, like I haven't been watching matches, like I haven't been doing my homework on her.
She loosens her grip on the chair, a slight smirk appears on her lips.
Gina: All that shows is how stupid she really is. Of course I know what a dirty wrestler she is, of course I know she cheats at every opportunity. I knew that before she spouted it off at me on Twitter.
She stands up next to the chair
Gina: What is funny is that she seems to think that I am not prepared, she seems to think that since I am a rookie that she will just steamroll over me. Well that's not going to happen! Not tonight! No, you see tonight I'm not here just to wrestle, tonight I'm here for a fucking fight!
She takes a deep breath, and looks into the camera and smiles softly.
Gina: So come on Cait, bring what you've got, bring all your dirty tricks. You are going to need them, because when the dust settles and its all said and none they won't help you.
Before she walks away she looks into the camera one last time.
Gina: Welkom by die vertoning…. (Welcome to the show) bitch.
She steps out of the light, the door opens and closes as the scene fades.
The scene opens up with a chair underneath a single light, the rest of the room is completely dark. I door can be heard opening, a figure in a black hoodie runs the back of the chair toward the camera and sits. After a few moments they remove their hood, Gina Van Zyl looks into the camera, her usual smile is nowhere to be seen.
Gina: You know, I came here to make a name for myself, I came to America because I wanted to face the best competition in the world.
She gets a disappointed look on her face.
Gina: Things haven't gone exactly like I had hoped. But then again, how often does that happen? Yes I won my debut match, but since then? Don't get me wrong I blame no one but myself. I am not here to complain about losses.
She stares into the camera and her face hardens
Gina: I have had respect for each opponent I have faced here in Liberty, except for the one I am facing tonight. Cait Flannigan doesn't deserve my respect, she doesn't deserve anyone's respect to be honest.
She grips the back of the chair, her knuckles turn white and ther chair creaks.
Gina: She seems to think that I don't know how dirty she is, like I haven't been watching matches, like I haven't been doing my homework on her.
She loosens her grip on the chair, a slight smirk appears on her lips.
Gina: All that shows is how stupid she really is. Of course I know what a dirty wrestler she is, of course I know she cheats at every opportunity. I knew that before she spouted it off at me on Twitter.
She stands up next to the chair
Gina: What is funny is that she seems to think that I am not prepared, she seems to think that since I am a rookie that she will just steamroll over me. Well that's not going to happen! Not tonight! No, you see tonight I'm not here just to wrestle, tonight I'm here for a fucking fight!
She takes a deep breath, and looks into the camera and smiles softly.
Gina: So come on Cait, bring what you've got, bring all your dirty tricks. You are going to need them, because when the dust settles and its all said and none they won't help you.
Before she walks away she looks into the camera one last time.
Gina: Welkom by die vertoning…. (Welcome to the show) bitch.
She steps out of the light, the door opens and closes as the scene fades.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Cait Flanagan vs Gina Van Zyl
Cait Flanagan vs Gina Van Zyl
| RECAP This match starts off with the two women meeting in the center of the ring, staring one another down before Gina Van Zyl looks to start this contest off with a test of strength. Cait Flanagan brings her hand up, going to meet Gina's, but she rears back and slaps Van Zyl across the face! The slap turns Van Zyl around and Flanagan gets a waist lock on her, but Gina recovers quickly enough to start throwing some elbows back into Cait's face to break free. Gina turns around, throwing forearms now, and she gets Cait into a headlock. Flanagan backs Van Zyl into the ropes, getting free as she sends Gina across the ring, but it's countered and Cait goes across the ring instead, catching Van Zyl with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. But Van Zyl kips up to her feet! Gina goes for a kick at Cait on the mat, but Flanagan ducks it and rolls Van Zyl up from behind, pulling her tights for some leverage but Gina kicks out after two. Despite the extra help, Cait can't secure the three on Gina, and Van Zyl is able to roll back onto Flanagan for a two count. As they get up, Gina goes for a clothesline, but Cait goes underneath it, getting Van Zyl in another waist lock, and meeting the same result as last time as Flanagan is drilled with elbows to the side of the head. Van Zyl throws Flanagan into the ropes, but Cait catches herself, springboarding backwards with a back elbow to take Gina down! As Flanagan gets up, she starts to stomp onto the back of Van Zyl's head, showing her opponent the utmost disrespect before lifting her up, and slamming Gina face first into the top turnbuckle rung. Cait sends Gina into the opposite corner and charges in with a running forearm strike. She backs up, looking for another one, but Gina is right on Cait's tail and Van Zyl throws her own forearm that stuns Flanagan. GVZ has the momentum but Josh Anderson is on the apron! Gina goes to knock him down but he moves away and this gives Cait the chance to hit Gina with Irish Goodbye - Double underhook piledriver (Pedigree))! She picks up the pin and the win. WINNER Cait Flanagan METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:10 FINISHING MOVE Irish Goodbye - Double underhook piledriver (Pedigree) |
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Clark: I almost wonder if everyone forgot.
She sighs as she adjusts her new and more colorful gear, a bright tie-dyed top with BLC across the chest. Her usual little grins and happy expressions seemingly put away for now. Keeping the camera in a certain side view, she moves to work on her hair, putting it in braids before twirling those up into buns.
Brianna Clark: The rudeness of our current Gotham Champion, no not that. That’s something he’s more than remarkably consistent on. He’s that guy, you know. You never have to wonder if he means it when he insults you - and he’s always insulting you, even when you think you might’ve scored a compliment. Which is why if you feel he’s being pleasant, supportive, or even moderately respectful? Understand that he’s not capable of it.
She puts aside her brush and the extra elastics before turning from the mirror, her hands on her hips.
Brianna Clark: Hmm no, no. That’s not right. But really, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that he never once has given me my due, and really he’s said he won’t. I’m just a dog, not worthy of his scraps. A mutt, barking to get attention. A dog chasing a car, with no idea what to do if she caught it. Sure, you’d think something as lazy as that wouldn’t sting, wouldn’t hit a mark, wouldn’t… live rent free, another super lazy comment… but it’s all just motivation. I’m sure that by the end of tonight he’s going to have a ton more horrible things to say about me, that’s just how he is. I expect it.
Brianna blows out a breath, looking to the side as she thinks about things, then shakes her head, not looking back at the camera. Almost as if she’s embarrassed by what she’s about to say, or what she’s thinking.
Brianna Clark: I used to really want what he had, you know. The Gotham Championship. Something to elevate, to make worthy of chasing. To be something people wanted to strive towards - not something that people wanted the way he makes them want it, if you get what I mean.
A shrug as she heads out of the locker, the hallway ahead of her brighter than the room she’s been in all this time.
Brianna Clark: But I want something else more than that. I want to make him understand how wrong he’s been about me all along.
A final pause before she leaves, looking back over her shoulder, her gaze bright and focused.
Brianna Clark: Because he is.
Brianna Clark: I almost wonder if everyone forgot.
She sighs as she adjusts her new and more colorful gear, a bright tie-dyed top with BLC across the chest. Her usual little grins and happy expressions seemingly put away for now. Keeping the camera in a certain side view, she moves to work on her hair, putting it in braids before twirling those up into buns.
Brianna Clark: The rudeness of our current Gotham Champion, no not that. That’s something he’s more than remarkably consistent on. He’s that guy, you know. You never have to wonder if he means it when he insults you - and he’s always insulting you, even when you think you might’ve scored a compliment. Which is why if you feel he’s being pleasant, supportive, or even moderately respectful? Understand that he’s not capable of it.
She puts aside her brush and the extra elastics before turning from the mirror, her hands on her hips.
Brianna Clark: Hmm no, no. That’s not right. But really, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that he never once has given me my due, and really he’s said he won’t. I’m just a dog, not worthy of his scraps. A mutt, barking to get attention. A dog chasing a car, with no idea what to do if she caught it. Sure, you’d think something as lazy as that wouldn’t sting, wouldn’t hit a mark, wouldn’t… live rent free, another super lazy comment… but it’s all just motivation. I’m sure that by the end of tonight he’s going to have a ton more horrible things to say about me, that’s just how he is. I expect it.
Brianna blows out a breath, looking to the side as she thinks about things, then shakes her head, not looking back at the camera. Almost as if she’s embarrassed by what she’s about to say, or what she’s thinking.
Brianna Clark: I used to really want what he had, you know. The Gotham Championship. Something to elevate, to make worthy of chasing. To be something people wanted to strive towards - not something that people wanted the way he makes them want it, if you get what I mean.
A shrug as she heads out of the locker, the hallway ahead of her brighter than the room she’s been in all this time.
Brianna Clark: But I want something else more than that. I want to make him understand how wrong he’s been about me all along.
A final pause before she leaves, looking back over her shoulder, her gaze bright and focused.
Brianna Clark: Because he is.
MATCH SIX: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Max Cerrano
Brianna Leigh Clark vs Max Cerrano
| RECAP The match for the Gotham Championship starts off with quite the bang! Brianna runs forward, ducking under an attempt to clothesline her by Max, catching his shoulder and countering with a powerful spinebuster, showing off her amazing power and strength! From the ground, Brianna tries to use her size against the Gotham Champion by having him on the ground, using a headlock to keep the highflying speedster down. Bri tries to end the fight early when she switches to an arm bar, only to have Max power out of it. Transition after transition happened, the powerful hoss showcased her amazing technical abilities while Max counters her with his own technical skills, showing the world why he’s been the Gotham Champion for so long. Finally, it was Max who emerges victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Brianna’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executes a textbook snapdragon suplex! Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Brianna wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet as Max charged her but the female hoss surprised him as she caught him in a bearhug! She felt that victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force Max to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to reach out with his hand to the ropes and grab the top one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Max is free and he goes back on the offensive, as he leaps up and moves to try and hammer Brianna with a springboard meathook clothesline that she ducked under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him, but as he hit the turnbuckles, he was stepping onto the second, then the third, building momentum as he backflips off of it, and behind her, and as the bewildered Brianna turns around? SUPERKICK! Visibly stunned, Brianna drops to the ground and Max then nails her with Kill Your Masters (Flatliner transitioned smoothly into a Koji Clutch). Brianna has nowhere to go and she taps! Max retains once again! Max grabbed his Gotham Championship and exited the ring, yelling out that ‘nobody’ can take away his gold. Standing at the top of the entrance way though was The Kraken, Brendan Samuels. Brendan looked down at Max and clapped. Cerrano yelled up at Samuels, telling him to take that stupid and smug look off of his face and to get out of his arena. Brendan ignored Cerrano. Cerrano waved him off and chose to exit through the crowd. WINNER Max Cerrano METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 14:45 FINISHING MOVE Kill Your Masters |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage! On a big twisty stairwell in a very dark corner, she sits. She’s asked to meet us here, and as we arrive, we see her lacing up her boots. “The Enemy of the World” Emery Layton. She’s facing Honey later on, but right now she needs to get something off her chest.
Bruises and cuts on her body as well as stitches on the side of her head from a recent war, with the Union Battleground War Horse Championship sat on a step next to her from that very war, Em notices our presence and gives us a quick nod to show she knows we’re here, before draping her hair over one shoulder like a curtain so she can better see her laces. She’s not directly looking at us, either. And yet, she begins.
Emery Layton: Get a lotta flack, me. For most things these days, actually. If there’s one thing I’m tryna abstain from a bit it’s lying. You know how difficult that’s been? Still a few sneaking out here and there but all them little white lies you tell people every day for the sake of a quiet life, gone. Some people have found that kinda upsetting. But the issue is it means I gotta admit stuff that I don’t really like to admit. I promised this week I’d finally sit down with all of you lot and explain why I got issues with Owen Gonsalves, and this is gonna be one of them things.
Somewhat distracted now by her own words, she stops lacing and sits up, resting her elbows on her shoulders. She looks into the ceiling, almost wistfully.
Emery Layton: Owen and me, we go way back. We known each other for a few years, but never really had no match or got involved in each other’s business much. Met his wife coupla times, she seemed alright. But the pair of us, for our own reason, we had to go away from this business. It was kinda in-sync, really. Thing is he went away by choice. Me? I got forced to leave. I lost a match with someone who wrecked my life, and then had two years of doctors telling me I might have CTE, tryna get cleared.
At this point, she’s tapping at her own head, finally finding a reason to look directly at us.
Emery Layton: But then I did. And when I came back, I’d had all these ideas in my head. All these people on my shitlist to get even with...but I was too late. They’d gone. The guy who tried to wreck my life wasn’t wrestling no more. I got betrayed by someone else I trusted on my first night back, and when I finally got even with them, the world turned on me for it, cos she was flavour of the week.
But around the same time I came back, Owen slithered his way back into the business. And when he did, first point of business for him was settling his score with Seth Iser. All you need to know about him is he was his, like, biggest enemy, and it ate away at Owen for two years but he finally got to come back and he finally got to beat Seth. Not just that, though, all them people who cheered him last time? They still cheered for him. The wrestlers who loved him last time welcomed him back with open arms. Owen Gonsalves can go to sleep every night, next to his wife, knowing he beat Seth Iser once and for all, knowing he was the better man, while I spend my nights tossing and turning tryna figure out who the hell I am with no one beside me. Not anymore. So the big reason I got a problem with you, Owen? It ain’t cos you mugged for the camera in my debut or ran in because you couldn’t help yourself or cos you couldn’t keep to a plan in a tag match. Those are all annoying little bits but it’s more personal than that.
Emery Layton takes the deepest breath she possibly can. Some words stick with you forever, some statements can’t be shaken off. There is about to be documented proof of her next sentence, and it takes her more than a few moments to find the exact words. Until finally...
Emery Layton: I don’t like you, Owen Gonsalves, because I’m Jealous.
She throws her hands up. It’s done now. It’s out there. No going back, and she knows it.
Emery Layton: Yeah. I’ll say it again. I’m jealous. How freaking pathetic is that? I usually have my head screwed on everywhere else, never jealous of anyone, me, but here you are and this is what it’s come to. And the reason I’m jealous is cos I look at everything you did with Seth Iser and I go “I wanted that”. You got that closure. You got that ability to move on to bigger and better things and me? I will never ever see Adam Fenric again. He is never coming back, I’ll never get to pay him back for changing his mind mid-match and deciding his win was more important than my career, and sending me into a deep, dark pit of self-doubt and post-traumatic stress for two years. And every time you stick your nose in my business, every time I gotta look at you, I’m reminded of that.
Emery’s eyes trail off, in disbelief that it’s come to what she’s saying now.
Emery Layton: But I’m better than this, Owen. Dude, all the things I’ve done in my career, in my life, stuff I had to go through just to get back into this business, I shouldn’t be sitting here, jealous of you. So the only way I can stop that, the only way I can get rid of that jealousy is if I prove to myself that I got nothing to be jealous of. So if you wanna stick your nose into my business so bad, fine. You are my business now. The minute you step foot onto any Liberty show, I won’t be far away. I’ll be round every corner. Everything you ever seen me be to other people in the past, it’s your turn now. And I’ll keep doing it until I feel like I can finally sleep knowing for sure that you ain’t better than me. But until that day, Owen Gonsalves, your whole fucking life is Emery Layton.
Letting that final point linger for a few moments, she goes back to lacing up her boots again, and just as we slowly approached to begin with, we now leave her at equal speeds in the opposite direction.
Backstage! On a big twisty stairwell in a very dark corner, she sits. She’s asked to meet us here, and as we arrive, we see her lacing up her boots. “The Enemy of the World” Emery Layton. She’s facing Honey later on, but right now she needs to get something off her chest.
Bruises and cuts on her body as well as stitches on the side of her head from a recent war, with the Union Battleground War Horse Championship sat on a step next to her from that very war, Em notices our presence and gives us a quick nod to show she knows we’re here, before draping her hair over one shoulder like a curtain so she can better see her laces. She’s not directly looking at us, either. And yet, she begins.
Emery Layton: Get a lotta flack, me. For most things these days, actually. If there’s one thing I’m tryna abstain from a bit it’s lying. You know how difficult that’s been? Still a few sneaking out here and there but all them little white lies you tell people every day for the sake of a quiet life, gone. Some people have found that kinda upsetting. But the issue is it means I gotta admit stuff that I don’t really like to admit. I promised this week I’d finally sit down with all of you lot and explain why I got issues with Owen Gonsalves, and this is gonna be one of them things.
Somewhat distracted now by her own words, she stops lacing and sits up, resting her elbows on her shoulders. She looks into the ceiling, almost wistfully.
Emery Layton: Owen and me, we go way back. We known each other for a few years, but never really had no match or got involved in each other’s business much. Met his wife coupla times, she seemed alright. But the pair of us, for our own reason, we had to go away from this business. It was kinda in-sync, really. Thing is he went away by choice. Me? I got forced to leave. I lost a match with someone who wrecked my life, and then had two years of doctors telling me I might have CTE, tryna get cleared.
At this point, she’s tapping at her own head, finally finding a reason to look directly at us.
Emery Layton: But then I did. And when I came back, I’d had all these ideas in my head. All these people on my shitlist to get even with...but I was too late. They’d gone. The guy who tried to wreck my life wasn’t wrestling no more. I got betrayed by someone else I trusted on my first night back, and when I finally got even with them, the world turned on me for it, cos she was flavour of the week.
But around the same time I came back, Owen slithered his way back into the business. And when he did, first point of business for him was settling his score with Seth Iser. All you need to know about him is he was his, like, biggest enemy, and it ate away at Owen for two years but he finally got to come back and he finally got to beat Seth. Not just that, though, all them people who cheered him last time? They still cheered for him. The wrestlers who loved him last time welcomed him back with open arms. Owen Gonsalves can go to sleep every night, next to his wife, knowing he beat Seth Iser once and for all, knowing he was the better man, while I spend my nights tossing and turning tryna figure out who the hell I am with no one beside me. Not anymore. So the big reason I got a problem with you, Owen? It ain’t cos you mugged for the camera in my debut or ran in because you couldn’t help yourself or cos you couldn’t keep to a plan in a tag match. Those are all annoying little bits but it’s more personal than that.
Emery Layton takes the deepest breath she possibly can. Some words stick with you forever, some statements can’t be shaken off. There is about to be documented proof of her next sentence, and it takes her more than a few moments to find the exact words. Until finally...
Emery Layton: I don’t like you, Owen Gonsalves, because I’m Jealous.
She throws her hands up. It’s done now. It’s out there. No going back, and she knows it.
Emery Layton: Yeah. I’ll say it again. I’m jealous. How freaking pathetic is that? I usually have my head screwed on everywhere else, never jealous of anyone, me, but here you are and this is what it’s come to. And the reason I’m jealous is cos I look at everything you did with Seth Iser and I go “I wanted that”. You got that closure. You got that ability to move on to bigger and better things and me? I will never ever see Adam Fenric again. He is never coming back, I’ll never get to pay him back for changing his mind mid-match and deciding his win was more important than my career, and sending me into a deep, dark pit of self-doubt and post-traumatic stress for two years. And every time you stick your nose in my business, every time I gotta look at you, I’m reminded of that.
Emery’s eyes trail off, in disbelief that it’s come to what she’s saying now.
Emery Layton: But I’m better than this, Owen. Dude, all the things I’ve done in my career, in my life, stuff I had to go through just to get back into this business, I shouldn’t be sitting here, jealous of you. So the only way I can stop that, the only way I can get rid of that jealousy is if I prove to myself that I got nothing to be jealous of. So if you wanna stick your nose into my business so bad, fine. You are my business now. The minute you step foot onto any Liberty show, I won’t be far away. I’ll be round every corner. Everything you ever seen me be to other people in the past, it’s your turn now. And I’ll keep doing it until I feel like I can finally sleep knowing for sure that you ain’t better than me. But until that day, Owen Gonsalves, your whole fucking life is Emery Layton.
Letting that final point linger for a few moments, she goes back to lacing up her boots again, and just as we slowly approached to begin with, we now leave her at equal speeds in the opposite direction.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Emery Layton vs Honey
Emery Layton vs Honey
| RECAP Honey of course is a perennial fan favorite and the Liberty fans are not shy about showing this as Honey is given a huge round of cheers as the match begins and she shows no fear in going against Emery Layton in the slightest. Honey eagerly engages with Emery, and her speedy attack bamboozles Em for a brief bit of the match, Honey even managing to lock her in the HoneyComb Hug after she leaps on Emery, staggering her while grabbing her arm for a chickenwing! Emery forces her way out of this painful predicament however and sets Honey up for a devastating Babooshka, the Pendulum Lariat taking the starch out of Honey and almost getting Emery a three count. She rises up to her feet smoothly but cocks her head, she can hear the commentary team it seems talking about her interactions with Owen Gonsalves over the past few weeks and a look of annoyance flashes over her as she goes to the ropes to yell at them over it - which of course gives Honey a chance to school girl roll up her and she does, but Emery breaks free and freaks out all over Honey! Honey fights with so much heart, giving Emery one heck of a run for her money but in the end, Emery is just too much for the plucky Honey who falls prey to Emery’s famous The Prikasa, a horrible SPLAT marks her fate after that top rope diving cutter, and Emery handily holds her down for a three count. WINNER Emery Layton METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:23 FINISHING MOVE Top Rope Diving Cutter |
BACKSTAGE
A piece of pre recorded footage began to roll. Shot with something as simple as a cellphone camera, focus fell in on none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. Decked out in a pair of worn, tattered blue denim jeans and a white tank top with an unbuttoned black shirt over it, the most important part of his look being that oh so arrogant smirk.
Xavier: C'mon, get my best side.
Unnamed Female: Oh?
For a moment, the picture focused on his crotch. Once noticing where she was pointing the phone, he couldn't help but to laugh out. The picture pulls back out, fully revealing Xavier as he sat upon a concrete barricade.
Unnamed Female: Should've been more specific.
Xavier: I mean, that's fair. But anyway, I'm sure they wanna hear bout why I did what I did.
That smirk growing, Xavier brought his hands up to lace his fingers together and rest them against the back of his head.
Xavier: I sent Caine and Tamsin a message, a message neither one of them will forget. When I cracked that title off Caine's bald ass head, I reminded him that I wasn't bullshittin. Our fight isn't over..not by a long shot. And I'm damn sure not just gonna sit around and wait for this to happen.
That smirk Xavier wore only grew as he continued talking.
Xavier: And Tamsin..when I dropped you like a bad habit, I let you know somethin really fuckin simple. I want what you got. I want that Liberty Championship. That match we had? It wasn't enough. I want more. I want everythin you've got in you. I want every bit of fight you got in you..and then some.
Pushing off of that wall, Xavier let those arms drop back to his sides, his attention focused on the woman recording him.
Xavier: But most of all? When I left you two layin and stood over you both? I accomplished somethin more than that. I shut you two up. After what I did? Caine and Tamsin are all but absent from this whole fuckin equation.
He brought his arms up only to extend them outwards, seemingly presenting himself to everyone watching.
Xavier: Whether it's been fightin for GEW, fightin alongside my brother Gabe or even fightin arm in arm with ROTTEN, my focus has been all over the place since I've been in Liberty. But now? That changes. My focus is on one thing and one thing along: That Liberty Championship. And let's get one thing straight..when I want somethin? I fuckin get it. Right baby?
His arms fell once more as he shot a smirk to the woman doing the recording. Her laugh was the last thing heard as the picture cut out.
A piece of pre recorded footage began to roll. Shot with something as simple as a cellphone camera, focus fell in on none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. Decked out in a pair of worn, tattered blue denim jeans and a white tank top with an unbuttoned black shirt over it, the most important part of his look being that oh so arrogant smirk.
Xavier: C'mon, get my best side.
Unnamed Female: Oh?
For a moment, the picture focused on his crotch. Once noticing where she was pointing the phone, he couldn't help but to laugh out. The picture pulls back out, fully revealing Xavier as he sat upon a concrete barricade.
Unnamed Female: Should've been more specific.
Xavier: I mean, that's fair. But anyway, I'm sure they wanna hear bout why I did what I did.
That smirk growing, Xavier brought his hands up to lace his fingers together and rest them against the back of his head.
Xavier: I sent Caine and Tamsin a message, a message neither one of them will forget. When I cracked that title off Caine's bald ass head, I reminded him that I wasn't bullshittin. Our fight isn't over..not by a long shot. And I'm damn sure not just gonna sit around and wait for this to happen.
That smirk Xavier wore only grew as he continued talking.
Xavier: And Tamsin..when I dropped you like a bad habit, I let you know somethin really fuckin simple. I want what you got. I want that Liberty Championship. That match we had? It wasn't enough. I want more. I want everythin you've got in you. I want every bit of fight you got in you..and then some.
Pushing off of that wall, Xavier let those arms drop back to his sides, his attention focused on the woman recording him.
Xavier: But most of all? When I left you two layin and stood over you both? I accomplished somethin more than that. I shut you two up. After what I did? Caine and Tamsin are all but absent from this whole fuckin equation.
He brought his arms up only to extend them outwards, seemingly presenting himself to everyone watching.
Xavier: Whether it's been fightin for GEW, fightin alongside my brother Gabe or even fightin arm in arm with ROTTEN, my focus has been all over the place since I've been in Liberty. But now? That changes. My focus is on one thing and one thing along: That Liberty Championship. And let's get one thing straight..when I want somethin? I fuckin get it. Right baby?
His arms fell once more as he shot a smirk to the woman doing the recording. Her laugh was the last thing heard as the picture cut out.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Owen Gonsalves vs Brendan Samuels
Owen Gonsalves vs Brendan Samuels
| RECAP There’s a lot of buzz about this match amongst the fans - not just that it’s a headliner, but that the two men clashing within it are well known in the industry for their particular set of ring skills. Owen Gonsalves being an acknowledged technical wrestler of course with many various painful holds, Brendan Samuels much the same - but he’s connected at some different level with the fans as shown when at the start of the match he yells out to the fans, asking ‘What’s my Name?’ and they yelling back ‘The Wrestling!’ Owen for his part while respectful doesn’t seem impressed by this and shows this by his methodical attacks on Samuels as the match gets underway. Hold after hold, the pair try to outmaneuver each other, seeking to slap on holds and submissions with unwavering precision, nearly all however countered out of in a very crisp pace. The tension rachets up as the fans are really getting into this, especially after a sizzling display in which each man seems to bring out their best, highlights being Owen’s Ashley’s Rose, a Double Wrist Clutch Octopus Hold, and Brendan’s Immram Buster, the Slingshot Brainbuster almost enough to put away the match. Owen recovers and the fight goes on, until suddenly "Running Up That Hill" by Avec Sans blasts over the PA system for about two or three seconds, and up at the top of the ramp here’s Emery Layton again. She’s wearing some of her merch, but also what suspiciously looks like one of Brendan’s flag t-shirts with the tag still attached and she’s jawing at Owen as she comes down the ramp with a chair in her hand! Owen whips around to confront her as Brendan comes off the ropes, not seeing her moving and just nails Owen with the Mac Lir! Owen bounces from the force of that suplex impact and Brendan picks up the three count - even as Owen kicks out. Outside Emery is laughing as she shakes her head, saying that she was hoping to enjoy the match, it’s too bad she’s missed it, she brought her own seat and everything! Meanwhile, Samuels didn’t have much time to celebrate as Max Cerrano was in the ring and he laid out Brendan with the Gotham Championship. He stood over The Kraken and raised the Gotham Championship in the air, telling Samuels to never disrespect him again. WINNER Brendan Samuels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:43 FINISHING MOVE Millennium Suplex (Cross Wing Chickenwing Suplex) |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Xavier Laroux getting ready to head backstage when NO! Tamsin comes from out of nowhere and she lays Xavier out with her Liberty Championship! Caine Ellis is soon in the picture though and he takes Tamsin out with a big boot! And here comes Derrick La’Bell into the fray! He spears Caine Ellis to the ground, trying to protect Tamsin, who Derrick has had a friendly and sometimes intense rivalry with through the last couple of years. All hell is breaking loose when Sean Callaghan shows up with security and backstage wrestlers to break the whole thing up.
Sean Callaghan: Break it up! Break it up! What the fuck is going on!?
All four wrestlers try and escape from being held back and Sean is clearly upset.
Sean Callaghan: Fuck this! We got a main event to go down. Ya’ll ain’t fucking it up either! All of you wanna fight? Fine! Go out to the ring and be ready to fight in a No Holds Barred, Fatal Four Way match.
Derrick looks surprised.
Sean Callaghan: That’s right, La’Bell, you’re fighting too. Oh and Tamsin? You’re defending your Liberty Championship. Good luck to ya’ll out there. Raise hell or whatever. I don’t give a fuck. Just give me a main event.
We cut backstage to Xavier Laroux getting ready to head backstage when NO! Tamsin comes from out of nowhere and she lays Xavier out with her Liberty Championship! Caine Ellis is soon in the picture though and he takes Tamsin out with a big boot! And here comes Derrick La’Bell into the fray! He spears Caine Ellis to the ground, trying to protect Tamsin, who Derrick has had a friendly and sometimes intense rivalry with through the last couple of years. All hell is breaking loose when Sean Callaghan shows up with security and backstage wrestlers to break the whole thing up.
Sean Callaghan: Break it up! Break it up! What the fuck is going on!?
All four wrestlers try and escape from being held back and Sean is clearly upset.
Sean Callaghan: Fuck this! We got a main event to go down. Ya’ll ain’t fucking it up either! All of you wanna fight? Fine! Go out to the ring and be ready to fight in a No Holds Barred, Fatal Four Way match.
Derrick looks surprised.
Sean Callaghan: That’s right, La’Bell, you’re fighting too. Oh and Tamsin? You’re defending your Liberty Championship. Good luck to ya’ll out there. Raise hell or whatever. I don’t give a fuck. Just give me a main event.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the bottom of a desk. We hear somebody whistling an ominous tune when the camera veers up and there is Nathan Callaghan, sitting behind his desk, his barbed wire bat on the table and a cigar in his mouth. He looked happy, almost all too pleased with himself.
Nathan Callaghan: I’m sure you all have heard the rumors. ROTTEN? It’s dead. I brought in Chuck Matthews, I brought in Grace van Beek and those fascists packed their bags and went running.
Nathan chuckled and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: It’s nice having people with money and power, isn’t it? Because it’s money and power that wins out. All the dirty, scoundrel things that OTK, Micaela, Rory and those interns all did? Well…
Nathan let out a cackle and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Just let me tell you, we dug into every little thing about them and well, Uncle Sam wasn’t happy with them. That’s why they’re gone without a trace, nowhere to be seen. They thought they didn’t leave a paper trail of all of their misdeeds.
Nathan tapped his temple with his finger.
Nathan Callaghan: When will all of you learn to not cross the boss?
Nathan leaned forward, his gaze still on the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: As for you three? Donovan? Lena? Xavier? You’re all lucky that you just joined up with those criminals and hadn’t had any criminal activities tied to you. So I’ll be kind and allow you all to keep your jobs since you all three don’t need to pack your bags and run from the police. But trust me… You just might want to run from me.
Nathan smirks as he shrugs his shoulders.
Nathan Callaghan: Who knows though, maybe we’ll let bygones be bygones? And here, I’ll throw you a bone. Lena, Donovan and Xavier? If you three want to stay together as a group? You can keep the Tag Team Championships. If you go your separate ways? Then they will be vacated.
He nodded.
Nathan Callaghan: Anyway, that’s all I have to say about that. ROTTEN is dead and gone. Long live Liberty and well, long live me. Don’t cross the boss. Because at the end of the day? Your Society’s and ROTTEN groups that pop up? They will all die and crumble at my feet. I always, ALWAYS… Win.
Nathan winked at the camera as the scene cut away.
The scene cuts to the bottom of a desk. We hear somebody whistling an ominous tune when the camera veers up and there is Nathan Callaghan, sitting behind his desk, his barbed wire bat on the table and a cigar in his mouth. He looked happy, almost all too pleased with himself.
Nathan Callaghan: I’m sure you all have heard the rumors. ROTTEN? It’s dead. I brought in Chuck Matthews, I brought in Grace van Beek and those fascists packed their bags and went running.
Nathan chuckled and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: It’s nice having people with money and power, isn’t it? Because it’s money and power that wins out. All the dirty, scoundrel things that OTK, Micaela, Rory and those interns all did? Well…
Nathan let out a cackle and shook his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Just let me tell you, we dug into every little thing about them and well, Uncle Sam wasn’t happy with them. That’s why they’re gone without a trace, nowhere to be seen. They thought they didn’t leave a paper trail of all of their misdeeds.
Nathan tapped his temple with his finger.
Nathan Callaghan: When will all of you learn to not cross the boss?
Nathan leaned forward, his gaze still on the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: As for you three? Donovan? Lena? Xavier? You’re all lucky that you just joined up with those criminals and hadn’t had any criminal activities tied to you. So I’ll be kind and allow you all to keep your jobs since you all three don’t need to pack your bags and run from the police. But trust me… You just might want to run from me.
Nathan smirks as he shrugs his shoulders.
Nathan Callaghan: Who knows though, maybe we’ll let bygones be bygones? And here, I’ll throw you a bone. Lena, Donovan and Xavier? If you three want to stay together as a group? You can keep the Tag Team Championships. If you go your separate ways? Then they will be vacated.
He nodded.
Nathan Callaghan: Anyway, that’s all I have to say about that. ROTTEN is dead and gone. Long live Liberty and well, long live me. Don’t cross the boss. Because at the end of the day? Your Society’s and ROTTEN groups that pop up? They will all die and crumble at my feet. I always, ALWAYS… Win.
Nathan winked at the camera as the scene cut away.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Xavier Laroux vs Cain Ellis vs Tamsin vs Derrick La'Bell
Xavier Laroux vs Cain Ellis vs Tamsin vs Derrick La'Bell
| RECAP The bell rang and the fatal four way for the Liberty Championship began. It was all Xavier in the opening moments, his attacks looking less anger driven than what he showed lately towards Chuck Matthews, as he is more focused and precise. After getting rid of Tamsin, throwing her outside the ring, he joined Caine, forming a somewhat unlikely alliance as the two double teamed the former MMA Champion, Derrick La'Bell. La’Bell fought back though and he was dropping heavy chops to Caine’s chest, trapping the former unpinned giant in the corner. Laroux attacked Derrick from behind, clubbing at his back. Derrick La'Bell turned around and swung a punch, missing the target as Xavier ducked under it. The Favorite Drug drove a knee to the big man’s mid section, Ellis joined in, delivering a number of european uppercuts to Derrick, taking turns with Laroux who was hitting the big man with kicks to the side instead. And then, with a double clothesline, they dropped Derrick on the outside. They turned to one another, staring intensely ready to go at it. But out of nowhere came Tamsin with a springboard dropkick, connecting to Xavier’s back and pushing him against Ellis, who had the worst out of the collision. She then pinned Laroux with a roll-up, but the multi-time heavyweight champion kicked out in time. The fans were definitely enjoying this fast paced contest, all four people involved were leaving it all in the ring to take the win for the Liberty Championship. Right now, Caine was delivering some uppercuts to Tamsin, four to be precise before dropping her into the canvas with a Doomsday Saito Suplex. He was quick to make the cover but Derrick, who had just obliterated Laroux with a superman punch, was in the way. The two monsters were now standing one in front of the other, trading hard striked like their life depended on it. Ellis was the one coming out on top, rocking the MMA fighter with hard elbows to the jaw. Ellis lifted the heavyweight and dropped him on his knee with an atomic drop, flooring him with a bicycle kick. Tamsin jumped on Caine’s back and locked him in a sleeper hold but the monster quickly broke free, dropping into a seated position with a backpack stunner. He made the cover, but Tamsin raised her shoulder in time. As the match entered its final moments, Tamsin and Xavier were both sitting on the top turnbuckle, jockeying for position. Laroux reached the opponent up there to prevent her from hitting something big, but he failed to do whatever he was planning to counter it. They kept trading strikes in a precarious position, hanging on the top rope with one hand using the other to try knock the rival down. Tamsin connected a few headbutts, a move she had become quite great at, and caused Xavier to lose his balance, and he would have fell to the hard floor outside if his legs didn’t get caught on the top rope. With a wicked smile on her face, Tamsin stood up and, from the top rope, jumped onto the hanging opponent’s chest with a double foot stomp. Laroux was out, laying sprawled on the floor. Tamsin had to rush back in the ring to break up Caine’s submission on La’Bell before Derrick would pass out from the choke hold, and she did so with a superkick to Ellis’s head. With Derrick pretty much out and Caine staring at the ceiling, nobody was stopping Tamsin from defending her Liberty Championship once again. Ellis stirred to his knees and Tamsin charged in for her VETO but NO! Xavier caught her and nailed her with Narcoterrorism (Bicycle Knee Strike)! But before he could take advantage, Ellis dropped him with Doomsday Saito Suplex! Ellis was about to pin but La’Bell was back up on his feet! He dropped Caine with Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride)! Caine went rolling out of the ring but Derrick pinned Tamsin and he got the three count! The bell rang and nobody could believe it! Derrick La’Bell is the NEW Liberty Champion! He did it! He finally did it! Confetti falls from the ceiling as Derrick is handed the Liberty Championship, a championship he didn’t even know he had a shot at earlier today! He stood up and raised the championship in the air, the fans in the arena cheering him on. Tamsin looked up at Derrick once she stirred and she gave him a nod of approval before exiting the ring. She stopped at the top and looked back before she turned around and left. Does this mean this is the last we’ve seen of Tamsin? Time will tell but for now, we celebrate Derrick La’Bell as the new champion! WINNER AND NEW LIBERTY CHAMPION… DERRICK LA’BELL! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:53 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion |