Post by Jade Night on Feb 1, 2022 4:16:09 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Fourteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, January 31st, 2022
Episode Fourteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, January 31st, 2022
OPENING SEGMENT
Syn snakes her way through the hallways, sipping a boba tea while singing Hector’s theme song.
Syn: Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
A slow steady clap is heard and Lily Callaghan steps from the shadows, a wry grin on her face.
Lily: Congratulations to you and Hector, such a hard fought victory last week. Well deserved.
Syn stops dead in her tracks, her eyes darting between the shadows and Lily before taking a drag from her boba tea.
Syn: Well that wasn’t creepy.
Lily: Was it? I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to scare you.
Syn scoffs.
Syn: Scare me? Who’s the adorable one now?
Lily scowls for a moment but quickly regains her pleasant demeanor.
Lily: I did want to talk to you though.
Syn slurps from her tea.
Syn: Oh yeah? What about?
Lily raises her hand and snaps her fingers. Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke step into the frame, one from Syn’s left, the other from her right.
Lily: I’m sure you know my associates.
Syn’s eyes move from one to the other.
Syn: Sure do. Why exactly are Looney Lockhart and the Dogpound here?
Dante: Hellhound!
Syn shrugs.
Syn: Same difference.
Lily laughs vindictively.
Lily: Everything’s a joke to you, isn’t it? Mr. Locke and Ms. Lockhart are here because it seems I have a pest problem.
Syn: Damnit. I told Hector that would happen if he kept dropping crumbs everywhere.
Lily smiles for a moment.
Lily: I’m sure Hector means well but here’s the thing when dealing with a pest problem, you can’t rectify it unless you know how they’re getting inside in the first place. So you take inventory, you walk around your foundation and you search for any cracks or crevices, any evidence of entry. But you know what, Syn? Those pests were crafty. They didn’t leave a shred of evidence behind. So I was stuck. I knew I had pests but I couldn’t figure out how they were getting inside.
Lily walks a slow circle around Syn.
Lily: It was extremely frustrating until I had my eureka moment, thanks to my ex husband of all people. When I saw Nathan confront you on Liberation and you told the world that Becky Balfour was your girlfriend it was like the clouds parted, suddenly it was all so clear.
Lily swings around front and jams her finger in Syn’s face.
Lily: YOU’RE THE CRACK!
Syn regards her for a moment, then slowly lifts her boba tea and slurps loudly. Suddenly Blyss’ hand rifles out, smacking the tea from Syn’s hand and sending it splattering to the floor.
Syn: Seriously?! That’s the second time somebody’s gonna owe me a boba tea!!
Blyss just smiles and Syn leers in response but Lily’s not in the mood for games.
Lily: You’re the one letting them inside, Syn. Admit it! You’re slinking your way from her bed to MY show and you’re leaving the door wide open for them.
Syn looks to her left, then to her right and then directly at Lily before she bursts out laughing.
Syn: That’s what this is about? You think I’m letting The Society into the building? You’ve seen their followers, right? It’s probably someone who works here. It could be the custodian or the maintenance guy or…
She points towards Dante.
Syn: …this beady eyed mother fucker right here. He looks down on his luck.
Dante goes to rush Syn but Lily holds out a hand to stop him. Syn of course uses this opportunity to stick her tongue out and incite Dante even further. Lily’s tone turns even more resentful as she speaks through gritted teeth.
Lily: I knew you were naive but I didn’t know it was this bad.
She leans in closer, examining the soft features of Syn’s face.
Lily: Maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe you really are innocent. There’s only one way to find out.
Lily takes a step back and Dante immediately grabs Syn from behind, locking her in a full nelson. She kicks wildly, screaming at Dante.
Syn: Let me go you piece of shit! I had nothing to do with them getting inside!!
Blyss stands off to the side and adjusts the purple tape wrapped around her fists before sighing.
Blyss: Sorry kid, it’s not personal. Well, it’s a little personal.
Leaning on her Muay Thai training Blyss unleashes a flurry of punches, kicks, elbows and knees. She targets Syn’s body, the thuds echoing down the hallway as she relentlessly batters her victim’s torso.
Lily: That’s enough!
Blyss finishes with a shot to the face that snaps Syn’s head to the side and splits her lip. Blood drips to the floor as she hangs in Dante’s grasp. Lily reaches over and gently lifts her chin, causing Syn to wince.
Lily: There, there sweetie. This isn’t pleasant for me either. Now why don’t you end this and tell me how they’re getting inside.
Syn swallows hard and licks some blood from her lip. When she speaks her voice is too weak to decipher.
Lily: Speak up dear, groveling is a sign of weakness. You won’t last a minute in this business if you can’t take a little rough housing.
Lily leans in to listen and Syn spits blood in her face, causing Lily to recoil with a screech while pawing at her eyes. Before Dante can react Syn whips her head backwards and smashes his nose, forcing him to release his grip.
Dante: FUCKING BITCH!!
Blyss runs towards the fray but Syn’s one step ahead, hitting a tilt-a-whirl head scissors that sends Blyss crashing into Dante. Lily finishes wiping the blood from her eyes just in time to see Syn lunge for her. The leader of the Freedom brand covers up but Syn never arrives. Instead Dante catches Syn mid-lunge and snatches her backwards by her hair, yanking her into his Straight To Hell finisher, an underhook front facelock drop that bounces her head right off the floor, knocking her out cold. Dante stares down at her, his chest heaving as he checks his nose for blood. Blyss falls-in beside him and they look over at Lily who’s seething.
Lily: Pick her up!
Dante furrows his brow.
Dante: Why?
Lily: Pick her the fuck up and face her towards the camera.
Dante does as he’s told, hefting Syn up in his arms like some lifeless marionette. Lily grabs a handful of hair and forces Syn’s head upward as blood continues to drip from her lip.
Lily: Becky Balfour! Look what you made me do. This is all your fault. You are capable of feeling guilt, aren’t you? Sadness? Far too often we make people out to be emotionless monsters but you’re really just a girl, aren’t you? A stupid girl. Because if you were really the mythical leader of The Society I’ve heard so much about, you’d never have made it this easy. You not only revealed your weakness, you gift wrapped it with a pretty bow and laid it on my doorstep. Of all the naive, young girls out there who might find you actually redeemable you chose one from my roster. One I have control over. Aren’t you always two steps ahead of your competition? Then tell me, how did you think this would end?
Lily turns Syn’s head slightly revealing bruising that’s already taking hold.
Lily: Did you think you could just traipse in here week after week and lay ruin to my show while your girlfriend skipped around backstage with immunity? Come now Becky, you of all people know that’s not how this works. You wrote the book on attacking innocent people to further your cause. So if I’m being honest, I don’t even care if little Syn here is the one letting you in our building. I just care that she’ll be the one to pay the price. Every time you fuck up my show I will extract my pound of flesh from this one.
Lily takes a moment to fix Syn’s hair, making sure she’s all pretty-like.
Lily: So here’s your ultimatum… either the attacks on my roster stop or this is the first of many talks I’ll have with your girlfriend. Interesting how she started off not being such a good listener but now she’s really come around.
Lily releases Syn’s head and Dante lets her crumble to the floor in a heap. They stand there staring down at her until Lily addresses Blyss.
Lily: Take her arm. Don’t stop until she either wakes up screaming… or you rip it off.
Blyss grins manically before pouncing on the lifeless Syn and locking in the Hand of Fate, an arm-trap crossface. She grunts and pulls with all her might, yanking and contorting Syn’s frame. The camera follows Lily as she turns and walks down the hallway. Eventually the sounds of Syn screaming fill the air and a sinister smile takes hold.
Syn snakes her way through the hallways, sipping a boba tea while singing Hector’s theme song.
Syn: Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
A slow steady clap is heard and Lily Callaghan steps from the shadows, a wry grin on her face.
Lily: Congratulations to you and Hector, such a hard fought victory last week. Well deserved.
Syn stops dead in her tracks, her eyes darting between the shadows and Lily before taking a drag from her boba tea.
Syn: Well that wasn’t creepy.
Lily: Was it? I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to scare you.
Syn scoffs.
Syn: Scare me? Who’s the adorable one now?
Lily scowls for a moment but quickly regains her pleasant demeanor.
Lily: I did want to talk to you though.
Syn slurps from her tea.
Syn: Oh yeah? What about?
Lily raises her hand and snaps her fingers. Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke step into the frame, one from Syn’s left, the other from her right.
Lily: I’m sure you know my associates.
Syn’s eyes move from one to the other.
Syn: Sure do. Why exactly are Looney Lockhart and the Dogpound here?
Dante: Hellhound!
Syn shrugs.
Syn: Same difference.
Lily laughs vindictively.
Lily: Everything’s a joke to you, isn’t it? Mr. Locke and Ms. Lockhart are here because it seems I have a pest problem.
Syn: Damnit. I told Hector that would happen if he kept dropping crumbs everywhere.
Lily smiles for a moment.
Lily: I’m sure Hector means well but here’s the thing when dealing with a pest problem, you can’t rectify it unless you know how they’re getting inside in the first place. So you take inventory, you walk around your foundation and you search for any cracks or crevices, any evidence of entry. But you know what, Syn? Those pests were crafty. They didn’t leave a shred of evidence behind. So I was stuck. I knew I had pests but I couldn’t figure out how they were getting inside.
Lily walks a slow circle around Syn.
Lily: It was extremely frustrating until I had my eureka moment, thanks to my ex husband of all people. When I saw Nathan confront you on Liberation and you told the world that Becky Balfour was your girlfriend it was like the clouds parted, suddenly it was all so clear.
Lily swings around front and jams her finger in Syn’s face.
Lily: YOU’RE THE CRACK!
Syn regards her for a moment, then slowly lifts her boba tea and slurps loudly. Suddenly Blyss’ hand rifles out, smacking the tea from Syn’s hand and sending it splattering to the floor.
Syn: Seriously?! That’s the second time somebody’s gonna owe me a boba tea!!
Blyss just smiles and Syn leers in response but Lily’s not in the mood for games.
Lily: You’re the one letting them inside, Syn. Admit it! You’re slinking your way from her bed to MY show and you’re leaving the door wide open for them.
Syn looks to her left, then to her right and then directly at Lily before she bursts out laughing.
Syn: That’s what this is about? You think I’m letting The Society into the building? You’ve seen their followers, right? It’s probably someone who works here. It could be the custodian or the maintenance guy or…
She points towards Dante.
Syn: …this beady eyed mother fucker right here. He looks down on his luck.
Dante goes to rush Syn but Lily holds out a hand to stop him. Syn of course uses this opportunity to stick her tongue out and incite Dante even further. Lily’s tone turns even more resentful as she speaks through gritted teeth.
Lily: I knew you were naive but I didn’t know it was this bad.
She leans in closer, examining the soft features of Syn’s face.
Lily: Maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe you really are innocent. There’s only one way to find out.
Lily takes a step back and Dante immediately grabs Syn from behind, locking her in a full nelson. She kicks wildly, screaming at Dante.
Syn: Let me go you piece of shit! I had nothing to do with them getting inside!!
Blyss stands off to the side and adjusts the purple tape wrapped around her fists before sighing.
Blyss: Sorry kid, it’s not personal. Well, it’s a little personal.
Leaning on her Muay Thai training Blyss unleashes a flurry of punches, kicks, elbows and knees. She targets Syn’s body, the thuds echoing down the hallway as she relentlessly batters her victim’s torso.
Lily: That’s enough!
Blyss finishes with a shot to the face that snaps Syn’s head to the side and splits her lip. Blood drips to the floor as she hangs in Dante’s grasp. Lily reaches over and gently lifts her chin, causing Syn to wince.
Lily: There, there sweetie. This isn’t pleasant for me either. Now why don’t you end this and tell me how they’re getting inside.
Syn swallows hard and licks some blood from her lip. When she speaks her voice is too weak to decipher.
Lily: Speak up dear, groveling is a sign of weakness. You won’t last a minute in this business if you can’t take a little rough housing.
Lily leans in to listen and Syn spits blood in her face, causing Lily to recoil with a screech while pawing at her eyes. Before Dante can react Syn whips her head backwards and smashes his nose, forcing him to release his grip.
Dante: FUCKING BITCH!!
Blyss runs towards the fray but Syn’s one step ahead, hitting a tilt-a-whirl head scissors that sends Blyss crashing into Dante. Lily finishes wiping the blood from her eyes just in time to see Syn lunge for her. The leader of the Freedom brand covers up but Syn never arrives. Instead Dante catches Syn mid-lunge and snatches her backwards by her hair, yanking her into his Straight To Hell finisher, an underhook front facelock drop that bounces her head right off the floor, knocking her out cold. Dante stares down at her, his chest heaving as he checks his nose for blood. Blyss falls-in beside him and they look over at Lily who’s seething.
Lily: Pick her up!
Dante furrows his brow.
Dante: Why?
Lily: Pick her the fuck up and face her towards the camera.
Dante does as he’s told, hefting Syn up in his arms like some lifeless marionette. Lily grabs a handful of hair and forces Syn’s head upward as blood continues to drip from her lip.
Lily: Becky Balfour! Look what you made me do. This is all your fault. You are capable of feeling guilt, aren’t you? Sadness? Far too often we make people out to be emotionless monsters but you’re really just a girl, aren’t you? A stupid girl. Because if you were really the mythical leader of The Society I’ve heard so much about, you’d never have made it this easy. You not only revealed your weakness, you gift wrapped it with a pretty bow and laid it on my doorstep. Of all the naive, young girls out there who might find you actually redeemable you chose one from my roster. One I have control over. Aren’t you always two steps ahead of your competition? Then tell me, how did you think this would end?
Lily turns Syn’s head slightly revealing bruising that’s already taking hold.
Lily: Did you think you could just traipse in here week after week and lay ruin to my show while your girlfriend skipped around backstage with immunity? Come now Becky, you of all people know that’s not how this works. You wrote the book on attacking innocent people to further your cause. So if I’m being honest, I don’t even care if little Syn here is the one letting you in our building. I just care that she’ll be the one to pay the price. Every time you fuck up my show I will extract my pound of flesh from this one.
Lily takes a moment to fix Syn’s hair, making sure she’s all pretty-like.
Lily: So here’s your ultimatum… either the attacks on my roster stop or this is the first of many talks I’ll have with your girlfriend. Interesting how she started off not being such a good listener but now she’s really come around.
Lily releases Syn’s head and Dante lets her crumble to the floor in a heap. They stand there staring down at her until Lily addresses Blyss.
Lily: Take her arm. Don’t stop until she either wakes up screaming… or you rip it off.
Blyss grins manically before pouncing on the lifeless Syn and locking in the Hand of Fate, an arm-trap crossface. She grunts and pulls with all her might, yanking and contorting Syn’s frame. The camera follows Lily as she turns and walks down the hallway. Eventually the sounds of Syn screaming fill the air and a sinister smile takes hold.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Kenzie Rydell vs Arabella Evers
Kenzie Rydell vs Arabella Evers
RECAP The match starts off fast paced but Arabella is the one who is able to control the early portion of the contest by slamming Kenzie around the ring with a plethora of slams and suplexes. Kenzie tried countering a suplex, but Arabella used her strength to power through it, holding her in the air for good measure for a few seconds before dropping Kenzie to the mat. Arabella stayed on top of Kenzie for some time, not letting up, and hitting her with a plethora of moves and going for several near falls but The Inspiration refused to lose. The tide of the match changed when Evers went for a running senton but Kenzie was able to roll out of the way at the last possible second. This gave Kenzie some time to recover and get up to her feet as Arabella used the corner to try and pull herself up. Evers charged out of the corner at Kenzie but Kenzie was able to dropkick Arabella in her knee. Evers dropped to the canvas in pain before Kenzie landed an elbow to the knee. Kenzie then stepped on her ankle and jumped into the air before stomping on the knee itself, really working Evers over. Kenzie now applies a single leg crab, focusing on the now bad knee but Arabella is able to extend her arm and grab the bottom rope, freeing herself from the pain. As Evers attempted to stand, she now moved with a visible limp. Kenzie ran off the far rope and then dived down at the back of Arabella's leg, taking her out from behind. As Evers crumbled to the mat, Kenzie then goes for a pin attempt but would only pick up a two count. Evers attempts to get up but Kenzie locked in "Halo Leglock" (spinning inverted figure four leglock) and this looked all about over. Evers almost made it to the ropes but Kenzie dragged her back to the middle of the ring. After sometime, Evers finally tapped out. WINNER Kenzie METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE Halo Leglock |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts backstage, and new signee Jack Graves is seen sitting inside of his dressing room strumming a guitar. He pauses every so often, turning the tuning knobs of the guitar as he listens closely for the perfect tone on each string. Finally, he gives them all one last strum and it gets an official seal of approval with his trademark grin and a nod of his head. Taking a pick out of his front pocket, Jack begins to play an old country song, his fingers moving over the fret-board with practiced skill.
JACK GRAVES:
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
His voice is a bit rugged, but it fits the country song perfectly. Still unaware that the cameras are rolling, probably because his hat was hung so low across his brow, he continues onto the chorus;
JACK GRAVES:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such…
It was at this point he finally notices Tim Anderson and the camera crew spectating him. The guitar is palm muted to silence, and Jack stands to offer Tim a handshake. Tim happily accepts, and Graves nods to the camera.
JACK GRAVES: You could’ve stopped me, you know? It’s okay folks, we won’t charge you extra for the concert. One sec…
Carefully, Jack places his guitar back into its case with a soft laugh, and he latches the case shut. Graves takes one more moment to slip on some sunglasses and a denim vest before turning back to Anderson.
JACK GRAVES: Well, you came here for an interview. I never thought I’d say these words in my life but… let’s go find Hilary. We are..
He makes a face like he just took a bitter dose of cough syrup before finishing his sentence.
JACK GRAVES: partners this week, after all.
Tim laughs at Jack's antics and he nods in agreement, standing back to wave his arm as if to usher Jack by him. Neither of them have to go anywhere though, as mere milliseconds later, an annoyed Hilary comes shoving her way through the locker room door.
Jack and Tim look at each other for a moment, and then then back at Hilary with a shrug.
JACK GRAVES: or.. That works too. What if I had been naked. Damn, were you raised in a barn? Can’t you knock?
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Please don’t put that disgusting visual in my head ever again.
Hilary brings one index finger up towards her mouth and pretends like she is gagging at the mere thought before regaining her composure, she brushes back her hair while clearing her throat, clearly trying to make the best of their current predicament.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: I’m sure you don’t like the idea of being partners anymore than I do, but we’re not going to let that keep us from getting a win here tonight, okay? I have some goals set in mind that I don’t need to derail because of one rage filled cowboy.
Jack literally laughs out loud, doubling over to slap his knee in amusement. Standing back up straight, he looks at Hilary, his laugh fading and turning to a look of seriousness at the drop of a hat.
JACK GRAVES: Honey, you haven’t BEGAN to see “rage filled.” I was mildly annoyed with you last week. You’re right though. We both could use a win after that match. This week, we are up against one of the most dangerous tag teams in this business though. I hope I don’t have to tell you who “The Pride” are, Elle Woods. You look like the type who probably paid nerdy boys to do your homework in school, but this is some homework I hope you’ve actually done.
Graves pushes his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, looking over the lenses at Hilary.
JACK GRAVES: Because I have some goals of my own. The problem is though, that I flat out don’t trust you. Especially after you threatened to refuse a tag and bail on me on Twitter a few days ago. If I have to do this by myself, I will. But if you show up and stay out of my fuckin’ way then I think we have a good shot at walking away with a dub here in Boston.
Tim Anderson stays quiet, not wanting to interject and bring their hostility toward each other onto him instead. Hilary places her hands on her hips as she steps forward a few steps, doing her best to show that she isn’t intimidated by Jack, her eyes narrowing as she gets closer.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: You don’t trust ME?! That’s rich coming from the guy who started the entire mess between us in the first place. You’re still acting like the same entitled arrogant prick right now thinking that you know who I am based on some terrible teen movies!
Hilary reaches out with one hand to poke Jack directly in the chest with her index finger.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Let’s just face facts here Jack, you don’t belong in this business, and it shows every single time you open your mouth. If anything you should be thankful that I am even going along with this ridiculous match by being your tag team partner, you could learn a thing or two, I do know my way around the inside of the ring better than you ever will.
Jack arches an eyebrow, removing the sunglasses completely now to stare her down. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself before finally responding.
JACK GRAVES: Listen, you’re actually right. I don’t know shit about this business at this level. It’s all new to me. I’m just a fuckin’ hick from the sticks in almost everyone’s eyes, but Hilary, you’re wrong about one thing. I am thankful that I get to team with you this week.
He smirks, tucking the earpiece of his sunglasses in the front pocket of his denim vest, letting them hang there freely as he takes his own step forward this time.
JACK GRAVES: I’m thankful that you will get a front row seat to watch what I can do out there in that ring. Because the thing that you, and the rest of these folks fail to understand, is that I may be a stranger to this business. Hell, I may even be in way over my head when it comes to the “professional” part of things. But, make no mistake, I’ve been fighting for EVERYTHING I have my ENTIRE life. That part is muscle memory. This is nothing new to me, and it’s something I’ve been doing for a lifetime. I’m used to being counted out. So it doesn’t matter if it’s YOU, Jacob Daniels, Chase Hunter, or Jesus H Christ himself in the flesh. I’m going to always get up, dust myself off, and keep coming forward. You’re going to have to KILL me to put me down for good. That’s just how I’m built.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Don’t give me a reason to do just that out there tonight. I’m not worried about The Pride, I happen to have a good amount of experience in tag team wrestling already, I just hope that you keep your word. I don’t want to be disappointed in my partner.
Hilary takes a few steps back, placing some more distance between herself and Jack, barely glancing over in the direction of where Tim is standing still not uttering a single word. He's simply watching what’s unfolding in front of his face, visibly amused. Hilary turns on her heels, deciding that she has spent enough time in the company of her tag team partner prior to them being in the ring.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: I’ll see you out there, partner, and don’t worry because I won’t leave you hanging. This time.
A small giggle follows her words as she gives one glance back towards where Jack is standing before she makes her way out of the room, the camera cutting away once she leaves.
The camera cuts backstage, and new signee Jack Graves is seen sitting inside of his dressing room strumming a guitar. He pauses every so often, turning the tuning knobs of the guitar as he listens closely for the perfect tone on each string. Finally, he gives them all one last strum and it gets an official seal of approval with his trademark grin and a nod of his head. Taking a pick out of his front pocket, Jack begins to play an old country song, his fingers moving over the fret-board with practiced skill.
JACK GRAVES:
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
His voice is a bit rugged, but it fits the country song perfectly. Still unaware that the cameras are rolling, probably because his hat was hung so low across his brow, he continues onto the chorus;
JACK GRAVES:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such…
It was at this point he finally notices Tim Anderson and the camera crew spectating him. The guitar is palm muted to silence, and Jack stands to offer Tim a handshake. Tim happily accepts, and Graves nods to the camera.
JACK GRAVES: You could’ve stopped me, you know? It’s okay folks, we won’t charge you extra for the concert. One sec…
Carefully, Jack places his guitar back into its case with a soft laugh, and he latches the case shut. Graves takes one more moment to slip on some sunglasses and a denim vest before turning back to Anderson.
JACK GRAVES: Well, you came here for an interview. I never thought I’d say these words in my life but… let’s go find Hilary. We are..
He makes a face like he just took a bitter dose of cough syrup before finishing his sentence.
JACK GRAVES: partners this week, after all.
Tim laughs at Jack's antics and he nods in agreement, standing back to wave his arm as if to usher Jack by him. Neither of them have to go anywhere though, as mere milliseconds later, an annoyed Hilary comes shoving her way through the locker room door.
Jack and Tim look at each other for a moment, and then then back at Hilary with a shrug.
JACK GRAVES: or.. That works too. What if I had been naked. Damn, were you raised in a barn? Can’t you knock?
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Please don’t put that disgusting visual in my head ever again.
Hilary brings one index finger up towards her mouth and pretends like she is gagging at the mere thought before regaining her composure, she brushes back her hair while clearing her throat, clearly trying to make the best of their current predicament.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: I’m sure you don’t like the idea of being partners anymore than I do, but we’re not going to let that keep us from getting a win here tonight, okay? I have some goals set in mind that I don’t need to derail because of one rage filled cowboy.
Jack literally laughs out loud, doubling over to slap his knee in amusement. Standing back up straight, he looks at Hilary, his laugh fading and turning to a look of seriousness at the drop of a hat.
JACK GRAVES: Honey, you haven’t BEGAN to see “rage filled.” I was mildly annoyed with you last week. You’re right though. We both could use a win after that match. This week, we are up against one of the most dangerous tag teams in this business though. I hope I don’t have to tell you who “The Pride” are, Elle Woods. You look like the type who probably paid nerdy boys to do your homework in school, but this is some homework I hope you’ve actually done.
Graves pushes his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, looking over the lenses at Hilary.
JACK GRAVES: Because I have some goals of my own. The problem is though, that I flat out don’t trust you. Especially after you threatened to refuse a tag and bail on me on Twitter a few days ago. If I have to do this by myself, I will. But if you show up and stay out of my fuckin’ way then I think we have a good shot at walking away with a dub here in Boston.
Tim Anderson stays quiet, not wanting to interject and bring their hostility toward each other onto him instead. Hilary places her hands on her hips as she steps forward a few steps, doing her best to show that she isn’t intimidated by Jack, her eyes narrowing as she gets closer.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: You don’t trust ME?! That’s rich coming from the guy who started the entire mess between us in the first place. You’re still acting like the same entitled arrogant prick right now thinking that you know who I am based on some terrible teen movies!
Hilary reaches out with one hand to poke Jack directly in the chest with her index finger.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Let’s just face facts here Jack, you don’t belong in this business, and it shows every single time you open your mouth. If anything you should be thankful that I am even going along with this ridiculous match by being your tag team partner, you could learn a thing or two, I do know my way around the inside of the ring better than you ever will.
Jack arches an eyebrow, removing the sunglasses completely now to stare her down. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself before finally responding.
JACK GRAVES: Listen, you’re actually right. I don’t know shit about this business at this level. It’s all new to me. I’m just a fuckin’ hick from the sticks in almost everyone’s eyes, but Hilary, you’re wrong about one thing. I am thankful that I get to team with you this week.
He smirks, tucking the earpiece of his sunglasses in the front pocket of his denim vest, letting them hang there freely as he takes his own step forward this time.
JACK GRAVES: I’m thankful that you will get a front row seat to watch what I can do out there in that ring. Because the thing that you, and the rest of these folks fail to understand, is that I may be a stranger to this business. Hell, I may even be in way over my head when it comes to the “professional” part of things. But, make no mistake, I’ve been fighting for EVERYTHING I have my ENTIRE life. That part is muscle memory. This is nothing new to me, and it’s something I’ve been doing for a lifetime. I’m used to being counted out. So it doesn’t matter if it’s YOU, Jacob Daniels, Chase Hunter, or Jesus H Christ himself in the flesh. I’m going to always get up, dust myself off, and keep coming forward. You’re going to have to KILL me to put me down for good. That’s just how I’m built.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: Don’t give me a reason to do just that out there tonight. I’m not worried about The Pride, I happen to have a good amount of experience in tag team wrestling already, I just hope that you keep your word. I don’t want to be disappointed in my partner.
Hilary takes a few steps back, placing some more distance between herself and Jack, barely glancing over in the direction of where Tim is standing still not uttering a single word. He's simply watching what’s unfolding in front of his face, visibly amused. Hilary turns on her heels, deciding that she has spent enough time in the company of her tag team partner prior to them being in the ring.
HILARY LEVANDRIER: I’ll see you out there, partner, and don’t worry because I won’t leave you hanging. This time.
A small giggle follows her words as she gives one glance back towards where Jack is standing before she makes her way out of the room, the camera cutting away once she leaves.
BACKSTAGE
Clearly recorded earlier, the Million Dollar Baby relaxes in an opulent hotel room with a view of the Boston skyline in the large plate glass window behind her. The redhead is seated on the king-sized bed, trying on jewelry to see what suits her mood best. The floor is littered with shopping bags from some of Boston’s finest and most expensive stores.
Cait Flanagan: There have been any number of great queens in the past, but this isn’t about them. As always, this is about me. This is about this fatal four-way match for the King of New York Championship, soon to be renamed once I get my way.
With a ruby and gold pendant around her neck, Cait leans back and smiles.
Cait Flanagan: And I always get my way. As a well-known spoiled brat once said - don’t care how, I want it now. There’s always a plan, always a goal. I don’t want to hear about cheating or shortcuts because if you don’t know by now how I operate, that’s on you for not paying attention.
Cait Flanagan: Caroline Dallins certainly tried it though, didn’t she? All about how I didn’t get a “definitive” win over her little brother. Caroline should know better than anyone else in Liberty that I don’t need it to be definitive. I just need that W, and that’s what I got. Too bad, so sad.
She shrugs her shoulders and slides an intricately designed gold bracelet onto her slim wrist.
Cait Flanagan: And while Jackson and Marou will be doing the most to try and call themselves the King of New York, I’m here to play spoiler. I’m a multiple time champion and it’s time that Liberty Pro gets to see me as I truly am - the lying, cheating, thieving little con artist that will one day stand on top of this company. So get ready boys, because it’s time for me to steal a title and a spot at the top.
Blowing a kiss to the mirror, Cait pulls a tiara out of one of the shopping bags and places it on her head, giving her best Miss America wave as we fade out.
Clearly recorded earlier, the Million Dollar Baby relaxes in an opulent hotel room with a view of the Boston skyline in the large plate glass window behind her. The redhead is seated on the king-sized bed, trying on jewelry to see what suits her mood best. The floor is littered with shopping bags from some of Boston’s finest and most expensive stores.
Cait Flanagan: There have been any number of great queens in the past, but this isn’t about them. As always, this is about me. This is about this fatal four-way match for the King of New York Championship, soon to be renamed once I get my way.
With a ruby and gold pendant around her neck, Cait leans back and smiles.
Cait Flanagan: And I always get my way. As a well-known spoiled brat once said - don’t care how, I want it now. There’s always a plan, always a goal. I don’t want to hear about cheating or shortcuts because if you don’t know by now how I operate, that’s on you for not paying attention.
Cait Flanagan: Caroline Dallins certainly tried it though, didn’t she? All about how I didn’t get a “definitive” win over her little brother. Caroline should know better than anyone else in Liberty that I don’t need it to be definitive. I just need that W, and that’s what I got. Too bad, so sad.
She shrugs her shoulders and slides an intricately designed gold bracelet onto her slim wrist.
Cait Flanagan: And while Jackson and Marou will be doing the most to try and call themselves the King of New York, I’m here to play spoiler. I’m a multiple time champion and it’s time that Liberty Pro gets to see me as I truly am - the lying, cheating, thieving little con artist that will one day stand on top of this company. So get ready boys, because it’s time for me to steal a title and a spot at the top.
Blowing a kiss to the mirror, Cait pulls a tiara out of one of the shopping bags and places it on her head, giving her best Miss America wave as we fade out.
MATCH TWO: TAG
Jack Graves & Hilary Lavandrier vs The Pride (Chase Hunter & Jacob Daniels)
Jack Graves & Hilary Lavandrier vs The Pride (Chase Hunter & Jacob Daniels)
RECAP There was an uneasiness between Jack and Hilary at the start of this match and it gave The Pride the opportunity to take control. They dominated out of the gate, throwing Jack around like a ragdoll. But Graves showed his grit and fight, making a comeback every time but The Pride used their experience to keep him down. Chase came in to help JD double team Jack and Hilary actually tried to get into the ring to help but the referee actually stopped her! Chase and JD hit Jack with a double powerbomb. JD went for the pin but Hilary practically shoved the referee out of the way and kicked JD off of Jack. Chase then obliterated Lavandrier with a big boot. The referee ordered Chase back to his corner. Things started to look bad for the put together team of Hilary and Jack now. JD went for a few pinfalls on Jack but Graves constantly kicked out. JD was getting frustrated. He picked up Jack and went for a suplex but Jack countered it into one of his own! The two were down and Jack tried to drag himself to the corner and Hilary, who was now back and up in the corner, was jumping up and down, actually trying to rally her partner. JD grabbed Jack’s foot but Graves kicked him away before he dove towards Hilary and tagged her in! She came in on fire and took out JD with a bicycle kick! Chase tried to get in to help but no! Jack speared him to the ground! As JD stirred, the #Levandrip dropped him with Killshot - Somersault Neckbreaker! She pinned him and picked up the three count and the win! After the match, Hilary and Jack looked at each other. They both gave a respectful nod. Are these two starting to find respect for one another? WINNER Jack Graves & Hilary Levandrier METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE Killshot |
BACKSTAGE
“You’ve been through enough pain that I won’t be able to top that...? Goodness Cecily, don’t go and tempt me with a good time now.”
Caroline Dallins is sitting backstage, her fingers tented together in a perfect pyramid. On her face is a most pensive smile. She’s let Sparrow do his own thing tonight, and perhaps for the better. He probably would welcome the peace and she very likely is focused on her own intentions. Still, it might be a little baffling that she isn’t hammering some last-minute points or anything of that nature in his head. It seems that she’s allowing him the peace she promised while The Society still threatens Freedom. While Nathan Callaghan threatens Freedom. For many wrestlers, they are by and large disinterested by any ideas of brand warfare.
Yet for Caroline, as her eyes glance up at the camera from under a black towel draped over her neck and head? She outright seems to get off on it. The smile on her face is thousand-watt, lit up like you wouldn’t believe. For almost a sec it might be Killer C in her prime making a comeback. Her head bows, she pulls at a singlet strap and huffs.
Caroline: Y’know every wrestler, prodigy and journeyman, the wastes and the diamonds in the rough, everyone in between? At one point or another most of them swear that they’ve been in enough pain in their lives or their careers that nothing...Nothing you say or throw at them would have even the slightest bit of effect. Now I know...Oh I know Cecily, that’s probably not bravado on your part. Family’s probably gone through it, or...You’ve seen personal tragedies that might break a lesser person. I get it. I do. The only problem I...I guess you could say I have, when I hear someone throw those words at me...? Is feeling like I’m almost...Dared to do something horrible.
Caroline licks her lips briefly.
Caroline: See times like this, where it's brand versus brand? I’ll never understand why so many people shy away from it. Everyone always goes on and on about how they aren’t about to be dragged into another faction war. They aren’t about to help or put their neck on the line for some ego trip between siblings or spouses or two people competing for power. You hear it all the time and...I promise Cecily this has a point. See...Me? As long as I can remember...I will jump at the first chance, the first opportunity that there’s brand wars. Because anything goes,
Her fingers break from tenting before she glances off to the side, as though she’s looking for something that the camera can’t pick up.
Caroline: It should tell you all something that I was...Perfectly content to just manage Baby Bird up until Nathan talked all that blase bullshit about introducing poison into Freedom.. It should tell you guys something that, even though he dropped one to Cait Flanagan, I haven’t chewed Sparrow out more than I might. He might very well lose here tonight and lose that King Of NY Championship...But I’m thinking more long-term right now. ...You, you Cecily...Are short term focus for long term goals. See, because things are brand versus brand, its like gang warfare. The rules of engagement go out the window. If striking you down spurs The Society to do anything, or makes them lose focus?
Caroline shrugged.
Caroline: So be it. If I wanna fuck your older sister’s night up just by harming every little hair on your head? I can do that. I dunno how Lawless or Corbett feel but hey. We’ll find out. I can do that because fear is not the biggest motivator in the world. Love
“You’ve been through enough pain that I won’t be able to top that...? Goodness Cecily, don’t go and tempt me with a good time now.”
Caroline Dallins is sitting backstage, her fingers tented together in a perfect pyramid. On her face is a most pensive smile. She’s let Sparrow do his own thing tonight, and perhaps for the better. He probably would welcome the peace and she very likely is focused on her own intentions. Still, it might be a little baffling that she isn’t hammering some last-minute points or anything of that nature in his head. It seems that she’s allowing him the peace she promised while The Society still threatens Freedom. While Nathan Callaghan threatens Freedom. For many wrestlers, they are by and large disinterested by any ideas of brand warfare.
Yet for Caroline, as her eyes glance up at the camera from under a black towel draped over her neck and head? She outright seems to get off on it. The smile on her face is thousand-watt, lit up like you wouldn’t believe. For almost a sec it might be Killer C in her prime making a comeback. Her head bows, she pulls at a singlet strap and huffs.
Caroline: Y’know every wrestler, prodigy and journeyman, the wastes and the diamonds in the rough, everyone in between? At one point or another most of them swear that they’ve been in enough pain in their lives or their careers that nothing...Nothing you say or throw at them would have even the slightest bit of effect. Now I know...Oh I know Cecily, that’s probably not bravado on your part. Family’s probably gone through it, or...You’ve seen personal tragedies that might break a lesser person. I get it. I do. The only problem I...I guess you could say I have, when I hear someone throw those words at me...? Is feeling like I’m almost...Dared to do something horrible.
Caroline licks her lips briefly.
Caroline: See times like this, where it's brand versus brand? I’ll never understand why so many people shy away from it. Everyone always goes on and on about how they aren’t about to be dragged into another faction war. They aren’t about to help or put their neck on the line for some ego trip between siblings or spouses or two people competing for power. You hear it all the time and...I promise Cecily this has a point. See...Me? As long as I can remember...I will jump at the first chance, the first opportunity that there’s brand wars. Because anything goes,
Her fingers break from tenting before she glances off to the side, as though she’s looking for something that the camera can’t pick up.
Caroline: It should tell you all something that I was...Perfectly content to just manage Baby Bird up until Nathan talked all that blase bullshit about introducing poison into Freedom.. It should tell you guys something that, even though he dropped one to Cait Flanagan, I haven’t chewed Sparrow out more than I might. He might very well lose here tonight and lose that King Of NY Championship...But I’m thinking more long-term right now. ...You, you Cecily...Are short term focus for long term goals. See, because things are brand versus brand, its like gang warfare. The rules of engagement go out the window. If striking you down spurs The Society to do anything, or makes them lose focus?
Caroline shrugged.
Caroline: So be it. If I wanna fuck your older sister’s night up just by harming every little hair on your head? I can do that. I dunno how Lawless or Corbett feel but hey. We’ll find out. I can do that because fear is not the biggest motivator in the world. Love
...
...
Then? Caroline Dallins began laughing to herself. Not any sort of menacing evil laugh, just as though she was casually discussing foreign politics and made an off-handed joke involving puns.
“God I love brand wars.”
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up to the back alley of the arena. Cecily Bell is back there sitting on a dumpster. She is in her wrestling gear with a huge coat over her keeping her somewhat warm. She is wearing a smile, albeit a nervous one. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes.
CECILY BELL: To say I’m nervous is beyond the truth.
She starts to twiddle her thumbs leaning back on the wall while still sitting on the dumpster.
CECILY BELL: I honestly don’t know where to start. This is a huge step for me, to get out of the ho huh life that I started when I left wrestling. I know that it’ll take a lot of work to get back where I was, and that has me thinking.
Taking another deep breath she looked hard at the camera. The nervous smile started to subside a little.
CECILY BELL: All I need to do though is look back at my history and realize that I’m a former world champion. I have had gold in my hands before and I want to capture that again. I want to hear the fans cheer or boo me again. That is where I NEED to be!
The last words came out as a scream as she jumped down from the dumpster. She flips over a can and screams again, the words now a loud yell.
CECILY BELL: CAROLINE! You and I are in the same position, both of us not being in the ring for sometime! But you know what! I want this more and yes we both have redemption songs we can sing but mine will be that much better.
She pushes the camera man and he falls and the camera is now on the ground showing the alley. Cecily crawls and puts her face close to the camera.
CECILY BELL: I hope you bring your best because you’ll need it. I NEED my hand raised. I WANT it raised. Plus I need to keep showing wrestling talent runs in my family.
She gets up and the last thing we hear is the sound of her heels walking away.
The scene opens up to the back alley of the arena. Cecily Bell is back there sitting on a dumpster. She is in her wrestling gear with a huge coat over her keeping her somewhat warm. She is wearing a smile, albeit a nervous one. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes.
CECILY BELL: To say I’m nervous is beyond the truth.
She starts to twiddle her thumbs leaning back on the wall while still sitting on the dumpster.
CECILY BELL: I honestly don’t know where to start. This is a huge step for me, to get out of the ho huh life that I started when I left wrestling. I know that it’ll take a lot of work to get back where I was, and that has me thinking.
Taking another deep breath she looked hard at the camera. The nervous smile started to subside a little.
CECILY BELL: All I need to do though is look back at my history and realize that I’m a former world champion. I have had gold in my hands before and I want to capture that again. I want to hear the fans cheer or boo me again. That is where I NEED to be!
The last words came out as a scream as she jumped down from the dumpster. She flips over a can and screams again, the words now a loud yell.
CECILY BELL: CAROLINE! You and I are in the same position, both of us not being in the ring for sometime! But you know what! I want this more and yes we both have redemption songs we can sing but mine will be that much better.
She pushes the camera man and he falls and the camera is now on the ground showing the alley. Cecily crawls and puts her face close to the camera.
CECILY BELL: I hope you bring your best because you’ll need it. I NEED my hand raised. I WANT it raised. Plus I need to keep showing wrestling talent runs in my family.
She gets up and the last thing we hear is the sound of her heels walking away.
BACKSTAGE
The cameraman catches up with Liberty Pro rookie Ricky Rodriguez as he walks through the backstage area. Not scheduled to compete, he wore just a pair of plain ass black trunks and a black and white striped referee shirt.
Ricky seemed to be headed somewhere in particular but was stopped by the cameraman. Spinning around on the heel of his black shoe, he looked to the cameraman with a bright smile on his face.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Ohshit, hey!'
Cameraman: 'Where ya headed?'
The eyes of Ricky widen a bit, but just for a second, as he shrugged his shoulders.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Was partially tryinta kill time before Carli's match. Mostly was lookin for youuu actually. Hadda few things I wanted to talk bout.'
Before the cameraman could address the obvious dishonest answer from Ricky, the young upstart continued on.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Past few weeks have been a bit..bumpy, to say the least. That's the business we give ourselves to. Things just happen sometimes, y'know? Our heads move faster than our bodies and things get outta hand.
But me and Carli, we've talked everythin over and we're good. The only thing I'm lookin to do is to call this right down the middle. Carli doesn't need any help in this match and she's not gonna get it. Complete and total impartiality..if that's even a word.'
Stopping before he started rambling, Ricky shook his head in order to recollect himself.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'But anyway yeah, I gotta couple things to take care of before this match so Ima just..'
Motioning his head to the side, Ricky turned and walked off towards the dressing rooms area as the scene cut away.
The cameraman catches up with Liberty Pro rookie Ricky Rodriguez as he walks through the backstage area. Not scheduled to compete, he wore just a pair of plain ass black trunks and a black and white striped referee shirt.
Ricky seemed to be headed somewhere in particular but was stopped by the cameraman. Spinning around on the heel of his black shoe, he looked to the cameraman with a bright smile on his face.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Ohshit, hey!'
Cameraman: 'Where ya headed?'
The eyes of Ricky widen a bit, but just for a second, as he shrugged his shoulders.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Was partially tryinta kill time before Carli's match. Mostly was lookin for youuu actually. Hadda few things I wanted to talk bout.'
Before the cameraman could address the obvious dishonest answer from Ricky, the young upstart continued on.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Past few weeks have been a bit..bumpy, to say the least. That's the business we give ourselves to. Things just happen sometimes, y'know? Our heads move faster than our bodies and things get outta hand.
But me and Carli, we've talked everythin over and we're good. The only thing I'm lookin to do is to call this right down the middle. Carli doesn't need any help in this match and she's not gonna get it. Complete and total impartiality..if that's even a word.'
Stopping before he started rambling, Ricky shook his head in order to recollect himself.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'But anyway yeah, I gotta couple things to take care of before this match so Ima just..'
Motioning his head to the side, Ricky turned and walked off towards the dressing rooms area as the scene cut away.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Caroline Dallins vs Cecily Bell
Caroline Dallins vs Cecily Bell
RECAP Caroline smirked as she looked across the ring at Cecily, it was clear she had some evil ideas brewing. The bell rang and Cecily charged across the ring but the technician that Dallins is, she was able to counter the incoming clothesline, grab Bell’s arm and drop her to the ground in an armbar. The match started out this way, with Dallins controlling it with her technical style but Bell managed to keep on holding on and getting rope breaks. Bell soon took control when she raked the eyes of Dallins. The referee tried to warn CeCe but she merely pushed past him and grabbed Dallins before dropping her with “Black Sun” Reverse DDT! She pinned but Dallins got her foot on the ropes. CeCe controlled the match for a bit more before she went for “Sleep Soundly” (Coffin Drop) but Dallins rolled out of the way and Bell went crashing to the canvas. When Bell got up, Dallins leveled her with LOUD AS F***~! Knife Edge Chops before dropping her with Code Of The Streets - (Vertical Suplex Powerbomb)! Dallins waved her finger though, proclaiming that she wasn’t done yet. She dropped down and locked in News At 11 - (Figure Four Necklock)! Bell had no more strength and nowhere to go so she tapped out! Dallins was announced the winner but she refused to let go of the hold until Bell eventually passed out. Dallins was satisfied with her victory. She stood up and looked at the camera, letting Becky know that one was for her. WINNER Caroline Dallins METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 13:02 FINISHING MOVE News At 11 |
BACKSTAGE
CARLI DAVIS: And I thought the week before last was a disaster...
A long sigh fell from the lips of the perky blonde that went by Bubz. She sat on her couch in her locker room, looking down at her phone as a replay of last weeks match plays out.
CARLI DAVIS: I feel so dumb watching this back. I honestly thought Ricky purposely pushed into me. I should've known better. It was Kenzie and it doesn't surprise me one single bit. She's the Queen of sneaky shenanigans and all of that. I know I have to stop being so paranoid all the time, but people are making it harder and harder to trust them.
She shrugs, tossing her phone to the side and it lets out a small thump as it lands on the leather of the cushion. Carli slides up her knee pads.
CARLI DAVIS: The downside of joining another company is trying to find your edge and your spot. I think I'm getting there, but most importantly, I really know what I want to accomplish here. But first things first and I have some business it seems with Ricky. Opponents, partners and now he's the referee for my match against Dex. I trust him.
She nods for her reassurance, rubbing the back of her k. She's a little banged up from last nights match but not too terrible. She'll manage.
CARLI DAVIS: I trust Ricky to make the right call and call the match down the middle. He doesn't strike me as the type that wouldn't. We had our mishaps, but it's all behind us. For real this time.
She stands up and stretches out her body.
CARLI DAVIS: My first singles match here in Liberty. I need to pick this win up. I have to. As long as... no, I'm not going to even think that. Everything is going to be fine.
She shakes the thoughts out of her head as she finishes preparing for her match.
CARLI DAVIS: And I thought the week before last was a disaster...
A long sigh fell from the lips of the perky blonde that went by Bubz. She sat on her couch in her locker room, looking down at her phone as a replay of last weeks match plays out.
CARLI DAVIS: I feel so dumb watching this back. I honestly thought Ricky purposely pushed into me. I should've known better. It was Kenzie and it doesn't surprise me one single bit. She's the Queen of sneaky shenanigans and all of that. I know I have to stop being so paranoid all the time, but people are making it harder and harder to trust them.
She shrugs, tossing her phone to the side and it lets out a small thump as it lands on the leather of the cushion. Carli slides up her knee pads.
CARLI DAVIS: The downside of joining another company is trying to find your edge and your spot. I think I'm getting there, but most importantly, I really know what I want to accomplish here. But first things first and I have some business it seems with Ricky. Opponents, partners and now he's the referee for my match against Dex. I trust him.
She nods for her reassurance, rubbing the back of her k. She's a little banged up from last nights match but not too terrible. She'll manage.
CARLI DAVIS: I trust Ricky to make the right call and call the match down the middle. He doesn't strike me as the type that wouldn't. We had our mishaps, but it's all behind us. For real this time.
She stands up and stretches out her body.
CARLI DAVIS: My first singles match here in Liberty. I need to pick this win up. I have to. As long as... no, I'm not going to even think that. Everything is going to be fine.
She shakes the thoughts out of her head as she finishes preparing for her match.
BACKSTAGE
The camera moves backstage where we see The Society backstage. They again, somehow had made it into the venue, despite not being contracted to Freedom, but the usual collectedness displayed by the veterans was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Becky Balfour was pacing back and forth. She was completely out of her element as her fingers move to her mouth and she begins to chew at her nails. Warren Corbett looks at Seth and the pair shrug.
[/i]The camera moves backstage where we see The Society backstage. They again, somehow had made it into the venue, despite not being contracted to Freedom, but the usual collectedness displayed by the veterans was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Becky Balfour was pacing back and forth. She was completely out of her element as her fingers move to her mouth and she begins to chew at her nails. Warren Corbett looks at Seth and the pair shrug.
Seth Lawless: Bex, it's okay. They are going to pay for what they did to Syn. We'll make sure of it.
Warren Corbett: Just say the word, sister.
Becky stops in her tracks and looks at the both of them. She shakes her head as her pale cheeks were a bit red.
Becky Balfour: No...no no no. Did you hear her? She made it clear. Any time we do something, Lily will punish Syn. This is exactly what she wants. But...I can't even think straight. Fuck. I need to be there for her. I need to be there with her.
Seth Lawless: What about Nathan? He sent us here to get a job done. Dante, Blyss, Lily, they all will pay. They sent us to the hospital last week. They sent Syn to the hospital tonight. The only way to end this is to do unto them before they...
Becky Balfour: I said no. Nathan? I'm still not even sure what side he's playing on. You said it yourself. You both ended up in the hospital last week. My back is still fucking killing me after being hit by that bat, and now Syn is...I don't even want to think about it. I'm not worried about doing Nathan's work tonight. That shit can wait. I...I have to go.
A usually strong minded Becky was beginning to break down and both of her co-members in The Society could see it. Both Warren and Seth walk up to her and put a hand on her back.
Becky Balfour: Let's just take the night off. Regroup. I'm going to the hospital. Do me a favor and both of you guys promise to keep out of things? The last thing we need is for you guys to end up back in the hospital. I need to figure shit out. Lily can't get away with this. But it has to be addressed on our time. She's expecting us to make an emotional reaction tonight. Are you guys with me?
Both Seth and Warren nod and give Becky the approval to leave for the night. The fans actually begin to boo as all three members of The Society head out of the nearest exit, letting the door slam behind them.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Carli Davis vs Dex Morant w/Ricky Rodriguez as guest referee
Carli Davis vs Dex Morant w/Ricky Rodriguez as guest referee
RECAP The bell rang and Carli reminded Ricky that he needed to call a clean match. He nodded and told her to focus but it was too late and Dex blindsided Davis with a flying knee strike. He pinned her but Ricky wasn’t happy about the attack and he made a slow one count before Carli kicked out. Dex yelled at Rodríguez but he had a sly grin as he shrugged. Dex went to pick Davis up but she shoved Morant and he went flying right into Ricky! Ricky stumbled back from it and he wasn’t too pleased about the situation. Carli paid no mind and she took Morant out with Straight Fire (Wristlock Hurricanrana)! She pinned Morant and Ricky dropped down and did a fast three count, though Morant wasn’t kicking out anyway. Carli is announced the winner but Ricky shoved her and accused her of shoving Dex into him. The two argue back and forth before Carli rolled her eyes and put a hand in Ricky’s face but he soon slapped it away. It looked like things might get heated but Ricky soon smiled and shook his head before leaving the ring. Carli sighed, it was clear she wanted this whole booking ordeal with Ricky to be done and over with. WINNER Carli Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 2:23 FINISHING MOVE Straight Fire |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up to the following advertisement is paid for by Vilaro Fitness, and the patented Vilaro System they key to becoming a better you! In a feminine voice then, upbeat techno music begins to blast as we see people doing in-home workouts different variations of crunches, push-ups, different cardio exercises as the camera then focuses on a young tanned woman the graphic on the screen soon reveals her name as Marisol Vilaro, she was dressed in spandex workout shorts with a red with black trim and matching workout top. As her bright smile soon graces the camera. As she begins to speak in a high-pitched over the top tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Do you suffer from a lack of energy, tired of carrying around pounds of unwanted body fat, tired of not being to walk up a flight of stairs without gasping for air? Or are you tired of no muscle tone? Well my name is Marisol Vilaro and I am the founder of Vilaro Fitness and the creator of the patented Vilaro System. And I am here to help you become a better you!
Marisol smiles as she walks around the studio made to look like a gym seeing the people working out. She smiles, as steps by a couple of fit people who were working together on crunch variations. Before, once again looking at the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: Now what is the Vilaro Sysem? It's the hottest newest and best fitness program on the block. Created by myself as a way to help someone close to me and no not me I am gifted! But, to help my own brother who in high school was well over 350 pounds. Not able to find love, and constantly ridiculed he came to me for help and it was a long hard road but now he’s down well over 150, and has been keeping it off and after that success, I thought to myself why not help everyone?
Marisol smiles as she shrugs her shoulder, as her brother’s before and after pictures appear on the screen. Before, others pop on-screen before returning to clips of Mariol leading several of her home workouts and encouraging them to be better versions of themselves. As the camera then returns to the studio with her.
Marisol Vilaro: The Vilaro System is more than exercises, you also get an amazing meal plan, which is easy to follow with many options for your personal needs, and the amazing of Vilaro Fitness supplements designed to help develop the body you want for yourself. And what does this all cost you? Five easy payments of 49.99! Ordered today off of our website and make sure you download your maricise app the perfect companion to your journey to a better healthier you!
Marisol smiles brightly as she keeps up her Candance this time she’s on a treadmill as she counties to speak.
Marisol Vilaro: So ordered today and be on the fast track to success, just like I am on the fast track to Liberty Wrestling, in order to show you what true health of mind, body, and spirit is all about!
Marisol starts to run on the treadmill, as the camera then flashes the Vilaro Fitness logo and the tag line be a better you. Before a Marisol Vilaro is coming appears, and then the previous announcement was paid for by Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System.
The scene opens up to the following advertisement is paid for by Vilaro Fitness, and the patented Vilaro System they key to becoming a better you! In a feminine voice then, upbeat techno music begins to blast as we see people doing in-home workouts different variations of crunches, push-ups, different cardio exercises as the camera then focuses on a young tanned woman the graphic on the screen soon reveals her name as Marisol Vilaro, she was dressed in spandex workout shorts with a red with black trim and matching workout top. As her bright smile soon graces the camera. As she begins to speak in a high-pitched over the top tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Do you suffer from a lack of energy, tired of carrying around pounds of unwanted body fat, tired of not being to walk up a flight of stairs without gasping for air? Or are you tired of no muscle tone? Well my name is Marisol Vilaro and I am the founder of Vilaro Fitness and the creator of the patented Vilaro System. And I am here to help you become a better you!
Marisol smiles as she walks around the studio made to look like a gym seeing the people working out. She smiles, as steps by a couple of fit people who were working together on crunch variations. Before, once again looking at the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: Now what is the Vilaro Sysem? It's the hottest newest and best fitness program on the block. Created by myself as a way to help someone close to me and no not me I am gifted! But, to help my own brother who in high school was well over 350 pounds. Not able to find love, and constantly ridiculed he came to me for help and it was a long hard road but now he’s down well over 150, and has been keeping it off and after that success, I thought to myself why not help everyone?
Marisol smiles as she shrugs her shoulder, as her brother’s before and after pictures appear on the screen. Before, others pop on-screen before returning to clips of Mariol leading several of her home workouts and encouraging them to be better versions of themselves. As the camera then returns to the studio with her.
Marisol Vilaro: The Vilaro System is more than exercises, you also get an amazing meal plan, which is easy to follow with many options for your personal needs, and the amazing of Vilaro Fitness supplements designed to help develop the body you want for yourself. And what does this all cost you? Five easy payments of 49.99! Ordered today off of our website and make sure you download your maricise app the perfect companion to your journey to a better healthier you!
Marisol smiles brightly as she keeps up her Candance this time she’s on a treadmill as she counties to speak.
Marisol Vilaro: So ordered today and be on the fast track to success, just like I am on the fast track to Liberty Wrestling, in order to show you what true health of mind, body, and spirit is all about!
Marisol starts to run on the treadmill, as the camera then flashes the Vilaro Fitness logo and the tag line be a better you. Before a Marisol Vilaro is coming appears, and then the previous announcement was paid for by Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System.
RECORDED EARLIER
As the camera cut away from ringside, the sounds of waves hitting the shoreline hit the airwaves. The scene was one of peace and calm, zooming in on the soft salt waters as they rolled up upon the white, sandy beach. Perched upon a log, a figure seemed to be staring out to towards the horizon, watching the sun go down slowly, shades of yellow and orange mixing in with the darkening blue sky. The figure, facing away from the camera, was clad in cream coloured khakis, paired with an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. By their side, a hand tapping gently upon it, was the Liberty Pro United States Championship, their fingers drumming an unheard beat upon it. It became clear in that moment that the man tapping the title was none other than the champion, Brendan Samuels. And yet, for all those expecting it, for the second week running, Brendan didn’t seem to have a word to say.
After what happened two weeks prior, with the unexpected attack from Dante Locke and Blyss Lockhart, Samuels had looked grim and determined into the camera last time out, clearly furious with the way he and Skylar Rayner had been blindsided prior to their first tag team outing in Liberty. And with what had happened last time on Freedom, concerning a further attack by Lockhart after Samuels had let his wrestling do the talking, defeating Dante in a revenge match, many had expected the Irish Sailor to have something to say on the matter. But for whatever reason, The Wrestling did not say a single word. He stared out into the ocean, his broad and powerful shoulders rising and falling.
But the Irishman known as The Kraken didn’t say a single word, nor did he turn his face to gaze at the camera with those cold blues of his. Even with his upcoming main event, facing off against Blyss Lockhart, and the flame haired Irishwoman Emery Layton, a woman who many had said would be a dream match for The Wrestling, he didn’t say a word. Nothing about Emery, nothing about his tag partner for the night, TJ Techniques, and certainly nothing about Blyss, Dante and the whole situation brewing around them. Not a single word, just the cool waves beating softly upon the waves. And nothing else.
It was almost like this was the purest of calms. But was this the calm before the storm?
As the camera cut away from ringside, the sounds of waves hitting the shoreline hit the airwaves. The scene was one of peace and calm, zooming in on the soft salt waters as they rolled up upon the white, sandy beach. Perched upon a log, a figure seemed to be staring out to towards the horizon, watching the sun go down slowly, shades of yellow and orange mixing in with the darkening blue sky. The figure, facing away from the camera, was clad in cream coloured khakis, paired with an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. By their side, a hand tapping gently upon it, was the Liberty Pro United States Championship, their fingers drumming an unheard beat upon it. It became clear in that moment that the man tapping the title was none other than the champion, Brendan Samuels. And yet, for all those expecting it, for the second week running, Brendan didn’t seem to have a word to say.
After what happened two weeks prior, with the unexpected attack from Dante Locke and Blyss Lockhart, Samuels had looked grim and determined into the camera last time out, clearly furious with the way he and Skylar Rayner had been blindsided prior to their first tag team outing in Liberty. And with what had happened last time on Freedom, concerning a further attack by Lockhart after Samuels had let his wrestling do the talking, defeating Dante in a revenge match, many had expected the Irish Sailor to have something to say on the matter. But for whatever reason, The Wrestling did not say a single word. He stared out into the ocean, his broad and powerful shoulders rising and falling.
But the Irishman known as The Kraken didn’t say a single word, nor did he turn his face to gaze at the camera with those cold blues of his. Even with his upcoming main event, facing off against Blyss Lockhart, and the flame haired Irishwoman Emery Layton, a woman who many had said would be a dream match for The Wrestling, he didn’t say a word. Nothing about Emery, nothing about his tag partner for the night, TJ Techniques, and certainly nothing about Blyss, Dante and the whole situation brewing around them. Not a single word, just the cool waves beating softly upon the waves. And nothing else.
It was almost like this was the purest of calms. But was this the calm before the storm?
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Hector vs Dante Locke
Hector vs Dante Locke
RECAP Hector’s music plays and there’s a long pause before he’s pushed through the curtain by a sea of hands. He looks out over the cavernous arena and this massive man suddenly seems small and alone. In the ring Dante Locke paces, rolling his neck and pounding his taped fist against his palm. Hector waddles down the ramp, his eyes constantly searching for Syn but without her he’s even more lost than usual. He lumbers up the stairs and before he’s even halfway through the ropes Dante attacks. He drives a series of knees into the big man’s midsection and once he doubles over Dante drags him through the ropes and sends him tumbling to the canvas. Hector tries to get to his feet but he’s greeted by a soccer kick that flips him over onto his back. Dante continues the assault with kicks and stomps and knees. Hector has no answer and curls into a ball like a defenseless pill bug, but the onslaught continues. Finally The Hellhound relents. He bends over, pats Hector on the back and offers a hand to help him up. Hector’s eyes rise to meet Dante’s and there’s a glimmer of hope that he may have found a friend to help him through this storm. Hector takes the hand and Dante pulls with all his might, heaving the big man back to his feet. They exchange smiles and a few kind words while Dante encourages him to catch his breath. Hector bends over, placing his hands on his knees and the devious Hellhound strikes, planting him head first with Straight To Hell. At this point pinning him would be the easy and right thing to do but Dante’s not interested in that, instead he locks in the kimura lock known as Dante’s Inferno. Hector taps immediately but Dante’s not letting him off that easily. The bell rings, the referee implores Dante to break the hold but The Hellhound continues to punish Hector who’s screaming out in agony. From the back “The Gentleman” Jack Graves sprints towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and explodes towards Locke, annihilating him from behind with the Dinner Bell, a Bullhammer elbow. Graves is hot and starts driving his boot into Locke but The Hellhound manages to slide under the bottom rope and stumble towards the ramp while clutching his head. Jack is screaming at him, his face red as he seethes in the ring. Blyss Lockhart runs down the ramp to steady Dante and help him to the back, raising his hand high in the air to remind everyone he was victorious here tonight. In the ring Jack turns to tend to the fallen Hector while the ring announcer proclaims Dante the victor. WINNER Dante Locke METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 2:20 FINISHING MOVE Dante’s Inferno |
BACKSTAGE
Jackson is pacing up and down the halls as he slowly gets himself ready and into the state of mind of winning this match. Cameras finally catch up to him as he pauses.
JACKSON: “Well hello. Last week wasn’t an enjoyment at all. Didn’t even get to have my first match. Not something that I was very pleased about going home.”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes then releases it as he slowly reopens them.
JACKSON: “This week though I don’t plan on letting that happen. A match for the King of New York Championship? I’m from New York. Born and raised. So if anyone thinks that they deserve it more than someone from NY. Deserves it more than me. They are sadly mistaken.
I know everything about this city so it is only fitting that it comes to me. Marou, Cait and Sparrow. You three may want it. You three may think you deserve it but you 3 would be severely mistaken. I have given this city all I have. Sure it may not all been legal what I gave…but that’s a different story for a different time and place. This story is about here and now.”
A smirk from Jackson as he keeps his eyes dead on the camera
JACKSON: This is a story about me an original from this town. A rookie coming in and taking that title. Why? Because I’m the only one worthy of it. I’m the only one that should be able to hold such a thing. And if somehow I don’t win it…I’d keep it close to whoever does. It might just come up missing one night.
Jackson gives a little wink and smirk as he walks off.
Jackson is pacing up and down the halls as he slowly gets himself ready and into the state of mind of winning this match. Cameras finally catch up to him as he pauses.
JACKSON: “Well hello. Last week wasn’t an enjoyment at all. Didn’t even get to have my first match. Not something that I was very pleased about going home.”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes then releases it as he slowly reopens them.
JACKSON: “This week though I don’t plan on letting that happen. A match for the King of New York Championship? I’m from New York. Born and raised. So if anyone thinks that they deserve it more than someone from NY. Deserves it more than me. They are sadly mistaken.
I know everything about this city so it is only fitting that it comes to me. Marou, Cait and Sparrow. You three may want it. You three may think you deserve it but you 3 would be severely mistaken. I have given this city all I have. Sure it may not all been legal what I gave…but that’s a different story for a different time and place. This story is about here and now.”
A smirk from Jackson as he keeps his eyes dead on the camera
JACKSON: This is a story about me an original from this town. A rookie coming in and taking that title. Why? Because I’m the only one worthy of it. I’m the only one that should be able to hold such a thing. And if somehow I don’t win it…I’d keep it close to whoever does. It might just come up missing one night.
Jackson gives a little wink and smirk as he walks off.
RINGSIDE
We cut to ringside, where Lily Callaghan is standing in the ring, a mic in hand.
Lily Callaghan: It’s nice having no interruptions, isn’t it? That poison didn’t realize that I had a cure, did it?
Lily smirked.
Lily Callaghan: I welcome you all to enjoy a nice and clean show tonight. It’s been great so far and I promise, it’s going to be even better!
She paused.
Lily Callaghan: And to start all of that off, we’re going to have the next match for the King of New York Championship be an elimination match! Last person standing is the champ! Good luck!
Lily smiled and nodded before her music hit and she made her way to the back.
We cut to ringside, where Lily Callaghan is standing in the ring, a mic in hand.
Lily Callaghan: It’s nice having no interruptions, isn’t it? That poison didn’t realize that I had a cure, did it?
Lily smirked.
Lily Callaghan: I welcome you all to enjoy a nice and clean show tonight. It’s been great so far and I promise, it’s going to be even better!
She paused.
Lily Callaghan: And to start all of that off, we’re going to have the next match for the King of New York Championship be an elimination match! Last person standing is the champ! Good luck!
Lily smiled and nodded before her music hit and she made her way to the back.
MATCH SIX: KING OF NEW YORK CHAMPIONSHIP
Cait Flanagan vs Michael Marou vs Jackson vs Sparrow
Cait Flanagan vs Michael Marou vs Jackson vs Sparrow
RECAP The Four way elimination match for the King of New York Championship starts as Jackson and Cait Flanagan start to duke it out but Michael Marou climbs up the top rope and Sparrow doesn’t notice him leaping off of it! He takes him out with a crossbody that sends him flying to the outside. Michael then grabs a chair from under the ring and he slams it on Sparrow’s back before rolling him in the ring and going for the pin but the champion is able to kick out. Sparrow shoves Michael off and he Sparrow picks up the chair and he slams it over Michael’s head! Marou starts to bleed while Sparrow throws the chair to the side. Sparrow then grabbed the KONY Championship and leveled Marou with it. Sparrow then pinned Michael and the referee made the count and it hit three. Eliminating Marou from the match. ELIMINATED: Michael Marou Meanwhile, inside of the ring, Cait and Jackson have been battling back and forth when the two notice Sparrow eyeing them. Cait and Jackson soon turn and they prepare themselves for the oncoming fight with the KONY Champion. They call for Sparrow to get in the ring and as soon he does, all hell breaks loose between the three competitors. Jackson soon knocked Cait down with a shot from a pair of brass knuckles and this enraged Josh Anderson, her boyfriend and manager. Cait goes flying out of the ring and that leaves Jackson in the ring all by himself with Sparrow. Josh Anderson grabbed Jackson from behind and dropped him with a double underhook DDT. He then exits the ring and grabs a table before setting it up in the ring. Josh gives Sparrow the go ahead and the KONY Champion shrugged before getting on the top ropes and hitting The Notorious K.I.C.K. II - Top Rope Double Foot Stomp through the table!!! Sparrow pinned Jackson and got the three count and the win. ELIMINATED: Jackson Sparrow went to get to his feet but Josh Anderson AND Cait Flanagan were all over him now. Josh then held Sparrow up and Cait charged, going to nail him with the championship but Sparrow ducked! Cait took Josh out! Sparrow went for a pele kick but Cait recovered enough and ducked that as well. Sparrow got to his feet and BAM! Cait did it! She nailed him with the KONY Championship. Flanagan dropped down and pinned Sparrow and she picked up the win! She did it! For the first time ever, we have a KONY Championship other than Sparrow! Or should we say QONY? The Queen of New York is here! WINNER Cait Flanagan METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:23 FINISHING MOVE Championship shot to face |
BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer fades into the screen as he is standing rocking back and forth.
Scotty Latimer: First and foremost Rayven congratulations. You became a mother to a beautiful baby. Trust me when I tell you what a child does to your life. As a father my little Emma is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And seeing it from my wife its even more special to her because she is a mother. So I wish you the absolute best in your future as a mom. I'm not one of these guys that is going to attack you and take cheap shots. I respect you, but you did something to piss me off.
Scotty smiles as he pulls his hood off.
Scotty Latimer: It was how you reacted when you got pinned. Yeah shenanigans did yhat, but the fact that you think the only way I could possibly best you is by having help. Now you didn't say that directly but its what you thought. You don't think a guy like me can beat you without help? Look at my track record. Multi time tag champ...former Gotham champion...former Mainstream World champion and a hall of famer. See Rayven sometimes you get yourself tied up in your own little bubble that you convince yourself you are so good that you are untouchable. You don't portray that publicly, but you feel that way.
Scotty continues staring at yhe camera.
Scotty Latimer : You wanted this fight so you got it. But be careful what you wish for. There is no way I am losing going into a Freedom title match. And I am especially not losing to you. And this time you will have to deal with losing to me straight up. And it will be straight up…
Scotty reaches down amd pulls out a barbed wire baseball back.
Scotty Latimer: Because Society? IF you do show up. You all will be wearing this barbed wire baseball bat.
Scltty syares at it then smirks as the camera feed fades away.
Scotty Latimer fades into the screen as he is standing rocking back and forth.
Scotty Latimer: First and foremost Rayven congratulations. You became a mother to a beautiful baby. Trust me when I tell you what a child does to your life. As a father my little Emma is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And seeing it from my wife its even more special to her because she is a mother. So I wish you the absolute best in your future as a mom. I'm not one of these guys that is going to attack you and take cheap shots. I respect you, but you did something to piss me off.
Scotty smiles as he pulls his hood off.
Scotty Latimer: It was how you reacted when you got pinned. Yeah shenanigans did yhat, but the fact that you think the only way I could possibly best you is by having help. Now you didn't say that directly but its what you thought. You don't think a guy like me can beat you without help? Look at my track record. Multi time tag champ...former Gotham champion...former Mainstream World champion and a hall of famer. See Rayven sometimes you get yourself tied up in your own little bubble that you convince yourself you are so good that you are untouchable. You don't portray that publicly, but you feel that way.
Scotty continues staring at yhe camera.
Scotty Latimer : You wanted this fight so you got it. But be careful what you wish for. There is no way I am losing going into a Freedom title match. And I am especially not losing to you. And this time you will have to deal with losing to me straight up. And it will be straight up…
Scotty reaches down amd pulls out a barbed wire baseball back.
Scotty Latimer: Because Society? IF you do show up. You all will be wearing this barbed wire baseball bat.
Scltty syares at it then smirks as the camera feed fades away.
BACKSTAGE
Standing by backstage was none other than Rayven Hardy. She was wearing her ring gear with a t-shirt over top. The shirt said 'I hate Inspirational Quotes from Fake Bi****!', obviously a very on the nose shot at her current rival and former friend, Kenzie Rydell.
Rayven Hardy: This match is one that I've been looking forward to since the return edition of Freedom. I have so much respect for Scotty, but I felt a certain way after he took advantage of that cheap shot from Kenzie to pin me. It felt like he took a shortcut that he neccessarily didn't need. I'm not saying I'm above it, I've taken more than my share of shortcuts, particularly in Valiant, but I thought Scotty and I were better than that. One thing I do know is that a win over him puts me back in discussion to challenge for a championship. Scotty, mister co-number one contender, has a lot of pressure on his shoulders too. Either win and prove that him pinning me wasn't a fluke, or lose and give all of the momentum to Emery as they both compete for the top prize in Freedom.
Scotty, tonight is our night. We're in the headline match, meaning there's no reason why we can't steal the show. All I ask, is no bending the rules. If Kenzie shows up, and she probably will, let's fight her off together and then continue our match. I refuse to let her ruin everything for me week in and week out. And Kenzie? I promise if you come out to the ringside area during my match I'm not playing nice anymore.
Rayven exudes confidence as she prepares to head towards the ringside area but stops after hearing a voice behind her.
Voice: Rayven Hardy? This was sent anonymously for you. It's just my job to make sure you get it.
The young man walks over to Rayven and hands her an envelope before telling her to have a good night. Rayven slowly opens the envelope and pulls out a card. The front of the card said 'You can do it!' and as Rayven opens it up, it says 'He might have beat you before, but stay awake this time and I'm sure you stand a chance. Positive thoughts girly. Your Friend, KR'
Rayven rips the 'motivational' card up on the spot and drops it on the floor before stepping on it as she heads towards the ring!
Standing by backstage was none other than Rayven Hardy. She was wearing her ring gear with a t-shirt over top. The shirt said 'I hate Inspirational Quotes from Fake Bi****!', obviously a very on the nose shot at her current rival and former friend, Kenzie Rydell.
Rayven Hardy: This match is one that I've been looking forward to since the return edition of Freedom. I have so much respect for Scotty, but I felt a certain way after he took advantage of that cheap shot from Kenzie to pin me. It felt like he took a shortcut that he neccessarily didn't need. I'm not saying I'm above it, I've taken more than my share of shortcuts, particularly in Valiant, but I thought Scotty and I were better than that. One thing I do know is that a win over him puts me back in discussion to challenge for a championship. Scotty, mister co-number one contender, has a lot of pressure on his shoulders too. Either win and prove that him pinning me wasn't a fluke, or lose and give all of the momentum to Emery as they both compete for the top prize in Freedom.
Scotty, tonight is our night. We're in the headline match, meaning there's no reason why we can't steal the show. All I ask, is no bending the rules. If Kenzie shows up, and she probably will, let's fight her off together and then continue our match. I refuse to let her ruin everything for me week in and week out. And Kenzie? I promise if you come out to the ringside area during my match I'm not playing nice anymore.
Rayven exudes confidence as she prepares to head towards the ringside area but stops after hearing a voice behind her.
Voice: Rayven Hardy? This was sent anonymously for you. It's just my job to make sure you get it.
The young man walks over to Rayven and hands her an envelope before telling her to have a good night. Rayven slowly opens the envelope and pulls out a card. The front of the card said 'You can do it!' and as Rayven opens it up, it says 'He might have beat you before, but stay awake this time and I'm sure you stand a chance. Positive thoughts girly. Your Friend, KR'
Rayven rips the 'motivational' card up on the spot and drops it on the floor before stepping on it as she heads towards the ring!
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Scotty Latimer vs Rayven Hardy
Scotty Latimer vs Rayven Hardy
RECAP The two wrestlers slowly began circling the ring, waiting for the other to make the first move. Scotty is the first to do so as he lunged at Rayven to try and grab onto her. But Rayven knocked him back with a stiff kick. Rayven ran at Scotty and took him down to the mat with a flying lariat. Scotty bounced quickly back up to his feet, only to be met by another flying lariat from Rayven. Scotty stayed down for a moment this time as Rayven hit the ropes and delivered a leg drop across Scotty’s neck. Rayven rolled on top of him and went for an early cover, earning just a one-count though as Scotty powered out. Scotty tried to grab onto Rayven and keep her grounded, but Rayven instead rolled backwards off of him and up to her feet. Scotty followed but Rayven quickly ran at Scotty and hit a float-over DDT. As Scotty laid on the ground, Rayven got up to the top rope and jumped off with a double foot stomp across Scotty’s chest. Rayven once again went for a cover, but once again earned just a one-count. Rayven hopped back up and pulled Scotty up with her. She whipped Latimer towards the ropes...but reversed! Rayven doesn’t mind though as she hit the ropes and leaped into the air, taking Scotty down with a flying crossbody. Rayven got up to her feet, in control of the early stages of the match. But she knows she has to keep the pace up and not let Scotty slow her down and bring her into a grappling match. Rayven jumped off the ropes to try to hit a springboard spin kick, but somehow Scotty dodged it. As Rayven landed on the mat, Scotty grabbed her and hit a northern lights suplex! Scotty dropped to the ground with Rayven and controlled her in a headlock, trying to wear her down. Scotty transitioned to a chicken wing lock and tried to lock in a double, but Rayven managed to work her way back to her feet. But Scotty quickly slammed Rayven back down with a belly to back suplex. Scotty continued to work Rayven over on the mat. Every time Rayven managed to get to her feet, Scotty managed to get control. Latimer leaned on Rayven in the corner, delivering some stiff knees to her stomach. Scotty whipped Rayven across the ring, and off the rebound delivered a dropkick to her knee. Scotty rolled back up to his feet before DDTing Rayven directly into the ma. He hooked Rayven’s leg but got a two-count only. Scotty doesn’t waste any time, trying to lock in a leg submission but Rayven kicked him off. Scotty went to charge back at Rayven but she took him out with a superkick from out of nowhere. Rayven looked around before pointing to the turnbuckle and the fans cheered. Rayven climbed it but then suddenly, “Wide Awake” by Hot Milk blared over the PA system! That is Kenzie Rydell’s music! Rayven looked at the entrance ramp but nothing! She took her eyes off Scotty though and he quickly scaled the turnbuckle and threw Rayven off of it and onto the canvas! Scotty wasted no time and leveled Hardy with a Final Wave!! Rayven was done for! He pinned her and picked up the big win! WINNER Scotty Latimer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:21 FINISHING MOVE Final Wave |
BACKSTAGE
Her legs dangle over the side of a big black box intended to carry arena equipment as we approach. Black beanie, black leather jacket over her wrestling gear, Emery Layton has a yo-yo which she is moving up and down. Her phone sits on the side, playing Kate Bush’s Hounds Of Love album at a low, soft volume. This is her space, and we are merely observers. Well, until she notices us. And then lets out a little ‘oh fuck’ under her breath as she grins at us and loses her rhythm of her yo-yo. Winding it back up, she begins to speak to us in that somewhat unplaceable accent of hers.
Emery Layton: Hiya. Alright, I won’t lie to you, cos I feel like we can be honest with each other, you and me. See the thing is I used to properly enjoy Mondays. Like, it’s the start of a new week, innit? The last week is gone, time to start afresh and do some new, cool shit, know what I mean? That kinda thing. But lately I’m kinda getting why people have a bit of a thing about them now.
Emery shoves the yo-yo on the side as she brings her legs up onto the box and crosses them in full Lotus position. We hear them crack a bit as she does, because we’ve caught her before she’s stretched.
Emery Layton: Right, so here I am, tryna look ahead to the Hell In A Cell, to TJ Techniques and the Freedom Championship, but instead I gotta keep looking over my shoulder. I gotta main event tonight where I get to face TJ and Brendan Samuels, two guys I’ve never faced before, and this could be a real chance to have a proper good match that Boston loves, but instead I gotta keep a keen eye on Blyss Lockhart. Told Lily Callaghan last week I don’t trust her, and here she as my partner. On top of that, I gotta be ready for any uninvited visitors who might show up in the main event, like they do every week, because Lily and Nathan are having a bit of a domestic across two nights a week.
She exhales and leaves a little bit of a pregnant pause, letting her exasperation subside a bit, as she now speaks a little more calmly.
Emery Layton: Y’know the older I get, the more I keep seeing the same stuff over and over and just getting tired of it. I saw my mate last week and she went "you look knackered, what's up?" and my answer was this place. I didn’t come back for this. Ah, hell, let's go back further- I didn’t abandon my family and run away all them years ago for this. But this Freedom vs Liberation thing is gonna keep happening whether we want it to or not. War’s started, nothing we can do. Nathan and Lily ain't listening to us, they don't care about us. And the people who wanna fight it are gonna do just that. Me though?
With an exaggerated thumbs down motion, she loudly blows a raspberry right at us.
Emery Layton: Nah. I don’t want no part of it. Nuh-uh. Only thing that matters to me right now is winning the Freedom Championship, and wrestling the excellent talent we already got here. I ain’t a pawn in nobody’s game of checkers so don’t even try. As for Lily? There’s an old saying my Grandma used to use all the time- when a clown moves into the palace, they don’t become royalty. The palace becomes the circus. Always stuck with me, that. So you can sow all you want, Lil, I ain’t reaping nothing for ya.
With all of that said, Em picks her yo-yo back up and goes back to what she was doing. We back out slowly, leaving her exactly as we found her as the segment fades out.
Her legs dangle over the side of a big black box intended to carry arena equipment as we approach. Black beanie, black leather jacket over her wrestling gear, Emery Layton has a yo-yo which she is moving up and down. Her phone sits on the side, playing Kate Bush’s Hounds Of Love album at a low, soft volume. This is her space, and we are merely observers. Well, until she notices us. And then lets out a little ‘oh fuck’ under her breath as she grins at us and loses her rhythm of her yo-yo. Winding it back up, she begins to speak to us in that somewhat unplaceable accent of hers.
Emery Layton: Hiya. Alright, I won’t lie to you, cos I feel like we can be honest with each other, you and me. See the thing is I used to properly enjoy Mondays. Like, it’s the start of a new week, innit? The last week is gone, time to start afresh and do some new, cool shit, know what I mean? That kinda thing. But lately I’m kinda getting why people have a bit of a thing about them now.
Emery shoves the yo-yo on the side as she brings her legs up onto the box and crosses them in full Lotus position. We hear them crack a bit as she does, because we’ve caught her before she’s stretched.
Emery Layton: Right, so here I am, tryna look ahead to the Hell In A Cell, to TJ Techniques and the Freedom Championship, but instead I gotta keep looking over my shoulder. I gotta main event tonight where I get to face TJ and Brendan Samuels, two guys I’ve never faced before, and this could be a real chance to have a proper good match that Boston loves, but instead I gotta keep a keen eye on Blyss Lockhart. Told Lily Callaghan last week I don’t trust her, and here she as my partner. On top of that, I gotta be ready for any uninvited visitors who might show up in the main event, like they do every week, because Lily and Nathan are having a bit of a domestic across two nights a week.
She exhales and leaves a little bit of a pregnant pause, letting her exasperation subside a bit, as she now speaks a little more calmly.
Emery Layton: Y’know the older I get, the more I keep seeing the same stuff over and over and just getting tired of it. I saw my mate last week and she went "you look knackered, what's up?" and my answer was this place. I didn’t come back for this. Ah, hell, let's go back further- I didn’t abandon my family and run away all them years ago for this. But this Freedom vs Liberation thing is gonna keep happening whether we want it to or not. War’s started, nothing we can do. Nathan and Lily ain't listening to us, they don't care about us. And the people who wanna fight it are gonna do just that. Me though?
With an exaggerated thumbs down motion, she loudly blows a raspberry right at us.
Emery Layton: Nah. I don’t want no part of it. Nuh-uh. Only thing that matters to me right now is winning the Freedom Championship, and wrestling the excellent talent we already got here. I ain’t a pawn in nobody’s game of checkers so don’t even try. As for Lily? There’s an old saying my Grandma used to use all the time- when a clown moves into the palace, they don’t become royalty. The palace becomes the circus. Always stuck with me, that. So you can sow all you want, Lil, I ain’t reaping nothing for ya.
With all of that said, Em picks her yo-yo back up and goes back to what she was doing. We back out slowly, leaving her exactly as we found her as the segment fades out.
BACKSTAGE
Freedom continues as we fade backstage. The reigning Freedom champion TJ Techniques is sanding by. There's not a lot of pomp & circumstance with TJ tonight. He's ready to get right to it.
TJ Techniques: You know somethin'... would think that I would be in a good mood right now. I'm one of the top guys in this company. I've got THE top championship on this brand and I've found myself in another main event. But I've always kept it 100 with y'all and tonight won't be any different. Right now, I'm annoyed. I'm pissed off. I'm slowly but surely reaching my wits end. Three weeks ago, the match between myself and Derrick La'Bell was ruined thanks to Blyss Lockhart inserting herself in matters that didn't involve her ass. Thanks to her and Lily Callaghan, Derrick was under the impression that we were all in cahoots. He thought that this was one big plot to stick it to Liberation and that I was in on it. Lily's issues with Big Nate are as clear as day. But thankfully, cooler heads finally prevailed, Derrick listened to reason and understood that I had no prior knowledge of your actions that night. Me and Derrick? We're cool again. You and me, though, Blyss? Eh, not so much. See, I'm of the belief that I don't need nobody's help to beat Derrick La'Bell. Thanks to you, though, the outcome of that match will always be muddied and the questions will continue swirl around who is better between me and him. That don't sit right with me, Blyss and that's something you're gonna have to answer for tonight.
TJ shrugs before continuing.
TJ Techniques: But who knows, I may not get the chance to knock you upside your head because you seemed to have made a big enemy out of the man I'm sharing a corner with tonight. Me and Brendan, we don't got a lot in common. We've barely said five words to each other since the Re-Re-Return of Liberty. I'm not gone act like I know the man. But I know this, though. He owes you a receipt for leveling him with that steel chair last week. He owes you for that attack on Skylar and I'll be damned if I'm gonna stop the pirate from gettin him some get back.
TJ shakes his head and mouths "no sir".
TJ Techniques: As far as you go, Emery, it's nothing personal. You and me? We're good. You've spoken highly of me. You allowed me to participate at the first Emeryville event. I know you respect me and I've got all the respect in the world for you. Tonight, though? You just happen to be across the ring from The Funky Technician, which is the wrong side of the ring.
TJ mouths "it is" before continuing.
TJ Techniques: Last week, I told you and Scotty that I would call it right down the middle and that's exactly what I did. If I was a coward, I would have tried to play games. You know, make fast counts for one of you and slow counts for the other... letting submissions stay on for longer than five seconds even after one of you already grabbed the rope. If I was a coward, I was have bailed as soon as Society's Rejects popped up. Instead, I fought alongside you and should shit pop off again, which seems to be a reoccurring theme here in Freedom main events, then I'll gladly do it again. We've both had it up to here with Freedom main events being ruined. I'm not about to let the match between me, you and Scotty be ruined. With that being said, tonight, I'm going hard in that main event. I've come here tonight to show up and show out and when it's all said and done, you'll be looking at one of the men that gets their arms raised. But there won't be no controversy this time around. There won't be any questions following the event. You won't hear people saying, "well, what would have happened if..." Nah. Tonight's outcome is gonna be clear, concise and definitive. I'm gonna put it down. I'm gonna put y'all down. Then I'm gonna get my hand raised and the only help I'll need... is from Brendan Samuels. Now peep that.
Freedom continues as we fade backstage. The reigning Freedom champion TJ Techniques is sanding by. There's not a lot of pomp & circumstance with TJ tonight. He's ready to get right to it.
TJ Techniques: You know somethin'... would think that I would be in a good mood right now. I'm one of the top guys in this company. I've got THE top championship on this brand and I've found myself in another main event. But I've always kept it 100 with y'all and tonight won't be any different. Right now, I'm annoyed. I'm pissed off. I'm slowly but surely reaching my wits end. Three weeks ago, the match between myself and Derrick La'Bell was ruined thanks to Blyss Lockhart inserting herself in matters that didn't involve her ass. Thanks to her and Lily Callaghan, Derrick was under the impression that we were all in cahoots. He thought that this was one big plot to stick it to Liberation and that I was in on it. Lily's issues with Big Nate are as clear as day. But thankfully, cooler heads finally prevailed, Derrick listened to reason and understood that I had no prior knowledge of your actions that night. Me and Derrick? We're cool again. You and me, though, Blyss? Eh, not so much. See, I'm of the belief that I don't need nobody's help to beat Derrick La'Bell. Thanks to you, though, the outcome of that match will always be muddied and the questions will continue swirl around who is better between me and him. That don't sit right with me, Blyss and that's something you're gonna have to answer for tonight.
TJ shrugs before continuing.
TJ Techniques: But who knows, I may not get the chance to knock you upside your head because you seemed to have made a big enemy out of the man I'm sharing a corner with tonight. Me and Brendan, we don't got a lot in common. We've barely said five words to each other since the Re-Re-Return of Liberty. I'm not gone act like I know the man. But I know this, though. He owes you a receipt for leveling him with that steel chair last week. He owes you for that attack on Skylar and I'll be damned if I'm gonna stop the pirate from gettin him some get back.
TJ shakes his head and mouths "no sir".
TJ Techniques: As far as you go, Emery, it's nothing personal. You and me? We're good. You've spoken highly of me. You allowed me to participate at the first Emeryville event. I know you respect me and I've got all the respect in the world for you. Tonight, though? You just happen to be across the ring from The Funky Technician, which is the wrong side of the ring.
TJ mouths "it is" before continuing.
TJ Techniques: Last week, I told you and Scotty that I would call it right down the middle and that's exactly what I did. If I was a coward, I would have tried to play games. You know, make fast counts for one of you and slow counts for the other... letting submissions stay on for longer than five seconds even after one of you already grabbed the rope. If I was a coward, I was have bailed as soon as Society's Rejects popped up. Instead, I fought alongside you and should shit pop off again, which seems to be a reoccurring theme here in Freedom main events, then I'll gladly do it again. We've both had it up to here with Freedom main events being ruined. I'm not about to let the match between me, you and Scotty be ruined. With that being said, tonight, I'm going hard in that main event. I've come here tonight to show up and show out and when it's all said and done, you'll be looking at one of the men that gets their arms raised. But there won't be no controversy this time around. There won't be any questions following the event. You won't hear people saying, "well, what would have happened if..." Nah. Tonight's outcome is gonna be clear, concise and definitive. I'm gonna put it down. I'm gonna put y'all down. Then I'm gonna get my hand raised and the only help I'll need... is from Brendan Samuels. Now peep that.
MAIN EVENT: TAG
Brendan Samuels & TJ Techniques vs Blyss Lockhart & Emery Layton
Brendan Samuels & TJ Techniques vs Blyss Lockhart & Emery Layton
RECAP The match begins with Emery immediately running down Brendan with a clothesline. Emery goes for another attempt but Brendan counters with an armdrag counter before dishing out vicious leg kicks. Emery backs away but only to hop back in with a body kick. Brendan catches her leg and throws it back down before going for a clothesline. Emery ducks and hits Brendan with a well-timed superkick. Samuels staggers back and Emery looks to grab him but Samuels reverses with an arm wrench. Brendan proceeds with more vicious body kicks. Emery doubles over and Brendan now hits her with a forearm smash. Clutching her face, Emery staggers in a daze as Brendan quickly tags in the Freedom Champion. With the crowd’s support, Brendan drops Emery with a swinging neckbreaker and TJ leaps in with a double hop moonsault. As soon as TJ goes for the cover, Blyss dives in for the save with a vicious stomp on his back. TJ rises to his feet to confront Blyss but Blyss headbutts him first, there’s clear tension between these two! The referee shoots Blyss a warning. Brendan immediately rushes to his partner’s aid but the referee blocks him, instructing him to return to the outside corner. Holding her forehead, Blyss retreats to her own corner with a satisfying grin. This gives Emery enough time to regain her bearings and take down TJ with a snap bridging german suplex. The referee counts Emery’s pin before TJ kicks out at two. Emery places TJ on the bottom rope and tags in Lockhart, who starts to stomp away at Techniques back. Blyss then chokes out TJ on the rope and the referee starts to count but Blyss lets go after four. Yelling in protest, Brendan moves closer around the ring ropes which catches the referee’s attention. The ref rushes to separate Blyss from TJ who then struggles to his feet. As TJ staggers around the ring to get some distance, Blyss dashes past TJ for a rebound clothesline that knocks TJ to the mat. With the Freedom Champion on his back, Blyss steals another opportunity as she swoops down on TJ but TJ preemptively kicks her face. Blyss falls back, clutching her face. TJ takes her down with a snap suplex before going for the quick cover, only getting a two-count. Both return to the vertical base and TJ charges at Blyss who counters with an arm drag. TJ stands just as Blyss comes charging and evades Matrix-style before catching her with a handstand headscissors takedown. That slows down Blyss for a second but she quickly gets ro her feet. Blyss taunts TJ to come at her again before taking him down with yet another arm drag which she connects with an aggressive armbar on the landing. TJ yells out in pain as he struggles to his feet. Blyss hung on tight but TJ was able to headbutt Blyss before shoving her off! TJ then dives in and tags in Brendan! FINALLY! Samuels vs Lockhart is here! The crowd bursts into cheers as Brendan rushes in. At the same time though, Blyss immediately turns and tags in Emery. Not thinking much of that, Brendan and Emery rush to the center to fight. Emery wastes no time to serve up a hard knee into the midsection and as Brendan drops on his knees, Emery continues to clobber his back with vicious overhand punches. Emery then smashes Brendan’s face first into the nearest turnbuckle before Irish whipping him to the opposite corner. But Brendan reverses the throw, sending Emery there instead. Emery uses the momentum to throw himself over the ropes and out of harm’s way as Brendan comes charging in. They trade punches until Emery blocks to counter with a jawbreaker. Brendan staggers back and Emery returns inside the ring to take him down with a huge crooked arm lariat. Emery goes for the pin and TJ prepares to rush into the ring but gets his leg yanked from underneath him by Blyss. Brendan somehow gets his shoulder up before three anyway which annoys Emery as she pulls Brendan to his feet and starts throwing forearm shots to the head. Brendan fights back in the exchange before Emery irish whips him to the other side. Brendan bounces off the ropes and ducks as Emery looks for a clothesline. Gaining more speed, Brendan rebounds again and hits a running calf kick that knocks Emery straight to the mat. The fight of TJ and Blyss from the outside has now spilled inside of the ring. Brendan can’t help but set his gaze on Blyss! He goes after her, going for a lariat but Blyss pulls the referee in front of her. Brendan stops in his tracks but he was going too fast and he barely hits the referee, knocking him down. Blyss LOW BLOWS Samuels and his ship goes sailing! He’s down! But Blyss pays for this as TJ levels her with Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike), which sends her flying out of the ring! TJ doesn’t see Emery though, he leaps off of the top rope and hits the champ with The Prikasa (Top Rope Diving Cutter)! Emery sets her sights on the groggy Brendan, who’s holding onto his lower region in pain. She then takes him out with Wuthering Heights (Double Somersault Smash) and right on top because out comes a new referee as Emery makes the pin and she gets the three count and the win!! The bell rings and Blyss comes into the ring with a chair, she’s looking to do more damage to Brendan but Emery pulls the chair away from her. Blyss yells at Emery and as Layton motions towards her, Blyss rolls out of the ring and backs off with an evil grin on her face. WINNER Emery Layton & Blyss Lockhart METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:12 FINISHING MOVE Wuthering Heights |