Post by Jade Night on Feb 8, 2022 12:09:25 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Fifteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, February 7th, 2022
Episode Fifteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, February 7th, 2022
OPENING SEGMENT
Fade in on the childlike bedroom of Syn, miles away from the carnage of tonight’s Freedom. The foreground is filled with stuffed animals and collectibles from various video game franchises. The figures are arranged into an audience of sorts, facing a massive stuffed Pikachu who’s lauding over his subjects from atop a gaming chair. Syn’s smiling face pokes into the shot, her hair in bushy pigtails as her voice bellows out.
Syn: Hear ye, hear ye!! Court is now in session. The honorable Judge Pikachu presiding.
She grins so much that her nose wrinkles.
Syn: You’ve all heard of kangaroo court, right? Well, allow me to welcome you to Pikachu court!!
Syn claps and cups her hands to her mouth to imitate crowd noise before breaking into an announcer voice.
Syn: You are about to enter the courtroom of Judge Pikachu. The people are real, the cases are real, the audience is mostly fake but the rulings are final. Let’s get this shit started.
Syn carries the camera over to a flip chart seated on an easel. On the first page of the chart is a hastily drawn stick figure with messy hair and a full beard. The word “Dante” is written above it.
Syn: I present to you the defendant in this case, one Dante Locke… AKA The Hellhound… AKA The Sperm-burper… AKA the pencil-dicked asshole who smashed my face into the floor.
She takes a moment to gesture towards her face while smiling brightly for the camera, the bruising still quite evident.
Syn: Seriously, who would ever want to smash this face? I mean smash in a violent way. Cuz plenty of people would looooove to smash this face in a sexual way… if you catch my drift.
Syn waggles her eyebrows but then her eyes suddenly go wide.
Syn: Not that anyone else could smash this face that way. Only Becky!
She snaps her gaze towards some of the stuffed animals in the corner.
Syn: SHUT UP!! NO COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY!!
Syn clears her throat, takes a deep breath and smiles big for the camera.
Syn: Now where was I? Ah yes, the case against Mr. Locke.
She points the camera towards her monitor and the events from last week play out, she stops just as Dante Locke savagely drives her face into the pavement with his finisher. When the camera pans back to Syn she’s suddenly wearing glasses, apparently to make her look more lawyerly.
Syn: As the court can clearly see Mr. Locke displayed extreme malice while attempting to send his victim Straight to Hell, which happens to be the name of his brutal and extremely unnecessary finishing move. There were several alternatives Mr. Locke could’ve employed to restrain the victim but he chose the most barbaric method possible. Therefore it is our opinion that he should receive the maximum punishment allowed under the rules of this court… death!
Syn gasps in response to her own words since no one else in attendance can actually gasp… or talk… or even breathe.
Syn: That’s right, death. This court finds you fully culpable for your actions on the evening of January 31st, Mr. Locke. While it’s true that Lily Callaghan was the mastermind behind this heinous attack you must be held accountable for your role. When you lie down with dogs Mr. Locke, you sometimes smell their farts.
She whips off her glasses for dramatic effect and tears a page from the flip chart, revealing the same hastily drawn stick figure now engulfed by flames, very sloppy flames.
Syn: It only seems appropriate that “The Hellhound…”
Yes, she airquoted that.
Syn: …be cast back into the same flames from whence he came. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bygones to bygones and whatever else they say. So tonight Dante, tonight you will feel MY wraith and you will pay the iron price.
She slinks in close so that her bruised face fills the frame.
Syn: I want you to know that this was me, JUST me. I don’t need Bex or Jack or even that fat fuck Hector to fight my battles. I have will and I have resources and when you have those there’s always a way. I hope you spend tonight looking over your shoulder and then, when you least expect it, when you feel safest of all I hope your world goes up in flames. THAT is the price you pay for underestimating me… and should you survive, when Blyss and Lily visit you in the hospital, please tell them they’re next.
She abruptly leaves the frame and the shot closes tight on Judge Pikachu while Syn attempts to replicate ominous music in the background.
Syn: DUN DUN DUN!!
The scene fades to black.
Fade in on the childlike bedroom of Syn, miles away from the carnage of tonight’s Freedom. The foreground is filled with stuffed animals and collectibles from various video game franchises. The figures are arranged into an audience of sorts, facing a massive stuffed Pikachu who’s lauding over his subjects from atop a gaming chair. Syn’s smiling face pokes into the shot, her hair in bushy pigtails as her voice bellows out.
Syn: Hear ye, hear ye!! Court is now in session. The honorable Judge Pikachu presiding.
She grins so much that her nose wrinkles.
Syn: You’ve all heard of kangaroo court, right? Well, allow me to welcome you to Pikachu court!!
Syn claps and cups her hands to her mouth to imitate crowd noise before breaking into an announcer voice.
Syn: You are about to enter the courtroom of Judge Pikachu. The people are real, the cases are real, the audience is mostly fake but the rulings are final. Let’s get this shit started.
Syn carries the camera over to a flip chart seated on an easel. On the first page of the chart is a hastily drawn stick figure with messy hair and a full beard. The word “Dante” is written above it.
Syn: I present to you the defendant in this case, one Dante Locke… AKA The Hellhound… AKA The Sperm-burper… AKA the pencil-dicked asshole who smashed my face into the floor.
She takes a moment to gesture towards her face while smiling brightly for the camera, the bruising still quite evident.
Syn: Seriously, who would ever want to smash this face? I mean smash in a violent way. Cuz plenty of people would looooove to smash this face in a sexual way… if you catch my drift.
Syn waggles her eyebrows but then her eyes suddenly go wide.
Syn: Not that anyone else could smash this face that way. Only Becky!
She snaps her gaze towards some of the stuffed animals in the corner.
Syn: SHUT UP!! NO COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY!!
Syn clears her throat, takes a deep breath and smiles big for the camera.
Syn: Now where was I? Ah yes, the case against Mr. Locke.
She points the camera towards her monitor and the events from last week play out, she stops just as Dante Locke savagely drives her face into the pavement with his finisher. When the camera pans back to Syn she’s suddenly wearing glasses, apparently to make her look more lawyerly.
Syn: As the court can clearly see Mr. Locke displayed extreme malice while attempting to send his victim Straight to Hell, which happens to be the name of his brutal and extremely unnecessary finishing move. There were several alternatives Mr. Locke could’ve employed to restrain the victim but he chose the most barbaric method possible. Therefore it is our opinion that he should receive the maximum punishment allowed under the rules of this court… death!
Syn gasps in response to her own words since no one else in attendance can actually gasp… or talk… or even breathe.
Syn: That’s right, death. This court finds you fully culpable for your actions on the evening of January 31st, Mr. Locke. While it’s true that Lily Callaghan was the mastermind behind this heinous attack you must be held accountable for your role. When you lie down with dogs Mr. Locke, you sometimes smell their farts.
She whips off her glasses for dramatic effect and tears a page from the flip chart, revealing the same hastily drawn stick figure now engulfed by flames, very sloppy flames.
Syn: It only seems appropriate that “The Hellhound…”
Yes, she airquoted that.
Syn: …be cast back into the same flames from whence he came. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bygones to bygones and whatever else they say. So tonight Dante, tonight you will feel MY wraith and you will pay the iron price.
She slinks in close so that her bruised face fills the frame.
Syn: I want you to know that this was me, JUST me. I don’t need Bex or Jack or even that fat fuck Hector to fight my battles. I have will and I have resources and when you have those there’s always a way. I hope you spend tonight looking over your shoulder and then, when you least expect it, when you feel safest of all I hope your world goes up in flames. THAT is the price you pay for underestimating me… and should you survive, when Blyss and Lily visit you in the hospital, please tell them they’re next.
She abruptly leaves the frame and the shot closes tight on Judge Pikachu while Syn attempts to replicate ominous music in the background.
Syn: DUN DUN DUN!!
The scene fades to black.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Dex Morant vs Dante Locke
Dex Morant vs Dante Locke
RECAP With Dex Morant already in the ring “Wolves of War” by Burn Halo plays and “The Hellhound” Dante Lock steps through the curtain. He looks confident as he saunters his way across the stage and starts down the ramp towards the ring. Dante raises his hands in the air, flipping double birds to the jeering fans when suddenly the pyro along the ramp goes off unexpectedly. It’s not just Dante’s pyro, or some of the pyro, it’s ALL the pyro rigged for the entire night exploding at once. The Hellhound drops to his knees and shields his face as he’s engulfed by a deluge of pyrotechnics. The fans along the ramp recoil and scream out in horror as emergency services rush the scene, using fire extinguishers to put out the flickering flames along the sides of the ramp. EMT’s cover Locke with a heavy blanket, smothering his body but his beard appears to be aflame. Dante screams out in pain as he swats at the flames and eventually stifles the tinders on his face. He insists he can walk but a stretcher is brought out and he has no choice but to take an ambulance ride to the hospital. At the top of the ramp a frantic Blyss Lockhart is trying to check on him but she’s held back by security personnel urging her to let the paramedics do their work. As Dante’s spirited away by the medial team and confusion reigns the scene fades out. WINNER N/A METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
A camera shows the back of Matthews Arena as Jackson arrives. He gives a small smirk as he is stopped before he can even get into the arena.
Jackson: I suppose you want me to say something about my match tonight against Eve, yea?
Jackson walks over to the side of the arena and leans up against it.
Jackson: Well first things first. I don’t exactly enjoy the fact I lost last week. That title? King if NY? It should be MINE. I am the one from New York. I’m the one that was born and raised there. But whatever.
He slams his hand against the side of the arena as he shakes his head his face already almost red but slowly calms himself down.
Jackson: Tonight I got a match against Eve. My second career match to be exact. I’m not coming into this match thinking I’m gonna lose. I can’t lose this match. Why? Because I can’t start my career 0-2. That would look bad on me and New York. Hell we’re in Boston. The worst city in the World. I lost here last week somehow which was already embarrassing for the city of New York. But let’s get past that shall we?
Jackson looks at his hand which was still stinging and red from how hard he hit the side and shakes it a bit.
Jackson: I know you’re gonna wanna go out there and take this W, Eve. I mean who doesn’t want to win all the time right? I get it. But just like I have other things, I’ll be taking and keeping the W. If anything my past before wrestling. Me not having the most innocent of backgrounds may even help me win. Believe me when I say you don’t want to piss me off and beat me. I can guarantee you that. You do it won’t be pretty. On multiple fronts.
A smirk from Jackson as he looks at the camera.
Jackson: I’m taking this. Add it to my collection of things at my house.
As he rips the camera away he walks off.
A camera shows the back of Matthews Arena as Jackson arrives. He gives a small smirk as he is stopped before he can even get into the arena.
Jackson: I suppose you want me to say something about my match tonight against Eve, yea?
Jackson walks over to the side of the arena and leans up against it.
Jackson: Well first things first. I don’t exactly enjoy the fact I lost last week. That title? King if NY? It should be MINE. I am the one from New York. I’m the one that was born and raised there. But whatever.
He slams his hand against the side of the arena as he shakes his head his face already almost red but slowly calms himself down.
Jackson: Tonight I got a match against Eve. My second career match to be exact. I’m not coming into this match thinking I’m gonna lose. I can’t lose this match. Why? Because I can’t start my career 0-2. That would look bad on me and New York. Hell we’re in Boston. The worst city in the World. I lost here last week somehow which was already embarrassing for the city of New York. But let’s get past that shall we?
Jackson looks at his hand which was still stinging and red from how hard he hit the side and shakes it a bit.
Jackson: I know you’re gonna wanna go out there and take this W, Eve. I mean who doesn’t want to win all the time right? I get it. But just like I have other things, I’ll be taking and keeping the W. If anything my past before wrestling. Me not having the most innocent of backgrounds may even help me win. Believe me when I say you don’t want to piss me off and beat me. I can guarantee you that. You do it won’t be pretty. On multiple fronts.
A smirk from Jackson as he looks at the camera.
Jackson: I’m taking this. Add it to my collection of things at my house.
As he rips the camera away he walks off.
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up to Eve O'Donnell in the locker room, she's pacing back and forth,.her face is emotionless, she slowly turns her head toward the camera.
Eve O'Donnell: Looks LIke Liberty will be my home company for awhile….since Slaugherthouse is closing….I'm keeping the Brightburn Championship by the way.
A smirk spreads across her lips.
Eve O'Donnell: That just means I can focus on showing everyone here that I am the future of this company. Lil piss Ant already found out. Now I'm up against some clown named Jackson….what, he couldn't think of a full name to call himself?
She chuckles slightly.
Eve O'Donnell: I don't get booked for two weeks, and this is the best they give me? Oh well, just another chance to prove who the baddest bitch in the locker room is. I look forward to the match, I look forward to the boos from the idiots in the crowd. Tonight the is my night. Hell, every night I'm in the ring is my night.
She stops pacing and looks directly into the camera.
Eve O'Donnell: Jackson, this isn't going to end well for you, I promise…..but at least you'll be able to say you got beat by The Goddess.
She begins pacing again, pulls her hoodie over her head and ignores the camera, it slowly fades to black.
The scene opens up to Eve O'Donnell in the locker room, she's pacing back and forth,.her face is emotionless, she slowly turns her head toward the camera.
Eve O'Donnell: Looks LIke Liberty will be my home company for awhile….since Slaugherthouse is closing….I'm keeping the Brightburn Championship by the way.
A smirk spreads across her lips.
Eve O'Donnell: That just means I can focus on showing everyone here that I am the future of this company. Lil piss Ant already found out. Now I'm up against some clown named Jackson….what, he couldn't think of a full name to call himself?
She chuckles slightly.
Eve O'Donnell: I don't get booked for two weeks, and this is the best they give me? Oh well, just another chance to prove who the baddest bitch in the locker room is. I look forward to the match, I look forward to the boos from the idiots in the crowd. Tonight the is my night. Hell, every night I'm in the ring is my night.
She stops pacing and looks directly into the camera.
Eve O'Donnell: Jackson, this isn't going to end well for you, I promise…..but at least you'll be able to say you got beat by The Goddess.
She begins pacing again, pulls her hoodie over her head and ignores the camera, it slowly fades to black.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Jackson vs Eve O’Donnell
Jackson vs Eve O’Donnell
RECAP Before the match could start, Eve attacked Jackson from behind as he made his entrance. Eve had been begging to be booked for weeks and she had enough. She dragged Jackson to the ring and demanded the referee ring the bell. He did so and Eve went to work, trying to end this one quickly. The Slaughterhouse Brightburn Champion showed her power and strength, hitting Jackson with a plethora of arm drags and suplexes and she did not let up. Jackson eventually played dirty as well, taking O’Donnell out with a thumb to the eye that was followed by a snap DDT. He had a rough few weeks and wanted to have a strong showing and he did so here, controlling the second half of the match. Jackson almost had the win in the bag but O’Donnell hit him with a kick to the balls with the referee turned around and she then nailed Jackson with Broken Dreams (Stunner). Eve pinned and got the three count and the win. WINNER Eve O’Donnell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:43 FINISHING MOVE Broken Dreams |
BACKSTAGE
As the camera cuts to a small spare room backstage, Marisol Vilaro leads a class through some stretching exercises. Though she can be seen, her words aren’t quite audible towards the sporty college students uniformed in white rainbow holographic military fatigues. Though their faces are non-descript, a few could be traced back to the night the group rallied around Kenzie at Freedom episode 13 before attacking Scotty Latimer & Emery Layton on their Luminary’s behalf. The fanatics seemed a little more organized now, lined up in front of their trainer while the object of their devotion’s seen off to the side hugging the woman known as none other than the AGW World Heavyweight Champion, Penelope! Soon, the two seperate, exchanging smiles.
Kenzie: Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit, Pen. I really appreciate it! With all these brand invasions happening lately, I needed a distraction.
Penelope just gives a light shrug, which belies her motivations given away by the smirk she wears.
Penelope: Well, I tend to stay out of matters that don't concern me. At least as far as these silly games between the boys and girls are concerned. As for taking the time...you better than most should realize I make the time for those who matter. It was no trouble at all, Kenz.
Kenzie: Well, I’m glad. I’d rather not get involved in all that brand supremecy brooding, if I’m honest. It’s starting to feel like bloodshed for bloodshed’s sake, and I’d rather focus on what’s in front of me. That makes sense, right?
Penelope nods, placing a well intentioned hand on her friend's shoulder.
Penelope: But of course it is. Eyes forward after all right...your focus determines your reality. Now, in saying that there are times when blood must be split. However, it should never have been in the name of a dick measuring contest.
The perky brunette nods in agreement with a proud smile, then gestures towards the room. Marisol then takes the group over and shows them the next exercise starting from a push up position, having them move from one side to the other while doing a push up. Of course, a lot of them are on their knees while doing it.
Kenzie: Anyway, Mari’s helping me train a few friends of mine, see? These guys tried to defend me against Emery & Scotty at Freedom episode 13, but it didn’t exactly go well.
Penelope: Yeah, I saw that...but you had to give them an "A" for effort right?
She looks over at the group, some of whom were visibly struggling for various reasons. She lets out a small chuckle as she looks back at Kenzie.
Penelope: Okay, so maybe a lowercase "a".
The Luminary shakes her head with a small knowing smirk, disappointed in her fanatic’s performance thus far.
Kenzie: I’m sure there will be plenty of time for them to redeem themselves, mhm.
Penelope watches her and looks back at the Fanatics.
Penelope: I'm sure once they have their feet under them, they won't let you down. Besides, Confucius said 'the Journey of one thousand miles, begins with a single step' after all.
A couple of the devotees start to argue with one another about who’s fault it was for their loss at Freedom episode 13, though Marisol breaks them up right before Kenzie can get involved. The Luminary puts her hands behind her back and raises her nose, in deep thought while the group starts to do a different exercise.
Kenzie: Tonight, I have to be focused on Scotty Latimer, though. He’s a contender for the Freedom Championship, after all. Even if I did do most of the work for him to get him there when I Photon Kicked Rayven out of mid-air. You’ve fought him once or twice, haven’t you, Penny? You know what I’m up against here.
Penelope: Oh, Scotty from marketing? Oh yeah...I know…
She rolls her eyes.
Penelope: First match in AGW was a three way with Eric Donavan, him, and me. Lights got out during the match cus of course they do. They come back on, I drive my knee into his face and get the 1-2-3. And then I get tweet after slanderous tweet of his bitching and moaning about the injustice of it all. About how I'm a useless lying turd or some nonsense, I stopped paying attention after a while.
Kenzie: It seems like it’s Scotty’s fault for not acting quick enough when the power went back on, no? You have to be ready for anything! And quickness should be an important focus to every athlete’s training regime worth their salt.
Penelope: You know that, and I know that but him? It's everyone's fault but his own. No personal accountability, no taking ownership of his own performances. Just lashing out and playing the blame game in an attempt to deflect attention from himself. Despite the fact I had nothing to do with the lights, which also had an issue on the match after that one. So, be prepared for a whole lot of salt after you win.
Kenzie agrees as Freedom continues.
As the camera cuts to a small spare room backstage, Marisol Vilaro leads a class through some stretching exercises. Though she can be seen, her words aren’t quite audible towards the sporty college students uniformed in white rainbow holographic military fatigues. Though their faces are non-descript, a few could be traced back to the night the group rallied around Kenzie at Freedom episode 13 before attacking Scotty Latimer & Emery Layton on their Luminary’s behalf. The fanatics seemed a little more organized now, lined up in front of their trainer while the object of their devotion’s seen off to the side hugging the woman known as none other than the AGW World Heavyweight Champion, Penelope! Soon, the two seperate, exchanging smiles.
Kenzie: Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit, Pen. I really appreciate it! With all these brand invasions happening lately, I needed a distraction.
Penelope just gives a light shrug, which belies her motivations given away by the smirk she wears.
Penelope: Well, I tend to stay out of matters that don't concern me. At least as far as these silly games between the boys and girls are concerned. As for taking the time...you better than most should realize I make the time for those who matter. It was no trouble at all, Kenz.
Kenzie: Well, I’m glad. I’d rather not get involved in all that brand supremecy brooding, if I’m honest. It’s starting to feel like bloodshed for bloodshed’s sake, and I’d rather focus on what’s in front of me. That makes sense, right?
Penelope nods, placing a well intentioned hand on her friend's shoulder.
Penelope: But of course it is. Eyes forward after all right...your focus determines your reality. Now, in saying that there are times when blood must be split. However, it should never have been in the name of a dick measuring contest.
The perky brunette nods in agreement with a proud smile, then gestures towards the room. Marisol then takes the group over and shows them the next exercise starting from a push up position, having them move from one side to the other while doing a push up. Of course, a lot of them are on their knees while doing it.
Kenzie: Anyway, Mari’s helping me train a few friends of mine, see? These guys tried to defend me against Emery & Scotty at Freedom episode 13, but it didn’t exactly go well.
Penelope: Yeah, I saw that...but you had to give them an "A" for effort right?
She looks over at the group, some of whom were visibly struggling for various reasons. She lets out a small chuckle as she looks back at Kenzie.
Penelope: Okay, so maybe a lowercase "a".
The Luminary shakes her head with a small knowing smirk, disappointed in her fanatic’s performance thus far.
Kenzie: I’m sure there will be plenty of time for them to redeem themselves, mhm.
Penelope watches her and looks back at the Fanatics.
Penelope: I'm sure once they have their feet under them, they won't let you down. Besides, Confucius said 'the Journey of one thousand miles, begins with a single step' after all.
A couple of the devotees start to argue with one another about who’s fault it was for their loss at Freedom episode 13, though Marisol breaks them up right before Kenzie can get involved. The Luminary puts her hands behind her back and raises her nose, in deep thought while the group starts to do a different exercise.
Kenzie: Tonight, I have to be focused on Scotty Latimer, though. He’s a contender for the Freedom Championship, after all. Even if I did do most of the work for him to get him there when I Photon Kicked Rayven out of mid-air. You’ve fought him once or twice, haven’t you, Penny? You know what I’m up against here.
Penelope: Oh, Scotty from marketing? Oh yeah...I know…
She rolls her eyes.
Penelope: First match in AGW was a three way with Eric Donavan, him, and me. Lights got out during the match cus of course they do. They come back on, I drive my knee into his face and get the 1-2-3. And then I get tweet after slanderous tweet of his bitching and moaning about the injustice of it all. About how I'm a useless lying turd or some nonsense, I stopped paying attention after a while.
Kenzie: It seems like it’s Scotty’s fault for not acting quick enough when the power went back on, no? You have to be ready for anything! And quickness should be an important focus to every athlete’s training regime worth their salt.
Penelope: You know that, and I know that but him? It's everyone's fault but his own. No personal accountability, no taking ownership of his own performances. Just lashing out and playing the blame game in an attempt to deflect attention from himself. Despite the fact I had nothing to do with the lights, which also had an issue on the match after that one. So, be prepared for a whole lot of salt after you win.
Kenzie agrees as Freedom continues.
RINGSIDE
“Outlaws and Outsiders” by Corey Marks begins to play and “Gentleman” Jack Graves makes his way through the curtain to a surprising pop from the fans. It appears that they may be starting to develop a fondness for Graves, especially after he came to the aid of Hector last week in Syn’s absence. He is dressed in some stylishly worn out old jeans, some snakeskin boots, and a black tank top that reads “Outlaw Shit” across the front.
His Stetson cowboy hat is pulled low over his brow, but from the glimpses that the cameras do happen to catch of his face? Jack doesn’t look too happy.
Graves stops only once on his march to the ring to scoop up a mic from the announcer’s table. He then climbs to the apron, wipes his boots out of respect, and hops into the squared circle to pace for a moment as the music dies down. Once there is a relative silence, Jack brings the microphone to his lips to speak.
GRAVES: You know, part of me didn’t even want to show up this week. What Lily did…? Booking this match? It’s a hate crime, honestly. So, Dante was scared. He’s a chicken shit. It’s okay. Just say that next time. Let’s keep it real with each other. He didn’t want a steamin’ plate of country fried ass whoopin’ served up to him hot and fresh, and you still wanted him to look tough. Didn't you Lily? You knew that if he came out here this week, and I stomped his ass like I fuckin’ PROMISE you I’m going to, then people would see just how soft your little bodyguard is. They would see that he is just cannon fodder. A toy soldier, instantly replaced by a carbon copy the minute he falls.
Graves shrugs and looks into the camera as he speaks, addressing Lily, and her goons directly.
GRAVES: You didn’t want your boy embarrassed by a hick who shouldn’t even be here, right? Because in your eyes, and in the eyes of a vast majority of this roster… I’m not even a REAL wrestler. So you protected him. Not too well though, because my girl Syn turned his ass into some Jiffy Pop earlier tonight.
Jack doubles over laughing as the Liberty-Tron begins to replay the scene from earlier when Dante Locke experienced a “Pyrotechnic Malfunction.” He claps a few times and wipes the tears of joy away before raising the mic back to his lips.
GRAVES: Wheeeew. Good shit. He was dancin’ around and flailing’ like he had the holy ghost running through him. Hallelujer.
Jack finally eases up in his demeanor. The scowl from earlier is replaced by an amused grin as he flails around, copying Dante from earlier in the night when he was set ablaze. This gets a collective laugh from the audience, and Jack continues speaking, turning his attention away from the camera and instead giving his attention to the crowd.
GRAVES: But we’re not here to make fun of Dante… as fun and easy as it is. Noooo. We’re here because I have to go up against the BIG MAN tonight, the one and only… Hector. It might come as a surprise to many of you, but Hector and I spent a lot of time this last week hanging out and working on his in-ring abilities. I’m excited for him to get to show those off to you fine folks, HOWEVER. That won’t be tonight. Cause we ain’t doing any wrasslin’
The crowd is abuzz as Jack says he won’t be wrestling Hector tonight. They are visibly confused, and Jack can see this. That’s why he holds up a finger and shushes them right away.
GRAVES: Shh, Shh. Come on now, don’t get your drawers in a bunch. Let me finish. We aren’t wrestling tonight because Hector and I decided the winner should instead be determined by whoever can eat the most hotter than hot wings in three and a half minutes. He said we don't get a drink, but I said to hell with that. If we are doing this, I’m drinking some cold beer, and so is he. So for every 5 wings, we gotta stop and slam an ice cold beer before we can continue. I think I have this in the bag, but… we’ll see. Hector sure can eat some chicken.
Jack waves his hand up the ramp at the curtain.
GRAVES: So, without further ado… Hector, let’s do this! Come on out.
“Baby Shark” begins to play, and Hector comes through the curtain pulling a giant trolley cart. It’s piled high with wings so hot that the crowd 4 rows back can smell them the minute that he steps out onto the top of the ramp. Below that, is a Yeti Cooler, which is packed to the brim with ice and some ice cold beer. The labels have been covered, but it’s definitely Coors Light.
Jack comes to the apron, and he helps lift the cart over the ropes and into the ring with surprising strength and balance. He doesn’t drop a single wing, and this gets applause from both Hector, and the crowd as well, as they seem to be invested in this. Surprisingly enough.
Hector waddles his way up the steps, and Jack holds the ropes open for him so he can climb inside. It’s worth noting as well that Hector is ALSO wearing an “Outlaw Shit” tank top, but his appears to be two sizes too small, and looks more like a midriff. You’re welcome for that imagery.
Hector takes his place in the middle of the ring, and he picks up a wing, already starting to eat. Jack smacks the wing out of his hand and shakes his head.
GRAVES: Hey! WHOA! No head starts. Can someone get us some chairs? We’re gonna be here a second.
A member of the production team comes forward and slides two folding chairs under the ropes. Jack and Hector set them up on opposite sides of the trolley and take a seat. Jack reaches under the trolley to grab a beer, and he pops it open to take a sip. Suddenly, Hector reaches forward and slaps the beer out of Jack’s hand! Graves is shocked! His jaw drops, but a smirk forms when Hector waves his finger and reiterates the “no head starts” imposed by Jack. This gets a laugh from both Graves, and the crowd, as Jack nods in agreement and opens another beer, not taking a sip this time.
Graves: The rules are simple. Whoever eats the most wings in 3 ½ minutes is the winner. Every 5 wings, we have to stop, slam a beer, and then we can keep going. Ready?
Jack reaches across the pile of wings and fist bumps Hector who already has a wing in each fist. He’s damn near drooling at the pile of wings in the middle of the ring. Jack takes a few heartburn pills for laughs, and the timer appears up on the Liberty-Tron.
GRAVES: GO!
“Outlaws and Outsiders” by Corey Marks begins to play and “Gentleman” Jack Graves makes his way through the curtain to a surprising pop from the fans. It appears that they may be starting to develop a fondness for Graves, especially after he came to the aid of Hector last week in Syn’s absence. He is dressed in some stylishly worn out old jeans, some snakeskin boots, and a black tank top that reads “Outlaw Shit” across the front.
His Stetson cowboy hat is pulled low over his brow, but from the glimpses that the cameras do happen to catch of his face? Jack doesn’t look too happy.
Graves stops only once on his march to the ring to scoop up a mic from the announcer’s table. He then climbs to the apron, wipes his boots out of respect, and hops into the squared circle to pace for a moment as the music dies down. Once there is a relative silence, Jack brings the microphone to his lips to speak.
GRAVES: You know, part of me didn’t even want to show up this week. What Lily did…? Booking this match? It’s a hate crime, honestly. So, Dante was scared. He’s a chicken shit. It’s okay. Just say that next time. Let’s keep it real with each other. He didn’t want a steamin’ plate of country fried ass whoopin’ served up to him hot and fresh, and you still wanted him to look tough. Didn't you Lily? You knew that if he came out here this week, and I stomped his ass like I fuckin’ PROMISE you I’m going to, then people would see just how soft your little bodyguard is. They would see that he is just cannon fodder. A toy soldier, instantly replaced by a carbon copy the minute he falls.
Graves shrugs and looks into the camera as he speaks, addressing Lily, and her goons directly.
GRAVES: You didn’t want your boy embarrassed by a hick who shouldn’t even be here, right? Because in your eyes, and in the eyes of a vast majority of this roster… I’m not even a REAL wrestler. So you protected him. Not too well though, because my girl Syn turned his ass into some Jiffy Pop earlier tonight.
Jack doubles over laughing as the Liberty-Tron begins to replay the scene from earlier when Dante Locke experienced a “Pyrotechnic Malfunction.” He claps a few times and wipes the tears of joy away before raising the mic back to his lips.
GRAVES: Wheeeew. Good shit. He was dancin’ around and flailing’ like he had the holy ghost running through him. Hallelujer.
Jack finally eases up in his demeanor. The scowl from earlier is replaced by an amused grin as he flails around, copying Dante from earlier in the night when he was set ablaze. This gets a collective laugh from the audience, and Jack continues speaking, turning his attention away from the camera and instead giving his attention to the crowd.
GRAVES: But we’re not here to make fun of Dante… as fun and easy as it is. Noooo. We’re here because I have to go up against the BIG MAN tonight, the one and only… Hector. It might come as a surprise to many of you, but Hector and I spent a lot of time this last week hanging out and working on his in-ring abilities. I’m excited for him to get to show those off to you fine folks, HOWEVER. That won’t be tonight. Cause we ain’t doing any wrasslin’
The crowd is abuzz as Jack says he won’t be wrestling Hector tonight. They are visibly confused, and Jack can see this. That’s why he holds up a finger and shushes them right away.
GRAVES: Shh, Shh. Come on now, don’t get your drawers in a bunch. Let me finish. We aren’t wrestling tonight because Hector and I decided the winner should instead be determined by whoever can eat the most hotter than hot wings in three and a half minutes. He said we don't get a drink, but I said to hell with that. If we are doing this, I’m drinking some cold beer, and so is he. So for every 5 wings, we gotta stop and slam an ice cold beer before we can continue. I think I have this in the bag, but… we’ll see. Hector sure can eat some chicken.
Jack waves his hand up the ramp at the curtain.
GRAVES: So, without further ado… Hector, let’s do this! Come on out.
“Baby Shark” begins to play, and Hector comes through the curtain pulling a giant trolley cart. It’s piled high with wings so hot that the crowd 4 rows back can smell them the minute that he steps out onto the top of the ramp. Below that, is a Yeti Cooler, which is packed to the brim with ice and some ice cold beer. The labels have been covered, but it’s definitely Coors Light.
Jack comes to the apron, and he helps lift the cart over the ropes and into the ring with surprising strength and balance. He doesn’t drop a single wing, and this gets applause from both Hector, and the crowd as well, as they seem to be invested in this. Surprisingly enough.
Hector waddles his way up the steps, and Jack holds the ropes open for him so he can climb inside. It’s worth noting as well that Hector is ALSO wearing an “Outlaw Shit” tank top, but his appears to be two sizes too small, and looks more like a midriff. You’re welcome for that imagery.
Hector takes his place in the middle of the ring, and he picks up a wing, already starting to eat. Jack smacks the wing out of his hand and shakes his head.
GRAVES: Hey! WHOA! No head starts. Can someone get us some chairs? We’re gonna be here a second.
A member of the production team comes forward and slides two folding chairs under the ropes. Jack and Hector set them up on opposite sides of the trolley and take a seat. Jack reaches under the trolley to grab a beer, and he pops it open to take a sip. Suddenly, Hector reaches forward and slaps the beer out of Jack’s hand! Graves is shocked! His jaw drops, but a smirk forms when Hector waves his finger and reiterates the “no head starts” imposed by Jack. This gets a laugh from both Graves, and the crowd, as Jack nods in agreement and opens another beer, not taking a sip this time.
Graves: The rules are simple. Whoever eats the most wings in 3 ½ minutes is the winner. Every 5 wings, we have to stop, slam a beer, and then we can keep going. Ready?
Jack reaches across the pile of wings and fist bumps Hector who already has a wing in each fist. He’s damn near drooling at the pile of wings in the middle of the ring. Jack takes a few heartburn pills for laughs, and the timer appears up on the Liberty-Tron.
GRAVES: GO!
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Hector vs Jack Graves
Hector vs Jack Graves
RECAP Hector begins the “match” strong, tearing through 5 wings like they are a warm up. The spice doesn’t seem to bother him at all, but at 3 wings in on the other side of the table, Jack is already in tears. He does his best not to touch his eyes or face, although it’s really hard when you have tears streaming down your cheeks from the intense heat. Hector makes it to the beer break first, and this is where he seems to get slowed down. It’s clear he’s not a fan of beer at all and it takes him so long to down the beer that Jack actually is able to finish the other 2 wings and catch up. Taking out a pocket knife, Jack stabs a hole in the bottom of the beer, and he brings it to his mouth to pop the tab and drain the can in seconds flat. Hector watches him, clearly impressed. He even stops to applaud, giving Jack time to toss the can aside and eat two more of the painfully hot wings. Hector sees this as a challenge, and he begins eating the wings two at a time, barely even chewing. Jack takes his time though, very obviously in pain as he fans at his mouth, his face and head turning bright red as he struggles through the challenge. The crowd is going nuts, and seem to be divided in half. Some are chanting for Jack, and the rest are chanting for Hector. Jack raises his hand and begins to “pump them up” as he continues suffering through Satan’s recipe for hot wings and Hector stands and starts DANCING as he devours the last wing to head into the second leg of the beer chugs. He takes a play from Jack’s playbook, but instead of a knife, he uses what teeth he DOES have to bite a hole in the can before shotgunning it like Jack had. This causes Jack to choke on a bit of chicken as he watches, astonished. The clock ticks down to the final minute, and Jack is trying to play catch up again. He makes it to the second beer, and downs it just as fast as the first, but he doesn’t go back to the wings. Instead, he rubs his stomach and appears to look a little nauseous. Hector keeps going though, smelling a victory in the air as he annihilates the plate of wings. They aren’t able to get a winner though. Because in the final seconds of the contest, Dante Locke comes barrelling down the ramp like a bolt of lightning. He’s bandaged up like a mummy and absolutely livid, his eyes locked on Hector as he makes a beeline down to ruin the fun. Jack sees him coming though, and he immediately puts himself between Dante and Hector, stopping Locke in his tracks. The tension between the two men is palpable as the crowd erupts, expecting a fight. Hector is still eating, watching both men jaw back and forth, seconds from chaos erupting. That is until Lily Callaghan steps out onto the top of the stage with a mic. Lily: ENOUGH! Dante, you’re not even supposed to be here. You left the hospital without clearance and against doctor’s orders. Jack laughs and waves bye bye to Dante. Lily: And you, Graves! You disgust me. You came to this company with a reputation. I thought I was getting an ass kicker but instead all you’ve done is make friends. You and Hilary went from choking each other out to braiding each other’s hair. Now you’re white knighting this big fat retard every chance you get. Lily motions towards Hector who looks hurt by the comments and the crowd boos loudly. Jack looks confused, the camera picking up on him saying “Bitch, I don’t have any hair?” as he scratches his shaved head to drive the confusion home. Lily: You’ve stuck your nose in our business and for the last time. So at No Man’s Land, it’ll be “The Gentleman” Jack Graves against “The Hellhound” Dante Locke, in a street fight! The crowd pops once more, and Jack has a huge grin plastered across his face as he and Dante continue jawing back and forth. Meanwhile, Hector belches loudly in the background, having finished the rest of the wings as the scene comes to a close. WINNER N/A METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at the Matthews Arena, the camera catches Sparrow just...Staring in the distance. He looks fairly despondent, possibly over the last few weeks. Costing Antoinette and Markus? Having to effectively play sidekick to Caroline Dallins after she went on and on about ‘his career’ and her seeming obsession over this whole Liberation versus Freedom brand war? Losing the King of New York championship to Cait Flanagan and suddenly not even a breath of a rematch? No thanks to Caroline yet again. Caroline who would be happy to throw him in front of anyone who might pick a fight with her.
There might be a lot of things on the West Indian Whirlwind’s mind. Too much. The camera pans down to see him doing a split using two chairs, hands together in meditation. Trying to find some form of inner peace or enlightenment before tonight’s match against Arabella Evers. Sauntering down the corridor was one Arabella Evers. She wears a smile on her face as she looks around at all the jubilant backstage workers. Suddenly, she notices her opponent for tonight seemingly in intense preparation for their bout. Slowly, she makes her way over to him, placing her hands onto her hips. She stops her walk directly in front of Sparrow, standing directly in his line of vision.
Arabella Evers: Well, don’t you look focused… I guess? Seriously, you’re staring off into the distance like you might actually be a little intimidated by little ole’ me. I know that’s not the case, but I have to tell myself that.
Sparrow: …You’d be right. Facing off with good mat wrestlers ain’t ever my strong suit. Facing someone like you on the ground? Pressure.
The West Indian Whirlwind tries to give a smile but it doesn’t meet his eyes. Bubbling frustration over the last few weeks, perhaps. Arabella couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh… was he serious? Taking her right hand from her waist, she places it up against the chair Sparrow was performing his split on.
Arabella Evers: Listen… my mat skills are pressure, thanks for noticing! You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass though, I have been working really hard to make sure I’m prepared to take all that you can give.
Sparrow: …
The former KONY champion stared blankly at Arabella for a few moments, before the side of his lip twitches. Maybe trying to fight off of a grin.
Sparrow: I ha—I’m not blowing anything up your ass, never for that. If you’ve been working really hard though, I wanna see it. Rather than not deal with anything else. Do me a favor though? If you really prepared for me? Don’t choke.
Backstage at the Matthews Arena, the camera catches Sparrow just...Staring in the distance. He looks fairly despondent, possibly over the last few weeks. Costing Antoinette and Markus? Having to effectively play sidekick to Caroline Dallins after she went on and on about ‘his career’ and her seeming obsession over this whole Liberation versus Freedom brand war? Losing the King of New York championship to Cait Flanagan and suddenly not even a breath of a rematch? No thanks to Caroline yet again. Caroline who would be happy to throw him in front of anyone who might pick a fight with her.
There might be a lot of things on the West Indian Whirlwind’s mind. Too much. The camera pans down to see him doing a split using two chairs, hands together in meditation. Trying to find some form of inner peace or enlightenment before tonight’s match against Arabella Evers. Sauntering down the corridor was one Arabella Evers. She wears a smile on her face as she looks around at all the jubilant backstage workers. Suddenly, she notices her opponent for tonight seemingly in intense preparation for their bout. Slowly, she makes her way over to him, placing her hands onto her hips. She stops her walk directly in front of Sparrow, standing directly in his line of vision.
Arabella Evers: Well, don’t you look focused… I guess? Seriously, you’re staring off into the distance like you might actually be a little intimidated by little ole’ me. I know that’s not the case, but I have to tell myself that.
Sparrow: …You’d be right. Facing off with good mat wrestlers ain’t ever my strong suit. Facing someone like you on the ground? Pressure.
The West Indian Whirlwind tries to give a smile but it doesn’t meet his eyes. Bubbling frustration over the last few weeks, perhaps. Arabella couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh… was he serious? Taking her right hand from her waist, she places it up against the chair Sparrow was performing his split on.
Arabella Evers: Listen… my mat skills are pressure, thanks for noticing! You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass though, I have been working really hard to make sure I’m prepared to take all that you can give.
Sparrow: …
The former KONY champion stared blankly at Arabella for a few moments, before the side of his lip twitches. Maybe trying to fight off of a grin.
Sparrow: I ha—I’m not blowing anything up your ass, never for that. If you’ve been working really hard though, I wanna see it. Rather than not deal with anything else. Do me a favor though? If you really prepared for me? Don’t choke.
Once again, a laugh comes from between Arabella’s supple lips. She looks down at Sparrow with a cocky smirk over her face. Making sure to meet his gaze, she taps her index finger on the chair three times.
Arabella Evers: Trust me Sparrow…I don’t choke. You wanna see all of my hard work? I’m going to give you a damn good match. Last week, I finally got it. No matter if it was a loss, I realized that I actually AM pretty fucking good at this. Tonight, you’re gonna see that I’m a freakin’ star babes. Don’t ever just assume that I’m going to choke.
Sparrow snorted before getting out of the split, one leg forward so he can stand up properly. His face turned serious, smile disappearing.
Sparrow: One last thing. Do yourself a favor: keep both eyes on your manager. They have a habit of…Dimming your star.
Sparrow’s tone is fucking cold. Hard, sneering…Then as if nothing happened, he smiles slightly and mouths ‘see you out there’ before walking off.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Arabella Evers vs Sparrow
Arabella Evers vs Sparrow
RECAP This match started off with Sparrow on fire, as he used his speed and athleticism to avoid the mat skills of Arabella Evers. Arabella was taken down with a few arm drags, followed by a hurricanrana from out of nowhere. But Evers didn’t relent, she showed her fighting spirit as her manager, Sienna, cheered her on and told her to catch Sparrow. The creator of and former KONY Champion didn’t let Arabella do that though but the tide soon changed when Sienna jumped up on the apron. Sparrow went to knock her off but Sienna jumped down. It was obvious that Sparrow had no love for Sienna out there, especially with his recent experiences with Caroline Dallins, who’s now become a competitor for Freedom after witnessing the brand wars. The match now was in control for Arabella as she grabbed Sparrow from behind with a sleeper hold, before pulling him down to the ground back first, slamming it into the canvas. Evers then put Sparrow into an armbar but the ever-so-quick Sparrow twisted his way out of it before kipping up onto his feet. He tried to hit Arabella with a heel kick but she ducked it and then hit Sparrow with a quick head scissors takedown! Arabella wasn’t kidding when she said she was ready for Sparrow. Arabella soon had Sparrow where she wanted him and she went for 4-Ever Arabella: Diving Double-Knee Facebuster (Coderbreaker) but Sparrow countered it into a powerbomb instead! He then hit The Notorious K.I.C.K. - Standing Double Foot Stomp and went for the pin but Sienna put Arabella’s foot on the ropes, something Arabella would clearly not see eye to eye with Sienna, but nonetheless it saved the match. This caused Caroline to rush Sienna and drop her with a spear from out of nowhere. Sparrow wasn’t happy about any of this and he yelled at the two of them to stop. When he turned around, Arabella came charging in with 4-Ever Arabella and this time, she hit it. Sparrow was down and out. Arabella pinned him and she got the HUGE win over one of Freedom’s best. When will things turn around for the Mighty Sparrow? WINNER Arabella Evers METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:32 FINISHING MOVE 4-Ever Arabella |
BACKSTAGE
Carli is found stretching out her limbs, warming up for another match with Ricky. There's a feeling but she's not sure how to describe it. It's not bad, but it's not great either, and if you have been watching the last couple of weeks... you'd understand why she is a little nervous about going into tonight's match. The blonde props her leg up on a crate and leans to the side, one hand on her knee and the other reaching for her toes. She's quickly thrown off guard though when a cool pair of hands cover her eyes. It startles her but the voice following after eases it.
MADI SMITH: Guess who?
Carli hums, thinking on it before a huge smile comes across her lips and she turns to face the person who was standing behind her.
CARLI DAVIS: Madi!
The girls squeal and hug each other tightly.
CARLI DAVIS: It's been too long! I'm so glad you're here!
MADI SMITH: I'm glad to be here too! I'm so excited that they took me in. I was getting that itch again, and I really missed the atmosphere.
Madi smiles widely, nodding.
MADI SMITH: So how are you liking it here so far?
CARLI DAVIS: I like it. It still has a new feeling to it though. I don't know. Like, obviously I'm trying to find my place here but I can't help but feel kind of alone. I was excited to join because of Ant and Avery... now we are on separate shows. It's nice to know a couple of people and have those fun backstage hangouts. So really, I'm kind of alone.
Carli frowns, a small sigh coming from her lips as she shrugs.
CARLI DAVIS: I mean, don't get me wrong there's a few friendly faces here. There's Rayven and Ricky. They're nice. It's just that we aren't making friendship bracelets. And with Ricky... it's a roller coaster. I think we are doing good and then each week something small happens and it's like all heck is going to break loose.
MADI SMITH: Yeah, I've been watching. A lot of misunderstandings for sure! But don't think too negatively on it. I mean, he's breaking into the business and you are on a whole show by yourself and you've been through a lot to make you feel kind of like you have to really watch your back. I think you two should clear the air. Twitter back and forth stuff just doesn't seem to help.
CARLI DAVIS: Yeah, maybe. I just want us to be able to go out there and kick butt and neither of us feel like we're trying to push the other. It's something each week and I can't help but think what will happen tonight?
MADI SMITH: Well, I'm not going to let that happen. No getting in your head and doubting! You two are going out there and kill it! Also, you have me now! I mean, I don't fight but I am here to support you and be your friend backstage! So that's officially one face you now know.
CARLI DAVIS: Thanks, Madi.
MADI SMITH: Of course! But before we can do anymore catching up, you need to focus and go out there and kick butt. And I... probably should see if there's any interviews I need to get done. Catch you later, sweets!
They embrace before parting ways.
Carli is found stretching out her limbs, warming up for another match with Ricky. There's a feeling but she's not sure how to describe it. It's not bad, but it's not great either, and if you have been watching the last couple of weeks... you'd understand why she is a little nervous about going into tonight's match. The blonde props her leg up on a crate and leans to the side, one hand on her knee and the other reaching for her toes. She's quickly thrown off guard though when a cool pair of hands cover her eyes. It startles her but the voice following after eases it.
MADI SMITH: Guess who?
Carli hums, thinking on it before a huge smile comes across her lips and she turns to face the person who was standing behind her.
CARLI DAVIS: Madi!
The girls squeal and hug each other tightly.
CARLI DAVIS: It's been too long! I'm so glad you're here!
MADI SMITH: I'm glad to be here too! I'm so excited that they took me in. I was getting that itch again, and I really missed the atmosphere.
Madi smiles widely, nodding.
MADI SMITH: So how are you liking it here so far?
CARLI DAVIS: I like it. It still has a new feeling to it though. I don't know. Like, obviously I'm trying to find my place here but I can't help but feel kind of alone. I was excited to join because of Ant and Avery... now we are on separate shows. It's nice to know a couple of people and have those fun backstage hangouts. So really, I'm kind of alone.
Carli frowns, a small sigh coming from her lips as she shrugs.
CARLI DAVIS: I mean, don't get me wrong there's a few friendly faces here. There's Rayven and Ricky. They're nice. It's just that we aren't making friendship bracelets. And with Ricky... it's a roller coaster. I think we are doing good and then each week something small happens and it's like all heck is going to break loose.
MADI SMITH: Yeah, I've been watching. A lot of misunderstandings for sure! But don't think too negatively on it. I mean, he's breaking into the business and you are on a whole show by yourself and you've been through a lot to make you feel kind of like you have to really watch your back. I think you two should clear the air. Twitter back and forth stuff just doesn't seem to help.
CARLI DAVIS: Yeah, maybe. I just want us to be able to go out there and kick butt and neither of us feel like we're trying to push the other. It's something each week and I can't help but think what will happen tonight?
MADI SMITH: Well, I'm not going to let that happen. No getting in your head and doubting! You two are going out there and kill it! Also, you have me now! I mean, I don't fight but I am here to support you and be your friend backstage! So that's officially one face you now know.
CARLI DAVIS: Thanks, Madi.
MADI SMITH: Of course! But before we can do anymore catching up, you need to focus and go out there and kick butt. And I... probably should see if there's any interviews I need to get done. Catch you later, sweets!
They embrace before parting ways.
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens to a closeup shot of the arms of a woman hugging a folded steel chair. As the camera tilts up slowly, she is revealed to be none other than Blyss Lockhart standing there with a piercing glare from just above the top of the chair. Despite the icy look in her green eyes and the rest of her face covered by her long red hair and the chair, she remains quiet as if bear-hugging a chair like that needs no explanation.
Well, judging from the events of last week where she wanted to smack the shit out of Brendan before Emery stopped her, one can make an educated guess on what she has in mind tonight. But then there’s the pyro incident with Dante earlier just now and one can also bet that she wants nothing but to seek revenge on that little brat Syn right now. As she stands there breathing hard with dark thoughts racing through her mind, she remembers to collect herself and tries to calm down — but not without lashing out just to feel better.
Blyss Lockhart: EMERY LAYTON IS A LIAR!
She lets that hang in the air for a moment.
Blyss Lockhart: After all that talk about not wanting to be part of the war in Liberty Pro, she sure picks the BEST place to step into. And that’s in MY FUCKING WAY.
Again she takes her time.
Blyss Lockhart: If you don’t want in, don’t fucking hang around the battlefield. I’m on the hunt, I’ve got my targets in the crosshairs. The Society, Syn, whoever else Nathan wants to throw at us. And you fucking DARE block ME?! How DARE you INTERRUPT ME!
She grips the chair tighter to her body.
Blyss Lockhart: No. NO! Get out of my fucking way, Emery! Get out of my FACE!
She lowers the chair from her face, her eyes filled with rage.
Blyss Lockhart: Tonight, I’ll eviscerate Michael Marou. Disembowel him clean from the name he’s made for himself but no longer deserves. All his past accomplishments will cease meaning. Unlike me, he’s one former champion who will never get to taste glory again. Ever since Liberty returns, he has made no impact so why pander to him? All those who still sing his praises, sing for me instead! In just a short time, I’ve shakened the very core of Liberty Pro, set The Society back on their heels and even made the Liberty champion Derrick La’Bell doubt himself. SO SING FOR ME!!!!!
Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply.
Blyss Lockhart: Then good riddance to Marou… before finally… Finally… Bring me Brendan again. No, Syn. Give me Syn again. She needs to be taught another lesson. Wait, no. Emery interrupted me. Brendan first. Yes. I’m not done with him. No. Emery interrupted me, that’s right. Brendan. Then Emery. She should have let me. She stole Brendan from me. Then Syn. Brendan. I want Brendan. Give me Brendan. Give me. Give him to me. Give me Brendan. Give me…
She closes her eyes again as her voice trails off. But her lips are still moving as she mouths the words “Give me Brendan” over and over like a mantra. Then she stops and opens her eyes slowly, as if waking from a dream.
Blyss Lockhart: Never come in between me and what I want again, Emery. Never. I forgive you this time. But I must finish what I started. I need to go back to Brendan. I’m not done. Let me be done.
She holds the camera with a final burning gaze before the scene abruptly cuts away.
The scene opens to a closeup shot of the arms of a woman hugging a folded steel chair. As the camera tilts up slowly, she is revealed to be none other than Blyss Lockhart standing there with a piercing glare from just above the top of the chair. Despite the icy look in her green eyes and the rest of her face covered by her long red hair and the chair, she remains quiet as if bear-hugging a chair like that needs no explanation.
Well, judging from the events of last week where she wanted to smack the shit out of Brendan before Emery stopped her, one can make an educated guess on what she has in mind tonight. But then there’s the pyro incident with Dante earlier just now and one can also bet that she wants nothing but to seek revenge on that little brat Syn right now. As she stands there breathing hard with dark thoughts racing through her mind, she remembers to collect herself and tries to calm down — but not without lashing out just to feel better.
Blyss Lockhart: EMERY LAYTON IS A LIAR!
She lets that hang in the air for a moment.
Blyss Lockhart: After all that talk about not wanting to be part of the war in Liberty Pro, she sure picks the BEST place to step into. And that’s in MY FUCKING WAY.
Again she takes her time.
Blyss Lockhart: If you don’t want in, don’t fucking hang around the battlefield. I’m on the hunt, I’ve got my targets in the crosshairs. The Society, Syn, whoever else Nathan wants to throw at us. And you fucking DARE block ME?! How DARE you INTERRUPT ME!
She grips the chair tighter to her body.
Blyss Lockhart: No. NO! Get out of my fucking way, Emery! Get out of my FACE!
She lowers the chair from her face, her eyes filled with rage.
Blyss Lockhart: Tonight, I’ll eviscerate Michael Marou. Disembowel him clean from the name he’s made for himself but no longer deserves. All his past accomplishments will cease meaning. Unlike me, he’s one former champion who will never get to taste glory again. Ever since Liberty returns, he has made no impact so why pander to him? All those who still sing his praises, sing for me instead! In just a short time, I’ve shakened the very core of Liberty Pro, set The Society back on their heels and even made the Liberty champion Derrick La’Bell doubt himself. SO SING FOR ME!!!!!
Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply.
Blyss Lockhart: Then good riddance to Marou… before finally… Finally… Bring me Brendan again. No, Syn. Give me Syn again. She needs to be taught another lesson. Wait, no. Emery interrupted me. Brendan first. Yes. I’m not done with him. No. Emery interrupted me, that’s right. Brendan. Then Emery. She should have let me. She stole Brendan from me. Then Syn. Brendan. I want Brendan. Give me Brendan. Give me. Give him to me. Give me Brendan. Give me…
She closes her eyes again as her voice trails off. But her lips are still moving as she mouths the words “Give me Brendan” over and over like a mantra. Then she stops and opens her eyes slowly, as if waking from a dream.
Blyss Lockhart: Never come in between me and what I want again, Emery. Never. I forgive you this time. But I must finish what I started. I need to go back to Brendan. I’m not done. Let me be done.
She holds the camera with a final burning gaze before the scene abruptly cuts away.
MATCH FIVE: TAG
Ricky Rodriguez & Carli Davis vs The Pride
Ricky Rodriguez & Carli Davis vs The Pride
RECAP Carli Davis and Ricky Rodriguez have had a roller coaster of a month together. The two of them haven’t seen eye to eye, despite multiple team ups and having to deal with Ricky refereeing Carli’s match as well. This match saw the two arguing over tags, and it almost cost them several times, as former heavyweight champion, Jacob Daniels, leveled Ricky with a superman punch but Carli, despite her disagreements with Rodriguez, broke up the pin. Chase Hunter soon would charge in but Carli pulled the top rope down and it sent the big man flying. She then went to her corner and waited for the tag. Ricky would soon tag her in and the last ever Valiant Champion showed why she was at the top of that company when she hit JD with Straight Fire (Wristlock Hurricanrana), followed by a 702 (Inverted Phoenix Splash) but when Carli was on the top rope, Ricky tagged himself in. He climbed the top ropes and Chase Hunter came into the ring and Ricky hit him with To The Top(Springboard Cutter, usually used on bigger opponents.)! Carli pinned JD but the referee said Ricky was the legal man. Ricky dove on top of Carli AND JD and the referee made the count and the two unlikely teammates won. Carli and Ricky started to argue again but Carli rolled her eyes and exited the ring. When will this madness between these two end? WINNER Ricky Rodriguez & Carli Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE To The Top |
RINGSIDE
As soon as the venue's lights start to strobe between all the colors of the rainbow, "Happy Face" by Jagwar Twin wails over the arena speakers. This motivates the crowd to stand to their feet and boo with all their might before anyone even enters the curtain. The anticipation grows over time until it's released the moment Kenzie dances onto the stage with sparkling eyes and her lips upturned into a smile. Palpable hatred and disgust buzz through the charged air when the Muay Thai specialist donning a white rainbow holographic shako military cap with a visor, a plume, flashy rose-tinted goggles at the front spins with a punch and happily points to her left with both hands in one fluid motion to trigger a sparkler rocket at the side of the stage. Her hands recoil back and point in the opposite direction to fire off the second sparkler rocket to the audience's dismay. Now she hits a double pirouette with her arms raised high and points down at her sides when she plants her heels. Both of the fireworks shoot off at the same time on her command, the camera at a low angle to show her condescending grin as her marching band jacket billows.
Kenzie steadily military steps down the aisle, dancing with her upper body while the audience jeers and insults her with signs throughout the Matthews Arena. That’s when she’s flanked with ten marching devotees in white rainbow holographic fatigues with serious expressions on their faces. Once she nears the ring, she halts her march and turns sharply towards the steel steps. She swings her arm to call forth the men and women behind her to surround the ring. Then, The Luminary looks at the ring again. With each step, she reaches the top of the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle. The reaction's volume grows as she stands with perfect posture. She’s above the fans on the ground and her followers, too. Kenzie blows the crowd a kiss and gracefully lands a spinning jump into the ring, pirouetting again with her arms above her head. As she removes her marching band jacket and her military cap, she hands them off to an official at ringside and receives a microphone.
Kenzie: Boston!! Tell me… are you inspired?!
A roar of disdain pours down on Kenzie, but her smile continues.
Kenzie: I sense a lot of hostility in here! Good thing I took the time to sage this whole space of all its negative energy while the backstage crew was still setting everything up. I don’t know about you guys, but I still feel great!
More boos followed, even louder than before. Kenzie spreads her arms, then she continues.
Kenzie: Tonight, I’ve been booked against Scotty Latimer — a man who’s fought for just about every championship that Liberty Pro has to offer in its three-year on-and-off history. He just can’t commit to a division, hm? Most of his attempts ended in failure, but he’s still a multi-time titleholder who’s carved his path through darn near everyone in his way. That’s admirable, isn’t it? It’s just a shame he’s not a good influence for his fans, his wife, or his dearest daughter.
She lets the audience react again.
Kenzie: Whenever Scotty’s faced with a hardship, he broods and whines like it’ll solve his problem. And when he has a good thing — like the chance to become the one and only Freedom Champion, he doesn’t show gratitude. He doesn’t show joy. He just keeps complaining. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted it to happen, so he takes out his anger on people who don’t deserve it. Namely, me! How immature!
As the Luminary gets louder, her voice becomes a bit squeaky.
Kenzie: I do want him to succeed, you know. In fact, I want him to win the Freedom Championship. He doesn’t see that, though. He doesn’t see that I want the best for him and his family. All he’s got on his mind is knocking me out while his daughter’s at home watching baby shows every morning about how she should grow up to be more like me and my friends when she grows up.
She gestures towards the college students dressed in fatigues smiling menacingly at ringside. Then, Kenzie’s expression gets a little more serious as she drops an octave.
Kenzie: See, I’m the brightest star on Freedom with big dreams, big goals, and more motivation than anyone in this building. So if you think for even a second that I’ll allow Latimer to dim my light just because it's SEERING his corneas, think again.
Spinning again with her arms wide stretched, she soaks in the audience’s reaction before she flashes a bright toothy grin hiding malice in her closed eyes for just a moment.
Kenzie: Now, let’s take a cue from Scotty, mhm. Your chairs can be pushed back, there should be enough room. To all those who support me and want to feel inspired, I implore you all — in the Matthews Arena or wherever you might be — to kneel and bask in the glow of my positive energy.
The college students wearing Kenzie’s colors at ringside dropped to their knees instantly while the mass of humanity behind the barricade all collectively showed their displeasure. Although, there were a small number of people who dropped to their knees to show support for the Luminary, all of them bowing their heads respectfully towards the stage where Kenzie stood proud of her actions.
Kenzie: That’s right. Hashtag Kneel2Kenzie.
She says the words in a whisper like an ASMR YouTube video, as if she were trying to sneak that in without anybody giving it much mind.
Kenzie: In yoga, it’s called the “Vajrasana pose.” Sit back on your legs to take the weight off your knees. It should help your lower back feel better, too. It—
Rayven Hardy: I think we’ve all heard just about enough of this fake inspiring nonsense for one night, am I right?
The fans recognize the voice before they even see who it is, but Rayven’s arrival to the top of the entranceway was enough to get the fans off their feet. The former World Champion was wearing her ring gear with her now famous ‘Uninspired’ t-shirt, clearly a dig at the young lady in the ring. She marches towards ringside with purpose, with a microphone in her hand of course.
Rayven Hardy: Ever since you returned, you’ve done nothing inspiring at all. You do whatever you have to do to make sure the spotlight is on you, but what have you done with it? Sneak attacked me? Sat on the apron while I wrestled us to victory? Made sure your entrance music was played to cost me yet another match? If you really wanted to inspire people, why not do something that is actually inspirational?
Hardy reaches the ringside area through Kenzie’s fanatics and walks up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. She makes her way to the center and turns back to the fans before stepping into the ring. Showing no fear or hesitation, Rayven walks directly up to Kenzie and stops just two feet or so from her.
Rayven Hardy: I’m right here, Kenz. Isn’t this what you wanted? Your time, your terms, well guess what? I came to you. If you have an issue with me, a real issue with me? Why don’t we settle it once and for all? We don’t need an official match and I don’t need proper permission to kick your ass!
The fans erupt as Rayven raises her right hand but Kenzie’s booming voice interrupts her as she holds her free hand into the air as if asking Rayven to slow down for a moment.
Kenzie: Lily said I’m supposed to be against Scotty tonight. You wouldn’t want to cross the boss and insult your buddy Latimer all for petty revenge, would you?
Rayven looks around ringside, as if to get the fans input. They are egging her on to throw a punch at Kenzie, but for the moment, she’s holding back.
Kenzie: Maybe you should just take a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth a few times to calm yourself down right now. It does wonders, I promise!
Rayven Hardy: I didn’t come out here to listen to more of the crap you’ve been spewing for weeks and weeks now. We had a friendship at one point, and you ruined that for what? Because you THINK I’ve been narcissistic or you THINK I’ve been selfish, but I can make a promise to you, just like the little promise you just made. If I were selfish? I’d wait until we did get the match I asked for, but the fans want me to settle this right now, and I did PROMISE to entertain them tonight…
Kenzie looks straight ahead at Rayven almost nose-to-nose, the tension between them at an all-time high. There’s fire in their eyes while the crowd gets louder and louder! Finally, just when it looks like the two are about to fight, Kenzie looks to the ringside floor where her soldiers surround the ring and gestures with a tilt of her head for them to get inside. All ten men and women enter and wrap around the San Francisco Miracle as Kenzie playfully smiles in Rayven’s face, unmoving. Hardy looks around, knowing she’s out-numbered she mouths ‘really?’ to Kenzie.
A large portly man and an agile thin woman rush Rayven first. The fan favorite’s hit with a surprise punch to the jaw, but she dodges the consecutive strike to counterpunch the man straight in the gut that sends him buckling over. In an instant, Ray back kicks the woman’s legs out from underneath her. Springboard swing DDTing the man hunched forward from the counterpunch, she kicks another attacker down in mid-flight. Rayven spots her target, just a few feet away and points at her. Kenzie notices the point and tries to avoid the action, scurrying to the opposite side of the ring while Rayven takes out three more of the fanatics. With four more left standing, Rayven seems a little out of breath as she Irish whips a female radical into the opposite corner and hits them with a hard shoulder tackle that crumbles her to the mat. She hits another with a crossbody until one of the stronger fanatics deadlifts her into the air, sets her up into a powerbomb position, and tries to slam her down. Rayven reverses into a hurricanrana, though! Kenzie shouts at her followers to do better as one last woman gets hit with a Sleeperhold Drop, then lacks the wherewithal to get her knees up when Rayven hits a standing Skittle Star Press (Shooting Star Press)!
With all ten down, Kenzie tries to jump on top of Rayven right after she lands the Skittle Star Press. Rayven’s still on the ground when Kenzie fully mounts her and lands some solid Muay Thai elbows! One of them bloodies the fan favorite! The fans boo Kenzie as she snarls down at her former friend bloody beneath her until Rayven kicks her ankle, dropping Kenzie. From there, Rayven scurries to crawl on top of Rydell! She begins to throw forearms of her own, each of them connecting as the fans are going crazy! Just as Rayven begins to really lay into Kenzie, Liberty security rushes the ring and pulls Ray off of Kenzie! Rydell was hurt, there was no hiding it as she makes it to a knee and shouts at the security to do their job as Rayven was like a woman possessed, trying to get past the now three large security guards that were holding her back!
Fans: Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!
Rayven is eventually pushed back into a corner as the fans cheers turn to boos as Rayven is calmed by the event staff. Rayven finally puts her hands up to signal that she was done. The guards let her go and she pushes by them and leaps onto Kenzie again and this time they roll around the mat until Kenzie is able to push Rayven off and roll under the bottom rope to a few more of her supporters who have now made their presence known. Rayven stands up, breathing heavily while wearing a satisfied grin as she wipes the blood from her face while we cut to a commercial break to clear the ring of the chaos!
As soon as the venue's lights start to strobe between all the colors of the rainbow, "Happy Face" by Jagwar Twin wails over the arena speakers. This motivates the crowd to stand to their feet and boo with all their might before anyone even enters the curtain. The anticipation grows over time until it's released the moment Kenzie dances onto the stage with sparkling eyes and her lips upturned into a smile. Palpable hatred and disgust buzz through the charged air when the Muay Thai specialist donning a white rainbow holographic shako military cap with a visor, a plume, flashy rose-tinted goggles at the front spins with a punch and happily points to her left with both hands in one fluid motion to trigger a sparkler rocket at the side of the stage. Her hands recoil back and point in the opposite direction to fire off the second sparkler rocket to the audience's dismay. Now she hits a double pirouette with her arms raised high and points down at her sides when she plants her heels. Both of the fireworks shoot off at the same time on her command, the camera at a low angle to show her condescending grin as her marching band jacket billows.
Kenzie steadily military steps down the aisle, dancing with her upper body while the audience jeers and insults her with signs throughout the Matthews Arena. That’s when she’s flanked with ten marching devotees in white rainbow holographic fatigues with serious expressions on their faces. Once she nears the ring, she halts her march and turns sharply towards the steel steps. She swings her arm to call forth the men and women behind her to surround the ring. Then, The Luminary looks at the ring again. With each step, she reaches the top of the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle. The reaction's volume grows as she stands with perfect posture. She’s above the fans on the ground and her followers, too. Kenzie blows the crowd a kiss and gracefully lands a spinning jump into the ring, pirouetting again with her arms above her head. As she removes her marching band jacket and her military cap, she hands them off to an official at ringside and receives a microphone.
Kenzie: Boston!! Tell me… are you inspired?!
A roar of disdain pours down on Kenzie, but her smile continues.
Kenzie: I sense a lot of hostility in here! Good thing I took the time to sage this whole space of all its negative energy while the backstage crew was still setting everything up. I don’t know about you guys, but I still feel great!
More boos followed, even louder than before. Kenzie spreads her arms, then she continues.
Kenzie: Tonight, I’ve been booked against Scotty Latimer — a man who’s fought for just about every championship that Liberty Pro has to offer in its three-year on-and-off history. He just can’t commit to a division, hm? Most of his attempts ended in failure, but he’s still a multi-time titleholder who’s carved his path through darn near everyone in his way. That’s admirable, isn’t it? It’s just a shame he’s not a good influence for his fans, his wife, or his dearest daughter.
She lets the audience react again.
Kenzie: Whenever Scotty’s faced with a hardship, he broods and whines like it’ll solve his problem. And when he has a good thing — like the chance to become the one and only Freedom Champion, he doesn’t show gratitude. He doesn’t show joy. He just keeps complaining. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted it to happen, so he takes out his anger on people who don’t deserve it. Namely, me! How immature!
As the Luminary gets louder, her voice becomes a bit squeaky.
Kenzie: I do want him to succeed, you know. In fact, I want him to win the Freedom Championship. He doesn’t see that, though. He doesn’t see that I want the best for him and his family. All he’s got on his mind is knocking me out while his daughter’s at home watching baby shows every morning about how she should grow up to be more like me and my friends when she grows up.
She gestures towards the college students dressed in fatigues smiling menacingly at ringside. Then, Kenzie’s expression gets a little more serious as she drops an octave.
Kenzie: See, I’m the brightest star on Freedom with big dreams, big goals, and more motivation than anyone in this building. So if you think for even a second that I’ll allow Latimer to dim my light just because it's SEERING his corneas, think again.
Spinning again with her arms wide stretched, she soaks in the audience’s reaction before she flashes a bright toothy grin hiding malice in her closed eyes for just a moment.
Kenzie: Now, let’s take a cue from Scotty, mhm. Your chairs can be pushed back, there should be enough room. To all those who support me and want to feel inspired, I implore you all — in the Matthews Arena or wherever you might be — to kneel and bask in the glow of my positive energy.
The college students wearing Kenzie’s colors at ringside dropped to their knees instantly while the mass of humanity behind the barricade all collectively showed their displeasure. Although, there were a small number of people who dropped to their knees to show support for the Luminary, all of them bowing their heads respectfully towards the stage where Kenzie stood proud of her actions.
Kenzie: That’s right. Hashtag Kneel2Kenzie.
She says the words in a whisper like an ASMR YouTube video, as if she were trying to sneak that in without anybody giving it much mind.
Kenzie: In yoga, it’s called the “Vajrasana pose.” Sit back on your legs to take the weight off your knees. It should help your lower back feel better, too. It—
Rayven Hardy: I think we’ve all heard just about enough of this fake inspiring nonsense for one night, am I right?
The fans recognize the voice before they even see who it is, but Rayven’s arrival to the top of the entranceway was enough to get the fans off their feet. The former World Champion was wearing her ring gear with her now famous ‘Uninspired’ t-shirt, clearly a dig at the young lady in the ring. She marches towards ringside with purpose, with a microphone in her hand of course.
Rayven Hardy: Ever since you returned, you’ve done nothing inspiring at all. You do whatever you have to do to make sure the spotlight is on you, but what have you done with it? Sneak attacked me? Sat on the apron while I wrestled us to victory? Made sure your entrance music was played to cost me yet another match? If you really wanted to inspire people, why not do something that is actually inspirational?
Hardy reaches the ringside area through Kenzie’s fanatics and walks up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. She makes her way to the center and turns back to the fans before stepping into the ring. Showing no fear or hesitation, Rayven walks directly up to Kenzie and stops just two feet or so from her.
Rayven Hardy: I’m right here, Kenz. Isn’t this what you wanted? Your time, your terms, well guess what? I came to you. If you have an issue with me, a real issue with me? Why don’t we settle it once and for all? We don’t need an official match and I don’t need proper permission to kick your ass!
The fans erupt as Rayven raises her right hand but Kenzie’s booming voice interrupts her as she holds her free hand into the air as if asking Rayven to slow down for a moment.
Kenzie: Lily said I’m supposed to be against Scotty tonight. You wouldn’t want to cross the boss and insult your buddy Latimer all for petty revenge, would you?
Rayven looks around ringside, as if to get the fans input. They are egging her on to throw a punch at Kenzie, but for the moment, she’s holding back.
Kenzie: Maybe you should just take a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth a few times to calm yourself down right now. It does wonders, I promise!
Rayven Hardy: I didn’t come out here to listen to more of the crap you’ve been spewing for weeks and weeks now. We had a friendship at one point, and you ruined that for what? Because you THINK I’ve been narcissistic or you THINK I’ve been selfish, but I can make a promise to you, just like the little promise you just made. If I were selfish? I’d wait until we did get the match I asked for, but the fans want me to settle this right now, and I did PROMISE to entertain them tonight…
Kenzie looks straight ahead at Rayven almost nose-to-nose, the tension between them at an all-time high. There’s fire in their eyes while the crowd gets louder and louder! Finally, just when it looks like the two are about to fight, Kenzie looks to the ringside floor where her soldiers surround the ring and gestures with a tilt of her head for them to get inside. All ten men and women enter and wrap around the San Francisco Miracle as Kenzie playfully smiles in Rayven’s face, unmoving. Hardy looks around, knowing she’s out-numbered she mouths ‘really?’ to Kenzie.
A large portly man and an agile thin woman rush Rayven first. The fan favorite’s hit with a surprise punch to the jaw, but she dodges the consecutive strike to counterpunch the man straight in the gut that sends him buckling over. In an instant, Ray back kicks the woman’s legs out from underneath her. Springboard swing DDTing the man hunched forward from the counterpunch, she kicks another attacker down in mid-flight. Rayven spots her target, just a few feet away and points at her. Kenzie notices the point and tries to avoid the action, scurrying to the opposite side of the ring while Rayven takes out three more of the fanatics. With four more left standing, Rayven seems a little out of breath as she Irish whips a female radical into the opposite corner and hits them with a hard shoulder tackle that crumbles her to the mat. She hits another with a crossbody until one of the stronger fanatics deadlifts her into the air, sets her up into a powerbomb position, and tries to slam her down. Rayven reverses into a hurricanrana, though! Kenzie shouts at her followers to do better as one last woman gets hit with a Sleeperhold Drop, then lacks the wherewithal to get her knees up when Rayven hits a standing Skittle Star Press (Shooting Star Press)!
With all ten down, Kenzie tries to jump on top of Rayven right after she lands the Skittle Star Press. Rayven’s still on the ground when Kenzie fully mounts her and lands some solid Muay Thai elbows! One of them bloodies the fan favorite! The fans boo Kenzie as she snarls down at her former friend bloody beneath her until Rayven kicks her ankle, dropping Kenzie. From there, Rayven scurries to crawl on top of Rydell! She begins to throw forearms of her own, each of them connecting as the fans are going crazy! Just as Rayven begins to really lay into Kenzie, Liberty security rushes the ring and pulls Ray off of Kenzie! Rydell was hurt, there was no hiding it as she makes it to a knee and shouts at the security to do their job as Rayven was like a woman possessed, trying to get past the now three large security guards that were holding her back!
Fans: Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!
Rayven is eventually pushed back into a corner as the fans cheers turn to boos as Rayven is calmed by the event staff. Rayven finally puts her hands up to signal that she was done. The guards let her go and she pushes by them and leaps onto Kenzie again and this time they roll around the mat until Kenzie is able to push Rayven off and roll under the bottom rope to a few more of her supporters who have now made their presence known. Rayven stands up, breathing heavily while wearing a satisfied grin as she wipes the blood from her face while we cut to a commercial break to clear the ring of the chaos!
VILARO FITNESS COMMERCIAL
The screen soon turns to the following paid-for announcement that has been paid for by Vilaro Fitness, and the Vilaro System becomes a better you today. In a female voice. Before cutting to the most obnoxious techno music playing in the background and shots of Marisol Vilaro doing lunges, and other exercises while trying to help others become better versions of themselves, before the montage cuts and standing front and center is none other than The Fitness Queen herself Marisol Vilaro, who is dressed in her Vilaro Fitness activewear workout gear purple with black stripes down the legs of the yoga pants, and a matching top. As she looks into the camera with her trademark bright smile as she begins to speak into her headset microphone.
Marisol Vilaro: Tired of being out of shape? Tired of being called to play the state puff marshmallow man? Tired of not being able to walk a foot without breaking into a sweat? Well, my name is Marisol Vilaro and I am here to help you be a better you! Now I know what you think Marisol you told us about your amazing program the Vilaro System last week, and now you’re back again how lucky we are?! Well you’re right you’re lucky, but I want to help everyone be the best they can be!
Marisol gives a huge smirk, in her bubbly way walks over to where we see a young woman on a treadmill. Who was going on a brisk walk on the treadmill. The Spanish beauty looks at them perplexed a bit before smiling as she says.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on Mary you want to burn that belly jelly? You want to be ready for summer? I mean you live in Florida? Then you need to go faster.
Mary quickly adjusts and begins running, but Marisol shakes her head, not really impressed.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on, you can do it here, let me help.
Marisol ups the speed, again as the young woman is seen struggling with it before doing face plant and sliding off. As Marisol shakes her head, the Fitness Queen turns it off. As she says in an almost condescending tone.
Marisol Vilaro: We all have to start somewhere right Mary get up, and do some crunches, while I tell these tubs of goo about the amazing Vilaro System.
Marisol soon turns and walks off as the cameras follow her as we see many people in the workout studio. As she saunters over and stops right in front of her shaker cup taking a sip of what's in it, before turning to the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: Again it does take discipline and willpower, something a lot of you need in your lives desperately, you need to be motivated and take charge. My system helps you do that! Because with the Vilaro System I, have taken out the guesswork of how to take care of your needs you get the meal plan, you get access to the Team Vilaro social media groups, you get access to my Monday motivation, you get the workouts so literally, everything is laid out to help you be a better you.
The screen flashes people before and after pictures back and forth on the screen with a time-lapse of sixty days. As the screen then turns back to the proud young woman who was doing a quick resistance band workout, she stops and says.
Marisol Vilaro: For just five easy payments of $49.99 you can go from flab to fab! And trust me these resistance bands are like the resilience I will be facing at Liberty Wrestling, as strong as they might be I am stronger, and at the end of the day it will be no sweat.
Marisol then goes back to her workout, as the screen fades with the preceding announcement that has been paid for by Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System. In the same female voice, the scene then fades to black.
The screen soon turns to the following paid-for announcement that has been paid for by Vilaro Fitness, and the Vilaro System becomes a better you today. In a female voice. Before cutting to the most obnoxious techno music playing in the background and shots of Marisol Vilaro doing lunges, and other exercises while trying to help others become better versions of themselves, before the montage cuts and standing front and center is none other than The Fitness Queen herself Marisol Vilaro, who is dressed in her Vilaro Fitness activewear workout gear purple with black stripes down the legs of the yoga pants, and a matching top. As she looks into the camera with her trademark bright smile as she begins to speak into her headset microphone.
Marisol Vilaro: Tired of being out of shape? Tired of being called to play the state puff marshmallow man? Tired of not being able to walk a foot without breaking into a sweat? Well, my name is Marisol Vilaro and I am here to help you be a better you! Now I know what you think Marisol you told us about your amazing program the Vilaro System last week, and now you’re back again how lucky we are?! Well you’re right you’re lucky, but I want to help everyone be the best they can be!
Marisol gives a huge smirk, in her bubbly way walks over to where we see a young woman on a treadmill. Who was going on a brisk walk on the treadmill. The Spanish beauty looks at them perplexed a bit before smiling as she says.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on Mary you want to burn that belly jelly? You want to be ready for summer? I mean you live in Florida? Then you need to go faster.
Mary quickly adjusts and begins running, but Marisol shakes her head, not really impressed.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on, you can do it here, let me help.
Marisol ups the speed, again as the young woman is seen struggling with it before doing face plant and sliding off. As Marisol shakes her head, the Fitness Queen turns it off. As she says in an almost condescending tone.
Marisol Vilaro: We all have to start somewhere right Mary get up, and do some crunches, while I tell these tubs of goo about the amazing Vilaro System.
Marisol soon turns and walks off as the cameras follow her as we see many people in the workout studio. As she saunters over and stops right in front of her shaker cup taking a sip of what's in it, before turning to the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: Again it does take discipline and willpower, something a lot of you need in your lives desperately, you need to be motivated and take charge. My system helps you do that! Because with the Vilaro System I, have taken out the guesswork of how to take care of your needs you get the meal plan, you get access to the Team Vilaro social media groups, you get access to my Monday motivation, you get the workouts so literally, everything is laid out to help you be a better you.
The screen flashes people before and after pictures back and forth on the screen with a time-lapse of sixty days. As the screen then turns back to the proud young woman who was doing a quick resistance band workout, she stops and says.
Marisol Vilaro: For just five easy payments of $49.99 you can go from flab to fab! And trust me these resistance bands are like the resilience I will be facing at Liberty Wrestling, as strong as they might be I am stronger, and at the end of the day it will be no sweat.
Marisol then goes back to her workout, as the screen fades with the preceding announcement that has been paid for by Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System. In the same female voice, the scene then fades to black.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Cait Flanagan vs Hilary Levandrier
Cait Flanagan vs Hilary Levandrier
RECAP Cait Flanagan had just become the King of-... Uh, actually, the Queen of New York Champion! The QONY CHAMPION! She looked ready to prove that she was a worthy champion in her match here with Hilary, who just came off of a brutal draw with Jack Graves. These two women are fighters, through and through. The match was even, and it was clear they both had something to prove. Cait wanted to show that there’s a reason she is a double champion in this industry. Meanwhile, Hilary wanted to show the world that the Levandrier wrestling family was far from finished. She carried the name with pride and it showed through every punch and suplex she put out there in this match. Cait almost pulled off a victory when Josh Anderson distracted the referee and Flanagan grabbed her purse from the corner, which we could only guess was a loaded one, and The Million Dollar Baby went swinging but SHE MISSED! Hilary then kicked the purse away before dropping Cait with Vancity Lights - Arm-Trap Flatliner!! She pinned and picked up the huge win over the QONY Champion! What does this mean? Will Levandrier get a shot at the champ? WINNER Hilary Levandrier METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:10 FINISHING MOVE Vancity Lights |
BACKSTAGE
In the loading area one of the entrance doors swings open. In walks Scotty Latimer with his bag and a bottle of water. He starts walking towards the locker room when he walks by a monitor replaying what Kenzie was saying. It was right where she was talking about his family.
"I do want him to succeed, you know. In fact, I want him to win the Freedom Championship. He doesn’t see that, though. He doesn’t see that I want the best for him and his family. All he’s got on his mind is knocking me out while his daughter’s at home watching baby shows every morning about how she should grow up to be more like me and my friends when she grows up."
She gestures towards the college students dressed in fatigues smiling menacingly at ringside.
The arena reacts as the camera cuts back to Scotty. His face told the story as he threw the water to the side and began storming towards the locker room. He arrives as one of Kenzie's followers was standing guard. Wasting no time Scotty strikes, beating the living hell out of the college and then launches him into the wall knocking him out. He busts the door in finding it empty besides chairs and a podium. He paces around the room.
Scotty Latimer: She went too far...I'm going to end her…..
Just then he stopped. He took a deep breath and walked back into the hallway. He saw the guy starting to get up so he briskly disposed of him again. He throws him out of the scene.
Scotty Latimer: I only have one focus….and that is the Freedom championship. But tonight you Kenzie. I'm just going to have fun with you. I'm going to personally thank you for your inspiration. Matter of fact I'm going to thank you so much you'll never have to worry about helping me again.
Scotty Latimer begins walking away then stops and shakes his finger.
Scotty Latimer: But mention my daughter again? I'll end your career and cut out your lying tongue. See you out there.
Scotty walks away with the crowd in the background cheering
In the loading area one of the entrance doors swings open. In walks Scotty Latimer with his bag and a bottle of water. He starts walking towards the locker room when he walks by a monitor replaying what Kenzie was saying. It was right where she was talking about his family.
"I do want him to succeed, you know. In fact, I want him to win the Freedom Championship. He doesn’t see that, though. He doesn’t see that I want the best for him and his family. All he’s got on his mind is knocking me out while his daughter’s at home watching baby shows every morning about how she should grow up to be more like me and my friends when she grows up."
She gestures towards the college students dressed in fatigues smiling menacingly at ringside.
The arena reacts as the camera cuts back to Scotty. His face told the story as he threw the water to the side and began storming towards the locker room. He arrives as one of Kenzie's followers was standing guard. Wasting no time Scotty strikes, beating the living hell out of the college and then launches him into the wall knocking him out. He busts the door in finding it empty besides chairs and a podium. He paces around the room.
Scotty Latimer: She went too far...I'm going to end her…..
Just then he stopped. He took a deep breath and walked back into the hallway. He saw the guy starting to get up so he briskly disposed of him again. He throws him out of the scene.
Scotty Latimer: I only have one focus….and that is the Freedom championship. But tonight you Kenzie. I'm just going to have fun with you. I'm going to personally thank you for your inspiration. Matter of fact I'm going to thank you so much you'll never have to worry about helping me again.
Scotty Latimer begins walking away then stops and shakes his finger.
Scotty Latimer: But mention my daughter again? I'll end your career and cut out your lying tongue. See you out there.
Scotty walks away with the crowd in the background cheering
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Scotty Latimer vs Kenzie
Scotty Latimer vs Kenzie
RECAP There was no love lost between Latimer and Kenzie, as the two shared a war of words throughout the week. Scotty, the number one contender for the Freedom Championship, showed why exactly he had been on fire as of late. He picked up a big win over Rayven the other week, and now he was taking it to her rival, Kenzie. Scotty was soon distracted by the Luminary’s fanatics appearing ringside. He kept an eye on all of the young inspired folks Kenzie convinced to follow her and one jumped on the apron. Latimer obliterated them but Kenzie took this change to take Scotty down with a reverse DDT before she locked in"Halo Leglock" — spinning inverted figure four leglock. Scotty looked like he had nowhere to go but he soon found a burst of strength and he made it to the ropes. Kenzie soon let go after the four count but then she waited for Latimer to stir. When he did, Kenzie charged and leaped into the air, going for "Sacred Light" — springboard float-over cutter but Latimer threw her off of him! Latimer then lined Kenzie up and he nailed her with the Final Wave! But before he could pin her, her fanatics pulled her out of the ring! What is going on here!? Scotty was irate. He hit the ropes and he did a plancha over them, taking out Kenzie’s entire crew! He then grabbed Kenzie and put her back into the ring as the referee was counting them out. The count was at eight and Latimer tried to get in but two different fanatics had Scotty’s legs! The referee couldn’t see it and the count hit ten! Kenzie won by countout! Scotty lost it and he absolutely leveled every single fanatic in his way. He then got into the ring and Kenzie tried to attack him but BANG! FINAL WAVE! Latimer yelled expletives at Kenzie, telling her to never talk about his kid ever again, before he left. Kenzie soon got up to her hands and knees and smirked, before proclaiming that she inspired Scotty to find his passion again and that when he becomes Freedom Champion, he will have to thank her. WINNER Kenzie METHOD Countout MATCH LENGTH 12:21 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
“Ain’t shit I could teach you, Emery. You been here as long as I have. Longer, actually. You seen it like I seen it.”
Once again? Caroline Dallins is alone backstage. No Sparrow. It is extremely telling that when he has to deal with things oncoming, she’s right there. When it is time for Killer C to go to work though? It’s as if there isn’t anyone even remotely named Sparrow. Poof. Gone. Never heard of him. Her time is her time alone, no sharing of the spotlight. It really does get you thinking, doesn’t it? Caroline folds her fingers together, leaning back in a chair. She’s already dressed for tonight’s match against Emery Layton. It’s just a matter of when now.
Caroline: That match with Cecily was a lesson. Everything I do...In regards to Baby Bird right now, is a lesson. I just keep sitting here and waiting and waiting...Hoping Emery. Hoping that one day he does the right thing and takes all these lessons to heart. I feel it, I know it, I taste it...It’s coming. I know it is. It has to be because otherwise, what have I been doing all these things for. Why wouldn’t I force Sparrow’s hand so we run up on Corbett and Lawless at LIberation? Okay so maybe I lied to little Baby Ant when I said it was Sparrow’s idea...But it helped everyone involved.
The most terrifying thing is Caroline sounds like she believes it. Ignoring the fact that she didn’t even bat so much as an eyelash that Sparrow lost the KONY championship to Cait Flanagan. That Sparrow probably already paid out for Antoinette and Markus’s shipping for their fans for the next week. Hell, if it had been Caroline’s championship, there would be swearing death and destruction on Cait’s immediate family, no rest until so on, and so forth, blithely making threats until the sun went down and came up again.
Nothing.
Sparrow faced Arabella after losing his championship, while Caroline, his manager, faces Emery, a Freedom Championship contender. Is there something wrong with this picture? From the looks of it? Killer C hardly seems to think so, talking like normal.
Caroline: Oh right. I love brand wars. That’s also why. I mean sure but it’s all teaching Emery. Because they have to learn. They have to see. How many companies will have at one time or another, a group that gets a little too big for their britches? Sometimes they win every championship the place has. Sometimes, they’re about as threatening as dryer sheets and you can ignore them. They’ll never amount to anything, they won’t accomplish anything, nothing of value was lost. Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this one before She-King. I know you have.
Killer C leans back in her chair and lets out an exhale before she gives a quick check of her elbow pad.
Caroline: So I can’t teach you anything, Emery. I can’t make you see anything you haven’t seen before...You know what though? You can help me with today’s problem.
She clears her throat and motions for the camera to get in a little closer.
Caroline: Emery Layton is one of the most well-traveled wrestlers in the industry and she has been for nearly two decades. Emery is a contender for TJ Techniques’ Freedom Championship, even though she refuses to get her hands dirty defending the brand. Caroline Dallins is an old hand at the professional wrestling game, and she is trying to show her client Sparrow how far one has to go to accomplish things that they want. What happens when Caroline Dallins beats
Emery Layton in the middle of that ring, and makes an argument that she should be Freedom Champion...Since no one else wants to fight for this damn brand?“Ain’t shit I could teach you, Emery. You been here as long as I have. Longer, actually. You seen it like I seen it.”
Once again? Caroline Dallins is alone backstage. No Sparrow. It is extremely telling that when he has to deal with things oncoming, she’s right there. When it is time for Killer C to go to work though? It’s as if there isn’t anyone even remotely named Sparrow. Poof. Gone. Never heard of him. Her time is her time alone, no sharing of the spotlight. It really does get you thinking, doesn’t it? Caroline folds her fingers together, leaning back in a chair. She’s already dressed for tonight’s match against Emery Layton. It’s just a matter of when now.
Caroline: That match with Cecily was a lesson. Everything I do...In regards to Baby Bird right now, is a lesson. I just keep sitting here and waiting and waiting...Hoping Emery. Hoping that one day he does the right thing and takes all these lessons to heart. I feel it, I know it, I taste it...It’s coming. I know it is. It has to be because otherwise, what have I been doing all these things for. Why wouldn’t I force Sparrow’s hand so we run up on Corbett and Lawless at LIberation? Okay so maybe I lied to little Baby Ant when I said it was Sparrow’s idea...But it helped everyone involved.
The most terrifying thing is Caroline sounds like she believes it. Ignoring the fact that she didn’t even bat so much as an eyelash that Sparrow lost the KONY championship to Cait Flanagan. That Sparrow probably already paid out for Antoinette and Markus’s shipping for their fans for the next week. Hell, if it had been Caroline’s championship, there would be swearing death and destruction on Cait’s immediate family, no rest until so on, and so forth, blithely making threats until the sun went down and came up again.
Nothing.
Sparrow faced Arabella after losing his championship, while Caroline, his manager, faces Emery, a Freedom Championship contender. Is there something wrong with this picture? From the looks of it? Killer C hardly seems to think so, talking like normal.
Caroline: Oh right. I love brand wars. That’s also why. I mean sure but it’s all teaching Emery. Because they have to learn. They have to see. How many companies will have at one time or another, a group that gets a little too big for their britches? Sometimes they win every championship the place has. Sometimes, they’re about as threatening as dryer sheets and you can ignore them. They’ll never amount to anything, they won’t accomplish anything, nothing of value was lost. Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this one before She-King. I know you have.
Killer C leans back in her chair and lets out an exhale before she gives a quick check of her elbow pad.
Caroline: So I can’t teach you anything, Emery. I can’t make you see anything you haven’t seen before...You know what though? You can help me with today’s problem.
She clears her throat and motions for the camera to get in a little closer.
Caroline: Emery Layton is one of the most well-traveled wrestlers in the industry and she has been for nearly two decades. Emery is a contender for TJ Techniques’ Freedom Championship, even though she refuses to get her hands dirty defending the brand. Caroline Dallins is an old hand at the professional wrestling game, and she is trying to show her client Sparrow how far one has to go to accomplish things that they want. What happens when Caroline Dallins beats
Caroline Dallins sneers.
Caroline: Solve for C, Emery.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Blyss Lockhart vs Michael Marou
Blyss Lockhart vs Michael Marou
RECAP Before the bell even rang, Blyss Lockhart was ALL OVER Michael Marou. She was clearly in a foul mood thanks to several factors; Emery Layton, Brendan Samuels and especially with what happened to Dante Locke earlier. She had no patience for this and she wanted to set an example. She hit Michael with a bicycle kick that left him dazed. Blyss then took Marou down with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors, which she quickly turned into Hand of Fate (Arm-trap crossface). The torque on the move was crazy as Blyss pulled on it as hard as possible, almost seriously injuring Marou as he furiously tapped out! The bell rang and Lockhart was announced the winner but she refused to let go. She held on for at least ten more seconds before she shoved Marou’s face into the canvas. Lockhart couldn’t help but grin as she looked down at Michael, satisfied with what she just did. Blyss yelled out that he was weak, just like Brendan and Emery. She then left the ring as backstage crew rushed to the ring to check on Michael. WINNER Blyss Lockhart METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 1:23 FINISHING MOVE Hand of Fate |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
A park bench on a cold, winter’s day in Boston. One leg dangling off the side, Emery Layton sits there with a pile of books in a scene that’s clearly earlier on today. We know that because a graphic goes past the screen to helpfully inform us of this. Oh, there’s quite the selection of books, though. The Importance Of Being Earnest, The Catcher In The Rye and then, curiously, one she’s reading right now with a strange name. She holds it up so that we may all see the title. “The Book Of Caroline”. Upon noticing us, Em jumps to attention.
Emery Layton: Ooh! Come here. Lemme read this. Always liked reading stories to people, me. It’s how I learned! Popping off to the library, picking up See Spot Run and reading it to my little cousin. Great days. Coulda done Jackanory. Anyway! Now! Listen in.
She beckons us in quickly and we look up at her, like a child sitting cross-legged as a teacher reads to the class. Em clears her throat.
Emery Layton: Once upon a time, there was a girl who’s name was known across the land. And she did real well, too. All over the world, people would look at her and say ‘there she goes, boy I wonder if I could beat her’ and with a swagger in her step she’d take ‘em all down. Won gold here, there and everywhere. Even got so good, she was inducted into the Hall of Fame. And then one day, after a match with a close friend, she was gone, and people were sad. But then they moved on, cos you do. The world moved on without her, the drum kept on beating. Years passed, and the girl came back. But she wasn’t met with a hero's welcome. Nah, she came back angry at the world. Like it owed her or something. She lost herself. Her attitude, her resentment. It turned her into a monster. And it was all her fault.
With a quick “ooh shit”, Emery fidgets as the cover drops from the book, revealing she has actually been reading a different one. “The Book Of Emery”. She hesitates a bit, holding the book like it’s a rat she’s caught by the tail.
Emery Layton: Yeah. Bit of a shit story, I thought. Rubbish. Taking it back to the library, first chance I get.
She chucks it over her shoulder, now holding The Book Of Caroline once again.
Emery Layton: Now, this one! Oooft, this one here. I stayed up all night reading this and. Mm. I dunno. Seems pretty similar to me so far. Feel like I know where it’s going. Feel like I know how it ends, and I dunno if I can keep reading it. Just feel like the ending’s gonna make me dead sad, honestly. Mostly cos I know it could be better. Caroline Dallins could choose to be better, she just doesn’t. But y’know what? I don’t think she’s arsed. I don’t think she’s even slightly bothered how anyone else feels. And it just kinda bums me out, know what I mean? Caroline Dallins, Killer C, making her big return after three whole years and instead of coming back stronger or wiser, you came back like this. A self-absorbed old dickhead, annoyed cos she didn’t get the career ending she wanted. I know your story, Caroline. I’ve seen your story. I’ve lived your story…
Carefully, she swaps The Book Of Caroline for The Book Of Emery she threw away earlier, which she now holds with a slight bit more dignity.
Emery Layton: And it brings me back to this book here, and the reason I think it’s rubbish isn’t just cos of the miserable content or the fact it cut out all the jokes but the fact it’s gotta be an older edition. Completely misses out the next bit. The part where she wakes up one morning, looks in the mirror- unable to even recognise the person staring back, and she goes ‘who the fuck am I?’ That horrible moment of realisation that the person she thinks she is isn’t who she’s become and she was the last to find out. And above all else, it completely misses the moral of the story- how people last see you is how they’ll remember you, and only you can change that.
Putting the book to her side, on top of the pile, she sits forward, a slight bit of a more serious tone in her voice as the She-King addresses us, Killer C and Freedom as a whole.
Emery Layton: I get why you came back, Caroline, God knows I do. I know what you’re chasing. Blyss Lockhart or Kenzie or the Society lot, everyone who came back, they’re all chasing the same thing. You think they want their final moment to be what it was before they came back? No, of course not! You think it didn’t eat me alive for two years that the last time anyone saw me in a ring, I was a crying mess who’d lost everything? Course it did! But you gotta take a long, hard yourself at yourself Caroline. Have a sit down, a real heart-to-heart, and ask yourself how you wanna be remembered. You wanna fight this little war with your little knobhead mates cos Lily and Nathan are having a little tiff then go for it, be my guest. If that’s how you wanna be remembered, you do that. The great Caroline Dallins, reduced to this. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go and win the Freedom Championship inside Hell In A Cell with TJ Techniques and Scotty Latimer next weekend, and I’m gonna use it to bring people up with me because at this point in my career that’s the only reason I should be fighting for titles and above all else, that’s what I want to do. If none of these other so-called veterans on this show give two squirts of piss about anyone other than themselves or what’s happening on the other show, then I fucking will.
Picking up her books, Emery stands.
A park bench on a cold, winter’s day in Boston. One leg dangling off the side, Emery Layton sits there with a pile of books in a scene that’s clearly earlier on today. We know that because a graphic goes past the screen to helpfully inform us of this. Oh, there’s quite the selection of books, though. The Importance Of Being Earnest, The Catcher In The Rye and then, curiously, one she’s reading right now with a strange name. She holds it up so that we may all see the title. “The Book Of Caroline”. Upon noticing us, Em jumps to attention.
Emery Layton: Ooh! Come here. Lemme read this. Always liked reading stories to people, me. It’s how I learned! Popping off to the library, picking up See Spot Run and reading it to my little cousin. Great days. Coulda done Jackanory. Anyway! Now! Listen in.
She beckons us in quickly and we look up at her, like a child sitting cross-legged as a teacher reads to the class. Em clears her throat.
Emery Layton: Once upon a time, there was a girl who’s name was known across the land. And she did real well, too. All over the world, people would look at her and say ‘there she goes, boy I wonder if I could beat her’ and with a swagger in her step she’d take ‘em all down. Won gold here, there and everywhere. Even got so good, she was inducted into the Hall of Fame. And then one day, after a match with a close friend, she was gone, and people were sad. But then they moved on, cos you do. The world moved on without her, the drum kept on beating. Years passed, and the girl came back. But she wasn’t met with a hero's welcome. Nah, she came back angry at the world. Like it owed her or something. She lost herself. Her attitude, her resentment. It turned her into a monster. And it was all her fault.
With a quick “ooh shit”, Emery fidgets as the cover drops from the book, revealing she has actually been reading a different one. “The Book Of Emery”. She hesitates a bit, holding the book like it’s a rat she’s caught by the tail.
Emery Layton: Yeah. Bit of a shit story, I thought. Rubbish. Taking it back to the library, first chance I get.
She chucks it over her shoulder, now holding The Book Of Caroline once again.
Emery Layton: Now, this one! Oooft, this one here. I stayed up all night reading this and. Mm. I dunno. Seems pretty similar to me so far. Feel like I know where it’s going. Feel like I know how it ends, and I dunno if I can keep reading it. Just feel like the ending’s gonna make me dead sad, honestly. Mostly cos I know it could be better. Caroline Dallins could choose to be better, she just doesn’t. But y’know what? I don’t think she’s arsed. I don’t think she’s even slightly bothered how anyone else feels. And it just kinda bums me out, know what I mean? Caroline Dallins, Killer C, making her big return after three whole years and instead of coming back stronger or wiser, you came back like this. A self-absorbed old dickhead, annoyed cos she didn’t get the career ending she wanted. I know your story, Caroline. I’ve seen your story. I’ve lived your story…
Carefully, she swaps The Book Of Caroline for The Book Of Emery she threw away earlier, which she now holds with a slight bit more dignity.
Emery Layton: And it brings me back to this book here, and the reason I think it’s rubbish isn’t just cos of the miserable content or the fact it cut out all the jokes but the fact it’s gotta be an older edition. Completely misses out the next bit. The part where she wakes up one morning, looks in the mirror- unable to even recognise the person staring back, and she goes ‘who the fuck am I?’ That horrible moment of realisation that the person she thinks she is isn’t who she’s become and she was the last to find out. And above all else, it completely misses the moral of the story- how people last see you is how they’ll remember you, and only you can change that.
Putting the book to her side, on top of the pile, she sits forward, a slight bit of a more serious tone in her voice as the She-King addresses us, Killer C and Freedom as a whole.
Emery Layton: I get why you came back, Caroline, God knows I do. I know what you’re chasing. Blyss Lockhart or Kenzie or the Society lot, everyone who came back, they’re all chasing the same thing. You think they want their final moment to be what it was before they came back? No, of course not! You think it didn’t eat me alive for two years that the last time anyone saw me in a ring, I was a crying mess who’d lost everything? Course it did! But you gotta take a long, hard yourself at yourself Caroline. Have a sit down, a real heart-to-heart, and ask yourself how you wanna be remembered. You wanna fight this little war with your little knobhead mates cos Lily and Nathan are having a little tiff then go for it, be my guest. If that’s how you wanna be remembered, you do that. The great Caroline Dallins, reduced to this. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go and win the Freedom Championship inside Hell In A Cell with TJ Techniques and Scotty Latimer next weekend, and I’m gonna use it to bring people up with me because at this point in my career that’s the only reason I should be fighting for titles and above all else, that’s what I want to do. If none of these other so-called veterans on this show give two squirts of piss about anyone other than themselves or what’s happening on the other show, then I fucking will.
Picking up her books, Emery stands.
Emery Layton: Just like people helped out this small Traveller girl when she was getting started, she will do the same for others. That’s what I’ll do. That’s what my story looks like. How’s yours gonna look?
With her pile of books in her hands Emery Layton leaves us, not to be seen again until the co-main event.
MATCH NINE: SINGLES
Rayven Hardy vs Cecily Bell
Rayven Hardy vs Cecily Bell
RECAP Cecily Bell had a rough go at it last week against a veteran like Carolin Dallins, so she felt like she had something to prove. She charged the Nightfall trained talent and took the lead of the match. Rayven started to make a recovery soon but Cecily kept control with a rake to the eyes. Rayven grabbed her face as she recoiled in pain and CeCe took her out with a snap DDT. She pinned but couldn’t keep the young Hardy down. Cecily controlled the better part of this match but she made a mistake when she went for a powerbomb that Rayven reversed into a hurricanrana. The fans cheered as the fan favorite finally showed some offense. The two would then trade back and forth blows but Rayven would get the lead! Cecily then hit Rayven with a forearm to the face, causing Hardy to take a step back. Bell then went for a clothesline but Rayven ducked it! When Cecily turned around, she was leveled by a superkick from Rayven! Rayven then climbed the top ropes and she leaped off, hitting Skittle Star Press (Shooting Star Press). She then hooked the leg and the referee made the count and it was three! Rayven, after withstanding an attack from Kenzie and her fanatics earlier in the night, pulled off the huge win over Cecily! WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:32 FINISHING MOVE Skittle Star Press |
RINGSIDE
Lily Callaghan stands in the middle of the ring, mic in hand preparing to address the crowd.
Lily Callaghan: Last week I was a woman of my word. I gave you an entire show free from those meddlesome Society inbreds. Some may say I crossed a line or two but when you’re fighting against terrorists you have to be willing to stoop to their…
Suddenly the video feed goes black with Lily demanding that the video be fixed, but as soon as it finally comes back on, we see BECKY BALFOUR standing outside at the Tobin Bridge in Boston. The camera switches back to show Lily standing in the ring while Becky is shown on the big screen in the arena.
Becky Balfour: It’s fuckin’ cold in Boston. Fortunately, I’ve been adapting. Spending time with Syn has changed a lot about me, actually. But the more things change, the more some things stay the same.
Becky’s breath was visible in the bitter cold night. She was wearing a pair of skin tight black jeans, black boots and a leather jacket. Her bright hair stood out among the dark attire.
Becky Balfour: But congrats Lil, you found a way to reach me. You should be proud of that, actually. It isn’t often that anyone has ever run Becky Balfour and The Society out of any building anywhere in the world, but you? You figured it out. There’s only one problem. You started something that only you can end. Or, we can, but I’m giving you the opportunity first because at my core, I’m a fair, reasonable person.
Inside the ring Lily rolls her eyes at the idea of Becky being fair and reasonable.
Becky Balfour: So my offer is this. You leave Syn out of it, and we handle it between us, or…we escalate things to the next level. The floor is yours.
Becky snarls at the camera as we get a view of Lily in the ring, she seems mildly amused by this offer.
Lily Callaghan: Why Becky Balfour, are you asking me to give up the pawn you laid at my feet? You’re asking me to look the other way when you’re exposed yourself?
Lily rubs her chin as if she’s considering before her expression turns cold.
Lily Callaghan: NOT ON YOUR LIFE.
Becky Balfour: I expected you to be ignorant, and a coward bitch. Bringing the innocent into something that has nothing to do with them. As a matter of fact, this bridge is familiar, isn’t it?
Becky looks behind her and then back at the camera as the cold wind blows her bright hair a bit.
Becky Balfour: This is the bridge that you ‘supposedly’ disappeared on, isn’t it? I think in your defiance, it’s time to recreate the past. This is a family affair after all. You’ve met my family, right?
As Becky grins, SETH LAWLESS and WARREN CORBETT emerge from off camera into the frame, but they aren’t alone. Each man is holding a bloody and beaten LIAM CALLAGHAN by an arm! Lily is heard gasping in the ring as the camera on the bridge gets a close up of Liam. His nose was bleeding and his bottom lip was split. His head hung low as Seth smacked the side of his unconscious face.
Becky Balfour: You want to play? Lets fucking play! Only this time, we’ll make sure the little Callaghan doesn’t EVER return. Did you think I went soft? Did you REALLY think you could find ANYTHING that would deter US from getting payback? Did you really doubt us?
Seth laughs a little bit as he tugs at the hair of Liam a little bit. Seth has a winter hat on over his bald head, he is wearing jeans and a Michigan Wolverine winter jacket.
Seth Lawless: Lil, Lil, Lil. You see I have nothing to lose. I’ve been in the dark for a long, long time and you know what? I HATED IT!
Seth yells a bit as his breath can be seen in the dark cold air.
Seth Lawless: Not anymore. I’m here and whoever gets in my way is going to be run over and poor Liam was in the way Lil. You want a war you’ve got it. And I’ll be the damn enforcer. Or as I was called before the Problem Solver.
Seth cackles a bit more as he slaps Liam a little bit. Warren laughs with him, before yanking Liam up a little more onto his feet. Corbett’s black pants and Iron Maiden shirt have a layer of dirt and grime on them, indicating a scuffle.
Warren Corbett: You asked me if I was really willing to let things escalate for just some girl. I didn’t answer then, because I know that actions always speak louder than words. I did speak to Becky, but not in the way you hoped. Syn has become one of our own, and anyone in Liberty should know by now that when you target one of our own, we hit back even harder!
Warren balls his hand into a fist, reaching down and socking Liam in the gut, his many rings sure to leave an array of round-shaped bruises. He pulls back on Liam’s head.
Warren Corbett: THIS is what that looks like, Lily. Does THIS answer your question?
Lily is white as a ghost as she stands in the ring with the microphone hanging by her side.
Becky Balfour: I said before that you should be proud of yourself, and you really should be. Look at Liam. This piece of shit is exactly where fate should have him, and now? He follows in your footsteps. You won’t leave Syn out of this? Then let’s give Liam his final act.
Becky turns to Seth and Warren who approach the most dangerous part of the bridge where Lily screams into the microphone for them to stop.
Lily Callaghan: ENOUGH!!
She takes a few labored breaths and these next words pain her to say.
Lily Callaghan: You’ve made your point. Let Liam go, don’t touch another hair on his precious little head and you have my word, I’ll never use Syn to get to you again. She’s made enemies other than myself but when it comes to us she’s off the board. I promise.
Becky Balfour: And now you see just how personal we can get, too.
Becky looks back at Warren and Seth and nods her head. With that, both men let the arms of Liam go and he falls face first to the ground, but safe from the danger of falling.
Becky Balfour: Send someone to pick up your trash, it isn’t nice to litter.
Warren and Seth each get a final kick to the back of the fallen Callaghan as the three members of the Society begin to walk off, leaving Lily in hysterics at ringside.
Seth Lawless: Making people feel pain makes me hungry. You guys wanna go get a burger or something? My treat.
Lily Callaghan stands in the middle of the ring, mic in hand preparing to address the crowd.
Lily Callaghan: Last week I was a woman of my word. I gave you an entire show free from those meddlesome Society inbreds. Some may say I crossed a line or two but when you’re fighting against terrorists you have to be willing to stoop to their…
Suddenly the video feed goes black with Lily demanding that the video be fixed, but as soon as it finally comes back on, we see BECKY BALFOUR standing outside at the Tobin Bridge in Boston. The camera switches back to show Lily standing in the ring while Becky is shown on the big screen in the arena.
Becky Balfour: It’s fuckin’ cold in Boston. Fortunately, I’ve been adapting. Spending time with Syn has changed a lot about me, actually. But the more things change, the more some things stay the same.
Becky’s breath was visible in the bitter cold night. She was wearing a pair of skin tight black jeans, black boots and a leather jacket. Her bright hair stood out among the dark attire.
Becky Balfour: But congrats Lil, you found a way to reach me. You should be proud of that, actually. It isn’t often that anyone has ever run Becky Balfour and The Society out of any building anywhere in the world, but you? You figured it out. There’s only one problem. You started something that only you can end. Or, we can, but I’m giving you the opportunity first because at my core, I’m a fair, reasonable person.
Inside the ring Lily rolls her eyes at the idea of Becky being fair and reasonable.
Becky Balfour: So my offer is this. You leave Syn out of it, and we handle it between us, or…we escalate things to the next level. The floor is yours.
Becky snarls at the camera as we get a view of Lily in the ring, she seems mildly amused by this offer.
Lily Callaghan: Why Becky Balfour, are you asking me to give up the pawn you laid at my feet? You’re asking me to look the other way when you’re exposed yourself?
Lily rubs her chin as if she’s considering before her expression turns cold.
Lily Callaghan: NOT ON YOUR LIFE.
Becky Balfour: I expected you to be ignorant, and a coward bitch. Bringing the innocent into something that has nothing to do with them. As a matter of fact, this bridge is familiar, isn’t it?
Becky looks behind her and then back at the camera as the cold wind blows her bright hair a bit.
Becky Balfour: This is the bridge that you ‘supposedly’ disappeared on, isn’t it? I think in your defiance, it’s time to recreate the past. This is a family affair after all. You’ve met my family, right?
As Becky grins, SETH LAWLESS and WARREN CORBETT emerge from off camera into the frame, but they aren’t alone. Each man is holding a bloody and beaten LIAM CALLAGHAN by an arm! Lily is heard gasping in the ring as the camera on the bridge gets a close up of Liam. His nose was bleeding and his bottom lip was split. His head hung low as Seth smacked the side of his unconscious face.
Becky Balfour: You want to play? Lets fucking play! Only this time, we’ll make sure the little Callaghan doesn’t EVER return. Did you think I went soft? Did you REALLY think you could find ANYTHING that would deter US from getting payback? Did you really doubt us?
Seth laughs a little bit as he tugs at the hair of Liam a little bit. Seth has a winter hat on over his bald head, he is wearing jeans and a Michigan Wolverine winter jacket.
Seth Lawless: Lil, Lil, Lil. You see I have nothing to lose. I’ve been in the dark for a long, long time and you know what? I HATED IT!
Seth yells a bit as his breath can be seen in the dark cold air.
Seth Lawless: Not anymore. I’m here and whoever gets in my way is going to be run over and poor Liam was in the way Lil. You want a war you’ve got it. And I’ll be the damn enforcer. Or as I was called before the Problem Solver.
Seth cackles a bit more as he slaps Liam a little bit. Warren laughs with him, before yanking Liam up a little more onto his feet. Corbett’s black pants and Iron Maiden shirt have a layer of dirt and grime on them, indicating a scuffle.
Warren Corbett: You asked me if I was really willing to let things escalate for just some girl. I didn’t answer then, because I know that actions always speak louder than words. I did speak to Becky, but not in the way you hoped. Syn has become one of our own, and anyone in Liberty should know by now that when you target one of our own, we hit back even harder!
Warren balls his hand into a fist, reaching down and socking Liam in the gut, his many rings sure to leave an array of round-shaped bruises. He pulls back on Liam’s head.
Warren Corbett: THIS is what that looks like, Lily. Does THIS answer your question?
Lily is white as a ghost as she stands in the ring with the microphone hanging by her side.
Becky Balfour: I said before that you should be proud of yourself, and you really should be. Look at Liam. This piece of shit is exactly where fate should have him, and now? He follows in your footsteps. You won’t leave Syn out of this? Then let’s give Liam his final act.
Becky turns to Seth and Warren who approach the most dangerous part of the bridge where Lily screams into the microphone for them to stop.
Lily Callaghan: ENOUGH!!
She takes a few labored breaths and these next words pain her to say.
Lily Callaghan: You’ve made your point. Let Liam go, don’t touch another hair on his precious little head and you have my word, I’ll never use Syn to get to you again. She’s made enemies other than myself but when it comes to us she’s off the board. I promise.
Becky Balfour: And now you see just how personal we can get, too.
Becky looks back at Warren and Seth and nods her head. With that, both men let the arms of Liam go and he falls face first to the ground, but safe from the danger of falling.
Becky Balfour: Send someone to pick up your trash, it isn’t nice to litter.
Warren and Seth each get a final kick to the back of the fallen Callaghan as the three members of the Society begin to walk off, leaving Lily in hysterics at ringside.
Seth Lawless: Making people feel pain makes me hungry. You guys wanna go get a burger or something? My treat.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Emery Layton vs Caroline Dallins
Emery Layton vs Caroline Dallins
RECAP The two women start to circle the ring to kick off their headline match. Emery kicks off the match as she hits Caroline with a plethora of strikes and kicks but eventually Caroline catches Emery’s leg before dropping her with C-Plex (Capture Suplex). Caroline went for the pin but Layton kicked out after the two count. Caroline showed off her wealth of experience as she showed that she had Emery scouted throughout the match by countering several strikes and moves. Emery eventually caught Caroline by surprise when she was taunting some fans that were cheering for #TheSociety to make an appearance, and Em took her down with a neckbreaker. Caroline stumbled back to her feet and Layton stayed on the offensive, taking her out with a jumping roundhouse kick. Layton pinned Caroline but Caroline kicked out after the two count. Emery picked Caroline up but Caroline hit her with a thumb to the eye, causing the referee to warn Caroline. Caroline shrugged the referee off before she hit a big brainbuster that puts Emery down and she tries for a pin, but to her surprise, Emery kicked out early into the count. Looking for a repeat, Caroline lifted Layton right back up into another suplex position, but Emery floated over and rolled Caroline up for a two count. Emery started to gain momentum as she hit Caroline with a series of kicks and strikes before hitting the ropes and then taking Caroline out with a slingblade. Caroline began to get to her feet as Emery hit a springboard moonsault that took Caroline down and allowed Emery to keep control of the match. Keeping a competitor like Caroline down isn't an easy task, and when Caroline got up to her knees, Emery took her out with a hurricanrana driver. Emery pinned Caroline but Caroline kicked out after two. Emery hit the top ropes and she leaped off, going for a frog splash but Caroline lifted her knees in the air and they connected with Layton's ribs. Emery struggled to her feet, as did Caroline. They fought in the middle of the ring before Emery whipped Caroline into the corner. Emery backed up into the corner across from Caroline before charging forward, looking to go for a spear but Caroline launched out of her own corner with and she dodged the spear, grabbing Emery's head next and then hitting a running bulldog into the turnbuckle! This slip up costs her big time as Caroline now pinned her. Emery looked done as Caroline pinned her and the referee was right about to count to three when Layton got her foot up on the rope. Caroline began to celebrate her victory when the referee waved her off, telling Caroline that Emery's foot was on the ropes. The two began to argue back and forth as this gave Emery a chance to get back to her feet. Caroline noticed and she charged Emery, going for her patented Love TKO but Layton ducked it. Dallins turned around and was met by a hard knee to her gut from Emery. Layton hit the ropes and then came back and she took Dallins out with "Eat the Music" (Busaiku Knee Attack)! Emery, exhausted, pinned and the count began! One! Two! THR-NO! DALLINS KICKED OUT! Emery soon stirred and wondered what she would have to do next to take Caroline down. She soon picked her up and went for a suplex but no, Caroline countered it right into Code Of The Streets - (Vertical Suplex Powerbomb)!! Exhausted, Caroline dropped down onto Emery and picked up the three count and the win! Both of these women have made HUGE statements on the Freedom brand so far but tonight, Caroline showed that she still in fact, has it. WINNER Caroline Dallins METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:29 FINISHING MOVE Code of the Streets |
BACKSTAGE
It was quiet, too quiet. Though there seemed to be a light breeze with the way the sand blew across the sandy bay, you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear the flapping of gulls wings, nor their constant calls. You couldn’t even hear the waves crashing down upon the hot white sands, nor the thunder after lightning crashed down in the background sky. There were lights and flashes, hints of oncoming rain that would come crashing down from the heavens, those thick, dark clouds threatening to open up to flood the entire world. But not one sound. Not one. There was nothing but eerie silence amongst the darkness and light.
Brendan Samuels: The quiet before the storm.
The camera cut back over to a small wooden pier, the sudden break in silence being a single voice, one well known to Liberty Pro audiences, but one that had been as silent as the background in the past few weeks. His curls blew in the wind, yet his eyes were solely focused on the horizon, sitting there in his denim jacket as he contemplated the comings and goings happening in Liberty Pro, on both sides of the fence.
Brendan Samuels: I didn’t come here to bring the storm. I came here to bring The Wrestling. It be the reason I came here in the first place, to continue on with the legacy I were creating in Spirit & Pride, with Spirit & Pride. To put on the very best performances, to show the world across the ocean blue that the artistry of professional wrestling wasn’t sunk to the depths like the Titanic, that the art of this sport was alive and well in a world obsessed yet again with glorifying sheer violence, bare skin and popularity contests.
He took in a breath, though even this was silent as death, only his words being audible as those cold blues of his gazed out at the setting sun. He took a moment to marvel at it all, before The Wrestling spoke out again, his voice assured and cool.
Brendan Samuels: An’ a contest like the one I have tonight, a Champion vs. Champion contest between meself and TJ, an opportunity to see which championship really is the premier belt of the brand… That be something I live for. But with Blyss and Dante wanting to play silly beggars, an’ these cross brand invasions happening… It be taking away the focus from the sport I felt was rightly represented here in Liberty Pro, an’ it becoming something else entirely. So, due to this, maybe The Wrestling has to become something else entirely, just to remind ye of what truly matters in this ocean.
Brendan paused in his speech, a lightning bolt illuminating the sky, this one finally accompanied by the crashing sound of loudest thunder. Even Samuels’ face lit up from the flash, and he gave off a small grin as he stared out into the clouds.
Brendan Samuels: The storm is coming. An’ it’s gonna be an absolute bastard…
It was quiet, too quiet. Though there seemed to be a light breeze with the way the sand blew across the sandy bay, you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear the flapping of gulls wings, nor their constant calls. You couldn’t even hear the waves crashing down upon the hot white sands, nor the thunder after lightning crashed down in the background sky. There were lights and flashes, hints of oncoming rain that would come crashing down from the heavens, those thick, dark clouds threatening to open up to flood the entire world. But not one sound. Not one. There was nothing but eerie silence amongst the darkness and light.
Brendan Samuels: The quiet before the storm.
The camera cut back over to a small wooden pier, the sudden break in silence being a single voice, one well known to Liberty Pro audiences, but one that had been as silent as the background in the past few weeks. His curls blew in the wind, yet his eyes were solely focused on the horizon, sitting there in his denim jacket as he contemplated the comings and goings happening in Liberty Pro, on both sides of the fence.
Brendan Samuels: I didn’t come here to bring the storm. I came here to bring The Wrestling. It be the reason I came here in the first place, to continue on with the legacy I were creating in Spirit & Pride, with Spirit & Pride. To put on the very best performances, to show the world across the ocean blue that the artistry of professional wrestling wasn’t sunk to the depths like the Titanic, that the art of this sport was alive and well in a world obsessed yet again with glorifying sheer violence, bare skin and popularity contests.
He took in a breath, though even this was silent as death, only his words being audible as those cold blues of his gazed out at the setting sun. He took a moment to marvel at it all, before The Wrestling spoke out again, his voice assured and cool.
Brendan Samuels: An’ a contest like the one I have tonight, a Champion vs. Champion contest between meself and TJ, an opportunity to see which championship really is the premier belt of the brand… That be something I live for. But with Blyss and Dante wanting to play silly beggars, an’ these cross brand invasions happening… It be taking away the focus from the sport I felt was rightly represented here in Liberty Pro, an’ it becoming something else entirely. So, due to this, maybe The Wrestling has to become something else entirely, just to remind ye of what truly matters in this ocean.
Brendan paused in his speech, a lightning bolt illuminating the sky, this one finally accompanied by the crashing sound of loudest thunder. Even Samuels’ face lit up from the flash, and he gave off a small grin as he stared out into the clouds.
Brendan Samuels: The storm is coming. An’ it’s gonna be an absolute bastard…
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
TJ Techniques vs Brendan Samuels
TJ Techniques vs Brendan Samuels
RECAP As soon as the bell rang you could tell both competitors knew that this match was going to be a tough one. There was massive respect coming off the two champions as they stared each other down. Starting it off was a nice elbow and tie lock up, TJ showed off his abilities as he swept The Kraken off of his feet while still keeping hold of his arm TJ dropped down with a leg drop onto that arm, trying to disable one of the limbs of the much larger Samuels. Brendan almost instinctively looked impressed as he got to his feet and TJ backed away. Brendan massaged his arm for a moment and nodded before the two charged each other. TJ went for a clothesline but The Wrestling ducked it before he grabbed the Freedom Champion and whipped him into the corner. Brendan followed behind, but in an amazing stunt TJ used that agility in free running to run up the ropes and do a backflip right over the US Champion. Brendan watched as TJ soared over his head and back onto his feet and Brendan is able to turn around just in time for a kick to the mid section that backs him into the corner, TJ is firing on all cylinders then tossing Samuels into the opposite corner he came flying in with a corner clothesline, he followed it right into a moonwalk DDT, showing off his footwork as he went for an early pin but Brendan is nowhere near done yet as he kicked out. Brendan, in an effort to slow the pace down, reversed whatever move TJ might’ve been going for next and as he’s known for his submission and technical ability, and he’s able to pull TJ into a headlock. Luckily for TJ, he is able to escape, but he has to use all of his strength to lift Brendan and then slam his back into the mat. TJ then backed into the corner to catch his breath. Brendan recovered as well rolling over onto his knees before getting up to his feet. The two simply give each other a nod of respect before the match started right back up. We see several attempts at winning in the next few moments of the match, literally both opponents throwing everything in their arsenal at one another. TJ managed to hit the Fosbury Flop on Brendan on the outside then rolled back into the ring only to hit a simultaneous Somersault Plancha. But this still was not enough to capture the three count as Brendan got an arm up. Brendan himself got in a dragon screw and he followed that up with a swinging neckbreaker, but there is no keeping the long reigning Freedom Champion down for the three count either. By the fifteen minute marker, both competitors seem to be slowing and there is still no clear winner in sight as both are on their feet measuring each other up once more. Brendan seemed to have a game plan though as he ran toward TJ who was just a little slower to respond as Samuels nailed Poseidon’s Trident - Pointed Double Elbow Drop, which rocked TJ right off of his feet. It took Brendan a moment but he soon made the cover. It was almost a three count but TJ somehow miraculously kicked out at the last possible second as the crowd echoed in awe and anticipation at his resilience. You can hear the chants as Brendan rolled over disappointed, clearly showing the signs of fatigue he backed away to recover once more, and TJ slowly made his way to his feet. The two looked like they were ready to go to war, not wanting to give in to each other but WHACK! Out of nowhere, Blyss Lockhart slammed the US Championship right into Brendan’s face! TJ tried to stop her but Blyss leveled him too! The bell rang and the match was announced a no contest. Blyss looked to do more damage to Brendan but out came Emery Layton to the ring! Blyss and Emery then came to blows! The two trade rights and lefts, it’s clear that there’s no love lost between these two! Here comes Scotty Latimer now! Emery has no idea he’s there and BAM! FINAL WAVE ON EMERY! It looked like Blyss was about to attack Scotty but NO! THE WRESTLING HAS CAUGHT BLYSS IN HIS GRASPS! FINALLY! Brendan Samuels went for Mac Lir - Millennium Suplex (Cross Wing Chickenwing Suplex) but Blyss wiggled free and escaped out of the ring. She cackled as she stared down Brendan and shook her head. Brendan grabbed his US Championship and raised it up in the air. Meanwhile, Scotty grabbed the Freedom Champion and stared down at it. TJ, who soon recovered, snatched it away from Scotty. Scotty told TJ to hold onto the championship tightly, because it would be his soon. The two soon argued back and forth when Emery was now up to her feet and looked to go after Latimer now but it’s too late, officials were there to break everything up. What’s going to happen at the two night extravaganza known as No Man’s Land III next week!? Only one way to find out. Stay tuned! WINNER No Contest METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 19:32 FINISHING MOVE N/A |