Post by Robb (Owner) on Feb 14, 2022 18:06:08 GMT -8
Liberty Pro Presents...
No Man’s Land III Night One
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Monday, February 14th, 2022
No Man’s Land III Night One
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Monday, February 14th, 2022
RECORDED EARLIER
Barbara Strong was standing in line at catering getting impatient as the man in front of her was taking a bit too long looking at the jello selections in the open cooler.
BARBARA STRONG: Could you possibly take any longer?
The words escape her lips in an annoyed tone as the guest star from Spirit And Pride Wrestling crosses her arms. To her surprise the man in front of her turns around to reveal himself to be her opponent in the opening match, JACKSON! Barbara immediately stands up straight, fixing her posture as her opponent wore a grin.
BARBARA STRONG: Of course it would be you. Let me guess, we’re going to get another round of Botox jokes which are clearly lies. You know what? I don’t even have time for it, I need some jello before my match, so can you move out of my way?
JACKSON: I would never lie about someone getting Botox! So clearly you’ve gotten it!
Jackson smiles at her a bit knowing that anything he’d do at the moment or even say could get under her skin and annoy her. He looks over at the jello then looks back at her.
JACKSON: You don’t need that Jello! Besides, I planned on taking it all anyways. Because you know, it’s what I do. I’m a criminal and take everything from people so why not take the Jello so you can’t have any.
He chuckles a bit as he takes a bit of it and eats it.
JACKSON: Want some? Too bad. I need it you don’t.
Barbara clenches her fist at her side and puffs her chest out a bit, but Jackson calls her bluff as he takes a step closer and holds a cup of red jello up almost in her face in order to mock her.
BARBARA STRONG: I’m not surprised. A career criminal with no manners, but do you know what the most criminal thing of all is? That somehow you actually landed a job here and ended up on this huge show. You would be robbing people of their money, because who wants to see you? Of course, I saved the day by volunteering to be your opponent, and ensuring a proper show for the money spent by the fans. Just know that this little jello incident won’t go unpunished.
She looks over his shoulder and spots two more cups in the cooler. She tries to step around him, her high heels making the already tall beauty a bit taller, ensuring she has a good look at the cooler. With a step to the right, Jackson cuts her off.
BARBARA STRONG: Get out of my way. Now.
The SAP star’s face was anything but friendly as she was nearly chest to chest with Jackson now.
JACKSON: Woah there, Ms. Botox. You think that you’re saving the day? You are a wannabe Barbie. Is there a superwoman Barbie? Because that’s obviously who you are trying to be! Thinking I am robbing people of their money is quite funny. If anything people would pay more to see you off the show. But hey. I’ll gladly make sure they get their money’s worth with me beating you!
Jackson looks her up and down as he’s standing in front of her and keeps a smirk on his face. He looks back and sees the other two cups of jello and grabs them.
JACKSON: You truthfully believe that this somehow can be punishable by you or something is laughable. Almost as laughable as you believing you will beat me in that ring and anyone wants a date with you.
He keeps the two cups of Jello as he looks at them and takes a spoon and digs into one of them while looking at the other.
JACKSON: I think eating these two would be perfect don’t you think? They both are good I’m sure
Barbara scowls and reaches for the jello, trying to snatch it, but Jackson backs up and laughs as Barbara’s face turns red.
BARBARA STRONG: Fine. That’s how you want to play? I don’t need that stuff anyway.
In a final attempt to intimidate him, she steps closer once more but Jackson stands his ground, refusing to budge.
BARBARA STRONG: Break a leg out there, yeah?
She flips her hair and turns around to leave!
JACKSON: Don’t bring your Botox needles out with you. I don’t need any!
Jackson chuckles a bit as he watches Barbara walk away.
Barbara Strong was standing in line at catering getting impatient as the man in front of her was taking a bit too long looking at the jello selections in the open cooler.
BARBARA STRONG: Could you possibly take any longer?
The words escape her lips in an annoyed tone as the guest star from Spirit And Pride Wrestling crosses her arms. To her surprise the man in front of her turns around to reveal himself to be her opponent in the opening match, JACKSON! Barbara immediately stands up straight, fixing her posture as her opponent wore a grin.
BARBARA STRONG: Of course it would be you. Let me guess, we’re going to get another round of Botox jokes which are clearly lies. You know what? I don’t even have time for it, I need some jello before my match, so can you move out of my way?
JACKSON: I would never lie about someone getting Botox! So clearly you’ve gotten it!
Jackson smiles at her a bit knowing that anything he’d do at the moment or even say could get under her skin and annoy her. He looks over at the jello then looks back at her.
JACKSON: You don’t need that Jello! Besides, I planned on taking it all anyways. Because you know, it’s what I do. I’m a criminal and take everything from people so why not take the Jello so you can’t have any.
He chuckles a bit as he takes a bit of it and eats it.
JACKSON: Want some? Too bad. I need it you don’t.
Barbara clenches her fist at her side and puffs her chest out a bit, but Jackson calls her bluff as he takes a step closer and holds a cup of red jello up almost in her face in order to mock her.
BARBARA STRONG: I’m not surprised. A career criminal with no manners, but do you know what the most criminal thing of all is? That somehow you actually landed a job here and ended up on this huge show. You would be robbing people of their money, because who wants to see you? Of course, I saved the day by volunteering to be your opponent, and ensuring a proper show for the money spent by the fans. Just know that this little jello incident won’t go unpunished.
She looks over his shoulder and spots two more cups in the cooler. She tries to step around him, her high heels making the already tall beauty a bit taller, ensuring she has a good look at the cooler. With a step to the right, Jackson cuts her off.
BARBARA STRONG: Get out of my way. Now.
The SAP star’s face was anything but friendly as she was nearly chest to chest with Jackson now.
JACKSON: Woah there, Ms. Botox. You think that you’re saving the day? You are a wannabe Barbie. Is there a superwoman Barbie? Because that’s obviously who you are trying to be! Thinking I am robbing people of their money is quite funny. If anything people would pay more to see you off the show. But hey. I’ll gladly make sure they get their money’s worth with me beating you!
Jackson looks her up and down as he’s standing in front of her and keeps a smirk on his face. He looks back and sees the other two cups of jello and grabs them.
JACKSON: You truthfully believe that this somehow can be punishable by you or something is laughable. Almost as laughable as you believing you will beat me in that ring and anyone wants a date with you.
He keeps the two cups of Jello as he looks at them and takes a spoon and digs into one of them while looking at the other.
JACKSON: I think eating these two would be perfect don’t you think? They both are good I’m sure
Barbara scowls and reaches for the jello, trying to snatch it, but Jackson backs up and laughs as Barbara’s face turns red.
BARBARA STRONG: Fine. That’s how you want to play? I don’t need that stuff anyway.
In a final attempt to intimidate him, she steps closer once more but Jackson stands his ground, refusing to budge.
BARBARA STRONG: Break a leg out there, yeah?
She flips her hair and turns around to leave!
JACKSON: Don’t bring your Botox needles out with you. I don’t need any!
Jackson chuckles a bit as he watches Barbara walk away.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Barbara Strong vs Jackson
Barbara Strong vs Jackson
| RECAP This late addition to No Man's Land was an interesting one as the time for talking between Jackson and SAP's Barbara Strong was over. Jackson points around the ring as Barbara had brought TEN MEN with her, with them surrounding the ring. All of the men were dressed to impress, wearing expensive suits. LIZZIE JONES: So I was told before the match by Barbara herself that these ten men are all potentials. I asked her what potentials were and she said they were potential dates. So I guess they are all here to support her. CASSIE NORTH: Barbara comes to us tonight from Spirit And Pride Wrestling. She has made quite the name for herself on social media, but now it's time to see if she can back it up where and when it counts. The bell sounds as Barbara takes the middle of the ring, almost daring Jackson to join her and as he does, she quickly backpedals to her corner and tells the referee that she isn't ready yet. The fans want none of her excuses and begin to boo her as Jackson rolls his eyes across the ring, anxious to get his hands on her. One of her potentials behind Jackson begins to jaw which catches Jackson's attention. The rookie turns around to talk to the man which prompts Barbara to run across the ring and club Jackson in the back. Jackson stumbles forward and the referee pulls her away from her opponent. She holds both hands up in the air as one of the potential dates jumps up onto the ring apron and decks Jackson in the face, knocking him to the mat! Barbara pushes the referee out of the way as she walks over to the fallen Jackson and begins to taunt him. LIZZIE JONES: I don't know if I should be impressed that she has ten simps out here at once, or if I should be shaming them? But it's already paying off. CASSIE NORTH: She's making a mistake here. Despite the tactics, she should have went for a cover. This is a rookie mistake. Barbara continues to taunt Jackson and eventually puts a few boots to his chest which causes the fellow rookie to cover up but Barbara was proving she was more than just talk and a pretty face as her boots were sliding through his attempts at blocking. She flips her hair and points at him and slaps him in the face while he was on the ground. This seems to be all that's needed to flip a switch in Jackson as he reaches up and grabs her finger. She lets out a brutal scream, deafening for the fans in the front row which cause them to cover their ears. Jackson keeps his grip on as he starts to stand but just as he reaches his feet, she kicks him low! Blatantly! He lets go and crumbles to the mat and the referee immediately pushes Barbara back towards a corner and leans down to check on Jackson! Strong laughs and blows a kiss in her opponent's direction. CASSIE NORTH: What a complete disregard for the rules. She might lose this one here by disqualification. The referee confirm with Jackson that he wants to continue and stands up and looks at Barbara and warns her that one more time and he's calling off the match. She feins innocence, claiming it was an accident as Jackson finally makes it back to his feet. He adjusts himself and glares at her with anger on his now red face. Barbara screams and runs at him and leaps for a cross body but Jackson jumps and hits a dropkick that shoots her out of the air and to the mat with aggression! The fans actually cheer the self proclaimed thief as he grabs her and tries to pull her to the center of the ring but wait...a potential has her arms! There's a tug of war between the potential and Jackson as Barbara's body was being stretched as it was pulled in two directions! She lets out a scream and the referee tries to intervene, but it was too late, a second potential interfered as well and both were able to pull her under the bottom rope and away from Jackson. They each massage a shoulder on the blonde but the short lived advantage is cut short as the referee orders all ten potentials backstage and says they are now officially BANNED from ringside! The fans love it as two of them give Barbara a lift back up onto the ring apron before they all begin to head backstage. Strong shouts at the referee from the apron, saying it's not fair to ban them, but this just allows Jackson the opportunity to grab her by her hair and fling her back into the ring from the apron. LIZZIE JONES: I hear she likes her hair pulled! CASSIE NORTH: LIZ! Let's call the action, not speculate! LIZZIE JONES: Did he not just pull her hair? Jackson waits for her to pop to her feet and as she does, he hits a picture perfect back body drop! She arches her back in pain on the mat, but Jackson wasn't giving her any time to rest. He hits a leg drop to her upper neck/lower chin which rocks her and then hooks a leg. The blonde kicks out at two. Jackson maintains his persistence, mounting her and raining down a few blows to her prized face and after a few, it was clear she was in a rough place, but Jackson didn't want to end it yet. He stands up and dares her to get up. CASSIE NORTH: Now it's Jackson making a rookie mistake. He should have finished her off there. This could come back to haunt him. It takes Strong a few moments but she finally rises to her feet. Jackson spins and goes for a standing elbow to the face but Strong ducks at the last second and leaps up and hits a back spin kick that drops Jackson. The fans were impressed by this showing from the SAP star. Jackson was rocked and this was Strong's chance. She looks out at the fans and then back at Jackson. Sensing she has time, she climbs onto the ring apron and then scales the top turnbuckle. Jackson slowly stumbles to his feet and the beauty leaps up to an impressive height and then falls back towards her opponent, dropping him with a highlight reel worthy top rope dropkick! Jackson was rolled over on the mat. This was going to be it. Barbara hooks a leg. 1 2 KICKOUT! CASSIE NORTH: Very impressive dropkick by Barbara Strong. These two rookies are opening the show and I feel like they are impressing a lot of people. Maybe even proving some wrong? Jackson talks about stealing, he's making every attempt to steal the show from the jump. LIZZIE JONES: Don't forget about BARBARA. What kind of name is that, though? Back to the action, Barbara pulls Jackson to his feet. She tosses him into the corner and without missing a beat is right behind him! She runs and at the very last second, spins her body to hit what she calls the 'Beautiful Back Up', driving her rear end into his chest! The air was driven out of the rookie who collapses to a knee. Barbara runs back off the ropes and then flips over Jackson's head, driving it into the mat. She hooks a leg again. 1 2 KICKOUT! She screams at her inability to put him away but knows she still has him where she wants him. Barbara screams 'Photo Finish!' and lifts him to his feet once again. Jackson appears limp as she hooks him for a suplex position. She was going for her finish 'Too Hot For TV', the snap brain buster, but Jackson lifts a leg and blocks the attempt. She tries a second time but he blocks it again. Jackson then quickly hoists her up, causing her to let out a shrieking scream, but before she could counter, he drops her with his finish the Thieves Knockout (GTS)! Her lights go out as she falls to the mat limply as he falls down on top of her, putting an elbow across her face as he pins her. 1 2 3! After the bell, Jackson stands up over her and has his hand raised. He looks down at the knocked out beauty and smirks, asking her 'how can you go on dates with a broken face?' before he makes his exit as the ref leans down to check on Barbara. CASSIE NORTH: Say what you want about both of these two, but they put on a hell of a show to open our show. And we would like to thank SAP for allowing Barbara Strong to appear. Don't forget to check out their relaunch on the 28th! WINNER Jackson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:44 FINISHING MOVE THIEVES KNOCKOUT |
BACKSTAGE
The last match fades out, as the cameraman is walking down a darkened hallway. There is whispers and such heard, but the one lone light that remained on, is shone over two women. The cameraman makes his way over, listening to them as he walked over to them. He immediately recognized Kassandra and Danae, the Wolves of Legion. Kassandra had been stretching on the top of one of the boxes, as they continued to talk quietly. Danae points out the approaching cameraman, as Kassandra stops what she is doing looking at him, with her head tilted to the side,
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
You know its very rude, to walk up on a team discussing strategy. There could have been things that you would have learned that the girls of Summer or even the Socialites could have learned. It’s ok though, we aren’t going to rip you a new one just yet. That’s the Queen’s job, and she might come sooner or later, but Mother has been such a good host to us.
Danae moves around Kassandra, as she stared at the cameraman who had already begun to back away from her. Kassandra then taps Danae on the shoulder as she makes her step back behind her. The cameraman then feels a nudge from behind him, as mother had arrived, pushing him forward carrying two kendo sticks with her. Kassandra and Danae kneel quickly, as Mother motions for them to rise. She hands Kassandra her weapon of choice then leaves the scene.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
See when Mother is wise in such ways, she knows that the match coming for us, is a TLC Match, and she knows of the no disqualification. Socialites you may have a victory over us, but the slate gets wiped tonight. See the idea is that those beautiful tag team Championships will be hanging over the ring, and then one person climbs and retrieves them. We are hungry, the Wolves are coming to take down those belts, and becoming the Liberty Pro World Tag Team Champions.
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Mother always favored you anyway…
Just as she says this, Mother returns with two steel chairs handing them to Danae, she winked as she then walked past the cameraman putting her hand on his shoulder. Danae smiled as she was just handed her weapon of choice. Kassandra puts her Kendo Sticks down, and Danae puts her chairs on the box handing Kassandra her jacket.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
Mother favors both of us Danae, she has just proven that. Now we should start to get ready because the enemies await. The house awaits their opponents because they are not ready, we…
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Once had the goal of being the wolves of Legion, but now we serve…
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
The Queen at her behest, and she has declared that the house…
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Is open, and those who dare oppose us, will find the hardway…
“the Blue Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
The House of Wolves is upon you, and the end is nigh…
Kassandra pulls her jacket on then picks up the Kendo sticks off the box she had lied them on. Danae does the same, picking her steel chairs. “Enemy” by Blue Stahli already playing over the system, as Kassandra smirks, and Danae laughs as she high fives her friend as she wraps the chair around her arm. Kassandra smacks the kendo sticks on the boxes then turns to the cameraman pointing at him.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
See you very soon love…
She laughs then goes behind Danae walking as the camera returns to the arena, waiting for the next match.
The last match fades out, as the cameraman is walking down a darkened hallway. There is whispers and such heard, but the one lone light that remained on, is shone over two women. The cameraman makes his way over, listening to them as he walked over to them. He immediately recognized Kassandra and Danae, the Wolves of Legion. Kassandra had been stretching on the top of one of the boxes, as they continued to talk quietly. Danae points out the approaching cameraman, as Kassandra stops what she is doing looking at him, with her head tilted to the side,
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
You know its very rude, to walk up on a team discussing strategy. There could have been things that you would have learned that the girls of Summer or even the Socialites could have learned. It’s ok though, we aren’t going to rip you a new one just yet. That’s the Queen’s job, and she might come sooner or later, but Mother has been such a good host to us.
Danae moves around Kassandra, as she stared at the cameraman who had already begun to back away from her. Kassandra then taps Danae on the shoulder as she makes her step back behind her. The cameraman then feels a nudge from behind him, as mother had arrived, pushing him forward carrying two kendo sticks with her. Kassandra and Danae kneel quickly, as Mother motions for them to rise. She hands Kassandra her weapon of choice then leaves the scene.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
See when Mother is wise in such ways, she knows that the match coming for us, is a TLC Match, and she knows of the no disqualification. Socialites you may have a victory over us, but the slate gets wiped tonight. See the idea is that those beautiful tag team Championships will be hanging over the ring, and then one person climbs and retrieves them. We are hungry, the Wolves are coming to take down those belts, and becoming the Liberty Pro World Tag Team Champions.
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Mother always favored you anyway…
Just as she says this, Mother returns with two steel chairs handing them to Danae, she winked as she then walked past the cameraman putting her hand on his shoulder. Danae smiled as she was just handed her weapon of choice. Kassandra puts her Kendo Sticks down, and Danae puts her chairs on the box handing Kassandra her jacket.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
Mother favors both of us Danae, she has just proven that. Now we should start to get ready because the enemies await. The house awaits their opponents because they are not ready, we…
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Once had the goal of being the wolves of Legion, but now we serve…
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
The Queen at her behest, and she has declared that the house…
“Silver-Eyed Wolf” Danae
Is open, and those who dare oppose us, will find the hardway…
“the Blue Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
The House of Wolves is upon you, and the end is nigh…
Kassandra pulls her jacket on then picks up the Kendo sticks off the box she had lied them on. Danae does the same, picking her steel chairs. “Enemy” by Blue Stahli already playing over the system, as Kassandra smirks, and Danae laughs as she high fives her friend as she wraps the chair around her arm. Kassandra smacks the kendo sticks on the boxes then turns to the cameraman pointing at him.
“the Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra
See you very soon love…
She laughs then goes behind Danae walking as the camera returns to the arena, waiting for the next match.
RECORDED EARLIER
Marisol Vilaro is walking into the Barclays Center with a confident look on her face.
Marisol Vilaro: My Liberty Pro Wrestling debut is upon us. It is quite fitting it is on Valentine’s Day. A day dedicated to love and today is for all of you to love yourself by joining #TeamVilaro and committing to #VilaroSystems to become the best version of yourself. Tonight I show the world that my way is the best way. Not only for myself but tomorrow night for my girl, Kenzie, and my day one clients….
Marisol walks up to The Socialites. They all smile at each other and give each other a hug.
Vanessa Page: Haha That’s right everyone. The Socialites are of course #TeamVilaro.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: But that isn’t anything you don’t already know.
Marisol Vilaro: Right after I teach Hector how to be a better version of himself my girls will literally climb that ladder to success and grab the glory of the Liberty Tag Team Championships.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: That will be such an epic feeling and moment when it does happen.
Vanessa Page: A couple weeks ago we saw those losers, Wolves of Legion, viciously attacked us when we had our match against Girls of Summer well in hand.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Just remember ladies that turn around is fair play.
Marisol Vilaro: Tonight will be our night and Liberty will from her on out belong to #TeamVilaro.
Marisol and The Socialites walk away.
Marisol Vilaro is walking into the Barclays Center with a confident look on her face.
Marisol Vilaro: My Liberty Pro Wrestling debut is upon us. It is quite fitting it is on Valentine’s Day. A day dedicated to love and today is for all of you to love yourself by joining #TeamVilaro and committing to #VilaroSystems to become the best version of yourself. Tonight I show the world that my way is the best way. Not only for myself but tomorrow night for my girl, Kenzie, and my day one clients….
Marisol walks up to The Socialites. They all smile at each other and give each other a hug.
Vanessa Page: Haha That’s right everyone. The Socialites are of course #TeamVilaro.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: But that isn’t anything you don’t already know.
Marisol Vilaro: Right after I teach Hector how to be a better version of himself my girls will literally climb that ladder to success and grab the glory of the Liberty Tag Team Championships.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: That will be such an epic feeling and moment when it does happen.
Vanessa Page: A couple weeks ago we saw those losers, Wolves of Legion, viciously attacked us when we had our match against Girls of Summer well in hand.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Just remember ladies that turn around is fair play.
Marisol Vilaro: Tonight will be our night and Liberty will from her on out belong to #TeamVilaro.
Marisol and The Socialites walk away.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
NV Payton vs Antoinette
NV Payton vs Antoinette
| RECAP This match starts off with the two women meeting in the center of the ring, staring one another down before Antoinette looks to start this contest off with a test of strength. NV Payton brings her hand up, going to meet Antoinette's, but she rears back and slaps Antoinette across the face, which isn’t surprising, considering how NV has treated Antoinette the last month. The slap turns Antoinette around and Payton gets a waist lock on her, but Antoinette recovers quickly enough to start throwing some elbows back into NV's face to break free. Antoinette turns around, throwing forearms now, and she gets NV into a headlock. Payton backs Antoinette into the ropes, getting free as she sends Antoinette across the ring, but it's countered and NV goes across the ring instead, catching Antoinette with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. But Antoinette kips up to her feet! Antoinette goes for a kick at NV on the mat, but Payton ducks it and rolls Antoinette up from behind, pulling her tights for some leverage! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Despite the extra help, NV can't secure the three on Antoinette, and Antoinette is able to roll back onto Payton for a two count. As they get up, Antoinette goes for a clothesline, but NV goes underneath it, getting Antoinette in another waist lock, and meeting the same result as last time as Payton is drilled with elbows to the side of the head. Antoinette throws Payton into the ropes, but NV catches herself, springboarding backwards with a back elbow to take Antoinette down! As Payton gets up, she starts to stomp onto the back of Antoinette's head, showing her opponent the utmost disrespect before lifting her up, and slamming Antoinette face first into the top turnbuckle rung. NV sends Antoinette into the opposite corner and charges in with a running forearm strike. She backs up, looking for another one, but Antoinette is right on NV's tail and Antoinette throws her own forearm that stuns Payton. Antoinette rolls to the outside, pulling Payton down from the corner, and slamming her left leg right into the ring post! As Payton falls outside, Antoinette lifts her up for a vertical suplex right onto the outside floor! Antoinette gets back up, targeting that left leg of NV's by stomping right onto it, showing a different side of herself as she tries to limit one of NV’s limbs. As the referee's count gets near a ten, Antoinette rolls her opponent into the ring, and starts to twist NV's ankle before placing it down and driving both of her knees into that leg. She lifts NV up, hitting a snapmare before hitting the ropes, and connects with a big front dropkick. Antoinette pushes Payton down for a pin ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Antoinette goes to lift NV up, but gets raked in the eyes instead! Using the ropes to assist her, NV grabs hold of Antoinette for a tornado DDT! Antoinette rolls over and Payton hits a baseball slide to send Antoinette rolling to the outside. NV steps out onto the apron, waiting for Antoinette to get to her feet, and when Antoinette does, Payton goes flying with a springboard moonsault right onto her opponent! As Payton gets up, she slaps the back of Antoinette's head, egging her to get up, and yelling right at her. Antoinette explodes to her feet, going for a clothesline, but Payton ducks it and pulls Antoinette in for a powerslam right onto the floor! NV rolls into the ring and yells at the referee to start the count as Antoinette is on the outside trying to recover. The fans are trying to encourage Antoinette up to her feet, but she's having some difficulty getting there. Inside the ring, Payton is just smirking, knowing she's got this bout won as the referee's count draws closer WILL Antoinette BE COUNTED OUT? NO! At the absolute last second, Antoinette rolls right into the ring to break the count! NV looks furious with this as she charges over and wastes no time landing a standing moonsault onto Antoinette! Payton hooks the legs! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Antoinette kicks out! Payton is still pissed off as she picks Antoinette up, drilling her with a series of forearms that knocks her into the ropes. NV runs, looking to clothesline Antoinette out of the ring, but Antoinette recovers in time for a dropkick right to Payton's leg that she had been working over earlier! NV rolls into the corner and Antoinette charges in with another dropkick! She rolls back, taking a few seconds to catch her breath, and Antoinette watches as NV starts to pull herself up to her feet. They meet in the center of the ring where NV tries for another blatant rake of the eyes, but Antoinette avoids it! She delivers a kick to NV's leg, bringing it up in pain, and Antoinette grabs onto it for a dragon screw. Antoinette lifts her up and nails Candy Killa- Fallaway Power bomb! She goes for the pin! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Payton kicks out and Antoinette hits the mat in frustration. She picks NV's bad leg up, putting it around her neck, and wrenching it with a stretch muffler! It's locked in, but only for a moment as NV manages to reach out just far enough to grab the bottom rope for a break. Antoinette gets up, trying to pick NV up, but Payton pulls her into the ropes and Antoinette goes throat first into the middle rope. Payton grabs the back of Antoinette's head and pushes her against the rope, trying to choke her out! The referee starts a DQ count and NV holds on until the count of four before letting go. NV signals for the end of the match as she lifts Antoinette up, slapping her across the face, and drilling her with a brainbuster! But she's not done as she stalks over Antoinette. When she getsd up, Payton grabs her and nails Crack of Doom (Fallaway Knee Smash Facebreaker)! She hooks the legs and then NV puts her own feet up onto the rope, getting extra leverage again! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! The referee spots NV's legs on the ropes and waves off the pin! Payton yells at him, trying to defend her cheating ways, but he's not listening to it. Payton turns back to Antoinette and shakes her head before heading up top again. She goes for another Crack of Doom But Antoinette wiggles free and drops NV with a neckbreaker. Antoinette is feeling the momentum on her side as she picks Payton up, planting a boot in her midsection to double her over, and Antoinette hits her Keep Calm Rave On (Bridging Northern Lights Suplex) right into a pin! Will this be the end!? ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! A flood of emotions runs through Antoinette as she is announced the winner and she has her hand raised in the air. She finally did it. She broke through and beat NV Payton, who was causing her grief for well over a month. WINNER Antoinette METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 20:22 FINISHING MOVE Keep Calm, Rave On |
BACKSTAGE
BECKY BALFOUR: So, this is it.
Becky Balfour was standing directly outside of what appeared to be a dilapidated old warehouse. Her black boots rummage among a few scattered stones as a hand wraps up into hers. As the camera pans back a bit, we see the person in question next to her is none other than the outspoken, energetic manager of Hector, Syn.
With their fingers interlocked, Becky and Syn walk into the Warehouse and the abandoned building looked dangerous to even be standing in. Caution tape lines the broken and cracked walls. There were rusty trash cans with black, burnt rims where the homeless had clearly lit on fire to keep warm for a night. Random pieces of trash were scattered along the floor.
BECKY BALFOUR: I know this looks pretty bad, but I’ve wrestled in these matches before. This is a Society staple, so I just wanted to bring you out here to show you and kind of ease your mind. I might not come back in one piece, but I’ll still come back. They can’t kill me. Nothing can.
Her bright eyes were full of life as she was bringing her girlfriend into her world.
BECKY BALFOUR: I used to sleep in places just like this. There would be like, ten of us. We would just lay out blankets and gather around these trash cans and just live. I know it probably looks like some low class shit to you, and it was I guess, but I met some amazing people in places just like this. I feel at home here.
Syn’s eyes were wide as she looked around, completing a 360 while still managing to hold her girlfriend’s hand.
SYN: I can’t believe they agreed to fight you guys here. I mean it’s bad enough most of that family has been on the shelf for a while but to face you on your own turf seems like a really bad idea for them.
She spins back into Becky and steals a quick kiss, her dark eyes rising to meet Becky’s blues.
SYN: I love seeing you like this… in your element… indestructible. They have no idea what they’re in for.
BECKY BALFOUR: Nobody ever said the Callaghan's were the smartest family in wrestling, but for as much shit as I talk, I know they’re tough. I’ve fought against Nathan for like, half of my career, and he never made it easy but we always found a way. I think tonight will probably be more of the same. I just know that I can’t walk into this place tonight with Seth and Warren with anything less than a kill or be killed mentality.
Becky lets go of Syn’s hand to walk around and explore a bit. Syn follows just a few paces behind Balfour.
BECKY BALFOUR: I know that you see me in a different light than most, and you just said you love seeing me like this, but just know that you’re going to see a completely different side of me tonight. They think because I fell in love that I’m not the same girl who will do ANYTHING to get what she wants, but they’re going to find out. I just hope you can forgive me for what I might do in here. And remember, we’re here because of you. At least partially. I feel so strongly for you, Seth and Warren love you so much, that we are going to war in the Warehouse for you. So all of the spilled blood? Part of it is on your hands. In a good way. That excites me.
A smirk tugs at the corners of Syn’s mouth as she slides in front of Becky, cutting her off.
SYN: Two things… ONE, I have no problem with any blood being on my hands, even yours. I understand Lily started a war that you feel the need to finish. She put me in the middle of it and trust me, tonight she’ll get her comeuppance as well. TWO, why would they think that falling in love would change you? You’ve fallen in love before, haven’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t tell Seth.
Syn flashes an exaggerated wink towards the camera which gets a quiet, almost shy chuckle out of Becky.
BECKY BALFOUR: This seems different. I’m trying to change my life in so many ways now. Because before, I was happy simply getting retribution for all of the wrongs that were committed against me my entire life. Innocent people were being hurt, because I was hurt and in many ways I was broken. But the pieces are coming together and as happy as it makes me, it scares me a bit too. I don’t want to mess anything up.
Becky picks up an old folding chair and opens it. She motions for Syn to sit down but as Syn tries to, Becky laughs and sits first and pulls Syn onto her lap. She changes the topic quickly as well.
BECKY BALFOUR: But how is Hector doing? Are you guys ready for his match? I wish you were staying with me, but I understand. That fat bastard better do you right, too.
Syn smirks and tilts her head a little.
SYN: Speaking of the fat bastard, sitting on your lap feels very Santa Claus-ish. Hmmm, what should I ask for? A win over Marisol for Hector? Full range of motion back in my shoulder after Blyss nearly ripped it off? Another five star finale for Dante Locke on the entrance ramp? Or maybe…
Syn leans in, playfully nuzzling her nose against Becky’s while looking into her eyes.
SYN: …just maybe, I should ask for you to come out of this massacre safe and sound-ish. Cuz safe and sound sounds like I’m asking for a little too much. As for Hector, I wouldn’t worry about him. I may be limited but I’m fairly confident he can handle that fitness fraud on his own. She may be the only person on this roster less suited to be a wrestler than he is.
Syn winks and lets her nose stay against Becky’s, just grinning as she does so. The two get lost in each other’s eyes for the next few moments as Becky can almost feel the camera getting closer to them, which finally breaks her gaze from Syn’s eyes. She turns and in typical Becky fashion, gives the camera the finger.
BECKY BALFOUR: Fuck The Callaghan's. Tonight, The Society goes to War the only way we know how. They are stepping into OUR world, and in our world? There’s never an escape. Now get the fuck out of here and give me some alone time with my girlfriend. Don’t make me ask twice.
The more charismatic side of Becky was creeping through as the cameraman steps away from the two women and finally shuts the camera off, sending the feed to black.
BECKY BALFOUR: So, this is it.
Becky Balfour was standing directly outside of what appeared to be a dilapidated old warehouse. Her black boots rummage among a few scattered stones as a hand wraps up into hers. As the camera pans back a bit, we see the person in question next to her is none other than the outspoken, energetic manager of Hector, Syn.
With their fingers interlocked, Becky and Syn walk into the Warehouse and the abandoned building looked dangerous to even be standing in. Caution tape lines the broken and cracked walls. There were rusty trash cans with black, burnt rims where the homeless had clearly lit on fire to keep warm for a night. Random pieces of trash were scattered along the floor.
BECKY BALFOUR: I know this looks pretty bad, but I’ve wrestled in these matches before. This is a Society staple, so I just wanted to bring you out here to show you and kind of ease your mind. I might not come back in one piece, but I’ll still come back. They can’t kill me. Nothing can.
Her bright eyes were full of life as she was bringing her girlfriend into her world.
BECKY BALFOUR: I used to sleep in places just like this. There would be like, ten of us. We would just lay out blankets and gather around these trash cans and just live. I know it probably looks like some low class shit to you, and it was I guess, but I met some amazing people in places just like this. I feel at home here.
Syn’s eyes were wide as she looked around, completing a 360 while still managing to hold her girlfriend’s hand.
SYN: I can’t believe they agreed to fight you guys here. I mean it’s bad enough most of that family has been on the shelf for a while but to face you on your own turf seems like a really bad idea for them.
She spins back into Becky and steals a quick kiss, her dark eyes rising to meet Becky’s blues.
SYN: I love seeing you like this… in your element… indestructible. They have no idea what they’re in for.
BECKY BALFOUR: Nobody ever said the Callaghan's were the smartest family in wrestling, but for as much shit as I talk, I know they’re tough. I’ve fought against Nathan for like, half of my career, and he never made it easy but we always found a way. I think tonight will probably be more of the same. I just know that I can’t walk into this place tonight with Seth and Warren with anything less than a kill or be killed mentality.
Becky lets go of Syn’s hand to walk around and explore a bit. Syn follows just a few paces behind Balfour.
BECKY BALFOUR: I know that you see me in a different light than most, and you just said you love seeing me like this, but just know that you’re going to see a completely different side of me tonight. They think because I fell in love that I’m not the same girl who will do ANYTHING to get what she wants, but they’re going to find out. I just hope you can forgive me for what I might do in here. And remember, we’re here because of you. At least partially. I feel so strongly for you, Seth and Warren love you so much, that we are going to war in the Warehouse for you. So all of the spilled blood? Part of it is on your hands. In a good way. That excites me.
A smirk tugs at the corners of Syn’s mouth as she slides in front of Becky, cutting her off.
SYN: Two things… ONE, I have no problem with any blood being on my hands, even yours. I understand Lily started a war that you feel the need to finish. She put me in the middle of it and trust me, tonight she’ll get her comeuppance as well. TWO, why would they think that falling in love would change you? You’ve fallen in love before, haven’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t tell Seth.
Syn flashes an exaggerated wink towards the camera which gets a quiet, almost shy chuckle out of Becky.
BECKY BALFOUR: This seems different. I’m trying to change my life in so many ways now. Because before, I was happy simply getting retribution for all of the wrongs that were committed against me my entire life. Innocent people were being hurt, because I was hurt and in many ways I was broken. But the pieces are coming together and as happy as it makes me, it scares me a bit too. I don’t want to mess anything up.
Becky picks up an old folding chair and opens it. She motions for Syn to sit down but as Syn tries to, Becky laughs and sits first and pulls Syn onto her lap. She changes the topic quickly as well.
BECKY BALFOUR: But how is Hector doing? Are you guys ready for his match? I wish you were staying with me, but I understand. That fat bastard better do you right, too.
Syn smirks and tilts her head a little.
SYN: Speaking of the fat bastard, sitting on your lap feels very Santa Claus-ish. Hmmm, what should I ask for? A win over Marisol for Hector? Full range of motion back in my shoulder after Blyss nearly ripped it off? Another five star finale for Dante Locke on the entrance ramp? Or maybe…
Syn leans in, playfully nuzzling her nose against Becky’s while looking into her eyes.
SYN: …just maybe, I should ask for you to come out of this massacre safe and sound-ish. Cuz safe and sound sounds like I’m asking for a little too much. As for Hector, I wouldn’t worry about him. I may be limited but I’m fairly confident he can handle that fitness fraud on his own. She may be the only person on this roster less suited to be a wrestler than he is.
Syn winks and lets her nose stay against Becky’s, just grinning as she does so. The two get lost in each other’s eyes for the next few moments as Becky can almost feel the camera getting closer to them, which finally breaks her gaze from Syn’s eyes. She turns and in typical Becky fashion, gives the camera the finger.
BECKY BALFOUR: Fuck The Callaghan's. Tonight, The Society goes to War the only way we know how. They are stepping into OUR world, and in our world? There’s never an escape. Now get the fuck out of here and give me some alone time with my girlfriend. Don’t make me ask twice.
The more charismatic side of Becky was creeping through as the cameraman steps away from the two women and finally shuts the camera off, sending the feed to black.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Marisol Vilaró vs Hector w/Syn
Marisol Vilaró vs Hector w/Syn
| RECAP “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift rings out and Marisol Vilaró hits the ring with a jolt of energy. She practically skips down the ramp, blowing kisses to the fans while pointing out a few fatties in the crowd who could benefit from her system. She sets a giant container of Vilaró System protein powder down in the corner and awaits her opponent’s arrival. “Baby Shark” fills the arena to a collective groan from the crowd as Hector waddles out onto the stage with a grease-stained pizza box in his grubby paws. Syn follows along behind him holding a giant sign that displays a poorly Photoshopped image of a skinny Hector that reads, “This was Hector before the Vilaró System. Look at him now.” It takes a couple of tries but Hector manages to step through the ropes and places his half-eaten pizza down in the corner, though he looks at it longingly before focusing on his opponent. Marisol leans over the ropes, pointing and yelling at Syn who manages to coax the crowd into a, “YOU SELL LIES!” chant directed at the fitness guru. Marisol can’t believe what she’s hearing and sticks her fingers in her ears while screaming “SHUT UP!!” at the top of her lungs. Vilaró insists that Syn is in fact the liar but Syn just waves and blows a kiss to her while continuing to incite the crowd. The bell rings and a frustrated Marisol marches to the center of the ring. Hector waddles out to meet her but she holds out a hand, ordering him to stop. Hector blinks in confusion but complies. In her best trainer voice Vilaró barks at Hector as if she were conducting a class. Marisol: You ready you disgusting slob?! Hector isn’t sure what’s going on but for some reason he nods eagerly, swept up in Marisol’s charisma. Marisol: Let’s see you do this! Marisol breaks into a set of high energy jumping jacks and Hector does his best to follow suit. While Vilaró is snapping off one crisp jumping jack after the next, Hector is struggling to find his rhythm. On the outside Syn seems confused by what she’s watching, screaming at Hector to just end it already. Marisol: C’mon fatso, pick up the pace! Vilaró does pick up the pace, completing five crisp jumping jacks to every sloppy jumping jack Hector is able to manage. The big man doesn’t look so good. His face is red. He’s sweating profusely and all the while Marisol prods him to keep going. Hector’s pace slows and he looks unsteady on his feet. He takes two wobbly steps forward before his eyes roll back into his head and he collapses to the canvas. Wasting no time Marisol leaps on top of him, sending fat waves in every direction through his blubbery body as she hooks his leg… ONE… TWO… THREE!! Syn is beside herself on the outside, her jaw agape, unsure what she just witnessed. Marisol leaps to her feet and celebrates her victory, placing her boot atop Hector’s chest and flexing for the cameras. Once the photo op is over Marisol, walks over to the corner, grabs the container of protein powder and begins to dump it all over Hector’s face, causing him to cough up tiny dust clouds of protein powder. Marisol: You never used the Vilaró system, you couldn’t even make it through the warm up you fat piece of… Marisol can’t finish the sentence as she’s absolutely plastered from behind by a chair shot. She hits the canvas with a thud as Syn stares down over her and casts the chair aside. Syn rolls Vilaró over onto her back and then grabs the remains of Hector’s pizza, draping it cheese-side down over Marisol’s face. Next she slaps the shit out of Hector until he wakes up. Then she helps the big man to his feet and positions him over Vilaró. She makes sure everything is lined up correctly and then counts to three before Hector’s ass and crotch come slamming down, mashing the pizza into Marisol’s face with his Sack Attack finisher. She has him stand and he completes this process two more times, gyrating his ass and really smearing the pizza in good on the last round. Syn goes to walk away but notices Hector isn’t following. When she looks back Hector is trying to lick what’s left of the pizza off of Marisol’s face. With a sigh Syn goes back and tries to pull Hector away but he’s like a big stubborn dog and she’s without a leash. Finally she rolls out of the ring and steals an order of nachos from a spectator. She calls out to Hector and his eyes immediately lock onto the nachos. One by one Syn lays a cheese-dipped nacho down on the ground as she leads Hector up the ramp like they were a trail of breadcrumbs. Once they’re through the curtain Marisol finally comes to, coughing and heaving as she sits upright and feels the pizza plastered to her face. Her nose wrinkles as she can’t quite place the strange smell she’s experiencing and suddenly she screams out in both rage and disgust before the camera cuts away. WINNER Marisol Vilaró METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 1:20 FINISHING MOVE Jumping Jacks |
BACKSTAGE
Tonight the Girls of Summer, while still in matching gear, have on a lot less spangles and a lot more coverage - elbow and knee pads, shin guards, the works. Shiny patent leather replaces some of the spandex, though the colors are very beachy at sunset vibed, with cream, orange, blues and peaches. Hair is braided and they look so very serious as they glare at the camera, Coral’s arm now up around Nami’s shoulders.
Coral: So tonight, our precious Liberty Tag Team Championships are on the line. We’ve got two teams that are hot after trying to take what’s ours, too. It’d be rough enough…
Nami: Hella heckin’ rough enough…
Coral: If that’s all it was, a huge triple threat tag match. But this is so much more. So much worse. We’ve got us a good old fashioned brutal and violent TLC match ahead of us.
The pair pause, and they smile very slowly, those pretty features looking quite sinister as a matter of fact. Nami speaks now, far more forcefully.
Nami: We’ve interacted with the Wolves at least on Twitter, the Soccer Moms not so much, we think they’re still regrouping but honey pies, it’s tonight. Not tomorrow, not next month. Tonight. Tables, Ladders and Chairs. All that chaos in the ring, three teams, and one big prize for whoever can claim it. Trust us in this - we don’t care who gets hurt as long as we keep what’s ours. All the other things going on in Liberty, sure. We’ve been watching.
Coral: We always do.
Nami: But what happens there, doesn’t matter when our match starts. We feel… that the Wolves have something to prove here in Liberty. They wanna show that they’re more bite than bark. But digs aside, understandable? The Sock Puppets, they want to make a big old mark, they want to snatch what’s ours. We get that too. We know the other teams are watching too, they can’t wait to get their own chance.
Coral: Tonight though, it’s all about #EndlessSummer and we are done splashing in the shallows with these messes. Understand that. We’re gonna go out there and make our son proud, we’re gonna show why we ARE the Standard in Liberty Pro, and why we remain when all the others fall.
Nami: Tonight, you’re all gonna see that we’re not to be dismissed by anybody that rolls on in thinking they’re gonna just TAKE what’s ours. We’re done listening to the same trash, the same dismissals. You’re gonna LEARN tonight.
The pair grin, and swan on out of the shot, and if either of them is nervous about the potential things that can go wrong in a TLC match, they’ve done a good job in hiding that.
Tonight the Girls of Summer, while still in matching gear, have on a lot less spangles and a lot more coverage - elbow and knee pads, shin guards, the works. Shiny patent leather replaces some of the spandex, though the colors are very beachy at sunset vibed, with cream, orange, blues and peaches. Hair is braided and they look so very serious as they glare at the camera, Coral’s arm now up around Nami’s shoulders.
Coral: So tonight, our precious Liberty Tag Team Championships are on the line. We’ve got two teams that are hot after trying to take what’s ours, too. It’d be rough enough…
Nami: Hella heckin’ rough enough…
Coral: If that’s all it was, a huge triple threat tag match. But this is so much more. So much worse. We’ve got us a good old fashioned brutal and violent TLC match ahead of us.
The pair pause, and they smile very slowly, those pretty features looking quite sinister as a matter of fact. Nami speaks now, far more forcefully.
Nami: We’ve interacted with the Wolves at least on Twitter, the Soccer Moms not so much, we think they’re still regrouping but honey pies, it’s tonight. Not tomorrow, not next month. Tonight. Tables, Ladders and Chairs. All that chaos in the ring, three teams, and one big prize for whoever can claim it. Trust us in this - we don’t care who gets hurt as long as we keep what’s ours. All the other things going on in Liberty, sure. We’ve been watching.
Coral: We always do.
Nami: But what happens there, doesn’t matter when our match starts. We feel… that the Wolves have something to prove here in Liberty. They wanna show that they’re more bite than bark. But digs aside, understandable? The Sock Puppets, they want to make a big old mark, they want to snatch what’s ours. We get that too. We know the other teams are watching too, they can’t wait to get their own chance.
Coral: Tonight though, it’s all about #EndlessSummer and we are done splashing in the shallows with these messes. Understand that. We’re gonna go out there and make our son proud, we’re gonna show why we ARE the Standard in Liberty Pro, and why we remain when all the others fall.
Nami: Tonight, you’re all gonna see that we’re not to be dismissed by anybody that rolls on in thinking they’re gonna just TAKE what’s ours. We’re done listening to the same trash, the same dismissals. You’re gonna LEARN tonight.
The pair grin, and swan on out of the shot, and if either of them is nervous about the potential things that can go wrong in a TLC match, they’ve done a good job in hiding that.
MATCH FOUR: TLC FOR TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS
Girls of Summer vs Wolves of Legion vs Socialites
Girls of Summer vs Wolves of Legion vs Socialites
| RECAP The fans are into this before it even starts, noting that there is a clear difference in team heights in this three-way TLC. All of their attention goes to the titles swaying on their cable over the center of the ring for a few seconds as the referee rattles off what they expect. There is a lot of speculation from commentary on whether or not the superior height of Wolves will give them an edge over the supremely experienced but middle height Champions, Girls of Summer, or if their height will be just right and both teams leave the much shorter Socialites out in the cold. Danielle and Vanessa get up in the faces of Coral and Nami to start, insisting that yes they do have names, which creates the opening for Danae and Kassandra to loom behind them while Coral and Nami pie-face the other pair of sisters in the match. They stumble back into a double suplex from the Wolves of Legion, the fans actually pop for this, but pop a little louder as Coral and Nami hit a double dropkick on the Wolves! The Girls roll up quick and Nami slides out of the ring to slide a ladder into the ring and follows. The twin champs then pick up the folded ladder and sweep the ring with it, smacking it into Daniella and Danae, Vanessa does the splits to evade, and Kassandra tries to catch it but she ends up falling through the ropes to the apron. Kass actually uses this to her advantage and starts tossing folded metal chairs into the ring, and Danae is recovered enough to grab a chair and start whapping people with it, Nami yelping as it connects with her shoulder and Coral drops the ladder as it impacts with her on the back swing. Vanessa and Danielle work together then, sliding out of the ring to set up a table, and then they get another table and set it up on top of that. Uh oh! What nefarious purpose could they have for this? Nami in the ring is now aggressively punching Danae in the face, and she yanks the chair away from her, Coral sets the chair up and then puts another across from it before they yank the taller Danae up for a powerbomb through the chairs! The fans go nuts, of course, before here comes Kassandra looking for revenge, she drops Coral with a full nelson slam before she checks on Danae, then gets a table, setting it up in the corner and examines it before she grabs the ladder that the twins dropped and leans it in front of the table. This looks evil because it is, now there is a double stack table outside the ring, and a ladder table trap inside. In a huff Coral exits the ring to grab another ladder, and Nami helps pull it into the ring while kicking out with her right boot to keep Kass and Danae away from her. And here we go, it’s a superkick party! The Socialites whip out Spotlight, their dual superkick and wipe out the already abused Danae. They try it again on Coral but she drops back and grabs Vanessa’s boot and monkey flips her right into that ladder set against the leaned table! The ladder slides off the table, at least Vanessa didn’t go through it though she’s writhing around on the mat. Danielle is now in trouble though, as Danae and Kassandra haul her through the ropes onto the apron and they pull her up clearly looking to suplex her into those tables! There’s a lot of gasping at this, but as they get up at the outside corner to stand on the ropes for more height, Nami comes in hot with a tope suicida and they all teeter before crashing through the double tables! It looks bad, it is bad, Coral and Vanessa are now at the ropes looking shocked at the carnage. As the only two up they clearly want to check on their sisters, but nearly in mirror reactions they look up at the titles suspended over the ring. They straight up brawl, super stiff shots from both surprisingly! Vanessa gets an edge here when she rakes Coral’s eyes and casts a longing look at her bag, probably wanting perfume or hairspray out of it but she doesn’t waste time in grabbing one of the ladders in the ring and getting it set up. She moves it a little to make sure it’s at the prime spot, her hand going to her back as she’s clearly still feeling that powerbomb through the chairs earlier but displaying some toughness she doesn’t let it slow her down! Outside Nami is stirring as she took the least damage of those on the floor, she crawls out of the wreckage of the two tables and wipes the blood away from her nose with the apron’s skirt before she rolls into the ring. She takes a little bit more breather as Coral is nearly sprinting up the other side of the ladder and at the top she stops Vanessa from reaching the titles via an elbow to the face! The ladder teeters precariously as they fight, it almost tips and the reason is that now Nami is up and she’s put a ladder up next to them! She’s going up and Vanessa tries to kick her ladder away and almost falls off her own ladder! Danae is now up outside, helping Kassandra up, the pair pick up Danielle and toss her into the ring. They move to put her through the table still leaning in the corner with a double slam but Danielle boots Danae in the gut and holds on to Kassandra’s head, so even though they both go through the table she puts Kassandra’s lights out with that DDT! Huge reaction from this as Danae gapes at what just happened! Danae moves to help but hears the yelling behind her and whirls to see the fight going on as they are all reaching for the belts! She makes her way over as best she can, toughing it out to try and knock one of the ladders over, but Coral makes eye contact with Nami who starts yelling at her twin, trying to wave her off but Coral boosts herself over the top of her ladder and slams into Vanessa! They teeter, Vanessa is shrieking at the top of her lungs, clawing at Coral as the ladder goes flying off into the other direction and they fall, landing on Danae! Huge HOLY SHIT chant goes off at this, Nami is looking freaked out but she knows what she has to do! She steadies herself and reaches up, unhooking the precious Liberty Pro Tag Team Championships, cradling them both to her chest as she then comes off the ladder as quickly as she can, about bursting into tears for a second as her feet hit the mat. The Girls of Summer have retained, #EndlessSummer continues, though now people are coming from the back to check on everyone as Nami is kneeling down by Coral and seems encouraged that her twin is at least conscious! WINNER Girls of Summer METHOD TITLE RETRIEVAL MATCH LENGTH 15:57 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage on a dark set are Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke, their hard gazes locked upon the camera. Behind them like an ominous backdrop hangs the tattered remains of the replica of the Brendan Samuels signature flag, the same one that the two had burned weeks ago. Over her wrestling attire, Blyss herself is wearing a Michael Marou t-shirt with his face torn and disfigured probably with a knife, no doubt her own doing. All of it with the scowl on her face suggests that her foul mood from last week still persists tonight.
Blyss Lockhart: Brendan. Samuels. You saw what happened to Michael Marou, didn’t you?
She pauses, as if waiting for Brendan to pop up and answer her.
Blyss Lockhart: And you still remember what happened to Skylar Rayner, don’t you?
Again she stops for a brief moment.
Blyss Lockhart: And you have felt what that is like, haven’t you? More than once now. Two times. Tonight officially makes it three. And that US championship you carry around is the sweet cherry on top!
A reptilian grin slowly spreads across her face as Dante nods with a smirk.
Blyss Lockhart: There’s no better challenger on the roster than me and you know it. You pretend nothing we did has fazed you but I can tell that’s a lie. And just like Michael and Skylar… your arrogance will be your downfall and by the end of the night, I will leave you in a broken pile in the middle of the ring.
Dante nods in agreement as his eyes keep peering into the camera.
Dante Locke: There isn’t any doubt about that, B. You are head and shoulders above this entire roster and it’s why you were the big surprise at the end of the very first show back. Blyss Lockhart returns and joins the Freedom brand. It was all the hype. Did anyone care about TJ Techniques, the Freedom Champion? Or your current opponent and US Champ, Brendan Samuels? Nope. You’re the star and you and I? We were brought in here to make Freedom the best. Brendan Samuels?
Dante scoffs.
Dante Locke: We’ve knocked out the sail in his wind how many times now? But this time? It’s going to happen for good. We’ll burn it all down, including his flag and then he won’t show his face again, just like his sister-in-law, Skylar.
That fills Blyss with glee.
Blyss Lockhart: Exactly. If it weren’t for Dante and I, would people even notice Brendan’s presence? Let alone being a champion? What statement has he made since winning the title? Unlike the two of us who completely changed the very landscape of Liberty Pro in a single night. All Brendan is just talk. He keeps having to repeat the same narrative, over and over again. That he’s wrestling personified. But in actuality, he’s nobody special. He just happened to be lucky. But the moment Dante and I stepped into this company, his luck had run out quick! Every step of the way, we’ve cut him off. And that proves that there’s nothing he can do about it. He can threaten us back but he can’t actually stop us.
Dante shakes a finger at the camera.
Dante Locke: No, no no! He cannot! In fact, nobody can. And Blyss and I? We not only have changed the landscape but we have PROTECTED Liberty and the Freedom brand. Old man Nathan looked straight into the camera and said he wanted to poison his company. While most of you, including Brendan, stepped aside and said you wanted no part of this ‘brand’ war? Blyss and I stepped up and took action. And if you listened to that crazy bastard Nathan? Then you would realize that this is more than just a brand war and that all of those fucks over there on Liberation? Especially The Society? They are here to take away from all of you. But hey, soon enough you will all be thanking Blyss and I for taking care of things here. Just like Blyss is going to take care of Samuels and then? Then we will have a real US Champion to represent Freedom, in fact, it’ll be an ETERNAL CHAMPION. And that? That sounds much better than having a champion that’s a smelly pirate hooker.
Blyss laughs before settling down with a smug look on her face.
Blyss Lockhart: Ah, eternal champion. Always love the sound of that. And you’re right, babe, we’ve been protecting Liberty and Freedom since day one unlike Brendan the undeserving champion and the rest of this roster. Like Emery who thinks she’s too good for us. Like literally ANYONE else who just can’t be fucking bothered to step up. But you and I did. When did wrestling become a buddy-buddy sport? When did it turn into just showcase after showcase of mutual respect? I’m SICK of seeing all these so-called wrestlers going around with their stupid wrestling tours from company to company taking on their friends! Talk about WEAK! Wrestling is and always will be a CUTTHROAT COMPETITION. It’s about who gets to be the BEST. Right now, Dante and I are on the fast track to the TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. And before you know it, we’ll be way above everyone.
They hold each other’s hands in a show of dominance with self-pleased smirks on their faces.
Backstage on a dark set are Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke, their hard gazes locked upon the camera. Behind them like an ominous backdrop hangs the tattered remains of the replica of the Brendan Samuels signature flag, the same one that the two had burned weeks ago. Over her wrestling attire, Blyss herself is wearing a Michael Marou t-shirt with his face torn and disfigured probably with a knife, no doubt her own doing. All of it with the scowl on her face suggests that her foul mood from last week still persists tonight.
Blyss Lockhart: Brendan. Samuels. You saw what happened to Michael Marou, didn’t you?
She pauses, as if waiting for Brendan to pop up and answer her.
Blyss Lockhart: And you still remember what happened to Skylar Rayner, don’t you?
Again she stops for a brief moment.
Blyss Lockhart: And you have felt what that is like, haven’t you? More than once now. Two times. Tonight officially makes it three. And that US championship you carry around is the sweet cherry on top!
A reptilian grin slowly spreads across her face as Dante nods with a smirk.
Blyss Lockhart: There’s no better challenger on the roster than me and you know it. You pretend nothing we did has fazed you but I can tell that’s a lie. And just like Michael and Skylar… your arrogance will be your downfall and by the end of the night, I will leave you in a broken pile in the middle of the ring.
Dante nods in agreement as his eyes keep peering into the camera.
Dante Locke: There isn’t any doubt about that, B. You are head and shoulders above this entire roster and it’s why you were the big surprise at the end of the very first show back. Blyss Lockhart returns and joins the Freedom brand. It was all the hype. Did anyone care about TJ Techniques, the Freedom Champion? Or your current opponent and US Champ, Brendan Samuels? Nope. You’re the star and you and I? We were brought in here to make Freedom the best. Brendan Samuels?
Dante scoffs.
Dante Locke: We’ve knocked out the sail in his wind how many times now? But this time? It’s going to happen for good. We’ll burn it all down, including his flag and then he won’t show his face again, just like his sister-in-law, Skylar.
That fills Blyss with glee.
Blyss Lockhart: Exactly. If it weren’t for Dante and I, would people even notice Brendan’s presence? Let alone being a champion? What statement has he made since winning the title? Unlike the two of us who completely changed the very landscape of Liberty Pro in a single night. All Brendan is just talk. He keeps having to repeat the same narrative, over and over again. That he’s wrestling personified. But in actuality, he’s nobody special. He just happened to be lucky. But the moment Dante and I stepped into this company, his luck had run out quick! Every step of the way, we’ve cut him off. And that proves that there’s nothing he can do about it. He can threaten us back but he can’t actually stop us.
Dante shakes a finger at the camera.
Dante Locke: No, no no! He cannot! In fact, nobody can. And Blyss and I? We not only have changed the landscape but we have PROTECTED Liberty and the Freedom brand. Old man Nathan looked straight into the camera and said he wanted to poison his company. While most of you, including Brendan, stepped aside and said you wanted no part of this ‘brand’ war? Blyss and I stepped up and took action. And if you listened to that crazy bastard Nathan? Then you would realize that this is more than just a brand war and that all of those fucks over there on Liberation? Especially The Society? They are here to take away from all of you. But hey, soon enough you will all be thanking Blyss and I for taking care of things here. Just like Blyss is going to take care of Samuels and then? Then we will have a real US Champion to represent Freedom, in fact, it’ll be an ETERNAL CHAMPION. And that? That sounds much better than having a champion that’s a smelly pirate hooker.
Blyss laughs before settling down with a smug look on her face.
Blyss Lockhart: Ah, eternal champion. Always love the sound of that. And you’re right, babe, we’ve been protecting Liberty and Freedom since day one unlike Brendan the undeserving champion and the rest of this roster. Like Emery who thinks she’s too good for us. Like literally ANYONE else who just can’t be fucking bothered to step up. But you and I did. When did wrestling become a buddy-buddy sport? When did it turn into just showcase after showcase of mutual respect? I’m SICK of seeing all these so-called wrestlers going around with their stupid wrestling tours from company to company taking on their friends! Talk about WEAK! Wrestling is and always will be a CUTTHROAT COMPETITION. It’s about who gets to be the BEST. Right now, Dante and I are on the fast track to the TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. And before you know it, we’ll be way above everyone.
They hold each other’s hands in a show of dominance with self-pleased smirks on their faces.
MATCH FIVE: QONY CHAMPIONSHIP
Cait Flanagan vs Hilary Levandrier
Cait Flanagan vs Hilary Levandrier
| RECAP The new Queen of New York nearly exploded out of her corner. Hilary had marred her new reign as a double champion in the industry and Flanagan was not going to take that laying down. The first minute and a half of the match was all the Belfast native, nasty forearm smashes across the head of Killary, all intent to make sure that Levandrier didn’t have any time to breathe. She would get her into the corner, and just hammer her down until Hilary slowly slid down, sitting. That would lead to Cait putting a boot on her throat and ignoring the ref’s count all the way to nearly getting disqualified. Cait would get in the ref’s face and argue as Josh got a quick running forearm to Levandrier’s head for good measure. Cue more boos. An irish-whip fakeout into a belly-to-belly saw the Queen of New York pinning Hilary. Kickout at one? That only seemed to make the Queen of New York aggravated before she pinned Hilary again. Kickout at half of one? It certainly made the LIberty Pro fans come alive, but fine. Forearm smash in the face, compliments of the million-dollar baby and pin again. That was about the time that Hilary had gotten her nose busted open. Either that or when the QONY hit a jumping knee strike around the time Hilary got up. A two count proceeded that, Hillary pulling herself up from her knees and putting a hand on her face. It must have been seeing her own blood that set her off, giving new meaning to #Levandrip. The scion of the Levandrier family dropped Cait Flanagan, countering an attempted cravate hold with an arm twist into a Jumping DDT. That left the self-described greedy whore doing a handstand before being laid out for a long two count. Needless to say, when Cait got dropped on her head, the Barclays Center nearly gave Killary an ovation. Levandrier peppered her with the offense, turning things up a gear. She combined a rolling vertical suplex, with a monkey flip that vaulted Cait halfway across the ring. An extremely close two count seemed to revive Cait. When she got on her feet, she busted Killary across the jaw with a european uppercut. That was answered back with a thigh kick. Uppercut. Kick. Uppercut. Kick. Uppercut. Kick. The crowd booed for every shot from the reigning Queen of New York, and cheered only harder for the woman who may replace her. A sidestep from Levandrier saw Cait’s european uppercut missing, only for her to turn around into a bicycle kick straight to the face! By the time of that two count, Flanagan was left just as bloodied as her Canadian opponent. At this point neither competitor even tried to play it defensively anymore. Both bloody, both angry, pumping on full adrenaline. Cait staggered Hilary’s offense temporarily, dodging an attempted scissor kick and switching things into an abdominal stretch at Josh Anderon’s suggestion. The QONY Champion wasn’t going to keep letting #Levandrip dictate the pace of the match, pulling on the stretch as Hilary shook her head when asked if she wanted to give up. No way, no how. Cait would dig her fingers in Hilary’s eyes as Josh got on the apron to distract the ref. Killary roared in pain as the Queen of Mean & Green would finally let her go only pull her back into an Inverted DDT and near three count. Flanagan is irate, yelling at the ref that it was a three count. When the ref disagrees, she shoves him and tells him to do his job. These precious moments allow Levandrier to pull herself back up. The cheers tip Cait off, and she turns around, arm out for a clothesline but Hilary counters it with the Vancity Lights! That arm-trap flatliner about drops Cait but as Hilary makes the pin, Cait gets a leg on the ropes. The ref waves the pin off and forces Killary to drag Flanagan to the center. Josh slides the QONY championship in the ring behind the ref before he gets on the apron to argue. The ref and Anderson have words as Hilary takes her eyes off of Cait and rushes to knock Josh off. Anderson hops off the apron, knowing smile on his face as the ref reads him the riot act. Levandrier however turns around into an Irish Goodbye on the Queen of NY championship! The double champion slides the championship out from under Hilary and out of the ring before making the three count. As Cait leaves victorious, arm raised by Josh? The last shot is one of her QONY championship, smeared with Hilary’s blood. WINNER Cait Flanagan METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:10 FINISHING MOVE Irish Goodbye (On A Championship Plate) |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage now and Tim Anderson is on standby with Melissa Reeves.
Tim: “Melissa, thank you for joining me.”
She offers a nod, but no words.
Tim: “Tonight, I think it’s fair to say, is no doubt your biggest match to date since returning to Liberty…how have you gone about preparing for it, and how do you feel to be in contention for the Liberty Title once again?”
Reeves scoffs.
Melissa: “Tim, you know the first answer already. How have I prepared? Same as I always do. I study, I train, I do what I do best. But let’s be honest, the odds of this match going down without some shenanigans is low. There are too many people here who will never pass up a chance to spotlight themselves, even during our match.”
She turns to the camera.
Melissa: “If this match passes without anything untoward happening, I will donate $100,000 to a charity of Tim’s choice.”
Then she shrugs.
Melissa: “And, you know, Derrick is no doubt every bit just as aware of that factor as I am. There should be safeguards in place, but there aren’t. So I prepare for him, and all the while I have the thought in the back of my mind that this might just be another Liberty Wrestling screwjob waiting to happen.”
Tim looks a little uncomfortable.
Tim: “Uh, well, it’s not always been the case right?”
She scoffs, again.
Melissa: “My entire history here is Callaghan or The Society trying to screw me over. Now, I don’t think Derrick will be pulling off any funny business - if for no other reason than the guy seems to want to solidify his reign as genuine. To do that he has to beat me, fairly. But fairness is at a premium in Liberty and plenty of others won’t hold his title reign in that same regard.”
Tim: “Well, on the subject of Derrick, where do you think he measures up against the Liberty Champions of the past?”
She laughs for a moment.
Melissa: “Seriously? He’s had the title for barely a minute. That said, he’s clearly a more reliable guy than someone like Tamsin was ever going to be, but he’s got a long way to go before he’s up there with Noir or myself.”
Tim: “Helena and you, not Becky?”
Reeves shakes her head.
Melissa: “No. She needed her hand holding every week and got by on technicalities, I see that as weakness. Without her gang she would have had a nothing reign. If I beat La’Bell tonight then I match her as a three time champion - but I already held it for longer than her, and already defended it more times than she ever did, so I got her beat there too. Winning the title again would set history straight, it would prove I’m still at the top of the pile here and it would demonstrate that I’m as formidable as ever. But I don’t expect it to be easy, nor should it be. Win or lose, though, I want it to be on my own merit.”
She takes the mic from Tim.
Melissa: “I expect a fair fight, Derrick. And to the rest of you, I expect he and I are left to do just that.”
Reeves drops the mic and walks away, leaving Tim unable to sign off.
Backstage now and Tim Anderson is on standby with Melissa Reeves.
Tim: “Melissa, thank you for joining me.”
She offers a nod, but no words.
Tim: “Tonight, I think it’s fair to say, is no doubt your biggest match to date since returning to Liberty…how have you gone about preparing for it, and how do you feel to be in contention for the Liberty Title once again?”
Reeves scoffs.
Melissa: “Tim, you know the first answer already. How have I prepared? Same as I always do. I study, I train, I do what I do best. But let’s be honest, the odds of this match going down without some shenanigans is low. There are too many people here who will never pass up a chance to spotlight themselves, even during our match.”
She turns to the camera.
Melissa: “If this match passes without anything untoward happening, I will donate $100,000 to a charity of Tim’s choice.”
Then she shrugs.
Melissa: “And, you know, Derrick is no doubt every bit just as aware of that factor as I am. There should be safeguards in place, but there aren’t. So I prepare for him, and all the while I have the thought in the back of my mind that this might just be another Liberty Wrestling screwjob waiting to happen.”
Tim looks a little uncomfortable.
Tim: “Uh, well, it’s not always been the case right?”
She scoffs, again.
Melissa: “My entire history here is Callaghan or The Society trying to screw me over. Now, I don’t think Derrick will be pulling off any funny business - if for no other reason than the guy seems to want to solidify his reign as genuine. To do that he has to beat me, fairly. But fairness is at a premium in Liberty and plenty of others won’t hold his title reign in that same regard.”
Tim: “Well, on the subject of Derrick, where do you think he measures up against the Liberty Champions of the past?”
She laughs for a moment.
Melissa: “Seriously? He’s had the title for barely a minute. That said, he’s clearly a more reliable guy than someone like Tamsin was ever going to be, but he’s got a long way to go before he’s up there with Noir or myself.”
Tim: “Helena and you, not Becky?”
Reeves shakes her head.
Melissa: “No. She needed her hand holding every week and got by on technicalities, I see that as weakness. Without her gang she would have had a nothing reign. If I beat La’Bell tonight then I match her as a three time champion - but I already held it for longer than her, and already defended it more times than she ever did, so I got her beat there too. Winning the title again would set history straight, it would prove I’m still at the top of the pile here and it would demonstrate that I’m as formidable as ever. But I don’t expect it to be easy, nor should it be. Win or lose, though, I want it to be on my own merit.”
She takes the mic from Tim.
Melissa: “I expect a fair fight, Derrick. And to the rest of you, I expect he and I are left to do just that.”
Reeves drops the mic and walks away, leaving Tim unable to sign off.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Carli Davis vs Ricky Rodriguez
Carli Davis vs Ricky Rodriguez
| RECAP The two rivals, who have had many disagreements over the last month, met in the center of the ring standing chest to chest. Neither of the competitors was willing to back down until Ricky shoved Carli away. Carli let out a soft chuckle before delivering a strong forearm to the chin of Ricky. The blonde turned up the pressure after that, throwing Ricky to the mat with an arm drag. Keeping Ricky's arm underneath hers, Carli began working on the shoulder of her opponent. Flipping forward Carli worked in an armbar, but Ricky was quickly able to wiggle free pulling his arm close to his chest. The two Freedom stars rolled around on the mat with each one of them gaining the mounted position, but neither of them was able to finish the match. As the two rolled back up to their feet Ricky landed a strong dropkick to the chest of Carli sending her back down onto the mat. As Carli sat up Ricky spun around in a one handed cartwheel before driving both of his feet into the chest of Carli. Pushing himself back up to his feet, Ricky started to yell at Carli, telling her that she got in his way too many times lately and that she wasn’t the greatest partner. Making his way to the head of his opponent, Ricky dropped down, driving both of his knees into the side of Carli's head. Rolling sideways onto the mat, Carli gripped at her face as the referee pushed Ricky away. With Carli now back up to her feet Ricky ran out of the corner sensing the ending was coming, but Carli was able to duck out of the way of Ricky’s strike and drop him face first onto the mat with a drop toe hold. Carli popped back up to her feet and began clapping to the crowd. Looking to put them fully behind her in the match. Bouncing off of the ropes Carli ran forward and leaped into the air hitting a leg drop on Ricky. Carli quickly went for the pin attempt, but Ricky was able to quickly power out. Carli shrugged her shoulders as she made her way back up to her feet. Carli put on a nice display of chain wrestling looking to keep Ricky on his heels. Keeping the pressure on Carli was throwing everything she had at Ricky. Sliding around his back Carli rolled him backwards with a crucifix pin, but at the last second Ricky was able to power out. Later on in the match Ricky was able to get his way back up to his feet. Both of them were visibly gassed having given their all in the match. Ricky threw a kick to the stomach of Carli but she was able to catch his foot. Hopping around on one foot Ricky jumped into the air connecting with a strong enziguri to the side of Carli's head. Taking a deep breath Ricky leaned down pulling Carli back up to her feet. Lifting Carli high into the air Ricky carried her over to the turnbuckle and dropped her right onto the top buckle! He then hit her with a German suplex and bridged it into a pin but Davis kicked out after two! Ricky then hit the ropes and he looked to go for something big! Carli stumbled up to her feet and Ricky came back, going for To The Top(Springboard Cutter) but Carli dodged it! She then grabbed Rodriguez and lifted him up, nailing him with Rest Easy (Air Raid Crash Neckbreaker)!!!! The forever reigning Valiant Champion went for the pin! 1… 2… 3!!! Carli won!!! WINNER Carli Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:12 FINISHING MOVE Rest Easy POST-MATCH The bell rang and the crowd erupted with cheers. Carli rolls off of Ricky and pushes herself back up to her feet. The official raises her arm high into the air as Carli celebrates her win. Ricky rolls onto his side as he grabs at his midsection, clearly disappointed in his losing effort. Carli walks up to the fallen Ricky and offers her hand down to him. He looks up at it and takes the hand of Carli, getting back up to his feet. She gives off a reassuring smile and pats him on the back before Ricky raises her arm into the air, pointing to her as the crowd cheers loudly. Just as quick as lightning, Ricky spun his body around and caught Carli right in the side of her head with a brutal knee shot. Those cheers instantly became boos as Ricky let Carli drop to the mat. Ricky ducks out to the apron and grips the top set of ropes and just watches Carli as she stirs. She slowly begins pulling herself up and Ricky moves to strike. As Carli gets up to a standing position, Ricky leapt up to the top rope and springboards off. He catches the head of Carli and spikes her with that To The Top Springboard Cutter! Ricky bounces from the impact and rolls around, clutching his sides. Getting back to his feet, he stands at the side of the fallen Carli, smiling from ear to ear. He looks into the camera before speaking up. RICKY RODRIGUEZ: 'I ain't even sorry!' Laughing out, Ricky stepped over the fallen Carli before ducking out of the ring. He backs up the ramp but as soon as he gets half way up, he storms back down the ramp and slides in under the bottom ropes. He dives right in on Carli, raining down wild rights and lefts at her head as she tries covering up. Without warning, Ricky rolls off of her and out of the ring. He walks up to the timekeeper area and shoves the man off his chair. He folds it up and rushes back into the ring with it. Slamming it down onto the mat a couple times, Ricky drew that chair back, clearly ready to continue his assault on Carli. The crowd erupts with cheers as Jessica Anderson comes bolting down the ramp from the back. Hearing this, Ricky looks to see what they're cheering for. Throwing his chair to the side, Ricky manages to slip out of the ring right as Jessica slides into it. He holds his hands up and shakes his head as he backs into the crowd railing. RICKY RODRIGUEZ: 'I see the game now! I'll be ready next time!' Jessica pays little to no mind to Ricky as her focus was far better suited checking on Carli to make sure she is okay. Ricky walks around the ringside area, Jessica looking at him out of the corner of her eye as he makes his exit. |
BACKSTAGE
The camera focuses on a door with the name Lily Callaghan posted outside. It’s a nondescript door aside from the note taped to it. The note is rather child-like from the notebook paper it’s written on to the red crayon used to scrawl the hastily written message which reads, “DO NOT DISTURB!”
But the camera does disturb, pushing the door open and proceeding into Lily’s office where we find Lily Callaghan duct taped to her office chair. Her eyes go wide when she sees the camera but her attempts to scream are muffled by a duct tape gag with the exclamation, “SHHHHH!” written across it in permanent marker. Instead it’s Syn who greets us, smiling brightly as she spins Lily’s chair round and around while singing the lyrics from Stay by Rihanna.
Syn: Round and around and around and around we go. Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know.
Syn stops the chair from spinning when her and Lily are eye to eye.
Syn: You know, don’t you? Why you’re here? What you did? You chose to make an example of me and now I’m going to make an example of you.
She boops Lily on the nose and leans in, cupping her hand over her mouth while stage whispering.
Syn: Honestly, you’re kind of cute for an old lady.
Lily MMMMPHS loudly, none too fond of being called old.
Syn: Zip it. There’s no one here to help you. Liam’s still recovering from that beating The Society laid on him and the rest of the Callaghan clan is about to get their asses kicked. All because of you. Not that you care about the bastards of the bunch.
Syn sits up on Lily’s desk and crosses her legs while stroking her chin inquisitively.
Syn: Why do you think it is that Nathan stepped out on you SO MANY times? Did your vagina dry up? I hear that’s what happens when people your age go through the change. Anyways…
She hops down from the desk and positions a monitor displaying a live feed from the Society Warehouse where The Society and the Callaghans are about to face off. She glances over her shoulder at Lily.
Syn: How’s that? Unobstructed view? I want to make sure you see every second of the carnage you created.
Syn screws up her face a bit as she stares at Lily.
Syn: I feel like your hair might get in your eyes. Luckily I just happen to have these handy!
Syn raises a pair of rechargeable clippers and hits the power button, the buzzing reverberates through the room as Lily screams and shakes her head.
Syn: Seriously, stay still or I may cut your head off. These things are pretty sharp.
Syn wields the clippers as if she were flying a toy airplane. She makes airplane noises and pretends she’s bringing them in for a landing each time she buzzes away a landing strip of Lily’s hair, revealing her scalp. There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern Syn’s cutting, it’s completely haphazard. As locks of hair fall to the floor Lily begins to cry and Syn pauses for a moment, pouting out her bottom lip as she looks Lily in the eyes and speaks in baby talk.
Syn: Aww is wittle Lily sad? Is the big bad monster making you even uglier than you already are?
Syn snorts and grabs Lily firmly by the chin, her tone menacing.
Syn: You don’t get to cry after what you did to me. You lost my sympathy the second you cornered me in that hallway. You might even say your boy Dante knocked the sympathy right out of me. Cause and effect, Lilith. For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. Did you know I’m bi-polar? Did you know that I had my share of episodes before Dante scrambled my brains in that hallway? No, you didn’t.
She uses her grip on Lily’s chin to shake her head from side to side.
Syn: You’re probably wondering what that has to do with any of this. I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
Syn leans in closer to Lily’s ear and whispers loud enough that the camera can still hear her.
Syn: I might not have shown it but I was scared in that hallway. Dante held me so I couldn’t escape. Blyss unloaded on me with all she had… and you? … well you laughed at me while it was happening, didn’t you? My fear? My suffering? They amused you.
She licks the tip of Lily’s ear before pacing the floor.
Syn: Until I escaped, then I saw fear in your eyes too. But it was short lived because POOF out went my lights. The threat was no more… or so you thought.
Syn zooms back in so she’s nose to nose with Lily.
Syn: When that fuck nut I roasted last week smashed my head against that floor my fractured little brain became even more splintered but also more free than it’s ever been. I feel like I can finally breathe Lily and for that I thank you.
She clips off another random patch of Lily’s hair.
Syn: Thank you for awakening a new me. A better me. A me that will never be scared in a hallway again. A me that will shave your ass bald and dare you to do something about it. I know you promised Becky that you wouldn’t come for me but you’re about to break that promise. This isn’t about you and her, it’s about you and I. You were so concerned with the monsters outside of your roster getting inside that you didn’t even realize you created one of your own.
Syn holds the buzzing clippers to Lily’s throat.
Syn: When you come for me you’d better bring more than men with torches because I’ve already shown you that I love to play with fire.
The live feed on the monitor indicates that the participants are nearly ready in the warehouse. Syn smiles and turns to watch the show, seating herself firmly in Lily’s lap.
Syn: Oh goodie, it’s about to start. We should’ve ordered food.
The camera focuses on a door with the name Lily Callaghan posted outside. It’s a nondescript door aside from the note taped to it. The note is rather child-like from the notebook paper it’s written on to the red crayon used to scrawl the hastily written message which reads, “DO NOT DISTURB!”
But the camera does disturb, pushing the door open and proceeding into Lily’s office where we find Lily Callaghan duct taped to her office chair. Her eyes go wide when she sees the camera but her attempts to scream are muffled by a duct tape gag with the exclamation, “SHHHHH!” written across it in permanent marker. Instead it’s Syn who greets us, smiling brightly as she spins Lily’s chair round and around while singing the lyrics from Stay by Rihanna.
Syn: Round and around and around and around we go. Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know.
Syn stops the chair from spinning when her and Lily are eye to eye.
Syn: You know, don’t you? Why you’re here? What you did? You chose to make an example of me and now I’m going to make an example of you.
She boops Lily on the nose and leans in, cupping her hand over her mouth while stage whispering.
Syn: Honestly, you’re kind of cute for an old lady.
Lily MMMMPHS loudly, none too fond of being called old.
Syn: Zip it. There’s no one here to help you. Liam’s still recovering from that beating The Society laid on him and the rest of the Callaghan clan is about to get their asses kicked. All because of you. Not that you care about the bastards of the bunch.
Syn sits up on Lily’s desk and crosses her legs while stroking her chin inquisitively.
Syn: Why do you think it is that Nathan stepped out on you SO MANY times? Did your vagina dry up? I hear that’s what happens when people your age go through the change. Anyways…
She hops down from the desk and positions a monitor displaying a live feed from the Society Warehouse where The Society and the Callaghans are about to face off. She glances over her shoulder at Lily.
Syn: How’s that? Unobstructed view? I want to make sure you see every second of the carnage you created.
Syn screws up her face a bit as she stares at Lily.
Syn: I feel like your hair might get in your eyes. Luckily I just happen to have these handy!
Syn raises a pair of rechargeable clippers and hits the power button, the buzzing reverberates through the room as Lily screams and shakes her head.
Syn: Seriously, stay still or I may cut your head off. These things are pretty sharp.
Syn wields the clippers as if she were flying a toy airplane. She makes airplane noises and pretends she’s bringing them in for a landing each time she buzzes away a landing strip of Lily’s hair, revealing her scalp. There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern Syn’s cutting, it’s completely haphazard. As locks of hair fall to the floor Lily begins to cry and Syn pauses for a moment, pouting out her bottom lip as she looks Lily in the eyes and speaks in baby talk.
Syn: Aww is wittle Lily sad? Is the big bad monster making you even uglier than you already are?
Syn snorts and grabs Lily firmly by the chin, her tone menacing.
Syn: You don’t get to cry after what you did to me. You lost my sympathy the second you cornered me in that hallway. You might even say your boy Dante knocked the sympathy right out of me. Cause and effect, Lilith. For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. Did you know I’m bi-polar? Did you know that I had my share of episodes before Dante scrambled my brains in that hallway? No, you didn’t.
She uses her grip on Lily’s chin to shake her head from side to side.
Syn: You’re probably wondering what that has to do with any of this. I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
Syn leans in closer to Lily’s ear and whispers loud enough that the camera can still hear her.
Syn: I might not have shown it but I was scared in that hallway. Dante held me so I couldn’t escape. Blyss unloaded on me with all she had… and you? … well you laughed at me while it was happening, didn’t you? My fear? My suffering? They amused you.
She licks the tip of Lily’s ear before pacing the floor.
Syn: Until I escaped, then I saw fear in your eyes too. But it was short lived because POOF out went my lights. The threat was no more… or so you thought.
Syn zooms back in so she’s nose to nose with Lily.
Syn: When that fuck nut I roasted last week smashed my head against that floor my fractured little brain became even more splintered but also more free than it’s ever been. I feel like I can finally breathe Lily and for that I thank you.
She clips off another random patch of Lily’s hair.
Syn: Thank you for awakening a new me. A better me. A me that will never be scared in a hallway again. A me that will shave your ass bald and dare you to do something about it. I know you promised Becky that you wouldn’t come for me but you’re about to break that promise. This isn’t about you and her, it’s about you and I. You were so concerned with the monsters outside of your roster getting inside that you didn’t even realize you created one of your own.
Syn holds the buzzing clippers to Lily’s throat.
Syn: When you come for me you’d better bring more than men with torches because I’ve already shown you that I love to play with fire.
The live feed on the monitor indicates that the participants are nearly ready in the warehouse. Syn smiles and turns to watch the show, seating herself firmly in Lily’s lap.
Syn: Oh goodie, it’s about to start. We should’ve ordered food.
MATCH SEVEN: #SOCIETY WAREHOUSE MATCH
#TheSociety vs Callaghans
#TheSociety vs Callaghans
| RECAP Normally, this sort of match would take place inside of a warehouse in Detroit, but no, not today. Today we find ourselves at the Callaghan Warehouse, the location of all of the Liberation shows so far. The Warehouse seemed empty but it was soon flooded by Followers of #TheSociety. Eventually, the entire crowd were Followers and this wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Ryan, Brendan and Sean Callaghan. Warren, Becky and Seth all made their way into the ring and they waited for the Callaghan crew to make their appearance. Suddenly, the three Callaghan brothers came from UNDER THE RING!!! The Followers tried to warn #TheSociety but it was too late; Ryan clubbed Warren with a bat, Sean took out Becky with a chair shot and Brendan slammed a… burrito? A burrito into Seth’s face but somehow, Seth went tumbling down like a ton of bricks! A few moments passed amid the confusion and wait a minute! Brendan pulled out a steel rod from the middle of the burrito and laughed! He then took a bite of the burrito before Ryan pushed him and said to get serious, before taking the burrito and taking a bite himself. Sean rolled his eyes at the whole ordeal before the three brothers went on the attack. They were taking it to #TheSociety and yeah, the blindsided attack sure did help. But wait! A masked figure soon entered the fray! Ryan, Sean and Brendan had no idea he was there and he had a stun baton! He stunned Sean with it before clubbing Brendan with it and stunning him too! Ryan hit a Superman Punch on the masked person! He went to unmask him but NO! Warren Corbett took Ryan out with a devastating spear! The masked person soon made their exit. Who could this be? Nonetheless, the match continued, now with Warren taking it to Ryan as Becky and Seth recovered themselves. Brendan Callaghan soon made it to his feet but Becky grabbed him from behind and dropped him with Hear Me Out! Before she could pin, Sean was behind her and he obliterated her with the baseball bat that Ryan had earlier, busting her head WIDE OPEN. Becky was knocked out. Seth was furious and he slammed his fist right into Sean’s jaw and a tooth was seen flying from his mouth!!! The camera gets a better angle on Seth’s hand and he has a pair of brass knuckles on! Brendan has soon recovered though and he throws Seth onto the outside of the ring! He then follows him and clears the empty announcer table there. Brendan and Seth then start to fight on the table. Seth pulls Brendan down and mounts him and he is trying his best to hit Brendan with the brass knuckles but the eldest brother of the Callaghan’s continues to dodge the attacks. Sean is somehow up on his feet and he scales the top rope. He looks around before taking a deep breath and he LEAPS OFF OF IT! BANG!!! Sean does a Frog splash, landing right on top of Seth and Brendan, sending all three men crashing through the table. Back to the action inside of the ring, Warren Corbett is showing why he was a main event player during his last run in Liberty Pro a few years ago. He is absolutely controlling Ryan, throwing the former golden glove boxer around like a rag doll. Ryan soon turned the tide when he used dirty tactics and he nailed Corbett with a filthy low blow! But not one! BUT TWO! NO! THREE LOW BLOWS! Corbett’s eyes glazed over from the pain but Ryan wasn’t done and he hit the ropes before coming back and he leveled Corbett with Clothesline From Southie (Clothesline From Hell)! He went for the first pin of the match but NO! Corbett kicked out somehow! What will power! Ryan said he wasn’t done anyway, and so he picked Corbin up and dropped him with The Curse of Boston (End of Days)! Before Ryan could go for the pin, Becky Balfour came from out of nowhere and she slammed a kendo stick across Ryan’s head and it SNAPPED in half! The camera focused on Becky and blood was pouring down her head, covering her entire face. A wicked grin crossed over her lips before she licked some of it and laughed. She then STABBED Ryan in the back with the broken and frayed half of the kendo stick, the sharp pieces of wood pushing into the former boxer’s flesh. Becky was literally seeing red as the blood leaked into her eyes and she repeatedly shoved the broken pieces of wood into Ryan’s back, causing tiny cuts and wounds all over Ryan’s back; though not deep enough to critically wound him, it’s enough to cause excruciating pain! Becky then wound back the broken kendo stick as far back as she could, looking to go for a deep wound but NO! A flying knee strike from Sean Callaghan from out of nowhere stopped her! Sean called her a stupid bitch, yelling that if she wants to play games like that, he’s happy to do so and HE PULLED OUT A SWITCHBLADE! Sean had a crazed look in his eye as he flicked the switchblade around in his hand, stalking Balfour. Sean yelled out not to fuck with his family before he went to plunge the knife into Becky but Seth stopped it, well, mostly, as he took out Sean with a ring bell straight to his dome, busting Sean wide open. Becky now had a slice wound on her arm from the switchblade. She scanned around, looking for the knife but it went flying the moment Sean got leveled by Seth. Becky, Seth and Warren were all now on their feet and they hit Ryan with a triple powerbomb! Becky then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and she cuffed Ryan’s hands behind his back. She then went to do the same to Sean but Brendan came flying into the ring with a… It’s one of those large block cell phones from the early 90’s!? He went to smash it into Becky’s face but Seth jumped in and took the blow! Warren then took out Brendan with a brutal chair shot to the face! He was out! Becky then cuffed Sean and then Brendan! All three were then placed on their knees, hands cuffed behind their backs. This was not looking good for the Callaghan family. But WAIT! HERE COMES NATHAN CALLAGHAN!!! He has hit leather jacket and barbed wire baseball bat again, which were successfully retrieved from Lily. He got into the ring and he stared down Becky. The two came face to face, Becky’s face still masked in crimson blood. After a tense moment, Nathan held out his bat towards Balfour and she let out a sickening laugh. BAM! Becky tossed the bat to Seth and he hit Sean over the back with the bat! He was done for. Seth then gave it to Warren and Corbett hit Ryan in the back of the head with it. Blood started to pour from his head as he laid there, out cold and helpless. The bat then went to Becky and Brendan came to. Brendan looked over at Nathan, and said, “Dad… Why?” This… This was the one that tugged on Nathan’s heart strings, but just for a brief moment. Nathan grimaced before he shook his head and turned his back on his oldest son, the one who actually shared his namesake… Nathan Brendan Callaghan. With his back turned, Nathan could hear two thuds. One was the bat connection with Brendan’s head, the second was his unconscious body hitting the canvas. All three Society members placed a foot on the chest of each Callaghan and a Follower came into the ring with a referee shirt on. As the referee made the count to three, Nathan had already exited the ring and slowly walked up the ramp and out of the Warehouse. The Society had won but at what cost? The Followers soon flooded the ring and they celebrated with #TheSociety. What does this all mean for Liberation and Freedom? For Nathan and Lily? For The Society? Time will tell. WINNER #TheSociety METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 20:11 FINISHING MOVE Nathan’s bat |
BACKSTAGE
Brendan Samuels: The calm before the storm…
Came the voice of the United States Champion, Brendan Samuels. His voice was calm and smooth, his back to the camera yet wearing an uncharacteristic denim jacket. As the Irishman turned, he ruffled his short curls, glaring into the camera with those icy cool blues of his.
Brendan Samuels: While part of me wishes that I coulda spent the whole of Valentine’s Day with me love, Astrid… It does seem a fine thing to celebrate me seventh year competing in the United States with a contest.
Underneath the jacket, his traditional Hawaiian style shirt could be seen, though the focus was on his words, and in his right hand a flag bearing the logo of The Kraken on a mat of midnight black.
Brendan Samuels: Ye may have seen a comment I made earlier on in the evenin’. Aye, this be me seventh year living in the United States. Crossing seven seas to these lands to ply my trade in the one country that me Da, the late great Priest Samuels, never succeeded in conquering. He was a legend in the Emerald Isle and the United Kingdom, feared across Europe, revered in Canada and worshiped in Japan an’ Mexico. But the States? He never made it there. An’ me an’ me brother Ciaran, we made it our goal to make it this side of the ocean blue. An’ taking a look at this beauty? I’d say I done a feckin’ good job.
Brendan looked down, the Liberty Pro United States Championship around his waist. This was not the only gold he held though, as when the camera cut back, his Legacy Pro Tag Team Championship belt was upon his left shoulder.
Brendan Samuels: An’ I came here to Liberty Pro to continue that. To continue being a success, to raise the flag in the name of professional wrestling an’ ply my trade the way I believe this sport deserves. To leave it on the line, give everything ye have for the art of it. With spirit, an’ honour, an’ pride, an’ skill an’ hard work… Givin’ everythin’ ye damn have for a sport that deserves it, for a fanbase so passionate that nothin’ less than the very best ye have be what they deserve.
His eyes cast to the left, seeing his beautiful wife Astrid Samuels standing there, holding one of his children in her arms. He smiled at her as the camera pulled back a little. What viewers weren’t expecting was the sight of Anastasia Starling sitting there, keeping his other children occupied with what seemed to be a bird themed puppet show. The Kraken had been hitting at a bastard for the past few weeks, but with his long time partner Jackie being absent from social media, did he mean one of his other allies? Ana hid away very quickly, as the cameras cut back to the Irishman.
Brendan Samuels: An’ I thought this be the place… But there be happenings here lately that say otherwise. But what I’ll be doin’, what I be aimin’ for… That dinnae change at all. So whatever wars be goin’ on, whoever is firing their cannons into the hull of this show or that, I will be continuing on with what I do, an’ what I believe I do better than any single technician in the open ocean. An’ that is be The Wrestling. But there be a couple of scurvy bitches that decided that they wanted to ruin that, weren’t there?
Brendan glared into the camera lens, those frosty eyes soaking up the scene and lowering the temperature with the coldness of his words.
Brendan Samuels: Blyss Lockhart… Dante Locke… Aye, ye thought ye were all acting big an’ clever when ye decided to set up a trap for meself an’ me sister by law, Skylar. Ye could applaud it if it weren’t so cowardly. Ye got a win, there ye be. But then it continued. The attacks, the jibes, the cheating an’ interference. But the fact is, ye hurt me family. An’ ye hurt ye own.
Brendan didn’t smile, he didn’t flinch, he just glared harshly as he spoke next, filled with venom and truth.
Brendan Samuels: October 31st 2021, we sat in the same room, Blyss. It was a beautiful day, I couldn’t compare it to any other day than the best day of me own life. It was a wedding after all. I stood there very proud an’ happy that day, seeing two people that I so highly regard, not just professionally, but also personally, tie the knot. Skylar was even more proud, she was one of the bridesmaids that day. An’ ye looked proud yeself, Blyss. After all, ye were Honorary Mother of the Bride.
Brendan shrugged his shoulders, moving down a route he rarely moved down, the purely focused wrestler who spoke the business like a purist now taking a sideline to another route, one that he very rarely traveled down.
Brendan Samuels: I am of course talking about Fallon Parish, an’ her wedding to Josh Kennedy. We were in the same room that day, that beautiful day. An’ that will be a day that lives well in the memory, for all the right reasons. While what ye did on that other fateful night, when for the attention of others ye thought it be a good idea to attack two of the closest friends ye ‘daughter’ has… For the sake of just getting a little attention at a title…
Brendan then looked down at the championship belt wrapped around his waist, then looked up at the camera once again.
Brendan Samuels: That be the main reason that if Fallon returns to the squared circle, she be using her husband's well renowned surname, Kennedy… Because after what ye did to me an’ Skylar., she wants nothing to do with the name Lockhart.
Samuels halted in his speech, those eyes of his glaring into the camera lens.
Brendan Samuels: Well done, Blyss. Ye just went full Molly Reid.
There was an “oooh” from somewhere in the background, the United States Champion giving it a moment before he spoke again.
Brendan Samuels: Is that the reason why two of your ‘daughters’ closest friends, her allies were targeted? Or where ye blinded by the chance of gold? Our Jackie said ye were crazy, but this takes the piss, don’t it? Harming those that ye care for, just for a chance at a prize? Many a lot do all sorts for gold, but real people don’t squander what is in their heart.
The Wrestling chuckled, a brief moment of break from the seriousness that he was so well known for. He raised the United States Championship up in the air after unhooking it, his eyes in the lens as he spoke more freely, and finally, this time around.
Brendan Samuels: I suppose that be the reason why Dante follows ye around, but it’s clear that the Hellhound be a little burnt bitch at ye heels, ain’t that right, Blyss? An’ like I warned ye before hand, the storm is coming, it’s gonna swoop right in from the heaven’s itself, with wings of lightning and roars of thunder. It’s gonna be an absolute bastard, I be tellin’ ye that for free. An’ when those skies finally open, an’ the storm is unleashed… The crazed ship Blyss will sink beneath the waves. An’ The Ocean will consume ye.
Brendan Samuels: The calm before the storm…
Came the voice of the United States Champion, Brendan Samuels. His voice was calm and smooth, his back to the camera yet wearing an uncharacteristic denim jacket. As the Irishman turned, he ruffled his short curls, glaring into the camera with those icy cool blues of his.
Brendan Samuels: While part of me wishes that I coulda spent the whole of Valentine’s Day with me love, Astrid… It does seem a fine thing to celebrate me seventh year competing in the United States with a contest.
Underneath the jacket, his traditional Hawaiian style shirt could be seen, though the focus was on his words, and in his right hand a flag bearing the logo of The Kraken on a mat of midnight black.
Brendan Samuels: Ye may have seen a comment I made earlier on in the evenin’. Aye, this be me seventh year living in the United States. Crossing seven seas to these lands to ply my trade in the one country that me Da, the late great Priest Samuels, never succeeded in conquering. He was a legend in the Emerald Isle and the United Kingdom, feared across Europe, revered in Canada and worshiped in Japan an’ Mexico. But the States? He never made it there. An’ me an’ me brother Ciaran, we made it our goal to make it this side of the ocean blue. An’ taking a look at this beauty? I’d say I done a feckin’ good job.
Brendan looked down, the Liberty Pro United States Championship around his waist. This was not the only gold he held though, as when the camera cut back, his Legacy Pro Tag Team Championship belt was upon his left shoulder.
Brendan Samuels: An’ I came here to Liberty Pro to continue that. To continue being a success, to raise the flag in the name of professional wrestling an’ ply my trade the way I believe this sport deserves. To leave it on the line, give everything ye have for the art of it. With spirit, an’ honour, an’ pride, an’ skill an’ hard work… Givin’ everythin’ ye damn have for a sport that deserves it, for a fanbase so passionate that nothin’ less than the very best ye have be what they deserve.
His eyes cast to the left, seeing his beautiful wife Astrid Samuels standing there, holding one of his children in her arms. He smiled at her as the camera pulled back a little. What viewers weren’t expecting was the sight of Anastasia Starling sitting there, keeping his other children occupied with what seemed to be a bird themed puppet show. The Kraken had been hitting at a bastard for the past few weeks, but with his long time partner Jackie being absent from social media, did he mean one of his other allies? Ana hid away very quickly, as the cameras cut back to the Irishman.
Brendan Samuels: An’ I thought this be the place… But there be happenings here lately that say otherwise. But what I’ll be doin’, what I be aimin’ for… That dinnae change at all. So whatever wars be goin’ on, whoever is firing their cannons into the hull of this show or that, I will be continuing on with what I do, an’ what I believe I do better than any single technician in the open ocean. An’ that is be The Wrestling. But there be a couple of scurvy bitches that decided that they wanted to ruin that, weren’t there?
Brendan glared into the camera lens, those frosty eyes soaking up the scene and lowering the temperature with the coldness of his words.
Brendan Samuels: Blyss Lockhart… Dante Locke… Aye, ye thought ye were all acting big an’ clever when ye decided to set up a trap for meself an’ me sister by law, Skylar. Ye could applaud it if it weren’t so cowardly. Ye got a win, there ye be. But then it continued. The attacks, the jibes, the cheating an’ interference. But the fact is, ye hurt me family. An’ ye hurt ye own.
Brendan didn’t smile, he didn’t flinch, he just glared harshly as he spoke next, filled with venom and truth.
Brendan Samuels: October 31st 2021, we sat in the same room, Blyss. It was a beautiful day, I couldn’t compare it to any other day than the best day of me own life. It was a wedding after all. I stood there very proud an’ happy that day, seeing two people that I so highly regard, not just professionally, but also personally, tie the knot. Skylar was even more proud, she was one of the bridesmaids that day. An’ ye looked proud yeself, Blyss. After all, ye were Honorary Mother of the Bride.
Brendan shrugged his shoulders, moving down a route he rarely moved down, the purely focused wrestler who spoke the business like a purist now taking a sideline to another route, one that he very rarely traveled down.
Brendan Samuels: I am of course talking about Fallon Parish, an’ her wedding to Josh Kennedy. We were in the same room that day, that beautiful day. An’ that will be a day that lives well in the memory, for all the right reasons. While what ye did on that other fateful night, when for the attention of others ye thought it be a good idea to attack two of the closest friends ye ‘daughter’ has… For the sake of just getting a little attention at a title…
Brendan then looked down at the championship belt wrapped around his waist, then looked up at the camera once again.
Brendan Samuels: That be the main reason that if Fallon returns to the squared circle, she be using her husband's well renowned surname, Kennedy… Because after what ye did to me an’ Skylar., she wants nothing to do with the name Lockhart.
Samuels halted in his speech, those eyes of his glaring into the camera lens.
Brendan Samuels: Well done, Blyss. Ye just went full Molly Reid.
There was an “oooh” from somewhere in the background, the United States Champion giving it a moment before he spoke again.
Brendan Samuels: Is that the reason why two of your ‘daughters’ closest friends, her allies were targeted? Or where ye blinded by the chance of gold? Our Jackie said ye were crazy, but this takes the piss, don’t it? Harming those that ye care for, just for a chance at a prize? Many a lot do all sorts for gold, but real people don’t squander what is in their heart.
The Wrestling chuckled, a brief moment of break from the seriousness that he was so well known for. He raised the United States Championship up in the air after unhooking it, his eyes in the lens as he spoke more freely, and finally, this time around.
Brendan Samuels: I suppose that be the reason why Dante follows ye around, but it’s clear that the Hellhound be a little burnt bitch at ye heels, ain’t that right, Blyss? An’ like I warned ye before hand, the storm is coming, it’s gonna swoop right in from the heaven’s itself, with wings of lightning and roars of thunder. It’s gonna be an absolute bastard, I be tellin’ ye that for free. An’ when those skies finally open, an’ the storm is unleashed… The crazed ship Blyss will sink beneath the waves. An’ The Ocean will consume ye.
BACKSTAGE
It's not too long after the attack that Carli took from Ricky. She's sitting on an exam table, holding an ice pack to her head. She's visibly upset but right next to her, is one of her best friends, Jessica Anderson. Jess rubs her hand up and down Carli's back to comfort her while the doctor checks on her.
DOCTOR: I think you're going to make it, Ms. Davis. No serious damage done. A little banged up and probably a headache the next day or two, but I think you're going to make a full recovery. I'll give you two some time.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Thanks, Doc.
Jess nods with a faint smile, as the doctor excuses themselves.
CARLI DAVIS: I just don't understand. What did I do so wrong?
She frowns, a sadness in her voice as she presses the coolness to the side of her head.
JESSICA ANDERSON: You didn't do anything wrong, Carli. I can't explain why he did what he did out there. I know you wanted to trust him and make friends. I'm sorry.
CARLI DAVIS: It's not your fault...
She winces.
CARLI DAVIS: But thank you for having my back out there. I'm not sure how far he would've gone with that chair if you hadn't.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Of course. Don't worry, though, cause none of that is ever going to happen again.
Carli nods with a small smile forming across her lips now.
CARLI DAVIS: I'm so happy to have you here with me. Now we can finally check us teaming up together off our list and become tag team champions. I know we talked about it, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to come here, or win.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Well I guess I'm full of surprises! B² is officially together here on Freedom. And we have Lizzie here with us. She may not be wrestling, but I know she'll be cheering us on from the announce table.
CARLI DAVIS: We can now say we're all together again. Finally.
They both share a big smile now.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Now let's get out of here and get changed. Maybe we can sweet talk Liz into catching dinner with us so we can catch up.
CARLI DAVIS: Sounds good to me!
Jess helps Carli slide off the table and they make their way out of the exam room.
It's not too long after the attack that Carli took from Ricky. She's sitting on an exam table, holding an ice pack to her head. She's visibly upset but right next to her, is one of her best friends, Jessica Anderson. Jess rubs her hand up and down Carli's back to comfort her while the doctor checks on her.
DOCTOR: I think you're going to make it, Ms. Davis. No serious damage done. A little banged up and probably a headache the next day or two, but I think you're going to make a full recovery. I'll give you two some time.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Thanks, Doc.
Jess nods with a faint smile, as the doctor excuses themselves.
CARLI DAVIS: I just don't understand. What did I do so wrong?
She frowns, a sadness in her voice as she presses the coolness to the side of her head.
JESSICA ANDERSON: You didn't do anything wrong, Carli. I can't explain why he did what he did out there. I know you wanted to trust him and make friends. I'm sorry.
CARLI DAVIS: It's not your fault...
She winces.
CARLI DAVIS: But thank you for having my back out there. I'm not sure how far he would've gone with that chair if you hadn't.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Of course. Don't worry, though, cause none of that is ever going to happen again.
Carli nods with a small smile forming across her lips now.
CARLI DAVIS: I'm so happy to have you here with me. Now we can finally check us teaming up together off our list and become tag team champions. I know we talked about it, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to come here, or win.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Well I guess I'm full of surprises! B² is officially together here on Freedom. And we have Lizzie here with us. She may not be wrestling, but I know she'll be cheering us on from the announce table.
CARLI DAVIS: We can now say we're all together again. Finally.
They both share a big smile now.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Now let's get out of here and get changed. Maybe we can sweet talk Liz into catching dinner with us so we can catch up.
CARLI DAVIS: Sounds good to me!
Jess helps Carli slide off the table and they make their way out of the exam room.
HEADLINE: US CHAMPIONSHIP
Blyss Lockhart vs Brendan Samuels
Blyss Lockhart vs Brendan Samuels
| RECAP Blyss Lockhart is beyond confident as she sizes up Brendan Samuels, Dante Locke at ringside is hyping her up and trying to get the crowd behind the explosive former blonde. Brendan for his part gives Dante a look but keeps a weather eye on Blyss, and tells her that with the US Championship on the line that she may be just as good as she says she is but he? Is the Wrestling. The fans agree, which seems to annoy Blyss who shushes them but it’s a ruse! She wheels around on Brendan and draws him in for some truly vicious Muay thai strikes! The loud smack smack smack makes even the referee wince but Samuels absorbs this punishment and fights back with several forearm smashes that lead to a big Fisherman’s suplex! This lets him create a bit of distance and the wheels are turning as Blyss surges smoothly to her feet. This is a real problem for Brendan in the opening quarter of the match - Blyss is able to handle just about anything he throws at her, counter and come ahead, but it’s clear after a little bit that she’s gone from confident to over as she looks for her Hand of Fate after a simple sweep, swarming over Bren but he’s able to counter out and rolls near the ropes to pop up quickly. Blyss is pissed about this, but maintains her control as she stalks him, trying to pick at him by targeting his arms where she can, showing she’s scouted some of his most effective moves and trying to take away his advantage with them for later in the match! This veteran behavior is easily picked up by Samuels who gives her a bit of a nod of respect before closing with her again, but as he does manage to catch her with a bridging Northern Lights suplex, as she fights to get free the bridge suddenly crumbles, Bren’s bracing leg having shot out and he collapses! He rolls over fast and immediately it’s clear what’s happened, Dante has picked the ankle and aided Blyss, but the referee was out of position and didn’t see it! This now happens at an alarming rate - no matter when Brendan may pull ahead, may outsmart Blyss, he’s unable to seal the deal! Pins are interfered with, her leg is put on the bottom rope, and this isn’t to say that Blyss herself is incapable as she is also stymying him as he tries to put her away, countering out of his Immram Buster by flipping out before he can engage her into the slingshot brainbuster! A pendulum backbreaker though takes some of that fire out of Blyss, leaving her open for a fast crooked arm lariat, but she flips with the motion and uses that momentum to dropkick Bren. He stumbles forward then but catches himself quick, wheeling around and kicking Blyss in the gut before grabbing her wrists looking for a hard Irish whip but NO! She grits her teeth and hangs on, whipping around with him and digging her nails into his skin to make him release at the apex, sending him hurtling backwards towards the ropes! Dante is smirking as Blyss manages to reverse this attempt and Irish whips Bren at the far ropes, popping up on the apron just as Brendan’s back hits the ropes so that it also hits Dante’s raised knee! Bren shouts in pain and stumbles forward right into a Blyss bicycle knee strike that sends him reeling into the corner as Dante drops off the apron and the ref never sees it! The fans are booing this heavily, and even more so as Blyss gets Brendan shoved into the near corner and as the referee comes to tell her to get away from the ropes Dante is back up on the apron and is choking Samuels from behind and grinding his knee into that already abused back! Blyss distracts the referee of course and Dante is smart enough to release the choke and drop down again, sneering at the fans to the side booing him and the referee too! There is an absolute roar from the crowd as from out of nowhere Dante is swept around into a huge running DDT onto the concrete! Blyss sees Dante go down and yells as the fans explode again as his attacker leaps up to their feet, revealing themselves to be none other than Skylar Rayner! She jaws at Dante and the commentary team is speculating on what just happened! Blyss is furious, in a sheer rage, but she’s no fool - she doesn’t take her attention off of Brendan but in this case it doesn’t save her. All the frustration over the antics of Blyss and Dante at his expense have come to a boil and he hits her with some spicy forearm shots that rock her world, and then even as she kicks and fights back he wrangles her into position for the Mac Lir! It’s a textbook perfect Millennium Suplex that ends this match, Blyss is unable to kick out before three and Brendan gets a look of sheer bliss as it were as he hears that bell ring! WINNER Brendan Samuels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 19:12 FINISHING MOVE Mac Lir |
BACKSTAGE
The champ is pacing back and forth again in his locker room. This time, Derrick isn’t as frustrated as a few weeks ago when he was in a heated Twitter battle with Freedom’s Roster minutes before his match. This time, with his title around his waist, he’s pacing because he’s zeroed in. As the camera pans in closer he begins to speak, still pacing.
Derrick La’Bell: You know, I can't think of a single coach that doesn't have some pep talk about adversity that they tell their students.
He doesn’t lose a beat, he just keeps pacing around his room.
Derrick La’Bell: Adversity is something that is inevitable in all things. It ain’t just something for champions to hype up their careers because everyone faces these moments in their lives. Sometimes it’s a rival who is simply better than you, or sometimes it’s the pressure to carry on. The misconception though is that the hardest part of adversity is finding the resolve to overcome… but it isn’t…
He pauses for a moment but doesn’t break his pace.
Derrick La’Bell: It’s the doubt…
There's a hint of his own doubt in his voice.
Derrick La'Bell: It’s the pain of not knowing if you can beat it. It’s the insecurities piling up afterward until you feel like you can’t carry anymore and everything within you isn’t good enough. That’s the hard part of adversity. Everyone ends up finding their way through their problems, but it’s that feeling of doubt, even after you’ve moved on, that is the hardest part of adversity. You just try to survive, but those never-ending “What Ifs” and “Buts” just eat away at your success until there is nothing left. That’s the hardest part of adversity.
He stops as he takes his championship off his waist and stares at it.
Derrick La’Bell: I won’t lie to yall… I’ve been feeling that doubt. The pressure of being the face of the company that I love so much, especially when heads of the company choose to put their faith in other people and try to sabotage each other non-stop… It’s been a lot.
He tosses his Liberty Championship over his shoulder and sighs deeply. He turns to face the camera and tries to put on a brave face.
Derrick La’Bell: But here’s the thing. I don’t need Nathan or Lilly Callaghan to put stock in my talent. I didn’t win this title because I was the face of this company or because I had backing. I won this title because I was the best wrestler in Liberty and it didn’t matter what brand I was on.
He tries to smile, but it’s not strong.
Derrick La’Bell: But then I got beat, and then I got beat a second time and my confidence started wane again. Not because I wasn’t the golden boy I thought I would be when I won this title, but because my best was no longer good enough. See, you can find the resolve to get over any issue, but the doubt keeps sneaking in and begins to bury you again and again.
The vulnerability in his voice causes his voice to crack, so he takes a moment to pause and catch his breath.
Derrick La’Bell: That’s why more than just my title is on the line tonight. My whole legacy in this company is on the line tonight. TJ beat me with an asterisk, but Melissa beat me clean. She was the better wrestler a few weeks ago, but if she beats me here tonight, she’s going to prove what every doubter that has ever said anything about me… in wrestling… in MMA… in everything… right. People like OTK and Tamsin who doubted whether or not I had it in me to dig deep enough to get to where I am. People like Kendrick Kross and Tyson Gregory who thought I wasn’t talented enough to hold this high of a spot on the roster. People like Kenard Rozier and anyone else who has taken titles from me, who besmirch my hardwork, because they were better for one night…
He grabs his title and thinks about throwing it into the corner, almost as if to say he doesn’t deserve the title. Derrick doesn’t do this though, as he throws it back over his shoulder.
Derrick La’Bell: I have to silence both thosee doubters and my own doubts tonight. I need to walk away #AndStill tonight, because I have to prove to everyone that this isn’t just another one-second title reign. I have to prove that I deserve this title, and my place in this company, because if I don’t… what’s the point? I have people on other brands calling me a deity and an icon, but if I can’t compete with the best, then why am I even holding this belt?
Derrick zeroes back in now. As if he has found his "resolve" over this self-doubt he's faced over the past couple of months.
Derrick La'Bell: I have to beat you, Melissa. You proved to be the better wrestler at Liberation 64, I will never deny that. You have forced me go back and discover new depths in myself, because as Liberty Champion, I have to prove that you will never beat me again. I HAVE to prove that I'm the best wrestler in Liberty, or I lose everything that I've spent the last 3 years working towards.
Derrick takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
Derrick La'Bell: I respect that hell out of you. I really do, and I can't sing your praises enough, but I have too much on the line to allow you to walk away with a championship you neither need nor want. I'm not about to let you take my title from me. I'm not about to lay down and die, just so you can keep playing your apathetic game of "Will She/Won't She" with Nathan Callaghan.
One last pause, as he gathers his final thoughts. His eyes start to show a burning desire to overcome all doubt that has built up in him. All he wants to be is a deserving champion, and thi si his moment to prove it.
Derrick La'Bell: This is the biggest match of my life. This is a career defining moment for me, and when I beat you, I will have fought through every doubt, every ounce of pain, every insecurity that is in my body, and I will prove that I have more than enough resolve to beat you and erase any “What If” or “But” anyone has ever had about me. I will prove that I am Liberty Pro, and I will continue to hold this belt high when it's all said and done.
He finally gives the camera one big genuine smile.
Derrick La’Bell: Good luck tonight, Reaver… and I hope the best in your own journey, but this match is about me, and this title isn’t going anywhere.
Derrick raises his title high in the air, as the scene fades away.
The champ is pacing back and forth again in his locker room. This time, Derrick isn’t as frustrated as a few weeks ago when he was in a heated Twitter battle with Freedom’s Roster minutes before his match. This time, with his title around his waist, he’s pacing because he’s zeroed in. As the camera pans in closer he begins to speak, still pacing.
Derrick La’Bell: You know, I can't think of a single coach that doesn't have some pep talk about adversity that they tell their students.
He doesn’t lose a beat, he just keeps pacing around his room.
Derrick La’Bell: Adversity is something that is inevitable in all things. It ain’t just something for champions to hype up their careers because everyone faces these moments in their lives. Sometimes it’s a rival who is simply better than you, or sometimes it’s the pressure to carry on. The misconception though is that the hardest part of adversity is finding the resolve to overcome… but it isn’t…
He pauses for a moment but doesn’t break his pace.
Derrick La’Bell: It’s the doubt…
There's a hint of his own doubt in his voice.
Derrick La'Bell: It’s the pain of not knowing if you can beat it. It’s the insecurities piling up afterward until you feel like you can’t carry anymore and everything within you isn’t good enough. That’s the hard part of adversity. Everyone ends up finding their way through their problems, but it’s that feeling of doubt, even after you’ve moved on, that is the hardest part of adversity. You just try to survive, but those never-ending “What Ifs” and “Buts” just eat away at your success until there is nothing left. That’s the hardest part of adversity.
He stops as he takes his championship off his waist and stares at it.
Derrick La’Bell: I won’t lie to yall… I’ve been feeling that doubt. The pressure of being the face of the company that I love so much, especially when heads of the company choose to put their faith in other people and try to sabotage each other non-stop… It’s been a lot.
He tosses his Liberty Championship over his shoulder and sighs deeply. He turns to face the camera and tries to put on a brave face.
Derrick La’Bell: But here’s the thing. I don’t need Nathan or Lilly Callaghan to put stock in my talent. I didn’t win this title because I was the face of this company or because I had backing. I won this title because I was the best wrestler in Liberty and it didn’t matter what brand I was on.
He tries to smile, but it’s not strong.
Derrick La’Bell: But then I got beat, and then I got beat a second time and my confidence started wane again. Not because I wasn’t the golden boy I thought I would be when I won this title, but because my best was no longer good enough. See, you can find the resolve to get over any issue, but the doubt keeps sneaking in and begins to bury you again and again.
The vulnerability in his voice causes his voice to crack, so he takes a moment to pause and catch his breath.
Derrick La’Bell: That’s why more than just my title is on the line tonight. My whole legacy in this company is on the line tonight. TJ beat me with an asterisk, but Melissa beat me clean. She was the better wrestler a few weeks ago, but if she beats me here tonight, she’s going to prove what every doubter that has ever said anything about me… in wrestling… in MMA… in everything… right. People like OTK and Tamsin who doubted whether or not I had it in me to dig deep enough to get to where I am. People like Kendrick Kross and Tyson Gregory who thought I wasn’t talented enough to hold this high of a spot on the roster. People like Kenard Rozier and anyone else who has taken titles from me, who besmirch my hardwork, because they were better for one night…
He grabs his title and thinks about throwing it into the corner, almost as if to say he doesn’t deserve the title. Derrick doesn’t do this though, as he throws it back over his shoulder.
Derrick La’Bell: I have to silence both thosee doubters and my own doubts tonight. I need to walk away #AndStill tonight, because I have to prove to everyone that this isn’t just another one-second title reign. I have to prove that I deserve this title, and my place in this company, because if I don’t… what’s the point? I have people on other brands calling me a deity and an icon, but if I can’t compete with the best, then why am I even holding this belt?
Derrick zeroes back in now. As if he has found his "resolve" over this self-doubt he's faced over the past couple of months.
Derrick La'Bell: I have to beat you, Melissa. You proved to be the better wrestler at Liberation 64, I will never deny that. You have forced me go back and discover new depths in myself, because as Liberty Champion, I have to prove that you will never beat me again. I HAVE to prove that I'm the best wrestler in Liberty, or I lose everything that I've spent the last 3 years working towards.
Derrick takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
Derrick La'Bell: I respect that hell out of you. I really do, and I can't sing your praises enough, but I have too much on the line to allow you to walk away with a championship you neither need nor want. I'm not about to let you take my title from me. I'm not about to lay down and die, just so you can keep playing your apathetic game of "Will She/Won't She" with Nathan Callaghan.
One last pause, as he gathers his final thoughts. His eyes start to show a burning desire to overcome all doubt that has built up in him. All he wants to be is a deserving champion, and thi si his moment to prove it.
Derrick La'Bell: This is the biggest match of my life. This is a career defining moment for me, and when I beat you, I will have fought through every doubt, every ounce of pain, every insecurity that is in my body, and I will prove that I have more than enough resolve to beat you and erase any “What If” or “But” anyone has ever had about me. I will prove that I am Liberty Pro, and I will continue to hold this belt high when it's all said and done.
He finally gives the camera one big genuine smile.
Derrick La’Bell: Good luck tonight, Reaver… and I hope the best in your own journey, but this match is about me, and this title isn’t going anywhere.
Derrick raises his title high in the air, as the scene fades away.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Derrick La’Bell vs Melissa Reeves
Derrick La’Bell vs Melissa Reeves
| RECAP The match opened up with excitement, Derrick La'Bell having stood a foot away from Melissa as he raised his Liberty Championship in the air. The former Liberty Champion shook her head as she looked none too impressed by the big man’s antics. As Derrick moved to close in as the bell rang, he was immediately hit with a hard forearm strike that rocked his world, followed up by a second one that took him straight off his feet. Despite the size difference, Melissa had Derrick reeling as the veteran meant to show him a world of pain from the start, clearly, and yet she backed up, wordlessly waiting for him to get to his feet, and when he did? The real show began. Hard blows were exchanged between the two, with Derrick mostly on the receiving end due to the quickness and speed that Reeves was coming at him with. La’Bell tried to dodge some of those hard hitting kicks, elbows, and knees that Mel was more than happy to unleash on him. Finally, Reeves was Irish whipping the Liberty Champion into the ropes, prepping for a meathook clothesline only to have him duck under it, hitting the ropes and when Melissa turned around, she was absolutely leveled by a spear from La’Bell! 1… 2… NO! A KICK OUT! Derrick went to pick Melissa up but she was able to shove the big man off. Melissa’s eyes were practically on fire as she went on the offensive, delivering hard strikes to the body of Derrick only to go for another irish whip, this time sending him directly into a corner but not before following him, hitting him a running corner drop kick that shook the whole damn ring and planted Derrick halfway through the middle ropes! A hard chop to the chest resuscitated him easily enough before another, and another, were dished out, causing Derrick to push back against her out of self preservation, knocking her back with stiff strikes of his own before hopping up to the second turnbuckle and colliding into her with a diving shoulder block that left both of them rolling across the apron with Mel trying to pull him into a triangle hold and Derrick breaking the attempt as it locked on by grabbing the ropes, forcing Mel to break the lock and give him a reprieve by the ref’s count. As the two got to their feet, Derrick was reopening up the fight by hitting the woman with a front dropkick, knocking her backwards as he landed on his feet, running towards the ropes, he bounced off of them and went for a clothesline, but Reeves ducked it, so Derrick was hitting the opposite ropes and came back with a flying forearm! Reeves tried to get up but La’Bell took her out again! She got up again but once again La’Bell took the former Liberty Champ out, this time sending her right over the top ropes and down to the floor on the outside. Derrick was ready to put it all on the line here and show off his athleticism. He hit the ropes and came back to where Melissa was on the outside and FLIPPED OVER THEM! He went to land on Melissa but NO!!! MELISSA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! Derrick collided hard with the ground, gasping for air as he sat up from the sheer impact only to find that Melissa was snatching him up to his feet, and with sheer brute force? Was hitting him with the Reaver Slam, re introducing him to the hard ground outside of the ring as the crowd roared with approval, Melissa moving to roll Derrick back into the ring, hopping up on the apron and climbing through the ropes. Melissa pulled Derick to his feet and the champ tried to fight back, delivering a few hard blows to her midsection only to have Melissa use the hold she had on his head to bring him down, and she looked to go for her Facial Deconstructor off the top rope but NO! Derrick held onto her and then BANG! A powerbomb off the top turnbuckle! Derrick was exhausted and he couldn’t pull off the pin for a few moments but he soon crawled over to Reeves and he hooked the leg and pinned her! 1… 2… Thr-NO! Melissa kicked out of the super powerbomb! Derrick’s eyes were widened as he looked around in shock. He didn’t waste time as he picked Melissa up and he whipped her towards the ropes. She came back and Derrick popped her up and went for his Prodigy In Motion pop up powerbomb but NOOOOO! Melissa Reeves countered it into the Facial Deconstructor (Codebreaker) FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!! The fans were going absolutely nuts as the two competitors laid there, breathing heavily. After a couple of seconds, Melissa placed an arm over Derrick’s chest and Melissa is about to get the three count but NO! Derrick’s foot is on the ropes and the referee noticed right before the three count. The crowd can’t believe this one isn’t over yet! Melissa was soon the first one to get up to her feet and she waited for Derrick to get up. She stalked over him, and he soon began to stir. As he started to move up, Melissa charged, going for Facial Deconstructor again but Derrick COUNTERED IT! PRODIGY IN MOTION! He fell over onto Melissa and pinned her! The referee made the count. 1! 2! 3!!! DING DING DING!!! That’s it! Derrick La’Bell is still your Liberty Champion! Confetti falls from the ceiling as he makes his way to his feet and holds his gold in the air with a smile on his face. WINNER Derrick La’Bell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 19:22 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion |