Post by Jade Night on Feb 17, 2022 15:12:18 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
No Man’s Land III Night Two
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Tuesday, February 15th, 2022
No Man’s Land III Night Two
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Tuesday, February 15th, 2022
OPENING SEGMENT
Nina: “Show me something I haven’t seen before, you said?”
Already donning her serpent-skin gear, the Viper seems ready to kick off night two of Liberty’s PPV, No Man’s Land III. The Chicago Born has a smile on her face, not a cocky one, not even a disrespectful smirk. Simply put, she’s amused.
Nina: “Sorry if I didn’t reply by the way. I wasn’t ignoring you, I’ve just been dealing with some shit. Break ups and stuff, they ain’t easy.”
She shrugs her shoulders, clearly looking to move on as quickly as possible from that very personal topic of conversation.
Nina: “I gotta say tho, I hope you tweeted that before doing some research on me. When you just read the name on the card and looked back at my debut match. I couldn’t show much in less than two minutes so maybe you couldn’t see it.
Standing up, she starts pacing back and forth in front of the camera.
Nina: “But it’s 2022 girl, everything is just a click away. Take any match I had in MWE for example… Most likely it’ll be one I lost cause I admit my w/l records is pretty shit there… But even then, even in defeat, you’ll see that I ain’t like the rest of them.
Turning her back to the camera, she picks up a leather jacket with the Chicago Fight Lab logo on it and wears it over her shoulders.
Nina: “It ain’t even a flex, it’s just what it is. My style is not what they teach you in schools, it’s not your regular MMA influenced style either, nor some street shit so many people claim as their influence. It’d be worth looking into that and see why they lying but this ain’t the place or the time for that.
Nah, what I bring to the ring, what Yulia taught me, it’s not something you see often in a wrestling ring. Who knows, might be that something new you’re looking for, might be something you’ve seen a couple of times. Either way, I truly hope you’ve watched the tapes and are ready for me. Because you can bet I did.”
Flashing a smile at the camera, the Chicago Native takes a step toward the door.
Nina: “At the very least I can tell this ain’t gonna be a two minute deal. We’re opening the show, some might say the first match on the card is the one that’s gonna set the pace for the rest of them to follow. Usually it’s just something people tell themselves to sleep well at night but tonight.. Tonight we make those words sound true. Let’s make it hard for them to follow.”
With a wink and a new found confidence, the Viper leaves her locker room, ready to step into the ring.
Nina: “Show me something I haven’t seen before, you said?”
Already donning her serpent-skin gear, the Viper seems ready to kick off night two of Liberty’s PPV, No Man’s Land III. The Chicago Born has a smile on her face, not a cocky one, not even a disrespectful smirk. Simply put, she’s amused.
Nina: “Sorry if I didn’t reply by the way. I wasn’t ignoring you, I’ve just been dealing with some shit. Break ups and stuff, they ain’t easy.”
She shrugs her shoulders, clearly looking to move on as quickly as possible from that very personal topic of conversation.
Nina: “I gotta say tho, I hope you tweeted that before doing some research on me. When you just read the name on the card and looked back at my debut match. I couldn’t show much in less than two minutes so maybe you couldn’t see it.
Standing up, she starts pacing back and forth in front of the camera.
Nina: “But it’s 2022 girl, everything is just a click away. Take any match I had in MWE for example… Most likely it’ll be one I lost cause I admit my w/l records is pretty shit there… But even then, even in defeat, you’ll see that I ain’t like the rest of them.
Turning her back to the camera, she picks up a leather jacket with the Chicago Fight Lab logo on it and wears it over her shoulders.
Nina: “It ain’t even a flex, it’s just what it is. My style is not what they teach you in schools, it’s not your regular MMA influenced style either, nor some street shit so many people claim as their influence. It’d be worth looking into that and see why they lying but this ain’t the place or the time for that.
Nah, what I bring to the ring, what Yulia taught me, it’s not something you see often in a wrestling ring. Who knows, might be that something new you’re looking for, might be something you’ve seen a couple of times. Either way, I truly hope you’ve watched the tapes and are ready for me. Because you can bet I did.”
Flashing a smile at the camera, the Chicago Native takes a step toward the door.
Nina: “At the very least I can tell this ain’t gonna be a two minute deal. We’re opening the show, some might say the first match on the card is the one that’s gonna set the pace for the rest of them to follow. Usually it’s just something people tell themselves to sleep well at night but tonight.. Tonight we make those words sound true. Let’s make it hard for them to follow.”
With a wink and a new found confidence, the Viper leaves her locker room, ready to step into the ring.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Caroline Dallins vs Nina
Caroline Dallins vs Nina
| RECAP Nina extended her hand to shake Caroline's at the start of the match, for a moment it looked as though she might be trying to pull her in, but instead she completed a clean shake, though Caroline carefully kept her eyes on Nina the entire time. Nina then stepped around the veteran and hooked her for a belly to back suplex, sending Caroline across the ring. Dallins didn't stay down though and the pair locked up, Nina all but matched her in height but not in weight, Caroline uses this advantage to throw her body into Nina and pushed her back into the corner. Caroline dropped her shoulder and rams it into Nina's ribs several times until Dallins finally pulls a grunt of pain from Nina. As Dallins stepped back, Nina rammed her knee up under Caroline's jaw, staggering her back a few steps. Grabbing the top ropes, Nina used the leverage to pull up and smack Caroline in the side of the head with a solid kick. Coming out of the corner with a spear that Caroline dodged at the last second, seeing Nina run into the post instead but Nina caught herself. Caroline then tried to go for a jawbreaker but Nina countered into a back bodydrop. Nina then hit a knee drop right onto Caroline's face before she then mounted Dallins and landed several closed fist punches to her head. Caroline gets her arms up to tried to defend as the official cautioned Nina and she eventually backed off, going to the corner to wait out her time. Caroline got back up and Nina charged her but Dallins instantly locked Nina back up, once again getting the advantage with her technical abilities, Dallins then swept Nina's leg and took her to the mat where she applied pressure to Nina's ribs before pulling her into an octopus stretch. Nina groaned with effort as she fought through it, for a moment it looked like she may tap but she managed to force a break in the hold. This only seemed to spur Nina on as she stood up and she hit the ropes. Nina came off the ropes and Dallins tried to catch her but Nina dodged it and grabbed Caroline and nailed her with a bulldog, ramming Caroline face first into the canvas. Nina quickly stood up to stomp on the back of Dallins shoulders, several hard stamps land before she's forced back by the official, Caroline uses this time to get up on her hands and knees. She moved towards the ropes and then grabbed the ropes and pulled herself up. Nina jumped to hang her on the ropes but Caroline moved and with a duck and then push off of Dallins shoulders, she sends Nina flying to the outside, following her with a plancha that sent them both crashing down. They both got to their feet and began exchanging lefts and rights, Caroline go a hard one in thatr rocks Nina but she came back with an elbow strike under her jaw that sent her a few steps back. Nina then grabbed Caroline's wrist and swung her into the steel steps, finally rolling back into the ring, she waited on Caroline and as she tried to use the apron to stand, Nina baseball slid both feet square into her face, coming back out the ring she swung Caroline into the barrier now before rolling her back in the ring. Caroline tried to come back but Nina has had enough and she went for Snakebite (Axe Kick) but NO! Caroline dodged it! Dallins then kicked Nina in the gut and nailed her with Code Of The Streets - (Vertical Suplex Powerbomb)! Caroline dropped down and pinned and got the three count! What a huge victory for Freedom over a Liberty competitor. This is exactly what Dallins wanted and it is just the beginning. WINNER Caroline Dallins METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:54 FINISHING MOVE Code of the Streets |
BACKSTAGE
Trinity Thompson:
You know what Millie? I think we should lose tonight.
As absurd as that statement sounds, Thompson sounded dead serious when she said those words. Busy lacing up her boots, Trinity doesn’t raise her eyes. If she did, she would have seen her partner’s perplexed look. Millie checks around her for any possibly hidden cameras because that didn't sound right.
Millie Smith:
Why do you think that?
Trinity Thompson:
It worked well for the Wolves last week. They got their asses kicked by us and BOOM! Title shot for them.
The young girl shrugs her shoulders.
Trinity Thompson:
Of course we all saw how that went for them, they lost again. Is anybody really surprised about that? They shouldn’t have been in that match in the first place, but for some odd reason the people in charge thought they were a better fit than us in that match, even though they lost to a couple of rookies only a week before. And we have to fight The Pride.
Clearly disappointed, the MWE Academy graduate lets out a long sigh. Millie puts a hand on her bud's shoulder, which just so happened to show off Millie's stitch nails she'd had done very recently, but she was trying to comfort her friend. Although, Millie did try and shake her partner a little.
Millie Smith:
It's a bit of a kick, but we're Trinity and Millie. We have zero control over the matches and how they come but we showed how we change the results when chemical Tril is involved.
Millie then goes a bit red, partly due to wondering if Trin was weirded out by that, and then the rush of the thought of facing the pride hits her.
Millie Smith:
We should be worried about them though. I couldn't beat my cousin Billy, how. How are we going to win against them?
Trinity Thompson:
Well, for once, they’re not as good as your cousin… Maybe they are more jerks than him, I can’t really tell, I’ve never interacted with them…
She smiles at her tag partner, trying to ease the tension on her face.
Trinity Thompson:
To be honest, they haven’t said a word about the match, like at all. Maybe they’re underestimating us, which is something we can definitely use to our advantage. But most importantly, big guys are slow. That’s how we’re gonna beat them, using your Millie’s super speed and my kicks!
Millie Smith:
Quicksilver Millie.
Millie says nervously extending out her pinkie to her partner, trusting in her strategy to handle these guys.
Millie Smith:
You kick real hard. Tiana hard, Trin.
Millie says rubbing her arm from a general habit when thinking about Trins kicks.
Trinity Thompson:
Haha, well we trained together a lot so I guess I learned something from her.
She smiles, resting her hand on her tag partner’s shoulder.
Trinity Thompson:
Speaking of Ti, she’s here tonight. I managed to get her a ticket so she’ll be watching us. Oh, and she said something about targeting the legs, apparently when you are close to seven feet, ugly and smelly like our opponents, knees are your weak spot.
Millie had silently gasped by that revelation
Millie Smith:
I hope she won't be judging us
Millie says grabbing her drawstrings but Trin stops her pulling on them and hiding herself.
Trinity Thompson:
Oh no, she definitely will…
Millie once again tries to hide herself but she’s stopped by Trin, who’s now smiling reassuringly at her.
Trinity Thompson:
She will judge us and tell us that we’re awesome, that The Pride should change their name to The Shame and go back into hiding after we kicked their butts all over the ring.
Millie can't help but smirk at Trins snappy word play and let's go of the drawstrings.
Millie Smith:
They're going to need bigger hoodies.
Trin chuckles and nods her head, agreeing with her partner.
Trinity Thompson:
That’s what I’m saying! Now, let’s go out there and do what Trillie does best. Kick butts and look incredibly cool while doing it!
She raises her hand and Millie quickly gives her the high five, the first step in an overly complicated secret handshake they both execute to perfection. After that, the two young girls leave their locker room, ready for their match.
Trinity Thompson:
You know what Millie? I think we should lose tonight.
As absurd as that statement sounds, Thompson sounded dead serious when she said those words. Busy lacing up her boots, Trinity doesn’t raise her eyes. If she did, she would have seen her partner’s perplexed look. Millie checks around her for any possibly hidden cameras because that didn't sound right.
Millie Smith:
Why do you think that?
Trinity Thompson:
It worked well for the Wolves last week. They got their asses kicked by us and BOOM! Title shot for them.
The young girl shrugs her shoulders.
Trinity Thompson:
Of course we all saw how that went for them, they lost again. Is anybody really surprised about that? They shouldn’t have been in that match in the first place, but for some odd reason the people in charge thought they were a better fit than us in that match, even though they lost to a couple of rookies only a week before. And we have to fight The Pride.
Clearly disappointed, the MWE Academy graduate lets out a long sigh. Millie puts a hand on her bud's shoulder, which just so happened to show off Millie's stitch nails she'd had done very recently, but she was trying to comfort her friend. Although, Millie did try and shake her partner a little.
Millie Smith:
It's a bit of a kick, but we're Trinity and Millie. We have zero control over the matches and how they come but we showed how we change the results when chemical Tril is involved.
Millie then goes a bit red, partly due to wondering if Trin was weirded out by that, and then the rush of the thought of facing the pride hits her.
Millie Smith:
We should be worried about them though. I couldn't beat my cousin Billy, how. How are we going to win against them?
Trinity Thompson:
Well, for once, they’re not as good as your cousin… Maybe they are more jerks than him, I can’t really tell, I’ve never interacted with them…
She smiles at her tag partner, trying to ease the tension on her face.
Trinity Thompson:
To be honest, they haven’t said a word about the match, like at all. Maybe they’re underestimating us, which is something we can definitely use to our advantage. But most importantly, big guys are slow. That’s how we’re gonna beat them, using your Millie’s super speed and my kicks!
Millie Smith:
Quicksilver Millie.
Millie says nervously extending out her pinkie to her partner, trusting in her strategy to handle these guys.
Millie Smith:
You kick real hard. Tiana hard, Trin.
Millie says rubbing her arm from a general habit when thinking about Trins kicks.
Trinity Thompson:
Haha, well we trained together a lot so I guess I learned something from her.
She smiles, resting her hand on her tag partner’s shoulder.
Trinity Thompson:
Speaking of Ti, she’s here tonight. I managed to get her a ticket so she’ll be watching us. Oh, and she said something about targeting the legs, apparently when you are close to seven feet, ugly and smelly like our opponents, knees are your weak spot.
Millie had silently gasped by that revelation
Millie Smith:
I hope she won't be judging us
Millie says grabbing her drawstrings but Trin stops her pulling on them and hiding herself.
Trinity Thompson:
Oh no, she definitely will…
Millie once again tries to hide herself but she’s stopped by Trin, who’s now smiling reassuringly at her.
Trinity Thompson:
She will judge us and tell us that we’re awesome, that The Pride should change their name to The Shame and go back into hiding after we kicked their butts all over the ring.
Millie can't help but smirk at Trins snappy word play and let's go of the drawstrings.
Millie Smith:
They're going to need bigger hoodies.
Trin chuckles and nods her head, agreeing with her partner.
Trinity Thompson:
That’s what I’m saying! Now, let’s go out there and do what Trillie does best. Kick butts and look incredibly cool while doing it!
She raises her hand and Millie quickly gives her the high five, the first step in an overly complicated secret handshake they both execute to perfection. After that, the two young girls leave their locker room, ready for their match.
BACKSTAGE
The show cuts to a close-up shot of an impressive back, and shoulders flexing. The shot pulls away to reveal it’s the physique of SABER’s own Madeline Mason, doing pushups in her full wrestling gear. Nearby, as is typically the case, sits Chloe Collins, scrolling through her tablet.
Chloe Collins: “You’re prepared, I hope?”
Madeline gives a soft grunt, but most of her attention seems to be on the silent count in her head, calculating the rest of her warm-up. Chloe picks up on her confirmation, and smiles to herself.
Chloe Collins: “Excellent. Xavier Laroux is a former world champion. You’ve certainly got your work cut out for you tonight.”
Madeline stops, bringing herself to a seated position on the floor.
Madeline Mason: “I can handle it.”
Chloe Collins: “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Madeline opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it.
Chloe Collins: “In the meantime, I’m bringing in some backup-”
Madeline Mason: “I don’t need the help.”
Chloe Collins: “I didn’t say you did.”
Jackal sucks in her cheeks but again bites her tongue and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Madeline Mason: “Reaper?”
Chloe Collins: “His work in Valiant drew a lot of attention. We’re in high demand lately. People need protection, and they know there’s nobody better equipped to handle it.”
Madeline Mason: “And he wanted the job?”
Chloe Collins: “I can’t say I blame him. It’s much easier than his past assignments.”
Madeline Mason: “Fewer explosions.”
Chloe Collins: “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
The women exchange amused looks, and Madeline almost allows herself to laugh, but straightens her demeanor quickly.
Chloe Collins: “We’ll be nudging him towards Freedom. Don’t think of it as a failure on your part. I’m not doing this because I think you can’t handle it, I’m doing it because I don’t want you stretched too thin. That, and… there’s been an unusual development.”
Madeline Mason: “Unusual how?”
Chloe Collins: “It seems we’re drawing attention. There are powerful people at play here.”
Madeline Mason: “So our hunch was correct? This is going beyond the Callaghans?”
Chloe Collins: “Perhaps. I’m putting Reaper on a new assignment. You trust that I know what I’m doing?”
Madeline Mason: “You haven’t steered us wrong before.”
Chloe smiles.
Chloe Collins: “Excellent. Then tonight, focus on Mr. Laroux. I’ll handle business elsewhere.”
The show cuts to a close-up shot of an impressive back, and shoulders flexing. The shot pulls away to reveal it’s the physique of SABER’s own Madeline Mason, doing pushups in her full wrestling gear. Nearby, as is typically the case, sits Chloe Collins, scrolling through her tablet.
Chloe Collins: “You’re prepared, I hope?”
Madeline gives a soft grunt, but most of her attention seems to be on the silent count in her head, calculating the rest of her warm-up. Chloe picks up on her confirmation, and smiles to herself.
Chloe Collins: “Excellent. Xavier Laroux is a former world champion. You’ve certainly got your work cut out for you tonight.”
Madeline stops, bringing herself to a seated position on the floor.
Madeline Mason: “I can handle it.”
Chloe Collins: “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Madeline opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it.
Chloe Collins: “In the meantime, I’m bringing in some backup-”
Madeline Mason: “I don’t need the help.”
Chloe Collins: “I didn’t say you did.”
Jackal sucks in her cheeks but again bites her tongue and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Madeline Mason: “Reaper?”
Chloe Collins: “His work in Valiant drew a lot of attention. We’re in high demand lately. People need protection, and they know there’s nobody better equipped to handle it.”
Madeline Mason: “And he wanted the job?”
Chloe Collins: “I can’t say I blame him. It’s much easier than his past assignments.”
Madeline Mason: “Fewer explosions.”
Chloe Collins: “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
The women exchange amused looks, and Madeline almost allows herself to laugh, but straightens her demeanor quickly.
Chloe Collins: “We’ll be nudging him towards Freedom. Don’t think of it as a failure on your part. I’m not doing this because I think you can’t handle it, I’m doing it because I don’t want you stretched too thin. That, and… there’s been an unusual development.”
Madeline Mason: “Unusual how?”
Chloe Collins: “It seems we’re drawing attention. There are powerful people at play here.”
Madeline Mason: “So our hunch was correct? This is going beyond the Callaghans?”
Chloe Collins: “Perhaps. I’m putting Reaper on a new assignment. You trust that I know what I’m doing?”
Madeline Mason: “You haven’t steered us wrong before.”
Chloe smiles.
Chloe Collins: “Excellent. Then tonight, focus on Mr. Laroux. I’ll handle business elsewhere.”
MATCH TWO: TAG
The Pride vs Team Trillie
The Pride vs Team Trillie
| RECAP As soon as the bell sounds, The Pride’s Chase Hunter squares off against Team Trillie’s Millie Smith in the center of the ring. Hunter is visibly bulkier, his muscles rippling compared to the toned woman nearly two-hundred pounds lighter than him across from him. The fan-favorite Smith cousin makes the first move by kicking Chase in the gut, grabbing him in a headlock, and whipping him towards the ropes. When he runs back, Millie leapfrogs over him, then monkey flips him onto his back the second go around to the crowd’s delight. In a fluid motion, she runs at the ropes herself and returns with a senton that leads her to hit nothing but mat when Chase dodges out the way. The powerhouse doesn’t waste any time when he takes advantage by deadlifting the blonde with ease into a fireman’s carry, then tosses her into a powerslam position. It connects with authority, smashing Smith’s spine. In full mount now, he hammers her face with a flurry of fists that bloodies her already. The splash of crimson coats Chase’s bruised knuckles to Trinity Thompson’s horror on the apron. Trin rushes in to shining wizard Chase off of her partner, but the referee doesn’t seem pleased with his lack of control in this otherwise typical tag team match. Jacob Daniels adds to the chaos by spearing Trinity next with a loud roar echoing throughout the Barclays Center. Millie slowly recovers with a noticable gash over her right eyebrow, reverse DDTing Jacob before she kneels beside Trinity to ask how she’s feeling. Trinity just tells Millie to focus on Chase right now as he rushes towards her at his top speed! Trin rolls to the apron, standing up to reach for the pin while a worn out Millie uses Chase’s momentum against him with an arm drag at the last second! She collapses to the ground, slowly crawling towards Trinity in her corner while Chase did the same. The audience bursts to life when the hot tag’s successful, pouring on praise as Trinity hits Jacob with running clothesline after running clothesline! Then, a running Spanish fly completes the combo. Tillie rests in her corner, still laying on her back on the outside of the ropes while Thompson kept her attention on her reletively opponent. With Jacob on his knees, Trinity tries to hit her Knee-Jerk (explosive running knee strike) signative maneuver when the member of The Pride reverses with a slick dragon screw leg whip! When Trinity gets right back to her feet, she’s hit with a high-impact spinebuster. Now, Jacob shows off his strength by scoop lifting Trinity to set up Bombs Away (scoop lift spun out into a reverse STO)! When the finisher lands, Jacob tries for the pin only for Trinity to get the frantic rope break at the last millisecond! Now Jacob seems even more mad! He tries for a second Bombs Away, heaving Trinity up into another scoop when she manages to spin out of it and victory roll the burly member of The Pride into a surprise pin! The referee starts the count but Daniels manages to kick out with a gasp from the audience. Now both of them take a while to stand, separating to their respective corners to use the ropes to help pull them back to their feet. Now the purple-haired beauty faces off against the bearded brawler, and in an instant, Jacob runs at her with superman punch intensions! Trinity ducks, dodging the strike and immediately follows up with a Knee-Jerk (explosive running knee strike) signature! Daniels wobbles, keeping himself upright with brute strength and arm movements before he’s hit with a second Knee-Jerk that sends him to his knees! Nap Kick (five shoot kicks to the chest of the kneeling opponent)! When the superkick lands, a bleeding Millie superkicks a run-in Chase Hunter at exactly the same time! With a silent nod, the two agree to perch opposite turnbuckles to land Look Like Two Million (double sparkle splash rounding moonsaults) in stereo! Both of them pin combo the splash, hooking their opponent’s legs, and there’s a count of three! WINNER Team Trillie METHOD Combo Pin MATCH LENGTH 13:12 FINISHING MOVE Look Like Two Million |
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross and his manager, Chrysalis are shown in the back of a town car that is bringing them to the arena from his hotel room in NY. A smirk is on his face with the CWCG Hollywood Forever Championship sitting in between him and Chrys.
KENDRICK KROSS: The win last night was good but tonight will be sweeter. Tonight I have the battle royal here in Liberty. Not just any old battle royal though. One that comes with a special prize. I haven’t been in a battle royal in a couple months. Looking forward to it really. We got a mix of talent in it as well. Everyone wanting a shot at whatever the special prize is going to be.
Kendrick looks over at Chrys who has a big grin on her face.
CHRYSALIS: This match was made for you. We got this boo.
KENDRICK KROSS: Oh I know we do. I can’t lose this match. My first match back? Nope. Not about to. I can’t, and believe me I won’t. I don’t plan on coming back and losing. Hell I’m a 5 time Anarchy Champion here. Going to be 6 time eventually though. But about this match.
Whatever this special prize is it definitely is something I’m looking forward to getting, even if I have to eliminate everyone in this match myself. I mean look at all who is in it. A mix of talent, some not at the level I am. Some that will be lucky to last a few minutes though I’ve got to say. A few of them are tough challenges. Serious threats that I’ll have to watch out for, I know that. I get I’m not exactly going to be able to walk through them easily but I don’t do easy anyways. What’s life without a little competition and difficulty? My whole career has been full of competition and difficulty especially here in Liberty. That hasn’t stopped me from accomplishing things and it won’t stop me tonight. I’m not about to go out there and let the others in this match just run over me. I don’t care what I have to do to win this match.
Kendrick smirks a bit as he glances over at Chrys one more time then down at the CWCG Hollywood Forever Championship.
KENDRICK KROSS: I hope that the special prize is a contendership honestly. Because I wouldn’t mind adding to my belt collection. Whatever it is though I’ll be looking forward to collecting at the end of this match. Every other competitor needs to just step out of the way because I’m locked and loaded. I’m ready to unleash hell on everyone and believe me. I will. Doesn’t matter who it is. At the end of the battle royal it will be me with my hand raised being announced as the winner.
Another big smirk comes across Kendricks face.
CHRYSALIS: This is going to be one great night. We’ll be celebrating at the end. And Kendrick will show why he’s not going to be easily beaten anymore.
KENDRICK KROSS: This night is just going to be the start of my destruction I plan on bringing. Everybody better watch out, because this train is going full steam ahead and is stopping for no one.
The camera goes black as a final smirk is seen from both Chrys and Kendrick.
Kendrick Kross and his manager, Chrysalis are shown in the back of a town car that is bringing them to the arena from his hotel room in NY. A smirk is on his face with the CWCG Hollywood Forever Championship sitting in between him and Chrys.
KENDRICK KROSS: The win last night was good but tonight will be sweeter. Tonight I have the battle royal here in Liberty. Not just any old battle royal though. One that comes with a special prize. I haven’t been in a battle royal in a couple months. Looking forward to it really. We got a mix of talent in it as well. Everyone wanting a shot at whatever the special prize is going to be.
Kendrick looks over at Chrys who has a big grin on her face.
CHRYSALIS: This match was made for you. We got this boo.
KENDRICK KROSS: Oh I know we do. I can’t lose this match. My first match back? Nope. Not about to. I can’t, and believe me I won’t. I don’t plan on coming back and losing. Hell I’m a 5 time Anarchy Champion here. Going to be 6 time eventually though. But about this match.
Whatever this special prize is it definitely is something I’m looking forward to getting, even if I have to eliminate everyone in this match myself. I mean look at all who is in it. A mix of talent, some not at the level I am. Some that will be lucky to last a few minutes though I’ve got to say. A few of them are tough challenges. Serious threats that I’ll have to watch out for, I know that. I get I’m not exactly going to be able to walk through them easily but I don’t do easy anyways. What’s life without a little competition and difficulty? My whole career has been full of competition and difficulty especially here in Liberty. That hasn’t stopped me from accomplishing things and it won’t stop me tonight. I’m not about to go out there and let the others in this match just run over me. I don’t care what I have to do to win this match.
Kendrick smirks a bit as he glances over at Chrys one more time then down at the CWCG Hollywood Forever Championship.
KENDRICK KROSS: I hope that the special prize is a contendership honestly. Because I wouldn’t mind adding to my belt collection. Whatever it is though I’ll be looking forward to collecting at the end of this match. Every other competitor needs to just step out of the way because I’m locked and loaded. I’m ready to unleash hell on everyone and believe me. I will. Doesn’t matter who it is. At the end of the battle royal it will be me with my hand raised being announced as the winner.
Another big smirk comes across Kendricks face.
CHRYSALIS: This is going to be one great night. We’ll be celebrating at the end. And Kendrick will show why he’s not going to be easily beaten anymore.
KENDRICK KROSS: This night is just going to be the start of my destruction I plan on bringing. Everybody better watch out, because this train is going full steam ahead and is stopping for no one.
The camera goes black as a final smirk is seen from both Chrys and Kendrick.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Xavier Laroux vs Jackal
Xavier Laroux vs Jackal
| RECAP The match begins with a test of strength as Jackal holds her hand up high. Xavier laughs and acts like he’s about to go ahead with it, holding his hand towards hers. Instead, X kicks Jackal in the stomach and as she doubles over, Xavier drops her head first with a snap DDT. Planting his knee against Jackal's head, Xavier tries to keep the female hoss on the mat and rolls over for a grounded sleeper hold. The sleeper is locked in pretty tight, but Jackal's strength is displayed as she starts to stand up! Jackal gets on her feet and drives back into the corner, forcing X to release his sleeper. Leaving X stunned in the corner, Jackal tries ending it early with a bicycle knee, but Xavier rolls out of the way, popping behind Jackal for a German suplex! A decent portion of the match sees Xavier Laroux trying to lock down Jackal with a variety of submission attempts, mainly focusing on Jackal's legs. At one point, Xavier finds himself applying a single leg Boston crab to the weakened leg of Jackal that he was working on. Jackal manages to climb over to the ropes and force a break. X backs up for a second, stalking Jackal who is kneeling with the assistance of the ropes, and Xavier flies in with a high knee right to the side of Jackal's head! X hooks the leg, but the count is broken at two as Jackal grabs onto the rope yet again. Xavier's a bit frustrated, slapping the mat, but not wasting any time as he pulls Jackal away from the ropes. Mounting his opponent with a shit eating grin on his face. He reels back his arm to go for a punch and Jackal looks to be in real danger, but she holds on and starts to lift X up! Jackal has Xavier up in a powerbomb position and walks him over to the corner, dropping him against the middle turnbuckle rung! Trying for a quick pin, Jackal only gets a two count for her effort. X staggers back to his feet and Jackal is there with a waist lock and you can hear Xavier tell Jackal to buy him dinner before any of that fun stuff. Xavier then drives his elbow back into Jackal's head a few times, but Jackal holds on and sends X flying with a German, but Xavier lands on his feet! He falls back into the ropes and as Jackal turns around, she gets dropped with a pendulum lariat that knocks Jackal back onto one knee and Xavier bounces off the ropes, looking for another high knee, but only gets a lariat in return from the powerhouse known as Jackal! The lariat turns Xavier inside out and Jackal falls down for the pin. One! Two! Thre-NO! X kicks out at the last possible second! Jackal looks at the referee in shock and then back at Xavier, walking over and lifting him up. A knee to the stomach doubles X over and Jackal lifts him up in a vertical suplex position but X wiggles free. He then slaps Jackal on the ass and it catches her off guard before he rolls out of the ring. Jackal doesn't look amused as Xavier walks backward up the ramp with a grin on his face. He then blows Jackal a kiss as she yells at him to get back in the ring. The referee then counts Xavier out and Jackal wins by countout. What game is Xavier trying to pull here? WINNER Jackal METHOD Countout MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, more directly to the just outside the locker room of the current reigning and defending Anarchy Champion, Dylan Shepherd. After a few moments of pause, the locker room door opens and out steps Shepherd, already in his ring gear and the Anarchy Championship belt around his waist. He has a slightly nervous look on his face but that changes when he notices the camera right on him. He takes a moment and lets out a slightly devilish smirk.
Dylan Shepherd: Here we go, Night Two of No Man’s Land III. Now I know Night One was pretty good and all with the TLC match, the Warehouse match and the Liberty Championship but let's get real. Let's break things down and see why Night Two is really where it's at in Liberty Pro. You have a street fight, a surprise prize battle, multiple championship matches… Highlighted by yours truly, the Anarchy Champion.
He gives a big cheesy smile to the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: Now yes I know, I have been on a, well, a bit of a tumble lately. Things didn't go my way against Maxy-Pooh last match and I even got beat by the person I’m facing tonight in Avery Smith. But you know, I think I have it figured out… I am pretty sure I have the reason why I haven't been hitting it out of the park. And honestly I believe the secret to my success is this championship right here…
He points to and pats the Anarchy Championship belt that's around his waist.
Dylan Shepherd: You see, my past few matches haven't been under Anarchy rules. I haven't had the chance to showcase the abilities of mine that oh so separate me from the crowd. Steel chairs? Kendo sticks? Lego bricks? Oh give them to me all damn day. This match, this championship is my element. I proudly stand on my soapbox and talk about the greatness that is the Anarchy division. You won't see that with Avery Smith, unless it has something to do with fashion or her smoking hot girlfriend, respect by the way, she's just not about it. Liberty has enough people giving the fans the silent treatment, why celebrate them more with a championship when you have someone as top shelf like myself? The Lovable Psychopath that is Devilishly Handsome to boot!
He again gives a big cheesy smile.
Dylan Shepherd: So here's the game plan, I walked into No Mans Land III as the Anarchy Champion and that is exactly how I’m leaving it.
He blows a playful kiss to the camera before walking off towards the ring.
We cut to backstage of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, more directly to the just outside the locker room of the current reigning and defending Anarchy Champion, Dylan Shepherd. After a few moments of pause, the locker room door opens and out steps Shepherd, already in his ring gear and the Anarchy Championship belt around his waist. He has a slightly nervous look on his face but that changes when he notices the camera right on him. He takes a moment and lets out a slightly devilish smirk.
Dylan Shepherd: Here we go, Night Two of No Man’s Land III. Now I know Night One was pretty good and all with the TLC match, the Warehouse match and the Liberty Championship but let's get real. Let's break things down and see why Night Two is really where it's at in Liberty Pro. You have a street fight, a surprise prize battle, multiple championship matches… Highlighted by yours truly, the Anarchy Champion.
He gives a big cheesy smile to the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: Now yes I know, I have been on a, well, a bit of a tumble lately. Things didn't go my way against Maxy-Pooh last match and I even got beat by the person I’m facing tonight in Avery Smith. But you know, I think I have it figured out… I am pretty sure I have the reason why I haven't been hitting it out of the park. And honestly I believe the secret to my success is this championship right here…
He points to and pats the Anarchy Championship belt that's around his waist.
Dylan Shepherd: You see, my past few matches haven't been under Anarchy rules. I haven't had the chance to showcase the abilities of mine that oh so separate me from the crowd. Steel chairs? Kendo sticks? Lego bricks? Oh give them to me all damn day. This match, this championship is my element. I proudly stand on my soapbox and talk about the greatness that is the Anarchy division. You won't see that with Avery Smith, unless it has something to do with fashion or her smoking hot girlfriend, respect by the way, she's just not about it. Liberty has enough people giving the fans the silent treatment, why celebrate them more with a championship when you have someone as top shelf like myself? The Lovable Psychopath that is Devilishly Handsome to boot!
He again gives a big cheesy smile.
Dylan Shepherd: So here's the game plan, I walked into No Mans Land III as the Anarchy Champion and that is exactly how I’m leaving it.
He blows a playful kiss to the camera before walking off towards the ring.
BACKSTAGE
A blacked out Cadillac Escalade limousine comes to a stop at the gates of the performer/staff parking garage, which is flanked on both sides by fans hoping for a glimpse of some of their favorite Liberty Pro stars as they arrive for night two of No Man's Land. The crowd of loyal Liberty supporters come to life as the limo's door swings open, and "Gentleman" Jack Graves steps out to greet them with a salute. He's dressed in a pair of Black AMIRI MX1 distressed bandana patched jeans, a snug fitting Calvin Klein back undershirt, and a tailor fit black Hugo Boss sports coat. The look is completed by a black Stetson cowboy hat, some retro Air Jordan 4 "black cat" sneakers and a gold Cuban Link chain that glints under the flash of the cameras. Graves turns back to the Limo for a moment, as someone inside hands him his duffel bag of gear.
Jack takes the bag, and he leans his head back inside of the Limo for a moment, for whatever reason.
When he re-emerges, he closes the door for whoever is still inside the vehicle, and the limo heads on into the parking garage through the open gate to leave Jack with the fans.
Graves makes his way over to the closest barricade, which is holding the fans back from swarming him on both sides, and he begins signing autographs for anyone who asks. This whole thing was something that was still foreign to him. Sure, he'd had fans ask for a picture or an autograph back when he was wrestling in gymnasiums across the south, but it had never been anything like this. It was exhilarating for him, knowing that he had this level of support from the fans. He'd only been with Liberty for a short time, but it was like he'd become a household name over night. Never in a million years had he expected a response like this from wrestling fans when he signed on the dotted line with the company.
But here he was, a few hours before his first Pay-Per-View match, dressed to the nines, and signing autographs with a sharpie on a number of different items. Among those were posters, shirts, hats, shoes, and even a few of the ladies in the crowd's cleavage... at their behest of course.
As he signs away on the autographs, he makes a journey all the way around to the other barricade to show all the fans some love. This is when a few of them began to ask questions, starting an impromptu Q & A session with the Nashville Native.
He is MORE than happy to oblige.
FAN #1: Jack! Jack! Are you nervous for your match tonight? Do you think Lily or Blyss will interfere?
Jack laughs, and scribbles his signature on a red "Outlaw Shit" t-shirt for the fan as he answers.
GRAVES: Nervous? Naw. Not at all. I was nervous in my debut match against Hillary because I wanted everything to go smoothly since it was my first match under the banner. I was also nervous in my tag match WITH Hillary because I wasn't sure I could trust her, and The Pride are.... well. They're The Pride. But this match? I'm not nervous, I'm pissed. Dante Locke doesn't know what he got himself into by accepting this Street Fight with me. You fans, Dante, his bald ass boss, his two bit whore of a girlfriend, and the rest of this roster are going to see tonight what Jack Graves is all about. I've said it once, and I'll say it again... Dante isn't getting the "Gentleman" tonight. When I step through that curtain, the Gentleman is no more. Tonight He gets the Outlaw and I'm itchin' to do some Outlaw shit.
Jack moves on to the next fan, but realizes he forgot to answer part of the question. He pauses with his signature, the sharpie hovering over the current fan's ticket stub as he looks over at the young adult who had just asked him such a good question.
GRAVES: By the way, I HOPE to GOD one of those dumb chicken heads feel froggy enough to bring their asses out to that ring during my match, because I'm also itchin' to smack Lily around too for callin' me fat on twitter.
This gets a laugh from the crowd, and Jack finishes his signature on the ticket stub before moving on to the next fan. His eyes meet a middle aged dad, who shakes his head at Graves as if to say "not me." Instead, he then nods his head down at his feet, where a star struck little 7 year old boy in a cowboy hat is holding out a rolled up Jack Graves poster through the bars of the barricade. Jack can't help but to give the kid a huge grin, and he takes the poster to unroll it and scribble his autograph for his young fan. Handing it back, he pauses for a moment to fish a pair of sunglasses out of his bag and reach over the guardrail to put them on the face of the kiddo. He's beaming as he looks up at his father, who promptly shakes hands with Jack to thank him for making his child's day. Since he had him there, the father decides to participate in the Q&A by asking his own question.
Fan #2: Thanks Jack, he hasn't stopped talking about you since you debuted. He kept talking about how he wanted to meet the "Cowboy Man." So I think you just made his whole year.
Jack shakes his head in disbelief and takes his free hand to pat the man on the shoulder.
GRAVES: Naw feller, he just made my whole year.
He directs his attention to the kid once more.
GRAVES: What's your name?
The little blonde boy pipes up, thrilled to be talking to the "Cowboy Man"
Fan #2.5: I'm Easton!
Graves crouches and fist bumps the young wrestling fan, giving him a big smile.
GRAVES: Well Easton, how about I dedicate this match tonight to you? This beating I'm going to give Dante Locke is just for you, so I want you to do me a favor and cheer REEEEEEEAAAAAL loud okay?
The boy nods frantically, and Jack ruffles his hair before standing back up to give the dad a nod.
GRAVES: A-1 parenting dad. Easton is adorable, and I wish my parents would've brought me to a show at this age. You're doing awesome.
The man looks pleased by the compliment, like he's not used to being called a good father. Jack goes to move on, but the man speaks once more, catching his attention before he leaves.
Fan #2: Hey Jack? Sorry. A few of my buddies and I have a bet going and I was wondering... Are you going to join The Society? I mean, We just noticed you're friendly with all of them, and sorta best friends with Bex's girlfriend. We think it would be awesome seeing you, Seth, and Warren as a certified goon squad. Come on, win me $200. Are you?
Jack tilts his head as he listens, and he pauses momentarily before shaking his head. The man instantly looks disappointed.
GRAVES: Unfortunately not, big feller. I'm solo dolo right now. I'm cool with them, yeah. I'm cool with a lot of people. But I'm not sure what The Society would want with a nobody like me. I'm barely a blip on the radar.
The man snaps his fingers and utters a "damn" under his breath, before lighting back up.
FAN #2: OoOoh... One more question?
Graves grabs another poster and signs it for a nearby fan as he listens. One of the security guards emerges from the parking tunnel and whistles at Graves, clearly not amused with one of Liberty's talent being left unguarded with a sea of fans. Jack holds up his finger to tell the guard "one minute" before handing back the signed poster.
He turns and looks at the inquisitive father once more.
GRAVES: Last one because Mr. Top Flight Security of the world looks a little grumpy. Shoot.
The man looks around and leans in close, lowering his voice as he asks his question. Jack is hesitant at first, but finally says 'what the hell' as he leans in to listen discreetly.
Fan #2(barely audible): We also have a bet going on (inaudiable). Are you and (inaudiable) or no? Inquiring minds want to know.
Jack is taken aback by the question, whatever it is, and he stands up straight to look at the man with an arched eyebrow as if to say 'the audacity'
He thinks about the answer for a moment, and then shakes his head like before, giving the man a smirk.
GRAVES: Naw, but BOY do I wish.
The man cracks up and shakes Jack's hand again to thank him for his time. Jack gives the boy's father a sly wink and he backs away to give all of the fans one last wave.
GRAVES: Y'all better go find your seats! The show is about to start! If I missed you with the autographs this time, catch me after the show! I got you! Catch y'all on the flip side! YEEE--
FANS COLLECTIVELY: HAWWWWWWW!!
The crowd participates, and then gives him a cheer as Jack turns to walk toward the waiting security guard who scolds him aloud until they disappear into the garage to end the scene.
A blacked out Cadillac Escalade limousine comes to a stop at the gates of the performer/staff parking garage, which is flanked on both sides by fans hoping for a glimpse of some of their favorite Liberty Pro stars as they arrive for night two of No Man's Land. The crowd of loyal Liberty supporters come to life as the limo's door swings open, and "Gentleman" Jack Graves steps out to greet them with a salute. He's dressed in a pair of Black AMIRI MX1 distressed bandana patched jeans, a snug fitting Calvin Klein back undershirt, and a tailor fit black Hugo Boss sports coat. The look is completed by a black Stetson cowboy hat, some retro Air Jordan 4 "black cat" sneakers and a gold Cuban Link chain that glints under the flash of the cameras. Graves turns back to the Limo for a moment, as someone inside hands him his duffel bag of gear.
Jack takes the bag, and he leans his head back inside of the Limo for a moment, for whatever reason.
When he re-emerges, he closes the door for whoever is still inside the vehicle, and the limo heads on into the parking garage through the open gate to leave Jack with the fans.
Graves makes his way over to the closest barricade, which is holding the fans back from swarming him on both sides, and he begins signing autographs for anyone who asks. This whole thing was something that was still foreign to him. Sure, he'd had fans ask for a picture or an autograph back when he was wrestling in gymnasiums across the south, but it had never been anything like this. It was exhilarating for him, knowing that he had this level of support from the fans. He'd only been with Liberty for a short time, but it was like he'd become a household name over night. Never in a million years had he expected a response like this from wrestling fans when he signed on the dotted line with the company.
But here he was, a few hours before his first Pay-Per-View match, dressed to the nines, and signing autographs with a sharpie on a number of different items. Among those were posters, shirts, hats, shoes, and even a few of the ladies in the crowd's cleavage... at their behest of course.
As he signs away on the autographs, he makes a journey all the way around to the other barricade to show all the fans some love. This is when a few of them began to ask questions, starting an impromptu Q & A session with the Nashville Native.
He is MORE than happy to oblige.
FAN #1: Jack! Jack! Are you nervous for your match tonight? Do you think Lily or Blyss will interfere?
Jack laughs, and scribbles his signature on a red "Outlaw Shit" t-shirt for the fan as he answers.
GRAVES: Nervous? Naw. Not at all. I was nervous in my debut match against Hillary because I wanted everything to go smoothly since it was my first match under the banner. I was also nervous in my tag match WITH Hillary because I wasn't sure I could trust her, and The Pride are.... well. They're The Pride. But this match? I'm not nervous, I'm pissed. Dante Locke doesn't know what he got himself into by accepting this Street Fight with me. You fans, Dante, his bald ass boss, his two bit whore of a girlfriend, and the rest of this roster are going to see tonight what Jack Graves is all about. I've said it once, and I'll say it again... Dante isn't getting the "Gentleman" tonight. When I step through that curtain, the Gentleman is no more. Tonight He gets the Outlaw and I'm itchin' to do some Outlaw shit.
Jack moves on to the next fan, but realizes he forgot to answer part of the question. He pauses with his signature, the sharpie hovering over the current fan's ticket stub as he looks over at the young adult who had just asked him such a good question.
GRAVES: By the way, I HOPE to GOD one of those dumb chicken heads feel froggy enough to bring their asses out to that ring during my match, because I'm also itchin' to smack Lily around too for callin' me fat on twitter.
This gets a laugh from the crowd, and Jack finishes his signature on the ticket stub before moving on to the next fan. His eyes meet a middle aged dad, who shakes his head at Graves as if to say "not me." Instead, he then nods his head down at his feet, where a star struck little 7 year old boy in a cowboy hat is holding out a rolled up Jack Graves poster through the bars of the barricade. Jack can't help but to give the kid a huge grin, and he takes the poster to unroll it and scribble his autograph for his young fan. Handing it back, he pauses for a moment to fish a pair of sunglasses out of his bag and reach over the guardrail to put them on the face of the kiddo. He's beaming as he looks up at his father, who promptly shakes hands with Jack to thank him for making his child's day. Since he had him there, the father decides to participate in the Q&A by asking his own question.
Fan #2: Thanks Jack, he hasn't stopped talking about you since you debuted. He kept talking about how he wanted to meet the "Cowboy Man." So I think you just made his whole year.
Jack shakes his head in disbelief and takes his free hand to pat the man on the shoulder.
GRAVES: Naw feller, he just made my whole year.
He directs his attention to the kid once more.
GRAVES: What's your name?
The little blonde boy pipes up, thrilled to be talking to the "Cowboy Man"
Fan #2.5: I'm Easton!
Graves crouches and fist bumps the young wrestling fan, giving him a big smile.
GRAVES: Well Easton, how about I dedicate this match tonight to you? This beating I'm going to give Dante Locke is just for you, so I want you to do me a favor and cheer REEEEEEEAAAAAL loud okay?
The boy nods frantically, and Jack ruffles his hair before standing back up to give the dad a nod.
GRAVES: A-1 parenting dad. Easton is adorable, and I wish my parents would've brought me to a show at this age. You're doing awesome.
The man looks pleased by the compliment, like he's not used to being called a good father. Jack goes to move on, but the man speaks once more, catching his attention before he leaves.
Fan #2: Hey Jack? Sorry. A few of my buddies and I have a bet going and I was wondering... Are you going to join The Society? I mean, We just noticed you're friendly with all of them, and sorta best friends with Bex's girlfriend. We think it would be awesome seeing you, Seth, and Warren as a certified goon squad. Come on, win me $200. Are you?
Jack tilts his head as he listens, and he pauses momentarily before shaking his head. The man instantly looks disappointed.
GRAVES: Unfortunately not, big feller. I'm solo dolo right now. I'm cool with them, yeah. I'm cool with a lot of people. But I'm not sure what The Society would want with a nobody like me. I'm barely a blip on the radar.
The man snaps his fingers and utters a "damn" under his breath, before lighting back up.
FAN #2: OoOoh... One more question?
Graves grabs another poster and signs it for a nearby fan as he listens. One of the security guards emerges from the parking tunnel and whistles at Graves, clearly not amused with one of Liberty's talent being left unguarded with a sea of fans. Jack holds up his finger to tell the guard "one minute" before handing back the signed poster.
He turns and looks at the inquisitive father once more.
GRAVES: Last one because Mr. Top Flight Security of the world looks a little grumpy. Shoot.
The man looks around and leans in close, lowering his voice as he asks his question. Jack is hesitant at first, but finally says 'what the hell' as he leans in to listen discreetly.
Fan #2(barely audible): We also have a bet going on (inaudiable). Are you and (inaudiable) or no? Inquiring minds want to know.
Jack is taken aback by the question, whatever it is, and he stands up straight to look at the man with an arched eyebrow as if to say 'the audacity'
He thinks about the answer for a moment, and then shakes his head like before, giving the man a smirk.
GRAVES: Naw, but BOY do I wish.
The man cracks up and shakes Jack's hand again to thank him for his time. Jack gives the boy's father a sly wink and he backs away to give all of the fans one last wave.
GRAVES: Y'all better go find your seats! The show is about to start! If I missed you with the autographs this time, catch me after the show! I got you! Catch y'all on the flip side! YEEE--
FANS COLLECTIVELY: HAWWWWWWW!!
The crowd participates, and then gives him a cheer as Jack turns to walk toward the waiting security guard who scolds him aloud until they disappear into the garage to end the scene.
MATCH FOUR: SPECIAL PRIZE BATTLE ROYALE
Callie Buchanon vs Lochlan Rivers vs Markus FK vs Karen Willow vs Diana Bellerose vs Kendrick Kross vs Michael Marou vs Sparrow vs Dex Morant vs Cecily Bell vs Arabella Evers vs Eve O’Donnell
Callie Buchanon vs Lochlan Rivers vs Markus FK vs Karen Willow vs Diana Bellerose vs Kendrick Kross vs Michael Marou vs Sparrow vs Dex Morant vs Cecily Bell vs Arabella Evers vs Eve O’Donnell
| RECAP The battle royale for the special prize started and all the competitors met in the middle of the ring. Dex Morant started to attack Callie Buchanon right off the bat and Cecily Bell began to help him. The two of them then threw Callie over the top rope! SHE WAS ELIMINATED! ELIMINATED: CALLIE BUCHANON Meanwhile, Markus FK was throwing off every smaller opponent that charged at him. Karen Willow though managed to dropkick him and it sent him over the ropes but FK caught himself and got back into the ring. Marou tried to blindside Karen but she ducked and then threw Marou right out of the ring! ELIMINATED: MICHAEL MAROU Dex Morant and Lochlan Rivers were both battling near the ropes, both of them trading clubbing blows. But wait! Markus FK came from out of nowhere and he clotheslined both right over the ropes! DOUBLE ELIMINATION! ELIMINATED: DEX MORANT AND LOCHLAN RIVERS Sparrow had been battling a double team with Eve and Diana Bellerose but eventually, Eve turned on Diana and threw her right over the ropes! ELIMINATED: DIANA BELLEROSE Kendrick Kross, who holds THE CWCG Hollywood Championship and is a former Anarchy Champion, comes from out of nowhere and hits Eve with a big boot, sending her flying over the top rope! ELIMINATED: EVE O’DONNELL Cecily Bell was trying to eliminate Karen Willow now but Karen wasn’t having any of it and she took a handful of Cecily’s hair and threw her right over the top rope! Karen just picked up her second elimination! ELIMINATED: CECILY BELL Arabella Evers and Sparrow were both trying to eliminate Markus FK, trying to overpower the big man but he wasn’t relenting. He definitely wanted this. This was soon broken up when Karen Willow came flying into the picture! All hell broke loose as we were down to the final five! Sparrow and Arabella now became tangled up and she tried to push Sparrow out of the ring but he hit a hurricanrana on her, sending her over the ropes and then catching himself with them! ELIMINATED: ARABELLA EVERS Sparrow went to pull himself up but NO! Karen Willow dropkicked him and he was out! What a huge elimination for Karen as she eliminated the former KONY Champion! ELIMINATED: SPARROW We were now down to Karen, Kendrick and Markus. What a match it’s been and the favorite to win was now eliminated. Karen has been on fire and she looked over at Kendrick then pointed at Markus. The two agreed to double team FK. But as they moved towards him, Karen backed off. Kendrick charged Markus himself and threw clubbing blows but it didn’t do much damage! Markus then lifted Kendrick up and walked him towards the ropes. The two battled on the ropes now as Kendrick tried to hold on and it was pulling Markus with him. Karen came from out of nowhere and pulled Markus up and it looked like Kendrick and Markus went over but NO! Kendrick held on as Markus hit the ground. Karen turned and celebrated, believing she won! ELIMINATED: MARKUS FK Kendrick made his way back into the ring and Karen turned but it was too late! She was met by a running knee that had her spinning. Kendrick grabbed her by the hair and tossed her! That was it! The bell rang and Kendrick was announced the winner! What will he get for his big win? Time will tell! ELIMINATED: KAREN WILLOW WINNER: KENDRICK KROSS ELIMINATIONS: KAREN WILLOW: 4 KENDRICK KROSS: 2 MARKUS FK: 2 SPARROW: 1 EVE O’DONNELL: 1 CECILY BELL: 1 DEX MORANT: 1 CALLIE BUCHANON: 0 MICHAEL MAROU: 0 LOCHLAN RIVERS: 0 DIANA BELLROSE: 0 ARABELLA EVERS: 0 WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD Elimination over the ropes MATCH LENGTH 15:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
RINGSIDE
“Dynasties and Dystopia” by Denzel Curry, Gizzle & Bren Joy hits the PA as Syn saunters to the ring. She does a lap around the ring apron, her eyes scanning the crowd before she steps through the ropes. Once inside she holds a can of red spray paint up for all to see. Shaking the can she paints a giant red circle on the canvas and steps inside it. She’s about to speak into a mic when Lily Callaghan bursts onto the stage, wearing a wig that sort of resembles her usual hair and carrying a mic of her own.
Lily: NO! NO FUCKING WAY! You don’t get to come out here and deface MY ring. Get out or I’ll…
Syn: You’ll what, Lily? Put a price on my head? Haven’t you done that already? Am I supposed to be scared because Marisol, Caroline, Kassandra or whoever the fuck SABER sends may be gunning for me?
Syn rolls her eyes and raspberries into the mic.
Lily: I know you hear this a lot Syn but you really are a naive little girl, or maybe those blows to the head made your death wish that much stronger. Either way, those names you listed aren’t names to be scoffed at. The fact that you walked down to that ring without anyone watching your back shows…
Syn laughs LOUDLY as Lily grunts in frustration.
Syn: Shows what? That I’m stupid? Reckless? Insane?! How about the fact that I painted a giant red bullseye around myself and I’m pretty much daring anyone from the back to march down that ramp and collect your bounty.
Syn juts her chin out.
Syn: C’mon Kassandra, you were the first to respond. Come on down and collect your prize, break my jaw just like you said you would. What about you Caroline? I hear there’s a non title match in it for you. Oooooh, how exciting. Like Lily said, I’m out here all alone… or am I?
Syn looks around.
Syn: I mean are you ever really alone when you have friends? I’m pretty sure there’s a gentleman back there by the name of Jack Graves who considers me his BEST friend. Sorry Rayven, facts are facts. In case you haven’t been paying attention Jack is more than happy to swoop in and play the white knight should I ask. But not tonight. I wouldn’t do that to Jack. He has a street fight with that burn victim Dante Locke and I want Jack to be at his best when it goes down. So maybe you’re right Lily, maybe I am alone.
Lily goes to respond but Syn cuts her off once more.
Syn: Then again like the great Vin Diesel always says, are you REALLY alone when you’ve got family?
Syn’s brow quirks and a smile creeps across her face.
Syn: In case you haven’t heard, The Society has taken me in as one of their own. Becky, Warren and Seth would literally take a bullet or at least a steel chair to the head for me.
Syn raises her right hand in the air.
Syn: All I have to do is snap these fingers and each of them would slither out of the crowd to take their place by my side. So ask yourself Marisol, are you ready to face those odds? Does anyone really want to fight their way through those three just to get to lil’ ol’ me?
She gazes over at her hand and shrugs before lowering it.
Syn: They’re pretty banged up at the moment and while I know each of them would be here in a second if I called, I don’t think it’s fair to put them in harm’s way after the brutality they endured while ridding the world of a few excess Callaghans. So again Lily, you’re right… I guess it’s just me out here all by my lonesome, literally begging for my comeuppance. So who’s it going to be? Who’s going to collect that bounty? Chloe Collins ever get back to you? You were putting an awful lot of eggs in that SABER basket.
Lily chuckles and adjusts her wig as it’s gone askew.
Lily: As a matter of fact…
“Away” by Mercy Drive hits, and the behemoth known as Reaper steps through the curtain to thunderous applause; it seems the Liberty fans are all too familiar with Reaper’s work in Valiant. The SABER agent looks to Lily, then down to the ring, where Syn waits in her red circle. He begins a slow walk down the ramp, giving both the crowd and Syn time to recognize the gravity of the situation. Reaper steps over the top rope and rolls his shoulders as he arrives in the middle of the ring with one giant stride. Syn lowers her mic and swallows hard as she gazes up wide eyed. The size difference is striking as the 6’10” Reaper stares down over Syn who stands all of 5’3”. Up on the stage Lily literally cackles.
Lily: I’m sorry Syn, you were saying? Now might be a good time to snap those fingers and make your friends and family appear. Hector too. Combined, the lot of you may actually stand a chance against Reaper.
Syn raises her mic, keeping her eyes trained on Reaper the entire time.
Syn: Do you believe in magic, Lily?
Lily: What kind of stupid question is that? You hoping to make yourself disappear?
Syn can’t help but laugh at Lily’s response.
Syn: Cute but no. The thing about magic is that it’s all just sleight of hand. Often the left hand creates a diversion so that you can’t see what the right hand is doing.
Syn takes a step closer to Reaper.
Syn: Hector was the distraction. Hard to take me seriously when I’m marching the saddest excuse for an athlete this sport has ever seen to the ring week after week.
Lily rolls her eyes and sighs.
Lily: Is there a point to all this or do you just like hearing the sound of your own voice? Which thankfully none of us will have to listen to once Reaper breaks your jaw.
Syn smiles and winks at Reaper, exposing her jaw and turning her head from one side to the other.
Syn: Hey big man, orthodox or southpaw?
Reaper’s face remains as stoic as ever. He frowns slightly, but shrugs, noting that it wouldn’t matter anyways, either hand would do the job.
Syn: The point, Lilith, is that walking in the door as the manager of the great Hector meant I was never under contract to you. There was no deep dive on my history. No background check. To you I was just a little lamb leading a much bigger lamb to slaughter. You didn’t blink an eye when I turned Becky from someone who hated me into someone who ultimately trusts and loves me. Does that mean that my feelings for her aren’t real? Oh they’re most definitely genuine but when I targeted her my plan was simply to win her over. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, little did I know she’d turn into SO much more. You just assumed I was some dumb kid who’s ultimate goal was to annoy you but in reality my goal has always been to dethrone you. Not for Nathan. Not for Becky. For me.
Lily sighs and rubs her temples.
Lily: I’m sick of listening to your bullshit. Reaper, shut her mouth, please.
Syn glances up at Reaper who looks up the ramp at Lily with a half-shrug.
Syn: Had you done a background check on me Lily, you’d have learned that I grew up in this business. More importantly you’d have learned that aside from the friends and family I mentioned earlier, I have resources. Resources that extend far beyond what a white trash housewife from South Boston could ever afford.
Lily bristles at the insult as Syn raises her right hand and places it against Reaper’s chest.
Syn: Those resources, Lily? They mean that I was able to make Chloe Collins an offer so beneficial to her business that she couldn’t possibly refuse.
Lily clutches the mic so tightly her knuckles turn white.
Lily: What the fuck are you saying right now?
Syn smiles sweetly.
Syn: That I hold all the cards. Reaper’s assignment here in Liberty Pro is to keep ME safe. You thought you were the puppetmaster but all along I was the one pulling the strings. Now I have Jack Graves, The Society and Reaper all watching over me. How’s that bounty looking? Think you’ll have many takers?
Lily fumes up on the stage.
Syn: So why don’t you run along and rub lotion on that bald ass head of yours, because not only did I shave you down, I showed the world you’re not fit to lead.
Syn drops the mic. As Lily storms off the stage Syn holds out her hand and the massive Reaper escorts her from the ring while the scene fades out.
“Dynasties and Dystopia” by Denzel Curry, Gizzle & Bren Joy hits the PA as Syn saunters to the ring. She does a lap around the ring apron, her eyes scanning the crowd before she steps through the ropes. Once inside she holds a can of red spray paint up for all to see. Shaking the can she paints a giant red circle on the canvas and steps inside it. She’s about to speak into a mic when Lily Callaghan bursts onto the stage, wearing a wig that sort of resembles her usual hair and carrying a mic of her own.
Lily: NO! NO FUCKING WAY! You don’t get to come out here and deface MY ring. Get out or I’ll…
Syn: You’ll what, Lily? Put a price on my head? Haven’t you done that already? Am I supposed to be scared because Marisol, Caroline, Kassandra or whoever the fuck SABER sends may be gunning for me?
Syn rolls her eyes and raspberries into the mic.
Lily: I know you hear this a lot Syn but you really are a naive little girl, or maybe those blows to the head made your death wish that much stronger. Either way, those names you listed aren’t names to be scoffed at. The fact that you walked down to that ring without anyone watching your back shows…
Syn laughs LOUDLY as Lily grunts in frustration.
Syn: Shows what? That I’m stupid? Reckless? Insane?! How about the fact that I painted a giant red bullseye around myself and I’m pretty much daring anyone from the back to march down that ramp and collect your bounty.
Syn juts her chin out.
Syn: C’mon Kassandra, you were the first to respond. Come on down and collect your prize, break my jaw just like you said you would. What about you Caroline? I hear there’s a non title match in it for you. Oooooh, how exciting. Like Lily said, I’m out here all alone… or am I?
Syn looks around.
Syn: I mean are you ever really alone when you have friends? I’m pretty sure there’s a gentleman back there by the name of Jack Graves who considers me his BEST friend. Sorry Rayven, facts are facts. In case you haven’t been paying attention Jack is more than happy to swoop in and play the white knight should I ask. But not tonight. I wouldn’t do that to Jack. He has a street fight with that burn victim Dante Locke and I want Jack to be at his best when it goes down. So maybe you’re right Lily, maybe I am alone.
Lily goes to respond but Syn cuts her off once more.
Syn: Then again like the great Vin Diesel always says, are you REALLY alone when you’ve got family?
Syn’s brow quirks and a smile creeps across her face.
Syn: In case you haven’t heard, The Society has taken me in as one of their own. Becky, Warren and Seth would literally take a bullet or at least a steel chair to the head for me.
Syn raises her right hand in the air.
Syn: All I have to do is snap these fingers and each of them would slither out of the crowd to take their place by my side. So ask yourself Marisol, are you ready to face those odds? Does anyone really want to fight their way through those three just to get to lil’ ol’ me?
She gazes over at her hand and shrugs before lowering it.
Syn: They’re pretty banged up at the moment and while I know each of them would be here in a second if I called, I don’t think it’s fair to put them in harm’s way after the brutality they endured while ridding the world of a few excess Callaghans. So again Lily, you’re right… I guess it’s just me out here all by my lonesome, literally begging for my comeuppance. So who’s it going to be? Who’s going to collect that bounty? Chloe Collins ever get back to you? You were putting an awful lot of eggs in that SABER basket.
Lily chuckles and adjusts her wig as it’s gone askew.
Lily: As a matter of fact…
“Away” by Mercy Drive hits, and the behemoth known as Reaper steps through the curtain to thunderous applause; it seems the Liberty fans are all too familiar with Reaper’s work in Valiant. The SABER agent looks to Lily, then down to the ring, where Syn waits in her red circle. He begins a slow walk down the ramp, giving both the crowd and Syn time to recognize the gravity of the situation. Reaper steps over the top rope and rolls his shoulders as he arrives in the middle of the ring with one giant stride. Syn lowers her mic and swallows hard as she gazes up wide eyed. The size difference is striking as the 6’10” Reaper stares down over Syn who stands all of 5’3”. Up on the stage Lily literally cackles.
Lily: I’m sorry Syn, you were saying? Now might be a good time to snap those fingers and make your friends and family appear. Hector too. Combined, the lot of you may actually stand a chance against Reaper.
Syn raises her mic, keeping her eyes trained on Reaper the entire time.
Syn: Do you believe in magic, Lily?
Lily: What kind of stupid question is that? You hoping to make yourself disappear?
Syn can’t help but laugh at Lily’s response.
Syn: Cute but no. The thing about magic is that it’s all just sleight of hand. Often the left hand creates a diversion so that you can’t see what the right hand is doing.
Syn takes a step closer to Reaper.
Syn: Hector was the distraction. Hard to take me seriously when I’m marching the saddest excuse for an athlete this sport has ever seen to the ring week after week.
Lily rolls her eyes and sighs.
Lily: Is there a point to all this or do you just like hearing the sound of your own voice? Which thankfully none of us will have to listen to once Reaper breaks your jaw.
Syn smiles and winks at Reaper, exposing her jaw and turning her head from one side to the other.
Syn: Hey big man, orthodox or southpaw?
Reaper’s face remains as stoic as ever. He frowns slightly, but shrugs, noting that it wouldn’t matter anyways, either hand would do the job.
Syn: The point, Lilith, is that walking in the door as the manager of the great Hector meant I was never under contract to you. There was no deep dive on my history. No background check. To you I was just a little lamb leading a much bigger lamb to slaughter. You didn’t blink an eye when I turned Becky from someone who hated me into someone who ultimately trusts and loves me. Does that mean that my feelings for her aren’t real? Oh they’re most definitely genuine but when I targeted her my plan was simply to win her over. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, little did I know she’d turn into SO much more. You just assumed I was some dumb kid who’s ultimate goal was to annoy you but in reality my goal has always been to dethrone you. Not for Nathan. Not for Becky. For me.
Lily sighs and rubs her temples.
Lily: I’m sick of listening to your bullshit. Reaper, shut her mouth, please.
Syn glances up at Reaper who looks up the ramp at Lily with a half-shrug.
Syn: Had you done a background check on me Lily, you’d have learned that I grew up in this business. More importantly you’d have learned that aside from the friends and family I mentioned earlier, I have resources. Resources that extend far beyond what a white trash housewife from South Boston could ever afford.
Lily bristles at the insult as Syn raises her right hand and places it against Reaper’s chest.
Syn: Those resources, Lily? They mean that I was able to make Chloe Collins an offer so beneficial to her business that she couldn’t possibly refuse.
Lily clutches the mic so tightly her knuckles turn white.
Lily: What the fuck are you saying right now?
Syn smiles sweetly.
Syn: That I hold all the cards. Reaper’s assignment here in Liberty Pro is to keep ME safe. You thought you were the puppetmaster but all along I was the one pulling the strings. Now I have Jack Graves, The Society and Reaper all watching over me. How’s that bounty looking? Think you’ll have many takers?
Lily fumes up on the stage.
Syn: So why don’t you run along and rub lotion on that bald ass head of yours, because not only did I shave you down, I showed the world you’re not fit to lead.
Syn drops the mic. As Lily storms off the stage Syn holds out her hand and the massive Reaper escorts her from the ring while the scene fades out.
MATCH FIVE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Dylan Shepherd vs Avery Smith
Dylan Shepherd vs Avery Smith
| RECAP The match begins with the formal introductions of both competitors, being that it's a championship match. Dylan is introduced first as the reigning champion, and he holds the Anarchy Championship high into the air for the crowd to see. He gets a mixed reaction, with the majority of the fans in attendance casting heat his way with a sea of boos. Shepard laughs it off, and tells them all they are just jealous of how "Devilishly Handsome" he is. This gets him another chorus of boos, which he thoroughly enjoys. Dylan reluctantly hands his title over to the ref, giving it a kiss for good luck, before the announcer then turns to introduce the challenger. They aren't able to get 3 syllables of Avery Smith's introduction out before the champ sprints full speed across the ring and absolutely LEVELS her with a nasty spear, though. If you thought the boos were loud before? They were nothing compared to the deafening heat the champ was getting now as he pops to his feet and uses his boot to wash Avery's face while she's on the mat. The ref steps in, and pushes Dylan back to his corner, and Avery uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She looks HEATED, as she glares across the ring at her opponent, holding her midsection. The announcer looks confused as to what to do, and he attempts to finish her introduction but Avery almost SNARLS at him to ring the bell instead. The announcer quickly gets the hell out of the ring, and the ref gives Dylan one more stern warning before signaling for the bell to start the match. This time it's Avery who barrels across the ring and she slams into Dylan with a clothesline that sends him flying backwards into the turnbuckles behind him. Avery stays on the attack, pinning Dylan in the corner to hop up on the middle ropes for a modified version of a 10-count, using forearm strikes to the jaw of the Champion instead of punches. 1...2...3...4...5...6 The crowd gets into it, counting along with each strike as Avery lays into Shepard for the cheap shot to start the match. Once she get to 6 however, Dylan shoves her halfway across the ring, using his size and strength advantage to his favor. Smith hits the canvas hard, but she springs back up and comes charging in again! Dylan is ready for her though, and as she closes the distance she runs right into a beautiful superkick to the chops! The SMACK echoes out through the arena, and Avery crumples to the mat with Dylan falling on top of her immediately for the first cover of the night. ONE! T-- Hell no. Avery Smith is FAR from done, and she kicks out before the ref's hand even comes down for the two count. Before Dylan even has a chance to react, Smith uses her superior submission and technical skills to spin her body around Shepard while they are both still on the mat, and she locks in a smooth Fujiwara Armbar out of nowhere! The champ is caught off guard and the submission is locked in DEEP before he has a chance to escape. Avery arches her back, torquing on Shepard's elbow as he grits his teeth and begins trying to claw his way toward the ropes instinctively. Avery does her best to dig her feet into the mat to try and keep Shepard in the center of the ring, but he's too strong. Dylan makes his way to the ropes and uses them as leverage to pull himself underneath them and out of the ring to break the hold himself since there are no rope breaks in a Hardcore match. Duh. He lands on his feet outside of the ring, and rubs at his elbow for a moment before turning his focus back toward Avery. He probably should've done this sooner though, because she's already hit the ropes to get some momentum, and as he turns to look at her he's blindsided by both of her feet slamming into his chest as Smith slides under the bottom rope with a baseball slide that sends the champion crashing backwards into the barricade hard. Smith lands on her feet outside the ring, and continues charging toward Dylan, looking to land a devastating knee strike to his face while he's slumped against the barricade! Shepard waits until the last second, and he rolls out of the way, causing Avery to drive her knee right into the barricade instead! Without missing a beat, the champion slides behind her with what appears to be a rollup pin, but instead of pinning the challenger, he lets her roll through completely and he catches her to spike her right back down with a sickening DDT on the arena floor with all the momentum. Avery is on dream street, as Dylan grabs her by a handful of her hair, and forcefully drags her back to her feet and then to the ring to roll her under the bottom ropes. Smith is stirring inside the ring, but she stays grounded long enough for Dylan to kneel down and pull out a trash can (with lid) from underneath of the ring. He manages to get it inside of the ring without the lid coming off, but there is a loud rattling sound coming from inside of the trashcan as it rolls under the ropes and halfway across the ring, almost like loose change in a dryer. We've all heard it. You know what I'm talking about. The Anarchy champion is not done picking out toys to play with though, as he quickly tosses an old retired ring bell into the ring as well, before finally rolling back inside himself. Meanwhile, Avery has managed to pull herself back vertical in one of the corners of the ring, as Dylan gets back to his feet with the old ring bell in hand. There is a wicked look in his eyes as he sizes up Smith for just a moment, before barreling towards her full steam with the bell aimed right at her head! Thankfully, Avery has recovered enough to move herself off to the side, slipping herself between the top and the middle rope to avoid the shot and cause Dylan to charge chest and face first into the turnbuckles. In doing so, his skull bounces off the ring bell in his hands and the clang echoes out through the arena to another loud pop from the crowd! Smith slips herself back into the ring behind the champion and hooks her arms around her waist and in an incredible show of heart and strength, Avery slams the Anarchy Champion into the trashcan that is located in the middle of the ring with a beautiful German suplex! The lid pops off the trashcan on impact, and the steel bin EXPLODES with LEGOS! The small plastic bricks now cover the ring, flooding out of the trash can that seems to have been stuffed FULL of them. Both competitors are down, and an overhead shot of the carnage shows Dylan's face covered in blood from the ring bell mishap. His eyes are wide open, and he can be seen breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. Avery is the first to stir though, and she crawls the last foot and a half toward Shepard to make the cover, draping her arm over him as the ref starts the count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The crowd, nor Avery Smith herself can believe it. A "this is awesome" chant begins to spread throughout the crowd, and as it does Avery Smith wills herself back up to her feet and props herself up in the corner to catch her breath. She raises her arms, signaling the crowd to chant louder as Dylan begins to show some signs of life, rolling over to put his back to her as he struggles to his feet. Blood is pouring from his head, dripping all over the canvas as he wobbles, one hand still on the canvas as he tries to steady the spinning in his head to get completely vertical once more. Avery watches him carefully, scouting and waiting for him to turn around so she can destroy him with "Small Town Boy" her devastating version of a High Knee attack. Shepard turns as planned, and Smith charges at him... However, she probably will regret not seeing the garbage can lid in his hands tomorrow.. as Shepard flings the trashcan lid like Captain America's fucking shield, and it smacks Avery dead in the face, busting her head open as well! She reels backwards and falls into a sitting position in the corner of the ring, once again in a different universe from the shot to the noggin. Shepard uses the ropes to steady himself and he wipes some blood from his face, licking it off his hand with a devilish grin. Picking up the trashcan, he marches forward Smith and places what's left of it on top of her in the corner. Turning around, He puts his arms out to his side like an airplane and does one lap around the ring before charging at her from the opposite corner to land a cannonball senton, annihilating the trashcan, the opponent, and himself in the process. The decibel levels in the building are deafening as both wrestlers are once again laid out in the ring. The debris and blood littering the ring resemble a car crash... if the cars had both been carrying trunks full of Legos, and the crowd begins a holy shit chant at the carnage they are witnessing in this title match. The ref gives the two superstars a moment, before beginning a 10 count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Dylan is the first to start stirring, as he reaches his arm out and grabs hold of the middle rope. He begins pulling himself up with all the energy he has left, and the ref stops the count to the delight of the fans. No one in attendance wanted this to end with a double count out, so Dylan Shepard actually gets a standing ovation from the crowd as he makes it back to his feet. He grabs another hand full of Avery's hair, and painstakingly pulls her back to her feet. There isn't a single person in the Barclays sitting down, as the two begin to trade shots back and forth. Forearm from Smith, right hand from Shepard, forearm from Smith, right hand from Shepard. This continues until Dylan wises up and blocks the next forearm. Shoving her back a step, he spins and kicks Smith right in the solar plexus with a spinning back kick. Smith stumbles back a few steps, and it looks like she might fall through the ropes... BUT SHE COMES ROARING BACK WITH "Can't get you out of my head!" Her signature Pendulum Lariat! Dylan goes wide eyed, and he SOMEHOW manages to duck the monster lariat attempt! Smith spins around right away, blood in her eyes as it trickles down her face, and she's met with another hard kick to the stomach that doubles her over. Shepard takes one step forward, secures his arms around her torso and lifts her high into the air in a piledriver position! The champion takes 3 more steps forward, each one more and more wobbly from the exhaustion and blood loss, and he jumps into the air... spiking the challenger head first to the mat with the Big D Driver, right into the pile of Legos! Smith crumples into a heap, and Dylan collapses on top of her for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! The bell rings, and both competitors stay down on the mat for a moment. Both are bloodied, and battered, but Dylan Shepard is not beaten! The Anarchy Champ fights his way back to his feet, and he's handed his belt, which he immediately hugs like it's his lost child. The EMT crew comes in to tend to Avery, and the scene ends with a shot of a bloodied Dylan Shepard raising his championship into the air with a celebratory yell. WINNER Dylan Shepherd METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:14 FINISHING MOVE Big D Driver into an ungodly amount of Legos. |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage in the Barclays Center, a burly young man no older than twenty-five years old stands in front of a door with a brand new Samsung tablet in his hands. He swipes and pokes at the screen while playful, happy music comes out of its speakers. Though the man has a jovial smile on his face, he’s dressed in a tactical vest, fatigues, and a black belt around his waist. Oblivious to everything around him, he doesn’t notice the camera operator slowly approach the entryway. A hand reaches forward to creak the door open, and inside we see Kenzie mid-speech at a podium in front of over thirty men, women, and non-binary people all seated in comfortable cushioned folding chairs and wearing the same tactical gear as the guard.
Kenzie: -- and tonight, it’s the culmination of all we’ve worked so hard to accomplish. It’s our first big test. Rayven Hardy thinks she’s better than us — better than you, might I add. To hear her tell it, you’re pitiful. You don’t have the privileges she’s been afforded all her life, so she sees you all as common street trash at the feet of her ivory tower paid for by her wrestling royal family. Well, you weren’t meant to be common. We were meant to be comets, darting across space and time leaving indelible marks as we crash into everything. We leave a crater in our wake, waking up everybody who settled for mediocrity. We’re meteors, destined to control the stars and choose our fates in whatever outlets we choose, We’re the sons and daughters of adversity, the wives and husbands of hardship, and now the moms and dads of--
The leader of The Inspired stops herself when she notices the camera operator peaking into the room. Kenzie snarls right before she points in their direction.
Kenzie: Guards! Grab him! And take his camera!
The woman’s voice has a high vocal register, screeching with frustration as two people from the crowd apprehend the camera operator and rip his recording device from his hands. One of them makes sure to point the recorder at the backstage crew member who pleads his innocence. His mouth is taped shut while his wrists and ankles are tied with white rope. Shoved down, he’s set on his knees beside another kneeling member of The Inspired who seems to be getting punished at the back of the room as well.
Now the Inspired member wielding the camera aimlessly searches the room to see Michael Marou in his seat, dressed in the same tactical vest as everybody else in the room. Then, with a chaotic shake of the camera, we notice Marisol Vilaró is seated in a chair as well. Finally, a short glimpse of two others - one smaller and one much larger - shows for the briefest of seconds as the new camera operator tries to point the camera to the front of the room towards Kenzie behind the podium. The view isn’t steady, bobbing gently up and down all the while.
Kenzie: This is a private seminar! I don’t just give these speeches for free! Goddamn it!!
She looks frazzled, ruffling her hair as she struts back and forth with anger in her eyes right before she looks back at the camera with a lidded look of indifference.
Kenzie: This whole peeping tom incident sapped all of the mental energy. I was so energized, too. My motivation was through the roof, and then that guy had to ruin it! What makes him entitled to listen to what I have to say, huh?! What makes anybody entitled to listen to what I have to say to my people in private?! Can’t a girl just be herself for five minutes without it needing to be televised for content?! Don’t I sacrifice enough for you in that ring week after week?! Are my tweets not good enough?! Are my matches not good enough?!
Kenzie pauses as she starts to think aloud.
Kenzie: Am I not good enough…?
Her hazel eyes travel across everybody else in her assembled group, including the two men tied up in the back.
Kenzie: You always need more, don’t you…?
The older Rydell sister’s eyes darken as her expression starts to look much more crazed.
Kenzie: Then I’ll give you more. I’ll give you more than you can handle. I’ll shove myself down your throat ‘til I’m the undisputed star of Liberty Pro if that’s what’ll satiate you, and I’ll stomp the lights out of anybody who thinks they’re better than me!! I mean, what makes Rayven so special?! What makes her think she’s better than me?! She’s wrong!! She’s wrong!!! She’s wrong!!!!
With deep breathing exercises, Kenzie’s face is a pitch too red as she tries to calm herself down.
Kenzie: Thank you for coming to my KenzTalk. Now shut the camera off!!
[/i]. I took Helena Noir's best, Kaia Granger's best, Sparrow's best, I took Freedom's best... and I laid 'em down, one... by one... by one. If I don't walk out of here tonight with this here title, then salute to Scotty or Emery 'cause what happens inside that cage won't come easy. But let me also say this. I don't plan on bein' a gracious loser. Why don't I plan on bein' gracious? 'Cause I don't plan on losin', period. I may walk out of that cage under my own power. I may need help walkin' out of there. But I plan on walkin' out of that thing still YOUR Freedom Champion. It's still the top of the year. Most people? They're tryna losin' about 15-20 pounds around the waist. Me?Backstage in the Barclays Center, a burly young man no older than twenty-five years old stands in front of a door with a brand new Samsung tablet in his hands. He swipes and pokes at the screen while playful, happy music comes out of its speakers. Though the man has a jovial smile on his face, he’s dressed in a tactical vest, fatigues, and a black belt around his waist. Oblivious to everything around him, he doesn’t notice the camera operator slowly approach the entryway. A hand reaches forward to creak the door open, and inside we see Kenzie mid-speech at a podium in front of over thirty men, women, and non-binary people all seated in comfortable cushioned folding chairs and wearing the same tactical gear as the guard.
Kenzie: -- and tonight, it’s the culmination of all we’ve worked so hard to accomplish. It’s our first big test. Rayven Hardy thinks she’s better than us — better than you, might I add. To hear her tell it, you’re pitiful. You don’t have the privileges she’s been afforded all her life, so she sees you all as common street trash at the feet of her ivory tower paid for by her wrestling royal family. Well, you weren’t meant to be common. We were meant to be comets, darting across space and time leaving indelible marks as we crash into everything. We leave a crater in our wake, waking up everybody who settled for mediocrity. We’re meteors, destined to control the stars and choose our fates in whatever outlets we choose, We’re the sons and daughters of adversity, the wives and husbands of hardship, and now the moms and dads of--
The leader of The Inspired stops herself when she notices the camera operator peaking into the room. Kenzie snarls right before she points in their direction.
Kenzie: Guards! Grab him! And take his camera!
The woman’s voice has a high vocal register, screeching with frustration as two people from the crowd apprehend the camera operator and rip his recording device from his hands. One of them makes sure to point the recorder at the backstage crew member who pleads his innocence. His mouth is taped shut while his wrists and ankles are tied with white rope. Shoved down, he’s set on his knees beside another kneeling member of The Inspired who seems to be getting punished at the back of the room as well.
Now the Inspired member wielding the camera aimlessly searches the room to see Michael Marou in his seat, dressed in the same tactical vest as everybody else in the room. Then, with a chaotic shake of the camera, we notice Marisol Vilaró is seated in a chair as well. Finally, a short glimpse of two others - one smaller and one much larger - shows for the briefest of seconds as the new camera operator tries to point the camera to the front of the room towards Kenzie behind the podium. The view isn’t steady, bobbing gently up and down all the while.
Kenzie: This is a private seminar! I don’t just give these speeches for free! Goddamn it!!
She looks frazzled, ruffling her hair as she struts back and forth with anger in her eyes right before she looks back at the camera with a lidded look of indifference.
Kenzie: This whole peeping tom incident sapped all of the mental energy. I was so energized, too. My motivation was through the roof, and then that guy had to ruin it! What makes him entitled to listen to what I have to say, huh?! What makes anybody entitled to listen to what I have to say to my people in private?! Can’t a girl just be herself for five minutes without it needing to be televised for content?! Don’t I sacrifice enough for you in that ring week after week?! Are my tweets not good enough?! Are my matches not good enough?!
Kenzie pauses as she starts to think aloud.
Kenzie: Am I not good enough…?
Her hazel eyes travel across everybody else in her assembled group, including the two men tied up in the back.
Kenzie: You always need more, don’t you…?
The older Rydell sister’s eyes darken as her expression starts to look much more crazed.
Kenzie: Then I’ll give you more. I’ll give you more than you can handle. I’ll shove myself down your throat ‘til I’m the undisputed star of Liberty Pro if that’s what’ll satiate you, and I’ll stomp the lights out of anybody who thinks they’re better than me!! I mean, what makes Rayven so special?! What makes her think she’s better than me?! She’s wrong!! She’s wrong!!! She’s wrong!!!!
With deep breathing exercises, Kenzie’s face is a pitch too red as she tries to calm herself down.
Kenzie: Thank you for coming to my KenzTalk. Now shut the camera off!!
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Dante Locke stretching out in his locker room, warming up a bit before his big match with Jack Graves. To his left was his girlfriend, Blyss Lockhart, who had a tough loss from the night before but she seemed to be taking it well, focusing on the match ahead that Dante was about to have. Locke finished up his routine before standing up and walking over to Blyss.
Dante Locke: Hey babe? I think it might be best if I go out there on my own tonight. It’s not that I don’t want you there, it’s just that I don’t want to give that fat fuck redneck any excuses for when I put him in the hospital, you know?
Blyss turned to him with a concerned look.
Blyss Lockhart: Are you sure? What if he tries something? At least if I’m out there, I can look out for you. Or maybe not him but that little shit Syn wanna be funny again or something. I can make sure no one disturbs your focus.
Dante shook his head.
Dante Locke: Nah, she got what she wanted… She burned me up a bit and last night she fucking shaved Lily’s head. I don’t expect anything from her at the moment. But Jack? He needs to be taught a lesson. He thinks that this is some kind of a game but he has no idea what a street fight is. He has NO idea what a no holds barred fight like this is, you know? Before I was a professional wrestler, I was an underground fighter in New York and in Thailand. I have REAL training. I’m a real, legit threat. Jack just wants to talk shit and live it up. But he’s going to learn real soon that this isn’t fun and games. I gotta do it alone. You get that, right?
Blyss nodded and got real quiet. Then she leaned in to hold his face in her hands.
Blyss Lockhart: I do, completely. And I know with you, Jack has zero chance in this fight. I know exactly what you’re capable of. What you can do in there and what you’ve proven so far is just the tip of the iceberg. Jack has no idea what he’s about to face tonight.
She gave him a quick peck and smiled.
Blyss Lockhart: And I know you got this. So I’ll stay here and wait for you.
Dante smiled back and nodded.
Dante Locke: Knowing that you’ll be back here waiting for me will give me the motivation I need to go out there, kick ass and get back to you. I got this. See you soon, alright?
Dante gives Blyss a quick kiss before leaving their shared locker room.
We cut backstage to Dante Locke stretching out in his locker room, warming up a bit before his big match with Jack Graves. To his left was his girlfriend, Blyss Lockhart, who had a tough loss from the night before but she seemed to be taking it well, focusing on the match ahead that Dante was about to have. Locke finished up his routine before standing up and walking over to Blyss.
Dante Locke: Hey babe? I think it might be best if I go out there on my own tonight. It’s not that I don’t want you there, it’s just that I don’t want to give that fat fuck redneck any excuses for when I put him in the hospital, you know?
Blyss turned to him with a concerned look.
Blyss Lockhart: Are you sure? What if he tries something? At least if I’m out there, I can look out for you. Or maybe not him but that little shit Syn wanna be funny again or something. I can make sure no one disturbs your focus.
Dante shook his head.
Dante Locke: Nah, she got what she wanted… She burned me up a bit and last night she fucking shaved Lily’s head. I don’t expect anything from her at the moment. But Jack? He needs to be taught a lesson. He thinks that this is some kind of a game but he has no idea what a street fight is. He has NO idea what a no holds barred fight like this is, you know? Before I was a professional wrestler, I was an underground fighter in New York and in Thailand. I have REAL training. I’m a real, legit threat. Jack just wants to talk shit and live it up. But he’s going to learn real soon that this isn’t fun and games. I gotta do it alone. You get that, right?
Blyss nodded and got real quiet. Then she leaned in to hold his face in her hands.
Blyss Lockhart: I do, completely. And I know with you, Jack has zero chance in this fight. I know exactly what you’re capable of. What you can do in there and what you’ve proven so far is just the tip of the iceberg. Jack has no idea what he’s about to face tonight.
She gave him a quick peck and smiled.
Blyss Lockhart: And I know you got this. So I’ll stay here and wait for you.
Dante smiled back and nodded.
Dante Locke: Knowing that you’ll be back here waiting for me will give me the motivation I need to go out there, kick ass and get back to you. I got this. See you soon, alright?
Dante gives Blyss a quick kiss before leaving their shared locker room.
MATCH SIX: STREET FIGHT
Dante Locke vs Jack Graves
Dante Locke vs Jack Graves
| RECAP “Outlaws and Outsiders” by Cory Marks begins to play, and “Gentleman” Jack Graves makes his way through the curtains for the first pay per view match of his career. The fans come to life as he steps out on the stage with a mini-cooler and he immediately takes off his cowboy hat, sending it sailing into the crowd like a frisbee. Jack then starts air mailing cans of beer to fans that he is certain are of legal drinking age. He’s surprisingly accurate too, hitting them all with practiced skill. Once all the cans are gone, Graves turns to a nearby camera to say “Move over Tannehill. I’m trying out for the squad next season.” before continuing down the ramp with a grin. He only gets halfway toward the ring though, before Dante Locke comes barreling through the curtain like a bat out of hell. “The HellHound” closes the distance on his new found enemy in the blink of an eye and Graves is struck from behind with a Kendo Stick shot to the back/back of the head that echoes out through the arena. The crowd erupts in a collective “OOOOOH” as Graves goes down to a knee and grabs at his stinging back where a welt is already appearing from the attack. The music cuts, and Dante stays on the attack, battering Jack to the ground with repeated Kendo stick shots, each harder than the last. This continues on until the Kendo stick literally explodes into fragmented pieces across Graves’ back, littering the ramp with debris. Jack tries to push himself up to his feet, clearly in pain, as Locke circles him to a rain of boos from the crowd. Dante extends a middle finger, and actually SPITS on Graves as the camera at the end of the ramp picks up on Locke yelling at Jack, taunting him. “GET UP YOU TUBBY REDNECK PIECE OF TRASH. YOU DON’T BELONG HERE. I TOLD YOU. I’M SENDING YOU HOME. BYE BYE!” A soccer kick to the ribs of Graves lands solid, dropping him back down to the cold steel of the entrance ramp. More boos rain down from the crowd and Dante soaks it up, enjoying every second of the lesson he’s teaching the new guy who put his nose where it didn’t belong. He outstretches his arms, turning his back on Graves as he panders to the crowd. “WHO’S THE “TOY SOLDIER” NOW?! HUH?! HUH?!” This mistake gives Jack time to finally push himself up to his feet. As Dante turns back around to continue his assault, he’s lifted clean off his feet and slammed down hard with a spinebuster to the unforgiving steel ramp. Graves doesn’t skip a beat however, hopping into an MMA full mount position to start dropping huge punches and elbows to the head of Dante Locke in bloodthirsty fashion. The fans are going wild as Jack unloads a barrage of ground and pound shots on Dante for spitting on him, but without warning Graves pops up to his feet once more to pull Dante vertical by his hair and drag him down the ramp toward the ring. The two of them stop short though as Dante begins to fight back! He spins and drives a punch into the jaw of Graves to break his grip on his hair, and then delivers another follow up elbow strike to the side of Jack’s head, stunning him. Jack staggers a bit, and Dante begins unloading with a barrage of strikes of his own. He caps off the combo of punches to the head and body of the Tennesean with a roundhouse kick to the same ribs he soccer kicked earlier. What he doesn’t expect however, is Jack to catch his leg mid-kick and quickly pull him in close to turn the kick into a leg capture exploder suplex that ragdolls Dante through the air, over the ropes, and into the ring from the floor in an amazing feat of strength. The crowd goes bananas, and rightfully so, starting a “HOLY SHIT” chant as Jack climbs into the ring. Locke is using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet across the ring, and the two of them pause for a moment, locking eyes as the ref signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell, officially starting the match. Jack removes his denim vest and tosses it outside the ring, before motioning for Dante to “come get some”. The two men charge forward to meet in the center of the ring, locking up in a powerful collar and elbow tie up. Dante puts up a good fight, but the strength of Graves overwhelms him, and Dante is quickly backed against the ropes. Locke gets a little heated about being overpowered, and he throws a short elbow that clips Jack on the jaw and makes him take a step back. Dante advances, landing another closed hand shot to the jaw of Gentleman Jack. He fires one more, and Jack has it scouted enough to evade it and use the momentum to Irish whip Dante across the ring. Locke rebounds off the ropes, and so does Jack, but parallel to him on his left side instead of head on. The two meet in the middle, and Jack once again uses the momentum to lift and spin Dante and himself into a sit-out tilt-a-whirl slam. Jack covers, hooking Dante’s leg. 1.. 2. KICKOUT. Dante gets a shoulder up just after the two count, and Jack shakes his head, pushing himself back up to his feet. The crowd is behind Graves as he reaches down to lift Dante back vertical. However, Locke is crafty and rolls Jack up into a sneaky inside cradle pin attempt! He grabs on to Jack’s jeans for leverage as a dirty tactic, but anything is legal in a street fight! 1.. 2.. Jack EXPLODES out of the pin, and both men pop up to their feet. Jack charges at Dante with a full head of steam, looking to level him with a lariat, but Dante drops and grabs the ropes, sending Jack tumbling outside to the floor. Graves rolls to his feet with an impressive recovery, but The Hellhound is quicker. As Jack looks back up at the ring, Dante runs across the length of the apron to gather speed, and flies through the air to connect his knee into the head of Graves with the Vestibule of Hell! Jack hits the ground like a sack of bricks, and Dante scrambles over to roll him and go for a pin, taking advantage of the “falls count anywhere” rules of a Street Fight. It looks like Jack might be done here. 1… 2… Unbelievably, Jack kicks out at two again and the crowd comes unglued once more. “This is awesome!” chants begin to fill the arena, and Dante Locke has had enough. He begins to scream at the fans to shut the fuck up, as he struggles to bring Jack back to his feet in his weakened state. After a moment, he abandons trying to deadlift the larger man, and just drops him back down to the floor face first. Jack appears to still be out, and his face bounces off the floor to the amusement of Dante Locke, who points and laughs. Locke then moves over to kick the top portion of the ring steps off the base, and he brings them over to the downed Jack Graves. At first, it looks as though he might smash the head of his foe into the floor with them as he raises them into the air, but he shakes his head “no” and puts them down once more to pace back and forth for a moment. After he’s taken a moment to analyze the situation, a devious smile spreads across Dante’s lips as he formulates a truly wicked plan to not only put Graves away, but hopefully send him to the hospital. Dragging the now stirring big man over to the steps, Dante secures the underhook front facelock and drops Jack Graves face first onto the steel steps with “Straight to Hell!” The crowd damn near goes silent, as the ref and a few of the medical staff come in to attend to Graves. Dante isn’t having it though, as he shoves everyone out of the way, and rolls Jack over to make a cover. The ref is hesitant to count at first but Dante screams at him, his face turning red in anger as he threatens the ref’s family. The ref slides into place and begins the count. 1.. 2.. THR– NO! JACK GRAVES KICKS OUT! The building erupts, and Dante can’t believe it. He stands and runs his fingers through his hair in astonishment, as he stares at the downed man. Jack begins to stir, crawling toward the apron to pull himself to his feet. The camera gets a shot of his face, and he’s wearing a crimson mask from being spiked on the ring steps. He wipes away the blood from his eyes, and spits a stream of blood at Dante, giving him the sign of his people by extending his middle finger. Dante is livid! He comes charging toward Graves full speed, but he’s met by the bigger, former Defensive End slamming into him with a shoulder block from hell. Dante is turned inside out like he was hit by a runaway freight train, and Graves pops back to his feet whoopin’ and hollerin’ as he tears off his black “Outlaw Shit” Tank top to wipe the blood from his face. Graves stalks forward, wrapping the tattered, now bloody, bits of the shirt around Dante’s throat to choke him with them. He then uses the fabric to lift Dante to his feet, drag him over to the ring, and deposit him back inside once more. Jack once again tries to climb into the ring, but Dante pops up and hits Jack with a calf kick while he’s on the apron to stun him. Jack topples through the ropes and into the ring, scrambling to his feet on wobbly legs! Dante seizes the moment, and he rushes forward to grab Graves’ arm, looking to lock in Dante’s Inferno! It’s a battle of strength here, as the two men fight for position. Suddenly, Jack roars to life with a surge of power, and muscles out of the Kimura attempt, rotating out, and spinning Dante right into a haymaker strike from the “gentleman’s” BRASS KNUCKLES that he’d slipped on discreetly in the tussle! Locke is IMMEDIATELY busted open from the shot, and he crashes to the canvas like a sack of potatoes, out like a light. Jack wastes no time going for the double tap though. He closes the distance, clutching Dante by his throat to DEADLIFT him off the ground and into the air. Graves stalls, hovering Locke in the air for a moment with all the energy he has left. His arm can be seen shaking as he legitimately ROARS at the crowd, suspending Dante in the air by his throat like he’s swinging from the gallows. The fans respond in kind with a roar of their own, just as Graves drops Dante across his knee for the Hangman’s Call Chokeslam Backbreaker. Locke is folded like an omelette as he crashes across Jack’s knee, and Graves makes the cover right away. 1… 2… 3! WINNER Jack Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 25:12 FINISHING MOVE Hangman’s Call Chokeslam Backbreaker POST MATCH The crowd comes unglued as the bell sounds, but both men stay down on the mat as the EMT crew comes in to attend to them. After a few moments, Graves is able to make it back to his feet, and he watches with a smirk as they help Locke out of the ring and up the ramp. Jack stumbles a bit, keeping himself upright with the ropes as he has his hand raised into the air by the referee to another loud pop from the crowd. |
BACKSTAGE
We go backstage where we see Rayven Hardy dressed in black and gold ring gear.
RAYVEN HARDY: Tonight is the culmination of weeks of built up frustration, anger, and disappointment. It seems that every time I turned my head, Kenzie Rydell was there to either cheat me out of something or try to sell me on some sort of influence. At first it was annoying, but as the weeks have gone by, it's become clear that she's out to sabotage my career. Why? Maybe it's because she's already done a damn good job of sabotaging her own. Lets go back in time, to where Kenzie was one of the most loved and respected wrestlers in the world. The fans loved her, we were friends, she had so much potential. And then she let her own personal demons which aren't even worth mentioning get in the way of her taking that next step to the next level. Normally that wouldn't be any of my business, but you let it play out for the world to see, and it was sad. Then, you pulled your disappearing act.
Your career could have been over. Maybe it should have been. But then?
Ray smiles a little.
RAYVEN HARDY: You were given another opportunity, and what did you do with it? Instead of making a positive impact, you chose to debut here by kicking me in the head and costing me a chance at the Freedom championship. You've explained why, but I think anyone with a brain can see through that and we know that it's BS. You weren't trying to inspire me or anyone else, you were trying to take the spotlight for yourself. Well this is what you wanted, right? A chance to be in a marquee match, a chance at redemption, and a chance to prove to yourself that you're far from done. Then do it.
Rayven rubs her hands together as she ponders what to say next.
RAYVEN HARDY: I don't want the Kenzie Rydell who needs to cheat to win tonight. I don't want the Kenzie Rydell who relies on outside interference. And I certainly don't want the Kenzie Rydell who disappears before the bell. I want the Kenzie Rydell that was on pace to become one of the all time greats before she got in her own way. And I want the Kenzie Rydell who can admit her own flaws when the dust settles. I'm here to be a champion, to make my family proud, and to continue living my dream. I'm truly blessed to be able to do what I love for a living, and Kenz? I'm not letting you take my joy from me any longer. If you want to be bitter, and you want to lie to yourself about inspiring others to make you feel good? You do you. But I think the sooner you open your eyes and realize that you're living a lie? That's the moment that we'll all see the Kenzie Rydell that you SHOULD be right now.
She stares directly into the camera.
RAYVEN HARDY: If that doesn't inspire you? I don't know what will.
With that, Hardy begins walking towards the ring for her much anticipated showdown with Kenzie!
We go backstage where we see Rayven Hardy dressed in black and gold ring gear.
RAYVEN HARDY: Tonight is the culmination of weeks of built up frustration, anger, and disappointment. It seems that every time I turned my head, Kenzie Rydell was there to either cheat me out of something or try to sell me on some sort of influence. At first it was annoying, but as the weeks have gone by, it's become clear that she's out to sabotage my career. Why? Maybe it's because she's already done a damn good job of sabotaging her own. Lets go back in time, to where Kenzie was one of the most loved and respected wrestlers in the world. The fans loved her, we were friends, she had so much potential. And then she let her own personal demons which aren't even worth mentioning get in the way of her taking that next step to the next level. Normally that wouldn't be any of my business, but you let it play out for the world to see, and it was sad. Then, you pulled your disappearing act.
Your career could have been over. Maybe it should have been. But then?
Ray smiles a little.
RAYVEN HARDY: You were given another opportunity, and what did you do with it? Instead of making a positive impact, you chose to debut here by kicking me in the head and costing me a chance at the Freedom championship. You've explained why, but I think anyone with a brain can see through that and we know that it's BS. You weren't trying to inspire me or anyone else, you were trying to take the spotlight for yourself. Well this is what you wanted, right? A chance to be in a marquee match, a chance at redemption, and a chance to prove to yourself that you're far from done. Then do it.
Rayven rubs her hands together as she ponders what to say next.
RAYVEN HARDY: I don't want the Kenzie Rydell who needs to cheat to win tonight. I don't want the Kenzie Rydell who relies on outside interference. And I certainly don't want the Kenzie Rydell who disappears before the bell. I want the Kenzie Rydell that was on pace to become one of the all time greats before she got in her own way. And I want the Kenzie Rydell who can admit her own flaws when the dust settles. I'm here to be a champion, to make my family proud, and to continue living my dream. I'm truly blessed to be able to do what I love for a living, and Kenz? I'm not letting you take my joy from me any longer. If you want to be bitter, and you want to lie to yourself about inspiring others to make you feel good? You do you. But I think the sooner you open your eyes and realize that you're living a lie? That's the moment that we'll all see the Kenzie Rydell that you SHOULD be right now.
She stares directly into the camera.
RAYVEN HARDY: If that doesn't inspire you? I don't know what will.
With that, Hardy begins walking towards the ring for her much anticipated showdown with Kenzie!
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Clark: Everyone knows someone like Max Cerrano. That person who is really good at what he does, but isn’t humble about it at all, and you know what? There’s nothing wrong with being proud of what you can do. Of working really hard to learn a skill, or improve the ones you have. To strive. To reach for goals, and when you achieve them? That feeling is something amazing. Incomparable, really.
Brianna Leigh Clark is ready, just waiting to go down to the ringside area for her headliner match against the Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano. Her gear is looking top of the line fresh, holographic little flames and stars on a black background, and while her expression is a lot more grim than we’re used to seeing from BLC, she still looks confident, looks prepared for tonight.
Brianna Clark: But then there’s Cerrano and he’s… yeah. He’s good, he’s really good. He might even be as good as he thinks he is. But that’s not pride, what he has. He’s full on arrogant, and he’s decided that as Gotham Champion, as the King, the man occupying this territory in his own words? That rules don’t apply to him. That he can do whatever he wants, can talk down about anyone he wants, because clearly he’s superior than they are.
Brianna Clark: I told them what it would be like, before we had that match. The one he sat in judgment of us on, over at the commentary table. I wasn’t disappointed, because I was right. Thing is, that’s a hell of a thing to be right about. Max Cerrano is a man who defies expectations, but he also believes that because he’s superior that he doesn’t need to change. He isn’t reaching for a goal, he is the goal.
She holds up her hands, palms forward towards the camera before shaking her head, the light winking off the little gold stars sewn into the ponytail holders that are keeping her hair up in those cute space buns she likes to wrestle in.
Brianna Clark: This man is my unicorn, you know? I remember how badly he talked down to me during the semi-finals to even win the Gotham Championship that first time. I remember how he talked down to me, at me, even, when I clawed my way back up to face him for it again. That feeling of immense disappointment in myself when I failed that second time, too. There’s no hell quite like being aware that you’re capable of doing something, and then you can’t do that thing.
Brianna Clark: That’s why I’m going to apologize to the other champions that work hard here in Liberty. To the ones holding or held. Right now? None of what you have interests me as much as what Cerrano holds. People have come to me, expressing support. People whose opinions I honestly care about. It means the whole world that they do.
She holds up her hands and makes a heart shape towards the camera, her smile warm for a few seconds before she drops both hands and that smile.
Brianna Clark: You made me doubt myself, and I can forgive almost anything but that. See you out there, “Champ”.
Brianna Clark: Everyone knows someone like Max Cerrano. That person who is really good at what he does, but isn’t humble about it at all, and you know what? There’s nothing wrong with being proud of what you can do. Of working really hard to learn a skill, or improve the ones you have. To strive. To reach for goals, and when you achieve them? That feeling is something amazing. Incomparable, really.
Brianna Leigh Clark is ready, just waiting to go down to the ringside area for her headliner match against the Gotham Champion, Max Cerrano. Her gear is looking top of the line fresh, holographic little flames and stars on a black background, and while her expression is a lot more grim than we’re used to seeing from BLC, she still looks confident, looks prepared for tonight.
Brianna Clark: But then there’s Cerrano and he’s… yeah. He’s good, he’s really good. He might even be as good as he thinks he is. But that’s not pride, what he has. He’s full on arrogant, and he’s decided that as Gotham Champion, as the King, the man occupying this territory in his own words? That rules don’t apply to him. That he can do whatever he wants, can talk down about anyone he wants, because clearly he’s superior than they are.
Brianna Clark: I told them what it would be like, before we had that match. The one he sat in judgment of us on, over at the commentary table. I wasn’t disappointed, because I was right. Thing is, that’s a hell of a thing to be right about. Max Cerrano is a man who defies expectations, but he also believes that because he’s superior that he doesn’t need to change. He isn’t reaching for a goal, he is the goal.
She holds up her hands, palms forward towards the camera before shaking her head, the light winking off the little gold stars sewn into the ponytail holders that are keeping her hair up in those cute space buns she likes to wrestle in.
Brianna Clark: This man is my unicorn, you know? I remember how badly he talked down to me during the semi-finals to even win the Gotham Championship that first time. I remember how he talked down to me, at me, even, when I clawed my way back up to face him for it again. That feeling of immense disappointment in myself when I failed that second time, too. There’s no hell quite like being aware that you’re capable of doing something, and then you can’t do that thing.
Brianna Clark: That’s why I’m going to apologize to the other champions that work hard here in Liberty. To the ones holding or held. Right now? None of what you have interests me as much as what Cerrano holds. People have come to me, expressing support. People whose opinions I honestly care about. It means the whole world that they do.
She holds up her hands and makes a heart shape towards the camera, her smile warm for a few seconds before she drops both hands and that smile.
Brianna Clark: You made me doubt myself, and I can forgive almost anything but that. See you out there, “Champ”.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Kenzie vs Rayven Hardy
Kenzie vs Rayven Hardy
| RECAP The match between Kenzie and Rayven Hardy was about to be underway as the two stood across from each other in the ring, their eyes meeting each other intensely. Ringside was Jack Graves on commentary, standing by with his crowbar and a beer in the other hand, in case any of Kenzie’s Inspired people try to start anything crazy. The bell soon rang and Kenzie rolled under the ropes and exited the ring, playing games with Rayven. Ray wasn’t having it, and she rolled out of the ring to give chase but Kenzie rolled in. When Ray tried to get back into the ring, Kenzie stomped on the back of her head. Kenzie stomped on her a few times until the referee made her back off. Rayven tried to get up but Kenzie pounced right back on top of her and she was relentless, yelling at Rayven that she will be inspired by her, no matter what it takes. Rayven pushed Kenzie off of her and tried to get up again but Kenzie took her right down with a step-up enzuigiri! Kenzie pinned Ray but Hardy kicked out after two. Kenzie started to slap Rayven in the head, telling her to follow her but Rayven wasn’t having it. The breaking point came when Kenzie told Rayven that she wouldn’t be an inspiration to her baby if she didn’t start listening to her. The young Hardy suddenly had fire in her eyes and she speared Kenzie down to the floor. She then began to wail on her with lefts and rights and Rayven showed a much aggressive side to her! It’s one thing to talk about her but her child? That’s a different story! Rayven hit Kenzie with closed handed fists and the referee counted to four and warned her but Rayven pushed the referee away! Rayven then got up and the referee warned her. Rayven took a deep breath and apologized but BANG! Kenzie raked Rayven in the eyes and then hit her with a legsweep DDT. Kenzie went to go for the pin but Rayven countered her into a roll up! It’s a two count but Kenzie kicks out. When they got to their feet, Rayven superkicked Kenzie in the chin!!! Rayven then hit the top ropes, she looked to end this match early with her Skittle Star Press but out of the crowd came Michael Marou! He hopped the barricade and Jack Graves was about to get up to assist but Rayven saw him coming and she LEAPED OFF OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Rayven took Marou out with a body splash! Jack shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his beer before he kicked his feet back up on the announcer desk and enjoyed the show. Rayven was taken out by her own move and as she recovered, Kenzie exited the ring with an unnerving smile on her face and began to call Marou a fool! A clown! She screamed that he wasn’t worthy to be inspired and she picked him up and dropped him with a cutter, effectively cutting ties with him and this caused the fans to boo and jeer Kenzie even more than before. Rayven shoved Kenzie from behind, sending her into the ringpost. Ray then slid Kenzie into the ring and then got into the ring herself. Kenzie stood up and the two battled back and forth for a couple of minutes here without interruption, trading punches and reversal maneuvers. Both of these women showed that they were highly skilled but once again, Rayven took the lead when she dropped Kenzie with a slingblade but she collided with the referee when it happened! Now Marisol came from out of the backstage area! She slid into the ring and Jack got up to try and stop her but he was slowed down from his street fight that just happened with Dante. Marisol got into the ring and tackled Rayven down. The two women fought back and forth but Ray threw Marisol out of the ring and then caught her breath. Marisol went to get back into the ring to help Kenzie but NO! Jack slammed his crowbar into Marisol’s gut and she doubled over. Jack then grabbed her and deciminated her with The Hangman’s Call (Chokeslam Backbreaker)! Rayven looked outside of the ring and gave Jack a nod, being grateful for the act that he just did. Jack then tried to point out to Rayven to look behind her but it was too late! It was Ricky Rodriguez and his massive bodyguard who appeared after his match with Carli Davis, Big Ass Bobby! Big Ass Bobby grabbed Rayven from behind and nailed her with a German suplex, suplexing Rayven onto Ricky’s shoulders in one fluid motion into a Real Style (Burning Hammer setup into a lifting knee) finisher! Rayven is knocked out! Ricky and Bobby then quickly exit the ring and run up the ramp with Jack Graves chasing them with his crowbar in hand and his beer in the other, somehow not spilling the beer while running! He really is a gentleman! Back to the action in the ring though! Kenzie had an almost psychotic smile on her face as she saw everything that went down and Rayven is now out. Kenzie dropped down and pinned Ray and the referee just came to! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!!! RAYVEN KICKED OUT!!! Rayven Hardy is showing her heart and determination despite all the odds against her! Kenzie absolutely can’t believe it and she backed into the turnbuckle and waited for Rayven to begin to stir. Rayven was near the turnbuckle across and she pulled herself up with the ropes and once she did, Kenzie charged and completely obliterated Rayven with "Blinding Arrow" (running corner front dropkick)! Rayven dropped down like a sack of potatoes and Kenzie was quick to pin this time! ONE! TWO! THREE-WAIT! NO! Rayven’s foot was on the ropes and the referee caught it!!! Kenzie couldn't believe it as she placed her hands on her head. She shook her head and yelled that Rayven WILL be inspired and so will her child, whether she liked it or not! Kenzie backed up into the corner again and waited for Rayven to stir and when she did, Kenzie charged and went for another Blinding Arrow but Rayven dropped down and dodged it and it can’t be entirely sure if it was awareness or just plain out exhaustion! But Kenzie ended up eating the turnbuckle! Kenzie was dazed and Rayven charged her and took her out with a spear. The two were then laid out for almost the ten count but as the referee got to nine, Kenzie and Rayven both began to trade blows. Kenzie began to get the lead in the ordeal and then went for a clothesline but Rayven ducked it and was behind Kenzie. She then grabbed her head and took her out with Sleeperhold Drop (Leads to Skittle Star press)! Kenzie was down! The fans were going nuts as Hardy looked up at the turnbuckle. She climbed up it and then took a deep breath before leaping off! BANG! Skittle Star Press (Shooting star press) off the top turnbuckle! Rayven pinned Kenzie! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! The bell rang and Rayven was announced the winner. She did it, against all the odds, Rayven Hardy won and proved that she could hang with anything thrown at her. Kenzie also gave it her all and though she came up short, she is clearly far from causing havoc, as she now has a group to help her with it. Jack Graves made his way to the ring gingerly, beer in hand, and he slid into the ring, still not spilling that damned beer, before he grabbed Rayven’s hand and held it in the air. A flood of emotions ran through Rayven’s face before she looked at Jack in exhaustion and thanked him. WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 26:12 FINISHING MOVE Skittle Star Press |
BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer as usual alone is sitting down. He looks as if a lot of stuff is going through his head at the moment as he pulls out his cell phone. He touches the screen a couple of times then turns it to the camera.
Scotty Latimer: This is the reason why I am here. This is my motivation. Not to get cheered, or booed, or for the fight and that rush...this here is my rush. This is my life.
On the screen is a picture of his wife Carter Latimer and their daughter Emma. It was just them two Scotty was not in the picture.
Scotty Latimer: Look I get it, everyone does what they do for their loved ones. I am noy breaking new ground on that. I am not asking for anyone to cheer me on or say man that Scotty Layimer guy is such a good man because that just isn't true. I'm not a good guy, I don't wear a white hat ... .but the moment these two came into my life, especially my little girl….it made me want to be better.
Scotty puts the phone down on his leg.
Scotty Latimer: You want to know why I put so much out there when I get in that ring? It's because I am on borrowed time, and I need to do this, and accomplish what I want to accomplish before that comes where I am carried out of a professional wrestling ring for the last time. I need to make those two ladies proud and feel secure and content that when I am out of this business, and the way I go in that ring, and what I put myself through, it's borrowed time. I know it, they might not agree and neither will you fans but I know it. So I have to succeed. Is it for a legacy? Nah...I don't care about that. I used to think that...but its not.
Scotty keeps staring into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: It's for when my daughter grows up and gets married she can brag what her daddy accomplished and be proud. Its for my wife to look at me and said he did what he vowed to do when I said the words I Do and under the eyes of God Almighty Himself promised to honor, love, provide and protect her that she says my husband did that. He kept his promise, and this is how I do it...I fight. I give it my all, and I do it for them. Tonight inside that steel cage it's going to be the same Scotty Latimer, ready to fight, do what is necessary to accomplish a goal. To become the Freedom Champion. Because I have to win. Failure for me is not an option. Not now.
Scotty jumps up.
Scotty Latimer: All bets are off man. Emery Lawton and TJ Techniques. I respect you both, but tonight you are inside a confined space with metal everywhere and in there with you is the Rogue Nightmare who in his mind has everything to lose. You’re literally going to have to survive. Not win. Survive. Whoever walks out with the title will be the survivor. I hope you both understand what that means. When it's all over...I will be the survivor, and daddy will take his shiny new belt home to Emma to play with.
Scotty Latimer leans in and kisses the camera lense as the scene fades away.
Scotty Latimer as usual alone is sitting down. He looks as if a lot of stuff is going through his head at the moment as he pulls out his cell phone. He touches the screen a couple of times then turns it to the camera.
Scotty Latimer: This is the reason why I am here. This is my motivation. Not to get cheered, or booed, or for the fight and that rush...this here is my rush. This is my life.
On the screen is a picture of his wife Carter Latimer and their daughter Emma. It was just them two Scotty was not in the picture.
Scotty Latimer: Look I get it, everyone does what they do for their loved ones. I am noy breaking new ground on that. I am not asking for anyone to cheer me on or say man that Scotty Layimer guy is such a good man because that just isn't true. I'm not a good guy, I don't wear a white hat ... .but the moment these two came into my life, especially my little girl….it made me want to be better.
Scotty puts the phone down on his leg.
Scotty Latimer: You want to know why I put so much out there when I get in that ring? It's because I am on borrowed time, and I need to do this, and accomplish what I want to accomplish before that comes where I am carried out of a professional wrestling ring for the last time. I need to make those two ladies proud and feel secure and content that when I am out of this business, and the way I go in that ring, and what I put myself through, it's borrowed time. I know it, they might not agree and neither will you fans but I know it. So I have to succeed. Is it for a legacy? Nah...I don't care about that. I used to think that...but its not.
Scotty keeps staring into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: It's for when my daughter grows up and gets married she can brag what her daddy accomplished and be proud. Its for my wife to look at me and said he did what he vowed to do when I said the words I Do and under the eyes of God Almighty Himself promised to honor, love, provide and protect her that she says my husband did that. He kept his promise, and this is how I do it...I fight. I give it my all, and I do it for them. Tonight inside that steel cage it's going to be the same Scotty Latimer, ready to fight, do what is necessary to accomplish a goal. To become the Freedom Champion. Because I have to win. Failure for me is not an option. Not now.
Scotty jumps up.
Scotty Latimer: All bets are off man. Emery Lawton and TJ Techniques. I respect you both, but tonight you are inside a confined space with metal everywhere and in there with you is the Rogue Nightmare who in his mind has everything to lose. You’re literally going to have to survive. Not win. Survive. Whoever walks out with the title will be the survivor. I hope you both understand what that means. When it's all over...I will be the survivor, and daddy will take his shiny new belt home to Emma to play with.
Scotty Latimer leans in and kisses the camera lense as the scene fades away.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage! The Barclays Center, and we’re joined by “The She-King” Emery Layton. She’s pacing, positively shivering, her hands balled up into fists as she fights the goosebumps. Not that we can see said goosebumps- Em is wearing a big red jacket and new red gear she’s picked out for the occasion. It’s a big night. She feels it. We feel it.
Emery Layton: Not gonna lie, people- I’m nervous. I’m jittery. I been like this all day.
She rubs her hands together as she turns directly to us, and speaks with an excitable fast pace.
Emery Layton: A few years ago, I was on top of the world. I was winning belts all over the world. At one point, I had four at the same time. Two of them top titles. Focal point of two different companies at once. Had to lug those heavy old things round, but I did it outta love and pride. Then one day I got told I could never wrestle again. I lost a match which took my career away and then I got told by doctors I couldn’t anyway. I got misdiagnosed and I fought to come back.
I mention this a lot. But it’s only cos it’s taken me a few years to realise what it was. Cos that wasn’t the end. Nah, that was how the next chapter of the story started. The four year fight. The climb. The battle to be who I wanted to be and do what I wanted to do, to get to this point where tonight, I’m standing here challenging for the Freedom Championship in the main event with two of the top talents in all of Liberty Pro. In the world, honestly.
Pausing for a second to catch her breath, she puts her hands on her hips for a few seconds. Calming.
Emery Layton: Y’know every time I hold a title or go for a title, it’s not just cos they’re big shiny ornaments you can put round your waist and show off for decoration. It’s more than that. It’s proof of hard work, know what I mean? It’s funny. In sixteen years, no matter where I went or how much of myself I put into this, I always heard a bunch of people say ‘you shouldn’t be here’ or that I’m not on their level. Cos they’re deluded or they’re prejudiced about my Traveller heritage or they just plain don’t like me. But every time I win one, I prove them wrong. It’s proof that it was worth the pain, worth whatever the hell I was going through at the time. Worth the story that got me there.
As we reach the last stretch, Em once again picks up the pace of her speech. She can’t keep still. She’s talking with her hands as well as pacing backwards and forward, as we follow her.
Emery Layton: Now! I wanna say here, before I get too far into fantasy never never island, that I reckon TJ Techniques has been an absolutely excellent Freedom Champion, and if Scotty Latimer was to win it, he’d carry that legacy. But what I wanna do is make the Freedom Championship THE pinnacle of this entire company. I wanna give opportunities to people who deserve it, I wanna defend it against as many people as I can. I know I got some stiff competition but it’s taken me a long time to get here, so I owe it to myself to try. I owe it to myself, and everyone who ever supported me, everyone who helped me get back to this point in my career.
Emery Layton: I’m fired up. I’m more ready than I’ve been in a while. Teej, Scotty, now more than ever you guys have an Emery Layton problem. Three of us, one cage. Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.
We leave Emery in the corridor. She’s pacing. She’s stretching. As far as she’s concerned more ready than she’s ever been.
Backstage! The Barclays Center, and we’re joined by “The She-King” Emery Layton. She’s pacing, positively shivering, her hands balled up into fists as she fights the goosebumps. Not that we can see said goosebumps- Em is wearing a big red jacket and new red gear she’s picked out for the occasion. It’s a big night. She feels it. We feel it.
Emery Layton: Not gonna lie, people- I’m nervous. I’m jittery. I been like this all day.
She rubs her hands together as she turns directly to us, and speaks with an excitable fast pace.
Emery Layton: A few years ago, I was on top of the world. I was winning belts all over the world. At one point, I had four at the same time. Two of them top titles. Focal point of two different companies at once. Had to lug those heavy old things round, but I did it outta love and pride. Then one day I got told I could never wrestle again. I lost a match which took my career away and then I got told by doctors I couldn’t anyway. I got misdiagnosed and I fought to come back.
I mention this a lot. But it’s only cos it’s taken me a few years to realise what it was. Cos that wasn’t the end. Nah, that was how the next chapter of the story started. The four year fight. The climb. The battle to be who I wanted to be and do what I wanted to do, to get to this point where tonight, I’m standing here challenging for the Freedom Championship in the main event with two of the top talents in all of Liberty Pro. In the world, honestly.
Pausing for a second to catch her breath, she puts her hands on her hips for a few seconds. Calming.
Emery Layton: Y’know every time I hold a title or go for a title, it’s not just cos they’re big shiny ornaments you can put round your waist and show off for decoration. It’s more than that. It’s proof of hard work, know what I mean? It’s funny. In sixteen years, no matter where I went or how much of myself I put into this, I always heard a bunch of people say ‘you shouldn’t be here’ or that I’m not on their level. Cos they’re deluded or they’re prejudiced about my Traveller heritage or they just plain don’t like me. But every time I win one, I prove them wrong. It’s proof that it was worth the pain, worth whatever the hell I was going through at the time. Worth the story that got me there.
As we reach the last stretch, Em once again picks up the pace of her speech. She can’t keep still. She’s talking with her hands as well as pacing backwards and forward, as we follow her.
Emery Layton: Now! I wanna say here, before I get too far into fantasy never never island, that I reckon TJ Techniques has been an absolutely excellent Freedom Champion, and if Scotty Latimer was to win it, he’d carry that legacy. But what I wanna do is make the Freedom Championship THE pinnacle of this entire company. I wanna give opportunities to people who deserve it, I wanna defend it against as many people as I can. I know I got some stiff competition but it’s taken me a long time to get here, so I owe it to myself to try. I owe it to myself, and everyone who ever supported me, everyone who helped me get back to this point in my career.
Emery Layton: I’m fired up. I’m more ready than I’ve been in a while. Teej, Scotty, now more than ever you guys have an Emery Layton problem. Three of us, one cage. Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.
We leave Emery in the corridor. She’s pacing. She’s stretching. As far as she’s concerned more ready than she’s ever been.
HEADLINE: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Max Cerrano vs Brianna Leigh Clark
Max Cerrano vs Brianna Leigh Clark
| RECAP The match started off with Max urging Brianna to advance forward, but she's understandably skeptical. He offered a test of strength and Brianna rolled her eyes, knowing that the Gotham Champion was up to no good, trying to play foolish games. Max then blindsided her with a kick to the stomach and delivered a clubbing blow to the back followed by throwing her almost effortlessly with a suplex throw. Despite BLC’s size, Cerrano showed off how powerful he is. Max then hit the ropes and delivered a flying knee, immediately going into the cover only for Brianna to kick out at one. Max transitioned into Dragon Sleeper, keeping Brianna grounded as he drove a knee into her spine. Brianna made her way to the ropes and Max refused to release the hold. The referee counted to four before Max released at the last possible second. He dragged Brianna out of the ropes and she drove a boot into his face. Max stumbled backward and then walked right into a clothesline from Leigh Clark. She then met him with a flurry of forearm strikes, backing him into the ropes. Max reversed a whip and lowered his head a second too soon which allowed Brianna to grab him around the neck and drag him into a bulldog. She shoved him onto his back and pinned but he quickly kicked out. Brianna grabbed him around the neck in a front facelock but he shoved her off and back into the ropes, screaming for the referee to get this stupid roided bitch off of him. Max charged out with a clothesline but Brianna ducked it. BLC threw him over with a snapmare and hits the ropes for a sliding dropkick to the face. Another cover saw Max kick out before the three and he's back into the ropes, complaining to the referee that she won't stay back. Brianna begins to get frustrated and Max goes behind the referee's back to hit the thumb to her eye. As the referee tried to check on the temporarily blinded Brianna, Max refused to relent. He scored with a boxing combination and completed his assault with a hurricanrana driver. Max made the cover, counting with the referee but Brianna kicked out just before three. Max showed the referee how to count before picking Brianna up and looking to go for his Kill Your Masters but she countered and shoved Max back and he rebounded off the ropes into a dropkick. Brianna scores with a series of dropkicks, each one taking him off his feet just as he got back up. He finally rolled into the ropes and complained to the referee about the blatant cheating. Brianna followed him into the ropes, which proved to be a huge mistake when he snapped her throat across the top cord. Max raced to the top rope and flew, going for a frog splash but it found nothing but canvas when Brianna rolled aside. She flipped into a cradle pin attempt but Max was able to fight off his shoulders at the count of two. Brianna locked in a quick sleeper hold, trying to slow the pace of the match and catch her breath but Max started to use his power, fighting up to his feet and running her backward into the corner. He delivered a series of back elbows and sat her on the top rope before following after. Brianna then tried to counter as she hit a forearm shot to the midsection and shoved him backwards but Max landed on his feet. He raced in and Brianna drove a boot into his face. She grabbed the ropes and threw her legs around his neck before swinging out with a hurricanrana but Max held on. He swings her back around, crashing her head into the middle turnbuckle and dropping her carelessly in the corner. Brianna looks knocked out as she leans in the corner. Max went and hit the ropes and came back, going for his Headhunter (Sliding D) but NO! Brianna moved out of the way and Max collided with the turnbuckle. Brianna hit the ropes and she came back, nailing Cerrano with Punch into Row Z (Discus Punch)! Cerrano dropped and BLC pinned! One! Two! THREE!!!! DING DING DING! SHE DID IT! BRIANNA LEIGH CLARK SLAYED THE UNBEATABLE MAX CERRANO AND IS THE GOTHAM CHAMPION! But the camera now caught that Max’s foot is on the rope! The referee didn’t see it and Brianna is handed the Gotham Championship! Despite the controversy that might be ahead, Brianna Leigh Clark is officially the Gotham Champion and she is handed the belt. With a huge smile on her face, she raised it in the air and the fans went wild. WINNER Brianna Leigh Clark METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:54 FINISHING MOVE Punch into Row Z |
BACKSTAGE
No Man's Land III continues as we transition backstage. We see a figure standing with arms folded and a white towel over their head. But judging by the tattoos that adorn his arms, the identity of the man can only be one person. He is The Funky Technician. He is the Meaning of Dope. Should he get his way, he'll still be your Freedom Champion after tonight.
TJ Techniques: It's time. It's finally time. No more games. No more bullshit. Tonight is the night that this situation gets gets resolved.
TJ pauses for a couple of seconds before continuing.
TJ Techniques: It's like... it's like ever since the Re-Re-Return of Liberty... myself, Scotty or Emery have been involved in some bullshit, one way or another. How about on the return on Liberation, when Blyss Lockhart's stuck her nosey ass in my business with Derrick in the main event? Hmm? How about the followin' week with the return of Freedom, when Kenzie cost Rayven Hardy the #1 contenders match that she seemingly had in the palm of her hands? The same match that both Emery and Scotty won. How about the week after that, when Society showed up and ruined Emery's and Scotty's match? Or how about on the last Freedom show, when Blyss Lockhart ruined yet another main event? Scott? He's tired of this. Emery? She's tired of this. And you know my ass is tired of this.
It HAS gotten tiring, hans't it? The constant interference? Main events being ruined week after week. Thank God for the steel cage tonight.
TJ Techniques: It's like... I don't even know what to say anymore. Nah mean? It's like... I'm lookin' at the landscape of not just Freedom, but Liberty as a whole and I just can't comprehend the moves that are bein' made. We're bringin' in this piece of trash over here. We're bringin' in these lames over there. It's like... I thought we left these people back in the dumpster fire that was 2020. Why are we tryna make these people relevant again in 2022? Why are we givin' them a platform? I just don't know...
TJ gives a disapproving shake of the head. He continues.
TJ Techniques: I do know this though. If there's one move that I like... if there's one move that I can get down with, it's makin' this here Freedom Championship match take place inside Hell in a Cell. No one is gonna be able to walk their ass on down to that ring. No one is gonna magically appear in the ring after the lights go off. When that cage drops down and after that door is padlocked shut, there's only gonna be three people that determine the outcome of that match: Emery Layton, Scott Latimer and myself.
TJ holds up his pinky, ring and middle fingers after each name.
TJ Techniques: II look to my right and I see Scotty. I see a man that lives for the fight. He lives for this. He's a man that's never backs down from a challenge. With him bein' on the doorstep to winnin' the Freedom Champion, he for damn sure won't back down now. He's comin' in this match to take my head off. He's comin' in this match to lay Emery out. He's comin'... for ol' Glory.
TJ reaches down and holds up the Freedom Champion. He lays the title belt back down before continuing.
TJ Techniques: This is his chance. This is his moment. This is his time. But will he take that chance? Will he seize that moment? Hmm...
TJ rubs his chin.
TJ Techniques: II look to my left and I see Emery Layton. Say what you want about Emery and Lord knows that there are people on that damn Twitter who will call her every name under the sun. But hey, she cool with me. Like Scotty, she's a fighter. She's a hell of a fighter. Emery's been doin this since 09. She's a vet in this game. This is a woman that's well traveled. She's been to damn near every notable company in this business over the past five years. Shit, she's gonna be showin' up to the other place I get a check from in just a couple of weeks. You want the awards? She's got 'em. You want to talk about titles? She's got those, too. I mean, we're talkin' about a woman... no, scratch that, a WRESTLER... that, when she was in Union Battleground, won the King Cobra Championship, the War Horse Championship, the Trench War Championship AND the Union Battleground Championship. If you know anything about this business... and if you know of the killers that were on that roster... for her to achieve THAT? That lets you know just how damn good she is.
TJ takes another pause.
TJ Techniques: I won't lie to you. The odds? They ain't in my favor. Scotty could drop Emery for the pin and become the new champion. Emery could make Scotty submit and walk out of Barclays the new champion. I don't have to be involved in a pinfall or a submission for me to lose this here.
TJ reaches down and pats the Freedom Championship.
TJ Techniques: Is that fair? Who cares. Since when has life been fair? When you're a champion... scratch that, when you're THEE champion, you ain't always gonna get treated fairly. You ain't always gonna get dealt the best hands. But what do the best champs do? They take those bad situations and they make the most of them. They look at those insurmountable odds and they overcome them. They look at those tough challenges, say "aight, bet", and take them head on.
Another pause.
TJ Techniques: Let me tell you people a story. Let me tell you a story about a guy who went into a cage match... no, scratch that, an ELIMINATION CHAMBER. Let me tell you a story about a guy who went into an Elimination Chamber, where he had less odds than I do tonight. He went into that Chamber... and he walked out a winner. He went into that Chamber... and walked out a champion. Do you know who that man was? Hmm? All you new dudes on the roster, do you know your history? Do you know who that man was? Because if you don't know...
TJ takes the towel off, exposing his face for the first time. He then reaches down and swings the Freedom Championship across his shoulder.
... NOW you know.
TJ stares dead into the camera. The look of determination is present.
TJ Techniques: Y'all know me. I'm not one to be hoggin' up all the TV time. Despite bein' THEE Champion here on this brand, despite bein' the guy that's been holdin' it down since before I even won this belt, I've always played it humble. With that bein' said, let me talk my shit real quick. I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
No Man's Land III continues as we transition backstage. We see a figure standing with arms folded and a white towel over their head. But judging by the tattoos that adorn his arms, the identity of the man can only be one person. He is The Funky Technician. He is the Meaning of Dope. Should he get his way, he'll still be your Freedom Champion after tonight.
TJ Techniques: It's time. It's finally time. No more games. No more bullshit. Tonight is the night that this situation gets gets resolved.
TJ pauses for a couple of seconds before continuing.
TJ Techniques: It's like... it's like ever since the Re-Re-Return of Liberty... myself, Scotty or Emery have been involved in some bullshit, one way or another. How about on the return on Liberation, when Blyss Lockhart's stuck her nosey ass in my business with Derrick in the main event? Hmm? How about the followin' week with the return of Freedom, when Kenzie cost Rayven Hardy the #1 contenders match that she seemingly had in the palm of her hands? The same match that both Emery and Scotty won. How about the week after that, when Society showed up and ruined Emery's and Scotty's match? Or how about on the last Freedom show, when Blyss Lockhart ruined yet another main event? Scott? He's tired of this. Emery? She's tired of this. And you know my ass is tired of this.
It HAS gotten tiring, hans't it? The constant interference? Main events being ruined week after week. Thank God for the steel cage tonight.
TJ Techniques: It's like... I don't even know what to say anymore. Nah mean? It's like... I'm lookin' at the landscape of not just Freedom, but Liberty as a whole and I just can't comprehend the moves that are bein' made. We're bringin' in this piece of trash over here. We're bringin' in these lames over there. It's like... I thought we left these people back in the dumpster fire that was 2020. Why are we tryna make these people relevant again in 2022? Why are we givin' them a platform? I just don't know...
TJ gives a disapproving shake of the head. He continues.
TJ Techniques: I do know this though. If there's one move that I like... if there's one move that I can get down with, it's makin' this here Freedom Championship match take place inside Hell in a Cell. No one is gonna be able to walk their ass on down to that ring. No one is gonna magically appear in the ring after the lights go off. When that cage drops down and after that door is padlocked shut, there's only gonna be three people that determine the outcome of that match: Emery Layton, Scott Latimer and myself.
TJ holds up his pinky, ring and middle fingers after each name.
TJ Techniques: II look to my right and I see Scotty. I see a man that lives for the fight. He lives for this. He's a man that's never backs down from a challenge. With him bein' on the doorstep to winnin' the Freedom Champion, he for damn sure won't back down now. He's comin' in this match to take my head off. He's comin' in this match to lay Emery out. He's comin'... for ol' Glory.
TJ reaches down and holds up the Freedom Champion. He lays the title belt back down before continuing.
TJ Techniques: This is his chance. This is his moment. This is his time. But will he take that chance? Will he seize that moment? Hmm...
TJ rubs his chin.
TJ Techniques: II look to my left and I see Emery Layton. Say what you want about Emery and Lord knows that there are people on that damn Twitter who will call her every name under the sun. But hey, she cool with me. Like Scotty, she's a fighter. She's a hell of a fighter. Emery's been doin this since 09. She's a vet in this game. This is a woman that's well traveled. She's been to damn near every notable company in this business over the past five years. Shit, she's gonna be showin' up to the other place I get a check from in just a couple of weeks. You want the awards? She's got 'em. You want to talk about titles? She's got those, too. I mean, we're talkin' about a woman... no, scratch that, a WRESTLER... that, when she was in Union Battleground, won the King Cobra Championship, the War Horse Championship, the Trench War Championship AND the Union Battleground Championship. If you know anything about this business... and if you know of the killers that were on that roster... for her to achieve THAT? That lets you know just how damn good she is.
TJ takes another pause.
TJ Techniques: I won't lie to you. The odds? They ain't in my favor. Scotty could drop Emery for the pin and become the new champion. Emery could make Scotty submit and walk out of Barclays the new champion. I don't have to be involved in a pinfall or a submission for me to lose this here.
TJ reaches down and pats the Freedom Championship.
TJ Techniques: Is that fair? Who cares. Since when has life been fair? When you're a champion... scratch that, when you're THEE champion, you ain't always gonna get treated fairly. You ain't always gonna get dealt the best hands. But what do the best champs do? They take those bad situations and they make the most of them. They look at those insurmountable odds and they overcome them. They look at those tough challenges, say "aight, bet", and take them head on.
Another pause.
TJ Techniques: Let me tell you people a story. Let me tell you a story about a guy who went into a cage match... no, scratch that, an ELIMINATION CHAMBER. Let me tell you a story about a guy who went into an Elimination Chamber, where he had less odds than I do tonight. He went into that Chamber... and he walked out a winner. He went into that Chamber... and walked out a champion. Do you know who that man was? Hmm? All you new dudes on the roster, do you know your history? Do you know who that man was? Because if you don't know...
TJ takes the towel off, exposing his face for the first time. He then reaches down and swings the Freedom Championship across his shoulder.
... NOW you know.
TJ stares dead into the camera. The look of determination is present.
TJ Techniques: Y'all know me. I'm not one to be hoggin' up all the TV time. Despite bein' THEE Champion here on this brand, despite bein' the guy that's been holdin' it down since before I even won this belt, I've always played it humble. With that bein' said, let me talk my shit real quick. I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
TJ takes the Freedom Championship and straps it around his waist.
TJ Techniques: I plan on keeping about 15-20 pounds around my waist. I don't plan on losin' that weight in the midsection no time soon. You dig what I'm sayin? Scotty? Good luck. Emery? Good luck. Anyone that's hatin' like Blyss and Dante or tries to interfere? Get fucked. Fans? Get your popcorn ready... and peep the technique.[/div]
MAIN EVENT: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP
Emery Layton vs TJ Techniques vs Scotty Latimer
Emery Layton vs TJ Techniques vs Scotty Latimer
| RECAP The bell rang to begin this triple threat match for the Freedom Championship. Scotty Latimer stood in a corner and across from him in a corner was Emery Layton, and in the corner opposite Layton was TJ Techniques, the Freedom Champion. Latimer, who seemed to be a bit unhinged lately, shot several expletives at his two opponents. Emery and TJ then both began walking towards Scotty and he stepped out onto the ring apron, prompting a round of jeers from the Brooklyn crowd. Techniques and Layton shrugged and instead turned to each other and initiated a grapple in the middle of the ring. Scotty took the opportunity to slowly climb back into the ring, but Techniques and Layton were waiting for him and dropped the former Gotham Champion with a double clothesline. Latimer rolled to the floor to regroup. With Latimer momentarily out of the picture, TJ and Emery tied up again and this time, Emery Layton pulled TJ into a headlock. Techniques immediately pushed her off and into the ropes and hit a slingblade as she returned to him. Techniques went for a cover and only picked up a one count. Scotty had slid back into the ring and as TJ stood to his feet, he was grabbed by Scotty and taken down with a picture perfect russian leg sweep. Latimer then turned his attention to Emery who was slowly getting up. Scotty measured her and connected with a running dropkick to the side of Emery's head as she was getting up. Scotty then tried to steal a quick victory but only managed a two count. Scotty watched as both of his opponents rose to their feet. TJ went for a straight punch to the side of his face but Scotty dropped and TJ connected with Emery, knocking her down. Scotty laughed and put a finger to his head to show off his smarts, only to turn around and be knocked down by the same right hand from the Freedom Champion. Emery was back on her feet and spun TJ around to face her. She grabbed the back of his head and fell backwards towards the mat, holding one foot up, driving TJ's face into her boot with tremendous impact. Scotty meanwhile had pulled himself up in the corner but Emery ran towards him and jumped up, hitting a corner dropkick that sent Scotty to the mat. Layton looked around at the fans, but turned her focus back to Scotty Latimer quickly as she scaled to the top turnbuckle. With Scotty down in perfect position for it, Emery hit the Wuthering Heights (Double Somersault Smash) and the fans could sense victory as the referee dropped down and made a count, but TJ Techniques broke the pin up at two. Scotty rolled out of the ring as Emery and TJ began arguing with each other. Emery fired off a slap to the face of Techniques. Techniques smiled and went for a right hook to the face that Emery managed to avoid, spinning TJ around and rolling him up picking up a very deep two count. Emery remained focused as she stood back up, waiting for TJ. Layton went for a clothesline that Techniques ducked, before hooking his arms around Emery and sending her to the mat with a snap german suplex. Techniques stood up after and shouted out "PEEP THE TECHNIQUE!" as the crowd Brooklyn crowd cheered on their Freedom Champion and Staten Island hero! Emery began climbing to her feet slowly as TJ put a hand to his mouth making the "shhh" motion. With the crowd silent, TJ hit the ropes while Layton stirred and when he came back, he completely leveled his challenger with Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike)! Techniques made the cover and it was a THR-NO!!! Emery fuckin' Layton kicked out JUST before the three count! As TJ rose to his knees, frustrated that he couldn't finish the match with that last move, Scotty slid back into the ring. Latimer hurried up to Techniques and dropped him with a lightning quick snap DDT and went for a cover, picking up a two count. Meanwhile, Emery Layton was still down on the mat, attempting to recover and Scotty went for a cover on her, again only getting a two count. Scotty yelled out as he pounded the mat in frustration. Finally, Latimer stood back up and hit a standing elbow drop on Layton, but Techniques was right there to greet Scotty as he stood back up, connecting with Peep the Technique (Phenomenal Forearm) as he springboarded off of the ropes and obliterated Scotty. What a move from the champ! TJ began jogging in place, sensing victory with both of his opponents down. It was Emery who began to stir first, with Scotty looking nearly unconscious. The Funky Technician leveled Layton with a clothesline and then shouted it's over as Emery showed her tenacity by standing up one more time. TJ set her up for the move he calls The Wig Splitter (Jay Driller) but Emery countered out of it, landing on her feet. She then pulled off her big move, "Eat the Music" (Busaiku Knee Attack)! Emery fell down on top of TJ and hooked a leg and would have had a three but Scotty Latimer dove forward, driving a double fist smash to Emery's back and breaking the pin. Scotty then aggressively tossed Emery out of the ring and made a cover of his own on TJ Techniques but NO!!! TJ kicked out right before the three count! The Freedom Champion hangs on! Scotty knew his chance was here and now as he waited for Techniques to stir. When TJ got to his feet, Scotty went for Final Wave (Blade Runner) but TJ countered out of it! He then took Scotty out with The Wig Splitter (Jay Driller)! TJ pinned him and one... two... Here comes Layton! NO! She's too late! THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! The bell rang and confetti began to fall from the ceiling as TJ was presented with his Freedom Champion. The champ retained after fighting two of the best in the business! Emery was now up and she gave TJ a nod of respect. Clearly she was disappointed but it was clear she had respect for her opponents. Scotty meanwhile quickly made his exit, clearly upset that he came up short once again. WINNER TJ Techniques METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 22:43 FINISHING MOVE The Wig Splitter |