Post by Robb (Owner) on Mar 26, 2019 12:26:55 GMT -8
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Forty of Liberation
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom
In New York, NY
On Sunday, March 31st, 2019
OPENING SEGMENT
We find the owner, Nathan Callaghan, standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand, to start the show. The fans are going absolutely ballistic with cheers, as their favorite New York company has officially returned. Nathan wastes a few moments before the crowd finally begins to die down. He then raises the mic up to his face and begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Well, I didn't expect anyone else to be more excited than me that we are back but here we are!
The fans give a cheap pop.
Nathan Callaghan: Now, I know some of you are wondering why we had to close down and some of you might already know. We had to deal with that GWA debacle, something I never should have let myself get dragged into, as I wanted Liberty to stand on it's own but I decided to put my faith and trust in people, who, I thought could be friends. But as it turns out, they were all a bunch of selfish snakes and because of their wrong doings, Liberty had to be shut down until I could get the financial means to put on a show for all of you again.
Nathan nods as he walks around the ring.
Nathan Callaghan: How I came about all of the financial means is something for a later day though. Right now, we need to focus on the here and now, which is Liberty Pro. Now, I know a lot of you are upset that I took away your little championships but fair is fair, right? I'm still giving people who had championships an opportunity at redemption. Look at the main event tonight; Sam and Katie get a chance to reclaim their Tag Team Championships against my two fine as hell wives, the greatest tag team to ever grace Liberty Pro. Do they stand a chance?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I'll let you decide what I think, since I probably shouldn't show bias. Now, as for Honey being the final Liberty Pro Champion? She'll have a chance to regain what I took away. I'm not an evil guy. Same goes for champions like Cartier and Scotty Latimer. What kind of opportunities will they get? That's for me to decide. But I'm sure you are all wondering what championships will be available, am I right?
The fans cheer loudly.
Nathan Callaghan: Fine, I can't keep it from all of you. One of our favorite championships is back, which is the Anarchy Championship. The next one? I'm sure Kaelan Laughlin will be a fan of this one... The US Championship!
Nathan pauses and laughs for a moment as the fans cheer.
Nathan Callaghan: Of course, we have to have the Gotham Championship back as well and lastly? We have the Liberty Championship. The Freedom, Independence and Trials Championships are now defunct and no more. As for who will have opportunities at these fine titles? Show me what you have tonight and then I'll decide who gets what. I'm a fair guy, yeah, but you all need to earn your keep. Got it? Good.
Nathan winks at the camera before dropping the mic and "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA system as Nathan exits the ring and heads back up the ramp to the backstage area.
We find the owner, Nathan Callaghan, standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand, to start the show. The fans are going absolutely ballistic with cheers, as their favorite New York company has officially returned. Nathan wastes a few moments before the crowd finally begins to die down. He then raises the mic up to his face and begins to speak.
Nathan Callaghan: Well, I didn't expect anyone else to be more excited than me that we are back but here we are!
The fans give a cheap pop.
Nathan Callaghan: Now, I know some of you are wondering why we had to close down and some of you might already know. We had to deal with that GWA debacle, something I never should have let myself get dragged into, as I wanted Liberty to stand on it's own but I decided to put my faith and trust in people, who, I thought could be friends. But as it turns out, they were all a bunch of selfish snakes and because of their wrong doings, Liberty had to be shut down until I could get the financial means to put on a show for all of you again.
Nathan nods as he walks around the ring.
Nathan Callaghan: How I came about all of the financial means is something for a later day though. Right now, we need to focus on the here and now, which is Liberty Pro. Now, I know a lot of you are upset that I took away your little championships but fair is fair, right? I'm still giving people who had championships an opportunity at redemption. Look at the main event tonight; Sam and Katie get a chance to reclaim their Tag Team Championships against my two fine as hell wives, the greatest tag team to ever grace Liberty Pro. Do they stand a chance?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I'll let you decide what I think, since I probably shouldn't show bias. Now, as for Honey being the final Liberty Pro Champion? She'll have a chance to regain what I took away. I'm not an evil guy. Same goes for champions like Cartier and Scotty Latimer. What kind of opportunities will they get? That's for me to decide. But I'm sure you are all wondering what championships will be available, am I right?
The fans cheer loudly.
Nathan Callaghan: Fine, I can't keep it from all of you. One of our favorite championships is back, which is the Anarchy Championship. The next one? I'm sure Kaelan Laughlin will be a fan of this one... The US Championship!
Nathan pauses and laughs for a moment as the fans cheer.
Nathan Callaghan: Of course, we have to have the Gotham Championship back as well and lastly? We have the Liberty Championship. The Freedom, Independence and Trials Championships are now defunct and no more. As for who will have opportunities at these fine titles? Show me what you have tonight and then I'll decide who gets what. I'm a fair guy, yeah, but you all need to earn your keep. Got it? Good.
Nathan winks at the camera before dropping the mic and "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA system as Nathan exits the ring and heads back up the ramp to the backstage area.
BACKSTAGE
The camera's cut to the back of Hammerstein Ballroom. The noise from the excited New Yorker crowd was easily heard throughout the backstage area of the historic venue. The cameras settle in on Tamsin, catching her at her at back as she casually moves through the back. From the growing intensity of the crowd, it becomes obvious she’s heading towards gorilla position. With eyes in the back of her head, she keeps moving forward as her voice picks up loud enough to carry over all the screaming voices of Liberty Pro fans, waiting for the return of their favorite Empire State wrestling promotion.
Tamsin: “Stop following me. I’m about to give you and everyone in this company something they can’t follow either.”
Her voice is shaky in anticipation, and grit is laced over her thick Manx accent. The camera ceases to move after the woman, remaining it it’s still stagnant place. Tamsin on the other hand, keeps moving forward. She heads closer to the curtain as her body becomes a silhouette behind the intense stage lighting.
The last sight of her, Tamsin takes a deep breath and then she goes out there.
The camera's cut to the back of Hammerstein Ballroom. The noise from the excited New Yorker crowd was easily heard throughout the backstage area of the historic venue. The cameras settle in on Tamsin, catching her at her at back as she casually moves through the back. From the growing intensity of the crowd, it becomes obvious she’s heading towards gorilla position. With eyes in the back of her head, she keeps moving forward as her voice picks up loud enough to carry over all the screaming voices of Liberty Pro fans, waiting for the return of their favorite Empire State wrestling promotion.
Tamsin: “Stop following me. I’m about to give you and everyone in this company something they can’t follow either.”
Her voice is shaky in anticipation, and grit is laced over her thick Manx accent. The camera ceases to move after the woman, remaining it it’s still stagnant place. Tamsin on the other hand, keeps moving forward. She heads closer to the curtain as her body becomes a silhouette behind the intense stage lighting.
The last sight of her, Tamsin takes a deep breath and then she goes out there.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Derrick La’Bell vs Tamsin
Derrick La’Bell vs Tamsin
| RECAP The bell sounds and the fans are hot for the official return of Liberty Pro! Tamsin circles the ring with Derrick La'Bell. The young upstart from the Isle of Man peppers Derrick with a couple of kicks to the thigh before he backs Tamsin up into the corner with a collar-and-elbow. Tamsin turns it around at the last minute and gets him with a few more thigh kicks then backing away to create some space as they circle again. The two lock up again, with the much larger La'Bell overpowering Tamsin and backing her into the ropes, forcing a break, but not before he gets her with a few clubbing shots to the side of the head. More circling and Tamsin gets La'Bell with some more thigh kicks, outside and inside, anytime he gets too close, but he swats at her with clubbing shots to the back. They lock up again and Derrick backs Tamsin into the ropes once more to force another break and Tamsin goes right back to her kicks, looking to chop the 275 pound fighter. Going to the well one too many times, Tamsin tries for another thigh kick, but gets too close and La'Bell grabs the back of her neck, raining clubbing blows down with his free hand. Once she breaks free, Tamsin goes right back to the kicks and she ends up backing Derrick into the corner where she starts to throw some wild forearms at him. Tamsin backs out once the referee starts to count her and then eggs La'Bell on. She ducks underneath a grabbing attempt and they circle, but Derrick finally catches up to Tamsin and backs her into the corner, throwing some clubbing lefts and rights at her. Derrick doesn't let Tamsin out of the corner as he starts to get his first real offense in this match and brutalizes Tamsin with the strikes. She slumps to the bottom of the corner and La'Bell chokes her out until the referee forces a break then Derrick just kicks her right in the face. With great ease, Derrick picks Tamsin up and throws her into the opposite corner, running in with a big boot. A snapmare puts Tamsin in the center of the ring and Derrick hits her with a running knee strike. La’Bell goes for the pin but Tamsin kicks out. Tamsin tries to scramble away, throwing some kicks at that weakened leg, but La'Bell powers through these ones and shuts her down with some well placed stomps to keep her on the canvas. Picking Tamsin up, Derrick throws her to the outside, and climbs out after he, lifting her up once more before throwing her into the ringside barricade. With Tamsin slumped in the corner of the barricades, La'Bell backs up, and then rushes in with another knee to Tamsin's head. Again, Derrick backs up and runs in with another knee to crush Tamsin against the barricade. He goes for a third time, but La'Bell only crashes into the barricade as Tamsin just rolls out of the way. She's up to her feet and Tamsin rolls into the ring, trying to collect her bearings for a moment as Derrick slowly recovers, clutching at his leg. And then Tamsin comes flying through the ropes with a massive suicide dive onto Derrick! It takes a good while before Tamsin slowly gets up to her feet and powers La'Bell up. She gets him with a few European uppercuts and does further damage to La'Bell's thigh before throwing him into the barricade. Tamsin rolls La'Bell into the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Derrick to get back to his feet, and when he does, Tamsin takes off with a front missile dropkick! But Derrick stays standing on his feet! Tamsin scrambles to her feet to keep Derrick staggered with a few more kicks to the thighs and then runs the ropes, but La'Bell nearly takes her head off with a huge clothesline but somehow Tamsin ducks under it! La’Bell turns and Tamsin charges toward him and leaps in the air, nailing her patented charging headbutt! La’Bell crashes down finally and he’s out. Tamsin takes a moment to gain her bearings again before she pulls the larger La’Bell up with all of her might, which takes a great deal of stamina from her. She rolls him into the ring and pins him but only gets a two count, as Derrick powers out right before the three count. Tamsin wastes no time as she decides to climb up the top rope again. She waits for Derrick to get up and when he does she dives off but he catches her! Derrick then goes for Prodigy In Motion (Last Ride) but Tasmin counters and flips over him before hitting him with a schoolgirl roll up! Tasmin lifts her feet up onto the ropes while holding the pin down and the referee makes the count, which ends up hitting three and Derrick kicks out a millilsecond too late. Tasmin quickly rolls out of the ring as she's announced the winner and she points as Derrick with a grin. Derrick simply shakes his head and rolls his eyes. WINNER Tasmin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:59 FINISHING MOVE Roll-Up |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to backstage where Ethan McCall is just exiting his locker room. He has a smile on his face as he sees the camera there for him.
Ethan McCall: Tonight is a full of firsts for me. It’s my first time taking on Kendrick Kross and it’s time in that Liberty ring. It’s my only chance to make a good first impression on not only the fans but the roster and staff here. I want them to see how I might have just turned pro back in October of last year but my ceiling is already monstrously high. You see, I have been trained by some of the best this industry has to offer and I’ve had multiple established names take me on for training. But the whole time I have stayed grounded and kept my head on straight because I have seen too many people let egos get built up and swallow them whole.
He takes a moment, eyes still on the camera.
Ethan McCall: Sure, I've had some early success with winning championships in Youngbloods and SSWA, as well as a deep run in this years Young Guns Cup. But all that’s done is pushed me to get out more and booked more and establish my name in the industry. I know that my raw talent has yet to be fully polished and I have so much more potential than I’ve shown so far in my career. That’s why I want to go out and test myself against Kendrick Kross tonight. The guy is a former MMA fighter with incredible talent in the air. Definitely someone that is going to be a challenge for any person he faces… Despite his ego talking for him recently.
Ethan gives his shoulders a slight shrug.
Ethan McCall: Now I get the whole trash talking game… Trust me, I’ve worked with Kymmey Olliver. But to go out and guarantee a win against me? That’s some big talk that means without a shadow of a doubt Kendrick is going to win this match… Well, in his mind anyway. But what happens if you can’t live up to that promise? After saying that nothing. Is going to change the outcome and he’s going to have his hand raised in victory after it’s over? What happens if you don’t? Do people stop taking you seriously? Do you start second guessing yourself and your skills? Honestly those are all questions you’ll have to answer, Kendrick. You know… If they come up.
He rubs his stubbled chin for a moment.
Ethan McCall: I’m just excited to get out there and show what I have. To give the fans and the suits something to be happy and excited for each and every time I step into the ring. Let’s go make magic happen, Kendrick.
Ethan smiles once more before walking away from the camera.
The scene cuts to backstage where Ethan McCall is just exiting his locker room. He has a smile on his face as he sees the camera there for him.
Ethan McCall: Tonight is a full of firsts for me. It’s my first time taking on Kendrick Kross and it’s time in that Liberty ring. It’s my only chance to make a good first impression on not only the fans but the roster and staff here. I want them to see how I might have just turned pro back in October of last year but my ceiling is already monstrously high. You see, I have been trained by some of the best this industry has to offer and I’ve had multiple established names take me on for training. But the whole time I have stayed grounded and kept my head on straight because I have seen too many people let egos get built up and swallow them whole.
He takes a moment, eyes still on the camera.
Ethan McCall: Sure, I've had some early success with winning championships in Youngbloods and SSWA, as well as a deep run in this years Young Guns Cup. But all that’s done is pushed me to get out more and booked more and establish my name in the industry. I know that my raw talent has yet to be fully polished and I have so much more potential than I’ve shown so far in my career. That’s why I want to go out and test myself against Kendrick Kross tonight. The guy is a former MMA fighter with incredible talent in the air. Definitely someone that is going to be a challenge for any person he faces… Despite his ego talking for him recently.
Ethan gives his shoulders a slight shrug.
Ethan McCall: Now I get the whole trash talking game… Trust me, I’ve worked with Kymmey Olliver. But to go out and guarantee a win against me? That’s some big talk that means without a shadow of a doubt Kendrick is going to win this match… Well, in his mind anyway. But what happens if you can’t live up to that promise? After saying that nothing. Is going to change the outcome and he’s going to have his hand raised in victory after it’s over? What happens if you don’t? Do people stop taking you seriously? Do you start second guessing yourself and your skills? Honestly those are all questions you’ll have to answer, Kendrick. You know… If they come up.
He rubs his stubbled chin for a moment.
Ethan McCall: I’m just excited to get out there and show what I have. To give the fans and the suits something to be happy and excited for each and every time I step into the ring. Let’s go make magic happen, Kendrick.
Ethan smiles once more before walking away from the camera.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Ari Fuentes vs Xavier Laroux
Ari Fuentes vs Xavier Laroux
| RECAP Ari Fuentes was already inside of the ring, waiting for Xavier Laroux to make his entrance. The fans started to boo and Ari got the sense that something was coming from behind but it was TOO LATE! Xavier laid her out with a chair straight to the face. He stomps down at her a few times before pinning Fuentes and telling the referee to make the count. The referee refuses at first but Xavier tells the referee if he wants to keep his job, he better do what the boss wants, which is to make the count. The conflicted referee decides to get down and count to three and Xavier is announced the winner. WINNER Xavier Laroux METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 45 seconds FINISHING MOVE Chair shot POST MATCH Xavier picks the chair back up and he looks to do more damage to Ari but Liam Callaghan comes sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Xavier swings the chair at Liam but he ducks under it and bounces off of the ropes. When Xavier turns, Liam nails him with a clothesline, sending him over the top rope. Liam stares daggers down at X, who is gathering himself outside but simply smirks and shrugs, saying that this is far from over. Liam yells at X to stay away from Ari. He then turns and checks on Ari, who's now coming to and she starts to get up like she wants to chase after Xavier but Liam holds her back before the scene cuts away to backstage. |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage the camera focuses on Dante Chapel who is standing alone by himself with a microphone in hand.
DANTE CHAPEL: Welcome my next guest, Kendrick Kross.
Kendrick rolls his eyes as he walks into the frame and eyes the camera, not very pleased already.
DANTE CHAPEL: Kendrick, you’re one of the returning roster members from Season One of Liberty Pro. Does that even matter though? You didn’t end Season One on on the highest of notes, not leaving Anarchy Champion. That must hurt..
Kendrick looks at Dante, trying to hold back his anger that is slowly swelling up in there.
KENDRICK KROSS: Yeah, Dante. I didn’t end Season One as Anarchy Champion. MY Title, the one title that I will be regaining here in LPW. What does that matter to you though? This match here against Ethan...it’s to show exactly why he needs to calm his attitude towards thinking he is coming out with the victory. He wants to make a fool and example out of Kendrick Kross? Goodluck.
DANTE CHAPEL: Kendrick, you haven’t been on the best of runs anywhere though lately. Do you really think you can come out with a win? Kind of ambitious for you right now, right?
KENDRICK KROSS: Dante, shutup. I know what is and isn’t wrong in my career right now, you don’t have to tell me. That has nothing to do with Liberty and Ethan McCall. This match is about proving to everyone in Liberty why I am going to win that Anarchy Championship back. It all starts with one step and that step is Ethan, McCall. As they say a 10,000 mile journey begins with one step. That step is tonight. I want you and everyone else to watch as I go out there and show the world why I am coming back to Liberty. Unfinished business, and I prove tonight why that unfinished business will be driving me to beat Ethan.
DANTE CHAPEL: You seem a bit too overconfident Kendrick, looking to me like you’re going to lose.
KENDRICK KROSS: Dante….shutup. Once I prove you and everyone else wrong you’ll understand. So get the hell out of my way.
With that Kendrick pushes his way through Dante and walks out of frame.
Backstage the camera focuses on Dante Chapel who is standing alone by himself with a microphone in hand.
DANTE CHAPEL: Welcome my next guest, Kendrick Kross.
Kendrick rolls his eyes as he walks into the frame and eyes the camera, not very pleased already.
DANTE CHAPEL: Kendrick, you’re one of the returning roster members from Season One of Liberty Pro. Does that even matter though? You didn’t end Season One on on the highest of notes, not leaving Anarchy Champion. That must hurt..
Kendrick looks at Dante, trying to hold back his anger that is slowly swelling up in there.
KENDRICK KROSS: Yeah, Dante. I didn’t end Season One as Anarchy Champion. MY Title, the one title that I will be regaining here in LPW. What does that matter to you though? This match here against Ethan...it’s to show exactly why he needs to calm his attitude towards thinking he is coming out with the victory. He wants to make a fool and example out of Kendrick Kross? Goodluck.
DANTE CHAPEL: Kendrick, you haven’t been on the best of runs anywhere though lately. Do you really think you can come out with a win? Kind of ambitious for you right now, right?
KENDRICK KROSS: Dante, shutup. I know what is and isn’t wrong in my career right now, you don’t have to tell me. That has nothing to do with Liberty and Ethan McCall. This match is about proving to everyone in Liberty why I am going to win that Anarchy Championship back. It all starts with one step and that step is Ethan, McCall. As they say a 10,000 mile journey begins with one step. That step is tonight. I want you and everyone else to watch as I go out there and show the world why I am coming back to Liberty. Unfinished business, and I prove tonight why that unfinished business will be driving me to beat Ethan.
DANTE CHAPEL: You seem a bit too overconfident Kendrick, looking to me like you’re going to lose.
KENDRICK KROSS: Dante….shutup. Once I prove you and everyone else wrong you’ll understand. So get the hell out of my way.
With that Kendrick pushes his way through Dante and walks out of frame.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cut to the back as a cameraman jogged to catch up with ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux as he made his way through the backstage area. An occasional sound of pain escaped him as the man caught up with him.
Cameraman: Xavier! What was all of that about?
After hearing that question, Laroux stopped dead in his tracks. Turning around, Laroux tilted his head to the side, a look of confusion on his face. His torso still wrapped tightly and forehead bandaged thanks to actions at the CW show the night before. That confusion was soon replaced by that oh so arrogant smirk of his.
Xavier Laroux: Ari..you didn’t actually think you hadda shot out there, did you?
Laroux dramatically scoffed at the thought, cringing in the process.
Xavier Laroux: I used you to send a message, Ari. And I’d like to think I got that message across pretty fuckin clearly at your expense. That message?
The smirk of Laroux took on a bit of a devious undertone to it.
Xavier Laroux: I’m here in Liberty to do whatever I wanna do. Fuck with the Callaghans? Gladly. Make people like Ari think they’re worth the effort exerted in a legit ass match only to burst that bubble? Got a lil chub, ain’t gonna lie.
His expression twisted a bit more as the damage started to get to him more and more as he went on with what he had to say.
Xavier Laroux: It’s gonna be a hell of a thing. We’re just gettin started. Now, if you don’t mind, I gotta bottle of vodka I wanna get to the bottom of.
Shoving the cameraman aside, Laroux walked past the man as he made his way the rest of the way down the hall, disappearing from view as he turned a corner.
The scene cut to the back as a cameraman jogged to catch up with ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux as he made his way through the backstage area. An occasional sound of pain escaped him as the man caught up with him.
Cameraman: Xavier! What was all of that about?
After hearing that question, Laroux stopped dead in his tracks. Turning around, Laroux tilted his head to the side, a look of confusion on his face. His torso still wrapped tightly and forehead bandaged thanks to actions at the CW show the night before. That confusion was soon replaced by that oh so arrogant smirk of his.
Xavier Laroux: Ari..you didn’t actually think you hadda shot out there, did you?
Laroux dramatically scoffed at the thought, cringing in the process.
Xavier Laroux: I used you to send a message, Ari. And I’d like to think I got that message across pretty fuckin clearly at your expense. That message?
The smirk of Laroux took on a bit of a devious undertone to it.
Xavier Laroux: I’m here in Liberty to do whatever I wanna do. Fuck with the Callaghans? Gladly. Make people like Ari think they’re worth the effort exerted in a legit ass match only to burst that bubble? Got a lil chub, ain’t gonna lie.
His expression twisted a bit more as the damage started to get to him more and more as he went on with what he had to say.
Xavier Laroux: It’s gonna be a hell of a thing. We’re just gettin started. Now, if you don’t mind, I gotta bottle of vodka I wanna get to the bottom of.
Shoving the cameraman aside, Laroux walked past the man as he made his way the rest of the way down the hall, disappearing from view as he turned a corner.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Kendrick Kross vs Ethan McCall
Kendrick Kross vs Ethan McCall
| RECAP At the sound of the bell, Kross and McCall go to lock up but Kross drives a knee to the midsection of Ethan before hitting a quick spinning back elbow. Ethan staggers a bit but still eats a jumping knee from Kross. Ethan gets to his knees just in time for Kross to drive his head into the canvas with a snap headscissors driver. Kendrick makes the cover but Ethan is out by two. Kross pulls Ethan to his feet and hits him with a series of chops that back McCall into the corner. Kross backs off and hits a big body splash in the corner. McCall staggers out a few steps before Kross uses the ropes to springboard back with a disaster kick that levels Ethan. Kross looks up to the top rope and climbs up, signaling the end as he leaps for the Coup De Gras! But McCall rolls out of the way just before impact. Kross rolls through, turns and goes for another jumping knee, Only this time McCall catches him in midair and tosses Kross over with an exploder suplex that leaves Kross crumpled in the corner. Both men stay down as the official makes the count. They both start to stir before too long and before they lock up, McCall nails Kross with a Bicycle knee that takes Kross back to a knee. Ethan hits the ropes and drives another knee right into the side of Kross’s head before making the cover, both only getting a two count. McCall gets back to his feet and uses his impressive power to deadlift German suplex Kross back to the canvas. Ethan keeps the punishment going as he grabs Kross around the waist and pulls him back up before gutwrench suplexing him over. McCall hangs onto the waist of Kross and follows up with a second big gutwrench suplex. McCall lets go and hits the ropes, coming back and lands on top of Kross with Rolling Thunder! McCall makes the cover but still, somehow, Kross is able to get his shoulder up. McCall motions to the top ropes and the fans get to their feet cheering him on as he reaches the top and leaps off for a Swanton! But Kross just gets his knees up in time and quickly transitions McCall into the anaconda vise! McCall fights the hold, trying to get free, but Kross has it locked in tight. Ethan doesn’t stop fighting and soon looks to be out of it. The official goes to check when suddenly, McCall reverses the hold and rolls up Kross! The official makes the count and Kross just kicks out after the three. WINNER Ethan McCall METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:42 FINISHING MOVE Roll-Up |
BACKSTAGE
The scene was busy with staff workers and superstars running around backstage. Like always Liberty PRO was delivering a show hard to ignore. Here and there superstars were spotted while getting ready, or making their way back to their locker room. The cameras never remained long on anyone, obviously looking for a certain person. Walking down the hallway they stopped abruptly, focusing on a simple wooden door. With bright, bold letters someone had written: WILD & SLEAZY.
CAMERA GUY: Think its the right one?
He didn’t receive a verbal answer as the other person was already knocking. For a long moment nothing happened before the door opened. A blonde haired female looked at them, grinning.
EMMA COSCO: Babe, that's not the pizza guy… .
A moment later a wild haired guy appeared behind her, wearing retro styled sunglasses. He wrapped his arm around her waist, looking back at the staff workers.
WILLIE TAYLOR: Nah, those are the nerds that wanted our thoughts on the tag match. Promoting and all that crap.
Emma looked at him with an expression that was hard to read. Although he probably could. Without further comments they stepped back, letting them in. Willie sat back down on one of the chairs, Emma getting on his lap.
EMMA COSCO: If that is live, lord have mercy on your souls. I am not really good at sugar coating my shit.
WILLIE TAYLOR: You are no fucking unicorn.
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her amusement.
EMMA COSCO: Right, we leave that to double B aka Bridgette Babish. Or what I like to call her, Bridgette ‘I babble all the time’ Bullshit. Don’t get your pants twister bubbles, but I am not the type to fall for your sweet attitude. I have seen it done like a billion times now, and one thing for sure: Sooner or later they all fall. You can pretend as much as you want, but nobody's smiling all the time. It is unnatural. To a degree it is more scary than an episode of Desperate Housewives.
WILLIE TAYLOR: But Emma, she is this good girl with the colourful hair. The one that brings the good spirits without getting lit. How unkind can you be. I am very disappointed, young lady. That will call for spankings. Later.
EMMA COSCO: I get it. Totally my fault. One way or another all the attitude in the world won’t change the outcome of our match. Willie and me love to have a good time just like everyone else, but when we put on our boots -- we search for asses to kick. Maybe we are the bad guys in this scenario, but who's counting? I just know this much, there will be nothing funny when we beat your ass.
Willie did a dramatic cough trying to get her attention, like every other time it worked.
EMMA COSCO: WHAT?!
WILLIE TAYLOR: Asses. It’s a tag match.
She was tempted to say something else but he already opened his mouth again.
WILLIE TAYLOR: You can’t forget her partner, Rylee Harper. You know the attention greedy one. The girl that literally hops all over social media screaming: NOTICE ME! We did notice. Unfortunately it was nothing worth memorising. Just like her partner she tries to pull off an Ethan Giles. The dude is the niceness in person, but that doesn’t work for everyone. Especially when underneath all the fake smiles rests a bitter, little girl. You know what they say about the truth and how much of a pain in the ass it really is.
EMMA COSCO: We are just fooling around, girls. Mostly. But let's get straight to the facts, shall we? I know how it feels to be hungry when you are the new kid in town. How eager you get to prove your point, although I don’t exactly know what your point is. Sure, you are excited and motivated -- but you let one thing out of sight. We’re a different breed. Willie and me are basically attached to each others hip. We know each others every move, in and out of the ring. This is no new scenario for us. So I ask you to bring it all and then a little more.
There was another pause where they looked at each other, ignoring the staff. A devilish grin formed on their faces.
WILLIE TAYLOR: Or remain delusional and lazy, doesn’t change a thing for us. There is a reason we are called Wild & Sleazy. And you will find out first hand, QuaQua Club. And guys…
He pointed at the camera guy and his assistant.
WILLIE TAYLOR: ...piss off. We have business to finish.
With that being said his full attention was on Emma again, before the scene went to black.
The scene was busy with staff workers and superstars running around backstage. Like always Liberty PRO was delivering a show hard to ignore. Here and there superstars were spotted while getting ready, or making their way back to their locker room. The cameras never remained long on anyone, obviously looking for a certain person. Walking down the hallway they stopped abruptly, focusing on a simple wooden door. With bright, bold letters someone had written: WILD & SLEAZY.
CAMERA GUY: Think its the right one?
He didn’t receive a verbal answer as the other person was already knocking. For a long moment nothing happened before the door opened. A blonde haired female looked at them, grinning.
EMMA COSCO: Babe, that's not the pizza guy… .
A moment later a wild haired guy appeared behind her, wearing retro styled sunglasses. He wrapped his arm around her waist, looking back at the staff workers.
WILLIE TAYLOR: Nah, those are the nerds that wanted our thoughts on the tag match. Promoting and all that crap.
Emma looked at him with an expression that was hard to read. Although he probably could. Without further comments they stepped back, letting them in. Willie sat back down on one of the chairs, Emma getting on his lap.
EMMA COSCO: If that is live, lord have mercy on your souls. I am not really good at sugar coating my shit.
WILLIE TAYLOR: You are no fucking unicorn.
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her amusement.
EMMA COSCO: Right, we leave that to double B aka Bridgette Babish. Or what I like to call her, Bridgette ‘I babble all the time’ Bullshit. Don’t get your pants twister bubbles, but I am not the type to fall for your sweet attitude. I have seen it done like a billion times now, and one thing for sure: Sooner or later they all fall. You can pretend as much as you want, but nobody's smiling all the time. It is unnatural. To a degree it is more scary than an episode of Desperate Housewives.
WILLIE TAYLOR: But Emma, she is this good girl with the colourful hair. The one that brings the good spirits without getting lit. How unkind can you be. I am very disappointed, young lady. That will call for spankings. Later.
EMMA COSCO: I get it. Totally my fault. One way or another all the attitude in the world won’t change the outcome of our match. Willie and me love to have a good time just like everyone else, but when we put on our boots -- we search for asses to kick. Maybe we are the bad guys in this scenario, but who's counting? I just know this much, there will be nothing funny when we beat your ass.
Willie did a dramatic cough trying to get her attention, like every other time it worked.
EMMA COSCO: WHAT?!
WILLIE TAYLOR: Asses. It’s a tag match.
She was tempted to say something else but he already opened his mouth again.
WILLIE TAYLOR: You can’t forget her partner, Rylee Harper. You know the attention greedy one. The girl that literally hops all over social media screaming: NOTICE ME! We did notice. Unfortunately it was nothing worth memorising. Just like her partner she tries to pull off an Ethan Giles. The dude is the niceness in person, but that doesn’t work for everyone. Especially when underneath all the fake smiles rests a bitter, little girl. You know what they say about the truth and how much of a pain in the ass it really is.
EMMA COSCO: We are just fooling around, girls. Mostly. But let's get straight to the facts, shall we? I know how it feels to be hungry when you are the new kid in town. How eager you get to prove your point, although I don’t exactly know what your point is. Sure, you are excited and motivated -- but you let one thing out of sight. We’re a different breed. Willie and me are basically attached to each others hip. We know each others every move, in and out of the ring. This is no new scenario for us. So I ask you to bring it all and then a little more.
There was another pause where they looked at each other, ignoring the staff. A devilish grin formed on their faces.
WILLIE TAYLOR: Or remain delusional and lazy, doesn’t change a thing for us. There is a reason we are called Wild & Sleazy. And you will find out first hand, QuaQua Club. And guys…
He pointed at the camera guy and his assistant.
WILLIE TAYLOR: ...piss off. We have business to finish.
With that being said his full attention was on Emma again, before the scene went to black.
BACKSTAGE
Rylee Harper is in her wrestling gear as the camera catches up to her. She has a huge smile on her face.
Rylee Harper: I cannot contain my excitement for tonight. Not only do I debut but I get to team with one of my best friends. It’s just so hard to put into words how much I want this.
She smiles again and starts to bounce on her feet a little bit.
Rylee Harper: I want to be the best that I can be in this business and I know it will be hard and I know I’ll have bumps and bruises on the way. Heck I’ve had them in training already! But that is okay because I just know that everyone of those is just another lesson!
She smiles once more.
Rylee Harper: I’ve already heard it before that this business will take your smile but I don’t think mine will ever go away. No matter how hard it becomes I’ll always get up and fight. Because when you start your day with a smile it’s always brighter!
She smiles and claps her hands together as the scene fades.
Rylee Harper is in her wrestling gear as the camera catches up to her. She has a huge smile on her face.
Rylee Harper: I cannot contain my excitement for tonight. Not only do I debut but I get to team with one of my best friends. It’s just so hard to put into words how much I want this.
She smiles again and starts to bounce on her feet a little bit.
Rylee Harper: I want to be the best that I can be in this business and I know it will be hard and I know I’ll have bumps and bruises on the way. Heck I’ve had them in training already! But that is okay because I just know that everyone of those is just another lesson!
She smiles once more.
Rylee Harper: I’ve already heard it before that this business will take your smile but I don’t think mine will ever go away. No matter how hard it becomes I’ll always get up and fight. Because when you start your day with a smile it’s always brighter!
She smiles and claps her hands together as the scene fades.
MATCH FOUR: TAG
“Wild Thing” Willie Taylor & “WILDFIREbabe” Emma Cosco vs Kawaii Club (Bridgette “Baby Doll” Babish & Rylee Harper)
“Wild Thing” Willie Taylor & “WILDFIREbabe” Emma Cosco vs Kawaii Club (Bridgette “Baby Doll” Babish & Rylee Harper)
| RECAP All four competitors are in the ring but before the bell rings, Emma and Willie charge at Babydoll and RyRy Harper in surprise and take them down. The Wild Thing and WILDFIREbabe continue their beatdown for a few seconds until the referee finally gets in their way. The fans boo as Willie and Emma laugh and back away to their corner. RyRy and Babydoll begin to stir and RyRy says she will start the match. The bell rings and Willie wastes little time at charging Harper again but this time she’s ready and she ducks under his clothesline attempt before nailing him with a pele kick. Harper hits the ropes as Willie stirs and when he comes to, she drops him with a flying crossbody. Willie gets up again and Ry kicks him in the gut before placing his head in position for a DDT but Taylor counters, turning it into a Northern Lights Suplex pin! He gets the two count but Harper kicks out. The two then stand up at the same time and they begin to trade blows before Willie goes for a hard right hook but Harper ducks it and hits Willie with roll up but the Wild Thing kicks out right after two. Harper decides to back u and tag in Babydoll, so Willie decides to give the WILDFIREbabe some love, as he tags in Emma Cosco. Emma charges the inexperienced babydoll and takes her out with a clothesline. She then picks Babydoll up and whips her towards the ropes and when she comes back, Emma hits a picture perfect dropkick. Cosco then quickly locks in the Never Letting You Go (Anaconda Vice) submission and Babydoll looks like she’s going to tap but Harper breaks it up! The referee then tells Harper to get out but this distracts him and in comes Willie, who helps beatdown Babydoll with the referee distracted. When the referee turns, Willie exits the ring and Emma goes for the pin but only gets a two count. She gets up and goes to pick up Babydoll but she was playing opossum as she hits Emma with a rollup but she only gets a one count. The two stand up and Cosco goes for a clothesline but Babydoll ducks it and hits the ropes. She comes back and hits Emma with a flying clothesline of her own. Babydoll hits a second clothesline and then a third! She has Emma on the ropes as she stalks over her but on the outside of the ring, Willie pulls Harper off of the apron and Ry hits face first down onto the apron before Taylor takes her out with a brutal DDT on the outside. Babydoll is distracted by this and she goes to help her friend but this gives Emma Cosco the opening she needs! She sprints to Babydoll and nails Over your head (Hurricanrana Driver) from out of nowhere! Emma goes for the pin and picks up the three count and the victory. Willie gets in the ring and he picks Babydoll up and tosses her out. He then lays a sloppy kiss on Emma before raising her hand in celebration as the fans boo. WINNER Emma Cosco and Willie Taylor METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE Over Your Head |
BACKSTAGE
Helena and Honey are standing in the middle of the ring, hands raised in victory as they wave hands to the cheering fans. Liberty was back from the hiatus and and the unusual tag team was back as well to their usual winning antics. Helena asks one of the ringside crew to hand her a microphone.
Helena Noir: There is no place like home, right?
A loud pop follows her words.
Helena Noir: It's amazing, I was home looking through offers, scouting places and opponents before deciding when and where to make my comeback when I got the call from Nathan Callaghan. “We're back, see you on March 31st.”
She says in her best Nathan's impression.
Helena Noir: He knew he didn't have to ask. New York is my home, Liberty is my home… This ring is where I belong.
Honey seems to agree with her “teamie”, nodding her head.
Helena Noir: A lot of things changed.. We lost some valuable people, got rid of some trash and brought in some fresh faces. And yet… Yet some things never change.
She smiles at her partner.
Helena Noir: Months later, Helena and Honey are still putting people on their asses, and Nathan… Nathan is still making bad decisions.
Honey turns to Helena with a perplexed look on her face.
Helena Noir: Seriously, Nathan… Stripping this young girl of a title she earned? A title she never really had the chance to defend? C'mon Nate… You saw her tonight. You heard the people chanting her name… I heard you saying that, in the name of fairness, all Championship would have been reset. But between me and you, Nate… When have you ever been fair?
She lets out a chuckle.
Helena Noir: Manipulative, deceitful, cunning… These are adjectives that I would use to describe you. Smart even.
Helena puts her hand over the young partner's shoulder.
Helena Noir: Be smart, Nate.
Helena and Honey are standing in the middle of the ring, hands raised in victory as they wave hands to the cheering fans. Liberty was back from the hiatus and and the unusual tag team was back as well to their usual winning antics. Helena asks one of the ringside crew to hand her a microphone.
Helena Noir: There is no place like home, right?
A loud pop follows her words.
Helena Noir: It's amazing, I was home looking through offers, scouting places and opponents before deciding when and where to make my comeback when I got the call from Nathan Callaghan. “We're back, see you on March 31st.”
She says in her best Nathan's impression.
Helena Noir: He knew he didn't have to ask. New York is my home, Liberty is my home… This ring is where I belong.
Honey seems to agree with her “teamie”, nodding her head.
Helena Noir: A lot of things changed.. We lost some valuable people, got rid of some trash and brought in some fresh faces. And yet… Yet some things never change.
She smiles at her partner.
Helena Noir: Months later, Helena and Honey are still putting people on their asses, and Nathan… Nathan is still making bad decisions.
Honey turns to Helena with a perplexed look on her face.
Helena Noir: Seriously, Nathan… Stripping this young girl of a title she earned? A title she never really had the chance to defend? C'mon Nate… You saw her tonight. You heard the people chanting her name… I heard you saying that, in the name of fairness, all Championship would have been reset. But between me and you, Nate… When have you ever been fair?
She lets out a chuckle.
Helena Noir: Manipulative, deceitful, cunning… These are adjectives that I would use to describe you. Smart even.
Helena puts her hand over the young partner's shoulder.
Helena Noir: Be smart, Nate.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Liam Callaghan walking towards the door of Nathan Callaghan's office and he has a pissed of look on his face. He doesn't knock on the door as he simply barges in. Nathan looks up at his son from his desk with a furrowed brow.
Nathan Callaghan: Yes?
Liam Callaghan: What was that shit with Xavier? Why did you sign him when you know he hates our family? And then he said what he did to Aria was boss' orders? What boss? You!? Why would you do that to someone you know I care about?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: You really think I'd do that to you, son?
Liam collects himself as he has a perplexed look on his face.
Liam Callaghan: Then... Wha-.. What did Xavier mean?
Nathan points at the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: Get them out of here. It's time you and I have a little chat and I can explain to you everything that's going on.
Liam takes a deep breath and sighs before turning towards the camera crew and pushing them away.
Liam Callaghan: Alright guys, get out of here.
The camera crew backs away and Liam closes the door behind them. The final shot is the door of Nathan's office as the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Liam Callaghan walking towards the door of Nathan Callaghan's office and he has a pissed of look on his face. He doesn't knock on the door as he simply barges in. Nathan looks up at his son from his desk with a furrowed brow.
Nathan Callaghan: Yes?
Liam Callaghan: What was that shit with Xavier? Why did you sign him when you know he hates our family? And then he said what he did to Aria was boss' orders? What boss? You!? Why would you do that to someone you know I care about?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: You really think I'd do that to you, son?
Liam collects himself as he has a perplexed look on his face.
Liam Callaghan: Then... Wha-.. What did Xavier mean?
Nathan points at the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: Get them out of here. It's time you and I have a little chat and I can explain to you everything that's going on.
Liam takes a deep breath and sighs before turning towards the camera crew and pushing them away.
Liam Callaghan: Alright guys, get out of here.
The camera crew backs away and Liam closes the door behind them. The final shot is the door of Nathan's office as the scene cuts away.
MATCH FIVE: TAG
Double Trouble (Daya Matias & Mimi Smith) vs Helena Noir & Honey
Double Trouble (Daya Matias & Mimi Smith) vs Helena Noir & Honey
| RECAP Daya and Honey start off the match and at the sound of the bell, they two lock up in the middle of the ring, with Honey gaining the advantage with a quick knee strike before taking Daya down with a belly to belly suplex. Honey keeps the pressure on with a knee to the neck of Daya before going for a quick cover that only manages a one count. Honey tags in Helena who keeps the attack going with several hard stomps to the downed Daya. Helena pulls her back to her feet before dropping Daya back down with a swinging neckbreaker. Helena goes for an arm bar rather than the pin and tried to yank Daya’s arm out of her socket. Mimi tries to enter the ring and it distracts the official enough that Daya is able to rake the eyes of Helena and break free. She tags in Mimi who quickly takes Helena out with a running shining wizard. Mimi then playfully taunts her cousin, Honey, to get in the ring and Honey goes to oblige but is stopped by the referee. This gives Daya the chance to get in the ring and the two girls known as Double Trouble do a double suplex Helena and both out the boots to her. As he official turns around Daya gets out of the ring again. Mimi locks in a rear chinlock to try to keep Helena down but she is able to power back and make the hot tag to Honey who clears the ring of both of Double Trouble. After a bit of arguing and a referees count of seven, all four competitors are in the ring and brawling. The official tries to regain control but is having trouble. Helena seems to be in control of Daya when Mimi pushes Honey into Helena and the two crash down into the canvas. As Helena gets to her feet, Daya tries to throw her out but Helena counters and out goes Daya out of the ring. Mimi charges Honey, looking to go for Ma’ Paycheck (Running Knee Spike DDT) but Helena cuts her off with a Dalecarlian Horse (running knee strike to face). Helena then exits the ring, allowing Honey to get the pinfall victory and the win for the two old friends! WINNER Helena Noir & Honey METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:46 FINISHING MOVE Dalecarlian Horse |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts to the backstage parking lot area as a 2019 Mustang Bullitt pulls and carefully parks in a marked parking space. The camera pulls closer while the car visible turns off to see just who comes out. After what certainly seems like a calculated amount of time, the car door gently swings open to a grinning Brien Storm. He get out of his car pressing a button which leaves the boot of the car to open. He strolls over in his plain blue slim fit jeans which he paired with Guess t-shirt and some Air FOG 1s in the light bone colorway, his hair done up in his signature elephant trunk quiff. Out from the boot he grabs only a black duffle that he very quickly puts over his shoulders, and of course closes the boot of his car. Having done all this Brien turns and begins making his way to the locker room area with wide grin, and the camera still following him.
Brien Storm: Feels good to be back.
His words echo despite being said in a relatively low voice. He half turns his head as to keep in eye towards where he’s walking and also keep attention on the camera.
Brien Storm: It must’ve been awfully boring without me, yes? Don’t answer that mate. I’ve kept tabs in on most things and it seems as if while I was gone pretty much everything went to reyt shit. Now it almost seems as if I’m surrounded by countless strange faces. My opponent tonight for example. When I took my hiatus last year I’d never heard of this person. I feel as if I’m starting over. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s the opposite actually. It’s gonna make things more interesting and more fun than I initially thought. Ya see the reason I took a break in the first place, along with the semi-marital strife.
He does a swift and smooth pivot on his heel to turn his whole body and begin walking backwards briefly as utters that last line. He tops the ballsy gesture off with a wink, before turning back in the same manner and continuing his little monologue.
Brien Storm: Was because I pretty much got bored. For some reason I was content with the little I had won and set out on doing world tour number six with the boys. My focus had to be on either one thing or the other and at that moment in time I chose music. Things are different now, I’m rejuvenated, fresh, and looking to conquer a new mountain. Luckily for me, the day I told myself I was coming back good ol Nathan Callahan decided to reopen Liberty Pro. A new beginning for two great entities, so sure enough I told him my intentions and we quickly came to an agreement. That brings us to right now. Me speaking to you heading to my locker room so I can have a grand return as I put it on Twitter. I briefly mentioned my opponent earlier and I can safely say that while she’s definitely a challenge, Cartier you’re no problem. I can just leave at that, and I think I will actually. What else do I honestly need to say, I already know that I’ll be able wrestle absolute circle around this woman. Once I get her in a hold it’s as good as over. Simple as. Interview over.
Pretty much as soon as he say that the camera stops leaving Brien to walk off towards his destination, and letting the show transition to the next segment.
The camera cuts to the backstage parking lot area as a 2019 Mustang Bullitt pulls and carefully parks in a marked parking space. The camera pulls closer while the car visible turns off to see just who comes out. After what certainly seems like a calculated amount of time, the car door gently swings open to a grinning Brien Storm. He get out of his car pressing a button which leaves the boot of the car to open. He strolls over in his plain blue slim fit jeans which he paired with Guess t-shirt and some Air FOG 1s in the light bone colorway, his hair done up in his signature elephant trunk quiff. Out from the boot he grabs only a black duffle that he very quickly puts over his shoulders, and of course closes the boot of his car. Having done all this Brien turns and begins making his way to the locker room area with wide grin, and the camera still following him.
Brien Storm: Feels good to be back.
His words echo despite being said in a relatively low voice. He half turns his head as to keep in eye towards where he’s walking and also keep attention on the camera.
Brien Storm: It must’ve been awfully boring without me, yes? Don’t answer that mate. I’ve kept tabs in on most things and it seems as if while I was gone pretty much everything went to reyt shit. Now it almost seems as if I’m surrounded by countless strange faces. My opponent tonight for example. When I took my hiatus last year I’d never heard of this person. I feel as if I’m starting over. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s the opposite actually. It’s gonna make things more interesting and more fun than I initially thought. Ya see the reason I took a break in the first place, along with the semi-marital strife.
He does a swift and smooth pivot on his heel to turn his whole body and begin walking backwards briefly as utters that last line. He tops the ballsy gesture off with a wink, before turning back in the same manner and continuing his little monologue.
Brien Storm: Was because I pretty much got bored. For some reason I was content with the little I had won and set out on doing world tour number six with the boys. My focus had to be on either one thing or the other and at that moment in time I chose music. Things are different now, I’m rejuvenated, fresh, and looking to conquer a new mountain. Luckily for me, the day I told myself I was coming back good ol Nathan Callahan decided to reopen Liberty Pro. A new beginning for two great entities, so sure enough I told him my intentions and we quickly came to an agreement. That brings us to right now. Me speaking to you heading to my locker room so I can have a grand return as I put it on Twitter. I briefly mentioned my opponent earlier and I can safely say that while she’s definitely a challenge, Cartier you’re no problem. I can just leave at that, and I think I will actually. What else do I honestly need to say, I already know that I’ll be able wrestle absolute circle around this woman. Once I get her in a hold it’s as good as over. Simple as. Interview over.
Pretty much as soon as he say that the camera stops leaving Brien to walk off towards his destination, and letting the show transition to the next segment.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom a determined looking Cartier enters the building, walking quickly toward the dressing area with her bags in her hands and wearing street clothes. With barely a glance from behind her sunglasses, the former Liberty Pro United States Champion hurries down the hallway past crew members and other performers, hustling past the craft services table with its coffees, waters, and snacks laid out on it, and finds the door with her own name printed on a taped piece of paper.
With two matching thuds, Cartier drops her two duffel bags onto the floor and grabs the knob to her dressing room door, which is when she is stopped by what looks like a brand new backstage interviewer on his first day on the job.
INTERVIEWER: “Cartier! I’ve been dying to meet you!”
💎Cartier💎: “Who the fuck are you?”
INTERVIEWER: “I work for Liberty… they let me back here to get a few words from people on the return of Liberty Pro! Are you excited for tonight?”
Cartier turns the knob and swings her door open inward, then kicks one of her bags into the room where it slides across the tile floor and comes to a stop a few feet past the threshold. She turns and looks at the interviewer over the top of her glasses with a smirk.
💎Cartier💎: “Excited? Yeah you could say that. I came to Liberty Pro in the first place because this is my town. My home. I wanted to represent NYC and Brooklyn as much as possible, even while I be travelling all over with 4CW and down to Florida with SSW, New York is where my heart an’ soul is. So when I got the call they was bringin’ it back I ain’t had to think about sayin’ yes to a return. It’s obvious.”
INTERVIEWER: “How do you feel about them doing a full fresh start? No champions, no records…”
💎Cartier💎: “Well see, now that I might got a little issue wit’... if I ain’t the United States Champion…”
Cartier bends down and unzips the second duffel bag still by her feet. From within, she pulls out the gleaming gold title belt she won months before, with the unmistakable red white and blue of the United States flag on its crest. She holds it up for the interviewer to see.
💎Cartier💎: “If I ain’t a champion, then what the fuck is this? I won this, just like I won the Internet Title in 4CW King’s Road… and y’all tellin’ me I don’t got either one of ‘em? Even though ain’t nobody ever won ‘em off me? That shit just ain’t right. But I get it. They wanna do over. They wanna start it up clean.”
Cartier turns the belt so she can see its face, then nods and shoves it roughly into the arms of the interviewer, who nearly trips and falls backward with the surprise of it. Cartier continues.
💎Cartier💎: “Take that an’ give it to whoever needs to have it gave to. If Liberty Pro needs me, then I’mma be here. They mighta disrespected me just a little bit with the US Title, but that’s okay. I’m here for the New York fans. I’m here for my family. And for the people out here still runnin’ these streets who wanna see someone they can relate to, someone they can be like someday. I won the United States Title once, an’ I can do it again. Or I’ll just climb even higher an’ win the Liberty Pro Championship itself. Long as y’all reckanize I’m the head bitch in charge around here, it’s all good. That goes for whatever his name is I’m in the ring wit’ tonight.”
INTERVIEWER: “Brien Storm.”
💎Cartier💎: “WHO???”
INTERVIEWER: “Brien Storm, that’s your opponent’s name…”
💎Cartier💎: “What difference do it make? I don’t care if his name Brien or Chad or Marcus or Billy Bob… I ain’t waited around all these months, carried the banner of Liberty Pro long after everyone else said it was dead forever, just to come back and make a ass out myself against some nobody who spend all day lookin’ at naked asses on Twitter. I came to remind everybody here in the crowd tonight an’ everybody in the Liberty Pro offices exactly who I am. Watch me go out there an’ make this two dollar nobody into chump change. Gonna take me less than ten minutes, bet on it. Why? Because I know I’m the best. I’m the best thing they got goin’ in Liberty Pro. An’ sooner rather than later, y’all gonna see for yourselves.”
Cartier kicks her second bag into the room and then ducks in through the open door, swinging it shut behind her. The interviewer tries to hurry and stop the door from shutting, but is too late as the wooden door closes with a bang against the jamb.
INTERVIEWER: “Well… I guess that’s it then. Now… who do I give this to?”
The interviewer wanders off with the Liberty Pro United States Championship in his hands.
Backstage of the Hammerstein Ballroom a determined looking Cartier enters the building, walking quickly toward the dressing area with her bags in her hands and wearing street clothes. With barely a glance from behind her sunglasses, the former Liberty Pro United States Champion hurries down the hallway past crew members and other performers, hustling past the craft services table with its coffees, waters, and snacks laid out on it, and finds the door with her own name printed on a taped piece of paper.
With two matching thuds, Cartier drops her two duffel bags onto the floor and grabs the knob to her dressing room door, which is when she is stopped by what looks like a brand new backstage interviewer on his first day on the job.
INTERVIEWER: “Cartier! I’ve been dying to meet you!”
💎Cartier💎: “Who the fuck are you?”
INTERVIEWER: “I work for Liberty… they let me back here to get a few words from people on the return of Liberty Pro! Are you excited for tonight?”
Cartier turns the knob and swings her door open inward, then kicks one of her bags into the room where it slides across the tile floor and comes to a stop a few feet past the threshold. She turns and looks at the interviewer over the top of her glasses with a smirk.
💎Cartier💎: “Excited? Yeah you could say that. I came to Liberty Pro in the first place because this is my town. My home. I wanted to represent NYC and Brooklyn as much as possible, even while I be travelling all over with 4CW and down to Florida with SSW, New York is where my heart an’ soul is. So when I got the call they was bringin’ it back I ain’t had to think about sayin’ yes to a return. It’s obvious.”
INTERVIEWER: “How do you feel about them doing a full fresh start? No champions, no records…”
💎Cartier💎: “Well see, now that I might got a little issue wit’... if I ain’t the United States Champion…”
Cartier bends down and unzips the second duffel bag still by her feet. From within, she pulls out the gleaming gold title belt she won months before, with the unmistakable red white and blue of the United States flag on its crest. She holds it up for the interviewer to see.
💎Cartier💎: “If I ain’t a champion, then what the fuck is this? I won this, just like I won the Internet Title in 4CW King’s Road… and y’all tellin’ me I don’t got either one of ‘em? Even though ain’t nobody ever won ‘em off me? That shit just ain’t right. But I get it. They wanna do over. They wanna start it up clean.”
Cartier turns the belt so she can see its face, then nods and shoves it roughly into the arms of the interviewer, who nearly trips and falls backward with the surprise of it. Cartier continues.
💎Cartier💎: “Take that an’ give it to whoever needs to have it gave to. If Liberty Pro needs me, then I’mma be here. They mighta disrespected me just a little bit with the US Title, but that’s okay. I’m here for the New York fans. I’m here for my family. And for the people out here still runnin’ these streets who wanna see someone they can relate to, someone they can be like someday. I won the United States Title once, an’ I can do it again. Or I’ll just climb even higher an’ win the Liberty Pro Championship itself. Long as y’all reckanize I’m the head bitch in charge around here, it’s all good. That goes for whatever his name is I’m in the ring wit’ tonight.”
INTERVIEWER: “Brien Storm.”
💎Cartier💎: “WHO???”
INTERVIEWER: “Brien Storm, that’s your opponent’s name…”
💎Cartier💎: “What difference do it make? I don’t care if his name Brien or Chad or Marcus or Billy Bob… I ain’t waited around all these months, carried the banner of Liberty Pro long after everyone else said it was dead forever, just to come back and make a ass out myself against some nobody who spend all day lookin’ at naked asses on Twitter. I came to remind everybody here in the crowd tonight an’ everybody in the Liberty Pro offices exactly who I am. Watch me go out there an’ make this two dollar nobody into chump change. Gonna take me less than ten minutes, bet on it. Why? Because I know I’m the best. I’m the best thing they got goin’ in Liberty Pro. An’ sooner rather than later, y’all gonna see for yourselves.”
Cartier kicks her second bag into the room and then ducks in through the open door, swinging it shut behind her. The interviewer tries to hurry and stop the door from shutting, but is too late as the wooden door closes with a bang against the jamb.
INTERVIEWER: “Well… I guess that’s it then. Now… who do I give this to?”
The interviewer wanders off with the Liberty Pro United States Championship in his hands.
MATCH SIX: NO DISQUALIFICATION
Brien Storm vs Cartier
Brien Storm vs Cartier
| RECAP The No DQ match starts off physically with Storm easily taking control. But Cartier was able to use her speed until she was caught by Storm with a lariat. He followed that up with a wheelbarrow suplex. It was time for Storm to bring some weapons in as he finds a chain and a kendo stick from under the ring. He brings in the chain and starts choking Cartier. However Cartier was able to reach the kendo stick that Brien brought in and she breaks up the choke hold with a shot to the forehead. Brien stumbles up as Cartier caught her breath and nails roundhouse kick sending Storm to the outside. Cartier wastes little time as Storm begins to stir and she hits the ropes before coming back and hitting a picture perfect plancha, taking Brien out!! The match stays on the outside as everything but the kitchen sink comes into play. Cartier uses cable cords to choke Storm and also delivers a stiff chair shot to his back. Cartier stays on the offensive, hitting a snap suplex on Brien on the ramp. She goes to pick him up but Brien nails her with a thumb to the eye and he is able to gain back control of the match. Storm grabs Cartier and for good measure launches her back first violently into the barricade before throwing her back in the ring. He then grabs a table from under the ring and sets it up on the outside before he gets into the ring himself. Brien then gets into the ring and he keeps up his attack on Cartier, taking her out with a lariat before following it up with a running senton. He hits Cartier with a few suplexes before he tries ending the No DQ match with a few pinfall attempts yet Cartier shows her resiliency by kicking out each time. Brien climbs the top rope and is looking to end it when Cartier begins to stir. When she stands up, Storm takes her out with a flying crossbody but Cartier counters it into a roll up! Cartier gets the two count but Storm kicks out. Both competitors get up and Storm bounces off the ropes but Cartier leaps and hurricanrana into a pin attempt but Brien kicks out at 2 right before the three count! It was that close that the fans thought it was over. Brien makes it back to his feet as Cartier hits Empire State of Mind (Kinshasa) from out of nowhere! Before she could pin, Storm’s momentum carries him out of the ring. Cartier can't believe it as she grabs the barbwire bat and rolls outside. She hits Storm over the back with it before she pulls him to the table that was placed down earlier and places him onto it. Cartier climbs the top rope and she looks to end it. Cartier leaps off with a frog splash but no! Brien rolls off the table and Cartier goes crashing through it! A full minute passes with the two lying there outside of the ring, when Storm finally stirs and rolls Cartier in the ring. He stalks over her and when she stumbles up to her feet, still dazed from earlier, Brien looks to take advantage as he lifts Cartier up for the finish but she counters and lands behind him. She then hits the ropes and when Brien turns she nails him with the Empire State of Mind! (Kinshasa). Cartier pins Storm and picks up the hard fought victory, which she was so close to losing. Cartier rolls out of the ring and is on her knees, still trying to catch her breath as Brien gets up to his knees in the ring, looking clearly frustrated. WINNER Cartier METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:00 FINISHING MOVE Empire State of Mind |
BACKSTAGE
There he sat.
There the former US Liberty Champ, sat.
Behind him? Rusty Shackleford, his manager, his friend, his ally, the man behind the champion, with a cigar in his mouth and his aviators over his eyes, hand on one of those massive, broad, shoulders while the other began to pull the cigar from his mouth.
Rusty: “I tell you what, Folks. It’s been a rough road. We’ve had trials, funerals, and setbacks but here we are, comin’ back with a vengeance!”
Felix: “We’ve got a mission statement.”
Rusty: “Goddamn right we do! Whiskey bent an’ hell bound! We’ve got the full nine yards of ordinance to drop in this situation, from Scotty Latimer runnin’ his mouth real reckless to Xavier Laroux beggin’ Bossman to take him out of the three way and give him some girl half his size.”
Pausing, Felix looked up and to the side, to Rusty, then back to the camera before the giant of a man snorted.
Felix: “Well, I wasn’t gonna say *that* but yeah, looks like Xavier saw me and practically begged for a new match. All that talk and he wasn’t up to snuff. Whatever, i don’t care. There’s two other clowns for me to smack around tonight and to show Liberty that their former US Champ is comin’ to reclaim his glory. Not for the title I once had, but for the big belt, the one that matters most.”
Rusty: “And we ain’t talkin’ no Walmart brand leather strap, people!”
Felix: “Nah, we’re talkin’ the only gold in New York that matters.”
Rusty and Felix: “The Liberty Pro World Championship!”
With that, the scene went black!
There he sat.
There the former US Liberty Champ, sat.
Behind him? Rusty Shackleford, his manager, his friend, his ally, the man behind the champion, with a cigar in his mouth and his aviators over his eyes, hand on one of those massive, broad, shoulders while the other began to pull the cigar from his mouth.
Rusty: “I tell you what, Folks. It’s been a rough road. We’ve had trials, funerals, and setbacks but here we are, comin’ back with a vengeance!”
Felix: “We’ve got a mission statement.”
Rusty: “Goddamn right we do! Whiskey bent an’ hell bound! We’ve got the full nine yards of ordinance to drop in this situation, from Scotty Latimer runnin’ his mouth real reckless to Xavier Laroux beggin’ Bossman to take him out of the three way and give him some girl half his size.”
Pausing, Felix looked up and to the side, to Rusty, then back to the camera before the giant of a man snorted.
Felix: “Well, I wasn’t gonna say *that* but yeah, looks like Xavier saw me and practically begged for a new match. All that talk and he wasn’t up to snuff. Whatever, i don’t care. There’s two other clowns for me to smack around tonight and to show Liberty that their former US Champ is comin’ to reclaim his glory. Not for the title I once had, but for the big belt, the one that matters most.”
Rusty: “And we ain’t talkin’ no Walmart brand leather strap, people!”
Felix: “Nah, we’re talkin’ the only gold in New York that matters.”
Rusty and Felix: “The Liberty Pro World Championship!”
With that, the scene went black!
BACKSTAGE
Heading to the back, the camera catches up with one of the newest faces of Liberty Pro and that is Kiera Fay Hanna. The blonde Canadian greets the audience with a big smile and a deep breath to calm whatever nerves she has. Safe to say, one breath wasn't going to do the trick, but Kiera didn't have the time for a panic attack.
HANNA: New York, New York...my first match in the city...my first time in the city! In the state! But I'm here for Liberty Pro. They took a flyer on me, they flew me in, they have given me this spot to prove myself...and I couldn't be happier. They think I've got the potential to add something to this already talented roster and it's up to me not to let them down.
Another breath from Kiera, but not as deep. Just trying to look like she's been here before. Though, her fidgeting with the zipper to her black hoodie makes things obvious.
HANNA: I'm entering Liberty with the prestige of being a champion or competing at the top in everything I've done. You know what that means. I know what that means. But the reality that we both know is that I'm not walking into the ring tonight expecting to take Liberty over. I'm on the ground floor looking up at Mount Everest. I don't expect to reach the top tonight, tomorrow, next month, or even at the end of the year…
A brief pause from Kiera.
HANNA: But I will reach the top. No matter how long it takes, I will reach the top. I can't promise a win tonight, I can't promise a win at the next show, but believe that I'm going to do what it takes. Believe that I'm going to apply the same mantra that has helped me get to the top everywhere else.
A strong nod of confidence from Kiera; some of that nervousness is still evident, but she's starting to find some comfort in her words.
HANNA: I don't have the experience that everyone else might have. I barely have a month under my belt. Barely a week even. I didn't even have the same passion as everyone else, I didn't grow up as a fan, but I discovered it, I fell in love with it, and now? It's my passion. It's my entire world. Jiu-jitsu is in the past, ballet is in the past, everything else? In the past. Right now, professional wrestling is my present and my future.
Another nod.
HANNA: I won't lie and say I'm not anxious heading into what originally was meant to be a singles match. I've never been involved in a triple threat match! I certainly haven't won one before...but I'm not letting that stop me. I don't know Kristina Spencer, I don't know Felix Graves, but tonight? I will. And they don't know me, but tonight? They will. And only one of us will win tonight…
You know where this is going and Kiera knows too as her smile starts to brighten up again. She lifts up the hood of her hoodie and takes a step toward the camera.
HANNA: And I will.
Kiera holds her look of confidence at the camera with that smile before walking off as the scene fades elsewhere.
Heading to the back, the camera catches up with one of the newest faces of Liberty Pro and that is Kiera Fay Hanna. The blonde Canadian greets the audience with a big smile and a deep breath to calm whatever nerves she has. Safe to say, one breath wasn't going to do the trick, but Kiera didn't have the time for a panic attack.
HANNA: New York, New York...my first match in the city...my first time in the city! In the state! But I'm here for Liberty Pro. They took a flyer on me, they flew me in, they have given me this spot to prove myself...and I couldn't be happier. They think I've got the potential to add something to this already talented roster and it's up to me not to let them down.
Another breath from Kiera, but not as deep. Just trying to look like she's been here before. Though, her fidgeting with the zipper to her black hoodie makes things obvious.
HANNA: I'm entering Liberty with the prestige of being a champion or competing at the top in everything I've done. You know what that means. I know what that means. But the reality that we both know is that I'm not walking into the ring tonight expecting to take Liberty over. I'm on the ground floor looking up at Mount Everest. I don't expect to reach the top tonight, tomorrow, next month, or even at the end of the year…
A brief pause from Kiera.
HANNA: But I will reach the top. No matter how long it takes, I will reach the top. I can't promise a win tonight, I can't promise a win at the next show, but believe that I'm going to do what it takes. Believe that I'm going to apply the same mantra that has helped me get to the top everywhere else.
A strong nod of confidence from Kiera; some of that nervousness is still evident, but she's starting to find some comfort in her words.
HANNA: I don't have the experience that everyone else might have. I barely have a month under my belt. Barely a week even. I didn't even have the same passion as everyone else, I didn't grow up as a fan, but I discovered it, I fell in love with it, and now? It's my passion. It's my entire world. Jiu-jitsu is in the past, ballet is in the past, everything else? In the past. Right now, professional wrestling is my present and my future.
Another nod.
HANNA: I won't lie and say I'm not anxious heading into what originally was meant to be a singles match. I've never been involved in a triple threat match! I certainly haven't won one before...but I'm not letting that stop me. I don't know Kristina Spencer, I don't know Felix Graves, but tonight? I will. And they don't know me, but tonight? They will. And only one of us will win tonight…
You know where this is going and Kiera knows too as her smile starts to brighten up again. She lifts up the hood of her hoodie and takes a step toward the camera.
HANNA: And I will.
Kiera holds her look of confidence at the camera with that smile before walking off as the scene fades elsewhere.
MATCH SEVEN: TRIPLE THREAT
Felix Graves vs Kiera Fay Hanna vs Kristina Spencer
Felix Graves vs Kiera Fay Hanna vs Kristina Spencer
| RECAP The three competitors meet in the middle of the ring before the bell rings, and Kristina just couldn’t pass on the chance to mock the rookie fighter, Keira, telling her that this is wrestling, not a karate competition. Kiera smirks, not biting her mind game. But the slight distraction is enough for the former US Champion, Felix Graves, to knock both women down with a double clothesline. Fay Hanna is the first one to get back on her feet, and she immediately charges at Graves, who welcomes her with a big right hook. At least in his intentions. Kiera ducks under it and bounces against the ropes, gaining momentum and entangling his neck with her arm, spinning around and dropping him down with a Sling Blade. Kristina is stalking her, waiting for the moment when Kiera starts rise up to slide one arm between her legs and rolling her over with a school boy pin. Kiera kicks out and, when Spencer goes to pick her up, she surprises the british woman with an inside cradle, broken up by Felix Graves. Graves deadlifts Kiera with a German Suplex right into another pinning predicament Another two count. A round of applause follows this first sequence, as the three wrestlers are now back on their feet, staring at each other trying to figure out the best approach. Kiera breaks the ice kicking Felix in the stomach, followed by several chops before she whips him at Kristina, who catches him and immediately drops him on his head with a DDT. With the male momentarily out, the two girls are free to go at each other, and it’s an all out brawl. They trade shots in the middle of the ring and, and with what one would expect considering the size and experience advantage clearly on Spencer’s side, she clearly has the upper hand, pushing Kiera back against the corner and relentlessly attacking her with kicks to the mid-section and stomps, all her frustration in each blow until Kiera drops to a seated position. That’s when Kristina decides to go for a low dropkick, only to get hit by Felix’s shoulder block that sends her flying across the ring. He then walks toward Kiera, picking her up and sitting her on the turnbuckle. He climbs up as well and performs a superplex, immediately following into a cover for another two count. There’s still some fight in Kiera, who connects a roundhouse kick and follows up with an Inverted Stomp facebreaker. With Graves laying on the mat, Fay Hanna quickly applies a Dragon Clutch, but right when the opponent seemed to be on the verge of tapping out, her joy is frustrated by Kristina nailing Kiera with a sickening punt to the head. Kristina seems now in control. A snap DDT almost gives her the win, but Graves kicks just out in the nick of time. She waits for him to stand up and shows her striking skills with a beautiful kicking combination. With the stunned opponent, Kristina hits the ropes running straight into Felix’s powerslam. Like a shark smelling blood, he waits for her to get on her feet. When she does, Graves takes her out with The Second Amendment ( An arm caught/irish whip meathook clothesline.) Kiera gets to her feet but Graves throws her out of the ring and pins Spencer, picking up the three count and the win. WINNER Felix Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH The Second Amendment FINISHING MOVE 14:04 |
BACKSTAGE
We go backstage to Kaelan Laughlin stretching and getting ready for her match. She smiles at the camera.
Kaelan Laughlin: “Hello Liberty! If you would have told me a year ago I would be in this company? I would have laughed in your face but now? It just really goes to show you just how much things can change. I’m excited to be here. I’m happy to be here, and more importantly I’m ready to see what the talent of Liberty Pro has to offer.”
Kaelan stops bouncing around and stretching to roll her shoulders before speaking again.
Kaelan Laughlin: “Tonight I go against one of the former talents of last Liberty Pro’s run. Last time he was more like a mere tool for someone else to use. Now? He seems to be trying his best to show he can hack it on his own. Well, he’s already off to a bad start. Not by just the fact that he’s shown when he doesn’t have someone else to speak for him first he can’t speak at all on his match. No that’s not it. He got the unlucky draw of getting ME as his first opponent.”
Kaelan got a smirk on her face as she pointed to herself and shrugged her shoulders.
Kaelan Laughlin: “I mean sure we both want to prove something in this match. Sure we both want to win, but not both of us can win. Someone has to lose and Warren I’m sorry to say lad. That has to be you. I’m sure faced with a rookie you might have faired better but you got a seasoned vet in myself. I know what it takes to take people to their absolute limit and still demand more from them. I don’t think you have it in you to take me down? But on the off chance you do? I will congratulate you and thank you. It’s time to take this Headliner, and make a statement and steal the show. I’m not here to play games or waste time. I’m coming for the throne and the crown. You don’t have to believe me. Just watch me do it.”
With that Kaelan clicked her tongue against her cheek and kept the smirk on her face as she waved and headed off down the hallway leaving the scene to fade out.
We go backstage to Kaelan Laughlin stretching and getting ready for her match. She smiles at the camera.
Kaelan Laughlin: “Hello Liberty! If you would have told me a year ago I would be in this company? I would have laughed in your face but now? It just really goes to show you just how much things can change. I’m excited to be here. I’m happy to be here, and more importantly I’m ready to see what the talent of Liberty Pro has to offer.”
Kaelan stops bouncing around and stretching to roll her shoulders before speaking again.
Kaelan Laughlin: “Tonight I go against one of the former talents of last Liberty Pro’s run. Last time he was more like a mere tool for someone else to use. Now? He seems to be trying his best to show he can hack it on his own. Well, he’s already off to a bad start. Not by just the fact that he’s shown when he doesn’t have someone else to speak for him first he can’t speak at all on his match. No that’s not it. He got the unlucky draw of getting ME as his first opponent.”
Kaelan got a smirk on her face as she pointed to herself and shrugged her shoulders.
Kaelan Laughlin: “I mean sure we both want to prove something in this match. Sure we both want to win, but not both of us can win. Someone has to lose and Warren I’m sorry to say lad. That has to be you. I’m sure faced with a rookie you might have faired better but you got a seasoned vet in myself. I know what it takes to take people to their absolute limit and still demand more from them. I don’t think you have it in you to take me down? But on the off chance you do? I will congratulate you and thank you. It’s time to take this Headliner, and make a statement and steal the show. I’m not here to play games or waste time. I’m coming for the throne and the crown. You don’t have to believe me. Just watch me do it.”
With that Kaelan clicked her tongue against her cheek and kept the smirk on her face as she waved and headed off down the hallway leaving the scene to fade out.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan in his office, sitting behind his desk. Liam, who was there earlier, is no longer in the office, as it's now just Nathan by himself.
Nathan Callaghan: Helena Noir... I heard you loud and clear. You want Honey to have her Liberty Championship back, do you?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I like you, you know? I always have. You've never been afraid to speak up when there was something going on that you didn't like and you know what? You should be rewarded for that. Now, what should your reward be?
Nathan thinks it over for a moment before snapping his fingers.
Nathan Callaghan: I got it. Next week, it will be Honey versus Helena Noir in a number one contenders match for the Liberty Championship, to find out the first contender for the championship.
Nathan leans over his desk with a smirk on his face as he peers into the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: Are you ready to stand in the way of one of your best friends? Stand in the way of Honey getting back what was hers? I can't wait to hear, no... I can't wait to see your answer.
Nathan cackles before leaning back in his chair and the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan in his office, sitting behind his desk. Liam, who was there earlier, is no longer in the office, as it's now just Nathan by himself.
Nathan Callaghan: Helena Noir... I heard you loud and clear. You want Honey to have her Liberty Championship back, do you?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: I like you, you know? I always have. You've never been afraid to speak up when there was something going on that you didn't like and you know what? You should be rewarded for that. Now, what should your reward be?
Nathan thinks it over for a moment before snapping his fingers.
Nathan Callaghan: I got it. Next week, it will be Honey versus Helena Noir in a number one contenders match for the Liberty Championship, to find out the first contender for the championship.
Nathan leans over his desk with a smirk on his face as he peers into the camera.
Nathan Callaghan: Are you ready to stand in the way of one of your best friends? Stand in the way of Honey getting back what was hers? I can't wait to hear, no... I can't wait to see your answer.
Nathan cackles before leaning back in his chair and the scene cuts away.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Kaelan Laughlin vs Warren Corbett
Kaelan Laughlin vs Warren Corbett
| RECAP The headliner of the night opens up with a bang! Kaelan runs forward, ducking under a clothesline attempt by Warren, before she catches his shoulder and countering a hard hitting swinging neckbreaker, taking him to the ground. From the ground, Kaelan tried to counter the big man’s size by having him on the ground, attempting to work her skills at submission, trying to end the fight early with an arm bar, only to have Warren power out of it. Transition after transition happens, with the fiery Laughlin showcasing her amazing technical abilities while the former #Society muscle counters her with his raw strength and ability, using his size advantage to power out of every submission Kaelan tried to keep hold of. Finally, it is Warren who emerges victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Kaelan’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executes a pitch perfect German suplex. Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Kaelan wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet just like Warren was, and as the man came for her? She surprises him with a flying armbar, taking him to the ground as she wretches his arm, struggling to snap on the move, but once she did? Victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force Corbett to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Rolling to his back, and getting up, Warren refuses to look weak despite the pain going through his arm as he leaps up and moves to try and hammer Kaelan with a meathook clothesline but she ducks under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him. Corbett’s back slams into the corner but as Kaelan went for a diving splash, Warren caught her! He then slams her to the mat with thunderous power before going for the pin. The count almost gets to three but the resilient Laughlin manages to kick out before the three count. Warren kicks Kaelan around a few times and laughs before he goes to pick her up but Kaelan ountes and goes for a Kimura lock to try and work the already injured arm and shoulder of Warren Corbett, but much to her dismay, he wasn’t having it, refusing to submit when he was just so close to victory, he was trying to out wrestle the pain that was being dealt by Kaelan, who is showing a calculated approach to take out the much larger opponent. There were a few moments where it looked like he’d tap before the man started to deliver heavy blows to her ribs with his free arm, only to position himself better, pushing up to his knees in that awkward position as he forced the transition, barely any strength left in the arm that Kaelan had worked on demolishing. It was a slow rise to a crouch as Corbett demonstrated the strength and size disparity between them before…THE BATTLE AX! (Spinning high lifting spinebuster). Barely pulling off the finishing move, he was rolling over to try and take the pin, his arm and shoulder in complete agony. After several moments, Warren was finally able to get one arm over Laughlin but she got her foot on the rope before the three count! The fans were going wild and Warren couldn’t believe it. He picks up Laughlin up and he goes for a second Battle Ax but Kaelan slams an elbow into his hurt arm and he yells out in agony before letting go of her. Kaelan wastes little time as she grabs Warren by the head and runs up the turnbuckle before nailing PRICE PAID (Contra Code). Laughlin goes for the pin and she picks up the three count and the hard fought victory! WINNER Kaelan Laughlin METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:23 FINISHING MOVE PRICE PAID |
BACKSTAGE
Katie Anderson-Tolson and her wife, Samantha Tolson-Anderson, sit on the bench in their locker room, both of them lacing up their boots for their coming match with The Girls of Summer. Samantha smiles and looks over at Katie, starting up a conversation.
Samantha: Ready for this one baby?
Katie looks over at Sam and smiles as she finishes lacing up her boots.
Katie: Of course I am! It's time we go out there and keep those belts we never lost.
Samantha grins, sitting up as she pulls the laces tight at the top of her left boot before knotting the laces together.
Samantha: Me too. I know Coral and Nami are a good team, and this won’t be easy, but they don’t have what we have together. They don’t share what we share. And that’s the difference in this match.
Katie smirks as she finishes lacing and tying her boots.
Katie: Oh they share something...but he's not going to help them. Tonight is our night, tonight we prove we are still the best damn tag team in Liberty.
Samantha laughs, starting in on her right boot.
Samantha: I wasn’t talking about Nathan, silly!
Samantha nudges Katie playfully, working her laces tighter as she moves up the boot.
Samantha: But you’re right. Tonight we show the world that the road to tag team supremacy in Liberty goes through us, and we do it by continuing forward as Tag Team Champions.
There’s a knock at the door, and Samantha finishes her lacing and answers.
Cameraman: Hello...I was told to come get some pre-match comments from you both regarding the main event...is it OK if I come in?
Samantha looks at Katie with a grin.
Samantha: What do you think baby? Should we tell the world what we already know?
Katie grins as she stands.
Katie: Absolutely…I mean the fans have missed us for the past six months….
She winks at Sam. Samantha stands and joins her wife, standing close to her as she answers the cameraman.
Samantha: Sure hon. Just let us know when you’re filming.
Samantha leans over and kisses Katie on the cheek before the cameraman turns on the camera, smiling softly.
Cameraman: And...go.
Samantha: So...we’ve been asked for some words before tonight’s tag title match with Coral and Nami...here’s what I’d have to say. When Liberty went on hiatus, we held the tag team titles. Tonight, as good as those two are, we’re walking into the new era of Liberty continuing to be the Tag Team Champions of Liberty Pro Wrestling.
Katie: It's been a long time hasn't it? I mean six months away...but rest assured Sam and I are going to get back the titles we never lost. Coral and Nami we respect you both a great deal. But tonight we are walking out with those belts
.
Samantha: That’s exactly right. All the respect in the world for you both, and no ill will intended. But that undefeated run you had prior to joining Liberty? It’s gone. Part of history. This is tonight, and this is a new era here. We expect you to give us everything you have, and maybe even then some. We know you both want those titles badly. But you don’t want them as bad as we do. You don’t have that drive to end one era and begin anew in the same spot. We do. Tonight, I hate to break your little hearts, girls, but the new Liberty Tag Team Championships come home with us, just like the old ones did. This right here?
Samantha moves her hand between Katie and herself, indicating themselves as the team to which she refers.
Samantha: This here is the best tag team in this place, bar none. Out in that ring, girls, with the lights hot and the crowd on the edges of their seats, they’re gonna watch a war. And when the smoke clears, you’re both going to hear just one thing as the referee raises our hands…
Katie smiles as she grabs Sam's hand.
Katie: I think it's fitting that the four of us are in the main event. The top two teams in Liberty going head to head, it couldn't be any other way. But tonight Sam and I prove why we won the tag team Championship before Liberty went on hiatus... tonight we prove to the world that no one in this company can beat us when we're working as one. I'm sorry Coral and Nami but tonight is our night.
Samantha squeezes Katie’s hand gently, smiling and looking at the camera.
Samantha: She’s right. This is our night. You will have your night, and that’s not something anyone can debate. But tonight belongs to us. Tonight belongs to The Beautiful One and the Pretty Little Murder Machine. Tonight, Girls of Summer, you find out that we were built for every season, not just one. And this season belongs to Katie and I.
Samantha grins into the camera.
Samantha: Get ready Girls of Summer. Because in that ring, we do what we do best….and that’s…
Samantha looks at Katie, who nods, and they finish Samantha’s thought in unison.
Samantha and Katie: RELEASE. THE. PANIC.
Katie Anderson-Tolson and her wife, Samantha Tolson-Anderson, sit on the bench in their locker room, both of them lacing up their boots for their coming match with The Girls of Summer. Samantha smiles and looks over at Katie, starting up a conversation.
Samantha: Ready for this one baby?
Katie looks over at Sam and smiles as she finishes lacing up her boots.
Katie: Of course I am! It's time we go out there and keep those belts we never lost.
Samantha grins, sitting up as she pulls the laces tight at the top of her left boot before knotting the laces together.
Samantha: Me too. I know Coral and Nami are a good team, and this won’t be easy, but they don’t have what we have together. They don’t share what we share. And that’s the difference in this match.
Katie smirks as she finishes lacing and tying her boots.
Katie: Oh they share something...but he's not going to help them. Tonight is our night, tonight we prove we are still the best damn tag team in Liberty.
Samantha laughs, starting in on her right boot.
Samantha: I wasn’t talking about Nathan, silly!
Samantha nudges Katie playfully, working her laces tighter as she moves up the boot.
Samantha: But you’re right. Tonight we show the world that the road to tag team supremacy in Liberty goes through us, and we do it by continuing forward as Tag Team Champions.
There’s a knock at the door, and Samantha finishes her lacing and answers.
Cameraman: Hello...I was told to come get some pre-match comments from you both regarding the main event...is it OK if I come in?
Samantha looks at Katie with a grin.
Samantha: What do you think baby? Should we tell the world what we already know?
Katie grins as she stands.
Katie: Absolutely…I mean the fans have missed us for the past six months….
She winks at Sam. Samantha stands and joins her wife, standing close to her as she answers the cameraman.
Samantha: Sure hon. Just let us know when you’re filming.
Samantha leans over and kisses Katie on the cheek before the cameraman turns on the camera, smiling softly.
Cameraman: And...go.
Samantha: So...we’ve been asked for some words before tonight’s tag title match with Coral and Nami...here’s what I’d have to say. When Liberty went on hiatus, we held the tag team titles. Tonight, as good as those two are, we’re walking into the new era of Liberty continuing to be the Tag Team Champions of Liberty Pro Wrestling.
Katie: It's been a long time hasn't it? I mean six months away...but rest assured Sam and I are going to get back the titles we never lost. Coral and Nami we respect you both a great deal. But tonight we are walking out with those belts
.
Samantha: That’s exactly right. All the respect in the world for you both, and no ill will intended. But that undefeated run you had prior to joining Liberty? It’s gone. Part of history. This is tonight, and this is a new era here. We expect you to give us everything you have, and maybe even then some. We know you both want those titles badly. But you don’t want them as bad as we do. You don’t have that drive to end one era and begin anew in the same spot. We do. Tonight, I hate to break your little hearts, girls, but the new Liberty Tag Team Championships come home with us, just like the old ones did. This right here?
Samantha moves her hand between Katie and herself, indicating themselves as the team to which she refers.
Samantha: This here is the best tag team in this place, bar none. Out in that ring, girls, with the lights hot and the crowd on the edges of their seats, they’re gonna watch a war. And when the smoke clears, you’re both going to hear just one thing as the referee raises our hands…
Katie smiles as she grabs Sam's hand.
Katie: I think it's fitting that the four of us are in the main event. The top two teams in Liberty going head to head, it couldn't be any other way. But tonight Sam and I prove why we won the tag team Championship before Liberty went on hiatus... tonight we prove to the world that no one in this company can beat us when we're working as one. I'm sorry Coral and Nami but tonight is our night.
Samantha squeezes Katie’s hand gently, smiling and looking at the camera.
Samantha: She’s right. This is our night. You will have your night, and that’s not something anyone can debate. But tonight belongs to us. Tonight belongs to The Beautiful One and the Pretty Little Murder Machine. Tonight, Girls of Summer, you find out that we were built for every season, not just one. And this season belongs to Katie and I.
Samantha grins into the camera.
Samantha: Get ready Girls of Summer. Because in that ring, we do what we do best….and that’s…
Samantha looks at Katie, who nods, and they finish Samantha’s thought in unison.
Samantha and Katie: RELEASE. THE. PANIC.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras go to the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom where the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans are in full gear and ready for their appearance in Liberty Pro’s first Main Event since The Return, looking fierce, tanned, rested and ready. Tonight they’ve chosen royal purple and cream matching gear, hair up in identical double buns and Coral steps to the side as Nami steps up to the camera.
Nami Callaghan: It never changes.
She looks back to her sister and then to the camera with a glare.
Nami Callaghan: It’s always the same isn’t it? The Grommets and the Barneys come in on some soft waves and they want to shit talk us because we married Nathan. Every one of them trying to imply if they’re pussy or outright say if they’re rude that we slept our way into our positions here. It almost makes me wish we had, you know? Like if we’re getting accused of doing it anyway… but then that’s pretty fucking cheap.
She holds up her hands and makes fists with them.
Nami Callaghan: I said those words way back when we faced Kolin Kavanagh and Felix Graves - where are they now? The thing is? I can apply these same heckin words against our opponents tonight, and it’s literally stupid that Samantha and Katie have tried to play nice with us on Twitter like we didn’t see what they were getting Cass Ultimate Sock Puppet to say for some flash, attention, and coin.
Coral Callaghan: While it’s not PC to say someone is mentally deficient, all three of you must be, if you think the same tired, hack, and played out bull crap is clever in this Year of Our Lord 2019. If it was stupid and condescending each and every time someone else brings it up, it’s doubly stupid if you two do it. Because you were here and you both knew better but wanted to trot that out anyway just in case there was someone that didn’t know.
Nami Callaghan: We were undefeated while you two were attempting to untangle the teeth you’ve got hiding in your va -
Coral Callaghan: NAMI LANGUAGE!
Nami is breathing rapidly, shaking her fists and then she sighs and relaxes before she shakes her head.
Nami Callaghan: You wanted to make us mad, to get us off our game but I’ll let Coral tell you why the last thing you wanted to do here, if you have your eyes on OUR Liberty Tag Team Championships, is to piss us off.
Coral Callaghan: Focused us, we just want OUR tag team championships back, with no idiot douche nugget Society members interfering in our matches. We want what we were robbed of - not you freaking cotton headed ninnymunguses that “never went to Starbucks”.
Nami Callaghan: Must really suck to be so rich that money doesn’t have any value or anything, I mean Big Daddy Nathan is rich and he doesn’t waste money on a private jet anymore, that’s just ignorant.
Coral Callaghan: Nice of you to join us again Nami. The point is, we want what we were robbed of and we were all set to make this a nice above board match that shows off how good we actually are, and how hype you actually are, but you had to go and do this shit with Cass Baumer like people don’t dislike her enough before this?
Nami Callaghan: But now, nice is on the iffy portion of the match table, so we’ll see.
The Girls high five and turn away, walking out of the room and leaving the camera to focus on a stack of autographed photos from their last run in Liberty, before cutting elsewhere.
The cameras go to the back of the Hammerstein Ballroom where the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans are in full gear and ready for their appearance in Liberty Pro’s first Main Event since The Return, looking fierce, tanned, rested and ready. Tonight they’ve chosen royal purple and cream matching gear, hair up in identical double buns and Coral steps to the side as Nami steps up to the camera.
Nami Callaghan: It never changes.
She looks back to her sister and then to the camera with a glare.
Nami Callaghan: It’s always the same isn’t it? The Grommets and the Barneys come in on some soft waves and they want to shit talk us because we married Nathan. Every one of them trying to imply if they’re pussy or outright say if they’re rude that we slept our way into our positions here. It almost makes me wish we had, you know? Like if we’re getting accused of doing it anyway… but then that’s pretty fucking cheap.
She holds up her hands and makes fists with them.
Nami Callaghan: I said those words way back when we faced Kolin Kavanagh and Felix Graves - where are they now? The thing is? I can apply these same heckin words against our opponents tonight, and it’s literally stupid that Samantha and Katie have tried to play nice with us on Twitter like we didn’t see what they were getting Cass Ultimate Sock Puppet to say for some flash, attention, and coin.
Coral Callaghan: While it’s not PC to say someone is mentally deficient, all three of you must be, if you think the same tired, hack, and played out bull crap is clever in this Year of Our Lord 2019. If it was stupid and condescending each and every time someone else brings it up, it’s doubly stupid if you two do it. Because you were here and you both knew better but wanted to trot that out anyway just in case there was someone that didn’t know.
Nami Callaghan: We were undefeated while you two were attempting to untangle the teeth you’ve got hiding in your va -
Coral Callaghan: NAMI LANGUAGE!
Nami is breathing rapidly, shaking her fists and then she sighs and relaxes before she shakes her head.
Nami Callaghan: You wanted to make us mad, to get us off our game but I’ll let Coral tell you why the last thing you wanted to do here, if you have your eyes on OUR Liberty Tag Team Championships, is to piss us off.
Coral Callaghan: Focused us, we just want OUR tag team championships back, with no idiot douche nugget Society members interfering in our matches. We want what we were robbed of - not you freaking cotton headed ninnymunguses that “never went to Starbucks”.
Nami Callaghan: Must really suck to be so rich that money doesn’t have any value or anything, I mean Big Daddy Nathan is rich and he doesn’t waste money on a private jet anymore, that’s just ignorant.
Coral Callaghan: Nice of you to join us again Nami. The point is, we want what we were robbed of and we were all set to make this a nice above board match that shows off how good we actually are, and how hype you actually are, but you had to go and do this shit with Cass Baumer like people don’t dislike her enough before this?
Nami Callaghan: But now, nice is on the iffy portion of the match table, so we’ll see.
The Girls high five and turn away, walking out of the room and leaving the camera to focus on a stack of autographed photos from their last run in Liberty, before cutting elsewhere.
MAIN EVENT: TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Girls of Summer vs Katie Anderson-Tolson & Samantha Tolson-Anderson
Girls of Summer vs Katie Anderson-Tolson & Samantha Tolson-Anderson
| RECAP Sam and Katie huddle up to discuss who is going to start the match and they agree that it will be Katie. On the other side, Nami decides to start the match for her and her sister. The two circle each other tentatively before Nami goes for the first shot, a speedy shoot for Katie's legs. Katie sidesteps it, kicking her away. She immediately goes on the attack, driving hard elbows into Nami before sending her to the ropes. Nami leaps to the top rope and springboards backwards with a flying forearm. Katie catches her with a shotgun dropkick. She pins her but Nami kicks out. Katie goes right back on the attack, grabbing Nami by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Nami pulls herself free, diving towards the corner and tagging in Coral. Coral hops over the rope, ready to get started. Katie and Coral lock up. Coral looks to try and wrestle Katie to the corner, but Katie manages to hold her own. Coral hooks Katie by the neck, looking for a stiff suplex. But Katie tangles her leg between Coral's, blocking the lift, and counters with a snap suplex of her own. She immediately rolls over for a cover. Coral kicks out right before two. Katie gets to her feet but Coral has gotten back to her feet as well and throws a stiff clothesline. At the last moment, Katie ducks it, and Coral stumbles to the corner. Samantha drives her elbow to her temple, rocking her. Coral takes a few steps back, shaking the pain out of her head. Katie charges up behind her, taking her down with a hard Russian legsweep. Rather than go for another pin, she slaps Samantha's hand. Samantha casually steps between the ropes, looking down at Coral. Samantha soon grabs her legs and puts her in a sharpshooter. Coral is in obvious pain as he struggles to reach the ropes. She finally pulls herself to the ropes and grabs a hold of them and Samantha has to break up the hold. Katie cheers on her wife, telling her to stay on the offensive and Samantha nods and goes back after Coral but it's too late and Coral tags Nami in. Nami leaps to the top rope and dives off, taking Samantha down with a crossbody but the move takes the referee down as well. The ring then fills with all four competitors and there is a huge battle. Katie starts to fight with Nami as Samantha is still battling it out with Coral. Katie goes to superkick Nami but Nami ducks and it levels Samantha, taking her out. Katie doesn't seem phased as she goes back to fighting Nami but Coral comes in and the two sisters double team Katie before taking her out with a double DDT. Coral then rolls out of the ring and she grabs a chair and rolls back into the ring with it. Coral wraps the chair around Katie's leg as Nami climbs the top ropes. Nami then leaps off of the ropes and drops feet first onto the chair, breaking it in half as it crushes Katie's ankle. Katie rolls around in pain as Nami grabs the chair and throws it out of the ring. Coral and Nami throw Katie out of the ring before picking up Samantha and hitting her with a double powerbomb. Nami pins Samantha as the referee comes to and Nami gets the three count and the win, once again crowning the Girls of Summer the Liberty Tag Team Champions! WINNER And new Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions... Girls of Summer! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:23 FINISHING MOVE Double Powerbomb |